#everyone feeling safe??? Without having to do anything????

[bluem1lls]

hii!! can u write a se-mi x female guard reader and theyre already lovers even before the game started. when reader realized that se mi is in the game, she secretly protected her. when the reader revealed herself to se mi in the bthroom they kinda argued,,

✧₊⁺ i'm mr. loverman (and i miss my lover)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: you're so in love with your friend with benefits that you'll risk your life to keep her safe, even if it's all to let her go in the end.

content: angst, guard! reader x player! se-mi

authors note: hi!!! tysm for your request, i hope u like it!

⋆｡°✩ her fingers feel so good inside that, combined with her lust-filled face that roams your features, you think you can cry from the sight alone.

"yes, yes, yes, just like that" your head hits the wall with a choked moan once she allows you to finish.

as you're coming down from your haze, she kisses you.

her kisses so rough, that you're used to being out of breath afterwards.

she lays you in bed, gently getting on top.

"you're my pretty girl.. and i'll miss. you. so. much" she says, kissing you after every word.

please, make it never ending.

"why can't i go with you?" you pouted as she shook her head no.

"i need to take this trip by myself. i told you.. i need to solve a few issues before.. we get more serious" she says as she hears your sigh. "i want that baby, i really do."

you nod, a bit hesitant, resting your head on her chest. you can feel heart beating, which pulls a smile from your lips.

"we can have a morning quickie, as a goodbye"

she hums as she kisses your forehead in agreement.

"mmm.. such a nice way to say goodbye." she replies as you chuckle. "but i still need one more round, just.. to make sure i'm leaving you all satisfied"

you smirk, lifting your head as your eyes find eachother. your lips meet hers once again.

"make me" she grins, quickly getting on top, covering the naked bodies with the white sheets.

⋆｡°✩ you place the mask over your face, following 015 to the 'red lights, green lights' room. stepping in, you remove the mask and drop the case on the floor, putting the weapon together.

practicing the aiming, you check the new players. you would judge them but, weren't you just one stupid more?

as you got ready for the game, the doll turned around, letting you hear the little song you knew all too well.

everyone started running, slowing the pace as it screamed red light.

you found an already familiar face guiding the newbies, oh? well he's..huh. player 456. that's actually cool.

you scanned the room as the game kept going, finding a face you had imprinted in your brain.

huh, she's pretty.

she has..

pretty brown eyes, short brown hair, piercings.

huh.

your eyes shut closed, trying to supress the angry scream.

the girl looked just like se-mi!

no wait.

it was fucking se-mi.

"fuck."

pulling your hair, you tried to focus during the game, you can't lose it now.

you tried to keep your shots far away from her, trying to not make her flinch or anything that made her move.

as she got to the finish line, a sigh of relief ran through your body.

you couldn't face her now though, that'd be reckless.

⋆｡°✩ as the night came, you stirred in bed. shivers running through your body as you kept thinking about her.

you slowly got dressed, walking where the players went through to go to the bathroom, you nudge your partner to go.

i mean, you weren't a big thing here, but they respected you as a triangle, at least the newbies (circles).

so as he left, you stood there, checking on her through the small window.

you located her on the bed, asleep. she was all alone and you almost ran in there to sleep with her, but you couldn't.

pressing your lips together, you sighed, hoping everything could end soon.

⋆｡°✩ a new day, the end of a new game. you prayed that she made it, as you couldn't be there present for it.

you stood on the bathroom door, guarding, as you kept thinking.

how could you ask them without being suspicious?

maybe grab a circle and ask, then kill him.

or um.. maybe go down to the bathroom door? like last night and look for her?

no, maybe you could-

no need, because as you kept thinking of ways to find out if she was alive after 'six-legged pentathlon' while taking custody, she stood there in front of you.

"can i go orrr.. you'll shoot me?" she smirked, eyeing me up and down.

you swore, if she kept being a brat, you'll throw the mask and kiss her. a few ways to makeout and have a quickie came to your mind.

you nod at her, your gun pointing to the door as she enters, leaving your sight.

at least the brat was alive. thank god.

⋆｡°✩ as you kept with your nightly ritual, you found yourself in the little hallway where the players walked for the bathroom.

you could see her chuckling, she was sitting down with a few guys, manspreading as always.

your eyes roamed her body, and then her face. she was so attractive.

you wouldn't judge any of the girls here if they fell for her.

judge doesn't mean you wouldn't shoot them though.

⋆｡°✩ a new day, a new game.

mingle.

as you stood there, your eyesight found her. she was scanning the room, walking with the same group you saw her yesterday.

moving aside with gun in hand, you stared as her brown eyes started to show a hint of fear as the platform begin spinning.

she does the first round, the second one.

but on third one, something feels weird as you see her talking with this guy, a frown on her face.

your heart shatters as you see her three partners run to a room without her.

fuck no. she's not gonna die here.

you stare side to side, as the guards are busy, keeping their focus on otherways.

good.

you get close, poking her with the gun as she turns around, surprise all over her face. you could see that she'd given up. that broke your heart even more.

"196 and 133 are missing one. run" you mumble, but she can still hear you.

she stays there frozen as you poke her again. she seems to react this time as she runs with them into a room, although she keeps turning back to stare, trying to find out more about you.

you go back to your position. once mingle ends, you let out a breathing that you didn't even knew you were holding.

⋆｡°✩ you can't sleep that night, knowing she's there, probably staring at the ceiling thinking about what happened today, just like you.

you miss her so much you feel like you're about to leave everything to go and help her.

because you would. you'd drop everything for her.

⋆｡°✩ light's out was next. you knew that.

you can never be too careful, right?

as you run downstairs, placing the mask on your face, you find another guard with the triangle instead of circle, like you're used to.

fuck.

"039, what are you-" you cut him abruptly, choking him with your arm.

once his body goes limp, you hide it behind the door.

you start looking for her, she's not in her bed.

a bad feeling running through your veins.

fuck it. it's worth it for her.

as you hide your gun, you enter the common room. the light's are flashing, making it worse to locate her. everyone is in such a rush, they don't even see you. if they did, they're too busy being stabbed to death.

where is she?? WHERE the fuck is she????

you look near her bed, she's not there. you stare behind, the sides. she's. not. there.

fuckk.

you find her friend...min su? on top of a bed, quickly, you run to him. once you're close enough, you could hear a whimper.

no. please. not her.

"se-mi?" you scream with fear, voice almost trembling. "se-mi!?"

your eyes find her cornered against the wall. she already has a wound close to her neck.

what's it gonna be? your life of her's?

there's no doubt.

you aim and shoot. his body falls on top of her as she gasps. her gaze finds yours.

she throws his body to the ground, running to your side.

"who the fuck are you?" she tries to pull the mask as you stop her, holding her wrist.

"not here. bathroom"

she follows you to the bathroom, her body shivers.

"are you cold?"

"no. just.. had a very close death experience" she replies coldly.

there's nothing left to say other than pressing your lips while nodding.

once you get there, you step in first, checking to see if it's empty. you sign her to follow you as she enters, closing the door behind her.

she swiftly pushes you against the wall, holding a shard of broken glass to your throat. "who. the fuck. are you?"

"if you let me, i'll show you" she hesitates but backs up. you remove the mask and everything that covers your face and hair.

her mouth opens in shock. please, not this.

"you're fucking kidding me right? is this some kind of sick joke?" she says, staring wide eyed. "you were the one who helped me today and..oh my god. this entire time it was you"

as you try to get closer, she slaps your hand, rejecting you.

"se-mi, please"

"i can't believe you accepted this. do you have fun killing people? what if- what if you had to kill me?" anger slips through her words.

"i-i dont, se-mi" your eyes close, a few tears threaten to spill. "you lied to me too.. there was never a trip-"

"it's different! i came here to fucking end my debts to have our happy ending! you're just here for pleasure!

"it's not pleasure se-mi. i get fucking paid for this too, i need the money as much as you do" your voice elevates.

tears roll down your cheeks. it's useless.

"can we talk better outside?" you hiccup. "may-maybe when this is done we can get back home and-"

she dry chuckles, shooking her head no.

"you're fucking insane if you think there's an 'us' outside after this"

oh.

she must've seen your fat tears rolling down your cheeks because she attempts to comfort you, the habit being stronger than her. she closed her fist before any move, trying to control herself.

"right." you try to move but all you could do was try to breathe. if you didn't left this place in 2 minutes, you'll have a breakdown.

her gaze filled with anger, starts to disappear once she sees your teary eyes.

"fuck. im- i didn't meant- i" she stutters as her hands cover her face. "i fucked up, i didn't mean to say that-"

its too late, because you start placing all to cover yourself once again. she grabs your arm to stop you as you remove her grip.

"princess, i'm- exhausted and i'm confused and i'm fucking pissed i had you here all along, and my fucking 'friend' tried to kill me and he died in front of me because my girlfriend is the guard at this fucked up place and-" she pulls her hair as she takes a deep breath, clearly stressed.

she closes her eyes, this must be a fucked up nightmare, she thinks.

"baby- i'm sorry."

"you're not the only one who's been having it hard sem. you think this is a birthday party? you get paid to murder your own partners too. you killed them everytime you hit the circle. i need this too. the money- it goes all to my parents se-mi. i don't kill for fun. you need the money to pay your debts and i need the money to keep my parents alive." a sob escapes from your mouth as she looks at you, regret takes over her.

"but i'm fucking glad you lived though. as i'm also glad you lived in 'green light, red light' when i tried to avoid shooting near you to stop you from flinching. as i'm glad i kept you alive, even if i had to stay all night on the door to look after you while you slept after the games. as i'm glad i fucking saved you, while your friends left you to die."

you grab the mask, turning around as her mouth agapes like a fish, trying to find some words to say.

she has none. she knows you're right. or maybe you're both morally gray. you're as fucked up as she is.

and maybe now, she realizes it would've been better if there were no lies from the beggining.

"baby.." she murmurs as you start to head out the door, walking away.

"take care se-mi. i- i did everything i could. i had to pick between your life and mine. and i chose you. there's a big chance they'll kill me if they see the tapes, but at least you get out of here alive." you said, placing the mask again to cover your face.

and you leave. and she lets you leave.

and she cries against the wall until there are no more tears left to cry.

maybe she lost the game, but most importantly, she lost her lover.

and now, there's not a home to come back to, because you won't be there when she does.

[doiliedaze]

Show ‘em

Warnings: exhibition, public, fingering (reader receiving), mean!sev (kinda), manipulation?? so dub-con (putting this to be safe I’m not sure), slightly forced submission??, humiliation

Genre: smut

A/N: omg guys thank y’all for interacting with my work the way y’all have, it makes me feel so warm!! I found my folks °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°

I think this goes under dub-con because Sevika touches reader without asking but she knows reader would consent and reader does consent even though she whines and feels shame.

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It was another night filled with laughter, drinking and gambling.

In the lanes you’re known as Sevika’s girl and she makes sure you remember it too. Sometimes her jealousy can get the best of her and she gets overprotective but she doesn’t want to lose you. She understands your a ray of sunshine down here and who doesn’t like the light? In her eyes it’s to make sure no one tampers with your light.

People tend to try her, especially when it comes to you. Always making jokes that if Sevika looses a game they should be able to touch you. Comments like this aren’t new to her but they have been something she’s been hearing more lately. In her mind there’s only one way to solve this; show you off only in a way she can!

So here you are on Sevika’s lap, skirt bunched at your hips, panties around your ankle and bare pussy dripping onto Sev’s thigh.

“Vika please” you whisper in her neck hiding with shame and arousal. Annoyed she pulled two fingers out to slap your pussy harshly, “be quiet, tryna focus” she mumbles looking at her cards.

This started because you were talking to a close friend and an asshole was in her ear talking shit and she hit her limit. It’s honestly a power trip for her, doesn’t help that she’s a bit tipsy but she has the prettiest thing in the lanes that everyone could see and never touch.

Your weeping cunt clenches around her fingers, that familiar sensation building in your stomach. “No more Vika” you whine, eyes lined with fat tears and your plump lip trembling. You claw at anything you can touch, distracting her again.

For that she added another finger and curled them inside you forcing a loud moan out of you, “can I focus on the game please?” She refuses to talk to you in a disrespectful manner even if her actions are disrespecting you, but you have to understand this is for your own good.

Your hips fight against her fingers despite it feeling so good. Sure you’d rather not be fingered in a bar but you’d do anything to please her, she’s your Sevika and you love her more than anything. Your suppose to listen to the ones you love right? Follow their commands, especially when they are protecting you. At least that’s what she’s whispering in your ear.

“Be my good girl and take it.” She states as she wins her round. “I’m your good girl” you whisper as you suck her fingers in. A shit eating grin can’t help but grow on Sevika’s face. Loving the feeling of you slowly submitting. This is conformation you learned what she was tryna teach you, teach everyone. She owns you.

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A/N: I had no idea how to end this🥹 hope you all liked it though, I just wanted to execute this idea and try my hand at one of my darker ideas!!

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[plethorawrites]

Oblivious Smallville Clark Kent who, for whatever reason, can't see how attractive he is to everyone, especially you. It isn't exactly his fault for never making a move on you when you've never really openly told him how you feel or even actually flirted with him. You wouldn't. He was your friend and you wouldn't ruin it. You had, however, complimented. A lot. He never really picked up on it though.

A comment about him looking nice in a suit when he was feeling weird about it, or telling him the haircut he thought was too short looked good on him just rolled off his back. A breezy smile and small thanks was all he'd ever give in return. So, you pined quietly, appreciating all the features he was entirely unaware anyone loved about him.

Until one night, you're stood up on a date and have to call him to come pick you up. It was sort of like being stuck by lightning, seeing you that night in a gorgeous outfit, your hair done neatly and your eyes reflecting sadness. He, without warning, realized exactly how beautiful you had always been.

You were already compassionate, funny, honest. He always knew you were an incredible person and he always felt good around you. Comfortable. Which, for an alien, was hard to feel sometimes.

But suddenly, it was like a light had switched in his head and ever since driving you home, quietly, leaving after assuring you that you didn't do anything wrong and any guy would be lucky to be with you, he couldn't stop seeing you as more than a friend.

All the little habits he brushed off became clear and something he hated focusing on but couldn't stop—chewing on your pencil while working on homework, running your hands through your hair when frustrated, licking your lips to keep them moist because you always forgot chapstick and they were always raw from the weather that had been getting colder.

Yeah, it was safe to say he was completely, totally, utterly screwed. Because he couldn't go more than half a day without thinking about you, getting jealous when someone else talked to you or made you laugh, calling just to talk for a bit. And you, he thought, would never feel the same way about him. It was a lost cause.

[neovillains]

FINDING EQUILIBRIUM · GOJO SATORU

( PLAY EPISODE 5 : CRYING ANGEL ) after you get akumatized, gojo realizes that maybe there's more harm done in what he's doing in his efforts to keep everyone he cares about safe. now, he has to make a choice that can either be for better or worse. | watch time : 5.0k words.

── chat noir!gojo satoru & akumatized!reader, angst, light violence, arguments, gojo a whiny baby, light violence, confessions.

note. thank you so much for completing season one of finding equilibrium. omg i had so much fun writing this series! im excited to get season two started up for y'all!

“Satoru!” Plagg groaned, his tiny fists balling up in a fist as Gojo was still splayed out on the bed, fast asleep and refusing to get out of bed. This was the nth day in a row that Gojo had done this, retreating himself away in his apartment any opportunity that he could and nearly being late to his classes. The supernatural feline was starting to grow tired of his antics, his small nudges no longer working and having to pull out the big ammunition to get this annoying bastard out of bed. 

Messy white hair that prickled Gojo’s forehead, Plagg swatted the strands away before his face was a mere nanometer away. Mouth opening wide, sharp fangs pointed out, Plagg was about to chomp when Gojo’s eyes finally flickered open and swatted his tiny comrade out of the way and across the room. With a thud, Plagg’s back hits the wall before he starts fluttering again. 

Gojo doesn’t say anything, just sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. Adorned in a baggy white t-shirt and black boxer briefs, he forces himself out of bed. Plagg watches, crossing his arms and glaring at his holder. “Hmph,” he frowns. “Good morning to you, too.”

Gojo only groans, standing to his feet as he trudges his way towards the bathroom, shutting the door before Plagg could follow him inside. Plagg groans at the supposed adult. Did he really choose such a dramatic and whiny individual? “Is this how you’re going to be over a girl?”

Plagg was trying to empathize. He really was, but the longer this went on, the shorter his patience became. Gojo was becoming reckless, short-tempered, and ill-fitted to be Chat Noir. If he kept this up, Plagg would have no choice but to… No, he needed to talk some sense in him. The solution was simple. Gojo would confess his true feelings to you and the two of you can both be on your merry way. Gojo would become more chirpier, meaning that he’ll actually live up to his potential as Chat Noir and overall, be happier. It was that simple. “Gojo, if you just—”

Here we go again, Gojo grunts from the other side, plastering toothpaste on his toothbrush. Eyebrows knitted in anger, he scoffs. “I’m not taking advice from a four-inch vermin.”

Plagg tried not to take offense, knowing how stupidly emotional Gojo can get, starting to spew things he didn’t mean and would only come to regret. “Maybe, you should! You wouldn’t be all miserable like you are now.”

“Oh, I know why I’m miserable,” Gojo starts, “and it’s not because of that.”

“Whatever it is,” Plagg beams, trying to stay optimistic amidst Gojo’s glum mood. “We can fix it—”

The door knob twists, the door opens as Gojo stands shirtless. Toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he glares at Plagg. He’s been a ticking time bomb, meaning to explode. His chest heaves and his breaths shallow, he vibrates in anger. “We can’t fix anything. Actually, you can’t fix anything because you’re the very problem why everything’s broken.”

Gojo’s voice is low, but the sharpness in his tone slashes at Plagg’s chest— cat-like eyes, big and blue widening at the seering anger that reverberates from the much larger individual. “Wh–What do you mean by that?”

“What I mean is that,” Gojo begins, uncaring for the harshness of his words, just needing to get this anger that’s residing on his chest. “Is that ever since you came into my life, things have gone haywire. I can’t hang out with my friends without lying, I can’t go anywhere without being late, I can’t be with the girl I like because I always have to consider you and this power you gave me!”

Voice thunderous and threatening, Gojo makes Plagg tremble, flying backwards as Gojo inches forward and a shadow casting forwards. However, Plagg clears his throat and pushes out his chest, reminding himself that the boy is only heartbroken. “You—You don’t mean that!”

“I do,” Gojo affirms. “I wish you never showed up in my life. It would be infinitely better.”

“You’re lying,” Plagg points, ignoring the stagger in his voice. “Without me, your life would be boring!”

“Without you, I would no longer have to cry!”

“I bet you couldn’t survive the day without me!”

“Oh, I know I could go on for an eternity with you gone.”

Plagg searches in his eyes, trying to find the bluff. However, there’s so much sincerity with every word as Gojo sneers at him, Plagg’s bottom lip trembles. Shoulders dropping as his tiny black body is now the one that’s sullen. Hurt casted through the entirety of him as the shine in Gojo’s blue eyes sealed the deal. He didn’t know that Gojo felt this way towards him, deeming his gift of the cat miraculous as a burden and the reason for his heartache. He knew that the name Chat Noir carried heavy weight, but all he ever wanted for Gojo was to live a happy and exuberant life outside of the akumatization of the innocent. He never meant to be the underlying factor into all of this, his heart starting to ache itself as he realizes how much of a problem he’s become.

When Plagg has nothing more to say, Gojo inches back inside of the bathroom, shutting the door with a loud thud as he finishes brushing his teeth, furiously moving the mechanical object back and forth before spitting out the minty foam into the porcelain sink. He strips out of his underwear, twisting the shower pipe on and waiting for it to heat up. When he jumps in, he shuts out the rest of the world, the hot water running down his spine and washing away his woes. He breathes out a deep sigh, his eyes shut as his white eyelashes gather fine water droplets before dripping away. Steam fogs the bathroom mirror and when he climbs out, it hides him from his horrid reflection. 

In the midst of his shower, Plagg doesn’t take refuge in his usual spot, waiting for Gojo to get ready. Instead, hiding in the desolate spot in the kitchen, far on top of the cupboards as he hears the rumbles and movement of the kid getting ready for his classes. In this glum state, Plagg lies down on the hardwood and replaces his companion’s spot, moping around the residence as Gojo doesn’t even realize of his absence when he opens the front door and slams it shut with a loud bang. 

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The universe just doesn’t seem to be on your side recently. Sleeping past your alarms, missing a few assignments, and just finding misery in everything. The sun beats against your skin, blinding you in your venture to the main campus as you trudge on with your bag slung over your left shoulder. Scrolling through your phone, your heart palpitates as you check your schedule and to-do lists. Luckily, you don’t have an hour and a half to spare before your next class, giving you ample time to stop by the library and hopefully catch up on a few things that you’re behind on. 

You drop your bag down, pulling your laptop from it when you receive a notification on your smart watch. Your grade on your recent assignment, a low C teetering on the line of a ‘D’. Plopping yourself down in the chair, tears seeping down your face as the stress becomes overbearing. All of your emotions become so overpowering as you start dwelling on everything. Your mind dwindles to last week and asking Gojo out, how that simple action had seemed to cause such rippling effects in such a short period of time. The two of you had been avoiding each other, Gojo no longer waking up in the early hours of the morning to strike up conversation when you have to feed Misty-Mint. He’s returned to his typical schedule prior to knowing that the both of you were neighbors, no longer seeking you out in the classes you share. When you do spot him, he’s with Geto and Shoko, and the two of them seem sympathetic, always giving you a small wave before Gojo notices.

You can’t seem to understand why you’re so fixated on him— why he won’t just leave your mind and let you get on with your life. You were too hasty, falling for what you’re calling “fleeting” emotions. A guy that gave you an ounce of attention. He gave you an inch and you took a mile. Stupid, you felt so utterly and completely stupid. You hide your face in your hands, silently sobbing to yourself when you feel something tickle against your skin. 

“Aw, my poor child,” a deep voice echoes inside your brain, calling you from moments of despair. “Heartbreak eating at your bones? Someone that you believed to reciprocate your feelings, only seeming to let you down. Now it seems like nothing in your life is going your way. Don’t you just want it to stop?

“Don’t you want your revenge? To make him pay?” The dark voice eggs you on, making those tears dry up on your face as you nod faintly, a weak ‘yes’ falling from your lips in a mere croak. “Good. Exact your revenge my Crying Angel, and teach that guy a lesson.”

The akuma butterfly embeds itself to you, transforming your simple attire to an all-white gown and white feathers start fluttering on the sides, gigantic wings that cast a large shadow. Bystanders that watch in amazement, an akumatized villain never looking so ethereal until you. Huge wings that knock everything in its path, their starstruck vision is blinded when they remember the dangers, especially when they’re in your eye sight. And when they try to look away, it’s like they’re frozen in time. Unable to move a muscle, they’re stiff in fear while every move you take is striking. 

Every human being that you run across is frozen in place the moment they make eye contact with you, creating living statues before casting yourself in the air, wings that make you skyrocket as they flap graciously. Hawk Moth continues feeding into your sorrows, reminding you of every reason that you need to exact your revenge until the moment you land on the doorsteps of Gojo’s apartment. You had the majority of his schedule memorized to know that he’s usually on his way home around this time, breaking into his apartment with ease as you send the door flying with a loud crash. So loud that it startles Plagg from his nap, making him jump up in fright and hitting his head on the ceiling. The disoriented kwami blinks frantically before his vision clears, trying to decipher what exactly is that ruckus. “Gojo, is that you?”

“Who is that?” a familiar voice sounds out instead of who Plagg was expecting. His eyes widen, hearing heavy footsteps that start lurking towards the kitchen. He huddles low, keeping himself hidden on top of the cupboards as he tries to get a good peek out. A villain, he gasps— dressed in all white and gorgeous wings that nearly has him hypnotized. “Where are you? I know someone’s here! Where’s Gojo? Him and I, we… We need to speak!”

Plagg couldn’t pinpoint how he knew that voice, only that it sounded familiar. It isn’t until you turn around, nearly meeting your eyes before he’s ducking down completely in hopes to stay concealed that he realizes that it’s you. Plagg’s eyes widen as his heart starts pounding against his chest. Pity then falls upon him as it dawns on him that you must be going after Gojo because of his rejection. However, that sympathy disappears. You’re after Gojo.

Heart beating against his chest, Plagg has to wait until you’ve given up, footsteps heading outside of the kitchen before he’s jumping back up. He’s no longer worrying about his disagreement with the boy who had hurt his feelings. He couldn’t give a rat’s ass about that. No, he just wanted to make sure that his best friend was safe. Floating in the sky, Plagg has to be careful as he peeks out from the corner, finding you nowhere in the dining area nor the living room. The door is wide open and from afar, he can hear you checking for the bedrooms. Now’s the time, he figures. He has to get away now before he’s caught.

Racing as fast as his little body takes him, the kwami doesn’t look back. Hurdling out of the door before racing right in the direction of Gojo. He should be heading home soon, he tells himself. I need to get to him before you do. 

Plagg makes sure to keep himself concealed as best as he possibly can. However, with every person he’s come across, he realizes something. They’re frozen in place. He pauses for a second, coming to realize that this must be your power, freezing people in time. “Oh no…” Plagg groans, quickening up his movements as he realizes how detrimental this has just become. “I really really need to get to Gojo first.”

—

Gojo decided that he was no longer going to wallow in self-pity. After his classes for the day, he messaged Shoko and Geto to meet up with him just so he wouldn’t have to go back to his apartment. With free schedules themselves, they agreed to spend the rest of the day together, all deciding to meet up at the courtyard before heading out. Gojo had no plans or any idea on what they could do, but he’d find the nearest place that seemed interesting and spend the rest of the evening there. Cooped up in a small arcade, all the games vintage, he’s stuck at a pinball machine. The tip of his tongue sticking out as he stares down at the device in pure concentration. Eyebrows furrowed as he stood hunched over, making sure to click the buttons at the right time. 

So absorbed in the game, he doesn’t notice when Geto’s standing over him. Typical dark and baggy clothes on him with his hands shoved inside his pockets. Head tilted, he watches his friend in curiosity, eyebrows furrowed as he wonders how long his best friend is going to keep this up— avoiding his problems, that is. “Are you done?”

“Nope,” Gojo says. “I gotta beat this time to win.” 

Geto rolls his eyes, knowing that while Gojo’s deflecting, he’s also serious in the same breath. “Gojo, I’m serious. When are you going to stop?”

“When I beat this time,” Gojo grits his teeth. With a huff, Geto finally interjects, batting Gojo’s hands away and triggering the boy to nudge at him. They begin to bicker, Gojo whining as he tries pushing Geto back. However, Geto ultimately wins when the metallic ball falls into the hole, Gojo missing the time by ten minutes. He slams his fist on the glass, nearly cracking it before facing Geto. “What the fuck, man?”

“What’s gotten into you?” Geto asks, unfazed by his outburst. “When are you gonna stop running from every little problem you face and stop being a baby?”

For a mere second, Gojo’s eyes widen before he plays into his facade, playing nonchalant and shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, real smooth,” Geto snorted, crossing his arms. “Where is she, huh? Where’s (Y/N)?”

Gojo’s body immediately stiffens, halting his breath at the mention of your name. “I don’t know—”

“Stop playing games with me, Satoru, and be truthful,” Geto groans, tired of these games now. “Shoko and I both know you like her, and it’s obvious that something happened. You do this all the time. Whenever something comes up and you don’t want to face it, you hide from them and wallow in self-pity, trying to feign as if everything is alright, but it’s not.”

Gojo sighs, shutting his eyes. “She confessed her feelings to me, and…”

“You said no because you’re Chat Noir?”

“Yes, and I really wanted to say yes, but I got flustered and— wait, what?” Geto snorts, not even caring for revealing that he revealed that he knew of his friend’s secret identity. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “It was so obvious. It didn’t take us long before we realized. Shoko didn’t want to believe it at first, but the similarities are so uncanny.”

“Oh…” Gojo breathes, shoulders slumping as he tries to reflect on everything. Geto pats his shoulders, giving his friend a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t feel stupid. If it makes you feel better. Everyone else is clueless. I don’t think people are expecting to be standing next to thee Chat Noir on a regular basis.”

Gojo’s really grateful no one is around to hear the conversation, eyes flickering over in the instilled paranoia nonetheless. He shrugs off Geto’s hand before leaning against the pinball machine. He sighs. “Yeah, well, the job is tiring and I didn’t want to have to lie to someone else because of it.”

“I can’t say I understand what you’re going through,” Geto exhales. “I can only say I empathize because of the million and one superhero movies I've watched. But, I’ll tell you this—” Geto pokes Gojo in his chest, giving him a pointed look. “—From what I’ve learned from these movies is that sometimes pushing the people you love and care about away only puts them in more danger. You might think that what you’re doing now is saving them, but later on, it’ll only bite you in the ass.”

Gojo doesn’t know that Geto’s piece of advice is something for present time until he finds himself standing outside of the arcade, the sun hiding behind the clouds before he hears the sound of his name being shouted in a low voice, Gojo! Gojo! Gojooooo! Turning his head from left to right, and from right to left, before he spots a cat-like kwami heading his way. “Plagg?!”

Gojo snatches the kwami from being so out in the open, dragging him into a secluded corner before opening his hands. “Plagg, what’re you doing out in the open? You could’ve been caught!”

“Well, after someone said that they didn’t need me in their life, I decided to stay home!” Plagg pouts, crossing his arms as he remembers their earlier squabble. Gojo recalls the current of events before his mouth turns into an ‘O,’ guilt running through him as he shouldn’t have let his emotions take control so easily. 

“Plagg, I’m so—”

“There’s no time to apologize,” Plagg interjects, remembering the entire reason he risked showing his true identity out in the light. “(Y/N)’s been akumatized! A very pretty villain, might I add— but she’s been akumatized!”

“What? How?”

“I’m guessing you,” Plagg shrugged. “She broke into your apartment on the hunt for you!”

“Shit,” Gojo curses, knowing that this was all his fault in the first place. If he wasn’t so scared of hurting you and jeopardizing something that’s never happened, you wouldn’t be in this entire mess right now. 

“Yeah,” Plagg nods vigorously. “We have to go and stop her, now!”

He motions for Gojo to follow him before stopping, remembering one vital piece of information. “Before you transform, you need to know that you can’t look her in the eyes. Her power is that she’s able to freeze you in time. One look in her eye and you’re done for!”

“How am I going to stop her then?” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, not seeing how he could possibly defeat someone you couldn’t look at. However, the longer the two of you stall like this, the more victims that fall into your trap. Plagg shrugs, “You’ll have to do it blindfolded then. Let’s go before she freezes the whole city trying to get to you!”

—

Gojo and the kwami spot you where it all started in the library. By this time on his regular schedule, Gojo would’ve found himself here, either with you or Geto and Shoko. He finds it slightly endearing that you had taken the time to memorize his schedule, but in a moment like this, he shouldn’t. 

“Remember the plan,” Plagg reminds Gojo, bringing him back on track as they stand outside of the building behind an alleyway. “Follow the sound of her voice. Trust your cat instincts and the staff. They’ll guide the way.”

“This plan sucks,” Gojo says in a hushed voice, anxiety coursing through his veins. He’s always had confidence in his abilities, but to run inside blindfolded? This was a disaster waiting to happen. Gojo doesn’t understand how Plagg has so much faith in this ill-devised plan.

“Well, it’s the only one that we’ve got,” Plagg groans, nudging the boy to transform. The longer this goes on, the more people you lead in danger. “Stop wasting time!”

“Fine!” Gojo huffs, before standing tall. He shimmies and shakes out all the nerves that run through him, speaking affirmations in his head and telling himself that this will all work out in the end. Rubbing the silver ring on his right index finger, Gojo stammers out, “Uh… Claws out?”

Every step that Gojo takes is one filled with uncertainty, using his hands to feel around for the entrance. The world is silent, the venture to the library revealed the ghost towns you had created within a couple of hours. Every look on the human statue exhibiting a face of wonder and awe as if they had just seen an angel. It piques Chat Noir’s interests, wanting to take off this dark blindfold and have a look for himself. 

He draws closer to the entrance, immediately able to tell when he hears the whir of the self-opening doors beckoning himself inside. Using his staff as a walking stick, he lets them feel for his next step. Don’t try to find her, Plagg had advised. Let her find you. Gojo found it stupid. The two of them had no idea of your true capabilities other than freezing people in time, luring people in by your beauty. 

However, Plagg’s advice worked. The moment he stepped foot through those automatic doors, your white pupils were on him. Silent as you observed the masked hero with a snarl, eyes twitching in irritation at these professed heroes trying to save the day. Yes, my dear, Hawk Moth voiced. Lure him in and grab that Miraculous. 

Obliging, the task at hand seemed simple enough. The fool came in blindfolded, giving you the ability to take the upperhand. Though, it would be easier if he’d just take off that silly garment over his face. However, you were amused. You wanted to see how long it would take for the confident Chat Noir to fumble and fall. Was he really as agile as a cat? 

He could feel your presence, knowing that you’re lingering around. He can feel each step that you take, knowing that if he couldn’t rely on sight, he’d have to trust sound. You took one step forward, resulting in two steps back from him. You went to the right, he took five steps to the left. Clearing his throat, he was about to call your name before stopping himself. “I mean… Whatever it is that they call you. We need to talk.”

Try to reason with her, Chat Noir remembers Plagg’s words. We both saw it with Geto. If they can remember who they truly are. You can break off her hold from Hawk Moth. 

“What would I have to talk about with the likes of you?” You sneer, trying to reach for him, but yet again, he manages to dodge you. How is he doing that? 

“A lot, actually,” he says as a matter of fact. “Like, for one, you need to unfreeze everyone.” 

The sound of his voice starts to agitate you, something so familiar about it that only stirs up the emotions bubbling inside of you. The slow and calculated steps aren’t seeming to work, so you’ll just have to quicken the pace. You lunge at him, reaching for his wrist when he jumps back, his back landing into a bookshelf, making it shake as books start to fall. You smirk in his falter. Maybe there is a possibility of you winning. 

“What? So I can free that nuisance, Ladybug, as well?” you scoff. “Highly unlikely.”

“Okay, then…” he continues, stalling, backing up before you attack again. This time, aiming for the left of him. However, with his staff, he stops you. “What’s gotten you so worked up? Maybe, it’s something the both of us can work out together.”

“What are you, a therapist now?” You frown. “Listen, I only want to speak with one person, so until he comes, be a good kitty and shut up.”

“So, it’s relationship trouble!” Chat Noir beams. “Great! I can surely help with that.”

The more he talks, the more aggravated you get, grunting as you jump out at him. He misses your attacks by a few inches, always stumbling and staggering over the furniture, but always managing to make it out safe. This time, his rib cage hits the edge of the table, causing him to groan out in pain before you’re on him again. With the bat of his staff, he knocks you down before you could get a hold of him. 

“Listen, you’re hurt,” Chat Noir says. “I get it! You think someone likes you, so you muster up the courage to confess, only to realize that hey, maybe you were wrong.”

It’s shocking with how on the nail he is, making you wary to take another step towards him as you falter in your attack. “How’d you know—”

Nevermind that, Hawk Moth seethes in your mind. Just get that Miraculous! 

You push him to the back of your mind, eyebrows furrowing at Chat Noir. He shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. “Just a lucky guess? But listen…”

No, you listen to me, Hawk Moth intervenes. What that boy did to you was wrong? You’re a lovely young woman that deserves to be loved! Dwell in that anger and heartbreak! Make him pay and get that ring! 

Just as he thought he was making progress with you, he feels you lunge for him again. This time, grabbing ahold of his staff and not letting go. You hold a heavy grip on it as he tries to pull away, a battle between who’s the strongest before finally your hold lets up. Nearly knocking himself in the face, he sends you flying into the bookshelves, them falling like dominos as you land with a hearty thud. Chat Noir leaps through the air, on top of you in efforts to hold you down. 

Pinning your wrists and putting his weight on you, the two of you struggle as you fight. “Let… go… of me!”

“No, (Y/N)!” he blurts without a second thought. “You need to listen!”

“How do you—”

“Just listen to me!” he cuts you off. “Maybe, you’re right and the guy doesn’t like you. You shouldn’t let that determine how your days go! It sounds like shitty advice now, but a friend told me the same thing. It was something I needed to hear! 

“And maybe, they do like you back, but they’re just scared,” Chat Noir continues, hoping to get through to you. Hawk Moth can feel the gravity of the situation. He’s losing you, not able to spread the fire as you’re staring deep at the blindfolded Chat Noir. White pupils slowly return to their natural state as the feather to your wings falls off. 

“Why would he be scared?” you whisper, still some hold of the Crying Angel on you. 

“Maybe because he’s afraid of losing you before he’s even had you,” he says, voice low in a whisper as you’re finally reverted back to your normal self. No longer are you fighting against him, instead squirming in his touch. 

“Chat Noir?” you gasp. “Wh—Why are you on top of me?”

—

Gojo didn’t want to bombard you the moment he reverted back to his normal self. Instead, he wanted to give you time. However, that moment of peace is up when he’s standing outside your door and knocking. It takes a couple of minutes before you’re running out of your room, confused as to who could possibly be at your door right now. 

“Who is it?” you ask, before checking through the peep-hole. Your eyes widen and your breath hitches when you hear the name Gojo sound from the other side. You both haven’t spoken to each other in a matter of weeks. You thought his rejection would be the last of him, but now, here he is. There is a mixture of emotions settling within you— anger, annoyance, curiosity, longing. Deep down, you know you miss him and the budding friendship the two of you started to develop. You try not to beat yourself up over it as much anymore, the lingering piece of advice stuck inside your head, You shouldn’t let your heartbreak determine how your days go. 

He calls out your name. “Please, just give me a few minutes of your time. I’ll go right after, but there are some things I wanted to clarify with you—”

You’re unlocking your door, wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Like, what?”

You put on a brave face, watching how Gojo’s eyes widen in shock before his shoulders drop, trying to relax himself. “I… I practiced this so much in my head and now everything’s gone.”

“Well, if you forgot, then there’s no need for you here.” You go to shut the door, but he stops you, putting his foot right in between. 

“I do like you back,” he blurts. “Not as a friend, but… romantically.”

“Then, why?” you whisper, eyes glossing over as you pull open the door widely. “You told me ‘no.’”

“I didn’t say no exactly, but—”

“Well, you didn’t say ‘yes,’” you frown.

“I know,” Gojo sighs, averting eye contact. “I was just scared…”

This weird sense of deja vu runs through your bones, like you’ve heard this entire spiel before. Scared of what? You didn’t realize that you had voiced your thoughts out loud until Gojo said, “Scared of losing you.” Maybe because he’s afraid of losing you before he’s even had you.

note. thank you so much for your indulgence in this series! please take some time to send feedback and to let me know what you thought of the first season. i will hint to y'all that season two will be even better than this one :3

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[problematicsashawaybright]

Thinking about how it's implied that Sasha Waybright "rules" her middle school, she's the captain of the cheerleaders, she's so popular and has so much respect and power that people do what she says when they realize it's her, and knows everyone in their class well enough to throw big pool parties at her house, and yet she doesn't have any close friends other than Anne and Marcy. If Anne and Marcy don't know much about her home life, it's safe to say that no one at school knows ANYTHING. She had no one in her life except for Anne and Marcy. No parents, no outside friends, no family members she could turn to. We talk a lot about the codependency that Anne and Marcy experience in their friendships and how badly they feel they need each other, but no one talks about how Sasha also desperately needed them. Not just for power or control. she had nothing and no one without them.

[linskywords]

A thought thats been bouncing around in my head:

Sid takes it upon himself to meet with the subs of the league when they're first drafted. Sure no one is really "out" but Sid has been at this for so long he can tell what he's looking at when a soft spoken guy who thinks his only option is to put the team on his shoulders comes along.

So when Mack comes along, Sid does the same thing he's always done: invite them out for dinner under the guise of a veteran offering advice. But really it's Sid subtly-not so subtly giving them the lay of the land. Advice like "guys are going to say shit on the ice. You can't say anything" "you can't act soft when you get thrown into the boards. It will only make it worse."

He did it with both of the Connors. He did it Nolan.

And he gives a lot of sub-adjacent advice. It's an elephant in the room and most guys will stick their head in the sand if Sid calls a spade a spade, or in this case, a sub a sub (Connor McDavid is a prime example).

Mack listens earnestly and seems genuinely interested in what Sid has to say. But when he starts to give him the standard "you have to be careful on how you take care of your....needs off the ice" talk to Mack, imagine his surprise when Mack goes "oh yeah! No problem there. Smitty and I help each other out. No big deal. So what about power play units-"

And Sid has to try not to choke on his soda. He thought he's heard every excuse under the sun but Mack casually admitting to subbing with his teammate? Former rival? Whatever they are.

And for a moment Sid feels a pang of jealousy. Mack will never know the crushing pain you feel when you go too long without subbing. He'll never know what it's like to feel like you can't have hockey AND be a sub. And maybe deep down underneath it all Sid wonders where he'd be if he didn't have to take all that time off to go through sub withdrawal.

(Hi it's me previous anon! Back with another continuation of the rambles!) Before he met Mack, the most surprising meeting he had was with Connor Bedard. It went like it usually does: inviting the rookie out to dinner under the excuse of "giving advice". They barely had placed their order before Connor is lowering the menu and asking point blank: "how do you sub in the NHL?" It shocks Sid like a punch to the nose. More often he's used to tip toeing around it. But not only did Connor immediately figure out what the dinner was really about, he also (which terrifies Sid) called Sid out for being a sub. Suddenly, the insecure urge that plagued Sid for his first 5 or so years in the league rears its ugly head. Connor goes back to flipping through the menu and asks "did you need a minute" and Sid hysterically can't figure out if Connor was talking about dinner or the bomb he just dropped. (Side note: Connor actually had no intention of rocking Sid's shit like that. He knew Sid was a sub. Not because he heard some nasty rumor. But because he saw the same mannerisms in Sid as he does in himself. And because Connor is a sub, that must mean Sid is a sub too. Everyone has told Connor his main job his first year is to learn. And, well, doesn't this count as learning?)

Aaaaah I love this as a potential future for the WYL 'verse! It's giving major vibes of my Jamie Benn/Joe Pavelski wandering heart story, with the whole "wait hang on do the kids think it's safe to be gay now??" thing Jamie and Joe wrestle with. The times really are changing, and that's great for the old guard to see, and also a little traumatic. It underlines how unnecessary their own suffering was, even if it was unavoidable at the time. It's great that the world is changing, but if it could change for these kids, why couldn't it do it a little bit sooner, for them?

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 3

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 3rd snippet. Officiator found, Adar and Celebrimbor get right down to business and get wed in the uruk camp. However, there is an unforseen hurdle. Celebrimbor ends up being the voice of reason this time around – with unexpectedly nice consequences. (aka, a kiss)

I feel like my muse has lured me in with candy (the political marriage AU idea) and is now holding me captive (making me write more snippets). Not like I have like. 20 ideas in my ideas folder and two other WIPs open or anything like that. Nuh-uh. I feel like I have gotten completely blindsided but – I am having an absolute blast so far?! Let’s see how far this wave will carry me, shall we?

(Also a big huge Thank You to everyone who has commented and liked and reblogged and sent me messages about these snippets, it’s been an absolute delight and I partly credit your lovely encouragement with why I have gotten so invested in this.)

They got through the 'ceremony' much better than Celebrimbor had expected. Between Galadriel's lingering reluctance and their shared lack of in-depth knowledge on how elven marriages were to be officiated, it had taken them a while to work out all the details (Adar had helped out in that regard, to both Celebrimbor’s and Galadriel’s surprise) – and then one of the uruk had demanded the two husbands-to-be add some words that included Adar's children and the marriage's legitimacy among them into the vows.

Safe to say, trying to get Galadriel and the uruk - Glug, if Celebrimbor was not mistaken - to settle down after this had been a bit of a hassle.

But still, they got through it - without cussing, without bloodshed, without attempts on one of the grooms' lives (Celebrimbor was considering Galadriel with newfound respect as he acknowledged that particular feat), and so the smith would count the proceedings as a victory. He'd had very few of those in the last few weeks, and would take it for what it was.

However, when it came to the end of the wedding ceremony, another problem arose:

"No," Adar flatly stated. It caused Celebrimbor to blink in surprise, and Galadriel to glare at the uruk from where she stood next to the two future husbands. Adar's face had hardened into a grimace of disapproval. "There must be a way to circumvent this."

What he was talking about was, of course, the part during which he and Celebrimbor were meant to kiss to seal the marriage. It was a common practice, not just among elves but men and dwarves as well. That Adar either hadn't anticipated it, or would now make such a fuss about it after having championed a political marriage as their primary option of cooperation, was baffling, to say the least.

Celebrimbor knit his eyebrows in confusion, even as Galadriel spoke. "Orc- Uruk. You pushed for this to take place, you cannot possibly think to stop now when we have almost reached an accord and bound the two of you-"

"I will not kiss him," Adar replied. This time, there was steel in his voice. "He accepted a political marriage, not one of passion. He clearly does not want to kiss me. I will not force him into it."

Judging by Galadriel's resulting look, she was taken just as off-guard by Adar's words and the smith was.

Coupled with Adar's strained expression, Celebrimbor couldn't help but feel warm at the other's objections.

The uruk had told him he wouldn't touch Celebrimbor without permission, that he would not force him. This had clearly been important to him, even before he'd fetched Galadriel. That it went so far as to include a kiss to seal their arrangement was doing something to Celebrimbor's stomach, and made him feel unexpectedly safe. Confident, even.

He could see that Galadriel and Adar were ready to get into yet another spat, so the smith stepped forward and slowly – very slowly – raised his hands to Adar's face.

The uruk briefly startled, surprised at the elf's brazen gesture, and it took him some obvious effort to untense again. Still, when Celebrimbor brought his hands up to the his cheeks, the uruk did not withdraw.

The feel of Adar's rough, scarred skin under Celebrimbor's fingertips sent a shock through the smith. The other was warmer than he had expected.

Up this close, Adar had green-blue eyes. And they were so completely focused on the smith that it almost stole his the air from his lungs.

"Adar," he tried, and could have sworn that the other had sucked in a breath as he spoke the uruk's name. "You were right, this arrangement is our best chance to avoid a bloody, gruesome war that would claim the lives of countless people – those of my fellow elves, and your children," he spoke back the uruk's words at him, as if reminding him.

"I trust you not to betray this alliance, and I trust you not to hurt me. You haven't so far. I allow you to-," it wouldn't help his case if his words failed him now. "To kiss me. It is part of the ceremony. It will take but a moment. I am allowing you to do this. Maybe neither of us has a desire for it, but, it is no hardship if done for a lasting peace."

Adar looked torn, mouth pinched and eyebrows furrowed, as he stared at Celebrimbor.

The smith tried again. "If you are holding back only for my sake, you do not have to. Truly. Though if it is because you are having second thoughts-"

"That is not it," the uruk spoke, voice brash, and he needed a moment reign himself in again. Celebrimbor waited with bated breath – his fingers still rested on Adar's cheeks, and the uruk hadn't even made an attempt to grab them or shake them away from his body. "I said I would not force you."

"You are not forcing me," Celebrimbor disputed, and leant closer. He could see Adar's eyes widen as he almost touched their foreheads together. The way the uruk’s mouth unconsciously opened made Celebrimbor feel even warmer, and he pressed forward with his words. "I could imagine far worse choices for a marriage, or even a kiss. You needn't fear for my comfort."

Granted, not exactly the most elegant thing to say to a man who would soon be bound to his side and commandeer a huge, deadly army straight towards Ost-In-Edhil, but it was the best Celebrimbor could come up with – without obviously lying, or giving away how the the thought of kissing Adar did in fact at least stirr something within him. A little.

He'd never just been interested in elves as potential partners, but he'd never thought he'd find himself in the position of kissing an orc- er, uruk.

Nor that he'd be even remotely interested in wanting to.

It was, indeed, a very strange day.

Maybe some of his thoughts had shown on his face, or perhaps his shoddy attempt of making Adar feel at peace had done some good after all, but the uruk eventually dropped his strained expression and exchanged it for a slightly guarded, but more relieved one. He nodded. "If you are sure."

"Surest I will be, considering the circumstances," Celebrimbor said with a tiny laugh, before he sobered again. "Apologies. But yes, I am sure. You may kiss me. Let us do this."

Somehow, his words did the trick, because when the smith leant forward, Adar did the same.

At the edge of his awareness, Celebrimbor could hear Galadriel gasp and the uruk guards make noises of disgust as they – very loudly – turned away from the proceedings.

But all that seemed to fall away when compared to the feeling of touching his lips to Adar's. It was a chaste kiss, just a press of lips really, but it was...surprisingly nice. Adar's lips were softer than Celebrimbor had expected, slightly parted and as warm as his cheeks.

Their noses brushed as the two moved closer together, and after a moment, there was a gauntleted hand on Celebrimbor's shoulder as Adar tried to balance himself. And soon after that, a second hand – slow and cautious – grasped his elbow.

Physical contact, yes, but it was done in such a considerate and respectful way that Celebrimbor hadn't seen it coming. He felt his belly quiver once more, this time more strongly than when he'd first considered what touching Adar might be like. It was hard, not to lean fully into the kiss – into the uruk – and just sink into the touch like he would into a hot bath.

When Adar drew away from the kiss, Celebrimbor realized with a start that he'd closed his eyes some time during it. Judging by how Adar had to reorient himself, he'd likely had the same happen as well.

'Huh,' the smith thought, and followed Adar's example as they untangled their hands from each other. Adar even brushed down the smith's robe before he retracted his hand from Celebrimbor’s elbow, while the elf couldn't help letting his hand touch Adar's hair as he dropped his arms.

It, too, was unexpectedly soft.

Flustered, he turned to Galadriel, ready to have her announce the marriage as officiated.

And felt the need to avert his gaze at the near scandalized, wide-eyed way Galadriel was looking at him, mouth open and all.

'Why isn't Elrond here to witness this? I thought there was absolutely no way to turn Galadriel of the Golden House of Finarfin speechless. He surely won't believe me when I tell him,' Celebrimbor thought, just a touch hysterical.

"That should be it, right? The wedding has been performed," Adar stated. He was once again standing next to the large table in the center of the tent, ready to down another glass of wine. Celebrimbor couldn't help thinking that so much wine before a battle could not be a good idea, but who knew what kind of a tolerance the uruk had.

Truth be told, Celebrimbor could probably use a glass himself, all things considered.

When Adar offered him one unexpectedly a moment later, the smith took it with a surprised but pleased expression, and thanked the other for it. Adar dismissed it, though not unkindly.

Finally, Galadriel found her voice again. Not without a sputter at first, however.

"You are right. You are now bound together. It...it is done."

"Well then. Cheers," was Celebrimbor’s reply to that, stated drily, before he downed his glass. Not the kind of wedding he'd imagined for himself, but well. At least he didn't have to invite Thranduil. That had to count for something, right?

[summertimesadnessirl]

I'm not afraid of looking stupid.

I wish I was stupid.

Stupid people get everything they want. Because there are a million of them and they are just like everyone else and the only thing they know how to do is viciously attack anyone that's not them.

I'm afraid of doing the same thing over and over and no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to improve or do something better or make my life easier and more comfortable and fun and filled with fewer assholes, that will never be allowed.

I'm afraid of depending on others because even though other people all form big angry mobs and wreck everything that's not them and that's how society works, other people always ask more than I can give and shame me and fuck me over. The system is set up so that people who have a big group beat everything use and are constantly trying to fight you. But it's also set up so that I personally cannot seem to find a group I belong to without being just as miserable in a group as I am without a group for more than a very short while.

I am afraid that no matter what I do I will never be allowed to have a stable, peaceful normal life.

I don't care that I don't know everything but no matter what I do, no matter how much I read or research or experience or try or think or reason or work to build the life I want, it never works. I always end up right back at rock bottom, everything is ruined, I have no money and constant stress and stress triggers, everyone who I thought I could trust betrayed me or hurt me or ghosted me. I don't have anything to show for anything I did.

I'm afraid that there is no way out of that pattern.

That no matter what I do, I'll just have to keep almost getting the baseline level of having my shit together that everyone else in the world has at like 25, and I'm not saying I want to be perfect and I'm not saying I want some kind of untold treasure, I'm just saying I want what everyone I knew when I was 23 had at 25. I am willing to work for it but I want to be treated fairly like everyone else. I want to have a life.

Everyone else is allowed to do things that make them feel safe and happy and have their little quirks and have friends and have hobbies and eat food and have flaws and vices that are kind of harmless and every time I do those things it turns into some kind of reason for someone to punish me.

No matter what I do, someone comes along and drives me out.

I'm not afraid of looking stupid.

Because everyone has thought I was stupid my whole life even when I was right. Everyone knows I am stupid and crazy and fat and ugly and the only things that are good about me are my wardrobe and the fact that I do silly little picturesque poses and shit. The only people who are ever nice to me are men who plan on fucking me over later. Every other person intentionally gives me shitty advice, yells at me, tells me what they want and then punishes me for doing what they want, then punishes me for doing stuff that's not against any rules. I am greedy, ungrateful, stupid, disgusting and the only thing anyone wants from me is to constantly set them up to get praise and attention or to have sex with them. And they don't actually want the sex, they just want the ego boost from seeing me orgasm really hard. I do want to orgasm really hard because I genuinely enjoy it, but that also means I am not ever going to be allowed to have anything I want because the more you pretend to hate whatever you enjoy the most the more other people will give it to you, and I'm not willing to do that.

I am not afraid of looking stupid. I am afraid of being burned at the stake. I am afraid of being thrown into a mental institution and never allowed to leave. I am afraid of someone making me hurt someone else. I am afraid of being forced into hurting people because it's happened before. I'm afraid because I like hurting people because it's not fair that everyone else gets to be happy and safe and loved for free. I am afraid of being racist because my family taught me to say and parrot back stuff I didn't know was dogwhistles for a long time. I am afraid of hurting other people who don't deserve it like I was hurt.

There. There are all my fears.

Now fuck off and die.

your fear of looking stupid is holding you back

[superbellsubways]

im gonna be honest gang ive been feeling more and more hopeless as of late and seeing everything thats going on both online and in the real world im just like. wow the misery never fucking ends!!!! we live in an actual hell world and its exhausting!! fuck

[marenwithanm]

Little Links announcement

As we start getting into chapter 4, I just wanted to warn everyone that starting on page 4 (so next week's update not this week) there will be some violence and blood. Mostly canon-typical violence but canon doesn't usually have blood so there's that. I'll put slightly more specific stuff in the tags

[skhardwarevers1]

me when I write poetry to cope with my bitchass teacher

[milevenstancyendgame]

It would make the difference between surviving and living.

UBI needs to happen. via antiwork

[mortalityplays]

I know you have all probably seen the esims for gaza posts circulating. Some of you have probably looked at them and thought maybe you should help out, but have weighed up the daunting process of signing up for something you're unfamiliar with vs. the gut-wrenching scale of the things people are going through on the ground right now, and you've put it off or questioned whether it will make enough of a difference vs. some other future kind of activism you could put that $6+ towards. I'm not calling you out or scolding you, it is natural to feel conflicted and ambivalent about the multiple calls for aid that you are seeing on social media.

but consider this: what would you do if you suddenly had to leave your home? how would you cope? how would you begin to plan where to go next, or figure out what to do to take care of yourself? most likely you would reach reflexively for your phone.

telecoms access is not a petty luxury in 2024. a loaded esim means the ability to call family members and find out where they are and whether they're safe, and whether they need anything you can provide for them. it means access to maps and regular updates on the situation unfolding around you. it means you can look up whether it's safe to drink rain water, or how to tie a type of knot you've never had to think about before, or how to treat an injury without medical supplies. it means the ability to tell people outside the situation what you are seeing, what you are feeling, what you are thinking. it is an absolutely crucial resource. and it starts at $6 for 7 days.

many many people have observed that internet access is changing the way the world understands genocide. internet access is life or death, and it is shaping modern history in front of you. and it starts at $6 for 7 days.

please, please visit gazaesims.com and spend 5 minutes and $6 to change the way this plays out for everyone.

[the-hanged-mans-ghost]

vent-ish rambling in the notes ig bc I can't think and my brain is fuzzy but I have Thoughts

[psychoticwillgraham]

nah i got it SO bad for rich that he’s trying to set up a time tomorrow to hang out and give me my stuff and I’m over here texting him shit like ‘it was probably a lot to deal with tonight, you deserve to sleep and get some rest. we don’t even have to hang out very long, just long enough to crack the packs. you deserve a good night’s rest’ like. this is making me look so dumb. like this man can probably tell now how down bad i am for him bc of just two texts. and here i thought i was incapable of feeling love and affection for someone else to this level.

[buttercupshands]

Thinking about what happened in the summer

Kids are... Really different when it comes to spending three weeks without their parents

Some start crying near the end of first day

Some start crying after couple of days

And some don't show anything while feeling the same

And being... I think English has a good word for that, let's go with a teacher but mix it with caretaker a little bit

I think seeing a kid cry at the end of that first day finally short circuited my brain, teens are way harder to understand that pre-teens who are literally still kids

They come around after a week, settle down and find new friends and your job stays the same mostly to be the one controlling their behavior

And then you'd have a kid crying again, because they miss home and the only thing you can really do is comfort them that they're not stuck here forever and that time flows so fast they won't notice it

And maybe they didn't. Time really did flew and they were leaving

Parents visited kids sometimes, of course, and it was so scary at first but they were mostly friendly and nice

Maybe because of that group chat that let them see that their kids are fine and are having fun

In the end for kids it was painful at first, but fun in the end. I got hugged more times than I could count when they were all leaving

And then poof

Back to your own life you go, like nothing happened