#at least that's the order of events for me

[floodpool]

I am very much trans, but I was also a sickly child. I won’t get into all the details but for example I have moderate severity asthma. At this point in my life I need to take medication twice every day for my asthma in order to breathe as well as someone who doesn’t have asthma. If I do not do this my blood oxygen level is around 90%-92% depending on the season and the air quality. This is comparable to someone who has COPD and might be at least part time on oxygen.

I was never treated for my asthma until I was almost an adult. The inciting event is that I was seventeen I got sick. Like. I caught a cold and then the flu and then another cold and so on. I was sick for something like four consecutive months. Just coughing, sneezing, achy, fatigued, and my throat was so sore I could barely talk. For four months. And then one day I had an asthma attack. It was bad. I couldn’t stand without almost blacking out. Even sitting down I couldn’t breathe and talk at the same time. Between breaks where I was gasping for breath, I explained to my mom what was happening to me. That I needed to go to the hospital. I needed to see someone NOW. It wasn’t something she could put off anymore, it was urgent. I was seventeen and suffocating in my own body, legitimately afraid I would die and too oxygen deprived to help myself. She said no. I threatened to call the ambulance myself. She grabbed my cellphone out of my hand. She told me I was making it up and that the doctor wouldn’t help. I would still have to drive myself to school and I needed to stop complaining.

It took me telling her that I had already informed multiple friends and they were threatening to both call an ambulance and report her to CPS for her to cave, and the entire time she was disparaging and criticizing me. I saw the doctor, I was diagnosed with asthma, I was prescribed an inhaler. Then, still gasping for breath, I had to fight to be allowed to go pick up that inhaler. It cost less than $20 with the insurance I was on, and I paid for it myself. It wasn’t about money. It had never been about money. I used that inhaler and took my first clear breath in months. I got better. I wasn’t sick anymore. She never apologized.

That was one of many medical neglect induced near-death experiences I have had, and every time I hear about “parents rights” I remember how many people I had who wanted to help me and couldn’t. Teachers, friends, trusted adults in extra curriculars, and parents of friends all had to sit and watch for months as I got sicker and sicker. Had to sit with the fact that every time I disappeared from school I may not come back because they knew that even on my deathbed I would never see the inside of a hospital. All because my mother’s right to choose for her child was more important than my right to live without suffering. So I’m a bit leery of parents rights over children’s rights.

in a world where a prominent branch of anti-trans activism focuses on fearmongering about "parents' rights," trans rights and youth rights become inextricable.

trans kids deserve to be called the right pronouns and the right name by schools and doctor's offices, regardless of "parental consent." trans kids deserve to undergo the right puberty at the same time as their cis peers, regardless of "parental consent."

the very concept of "parents' rights" is a smokescreen that enables the abuse and dehumanization of children by adults. this is bad for cis kids, too.

[jungkoode]

OUT OF LINE

˗ˏˋ a story about blurred lines, rivalry tension & soccer matches ˎˊ˗

“You don’t flirt back. You don’t fold. And Taehyung is running out of rules left to break.”

QUICK LINKS

read author intro + tws (must)

lineverse guide

between the lines (jk’s story by @writesvani)

SYNOPSIS

There are rules in football—on the pitch, off the pitch, and especially around the team physio’s daughter. Taehyung has broken two of the three. You’re the last line he’s not supposed to cross.

He is Real Madrid’s #2: too talented to doubt, too arrogant to care, and violently allergic to finishing second to anyone—least of all a Barça player. You grew up in blaugrana corridors, idolising Barça’s golden boy #8 Dani, before your dad traded Catalan sun for Madrid white. Now you’re studying physiotherapy, pretending the rivalry doesn’t still sting.

Taehyung doesn’t flirt—he prowls. He pushes, circling every no you give him like a challenge. You don’t play along. You don’t break. And that’s a novelty he can’t resist.

The tension lands fast. The chemistry coils tight. And if there’s one thing Taehyung hates more than losing, it’s finishing behind a Barça boy.

So try to stay out of trouble. Because he won’t. And he’s never cared about staying in line.

DETAILS

main ship: taehyung x f!reader side focus: jungkook x barbar genre: enemies to lovers, sports au, emotional slow burn, explicit smut rating: 18+ (minors dni) wordcount: ?? chapters: 0/? status: upcoming

VOLUME ONE

first fouls & fresh bruises

⋆ #01 | unwelcome territory ⋆ #02 | ⋆ #03 | ⋆ #04 | ⋆ #05 | ⋆ #06 | ⋆ #07 | ⋆ #08 |

FRAGMENTS & MEMORIES

BEFORE THE KICKOFF

➵ press room posturing ➵ the physio’s daughter [WIP] ➵ Barça brat archives (mini doc & Dani) ➵ line-up tension (his POV)

FIRST HALF

➵ locker room stare-downs ➵ tactical fouls (flirting edition) ➵ penalty box proximity ➵ "you treat injuries, right? try fixing this" (her POV)

BROKEN RULES

➵ yellow cards & sharp tongues ➵ matchday silence ➵ offside confessions ➵ touchline temptations

MADRID MOMENTS

➵ gym wars ft. Barbar ➵ brunch with the wrong boy ➵ stadium shadows ➵ mini doc’s playlist leak

HIDDEN HEAT

➵ "you only hate me 'cause you want to" ➵ late-night physio office (unlocked) ➵ cold spray, warm hands ➵ one goal down, two hands tangled

GROUP CHAT MELTDOWNS

➵ jungkook vs taehyung: red flag awards ➵ dad drama ft. Dani ➵ “she’s off-limits” counter: 27

LINEVERSE INTERSECTIONS

tbd

[status: ongoing – new fragments added regularly]

Key: - Regular titles: safe to read if up-to-date with main story - [WIP]: fragments currently being written - Strikethrough: future content & concept ideas - Read order: flexible, but mind the spoilers!

EXTRAS

playlist: lineverse (ofl & btl) — official soundtrack moodboard: out of line tag navigation: • #outofline / #ofl (main updates) • #lineverse (shared universe posts) • #lineverse extras (crossovers, press leaks)

nickname key: • Barbar/Barbie = BTL!Y/N (public alias from @BarsaBarbie) • Mini Doc = OFL!Y/N mentioned in BTL

DISCLAIMER

Members are used for visual reference only. All characters, events, and dialogue are fictional and created for entertainment. No affiliation with BTS, La Liga, or any real clubs is implied.

© jungkoode 2025 — no reposts, translations, or adaptations.

[mysteryshoptls]

Ortho Shroud Chat Lines

Same as the King of the Underworld.

Ortho: You're curious about my hair? It's made of flames, just like my brother's. Ortho: I hear it's the same as the King of the Underworld, too. Ortho: And his even turned red whenever he got angry! Ortho: My hair is managed by a program, so by changing the gas composition, I can make it any color I want. Ortho: Ehehe, it's so cool, don'tcha think～?

A Gamer's Soul

Ortho: Hey, Prefect, what sort of games do you like? We should play together sometime in my dorm. Ortho: We can play any type of game. Ortho: Even if my brother doesn't own the game, I'm pretty sure there'll be at least one person in the dorm who'll have it. Ortho: Ignihyde's filled with a bunch of guys who love computer games and board games. Ortho: They say that the King of the Underworld also planned his strategies on a chessboard, so maybe he liked games too. Ortho: Maybe that's why those with a gamer's soul end up in Ignihyde!

Transform into Anything

Ortho: Oh man, your heart's racing... You must've just come from PE class. Ortho: Maan, you're so lucky. I wanna be able to exercise too! I should see if I can get my brother to swap out my attachments. Ortho: I hear that the King of the Underworld's minions could transform into anything at will. Ortho: When they want to fly, they turned into birds. Ortho: When they wanted to run fast, they turned into horses. Basically, they were shapeshifters. Ortho: Isn't that super handy? If only I could get equipped with a similar function～

Watching Sparring Matches (New!)

Ortho: Most people know that the King of the Underworld loved watching sparring matches. Ortho: Sometimes he'd just watch it casually, snacking the whole time, but there were times he'd get really into it. Ortho: My brother and I like to watch livestreams of fighting games a bunch, too, so I definitely understand. Ortho: Like, the other day, the streamer we were rooting for lost, so we both ended up shouting at the screen. Ortho: I wonder if the King of the Underworld also had a champion he liked to cheer on? I should do some more research on that!

Small Talk

Idia: They say that the King of the Underworld was great at small talk and could negotiate like no one's business... Idia: B-But I can't even get through a research presentation in class without stuttering... Idia: As Ignihyde's Housewarden, presiding over a dorm honoring the King of the Underworld... Idia: This is beyond pathetic, isn't it...? [sighs] Ortho: I mean, as long as you're not actually talking to someone face-to-face... Ortho: ...You can spit a million words a second that'd even throw the King of the Underworld for a loop! Ortho: Replaying an excerpt from your chatlog, recorded 15 hours and 42 minutes ago: Ortho: "Can always count on Muscle Red's support in a pinch! See, vets are a totally different breed～!" Ortho: "Now, for the main event～ All your rare drops are belong to me! Yahoo!" Idia: S-Stop... Please, nooo...!

Like Lightning (New!)

Ortho: Um, Vil-san, I'm having a bit of a difficult time figuring out the right emotions behind this script. Vil: Why are you asking me this? I'm sure you're capable of searching up anything you need. Ortho: Yeah, that's true... But I feel like "as angry as lightning" is a little too metaphorical for me. Ortho: When I looked it up, I hit on a story of how the Thorn Fairy brought down lightning in a rage... Ortho: But it's way too hard for a mere actor to show anger like lightning. Vil: Being able to express that is what being an actor is all about. There is nothing I can help you with. Ortho: Yeah, but I feel like you'd get the performance you're wanting if you give me more specific instructions, don't you? Ortho: Or, maybe you're just don't know how to handle these kinds of stuff efficiently, huh? Oh well, I guess I just gotta give up, then～ Vil: I know you're just trying to anger me in order to see an example of the correct expression. You won't glean anything from me. Ortho: Aww man, you saw right through me. Oh well. This is all to help my understanding in expressions, so I'll keep on trying!

Something He Left Behind (New!)

Ortho: So, there's this tale about how a prince rode a magic carpet to go see a princess... Ortho: But wasn't she startled to see someone just floating in mid-air all of a sudden like that? Vil: Rather than being startled, it seems she and the prince went off on a date right after. Ortho: Whaaat!? You mean, even though he could've been some kind of intruder, instead her affection level went up!? Vil: I bet your brother would be the type to faint if some unknown party were right outside his window. Ortho: You're probably right... Oh, but the other day, I flew up to a window in my brother's classroom and delivered something he left behind. Ortho: 'Cause that's faster than climbing the stairs to deliver it! Vil: You were calling him an intruder, but you did the exact same thing as that prince...

Requested by @monavitty.

[yanderes-galore]

35.) "Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

36.) "I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

For yandere Platonic Princess Iron fan with a close friend of hers before Iron fan left the celestial world to be with her husband.

Sure! Hope I understood the request well, I did what I could :) @ladydoe8 Helped me with plot!

Yandere! Platonic! Princess Iron Fan Prompts 35 + 36

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

"I'd hate to hurt you but... if you keep this up I might have to."

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Imprisonment, Forced companionship.

In her eyes, you were always meant to serve her... You were always meant to be by her side.

The tale between you and Iron Fan had started as a simple one. You were a servant when she was in the Celestial Realm. Not just any servant, however...

Her servant.

At least, that's how things started. As time went on you were more than servant and lady. You become Iron Fan's closest companion.

Her close friend... her right hand....

You had supported her in all of her endeavors. To you, it didn't matter if it defied social norms. All you ever cared about was her being happy... both as lady and friend...

Iron Fan herself had felt happy since you were happy beside her.

Was it selfish thinking? Yes, yet Iron Fan never thought she was doing anything wrong with you. You're happy beside her, aren't you?

To her, this is simply the natural order of things.

Iron Fan trusted you with everything, even her more secret desires. She even trusted you with her feelings for the Demon Bull King. Part of her expected you to chastise her, to condemn her for her feelings...

You never did... Quite the opposite, actually.

Nowadays she's married to that demon.

You helping Iron Fan be courted was easily the nicest thing you could've done for her. You had been helping her send messages, you even encouraged her. Setting her up with her beloved husband was the best gift you could've given her...

Then you were ripped from her side once she chose her husband. She was so caught up in the feelings of her romantic love that she wanted to leave the Celestial Realm to be with him. There was one problem though... The Jade Emperor wasn't going to let you leave with her.

She never realized the price would be you.

You were separated from Iron Fan after she left the realm. The Jade Emperor kept you as a palace servant, while Iron Fan was forced to part. Of course, she now had her husband...

But she never quite got over the anger and despair she found when you were taken from her.

Yes... THAT'S what you were... taken! This wasn't the cause of her own actions, no. You were stolen from her... Her beloved companion was taken away just because she found love.

You never forgot about Iron Fan, but you were always told to follow your roles. For centuries, you were trained to be a servant and focus on your heavenly tasks. Completely oblivious to Iron Fan's frustration that began to brew over the years.

Now, in the more modern era, you have been given to a new master. Ne Zha became your new master, a member of the Celestial Court and a Guardian. He was deemed to be a good influence for you... and you trusted each other for tasks.

You were often sent for errands. Things like being a messenger by delivering messages and letters primarily. Especially when magical or supernatural events are getting out of hand.

Your current task was simple. Ne Zha had called you to ask for you to deliver a message. The recipient? Sun Wukong. The message?

A warning against the monkey's usual trouble making since Ne Zha is busy playing guardian and The Lady Bone Demon is causing trouble.

At least, that was the original plan. It wasn't the first time you visited the Human Realm. You knew there were dangers here, especially with the demons... but this time...

The danger was much more personal.

You wake up feeling oddly warm. You... don't even remember falling asleep, really. All you really remember is being on your way to deliver the message you were entrusted with... Then you were attacked from behind....

A flicker of betrayal flickers in your mind before you begin to look around the room.

The smell of sulfur permeates the room as you realize you're in a... guest room? A purple bed cushions your body as you sit up. Purple coats the room, being highlighted with gold and gray....

You don't recognize this place. It's a home, yes... but you're still trying to piece together events. You can't help but feel... off about being here.

Footsteps echo down the hall, causing you to quickly sit up. They weren't too heavy but it was obvious someone was coming to the room you were in. Feeling defensive, you swiftly get out of bed to greet whoever this person is... friend or foe.

But when you see who it is... you struggle to figure out if she is friend or foe.

Princess Iron Fan peeks in the doorway before leaning against it when she sees you. Her normally stoic face transitions into a pleased smile when she sees you up. You, on the other hand, can only feel confused about the situation.

Just how did you get here again...?

"I see you're awake... You've been napping for a long time, did the trip from the Celestial Realm tire you out?" Iron Fan muses, studying you closely. "Or did I hit you a bit too hard with my wind? Looks like I knocked you pretty hard... I'm sorry, my dear friend."

That's when you realize why you feel so conflicted. Iron Fan, the friend you knew long before when she was still part of the Celestial Realm, had intercepted you when you were searching for the Monkey King. She hasn't seen you in so long... and frankly, she feels quite replaced.

Do you like your new master more than her? If the Jade Emperor didn't intervene, she would've taken you with her to live with her husband and her. She's always wanted you to be part of the family...

Now that you've come down to the human realm... How could she pass up such a chance to make you hers?

You originally had greeted your old friend with a smile. You missed her over the past few centuries, but you were only here for business. Despite this, you were still friendly, even hugging the friend you once served in the Celestial Realm.

Iron Fan then suggests you come over to her husband's fortress for dinner. You'd make wonderful company and she wants you to meet her son! Honestly, it seemed like an innocent enough request...

But you turned her down, you said you had business to do... Maybe another time.

Who knew when another time would be though?

Iron Fan... Did not take your rejection well. She offered again, saying it will be quick. Just pop in then you can go continue your duties. Don't you want to relax?

You turn her down again... yet this time... your rejection is met with a powerful gust of wind, knocking you off your feet...

Now you're here.

You stare at Iron Fan for a long time, noting her casual tone. Then you glare, crossing your arms. Her response to you rejecting dinner with her... was to kidnap you...?

"I gave you my answer, Iron Fan!" You snap, betrayed that your dear friend would do such a thing. "Why am I here? Where even is here?"

"My family's home." Iron Fan responds simply, her tone almost cocky. "It's my husband's fortress, heavily guarded, heavily secured... Quite safe, honestly."

"I need to leave, my old friend." You respond, feeling frustration build within you. "Ne Zha is expecting me to be back soon, I need to fulfill my duty...!"

"Ugh... You even talk like that new master of yours...." Iron Fan groans, shaking her head before coming to sit next to you. "Do I really mean nothing to you? Duty is more important than seeing an old friend?"

"I do want to see you! Yet you kidnapped me! I told you we could work something out later! Let me go!" You bark, Iron Fan scoffing at your demanding tone.

"You're so dismissive." Iron Fan frowns, settling beside you as she goes to touch your hair gently. "Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

"Closer to me?" You question, tugging yourself away from her grip. Iron Fan sighs deeply, annoyed at your constant questions.

"It's been too long... the distance between us hurts, dear." Iron Fan confesses, trying to smother her frustration. "I'm trying my best to patch things up between us after I left the realm. Yet you want nothing to do with me...."

"My friend... Please, I want no part of this...." You plead... which seems to be the wrong move due to Iron Fan grimacing.

"Well aren't you high and mighty... You don't wish to be beside me because you found someone new? Or maybe you're mad I left you for a demon? Well, my dearest companion, I'm taking you back now. I've waited long enough to call you mine once again...." Iron Fan growls, voice dripping with what sounds like jealousy. "You reject me even now... While I'm offering you a warm bed, food, and company... This was meant to also be your home, y'know...."

"Enough!" You bark, standing up to distance yourself from Iron Fan. "I'm sorry, my friend... If I can even call you such a title... but I am leaving. It's best if we part ways."

"... part ways?" Iron Fan echoes, before chuckling. It isn't out of joy... More like hysteria. "Oh... dear... I'd hate to hurt you over this but... if you keep this up I might have to."

"Hurt me?" You try to question, only for Iron Fan to quickly stand up and shut the door before you can leave.

"Yes. It's so unfair, really. You've hurt me so much by never coming to see me. I thought we meant something to each other... It's only fair I get what I want after being so patient, yes?" Iron Fan hums before quickly pulling you close to her. You struggle... Her hug feels like a snare around you.

"I can forgive you if you stay... but if you don't, I may just have to show you how much pain you've put me through... What's it going to be?" Iron Fan threatens, "Will you willingly come have dinner with me and my family and stay a few nights... or will I have to hinder you in some way to make it happen? Like maybe... breaking a bone to have you heal here?"

You freeze, staring at your friend. This seems... so unlike her. Did she learn this from her husband... or was she always so manipulative and threatening?

"Let's be honest... It's dangerous outside with that Lady Bone Demon threat... Why don't you just stay here a while? I promise it will be just like when we were in the realm... Plus..." Iron Fan grins, rubbing your back as she uses her other hand to hold your wrists tightly. "You'll make a great addition to my family... I've been waiting so long for this...."

"... Sure... Sure, I guess you're right... I-I'll rest just a while...." You forced yourself to agree, intimidated by her threat and the idea of pissing off her entire family.... In response, you're greeted with a friendly smile as she lets you go enough to hold your hand.

"Perfect... Come, I'll give you a seat." Iron Fan hums, a sadistic yet satisfied glint in her eyes when she glances at you while leading you out the guest room.

You actually can't tell what got to you more. The threat... or the fact you still care for your friend, no matter how disturbed she is right now. Plus... she was once your old master...

So perhaps old habits die hard?

Either way... Maybe dinner and a few nights of rest won't be too bad?

[capsslutt]

Steve Rogers x Reader (smut)

Steve Rogers is tasked with protected princess y/n...will the tension boil over?

The palace was too quiet for Steve Rogers’ liking.

He stood straight-backed beside a gold-framed door, wearing a tailored suit instead of his usual uniform, feeling awkward and out of place in the world of crystal chandeliers and polished marble. He hadn’t been thrilled about this assignment. Babysitting a royal? It felt like a PR stunt—and he hated those.

The door swung open.

“Captain Rogers,” came a voice, cool and clipped.

Princess Y/N stood in the doorway, arms folded delicately across her midsection, her chin lifted with grace—and just enough attitude to make Steve’s jaw tick.

She was stunning. Poised. Elegant. And visibly unimpressed.

“I assume you're here to glare at anyone who dares look at me wrong, then?”

Steve gave a tight-lipped smile. “Just doing my job, Your Highness.”

“Mm. I told my advisors I didn’t need a bodyguard. But I suppose Captain America makes for good optics.”

“You’re not thrilled. I’m not thrilled. Let’s call it even.”

Her brows lifted in amusement. “Well, at least you're honest.”

They stared at each other for a beat too long.

Y/N turned smoothly on her heel. “Come along then, Captain.”

Steve followed, trying not to notice the sway of her dress or the scent trailing behind her—something floral and expensive. He didn't expect to be so aware of her. Didn't expect the way she commanded attention with nothing but a glance, how every room shifted to accommodate her presence.

And Y/N hadn’t expected her so-called protector to look like that.

Broad-shouldered. Clean-cut jaw. Those thick forearms flexing every time he adjusted his sleeves. His eyes were soft blue, but when he gave an order to her staff or coordinated with security, they turned sharp—commanding. He wasn’t just muscle. He was authority.

And God help her, it was getting hard to ignore.

At a press event, she caught herself glancing at him when she should’ve been smiling for cameras. Her cheeks flushed when his gaze met hers. He tilted his head as if to ask, You good? She nodded, heart thudding.

Later, in the car back to the palace, silence stretched between them until Y/N broke it.

“You’re not what I expected.”

“Yeah? What did you expect?”

“A tight-lipped soldier who never looks up from his earpiece.”

Steve smirked faintly. “And what did you get?”

“A man who looks like he was carved from marble and commands a room just by breathing.”

He blinked.

She arched a brow. “Too forward?”

Steve glanced away, mouth twitching. “Just surprised. Most people are more subtle.”

Y/N smiled, leaning back into the seat. “Well. Get used to me, Captain. We’re stuck together for a while.”

And they were.

Weeks passed.

The palace grew smaller.

The tension got thicker.

Every shared look lingered longer than it should. Every accidental touch felt intentional. When Y/N brushed against his arm in the hallway, his breath hitched. When he pressed a guiding hand to the small of her back during a crowded event, she had to bite her lip to stay composed.

He wasn’t supposed to want her.

She wasn’t supposed to want him.

But damn if their restraint wasn’t starting to unravel.

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The palace was in lockdown.

Guards swarmed the corridors, radios crackling with rapid French and English. One protester had breached the outer gate—a fluke, but enough to send everyone into overdrive.

Y/N had been yanked out of the garden mid-speech, her heart still pounding as Steve practically threw her into the private safe room behind the library.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice taut, hand on the door as he locked it behind them.

“I’m fine—God, Steve, you didn’t have to grab me like that—”

“You weren’t moving fast enough.”

“I was mid-sentence.”

“You were exposed.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed—not with fear anymore, but something sharper. “Do you always bark orders like that when you’re scared?”

Steve stepped closer. “I’m not scared. I’m doing my job.”

“Well, Captain,” she said, voice trembling only slightly, “your job is to protect me, not manhandle me like I’m some asset.”

His jaw clenched. “You are an asset. That’s why I—” He stopped himself. Exhaled. “That’s why I got you out of there.”

Y/N turned away, arms crossed tightly. The safe room was small, dimly lit, warm with their breath. Her chest was still heaving. So was his.

“You know what?” she said after a long silence, turning back to him. “You’re right. I am an asset. A figurehead. A pretty little thing to be guarded and gawked at. That’s all anyone sees.”

Steve’s gaze shifted. “That’s not what I see.”

Her breath caught.

“What do you see?” she asked softly.

Steve’s eyes darkened as they trailed over her—her windblown hair, the trembling rise of her chest, the fire behind her eyes.

“I see someone who drives me insane.”

Y/N took a single step forward. “Do I?”

He nodded, voice low. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

“Maybe I don’t try to hide it.”

Steve’s hands curled at his sides. “You should.”

She tilted her head, heat spreading across her skin. “Why?”

“Because if you keep looking at me like that, Princess, I’m going to stop pretending I don’t want you.”

Silence.

Heavy. Hot.

Then Y/N crossed the final distance and stood right before him. “So stop pretending.”

That was all it took.

His mouth crashed onto hers with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. Her hands tangled in his shirt, dragging him closer as he walked her back blindly, pressing her against the wall. The cool concrete dug into her back. His body was all heat and hardness, covering hers like a shield.

He kissed like he fought—with intensity, with purpose. One hand braced the wall beside her head, the other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the silk of her dress.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured against her mouth, like it hurt him.

“You’re so fucking late,” she whispered, dragging her lips down his jaw.

Steve growled, teeth grazing her neck, his hand slipping to the back of her thigh to hoist her leg around his waist. She gasped, the contact sending sparks up her spine.

Their mouths met again, frantic, desperate, built on weeks of tension and silent restraint.

This wasn’t diplomatic.

This wasn’t careful.

This was raw need—spilling out between kisses and heavy breaths and whispered curses.

“Do you have any idea what it’s been like?” he muttered against her skin. “Being this close to you every damn day?”

Y/N pulled his face back to hers. “I’ve thought about you every night.”

Steve groaned, like it physically pained him. “Tell me to stop.”

She grabbed his face, lips brushing his. “Don’t you dare.”

He didn’t.

Steve's breath trembled as he held himself over her, lips swollen from their kiss, his large hand gripping her thigh like he couldn’t let go even if he tried.

“Y/N…” he murmured against her cheek, forehead resting on hers, trying—failing—to stay in control. “We shouldn’t…”

“You’re still pretending?” she whispered, fingers curling in his shirt, dragging it up and over his chest until he finally yanked it off and tossed it to the floor.

God, he was unreal. Toned, broad, impossibly strong—like a living sculpture. She dragged her palms down his chest, her eyes glazed with need.

Steve let out a ragged breath. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“Rush me?” she nearly laughed, tugging him back down by the collar. “I’ve been waiting.”

He kissed her again, slower this time—measured. Reverent. His lips soft against hers, his hand slipping to cup her cheek. The sweetness of it made her whimper.

But she didn’t want sweet. Not tonight.

She shoved the jacket from her shoulders, exposing the low-cut slip beneath her gown. Steve’s breath caught at the sight of her skin, his hand coming up like he had to feel it to believe it.

“You’re perfect,” he rasped.

“I don’t want perfect,” she whispered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it down, slipping his hand between her thighs where the fabric was already damp. “I want you.”

That was it.

Steve growled low in his throat, mouth crashing onto hers again—but this time, nothing was careful. He kissed her like he was starved, like he’d been holding back every second since the moment he first laid eyes on her.

His hand moved under her dress, fingers stroking through her slick folds. Y/N gasped into his mouth, clinging to him as he rubbed slow, torturous circles over her clit.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered against her neck, kissing, licking, biting down lightly until she moaned. “Is this all for me?”

“All for you, Steve,” she gasped, hips rolling into his hand. “Please—need more.”

He swore under his breath and lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the edge of the small table, yanking the fabric of her dress up around her waist. She spread her legs without shame, hair wild, eyes blazing.

Steve dropped to his knees like a man possessed, pulling her underwear aside and burying his face between her thighs. Y/N cried out, her hand flying to his hair as his tongue stroked her with slow, devastating pressure. He sucked her clit, teasing and firm, two fingers easing inside her as he groaned at how tight she was.

“Oh my God, Steve—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He held her thighs open, worshipping her like he’d dreamed about this moment a hundred times, like he was memorizing every moan and twitch and whispered plea.

When she finally came, she clenched around his fingers, body arching as her hand slapped over her mouth to muffle the scream. Steve looked up at her with glazed eyes, jaw glistening, licking his lips like he needed to taste every drop.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, standing quickly to undo his pants.

She pulled him in, desperate and breathless. “Then do it. Please—don’t make me wait.”

Steve lined himself up, gripping her waist with both hands, and slid into her with one smooth, hard thrust.

Y/N’s mouth fell open—no sound, just shock and pleasure. He was thick, stretching her perfectly, every inch dragging against her walls in slow, deep strokes.

He was trying to be gentle.

But she didn’t want gentle.

She locked her legs around his waist and rolled her hips into him. “Harder.”

Steve groaned, his control snapping in half.

He grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her, over and over, fucking her into the edge of the table, the wood creaking with every punishing thrust. Y/N’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream as he wrecked her, her hands gripping his biceps, nails digging into muscle.

“You feel so good,” he panted into her neck. “So fucking tight. I could stay inside you forever.”

She whimpered, clinging to him. “Then do it—fill me, Steve—make me yours.”

His hips stuttered, rhythm breaking as he let out a deep, strangled moan.

Her climax hit first—sharp and sudden—her body locking around him. Steve followed seconds later, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her with a raw, breathless growl, burying his face in her neck.

Silence followed. Only their heavy breathing, their trembling limbs.

He didn’t pull out. Just stayed wrapped around her, forehead pressed to her shoulder, arms tight around her waist like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“I’m not supposed to fall for you,” he said quietly.

Y/N stroked the back of his neck. “Then it’s a good thing we’ve already done everything else.”

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[drawnbinary]

This drawing is from a fic I've been chipping at on-and-off for a couple months during walks

It's nowhere close to done but I recently found the document again and it's better than I remembered, so I've put a plot synopsis and the first scene under a read more (because that's all I've got edited)

The loose plot is that Brassius' parents have become convinced that Hassel is dating their son and insist that he comes to the family Christmas party as Brassius' date. When Brassius asks Hassel to pretend to be his boyfriend, they don't have the foresight to plan more than a backstory.

They don't question how easy it is to maintain the charade, especially once the Extra Festive Drinks start flowing and Brassius isn't so embarrassed and Hassel isn't so concerned with keeping his hands to himself...

And as is relevant to the drawing: in the last third-or-so, there's not enough chairs in the living room and they have to share (obviously there's also only one bed and it wouldn't be a Christmas fic without mistletoe...)

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“���Of course we know you're very busy and your work is important, but have you given any thought at all about getting back into dating?”

“You've never brought anyone home for the Christmas party and— we’d just love to see you settle down with someone. You're not getting any younger and we just worry about you being lonely.”

It's the same thing every year. Brassius had just finished ironing out details on video call with his parents about visiting for the big family Christmas party, and now they have to emphasize how everyone else is bringing a significant other except him.

As one of the oldest among his cousins, his parents have been on him about being the only one who isn't married yet ever since his youngest cousin got married four years ago.

“How could I be lonely? I've got Hass!”

The pause on the other end was long.

Suspiciously long.

“Of course! He's been over a few times we've called—”

“—And the times he hasn't, you're always talking about him!” his dad finished, with a laugh in his voice “The pet names you have for each other are so sweet”

“What? We're not— it's not like that” Brassius sputtered and turned bright red, but all his protests would be ignored

“Last time we called, we had to cut it short because he was meeting Hassel for a picnic…”

“May I remind you that we live in Paldea? Everyone picnics. Picnicking is the national pastime”

“Picnicking in the center of a hedge maze sounds pretty intimate…”

“It's the closest shaded area to have a picnic near my work.”

“And it seems like all the photos Brassius's sent us in the past few months have been of the two of them together - there was that lovely photo last month near Levincia! The smiles were almost as bright as the Million Volt Skyline itself!”

“Oh truly, how did we not notice before? The most famously romantic location in all of Paldea—”

“It's also just a pleasant walk from my house”

“How fortunate for you two; your father and I would take a flying taxicab there back in the day to—”

“—I DON'T NEED THE DETAILS!” Brassius interrupted

His parents laughed at his outburst and then got back to business, “Anyways, you simply must bring Hassel to the Christmas party as your date!”

“We know he's not got his own family's Christmas events to be at so there's no reason he shouldn't come!”

“How would you know?”

“We do actually listen to the things you say, you know, and we can hardly forget how ‘avant-garde’ it was that he ‘chose passion over his birthright’ after the third time hearing it”, he spoke and gestured extra dramatically while quoting his son

Brassius covered part of his face with a hand. Somehow he was even more embarrassed than he already had been and his hand could feel the heat radiating off his face.

“I'm hanging up.”

“I’m so glad you've found someone you so clearly adore; we look forward to seeing you and Hassel next weekend! Love you!”

“Love you too. I'm going now”

Brassius hung up abruptly and slunk down in his chair.

How on earth is he going to bring this up to Hass? It's not his fault that his parents were so wrong, but on the other hand they were far too close to the truth for comfort and this whole situation is humiliating.

[izzydaninja]

Haven't had it in me to write much in a while...but then-

Rise TMNT (Movie): All in a Moment WIP

In a random bout of inspiration - wanting to write something from a deeper (kind of poetic) perspective, but not sure what I should base it off of - I started writing and surprised myself with this.

I'm half asleep; dozing where I'm sitting. Can't keep my eyes open, but I'm somehow pulling off sentences and phrases like this? A kind of writing I don't manage to do all that often but always love to delve into when I do - I end up doing while HALF UNAWARE!? HOW'S THIS FAIR!? I CAN'T DELVE WHEN OVER TIRED--I NEED SLEEP!

[yardsards]

i have reached that phase of seasonal affective disorder wherein i start genuinely Feeling jimmy buffett songs

[zukkaoru]

ohhh you guys are reading bsd without suspending your disbelief. you guys are expecting to get a clear cut perfectly understandable scientific explanation for something that can't actually happen in the real world, and then you're upset when you don't get it. you're forgetting that bsd has always had fantastical elements in it and it is not meant to be a 1:1 replication of Our World. you don't have to know and understand every single scientific concept being talked about in the recent chapters; you just have to be able to get the general idea and realize that this isn't the real world, so it won't make sense by the standards of our reality. then maybe you can stop whining about how nonsensical all the dialogue is and start appreciating the story itself

[incomplete-ruler]

No fr I've become so disconnected with life this year that the one thing I was thinking today (well yesterday now) was "oh it's cozmez's and yuki's birthdays" and not IT'S FUCKING CHRISTMAS EVE.

[fisheito]

yakuya in MY swamp? in MY ecosystem? no . i am still in disbelief. i hope you all know that my particles are bouncing off the everything. i am using periods as punctuation but the state of my mind is naught neareth final.

[whathasangramainyudonewrong]

Wrong #888

Heard from someone that this is a lucky number, so he wants to try and fight Bhima to see if he, the weakest servant, could beat him as he is now

I’ve tried to tell him that this won’t go well, but he isn’t listening to me

(At the absolute least, I’ll see if I can talk him into just arm wrestling or something; he’s still gonna lose, but I want us to keep up the streak of no broken bones or concussions)

[drenched-in-sunlight]

I gotta say I did not expect I’d love Miles this much, enough to look up shit like Secret War and Civil War II reading order, and worse, subject myself to Bendis’ writing of all things (he’s the reason why I stopped being a comic stan 5 years ago. I were a DC/ Superfam fan. You know the beef was BEEFING). Like, my tolerance of that dude now only stops at him being one of Miles’ creators. So that better writers can do the kid justice years later. That’s it.

Like, why is the “r u and Ganke together haha” a whole shtick that comes up multiple times during his run? It’s so annoying and painful to read. Miles can go around being paired up with different girls but the moment THAT question came up you know he gonna be super defensive and >:( about it which, eh, just does not line up with anything else happening in whatever story is happening at the time. At all.

The only silver of light is that Miles actually never says he doesn’t like boys, he just denies ever dating Ganke. Like, he could just say he doesn’t swing that way and the question would have stopped, but he doesn’t. So I know he be running around kissing the punk-est boy in the whole spider verse, ha!

Idk I’m near the end of Bendis’ run and some of it r good but a lot of them put me thru excruciating pain (cringe) so I have to complain about it.

Did I mention I were a DC stan 6 years ago? I were a DC stan 6 years ago so this isn’t even my first rodeo with white dudes writing weirdest things in American comic, but I just can’t believe I got dragged into this again because Miles blinks his bambi eyes on screen and makes me want to rotate him in my brain so I need to know the lore of him in every medium, apparently.

[hanakihan]

I know it’s a translation issue and jp related joke about ‘Count of Monte Cristo’ having two official Japanese translated titles hence why we have ‘Gankutsuou’ and ‘Count of Monte Cristo’ as names for two separate iterations (and I bet rider version would’ve actually gotten honor of bearing ‘Edmond Dantes’ name)

But it’s also hilarious that ‘Gankutsuou’ version doesn’t want to be called Edmond Dantes and eng translation does exactly opposite purely became there’s no other way

Edmond: I don’t want to be called Edmond Dantes since I’m not the same man

FGO’s eng translation/Guda: proceeds to call him exactly that in next sentence

Edmond: … okay listen here you little bitch—

[aquaquadrant]

does the from eden playlist go all the way until the end of the series or just up to where we've gotten so far?

the playlist was intended to cover the entire series, howEVER at the time i made that playlist i only had the first chapter written, with just a rough outline for the rest of the story. lots of things have changed/been added since then, SO since u asked, i’ve taken this opportunity to update the playlist to better reflect the entire series.

linked here for convenience 💃

[sysig]

Damned Masterpost

Original run

ZEX wasn’t there for that, Dex!

Getting started

Kissing Strangers 💋

Captain Dating Sim

If I become lost...

It started with a whisper

Perfect comedy routine

Flowers for you!

ZEX loves wild horse!

Dexter’s first visit

Pivotal bright spot

Sunshine Captain ☀️

But ZEX loves humans!

Uniform ♥

Hard learning curve

Big Guy Teisel

VUXisms

ZEX’s hair <3

Haunted by Kayako

Zelnick has two hands

Zelnick’s gone :(

ZEX’s MU (blood)

Them (blood)

Leaving weird impressions

Last man standing

Wake up somewhere better (blood)

Despite everything, he’s still ZEX

New Daay

DAX profile

DAX Expressions

VUX duo Expressions

Lover’s tiff Expressions

Action heroes Expressions (blood)

Roughed up VUX Expressions (blood)

Too busy flirting

The Little VUXmaid ---

What if DAX was there

DAX’s Special Counseling

Homesick

After ZEX’s MU

Hope we die (blood)

Max’s visit

Karaoke Night

The girlies are fightinnggg

Different sensibilities

ZEX’s hair, again

Protect him, please

VUXémon

The three of them

Wander I mean Dr. Doran

More Dr. Doran

“Wake up” configurations

More VUXémon ft. Larry and Kabu

Dismissed ---

First re-meeting ♥

Chill, Sub-Commander

Each other’s VUX

Pyramid Head fight (blood)

Dr. Vargas

VUX silliness

Therapy went great

Nightly squabbles

You must snuggle

Obeying commands

Locked In

Damned, but make it Osmosis Jones

Wants to fight so bad

Some familiar faces

Drix Uniform

Main three’s profiles

Other

Stanley profile speculations

Max wants out

Crystal Gem VUX

All those missing eyes

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