sprintingowl

[dekuneho]

reason ☆ ( thirdyear!katsuki x reader ) suggestive — your boyfriend breaks up with you, and katsuki doesn’t waste opportunities

The first fact Class 1-A learns about you is that you have a boyfriend.

Well — had. And now you’re third years, and it’s safe to say that you should’ve broken up long ago.

You had him since middle school, but they never met him. Your dynamic shifted from the perfect picture of high school sweethearts to something more toxic since you got into UA — 1-A, no less. Yuusei didn’t pass the UA exams and called you insensitive for asking him to come meet your ‘fancy hero friends’ while he was from some low-profile school, and back when you had sympathy for him, it was difficult to be peeved at his blatant jealousy. He had a compelling, teary face.

“That’s called manipulative,” Sero says.

“He was really insecure,” you confess. Not that it makes it any better. He was manipulative because he was insecure — but that wasn’t all. He’d been that way long ago. There was a different turning point.

Kirishima gives a gentle, understanding pat on the back. “We were busy enough as it is. But now we’re about to graduate; of course you started thinking more about your future.”

“And you got the perfect ending — a future without him!” Ashido cheers to that. You take a long, long, victorious sip.

Right. After your breakup, you phoned Ashido about it, unaware that she was out with the rest of your friends, but it wasn’t like you were on speaker. Ashido gasped and shrieked, and the rest continued in her apartment, bottles of fancy wine that probably came from Bakugou lined up on the table.

Bakugou had been silent the entire time, sitting on the far edge of the couch across yours. You didn’t even think he’d come along. He’d always been coldly indifferent when it came to anything related to Yuusei. He doesn’t offer a single word; you expected him to call you stupid for dragging it this long when you entered the room. He just stared, ruby tracing your every step.

“So? What made you snap?” Kaminari asks, nestling into the cushion beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder. You feel like a prey as Bakugou’s gaze holds on Kaminari’s arm for a moment too long. “What shit did he pull this time?”

Bakugou had been the reason for your breakup, and it almost feels like he knows exactly that.

Yuusei despised him. Bakugou is the physical embodiment of everything Yuusei failed to be, and you were friends with him. It really didn’t help that Bakugou has an ego and can back it up; Yuusei didn't have either.

Yuusei was in a heated argument with a classmate, and you got irritated by his voice drowning out even your music at the loudest volume. So you got up, buried your feet in your outside shoes, and glanced back.

“Hey, I’m going out.”

Yuusei was already having an awful day, and came the bottled-up aggression that made him spit in seething venom: “What, don’t tell me you’re going out to fuck Bakugou behind my back again?”

You paused from where you had been tugging your jacket sleeves up your arms. And then, unadulterated fury. The rest is history.

But that’s embarrassing to admit to your friends. They’d ask why Yuusei would even bring Bakugou up — why he is even a recurring argument in your relationship. It wasn’t just Yuusei that was the problem. Somewhere buried deep that Yuusei could feel was your shame, the one that knew Yuusei wasn’t just threatened by Bakugou because of one thing.

“He was having a bad day,” you say instead, and the mendacious excuse slips so easily. Back then, you thought it was because you needed to defend Yuusei; now, it was because you feared them also knowing the truth. “And I realized I just couldn’t — uh, anymore.”

“Yeah,” Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido agree together.

Bakugou finally shifts from where he’d been unmoving, ducking down to fill his glass. “‘least you learned your fucking lesson.” His gaze flicks up; the intensity makes you feel so shameful. It coils in your gut. “Forget the losers who can’t handle themselves. Go for the best.”

Coming from him. Is he flirting? This has to be flirting, right? Every word he says feels so charged, blatant with intent.

“Whoa, fresh on the market and you’re already saying that? Give it a few months, at least,” Kaminari laughs, followed by some, but you and Bakugou aren’t laughing. You’re stuck in this weird staring competition — looking away feels like admitting defeat. Feels like you’d straight up confess that yes, it’s you! You’re the fucking reason why!

“Yeah,” you mutter, though you’re not sure if it’s in response to Kaminari or Bakugou’s. You drag on another sip but feel as sober as a judge. You feel like you’d need ten more before you could even deal with whatever shit Bakugou is pulling.

“Cheer up, baby,” Mina coos. “You know you’re a catch. Yuusei will know exactly what he lost.”

“I don’t care about him anymore,” you say, which is the complete truth. “I’m getting shitfaced because I feel like I’m about to make a very bad decision.”

“Um?” Kirishima voices worriedly. “Do we need to take you somewhere?”

Bakugou stands abruptly, jingling his car keys in between his fingers. “Come on.”

“Are you drunk?” he asks before you can even pretend to open your front door.

“I only smell like it, but I really am too clear-headed for this,” you swear.

The moment he pins you to the wall and buries his mouth into yours, you know you are gone. This is what Yuusei had been fearing, what you’d been hiding — and fuck, it feels so good. He kisses like he’s starving like he’s been holding back for as long as you are. The shame comes spilling out soon after.

“I just got broken up with,” you say in a futile attempt to ease your guilt. “Hey — Katsuki, do you even—”

“I know what I’m doin’,” he says, mouthing over where your jaw and neck meet. "I know you want me."

“God, this is so fucked up,” you say, trailing off in a whine that really says a lot about you. “I’m an asshole. You’re really good at kissing — Katsuki—”

“Try three years of patience and tell me again what’s more fucked up,” Katsuki rasps, breath searing a mark on your skin, inciting a shudder that came down from your toes to your dizzy head.

“You were waiting for Yuusei and me to break up?”

“I get what I want.” Katsuki pauses, his eyes flicking up, arresting yours for a breath. “And he was a dick. Was bettin’ since year one.”

You curl a strand of his untamed hair, unwittingly charmed. “Sorry for making you wait.”

He responds by capturing your lips in a kiss, prying your mouth open with his, licking in, biting, pulling, grinding, and —

Katsuki softens his hold on your hips, pushing off. “Hey.”

You pant. Wow, you think, lightheaded, you don’t think you’d ever been kissed that well. “Hey,” you exhale over his mouth.

Katsuki bears his forehead heavily down on yours. “This isn’t some one-night stand rebound bullshit, you hear me? I didn’t wait three years just to get my dick wet — we’re doin’ this shit, got that?”

“I know,” you say, smiling. “You’re the best of all of them, right?”

[moonstruckme]

bodyguard!james when you have a panic attack 🫣

Ty for requesting!

cw: panic attack

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James draws closer to you. The older, stern-looking woman you’re talking to glances at him. It’s James’ job to blend in with the wallpaper, but he’s shirking those duties now for one more important. 

You follow the woman’s gaze, noticing him behind you. “Oh, hi.” You smile at him. It’s convincing, a good attempt at hiding how you’re feeling, but James knows you well. “I’m sorry, this is James. James, Linda.” 

“Pleasure to meet you.” James gives Linda a smile of his own. He knows who she is of course, everyone here tonight was pre-vetted by his team and he’s memorized her face as one of the safe ones. He shakes her hand, settling the other lightly on your back. “Sorry to steal her away, but” —James looks to you— “could I talk to you for a minute?” 

You give Linda an anxious glance, and he presses his hand more firmly to your back. A cue.

“Of course.” Your smile blooms again, this one apologetic. They’re all lovely, but James prefers the genuine ones. You say to Linda, “I’ll find you later, okay?” 

“Yes, please.” Linda gives your shoulder a fond squeeze, departing the conversation politely as James starts to guide you away. 

There’s a smaller room not far from you, usually connected to this main one but curtained off for the event. No one notices you slip through the curtain. Your quickening breaths are ten times more obvious in the quieter space. 

“It’s okay.” James supports you the rest of the way to the couch on the other side of the room. You sink down onto it on shaky legs. “You’re fine, angel.” 

You don’t move once you’re sitting, so he maneuvers your body for you, turning you sideways and bringing your feet up onto the couch so you can hug your knees the way you like to. Taking care of you is James’ job, but he thinks he would do it either way. He can’t imagine a life in which he isn’t looking after you. He unzips the back of your dress and starts taking off your shoes. These straps always give him trouble; he doesn’t know how you manage them.

You make a low, pained sound. James feels it in the back of his throat. “James—" 

“I’m not undressing you for everyone to see,” he says lightly. “Only loosening things so you can breathe. It’s just us here, yeah?” 

You nod, closing your eyes. Your breaths sound like they hurt. James doesn’t know what set you off, but these attacks are something you’ve dealt with before. He has a sense of what you need. 

“Sweetheart.” James finally succeeds in getting your shoes off. He clasps his hands over yours firmly, all piled atop your knees. “Just take a breath. One good breath.” 

You try, he sees you trying. But it seems like the air won’t settle in your lungs. Your eyes dip just south of his chin, as though you can’t stand to look at him while they grow distant and shimmery. 

“Good,” James praises you anyway. “You’ve got it, lovely, you’re okay. I know it’s hard right now, but can you do something for me? Tell me five things you can see.” 

You don’t want to. You never do, it’s clearly a lot of work to focus in this state, but eventually James coaxes you into identifying five things in the room. One of them is the earpiece he uses to communicate with the rest of the security team, which makes him smile. 

“I don’t usually call it my spiral cord thing,” he jokes, “but good job. Let’s do four things you can hear, yeah?” 

You get to three before you start crying. James’ heart aches. He hates to see you cry, but sometimes it does help you. You’re going to be upset about your makeup after, though. You fold your face into your knees, and he reaches over you to rub your back. 

“I know.” Your skin is warm beneath his touch, the whole of you shaking. “I know it doesn’t feel like it’s getting better, but it is. You’re doing a great job.” 

“I can’t—“

“Hey, you can. You can, sweetheart. You’re doing it already, you just can’t tell yet. Here, I have something for you.” James changes tactics, fishing in his pocket. He holds a bottle of lavender oil near your face. “Smell this.” 

You pick your head up, looking at the bottle before sniffing tentatively. 

“More than that,” he encourages. “Breathe it in. It’ll help.” 

You take the best inhale you can. Your nose runs and sweat glistens at your hairline, but you try for him. James praises you amply, taking deep breaths for you to copy. He isn’t sure if you notice him doing it, but eventually yours start to match his, slowing and lengthening until you’re getting true lungfuls of the lavender scent. 

James keeps it by your nose. With his other hand, he rubs your calf. 

“You’re okay,” he sighs. “How do you feel now, lovely?” 

“Okay.” Your voice still shakes, but now more with aftershocks than true adrenaline. “Sorry, I don’t know why that happened.” 

“You don’t have to know.” James pinches your nose clean, something in his stomach tightening when you shy. “I’m sorry it happened, too, but it’s not your fault.” 

“I should…” You take a big breath. James frowns and rubs your calf again. “I should go back out.” 

He makes a soft, reprimanding sound. “Not yet. Give yourself a few minutes. You need a break. They’ll all be okay without you for a bit.” 

Your eyes go to the curtain separating you from the main room. You look at it as though you can see right through and every guest at this event is standing on the other side, tapping their feet and muttering about where you’ve gone. 

“Take a break,” James says again. “You thought you were dying a minute ago.” 

“I really did,” you admit. “I thought it wouldn’t feel so much like that after the first time.” 

James hates to see you upset. He presses a kiss to the center of your forehead and puts the oil away. Squeezes your knees in his hands. “Are you going to be okay if I go out there for a minute? I just need to grab a couple of things.” 

You nod but watch his hands ruefully as he stands and they fall away from you. “What do you need?”

“Napkins, mostly.” He gives you a sorry smile. “Obviously you look beautiful no matter what, but I think you’re going to want to clean your face up.” 

“Oh, god.” You touch your fingers underneath your eye, feeling the tackiness of smudged makeup. “Thank you.” 

“Stay right there,” James warns. “If you’re doing anything other than breathing when I get back here, we’re going straight home.” 

You roll your eyes good naturedly. James feels relieved you’re feeling well enough to do it. “You’re the boss.”  

“I’m in charge of your safety,” he says. “So, yeah, I am the boss right now. Stay right there.” 

You hold your palms up in a show of surrender. James is happy to report that as he goes out the curtain, there’s a smile teasing your lips.

[incubationformadness]

Sorry but the Haymitch's dynamic with his final two tributes. will never not fuck me up.

Katniss: He hates hates hates her for being the same as him. He can communicate with her because she is the same as him. He's her mentor, of course he cares about her. He should be a father figure to her but he's too stunted by his own trauma so they exist like teenage allies in the never-ending arena which is a victor's life. He wants to keep her safe but she must also be a pawn in the rebellion. She makes him make promises he cannot keep. She is all that he could have been and he is all that she might be.

Peeta: The sacrificial lamb. The one Haymitch knows he can't keep. The boy who is better than the rest but must be condemned to die time and time again. Who demands that Haymitch saves Katniss, as Katniss demands that he saves Peeta, but Haymitch could not save Maysilee, or his family, or his girl. Everyone Haymitch has ever lost compressed into a single body and placed beside Katniss, so he is forced to look at her as his mirror.

[onlyangel4]

life of pain. LL30. part one. smau + written.

liam lawson x chronically ill reader

reader has dealt with pain for as long as she can remember but what she did not respect was for her pain to be the reason she met her soulmate.

author's note: i shall be writing this from experience so reader suffers from elher's danlos syndrome, chronic pain syndrome and chronic fatigue syndrome. but if you have a different chronic illness please do imagine it as that

faceclaim: kristine froseth

part two

y/ninsta posted a story

written: think i just won daughter of the year

y/ninsta posted a story

written: pj day

y/bff replied to this story: are you alright y/n you only wear pjs all day when it is a tough day

y/ninsta: i'm okay just been suffering the past week

y/bff: aren't you going to vegas soon

y/ninsta: fly out tomorrow

y/bff: just be safe okay love don't push yourself too far

y/ninsta posted a story

written: can't wait to celebrate you this weekend, love you dad

y/ninsta posted a story

written: fit check

y/ninsta posted a story

written: finally here

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"great more walking", you whispered under your breath as you tucked your phone back into your handbag. this was not your dad's fault, he had no idea that you had hardly gotten out of bed all week and now you were in las vegas pushing your body to do things that it really did not want to do. your lids were already heavy, ready for bed and it was barely 9pm, a feeling that you were used to but would never feel normal.

you had decided that you wanted to get good pictures from this trip, so you had only packed heels, a cruel way of forcing your pained body to wear the fashionable shoe rather than slipping into your good old faithful worn out sneakers.

slowly weaving through the crowd you made sure to keep your head up and not slump shoulders, a way of making sure the shooting pain in your shoulder didn't get worse. but as you walked your eyes looked up to see a large group of people walking towards you, they already looked drunk. fucking brilliant.

you just continued to walk forward feigning importance with each step but even then you got shoved by one of the men. your brow furrowed, no one got to disrespect you like that. you turned to get a look at the man who had shoved you and give him a piece of your mind but you quickly regretted that choice.

you twisted badly on your right near and as you were in heels there was no stopping your right knee from dislocating. something that happens all the time but does not get any less painful. your joint quickly popped out of place and then back in but the damage was done as a yelp left your lips and you crumbled down to the floor.

the people in the paddock were too preoccupied with the excitement that comes with attending a formula one race that they just did not notice you on a crumpled heap on the ground hand grasping your knee just to make sure that it was properly back in place.

you were getting yourself ready to stand back up all by yourself when you noticed a blonde man with his eyes looked on you making a beeline towards you. "shit are you alright, you took quite a spill there", he spoke and your brain registered the accent instantly. "i'm okay i do stupid stuff like this all the time", you spoke and the man gave you a gentle smile, "what exactly happened that looked a little more than a small fall?"

"my dislocated", you spoke seeing the usual horror spread on his face.

"shit do i need to call an ambulance"

"no, like i said this happens all the time"

the man looked at you with pure concern on his face, you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to work you out.

"i have elhers danlos, you probably have never heard of it but it just means my joints like to dislocate all the time"

prince charming slowly nodded, "okay lets get you up and then i can help you find your friends"

"i'm here with my dad, he text me saying he was in the williams garage. i was trying to find him"

"okay i'll help you find him", he spoke before wrapping his arm around your waist.

"if you are going to touch me like that i better know your name mister", you teased as you heaved yourself up into a standing position.

the man looked a little taken back by your question almost like you should have known who he was, "i'm liam", he smiled

"nice to to meet you liam, i'm y/n", you spoke before beginning the walk with him, his arm still around your waist, just helping you keep your balance as you hobbled over towards the williams garage.

the walk to the garage was really nice, liam was asking you all sorts of questions like where you were from and what your medical condition really meant for you. you yapped on about your life, enjoying the man's company as you got to the williams garage.

your father was stood outside eyes searching for you but when he spotted you and your company his mouth opened wider, "Oh y/n", he called out as you and liam approached him.

"you worried me girl, did something happen", he spoke still side eyeing liam making you quirk an eyebrow.

"i'm okay, my knee dislocated, i'm fine though", you spoke knowing how worried your father got sometimes.

but your father was a little more focused on the man next to you, "liam", he spoke, "it is lovely to meet you", he smiled and you frowned a little, how did your father know liam?

"i am very happy to see you back in f1, you drive brilliantly"< your father spoke and you gasped.

"shit, you are liam lawson, the new rb driver", you spoke turning to him, "i am so sorry i didn't recognise you, i am a casual f1 fan, my dad here is the real superfan", you explained to the man rambling on a little bit.

"that is okay y/n it was kind of refreshing to meet someone that doesn't know who i am", he spoke kindly, "i'm going to have to head back over to the garage for some media bits but i was wondering if i could have your number. i could hustle you two seats in the rb garage for the race", he spoke, "it will a lot safer there for you", he smiled.

your father was looking at you two starstruck and you just nodded, "of course", you spoke before he gave you his phone and you plugged your number in, "thank you for helping me liam", you spoke before waving him goodbye.

he left you stood there stunned as your father asked you ever question under the sun about your interaction with the driver.

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[hel1nn]

PLSS PLSS PLSS I NEED THIS

So Gojo has been neglecting his girlfriend y/n because of triggering the mental health of gojo's ex and because gojo still loves his ex he starts to neglect or abandon y/n but then again y/n only sees gojo as the source of her light, y/n sees gojo as a reason why y/n is still alive, and when Gojo starts to get mad towards y/n, y/n slowly falls apart and led her to death

PLS PLS I'M ON MY KNEES!!

The other women.

︵⠀satoru gojo x fem!reader ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

⌗ !! Heavy angst | Cursed words | heart break |

Listen to i bet on losing dogs by mitski and the other woman by lana del rey while reading:b

A/N : thanks for the request ^.^

Oh how you want him to forget about her. You know why satoru is avoiding you all the time. You caught him texting his ex, begging her to meet him. But his contact was blocked in her ohone,All you could do was keep it to yourself. What else can you do anyway, he's all you have left and trying your best to make him forget about his ex. As always you were watching tv alone,the promise of a movie night long gone. His not coming back hoke tonight again. You can't even focus on the show on tv,all you could think was about satoru. How he isn't sleeping properly,the bags underneath his eyes. You want to be his safe space that you always wanted to be. From the start of your relationship,satoru would let you touch him,even let you have the intimacy time with him but as time passes satoru had been pushing you away more and more. Its only two year of your relationship with him and why are your feelings are so deep? Because even before dating him you had loved hik for years,even when his ex and him were together. You had admired him from afar,not even daring to step into his love life. But when satoru accepted your love you thought you don't have to admire him from afar anymore yet. Here you are now,seeing satoru again cling to his ex,but you were still trying your best to continue this relationship. Trying your best to be enough for him, always treating him like satoru not like the strongest. You were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your phone buzzing. Maybe its satoru,as you though just to see shokos contact spaming you with so many texts. You were to tired to reply to anyone's texts and calls for now except satoru. You and shoko weren't that close but still she was a sweetheart to you. You turn the tv off, walking off to the bedroom to sleep knowing that trying to sleep is useless for you. You lay down on your bed,the clock already hitting 12 am.

It's already 3 am and satoru still hasn't come back,why ? You thought as always. You can't sleep, can't sleep without his warmth. One time you tood him this he ended up calling you too much clingy. And you ended up crying. You sit up slightly as you hear the jigglings of the keys, finally he had came back. You step out of your bed to see him. Satoru doesn't even tries to glance at you knowing you were standing behind him

"why didn't you come home early like you said" slips you lips,even though you didn't wanted to sound rude. Satoru just lets out an annoyed sigh as always.

"was busy with work,we can have a movie night later.." satoru said before leaving for bathroom to fresh himself up. You again walk off the the bedroom, laying down on it. Satoru comes to bed alot later than you,as satoru lays down you fight the urge to wrap your arms around him. His back facing you, missing how satoru used to hold you against his chest. You wait a few minutes, waiting for him to relax fully so you could wrap your arms around him. Finally when the moment comes,you gently wrap your around him torso just to-

"y/n." You freeze up, fearing he would push you away again.

"w-what is it" you mumble

"i am not in the mood"

"but i was just want to cuddle satoru.." you traill off, slowly pulling yourself away.

"just stop being clingy for a moment..please." satoru grumbles, before moving further away from you. Satoru noticed how hard your trying to continue your relationship with him. How your lips stays on his cheeks more longer than before. Everyday making dinner for him even though he doesn't comes home. Trying to takr extra care of him but all he does is pushing you away. Satoru feels the guilty covering him up again but- satoru cant help but love and miss his ex so much more than you...oh.

You don't say anything, just lay down. Trying your best to keep your teaes to yourself that are already peaking in the corner of your eyes. Satoru still hasn't moved on yet got in a relationship with you,its your fault for still continuing this barely alive relationship. But you cant help but be selfish. trying your best to make him forget about his ex by giving him all the love you have for him. You felt so so much stupid but you loved him so much more than you loved yourself. He was your everything. You silently cry yourself to sleep again, waking up to a empty bed. You take your phone to check all the texts finally, opening the shokos contact. Oh,you feel like your heart stops beating. Why is there a photo of satoru with a familiar girl? What is that. Not even reading her texts you hit the call button to talk with shoko. Did satoru really met his ex? No that's not true,it shouldn't be true.

"y/n" shoko say behind your phone, already knowing you will say.

"w-whos that girl with satoru w-why does s-she looks like his e-ex-" you speak with the tremblings on your lips, already trying to stop the tears.

"y/n try to relax a little bit,i know it doesn't feels real but it is. I caught him talking with her. And it's the best for me to tell you. I am sorry what that asshole has did to you. Its the best if you two break up,you don't deserve him y/n. This relationship isn't healthy for you" shoko sighed,she couldn't help tell you all these things and as much details as she could. After all the talking and crying you finally hung up. cheeks stained with tears as your breath was stil Hitching. Maybe your the other woman here. The other woman who didn't get the love she wanted. You feel like crying again. You try your best to keep your pieces together as you finally left for work. The night you came home alone as always. No satoru to greet you warmly. You slip down on your bed,not even bothering to remove your clothes. Satoru is the only hope for you but tonight you will ask him. If he loves you more or her. Everything inside you feels hollow. The sheets had his scent but it only increased the pain in your heart.

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"satoru.." you finally spoke after he got in the bed,satoru looked at your. His blue irises missing the loving gaze. you take a deep breath.

"we have to talk" you said, avoiding eye contact with him

"what do you wanna talk about now, don't tell me why did i came home late tonight even though you know the reason" satoru mutters, your miserable. Satoru is the reason yet seeing the tired expressions and dark circles,his sadness underneath it makes your heart clench. You know no Matt what you'll never be able to hate this man. The man that never loved you like you wanted to.

"why do you always push me away? Is it her?" You blurt out. "Do you still love her?"

Satoru freezes,why are you asking him this? Yiu should know it. Know it and left him already,you don't deserve a man like him. You deserve better. His mouth opens to say something but it closes again.

"answer me satoru. Please.." you look at him with the pleading eyes of yours,you want to know it. You don't know when this talk turned into a argument,him yelling at you while you yell at him,tears streaming down your face when finally admits the truth you never wanted to exist.

"yes i do love her. I love her more than you" satoru grumbles, feeling guilt and anger at the same time, how the hurt was painted on your face, how the fat tears were running down your face. he walks away from the room, planning on sleeping on the couch. All you could do was cry more,you knew he loved her more than you. Or Maybe he had never tried to love you. You were something he used to forget about his ex. So why did it hurted this much hearing it from his mouth. Your sobs were loud,satoru could hear it. All he could do was ignore. And you crying yourself to to your most painful sleep. You and satoru broke things off but your love for him never disappeared. You felt like a dead body who's heart was still beating. At work you'd see him, looking so happy with his students. But you were never able to make him this much happy, you thought. Today you had a mission to complete. A special grade, knowing that you were far from it. Oh how your heart had ached so badly when you saw him in a cafe with her. You don't know why did you agreed to this but you did. You couldn't get what was going on in your life. Everything felt meaningless without him,he was your sun and you were the moon. The moon who nedded the sun but the sun was focused on the earth. Actually its her. And no one. So when the curse's arm pierced through your chest you didn't fought back,tiu didn't had the energy to continue anything anymore. Being dead would be more peaceful than living a life so painful like this. Maybe in another life,you would be satoru's earth.

Satoru looks at your dead body laying in shoko's morgue,he told himself he doesn't loves you but seeing you here laying lifeless, knowing that you were there for him no matter what. You loved him no matter what. His heart ached. He still remembers how you you cried when satoru told you he still loves his her,her who's getting married to someone next year. His hand gently holds yours, caressing you cold knuckles. The white clothe around you had almost soaked in your blood.

"maybe in another life I'll be able to love you,y/n."

Okayyy i tried my best:((( thanks again for the request nonnie!! And English isn't my first language sorry if i did any mistakes:)

[max-icons]

On the topic of Mouthwashing though, I really do wish we got more time as Curly's POV to get a better understanding of the rest of the crew and their personalities.

Jimmy's pov he views Anya as weak, constantly fawning, a nervous wreck, incapable of thinking for herself. He views Swansea as this drunken, fat oaf who's never spent a day in his life being successful at anything other than one bottle down the drain away from complete spiral. He views Daisuke as his rich boy who's never had to work a day in his life and has absolutely everything— including the internship, handed to him on a silver platter. And he views Curly as this absolute. A thing to idolise, a thing to destroy, a stepping stone but also a helping hand. He utterly loves hating Curly, and he loves the hate that comes from it.

Jimmy rarely talks bad about Curly, only ever swapping the blame off himself but he never once talks badly about him the same way he does to the other crew members. Curly is his paragon, something he spent years and years of chasing, being so far and yet so close to, and when he finally feels like he could finally surpass him, or even simply be equals for once, Curly gets the opportunity of a lifetime at a job he hates. How selfish, how utterly pathetic and selfish for Curly to hate a job that makes Jimmy feel powerful. He likes it there, he is in control. And that resentment starts to truly build when Jimmy realises how selfish Curly is for wanting to escape from something that enables Jimmy so much.

But when we finally see through Curly's eyes, Anya is fun, she is enthusiastic, she loves to make jokes, she loves to draw, read, and even has what seems to be an budding relationship with Curly himself, taking to his comment about being fit to fly in her eyes like it's a common exchange of flirting between the both of them. She is at ease around him, her walls have dropped, and she feels safe to talk to him, and even attempts to try and get him to open up more to her.

Daisuke is capable, he is enthusiastic, a hard working Intern who really enjoys what he does, engineering. Curly is receptive of this, and isn't even the one to reprimanded him when he sets off the sealant foam because he can see the good in him, because he can see that he was genuinely trying to help. He never once comments about him being stupid, or lacking, or in any light that could implicate that he hasn't worked hard to get where he is, even if he did have assistance from his parents, he still met that mark of passing for internship.

And although not much is expressed with Swansea, we know that they're capable of being honest with eachother, and allow themselves to joke between the both of them. And when Curly does have to step in and act like a Captain, he even goes as far to trust the axe directly to Swansea himself. In a ship where absolutely everything has to go through him, everything needs clearance and everything needs to be triple double checked, he trusts Swansea with the axe.

And onto Jimmy, Curly can see his faults, the cracks and the damage Jimmy has on the surface, but insists on seeing something deeper within him too. Constantly reminding him that "They'll figure it out" and just to take "One day at a time" because he is genuinely reaching out to Jimmy and attempting to give him support. Despite the ugliness, he is looking at Jimmy with a lens of the bigger picture, his overall achievement of being his co-pilot, his friend. Curly was genuinely proud of Jimmy for accomplishing what he has, and acknowledges that it wouldn't have been wasted considering he has had it rough back on earth.

We can see both of their stark personalities in also how we see the ship itself. Everytime we are through Jimmy's perspective, the ship is destroyed, blanketed in a red hue constantly, it is crowded, suffocating, rusting and breaking apart at the seams. Even right before the ship is actually crashed, it is not long before his entire senses are overloaded with the red flashing lights of an emergency warning. He lives in that sunset, in that firey essence of destruction and death.

But through Curly's eyes? We see sun, clouds, happiness, warmth, we see the moon, the twinkling stars. The beauty of a lived space, the calmness and the comfort of the Tulpar. Celebrating birthdays, playing board games, reading books, enjoying life to their fullest on the ship. We know he enjoys simple food, trucker food. That caffeine keeps him up, that he refers to Polle with joy, referring to the statue as "Ponyboy", mentioning that he loves Anya's and Swansea's music choices on the radio.

And then suddenly his whole life is utterly consumed by that red, firey inferno. Constantly blaring in his eyes, burning away at his skin and even more constant reminder of the white, hot death that awaits him.

Everything in this game is through the lense of a cynical, self absorbed unreliable narrator who sees kindness as a weakness and lashes out accordingly. I would kill to have seen and experienced more as Curly, but I think the lack thereof is intentional. A nod to just how truly empty and vulnerable he has become, stripped away of all things that made him, him. Both in appearance and personality, all taken from him by the one person he thought he could trust.

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best- Jungkook (part 4)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Note: Thank you so much for your love and support <3 If there is any mistakes I'm sorry. Let me know so I can correct it. Lots of love

After being there for a while, lost in his thoughts, he felt an arm around him. He didn't have to look back to know who it was.

“I was looking for you baby. Why did you leave like that? I mean I wasn't expecting it but I- ” Jungkook interrupted her  

“I saw Y/n just a few minutes ago. She told me to tell you she had someone waiting for her outside and she was leaving. Did you two come with anyone else?” 

“Y/n left? She didn’t say anything else? No, we came alone but got apart after. Maybe she followed our steps and decided to get some action for the night. I was starting to worry for her, I mean who doesn’t want to get laid once in a while?”  

Jungkook looked at Sewoon with discuss and took her arm off of him, paid for what he consumed and started to leave without saying anything else. Sewoon grabbed his hand but he quickly took it out. She looked so confused he started to laugh  

“Sewoon I- did you hear yourself back there? What does it matter if she gets laid or not? Why is that even on your mind? Aren't you worried about her? She left alone with someone neither you and I know. Are you-” 

“Why do you care so much Jungkook. Seriously, she’s an adult. If she left with someone was because she felt safe with that person. I’m sure she isn't thinking about you or me right now.” she approached him more and touched his buff chest “why don’t we do the same, hm. Let's leave, enjoy our night together. I missed you and I know you missed me too, let's -” 

“I’m not in the mood Sewoon. Honestly i just want to go home. This been a hell of a night and one to forget. Are you staying or want me to drop you off somewhere?” Sewoon’s face changed drastically. From a sweet and seductive expression to one Jungkook wasn't familiar with. He wasn't about to put up with it, so he said his goodbye and left on his motorcycle.  

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Meanwhile Y/n, after that little fight with Jungkook finally found Lisa resting near a wall outside of the club. “I was wondering if I had to go get you” “sorry this guy messed with me and then Jungkook stepped in and it was a whole mess and -” 

“Wait wait, Jungkook? A male name you say?” she teased Y/n while she sighed “yeah like I said long story.” They started walking until they reached Lisa's car and got in, when she asked “do you wanna go to mine? Drink some wine, eat a lot of crappy food while you tell me all about this jungkook and what Sewoon has to do with it.” Lisa didn’t have to wait for Y/n’s answer since her big smile said enough. When they got to her apartment, Y/n’s mouth dropped to the floor. It was such a big and nice apartment, so cozy and simple while hers was so small she could barely move, but was the only thing she could pay for.  

Lisa went to grab two glasses and some rosé wine and ordered some Mcdonalds, then they sat on her comfortable white couch and y/n started to explain her situation. 

“It happened one day during winter. I had just started working at the coffee shop. It was very rainy and windy so it was almost empty, just two or three clients max. Sana, my work collegue, was on her break and I was organizing the cupcake counter when I saw this beatiful young guy walk in. I froze. I literally panicked Lisa, you have no idea. He was so gorgeous and I was full of flour on my clothes and face and I was alone at the time so i did what I do best, embarass myself” Talking about this Y/n could feel it like it was yesterday and smiled so lightly and genuinely. When was the last time this happened, she thought.

“Please tell me you didn’t say any jokes involving flour and cupcakes” Y/n gave her a tiny slap in the arm and laughed. "Pff who do you think I am? No I didn't do that, I did worse. literally hid myself under the balcony right in front of him, stayed there for a minute until he made a noise with his throat and asked me if I lost something and needed help finding it”  

Right there Lisa couldn’t control her laughter, placing her glass on the nearest table only to fall on the ground dying of laughter. Once it ceased she grabbed the glass of wine again, taking a few sips “you are unbelieveable Y/n. Thank you for making me laugh so much today. That happens when you revolve your life around others you know? But please continue don't let me stop you. I like where this is going” she mocked again.

Y/n rolled her eyes. Never has she been more embarassed in her life. “You’re supposed to make me feel better” she mumbled. “Well... After that, I got up so quickly that I almost fell. I apologized and said I dropped my earring and was looking for it. The best part? I don’t even have holes in my ears. But he didn’t say anything about it, pretty sure he noticed I was a nervous mess and dropped it before I could make it any worse. He gave me a big smile so I smiled back, asked him what his order was and then -" Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Lisa got up and went to see if it was your order, got back inside with it and after settling everything on the table you started to eat. Never a meal tasted so good.

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A few minutes later Lisa speaks again “back to our convo, what happened? After you took his order”. Y/n sighed “you love to know everything don’t you?” she laughed “he asked for a cupcake and hot chocolate. He was always very kind even when I was being so weird you know? But he got me so nervous I didn’t want to have any more interaction with him so I tried to stall until Sana finished her break but she was taking so long and I noticed him taking some glances over, so I knew it had to be me. As I reached his table I tripped, leading me to drop the hot chocolate on him--- Gosh I shouldn't be telling you this. You’re gonna tease me for the rest of my life” 

“No wonder the dude got so hooked on you after. You did quite an introduction” Lisa said cleaning the tears coming out her eyes from laughing. “Poor guy just wanted a cupcake and ended up getting a burn”

“Don't even remind me. I thought it was it. I just burned a client and made a mess, I was sure I was gonna be fired. But Jungkook remained so calm, told me he was okay. I helped him and didn’t stop apologizing to him, told him I was new in there but that was no excuse so if he wanted to talk to the manager I'd understand and offered to pay any sort of damage. You know what he did? Turns to me and says I’m cute. I burned him and he called me cute. I lost it” 

“He seems like an amazing guy Y/n. I figure ever since that day he went back to the coffee shop ?” Lisa spoke softly 

“He did. After that incident I tried to avoid him so bad but he would always ask for me to Sana, leaving me with no other choice. We ended up getting close and I developed a huge crush on him that everyone knew about but him” Y/n gaze turns sad remembering the day Jungkook and Sewoon met.  

"So how did he meet Sewoon?” Lisa asked curious. “At the coffee shop. She passed by to tell me that she got in the agency she wanted and then Jungkook walked in. She knew about him and asked if that was the one I’ve been talking about. Then I went to see what he wanted to get and he asked me about my friend so I introduced them. Didn’t expect them to turn out a couple. Not like that . I think I was hoping that Sewoon would refuse, knowing that I had a crush on him and that we were quite close.”

“So she knew and still went for him? That little bitch. I knew she wasn't as good as she seemed” Lisa said irritated. “She asked me. One night she appeared in my house and asked me if I still liked him. I was the one who told her to go for it.” Y/n said with tears already forming in her eyes. Lisa approached her and gave her the longest hug, patting her back. “still Y/n, that’s very low of her. It’s girls code. Did you ever told her no?” Your silence was the answer she needed. “God Y/n I’m trying so hard not to diss you right now. When are you gonna put yourself first? When are you gonna stop behaving like someone else's puppet? Be honest with me, do you like your life?” 

That rang a bell in Y/n’s ears. No she didn’t. She wanted to visit places, have fun, be herself, leave that place she called home and stop working in the coffee shop just to focus on her dreams. She was about to answer but Lisa got ahead of her. “You know what? Take some days off. Let’s have a girls trip you and me. I’m bored here and you need a way out of this whole mess. It’s time for you to find yourself Y/n.” “I don’t have any money for that Lisa. It’s hard for me to pay the rent let alone go on a trip”

“Move in with me. It’s just me in here and as you see, this house is huge. And no one told you anything about paying. Pretty sure you don’t remember but my dad works in an airplane company. Think about it.” Lisa exclaimed super enthusiastic  

Before Y/n could answer, her phone started to ring. She looked over “Jungkookie”

“Are you gonna pick up?”

“No. No I’m not. You're right Lisa I have to start doing things for me. Put myself first" she looked over the window "About your idea, I’m in. Book us a flight. Tomorrow morning I’ll talk to the my manager. I never took days of so it won't be a problem. Let's do it” 

" I knew you were gonna say yes. Get ready because this trip is gonna be life changer" Lisa said making a toast with Y/n. Here comes a new opportunity. You wouldn't less this one miss.

Not anymore

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[marte-14]

I wanted to draw Wars with a dragon.

Somehow, from drawing Warriors on the battle field with a dragon to represent his spirit… it became Warriors having a pet dragon… and finally, it became Wars having a dragon as his adoptive mom.

Continuation>

Lore behind this idea!!! (It’s sad)

Warriors wasn’t raised by a dragon. He has his own human family but he also has met this dragon, who decided to adopt him, becoming her family as well.

Dragons are respected in Hyrule, they are killed only if they become dangerous for cities and for the environment. Dragons are also hunted for their skin and horns ,which is illegal, and the babies are caught to be selled in the black market.

Scylla (mama dragon) once lived in the wild with her baby in the forest. She had lost her companion during an attack from poachers, during which she also lost her left from leg, but she saved their baby.

They got attacked a second time, she was injured severely (she lost her left wing as well) and she couldn’t protect her baby, who was taken away.

The poachers left her there, since they where just after the baby and skinning a dragon is to much work.

She would have died from her injuries, if it wasn’t that Captain Link came across her while returning from a mission (this is before the war btw). Wars, as all the Links, loves animals a lot so he organised an operation to save her a bring her to a safe place.

Poaching dragons is a big issue in Wars’ Hyrule, so they actually have a few structures to save help the ones that they find. One of these in Castletown.

Wars will go to visit Scylla often. Scylla will grow attached to him, he has the spirit of a young stubborn dragon which reminds her of her own baby, in the end it will be clear that she has adopted him.

Warriors isn’t unhappy about it, he calls her mama because he knows she likes it.

When Scylla is healed, Wars helps her find a cave where she can stay that is close to the town, so Wars can visit her.

When Wars goes through the portal and meet the other heroes, Scylla is worried but her "mama’s instincts" tell her that her second son is fine, so she just wait for his return.

This is their first reunion, where he also introduce her to the heroes

[kenisle]

thinking about how each of edwin’s new acquaintances in port townsend opens him up to a different kind of affection/relationship — ones he can finally separate out after spending much of his afterlife intertwined with charles

first there’s crystal, whom he can meet tit-for-tat in snippy bickering — at first it’s sharp and stress-fueled, but as time passes it becomes good-natured as they grow to care about each other. they can argue and call each other out on bullshit to exercise their wit in a friendly exchange of barbs.

then there’s the cat king, who flusters edwin with his overt advances. he’s aware of his attractiveness and remains firmly shameless about it, as well as his interest in edwin. he’s a nuisance, and he keeps edwin on his toes by forcing him to confront the idea of physical attraction instead of brushing it aside, but he never goes far enough to cause harm (and doesn’t want to).

next is niko, with whom down instantly forms a very sweet connection. theirs is a relationship of platonic affection, patience, and understanding. they both learn from each other and find solace and safety in their time spent together.

our final piece of the puzzle is monty. he and edwin both immediately catch each other’s romantic interest. they exchange books and plan cute ghost walking dates — probably something edwin has seldom (if ever) done with someone he actually liked (and knew he liked) in a romantic sense.

i think, once edwin’s gotten to experience each of these dynamics separately (rather than it all getting mixed up back when he was only close to one person), then he’s able parse through his feelings towards charles and realize that they’re all present, not just the purely platonic care he knows he holds. it wasn’t just his reactions to the cat king and/or monty that contributed to him figuring out that he’s in love with charles; it was all four of these relationships.

(each of the individuals helped with their actions, too, not just how edwin engaged with them. crystal refused to ignore the various elephants in the room that edwin was clearly experienced in ignoring and determined to continue doing so. the cat king behaved similarly, tending to ‘say the quiet parts out loud,’ as he admitted, and using his shapeshifting abilities to plant seeds of doubt and curiosity. niko told edwin that queerness was real and valid, that it wasn’t inherently shameful, and demonstrated that she was a safe person to discuss it with. then monty served as a tangible example of someone being interested in edwin, an opportunity to explore those feelings with someone who wasn’t charles — a crossroads of sorts, at which edwin made the conscious and significant choice to break things off)

and all the while, despite the uncertainty surrounding the two of them, charles is there, on a journey of his own as well, inadvertently reminding edwin at every turn that he’s there, that he cares about edwin, and why edwin cares about him. so edwin doesn’t want to just brush it aside anymore, or keep it close to his chest even if he admits it freely to himself; he decides to tell charles what he’s realized, with no expectation of him reciprocating. he just wants to share this new piece of himself, wants charles to know how much he is loved.

[midnightfantasiez]

Training Session | Octoberfest Day 12

➺ Pairing - host!Younghoon x f!reader x client!Sunwoo

➺ Drink - Mystery Cocktail (wildcard x threesome)

➺ Summary - Never would you have expected one of your clients to actually come to you and ask for sexual advice. But when he does, there is no way you could turn him down & decide that it would be interesting to drag your fellow host from the club to join in on the fun.

➺ Word Count - 1,901

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, dirty talk, both Younghoon & reader works in a host club (so yes it's in the red light districts set in Akihabara), petnames (honey, sweetheart), Sunwoo is pretty much inexperienced in here but he goes with flow and catches up along the way 👀, threesome, unprotected sex, blowjob, rough sex, cum tasting, spit kink (if you squint), face riding, doggy style, voyuerism, degradation, kissing, hickeys

➺ Author’s note - And here is the final installment of our Octoberfest collab!! it's been such a wild ride thank you to everyone who has been reading & supporting us!! this is my first time writing a threesome so forgive me if it seems awkward 😭 big shoutout to @daisyvisions for beta-reading this through for me i labyu loads 😘💗

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“I’m sorry, sir. You want the number one hostess to tend to you today?” 

“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I said,” Sunwoo spoke firmly as he pointed at the signboard depicting all of the hostesses on duty for the night. 

“I’m afraid I might be unable to respond to that request, sir. Miss Y/N is a very busy person-”

“How much?” Sunwoo spoke louder, a hint of desperation showing as he slammed his credit card on the table. “I don’t mind paying extra if that’s the case.”

“But sir-”

“What seems to be the problem here?” You walked into what appeared to be a commotion that could easily get out of hand if left unattended. You placed a reassuring hand on the waitress’s shoulder, giving her a light tap to signal that you were fine handling this particular client and that she could return to her post.

The moment you sat down next to the man, he subtly scooted away and lowered his head, as if suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, with a noticeable redness creeping up to his ears.

“What’s your name, sweetheart? It looks to me like this is your first time here tonight,” you said seductively as you crossed your legs together while pouring you and him a glass of champagne. 

“S-Sunwoo…” the male mumbled as he gladly took the drink and chugged it down in one sip. 

“Whoa! Are you okay? Here, let me help you.” You felt a moment of panic, realising the champagne you had served was a bit stronger than usual (your services were naturally a bit pricier as the top hostess) as you reached for a napkin and gently dabbed his plump lips.

“Y-Yes! I just…umm…need some advice, if you will….” 

“Oh? What kind of advice?” 

“This might sound awfully ridiculous, and you can laugh at me all you want-”

“Sunwoo.” You firmly rested one of your hands on his shoulders and squeezed him. “Hosts clubs are a safe space, and nobody will judge you for anything, alright? Just like how all these men and women have their own reasons for coming here tonight.” 

It seemed that Sunwoo still needed some time to compose himself, so you decided to be as patient as possible and gave him some space—since he was the client that you were dealing with now, after all. In the midst of all of that, the number one host just so happened to walk past and decided to take a seat next to you—joining in with the fun as he wrapped his arms around a girl he was entertaining for the night.

“Younghoon! What brings you here?” You asked.

“Can’t I come over to see how the number one hostess is doing? Might need to snoop around to make sure you don’t snatch my job away, too,” he joked.

“Oh, come on. You’re just jealous that there are two number-one positions in this nightclub. Maybe you should move to the club down the streets-”

“Please teach me how to please someone.” 

Instantly, you and Younghoon turned to look at Sunwoo, who was now pleading with you—his eyes wide and doe-like as he downed another glass of champagne in one gulp. You thought you must have misheard; it had been a while since you'd had to resort to that particular service for a client.

A new rule has been circulating in the streets of Akihabara: hosts and hostesses are discouraged from engaging in those acts due to new regulations that all employers and employees must follow. However, a little fun outside the workplace doesn’t hurt if both parties consent—and you’ll even earn some extra cash outside the club.

You hesitated momentarily before closing the distance between you and Sunwoo as you wrapped your fingers around his chin to lift his head up. “Are you sure you’re down for this? I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle the lessons that I provide, though.” 

Determined, Sunwoo grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Affirmative.”

With that, you simply smirked before turning your head behind to look at Younghoon while giving him the look before you leaned in close to whisper into Sunwoo’s ears.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, honey.”

The repetitive sounds of something popping in and out of your mouth, followed by the hard, rhythmic chugging, filled your apartment. Sunwoo’s moans grew increasingly unrestrained as he gripped the sheets, while your beloved number-one host continued to thrust from behind at his own steady pace.

When you first brought it up, Sunwoo wasn’t sure about heading to your apartment to do the deed. However, when you slammed the door shut and kissed him feverishly at your doorstep, he instantly changed his mind and allowed you to do whatever you wished. 

It wasn’t long before you both entered your bedroom and threw the man right on your bed before you started stripping him and pulling out his cock to massage it a little before taking it all in your mouth. Since you had invited Younghoon over, he wasn’t going just to stand there and do nothing as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him.

While you were keeping Sunwoo busy, Younghoon wasted no time stripping both you and himself before positioning you on all fours. He quickly pulled out his already dripping wet cock that had his precum oozing all out before inserting it entirely into you. 

At this point, it was a full-on battle on who was going to cum first and whoever’s moans would be louder than the other. As Younghoon started picking up his pace, so did you with Sunwoo’s cock as you slowly tasted his precum dripping out from his member.

“Y-Y/N! I’m coming!!” Sunwoo yelped as you lowered your head to the point where you felt his tip touch the back of your throat before he released all of his liquids into you, the excess slowly dripping down from the corners of your mouth.

Sunwoo was bewildered to see the sight before him, but you wasted no time to crawl up against him to connect your lips with his—spitting back a little portion of his cum into his mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby. Look how well you did for me,” you cooed as you kept praising him for being such a good little puppy for you.

Just then, a sound was heard behind you as your fellow host did the same, with his liquids dripping down to your thigh as he came down from his high. “It’s not fair that Sunwoo gets all the fun while I don’t,” he sulked.

“Someone’s jealous, eh? Be patient, I’m just about to deal with you right now,” you teased as you turned behind to position Younghoon’s cock on your lips. But just before you begin all the fun, you instruct Sunwoo to lie down further, and you slowly rest your hips on his face. 

You could tell he wasn’t too sure about the whole idea, but you reassured him that it’d all be worth it. When he finally nodded, you completely relaxed as you sat on his face—rolling your hips a little for him to start licking your dripping wet clit.

Now that Sunwoo was preoccupied, you could finally start licking the tip of Younghoon’s cock as he threw his head back. You knew that out of all the girls back at the club, he’d always try to find the time to get to know you better outside of work—even though none of you decided to label whatever your relationship with one another is. 

It all started with just catching up outside of work and sharing about your days. Slowly, that turned into meeting up regularly at each other’s apartments, and you ended up spending the nights with him a lot.

It definitely was a first for a client like Sunwoo to ask you to teach the young lad himself some lessons. Still, knowing how Younghoon quickly gets jealous whenever you spend a tad bit more time with other guys than himself, you figured you might as well invite him to tag along and show him much more of what else you’re truly capable of.

“You nasty little slut; what’s up with you asking me to join in this whole little fun that you’re doing with Sunwoo?” Younghoon growled. 

“What? I’ve always wanted to try a threesome—besides, Sunwoo is having the time of his life eating me out underneath-” You paused in between as Sunwoo’s tongue stuck deeper into your clit, biting your lips whenever he hit a good spot. 

And Younghoon was not enjoying that look you have on your face. “You’ve got the audacity to act like this in front of me, don’t you?” 

Before you could even respond, he bucked up his hips as he cupped your face before pushing his cock in swiftly—making you choke in response to his action.

“All talk now, are we? I’ll remind you who is the one you should only be eating out regularly instead-” He let out a deep huff before a smirk was plastered across his face as he pushed your head back and forth—controlling your movements and not giving you a chance to escape from his grip.

As much as Sunwoo was taking his time to explore every area possible underneath truly, your sudden soft moans that turned into whimpers suddenly aroused him even further—making him wrap his arms around your thigh and pulling you down aggressively before picking up his pace to match with Younghoon’s. He was now attaching his lips to yours as if his life depended on it. 

The overstimulation was starting to get out of hand for you as teardrops began dripping down the corners of your eyes before eventually cumming all over Sunwoo’s face as Younghoon, too, released everything he’s got into your mouth. When he finally pulls out his dripping cock with a pop, you immediately fall straight down onto your bed in defeat—slowly trying to calm your breathing down.

You were convinced that everyone would take a break after all of that. Still, you have certainly underestimated how sickening Younghoon can get once you both start this whole game of provoking one another—because now you find yourself being flipped over.

Sunwoo was crawling up on you as he connected his lips with yours, turning it into a battle of swirling each other’s tongues. You slowly opened your eyes to see that Younghoon was now sitting at your desk, witnessing the whole thing, as he let out a menacing grin.

You didn’t fully understand what that meant, as you were trying your best not to get distracted. Sunwoo started moving down to your neck and began sucking while he brought forward his cock to your entrance and started rubbing his tip against your sore clit.

“Y-Younghoon…w-what’s going on?”

“I’m sure Sunwoo has picked up the skills he needed by watching me fuck you real good minutes ago.”

The moment Younghoon crossed his arms and legs as he leaned back onto your chair, he simply tilted his head to the side before smiling at you—one that you knew very well yourself that hid malicious intent behind that pretty face of his.

“And now, I’m going to be the judge of that and guide him along the way to the point that you can forget about walking properly for the next day or two.” 

[hotshotsxyz]

10. If 911 was a supernatural show, how would your favorite storyline be rewritten? (Ex: the tsunami storyline would be due to mermaids or a evil witch targeting the 118 coven or some shit)

Would love to hear your thoughts on this because I adore supernatural/magic AUs!

okay now i'm REALLY glad i only shared one idea the first time lmfao

okay, so. buck & maddie are merfolk. as a coming of age ritual, they are permitted to walk the earth as humans for a year and a day. if, after that day, they choose to stay on the surface, they're never permitted to return to their society. in addition, should they ever touch even a drop of seawater again, they'll be transformed back into merfolk permanently & cursed to wander the oceans alone for the rest of their lives.

after maddie leaves, she doesn't come back (*cough*doug*cough*), so when buck is finally allowed on land, he goes looking for. he searches for his entire year, and when he isn't successful, he decides to stay on land, rather than give up the search. he settles in LA, joins the LAFD, and hires a PI.

fast forward, he finds maddie, she escapes doug, and everything in season 2 largely plays out the same way.

then. the tsunami.

as soon as buck sees it coming, he knows what's going to happen to him. he doesn't care. he has christopher to protect, and having his tail will enable him to do it, even if it means he'll be alone the rest of his life. he really, really tries not to think about it. he keeps christopher safe, but when the water recedes, it takes him with it. he's swept back into the ocean, but christopher is safe on top of the firetruck, so he's okay with it.

he thinks maddie will probably figure out what happened, so he hangs around the ruins of the santa monica pier, determined, at least, to say goodbye

it's not maddie that finds him, though, it's eddie, who heard exactly what happened from christopher and, as soon as he could, went searching for buck.

buck explains, eddie insists there has to be something they can do, but there isn't. he lets the tide go out without him and sits on the sand with eddie, resolved to spend his last few hours on the surface with the love of his life his best friend, and to return to the sea when the tide reaches them again.

it's very sad. eddie kisses him because he's never going to get the chance again (and he's maybe, a little bit, hoping there's something to the whole 'true love's kiss' thing. there's not). it's incredibly unfair and buck doesn't want to go, and then--

seconds before the tide would have wet his tail again, he turns back into a human

TURNS OUT this world has h2o rules (more or less) and that, long ago, the leaders of his society lied about what happens when you return to the ocean to discourage people from leaving permanently. nobody wanted to test it, so eventually everyone believed it as fact, and the knowledge of the lie was lost.

buck is very very happy to have human legs again (although they still include the leg that was crushed under the firetruck), he and eddie are weird for approximately 48 hours, before figuring shit out and spending the rest of their lives together. the end!

(send me a spooky 911 ask?)

[whateverisbeautiful]

Always incredibly thankful for your thoughts on our favorite couple and the incredible community you build here for us fellow Richonners. In the now infamous 6.10 episode, once Rick realizes he has the all clear from Michonne the intimacy in their relationship progresses quickly from first kiss to full blown couple. Can you share why you think this progression made full sense given everything the couple had been through prior. It is particularly contrasted to his peckish exchanges with Jessie and the fact that neither Rick or Michonne were willing to explore romanticoptions with anyone else after they were separated.

Thanks so much! 💗🙏🏽 I'm really loving these Richonne questions. With this one, I think that the progression of Richonne's relationship status after 6.10 happened quickly because pretty much all the building blocks of their relationship were already in place prior. Physical intimacy really was the final piece to completing the couple they'd already been operating as. And once that came into place it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be a full-blown couple since, in so many ways, they already were.

Plus, every emotion Rick and Michonne make each other feel they make each other feel intensely. It’s been like that since day one. and so once they could finally act on their intensely passionate feelings for each other it was pretty much bound to escalate and seamlessly transition into their romantic couple status.

As you mentioned, they'd already gone through so much together and established an unparalleled level of trust. More than anyone else, they knew they could lean on each other and be truly seen. The vulnerable parts people typically think they have to hide or mask, they didn't have to hide from each other. (Being soulmates they also can't hide from each other even when they try, as was made very clear in TOWL).

That's part of why I'll always love that one of the first things that made Rick and Michonne warm up to each other was their acknowledgment that they both 'see things' amid their grief and loss. For that brief moment in Clear, they were able to know that they aren't alone and feel like maybe it's okay that I'm not always okay.

And that level of being seen occurred early in their dynamic, and then that intimate and intrinsic knowing they have of one another only grew more as the seasons progressed. So once they made their romantic desires known in 6.10, they knew they could lean in fully to this next stage of the relationship too because they already trusted each other as their safe space in this dangerous world. Rick and Michonne had been caught and figuratively held by each other several times before so they knew they'd be caught just as tightly when they finally embraced that they'd fallen in love and finally made all that holding more literal.

Rick's exchanges with Jessie and with Lori were riddled with so much uncertainty. But with Michonne, Rick seems like he's never been more certain about anyone or anything in his life. And for the first time, he was finally with a woman who was equally certain about him.

From what we know of Michonne's time at the refugee camp and her dynamic with Mike, it sounds like their exchanges were laced with a lot of doubt as well. Mike seemed to have deeply doubted that they could actually survive this new world and he checked out to the point of making Michonne miss him even when he was still alive. But in falling in love with Rick she found someone who tries like she does to never give up and a man who doesn't just appreciate Michonne's ability to keep people safe but also makes it his priority to keep her safe.

That certainty and safety mixed with all the blazing passion they have for each other meant that they could share that first kiss and more and know that they don't have to hold back at all this time in being the committed couple they were always destined to be.

[primalmagic]

the calm before the storm (but the storm never comes)

i know it's been less than a day since my last fic, but enjoy an sbg halloween party fic where they play truth or dare and be stupid <3.

Taylor steps Aiden’s house, giggling as he yanks her in. The lights are a dull orange, and something about them makes her feel safe. Aiden had went all out- his living room decked out with orange and black streamers and jack-o’-lanterns flickering by the window.

“Guess who finally decided to make an appearance?” Aiden snorts, gesturing to Taylor, whose the last to arrive. The rest of them are on the couch, looking up at the two of them with amused smiles.

Logan glances at Taylor, and then at Tyler- whose sitting on the arm of the sofa. “How the hell was your brother the first one to get there, but you somehow came an hour late?”

Taylor wants to protest, but really, she was late. It's a long story- certainly not one she wanted to get into right now- and Tyler gives her a sympathetic look. She adjusts her cat ears and tries to detour the conversion, “What did I miss?”

Ashlyn shrugs, and then gestures for her to sit down. She does, and as she’s sandwiched between Ashlyn and Logan, Tyler promptly falls off the edge of the coach.

“Fuck you,” he groans, getting up and flicking Logan in the head.

Logan looks up in what seems to be faux surprise, “I didn’t do anything!”

“You literally pushed me, idiot,” he grumbles, but with no heat behind it. He sits back down on the arm (for absolutely no reason whatsoever, because there is a perfectly good chair right next to him) and Logan snorts.

Aiden- who had run away to get something- comes back seconds later, bursting into the room with a bowl of what seems to be candy. “Alright, so now that Taylor’s here, are you guys ready to start this party?”

It’s such an Aiden thing to say that Taylor can’t help but smile.

“Always ready,” she replies, adjusting her cat ears once again. Her gaze finds Ben, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his phone in hand. He looks kind of adorable, and she can’t help but smile, her heart fluttering slightly. In a completely platonic sense, obviously. 

“Let's play Truth or Dare?” Aiden suggests, practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Sounds good,” Tyler says, leaning forward so Logan can’t easily push him off the armrest again.

Aiden doesn’t wait for anyone else to agree, and points at Logan first. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Logan replies, confidently.

“Uhhh… I dare you to try to do the worm while wearing these bunny ears,” Aiden says, tossing him a pair of floppy- and absolutely ridiculous- bunny ears.

Logan raises an eyebrow but doesn’t hesitate to put them on,  and then attempts the worm. Key word, attempts. He ends up flopping awkwardly on the floor, and the sight is so absolutely stupid that they can’t help giggling.

Logan chooses Ashlyn almost immediately after, clearly having something in mind, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she says bluntly, pretending to be disinterested- but the playful smirk on her face says otherwise.

“I dare you to serenade Aiden with the most embarrassing love song you can think of,” Logan challenges.

Ashlyn narrows her eyes, but Logan only shrugs. A mischievous smile spreads across his lips, “You have to do it.”

“No, I don’t.”

“That’s the rules.”

“Fuck the rules.”

“C’mon, Ash!” Aiden chimes in, “I want to see this.”

“No,” Ashlyn glares at them, arms folded.

“Please?” 

“Goddamnit, fine,” She grabs Aiden's hand, pulling him up to her, and mutters the lyrics to a song Taylor has never heard of before. Aiden definitely has though, and she sees the tips of his ears turn red. The two of them awkwardly shuffle around the room, and Aiden pretends to swoon, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

It also causes Ashlyn to ceremoniously drop him on the ground. 

She turns to Taylor, “Truth or dare?”

“Um… dare?” The dares so far hadn’t been too bad, and she didn’t want to break the streak going on.

“I dare you to take a selfie with the most outrageous face you can make and send it to your mom.”

Taylor snorts, but complies, making a stupid face and letting Logan take a picture of her. “She’s going to be so confused,” she sighs, shaking her head with a smile.

She looks at Aiden, who’d stolen Logan’s bunny ears and was proudly wearing them on top of his messy and uncombed hair. “Aiden, truth or dare?” 

“Dare!”

“Come on,” She huffs, “Why isn’t anyone doing a truth?”

“Because currently, there is no information I need to extract from any of you,” Ashlyn answers, calmly. She’s opened a chocolate bar and is eating it while watching them play.

The game pauses momentarily while they all stare at her.

“Okay… uh…” Taylor slowly continues, “Anyway, let’s see… I kind of suck at dares. Um, I dare you to act like a squirrel trying to steal acorns for one minute?” 

Aiden immediately grins, quickly getting into character. He crouches low, darting around the room with exaggerated movements, his hands mimicking paws as he pretends to hoard invisible acorns. 

The room erupts into laughter again, and Tyler rolls his eyes in affection.

That wasn’t the best move, because Aiden immediately turns towards him. “Roll your eyes all you want, Ty, but now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he replies, narrowing his eyes.

“I dare you to wear a tutu over your clothes for the rest of the night,” he challenges.

“I am not doing that,” Tyler protests, “Where the fuck am I supposed to get a tutu?”

Aiden promptly leans over, opening a drawer and pulling out a pink frilly tutu. 

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A TUTU IN THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM DRAWER?” Tyler yelps.

Logan and Taylor exchange glances, barely able to stifle their own laughter.

It was the cat. 

Taylor turns to her side and looks at Ben in confusion, who for some reason, refuses to elaborate.

Aiden nodes sagely, “Ben’s right. It was for the cat.”

“You- since- when did you have a cat?” Tyler practically yells, eyes wide in surprise.

“I never said we had a cat. We don’t have a cat!” Aiden protests. He pauses for a second, looking back at Ben, “We don’t have a cat, do we?”

Ben shakes his head, and Aiden nods again, “We don’t have a cat.”

“Okay, but you did, once?” Taylor questions.

“How would I know!”

Logan throws his head back into the couch, “We’re getting a little off topic guys. If I remember correctly, someone was supposed to wear that thing?” He grins, looking at Tyler.

“It’s- I-” Tyler tries to protest again, but to no avail. The five of them look at him in anticipation, and he finally groans, standing up to snatch the tutu from Aiden’s hand, “Okay, okay.”

He puts it on with mock seriousness, and this time, no one bothers to stop laughing. “Shut it guys, I feel fabulous,” he declares, clearly trying to stop feeling embarrassed.

Aiden pats him on the head, and Tyler calmly kicks him in the balls.

“Ouch- you-”

“Ben, truth or dare?”

“Hey!”

Truth, Ben types out, ignoring Aiden and looking up with a smile.

Tyler shakes his head, “Betrayal, I tell you. Betrayal. Now I actually have to think about a good truth.”

He fixes the tutu, and then flips Aiden off, who is currently dramatically lying on the floor. “If you had to date anyone in this group, who would your first choice be?”

Ben frowns, typing quickly, and with no hesitation, replies, Tay.

And alright.

Okay.

She’s not really sure what to do with that.

Ashlyn catches her eye and smiles, like she knows something Taylor doesn’t, and she has to look away before anyone can sees her blush. 

As the night stretches on, they give up on truth or dare and end up watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, settling back into the living room with bowls of popcorn. She finds herself leaning on Ben, and when he doesn’t protest, Taylor feels a light sense of happiness. She leans closer, her heart fluttering when she feels his arm wrap around her.

“This was the best Halloween ever,” she whispers, glancing from him to the gang, who seem utterly glued to the TV screen.

He nods, his smile warm and genuine. She watches as he types on his phone with one hand, showing her a simple- Definitely.

She closes her eyes, let’s herself revel in this moment. If she could have anything at all, it would be for this, this second in time, to never end.

Maybe that was impossible, maybe tomorrow she’d wake up again from one of the thousand nightmares they all routinely had. 

But right now?

Right now, she felt at home. 

hope yguys enjoyed this lmao i wrote it in an hour while i should have been finishing homework. i love them so much aaaaa. (read on ao3!) also tagging @afrogwhocantdraw, @random-gamer1942, & @arthur-side because benlor people !!

[blindvogel]

It's the last day before Veilguard finally releases. Unsurprisingly I feel very emotional about it all. 10 years of waiting are finally over. And just like I wish for things, so does Kamari in her little conversation with Emmrich before what final battle will await them.

~~~

Wishes for a future

“What is on your mind, my dear?” She is so lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed him walking up to her and resting his elbows in a mirror of her pose on the railing of the Lighthouse balcony. Kamari leans into Emmrich’s side with a quiet sigh, her gaze still directed at the Fade’s distant and indistinct horizon.  “Then end of things. The battle to come, what the world will look like if-” “When we succeed,” he interrupts her gently. “You told me to envision a happier future so allow me to do the same for you.” He takes her hand in both of his, long fingers twining between hers, the cool metal of his rings pressing against her warm skin. Kamari’s eyes are pulled away from the distance into the now, down to their intertwined hands. Away from her gloomy thoughts which is what he had intended. Oh how she loves him and his unwavering kindness.  “What will you have me think about instead?” she asks and finally turns her head to look up at his face. Emmrich is smiling, his hazel eyes full of warmth. He leans in and presses his lips to her forehead in a featherlight kiss.  “What do you wish your future to look like? What do you want even if it is just a little selfish?” he asks her in return. “Just for me?” He hums in agreement. “Anything?” “Anything, my dear.” Kamari leans her head against his shoulder and considers this for a moment, banishing her fears for a while. Silence settles comfortably around them and with it her mind settles as well. “I think-,” she says eventually, resting her free hand on top of their intertwined ones, “I think I wish for something- someplace calm. No more running, no more fighting. Just a place where I can read, write down an account of events that won’t be so wildly embellished as Varric’s version - Maker, someone has to give him some competition.” Emmrich chuckles and there is another kiss pressed to the top of her head but otherwise he lets her continue.  “I wish to get married. That you can continue your research. That our friends are all safe and hale and happy.” She sighs, a little deeper now. “That at the end of things Solas can find some peace and that the In-... that Ylva can too.” “Those are kind wishes, good ones. And for what it is worth I will do my utmost to make them a reality.” She tips her head up and rises on the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek.  “We both will.” Emmrich gently extricates his hands from hers and as she watches with curiosity pulls one of the rings from his fingers, then takes her hand in both of his once more and slides the ring on her finger.  “It’s a promise.”

[spotsandsocks]

🎃 and the word I’m gonna choose is intertwined

Oh you menace! What a word indeed! What to do I said, what what what! Then inspiration struck and I thought oh daffi will like that… so I hope you do, let me know when you worked out what was going on… 😉

It hit 1k, you know, cos it’s me… so under the cut 💜💜💜 just for you and a few other select people …

First day at a new job and even now, even after all this time, all these years, all those jobs he still gets a bit nervous. Which is just plain stupid, it’s not like he can’t handle almost any situation he finds himself in. He has skills. And he’s good looking too, a combination that has helped him out of a tricky situation more than once.

The image reflected in the mirror grins back at him. A quick adjustment of his hair and he’s ready to go. He’s looking good, the uniform suits him if he does say so himself.

A firefighter. Who’d have thought.

It’s a new one for him, he’s not done anything like this before. Should be fine though, how hard can it be? After all Bobby does it and Buck, if the kid can pull it off he’s got no worries, and his own particular skill set might come in useful, might help save a few lives here and there. It’s one of the reasons Bobby’s been asking him to train for years and why he’s thrilled it’s finally happened.

Making Bobby happy is not however the reason he finally put himself through the Fire Academy, it’s not a noble urge to help people or save lives that got him to today.

There’s no altruistic motive behind his choice to join the 118. Ok, yes he’ll be saving people it’s true but he’s not particularly invested in ‘people’ per se, he is however very interested in his people. His family.

Ravi can’t ignore the feeling that’s been getting stronger and stronger over the last year. It’s a feeling that says he needs to stay close to Bobby now, watch over him and the others.

Things are changing he can feel it, lost things are starting to move around in the world setting off ripples he can feel in his blood. The first feeling started growing when Isabel’s grandson came home from war. She’d called him, years ago now, to update him about life and family and he’d felt the pull in his chest when she mentioned the boy. He’d been injured and sent home, was having to think about what to do with his life now. A later update brought more feelings, more worries. Apparently his wife was now gone and the words L A and firefighter had been mentioned. Ravi could feel a new path being set in motion.

Around the same time he was feeling more things around Buck too. They faded for a while and he’d thought things might be going to be ok but the stupid kid is a disaster magnet at the best of times and the feelings started to intensify again several months after firefighter Diaz joined the 118. It’s when he decided there was only one safe way forward if he wanted to keep Bobby and Buck and Iz’s grandkid safe.

Buck worries him more and more everyday, not that he’s said anything to anyone but whenever Ravi looks at him he can feel something the young man lost in the past hurtling towards his future. He can’t work out what it is, every time he thinks he’s getting a sense of it, it shifts, the flavour changes but change is coming, maybe more than one change.

The fact that it’s going to be a dangerous time for the people he loves is the only thing he’s sure of. At least he’s in the right place now.

“Hey old man. You ready? Bobby wants ya.”

Buck’s head appears around the doorframe to the lockers. He still doesn’t know why the walls are glass. Ridiculous decision. He meets the kid’s blue eyes with his most unimpressed glare.

“People will think you’re crazy if you call me that kid.”

Buck grins. “Yeah, well you can’t call me kid either…. Probie!”

Oh shit. He’s gonna have a field day with this isn’t he, the little shit. You don’t have to be a 100 year old witch to know that, the look on Buck’s face is positively evil.

“Don’t even think about it… I mean it.” Ravi’s warning falls on deaf ears. Buck winks and disappears from view.

Suppressing a sigh and regretting, not for the first or probably the last time, the day he let his life get so thoroughly intertwined with two different werewolf shifter packs Ravi Pannikar, Probie Firefighter and bad ass witch goes out to meet his new team.

He knows them all even if they don’t know him. The 118 - Bobby’s pack; Athena won’t be here, or Karen, none of the children but it’s the heart of Bobby's pack waiting for him.

Henrietta Wilson, Howard ‘Chimney’ Han and of course the menace that is Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, a lost kid he found and saved who in turn saved Bobby.

And now there's Eddie Diaz too, not pack but a part of Ravi’s extended family, not that the young man knows that. He also doesn’t know there’s a spot of magic inside him. Ravi wonders if it’s ever helped him or if it ever will.

Bobby sees him and waves him closer. The 118, Bobby's pack, his pack too now.

All Ravi can do is hope he’s ready when the time comes because…

He looks at them, so welcoming, all smiles and completely unaware of the shifting tides and currents of life and magic surrounding them, pushing them into the path of change.

Something is coming their way, he knows that, it’s what his magic does. Senses, finds lost things and something is lost here, maybe more than one something actually and it’s heading right for these people.

Right now Ravi has no idea if that’s a good or bad thing but right now it doesn’t matter.

He walks forward with an innocent smile and an extended hand to introduce himself. There are many, many things he doesn’t know but there are als two things he does; one that he’ll be here when they need him, and two, that they are going to need him.

[catboymoments]

Different anon here. I understand people being upset and angry, but I was in Ukraine when the war started. My family were lucky enough to get out but so many others weren't, we spent so long worrying, working on humanitarian efforts and such, and we still make sure now to donate to other causes such as Gaza.

But although I myself came away with it with open eyes and a strong desire to help, my brother wasn't the same. He's quite a bit younger and was so deeply traumatised from everything we all saw. He had nightmares for months after, and always acted as if the war could crawl into Germany (where we stayed for over a year before we moved to the US to be with family).

He refused to put his backpack away at school and always kept it in arm's reach, he hoarded snacks under his mattress, he all but shut down at school and resisted learning German but at the same time shied away from other Ukrainian students because he couldn't hear the war stories without a panic. And he insisted on waiting by the mailbox, outside, backpack at the ready waiting for news from his old best friend (which we still haven't really gotten; we hope they made it to another country and just haven't wanted to stay in touch).

When we made it to America, we got him some help thanks to charity and put more into teaching him English and he's starting to recover, making friends at his newest school and finally feeling safe. All this Gaza stuff is not helping though. He's fourteen now and his classmates at high school keep sending him things on Instagram or Discord or text messages about the war with no warning or spoiler tags. Many times my parents have taken his phone away, but he has a couple other friends from Ukraine and Germany he needs to stay in contact with so they can't bear to do it for long. He can't block them either because apparently fourteen year olds take it as an affront on the friendship, and often we are late due to having one car between the four of us to attend different places (my parents and I to our jobs, my brother to school) and by far the easiest way to get that cleared is having him message someone in the same class to tell the teacher in advance if we're stuck in traffic.

Some bots have caught wind and have sent some pretty horrific things, to the point where even a simple fundraiser post (often with rightful messages of desperation) can wind him all the way back.

I understand both perspectives, as someone who survived a war zone and as someone who has seen the many different ways it impacts people. It's trauma, plain and simple. And during these times, especially with the election, people need to engage with the world safely. My brother likes your Owl House content and I make sure to send it to him by message so that that's all he sees, but not everyone has something like that.

Of course, it's up to you. Making this blog safer for Gazans with firsthand trauma is probably going to do more long-term good than sparing others secondhand trauma. I'm just asking you to consider all angles here.

Sorry if I have mixed up everything, English is my third language and I asked my mom to proof it (whose English is a lot stronger as she has a talkative job these days, but is still not her mother tounge).

Oh I didn’t. Think of it from this perspective. Thank you for telling me this, I was wrong and I’m sorry.