#interesting choice for a best race 👀

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❤️‍🔥 asteroid valentine through the houses ❤️‍🔥

Asteroid Valentine (447) isn't just another mundane space rock orbiting the Sun 🌞; it was discovered on October 27, 1899, by the eagle-eyed French astronomer Auguste Charlois 👀🇫🇷. Standing out from the crowd of generic asteroids adrift in the cosmic expanse, this one boasts some serious pizzazz, seemingly nodding to Saint Valentine himself—the icon of all things mushy and romantic 💘, immortalized by legends and the gooey celebrations of Valentine's Day. Bearing the name Valentine, it's no shocker this asteroid has turned into the cosmic hotspot 🔥 for unraveling the enigmas of pulse racing obsession. It's like the universe's own twisted cupid 🏹💖, laying bare the types of swooners you magnetize and their lovestruck shenanigans when they're utterly smitten with you.

❤️‍🔥 1st House: In the 1st house, you attract the “Shadow Follower”. This individual is mesmerized by your very presence and seems to be wherever you are, blending into the background but always watching. They admire everything about you, from the way you walk to the way you talk, often mimicking your style or interests in an attempt to close the gap between you. Be aware you may attract narcissists.

❤️‍🔥 2nd House: When Valentine graces your 2nd house, it brings the “Lavish Obsessor” into your life. This person showers you with gifts and material symbols of affection, believing that the key to your heart is through extravagant displays of wealth. Their obsession lies in owning the best, and that includes their relationship with you. They see you as a prize to be won, a luxury to be possessed. You are the ultimate trophy.

❤️‍🔥 3rd House: In the 3rd house, the “Conversation Hacker” is drawn to you. This individual hangs on your every word, obsessively analyzing texts and conversations for hidden meanings. They're likely to deep dive into your social media history, bringing up topics or inside jokes you barely remember, demonstrating an unsettling level of interest in your thoughts and communications. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a lot of weirdos in your DM’s.

❤️‍🔥 4th House: With Valentine in the 4th house, you attract the “Home Invasion Romantic”. This partner wants to be so involved in your life that they overstep boundaries, wanting to move in too soon or redecorate your space to suit what they believe is best for "us." They're fixated on creating a domestic bliss that you didn't sign up for, insisting on being your ultimate comfort but in a way that feels more invasive than nurturing. 

❤️‍🔥 5th House:  When Valentine visits your 5th house, it brings the “Jealous Admirer” into your love life. This type is intoxicated by your creativity and zest for life but is also fiercely envious of anyone else who shares your attention. They want to be your muse and your audience, the only one you perform for, often leading to dramatic displays of jealousy that can turn any romantic scene into a thriller. Fatal Attraction VIBES.

❤️‍🔥 6th House: In the 6th house, you draw the “Routine Stalker”. This individual is obsessed with your daily routines and habits, often rearranging their schedule to "coincidentally" bump into you. They take note of your likes, dislikes, and even your coffee order, using this information to craft themselves into the perfect partner, always just one step away from being too much in sync with your life. This placement can turn dangerous, watch your back.

❤️‍🔥 7th House: Valentine in the 7th house attracts the “Binding Contract Lover”. This person sees your relationship as a deal that's been sealed, treating every interaction like a contractual obligation forever. They're intensely committed to the idea of "us against the world," often pushing for commitments or declarations of love that feel more like chains than choices. Those with this placement are likely to cheat on long-term partners, unsure how to escape unhappy relationships.

❤️‍🔥 8th House: With Valentine in the 8th house, the “Soul Chain Romantic” is drawn to you. This lover believes in a connection that transcends the physical, claiming a depth of bond that feels more like a possession. They're drawn to your darkness and secrets, wanting to merge in ways that erase individual boundaries, but this is a placement that also draws sexually deviant partners your way.

❤️‍🔥 9th House: In the 9th house, you attract the “Obsessive Quester”. This partner is obsessed with the idea of you as their ultimate quest, an adventure to be conquered. They're drawn to your beliefs and philosophies but twist them to fit their narrative of a grand love story, often pushing you into roles and situations that feel more epic in their head than in reality. Expect a lot of love bombing followed by ghosting with this placement. 

❤️‍🔥 10th House: Valentine in the 10th house brings the “Public Claimer” into your orbit. This individual is obsessed with how the relationship looks to the outside world, constantly posting, tagging, and declaring their love for you in very public ways. They're more interested in the status of being with you than the actual connection, often putting on a show of affection that feels performative rather than genuine.

❤️‍🔥 11th House: In the 11th house, Valentine attracts the “Ideological Chameleon”, someone who obsessively aligns with your hopes, dreams, and social circles. They seamlessly adopt your interests and ideologies, aiming to become your perfect match. This partner integrates so deeply into your world that they begin to mirror you, losing their individuality in the process. They are harmless though, usually truly loving you. Just don’t break their heart, they might end up dating your BFF out of revenge.

❤️‍🔥 12th House: With Valentine in the 12th house, you draw in the “Phantom Soulmate”. This partner feels a deep, unseen connection to you, believing they knew you in a past life. They love from the shadows, perhaps through anonymous gestures or silent admiration, convinced of a spiritual link between you. This is actually my favorite Valentine placement, think of the Gomez Adams to Morticia.

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Nightshade

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

Chapter 11: Amuse-Bouche

TW: Some sibling boxing, A bit of choice language from Ari and Sasha in regards to our idiots, Howard 😒, a bit of sexual tension, flirting, Jake's gonna have a real HARD time 👀, Lena's gonna help him out... 👀👀, aka bathroom blowjob. This chapter is a bit shorter than normal (like 15 pages, sorry!) And I'm sorry if it reads as kind of rushed, I really wanted to get it out before my surgery tomorrow and it's not a particularly plot-heavy chapter so I figured it'd be alright. I did a quick edit of this so sorry for any mistakes! This chapter does, however, mark the beginning of Spice Town!

Hit. Hit. Dodge. The music blared in my ears, and the wall pictures vibrated with the beat as I danced across the mat. Hit. Hit. Dodge. Sweat beaded down my forehead, making my hair stick to my temples. 

Hit. Hit. Dodge. I breathed in the hot air that tasted like sweat and leather. My mind wandered, the smell shifting in the air with a breeze of alcohol as someone opened the back alley door. A new taste coated my tongue… A cherry old-fashioned mixed with the bitter tang of Jake's cigarettes.

Hit. Hit. "OW!"

Patrick chuckled with an evil grin. "You're distracted today." I threw my punch into his arm, wiping the grin off his face entirely. "OW!"

"Fuck you!" I growled out as the two of us danced in the ring together. "My mind has never been more focused!"

"Focused on dick!"

I landed three hits to Pat's gut before he got me in the side. I raised my fist again when Ozzy's loud whistle stopped both of us in our tracks. "What the bloody hell are you two doing?" He shook his head. "You two know you're not allowed to spar with each other."

"No one else would spar with me," I told him. "I wanted to get a good workout before my shift."

"Don't see why you didn't just call up your little boyfriend," Pat mumbled. I didn't even glance at him as I punched him in the gut. "I probably deserved that one."

Ozzy waved us forward. "Get outta there before you hurt each other. Idiots."

Peter looked up from his newspaper. "Told ya he'd find out. You two are always too much in a ring together."

"You're no better, mister! Why are you letting them pull this in the first place?" Oz asked.

"I'm a recovering cancer patient," Peter said with large puppy dog eyes. "I did my best."

"Bull!" Patrick and I said in unison.

Ozzy rolled his eyes. "Oh, give me a break with those eyes. Lena, go get ready for work. Patrick, clean up your mess. Peter, tell me what horses are racing tomorrow."

We all followed Oz's instructions. I dragged myself up the stairs and threw my sore body into a boiling hot shower with a relieved sigh. The week had been… Interesting since Jake and I's makeout session in the bathroom at Home Bar. We hadn't kissed again, but the urge was always there whenever we got too close to each other. Why does he have to have such soft lips? I whined to myself. And be so good at kissing? And so attractive. With a sigh, I pressed my head against the chilled tile. I had it bad.

I got dressed and bid my little family farewell before quickly making my way to the restaurant. Nick smiled from behind the bar and gave me his usual "morning red" when I passed. Scott and Isaac were bickering about some menial topics when I slipped through the doors and greeted the kitchen. Bitch paused to yell a quick "hey Lena" over their shoulders.

Upstairs the locker room was packed. Everyone was talking and gossiping as they got dressed for their shifts. Sasha leaned against his locker while Heather and Ari shared the couch, priming their looks. "Good morning!"

"Morning, Tiger," they greeted.

I peed Jake's locker and put his jacket inside before making my way to my own and changing into my cooking gear. A few seconds after I put my shirt on, Jake rounded the corner setting his bike in the hall with a smile aimed at me as he entered the room.

“Morning,” Jake mumbled, heading to his locker.

Still finishing with the buttons on my shirt, I looked over at him. “You look like shit.”

The second his locker opened, he shook his head, grabbed his jacket, and tossed it to me. “Put that back in your locker for me?”

“No!” I hollered, tossing it back at him. “If you wanna sneak your shit into my locker, do it on your own time, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?” He questioned with a raised brow.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know you’re pretty, Jake. It’s tacky.”

With a slight tilt of his head and a bright gleam in his eyes, he started taking out his earring. “So I’m pretty and tacky?”

“I don’t make the rules,” I replied, smiling.

Sasha gestured back and forth between us with wide eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

Ari shook her head. “There’s no way.”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’m trying to get these bitches to pay me my money!” Sasha replied with a sigh. “I won the bet. They clearly did the nasty. What more do you want? A photo? Video?” He turned his head to us. “You two didn’t happen to tape you’re very passionate sex, did you?”

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Jesus, he sees one make-out session, and he’s already hunting for porn.”

"Pay up, you nasty vaginas!" Sasha suddenly demanded, holding out his hands to Ari and Heather.

Heather shook her head. "Not a chance. One make-out session does not equal them fucking."

"Of course they fucked!" He insisted. "I was there! I saw them with my own two eyes! There is no way they didn't hook up after getting caught like little vandals!"

Ari glanced at me, eyes trailing up and down my form for a minute before she looked at Jake, squinting slightly. "I gotta go with Heather on this."

Sasha scoffed. "Excuse me?!"

"Look!" Ari insisted on pointing to Jake's back as he lifted his shirt over his head. "No claw marks, and he's only got two hickeys on his neck. Lena looks like the type to mark her territory." She smiled at me. "And our Tiger only has one little hickey on her collarbone with none on her boobs. No teeth marks either. Jake's a hungry boy," she smirked wider. "No way he's leaving a meal as fine as that without a few nibbles."

"Wow," I deadpanned. "You guys are bigger idiots than I thought."

“Tiger, tell them!” Sasha begged.

I gave him a loving pat on the cheek. “Sorry, dear Sasha, but you’re gonna lose your bet.”

He groaned loudly and slapped Jake on the shoulder. “I blame you!”

“Me?” Jake questioned. “The fuck did I do?”

“Nothing! That’s the point!” Sasha sighed. “It never takes you this long to seal the deal. Not even with the chittering baby monster.”

With a shrug, Jake nodded to me. “Take that up with her. I woulda fucked her months ago if she would have let me.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Am I?” Jake chuckled. “Sorry, princess.” He looked over at Sasha with a shit-eating smile. “Fuck off, Sasha.”

“Thank you,” I hummed.

Sasha pointed to us before scoffing and muttering insults in Russian as he made his way out the door. I searched through my locker, hunting for my hairbrush before sighing and looking at Ari. “Do you have a hairbrush I can use? I can’t find mine.”

She hopped up and retrieved one from her locker. “You know, for someone whose apartment is spotless, you’re kind of shit at keeping track of your things.”

“I’m very organized,” I argued. “I'm probably taking shit home by accident.”

"So organized of you," she teased, heading down for family meal.

Once Jake and I were alone, that familiar air of sexual tension settled in the room. We likely would have acted on it a few times if it hadn't been for Simone and Olives' impeccable timing. The two of them came in together, making light conversation and putting a minor feeling of division between Jake and me.

Things between him and Simone were tense recently, but that didn't seem to stop the two of them from holding conversations with one another or joking in their free minutes. It made sense, given the nature of their relationship, but it still made me feel nauseous. I left the room while they talked and went to the long table for the family meal.

Howard set a glass of wine cow in front of me, gesturing to the glass with a smile. "Go ahead."

Swirling the liquid briefly, I lifted it to my nose and smiled at the light smell of lemon and the fruity notes of toasted apple. “1999 Dom Perignon Sparkling Wine.” I lifted the glass, sipping the sweet and flavorful liquid with a smile. “Amazing.”

“It’s your favorite,” Howard replied, examining the bottle.

“You remembered that?” I asked with a laugh.

He set a hand on my shoulder and shrugged. “I’ve got a good memory with important things like this.”

From across the table, Jake scoffed as he took his seat next to Simone. He drank the wine in his glass, glaring at Howard the entire time he went over the events of the night's service. It should have made me roll my eyes and call him ridiculous, but the small and majorly insignificant jealousy Jake felt whenever Howard came anywhere near me made me feel light and giddy. It was dumb. We weren’t dating; we weren’t anything… but I still smiled down into my glass. 

Service was a blur as I hopped between line and dish, helping out in any way I could before Howard instructed me to restock the glasses at the bar. I grabbed one of the clean racks and carefully moved to the side of the bar that usually wasn’t so busy. Unfortunately, I practically tripped over the body blocking the doorway. Jake quickly lifted the counter for me and helped me slide under while he continued to speak to the man in the way. “How much?”

“A thousand.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jake smiled and shook the man's hand. “Same place as last time?”

I glanced at the two of them, meeting his friend's eyes as he shamelessly checked out my ass. “Yeah… Hi.”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I turned my head away to refocus on stocking the shelf. “Hi.”

The man groaned and leaned forward on the bar. “I’m Tommy.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommy.”

Jake shifted closer to me, giving his friend an exasperated look. “Really, man?’

“She yours or something?”

“No,” we said simultaneously, glancing at one another for a quick second before looking away. 

“You should come tonight,” Tommy said, his eyes having difficulty focusing on my face as he admired my figure. “We could definitely use a girl like you livening up the place.”

Jake’s jaw ticked as he snapped in his friend's face to get his attention again. “Lay off, Tommy. I’ll be there at nine.”

Tommy gave Jake a look before he nodded. “Alright, fine, sounds good.”

I resumed my simple task as Jake maneuvered around me, serving a few drinks before leaning back against the bar shelves beside me. “Sorry about him. He’s kind of a sleaze.”

“I’ve been working bars since I was fifteen, Jake. I’m used to a few choice comments from a few choice sleazeballs.” I offered him a smile, gently nudging him when the stern look on his face didn’t ease. “Relax.”

“You should come, though,” he suddenly said.

“Oh?”

“It’s some stupid warehouse party. I’ll be working,” he replied, acting as though he hadn’t entirely meant to invite me. “But you could hang out… maybe dance while I do that.”

With a thoughtful hum, I stacked another two glasses before looking up at him and batting my eyelashes. “You sure I won’t annoy you?”

Jake smirked, cocking his head with a slightly raised brow. “Oh, I’m positive you will.” His tone was low and teasing but held that thinly veiled sensual energy that made me feel breathless and wanting. “But I don’t mind.”

I held his gaze as I shrugged. “It could be fun. Would you dance with me?”

“I don’t dance,” he answered, blatantly ignoring one of the guests trying to get his attention.

“Shame,” I replied. “It would have been a good excuse to get up close and personal with me.”

His mouth twitched into a genuine smile before he concealed it beneath that shit-eating grin. “I can think of plenty of excuses to get up close and personal with you, princess.” I grabbed hold of the now empty dish tray and turned my head away from him, moving to return to the kitchen. “Are you gonna come?” He called out, watching me go.

I looked over my shoulder and nodded. “It sounds like fun. I’ll be there. Nine, right?”

Jake nodded. “I’ll meet you outside. It's kind of a shit neighborhood."

“He says to the boxer,” I teased. “See you there.”

The night dragged on, and I glanced at the clock impatiently with each passing minute. This wasn’t a date. Of course, it wasn’t, but my heart still pounded like it was one. Isaac caught me in yet another turn to look at the ticking clock and slapped my arm with a towel. “The hells your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,” I hissed back at him, rubbing the red spot on my arm. “Just ready for the night to be over.”

He narrowed his eyes at me but returned to work without more questions. I continued to speed between line and dish the rest of the night until, at last, a spotless kitchen graced the kitchen staff's eyes. “Looks good, everyone. Now let's get the fuck out of here,” Scott praised, heading up the stairs already half out of his coat.

I changed quicker tonight and slipped out the back door without even bothering to meet up with the rest of the group for after-shift drinks, knowing full well Sasha would just use his annoying pestering to pry information out of me. 911 dress emergency, you free?

Quinn would likely be at work, but knowing her, she’d have a dress that I could borrow on hand. Absolutely. Head to the club. I’ll be on break in fifteen. Details as payment, though.

Deal.

The club was packed with a large crowd when I got there. Security helped me slide through to the back room, where I sat in Quinn’s makeup chair and waited for her to get done on stage. She hurried through the door and threw on a robe before she jumped into searching her dresses. “Hey, how's your night?”

“Slammed,” she replied. “But I’ve already made a hell of a paycheck, so I won’t complain.”

I fiddled with the makeup brushes on her desk until she set a red dress on the rack next to me. It was a relatively simple design, deep red with a generously low cut top and two strategically placed strips of seethrough lace on the sides. “Oh, you’re pulling out your good shit?”

She nodded, moving around me to grab some makeup. “Duh. This is for a date, isn’t it?”

“No,” I answered. “Jake just invited me to some warehouse thing he’s working at tonight.”

“Soooo a date…” she replied, holding my chin in her hands and working on my makeup without a second thought. 

“It’s not a date.”

“Yeah, and you’re just friends.”

“We are-”

“I’m not doing this with you right now,” she sighed. “Now, hold still, so I don’t fuck up your face.”

She gave me a dramatic look with red glitter and big clunky stars shimmering on my cheekbones and temples. It was one of her go-to night-out looks, and while it was a bit much, it would likely make me impossible to miss tonight, even for a bartender. Quinn’s nose scrunched up as she smiled. “Perfect. Now go get changed and get your cute ass to your date.”

“It’s not a date!” I hollered as I slid behind her changing screen.

“Whatever!”

Stepping back out, donned in the soft gown, I posed. “How do I look?”

She pulled my hair free of my ponytail and floofed it up before nodding. “Very hot. Extra fuckable.”

“Thanks,” I pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Maybe stop by when you’re done here.”

“Sure thing, text me the address!”

Outside the club, Dom sat on the back of his bike. When he saw me, his eyebrows rose. “Got a hot date or something?”

I shook my head. “I’m just going to some party.”

“Where at?”

“Some warehouse in Queens.”

He shook his head. “Hop on. I’ll drive you.”

I gave him a look. “Why?”

“Queens is Eddie’s turf. So I just wanna make an appearance, you know, make sure him and his boys are on their best behavior while you’re there.”

“How sweet.”

“New-”

“Newbies get the helmet, I know,” I said, sliding on the back of his bike and pulling the helmet over my head.

*

Jake stood outside the warehouse, listening to the loud music blaring in his ears as he smoked. Lena said she would be there, and if he were being honest, the anticipation was killing him. Ever since they’d kissed on the Ferris Wheel, it had been nearly impossible not to kiss her every time she looked up at him through her thick lashes. Whenever she and he were alone in a room together, he had to either keep his distance or fight internally over whether he should kiss her. It was obvious she wanted to kiss him. While he enjoyed knowing she was just as affected by him as he was by her, it made the whole situation more complicated.

He heard the familiar roar of the drug dealer's bike and watched the man pull into the parking lot with Lena hugging his back. From where he stood, he could tell she was dressed in red, a color he appreciated more each time she wore it. He’d practically dropped his cigarette when she stood up and slid the helmet off. The dress was low cut and hugged her figure perfectly, but the sides really killed him. The sheer lace brought out her creamy skin beneath the dress and accentuated her not wearing underwear. God damn this woman, he cursed, taking a long drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. She’s gonna fucking kill me at this point.

*

Getting a ride from Dom turned out to be a lifesaver. The streets were crowded with taxis as we wove through and made our way toward the old neighborhood. Once we’d parked, he made eye contact with a few bikers across the parking lot, standing next to the club while I got off and held his helmet back to him. “Gimme your arm,” he instructed, pulling out a pen.

“Seriously?” I asked while still following his order. “I’m not fifteen anymore, Dom. I know my way around.”

He drew the four-leafed clover on my wrist with his messy phone number above it. If lost, call Dom. It was something he used to do every night I came to him looking to get fucked up, and back then, it’d actually saved my ass more than once. He smiled and nodded toward the club. “Tell the kid I’ll kill him if he lets you get into trouble tonight.”

I turned around, flipping him off. “I’m not telling him that!”

Jake stood next to the entrance, cigarette embers still flaring at his feet as he looked me up and down and clapped slowly. “Damn, you really showed up trying to make me look like shit, huh?”

“I think you look fine,” I answered, smoothing my hands down his leather jacket. His eyes focused on my lips. “We heading in or what?”

I could tell for a split second he’d wanted to say no, but he nodded, turning and grabbing my hand as we walked toward the door. The bounders knew him and let us both pass straight through. It was exactly as the name implied. A sizeable empty warehouse filled with shitty lights and speakers, a band with a bar on the opposite end, and makeshift shelves filled with booze. Jake led us through the dancing crowd, carefully looking back to ensure I was still close by, even though he’d held my hand.

His friend, Tommy, stood beside the bar, instructing the second bartender as Jake slid his jacket off and handed it to me. “Watch that for me?”

“Sure thing, master bartender.”

Rolling his eyes, he tapped Tommy on the shoulder, and the two conversed for a minute before he noticed me. Then, with a sly grin, he elbowed Jake. “I knew you wouldn’t pass up a chance with that.”

“Fuck off,” Jake brushed off, jumping into work, taking drink orders, and quickly making them. Sitting at the bar in front of him and watching him mix drinks like he did every night shouldn't have been so fun, but it was. I especially enjoyed the moments of free time he’d get to lean over the bar and make me custom drinks with flirty winks and the unique brand of sexual tension we’d basically trademarked. After a while, I slowly made my way onto the dance floor, letting go of the stress that life had been building up to give in to this one night of fun.  

*

He couldn’t help but stare at her as she moved on the dance floor. Her wild hair and equally free spirit were something he rarely got to see at work, and fuck did he enjoy it. Most girls - people in general - looked ridiculous trying to dance in clubs, but Lena made it look sensual and fun. 

“Would you dance with me?”

“I don’t dance.”

“Shame. It would have been a good excuse to get up close and personal with me.”

He’d said he could think of better ways to get up close and personal, but now that he was here watching her move in that dress, his mind was blank. Finally, the man bartending beside him nodded to the dance floor. “She your girl or something?”

Without thinking, Jake nodded. “Or something.”

Lena turned and smiled at him before disappearing into the mass of bodies. “I can handle shit here if you wanna take a break.”

“Thanks,” Jake replied, moving around the bar as quickly as possible to seek her out on the dance floor.

*

Swaying with the music, I lost myself to the beat. It felt fucking amazing to let go and have fun. It felt more amazing when Jake’s familiar hands settled on my hips, pulling me back into him as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. “I thought you don’t dance.”

He grinned down at me, leaning in close enough that I could practically taste him. “It looked like a good excuse to get up close and personal with you.”

“You’re clever.”

“I try,” he replied.

The two of us moved against each other, our bodies creating a sinful and very dangerous friction that made a buzz of pleasure settle in my gut, slowly winding more and more as his hands roamed my body. Looking up at him as he danced beneath the lights, I really wanted to throw out my stupid notions of keeping our friendship intact. Instead, I wanted to jump into his arms… wanted to kiss him until we were tearing each other's clothes off. And if the dark hunger of his gaze meant anything, he felt similarly.

A few minutes later, I felt him press me unbearably close, so close I couldn’t help but moan at the unexpected action. Jake’s head pressed into the back of mine. “Fuck.”

“Wha-” I turned to ask, only to catch a quick glimpse of him hurrying through the crowd toward the bathrooms. He stumbled, nearly tripping as he practically shoved people out of his way. Something must be wrong. Following him, I called out, “Jake!”

He practically slammed the bathroom door in my face as I shoved through. “You should head back to the bar.”

“Are you alright?” I asked, watching him lean over the sink, sucking in deep breaths of air. I locked the bathroom door. If he was fucked up on something, the last thing we needed was some couple coming here looking to fuck. 

"I'm good," Jake practically groaned.

I touched his shoulder, pulling him to face me so I could try to figure out what he was fucked up on. "What do you need? Water? A hospital?" His eyes slid down the length of me, pupils blown wide and a light sheen of sweat beginning to glimmer on his skin. His chest rose and fell in rapid breaths. I pressed my hand to his chest, unintentionally pushing myself closer to him. "Your hearts racing. What the hell did you take?"

He said nothing for a minute as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a quiet "Fuck."

"Ja-" The question died on my tongue as the unmistakable outline of his fully hard dick became impossible to miss.

"I’m not high," he explained tensely. "I didn’t plan on being in such a confined space with you looking like that."

I looked down at the form-fitting, short, mostly sheer dress Quinn had given me to wear tonight. "Oh."

He chuckled. "Yeah, oh. I just need a minute."

I don't know what came over me; maybe it was all the shit pent up throughout our months-long flirting. Maybe it was just my body craving the chance to give him the pleasure I knew he wanted. Or maybe it was the way Jake looked beneath the dim lights in the dingy basement bathroom, head thrown back, sweat rolling down his throat, his hands gripping the sink so tight his knuckles turned white. Whatever it was made my lips move without consulting my brain. "I could help you."

"Not much you can do in a situation like this."

"There's one thing I can do."

He looked back at me, disbelief evident in how his face scrunched up. "What?"

"Are you seriously going to make me spell it out for you?"

"Absolutely."

"Do you want a blowjob or not?" I asked, point blank, looking down the length of him, eyes settling on the thick outline of his dick straining against his jeans.

He tilted my chin up, dark eyes examining my face closely. "Are you high?"

"No," I answered.

"Drunk?"

"No." I laughed softly. "I can leave you to figure it out alone if you’re not interested."

"I just want to be sure you know what you're doing."

"Does it look like I don't know what I'm doing?"

"No," he replied. "I don't want to take advantage of you." His face was smug as ever, but the tone of his voice held the sincerity the rest lacked.

I pulled myself closer, watching his eyes follow me, looking at me as if I was the only thing he cared about. "How about we set some ground rules then?"

"I'm all ears," he said, throat bobbing.

"First, let's not make this weird. This is just one friend helping out another." Jake chuckled but nodded in agreement, eyes settling onto my lips as his head unconsciously tilted forward, chasing them. “Second, no kissing on the lips.”

That made him scoff. “What, like we haven’t made out in a bathroom before?”

I rolled my eyes, setting my hands on the flat, lean-built plane of his abdomen. “If I kiss you, this will turn into more than a quick blowjob in some shitty club bathroom real quick.”

“Glad to know you find me so irresistible,” he breathed out. “Any more rules?”

"Just a small assurance. If I feel like you're taking advantage of me, I'll let you know, and I expect you to do the same.” His look felt deeper than what I could see on the surface. Jake looked like what I’d said. The simple and basic principle behind successful hookups or sexually charged favors between friends was something he’d never heard of before now. It made me sad, thinking of how his mind likely went to Simone and just how neglectful she was of the stability of their odd relationship with one another. I pushed it aside, now more set on showing him what a healthy moment of intimacy between two people looked like. “Now, do you want my help with your problem or not?"

"I'm all yours, princess,” he whispered, voice lacking all sarcasm that generally came with the nickname he’d given me months ago in Cape Cod. It was an admission. Pure and honest and more than enough to flood me with desire.

With a soft smile, I leaned in closer, chest to chest, hands fisting lightly in his shirt. Our lips nearly brushed as I looked into his darkened eyes and whispered back, “Good.”

I moved my lips to the side, pressing them to his jaw and slowly working my way down to his neck. My hands slid down to his belt, slowly undoing the fastenings and loosening the tightness of his pants just enough to bring him a moment of relief. He sighed, mumbling a quiet “Fuck.”

His head tilted back, giving me unrestricted access to his neck as I smiled against his skin, carefully palming him through his jeans with one hand. “Don’t get too excited tough guy,” I teased before latching my teeth around that irresistible, glinting, pierced ear. Then, moving my lips back to his neck, I sucked a new bruise into his delicate skin.

“So much for being discrete,” he chuckled, audibly biting back a moan.

“We haven’t been discrete for months,” I noted, working on undoing his jeans. “A few hickeys won’t be anything new.”

He watched my face closely, still searching for any sign of doubt. I appreciated it, but he wouldn’t find any. I wanted this. More than I thought I had. With the front of his pants open, my hand slid down, gliding gently down his length and pulling a long low moan out of his throat. God, I wanted him to make that sound all the time. I slid my hands into his jeans, pulling the fabric down just enough for his dick to spring forward, free of his underwear. 

Jake was well endowed, something I’d assumed but still somehow hadn’t really been prepared for. His eyes shut, and his breath quickened as I slid down his body. I pressed gentle kisses and quick bites to his neck before running my hands up his shirt and dragging my nails down his chest as I slid to my knees. I was no stranger to a quickie in some shitty club bathroom, but this felt different. I was far more focused on Jake’s face and the noises he made as I stroked him rather than his actual dick. 

I licked the underside of his cock first, enjoying the way he flinched and bucked closer to my face. God, he’s so pretty when he’s this desperate. Then, swirling my tongue around the pulsing, leaking tip of his dick, I closed my eyes to listen to the noises he made. Sex with men was usually quiet, especially oral activities, but Jake wasn’t like most men. He was shameless in the moans and whines and whimpers he made, and I couldn’t get enough of it. After making sure he was nice and slick, I slowly began bobbing up and down, pushing him further into my mouth until I reached the perfect spot where the tip of him just barely hit the back of my throat.

"God, you're perfect," he groaned, hands burying themselves in my hair. I expected Jake to be a puller. I expected him to want total control... To use me. But he didn't. Instead, his hands held my hair back, and as I looked up, the reason became clear. Jake wanted to watch me. He wanted to see my face.

I’d given guys blowjobs in bathrooms before, but it had never felt so intimate. They’d cared more about the feeling of my hot, wet mouth around their dicks than they cared about me. They hadn’t ever even bothered to look at me. I held his gaze as I bobbed my head, taking more of him into my mouth each time. Those eyes alone would undo me.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and Jake carefully brought a hand out from my hair to dab them dry. “You’re doing so good,” he praised. Oh fuck. His hand in my hair tightened, tugging on my roots just enough to send a lightning strike of pleasure shooting down to my core. I moaned around him, bringing another ragged moan out of his chest. His free hand cupped my jaw, gently kneading the muscles as his hips carefully met my mouth with eager thrusts. 

My hands came up to rest on his thighs, squeezing them and using them as support as his movements grew harder and sloppier. “Lena,” he whined, supporting himself on the sink and throwing his head back. “God… I’m close.”

I slid my hands up his thighs to rest on his abdomen. I could feel the muscles beneath his skin tighten each time he thrust into my throat. His breaths grew more harsh and labored. Just a few more thrusts and he’d be there. I hummed around him, dragging my nails down his stomach and taking hold of his arms, using them as leverage to pull myself closer until I was gagging on him. Then, with one last, deep thrust, he spilled down my throat. “Fuck!”

Swallowing every drop he gave me, I sat still, letting him carefully release my head before I pulled back, licking the tip of his cock for good measure. He panted above me, eyes boring down into mine as I slowly rose to my feet, using him to steady myself as my slightly numb legs wobbled. His head dipped down, the urge to kiss me plain on his face as he settled for dropping his head to my shoulder. “Holy shit.”

“Did that help?” I asked hoarsely. 

“Absolutely,” he answered. 

I couldn’t fight the proud smile on my lips as I squeezed his arms and pulled away to stand beside him, straightening myself up in the mirror. “Good.”

Still catching his breath, he pressed his chest to my back, lips skimming the back of my neck. His hands squeezed my hips, gently pulling the material of my dress up before I stopped him. “You’re not gonna let me repay the favor?”

“Not tonight,” I breathed, glancing at him over my shoulder with a smile.

Jake shook his head. “So what, you’re just gonna blow me in some bathroom and not let me pay you back?”

I fixed his jacket and belt, nodding. “Yeah.”

“You’re something else,” he replied.

“Something good, I hope,” I answered. “I’ll let you clean yourself up a bit. See you back at the bar, pretty boy.”

As I walked out of the bathroom, savoring the lightheaded euphoric feeling of Jake and I’s… activity in the bathroom, Quinn smirked at me from the bar. I slowly settled into the seat beside her, watching her pull a small tin from her purse and pop it open. “Mint?” I didn’t look at her as I accepted the small pungent candy and popped it into my mouth, wincing slightly at how it mingled with the salty tang left by Jake. 

“Well, that was impulsive.”

I shook my head. “Not a word, Quinn.”

“Oh, I’m not judging!” She assured me. “Lord knows I’ve given a lot less pretty guys blowjobs in club bathrooms. I was just making an observation.”

Jake slid back behind the bar, whispering a few words of appreciation to the other man working for covering for him. Then, he stood in front of us and leaned against the bar. “Didn't know you were coming."

"Wow, not even a thank you for dressing your girl up for you?" She scoffed. "I see how it is."

"Having fun, Quinn?”

She smirked. “One of us certainly is.”

“Need a refill?” He asked, brushing past her blatantly obvious taunt.

“Always,” she smiled even wider. “I am so glad you invited me tonight. Now I get dibs on the teasing.”

I shook my head at her. “Tease away.”

Tease, she did. For thirty minutes, she gave Jake and me her best material. She covered bathroom blowjobs, the ever-popular “just friends” comments, and more, but unlike the other times, she’d teased me there wasn’t any of the shameful weight. But, of course, I wasn’t hiding my attraction or feelings for Jake now, so her teasing ultimately made us both chuckle.

When the night finally ended, Jake walked me outside and waited for me while I hailed a cab. I nudged his shoulder. “Are you going to Ari’s big show thing this weekend?”

“Normally, I’d say fuck no,” Jake replied, grinning. “But now I know you’re going.”

“You don’t have to come just for me.”

“It could be fun,” he insisted. “Besides, she always throws a party after at her abandoned hotel, and that is always a good time.”

I smiled at him as the cab pulled up beside me. “Then I guess I’ll see you there.”

He lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips. “Maybe I’ll get to repay that favor I owe you.”

Favor seemed like a far too nice word for what I knew he had in mind. “Goodnight, loser.”

“Get home safe,” he answered, watching the cab pull away before he started hailing one of his own.

My apartment was quiet, filled with the soft white noise of my old TV playing in the living room while I changed and got ready for bed. I’d just gotten a glass of water when a loud engine speeding across the street sent me ducking for cover. I curled up on the floor, my back pressed tightly into the back of the couch as I listened, holding my breath, to see if the car would make another pass. 

Have you seen his car recently? I texted Dom with shaking hands.

His reply was almost instantaneous. No, why? Did something happen?

I forced an even breath out. No. I just thought I heard it drive by.

Stay put. I’m on my way.

Dom arrived at my apartment within a matter of minutes. He carefully drove through the neighborhood a few times, scanning the parked cars and the surrounding streets before he parked his bike and came to sit beside me on the floor. “I didn’t see anything, but I’ll stay the night to make sure.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I answered softly, holding my legs close to my chest.

Dom leaned forward to meet my far-off gaze. “Yeah, I do. Now go get in bed and go to sleep. I’ll take the couch.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he just rolled his eyes and stood up. He set up the couch and settled into the firm cushions, facing the door.

I reached over and held his hand for a minute. “Thanks, Dom.”

He squeezed it with a smile. “Get some sleep, kid. Nothin’s getting past me.”

That night I tossed and turned for a few minutes before passing out, knowing the truth of Dom’s words. Nothing was going to happen while he was here. Nothing ever did. For a minute, I could just close my eyes and forget that there was even a problem… for a minute, I could just go to sleep like an average person. I knew deep down it wouldn’t always be so easy, but I would pretend tonight.

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[poetryinsilence]

Oceans and Engines (part III)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female!Reader

part I | part II | part III | part IV | part V

A/n: Small allusions to some seggs but still all stuff-down-your-throat fluff. I love symbolisms :)))) It’s all fun and games up until this point. All rainbows and sunshine. Then, BAM! Nothing happens…👀 unless… reminder: fluff to angst

Wc: 2,578

News spreads quickly at Top Gun; it took less than 24 hours for everyone to know that you and Bob are a thing. That Bob got a new girlfriend practically shocked half the crew in Fightertown. Bob, the quiet and shy bookworm got a girlfriend? How is that possible? But, there you are, holding hands with Bob as he pulls you closer in his arms to assert that you are already taken. Hell, even Maverick is still trying to put two and two together but came to no conclusion. You're happy, that's all that matters.

The first time he took you out on an official date, he thought he needed to be sent to the emergency room with his heart racing faster than a Formula 1 car. Accelerating and sweating; the lump in his throat blockaded his airway, causing him to constantly trip over his words. But you didn't mind. His fluster made you fall even harder for his unique charm and attentiveness displayed for you.

He had the evening all planned out, with extra help from Phoenix and Rooster (and possibly a word or two of sarcasm from Hangman). With a good knock on your door and flowers tucked into his hand, he reviews himself once more from the reflection of your window—smoothing back a few loose strands and smoothing out the pesky creases on his shirt. Your door swung open with you gracing a sweet smile, all dressed in a canary yellow midi dress, puffy sleeves and skirt pleated like an accordion.

Bob's brain simply malfunctioned the moment you greeted him in the doorway; lips tugged up to a thin line when you caught him gawking adorably with those baby blues. He blinks, fumbling to compliment your outfit. The pink in his cheeks flooded in as he awkwardly shove the bouquet of carnation he's been holding in his sweaty palms. The split gradient on each petal bleeds from its pink outline and fades to milky white. You gladly accepted the blooming gift in your embrace, smelling its unique scent; spicy with muted tones, and thanking him with a peck on his face. Leaving the flowers sitting decoratively in a vase, you did one last check to make sure the door was locked securely before linking arms with your date. He happily guides you to his car, an old-school 2-door convertible dipped in frost white, decorated with stripes of black and red, straight out of the 60s. 

A small trip to a bucolic hole-in-the-wall restaurant for the night, and paired with a drive-in theatre that he found on google.  They’re doing a special run tonight playing ‘It’s A Wonderful Life'. To be honest, it's not the ideal first date movie, but as per his teammate's advice, any classic black and white movie are romantic enough to be a first date movie. Bob frowns at the thought of that. The premise of the movie is not exactly romantic, maybe in some aspects. But there's a part he agrees with; if you ever wish for the moon, he would get it for you, even if it seems impossible. But, he would do anything and everything to just live in the warmth of your smile. Shining so brightly that lit up his world. Even stealing the moon would be achievable.

As the night dwindles to strolling by the pier in the late summer air with it nearing the end of smouldering weather. You both agreed that ice cream is the best choice for any kind of dessert, and debating about your favourite ice cream flavours was an interesting experience.

“You are crazy. Nobody likes pistachio. Pistachio isn’t even a real ice cream flavour!” You cried.

Bob audibly gasped at your remarks, “And no one likes toothpaste flavour for ice cream!”

"Robert Floyd, you take that back!"

You chased him down the beach boulevard, laughing until your stomach hurt and tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. He stops, makes sure you're okay and wipes away the droplet with the rough pad of his thumb. Eventually, your breath evens out to its natural tempo, your hands slithering their way around his waist and pulling him closer to your chest as you lay your head listening to the melodic rhythm of his heart beating. The sinus resonance keeps in time with your own. A sound that you've been searching for in whispers of songs, where notes and signals have been overlooked by anyone.

On the drive home, your hand softly played with his blonde curls, and eyes never left the frame of his face. He answers with a delicate grasp on your thigh, tracing little circles on your tender skin—a sense of brandishing his initials onto you. Occasionally stealing glances at you and keeping steady on the road, his eyes illuminated by the feverish reds of tail lights, flashing grains of periwinkle in the night, smiling dreamily in his own little world.

The warm white porch light glows aflame with the undeniable intensity that lingers between exchanging gazes. Heat rises from fingertips still laced like ribbon on a present resting quietly at your side, your keys jangled and hesitantly turn and unclick something within you. Your feet gravitate foot by foot through the doorway, tethering Bob's hand along. The moment click within him too, as his eyes grew wider with your subtle invitation, gliding past the hallway and settling at the door at the end.

Heartbeat kicking into overdrive and travelling through from his touch, every beat felt fatal, and the rush of blood made him lightheaded. The ache and hunger for you is an entirely new experience, unlike any past relationship. The back of your knees finds the edge of the bed and falters onto the plush mattress. He stumbles, steadying himself with a hand and caging you in, and his mouth falls agape from this intimate position. Your giggle flutters at his reaction. Even in the moonlit room, you could imagine the flush of crimson he's wearing.

His throat bobs, and the moistening sound echoes in his eardrums parallel to the pulsating thump. This seems to be a much crazier idea than he'd anticipated, the thought of wanting you—needing you exceeds his limitations. Analysis is his speciality, but you, you're the enigma that overheats him. Even closing his eyes, the darkness takes hold of your shape. The heat pools at the back of his throat and stings harder in his abdomen.

A gasp leaves his parted lips at the sudden touch with the heat of your palms, both daunting and enticing to the borderline of his self-control, breaking down furthermore. The last bit of it crumbles down in a loud rumble with the soft contact of your lips, gentle yet hungry, consuming him all at once. He moans upon the stimulating contact, shaping and moulding him closer to the edge, shedding off his layers. Strong arms hooking underneath your knees, he gathers what strength he had left to take the initiative back into his court, and shallowly enters his desire.

Four limbs entangled beneath white sheets, lips sealed on unexplored skins, leaving imprints to find in the morning. Sparks fly under the night sky as you embrace and bathe in the afterglow. Despite that, the hot spell lingers between bodies and bed sheets, but the night is young.

*

Seasons dissolved from one to another painted their way with the colourful memories you’ve made with Bob. Every little thing about him bleeds into you and merges with a life of your own. And you with his. All his likes and dislikes, his favourite song you sing along to, the literature he admires with lines and phrases memorised. You know it all like the back of your hand.

Although it seems that everything is working out just fine, a feeling is prickling in the back of your mind, waiting for it to spill out at any unpredictable moment. Mostly the timing isn’t right. But sometimes, you almost let it slip. Those three little words that neither of you has spoken, yet you know it’s there—hiding behind every action and word you’ve spoken. It could potentially bring you both closer, or… maybe he’s just not ready to hear those words yet. The last thing you wanted was to send him running away, but what if? What if it doesn’t? What if things don't have to be at the exact moment, with the exact feeling from the both of you to be right? You just want to pour those feelings out of your chest, even if he takes it slow. And that’s okay.

You and Bob found the ocean to be the place that both of you go to the most. Whenever he gets his days off, you both know you will spend the day there swimming, reading, or maybe doing nothing at all. Just sit and stare into the tranquillity of the waters. It became something that defines you both, a place sacred and holds dear to your hearts. The very place where everything began.

The electric breeze sweeps you up in its soft blanket, and the air is getting thinner as the days go by. Bob scrunched his nose to stop it from running down the pages of his book. You lean closer; shoulders are pressing together for warmth and extra comfort while staring into the pacifying ocean of polynesian. Your foot caught hold of the bumper, steadying yourself on the hood of the car, listening to the rhythm and blues of this landscape.

The sound of strings began to pick up over the radio, and a knowing recognition rocketed into your mind and drew your lips into an upward curl. Your head snaps towards the cute blonde, eyes glued to the book in his hands and unaware of your intentions. You nudged.

“Hey, let’s dance!” 

"What, right now?"

"Yes! It's always time to dance. Come on!" you laughed, sliding your butt off the surface.

Your fingers interlaced with his, dragging him along to your spontaneity and espieglerie. He stumbles with his steps and sloppily tosses his book on the hood of his car. Your arms looped around his neck glowing with a simmer of heat and he rested adorned to the small of your back. The ochre sun setting on the horizon; you lovingly beamed at his state of mild frenzy, trying to retrace his steps to your first dance, focusing so intently on his footwork. Shifting and shuffling in basic box steps; it's a massive improvement from the very first time he dances, but still occasionally steps on your toe or two.

A chuckle erupted from your chest while you trail his clumsy coordination with his two left feet to the beat of the song. The rosy fluster flourished his skin in a new palette, both inside and out. You broke off your dance routine to save him from tripping up his noodling feet and just swaying in rhythmic circles.

Deep down, you knew. Bob is somebody your soul always craves. The gentleness he holds of you in the palm of his hand, the length he would go to protect you. You see it all. Everything about him is like water filling up your lungs, loving so deeply that it hurts, and the air is no longer the means to live. Breathe deeply, she said. 

His deep-set ocean eyes cradle yours and blink slowly, making you subconsciously bite your lip.

“Hey, Bobby? I, uh— this might seem weird, or kinda out of the blue, but um,” you pause for a moment.

“I always thought that love isn’t made for me. That I would just observe couples in love from the sideline— like looking into a snow globe of your favourite memory. Always outside looking in.”

The emotions stir inside, playing on the thread loosely hanging onto this sweater of defence. Now, it might just come undone with you laying bare, holding your heart out to him, with hands cupping delicately as fragile glass. Take it or break it, it’s up to him.

“This is gonna sound so stupid…but, I don’t believe in fates. I think they’re just some things we tell ourselves to make us less lonely on this planet filled with millions of lonely souls. And yet, I truly believe it’s the fates that brought me to this place. To you.”

Your eyes squeezed tightly, piecing together the thoughts that were running amok. Breathing in the salty air and a count of three, you open them again, this time, with a little glimmer.

“What I’m trying to say is. I love you, Robert Floyd. I loved you from the moment we met, and I finally found the word and courage to admit it to myself.”

As you have anticipated, you watched Bob’s face grow in awe. His eyes were as full as the moon and catching flies with his hanging mouth. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in your stomach. Nevertheless, it's good to get it off your chest after weeks of debating with your own inner demon.

"Bob, it's alright. You don't have to say it back," you reassure him, reassure yourself.

"N-no, y/n. That's not..." He pursed his lips together. Bob slowly shakes his head and draws out a soft chuckle. Your brows knot in a tight knit, wondering if you missed a joke or maybe what you've just said was silly to him. If that's the case, you would be laughing along too.

"Y/n...you're full of surprises. I didn't mean to laugh at you. No, never that. I always thought that I would be the first one to confess... Seems like you beat me to the punch."

He lights up with his boyish smile, melting you completely upon contact with its radiance. He had surprised you too. Not only with his words. But he was on the same page as you. Both waiting for the right chance, the right time.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t believe in fates either. But, when I saw you at the beach… I just knew. That my mind screams for you before I knew who you were."

It felt strange to you; a word as little as fate would hold such a big meaning. Despite everything in your belief, the cosmic universe grants you a timely divine intervention when you weren't looking for it. Yet, they twist and coil the kismet of two lives together with a silken twine- a friendship disguised in scarlet effervescent into so much more.

Bob pulls you closer and presses his forehead gently against yours. "I love, I love you. Nothing will change the love I hold for you."

What you give into your hopes and dreams lit up a flame in this spectacular moment. His words meant everything, speaking louder than actions, echoing in the cavity of your chest that owns your heart with the love he offers. Things that were once empty now hold a meaning. Everything means something.

A sonic boom calls out on the distant shore. You watch as the streak of white chemtrail marks across the wild blue yonder, writing a story on the cerulean pages. A girl, looking for a new life; and a boy, a charming pilot, finds his new life. Free falling into the unknown of what it might hold, but with a small chance, they took a leap of faith, stumbling through the wind and crash landed onto one another. Through life, came a glimmer of certainty.

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[eclysia]

Hi!! You reblogged my pokemon fan games post and I would love to hear your full rec list 👀👀 I’ve been interested in pokemon rejuvenation and thinking about trying it out once I finish playing pokemon insurgence!

oh i have lots! im going to throw some rom hacks in the bundle as well. ill sort them by rom hacks and fangames.

here we go!

ROM HACKS:

Emerald Rogue is the way to go if you want a roguelike experience like TBOI or Hades! There's virtually no story, but it's quite a lot of fun to play and has lots of replay value, fit with sidequests and challenges with intriguing rewards.

Recommended if you want to jump right in and get to battling, testing your skill!

Unbound is a ROM hack that truly has it all; fit with an original story and region, postgame, difficulty options, and the CFRU engine that has added a myriad of QOL features to Fire Red hacks, it is undoubtedly one of the very best hacks of all time! It also has an original soundtrack!

Recommended if you want to play a story-driven game with countless quality-of-life features!

Gaia is a more grounded ROM hack that could very easily fool me for a mainline game; this is a compliment, as it's wonderfully done! It has a plot centralizing around the legendary golems, an original region and characters, and flavor that just feels homey. (This also maaayy be getting an update in the future, so keep that in mind.)

Recommended if you're looking for a casual but intriguing experience!

Onto the fangames- I have an extensive list, but I'm going to keep it at three games each since this post is getting quite lengthy.

I won't go in depth on these two since you've played one and are going to play another, but Reborn and Rejuvenation are musts for me! With that out of the way,

Tectonic is a fangame that turns the entire Pokemon experience on its head. Rather than EVs, Style Points can be freely distributed and taken away. Every Pokemon has been reworked from the ground up, and there are even new status effects like Dizziness and Numbness. The plot revolves around the Avatar Phenomenon, ghostly apparitions of Pokemon wreaking havoc across the region, and racing your brother for the title of Champion to gain the approval of your cold-shouldered mother.

There's quite a steep learning curve, but I think it's worth it; this is one of my favorite plots in a fangame thus far.

Recommended if you want to shake up the original Pokemon formula!

Desolation is the third major 'Rebornian' game along with Reborn itself and Rejuvenation. It plays similarly to the other two, with a cohesive, dark plot and field effects, difficulty, and choices that have consequences. It also features gorgeous art and a lovely soundtrack!

What is it your dream? Is it to be a hero..?

Recommended if you enjoyed pretty much anything about Reborn!

Flux is the final fangame I will be recommending today. It's quite incomplete, with one chapter of three being finished, but it more than makes up for it with the story content, gameplay, and gorgeous art. It's also the only fangame in this list that consists almost entirely of Fakemon; some may even seem familiar!

The same people who created Uranium (also do recommend) are currently working on Flux, and some designs have been remastered and carried over into the new game.

Recommended if.. you're breathing. This fangame is amazing. I love it!

If that's not enough, some people over on the Reborn Discord have compiled a list of virtually every ROM hack and fangame out there, with the means to filter to your tastes. I hope it suits you well!

#i hope you enjoy my recommendations! #rotund-spheal

[true-blue-sonic]

Probably an odd choice for the ask game, but... Jet the Hawk? 👀

do I like them:

Honestly... not that much. He's just one of the characters that I don't strongly care about or even ever think about. That's probably because I never played a game wherein he was in a central role, so I never really warmed up to him in the first place.

5 good qualities:

He's a 14-year-old dumbass bossing around two adults who furthermore also listen to him and do what he tells them to, which I consider a hilarious dynamic.

Despite the fact he is a 14-year-old dumbass, it's nice that his title as Legendary Wind Master is not just hot air! Jet knows what he is doing on an Extreme Gear, and he's definitely incredibly skilled at it. He might not be the fastest on foot, but when it comes to Extreme Gears, I think he might just be better at it than Sonic.

He's one of the iirc two characters of whom we know what one of their parents looks like.

He lives in a blimp. Neat!

I can appreciate that the Babylon Rogues very unabashedly just want treasure, and maybe also to prove themselves as The Fastest to everyone. But mostly just money.

3 bad qualities:

I'm sorry: I can't stand his voice acting. Too squawky for my tastes.

Jet's personality and demeanour in general does not interest me that much, but that is just me personally. It doesn't help that he shows up so little.

The Babylon Rogues are characters who suffer most from Never Shows Up Syndrome in the entire franchise, it seems like. Jet definitively appears most out of all three, but I feel sorry for you if they are among your favourite characters. I complain about not getting enough Espio and Silver food; meanwhile, these three appear just about never. Probably because they're linked to the Riders games so closely, but I truly can't recall them ever showing up in a single mainline game. Makes me wonder if Sega will ever consider making a new entry for the Riders franchise?

favourite episode/etc:

It's been a while since I last watched any Riders game cutscenes... Let's go with Zero Gravity because I think that one's story is coolest. But I also love the scene where Wave's sped-up Japanese blabbering results in Jet just sneakily getting the hell out of there to go do his own thing.

otp, brotp, ot3 and notp:

None.

best quote:

I truly have no idea, sorry. Can't recall anything he ever said😅

*one research on YouTube later to see if I could find another perk for the five things I like about him* Okay his manic cackling as he imagines himself in a pile of golden coins in Riders is quite hilarious, actually.

head canon:

He would 100% just randomly show up where Sonic is to challenge him to an Extreme Gear race. Doesn't matter if it's in the middle of the night or Sonic is camping in Holoska: if Jet wants to race, he will race. Sonic of course always humours him because he loves racing as well.

#definitely an interesting choice but thanks for the ask!🍀 #jet the hawk #ask game

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Hi beautiful! I love Damian's clothes and gear but I have to wonder who dresses him because some of the choices are kinda loud. I sew and make costumes so it's super interesting to me to see the choices WWE makes...maybe some HCs or a fic about Damian dating someone in the wardrobe department? 👀👀 If you need some inspo, I can confirm that taking measurements is a super intimate experience. Your hands are all over whoever you're measuring and you are up close and personal with their body the whole time.

Hi gorgeous 💕! Yeah 😂 the choices are..bold choices 🤣 Beautiful, but bold! You do? Oh that’s so cool! I can’t sew not even if my life depended on it 😂 so I honestly admire who can sew and make beautiful clothes and costumes 😍 Wow, that’s such an amazing idea! And thank you for the inspo, a little scenario just crossed my mind 😉😈😘 (P.S. This gif is DELICIOUS 🤤)

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You were finishing to cut out some fabric before you can call the day off

You were currently working on a new gear for Drew McIntyre

And that was taking you a while to figure it out

So it already became a routine for you to be the last one of the wardrobe department to live the arena

While you worked on some measures

You heard a knock on the door

“Come in” You said, without looking up

You stayed in your bent over position and didn’t even bothered to look behind you

Presuming it was your best friend Molly

Who always forgets something in the arena

You asked

“Hey, do you think you can help me measure this real quick?”

Suddenly you heard

“Sure, you can use my ruler if you want to” He chuckled in your ear, and placed his hands in your hips

“Damian!” You reprimand him “You scared the shit out of me! Fuck, my heart is racing now!” You panted

“Let me see” Placing his hand on your chest “It is racing” he roamed it down, until he cupped your left breast through the shirt

“Subtle” You chuckled, taking his hand off your breast

“What? I was just making sure your heart stopped racing” He pretended a fake innocence you’re already so used to it

“Of course” You laughed

“What are you doing?”

“McIntyre’s gear, I need to finish some measurements”

“Need help?” He kissed your neck

“Do you know how to measure?” You asked with a confused frown

“No, but I told you you can use my ruler for that” You could hear the smile on his voice “My big, thick, hard and long ruler” He teased

“Eww” You laughed at his double entendre joke “You’re so ridiculous”

“I’m serious, baby”

“Right” You cackled but the sound suddenly died on your lips when he pressed his erection against your ass

“Why don’t we do some measurements real quick, huh?” He nibbled your ear “I can teach you some new measuring techniques” He whispered

Before pushing you down on the table

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