#about 20 times over while trying to figure out what was wrong with the picture

[reiderwriter]

🔐 Password Protected 🔐

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Requested: "Hii Kacie, may I put in a request of a NSFW prompt? Any plotline or back story is fine I trust your talent :"> Reader's boobs/asscheeks recoill during sex turning Spencer on even more "I wish you could have my view right now" he grabs the phone to open the camera app."

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, DubCon Hidden camera, dry humping, free use, soft to hard Dom!Spencer, sub! Reader, creampie, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, implied oral sex, implied bondage, implied somno, pictures/ photos, degradation (slut, whore etc,) and pet names (Princess, sir, angel etc,), nipple play/torture, multiple orgasms.

A/N: Here's my second fic for the CM Kink Bingo 2024~♡ I'm definitely all over the board now, so who knows if I'I hit bingo this year, Imao? Anyways, I hope you enjoy~ And to my dear friend :"^ anon - thank you for your inspiring request.

Masterlist || Bingo Board

With a glorious lull in cases to close over the summer, the biggest mystery in the BAU was “What's in the locked folder on Spencer's phone?” 

The man had made the (technologically inept) mistake of leaving his new phone unlocked on his desk in a bullpen full of criminal profilers. To say you'd all descended like vultures to a fresh carcass was putting it extremely lightly.

“What apps does he have? Five dollars says there's a dictionary app,” Emily joked, leaning over Morgan's shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the screen. You were similarly perched at his other shoulder. 

“He can probably recite the dictionary himself, and I don't think he'd know how to download apps,” you scoffed, scrolling up in the phone yourself to the app page. 

“There's got to be something good in the camera roll, right?” Morgan said, clicking into it to find some dirt on the much too innocent Spencer Reid. Which is where you'd found quaint pictures of the sky, some pages from a book and the folder. 

The one with a little lock on it signalling the boundary. Spencer had figured out how to use a locked folder - you'd be impressed if you weren't so curious about what was inside. 

“Placing bets, people? My money is on work documents,” Morgan chuckled, losing interest swiftly in the phone and pressing it into your hands. “It's not like the kid has a lot going on romantically, right?”

You kept your mouth shut as the others nodded in agreement. While Spencer Reid may not have anything romantic going on officially, he definitely had something sexual going on. You'd been in his bed five of the last six days, losing count on the amount of times he'd fucked you into oblivion, using your body as freely as he wished, cumming inside of you to finish before washing off all traces of your coupling and cuddling upto you as you slept. 

It wasn't quite a relationship, but dear god, did you never want it to end. You hadn't been so satisfied, so fulfilled (emphasis on the filled) in a long time. 

“What are you doing with my phone?” You heard Spencer question from behind you, and you turned, trying to mask your embarrassment. You really didn't want him to think you were some obsessive not-girlfriend going through his messages, and almost dropped the phone like it was a bomb when your eyes met his. 

“We were just debating what you could possibly have to hide in your gallery’s locked folder,” Emily laughed, clapping the man on the back and smiling up at him. “Help me win $20 and tell Morgan here that you made it accidentally and don't know the password.” 

“Hey, I didn't agree to any bet yet,” Morgan laughed, kicking his feet up on his desk. 

“Only because you know you're wrong.” 

They bickered just long enough to let Spencer take a step closer to you, slipping the phone easily out of your hand and back into his pocket. His voice was low, his mouth close to his ear when he finally sated your curiosity. 

“I think you may want to distract them from this topic, Y/N. I don't think you'll like it if they demand to see what kind of pictures and…videos I have in that folder.” 

His tone wasn't suggestive, but it still lit a fire in your belly with the implication alone. You'd warmed his bed for long enough to know that you were the only one sharing it, but you didn't remember him taking any pictures or videos of you. Shit, had you been so desperate that you'd completely blanked him capturing a folders worth of images of you servicing his cock? 

You took the hunt and stepped away from him, picking up a file quickly and glancing over it before turning to Emily. Distracting them with work was the only way to keep them off the scent and distract you must.

Even if it did mean you were inconvenienced with curiosity and lust for the rest of the day. 

When you finally finished work, you practically hammered down Spencer's door, trying to get answers to questions he'd left hung in the air earlier. You were a visual learner, so you dearly hoped he'd answer by simply just showing you what you'd missed. 

“Y/N,” he said, opening the door with a sweet smile, drawing you into the apartment with a slow, honeyed kiss. You felt him smile into you, his touch chaste enough around your arms to still your beating heart. You languished in the kiss as he pulled you on closer, shutting the door behind you as he opened you up to him, pulling you further under his spell than usual. 

“I'm so happy to see you,” he said once he'd pulled away, feathering his touch across your waist, settling his hands in the crook just under your breasts, stroking the bottom of them with his thumbs. You were suddenly glad the man's hands were so large, sure that this one interaction was heaven on earth. 

He almost distracted you from your purpose for coming here. 

Pulling you to the sofa in his living room, Spencer pushed back a strand of hair, hooking it behind your ear as he let you straddle him  wrapping your arms around his neck, your head falling comfortably onto his shoulder as you inhaled his scent. 

“I'm not complaining that you're here, or anything, Y/N,” he said, hands roaming your body and stroking your ass as he spoke. “But did you have something to say? You didn't message before coming.” 

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes before looking away out of embarrassment. 

“Earlier, you…” you started, tongue going dry as he tightened his grip on your ass. He shifted slightly under you and you realized he was grinding his leg up into your clothed pussy as you spoke. 

“Yes?” 

“Your phone…the locked folder, I want to see what's inside.” 

You were sure that he knew already what you wanted before you'd even arrived, but he just smiled at you again, almost too kindly. 

“That's my private business, Y/N. Why should I let you see it?” He asked, looking good a finger under your jaw to make you look him in the eye once more. 

“I th-think… I think there are videos. Of me. I'd like to see them.” 

“Where are your manners?” 

“Please, sir,” you whispered, tipping your head forward, begging him for a kiss. “Please show me the videos.” 

He huffed out a quick laugh and gave you one last peck on the lips before he pushed you off. You sat on the floor between his legs, a position you were so used to being in by now that you wouldn't be surprised to find multiple shots of you sat like this, lips wrapped around his cock, pussy grinding on his shoes. Even the thought of such pictures had you wanting to recreate those memories, you weren't sure what a folder worth is going to do. 

Stretching over to his coffee table, Spencer picked up the discarded phone and unlocked it, flipping through some pages before looking down at you again. 

Stroking your hair, Spencer neatly arranged it before wrapping the same hand he'd been using g around your neck and pulling you gently upwards. You landed back in his lap, but he'd turned you around this time. Instead of straddling him, your back was pressed to his chest, your legs on either side of one of his. He released your neck, instead pushing his hands between your thighs so you couldn't push them together for relief - he already knew your body so well. 

“Is this what you're curious about, Y/N?” He said, finally flashing you the phone screen. The first picture was obviously taken post-sex, and you recognised his bed sheets quickly. Your face hung off the end of his bed, eyes shut as his cum painted your lips, cheeks and eyes, lips parted in a lusty moan. From the angle it was taken at, you could see your breasts swell and your hand disappear between your legs as well, stroking yourself to release.

“Shit,” you moaned, pussy clenching on nothing as it begged for relief. With a hand on your hip, Spencer started encouraging you to rock back and forward, humping his leg as he whispered in your ear. 

“You didn't know about that one because your eyes were covered in my cum. It turned me on more knowing you had no clue I was going to jack off to it later as well.” 

He scrolled to the next image, and in this one too, you seemed unaware of the camera. Your hands were tied to the headboard, and he was fucking you from behind, the shot capturing his creamy dick pulling out of you and the discarded condom on the bed beside you. 

“That was the day we learned how much more you enjoyed being filled with cum than you enjoyed condoms,” he said, scrolling to the next picture. 

“And here's your first creampie,” he said, his spare hand pushing under your shirt, fingers clamping down on one nipple as you shuddered. 

Your pace was faster now, desperately thrusting up and down his thigh. Even through your skirt and panties, you felt your wetness against his pants, knowing you'd be punished later for such unladylike behaviour. 

As if Spencer had ever wanted you to act like a lady. He knew you were a slut and he enjoyed it. 

“The next one is a video,” he said, moving his hand to your other breast and slapping it as you moaned above him. “Do you think you can handle it?” 

“Y-Yes, Sir. Please let me see it, sir.” 

“Okay, but not a fucking noise out of you. I want to hear your screams from the video.” 

You could only silently groan in reply, nodding quickly as he scrolled and pressed play. 

This one was recent, maybe one or two nights ago. You recognised the outfit you'd partially discarded, the shirt that had been ripped open. 

How had you possibly not seen the camera pointed straight at you? 

In the video, his cock was pressed into you, fucking you at a pace most would call violent  but you called heavenly. The focus wasn't on your pussy taking his cock, though, but on your boobs, recoiling and jumping with every thrust. His other hand pressed to your stomach, feeling himself sheathed there, as you moaned desperately. 

“Spen…Spen-sher,” you tripped over your tongue, slurring the words as if you'd been drugged. Your eyelids were heavy, eyes practically rolling back in your head as his hand on your stomach tightened. 

“I think I fucked your brain out, baby,” he laughed deeply, cock not relenting even one second. 

“Your tits looked so perfect,” the Spencer of the present said, pressing the phone into your hand as he grabbed each nipple and tugged them forward, leaving you gasping. 

“And you didn't even realize I was filming it all. I could've done anything to you, anything at all, and you wouldn't have cared. You'd have enjoyed it, and I'd have had the proof.” 

You were soaked now, humping deliriously against his thigh, like a puppy experiencing their first heat, desperate for this feeling to go away and for it to stay and intensify all the same. 

“You were acting so stupid. At one point, I even got you to say hello to the camera, and you didn't remember a thing an hour later.” 

Releasing one breast, he swiped one more time to the left, and you saw the beginning of another video. 

Hitting the play button, his hands returned to your chest, this time pushing up your top and bra and freely clamping down on the nipples as hard as he could. 

What intrigued you the most about this last video was the start. Unlike the pictures and the videos, you weren't in the middle of sex at the beginning of this video at all. 

You were instead laid with your back to the camera - to Spencer - a leg thrown over some unfamiliar sheets. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't yours either. 

Another minute of grinding against his leg, and you recognised the motel room from your last case. 

“Spencer, wh-” 

“Watch and see, princess.” 

The bed creaked under his weight as he climbed in behind you, removing the duvet covers from your body, replacing it with his hands. He made similarly swift work of your pajamas, only bothering to push them down to your knees before pulling out his cock and slowly pushing into you. 

If you weren't so close to another orgasm, you'd probably be shocked that Spencer had invaded your personal space and started fucking you as you slept. But that's what it meant to be his little free use slut. You allowed him access to you anywhere, anytime (including the motel room you'd given him the spare key for) and in return he dropped as many loads of his cum into your pussy as would fit there. 

Watching yourself get violated in your sleep was the last of what you needed to push over the edge. 

You grabbed Spencer's arm, gasping, and you felt him trail kisses along your neck and shoulders. 

“That's it, baby, just hold on a second while I…” he pulled the phone out of your grasp, opening yet another familiar looking app. 

You looked at the screen and found your own bare chest heaving staring back at you. He clicked the red button and forced it back into your hands as he began abusing your tits again. 

“Show the camera, Y/N. Show them how you get yourself off on my leg.” 

You complied, lifting the phone slightly to get the best view of your chest, heaving up and down as you humped his thigh into oblivion. 

Your cunt twitched and you felt fluids rushing out of you, even as your arms trembled. But you didn't let them falter  holding g up the phone to capture every second of your climax, knowing its exactly what he would want. 

“You're perfect, you know that Y/N,” he said, finally kissing the top of your head and pulling the phone out of your grasp as he saved the video into the file you'd been browsing. 

His gentleness was short-lived, though, as he pushed you off his lap and back to the floor. As you caught your breath, ass up on the floor, he took the opportunity to slip his dick out of his pants, and began stroking it up and down, inspecting your pussy with his free fingers. 

“I'll give you five seconds to get ready for the next round,” he said, and you panicked, lifting your legs off the floor. You weren't strong enough, though, or maybe you just didn't want to move. He kept counting down. 

“4….3….2…1,” you heard the predatory grin in his voice as he pushed his foot onto your head, holding your cheek to the floor with one leg. 

“As you wish then, my little slut.” He moved his foot away quickly and pushed inside of you, and your last coherent thought was of the folder again, and how long he'd make you wait to see the video you were about to shoot. 

[jo-speaks]

Hiiiii can I please get 🍬 smut for Quinn Hughes with prompt 1? (Happy birthday!)

warnings: fem! masturbation, fingering (technically??), getting caught, etc.

note: wrote this whilst studying for my finals bc they start tmrw but my brain was in desperate need of a break :)

Waiting for Quinn to get home from practice was always tough. He’d shoot you a text, letting you know when he’d arrive. Sometimes it was right on the dot, sometimes it was later. 

Never had it been earlier though. So you figured you had time to get yourself off. 

He had teased you before he left for the rink, his hands slipping into your panties and as he rubbed small circles on your clit as you had begun to wake up. His touch was intoxicating, your hips instinctively rocking against his fingers, chasing them as you worked together to reach your orgasm. 

However, for whatever reason, Quinn had pulled away at the last second to get up and get ready, leaving you hanging on the bed. 

You had tried to forget about it, trying to go on with your morning as you normally would, but you were getting restless, unable to do your tasks as your mind kept circling back to his early morning antics. 

So when he had texted you that he would be home in about 20 minutes, you got right to work. 

Hopping back onto your bed, the mattress felt just as warm and inviting as it had before. You slipped the cloth off of your body, perching your legs up to give your hand as much access as you desired. The cool, soft pads of your fingertips made contact with your clit, a soft moan passing your lips at the contact. 

You moved your hand against yourself just like Quinn would, your eyes fluttering shut as you pictured his fingers being what was working you towards your peak. Your fingers slipped past your entrance, the size of them being nothing compared to Quinn’s. The contrast in size made you whine, missing the way the length of his fingers hit spots you couldn’t even dream of reaching. 

“Quinn.” You moaned out into what you thought was the empty apartment. 

What you hadn’t realized in your blissful state, was the sound of the front door unlocking and him walking down the small hallway, his ears drawn to the blissful noises that echo through the walls. 

It felt wrong and perverted to stand there and watch you without your knowledge, but the second he heard his name come out of your mouth during your intimate moment, his mind lost all thoughts, his only focus being on the way your fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Thinking of me while you touch yourself, baby?” He chirped, his voice causing you to halt your movements. 

You lay dumbfounded, your fingers going still as you propped yourself up on an elbow. “You’re not…” You cleared your throat, taking a glance at the alarm clock next to the bed, “You’re not supposed to be home yet.”

Quinn smirked, walking over to your side. “Left early. Thought maybe you’d want to watch a movie or something before the game tonight.”

The whole situation was awkward. His tone wasn’t different than when you’d both be sitting on the couch, other than a hint of teasing in it. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

As you shifted to remove your hand from between your legs, Quinn was quick to react. His hand came down to your wrist, shoving your fingers back into you harshly. You cried out at the feeling of him moving it for you, resuming your actions yet they were completely out of his control.

“Don’t stop because I interrupted, pretty girl.” He whispered, “Keep going. Keep pretending it’s my hand fucking you stupid.”

[achilles-rage]

20 from the smut prompt list with buck pls :)

yay soft sex!! i feel like i don't write enough of that<333 (and picturing that with buck is😵‍💫😵‍💫)

number 20 from this post: "gentle comforting sex"

you knew something was wrong when buck came home from work. his usual smile was nowhere to be seen, and he looked deflated; shoulders dropped and head hung in a silent plead for comfort.

you led him right to the table and placed a dinner plate in front of him; knowing when he gets like this, he never remembers to eat. when you're both finished dinner, you lead him upstairs to bed. it's already late, and you figure he could use some sleep, if not some cuddles.

you help him out of his clothes and into some sweatpants, and then after you change into an oversized shirt, you crawl into bed beside him.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask him softly, letting him rest his head on your chest and wrap an arm around your plush middle. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, hoping that some tender touches will do the trick.

"not really." he murmurs, nuzzling his face against your chest, and you nod slowly with a quiet hum.

"what do you want me to do, my love?" you ask, voice just above a whisper. you kiss his forehead as you wait for him to respond, and then he lifts his head, chin resting on your chest as he looks up at you.

"lay with me?" he whispers. you smile sadly, tilting your head to the side as you move your hand from his hair to his cheek, thumb caressing his skin.

"baby, i'm already laying with you." you tell him, and he finally smiles, just slightly, and just for a split second.

he shakes his head as he moves off of you and rolls onto his back, looking over at you expectantly once his head is comfortably on his pillow.

"lay with me." he says again, and you finally understand what he means.

you get up and straddle his lap, then lay your head down on his chest, letting your weight rest on him as his hands come up to your thick thighs.

you know he finds comfort in laying like this; feeling your weight on him and your warm breath hitting his chest. so, you stay put, letting his hands move over your thighs, and your hips, and up your sides, trying to calm himself down.

"kiss me. please." you hear him whisper after a while, voice full of vulnerability.

you lift your head to look at him, then smile as you bring your lips down to his, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him tenderly.

he responds immediately, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth as his grip tightens on your hips.

"need you." he whispers against your lips, kissing you fervently, like you're the only thing that can help him right now.

"what do you need, baby?" you whisper, pulling back to look down at him. you see the neediness in his eyes right away, and your own soften. seeing him like this breaks your heart.

"need you." he says again, pulling your hips down hard against his, letting you feel his hard length pushing against your clothed centre.

"you sure, sweetheart?" you ask him, letting him pull you down, but not moving your hips yet.

"please. i need to feel you." he practically begs, firm grip starting to move your hips in a gentle rocking motion against him.

you nod as you begin to move with his hands, letting out a breathy exhale as you feel him pressing against your clit.

"baby, please." he says again, growing impatient. he needs to feel you now. he can't wait any longer, and you couldn't say no even if you wanted to.

you lift your hips off of him and pull his hard cock from his sweats, pumping him a few times before you push your panties to the side and sink onto him.

he lets out a soft hiss at the feeling of you stretching around him, taking his entire length as he grips your hips tightly.

you lean down to kiss him deeply as you begin to move your hips, swallowing every moan that escapes his lips. you can feel the way his entire body relaxes as you roll your hips against his, and it urges you on, desperate to see his usual, happy self again.

his chest feels tight as he helps you move against him; his body craves your touch, needs the reassurance that you're here with him, and you always will be.

"i love you." you murmur against his lips, feeling the familiar feeling in the pit of your belly as you feel him twitch inside of you.

"i love you- so much." he rasps, moving one hand down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles with his fingers. your sweet boy, you think, even when he needs the comfort, he's still worried about your pleasure.

"don't stop, baby." you pull back from his lips, looking down at him as you move a little quicker.

"i won't, baby, i promise." you tell him, relishing in his shaky moans and low grunts.

"god, i need you." he mumbles, looking up at you as if you're the only thing in the world. he's mesmerized as you move, and he helps with your actions, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips while the other focuses on your clit.

"you have me, honey. you always have me." you purr, leaning down to kiss down his neck to his chest, lips pressing hot kisses to every freckle and scar.

"need you, ahh- need you-" he rasps, his sentence being cut short as he cums, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release.

you follow suit, whimpering softly against his skin as you feel him fill you up to the brim. you slow your hips to a stop, keeping him tucked inside you as you both come down from your highs.

he keeps a firm hold on you as you continue to kiss the expanse of his chest, as if you'll slip away from him if his grip lets up at all, and when you feel his breathing go back to normal, you lift off of him slowly.

"are you okay, my love?" you ask gently, looking down at him struggling to keep his eyes open.

"better." he tells you earnestly, opening his eyes just long enough to look into yours.

"good." you reply, smiling to yourself as his eyes close again and he drifts off to sleep.

[kiemiu]

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝓞𝐧 𝓜𝐲 𝓜𝐢𝐧𝐝

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 3.4k

summary → sae-byeok can't get you off of her mind, and ji-yeong notices. warnings → none.

(beneath the quiet masterlist )

12:39am

𝐒𝐀𝐄-𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃 in bed, her eyes darting across the ceiling decorated with water stains, her fingers splayed across her blanket as she gripped it loosely only to release it, repeating the motion over and over again. Sleep refused to come like it did most nights. Always a lingering reason for why she couldn't sleep. Whether it be the worry of what came next, or the fear of some drug lord kicking down her door because he felt cheated for betting on the wrong girl. No longer was it the acrid scent of bleach seeping in from the locker room next to the employee break room that kept her awake. No, she had long since gotten used to the lingering chemical smell after late-night cleanings at the gym. What kept her from drifting off was the persistent image of you occupying her thoughts.

Sae-Byeok turned to lay on her side, exhaling through her nose as if that would expel the unwanted warmth creeping into her chest, her body exhausted but her mind refusing to quiet. The sheets felt cool against her skin, and the muffled hum of the gym’s old ventilation system filled the silence.

She exhaled sharply, jaw tightening as she shifted her position once again. It was pointless to pretend otherwise. What kept her from drifting off was the persistent image of you occupying her thoughts.

It had started with a simple observation—you had looked more tired than usual today. There had been a weariness in your eyes, subtle but noticeable, a heaviness in your movements that suggested you hadn’t been sleeping well. Sae-Byeok had seen it immediately, even when no one else seemed to. She had watched the way your posture slumped just slightly, how your fingers toyed absentmindedly with the hem of your sleeve.

Sae-Byeok wasn't used to something so small and insignificant as you being tired had stayed in her mind throughout the day, it was strange.

But then, there was the bruise.

A dark, ugly mark decorating your arm, just below the sleeve of your shirt. It hadn’t been there before, she knows it hadn't because it wasn't there the last time she visited when you wore a short-sleeve shirt.

Sae-Byeok was nothing but an observer. Catching sight of it while you were reaching for a spoon, her gaze lingered longer than she intended. A flicker of something unfamiliar twisted in her stomach at the sight. Annoyance? Concern? She wasn’t sure, but she hated the feeling all the same.

She should have said something. Asked.

But what would she have said? Who did that to you? Did someone hurt you? She wasn’t sure what answer she wanted to hear nor was she sure if she was prepared to hear it.

Instead, she had stayed silent, only stealing glances when she thought no one would notice. But the image stuck with her long after, the deep purple of the bruise imprinted in her mind like a phantom stain she couldn’t scrub away.

And now, lying in the quiet of the employee break room, she was still thinking about it. About you.

At first, it was nothing but fleeting worry. Until it drifted off to other things. Small details—harmless things. The way your hair shaped the curve of your face perfectly, the way you pressed your lips together whenever you were lost in thought, the way you always smelled faintly of something sweet despite working with 20+ messy children. But then, like a slow unraveling thread, her mind drifted further, past the point of control. Her thoughts drifting from the bruise on your arm, to your big doe-like eyes.

Her heartbeat faltered for just a quick moment as she pictured your soft gaze..

They held an innocence, a quiet curiosity, but there was something else beneath the surface—something deeper, something unreadable. Sae-Byeok had spent too long trying to decipher that look, trying to figure out if it was ever directed at her in the way only she had imagined and hoped you reciprocated.

And then her thoughts drifted to your lips.

Soft. Full. Always slightly parted, as if you were on the verge of speaking but never quite did. The thought slightly unsettled her as she shifted against the mattress, but she couldn't keep her thoughts away from you.

Her thoughts continued to linger on the soft curve of your lips, the way they might move if you spoke her name in the quiet of the night. Would your voice be as soothing as she imagined? Could it lull her to sleep better than the restless silence surrounding her now?

She wondered how they might feel—if they would be as soft and warm as they looked, if they would move slowly against her own in your own quiet rhythm or if you would take her by surprise.

Have you ever noticed her staring at them? At you?

The thought made something tighten in Sae-Byeok’s chest as she turned once again onto her stomach, pressing her face into her pillow as hard as she could in hopes it could smother the thoughts away. But even in the darkness behind her eyelids and in the softness of her plush pillow, she could only see you.

She hated how you haunted her thoughts, and she hated it even more when you followed her into her dreams.

She barely had time to dwell on herself, let alone anyone else, especially someone as insignificant as a “babysitter” or so she told herself.

No matter how many times she’s tried to shut you out, the maddening truth remained—you lingered in her mind every single day, constantly, and it frustrated her to no end.

Yet, even through her frustration, she couldn’t help but wonder—would your presence ease the restless ache in her bones? If you were by her side, would you run your fingers through her hair, whisper soft reassurances, and hold her close, offering the quiet comfort she didn’t know she needed? Would you make it easier for her to breathe, even just for a moment?

She knew you would. You wouldn't even have to try because everything felt easier around you.

The idea sent a shiver through her, a quiet, unfamiliar ache settling beneath her ribs as she released another restless sigh. Lifting her head from her pillow to press the heels of her hands into her eyes, as if she were trying to scrape the image of you out of her consciousness Silently begging in her head for you to stop haunting her..

She didn’t know why this was happening. Why had you taken up so much space in her mind?

Despite all the times she pushed you away, all the moments she refused to acknowledge you, maybe—just maybe—she didn’t want you to leave.

Maybe she wanted you to stay.

And that realization alone terrified her.

Eventually, her exhaustion had won, slowly pulling her under. But even in sleep, she wasn’t free of you.

You followed her there too—your presence slipping into her dreams like a whisper, threading through the quiet corners of her subconscious. It had been that way ever since the night you first opened your home to her. Since the moment you unknowingly carved a space for yourself in the restless expanse of her mind.

You wrapped around her like a warmth she never realized she had been yearning for, seeping into the hollow spaces she had long convinced herself were unfillable. In her dreams, she let herself sink into that warmth, let herself believe—for just a little while—that it was real. That it was hers to keep. That you were hers to keep. To protect, to love, and to hold.

But the morning was cruel.

The shrill blare of her alarm shattered the illusion, ripping her from sleep with all the subtlety of a knife against glass. Reality yanked her back into the cold, fluorescent-lit sterility of the gym, where the air smelled of lingering bleach and steel, and the walls felt just as unyielding as she had forced herself to become.

The warmth of you faded like a dying ember, slipping through her fingers before she could hold on.

The day began early, the world outside still cloaked in the muted hues of dawn. With a hefty sigh, Sae-Byeok began moving through her morning routine with quiet efficiency—stepping into the cold tile of the women’s locker room, the overhead lights casting a harsh glow against the steel-gray walls.

She let the scalding water of the shower wash over her, steam curling around her like a ghostly embrace. It was a fleeting moment of solitude before the day truly began. By the time she was dressed, her damp hair pulled into a loose ponytail, the gym had begun to stir with the faint hum of early risers.

She met Ji-Yeong in the center of the gym, their movements seamless, familiar. There was no need for words—they had done this routine a hundred times before. Together, they moved with practiced ease, adjusting punching bags so they hung at just the right height, their chains rattling softly with each shift.

The mats needed wiping down, the scent of disinfectant mingling with the lingering musk of sweat and rubber. They checked the gear, ensuring every glove, wrap, and pad was in its place, making sure the space was primed for the trainees who would soon filter in.

It was muscle memory now—preparing the gym for the day ahead, partnered with Ji-yeongs usual sarcastic remarks, tossing playful jabs like she was already in the ring.

“Man, you’re quieter than usual today,” she mused, adjusting the last punching bag before turning to glance at Sae-Byeok. “C’mon, throw a dog a bone here. Am I that unbearable without some back-and-forth?”

Sae-Byeok barely acknowledged her. A noncommittal shrug, a flicker of attention, but nothing more. It wasn’t like she was ever particularly talkative, but today, the silence stretched longer, heavier.

Ji-Yeong huffed, stacking weights onto the rack with exaggerated force. “Great. Guess I’m talking to myself now.”

Sae-Byeok let out a vague sound—half a hum, half a sigh—but her mind was elsewhere. Her hands moved on instinct, tightening wraps, straightening mats, checking the gloves lined up along the wall, but none of it really registered.

Because you were still there. Lingering in her mind like a shadow that refused to fade. Even after hours of sleeping and fighting—both physically and mentally, even through the exhaustion that should’ve drowned out everything else, you remained—woven into the edges of her thoughts, slipping into the quiet spaces she had no control over.

She hated it.

Or at least, she told herself she did.

Ji-Yeong, never one to let a shift in mood go unnoticed, finally turned to face her fully, hands on her hips. “Alright, what’s up with you?”

Sae-Byeok blinked, the question pulling her out of her thoughts. “What?”

Ji-Yeong narrowed her eyes. “Don’t ‘what’ me. You’ve been weird all morning.”

“I’m fine,” Sae-Byeok said, too quickly, too flatly.

Ji-Yeong snorted. “Yeah, okay. And I’m a professional ballerina.” She leaned in, studying her closely, as if trying to read something beyond Sae-Byeok’s carefully guarded expression. “Did something happen?”

“No.”

Ji-Yeong didn’t look convinced. “You sure? Because if you’re secretly planning to rob a bank or something, I’d love to be included.”

Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “You watch too many movies.”

“And you dodge questions like it’s your full-time job,” Ji-Yeong shot back, smirking. She nudged Sae-Byeok with her elbow, a playful yet probing gesture. “Seriously though, if something’s messing with your head, you know you can talk to me, right?”

Sae-Byeok hesitated for half a second—so quick that most people wouldn’t have caught it. But Ji-Yeong wasn’t most people.

Her smirk softened slightly, the teasing edge still there but gentler now. “Just putting it out there. In case, you know, someone is occupying your thoughts more than usual.”

Sae-Byeok tensed. The instinct to deflect, to shut down, to deny, flared up instantly. But she forced herself to keep her expression neutral.

“It’s nothing,” she said, grabbing a towel and turning away before Ji-Yeong could see anything crack through the surface.

Ji-Yeong sighed, stretching her arms over her head as she let the conversation drop—for now.

“Alright, alright,” she relented. “But just so you know, ‘nothing’ doesn’t usually look like you staring off into space every five minutes.” She grinned, slinging an arm around Sae-Byeok’s shoulder for half a second before stepping back. “But hey, keep your secrets. I’ll just be here, suffering in silence, tragically left out of whatever’s messing with your head.”

Sae-Byeok rolled her eyes, but a small—very small—smirk tugged at her lips.

Ji-Yeong caught it.

“Ah-ha! Emotion!” she declared triumphantly, pointing at her. “I knew I’d get something out of you.”

Sae-Byeok shook her head, but before Ji-Yeong could press further, the first few trainees trickled into the gym, breaking whatever thread of conversation they had left.

Ji-Yeong stretched once more, shooting Sae-Byeok a final glance before turning toward the newcomers. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

And just like that, the moment passed.

But even as they slipped back into routine, even as Sae-Byeok focused on the day ahead, she couldn’t shake the truth that had been gnawing at her from the start.

It wasn’t nothing.

And no matter how much she tried to push it away, she knew it wouldn’t stay buried for long.

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Hours passed, the steady rhythm of the gym fading as trainees filtered out one by one. The clatter of weights, the sharp echoes of punches meeting pads, the low hum of conversation—all of it slowly gave way to silence, leaving only the faint hum of the overhead lights and the sound of their own breathing.

By closing time, it was just the two of them. Which meant one thing—training together.

Sae-Byeok barely needed to exchange words with Ji-Yeong as they stepped into the ring, slipping into their routine as naturally as breathing. They squared up, circling each other, gauging movements, waiting for the first strike. It was muscle memory now—the sharp snap of a jab, the instinctive dodge, the controlled counter.

But something was off.

Ji-Yeong could tell almost immediately.

Sae-Byeok’s form was the same, her stance solid, her reflexes sharp—but there was a hesitation, a split-second delay in her movements that shouldn’t have been there. She wasn’t fully present.

Ji-Yeong exploited it without mercy. She faked left, then sent a swift jab toward Sae-Byeok’s side, expecting her to dodge. She didn’t.

The impact wasn’t hard, more of a tap than an actual hit, but Ji-Yeong immediately dropped her guard and leaned back against the ropes with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright, what the hell is up with you today?”

Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist. “Nothing.”

Ji-Yeong’s smirk widened. “Oh, it’s definitely something.” She tapped her chin in mock thought, drawing out the moment. “Let me guess…” She snapped her fingers like she had just solved the greatest mystery of the century. “You got a little crush on someone, don't you?”

Sae-Byeok scoffed, reaching for her water bottle, her movements carefully indifferent.

Ji-Yeong, of course, wasn’t buying it.

“Wait—” Her eyes lit up with sudden mischief, her lips curling into a knowing grin. “Is it a boy?”

The sheer disgust that flickered across Sae-Byeok’s face was all the confirmation Ji-Yeong needed.

She cackled, pointing at her like she had just caught her in a lie. “Ohh, it’s a girl, huh?” She nudged Sae-Byeok’s arm, grinning. “Kinda figured. Never really took you as someone who liked boys anyway.”

Sae-Byeok huffed, rolling her eyes as she took a long, deliberate sip from her water bottle, refusing to dignify Ji-Yeong’s teasing with an answer.

“Hey, no shame in it,” Ji-Yeong said with a casual shrug, unwrapping the tape from her hands and tossing it onto the bench. “If anything, you’ve got good taste. She must be cute if she’s got you spacing out like this.”

Sae-Byeok ignored the remark, focusing instead on shutting down the gym for the night. She moved through the gym with quiet precision, her body on autopilot as she wiped down the last of the equipment, ensuring everything was in place before locking up for the night. The scent of sweat and disinfectant lingered in the air, the steady hum of fluorescent lights casting elongated shadows across the mats. She focused on the routine, on the muscle memory of closing down a space she knew as well as the back of her hand.

Ji-Yeong, of course, didn’t make it easy.

She trailed after her, tossing out playful remarks, nudging at the edges of Sae-Byeok’s silence, waiting for her to crack. It was the same as always—Ji-Yeong’s way of getting under her skin, of making her react, of reminding her that she wasn’t as unreadable as she liked to think she was.

And usually, Sae-Byeok would roll her eyes, brush her off, dismiss her entirely.

But tonight, she didn’t mind.

Because even if Ji-Yeong was teasing, even if she was just poking fun, there was something comforting about the way she noticed things. About the way she never pushed too hard, never pried with the intent to unravel, but instead just existed beside her, offering the kind of easy companionship that Sae-Byeok had never quite known how to accept.

She didn’t have to say anything. Didn’t have to spell out the tangled mess of thoughts she refused to acknowledge. Ji-Yeong already understood, in that frustratingly effortless way of hers.

Sae-Byeok wouldn’t talk about the way her mind had been preoccupied all day, about the way you had taken up space in her thoughts without permission. She wouldn’t admit that her usual focus had been shaken, that there was an unfamiliar warmth lingering beneath her ribs, something unnamed and unsettling.

But Ji-Yeong didn’t need her to.

She just threw out her jokes, her playful nudges, her knowing glances—never demanding anything, never forcing Sae-Byeok to confront what she wasn’t ready to.

And somehow, that was enough.

So Sae-Byeok let her talk. Let her tease. Let her existence fill the space where words might have gone.

Because even if she wouldn’t say it outright, it was nice.

Having someone like Ji-Yeong.

Having someone who knew when to push, and when to simply stay.

With the gym locked up for the night, the world outside greeted them with a sharp contrast—the crisp night air wrapping around their sweat-cooled skin, the distant hum of traffic, the neon glow of streetlights casting long streaks of color onto the pavement. The city was still alive, even at this hour, buzzing with movement and voices that blurred into the background like a song on low volume.

The exhaustion of the day clung to Sae-Byeok’s limbs, but it wasn’t heavy—not in the way that weighed her down. It was the good kind, the kind that came from a body well-used, from muscles worked to their limit, from the familiarity of routine.

Ji-Yeong stretched her arms over her head with an exaggerated groan before stuffing her hands into her hoodie pockets. “Food?”

Sae-Byeok didn’t hesitate. “Obviously.”

They fell into step beside each other, the chill of the night a stark contrast to the heat that still clung to their skin. Sae-Byeok tucked her hands into her hoodie, glancing at Ji-Yeong with a smirk. “You’re paying.”

Ji-Yeong scoffed, shooting her an incredulous look. “Oh, come on. You don’t have any more viper money to spare on little ol’ me?”

Sae-Byeok groaned, tilting her head back. “You know how my last fight went.”

Ji-Yeong chuckled, her grin widening as she bumped her shoulder lightly against Sae-Byeok’s. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. But next time, you better win. I have a taste for Korean BBQ, not some sad, gas station ramen.”

Sae-Byeok huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she nudged Ji-Yeong’s elbow in retaliation. “Well, you better start saving up too, then.”

Ji-Yeong clicked her tongue, feigning offense. “Wow. So now I have to treat you?” She sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “I swear, the things I put up with for you…”

Sae-Byeok rolled her eyes, but she didn’t bother hiding the smirk that lingered on her lips.

For a moment, with the cool air easing the tightness in her chest, with Ji-Yeong’s familiar presence beside her, she allowed herself to not fight it.

The thoughts.

The feeling.

The quiet tug of something she wasn’t sure she fully understood.

She didn’t know why you had taken up so much space in her mind—why your presence lingered long after you were gone, why she caught herself searching for you in quiet moments when she should have been focused on anything else.

But maybe… maybe she wasn’t so sure she wanted to fight it anymore.

Maybe, it was something she could get used to.

NEW ENTRY ! NEW ENTRY ! NEW ENTRY ! NEW ENTRY !

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LEE YOO-MI as JI-YEONG

"what's a life without excitement?"

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Spencer Reid - We Shouldn't Be Doing This

Warnings: smut themes but no actual smut, fed!spencer x enemyfed!reader, enemies to something (let u pick babes), insults, angst, one-bed trope (ur welcome)

This is Spencer in the more recent seasons, but you can picture him in your preferred season.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Y/N and Spencer have never liked each other. They are always competing over who's the smartest, who's the most handy with a gun. Yet, when they're sent on a mission and they end up in a motel room with one bed, things get interesting.

A/N: Yall are gonna love this. This is inspired by this. Thank you for that. The girlies are gonna love this one! Thanks for reading <3. Let me know ur feedback! @hereforhalstead thank u for the idea.

I had started working at the BAU for a couple of years. I got along fine with the girls, JJ and Emily. Garcia was my girl, hyping me up and helping me with anything. Most of the boys were fine too, Morgan made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe, Hotch was like a big brother to me and Rossi was a father figure to me. But there is one guy that was very insufferable and the only person in the BAU that I could not stand. Dr Spencer Reid. 

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. Yet he is the most infuriating person I have ever met. 

He didn’t seem to like me too, when I joined the BAU. He looked at me with dark eyes. His hair was always messy, his snarky attitude made me want to kill him sometimes. 

After joining the FBI for about six months, Spencer and I were competing against each other all the time. It didn’t matter if the subject was mentioned, we were already arguing on who was the smartest. He kept making the remarks about his IQ, his eclectic memory and the fact that he could read 20 000 words per minute. 

It didn’t matter what I told him, he kept laying it on thick. He kept trying to prove to the entire world that no one could be smarter than him.

One day, Hotch and Rossi had enough of us screaming and arguing all the time. They sent us on a light care in New Jersey, about a girl who escaped a convicted killer. 

This is just fucking perfect. Now I’m stuck with the encyclopedia. I tell myself. I bet he wasn’t happy too, just by the look on his face. He looked like he was boiling on the inside. His face was red, his hair looking worse than usual and streams practically coming out of his ears. 

We got into a car, driving us to the airport. Total silence filled the car, neither of us daring to start an argument. We got out of the car after a while, heading into the jet and off to New Jersey.

It took about two hours to get there. My headphones were placed on my ears, reading the file of the young woman who escaped. I could see Spencer playing with a coin, not really doing anything. 

When the jet landed, we got into another car. We arrived late at night, meaning the interview with the girl would have to be in the morning. 

The car dropped us to a motel, where Hotch and Rossi had reserved a room for us. The lady in the front desk gave me the keys, both of us walking towards our room in silence. I could feel his stare burning the side of my head. 

As I opened the room, I was the first to see that the room was missing something. 

There’s only one bed.

I swore under my breath. Spencer saw it next, shutting the door behind me. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I heard him say. 

Rossi had planned this, he had to. He planned for us to get away, fix our issues and get back to Quantico like nothing was wrong between us. 

I dropped my bag on the chair beside the window. “This is just wonderful.” I mumbled sarcastically. 

I earned one of Spencer’s glares. “What? You think I want this more than you do?” I look at him, not amused by Rossi’s ruse. 

He drops his bags, taking off his coat and suit jacket. “I would’ve preferred to sleep on the concrete than to share a bed with you. I bet it would be much more comfortable.” 

I scoffed, taking off my coat and dropping it on the chair. “Right in with the fire, mh? You like that, to get me fired up and all ready to insult you. What’s your fucking problem?” I speak with a harsher tone, anger clearly lacing my throat. 

“What’s my problem? You’re an arrogant idiot who barged into the BAU like it was your living room! You’re intolerable, Y/N! You know that?” He practically spit in my face.

“Oh, so now I’m the problem. Please, Dr Reid, tell me all of the remarks you have against me.” I say, stepping closer to him, looking up at his stern face. His breathing has gotten faster, his hands in fists by his side. 

“You’re ignorant, selfish. You only care about yourself and that small head of yours. You try to make yourself smarter than everyone else! Just because you went to fucking Stanford doesn’t mean your Einstein.” He started walking closer to me, anger radiating off of him. 

“What else? Hm?” I whisper, my voice stern and angry. I didn’t care what he thought of me. His opinion was the last thing I cared about. 

“You’re a spoiled little girl who got everything she wanted in her whole life. You got the job, the looks, the money. Everything. You didn’t work a single day in your life to earn all of that.” He grabbed onto my forearms, clenching his fists entirely against my wrists. He had pushed them behind my back, pinning me to the wall behind them. His voice got quieter, still angry and venomous. 

“Fuck you, Reid.” I whisper in his face, my face clearly affected by his words. My breathing has quickened too, my pulse fast and hard in my chest. My cheeks were flushed, the heat of his chest radiating off of me. “You’re telling me this for what, hm? To get me to hate you? Because, trust me, I already do. You’re a selfish prick, who only cares about how smart you are compared to the world. No wonder you can’t get anyone to stay with you.” I tell him angrily, his hands twisting around my forearms, untwisting them from my back and pulling them flush against his chest.

His blood was practically boiling. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes burning with fury. “You better shut up before I make you shut up, Y/N.” He whispered roughly. 

I raised my eyebrow, testing his patience. “Or what? You’ll have me arrested? You can’t do that.” I whisper, close to his face. I don’t think he could’ve gotten more mad than he already was but boy I was wrong. 

He slammed his lips against mine, releasing my wrists to grab my face roughly. His hands claimed dominance on my jaw, sliding into my hair and pulling it. His mouth was engulfing mine, his tongue deep in my mouth. I melted into his touch, his rough hold on me making me release the madness against him. His lips left my lips, melting down to my neck. He left heated kisses, making my head lean back on the wall. His teeth grazed my neck, nibbling it and licking it with his wicked tongue. 

My hands clinged on his chest, the hardness of it under my fingers. His chest flexed under my harsh touch, my hands going all the way to his back and his slutty waist I had been eyeing for months. His breath was hot and sweaty on my neck, suddenly taking a bite into my neck, making me whimper softly. 

His lips left my neck, lifting his head to speak directly on my lips. “I hate you so much that it makes me love you.” He whispered on my lips, kissing me harshly with his hands around my jaw. 

He pulled me off the wall, his hands roaming down to my thighs and lifting them up to his waist. My hands went in his hair, his sharp jaw and all of the hot skin I could touch. 

He sat down on the bed, taking me on his lap. His hands were all over me, on my waist down to my hips and ass. He groped anything he could find. My lips went on his neck, tilting his head to give me better access. I found his sweet spot, making him cry out, moaning into my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Y/N.” His voice was rough and needy at the same time. 

“Everything about you tells me otherwise, Spencer.” I whisper roughly, kissing back up to his jaw, my hips set over his. He pulled my hips flush on his, a gasp leaving my mouth.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath, switching positions to set me under him, his tie falling on my chest. Both of us were hot and sweaty, our breaths labored and heart pounding. His hips were set harshly on mine, feeling every single inch of him. 

I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to my face. “You’re not lying?” I whispered, my eyes fiery but not angered. He knotted his eyebrows slightly. “About what?” He mumbled softer than usual.

“About loving me? Because I would be a liar if I said I didn’t feel the same way.” I spoke softly, one hand tugging his tie and the other touching his jaw. 

“I’m not lying.” He whispered, a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. His gaze softened a little, both of his arms around my head.

“Good.” I whisper, my lips grazing his swollen lips. “Because there’s no going back to before after this.” I whispered, kissing him roughly. My hands on his jaw, feeling the power of it while he kissed me with exploding passion for the rest of night and for the following years. 

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The roommate

Fandom: MCU. Pairing/starring: Bucky Barnes & fem!reader. Word count: 1059. Content: Angst, slight pining, weapons, [Y/N], unbetaed as usual. A/N: Got an idea. Got to writing. Thinking of maybe making a second chapter...we’ll see if it makes sense. Please reblog and comment – it’s fuel!

The roommate

Somehow, it had all gone wrong.

You had just wanted to be helpful and dump the laundry in his room for him so you could wash your own load.

No scratch that, that’s not where it started fucking up.

You hadn’t known he was home. If you had, you’d have knocked. If you’d had knocked, you would have waited with entering until he called out ‘yes’.

If you just had done all that, then you wouldn’t now be faced with a gun.

You still have his laundry in your arms as your mind does loops to figure out how this could all happen to you of all people.

“James?” you manage to eek out.

You like your roommate. Quiet and polite, it had taken a long time before you two became friendly enough to hang out for fun. Then you’d learned that he was good at a lot of things: puzzles and quizzes – he always did the Sunday’s difficult crossword in record time while you struggled with the easy one, he’d sorted the lock on the storage unit in the basement when you lost the key – thus revealing that he liked picking locks, what was most telling right now that there was more to the man was the fact that he had you at gunpoint and only looked mildly apologetic.

“I didn’t think you were home,” he says as if that explains everything. It doesn’t.

“Likewise,” you stammer, eyes fixed on the weapon.

Stepping back, he motions you to drop the laundry on the bed. “You shouldn’t have come in here.”

It’s the first time you’re in the room since you rented it out to him. Now you see how spartan he lives...and you see a desk covered in an arsenal of weapons and passports and stacks of money and...nothing makes sense.

“I’m not...I won’t...” you offer tamely, hoping he believes you.

He sighs. Then he lowers the gun, clicking on the safety.

“Sit.”

Of course you obey, plopping down next to the pile of t-shirts, socks, and boxer shorts that you had tried not to think of him in.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a nagging voice tells you that him lying like this about his identity probably is a breach of the rental agreement so you can keep the deposit. Another voice is trying to draw your attention to the fact that he’s only wearing grey sweatpants – his perfect chest is bare and not even the scar by the stump of a shoulder is enough to make him ugly.

“I know you won’t tell anyone,” he finally says, “because no one would believe you.”

He’s right. No one would. A one armed man would not be a logical criminal...or whatever he is. You glance to the table again. Spy? Assassin?

Following your line of sight, James nods. “Yeah...I guess you’re wondering what that’s for.”

He steps over, places the gun down and picks up a passport that he tosses to you. Fumbling, you catch it and flip it open.

Well, at least he gave you the right first name...it’s the other two that makes it all make sense, though: James Buchanan Barnes.

While you study the picture, you’re vaguely aware that he slides open the closet and pulls something out. It’s only as the whirring sound breaks the silence that you look up and see the infamous prosthetic that turns him into everyone’s nightmare or hot dream: the Winter Soldier.

“I’ll be gone in 20 minutes,” he says flatly.

“Why?” you blurt out, surprising yourself just as much as him.

James narrows his eyes at you. “I figured you wouldn’t want me and my...gear around.”

“I...don’t think I mind...I mean...you’re one of the good guys, yeah?”

You’ve seen the news: Falcon is the new Captain America. The Winter Soldier is his menacing sidekick.

Maybe James haven’t watched the same shows as you though, because he cocks his head with a bemused smile. “I’m sure there are differing opinions on that.”

“I’m sure there are people who hate me too but that doesn’t mean I’m bad,” you counter, now more sure of yourself. “I don’t mind you staying...kinda makes me feel even safer than it already did.”

“Technically it shouldn’t.”

“You can actually protect me if there’s a burglar or something,” you point out.

He lifts a finger and opens his mouth before lowering the digit again. “Okay. True.”

“Good. Then you stay,” you decide.

You glance at the picture in the passport one more time, realizing a bit too late that he might have scoped out the entire place – including your room – to feel safe here. And if he’s been to your room, then he might have found the pictures on your vanity...one of which is a young Bucky Barnes in uniform and looking cocky.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you mumble, tossing the passport back as you get up.

He doesn’t stop you but he does follow as you shuffle out of his room and head down the hall to yours. You’re loath to open the door with him there, knowing that the vanity will be in view, but you have to get to that picture and hide it just in case he hasn’t seen it yet.

“[Y/N]...” his voice is low. Humming. “Do you know why I took your offer even if the rent isn’t the lowest in the area?”

You’ve stopped with the hand on the door handle. “No?” You don’t dare to turn.

“Major in history, minor in politics...your thesis was on the impact of the serum in the arms’ race,” he quietly explains, “but you never lost sight of the person embodying it.” Cool fingertips land on your shoulder. “I’ve done my research...and I’ve gone through every nook and cranny of this place more than once.”

You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “Every nook and...?”

“Every surface.” Gently turning you, he has to lift your face up with a finger under your chin. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize earlier.”

“You look different with the hair and beard and...yeah...”

You can hear how lame it sounds. Sure, you’d liked that there were some similarities but you’d never allowed yourself to entertain the idea that he might be the very same guy.

“Let’s get takeout and find a bottle of wine or two and talk,” James, Bucky, offers.

“Sounds good.”

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Could you write itadori with reader, who is very insecure about their body

Omg yes!! My first ask, I'm so hyped.

Yuji and a Reader who is insecure about their body

~You have doubts. Yuji doesn't~

CW: Reader is insecure about their body.

Word Count: 664

Yuji is aged up in this, somewhere in his 20s.

Reqs are OPEN! Send me an ask with your ideas. You can see what fandoms I write pinned on my page.

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Bodies were strange. They came in so many different shapes and sizes, endless shades of skin and hair and eyes, creating something so unique that no person looked quite the same. Sometimes… sometimes these traits combined perfectly, creating perfect people.

“Babe?”

From your place in front of the mirror, you jumped, squeaking. Whirling around, you saw Yuji, standing outlined in the doorway.

“Hey, Yuji,” you said, mustering up a smile. You took a step back from the mirror, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Speaking of perfect people, you thought, eyeing Yuji up and down, your boyfriend was one of the best. Born with a genetic jackpot, Yuji was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on. While he was thinner and gangly in his teen years, at least from the pictures he had shown you, his twenties had done him well, filling him out until he was perfectly proportoined. His cheekbones were sharp, face model-worthy, and when he smiled he caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was no other way to describe it; Yuji was stunning, and you… well, you weren’t.

Yuji drew closer, taking in the drawn curtains, the dimmed lights. The mirror. “What’s up?” he asked, eyes tracking over your body.

You grimaced. While you adored Yuji, there was always another emotion hidden deep underneath your love. Something was waiting for the other shoe to drop, because for as long as you had been with him you couldn’t figure out why he’d give the time of day to someone like you. Compared to Yuji, you were subpar.

“I was just-” you tried to come up with an explanation, something that would dull the curious look in his eyes, but your mind fell flat. “I was looking,” you finished lamely.

Yuji only hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in to kiss your temple. You slowly turned around til your back was pressed against him and you were facing the mirror again. Yuji hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching both your figures in the mirror.

You were watching too.

With the both of you reflected in the mirror, your previous thoughts were only brought to light. Yuji was beautiful, and next to him you were like the ugly duckling. You folded your arms across your chest, if only to hide a little more of yourself. Maybe Yuji wouldn’t notice.

Right when you were ready to squirm out from his hold, Yuji spoke up.

“Ya know,” he mused. “I think we make a pretty cute couple.”

It took your brain a moment to catch up, but when it did, you blinked. “Really?” you asked, craning your head up to try to catch his eye.

Yuji nodded. “Of course! I mean, you’re definitely better than me when it comes to the looks department, but I think I’m pretty close.”

“Oh.” To your horror, you felt your throat tighten, and tears started to well in your eyes. Before they could fall, you turned and buried your face in Yuji’s chest, but it was too late. Yuji had seen your eyes well up in the mirror.

“Babe?” Yuji sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”

Sniffling, you nuzzled deeper into his chest. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Oh, baby,” Yuji said. “Of course I do. I think you’re perfect.”

Your throat caught on a sob, and Yuji shushed you gently. He started to run his hands down your back, over your hips, up your arms. He whispered sweet nothings in your ears, while in-between he pressed kisses on top of your head and brow. He cradled you in his arms, guiding you towards the bed where the two of you layed down together, your head on his chest. He ran a hand carefully up and down your spine, still talking all the while.

You held on to him tightly, fisting your hands into his shirt. “Thank you, Yuji,” you whispered. It was too quiet for anyone but the two of you to hear.

[shaunamilfman]

Jackie Taylor with an s/o that plays video games

pre-crash headcanons

Jackie Taylor is for sure a hater of any hobby you have. Why would you want to have a hobby when you could just watch her being pretty?? 

she’d definitely approach this with the intent of getting you to stop playing and pay attention to her at first. she’s laying all over you absolutely astonished that you’re still playing video games while she’s there. You seriously have a pretty girl in your lap and still want to play minecraft?

She’s realizing the error of this plan as you assume she’s interested and start explaining what’s going on in your game. It wasn’t her intention, but she figures at least this way you’re still paying her attention. She’ll get what she can get.

Jackie would end up getting really interested in the story line and would get upset with you if you even thought about playing it without her. she asks you so many dumb questions about game mechanics and makes you go through every single dialog option that it takes you like 40 hours to finish a 20 hour game

Jackie would get really into competitive games on your behalf. like she'd sitting there cheering you on like she's watching a fucking soccer game. Jackie buys you headphones with a mic so she can start shit talking people you play against. she gets really into the spirit of the competition man. 

Jackie talking about you embarrassing her after she shit talked everyone and you died like 3 minutes in lmao. all “how could you do this to me 😔” and shit. i just know Jackie Taylor would be an absolute menace on a mic regardless of if you had the skill to back it up

it's even funnier because she'd be so so bad at it herself. Jackie blows herself up with her own grenade like every time because she hits the wrong button. pouts and gives up after one round. isn't she dreamy?? 🥰🥰

Jackie trying to get into playing games but it's just her running around frolicking in the tall grass and handing you the controller whenever she had to fight someone

speaking of which I just know she went out and bought the pink controller. your black controller was not cute enough for her 

Jackie looks up guides for you whenever you get stuck on something. you think it's sweet but she just gets bored easily

Playing Minecraft with Jackie but all she does is build the house and accidently screw you over. Jackie moves the bed while your gone and completely fucks your spawn point up. Jackie's just like “i wanted to put carpet there 😔” Jackie also dies from falling off the house at some point and is at spawn getting farmed by mobs till you come get her. 

Jackie has you off in the mines for days because she wants an iron block accent wall. she only ever wants the expensive blocks I just know it. she's building your house out of the wood block instead of the planks, and she'll be damned if she's gathering those resources herself

Jackie taking your diamond armor to wear while she builds the house because “it's prettier than iron 🥰🥰.”

You come back from a long day of mining and Jackie wants to show you the heart shaped leaves on the trees that took her an hour to do. 

Jackie's house gets blown up by a creeper and she's beside herself over it I just know it

you make the mistake of showing Jackie the Sims because you think she might like it. she's obsessed immediately. 

she plays it on her regular laptop and it sounds like an airplane taking off 

Jackie has a painstakingly perfect recreation of your place with you guys in it, and she will make this your problem

sim you cheats on sim Jackie and she won't speak to you for days. she texts you a picture of the notification like “wowwwwwww. okay.” it does not matter to her that it was a video game lmaoo

catching Jackie recreating a girl who flirted with you so she can lock her in the pool to drown

Jackie picking your outfit out one day and you're just staring at her suspiciously

"what? 😁" / "these kind of look like the outfits you put us in your game" / "pffff. whattttt?”

you'll fall asleep to Jackie playing it and wake up and she's still there. it gets so bad you and Shauna have to stage an intervention. 

Jackie gets pissed whenever your character can marry/date another character. She found out you married Haley in Stardew Valley and still glares at you whenever she sees a coconut. “why don't you go tell your WIFE 🙄.” my petty queen. 

trying to get Jackie to play a resident evil game but she cries like ten minutes in because she's so stressed/scared from the background noises. three creek floor noises and she's gone. hasn't even gotten in the house yet 

Jackie grows to really love the fact that you have a hobby she can also enjoy/participate in with you. Jackie loves to spend all her time and energy with you, even if you aren't giving her your full attention like she'd prefer. 

Jackie makes you pick all the nice dialog lines because she'll get upset if your character is mean. She has such strong opinions about dialog choices that she'll argue with you for like ten minutes over why you should pick a certain choice even though it has absolutely no impact on the story

Jackie definitely cheats at choice games and knows all the possible consequences for every single choice. you go to steal a candy bar or something and she's like “NOOO!”

slightly unrelated but Jackie would totally pick bae>bay without hesitation. Everyone in the town is dead? small price to pay for lesbians

going feral over the idea Jackie Taylor sitting across your lap scrolling on Pinterest while you have your arms around her holding the controller as you play

[spaceistheplaceart]

Body Swap - The Exorcism Part One

finally done... ough. its really hard to make shigeo emote just the right amount... hes such a deadpan boy its hard to have variance over the panels

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SUMMARIZED ID: Reigen gives Mob a pep talk about speaking to other people and tells him he just has to gain experience by training his social skills. Mob is at 50% progress towards his explosion. They arrive at the clients house and Dimple leaves due to the powerful spirits inside. FULL ID UNDER CUT

START ID:

(This is a body swap, so I'll be referring to the characters as who they actually are but keep in mind that Reigen is in Mob's body and vice versa.)

"Reigen is speaking to Mob,his hand is on his shoulder and he's holding up one finger while speaking. Reigen says, "There is no set way to get along with other people. Because every person is unique- what might be the right thing to say to someone, could be the wrong thing for somebody else, understand?"

Mob looks at Reigen with a slightly awed expression. Reigen continues, "The best you can do is try to treat people with the same kindness you'd want for yourself."

Reigen smiles and leans over a bit, putting his free arm up on his knee that's perched on the curb. His other hand is still on Reigen's shoulder. Dimple is sitting to the right of Mob on the curb, with two little legs dangling over the edge. Reigen continues, patting Mob on the back. "More than likely, they're feeling just as awkward as you are! Nobody's got it all figured out- it only seems that way because you're not seeing the bigger picture of their lives."

Reigen holds up two fingers, smirking confidently. "People who are really good at talking to others benefit from common sense and experience." He gestures his hand out and shrugs a little dismissively. "And while you don't have common sense," He points at Mob, smiling widely again. "You can get experience!" He places his hand over his mouth in thought. "You're still in that exercise club, right?"

"Mhmm." Mob replies. Reigen points at him. "How much can you lift right now?"

Mob looks a little embarrassed, averting his eyes with a slight blush on his cheeks. "mm... 35 pounds."

"And how much could you lift when you started?" Reigen asks. Mob looks back to him, eyebrows raised slightly and a sweatdrop on his cheek. "20." He answers.

Reigen beams and holds up a finger, gesticulating. "That's a huge improvement, right!? But that's only because you trained everyday."

He tilts his head slightly downward, lopsidedly grinning, and confidently looks at Mob. "You have to train your social skills too, remember that."

He continues, "Hey, why don't you start helping me with consultations every once in a while? We can start small."

Mob's lips are slightly parted and he looks at Reigen in slight awe. "It's like training...?" He thinks to himself. He smiles, eyes shining and nods. "Yeah."

PROGRESS TOWARDS EXPLOSION: 50%

A transition panel of the top of a taxi, just showing the 'taxi' sign on the top of the car as speed lines go across the panel horizontally.

Mob and Reigen stand outside the clients house. It very boxy in shape with a square roof and garage. The windows are in triplets and shaped like rectangles. There is one small tree in front of the house. The double doors are framed by an angular archway and are dark. Above the archway is a semicircle window. Outside is a square, brick, fence.

Reigen knocks on the door. Hiroto opens the door. Reigen looks up at Hiroto, the camera angle makes him seem smaller. He is smiling up at him with his customer service smile. "Good evening, Mr. Hiroto!" Reigen greets.

Hiroto crouches down, hands on his knees, and smiles at Reigen. "Good evening, young man. You're right on time!"

"Come on in." He continues. Reigen keeps his smile, but it's tighter and strained now. There's an angry pulse symbol on his forehead. He heads inside with Hiroto. Mob stays stood outside.

Mob looks behind him at Dimple, who is floating away. "Dimple? Are you going somewhere?"

Dimple turns to Mob. "Yeah. I can tell there's some pretty powerful spirits in there so... I'm gonna steer clear for now."

He shrugs, smiling in a lighthearted manner. "Would've been fun to see Reigen try to use your powers, though!"

"Oh." Mob says.

Dimple's lightheartedness lessens and he looks a little unsure. "But... uh... if you need me... you know how to reach me, right?"

Mob nods, smiling slightly.

Dimple floats off, waving behind his back to Mob. "Alright, good luck. And don't let Reigen get your body killed! You don't wanna be stuck looking like that forever, ahaa!~"

END ID

[lucy90712]

By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on. 

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears. 

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle. 

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether. 

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now. 

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up 

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied 

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said 

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said 

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said 

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said 

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained 

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented 

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure 

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile 

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously 

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said 

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

~~~~~~~~~~

3 months later 

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up. 

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all. 

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said 

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said 

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said 

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

4 months later 

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around. 

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase. 

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while. 

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt. 

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked 

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said 

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said 

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off 

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said 

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said 

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been. 

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said 

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked 

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied 

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested 

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said 

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said 

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around. 

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room. 

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds. 

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said 

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled 

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed 

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said 

[deepwithintheabyss]

20 with dicktim please?

Oct 15, 2023

Would you believe me when I told you that everything for this was already written (probably even still in 2023 though could also be at the start of 2024) and it just needed some edits and a different outlook? At the time I found it lacking but now I like what I have

Prompt: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you” Words: 1243

Ask Game

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you” Dick breathed into Tim’s hair. Tim only grumbled and shifted in his sleep, pressing close to Dick.

“Come on” Dick coaxed gently, shaking his sleeping figure softly.

Tim grumbled some more, clearly trying to cling to sleep but failing. One eye opened up to glare at him, but the heat of the gaze was tampered by the haziness of sleep still clinging to him. Inwardly, Dick cooed at the fact that Tim felt safe enough around him not to spring to immediate attention at the slightest disturbance. 

Another shake, this time purely because he could, “come on rise and shine pretty.” 

“Wazzit?” came the half asleep question. 

“Breakfast,” Dick urged gently squirming out of Tim’s grip to stand up, “don’t want it to get cold after I did all the work.” He flashed a smile at Tim over his shoulder as he walked to the dresser to sort out clothing for Tim to wear. Who was, adorably grumpy and sleep mussed as he started to sit up. Some dried spit clung to the corner of his lips and cheek and his hair was pressed flat on one side. 

Dick wanted to eat him just right up, but they had plans, so that would have to wait. 

He watched as Tim stretched, a sliver of his belly and the fine hair that sat on it exposing before he vaguely stumbled in Dick’s direction. Falling into him and trusting Dick to catch him, than doing anything close to attempting a real hug.

Dick would never exchange these mornings for anything in the world, to see Tim like this after waking up together, so trusting and open with his affection. Uncaring about how he behaved or looked as he went through the process of waking up, knowing he didn’t need to hurry for anything. 

It made Dick want to bundle him up and never let him go. Stuff him into oversized sweaters and blankets to complete the soft drowsy look he had. Beat every criminal up so Tim wouldn’t need to get out at night and could instead lounge on the couch and do whatever he wanted, sleep as much as he wanted and look as much as an adorable boyfriend as he was. 

Instead he gently urged Tim towards the direction of the bathroom, pressing the clothes into his hand and only lingering enough to press a short kiss to his forehead. 

Then he went into the kitchen to set the table and wait for Tim.

Dick was putting the food on the table when Tim finally stumbled in, eyes still half closed in sleep despite him having clearly washed his face and changed clothes. That was okay, Tim liked to cling to sleep as long as he was allowed to, and they were in no hurry to leave. Not yet. 

The smile he got for making one of Tim’s favourite breakfast foods was bright enough to light up the whole room, Dick wasn’t able to resist the smile that tugged at his own lips as he bend down to press a soft kiss to Tim’s lips. And if the kiss lingered and turned out into soft languid making out? Well maybe it was okay for the food to grow a little cold.

-

There had been no warning, nothing to prepare him for what was about to happen. One moment they were walking side by side arms interlocked and deep in a discussion, and the next moment Tim was on the ground, ears ringing, head swimming. Limbs all sprawled over the place and twinging with pains and bruises in a distant way.

When he opened his eyes he was greeted with Dick's face and he only had a moment of relief, before he realized what was wrong with the picture.

Dicks eyes were closed, face slack, blood and dust streaked his face. And the most damming of all, a huge piece or rebar was sticking out of his chest while the rest was buried under concrete.

He scrambled up and closer, hands reaching out and only hesitating for a second before he touched Dick's shoulder.

“Dick please” Tim begged, his voice shaking as much as he was shaking the other man.

Vaguely he knew that he should put pressure on the wound, that he was trained for situations like this and how to handle them. But there was something about this being Dick who was hurt, not Nightwing. Not one of his aliases or in a situation that would have posed some risk. But Dick Grayson out on a date with him, that left him frozen, unable to handle the situation as he should have and dizzy with nerves. 

The ringing in his ears drowned out the screams and cries of people around him, the crackling of fire. He wasn’t sure if Dick was breathing, chest moving up and down or if his eyes were just swimming that much. The cloth he had pressed into the wound was saturating with blood way too fast and there was already a puddle forming underneath Dick's head as well.

-

He doesn't know how much time passes, his hearing and vision filtering in and out. His fingers cold and sticky with blood when he finally looks up and blinks. There's a child crying in front of him. The girls leg is severed and she's bleeding out fast, she needs medical attention or she'll die. Her Mother is lying besides her unmoving and still head squashed beneath stone. He numbly rises upwards, she needs his help or she'll die. Dick is— Dick will be fine, he stumbles around his prone form., but right now there is a crying child that needs him more.

He drifted from place to place after that, helping people he saw and taking note of the ones he couldn't.

He felt disconnected from his body almost as if he was drifting out of it and watching down on the steps he took.

Tim started to wander towards to the sound of sirens as they approached, intent on calling someone over for the little girl and Dick.

-

"What are you doing" he asked blandly, catching the medic by his wrist as he tried to walk away, "Why aren't you helping him?"

The man looks pitying at him and Tim wanted to hiss "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do anymore"

Tim shook his head. No he can't, he was lying.

"He's dead." 

Tim's hold on the guys wrist grew slack, he watched him hurry away to someone else who needed his help.

It was the last thing Tim remembers seeing.

-

“I can’t do this without you” he whispers into the rain.

His knees are dirty from kneeling in the mud, his vacant stare fixed onto the earth where beneath the coffin lies. 

“Please wake up. You promised-” he chokes. His whole body shudders and he sways, curling slightly forwards as if in pain.

“You promised we’re in this together, that you wouldn’t leave me like last time."

The rain keeps on drumming.

"Are you a liar?”

He hunches over, making himself as small as he can get, ignoring how the rain pounds into his back, even welcomes it. His sobs tear through him ugly and painful, stealing the breath from his lungs and making him feel lightheaded. 

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” he whispers

one

last

time.

[hopelesswrites]

Midnight - Joseph Quinn pt. 4

You start healing your heart.

18+ MDNI

(FINAL PART aaah sorry it took so long, let me know what you think, i'm happy with it, feels good to give them an ending)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It had been months since you last spoke to Joe, the only tabs you kept on him were unwillingly through the media. Fans had named you another ‘unknown fling’ which the more you thought about it the more you understood. ‘Leave him alone he’s a grown man he can date who he wants’ you’d read next to a picture of yourself latched onto the man of the year.

Your heart hurt less now, the denial and delusion long passed. You and Joe were over, he hadn’t contacted you in almost 3 months. He was off filming another movie, being papped with new girls, you were old news, figuratively and literally.

You were more open to moving on yourself, having been on a few dates.

All was going well, you were healing. About time, too. You had spent a good portion of the year getting hurt by a man who was never yours.

Your flatmate had been rambling on about her work crush while you curled your hair by your vanity. You, only half listening as you tried not to burn your neck.

“How about you?” Her question snapped you back to reality.

“Me?”

“Yeah, seeing anyone? What’s the love life like”.

You shrugged, “nothing exciting, I’m focussing on me right now I think”.

Your flatmate hummed in response, “Good idea”.

By the time you had finished your hair and makeup you had both downed a couple shots of tequila, claiming that tonight was going to be a loose one.

Now in the middle of a beer garden, under a heat lamp, clutching a vodka redbull you wished you had brought a warmer coat, and maybe had an extra shot before leaving the house. Your friend had long forgotten her work crush, opting for a tall gym rat type with an eyebrow piercing across the room. Your three social media feeds you had been flicking through had gotten old about 20 minutes ago and you were prepared to just call it a night when a presence beside you caught your attention.

“You look lonely” The man beside you had your heart skip a beat, he was like Joe, but off brand. Big kind eyes, soft curly hair, lived in stubble and an expensive looking button up tucked into equally expensive looking pants. On his face he wore round metal framed glasses, a small part of your brain wanted to make note of how good Joe would look in those glasses.

“I do don’t I” You replied, looking around to emphasise that you were in fact alone.

“I was just over there thinking how much of a shame it was that a lovely girl like yourself was all on her own” The man spoke smoothly, your cursed at how easy it was to swoon over him.

“Were you now?” You teased.

“That drink still cold?” He asked, motioning his head towards the glass in hand. You looked down to notice the condensation dripping down your fingers, ice completely melted.

“Might need a new one” You shrugged.

“What’s your poison?”

You answered with your drink, and he promised to be back with your order, leaving with a wink.

You wanted to take this guy home purely to kill your boredom, but you felt how risky it could be due to his resemblance to the guy you were trying to get over. In moments like these you’d think on what your flatmate would say. But this one left you divided. ‘Go for it babe get out there’ and ‘he looks a bit too much like Joe though’ were flicking back and forth through your mind.

“Its uncanny really” A new voice spoke from beside you. You spun around, that voice being all too familiar, that voice making your stomach do a flip, you hid your emotions well though.

“What are you talking about” You answered.

Beside you was the real Joe, dressed almost identical to the man you had just been talking to, the man that had just gone to get you a new drink.

“He looks exactly like me” There was a hint of entitlement you didn’t like, rubbed you the wrong way.

“Hadn’t noticed” You shrugged off, checking the time on your phone, pretending Joes presence hadn’t caused an earthquake in your chest.

“Are you going to sleep with him?” Joe asked forwardly, stepping closer, sucking you in.

“Yes” You answered equally as bluntly. There was no use playing this game of Joes, it would end in heartbreak, you knew that.

Joe laughed, a short low hum of a sound. “See, I don’t think you are”.

He was so close now, and you can’t lie, you almost caved, he obviously had you wrapped around his finger, the Joe clone long forgotten.

There was one game you wanted to play with Joe though, and so you played along with his, until it was your turn.

You leaned in, bridging the gap between you so your chests were almost touching. “What makes you think that” You whispered back.

Joe smirked, his nose just touching the tip of your own as he slowly leaned in, forcing you to make the move.

“I thought we were done?” He whispered, snaking an arm around your waist and holding you flush to his crotch, a tent forming in his pants already, he was too easy.

“For old times sake then, it’s midnight after all”

Before you could get another thought in, you had been whisked away towards a taxi rank. Once seated in the car you stopped Joe before he could tell the driver your address. This would only work if you were at his place. You rarely spent time together at Joes place before he moved, he was always so private towards his home, opted to meet you at your place instead. This new house you hadn’t been to, and you had a suspicion no other girl had been there either, you wanted to be the first, the one he thought about for the rest of his time in that house.

“Your place is closer isn’t it?”, you had heard from a friend of a friend Joe had moved loser to the city, a real expensive area. Joe looked at you confused, “I can’t wait Joe please” You put on your best puppy dog eyes, rubbing a hand up his arm.

Joe caved, he had the driver put in his new address, you didn’t pay attention to it, you wouldn’t need it after tonight.

The drive was short, but it was all desperate touched and wet kisses along your neck. The walk up to his door was much of the same. Joe had you pinned to his front door, leg between your thighs and teeth grazing your ear while he clumsily fiddled with his keys.

Your hands ran up his stiff sleeves, squeezing at his biceps and landing at his shoulders. “Hurry up” You sighed, feeling all hot and bothered, and incredibly impatient, you wanted to get just as much out of this as Joe was getting, maybe a little more.

The door opened from behind you but you were pulled into Joes chest as he guided you inside. He didn't give you a chance to even look around before he had his mouth on yours in a feverish kiss. he tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. You knew he only drank whiskey when he was having a hard time, something about the burn in his chest being a distraction.

"Bed" You managed to get out and Joe had you by the hips, directing you backwards down a short hall and into a dark room. With his mouth now attached to your neck you took the opportunity to look around over his shoulder. It was a very large and empty space, nothing resembling the charm of Joes home decor in his last place. It felt sad, and you felt sad for him.

"I'm not done decorating" Joe mumbled against your neck, noticing your pace slow down as he tried to push you towards his bed.

"How long have you been here?" You asked back, complying and laying down on the soft bed. It was new, taller than his old one, it felt wrong.

"I've been busy" Was all he returned before climbing on top, slotting his knee back between your legs and pushing up into your heat. Instantly your follow up questions had been forgotten, Joes touch sending electricity through your body. His hands continued to roam, as did his lips, down your neck, your chest. He had pushed your low cut dress down to expose your breasts further, latching onto the meat and sucking.

Marking you.

You weren't mad, he could have his fun if it was going to be his last time with you.

"I want to taste you" Joe groaned, hands sliding down your body and landing at the short hem of your dress, playing with the fabric, asking for permission.

"I'm not stopping you"

Joe chuckled before dropping a chaste kiss to your cheek, your arm, stomach, hip then thigh. His hands slid up, taking the flimsy material with him, exposing your lacy thong and then finishing the job by pulling it over your head with ease.

Joe looked up, eyebrow raised, "Expecting something tonight?"

"I went out with an agenda, yes"

That earned an amused huff as he slid the underwear down your legs, carelessly flinging them somewhere in the room. You fought the urge to get mad at him, those were expensive, and his aloof attitude would not do, but were quickly distracted yet again.

Scratchy face hair rubbed up against your sensitive thighs, sending a heat through your body with anticipation as Joe toyed with the idea of devouring you, licking and kissing so softly, dragging out the moment.

"I want you to beg for it" Joe demanded, which was out of character for him, usually you were the one that had the upper hand, whether it was obvious or not, there was always an undertone of submission for you.

"Please Joe" You groaned, wanting to get this over with, you had your own game to play here.

"Please what?" He questioned, eyebrow raised, smug smirk on his face.

You didn't want to play along, hated the idea, but you needed him so bad, every muscle in your body tensed in anticipation.

"Come on Darling, what do you want from me?" Joe asked sweetly, placing another kiss on your thigh, staying firm to his request.

"I want you to eat me out" You sighed, staring him down, waiting for a response.

"Please" You punctuated it with a plea, the throbbing in your core intensifying by the second. Joes eyes were so intense staring back at you, had your skin crawling.

Another kiss to your thigh trailed closer to your heat, soft and wet as he neared your sensitive mound. Another kiss, then a lick. He was still taking his time.

"What happened to that enthusiasm you had earlier?"

Joe chuckled. "Are you not enjoying this?"

"Not very much" You groaned, slamming your head back against the pillow with a huff. Joe tsked, continuing his slow torture before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard, forcing a stunned moan from you.

"Ye- that, I like that" You struggled against the urge to scream from the pleasure.

Joes mouth continued in a rhythm that had you losing your breath, legs shaking as an orgasm quickly approached. You didn't want to finish like this though, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so you pushed his head away, taking a moment to catch your breath.

"What's wrong" Joe was confused, not understanding you breathless words.

"Lay down" You said, motioning to the space beside you. Joe understood and laid on his back, as you followed and straddled his lap, his dick straining against his pants.

Now in a prime position you began to tease Joe yourself, running a light hand over his pants, relishing in the shiver you felt go through Joes body.

"Don't" Joe warned, knowing full well you intended to give him a piece of his own medicine.

Everything with Joe felt different now, this all confirmed it, was the closure you needed. There was no more love, just lust, you were familiar to each other and it made it easy, every movement second nature, but no true purpose behind each touch. Months ago you could have sworn Joe loved you, he had that look in his eyes, even if he wouldn't mutter the words. But it was long gone now, and as you unzipped his pants and enjoyed the feeling of making Joe feel good, you knew you no longer loved him either, knew you didn't live to give Joe everything like you once had.

Joe was practically throbbing when you removed him from his pants. A pleading mess below you. You leaned over him and let a line of saliva drop onto his tip, rubbing it down his shaft, looking up to watch the look of shock on his face.

"Nasty, nasty girl"

You positioned yourself over him and sunk down, feeling a sigh of relief wash over you both as you began to slowly ride him. Joes hands grasped your hips, firmly gripping onto the flesh, fighting the urge to fuck you onto him, but you were in charge, he had accepted that now.

"That's it" Joe groaned as you quickened your pace, hands on his chest for support as the friction had you both closing in on a climax. you slowed down, wanting to relish in this moment, watching Joe with that blissed out look on his face for the last time, curls sticking to his forehead as he soaked in every inch of you.

"You close?" You asked, feeling Joe twitch inside you, his pulse quickening.

Joe could only moan and pant, holding you at the hips and grinding you down onto him deeper. You continued the rhythm feeling your own orgasm approaching.

"Come on baby, let go for me" Joe whispered as his own movements became quick pulsing thrusts. You followed your high, letting the heat wash over you, overwhelming all your senses, legs shuddering at the pleasure.

"fuck-fuck- you're so fucking good to me, look at you, oh my god" Joe rambled nonsense as he pulled you off allowing himself to spill himself out onto you both.

the next few moments left you both in silence to regain your breath. You looked down to see Joe with his eyes closed, exhaustion on his face.

"Stay tonight" Joe barely whispered, you could have missed it. His eyes still closed you grabbed his hand that was still firmly holding your hip and squeezed.

"I'm going to clean up" You answered, leaving Joe on the bed while you made your way to his ensuite. The shower alone could have had you changing your mind and keeping Joes number for future hookups, steamy late night rendezvous.

Returning to Joe with a wet towel, who was now far more relaxed, admiring you saunter towards him.

"You will stay?" he asked again while you wiped his own stomach clean.

"Yeah" You responded allowing him to pull you back onto the bed and tuck you under his arm, head on his chest and legs tangled. Neither of you said a word, but when you felt the rise and fall of Joes chest fall into a pattern and the man finally enter a sleep state, you slipped out, leaving Joe alone in his big bed, big house, no note or text, just a memory of midnight.

[vermakesthings]

Chapter One

I have no idea if this will format right so I'm posting a link to a pdf of it as well.

The only context I'm giving: Liam is transmasc, Leigha is his deadname. This is when he was a baby, about 15 years after Freya's visit to Blonicku.

Next Masterpost

At least the screaming was over.

Leigha was still holding on to Nrolin's shoulder with a grip far greater than any infant should be allowed, but she was no longer pairing the literal nails in her shoulder with the figurative nails on chalkboard that was her crying.

Nrolin was still whispering her soft shushes and comforts while Berloin and Luonim poured their drinks. They were in one of the palace's guest bedrooms, mostly to give everyone else a break from the woes of raising an infant.

Their loss, far as these three were concerned. Every moment with the baby was one they would miss when she was grown, either screaming or not. Of course, though, only the grandparents would know that, so the grandparents were always the ones giving their family a break, as if it were a burden.

"Would be a fonder memory without the screaming, to be sure," Luonim said with a grin. Nrolin stuck her tongue out at her. Just because I can't hit you right now doesn't mean you can read my thoughts.

Leigha grabbed her tongue and made a curious sound.

After the other two had stopped laughing and Nrolin had stopped cursing she finally started rocking Leigha to sleep. Which meant, unfortunately, they had to talk telepathically.

Berloin jumped in first, Hit me this time. I dare you.

She wasn't going to do anything with a baby in her lap and knew it, but she couldn't let that stand. If I scare her because I have to hit you for your teasing, you're rocking her screams away.

He just chuckled fondly without reply before noticing Luonim looking at Leigha mournfully.

Lu? Whats wrong?

I was thinking of Kriplun, Lapdin, and Milkon.

Berloin reached for her hand while Nrolin tried not to tighten her grip on her granddaughter. They'd all been there for Kriplun and Lapdin's wedding. They'd all held Milkon as an infant. He had died that way, early into the War for the Sun. As had his parents.

Milkon had grabbed everything he could see when he was around the same age Leigha was now. Usually he'd then stick it in his mouth.

She should not have made the age comparison to Leigha. She couldn't get the picture out of her head of Milkon and his parents dying, except with Leigha and her parents in their place.

Berloin whispered verbally, jolting her out of it: "Remember when Fealron tripped Calchoras off of the sun?"

He was clearly trying to distract Luonim from her own thoughts, probably unaware Nrolin had begun to spiral, but it helped her too. Wait, he tripped her while in the sun or actually tripped her into falling off? Trying to prompt the story.

Luonim smiled softly and started it. They were standing on a side balcony, one of the ones without bars for flying through, just outside our rooms, and she was teasing him for his dancing abilities. She was doing a bad reenactment of his Omnanu when he kicked his foot out in front of hers. She fell over a thousand feet before her wings and instincts caught up with her.

Nrolin bit back a laugh. Serves her right. Fael had always been a tease, and still is to this day in Blonicku. Nrolin herself was the usual target of this teasing.

Berloin picked up Freya was livid, but Aegir calmed her down before she threw him off too.

Nrolin's mouth dropped. Freya was livid?

That thought came with no small amount of indignation and shock that both Berloin and Luonim picked up on. Luonim answered though, grinning, Screaming and stomping around, almost looked like she was gonna fight him. I sense a story now, though.

Nrolin could not wait now for the next time she saw Freya, if it would ever happen. She had so much to beat her to death for. Around year 20, Ashnir, Freya, Vlorindul, and I were on top of Vunil mountain. We were all drunk, and Freya decided to sing. You know what Freya's singing is like drunk, though, so while she sang we were trying not to laugh, and once she was done Ash and I imitated a few of her more interesting hiccups and voice cracks. She picked up the wind and blew us in a whirlwind off the mountain while screaming at us from behind. We flew to the ground and Vlor had to convince her to have the wind pick us back up since we weren't able to fly up there so drunk. She never apologized.

Berloin was biting his cheeks and Luonim doubled over to keep from laughing and waking up Leigha, who Nrolin just noticed was no fully asleep. Both her arms were held up though, doing the strange infant thing of not needing to be entirely limp to be asleep, so one of them was a few inches off her own face and one was flung out to the side but still held up higher than her body. She now needed to hold in her own laughter, which drew the attention of the other two to Leigha. Luonim squeaked and Berloin had to walk out the room to keep from waking her up. She looked like she was covering her face while flinching from something trying to hit her, but she was sound asleep.

Eventually, Nrolin cracked and fully giggled, immediately waking Leigha up. She went back to sleep within minutes, not even with a scream, but the elegance of her previous position was lost; one arm was to her side in between herself and Nrolin and the other was a few inches above her chest.

A travesty worthy of song. Berloin joked, sitting back down.

They settled silently after that, just watching Leigha sleep and remembering rocking their own children the same way. Eventually, Nrolin broke the figurative silence with another Blessed Years story.

Did you ever hear of Mithlond's first death? This one was mostly directed at Luonim, as she was entirely certain Berloin- being an elder who knew Mithlond- had.

Berloin grinned, and Luonim shook her head, so she began: In year 25, he and I were walking through those woods next to the westernmost shores. We were heading for Verlon's house for a party when he decided to show off some flying tricks. Without any warning to me, he spread his wings and took off. I flew up to follow him before I realized he was just showing off and landed on one of the trees. I had realized that he was just showing off because he had done a loopty-loop and came dangerously close to a tree's canopy. He then started spiraling through the air, going up then down then up then down again, before returning to the original loopty-loop, this time with more confidence after the last scare. This time, the tip of the same tree caught him right in the stomach at full speed. His arms were spread out above his head, and his legs were spread to either side of the tree, hitting him full body. He slowly peeled off of it and fell to the ground while I tried to catch up. By the time I was there, between his incredible landing and then his impact with the dirt, he'd broken his spine. I decided it'd be easier to just let the Nuthri revive him, as I couldn't heal him and no one was around who could, so I burnt him completely. I waited a few minutes before Freya came down in the same clearing with a re-materializing body that was slowly beginning to resemble Mithlond, and she just screamed at me, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" Apparently she could see in his soul all the injuries his body had sustained, and his only explanation for how he died had been "Nrolin did it" so she thought I broke his spine, bruised his entire frontal body, and snapped his neck, all at slightly different times. I just said "Braggarts get what braggarts get" and walked away. He had to run after me once he'd materialized, I didn't look back even with Freya screaming at me.

Luonim was, again, doubled over to keep from laughing. She hadn't met Mithlond many times, but the few times she did he'd come off as entirely arrogant. Sometimes that arrogance was justified- he really could drink a Thrinu under the table- but usually he was just bragging for the sake of it, so that his first death happened purely because he couldn't help himself but to show off was completely fitting. She'd have to find him and see what he had to say about it tomorrow.

Nrolin was still holding sleeping Leigha in her lap. She'd long ago stopped rocking her, and it looked finally like she was going to stay asleep.

Berloin thought to get in on the story telling, since he'd started it in the first place. Did I tell you I was able to talk with the Watcher once?

Now this was a surprise. The Watcher had intentionally avoided both her house and the Nulilil/Lililnu house since the beginning, even before her house had a name. They could never tell why, since he didn't avoid talking with anyone else.

Leigha stirred for a second, opening her eyes and babbling before going back to sleep.

Nrolin shook her head finally and he began. 5 years after he showed up from wherever-the-fuck, I caught him in the sun's forges. He didn't see me, only hearing my footsteps, so he called out "Aegir if you're here for the necklace again I'm throwing you out of the sun."

Necklace? Nrolin asked. No one even knew what the Watcher's Skill had been, so she'd take any hints she could get. If he was making the necklace, that'd imply he was a jeweler, or at least a smith.

Berloin resumed his story without pause, though a hint of impatience to his thoughts. I cleared my throat and he almost jumped out of his robes. Spinning on his heel, he looked at me like I'd just tried to stab him. "Necklace?" I asked, though I didn't think he'd actually answer. He relaxed though, and actually waved me over to look at it.

Berloin's eyes got misty for a second, remembering that necklace. It was a masterpiece. Mostly made of gold though with outlines of silver around many small bezels, with a larger circular one at the bottom around the size of a walnut, which was clearly where the main gem was meant to be. None of the bezels had any gems set in them yet, except the first few at the top, which seemed to be going in a rainbow ordering, beginning with red rubies and then some kind of orange gem. The lowest few put in were yellow gems, only one of those were put in, it's equal on the other side he'd been setting when I'd interrupted him. I've still never seen jewelry better than that half finished necklace, not one of Blonicku's jewelers or our own work has come close.

I stood there silent with my jaw dropped, while he just grinned at me. I could sense, with both our minds unguarded, just how smug he was to have a Lililnu's awe. After a while, he asked me "so what do you think?" as if he couldn't see my expression. I spluttered for a moment before giving up on describing it, so I just asked the safer question, "who is this for?"

He laughed for a while at my shock before answering. "Keep a secret?" I nodded grimly like I'd been trusted with a deadly confidence, so he went on "I don't know yet. This kind of necklace will not be make-able for long, so when I had the idea-- no I won't tell you what the whole idea is or why it won't be make-able one day, no matter what look you make at me-- I had to start working on it. I don't know if I am going to wear it or who I will gift it to. I keep giving the Nuthri vague answers, though, which is why you must keep this secret: all four of them think it's for themselves."

Knowing the need for the secret I decided I'd tell no one but my family that this entire conversation even happened, and I am only telling you this so long after our kids married because I forgot to before, so don't give me that pouty face, Lin.

Luonim interjected. it probably doesn't matter, now, with the limbos and all, but if the prophetic Watcher says to keep a secret, you keep the secret.

Nrolin was able to accept that reasoning, though she couldn't resist, You knew the Watcher's Skill the whole dammed time?

Berloin grinned at her and then continued his story. After that he said "Since we're keeping secrets, here's another for you. I keep my Skill hidden so it's harder to figure out where I come from, but it's not so important as my name or family. My Skill is forgework, and I love specifically jewelry. I have made things even your family would be proud to see, outside of jewelry, if only I could have brought them here, but jewelry is my pride. This will be my masterwork, though; I don't think I will ever exceed it."

Nrolin wanted to punch him now. She'd speculated multiple times within his earshot what the Watcher's Skill was, and he only remembered now to tell the story. He picked up on this thought. Every time you said something, there were people who weren't family around, and by the time we were alone I'd forgotten again.

He shared with them the memory of the moment, then, before she could insult his memory in general, and it took all Nrolin had not to gasp and wake Leigha up. Berloin's description didn't come close. Every gemstone was clearly meant to have it's equal on the other side, beginning with two reds, then two orange, and so on, all of them same height as each other and going down to meet at the larger one at the bottom. She wasn't holding in a gasp for the beauty, though, but because she had seen this necklace before.

Freya was wearing that when she visited! She shared with them the memory of Freya walking into her throne room wearing a golden necklace outlined in silver, with all the colors of the rainbow going down from the top in gems, and at the bottom was a larger jewel of greater beauty than the rest, glowing unlike the others with it's own light. Freya told us that jewel at the bottom is the last light of the True Sun, captured in crystal. She didn't tell me who made it, just that it was a gift from a friend.

Luonim's mouth dropped just at the memory of the sight, while Berloin looked like he was choking on something. The words "This kind of necklace will not be make-able for long" echoed from his mind, and they all grimaced. Luonim was the first to say anything. He knew the whole time Thribruthku was going to destroy three of the thrones, and never did anything?

Luonim and Berloin had a closer attachment to the sun than most, since they had created it. Those three thrones now destroyed they had poured hours of theory and sweat into. She knew the answer here, though. Freya told us the Watcher already knew all that would happen in the first Blessed Years, as well as a little beyond it, and though she wouldn't tell me why, he couldn't change it. She wasn't angry at him.

Luonim still grumbled for a while, though she knew if Freya was accepting of his reasoning it must have been sound, so she didn't argue further.

Leigha started screaming, and their conversation was lost in the efforts of calming down an angry sleepy infant.

[greenplumbboblover]

Happy almost new year!

Yesterday I posted that whole "Top 10 Tumblr posts" but while that was fun to see, I figured I'd go through things I felt was a great accomplishment of this year for me. And some new years resolutions ;)

Accomplishments of 2023:

I made a website!

I know it's tiny and that it's not really great (yet) for getting tons of views, but I do want to thank everyone (I actually typed out all the names but tumblr was being stupid and I couldn't post the post then :/) for either giving it a try or using it. Without you, it would've just been a floating idea with no purpose. :) Thank you so much for believing in it!

I created a new sims story!

Gone a bit back to my original Simblr roots and made a story! Chapter 1 had been in my screenshots folder for over 2 years now, but I was just self-conscious about sharing it. I'm glad I actually got to terms that the only way to know if people will like it, is by sharing it. :)

Came back to Tumblr fully again.

Over those 2 years I hadn't really been on Tumblr much. I'd post my mod posts and that was it. Truth be told, I didn't really have much motivation to do TS3 stuff anymore at that time. But I think in the end I forgot how fun it can be :) I know I suck at interacting with people, though my anxiety often gets the best of me, and I'm genuinely sorry about that! I'm hoping to change that next year with some help.

New Year's resolutions:

I know most people probably didn't get through the whole thing because I type a lot, but if you do, hey there :)

Making Simblr.cc feel more personalized

I feel like currently it feels very download-oriented, which I'd like to keep! But that vibe also seems to be around with the more picture - oriented things. So I just want to make part of that feel more Tumblr-ish where it's just your personalized space. :)

Starting to sell stickers (and such)!

I know, kind of clique thing that everyone seems to be doing now and then, but I have seriously been loving to draw a lot. Though, my creative outlet only seems motivated when I do something for someone/something. So I was hoping to not just sell stickers for SImblr.cc as a donation thing, but also to make some of my own. :)

Finishing LISISV

I never intended to make LISISV like those shows that have been around for 20 years and going on. :p I know most of you do, which I love! But I'm not sure if I will be able to, lol.

I was hoping to rewrite the entirety of "Elly" which I did YEARS ago as a wee 14 year old (till I think, like 16?) but that's all basically teenage cringe IMO :p The concept and the characters however I always adored. So who knows!

Figuring out what to do with Interests & Hobbies

I keep promising that I'll finish it "after this mod" and I honestly do open it up, work on it for a little bit but then I start working on a feature and it... just doesn't work with the mod? However, the more I do that, the more 'bland' the mod becomes. So I don't know what do with it anymore 😅 Anyone who knows please help!

Unless you are all okay with remnants of it, which I'm doing currently :)

Making this space mod I have been wanting to do for a while

Not many people know this about me but i'm a huge sci-fi nerd :p And I wondered how hard it would be to make this “colonizing the a planet” space mod in TS3. Though I know that most people probably wouldn't care about that, since TS3 is more about generational things and... not so much about those things. So, who knows.

I guess I just need to sit down with myself and get my shit together, honestly.

Attempting to actually talk to others.

I don't know how people do it... I honestly want to keep tap of everyone I follow but I get so exhausted, if not, my anxiety starts kicking in because "what if I say the wrong things?" It's not just a tumblr thing though, i've been like that since forever, and maybe should just reach out for help for it. I just don't know.

I just feel as of late that people put great effort into commenting on my things and I'm barely there for them. Yet, just know that I am there, that I do think of you, i'm just deleting my sentences over and over again and just giving up. I'm genuinely sorry about that.

Hopefully your year will be nice and may your wishes come true :

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep11 "Gone Fishin'" Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked HERE

In this episode: Marty, Jules, and Verne try to undo one of Doc's deep-seated childhood traumas, only to end up sending his life wildly off course.

I shall preface this by letting anyone reading know that Tumblr has been messing up my gifsets and pictures in my previous posts. Gifs and pics that should be side by side end up enlarged and stacked vertically when viewed on the dashboard through a desktop. I've been unable to figure out how to fix it and have no clue why it's doing this to me. It is a source of great frustration and makes me not want to do these reviews anymore. But I'm trudging along. Just wanted to let people know in case it looked wonky. It's not on purpose!

Alrighty, let's dive in.

Okay, so this episode has my favorite live-action opening segment in the series thus far. We begin with black-and-white footage of Doc, accompanied by him doing a voice-over where he explains that he was visiting the 1920s. As he's doing the voice-over, the Doc on screen is just waving at the camera the entire time, and it is delightful. He becomes increasingly frantic as the waving goes on.

Doc goes on to explain that he'd been in the 1920s to meet Thomas Edison and get him to autograph a very large lightbulb, which we then see as we return to the "present day." Doc immediately drops and shatters it as he's showing it to us.

Quickly moving on from the tragedy (he says he'll make a return trip to get extra bulbs autographed) Doc goes on to talk about the '20s—silent films in particular.

"I'm sure you've all heard of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton," he says, "but only the real film historians among you recall Daredevil Brown. Talk about a Hollywood success story."

Hmm...well, that's an intriguing little piece of info, isn't it? Who is this Daredevil Brown?? Doc leads us into the cartoon to hear the full story. "It all began with a fishing trip," he tells us with a haunted expression.

We shall find out the reason for this expression shortly. Into the cartoon, we go!

While working in his lab, Doc is approached by Verne, who hands him a flyer for the upcoming "Father and Son Big Mouth Bass Off." It's apparently an annual Hill Valley event, and Verne really wants to go with his dad. Doc, however, reacts with immediate terror, crumples up the flyer, and quite literally begins convulsing as he tries to tell his son that he can't go. He then stumbles into the living room and collapses on the couch, still in an agitated state.

Jules decides to show Doc his new invention—a helmet that allows you to watch TV without disturbing others in the room with the images/sounds, and Doc figures trying it will be a good way to get his mind off of the terror he just experienced. Unfortunately, it's a rerun of The Andy Griffith Show, which, if you're familiar with it, has an opening sequence of the main character going fishing with his son. Doc rips off the device and runs straight into the wall.

I don't know about all of you, but I think Doc might have experienced some fishing-related trauma?? I mean. Just a guess.

Also, I would like to point out that throughout much of these opening scenes, Doc's eyes randomly turn blue, which is the second instance I've noticed of a character's eye color changing mid-scene (the first was in Swing Low, Sweet Chariot Race). And I'd really like to know why this was happening. Whoever was in charge of character eye color, you dropped the ball here. You probably didn't think anyone would be scrutinizing this series closely enough to notice 30+ years later, but you were wrong.

Getting back on track here, Jules and Verne sneak into their parents' bedroom that night with a plan to figure out what's going on with their father. Jules has invented a device consisting of an in-ear piece connected to a screen that allows someone to view the wearer's thoughts. Y'all, Jules is 10-years-old, and he's incomprehensibly brilliant. He just whipped up an invention to see a person's thoughts. This is something that can be put to horrible use if it falls into the wrong hands.

As they use the device, miniature versions of Jules and Verne appear on the screen and "travel" through Doc's brain. They pass a "brainstorm," a long pathway containing his "library of knowledge," and then come to a huge wall.

Whoever was in charge of spelling, you dropped the ball here, too. Admittance is spelled incorrectly.

I sincerely am curious as to how these mistakes slipped by and made it into the completed versions of the episodes. In a way, though, it kind of adds to the fun.

Jules gets a readout on the screen that says: "Memory block, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, August 5, 1926." With this information, the boys now know that something significant enough happened to their dad on this date that a gigantic wall was erected in his brain to block the whole thing out. The mini versions of Jules and Verne on the screen get out pickaxes and chip away at the block until they break through and can see the memory.

In a show so centered around time travel, I must remind myself to suspend my disbelief in these absolutely absurd and impossible moments.

Anyway, Jules and Verne access the hidden away memory and see their four-year-old father fishing. As he casts his line, he falls into the water, nearly drowns, and is terrorized by various sea creatures.

Nobody is around to run to his aid as he splashes around and calls for help. Jules and Verne feel it's their duty to travel back to that date and stop Doc from having this terrible, scarring experience.

As they sneak the DeLorean out of the garage, they're caught by Marty, who has decided it is of the utmost importance that he make a visit to Doc's house at 11:30 at night to get his hoverboard. Jules explains their plan, to which Marty replies, "Milwaukee? That must have been when Doc stayed with his oddball Uncle Oliver." And I must say that I like that Marty knows this little bit of Doc Brown trivia and that Doc has obviously told Marty at least this one story about his childhood.

Marty agrees to not tattle on the boys if they let him tag along? He tells them he wants to travel to a time when he'll be smarter than Doc. Off they go to 1926.

"How much can a little kid know?" Marty asks as they approach Little Doc, whom I will just refer to as Emmett from here on out. Everybody look at him, please.

As Marty immediately discovers, he is not smarter than this four-year-old version of his friend. After jokingly asking Emmett what he knows, Emmett replies, "Several languages, the Periodic Table, the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere, and the Encyclopedia from 'A' to 'Grrr.'" (He hasn't made his way through the FULL encyclopedia yet, evidently.)

While I know that this cartoon can hardly be considered canon to the world set up in the trilogy, I love that Emmett can speak multiple languages and wouldn't mind at all incorporating that into my general Doc Brown headcanons. I just wish he'd mentioned which ones he spoke. German is likely one, but I'm not sure about the others.

Emmett tells his new friends that he's waiting for his Uncle Oliver to take him fishing "like he promised" and then directs their gazes up to where Uncle Oliver is—wayyy up in the air—attempting to break the record for flagpole-sitting.

We quickly learn that Uncle Oliver is obsessed with trying to set records, perform wild acts, and become famous. Marty tries to persuade him to take his nephew fishing, but Uncle Oliver isn't that interested in Emmett—a trait that seems to be common amongst the Brown men. I am looking at you, Erhardt! >:(

Marty, Jules, and Verne opt to just take Emmett themselves, and Jules is able to get his future father to stand in a spot where he won't fall into the water. Instead, Marty falls in, lol.

While teaching him how to properly cast, Emmett ends up getting his line hooked to the underside of a small biplane and carried away.

The plane is part of a nearby stunt show, and Emmett gets taken along for the ride as it does loops and tricks in the air. Everyone watching from the stands is impressed by this young performer, and he quickly wins lots of adoring fans. When he's approached by a camera man who asks if he wants to be a star, Uncle Oliver's eyes turn into dollar signs, and he jumps at the chance to be Emmett's manager.

"All I wanted was to go fishing," Emmett points out. Too bad, buddy, you're about to be exploited by your uncle for fame and fortune. Uncle Oliver signs a contract with a famous producer who says he'll make Emmett a star. Marty and Verne are psyched by this development, but Jules (the only one with a brain) points out that they've seriously altered their father's life. The boys decide they have to monitor the situation closely.

From there, we go to Hollywood, where Emmett is quickly thrust into stardom. We see a clip of a silent film he's in, which includes a scene of him dangling from a very high clocktower by his suspenders, falling and bouncing around on a building's awnings, and landing in a fountain. He's dubbed "Daredevil Emmett" and quickly garners many fans.

Little Emmett's amazing feats capture the entire country, and he's soon got his own line of comics, a drink named after him, and multiple other products. He's on the radio, in the newspapers, and is being talked about all over.

Emmett is less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, but Uncle Oliver doesn't see any issue with it. He's loving living vicariously through his nephew and brushes off Marty's concern that all this daredevil stuff isn't good for Emmett. We then see the very lavish life that Emmett and Uncle Oliver are living.

...how long have Marty and the boys been in the '20s for all of this to be happening?? I mean, this all started with taking Emmett fishing, and now they're living in Hollywood; Emmett has become a movie star, has a line of products named after him, and has moved into a massive mansion with his uncle. Have they been in 1926 for months?

While Marty, Jules, and Verne are having fun in the pool, Emmett asks if he can swim with them, to which Uncle Oliver says no. He doesn't want to risk Emmett getting hurt, which would hurt his career. Emmett storms off angrily. Marty once again voices his concern for Emmett's well-being. This time, Oliver almost listens, but then he receives a phone call with an offer for Emmett to go over a waterfall while he's inside a barrel, and Oliver can't turn it down.

On the day of the stunt, Marty and the boys discover that the man behind the idea is D. W. Tannen. When Emmett expresses concern about the safety of everything, D. W. assures him he won't actually be going over the falls; a dummy will be in the barrel, and people will just think it's Emmett. Except, surprise! D. W. is lying, and he has no intention of switching a dummy into the barrel. He wants this to be real, and that means sending a four-year-old child over the edge of a waterfall. Nice guy.

Thankfully, Marty, Jules, and Verne, overhear D. W. talking, and Jules forms a plan to save his father. Marty's evidently a key part of the plan, and he and Jules have this exchange, which makes me laugh.

Jules's plan is to have Marty serve as a tightrope walker in the opening act—complete with gum stuck to the bottom of his shoes to keep him from slipping. While the crowd is distracted by Marty, Jules will stick a mini, spare flux capacitor to the barrel (which will have Verne in it, not Emmett) and transport the barrel someplace else.

Oliver, who is not in on the plan, actually gets a chance to redeem himself as he sees the barrel start to go toward the waterfall. Thinking his nephew is actually inside, he dives into the water to try to save him, finally coming to his senses about how money-hungry he'd become. Marty pulls Oliver out of the water, the barrel goes over the falls, and it's transported out of harm's way via the flux capacitor.. Back on the dock, Oliver and Emmett are reunited, and Oliver takes his nephew fishing.

With everything set back to normal, the boys return home, where they discover that Doc is now eager to join the father-and-son fishing tournament. The end!

Back in Real Doc's lab, he teaches us about gravity.

He also ends up dropping that bowling ball on his foot.

And that's the end of the episode. This one is a lot of fun, and I LOVED seeing the young version of Doc. He's adorable. I'm glad Uncle Oliver saw the error of his ways, but it took thinking his nephew was about to die going over a waterfall to change him. I wonder if Doc has any male family members who weren't terrible??

Anyway, good episode. Join me next time to watch Doc spiral into an existential crisis after thinking he's used up all his brainpower.

[momo-de-avis]

Like genuinely what is your problem? What is people's problem? Once it genuinely took me 1 whole hour to do a stretch in downtown lisbon that takes 5 minutes if you just go straight ahead, and while granted it had two stops for tastings it was genuinely the most chaotic thing I've ever witnessed because they could not stop going to the bathroom. They went into every bathroom within sight. At one point, when I thought it was finally over and I had finally arrived at the fucking elevators that were going to take me out of there, a woman just said she couldn't hold it any longer and BOLTED out of there trying to find a bathroom, even though we had just been inside not one, but two cafes. One of them was a family with two kids, one a vegetarian girl who was also on her period and yes I had to know this because we all had to stop for her to buy pads, and another kid who was allergic to everything imaginable and would not stop until she went around everything inside that store figuring out what her kid could eat and I could not get it through to her that I had a budget and I couldn't just get anything I felt like. Last week a woman screamed at me because she completely misheard my directions, went the opposite way, then came back guns blazing, saying I was incompetent because I did not count everyone and I told her, miss. The city is crowded I need you to stick close to me, I count regularly but mistakes happen. Immediately after this she pisses off, separates from the group to take pictures and nearly stays behind again. What the fuck is your problem? What is wrong with you? It once took me 5h to do a 3h30 tour because a couple decided fuck your time and fuck my time and they just had to piss every 20 minutes and it got to a point where another client asked me if my plans for the afternoon were ruined. I have never been as close to telling someone to go fuck themselves as I have been today. If you're buying a tour guiding service fucking read what it entails. I cannot pull a porta potty out of my ass. It's not only about the schedule. It's not even about the fact that I have been up since 5AM and it's 8PM and nowhere near Lisbon. It's about the fact that the bus driver cannot driver any longer than X amount of hours and you fuckers push it too far, we're gonna be stranded on the side of some fucking gas station waiting for a replacement.

And that isn't even addressing the disgusting picnic they set up on the bus which I overlooked even though eating on buses is actually illegal here