#Still though I heard it once and I'll forever repeat it

[morsobaby]

Idk if I'm talking out of my ass here but it feels like the (transphobic) society at large here pressures transmascs to stay exactly the same and not transition in any way, and for transfems it's the opposite. God forbid a trans woman has (checks notes) a jaw. Or something.

[thirstywoso]

Five years down, forever to go // Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

Synopsis: You and Jessie may be celebrating your fifth anniversary but that doesn't mean the raw attraction has gone

A/N: Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it

Warnings: 18+ mdni Smut, just pure smut. Light/minimal choking, fingering r receiving and giving, strap on use r receiving, oral r receiving and giving, marking, praise kink, minimal/barely mentioned/implied alcohol usage, implied squirting, finger sucking, semi public, aftercare, I think that's it?

W/C: 3.6k

Five years, five years yourself and Jessie had been together you thought to yourself as you fixed your hair in the hallway mirror waiting for Jessie to appear from your room. You heard a small cough and turned to see a suited up Jessie stood in the door way. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of her, five years and she still flawed you every time you saw her.

Jessie was wearing black pants, a matching long sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned down to the middle of her chest paired with some white air forces. Her hair was slicked back and she had the biggest grin on her face as she took you all in.

"Are you sure you're still hungry enough to go out?" You laughed turning back towards your own reflection

"Mhmm, why?" Jessie looked at you puzzled

"Because you practically just ate me with your eyes Jess!" You smirk at her through the mirror

"Can you blame me, you look gorgeous tonight babe"

"I could say the same about you but it wouldn't do how good you look justice"

After a few minutes of you both just staring at each other Jessie made a move to get the car keys from the bowl by the door. Making her way to the car she opened the door for you, like she still did after all these years having never once let you open it for yourself.

You got in and drove in relatively comfortable silence, occasionally one of you would steal a glance at the other a few times making eye contact and quickly looking away. You felt like a giddy school girl with a crush on the cutest girl in class.

Once you got to the restaurant you were seated in the usual dimly lit booth in the corner, the same table you sat at the last five years you had been here. It had become tradition that you'd repeat your first date every year sitting at the exact same table, ordering the exact same drinks and the exact same food.

Before long though you found yourself unable to concentrate on the conversation that Jessie was having with you.

"So do you want to go?" Jessie asked picking your hand up from the table

"Huh?"

"I said would you want to go?"

"Go where?" You questioned your eyebrows furrowed together.

"Y/n were you not listening to me? I said it's Niamh's 25th soon and she asked if I'd fly back to London for her party with you. Would you want to go?"

"Oh sorry.. yeah I'd like that" you said after thinking for a second, it wasn't a difficult choice a trip back to England to see one of your good friends with the love of your life. It was practically a no brainer.

Yet within seconds you were distracted again

"Baby what's wrong? You've hardly listened to a word I've said" Jessie stoked her thumb along the back of your hand concerned.

"Nothing Jess"

"It's definitely not nothing, you've been zoning out all evening"

"You're right, I'm so sorry I know tonight is supposed to be special but I just can't help but picture that outfit on our bedroom floor Jessie and it's doing things to me"

Jessie giggled as you kicked her leg under the table

"It's not funny" you whined

"It is too, but you'll have to wait. Let's get through dinner and then we can head home?"

"I'll try" is all you could mutter

A few minutes later and you were trying so hard to keep conversation with Jessie without your thoughts wondering when you felt Jessie's foot grazing along the inside of your thigh under the table.

"Jess don't"

"Don't what baby? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about"

Which earned her a glare from you, that didn't stop the way her foot which was now shoeless making its way up and down your thigh.

Slowly getting closer to where you wanted her most and the inner turmoil you were having debating between grabbing her foot and stopping her or rocking yourself into her was causing sweat to bead along your forehead.

"You've got five seconds to stop before I pull you into that bathroom Jessie" you warned her

"Well you better get ready because I'm not stopping" Jessie tried to call your bluff.

Within seconds you were grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway to the bathroom, shoving her into a stall and locking the door behind you.

Your lips found hers in a passionate kiss before she'd even had chance to fully back into the cubicle, cupping her face and tangling your free hand in the curls on the back of her neck you trapped her body against the wall with your own. Deepening the kiss by swiping your tongue against her lower lip begging for entry.

Jessie moaned into your mouth allowing your tongue to slip in and roam around tasting the beer she had been drinking, her legs subconsciously spread and your knee found the place she needed you most.

You tugged lightly at the nape of her neck causing her to groan as her hips lifted looking for the pressure she so badly needed.

You pulled away slightly, lips puffy and red as you looked into her eyes

"You're so fucking gorgeous Jess, you don't understand how bad I need you"

Before Jessie could respond you found the button on her pants looking back up at her and receiving a nod you undone the button your fingers finding their way into her soaked underwear.

"Fuck Jess"

"Shut up y/n/n, it's your fau.." Jessie tried to blame you

but instead of you being the one to shut up it was Jessie as soon as your fingers glided across her slick finding her bundle of nerves. You applied some light pressure earning some whimpers and mumbles from the girl you had in front of you.

You kissed her again swallowing her moans as one hand continued to scratch at the back of her neck the other tracing her folds before slipping a singular digit into her wet heat. Jessie tilted her head back and gave you that look.

Which you knew meant only one thing, she needed more. It didn't take much encouragement before you added a second finger and then a third pumping rhythmically into Jessie as she bit down on your lip grunting as you curled into her.

That's when you heard muffled voices coming towards the bathroom door and stepping inside. The air in the cubicle was stifling and you attempted to move earning a small moan from Jessie. To which you quickly removed your fingers from inside of her to cover her mouth, at the sudden movement your knee brushed against her core causing your fingers to push more tightly against her lips.

After what felt like an eternity you heard footsteps leave the bathroom and you looked back at a panting Jessie who stared back at you, eyes dilated as she opened her mouth and gently took the fingers still covering her into her mouth sucking off her own arousal.

She hummed and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your digits before releasing them with a pop. A sudden rush of wetness surging to your aching core.

You grabbed Jessie and kissed her almost intoxicating yourself from the taste of herself on her lips. Groaning your fingers found their way back into Jessie's waistband taking mere seconds to find exactly what you were looking for again.

Jessie's pussy swallowed your fingers with ease as you used your hips for leverage and slowly rocked into her. Jessie slammed her head back against the wall riding your fingers as you thrust harder into her your free hand gently squeezing the base of her neck.

Your lips finding their way to where her jaw meets her neck. Gently sucking and soothing the same spot with your tongue, you squeeze a little harder and thrust your fingers deeper than before.

Jessie struggling to keep on her own two feet as you used your own body to pin her up, legs weak you were keeping her from falling to her knees.

After establishing her as your own with the bright red marks along Jessie's neck which would definitely land you in the bad books tomorrow morning when she had to go to training looking like she had been attacked by a vampire. You released her neck after one extra squeeze and whispered in her ear "I'm going to fuck out every last orgasm you have in you tonight"

Jessie closed her eyes and whimpered

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're my good girl Jessie, you'll be screaming my name by the end of the night because that's the only word you'll remember" you husked into Jessie's ear your breath gently tickling her skin goosebumps decorating her body.

"Fuck y/n I'm going to cum"

"Not yet baby" you say with a smirk your fingers speeding up.

"Please, I can't hold back much longer y/n/n I need to cum" she looks at you pleading.

Just as her legs start shaking you remove your fingers shoving them into your own mouth and groaning at the taste eyes rolling back.

"Get yourself dressed we are going" you demanded

You walked back to your table and paid for you meal waiting for Jessie to return after freshening herself up.

As soon as you got back home you had Jessie up on the kitchen counter stood between her legs. Lifting her shirt over head and removing her bra before doing the same to yourself. All items of clothing discarded recklessly on the floor.

Your hands came to Jessie's waste slowly stroking up and down before meeting her waste band for the second time that night. Again you looked at her and she nodded. You removed them along with her panties leaving them strewn on the floor with your other garments.

Once naked on the counter in front of you, your eyes raked over her perfect body taking in every curve and every freckle until your eyes became glued to her glistening core. You licked your lips subconsciously which earned a giggle from Jessie.

Which was unwise on her part because you dropped to your knees and grabbed her hips scooting her to the edge before diving into her. Licking broad stripes across her centre to her hooded clit circling it before adventuring back across her folds and dipping into her clenching hole. Tasting her nectar right from the source.

"Fuck" you mumble into her, which earns a smirk from Jessie.

"You taste so fucking good baby, my perfect girl"

Jessie's hips arched off of the counter and bucked into your mouth. Your arm resting over her hips subtly pushing her back down onto the counter.

It wasn't long before you felt her excitement dripping down your chin, you smiled into her as your fingers rubbed loose circles around her clit.

Her hands finding their way into your hair tugging gently at every slight jolt of electricity you sparked inside her.

You worked Jessie back up close to her peak just like before and it didn't take long for her to start begging.

"Please let me cum this time, please baby, I'll do anything for you I just need to cum on that pretty tongue"

You knew this time you couldn't deny her request and were relentless, lips attaching to her clit sucking rhythmically as your fingers entered her once again. Curling deep inside her hitting the spot that made her legs shake.

Within seconds Jessie's hips began stuttering following your mouth and fingers. Head snapping back and white heat filling from the depths of her stomach before flickering across the back of her eyelids. Wet heat gushing from her as you lapped at her. Her toes curling shuddering as she came down.

You gently picked her up from the counter carrying her to your bed placing her down against the pillows. It didn't take long before Jessie got her breath back and recovered from her mind blowing orgasm.

"Take your pants off"

Jessie gave you a look that you knew you were not to mess with and did as you were told

"That's a good girl"

You smiled at her abashedly

"Come here" she motioned to you as she laid back against the pillows. You looked at her confused when it clicked. You kneeled on the bed kissing your way up her body, across her navel and the swell of her breasts along the marks you'd made at the restaurant before placing a quick peck on her lips.

You straddled her chest and her hands guided your hips so you were hovering above her face. Jessie gently lowered you down on to her lips.

Her pretty pink tongue poking out slightly to flick along your clit, you were absolutely soaked at this point. Feeling yourself drip down her tongue your face flushed red with embarrassment.

"You're so hot like this" Jessie praised into your centre, spurring you on.

You ground down harder on Jessie's face as her tongue lapped around your entrance sliding into you as she gripped your hips rocking you back and forth.

Her nose gently bumping against your bud of nerves making you feel so alive like your skin was on fire.

Your head thrown back in pleasure as her fingernails dug into your thighs, the only thing you could focus on was the immense desire that you felt.

"That's my baby, ridding my face like a good girl" Jessie groaned out as your hips fell out of rhythm.

You were embarrassed but her actions and words soon had you cumming down Jessie's throat. You squeezed her hand still entwined with yours before falling next to her on the bed.

Your head rested against her chest as you gently traced shapes along the valley of her breasts. You were deep in thought before Jessie looked down at you.

"Can I fuck you with the strap?"

Your pussy stirred at her words and you nodded your head eagerly.

Jessie jumped up grabbing your strap from the draw, placing it around her hips and securing it making her way back over to you, the mattress sinking under her weight.

You sat perched up on your elbows watching as she got closer.

She kissed you gently pushing you back before mindlessly playing with your throbbing pussy. After awhile of tasting you she brought her hand up to her mouth spitting on her fingers before returning to your opening.

Jessie slowly enter her fingers scissoring them stretching you open, getting you ready. It was then she began stroking the tip of her strap where you needed her. Jessie kissed you gently lacing your fingers together as she pushed in slowly.

With each inch Jessie studied your face to see if there was any discomfort before she bottomed out in you her hips flush with yours. The end of the strap bumping against her own clit.

You squeezed her hand showing her you needed a minute before you allowed her to continue.

Jessie was gentle with you as if you were made of glass. When she was content that you were ready to begin again she slowly slid in and out of you before you groaned in frustration.

"Please Jess, I need more"

With that Jessie's hips snapped into action and she pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside of you, earning an ear piercing moan that your neighbours definitely heard.

This was all Jessie needed to hear before she flipped you onto your front grabbing your hips and fucking you senseless. Grabbing your hair she pulled you up so you were on all fours your back arched as she ravaged you.

Pulling harder your back pressed flush against her front as she rutted into you over and over again until your vision became blurry.

One of her hands momentarily leaving your waist before a loud crack rang out around the room as her hand landed on your ass.

Satisfied with your reaction she repeated the movement on the other side until your other cheek had an identical hand print.

Listening to you moan and pant mixed with the pleasure the end of the strap gave her made her legs burn, biting your shoulder, closing her eyes and gently urging herself to continue. Her hips smashed into yours with precision, the wet sound of you taking her deeper filling your ears along with how breathy she was.

"I'm so fucking close Jess"

"Fuck"

"Please don't stop"

"Oh godddd Jesss"

You could stop whining as she claimed you.

Flipping you over onto your back again Jessie hunched over you sucking down on your left peak catching the other between her forefinger and thumb tweaking it before releasing your breast with a pop. Bringing you ever closer to the edge before swapping and paying the same attention to your now stiffening right peak.

The cold air meeting the saliva left on your nipples sending a spark between your legs.

"I want to see your face as you cum"

Jessie leaned down capturing your lips, pounding into you as your nails scratched down her back drawing blood and you screamed out. Jessie watched as she ripped another orgasm from deep inside of you. Eyes rolling back mouth hanging open as an ungodly amount of curses spilled from your mouth.

Jessie continued pounding into you as she chased her own orgasm, causing you to become oversensitive. Breathless you couldn't express yourself to Jessie as she too found paradise and fell against you pushing deep inside. As you came down you begged Jessie not to move so that you could regain the feelings in your legs and not become even more sensitive.

After sometime Jessie asked if she could remove herself and you allowed her to. Apologising she threw the strap to the floor before kissing your temple and curling into your side.

Jessie stroked your warm and sweat damp skin as you regained your breath, slowly your panting stopped and you began to reach your regular heart rate.

After a few minutes Jessie removed herself much to your protest.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back shortly, just one second"

"One"

"That's more than a second!"

Jessie came back in with a warm wash cloth and washed you gently between the legs before handing you a bottle of water.

"And you said you'd rip every orgasm from me but here we are" Jessie shrugged

Void of much energy you just rolled your eyes at her.

"You want me to go make a snack?" She asked sweetly as if she hadn't just fucked you into another world.

"I'm good but I could do with a shower" you counter

Within seconds she'd swept you off your feet and had you in the shower.

Her hands gently massaging your scalp with your favourite coconut shampoo, nails digging in and your eyes closing with pleasure. Although different from the sexual pleasure moments ago the new action made your heart swell with so much love.

She then lathered your body in soap, running her hands along your curves, the soft flesh of your inner thigh and to the valley of your breasts where you now saw purple bruises forming from the way Jessie had gone to town on them not to long ago.

Once fully lathered and clean she began to rinse the suds from your body, kissing each part as it became clean, first your shoulders, your stomach, your arms, down your legs before a quick kiss to your bikini line and a peck on your lips.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You ask her

"The real question is what did I do to deserve you?" She retorts

After you got out of the shower Jessie dried you off bringing you back into the bedroom handing you a pair of her Canada shorts and her UCLA hoodie before she tucked you in bed grabbing you some hot coco.

Slipping into the bed with you after cleaning up your clothes from the floor and you had finished off your mug of liquid heaven (that was unfortunately not Jessie's) you placed the empty vessel on your nightstand

Turning back over you snuggled into Jessie's side as she read her book, stroking your hair tearing eyes away from her book to smile down at you before reading again.

"What are you reading? Do you think you could read it to me?" You ask her

"It's just a book about photography and how to take the best shot" Jessie tells you

"Sooo I just love listening to you"

"Baby you won't like it"

"I like anything if it's your voice reading it" which was the truth, you found her voice soothing.

She was never one to deny you so you lay there listening to Jessie's soft voice talk to you about aperture and the importance of picking the correct lenses and the rhythmic beat of her heart as you slowly doze off on her.

The last thought you had 'five years down, forever to go'

[whiteteadreams]

just imagine...

hyuck or mark

roommate au!

you're rearranging your room around to feel at ease again since it looks like a hurricane ran through it. moving causes a lot of commotion since it's loud and heavy so (hc or mk) come check up on you. it's obvious what're doing when they see you and you ask "can you help me finish up?" instead they ignore you and close the door right back up. so as a petty joke, you control the wifi, and pay for it. SO, WHEN YOU START HEARING POrN COMING FROM THEIR ROOM, YOU DECIDE TO TURN OFF THE WIFI JUST AS THEY'RE ABOUT TO GET OFF. ( then you enter their room while they're cursing about the wifi and meat is out like it's a show "since you won't help me finish up, i don't think i'll let you finish."🫢 SMuT PlS

Pairing: Roommate!Mark x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Roommates AU, Non-Idol AU, Smut

Warnings: Cursing/ mature language, smut, fluff at the end, not proofread

Smut Warnings: Degradation, Mark somewhat objectiying the reader, ripping leggings, creampie, unprotected sex

a/n- i simply have nothing to say for myself with why this took actually forever. also...self indulgent because I, too, like the reader, received a degree 😝

Boredom racked through your body as you checked your notifications. Reading through a text asking to go out on the town, you responded with a simple, “sorry, i’m busy tn :(“ despite your entire night being a destined repeat of your afternoon.

Looking over the side of your bed at your floor, you took in the scattered clothes, at this point you didn’t even know what was clean and what was dirty. Lifting your head, you saw the state of the rest of your room, which was equally or even more of a disaster as your floor. Your room had become a punching bag for your laziness as finals rolled around and with your new degree laying on the desk, you decided you had nothing else to do besides clean.

Rolling off your bed, your feet barely caught your body before you were able to fall flat onto your disgusting floor. You normally pride yourself on your cleanness but obviously this was not a good example of your usual self.

Still sluggishly, you forced your feet to drag you to your curtains, pulling them open to take advantage of the rest of the sunlight. Seeing your room in natural light for the first time in what felt like weeks finally forced you into the cleaning spirit.

Starting with the basics, you simply gathered all the clothes that were littered around your room and threw them in a basket, to be washed, whether that be completed today or another time was something out of your control.

Thankfully, your room wasn’t nearly as bad as you had thought it was, the clothes were the real issue here, but you still needed to clean your carpet, or at least vacuum. Staring down your giant dresser, you started to plan out how to move it.

Pulling at the sides, you felt your body jerk as it barely slid against the floor, but even though it didn’t move where you wanted it to, it did manage to bump your desk, which then hit the wall.

Over the music that had quietly been playing, your door cracked open and in popped Mark, your roommate.

“Yo, what are you doing? You’re being kind of loud…” Mark’s eyes raked across your backside before you turned around. Your leggings do nothing to avoid outlining your entire bottom half, even once you turn around, with your hands on your hips.

“Well, Marky, if I had to guess, it would appear I’m trying to move my dresser! And it wasn’t actually that loud.” Laughing at his wide eyes, thinking he was just overreacting the noise level, you turned around before stopping again. “Mark, would you mind helping me out?”

But as you looked over your shoulder for a response, you saw the boy leave the room.

Huffing at his departure, you went ahead and finished your cleanup, or at least you tried to before you heard what sounded like a squeak over in the next room. Deciding to be petty, you walked over to Mark’s room to complain about the noise level. But as you got closer and pressed your ear close to the door, you heard more than just squeaks which you were able to confirm were bed squeaks, you heard a few grunts, and then female moans. It was obvious that Mark was watching porn, and as a good roommate you would walk away, but you’re not really a good roommate.

Stifling your giggles, you waltzed to the living room to where the WiFi router was, and looking back at Mark’s closed door one last time you pulled the plug, cutting off the WiFi for the entire house.

“What the fuck?” A quiet voice sounded throughout the otherwise silent house. You allowed yourself to laugh loudly before just letting yourself into Mark’s room, not even giving him enough time to cover himself.

“Yo, what are you doing? You’re being kind of loud…” Using Mark’s words against him, his face turned red as he tried to grasp onto a blanket to cover himself. “Is this the reason you couldn’t help me? Too busy making yourself cum? I suppose, since you wouldn’t help me finish up, it’s only fair I don’t help you finish up.”

Turning on your feet, you started to walk out of Mark’s room before you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back into him. You didn’t know when he stood up but now it didn’t matter as your back was to his bare chest, and your ass was against his bare cock.

“You’re really funny, you know that right?” Mark spoke through his teeth and then kissed the side of your head.

Spinning the both of you around, Mark pressed you against his desk, rutting against your ass as he breathed into your ear. “Maybe I would’ve helped you if you were wearing something a little more decent, instead you wear these tight ass pants that show exactly what your pussy looks like.” 

Gripping the thin fabric between his fingers, Mark tore the crotch of the leggings before pushing into your cunt.

“S’not my fault that you’re a fucking pervert.” Fucking back into Mark, you whimpered at the tight grip he had on your hips, surely leaving bruises to be seen in the morning.

Laughing against your head, Mark smacked your thigh at the comment. 

“I’m not, I just live with a little slut who walks around with her tits and pussy out, hard not to get hard when I’ve got cunt in my face.”

Your hair started to fall into your face as Mark’s thrusts increased in pace. But it wasn’t the reason why you couldn't see for long. You felt Mark readjust his grip on you before pulling out and throwing you on the bed. Bouncing lightly on the mattress you go to sit up but Mark, instead palmed the back of your head and pressed your face into the mattress, all while pulling your ass into the air so he can force his cock back into you.

Voice muffled by the blankets you tried to speak, but Mark gripped your hair into a ponytail and pulled your face back up. “You wanna repeat that?” He breathed out through his teeth.

“I said, who knew the good innocent child of God was such a pervert.” Mark didn’t even bother to respond, he just pushed your face back into the pillows and with his other hand landed several quick, sharp slaps to your ass.

Moaning out, you gripped the sheets and smiled despite Mark being unable to see it. Finally, he was fucking you. You didn’t dress like a cheap whore for nothing. With the feeling of Mark’s hips slapping yours, the noises of his grunts and your muffled moans, and the thoughts swirling in your head, caused you to be close. And Mark knew this, because as he felt you twitching and clamping your walls down on his cock, he snuck his hand under your body and played with your clit. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you whimpered and curled your toes, starting to buck your hips back into his more frantically.

“Come on, cum for me already. I can’t hold it much longer, please.” Mark whined behind you, his dominant persona cracking slightly.

Not even a full minute later, you heard your ears start to ring as pleasure coursed through your veins, taking over all of your other senses.

Mark rode out yours and his highs before pulling out and collapsing next to you, once his grip on you vanished, your body hit the mattress as well. Him on his back and you on your stomach, you both looked at each other with dopey smiles and tired eyes.

“Thanks for the nut bro” Mark held out his closed fist to you. Rolling your eyes, you sit up and go to shove Mark, however, he caught your forearm before you could push him and pulled you into his chest. Planting his lips onto you, this kiss wasn’t like the ones before, this one was like Mark was pouring the words he was too scared to speak into you. Once you both pulled away, your eyebrows were furrowed, waiting to see what was going to be revealed. And once the silence was put to an end, you weren’t disappointed.

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing and I don’t see it as ‘just sex.’” Without responding to him, you pressed your lips to his and smiled.

[yeondollie]

ʙᴀᴍ ʏᴀɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ ౨ৎ ♡ .ᐟ

'i closed the chapter on the days we spent together.'

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, breaking up, argument, fem reader, taehyun is kinda mean, crying, heartbreak, reader is needy, taehyun gets annoyed of reader, just over all sad ecfhuehfusih !!

a/n ; i have been listening in bam yang gang on repeat its so so so good but so sad :(. the beat is so adorable and so is bibi i love her sm sm but the song is so sad and as soon as i heard it i thought about making a story with it . this is just a drabble so i dont have a word count sorry :< anyways, enjoy !! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"why do you want so much out of me? can i have some peace and quiet to myself? god.." here we were again. arguing with taehyun was getting more and more common, though you hated it. taehyun knew you were a sensitive person and didn't like conflict but you were just pissing him off lately.

you didn't know what to say really. though you were only trying to check up on him after work, he wasn't having it. "it's like you're attached to my hip, truly." you suck in the tears in your eyes as he says this. you didn't wanna fight, you just wanted to please him in any way you could.

"yes i-i.. i'll give you time. i’m sorry." you say, tearing still welling in your eyes. this, for some reason, set taehyun off completely. why couldn’t you stand up for yourself? it was pathetic in his eyes. “see! thats why im upset. you’re like a doormat- you get walked all over, it’s pathetic.” he scoffs, letting out a small laugh even.

holding the tears back, about to flow, you mutter out some words. “you’re r-right, i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle a bit, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the tears falling out of your eyes. you’ve never felt more pathetic in your life, it was such a horrible feeling. taehyun didn’t seem phased at all, walking up and getting in your face.

“so thats it? sorry? you think thats gonna fix everything?” he says, his face only inches from yours. it was weird, usually when he was this close he would be kissing you or looking at you longingly but no. not this time, not anymore. the only time he looked at you was with lust or anger behind his eyes.

it felt like the two of you would only have sex or only argue, it was tiring- so tiring. he used to hold your cold hand in his own warm hand. he used to kiss your forehead and play with your hair, what happened? the tears flickered down your cheek as you answered him. “t-tyun i.. i don’t know what else to d-do.” now quickly wiping your own tears.

when he realizes you’re crying, he doesn’t bat an eye. its like all his love for you was drained from his heart- you hated it so much. “you know what _____? we’re done. i cant fucking do this with you anymore. you’re just so.. so needy and dumb!” he raises his voice, now watching you flinch in front of him.

you didn’t even have the energy to stop him, watching him with blurry eyes. watching how much he changed over the span of you two dating was shocking and saddening to you. oh how you longed for the sweet taehyun you once had.

before he could exit your house, forever saying bye to him you did one last thing. “taehyun..?” you whisper, not even having the energy to talk loudly. “what?” he whips back at you. you grab his school name tag he gave you, when he first confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were still in high school.

grabbing his name tag, along with your own- you walked up to him gently. you placed your name tag in his hand, looking into his angry eyes. “so you can remember me, you promised me you’d never forget me right?”

his eyes flickered with sympathy one final last time.

[shuuuuush]

CAN I KISS YOU YET? [Sharky]

Summary: Last-minute flight confessions

Warnings: none

A/N: Legit have been trying to come up with fics by listening to music, had this song on repeat, "Can I Kiss You?" By Dahl. It's inspired by the song, and you can listen to it at the bottom! Also not proofread !

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2 years? Was that how long you knew Sharky for?

No. That was how long you loved him. You have known him since forever.

Ever since then, conversations with him have just changed. Every word, every eye contact you both made, just turned your stomach upside down, and you were sure you could have almost had heart attacks with the way he made your heart skip a beat on multiple occasions.

You've been building up the courage to start a conversation on this one topic.

Your feelings.

But what's holding you back though? You've got nothing to lose.

Except maybe your courage, or maybe your well-built friendship with him. Is it worth the loss? You decided yes it is. It is because maybe you have a chance.

You'd have to tell him soon anyway because he was about to leave for another country to film a beta squad video.

Thinking it through, if you told him at the airport before he left, maybe he would think about it throughout his trip?

Or maybe you were just trying to convince yourself that you wouldn't be hurt if he said no.

After all, flights and airports usually are the start of something new.

Half an hour before the flight leaves, you go see off the beta squad. Hugging and wishing each one a safe flight.

When you get to Sharky you hesitate for a bit before hugging him as well.

You could stay in his embrace forever. That's how much you loved him.

When you let go, he held onto your waist for a little bit and told you. "Stay safe, too, Y/N."

You were about to speak when he let go, and the others told him they had to board the plane real soon.

Are you just going to let him go without telling him?

Without thinking straight, you grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving quickly, causing a confused reaction from the taller man.

"Now or never, " you thought.

"Y/N, what-"

"Sharky, I love you." Avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but him to remain having a good composure. Taking a deep breath, you continued,

"I've known you for so long, and you still make me nervous. Maybe I'm just imagining things, but when you look at me, I hope you don't look at me as a friend."

And then you looked up at him.

To you, it was dead silent, not even the slightest scatter of wheels from other people's suitcases could be heard. Staring into those beautiful brown chocolate eyes. Hoping, begging for him to say something.

Anything, something to let you know that maybe for once what you did was right.

And then laughter, a beautiful smile erupted from the man in front of you. His angelic voice still sends you butterflies.

"So can I kiss you?"

And with a simple nod, he wastes no time in grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him and capturing this perfect moment with a delicate kiss.

It felt so familiar, like your lips were both made for each other. And you felt so relieved that he felt the same way.

You pulled away and lingered there, centimetres apart for a split second before diving into another kiss.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and him grinning into the kiss, tightening his grip around your waist.

You felt joy bubbling up inside of you, and you knew that after this, there was no going back, and you think it is worth it to be with Sharky.

Pulling away for air, he takes hold of your cheek, lovingly rubbing his thumb against it. "You know, I've been picturing this moment since forever. And I'll be honest, I was a bit impatiently waiting to see if you liked me back or not. And I'm so glad you do."

Off near the gate of the door, the boys whooped and cheered for their boy Sharky, glad to know that he finally found someone, and someone they can trust too.

Sharky laughed and caused you to do the same as he put a thumbs up to the guys.

"Congrats, Sharky! But we really gotta go on this plane!" Niko shouted, cupping his hands over his mouth to make sure it was loud enough for Sharky to hear.

Rolling his eyes, he shouted an 'ok' back. And then he looked back at you again. This time in his eyes, it's not full of confusion but of love, a longing trust and relief that you do love him, and he loves you back.

He shook his head and smiled, and pointed to his cheek, and you just chuckled, reaching up to kiss his cheek quickly. "I love it when you look at me like that."

"Just hurry up and come back to me. You'll be late on your flight now." You laughed as you slightly shoved him towards the gate.

"I'll come back to you !" He shouted right before entering the gate. He waved at you, and you returned it as the flight attendant closed the door.

You smiled to yourself because you knew he would, and you were so glad you told him. You sure aren't forgetting this moment at all.

(And Aj caught the whole thing on camera and sent it to you, so you definitely aren't going to watch this over and over again. )

Taglist: @b4tasquad, @p3drii, @n1kodl, @elora-k, @slutforpablogavi, @enhacolor

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

On the corner - Chapter 15

Wymack meets Andrew when he's still a kid.

(TW - see intro post)

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Drew braces himself for the jeers and whispers as he walks up to the playing field the next weekend. But nothing happens. Rory is obviously keeping it up his sleeve for now.

Drew finds out why at half time.

Rory walks up to him with a superior look on his face.

"The talent scouts watch all the finals every year," he states matter of factly. "They take notes even on our grade. They want to see who stands out, who to watch. But I'm going to get that scholarship, and you're not going to stop me."

He doesn't even mention the secret. But Drew can guess what he has in mind: take a dive in the final game, or I'll tell everyone.

Coach couldn't help with this one, not really. He'd said it himself - "I could haul his ass in and yell at him, but what's that going to do? If he wants to tell people, he will."

So Drew does the only thing he can do - resigns himself to the inevitable. It's going to come out, and he'll forever be seen as the freak. He tells himself to think of it as practice for the trial.

But Rory doesn't have to know that. As long as he believes he has a hold over Drew, Drew can keep stringing him along.

—

"How did practice go?"

"He hasn't told anybody yet," Drew answered.

Coach sighs. "I'm not sure if that's better or worse."

"I can handle Rory."

Smiling faintly at his bravado, Coach says: "I hope so. Because there are other teams. I mean if it comes down to that or a nervous breakdown."

"Dr Nakagami thinks I'm doing well."

"So do I. But when I saw you holding that gun..." he tails away helplessly.

"I wasn't thinking anything like that. I just... wanted to hold it for a while."

Coach nods slowly. He knows what it’s like to want a weapon. There’s a reason he always walks around armed.

Possibly the boy misinterprets his silence. "Your team's going to lose all respect for you when they hear you've taken me on."

Coach tosses a cigarette packet at Drew, his version of a friendly punch on the arm.

"What do I care what people think?"

"You don’t need people to like you?" the kid sounds curious rather than incredulous, as though this is not such a difficult thing to imagine.

"I once had someone who loved me," Coach smiles, and for a moment his voice is unrecognisable. The gruff worn face almost seems to glow. "Sometimes one is all you need."

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Rory has always been a top athlete. But now he's playing like a demon, some of his stats even beating the senior grades.

Coach tries to hide his excitement over Rory's performance, but it's impossible. He's so proud Drew starts wondering if he really should take himself out of the competition.

These thoughts evaporate the moment Rory opens his mouth.

In the last few weeks before the finals their rivalry approaches the point of war. They make it almost to the last game before the confrontation finally happens.

The Packers cheer madly for Drew when he pulls off an almost impossible intercept, which gets Rory so incensed he shoves a finger in Drew’s face as soon as they're alone.

"I've been training for this for years. You're not going to push me out of my one big chance."

Drew stares up at him, almost triumphant now. "You think I'm going to take a dive for you? You think knowing my secret puts me on a leash? Well go ahead, tell everyone."

Angrily he pushes Rory, who immediately shoves back.

"Yeah, that’s right! Go ahead!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Rory demands. "Tell everyone what?"

"What Coach told you, about what happened to me," Drew answers, but he's uncertain now.

Rory stares at him disgustedly. "You think I want to be known for spreading rumours that some trailer-trash hit you?"

"Hit me," Drew repeated. He shouldn't really have been surprised. Even the social workers didn't want to believe what they saw and heard, half the time.

"Then why have you been threatening me all season? Telling me not to even try?"

"I've just been telling you they’ll pick me. That's just a fact." Rory shifts uncomfortably. "Coach told me in confidence. You don't know anything about me if you think I'd betray that."

They glare at each other. Whatever they might have been about to say next is lost as a voice calls out to them.

"Coach wants us all inside right away. Emergency meeting."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Noah is missing."

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[vodika-vibes]

Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week. 

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi. 

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him. 

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached. 

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same. 

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all. 

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her. 

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.��� She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c19. Splendid

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Carmen: Habanera, Georges Bizet.

abstract: this is what I usually do when I work, which is killing people and getting annoyed at my subordinates. in case you're dumb enough not to have noticed, this is Simon. anyway, technical boring chapter, but a few important informations you should keep in mind…. it's gonna get messy, try to keep up.

'ETA is ten minutes.'

Jude had her arms crossed on her chest, her eyes were scanning the screens. There was a lot to take in. She could see the body cams footage, along with which soldier the camera belonged to. They were sitting in two separate cars, guns below their feet. Some were talking to each other. At some point, one of them turned and the Lieutenant appeared on video. He was looking ahead of him, arms crossed on his chest, silent and stoic. She looked away. She could see the weather radars, and the GPS on the remote control cars that were about to be sent ahead.

'India 0-1, this is Alpha 0-1, whether status check, over'. Alpha was the captain, she had gathered. 'Alpha 0-1, this is India 0-1…' she paused for a second 'weather is stable, nothing to report, over.' She knew by now everyone was listening to what she was saying. She kept a serious tone of voice. 'India 0-1, roger that, out.' Simon thought she was pretty good at this. She sounded like she had been doing it forever. How was she good at everything all the time? The car he was sitting in came to a halt, they prepared the two remote control vehicles to send in before them. Securing the two drones on top, one of his teammates spoke into his radio. 'India 0-1, it's Charlie 0-2, RC cars moving in, out.' Alba adjusted the screen to see it better, even thought it was still blank. There was silence for a few seconds, they were waiting for the vehicles to get in position. 'India, check status with Eagle 0-3 before we sent out the drones, out.' She heard Price speak again out of nowhere, which made her jump in her seat. 'Alpha, I'm checking now, out.' She quickly switched channels to communicate with the airplane. 'Eagle 0-3, this is India 0-1 last check before the drones are sent out, over.' The reply was instant. 'Nothing to report, all clear' that was what they said and what she repeated to the captain. 'Roger that, you should have vision in a few minutes.' She waited patiently, until on her smaller monitor appeared the live video from the drones, which got to the middle of the crater. One was gonna stay at a good altitude, giving her visual of the whole base, the other would slightly come down to try and identify Khorram. She wondered for a second if Arash was there with them… He had vanished, he never came back to the base and everyone assumed he was in the Middle East right now…

'India, you got visual?' She snapped back to reality. Focus. 'Positive.' Simon proceeded to start his climb with Soap and Rabbit. He was on the North side. The crater started getting steep once they approached the top, the air was hot and it had gotten more windy. Sand was in his eyes. He already felt sweat prickle down his back, his mask didn't help with ventilation. 'India 0-1, this is Bravo 0-2. We're in position. How copy?' He waited for Johnny to approach him, they would take down two of Khorram's men at the same time, the ones guarding the perimeter. On the East side, the Alpha team would do the same with the third one. 'Bravo 0-2, copy loud and clear' he heard her sweet voice ring in his ear though the headphones. 'Wait for Alpha team, I'll update you.' He felt a knot in his stomach form for a second. 'They're not in position yet?' he asked. 'They're still climbing, it's much steeper on their side'. He rolled his eyes, positioning himself between two rocks and adjusting his sniper in place with the silencer. 'You still have good visual?' he spoke again. He was just making sure everything was going well, no harm in that. Without the captain, he was the one in charge after all. 'I do', she simply replied, clearly not wanting to be questioned. 'Let me know when they're close…' she didn't respond. 'India 0.1, how copy?' Why do you have to be annoying even when I'm working on the other side of the world? 'Loud and clear, Bravo 0-2'.

He heard a chuckle. She heard it too. In sync, him in the middle of the desert, her in an office in America, they both turned their heads to the source of the laughter. Squatting behind the Lieutenant was Rabbit. She looked at Simon's body cam, which was partly turned towards him. He had a grin on his face. I can get you killed from over here, the fuck you laughing for? 'Sorry, India 0-1… you can say other words apart from loud and clear, you know?' She felt her cheeks go red. She cleared her throat before replying 'I'll say splendid if I'm in trouble.' She switched off, letting out a sigh. I don't even know you, shut the fuck up. She almost didn't pay attention enough to ear Simon tell off Rabbit, telling him to be quiet. Fortunately, Alpha team had reached position. The execution of the three snipers was relatively easy for Ghost and the others. The real deal was getting down without getting caught. 'Alpha 0-1 to all stations, start to climb down. Don't make a sound.' Her palms started sweating hearing Price pronounce those words. She focused on the screens that showed the images of the drones. 'India, tell us what you see', instructed the captain. 'There are three tents on the East side, I count four South side, in semicircle. There is a bonfire in the middle, I count… four men around. Armed.' She tried to be as clear as possible. 'One of the tents on the southern side is bigger than the others. There are two pick up trucks that could give cover to the Bravo team.' She added. 'Our man?' asked an unknown voice, 'I don't see him', she replied. She squinter her eyes to see better, the four men were standing around the fire, which was the only source of light, a part form the headlights of the two vehicles. 'India, status?', asked the captain again. 'They're not moving, they're talking…' she replied 'I see one person inside the pick-up on your right, Bravo team, on the drivers side.' 'Copy that', it was Simon who spoke. He nearly tripped on a branch he din't see. He didn't see it because it was fucking pitch black outside. Now that they were closer to the crater's centre, he could see the fire and the trucks, their engines were on. Staying low, ready to fire his gun, he kept moving. 'India, status?' 'They haven't noticed anything. No one else has left the tents… I think they have two bikes…'

'You think?!' Shit.

'No sir, I'm sure', get your shit together Alba, 'they're covered by a blanket, they're definitely motorbikes. Behind the tent with the snake print, west side.'

It all went to shit extremely fast. He would later learn it went to shit because some dickhead from Alpha team slipped on wet grass and made noise and one of the soldiers heard him. Un-fucking-believable. They approached the truck and hid behind it, ready to take down the driver. It would take Simon a bit of knife work to do it silently. What they heard next sent chills down their spines. 'Alpha team, you got one coming towards you, he heard something.' Jude's words were sharp. They had been compromised. Shots were fired before he could give any orders to his men. Jude started seeing the body cams images getting confused and erratic, they were running and covering the camera with their rifles. Simon realised he had to move when he heard screams in a different language. He quickly took down the driver, preparing to attack. The Alpha team didn't have any coverage, they were far and exposed, still at the side of the crater. 'Use the tents as coverage, Khorram's inside they're not gonna shoot!' He heard Jude's voice over the noise. Preoccupied and scared. Told you this wasn't the place for you sweet angel… He was able to shoot one of the four men around the fire, but things were moving at a faster pace then they'd imagined. 'Bravo team, the tent to your right, something's going on inside', Jude alerted them. 'Ghost cover me!' He turned around to see Johnny peek around his corner, he wanted to go check the tent. Simon quickly did what he asked. He could see the Alpha team peeking out from the side of the tents, they wouldn't last long for sure, they were extremely close to the bonfire.

'Jude do you see him?'

'Alpha 0-3 is down!'

'I see him!' Simon got out of his precious hiding spot right the second Jude spoke. He disarmed one of the remaining men, using his knife to finish the job. Glancing to his left he spotted his teammate on the ground, saw Gaz running towards them. 'Go, I'll take him!' He turned away, 'Jude where to?' he asked. He could see his surroundings better now that the bonfire was close. He didn't wait for the girl to answer him, cause Johnny appeared from inside the tent. He heard an engine start. No… 'The bikes, three of them heading south-west.' They wasted no time, but the bikes were already climbing up the mountain.

You see, they did get him in the end. Rabbit took one of the trucks and provided coverage to the others, he basically run over half the camp. Price was the one who shot Khorram in the shoulder. Two other men died, one was captured. Alpha 0-3, his name was Thomas, he made it alive. They got out of the crater and back to the cars. Jude's voice was in their ears. 'All stations, I see a sandstorm approaching your position, you should hurry up' and 'Positive ID on the target' or 'You got troops approaching from north-east'. They weren't the only ones listening to her. When Thomas was shot in the crater his headphones basically flew away when his head hit the ground. Gaz didn't even bother taking them, he just got his friend on his shoulders to carry him away… Two men were in the crater not even ten minutes after they had left. They saw the fire, the blood. They saw the devastation the truck left and the motorbikes scattered on the ground. Most importantly, they saw the headphones. One of them put them close to his ear, to see if he could hear a conversation. And he could. 'Bravo 0-1, this is Alpha 0-2, we're right behind you, out.'

'Alpha 0-2, status on Alpha 0-3, over.'

'Bravo 0-1, stable condition. India 0-1, word from the aircraft?'

'This is India 0-1 to all stations, you're clear to go.'

The man with the headset turned his head to look at the other. That voice. He recognised her. She spoke again, he couldn't believe his ears. She spoke one last time, he felt rage. Then someone, Bravo 0-1, called her by her name. Four damned letters, a death sentence. You shouldn't have said that, brother…

I know who Jude is.

notes: shit.

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[sorencd]

PROLOGUE: LIKE THE MOVIES

─ i want a love like i've seen in the movies.

september 19, 1957 ── 10:46 am

the bookshop, for the majority of the time, was quiet. only the sounds of customers opening the door from time to time was what could be heard. because usually, when people go bookshopping, it's done quietly. a certain pair of cheeky best friends, clad in coats and sweaters that entered the shop about an hour ago was an exception, though. the previously quiet and quaint store was now filled with hushed chattering amongst themselves and the occasional faint laughter.

examining the covers of books was your second-most favorite thing to do, aside from reading and smelling the comforting scent of aged and new books alike. neil would always stare at you incredelously whenever you took a sniff of a good old book's pages. in your defense, they really do genuinely smell good and of you could, you'd bask in the aroma forever.

"this book looks cool."

neil handed you a book with a bright cover, the title 'catcher in the rye' written in bold. you flipped it over a few times to examine it properly, it did pique your interest quite a bit, but not fully.

"what's it about?"

"it says here; 'the comic and touching novel about a raw american adolescent, which has become recognized as a key book of the present decade.' hm, it's all about adolescence, obviously." he ended, flipping the book over to look at the front page again.

"you gonna read it?"

scanning your eyes over various titles on the shelves, you couldn't find a single one that you haven't read, and if you hadn't read it, it didn't really sound too enticing to you. you were about to move to another shelve until one finally spoke to you. pulling it off where it comfortably sat between two other books with a smile, you held it in your hands carefully.

"i just might. have you found a book to read?"

"yeah." you blatantly responded, revealing the book that was in your hands. showing him the title of whatever piece of literature you were able to put your hands on.

"really, 'the cat in the hat?'." neil arched his eyebrow with a smile.

you laughed at his response and at yourself. it was maybe a bit silly, reading a children's book. but you couldn’t find anything else.

"yeah! nothing could go wrong with a dr. seuss book."

"if that's all your brain could comprehend i totally understand you, (y/n)."

shocked with what just came out of neil's mouth, you shoved his arm with faux hurt and a loud laugh. you're sure there are people watching the two of you and are giving you weird glances with how rowdy the both of you are being. you pulled your eyes away from neil to look at the selection of books once more, and another title caught your eye. repeating the same action from earlier, you took it out from where it was sandwiched.

"would you rather read this one? 'how the grinch stole christmas', it's perfect for someone like you. you could play the grinch."

"i will as long as you play max."

the pair of you were in another fit of giggles, teasing each other about ridiculous other things just to get a reaction out of the other. at this rate you're going you'd probably never be able to buy a new book to read before lunch.

"i think i'll just read 'the lord of the flies', no snide remarks neil."

"i wasn't planning on saying anything!"

"yeah ok. you go on outside, i'll be the one to pay for the books."

"it's alright, i'll wait for you."

to anyone who isn't close friends with the both of you, this could be easily misinterpreted as an interaction between a couple. but you assure them that you're just friends. moments like these however, constantly keeps you awake at night questioning if you still see neil as a friend or something more. you hated thinking about it, since you might just be giving meaning to things and you'll wind up hurting yourself in the end. why are feelings so complicated?

the clerk handed you your change and waved you off goodbye. the pair of you scuttled out of thr bookshop and into the slightly-chilled streets.

"where should we go next?" you looked at neil, hoping that he'll suggest you two visit the new cafe a few blocks down. you were a bit hungry despite doing nothing, but you were still hungry. and thank heavens neil knows you like the back of his hand.

"you wanna stop by the new cafe? the food on display always looks amazing whenever i pass by."

"brilliant idea! best decision you've ever made, neil. i must say. truly commendable."

side by side, you started walking on the pavement with your hands in each of your own pockets, respectively. neil was keen on striking up another conversation, judging by the brand new topic he had brought up seemingly out of nowhere. but you weren't complaining, you loved talking to him. that you couldn’t deny. and while the world continues moving on, your journey towards the cafe was a foot.

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[loumauve]

I'm back in your ask box (I live here now. With a keyboard cover. Which type is up to you.) to ask about the Steam (and irl) library! Which short(ish) game(s) you own would you recommend for their emotional impact, and what makes them so special to you?

happy 2+ year anniversary to this ask

short(ish) games with emotional impact.. hm

I do own all of these on Steam, but quite a few I've only played on other platforms like Epic or PS. in alphabetical order:

Calico just a comforting game tbh, so the emotional impact is me chilling the fuck out for once until I get obsessed with getting all the achievements that is. sucks bc one of them is still bugged

Gone Home if you've played it you know why this is on here, no spoilers from me. first game I played where you have to control a camera, lol. my old lenovo laptop could barely run it so I didn't get to play all the way through until after I'd gotten a PS4 and played HZD

If Found... if you haven't played it yet please do. this one fucked me up in a good way. it has an interesting core game mechanic that may not be for everyone but the story, OST and the visuals hit hella hard

Journey I think just about everyone has either played it themselves or watched a playthrough by now. A+ storytelling, visuals and soundtrack. will make you sob your lil heart out time and again. if you want to watch a silly-ass-delightful stream please watch this Secret Sleepover Society stream VOD

Kena: Bridge of Spirits on the longer end of things but compared to other titles of this scale I did get through it pretty quickly so it goes on the list (I don't care. I just love it a lot and I think more people should play it) the story in this one, once again, hits hella hard as does everything else. I don't understand why it's not more talked about, tbh. especially on tumblr

Luna The Shadow Dust a puzzle game which you wouldn't expect to leave such an impact, but somehow it does. (for me anyway) I haven't managed to finish it yet bc I have idiot brain disease, but I did watch some playthroughs and it gets even better so I feel confident that it would affect me just as much if not more if I was playing it myself

Moon Hunters Moon Hunters OST is top notch. there's one song (Guilty Moon) that I can listen to for hours on repeat. but the story elements are also really nice as well as the visuals

Ori and the Blind Forest / Ori and the Will of the Wisps Ori is one of the first games I really really found myself wanting to play. I watched an "Ori movie", which was basically the story condensed into a youtube video, and fell in love with it. turned out my laptop could not run it big surprise after stuttering through Gone Home, I know (the only game it would run at the time was Sunless Sea but that one's too long for this list. otherwise it would be on here) anyway. I did end up buying my first proper laptop just so I could finally play Ori myself and oh boy.. everything about Blind Forest makes me want to weep (and I do. frequently lol) and Will of the Wisps has been a top notch sequel even if I have yet to finish my playthrough (I know the story though so I know I'll get absolutely wrecked once again)

Sable a recent addition to my personal list of all things perfection (bugs and all) it's chill, you could do nothing all day if you wanted (and I sometimes do) but even just the visuals alone make me feel shrimp emotions so this is a definite forever fave same as HZD is. I've heard the original XBOX? version is fine, but PC and PS5 (which I played on) are hella bugged, which sometimes kinda breaks the immersion, but there's workarounds and it's so worth playing anyway. 100/10, A+, do recommend

Stray cat game with important and impactful storyline as well as visuals, characters, sound design/music - what more is there to say. (Clementine my absolute adored, she is the coolest and has by far the coolest flat. 100/10 would move in there immediately)

What Remains of Edith Finch I think this is far more well known these days than when I first played it. I've played through it a bunch of times on PS4. there's a section that rips my heart out every time, I think I may have posted a little snippet of it ages back.. hm YES! FOUND IT I had to learn how to record videos on PS for this!! and also how to edit them

for the more visually-inclined folks: have some game cover images as well:

[crescent--moons]

Playing Veilguard kept giving me the OT Mass Effect vibes in many ways and since the last time I played was when the LE released I thought "why not just go back and do a full run again?"

Welp, now I'm in full ME brainrot mode with a thick layer of nostalgia that I can't shake off (Kinda expected it though lol). Decided to do something different this time though, and played as mshep all the way through 1 to 3 and absolutely loved it!

I cried like a baby at the end (Again). I've been replaying the OT for the past 13 years and the ability the series has to inflict emotional damage on me is unparalleled lol

So here is a list of my thoughts, laughs and tears, basically my feelings old and new cuz I need to dump them somewhere lol

(Although the OT has been out for a long time, since the LE was released I've noticed a substantial amount of new players consistently popping up which is awesome, so spoiler warning just in case)

- Mordin still remains unbeaten as my favourite overall character (love the layers to his personality and the redemption story arc is chef kisses)

- Thane, Liara and Kaidan are still my top 3 romances

- Shep & Grunt's dynamic is awesome and hilarious (especially in ME3)

- Biotic charge my beloved

- The way Garrus says "by the goddess" when poking fun at Liara at the party STILL makes me bust a lung

- Mshep looking at VI Mira on Noveria and asking deadpan "why do you look like a librarian?" Took me tf out

- The sequence showing the Normandy SR-2 for the first time in ME2 STILL makes me tear up

- The OT soundtrack is fantastic (No, I don't listen to the Noveria track on repeat, why do you ask?)

- Playing all 3 games with mods was great

- Tali saying Emergency Induction Port is STILL one of my favourite moments

- Javik and the Airlock is the best duo in the Milky Way

- "I am Commander Shepard and this is my favourite store on the Citadel" is forever iconic

- Shep being a Hamster owner and lover speaks to my soul

- Saren and The Illusive Man are still my favourite antagonists (Honourable mention: Shep's clone)

- Aria saying "I am Omega" for the first time is top tier cinema

- Destroy is still the choice I prefer out of the three vanilla ones and I always thought that once the extended cut was included, the ending was fine (might still be a controversial take, dunno and don't care tbh)

- HOWEVER now that I have the happy ending mod I'll never go back lol

- Default mshep is too handsome for his own good and Mark Meer's voice fits the face so well like- *faints* I should have given mshep a shot years ago already lol

- ME3 opening sequence up to the title screen is STILL one of my favourites across all gaming (yes, I cry every time pls help)

- Still not sure if bringing Shep back in a future game would be a good idea (too many strings attached imho) Probably best to keep them as the legendary "The Shepard" and let them rest (is this controversial too? Dunno, don't care)

- "Ah yes, "Reapers". We have dismissed that claim." has been living rent free in my head since the day I heard it lol

- I've always liked both Jack and Miranda but since this last playthrough I really grew to love them (might be an age + wisdom thing on my part lol)

- Planning on shaking it up again on my future replays and going for femshep romancing Jack (thank you mods lol) in one playthrough and finally commit to a full Renegade shep on another

- I should go

[silverware-is-interesting]

You got mail

Hey uhh I wanted to remind you about the job you took and how it works around and how the crew moves

The new company robots do tend to move around at night mostly kinito there may be a chance of him asking you questions on your computer but I left an answer sheet just in case if you get questions about kinitos origins the rest of the questions are easy to answer but someone died once from answering a personal question something about “a new future and forever fun” i really don’t get it

Sam is probably the most confusing out of the two he usually plays the drums when jade and kinito aren’t around but tends to get aggressive when the same song plays in the background I suggest to change the song once he hits every part on the drum making noise might make it impossible to hear the others move if his drum breaks except him to be at his house with jade they hang out time to time

Anyways I heard strange rumor about the last guy he wad found dead one day his whole body was mangled and was hard to tell on which worker it was but his picture was covered in a splash of blood and kinda made it easy to recognize I don’t get why the company allows the robots to act this way but either way sales have been rising so I guess we can’t stop them

Jade is also a tricky one she always tries to play songs on her guitar but fails once in a while she carries around broken parts and may go to your desk to ask for help on fixing them one wrong part and uhh… off goes your organs it’s hard to explain

did you just fnaf-ify my au??

actually. i'm alright with this, the characterization for the au is a biit off though so i'll just add what i think a fnaf-esc version of the band au would be kinito is the most accurate, but i think he'd just be at the door asking you things rather than in the computer. the answer sheet is clever though. he'd probably kill you if you don't answer things the way he wants you to though. so you shut the door on him, right? well, yeah, if you shut it on him during the "questionnaire" (or don't answer in a specific timeframe, there's audio ques, voicelines, that let you know when you're running low on time though) he'll go to the other door until your shift is over or he kills you sam is pretty good, but i think his mechanic would be different, since that could be a bit confusing for players or 'employees' i suppose. so it'd probably be different (personality-wise i think he's be the most likely to not mind 1 song repeating) so i think jade and sam would almost switch mechanics almost??

like, sam would still get a bit aggressive and i think jade would get you to fix her guitar (or get her a new one, she probably breaks them semi-regularly) and if you mess up or she gets impatient? you're royally DEAD! sam is basically like a kinda different foxy (think the hide-and-seek section of kinitopet kind of). he just gets visibly more and more upset until you see a drum kit with noone in the seat then you have to find him and try to keep track of him or you get mauled, fun.

i kinda wanna draw these but i need to fix me sleep schedule so i have to do that tomorrow after school. but i'll rb this when/if i do

[uenodivision]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

-> Trick or Treat for Aranai

-> Spider for Shisuta

-> Vampire for Kisouna

Trick or Treat - Do they go trick or treating? If so, with who?

"Do I still go trick-or-treating?" Aranai repeats, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah, sorry to tell you, but I grew out of that when I was 12 or 13, around the same time I got my first bike. Usually, I just go meet up with Sumire and the others and we go to a Halloween party or host our own." Aranai then smirks.

"Other times, we go out and cause our own brand of mischief, especially if it involves a certain bunny cop from Yokohama that we all love to torment." Aranai then sighs.

"And though, it's rare, there are some Halloweens when I'll forego going to any party and instead help collect donations with Shisuta for her church. But those times are few and far between."

Spider - A fairy befriends your character and they give them an unmarked potion. Does your character drink it?

"A fairy leaves me a potion?" Shisuta repeats, turning her head, curious at the question before looking at the screen with a smile.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but this question is taken from the first scene of Act II from the Shakespearean play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, correct? It was one of his most well-known works, and it teaches the lesson of how love can often lead people to act irrationally or make foolish choices." Shisuta gives a giggle before looking back up at the screen.

"To answer the question, I don't think I would partake of the potion, I'm afraid. Not to upset my new, mystical friend, but I'd first have to ascertain as to the nature of the drink they've given me, and whether I'd have a need to use it. I'd still be grateful to them for bequeathing such a gift to me."

Vampire - If they got to be immortal, what would they want to do with all of their time?

"If I was immortal?" Kisouna asks, cocking an eyebrow. She then looks at the screen, a serious expression on her face.

"Before I answer that question, let me ask you something: have you ever heard of or read the book, Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt? It's a young adult's book that I frequently read when I was a teenager, and it delves into the fallacies of immortality. If you haven't read it, I strongly advise looking it up once you get a chance. Once you do, you'll see why the prospect of living forever isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Kisouna then gives a sigh, before looking up at the screen.

"I wouldn't want to live forever. It sounds like a nightmare. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone, no matter who they may be. But... if I had no choice, I assumed I would continue doing what I do now: making this city and country the safest that it could possibly be. Once I've done that, I'll move onto the rest of the world. ...But like I said, living forever isn't something I'd wish on anyone."

[a-pale-azure-moon]

Random TotK Thoughts #5

Sheesh, it's been forever since I made mention of my progress. I'm bumping against the 200 hour mark and I am somehow still not bored. At all. I'm not done with the main story either, though I've found all the Dragon's Tears and done the four regional phenomena. I'm at 143 shrines completed, 83 lightroots found (finally making some progress in mapping the Depths), and 402 Koroks collected (no I am not aiming to find all of those, just what I need to get all the inventory upgrades).

I'll cover my thoughts on the Dragon's Tears in a different post, so this will be primarily about the Gerudo section and what happens when you complete the four regions.

-The Gerudo section started off a bit disappointing with the main obstacle being a sandstorm again, only worse than before. I did get pleasantly startled encountering Gibdos though, given that it's been awhile since their last appearance. Glad that I had a ton of fire fruits on hand!

-I'm relieved that Link no longer has to change clothes to enter Gerudo town, because that got annoying in a hurry when it was still required even after clearing the Divine Beast in BotW. I do miss having the disguise itself though, since he looked very cute in it, plus it was free heat protection even if its defensive stats sucked.

-Seeing the Gerudo hub as a ghost town was great for establishing the creepy atmosphere. And then finding the underground shelter was neat, if a bit predictable. I'm not saying I want the Gerudo to come to harm, but finding out everyone's fine chilling underground does undercut some of the spookiness of the zombie village above.

-Riju got a lot taller. Everyone in this game is taller than Link except for small children (and I think Robbie and Josha?), which is hilarious to me. Her ability is pretty cool, though really none of the other three come close to matching Tulin's utility.

-I really enjoyed the segments where you protect Kara Kara and then Gerudo Town from the Gibdo hoards. They fun and frantic but not in a way that felt overwhelming. I wish there was a way to repeat the town siege to see if choosing different groups to protect different gates made things easier or more challenging.

-I also liked finding and networking the various mirrors in the desert. It felt more in the vein of a classic Zelda puzzle, and then that shot of the Lightning Temple rising out of the sands was appropriately epic. I also liked that you confront the boss outside before she retreats to the temple. That was more interesting than the lame minibosses in the Goron and Zora sections, or hunting down random mooks in the Rito section.

-I'd heard stories that the Lightning Temple was the one most like a classic Zelda dungeon. I can see where people said that, but...eh, it's still definitely a BotW/TotK dungeon. Networking mirrors/manipulating light beams was a nice nostalgic callback, but I thought it was done better in previous games. (particularly the Ikana Canyon/Stone Tower area in Majora) The Temple certainly had a grand scale that I appreciated, but it seemed very empty, and once again it was just a matter of figuring out how to reach certain points so you could use the Sage's ability to activate a device. I finished this dungeon the fastest of the four.

-Queen Gibdo was a chaotic boss that was satisfying to beat but also very annoying, especially since I spent a good part of the fight chasing Riju down. It wasn't nearly as annoying as Mucktorok (thank god), but Colgera definitely sits as the best boss of the four regions, and the competition isn't even close.

-Why did we have to watch the same post-dungeon cutscene four times? There had to be a way to modify this part dependent on whether or not you've completed another region already. I've been craving some new insights or information about the Imprisoning War but each time I got bupkis.

-Overall, I give the whole Gerudo scenario a B+. I can't definitively say that I liked it better than the Zora section, but I liked it just as much.

-Naturally, I had to spend several hours running around hunting for shrines and farming for materials before I returned to Lookout Landing. The whole "evil Zelda" thing is the weakest part of this game's story; even if I hadn't already found all the Dragon's Tears at this point, I was never fooled into thinking this was the real Zelda. I suspect that no one else was either. I wish they'd cut out this thread entirely, or at least re-worked it so it was far less contrived.

-I like that they removed "Zelda" from the blood moon cutscene after this event. That's a nice detail.

-The best part of chasing fake Zelda was that I got to collect a bunch of monster parts quickly. I also found some great weapons scattered throughout the castle that I missed on the cursory pass I did much earlier on (I'm still carrying around the first Dusk Bow I found sometime after I finished the Wind Temple).

-I enjoyed the Phantom Ganon fight. It might've been more of a surprise if I hadn't already encountered him from the Grabby Hands, but at least this wasn't just a bland repeat of those encounters. Liked having all the Sages show up for a Power of Friendship moment too.

-I'm obsessed with the demonic horse Ganon was riding in the following cutscene. I desperately want to be able to tame and catch that beast because it looks amazing. I'd give it an ill-fitting name like Sugarcube and parade it all around Hyrule.

-I've just barely started the fifth Sage quest, in that I found the special clothes and cleared the storm from the sky islands. Since I'm invested in trying to clean up the remaining shrines and lightroots, it'll probably be awhile before I finish this quest. Even with Mario Wonder and the Mario RPG remake looming, I'm still enjoying TotK too much to want to rush to the end. Yes, even after 200 hours. It's going to easily overtake my BotW playtime at this rate, and that's assuming there really won't be any DLC.

[beck-hartman]

How could he not smile when she said things like that? It was impossible. Her touch brought only an increased pull at the corners as he murmured, "in that case, you know I can't tell you no." Pressing his lips to her thumb before giving it a playful nip, he almost laughed as he replied, "baby, I'm never forgetting that incredibly effective etch-a-sketch. --Well, wait, I mean, it could require regular maintenance..."

The mood lifted a little, just for a moment, and Beck clung to it like a life preserver for a drowning man, especially as she laughed. "Yeah, baby, we're gonna be sliding down the banister of that staircase. The adventure never stops." Running this thumb over the back of her hand, he brought in another movie reference, "if you ever do, I'll write it all down and read it back to you." She was the one he loved, that made pictures of her further extensions of that love. He nodded as she got the point, a slight grin returning as he softly joked, "MJ isn't the only artistic one. It wasn't about taking a picture of her, more a picture of something--a state of being. It was so peaceful in that spot, and from that viewpoint, how calm everything was, everything was so sort of stripped down to...the root of perfection, I guess. No shame, no expectations, human and nature in a symbiotic wholeness." He drifted off, shrugging as he probably said more than he should have about a photo they were both trying to forget she'd seen, "I dunno, it's kinda dumb."

He wanted to be her stabilizing force, even when he knew he wouldn't always do or say everything perfectly. He knew how to hold her, that much he was sure he could do. Gripping her tighter as she rested against him, he gave her a kiss to her forehead. "Overwhelms me too," he said softly, "in a good way. It's soul deep, ya know, so it doesn't stay localized to the heart. I feel you everywhere." As he caressed her face, he nodded even though her eyes were closed. "I can do that. This is a forever thing, so really, it's already done."

There was a surge of joy as she laid claim to him, her playful feistiness got him everytime. "You bit it so it's yours?" He teased. Despite how close they could have come to it going away, it still brought a spark back into his eyes. Lights that had gone out coming back on one by one. "Sorry, missed that last part?" He prompted, just to hear her say it again.

Holding her gaze once it returned to him, he was a little surprised she knew that number, mumbling, "huh?" Not that his girl wasn't brilliant, but she wasn't a human calculator either. But then he remembered what she'd said before: Seven months, thirteen days. She'd counted. "Right, of course you know," he admitted. Sometimes it felt like he'd only stumbled into getting her back--that he was so close to losing her forever--then she said stuff like that and he was reminded she had been as aware of his absence in her life as he'd been about hers in his. "Okay," he repeated, filled the confidence he'd just promised to have for both of them.

And then he had to keep talking. Which, in actuality, he did. This would be worse if she heard it from anyone else, like one of the Bella Stanleys of their world. He winced again when she pulled back, not just to look at him but to create actual distance. Technically, more like nine years was caught by what little filter he possessed from brain to mouth. Instead, he just nodded, averting his eyes with a quiet, "that's the one." She also watched them when they were older than that, but again, he had some sense of self-preservation. He didn't need to nitpick, especially when that made things sound worse.

He remained silent, giving her the moment to process. Despite the strong urge to argue something, he didn't actually have a defense for this. No matter how much Camille's husband did suck. "Not really anymore," he answered, debating if he had any ground to be cute but deciding to try, "there's this smokin' redhead that takes a lot of my time now." He dared to find her eyes again. "Just ran into her at the beach the other day, and we shared a joint and caught up. It's honestly nothing you have to worry about, I swear, okay? It was just something stupid for a really short period of time."

"Well, don't be. That's my baby." Shosh said, a little smile on her lips as she cupped Beck's face and smoothed a thumb over his cheek and across his lips. Would she have rather not seen that? Absolutely. But she had, though that didn't have to change anything. He had a past, just like she did. "Of course you don't. I etch-a-sketched you, remember?"

"Yeah, we will. Just you and me. This life and the next," She took his hand, kissing his palm before intertwining their fingers. With his explanation, she nodded, laughing a little and swatting him playfully as he called her hot. "I want to remember every moment with you; I don't want to forget a second of it." And given that was apparently the only picture of a woman in his albums, that wasn't what he had been thinking about with her. "And...that picture seemed to be more about the...aesthetic."

Shosh shook her head as he pulled her hands away from her face because she did not like this new crying thing she was prone to do. But as he pulled her closer, she took in a shuddering breath and rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to ground her. "Sorry, I just get, I don't know, overwhelmed by the way that you feel about me sometimes. Blows my mind a little." She let out a little sigh as his hands came to her face, closing her eyes at the feeling. "Just need you to not give up on me, to keep loving me."

"Good," Shoshanna said with a giggle, "Cuz you're mine." Emphasizing her ownership, she bent her head and bit his shoulder. "I'm glad it turned out to be with you, too. Not all that surprised, but still glad. Cuz I'm yours, too."

With his gentle touch on her chin, Shosh brought her eyes to his again. "Two thousand nine hundred and twenty," She mumbled under her breath. While math wasn't her strong suit, that was a question she knew the answer to off the top of her head. She had done that specific equation more than once. "Okay," Her reply was quiet. Shosh didn't quite know how to respond to him, still trying to believe that she was the person he thought she was. But she was going to be that person. If not for herself, then for him.

As Beck went on to answer her question, she nodded along. "Oh, that's kind of a crazy coincidence." She acknowledged his comment about Aisha briefly, allowing him to continue on. But when he brought up Camille, Shosh had to pull back to look at him. She was too shocked to say anything, so she just listened until he was done. Scooching back some more, she stared at him for a minute before she replied, "Camille? Ten years older than us - who used to watch us when we were five?" That...gave her an icky feeling that she couldn't quite describe. Probably the same feeling he got when he realized how much older Frank was than her.

Shosh held her hands up, needing a second to process what he had just told her. This was someone Shosh was going to have to see around town. It was a relief that nothing physical had happened between them, that would have been an entirely different scenario. And she didn't enjoy the fact that Beck had been flirting with a married woman. And he had clearly seen her somewhat recently if she knew they were together. "Do you guys...hang out a lot?" She asked, fighting to keep her voice calm.

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Bully Sub FTM! Scaramouche/Wanderer X Tall Nerdy Dom! Male Reader Nsfw Modern AU

Warnings: Degrading kinks, fingering, humiliation kinks, semi-public sex, and size kinks

You are a senior in highschool who is about to graduate in a few weeks, but there is one big problem though, you have to deal with the bully who has been bullying you ever since you've first stepped foot in highschool, and that bully is none other than Scaramouche. Scaramouche bullies others as well, but he bullies you the most because he secretly has a crush on you and desperately wants you inside him.

You are taller than him, but that doesn't stop him from bullying you, he wants your attention so bad that he wishes you could just drop your nerdy and gentle giant act and pound his cunt already. Since you are one of the smartest students in school, he'll force you to do his homework and other assignments so he can have some more free time to think about you destroying his cunt while fingering himself while in the bathroom or at home. But you decided to put an end to the constant bullying once and for all.

You were casually drawing on your sketchbook until Scaramouche walked up to your desk before slamming an assignment on it. "Do it, nerd" Scaramouche said while crossing his arms, as if he was expecting you to do what you were told. "No," you said before continuing to draw on your sketchbook, Scaramouche didn't liked the response. He then grabbed your face harshly and making you look at him before saying, "what did you said, nerd??" You then took his hand off your face before replying with, "you heard me, I said no!"

Fortunately there was no one else in the room with you two, so you didn't care how loud you were. Scaramouche then slapped your across the face, making your glasses fall to the floor. This made you very angry, and with great force, you bended Scaramouche over a desk. "Apologize you bitch!" You said, Scaramouche blushed because it was completely unexpected for you to bend him over. "I said apologize!" You repeated.

Scaramouche couldn't remain prideful forever, so he screamed, "fine, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for bullying you for so long, I did it because I like you, and because I wanted you to ruin me!" This confession was music to your ears, you then smirked before whispering into his ear, "oh, is that so?" Scaramouche nodded, "I'll do anything for you, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me Y/N~."

You smirked once more before saying, "strip for me." Without any hesitation, Scaramouche quickly stripped down before he was butt naked in front of you, he was completely flustered.

You could see his cunt getting wet, you then put him on your lap before making him look up at you, "good boy~," you said before rubbing his wet cunt before fingering it. "Mmm~," Scaramouche moaned while still looking up at you. "Are you my bitch?~" You asked while still fingering his cunt, "y-yes, I want you so bad Y/N, I want to be your one and only bitch~," Scaramouche replied.

"Prove it," you said before smirking, Scaramouche then kissed you roughly without any warning before saying, "I would literally let the whole school know that I'm your bitch, I would even wear a collar that has your name carved on it for you~," he added. He really does like you, and the fact that he is letting you have your way with him after being a total jerk to you for so long proves that he is a whore for you.

"Oh, really?" You asked, "mhmm~, I will even wear something bitchy for you everyday~," Scaramouche replied while grinding on your fingers. "Will you stop bullying me?" You asked, "hmmm, I will, if you fuck me everyday~," he replied. You smirked before saying, "deal." Typical Scaramouche, am I right? But hey, he's offering his body to you, so there's no reason for you to turn down on the offer.