#for context i'm fine i'm just getting a bit overwhelmed i'm in

[strawberryaeris]

You ever want to make art out of rage/anger You ever feel depressed but in a way that's like "I'm going to kill the next person I see" Kind of a mood atm

#rambling #for context i'm fine i'm just getting a bit overwhelmed i'm in #just with someone specifically because they do not have any patience nor is very good with consent/taking no or anything other than a yes #for an answer and it's kinda draining me a bit considering I feel like I'm the one having to deal with them a lot of the time #especially during rps #i still might make some art to vent it out after af depending if my feelings are still there #sorry for the sudden rant i'm just. angry and exhausted all of a sudden. #might delete later

[miinatozakiii]

can we get even closer?

detective!jihyo x spiderwoman!reader (pt. 3, finale!) ; smut, fluff

synopsis: spiderwoman becomes 10x more alluring AND convincing, detective park is completely disregarding the chief at this point.

wc: 11.7k

warnings: blood ; mentions of wounds, cuts, bruises ; smut!!!

pls read for context: pt.1, pt.2

the crime scene was a messy tapestry of deception and disorder.

jihyo scanned the mess of a venue. there were flipped-over tables, pieces of chairs, and debris scattered all over the venue—even a light had fallen from the ceiling—it was a sight.

the cluttered, frenzied scene wasn't even the worst part; to tell the truth, what made it worse was seeing her colleagues all stuck together tangled up in spiderwebs against the wall.

the chief included in the mess.

the chief was tangled up alone, arms and legs restrained with only his head free. he seemed infuriated; this does not help your case. the chief will hate your guts even more, and if he catches you, he might rip them out.

jihyo has her final conclusion made up in her head after fully processing the mess in front of her: you have one functioning brain cell.

the officers and chief aren't the only ones captured, there's an apparent culprit tied together in a large, thicker layer of cobweb: the lizard.

it's green, it's ugly, and it's huge—jihyo furrows her brows at the sight—but her face lights up when she sees the familiar silhouette of the special spider-like "hero."

you stand there in front of the grotesque reptile, gazing at it with slumped shoulders and heavy breaths. you're exhausted and aching from the very physically demanding task. on the bright side: there are no broken bones or any limbs missing—that's a plus—though there are a few scratches that rip the new suit you had just gotten. you sigh at the thought of having to face your suit designer nayeon. you really don't want to hear her complaints again.

the thought of nayeon yelling in your ear distracts you from the blood that seeps out the cuts on your body and the pain from the sore areas that will surely be dark, annoying bruises—though the thought of that nayeon pulling at your ear and bickering with you doesn't distract you forever, the discomfort in your abdomen returns and you almost fall over.

screw that ugly ass lizard.

jihyo runs over to your side, looking at your weary state.

"y/n-" jihyo catches herself, immediately quieting down when uttering the last part of your name. she watches her words even if she's not in the field of vision of the officers, they still have ears afterall. "spiderwoman, are you okay?" jihyo asks, looking at the cuts in your suit.

"yeah." you respond, and you're lying your ass off because you think you might fall over soon. "just a bit beat up, could've been worse."

“you think a stab to the stomach is comparable to a paper cut. " the detective sighs, “that doesn’t make this any better.”

it’s evident in her tone that she’s worried. your heart feels heavy knowing that she feels like that for you, but you don't want to overwhelm her anymore. you put your hand on her shoulder and her eyes soften. her look almost hurts more than that stupid pain in your stomach.

"park," you say softly, "i'm fine."

“you’re not.”

"i need to change back and leave, keep an eye on the lizard?"

"y/n-"

"it's spiderwoman." you say sternly. your voice had lost any hint of playfulness, now it’s more of a croaked-out, low tone.

"sorry, i just-"

"let's talk later, yeah?" you urge. jihyo nods with disappointment. 

you smile as you shoot a web up, looking at her with the same softness before pulling yourself and swinging away.

jihyo's jaw tightens up.

you don’t break into jihyo’s house or even show up at the department for four days and counting. that’s 96+ hours of jihyo not seeing you, of her having all these questions swarming in her brain with no answers and 96+ hours of missing you. detective park is running out of patience.

jihyo spins the pen in her hand while examining the papers related to the “lizard” case, i mean, there’s not much to do since the lizard-man had been captured after turning back to normal, but jihyo had to do a brief check before going back to the prison to interrogate the human form of that nightmare.

the identity of the lizard was found after it had transformed back into a slender, fragile man: dr. watanabe, lead scientist at minatozaki industries and former friend of the chief.

the chief seemed to be slowly losing it after the whole event—who wouldn’t be after having to ask your detective to cut you and the rest of your coworkers out of the spiderweb that was shot from the wrists of the person you went on a whole tangent about not trusting—exactly.

it’s been hectic.

the detective shoves the papers back into the folder before heading into the room that holds the visitation booths, which is empty and only has one guard present. she runs a hand through her hair before nodding at the guard and sitting at booth three.

her foot taps at the ground as she waits—not because she’s anxious—it’s just a habit she’s had since college.

there’s the sound of the door opening and not even five seconds later the scientist sits in front of her. he looked terrible: bags under his eyes, brows creased, and hair disordered—that’s not like him at all. jihyo takes out a paper from the folder and holds the black telephone handle close to her ear.

“you’ve finally agreed to talk.”

“against my will, where’s the chief.” watanabe spits back through the line. jihyo shoots a look that has the scientist shrinking in his seat.

“not here.” she says sternly, “now i would really appreciate if you could be competent since you’ve caused so much trouble.”

“bring me that damn chief and i’ll talk, they said he’d be here.”

“he’s not here, so quit whining. i have some questions that you need to answer, i’d advise that you respond well and with a compliant attitude.” the detective warns threateningly.

the scientist makes eye contact once with jihyo then looks back down, ready to answer with his hand clutching the telephone handle tightly.

jihyo ends up leaving the visitation booth with sluggish shoulders and a paper with rushed, messy jotted-down notes of the criminals’ answers and puts it in her bag. once she steps outside into the afternoon light, she’s quick to stretch out her arms, groaning at the relieving sensation.

“hi.”

that voice is very familiar.

the detective turns and her eyes widen at the sight of you. you’re standing there with a smile, warm and friendly.

a dark, navy sweater sits loosely on your figure, and your hair is tied up. you look beautiful, and not as beat up as jihyo figures you should look (i mean, you literally had a whole wwe match with a lizard a couple days ago, so it’s surprising to say the least). you seem content, you seem perfectly fine and jihyo hates that you haven’t bothered her. where have you been?

jihyo stares at you in awe, well, maybe with some confusion and a hint of anger too. she wants to ask where you’ve been, i mean, it’s been days and you haven’t knocked on her window, she had even waited by that stupid window of hers with the hope that you’d barge in. she wants to ask how you’ve been doing, if your injuries been bothering you maybe and if your cuts healed. jihyo wants to know everything, from how you’re doing physically to what’s going on in that smoothed-out brain of yours. (jihyo has many questions, too many, and it has her silent in her place while she gapes at you.)

you play with the neckline of your sweater. “it’s getting pretty cold, huh.”

jihyo thinks you’re unbelievable.

“where have you been?” jihyo asks, walking up to you and pushing you playfully (fighting the urge to hold your and look at you with desire like in those cliché romance movies where the leads love interest shows up after being missing—or something like that at least. [park jihyo watches too many dramas]) she furrows her brows a little, looking at you with a tad of shock in her expression.

you tilt your head and ask, “why are you looking at me like that.”

“you’ve been gone for what, four days?” jihyo says, raising her brows. a couple people passing by glance in your direction when jihyo raises her voice, but she doesn’t care, that’s the last thing she cares about. “you haven’t called, texted, or even showed up to your own uncles workplace! you haven’t even-“ and jihyo cannot believe she’s about to say this: “you haven’t broken into my apartment or anything!”

a short silence fills the air before your eyes soften the same way they did before leaving jihyo at that venue—right after finishing up your business.

you let out a brief, soft sigh. “i’m sorry, it’s a lot.”

“yeah, it is.” jihyo huffs, losing the worry in her tone as relief fills in.

a grin plays at your lips, “i did say i would explain everything,” you start, “and i did say i’d take you out, and on me too…”

jihyo crosses her arms and mumbles, “you did.”

“that’s only if the detective would let me…?”

the weight on jihyo’s shoulders is completely knocked off and she chuckles at your response, quickly losing the serious façade.

 “i have to drop this off at work, maybe i’ll let you once i do.”

you grin. “great.”

you end up as passenger princess in jihyo’s white, glossy bmw.

saying the car is nice would be a huge understatement. the interior is even more fascinating compared to the exterior, and that says a lot. the seats are clean, comfy, and from the texture, you can tell it’s authentic and expensive leather. the car is pretty spotless other than the water bottle in the cup holder and that reusable tote bag that seemed to have been thrown at the backseats blindly. the car smells fresh—something woody, minty, and there’s also a hint of apple—it’s welcoming and really fits the detective.

“comfy?” jihyo asks, turning on the engine.

“yeah.” you reply, feeling a little intimidated for no reason.

jihyo chuckles at you and shifts the stick, lightly steps on the gas, then looks at the screen in the car as she backs up. there should be no reason for this to be so attractive, i mean, you’ve seen many people back up a car, nothing special, but when jihyo does it you find yourself wanting her a little more.

the two of you end up at the department less than ten minutes later. despite how unbelievably close and flirty you’ve gotten with the detective; the whole car ride was way too intimate for your liking, and your nerves were a mess.

the car was so nice it had you feeling tense, jihyo was driving with such ease and looked so damn good with those sunglasses she had on. you felt small in the passenger seat. thankfully, you’re a few turns away from the department.

“i need to tell you something.” you say, making jihyo hum.

“what is it?”

“i can’t go into the department, i’m, well… i’ll tell you later but long story short my uncle cannot see me and i’m technically kind of on house arrest.”

“you’re what?”

“long story.”

the light turns red, the detective breaks smoothly then turns to look at you, curiosity and disbelief making her brows furrow.

“why am i not surprised that the chief would do something like that.” jihyo sighs, looking back at the stoplight—it’s green now. “he’s been on edge lately ever since the incident, he’s probably just anxious.”

you chuckle and shake your head, “he’s something…”

not too long later, the two of you find your way over at a café nearby and situate yourselves in the balcony area on the second floor.

jihyo holds a mint-colored latte cup in her hand that’s filled with a simple, hot mocha. she takes a sip and a bit of the steamed milk coats the top of her lips, she licks it off subtly. you smile before taking a sip of your own drink, some type of seasonal latte that has hints of apple and cinnamon.

“i missed you.” you say, looking down at the slightly distorted latte art in your cup. jihyo looks at you then smiles, a tint of pink dusting her cheeks as she turns her head to take in the view of the farmers markets nearby.

“me too.” she sighs, “i was… i haven’t been as tired lately, so i waited near my window for some spider to knock on it—she never came.”

you frown. “i wanted to. i’m always one to help people and try to not break the law, but i can’t help it when it’s you.” you respond jokingly.

jihyo smiles at your playfulness, happy to be spending time with one of the people she’s grown close with, as well as the hero she’s been secretly crushing and interacting with.

“can i ask how long you’ve been, you know…”

“couple months.” you reply, “remember how i told you about getting bit by the spider?” you ask, jihyo nods and you begin again, “i got bit a week after i moved here, and then i started sticking to things, accidentally broke my doorknob—oh! i was also watching this scary movie one time and got scared, after that i couldn’t see myself in the mirror.”

“that’s a lot.”

“yes, too much.”

“so… what happened with you and your uncle?” jihyo questions, wondering why she’s been spiderwoman-deficient for the past four days.

“oh yeah,” you respond, “well, he found out that i got hurt—not because i was y’know, doing my little hero thing—but he saw the blood and some of the injuries. he went on this tangent about me staying safe, he’s just been on edge and very protective. he doesn’t want me leaving the house. i’ve been working from home.”

“you couldn’t sneak out?”

“he had detectors, it took me a bit to mess with it. i took some engineering classes in high school and had some mischievous friends, so i ended up cheating the system.” you explain. jihyo nods, raising her brows at how capable you are; you’re quite impressive even if someone were to snatch your spider abilities away. “so, what’s been going on with you detective? fill me in.”

jihyo sighs, shaking her head softly.

“your uncle has been on edge, it’s strange.” she says, “usually these types of cases don’t phase him, but he’s shaken up.”

“maybe it was me trapping him in cobwebs—too much?”

the detective shakes her head again. “no, i don’t think so, but that was stupid on your end. he’s just been terribly paranoid; i’ve never seen him so tense.”

you furrow your brows and take another sip of your beverage before raising your brows as if you had an idea, “maybe it has something to do with the scientist?” you suggest, and you ponder before speaking again, “i remember my uncle having lunch with the scientist a couple months ago, he came back from the lunch all tense and a bit angry—even snapped at me for something. it was strange.”

jihyo’s expression lights up, “you’re on to something… that scientist did ask me to see the chief multiple times… and watanabe is clearly hiding something.”

“you think we should reunite them? maybe find out more of what’s between them?”

“it might be a good idea.” the detective mumbles, swirling remnants of her drink in the cup. you bite the inside of your lip and hum again,

“let’s try it, i can talk to the chief.”

“you’re on house arrest.”

“spiderwoman can do it then. she’s not on house arrest.”

jihyo’s eyes widen at the suggestion, and she looks at you like you’re crazy. “you’re insane.”

“maybe chief l/n will listen to me if i’m sweet with him.”

“he could body slam you to the ground.”

“maybe he could do that to y/n, but not spiderwoman.” you beam.

“no, maybe spiderwoman too.” jihyo shakes her head and simply sighs, “you’re actually the dumbest person i know.”

“you into that?”

the mask on your face is new, so is the suit (you were able to contact your suit designer via email and after seeing jihyo you got your much more durable suit—that is, after getting scolded by the fashion designer.)

you spot chief l/n in the office alone, it’s quite late anyway, a little past when you’d usually have dinner. your uncle examines a paper with furrowed brows and a pen in his large, aging hands. he looks pretty focused—you take it as your cue to invite yourself into his large office.

when the chief hears a small thud, he’s immediately on guard. he puts his hand over the gun strapped under his desk and scans the room: there’s no one, nothing, but he’s not convinced.

“i’m not fucking stupid.” he says coldly, “show yourself or you’re going to regret a lot.”

his voice is low, deep, and threatening. it’s worse than when he scolds you, much worse and you think you might be lucky that his most angry tone with you is less frightening than how he’s talking to you now.

you’re invisible, he can’t see you at all. the chief pulls out his gun from under the table and holds it with precision, aiming and scanning the room once more for any sign of someone. the gun in his hand is knocked out with a spiderweb and the chief halts, stiffening in his place.

you unveil yourself and the chief spots the familiar vigilante stuck to the ceiling, though that same vigilante who had terrorized him a couple days prior is wearing a new suit.

“hello chief.” you greet, making sure you alter your voice.

the tall, bulky man grimaces when you release yourself off of the wall and land on the floor of the room.

“spiderwoman.”

“nice to see you too.” you say, “i’m not going to hurt you or anything, i’m just uneasy around guns.”

“yeah, sure.” he scoffs, “you’re up to something.”

“god- no!” you groan, losing patience. the chief drops his stern demeanor for a second when you pinch the bridge of your nose, it almost convinces him that you’re just a simple human under that suit. “i’m trying to get more details on the lizard, and i need your help.”

“that lizard… he’s behind bars.”

“but that’s not it and you know it.”

“get out my damn office. i’m not afraid to fight you, i don’t care how many webs you trap me in.”

you sigh again, growing even more impatient. the chief glares at you when you do so.

“look—the people, the citizens, families and friends—they’re all in danger if you’re not competent,” you explain. your uncle drops his serious expression and his shoulders relax just barely.

“and i should just tell you why, huh? so you can do who knows what with this information? i’m not stupid.”

“you’re getting on my fucking nerves though and you’re being a prick that’s what you are.” you respond with irritation, and the tone of your retort reminds the chief of a certain someone he knows very well. “you think i saved that whole venue for shits and giggles? i left there with a broken rib and more bruises and cuts than i can count on one hand. i don’t know how many people i have to save or buildings i have to stop from collapsing to get you to understand that i’m not the fucking villain. look, watanabe is eery, there’s something i’m missing on this whole case because that damn scientist has been reluctant to give answers due to some tall ass man-baby of a chief that not only refuses to see the what, barely average height scientist, but the same chief who won’t fucking comply to this ‘vigilante’ because of his foggy little brain.”

the chief looks at you with surprise now, mouth slightly agape.

“i’m—i’m sorry?” he says with uncertainty. your uncle decides to swallow up his pride and prejudice, you sound like his niece and he starts to soften up. “fine. only if it helps.”

so rambling was the only thing that you needed to get him to comply? you’ve been wasting your time, too much time.

“why does watanabe want to see you.” you ask, observing the way your uncles eyes hesitantly avoid your gaze.

it’s quite strange seeing your uncle so sheepish looking, so submissive and not in the way he looks when your aunt scolds him for not eating, but he looks almost vulnerable.

“we-” he pauses and his shoulders drop just barely, “we used to work together. now that he’s behind bars i can’t compromise my position.”

“how does it compromise your position?”

“i’m a big guy, a big, bulky guy. watanabe and i used to be friends and… he asked for my dna samples and whatnot. look, i might’ve…” the chief sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “i gave him some and i don’t know what he did with it, but now that he’s behind bars i think it’s something bad. i don’t know, i’ve never been a science freak.”

“okay so he has your dna, what are you looking so scared for?” you ask,

“i’m just wary… i don’t know what he can do with it—what he has done with it.”

you ponder for a bit and look at the anxious chief in front of you, who looks less intimidating than ever in front of you. why would watanabe need his dna?

“well, he’s behind bars, so no need to worry about anything for now yeah? i’ll investigate this myself.” you assure. you expect an inquiry, a response or something—but the chief simply nods and huffs.

“yeah alright.” he sighs. you shoot a thumbs up and hide yourself in transparency, that’s when you hear small—but noticeable in the silent ambience—words of gratitude. “thanks for taking a weight off my shoulders.”

you really have to stop breaking into jihyo’s home—well, it’s more of you jump scaring her and then her letting you in—so is it really a crime if there’s implied consent to enter?

jihyo opens the window for you and sighs, “i have a door you know.”

“too much work.”

“and swinging to the tenth floor of my apartment building is less work?”

“more exciting!” you beam, “and i like your little reaction, it’s cute.”

jihyo rolls her eye at your little remark and you climb in. she watches you pull off your mask and tuck some of your messy hair away, her eyes linger a little before she turns and walks back to her stove.

“whatcha cookin’?” you ask, sitting on the counter of the little kitchen island.

“avocado toast with eggs.” jihyo responds, not turning around.

“how healthy.”

“did you need something?” she asks, sliding the spatula under the eggs before flipping it over and cutting the heat.

“do you wanna break the law?” you ask. jihyo turns around and the expression plastered on her face screams:“are you dumb or stupid?”

“you’re seriously asking me this?”

“okay technically it’s not fully breaking the law,” you start, “just… doing something that might be an invasion of privacy.”

“that might be breaking the law, stupid.” jihyo snickers, smiling at the idiot in front of her.

you’re wearing something comfy yet professional looking: a pullover with a dress shirt under and some simple dress pants. the detective wonders if people saw you swinging around like that—the only thing masking your identity being the mask you had taken off, and without the mask jihyo can see you with the nerdy-looking glasses you put on earlier, and the smile plastered on your face. you’ve got a cute grin.

“you never said no.” you shrug.

“i’ll lose my job.”

“no you wont. just let me explain?” you plead. jihyo sighs, crossing her arms while leaning against the counter next to the stove; all of the detectives’ attention is on you now.

“thanks lovely.” you say, and the little remark makes jihyo’s cheeks flush just barely. “okay so i had a little talk with the chief last night, turns out watanabe has his dna and my uncle’s on edge because of that.”

“okay…”

“i work for the same company, meaning i have a keycard. that also means we can investigate a little more and find out what the hell he wanted to do with the chiefs dna.” you explain, “it’s technically your job to do all this investigating and if you think about it: i’m just a loyal citizen helping out the hottest detective in the force.”

jihyo uncrosses her arms and puts her hands on the counter gripping the edge. you watch the way her arm tenses and wow she’s toned. the detective looks down and shakes her head, smiling.

the shorter woman turns back around and pulls out a piece of bread from the toaster, then uses the spatula that rested on the plate to put an egg on the toast. she hands you the plate and you turn your head, but take it nonetheless.

“eat up, gotta have energy to ‘kinda’ break the law.”

your eyes light up and you almost gasp, “you’re going to do it?”

“you get me to do the craziest things.”

you smirk and respond, “and if i were a crazy thing?”

jihyo looks you in the eye and smiles. “i could put you on my to-do list then.”

you had offered to swing out her window with her, but jihyo denied, and you teased her the whole way down to the parking lot.

now you’re playing passenger princess (pt. 2) and watch jihyo shift out her parking space, which is a sight. there’s something enticing with her movements, the way she carries herself, and her confidence.

when you reach the building—the large, modern-looking building with a café that keeps your coffee addiction thriving—jihyo gazes for a bit, clearly impressed.

“never been here?”

“no, i have, just never had time to fully take in everything.” she says, “it’s very nice.”

you smile and open the door for her, she rolls her eyes and walks in—you follow behind.

there are a few familiar faces in the building, some people rushing around and others conversing—it could be mistaken as a lobby at some college, jihyo looks around and is taken aback by the lively atmosphere.

“there you are, where have you been?” a recognizable voice scoffs. you turn to your left and see nayeon, smiling cheekily as she walks towards you and jihyo. you roll your eyes playfully and scoff playfully,

“been avoiding you.” you respond jokingly, and nayeon just laughs.

“who’s this? your girlfriend? been skipping work to be with her or what?” nayeon asks. her inquiry takes both you and jihyo by surprise, making both of you blush.

words stick to the tip of your tongue for a moment and jihyo puts out her hand for nayeon while you compose yourself. “detective park.” she introduces.

nayeon raises her brows and shakes her hand, then looks at you with a quirked brow and the look in her eyes seem to convey an “ooh~” before she responds to jihyo. “im nayeon.”

you clear your throat after they shake hands, “it’s nice to see you again i guess.” you say to nayeon, “but i have to go up and grab something, i’ll see you.”

“yeah yeah, see you. i was on my way out anyway—don’t blow up anything.” she sighs, and you scoff playfully. the two of you smile at each other mischievously before nayeon heads out the doors.

jihyo laughs and you raise a brow, watching her as she shakes her head.

“got all flustered from her asking if i was your girlfriend? what happened to the confidence from before?”

“shut up.” you respond, “let’s just go.”

jihyo laughs as you walk towards the elevators—she can’t see you, but she knows you’re blushing like an idiot.

the two of you reach the 7th floor and jihyo follows you out the elevator.

as you and jihyo make your way down the dimly lit corridor, a sense of anticipation fills the air. the tension is palpable as you approach the lab room. fumbling in your pocket, you retrieve a keycard, silently emphasizing the need for caution as you unlock the door. "stay by my side and stay quiet. we're not supposed to be here," you mumble, voice low and careful.

entering the room, you both are immediately struck by its sheer size. you’ve been here once with another scientist from the company, though only for a brief moment to retrieve information for your article. it's not just a regular room; it's an enormous space dedicated to housing the scientists' most precious possessions—their files, research, and invaluable data.

as your gaze scans the shelves, your heart skips a beat before settling on the section that holds the coveted information you seek. the lights are dim, making it difficult to distinguish one folder from another, but thankfully you’re spiderwoman; your senses are already much more advanced than any person.

with each folder you come across, you murmur the words written on their labels. jihyo watches you intently, captivated by your unwavering focus. there's a certain charm in the way you immerse yourself in the task at hand, it's adorable and there's an undeniable allure to your commitment that draws her in.

“they’re all in alphabetical order… t… u… v… hmmm—ah! w!” you beam. you snatch the folder that reads “watanabe.” a contagious smile dances across your lips, your elation mirrored by jihyo.

“is that what we need?” jihyo asks, turning her head.

“yeah, this is one of the more important files, it has a lot of his research and experiments. i’m also going to look for-“

before you can finish your sentence, an unwelcome intrusion slices through the air, mingling with the palpable fear creeping into your senses when you hear the low tap of footsteps outside the room.

 the threat of being caught floods your mind, driving you into spontaneous action. quickly, you take jihyo’s wrist, urgency pulsating through your grip, and scan the room frantically. from the corner of your eye, a small closet appears. you bolt toward it and drag jihyo with you, then close yourselves inside.

you’re in your head trying to listen to the sound coming from the corridor that you don’t realize the compromising position you’re in.

silent seconds stretch while you two stay cautious and awareness dawns upon you, and your breath halts. one hand is unintendedly situated on the curve of jihyo’s slender waist and the other still grips her wrist. her back is pressed against the closet door, and your senses collide with her proximity, faces and bodies inches apart.

(with how quiet it is in the room, you wonder if whoever was lurking would catch you just from the pounding of your heart.)

you loosen your grip on her wrist and whisper, “sorry.”

“you’ve got a good grip.” jihyo mumbles, “and it’s okay.”

the air hangs heavy, thick with tension. you glance downwards and you’re captivated by the intensity in jihyo's eyes—intimidating and enticing even in the darkened room—and an irrepressible impulse surges within you.

jihyo lets out a shallow breath and peeks at your lips, you take a quick glance at hers before you two gape into each other’s eyes again.

now it’s jihyo’s turn to hold your wrist, and without conscious thought, your heart pounding an adrenaline-fueled rhythm, you lean forward, closing the remaining distance until your lips press against hers.

it’s soft and tender at first, then warm and thrilling. you pull away for a brief moment to utter and apology, which is muffled after jihyo crashes her lips back to you with a doubled intensity. you hum in response and she pulls you closer, making you lean down to match her height.

in the muffled silence of the closet, time becomes a mere afterthought, eclipsed by the pulsating intensity that engulfs you both. the world outside fades into oblivion as your lips meet again and again after parting to tilt your heads in the other direction after a few kisses, and after a couple more you’re changing kissing angles again.

jihyo’s hands trace over your chest, then to your shoulders and at last: your neck. she grips at your hair, tugs and pulls while simultaneously leading the kiss—she’s naturally one to take control. she swipes her tongue against your lip and you let her tongue explore your mouth, earning various hums and small groans.

you pull away to catch your breath and jihyo stops you before you can kiss her again, placing her hand on your chest and adding pressure to it to restrain your eagerness.

“sorry,” you say, cheeks flushed and breath heavy. “too much?”

jihyo laughs softly and shakes her head before responding, “not at all, y/n. it’s just, we should be careful… don’t want you to be too loud—yet. let’s continue later.” your cheeks flush from her remark and jihyo laughs lowly after hearing your breath quiver. “do you think whoever was walking is gone?”

“i- um, i’ll have to listen closer.” you mutter.

jihyo’s hand still rests on your chest, right above your heart—which is beating at an unhealthy pace—and jihyo doesn’t comment on the noticeable pounding against her palm. you pause for a moment and really concentrate your sense of hearing, listening on anything going on outside. jihyo lets you work your magic and smiles when you hum.

“no one outside, it’s clear. i’ll turn invisible and you know, check it out. i’ll let you know if you can come out; when i knock three times then that’s your cue to leave the closet, yeah?” you explain.

jihyo nods and says, “sounds good spiderwoman.” which earns a small chuckle from you. some light seeps in when you open the door, letting jihyo have a glimpse of your face: cheeks tinted pink, your ears are a darker shade, and the smirk on your face is smug.

you plant a kiss on her incredibly soft lips before disappearing from her sight, and jihyo hears a small “cute,” before the door closes. she’s left in the dark closet alone with a warm feeling in her chest—though it’s soon replaced with the realization:

oh my god… i just made out with my boss’s niece.

when you and jihyo reach the floor of the lobby, you two act like you haven’t just violated the privacy of a (now criminal) scientist.

there are two folders, a binder, and some samples from who knows what that were hastily placed inside your bag when you first got into the elevator. the two of you head towards jihyo's car, acting as if nothing has happened, despite having committed something slightly very illegal.

the detective closes her doors and you mirror her action once you sit down, and as you both put on your seatbelts jihyo scoffs, “i can’t believe you got me to do this.”

“it’s for my uncle, and you know, just in case.” you assure, looking at her as she grips the steering wheel a little tight. “in the end i think he’ll be grateful, and it’ll help with the case.”

“i know.” jihyo says, “he can be scary.”

“i’ll take care of him, okay?”

“okay.” she responds before shooting you a small smile, which makes you smile back in return.

when you reach jihyo’s apartment, you take off your jacket and hang it on the hooks on the wall. jihyo does the same with her own jacket and you meet at her kitchen island.

you take out the stolen goods from your back and drop them on the marble counter, jihyo turns on the lamp above to make it easier to read and see. jihyo stands across from you as you take out each file and skim through them, watching your eyebrows crinkle from concentration.

four pieces of paper are taken out of one of the binders—three of them being stapled together—and you quickly read through them. then, you place them on the counter, and your eyes scan the title of a sample before laying it next to the papers.

“this is it.” you sigh, looking down at the messy tapestry of notes and diagrams.

jihyo tilts her head and questions, “what?”

“my uncle’s dna. there’s notes on it and everything, it’s all scribbled here—look.” you respond, flipping the paper over and pushing it towards the detective. jihyo’s eyebrows reflect yours and furrow as she reads the text. her shoulders relax and she turns the paper over to read more, eye’s widening a little as she reads.

you pick up the sample and examine it a bit more as jihyo reads through. she looks back at you and says in disbelief, “watanabe tried to make human lizards?”

“pretty much.” you reply, “my uncle’s a big, bulky guy… watanabe probably tried to fuck with the lizard dna and his genes to make something relatively close—but thankfully, it didn’t work. here, this paper shows the trials and whatnot.” you add, handing jihyo the non-stapled paper.

jihyo sets the small packet down and reads through the one handed to her, examining the various angrily crossed-out sentences, numbers, and notes. she hums at the sight.

“so there’s nothing to worry about?” the detective asks. you nod and respond,

“no, thankfully. i’ll probably show up as spiderwoman and leave a little note to the chief, i should probably get to that soon—tonight.” you admit, leaning against the counter. “i’ll leave you alone for now, sorry for making you do all of this.”

you don’t want to leave, that’s the last thing you want to do. the small silence after you utter your last sentence urges you to pack up and leave, even if the thought of continuing whatever happened in your closet flooded your mind.

“wait,” jihyo says as you start to trudge away towards the window, and you pause in your place as soon as you take a step on the carpet on the floor.

you raise a brow in confusion (hoping jihyo read your mind). “yes?”

“just stay, the sun is already setting.” she says boldly.

 “my uncle would kill me, i’m on house arrest.” you sigh, “getting these to him as spiderwoman would get me off house arrest.”

jihyo frowns and you mirror her expression. “you really can’t stay?” she asks, brows creasing just barely.

“i would if i could.”

“well,” jihyo starts, walking over to you. “before you jump out the window,” she mumbles, now one step away from you. she places her hand on your chest and looks at you with a warm softness in her eyes. she tilts her head, then leans up to press her lips against yours, less aggressive than in the closet, but just as nerve-racking—making your heart beat quicken just from the simple contact.

you practically melt when she kisses you, and your hands instinctively reach for her cheek, cupping it gently. time seems to hesitate when she puts her arms around your neck, and you make sure to savor the taste and feel of her lips on yours.

jihyo pulls away first, but only a little so your lips still brush against each other.

“jihyo…” you mutter, and you can feel her smiling against you—her grin spreads to your own lips.

“if you’re off house arrest tomorrow… we should—”

“yes, please.” you say, “anything you want.”

“didn’t know a kiss was enough to have you so eager.” jihyo snickers gently.

you smirk and press a quick peck. “oh i can be eager—if that’s what you want?”

jihyo rolls her eyes at your stupid (yet tempting) response and pulls away so she can see your face clearly. she gazes at you for a bit, simple appreciating your presence and the faint dimple that appears on your cheek as you smile at her. jihyo fixes your hair, pushing away strands that fall over your face.

“you’re an idiot.”

“you love that though.”

“a lot.” jihyo responds, then presses a kiss to your cheek and smiles. “now go get yourself off house arrest.”

you grin. “yes detective.”

the chief stands at his desk and puts on his coat, then gathers all the papers he had already gone through in his bag. on his desk, a folder suddenly drops down with a smack and the chief jumps, letting out a small yelp.

“hi chief.” a voice says. the chief looks up and he watches the familiar vigilante become translucent, then fully visible after unveiling herself. spiderwoman releases herself from the ceiling and lands on the ground with ease. “gotcha’ some things you’d probably love to look through.”

“what the hell spidergirl—”

“please, i know i’m supposed to mask my identity, but spiderwoman is better. c’mon man, i’m in my twenties.” you groan. the chief looks at you and shakes his head, then picks up the folder that had scared him half to death earlier.

your uncle furrows his brows slightly as he reads the papers (same as jihyo did, you note. at this point everything is reminding you of her—even the bulky man in front of you).

“where— where did you get this? how—”

“told you i’d check it out. nothing to worry about chief, just wanted to ease your worries.” you shrug, “i told you i’m not the bad guy.”

the chief examines you for a moment, looking you up and down before his shoulders drop. he puts the papers back in the folder and stares at it for a couple seconds, exhaling in relief.

“thank you.” he says, “i was… really on edge.”

“anytime.” you say, smiling from under the mask. the chief walks up to you, looking down and narrowing his eyes before softening his gaze. he puts his hand out and you look at it in surprise—as well as confusion.

“let’s keep contact, spiderwoman.” the chief says, “maybe you’re not so bad.” he adds. you hesitate for a moment and stare at his hand for a moment longer before shaking it. the chief doesn’t break your hand, doesn’t pull you in and throw you to the ground—he shakes it professionally and nods. “you’ve earned my trust.”

you want to lift your mask up and show him your proud smile, and a part of you wants to reveal yourself.

“i’m glad. i’m just your friendly neighborhood spiderwoman after all, harmless!” you beam.

“that’s debatable. i saw what you did to that monster.” he responds. you catch the faint twitch of his lips: an almost smile.

“how else could i save everyone?”

“i guess you’re right, get going kid, sun is setting.”

“i told you i’m in my twenties!”

“you really remind me of someone i know spiderwoman.” he says with a breath of amusement, “have a good night, thank you again.” he finally adds before grabbing his bag. the chief walks past spiderwoman without body-slamming her or anything like that; the tall, hefty man simply walks out and leaves spiderwoman speechless.

that’s all it took to get on his good side?

jihyo walks into the building and the routine is the same as always: she greets the front desk lady—rachel was her name, she’s sweet and always has a smile on for anyone talking to her. after her usual friendly greeting, jihyo walks over to her desk and greets the rest of the team.

as jihyo sets her bag down, a familiar face appears and greets the detective.

“hello park, morning.” francis beams, smiling softly at jihyo. francis was one of the newer cops, he was pretty young for one—but great at his job. jihyo was quite fond of him, he was nice and competent.

“morning, how are you?”

“good, good.” he says before yawning, “glad it’s friday.”

“me too.” jihyo responds with a laugh, taking out a few reports from her bag and turning on the computer in front of her.

the detective turns back to the monitor in front of her and gets to typing, looking down at the paper and back up to the screen as she types various letters, numbers, and who knows what at this point.

her mind is completely foggy, she tries to get some work done, tries to copy down the reports and examine them. the only thing she can really focus on is the memory of your lips on hers, and whether you’re off house arrest because she really needs a continuation of what happened in that damn closet.

jihyo flinches at the sudden sound of the voice she’s been missing most and looks down at her desk to see a 16oz paper coffee cup on her desk.

“morning detective.”

“jesus!” jihyo yelps, “don’t do that!”

“i thought you’d get used to it by now.” you snicker. jihyo smiles as you pull a chair up next to her and sit down, sipping on your own beverage. “i’m off house arrest.”

“i can see that.” jihyo sighs, though the tone of her voice doesn’t match the way her heart warms upon your arrival. “shouldn’t you be at work?”

“technically it’s an internship,” you respond, “but i guess it’s my job now, seeing they pay me more than some of the actual employees.”

“well whatever it is you should probably be at the building, no?”

“i have work in less than forty minutes. do you hate my presence that much?” you question, a pout forming. “didn’t hate it that much yesterday—"

the detective punches your shoulder and you wince playfully before jihyo rolls her eyes and takes a sip of the coffee you brought her. “you’re loud, too loud for someone who’s my boss’s blood relative.” she scolds you lowly and sets down the beverage before redirecting her attention back to the screen. “and no, i don’t hate your presence, just don’t want you slacking or getting scolded.” she admits, a smile threatening to form on her lips.

you laugh and gaze at her for a moment, taking in the slope of her nose and catching a glimpse of the small mole on the tip of it. your eyes trace the sharp curve of her jaw, and then your look sets on her lips—the taste and feel lingers in your mind. jihyo pretends to ignore your blatant stare.

“i’ll stop bothering you for a bit, should probably get going anyway and let my favorite detective get to work.” you mumble. jihyo turns as you begin to stand up and furrows her brows. she looks to around quickly and grabs your wrist, making you turn and hum in confusion.

“wait,” she starts, trying to keep you close to her for just a while more, “i just printed something, you should come with me before you go.” you smile at her suggestion and set your coffee down on her desk, then nod.

the walk to the printing room is quite silent, nothing is said or heard other than the click of jihyo’s boots reverberating. when you get to the small room, a man walks out and smiles at jihyo before holding the door for the two of you. the detective smiles back before going in, with you trailing behind.

jihyo goes to the screen of the printer and taps at a few buttons, then sighs, “out of paper, come with me to get some.”

“yes ma’am.”

the paper and supplies room are two rooms down from the printing area, and so the two of you walk down the hall then into the room.

jihyo opens the door and you enter first—what catches you completely off guard is the way your senses are quickly overwhelmed.

without warning, your back is pushed against the closed door and you’re immobilized by jihyo’s body pressing against you. before you can comprehend what’s happening, her warm, soft lips press against yours with a slight aggression and it makes you groan immediately.

your hands find their way to her waist, the other on her upper rib to push her closer into you—craving the warmth and feeling it gives you.

something about making out in a dimmed, small room feels right to the two of you; you’ve made out twice so far and both times have been in relatively similar spaces. this won’t be the last time you make out in a small space.

jihyo pulls away and your brain is hazy, you immediately move yourself closer to capture her lips again.

“fuck,” you sigh in between kisses, “what’s with the sudden—” you get cut off with another harsh kiss, making you groan louder into her mouth. jihyo’s tongue finds its way into your mouth and your hands find their way to her skin, and it makes her shiver from the contact.

every nerve in jihyo’s body wakes as soon as your lips come into contact with her neck, and she stifles a groan when you start to nip at it.

“no marks, not now.” she says dissapointingly.

“later?”

“maybe.” she says, and immediately, a sharp breath leaves her lips when you add a bit of pressure on her waist, squeezing it gently.

a sudden shift in the atmosphere tingles your senses, making your lips detach and actions halt. you shiver at the feeling, instantly pulling away from jihyo and trying to compose yourself.

“someone’s coming, act busy.” you mutter quickly before turning on the light and pretending to busy yourself by reaching for papers on the shelf.

the door opens and you almost flinch at the familiar voice that greets the two of you.

“y/n? jihyo? what are you two doing here?” the chief asks. both you and jihyo stiffen at the sound of who had almost walked in on you. jihyo clears her throat abruptly.

“ah, l/n. i was printing something out and y/n decided to help me out.”

the chief chuckles, “y/n, when do you have to clock in?”

“thirty minutes, figured i’d waste a bit of time with park.” you shrug, “i always make it on time.”

the chief laughs and jihyo tenses her jaw slightly as she smiles at him, fixing her hair and jacket she has on. “well,” the chief starts, “grab me some sticky notes while you’re over there, i’ll let you two converse.” he adds. you nod and grab a stack of pink sticky notes—his favorite color—and toss them at him.

“there you go old man.” you tease.

“watch it,” he says playfully, “and are you sick? your cheeks are so pink.”

again, you and jihyo tense up—you clear your throat before responding, “there’s dust here, i sneezed and rubbed my face too hard.” you lie, almost stumbling over your words when you glance at jihyo.

the chief nods and sighs, “well, don’t get my detective sick.” and with that he exits the room, shutting the door harshly (he’s oblivious to his strength at times), which lets you and jihyo sigh out in relief.

“we need to get a room.” you groan,

“yeah.” jihyo laughs, “are you free tonight?” she asks, and it makes you look at her in surprise, cheeks warming up once again.

“only if you are—and if no one tries to rob a bank.”

jihyo laughs and responds, “i am, and i might just have a room.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” jihyo says, smirking. “if it means anything, my window will be unlocked if someone wants to swing by.”

“hmmm, i’ll keep that in mind.”

jihyo’s jaw tenses and she looks at you in a way that fills your nerves with temptation. “good. now let’s print these out, i need to hand them to the forensics.”

jihyo hums along to a tune playing from her phone as she wipes down the counter next to the stove—it’s a slow melody, something fitting for the dimmed room and quiet night.

she hasn’t seen you in a few hours—though it seems like decades—so she’s cleaning up and wandering around to pass the time.

when she finishes cleaning her countertops she walks over to the sink to wash her hands, still humming along to the melody that fills the room with a soft ambiance. jihyo turns off the sink and the unexpected feeling of two large hands on her waist makes her shriek and turn around quickly.

she calms down when she’s met with your grin, but her irritation quickly replaces the relief and she punches your rib lightly; you wince at the feeling dramatically, clutching your side and pouting.

“hey! what was that for?” you groan, and it makes detective park smile.

jihyo crosses her arms and leans against the counter. “you’re going to kill me one day y/n.”

“aw, am i making your heart beat that fast?”

she punches your shoulder again and says, “oh shut up.” you grin at her cheekily.

jihyo takes a moment to examine you and somehow you’re cuter everytime she sees you. you’re wearing some comfy looking navy sweatshirt paired with black sweatpants, how adorable.

the mood in the air shifts when you run your eyes up and down jihyo, and she seems to have gained some of her own powers from the way she reads your mind. you lick your lips swiftly and smirk—it’s not a big one, but the slight curve of one side of your lips is noticeable.

“i told my uncle i’d be staying with a friend for the night,” you explain, and the tempting look in your eyes is replaced by curiosity with a hint of wonder. “i brought some drinks, got a sweet tooth?”

“i can’t pass down drinks from you.”

“you like strawberry soda?” you ask—jihyo hums. “good. i um— thought… maybe we could watch a movie—or just talk? i don’t know honestly, i’ve just been wanting to see you.” you admit, “i realized we haven’t really had time to you know, go on a date and just hang out without any of it being work or crime related… i wanted to be with you.”

jihyo laughs and she feels her heart thud against her chest. “you’re cute.”

“thanks, but you’re cuter,” you reply, which makes jihyo blush and she tries to hide it by walking over to her living room area. you follow behind and she sits down on her couch, patting down a space for you.

“didn’t know spiderwoman was so romantic.”

“hey hey… spiderwoman is a lot of things.” you huff.

you and detective park—no, just jihyo, sweet, genuine, and crazily pretty jihyo—talk for an hour. it starts off with you explaining that you earned the chiefs trust, then it goes on to complaining about said chief, nothing too new though laughs are shared. jihyo complains about her job and the paperwork that’s been piling on her desk and you complain about your side hustle; jihyo is attentive, listening to you ramble about your spiderwoman story of the recent (and very pretentious) group of high school boys who tried to rob a gas station.

talking with jihyo feels easy, it’s not like you have to force yourself or exaggerate anything; conversing with jihyo feels right.

the whole hour of you two simply sharing sodas and drinks leads to scooting closer, shoulders touching and heads leaned back against the top of the touch.

when silence floods for a bit after you share another anecdote, jihyo takes this time to blatantly admire your face—keeping her look on your lips for a couple seconds longer than the other features.

it’s you who closes the distance this time, no words need to be exchanged when you finally do what the both of you have wanted to do: simply lock lips.

“fuck i missed this,”

jihyo smiles when she pulls away. “it’s been a couple hours, y/n.”

“one minute is already too long.” you mumble before kissing her again.

this time your kiss is slow and soft, not the same crashing of hungry lips against each other, it’s soft, sweet, and you two take your time since there’s no risk of being caught. no rush at all.

in contrast to your previous (rushed, aggressive, and heated) kisses, you both take your time to really appreciate each other’s intimacy.

the new comfort and absent feeling of cautiousness lets you savor the feeling of jihyo’s lips on yours: warm, soothing, and everything you didn’t know you needed. you taste the faint hint of strawberry off her while she cups your face, sliding her fingers to the back of your neck and rubbing her thumb against your skin.

a few minutes (you guess it’s been a few minutes, cant be that long, no? it’s been thirty minutes) pass and the two of you have your hands roaming around, the kisses get needier by the second.

hunger hurriedly takes over and you’re practically eating other’s mouths in no time. despite the change in pace and intimacy, you’re perfectly fine with it; if anything, it’s perfect how it escalated from a simple sweet kiss to whatever is making your cunt throb.

you blindly shift yourselves and jihyo backs up to lay down comfortably on the cushions of the couch. one thing you that made your breath uneasy was the way jihyo tangled her fingers in your hair, especially the way she tugged at it occasionally. her hand rested on your neck at first, then she moved it down to your waist and slid her nimble fingers under your sweatshirt, making contact with your skin. you whimpered unintentionally at the sudden contact, which was not only amusing—but also incredibly alluring to jihyo.

“you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?” she mumbles, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face. “i think it’s cute how you’re on top of me, but you seem much more shaken up.”

you try to respond to jihyo, but a lump forms in your throat when she pulls back a little more and looks at you like you’re the cutest thing in the world. jihyo slides her hands further up near the middle of your ribs, making your breath hitch.

“didn’t know you’d be this easy to rile up spiderwoman.”

before you can try to respond, she closes the gap you groan into her mouth. with a swift press of her fingers against your skin, you part your lips for her to explore your mouth, then push yourself closer to her. her touch sends a shiver down your spine and the way her tongue takes over in your mouth drives you fucking crazy.

she makes her way down to your neck with soft kisses serving as a trail, then nips at your skin softly, eliciting a soft, breathy “fuck” from you.

jihyo pulls away and you whine. she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and looks into your eyes before mumbling, “you’re cute.”

you smile and your lips meet again, you pull away to murmur against her lips softly, “bedroom?” and jihyo hums in agreement.

the two of you get up from the couch, but your lips are almost unable to part from one another for more than five seconds. you bump into the walls clumsily, which makes you two laugh even as you groan into each other’s mouths—it’s all so heartwarming and cute—and soon you manage to make it to jihyo’s room.

now it’s jihyo’s turn to press you against the door again. you curse lowly as she marks up your neck again and try to feel for the light switch against the wall; you manage to light up the room despite your eyes closing from the overwhelming feeling of jihyo’s skilled lips.

she pulls away for a second and asks, “are you sure you want to-“

“fuck yes, please.” you answer immediately, then cut her off with a hungry kiss that leaves her stumbling back. you kiss her needily and fumble with the edge of her shirt before slipping it off, and when you pull away to gaze at her body you let out a breath of amazement.

jihyo laughs. “you kept teasing me about how i could undress you, but look who’s so eager to have me naked.” she asks, catching you staring at her in awe. you part your lips at the sight of her tremendously toned core and she snickers. “you like what you see?”

“love what i see,” you sigh, “shit, you’re beautiful.”

“let me help you out, i wanna see what’s under there again.”

with a swift movement, she slips off your sweatshirt and you’re both standing close to each other topless.

you were confident enough with your words and jihyo seeing your skin when you had that mask on, but now that it’s just you; you feel a little shy now that you’re a bit revealed in front of jihyo—despite still having a bra on—and you avoid eye contact.

her eyes soften. “you’re so pretty.” she sighs, then kisses you swiftly and sweetly.

the detective is a natural leader, and it’s showing now. she guides you to the bed while exploring the curves and grooves of your body, then she’s straddling you on her queen sized bed.

you pull away and jihyo looks at your dilated pupils—completely taking over your eyes.

“can i— can i take your bra off?”

“of course.” jihyo responds.

your fingers work to unclasp jihyo’s bra and holy shit you’re stunned. your eyes widen and you exhale in amazement.

as embarrassing as it is to admit, you’ve fantasized at the ungodly hours of the night and also during those boring moments at work about seeing jihyo like this. you thought you’d be fine in a situation like this seeing you’ve daydreamed about it—but fuck it’s better than anything you can imagine now that it’s really happening. you pause in your place, halting any action.

“cat got your tongue?”

“i— fuck you’re so pretty jihyo.” you sigh, “can i touch you?”

“of course,” and right after her approval your hand slides up from her waist to her chest.

the way she gasps as you brush your fingers over her nipple is music to your ears, and it does not help the way your cunt throbs. something about the way she groans roughly when you pinch her bud slightly makes you groan in response, muttering a small “holy shit” in response.

you press a chaste kiss on her breast and trail down with your tongue to swirl around the peak of her breast, taking note of what kind of action makes her breath shake the most. the only thing you want to do right now is make her feel good, make her feel the same as you.

“your tits are so fucking nice,” you say, and jihyo lets out a sound that’s a mix of a laugh and a moan.

a couple minutes pass of you shamelessly indulging in jihyo’s tits (something that you could get used to—something that you need to do often) and your lips find their way back to each other. then, jihyo pulls away and she look at you with lidded eyes.

“can i—”

“please,” you interject, “please.”

“whatever you’d like,” jihyo says amusingly, “let me take care of you. i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

you nod eagerly and she unclasps your own bra, biting her lip at the new territory revealed. she mutters a compliment and you simply whimper at her words. needless to say, your reactions have jihyo surprised and invested.

she works at your tits for a while, leaving a couple marks in between, under, and on them. you grip at her bedsheets and arch your back at the way she swirls her tongue skillfully around your sensitive areas, you’re practically drowning in bliss and she hasn’t even touched you where you need it most yet.

her lips leave a trail of pecks on your body as she lowers down, and when she reaches your soft tummy her hands tug your pants down.

“hyo, p—please…” you groan, “please touch me.”

jihyo hums and she presses a finger against your underwear, it makes your hips twitch.

she kisses your inner thighs and leaves you breathless, your eyes shut as you press against the mattress. she pulls away and slides your underwear off, tossing it aside carelessly and biting her lip when she meets your core.

a soft peck is pressed on your clit and you let out a stifled moan. gently, she slides her fingers along your walls. she smiles at how aroused you are, feeling the slick that dampens her fingers.

“god, you’re so wet y/n.”

“shut—shut up.”

“excited aren’t you?” she teases, “i like this side of you more than spiderwoman to be honest.”

before you can respond, she latches her mouth onto your pussy and the surge of pleasure makes you groan so loud that it even takes you by surprise. you bite your lip the more she lashes at your dripping center, sucking, slicking, and savoring the sweet slick that seeps out.

your hand immediately reaches for her hair the more she indulges in your pussy, and she groans against you.

you’re not sure how long it’s been since she went down on you, but you’re feeling that knot forming in your stomach the more she tongue fucks you and the more you whine. you’re completely lost in pleasure; a few points of contact from her nose to your clit and tongue to your walls and you’re sent over the edge.

a hoarse, strangled sound between a cry and a moan is heard from you, jihyo continues to savor your sweetness. you push your head back into the mattress and jihyo trails back up to you with kisses.

“holy shit,” you say breathless, jihyo grins while you recover.

“how was it?”

“i— think you know the answer.” you sigh as you prop yourself on your elbows. “i’ve um, i’ve thought about you like this before and— this is better than anything i’ve ever imagined.”

jihyo chuckles and you cup her cheek, then kiss her fervently. she hums into the kiss and you pull away, stroking her cheek with your thumb.

seeing as you’re spiderwoman, you’re naturally quick to recover. your hand moves back to her breast and you brush your finger over her nipple, earning a sharp breath from her.

“my turn to make you feel good.”

with a swift motion, you flip jihyo over and pin her down on the bed. she gasps at the sudden change, and before she has time to process much—you’re already occupied with her boobs.

blindly, you slider her pants and panties off with a quick motion and slide your hands up and down her legs. jihyo’s moans are on the louder side, and they’re strangled too.

you’re so eager to hear her come undone, so eager to leave her a mess. with thumb her clit once, then twice, and then stick your fingers inside—which has jihyo’s nails grasping at your shoulder and her breath shaking.

the more you pump in and out, the closer she is to breaking. you savor each and every moan that reverberates against the walls in her room, making sure the target the spots that make her curse louder than ever. her hands uncontrollably grip at your tricep, then your shoulder, and soon she’s gripping your hair, which has you groaning against her chest shamelessly while you mark it up.

“y-y/n, oh— i’m close, i-i’m— keep going,"

with the overwhelming sensation of your tongue swirling around her nipple and the way your thumb presses against her clit—she’s breathing heavily, shaking, and soon enough she’s trembling after a loud yelp. she mutters a string of curses and does what you had done before, sinking into the mattress and once you pull away from her chest to gaze at her; she pulls you in for a messy, sensual kiss.

the two of you stay like that for a while, kissing tiredly and sloppily before you fall over beside her on the bed.

“god, y/n…”

“did you like it?” you ask. the smug smirk on your lips makes jihyo sigh amusingly and she shakes her head playfully.

“of course i did.”

“we should…” you begin, “do this more often—if you’re fine with that.”

jihyo laughs and you lay your head on her chest.

“i’m more than fine with it, spiderwoman.”

when jihyo wakes up, she feels an extra warmth on the left side of her body.

she looks down and looks at the face squished in her chest which makes her smile immediately. you’re breathing gently and one arm is draped across her body, loosely resting above her waist.

“like my boobs that much?” she chuckles softly, tracing her finger along your soft skin. you grumble into her and sigh, waking up to the low sound of her voice.

you blink three times—though the first two times were slow and lazy—then shift closer into her. your hand presses her against you more, and you tangle your leg with hers before mumbling, “morning.”

she laughs at the lower tone of your morning voice and kisses your forehead. “good morning y/n.”

after rubbing your face against her shoulder, you push yourself up and prop yourself up on one elbow. jihyo laughs at your squinted, tired eyes before you tickle her with kisses on her jaw and neck.

“jihyo,” you begin—she hums in response. “do you think we rushed this?” you ask, referring to whatever relationship you two have now as you slide your along the skin over her ribs.

“hm, i don’t think so. you’ve already been saying a lot of suggestive things prior to this.”

“you liked it though.”

“maybe.” jihyo says, rolling her eyes. you drop back down onto the bed and return to nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck, kissing it once before closing your eyes again. “y/n,” jihyo says again, this time with a tone that makes you open your eyes again.

“yes?”

“what would your uncle say if… if he knew his detective slept with his niece?”

now your eyes widen and your body tenses. “shit.” you groan. jihyo laughs and you sit up quickly. “how bad did you mark me?”

“let’s hope there’s a store nearby that has concealer in your shade y/n.”

#twice x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader #miinatozakiii #jihyo x reader #twice jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo imagines #twice #jihyo

[jmdbjk]

Come Back to Me.

As the first scene opened, my very initial reaction/feeling was overwhelming relief. Is that a weird feeling to feel first thing? With all that's happened these past few weeks, this seemed like this is finally a tangible thing to fight back with. I don't know if that makes logical sense but I guess I have been angry and frustrated and feeling helpless.

The party scene that opens the MV and which he returns to toward the end, perhaps this symbolizes his chosen career/life? At the beginning, he's tired and over it... "leave me alone, I need to step away." So he gets up off the couch. Yet the lyric says "I told you I'm fine, staying good..." (He has told us several times after Festa 2022 that he's fine, he's good.)

He stares (with longing?) at the mysterious door with three little glass windows.

"Spring's always been here." I know the lyric on the MV says Spring, but he clearly says "spring's always been here."

Then he is interrupted again so he strides away from the party and suddenly he's in his bathroom with his little family who are brushing their teeth.

The ideal scenario. Nice, perfect little smiling family, perfect little home.

The door to the bathroom has four little windows on it...

His little girl (Namjoon is a girl-dad) pulls him into the bathroom to join her and her mom. He is confused.

Lyric: "I forgot to shower, 세수할 시간도 아까워 or sesuhal sigando ahkkawuh" and translates to "even washing my face feels like a waste of time." He made the Korean lyric rhyme with the preceding English lyric.

Why just this line in Korean? The concept of "face" has a specific cultural meaning in Asia which includes Korea (but is not limited to this). Everyone's heard of "saving face", to save your honor or protect from humiliation. Its more than just a sense of honor though. There is much more to it, if you want to read something, here is one article that attempts to explain the cultural significance of it.

In the context of these lyrics, I think he means, as a Korean, he thinks keeping his face clean is a waste of time.

If we were to think of it as his attempt to keep his idol image clean, to be the kind of person everyone thinks he is, to uphold the honor of everything that some want to put on him and make him represent... that's gotta be a huge amount of pressure and its a waste of time for him to try to be the perfect man in his perfect home with his perfect family. Because he's not perfect. "You don't have to be the anything you see....Trying not to be that something in this sea."

As we've seen recently, what a challenge it would be to constantly be trying to uphold such a perfect image in the midst of so much shit being thrown from all directions from multiple entities.

Moving on.

He goes through another door and has to duck because something is being thrown at him.

The imperfect relationship. Conflict, anger, a lot of turmoil. The room is a total wreck. He attempts to diffuse the situation but she's mad, accusatory. The lyric he's singing: "I told you I'm fine tonight, staying good." Obviously not. She is dressed in some sort of cocktail dress, a little bit of glamour within this chaos.

Interestingly, the walls throughout this MV usually have some sort of box-like shapes embellishing them. Or the furniture is angular/rectangular. The wallpaper in this room looks like a maze. Each of these rooms could be considered a box.

They struggle, she grabs a lamp. He runs. The door to that room has no little round windows on it.

The hallway he walks down is lined with doors, some open, some closed, some with little round windows in them, some without.

He goes into an open door and then immediately comes back out, the woman in the previous room following, trying to pull him back in. What does she represent? Personal relationships? The aspects of his life that are tempting but toxic?

He tries to open the door with three windows. He cannot. It is locked to him. He keeps running and finds himself suddenly in a baby crib?! The wood bars resemble a jail cell.

What's up with the orange on his pillow? Oranges are given as gifts in Korea for good luck. The parents peering over the top of the crib entice him to come to them.

"You are my pain, divine, divine, get, get, get to the divine, divine, so fine." This part has stumped me. He's being treated like a baby, or he feels like a baby. Parents looking down at their baby boy... he is unfazed at their adulation... he covers himself with a blanket to shield himself from their attention, they are disappointed and leave him be by walking away... the lyrics: "You are my pain divine, divine, get, get, get to the divine, divine, so fine." Could it be the celebrity life he leads, the perception he's young and naive, a baby? Trapped in a box, not able to get out on his own terms? Endure the pain of it all in order to get to the divine of it all? I don't know.

When he uncovers himself, the blanket has turned into a big leaf from a houseplant, and. he's in a nice room which resembles his real home.

A different woman enters the room, seemingly searching for something. She's dressed in a drab looking dress.

He contemplates her while she is still in the room.

She doesn't see what she's looking for and leaves the room hurriedly.

The lyric is a repeat of forgot to shower, waste of time washing my face.

He follows her.

She doesn't seem to be aware he is there. He senses her but just misses seeing her slip away.

And he seems to make a circle and ends up back in the room he just left. And he turns around, and comes face to face with himself.

"I told you I'm fine tonight, Spring's always been here, I will sleep in her eyes." The camera pans to his other self and back and he's turned into the woman who was searching for something. They found each other.

Who does she represent? His alter-ego? His life? The balance he's been searching for? Does she represent us? his fans? or maybe all the people who support him and he depends on. She represents his center, his stability?

When they find each other, they are happy. There is a beam of sunlight that quickly moves across the wall behind them when they go to sit on the couch. They don't sit close to each other. Very platonic. Does she represent happiness and comfort, his guiding light?

Once they connect, his smiles are so big, he's laughing, he's happy once again and he returns to all the other rooms happy, settled, content even.

Hard to see but the baby in the crib who represents RM, is holding up the orange to his mother.

"I see you come back to me, you are my pain divine. You are my pain divine, divine." The last sentence repeats over and over as he rises and sees the happy sunlight woman again, beckoning him to come to her and he nods as if he knows its time to go with her.

He goes to her. As soon as he enters that atrium where she is standing, the sun comes out and we see both of their clothing has changed, he in a hanbok-like outfit and she back in the dress we first saw her in. The outfits are made of similar material and they are both barefoot. I am sure being barefoot has some cultural connotation. Getting back to basics, to a natural state perhaps? Simplicity.

"You are my pain, divine, divine" keeps repeating and "I told you I'm fine tonight, staying good, Spring's always been here." He is reassuring, perhaps indicating he knew he had to take this journey of self-discovery, or self re-discovery knowing there were those who supported him, the Spring would always be there no matter how challenging it is.

She seems to ask if he's ready and he takes a deep breath and they both go through the door and the light becomes brilliant.

As the camera pulls back while they walk amongst the corridors, we see a vast maze of similar rooms.

Navigating life or a career can be like a maze. The future is unknown, no telling which room he will enter next. But he has his alter-ego, happiness, support, his light, accompanying him through the journey, through his pain, divine.

When it was over, I was a little emotional. The production was flawless, so many details I'm sure I missed dozens of them.

It wasn't until the second watch did I realize the song was all english except for the one line about washing his face.

Remember when Namjoon came on Weverse live and he told us about how he got the cut over his eye? Here is a great interview of the director of the MV, Lee Sungjin and he explains how it happened and the experience of working with RM.

Edit: I just realized the "party" room is the same room as the one that resembles his home.

#rm x come back to me #namjoon #bts chapter 2

[pluttskutt]

Eddie and Steve are in Steve's bed, cuddling while watching a movie. As always, Eddie's mind is heavy with thoughts racing through his mind on a loop. "How do you see me?"

It's a dumb question, yeah. It falls into that category of "don't ask questions you don't want answers to" but he's been wondering for a while now. Insecurity eats away at him. Does Steve find him attractive? No, obviously, but in some way, does he?

"With my eyes?" Steve answers, uncertain because that doesn't feel like the answer Eddie wants but he's not sure what else the answer could be.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Eddie stirs from their position to sit up. It's a bit of work because Steve doesn't want to budge from his chest but he relents soon enough. "I mean, how do I look to you?"

"..." Steve opens his mouth, frowning. "In what context?" he asks, not wanting to give the wrong answer again.

"The context of what you like about me. I know you're not attracted to me but you know I'm attracted to you, and sexual attraction isn't your territory but do you feel anything when you look at me? Or am I just not ugly?" That's what he said about Henry Cavill just the other day and Eddie hasn't been able to shake it off since.

Steve's forehead creases while Eddie speaks, and he averts his eyes to look at the bed. He crosses his legs and glances at Eddie. Words are difficult because others interpret them in other ways than he meant them and his point gets lost.

Biting his tongue not to rush words out (Eddie knows better than to pressure him) he offers a gentle smile in hopes of encouraging him to speak.

Steve glances up at the big brown eyes. "I feel happy." It doesn't feel enough, and it isn't, but he has to be sure his words are right. "You're beautiful. Sorry, uhm, do you prefer handsome?" He snaps his fingers without making much of a sound, fidgeting with the closest things at hand-which happens to be his fingers.

A soft blush heats up Eddie's face at the compliment. "Beautiful is fine," he manages to stutter, running a hand through his hair. "I- Thank you."

"I like your style, how you accessorize like... uhm... how much care you put into how you look. Your rings... your hands are pretty, and I like that you're growing your hair out but keeping bangs because I like to look at your face because you smile a lot and it's... you're soothing. Like an artwork."

Eddie blinks like a bloody cartoon character. "An... you just said... I'm art?" No one has ever told him that before.

"Mm." Steve nods, not realising how stunned he made the other. "Beautiful, precious, rare, and I want to touch you but in a... not in the same way you want to touch me, I guess, but in a... uhm... study? Almost, but not really. It's not like I want to trap you in a room and study you but you're pretty and I like looking at you."

Precious repeats itself in Eddie's mind on repeat over and over again.

"Sorry! Was that too much? I'm not great at explaining myself. I'm sorry." Steve runs two hands through his hair, afraid he's said something to insult the one he just did his best to compliment. "I'm not good at complimenting appearances okay? Not in the way that people want me to." They want to be called hot, sexy, or whatever else they think. He's got sexy down somewhat and can throw it out when friends want an outfit check but it's a foreign concept still.

Eddie reaches out to hold his hands and stop them from scratching his skin red. "Screw what people want, baby, no one has ever complimented me like you." He raises his hands to his lips and kisses his fingers. They don't do much of that because he doesn't want to overwhelm Steve, but the way his cheeks blush and he smiles assures him this is wanted.

#steddie #ninni writes steddie #steve x eddie #trans steve harrington #autistic steve harrington #it got away from me #ninnis writing

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

I wanted to share this reddit post with you. The comments are primarily in his favor so I don't have any screenshots to share. It's just crazy. So this guy was asking if he was in the wrong for asking his girlfriend to use a different body wash. Here's the original post:

The main thrust of this post is, I am allergic to nuts and my girlfriends bodywash contains almond oil. It isn't life threatening for me to come in contact with it but it does cause hives. I asked my girlfriend (Jess) to change the body wash she uses as I am getting hives from residue of her body wash in the shower.

Jess was initially fine with it after a small back and forth but has since spoken to friends and believes that I am being too controlling, as do her friends. My friends are mostly neutral with a couple saying that I need to "nut up" and let her use whatever she wants.

A little bit of added context is that we recently decided we wanted to move in together and decided to do a "trial run" as Jess still lives with her parents and I rent my own place. So it's easy enough for her to move in with me for a few months to see if living together full time works for us.

It's never been a problem before now as I've never had a reaction from touching Jess after she uses it, but I am having a reaction from the residue that is left in the shower, usually on the removable shower head which I need to use to get clean because I'm a big dude and just leaving it up there doesn't reach everywhere.

Jess has always been aware of my allergies, she doesn't eat nuts if she knows we're going to do anything together and the few times when she has, she thoroughly brushes her teeth before seeing me.

And here's the update:

I know that I only responded to like one comment, but the amount that I received was honestly overwhelming. So, thank you to everyone who responded. I did read all of them. I thought I'd post this update to tell you guys what happened and explain a little bit of why I made the initial post. For those who were wondering about ages, I'm 21 and Jess is 25. My friends hover around my age and hers hover around her age.

I wish I could come back and say that I had seen my own value and got myself out of the relationship, but the truth is that Jess broke up with me two days after the post. I was still thinking, and she asked to meet up to discuss things. I went in hoping for the best but was met by her telling me that it wasn't working, and she didn't see a future for us where we're both happy. That hurt a lot.

I've spent the past few days sort of realising how stupid my original post here was, OF COURSE I'm not an asshole for not wanting to come into contact with something I'm allergic to.

I think a lot of you probably wondered why I even had to ask. The truth is that I felt like I was going crazy. I genuinely liked and respected her friends, I thought they were really smart. So, to be told that this was the opinion of my girlfriend as well as theirs made me take it very seriously. When I went to my friends and received no support or validation, I started to convince myself that I was wrong.

I also actually learned from the comments that continued exposure could worsen my reactions so that's handy to know now.

This is so messed up. I have a pretty serious garlic allergy that I have to take precautions for so I get it. The reaction from the friends just screams ignorance to me. It isn't about control, it's about his life. Besides, even if he would never have a bad reaction, it's still something that should be respected.

#double standards #relationships #reddit

[fuckyeahfightlock]

20 questions for fic writers 2023

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

207

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

1.2 million (!!!)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

BBC Sherlock (Sherlock TV, ACD), Doctor Who/Torchwood, Black Sails/Treasure Island, Maurice (film/novel), Raffles/Raffles TV, Don't Trust the B---- in Apartment 23, Dexter, The Sandman (comics), Versailles, The Untamed, MST3K

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Imposter Art and Nature Boyfriend Material Eight and Fifty Nights Wind and Winter

No surprise three of those are from the same series (my most popular one). I kind of feel like The Imposter is my fandom legacy, which is fine by me; I'm proud of it.

(they're all beauties, in my eyes)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I started out responding to every one. I barely do anymore, only because when I was writing long, chaptered fics, it became overwhelming. Lately I get many fewer, so I do respond to some. I tend to reply to comments on non-Sherlock fics more now, because the fandoms are smaller and I like to gas us up a little!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Am and Was, the final story in my fight!lock series Bleed So Pretty, ends with a double suicide.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably All Said and Done, the happy ending for the 1920s stately home series, Dawn Before the Rest of the World. But a lot of my fics have happy endings, even most of the angsty ones.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have! Very early on someone got very angry that AUs even exist, and took it out on one of my stories (maybe it was the first AU she ever read???); she mostly complained that I was writing Them out of character, which is probably true to some extent, but everyone has their own tolerance levels for that kind of stuff, so, whatever. Someone got very angry that one of my missing-scene fics based on a novel included verbatim text at the beginning and end (context being necessary to the bit I wrote in the middle), even though I made that VERY CLEAR in the beginning notes; she was not satisfied and felt I was a plagiarist, which to me is not a concept that even applies to transformative works, so again, whatever.

I don't mind any comment except ones that boil down to "I don't like this," because there's nothing I can do about that. I can fix spellings and punctuation, sew up plot holes, and make other minor adjustments to the technical stuff. But if someone just comments that they don't like the story, I'm helpless.

9. Do you write smut?

Very much so! I have written entire long novels just as set dressing for smut.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Several! I decided as soon as Sherlock came out on BBC that it takes place in the very same universe (London, present day) as Doctor Who/Torchwood (so, aliens exist). So I crossed those over a bunch. Doctor Who/Torchwood also got crossed over with Dexter, and with The Sandman comics. ACD!Holmes crossed over with Raffles, based on a screenplay of a film featured on MST3K. Black Sails is already Treasure Island pastiche, so that counts though I'm not responsible for it.

(this legendary bitch was only a bitch from a legend in Treasure Island)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I was a victim of netscraping of the AO3 by various pay-to-read schemes, twice. But to my knowledge, no one person has like, copy/pasted my fic and put their name on it as the author.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple in Russian, a couple in Chinese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Twice. It's not really my jam.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Johnlock.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A final story in my Road to Home series, a fix-it fic where Donna gets her memory back (which I began writing in 2013 or 2014). Now that she's got it back in canon, it seems even less likely I'll ever finish it.

(Russell T Davies accepted it maybe a little TOO hard)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Right now, discipline (mine, not in my BDSM AU characters')

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it, probably not 100% correctly or well, but I try really hard (not just google translate! I consult native speakers!) to get it right. Generally I recommend keeping it to a minimum unless you learn the trick where AO3 lets you hover a cursor over text and you can put the translation in the pop-up. Too few people are multilingual.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I wrote self-insert Duran Duran bandom fic starting when I was 12, in 1984. My first fic on the AO3 was a Sherlock fic.

(my first husband, John Taylor)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Don't make me choose! I can't choose a favourite child. Today I was writing on One-Man Advantage, so that's a fave because of recency bias, but I was also thinking about Stages, so that's a fave because when I think of it my heart aches. The Re/Formation of Billy Bones is a fave because I love the backstory I created for him and I think I wrote it well. At Depth is a tiny hidden gem. I love all the Christmas ones and all the snowed-in ones. I love the kinky ones and the fluffy ones and the ones with OCs. I love some I've forgotten about. I love'm all.

Thanks for tagging me, @onesmallfamily !

#long post #20 questions #writing #fic

[wackytheorist]

sorry if this is all over the place I’m nd and dyslexic so typing hard but the “ableist crow” is just a user who made some slightly heated vent posts about some of tubbos behaviours (such as talking over people despite other ccs asking him to stop) etc. while I don’t agree with the posts 100% myself I definitely dont read them as ableist? like this is a stretch example (and no I’m not calling tubbo a toddler) but like if I saw a little kid in a store having a meltdown I wouldn’t blame the kid cause it’s not their fault if their overwhelmed but like I can still be annoyed by the screaming? Idk if that makes sense but that’s kinda my take on what they probably meant by that post? (they’re nd themselves btw) their post got screenied and posted to Twitter by a tubbling (I know who posted it but I won’t say so they don’t get hate sent) where tubbo then saw it so it got blown up even more than it needed to

but yeah idk by reading through their blog they seem to take a mixed bag approach of finding things annoying or questionable and venting these frustrations but waiting to see how things develop. another post of theirs that springs to mind is the "abuse defender" one in which it was like a day or two after the new eggs and roier abusing pepito and they were asking people to wait to see if the abuse thing developed in case it was just a bit he was doing rather than immediately calling a latino cc an abuser? Especially when Roier has beefed with other eggs before and similar bits by other ccs were seen as funny (slime purposefully abusing flippa with “parenting styles” comes to mind but granted that was very early server where everyone was being more goofy anyway)

again like I said I don’t agree with all their posts but I think a lot of what they’ve said is being taken out of context or pushed to extremes to make them look worse than they are?? 🤷

Your fine, I understand the wording(I too am terrible at typing for different reasons.) I'm part of relaxed qsmpblr as I've mentioned in a different post and don't have much of a problem

Everyone should be allowed to express their opinion, yours is valid

But imo, I didn't have much of a problem with their posts(as I said before in the statement above) or the april fools account was problematic(I mean if someone thought I was worth an april fool account, I'd be losing my shit reading it but everyones different.)

But their response was a bit... off to me, especially since the person was a minor.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #asks #I wont be answering any more asks about the situation sorry but Its not my place #vent #< just in case

[dupliciti]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

repost, do not reblog this

NAME: rath, debating on switching alias to terios

PRONOUNS : she/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : discord 100%. i do not just use mine for rp so i don't really mind if from the get go we exchange usernames for it. will be okay chatting in IMs as long as the messages aren't too long since they're a mess to read sometimes

NAME OF MUSE(s) : sampo

BEST EXPERIENCE : honestly this has been my best time. i'm not in school so i don't gotta worry about that and i've made friends with some chill people and also enjoy seeing all my mutuals. i get to talk about sampo in this void it's great asjkdgh uh which i mean is half of the reason i made a blog in the first place, i needed to put my hcs and thoughts into something! and the fact that people are receptive and in turn will write with my sampo is all i could ask for

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : ship collecting. i don't want to feel like you're following me just to ship with me because i'm not into that and sampo in particular is difficult. i do not mind talking about ship potential, but if you're just following and opening up with shipping.. nope

assuming something about my muse, like something personality or motive wise i mean. sure, he's a canon character, but i have thoughts on literally every little thing in the game regarding him. analysis... headcanons... they all have their place and build upon my understanding. this is basically the only muse i write atm so i have the time to spend like this on him and it means a lot to me when people observe my flavor of sampo in the light i've tried to put him in. the same would apply to any other muses i write

ghosting. i've had this issue a couple times already within this rpc which... it's whatever. but idk, i feel like if you've made me put effort into communicating with you and you just take off after gradually putting me in limbo with you or giving weird responses... it's off-putting and makes me feel as if i've wasted my time. what i’m talking about in particular has always resulted in the other person blocking me without a word so yeah. that’s what i mean by that. outside of this context, softblock or hardblock me, no hard feelings.

not cutting posts? i can't think of anything else super pressing

MUSE PREFERENCES: i'm trying to think of the types i've written and it's usually similar to sampo in some manner? so dabbles in crime, mysterious background, hard to trust, doesn't trust others. mostly that stuff??? i think nate drake is the only example of me attempting to write one of my fave character types? which would be golden retriever-esque (but he still does illegal things sooo) but i usually don't end up writing them fsr outside of that asdjkgh

PLOTS OR MEMES : plotting is preferred and accepted for anything. uh memes are fine? sometimes i just get overwhelmed with getting a lot of prompts... like rn.... lol

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i prefer a happy medium especially if we have multiple threads. you could write me a one liner and the shortest i might go is a paragraph, so yeah. longer stuff will take me a bit to respond to but sometimes shorter stuff i struggle with if we haven't been plotting idk asdjkgh i prefer writing a couple paragraphs personally

BEST TIME TO WRITE : i am realizing i have more energy in the mornings for writing but i usually don't wake up early enough on work days. evenings are great, nights not so much. after an 11 hour work day i'm typically drained.. it sucks bc that's when i have the most free time

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : no not at all LMAO, he's v much the opposite of me in every way possible... well. i don't really trust people easily so maybe that?

Tagged by: i seen many do this, i steal

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[celestialsister0918]

Hi, dear Gary friends! Chapter 1 of my Jackson piece is here! If you get a moment to give it some love over AO3 as well, I’d be so grateful!

It will be four chapters total. All are written, but some are still being edited.

This was inspired by Gary’s interview on “Top Gear” where he states that playing Jackson is “a bit like easing yourself into someone else’s dirty bathwater.” This immediately triggered memories of myself singing into a hairbrush to No Doubt’s “Bathwater” back in the day. Yes, I always had some twisted approaches to my fixations.

Here it is! Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for future installments…

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Someone’s Dirty Bathwater

Jackson Lamb x fem!OC

(Slow Horses)

Rated 18+ (future installments NSFW)

Chapter 1

Adelaide Spencer hoists her toolbox and her trademark carpet bag up in her arms, kicking her truck door shut. She gazes up at the dilapidated townhome warily. She examines the lower floor, then makes her way upward to the top. She certainly has her work cut out for her. She’s surprised to find the building empty, save for a bloke with headphones looking at multiple screens. She attempts to say hello, but he’s oblivious to her. She continues winding her way upstairs.

When she arrives at the top of the last stair, she draws in a breath. The head of Slough House is even more overwhelming than she’d been warned. The strangest combination of round but fit, disgusting but handsome, repulsive but charming. She can tell all this just from first glance, the moment he spins in his chair to survey her.

"And who the bloody hell are you?" Lamb glares at her, shifts on his chair, and then promptly lets wind.

Adelaide clears her throat, her tone businesslike. “I’ve been sent over to get the Slough House premises up to code. You’re expected to cooperate with the cleanup and repairs, or else the building is set to be condemned in 30 days.”

Jackson greets this news with a deep chuckle that shakes his rather large belly. "You want me to care about this place? You're going to have to try a lot harder than that."

She sighs sharply, crossing her arms across her front. “Well, do you want to remain employed, or not, Mr. Lamb?”

He stares a hole through her. “You're threatening to take away a job I hate? Do us both a favor and throw me out. You can't possibly understand the hours I spend dreaming about how to get myself fired."

She shifts on the heel of her boot, finally setting down her tools and bags. It appears she may be at this for a while.

“The cleaning and repairs will take place with or without your cooperation,” she informs him. “But if you’d like to see less of me, you may want to help expedite my efforts.”

Jackson snorts. "God, you're persistent. Fine. I'm not going to do a damn thing to assist, but my people... they’re dumb enough to be swayed. I might speak with them for you, if the mood strikes me. But I wouldn’t hold my breath. That face of yours wouldn’t be very pretty if it turned blue.”

Adelaide looks at him, aghast. “Do you not see that gaping hole in the ceiling right above your head? What do you do when it rains?”

He lights a cigarette and briefly disappears into a cloud of smoke. “I get wet. What do you care? Is it against regulations or something?"

“As a matter of fact, it is. ‘Wet’ equals mold, sir. At least when speaking in this context.”

He twists back and forth in his chair like a toddler on bring-your-child-to-work day. "Well, that seems like a problem for you, not me,” he replies.

Adelaide rolls her eyes. “So chronic bronchitis from spore inhalation sounds pleasant to you, does it? Or is it simply unnoticeable for you due to the pre-existing cigarette damage?”

Jackson slaps his lap with a dry laugh. "Witty, are you? And chronic bronchitis sounds more exciting than anything that'll happen in this shithole. You should try smoking yourself. Lightens the mood."

She bristles. “My mood is fine, thank you.”

His eyes narrow at her again. “Doesn't look that way. I can tell by your face."

She squirms briefly but sighs, clearing her expression. “I’m only asking for certain cooperations. Mainly access to the areas I need to tend to, possibly on short notice. And the clearing of personal effects.”

"Personal effects? What, you mean... all this?" Lamb gestures to the mountains of rubbish in various states of decay. "I'm not clearing this. I'd need a wrecking ball to remove this much crap, and you're not letting me near one of those. It might actually make life around here fun. God forbid that.”

“I do have access to wrecking balls, if that’s your preferred way to tackle it,” she replies.

"I'd quite like to see you try to get one of those near this building without demolishing it. Though I doubt anyone would care if you did. Besides, this is my staff's rubbish, and there's no way I'm letting you touch it. That’d be an infringement on our privacy." He looks like he can barely keep a straight face at the insinuation he’d care about that either.

Adelaide begins unpacking the box containing her cleaning supplies, proceeding without consideration of his arguments. “I would think your staff would be glad for their workplace to get a facelift. Might brighten their days. I doubt they get much of a morale boost from their superiors.”

"Morale?” Lamb spits his laugh, sending visible droplets through the air. “This is Slough House. Half this place is so far down the morale hole the balrog's probably seen it."

She busies herself trying to restore a broken window clip, leaning as far as she can over a dusty pile of books to do so. “I’m not quite sure I’ve ever met a man so proud and happy to be so miserable. It is an interesting character study.”

"I'm not miserable. I'm... relaxed,’ he retorts. Out of the corner of her eye, Adelaide sees him pull out a half-empty bottle of scotch and top off his glass.

She turns away from the window, giving up on the daunting task for now. Maybe he’ll pass out and she can concentrate. “Well, at least you drink decent scotch,” she says with a little shrug. She thinks for a moment he might offer her some, but he does no such thing.

Lamb takes a final drag on his cigarette that seems to last for years. "Fine spirits. They’re the one thing that gives this place any sense of class,” he concludes.

Adelaide feels like they are talking in circles and wasting time. She turns to her toolbox again. “I’m going to begin work now, Mr. Lamb. I think I’ll start right here in this office.”

"I would say make yourself at home, but it appears you already did."

She nods. “Indeed.” She removes large, heavy duty bags from her satchel as well as gloves. She begins throwing away rubbish, knickknacks, and anything that doesn’t look like a file or evidence bag. She moves around his office quickly and stops often to bend over or reach up to scrub very old, very stubborn stains.

Jackson stands and shuffles around the office, hands in his pockets as he observes her movements. "It seems only fair to warn you of this, but my desk drawers are full of spiders. You open any one of them and you're gonna get a face fullll."

“I’ve brought spray,” she responds promptly.

He shrugs. "I'd say spray away, but they'll all be back tomorrow. No matter how many you kill."

She continues scrubbing madly, face furrowed. “A metaphor for life’s challenges, yes?” she muses.

He moves a bit closer to where she’s working, propping himself up on a filing cabinet with a mountain of folders on top. "You could say that. Or you could say it's an indication of my unwillingness to do anything significant about this shithole," he adds with a grunt.

“Which is why I’m here,” she reminds him. “Before the borough condemns the place.”

He snickers. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm not jumping for joy at the idea of a clean, bright office. The last thing I need is for this shithole to look less like a shithole."

She dusts off her jeans and stands. “Because you feel it affects your staff’s performance? Their sense of misery? Is that a key motivating factor of yours when supervising them?”

He begins pacing again. "Are you kidding? It's their only redeeming feature. Take that away and they become like the average Service moron, all optimism and efficiency. How depressing would that be?"

She doesn’t respond, only studying him with cool green eyes. “Interesting, very interesting,” she murmurs.

He seems to ruffle a bit at this, like an agitated peacock. "I'm not a social experiment. I just enjoy the misery of others. Is that so wrong?"

She smiles and cocks her head to the side. “Everyone? Is that a blanket statement?”

“Yes, literally every bloody one. I find it a comfort. You've met my staff; can you not understand why that might be?"

She continues to speak coolly. “I understand your dynamic with your staff. Even if I might question it. But I was asking if Jackson Lamb is this sour with everyone in all aspects of life— even outside of Slough House?”

He scoffs. "What part of 'literally everyone' did you not get? I thought I made myself pretty clear.”

She finally looks away with a frown. “Then that is truly very sad, Mr. Lamb. I do hope you take full advantage of MI5’s rich mental health benefit package.”

He shakes his head as if the sight of her sickens him. "Don't patronize me." He downs his next whisky in one gulp. "And if I want to be miserable, that's my business."

“I can’t argue with that. It’s definitely your business,” she agrees. “But as you said, or maybe I misheard you… you’re not miserable. You’re relaxed.”

He doesn’t like being called out. His entire body language is on edge– quite the opposite of relaxed. "And if I want to relax by being miserable, that's also none of your goddamn business,” he growls.

She smirks. “Simply making conversation. Or else this will be a very long 30 days for myself.”

Lamb stares at the woman for a moment. "God, you're annoying. I can see why you got sent here."

Adelaide smiles almost with pride. “Thank you.”

He stares at her in disbelief. "That wasn't a compliment."

She flashes a brilliant smile. “Ah, but it is. It proves I’m getting under your skin. Your quite grubby, quite greasy skin.”

Lamb snarls before refilling his glass. "There'll be no getting under my skin, love. I'm not some naive, horny lad looking to be seduced out of boredom."

Her eyes widen, and she feels a little jump in a rather unsettling region, considering who she’s dealing with.

“Whoa, there, Mr. Lamb. Jumping to conclusions a bit, are we? Since when is telling someone they need a bath seducing them?”

His posture changes to a firm stance, his hands once again in his pockets. "Ah, so now we're playing the 'I'm only trying to help you' game? Don't bullshit a bullshitter, love. I'm an old dog. I know what's going on."

Adelaide removes her gloves and smiles as she reclines against the ledge of an armoire, crossing her arms over her breasts. She can literally smell the dust that covers the rickety piece of furniture behind her.

“Oh yeah?” she challenges him. “Then tell me what’s going on, old dog.”

Lamb is caught off guard by the woman's challenge. He only just consciously realizes he's been staring at her legs since she started working. "I'm not that old, thank you very much," he replies, still not taking his eyes off her. "And in answer to your question... you're flirting with me."

She fights to force the blush out of her cheeks. “You called yourself ‘old dog,’ remember?” she fires back. “Or are you getting a wee bit flustered…? From your whisky, of course.”

"I may be a little bit tipsy, I suppose," he mutters, glancing away and taking another swig of scotch. The woman's attractive; he can't help but think that, and he wonders when she's going to quit her act so they can get down to it.

“A bit tipsy?” she scoffs, still smiling at him. “You know, if you went into that washroom right there and took a proper bath, I’d have this office unrecognizable by the time you were done. Now whether that speaks to my talent or your state of hygienic distress, I’m not sure.”

"This is as clean as I get,” he replies. “You have to be able to smell the sweat out of a spy, don't you? It's how you gauge how well we've been doing our job. It's all in the subtle fragrances.” He stands up with a shuffle and moves towards her, almost unconsciously. His body drifts as close as it dares, as his mind struggles to catch up with his body's sudden impulse.

“How many subtle fragrances comprise ‘eau de Lamb?’” Adelaide muses, fingering an earring. “Have you ever taken a gander?”

"I'm a man. That means I've never smelled my own armpit for a courtesy check, so I'll be the last to know what I smell like. And that's how it should be. A man should never be the first to notice pointless details like if his breath reeks or a woman's bra strap is showing. Not if he wants to maintain his manhood."

She marvels at his drunken incoherence. He’s a spy, of course he notices every detail. Amused, she jumps in a pretend startle. “Oh! Is my bra strap showing?”

Lamb looks away, swallowing in embarrassment. "Well... no. I mean... no. Not that I was looking. I mean..." She's beautiful. He's lost the power of rational speech just from looking at her. And he hates it. His brain hums like he’s been fucking hypnotized.

She tucks her long curls behind her just to check. She wears a long-sleeved blue shirt with a v-neck, and sure enough, the tiniest bit of her black bra strap peeks through. “Oops. I guess it was.”

"You want me to fix it for you?” Lamb quips with a smirk, but he’s only half kidding.

She blinks. How in the world did they get from his biting, bitter insults to this?

“I think I’m quite capable. This time,” she adds with a grin.

"I know you're quite capable. I just..." He's trying to think of a witty reply when suddenly he realizes what he's doing. He's letting himself be seduced by some young-gun upstart. He'd sworn long ago he wouldn’t be tempted by feminine wiles, and yet she’s got him speechless with one flash of an upturned bra-strap. He's got to regain his position somehow, find something rude to say that will restore his upper-hand.

Before he can come up with anything, Adelaide hops off her perch. “I think that will be quite enough cleaning for today. I’ll be back tomorrow. 8:00 a.m. sharp. I trust you’ll be freshly showered and on time?”

"Oh I'll be here." He smirks at the ridiculous thought of washing away the scent of his machismo with a morning shower. Then he smiles to himself a little. This girl is playing a game of cat and mouse with him. And she's good. What a sexy young thing like her is doing playing such a game with him is another question indeed— one he’ll keep in the back of his mind.

“Perfect,” she declares. “I’ll see you in the morning then. Have a pleasant evening.” She hoists the giant bag of rubbish over her petite shoulders to take it out. It’s nearly as tall as she is.

She's carrying it like it's nothing. For Lamb, it would take all his strength to lift. That petite, feisty thing is stronger than he is. The thought fills him with an intriguing arousal.

The young girl’s gone before he can even respond with a haughty goodbye.

After she leaves the room, Lamb is left staring after her. His whisky-hazed mind is full of her body. A vision of the young woman's toned, curvy legs— not overly long, but shapely. The slope of her hips. The curve of her waist. All the things he'd like to do to her. But he doesn't admit to this. He's a cold, hard bastard. Stone faced. Unflinching. The only thing on Jackson Lamb's mind at the moment is... he needs a cigarette.

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[themuse-if]

How would the ROs react to a MC that been focusing on their major up to the point they been forgetting to take care of themselves?

This is a really good scenario! Very likely you'll see something like this in the IF. Ok so I'm gonna set this in the crush stage.

For context only the other freshmen and Silas (the RA) live on the same hall as the MC, so that's: Maxine, Roxanne/Robbie, Joleen/Johnny, Delphine/Desmond, Everly/Everett, Rina/Ren, and Silas of course.

Roxanne/Robbie: *knocks on MC's dorm, comes in and immediately starts pulling out MC's clothes* Oh yeah sorry. I was just looking for your fit for tonight. Of course we're going out. Wait...ARE YOU STUDYING!? nope. NOPE! Put. The. Book. Down. Looks like it's time for an intervention. So here it goes. Me you and the rest of the gang are going out. We're gonna listen to some good music and dance and rage and just have a fantastic night. I know for a fact that your grades are fine, no better than fine. A few nights of letting loose aren't gonna ruin that. So, get your ass up and put this on, then meet me in the common area in 15. *struts out*

Joleen/Johnny: *finds MC in the library* Hey MC. *smile* I haven't seen you around outside of here and classes. You look a little meh, still super cute, but just kinda down you know. When was the last time you got some fresh air? Mmm that long? *reaches over and grabs your hand* Do you want to go for a walk in the park with me? We can just walk around and find some open space to lay out and listen to some tunes. You're down? Ok lets head out. Maybe we should grab some snacks too. *rubs their stomach* I got hungry while looking for you. *sighs*

Delphine/Desmond: *cooking up a storm in the common room kitchen* *MC is drawn out by the intoxicating smell* Oh look who's here. *smirks* Yeah I'm making (MC's favorite food). Yeah I know. So what if you only told me once, I pay attention. *grins* Yeah everyone will probably be following the scent out here pretty soon. I noticed that you've been keeping to yourself a lot lately, so I wanted to try and incorporate you back into a normal social routine. No need to thank me. Just make sure to take time for yourself and your friends. We kind of like you. *chuckles*

Rina/Ren: *texts MC, hey could you come out to the common room* I Made some stuff for poke bowls but it's too much for me to eat alone. Do you want some? Yeah? Cool. *subtle smile* So how's it going? I haven't seen you around lately. Oh I see you've just been studying. Anything else? And going to your part time job. Well what about self care? You don't have time? Of course you do. You just need to get your schedule in proper order. You have classes, work studying, and club activities, just take a moment to look and see where there are gaps. Don't take up all of your free time with 6 hours of studying. Set aside some time each day for to rest, and when you have extra time try to do things you enjoy. *laughs to themself* Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a self help book. We'll this was a good talk. Maybe we could hang out when you've got some extra free time.

Everly/Everett: *sees MC in the common room* Oh hey! Where are you heading? Oh back to your room to study. On a Friday night? Actually no. What do you mean, what do I mean? All I'm saying is that its Friday night and we are in the prime of our youth. You can't spend every spare second studying! There's this party later, you should come...with me... You're in ok cool. Meet me in the common room around 11. Yes P.M. *rolls there eyes and chuckles* Alright see you later.

Karla: *lightly taps on MC's door* So...I think we should have a chat. I know that your freshman year can be a bit overwhelming, it can be hard to organize your priorities. I just wanted to say that you shouldn't stretch yourself to thin. If you only focus on your studies then you're just gonna burn out super quick. And since your studying on a Saturday *gives you a pointed look of concern* I'd say you're in pretty deep. So cancel whatever you have planned for tomorrow *under their breath, "not much I assume"* We are going out for brunch and then we're gonna explore. Ok, I'll text you the details later.

Faye: *texts MC: Hey! meet me outside of your building. I've got a surprise! 🤗* Hey! *gives MC a big hug, pulls back and lifts up picnic basket* Look what I have! You've been holed up in your room or at the library, and it's feel like I haven't seen you outside in forever. So I took it upon my self to prepare a super special picnic just for you. *locks arms with MC* Let's get going! I want to show you one of my favorite spots while it's still light out!

Sebastien: *knocks on door* Hello! It's me, Sebastien! Can I com in! *opens door* I come with food! *sets down your new favorite Chinese takeout* Oh you look busy. Maybe you could take a quick break. We could have dinner and watch a show. Remember you said you would show me your favorite shows? Ok, you will, oh thank god. *relieved sigh* I don't know what I would have done with all this food if you said no. *starts laying everything out* Ok you go ahead and pick a show I'll set up the food.

Maxine: *storms into MC's room and snatches their book away* Ok, let's go. Me, you, and some extra buttery popcorn are gonna see (insert title movie here) then we're going to stuff our faces, and then we're gonna lounge around the dorm with some face masks on. You've been doing nothing but studying and now its time for some fun! I miss you! It's no fun having a bookish zombie for a best friend. Grades are important but you don't have to overwork yourself.

Silas: *knocks on MC's door, opens door and stays in doorway* Hey MC, I just wanted to check in. I haven't seen you at any hall events lately. I see your hitting the books pretty hard. *points to the ominous stack of books* When was the last time you went out with some friends? Wow. That long? Ok not to sound like your RA or anything *laughs at his own dry joke* but you need to get out more, actually enjoy your collegiate experience. We're having a game night later, I hope to see you there. *sends a cheeky grin MC's way*

#interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #if: themuse #themuse if #extras

[prideofcelestia]

❝ stargazing with leviathan leads to a kiss under the stars ❞

« gender neutral reader »

« scenario »

« pairing - leviathan x reader »

Levi wasn't sure how you had managed to get him outside of his room but he didn't mind gazing at the stars with you. There was a faint breeze that night, which made Levi shiver but when you showed concern for him, he felt confident about braving the storm.

“Ugghh no, [Name], i-it’s okay! I-I am just not used to getting attacked by wind irl like normies.”

The soft grass was comfortable for him to fall asleep on but your voice kept him in this world of broken dreams and rejection. A weary sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. The moon was far too bright for a gloomy soul like him. A yucky otaku should have stayed in the confines of his room, in the comfort of Ruri-chan and definitely not beside his crush! At least, in his dreams, he could be with you in ways that would never be real.

The reverie was interrupted when you fidgeted uncomfortably and started a conversation.

“What are you thinking about, Levi?”

His eyes widened as he searched for the right answer. Was there ever one?! The power of anime and games had not prepared him for that moment! He would rather search for an answer on his own terms than say something stupid without thinking in your presence. Ugh, it was so difficult to spend time with your crush! Levi hated it just as ardently as he loved it.

The sudden appearance of creases on his forehead made you frown. Turning to your side to face him, you placed one hand on top of the other and put your head on them before saying softly:

“Hey, are you okay? I know I kind of forced you to come outside but we can leave if you are uncomfortable.”

That was unexpected! He knew that he wasn’t the best demon for small talk but he still enjoyed spending some quiet time with you. Actually, silence didn’t have to be the norm between him and his Henry. He enjoyed listening to you talk… You made sense when you spoke unlike most.

That was a compliment. 

He realised with a pang that if he wanted to get together with you, he would need to put in effort. Come on, Levi! The scene was set — there was moonlight and the stars overhead. You two were alone in the night with no chances of interruption by NPCs! Even a master romcom writer couldn’t have done better! Ruri-chan was blessing him, for sure, so he must take advantage fast and make his fictional crushes proud!

Instantly bolting upright, he looked at you but averted his gaze quickly when your eyes met his. Biting the insides of his cheeks, his fingers fiddled with his clothes self-consciously as he said, "No! I-I mean no, I am not uncomfortable! I-I don't m-mind being with you."

Heart fluttering at his words, you forgot yourself for a moment as you sat up too and put your hand over his before saying cheerfully: 

"I feel the same way! I absolutely love spending time with you."

His cheeks turned a fine shade of pink as he quickly glanced at your intertwined hands and spoke as if in a trance: 

"L-Love?"

His tone had been wistful and anxious so you weren’t sure how to proceed further. It was better to play it safe when it came to Levi.

Pulling your hand back as smoothly as you could, you tried to get some imaginary grass off before you said without meeting his eyes: 

"Oh... I'm sorry I thought you felt the same. Forget I said that…"

In his haste to offer assurance, he closed the gap between the two of you without thinking. "No! The truth is, I love you…"

He bit his lip when he realised he had said the wrong thing. He had meant, "I love spending time with you too."

Ho-How… HOW… How did he mess that up?!

He needed to calm down before clarifying the mistake. It wasn’t exactly a lie but that sounded really out of context! Also, what kind of normie confessed in response to you being overwhelmed?! If this was a battle — which was exactly how it felt, not to mention an extremely exhausting one — he was on the losing side and nobody knew who the winning party was. 

None of the games he had played could have prepared him for this. Wait. Why was he thinking of otome games? You two were only friends, weren't you? Weren’t you?! Well, some couples did start off as friends… Would you two even stay close after… this?!

The situation was becoming more complicated with every passing second and Levi wasn’t even acting on his instincts yet! If he opened his mouth, it would be game over, for sure! What route did he have left?!

His face was so close that you could only stare into his eyes. It was a rare treat so you were determined to make the most of the situation. Who knew if you would ever get such an opportunity again?

"Do you… Do you mean it, Levi?"

You were so over the moon that you didn't stop to think about your actions. Lacing his fingers with yours — a little more enthusiastically this time — you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears.

"I've held back for so long. You have no idea. I swear on the stars above us, I love you. I've loved you quietly all this time. I love you so much."

His breathing hitched as he froze in place. Love? Love as a friend right?? Well… No, that didn’t add up. Then, why did you look emotional all of a sudden?! Uweaaaah, it looked like a scene straight out of a romance manga! His heart was about to burst because of your cute expression. He needed a place to hide right that instant!

A part of his love-addled brain couldn't process that it was a love confession even though the rational part suspected your ailment to be infatuation. With who, though? Well… given how you were looking at him with those charmed eyes, was it safe to believe that he was the object of your affection? Who was he even asking all these questions too? Nevermind… Wait, you had said something important.

…

Did you just say you felt the same?

The best part was that you two were still close enough to kiss and fortunately, it finally crossed your mind.

Clearing your throat, you said, "Uhh.. you look like you want a kiss."

It was just a matter of time before you felt heat rush to your cheeks. How in the world was Levi so close to you for so long without malfunctioning? The guy seemed too out of it to move! Why was his face suspended in the air?! According to your research and experience, he should have flung himself on the grass as a rush of apologies escaped his lips. Oh, but no! Goddamnit, he was too beautiful for you not to keep staring at him. His lips held your attention for longest.

Blinking to erase his image for a few moments, you braced yourself before whispering against his lips, "Do you want to kiss, Levi?"

Levi would never know what came over him at that moment but he mumbled a confident, "Yes. T-T-That would be nice."

He wasn’t forced. He just forgot to be nervous. Plus, his brain had time to understand that if you agreed to spend time with him in such a romantic setting, your heart couldn’t be indifferent to him.

Right?! Please prove him right, sempai!

Maybe it was a dream and you were an angel who was trying to lure the demon but at that moment, you were his angel so he felt ready to walk right into the trap. Which was ironic considering that he was a war strategist and a master gamer who always won to satiate his pride. But for you, he'd lose. Every single time.

So, why deprive himself of his share of happiness? How long should he live believing that he didn’t deserve the best when you chose him?

Even Leviathan, Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, Commander of Lotan, wasn’t impervious to the Fate’s wiles of getting two lovers together.

So, you two kissed under the stars. They seemed to twinkle brighter when your lips brushed against each other. His lips trembled ever so slightly but you knew that it wasn’t because of the chilly atmosphere. Cupping his face, you took the initiative. The kiss felt like everything you could have ever dreamt of — gentle adoration and a welcome respite to prolonged yearning.

As he kissed you, he was hit by a realisation. 

How had Levi forgotten that this was also a world of love and reciprocation?

A world full of possibilities.

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[bluegekk0]

I’m kinda late, but What’s FPK’s opinion on halloween?

i think if hallownest has its own halloween equivalent, then the traditions wouldn't be the same. but assuming they are, or just for the purpose of this ask:

he would enjoy the festivity of it, the opportunity to spend some quality time with his family. carving out pumpkins, decorating the house, maybe helping with the costumes? the last one would be quite interesting, i'm sure he could cook up some cool mechanical parts for a halloween costume for hornet, since i think hers would be the most elaborate (considering her sewing skills)

i imagine he'd be a bit more mixed on trick-or-treat'ing. not that he would dislike the concept itself, again, it's a fun activity that would brighten up his day if he did it with his family. but he doesn't like being disturbed, and he would hate if someone knocked at the door while he's distressed, which unfortunately happens quite often (especially if there's a lot going on which can overwhelm it pretty fast). but otherwise, i think he would be fine with it. though i'm not sure how many candies to give to the kids he would have left... he does love his snacks after all

this one is reaching more into a modern scenario territory, but he wouldn't be a fan of watching scary movies. he doesn't take well to being scared, and he tends to get very immersed in whatever he's experiencing, be it a movie, a video game. jumpscares really get to him, as does distressing content, especially if it's a more psychological horror type experience. i think it's easy to guess why he wouldn't be a fan of that. he probably wouldn't mind gore as much, i mean, he's kind of used to seeing that with the way he eats whatever he hunts. well, unless it was in a deeply traumatizing context, that's very different, but it's to be expected

also, i don't think he'd react well to scary costumes. like, the kind with blood splatters all over, or those meant to look very gross. if it was anyone in his family wearing a costume like that, his first instinct would be to worry. "why is there blood on their face and clothes, did something happen, are they okay?" kind of stuff. of course he'd figure out it's not real, but not after stressing out over it for longer than most people

he's kind of a wuss the more i think about it. but i love him for it haha

#ask stuff #feral pk au #modern fpk au

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, how do you think the other supporting characters' (who have pony counterparts that is) outfits on Equestria Girls were with Celestia, Luna, the CMC, Cadance, Trixie, Starlight Glimmer, Big Mac, Lyra, Bon Bon, DJ Pon 3, Maud Pie, Zephyr Breeze, Cranky Doodle, Snips, Snails, Shining Armor, Photo Finish, Bulk Biceps, Granny Smith, Miss Cheerilee, Octavia Melody, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Derpy?

Okay let's go down the line!

Celestia - I like this! It fits her tbh. I do laugh a little at how they tried to make the crown in her hair by giving her these little cowlicks.

Luna - I'm like 90% fine with Luna's outfit but I just. Why??? Why did they change her skin tone?? She's so light!! What happened??? Like I know some characters got a touch lighter compared to the pony's coats, but Luna's one of the ones who got it the worst

CMC - putting them together because honestly I like all their default outfits. I think maybe Applebloom's is a touch plain, but if that's my biggest criticism...

Cadence - Hers is.... alright. Like it looks good on her, but it's also a work uniform designed to match-but-stand-out from the Crystal Prep looks, so we don't see as much of Cadence herself in the design. I'm not sure what I'd put her in for something more casual.

Trixie - She is perfect 10/10. I love her main outfit, but I also 100% ADORE her look in Rainbow Rocks.

Starlight - I don't like this look. Don't get me wrong, it's a great outfit! Just not for Starlight. Like she's an ex-cult leader learning how to actually make friends why does she look like she's about to chill at a skatepark?

Big Mac - Almost perfect but why??? With the skintone again???? Like some people argue that they changed it to avoid a racism thing because 'red sk*n' is a slur against Native Americans but that's a stretch and doesn't make sense for many reasons.

Lyra - I do not like this one. The pink is a bit too clashing for a main color(I'd allow it for an accent/accessory but not the main shirt and boots) and wtf are those shorts?

Bon Bon - This one's cute! The white might be a touch too overwhelming, but it's still cute!

DJ Pon-3 - Perfection! I love her!

Maud - tbh they literally just took her pony counterpart's dress and it 100% vibes with her. Perfect no notes.

Zephyr - he looks absolutely awful but in a good way because it fits his character's vibes oh my GOD he's a loser. Like if you showed me him with no context, ofc my first guess would be 'couch-surfing stoner who eventually became a hairdresser'.

Cranky - his actual /face/ looks so weird because they're trying hard to bring in the donkey look, but his clothing choices match him well.

Snips - very generic but he looks like a typical kid of that age

Snails - a bit more personality compared to Snips, making him a touch more awkward, but still quite generic.

Shining Armor - no. Just. Idk. I feel like Cadence probably dressed him so he'd look nice for that meeting with Principal Cinch but she did it by raiding his dad's closet. I don't think he'd look too messy ofc, considering the Pony is a Guard Captain the Human is probably military or police, but what they gave him doesn't quite work and it shouldn't be something he wears casually.

Photo Finish - Like Maud, they just took her Pony Counterpart's dress and put it on a Human. So it 100% works and is designed to vibe with her.

Bulk - Absolutely on brand

Granny Smith - Her design itself is a bit off to me because her pony self is very thin but her human self is fat? It's weird. But the outfit itself is nice. Very 'granny' vibes.

Cheerilee - The design itself is weird because it's another one where they fucked with the colors, this time switching her hair and skintone? But the outfit is very cute and good to convey 'teacher' vibes. I think my biggest complaint (other than the color switch) is that there's not much to differentiate her as being a teacher instead of another student. (then again.... considering Big Mac is apparently still a student, maybe she is too?)

Octavia - See here's a character where 'nerd prep' works! Great design!

Diamond Tiara - yellow is not the right color for her. It's. It doesn't look right. It's too much. I like the outfit otherwise, just switch the yellow for maybe a blue or purple.

Silver Spoon - absolutely adorable no notes!

Derpy - Adorable. The colors seem a touch off, but it kinda vibes with her personality. Unfortunately she commits the penultimate sin of socks and sandals.

[bunny175]

A/N: Okay so here’s the third extract from the newest chapter of gentle hands! Featuring a desperately horny Sirius black, a sweet, virginial James potter, and a gentle but stern(ish) Dom Remus.

Summary: just a snippet of Sirius, James and Remus’ first time doing anything sexual together. To give it some context, James walks in on Dom Remus punishing sub Sirius and is invited to join ;) Enjoy!!

Link to full chapter: (it’s a lot longer and provides a lot more context and smut!! ;))))) <33

"Enjoying yourself?" Remus asks teasingly, smirking at the sight of James bucking into his slick grip.

"O-oh." The sub gasps, attempting to catch himself as his hips chase Remus' feather light touch. "Sorry. Sorry I-"

"Don't be sorry, Jamie. I'm just teasing. This is about you, sweetheart, you can cum whenever you want."

Sirius whines softly behind James.

"Shh, Siri. You're okay." Remus adds, acknowledging the sub but refusing to give him the same permission.

James' hips stutter again.

"There you go." Remus coos, this time letting his hand wrap entirely around James' length.

"O-Oh fuck-" James whines his hips thrusting upwards, unapologetic now what he's got permission. "Oh- oh fuck-"

"So pretty." Remus breathes, almost in awe, and then he's leaning down, sucking the head of James' cock into his mouth as he continues to jerk it with his hand.

He tries not to find it amusing, just how quickly the inexperienced sub comes apart beneath him. It’s sweet, sweet and so familiar of the first time Remus and Sirius spent together; neither of them able to control themselves in their naïve desperation.

Sirius, on the other hand, looks entirely overwhelmed. As though the whole experience is too much, the inability to cum whilst watching his deepest fantasy play out in front of him entirely too much to handle.

"Fuck- I- Oh Merlin- Rem- I can't-" James cuts himself off with a high pitched whine, thrusting into the wet warmth of Remus' mouth once, twice more, before he's coming down the Dom's throat.

Remus works him through it, continuing to suckle at the head as his hand moves up and down, milking the last of James' orgasm from him.

James collapses the second Sirius let's him go, rolling away so that he's laying on his back, his chest rising and falling in choppy gasps as he fights to get his breath back.

"Please sir." He hears after a moment; the sound managing to break through the ringing in his ears. He knows that Sirius must be desperate by now and that if he was in Sirius' position, he would've cum hours ago.

“Please Sir. Please. I-I- It's too much- I- I wanna-"

"Shh. I didn't ask what you wanted, did I, baby?"

James cracks open an eye to see that Remus has moved and is now sitting beside Sirius, his large hand cupping the subs cheek even as he admonishes him.

Sirius starts to cry.

"Oh baby." Remus coos, all false sympathy. "Look at you. All worked up."

"Remus. Remus don't you think- I mean- he's crying. You have to do something-" James croaks, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can better observe the desperate sub.

"He's okay. He knows the rules. He's fine, a bit overstimulated, but he'll survive."

"I cant-" Sirius sobs, his hips making short, aborted thrusts even when there's no pleasure to chase. "I can't- I can't- I really-"

Remus looks at him thoughtfully for all of a second before taking pity on him.

"You have two options, okay baby?" He says, keeping his eyes trained on Sirius as the teary eyed sub stares up at him. "Either you wait until your punishment is officially over, and have your choice of exactly what we do, or you can get yourself off now-"

"Sir please-" Sirius sobs, his chest heaving. He's so desperate. So, so desperate. But there's something about the thought of making himself cum, without his Dom, that puts a stone in the bottom of his stomach. "Please- please-"

"Shh. You didn't let me finish." Remus continues, his tone slightly scolding. "Or, you can get yourself off against Jamie."

"O-oh." It's Sirius' turn to stutter now. The thought of rubbing himself off all of a sudden completely and utterly tempting. "I- James?"

"Yeah- yeah Pads. Course." James says, glancing at Sirius shyly, trying his best to conceal the sudden lust that's sending tingles straight to his oversensitive groin.

Remus smiles softly at their interaction, helping Sirius move so that he's lying on his side, James' muscular thigh slotted between his legs.

"Oh." The sub whimpers, the second his dick rubs against James' smooth thigh. "Oh- fuck-" he whines hips jerking.

"Go slow, okay baby? I still want you to wait for permission."

"Yes- yes sir." Sirius whimpers, his hips moving of their own accord; stuttering helplessly.

Remus meets James' eye, smiling at the boys' out of it look. He hasn't reached subspace. But Remus hadn't expected him too. It's all too new, the scene not quite intense enough. But Remus is sure that if James is this pretty now, he'll be breathtaking when he's under.

"You can touch him, you know?" Remus says, hiding his laugh as James moves automatically, sliding his hand into Sirius' hair as he holds the sub against him.

Sirius sobs softly.

"Fuck, Siri." James says, so soft that his words are almost lost in the sounds Sirius is making. "Look at you."

The words are enough to push Sirius over the edge, but Remus is fast, and before the sub can fall, the Dom is pulling his hips back and away from that sweet stimulation.

"Please." Sirius says; starting to cry in earnest. "Please, please, please-"

"Ten more seconds, okay? Ten more and then you can cum. But you need to wait for permission. Or the week starts over."

Sirius is crying so hard he's beginning to shake but does as he's told; waiting for a second to get himself under control before pressing himself against James, choking on a moan.

Remus doesn't comment on the way Sirius is barely thrusting anymore, too close to the edge to do more than twitch. He's panting and gasping, his face buried in the base of James' throat as he whimpers and jerks.

"Please- please- please-" He begs, after only seven seconds, too far gone to do anything else.

Remus waits. And waits. And waits.

"Okay baby."

Sirius sobs, his hips thrusting forwards as he spills across James' leg, his hands scratching desperately at James' muscular chest.

James looks as though he's seen something holy. His eyes fixated on Sirius as the boy comes apart against him.

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[spanishskulduggery]

hello. i am learning spanish on my own, very new beginner, like three weeks old. i am just now getting into verbs and conjugation and this may sound silly but it's so overwhelming, especially irregular verbs. i look at these big boxes in my grammar book for all the forms of a singular verb and it seems really daunting to learn that for potentially hundreds of verbs. any advice on how to go about learning verbs? should i go one word at a time?

sorry if this is dumb. im hoping im not the first to feel this way haha

Everyone feels like this

Honestly the feeling doesn't go away until you start learning the imperfect subjunctive and conditional

And even then I come across random verbs that have irregular forms and just sigh

Quite honestly if you're a beginner, and especially on your own, I would focus on the most essential verbs first and particularly the most irregular verbs

These are probably the most essential verbs for you as a beginner

I'm going to be honest with you, the roughest tenses to learn are present tense, preterite, and probably subjunctive mood.

I wouldn't say it's helpful to learn one verb at a time, more like one tense at a time, and present tense is the beginning. Once you learn the basic rules for regular verbs in a tense, you can conjugate about 80% of all verbs.

It's the irregular verbs you need to really be aware of, because THE most irregular ones are the most useful. The verbs you should probably be aware of because they tend to be irregular in almost every tense:

ser

ir

ver

dar

estar

tener

poder

poner

venir

haber

decir

querer

hacer

saber

In particular ser, ir, ver, and dar are possibly the most irregular

And then you have ones that are sometimes irregular that you should probably be aware of... a few of these are just more common ones with odd spelling changes:

salir

valer

dormir

morir

traer

conocer

oír

caber

(Also unfortunately there are stem-changing verbs too which are a bit irregular but only based on spelling while the actual irregular verbs seem to come out of nowhere.)

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My advice is to focus on the present tense and work your way up from there. You're going to find a bunch of irregular verbs, a bunch of stem-changing verbs, and just general weirdness

But it's not really helpful to be trying to learn the whole conjugation chart before you start using the tenses otherwise you don't understand the context of what you're seeing

If you come across a verb in a different tense or whose conjugation you don't recognize, it's fine to look it up and see what tense it's supposed to be - like if you see haré you'll see it's future yo of hacer so it's "I will do" or "I will make", but it's not going to overload you the way trying to look at hacer in a complete conjugation chart would

In school, I didn't learn the imperfect subjunctive until Spanish 3, and didn't really understand it until Spanish 4

#asks #Spanish #langblr #verbos #vocabulario #long post #language #languages #learning Spanish

[quietbluejay]

Ahriman: Exile Reread 1

So, I decided not to include my thoughts on the samples I read in between Buried Dagger and this the TLDR: Betrayer: I'm definitely intrigued but it felt like it was being unfair to Magnus :/ Angel Exterminatus: McNeill has really upped his game! The Path of Heaven: slaps roof of warhammer this franchise can fit so much chronic pain into it The Crimson King: this is what got me interested in Lucius originally

And now, the main event: Ahriman: Exile was the second ever WH40k book I ever read (first being Know No Fear), and it was basically the make or break between me staying and me leaving.

story begins with a space wolf pov and man i gotta read a space wolf book at some point, i found out there's a book where a space wolf and a thousand son end up sharing a body and then apparently they become besties so like this is a book written just for me future bluejay note: i read the sample at a later point and the book is on the list now

this guy however in the ahriman novels was as i recall my introduction to warhammer cannibalism And at this point I feel like I should maybe put a content warning. Cannibalism mentions ahead, if you've read the book it's fine, I'm not screenshotting those bits and I'm being even less descriptive

haakon (the pov guy) undergoes an experience that sounds a LOT like he has the butchers nails haakon dude r u ok

you know if i had a nickel every time in this book a dude got stripped and hung from a wall in chains and scribbled on with ink pens by one specific sorcerer i'd have two nickels which is not a lot but man, amon, you need better hobbies note from future bluejay: I misremembered oh i also forgot this bit

im sixteen pages in and we are on our SECOND cannibalism this is really gross i shouldn't have read this right after eating i was going to describe a bit and thought better of it even behind spoiler rip haakon you were alive only for the prologue chapter though wait i feel like he showed up again in a later book??? maybe it was a different gross space wolf

carmenta my beloved blorbo no, self, you have enough cosplays planned her child, for context, is the spaceship she's a rogue techpriest and she's connected to the ship

and here he is the specialest boy the sad wet beast of an evil sorcerer, the platonic ideal of a poor little meow meow

ahriman is uh, not doing very well how the mighty have fallen literally kneeling for an unsanitary blood covered dude who collects evil sorcerers like jewels

viva la vida plays in the background this is, to be honest, an uncomfortable scene, but it really works for setting the mood of the book

meanwhile ahriman is just sitting there like "his main sorcerer is going to betray him i could probably do something but what is the point of doing anything i don't know if all my powers still even work" "it was as if a portion of his soul had shrunken to a wasted shell" and meanwhile gzrel is calling him "a whipped dog among wolves" rip wolf reference ahriman doesn't actually react to that at all khayon would but ahriman basically attempts to repress all his trauma and Does Not Think about it he does that about a lot of things so yay ahriman got chosen to lead the attack on the Titan Child, he's being set up to die ahriman: ok and now over to astraeos who is also blorbo there's a lot of great characters in these books

ok so he's part of the remains of a renegade space marine chapter imperium turned on them without saying why we don't find out about this til a lot later and we find out why waaaay later and it's normally a plot i hate but it was kind of okay here because it fits the story thematically somehow he became the leader of what remains but he has no clue what to say also they're guarding carmenta

Gee I wonder why your powers don’t work any more Do I really need to know about the bloody mucus, French?

the overwhelming message im getting from this is "chaos space marines are gross and unsanitary"

ok i don't remember this either something possessed the dude next to ahriman and now there's frost everywhere it's speaking to ahriman and also everyone else is frosen in time "i am your fate come round at last" spooky note from future bluejay: arc words! arc words!

carmenta: ah my death is here i will be free at last but oops astraeos rescued her ahhh okay so she found him and his brothers floating lost in space and she rescued them and thats why they swore to protect her

ahriman 🤝 carmenta hearing ominous voices behind their thoughts ahriman 🤝 carmenta "you know what just let me die here"

oops ahriman's repression failed traumatic flashbacks to his brother's death time oh yikes rip astraeos he's a prisoner and they took one of his eyes and he's being hung from the ceiling with HOOKS IN HIS SKIN euerrrrgh rusty hooks man french is really going out of his way to emphasize the whats the right term the physical elements and the horrible reality of what it would be like, it's very visceral but also lmao trying to earn the mature rating for the book as if it didn't with the cannibalism

i don't think it's overshooting the horror im just trying to make a joke to lighten my mood because this book gets dark i actually had to take breaks when i was reading it originally because I was in a pretty bad mental place at the time oh yeah ding we have a third character held prisoner naked and hanging from the ceiling though tbh astraeos' situation is worse than haakon's or than future ahrimans will be note from future bluejay: you misremembered, there are 3 times characters are imprisoned and vulnerable and hanging from the ceiling but in only two cases were they naked and cannibalized, no one ate ahriman and he got to keep his tunic. To be fair to past bluejay, it is a weird thing to pop up multiple times in the first place

both of them they were both betrayed by the imperium that created them and outcast by it

astraeos is unsettling ahriman oh this is why he adopts astraeos isn't it

it's because he reminds him of himself and then he shapes astraeos into himself including his own mistakes…. third cannibalism at least it happened offscreen ahriman feel supernatural fear French does a good job at conveying the creeping feeling of something wrong at your back ;-; ahriman kept all the physical things he could from his time in the TS

forget bad mental health day ahriman is having a bad mental health millenium

I can't help but hear this as a riff on the "we should improve society somewhat" meme

so i am STILL not sure if it's the voice of something else in his head or not maybe this time when i finish the trilogy i will have clarity the end got really confusing

oh hey time for him to meet carmenta

and then he warns her to be careful oh gross not the human tallow candles again this was I think my first encounter with them, but sadly not my last of course they didn't do a good job rendering you think these guys know how to properly render anything it explicitly smells like meat

the visitors are thousand sons ahriman basically has a panic attack

oh ahriman is happy :D visitor is someone he knows and actually liked him

ahriman: i'm not alone :D :D :D meanwhile he keeps having visions oops "the vision slipped into his mind like a razor" i love french's similes tolbek threatens gzrel a bit and then ahriman and him talk via telepathy tolbek: you must come with me ahriman: sorry no tolbek surprise attacks it's super effective

annnnd ahriman awakens his power again

after centuries of depression, local man finally feels something and it's joy that he's going to kill someone he knew rip and then ahriman turns into a killing machine rip everyone in the room you're all dead also things get trippy with visions

oh, honey sometimes, having hope is bad because this is wh40k

but this is where it starts he's at his lowest point but he's going to start to climb oh welp he didn't kill one dude just broke his mind

ahriman: i almost feel bad for him then he remembers that this is the guy that ate astraeos' eye and tortured him ahriman: nvm and then for some reason (vision he had) he doesn't kill Maroth seriously at this point i have to think it was something making him not do it the first thing ahriman does is go to free astraeos

the thing he does not want to do is he frees astraeos anyways so now astraeos feels obligated because his honour and obligation are all he has left time for carmenta to be a badass

elmo emoji

anyways the prose is definitely holding up the weird stuff feels weirder, somehow

thinking about how fast ahriman gets attached to carmenta and astraeos but doesn't really admit it to himself which is a repeating pattern in his life thought I had last night: he has the wisdom and critical thinking skills that God gave a slug

let me amend it, that's mean to slugs ahriman does not have the wisdom and sense that God gave a slug i had some thoughts about ahriman and astraeos and some of the themes of this book but they aren't entirely coherent but basically about ahriman being at his kindest when he's at his lowest point mentally and physically and also tbh at his wisest and as he gets in better shape he loses that to his all consuming focus

ahriman is basically the manifestation of that diane di prima poem all he has is a collection of means

#bluejay reads warhammer #warhammer 40k #the real question is who between ahriman and mortarion has the lower WIS stat