#hell site hell site hell si

[cheswirls]

i need for there to be a way to turn OFF tumblr's autosaving of drafted posts so i can edit a draft on one end and view the original draft on another withOUT IT CHANGING god this shit is turning from annoying into a problem

[cat-of-starlight]

Pehhhh-

Why are some of the books Limbus uses SO hard to find???

Up to 9/13 (of the listed ones I found) but some are a Pain in The Ass to get ahold of

EDIT: Got the files (Thank uuu lovely person <3) but yea still dang those were an adventure to get!

[ramp-it-up]

Knock You Down

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down.

Word count: less than 2K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts. Part II is already in the queue and will be posted on Friday, 10/11.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, Bucky the player, wild thoughts, kisses on the hand and the cheek. No sex!

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"Won't see it coming when it happens. But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now."

Bucky always scoffed at Steve’s advice. He and Sam never understood his solitary bachelorhood and his one night stand lifestyle.

The truth was, he hadn’t met anyone who held his interest enough to warrant a second date, much less anything beyond one casual hookup. So, he never made promises that he couldn’t keep, and most women said they were down for that. 

Even if they were lying to themselves.

At 42, James Buchanan Barnes was too dedicated to his business, ostensibly as an art dealer, for a serious relationship. The truth was that he dealt in many things, and that was why his business needed so much attention. 

His life and everyone’s around him depended on it. 

Bucky Barnes wasn’t going to get caught slipping.

In love or in business.

—---

The first time you met James Buchanan Barnes, on what you thought would be a random Monday afternoon, he appraised you in a way that shook you to the core, those ocean blue eyes looking into your soul. You felt as if he were evaluating a piece of art as he gazed at you across his desk. 

You couldn’t know that he felt the exact same way. 

His eyes never strayed from your face as he shook your hand, but he’d noticed every bit of you as you entered his gallery, Rebirth. You were more stunning than any piece of art that he’d ever curated in the space.

While nothing like his normal type, you made Bucky feel as if he’d been so wrong about so much in his life the moment you entered his orbit. He had to get to know you to find what he’d been missing.

This afternoon you were a sight to behold and serving body. Although you were covered from neck to shin in an elegant sheath dress, the high, wrapped waist was giving all of your bounteous curves up to whoever glanced at you. And you had heads turning.

Steve, Sam, and even Natasha craned their necks to watch you as you entered Bucky’s office. And he could have sworn that Nat’s neck was at a 90 degree angle as she watched you leave her desk just outside his door.

You were fine as hell.

Bucky was entranced by dreams of handling your curves and making you smile at him forever.

As Bucky dreamed, you admired the man in front of you. Tall, dark, and handsome, Barnes wasn’t a young man, but the gray in his beard and the crinkles around his eyes made him that much more attractive. 

Even more attractive than in the paparazzi pics of him with various young models and actresses of the moment, waifs and ingénues with whom he was never photographed twice.

You just knew you were safe from any advances from him.

You thought.

“Enchanté, Ms. Y/LN. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Bucky lowered his head as he greeted you, a slight bow and extended his hand to his desk. You noticed the tattoo that started on his hand and seemed to go up his sleeve and went in the direction he pointed.

"You know, you are quite tenacious. I don’t take many meetings with potential buyers. But all of my people told me that I should.”

The silk of his voice, the unexpected tenor of it, and the way he took your hand made you shiver at the aura of experience that he gave off.

The word Daddy floated around in your mind for a moment until he invited you to sit.

You had to concentrate on the business at hand, that of negotiating for a piece of art for the Art and Culture Center in Brownsville, of which you were the director. The purchase was made possible by benefactors to commemorate a deceased Brownsville artist who became famous, then forgotten, during the Harlem Renaissance.

“You’ve made it past Ms. Romanoff, my gallerist, Mr. Wilson, my business manager, and Mr. Rogers, my gallery director, Ms. Y/LN. What makes you think that I’m going to give you a different answer? Letting that piece go for the price you’ve proposed is not a good business move.”

“You can’t afford to miss out on this opportunity, Mr. Barnes. Yes, you will be taking a loss on the artwork, but you will be on the ground floor of a major rediscovery. You will be known as one of the few who helped to resurrect the brilliance of the artist Howard Benson. You can be the Alice Walker to his Zora Neale Hurston.”

And that is when Bucky leaned back in his chair, astounded at your shrewd calculation.

“I love the way your mind works, Ms. Y/LN.”

You smiled and settled back into your chair, causing Bucky to shift in his chair. He wanted to be buried in you. He appraised and decided that he liked the pout that changed your lips almost as much as the smile that initially greeted him when he replied, “But that price is still unacceptable.”

You raised an adorable eyebrow at him and rose to the challenge that he lay at your feet ready to tangle with the inimitable James Barnes. The conversation stretched from early afternoon to dinner time, making you suspect that Barnes was drawing it out for some reason. You matched him, point for point, until it was dark. But he yielded no ground.

The conversation was intellectual foreplay: art history, sociology, american politics. And it was the most stimulated you’d been in a while. 

You could do this all night.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down. There were several text messages and emails lighting up your screen. You’d been in deep with Barnes for hours. It was after 6 pm. It seemed like only minutes. You noticed that it was only you and Bucky left in the gallery and rose to excuse yourself, albeit reluctantly.

“Oh! I’m sorry to keep you so long. I’m sure that you must have plans.”

You’d done your research and you knew that there was probably someone little more than half Barnes’ age waiting for him. When you searched social media, there was a sighting or spotted every month or so of Bucky and a young, beautiful woman.

You reached for your coat, but Bucky was behind you in seconds, taking it from you and helping you put it on. You shivered at his breath at your throat and his hands on your collarbone as he draped the lapels over your neck. His deep chuckle made your stomach flip. He saw right through you.

“No one is waiting for me but my cat, Alpine. How about you, Ms. YLN? Anyone waiting for you in Brownsville?”

“Not tonight. No.”

Why in the world were you doing the sultry whisper thing? This man didn’t want you. 

Did he?

You cleared your throat and you felt dizzy when you looked up and saw how close he was standing to you. Those eyes and the smile that graced his handsome face had you warm, but the way he licked his lips had you spiraling.

Bucky pushed down a mild sense of panic that someone might be expecting you some other night, but that was irrational. Competition never ever entered his mind when he talked to other women. 

What was happening here?

“Well I would consider myself extremely fortunate and would be honored if we could continue this conversation over dinner.”

—-

The way James Barnes turned your meeting into a dinner date had your head spinning, but the wonderful conversation and easy, light hearted banter eased your mind. As soon as the first course was served at your table at dinner at Bohemian, he agreed to your initial price.

From there, once the terms were settled, the conversation turned to more personal questions, each of you sharing the stories of your life in your town, his childhood in Romania, your childhood in Brooklyn, and lots of funny stories.

At one point early in the night, Bucky stopped you from calling him Mr. Barnes.

“Please. Call me James. Or you could call me Bucky. My Friends call me Bucky. For my middle name, Buchanan. Bucky is short for Buchanan.”

Bucky found himself rambling. He had not been this nervous in a while.

You looked at him quizzically. At that moment, he would give you anything you were about to ask of him.

“Do you have a lot of friends? I mean, do a lot of people call you Bucky?“

Godamn, the husk in your voice, those lips, those eyes. Everything about you was about to set him on fire.

“I have a few who are in my close circle. Natasha, Steve, Sam. They and a very few others call me Bucky. Most people I speak with call me Mr. Barnes...”

You nodded slowly, licking your lips, making Bucky feel it in his cock.

“Then I will call you James.”

He got your subtle meaning. You wanted to be different. 

And you were. So very different.

After almost five hours of the best conversation and laughter, he proposed another time for you two to meet before the week was up, on Friday. He had made it clear at dinner that now that business was concluded that he wanted to spend time with you.

Friday night would be a date, the second one at his insistence.

You debated that fact as his driver took you home, even up until he walked you to the door of your brownstone.

He leaned against your doorframe and checked you out as you retrieved your keys from your purse. When you turned and caught him looking, you gasped, causing him to straighten up and move toward you, eyes dilated.

“It will be our second date,” you conceded.

Bucky’s mouth curled into a smirk as he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his mouth. Your soul burned as he pressed his lips to your palm. It was like the hint of a drug in your veins and you wanted so much more.

“What made you change your mind?”

That voice. Did you have a voice kink? Good lord.

You flushed, both at the images that were racing through your mind, and at the arbitrary three date rule you’d made up a while ago. Why was that again?

You cleared your throat.

“Because of the way you are looking at me, James. And the fact that you just kissed me.”

“Is this a kiss?”

“Ummhmmmm.”

You hummed as Bucky raised his eyebrow and your hand again. This time, he brushed his lips against your wrist and inhaled the perfume lingering there. You were about to melt.

Bucky didn’t even know what he was doing. The next step in his mind was to open his mouth and consume you, but he opened his eyes and spied you looking at him in that way, and he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want this to be like all of his other conquests.

He straightened up, but didn’t let go of your hand, entangling your fingers together. 

“You are correct, Y/N. In my mind, this is a date. I am interested in you, for more than just your taste in art. I hope that this is the first date of many.”

You were bowled over at his straightforwardness. It was not what you were used to. This was a man, not a boy in mens clothing.

“I appreciate your honesty, James.”

You went on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering on the black and grey stubble so close to his lips. You turned around, giving him a view of your backside as you opened your door.

“And your ambition.”

You gave him that smile again with a wink, and your “Goodnight, James,” floated up to him on cloud nine.

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Let me know if you liked it!

Part II here.

[transrevolutions]

french revolution dashboard simulator

🐀 ami-du-peuple Follow

uh actually man has the right to deal with his oppressors by devouring their beating hearts. hope this helps.

🎩 departicle Follow

Hold up. Okay. Actually, fuck this. This sort of violent rhetoric should not be tolerated on here. Do you seriously think this sort of thing is going to make the nobility give you more rights???? You must be out of your minds! Reported.

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

reblog to devour this guy's beating heart

#username checks out lmao #politics #everybody point and laugh #common adp w

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organt-deactivated06151792

update: new canto out now!!! go check it out 😈😏🥀 (remember don't like don't read <3)

📜 sacredhostreceipts Follow

@centuriesandskies this you?? not such a great look for a convention rep ngl

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

listen. I wrote this a long time ago, before I went into serious politics. the account is deactivated for a reason.

I was twenty. I did poorly. I can do better.

#sj.txt #if this is the worst dirt you can dig up on me #i'm way less corrupt than half the people in the convention these days #at least i'm not doing fucking. embezzlement. #also sacredhostreceipts if you're who i think you are #don't you have better things to do rn?

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🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

why the fuck is everyone tagging this with french??? political figures?

#what the hell is going on over there #also maybe cool it with the death threats #I don't want this blog to get taken down #what's a girondin #is this some joke I'm not french enough to understand #showdown update

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⛪ progressivepriest Follow

Unpopular opinion but why is everyone so up in arms about the new Civil Oath? Literally all it's asking is for you to promise not to commit treason just because the Pope tells you to? I can see where people are coming from with the whole violation-of-religion deal, but can you blame the Assembly for trying to make sure the people aren't forcibly subjugated by the wealth of the nobility?

faith-first-alwaysdeactivated03011791

Sounds like something a heretic would say. To betray the Pope and king is to betray the will of God and your eternal soul! You should pray for forgiveness and pledge loyalty to the monarchy or have fun burning in hell. Sorry not sorry.

⛪ progressivepriest Follow

L + ratio + iirc the Bible says "it is easier for a rope to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven" (Matthew 19:24)

🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

occasional based catholic moment, go off OP!

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

looked the faith-first-always guy's blog, he's like a massive anti-huguenot too 🙄 why is it always the prot-exclusive radical catholics smh

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

LMAOOOOO HE DEACTIVATED

#religion tag #percs fuck off #anyways op makes a valid point #reblog #percs dni

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🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

she committee on my safety til I can't go public

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

I don't understand the joke, can someone explain please?? 🙂 Thank you!

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

is that fucking MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE?!!?!?!?

🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

oh my god citizen robespierre I'm so sorry this was not meant to break containment lol I didn't even know you were on this site please forget you saw this

#this is the most embarassing moment of my life #literally sobbing rn #the original post is /j i prommy #i cannot be known as the citizen who had to explain this to the government

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🪓 indulgentsfuckoff Follow

fabre d'eglantine is NOT your poor little meow meow citizens he literally falsified decrees from the national convention and embezzled money to line his own pockets. I don't care how uwu babygirl you think he is he is a CRIMINAL who should be ARRESTED

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🥖🍞🥐

#baguette #loaf #croissant #i-give-people-bread #indulgentsfuckoff #silly

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🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

fucking fed up with the constant threat of the swiss guard, I think it's time we got some gunpowder and weapons and took things into our own hands yknow what I'm saying

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I'm no longer joking about this btw

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update:

hopital

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

ok bc I've gotten like 50 asks about this: I am not injured and I am not in need of medical care. the punchline was that we stormed the fucking hotel des invalides to get guns and powder. didn't want to clarify the joke before now for security reasons but everyone knows about that and the bastille thing by now. please direct your money to people who actually need it.

#shouldve clarified the last post was /j #however I assumed yall knew this joke already #anyways #revolution #personal #500 #1k

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got so high at the festivial 2day i thnk i saw hte suapreme being

#robespiere speech was prboably 🔥 #unforntuately i camt rember any of it #grainposting #oipum ehre is somtehing else thes days #memes

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incredible speech from @springtimeofgovernment today at the jacobin club. nobody should be permitted to use their positions as civic leaders to commit crimes against the people, even under the guise of revolutionary fervor. if it comes to it, I too will drink the hemlock with him. for france. 🤝🤝

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Thanks for your support, @jldavid-real

The situation over here is deteriorating really quickly, the representatives are getting violent and abandoning due process entirely. Anything you can do to stand with us now would be very appreciated. You do a lot of great work for the revolution, and I trust you completely.

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

@jldavid-real are you still there? We could really use your help right now.

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

boosting @springtimeofgovernment here, can confirm he's been injured in a skirmish at the hotel de ville, they're passing summary death sentences without trial, @jldavid-real where is the help you promised us??? the people of paris are our only hope now.

edit: of course he moved blogs. coward.

#sj.txt #disappointed yet unsurprised #marat would be ashamed of you #9 thermidor #update

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🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

DNI if you support any of these groups/people or their actions: m0narchists, f3uillants, br1ssotins/g1rondins, th3rmidorians, b0napart1sts, h3nri du v3rgier (also goes by c0mte de r0chjacquelin), charl0tte c0rday, or lafay3tte

(h3bertists and dant0nists you're on thin ice. behave.)

#censored so they dont show up in the tags #dni #get your nasty ass ideologies off my page #won't hesitate to block and/or report any violators #pinned

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reblog to make the directoire choke to death on their stupid fucking outfits

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

hey staff. yeah you. where did this blog go?? notfishgoujon and prairial-95 are gone as well?? cowards too afraid to show your faces lmao especially after the fucking mess the directoire's made of the country. bet you anything that staff are on their fucking payroll too iykwim at least the republic didn't tolerate fucking bribery

#this site's gone to the dogs since thermidor yr 2 #following the trend of the rest of the country tbh #i'll probably get nuked for posting this #if so i'm not making a new account #i'll just make a paleocities or smth #politics tag #reblog #don't play with me ik full well gb didn't delete his blog of his own free will #they also zero note glitched it #just when you think they can't stoop lower

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it's been 50 fucking years since gracchus-babeuf (and the other CoE blogs) were deleted without warning and still no response from staff, the govt, or anything. the site's gone through a fuckton of ownership changes and still nothing.

we're working on a bit of a project (some of you might know abt it already), it's gonna be out prob in the next year or so. remember '89. remember '93 and '94. remember '97.

the people will rise again. it's only a matter of time. 🚩

-mod karl

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 7 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7])

chat what would be *your* reaction if you woke up and found agatha straddling you? (love that she has sensible pants under the skirt)

this is what sex after 50 looks like ladies, take notes

regular timeline: lilia has already joined the trial and was just doing a reading for billy.

lilia's pov: this is the first time she sees billy after he kinda sorta tried to kill her

this delivery from sasheer destroys me

lilia goes from anger to shock to recognition while billy reads her mind and responds to her thoughts

billy sounds so young here. of course he would have saved alice, if he could. of course he's reading her thoughts: he can't help it. he cannot help any of this. it's up to his coven to help and guide him, it was never the other way round.

now that the sigil is gone, lilia recognizes the lost boy from three years ago. not a scary monster, not the son of the scarlet witch. just a boy in a lot of trouble.

and look what jen does here. now that she knows what lilia's going through, she can step in and help her along

meanwhile agatha is making a scene, per usual. and lol she puts the hat back on, she really likes that outfit

love how jen is now 100% lilia's champion. same, girl, same

and jen being jen, she doesn't coddle or anything, she's very practical. she's like, hey girl, focus! you were in the middle of something important. I got your back and I'm going to fill the gaps for you. we can do this together.

yes I know babe the glinda halloween costume is cultural appropriation. could be worse. jen's dressed as snow white's fugly witch forchrissake.

does she have an eye on her crown? that's so neat

THIS shot. billy supporting lilia with his physical strength. jen supporting lilia with her no nonsense attitude. hell, even agatha just jumped in to save her from the falling sword.

agatha realising all that lilia did to protect billy. but also detective agnes getting another precious clue re: billy getting a new body.

lilia cast the sigil to protect billy from any external threats, and to give him the time to adjust to the shock of a new body and new life. again, lilia knew this was the son of the scarlet witch, someone that on paper terrified her. but when she actually met billy, she didn't see danger. she saw a young member of her own community in an impossible situation, and she stepped in. you know if she had met agatha as a teenager in salem she would have done the same thing.

pay attention now. lilia needs to find out what was her past/future self's mistake while reading for billy.

something interesting happens: while looking for answers, she jumps in rapid succession to episode 5 and episode 2. stop, stop, stop, stop, she repeats, like she is trying, for the first time, to direct her jumping. before, she was just a passenger. she's starting to become the Traveler

and where does she land? back to her maestra, where she can find answers to her current problem. she brought herself there, and only half accidentally.

and there's the crucial question.

che peccato, what a shame. a witch requires a coven.

the latin sentence on the table, in nave expeditus sis tam celer quam ventus, translates to something like "on a ship, may you be unimpeded and as fast as the wind". but there's another sentence in front of lilia, we can only read the first word behind her hand: mors. Death.

it's sure not going well now. despite the little step forward with jen, lilia still feels the odd person out, the one that's just too different to fit in. I know many of us, especially on this site, especially with our various but similar issues, have felt like that.

lilia's words are angry, resentful. but she's not angry, she's afraid. she's lashing out because looking in is too much. but like lilia herself said to alice: sad is better than angry.

when an actor gets that single tear forming in their eye... that's the good shit.

YOUR TASK IS NOT TO CONTROL, BUT TO SEE. you were born with a burden? turn it into power. if people don't accept you, show them what they were missing. do it in your own, unique way.

go to episode 7 part 4

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're the Only Girl for Me- Chapter 30

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Airielle felt Josh’s eyes on her as she packed up the stuff she had brought to his apartment the night before. She knew he had more questions about her mom, but she was too emotionally drained to answer them right now. She couldn’t believe the nerve of the woman, showing up again and trying to talk to Airielle after everything she said to her.  

“Rih? You hear me?” 

Airielle blinked and looked at Josh who was now standing in front of her instead of leaning against the doorway like he was. “Sorry.” She muttered as she picked up her pocketbook and placed in on her shoulder. “I didn’t hear what you said.” 

“It’s cool.” He whispered, grabbing her overnight bag. “I said, do you still wanna meet at the airport or I can Uber to you and then we can Uber to the airport.” 

Airielle shrugged. “It doesn’t matter”  She muttered walking out of his room and towards the front door with him following her out the door and down the hall towards the elevator. As they waited for the elevator she turned her head towards him and held out her hand. “You don’t have to walk me to my car. I’ll be fine.” 

Josh took her hand and pulled her gently towards him, his expression serious but tender. “Stop trying to push me away. We both agreed that things were gonna be different this time right?”  Airielle’s gaze dropped to their joined hands, and she nodded her head. Josh let go of the bag he was holding to grip her chin and lift her head so she was looking back up at him. “We ain’t gotta talk. Just let me be there for you.”  

“Sorry.” She whispered just as the elevator doors opened. Josh dropped his hand from her chin to pick up the bag as they walked into the elevator together. 

“Got nothing to be sorry for.” He said as he pulled her closer to him and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

Airielle let out a groan as she pulled into her parent's driveway. “What is it family reunion day or something?” She muttered as she took note of both of her older brothers' cars in the driveway along with her father’s and Tamia’s. Rolling her eyes, she shut her car off and slammed the door as she got out. 

She wasn’t in the mood to be around people right now. She just wanted to go hide in her room until it was time to head to the airport with Josh. 

“Sis?” Airielle jumped as her older brother, Josiah suddenly appeared in front of her, waving his hand in front of her face. “You good?” He asked pulling a lighter from out of his pocket and lighting the joint that was in his other hand, making Airielle scrunch up her nose. “I was damn near yelling your name.” 

“I didn’t hear you.” She muttered, trying to walk past him but he stepped in front of her. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Airielle sighed and rolled her eyes. She wanted to avoid this. She did not want to mention that Abaigal was in Pensacola, which now that she thinks about it. It was weird as hell. How did she even know they moved to Pensacola? 

“Did you tell Abigail we moved down here?” 

Josiah scrunched his nose up at his little sister. “The lady that birthed us?” he asked to which Airielle nodded. “Hell nah. Ion talk to that woman. Why, what happened?” 

“Nothing” Airielle answered as she bit on her bottom lip. She knew damn well her father wouldn’t have told her they moved from Philadelphia to Pensacola. Her eyes flicked to her other brother Isaiah, Jeep that was parked in the driveway and her heart sank to her stomach. She just had a gut feeling he was the one who still talked to Abigail. 

“Why you asking about Abigail?” he asked, taking a puff from the joint. 

“Why are you so damn nosey.” Airelle rolled her eyes and checked him out of her way. Flipping him off as she heard him laughing behind her. 

“Solèy!”Her dad’s voice boomed through the living room as Airielle stepped inside.“Wasn’t expecting you back yet.” She narrowed her eyes at him a little bit. He was too damn excited to see her. She looked at the other people who were also in the room. Isaiah and his wife, Nikole both looked guilty as hell and then her eyes flickered over to Tamia who was sitting next to her dad with her arms folded over her chest and she wore a pinched expression on her face. Her dad though, was wearing a neutral expression, something he had practiced and perfected over the years. 

“I had to come pack for work.”, she replied, trying to keep her tone steady  “What’s going on?” She asked as she started to shift on her feet. She doesn’t even know why she asked that question. She should’ve just gone up to her room like she had planned. 

Isaiah cleared his throat and sat up straighter. “Ain’t no point in trying to hide it from her.” He started, looking towards Issac. “She’s gonna find out.” 

“I’m not the one who wants to hide it from her.” Her dad said, his stoic expression breaking. Airielle noticed his nostrils flare and a quick frown crossed his face before it disappeared.

Airielle’s heart dropped into her stomach “Find out what?” she asked, feigning ignorance, though her heart raced dangerously in her chest.

“C’mon Air. She already told me she ran into you at Waffle House.”  

Airielle scoffed and folded her arms across her chest, “Why are you even talking to her/” 

“It ain't that big of a deal. She just wanted to meet her grandchildren.” 

Tamia abruptly stood from her seat on the couch and stomped out of the living room. Everyone winced as they heard the door to her office slam shut.

Airielle felt betrayed but she couldn’t tell them why she felt this way because nobody but Josh knew that Airielle had tried to get in contact with Abaigal when she was a teen. 

“She left us Zay, Why in the hell would you let them meet her.” 

“That’s still my mom Airielle! I still had some memories with her before you came along.” Isaiah snapped before his eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Air-” 

“So you're blaming me for her abandoning us? Wow,” She said as she let out a humorless chuckle. “Did you know I wrote her a letter at the start of my freshman year? She had just sent you and Siah letters and I just wanted to know why she never sent me one. You know what she said to me? She said she wished I died at birth. She blamed me for the fact that she couldn’t see you two grow up. She blamed me for her abandoning this family!” Airielle's voice trembled as she finished her rant. She could feel the tears prickling her eyes, she was tired of crying over this woman. 

Isaiah’s eyes widened as he looked over at his dad, before shifting his attention to Airielle. “I didn’t know–” 

Airielle scoffed as she wiped away a couple of tears that fell. 

Nikole shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing between the siblings. “Maybe there’s a chance to talk this out? She could have changed.”

“Changed?” Airielle scoffed again.“You don’t just get to change your mind after abandoning your kids! It doesn’t work like that.”

“She deserves a second chance Rih.” 

Airielle looked at her older brother like he lost his damn mind. She was certain that he had. “ I don’t owe that woman shit. Why are you defending her?”  

I’m not defending her,” Isaiah said, his tone firm. “I’m just saying we need to be open to the possibility. She’s still our mom.”

“Yeah, no. Tamia is my mom.” Josiah stated as he walked into the living room and sat in the spot on the couch where Tamia was before she left the room. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on in your head bro. But that woman has never been a mom to us. Just because she sent us birthday cards and lil’ cheap ass presents we supposed to forget that she abandoned us? You trippin’” 

Airielle felt a rush of relief at Josiah’s words. “Exactly! Tamia will forever and always be my mom. Blood or not. She was there! Abaigal was not. She was off making her own family!”  

Isaac looked between his three children. He didn’t know what had gotten into his oldest but he was happy that Airielle and Josiah acknowledged how Tamia had impacted their lives. “Enough!” His voice boomed, silencing the argument his children were having. He looked at Isaiah, sensing the conflict within him. “Zay, I know you want to give her a chance, and that’s okay. But you also have to remember the impact her choices had on you and your brother and sister. I don’t think you fully understand what happened after Airielle was born. It was rough. Why do you think we moved down here? I couldn’t stay in Philly with all those reminders of Abaigal. It was a tough decision to leave, but it was necessary for all of us. I wanted to create a fresh start, away from the pain that lingered in every corner of that city. We all carry those scars, Zay, and they run deep.”

Isaiah shifted in his seat, the reality of his father’s words hitting hard. “I just thought… I don’t know she reached out to me and she said she had wanted to see us again, everyone, including Airielle. She said she felt guilty, and that she wanted to make amends. I thought… maybe we could at least hear her out.”

Airielle felt her heart race, anger flaring within her. “Hear her out? You know what – I’m done with this conversation. Tell her to stay far away from me!” Airielle stomped up the stairs and slammed the door behind her, making her father and brothers wince. 

Josiah, Nikole and Isaiah looked at Issac as he stood up and followed Airielle up the stairs. “Before you leave, you will apologize to Tamia. You know damn well them kids only know Tamia as grandma and you wanna confuse them for what?” 

Isaiah gulped and looked down at his lap. He knew his dad was right.

September 3rd 2021

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Airielle was having a shitty day. Hell, she was having a shitty week. Ever since Abigail showed her ugly face, her daughter Janelle had been sending Airielle dm’s on Instagram basically trying to make Airielle and her dad the bad guys in this whole situation.  And then to top off her shitty week, she had called the Pensacola police department to check on her restraining order on Christopher just to find out that the order had never been processed. 

Josh noticed how irritable she was, and despite his efforts—like the massage he’d booked for her—nothing seemed to work. But he knew one thing that could always cheer her up.

If this was Josh’s way of trying to cheer her up, she could get used to it. Airielle let out a soft moan as he sunk another finger into her heat.  She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth found her neck. “Fuck” she moaned out, eyes rolling into the back of her head as he started to circle her clit with his thumb. 

"You like that, baby?" Josh murmured into her ear before he nipped gently at her earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Airielle whimpered in response her eyes opening and locking with his as she started to rock her hips against his hand. 

"Baby, please," she panted, not even sure what she was begging for. He seemed to understand, increasing the pressure on her clit as he curled his fingers inside her. She was so close, she could feel herself about to come undone when the door to the locker room opened causing Josh and Airielle to jump. 

“Twin?! At work? C’mon now!” 

Airielle and Josh both let out groans of disapproval at the arrival of Jon and Trinity. Airielle quickly pulled down her skirt. Josh grumbled to himself as he pulled his hand from under her skirt. 

"Get a room,” Jon said, laughing when Josh flipped him off. 

“We had one until ya’ big-headed ass came in here.” 

Airielle shared a look with Trinity and they both rolled their eyes as the two brothers started bickering back and forth with each other. Airielle stood from her seat, her legs wobbling as she still felt the effects of Josh's touch. She rolled her eyes again as she caught the smirk that Josh threw her way. 

“I’m gonna go.” She said as she bent down, and placed a kiss on Josh’s lips. “Love you.” She whispered before quickly saying goodbye to Jon and Trin and leaving the locker room. 

As if Airielle’s week couldn’t have gotten worse. She had just found out she wasn’t needed at tonight's show. There was no need for her and she was pissed. She pulled out her phone a sent a group message to Trinity, Bianca, and Mercedes. She desperately needed a girl's night out. All three girls agreed and that lifted Airielle’s spirits just a tiny bit. 

Bored out of her mind she hosted another Q&A on Twitter and that past the time. Before she knew it she was back at the hotel with Josh. 

“I’m going out with Trinity, Bianca, and Mercedes tonight,” she said as they walked into their hotel room.  “Is.. is that okay?” 

Josh furrowed his eyebrows at her, confused as to why she was asking, but then he remembered that Christopher used to control every aspect of her life. “Rih it’s fine. Go have fun” Josh chuckled as he threw himself on the bed. Grateful that he had took a shower at the arena. “How long you gone be out?” 

Airielle shrugged. “Not that long. I promise.”  Josh nodded, still sprawled on the bed. “I’m going over to Jon and Trin’s to get ready.” 

“Aight. I’m coming too. I think Woods is over there and I need my rematch in Tekken.” 

“Oo girl. You look good as fuck!” 

Airielle smiled as she turned towards her best friend. “Jon gon lose his shit when he see you” Airielle smirked as she turned back towards the mirror to finish her make-up. Trinity and Jon were lucky enough to get a suite-style room, so Jon, Josh, and Xavier Woods were out in the living room area playing video games, while Trin and Airielle got dressed in the bedroom. 

“And what you think Josh gon say when he see you?” They both stared at each other before bursting out into laughter. Trin grabbed Airielle’s hand as they both walked out of the room. The boys were too engrossed in their video game to notice them. 

“We’re leaving,” Airielle said and Jon paused the game before looking over at her, his eyes damn near bugging out of his head. 

“Oh hell no. Where the rest of it?” 

“Told you” Airielle smirked at Trinity before looking over at Josh who had yet to say anything. Josh bit his bottom lip as he let his eyes rake over Airielle. 

“We can go back to our room and finish what we started at the arena.” 

Airielle raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile spreading across her face as she placed one hand on his chest. “You would like that wouldn’t you.”  She playfully rolled her eyes, moving away from him as she bent over a little to pull the zipper of her boots all the way up. Josh’s eyes bugged out of his head as damn near her whole ass was on display. 

“Oh hell nah.” He exclaimed, quickly reaching up and pulling her skirt down while glaring at Woods, who had got caught staring. “Naw, you gotta change or somethin’” 

Airielle scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Josh?” she asked, smacking his hands away from her skirt.“I thought you liked what you saw.”  Josh opened his mouth to possibly argue with her, but she had already picked up her bag and started walking towards the door with Trinity. “Be back later! Love you!” She called out before the door clicked shut behind her.

“Aye!” He called out chasing after her. “Turn yo damn location on!” He rolled his eyes as Airielle and Trinity started running down the hallway. “Childish ass.” 

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This girls' night is exactly what Airielle needed. No distractions, no Abigail no Christopher. Just her best friends and alcohol. 

Airielle’s feet were starting to kill her in her boots, so she tiptoed off the dance floor and towards the bar. She sighed as she leaned against the bar, waiting for the bartender to make his way over to her. While she waited she pulled her phone out of her bag, just to text Josh and let him know she was okay. 

To 🤞🏽❣️:  stop checking my location im fine  From 🤞🏽❣️: how u kno?  To: 🤞🏽❣️: cause i know you duh lol. Get some sleep. Love you ❤️ From 🤞🏽❣️: luv u2 lovebug. U need me CALL me. Im not playing wit u 😘

Her attention was taken from her phone when a glass was set down in front of her. She frowned and looked at the pink-colored drink before looking up at the bartender. 

“Oh, I didn’t order anything.” She said, pushing the glass back towards him. 

He shook his head and pointed towards the opposite direction of the bar. “It’s from him.” 

She looked over in the direction he was pointing and rolled her eyes. She pushed the glass away from her. 

“You can tell him I said no thank you.” The bartender shrugged and took the drink back. 

“That was rude of you,” Raymond said as he walked over and sat in the chair next to her. Airielle groaned and turned her body away from him. She looked out on the dancefloor, looking for a sight of Trin, Bianca, or Mercedes. 

“Come on, Airielle. It’s just a drink,” Raymond said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin.

She shot him a sidelong glance, irritation bubbling beneath her skin. “And it’s just you. I’m really not in the mood.”

He chuckled, unfazed. “You can’t avoid me forever. Besides, it’s just a drink. No harm in having a little fun.”

She rolled her eyes again, scanning the crowd for her friends. “Fun doesn’t include you, Raymond.”

“Wow, harsh,” he replied, feigning offense. “What’s got you all worked up? Trouble in paradise?” He pressed?  Airielle scoffed. “So I’m right?” 

“Raymond can you please just go. I’m not in the mood.”  Airielle was grateful when he finally shut the hell up, but he was still sitting next to her.  “You gonna stay right there?” 

“You know, you’re a better person than me.” He said, ignroning her statement. 

“What in the hell are you talking about?” 

“I mean I wouldn’t have been able to get back in a relationship after that. Going to his apartment and finding her there -” 

“You bringing up old shit for what? Can you please leave me alone.”  

Raymond shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “That wasn’t the last time they had sex.” 

Airielle whipped her head towards him. “What?” 

“Hey” Raymond said, holding his hands up defensively “Don’t shoot the messenger.” 

Airielle could only stare at him incrediously. “Seriously? You’re just gon say that shit and expect me to be okay with it?” Airielle’s heart raced, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling inside her.

Raymond shrugged, that smug grin still plastered on his face. “I thought you should know. Just looking out for you.”

“By spreading rumors? That’s not looking out for anyone,” she snapped, her voice rising above the music. 

“Chill. I’m not enemy. Just someone looking out for you.” 

Airielle closed her eyes and tried to count to 10 so she wouldn’t t-off on this niggas head. “Raymond. Imma ask you again to leave me alone.” 

Raymond, suddenly serious, leanded closer to Airielle. “I ain’t got no reason to lie to you. I seen them with my own two eyes.’ He then stood up and shrugged. “But if you don’t believe me..” He trailed off and looked up towards where the VIP sections were. And Airielle felt her hands to shake as Yara smirked and blew her a kiss. 

“Here look.” Airielle’s attention was brought back to Raymond who had his phone out, a video was up and he hit play as soon as Airielle looked at it.  Airielle's stomach churned as she watched the video unfold on Raymond's phone. There, in crystal clear quality, was Josh entering a hotel room with Yara, his hand on the small of her back. The video was from acouple of weeks ago. The time stamp read August 20th 2021. 

He said it was only one time. He said that him sleeping with Yara was a mistake. He definitely didn’t make the same mistake twice. He lied… He fucking lied…. 

“You know what you have to do right?” Abigail nodded, even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn’t see her. “That bitch has to pay.” 

“Watch your mouth. That’s still my daughter.” The person on the other end of the phone scoffed. 

“Whatever. Get close to your son. His granddaughter’s birthday is coming up. Get a invite to that and we can start phase two.” He hung up before she could say anything else. 

Christopher Baptiste leaned back into this chair. He let out a loud sigh as he pulled up Airielle’s latest Instagram post on his phone. “It didn’t have to be like this zanj (angel). Soon you’ll be back where you belong.” 

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Hi this may divert from my usual content, but as someone with a platform like this I need to speak up about this.

The Philippines-China maritime dispute has been going on for years now, but lately the tensions had been getting more and more worse to the point it’s super concerning now.

Here’s a bit of a history lesson: China claims that the West Philippine Sea is theirs because of the nine-dash line, but the Permanent Court of Arbitration in the Hague ruled in 2016 that that had no basis under international law. Other than that, the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS) said that China’s historic rights on the territory no longer exists. So basically, the West Philippine Sea belongs to the Philippines.

However, China rejects that decision. They have harassed, intimidated, and even used armed conflict on our vessels. China Coast Guard (CCG) vessels had even used a water cannon against our ships TWICE, in which one incident resulted to getting seven Navy personnel wounded.

Worse, there are also allegations of a spy being planted here. Alice Guo, one of the mayors in Tarlac (a city in the Philippines) had mysteriously risen to power despite having no prior experience or connections whatsoever. Literally no one even knew her in her town. She just claims to live in a simple farm. However, she owns a luxury sports car and a helicopter. And somehow, everything regarding her past is inconsistent; she doesn’t know what her mother’s name was, who she grew up with, no school documents, hell she didn’t even have a birth certificate up until she was 17 years old. This was all brought up because she was involved in the criminal activities (like human trafficking, scams, etc.) of the Philippine Offshore Gaming Operator (POGO) which also has the Chinese involved.

The US has also been taking advantage of the situation by deploying 9 EDCA sites (military bases) for a supposed military pact, but former US Marine Intelligence Officer Scott Ritter has admitted to using the Philippines as a tool to gain leverage over the Chinese.

What has our government done regarding this dispute? They’re too busy infighting to focus on the bigger picture and on how to settle on an agreement with China.

I just want to take the time to speak up and make people more aware about the ongoing dispute. I know that this has been going on for several years now, but my memory and knowledge about the topic may be a bit wonky so I apologize in advance if I had said anything wrong. You can add more information regarding this or correct the information that I've given if I phrased things wrong.

Regardless, I do know one thing: the West Philippine Sea is ours.

Sources:

https://www.reuters.com/world/asia-pacific/south-china-sea-why-are-china-philippines-tensions-heating-up-2024-04-11/

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Pairing: Jonathan Crane x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: you're a forensic doctor who works for GCPD, and there seemed to me remains of the fear gas in the crime scene. after such a day, your boyfriend is waiting for you at home to comfort you. Tags: comfort / there's no major description of the dead body / no major description of fear or panic attack

Requested by @sw33tsuccubus ["i know you’re busy a lot dear but hear me out. jonathan crane (i’m on a bit of a kick lately) fic. maybe he’s in a relationship with a forensic scientist who ends up going to one of scarecrow’s crime sites. (...)"]

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          “The results of the last toxicology test seem a bit tricky. Maybe you could double-check?” Nygma raised his eyebrows lightly at you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forearm as he walked over to the sink and washed his hands.

You looked down at the papers before you, playing with the pens in your lab coat’s pocket. They wouldn’t be done or needed anytime soon, whether you wanted it or not, so you could busy yourself with something else in the meantime. Just as you were about to get up, the lab door opened, and one of the officers stood there.

“We need you two on the crime scene,” the officer said, looking down at the clipboard they had in hand, flipping one of the papers. “The van is leaving in a few minutes.”

You clicked your tongue. More work, more deaths. “Who?”

“Another one of those cases, fear stuff,” they said, turning the pages a few more times before placing the clipboard on the counter, and you shared a look with Nygma. “We have some people there already. Fresh scene. You’ll catch the body warm if you’re fast enough.” They looked at the two of you.

“On it.” You promptly stood up, receiving an assertive nod from the officer before they left, cursing the police under your breath. They weren’t only harsh when dealing with criminals and society but also with the other areas within the GCPD, like forensics, for example. As much as you, Nygma, and the others hated it, you weren’t quite a fan of being hungry and in debt, and there weren’t that many job opportunities anywhere else. Legally, at least. Your name wasn’t big enough to take any chance in the underworld.

Separating the needed materials and getting ready to visit another crime scene was automatic, practically a sign for your brain to shut tight the door between feelings and professionalism. By now, it didn’t take much anymore, even more so after the peak in criminality that Gotham had been going through for a while already, transforming the usual living hell into something worse.

A sigh escaped your lips as you walked into the van with the rest of the staff, giving your materials a last check.

The familiar rushed, nervous talk already permeated the air along with the strong smell of blood when you stepped out of the van, observing the crowd of officers and some other people standing there, with blood pooling on the ground not so far off. Occasionally, the sound of cameras going off would sharply echo, but everyone was too immersed in the situation to care.

Usually, a murder under a bridge down in the worst parts of Gotham wouldn’t raise that much of a commotion, though that wasn’t the case when it involved a politician—with a surname that matched one of the local mafia leaders—and characteristics of the last series of deaths, explaining Gordon’s presence there, too.

Formalities were dismissed as you walked under the yellow and black tape, approaching the corpse; Nygma stood back to exchange words with the others and grab the papers so that you could know the background a little better, to get an idea of what to look for.

It wasn’t the worst scene you’d ever seen, but still far from the best. Your case was left somewhere away from the drops of blood as you crouched next to the body. Rigor mortis hadn’t started to settle in yet, meaning it hadn’t been two full hours ever since that man’s heart stopped beating. Similarities to other cases were evident, looking like the person had died in panic, with sighs of despair like tugging on their own hair or scratching themselves, trying to run away or escape, even if they weren’t in a closed place. Sometimes it had a few differences, but the basics remained the same.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked for any sign of puncture, despite never finding them in any of the bodies, so you still had to make a background check to know if something else could’ve intoxicated them. You inhaled deeply while leaning a little closer to the corpse, trying to catch any sketchy smell, but there seemed to be nothing, as usual, even though this was the freshest body you’d gotten access to so far.

Even with the lack of any strange smell, something suffocated you, making it harder to breathe. Was there something really toxic? No, there hadn’t been anything like that in the last cases. Everyone else in there was fine. A shiver ran down your spine at the same time your breath hitched, and you couldn’t understand what stirred in your chest, your heart palpitating with the sudden discomfort.

The surrounding sounds turned muffled and distorted, your throat went dry, and your hands started to sweat. Was it getting darker already? The sun was just starting to set when you left the GCPD.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and your blood drained when you looked up to see a blurry, dark figure standing there, looming over you. You screamed without even realizing it, unable to say anything, every word turning into a scream as you fell back and tried to crawl away from the black figures that kept surrounding you, your heart hammering in your chest. You were alone, in the dark, without any family, without your boyfriend, without anyone.

𓆩𓆪

          Your mind was still distant, messy, even after you woke up in the infirmary. Reality would come and go, something like when you’d been awake for way too long, making it hard to process beyond two of the uncountable questions that the doctors made you.

“You seemed… afraid,” Nygma said, furrowing his eyebrows as he helped you stand, holding your bag in one of his hands, and followed you out of the department. Everyone had said that to you before, and you do remember being afraid, wanting to run away and cry, but you simply couldn’t remember why. “Can you really go home by yourself?”

“I’m taking a cab, my boyfriend is home, waiting for me, anyway,” you sighed, still haunted by the awful feeling from earlier. When did your thoughts mix up with dreams? How much of it was reality? Knowing how far you could trust yourself was hard, but hopefully seeing Jonathan would help you return to reality. You’d forgotten about Nygma before he stood beside you again, handing your bag to you, saying something that sounded like gibberish, and you were too tired to ask him to repeat.

Everyone had been talking to you the entire time, ever since you woke up with the IV line in your arm, with sweat making your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin and your muscles sore from the exaggerated tension. The unexplainable fear you’d felt on the crime scene was now a ghost that haunted the back of your mind, making your breath hitch whenever something caught you off guard. In a way, it was something like a hungover, but still not quite.

“Make sure to rest and drink a lot of water,” Nygma reinforced when a cab pulled up, squeezing your shoulder before you waved at him and moved to get in the car.

The drive home felt way too fast, and the numbers escaped your grasp when the driver told you the price, so you just told him to keep the change before handing him some crumpled bills and leaving the car.

Unlike the GCPD, home was warm and comfy, with a comforting smell that immediately calmed you down when you stepped past the doorway. Jonathan’s shoes were already behind the apartment’s door, his coat hung nicely as you hung yours as well. Just the sight made your heart warm.

“Sweetheart? I bought us some dinner from that restaurant you like. Also, some dessert because…” Jonathan trailed off as he walked out of the kitchen and saw you standing there by the doorway, his face falling. He was wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt only, without his tie, which was a rare sight. His eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his lips together, pushing his glasses up. “Love? You look… pale.”

You raised your eyebrows and took a deep breath, trying to get some sense of yourself so that you could answer him. “I had an incident at work,” you stated. “I went to investigate and collect materials in a fresh crime scene under a bridge, but people think I was intoxicated. I started… hallucinating? I don’t know. I was afraid. Seemed like a panic attack.”

Jonathan’s expression fell into a frown at the same time his shoulder dropped as he looked at you from head to foot before stepping closer, cupping your face in his hands, and turning your head from side to side before his thumb tugged on the skin under your eye. “Did they have you checked?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “They ran a blood test, medicated me and stuff, but I’m still…” You made a vague motion to indicate the haze that clouded your mind, focusing on the warmth of Jonathan’s hands on your skin, the care in his gaze as he observed you.

Jonathan felt bad. He tried his best to muffle down that feeling that bubbled up inside his chest by focusing on caring for you, holding onto your shoulders before he gave your hips a squeeze when he looked you up and down to make sure he didn’t miss any detail, anything. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he adjusted his glasses again before nodding and kissing your cheek softly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, taking your bag and leaving it on the floor before he hugged you, rubbing your back comfortingly. “Or better, why didn’t anyone in the GCPD call me? Do they not have mine as one of your emergency numbers? Love, I—” His words came to a halt when you groaned softly. “Sorry, I’m just very worried,” he exhaled heavily, hugging you tighter. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you. You have a dangerous job, sweetheart.”

The irony of it all was a bitter joke that made Jonathan mad. To think that his fear gas—the one he had created to overcome his enemies and to protect you—had affected his own partner. Though, it did make him wonder how and why the gas had stuck around for so long. He was just supposed to get rid of the obstacles, clean the trash, not disturb his beloved partner! Jonathan wanted to strangle himself for a moment, but something—well, someone—else needed his attention right now. He kissed your cheek a few times more, hoping to ease both you and his anger.

“Are you sure you’re feeling better?” Jonathan caressed your face, and his heart fluttered and sank when a small smile tugged on your lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled with a nod. A sigh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around Jonathan, leaning into his touches, nuzzling his shoulder. “I just needed to rest. I really wanted to see you,” you whispered. “Be with you.”

“Of course, love,” he whispered and kissed your shoulder in return, staring at the wall while holding you there. “I’m here for you.” The words were true, even if most things about him weren’t, but he needed to keep you around, to keep the only person he loved happy, the only person who brought him a sense of reality. You were the main reason he kept trying to be better, to get a better life, even if his means weren’t the best.

“I’ll get a shower ready for you,” Jonathan said, interrupting himself from overthinking and also cutting through your thoughts. “Get you into some nice clothes, then we can have dinner, and we’ll go to bed, hm? How does that sound?” He squeezed you a little before stepping back and holding your hands in his, with a soft smile. “You’ll feel better in no time. You should call in sick tomorrow. Take the day off to rest. You deserve it.”

Jonathan swallowed dryly, trying to seem as natural as possible, his thumbs running over your knuckles gently.

“Okay,” you gave in reluctantly, making relief wash over Jonathan, and he was sure that taking a day off Arkham just to take care of you wouldn’t be much of a problem. He just needed to make a few calls.

That counted as some sort of redemption, right? Jonathan ruined you, but he’d fix you. He smiled a little before he gently walked with you to the bathroom, letting you sit down on the toilet’s lid while he helped you undress while the water ran, warming up.

“I love you, okay?” Jonathan whispered. “I love you, no matter what.”

༺♡♱⋆𓆩𓆪⋆♱♡༻

[babygirl-riley]

My Future

“Can’t you hear me…I’m not coming home.”

The solo mission that turned both yours and Simon’s life around.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, blood, violence

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The heartbeat. Thumping. At first it was fast then slowly it became more like a white noise. You leaned against the tree as you watched the snow slowly. The white was beautiful as it surrounded the trees, animals eventually came around after the shooting ended. It was like a painting. Instead you ruined it.

The white around you was more crimson red. Formed around the area you were seated at. You were surrounded, it was suppose to be a scouting mission. Before you warned Laswell about the Russians being stationed at the base that they were led too. Gun shots rang out.

“Shit Bravo 0-9 I’ve been compromised.” You cursed as you dodged as much bullets as you could.

You felt the hit, felt the bullet getting lodged into your arm. It made you fall from the force from it. As you got up your leg went. You panted as you turned shooting your gun hitting a couple of men, they fell cursing the land red. “Bravo 0-9 how copy?” Laswell asked sorry behind her voice.

You grumbled as you got up, trying to get further away from the site. “Copy.” You whispered hissing at the pain.

“What’s your status?”

You inhaled deeply before feeling the same pain from the shoulder and leg. Instead hitting square in the middle of your back. “Fuck!” You yelled smacking into the ground.

You felt nauseated once your face felt the cold sinking into your cheek. Fuck. Fuck. You heard the footsteps crunching closer. You heard the Russian language blaring through their radios. You waited until they came closer having your pistol out, shooting both.

You laid against the tree trying to get yourself to get up. You had to find shelter sooner rather than later. You had to stop the bleeding, needed to get warm. It was getting dark as well, you could get eaten or worse found.

You hissed as you looked over at your radio. Fuck. Busted. You inhaled deeply finally getting up, you held your side feeling the warmth seeping in your hand. It was freezing, you were getting more and more tired. What if no one finds you? You had to leave clues for the team. If they come to you.

You found your med kit and made a quick bandages for all the areas. You hoped that this would hold until helped arrived. At least you would hope they would. You looked around the bodies licking up ammo and knives then headed in your way.

You eventually attempted to carve 141 on trees. Hoping to god they would find it. Find you. You weren’t ready to die. You thought you would have doing this job. Now you couldn’t. Not since you and Simon. Not since you found your future. Your happiness.

“Ya shouldn’ go alone.” Simon mumbled watching you pack a small bag.

“It’s only a couple of days Si, it won’t be bad.” You answered stuffing more clothing in your small bag. “Plus it’s just observing a couple of fumbling idiots far away. Nothing will happen.”

Simon didn’t like the answer you knew that, just how silent he went you knew. He sighed. “You never know if they know you will be there.”

You looked over at him, he want looking at you, arms folded, staring at the blank wall. “No I don’t, we just can’t think like that Si,” He shuffled his face back to you, you knew that look like the back of your hand. He gave it to rookies that knew the answer to a question when they didn’t answer it correctly. You chuckled sighed. “Simon worst case alright? If they know, I will fight like a bat out of hell. You know I don’t go down easy.”

He hummed and walked over to you lifting his mask up to his nose, ghosting over your lips. “If I have to come and save ya, I will beat you myself.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes before giving him a peck. “Yes sir.”

Don’t go down easy alright. You scoffed out loud from that memory. You couldn’t believe that you said that, you jinxed it. Your blood not staying inside you, not following that one order. You were going to die here. Alone.

You tumbled, you sighed and grunted as you hit the snow. It was cold but felt so nice from the heat coming off of you. You laid there for a moment, before scooting yourself up against a tree. You’re going to die right here. Hearing your heartbeat thump too hard to hear anything else. “I don’t want to die yet.” You whispered feeling tears prick your eyes.

You looked up to watch small specks of white falling and hitting the ground around you. It was beautiful, the green peaking through the white. It was like being in a painting. You had to stay focus if you couldn’t move at least stay wake. You inhaled deeply feeling your lip quiver.

“Maybe just a little shut eye,” Yoh felt your eyes growing heavy. You placed your hand on one of the bandages, crimson seeping through. “Damn it.”

That’s when it hit you, the crimson around you was forming bigger and seeping through the white. Like a plague. You inhaled deeply. Fuck. “Just a small shut eye.” You mumbled letting the darkness take over.

You thought you died until you felt a small push cause you to snap awake. You groaned, eyes not wanting to open. “Cap I found her!” The Scottish accent boomed in your ears.

“So-Soap?” You croaked finally opening your eyes, the shine of a light made you snap your eyes shut.

“Fucking hell yer alive!” Soap said cheering laughing as well. “Bravo team she is breathing barely! Lots of blood loss. We gotta get her out of her pronto.”

You looked over at Soap, pleading not to move. You were stiff. Cold. Yet you felt nothing. Not until a warmth soaked through you. Looking down you saw he placed small packs of heating pads on you. Soap looked up as he also was finding the wounds and wrapping them again once blood oozed out.

“Y/n,” You smiled, that voice. That deep beautiful voice. “Hey. Hey look at up love.”

You slowly turned your head the other way noticing Simon placing his gun down looking over at Soap. Soap frowned and shook his head. “Simon.” You whispered.

He was frozen in spot. Soap basically told him you might not make it. He scanned your body most likely has frostbite. Blood was stained everywhere. Your skin paler than normal. Cracked lips. Glossy eyes.

“No talking right now,” He answered starting to pull things out of his kit. “We gotta get ya safe yeah?”

“‘M serious love,” He followed you as you went into the bathroom. “I will beat your arse.”

You chuckled. “Simon I have done this time and time again. It’s like another day on the beach.”

Simon didn’t have a good feeling about this one. Something was off. The intel didn’t look right. Not at least to him. It could be cause yes you were going alone. Yes he didn’t want you hurt. Price warned him before talking to you about the mission. He wanted to go with you but couldn’t. You were the best for this mission.

“I will be home.” You said kissing his cheek. “Then we can go drink whiskey in the city.”

You coughed blood spurting on your lips. “That’s not good.” You whispered leaning your head back.

“No look at me Sargent,” Simon ordered having your eyes flutter to him. God please if there is one have her make it. “Remember we talked about that dog.”

You smirked. “Si,” You coughed again swallowing deeply. “Don’t coy.”

Soap snapped his eyes at his lieutenant. He even knew that Ghost was distracting you from the reality that was setting in. Simon couldn’t think of it. No denying it until you took that final breath. You’ll be fine. He couldn’t loose you. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

Simon went on about the dog, you mentioned on getting a puppy since both of you agreed on no kids. A puppy would be a start. Being together would be a start. The future would be the start. You knew your future was ending here. You could feel yourself fading. You were in the snow too long. Blood loss. You had no future. He did though. So you let him ramble as you gripped into his sleeve while he worked.

Simon ignored the stare of you and Soap. Deep down he knew. Right now it’s the dog and blood he has to handle. His mind racing on what the future will hold for both of you. It was always something to talk about between the two of you.

The future was always talked about what to do about it and go about it. Never did he think that it would be you bleeding out in the snow. In front of him. Watching his future becoming more dark each small breath you took. Until your hand released his jacket. That his future took a different route than yours.

[homunculusrex]

HOW TO FUCKING TORRENT

I just saw somebody link a GOOGLE DRIVE FULL OF TOKUSATSU. And I just wanted to say that is literally the worst possible fucking way you could get access to these shows. Toei does not fuck around and your google drives are NOT protected. This is not directly related to Toku, but I once saw somebody get SUED for having a google drive full of Moomin shows. Sued and still paying fines. This was years ago.

So I’m teaching you people how to Torrent with some help of my GF. Torrenting is easy, it requires very little, and you’ll be super happy you did. I’m doing this with the implication that you are looking to watch Tokusatsu shows but IDC what the hell you’re downloading, just keep yourself safe.

FIRST THINGS FIRST

GET A VPN. If you don’t already have one. I don’t fucking care what VPN you're using as long as it covers your computer.

GET A TORRENT DOWNLOADER. Get anything but fuckin UTorrent its full of adware. QBITTORRENT is your best bet, also its free.

FIND A TORRENT SITE. They're fucking everywhere. If you're looking for Toku everyone uploads to NYAA . SI (DO NOT LINK THIS SITE DIRECTLY PLEASE FFS)

GET SOME ADDITIONAL HARD DRIVE SPACE. This is optional but if you're gonna do this a lot get some extra space. My Gf torrents a lot so she needs a lot of hard drive storage.

THATS ALL YOU NEED NOW YOU CAN TORRENT.

1. TURN YOUR VPN ON.

2. GO TO YOUR FAVORED TORRENT SITE.

3. FIND WHAT YOU WANT TO DOWNLOAD. Preferably one with a large amount of Seeders. Seeders are people helping you download faster. No seeders means that it’s gonna take a long ass time.

4. NOW DOWNLOAD IT. If you're using Nya, just click the little magnet next to the link. Make sure its in the language and media you want, not every database does this but SOME do.

If your browser doesnt open your torrent program immediately you can just download the torrent file itself, Torrent files basically act as a key to tell your torrent program where and what to look for when downloading! Once your torrent program picks up the source, you can then tell it where you want to put the download!

5. WAIT FOR IT TO FINISH DOING ITS THING. Use this time to reflect on how swag you are for torrenting.

6. EXIT THE CLIENT.  Make sure you exit instead of just closing the window, because it could still be running and turning your VPN off while seeding is ill advised.

7. CLOSE THE VPN. 

CONGRADULATIONS WE JUST TAUGHT YOU HOW TO TORRENT.

You can learn how to seed too! Because sometimes, older torrents get LOST because there's no seeders! Everything is peer to peer, so if you want a file to stay up, it needs seeders! Its always courteous to seed what you leech!

Now. Go. Enjoy your shows without downloading it from a google drive thattle prolly get the host sued.

EDIT. Heres a directory for more info on piracy, torrenting, adblocking, and literally anything you might need info on.

https://fmhy.pages.dev/

[the-selfinsert]

Hello, denizens of the Hell Site!

Well hello there, my wretched little creatures! My name is TheSelfInsert! (Or Si, if you're just talking to me. For simplicities sake (And having a different name online is pretty cool)) I'm here to have some good times, see cool art, maybe one day make some of my own, and who knows what else? I've got a lot of aspirations, (I swear I'll make Shattered Kingdom real one day, I PROMISE)), but for now, I'm just here. I'm just a guy, who might occasionally say funny things. (Also a fanfic writer now??? I guess???) (And aspiring voice actor. Working on the whole... video editing part rn. Give me a bit)

As for what I like, and what I'll probably be looking at, I'll most likely be here for: Primarily Undertale/Deltarune related things, Epic the Musical, and other misc fandoms.

Here are my socials (Will be updated as time goes on)

Ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheSelfInsert

Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/the-selfinsert.bsky.social

Blog for my Undertale AU (Undertale: Shattered Kingdom): @ask--shattered-kingdom

[vladdyissues]

Oh! I'm glad you liked the au of Immortal husbands + Omegaverse + Ghost king + Space shit (unless you mind, I'll call it Space Era of Earth AU, or just SEE AU). I put more thoughts in it.

The Phantom family has seen how ex-Homeland, the Earth, exploded. They had to- They had to record it to next generations of people know for what they fight for if the war will take centuries. After all, this will be the only media source of the Earth's History. The evacuation took place in a short period of time, people was too focused on transfering more important information.

In opposition to Dani her brother is close to people (I let you come up with his name, I'll just call him "S" for Son). S was born in Japan when old traditions and the strict discipline was on the peak as consequence of the World Demographic Depression in the end of XXI century. Ghosts always knew S as a son of King, people — as a son of great businessman/scientist/chose a proffesion Vlad-san. This is why he grew up a beta. In so far as S is close to the human world, he always fell in love with them. But he had a sex only once and it was trausmatic experience for both. Everything was fine until the moment S cummed inside her. Sperm came through a condom and hurt his love very strictly. He remembered, dad Danny advised to take an ecto-filter on a date. So, he used the liquid and hell pain was gone. Just imagine: you had a wonderful sex with your beloved, the first sex, but your cum make her scream in pain. It was their last date. Danny dated had a sex with one girl before Vlad, so, he knew it would happen but let S find it out himself. S finally understand Danny's advice to find an attractive ghost. But he is too far to ghosts, so, he'll always fall for humans.

I imagine those evil aliens as something between Qu from All Tomorrows (https://youtu.be/imNtSPM3-r4?si=ON7nkG1KstIfULJo) and aliens from Alien Stage by VIVINOS (https://youtu.be/VgPo3q01kbg?si=p5Xa7MlXjKC3tKc1). Less cruel than Qu but still powerful.

HC that family life soften Vlad's heart back. And when the first attempt to mutate people into halfas failed with a scandal (c'mon! there's is very little humans left, you can't kill them for fun), make a little break in his core. Vlad finally wondered why there weren't more artifical halfas, despite over 50 years of GIW experiments. They never survived. When he investigated his family's DNA (the reaction halfa's clear DNA and human's DNA on radiation), he was horrified the fact that 2-5 different nucleotide in his genom and he could die, too. I see it as there are sites that bind with ghost radiation of a certain wave and this radiation forms an armor that saves the genome and the whole cell from destructive radiation.

--

[softrozene]

Spanish Flirtations

Anon asked: I have a request for you. Could you write a male s/o who has been trying to flirt with Javier in spanish but it ends up in disaster with weird translation,that is strange. Like he picked up a little from Javier and from townfolk but he ain’t sure what they mean,anf Javier justs teases them. 

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I hope you are ready for this cute cringe-fest! Javi does tease him a bit but he also teaches!

*I literally picked up these Spanish pick-up lines from a few sites and google translate so I have no idea if they are correct lmao. 

Originally published on February 2, 2020

Translations are in the parentheses. Spanish is bold.

Javier Escuella x Male Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cringe, pick up lines, Micah is mentioned being a jerk like once for a second

Words: ~1k

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“I got this. I can do this. I am amazing. I am wonderful. I am-“ The list goes on as Javier listens just outside the outhouse of the saloon.

 Honestly, he has no idea what’s been going on with his partner but seeing his partner in distress and even trying to pick himself up like this- It makes him concerned.

 You both agreed not to drink too much and thankfully both of you stayed true to that. So maybe he’ll have a heart-to-heart with you on the ride back to camp. Anything to see what is up with the sudden jitters from you.

 “(Name), it’s about time to go,” Javier says loudly making you stop sputtering your self-speech.

 You exit the privy and lean against it trying to look all suave. Javier raises an eyebrow at the sudden change of behavior as you smile widely. This is the moment you’ve been waiting all day for. The moment you’ve been practicing for. If it fails, you will have other moments but it’s time to see how your Javi will react.

 You muster up all the confidence you’ve been building and in a deep voice say, “Si besarte fuera pescado, caminaría feliz por el infierno.” (If kissing you were a fish, I’d happily walk through hell.)

 Javier’s eyes are wide with surprise before something twinkles in them. His lips twitch before he lets out a chuckle. “That was… hot and cute. You almost said that right,” Javier states feeling a bit proud of you.

 You look at him a bit confused and ask, “What part did I mess up?”

 “You meant to say pecado (sin). Not pescado. Pescado is fish. Nice try though,” Javier complements.

 You are surprised that he didn’t tease you that much. Instead, he was helpful. Too bad this is the only one you actually knew. The others … you have no clue what they mean but you did your best to learn how to say them by heart.

 “I’ll have to give you a… a… What is it called?” Javier suddenly looks confused.

 You stare at him as he points to his lips and tries to recall it. Having done this charade game before with him, you start saying a few words in hopes that it’ll help him remember.

 “Warning, word, speech, lips, kiss, shou-

 Javier snaps his finger, “Kiss! I’ll have to give you one at camp for trying to flirt. Oh, where’d you learn all that by the way?”

 There is no way you are going to tell him about the Spanish speaking girls who have turned into your wing women.

 Anyway, you may have dealt your favorite card and wrongly but you have three more to try out.

~*~

It’s been a few days and you finally decide to pull out the next line you learned. You don’t care if it goes wrong at all. Seeing how happy Javier gets from hearing you speak his native tongue makes you beyond happy.

 Thankfully, he seems to be doing guard duty. It won’t take but a few minutes of his time and surely you’ll risk it just to see his expression. You walk away from the camp after your own chore is done or planning a mission is done and head his way.

 His spot is a bit within the trees so it’s perfect to not be spotted by enemies or your fellow campers. Especially nosy people like Susan or Micah who seems to hate your relationship with Javier. Your blood boils at the thought of him saying “it ain’t right”.

 Everyone else has been supportive and you are thankful for it.

 Now you gotta focus at your task at hand in order to not be called out by anyone for disturbing someone on guard duty. You’re quick and spot your man and rush over to him, immediately leaning against a tree.

 Javier is staring at you a bit confused until you speak.

 “¿Tienes un mapa? Me he encontrado en tus ojos.” (Do you have a map? I seem to have found myself in your eyes).

 He bursts out laughing.

 You remain confident as you ask, “What did I say and what does it mean?”

 When he calms down he explains immediately what you said wrong, and you know you misspoke something to get a reaction like that.

 “A pick-up line that made no sense, mi amor (my love),” Javier states before he translates what you had said.

 “Do you have a map? I seem to have found myself in your eyes. A common pick-up line but you said it wrong. You misplaced lost with found. It would’ve been ‘I seem to have lost myself in your eyes’ so instead of encontrado it would be perdido. Would you be willing to try again?” Javier asks with that expression you love.

 His expression is love-filled and joy from spending time with you. He doesn’t need to ask you twice.

 “¿Tienes un mapa? Me he perdido en tus ojos.”

~*~

“¿Hace calor aqui, o eres tù?” (Is it hot in here or is it just you?)

 Your voice comes out raspy and Javier stops all movement. Both of you are huddled close to the fire as the others sleep.

 “You… You actually sounded perfect,” Javier says with amusement.

 You nod your head before rubbing the back of your neck. It takes him a moment to realize why you suddenly turned embarrassed.

 “You have no idea what that meant, do you?” He questions with a chuckle.

Your cheeks feel warm from the slight embarrassment but you feel more eager to know what it means. So, you admit it with pride. Javier feels a rush go through his stomach at how genuine you are and the love he feels for you grows immensely.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?” He repeats in English.

 It takes a moment before your cheeks heat up and he laughs at your proud smile. In the heat of the moment, you try out the next line you should’ve saved.

 “Eres guapo. ¿Quieres ser mi novia?” (You are cute. Do you want to be my girlfriend?)

 This time Javier’s laugh comes out a bit too loud and he is quick to muffle himself by plunging his face into your shoulder. It takes a couple of moments for him to gather himself before he pulls away slightly.

 “Sorry (Name). That was just perfect timing for that one, though you made a slight novice mistake. Do you know what you said?” Javier asks with a raised eyebrow.

 You can’t do a poker face. Your smile is wide as your cheeks somehow become hotter as you admit, “I only know I called you cute? At least I hope I did?”

 “You did! The rest was asking me to be your girlfriend,” He says the amusement laced as his accent seems more prominent.

 Ah, you wish your wing women would’ve clarified the lines they taught you. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers with learning the language of love. Javier takes your hand in his and he seems content with this moment.

 “The correct way to say it for us would be novio (boyfriend). ¿Quieres ser mi novio? Do you want to be my boyfriend. Since we are already sweet on each other we would refer to each other as such or mi pareja, my partner,” Javier murmurs as he places a kiss on the rough skin of your knuckles.

 You test it out feeling the tip of your tongue tingle at the new word and a bright smile on your face.

 “Mi pareja.”

[lilithsterrarium]

Family Pet

The first chapter in something I hope to expand on soon!

Contains: A pervy trans girl, her two trans siblings, and her mom, alongside her VERY strong tastes for size stuff- more to introduce characters than anything.

The soft, carpeted hallway did little to muffle the footsteps as Lilith quietly tried to sneak around. Down the hallway, a collection of bedrooms- each belonging to another member of the family- and each one something she had to carefully sneak around, for fear of being heard. Her socked feet gently pressed against the ground as she passed each door in succession, taking a moment by each one to make sure she wasnt heard.

Her mother's room was closed off, a cute, welcoming space she always tried to get her girls into- to mixed results, of course. Inside, the middle-aged woman was peacefully snoring, and Lilith couldnt help but stare at her body as it slowly rose and fell with each breath. While she never had the chance to meet her father, she was seriously skeptical anyone in their right mind would pass up on someone like her mother... quickly feeling the bulge in her pants swell as her mother stirred, Lilith quickly ducking away. The hallway split off here- parts leading to the kitchen, bathroom, and living room, where Abby, the family dog, peacefully snored away. The hallway continued on in the other direction, and Lilith quietly continued her journey.

Her little sis came out as trans almost right after her, something that Lilith couldnt be prouder of... Katie was an absolute sweetheart, and the moment she declared she would rather be a princess than a superhero, her whole family had her back. Her older sister came out a long, long time ago, and was still comfortably resting in her room. The scent of weed and cheap beer wafted from the doorway, an almost intoxicating mixture as Lilith tried to peer inside... she loved her sisters, more than she would ever admit- and in more ways then even she knew. The door creaked as she tried to peek inside, and Lilith quickly sucked in her breath- hearing a weak, sleepy grunt from her older sibling as she hurridly darted away.

"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT-" her heart was racing as she entered her room, quickly closing the door. She listened for any movements, but couldnt hear anyone- and after a few seconds, she trusted the silence enough to slink over to her desk and open her laptop.

Glancing over her shoulder, she gently put on her headphones- blushing as she typed in the same search she had countless times before. It wasnt an uncommon occurance for people to shrink- a surprisingly simple (and suspiciously easy) to obtain feat now able to be bought for cheap. The issue is, it also became easier to unwillingly shrink people- all it took was a simple drugging, and people were as small as bugs within the grasp of their captors. These people went by a variety of names; tinies, micros, anything you could think of.

Those who underwent it for a variety of reasons were met with disdain- and it was widely agreed upon that these people, if you could call them that, were no longer human. Laws no longer covered them, people would often purposefully make their lives a living hell; it was something that less and less people were willing to do, at least not willingly. Lilith's cock jumped at the thought... she had asked, begged her older sis to buy the formula so she could be tiny- she knew her mother would say no... sure, she could buy it herself, but it was expensive, and she was unemployed... biting her lip, she sighed as she fantasized about being tiny. About being helpless, vulnerable, weak- sub-human, less than even insects, the very scum of the earth... her dick eagerly throbbed along as she whimpered gently. God, she wanted it.

The screen before her finally loaded, her internet slow but reliable as the fishy site came into view... dozens of videos lit up, all with a focus of tormenting tinies... these bug-sized shrimps Lilith was so, so jealous of. A variety of titles caught her eye, as she scrolled to find something to get off to.

"MICRO RIGHTS ACTIVIST KISSES MY BOOTS"

"Calling my Micro Pet Mean Names Until It Cums"

"tinies vs my blender lmao"

"Feeding a tiny to my pet cat~"

"Tinies v.s Daycare (The End Will Shock You!)"

"Tiny Gets Fucked by Cockroach"

"How to Start Collecting Tinies!"

Lilith let out an annoyed sigh, murmuring to herself as her dick throbbed.

"Seen it... seen it... that one was horrible, the tinies screamed way too loud... ungrateful little shits... seen it..."

She sighed, grabbing her dick and starting to gently stroke herself. She finally found a video she hadnt seen, clicking on it absentmindedly as she stroked herself... she hated how scared the tinies looked. They were so lucky, and they didnt even know it...

She brought herself to climax quickly, shooting ropes of cum into a tissue and quickly tossing it into a garbage bin... sighing as she closed her laptop. She slowly made her way to her nightstand, where she grabbed her pills... a mix of estrogen, progesterone, and an antidepressant... quickly pushing them into her mouth, and swallowing. Her mouth felt... off. A strange aftertaste stained her lips as she washed it down with a glass of water. She layed down, sighing as her eyes gently fluttered closed... the last thing she saw being her stuffed plushie. A cute stuffed bunny, it gently sat in her arms as she hugged it tight- her little snuggle buddy. She didnt care how old she was, she would always adore her plushie...

Lilith slept peacefully, unaware that her entire life would change the very next morning.

[plaindangan]

Sexy club asks: The gift giving club was supposed to be a club where the three games protags could find time to relax with all the panic of their daily lives. But recently, all they seem to do is tell stories about how chaotic their lives are due to some horny babes (even from outside of their class)!

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Ah, the gift giving club.

President: Makoto Naegi

Vice President: Hajime Hinata

Treasurer: Shuichi Saihara

A club exclusively for those who give gifts out on a near daily basis, meaning it was a place just for them. I mean, Kaede qualified as well, but given its main purpose as a designated break room - they were sort of holding off on adding any more people just yet.

Especially, given their experiences with women recently.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Makoto sighed and was the first to speak up. "Rough week for you guys too?"

"Fucking Hell you wouldn't believe it..."

"Y-yeaaaah...."

Makoto pointed towards Shuichi. "You go first. I heard you were having some problems at your agency recently? With new hires?"

The emo detective's face flushed pink.

"...You could say that."

-

"M-maaahiiiruuuu~ I...I need to focus on on the case~" moaned Shuichi. It was dead at night and Shuichi would have been trying to collect evidence on a recent burglary. Mahiru had joined his agency, usually using her talent to take photos of the crime scene before he got to work...

But, now seems to solely focuses on jerking of Shuichi through his pants instead. "Q-quiet!! This is just...yeah! To clear your mind!! Just clearing your mind before we start. Just...relax~ Relax and focus on cumming for Big Si-erm! I-I mean, cumming so you can be in a calm state when investigating~"

"Oh, is Shuichi getting nervous? That's no good. Here...you can use these to steady yourself! I...I have been eating more of Hina's donuts to make them softer and, a-ah, bigger. T-to help provide immediate on-site comfort, of course!! It's all for the sake of the investigation!! So...please, indulge yourself~" Entering the room was Sakura Ogami. Needing some extra change for herself, Sakura joined Shuichi's agency to be a bodyguard for his crime scenes and organization itself. She had came inside for a break - overheard sounds of a thick cock being pumped - and just had to see for herself. Ignoring the brief jealousy against Mahiru for such boldness, she upped the ante by pulling down her shirt to flash her sweaty, incredibly milky boobs to Shuichi's face. Before promptly pulling his face in-between them.

Yeah, safe to say, not much work got done that day~

--

"God, yeah that sounds...rough." Hajime agreed, before a hand went to his head. "Reminds me of the situation I'm in right now..."

-

All Hajime wanted to do...

Was just in the library and read.

This was not reading!!!!

At the moment, Hajime was in the very back of the library, pants down and cock being ferociously sucked off. And by whom? Why it was none other than the de facto librarian herself, Toko Fukawa, who looking so lost in his sweaty, salty, meat. She dragged him there to tackle a 'noise complaint' (blatant lies)...in her own way~

"T-tookooooo!! D-damn it, I-I...I just wanna-ghhhh!!" He started, but a nother lick from her slimy tongue had him cringe in pleasure and stopped in his tracks.

"Keep this going?~ Why a-a-aren't you a c-cute l-little stud!!! Or rather, big stud?~ Eheheehe~ Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurpppp! God, you taste amazing!! I wish I had 'her' tongue for this moment to savor this better!!" she wished before going back to bobbing his head on his meat stick.

Well...least no one else could see thi-

"GASP!!! H-hajimeeee!!! I-I knew it! I knew you were a degenerate!!!! I thought maybe a Reserve Course student would be different, but you clearly are just as much scum as the filthy men in this course as well!! I'll punish you!!!" Oh God, no. It was Tenko. For a moment, as the martial artist hovered over him, he thought she was going to kick his face in. However, instead, she not only dropped her skirt and panties, she sat down right on his face.

Smothering him with his fatty globes until Hajime eventually passed out from it...and from cumming his balls out down Toko's throat.

-

"T-tenko and Toko together...that's a deadly combo." Shuichi said, patting Hajime on the back. Though, now both Shuichi and Hajime were curious.

"So, Makoto, what did you face?"

With his face bright scarlet, the luckster pressed his fingers together.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeell...."

-

"C'mon, Makoto, this is a collab of a century!!! Just picture it!!! Your club of plain audience surrogates molds itself under me to create a proper Plain People Club! An audience for ordinary people, by ordinary people and empowers even more plainers like us!! It'd be amazing!! And do you know the best part?" Tsumugi smirked and with sudden force squeeze her tits together. Tits that had been jerking off Makoto for the past hour and having in a state of extreme pleasure. "I can do this...whenever you want~ So, what do you say?"

"Aaaaaaahh.....I-I....o-ohhh...." Makoto groaned, trying desperately not to give in. Knowing that the Hope of a sanctuary rest upon him to not be taken in by Tsumugi's words...or her phat tits!!! Though he really was about to cum...when Hiyoko burst into the room.

"HEY!!! Fuck off nerd!!!" With a mighty bump from her thicc hips, Hiyoko pushed Tsumugi away before smirking darkly at the wet cock in front of her. Turning around she flashed her mega thicc moneymaker at Makoto before plopping right on down his twitchy member.

"Teeheehee~ Please, forget that blue bitch!!! What you really wanna do is get you and all those losers in your silly club onto MY club to start it up!! The Domination Protection Club!! You lame-o's give me cash and I use that to keep you all off every other bully's menu? Seems like a fair deal, riiiight?~ Plus...you get this as a reward for each payment threshold you meet!!" Hiyoko said, grinding her soft cake onto Makoto's dick, taking pride in how close he was to cumming and selling the club's soul-!!!

-

"--But then Tsumugi tackled her off me. While they were fighting, I managed to sneak away." Both other guys looked at Makoto incredulously and with the deepest of sympathies.

"God, that sounds tiring...but at least we're safe here." Hajime said, sighing and leaning back in his chair.

Shuichi nodded, smiling and giving a thumbs up. "Yeah, it's just us for the next hour."

With his two friends in good spirits, Makoto couldn't help but give a reassuring nod. "Yep!! It's just our time at last to catch our breaths and-"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

...

Who...who was at the door? All three made their way to the door window...and their face paled. All six mentioned women were at the door. All six looking incredibly horny. All six more than capable of finding a way in there.

The boys cocks twitched in fear and excitement.

Yeah, they wouldn't be safe at all~

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 21

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August 21st 2021 - Summerslam

Las Vegas, NV

“So you’re coming to the twins' party tonight?” 

“Absolutely not.” Airielle immediately answered with an eye roll, as the two of them sat backstage watching Josh and Jon’s match against the Mysterio’s. “I will give Jon his gift tho, before my flight back to Pensacola.” 

“What about Josh?” 

“What about him?” Airielle responded back, glaring at Trinity, who had a smirk on her face. 

“Sis, we got the plane tickets together.” Again, Airielle rolled her eyes. 

“Well you and Jon can take Jayla and Jaden, since y’all now have two extra tickets.” Airielle said, pulling the envelope out of her bag and handing it to Trinity. 

“Airielle come-on now..” 

“Or You can give it to Josh and he can give the other ticket to Yara or whatever, I don’t care.”  Trinity gave Airielle a look. “I do not care.” She said standing up from her seat. 

“No” Trinity whined as Airielle started to walk away. “Don’t leave me!”  Airielle stuck her tongue out and continued on her way. She was relieved to finally have the plane tickets out of her possession. They were causing way more anxiety than necessary.

She and Trinity had decided to plan their partners (at the time) birthday together and since Josh had shown his whole ass for her birthday she thought it was only right for her to do the same. Josh had mentioned how he wanted to go to Turks & Caicos. She had splurged on the best private villa for her and Josh to stay. Even though they were supposed to be with Trin & Jon the couples had their own private entry to the villa and would only have to see each other when they wanted to. 

Airielle was so deep in her thought she didn’t see Angel Garza as he stood in front of her, trying to get her attention. She let out a “oof” as they collided. 

“Mierda!” He said as he grabbed his arms to steady her so she wouldn’t topple over in her heels. “Are you okay?” He asked her and she nodded. 

. “Yes I'm fine Angel. I should watch where I'm going.” She said and he laughed.  

“You know princesa,” Angel started, as he pulled her closer to him. “I’ve seen movies like this.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him. 

“Movies? What are you talking about?” 

“Cómo se dice uh.. meet-cute.” 

“A meet-cute?”  

“Yeah, you know, boy and girl run into each other, girl falls in love boy- “ 

“Boy gets his ass whopped if he don’t get the fuck on.” Josh cut him off and he slid in between Angel and Airielle mean muggin’ the hell outta Angel. 

“Oh my god” Airielle muttered, slapping her hand on her forehead. 

“Get the fuck on.” Josh said again after Angel didn’t move. It was then Airielle noticed the camera crew that had their cameras trained on the three of them and she cursed. She forgot the Total Divas crew were following the cast around today. 

“Josh, stop.” She whispered, gripping the back of his shirt when he went to advance towards Angel. “It’s cameras filming you.”  Angel smirked at Josh, waived at Airielle and continued on his way.  

“Wassup man? I’ve been calling you for days.” Airielle rolled her eyes. 

“We have nothing to talk about.” She stated, crossing her arms over her chest and cutting her eyes over to the camera crew, who were still recording them. 

“You said you weren’t mad at me.”  Josh said, as he stepped in front of her when she tried to walk around him. 

“Yeah, well I lied, Joshua. I’m pissed off and I just want to be left alone.” 

“So why didn’t you answer the phone so we could talk about it Airielle? Oh my god She thought as she looked over to the camera crew again, knowing they were definitely going to use this footage. 

“Because there is nothing to talk about.” She huffed out. 

“Us. We can talk about us.” 

“There is no us anymore Joshua.” He scoffed. 

“And whose fault is that? We were rocking strong Rih. I ask you to move in with me and you do a whole 360. Probably could’ve been engaged by now and shit.” 

“That's the problem.” She hissed, pushing him away from her. “You wanna move way to fuckin fast Josh. 5 months and you wanted to move in together! Is that not crazy as hell?” 

“You so damn selfish,” He stated. “It’s always about how you feel or what you think. What about me? Do you have any idea of how much it hurt me to see you with Raymond and then to catch you kissing him after you said y’all weren't together.” 

Airielle felt like shit now. Even though she shouldn’t because she left Raymond alone until she saw Josh with Yara.  

“Yo, y’all good?” Josh and Airielle broke their staring contest to look over at Jon and Trin who had just walked up on them. 

“I have to go.” Airielle muttered as she walked away from them, Josh tried to follow her but Jon stopped him. 

“She always running.”  She heard Josh tell Jon and Trin before she ducked into an empty room in the arena. She let out a shaky breath and leaded against the door. She knew she had fucked up by kissing Raymond but Josh had done the unthinkable…the unforgivable by sleeping with Yara. 

Trinity 💚: pleaseeeeeeeee  Trinity 💚: im begging on my hands and knees here! To Trinity 💚: lemme see. 

Airielle let out a laugh as her phone started ringing with a facetime call. She answered and started laughing harder at what she saw. 

Jon and Trinity had their cheeks pressed together and they both were pouting at the phone. “Please” They both begged at the same time. 

“I don’t wanna be the only bad bitch here ,Airielle.”  Airielle let out a giggle and rolled her eyes. 

“Look at how you got my lil bro’” Jon said as he snatched the phone out of Trin’s hands and flipped the camera to show a dejected looking Josh. “Lil Uce keep looking towards the door to see if you comin’”  Airielle couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she took him in. He was looking real good, she almost got up to put some clothes on - NO! Her inner voice yelled at her. He had sex with Yara, fuck him! 

“He could be looking for Yara.” Airielle mumbled, and she heard Jon suck his teeth before he flipped the camera back to himself. 

“Sis be forreal.” Jon slurred. “Yara is here and before you say anything, Uce ain’t paying her no mind. I mean zero.” She let out another laugh when Trinity held up the hand gesture for zero behind Jon’s head. “So getcho’ ass down here and come cheer my brother up!” 

“ No you did not!” She heard Jon yell out as she walked into their section. She watched Josh do a double take, his jaw dropping open as he took in her outfit. 

“Happy Birthday!” Airielle said as she handed Jon a gift bag. Josh looked like he expected a gift too, but when she walked past him and towards Trinity and Mercedes, he sunk back down into his seat. 

“Yay!” Trinity and Mercedes cheered, pulling Airielle into a hug. “Girl you look hot as hell!” 

“I said cheer him up, not give him a heart attack.” Jon giggled. 

“Y’all drunk as hell, lemme catch up!”  Jon yelled out drink orders and Airielle made her way to the bar to order them. 

“First of all, do you see what she’s wearing?” Josh heard Yara ask but like Jon said, he was paying her no mind. “Her whole ass is out!”  Josh gritted his teeth as he watched Airielle lean on the bar top to point at something and he stood up, ignoring Yara calling his name and marched over to Airielle. 

“Damn,” Her whistled lowly as he walked closer to her, no shame in his game as he eyed her body. “You look good.” He whispered into her ear as he boxed her in between the bar and his body, while he flagged down the bartender for her.  “You know it’s my birthday too. Where my present at?”  

Airielle snorted but didn’t turn around to face him. “Don’t you got a girlfriend to go be with or something. Why you over here bothering me?”  She thanked the bartender but before she could grab the tray of drinks, Josh grabbed it and with his other hand he laced his fingers with hers, leading her back over to the section. 

Yara watched with narrowed eyes as Josh sat down next to Airielle. He had been ignoring her all night and Yara was about to put a stop to it. Josh was her man now.  

“Joshy, come on, let's dance.” Airielle snorted and choked on her drink at Yara’s nickname for Josh. She cut her eyes over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. That’s exactly what he gets. Airielle thought just as Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion started blasting through the club. 

“This my jam y’all!” Trinity yelled, grabbing Airielle and Mercedes hands and pulling them towards the dance floor.  Josh was in a trance as he watched Airielle out on the dance floor. Mesmerized by the way she moved her body to the beat. He had to get his girl back ASAP. 

Four songs and three more shots later Airielle pulled herself away from the dancefloor to rush towards the bathroom. As she was coming out she bumped into Josh who was obviously waiting for her as he leaned  against the wall. 

 “Where ya little girlfriend at?” She asked, looking around.  He chuckled and walked closer to her. 

“I’m looking at her.”  Airielle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You wore this for me?” He asked as he dragged his eyes, slowing up her body. 

“Josh please.” She said as she rolled her eyes again and tried to walk around him but he stepped in front of her, and started to slowly back her into the wall. He slowly leaned into her and watched how she let out a gasp at how close he was getting. 

Before she could say anything, their lips connected. She felt him moan into her mouth and she tilted her head to be able to kiss him back.   his hands  now gripping her hips while her arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He broke the kiss and slid his hands to rest just above her ass. He rested his forehead against hers 

“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should've never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long. I wanted it to be perfect for yall. 🫶🏽 Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

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