#and what we'll do if they don't get it done by then

[bratbarzal]

you said i could send multiple requests and you wouldn’t block me

could you do roommate (or neighbour) nico with ³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

“i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.” with neighbour!nico!!!!! bc of course neighbour nico joins your boozy galentines, wears pink fluffy cowboy hats and sings horrific karaoke duets with you. why wouldn't he? not to toot my own horn (again) but beep beep this is a dream that I have had since lunch and I am not giving up on it now.

“I’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything I need to know about how your date went.”

You're locking up your apartment when Nico emerges from the elevator down the hall, shoulders slumped and face downcast as he trudges over to his door.

You'd seen him when you got home from work, earlier - dressed in a dinner jacket, hair all styled, shirt tucked neat - and he had told you he had a date. On Valentines Day.

And yeah, your heart had pretty much plummeted to the very core of the earth, but at the very least, you got to see him looking so good - a vision to store in your memory bank for a rainy day, when you're thinking too hard about how close he is, just across the hall, but so far away, only being your neighbour, and all.

And that was only an hour ago. Just enough time to get ready, yourself. Hair curled all nice, makeup done - the sexiest outfit you could possibly throw together, because it's girls night, and you deserve to feel your best.

A good date doesn't last an hour. Doesn't end up with a guy slumping home, hair all mussed from running his hands through it, jacket slung over his arm and his heart crushed into pieces.

"Got stood up," he huffs, reaching into his pocket for his keys, "Said she didn't realise I was a hockey player, and didn't think I had the brain cells to hold a serious, thoughtful conversation for a few hours."

"Ouch," you frown, feeling anger more than pity - because, wow, what a bitch!

"You look nice, though," he throws out the compliment almost as an aside, but you can tell by the way his eyes linger that he means it - fixated on the spot where your skirt ends and meets bare thigh. You're probably gonna freeze, but you're going to get some great pictures for your Hinge profile, so does it really matter? "Didn't realise you had plans."

"Going out with the girls," you tell him, "Galentines, 'cause we're all single this year."

He nods, his gaze trailing back up your body until your eyes meet, torturously slow, only enhanced by the darkened colour of his irises. "Have a good night."

"You should come," you tell him without thinking better of it - hypnotised by the low, sexy tone of his voice. It goes straight through you - almost takes control of you like a puppet on a string.

"I'm not a gal," he frowns, although he makes no move to go into his apartment.

"You're single, though," you shrug, "I don't think they'll be too fussy on the criteria once we get a few drinks in."

"Are you sure your friends won't mind?" he asks, eyebrow wiggling and head tilting in the adorable way it so often does.

You press your lips together as if you're rethinking it, casting your eyes slowly down his figure - broad shoulders, big arms practically bulging through his shirt, slacks clinging to his thick thighs for dear life. Your friends will have the time of their lives with this.

"Considering a night out only won the vote for what to do by fine margins, I think they'll be okay with it." You smile, knowingly, nodding toward the elevator, "C'mon, we don't want to be late."

"I don't get what that means, what came second?"

"Magic Mike." You smirk as you walk backwards, reaching to press the button and laughing when his jaw drops. "You take your shirt off later and we'll be golden."

The poor guy has no idea what he's in for.

--

Your girlfriends don't mind when you and Nico meet them at the bar, not once you've introduced him - his name not ringing a bell until you mention he's from the apartment next door, and you see the flash of recognition wash through them almost like cascading dominoes, knocking each other over one by one.

They don't know him as Nico, he's much more fondly referred to in your group chat as sexy neighbour, after all.

You've only been telling them about him for the past 18 months you've lived across the hall - regaling them with stories of bulging muscles carrying grocery bags for you, compression shirts sticking to him when he comes back from the gym, and the one time the fire alarm went off in summer, and he hadn't thought to put a shirt on when you met out the back of the building.

Yeah, sexy neighbour is pretty much a celebrity in your friend group.

They welcome him with open arms, and the night evolves, as they so often do in your friend group, in highly chaotic fashion.

It starts with a round of shots, because of course it does. The bar is rowdy, the music loud, and those tiny little glasses of you-don't-even-want-to-know-what loosen lips all around. Nico picks up on the dynamic of your group pretty quickly, shifting the shyness he had walked into the establishment with and charming them all with that same dimpled smile he got you hooked on the day you met.

Shots turn into drinking games - chugging cocktails, taking on dares, spilling secrets, and you learn so much about Nico that you would never have known otherwise, so much that you would never have had the guts to ask.

Drinking turns to dancing, which starts in a crowd on the floor, bodies all smushed together, and ends up on tables, Nico by your side the whole time, hooking an arm around your waist so that you don't fall.

You end up bar-hopping to an extent, the second place you go being a little quieter, and you're all way too drunk to stay, so you end up at the karaoke joint further down the street.

Your friends all pick the girls night classics, Man I Feel Like A Woman, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and there's even a full dance intermission for three of your friends to perform Single Ladies.

You all end up adorning fluffy pink cowgirl hats from god knows where, fluffy feather boas slung from your shoulders, and Nico is suddenly grabbing your hand, dragging you on stage, and handing you a mic before you're fully aware what's going on.

But by then you're too drunk to care, belting What Makes You Beautiful at the top of your lungs with him, still conscious enough to blush when he directs the lyrics towards you - as out of key and awful as they may sound.

And you don't know what happens between that and ending up at the club, bass thumping in your ears, blood pumping, skin sweating, and your back is pressed against his chest. You can still see flashes of feathers in your peripheral, your friends close by, but you can't really focus on anything else.

Anything other than the heat of Mr Sexy Neighbour, himself, flush against you, one of his hands holding yours to keep you steady, the other in the dip of your waist, and his breath warm on your bare neck. You lean into him more than you probably should - more than the sober you of tomorrow will be comfortable with, when you're bumping into him again and unable to look into those pretty eyes - and he leans in right back, nose at the junction where your jaw and ear meets, lips flush against your skin, where you hear him mutter, "I should get you home."

You nod, because what are you supposed to do, speak? With him looking at you like that?

Fat chance of that happening.

And he takes your hand in a firm, clammy grip, doing the rounds between those friends that still remain - the ones he hasn't had a chance to personally see off into a cab - telling them to text him if they need help getting home, and to text you when they eventually make it there.

He guides you practically the whole way home - helps bundle you into the back of a cab, buckling you in for safety and sitting in the middle, where you can lean on him with a heavy head, and your hand in his the whole way.

He throws an arm around you to help you stumble your way through the lobby of your apartment building, holding you up in the elevator and pressing the button for your shared floor. And then he props you up beside your front door, taking your keys from your purse and unlocking the door for you as you watch him with a tired but focused gaze.

God, you want him.

Is the world really so cruel that he would never want you back?

When he finally tries the right key and pushes the door open, he looks over at you, a heated gaze assessing if you're fit enough to send in on your own, and you imagine it's the way you blink slowly at him that tells him you're not.

You were just admiring him, really - your buzz wearing off, and the stumbles added for dramatic effect so that he wouldn't stop touching you - but he doesn't need to know that.

He makes a come here motion with grabby hands, and you practically launch yourself back into his arms, him accepting you with an amused smile as he walks you into your apartment, throwing your purse onto your counter and leaving your keys on the side.

You tug a little to steer him down the hall - in the direction of your bedroom, because if he's gonna play white knight, he may as well go the whole way.

"I had fun tonight," you tell him once he's dropped you off onto the safety of your bed, the bouncing motion only making you slightly dizzy again as you watch him stand before you, hands on his hips. "I don't want to say I'm glad you got stood up, but-,"

"I had fun, too." He tells you, dark eyes landing straight on yours as he slowly lowers, dropping to his knees in front of you and reaching for your leg. He starts unzipping your boots for you, and you watch him with what you can only assume are hearts in your eyes, a slow, dreamy sigh wracking through you.

"Wish I got to see you with your shirt off."

He laughs, in a way that makes his eyes crinkle in the corners and his shoulders shake - genuine amusement flooding through him as he looks back up at you, the angle straight up sinful and sobering.

He holds your other leg behind the knee, large hand warm against your bare skin, and slides your other boot teasingly slow - your gazes locked for the whole manoeuvre - his hand following down your leg until he discards both boots to the side.

He stays down there, kneeling in front of you, staring up at you with the prettiest eyes you've ever seen - a flush to his cheeks and a million thoughts racing through his brain.

You lean forward before you can think, and he meets you half-way in a kiss that's slow - sensual and pressured, firm and assuring - the taste of tequila on his tongue as it swipes against yours, which no doubt tastes the same.

He's the first to pull back, but it isn't all the way - just until your lips smack apart, his nose still pressed to yours as he avoids your chasing with a big grin.

"You're drunk."

"Don't care, wanna kiss you." You just about manage to catch him before he pulls back again.

"Not like this."

And then the touch of him is gone, the bump of his nose and the press of his forehead to yours disappearing in a way that makes you pout.

The way he kisses you again is quick - too quick to react, really - before he retreats again.

"You know where to knock when you're sober."

You let out a groan as you watch him leave, unashamedly watching his ass as he goes, eyes still lingering when he stops at your door and catches you with a knowing smirk.

"Happy Valentines Day, sexy neighbour."

[checosbluespring]

you are my everything → sp11

sergio "checo" perez x wife!fem reader

genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, shower sex

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, slight angst, slight possessiveness, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 1.6k

song: tommy & pamela - peso pluma

sidenote: hi everyone!! i have not uploded in so long but this has been in my drafts for a while so i though i would finally finish it up and post it. i miss checo so bad but i genuinly hope he is enjoying life right now, he deserves it and so much more. please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic (I write for all drivers including indycar) and marvel/9-1-1, also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Sometimes you hated being married to an athlete, especially an athlete who risks their life every time they work. This was the second time this year alone you had witnessed your husband Sergio get in a really bad accident. The first was in Monaco and now in Baku. This crash terrified you. It happened out of nowhere and all of a sudden you see your husband crushed up against the wall. You feel a pit in your stomach start to form and tears start to well in your eyes. Everyone in the paddock is looking at you.

You feel a bit of relief when you see him jump out of the car, looking seemingly fine. You knew though that he would be pissed. You silently thank yourself for not letting your kids come to this race because they shouldn't have to see their dad hurt. Although you know that they are probably watching the race and that you should call and tell them their dad is okay.  You decide to try and find him before he is taken to the stewards and has a team meeting. 

Pushing through crowds of people you make it to the front of the garage and see Sergio, walking fast into RB’s hospitality. Part of you knows his emotions are high and he's angry so you want to leave him but you need to check on him. 

Just as you venture off to go find him, your phone dings and you see a text from him.

I'm fine Amor, we will be fine. Please go back to the hotel room. We are going to be here for a while and I don't want you just waiting. Go get dinner and call the kids. I'll be back as soon as everything is done. Te amo mucho mi reina.

You feel a bit disappointed as you read the text, but you know he's doing what's best for you and himself at the moment. All that matters is that he's okay and you are willing to back off until you see him later tonight. 

You catch a ride back to the hotel and make yourself comfortable. You call your kids and reassure them that their dad was okay and that he would call them as soon as possible. 

While you wait for your husband to make it back, you decide to take a shower and order some dinner for the both of you. It was incredibly hot at the race and a fresh shower was all you needed to feel a bit better after the emotionally draining day you've had. 

Time is passing by very slowly, you've already eaten, showered, watched a movie. You keep looking at the time on your phone, it reads 8:00, but it's been radio silence on your husband's end.

Another hour passes and you finally track his location to see where he is. You see that he's finally leaving the track and on the way back to the hotel. 

30 minutes pass before you hear the door unlock and open. You sit up and watch as your husband walks in and takes off his shoes. 

“Amor…” you speak, but are quickly cut off by Sergio saying “babe, I know you have been waiting all night for me, and I love you so much but can I please shower first and then we'll talk”. You nod your head and that's all he needs to start undressing and heading to the shower. He closes the door and you hear the water start. 

Knowing that he's so close but still so far away builds a fire in you. You need to talk to him, be close to him, feel him. You make the split decision to walk into the bathroom and confront him. Your plan is to just sit on the floor, and ask him questions that's all you need. 

As you walk in you see droplets of water run down his toned back, everything is steamy in the room, further adding to the flush on your cheeks. Seeing your husband naked shouldn't make you so hot and bothered but it does, the way his shoulders flex, his long legs, and broad back. 

Something snaps inside of you and you decide to take your clothes off, you’ve already showered but you needed this. Opening the door you slip in right behind him and hug his back. Instead of breaking away from the touch he embraces it, pulling you in closer.

“I’m sorry mi amor, I was just so upset and I didn’t want you to have to see that side of me, you or the kids” he says while turning to face you.

“I know baby, I know but you have to talk to me, let me know that you are okay, I was terrified that something happened” you respond.

He nods and says “ I know I’ll always keep you updated. you and the kids are my top priority always”

Satisfied with his response you place your head on his chest and hug his hips loosely. Peering up at him you ask “are you sore?”.

He nods “my back and neck are killing me, but nothing a good massage couldn’t fix” he winks down at you. You laugh at his response but feel a pit form in your stomach when he says he’s hurt. 

“Let me take care of you” you say as you turn him around and grab the shampoo to wash his hair. You silently thank the hotel for having a removable shower head so you can properly wash Sergio up. Taking your time you run your hands up and down his body, your final resting place being a firm grip on his beautiful cock. 

You have seen male genitalia in different forms but nothing ever compares to how pretty and satisfying your husband’s is. You grab some conditioner in your hand and slowly flick your wrist up his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips. “Fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had your hands on me”. You silently nod, it really had been too long. With you and him separated most of the season, you find yourself craving him more and more with each hour you are apart. 

“I’ve missed your cock so much, my fingers don’t compare to yours” you whisper into his neck. 

Your husband reaches down in between your legs and shoves two fingers in you simultaneously. It doesn’t hurt from how wet you are but, you know that you have to be tight because the last time you’ve had something in there was a couple of weeks ago when Sergio was able to come home for the weekend. 

“Mierda you are so tight, you need my cock in you don’t you?” 

You nod desperately, all you need is to feel him inside of you. Next thing you know Sergio is pulling his fingers out of you, placing a heated kiss on your lips and tightly gripping your hips to turn you around so that you're facing the glass wall of the shower and your ass is presented perfectly for him. 

“Fuck look at this big ass, it’s all mine right baby? It’s mine to fuck nobody else” you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each filthy word that comes out of him mouth. You aren’t necessarily into ass play but you do love how obsessed your husband is with yours. 

“Fuck me please Sergio, I want you so bad” 

Sergio spreads you open and slowly thrusts into you. The burn is undescribable. But also one of the best feelings ever. He grabs your hips like a vice, making sure to leave bruises for the following days. He slowly rocks into you, as you try to find any piece of dry surface to grab onto so you don’t slip. Moving your hips backwards you start to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, it feels so good” you grit out through your teeth. 

Sergio grips a handful of your hair and pulls you flush against him. He attacks your neck leaving a trail of soft kisses and hard bites. 

You start to feel that familiar sensation in your pelvis, desperately wanting more you trail your hand down to your clit and start rubbing circles in hopes to get you across the finish line. 

Sergio sees this and pounds into you hard and fast. If he keeps up this pace you are gonna come in minutes, you look back at him and whisper “just like that”.

He understands and keeps going at that pace and suddenly you feel something snap inside you and you are cumming all over his cock. You lose feeling in your legs and your knees start to buckle, Sergio keeps you steady while still trusting in you. The overstimulation getting to be too much, your husband notices and says “too much baby?” You nod and he pulls out finishing the job with his hand around his cock. 

His hand grabs your hip to keep you in place and he shoots his load all over your ass, he cums with a quite fuck and leans his head over your shoulder while he catches his breath. 

After a few seconds of pure blissful silence, your husband speaks up “thank you amor, I truly don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as my wife. I love you and nothing will ever change that” you feel yourself getting choked up because it’s not common for Sergio to get sentimental like this but you turn to face him and hug him, whispering a quiet I love you. 

At the end of the day no matter how worried you are about his job, you would always support him, and honestly life couldn’t get better than this. 

[cc1010fox]

Part 3 Wolffe: Cody? Rex? Bly? What are you three doing here? Cody: Fox allowed each of us on Coruscant... Rex: Reluctantly... Bly: He almost cut the transmission before I could tell him I wasn't here to kill him... Wolffe: It's pretty obvious why he'd think that...I just wish he didn't... Stone, followed by a small squad: Gentlemen. Cody: Really? Stone: Quiet. I believe allowing you here is a worse idea than everything else Fox has done in the past few days, so my patience is less than nothing. If you even look at a Guard funny, I'll drop you all without hesitation. Now, strip. Rex: What? Stone: Strip. We'll provide a new set of clothing for you all, but you're not getting anywhere near Fox with anything on you now unless it's shoved up your shebs. Actually...we'll be checking there too. Bly: You're treating us like prisoners. Stone: I wonder why he sent me... Wolffe, already stripping: No reason to be a smartass...How is he? Stone: Better than he's ever been. He's in his element for the first time since he arrived on Coruscant. Fox is a leader. He was never meant to serve to the degree that he was forced to. You don't know what he's been through, you don't know what he's endured for us. All of us. Cody: We have an idea... Rex: We're his brothers after all. Bly: He talks to us. Stone: I think you underestimate the power of shame, vod. Sometimes, the only people you can open up to are the ones who have been through what you've been through. After I put this glove on and make you bend over, you might have an idea of what I'm talking about. Anyone with hidden weapons in any of their orifices will be executed immediately. You have one chance to confess to hiding anything...No one? Alright. Cody, you first. Cody: That seems calculated... Stone: It is. I trust you the least. Cody: ...And I thought things were too lax at the prison...

[yenyu1s]

drinks or coffee.. (pt.2 of girls never die) kang sae-byeok x f!reader

written by @yenyu1s ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)

pairing(s) : kang sae-byeok x f!reader

contents : comfort, splash of angst, sae-byeok has her wall built up high (but she has a soft spot for you), cheol being cheol, readers parents are douchebags GOOOSH, use of y/n and (name). this is lowkey a slowburn

synopsis : you'd never thought you'd see her again.

the girl who saved you that one fateful day, the girl who you couldn't bring yourself to forget— her presence lingered in your memories, perching over a small red chair in the visitor's room of the children's home that your little sister, haneul, resided in.

wc : 3k

taglist : @saebyeokbliss @lunaryoongie @knfthxv @monkey4lifer @saebyeokiesworld @we1rdth0ughts @vigilxntesht @bitchybananaflower @wiltingconquest @peelover25

(a/n) erm how do we feel guys do we like this chapter i sure don't

you stared at your phone that rested in the glass coffee table, it took everything in you to not bash your phone against the glass, sending glass shards flying in your tiny living room.

you ran your fingers through your sweat-dampened hair, your scalp burning with frustration, with disbelief. trying to process the phone call you just recieved.

"we're sending haneul to a children's home."

"what?"

"a children's home. we wouldn't want her to burden us anymore, we have too many business trips to attend, too little time. it'll be temporary, but we'd like you to check in on her every now and then."

you scoffed, are they serious?

"wow. oh wow, you both are lame excuses for parents." your voice laced with venom, seething at every word they uttered. "she's a burden to you? really? she's eight, for goodness sake."

eight years old. eight years old with scraped knees, hopeful eyes, her future bright and big ahead of her. hands still too small to reach out for comfort they had never bothered to give.

"we wouldn’t dream of placing her under your care. too much paperwork for such little time. you're too incompetent for the job."

how ironic.

your mother exhaled, her voice shrill with forced patience, as though your fury was nothing more than an inconvenience, a fleeting nuisance she had to swat away.

"you won’t have to worry about school arrangements. the children's home provides a perfectly decent education.

on the other end of the line, the faint rustling of clothes and the dull thud of luggage shifting filled the silence—a sound so familiar it clawed its way into your memory.

it dragged you back to a time when it had been your hands fumbling with zippers, stuffing clothes into a worn-out suitcase, heart sinking with every fold. back to the moment where you were sent off to fend for yourselves, casted away.

history repeats itself, but instead of you, it was your much younger sister.

you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, knuckles white, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a vice. "unbelievable. absolutely unbelievable. don't ever contact me again."

"are you done, now? you shouldn't talk to your mother like that you know. we'll send you a small sum of money for haneul's basic necessities. our plane leaves in 5 days, i need you to check the children's home out for haneul, get her settled in."

"wait- wait." your voice rose, "you both aren't even gonna bother checking her in yourselves? the bare minimum?"

silence.

"did you even hear what i said? we're in a rush, (name). be of some use."

you breathed out a manic laugh, rage and bitterness bubbled up in your chest. you wanted to scream at her. you wanted to tell her how neglectful they were, a failure. how she had hollowed herself out for sucess and ambition, leaving nothing for the children she once swore she loved.

but you couldn't do anything. you just stood there, the phone heavy in your palm, your world spinning in slow, cruel circles.

you stood infront the pearly, forest green gates of the children's home. glaring at the sign that stood tall atop of it, 'ha-eun's home'.

the sign mocked you, the name tasted bitter at the tip of your tongue.

despite the sterile, dystopian facade of the building, the air was deceptively peaceful. you could hear faint sound of children's laughter in the distance, its origin coming from the sandy playground on the far right of the orphanage.

light giggles resembling wind chimes, the sound of it almost convinced you this place could be something more than what it was.

you fixed the cuffed sleeves of your sundress, gulping at the sight of the orphanage, it felt too perfect. could this possibly be a safe haven that your sister can reside in?

a black chevrolet slowly made its way on the road behind you, the car hummed into a halt, breaking your illusion. you turned around when you heard the passenger door open. haneul stumbled from the car, her tear-streaked face crumpling at the sight of you.

"unnie!" she cried out, broken and raw, her heart that was much too big for her tiny body was breaking apart at the seams.

you fell to your knees, and leaned on to her, giving her a much needed bear hug, pulling her trembling frame against you. she clung to you with a desperation that cut deeper than any words ever could.

your lips trembled as you spoke, "haneul-ah, i'm sorry.."

"why wont they let me live with you? i want to go with you!" she wailed into your shoulders, the fabric of your dress slowly dampened at every tear that was shed.

your began rubbing circles on her back, a sliver of comfort in a sea of hurt, "they wont let me.. haneul, i'm sorry. they said this was temporary, so it will all be over soon, okay?"

"no, i don't want to see them every again. why don't they care about us anymore..?" haneul's voice softened, the question splintered your heart.

how could you answer a question you didn’t understand yourself? you sighed softly into her sweaty hair, slowly pulling back to look at her.

"haneul.." you started softly, steadying your voice for her sake.

"it's going to be okay, i'll be here with you.. you’ll see me more often — you're closer now. you’ll make new friends. and maybe… just maybe… when they come back, things will be like they used to be again." you assured her, but you felt as if you were making empty promises, your fingers find its way to tuck haneul's bangs into place, revealing her big, teary eyes.

the words felt like wishes more than reassurances. you wanted to believe them — for her, for yourself.

"you know how mom and dad are, they're too head deep in work. but truly, they care about you, care about us."

lies.

haneul sniffled after processing your words, her face scrunched as if she wanted to say something.

then how come you're never home?

why can i only talk to you over the phone?

am i going to end up like you too?

a forced cough sliced through the moment, shattering the fragile quiet between you and haneul.

your heads snapped toward the source—dong-seok, your parents' ever-silent chauffeur, who had been lingering just long enough to eavesdrop.

without a word, he handed you a cold, crisp check, the inked signature of your parents glaring up at you like a reminder of their indifference.

for haneul's necessities and haneul's only.

you exhaled sharply, fingers curling around the slip of paper with reluctant acceptance.

dong-seok, ever dutiful, moved to the trunk of the chevrolet, unloading the neatly packed luggage as though this were any other mundane errand.

the weight of haneul's small hands found yours as you made your way inside the building.

inside, the building was a hollow kind of beautiful. your eyes scanned the main entrance, lingering towards the stretched polished checkered floors, high ceilings and looming pastel walls.

a deliberate rhythm of heels tapping against the floor, growing louder with each step, headed towards you, your gaze met one of the caretakers of the children's home, slowly approaching you with each step, a gold badge rested on top of her chest.

'ye-rim'

your eyes shifted to her corporate smile. too wide, too precise. she watched you expectantly, waiting for you to fill the silence with an introduction.

"oh, um. i'm with the baek family. my sister, haneul, she's enrolling to the children's home for a while." you stammered, ye-rim's gaze was heavy on you.

ye-rim clapped her hands together, the sound echoed through the ear-deafening silence of the foyer, making you and haneul flinch on the spot.

"ah, yes! you must be mr. and mrs. baek's daughters, your mother talked to me over the phone about haneul's stay!" her rehearsed grin brightened, "well, there's no need to sign paper works anymore, your father had already taken care of that.."

she turned toward the antique table near the entrance, shuffling through neatly stacked documents with practiced efficiency. then, with a glance back at the pair, she added, "haneul, would you like to take a look at your room? perhaps, i should be giving you both a tour?"

haneul barely responded, only nodding—her grip on your wrist tightening, as if anchoring herself to you.

ye-rim spun on her heel, her mary janes clacking on the floor, an unspoken command to follow her.

the orphanage unfolded before you in sections, each space carefully arranged, efficient in its design.

the left wing held the classrooms, a place where lessons and carefully structured routines would occupy restless young minds. a cafeteria nestled in the far end, you could smell the scent of lingering stew and fresh rice, nearing the hall.

the upstairs, the children's sleeping quarters, divided into two, for girls and boys.

there, haneul was able to see the bed she was going to dream in for the next few months, her new reality.

you sighed at the sight of the rows and rows of bunk beds, spotting haneul's bunk with her name on it in the far corner of the room. she climbed onto the mattress, the springs groaning beneath her weight. you sat beside her, the silence pressing against your ribs.

"i want to go home." you heard haneul's tiny voice murmur, she intertwined her pinky finger with yours, a whisper of don’t go. your mind clouded with thoughts of regret and apologies.

you wished you could've done something, but all you could do at that moment was be there for her.

"i.. i know, haneul, i know."

you saw her lips curl into a deeper frown. you couldn't stand seeing her in a state like this.

you swallowed the ache in your throat and forced a small, fragile smile.

“do you see all these beds, haneul-ah?” you murmured, nodding towards the rows stretching before you.

she nodded. her eyes not meeting yours, instead, she fidgeted with her fingers.

“at least one of them, one of the girls here, she’ll be your lifelong friend. you’ll whisper secrets under the covers, trade stories until sleep takes you both...” you coaxed, your voice lifted slightly in the heavy air.

but haneul, she didn’t answer, just nestled closer to your side, her breathing uneven.

the tour pressed on, ye-rim lead you both to the right wing, where the staff office and sleeping quarters are in.

eventually, she stopped before a set of doors, pushing them open to reveal a visitor’s area—a room bathed in soft sunlight, the tall windows flung wide open.

a breeze carried the scent of the outdoors, rustling the sheer, transparent curtains. the floor was covered with puzzle-piece mats, bright and colorful, a stark contrast to the quiet sorrow that lurked beneath the surface. a round coffee table stood in the center, scattered with a few worn books and stray, pre-loved crayons.

against the windows, leaned a blue couch set, its cushions slightly sunken in, well-loved.

looking at the visitor's room placed like this, it took you back to simpler times, to your childhood, where everything was easy, stress-free. a memory that is long gone.

in this carefully curated space, you realized just how far you and haneul had fallen from the home you once knew.

your lips trembled into a frown, you looked like you were about to cry, and haneul noticed, before her voice could squeak a comforting response, another voice sliced through the thick air.

"noona..?"

a voice you once thought you'd never hear again.

you turned your head sharply toward a small bar table in the corner, papers scattered on the table, covered in colorful doodles, the red plastic stools around it slightly askew.

you gulped at the sight of the familiar boy,

"cheol?.."

and then, you saw her.

sae-byeok.

crouched behind cheol, her tired eyes were already on you, wide and surprised. her chapped lips parting in silent disbelief.

the sunlight kissed her skin, catching in the messy strands of her hair, highlighting the sharp lines of her face. her gaze on you lingered, dark and unwavering, holding something unspoken in the air, like she had the same belief that you both wouldn't find each other in this lifetime again.

cheol suddenly stumbled out of his spot, running towards you, making one of the stools tip over in the process, "noona! noona! it's actually you! are you here to visit me?"

even though cheol was practically jumping on your feet, hands buckled around your wrist, your eyes were still on sae-byeok. and

your knees buckle at the weight of her stare.

just as you were about to be lost in your thoughts, haneul tugged at the skirt of your dress. that very action made cheol, drop everything he was doing.

"oh." the little boy muttered at the sight of your little sister.

"oh?" haneul repeated, her tone clearly offended.

"who are you?"

haneul tugged at you once more, her eyebrows were now knitted together. "haneul. how do you know my sister? who are you?"

"noona, you have a sister?" cheol questioned, his gaze flickered from you, to haneul, and then to his sister once more.

sae-byeok still hadn’t spoken. the moment stretched between you both, taut with unspoken things. she pursed her lips into a thin line, unreadable as ever.

you shifted in your spot, the low collar of your dress suddenly suffocating you, you distracted yourself by sifting through haneul's silky hair,

"yeah, cheol. this is my little sister haneul."

cheol nodded, a weak 'hi' came out of his person.

awkward silence

you cleared your throat, chewing on your lip when you caught her eyes. she wasn’t glaring. not like that day, the day you chased her down for lunch. this was different.

"haneul.. this is cheol, he's a nice boy, so i think you two would be great friends." you hesitated, the weight of the words that rested at the tip of your trembling tongue dragged you down.

you forced yourself to meet her eyes.

"i.. uh, can we talk?" your voice softened, so does your grip on your sister, who was now busy interrogating the older boy, shaking her head at every word he uttered.

"crayons are so much better than markers! they bleed through!"

"but markers don't leave white speckles on paper do they?"

your fingers traced the outline of a white mug that held warm tea in it, you flinched when the tip of your fingers got too close to the recently boiled water.

"i didn't know you have a sister." sae-byeok started, her voice hoarse from the extended period she had spent holding her tongue.

sae-byeok exhaled through her nose, shifting slightly on the couch in the entrance hall. the way she sat, legs spread slightly apart, fingers tapping against her knee, felt achingly familiar.

"she lives with my parents, i didn't have a reason to bring her up, until now.."

you felt sae-byeok's eyes on you, a rare curiosity flickered in her eyes.

you had never shared anyone your feelings, never told anybody your perspective on anything. you just kept to yourself. bottling up your feelings until when you need to get it out, it overflows.

you exhaled, the weight of years pressing against your ribs, "my parents, they're very neglectful. ever since their company's success, they've dismissed both my sister and i. ever since then, i've always asked myself what went wrong."

"now they're.. they're sending haneul off, like what they did to me, and i don't want her to go through the shit that i did. i feel like it's all my fault."

the heat of frustration climbed up your throat, stinging behind your eyes. you wanted to scream. to demand answers from a world that never listened.

the provoking thoughts that clouded your mind soon cleared up when you heard sae-byeok clear her throat.

"you know,"

she hesitated. sae-byeok understood that there was more to the story, but she decided not to press on.

"sometimes.. you don't have to go through it alone, you don't have to find the answers. i think it's better to admit that you're lost, for now, and that you need help."

her words sounded like genuine advice. they made you look up from the tornado that was swirling inside your ceramic mug.

her words, her voice, they reached somewhere deep, somewhere locked away.

"you don't have to carry it all by yourself. humans aren't made for that." sae-byeok continued, her voice was light compared to her usual stern tone.

with every word that she breathed out, the world around you turned lighter.

"me, cheol, your sister.. we're here for you. all you have to do is ask."

your face twinkled in the reflection of her eyes, you didn't take sae-byeok for a person who'd be able to console somebody, but what she said, it allowed you to feel.

cheol materialized from thin air at the sound of his name, haneul following behind, their presence made you both realize that you'd been staring into each other's eyes for way to long. you shuffled slightly, making space between you and sae-byeok.

"noona, look at the drawing we made! i didn't think that your sister would be a decent artist.." cheol shined a toothy grin towards you two, whispering the last sentence.

haneul snatched the doodled paper from cheol's hands, a disgruntled expression on her face.

"i obviously did most of the work, learnt from the best," she nudged you ever so slightly, you flashed a weak smile.

"you couldn't even color inside the lines." haneul snarled, her pointer finger shoved in the older boy's face.

the two launched into a bickering match, their voices filling the room with something close to warmth.

sae-byeok's eyes were glued to the brawl, an amused smirk plastered on her freckled face.

you, however, weren’t watching them at all.

[lizzy019]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a beach day smut with johnny please! where he is obsessed with reader/ they are both obsessed with each other..so they both oggle each other in their swim attire..

thank u! c:

HAHAHAHA YES YES YES yES it's not rlly smut but it's kinda dirty :)) no s3x!! this is also with fem!reader

~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~

Beach days were always fun; the dressing in pretty bikinis, the tanning, playing around with friends and even swimming! But it felt different when you had someone's eyes on you.

Sure, you and Johnny have been dating for a good while now, but it felt strange how he eyed you like candy. Now, you couldn't exactly complain, having a pretty pair of eyes on you made you feel like you were the damn star on the beach. You in your pretty frilly bikini, exposing so much skin...

Johnny had never considered himself a perverse man, he liked women in a way that highlighted their personality, how they held themselves and how they conveyed emotions. But damn, if he didn't want to lay his hands on you and fucking take you right then and there.

But then you asked that damn question that he knew was coming, yet it still rattled him.

"Can you put sunscreen on my back? I don't wanna burn..." You asked him so calmly, so serenely that he almost broke.

But without reluctance, Johnny nodded and got close to you and grabbed the bottle of sunblock in your hand. A cold glob was applied to your back, and you jumped a little before laughing in embarrassment for your reaction.

But you melted into his touch, shoulders unclenching and back relaxing as you let his somewhat chilly hands rub the cream into your skin. You sighed in contentment, Johnny was convinced that was the softest sigh he'd ever damn heard from you.

His hands felt nice on you, his thin and nimble fingers worked diligently to get the sunscreen all on your shoulders, the plains of your back, even just at the nape of your neck... it was thoughtful.

But you were losing your goddamn mind.

Johnny– with his upper body exposed to your hungry eyes– was behind you. You could literally just hop onto his lap and grind on him, it was so close to achieving.

No, you were in public. That would be weird, insanely weird.

Johnny was quick to finish up, giving the soft skin of your now creamed shoulder a soft kiss. You giggled shyly, but relished in the tender action. He was so sweet!

"You look so... pretty, sugar. Did y'come lookin' all done up f'me?" Johnny inquired innocently, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the beach that was a few metres ahead.

You felt as if you were caught red-handed as bis arms looped around your waist. Well, duh! Why wouldn't you try to look good for someone you loved so much? That went against your morals.

"Well, 'course I did!" You replied pridefully, chest puffed up sarcastically before you giggled and eased back. But then, you asked rather shyly, "...Do you like it, then?"

Johnny almost laughed at the stark contrast you could pull off. Cocky one minute, worrisome the next.

"Why wouldn't I? Look atchu... so pretty, sugar." Johnny murmured the words, but somehow his words spoke volumes to you. That made you feel a lot better than you initially had.

You grinned, innocently at first, but your expression shifted as your hand dug into his thigh. It slowly crept upward, and Johnny knew darn well what you were trying to get at. But did he stop you? No, not yet at least.

Your hand met his soft crotch, the texture of his swimwear cold as your hand loosely felt for the shape of his cock. That's when his hand swatted yours away, like a tease. He was teasing you.

"Nuh-uh. Not until we get back. We're at a beach, the sand is dirty, too many people... we'll do it at your place. My parents'll get mad at me." He murmured, but pressed a few light and loving kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

You sighed as he did so, your head lulling back to expose the flesh a little more. But Johnny didn't continue, he simply watched the water wave and flap over the shore before retreating and doing everything all over again.

This was a nice way to spend a beach day, his pretty darling all bundled in his arms looking all perfect, while the warmth of the sun cascaded his terracotta skin. Yeah... this was nice. He'd prefer this over a day in the lot.

[littlelewdmable]

Me And My Faunus Part 2: Checking Boxes

Jaune stood in front of a large building with the words "Faunus Center" etched into the stone above the door. People passed him on the street as he actually tried to work up the courage to actually go into the building.

What was he even doing there? Was he actually going to adopt a faunus? A whole faunus? It was crazy. Yet, for whatever reason, Jaune walked into the building.

An older blonde woman sat at reception desk as Jaune walked in.

Secretary: How can I help you today?

Jaune: I'm, uhh, here to... adopt a faunus.

Secretary: Do you have an appointment?

Jaune: No, do I need one?

Secretary: No, but if you had any faunus you wanted in particular, they may not be available. Did you fill out our questionnaire on the website?

Jaune: There's a website?

Secretary: Is this your first experience with faunus adoption?

Jaune: Yeah?

Secretary: That would explain a lot. Here, fill out this paperwork and we'll see if you qualify and what kind of faunus would be best for you.

Jaune Okay, thank you.

Jaune takes the paperwork and sits down on a nearby bench. Happy that the woman gave him a clipboard at least.

The first few question were mostly about Jaune. What was his address? What was his income? How big was his house and yard? Which, he guessed made sense. They were at least trying to make sure you could actually take care of the faunus you were getting.

The next set of question were harder. They were mostly about what kind of faunus that Jaune wanted. Which Jaune hadn't really thought about. Nor did he really know what a vulpine or equine were to know if he wanted one.

Jaune sat and looked over the many option for what had to be an hour without checking a single box. He really didn't know what he wanted or didn't want from a faunus. He'd never even thought about getting one until the day before.

???: Need a little help?

Jaune looked up to see a dark haired woman with silvery eyes and a white hood covering most of her hair was standing next to him.

???: You've been staring at that piece of paper looking like a deer in the headlights for the last 5 minutes.

Jaune: I guess I could use a little help.

Jaune chuckled awkwardly as the woman sat down next to him and took the clipboard and pen.

Jaune: Do you work here?

Woman: You could say that, I help keep the place in order.

Woman: Now, what kind of faunus do you want... Jaune?

Jaune: I don't really know.

Woman: Well, what do you want a faunus for then?

Jaune: For company I guess. My sister said I should get a faunus to help be a little less homesick.

Woman: Hmm, so you want a friendly faunus that will keep you company?

Jaune: But I also live by myself, and have to leave for work and school for hours most days.

Woman: So they have to be a little independent too. Not too clingy, but still want to be around you when you come back.

Jaune: Yeah.

Woman: How about a canine faunus?

Jaune: Like a dog?

Woman: Dog faunus would be included in that, yes.

Jaune: Yeah, guess a dog faunus could work.

Woman: I think I have a good idea what you're looking for then.

The woman then checks off a bunch of different boxes. Jaune not really getting the chance to look at what she was writing before she was done.

Woman: I think this will work well for you.

The woman handed him the clipboard and looked over her shoulder. Walking off quickly as the secretary from earlier returned.

Secretary: Have you finished the questionnaire?

Jaune: I guess, but-

Secretary: Great, let's see what faunus will fit your requirements.

[discjude]

Oh boy oh boy its the discjude official COVEN bingo card!!! not many are about the coven themselves because i uh uh don't know too much about them but yeah. I've put a brief explanation of each of these under the cut (because a few are vague) (WARNING its a lot):

Lady Lesso mentioned: this one sort of coincides with "hester true evil speech". I reckon she's important enough to the witches to warrant a mention. Also. I think all of the Lessos might be relevant but I talk about that in my predictions

Obligatory Sophie cameo: she's Soman's favourite. She's showing up

Political commentary: based off of his substack, I don't think Soman will go too overt with it, but I think there'll be a more roundabout one. I'd love to see him address the fact that he wrote in that homophobia is a thing in SGE. Soman if you can hear me

Drag race reference: He's done this a lot before, in QFG mostly, and I think he'll do it again

TCY acknowledged: this could be like a "haha yeah you remember how the storian almost got destroyed? that was kinda crazy aha". I have a horrible feeling that he's going to completely skip over that part of canon

Hester gives a speech about "true evil": i mean come ooonnnnnnn. I also think this'll include something about evil love that contradicts the canon about it

No blatant fatphobia regarding dot: Soman phased this out in TCY I think he'll have stuck with it

Rats are, somehow, back. Not explained: Japeth killed at least one of those things and I genuinely think Soman will have forgotten it

Events of R+F acknowledged: ties into my predictions a bit, but I reckon the setup regarding neverland and the other stuff in Fall might come up

I'm right about my predictions: I think the entire thing looks very aquatic themed, and there's a lot regarding evil water stuff, so a) the mermaids are relevant b) the saders are (still) relevant c) the lessos are relevant. that's the big three in my opinion. I can't wait to be horrifically wrong

Storian still at fault: i mean. name one book where it isn't. and you cant say OTK that doesnt COUNT

Symbolic ending of the series thing: I want the storian dead. thats what this one means

Obligatory tagatha: come onnnnnnnnn

There is at least one twink: yeah. not much to say here

Vaguely pub-style setting: this one also includes "why is everything british" because i said so

None Japeth: Japeth is mentioned by name exactly no times. I'd love to have faith but I really don't

Tennis reference: I fucking CAUGHT Botic being a tennis player's surname in the prequels. he's GOING to try it again

Colour/lighting symbolism: have a draft rn about colour symbolism in SGE and I think Soman might lean into it

At least one snake: please i want to feel something

hestadil real: come ON he's doing this every tiktok post about coven has had the hestadil tag he's doing this

Aric is referenced: goes with my predictions and lady lesso being mentioned. I hate to say it I think he's far more likely to be referenced than Japeth

Big unanswered question gets answered: the BIG!! one is the Aric Dad Reveal. I want to know for parallel reasons and I think it could happen. maybe

no wait! We'll use the power of friendship: speaks for itself. something like this happens

major character death: goodbye dot. im being fr I think she's dying in coven

Thank you dearly to @liketwoswansinbalance for some of these entries I really struggled to think of some. Also no I'm not convinced of my predictions. But it'd be nice. right

[reverie-starlight]

I've missed aomine so much :(

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, fluff fluff fluff. very short, but it's been sitting in drafts forever so I'm finishing it up and setting it free.

based on prompt 13 from this list!

"you’re always so cuddly in the morning," a very sleepy aomine says, in a way that makes you feel like he’s approving of your decision to cling to him.

you're laying on his chest, trying to get as close as humanly possible and refusing to let go. you nuzzle your nose against his jaw and smile a little, too distracted to even let out the laugh that's bubbling up in your throat.

you just want him, and your equally sleepy self is making that very clear. "leave me be," you say. "you're so warm."

he hums and begins rubbing your back up and down, ever so slowly. "well we did sleep with three blankets last night."

you just hum in response and breathe in his scent. his cologne from yesterday lingers a bit on his skin, and you know you'll miss it when he washes it away in the shower later and trades it for his body wash.

the two of you lay in silence for a couple more minutes before he yawns. "I wouldn’t mind staying here all day.”

you sigh when you think of your ever-growing to-do list and shift a little, preparing to get up. “I wish we could, baby, but I have stuff to get done today.”

two muscular arms creep around your waist and tighten just enough to remain comfortable. oh boy.

"daiki," you warn, knowing exactly where this is headed.

"what?" he asks, with a stellar poker face. if you didn't know any better, you'd think there was no underlying motive to his affection.

"don't," you try pleading with him.

"I'm not doin' anything, sweetheart,"

you try to wiggle out of his arms and he starts chuckling. his arms keep your body in place right on top of him and he lets out a content sigh, as if your struggling doesn't bother him one bit.

“I’m not letting you go, so you can stop fighting it.”

"daiki!" you whine, trying not to laugh at his determination to keep you rooted in bed with him. "you're so mean, y'know that?"

"mean?" he snorts, and cracks one eye open to look at you. "you think I'm mean for wanting to cuddle a bit longer? as if you're not the one normally begging me to hold you?"

you finally start laughing and slap a palm against his chest. "yes!"

obviously it wasn't a hard hit, but he opens both eyes and playfully glares at you. "okay, well now you're really never getting out of this bed. you wounded me, I need you to stay here and heal me."

"aww poor baby, you need me to kiss it better or someth- no!"

he rolls you both over so that he's now laying on top of you with his full weight. "you're heavy, get off!"

aomine pretends to fall asleep and begins snoring, completely ignoring your pleading. once you realize just how stubborn he's being about this, the fight in you dies down and you accept your fate.

"okay," you say, cradling the back of his head and pressing your cheek against his hair. "you win, we'll stay in bed a bit longer."

you can feel the smug energy radiating off of him and you just know his lips are curled into a smirk. "see, baby, was that so hard?"

hope you enjoyed!!

@dira333 some more knb content :3

@emmyrosee hehe

[omegaqueencas]

10. There's only one bed - FiKi, explicit, (not) born in sin verse

Fíli slowly woke up, his mind still sluggish. He wondered what woke him up, seeing as it was dark still. But then, the noise caught up to him - a familiar sound, and his mind reeled. His hands were still near his face, so it wasn't him doing it.

As his eyes adjusted, he could see Kíli, lying on his back beside him, so close that they were almost touching. And still, Fíli could see Kíli moving his hand on a very intimate part of him.

Instead of letting his eyes trail down Kíli's body, Fíli brought a hand to his eyes and groaned.

"What are you doing?" He exclaimed, and he noticed the noise stopping.

"Oh my god. Fíli. Did I wake you up?"

"Of course!" Fíli turned to lie on his back as well, so he could stare at the ceiling. "This room has a bathroom, couldn't you have done this there?"

"B-but...!" Kíli at least sounded embarrassed, and Fíli listened to rustling and he hoped it meant Kíli was properly dressing himself. "You were in such a deep sleep, I didn't think you'd wake up!" He protested, as if that was an excuse.

"It's still weird! I, I don't need to know, much less see or hear, you masturbating! You're still sixteen!"

"As if you didn't get horny out of nowhere when you were sixteen!" Kíli countered with a pout. "Besides, it's not my fault you're so gorgeous. I imagined myself doing all sorts of things--"

"Okay, either you shut up, or I'm moving far away again, but this time you won't even know where I'm going!" That seemed to work.

"Sorry, Fee! It wasn't my intention to creep you out! I promise I won't do it again!"

There was a moment of silence before Fíli sighed and nodded.

"Okay. But tomorrow we'll request two rooms, and if mom and dad ask, it's because you have gas." Kíli whined again, but didn't disagree.

Not for the first time, Fíli wondered if he did the correct thing by coming back to live with his parents and Kíli, because Kíli surely was making it hard.

1. Luprecalia

2. "Oh, good, you're here! Hold this."

3. "But daddy, I love him!"

4. Handcuffs

5. Omegaverse

6. "They'll have to go through me."

7. Field of flowers

8. Renting rooms from the locals

9. "Exactly how many languages do you speak?!"

10. Now or never

11. Echo

12. A day on the beach

Drabble Challenge 9 is now officially open!

We are only playing Sat - Sun, so please come back on Tumblr to check it often. (From now on until Sun/Mon midnight whatever time you’re on)

RULES ARE THE SAME AS LAST TIME - PLEASE READ UNDER THE CUT:

STEP 1: Pick one of the following prompts:

Luprecalia

It's 3 a.m. but fuck it, we're being domestic.

Never have I ever...

The Consort and his King

Nectarines

"They will have to go through me."

Assembling IKEA furniture

Renting rooms from the locals

Valentines Day

“This isn’t going the way that I thought it would.”

Step 2: Write a quick response of at least 100 words (a classic drabble is 100 words, but whatever).

We won’t be counting, but the challenge here is to be concise, while having a clear link to the prompt you’re responding to. There is no upper limit, but remember the prompts get snatched pretty quick.

Fili/Kili or any fictional Dean/Aidan pairings, clearly mark your warnings etc.

Existing verses or brand new work are both fine.

Step 3: Refresh Tumblr and use the notes to check the last person that has reblogged this post with a response (IMPORTANT!)

Just ordinary reblogs to spread the word are ok (ignore those), but you’re looking specifically for the latest reblog that had a drabble added.

Step 4: Reblog from that person, adding your response. You also need to copy-paste the prompt list and REPLACE the one prompt you responded to with a brand new prompt (anything you like).

I.e. you claim one and you put one back. There are still 10 prompts.

Step 5: Format your post. Response text and updated prompts list MUST be hidden under the ‘Read more’ button.

Only 2 lines should be visible on the dashboard: 1) which prompt you’re claiming, pairing, rating, verse, possible warnings and 2) ‘Read more’.

Step 6: Tag your response: #Drabble Challenge 9 so that whoever wants to, can blacklist the whole event.

Next person:

Step 1: Find the latest reblog of this post with a response.

Step 2: Pick one of the prompts from the updated list (always find the latest reblog!)

Repeat Step 3, Step 4, Step 5, Step 6 etc. The list of prompts is forever evolving.

This event is meant to be snappy and fast, creating a caterpillar of reblogs, crawling all over your dashes.

How to resolve possible problems:

Two people writing responses at the same time for 2 different prompts from the same list. This is not a problem: So long as the second person responding finds the latest reblog, their prompt should still be available on the updated list. Only 1 prompt is replaced at a time.

Two people writing responses at the same time for the same prompt (AKA my prompt disappeared by now): Find the latest reblog, add your response and add your own prompt as number 11. From now on there are 11 prompts. However, this is meant to be snappy, so please don’t spend half a day writing 100 words…

Meanwhile, @linane-art will kick-start this, and provide the first example.

Have fun! Any questions - give us a shout. If it starts going wrong, there may be a mod reblog, setting it straight again.

~gatheringfiki

[bookwyrminspiration]

not to boast, but I think I am legit the keystone holding this entire group project together

[isthatacalzone]

me: *seeing people yell about how they did Glintshore & Percy's death in the show*

also me: ..................anyway

[wispforever]

halloween was scary this year

[vibraniumqueen]

It was really good! I agree with most of what you say, except for that it's perfect.

It's a very enjoyable watch, but I can't help thinking that they watered down the politics of it for the sake of the audience. Which is a bit insulting. It didn't have quite as much heavy dialog as TFATWS, which is to be expected since it's a movie and not a TV show, but I just feel like they could have done more here.

My other gripe with the film is that it's got a lot to do with Hulk characters? I understand having Thunderbolt Ross since he's a government figure and that shows up in Captain America comics quite often. And I was excited to see Tim Blake Nelson come back as Samuel Stern. But I would have loved for the movie to be more focused on Cap villains like Sidewinder and the Serpent Society. Also, I'm disappointed they weren't brave enough to show the Serpent Society as a white supremacist group that has infiltrated American neighborhoods like they are in the comics (I might be confusing them with sons of serpents? Please don't come for me 😭)

All that to say, I really hope we get a lot more of the Serpent Society in the future with them as serious villains. I would have liked it if Tim Blake Nelson came back in a hulk movie rather than a Captain America movie. And I do hope we'll see more of his character in the future.

Captain America: Brave New World is INCREDIBLE!! I think it’s perfect in every way, as both an adaptation of weird, pulpy comics and as an awesome actions thriller. Anthony Mackie is a STAR and I love his arc and dynamics with Danny Ramirez and Harrison Ford. The action is amazing and awe-inspiring.

From the action to the themes, Captain America: Brave New World really felt like the Rick Remender/Stuart Immonen and the Nick Spencer/Danel Acuña SamCap comic runs come to life. Seeing Sam’s struggles while taking in the fun characters. It all made me so happy! 😭 Hope to see more Serpent Society next!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

I may have to enforce a hiatus on myself 😶

I think I'm getting a little too obsessed with getting feedback/interaction and it's impacting my mental health SO I may end up stepping away from tungle for September

Gonna wait and see if this is just a random low period or if it persists first though, cause I like keeping up with everyone's projects on here!

[beargregor]

Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪

gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting

[miodiodavinci]

im being so so brave but also i am gripping you by the shoulders and leaning in and letting you know i am so tired of being brave