#I had no clue they ran on Bing

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Incredibly funny way for me to find out that DuckDuckGo is powered by Bing this morning while reading an article about Microsoft's Bing API going down

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Haha you're an old man 😤

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Let's Play Pretend - 8 | bodyguard!Bucky

Character: Bucky Barnes x singer! Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to hide here and find peace from the mess that wasn’t caused by you. But then, your hot neighbor bothered you. As if that wasn’t enough, the enemies you hated found you too.

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"Your manager—I smell death on her," Bucky said, his voice low and serious.

You scoffed. "Stop kidding."

"I'm not." His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering. "When I was in jail, I met a lot of people. Murderers and innocent people—they have different smells."

You raised a brow. "So, what? You have a super nose now? Like a drug-sniffing dog?"

Bucky smirked. "Yeah, I’m Scooby-Doo." But despite his teasing, his expression remained tense, as if he could actually smell something rotten lingering around Selena.

You tried to hold back a laugh. "Pfft."

Ignoring your amusement, he continued, "While I’m gone, I want you to stay with Vert."

Your smile faded. "Wait—you’re leaving? And stay with my boss? Why?"

"I’m doing an investigation, that means I'm going to leave you alone. And Vert have bodyguards." His tone was firm.

Bucky leaned back slightly, tilting his head. "I noticed them. Strong ones, probably ex-military." He smirked. "But I’m stronger."

You nodded slightly. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right.

"Why are you telling me to stay with Vert?" you asked, your voice quieter now.

Bucky took a step closer, his gaze darkening. "I have a feeling I’m dealing with an obsessive psychopath."

A shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed hard.

He moved even closer, lowering his voice. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you while I'm gone. If it does, Vert’s guards can use their bodies to block bullets and knives while you run."

Your stomach twisted at the thought. "You really think it’s that dangerous?"

Bucky nodded. "I’ve seen this before. I know what I’m talking about."

You hesitated before asking, "Have you found any clues?"

He exhaled through his nose. "Not yet, but I will. Clues always show up when you least expect them. Just like how Scooby always finds the answer."

You tried to lighten the mood. "Guess that makes me Shaggy?"

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Don’t follow any strangers, Shaggy."

You met his gaze and nodded. "I know."

Something had shifted between you. A deeper trust. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you could feel it.

His destination wasn’t the front entrance—walking in there would raise too many questions. Instead, he took a side alley, knocking on a rusted metal door. A few seconds later, it cracked open just enough for a pair of sharp blue eyes to peer out.

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Bucky felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he dropped you off at Mr. Vert’s house. Knowing you were safe, surrounded by armed guards, made it easier for him to focus. The night air was cool as he pulled his hood over his head and blended into the streets, heading toward the police station.

“Hey, Bucky.”

The man who greeted him was Steve—a familiar face from his time behind bars. Steve had changed a lot. The once-skinny man, malnourished from years of rationed prison food, now stood as tall and built as Bucky. Prison had hardened them both, but Steve had taken a different path after getting out.

He had rebuilt himself, cleaned up his record, and taken a job as a criminal profiler. Meanwhile, Bucky had retired—well, until now.

“I need your help,” Bucky said, his tone sharp and to the point.

Steve smirked knowingly. “It’s about your girlfriend, isn’t it? You’re a lucky man.” He sipped his coffee, watching Bucky’s reaction.

Bucky flinched at the word girlfriend. He hated how people kept assuming that. It made him uneasy.

“Yeah, yeah…” he muttered, brushing it off.

The two men started walking. Strolling into a police station and casually flipping through case files wasn’t an option, so they took a quieter route, heading toward a nearby park.

Steve glanced at Bucky from the side. “But you know what? You deserve something good. Back in prison, you always looked after me… and the others.”

Bucky let out a short breath, his expression unreadable. “That place was hell.” He kicked a stray rock on the sidewalk. “But look at us now—breathing fresh air… mixed with the smell of piss.”

Steve snorted before breaking into a laugh. Bucky smirked, shaking his head as they continued walking.

They reached the park, settling onto a bench beneath a flickering streetlamp. Steve leaned back casually, but his hand moved subtly, slipping a thin manila folder onto Bucky’s lap.

Bucky flipped it open, his eyes scanning the documents. As he read, his jaw tightened.

His suspicions were right.

“This is the missing piece,” he muttered, flipping to another page. “I knew it.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “That was quick.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose, his voice low. “The assistant. She’s the culprit.”

Steve frowned. “Selena, right? She’s been on the suspect list, but there’s no strong evidence.”

Bucky shut the folder, gripping it tightly. “I can help you catch her. But we don’t have time to wait.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “I need you to send a patrol car to her location. Now.”

Steve studied him for a moment before nodding. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and started making the call.

At that moment, Bucky’s own phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen.

A text from you.

S.O.S.

His blood ran cold.

His grip on the phone tightened, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Without another word, he bolted from the bench, his instincts screaming that he was already too late.

Yet, despite the security, you couldn’t shake the tension in the air.

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Staying in Mr. Vert’s condominium felt safe, just as Bucky had assured you. The place was heavily guarded—bodyguards stationed at every corner, their sharp eyes scanning for any possible threat. If someone tried to harm you, they wouldn’t get far.

It wasn’t fear of an attack. It was something else—the awkwardness of being in the same room with your boss.

You took a breath and finally spoke. “Sorry to bother you.”

Vert glanced at you from his seat, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. His expression, as always, was unreadable.

“I don’t show it,” he said smoothly, “but I care for my employees.”

You hesitated before saying, “Mr. Vert… this might sound crazy, but I feel like you and Bucky are… similar.”

His brow lifted slightly. “Oh?”

“The arrogance, the cockiness—both of you have it,” you pointed out.

Vert smirked, amused.

“But more than that… the way he plays guitar.” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the recording of your last performance—the one where Bucky had unexpectedly replaced your guitarist.

Vert leaned forward slightly, watching the screen. The way Bucky’s fingers moved across the strings, the fluidity, the confidence—it was eerily familiar.

If someone looked up his background, his success as a savvy businessman would overshadow his past. He didn’t use a sad background story to boost his public image. He started as a guitarist, then became a composer, later a manager, and eventually decided to build his own music label.

Vert exhaled through his nose. “Hoo… interesting observation.”

“It’s just a guess,” you admitted.

“Play the live show,” Vert instructed.

You tapped the screen, and the two of you watched the footage together.

Bucky played like he had been part of the band all along. No hesitation, no mistakes.

“It could be,” Vert mused. “There’s a possibility. I didn’t know he could play guitar.”

You nodded. “That makes two of us. When I asked him about it, he just said—”

It's amazing how Bucky mentioned his birth parents as if it meant nothing, while you pretended that everything with your parents was fine, when in reality, it was far from it.

“I don’t know. Whenever I grab a musical instrument and copy the teacher, I can easily follow it. Maybe my birth parents were geniuses. But hey, I’ll never know.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Does that mean you watched my performances?” you had asked him.

“I have to understand more about my client, right?” he had replied.

Vert tilted his head. “Strange talent.”

“I thought so too,” you murmured.

“I read that Bucky’s an orphan.” Vert hummed, swirling the whiskey again. “Wouldn’t hurt to get a DNA test.”

Then you remembered what else Bucky had said.

Vert leaned back. “Back in the ‘80s, the hippies were wild. No one could tame my generation. The parties, the drugs—unlimited.” He smirked, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it. “And I always woke up in bed with different women.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that.

Instead, you changed the subject. “By the way, about Selena…”

Vert arched a brow. “Hmm?”

“How was she as your new manager?”

You hesitated before adding, “The thing is… I don’t feel comfortable around her. And I have this gut feeling that she sabotaged my last performance.”

Vert studied you for a moment. “So… you want to fire her.”

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He nodded. “I’ll make it official tomorrow.”

Relief washed over you. “Thank you.”

Vert smirked. “Like I told you… I may not look like it, but I care.”

Before you could respond—

The lights suddenly went out.

The entire condominium was plunged into darkness.

Your heartbeat spiked.

The room fell into eerie silence, save for the faint humming of emergency power trying to kick in.

Your hands tightened around your phone.

A bad feeling settled in your chest—worse than before.

Your fingers flew across the screen as you quickly typed out a message to Bucky.

S.O.S.

This time, you didn’t doubt it—something was very, very wrong.

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First Encounters - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

Staring: Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser, Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo

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TW: heavy ooc (I MEAN HEAVY. forgive me, it gets a bit better later chapts i swear), bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, etc.

 >Rin

Rin Itoshi was always overshadowed by his older brother, constantly being referred to as “Sae Itoshi’s lil bro”.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him

Even the girls at school were only interested in him for the fame

But you were “nOt LiKe ThE oThEr GiRlS 🤪🥺” (lord save me)

You’ve seen several of Rin’s games, including the most recent one. He wasn’t quite playing as well as he usually did, but this went relatively unnoticed by fans

After the game, you took a gamble and decided to approach the boy

“Hey… Rin Itoshi right? Great game!” she tried to optimistic and complement him

“...Huh?” He just stared 😭 “Who are you…??”

“We’re classmates…? I just wanted to say I really liked watching you play! That last move was amazing, I can see why you went down the left side instead of the right, with defense being so tight and all..” she was starting to regret talking to the dry boy and laughed awkwardly “Well… Good luck with your next game!” she bowed and left

Rin just kinda stood there ;v;

“Huh… someone actually was watching me…” Bro had the smallest smile on his face  

>Shidou

You and Sae were roommates, everything worked out pretty well between you two

In fact, half the time, he wasn’t even home. Like now, for instant, he was out on a business trip and wouldn’t be home for another day

So imagine your surprise when you were peacefully watching Chainsaw Man in the living room, and your front door flies open

In the doorway stood a tall tanned man with blonde hair and pink eyes

“SAE MY LOVEEEE~ IM HERE FOR YOU” The man practically chanted, you had no clue if he knew whether or not you were there 

He finally notices, and you two have a moment of awkwardnes

“... Wtf are you doing iN MY HOUSE???”

“WTF ARE YOU DOING IN SAE ITOSHI’S HOUSE??”

“WE’RE ROOMMATES?!?!”

“...Oh”

Mentally facepalming at this man’s stupidity- “Sae isn’t home right now, also how did you get in??”

Shidou just shrugged “There was a key under the doormat” he spun it around his finger

You looked this man up and down, tbh, if he was an intruder, there was no way you could take him “You’re Shidou Ryusei right? I remember you from one of Sae’s games…” you said, mentally recalling the guy scream about dopamine

“Yessirr~” he grinned “Best striker in the world right here!”

 You could do nothing but sigh as you reached for your popcorn and prepared to get back to watching, “the tan man will sort himself out…” you wished thought

His eyes shot to the screen as you resumed the show, “Are you watching Chainsaw Man?” he asked

“Yea…??”

“YOOO THAT’S MY FAV, LEMME JOIN IN”

And before you knew it, he was curled up beside you eating your popcorn as you two binged the night away

>Sae

Sae’s perfume had ran out recently, and he found himself strolling through the mall for a new one

You, on the other hand, were called in for a last minute shift in the store since your co-workers cancelled on you. So, here you were, sitting in your little store, all by yourself

That is, until a ashen-brown haired man walked in

The first thing Sae noticed is you. You in all your beauty, standing behind the desk, sifting through the perfumes

He wondered why you worked for a scent store and not a modeling agency. That was until he actually got closer. 

Your sweet smell embraced him, instantly feeling comfortable in the small store

“Hey, you sell perfumes, yea?” he asked, with a small tilt of his head

“Mhm! One for every occasion, how can I help you?” you replied with a warm smile

“An everyday sort of thing. Nothing too strong…”

You thought for a bit, then one particular scent came to mind, you shuffled through the store to get it “Here, try this one.” 

It was a simple one with a slightly stronger undertone. It was a bit on the pricey side, but seeing how he was dressed, you were sure he could afford it

He tried it out on his wrist, and b the look on his face, you could tell he liked it

“Hm. Quite nice, I think I’ll take it.” he handed you back the bottle with a nod “Actually, I’ll take two.”

You smiled, just happy to make some sales “Great! I’ll get that packed for you.”

You bagged the two perfumes and handed it to him with a bow “Thank you for your purchase! Please come again!”

Sae walked out the door feeling much lighter than before, “It must be the perfume…” he thought, but why was it that he wished to know your name… 

>Niko

He comes and asks you to join his soccer team (Niko 11)

You had heard about what happened in one of the other classes, a boy named Niko had challenged the soccer team to a duel in 100 days. From your knowledge, Niko was not one to put himself out there “hm. Those Yu-Gi-Oh cards must mean a lot to them…” you though “Surely I won’t get dragged into this… right??”

Oh how wrong you were. You knew that he was recruiting teammates, and being one of the fastest people on the track and field team, it only made sense that he came to find you

Niko knew that you were pretty, but he didn’t know you were that pretty. Especially now that he was standing in front of you. “Uh- Hi….” he tired to keep his composure 

“...Hello, Niko, right? I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna ask…” You said, looking the boy up and down. His face was tinted with a bit of blush, it was clear the boy was not used to talking to people

“Y-Yea…” He muttered, he couldn’t tell if you were happy or not “So then- would you be willing to play on a soccer team with me?”

The way those teal eyes looked at yours, you just could not say no ;)

>Kaiser

Ness has been spending less time with him, and he’s wondering why. He soon finds out it’s you

“HUH?? What do you mean you’re ‘busy’ tomorrow??.” Kaiser demanded an answer from the poor boy.

“I-uhm… I’m going out with a friend…” the magenta boy gave him a weak smile “You should come with, I think you two would get along great!” 

Kaiser only rolled his eyes and scoffed “Your ‘friend’?? You mean the same one you’ve been texting for the past TWO WEEKS???”

Ness flinched “Y-Yea…” he looked up at kaiser “Is there a problem with that?”

Kaiser glared at him. Usually Ness would bow his head and spit out a thousand apologies. This new found “rebellion” was NOT supposed to happen. “It’s probably the doing of that ‘friend’ of his…” The blue haired boy thought

“Fine.” he looked Ness in his eyes “Let me meet them. Let’s see if they really are worthy of my prescance.”  

>Ness

He’s sent to a vending machine by Kaiser to fetch some food, but he forgot his wallet. Lucky, you’re a decent person :D 

“Ness.” Kaiser glared at the scared boy “Get me a drink. Anything but milk. Go.”

“I-Yessir!” Ness bowed before running off. Kaiser was in a bad mood, he didn’t want it to get any worse.

“A drink… where’s the vending machine…??” He looked around. And finally, he found one.

He leaned on the glass of the machine, catching his breath. “Hm. An energy drink maybe?? Or does he want some juice… no no, he had juice this morning. An energy drink it is.” he said to himself and reached for his wallet

“... oh sh1t-” 

Ness had been in such a rush that he forgot to bring money. He feel to his knees and let out a silent cry of despair

You, on the other hand, stood right behind him, trying to contain your laugh from the events unfolding in front of you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping, which you quickly tired coved

“Uh- Are you… alright??” you looked the boy up and down. He stared at you, eyes wide and mouth agape 

How could he embarrass himself in front of someone so pretty!! He covered his face with his hands, still on the floor.

You could only laugh “Forgot your wallet right? Here, let me pay” you felt kinda bad for the boy, but also slightly amused, which just made you feel worse.

You could practically see stars in his eyes. 

As you paid for the drink, he gave a grateful bow “Thank you so much, you saved me!” and before you knew it, he ran off

You could only shake your head and laugh at the interaction 

>Otoya

^Reader is assigned Otoya for secret Santa, and reluctantly gets him some gifts. He’s quite shocked when you get him things he actually likes

“Otoya” The teacher called, “Your Secret Santa gift.”

“Oh?” the boy took the gift from her hands. It was a gently wrapped box with a feeble attempt of a bow, which he could only laugh at. He noticed that the wrapping paper used was a green that was similar to the streak in his hair, and the ribbons to the rest. He had never seen such a carefully packaged gift. Even the ones he had gotten from his girlfriends exes were usually lame store bought ones.

That's why when opening the gift, he was so careful to not tear the paper.

As the teacher went around passing the other gifts around, Otoya opened his box and inspected the contents 

Inside he found 2 churros (his favourite), a set of headphones (he broke his a few days ago), a small phoenix (his favourite animal) figure, and a handwritten note.

He wondered who could know him this well, to have gotten him such personalized gifts. He deduced that it could only be his best bud, Karasu.

“Yo” Otoya approached the crow boy “thanks for the gift.”

Karasu could only stare “Gift? What gift? I didn’t get you anything… sorry”

Otoya showed him the box “These, did you not get them for me?” he was confused.

Karasu picked up the letter “Why don’t you try reading it? Maybe it’ll tell you who it is”

The white haired boy neatly tore open the note and read it.

“Hm. It’s nothing but a simple ‘Merry Christmas!’ and whatnot…” he muttered. Now he kinda wanted to know who it was from 

Karasu took the card and analyzed the handwriting “Oh. That’s their writing” the observer said and pointed at you, watching them from across the room

“Ungrateful brat…” you swore under your breath, of course Otoya thought it was from Karasu. But come on, you hated getting gifts for a fboy like him. You should’ve at least got some credit

you sighed and left the classroom, considering that you got a crappy candle as your Secret Santa gift, you were pretty frustrated

Otoya caught up to you outside the room “Hey, [Y/N] right? Thank you for the gift” he flashed the best smile he could manage

“Yea…” you muttered, still sad about your candle “Hope you like it… Least you didn’t get something lame like this…” you turned the saran wrapped gift in your hands “Actually, how do you know my name? I’ve always tried to avoid you…”

“Oh uh…” he laughed awkwardly “I was your Secret Santa…”

>Karasu

You take notes very interestingly, using a different font for every subject. He tries to decode one of your notes, you catch him in the act and teach him

You always had a silly habit of encrypting your notes. They were simple observations you made on your classmates, but if anyone read them, you might be in a bit of trouble…

“Nagi keeps looking at Isagi… But isn’t he with Reo??” you quickly noted, automatically translating into your encryption. It wasn’t anything too complicated, it was pretty easy to get used to, it was just for an extra layer of protection. Surely once someone saw it was encrypted, they’d just give up reading it… right??

Wrong :p 

Karasu had been watching you write these for quite a while, but couldn’t figure out the pattern. But he never had the chance to actually see one up close

And that’s why he took the chance after class while you were in the bathroom.

He quickly pulled out your notebook from your bag, and flipped it open. He sat on the desk and got to work, trying to figure out the code

“Could it be numerical… no- that wouldn’t work…” he muttered to himself, unaware of the figure standing behind him

To be honest, you found this quite amusing. The class analyzer struggling to decode your notes. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

The look of fear and shock on this mans face as he turned to face you, it only made you laugh harder

“LMAOOOO- having a hard time, Mr. Genius?” you teased 

Karasu could only frown “Shut it…”

You smiled, and decided that this was too funny of a story you could tell your friends later. It was only fair you taught him your encryption in return

You sat down on the desk beside him, and started pointing out the pattern

He seemed to finally get it, everything clicked together like a puzzle in his mind “Ohhh, I get it. That’s really dope.” 

You could only laugh “I know right?”

>Reo

He’s practicing his soccer at school, and you stop by and judge him. You then point out everything he’s doing wrong, and leave. Man is stunned XD

You were just grabbing a drink from the vending machine before you left the school campus to go to your soccer team’s practice. 

Being in such a prestigious school meant only academic extracurriculars were provided, you you had to play club

As you grabbed your drink from the slot, a sound caught your attention. “That’s definitely the sound of a soccer ball…” you thought to yourself, having heard that sound several times “Who from this school would play soccer??”

You walked towards the campus exit, which just so happened to be the same direction as the field. And there he was, a purple haired boy, practicing his shots on a make-shift goal. 

You recognize him as Reo Mikage, I mean, the whole school knew him. You decided to get a better view and move closer

Upon further observation, it was clear that he was new to the sport, you could help but feel a bit bad as you laughed

Reo turned to you the second he heard your tease. He frowned “What.”

You composed yourself “Sorry sorry, I was just… admiring your soccer… skills. Yes.” You said, sounding more unsure of yourself than he was of you

He scoffed, “Please, what do you know about soccer?”

“Enough to be a starter on a good team” you shrugged smugly “You on the other hand… You could work on your passing. The ball’s trajectory changes every time, try making contact with the ball on a more consistent spot, and put more speed in it. Also- when you dribble, make sure to at least be somewhat aware of the field in front of you. I could take that ball off you instantly.” you laughed and left, remembering you still had practice to go to.

Reo on the other hand, was left there stunned, “No way… Someone else here plays soccer!” He made a mental note to find you tomorrow, before packing up. 

A/N: I GENINUNESLY HAD 2 STROKES RE-READING THIS-

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dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

[alexalessandro]

British Kristen AKA K2's Timeline

So we start With K2's creation in Mordred Manor

She materializes butt-naked and goes to the garage, not before being dressed in some wranglers by Kristen.

We can assume this is where the binge-watch of Skins seasons 3 and 4 was initiated (presumably by either one of the Bad girls)

She takes a quick stop to follow the bad kids to Eugenia Shadow's grave and pointedly comments "Mazey's safe innit?"

She probably returned to finish the Skins's binge after that since Simulacra don't take rests.

The next day (or at the very least after the Skins's binge) she meets up with the bad kids again and kisses Fabian for the first time (we can presume they kissed more later lol).

She then gets tackled by the original Kristen and this is probably where K2 got the idea that OG Kristen's "You need to respect. My life." is a little rude (planting the seed for her "I don't think you heard me").

After that, she kills Wanda Childa and continues flirting with Fabian (Probably following her Skins programming)

Actually, Adaine repeatedly says that she did not program the flirting in so probably OG Kristen is the one responsible for the Skins binge-watch as study sessions on how to be a teenager (only seasons 3 and 4 of course)

Now I'd speculate that around this time after the murder of Wanda Childa, something went down between K2 and Fabian after they ran away from the scene of the crime.

Now here is where K2 tries to help Kristen with stealing the addresses from Jawbone and I'd speculate that after the talk with Bucky Kristen had a similar, more uncomfortable talk with K2 where the idea of enrolling into Hudol came to be and that's what K2 worked towards and succeeded in up until the party.

Maybe Kristen got K2 to meet with Percival for help through Aelwyn since she moved back to Mordred.

Then K2 Follows them to Ankarna's Temple (I'd like to say this is where K2 started to connect with Cassandra but it's funnier to think that the reason why K2's divine intervention worked is because she had no fucking clue what was going on 100% of the time and as such she was a literal personification of doubt and that pure connection linked them).

After the temple she probably feels a little rattled, going back on her Skins knowledge from her "How to be a Teen 101" with Kristen, she immediately figures out she must be pregnant and goes to the drug store to check.

She probably has a little bit of a hard time finding the strips but suddenly when she walks down an aisle a bunch of beeps go off (the simulacra pregnancy aura) and she finds the test strip and pees on it in a trashcan.

She goes to the party rattled, as confused as ever because did she do it right? Is she actually pregnant? Nevertheless, she goes through the motions up until she gets on the deck of the ship

Her first Blimey is one of awe, after her "What are we doing?" she realizes she is witnessing something grand, She sees Kristen bowing down in defeat, she remembers something about this god being one of doubt, and she reaches deep inside, thinking back to her own doubt and inner turmoil about how she might be pregnant, she makes one last attempt to help Kristen after she helped her so much with Hudol and how to be a person even if she was rude and sometimes put off by her

"I don't think you heard me..."

[nnnyxie]

More Fan!Izuku because it’s sO good-

Imagine Fan!izu x Streamer!Reader..basing this off of myself shamelessly🤭 basically reader is like a singer or something…like does choir(me🤭)and sings in bands(also me🤞) and musical theater(surprise, me‼️)..also plays an instrument…but something fancy like harp yk?(I Play the harp💅) And they do like cosy lil streams of just singing and playing their instrument and Izu as the busy lil hero he is just likes their voice it somehow enchants him??? Helps him relax and calm down and he just loves hearing it and rewinding to it after a long day and reader ofcourse a loyal Deku fan but because reader is ✨shy✨ they don’t show their face while streaming (I just love any kind of reveals of identity idk) and they also keep their background minimal to not give away anything about them but one das they just have a little fangirling moment showing off their new favorite Deku Figurine and hearing praise from them drives Izu insane(in a good way) and yeah idk hope that gives you a good baseeee

#𖢥 izuku anon

omg choir twinsies !!

(also i love the harp??? i have NO CLUE how to play but it’s just so!!!! ahhh!!!! it’s so pretty look and sound wise)

so yk that one artist that does the omnichord songs?? so like— that’s what you do EXCEPT!!

it’s not the omnichord!! it’s the harp!!!

rn i’m a teensy bit obsessed with lana del ray and mitski so!!! you mainly perform their songs <3

i wholeheartedly believe izuku is ‘i bet on losing dogs’ by mitski and ‘dark paradise’ by lana del ray personified!!! (lowkey projecting?)

our dear boy loves when you perform their songs. he’s tried listening to the original artists but— your covers just hit different yk?? your covers are just so pretty!!

he found you thanks to ochako and mina!! one day they were talking about streamers and youtubers they watch (because mina games obvi) and ochako talked about your streams and your channel!! she talked about how your musical talent was amazing and how soft your voice was!! izuku loves trying out things his friends like so he decided to give you a shot!!!

and he just fell in love— the moment you said ‘hi’, he felt like fainting.

from then on, he started falling asleep to your videos, and tuning into your streams when he had the free time.

from time to time you’ll do asmr streams. like whispering and talking about your day!! talking about some of the new things you’ve gotten or some of your favorite heroes!!

when you do these asmr streams they always somehow lead to you ranting about pro hero deku!!

izuku usually isn’t around when you do these asmr streams but today??? this night??? right now??? he can!! and he most definitely will!! he was lucky enough to have today off and spent the majority of the day binging your videos while catching up on sleep.

anyways

he was cooking dinner (i like to think that he cooks dinner for his mom when he visits) when he heard a ‘ting’ (he keeps his sound notifs on for work!!)

he went to check it andddd it was a twitch notif from your channel!! the title being:

asmr chat pt.15 ; p.o. box

he’s quick to open the app, immediately pressing on your streaming clip.

“hello everyone!” you whispered. only your desk showed. it had various bags and wrapped boxes on top. “i was sent gifts through my p.o. box and i’ve decided to open them on stream.” you ran your hands over a box. “we’ll open this one first!”

as you sifted through each gift, you grew increasingly excited. your fans knew you well— as they all had gotten you some form of pro hero deku merch!!

when it came to your last box, it was a sweatshirt. the fabric was soft and the perfect texture. the design— the design was your favorite. it was black with small, thin green writing of his hero name on the forearms. the upper left front of the jacket had a green outline of his hero helmet. the sweatshirt also had green accents— his signature green on all of this, of course.

“i really appreciate all of these! you all know me so well! ah! i’m seriously in awe of all of these!!” you smiled behind the camera. “i love deku, he’s my favorite hero. ever since he started out, i knew he’d be the best. he’s always saving everyone with a smile, and god— it’s amazing! he’s amazing! i don’t know him personally but i’m sure that he’s just as kind on tv as he is in real life.” you ran your hand over the outline on the sweatshirt. “i bet he’s just as cute too,” you laughed along with the chat. they knew about your big crush on the pro hero and would tease you about it during small talks like this. izuku’s face flushed and it grew hotter as he read through the comments.

oilspill.in.a.cup : manifesting the love of ur life for you bae!!!

veianna.sausagezzz : ur in love w/ him atp just find him nd kiss him

nylie.kei : VEIANNA THATS ASSAULT??

pinky✔︎ : wiggles eyebrows

you laughed as you read through these. “i’ll have to agree with nylie, here. no matter how pretty his lips are, i wouldn’t do that.”

izuku typed out a comment— not sure whether to send it or not. you two have developed a sort of parasocial relationship with one another, a one-sided admiration. though, now it isn’t exactly one-sided.

he decides to send it though. ignoring the absolute anxiety he’s feeling as he waits for your reaction.

midoriya.izuku✔︎ : i dunno, i wouldn’t mind one!

carpool.toenail : AYO!?

vieanna.sausagezzz : SEEEEEEE SEEEEE @/nylie.kei

oilspill.in.a.cup : MANIFESTED 😩🤌

nylie.kei : OHMYGODBSLEVSLDB

pinky✔︎ : IZUKU??????

“oh— uhm. oh.” you were flustered. honestly, you couldn’t speak. you were both extremely embarrassed and very flattered. and very happy that he watches your streams. “uhm i gotta go clean up— see you all later!”

edit;

omg i forgot to add an end note????

ANYWAYS!! had fun writing this heheheh

[belit0]

2000 Word Commission (Uchiha Obito / Fem Reader) @moroseu

"Alrighty for this one imma let you pick between Madara or Obito since you write both of them so well 🥹💗 If you could write in a modern AU about ex-lovers reconnecting online? He accidentally likes an old risque photo of reader during a work break and she notices immediately because she misses him too. Which leads into some spicy texts or phone call👀"

You know I had to choose Obito for this commission because which Uchiha is more capable of liking something unintentionally?!!?!?!!?

Also, thank you so much to beautiful Roseu for always supporting my work, highly grateful to my darling🙌🏻💕🛐💫

EACH COMMISSION COMES WITH AN EXTRA SECRET SCENARIO, THAT I UNIQUELY AND ESPECIALLY ADD FOR THE BUYER. (I'll leave you an example of it at the bottom, but in Spanish, so you don't cheat.)

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

His mind is fried as he opens Instagram without even thinking about it, headphones still in place and microphone ready for when the client finishes her word marathon. Uncle Madara usually makes fun of Obito and his job, saying it's just a stupid call center and his labor is way too simple, so easy he could do it without paying attention, yet he doesn't have a clue.

He has been on the phone for about an hour with Mrs. Maria Rodriguez, trying to explain why her online banking is blocked, asking for verification of certain suspicious transactions, struggling to read some legal disclosures without being interrupted. The lady, in her eighties and as lucid as a mad goat, talks on and on, ignoring all Obito's requests for time to explain himself.

He holds a Monster in his hand, the only source of strength in these times of labor adversities.

Personally, he believes that people this old should not have access to these types of lines without a family member by their side to assist, with the personified example on the phone and not being able to do anything about it. The lady speaks a mixture of broken English and fluent Spanish, mixing dialects and mistranslations into a jumble of incomprehensible sentences.

He has been staring at his computer screen for an hour with his microphone muted, tired of fighting Mrs. Rodriguez's compelling need to recount all of her family's wanderings, what she did today, what she bought yesterday, what medicines she needs refills for. The Uchiha abandoned the urge to fight against his rambling client some time ago, determined to end the call as airily as possible.

He evaluated the possibility of dropping his connection several times, fed up with being unable to follow her lead or explain the reasons for the blockages in her account, exercising all his patience on the first call of his shift. He has about seven more hours of torture ahead of him, and no idea how the day is going to end after starting out like this.

As Maria continues to babble on about how her granddaughter started school and explains she ran out of Atorvastatin for her heart problems, Obito gives up and grabs his cell phone, leaving Instagram open just to bring some comfort to his visual. He's tired of seeing Mrs. Rodriguez's account on his screen, and can't seem to get out of that situation anytime soon.

He would jump into watching TikToks, but it causes him terrible frustration having to binge them without sound, choosing muted stories as his quality poison. He can't forego the possibility of finally needing to use his microphone as soon as the client stops mumbling, simply staring at the photos people ephemerally upload.

His heart catches in his throat when he sees Shisui's story, and almost chokes on the shot of Monster he takes at that exact moment. Had he had the microphone open, Mrs. Rodriguez probably would have spent another hour telling him to watch out and be careful, to drink some water.

It's not because of Shisui himself, but because of who is posing with him in the story. (Y/N), his ex, beautiful and stunning as always, looks at him from the other side of the screen with a wonderful expression, huge smile, and looking genuinely joyful. They both model in front of a sculpture in a museum, and Obito should have assumed he would eventually come across some hint of her on his social media.

He never unfollowed her, but preferred to restrict her stories so as not to suffer whenever seeing her dating someone else, knowing that a girl as stunning as (Y/N) would not take long to find someone. She and Shisui, co-workers at his uncle's company, always had a pleasant friendly relationship, true work besties.

He is not surprised to see them together, nor does he suspect his cousin is betraying him in any way, but coming face to face with her after months of grieving is shocking. Mrs. Rodriguez brings him out of his stupor by asking him a question he fails to catch, only being aware of it by the sudden silence in the line.

He hastily opens his microphone, unwilling to lose his job and have to beg Madara to employ him, and speaks as professionally as he can muster, "Mrs. Rodriguez, as I told you a couple of times, this is Obito with Wealth Fargu, online fraud assistance trying to verify a transaction for an amount of 273.45 cents made through Zelle. Can you confirm the legitimacy of it or are you unfamiliar with the charge?"

"Ohhhh, it was probably mi hija, trying to purchesear something because it turns out..." Another huge trail of words he's not willing to hear, ringing on the other end of his headphones for approximately 45 minutes. Maria goes back to addressing her pointless monologue as the Uchiha decides to pop into (Y/N)'s profile, pressing the @ that Shisui left in his story, and see what life has thrown at her.

Their separation was neither traumatic nor terrible, two adults agreeing it was not the right time to face anything serious, let alone a relationship like the one they were in, taking the most responsible decision and opting to walk away. There are no grudges or quarrels, just words stuck on the tongue and many "I love you" to be said.

Obito scrolls through her profile, reaching the time limit where the two stopped talking and seeing each other, and clicks on the first picture. Dazzling as always, (Y/N) poses in a bikini on the beach, body sculpted by the world's most lustful gods, curves to die for, tanned to the perfect point.

He can't deny the feelings his friend downstairs feels as he admires the details of the photo, putting his Monster down on his desk and resting his phone on it as well, trying not to make mistakes and unintentionally like it. He looks at the screen from afar, with Mrs. Rodriguez in the background as she continues to tell him about her daughter, and can't help a circulation of beautiful memories in his mind.

"OBITO! MY BOY! ARE YOU THERE?!" Maria shouts on the other end of his line, startling him so much that Uchiha brings his hands to the keyboard out of instinct. The second his arm twitches in panic, he ends up inadvertently pressing against the phone screen, giving a like to the most suggestive photo he could have found on (Y/N)'s profile.

"YES, HERE I AM! DO YOU RECOGNIZE THE TRANSFER AND THE AMOUNT?!" he shouts out of sheer panic at his customer, while internally wanting to die at the sight of the phone. That red heart, lit up at the base of the screen, hunting him as if it wanted to eat him alive.

"Yes, yes, it was my daughter." Obito doesn't have the strength to answer as he should, opting to reestablish Mrs. Rodriguez's access to her online banking without the system's regulatory checks, needing to cut the call and breathe. He doesn't even say goodbye before letting go of the line, and remains transfixed staring at his computer screen.

He locks the cell phone without moving his eyes, refusing to look at it, knowing there is no way to retract the notification that has probably already arrived on his ex's device. He tosses it onto his bed, located just behind the desk he uses for work, determined to feign nonchalance in the remaining hours of his shift.

...

The clock strikes five o'clock, time for the Uchiha to finally log off, shutting down the system he uses on his computer and heading to bed. It's a Friday without much to do, having turned down some invitations to go out to stay at home and relax, but he begins to evaluate the possibility of accepting some of the proposals just to get drunk and forget his little mistake.

Of course, for that, he has to go through looking at his mobile phone, which is an impossible task.

He turns the device over on the mattress, having landed on the screen, and lies down next to it. iPhone pointing towards the ceiling, he looks at it from the side, unable to read the notifications that came in or to know if there were any repercussions for his action.

He types in his security code by heart, keeping his face out of the camera, and is thankful to always have it on mute to avoid knowing what happened during all the hours he ignored it. When he accesses his messages, however, everything becomes complicated.

He can't make out names or pictures at the angle he tries to look at the phone, and doing his best to try and open his family's group chat, he ends up getting into one that leaves his heart in his throat again.

"Hey there :)" He reads the harmless text his ex sent him, and has no idea how to react. Having already inadvertently left her on read, he has no choice but to reply, a little excited and nervous.

"Hi :), what's up?" With a smiley face? No smiley face? More formal? Less informal? Resentful? Cheerful? He has no idea how to set the tone of his message, conflicted about how to react after so many months of no contact with her. How should one behave when your beautiful ex texts you again?

His message is instantly read, which means (Y/N) is inside the chat. She sends another calm, casual reply, and the two of them fall into the well-known chatting dance, catching up as if nothing happened.

Obito learns he misses her madly when she sends a picture of her smiling face, always so pretty and perfect, the most beautiful woman in the world to his eyes. Feelings of nostalgia and love intermingle in an emotional mess, tying a knot in his chest he decides to ignore.

After all, he still loves her fiercely.

He responds to the photo with one of his own, having taken about ten minutes to define the angle and try to look as cute as he can. Disheveled after a long day at work, his ex replies with a similar picture, but a little more daring.

She, on the bed, wearing shorts too small and revealing half of her buttocks, only a fragment of her face in the shot. She is clearly shooting where she wants the attention to go, and the Uchiha is not going to object to that. (Y/N's) body is still as ravishingly gorgeous as he remembers, smooth skin he can identify even through the screen, an angel personified on earth.

Not intending to ruin the reunion, mixed feelings between his legs as well, he follows the tone of her photo with a slightly more provocative one. He, in the mirror, shirtless and revealing the V marked at the end of his abdomen by stretching the waistband of his pants down.

The tone quickly rises on both sides, both parties engaged in a back and forth of increasingly explicit photos, and soon, Obito finds himself with a hand inside his pants, touching himself without remorse. According to the videos he now receives, (Y/N) seems to follow him in body and soul, showing as she satisfies herself with a pink toy vibrating on her clit.

She had no possession of such an object before it all ended, and he feels even more aroused at the possibility of her not having been with anyone for months. Of course, there would be nothing wrong with the opposite case, but a toxic part of him is happy about that fact.

(Y/N) moans into her phone with anticipation, and before he can reply with a video of his own, he receives a video call. He doesn't take a second to answer it, being greeted with an "I miss you" between moans and ragged breaths, his ex's legs spread wide open as she touches herself with that toy of hers.

"I need you, (Y/N), I fucking miss you too" he moans in response, ceasing his touch to articulate coherent words and then resuming his self-inflicted caresses. They both share the moment, separated by distance but together in virtuality, fucking each other from afar yet close at the same time.

"You... sho-ould come! Here... I-I mean, come here!" It kills him the effort she makes to communicate what she needs, and he can imagine the familiar look of pleasure she must have plastered on her features, the one he appreciated countless times beneath his own body.

"Now?"

"Fuck yes-s, come, please!" Obito doesn't need a second invitation, quickly cutting off the call and typing an "on my way, don't cum" into their chat as he pulls on a jumpsuit with no need for a t-shirt underneath, sneakers, and runs out of his apartment with his car keys ready in hand.

EXAMPLE OF A SPECIAL AND UNIQUE ADDED SCENARIO

[siberat]

what Did I Do?

Little quick Drabble for my buddy! B.lastoff / on.slaught. Angst, binge eating…. Belching….

No sooner did the shared habsuit door close did he let out a quivering sigh. Just what had possessed him to do what he had done? Did he lose his mind? Heaving deep breaths, Bla/st O/ff peeled himself from leaning against the door and smacked his servo on his helm.

“Stupid…. Stupid…. Stupid!” Each word was followed by hitting himself on the helm as he paced around his room. His frame still tingled with the dread of realizing the severity of what he had done.

And just what did he do?

He performed a cardinal sin amongst the Decep/ticons: he honestly spilled his feelings in a silly little love note to his crush. And he gave it to said crush.

So, when he was called into his boss’s office, one of two things would happen: On/slaught would finally acknowledge him and return the feelings… or On/slaught would finally acknowledge him and humiliate him for being so foolish.

It turns out neither of those options happened. As Bla/st O/ff sat in the chair, he noticed his stupid, school-girl love note had fallen to the ground. His spark froze in his chest: his crush didn’t read it! Biting his lip, he wondered if he could snatch the incriminating evidence and save his face.

Sadly, On/slaught discovered the note, stopped rambling about battle plans (for once), and bent down to pick it up.

And much to the subordinate’s horror, he unfolded the note and read it—yup, right in front of him.

Talk about sweating bullets! His stomach churned as his frame warmed. His fingers idly fidgeted as he squirmed in his seat. Naturally, the Lead Combat/icon’s expression was unreadable, so he had no clue how his love/boss felt.

Until the note was lowered. And On/slaught stared into Bla/st O/ff’s optics blankly.

And this moment of silence was deafening. It was quieter than being in deep space. It felt like hours had passed, and he could not pull his fearful stare from the blue mech.

But being the coward he was, Bla/st O/ff stuttered, apologizing profusely as he bolted out the meeting room door. Yes, On/slaught called after him, but he couldn’t muster the courage or strength to obey. Instead, he ran back to his small habsuit, tears sliding down his reddening face.

This leads him to where he is currently: pacing his room and biting at his fingertips. Just what did he get himself into? And how could he get himself out of this?

He couldn’t remain still. He needed to do something before the repetitive self-destructive thoughts took over. Sadly, he suffered bouts of this and gave in to old habits. He snagged a bunch of snacks from the shared kitchen—more than his fair share—and retreated to his personal sleeping quarters.

He sat upon his berth, replaying the humiliating scene repeatedly in his processor as he mindlessly opened boxes of sweets and freed them from the plastic wrappers. As soon as that sweetness filled his mouth, he felt a smidge better. The moist, cream-filled cake lit his taste receptors, causing them to dance with joy.

Primus, junk food always hits the spot when feeling down!

As soon as one little calcium cake was finished, fingertips were sucked clean, and another was pulled from the box. Bla/st O/ff cooed with each bite, optics slitting to half-moons as each treat was greedily devoured. Each swallow brought happiness to replace the fear. Each new cake unwrapped promised the excitement of such a pleasurable experience. Each time his maws sunk in, squishing pink cream around his lips, the ‘Co/n felt like he was in some kind of utopia.

This abruptly ended with his servo reaching into an empty box. The family-sized treats, which had previously been unopened, didn’t last very long. Licking his lips, Bla/st O/ff sighed and discarded the empty box. Thankfully, there was plenty more to choose from.

Box after box, the Cyber/tonian treats were devoured. While the pace slowed down, the shuttle continued to engorge himself on this unhealthy feast. His belly soon swelled, grumbling with being stuffed so full. Upon a painful spasm, Bla/st O/ff grimaced and rubbed a servo over the massive ball that sat upon his lap.

“Primus,” The Co/n stared at the aftermath of his binge. “I really overdid it this time…” Glancing around, he saw the evidence of his raid. Empty boxes and wrappers littered his berth and floor. His gestalt mates would surely be mad!

His belly gave a clench, and its owner whimpered. Pressure was building up just below his chest despite the rubbing. His abdomen felt extremely bloated as tightness kicked in. Suddenly, a loud gurgling noise trembled through his tummy. Bla/st O/ff clenched his optics shut as fingers desperately worked to soothe this angry beast!

“Ah….” Bla/st O/ff whined, feeling as if there was something stuck in his pipes. It slowly bubbled upwards, and no amount of swallowing could halt its progress. Unable to contain this anymore, a loud, echoing belch erupted.

“Bwwwoooorrrrrruuuuuggggghhhhhhhpppp!”

Prim/us, how undignified! However, his stomach felt better as it rumbled on his lap. He sighed, leaning back to relax before he had to clean up his room.

“Excuse you.” A voice called out, snapping the shuttle from his blissful state.

Bla/st O/ff, whipping his helm around, discovered On/slaught standing in his doorframe, staring at him.

Oh dear Prim/us, could this day get any worse? He tucked over himself, attempting to hide his gut from the other’s view. “O…On/slaught…. I…..” Dang, tears welled up in his optics as he felt his cheeks grow hot. “What…I… I’m so-“

The leader of the gestalt held up his hand, beckoning silence. His other hand raised, revealing a clear plastic container holding a geode-cheese cake. “I…thought you might like something sweet…”

Was that a hint of a smile appearing on On/slaught’s faceplates

[what-gs-watching]

“There is only room for one God in this lab and it's not yours."

Welp, my city has decided that it forgot how weather works, and we’re snowed in and there’s a frozen pipe in my goddamn basement and I finished an interview loop for a company last week so I’m just sitting here trapped in my house and waiting desperately for any news on if they might hire me and it’s not going amazing SO, 

It’s time for a FRINGE BINGE. 

I saw a post a week or two ago that Fringe might be leaving Max at the end of the month, and I couldn’t let it go without a rewatch. It’s one of the reasons I started playing “What G’s Watching” with my husband - he’d seen it when it first came out and I thought maybe he’d remember some of it and could understand my rambling, because you need some kind of background to truly grasp what the eff is happening in Fringe. He didn’t. But that didn’t stop me from becoming completely obsessed. 

Even when I’m not rewatching, sometimes I’ll yell “PREVIOUSLY ON FRINGE” when the show I’m actually enjoying does a recap. I don’t know why it’s stuck in my brain, but it doesn’t matter, I love it.

Here’s the thing about Fringe: it’s absolutely ridiculous. It’s like X-Files on acid (or Walter’s Brown Bettty?). The science is ridiculous and honestly it’s difficult to follow the lore sometimes, especially the first time through it. But it’s weirdly captivating and it tugs at your heart strings, which doesn’t make any sense.

Basically, FBI agent Olivia Dunham gets sucked into a special division that investigates weird occurrences that seem to have to do with ‘fringe science’, and she ends up enlisting Peter Bishop and his genius scientist father, Walter Bishop (who’d spent almost twenty years in a mental institution) to help her get to the bottom of what the eff is going on.

AND THEN THINGS GET CRAZY. 

They pump so much backstory into this show. There’s monsters of the week, sure, but every single character has a whole damn room full of skeletons and it was so much fun trying to puzzle all of that shit out the first time. In my rewatch so far, I’m picking up a ton of little random clues and I’m loving it. It’s clear that J. J. Abrams had some IDEAS. 

Also, I’ve never watched Lost, (and I never will, I put my foot down on that)  but I can confidently say this is the better J. J. Abrams show. The ending doesn’t make you ridiculously angry you watched the whole thing. So there’s that. 

Honestly, there’s too much I love about this show. The whole alternate universe plotline for one, which creates some of my favorite moments. But it’s mainly about Peter and Walter. At its core, this stupid show is about their father son relationship, and how far people are willing to go  to protect their family. Which is weird, but also perfect. 

Before the mental institution, Walter was a little bit of a sociopath, pursuing scientific enhancements, consequences be damned. He was a shit person. He ran tests on children, he fucked with the fabric of the universe. No fucks given, that man. But the Walter we get for most of the show is just…oddly charming. Quirky in his brilliance, instead of calculating. And it’s FUNNY and endearing. 

Olivia brings in another agent to help corral Walter in his resurrected lab beneath Harvard, Astrid, and he spends most of the series calling her anything but. “Astro”, “Astrix”, etc. It’s not malicious, he just can’t hold the information, as much as he appreciates the work she does with him. Like, how does that turn out to just be kind of cute? 

Some of my favorite made-up words are from Walter.  “Vagenda”, for one. Which is ‘vagina agenda’ obviously. As in, “Peter fell for her vagenda”, which had me rolling. Even if it came about during a storyline that made me absolutely FURIOUS, but in the best of ways. (There was a lot of time wherein I was yelling at my husband about how much I hated “Fauxlivia” and her vagenda, but honestly I don’t want to spoil it because the twists and turns this show takes are so wonderful, they should be experienced with absolutely no background.)

The whole thing with Walter is that he’s atoning for the sins of his past, even if he doesn’t really realize it at first, and it’s just, really comforting. His entire arc is compelling and satisfying, even if it leaves you a crying mess. 

Also, Peter Bishop is forever my perfect New England boyfriend. At first I’m not sure who they wanted him to be exactly, but eventually he smoothed out into just an earnest, genius, gorgeous man trying to do the right thing and get past all of the hurt Walter caused him. They put him in devastatingly handsome peacoats and he saves the day and he’s sweet to Olivia and I just spend most of the time swooning. That smile, gang.

Is it because I fell in love with Pacey Witter as a young girl during Dawson’s Creek’s heyday? 98% yes. I will always love Joshua Jackson and Pacey was done dirty for a while. And come to think of it, Peter was too. It’s his thing, apparently. 

I do  realize Olivia is supposed to be the main character probably, but she gets me to my two favorite guys so I guess she’s fine. Anna Torv is wonderful, she plays Dunham really well (which I imagine was grueling given some of the storylines) but the Bishops are the stars of the show. I just want to squeeze both of them.

The crazy thing is there are some episodes that will destroy you emotionally. The white tulip? Jesus. That one just came up in my rewatch, and it was still a punch in the face the second time. There’s one where Walter gets lost in Chinatown, I had to literally mute it because it’s gut wrenching. Even with the silliness and the science that makes you roll your eyes, they make you look at things you don’t want to, and it can hurt. I love/hate that so much. 

And look, I understand that the moral of the show is that science and technology can be dangerous and we shouldn’t let it get away from us because it could eventually cause the downfall of everything, but that’s not what I’m here for. I’m always here for the relationships. And the ridiculous ways we can get people to die. And the outlandish scifi. If you wanna remind me of things that I don’t want to think about in between that, I guess it’s okay, because it makes no sense, but when I think of Fringe, it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It’s not a warm and fuzzy show, but it is for me. 

I started watching it because it was a complete series that had a purposeful ending and I needed something, but it turned into a lot more than that. I’m jealous of people who can see it for the first time. It’s just so…special. In weird and wonderful ways. There will never be another character quite like Walter Bishop. Or a truly realized tv universe as outlandish. They swung for the fences, and it really landed; vagenda, the observers, Walternate, and all. 

Let Walter charm the shit out of you, you won’t be disappointed.

[insomniac-jay]

Fic sneak peek

Corazón walked off the plane to the busy Neo Domino Airport, suitcase following behind her on the way to baggage claim. To everyone else, she was on vacation like the rest of them. She looked no different from thousands of tourist moving through the airport.

But to herself, this was a mission.

She pulled a gold locket out her jacket pocket. Inside was a picture of her and a girl with pale skin, dusty blue hair, and bright red eyes. A small, nostalgic smile curved her lips before turning into determination.

I'll find you, Akeno.

With the rest of her luggage, Corazón hopped in the first empty taxi available. During the ride, she checked her phone to catch up on the latest news. Most of it was flooded with Jack Atlas and his recent string of victories. At twenty-six, she experienced her fair share of self proclaimed kings--all of whom rose and fell. Just how things went. Nobody could call themselves that forever. For Jack, however, it seemed his entire brand and image were built around him being the King. Not that Corazón cared. He was a kid in her eyes.

"May I have your name please?"

"Corazón Gaviria De León."

Corazón handed the hotel clerk her ID and passport. The hotel wasn't the five stars she was used to but it was decent, and inconspicuous. Had everything she needed for the next few weeks. Once her identity was verified, the items were handed back to her along with a key card.

"Have a good stay here, ma'am."

"I will. Thank you."

The elevator ride left her with space for her thoughts. Akeno's mom said they got separated when the Zero Reverse happened. Plus they were being chased by Sophie's henchmen. That means there's a fifty fifty chance of her-

A loud bing cut off her train of thought with the doors opening. Corazón strolled her luggage down the hallway to her room. She swiped the key card and turned the knob. The aroma of bleach and cleaners filled the air. Again, the hotel wasn't too bad which included the rooms. It was fairly colorful with a sizeable closet, large bed, and bathroom. The window gave her a nice view of Neo Domino, particularly the Tops.

A loud yawn escaped her mouth. Sleepiness unlike any she'd felt ever before filled her. Shit. Jetlag's kicking in. Quickly slipping on a "Do Not Disturb" sign onto the handle, she collapsed on the bed. Eyes heavy, she fell asleep in a matter of moments.

The pure blue sky and warm sunlight soothed two girls sitting on the edge of the beach where sand and water met. A vast, sea green ocean lay before them. In spite of the crashing waves and joy from other beachgoers, they existed in their own quiet little world.

"Is it true you'll be leaving soon?" Corazón rested her head on her knees.

The girl beside her nodded. She blankly stared at the ocean, hoping to mask the sadness in her eyes. It was futile as tears ran down her face not too long after. Deep inside, she didn't want to go. For some strange reason, she'd seen something terrible happening in a distant future. To distract herself, she filled her mind with more "happier" thoughts about the move. Japan was a place she'd never been to despite her family coming from there. Would people accept her? Would she make any new friends?

Corazón leaned against her. She knew she'd never have the power to delay the inevitable; so for now, she'd just spend however much time her friend had left.

By the time Corazón woke up, it was already sunset. Dios mio. I was really that jetlagged. She immediately got up and showered. Surely someone had to have clues as to Akeno's whereabouts. Putting on a lacy orange corset top with belle bottoms and sandals, she left her room to head into the city.

Akeno's group was called the Radium Children. If there are any remaining members in this city, it shouldn't be hard to find them.

Tapping into her own Psychic abilities, a glittering aura surrounded her. Corazón then resumed her walk around the city. First she stopped at a nearby ramon shop for dinner. While eating, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Corazón?"

She turned to see a tall, bespectacled woman with mint green hair and pale skin. She was dressed in a burgundy pantsuit.

Like herself, a colorful aura surrounded her. Corazón's own glowed brighter, meaning she was close to another Psychic. Is she...? "Do I know you?"

"No but...Akeno talked a lot about you when we were younger-"

Corazón shot up out her seat. She immediately grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her out the shop to a nearby alleyway. "Tell me everything. Now. Where is she?"

"Unfortunately I don't know. I...I left that place before her."

I can tell, Corazón thought. The woman's eyes held no warmth; instead looking like a ruby red void of nothingness. She knew she probably saw, and experienced, things a person shouldn't. There was no doubt she was in Akeno's group.

"You left, huh? At least you gave me something."

"I think I know someone you can ask," the woman said. "Do you know Ivory?"

"Yeah. Hottest nightclub in this city. A playground for celebrities and residents of the Tops," Corazón replied, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"The manager used to be a member of...she wasn't in our group but she should know something."

"What's her name? And how will I know it's her?"

"Her name is Yoruko Aoki. If your powers don't tell you first then the smell of designer perfume should. She only wears Italian brands." She took a business card out her pocket and handed it to her. "I apologize for being unable to help you."

"It's not your fault. I'll just have to keep digging until I get some answers." Corazón prepared to walk off but stopped herself. "I never got your name."

"Okuda. Okuda Himeno."

The last time she stepped foot into Ivory, it was the afterparty of the Friendship Cup. Busiest night for them. She remembered the taste of the champagne served and the hostess she talked to so clearly. Part of her was eager to see how much changed since.

Seeing familiar faces among clubgoers didn't surprise her. After all, it was a favorite among Neo Domino's celebrities.

Okuda said the manager wears Italian designer perfume. What the hell would that even smell like? Corazón asked herself as she looked around. Club lights really made it hard to look at faces. Smells of alcohol, cologones, and other perfumes didn't help either. There was no way she was going to be able to find the manager using that way. Turning on her powers, she navigated the crowds.

"Corazón? Is that you?"

"¡Chingada madre!" Corazón huffed under her breath. She really hoped whoever it was kept it short and sweet. "Who's asking?"

"I knew it!"

@yukii0nna @shinkai14

[jamalgripperton46290]

A Juicy Big Mac, Please (Ronald McDonald x Kurger Bing)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

"Next!"

Ronald called. That was undeniably the word he had said the most in his life. He slouched behind this very counter every day taking hundreds of customer's orders waiting for the dreadfully slow clock to finally tick to his break or the end of his shift. His life was repetitive, boring, tedious, and basically every negative adjective you could think of, and he couldn't do anything about it. He had no clue how to change this fucked-up lifestyle, but every time he did try, he just couldn't bring himself to. Just the thought of changing an aspect of his life would send a cold shiver of dread down his spine. It was impossible for him to change if it were something big or small. However, after what felt like centuries of overthinking, today was the day that was going to change.

It was finally his lunch break, so he rapidly dashed outside to escape the overwhelming scent of grease, soda, and lingering piss from that damn ball pit, only to be greeted by smell of the sickeningly smokey air and diesel fuel of the gas station the McDonald's he worked at was located. The doors to the next-door Burger King jingled, signaling that he had entered. As the sound of the bell rang through his ears, thoughts of regret ran through his head at a million miles per hour.

I really shouldn't be doing this...

I can handle one more Big Mac before absolutely losing my sanity.... right?

I could just skip lunch and sit outside...?

I should go back

Everything would be great and the same if nothing changed

My life doesn't need to change... just one cheeseburger or happy meal.

No. Nope. Absolutely not. I need to dash back to McDonald's-

A mysterious figure caught his eye. Their hazel eyes looking out the open window taking a long drag of their cigarette, as their chocolate-brown hair flew in the light breeze of the wind. He looked ravishing, devine, scrumptious. Ronald's knees felt weak at the mere sight of him.

As if his body was on autopilot, he started walking towards him. "Hi" Ronald squeaked, a light blush crawling up his cheeks.

"Hi?" the mysterious dude answered, letting out a puff of smoke.

"What's your name?" Ronald managed to ask, although it felt as if he was drowning in the presence of this attractive male.

"My name's Kurger Bing, you?" Kurger replied with a slight smirk.

"Ronald. Ronald McDonald " He sputtered out, his cheeks warming even more.

"Well Ron, what brings you here this fine day?" Kurger inquired, motioning for him to continue.

"It's my first time here, and I was wondering what you'd recommend?" He asked, fiddling with his gloves.

"Whoppers are a must, although, if you'd like something lighter, Chicken Royales are just as great in my opinion" Kurger replied, a with a soft smile showing off his straight pearly whites.

Just before Ronald was going to order, he felt a slight tug on his trousers, and something slip into the back pocket of his pants. He didn't think anything of it and went to get a medium whopper meal with coke but noticed that the guy had left. Dammit.

It had come to the end of Ronald's shift, and as he was walking home, he put his hand in his pocket and felt something. Pulling it out and inspecting it, he realized it was a hand-written note?

'929-556-2746: Call me up, Ron ;) - Kurger '.

A ferocious blush invaded his cheeks stuffing the paper back into his pocket to use later.

Rushing back to his house, he leaped on his couch and punched the numbers into his poor phone screen as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

"Hello? Who is this?" a deep, husky voice erupted from his mobile device.

"It's me Ron, um, this is Kurger right?" Ronald asked somewhat shyly.

"Yep this is him, the one and only" Kurger replied, his voice lightening significantly.

"Kay... Well I just wanted to ask if you'd be at the Burger King tomorrow so we can chat or something" Ronald suggested nervously.

"I'd love to" Kurger replied, and Ronald could practically hear his smirk though the phone. They talked some more and eventually exchanged shy goodbyes. Hanging up the phone and plugging it in, laying on his bed just thinking.

Did I seem too desperate? Was that too rushed? Should I slow things down? Is he only accepting because he pities me?

Ronalds eyes grew heavy, and his eyes finally shut for the last time that day.

*Next day*

"That'll be 4.85, sir" Ronald lazily informed, while the man rummaged through his bag and pulled out a 5 dollar bill. A couple more insufferable customers later, and it was FINALLY his lunch break. Ronald practically sprinted to Burger King ecstatic to finally see Kurger again.

You met the dude yesterday Ronald, chill.

Unsurprisingly, Kurger was sitting in the exact same spot and smoking a cigarette.

"Well hello Ron, for a second I thought you were gonna ditch me. But then I remembered you were the one who thought about this in the first place, so you're lucky I'm still here." He claimed in his usual deep voice, smugly with his signature smirk.

"I'm here now, so that counts for something, and if you've forgotten, I have a job which means I go to work and I don't sit around smoking all day, unlike you" Ronald replied, biting into his sandwich he packed earlier in the morning.

"Damn Ron, thought you were more on the soft side but okay" Kurger remarked, his smirk growing.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you'd like to come to a party which is gonna be held at my crib on Friday" he continued, staring deep into Ron's eyes. In that instant, Ron's mind went blank as he scavenged his brain trying really hard to find a simple response for that simple question.

Say yes you goddamn idiot, fucking say it you cunt.

"Uhh... Y-Yeah I'd love to go- Yes, I'm gonna be there" Ronlad replied sheepishly.

GODDAMMIT RON great job you fuckwad, literally couldn't have done a better job at accepting his invitation.

Shut up inner Ron.

Nah

"Great! Well, here's my address you can come at nine" Kurger informed with a full-blown smirk plastered on his face.

"Okay, um, I gotta go, my break's over, uh, bye." Ronald sputtered out as he stuffed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth, and scrambled out of the Burger King as quick as he could, his face red and hot with embarassment.

*Fast Forward To Da Partay*

Blaring music and blinding lights invaded Ronald's senses as he stepped into Kurger's "crib". People were dancing, drinking or just talking with one another left and right and Kurger's house was really big, so that's a fuckton of people. Ronald pushed through the groups of people searching for the hazel-eyed brunette in the crowd.

"Hey Ron! Ya made it!" Kurger called from somewhere in the huddle of people.

"Yeah, quite the party you have here" Ronald replied, ogling at him discreetly, but how could he not? Kurger was out here sporting a white, button-down-shirt with all of the buttons undone giving wandering eyes a taste of his chiseled chest. A gold chain hanging from his neck, gathering attention to the tattoos on his neck and upper chest. Black slacks hugged his muscular legs, showing off his mouth-watering physique. But all Ronald was in, was a blue t- shirt and navy jeans which hugged his slim body.

"Wanna get some drinks? I got some fine Whiskey, Wine, Rum, Beer, Vodka. Basically whatever" Kurger suggested with a soft smile.

"Yeah, I'd like that" Ronald replied, heat traveling to his cheeks. Together they strolled towards the stools in front of the bar and ordered drinks. Enough drinks later, and the both of them had that satisfying buzzed feeling coursing through their veins.

"- And then I said to him: 'If your wanna dive in, you gotta go in prepared if you know what I'm sayin'." Kurger cackled, slapping the table, bending over with drunken laughter.

Ronald was just as amused and giddy even though he hadn't had nearly as much drinks as Kurger, because he was -and still is- a lightweight. Time passed by, and the duo drank more and more, to the point all of the nerves Ronald had at the beginning of the party, had vanished. His inner extrovert had knocked down the walls of his awkward and shy exterior. Here Ronald was: shirt off, hair messy, drenched in sweat and alcohol sensually swinging around the random pole in the middle of the room. Moving his hips to the deafening music as he felt eyes on him burning into his skin, he scanned the room to see who it was, and lo and behold, his eyes landed on Kurger.

While staring daggers at Ronald, Kurger had his legs spread across the loveseat, hair messy, shirt covering his impossibly large bulge. His stare was full of pure and animalistic lust, he was practically undressing Ronald with his eyes. Imagining every inch of pale skin that stretched across his body. A low growl escaped from him, as he stood up heading towards Ronald, who had just finished his slutty performance.

"Hey Kurgyyy, did ya like the show?" Ronald slurred, waltzing towards him.

"More than you'll know, Ron." Kurger replied, stepping closer to Ronald with the effects of his drinking altering his system dramatically. "Let's go somewhere more... private" Kurger remarked, slyly taking Ronald's pale and smaller hand in his. The closer they got to the room, the hornier they both got, the more hungry for each other they got.

Finally, they had reached Kurger's bedroom, Ronald softly closed the door behind him. As soon as the click had traveled to their ears Ronald had his hands pinned together to the door and Kurger's lips against his feverishly moving against his own. It felt as if fireworks had been set off on his entire body, especially his lips, it felt as if lights illuminated the once dark abode of Ronald's body.

Their lips danced against each other as if they had performed this very dance before. Hands traveling each other's body, familiarizing themselves with the curves and crevices. Tongues sliding against each other, sucking and invading the others mouth. In no time, the kiss had gone from soft to steamy, their hands becoming more desperate and gropey the dance with their tongues and lips becoming sluttier and more sensual.

Kurger pulled away from the kiss, his plump pink lips were now swollen, but that didn't stop them from attacking Ronlad's neck, licking, sucking, and biting leaving a trail of hickeys in their wake, Kurger looked up, continuing to leave marks and locked his eyes with Ronald's baby blues looking up innocently, but you couldn't say the same for his mouth, as it was already nearing the top of his jeans, while his hands started to unbuckle his belt.

More soft moans and whispers poured out of Ronald's mouth but then Kurger... stopped? In a split-second, Ronald was placed on the plush king bed (Ha, get it?) with Kurger slowly crawling toward him and dragging his trousers down at a frustratingly slow pace while untying his tie, then grabbing his wrists and tying them together over his head, tying him to the bed post. Ron squirmed in impatience, desperate to have him inside already.

"Patience, baby " Kurger mumbled, now pulling down his boxers.

Kurger's lips latched onto the tip of Ronalds chode ferociously sucking and swirling his tongue around his throbbing tip.

Ronald squirmed against the matte black tie letting out the softest whimpers and moans, afraid that someone might hear them. "Let em' out Ronny, no one will hear you up here" Kurger whispered breathlessly, his hot breath sensually tickled his tip when latching his mouth back on. With that, the knot in his stomach had become undone and Ronald's secret sauce had shot deliciously down Kurger's throat.

"Fuck Kurgy, that felt so good" Ronald moaned out still struggling against the restraints.

"Can you untie me now? Please Kurgy, my wrists are really sore" Ronald begged quietly trying to catch his breath. His baby blues gazed at him desperately.

"Not just yet" Kurger whispered seductively.

Now undressing himself slowly and torturously, letting Ronald devour his physique with his glassy eyes. Walking over to his bedside table, Kurger pulled out a blindfold and tied it around Ronalds eyes.

"What?" Ronald murmered confused as to why Kurger had blindfolded him.

That confusion very quickly turned into a lethal mix of pain and pleasure as Kurger plunged all of his un-naturally long and girthy length into Ron.

"Fuck!" Ronald moaned out at the satisfyingly full feeling of Kurgers schlong inside of him.

Picking up the pace, Kurger plowed into Ron with fast and deep thrusts hitting spots Ron didn't even know existed. Slurred curses and loud moans filled the room along with the obscene sound of their skin clapping against each other. They were both in complete ecstasy their lewd sweaty bodies moving against each other in movements that seemed rehearsed.

The familiar knot in his stomachs grew tighter and tighter the closer he got to his release. The grip around his neck tightened, the sounds in the room becoming more loud and explicit. It was pure ecstasy. They were both practically floating to cloud nine.

"I'm so close" Ronald managed to cry out in between moans.

"Not until I tell you to" Kurger groaned into his ear leaving more marks down his neck.

Kurger slowed his pace, deepening his thrusts and drawing out even more loud moans from Ronald. The familiar feeling in his stomach grew the more Kurger fucked him. Ronald grew breathless, a river of whimpers flowed out of him.

"Can I- Fuck- Please Kurgy, I need to" Ron begged.

His eyes closed tightly as he held back. Kurger groaned loudly, his cock twitching in between Ron's soft gummy walls.

"Let go, Ronny" Kurger moaned. Taking off his blindfold and releasing his load deep inside him.

Ron became a moaning mess coming all over Kurger's stomach, writhing from the intense pleasure he just experienced. He lay back on Kurger's pillows while sighing, his eyes fluttering shut. Kurger let out a chuckle, a deep rumble vibrated from deep inside his chest.

"It's not over just yet, baby, oh, we're just getting started." Kurger laughed staring at Ron with malicious, lustful intent.

Kurger reached his arm out to his bedside table, pulling out a ball gag and... nipple clamps? Ron whimpered once again in fear and excitement awaiting what was about to happen, too intimidated to say anything.

"Look at me, Ronny" Kurger whispered tilting his chin up, reinforcing eye contact.

"Our safe word is 'pickles', okay?" Kurger looked at him sincerely his rough side gone but for just a moment.

"Okay..." Ron mumbled, and just like that, Kurger's dominant and merciless self, had resurfaced again.

"Get on all fours" Kurger demanded smirking, watching Ronald struggle for a bit before successfully completing his command.

Kurger pushed a finger into Ron's tight hole, slowly inching it in. He grew impatient, hungry for more of Kurger or his thick, lengthy todger inside of him. He tried pushing his hips back but Kurger's strong grip held him in place.

"Kurgy... please" Ron begged, too breathless to say anything more.

"What do you want Ronny?" Kurger asked smirking, clearly knowing exactly what Ron was begging for.

"Fuck- You know exactly what I want..."

"No, I really don't Ronny, could you clarify?" Kurger grinned, amused at how worked up he could make Ron.

"Goddammit" Ron muttered, growing more desperately frustrated.

"I want you to stick your dick inside me and fuck me Kurger, God!" Ron commanded raising his voice, fed up with being teased.

Kurger's eyes darkened, boring into Ron as if he could see his soul right through him. A shiver ran down Ron's spine as he whimpered scared for what was about to happen. Kurger smirked at Ron, but in a malicious, intimidating way. He pulled his fingers out of Ron's hole. His grip on Ron's waist tightened, a definite bruise would appear there now. Ron felt a sharp sting on his asscheek.

"Don't.

*smack*

Raise.

*smack*

Your.

*smack*

Voice.

*smack*

At.

*smack*

Me."

*double smack*

Kurger growled, before biting on the soft, fleshy skin of his ass.

"Understand?" Kurger said caressing his hands over the two bulbous planets.

Ron moaned, feeling another smack to his ass as Kurger awaited for a response. He nodded his head feebly, unable to say anything. Kurger picked up the ball gag, fastening it around Ron's head and applied the nipple clamps. Giving Ron one last smack to the ass, he plunged in pushing all of his girth into Ron's ring of fat flesh. He slowly pulled out almost all of his length before slamming right back into Ron again. He let out muffled moans struggling against the ball gag as saliva dripped off it. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall joining the other lewd sounds in the room creating a harmonious symphony.

Ron was getting closer to the sweet release he craved for, closer to the edge, just leaning over the precipice that hovered over a couple thousand feet, he was driven closer and closer by the second, just a couple inches away from the deathly drop as he clenched around Kurger's girthy length just about to release his load.

Suddenly, Kurger pulled out completely, just as Ron was about to leap, edging him. He tried to push himself back on Kurger but it was of no use, his iron grip kept him still as he made unintelligible noises of complaint.

"Did you really think I'd let you come after disobeying me, Ronny? This is your punishment and you're gonna be a good boy and fuckin' take it" Kurger growled, leaving no room for him to protest, but it wasn't like Ron could anyway.

Ron stopped writhing and accepted his fate. Kurger grinned, tightening the nipple clamps then slamming into Ron once again. They both groaned at the euphoric feeling. Kurger sped up, his pace gave Ron an ethereal sensation, a tingly feeling spread across every inch and pore of his skin. Muffled sounds of pleasure leaked out of his puffy, pink lips. So many feelings at once, pulled him towards the edge, once again. Kurger kept his pace making sure to lead him to the finish line. Ron inched closer, desperate to feel.

Right before Ron released all the built-up emotions and feelings that stacked on top of each other that evening, bottled up tightly inside of him, Kurger pulled away once again. This time though Ron went slightly limp as his knees gave out on him, he rested his head on the soft, plush pillows, knees weak and head heavy. He was unable to hold himself up the weight of his body and mind too immense. Kurger paused for a moment before gently flipping Ron on his stomach, and as he did, tears welled up in Ron's eyes.

Warm tears spilled out of his eyes and rolled down his red, hot face. Ron couldn't help it, he was too overwhelmed and overstimulated, but he still tried his best to keep it together. This was his punishment, and he was determined to take it, desperate to feel good and to feel Kurger in any way possible. He was going to wait it out until he was deemed forgiven and driven towards the edge again.

Kurger was about to call it a night, afraid he'd taken it too far before he realised what it was that he was silently asking, begging him for. Kurger smirked before gently taking off the ball gag that was drenched in his slimy, warm saliva and removing the nipple clamps that imprisoned his rosy buds which were now a blazing red that seemingly glowed in the dim, dark lightning of the room. He placed both items on the bedside table.

"You want me so bad, don't you Ronny? You just love my fat, thick cock penetrating through your plush and warm walls, don't you?" Kurger slightly groaned out in a sultry and seductive voice as he pressed soft, sloppy and wet kisses all over his face and neck.

"Mhm~" Ron moaned as he slightly arched his back, whimpers trailing out of his mouth. He pressed more kisses over his chest and thighs.

"You love my touch, hmm~?" Kurger whispered as his lips inched closer to Ron's nether regions.

"Mhm" Ron whined, desperate for him to latch his warm lips around his width, bobbing his head up and down. Ron watched him with hooded eyes, orbs filled with lust and hunger.

Kurger smirked, licking up the prominent vein of his cock to the tip, taking it into his mouth his soft, plump lips sliding up and down his length.

Ron moaned out, his eyes shut tight in pleasure. Kurger gripped his hips pulling him closer, his head and back now flush against the mattress. Kurger spread Ron's legs as far as they could go. He bobbed his head up and down, dragging his spit down Ron's length then pushed two digits into his plush, warm hole pumping them rapidly. He bucked his hips in delight, pleasure radiating off his sweaty, rosy body. Kurger sped up, his bobbing and pumping becoming more and more frantic as more slurred words of praise and pleasure slipped off of Ron's tongue.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure then shut tight as he got closer to the looming edge. The precipice that would leading him to the heavenly feelings that would make him feel on top of the world. Obscenities leaked out of his mouth, words and phrases that if he said outside of the hot and steamy room they were in- the room they've spent for what felt like forever- would get him weird or offended looks, it would make parents cover their children's ears to not make them think its okay to say such lewd and unholy things. Ron was practically on heaven, his cock twitched repeatedly in Kurger's mouth, his walls tightened around his thick, long fingers.

"Don't stop~" Ron managed to choke out between the groans and whimpers bubbling out of his mouth, desperate for his release.

Ron finally got to release his load which shot down Kurgers throat. A wave of ethereal pleasure washed over him, euphoria coursed through his veins which caused pins and pricks of relief tickling over his skin. At the same time, that most earth-shattering, soul splitting, mind-blowing orgasm hit him like a truck and sprinkled pleasure all over his body. Ron was in heaven and he finally got to let go.He rode out his orgasm and Kurger made sure to stretch it out for as long as he could as Ron squirmed and whimpered under his touch.

He then soon pulled his fingers out of his ring of muscle, taking his mouth away from Ron's todger with a small pop.

Ron lay breathless on the bed, the sweat beads that lingered on his skin rolled down on the sweaty and liquid-damp sheets. Both their hair was messy and damp, face, skin red and hot. Ron's eyes were shut as he grasped on the lasting sensations of the best orgasm he's ever had and the hardest he's ever cum. Kurger layed next to him as the room started to cool down, pulling their bare bodies close together, settling the covers over both of them. Ron snuggled up to him, the activities over the night and the energy it stripped from both of them getting to them, eyes heavy, breathing slowed, head on chest. It was the perfect ending to an even more perfect night.

They silently held eachother just soaking eachothers presence. The past moments replayed in both of their minds, the euphoric pleasure, the heat of the moment, the love, the chemistry they have lingered on their minds and sleep slowly overtook them both.

Maybe changing from time to time isn't all that bad.

....

A/N

God DAMN. That was 100% the longest we've took to write a chapter and the longest chapter we've written too. I cannot tell you how many times I've gotten writers block while writing this or how many times I've wrote and re-written like the first half of the fic but overall very worth the end results. This chapter was written solely by Jamal Gripperton but the grammar, spelling, edits and shit was all Beezy Bee. However, we cannot express the gratitude we have towards our readers. Thank you all for reading (especially the people who read the authors notes🤌✝️🙏) Not to forget, but October and Christmas are both cummin round the corner soo.... get ready for the absurd things we have planned. Also we might not post as much till then but we'll try.

-Jamal Gripperton and Beezy Bee <3

[starlightmeissa]

Hi I just wanted to let my appreciation for you and your stories known, even if I'm never brave enough to comment

I even joined your discord server but haven't written a single thing since I've joined

But you deserve to know how much I adore your stories

Your writing style is amazing, very easy to read, one just gets into a flow when reading and I often found myself binge reading your fics, unable to lie them down

I first found you via your Skyrim fanfic, I believe

Your way of telling stories just gripped me and your ideas for them aswell so I had to find more to read and so I moved onto your Skyrim and DA crossover fic

You're actually one of the two writers that got me into DA in the first place! (for which I'm very thankful)

After reading that I started reading all your over DA fics and eventually when I ran out your bnha fic aswell (a fandom I also haven't been in before and I wouldn't consider myself to be truly in it now but I stumbled into its fanfiction because of you)

You just have a way with words that makes me want to read and read and read even if I know barely anything or even nothing about the setting

Of course I subscribed to you and eagerly awaited every update or new fic

I also started reading your soiaf fanfiction even though I knew nothing about the setting and it's honestly been kind of a balm to my sapphic little heart and so funny

Your new Naruto fanfic! So much joy, I love tiny terror Seiko with her 'absentmindedness' and speaking what's on her mind and just being a bamf

Honestly? All your stories got me through some tough shit

I discovered your da si from when you were 15 or sth when I was going through a tough time myself

Reading your stories... It just helped. Distracted me from my life and made me feel a lot better

They still do! I find myself often rereading ones I've read a thousand times before

They're just all so calming, like the noise of the sea, and bringing me the same happiness as from it

So yes I know this was a lot of blabbering but I just needed you to know how much your fanfictions mean to me and how grateful I am you shared them with the world

I hope you're well, and best of luck to you for whatever you may set your mind to!

i have no clue how to respond to this in any tangible way that can compare to the care you have put into this ask, so i'll settle for a thank you. truly thank you. i've gone back to look at this ask multiple times since you sent it to up my motivation, and i want you to know i appreciate you sending it. thank you.

[yuripoll]

KNOCKOUTS: Soulmate (2020)

Soulmate is a Chinese webcomic written by Wenzhi Lizi and illustrated by Bing Ke Ran about a woman being bodyswapped with teenage self.

Qi went to sleep embraced by her girlfriend, Yuanzi. However, when she opened her eyes she realized that she had been transported 10 years back to the past, back when she was still in high school. While she sees this as an opportunity to save the love of her life, what she doesn't realize is that her teenage self is in her adult body, 10 years into the future, and has no clue about the life Qi has built or how precious the time she has left with Yuanzi is. No matter the time, no matter the age, their love resonates as they stand by each other's side. Will they be able to conquer fate? - Anilist

CN originally posted to Kuikan Manhua, but seems to have been removed (?). ENG available on INKR & Tapas.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: mild to mod.

very occasional suggestive scenes

the romance is adult-in-teen-body x teen & teen-in-adult-body x adult (and teen x teen and adult x adult, of course, they're the same people); time travel age gap shenanigans may be uncomfortable for some.

chronic illness & hospitalisation <- one of the leads has serious health issues and is shown in the hospital. while it's not immediately life-threatening, she's told that her condition is worsening, and that she might not have long left. she gets iv infusions; no needles are shown but you do see her bleeding after it's accidentally pulled out. her health issues are brought up frequently.

minor instances of other bloody injury, too. mostly accidental, but there is one (1) fight.

child neglect <- one character is shown to be left on her own for long stretches of time as a teen

drowning, mainly used as visual metaphor

outing <- gay relationship is intentionally spread with malicious intent. nothing too intense comes of it

homophobia <- protagonist faces some workplace homophobia; forced to temporarily leave work over it, and her boss tries to set her up with a man when she comes back. also, he comes around, but when the protag came out to her dad he wasn't supportive to begin with. overall, nothing bigtime homophobic happens.

ableism <- this is a minor add on and probably mostly nitpicky on my part; no ableism in the text, however i think the story has some uncomfortable implications about the worth of living a life with chronic or otherwise long-lasting health issues.

[chococookiez]

nightly ptv posting in random places until i see them live (123 days left!!) - not in the greatest place rn as this cold covid continues to fuck with me both physically and mentally so im gonna get really sappy and talk about how significant each album is to me cause i could write a whole essay on this. under cut cause this is gonna be long

collide with the sky was the album that got me into this band. one of my irl friends was reposting tiktoks about them, i heard the hell above transition and instantly ran to them for recommendations cause i was HOOKED. that night i think i listened to them for around 3 and a half hours straight, i think i went through the entirety of collide, selfish machines and afftd (im not sure if i finished afftd or if i looked at misadventures yet) and the only thing that stopped me from continuing the binge was a massive headache that came over me. hold on till may inspired two of my ocs as i imagined them taking the roles of both people in the song, their personalities and how that'd fit into an existing universe we (me and my friends) had. they're still the two ocs i think about the most since i connect them with ptv very often and - yknow, hyperfixation. fun fact: i timed the "im sorry but ive made up my mind" in bulls in the bronx to happen when it hit midnight on my birthday. no clue why, just thought it was cool ig

the jaws of life was the first album i owned physically, accidentally managing to acquire both the cd and the vinyl on my birthday (cd was spotted in hmv, vinyl was my grandma's gift. there's a certain cashier at that hmv that i think happened to be working that day who shares my music taste, they recommended my dad listen to them since he said he got the cd for me lmaoo) the songs on that album were the first ones my parents heard, as my dad's car has a cd player so i popped it in on the way back home. much later on due to some shenanigans involving a shitbox car thats best music source was cds and oh look ptv is the one band my mum didn't mind listening to and i had 2 of their cds (i'll talk about that later), it ended up becoming her favourite album of theirs so we'd very often listen to it on journeys even when she got her car back as it was one of the few things we shared taste wise after i took a dive bomb into rock/metal, so while its my least favourite in terms of songs as im writing this (i don't dislike them!! some of my faves are on there!!), im incredibly sentimental towards it regardless.

misadventures was the second album i owned physically, finding the cd buried in a local record shop (it has the acoustic bonuses on it!!), and i think i can sorta call it my favourite album of all time. almost every single song in that album has been put on loop at least once (i mean that very literally. every single one. except sambuka? idk, just wasn't in my head as much...) it was also involved in the shitbox car shenanigans which might have influenced my love for it too. the divine zero in particular had (and still has tbh) a strong chokehold on me, being a little too relatable for me as i was going through a very dark patch in life that im not sure is entirely over yet actually, though it at least feels like it might be. i still can't listen to that song only one time whenever it comes on, i have to replay it at least once. it was my top song on spotify and i barely even fucking use spotify. can you tell im normal about the divine zero?

tl;dr - ptv are cool. im normal about them. thumbs up emoji.

a flair for the dramatic and selfish machines, while not having a big long story behind them, have been incredibly important to me during The Cold Covid as their songs are the main ones im obsessed with currently. some noteworthy songs off them are she sings in the morning/yeah boy and doll face (ok this one's kinda silly: i found out people found the first song through osu which i hadn't played in ages and these two was some of the first plays i got in a very long time so i currently hold them very close. fun fact: i like rhythm games!), wonderless/chemical kids and mechanical brides (INCREDIBLY calming to me, go tos when i need to lower my energy levels), million dollar houses (very closely connected to one of the two hold on till may connected ocs) and fast times at clairemont high (ok it's just a banger to me. the high notes make me fucking feral and i listened to the song 10 times in a row once. oops)

[verycharismaticdragon]

Okay, err, a few points I wanna reply to, so I'm just tackling them in random order.

First, about Peak Lords' ages - yeah, there's a lot of support for making them not that old.

I'm p sure the bit about TLJ-sealing happening before YQY was Sect Leader is just straight-up canon. Then, when SY!SQQ sees SJ's memories of disciple selections, it mentions something about how the Peak Lords only ascended a couple years ago (I'm trying not to skip ahead in my reread so idr exact wording). Which would make the IAC Gone Wrong either 2nd or 3rd ever for their generation. (Fun fact: if IAC happens every 4 years, it means SY transmigrated a year or less after the previous one.) Also, when the System gives Airplane a deadline for becoming the head disciple, it's 3 years, and yeah the System is a bitch but: wouldn't it make sense for the deadline to be either the ascension itself, or at least the latest possible date the previous peak lords may choose a succeeding disciple? Putting SQH's ascension age at smth like 20-21.

I hope to collect a few more clues as I reread, but yeah. There's a lot of support for not-that-old peak lords.

Next point, I'm kinda not sure about the idea of the 20-days binge being a reread. Esp considering the context for SQQ mentioning it, which is that he had "clean forgotten" most of the beginning arc. I'd guess his memories would be fresher if he was re-reading and recently too. So far, it seems that the most likely case is that he binged the novel when he first joined the fandom (either during the abyss or post-abyss arc), and then followed it update to update.

As for Airplane dying while writing another chapter, see, here's the thing: Shen Yuan had clearly read the finale. The way he talks about holding out till the end, hoping the plot threads would be resolved after all, is one thing. Another is this paragraph:

ch.1, p.12 (eng.edition)

Which sounds exactly like a sort of thing that would be in the book's epilogue / ending. The sort of thing that would wrap up the story.

So, what's up with Airplane writing another chapter?

One possible explanation is that he was writing extras. Most cnovels have them, and considering PIDW is his money tree, I'd imagine he'd write some whenever his finances would look a little dry, even if he moved on to writing something else.

Another is, ofc, that he was writing something else, because I paged through his extra real quick and it doesn't seem to ever specify that it was a PIDW update he was working on.

If you wanna go slightly tinfoil hat unhinged, though, I would suggest "sv!Airplane and sv!Cucumber actually come from two parallel worlds" theory. That would explain who is writing the revised danmei version of PIDW (Airplane in the world where Shen Yuan died), how Shen Yuan read the finale even though Airplane died writing an update, and even why Shen Yuan says PIDW ran for 4 years while the beginning of the Airplane extras says he maintaned his insane productivity for three...

(Yeah, the last one can also be explained differently, if we consider that Airplane was writing PIDW seriously in the beginning, and only started banging out brainless smut later.)

(Tbh this was a crack explanation I came up with for possible binggeyuan fic so. yk. mostly joking about it. unless? 👀)

...actually you know what*, I'll check the canon myself tomorrow, but: do we actually know for sure that SY died immediately after finishing PIDW? because i remember he died cursing it with his last words, but not whether it was indicated that he died the same day as he finished reading.

Couldn't it happen at a later date? Because, like, just basing it on myself, there are some things that I finished 2 years ago and hated so much that I still have a rant pretty much lock'd and loaded, and I will start recounting it at the slightest provocation.** Couldn't it be the same case?

*inspired by a couple posts i saw before, about the discrepancy between SY following the novel for years (i didnt see this on my reread yet so idk source) and finishing it in 20 days (chap.1)

**yes, yes, the probability of transmigrating into woh/shl if i meet an unfortunate accident is something I have a healthy fear of