#ah yes i'm back in rare pair hell

[greeniegirl23]

Radio Babies 1#: How They Act When They Are Sick 🤕

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Welcome to the first (not really) chapter of the Radio Babies series!! And yes that's the name because I am both corny and lazy so hahaha.

For those of you who don't know, this is the official kick off chapter following the same mood as my "Alastor As A Father" scenarios. Despite it being called "Radio Babies" not every chapter I write about will be them actually being babies. Just making that clear...

And we have names for these kiddos! From now on the daughter is named Evelyn or Eve for short, while her brother is named Alphonse or Ali for short.

I hope you enjoy the chapters I'm planning to cook up and add to this series, but if you guys come up with something you want me to write about these two, I absolutely can! I enjoy being given prompts, so don't hesitate to comment or even send an ask requesting something.

Now that the intro is done, on with the chapter!

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It all started when Alphonse came home from school with a cough. You thought nothing of it and gave him some tea with honey to soothe him.

Three days later, Alphonse and Evelyn are blowing their noses until they turn red. Finally you checked their temperatures and found that sure enough, they both had fevers. Immediately you panicked. It was rare for someone to get sick in Hell because of the hot temperatures making it next to impossible for germs to exist, but after having a doctor check them out, he assured you it was just the flu and that they would be fine as long as you took care of them.

When you told Alastor about this, he literally went right back out the door and ran to the nearby apothecary. After an hour he returned home with comically large grocery bags, filled to the brim with things that looked funny and smelled weird. Wasting no time, Alastor asked for your assistance as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his Mother's old school tricks that were ingrained in his mind after years of her care.

“Here darling,” He said, handing you a bunch of spices. “Place those in the pot and let them boil for a while, when your finished please grab me a pair of socks from each of our patients. I'm going to cut these onions up in the meantime.”

“What do you need socks for?” You asked, completely unaware of his foreign methods from the south.

He smiled sweetly, yet you could still see a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You'll see shortly, however I'm very sure that our little fawns will absolutely despise it.”

Soon enough, everything was finished and Alastor was ready to knock this sickness out of the ballpark. Calling his children down stairs, Alastor got straight to work. Every remedy he could think of, he gave them.

Ice packs on their heads? Check. Onions in socks to draw out the fever? Check. Homemade chicken soup for nutrition? Check. Tea with honey to soothe the throat? Check. Lemon candy with fresh herbs? Yep! He even had them inhale steam from bowls of hot water with cloths on their heads to break up the mucus.

Just as he predicted, your children immediately started whining, groaning, and moaning. Complaining about everything except for the soup since Alastor’s cooking was enough to make Gordon Ramsay cry.

Evelyn, your sweet baby girl absolutely despised the feeling of the onions in her socks as she walked around the house when needed. Even going so far as to hiss at Alastor when it was time to change them out.

Her brother, Alphonse was no better. Your poor boy was ready to submerge himself in an ice bath in order to stop the perfused sweating that he was generating from being forced to inhale steam with a bunch of random plants he couldn't even name.

“Thou will pay for this Father..!” Eve growled, struggling against the tendrils that were restraining her while your husband struggled against your preteen. “Get these filthy filths OfF oF mE!!”

“Ah-ah! No lip Little Miss,” He replied, finally getting one of the socks over her hoove. “Your mother and I worked hard to make these remedies all in an effort to aid you and your brother, which means that you will wear tHe daMn sOcks ChiLd…”

“Language!” You scolded him. He snapped his head towards you with an irritated twitch in his eye. “Oh, but she gets to curse me out in Shakespearean?!”

“Mama!” Alphonse whined. “Please make him stop, we live in Hell but I feel like I'm actually burning alive!!”

You sighed. “I'm sorry Sweetie, but I trust your Dad enough to believe that he knows what he's doing. As long as you do the same, I'm sure you'll be better in no time.” A simultaneous groan left your children as they continue doing what their father demanded of them. Even though Alastor didnt walk away from Eve without a scratch or two.

For the next few days Alastor put them on a schedule that ran like clockwork. From food, to tea, to even taking medicine of his own creation. This man was playing no games with the infection that dared to sicken his little bambi’s.

They tried to seek you out for comfort, coming to you with enough complaints to fill a small notebook. Alastor put a stop to that real quick though, giving them a stern look when they tried to pull your heartstrings via puppy eyes and toddler-like crying. He hated being so cruel to them he really did, but he had to since their health was on the line. He remembered when he'd do the same with his mother only for her to send him right back to bed.

On day three, Al and Eve were much much better. Your husband's chest puffed up with pride as the little ones returned back to their normal ways and you forced both of them to thank their Dad for all his hard work.

However, that pride turned bittersweet as Alastor came down with the flu that same weekend. You felt bad for him as he laid in bed like a wet noodle, all stuffy and congested. Fussing like a baby about this interfering with his work.

He didn't have to worry long, because you reminded him that he had three personal nurses by his side and that as long as they were around, he'd be in good hands.

[rubywonu]

𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗲

“horanghae.” “what the hell is that?”

summary: in which you fall in love with a tiger wannabe.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, meet-cute

warnings: the word ‘psychopath’, a swear word.

w/c: 0.6k

nia’s notes: @etherealyoungk this one is for you.

it was a typical tuesday at the cafe you work at. you started your shift an hour back and things were going slow since it was pretty early in the morning. 

you were setting up for the rest of the day, placing syrups and toppings while listening to your music in your world. you flinched when the door opened, a bunch of guys storming in, all engaged in their own conversations.

you looked at the clock on the wall. 7:46 am. that was pretty early for a group of what you counted to be thirteen men. did that concern you? no. not at all, when you saw their attire. you squinted your eyes, not believing your sight. 

is that a tiger onesie? you stared in shock at the man walking towards you. it was weird enough for a group of men to walk into a cafe at almost eight in the morning, but a grown ass man in a tiger onesie was a rare sight. 

"uh. is everything alright?" the tiger man in front of you asked, concern on his face. you snapped out of your gaze and tried to look presentable but the curiosity didn't leave your face. 

"ah. yes. what can i get you?" you plastered your work smile on your face and walked to the counter, ready to take their order. 

"can i get six americanos, four warm coffees, and two toasted bagels please?" the man in front of you spoke in a cool and sophisticated manner, completely contrasting his outfit choice. "please take your time, no rush at all," he assured you with a small smile of y our face. 

"sure. is that all?" you asked as you typed into the computer. he nodded his head, and you set out to make the order. it took quite a while as you moved from one end of the counter to the other, acquiring different ingredients. 

after 15 minutes, everything was done and you placed it on the main counter, your eyes meeting the man. 

"here's your order. six americanos, four warm coffees, and two toasted bagels." you pointed to each of the mentioned dishes in front of you. "what's your method of payment?" 

"card." the man took out his card and gave it to you and you proceeded with the payment, the sharp orange colors distracting your mind every few seconds. 

you swiped the card, and returned it. "your name, please?"

"kwon soonyoung." 

an interesting name for an interesting man. the ends of your mouth lifted as you slowly said the name, testing each syllable while you typed it out. 

"thank you for visiting, do come here again," you said. you smiled brightly at the man, who you know the name off. he too reciprocated your facial expression. 

and then he did something that rendered you speechless.

"horanghae." soonyoung held up his hand and imitated a tiger's claw, and he sent a goofy smile to you. 

you scrunched up your face in confusion. "what the hell is that?" your curiosity must have come off in a baffled way as soonyoung was laughing, the other men in the cafe staring at the scene in bewilderment. 

"how about i explain it to you over dinner?" soonyoung asked you smoothly, laughing harder at your shocked face.

you scoffed, trying to hide the huge smile coming on your face. you failed miserably. "are you sure you're not a psychopath."

"i'm wearing a tiger onesie at 8:04 am on a tuesday morning. i think that question is self-explanatory." soonyoung gestured his outfit, the tip of his ears turning red in the process. 

"sure," you answered, soonyoung had his mouth open after hearing what you said. 

"really?" you nodded at soonyoung, you wrote your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. 

it was overall a weird day for you, but the weirdest act out of them all was the fact that a tiger wannabe just asked you on a date. and little did you know, that would be the first encounter with the love of your life. 

tagging: @kflixnet . @caratsland . @pixieskie . @xomingyu . @fairyhaos . @kyeomyun . @wheeboo . @ylliris-hanniehae . @bangchansbae . @slytherinshua . @blue-jisungs .

[underdark-dreams]

I'm finishing up a Rolan proposal fic for a very patient anon & ended up with this little scene between Rolan and Dammon that I don't think I'll use. Thought I'd post it here as a drabble! 💗

Rings

Rolan commissions a very particular piece for his beloved from the infernal blacksmith. [541 words]

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“Are you sure it’s the right size?”

Rolan turned the smooth metal over in his hand, trying to compare it against his own fingers for reference. The material gleamed luminous and silver-blue even under the shade of Dammon’s open workshop.

“It’ll fit,” Dammon told him with surety. He wiped a hand on his apron and watched with no little pride as Rolan examined his past weeks’ handiwork. “I forged a few pairs of gauntlets for them back in the day. I’d like to think I know a thing or two about Tav’s hands. Professionally,” he hastened to add, perhaps noting the way Rolan’s brow twitched.

“Maybe so, but—”

“I know, I know. Tav deserves perfection.” Dammon gave his placid smile.

“Yes.” A bit chagrined by the obvious strength of his feelings, Rolan made no other response. As he turned the band over again, his eyes caught very fine lettering engraved around the inner surface. He peered closer—the marks were Infernal.

“Ah.” Dammon shifted nervously on his feet. “I hope you don’t mind the addition. It just—came to me.”

“‘Strength in Unity’,” Rolan translated under his breath. He glanced up at Dammon. “The watchwords of Elturel?”

Dammon rubbed the back of his neck in a characteristic gesture, but a shadow passed over his face. “You know, in terms of cities and their mottos…that one always rang a bit hollow to my ear. After everything.” He exchanged a long glance with Rolan. “If anyone deserves to reclaim the words, I thought it ought to be the two of you.”

Rolan stared back down at the ring on his palm. In a rare moment, he found himself rather lost for words. Then he slipped it carefully into the pouch at his belt and began counting out gold pieces.

The smith raised a hand, but Rolan cut him off before he could start. “Dammon, whatever the hells you’re about to say, keep it to yourself. This is fine work, and I’ll be damned if you don’t take the other half of the fee.”

“Couldn’t you consider it a wedding gift? For the two people responsible for getting me to Baldur’s Gate in one piece. Or even,” Dammon proposed hastily, “a reward for letting me work with such rare material.”

“Then keep what’s left over,” Rolan told him. He tucked his coin away as the idea for a compromise sprang to mind. “Make something incredible from it.”

“That—” Dammon’s eyes grew wide for a moment. “That’s quite generous. Do I even want to know how you found such a pure chunk of mithril?”

“We have friends in the Underdark,” Rolan answered tersely. “I may have…funded a small expedition.”

Dammon only gave a low whistle. If anyone could grasp the cost of such an undertaking, it was a blacksmith. Then he extended a calloused hand, and Rolan clasped it in a wordless agreement.

Finding the matter resolved, Rolan turned toward the front gate of the forge. The gleaming ring stored at his belt had introduced a very distracting flurry of butterflies into his stomach.

“Hold on there—” Dammon stooped to fetch something from underneath his work bench. As he straightened, a small hide bag sailed through the air into Rolan’s surprised grasp.

“You’ll be needing the other one.”

[ddymarie]

1:25 am 💋

" you got me touching on your body"

Warning: choking, acquainted sex, praise Lemme know if I missed any also free to take tips for writing

⚠︎ 18+ Content ⚠︎

"I think I fell for you, I fell for you"

You: hey Katsu, you up?

Bakugo: yes, but I'm tryna go to sleep at 1:25 am like a normal person

You: oh, nvm then

Bakugo: wth do you want?

You: well to put it lightly... Minas not here tonight

Bakugo: tf do you want me to do ?

You: no, I was gonna ask if you could come over

" The hell it's damn there 2:00 o'clock " bakugo huffed while putting on a pair of sweat pants and a sweater

Bakugo: I'm on my way

You: thank you

" Eek, I can't wait to see him " I said looking around my room to make sure the vibe was set

Fuck. I had to ask for help the porn wasn't working

Five minutes later there's a knock on the front door. You rushing to the door. Eyes filled with excitement as you see your 6ft friend standing in front of you. You immediately pull him into a deep welcoming kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you back before pulling away

" katsu~ I missed you" you sang his name

" Mhm, missed you to baby " he replied. You then began to pull him toward your room opening the door and leading him to the bed

" you invited me over here to get me touching on your body " he smirked pulling a condom out of his hoodie pocket

The sex with dynamite was a rare thing

" how could I resist it, babe? " you gave a knowing smirk back

Before you both knew it, you were both naked confided in one another. katuski heard you were hard to please but fuck...

cause they warned me 'bout your type girl

" you know they warned be about your type girl" he said after a groan

" really? What typa girl am I? " you said peering up at him through lashes

you got me putting time in, time in

" takes longer to make you come than the average, you know you got me puttin time in" he answered speeding his thrusts up a little bit

Nobody got me feeling this way

He hears you chuckle a little

" you probably think I'm lying, I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way "he huffed while reforming his thrust pattern to slower longer, and deeper strokes. Causing your eye to roll into the back of your head

" fuck~ " you moaned " I'm obsessed with you " you informed

To say that we're in love is dangerous

" girl I'm so glad were acquainted " he said

I get you touching on your body

He got you rubbing your clit now tryna speed up your orgasm

" ima rather complacent kinda guy you know, but girl I'm so glad were acquainted " he lowers his voice seductively as he praises you

A week before

Momma called me cryin', cryin' , cryin', crying cause I won't find somebody that real

" Katuski, when you ever gonna settle down with a real good girl ? " his mom spoke through the phone

The first time you guys had sex was the day he had gotten your number. Smug look on his face as he approached you. He'd been eying you from across the room obsessed with your beauty. When you both made eye contact that day you smiled as you walked passed him heading in the direction of your best friend

" yo bro, you checking out h/n? " said red riot

" nah " he knew damn well he was lying

Later into that evening he catches you taking your final pictures on the red carpet. When he approached you.

" hello, dynamite " you said politely

" hey, n/n right? " he responded

"Yup that's me, how are you " you said with a smile on your face

" I'm bored, but um take my number " he pulled out his phone as you pulled out yours

You knew his intention and was down tbh

" yea thanks, I'll text you later " you said while walking to your limousine looking back at him with a smile

8:00 that night

Yo

Your phone notified you that you had a text

It was from Bakugo

Bakugo: yo

You: hi, do you need something

Bakugo: you know what I want

And you did so you stopped by his hotel room and...

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" ah fuck, katsu~ "you moaned still not being able to feel your orgasm approach

I'm not tryna talk at all

You peeped how he stopped whispering in your ear

' cause I'm tryna love you crazy

His thrust sped up unexpectedly making your eyes roll back, you both were covered in sweat

I got em wanting to embrace their sins

" ah, ah " you whined arms tighting around his neck

That's when he reached a hand up to your throat before squeezing he was playing with your air. Squeezing, unsqueezing. it was repetitive and it drove you crazy. He then finally felt you tightening up around him. You were about to cum. Your eyes started to squeeze shut. He was focused, determined.

The knot inside of you finally snapping.

You screamed as you creamed on him

Vision going black.

" girl I'm so glad were acquainted "

Finally, he didn't get to make you cum the first time

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I'm backk.

I plan on making this a series. Maybe 3 parts. And in those 3 parts this is pt 1. So I have to get working on pt 2 and 3 can't make any promises but I plan on uploading every other day.

[sillylittleguytm]

Hi! I saw your requests were open so thought I’d send one in. Could I have Copia with an s/o who gets sick a lot? Because of an autoimmune disease I have called Lupus I get sick a lot and it’s been kicking my butt lately. I just need some soft Copia to take care of me. 💙🖤

Unholy Quarantine

Copia x gn!Reader

Warnings: None. Just sick comfort.

Words: 831

A/N: Ayy this is the first request I've completed! I still have one more to take care of from a while ago but I'm finally returning. Anyway, I hope that this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request!

Copia can tell that you're unwell almost immediately.

He enters the room the two of you share after he arrives back from his duties for the day, and the first thing he hears is the violent coughing coming from inside the bathroom. His expression becomes one of sympathy, a frown gracing his lips. Just as you recover from your previous sickness, you catch something again. You just can’t get a break, can you?

Copia is quick to follow the noise to the source. He sees you in the bathroom with the door open, taking some medication. Immediately, he’s on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rubbing your middle gently. After the first few times, he stopped caring about the potential of getting sick. He’d rather be there for you during your frequent illnesses than keep his distance. You deserve to be taken care of. “Oh, amore. Where do you ache this time?” He asks gently, pressing a kiss to your head.

Copia is met with a sigh. “Everywhere. It feels like I got tossed down a staircase.” You reply, the congestion evident in your voice. He lets out a quiet chuckle, giving you a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. Then, he gives a small pat on your hip.

“Let’s get you back in bed then, hm?” Copia says. Without giving you time to protest, he begins to guide you out of the bathroom by the waistband of your sweatpants– red to match his own favorite pair. You try to laugh, but it’s quickly intercepted by a rough cough met with a quiet coo from Copia. He lays you down in bed, covering your shivering body with a light blanket to account for your inconsistent body temperature. With a sigh, you curl up underneath it and look up at him wearily.

“C? Can you get me some more tissues? Pretty please?” You ask, looking up at him with tired eyes. He gives a soft sympathetic smile. He could never deny you anything when you’re like this. Hell, he rarely denies you anything when you’re in good health.

“Of course I can, amore.” Copia readily agrees, standing up from his position on the bed to get you a tissue box from the other room. Before he makes it out of the bedroom, you call out to him again.

“Ooh! And maybe you could make me that soup like you did last time?” You suggest. You haven’t wanted to eat much of anything today, and it’s not likely that you’d be able to stomach much. But this soup sounded good. It felt so nice on your sore throat the last time. Copia chuckles.

“Anything for you.” He responds, once again prepared to do whatever you need to help you feel better. You smile at his willingness to help you, appreciative of all that he does for you. You swear to yourself that you’ll return the favor when he inevitably catches this from you.

“Oh yeah, and Copia?” You say, stopping him from leaving once more.

“Yes, amore?”

“Make sure you put some extra love in it.” You say, batting your eyelashes at him playfully with the joking request.

“Okie dokie.” Copia accepts, his tone soft. “This illness has made you extra sappy, I see.” He adds teasingly.

“Ah, I figured that I should be nice to you while I’m on my deathbed.” You say, dramatically draping a hand over your forehead and shutting your eyes. You quickly peek one open in order to view his reaction. Copia simply rolls his eyes. “So dramatic.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make with the soup, soup boy.” You say, resuming your original curled position under the blanket.

This reply makes Copia snort as he finally exits the room, bringing in the box of tissues before leaving your quarters and heading to the ministry kitchen to get started on your soup. It’s not often that he cooks, but for you, he’d take on the responsibility of cooking your every meal if you so wished. Entering the busy kitchen, he finds a corner out of the way of the sisters on dinner duty for the evening and begins to fulfill your request, making the soup with all of the care and love he holds for you in his heart.

Some light labor and some dishes later, the soup is perfected. He walks back quickly so he can give it to you while it’s still warm (and also because he hates leaving you alone when you feel bad). Upon opening the door, he finds you fully asleep in bed, holding a pillow to your chest. Copia sighs, looking between you and the soup. 

Should he wake you?

He quickly shakes away the thought, knowing that it was probably hard enough for you to fall asleep given your congestion. The soup could be reheated. In the meantime, joining you in bed sounds like an excellent idea. His embrace is pure love and could warm you like no soup could.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Tragedy of Love, Death and Maggots part 15

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14

I was awoken by a gentle tugging on my arm. “Fuck off, Athena,” I mumbled. She always did this, raring to go at too-fucking-early o'clock. “We've got nothing important to do, there's no rush.”

“Yes, there is,” came the response. Too deep to be Athena and too feminine to be Brett, I consigned myself to the grim day at the hands of Mrin. Goodness knew what she wanted with-

Ah, fuck. The memory of the previous day rushed into my brain with a mental ‘pop’, and I winced. “Bloody, fucking hell. We gotta stop that thing, don't we?”

Mrin, somehow looking more alert than me, nodded. “Yep. According to my prediction, she's gonna overrun this entire place if we let her. Already, she's begun expanding. Give her two more days, and who knows what we might be facing?”

With a sigh, I rested my head against the wall. “Great. Just fucking great. Can't we run? Brett and Athena aren't gonna be rescued either way, and I don't think they'll want us to die fruitlessly.” A second thought adjoined itself to my grumbling, and I found myself adding, “Besides, you shouldn't be in action right now. You had some god-awful kind of infection just now, and you were half-dead.”

Suddenly discomfited, Mrin shrugged. “Look,” she said, “It's complicated. What happened to me… Let's just say it was a occupational hazard. Thanks for cleaning me up, though. I'm better now.”

That statement did not make me feel better. On top of this hostile shithole, on top of Brett and Athena's deaths, on top of that monstrosity roaming the halls, Mrin was hiding something from me? Had been hiding something from me? Would continue to hide something from me? Did our years of travelling together mean nothing? Damnit.

I trusted her, yes. I'd always trust her. That was just how a partnership worked. But it was the first time I'd ever considered that this didn't go both ways, that she was lying to me. Probably for my safety, or perhaps for her own, but it still stung. It was another straw upon the back of a struggling camel.

She saw it in my eyes. “Look, Doc, it's complicated. After this is all over, I swear I'll tell you everything. No more secrets between us, okay?” There was a pause, as though that promise cost her something. “And, speaking of which… Did you mean it? What you said while you were trying to wake me up, I mean.”

Oh. That. For a moment, the old Doc, the one who got himself blackout drunk on the day of his med school exams and flirted with every woman in the bar came rushing back. Refutations landed on the tip of my tongue, as familiar as the lies I'd always told myself. I forced them back down. Had I not made a promise to myself? To not take the easy way out, as I'd always done?

“Yes. I meant it. I love you, Mrin. And I'm no poet. I don't have a way with words, or a thing for grand gestures, or even the ability to make this… place romantic. All I can offer you is what I've already given: a steady pair of hands and a partner to watch your back. You don't need to love me back. I know I'm a difficult man to love.” I found myself gripping her hands and looking into her eye. “But I hope you do. I really do. I hope you love me like a rock against the stormy sea, like the sun rising in the East every day, like a couple growing old together.” 

“There's a word for that,” she whispered back, leaning in close. “I can't recall it, but I know the Greeks gave it a name. I know it means sensible love. And I know- I know I love you.” She pulled me into a hug, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Never figured I'd find love, you know. Always thought that was for women prettier and smarter than me. Of all things, to find it here and now…” 

A tiny sigh escaped her lips, like the swish of a guillotine. I didn't like that sound, not one little bit. “Doc, there's something I need to do.” Her fingers dug into my clothes. “I- Stay here, will you? Wait for me.”

We disentangled from each other, and I said, “I'll wait for you forever if need be. After all, we did wait for each other all this time.” 

Mrin pursed her lips, the sides of her eyes crinkling up. “Yes, I suppose so. Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm gonna do, though?”

(next bit's gonna have a surprise hehe)

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - all these kisses Korea, are you feeling okay?

Entirely subjective yadda yadda. Organized sorta by favs in each category.

Sept 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 5 of 12 - I did think the sketch was done AFTER they’d become lovers. Meanwhile, I do enjoy the creepy slipping through time moments, adds nicely to the tension. I’m sublimely uninterested in all the hets but that's normal for me. Bit of a slow episode, but I'm looking forward to next week. 

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Cohabitation trope activated. Also "lovable grandma" is a new BL archetype I can get behind. Honestly PerthChimon's dynamic is good, it’s fun to watch a Thai BL where the leads are actually both stellar actors. There’s no stilted awkwardness to their dialogue back & forth or other interactions. I also like having MarcPuwin back on my screen. NO DAMN SINGING. Finally a fun twist on the faen fatale. 

Hidden Agenda (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - I like that we’re seeing actual realistic consequences of coming out. Not the big parental freak out, but the small nasties of opening up as an everyday queer. This is rare in BL.  

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 3 of 8 - Lap sitting, lots of kissing, one arm counter lift - thank you, boys. Stupid tiny dog (not a euphemism). Is it just me or does Max look extra pretty these days? Anygay, it’s all quite silly and I'm mildly enjoying it.  

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 11 of 12 - I remain enamored of Big Daddy & the Hot Doc but nothing else. 

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 3 of 10 eps - Their history and the consequences of the confession to their friendship all seems a little sad & cruel. But also it’s just this pulp, ya know? 

(10 points to the True Geek who gets that reference.)

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 6 of 10 - I want Mew’s moms’ story as a GL. (Not from this team, of course.) Ah even Sand can be a lying creep, best not to like anyone in this show... frankly, best just not to like this show. And ya know what, I'm pretty sure I really don't.

Could I make something clear? You can’t "steal a lover from someone." That's puerile thinking. That lover wants to go. It’s the lover’s fault (if anyone) not the one who stole that lover, no matter how much an asshole Top is. Sand’s ex is at fault, not Top. And screw Sand for thinking that way. Like his ex wasn't a whole person in their own right capable of making decisions?

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 3-4 Marry Go Round of 24 eps - The premise of this is dumb. The pair is fun. They still kiss great. The actors are good. Crap story. What can you do? Don’t watch it. 5/10 

I need to rewatch Destiny Seeker now. 

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - Omg. Too stupid to live. Why am I still watching this? How many more? Ugh. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Why R U? (Korea Wed iQIYI) eps 7-8fin - SaifahZon (no matter what country) are probably the softest enemies to lovers ever put on screen. Yes they are very cute and I like them better than the original. However, no one can out do ZeeSaint for the count down kiss on the rooftop. All in all, I enjoyed the final 2 eps, very cute. I liked this BL a lot but I’d love to know what somebody thought who hadn’t seen the original.

Ultimately, what can I say about Why R U? Korea?

Korea decided to remake, of all possible Thai BLs, Why RU? And that is exactly what we got: a short form, clean & pretty, uneven chemistry, slightly confusing, all the same tropes KBL that kind of cliff-noted the original but with none of the heat or complex relationship dynamics. I just … what world is this? Because it is BOTH bizarro land, and EXACTLY what I expected. How do I rate something like that? In the end I have to go back to simple questions: did I like it, would I rewatch it, and would I recommend it? Yes. Probably. And probably not. What the actual hell reality? 8/10 

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 1-2 of 10 - Office romance, broken-grumpy + innocent-sunshine. (Also cutie devil meets angel bestie hotties.) Gotta say, Taiwan is awfully good at moments of recognition. I sense some whipping boy and obsession incoming, looks good on you, Taiwan. Do I like it? Of course I like it! 

Kisseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 5 of 13(?) - Taiwan never met a trope it didn’t wanna play with. Teacher student + secret relationship, there’s only one bed but they slept together on the floor anyway... it’s a trope gum ball machine. I'm not mad, a bit confused, but who cares.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Uh-oh baby is sad. Yo is such a drama queen - I respect that in a boy. Also, I love it that W took it as and excuse to play Real Boyfriends. Also leaning v obsessive stalker there Japan. As expected you had to go there. Carry on, you do (and track on your creep app) you.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - Ugh. I kind of enjoyed seeing Minato in pain and having to work for the relationship for a change. But that’s just because I’m so frustrated with his character this season and I want him to SUFFER. Sides are cute tho. I like them better this season. 

It's Airing But...

Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I just can’t. The sound. DNF 

Bump Up Business AKA Bump Up Project (Korea movie) original cinema release was 9/15 but MDL indicates it's been moved to October so I'll shift my dates. Last status update. Love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency (based on a webtoon). Kpop boy group OnlyOneOf signed on to star. They’ve been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV series in this post. It’s from Idol Romance who will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You).

In case you missed it?

What Did You Eat Yesterday? is now available on Gaga. If you enjoyed Our Dining Table, you will enjoy this. 

I did a quick analysis of 2 different acting styles based on these 2 boys here.

Boyband, I finally watched the 6 eps that are available. It aired earlier this year and was hard to find. For good reason it turns out. Yes it’s about a Thai boyband so I skipped all the singing bits. I like the actor playing Juju (Brothers). Also hi Art, are you actually ageless? Lots of other familiar faces popped up like Copter, Max, Fluke. It actually started as a solid little story (if not much of a romance). The stuff with the organizers was v boring and there were 2 het sides but the rest of it was palatable. Operative word being was. Something happened around ep 3, like they lost funding as well as distribution and it just... fizzled. No real ending, no character dev, no story resolution, just blank. It’s like it DNF’d itself. 3/10 I don’t know what I just watched and neither does it. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still To Come In September

9/26 I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan ????) - Adapted from the manga, childhood best friends: The cool, smart one who’s good at everything, and his average, dorky friend who struggles. Always by the other’s side, but not together in the way they truly want to be. No matter how hard they try, their hearts cannot reach each other.

9/27 Absolute Zero (Thai iQIYI) - from 2021, Studio Wabi Sabi and New Siwaj finally bring us this “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from them, so I'm on my guard.

9/27 Bon Appetit (Korea iQIYI) - from 2022, 8 eps from GoGo Studio, romance between an office worker who lives off junk food and the man next door who cooks well.

9/? Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam YouTube?) - it's Vietnam so your guess is as good as mine.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Just look at the PRETTY! His makeup is flawless this series. I don't know who GMMTV hired new for makeup recently, but this ain't Thai style, this genius trained at the feet of Korea's finest. You keep that bitch (hon. gender nu) around, GMMTV, ya hear? (Hidden Agenda)

Gah, I love Yai so much. He tries so hard. He's such a sweet earnest character. He's like the angel-baby opposite of Chan (devil-baby) but they both my 2023 babies. (I Feel You Linger in the Air)

You know I love it when a BL gets meta about tropes. Here's Why R U?K calling out enemies to lovers.

Kabedon!

Yes we like all the snacks, thank you Korea. Your BL is basically snack food anyway. I'm not mad about it.

SWITCHES! I love it when we get this kinda thing. (All Why R U? Korea)

It me in all horror movies and whenever a boy starts to sing in a BL. (Venus in the Sky)

(Last week) 

[grandgtaman1a]

Blossoming Love

Pairing: John Marston x Reader

Summary: John gets jealous while Sean is flirting with the reader [Anon Request]

Words:728

Setting: In 1889

AN: Not beta read Please refrain from leaving hate comments. >Screaming in oblivion this is my first fic well it can be taken as a drabble too...I don't know I am confused as hell. >Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts >Do Not Repost Note: Abigail and Jack are not characters in this story. Second Note: Ignore the glass in the drink collage may change it later

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm, flickering glow over the faces of the gang members gathered around it. John Marston couldn't help but notice the playful scene unfolding before him. Sean, always the ladies' man, was in rare form tonight, and his attention was focused squarely on you.

Sean leaned in closer, his voice dripping with charm as he locked eyes with you.”Well now, lass, ye have the most mesmerizin' eyes I've ever seen. Ye must be from heaven, 'cause nothin' on this Earth could compare to 'em."

You chuckled at his smooth talk aware of his reputation for flirt you felt John shifting beside you His jaw clenched, and his gaze became steely as he watched Sean's advances.

John mutters to himself “Damned Irishman, always gotta be the center of attention.” you heard him saying But Sean was relentless in his pursuit. He took your hand gently in his, sending a playful wink your way.

“Ye know, darlin', I reckon we could make quite the pair. What do ye say?"

You found Sean's advances amusing, and you couldn't resist playing along."Well, Sean, you're quite the charmer, I'll give you that."You spoke grinning at him.

John couldn't hide his jealousy any longer frustration showing on his face. “Oh look it’s a regular love unfolding before our eyes is it”

Sean heard and turned his attention to John giving him a roguish grin. “Ah, Johnny boy, jealous are ye? Maybe you should try your luck with our lovely friend here” he teased keeping a hand on your shoulder.

You chuckled at the banter between the two men, the tension palpable in the air. John’s cheek turned red clearing his throat taking a sip of the beer contemplated with Sean’s suggestion.

John muttered under his breath “Maybe I will Sean. Maybe I will.”

As the night at the campfire continued, the playful banter between Sean and you continued, and John's jealousy simmered beneath the surface. It didn't take long for you to notice the tension in the air, and you decided it was time to address it. Sean left the seat his next target being Karen who ignored him at his best.

You turned to John, who was now nursing his drink, his eyes locked on the dancing flames.“John,” Calling him out softly “Is something bothering you?"

John glanced at you, his expression guarded, but the longing in his eyes was hard to miss.” Nah, lass, it's nothin'. Just enjoyin' the fire is all." he spoke hesitantly looking again at the flames.

But you could see through his facade and you weren’t one going to let things go easily. Keeping a gentle but firm hand on his biceps “John, it’s okay if something is bothering you. We’re all family and you can talk to me”

John sighed, his shoulder slumping. Taking a deep breath and finally admitting what had been bothering him taking up the courage he began to speak “It's just... watchin' Sean flirt with you like that, it gets under my skin, y'know? I can't help but feel... jealous.” he peeked at you waiting for your reaction revealing a small part of having a crush on you but then looked down at his drink.

You placed a comforting hand on his arm smiling softly at his admission, and he looked back at you, his eyes searching for understanding "John, I appreciate your honesty. But you have to know that there's nothing between Sean and me. It's all in good fun. Besides, I'm here with you." John's tension began to ease as he listened to your reassuring words.

John starts speaking softly “I know, it's just... sometimes, it's hard not to let those thoughts get to me." nursing the drink in his hands.

You smiled warmly at him, reassuring him further.: "We all have our moments, John. But I chose to be here with you, not because of Sean's flirting, but because I care about you."John's expression softened, and he finally let out a small smile.

"You're right, darlin'. I shouldn't let it bother me so much."

With the tension dissipated and a newfound understanding between you two, the night at the campfire continued, but now there was an undercurrent of romance in the air. The sparks of desire between you and John were undeniable, and as the flames of the campfire flickered, your fingers brushed against his, setting the stage for a deeper connection to blossom between you in the wild, untamed world of the West.

[cloudyzeusy]

Wait Reo ||

summary: Reo is too impatient and horny to wait so Nagi comes up with a solution.

pairing: Reo Mikage X Nagi Seishirou

genre: smut

warnings: Bottom Mikage Reo/Top Nagi Seishirou, Dominant Nagi Seishirou, Cock Warming, Soft Mikage Reo, Daddy Kink

"Nagi please pay me attention I'm hella bored." Reo pleaded wrapping his arms around Nagi sitting on his lap. As his long time boyfriend played video games with the rest of Nagi's best friends.

"Baby I already told you after this game." Nagi drawled not looking at Reo more focused on the game then his sub.

"Yeah but you said that for the last two games." Reo argued then he had an idea. "At least let me suck your dick." If anyone had heard this they wouldn't believe it was actually Reo the millionaire and entrepreneur speaking.

And neither could Nagi based on his astonished look eyes clouding with lust. Muting his mic he backed up from the desk giving Reo enough space to crawl under and pull down his sweatpants. He could see the look of want as Reo gazed at his cock.

Reo would insist over and over that Nagi had the most perfect cock ever. His dick felt heavy in his hands and he couldn't even wrap a hand around it . It had length and was thick. Best of it all it curved slightly meaning almost every time penetration happened be wouldn't be able to play football.

He was brought back to reality when Nagi gripped the back of his head and guided him down he was just about to begin sucking him off when Nagi warned him.

"No no since we are feeling fussy today no sucking me off I know how you enjoy that too much just put in your mouth and let it rest on your tongue." Reo looked back up at him with a ludicrous expression.

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious sweetheart." Nagi responded eyes now back on the game he was playing.

"Wha-What no please daddy I want to suck you off so bad." Reo begged sounding every bit of the cock hungry slut he hid from the public. His sadistic Dom payed him no attention and gripped his hair with one hand.

"Either you cockwarm me now and get a reward or I'll punish you after this game." Nagi stated looking down at Reo who scowled at him he knew he had only one option - cock warm him.

He didn't want to get punished today of all days so he bit his tongue and took Nagi's cock in his mouth and waited for him to finish playing COD. Reo was surprised that he began to feel calmer as time went on. The weight of his boyfriends cock on his tongue felt so fucking nice.

As time went on he began to grow impatient as the fuzzy mindset cleared. He didn't want this in the first place he just wanted to get fucked by his lazy ass Dom. Nagi was the type to put zero effort into anything but games, sex on the rare occasion.

He made Reo do a lot of work before he even lifted a finger. Yet his laziness and nonchalant attitude changed once he was desperate enough, excited enough or Reo was under punishment. He became sadistic he absolutely loved degrading Reo it was his favourite pastime though Nagi would deny it over and over.

Anyway Reo snapped back to reality and he couldn't help but suck on it a bit it wasn't completely his fault the cock inside his mouth was too appealing.

"Isagi man to t- ugh." Nagi groaned clearly not expecting the sudden heat at his cock. Quickly looking down to fix a glare at his disobeying sub and fixed with a searing glare that Reo ignored.

"Nagi are you alright." Kunigami's voice came through yet Nagi could hardly focus when he had the warmest mouth on him sucking the soul out of his dick.

"ah yes I-i am fi-fine." He held back groans he tried to focus on the game but his hands were shaky as he neared his peak.

He gripped Reo's hair and forced him back down as he came in his mouth. Reo pulled himself off his cock gulping down the cum wiping his mouth.

"I've got to go excuse me." Nagi hastily said muting his mic shutting off his PC before dragging Reo back onto his lap.

"What the hell is wrong with you huh? Are you too stupid to understand what cockwarming is. What would your colleagues think if they knew that you go dumb at the sight of my cock brat." He hissed at the boy pissed off yet Reo's confident attitude didn't waver yet.

"But daddy I couldn't help myself you haven't been paying attention to me." Reo whined he didn't think that deserved a punishment.

"Mhm I could understand that baby but didn't I tell you to wait." Nagi softened he moved over to the bed and laid Reo over his lap. "Since I could understand where you are coming from I'll only give you 15 count after each spanking."

The only argument he got was a grumble from Reo but he knew this was one of the softer punishments and he wouldn't want to worsen it. The few first spankings were alright but it got harder as it went on.

"ah se-seven~" He couldn't help but moan he was pent up okay! Sue him for being aroused by spankings.

"nine

ten

eleven

twelve."

"Three more okay baby?" Nagi muttered aiming his first one near his pink hole and so was the second one. For the last one he aimed it directly at Reo's hole making him let out a shout.

"Would you p-please fuck me now da-daddy." Reo panted eyes wide and since he asked so nicely Nagi couldn't help but oblige.

"Alright sweetheart lay down on the bed on your back." Nagi ordered moving to get the lube needed and a key. "First off since you've been good today I'll let you cum and unlock your cage."

He usually put Reo in chatisty to remind him who he belonged to at all times. Or to just stop him for getting off with his daddy with him. Which Reo hated but the last time he complained he was stuck in with a cock cage for a month.

"Do you want me to get you prepped or you'll do it yourself." Nagi asked giving him an option.

"Yes please." Nagi squirted lube from the bottle onto his fingers and slowly enntered two at a time. They hadn't had sex in a while so he didnt want to hurt him. He looked over at Reo's face looking for a sign of discomfort but all he saw was pleasure which made him smirk he entered another one.

Thrusting them in and out curling his fingers hitting Reo's special spot his prostate making him moan. "Oh god f-fuuck mhm please sir."

"What do you want baby." As he slowed down his pace waiting for Reo's response.

"Unhg... your c-cock I want it in.. ahng m-me." He whined excited and Nagi granted his wish lubing his cock up rubbing the bulbous head against the winking hole.

He slowly pushed in getting a quarter way in before Reo's legs began shaking and he pushed on Nagi's chest begging him to stop. "You wanted this cock baby boy so take it." Was all he said before he thrusted all the way in pushing against his prostate. Reo couldn't take the simulation after a long time cumming on his stomach immediately.

"Were you really that pent up." Nagi laughed before setting a steady pace inside Reo's heat groaning at the pleasure.

"Wa-wait ahh~ p-please too... too much daddy." Reo complained but was ignored by his Dom. As he went faster inside Reo began to get into it his head turning to mush from the pleasure letting out little uhs.

As he got louder Nagi had to shush him by putting his thumb into his mouth making him suck on it. Nagi couldn't help but smile his baby boy was really too cute when he wasn't at work. The fact that Reo loved to dress up cutely, call Nagi daddy and be controlled and rely on Nagi was too much.

Reo felt himself get closer to his climax and so did Nagi. "A-ahh daddy im close." He moaned out warning his Dom. "So cum." Nagi ordered stroking reo's dick slowly.

Reo strung random words together moaning as he came his body shaking not being able to take the pleasure. Nagi thrusted in one last time before cumming inside Reo he knew he loved the sensation of being full and reminded who he belonged to.

He slowly backed out of the tight hole with a wet squelch watching in delight as the cum flowed out. "You are mine isn't that right baby." He gripped Reo's neck.

"Y-yes just yours Nagi." He muttered on the verge of sleep. Nagi picked him up taking him to the bathroom where he would wash them both.

I love yous and kisses could be faintly heard from the bathroom.

[thetentaclecommander]

20 questions for fic writers

Sures, I'll bite @the-bar-sinister!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 49 on my TheTentacleCommander main 2 on SerpentineAndWet 1 on SoftTentacledJazz (which I will get back to!) and 1 on Waymaiden Jelecia (shelved for now) so in total: 53

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?  471,114 in total spanning all accounts the huge bulk being under TTC.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Resident Evil. I'm very much a ride or die writer when it comes to fandom longevity lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Electronic Brawling (the Nem/Reader fic I wrote over a weekend, 322) Tentacles Are -Not- Toys (Until They Are) (the Nem/Jill I wrote over a weekend, 288) To Teach a (b)oy (the femdom Jill/Nem fic I wrote cause I wanted to just be as kinky as possible about it, 138) Need. Excite. Take. (a morning warm up I did for a Tyrantfucker chat, 130) Teaching the Devil (my 'serious' drabble that turned into a longfic/1st part of a myth arc around Nem/Jill and all the whatifs that could happen, 105) *yes, I'm aware the smut is what sells lol*

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I love receiving them and answer, especially in depth ones.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ah, ha haha this one's tough. My main ship (Nemesis/Jill) is in my hands intentionally angsty so many do end on that note. If I had to chose it'd be a tie between After The Fall - Where Nemesis *really* struggles between caring for her and wanting to hurt the absolute fuck out of her. Necromancy - It's hard surreal/dreamy on purpose (also a fic staple of mine) that ends with Nemesis having done all he has to make Jill 'happy' is so deeply unhappy with himself in the end - but still continues to perpetuate the lotus eater world he's crafted for them.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  Where the wild things... - a really hard surreal dream fic of where Nemmy's head was at halfway through the 3rd arc. He has such an idealized, near childlike hope which is big for a generally angry and resentful creature. He clearly wants the world with Jill, where the chase benefits them both but a lot of the edges - like her own traumas - are shaved off. It's telling his dream was inspired by a children's book about dealing with anger, fear and finding/seeking comfort. But it's happy in the sense he gets that comfort he wanted so badly throughout his creation, and that when he awakens, it's with him now determined to reunite with her and their offspring. (con't after the cut)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really? When I was on ff.net I got snippy comments (I was a young babby then) but looking back it was just what we'd call today fanpol wanking to wank. These days I assume ppl are aware what I'm about so if I were to garner hate, I'd just laugh and write Nemmy fucking Jill even harder in unfortunate places. I can always go darker, kids.

9. Do you write smut? *stares at the camera deeply* Yesss? All the smut? They tend to range from soft heartwarming lovemaking, to conflicted should we be doing this, to rapey horrors, just weird monstery shit and then the kink. Just kinky shit all over the place. Very character study leaning.

10. Do you write crossovers?  Nah. I already have a lot in my head just handling one franchise!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Not to my knowledge but with the way I write it's gunna be a pretty fun time in pulling off imitating my voice as I sound high on my own fumes about a decidedly rare pair no one seems to wanna admit liking rofl That and all the formatting hell

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yea! In Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  Nah, I'm too much of a prima donna to share billing /jk I just don't like collabing unless it's for an rp but I'm also never say never about such things!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? *stares even harder at the camera* I...I'm the longest running one trick pony about having a parasitized Tyrant try to not murder with prejudice the most well trained person on the RE cast I make no secret about this :3 Also let me note my other most liked ships I have written on: Weskertine, Creva, and the Ada and Carlos tour. Valenfield ig (I do truly like em but they aren't as exciting to write for in comparison but I indeed do write them sometimes). Note these are for canons, I have loads more favs but they are ocs.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have like 15+ wips in my drafts. I don't wanna pick one cause it's just painful to look at them begging to be finished. The ones on my account I have every intent to finish. Mostly because they are related to the AU and it wouldn't make sense if I didn't finish them.

16. What are your writing strengths? The sex lol (and being weird with it). I've been told my imagery and word play in general is stellar.  

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I feel my dialogue could be better and it's where I struggle (unless it's my muses Nem, Jill, Trent and Zeus as they are the ones I've written for the most in fic/rps) so I always try to improve on that always.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Don't wanna. I tried, hated not knowing if the language was correct (looking at you, Carlos) so just did ye old << >> to imply he's not speaking English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?  Resident Evil. I am nothing if not persistent. (like my first fic was like in 2005-6? I think?)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  Again another tie but it's a 3 way *eyebrow wiggle*! A Slumber Recalled, A Devil Held - this was my 'can I do something soft but pained at the same time' fic. It's a revisit of the time they finally after 20+ chapters did the do, and it's from her pov instead. A lot of re contextualizing and 'wow both of these people have baggage and are doing this not out of love but to feel heard and it *hurts*'. Proved to myself that I can write something hard hitting without a single cry of physical pain. St. Valentine - where what was to be a simple Valentine's Day fic became a fun sacrilegious love poem from a very not at all obsessive Tyrant and then had an added chapter of the reverse side of Jill sounding mentally not all there almost fragmented in her feelings towards what this was between them. So much enjoyable word play was had. Necromancy - discussed above but has my brand of word play, leaning on the fourth wall/formatting/surreal and increasing uncomfortable.

------- All my writer mutes, have at! @damadisangue @naerwenia @coiled-dragon @s-dei @lmshady @azulas-daddy-kink @depraveddove @unchartedperils @sweet7simple @goth-automaton @dekujin @katophoenix (If I missed one of ya or you do write also join in :D)

[sarahowritesostucky]

2023 In Review : Authors' Edition

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again? I wrote my first drabble. Plan to do more as part of my compliments to fanart that I like and reblog.

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) 28

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I overuse semicolons and dashes and the first step is admitting you have a problem.

What piece of media inspired you the most? Handmaid's Tale, Snowpiercer (And of course MCU just b/c of Stucky)

What fandom(s) did you write for this year? Marvel/MCU, Actor RPF, Supernatural, Fresh, Snowpiercer, Knives Out

What ship(s) captured your heart? Stucky already had my heart. I really got into other C.Evans and S.Stan characters paired with OFC's, this year though.

What character(s) captured your heart? I liked exploring Curtis Everett and Lloyd Hansen. But I still ride or die for Steve&Bucky.

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year? Yes!! Lots of new M/F pairings, and 5 new C.Evans characters.

What fic meant the most to you to write? "The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"--because this was my first commissioned fic and I'm super proud of that. Plus, I've formed a friendship with the person who asked for it!

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? No clear winner for this one, just a ton of ties. Fluffiest fic was "Angels Are Avian Adjacent"

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? "The Merging: A Union" - just b/c I've left the SN fandom and was glad to have given the story an end.

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it? "Medically Necessitated" - because there is SO much I want to include in the plot of this one and it just is hard to keep it all straight in my head sometimes. Plus I'm rarely in the mood to write it because I hold the tone and quality of the writing so dear to my heart, that I don't want to just phone it in or half ass it. It is not finished (yet!).

What fic was the easiest to write? "Wet Dream" was written as a Bingo fill, and it felt like it came pretty easily.

What were your shortest and longest fics this year? "It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady" - 863 words "Medically Necessitated" - 91,000 words

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023 "Medically Necessitated"

What were you go-to writing songs? "Wicked Game," "Enjoy the Silence," "I want to," "Like U," "Say It," "Falling," "Insomnia," "Should Be Higher," "Daddy Issues."

What were your go-to writing snacks? Kratom, caffeine pills

What was the hardest fic to title? Hydra Sanatorium - the title was actually something else that I decided I didn't like, so it got changed.

Share your favorite opening line A 3-way tie between: 1. "As a gigantic fucking Duh, hiking that last mile home with an ass full of cum is no fun." (BB & his 1001 Fetishes, ch 34), 2. "The Morning When Steve Finds Out What Bucky Wants to do to His Dick:" (Modifications & Improvement of Functions), and 3. "Sebastian’s in the middle of taking a dump when he hears his phone out in the kitchen. “Ah, crap.”" (I Prefer Girls Who're Not Afraid to Cry)

Share your favorite ending line A 3-way tie between 1. "What the hell kind of simp-ass Dom even calls themself something stupid like "Bucky," anyway?" (It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady) 2. "And then, nodding at the box of Midnight Black #106 that the other man is considering, furtively advises, “... don’t do it.”" (Merry & Bright, part 2) and 3. "Well, Bucky utilized his super soldier stealth skills. Steve tripped into the floor lamp." (Good Ol' Fashioned Values)

Share your favorite piece of dialogue I couldn't sort through ALL of the dialogue, lol, but it would definitely be the dirty talk in one of them. A recent one that comes to mind is the sexually tense and taunting back and forth Bucky has with his half-sister in "Make it Stick", or the banter between Ransom and his ex-GF in "Who'd You Have to Blow to Get That Part?"

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene AGAIN, too too many to sort through them all, but I love the scene in Good Ol' Fashioned Values where Steve and Bucky are making love, and Steve is emotional over wanting to be the omega mate he used to be for Bucky, and Bucky tenderly reassures him that he's still the perfect mate: [[“Buck, oh, p-please …”

“Uh huh. That’s right Honey. So soft. You work so hard to go soft for me, don’t you Sweetheart?”

Steve whimpered in a way he rarely did anymore, hands flying up to cover Bucky’s on his neck. “Yes, yes,” he gasped. His fingers curled into Bucky’s metal ones and held on almost desperately. “Please. I can be good. Buck,”

It broke Bucky’s heart a little bit, and he cooed sadly and shook his head. “Aw, Stevie, no.” He changed his pace, slowing down and fucking in deep and staying there to grind them together. “You’re always good, Honey. Always. Even when you can’t.” Steve’s eyes got misty at that, and plaintive, sad sounds started working their way out of his throat alongside the moans. Bucky hushed him. “Shh sh sh, Sweetheart.”]]

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out? The last paragraph of Modifications & Improvement of Functions, because the tone of the fic was so lighthearted and so twisted at different points, I wasn't quite sure which tone I wanted it to end on. [[Steve’s old junker of a heart gets another ding in it. He pulls Bucky in close to be the little spoon, and lies there kissing at the back of his neck for a long, long time. “You always work right, Buck. You’re always perfect. I love you.” He traces the edges of the star that’s carved into the nape of his neck, and eventually he whispers, “We’ll go to the piercing shop tomorrow.”]]

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? That a 16 year old character may NOT be written engaging in even non-explicit sexual relationships in a Tumblr fic. I had to reformat a few details to be safe (but I increased the age gap super much instead, so nah nah! 😝(Got my abusive Tumblr Staff Troll 🧌to thank for that one.)

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) Google Docs. Sometimes I'll jot something small down straight onto a Tumblr post.

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? I'm just really satisfied with the themes and unique way the narrative handles the subject matter in Modifications and Improvement of Functions, I think. As well as how I navigated the half-sibling incest depicted in "Make it Stick"

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? When I achieved 5 in a rows on Bingos, I posted the masterlists. First time doing that!

How did you recharge between fics? Sleep, binge eating, elliptical machine/gym, Youtube videos.

If this were an awards show, who would you thank? My supporters who have commissioned fics, my most frequent commentors/rebloggers, and the people who supported me when the Tumblr Staff Troll 🧌 started abusing her position. (@smlmsworld, @autumnrose40, @pia-bartolini, @pandafishao3, @albymangroves, @rogersbarneses, @cobaltmoonysart, @justsupersarahthings (@and the others who I probably forgot!)

What’s something that you want to write in 2024? I have a fic I was writing for the @stuckyhistoricalfiction challenge that I never finished because of an injury/recuperation, but I truly love the fic concept and what I have written so far, so I'd like to finish that this year, even if it's just a shorter version than I'd planned. I also had two fics I was supposed to write and another fic I was supposed to draw for, for the @stuckybangs, which I didn't complete due to the injury. I'd love to collab with those partners and fulfill their visions! BUT MOST OF ALL: I want to finish up many, if not most (or all 😅) of my WIPs that I have going. I love them all so much and have no intention of letting any of them remain unfinished forever!

[geddy-leesbian]

HEYYYY !!!!! so i was just wondering a few things if that’s okay

1. what re games have you played?/which is ur fav

2. did u like luis the moment he was introduced or did knowing his full story really connect w you?

3. rare pairs!! i love rare pairs so please explain any of the ones u like with luis :-) not asking about any in particular i just like to see people talk abt stuff they like

TYSMMM BYEEEE

YAYYY ASK!! IT'S MORE THAN OKAY

1. so my RE pipeline was kinda wild. In 2020ish I watched my sibling play through RE4 on our wii, but didn't have any strong feelings, like nothing stuck with me. I literally forgot Luis existed, I had zero memory of what he was like in that game. Then last year they showed me this fantastic youtube video and I was hella interested in Leon/Luis so they replayed RE4R (they're insanely good and had already beaten it several times) and I became OBSESSED with Luis and Leon and RE generally. After RE4R they binged and replayed (with me watching ofc) some of REmake, RE2R, RE7, and Village. The games I've actually played myself are RE1 but only the DS port, Revelations, RE4R, both Chronicles games, and this obscure beauty that is incredibly noncanon but actually very dear to me:

(and I've at least read about/watched some cutscenes from all the other games)

This is insane of me, but honestly I fucking love Darkside Chronicles so much that I almost want to say it's my favorite, but I won't go that far and just say that RE4R is my favorite with an honorable mention to Darkside. 

2. My first real exposure to him was from that youtube video so like

yeah I was hooked immediately and then got deeper and deeper into RE lore and loved him even more 

3. Of course I love Winterserra. I just love that they're both what they need, that they save each other; Ethan needs saved from his infection/the corrupt part of the BSAA, Luis needs a malewife someone to save him from himself and his guilt, making him feel like he deserves to live and pulling him out of his depression. 

I'm also going to gush about a nonromantic pairing that I really love: Luis and Alfred Ashford.

It all goes back to Darkside Chronicles:

My brain worms honed in on "traitors to Umbrella" and went "ah yes so Luis Serra would have been in Rockfort if he'd tried to sabotage the Nemesis Project instead of quietly disappearing to Valdelobos. Interesting." That spawned a whole AU where Luis avoids execution by being charming as hell. Seeing as Alexia Ashford was a child prodigy, Alfred is 👀 when he finds out that a prisoner he received is also a child prodigy (I imagine Luis being the first and last child prodigy to end up in Rockfort, most would just be too brainwashed and manipulated to want to break away. I mean I guess technically Wesker and Birkin were child prodigies who broke away but Luis would still be the only one that ended up in Rockfort) and has Luis moved and treated better than other prisoners. Luis learns to roll with Alfred and stay on his good side, eventually managing to con him into believing that a) he did not betray Umbrella at all but got framed by his coworkers and b) an elaborate bullshit story about Luis actually being nobility.

... which Alfred REALLY likes and he gets to be the first non Ashford to enter the private residence, where he's supposed to be Alfred's companion until Alexia wakes up. I'm going to cut this ramble off here but being Alfred's BFF is actually hell on earth tbh (Alfred is genuinely very fond of Luis and tries to treat him well, but the problem is that Alfred Ashford is a mentally unstable absolute WEIRDO that has no idea what normal people enjoy and their basic needs so like. Yeah. It's better than being physically tortured/executed/a guinea pig, but still a very bad time!) but Luis hangs in there and eventually escapes back to Valdelobos, but as a very different person, a very bitter one who would really, really not want to help Leon and Ashley… but still would eventually.

My last Luis rare pair is Luis/Annette but there's not much to elaborate on really. Annette likes fucking him because she's trapped in a loveless marriage and William hasn't had sex with her in years and Luis is young and pretty, and a lot better in bed than William. Luis likes fucking her because he feels like a monster for his work and misses Leon (this is an AU where they knew each other as teenagers) and sneaking around with a blonde reminds him of sneaking around with Leon back in the day. There's nothing emotional, just two people using sex as a coping mechanism to distract themselves from how deeply unhappy they are. (i kinda lied it does get a bit more interesting with Annette entrusting Sherry to him when Everything Went Wrong, but up to that point the "relationship" is 100% physical, only sex, no feelings.)

AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I ALWAYS LOVE ANSWERING ASKS <3

[celestelunisea16]

What would it be like if the couple met each other's ex, Lilith and Dalv or el bailador

Ah, yes... The exes and the ohs~

SOOOOOOO let's see...

So starting with Lilith first, I'm gonna think here.

So Lilith being Lucifer's first and all, I feel like she would be mostly thinking she'd question it immensely... Like she understands the fact Lucifer and Starlo can be compatible, but... huh??? Like she's just either concerned or didn't think Lucifer would stoop to someone like Starlo. Like seriously, he's a farmer. A CORN farmer. In the underground. With a Sheriff persona. A... What do the kids call it these days, a Cosplayer? For a while, I feel like she'd be thinking lowly of Starlo for a while, but then once she sees reason on why Lucifer picked Starlo, she'd become more supportive of him or she'd just leave them be. I only know so little of Lilith besides the fact that she left her own family in hell for a vacation to heaven so I can't fully come up with a reaction besides making an educated guess here. (I feel like she'd probably react in both ways.)

Now with Starlo's exs for ye, you specified that his ex be either Dalv or El Baliador, (personally, I like a different rare pair myself, so you slay pearl ;>) SO I'MMA DO BOTH but in different scenarios!

So I feel like Dalv would have like... a kinda 'I'm okay with this' sorta vibe when meeting Lucifer, but when told it's the King of Hell he's sipping a glass of tea, then immediately spitting it out onto the floor out of surprise. He has to take several moments to make sure he heard that right, but afterwards it's just him regaining composure and asking how they met, as a try to make small talk. (He is trying his best :() Once Lucifer talks with him and they get onto topics Dalv likes to talk about, they get along.

El Baliador, now, to be truthful to you my friend, I feel like would be so hyper it'd match up the energy but at the same time it's so hyper, the first meeting is sorta like, "Oh, bringing fun to see if you can make it less tense than it should be, good idea...?" Which can end up in two ways: A possible friendship! Or painstaking never coming back again failure- I feel like it would really depend on Lucifer's mood. They'd probably get along with the fun part at least if Luci is in a fun mood! :D

(☆~The mother of Cowboy King Shipping writes once again for my Cowboys and Demons while she waits on bedsheets to be dried~☆

Now I go back to animating a Tarabi thing~ qup)

[sergeant-axton-blog]

i kno zer0 is an alien/robot thing but i like to think that he has a face under his mask and Axton likes to kiss it.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

like a bad habit

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader

▸words: 4,906

▸warnings/rating: EXPLICIT - some angst, arguing, lots of fucking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, power imbalance, power play, size kink, facials, oral sex (m and f receiving), woman on top, wall sex, frottage, panty kink

▸summary: after you and ghost sleep together, things go wrong.

▸a/n: these idiots are either fighting or fucking. it's all the same, i guess. enjoy.

⮞[part I]

👻[simon 'ghost' riley masterlist]

Ghost could not get enough of her. He was surprised they hadn’t been caught yet. The lingering glances, the ridiculously loud and intense sex they had—it’s a wonder no one was coming to knock on his door to ask what the hell was going on.

Even now, as he had her pinned against the wall with his hips grinding up into her, he had wondered how they had been so lucky not to get caught. Of course, he had picked a utility closet that people rarely went into, but he purposely left the door cracked open. He got off to the thrill of getting caught, and it seemed she did as well.

“Simon…fuck yes!” she whimpered. “Harder.”

He grunted and angled his hips differently as he pistoned up into her. He kept his eyes on her as her eyes rolled back, and she came around him again.

“Another?” he asked, and she tried to say something, but it was all gibberish. “You take me better each time we do this.”

She looked at him then and smiled before biting her lip. “Cum inside me. Fill me. I wanna feel you dripping out of me all day.”

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is gonna be the death of me….” He stopped thrusting, and she pouted. “On your knees, love.”

She got on her knees slowly and looked up at him. He stroked himself a few times, then stopped.

“Spit for me.” She spat on his cock, and he spread it around, stroking himself right over her face. She opened her mouth, and he groaned, then gritted his teeth.

“Jesus fuck!” He grunted, slapping his hand against the wall as he began to cum. He made an absolute mess of her, some even landing in her mouth. Seeing it on her face and mouth made his knees weaker than they already were.

“Swallow that for me, hm?” he told her, and she made sure to exaggerate for him, showing him her tongue after. He stuck his thumb in her mouth and let her suck on it for a while before hooking it against her cheek and pulling up so she would stand.

“Let me clean you up, soldier.” He pulled out a handkerchief, which he now always kept on him just for moments like this, and cleaned your face.

“Thank you, sir,” she said innocently.

“If you don’t stop, I'm liable to bend you over here and now,” he threatened, moving closer.

“Do you ever get…worn out?” she asked, laughing.

He smirked. “Not while I’m with you.” He kissed her, and she melted against him. “We’d better get out of here.”

“Do we have to?” she whined.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He pulled up his pants and righted himself as she did the same. “See you later?” he asked.

“Of course.” She turned to open the door slowly and quietly, then peeked out. “Bye, Simon,” she whispered before walking out of the closet with a little bounce that made him smile.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that, numpty?” Soap asked as you stared at nothing, daydreaming.

“Hm?” You looked at him and blinked a few times.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked, leaning in close to you.

“N-No. What do you mean?”

“Hm…” He backed away and looked at you suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“Ah, got it. You’ve got a new boyfriend,” he said, but you shook your head. “Girlfriend?” Another no. “Partner?” You could tell he was getting annoyed.

“None of your business,” you told him.

“I always make it my business. I’ll get it out of you one way or another,” he said.

“We’ll see about that.”

“What if he finds out?” you asked Ghost, who was frustratingly calm about this.

“I don’t know,” he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“You could get in trouble. I could get in trouble!”

“I doubt Johnny would go around telling people if he found out.”

You sat beside him on the bed and sighed. “I’m scared,” you confessed, playing with your fingers.

“Of?” he wondered.

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble over…me….” You shrugged. “I’m not worth the trouble.”

“Don’t say that,” he snapped. “Don’t talk that way about yourself.”

You looked at him. “I don’t know how else to feel.”

“You know I’ll protect you, right? I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said.

“It’s not me I’m worried about, Simon,” you told him. You looked into his eyes and immediately felt calmer, then reached up and cupped his hidden cheek.

“You’re a protector. I know. But…how do I protect you?”

“I don’t need protectin’, love.”

“You don’t always have to act so tough around me, you know? It’s okay to feel…different emotions,” you said.

Then immediately wished you hadn’t.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His entire body tensed, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Nothing. I just…I didn’t mean—”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it,” he snapped.

“Simon…”

“Why do people think I don’t feel things?” he asked.

“Well, you’re not the most…open person.”

“I am. I’m open with you,” he reminded you.

“Simon…there is so much I don’t know about you. And, I don’t know, you could be keeping things from me….”

“You sayin’ I’d lie to you?” he asked, standing suddenly.

“You’re twisting my words.” You stood with him, determined to stand your ground. “But I know no matter what I say, you’ll find a way to take offense. I think you like to be angry because it hides everything else you may feel—sadness, pain, fear, and love! You’re a mystery, Simon Riley.”

“When did you become a fuckin’ shrink?” he asked, and you laughed bitterly.

“I wish I were one so I could get into that head of yours.” You shook your head. “Your face isn’t the only thing you’re hiding from the world…from me.”

“That bother you?”

“Actually, it does,” you confessed.

“Then maybe you don’t understand me as much as I thought you did,” he said, and you glared at him.

“Pushing people away is a defense mechanism….”

“Stop with the getting into my head shit. It’s not working,” he growled.

“Obviously,” you mumbled.

“Go,” he said suddenly.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get out.” He was so calm while saying it that you were sure he couldn’t be serious.

“You’re kidding.”

“If I wanted to be analyzed, I’d have done it long ago. I don’t need this from you or anyone else.” He walked toward you so you would be forced backward toward the door.

“What did you need from me, Simon? Hm?”

“Who knows? Maybe I already got it,” he blurted, and you furrowed your brow.

“Fuck you.” You were happy that the words came out before your voice broke. You stormed out, not understanding what just happened but understanding it perfectly simultaneously.

It wasn’t like he could talk to anyone about what just happened because no one fucking knew. He was so close to running after her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that, so he let her go.

He knew how badly he had hurt her just by the look on her face.

Why did he say that?

He had never been one of those men who slept with someone and left them. He would never use someone just for that, but he let her leave the room believing it.

So, what now? How would he fix this without help?

If he had kept his fucking mouth shut, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

It had been weeks—weeks of her avoiding him, ignoring him, and making him feel like he didn’t exist. Most of the time, he welcomed the feeling of being unseen, a Ghost to the world, but in this case, he wanted to be seen by her and her alone.

“Hey, Lt.!” Soap shouted, running to catch up with him. “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asked.

“What?” Ghost continued walking.

“Why are you sending the lass away again?”

Johnny's question stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait, what?”

“I just heard that she’s being sent to another base. You can’t keep doing that to her,” Soap barked.

“I didn’t,” he told Soap. “Did anyone say where she was going?”

“Wait, you aren’t responsible for this?”

“As shocking as it may be, I am not responsible for this. Have you seen her at all?” Ghost asked.

“Last I saw, she was heading to her room. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Ghost walked away and made a beeline for her room. He had to figure out what the hell was going on.

The knock on your door was unexpected. Typically, you don’t answer your door without checking who it is, but you were so distracted with packing that you walked to the door and pulled it open without so much as a ‘who’s there’.

Once you saw who it was, you began shaking your head. “No. I have nothing to say to you. Please go.”

“What’re you packing for?” he asked.

“I decided I needed a change of scenery,” you said without looking at him. You kept walking past him as you grabbed more of your things until he finally grabbed your arm gently.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why do you care?” You snatched your arm away from him and kept moving. “You already got what you want from me, right?”

“You know I didn’t mean that,” he told you. “I-I was angry. I just said whatever came to mind….”

“It doesn’t matter. The captain already signed off on it, so…I’m leaving.”

“I’m going with you then,” he said plainly.

“No, you’re not.” You sat down beside your packed bag on the bed.

“I can do what the hell I want, love.”

“Don’t call me love.” You sniffled and looked away. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be told you were only being used for one thing?”

“I was a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry.” He knelt before you, and you almost gasped at the action. “Look at me, love. And, no, I will not stop calling you that.”

“Simon…”

“I didn’t mean what I said. I swear to you. I’m asking for your forgiveness,” he said.

“Simon, get off the floor.”

“Not until you say you forgive me or not.” He looked into your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve had my heart broken already. Tell me now—do you only want us to be fuck buddies?”

“I—”

“Because I need to know before I let my feelings get the best of me,” you told him.

“What we’re doing is dangerous,” he started, “But I’m willing to risk it all for you.”

“I don’t want you risking anything for me, Simon.” You shook your head. “And you really shouldn’t come with me. It looks suspicious.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded. “Can I at least come to visit?”

“You can do whatever the hell you want, remember?” You smiled lightly.

“Is that a smile for me?”

You shrugged. “Maybe. Now, will you please stand?”

“I kind of like kneeling for you,” he simpered, and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not working tonight. Sorry.”

He sighed loudly and stood. “I guess I deserve that.”

“Yeah, you do. Don’t you ever say anything like that to me again,” you told him.

“I have a temper,” he started.

“Yeah? No shit.”

He silently watched you pack some more. “I don’t like this.”

“Simon, just let it happen. It might be good if we just…give each other a little time anyway.”

He furrowed his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying that maybe this is good—slowing things down a little,” you said, afraid to look him in the eye.

“I see. Are you regretting…this?” He pointed at you, then himself.

“I don’t regret a thing,” you reassured him, but obviously, we don’t know each other very well, and maybe we should have taken more time to do that.”

“You know me….”

“I don’t, Simon. You nearly bit my head off over something I said…something I didn’t know would upset you. I don’t know you,” you repeated.

“Can we stop talking about it?” he asked, exasperated.

“No, we can’t. You hurt me,” you told him.

“With words?”

“Yes, with words, Simon. Just because you don’t think something will hurt someone doesn’t mean it won’t.” You closed your eyes and sighed. “I need to finish packing.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“I think I do. Look, I don’t want you to think this means that I don’t care about you because I do. I just have to do what’s best for me right now. I have to figure things out,” you said.

“And the only way to do that is getting away from me?” he asked.

“Don’t…”

“I’ll admit, I’m not good at this whole thing. I’m not a bleedin’ romantic, I don’t write love letters or try to sweep you off your feet, but I am not the monster everyone thinks I am.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster. I never have.”

“I care about you in ways I have no idea how to show.” He stopped talking and just looked at you.

“I know you’re a good person even if you don’t think you are. I won’t say anything else, but just know that you have never been a monster to me.” You put your hand over his heart. “Because of this.”

He put his hand over yours. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Of course. I’m looking forward to that visit,” you said with a smile.

ONE MONTH LATER

He couldn’t believe how much he missed her. He honestly didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much. His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he and Soap approached the base she had been stationed at.

“Maybe she’s found herself a boyfriend,” Soap teased, and Simon’s nostrils flared beneath his balaclava.

“Maybe,” he said. And maybe I’ll break his fucking neck…he thought. That wasn’t fair, and he knew it; she didn’t belong to him, but he felt protective of her and selfishly wanted her all to himself.

He got out of the jeep, scanning his surroundings—a habit. The man who greeted them was boring, and Ghost tuned him out until he spoke your name.

“You guys all worked at the same base together, right?” he asked, and Ghost nodded once while Soap answered excitedly. “I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. Ah, there she is.”

Ghost turned to where the man was pointing, and there she was, talking animatedly with someone. She laughed and touched the man’s arm, and Ghost felt himself getting tense. She only turned to them when she heard their footsteps.

“Johnny?!” she exclaimed and ran into his arms.

That kind of hurt. There was no such excitement for him.

“Hey, Ghost,” she said with an awkward wave, then cleared her throat.

“Soldier,” he said with a nod.

The dull man finally left him alone, but he only felt awkward. He turned to the man she had been talking to and looked him up and down.

“Oh! Forgive me for being rude. Simon, Johnny, this is Lieutenant Martinez.” She put a hand on this man’s back, and Ghost bristled again. Johnny got along with just about anyone, but Ghost was different; he had to build a rapport and learn to trust.

He truly just wanted her alone right now. He wanted, no, needed to talk to her. He needed to be her center of attention.

How fucking selfish is that, mate? He thought. She looked at him as though she could read his mind.

“Simon, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She turned and started walking with Ghost following closely and silently behind. It wasn’t long before he was walking beside her.

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” she said, then looked at him, “How are you? Truly?”

“I missed the fuck out of you,” he said quietly. “What’s up with you and that Martinez guy?”

“Nothing. He’s just…wait…” She stopped walking. “Why?”

“No reason. A man can wonder, can’t he?” He avoided her gaze.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” She asked playfully, and he rolled his eyes.

“Jealous of that man? Not in the slightest,” he lied, wanting to wrap his arms around her and kiss her right there and then to stake his claim.

She laughed and reminded him just how much he missed that sound. “I’ve missed you, Simon.”

“Have you?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’ve had no one to…entertain you?” he asked, and she snorted.

“Entertain me, hm? It depends on what you mean by entertain,” she joked.

“You know what I bloody well mean,” he snapped.

“No, Simon, I haven’t been fucking anyone. Is that what you wanna hear?” she snapped back.

“Good lord, woman….” He looked around to make sure no one had heard.

“Have you found any entertainment?” She used air quotes.

“What do you think?”

“You just got here, and you’re already driving me crazy,” she said.

He moved closer. “Yeah? Well, good.”

“Insufferable,” she mumbled before walking away while shaking her head.

Was he really asking you that right after touching down? He saw you laughing and talking with Martinez, which put him on high alert that easily. Part of you wanted to tease him a bit, but you changed your mind.

“You think I’m insufferable?” he asked, catching up to you again.

“When you’re like this…yes!” You took him by surprise. Perhaps he had forgotten that you weren’t afraid of him. “Let’s go…sir.”

“Would you slow down?” he huffed.

“Why?” you asked. Then when you both rounded a corner, he grabbed you by the hand and put it behind your back, gently pressing you into the wall.

“Because I said so…” he breathed in your ear. “Because I want to get a good look at you. It’s been too long.” He smirked under his mask when he felt you push back against him.

“Simon, we’re gonna get caught,” you said, but there wasn’t a hint of worry in your tone. “You can’t possibly fuck me right here.”

“Oh? Can’t I?”

Your knees buckled slightly, and he let go of your wrist so you could turn around. You looked up at him, his eyes nearly black.

“That wasn’t fair,” you whined.

“You loved it,” he quipped, and you shrugged. He knew by now that you had a thing for his size and power over you.

“When are you gonna let me kiss you, love?” He had you caged in again.

“Do you think you deserve to kiss me right now?” you teased.

“You think it’s safe teasin’ me?”

“Probably not, but you can’t make me stop…sir.”

“Stop, soldier. That’s an order,” he said, leaning in even closer.

“Make me,” you whispered before ducking beneath his arms and escaping.

“When can I see you?” he asked as you walked away.

“Room 415. An hour,” you called over your shoulder.

Simon had to slow himself down as he made his way to her room. His dick was leading him, if he was being honest.

He slowed his breathing and cleared his throat before knocking on her door. She answered without asking who it was.

“Lieutenant…” She held the door open to let him inside.

“How’d you know it was me? I could’ve been anyone,” he said.

“How many people do you think I invite back to my room, Simon? Jesus…”

He shook his head. “Sorry.”

“Show me. Kiss me,” she said, giving him that innocent look that had something hidden behind it.

He sat on the side of the bed with a manspread that he knew would catch her eye. “Come and sit on my lap, soldier.”

She walked over slowly. He watched how her hips swayed, and he couldn’t wait to see her bare skin again.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, then put her hands on his cheeks. He just looked at her, and she looked at him before pressing a kiss to his covered lips.

He growled, quickly pulled the mask over his lips and nose, and then crushed his lips to hers. She yelped in surprise but kissed him back with just as much urgency.

“I’m gonna ride the fuck outta you, Lieutenant,” she murmured.

“Oh yeah?” He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it eagerly. When she pulled away, he watched the saliva stretch from her mouth to his.

“You dirty fucking thing.” He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, not caring that he needed to come up for air. She swirled her ass against him, and he pushed his hips up to meet the friction. They both looked down at where her covered pussy pressed against the bulge in his pants.

“Make yourself come, and then I’ll let you have it,” he teased.

As they dry-humped each other, he pictured the way her panties were probably clinging to her because of how wet she was. He wanted to taste it badly.

“Si-Simon…” She let out a few high-pitched moans then he felt her body tremble as she came.

“Look at you. Aren’t you a good girl for your Lieutenant?” he asked rhetorically. “Undress for me, hm?”

She stood on weak legs and undressed, saving her panties for last, but he stopped her as she hooked her fingers under the waistband.

“Come lie down.” He stood and tapped the bed, and she did as she was told. Fuck, she was so fucking good.

He crawled between he legs and kissed her thighs, biting down here and there. As he got closer to her pussy, he met her eye. Then he buried his face against her clothed pussy, breathing in deeply. He held her steady as he swirled his face against her, breathing her in before pressing his wet tongue against her panties. He pulled away and then spat, getting them even wetter.

He found her clit easily, even hidden by her panties, and pushed his tongue against it. Suddenly, he pulled on her panties, ensuring the crotch rested between her pussy lips. He licked again, then began moving the material up and down and side to side against her. It gave her enough friction to get her going but not enough to get her off.

He enjoyed hearing her whimper and watching her squirm, but he needed to taste her. He pulled her panties to the side slowly; it was almost like opening a present he had been waiting for too long. She was glistening for him, and his mouth watered. He spread her lips and zeroed in on her clit—licking then sucking it into his mouth.

God, he missed her taste. He closed his eyes in pleasure, drinking her in. Pushing her legs back to get better access, he began tasting her earnestly. She held her legs open and back for him, looking down at him as he sucked on her clit and pulled away slowly before releasing it.

“This fucking pussy…” he murmured before licking again. “Is addictive.” He was going to cum in his pants, which was not what he wanted. He wanted to save it for inside of you—to mark you as his on the inside.

He pulled away from her pussy reluctantly, standing quickly and undressing. She made him feel unbelievably confident with how she looked at him—scars and all. He was about to climb on top, but she stopped him with her foot.

“Remember what I said, Lieutenant?”

“Oh…right.” He stroked himself as he lay on his back. He felt vulnerable and unguarded this way, but he was willing to handle any and all of it just for her.

She straddled him again, and he noticed her panties were still on. Why was that so fucking hot? He didn’t know or care, he just wanted her—to feel her. She lifted herself just a bit and pulled her panties aside before grabbing his cock and sliding herself onto him.

“Oh, fuck! You’re stretching me so much!” she whimpered. “I fucking love it.” She leaned down to kiss him, then sat up again, putting her hands on his chest for balance. Then she was bouncing on him nice and slow at first. He kept his hands on her hips as his eyes rolled back.

“Fucking…pussy…fuck���tight…give…me.” It was all he could say.

She looked like a fucking goddess bouncing on him. She moved her hands to his, where they dug into her thighs. She held his hands as she rode him now. There was something about that that made everything so much more intimate. And he actually liked it.

“You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock, Lieutenant,” she moaned.

“Mm mm…my name,” he grunted. “Say my fucking name, love.” He grabbed her arm and tugged her down to him. Her forehead rested against his. He met her thrust for thrust, and she began to fall apart on top of him.

“Keep your eyes open for me. Look right at me, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He kissed her deeply then her mouth fell open against his as she hit her peak again.

“I…I…I…fuck, Simon. Yes, yes, yes, Simon. Please!” she cried.

“Look at you go. Cummin’ all over your Lieutenant’s cock. Feels good, don’t it?”

“Mmmmm.” She couldn’t speak—going completely cockdumb on top of him.

“You gonna let your Lieutenant cum in that pretty pussy, hm? Gonna let me fill it up?” He flipped her over in one swift motion, not even faltering in his thrusts.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“I know you’re gonna let me, know why? Because you are mine. I’m your superior, and you love it. You love when I tell you what to do, don’t you? Yeah, you fucking do.”

“Simon…do it. Please,” she begged. “Please, sir.”

“Oh FUCK!” he shouted. He grunted louder and louder as his thrusts slowed but got harder. “Ahhhhh!” he groaned as he began filling you, nearly whimpering as he noticed that you were spreading your pussy lips for him. He pulled out slightly early, ensuring some of his cum got on your pussy as the rest dripped out of you. He made sure your clit was covered in his cum, then slapped the head of his dick against it, making an obscene sound.

“Fuck,” you whimpered breathlessly.

“Made a mess of you again, love.” He collapsed on top of you, summoning enough strength to kiss you, gathering extra saliva in his mouth to share with you. He slipped his softening cock back inside you, keeping it warm.

You woke up a few hours later, still covered in a heavy warmth you wished could last forever. You felt sticky but in a pleasant way. When you shifted, he immediately woke up and blinked down at you.

“Shit…sorry,” he said, voice still full of sleep. He rolled off you and then turned his head to look at you.

“Didn’t know you were such an intense dirty talker,” you joked.

“Have you heard me fucking talk? Nothing clean about what comes outta my mouth.” He gave her one more kiss before pulling his mask back down.

You were going to ask if he wanted to shower with you, but that would involve him removing the balaclava entirely, and you weren’t sure he was ready for that.

“Come with me,” he said quietly as he rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. You followed him, and he was turning on the shower.

“Simon, you don’t….”

“Close your eyes,” he commanded, and you quickly did. You could hear him moving then you felt his hands in yours as he helped you step into the shower.

“You first.” He began washing you, cleaning every inch of you thoroughly.

“Will you help me with my back?” he asked, and you nodded, reaching out blindly. “You can…open your eyes,” he said in a quiet voice you had never heard him use before. You were nervous. Why were you nervous?

You opened your eyes slowly to see the expanse of his wide back and broad shoulders. His back was covered with a tattoo, and you remembered imagining him having a tattoo there. You slowly let your eyes travel up to his neck and the back of his head.

Blond. That made you smile. You weren’t surprised on account of his eyelashes and eyebrows.

You reached for the body wash and rubbed it into his back. It was pure muscle and sinew that rippled beneath your fingers. You looked down, taking in his shapely bottom and thick, muscled thighs.

You took a deep breath and took a chance to move your hands to the front of his body, feeling his stomach beneath your hands. Somehow, it was softer than the rest of him, which made you all the more attracted to him.

He placed his hands over yours, and you thought he would move them away, but he just kept them there, moving his thumb soothingly over your fingers.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You rested your head against his back, hearing his heartbeat through it—it was pounding.

“Do you want to get out?” you asked.

“Just a little longer. That all right?” he asked.

“Of course, Simon. It’s perfectly fine.”

[mixed-kester]

my three DPSes with the one support they all have in common

team: Kaeya, Keqing, Wanderer, Xingqiu tags: @zhongrin @meimeimeirin @ansy-tea

a/n: why the hell does tumblr not have two blue colors?

holy shit this team is...something. on battle, kaeya makes a good burst support along with xingqiu. keqing and wanderer fight for the onfield time, but they're both good at exploration.

off field, however...

kaeya ⇄ xingqiu = frozen

my first ever built DPS and support, oh where do i begin?

both friendship 10 as well, so they have a good relationship with me as their uh...handler, yes, let's use that word.

very good friends, brothers even. 

kaeya looking out for xingqiu when he goes on trips for rare books and xingqiu always being reliable in terms of that sweet sweet commerce guild discount in wine.

kaeya sees xingqiu as his little "brother of sorts", and is generally lighthearted at his pranks. 

he even pranks back. its all in good faith

"And so, our valiant hero now faces his final dilemma; will he save the family he was bound to by blood, or follow his friends who he deems his saviors?" Xingqiu writes triumphantly, his hands trembling from the hours he spent writing on paper. He rubs his red eyes, staining his face (and the mattress) with ink, and reclines back on his makeshift pillow-chair.

"Oh, still awake, i see? Now, our dear Esther wouldn't like that." Xingqiu looks behind to see Kaeya standing at his door, very tall, and sounding very deprived of sleep.

"You're one to talk, sir Kaeya." he would say back... but, Kaeya looks like he's not in the mood for banter.

At a loss on what to do, Xingqiu points to the chair on his bedside. "Bad dream?"

Kaeya doesn’t respond, but shuffles over and sits beside him.

"What do you want me to do?" "Hmm... how about you tell me all about the book you're writing?"

"Okay, but only a sneak peak! This is supposed to be secret.”

I'm worried about you.

keqing ⇄ xingqiu = electrocharged

respectful.

mainly because Xingqiu is like oH MY GOD THE YUHENG???? OH SHIT I GOTTA ACT LIKE A PROPER BOY (he isnt)

keqing is like that one family member who you don't know much about but somehow knows a ton about you and buys a shit ton of gifts to compensate for lost time.

except the thing Keqing isn't compensating for is lost time.

it's her appreciation.

This is the sixth rare book he has gotten this week.

The Man Who Stole the Lone Star is sitting in his desk.

The third volume of Vera's Melancholy, and supposedly the same series which perished amongst the flames of that one big library burning, is in his table.

Xingqiu dares not to touch the book. Besides the obvious, the book's cover is well cared for, the pages in mint condition.

Someone paid a fortune to send this to me, he thinks. But who? Everybody's best sense when acquiring a rare book is to sell it for the people who want it, isn't it?

"Has anybody seen Keqing?" Xingqiu hears Esther asking downstairs. Keqing is missing?

"She went out. Something about books." The blunt voice of the Wanderer answered his question.

"Huh. Oh well, you're up, Wanderer. I need someone to get 24 more Cor Lapis." Esther's voice turns icy.

"Are you sure it has to be me?" Wanderer asked icily.

Silence. Xingqiu coughs loudly.

"...fine, let's get this over with. That old hag better be with me." He grumbles.

Lady Keqing...hmm. Nah, she can't have. Xingqiu shrugs and lounges on his couch, finally reading the new book. Ah, that old book smell.

She might not even know me outside of battle.

wanderer ⇄ xingqiu = swirl: waves

where do i begin with this.

ever since the Wishing incident, I didn't pair him up with wanderer in fear of some kind of PTSD triggering him.

surprisingly, though, i found them together once outside the dinner table together. xingqiu's...cutting his hair.

of course, both of them denied it ever happened.

"E-Esther! Why are you still up?" Xingqiu snaps up, hiding the scissors behind his back.

"Excellent question."

Esther found the Wanderer and Xingqiu in a spare room. They found the Wanderer wrapped up in one of Xiangling's aprons, sitting and his hat off. Xingqiu is concentrating on his hair, trying to cut it as straight as he can. Without a mirror.

Well, was concentrating.

They walked forward, seemingly not seeing a very red Wanderer, and yanked Xingqiu's arm, showing an everyday scissor with indigo strands stuck in it.

Esther looked at it in dumbfounded silence.

"...stay here."

They left just as quick.

Xingqiu dared not look at Wanderer's very, very steely gaze at him, suddenly becoming very interested at his modest, worn out shoes.

Are they angry at me? Am i kicked out? WIll my artifacts be given away and tossed to the-

He feels the scissor being taken from him and....replaced with another scissor? Xingqiu looked up and saw Esther looking sheepish.

"You should have told me. Ah, no, scratch that. This guy over here will threaten you not to." They glare at Wanderer. He scoffs.

"It's good that i found you both actually, because you'll be transferred to him. Not permanent." They added hastily after Xingqiu looked shocked.

"Also, Wanderer. Treat him well. He's your senior. That good?" They looked down and smirked in Wanderer's face. Xingqiu can't see it from his angle, but he imagined that he looks very very angry.

"Fine."

"Alright, go to bed, both of you. The night is young, and the rain howls outside. Good night." Esther straightens up, nods at Xingqiu, and then leaves the room with a soft slam on the door.

An awkward silence fills the air. Xingqiu still stares at the door, at a loss for words.

...

"What are you waiting for?" Xingqiu snaps out and sees the Wanderer glaring at him.

Xingqiu straightens up and nods.

I'll try my best.

keqing ⇄ kaeya = superconduct

good friends.

initially, i was worried that they won't hit it off, but they do, fortunately.

i guess working with the public has its own problems, and having someone to relate to outside of work must be relieving.

keqing is frustrated about kaeya's "laziness", and kaeya feels like keqing is too fast and endlessly toils with her work

he got her to drink one sip of wine to relax, and it somehow devolved into drinking a whole bottle.

"They..they benched me!" Slamming her fist on the table, Keqing sniffles and downs another gulp of wine.

“They didn’t,“ Kaeya assured her. For the fifth time.

This time was supposed to be for relaxation. 

“They told me themselves. You just have, and i quote ‘a very unique fighting style’.“ He now moves his hand to the vice-grip of Keqing’s hand on the wine bottle.

“Now, let go of the bottle.“ He tries to pry her hand off, but she swats it away. 

“...Nooooooooooo.“ Keqing’s eyes are unfocused as she tries to glare at him, but she sways, the chair creaking as she laughs bitterly. 

“You’re not acting like the Yuheng right now.“

“I don’t care.“

The glints of the shards of wine glasses on the table makes Kaeya’s eye flinch. 

I’ll clean that up later. Right now...

Kaeya catches her from falling. Keqing scoffs, yanks her arm away from his hand and drags her chair closer to him, each second punctuated with a sharp crunch.

“You don’t...understand.” She points at him accusingly. “You’re favored. I...”

Her frame shivers as Keqing tries to wipe the tears away from her face. He looks at her.

“I’m unwanted. Do...you don’t know how it feels.” She now curls up on the table, heaving and sobbing. 

He reaches for another wine bottle.

I do. 

kaeya ⇄ wanderer = swirl: blizzard

Seemingly neutral.

Everybody who has been near 20m from them knows this not to be true. 

Kaeya’s banter with Wanderer has always been loaded with snarky double meanings and with more sass than ever before.

Wanderer’s, however, has been more brutal and more contemptuous than the previously mentioned team members. 

It’s like they despise each other or something...

"Ah, but you see, our dear Esther needs me to read these books in order to improve my skills properly." Kaeya drawls out, not-so-subtly showing off his newly made Amenoma Kageuchi in front of a seething Wanderer.

You see, Esther made the very wise decision, Kaeya thinks, to adorn him with a crown for reaching the pinnacle of his Elemental Skill. He will be the first one to be crowned.

Ever.

"That's fine. But don't you think they should crown someone as eminent as me? I mean," Wanderer scoffs, clearly not fine with it. "I have utility off the battle. I can fly, but you can only run."

"And what is that supposed to mean? Don't tell me that, oh, no, the ever grumpy Wanderer is...concerned about his role? I thought you learned your lesson already." Kaeya stoops down and raises Wanderer's hat.

He swats it away.

"Don't touch it. And no, I am not concerned. They clearly favor me before you, after all." He now glares at him straight in the eye, with absolute hatred hidden in lovely shades of purple.

"After all, what use does a Khaenri'ahn have on a team?"

Kaeya's eye widens. Wanderer laughs.

"You think you can hide it from me? The son of an Archon? I know who you are." Wanderer's voice now lowers to a deadly whisper.

The cavalry captain is silent.

"At a loss for words? No matter. This conversation served no purpose." Wanderer now straightens up and stares at his star-shaped eye.

If you ever betray them, I will drag you down to the abyss myself and enjoy tearing apart your limbs one by one.

keqing ⇄ wanderer = swirl: downburst

HERE IT IS, MY SHIP

Except no, at this period in time, this isn't a ship yet.

Wanderer has heard of Keqing's skepticism from the moment he stepped foot outside his room after... yeah, you'll see.

Esther warned him that some of her views are unorthodox for the people here, but he's more intrigued at the fact that a mortal is skeptical of the gods.

He has met many skeptics throughout his wanderings, but most of them border around "this god doesnt grant my wishes so i hate them."

Keqing is more concerned about other matters, though.

"Three condensed resin for Desert Pavilion, two resin runs for ley lines..." The Wanderer heard Keqing groan upstairs.

The house is silent, with the occasional snore of Esther as they sleep under the stairs, separated by only a silk screen.

Why they don't have their own room even though they're the owner, he never bothered to ask. They seem insistent on getting him his very own room, even though he insisted he's just passing by.

They think it's nonsense, even though i don't need rest.

He lounges on the couch, placing his hat on the floor. With nothing better to do, he goes upstairs to get a random book from the library.

"Wanderer. Why are you still awake?"

He looks behind to see the Yuheng, still as poised and tense as ever.

"I don't sleep. I could ask you the same question." He raised an eyebrow at her. She looked confused at first, but then remembered that he isn't human.

A reminder that I don't belong.

"Esther has relegated me the plans for your artifacts. Kaeya and Beidou will lead the team." She replies, hands behind her back and her voice as sharp as ever.

"Whatever. As long as they're out of my hair." Wanderer walked past her, no longer interested in reading a book.

He stops, seemingly thinking of something.

"How about we continue this downstairs?" He looks back on her.

She blinks. Then she nods.

"Might as well. I need to ask you a few questions."

Intriguing.