“What is this bullshit about what kind of person I am? Maybe I am someone who gives up! I don’t know! Why would you know what kind of person I am? Everyone is like: ‘what kind of person are you? you have to know who you are!’ What a fucking cliche.”
Here’s a scenario I haven’t been able to get out of my head for a few days, hahah. I wanted to share!
Saeyoung is dungeon master, and he’s fucking incredible at it. He has this brilliant campaign planned out, and even when the players stray away from his expectations, he’s able to improvise something just as good.
Fun NPCs with cool voices, lots of difficult puzzles, and every now and then he’ll throw a totally infuriating challenge their way and watch everyone blow up with frustration that slowly melts into genuine investment and enjoyment.
He’d have fun playing a character himself (maybe a Bard?) but DMing is more up his alley, and he’s definitely the type to sideline his own enjoyment so his friends can live their fantasies, lol.
[Zig and MC are still celebrating Valentine’s Day in this trilogy’s finale! @choicesmyway, @kittenmusicals and I have worked together to create this Zig x MC fanfic. Zig
may not have been a choice in @playchoices’ Game of Love, but we still get to
celebrate Valentine’s Day with him through this piece. We’ve divided this story
into three amazing parts. It’s been a labor of love for us so we
hope you enjoy it!]
When You Became Mine - Finale
The festival was in full swing as night fell over Hartfeld.
Lanterns strung across the football field illuminated the booths and the crowd,
laughter echoed through the various parts of the grounds. The moon was high and
stars glittered in the sky, lending an air of romance to the Valentine’s Day
“This is the last of it,” she sighed, holding up a pink
cloud of cotton candy between her fingers. “But I don’t think we should eat any
more of this.” She and Zig had been munching on hotdogs and popcorn through the
afternoon; and once they discovered a shared weakness for cotton candy, they couldn’t
stop snacking on the fluffy treat.
“Speak for yourself,” Zig smirked. He took her hand and placed
it close to his lips, his eyes steady on hers. Her lips parted, seeing a sudden
desire in his eyes. And no, she
thought, it wasn’t just for cotton candy.
Using her fingers, he took the little cloud of cotton candy between his teeth. As the spun sugar melted, he slid her fingers in his mouth, his
tongue flicking over her fingertips, sending shivers through her body, weakening
her in the knees. Thank goodness they were seated.
He continued gazing at her while he gently caressed the back
of her hand, spreading feather-light kisses from her fingertips, to her
fingers, on her palm, on the inside of her wrist.
“Zig…,” she moaned softly, unable to suppress another
“That,” Zig whispered, burying his face in her hair, “was
“I knew you just wanted me for that cotton candy,” she
giggled, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Cotton candy and my girl?
I’m in heaven.” He got up and looked around the grounds, as if searching for
something in particular. “C’mon, there’s something I want to try with you.”
(Y/N Uley) knew the legends of her
tribe – she also knew that all of the stories Billy Black told them at the
bonfires were true. Wolves, vampires, imprinting. All of them.
What she also knew was that Paul
Lahote had imprinted on her. The bad tempered wolf tried to hide it from her
because he didn’t think he deserved her. (Y/N) was a shy and kind hearted girl;
he didn’t want to break that.
“You alright, Paul?” she asked with a
frown. “Has something happened?”
“N – no,” he shook his head. “I’m
He felt so guilty for not telling her
about the imprint. He wanted to, he really did. He just didn’t want to hurt
her. He knew how angry he could get sometimes and phase from the slightest of arguments.
She didn’t deserve that. (Y/N) deserved so much more than he could offer.
“Tell me when you need anything,
okay?” she asked worriedly.
Another favorite AU: TIMESTUCK, where Mabel gets stuck in 70s or 80s and Stan picks her off the streets.
It’s like the best. I have read the same story 5 different ways and I just love it so much. Dine and dash pancakes, Mabel and Stan bonding in no time, gang stuff ending in GRABBLING HOOK, Ford freaking out cause YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER, Dude oh my god she’s 12 you know how old I am. I can read it a hundred times.