#I sat on this for a while because I wasn't sure whether I should post it or not

[prettybuck]

hello to everyone who is gasping over the "let buck fuck" quote.

I'm bisexual. I've fucked around with men and I've fucked around with women. Sometimes I've fucked around with both at the same time. I'll probably keep doing it, because that's my choice and I enjoy it. My experience may not be your experience, or the experience of all bisexual people, but it is still my experience and I can promise it's not a singular one.

The truth is that it wouldn't be out of character for Buck to fuck around. And it's really really okay for someone to explore their sexuality with consenting adults. The existence of a stereotype isn't an excuse for slut shaming. Bisexual people who choose to sleep around shouldn't have to whitewash their choices just because it makes you uncomfortable. :)

[unreliablesnake]

Bliss (Ghost x f!reader)

Summary: Ghost gives in to his feelings, putting the fact he's above you in the ranks aside, and meets you after your latest mission.

Note: Part 2 of this, but it can be read as a stand-alone. / Here's the happy ending, I hope you'll like it. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Warning: SMUT, MINORS DNI! Afab!reader. Fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v.

A little voice in the back of his mind kept telling Ghost to break down his walls. Let’s not worry about ranks, let’s not worry about consequences. Keep it a secret, make it some fun sneaking game just for the two of you.

To his disappointment, you kept your distance after that night. Not like he could blame you after he made it clear there could be nothing between you. While he stood next to Price in the briefing room, you looked at him every once in a while, your eyes showing the kind of sadness that made it hard for him to focus. He wished he could hug you, tell you he was sorry and he made a grave mistake by pushing you away.

Because as the days passed, he became more and more sure that he should give in to his needs. He wanted to be with you, but strictly outside of work. This way he could keep a little distance, he could sell himself the idea of breaking the rules.

Soap noticed that something had changed between the two of you, but he only dropped half a sentence before changing his mind. He knew better than to dig into his superior's private life. Whether he had asked you or not, Ghost didn't know. But for his own sanity, he assumed he did not.

The night before they could finally go home, he was scrolling your Instagram profile while lying on his bed, smiling to himself every time he saw a picture of you. It was rare, mostly found among the photos you were tagged in, but he was grateful for each and every one of them.

Suddenly he felt the mattress shift as someone sat down on its edge. He turned off the phone's screen and put it down next to his head to see who it was. When his eyes landed in you, he felt a wave of guilt passing through his body.

"Why are you torturing yourself?" you asked kindly as you reached out to place a hand on his chest.

His skin burned where you touched him, making it really hard to resist the urge to put his hands on top of yours. "What are you talking about?"

You let out a sigh at this. "You liked those photos by accident, I guess. Ghost, you said we can't be together, yet you keep looking at my photos. I'm gonna ask you again. Why are you torturing yourself?"

As he propped on his elbows, Ghost thought about the answer. "I don't want to be away from you," he admitted so honestly that he surprised himself. Well, based on the look on your face, there was no turning back now. "I know I said we can't be together, but I can't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try. Why are you like this, huh? Why are you so irresistible?" he asked, his question nothing more but a barely audible whisper.

With a smile, you leaned closer and slowly moved your hand up to his neck, your fingers brushing the hem of his balaclava. "Meet me after the mission," you told him quietly, your voice carrying the sort of authority that made it impossible to say no to you.

Ghost knew he was at your mercy, there was no way he could say no to that. He wasn't strong enough. So he took your hand in his and moved closer to give you a kiss through the fabric of his mask, savoring the feeling just in case this was the first and last time he could do it.

"Come on, I know you want to meet me," you tried kindly, your eyes locked with his as you waited for his response.

"Fuck, love, how could I say no to that?" the lieutenant breathed against your lips.

And he sent you a DM to discuss the details, making sure to keep the conversation online so the others wouldn't know about it. He didn't want conflict. He didn't want tension. The tension between the two of you was more than enough on his plate.

Three days later he was standing in front of your door, this time without his usual mask, his hand raised to knock. But he hesitated, he wasn't so sure anymore about this date. No, he could do it. He shouldn't be that–

"So you're just gonna stand here without letting me know you're here?" he heard your voice all of a sudden.

When he looked up, he noticed you standing in the now open door, your arm resting against the doorframe. You looked so happy and relaxed, the total opposite of what he usually saw during missions. With your trendy clothes and light makeup, he felt like kissing you on those cherry red lips.

"God, why are you like this?" he asked from no one in particular before acting on his instincts and pulling you into a kiss.

You giggled against his lips as you pulled him inside by the front of his shirt. "And you're really handsome. Have you been told that?" you inquired with a wide grin when he kicked in the door and pushed your back against it.

He gently bit on your lower lip, happy to hear a satisfied moan escape you. "We're not gonna leave for dinner, are we?"

You shook your head in response, letting him know that he was free to do whatever he wanted. And Ghost didn't need you to repeat yourself, he took the lead without hesitation, his hands moving to remove your clothes with precise and calculated moves.

Ghost's hands roamed your body as if he was trying to memorize every inch and every curve, turning it into a core memory along with everything you were about to do tonight. Because he was sure this would be a night to remember, he could feel that what you had there was truly magical.

"I want to taste you," he mumbled against your neck, enjoying the way you pushed your body against his upon hearing his request.

You gave him the directions to your bedroom, moving in perfect sync with him until the point he picked you up and gently laid you down. Ghost kneeled down next to the bed then wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth.

"Prop on your elbows, sweetheart, I want to see your beautiful eyes," he ordered you sternly, making you do as he said while his tongue ran along your already wet cunt. "Look at you. I barely did anything and you're already having trouble focusing on me."

While Ghost laughed at this, you couldn't mirror his reaction. Your thoughts were somewhere else, somewhere much higher, but he didn't mind as long as your eyes were on him. He gently sucked on your clit, the mewl leaving your swollen lips sounding like music to his ears.

It wasn't a race, but he wanted to win, and winning meant drawing an orgasm out of you as fast as he could. He wanted to see how badly you wanted him, how your body reacted to his touch, and so when you tried pressing your thighs together only from feeling his tongue exploring your pussy, he pushed them wider apart, not giving you the chance to stop him.

Your eyes were hazy when he looked into them again, which drew a satisfied smirk on his shiny lips. He let go of one of your thighs and gently dipped a finger into your needy hole, slowly pumping as he returned to your puffy clit, sucking on it as if he was having his last dinner in this world.

You threw your head back in pleasure when he pushed another finger inside you, whispering his name over and over again, begging him to keep going, to make you come. "Simon, please, I can't," you whined between your moans, your hands twisting the sheets.

Ghost let out a deep growl as he put his other hand on your stomach to keep you in place. "Come on, love, come for me," he said, his eyes fixed on you, looking for the eye contact that could hopefully push you over the edge.

And the moment you looked into his amber eyes, your body began to shake, meaningless words leaving those perfect lips like a prayer as you finally reached your first high. He lapped up every drop of your flowing juices, just like he was a man starved, and he couldn't stop smiling while he watched your body slowly relax again.

He licked his fingers clean before pressing one more kiss on your cunt and getting rid of his own clothes. He signaled you to move on the bed, and you crawled up to the headboard, your hand reached out to invite him closer, legs wider apart to give him enough space. He gave you a sloppy kiss, simply loving the way his cock teased your entrance.

"Mind if I don't use a condom? I wanna feel you, baby," he asked between kisses.

You were probably still too lost in the sensation your orgasm left behind to think straight, so you agreed, and he was bad enough not to care about whether or not it was the right decision to make. He wanted it too badly to play nice this time. And if it came down to it, there was always a morning after pill to solve the problem.

So he pushed the tip in, teasing you just enough to earn your whispered pleas for more, begging him to finally fill your needy cunt. But for now he enjoyed this little game of his, only giving you the tip before pulling out, slowly turning you into a desperate mess.

"Si, please," you begged again as you reached up to grab his bicep.

"You want me to fuck you this badly?" he asked with a smirk, then leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

You returned it, hungrily devouring him while moving your hips in a futile attempt to get him to finally make a move. Ghost thought for a second, wondering if he should stop being cruel and just give you what you wanted so badly. Seeing the look in your beautiful eyes, he let out a sigh and decided not to tease you any longer.

At first he went slow, pushing his cock into your cunt slowly, giving you the time to get used to his size. Your tight pussy felt like heaven, and he didn't think he could last long if you didn't relax soon. "Love, try to relax," he told you quietly, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"It's hard to relax when you're filling me up so well," you whined before pulling his head down into another kiss.

He began to move his hips in a steady rhythm, feeling ecstatic from hearing your sweet mewls and moans, feeling you press your body close to his as you arched your back from pleasure. He felt your cunt clench around his cock, keeping him deep between your velvety walls, and sending him closer to the edge.

He sped up, going a little harder maybe, but not hard enough to hurt you. He paid attention to your reactions, making sure you enjoyed every second of your time together. When your breathing and the noises you made changed, he knew it wouldn't take much for you to have your next orgasm.

So he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, earning a pathetic whine from you in return, but he didn't stop, it only made him more determined to give you what you deserved. "Come on, baby, I know you're close," he told you before kissing your neck.

And soon enough you finally came around his cock, causing him to reach his high as well not long after that, but he was still focused, he still wanted to fuck you through it. You were overstimulated, completely lost in the sensation, and he simply couldn't get enough of this sight.

He raised his body to kneel between your legs after he pulled out, pushing his leaking cum back into your cunt as he proudly smiled to himself. There you were, a broken mess despite him not even going that hard on you. This was intimate and caring sex, not the rough stress relief he usually experienced with other women.

You were special, the light in his dark life, and the more he thought about it, the more sure he became that he didn't want to let you go. He crawled back next to you, pulling you against his chest before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Mind if I stick around for a few more days? I could use more of your perfect little pussy," he suggested cheekily.

You let out a quiet chuckle before giving him a soft kiss. "I wanted to ask you to stay, so we were thinking the same thing."

Ghost wasn't used to this, but he loved this feeling. He loved how calm and happy he was around you, how easily you could make him forget about his crappy life.

[agustsmuse]

Somebody Does Love | MYG

Pairing: BestFriend!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Idol au

Synopsis: You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Warnings: Depression, self depreciation, implied self harm.

WC: 2.1k

Posted: 18 August 2023

It didn't take much for Yoongi to worry about you. He could tell something was wrong by something as simple as the way you worded a text or how you carried yourself on a particular day. In fact, he knew you better than you knew yourself. Habits, tastes, quirks. Some of which he'd tell you, others he kept to himself because he didn't want you to stop doing them, because he knew you'd stop if he did.

He knew you well enough that you'd stop all the things he loved most about you if he uttered a word about them, it was a habit of yours he hated. You never did it consciously, of course. It was like it was programmed into you that the second someone told you they loved a feature, you’d change it or one of your quirks, you'd stop doing it almost instantly.

And that list of things he loved was long. He'd probably have to write a book, but there were things he hated, one in particular.

You never wanted to bother him with your problems.

It drives him mad.

He's your best friend, Yoongi would remind you constantly. You're problems were his problems and vice versa. someone broke your heart? They broke his. Someone mistreated him? They mistreated you.

One thing always remained certain for both of you, no one would argue it. You'd take a bullet for each other in a heartbeat.

"You've been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes, hyung." Namjoon broke the silence of Yoongi's studio, interrupting the elder's thoughts.

"Sorry, You wanted something?" Yoongi asked nonchalantly as he swung his chair to face Namjoon, greeting him with a forced smile.

Namjoon held up a set of headphones he'd taken from one of the shelves in Yoongi's studio. "Mine broke, I knew you had a spare."

Yoongi rolled his eyes endearingly, a small breathly laugh slipped out.

"It wasn't my fault this time!" Namjoon protested his innocence.

For once, it actually wasn't the clumsy man-child’s fault.

"Ah yes, it's the little man that mysteriously comes in your studio and breaks all your stuff," Yoongi teased.

"Uhm, It was, actually." A blush rose on Namjoons cheeks, whether he wanted to admit it or profusely deny it, he could give a tomato a run for its money. "Jimin was in.. he.. sat on them."

"Suuure," he teased further, "I'm sure that’s what he, no, the two of you, were doing."

"Hyung!"

"Dongsaeng?" Yoongi hummed, giving Namjoon a knowing look.

"Back to the original point," Namjoon deflected. "Are you okay? You were miles away."

"I'm fine," Yoongi looked back at the lyrics on the screen, his expression changing instantly. "It's y/n."

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know" He rested back on his chair while running his hands through his long, fluffy hair. "I haven't heard from her in two days. I was meant to have dinner with her and got really into writing this song and I had an idea for the beat and went all in. She knows I get like that sometimes, and that's the reason when I don't reply."

"Sometimes." Namjoon rolled his eyes jokingly.

"I messaged her that I was sorry and we should have breakfast, no reply. I text about dinner an hour ago, and it's not even delivered."

"You're telling me this like you've never just welcomed yourself into her apartment a million and one times." Namjoon reminded him with a raised brow.

"I really have to fin.."

"GO!" Namjoon ordered his hyung. "Leader privileges," he defended quickly when he realised how abrupt he was while still pointing towards the studio door.

He didn't wait a second longer. Even leaving the studio in his slides, forgoing the Nike dunks by the door. Leaving Namjoon to save his work and sort all his equipment which he gladly did. He was worried about you too, more so because you meant so much to someone that meant equally as much to him. Thirteen years isn't easily forgotten, and you were there too.

He made it to your apartment twenty minutes later, letting himself in like it was his own home.

The sight he saw was enough to cause an ache, vice like grip on his heart.

Quickly making his way to be by your side.

With gentle calloused fingertips your best friend tilted your chin up, his smile was warm and inviting, but his eyes were filled with worry and sadness, even guilt for not noticing something was wrong sooner.

The pad of his thumb wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks, neither set of eyes straying from the others, you only briefly cut eye contact to blink away oncoming tears as they clouded your vision.

You weren’t there, not really. Yoongi knew better than to pressure you into talking, so he stayed silently knelt in front of you for a moment, his large hands engulfing your little ones before bringing them towards his lips for a quick peck before he took a seat beside you. He took you into his arms and kept you close until you stopped crying, not a care for the time that went by or the fact that his phone kept going off. It wasn't important, not right now.

“You're gonna be okay,” He talked softly, quiet as a mouse like he was afraid to startle you.

He repeated himself over and over, followed by 'i love you', 'you're safe with me" and every other sweet thing he’d ever told you. Your cries eventually turned into quiet hiccups to unsteady breaths and eventually a quiet calm, the room filled with nothing but your breaths and the noises from the street outside.

You stayed like that, in the comfort of his arms, in silence. An hour went by, maybe more.

He looked down at you, almost falling asleep from exhaustion, your entire face red and puffy from so much crying. All the overwhelming feelings all on your own, so intensely burst like a dam. He wasn't leaving your side, music would have to wait. For as long as you needed him, he was going to be there.

"Don't sleep, jagiya. Let me make you something to eat, alright? We'll get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. You can sleep after that."

You shook your head.

"Yes," Yoongi told you sternly, not too harsh, but he wasn't going to let you keep doing this to yourself, not on his watch. "I will chew it for you and spit it in your mouth like a mother bird, if i have too."

You scrunched up your face in disgust, causing Yoongi to chuckle softly.

"That's what I thought."

You didn't protest when Yoongi ushered you into your room, you didn't want to hurt him. He was getting you in the bath regardless. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you naked before, definitely not under the same circumstances, but it didn't faze him then, and it won't faze him now.

He went into the bathroom and starting filling the bath, picking your favourite bathbomb and dropping it into the bath, smiling to himself as it turned purple and a light lavender scent began to fill the air. He grabbed some towels and put them in the dryer to warm up for you before coming to help you out of your clothes.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Always," you replied in a coarse whisper.

He was careful, gentlemanly, checking your face for any sign you were uncomfortable. You were okay until he went to help you out of your tracksuit bottoms, he watches your hands clutch tighter to the bedsheet and the faint hitch in your breath.

"I'm sorry," you tell him before nodding in permission for him to take them off.

He took one look at your thighs before looking up at you, leaning up to press a light kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever apologise for how you feel, I just wish you'd told me it was getting this bad again."

He wrapped his arm around your body, helping you toward the bathroom and helped you step into the bath. He relaxed a little when he heard you hum as you lowered into the water.

"Is it hot enough?” he asked, watching for any discomfort.

“S’good.” you hum, tracing over the bubbles with the tips of your fingers. Yoongi watched on with a little smile before he sat himself on the edge of the bath, reaching for your favourite body wash and a soft sponge, opting for the soft option rather than a loofah.

He squeezed a drop of soap onto the sponge and scrunched it together in his hands until it was covered in vanilla scented suds.

“Tell me to stop if you want me too,” he told you, leaning forward to get a look at you when you didn't reply. You nod for him to go on, even though you were miles away. He could tell by your eyes, he decided to just get on with it. He moved gently around your back, air in the bathroom filled with it's vanilla scent, mixing with the lavender. It was even making him sleepy. He watched you close your eyes beginning to relax as he continued on.

Once he had you covered in bubbles he rinsed you off with a cup he had sitting near by in the water and began washing the bubbles off. He saw your back rise and fall with a deep breath, a yawn he came to realise. He glanced at your face and your eyes in a fight to stay open as you moved your hands up to your face slowly and rubbed at your eyes for a moment before dropping your hands back into the water. Yoongi smiled. You looked adorable, if he was honest.

He was equally as gentle when washing your hair, missing some of your routine but the goal was to get your freshened up and comfortable, not Miss Universe.

“You can lay back now if you want.” Yoongi offered, you sighed and slumped in the tub, body sinking into the bubbles.

"Why do you do this for me? You're always there." You finally spoke more than one word.

"Because even if everything else was to disappear, I know you'll always be there."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You are," he told you, leaning down to kiss your forehead again before he left for the kitchen to make you a quick snack, knowings it’s probably all you could stomach or be bothered to eat.

Crackers and a makeshift topping would have to do because it was all you had.

He brought everything you two would need for the night including the hot towels from the dryer to the bedroom before Yoongi helped you out of the bath, taking you into the bedroom wrapped up in the toasty towel to get you dried off and into some PJs.

“Which Pyjamas do you want?”

You pointed to him with a sweet, innocent smile.

“My top?” he chuckled. “Really?”

“Please?” and like clockwork you put on your best puppy dog eyes. Jungkook taught you well because Yoongi could never say no.

He rolled his eyes playfully and took off his shirt, pulling it over your head for you and smiled contently when he took a look at you. “You’re so adorable,” he smiled up at you before instructing you to sit between his legs with the hairbrush he had in hand.

You sat in front of him, lightly snacking away on the food he gave you when you sat down while he brushed through your hair, effortlessly putting it into two french braids. He’d watched you do it enough times and he was a quick learner, especially if it was taking up his cuddling time with you.

When you finished eating, Yoongi went to tidy up while you got yourself into bed. Half asleep when he came to join you, he switched off the light and climbed into bed with you.

Instantly cuddling into him with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?” he asked, cuddling you in close.

Yoongi presses play on his phone as you nod.

Somebody does love but I'm thinking ‘bout you.

He watched as you drift off to sleep, running his hands through your hair, softly singing along until his eyes fell heavy and he drifted off too.

Maybe one day he’d tell you the song is for you.

Authors Note: A huge thank you to @sopebubbles /@sopebubbles-replies for encouraging me to write this fic and proof reading, it's been a long time coming for her, you have no idea! also my bestie @lifeinakpopbubble who never thought she'd see this day.

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So this guy posted about how his wife "baby trapped" him, with baby trapped in quotes because he didn't know if it necessarily counted. He said she didn't do it to make him stay, just against his will

They've been together for 8 years, have 2 (5f and 2m) kids and when they talked about having kids, she wanted 2 but he wanted 1. They ended up having 2 because she insisted it was important for a child to have a sibling. After his son was born, OP didn't want to go through all the sleepiness nights and everything again. But when their son was a year old, his wife started mentioning having a 3rd child. I would laugh it off but finally she sat me down and said we have to have a third. I said no, we agreed on two, but she said she wanted four and three is the compromise. I refused and said I wanted one and we have two. She got angry and called me selfish for taking away her dream of wanting a big family.

Few days later, she apologized and they had sex. She was on birth control, he had a condom, so they did it. Then one day, she showed him the positive pregnancy test. When she saw his less than happy expression, she berated him for not being supportive, that he should be grateful, etc. So he apologized, hugged her and told her he was excited.

When she was asleep, I took the condoms out of the cupboard and ran them under water. Holes.

I nabbed her phone and saw she'd set a password. That was odd. Nevertheless, my wife has a terrible memory so I tried her birthday and it opened. Further up were texts with her best friend of my wife complaining how I wouldn't come around. Her best friend suggested "arrange an accident" with a winky face. My wife agreed and said she was going to come off of birth control. It went on for a little while, ending with my wife saying that yes, we were going to have a 3rd.

So he woke her up after that to question her about it. She started crying. Through tears she screamed I had no right to go through her phone and it's her choice whether or not she wants to take BC, the side-effects are bad and she was sick. She also brought up if I really didn't want a third kid, I should have had a vasectomy. She told me to go sleep on the couch, I laughed out loud and said no, I'm sleeping here, you're leaving. So while wailing she packed a bag and left to her parents. When she called the next day I told her I just need some time to myself. She said that's fine but I need to come around for our child. I told her I wasn't sure if it'd be "our child" and she cried more.

It's been two weeks since then. Governments recommended to stay at home and I knew staying home by myself while also working with two kids would not be ideal and she wanted to see our kids. So we're in the same house, she constantly keeps on stopping me and trying to get me excited for our kid and planning the nursery and names and how happy our kids will be to get a younger sibling. I've been ignoring her entirely.

A lot of the comments were in his favor so I was happy to see that. But there were also plenty of other comments that weren't as supportive, even downplaying the wife's actions.

There were a number of people who were against him divorcing her, questioning him why he wants to ruin his marriage and his family over this. I just can't get over that, how they're acting like he's in the wrong here. Would you want to stay with someone who crossed the line severely? Would you want to stay with someone you couldn't trust?

She ruined the marriage on her own. He's reacting how anyone can expect someone to react in that kind of situation. A lot of people were insisting he try to fix his marriage and stay for the kids so he doesn't break up the family but that is, in this case, the worst advice someone can give. I'm not sure there's any coming back from this. How could you trust someone like that again? How do you know she wouldn't do it again in the long run because she'd want a 4th baby?

Not to mention, it's a horrible thing to put the kids through. They're already, according to him in a comment, wondering why he isn't talking to their mother (sidenote: some people expressed disbelief that the kids would notice at that age. I haven't spent much time with super little kids like a 2 year old but 5 year old's can be surprisingly observant. Or the wife might have said something to them). If he were to stay and things worsen, like them fighting more often, that just hurts the kids. And it's not a good lesson for them when they get older. There are limits to keeping a relationship with someone.

And of course, his own mental health and happiness are important too.

What bothers me is the justifications people are pulling out in defense of his wife. They are severely downplaying her actions by saying she just wanted a baby, people aren't perfect, etc. Somebody even compared the situation to...rearranging a room.

And then you have others blaming him because he hasn't had a vasectomy yet. That isn't the point of this. If the wife hadn't done anything and he was complaining that she got pregnant, then I would find him more at fault. But what the wife has done is considered reproductive coercion, which is a form of intimate partner violence.

Sure there was a bit of a chance of pregnancy occurring, but she crossed the line in order to get what she wanted. She is at fault here for the pregnancy. And she should be held accountable for that. I've found conflicting information about whether she could face legal consequences, but at the very least we shouldn't be trying to make excuses for her or downplay it to make it sound like it's something innocent.

Because it definitely isn't

[dreamerrgirl]

Chenford + pregnancy scare post canon!

Hi lovely anon!

First, I would like to thank you for being the first person to request a prompt from me; I'm honored! I hope this gives you everything you wanted and more! 😊

Lucy wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been sitting there, perched on the edge of her tub, the solid pink line of the pregnancy test staring back at her.

Not pregnant.

As soon as Lucy had finally gathered the courage to look, a myriad of emotions had run through her so fast she could barely keep up. First came the predictable relief, her breath rushing out of her lungs in one solid exhale. When she had made her New Years resolutions a few months ago, an unexpected pregnancy had definitely not been one of her goals for the coming year.

Next, came the feeling of freedom; knowing her body was still entirely her own, and nothing was going to interfere with her trajectory at work for the foreseeable future. Watching Harper, then Nolan, and finally Tim moving up in the department over the last year had motivated her to start thinking hard about her own next steps in her career, and a baby would only complicate that by tenfold.

But then, much to Lucy's surprise, a third emotion had floated to the surface, one that stayed with her long after she'd thrown the test away and drove over to Tim's for dinner.

Disappointment, with a hint of sadness mixed in.

As she sat at Tim's kitchen island watching him cook them dinner, she couldn't stop picturing what he would look like with a baby, their baby, cradled in his arms. He would be an amazing father, and the idea of him being the father of her children made Lucy's heart ache so bad it hurt.

While they had only been dating for six months, Lucy had known from the moment he kissed her in the food truck parking lot that she was head over heels in love with him. Honestly, this was Tim Bradford she was talking about, how could she not be?

Their relationship was moving faster than any relationship Lucy had ever been in, but every time she thought she would be freaked out by their speedy progression, it actually ended up being the exact opposite. Everything with Tim just felt so right, like it had always been meant to be.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Blinking, Lucy was startled out of her reverie, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile as she regarded the shiny penny that was being held in front of her face, Tim's curious gaze blurry behind it.

Gently taking the coin from his grasp, Lucy turned it over in her hand, debating with herself on whether or not she should tell him. If it had been anyone else, Lucy wouldn't think twice to lie about it, but she and Tim had promised each other from the start that they'd always be honest with each other, even when it was hard or scary.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Lucy admitted, "I was just thinking about some, news, I got today."

"Is everything okay?" Tim immediately asked, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Lucy quickly reassured him, reaching out to cover his hand with her own. "It's just- I thought I might be pregnant; I'm a few days late, and my stomachs been a mess, but I wasn't sure if that's because I was a few days late, you know? So I decided to take a test before I came over, just to check."

Tim stopped breathing, his gaze locked on hers.

"It was negative," she continued gently, watching his face intently as he processed the news.

She swore she saw something like disappointment flash across his face before he schooled his features back into place, his hand squeezing hers.

"Well that's good news, right?"

Her heart rate starting to rise, Lucy said, "Yeah, it is, this wasn't something we were planning for."

"But?" he asked softly, picking up on her hesitation.

"But, I also feel a little sad about it, which I wasn't expecting."

Tim was quiet for a few moments, Lucy's anxiety continuing to rise. Maybe she had shared too much; been too honest.

But then Tim was giving her a small smile, his thumb gently rubbing over the top of her hand.

"I know what you mean," he said, his gaze soft.

"Really?" Lucy breathed, hope starting to weave its way into her heart.

"Really," he said, letting go of her hand to walk around to her side of the island, his strong arms wrapping around her as he hugged her to his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"You don't think we're going too fast?" Lucy murmured quietly, leaning back into his embrace.

Tim shrugged, his shoulders brushing the bottom of her ears. "I don't if you don't."

Craning her neck around, Lucy looked into his eyes, finding the love she was feeling reflected in his gaze.

"I don't," she answered softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her forehead.

"There's a few things I'd like to happen first before we throw a kid into the mix, but I also won't be mad if it happens before then."

"I don't think I will either," Lucy admitted, resting her head against his chest.

"Yeah?'

"Yeah."

"Well, while we're being honest with each other, I've had something I've been meaning to ask you."

Lucy spun around, his arms falling away from her body as she twisted the barstool to face him.

"Not that," he said with a chuckle, Lucy feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn't sure she was ready to hear that question, at least not yet.

"I uh, I heard you grumbling the other week about how your lease is almost up, and how rent is going up for your building next year. And I was thinking, seeing as how we've barely spent a night apart since we started dating, I was thinking maybe you and Tamara might wanna come stay here, with me."

"Like, move in with you?" Lucy asked, her eyes searching his face.

"Yeah, I know it seems fast, but-"

"Yes," Lucy interjected immediately, a smile breaking out over her face.

"Really?" he asked, the surprise and vulnerability in his voice making Lucy reach out and kiss him.

"Really," she mumbled against his lips, cupping his face in her hands. "I mean, I'll have to talk about it with Tamara, see how she feels, but for me, I've been getting tired of all the running back and forth between your place and mine; it'd be nice to have a place that's ours."

Tim pulled back slightly to stare at her, his expression happier than she'd ever seen it.

"I love you," he breathed, leaning in to give her a soft, slow kiss.

The moment their lips parted, Lucy couldn't wait to tell him, "I love you, too."

[waytooobsessedwithmcyt]

While writing a post I was struck with inspiration and I needed to write it, not going to be good because I'm writing this quickly and not proofreading

It's the part of the post about Cleo maybe not being able to remember the last games because it was an April fools episode

Scott saw as Gem fell, and he knew in that moment that Cleo would win, the watchers wouldn't let him win again. When the zombie bite took his life, he wasn't surprised.

Scott spawned into the holding cell of the watchers, he tried not to look at the other members, as it only hurt to see them looking confused. He made his way to the winners circle, where Grian, Scar, Pearl, and Martyn all sat.

"is Cleo going to be considered a winner?" Martyn was saying to Grian.

"I don't know, it was April fools, so I guess whether or not is up to the watchers."

"You are a watcher!" Pearl crossed her arms, she was clearly upset, and Scott probably guessed that it was about Gem not recognizing her.

Grian sat down on his chair, sighing, "I don't know, they don't tell me anything."

Cleo was walking around, seemingly as dazed as the non winners, but when their eyes landed on the winners, the cloud left her eyes and she ran to them.

Pearl and Scott instantly swept them up in a hug, "gaslight gatekeep girlboss is back!" Pearl cried.

"Yeah," Cleo still seemed a bit dazed.

"I'm being left out again," Martyn mumbled, "maybe we should give them some space? They just went through a traumatic experience."

Grian pushed his way out of the circle, "everybody away from Cleo, what do you remember?"

"The game? That's kind of it?"

"Ok, when you step through this metaphorical gate the memories of all the past series will come back, it can be a bit overwhelming, make sure you're ready." Scott could remember his win, only Grian had been there to welcome him, and Grian hadn't known how bad the memories could be, so he hadn't gotten a warning. It had only gotten worse as the seasons went on, Scar had handled it well, but Martyn had been the worst. He had broken down crying and apologized profusely to Pearl for leaving her, then begged Scott for forgiveness for killing him.

Cleo shrugged off Grian's warning, "I'll be fine." They stepped over the line into the circle, and gasped, squeezing their eyes tight. Scott pulled her into the sixth seat so she could sit. Cleo shakily opened her eyes after a few seconds and stared at Martyn.

Martyn studied her expression, but Scott couldn't read it at all.

"I'm- I'm really sorry for abandoning you Martyn," they reached a hand out to Martyn, which he took.

"I mean no hard feelings honestly, it was seasons ago," but his voice cracked in a way that clearly showed he was not over it.

"I think we're all a little sorry for double life," Grian cast a glance at Scar, who was looking down.

A new shape appeared in the sky.

"Cleo, you have been officially considered a winner, and the sky has spoken, Pluto has claimed you, and you have joined our ranks."

[fir-fireweed]

I'd like to apologize beforehand for such a personal message, feel free to delete it, but I couldn't understand why your story struck such a chord with me at first - until it hit me that I felt like a kid again.

I grew up in an environment where expressing yourself wasn't exactly welcome, eventually I just stopped talking (mostly); I won't get into much beyond that, but your story brought me back to when I discovered reading could be my solace. Where I found family, friends and love; that I could have thoughts, feelings and people beyond those at home and that they weren't unwelcome, even if they were only known to me.

I felt very comforted when reading your story and the characters' journeys. Now it's a mix of things, but ultimately happy I think. I've had bouts of nostalgia - or maybe just longing for simpler times - throughout life, of course, but I'm not sure if anything has ever taken me back quite like this. Maybe because I'm still trying to learn how to express and find myself too. Also, dare I say it kind of reminds me of when I first read Westerfeld's Uglies and The Secret Hour? I'd been thinking about revisiting them before happening upon the post of your IF and after reading it, I want to revisit my old friends even more.

I'm sorry if this message got a bit too uncomfortably personal, but I had to tell someone and it felt most appropriate for it to be you. Your story touched my heart and is one I will remember as fondly as my childhood reads; I hope it brings the same happiness and/or comfort to others. My thanks to you, your inspirations, and from what I've read on your blog so far, your sister.

I sat on this for a while, deciding whether or not to respond—not because I took any offense with this ask, quite the contrary, but because it is so deeply personal I felt bad sharing. But ultimately I felt the need to respond, and tell you how much this ask touched me.

On the one hand, I am so incredibly grateful that you shared your story with me, and I am humbled that my story resonated with you in such a way. That is truly the best compliment a writer can receive—that their story connected you to them. I cannot thank you enough. ❤️

On the other, I am sorry that you had to experience such a childhood. No one should be made to feel like their words aren’t good enough, that they’re worth less than another’s. By opening up to me it seems you’ve succeeded in expressing yourself, at least a little, at least I hope so, and I think you are very thoughtful and courageous for having done so.

I’ve heard mixed reviews on the Uglies series, and while I’ve not read them, I’ve been curious. I do enjoy dystopian reads, obviously, but I also desperately need it to be an uplifting read. I need that happy ending. That’s the balance I’ve tried to strike with Viatica, and I’m glad it brought you some comfort.

Thank you, THANK YOU, for telling me. And I speak for my sister as well when I say, you’ve touched our hearts, too! ❤️

[thedissociatives]

Heeeyyyy, I'm so so intrigued by your hockey posting. I'd love to know more about Fedorov, like what's the lore, what makes him special? Have a nice day/ night <333

good morning/afternoon/evening anon! since you asked so nicely i'll try my best but i do tend to forget everything i know when i have to actually explain it. there is a lot of lore tho so i'm not gonna go over all of it (mainly the bits that interest me the most + some other stuff). i guess what really makes him special (at least to me) is the fact that we don't get players like this anymore. and i'm not talking playing style here (the impact of euro hockey players of the 90s on the nhl today is still so obviously there). a lot of his early career was directly impacted by cold war politics, and since those circumstances haven't existed for a while now, we don't get this insane type of backstories and lore anymore. i should also make it clear that i'm a massive nerd who sat in classrooms for years learning abt soviet stuff which i think definitely has an impact on who My Guys are

seriously there is a lot under the cut so be warned because i did get carried away with myself A Lot (i literally wrote over 1k words on this. sorry in advance)

ok so. sergei started playing "pro" hockey in the soviet union in the mid 80s (i don't think this is the place to explain whether these players were pro or amateur so will leave it like that), first in minsk (only for a year) before being picked up by cska moscow- the central army team. these guys made up most of the national team, which can probably be explained by the fact that their head coach also coached the national team (god that's a bit of a mouthful, but incredibly relevant). he wasn't the only rookie on the team that season; another kid (i think they were both like 16 at the time ?) called alex mogilny had also just arrived in moscow. they would become good friends. sergei would play three seasons for cska before being called up for the national team- he was going to the 1989 world championship. alex would be there, too, having already played on the team before. naturally, the ussr won gold (as they did almost every year). but that doesn't mean everything was good with the players. not long too after the tournament, some of the older players would finally get permission to play in the nhl, but for the younger guys it was looking like they had no way of getting out any time soon. in the days between the end of the championship and the soviet team's flight home, mogilny apparently approached fedorov and asked him to go to america with him- sergei said no, worried about what would happen to his family. alex would go anyway, disappearing for a few days before popping up in buffalo ready to join the sabres. (this might seem irrelevant right now but it's actually really not- i'm getting there now)

that same summer, sergei would be drafted in the fourth round by detroit. this choice may or may not have been influenced by steve yzerman telling them sergei was better than him. after a bit of back and forth, they got him to defect after cska played a series of games in north america. it literally sounds like the type of shit they write in spy films it was fucking mental. this made him only the second soviet to defect in order to play in the nhl i'm pretty sure (defo the second in like 18 months- funnily enough it was his bestie who was the first one. what a coincidence), but they weren't the first two from the other side of the iron curtain to do that. might be wrong but i think that honour goes to the stastny brothers. anyway. when sergei got to detroit he wore 91 because he wanted to "be like stevie" or some insane shit like that. which i literally think about all the time. like seriously what was that about sergei.

okok can't not talk about the russian five so doing that now. since idk how much you know about hockey i'll do a better job on this bit. after sergei arrived in detroit, management must've figured they could get more russians. over the next couple of years they got vladimir konstantinov (who was drafted the same year as sergei) and slava kozlov to make the jump to the states. since i'm mainly talking about sergei i won't go into how they got those two but it's just as unbelievable as you'd expect. after the 1994-95 lockout, the wings traded for another russian- slava fetisov. if you ever want to learn about soviet hockey you'll hear a lot about this guy, and for good reason too. he won two olympic gold medals and seven world championships with the soviet union, and captained most of those teams. obviously adding a guy with that much experience winning was a smart choice imo, even if he hadn't won anything in the nhl yet. by now the wings had four russian players- why not add a fifth ? in 1994 the wings were embarrassed in the playoffs, losing to san jose. it just happened that sj happened to have two of the older soviets who had fought for the right to play in north america. one of them was igor larionov- probably the smartest guy to ever play hockey. it was his tactics (and refusal to change his style of play) that led to his team's success in the first round. and i guess detroit didn't ever want to deal with that again because they ended up trading for the guy in the first part of the 1995-96 season. the russian five first played together in calgary, where they played that style of soviet hockey that nhlers could never really wrap their heads around at the time. they walked all over the flames in their own building, and would continue to do the same to the rest of the league. the five would be a key part of the 1997 stanley cup-winning team, which was the first wings team to lift the cup in over forty years.

sergei stayed to win a few more cups, and then left the city. he signed w the ducks in anaheim, bleached his hair and moved out to california (i think we can all resonate with wanting to change our appearance and move thousands of miles away from where we've spent over a decade building out lives amiright). from what i can tell, this move was Not Liked by detroit's owners (honestly i can't see any other reason his number hasn't been retired there). he'd bounce around a couple more nhl teams before going back to russia to play on the same team as his brother, eventually retiring in 2012.

jumping to 2015, that year's hockey hall of fame inductees included sergei (and nick lidstrom, one of his detroit teammates and one of the best defencemen to every play the game). it was basically a 90s wings reunion. in sergei's induction speech, he did like everyone else and thanked a bunch of people who helped him out throughout his career. and, you know, it was all the expected stuff (hockey guys can be so predictable sometimes), but "to my captain, steve yzerman" still fucking gets me. it had been twelve years since he'd worn a wings jersey. my captain. i think you get my point but i'm gonna have to stop there because i can't carry on and be remotely normal about it.

oh and in 2021, after spending a few years bouncing around random jobs for the team, cska announced that fedorov would be taking over as head coach. he went back to the team where all this started. now i don't know how exactly he is with his team but i sure hope he learned enough from his days there as a player under tikhonov on exactly how not to treat your players. cska won back to back gagarin cups (the trophy awarded to the khl team who wins the playoffs) in sergei'd first two seasons behind the bench, and they're probably looking to make it a threepeat with the playoffs starting today (?)

[isaaaxqii]

cheer up ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ - geto

part 2 of the series - saving both me and you <3

summary : being a jujutsu sorcerer brought much attention to an individual. just as you found out that your ex used your title as a jujutsu sorcerer to become popular and cheats on you, geto was there by your side to comfort you, but most importantly, its because he loves you.

'' : fluff, can be read as a standalone

note : hii i know i said a day or 2 after posting part 1` but i was so busy and had to take some time to myself,, also part 1 wasn't doing well so i didn't know whether i should discontinue it but i felt a little bad if i dropped it being my first series that i made, so ill just finish it <3

< 2..55pm >

it was the afternoon after finishing another mission with geto, and the both of you were walking back to jujutsu high, hands cold from the milkshakes you both bought as a post-mission celebration.

it was 2 months after the break up with your ex, and although you missed him time to time, you had honestly never been better with geto by your side. he would take care of you, and stay by your side whenever you were having a breakdown, and you appreciated him for that. however, if you said that geto's actions didn't make you fall in love with him just the slightest bit, you would be lying.

"gojo, i have to ask you something."

geto sat himself across the chair which gojo was sitting on, playing a game on his phone.

"yeah, what is it?"

geto took a deep breath in, forming his words in his head before speaking.

"i like this girl, and i don't know what to do to make her like me."

gojo felt like geto had just dropped a bombshell on him. he stood up from his chair quickly, slamming his hands on the table, body leaning towards geto while he exclaimed,

"YOU LIKE A GIRL?? who's the mystery girl?? what do you need help with?? tell me tell me!"

with geto already knowing gojo's childishness to these situations, he had already expected the response. geto shushed him and told gojo to sit back down, in which he obeys obediently.

"i know i can trust you not to tell anyone when i say its y/n. i know she recently gone through a breakup, but she has improved a lot, and i hope that this can be my time to make a move. "

gojo listens attentively, nodding at everything geto said.

"well, isn't valentines day coming up soon? why not take her on a date then and confess?" gojo suggested, "give her a bouquet of chocolates ! i'm sure she'll love it."

geto shakes his head. although gojo's idea wasn't a bad one, he wasn't sure whether you liked him back, and wanted to know you more before he confessed.

" i can't just confess without doing anything to make her fall in love with me. your idea wasn't bad, but i just want to know her and make her like me before i confess." geto replied, his expressions showing an obvious thinking state.

"then...um... just help her in whatever she's doing! take her out on small hangouts, treat her to a few snacks, and make her feel loved !"

little did geto know....

you were hiding behind just one thin wall from them, heart fluttering upon hearing geto's confession and plans to make you fall in love with him.

what geto said was true. for the next few days leading up to valentines day, he had showered you with gifts and treats just like how he promised. you wanted to repay him somehow, but he always refused. you fell in love with him more and more, and you could see him fall harder too. he was your safe space, and you never wanted to leave him.

"y/n, are you free tomorrow?" geto asked, trying to hide his faint blush.

tomorrow was valentines day, and saying that you were excited was an understatement. you were more than excited, finally able to call him yours, and going on many dates with him. however, you had to hide your excitement until tomorrow, and replied casually,

"yeah, wanna hangout?"

--

you and geto sat at the balcony of a beautiful cafe, with many pants and flowers surrounding both of you.

"wow he has taste." you thought.

the both you were having a great time, and talked about everything. from missions, to past hangouts, to social lives. you didn't want to spend your time with anyone other than him, and hoped that he could stay by your side forever.

the both of you sat in a comforting silence for awhile, sipping your coffees and enjoying the view from the cafe's balcony. a while more, and geto broke the silence.

"these are for you. happy valentines day." geto pulled out a bouquet full of flowers and chocolates, just like how gojo suggested him to do so. his heart was beating fast from nervousness, and you could see his ears becoming red.

"you didn't have to ! you had treated me to many gifts already, and appreciate them. thank you so much."

"there's one more thing...."

it was coming. geto sat up straight, calming himself down before speaking,

"i like you a lot, y/n. even when you were missing your ex, even when you were smiling happily as we treat ourselves after missions. i like you a lot, and no one could change that. can i... be your boyfriend?"

both of your hearts knew that they wanted each other. it was just waiting for your answer.

"even when i may be slightly dramatic during certain situations?"

"yes." he replied with no hesitations.

"even if i told you i knew about your feelings and how you planned this whole thing out with gojo?"

geto's eyes widened. so you knew? was his first thought.

"you knew? why didn't you ask me about it? we could've been together earlier...."

seeing his slightly pouting face, you couldn't help but laugh from how cute he was. you leaned foward across the table and kissed his cheek, leaving him stunned.

"my cute boyfriend."

idk how to feel about this i didn't proof read but i hope it's okay help

part 1 ( part 2 can be read as a standalone honestly )

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

(he love me) he give me all his money I Part 4 [18+]

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Series Masterlist

summary: A brief interaction with a catfish on a sugar daddy website leads to something quite unexpected and suddenly you’re on the radar of genius tech billionaire Nathan Bateman, and honestly, you don’t mind the attention.

chapter warnings: descriptions of masturbation, reader finally calling Nathan Bateman daddy in a sexual setting, stuff like that.

a/n: dude idek.

also just a note about the texts in this fic

> Texts like these are from Nathan. [bold and italicized]

> texts like these are from you [italicized]

You had some idea of what to expect when you'd asked Bateman to watch you while you tried on the clothes he'd bought for you, but the whole night played out a little differently.

In a really good way.

After you'd asked him if he wanted to watch you, he'd moved to a different room, his bedroom, and sat propped up against the headboard of his bed as he watched you try on different outfits, and he didn't say anything when you moved out of your phone's view to change instead of getting butt-naked in front of him. Because as much as you would have liked to do just that, you wanted to make him wait. You wanted to take your time, rile him up a little.

You slipped into one of the midi dresses that were in the pile, one with lace-up ties and long slits along both sides. You'd abandoned your underwear a while ago (you weren't going to get naked for Bateman just yet, but that didn't mean you didn't want to tease him a little), so it was pretty revealing. You step back into your phone's view, the ring light behind it now switched on and shining on you.

"Well, what do you think?" you ask Nathan, twirling in place to give him a better look.

You'd already modeled quite a few outfits for him already, and he'd had mixed reactions, ranging from just humming and telling you you looked good (which meant he liked the outfit), to just groaning out curses and telling you how gorgeous you looked (which meant he loved it). The latter reaction was always targeted towards the more revealing outfits he'd gotten which made you think about whether or not you should maybe send him posts of lingerie for him to buy next.

"You should loosen up those ties for the slits," Nathan says before taking a long sip from his beer that he'd gotten at some point. "Give the people what they want."

You giggle. "And what is it that the people want?"

"To see more of your gorgeous legs."

Nathan's slurring his words a little, his head slumped against the edge of the headboard as he watches you. You stare right back at him as you slowly loosen the lace-up ties that hold the thigh-high slits close, watching his nostrils flare as you slide your hand up your thigh, your fingertips dipping slightly into the gap of the slits.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes-"

---

Nathan Bateman was a little drunk. He was also very hard. It was borderline painful.

He watched as you teased him through his phone screen, and he wished he'd had the foresight to do this video call on his laptop, or maybe he should've installed projector screens inside his bedroom (he'd installed disco lights and panels for fucks sake, but not a projector screen, not a large TV-) because watching you on the tiny phone screen wasn't enough. He needed to see you in 4K on a giant flat screen so he'd be able to see every inch of you with perfect clarity.

Or maybe he just needed to see you in person, that'd be even better.

He'd watched you try on some crop tops and cute pants and skirts and tight little dresses, each outfit getting increasingly revealing, and all he wanted to do was tear those clothes off of you and have his way with you.

He watched as you trailed your fingers up and down your thigh, and he's pretty fucking sure you have no idea how much of an effect you have on him right now, your body a mix of soft curves and sharp lines that had him gripping his phone tight and clenching his other hand in his sheets, fighting back the urge to just shove his hand down his pants and jerk himself off to the sight of you in that dress, silky smooth and thin, your hard nipples prominent against the fabric, and the high slits on both sides, showing off your legs and a little bit of your hips, and if you just moved your hand, just a little bit he could-

"I'm going to try on the last dress for tonight, gonna show the rest to you slowly in batches to keep you interested," you chuckle, and Nathan takes a deep breath to try and calm down. This was embarrassing, him losing his mind like this. It was probably the alcohol.

He looks at you humming as you move out of frame and he takes a moment to reach down and squeeze his balls for some sort of relief.

Nathan wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd thought of fucking you. You were beautiful and he was a healthy man with quite a big sexual appetite and a good set of eyes. When you first appeared on his radar, he had merely acknowledged that you were pretty, and you were funny, but eventually, as he got to know you, he found himself stalking your socials, unable to stop himself from going through your pictures, and it wasn't long before he'd become obsessed with you, wanting to get close to you, make you his.

And yeah, he'd definitely jerked himself of to pictures of you. His favorite one was of you laying in bed with a cigarette in your mouth and a lighter in your hand, wearing just a tight little crop top and underwear. He imagines sliding into the bed with you, sharing the cigarette in between deep kisses while roughly grabbing at each other. He imagines running his hands all over your body, imagines what sounds you might make, what your skin might feel like, what it might taste like.

He imagines eating you out until all you can do is cry and squirm under him.

Nathan is so lost in his fantasies that he doesn't notice you're back in frame until you clear your throat, and the sight that greets him has him quickly shoving his hand into his sweatpants and squeezing his erection to keep from cumming.

"Fuck- kitten," he groans out, but that's all he says; he doesn't know what to say when he's got a gorgeous woman like you to look at, doesn't even know if he can form coherent speech anymore.

He really wishes he could reach through the screen and pull you towards him.

---

You'd really meant it when you'd told him you'd be trying on the last dress for tonight, but just as you'd moved out of view to change into the last dress, your eyes flicked back to your phone when you saw a slight movement on screen.

Nathan Bateman had very clearly moved his free hand downwards , and you watched as his arm muscles flexed a little and his head dropped back to the edge of the headboard, baring his throat.

You wish you could just reach out to him and touch him, have him touch you.

You really did plan to wear another dress to show him, but seeing him like this just made you want to tease him even more. You mind goes back to this morning, and you want to try something, something that could possibly change everything about your relationship with Nathan.

You walk back towards your phone in nothing but your underwear with your arms crossed over your bare breasts, covering them as much as you could. You sit on the edge of your bed with one leg crossed over the other, wondering if you could actually pull this off.

You watch Nathan on your screen and he's still looking up at the ceiling, his free hand now absentmindedly rubbing at his shoulder under his tank top. He seems lost in his thoughts, so you clear your throat to get his attention.

His reaction to seeing you sends tingles up your spine.

You hear a sharp inhale. "Fuck- kitten," he says, with a hungry look in his eyes.

You try not to react when you see his hand move back down. Is he hard? Is he palming at his erection? Maybe he's stroking himself? You wonder what his dick might look like (you bet he's big, thick even), you wonder what it might feel like in your hands, what it might taste like...

"Wanted to do something nice for you. For all the money and the gifts." You weren't lying. You wanted to show him how much you liked his attention, and he was clearly into it, into you.

Nathan curses, and it seems like he's given up on controlling himself because you can clearly tell he's jerking off now, and the visual confirmation of his attraction to you is exhilarating. Your own arousal is evident when you squeeze your thighs together, feeling a wet stickiness in your underwear.

"Spread your legs for me baby," Nathan groans out, and fuck, if he spoke to you like that? You'd do anything for the man.

You slowly spread your legs wide, keeping your toes planted on the soft carpet under your bed, one hand snaking down your body to splay over your stomach while the other stayed close to your chest, arm still covering you. Your pussy throbs, clenching rhythmically around nothing.

You slowly dip your fingers into the waistband of your underwear, legs shaking in anticipation. On your phone, you hear rustling as Nathan repositions himself in his bed. He props his phone up against something before making quick work taking off his tank top and laying back down, half propped up against some pillows. You only see his upper body like this, all toned muscles, gleaming in the dim light of his bedroom. One of his arms lays relaxed beside him while the other flexes ever so slightly, moving up and down, up and down, and you wish you could see his hand that was definitely stroking his dick, slow and steady from the looks of it, but the way his phone was angled, it had effectively cut off his lower half from the camera's view.

"Nathan," you whimper quietly as you lightly swirl your fingers over your clit through your underwear, feeling it stiffen. You were getting wetter by the second, fabric sticking to you as you rub slow circles against the seam of your cunt through your underwear.

"Yeah, that's it baby, keep going," Nathan whispers, and his arm is moving a little faster now, you can almost hear a faint wet sound from his end of the call. His voice had your own hand moving faster, applying more pressure against your clit. You let out a whine, the sensation of more wetness gushing out of you and staining your underwear making your toes curl.

"Fuck- I want to cum so bad- Nathan, please-" you cry out, hips bucking forward, barely able to stay upright. You don't know how you managed to keep your arm tight against your breasts still, covering them, and for what?

Right, you had a plan. You had to stick to the plan.

What was the plan again?

Nathan lets out a guttural moan, and the sound of his hand against his cock gets louder, stroking like his life depended on it. "Yeah? I'm close too," he said through harsh pants. "C'mon, want to see you make a mess kitten."

It's hard not to lose yourself to this moment, to just let him take over and talk you through your impending orgasm, but you want to see him lose control, and you might have an idea on how to get him there faster, so you slowly move your fingers away from where they'd been rubbing against your clit, ignoring the way your pussy clenches, ignoring the increasing need for release.

You breathe in slowly. "I want to be good for you...," you whisper, fingers moving to peel your sticky underwear away from your wet lips and push them to the side, finally showing Nathan how fucking bad you wanted him. "I'd be so good for you daddy."

It gets quiet for a bit, the only sounds you hear are from the blood pounding in your ears as you easily slipped two fingers into your sopping cunt,and the obscene wet sounds that echo around you as you pump those fingers in and out, and it's all so loud in your ears you almost miss the sound of Nathan's voice, smooth and low.

"I know you would be baby."

Your eyes flutter close as you throw your head back, letting out a choked out moan as his words wash over you. Your fingers move faster inside you, and your mind is torn between wanting to chase your orgasm and watching Nathan. You can make out some of the words he's saying, the praises that come through your phone speaker, ones you wished were whispered in your ears instead.

"Look at you, so fucking pretty- fucking hell- such a good girl for me, you're gonna cum aren't you? Yeah, that's it."

You pump your fingers inside you, hurtling towards the edge. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes and you grit your teeth, the muscles in your legs spasming as you continue to finger yourself.

"Daddy-" you whine, and you can hear how needy you sound, and god, this is so new for you, all of this is. Nathan Bateman, his attention on you, his desire for you, your ever-growing desire for him.

"Cum for me, kitten, cum for daddy-"

That does it.

"Oh fuck-" you cry out, and the arm that had been wrapped around you falls back, your hand now planted behind you to support you from the force of the orgasm that was ripping through you, making your hips buck wildly as your pussy clenched around your fingers. You repeat Nathan's name like a mantra, over and over, your vision whiting out and you're certain you have some sort of out-of-body experience because you've never come this hard from just your fingers alone.

It takes some time for you to come down from your high, but you eventually flop backwards onto your bed, your fingers still inside you. You hear harsh breathing from your phone, and you assume Nathan was also winding down from his own orgasm, and you only get a little upset that you hadn't been able to watch him as he came.

The two of you lay motionless in your respective beds, minds buzzing and chests heaving as you bask in the afterglow of your shared orgasm.

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Post-nut clarity comes crashing down an hour later, after you mumble out a rushed goodbye and hang up on Nathan hurriedly, not even bothering to wait for him to respond.

You lay in bed, feeling the sweat on your body cooling, and you should take a shower soon but you can't move, can't even feel your legs.

You'd called Nathan daddy while fucking yourself on your fingers. While he watched. And you'd liked it.

Nathan had liked it too, for sure. You'd caught a glimpse of his body before you'd hung up on him, you'd seen the result of his orgasm, spurts of thick cum all over his stomach.

You turn to your side and curl up into fetal position, squeezing your eyes shut as you take in labored breaths. Your phone pings, and you know it's Nathan, but you're too embarrassed to even think about him right now.

Times like this, the best solution was to keep your mind busy with something else, so you carefully get out of bed to take a nice cold shower before getting to work on organizing your closet. You had a bunch of new clothes to put away. You take your time to carefully hang up the dresses, taking extra care with folding them up instead of just hanging them up by the sleeves to avoid any stretching. And once you're done with that, you go about cleaning your entire apartment, cleaning every single nook and cranny, all while ignoring the incessant ringing and beeping of your phone.

Eventually though, when there's nothing left to do, curiosity gets the better of you and you end up going through your phone, and indeed, there's a couple of missed calls and texts from Nathan, asking you if you were okay, asking why you hung up all of a sudden.

> Embarrassed about calling me daddy?

> You don't have to be, you know.

And that's the thing, isn't it? You knew you didn't have to be, and it's not like Nathan had hated it either, in fact he'd encouraged it if you remember correctly. Still doesn't make you feel any less self-conscious about it. Jokingly calling someone daddy on the internet was different from literally screaming it while fingering yourself to the sound of their voice while they watched.

Your phone pings again.

> Talk to me sweetheart.

> i can't believe i did that

> Honestly, it did surprise me a little.

> Did you like it? Calling me daddy?

You bite your thumb as you stare at the text, wondering if you should just lie and say you were joking around. He would most probably see right through you, so maybe not.

> ...yes

> You want me to be your daddy sweetheart?

> fuck

>Answer the question.

> ohfuvk

> um, yes. yes i want it. fuck

> Good girl.

You've received $10,000.00 from Nathan Bateman

"Daddy's got you."

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i'm gonna be honest, i didn't even plan for this chapter to play out the way it did, just like reader had no idea lol . let me know what y'all think, i love reading ur reactions

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Small Chances

♫ Mikage Reo x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read

♫ Extras: Word count 1k+

♫ In which you misunderstand Reo actions, and he understands yours

She sat in her parking lot waiting for her date to pick her up. Time passed and {Y/n} was still sitting in her parking lot. She looked at her phone seeing the time 19:43 and there was no sign of Reo showing up.

She took a deep sigh heading inside giving up on Reo. She plugged her phone in deciding not to text Reo why he didn't show up. She thought if she did she was be more disappointed than already.

{Y/n} lays down on her bed facing the ceiling watching the fan rotate around. Salty tears filled her eyes as they slowly fell down her cheeks.

{Y/n} was so excited when Reo told her he would take her out on a little date. But when he never showed up, her heart just sharted like a piece of glass being shot.

Soon she was able to fall asleep letting all the thoughts slowly leave her mind about Reo.

The following morning when she woke up her eyes were a little puffy. {Y/n} placed some ice around her eyes to help with the puffiness. The female walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

While she was eating {Y/n} debated on whether to go to school and there was a high chance of seeing Reo and getting embarrassed. And obviously, if she didn't then there would be no embarrassment. Which she would do.

She also didn't want to ruin her perfect streak of showing up every day because of a guy that would obviously shoot her down. After she was done eating breakfast she got her things and was ready to head off to school whether she may cry or not!

At first, the day went on normally, {Y/n} talked with her friends her classes went on smoothly. But around lunch is when things started to go downhill.

"How was your date with Reo?" One of her friends asked while posting silverware to the female she was talking to.

{Y/n} took a deep gulp not sure how to answer. Her friends were protective of her and always wanted what was best, and what would happen if they found out about the most popular guy and the school stood her up?

"It was ok," {Y/n} answers smiling guiltily hoping no one would notice she was living straight through her teeth.

"You're lying aren't you?" The friend asked sigh seeing straight through the words.

The [h/c]-haired sheepish smiled rubbing the nape of her neck. "Maybe he didn't show up and I sat on my parking lot for about two to three hours last night."

The friend sigh as she got up from the table, "Well then... wonder if the popular guy has ever had a fist cross his face."

{Y/n} quickly jumped out of her chair going to stop her friend, "It's not that serious. I mean in all honesty I should have known Reo wasn't going to show up in the first place. I mean look at me..." She motioned to herself knowing no one would ever go out with her.

"Then look at him..." She motioned over to Reo who looks where beyond compare. "He's just too popular and handsome for me."

{Y/n} felt her hand move and it wasn't her own doing. When she looked over to see who had done it the most popular purple-haired male was standing right beside her.

The friend took {Y/n} back as she stood before Reo. "So you stood up my friend on a date, huh. The most popular couldn't do a smile task such as telling the female you hated her."

Meanwhile, Reo stood there dumbfounded at what the girl was saying. He looked over her shoulder to see {Y/n}, he saw a small tear roll down the side of her face. Reo tried to talk to the [h/c]-haired female but the friend left to no avail.

"She doesn't want to talk to you buddy. Go away and talk to one of those other girlfriends you have."

"Please, just go away Reo." {Y/n} muttered facing the other way covering her face that he assumed would have dried up tears.

Though he did listen and walked away from the table sitting back on his own. If only the friend wasn't there then the male could say what he really wanted to say.

Reo knows where you were coming from, he didn't show up last night at all and that was indeed his fault and what made it worse was he couldn't explain himself further.

The rest of the day he tried to take to {Y/n} but he couldn't find the right time. He definitely didn't want to text it to her because that would make things worse than need be.

Reo was pacing back and forth in his room deciding whether to show up and her house and tell her what was going on or decide to meet with him somewhere.

...

{Y/n} heard loud honking outside. She opens her curtain and was met with Reo who was holding a Bouquet of flowers. She rushes downstairs putting on some nicer clothes and shoes before meeting again face to face with Reo.

"Why are you here, Reo? Aren't you supposed to be with another girl? I mean I completely understand, I'm not pretty at all, and not any of the other guys want me so there is no need to feel bad if you deny me too. It's happened many more times than you can think." As she was rambling on Reo stopped her from sprouting any more nonsense.

"No, you've got it all wrong. I love you, {Y/n}. Actually, I've liked you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Your smile that lights up even the darkest of nights, your eyes so delicate I can see your soul. Even your soul, so delicate from being broken so many times by guys that never deserve to even look in your direction. Most important your sweet and caring personality that moves people to strive and do better. I don't just like you, {Y/n}. I love and adore you, {Y/n}."

While he was talking tears start to fill the female's eye. Once Reo was finished with his speech the female took the bouquet from his hands and grabbed him for a hug.

"Then why did you not show up yesterday?" She asks breaking away.

"I was so excited for the date that I lost track of time setting up everything, by the time I was finished it was already the next day and when I showed up to your house, you were no longer there." He bawled his fist hoping she would believe him, he wasn't telling a lie but his statement could be a little hard to believe. "I didn't text you either because I didn't want to disrupt your sleep.

A small smile cracked on her lips. She put the flowers aside and gave Reo a kiss on the cheek, "All in forgiven. Now please can we go on the proper date."

He wraps his arms around her walking her to the vehicle, "I would be deleted to take you. I know you'll love it."

I wrote this late, or finish it late. I was on a roll baby my fingers were on fire. (reblogs are welcome! Request are open)

[chevelleneech]

This ask isn't meant to downplay jikook enlisting together or anything, I just wanted to share some info given your last post.

To enlist in the companion system, you have to be between the ages of 18-28. This means that by the time the enlisted, only the youngest 3 of bts were eligible. This is just to say that we can't really say whether the other members would have wanted to use this system as it wasn't available to them.

Yes, only two people can apply to go with each other. For bts, that means that only two of the three eligible for the companion system would be able to even apply because you have write down the other person's recruitment number (i.e. you can't make multiple applications and hope you just get one of them, it would disqualify you).

You only have to prove a close relationship with your companion, either friend or relative. You don't need to give a specified reason, like health issues for example, to have a companion. I think the companionship system is actually quite common, just not seen as much among celebrities/idols. Most regular men enter the military quite young, either right out of high school or right out of college, so going with a friend isn't unusual or weird.

All of this to say, I'm not negating the possibility of there being something romantic between jikook, just wanted to demystify some of the ideas about the companion system. After watcher watching the bts enlistment vlog, regardless of romantic relations, I do think jimin and jungkook looked the most wary of enlisting and like they needed the emotional support the most compared to the other members, especially out of the three of them that were eligible to use the companion system.

Hi, anon! I appreciate your message, and appreciate you stating you don’t aim to downplay JM and JK’s choice, but I don’t think you understood what I said in some parts. Mainly the points you brought up, which I acknowledged in my post.

Regarding 1 and 2, I said: “They would have only had to spend 18 months apart, yet they sat down and made the decision to do this together, knowing the older members did not have the option and that Tae would be left unable to apply with either of them once they applied.” — I said that, because I am aware that the older members didn’t have the option, even if they wanted to do it. As well, again, once they chose to apply together, Tae would be excluded.

Earlier in my post, I also said this: “Meaning, having multiple applications seems like a sure fire way of being denied, because you’re no longer asking for a specific person to not do it alone with, but for anyone to help you…” — So, again, while I may not know the deeper details, I am already aware of what is/was unlikely for them.

As for your third point, while I perhaps didn’t word myself in a definitive way, I also brought this up here: “From how I understand it, applicants have to apply at a certain time and with full paperwork as to why they and their buddy should be allowed to enlist together.” — I wasn’t insinuating they’d have to prove mental or physical reasons why they needed a buddy, just that there needed to be time for the paperwork to go through, and the paperwork was required to essentially plead their case, aka prove they’re actually friends and not random people linking up.

So yeah, I don’t want to come across as combative, but you aren’t exactly demystifying anything regarding my post. We’ve said the same things, with the exception that I believe, even while not knowing the extent of their relationship, them enlisting due to potentially being romantically involved makes a lot of sense. I’m not saying they are for certain, just that when looked at from an outside perspective, imo, it makes just as much sense as them simply being the closest two in the group.

As for them possibly just needing that extra support, I also said that. However, at the same time, I don’t think it’s fair to assess their mental health as being more serious than Tae’s. For example, he may have also needed extra support, but JM and JK might have already chosen to apply for the buddy system. So he might not have looked as reserved, because he had no choice but to come across as at the very least, ready to face the inevitable. That’s just an example of course, but I say it, because the idea that Jimin and Jungkook were visibly more bothered, is purely our interpretation of their behavior. Which is fine, but it can’t exactly be an answer, you know? Which is why I also said my curiosity requires releasing fan theories, because we can theorize all day, but that’s not really what I wanted to talk about.

Because if I go there about their mental health, I’d have to also acknowledge how Jimin and JK didn’t seem any more reluctant than Namjoon; who spent months leading up to his enlistment making it clear he was unhappy about it. Who has, since going in, made it clear he is unhappy and fearful of what his future will look like once discharged. So because Jikook haven’t given us any reason to think they are more in need of partnership than Joon, we can’t exactly use that as the most likely reason they chose the buddy program. It’s a sensible theory, and I do think it is valid, but again, it’s not exactly what I was talking about.

My post was purely based on the curiosity of how they came to such a serious decision, because it is serious, for them. Yes, many men go in after high school, but they didn’t. They didn’t jump into service with a friend, they went in a decade later with coworkers. Are BTS best friends? Absolutely, but the only display of “enlisting with a friend”, was Namjoon and Tae, but even they didn’t aim for similar placements as far as we know. And yes, it may be common to use the buddy program, but for a group with a third member who was also eligible, the two of them still chose to apply to go with each other specifically.

So again, I’m not making a statement on their bonds with the other members or insinuating they are romantically involved for sure. I’m just forever intrigued that they likely looked at the fact that one of them enlisting with Tae was an option and that them going by themselves was an option, yet ultimately deciding neither was what they wanted. What they wanted was to do this together, and the “why” of that interests me, regardless of the fact that it’s not something I expect an answer to.

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🌷April tmnt all 4 1 challenge🌹

As always, this was hosted by the lovelies: @thelaundrybitch @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83

Prompt: “What are you doing in my bed?”

2007 turtle of choice x reader

reader is implied as female

Sorry this took so long, been busy with work and other stuff. If theres any mistakes dont mind them please. Hope you all enjoy this~

Listened to this for inspiration 🌸

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He'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of what April and Casey had. A relationship, one that bloomed from friendship into something more. He wanted that, too. Because of him being a mutant turtle, he figured he was destined to be alone forever and live in the shadows like the ninja he was. Besides, Y/N didn't feel the same towards him at his advances; that was evident enough. Anytime he tried to get close to her, she looked like she was uncomfortable. He quit trying after that. But that didn't stop his feelings for her, and each longing was like a knife in his chest.

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You didn't mean to fall for him. You were crushing real hard on the hero in the half shell. His eyes always made your heart skip a beat whether it him looking at you or the other way around. There was just something about him that made you always think about him since you two became friends. (He hid in the shadows outside your window, not wanting to scare you with his appearance until you wanted to see him after some time.)

You wanted to tell him how you actually felt. You noticed how he was staring at you and wanting to spend more time with you. There was a time when he tried to kiss you but you got so flustered he thought you didn't want him to do that. You did want to kiss him, but .... Love was just confusing. You entered the lair to see everyone but the turtle you wanted to see.

"Hey, where's (Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey)?"

"He went out. He probably wont be back until really late."

"Oh..."

You decided to wait in his room. Surely, his brothers or Splinter will tell him that you were looking for him. Opening his door you stepped into his room. You've been inside a time or two, but you still felt like you were invading his space.

You sat on his bed and wondered what you should do. It was going to be a while yet before he came back. You pulled out your phone and started browsing through your messages. You thought of texting him but then figured that probably would not be the best idea. If he was spying on the Foot, Karai, or any of the other dangerous criminals in New York, he had to be vigilant.

You instead pulled out your mp3 player and turned on some music. You were lost in your thoughts until your eyes felt heavy. It was way past midnight. You fought sleep as long as you could until your eyes closed and you drifted to sleep.

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It was still dark out when he came back in. Everyone was already in bed. He yawned and stretched his stiff muscles, ready to hit the sack. He opened the door to his room... and saw Y/N laying on his bed. He was so surprised he asked without thinking,"What are you doing in my bed?"

You woke up to his voice (your mp3 player battery died and needed to be charged). You quickly sat up straight, your heart pounding in your chest. "I, I uhm..." you tried to speak. "I wanted to see you..." Maybe this could've waited till tomorrow....?

He sighed then apologized. "Sorry for waking you, its just... i wasnt expecting you... to be here..." If turtles could blush, he would be right now.

"Look... I'm sorry if it seems like I'm.. avoiding you....I'm not. I just needed to sort things out."

"No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you into it. I know now..." He had asked Casey about some relationship advice, even told him about his crush on you. He hoped everything would go right, but... maybe you just wanted to be friends, he had figured. "If you wanna stay just friends, I'm okay with that..."

You saw the look on his face, like he was trying to hide behind a smile. You then stood up and approached him. It was now or never; you was going to tell him how you really felt about him while you had the nerve. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. It was just so... sudden, you know? We'll always be friends, never doubt that."

You gave a pause. "But I've been having these warm, fuzzy feelings whenever you come around. And... I've been wanting to tell you that... I like you... a lot. I want to go out with you, even if we just stay here in the sewers or whatever." You gingerly took his hand, gripping it with tenderness. "I wasn't ready then, but I'm ready to give us a chance. We won't know if it'll work out if we don't try."

Was this really happening? Did you just agree to go out with him? He wasn't dreaming this, right? His mind had questions bouncing around. But they stopped as soon as he gripped your hand, holding it in his.

"Do you really mean it?" His eyes sparkled with hope.

You smiled back at him, blushing and softly giggled. "Yes, I mean it."

He smiled and gave a sweet kiss on your blushed cheek. He touched your forehead with his. You've made him the happiest turtle in the world. "If it's alright with you, we can get comfy in my bed. I can hold you till you can go back to sleep."

"Sure thing."

He held you in his arms and watched with tired eyes as you quickly drifted to sleep. Sleep soon took hold of him, too, and he joined you in slumber with a small smile on his face.

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Return to Recipient - A Ranma 1/2 fanfic

Summary:

Ranma hasn't been feeling right for as long as he can remember, and he just figured that's normal. But after Jusenkyo, and especially after Jusendo, the feeling of "wrongness" has been getting more and more noticeable... ...because he doesn't feel it in his cursed form. He continues to just cope, keeping his struggle to himself, until he finds a letter tucked into his old travel pack addressed to him, written by him, from a 48 hour period that he doesn't remember and nobody will talk to him about.

Notes:

During the writing of 🔞 And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask 🔞, I realized I was speed-running Ranma's egg-to-hatched trans journey and made an author's note of that. In the comments for that work, I got a note bemoaning the fact that I didn't spend more time on Ranma's realization, coming out, and social transition as a woman while understanding my reasoning. I replied stating that I needed a good hook, something that hadn't been hammered to death by other authors, and at the time I didn't have anything. I really got it in my head that I should do something, so I posted to Tumblr and started putting it out to the universe that I was Poly Transwoman Author Seeking Story Inspiration and Motivation, in Open Relationship with current WIPs. I was scrolling through the "Ranma 1/2" tag this morning trying to find something I hadn't read when I bumped into Dear Diary by JaquiK. I've read it, of course, and it's short and, for what it sets out to do, good. "Feels like it needs more," says I, "Wish the author would continue it, make something more of it than they did." The little author that lives in my head rent free and looks remarkably like Ranma-chan ran up behind me and socked me in the back of my head, "Dummy! There's your plot hook!" Then she backed a dump truck up and dropped about 3/4 of a story's worth of ideas on me. With the 2023 holidays in full swing (it's Cyber Monday as I type this) I'm not sure how quickly I'll get to outlining this or getting chapters 2-5 out (my personal metric for whether the author is serious about a work is if they have 5 chapters out. This has been a solid rule of thumb for long-form fiction and hasn't failed me regardless of fandom), but I wanted to get at least chapter 1 out as quickly as possible. Tags will be added as I add more chapters, mostly because my writing process means I'm not sure what tags will apply until I'm writing something that necessitates them. 😋 I hope you enjoy it.

Preview below the cut

He had opened it and read the letter. Halfway through he realized he was shaking and that was when he'd vacated to the roof. He finished reading it fairly quickly, read it again, and then again. He was sure it was a fake of some sort at first, but it was like there was a voice in the back of his head telling him it was the genuine article. Not a 'voice,' per se, but like he could hear it in his girl-form's voice as he read it, like a memory of her reading it to herself after she'd written it to make sure it made sense. After, he'd sat there for nearly half an hour, watching as the sky turned deeper blue in anticipation of the sunset. Sighing for reasons he couldn't articulate yet, he looked at the top of the paper, noting the date again. It'd been written months earlier, on a day that was a big gap in Ranma's memory. This wasn't unusual for him, of course, his memory was notoriously spotty. This particular gap stood out, however, because he hadn't been able to tease the memory out no matter how he worked it, and everyone in the house behaved...weird whenever he asked about it. That more than anything told him that whatever had happened was significant enough the be memorable...about a time he had no memory.

He read the letter again,

Dear Ranma Saotome, I hope quite sincerely that you never find this letter, that you won't ever need to find it because you won't have come back. That sounds awful, but if you're back, then that means that I'm gone. I woke up this morning, and for once in my life I felt right. I didn't realize until it'd been explained to me by Akane that I didn't belong. I'm somehow in your body, awake and alive and able to be just me, and all thanks to Jusenkyo. And, apparently, a smack on the head with a pan. I love Akane, but she has such a temper. And I do feel ALIVE. I have your memories, but they're so...cloudy, so dark and hazy. When I make myself remember them, it's like a layer of shadow and pain is over all of them. It hurt so much to be you that I can understand why you hid away and I came out. Your body makes me feel wrong.  I don't know what it means, how it happened or why I'm here. I think maybe a doctor might be able to help, but then we'd have to explain about the...'curse.' I don't like calling it a curse, that would mean it was bad. For me, it's not. It's wonderful and beautiful and it means I get to exist in a body that doesn't make me feel like I'm wrong. Uncle Tendo splashed me with hot water and turned me into a boy, and it was horrible. I wanted to climb out of my skin to make the wrongness stop. Don't get me wrong, I understand that you're quite handsome, in another world I could probably see you and consider you a fine catch, maybe even try to make you my husband somehow. But to be wearing your body felt like looking down and seeing a

At this point there were several attempts to write a kanji, each attempt being scratched out with the pen. Finally, the writer of the letter managed to put down what they were trying to say;

cat and not being able to get away from it. Being a boy felt horrible and wrong. You're welcome to it, I never could. In case I haven't made it clear, I'm a woman. Well, I suppose I'm still a girl, but I'm growing up to be a woman and I have dreams of being like big sis Kasumi and keeping a nice house and getting flowers, maybe planting a garden. I want to be married, but I guess I haven't grown up enough yet, because I don't think I like boys yet. I keep imagining a future where I'm married and being a housewife, but all I can see as a 'husband' is Akane. Isn't that silly? She's a tomboy, but she's not that much of a boy! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o In case you do read this letter, take care of Akane. She took good care of me today, even though it was very obvious she missed you terribly. I'm writing this in our room as I'm trying to sleep, hoping that it will help with my racing thoughts and the feeling of loneliness; father is refusing to sleep in the room, he considers me disgraceful. I find without someone else around I cannot sleep. I imagine that's because, from what I remember, that's the only life you've ever known, and technically you and I are the same person. If you are reading this, then I'm gone. Please find a way to stop that awful pain you carry with you. I experienced it for only a few hours, you've had it for your entire life. As strong as you are, as much of a martial artist as everyone says, I can only imagine that much pain will break you someday. Love, Ranma Saotome

Pain... thought Ranma. She called it pain.

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[midnight--rainn]

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pairing: elliot x sunshine

summary:

"I'm whispering your name like I'm taking a vow, I need you when my heart rate races and pounds. I wish that I was somewhere I was safe and sound."

or

after elliot finally gets to sunshine, they think they're out of the woods. until brachium appears, with a solemn look on his face.

the balance has not been restored.

an: im bored and wanted to start posting fics on here so here you go! you can also find it on a03 under the username @midnight_rainn

"El?" Sunshine calls weakly, still trapped in their own hell that took the form of a car. They were trapped- had been since Blake pulled them into this hellscape. Sunshine was losing hope- very quickly. That was, until, an unexpected guest arrived.

A person, someone Sunshine didn't recognize. When they called Blake's name, however, they realized who they were. The horrified look on his face and theirs said it all. Blake had let Sunshine have a moment of reprieve to speak to the person, his lover, but soon, it turned into a screaming match. The person had tried to help Sunshine, to convince Blake that his actions were wrong, and if he let them go they could just go home together.

But, Blake couldn't. Because he knew what was going to happen, and he needed it to stop. Sunshine wasn't quite sure what had happened- still trapped in the car. They heard the yelling, and the fighting, but then it all stopped. There was a shrill gasp, and then nothing. Then, they heard it. The sobs, ripping through Blake's throat. They didn't have to see them to know what had happened. He killed them, whether accident or not. It was always going to be him. He could never save them from himself.

He sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Until Sunshine heard a noise. It was faint, barely even there, but they knew who it was. El. Their El. He had finally come. He didn't forget them after all.

"El?" They call again, feeling lightheaded from lying practically upside down the entire time. They hear footsteps briskly walking- then running to their location. "Sunshi-" He pauses, looking at Sunshine's state. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." He says over and over while he works to get Sunshine out. If Blake knew of Elliot's appearance, he wasn't doing anything about it. He just sat, his dead lover in his arms, dead to the world. 

When Sunshine finally feels the seatbelt retract they fall into Elliot's arms, he cradles them, runs his fingers through their hair. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. We- we tried to get the department to help but they didn't do anything. I had to-" 

"It's okay, El. You're here now. We're here. We're free." Sunshine looks up at his face with a smile. He gives them a quick kiss on the forehead as he stands, letting Sunshine lean into him for stability. "Okay, I'm gonna take us back into the real world, we should be in my brother's car, he got us out." Elliot tells them, preparing to take them back to their lives. But, as he does, the ground begins to shake violently. He instinctively pulls Sunshine closer, he wasn't going to lose them ever again.

The ground shakes again, a huge crack forming down the middle of the land, heading towards them. They jump back, watching the car Sunshine was trapped in fall into the dark abyss that's appeared in front of them. "Holy shit. What- what's going on?" Sunshine fearfully asks as the couple keeps backing away. Sunshine again looks over at Blake, oblivious to everything that was going on. He was right on the edge of the abyss, about to fall in.

Sunshine fought the urge to call out to him, to tell him to get to safety. But they don't. Earlier today, he would've gladly watched them fall, laughing the entire time. They weren't going to try and "save" him, he obviously didn't want it. 

Then, the abyss begins to fill. At first, they can't tell what- until the familiar feeling returns to them. The one that determined everything for them, their future. They watch as the familiar black liquid begins to rise into the abyss, coming closer and closer to them until it stops, brimming at the top. The water is beginning to seep into the dreamscape, pooling at Elliot's shoes.

"Hello, little one. Elliot." A voice says, and they both immediately know who it is. Sunshine relaxes, knowing that it's just their dear friend, but Elliot tenses next to them. Why was he here? They were free, it didn't make sense. "Brachium. What- what's going on?" Sunshine asks, taking a step closer to him. He stands on the other side of the abyss, a good ten feet away from them. Why was he so far away? 

Brachium had a somber look on his face, different from his usual cadence. He looked- upset. His eyes, though black, looked dull. "I'm sorry. The balance- it is not completed. It is calling, and it needs an answer." 

"What the hell does that mean?" Elliot asks angrily, pulling Sunshine closer to his side. Whatever was happening was not good, for either of them. "When- when I saved you, little one, I disrupted the balance in our two worlds. It's calling. It's your time." Brachium tells them, holding out a hand sadly. No. Not after everything- I just got out. I can't die, not now. Sunshine thinks, tears brimming at their eyes. 

"No." Elliot shouts angrily. "No. They went through all of this bullshit, you're not taking them now." He's terrified, trying hard not to show it. He thought Brachium was their friend- he was supposed to help them, not kill them. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Any of it.

"It needs a life, Elliot. It will not rest until it has one. I- I cannot let you leave until the balance is fulfilled. I am sorry." Brachium looks sadly at the two of them, at how wrong everything has gone. It was all his fault, he was the one who had saved them all those years ago. Maybe if he hadn't- none of this would've happened. "So- I have to die?" Sunshine asks quietly, looking down at the ground.

Elliot shakes his head next to them, pulling them to arms length so he could look them in the eyes. "No. You are not dying. You're not. You can't." "I have to, El. There's no other way. He said we can't go- you can't go. It needs a life." Sunshine reasons, trying to pull away gently. They don't want to leave him- they never did. But if they had to, at least it would be to keep him safe. To keep him alive.

Again, Elliot shakes his head, this time in realization. "No. It needs a life. They didn't say which. Right?" Brachium nods. "So- so Blake. He can- he can jus-" Elliot points over at Blake, but to no avail. He's not there. Neither is his lover. "Where- where did he go?" Elliot asks, confused. 

"He is already with me. He made that choice the second he lost his loved one. But, you're right- it needs a life. Not a specific one. One from inside this scape." Brachium explains, looking over the edge, where Blake presumably fell. Maybe it's peaceful, on the other side. Maybe I'll like it there, Sunshine thinks to themself, stepping forward. "Okay." They say, preparing to step into the water.

Elliot grabs their arm, pulling them back. "No. No, I'm not gonna let you die today. It doesn't have to be you." Sunshine realizes what he means, shaking their head. "No- no. You are not going to die for me, El. I won't let you. I started this, I'm ending it." "No, he started it." Elliot accuses, venom in his voice. "You shouldn't have to suffer- to lose your life because of that." 

"You shouldn't have to either, El." Sunshine says quietly, as he pulls them into his chest, resting his head on top of theirs. "I know. But one of us has to. And it's not going to be you." Elliot cups their face in his hands, tracing their features, knowing he won't see them ever again. "Elliot- please." Their voice breaks, as he leans in for a kiss. Their last, no doubt. 

Sunshine savors it for as long as they can, memorizing every feeling, every little thing about him. They know what they have to do. They're not going to let him take the fall. They stood closer to the river, taking a step back, and then running to the edge, preparing to throw themselves off. Elliot quickly runs after them, shouting something as he grabs them and pulls them back. They fight each other, until Elliot hears a crack under his feet, breaking under the couple's weight. He slips, beginning to fall, but before he does, Sunshine grabs his hand, the only thing stopping him from the end.

"No. NO!" Sunshine yells, desperately trying to drag him back up to solid ground. Elliot already has tears brimming at his eyes, a somber smile on his face. "Please, El. I c- I can't do this alone. I need you. I love you." They tell him, both of their hands now clutching Elliot's. They know he's too heavy, that they won't be able to pull him over- but they try. "I know. And it's okay. I'll be okay, you'll be okay. I love you, my Sunshine." Sunshine shakes their head, their grip slipping on Elliot's hand. For a moment, they just look at him. Hanging over death itself, with seemingly no fear.

They realize then that it's because he's doing it for them. He would do anything for them. That was the best and worst thing they'd ever heard. "I love you." Elliot repeats, letting go of Sunshine's hands. He falls, landing in the river without a splash. They wait for him to come back up, but he doesn't. It's silent again. They couldn't scream, they couldn't jump in after him, they just watched. 

The river went on. Whether Elliot was alive or not.

[cilil]

Day 1 Melkor ⋆⛧⋆ Mairon

Synopsis: A little flame catches Melkor's eye.

Warnings: /

Author's Note: My first ficlet for Angbang Week 2023. I'll be aiming for daily posts covering both prompts, one from Melkor's and one from Mairon's perspective. Links to the corresponding ficlet and my Angbang masterlist will be at the top and down below respectively. Hope you enjoy!♡

There were thousands more out there, spirits of all kinds whose voices echoed through the Timeless Halls like a distant, ever changing symphony, yet Melkor was alone. He sat at the very edge of their realm, staring into the Void and silently contemplating whether to venture out into the darkness again or continue to watch the other Ainur.

The greater and older spirits among them–those like his brother, though in his mind they still couldn't hope to compare to him–had begun to form pairs. He hadn't taken it seriously at first when Manwë began spending more and more time with Ulmo and Varda; in fact, Melkor had assumed his father's little favourite finally learned his lesson to leave him alone. But then he kept seeing him and Varda together even without Ulmo, saw Aulë with Yavanna, spotted several other pairs as well, and it occurred to him that they must've taken the One's words about love and companionship to heart. 

Melkor scoffed at the thought. Unlike them, he needed no one, he had all the power, knowledge and talent to realise his visions on his own–at least once he found the Flame Imperishable and used it to give life to his creations. 

Admittedly, he had contemplated what Eru had told them and taken a closer look at his peers. Out of the Great Spirits like him, only Varda seemed worthy of his consideration, brilliant and glowing with the Flame Imperishable's light as she was, just like him, but she had rejected his advances. Melkor had refused to be anywhere near her and Manwë since; there were strange feelings inside him, those he would later recognize as anger, shame and spite, and he couldn't comprehend why his brother had been chosen over him again, despite him being the greater of the two. 

And so he had been by himself for a while now, doing his best to ignore the other Ainur and telling himself he didn't need anyone by his side anyway in an attempt to soothe his wounded pride, until–  

A little flame caught his eye. 

It was quite literally what the spirit that Melkor saw was, small compared to him and of fiery nature, full of ideas, creativity and wit. There was something unique about him, something that drew him out of his sulky mood and piqued his interest. He wanted to have a closer look, yet to his dismay, he saw the little flame with Aulë soon after. And again he felt like he had been cheated, like another had taken something that should be his. 

Even so, Melkor kept watching the fire spirit and listened attentively whenever he sang to find out more about him. His songs were just as lovely as he had assumed they would be, he thought, pleased with his insight–but something was missing. It took him a while to figure out, yet in the end he was sure of it: There were more notes and melodies hidden within this Ainu's fëa that he didn't give voice to. 

Is this Aulë's doing? Melkor wondered, his spirit darkening in anger once more. Were his peers now begrudging others the full splendour of their song, simply because they wanted it to fit theirs? He couldn't allow this, especially not in regards to the Great Music his father had told him about. No, he certainly wasn't going to hold back, and neither should his fellow Ainur. 

And part of him was glad he now had an excuse to talk to the little flame. 

His little flame, if fate would be so kind. 

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