#.....i still have to reassemble my bed

[0turnthelightsout0]

Day 26: candy gore

Cw: blood, exposed bone, body horror

This is so laaaaaaaaate but I kinda don't care 'cause I got it done so yippee!!! ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

[gendzl]

so guess who's moving house again (me! it's me.)

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader Prompt: Your apartment floods. Inspired by and for @liliumbosniacum

"I need to take leave."

Simon's phone is pressed against his face, one hand holding the device, the other with a canvas bag in his hand, it's contents overflowing: blankets, baby clothes, your pillow.

"Everything alright?" Price sounds suspicious, but more curious than anything, and Simon sighs.

"Neighbor's flat flooded. She's got nowhere else to go so I'm letting 'em stay with me for a while." Price, thank fucking god, doesn't push it any further, disconnecting with a rumble about checking in with him next week, wishing him a happy holiday, and a parting good luck.

When he hangs up, you're standing hesitantly in his doorway, pile of clothes in your arms.

"That the last of it?" He asks, and you nod.

"Are y-you sure this is okay?" You're still upset, shaken, and he doesn't blame you. You were terrified when you woke up to bone chilling, ankle deep water, frantically shouting about a burst pipe into the phone over Emmaline's shrieks.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I've got plenty of room." He does. His flat is larger than yours, and though they're both two bedroom floor plans, his bedrooms are bigger, and he has two bathrooms, compared to your one. "I got the crib reassembled in the guest room." He motions to the door that's half opened, a few bags of Emmaline's stuff collected on the floor.

"Thank you." you murmur, and then step forward, burying your face in his chest. He holds you there, rubbing your back, working his thumb into the knot that sits at the base of your neck. “At least we saved the tree,” you laugh, wet and sad, and he hums, bowing to press his lips to your forehead.

“I’m sorry love.”

“It’s alright.” You shrug. “Nothing I could control.” You’ve got a point there, and he appreciates the approach, marvels at your ability to not be angry or frustrated with your neighbor, even though it wasn’t really their fault as well. He’s irritated for both of you, anxious over visualizing what would have happened if the chunk of the ceiling that fell was misplaced and landed on you, or Emma.

You pull away, face twisted up into something that looks painful, tears on your lash line, and he frowns. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart, c’mon. It’s alright.”

“I know.” You cry, clamping your hand over the bridge of your nose and trying to turn away. “It’s just all her gifts we-were in my room and now they’re ruined, and-“

“Okay, so we’ll get more. We still have plenty of time.” He reassures, rubbing his palms up and down your arms until you come back to him, letting him fold you back into his embrace. “We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.”

“We will?” You sniffle, and he nods.

“I’m on leave, until after the holiday, so I’ll be around, we can go shopping and replace everything. It’s going to be alright. I promise.” That word slips out of him again, promise. I promise, just like he told you this morning when you were frantic and he said it was okay that you stayed with him, I promise, just like he assured last night when you apologized for Emmaline crying for most the evening. “Okay?” His chin rests on the top of your head, and he turns to kiss you, the touch as soft as he can manage. You hum, and then sigh into him.

“Okay Simon.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No.” His refusal is immediate, and you look at him in near exasperation.

“Simon I can’t kick you out of your bed! You’re too big for the couch, anyway, and I don’t mind, I’ve slept on a couch plenty. Plus I’ll be able to hear better, when Emmaline wakes-“

“Sweetheart.” You’re in the living room, bouncing Emmaline in your arms, walking back and forth in front of the fireplace. She’s wearing a red and white striped onesie, like a candy cane, and Simon chuckles when she makes grabby hands at him as he approaches. You sigh, and he tucks his hands under her, lifting her away and into his arms, pleased at how you instantly relax and stretch your back and shoulders in response. “Think you’re getting too big for mama, baby girl.” You roll your eyes, playfully knocking your elbow into his side, and he grunts. “You’re not kicking me out of my own bed.”

“No?” You turn with a hand on your hip, other one holding a half full bottle.

“No, well. I mean-“ he falters, suddenly losing his confidence. “I’m happy to let you have it, or…” He can’t get the words right, can’t communicate what it is he wants to tell you, too worried about scaring you off or being too forward, pushing you too far.

“Or?” You look so pretty, standing in his flat, your belongings, Emma’s, strewn about, just your presence alone making this place feel more like a home than it ever has before. He feels dizzy, overflowing with emotion when Emma lays her head down on his chest, and you smile at her, looking back up at him, delicate, sweet smile on your lips. He bends, tilting your face upwards to meet his, lips ghosting against one another as Emma coos from his arms.

“Or… we can share it.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Charlie. You know I love you, right?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “…before I answer, can I ask YOU a question?”

Vaggie: “Sure, babe. Fire away.”

Charlie: “Okay.”

Charlie: “Is this about the singing cannibal quartet love song turned massacre in the hotel lobby?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Is it about the supposedly non-man eating flowers that tried eating Angel Dust, which Niffty won’t let us get rid of now because she wants to train them to hunt cockroaches with her?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Is it about the alleged cookies Husk is still in bed recovering from taste testing?”

Vaggie: “Those were cookies?”

Charlie: “Allegedly. In a previous life maybe.”

Vaggie: “Huh. They weren’t bad.”

Charlie: “They- Vaggie, you didn’t actually EAT-”

Vaggie: “After wrestling Angel Dust out of the third flower in a row? I was hungry. The kitchen was on fire earlier so I knew you’d made something. And they were sitting in a common area, unclaimed and unlabeled.”

Charlie: “I put CAUTION TAPE around them!!”

Vaggie: “We don’t have anyone staying here named Caution or Hazardous Waste. Not yet, anyway.”

Charlie: “ARE YOU FEELING OKAY!?”

Vaggie: “Fine. This isn’t about the uh, ‘alleged cookies’.”

Charlie: “Well then what is it about? Am I forgetting something else?”

Vaggie: “Maybe. Are you gonna answer my question now?”

Charlie: “Of course I know you love me, Vaggie. Absolutely."

Vaggie: "Then-"

Charlie: "A dangerous amount, even- you sure you’re feeling alright? Those cookies... poor Husk…”

Vaggie: “Husk is on average 40% alcohol and not used to solid foods. This was a good learning experience for him, trust me.”

Charlie: “I do! I do I do, I just, also really hope Angel Dust knows how to BE an actual bedside nurse as well as DRESS like one. A. Sexy one.”

Vaggie: “We’ll save Husk from medical malpractice in a minute. Right now though…”

Vaggie: (smooch the tol gf)

Charlie: “?”

Vaggie: “You don’t have to do extra things like this, sweetie.”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “Not that I didn’t love the thought behind it.”

Charlie: “There were no thoughts. Just, wow I love my girlfriend, wow I really hope she knows I love her.”

Vaggie: “I do. You’re amazing, and doing normal hotel crisis things with you is already amazing enough.”

Charlie: (droops) “I know, I know…”

Vaggie: “So?”

Charlie: “Well that’s the THING though! We’ve only been doing hotel stuff!”

Vaggie: “It’s a pretty wide range of activities you gotta admit.”

Charlie: “Oh sure right, sooo varied- stop a murder, fight to stop a murder, try not to do a murder, replace THIS fix THAT organize another group talk and go into red alert whenever the things get suspiciously quiet- go collect the bodies, probably reassemble them, pay the bills, supervised arts and crafts and Cherri still makes a BOMB somehow-”

Vaggie: “Everyone getting together to blow it up outside was kinda sweet.”

Charlie: “And that’s great! We’re doing great, things are going good, it’s just- WE don’t do anything that’s just for US.”

Vaggie: “That what’s bothering you?”

Charlie: “Bothering me? BOTHERING ME?? Vaggie our last outing together was dragging you back up to HEAVEN where the people who left you in hell also BLAKMAILED YOU!"

Vaggie: "Could've been worse."

Charlie: "IT WAS HORRIBLE! A NEGATIVE TIME TOGTHER! I’m gonna explode- I haven’t taken you on an actual date in MONTHS!!!”

Vaggie: “So let’s go then.”

Charlie: “I know we can’t just leave the hotel, but that doesn’t stop-”

Charlie: “…”

Charlie: “Huh?”

Vaggie: “Let’s go. We can take the rest of the night off.”

Charlie: “….can we?”

Vaggie: “Sure. Niffty’s busy with her new murder plant buddies, Husk’s busy being sick, Angel Dust’s busy with Husk, and Cherri Bomb… well. If the singing cannibal duo wants to keep playing exploding volleyball with her out back then that’s their problem, not ours.”

Charlie: “It’ll be our problem REAL quick if anyone spikes the bomb at the hotel!”

Vaggie: “It’ll be just another Tuesday, another hole in the wall, and a chance for Cherri to learn about the wonders of vacuum cleaners and wall plaster.”

Charlie: “Which you won’t be able to sleep knowing about until you’ve redone the whole thing yourself.”

Vaggie: “That’s still just another Tuesday.”

Charlie: “What about Husk being sick? AND suffering under Angel Dust’s dubiously sexy medical care?”

Vaggie: “If they’re bothering each other they can’t be getting into trouble with anyone else. Win-win.”

Charlie: “Niffty is building an army.”

Vaggie: “Good for her.”

Charlie: “She might be planning on wiping out all life in the hotel???”

Vaggie: “Hell forbid the cleaning ladies do anything.”

Charlie: “Why are you suddenly so okay with mess and chaos? You HATE messes and chaos! You patrol the hotel just to check everyone’s doing what you thought they’d be doing, based on all the little schedules you keep making on them!”

Vaggie: “Which they didn’t need to hear you yelling about but sure.”

Charlie: “You refold all my laundry so the creases line up just right! Why- oh no.”

Charlie: (gasp) “Vaggie, don’t panic, but I think the evil fail cookies are affecting you-”

Vaggie: “Charlie-” (laughing) “-no, they’re not. Maybe I’m fine with a little extra mess and chaos, if it means spending time with you.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Vaggie: “Triangle. Wanna go on a date with me?”

Charlie: “YE- wait, you’re sure though?”

Vaggie: “I’m sure.”

Charlie: “Really sure?”

Vaggie: “Very.”

Charlie: “It’s not a fun date if it makes you super stressed afterwards.”

Vaggie: “I’m always stressed. It’d be nice if I could at least get some uninterrupted ‘stare at my beautiful girlfriend’ time while I’m at it.”

Charlie: “The hotel’s gonna be in RUINS when we get back. Our friends might be on fire by then.”

Vaggie: “C’mon, they’re not our kids. They’re all responsible adults….”

Chaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “….they’re all adults…”

Charlie: “Who we’re kinda responsible for…?”

Vaggie: “Not for tonight.”

Charlie: (sighing) “That WOULD be nice.”

Vaggie: “So let’s make it happen. Date night?”

Charlie: “-ES YES YES YES YES-”

Vaggie: “That a yes?”

Charlie: “YES!!! I- Hold on, wait wait, I’ve got-”

Charlie: (pulls out several papers covered in writing and diagrams)

Charlie: “…I’ve got, let’s see here-”

Vaggie: “Notes?”

Charlie: “-seven quick pick up date ideas that don’t need ANY preparation-”

Vaggie: “You made plans for dates you didn’t even think we’d go on?”

Charlie: “Well it never hurts to dream about something, right? That way you get to have fun either way, and you’ll be ready if it does happen!”

Vaggie: “I love you.”

Charlie: (grinning) “You love that you’ve infected me with note cards and organizing thoughts and things~”

Vaggie: “That too.”

Charlie: “Well according to my wonderful notes, the least stressful date option is…. Cannibal Town!”

Vaggie: “They have that dress code don’t they.”

Charlie: “Unless you wanna get your cute butt chased for all the wrong reasons, yep! They do!”

Vaggie: “Is this you wanting to see me in a fancy-ass dress?”

Charlie: “And to stroll down the nicely kept streets arm-in-arm with you, enjoyed the quiet atmosphere not filled with random agonized screams, stopping to admire the beautiful and very well composted flower beds…”

Vaggie: “I’d stroll with you anywhere, so count me in.”

Charlie: “YES! Oh I already LOVE THIS- and Vaggie?”

Vaggie: “Yeah?”

Charlie: “I love you too.”

Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”

Charlie: “Heheh.”

Vaggie: “Honestly there’ve been like, zero hints about that all day.”

Charlie: “I promise I really was trying to be subtle.”

Vaggie: “There’s a lot of words for you, but subtle’s probably not one of them.”

Charlie: “I tried. I tried for youuuuuuu~ For the sake of my girlfriend, I was willing to go against my baser and more dramatic nature!”

Vaggie: “What’s more dramatic than man eating flowers, that’s what I’d like to know.”

Charlie: “A garden.”

Vaggie: “A g- a whole garden?”

Charlie: (shrug) “We’ve got plenty of empty rooms…”

Vaggie: “A garden, sweetie.”

Charlie: “I was thinking of putting a lot of trees and bushes in. Lots of stuff to hide behind.”

Vaggie: “Our own little patch of private picnic paradise, huh?”

Charlie: “Hm-hmm! Or for makeouts. Or both?”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “Not to spoil the mood but… speaking of plants and compost, on our date, should we bring the other half of the cannibal quartet over to Rosie’s while we’re headed there? Or, what’s left of them?”

Charlie: “Mmmmm NAAAH. I wanna have all hands free on the way over.”

Vaggie: “Hands free for what?”

Charlie: “Nothing~”

Vaggie: “Your hands are already on my ass, Charlie.”

Charlie: “Oh whoops!”

Vaggie: “I didn’t say you could move them.”

Charlie: “That’s why I’m not~”

Vaggie: “You’re in a mood tonight, aren’t you.” (muttering) “I’m not even the one off playing with carnivorous plants, so why's it suddenly feel like I’m in danger...”

Charlie: “Beecaaaause you look dangerously cute in a fancy dress.”

Vaggie: “Says the woman walking around in THAT suit.”

Charlie: “I have to dress sharp! I need to match with my girlfriend!”

Vaggie: “You’ve been wearing that exact same kind of suit since long before you even met me.”

Charlie: “Only through YEARS of unfulfilled potential!”

Vaggie: “Uh huh.”

Charlie: “Tragic, wasted beauty!”

Vaggie: “Hardly wasted with you in it.”

Charlie: “But it was! A jacket crying out for the one woman who’ll finally borrow and wear it the way it was always meant to be worn!”

Vaggie: “With the sleeves falling over my hands?”

Charlie: “With that adorable little blush when you snuggle down into it… Also, the way it falls to almost mid-thigh on you, and how you like wearing it with nothing el-”

Vaggie: “Is this a date night or a do not disturb night?”

Charlie: “Date night!”

Vaggie: “Then stop biting your lip at me.”

Charlie: “Aww.”

Vaggie: “And come help me pick out a fancy dress.”

Charlie: “!!! THE ONE FROM THE COMMERCIAL MAYBE???”

Vaggie: “Oh you liked that look, huh?” (snickering) “Aw babe- is THAT why you stay up replaying the commercial some nights?”

Charlie: “That’s… public image analysis…”

Vaggie: “Whatever you say. Now you now know how I feel every day.”

Charlie: (muttering) “lucky you.”

Vaggie: “You wanna switch things up for the date, or keep the suit?”

Charlie: “Keep, probably..? You like me in the suit~”

Vaggie: “I like you in a lot of things.”

Charlie: “R-right.”

Vaggie: “And nothing.”

Charlie: “I- same.” (horns start popping out) “Um.” (pushes them back in) “Could we also. Wear matching hats?”

Vaggie: “Of course we’re wearing matching hats. This is supposed to be a fancy date right?”

Charlie: “Very. Very fancy.”

Vaggie: “Well nothing’s fancier than hats."

Charlie: "WHEEE! With flowers on them, yeah!?"

Vaggie: "Have I ever let you down?”

Charlie: “Never.”

Vaggie: “And do you promise not to bring me anymore demonic flowers or singing quartets?”

Charlie: “… I’ll do my best.”

Vaggie: “Perfect.”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “I wouldn’t say no to a few more of those cookies though-”

Charlie: “NO.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, they were good.”

Charlie: “No. Absolutely no, I am NOT poisoning you on purpose. Not even if you ask me nicely and pout about it like that.”

Vaggie: “You deny the cookies?”

Charlie: “Don’t even start-”

Vaggie: “Girlfriend abuse. Toxic relationship alert.”

Charlie: “Those 'cookies' were the MOST TOXIC THING that our relationship has EVER seen!”

Vaggie: “They were made with love.”

Charlie: “And likely heavy metals? The fact that you willingly ate them is maybe the most WORRYING thing our relationship has ever seen…”

Vaggie: “Cough exorcist lie cough cough.”

Charlie: “Totally different. That didn’t put you in active danger-”

Niffty: “SPEAKING OF DANGER!”

Chaggie: (screaming)

Niffty: “My murder plant babies are in danger.”

Vaggie: “HOW can- how can those things BE in danger?”

Charlie: “NIFFTY PLEASE! The knocking?? The not dropping from air vents???”

Niffty: “Only in emergencies, I remember! This is an emergency. Husk is feeding himself to my murder plan babies.”

Vaggie: “Why.”

Niffty: “Escaping nurse Angel Dust and unnecessary CPR.”

Charlie: “Oh for-”

Vaggie: “Let him. They won’t kill him. Permanently, anyway.”

Charlie: “…. Hm.”

Niffty: “What if my murder babies get food poisoning from second hand bad cookies?”

Vaggie: “Seek revenge for them or something?”

Niffty: “OoooOOOH!”

Niffty: (scuttles away cackling)

Charlie: “Oh noooo, you’ve given her an idea-”

Vaggie: “Too late to stop her now. C’mon.” (grabbing charlie’s hand) “Make a break for our room before anyone else-”

Cherri Bomb: “Hey girls! Uh, you were planning on making a pit for a hotel swimming pool, right? Like, one already kinda full of blood? Right out back? Right???”

Chaggie: “….”

Charlie: “… Hello~! Charlie and Vaggie can’t be reached at the moment!”

Vaggie: “We’ll be out all night.”

Cherri Bomb: “And the pool of blood-?”

Charlie: “So please leave a message at the sound of the beep!”

Vaggie: “Beeeeep.” (at charlie) “Run.”  

Charlie: (scooping up vaggie) “My legs are longer-”

Vaggie: “Brilliant thinking sweetie now GO GO GO!!!”

Chaggie: (flees)

Cherri Bomb: “…..”

Cherri Bomb: “They take the u-haul thing seriously, huh.”

-their room-

Charlie: “….Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “Yeah?”

Charlie: “Stop it.”

Vaggie: “Stop what?”

Charlie: “Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “Mmm?”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “…..fine, FINE!” (groaning) “I’ll see about salvaging the burnt remains of the evil cursed cookie recipe when we get back. Now will you PLEASE stop messing with your flawless hair and put the dress on? Or anything!? Anything being put on would be good now too!”

Vaggie: (smiling) “No idea what you mean babe, but alright.” (quietly to herself) “Mission success.”

Charlie: “I heard that.”

-exiting hotel-

Vaggie: “Almost there.”

Charlie: “Oh please my dad who’s probably in a pile of duckies, please just let us make it out the d-”

(horrific screaming from deeper inside hotel)

Charlie: “…..”

Vaggie: “….”

Charlie: “We didn’t hear that.”

Vaggie: “We kinda already did, sweetie.”

Charlie: “No.” (pouting) “No. We can hear it when we get back.”

Vaggie: “Fine by me.”

Charlie: (SIGHING) “Even though we’re gonna hear allllll about not hearing it when we get back...”

Vaggie: “Worth it.”

Charlie: (grinning) “Think so?”

Vaggie: “Do you?”

Charlie: (already tugging them out the door by their entwined hands) “More than worth it.” (lifts and twirls vaggie down the hotel steps) “Whooosh!”

Vaggie: “Oh is THIS why you really wanted me in a fancy dress? For the ‘whoosh’?”

Charlie: “That, and for the way you smile when I whoosh you~”

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 23 (chan pov)

a/n: thank you @bahablastplz for editing! i really loved writing from chan's pov. i hope you all enjoy this one!!

[ read chapter 22 here ]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Of You

You haven’t spoken to me in days.

A few months ago, this wouldn’t have bothered me at all. I would have been fine with it. I would have preferred it. Here I am now, silently pleading with you at the table to look at me. But you don’t. And it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said those things to you the other night. I shouldn’t have fucked you like that.

Seeing you hurt as a direct result of my actions has never been easy to accept. In the beginning I brushed it off as being necessary. After you bulldozed through the walls I had up, though, it felt impossible to reassemble them. I’m Humpty fucking Dumpty over here.  

Should I have sent you away when you showed up at our house? Lee Know was in charge of the applicants, so I was floored seeing you walk in behind Seungmin that day. If I’d seen you amongst the candidates beforehand, I would have rejected it...maybe. I would have at least been able to spare you of the bullshit I put you through then, and again now. It’s unfair to you. I know it is.

But once you were here, I didn’t want you to leave. I pushed you away because I needed you to make the choice to go—I’m too selfish when it comes to you, I learned that quickly. I’ve never felt this way about anything before and I honestly don’t know how to cope with it. I feel whole when I’m with you in general, I feel invincible when I’m fucking you…how can this possibly be wrong?

Now I’m left hanging on to the tiniest of threads that connect us and I’m trying not to cling too hard for fear that it will snap from all the weight I bear in this. The thought of losing you terrifies me. And I know it’s inevitable.

I attempt to talk to you after dinner when I see you in the hallway. I want to apologize for my actions, but you cut me off.

“Don’t be. You’re right. We should want to do this and I’m going to give it a try.”

I feel consumed with rage at your words. I want to lash out and scream or punch a hole through the goddamn wall. But I don’t. I let you go.

I have to let you go.  

On Sunday when you come to my room to grab your sheets, you don’t say anything. I deserve it though, don’t I? If I hadn’t taken that trip with you my father wouldn’t have grown suspicious. I wouldn’t have to give you up for the next two weeks when I already have so little time left with you. If I hadn’t opened up to you, this wouldn’t be so hard on both of us. And on top of all that, I’m the one who told you we should be open to this first. I’m reaping what I’ve sown.

Allie comes in a little while later to put her sheets on your bed. The sight of them there doesn’t look right. Neither does she.

I watch as she moves around my room, oblivious to my mood and making small talk. I’m responsive…I think.  I will myself to feel some kind of emotion while looking at her—even if it’s just lust. She’s pretty, I could be attracted to her. If I call her over to my bed right now, she’d come. I could fuck her…but I don’t want to.

My ears perk up when she says she wants to spend the first night with me. As much as I want to object, I don’t. I can’t, really.

After dinner, I quickly shower and get into my own bed with the lights off before she returns. I can’t fall asleep, though. I’m thinking about you. Who are you staying with tonight? Are you sleeping in their bed?

I’m still wide awake when she comes back in, wearing just a towel. I can’t even be bothered to take a gander.

It disturbs me.

She shouldn’t be here. 

“Chan? Are you asleep?” she calls out into the darkness.

I remain silent and still. I hear her change into her pajamas and climb in her—your—bed, and finally feel relaxed enough to actually try falling asleep.

She stays with Hyunjin for the next three days and it feels like a relief. I’d rather be alone. But…being alone, with my thoughts does little to help me. I can’t stop thinking about you. What are you doing? Is Seungmin being good to you?

As fucked up as my mental and emotional state are, on Jeongin’s birthday I can’t keep being a recluse. He’ll be offended if I don’t show up for a little while, at least. So, I join the others in the basement for drinks and karaoke. Drinking to drown my sorrows is not something I enjoy, but tonight I want to. Especially since Allie will be in my room. I don’t want to do anything I might regret—but have you?

I’m one drink deep by the time you come in with Changbin. You seem happy. He offers to get you a drink, which I don’t mind. Then he calls you his girl. Which I do mind.

At that, I finish what’s left in my cup and give myself another heavy-handed pour of whiskey to replenish it. Have you fucked him? I wonder. The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach. I can’t help but feel selfish. In this fucked up situation, I know none of these guys would do anything to intentionally harm you. I know you’re in good hands, but…fuck. I don’t want anyone else on this entire planet to have you.

As the night carries on, everyone’s having a good time and I’m sulking in the corner like a toddler that’s been forced to share his favorite toy. I don’t know how else to feel right now. I am used to seeing you be flirtatious with Hyunjin. Seeing you cuddled up to Changbin on the couch, though, makes me want to snatch you away from him and claim you in front of everyone. But I can’t.

I can’t even be mad at him. He means well. And when he gets up to perform, I’m left smiling at his antics. I couldn’t seriously hate any of them, even if you are involved. I’ve known them for too long. These are my brothers. At the end of everything, they’re the ones who will be with me the rest of my life. Not you.

“Chan-hyung!”

I’m ripped form my confuddled thoughts when Jeongin says my name. I immediately shake my head—I’m not in the mood.

“For my birthday,” he adds. “Stop being boring and old.”

I frown at that.

Then Lee Know is marching towards me, grabbing me by the arm, and pulling me to the other room. I don’t put up too much of a fight—I’m old and boring, after all.

“For your birthday,” I look pointedly at Jeongin to which he beams back at me. “What do you wanna hear?”

“That new song you were finishing up last week,” he says.

“No, not that,” I shake my head.

For my music production minor, I’ve been spending more time in the studio than usual. There’s no better way to get my feelings and frustrations out than through music. Tortured artist and all that.

“Yes, that. It’s my birthday.”

He’s really milking this birthday thing. He connects his phone to the speaker, and I silently curse myself for having sent him the song. Everything I’ve done lately has come back to slap me in the face.

The melody starts to play, and I let out a sigh, trying to shake my troublesome thoughts and get into performance mode. I turn to face the TV; I can’t look at you while I sing this.

“Got so many questions, you seek information. No need to be desperate, we’re just getting started.”

I started writing this song before we even took our trip, but only just booked the studio time to record it. The lyrics cut deeper now than when I originally wrote them. They reveal the way I’ve felt about you. The way I still feel about you.

This is bad, isn’t it?

Do you hate it?

Are you repulsed after the way I treated you?

As I continue singing, I turn around to face everyone. My eyes find you first. You seem taken aback—it’s understandable.

“Locked in sight, we’re in trouble. A lock and a key making rumbles. I know you want me, don’t crumble.”

I avert my gaze before the next lyrics. Looking at you and singing them will make me crumble. But I mean every single word. I never thought I’d meet someone that feels so perfect for me. Why did it have to be like this?

When the song is over, I pass the mic to Rhiannon and retreat back to the bar. You’re performing now. You’re smiling and happy…all the things I wish I could make you. But I can’t. I’m not allowed to. Not for real anyways.

My eyes are so focused on you that I don’t notice Allie until she’s snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Earth to Chan—you okay?” she places a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m good,” I say, sitting up straight and drinking from my cup.

She’s standing between my legs. Again, I will myself to feel something…anything. Maybe not unbridled attraction, but at least a desire to fuck her. It doesn’t happen. I raise a hand to her waist to test it out, but it doesn’t feel right. I could kiss her right now, get it over with.

“I have class at 8 so I’m gonna head up. You coming?”

I shrug, dropping my hand from her waist.

“Come on,” she says, sliding her hand down my arm to my wrist.

I let her pull me off the chair and up the stairs with her. I guess I could go to my room with her. I probably should.

So, I do. I follow her up the steps, her hand still holding my wrist. We get to my room, and she shuts the door behind us.

“I’m gonna shower first,” I say, in hopes the steam will clear my mind up.

She releases my wrist and I retreat to my bathroom.

I should fuck her. I really should. Even though I don’t feel physically attracted to her, I can think of you to make my dick hard. Then I can fuck her and get you out of my head. I can end this turmoil.

The shower does little to make me feel better. Nothing can make me feel better.

Except you.

I spend far longer than necessary in there and when I get out, I’ve lost all conviction to sleep with her. As I re-enter my room, I’m hoping and praying that she has fallen asleep.

She hasn’t.

“Get some rest…I’m gonna go make a snack.”

“I can make you something,” she offers, pushing the sheets back.

“No, it’s okay—thank you, though. Go to sleep.”

She nods and pulls the blankets back over her.

Downstairs, I sit down on the couch and turn the TV on. I’m not even hungry. I just didn’t want to be in my room with her. I’ve never felt so hung up on someone before, it leaves me at a loss of what to do. If I fuck her, it would only be to help myself move on from you. I’m just not convinced it would work. And I’d hate myself after for it. But have you already moved on? The thought keeps plaguing me.

I remain in place, rooted to the couch, as the others start to file out of the basement. First Han and Charlotte, then Lee Know, then comes Changbin…and you.

He’s drunk. He has one arm slung over your shoulder, and both of yours are wrapped around his waist to support him. You help him up the stairs without so much as a glance in my direction. What are you going to do up there? I want to go up there after you, but I can’t.

The sounds coming from the TV start to annoy me. I mute it and stare blankly at the moving images. I don’t know how much time passes in silence. My attention is drawn to the stairs at the sound of footsteps coming down.

It’s you.

You immediately look away from me and proceed into the kitchen. I shouldn’t follow you. But I’m up and off the couch before I can stop myself. I’m drawn to wherever you are. I’m a magnet and you’re my true north.

With every step I take towards you the voice in my head—my father’s voice—is telling me to stop and turn around and I hate it. I hate that voice. I hate that it wants to steal the one piece of unadulterated happiness I’ve felt in years. You feel like bliss. You feel like hope.

He threatened to make you leave. I swear to God I nearly fucking broke right then and there. He can yell and berate me all he wants, but to threaten to take you away before our time is up? Out of the question. I put up a front, acted nonchalant about you.

‘She doesn’t mean anything, Appa.’

 Lie.

You mean everything.

When I enter the kitchen, you’re grabbing water bottles from the pantry. I don’t have a plan, but I know I need to be near you, so I walk over to the pantry and wait for you to turn around.

The second your eyes land on me, all traces of feeling confused and lost leave my body. I’m found. My body is filled with the purest warmth, and I have to touch you to get more of it. I have to have you. You avert your eyes to the water bottles in your hand and I feel a pain in my chest.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you towards me.

It’s an unfair question. You don’t know this inward battle I’ve been fighting since you showed up here. But I don’t know what else to say. It’s less of a question and more of a plea, really.

“I’m not doing anything,” you say softly. “I’m just…existing.”

“That’s all it takes, honestly,” I reply.  

“Chan,” you whisper, shaking your head, eyes still on the water bottles.

You won’t look up at me. Why won’t you look at me? I need you to look at me.

I take a few steps back from the pantry and bring you with me. This is the most I’ve touched you in a week. I’m not letting you go. I hold your waist with one hand and use the other to grab the water bottles, two by two, from your hand and set them on the counter before returning my attention to you.

“I feel like I’m in shambles when I’m away from you,” I admit, hooking a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at me.

“You’re drunk,” you say, trying to push me away.

I hold on to you tighter, standing my ground.

“I miss you.”

You close your eyes and sigh, shaking your head again. You don’t believe me?

“You can’t.”

“But I do.” I say, bending down to nuzzle my face into your neck.

If you push me away again, I’ll take that as a sign. If you’ve made up your mind, I’ll have to live with it.

I wait for it, but it doesn’t happen.

Instead, you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me closer to you. I take in a deep breath and feel the stars align as the familiar smell of your skin ensnares my senses.

My hand leaves your waist and trails up your back, into your hair. I grab a handful of it and tug back on it. You look up at me with those soft fucking doe eyes that make my insides melt. The complete and utter trust you have in me. I can see it.

I smash my lips against yours, maybe too hard, but I don’t care. I want you. I fucking miss you.

You don’t hesitate to kiss me back, just as passionately. Do you miss me too?

I grab you by the waist and hoist you up on the counter as we kiss. My hands fumble at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. I want you so bad. Why am I nervous? And then, you’re helping me, leaning back and lifting your hips to push them down. I pull them off and toss them on the floor beside us. I scoot you to the edge of the counter and lower myself to my knees.

You tangle your hands in my hair as I rub my nose along your slit, inhaling my favorite scent. You smell so good, baby girl. I use my tongue on you next, needing to have you with all my senses. You throw your head back and let out a quiet whimper as I continue to fill myself with what I’ve been deprived of. What I don’t want to go without.

You.

My hands grip your thighs and as I’m licking, lapping, fucking you with my tongue, the emotions I so desperately willed myself to experience earlier surface. And I know then. I know I’m done for. How can I willingly give this up?

I stand from my knees and pull you off the counter, covering your mouth with mine again.

Do you like the way you taste on me? Your moan says yes.

“My cock throbs every time I see you, y/n,” I tell you, breaking the kiss as I turn you around, groping your breasts over your t-shirt. Your head falls back against my shoulder and litter the side of your neck with kisses. I pull you against me and press my hips against yours. I want you to feel how hard I am. How hard you make me. I could come in my pants right now, without even fucking you.

I’m helpless when it comes to you. Can’t you see that?

“Tell me to stop,” I plead, resting my cheek on yours and thrusting my hips against you again.

You shake your head and lean over on the counter, poking your ass out at me. You’re such a good fucking girl. I slap your ass with the palm of my hand, watching as it jiggles in the dimly lit kitchen. I grab a hand full of it, squeezing tightly.

I push my shorts and boxers down and grab my cock with one hand, holding your hips steady with the other. I rub my cock up and down your slit, groaning at how wet you are. Your pussy is always so wet and ready for me. Do you need me just as much as I need you?

“Every time before I fuck you,” I say, teasing your opening as you moan, “I tell myself I can live without it.”

I ease myself inside of you and we both let out the biggest sigh of relief at the same time.

“But I can’t,” I continue, slowly withdrawing. “I fucking can’t.”

I thrust myself back inside of you with as much force as I can and all hell breaks loose.

I realize the precarious situation we’re in. In the kitchen. But I could not care any less. My cock is home inside of you. This is where I’m supposed to be. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.  

I keep thrusting into you and you fuck me back. You want me just as much as I want you, don’t you? But do you need me like I need you? I can’t ask you that, so I just fuck you harder instead. It’s not healthy to communicate this way, but I can’t bring myself to say these desperate words to you. You take each thrust of my hips without running away and I love it. I fucking love—

No. No. I can’t.

The sound of your hushed moans, combined with the knowledge that we could be caught at any second, have all of my nerves standing at attention. You grip the edges of the counter as I grip your waist, pulling you back against me as hard as I can.

Mine.

Right now, I don’t care if you’ve fucked Seungmin or Changbin or both. They can’t hold a candle to what we have when we’re together like this. That much I’m certain of.

You’re mine, y/n.

You stand on your tiptoes and arch your back. I grit my teeth, and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake off my release. I need more. But even with my eyes closed, I can picture how you look in front of me. I have every curve of your body memorized; do you know that? The dimples on your back that I love pressing my thumbs into when I grip your hips. The thought makes me growl as I pummel into you harder and faster.

You’re perfect. I need you to know that. With every thrust, every grunt, every moan. I need you to know.

“Chan,” I hear you say and my eyes snap open.

I see your hand buried between your legs, rubbing your clit and working yourself to an orgasm.

Yes. Please, baby girl. Come on my cock.

I feel your pussy, my pussy, clench around my cock as your legs start to shake and I let myself go too; thrusting into you with reckless abandon as I come.

I’m convinced there’s no better feeling in the world.

I’m glad you stayed.

I’m glad I didn’t see your name on the list before you showed up.

Your legs continue to quiver as I lay myself across your back, leaving my cock inside of you.

I don’t want to move.

I don’t want you to leave me.

[ read chapter 24 here ]

a/n: HOW ARE WE FEELING, MY LOVES? poor baby chan is stuck between a rock and a (constantly) hard place. i am so so so excited to hear your thoughts.

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matters of the heart // ukitake jushiro & kyoraku shunsui (pt. 1)

tw ⇢ suggestive content, implied threesome, love triangle but not really, strong sexual tension, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, mild angst

wc ⇢ 2.3k

part one | part two | part three

"Ukitake, you really need to get a handle on yourself," Kyōraku chuckled, sauntering into the room. "Your spiritual pressure is all over the place, I could feel it down the hall."

He shot a pointed look at you where you sat perched on the edge of Ukitake's bed, one hand resting gently on the sickly captain's arm. Despite your casual closeness, Ukitake's face was adorably flushed, eyes widening at Kyōraku's teasing observation.

"Wh-What are you implying, Shunsui?" Ukitake managed, attempting to gather his dignity despite his deepening blush. "We were just talking about the upcoming training schedules."

"Mmhmm, I'm sure," Kyōraku laughed easily, waving away the excuse as he ambled closer. "And I'm sure it had nothing to do with our dear friend leaning over you in that delightfully distracting way."

You arched an eyebrow at the two men, decidedly unoffended by the banter. As someone who practically grew up with them over the centuries, you were quite accustomed to their cheekiness. If anything, you enjoyed leaning into their flirtations on occasion.

"Why Shunsui, are you jealous?" you purred teasingly. "I assure you, I'm more than happy to come lean over you as well if you're feeling left out."

You punctuated the words with a sultry wink. Ukitake immediately dissolved into a fit of embarrassed sputtering while Kyōraku let out a rich belly laugh.

"My, my! At last, the delightfully bold honesty I've come to expect from you, my dear," the gregarious captain chuckled deeply. "Though I'm afraid leaning may not be enough to satisfy an old dog like me."

"Kyōraku!" Ukitake managed, tone somewhere between scolding and pleading as the flush crept down his neck. You simply grinned, reveling in flustering the usually unflappable captains.

With an effortless playfulness born from centuries of camaraderie, you rose from the bed and sauntered over to Kyōraku. You reached up to blatantly straighten the fall of his shirt, letting your hands linger a beat too long while holding his gaze brazenly.

"Perhaps another time then, Captain," you murmured in a voice meant to carry. "Wouldn't want poor Ukitake's heart to give out from overexertion, after all."

You threw a wink over your shoulder at the sputtering white-haired captain as you sashayed from the room, leaving the two men in a state of cheerfully ruffled bemusement in your wake.

Kyōraku watched you depart with an appreciative chuckle, eyes twinkling mischievously as he turned back towards Ukitake. The pale-haired captain was still blushing furiously, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to reassemble his frazzled composure.

"You know Ukitake," Kyōraku began conversationally, a teasing lilt entering his rich tone. "One of these days you're going to have to stop looking like a lovestruck schoolboy every time our ravishing friend graces you with that wickedly delicious attention."

Ukitake shot him a halfhearted glower, finally finding his voice. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come now, don't play coy!" Kyōraku tsked, settling himself comfortably at Ukitake's bedside with a lazy grin. "It's painfully obvious you're still carrying that self-same hopeless torch you've been nursing since our Academy days."

A fleeting look of mingled fondness and melancholy flickered across the worldly captain's expression. "Why, I can still vividly picture that first time you completely lost your words after taking one look at our lovely friend. A new student positively radiant with promise...who somehow instantly rendered the Regent Genius himself into a speechless sapling."

Ukitake's flush now had shifted into more rueful territories, his expression softening with the warmth of nostalgia. "Yes, well...she did make quite the striking first impression, I'll admit."

"That she did," Kyōraku agreed with an indulgent smile. "Almost incomprehensible grace and elegance housed in such a tiny slip of a thing. Utterly captivating in a way none of us young bucks could resist."

A weighted pause stretched between them as memories of those long-gone Academy days resurfaced - hazy recollections of playful flirtations and burgeoning attractions flickering in the spaces between words. Ukitake's throat worked minutely before he dragged his gaze up to meet Kyōraku's knowingly.

"You weren't immune to her charms either, old friend," he murmured, holding the other captain's stare levelly. "If I recall, you became quite the shameless flatterer whenever she was around."

Kyōraku's wolfish grin returned full force as he reclined back with a careless shrug. "Well of course I did! I may have been young and foolish, but I wasn't blind." His expression softened slightly as he let nostalgia bleed into his words once more. "Though we both know where your focus truly lied even then, Ukitake. It was painfully, endearingly obvious you were a gone cause from that very first moment."

Ukitake's only response was a soft huff of laughter as he settled back into his pillows, expression distant as the decades and centuries blurred together into an endless tapestry of affectionate longing. Kyōraku watched him descend into those bittersweet recollections for a long moment before continuing in a quieter tone.

"And that same hopeless ardor has only bloomed more magnificently with each passing era, hasn't it?" His dark eyes glinted with a strange melancholic intensity. "Even now, after becoming captains, growing into the full bloom of our power...you've never wavered from that steadfast yearning for something more with our dazzling companion."

Ukitake was quiet for a heartbeat, digesting the profundity of Kyōraku's observation. When he spoke again, his voice was little more than a rasping whisper edged with deeply buried embers of profound emotion.

"There are some affections that transcend the temporal constraints of a single life, Kyoraku." He lifted his gaze to lock with his old friend's, a universe of unspoken longing and tender fealty burning behind the banked jade fires there. "She is...and always has been...the lodestar of my devotion. My truest reason for persevering through each waning era, always burning brilliantly on the horizon of the next."

Kyōraku held that blazing regard for an endless, weighted moment. Then he twisted his expression into a small, rueful smile and inclined his head in a subtle nod of understanding and acceptance.

"Well then," he murmured at last. "I supposed that settles matters rather definitively."

With an inscrutable look flickering behind his eyes, Kyōraku rose fluidly and started towards the door, pausing briefly with one hand resting on the frame.

"For what it's worth, my friend...I don't believe anyone could have hoped for a worthier recipient of such profound fealty than our dear Captain. She has always represented the very soul of the Gotei's honor and nobility, after all."

Then, with a final indulgent smile cast back over his shoulder, Kyōraku took his leave - surrendering the still silence of the chamber to the blazing truth of Ukitake's interminable yearning.

You sauntered into the dimly lit officers' club, eyes instantly landing on Kyōraku's unmistakable silhouette slouched in a corner booth. A lazy grin tugged at your lips as you made your way over, the lingering stress of the day's duties already dissipating.

"Well, well, getting started without me I see," you drawled, sliding into the booth opposite the shameless layabout of a captain. "Though I can't say I'm surprised."

Kyōraku's eyes danced with mirth as he pushed an already filled sake cup across the table in your direction. "You know me, my dear - I simply couldn't resist getting a head start on this week's well-earned debauchery."

"Mmm, debauchery indeed," you hummed in agreement, scooping up the proffered drink and firing off a saucy wink. "Does that mean I should expect a reprisal of the good old Academy days tonight, Shunsui?"

You punctuated the teasing lilt with a meaningful pause, watching realization slowly dawning across Kyōraku's roguish features. His grin stretched wider as an undisguised heat flared to life in his dark gaze, dragging appreciatively over your lithe form.

"Well now...I'd almost forgotten what a deliciously incorrigible tease you can be when properly motivated," he purred, voice taking on a silken rasp. "Tell me - are we talking about those drunken nights when a few too many drinks inevitably led to wandering hands and sloppy kisses galore?"

You barked out a bright laugh, knocking back the sake as flashes of tangled limbs and swapped caresses flitted through your mind's eye. "Don't play coy, you insatiable lech. We both know it went well beyond just kissing by the time the three of us got sufficiently inebriated and curious."

Kyōraku made an indulgent rumble of agreement low in his throat. "So it did, so it did. Do you suppose poor, sweet Ukitake even remembers just how thoroughly we indulged our baser urges with one another back then?"

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, practically leering at you over the rim of his cup. You scoffed, though you couldn't deny the frisson of heat uncurling low in your belly at the blatantly salacious turn in conversation.

"Are you kidding? With how easily Jūshiro blushes even at the mildest insinuation these days?" You snorted inelegantly, reaching for the sake decanter to refill your cup. "I'd bet my haori that prim and proper act is just a front to cover up how vividly he recalls every scorching caress and indecent proposal from those wild nights."

A wicked gleam entered Kyōraku's eye as he leaned across the table with wolfish relish. "Is that so? Well then...perhaps it's high time we endeavor to pry those delectable memories from our sweet Ukitake's repressed subconscious once more."

You matched his lascivious grin with one of your own, anticipation curling hot and insistent in your core.

"I'll drink to that," you murmured throatily, clinking your cups together as fresh sparks of delight danced between your heated stares.

After all, if anyone could tempt that dishearteningly innocent veneer from Ukitake and resurrect glimpses of his Academy self's wild indulgences...it would surely be the two of you.

The drinks flowed freely as you and Kyōraku descended into increasingly risqué reminiscing about the wild indulgences of your days together. With each cup emptied, the heat between you seemed to ratchet higher - burning glances, lingering touches, and blatantly suggestive remarks growing more and more brazen.

By the time you finally stumbled out into the cool night air, thoroughly buzzed and flushed with residual desire, the atmosphere had taken on an unmistakable charge. Kyōraku's arm was slung low around your waist, thumb tracing idle circles against the jut of your hipbone in a way that made your breath hitch.

"You know..." he rumbled as you meandered aimlessly down the path towards your quarters. "We never did quite get around to recreating some of those more...intimate recollections in explicit detail tonight."

His voice was a smoky rasp against the curve of your ear, one calloused palm drifting with clear intent along the swell of your hip. You shivered at the naked suggestion, unconsciously leaning into his solid heat.

"Is that so?" you purred back, tipping your head to graze your lips in a featherlight tease along the sharp line of his jaw. "What a terrible oversight on our part, Shunsui. We really ought to rectify that..."

A low groan reverberated through Kyōraku's broad chest as you pressed closer still. His hand slid purposefully lower to cup your backside, pulling your bodies flush in a way that left no ambiguity to his interest. You could feel the rigid line of his arousal through the layers of clothing and felt a molten thrill zip down your spine.

But even as heat flooded your veins with liquid desire, a small, persistent voice in the back of your mind rang with gentle warning. Reminding you that however intoxicatingly tempting Kyōraku's familiar body and lascivious attentions were in that hazy moment...he wasn't the one you truly longed for on the deepest level.

Before you could fully process that prickling sense of reluctance, Kyōraku stiffened almost imperceptibly against you. Then, with what seemed like a monumental force of will, he drew back slightly - leaving a hairsbreadth of cooler air between you that managed to clear some of the lust-fogged haze.

"We should stop," he rasped out in a strained tone, features taut as he visibly fought to rein himself back under control. "As much as my baser urges are screaming otherwise... I know your heart lies elsewhere, my dear."

You blinked up at him owlishly, thrown by both his words and the abrupt check on the thick undercurrents of desire that had been steadily spiraling higher between you all night. Kyōraku's gaze smoldered into yours, rich brown irises blazing with veiled emotions that had your breath catching somewhere low in your belly.

"There are...certain lines that perhaps shouldn't be crossed, no matter how alluring the indulgence," he continued gruffly, calloused thumb tracing a maddeningly slow path along the line of your hipbone. "Especially not when affairs of the heart are involved."

You felt your expression slacken in stunned realization as the implication of Kyōraku's murmured confession sank in like a lead weight. Of course...this was about Ukitake and whatever profoundly tangled yearnings your oldest friend harbored for you.

Something hot and bittersweet twisted in your chest as you studied the naked vulnerability flickering in Kyōraku's gaze. Your throat worked convulsively as you attempted to process the magnitude of what he was trying to convey without words.

You opened your mouth, not quite sure if you meant to protest, question, or simply surrender to the pregnant silence stretching between you. But no articulation seemed adequate - or necessary - in that fraught instant.

Because Kyōraku was already moving again, ducking his head to claim your lips in a scorching, openmouthed caress flooded with infinite regret and unspoken apologies. You inhaled sharply, feeling your body bow against his as the clash of tongues robbed you of breath.

As abruptly as the devastatingly intimate kiss began, it was over. Kyōraku drew back, taking the scant inches of distance between you like a physical blow. His gaze searched yours with a blazing intensity one final time before he turned on his heel and strode away without another word.

You were left standing there, chest heaving and skin still tingling from the brand of his kiss, feeling as though the world had tilted irreversibly off its axis. Because in that singular moment of connection and unequivocal rejection...

...you realized that Kyōraku's resolute fealty to Ukitake's yearning desire for you may ultimately prove the more exquisite and lancing intimacy of all.

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World Bearer Part 1

Bearing his child as he was fighting in Shibuya

It wasn't intended neither it was accident, the child you caress in your womb, it was the result of love. A couple of days earlier barely even recalling the dates, news came unto you as Shoko informed you of Gojo captured, impossible..

He promised

He always promises y/n, you thought to yourself having filled with worry and doubt this time the result would be different, this time he wouldn't be able to be by your side, the last smile he gave you, the last kiss, it floods all to your every bit of sanity left.

You wept unsure of what to do, this is bad for your child. It's stressing you out knowing you can't do anything and you can't ask anyone about it. It pains you that you cannot be beside him nor come to his rescue, you carry the world inside you and you can't risk to lose any of which.

Your whole relationship with him was hidden deeper than 6 feet graves could even speak, only Shoko were informed and were supposed to be the only person besides him to assist you on giving birth.

'missed a call from Shoko'

You missed her first call as you were to focused on picking up some shards of glass, you dropped the mug you and Gojo share for every morning coffee.

Broken. You struggle to bend down as your belly bump is clearly on the way, you stood up and checked your phone to your surprise

Is it finally good news

You called back as she picked up in a hurry, she seemed to hesitate to tell, she hesitated to cause anymore stress than to bear the very weight of the next possibly most powerful sorcerer to mankind in the next generation. Even the weight of the child causes a wave of imbalance in the world between curses and the burden of being expected to be the sword and shield for the most dangerous circumstances awaits your child if his birth were to be exposed and known to the world.

It's what Gojo went through afterall

"y/n listen, Gojo is out now and currently facing curses and possibly Sakuna. I am called for support for the sorcerers in Shibuya—" she paused for what seemed eternity, fueling my anxiety and worry.

"y/n I just wanted to tell you to worry a bit less, he told me to relay you his message: I'd win, I'd be there when our son is born. I'm the strongest afterall" Shoko whispered to the phone as I let out a little chuckle still with a hint of nervous yet comfort. Atleast feel a little ease for the child you bear, for the child you birth with Gojo beside you.

"Thank you Shoko" I whispered back, your voice crack and break devours the silence of the room.

2 hours pass, and shit you feel building up contractions, painfully telling you your world is about to arrive. You rush to get some lukewarm water, a damp towel, quickly sterilize some scissors and a warm blanket

Yet he is not here, he's in battle, fighting

Unable to contact anyone else you try to reach for Shoko again. Afraid, you're just straight up afraid. Your timing your contractions yourself as you lay down your soft bed sheets, slowly painting it with blood. Gojo is in his battlefield and so are you, you combat the pain as you try to push harder and harder not trying to pass out on the way.

One

Two

Three

You push, again

One

Two

You push, you can't stop here. Your child needs to get out now

You gave another hard push screaming your lungs out, cursing, fist balled in the sheets as the other scratched the bed board.

Finally, a cry

Don't faint, don't faint

You pick yourself up, positioning yourself to sit back at the bed frame for support. Picking up your child and expertly cutting his umbilical cord before you could finally fix your eyes on your child you made sure to hear his heart beat, your scared you did a step wrong.

But his heart beat as loud as he cried, you admire your child clearly reassembling your husband. His hair and the same goes for his eye lashes, white as snow, his eyes with a hint of you a hue of purple and mainly the blue skies, high and mighty, adding the captivating and deep capture of the ocean you admire from Gojo.

You cried, as your child slept in your arms. A call notifies your phone enough for you to immediately answer before it wakes up your son.

"He's here" you said as Shoko could picture your smile from the phone call before she could even speak a word, her seconds of silence sends you a break of her heart like she's about to break another bad news for you.

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business matter — chapter 108.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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"i'll be back later, okay?" notified sejeong as she pulled the doorknob. "if you need anything just call me." she offered.

"don't worry, you will only be gone for a few hours." calmed serim from the living room couch. "ning is here." she pointed her index finger at the girl who paced around the place looking for pillows to pile up and then lay on top of.

"i'm here." affirmed the younger girl, pointing her thumbs at herself and smiling graciously.

"okay." kim gave them a tender look back. "see you later." she bid goodbye and then left the apartment as she would be going to dinner with her friends.

"there are no more pillows, you've grabbed them all already." joked the owner of the department who, turning her attention back to the other, noticed that she was still on her mission to assemble a bed on the floor.

"it's not finished yet." laughed ningning, focused on continuing her search.

"why don't you just lie on the couch with me?" she proposed, her voice soft, welcoming.

"because you're so restless." she confessed in amusement.

"that was once." she reminisced about one of the many movie nights they'd had where ningning had decided to snuggle up to serim, but the older girl, not being interested in the movie, had been unable to stay in place. "you know i'm not always like that."

"semmie, i'm sorry i have to be the one to tell you." she closed her eyes and put her hand on her chest dramatically. "but you're, indeed, always like that." she sentenced, innocently teasing the older girl.

serim let out a laugh, she couldn't contradict her, yes it was hard for her to keep still and she knew ningning was perfectly aware of that, as no one had as much patience for her as she did. but it was a movie date and it didn't make any sense for them to sit in different places during the night.

other than that, serim would do anything to have a pretty woman in her arms.

jang stood up, walked over to the makeshift bed the girl was setting up to grab one of the cushions and threw it back on the couch, repeating the action with the rest.

"hey!" ningning knew the reasons why the whimsical serim was doing it so she couldn't help but find it funny. "leave my bed." she ran over to where the objects were being shot to try to return them to the place she had put them before, but it only became an endless loop.

"i'm your date!" she remembered. "you have to cuddle with me!" she said with obviousness.

"it's not my fault you have hyperactivity!" the youngest attacked.

ningning realized that trying to reassemble the mattress was pointless if serim didn't stop actively ruining it, so she opted to stop the woman, taking steps towards her, even walking over the pillows, and resting her open palms on the older one's abdomen to exert force, thus pushing her away from her creation. the taller one resisted, using her legs to hold herself in place, she brought her hands to those of the blackhaired one to grab them and pull them away from her body, managing to lift them into the air with some effort, but now facing the struggle of yizhuo who would not give up so easily. they both pushed against each other, slightly trying to see who would lose balance first, while laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

serim was now determined not only to get the girl to lie down next to her and watch television, but, because of her competitive nature, also to win this battle of strength and equilibration. since there were no rules, nor was it an officially determined game, she had the idea of bringing her hold on ningning down and to the sides of their bodies. doing so, all the force the chinese was exerting was no longer supported, so her body lost its grip, and she suddenly went forward, crashing into serim's. jang, still holding her, hugged her around the waist, thus keeping both pairs of hands against the younger's back.

the reality is that serim was only doing her best to rest advantages from ning and prevent her from knocking her down, but when she lowered her gaze and met her face directly because of the closeness she had caused, she figured that the next thing to do was to kiss her.

she suddenly leaned towards the girl and joined her lips with hers, ningning still deprived of mobility in her arms could only reciprocate, although she had no objection, she had been waiting weeks for some moment that felt right to do exactly that, and she never thought it would be serim who initiated it. it was a deep kiss, intense, but without any rush, the kind that all first kisses should be, where you get to know the other person and give them a place in you.

serim let go of the shorter and this one almost instinctively slid her hands around her waist, while jang held ningning's face between her fingers subtly keeping it in place so that their mouths could not pull away. silence reigned in the apartment, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard as they caressed each other with affection and patience, as ningning had always had for serim.

eventually the contact was broken, but they both kept such a short distance that they could have connected again if only they opened their lips, taking in the opposing presence and adjusting to it, enjoying it, their breaths colliding on each other's skin.

everything was fine, so why did it feel wrong?

they were both enveloped in that feeling that nothing made sense. the awareness of knowing that they had done nothing wrong, that they should be satisfied with the display of affection, and the subconscious leave that the natural order of things was being altered.

"was that because you genuinely wanted to do it or because you are desperate to somehow fill jimin's absence?" it was yizhuo who filled that existential void with words, almost without processing what she was saying, she could only find it in herself to be honest.

"ning," serim gave a sigh to then arrange the girl's hair, looking at her tenderly, but also somewhat wearily. "i wanted to do it." she confirmed, and she wasn't lying,

but wanting to do it didn't discount her desperation to get yu jimin out of her head.

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

[hey-august]

If you are still doing the prompts, reader saying prompt nr 2 to Buggy because we already saw him crawl in the show and yanno. Yannnoooo…..

(Also I know using chop chop powers in this specific way may not be everyone’s piece of cake but if the idea of him and reader in a consensual scene with him only having parts of his arms and legs instead of all of his limbs to move over to reader also does anything for you…. WELL. I mean WELLLLLL)

Gif from monikanarnia

WELLLLLLLL, ANON 🤭 This got WAY out of hand. Not very smutty, it's more about the vibes here.

Prompt: “Crawl to me.” Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, buggy discovers he might have a humiliation kink 🤡 Word count: ~1.3k

That drunk moron. It’s infuriating, honestly. There are parts everywhere, like the aftermath of a dog who got too ferocious with a stuffed toy. In this case, it was a pirate who got too deep into a bottle of rum. You woke up to a solo hand resting on Buggy’s side of the bed. Hoping that the rest of his body was on the floor or at least safely nearby, you got up and promptly tripped over a forearm. Just a forearm. And that was the sign - Buggy literally lost control of himself.

The rest of your morning was spent on a fucked up treasure hunt. Flesh and body parts strewn across the ship, meekly waiting for someone to find them. A few choice parts you opted to leave where they were, because fuck him. Buggy’s torso, found in a hallway and all in one chunk, was too heavy for you to carry. His head was in the kitchen and pissed you off with the peaceful sleepy expression it had. His feet were waiting outside a bathroom and they could stay there for all you cared. You also left behind the hand still clutching an empty rum bottle. Everything else you found either on your own or in a pile that the crew put together. You toted the pieces back to the bedroom to keep safe. Safe.

You just finished locking up the last dresser drawer with a satisfying ‘click’ when shouting signaled the captain’s arrival. His voice oscillated between shrill and hoarse, a symptom of a likely hangover. As Buggy got closer, you could pull out pieces of what he was griping about. In between usual orders for the crew were demands and queries about where he was and wasn’t. You knew they would point him in your direction, so you leaned against the dresser and waited.

The hand you left on the bed perked up at the sound of knocking. It zoomed over and opened the door to rejoin it’s owner. In toddled Buggy. You thought that you’d feel better after seeing him, but the unreadable expression on his face ticked you off. It’s like he couldn’t decide if he was happy to see you or annoyed about the absence of his body. The thin tight lipped smile held under his smeared face paint flickered into a frown more than once as you stared at each other.

After a moment, you crossed your arms tauntingly. Buggy shuffled into the room further and flicked his hand to close the door. He wasn’t graceful.

“Really? You left me like this?” Buggy’s question finally pulled forward the smirk you tried to tamper down.

You pointedly looked at him up and down (not that there was much to look at right now) before answering. “What’s wrong?” 

“What the FUCK am I supposed to do without arms or legs?” Buggy shouted as he wiggled the hands attached to his shoulders and stamped the feet his torso sat on.

“Hm, that sounds like a you problem. I was just cleaning up the mess you left,” you said coldly. 

“Babe, the mess is ME. Of course it’s a me problem, it’s my body,” he sneered. “Give it back, I know you have me locked up like some fucking hostage.”

“Like your audiences?”

This wasn’t working. Buggy needed to try something different. Honey, instead of vinegar. All he wanted was to reassemble so he could fall apart in bed. He was exhausted and it’s hard to sleep when parts of himself are just out of reach. It’s like voices in his head that he can’t turn off. You were mad, obviously. And what should a good partner do when someone’s mad? Listen. Lucky for him, he still had ears.

“Sweetie, sweets, dearest,” the performer cooed with an apologetic smile as wiggled forwards a few inches. “You’re upset with me, I get. What can I do to make it up to you?”

You allowed yourself time to roll through your thoughts. There was a lot you could ask for - gold, treasures, a date, fancy food, new clothes. One idea called out to you, a wicked little sound that stuck in your head like sludge.

“Crawl.” The air in the room stilled. The atmosphere shifted, pressing down on you both. The weight pulled Buggy’s smile down into a disgusted scowl.

“Say again?”

“I want you to crawl to me. Then you can have your things back.” You said the request as if it was the simplest thing to do. As if he had enough body parts to crawl with.

“C’mon, baby, I’m not gonna-”

“Then you’re not gonna get shit. Crawl, Captain.” 

The sharp tone in your demand stirred something deep inside Buggy. A depraved perversion that had been waiting for a moment to shine woke up ready to play. His cheeks flushed as the pounding in his chest shifted from hot anger to burning desire under your unrelenting stare. With a click of his tongue, the pirate stared at the ground and wondered how to start.

You watched as Buggy lowered himself horizontally to the ground through a controlled topple, stopping short of smashing his nose on the wooden floor. Fingertips and tiptoes held him aloft - just barely. Strands of hair that escaped his bandana dusted the wood floor as he hovered, steadying himself before making another move. Craning his neck, ocean eyes sought yours to ask if this was enough. An emotionless stare said it wasn’t. Keep going.

A dramatic sigh wafted across the floor as Buggy began inching his way towards you, moving at a pace that his stiff hands and feet set. It was slow progress and you followed every bit of it. There were a few moments you thought he’d give up. Moments where he’d pause to give his aching fingers a rest. Stopping to look and see how far away you were, both physically and emotionally. If it wasn’t for the embarrassed erection throbbing underneath him, Buggy probably would have tried harder to talk his way out of this.

He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so fucking turned on - which only added to the humiliation. Part of him wanted you to say he had done enough and could stop. But a hornier voice told Buggy to keep going, to see what would happen. Finally, he was close enough. He had huffed and panted his way across the room, fingertips and cock throbbing through most of the awkward journey.

You looked down at the small man at your feet, waiting for him to make the next move. After a brief respite, Buggy rightened his body, relying on his Devil Fruit ability to make up for the lack of limbs. Once vertical, Buggy turned his face towards yours. You would have thought the hot red blush was the result of physical exertion after a night of drinking, if it wasn’t for the blown out pupils and the way he licked his lips.

“Are you turned on? Did that fucking turn you on?” you asked in disbelief. His narrowing eyes the only answer he’d give.

“C-can I have my body back?” A slight quiver slipped out with the request.

With rolling eyes, you released the pirate’s body parts from their wood prisons. Buggy quickly reassembled himself with a flurry of movement. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away in shame. The knot in his stomach tightened, pulling his cock in an aggressive twitch.

“You still mad at me?” Buggy mumbled. You didn’t miss the uplift intonation hidden under the question.

“Why? Do you want me to tell you how to make it up to me?”

Buggy’s eyes widened at the prospect and the blush on his face spread to his ears. The answer tasted uncomfortable. A little bitter, but he liked it. Still, he was reluctant to admit to this craving.

Reading into his hesitation, you grabbed Buggy’s chin and pulled his face to meet yours. “Tell me, Buggy.”

You broke through the weak barrier he pretended to hide behind. Buggy’s hands wrapped around your forearm, wanting to stay in this position. To keep this dynamic. His face softened and he nodded vigorously against your hold.

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[welldonebeca]

Guardian Bot (2)

Summary: Worried about your well-being, your brother convinces you to accept the robot your company has been given. Castiel cooks, cleans and takes care of everything you might need in your house. When you jokingly suggest that he start making the decisions on your life, your relationship changes to something very different. His program really is irrelevant. aka.: Obsessed robot boyfriend Cas.WC: 900+ words Warnings: Future AU. Tension. some seduction.

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You were surprised by how quick Castiel was to change things in your life. It wasn't drastic but significant. First, he made you schedule time off - at the most convenient time for your company - and then offered to reassemble your wardrobe to have you 'looking your prime best'.

In a single day, he moved from being a glorified Alexa/live-in maid to your personal assistant and stylist in the course of half a day, while still caring for your house.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around yourself, and stopped when you saw Castiel laying your clothes on your bed, and frowned as you moved to dry your body, never one to feel bashful being nude around him - he was part of a high luxury class of robots, a naked body meant nothing for them.

"I ordered some stuff online," he told you. "It's based on your personal colour season, favourite colours and favourite silhouettes."

You walked over to look, and blinked in surprise when you realise he had also gotten you new underwear. More than underwear, it was practically lingerie.

Oh.

You picked the bra up, and your face burned as you realised how sheer and thin it was.

"Cas," you looked at him. "I can't wear this to work."

You looked over at your clothes and then the panties. That was a dress. And a sheer thong.

Nope.

"I don't understand?" Castiel frowned, looking at you.

You felt your face burning.

"Cas, this isn't work-appropriate!"

He didn't look affected.

"It doesn't matter," Cas picked up the bra, moving to place it on you. "It's not like anyone is going to see."

Castiel slipped the bra on you, and you gasped when he suddenly tugged on your back to make your back straight.

"Posture," he whispered. "Remember?"

You shivered as his lips barely brushed your skin, too close to it.

You were too stunned to stop him as he clasped it, and watched as he moved to pick up the barely-panties.

"Wearing this will help boost your confidence," he affirmed. "You always hide your figure out of fear of people looking at you and rejecting it."

You almost chuckled. Your company was ruled almost solemnly by men except for you. Showing your figure had implications there.

"Cas, I am the only woman on my floor," you reminded him. "I need to impose respect."

"They need to see that you don't care about what they think," he slipped the panties up to your hips, and there was a little snap sound when he released one side against your skin. "You shouldn't dress based on their perception, but in what you feel good in."

Damn, he was convincing.

"Fine," you sighed.

He stepped away and smiled at you.

"Put on your dress," he spoke softly. "I'll finish setting breakfast."

You complied, dressed up, and watched yourself in the mirror. Oh. That dress was so skimpy.

You weren't confident enough to show so much skin.

So, you picked up your blazer to wear over.  It was safer that way. When you came out, he was already setting your plate by the table. Omelette with sausage and fruits on the side.

He eyed your blazer, clearly disapproving, but didn't say anything about it.

Your heart sunk regardless, though you weren't sure why. You didn't like the idea of disappointing Cas. He had your best interests in mind, but you had to make your own choices.

By the end of your day, however, you had discarded your blazer.

Through work, many people had complimented you on the new dress and said you looked radiant, something that had never happened before. Even Sam and Dean looked impressed with you.

There was even a moment when you were leaving the break room and one of the guys from sales flirted with you.

That had never happened before!

You were still feeling a little flustered when you walked back into your house. It didn't help that the lingerie Castiel had had you put on was rubbing your skin in a very particular way.

All you wanted to do was head home and maybe think a little more about that guy.

He was handsome in a conventional way, tall and had a flashy smile.

"Welcome home, miss," Cas greeted. "Dinner is almost done."

You looked back at him, surprised - you had almost forgotten about him.

"Of course," you agreed. "I'll be down in a bit."

You rushed out of your room before he could say anything else.

You didn't even notice before this how he looked just like Castiel.

The blue eyes and black hair, the scruffy face and penetrating gaze... and so stupidly wide, fucking hell.

You tore off your clothes, tossing yourself to bed and reaching for your drawer, ready to find your eager little friend, always waiting to help you.

You tore the panties out of the way, teasing yourself over your folds and holding back a long moan, not wanting to get any attention from Castiel.

Your toy was too good, and you knew how to get yourself off quickly, so you were already quick to get closer to the edge.

You were about to cum, however, when it just stopped.

You pressed the buttons, trying to make it work again, but it did absolutely nothing. So, you picked a second toy. And a third. And a fourth. None of them even came to life.

What the actual fuck.

Did you forget to charge them?

You groaned in frustration, and picked up the chargers, attaching them to the plugs on your wall. At least you could use them later.

"Miss?" Castiel knocked on your door. "Dinner is going to get cold."

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[jerzwriter]

I've written an extensive background HC for Eli, and I have one for Zoe, too, though it's lived only in my head and never made it to paper. This short series is meant to change that.

Series Summary: About a year after the solstice, Zoe Rivera is dreading her upcoming birthday. It's a day that has always been difficult for her, but with the loss of her sister, the only connection to her past, this year is proving to be harder than most. As her friends and found family attempt to help her through, Zoe makes many discoveries about herself, her past, and the future she hopes to build.

Part 1: Ring the Bells That Can Still Ring

Book: Wake the Dead Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) Characters: Troy Hassan, Shannon Fox, Angel Savage, Mina Arbogast, May, Feather, original characters Rating: Teen TW: Mentions of death & loss Words: 3,200 Chapter Summary: Angel is excited to start new traditions at Olympus, but Zoe makes it very clear that she wants no part in one. As Eli & Troy attempt to help her deal with feelings of grief, Zoe makes a conscious effort to focus on what she has today. But a trip to scavenge for supplies lead to some fateful discoveries.

A/N: I expect this series to be 3 or 4 parts. I'm participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Threshold, Beginnings, and Endings.

It was a relatively quiet night at Olympus. Springtime had returned and brought a multitude of chores to be completed along with it. Most of the colonists had spent the unseasonably warm day gardening or tending to building repairs impossible to complete during the harsh winter months. It was no surprise that most were petered out and already tucked into their beds. But a small group who weren't willing to let the evening just yet were gathered in the great room.

Troy, Mina, and Shannon were in a corner playing an old game of Jenga that Troy had recently acquired as others gathered around the fire to sing and tell stories. Eli sat nearby, half-listening as he worked on repairing his bow, while Angel lounged on a nearby couch, extremely excited over her activity. Tapping the purple pencil in her hand against her notebook, she exclaimed.

“I’m almost done! I only need to more people!

“Who do you still need?” Shannon hollered over.

“Just Feather and Zoe.”

Fresh out of the shower, Zoe entered the room, vigorously drying her long hair with a towel.  “You need Feather and Zoe for what?” she responded.

“Oh! I’m making a birthday list for the colony. This way, no one’s special day will ever be forgotten.

Troy’s eyes popped up and darted immediately to Zoe. His brow furrowed in concern; he wished he could have spoken to Angel just minutes sooner.

“Thank you, Angel. But I’d prefer not to be included,” Zoe replied curtly.  

But Angel wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Zoe, we need to include you! Do you think we’re going to celebrate everyone’s birthday except yours?”

“Angel, I said no!” the usually affable leader snapped.

Clearing his throat, Eli placed his bow at his feet and went to Zoe’s side. He was almost there when a loud clattering noise caused him to jump, and everyone turned in Troy's direction.

"Sorry!” Troy blushed; the collapsed Jenga tower crumbled before him on the table.

“How did you manage that?” Mina blurted. “There were a dozen safe moves you could have made!”

“Don’t question it!” Shanon grinned. “This might be our chance to finally win!”  

With the chaos as a distraction, Eli locked eyes with Zoe as he took her by the hand and cocked his head toward the exit. Once Troy was certain they were gone, he began to reassemble the bits of fallen wood again.

“I want a do-over!” He complained.

“Not a chance,” Angel laughed. “But I still need Zoe’s birthday. Where’d she go?"

“Yeah, about that,” Troy grimaced. “It’s best to let the birthday thing go with her. It’s... complicated.”

“What’s complicated?” Angel shrugged. “We live in a zombie-infested world. I spent most of my birthdays alone, playing whack-a-mole with them at the mall. I want to embrace the good, and that includes celebrating birthdays with my new family.”

“I know. But you have to understand Zoe’s birthday has always been a touchy issue. When we were kids, she didn’t like celebrating because she said it was the day her mother gave her away, then when her fathers died, she didn’t want to celebrate at all. If not for Ana convincing her, she wouldn't have celebrated at all."

"Well, what did Ana tell her?" Shannon asked. "Maybe we could do the same thing."

"She told her how happy she was to have a little sister, so they had to celebrate the day she came into the world.”

“That’s so sad but lovely, too,” Shannon stated. “With Ana gone now, it must be especially hard for her.”

Troy sat back and ran a hand through his well-coiffed hair, a somber look in his eyes. “This stays here... right?”

“Of course,” they all agreed.

“Zoe’s birthday is coming up soon. May 24th, to be exact.”

“Wow! So her birthday was just before we all met!” Shanon remarked.

“It was on the day we met. You had to be 25 to be a scout, and that’s what Zoe always wanted to be. She insisted on starting her new position that very day."

“You’re kidding! That’s how she wanted to... Oh my, God,” Shannon covered her mouth as the tragic realization set in.

“Yep,” Troy frowned. “Ana died on Zoe’s birthday.”

“Oh my goodness!” Angel wailed. “That’s terrible!”

“It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to celebrate,” Mina nodded.

“But she’s so special,” Angel inserted. “And it seems unfair to celebrate all of us... but not her.”

“We have to honor her wishes,” Troy insisted. “Eli and I have both spoken to her and told her Ana would have wanted her to celebrate. But Ana was the family she had, her only link to her life before the outbreak. If she’s not ready, we can’t push her.”

“We could just celebrate on another day?” Angel offered. “Like November 9th is official Zoe day!”

But Troy shot the idea down. “I think it’s best we let it be, at least for now.”

~~~~~

Upstairs, Eli sat in bed beside Zoe, gently rubbing the distressed young woman's back.

“She meant well,” Eli mumbled. “I can talk to Angel."

“I’m sure Troy already has,” Zoe said, leaning into Eli’s embrace. She didn't like dwelling on the losses she had endured, but sometimes, like now, it seemed impossible to escape. She tried to lose herself in Eli's woodsy scent and the warmth that radiated from him, but the seed had already been planted, and within moments, her tears began to flow.

“I miss her, Eli," she wailed. "I miss her so much.”

“I know,” he comforted. “I know.”

In a world where no one was immune to tragedy and loss, Zoe knew Eli truly understood. The loss of his brother and the loss of Ana had many parallels; it was something that had drawn them together. She reached out for his hand and held it close. It was good to not be alone.

“I hate that you lost her on your birthday... of all days.”

Zoe tried to shrug it off. “Birthdays weren’t important at the Tower. It was rare that they were even acknowledged. But growing up, Ana and Troy always went out of their way to make me feel special on my day, and I did the same for them.”  

“Would it help to tell me about some of those days?” he asked.  

“Well, Troy always knew how to... find... treats and things we weren’t supposed to have, even as kids.”

“Good ol’ Troy,” Eli smirked.

“Exactly! He’d knock at our door with some cookies or candy in hand. They weren’t even all that good – but compared to what we usually ate, we thought it was incredible! Ana did her best to keep some of our family traditions alive, but she even admitted she wasn’t sure she was doing them correctly. We were so young when the outbreak happened, and with all the trauma, her memory wasn't the best.”

“So you started your own traditions,” Eli said. "That's what mattered."

“I guess,” Zoe smiled. “As I got older, one of those traditions became Ana securing a whole bunch of beer. We’d lock ourselves in our room, drink entirely too much, and act like total idiots. The evening usually ended with us dancing or Troy putting on some sort of a performance.”

Eli shook his head. “Please tell me he kept his clothes on, at least.”

Zoe laughed at the thought, and Eli instantly felt some of the tension in his shoulders drift away. Seeing her suffer was never easy, and her laughter warmed his heart.  

“If he did, I was too drunk to remember.”

“You were lucky to have each other.”

“We were,” she agreed. “What were your birthdays like ... after the outbreak?”

“My birthday was in the winter. That was good because it meant fewer zombies to worry about. We could let our guard down a bit. But winter also meant fewer supplies and sometimes storms so bad we were confined to the cabin. Still, my parents found ways to make it special. My Mom made pudding or a cake when she could, Dad would play his guitar, and David always drew something for me, too.”

Zoe snuggled against his chest. “You were lucky, too.”

“Yeah...” Eli replied with a soft smile. “I was. We were. We still are. We have each other... and all the lunatics downstairs. I don’t have my family anymore, but I have a family again. In this world, most people aren’t lucky enough to get that once, but we got it twice.”

Zoe lurched into an upright position and turned to Eli with a half-smile. “Is this where you tell me that’s why I should still celebrate my birthday? I get that. But I'm not comfortable celebrating the anniversary of my sister’s death."

“Of course not,” he replied, pulling her back to him. “That has to be your call.  I just want you to remember, there are still people who are grateful you’re here, who love you very much... and I’m at the top of that list.”

~~~~~

The following day, the gang was up bright and early to head out and scavenge. They piled into their old van, and as Troy drove them through meandering roads, it took Zoe back to that day nearly a year ago. Her chest tightened as the dark cloud attempted to envelop her once again. Angel sat just a few feet away. She had been especially quiet this morning. Knowing it likely had something to do with her, Zoe reached over and squeezed her hand.

“I hope you don’t think I’m upset with you,” Zoe stated. “Because I’m not.”

Angel had a shadow of a smile when she placed her head on Zoe’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I'd never want to hurt you."

“I know that,” Zoe sighed. “My birthday is... complicated, to say the least.”

“I know, Troy explained.”

Troy looked in the rearview mirror, aghast. “Gee, thanks, Angel! What happened to what happened in the great room, stayed in the great room?”

“It’s all right, Troy,” Zoe chuckled. “I know you’re trying to help me.”

Zoe took a deep breath before addressing her friends. "I'd like to give you an explanation. Ana and I had two fathers; our mother wasn't in my life from the start. From what I was told, she left my father one day when he went to pick up Ana from school. He was distraught and happy when she returned a couple weeks later. But she didn't come back to stay; she wanted to let him know she was pregnant. She wanted a divorce, but she didn't want me. But Papa convinced her to have me and promised he'd raise me and Ana alone. She agreed, and on the day I was born, she handed me over and never saw me again.”

“Zoe,” Shanon whimpered, taking her friend’s other hand.

“Yeah, well, screw her!” Angel blurted. “It was her loss! Your Dad & Ana loved you. That’s all that mattered.”

“But how did you end up with two dads?” Mina asked.

“Papa, my bio-dad, was good friends with Sam. After my mother left, he was there to help my father and Ana through. By the time I was born, they had fallen in love and not long after, they were married, and Sam legally adopted us. Ana said they were so happy; our family was complete."

“So the story had a happy ending,” Shannon started. “Until the outbreak, at least.”  

“Yep,” Zoe snapped. “But at least I had Ana and later Troy – they became my family, and Ana insisted I celebrated my birthday each year. But now that she’s gone, I just....”

She shielded her eyes when her voice cracked, not wanting others to see her cry, but she was following no one.

Eli and Troy shot each other a look of concern in the front seat as Shanon, Angel, and Mina tended to Zoe.

“I’m just afraid,” Zoe sniffled. “I’m afraid I’ll forget the little I know about my family. Ana was my touchstone; everything I knew about Papa and Dad was because of her, and she’s gone...”

“You’ll remember,” Eli called back. “You’ll remember, and we’ll help you. You can tell us the stories you know over and over again, and we’ll help keep those memories alive.”

“That’s a great idea,” Shanon nodded. “We could all talk about our former lives so we don’t forget the things that make us who we are today.”

“I’m so glad I have all of you,” Zoe declared.

“And we’re glad we have you,” Angel replied as the women embraced in a group hug.

The van wobbled slightly as Troy pulled over to the side of the road.

“Ladies,” he smiled. “And Eli...of course... we’re here. If you want some time, Eli and I could start, and...”

“No,” Zoe insisted, standing up and dusting herself off. “No, we have a job to do. Let’s do it!”

They split into groups to survey the well-picked-over stores and homes on their route. It didn't take long to realize they weren't going to find much in the rubble. Zoe was about to announce they should call it a day when something caught her eye.

Using her jacket sleeve, she brushed a thick layer of dust off a glass counter and smiled tenderly as she gazed at the treasure inside. She reached in and pulled out an old, weathered doll. The poor thing had seen better days but was in remarkably good condition. Her dainty porcelain face and arms were still in tact, and while her clothing was in need of a wash and had some loose trimming, it was amazing it survived this long. Noticing the enchanted look on his friend's face, Troy snuck up behind her.

“Whatcha got there?” He asked.

“A doll,” Zoe beamed. “I remember Ana and I had similar ones when we were little. Look!” She handed the doll to Troy. “I think her clothing is traditional Mexican attire. Papa was Mexican, and I believe my mother was half Mexican, too...”

“I know that,” Troy winked, handing the doll back to Zoe. “And you did have dolls like this growing up."

"I did? How do you know that?" She asked.

"Because Ana had described them to me. She told me to be on the lookout, and if I ever found one, to please let her know."

Zoe took the doll back, a feeling of contentment she hadn't felt in days washed over her.

"I think you need to give her a new home," Troy smiled.

“I most certainly do!"

Home. Zoe couldn’t wait to get home. She wanted to clean her new treasure and reminisce about a simpler time. Perhaps she could find more information in the old encyclopedia Troy put in the library.  She looked out the window of the moving van; the sky was now just whisps amber in a field of grey as the day neared its end. Home. She was heading home surrounded by her new family and the tranquility of the moment was cherished... but, alas, short-lived.

“Whoa, watch over there!” Eli yelled, pointing to a shadowy figure lurking on the side of the road. He raised his bow into position.

But as they neared the figure, something in Zoe came alive.

“Eli, wait,” she blurted. “Don’t shoot... I don’t think that’s a drone; it looks like a person.”

“And that makes them any safer?” Eli questioned.

“It’s an old lady,” Shannon snapped back. “She shouldn’t be out by herself at this time of day!”

“In the woods, no less,” Mina chimed in.

“Troy,” Zoe ordered. “Stop the van.”

“What?” Eli spat. “Are you out of your mind.”

“I said stop the van!”

Zoe opened the sliding door and jumped before anyone could stop her; Eli and the others were quick at her heels.

“What are you doing?” Mina asked. “You have no idea who that is!”

"Finally, some logic," Eli muttered.

“It’s an old woman out alone at night, and I’m not about to leave her. I know we live in a dangerous world, but if we lose our humanity - then we will truly have nothing left."

"Fine," Eli said, holding his bow in place. "But I'm keeping this out... just in case."

“Simmer down there, cowboy,” Troy mocked. “She’s hunched over and looks like she is ninety years old!”

“No matter... one wrong move....”

“Excuse me,” Zoe said, startling the old woman at first. “Do you need help? You shouldn’t be alone at night... especially not in the woods.  It will be completely dark any moment now."

The woman turned to Zoe slowly, and even in the dim light, with her wiry grey curls covering much of her face, it was easy to see her gentle smile and the kind look in her warm, brown eyes.

“It’s all right, child. I’ll manage. I always do.”

“Do you live around here? Can we at least give you a ride home?”

"The world is my home."

“You don't... you don't have," Zoe turned and looked at the others, but made the split-second decision on her own. "You're welcome to come with us and stay at our colony, at least for the night.”

The woman looked over Zoe’s shoulder at her friends huddled behind her, nodding at Eli, who still had his bow aimed in her direction.

“That one loves you very much,” the old woman teased.

Zoe looked back and rolled her eyes. “Eli, put the bow down.”

“No, no, no... mi vida,” the old woman smiled. “Leave it be. He’s protecting you; you should be grateful to him. But I assure you, I am of no danger to you.”

 “Eli....” Zoe repeated, but he was unmoved.

“Not... just... yet.”

“I'm sorry," Zoe apologized. "If it makes you feel any better, that’s how he and I met, too, and now... I love him.”

“That’s good to know,” the old woman chortled.

“Look, if you don’t have someplace to stay tonight, our colony isn't far from here. Come and stay with us."

“Oh, no," she shook her head, the grey curls bouncing in every direction. "I don’t do well living in colonies.”

Zoe couldn't explain why, but something inside her couldn't let this woman walk away. She had to protect her, and no was an unacceptable answer.

“I understand, but just for the night, then. You can wash up, get a good night's sleep, have some breakfast, and be off in the morning if you like. What do you say?"

She looked between Zoe and her friends, and with a polite nod, she agreed for just one night.

Troy extended his hand before helping the woman into the van.

"Hello, I'm Troy. I'm the nice one.”

"Troy," Zoe laughed, playfully hitting the back of his head. "Shut up!"

"We're all nice," Angel grinned. "Even the scary-looking one up front... as long as you're not a zombie or don't cross us."

"I'll take that into account," she smiled.

"I should introduce everyone. I'm Zoe, and you've already been introduced to Troy. This is Shannon, Mina, and Eli."

"It's very nice to meet you all. My name is Adelina."

Shannon was the first to reply. "It's lovely to meet you, Adelina." She gestured to a bag at her side. "We can eat back at Olympus, but there is water here if you'd like some."

"Thank you," Adelia replied, happily drinking the bottle of water in one long gulp. Zoe smiled. Obviously, the woman needed more help than she let on.

"We should be back home in about twenty minutes," Zoe informed. "You can rest if you like."

"Gracias, mi vida. I think I'll do just that."

Adelia looked out at the night sky. The shades of amber were long gone, replaced by a swath of black velvet. The scattered silver speckles were stars, the stars that would guide them home.

Home, Adelia smiled, then drifted off to sleep.

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[tenlittlepandas]

Guys I have a problem. I finished a tiny request, but when I went to upload it I thought this isn't much of an offering. So then I thought, I know. I'll just make a few quick recolors of the TSS set I made awhile ago. Anyway that's how this happened.

Add-On Meshes

Elite Bed Bookcase Headboard Since this set did not come with a double bed, and the single bed did not look very "teen" to me, I chopped the hutch off of the desk and mangled it into a bookshelf headboard. The headboard is just decorative, and does not have any slots. It's also kind of a pain to use. You have to pull it out of the wall one quarter-tile, and that requires the move_objects on cheat. After that is done it works normally though and I think it's really cute. It pulls its colors from the Fine Finish Desk and maxis bedding.

Elite Bookcase Short The kid looking single bed needed a kid-friendly bookcase so I chopped it in half. It only comes in emptied, but it is still a functioning bookcase. As with all short bookcases, animations will be wonky but it will function as usual. Pulls textures from The Better Bookshelf.

Elite Desk No Hutch I wanted a more simple version of this desk than even the emptied version, so I cut the hutch off. Pulls its texture from the hutched original.

Elite End Table Drawers Just for the sake of more options. Has one slot on top. This is a diced and reassembled version of the desk's drawers, and pulls its textures from the desk.

Recolors

Couture Clothing Chest Seven solid colors, plus nineteen dual tones (color 04A is pictured in the preview). The animations for this object are broken; I recommend the fix by Lord Darcy

Fit for Royalty Single Bed This will recolor the mesh as-is, but I highly recommend this default replacement by HugeLunatic.

The Better Bookshelf These recolors will appear for the main bookcase, as well as any emptied versions (including mine) and my new short bookcase from this set.

Fine Finish Desk These recolors will appear for the main desk, as well as my emptied version and my new hutchless version from this set.

Ahead of the Table Dining Chair Seven solid colors for the frame, seven mix and matchable striped colors for the seat, plus a white seat recolor.

Subtle Touch End Table Seven solid colors.

You're So Vanity Seven solid colors for the frame and seven mix and matchable striped colors for the seat cushion. These recolors will appear for any add-ons, including the one tile version.

Princess Shelf Emptied These recolors will only work for my custom wall shelf mesh, and you will need the mesh from this post.

Everything uses this palette:

The Request

And now the reason I'm posting. This is a simple deco railing set to typical foundation height. The mesh was modified from the Stairway to Eleven (non-modular) staircase, and contains in the mesh package a steel and a black recolor that match my fences from last post. I would have repositoried it to something but the StE's railing is not recolorable, and fences are...fences. Anyway. It is placeable anywhere and should not interfere with sims, objects, or routing. Single version only since it will place correctly on either side without cheats.

DOWNLOAD TSS ADD-ONS/RCS: SFS

DOWNLOAD DECO RAILING: SFS

[mayhemscorner]

Opposites

König x f!reader

Summary: She was so confident in public, she didn’t need the battlefield to get riled up and show her true colors. She actually froze in the line in the line of fire, and König could finally be her protector

(A/N: this is not my usual content but I need to write this for… personal pleasure) 

warnings: violence, blood, swearing, slightly OOC 

“This is bullshit, a plan like this will get us killed!” Y/N spews across the table, jabbing a finger deeply in to Ghost’s chest.

“Bullshit or not, it’s the plan. And we’re carrying through with it. Follow orders, or go home kid.” Ghost sneers, slapping her finger away.

“I don’t know what kind of stick is shoved so far up your ass that makes you act like this, but it better be long enough to use as an excuse for your idiocy.” Y/N barks back aggressively, turning away from the table to finish cleaning and reassembling her gun. König fidgets nervously at the edge of the makeshift table. Y/N was right, it was a suicide mission after all. But no one else had the balls to go against Ghosts orders. So the best he could do is keep a look out and protect the others, after all it was what he was best at.

“Everyone off to bed. We head out before daylight. Enjoy the lick of sleep you might be lucky enough to get.” Ghost grumbles out in finality, stalking towards the door and slamming it behind him. Everyone awkwardly shuffled around like mindless zombies, already worn and tired from lack of sleep and stress.

“Gotta stir the pot, don’t you love?” Soap chuckles out, roughing up Y/N’s already unkempt hair as he sidles up to her. The yearning for a hot shower only adds to the stress of the mission, let alone Ghost trying to prove a point. But Soap, he adds a bit of relief if only he would mind his personal space. Y/N hunches forward, swatting Soaps hand away, lasered in on finishing her gun. 

Soap only chides more, hoping to get at least a smile. 

“Enough already, damnit!” Y/N snaps around with lethal precision, knocking a dirt covered boot on the back of Soaps knee, sending him tumbling forward. 

“Hey, I was only joking around… Trying to get a grin from ya. What’s got you in a bend?” Soap coughs out, wiping away the annoying sand that plumes upwards anytime anyone does as much as look the wrong direction. Y/N wipes a frustrated tear that had welled up unannounced, causing König to jolt with anxiety and grip the table in front of him, ready to defend. Conflict between the two currently fighting was rare, almost non existent unless one stole the last tea sachet without buying another box. And here they were, in front of him and in each others faces, seconds from a screaming match or attempted homicide. 

“Do you want to die out there? I don’t! I might be the only one left in my family but I still have a dog waiting for me at home. A warm bed and distance between me and this sorry excuse of a unit! How am I supposed to have your back if we’re walking straight in to suicide, Johnny? We’re supposed to be the best there is and just willingly go in to our deaths when there’s other options? You’re weak for not saying anything. I look a damn fool being the only one defending our lives before they’re even jeopardized, god damnit!” Y/N raises her voice with every sentence, words sharper than any blade the unit carried, and gripping tighter and tighter at Soap’s collar. 

“And what makes you think Ghost would lead us to death? What are you even doing questioning his plans, he’s in the position he’s in for a god damn reason! If you didn’t shit on everything he did, maybe you’d see the sense in his words. You’re too conceited. Because if he was wrong about ANYTHING, we’d all have been dead long ago. Pull your head out of your ass and start acting your position, Y/N.” Soap spits back, grabbing at her vest and jostling her to the side. 

That one move caused all hell to break loose, the two of them grappling on the floor and throwing stray punches. Any passerby would think the two were siblings, and they practically were with how long they’ve known each other. But this fight was personal, the two foaming at the mouth in built up rage from the stressful mission at hand, and the both of them seen each other as the easiest form of taking their aggressions out. 

König chuckles at first, hoping it would die down after a few good punches, waiting to hear the two laugh and hug it out… but it didn’t come. The screaming only continued, things being knocked over from tables as they pushed and knocked each other over. 

König seen enough when Soap pinned her to the ground with a knife at her throat, the other hand still gripped tightly on her vest,” and to think you ‘excelled’ in hand to hand combat. Bullshit! You ca-“

“Enough.” König growls, effortlessly pulling Soap off of Y/N, but being gentle enough to set him upright on his feet.

Seeing only Königs eyes was a scary thing to Soap, he couldn’t tell if he was tired or upset, but he could definitely read the malice in his squinted eyes. 

“You’ve duked it out long enough, it’s time to get some rest, both of you.” König continues, kneeling down to offer a hand to Y/N, only to have it slapped away. The twinge in his chest at the cold gesture hurt more than a gunshot wound. The woman who never needed defended still wouldn’t accept the hand he’s outstretched to her and only her multiple times, was once again rejected. König is frozen, hand still outstretched as she crawls up from the floor, muttering a goodnight as she body checks Soap on her way out.

The three involved in the altercation didn’t get a wink of sleep, but all were prepared. Y/N was stalking to the kettle on the stove, only stopping to stare at Soap. He only raises an eyebrow in anticipation, waiting to see if she was going to throw an apology or her hands.

“I’m sorry, Johnny. And I mean it. I’m not going to die having the closest thing to home mad at me.” She mutters out quietly, shifting between her feet to keep her tired mind preoccupied. 

“I’m sorry too. You’re still an asshole.” Soap remarks, tousling her hair once again before pulling Y/N in for a quick hug.

“And you’re still a Dick.” She quips back, sipping at the scalding hot tea around his back. 

“We’ll be fine. Have some hope for crying out loud.” Soap whispers as Ghost walks in, causing the two to separate and stand in line.

König sidles up behind Y/N, hand resting on her shoulder as Ghost quickly sets the plan in place. A quick squeeze for reassurance, mainly for himself. If at any point he thought this mission could go wrong, he’d tell her how he felt… or he wouldn’t. He loses his words every time, maybe facing a close call would coax it out of him… wait. Did she just squeeze his hand back with her tiny paw? König risks a glance down, seeing her hand resting gently on top of his. Hers looked so fragile placed atop his, save for the scars littering her knuckles and fresh bruises from hours ago. Soap steals a glance at the scene, noticing Königs bewildered eyes and Y/N’s almost nonexistent smirk, winking at her as Ghost turns to head out. Johnny receives a kind punch to the gut from her free hand in reply. 

“Yeah, I deserved that one.” He heaves, gripping the doorway as he walks out in front of the two that remained. 

“You ready big guy?” Y/N asks, dropping her hand to her side, convincing herself to move forward.

“Y-yeah. Always ready.” König stammers out, following behind. Her heart thumps quickly at the catch in his voice, but quickly denies it’s over her. He must be nervous for what lies ahead. The battlefield was no place for a love story, and Y/N was almost certain König was just nice with everyone. But König was never nervous on getting to the action. It’s where he felt most comfortable. Better than wandering aimlessly in a market square, embarrassed when civilians gawked at his height, pointing him out discreetly to their companions. He couldn’t help his height, regardless how much he hated being singled out in those situations. In the unit he’s adjusted to everyone being unsurprised when his head smacked against the door frame or bumped in to a light fixture. His unit didn’t laugh or stare, König actually appreciated that they all couldn’t care less. 

The shield of night sent a flutter against Y/N’s chest, but now wasn’t the time to get anxious. However, Any slight sound would still make her tense. Was it a desert amphibian or an enemy? She shakes her head in to clarity as Ghost motions onwards. Once they reached the building they would split, Johnny and Ghost inside, König and Y/n surveilling from any vantage point they could find outside. 

“Keep an eye out, we’ve already ran in to a sticky situation in here.” Soaps strained voice rings in to their coms.

Y/N’s heart sinks, wondering how something could’ve happened so soon and if Johnny was alright. König couldn’t even be bothered by the voice in his ear, there was movement ahead that needed his attention.

“Eyes forward Y/N, we’ve got company.” He whispers, signaling with two of his fingers. She follows the fingers to their now commandeered humvee and their only way back, watching closely as the tires kick up sand on the road they had just walked not even an hour ago. With barely any vantage point and no place to set her rifle to sight in on a long distance shot, she mutters a curse before looking for the highest ground. Y/N looks behind the towering man, with a flat surface of a merchants abandoned stand finally being her saving grace. 

“Hey big guy, mind giving me a boost?” She mutters quickly, motioning to the stand behind him. König outstretches his arms and bends down, wrapping them as delicately as possible around the bottom of her knees. The veil he was wearing concealed his manhood, blushing feverishly as Y/N’s breasts make quick contact with his chin before lifting her further up. 

If it weren’t for a quick thinking situation, she would’ve blushed herself, thinking how good König looked below her, hands exactly where they should be… caressing her legs with a gentle strength as his head moves lower.

The cool metal roof of the stand sends chills against Y/N’s braced arms as she heaves herself the rest of the way up with a slight push from the man below. Looking down the scope, the humvee is in sights. One man driving, one man riding on the back. Both enemy targets. Simple maneuver, take the driver out then save the guy on back for last.

Lining up the sights, a bullet is sent precisely through the windshield, sending the driver slump and the humvee cockeyed. The man on the back instantly launches off and rolls to the ground below, standing and firing his own gun recklessly as Y/N tries to zone the sight in once again. 

“Damnit, I can’t get him.” She curses, slamming the sight covering shut and looking around for a solution.

“Leave it to me.” König barks out, stalking right in the line of the haphazard firing. Y/N winces as the sound of a bullet skimming flesh sounds. The soft grunt from below confirmed it was her partner that was hit. But it didn’t stop the fight frenzied tank of a man to charge forward, closing the gap of the now charging enemy. In the blink of an eye, König had his bloodied arm wrapped around the assailants neck, and legs sweeping them both to the ground. Another gunshot rings out before the crunch of bone brings a bitter silver taste to Y/N’s mouth and a churn in her stomach. After several heartbeats of silence, Y/N reaches for the com switch shakily,” please tell me you’re okay.”

“Enemy down, I’m injured.” König wheezes back in to his own mic. The heat wave of anxiety washes over Y/N, but she still forces herself off the stand to asses the situation.

“What the hell is going on out there you two?” Ghost sounds in. The same thought must’ve been rushing through everyone’s head as the line goes silent. König’s report should’ve been word enough as to what was going on. Y/N finally comes to the scene, seeing the crazed bezerker now docile and injured was almost frightening.

“Don’t move, just tell me where you’re hurt!” Y/N yelps, kneeling quickly at his side and grabbing the bloody arm that lay limp. 

“Y/N, my arm is fine. It was just a graze. It’s my leg.” König half chuckles, half wheezes while trying to sit up. She knocks him back to the ground and quickly cuts an opening around the blood stain on his upper thigh. She mutters a quick curse under her breath and reaches for her belt, whipping it off and sliding it beneath his leg.

“I’ve never done an extraction on field before so I’m sorry if this hurts. You can punch me if it makes you feel better.” Y/N giggles in panic as she yanks her belt tight, creating a tourniquet above the wound. If it wasn’t so close to the femoral artery, she would’ve just left it… but desperate times call for desperate measures. It was a relief to get the heavy medical pack off her back, but the tension only built in her chest as shaky fingers grab supplies.

“I could never punch you. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” König chuckles. Y/N can only roll her eyes before grabbing a tongue depressor and holding it out,” here. You’re going to want this.”

She places it between his teeth as he looks at her in confusion,” why would I-“

“For this.” Is all Y/N gasps as she digs the metal forceps in to the wound, causing König to convulse in pain and a stifled yelp. Metal hits metal as the forceps meet the bullet, thankfully not stuck in too far. The wooden tongue depressor between his teeth snaps, and a worried arm grips at Y/N’s shoulder.

“Y/N, you can hurry up now!” König seethes in pain, fingernails biting in to her skin through her shirt. She could only sigh in relief as she assesses the bullet under the glimmering moonlight, holding it up so König could get a view as well. 

“I’m giving you thirty seconds to take a deep breath and move your hand so you don’t break my shoulder. Then I’m stitching you up.” She heaves between quick breaths and wiping the anxious sweat from her brow. König can only nod, moving his hand thoughtlessly to her thigh and regrouping as Y/N threads the needle. 

“I’m not going to ask again, what’s going on out there?” Ghost’s voice chimes in.

“God damnit, I’m sewing an injured man back together give me some peace and quiet or come out here and do it yourself.” Y/N spits back before ripping the com out and getting back to work. The first puncture sends a moan from König’s lips and a tingle through Y/N. If he wasn’t laying in front of her injured, she may have just melted and stored that sound in her mind for later.

“Y/N-“ König begins in a pleading voice, getting cut off by her slight laugh,” yes big guy I’m almost done.”

“No no, no. I wanted to say thank you. For this, for making me comfortable. I appreciate it.” König smiles at her, slightly visible under his unkempt veil.

“I really wouldn’t call this comfortable, König. This is very unsterile and we’re on the ground.” Y/N says mindlessly, tying off the last stitch.

“No, not this. You. I mean you. Thank you.” He pants between his quickened heart rate from pain, adrenaline and even ecstasy.

“You feeling alright? You’re not losing too much blood are you? Should I call in an emergency med evac?” She rambles back. 

“I’m fine! You just amaze me.” König mumbles, caressing her cheek faintly and accidentally smudging blood where his fingers pass. She responds with checking the temperature of his forehead and grimacing,” I think you’re losing too much blood. I’m calling for an evac.” 

Just as Y/N rises to find her com, his hand pulls her down on top of him, her arms being the only thing bracing the distance between their faces. 

“Do not call for an evac. I’m trying to confess my feelings here!” König snaps, staring directly in to Y/N’s frantic and searching eyes. 

“I really don’t think this is the time t-“ Y/N tries to scold, only to be cut off by a hurried and sloppy kiss from the fidgeting man below her. She kisses back mindlessly, melting against Königs touch. It feels so wrong for this to be the moment, but she’s craved for this to happen since she laid eyes upon the man on the way to location.

“Sure looks like you don’t need any help out here.” Soap grunts out from above them, and receiving a middle finger from the two in reply. Ghost creeps in on the scene as Y/N stands and brushes the dirt and blood from her pants. König’s eyes become heavy as he smiles,” you can call for that med evac now. I’m going to pass out.”

Without missing a beat, his body becomes taught and his eyes droop shut. 

“Man’s got balls, I’ll say that much. I wouldn’t risk dying just for a kiss from you.” Soap states in awe before requesting an evac over the radio. 

“No smart remark back? I’m making fun of you here, kid.” Soap questions worriedly and turning back around.

“Johnny. I’m just baffled this man likes me… And worried that he’s passed out.” Y/N replies, staring off in shock and at the fallen tower they call König in front of them.

“I’m baffled you two never even noticed. We’ve been taking bloody bets and I owe some damn good money.” Soap coughs out as the evac arrives. 

“Wait, who the hell do you owe money?” Y/N shouts over the churning chopper blades, turning to Soap in confusion. The question is answered as Ghost knicks the wallet from Soaps back pocket,” you’re short a few hundred.”

“Sorry I didn’t bring cash with me on a mission, didn’t know we were stopping for some damn ice cream on the way back to base asshole.” Soap barks, almost silenced out from the thundering blades that were once again quickening to carry away König. 

“Lucky bastard doesn’t have to walk back to base either.” Y/N grumbles, scuffing a boot in the dirt before walking back to the trail that led them here.

“I’m sure the humvee is still drivable.” Ghost offers, only to receive a quick no from the other two in unison.

*a few hours later*

The sun was rising, beating down on the units sore and tired eyes as they finally reach the base. The door groans in protest as Ghost slams it open. The three left sit silently around the small kitchen table as the other unit members begin to crawl out of their own beds for the day shift. Silence lingers as the other members come and go before Soap finally clears his throat,” I haven’t heard any updates on König. But no news is better than bad news.”

“Ah, he’ll be fine. Just needs some blood pumped in him and some rest. I’m sure he’ll be released soon. I’m not going to sit around and wait to be the welcoming committee, I’m too damn tired.” Ghost yawns, stretching out his limbs before standing and waving the other two off. 

“You should get some shut eye too, kid. It’s been a long night and there’s only more ahead. The big guy will be fine.” Soap sleepily lilts out, accent becoming even heavier in his groggy state. Y/N droops forward, jolting up quickly to catch herself before nodding,” yeah. I think you’re right. I’m calling it a night… or day.”

“See you when the sun sets, Sharpshooter.” Soap yawns out, finally retiring to his room.

Y/N slowly trudges to her own like a mindless zombie, stripping down and crawling under the scratchy blanket and almost immediately passing out.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Y/N’s eyes crack open, seeing the sun was still shining, and upset that someone was being so loud knowing there was others sleeping. The sound rings again, but this time she realizes it’s knocks on her door. Dramatically rolling off the cot and groaning in protest she rips the door open,” seriously, I’ve been up all night and the last thing I need is an early wake up call!”

She finally stares at the chest of the knocker, eyes trailing up to see König with his veil still crookedly on.

“Actually, I’ll take this early wake up call.” Y/N smiles, leaning against the door frame awkwardly in an attempt to hide her anxiousness.

“I- I didn’t mean to wake you, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure you all made it back in one piece. I should’ve just waited…” he trails off, wringing his hands out and shifting his stance several times before continuing,” I should go… to bed, now. It’s been a long night.”

As König begins to walk off, Y/N circles her arms around him, resting her head against his mid back and yawning,” I’m so glad I didn’t kill you.”

König freezes, looking down at the smaller hands wrapped around him and turning in her arms to be able to look down at the hug assailant. 

“I don’t see how you would’ve killed me, saved me actually! You are amazing! Such a strong and fierce woman.” König boasts, hooking his arms under Y/N’s to pull her up, and settles his hands gently on her backside as she wraps her legs around his torso and hands on his shoulders. She sleepily admires the dopey eyes behind the facial covering that looks at her with so much appreciation and grips gently at his jawline,” let’s get some shut eye and you can compliment me more later handsome. You shouldn’t be lifting, let alone walking after getting shot.”

König coughs, clearing the catch in his throat before nodding due to a complete loss of words. He’s never been called handsome, and her words travel down him, filling him with pride as her head tucks in to the crook of his neck. Her very presence makes a gunshot wound seem like a cat scratch, and König would be a dead man walking if she had seen the discarded crutches by her door. It was the feeling of finding something worth fighting and living for, instead of something to die for. 

“Anything for you, meine leibe.” König whispers, pulling a hand to the back of Y/N’s head to stroke through her sleep riddled hair. The twinge of pain in his leg as he walks is a reminder that the woman sleeping in his arms could save a life just as easily as she could take it, and a promise to himself he would do everything in his power to make sure nothing ever hurt her in the ways he had been. 

“König, where are you taking me?” Y/N grumbles out in a moment of consciousness. He tilts down, kissing her temple through his veil and chuckles,” the couch. The both of us would never fit on a cot together.”

In the matter of a few hours, Soap would come out to set the kettle on the stove, stopping to view the massive blood thirsty killer they called König protectively curled around the tiny terror that was Y/N and see the two in the rarest state for either of them… total peace. He pulls the kettle before it could even whistle, pouring hot water over a bag and sipping the piping hot tea as Ghost walks out.

“Hurry and take a picture. I don’t think I’ve seen either of them not have the gleam of murder in their eyes.” He gruffly states, pouring the same water over instant coffee and joining in on the viewing. They both tense and hold their breath as Y/N shifts, rolling inwards towards König who was pressed up behind her, causing the both to only hold tighter.

“Do you two have anything better to do?” Y/N seethes out, slightly muffled by Königs chest.

“Not really, no.” Soap grumbles back, taking another sip of his tea and preparing to run. Y/N definitely thought of trying, but the tightening grip around her prevents her from moving,” don’t move. I’ll handle this.”

Soaps eyes become wide as the realization hits that it was now a tag team against him instead of just Y/N.

“Shit.” 

[mostlydeadlanguages]

Hello, I wonder do you still accept asks? Because me and my friends kinda self-taught myself on Akkadian recently and there's passage that kinda... sparked debates among my peers. I can't find the cuneiform but the Akkadian sounds like this :

ü-tu-lu-ma etlütu (gurus) [sa i] - [na ma] -a-a-al mu-si sal-lu 

Professional Assyriologist (Andrew George) translated that passage as :

The men were lying down, that were asleep on beds for the night

From the Akkadian dictionary we can identify some words

Utulu : [itulu] lay down

Etlutu (gurus) : Young men

Mu-si : at night

Sal-lu : sleep

Other words are too fragmentary for the admittedly amateur me to decipher, but I can't find any usual word for bed in that passage either "bitu" (bedroom), "erim", "gisnu", "huralbu", "i'lum", "marsu", or any other possible words for bed that you can find on the dictionary, let alone the proof that the word is plural. The closest I can find is, perhaps, that [na ma] there is a fragmentary word for "namallu" which in dictionary means "plank bed", double-sided bed. And also I can't find plural form on that line, so perhaps you can help me? Not necessary about the bed/beds, but more about how will you translate that line?

Hi! The fragment you mention is from the SB Epic of Gilgamesh, VI.180. Here is the score for that line (a comparison of various manuscripts):

Although the second line is a little different, we can use it in combination with the other versions to reassemble the likely original line: "ú-tu-lu-ma GURUŠ.MEŠ šá i-na ma-a-a-l mu-ši ṣal-lu." Whenever you see a double "-a-", as in "ma-a-a-l," it's generally transliterating a y/j sound, so it's listed in the dictionary as either "majālu" or "mayālu" (depending on how German your dictionary is!). "Majālu" is a relatively common Akkadian word for a bed or sleeping place. It's rendered in version 1 as "majāl" (no case ending) because "ina" will often occur with the bound (i.e. stripped-down) form of. noun.

So the word-for-word literal translation is "and-they-lay-down, the-young-men, in bed, at-night, sleeping."

Hope that helps, but let me know if you have further questions!

[antimony-medusa]

*new yorker accent* hey what’re yous thoughts on uhhh them queer platonic romances? new york numbah one da big apple babey!!!

Oh I love QPRs, I love relationship anarchy. I love the diverse ways that people can define a relationship that works for them, with whatever they need in it, and it can have sex or no sex, kissing or no kissing, sleeping together or sleeping apart, raising children together, buying a house, marriage, pet names, holidays with family— any sort of thing we put into a relationship, and we can pull that apart and reassemble it in a way that works for us, and it can be romantic or not, or sexual or not, but boy howdy it sure is queer.

Okay I have been assuming that this is in a fandom writing context, but the above all applies to them in real life. In FANDOM—

Okay I may be on the outside with this, but I think a QPR can definitely come up to the line of being ship, depending on the QPR, so I don't necessarily agree with the way this fandom has fallen into QPR = not!shipping that's safe to publically do to cubitos whose creators don't want ship.

Cause like, we have clips from streamers saying they're not comfortable with ship, or not comfortable with things being "weird", but they usually don't specify beyond that. In a lot of cases, they haven't specified if there's a distinction between character shipping or IRL shipping, so like in no cases have they specified if the issue with shipping is sex (cause you can have an ace romantic marriage with no sex— does that count as "ship"?) or romance (cause by definition QPRs would not apply) or strong emotional dwelled on bonds that tie them to another player in a tight way (cause like, this is what a fair number of people writing QPRs fall into, cause from the outside if you're not aro some of the QPRs look pretty close to romantic relationship on the surface! I know it's not romance, and you know it's not romance, but is a streamer just scrolling twitter going to see that at a first glance if they come across a snippet of someone calling each other a life partner and going to bed together?) Cause like, trying to put myself in the shoes of the streamer, I could see the problem being sex (makes sense) OR romance (makes sense) or any really tight emotionally-dwelled on life-bond relationship (some of this I don't know if the streamers might still think it's weird to see done to their characters, even if it's technically by definition platonic). So some of this I still don't know if QPRs are something that every creator is going to feel comfortable seeing?

And I don't tend to love the implications of some of the stuff twitter does where it's like "oh, i can't ship, only QPR", like QPRs are automatically like santitized "safe" shipping, instead of their own category of thing that could mean almost anything. Like in real life if you know someone is in a QPR you know they're in a QPR, you still have no idea if that means they're married, or have sex, or make out on the regular, or call each other lovey dovey things, or sleep together, you just know they have a life bond. This fandom treats QPR like it's only one thing, and like it's a lesser, training wheels type of relationship, and that really grinds my gears.

So for me QPRs fall into a category where I'm like, awesome, pog to do, I know we love to take interactions between cubitos and expand them out and it makes perfect sense to take some of these in a QPR way. Go on with your bad self. But unless a creator has explicitly allowed it/canonized it, honestly I'd treat it the same way as I would some of the more hot-button trigger tagged fics (abuse, cannibalism, whump, mind control, addictions issues, torture) or like "instincts driven" family dynamic stuff or extremely aged down family dynamic stuff, where I'm like yes, technically this is fine, but let's just be safe and keep that where the streamer only finds it if they go looking for it. Please keep it out of TTS. This is something for the fandom, not for the streamers.

Just tag your shit and keep it away from the streamers and you're good.