#as well as beating the game for the first time

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Hi!! Wondering if you can do when thanos is fucking shy reader and then reader starts crying during the FUCKING, after that make thanos cum on readers face and he just goes to his own bed like nothing happened BTW LOVE YOUR STORY'S + HCS!!🤗 *IM SORRY IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND KMS*

Crybaby

Thanos x reader [SMUT]

Masterlist

You stood in the noisy room, looking for team members. You were turned around talking to someone else trying to convince them to let you join but, they didn’t want you. Said you looked too weak and they didn’t know what game they were going to play.

“Hey, excuse me?” A voice came from behind you accompanied with a tap on your shoulder. You turned and saw a purple hair guy. “Join my team”, he said confidently. You were too shy to ask questions. Already having to step out of your comfort zone to talk to other people. You nodded,

“Yes.” He eyed you a cocky grin plastered on his face. You guys all sat together. You, Purple haired guy, a longer black haired guy, another quiet guy, and a girl with piercings. You stayed with the purple haired guy.

“So, shy one, what’s your name?” He turned to you, practically jumping around in his skin.

“Uhh, my name is (y/n)(l/n)” you say quietly, turning red from embarrassment for no reason.

“My name is Thanos, welcome to the Thanos world” he made a gesture. You gave a simple half smile and turned to watch as the games began.

“Guys, what are we each good at?” The girl spoke. “We have to plan.” She said with resolve.you sat quietly, hoping you’d just get put to do a game, and not have to speak, but all eyes settled on you,

“I was always really good at Gong-Gi” you voice quietly. They nodded with consideration, planning how the rest of the games would go.

Your teams turn was up. Long haired boy went first, Ddajki. Quit guy went second, flying stone. Your turn, you focused and went as fast as you could at Gong Gi, not messing up or missing a single beat; the purple haired guy shaking you with excitement. Pierced girl went next, spinning top, and finally, Thanos. Scoring a fantastic 5 in a row a Jequi.

You were uncuffed, and let back into the common room. Sitting with your new group as they spoke loudly. You sat farther away, leaning against the beds, watching other players filter in. They all went around saying their names. Min- Su, Nam Guy, Thanos, and Se Mi.

As the rest of the players came in, you were passed food. You sat back were you were too shy to even look at anyone.

Time skip:

You laid quietly in bed by Thanos. He unashamedly, pulled his cock out. Beginning to stroke himself. He noticed your eyes watching him.

“Psst, hey.” He whispered to you. You blushed a red shade of red, thankfully, not visible.

“H-h-hey” you whispered back.

“”Since you’re staring want to help?” He asked. You stayed silence, to afraid to say anything. You slowly nodded, he got up and walked to your bed. “Pull your pants down”

“O-o-okay” you obeyed, pulling your sweats down far enough so he could get inside of you. “O-oh god, that feels good.” You half moan. Your embarrassment at your compromised position racking your brain. Thanos thrusted inside of you. Pushing and pulling out quickly.

“Oh, you like this? Huh?” He teased. You nodded. “God, you should see yourself” you couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or complimenting you. Either way, it made him laugh. Your eyes prickling with tears, you couldn’t believe it. You were about to cry. No, scratch that, you were crying. Crying as you were getting dicked down by a guy you just men.

You moaned quietly as you cried, your sniffles reaching his ears through his low grunts.

“Are you crying?” He asked, seeing the shiny tears roll down your face. “Oh god, I’m going to cum, that’s making me cum” he pulls out quickly. Jerking himself off onto your face, his body convulsing slightly with each stroke as he did. “Ah, well thanks for letting me borrow you” he said, and retreated back to him bed. Almost as if he hadn’t just fucked you. You felt ashamed, determined to find a new team tomorrow as you cried yourself to sleep.

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[wondergirlsthings]

Love at First Sight: Jude Bellingham’s Journey to Finding and Connecting with Reader. Part²

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Part¹

The match had ended hours ago, yet Jude Bellingham still found himself thinking about you. He replayed the fleeting moment when your eyes met in the stands, the way you had smiled—so effortless, so genuine. It was maddening, the pull you had on him without even knowing it.

Back at the training center, he couldn’t concentrate. His teammates noticed something was off. Even his usual banter with Eduardo Camavinga was half-hearted. Finally, after a long pause during lunch, Jude leaned back in his chair and sighed.

“You alright, mate?” Camavinga asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, just…” Jude hesitated before running a hand through his hair. “There was this girl at the match yesterday.”

“Ah, I see,” Camavinga said, smirking. “The one from the stands? I noticed you kept glancing up.”

Jude’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t deny it. “I don’t know who she is, but I have to find her.”

Camavinga laughed. “You sound like a guy in a rom-com. What’s your plan? Just announce it on Instagram?”

Jude rolled his eyes, but the idea stuck. Later that day, he posted a photo of himself from the game with a cryptic caption: "Sometimes, the most important moments happen off the pitch." His followers flooded the comments, speculating wildly about its meaning, but none of it brought him closer to you.

It wasn’t until two days later, during an event at the club’s headquarters, that fate finally intervened. Jude had been reluctantly attending a fan meet-and-greet when he caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd. It was you, standing near the back of the room, chatting with a friend.

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he froze. Was this real? After all his wondering, after all the what-ifs, there you were, looking just as captivating as you had in the stands.

He didn’t think twice. Excusing himself from the group he was with, he made his way through the room, his pulse quickening with every step. When he reached you, you turned, clearly surprised to see him standing there.

“Hi,” he said, his voice slightly breathless. “This might sound strange, but…I saw you at the match the other night.”

You blinked, stunned, before a small smile crept onto your lips. “I remember. You were staring at me.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guilty. I don’t normally do this, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. I had to find you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. “Well, here I am,” you said softly.

Jude smiled, his confidence returning. “Yeah, and I’m not about to let you disappear again. Can I take you out sometime? Maybe somewhere less… crowded?”

You nodded, your heart fluttering. “I’d like that.”

In that moment, Jude knew this wasn’t just a chance encounter—it was the start of something special.

----------------------------------------------

The evening arrived sooner than expected. After that initial meeting, Jude couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was used to getting attention, used to the constant buzz of people around him, but something about you felt different. It wasn’t just the way you looked—it was your confidence, the way you carried yourself, and the ease with which you spoke. You weren’t fazed by his fame, and it was refreshing.

True to his word, Jude planned something quiet for your first official hangout: a cozy dinner at a discreet restaurant tucked away in the heart of Madrid. He was taking no chances—he wanted to get to know you, not just be another name on your contact list.

When he arrived at the restaurant, you were already there, sitting at a corner table, the soft light from the candles illuminating your face. You were even more beautiful in person, something that took Jude by surprise. The connection he’d felt before was there again, stronger this time.

“Hey,” he greeted you, his voice warm with a hint of nervousness, though he tried to hide it.

You smiled up at him, and his heart skipped a beat. “Hey, Jude. You look nice.”

“Thanks, you too.” He slid into the chair across from you, the moment feeling a little surreal.

You both fell into easy conversation, the initial awkwardness of meeting again quickly fading away. You talked about everything—what you did for fun, your favorite places in Madrid, and even your mutual love for football. Jude was struck by how down-to-earth you were. You weren’t asking for autographs or obsessing over his career; you were just... normal.

As the night went on, the atmosphere between the two of you became lighter, more playful. Jude laughed easily, something he didn’t always do in public. You were funny, sarcastic, and sharp-witted, always keeping him on his toes.

The waiter brought over dessert—chocolate mousse—and you raised an eyebrow.

“This looks dangerous,” you said, teasing him.

Jude grinned, leaning back in his chair. “What’s life without a little danger?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve got a sweet tooth, so I’m not complaining,” you said, taking a spoonful of mousse.

Jude watched you for a moment, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you agreed to come out tonight.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a warmth in your eyes. “I’m glad you found me, actually. It’s not every day a footballer tracks you down in front of thousands of people.”

Jude laughed at that, but his gaze stayed fixed on you. “I know. I wasn’t sure if you’d think I was crazy, honestly.”

“Well, you kind of are,” you said, grinning, “but that’s part of your charm.”

“Charming, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “What else have you noticed about me?”

You took a sip of your drink, eyeing him playfully. “You’re humble, for one. I thought you’d be all arrogant, but you’re nothing like I expected.”

“Good to know I’m living up to my reputation,” he said with a smirk, though inside, he was relieved.

The rest of the evening flew by in a blur of laughter and genuine conversation. There was no pretension, no awkward silences. It was just you and him, two people who had somehow ended up in the same place at the right time.

When the night wound down, Jude offered to walk you back to your apartment.

“You sure?” you asked as you stood outside the restaurant, the cool night air wrapping around you both.

“I’m not letting you walk alone,” he said, looking at you with that soft intensity you had come to recognize.

The walk was quiet at first, but comfortable. Every now and then, your hands would brush, and Jude couldn’t help but notice the electric spark that shot through him each time.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence, “what’s the plan now?”

He paused, considering it for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe… a movie night? But no football documentaries, I promise.”

You laughed. “Good. You’re already a footballer. I think I can handle a break from the football talk.”

You reached your apartment building, and Jude stopped in front of the door, unsure if he should make the next move.

“Well, this is me,” you said, glancing up at him. “I had a really good time tonight, Jude.”

“Me too.” He stepped closer, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a quiet confidence. “Can I see you again?”

You smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”

And before he could say another word, you kissed him. It was gentle at first—testing, hesitant—but when he kissed you back, it deepened, a spark igniting between you both. Your heart raced, and for a moment, you forgot about everything around you, lost in the warmth of his embrace.

When the kiss finally broke, you were both breathless, standing there in the moonlight, eyes locked.

“I guess that’s a yes, then,” Jude murmured, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Definitely a yes,” you whispered back, your lips curling into a smile.

As you watched him walk away, you realized that this was only the beginning—there was something special between you two, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would go.

[suempu]

a segment from the first pro gamer bf! kinich post

-> gn reader, maybe ooc kinich, fluff, not proofread i scratch my head

"isn't this a little bit inconvenient?"

kinich murmurs , a bit of your sweater's sleeves was threatening to slip through his lips, the cotton making him gag and spit.

"yes, you're my moral support." you say simply. both your arms were wrapped around his neck while he laid his head against your stomach, the buttons on the controller click and clank while he watches your 23rd run on hades.

he hums, running his hands on your thighs that was surrounding his body. feeling like a snug caterpillar in its cocoon, kinich wiggles in your embrace, getting comfortable knowing that you weren't beating the game any time soon.

"i hate dungeon crawlers." he comments, hearing you grumble and mutter curses from above him.

"this fucking minotaur won't leave me— ALONE, WHAT THE FUCK!?"

his head is shaking and tossing in between your arms as you let out a half cry-half scream.

muttering to yourself from above him, "fuckin hate this stupid ass game."

kinich lets out a soft laugh, eyes watching zagreus come up from the pool of blood on screen.

"you think this is funny?" you grumble. "i died. and you're laughing. you're a horrible support."

he smiles, finding amusement in your antics. this wasn't his first rodeo when dealing with you. and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.

getting up from his position, he turns slightly and soothes a hand up and down your thigh before pecking your cheek. "this is why i stick to shooters."

you scoff, "yeah, as if your kind isn't well known for being the bitchiest."

he stretches your cheek with a frown while you whine and wiggle in his arms.

"stop being racist to the fps player community. or i'm getting you cancelled on twitter."

you laugh in garbles, distorted by his fingers pinching and pulling at your face.

"i can already see the headlines— 'pro player's significant other, racist to the fps community despite boyfriend specializing in it!"

kinich smiles before releasing your cheeks. he pats and caresses it in apology, kissing your nose and then your lips.

seeing you calm down, he peppers even more kisses across your face. "there. now never call me a bad support ever again."

[jsmainblog]

Hii, I had an idea for something from Spencer x Fem Reader. where she is one of the youngest on the team, along with Spencer, they are a couple and she has a daughter-father relationship with Aaron. She always plays different board games with Hii, I had an idea for something from Spencer x Fem Reader. where she is one of the youngest on the team, along with Spencer, they are a couple and she has a daughter-father relationship with Aaron. She always plays different board games with him, and he always beats him, she always blames him with Aaron, and one day when they were playing chess she beats him. She gets very happy and celebrates about it, and when everyone gets off the plane Aaron says something like 'you let her win right?' and Spencer responds 'yes, but look at her, she looks so happy'.

Bragging Rights °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a/n: yeah sure thing that sounds so cute!!! i hope this is kinda along the lines of what you wanted!!!!! I'm sorry if this is kinda bad :((

The case had been a gruelling one which kept many BAU members under stress. You had been stressed out for the past week working on the case putting your all into find the unsub. Everyone could see it, even Hotch who asked if you were going okay and if you needed a break he would be happy to give you one so your mind could take a break. Many members had felt worried about you including your boyfriend Spencer Reid.

When you got onto the jet it seemed like a physical weight had been lifted from your shoulders. It had been such a stressful week all you wanted to do was get home, take a hot shower and unwind on the couch with a hot cup of tea. Hotch came and placed a paternal hand on your shoulder as he walked past, providing a subtle comfort for you. You smiled up at him as he mouthed "you good?" earning him a nod from you. Spencer sat down across from you smiling.

"Hey angel up for some more chess? Maybe you could actually beat me this time who knows?" he teases

"Oh I'm defeintly going to beat you"

"Yeah but last time you said that you lost same with the time before that and the time before that and so on and so forth. But who knows maybe the tables will turn." he says

The game played out. As usual he always let you have the white side so you go first. This game was different though, it looked like you might...win?

When you finally squandered Spencer's king you let out a triumphant cheer. JJ leaned over and highfived you.

"That's the first time anyones won against Spence, good job!!" she cheers before shooting a knowing look towards Spencer who raised his hands in a playful surrender.

"Well looks like the student becomes the master. Good job baby." he says gently leaning over to peck your lips which you met in enthusiasm. You were clapped on the back by Hotch afterwards who congratulated you.

"Good job y/n. I'm proud of you." he murmurs before looking at Reid with a questioning look before smiling to himself.

"So do I have bragging rights now?" you question playfully to which Spencer rolls his eyes.

"Yes my lovely you do."

"Yay!!!"

When the plane finally lands Spencer lets you go ahead as you excitedly chat to Garcia.

"You let her win right?" Hotch says coming up behind him making Spencer jump a little

"Hm?" he hums

"Y/n. You let her win at chest right?"

"Yeah..But look at her she looks so happy and she needed this especially after the last case." Spencer murmurs.

Hotch and Spencer smile both gazing at you with affection as you cross the tarmac.

"I love her." Spencer blurts which earns Hotch's attention.

"I know you do."

[slxtarchive]

❛❛𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?❜❜ — 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦’ 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

ᥫ᭡ … chris was never afraid to show you affection in public. no matter what anyone thought he loved being up close and personal with you. he needed to be touching you at all times. his brothers teased him about it but he didn’t care.

you and him were at a party hosted by one of la’s known influencers. you had arrived and been with each other the whole time. he would talk with some friends and mutual but he still stayed right by your side refusing to leave you.

one of your favorite songs came on while you two were just enjoying each other company. “oh shit this is the song that played on our first date remember? when we were driving on sunset? you were rapping the lyrics very sexily.” you tugged on his shirt.

he looked down at you nodding. “oh yeah… i remember tjay.” he agreed with a big smile resting on his face. “c’mon sing it with me.” he said setting his cup on a nearby table.

the dance floor was already a bit crowded but not too bad to where you both couldn’t move freely. he grabbed a hold of your hips nodding his head to the song as more people joined the dance floor.

he smiled looking at you as he said the lyrics. “who is he?” he mouthed, shrugging. “motherfucker i’m him.” you laughed at him nodding to the music as well.

the beat dropped and everyone was belting out the lyrics. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pointing in the air as he rapped the lyrics along with the crowd. everyone in the room went wild as did you two.

he hugged you and sang with you, both of you just vibing. “whos gonna give you lovin’ the same as this?” he looked down at you practically serenading you. “a-game girl, girl i bring that shit.” his facial expressions on point.

his hands gripped yours turning you around and hugging you from the back as he belted out the lyrics. “he been real every since, i know you been tense. i know we ain’t had a conversation in a minute.” he then turned you back around grabbing your shoulders, then face, then waist bringing you closer to him. “but you know what they say, if it ain’t broken don’t fix it. its clearly not broken, it’s just so unfinished. i feel like my new bitch was just your apprentice and we just got into it, here comes the ending.” he rapped smiling down at you.

you wore a huge smile as you could barely hear his voice over the loud base and noise of the crowd — but he continued. “you said this shit would happen girl, that was your prediction.” he kissed your lips once. “said i’d never find no one like you and i shoulda listened.” and again. “who you fucking with now, is that any of my business?” and one last time. “whoever it is may not be finished.” he sung with his eyes closed theatrically.

“but—” he licked his bottom lip and began to sing the chorus again. “already got someone that’s what you tell em’ every time.”

he held onto your waist with one hand singing along with the crowd. his hand up in the air going along with the rhythm pointing out. then, a more relaxed part came in and he serenaded you once again. “i hope you still feel the same way. don’t say the same shit to me, you’ll never change. oh yeah.” he sang. “i said it once girl, you so fine! can we do it like old times?” he brought you closer inches away from you singing the rest of the verse. “ayy thinking shit like who’s out there fucking you? and who’s keepin’ you comfortable?”

the whole crowd hummed along to the music before singing out. “did i make you fall in love again or nah?” he smiled down at you. he sang along with the singer, how they hummed and harmonized.

they all waited until the beat dropped again. “i’m so different. nothin’ like them other—” they sang out, the volume increasing since everyone seemed to know this part cause of its popularity. chris looked down at you again, “you so different. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them others bitches, true.” he kissed your lips softly before finishing the song.

everyone cheered and went along with the next song that played. you giggled at what just happened. “you’re so cute.” you shouted over the music.

he blushed looking away and shaking his head before looking back at you. “not as cute as you, baby.” he said grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. it started of slow and continued increasing with passion.

you pulled away giggling as he tried to connect your lips again. “stoppp.” you cheekily squealed with a smile on your lips. “everyone’s gonna stare!”

he brought you back in hands on your waist. “don’t care.” he muttered against your lips before connecting them once more and stronger this time sliding his tongue in your mouth slowly. your back arched as he towered over you dominating your mouth.

you two made out for a good minute before pulling away. you felt hot and dizzy. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” he muttered against your lips pecking them one more time.

you gulped harshly, feeling yourself become a little needy. “wanna go home now.” you whispered hoarsely in his ear.

“fuck— me too.”

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[quinnysnursery]

hihi quinny! i wasn't sure if you'd done something like this before, so feel free to ignore this if you have! but i wanted to request headcanons of a chronically ill!little!reader with as many of the ytube attendees as you'd like (kinda like the format u did for the attendees staying at their cgs house for the first time post?) and more specifically just like how they would comfort reader while she was in littlespace and getting emotional over not being able to do things that other littles can like play super actively or stuff? sorry this was rambling lol im projecting if u can't tell lolz....anyways, no biggie if u can't! -🧸🍓

[🪄] the YT cg's with a chronically ill!little | preferences

including : matt, chris, nick, nate, tara, johnnie, jake, carrington, sam and colby

divider credit : @saradika-graphics

a/n : a preferences post? hell to the yeah !!

matt :

🩹 does SO much research on your specific condition and how to help you through bad pain days/flares

🦈 ears of a BAT making sure he can always hear you, rushing to your side the second you call for him

🫧 literally the best bed rest buddy- always makes sure to find fun crafts/games the two of you can do/play

chris :

🥤 always so worried when you flare, in the sweetest way possible

💫 "do you need anything? are you hurting?"

🤍 so quick to reassure that you not feeling well is not a damper on his day

nick :

🌟 reassurance KING when you feel "not little enough" due to you being chronically ill

🗞️ puts HEAVY emphasize on nicknames like "my little one" or "sweet baby"

🎥 best shoulder to cry on tbh

nate :

🏒 tbh i always see nate as the "awkward" cg, like he really doesn't know what he's doing but he is TRYING

🌨 and in so, he accidentally makes things worse before they're better- but always fixes his mistakes seamlessly

⛸ "it's okay that we can't go outside to play! it's way too hot outside anyway!"

tara :

❤️ so understanding since she's immunocompromised <3

🎞️ her + you + sugar = the best comforting cuddles

🎵 "m' sorry for ruinin' our plans :c" "oh sweetheart, you didn't ruin anything."

johnnie :

🦇 the best at comforting a crying little,

🌒 so many reassuring affirmations, "i'm not mad, it's okay." "we're safe"

🐈‍⬛ always making his little tea if their throat is aching

jake :

♣️ arguably one of the best on flare days,

🍒 rushing around LA to get you any and everything you want

♠️ makes you giggle so loud you forget you were ever sad

carrington :

🧸 for some reason really good at applying KT tape (my eds baddies know)

🍬 makes silly beats to make you smile and take your mind off of your pain (at least for a bit)

🎧 cg carrington *dreamy eyes*

sam :

🎥 i feel like sam finds ALL the disability/chronic illness story books he can

👻 stock piles them for a particularly bad flare day

💛 "see? it's perfectly okay."

colby :

👻 idk why but i can 100% see colby putting on a sock puppet show for his little on bed rest

⛓ "coco's bein' silly..." "what?!" *shocked sock face*

🦴 BLAIR, COME. WATER.

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@pkfferoo @pixxiies @mattsturnswhore @17welch17 @pinksikhewei

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@nicksloverrr @babybatxxx @ivysturnss @madifilipowiczslvt

@sturniolosiphone @jadest0ne

[gs29]

Behind the Mask: A Family's Promise

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Chapter 1 2 3 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 Chapter Four: The Babysitters in Red

“You want us to do what?”

The break room fell into stunned silence as the small group of guards stared at your husband in disbelief.

“Watch Ji-ah,” he repeated, adjusting the baby carrier strapped to his chest. Inside, the tiny girl slept peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos her father was about to unleash. “Just for a few hours. We need a break.”

You nodded in agreement, exhaustion clear in your eyes. “We haven’t slept properly in weeks. A nap. A real meal. Just a little time to feel human again.”

The men exchanged uneasy glances. They had handled brutal games, ruthless eliminations, and strict protocols—but a baby? That was a whole different level of terror.

The youngest guard, barely in his twenties, raised a hand like he was in school. “What if she… you know… cries?”

Your husband shrugged. “Figure it out.”

Another guard scoffed. “We run a death game, not a daycare.”

But before anyone could protest further, you gently placed Ji-ah in the arms of the oldest guard—a man who had seen more horrors than most. He tensed at first, as if holding something fragile and breakable, but the moment the baby snuggled against his chest, a strange softness crossed his face.

“…She’s warm,” he murmured, completely entranced.

You squeezed your husband’s hand. “We’ll be back soon. Thank you.”

And just like that, you were gone.

The room remained silent for a moment before pure panic set in.

—

One Hour Later

Ji-ah was screaming.

Not a soft little whimper. Not an adorable baby fuss. No—this was an all-out, lungs-at-full-capacity wail.

“Why is she making that sound?” one of the guards yelled over the noise.

“She’s a baby! That’s what they do!”

“Make it stop! Do something!”

The youngest guard frantically bounced her in his arms, but Ji-ah only cried harder. The old man took her back, rocking her gently, but the screaming continued.

“Maybe she’s hungry?”

“We don’t have baby food in the break room!”

“…Does she like coffee?”

“Are you insane?!”

One of the men groaned, pressing his gloved hands to his masked face. “This is worse than cleaning up after eliminations.”

Another sighed. “At least the dead don’t scream.”

They all turned to look at the oldest guard, who, despite the chaos, remained calm. Without a word, he unhooked his mask from his belt, held it up, and wiggled it in front of Ji-ah’s face like a puppet.

The baby hiccupped.

Then sniffled.

And then… to their complete shock… she giggled.

Every man in the room froze.

“…Did she just laugh?”

The old man repeated the motion, making a soft boop sound as he tapped her nose with the mask. Ji-ah let out a delighted squeal, her tiny hands reaching for it.

One of the guards clutched his chest dramatically. “I think I just felt my heart beat for the first time in years.”

Another grabbed his own mask and copied the movement. “Does she like this? Ji-ah, look! Boop!”

She giggled again, louder this time.

Within minutes, every single guard in the room was playing along, wiggling their masks, making ridiculous noises, and cooing at the tiny girl as if she were their commanding officer.

She babbled happily, kicking her little legs, completely in control of a group of men who had once seemed so intimidating.

—

When you and your husband returned, looking refreshed and well-rested, you were greeted by the strangest sight:

The guards—all of them—were on the floor surrounding Ji-ah, still wearing their jumpsuits but with their masks off, making faces and playing with her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Ji-ah sat in the middle of them, waving her arms excitedly, her toothless grin wide as she watched the men act like complete fools for her entertainment.

Your husband blinked. “What… the hell?”

One of the guards turned toward him, holding up Ji-ah as if presenting a royal decree. “Sir, with all due respect… we’re keeping her.”

You laughed, stepping forward to take your daughter back. “Nice try.”

Ji-ah clung to the older guard’s finger, her little face scrunching up in protest as you lifted her. He sighed. “She likes us.”

Your husband crossed his arms. “Yeah? You want to wake up at 3 AM to change her diaper?”

The guards instantly went silent.

“…Thought so.”

As you settled Ji-ah back into the carrier, she reached out toward the men, making an insistent little noise.

One of them, the youngest, shyly extended a gloved hand. “Bye-bye, Ji-ah,” he whispered, wiggling his fingers in a small wave.

Ji-ah, in response, clumsily mimicked the motion—her first attempt at a wave.

The men gasped like they had just witnessed a miracle.

“She waved!”

“She’s a genius!”

“She’s going to take over the world one day.”

Your husband rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Now, come on, Ji-ah. Time to go home.”

As you left, the guards stood there in stunned silence, staring at the empty space where the baby had been.

Finally, one of them muttered, “So… when do we get to babysit again?”

—

And whether your husband liked it or not, that was the moment Ji-ah officially became the Squid Game’s youngest and most beloved VIP.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

USA vs Europe Fans (Cracky)

Bayverse!Turtles x European!reader

A/N: Based on banter I have with my American friends, hehehehehe. Fun fact, my city’s club is actually in the video provided. Enjoy hehehe💚

Warnings: Football.

“Hell no!”, Raph said, dropping down next to you and the others in the main living area of the lair. “You, our little Euro -”, Raph continued, poking your shoulder as he did. “- seriously expect us to believe that Europe has better sports fans than the US? I think not!”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”, you asked, crossing your arms, narrowing your eyes at the turtle in red.

“Because the US is so patriotic, and Europe is just so, Europe-ie”, Raph said. “We invest more in our sports, okay”.

“And what makes you think that?”, you asked, feeling your blood slowly begin to boil. How dare he.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)”, Leo said. “It’s not to insult or insinuate anything about your home country or the whole of Europe, but the US does have a thing for their sports”.

“And you seriously don’t think that Europe has a thing for sports either?”, you asked, fighting the urge to snap at him.

“Well”, Mikey chimped in. “We do have the Super Bowl”.

“So?”, you asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Eurovision has more viewers than the Super Bowl”.

“Hey!”, Raph said, almost sounding insulted. “Don’t lie like that!”

“She’s not lying”, Donnie said, looking up from his laptop, where he had just pulled Google up. “The Super Bowl 2024 had 123.7 million viewers, while the Eurovision Song Contest that same year had 163 million viewers”.

“What?!”, Mikey yelled out, running to see Donnie’s screen. “People actually watch that shit?”

“Watch it!”, you called out, pointing at the orange turtle. “That competition had made music that even you guys listen to!”

“Okay, but the US has better sports chants”, Raph said, allowing Mikey to retreat back to his seat.

“High doubt that”, you said. “Nothing beats a good UK chant. If I remember correctly, England played a friendly against the US, where the US fans started chanting “I believe that we will win”, to which the English chanted “what the fuck? What the fuck? What the fucking hell was that?”, until the US decided to stop and not chant the rest of the game”.

“Yeah, “I believe that we will win” is an awful chant”, Leo said, scratching the back of neck.

“Doesn’t matter”, Raph said. “We’re talking about real sports here! Not soccer”.

A loud gasp came from the other’s watching in horror and fear at the scene in front of them. Even Raph seemed to realize his mistake. Never had he called football soccer while you were around. Not once. Well, until today. And already now, he realized how bad of a decision that was, when you suddenly jumped up from your seat, beat red in the face, turning toward Donnie fire in your eyes.

“Donnie! Computer, television, now!”

Without missing a beat, Donnie was quick to connect the computer to the television, before allowing you to type in whatever you were looking for. You wasted no time pulling up a YouTube video titled something along lines of “Football fans and atmospheres. 100.000 Americans vs. 1.000 Europeans”, with a picture of an American football field as one of the first.

“I have a feeling we’re screwed”, Mikey said, bracing himself as you hit play.

(Watch until 01:29)

“What’s wrong with that?”, Raph asked, as you were halfway through the part about the American fans. “People are chanting and having a good time. That’s what sports enjoyment is all about!”

“They are just as dreadful and enthusiastic to look at as an alcoholic drinking water”, you said, clearly still raging, causing Donnie to almost choke on a laugh.

“Excuse me?”, Leo asked, clearly taken aback by your statement. There was no denying that you had some more colorful expressions than what the turtles were used to, but this was a new one.

(Watch until 02:18)

“I’ve heard people cheer louder at the opposing team”, you said, crossing your arms.

“But look, we have cheerleaders”, Mikey said, wiggling his brow muscles. “I’m pretty sure Europe doesn’t have those”.

“We do but we don’t need them”, you retorted. “Cheerleaders are for people that need something other than a game to cheer for”.

“Well, ouch”, Mikey said, shaking his hand as if it had been burned, all while Donnie tried to hide his face in a pillow, hoping he was able to hide his laughter.

(Watch until 03:12)

“Finally”, you said, as the word EUROPA came up on the screen. “Some good stuff”.

“I still don’t see how Europe can beat that”, Raph said. “US has bands, cheerleaders, chants, I mean, how can you top - why are they in a tunnel?”

“Just keep watching”, you said with a small smile, just as the volume warning flashed across the screen, along with police guards along one tunnel wall and the distant sound of chanting.

“Oh, we’re definitely screwed”, Mikey whimpered, just as the words “Actual player entrance tunnel” came up along with more police and loud sounds of explosion like bangs.

(Watch until 05:08)

“Are those flares?”, Leo asked. “Is that even safe?”

“Don’t mind the flares! Look at them jumping!”, Mikey exclaimed.

You turned to Raph with a smug smile, seeing how he was staring at the screen with his mouth open. “Not a real sport huh?”

(Watch until 10:00)

“They look like they’re going to war!”, Mikey exclaimed.

“Well, if it’s a derby, you can very much expect it to turn into a war”, you shrugged.

“Has anybody ever gotten injured?”, Donnie asked.

“Probably”, you answered with another shrug.

(Finish video)

“And that is the kind of sports fans and atmosphere I’m used to”, you said, leaning back with a smug smile.

“I’m going to bed”, Raph said, getting up from the couch, and heading towards his room.

“But it’s the middle of the day!”, Leo called out after him.

“Don’t care! I’m tired”, the red clad turtle said, before disappearing into his room.

“Let him sleep!”, Mikey said, turning his attention towards Donnie and his computer. “I want to watch more European football!”

[kabutoraiger]

still thinking about my anniversary sentai idea. for the moment i'm calling them "kyoryoku sentai jidaiger"

here are my best approximations of them via picrew (and also one is a face claim using art from defunct mobile game world flipper)

➢ jidai red (inspo: spade ace, hongo takeshi)

plucked from 1976. age 25. a classic Showa Guy who loves justice, athletics, & protecting the beauty of nature. easily makes friends with every child he meets. he was an up & coming pro tennis player until an injury made it difficult for him to hold a racket in his dominant hand. (this affects his performance as jidai red as well from time to time though he tries to hide it.) after tennis was no longer an option he became a fitness instructor for kids at the local rec center.

parents are stereotypically deceased via an accident when he was in middle school. only family is a beloved older sister who goes missing at the start of the story. when a mysterious being appears in front of him and says that he may be able to find clues about her whereabouts in the future he readily accepts their offer to jump through a time portal and become a sentai hero.

➢ jidai black (inspo: mika yellow four)

plucked from 1987. age 22. cool, collected, keeps quiet about herself & is highly suspicious of others. rides a motorcycle. type of girl who says 'tch' when someone bothers her. a former sukeban leader that all of her kouhai gang members were in love with. she decided to give it all up and buckle down and study after being inspired to become a journalist by an older lady reporter.

currently in her 3rd year of her journalism major but has been failing to keep up with coursework due to the sudden disappearance of her eccentric scientist father. she's convinced that he may have Learned Too Much about something, making him a target, but no one but her seems to be interested in covering the story. much like red, she's enticed to jump into the future by the promise of more info, as well as being able to look at the facts of the case with the clarity of hindsight.

➢ jidai yellow (inspo: kakuranger boys, shoji tenmaranger)

plucked from 1993. age 19. a (mostly) laidback and fun-loving dudebro. that "fun" sometimes includes annoying the people around him with pranks and stupid jokes. he enjoys skateboarding and listening to popular american rock music that he thinks he's the first teen to ever discover. does have a more sensitive & anxious side too but he tries his best to push those feelings deep down. only child to a hardworking single mom.

his missing person is his boy best friend who one day fails to show up to the arcade for their weekly gaming sesh. at first he assumes his buddy just finally got gf and is hanging out with her (a looming possibility he's been jealously worried about) but after not hearing from him for a few more days he enlists the network of other dirtbag city kids to help find him with no luck. maybe the answer can only be found... in the future?

➢ jidai pink (inspo: natsuki boukenyellow)

plucked from 2005. age unknown to anyone but her. a cheerful and enigmatic gyaru who rarely seems fazed at all by the odd events that occur throughout jidaiger. possesses a strange "luck" ability such that she often manages to unintentionally avoid enemy attacks, as well as avoid misfortune in her regular daily life.

perhaps her luck is also responsible for her cellphone - a pink razr flip phone with enough charms to make you say "they beat jesus with that" - which even after time traveling still somehow allows her to call all her friends in 2005 and tell them about how weird reiwa is/keep up with the current gossip.

contrasted with her love of all things cutesy is her love of horror, and she is bothered to no end when the maintainer of her fave creepypasta/occult phenomena website suddenly stops updating. they won't respond to her emails either. despite not actually knowing them personally she is 100% willing to time travel & become a sentai hero if it means solving the mystery of their vanishing.

➢ jidai green

normie guy from [current year]. age 37. a grumpy & weary but good-hearted salaryman who works for an insurance company. has been known to help customers cheat the system a la that scene from the incredibles. he is sometimes expected to visit customers' homes, and so will use that as an excuse to escape from work when there's a kaijin to fight.

lives with his 10 year old son and, as of early on in the show, all the other jidaigers, who are strangers to reiwa and have nowhere else to go. they drive him up the fucking wall but, as someone who's never had much in the way of family, he comes to kind of like having them around by the end.

divorced and has a somewhat strained relationship with his ex-wife, who suddenly decided to give up the life they'd built and start backpacking around the country to "find herself" about 3 years ago. however she's always there like clockwork for her monthly visit with their son, and so he immediately knows something is wrong when one month she doesn't show up.

➢ jidai turquoise

arrives from the year 25XX. a robot from a time when robots are ostensibly equal citizens to humans, though there's still some awkward tensions there. he puts on arrogant and standoffish airs, but people will soon come to realize it's because he's LARPing as a hardboiled private eye from 20th century noir films, which he considers "the pinnacle of media entertainment."

when not trying to play a character he is very dweeby, naive, and excitable. he finds reiwa fascinating and is always taking notes about it in his notebook. he chose to take the mysterious time being's offer due to the disappearance of his robot cat, nyanko, whom he considers his best friend. in a notable episode the jidaigers manage to find and rescue nyanko from one of the enemy's bases, but also learn about the data chip hidden inside the cat, which held a list of names... names including those of the jidaigers' missing people.

what could it mean? 🤔 how are they all connected?? find out next time on kyoryoku sentai jidaiger!!

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a Companion Banter Episode One: Neve

Not sure how many of these I will do but I wrote a BUNCH of banter with every companion for my own writing challenge so y'all are just gonna have to bear with me or block the tag 'Rook companion banter'

Part One (Neve)| Part Two (Bellara)

Little backstory for this character. His name is Calais Ingellvar, he's a Mournwatcher, and is referred to as a spirit guide, granted the power of a spirit of Mercy who saved him when he was just a baby, before he was found by Vorgoth in the Necropolis.

Cal has the ability to reach into the veil and speak with spirits as if they're standing right there, without them manifesting. He's also a very talented healer due to his empathetic abilities. His left leg was severely injured in the same attack that prompted the spirit of Mercy to save him as an infant, and the injury never healed right. He walks with a cane/staff to help him get around better. He has two pet rats, and is romantically interested in Lucanis.

If you want more details, he has a whole post to himself here!

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Calais: “Neve, how about a game?” Neve: “A game? What sort of game?” Calais: “Two truths and a lie. I tell you three things and you have to pick out which is the lie. I played it with Vorgoth all the time.” Neve: “Alright, should be fun.” Calais: “You should be good at this, by all accounts. Being a detective and all.” Neve: “We’ll see if you’re good at lying or not.” Calais: “Oh no, I’m awful. Vorgoth used to beat me at it all the time.”

Neve: “I once solved a case involving a dowager, a dog and a drug dealer.” Calais: “Sure.” Neve: “I only ever eat fried fish.” Calais: “Problematic, but continue.” Neve: *light chuckle* “I like reading historic novels.” Calais: “Ohh, I don’t know. The first one is true?” Neve: “It is.” Calais: “I haven’t seen you read any novels since we got to the Lighthouse.. but I’ve also not seen you eat anything other than fried fish.” Neve: “So which will it be?” Calais: “I’m going with the fish one isn’t true. At least I hope it’s not.” Neve: “You got it. I also eat vegetables. Sometimes.” Calais: “Well, thank the maker for that.”

Neve: “I like to play chess.” Calais: “Oh are we playing again? Hit me.” Neve: “I once staked out a case for a full two weeks.” Calais: “Right.” Neve: “Maybe I don’t hate that Lucanis is introducing me to a richer and more varied diet.” Calais: “Honestly, me too. He is a very good cook.” Neve: “He is.” Calais: “I say the stake out is fake.” Neve: “Right again. I must not be very good at lying.” Calais: “This one was easy. I’ve seen you play chess with yourself and others. And I see you gorging on Lucanis’ food every day.” Neve: “What can I say? It’s good.” Calais: “It is.”

Calais: “I have a spirit grandma.” Neve: *laughing* “What?” Calais: “My father is some kind of eldritch creature potentially thousands of years old.” Neve: “I think I see what’s happening.” Calais: “I once spoke to Andraste herself in a dream.” Neve: “Ohh, this one is hard! I don’t know. The second one is true for sure. The first one could very well be true… but the third one happened to me as well. Hmm..I’m going to go with the first one isn’t true.” Calais: “Is that your final answer?” Neve: “Well that doesn’t bode well. Is the first one true?!” Calais: “Yes it is. Her name is Nana.” Neve: “And the dream of Andraste?” Calais: “It wasn’t a dream. I accidentally took some of Myrna’s special incense and burned a little too much of it. It was.. enlightening.” Neve: “Damn, got me on a technicality!”

Neve: “So what did Andraste say to you? When you burned Myrna’s incense?” Calais: *laughing* “It wasn’t anything interesting, I assure you.” Neve: “Well, I asked, didn’t I?” Calais: “You did. Very well, if you must know, she told me about the dangers of not washing behind your ears before she morphed into a giant mushroom.” Neve: *Snort* “Did she really?” Calais: “She made a very pretty mushroom.” Calais: “I killed a man in cold blood.” Neve: “Confessing your crimes in front of a detective?” Calais: “I grew up lonely and ostracized because I’m weird and don’t fit.” Neve: “Cal..” Calais: “I don’t hate myself for the simple fact I can’t keep up.” Neve: “Let’s not do this.” Calais: “Depression’s one hell of a thing.” Neve: “Now that one I know is true.”

Calais: “Did you eat my chocolate raisins?” Neve: “Oh, those were yours? Sorry.” Calais: “It’s alright. I took some of your anise flavoured treats instead.” Neve: “I thought some were missing. I guess we’re even then.” Calais: “I also took some fish for my rats.” Neve: “Well I knew about that one from the smell.” Calais: *chuckle* “Can’t keep anything hidden from our detective it seems.”

[verpineshatterrifle]

10 people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @mereelskirata @gh0st-c0mpany and @arliganzey !! thanks guys sorry this took a while lol, and brace for the tag games i've been keeping in my drafts (btw i am also @lazerbang which is the blog mereel tagged but i'm just doing it here <33)

Last song: V.A.N (Violence Against Nature) - Bad Omens, Poppy

Fav color: pine green!

Last book: currently reading Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor ( #mindor liveblog, if you wanna see me talk about it)

Last movie: the first half of rogue one, but the last complete movie was legally blond for the first time!! fun flick

Last TV show: uhhmmmm it's probably the bad batch, i don't watch a ton of tv shows

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory!

Relationship status: my life long bestie and co-homeowner @the-pyromaniacs-teki is proposing to me saturday (๑'ᵕ'๑) and is getting rings with the mando'a wedding vow engraved inside.... we get more and more queerplatonic every year although maybe nothing beats the middle school literal blood oath we did (dont do that. it was dumb. but it still counts)

Last thing googled: ..... 'cute emoticon'. yaknow.. for the cute emoticon in my last answer. damn

Looking forward to: my mercs group's armor party in february!! and also getting proposed to but i'm nervous lol

Current obsession: well, like, repcomm, but also fields of mistria (try it if you like stardew valley its so so so good i swear)

tagging: @arecait @aranov @finerafin @paintedprisms @mandalorian-general @zanabes @krakene @the-pyromaniacs-teki @fruitbatvampiresociety @viscanpikamine (the last 10 mutuals in my activity hiiiii guys)

[quazikam]

randomly feeling a very passionate himiko yumeno mood but I'm here for it

I just really love her

funny to think that I used to be able to easily call her my least favorite character in v3

glad I had a change of heart though, because she's really warmed up to me over time and is now one of my favorites for sure

[songthursh]

A very, VERY basic doctors argument

[divineandmajesticinone]

THAMEPO: HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT (2024-2025) I EP. 1 & 6

"You know what? That could be interpreted in another way. What is it? Stop feeling for each other and take care of yourself."

[chibishortdeath]

Ya know, Castlevania tackled the concept that life after defeating Dracula could be difficult for a Belmont with Richter feeling like he’d lost all purpose and reason to go on living if not for saving others and fighting against something—

But, do you think any of them before him felt that way too?

I mean it sounds kind of miserable, being raised your whole life to be solely relied on for one moment… and then what? How do you handle the sudden shift to ‘not being needed anymore’? Evidently, most of them didn’t have very much happen to them after the events of their games since we don’t get to know—

But, do you think any of them ever got better? Do you think anyone before Richter ever learned how to live for themselves? Did Richter?

Anyway it’s 8 PM and I’m sitting around wondering if any of the Belmonts were still happy after their happy endings (debatable if certain ones got happy endings tbh but anyway), Konami can u check on them, I’m worried—

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Y'know, I wouldn't mind if they actually start producing visual novels or RPGs as actual Sonic games in-between major Sonic Team releases.

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog was a pretty solid game, all things considered. For a free April Fools joke it got me laughing through most of it, and I really enjoyed its touching moments, especially during the last act and the whole arc around the Conductor.

I can see them striking some gold handling projects like this with bigger dev teams and actual budgets. The fact they can use smaller games to tell short stories in Sonic's world and make it feel so alive and connected is something I've been craving for a while, and it doesn't even have to be a platformer! Ever since I discovered fangames like Sonic and the Mayhem Master years ago, I wondered if SEGA could take another shot at the RPG genre, or something more story-focused.

And sure, this time it was a visual novel, but it landed pretty close to what I had in mind. This whole experience was well worth my time, and some real cash too if they asked for it. I hope this charming little joke game can open more possibilities for the future of Sonic games.