#i can hope and try to keep hitting that bar but i'm also ready to move on

[studentbyday]

for the first time ever i left an exam unsure of an answer, found out i was wrong upon googling, and just said to myself, “oh well. i did my best under the circumstances,” those circumstances being on a time crunch (during review and during exam) and burnt out. i know i didn't fail, and i still have my hopes up (relatively speaking) for a pretty decent grade 😅 but i feel as if i have nothing left to prove. there is only the quiet satisfaction of knowing i did the best i could under the circumstances and the freedom of feeling able to move on.

is this a sign of growth or have i found myself on a slippery slope to mediocrity? 😅

we shall see... 🙃

[bluem1lls]

hiii!! are u gonna write a part two for that one se mi x guard reader angst? )(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~

✧₊⁺ what am i supposed to do without you?

✦ synopsis: you don't leave her mind, not after everything you two went through. so when she finally sees you again in a date with someone else, she knows it's time to talk.

tw: minors dni, jealous se-mi, fluff, smut, fingering/oral (r!receiving), a bit of angst

authors note: hiiii, sooo after the poll, this one won!!! so finally, part 2 of guard!reader x se-mi. also im sorry for the lack of update, im super busy with work and also a bit blocked, but tysm for all the requests! i hope u like it!💓

⋆｡°✩ "fuck" my head hits the wall as he pushes me.

"i did warn you, didn't i?" he said as i nodded weakly. "and what did you do? you helped a player. not only helped her, you saved her."

"it won't" i tried to regain my breathing. "it won't happen again"

"you got attached!"

"i'm sorry." i whisper to my uncle as he turns around. i know he's mad.

"if he finds out he'll kill you."

"he probably saw the cameras already" i say to him as my uncle frozens in place.

"you didn't know? you didn't... see him?" he asks as i stared confused. "he's out there. playing"

my eyebrows raise in surprise. "playing?" a shiver runs through my spine to even imagine what he would do to se-mi to survive his own game.

"listen to me." he speaks to me in a serious manner as i bit my lip. "i'm gonna delete the footage and you're gonna leave this fucking place and you won't look back"

"w-what? but.. mom and.. dad-"

"i don't want you here ever again. they'll understand" he says as he presses the button, erasing the videos as i bit my lip hard enough. i'm probably drawing blood.

"are they.. releasing her?" i ask as he turns around. he stays still, letting out a sharp breath. "tomorrow. they voted and they chose to stop playing"

a sigh of relief leaves my body as i turn around, putting on my mask.

"t-thank you" i whisper as he gives me a head nod. i know damn well how he is. and i also know he's doing this for me, and it's not easy. he places his black mask on, matching with his black suit as he sits down on his couch. staring once more at the cameras.

⋆｡°✩ i sigh as i get home. i softly pet my kitten after picking it up from my mom's.

i sat on the couch, exhausted. my head hurts, i miss se-mi and i feel miserable. i thought i was doing the right thing, but now i lost my job and i lost my.. friend? my girlfriend?

my head on my hands as i try to not cry.

⋆｡°✩ it's been two months.

i know she's okay, i made sure of that. but she hasn't texted, called or even came to see me.

and she seems to be okay without me (yes, i stalk her instagram), but i'm not, and that's exactly why i let this happened.

"sam.. no. i'm not ready.." i stare at her.

"look at her! she's a cutie! it's only one date. i know you two will get along great and if you hate her then i swear i'll leave you alone but please. i'm your best friend and i hate seeing you like this, maybe if you try to move on.. it'd be for the best" she begged me as i sighed.

"just one." i say resigned as she shouts in excitment.

and now i'm regretting that, because sam keeps talking about this girl while all i can think about is her.

⋆｡°✩ "where did you said you worked at?" she says as i sip my gin tonic, almost choking on it.

"uh.. next question" i reply with an awkward smile as she chuckles.

"you're so cute" she gives me a smirk. "sam said you were really pretty and.. she wasn't wrong" she says, softly caressing my face, her gaze roaming all over my features.

i stare at her nervously giving her a soft smile. she pulls away, turning around to order more beer for her as i cross my legs and let my eyes wander around the place to distract myself.

it's a pub, and although it's dark i can see the purple details it has. the bar fully equipped with all the finest alcohol, se-mi sitting on one of the stalls of the bar.

my eyes widen.

what?

my stare focused on her as i feel the air being knocked out of my lungs. she catches me staring, her cold gaze lingers on mine. i can see her surprised expression, quickly turning into a cold one as her eyes go to my date. she takes a sip from her beer, her eyes never leaving mine. i can feel the girl besides me talking but i honestly, i can't even pay attention.

"so was it good?" she asks, snapping me from my thoughts as my gaze leaves se-mi for a second to focus on her.

"huh?"

"the drink.. was it good?" she says as i give her a very forced smile while i nod.

"so good. hey, would you mind bringing my coat from the hanger?" i smile at her as she nods. she quickly gets up to get it as i stare at the ceiling.

what do i do? i leave? do i run to the bathroom to hide? should i talk to her? i keep going like nothing happened?

as i remove my stare from the ceiling, i see her standing up in front of me, making me let out a shaky breath.

guess she decided for me.

she stares at me up and down, her eyes roaming my body. she extends me a drink with her right hand while her left is holding hers.

"gin tonic for you.. like always" se-mi says as i slowly take it. her fingers caressing mine for a second, making me shiver. "you look.. so beautiful"

"don't do this.. please" i beg her in whispers. she drinks her beer while her gaze stares at me intensely.

"i just want to talk to you." her eyes flash with.. guilt? as she speaks.

i stare at her in disbelief with wide eyes. "no? i'm on a date!"

she scoffs. "please, you kicked her out. i know you that much" she says in a low, hard tone. "we really need to talk. please"

my eyes roamed her face, i bit my lip thinking about it for a second as i get up, grabbing my purse as i let her guide me to the way out.

i stop where the hanger is as i see the girl with my stuff turned around. i touch her shoulder as she turns at me with a smile. "hey, i'm so sorry but something came up and i need to leave. you're.. amazing, and incredibly sweet" i speak as her expression falls.

"oh.. do you want me to come-"

"no. b-but thank you" i say to her quickly as i can see her defeated stare. i grab my coat, walking to find se-mi at the door. we get into her car in a weird tense silence until we get to my place.

i leave my stuff on the couch as i turn to stare at her, her hands on her pockets as she bites her lip piercing.

"why.. were you with her?" she breaks the silence as i stare at her in disbelief. is she actually asking me that like a jealous girlfriend?

"why? oh i'm sorry. i didn't realized that after you broke my heart i had to ask for your permission" i dry chuckle as she scoffs, annoyed, but her eyes are filled with guilt and remorse as she stares at me.

"i'm sorry. i.. i know why you did what you did. and maybe i didn't understood at first, and it took me a while.."

"you never called back. you never texted, you never came to see me, you didn't cared to know how i was-"

"i couldn't talk to you! not after... the games. i asked sam about you every single day. i begged her to not tell you anything, but god, there hasn't been a day in where you left my mind" she says, frustrated. her jaw clenches as i stare wide eyed. fucking sam.

i sigh as i lean myself against the wall. my hands cover my face. "what was i supposed to do? i thought you ghosted me. i thought you hated me se-mi. so i tried.. to just.. move on" i say as i bite the inside of my cheek with anxiety. her cold gaze stays on me as she takes a step closer.

her eyes burning with jealousy, darkening as her stare roamed through my body. "did it worked?"

my chest tightens as i slowly shook my head no. she closes the distance betweens us, trapping me against the wall as i let out a small gasp, feeling her hands on my waist. the cold silver rings making me shiver.

she speaks in a low hiss. "it didn't? you know why it didn't worked?" one of her hands leaves my waist, her fingers softly lifting my chin. "because you never stopped being mine" she says as my heart thumps on my chest. our breathings getting a little more ragged.

"why are you doing this? after two months se-mi... it's been two months." my eyes fill with tears as she caress my face with her hand.

her lips twitch a little as she hears my weak reply. "let me make it up to you"

her hands lowers to my neck as she closes the distance between us. our lips smashing together as we both let out a small moan. my hands roamed through her body desesperately until i wrap my arms around her neck as her other hand lowers to grip my hips.

my body melts into her touch, the kiss becoming hard and desesperate, expressing the way we missed eachother. our pent up anger and frustration explodes as our bodies pressed together.

"i love you so much" i whisper in a shaky breath in between kisses, her arms tighten around me as she keeps the kisses going.

"i love you so much too" she replies, her lips never leaving mine as she lifts me up, her hands on my thighs as she carries me to my room. she softly positions me in bed. i lay as she gets on top of me. i kiss her hungrily as she moans. she breaks the kiss to lower herself, her face meeting my center as she lifts my skirt. her tongue licks over my panties, spreading the wet patch as i whimper. my hands grip her hair as she moves them aside, circling my clit with her tongue.

"missed this so much" she says, giving a kiss on my clit as she teases my entrance.

"please" my head falls back as i beg her. i can feel her smirk as she pushes two fingers inside, going back with her tongue, picking up a faster pace as i moan.

she thrusts deeper and faster as my moans get louder. when she feels me clenching around her fingers, her tongue swirls around my clit. she smirks, pleased to have me trembling under her touch.

"gonna cum please, please, please" i cry out as my fingers pull her hair making her hiss. her lips around my clit as she sucks, making me whimper.

i feel the heat on my lower stomach snap, i clench around her fingers once again as my eyes roll back and i finish with a long and loud moan. she licks me clean until i'm whining, overstimulated.

"oh baby, this is just the first round" she cups my face as i stare, half-lidded.

⋆｡°✩ i stopped missing her, because she stays right by my side. after a few months, she finally asks me to be her girlfriend, which the question feels odd giving the fact that we're almost living together at that point, but i say yes nonetheless (of course).

⋆｡°✩ and when we sleep, she has nightmares all the time. i try to wake her up gently, with soft kisses as i hug her. we end up falling asleep together, always cuddling to feel eachother.

and i have mines too.

i can feel her shaking me slowly as i gasp. "it's okay-"

"i thought i lost you" i murmur, still sleepy but teary.

"you didn't. i'm right here" she says in a cooed whisper. she hugs me tightly, pressing me against her body as i grip her shirt, scared that if i let her go, she'll disappear.

⋆｡°✩ and we try to overcome the trauma of the games, the deaths, and it's hard, but somehow with her by my side, it becomes easier.

⋆｡°✩ and as we spend all our weekeds in bed, i can't help but wonder what would've happened if i was honest from the beggining. but right now she's here, laying in my bed, caressing my hair as i close my eyes and my head rests on her chest..

and i wouldn't have it any other way.

even if i'd had to go through it again and again. i'd do it for her.

[inlovewithgreta]

Hey!! If you’re taking requests, I’d love to request an Addison Montgomery x reader fic, where Addison gets home after a long day and reader lets Addison ‘use her’ for stress relief

Heyy anon!! I absolutely am taking requests so thank you so so much for stopping by to request this! I am so sorry for the long wait, I’m always busy at work plus haven’t had the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written! Have a nice day!! 🩷

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Use Me — Addison Montgomery x Fem!Reader

Summary: Read request above!

Warnings: degradation, praise, mommy kink, spanking, spreader bar

Word Count: 1.6k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @aemilia19 @wandsmxmff @maybe-a-humanbean

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"What's your safe word?" You were asked by the older woman straddling your hips.

"Pineapple," you shakily responded, slightly squirming your body in anticipation.

"Good. Remember that. Now bend over mommy's lap." She patted her tanned and toned thighs.

You bowed your head in submission before hurling yourself over the redheads lap with your ass lifted ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You're my little plaything tonight. My little stress reliever. You're going to be my own personal fucktoy until I feel better." Her cold hand found the cheek of your ass, and it took everything in you to deny the shiver that attempted to take over your body.

A hiss escaped your throat when the spanking first started, the sharp sting hitting you every few seconds that was followed by a small soothing rub to ease a bit of the tension.

Addison let out a loud sigh, allowing herself to let all of her stress out on you. Not that you cared, you would do anything for her. Anything for the woman who stole your heart.

You took spank after spank, allowing your body to be in complete submission to the older woman. You knew how much she needed this today. How stressed she was all day at work with little to no time to let herself relax.

That was, until the two of you got home and you told her to take her stress out on you. After all, you would rather it be on you and your body over her sharp words cutting into the brand new interns.

"You can be rougher with me, mommy." You whispered out to her with a small wiggle of your ass that had the redhead squeeze it tighter.

Even though you had a safe word, Addison still made sure to not get too carried away. After all, this wasn't just for her.. she still wanted to make sure it felt good for you. And it definitely did.

"Is that so?" She raised a brow that you couldn't see. "Is my sweet girl ready for me to let it all out on this pretty little body?"

"Yes, mommy. Please.." you tried to urge the woman on, "Use me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours.. all yours."

Fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling you up from her lap so you could face her. She admired the way your cheeks were already covered in a blush and she had barely even started with you.

"Then be my good little girl and lay down on the bed. Mommy knows exactly what she's going to do with you." She scrunched her nose with a sadistic smile and gave you a wink before letting you go, watching admirably as you scrambled onto the bed without hesitation.

Your head fell against the plush pillow while your eyes followed the fiery locks of your lover as she made her way to the walk-in closet. The dimly lit room was where the redhead left her special toys.

Toys she loved to use on you. Only you.

And the specific toy she brought out tonight was new. She figured now would be the best time to try it out and test your limits.

Your eyes widened when you realized what she had brought out with her. A spreader bar. A bar that would not only help hold your legs open, but to also keep them from closing. Something you often did when the woman made you come.

"That's right, mommy's got a brand new toy." She ran a hand down the long metal rod in a seductive manner before stopping at the edge of the bed.

You gasped when she pulled you towards the end of the bed by your ankle. She slid one into position, locking it into place on the bar before doing the same to the other.

"Safe word?" She asked once again.

"Pineapple," you answered.

She smiled deviously before pulling on the bar to spread your legs just a notch farther apart. "That's my good girl.. always my good girl." She cooed as she slid the bar again, spreading your legs as far as she knew you could go.

The redhead licked her lips slowly as her eyes scanned the glistening mess between your legs before bringing her lips to place wet kisses in a firm line up your leg.

"So perfect.." she mumbled between kisses, wasting no more time before swirling her tongue around your aching clit.

"Yesss," you whispered out.

Your body was tense as she started, your body unfamiliar with the restricted amount of movement you could make. You were pinned. Spread out. Completely exposed to your lover who lavished your cunt with meticulous strokes.

"Mmm, Addison." Green eyes glanced up at you, completely hooded and glazed over, and you had to force yourself not to buck your hips at the look.

Your fingers found her fiery locks, twisting and curling into her tight waves to keep her close to you. Her speed only increased with your movements, using her lips and tongue to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Close. So close." The redhead chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit that had your free hand clutching desperately at the soft sheets beneath you.

Addison's nails dug into your thighs, leaving crescent shaped indents into your flesh for her to enjoy looking at later.

Your head fell back, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through your body. Addison loved hearing every little sound you made, knowing she was the only one who could make those sinful noises come from you.

Once your legs shook and spasmed around her, she knew you were at your most sensitive, and took it upon herself to truly test just how much you could truly take.

"Such a good little toy you're being for mommy, letting me devour this sweet little pussy to make me feel better." She licked her bottom lip that glistened from your wetness.

"But it's not enough, I don't think mommy has had her fill yet," she smirked.

A surprised gasp escaped your throat when her hands returned to the bar and forcefully flipped you over and onto your stomach. Your body wasn't flat for long, as a moment later, your ass lifted high into the air when she bent your knees for you.

Your cheek was warm against the sheet, completely contrasting the colder air your lifted ass felt. But, chills ran through your body when a finger made contact with your upper back, tracing your spine down your body that forced your back to arch at the subtle touch.

"My gorgeous girl," the older woman cooed.

Her hand reached your ass once more, admiring the slightly crimson tint that was left from her previous spanking endeavors.

"Addison!" you whined out when a sharp slap hit the sensitive cheek of your ass.

It wasn't long before each cheek grew a shade darker as she spanked you roughly, each sharp slap burying your face deeper into the mattress and your body to jolt forward.

She was relentless with her movements, eagerly shoving two fingers into your tight cunt and forcing a hearty moan to reverberate off the walls around you.

"Oh, god!"

"You like that, babygirl?"

"Yes, mommy!" Your pussy fluttered around her slender digits that were thrusting dominantly inside of you.

She pressed her thumb against your button, rubbing your sensitive bud that had you screaming out the fiery redhead's name over and over again.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

"Don't worry, little one, mommy didn't plan on it. I need this just as much as you do," she said.

Addison brought her lips to your ass, biting the tender skin that sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body as her teeth pinched into your skin. Your pleas for her to do it again wouldn't dare be denied by your lover as she found a fresh spot on your cheek to leave another mark that was sure to bruise later.

The curve of her fingers and her relentless pounding had you spewing the most obscene phrases as you came around her fingers. Your body quivered, Addison holding you firmly by your hip to keep you from falling over.

"That's it, babygirl. You did so good for me." She cooed as her fingers slowed, your pussy tightening around her fingers making it harder for her to continue moving. "Took my fingers like the good girl I know you are."

You whined when you suddenly felt empty, while Addison sucked her fingers clean and admired the way your ass was covered in the most prettiest shade of crimson she had ever seen.

Your legs nearly buckled when the redhead released you from the spreader bar, the soreness from the longevity of your endeavors becoming prominent as you fell against the mattress.

"Aww, you poor thing." The metal bar clanked as Addison dropped it to the floor to focus solely on you. "Would my sweet girl like a bath?" she asked, pushing your hair away from your face to examine your flushed state.

"Mhm," you mumbled quietly with tired hooded eyes and a blissed out state of mind.

Addison smiled softly in response, her demeanor completely changing from stressed to loving at your tired state. Did she really fuck you that hard? She had never imagined you would take what she gave like a champ.

Of course she worried she would take it too far to cause your safe word to be used, but the adoration on your face as she took care of you in the bath afterwards gave her the comfort she was looking for.

And to her surprise, you would let her do it again, whenever she needed a bit of stress relief and you wanted a good fucking. It was truly a win-win for both of you.

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[twistedteatime]

Howling Witch Teaser 1

A/N: I'm at 82k and not done yet, but I feel like sharing a smidge. So I thought I'd give a teaser just over the first 1% of what I have so far. Keep in mind it's not really edited and subject to revision. (Also: if you notice a word that doesn't fit, like a he where a the should be or something like that: It's my keyboard. It's not the best. Let me know if you find any and I'll fix it.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC (3rd person POV)

Word Count: 861

Warnings: Talk of canon violent events? Nothing else that I can really think of. Not yet at least.

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Cedar. No, not quite. The conifers of the Timber were far too tall to be cedar, but their scent was closer to it than the massive redwoods they resembled. At least at the bottom. Their tufts at the top more closely resembled the dense firs of what had once been home.

They cast a comfortable shade over the forest floor covered in a thick carpet of moss and fern. Their limbs and branches blocked out the sun enough she didn’t need the sunglasses perched on top of her head pulled down over her eyes, but not so much that the ferns couldn’t grow. Just enough.

Birds nested and flittered about in the branches overhead. Their songs distant due to the height they resided in. Deer meandered through the ferns, looking at her warily as they chewed vegetation. They knew she was a predator, but they also knew she wasn’t hunting them.

She wasn’t there for that.

She was wasn’t there to hunt or to chase. She never was with this patch of Timber. Others, yes, but this one…no. This one was special.

The atmosphere weighed differently. It had a comfortable heaviness to it. The same kind an understanding mother’s hug had when it came close to crushing with care, warmth, and safety. Knowing it was needed.

It made the memories rattle against their bars in her mind. She was tempted to let them out. Yet the crunching of footsteps far too heavy to be a deer and the scent of another predator approaching stopped her.

“What is it Tanis?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at the tall, well-built, and muscular male that stood before her.

He was calm yet tense. At the ready. Bright amber eyes serious instead of playful as was their usual.

“We just got word. They’re bringing him out.”

“Where?”

“The States. DC.”

“When?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“Where’s Ruun?” she asked, locking the cages tighter.

“He’s in a conference call with Leadership. Your presence is requested. They’re expecting potential problems.” He answered and continued, “Maggie says she’s got something in The Eye about Insight, too. This could be it.”

“Rogers?”

“He’s the expected problem.”

She nodded and turned to start walking out, “Tell Ruun to triple my fees then get packed. Full. Tac, two suits, whole kit.”

“Alright. Other orders?” he asked and she nodded.

“I may regret it but tell Maggie to do the same. Ruun will stay in my stead.” She added and he nodded with a shrug of his brows.

“I really hope you don’t mean to put me at the mercy of Maggie flying something.” He said and she looked at him.

“I don’t mean to, but we’ll need her.”

“Anyone else?”

“Light detail, just you two with me. Heavier detail in reserve. We’ll need it for the aftermath…however it goes.” She answered and he nodded, listening as she detailed what to expect as they left the calm comfort of the Timber, lowering her sunglasses onto her face to block out the stinging of the sun.

It was time for her to hunt.

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“I know who killed Fury.”

That one sentence had stopped Steve long enough to listen. The Winter Soldier. An assassin with over two dozen credited hits over the past 50 years. A ghost story, yet what she said next made something in him squirm.

More than he already was.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from trying to track him down…it’s that whenever he appears…she follows soon after.” Natasha said and Steve looked at her, eyes narrowed in confusion.

“She?”

“Like I said…he’s a ghost story, but her…she’s something different. Something the intelligence community doesn’t want to acknowledge. Him? Most don’t believe he exists. Her? They don’t want to.” Natasha continued, glancing out the door before continued, “They call her The Howling Witch. She’s not human, Steve…not anymore. Rumors are that she used to be but she isn’t now. Some say she’s been active longer than he has, that her focus was on wiping out entire facilities but that it all changed around the same time he started cropping up. Some intelligence exists about her…but when I found it…it was wiped before I could even get through most of it.”

“That sounds like she’s important.” Steve said and Natasha nodded, “Does she show up to finish what he starts or to stop it?”

“Bit of both from what I saw…but if you ask me…I think she’s hunting him.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. All I got to see on those files was her codename, hit count, a huge block of black in the abilities and powers section, and a lot of fill in the blank descriptions of her encounters with him.” Natasha answered as she looked at Steve, “She’s definitely got sniper training…but as good of a shot as they say she is…she’s never shot at him to take him out. The reports always said she shot down those he was with…and they said she always shows up when he does…and she’s always gone when he is.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not but maybe we can get some answers by finding out what The Winter Soldier wants.”

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[angel-writes-here]

Coyote

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader

Synopsis: Jiyong meets a pretty bar tender with killer moves, and he decides she's his next conquest

Warnings: MDNI! SMUT AHEAD protected sex (Wrap it, friends) fingering, cursing.

A/N: Please be gentle I've never written smut before, so if it sucks I'm sorry! If Jiyong is ooc I'm sorry! Also Coyote Ugly has been up on my tiktok feed recently so that's the kind of vibe I was trying to go for, so I hope it's successful. Go watch the movie if you haven't! 🪽

The music thuds against the speakers, the room full of sweaty drunk people. Your pulse hammers against your chest as you run to and from each end of the bar, keeping up with orders and tabs; Friday nights were always slammed.

Bottles of liquor were scattered on the back shelf, the lights of the bar dim. Keeping up with orders was normally effortless, but tonight you could feel a pair of dark eyes watching your every. Single. Move.

Jiyong had spotted you from across the room, the way your hips rocked to the beat absentmindedly, the way your hair fell in your face when you would turn too quickly to take care of another patron, the way you would flaunt your skills by tossing the bottle in your hand before pouring a drink.

He hadn’t walked over to the bar yet, allowing his friends to get him drinks, but now that he’s seen you, its game on.

You can feel it, the stare, you just can’t place where it’s coming from, is it from the guy who’s clearly been flirting with you all night? The stranger who you’ve served 10 tequila shots to?

Jiyong stalks up to the bar, cool, calm, and calculated.

“What can I get for ya?” Your accent rings out. He smiles; it’s the most adorable thing coming from a woman who looks like sin.

“Another shot of whiskey,” his accent is clear even over the music. You nod and grab the bottle, flipping it for a little bit of a show and pour his shot. He downs it right in front of you and you smirk as you move on to a lady at the other end.

The familiar song begins to play and you hand your bar rag to your co worker and hop up on the bar.

You move flawlessly, hips swinging gracefully, body moving in a way that makes Jiyong’s pants feel just a little too tight. His eyes are glued to your frame as you perform the rehearsed dance routine for the fourth time that night.

When you bend down on the bar you lock eyes with him for a moment before swinging your head around, your hair following suit. You stand up quickly with a pounce of your boots against the wood beneath you. You turn around, shaking your ass to the crowd when your co worker soaks your all-ready small shirt with seltzer. You shriek before small fits of giggles take over and you continue your dance.

The song comes to an end and you make eye contact again with Jiyong as you catch your breath before coming down.

“That was fantastic, baby.” He inwardly cringes at his own pun.

“Thanks,” your smile is bright, warm and contagious.

“Another shot?” your chest is still heaving. He notices the way your shirt clings to you, the way the droplets slowly slide down the mounds on your chest.

“Yeah, I’ll have another.” You quickly pour a shot for him before once again moving on.

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The next night, you notice he’s back again with his friends, this time he hangs around the bar again.

“Nice to see ya again,” you tip your cowboy hat to him. He smiles genuinely, the alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet.

“You too,” he searches your clothes for a name tag as he draws out the last word.

“Y/n.”

God why does your name make his head swim?

“Jiyong,” he nods and you pour another drink. 

“That’s an interesting name,” you comment as you hand it off to the customer.

“’m from Korea,” he explains.

“That makes sense,” you chuckle.

“Same as you had last night?”

“Actually, I was thinking you could make me whatever your specialty is.” You smirk at his attempt to get to know you.

“Since it’s early,” you glance at your watch, “I’ll make ya a white Russian,” his stomach flips as your accent lets loose once again. You fix the drink before sliding it to him. He catches it and takes a sip. You wait for his reaction.

A slight grimace comes across his face before he looks between you and the drink.

“Not a coffee fan?” you ask with an air of assumption.

“Nah, it’s ok, but I bet you taste sweeter,” he smirks. Your cheeks flush slightly, working in a bar you were used to hearing the dirty lines and tricks of the trade, but normally you weren’t attracted to the men who said those things. But tonight, you are.

You let out a nervous sounding giggle as you pay attention to the next person.

He see’s the fluster on your face, he smirks to himself. He doesn’t leave the bar that night, the two of you talking in between customers, spending the night in each other’s company.

Another night, another dance. It’s the same old routine, just with a little flare. Your boots beat against the wooden bar again, your hands sliding up and down your body, before you lower yourself on all fours, this time making sure your new friend gets a good view of both your ass and chest.

He laughs as you shake your chest at him slightly and you bite your lip, his smile causing heat to pool in your stomach. Once the song is over you hop down and continue taking drink orders.

The end of the night comes and you begin to wipe down the bar.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he calls out.

“Nope, tomorrow is my day off.” He stops in his tracks, his friends going on without him, it’s just you, Jiyong and your other coworker not far from you.

“Well that’s a shame, tomorrow’s my last day here,” his frown in evident.

“That does suck. Maybe you’ll just have to come back and see me,” you wink flirtatiously.

“Or,” he begins carefully, “I could wait for you to get finished and I take you out,” his brow is cocked.

“Where are you going to take me at 3 am?” your smirk is sarcastic, playful.

“I hear the Waffle House is real hit,” he shrugs taking his seat at the bar for a moment.

“Boy, Waffle House,” your voice has an air sarcasm, “You sure know how to treat a lady.”

“Well we could skip the meal and go straight to dessert?” His offer is now bold as you watch his eyes not so subtly rake your body.

“To be honest,” you start and put the rag down on the table, “I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” you wink as you round the bar walking up closer to him. He grins.

“Let’s go,”

---

Back at his penthouse it’s a fight between your mouth and his. Both of you needy with lust and passion. This isn’t a normal routine for you, but something about him pulled you in like the tide of an ocean. His hands roam your body, teasingly at first, brushing over your clothed bosom, a small moan coming from your mouth. You feel his smirk against your lips so you decide to run your fingers over his torso, causing goosebumps to litter his skin.

The two of you break apart for a moment, long enough to for Jiyong to pull his shirt off. You barely have a chance to catch another breath before he’s back on you. You can feel the heat in your stomach, the anticipation and anxiety of sleeping with a man you just met all coming together.

He pulls you back to his bedroom, pushing you up against the wall.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he looks at your flushed face. His lips attach to your neck as his hand dips into your pants, feeling how aroused you really are.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he whispers dominantly in your ear.

“Then imagine how good it’ll feel when I really like it,” you say in his ear causing him to groan at the thought of you squeezed around him. He dips a finger into your core, curling it just enough to hit that spot that drives you insane.

This elicits a gasp from you, one that makes Jiyong chuckle darkly.

“Yeah, this what you want? Hm?” Your hips grind down at his words, desperate for friction. A whimper escapes your mouth as you claim his lips in another kiss.

“Fuck-ah-“ you gasp as another digit is suddenly added. Your head falls to his shoulder as your hips once again rock and grind.

“Be a good girl, fuck yourself,” he whispers and your eyes screw shut as you work your hips.

“Mm, so pretty,” he says as he feels your body clench.

“You wanna cum,” he coos and you can’t answer, too focused on the task at hand, feeling that coil of heat begin to build. He pulls his fingers away from you and you gasp.

“What the,” you’re about to protest before he sticks them up in front of his face and he slowly licks his fingers, a moaning type of groan erupting from his throat.

He pulls you to the bed, laying you down before discarding his pants. He selects a condom from his drawer, rolling it on. Your eyes widen at the sight and Jiyong smirks at your expression.

He hovers over you, looking into your eyes for any signs of hesitancy. You nod silently telling him to continue. He slowly enters, the feeling like nothing you’ve had before and you gasp, your back arching off the bed every so slightly. He moans resting his forehead on your shoulder. He sits there for a minute, allowing you time to adjust.

“Y/n, I need to move,” he whispers in your ear sweetly.

“Mhm,” you whimper before his hips begin to rock slowly.

“God you’re so tight,” he grunts.

“Harder,” you urge him while your fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. He brings his mouth to yours before obeying your words, hitting your sweet spot each time.

“God just like that,” you say against his lips. Moans, whimpers and explicit words fill the room. He reaches a hand down between your bodies rubbing small circles on your bud and your body begins to tense, that familiar sensation of coiling heat returns to your stomach.

“Fucking hell,” you say breathlessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you bite your lip as his hand moves faster and so do his hips.

“Come on baby, cum for me, show me how good I make you feel,” he says with his forehead on yours, hips moving almost impossibly faster.

“Oh, God,” your eyes screw shut as your body shakes, the waves of pleasure washing over you. Jiyong doesn’t stop, milking every bit of your pleasure out of you before he’s biting down on your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he whimpers as his own pleasure catches up with him, and he releases himself into the condom. The two of you stay still for a brief moment before he pulls out, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the trash.

He pulls you into him.

“God you’re perfect,” he says before capturing your lips. You giggle before kissing him back.

“Was that sweet enough for you?” you smirk brining up his dessert comment from back at the bar. He smirks before diving down to your slit.

“I need to be sure I get a good taste before I answer,” his tongue is out and licking up your mess before you can protest and your hips buck at the overstimulation.

“Ah, shit,” he smirks against your before continuing to taste you.

“Mmm,” he moans as he kisses his way up your body, “Yeah, definitely sweet enough."

[mykmi]

gym himbo

summary: some guy at the gym keeps fooling around and showing off every time he sees you around, so you two make a bet. genre: crack, fluff pairing: gym himbo!beomgyu x gn!reader warnings: none? tell me if there's anything!! a/n: this is just a small very light fluff, just for fun ;))) AND i am so grateful for all the responses to my latest post (headcanons) so i want to thank everyone for the support! i'm trying to catch up and post as much as i can, i hope i don't make you wait :((

the gym was unusually full - it's the first time you've gone to the gym this lately, almost 10 p.m. too many things were going on, so today you couldn't go any earlier. the squeaks of trainers, the sound of bars falling to the floor, and the frequent screams of some bodybuilders lifting extreme weights were filling the gym, but it was all muffled through your earphones.

you were on a break, scrolling through your phone and listening to a playlist nonstop. and suddenly, you hear a muffled voice near you and notice someone in the corner of your eye. you look up and see beomgyu, with his sleeveless t-shirt and long dark hair. he's grinning at you, waiting for your reaction probably, but you haven't heard any word.

“what?” you take out your earphone, breathing heavily. he leans in a bit closer and repeats:

“i've won the bet today, so i've won your number as a prize”, he smiles once again.

beomgyu's been hitting on you for two weeks now, and it's not like you turned him down. you were sometimes flirting and staring back at him, just for fun. he's been trying to show off and make some stupid jokes to get your attention every time he's seen you around. but you weren't sure about how serious he was, so you didn't want to actually give him the green light to ask you out on a date.

but now as there was a pretty obvious chemistry between you two, you couldn't deny that you also felt attracted to him. he was tall, broad, and handsome. moreover, he made you laugh so often like he knew exactly what to say. so you decided to spice things up and after the latest try of him getting your number you offered to make a bet - if beomgyu does the bench press with 30 lbs more than usual, you would give him your number.

beomgyu was standing still, waiting patiently.

“i didn't see it though”

he chucked at your response, and after a short pause, continued:

“then let's go and i'll show you”, he insisted and went to another section with many barbells. you followed him, greeting his gym buddies - taehyun and yeonjun, with whom you exchanged some jokes and news occasionally.

beomgyu used some sports chalk and started to get ready to lift the bar. and after a while, he laid down on a bench, breathing with his chest, and placed his hands on a barbell. taehyun went to insure him and positioned himself next to beomgyu's head.

and he did the bench press. three times, actually, just to shock you even more. you were in awe, to say the least. so little time has passed, how could he catch up so fast? beomgyu stood up, energized as hell, sweat dripping from his forehead, and came right to you.

“are you convinced now?”, he laughed at your surprised expression. you gulped and said:

“yes”, and he smiled, panting heavily. “so, can i get your number, please?” he babbled, almost not getting the words right.

“yes, you can”, you chuckled at his misty-eyed gaze. “give me your phone”

he rushed to the side, took his phone, unlocked it, opened the contacts, and handed the device to you. he watched you with the biggest grin on his face as you saved your own number in his phone and turned to his friends, silently throwing his fists to the air as a way of celebration. they quietly hyped him up.

“here, take it”, you give his phone back and smile at him.

as you were ready to leave, beomgyu blurted out:

“can we go on a date tomorrow?”

and that's where the fun started.

✉ thank you for reading ✉

[defilerwyrm]

I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

[silenzahra]

⚡ An electrical aura ⚡

Ah, it feels so good to be back with a new story after so long! 😌

As I mentioned here, in this fic you will find one of my favorite topics to consume in any kind of fanwork:

✨⚡ Protective Luigi ⚡✨

I would've liked to post this story a couple of days ago to coincide with Mario and Luigi's birthday (even though the story has nothing to do with the date itself) as a way of celebrating their bond as brothers that we all love and adore so much 🥹💚❤️

Still, I'm glad I can share it now as this is one of the many fanfics I've been planning to write... for more than a year 😶

And at long last, here it is! 😄

@pepperycar @bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @megamagimugi @peaches2217 @zocchini37 @itsavee4117 @multicolour-ink @dragon-fly34 @eleventhhourfactor @stripetkattelalala54-gf @kelbreyworshipper @doodleydoo101 @c-lavanda and anyone else who might be interested: hope you enjoy! 💖

And as always: you can keep reading under the cut if you'd like! 👇

(Please remember that likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome 🥰)

EDIT (29-3-2025): Should've edited this post earlier to add that I wrote a second chapter for this, this one from Mario's perspective, and it can also be found on AO3! ❤️

⚡ An electrical aura ⚡

TW: Blood, violence (not too much though)

Luigi doesn't like being separated from his brother.

It was hard enough having to leave him behind when he got sick to go in search of the antidote. Luigi swallows as he remembers how scared he was when he saw Mario's skin turn green after consuming that strange mushroom and how his feet practically flew to the Mushroom Kingdom embassy, carrying his twin in his arms, to take him to the princess and try to get him help.

This time, however, at least Luigi has the comfort and relief of knowing that his brother is safe, even if he’s not at his side.

The moment they came across that first barred door, Luigi immediately understood that his twin wouldn’t have a chance to follow him, that he’d have to go on alone and that Mario would have to find his own way. Luigi gave him a glance full of consternation and, for a very brief moment, his brother returned exactly the same look. Before, of course, forcing himself to hide it so as not to show discouragement in front of his little brother and, instead, give him a reassuring grin.

Luigi smiles to himself as a pleasant tenderness spreads across his chest and warms his heart. That's his big brother: always ready to appear strong and confident to protect his younger sibling and not to worry him, all with the purpose of preventing Luigi’s anxiety from getting any worse.

Looking around, Luigi puts his hands to his chest in some sort of reflex action, trying to keep the warmth that the thought of his brother brings up inside him. For, not to his luck, everything around him is ice and more ice. Joke’s End is an inhospitable, deserted, cold place. It certainly serves its purpose of functioning as a kind of graveyard for jokes, for while the other places in the Beanbean Kingdom that he and Mario have visited had much more cheerful names and were also full of life, this place is far from the mainland and, except for the monsters and that strange blue girl with the scepter that has greeted them, it’s also the loneliest place in the entire kingdom.

Luigi hugs himself as he continues looking at his surroundings with a parched throat and a sense of dread growing inside him. He’s never felt so alone in his entire life.

He only hopes that this ordeal is about to end. He followed the path marked by the place itself, hit the necessary blocks and battled alone against various monsters, despite the insecurity produced by not having his twin with him so that they could perform their combined attacks.

Not to mention the several occasions on which he’s been able to see Mario through a barred door without either of them finding a way to bridge the distance between them. All those times, Luigi has clung to the bars as if he could make them disappear in his fingers so he could finally be reunited with his brother, and Mario hasn’t hesitated to approach him and place his hands on his twin’s, gazing at him affectionately while he gave him words of encouragement and, again, smiles filled with confidence.

“Soon we'll be together, Lu,” he assured him, and Luigi could practically touch the certainty that permeated every word his brother spoke. “We'll soon find a way, you'll see.”

Despite his anxiety and his many insecurities, Luigi has never doubted Mario. He always believes in his promises, unquestioningly, because he knows that his twin wouldn't tell him if he didn't truly believe in them and if he wasn't willing to do everything in his power to keep them.

And he always does. Mario has never, ever failed Luigi. Not once in their entire lives.

Therefore, Luigi trusts. He trusts Mario blindly, just as he has since the day they were born, and he’ll continue to trust him until the day he dies.

So that's what keeps him going: the certitude that Mario's words will come true sooner or later. The assurance that everything his brother tells him is as true as the sun will always rise at the end of the darkest night and the light will shine again. Just as bright as Mario’s smile.

This time, whether they manage to reunite depends on a strange puzzle that, once again, they must solve by working together, even though they’re physically separated. This is not the first time, of course: when they’ve seen each other through barred doors, it’s been because they had to hit twin blocks in unison in order to activate different mechanisms, and there have even been times when they haven’t been able to see one another but have felt each other's presence through the thick walls of ice that make up Joke’s End.

As Luigi hits this last block, he hears a sound coming from outside. Both he and Mario have just crossed walkways that ran parallel to each other and converged at two different doors in the building, and they’ve helped each other to move forward until they’ve reached, at least in Luigi's case, a dead-end room. After hitting the block, Luigi retraces his steps towards the walkway he has just crossed and discovers that a frozen bridge has emerged between the two.

“Yes!”

Luigi can't and won't hold back the squeal of relief and excitement that bubbles up from his throat. Without wasting any time, he runs across the footbridge to cross to the other side and begins to follow the path that Mario must have taken. He wonders if he’ll bump into his sibling, if he too has started running, if he’s as eager as Luigi is to hold him in his arms. The smile on the younger plumber’s face widens, for he’s sure that Mario feels the same way. He’s about to join his big brother in a tight embrace, and this time, he won’t let Mario get away from him again.

Then, as he climbs up some latticed platforms, a high-pitched scream rings in his ears and is suddenly cut off.

Due to the surprise, Luigi almost stops in his tracks as he feels how the air escapes from his lungs and an icy fist grips his heart. And it has nothing to do with the cold prevailing in the place.

It only takes him a moment, however, to resume running, giving his legs more speed.

“Mario!”

He leaps over some ice blocks and manages to reach the next room. He skids across the ice when he realizes that he’s at a high location and that, to his right and left, there are two sets of steps leading down to the bottom of the room.

And down there, right in the middle, is Mario.

The blood runs cold in Luigi's veins as he discovers his brother lying on the ground, completely motionless, with traces of dirt on his clothes and a red stain crowning his forehead, his hat fallen just short of his head. With a horrified gasp, Luigi doesn't give it a second thought: he runs to the edge of the step, bends down and jumps, landing in a crouch a short distance from where Mario lays. He moves practically on all fours towards his twin, his heart pounding in his chest and his eyes so wide that he thinks they'll end up popping out of their sockets.

“Mario,” he mumbles in a nervous whisper.

He carefully places a hand under Mario's head and slowly lifts him up as he slides his knees under his body to try to give him some comfort. He pulls him closer as he continues to whisper his name, but his brother does not respond. There’s blood on his neck and one of his knees, Luigi notices. Feeling the anguish growing inside him, he examines the crimson stain on Mario's forehead, as it seems to be the most serious wound. His white glove is immediately covered in red. Wheezing, Luigi raises his hand in front of his face and stares at it, blinking in awe, as if his brain is having trouble processing what his eyes are seeing.

Mario's blood coats Luigi’s fingers.

The distress that floods him begins to transform, little by little, into something different. Something that causes small sparks of electricity to sizzle around him.

It is then that he becomes aware of their presence.

Luigi blinks a little to focus his eyes, as they’re blurry, he doesn't know why, and lowers his hand without any haste. He places it protectively on Mario's chest, which, fortunately, rises and falls, evidence that he continues to breathe, albeit slowly and heavily. Luigi pulls him a little closer to himself, his hand still holding his twin's head with extreme care. His breathing is getting more and more arduous and laborious, and his cheeks are getting wet, but he’s not even aware of it.

In front of him stand three of the many monsters that plague the place. Luigi has faced several of them before, both alone and in the company of his brother, so he recognizes them immediately. A Glurp, which spews toxic clouds that have on occasion poisoned him or Mario, causing his sibling to be extremely grateful for Luigi's efforts to carry extra Refreshing Herbs in their luggage. An Ice Snifit, whose spiky chunks of ice have frozen his soul and against which only his brother's Firebrand has been effective enough to eradicate its effects.

And lastly... a Clumph.

His green skin makes Luigi think of a nurse’s uniform. His purple hair reminds him of a bunch of grapes.

And finally... that huge club that he carries everywhere.

In all likelihood, this Clumph is the main reason why his big brother is lying unconscious in his arms.

Out of pure instinct, Luigi squeezes Mario a little tighter as his brow furrows. How dare that damned Clumph hurt his twin in such a way. How dare he stand there, in front of him, carrying his club on his shoulder as if he hadn't just dealt it with all his might on Mario's forehead. How dare he give him that goofy look with which he pretends to be completely innocent.

How dare he.

“How dare you,” Luigi mumbles without even being aware of it.

The particles of electricity around Luigi have increased in intensity and power. His breathing has accelerated so much that snorts escape from his mouth, and the hair on his arms has bristled under his green shirt. The plumber hears the roar of thunder, but he can’t tell where it comes from. He does take a glimpse of a glow that illuminates the place green, though. Without taking his eyes off the Clumph, Luigi reaches an arm over Mario to grab his brother’s hat and places it under his twin’s head as he lays him extremely gently on the ground. Then, taking his time, he stands up. His enemies don't miss his every move either, the Ice Snifit and Glurp ready to attack.

Luigi, however, is not going to give them the slightest chance.

His veins burn so much that he feels like he's going to explode at any moment. Rage has invaded every inch of his body and is spreading through his nerve endings like a thunderstorm that threatens to burst and destroy him in the process.

Luigi is more than willing to let it out.

He can't remember ever feeling this way, either before or after acquiring his Thunderhand, but he's not going to hold back. These enemies dared to touch his brother. They dared to attack him when Luigi was finally on his way to reunite with him. They dared to inflict Mario a wound that has robbed him of consciousness. They dared to spill his blood.

It will be the last thing they will do in their lives.

Anger controls his every move when Luigi unhurriedly steps over Mario's body and walks heavily towards his rivals, as if he were nothing more than a puppet in the hands of the strongest wrath. Although they try to look determined and ready to fight, the monsters sense the aura that surrounds Luigi, the aura of someone who is willing to do anything to get revenge, the aura of someone who will stop at nothing to protect what is most precious to him in the world.

An electrical aura that brings thunder at lightning in its wake.

As he walks, Luigi clenches his fists at his sides and rebellious sparks escape from them. He feels that both his mustache and his hair under his hat have bristled, and his cheeks are now so dampened that he feels them cold, but he doesn't care. He continues to move, his breathing harsh and uneasy, his heart pounding in his chest, and he feels an unexpected surge of satisfaction sweep over him when he realizes that his enemies, cornered, have bumped into the icy wall of the building surrounding them.

They have no escape.

Luigi's fury, on the other hand, does.

Growling under his breath, the plumber closes his eyes and allows the energy pulsing in his veins to take complete control.

His arms rise up, his palms pointing towards his enemies. Electricity courses through his body, surging from deep within him and rushing to his hands. Against all odds, a sense of warm calm invades Luigi as he feels his electric magic dance up and down, flooding every inch of his body, reaching every corner of his essence and causing a fleeting smile to play across his lips.

He has never felt so powerful.

Before the first streak bursts from Luigi's fingertips, his eyelids part, but there’s no trace of pupil in his gaze.

There’s only room for electricity.

Luigi's eyes are entirely white as his power begins, at last, to be released. Jets of light, sometimes blue, sometimes green, emerge from his hands, lethal, deadly, and it takes Luigi a moment to realize that he’s begun to emit a low snarl that, gradually, turns into a scream with which he frees all the emotions that boil inside him. The fear of losing his brother. The rage for what they’ve done to him. The thirst for revenge, which had never before blinded him so much.

In fact, Luigi realizes that everything he sees is white. An immaculate white, dotted with sizzling green and blue flashes, which prevent him from checking what his magic is doing, what his hands are causing. Nor is he able to perceive any sound, as if his ears were underwater, in a completely silent limbo that has cut him off from the outside world.

However, he quickly decides that he doesn't care. He doesn't care, because he feels invincible. He’s filled with fierce drive that fuels his power and begs him to go on, to not stop, to continue giving it free rein. The euphoria of the moment is so strong that it becomes addictive, something Luigi clings to with all his might.

It's all for his brother.

Mario deserves that and more. Mario deserves the whole world.

Despite Luigi’s blindness, which, he hopes, is temporary, the image of his twin appears clearly in front of him. His beloved Mario, always so cheerful and smiling, always ready to fight for those he loves, always ready for battle. Always determined to protect Luigi and spare him all harm, but also full of unshakable faith in his little sibling.

A faith that has always been Luigi's driving force throughout his entire life.

If it were not for Mario, Luigi simply wouldn’t believe in himself. If it were not for Mario, Luigi wouldn’t have learned to fight, both for himself and for those he loves. If it were not for Mario, Luigi would not be who he is today.

If it weren't for Mario, Luigi wouldn't be here right now.

So he's not going to give up. He’ll continue to defend his brother the same way Mario has always defended him. He won't let those damn monsters get close to his sibling again. He won't let them get a chance to hurt him again.

He won't let them get away with it.

However, as he unleashes all his power and his unstoppable energy travels through his body and gushes from his hands, Luigi empties himself. He empties himself of the fear of losing Mario forever. He empties himself of all his anger, of all his resentment against the beings who have dared to harm his twin. He empties himself of all his thirst for revenge.

And he empties himself, also, of his electric magic.

Which carries with it a great part of his vitality.

Luigi blinks several times as the sparks around his vision begin to dim and the blinding white gradually fades. Before he can see anything, however, he notices his knees hit the icy ground, his legs unable to support him, and he begins to become aware of the noisy panting he’s emitting. He closes his eyes again and squeezes his eyelids tightly shut as he brings a hand to his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart and regulate his rapid breathing. His entire body trembles violently, and he continues to see sparks, only, this time, there’s no trace of those green and blue flashes in them. All he sees is blackness and darkness.

A darkness so enveloping that it threatens to drag him into the deepest and most absolute unconsciousness.

Despite his exhaustion, Luigi can’t afford to faint now. This is no time to rest. He has to check what has happened while he was in that kind of electric trance, what has become of his enemies. He has to check in on Mario.

His brother needs him.

But the darkness is so tempting... What if he only lets himself be dragged along for a moment? Just enough to rest and regain his strength. Besides, his eyes are already closed. What's the difference if—?

“Lu?”

Luigi's eyelids flutter open as he lifts his head with a jerk. He only takes a moment to gaze at the frozen wall in front of him, empty, which makes him imagine that the monsters must have fled, frightened by the fierceness of his power.

But that’s not important now.

His head turns at lightning speed as he compels his exhausted limbs to move. In the midst of his wheezing, a wide grin blooms on his face as his eyes meet another pair, of the same limpid blue, gazing up at him in awe.

“Mario!” he exclaims.

Not wanting to waste any time, he propels himself onto the icy ground to stand up, only to drop to his knees again two seconds later, this time next to Mario. His brother watches him with half-opened eyes and a tired smile glistening on his lips as well. Luigi places a hand in his sibling’s hair, careful not to touch his wound so as not to hurt him more, and his heart fills with joy as he notices how his twin reaches for his hand.

When their fingers intertwine, they join with a force more sweeping than that of a hurricane and more intense than that of the most devastating thunderstorm.

“How are you feeling?”

“Was it you?”

The brothers share a few knowing laughs when they realize that they’ve spoken at the same time. They look at each other fondly, amused, and Luigi, feeling his heart calm at last, gladly gives the floor to his twin.

“I'm a little dizzy,” Mario confesses, his voice a faint murmur. “It hurts...”

He attempts to bring his free hand to his forehead, but Luigi gently restrains him.

“Don't touch it,” he asks, concerned. “You’re wounded, but I'm sure this will help.”

He begins to rummage in his pockets without letting go of his brother's fingers. He doesn't notice that his twin can’t take his eyes off him.

“Was it you, Luigi?” he asks again.

“What do you mean?” Luigi asks, pulling the fabric of his right pocket to try to get a glimpse of its contents.

“The electric shock,” says Mario. “I woke up and saw... Lightning bolts. Electricity. Blue... Green. And... I heard thunder.”

Luigi notices that his brother struggles to speak. Stressed, he begins to rummage in the chest pocket of his overalls, ignoring the fact that he feels exhausted too. Where the heck did he put them?

“Luigi.”

His twin's voice, tinged with a certain urgency, as well as the squeeze he gives his hand, cause Luigi to finally look up. He’s speechless when he notices the fixed, penetrating glance, bursting with curiosity, that Mario is giving him. He can’t help but be slightly startled and even blush, and immediately resumes his search.

“I-I don't know what happened,” he mumbles nervously, and he’s not lying.

“Lu, did you...?” Mario takes a few seconds to ask his question. “Did you just unleash a thunderstorm?”

As his fingers finally grab the 1-UP Super he was looking for, Luigi closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath.

The truth is that he has no idea what just happened. He only knows that several emotions swirled inside him the moment he saw Mario's blood staining his glove red, and that he experienced them in a more overwhelming and powerful way than ever before. He’s never felt that fire in his chest, that tingling in his arms, that sensation of being unstoppable that has taken over his soul and has demanded to gush from his hands with more force than ever.

Luigi had no clue he was capable of such a thing.

“Lu?”

Mario's voice urges him to open his eyes again. His heart shrinks in his chest as soon as he notices the lingering worry in his brother's eyes, not yet completely lucid, but enough to be worried by his silence. Luigi tries to smile and shrugs as he holds out the mushroom.

“It's nothing,” he assures his twin. “I'm fine, but you're not. Eat this.”

“Luigi.” Mario lifts his other hand to push away the shroom. “Tell me what happened. Please. What did I see?”

Luigi will never cease to be amazed that his brother, even with a bleeding wound on his forehead, can still display his innate strength. He knows Mario too well to know that he will never give up, that he’d still want to talk to him about what happened even if he were on the verge of unconsciousness. So, defeated, Luigi offers him a deal.

“Eat this,” he repeats, “and we’ll talk about it.”

Fortunately, his suggestion seems to appease Mario. After watching him for a few seconds, his brother eventually lowers his hand and allows Luigi to give him the 1-UP Super. Luigi knows how much his sibling dislikes the taste of mushrooms, but by now Mario has learned to tolerate it: he closes his eyes and swallows them almost all at once, and always lets out a little whimper of protest that warms Luigi's heart. Mario may be his older brother, he may be the bravest and most capable person he knows, he may have always protected him since they were little, but in some ways he still reminds him of a child.

And yet Luigi admires his sibling for being able to eat something he doesn't like. He struggles every time.

Within seconds, Mario's wound begins to heal. Luigi watches, dumbfounded, as the blood recedes and the skin practically regenerates, eliciting a small grunt from Mario that causes Luigi to squeeze his hand and stroke his hair in an attempt to comfort him. His brother purses his lips as he squeezes back, and Luigi smiles as he witnesses Mario trying to contain the pain and not show himself vulnerable despite the fact that, here and now, it's just the two of them.

To Mario's relief, the shroom soon completes its magic. With his forehead completely healed, Mario opens his eyes, once again glowing with his distinctive energy and vitality, and rests them on his twin. Luigi, however, is so relieved to finally see his older brother safe and sound that, as soon as he begins to sit up, Luigi throws his arms around Mario’s neck.

He doesn't even realize that he’s started to cry until he tries to speak and the lump in his throat prevents him from doing so.

Mario's laughter is like a balm that warms his heart. His brother laughs fondly and puts an arm around Luigi while he raises his other hand to pat him affectionately on his head. Still hugging him, Luigi smiles, and a strangled chuckle escapes his system as he swallows to try to quiet his crying.

“It's good to see you too, little brother,” Mario whispers.

He presses his cheek against Luigi's and Luigi closes his eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest. There's no telling where his smile ends and Mario's begins. He could stay like this forever, clinging to his sibling and feeling his twin's arms around him, providing him with a warmth more intense and comforting than that of the most blazing fire as they protect each other from any evil coming from the outside world.

Luigi needs nothing else to live.

After a few seconds, Luigi notices that his brother tries to pull apart from him to look him in the eye, but the younger plumber finds himself unable to stand up straight. His whole body feels strangely limp, as if it didn’t belong to him, and it’s impossible for him to do something as simple as opening his eyes.

Luigi then realizes that the fatigue caused by the force with which his electric magic has emerged from his body is causing the upper part of his body to slip to Joke’s End’s cold, icy floor, as both him and Mario are still on his knees, and he finds himself unable to break his fall. Mario's voice, full of alarm at his little brother’s condition, reaches Luigi’s ears muffled, and he just can’t make out his twin’s words. He does feel how Mario holds him tightly with one arm, trying to ground him, and Luigi finds himself clinging to him with what little strength he has left in his body. He rests his head on his twin's shoulder while he closes his eyelids, just for an instant, to rest for five minutes, nothing more.

For this reason he’s unable to resist when he notices that Mario brings something to his lips. Without hesitating, Luigi opens his mouth and allows his brother to give him what the green clad plumber immediately distinguishes as a 1-UP Super. He’s barely swallowed it when he begins to feel its effects: a small spark of energy springs up in his heart and starts to spread through his body in slow but intense waves, finally giving him back the vitality that the magnitude of his power had taken from him. Soon he’s aware of how Mario's arms support him while, in Italian, his brother whispers soft words of encouragement, waiting for the shroom to take effect with the little patience that Luigi knows his sibling has, but which he always displays when it comes to him.

Luigi lets out a small moan as he regains control of his body, holding on to Mario's shoulders to slowly sit up. He immediately hears his twin greet him as if he had just woken up, which, in fact, is not far from the truth.

“Hey,” Mario says softly, his tone full of gentleness. “Can you hear me, Lu? How are you feeling?”

Luigi notices Mario's fingers cupping his cheek and can practically feel the concern that tinges his voice. Still clinging to his twin's shoulders, Luigi hastens to smile, looking at him, and nods, wishing he could wipe all traces of worry from Mario's blue eyes in one fell swoop.

“I feel wonderful,” he declares.

His tone must be more convincing than he thought, because, in front of him, Mario's face begins to calm down: his frown relaxes, his eyes recover their usual spark, and a smile blooms on his lips that mirrors Luigi's, as if his brother were an earthly representation of the sun and he, the moon that feeds on his glow.

“Thank goodness,” Mario replies, giving him a gentle pat on the back.

Both his voice and his face are brimming with relief. Luigi instinctively closes his eyes the instant he notices how his twin begins to tilt his head towards him. Warmness bursts in his chest as his forehead meets his brother's, and the smile that spreads across his face at the contact is wide, serene and placid. Despite the ice that surrounds them, despite the coldness that reigns in the place where they are, far from any trace of civilization, Luigi could almost swear that never before, in all his life, has he felt more wrapped up in the warmth provided by the mere presence of his older brother.

When, seconds later, the twins separate, they give each other wide and calm smiles, both filled with joy at being together again. Mario's expression, though, gradually turns into one full of curiosity.

“So...” he says before patting Luigi's back again. “It was a thunderstorm, right?”

Luigi can't help but cringe a little. How is he going to tell Mario about something he doesn't even know how it happened? In fact... should he? What if his brother starts to see him in a different light? What if...?

What if Mario stops loving him?

“W-well...”

He doesn't realize that he's started to fiddle with his hands, as he usually does whenever he's nervous, until he feels Mario's palm, warm and pleasant, resting on his fingers before gently squeezing them. Raising his head, Luigi meets the equally sweet and affectionate gaze of his brother, radiant with all the love he feels for him.

The sight is more than enough to soothe Luigi’s racing thoughts.

“Lulu,” Mario says, still smiling, “you don’t have to be ashamed. What you did was amazing!” he exclaims, chuckling smoothly as his eyes sparkle with excitement. “You unleashed a thunderstorm all by yourself, little brother. Do you realize how incredibly powerful you are?”

Luigi stares at him in silence for a few seconds, trying to process the reality of his twin's words.

Or, he corrects himself, trying to process the fact that Mario doesn't seem at all horrified by what his younger sibling just did.

“In fact,” Mario continues before Luigi manages to come up with a response, “you're so powerful, Luigi, that not only did you get me to wake up even though I had just been hit in my head, but you made the monsters run away. Or at least,” he adds as he looks to and fro, “I don't see them anywhere.”

Looking at Luigi again, Mario winks at him as he holds both of his brother's hands in his, Luigi's fingers resting on his left palm while his right continues to tap him lightly. Luigi blinks slowly and closes his mouth at last, for he wasn't even aware of having it wide open. A shy smile begins to bloom on his lips.

“They fled like cowards in the face of the bravery and courage of my mighty little brother,” Mario then says, imprinting his voice with a proud tone that causes Luigi's smile to widen and his cheeks to start burning. “Do you hear me, monsters?” Mario suddenly shouts, turning again to one side and the other, and grabs Luigi's wrist with his right hand to raise his younger sibling’s arm in the air. “Don't even think of coming closer if you don't want to suffer the wrath of the Green Thunder!”

Luigi can't contain the laughter that escapes from the depths of his soul at the nickname his brother has just bestowed upon him, as well as his enthusiasm when boasting about him and the vigor with which he shakes Luigi’s arm. Luigi doubts that any monster is going to be scared by that, but, maybe, just maybe, what he just did is not... bad. Maybe his power has gotten out of his control, but, after all, he hasn't caused any harm.

And, besides, he’s achieved his purpose: to keep those monsters away from his big brother and prevent them from ever having a chance to harm him again.

When his laughter starts to fade, he notices that Mario was laughing too. Now he looks at Luigi with eyes sparkling with affection, and the younger plumber returns a radiant smile that he hopes will convey the same feeling to his brother. Seizing the fact that he’s still holding him by one hand, Mario begins to pull him up and they both stand up at the same time. Mario, however, doesn’t let go.

“Thank you for protecting me, Lu,” he says heartily, giving his fingers a little squeeze.

Luigi can't help blushing and massages the back of his neck with his other hand.

“You always protect me,” he replies, shrugging, “and besides, I don't even know what I did...”

“What do you mean?” Mario sounds both intrigued and confused.

“W-well...” Luigi takes a few seconds to try to find the right words. “I don't know what happened, Mario,” he declares, looking him in the eyes. “I just know that I saw you lying there, and you were bleeding, and...” He sighs, looking away again. “My Thunderhand took control. I didn't even know it was capable of creating a thunderstorm,” he admits, dejected.

Luigi drops his shoulders and massages his arm with his free hand. Mario still holds his other hand, but Luigi senses that it's only a matter of time before his brother lets go and walks away. Surely he doesn't admire him so much anymore. Surely he doesn't see him in the same way anymore. Surely...

“Then,” Mario's voice interrupts the torrent of his thoughts, and a new squeeze on his fingers causes Luigi to turn to him once more. Mario's warm smile disarms him completely. “Maybe we can find a way together that you can do this while maintaining control.”

At first, Luigi isn't sure he fully understands what his twin is referring to. It takes a while for his brain to register what his twin means: that Luigi should learn how to be in control in case he needs, or wants to, create another thunderstorm in the future.

It hadn't occurred to him that there might be a way.

“You’ll see how they will call you Green Thunder then,” Mario adds, amused, and gives him a gentle punch on the shoulder.

Luigi chuckles at his joke, and an idea suddenly comes to his mind.

“Do you think you could do something like that with your Firebrand too?” he asks, curious.

This time it's Mario who stares at him dumbfounded.

“Well... I hadn’t thought about it,” he admits, putting his hand to his chin and tapping his finger pensively.

“Then that’s one more thing we have to research,” Luigi suggests, suddenly filled with a determination that only Mario could have infected him with. “What do you think, big bro?”

“Fair enough, little bro” nods his sibling, giving him another wink.

With no need for words, the two break contact in unison, only to raise their arms and high five. Luigi laughs, feeling not only relieved that Mario still loves him the same way, but pleased that they’re going to further investigate both his electrical power and his twin's igneous magic. He hopes to come up with an appropriate nickname for Mario and his Firebrand in the process.

“I guess we'll have to get out of here first,” Mario adds jokingly. “Let’s-a go!”

“Okie-dokie!”

And, together again, they set off.

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

The fun continues with three currently airing gems, a new show entering the fray, and an animated story so good I am reading a manga to keep up with it. Four of these are on Gaga and one is coming to us via fan sub. Jump on in to the weekly watch, we're having so much fun and not feeling at all overwhelmed by the deluge of amazing content! *chuckles nervously*

Takara's Treasure

I continue to love this quiet little show. This week I desperately wanted someone, anyone, to answer Taishin's earnest questions. He is doing his best to figure this out but no one is helping him! I like that despite wanting him to figure out his feelings for himself, Takara continues to reach out to Taishin to let him know his attention is welcome. This week we also met Emiri, an instant fav who taught Taishin all about stanning. I appreciate that this show joined other recent jbls in making a clear distinction between being a stan and being in love. Real love is not fanaticism, and the former is what Takara seems to want from Taishin--once he's ready.

I Hear the Sunspot

Ugh this show just gets me right in the heart. As I hoped, we got to sit with Taichi this episode as he worked through his confusion and worry about Kohei. It makes sense for Kohei to back off in the wake of his ignored confession, and it also makes sense that Taichi didn't hear him (metaphorically). And even after having it repeated in a way he can't misunderstand, he still doesn't know what to do with it. He just knows he likes Kohei and wants to be around him, and he seems okay with just leaving it at that for now. I loved, too, that we got to spend time with Kohei as he's coping with his worsening condition and get to know his mother, who is a delightful person who loves Taichi just as much as her son does. I'm so glad we are getting to see this story told properly in full in such a great adaptation.

Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko

Finally, the truth!!! Ayaka is a menace and Hiroko is fighting for her life. Like hanging out with a niece, my ass! Most of the office misinterpreting Ayaka's behavior as crushing on Yuya instead of Hiroko continues to be hilarious, as are all Hiroko's friends trying to push her to cross the line. I was sad to learn that Risa has her own unrequited love going on; I want all the girls to end this story happily! I did love their conversation about identity, and that the show gave some space for Ayaka to consider whether lesbian is the right label for her. Checking out the lesbian bar together was a great way to test things out, and I was dying at the other girls hitting on Ayaka. Can't wait to see what happens next now that Hiroko has no more denial to cling to.

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Shoutout to @isaksbestpillow for picking this show up, because it’s an instant fav! Ishida and Mitsuya are fantastic characters, and man are they GAY. This is a food drama and a story of queer men of different generations seeing something unexpected in each other and forming a surprising bond. I was pleasantly surprised by how immediately the attraction and sexual tension arrived in this story, and I want to know so much more about Mitsuya and why he seems to be holding a desperate sadness alongside all his wisdom about life. Very excited to see these two nourish each other. You can find Sirii’s subs here.

Twilight Out of Focus

I don't watch anime (do not @ me, many have tried), but @bengiyo liked the story for this one enough that he told me I can’t skip it, so I am reading the manga along with the show. And I gotta say, I loved this first story with Mao and Hisashi (this is a multi couple series so not sure how the next one will go). Ben is on vacay so I'm tagging @twig-tea to talk about the episode that aired this week.

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Hiii, hope you're doing well.

We've really really missed you’re writing please tell me there's more projects you're working on?

No pressure ofc, i just missed your writing

Hope you're okay x🫶🏻

Thank you for the kindness, I have been in serious need of it lately.

I promise that I have missed you all so, so much just as much as you have missed me. Life has just gotten in the way of so much and it has made things difficult for me. Not gonna make excuses because that isn't me. I also promise that I have not stopped writing though, it's just been a hell of a lot slower than it was.

I have several projects coming down the line, I am just trying to kind of have a few things ready before I start posting so that I can set up a more steady flow of work. Cause if you think I'm going anywhere, you're wrong. I am still wanting to make all our Simon Riley fantasies come true.

So, how about a little excerpt from a piece that I'm working on to tantalize?

This is from a fic that will be titled: Closing Time. It's a friends to lovers piece and this is the moment that everything goes down.

Those full lips of his ghost themselves over your own until the proximity makes you tremble from the seduction and your eyes flutter shut a moment as let yourself succumb to the anticipation of when exactly he will break the distance. He waits on baited breath until your eyes slowly flit back open and your gaze meets his before he finishes his thought. “I wanna make ya mine so fuckin’ bad, luv.”

A smile crosses over your mouth as you hold his longing stare. You know he’s giving you an out, a way to step away if this isn’t really what you want, but from the moment your lips met back at the bar, there was no turning from this. “Then what are you waiting for?” you ask in the softest whisper as you can almost taste his breath from the proximity.

You hear the deep breath he intakes before all at once he leans into you in a frenzy, not able to hold back that overwhelming tension for another second. The grip from his large hand palming through your hair is strong and keeps your head safe as he shoves you both into the wall, his firm torso pressing tightly into your curves as the brunt of his need and months of pent up longing is forced upon your lips with a feverish intensity that makes you instantly lose yourself as explosions like fireworks light up inside your mind.

Over and over he captures your mouth with aggression until your lips start to burn from the friction the harder he presses into them. You try to draw in air, but his frenzied advances on your mouth makes it almost impossible to breathe; still, you wouldn’t let him pull away even if he tried. The sparse dusting of brown stumble along his jaw pricks your cheeks and the skin around your mouth as the taste of the whiskey that he had just downed for courage floods the inside of your mouth from his breath and it hits your tongue with its sharp bite.

Your own hands decide they need to explore the man currently devouring your lips and you run up the back of his muscular neck to the bottom of his mask only for your fingertips to be met with cropped hair at the back of his head. The feeling of your fingers brushing over the short strands near the nape of his neck makes him shiver as the pleasure of the act snakes down his spine and you sigh into his mouth.

Lt. Riley is completely and utterly captivated by you…and he needs more.

Stay tuned my dears because we have got some good things coming. You can count on it!

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo

The dad Fyodor anon

Descending from the sky with a request on this fine…. Well it’s night technically but

Ok you get it

You said you write modern AU’s

I have a few in my brain but rn I’m gonna go with the clearest one

You know the kind of stuff I always request

How about Dazai modern au as a young father?

Just him being young (maybe like early 20’s or 19 or something but young, you can pick) and he has a partner. But his partner had become pregnant unexpectedly. And after a really rough and confusing 6 or 7 months, they eventually settle on staying together and his partner wanting to see the pregnancy through (tho they don’t know if they’re gonna keep the child)

Tho ultimately, when the child is born, and Dazai gets to actually hold them, it’s different. And they do decide to keep the child

So basically that happening and Dazai trying to get his life on track so he’s not an absolutely awful father

You can choose if the port mafia is still a thing in this or not if you want more drama

And if Dazai is trying to either get out or work more to be more responsible

And if he turns to Oda for help. And if he was originally considering asking Oda to raise the child because he’s afraid he couldn’t

Essentially just young dad Dazai trying his best

Btw if you’re interested in other kinds of AU requests just lemme know. And maybe I got some Fyodor ones in my brain….. 👀

Happy late holidays friend

“We are Young and We Don't Care ♡⁠˖” - Dad!Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Minimally proofread, Modern AU, reader is afab but gender neutral

Description; Dazai accidentally knocked up his partner, and even hours before the kid is born it's still a mystery whether or not him and his partner will keep it. But things can change, even within seconds.

A/n; Welcome back!!! This ask is cute, I hope I did it justice! Also feel free to drop the new Fyodor ideas ASAP please and thank you 😞🙏💯 Happy late holidays!!

★ Dazais immediate first thought would be to hand over the child to Oda, unsure of his fatherly abilities

★ The reality of fatherhood actually hits him when he holds the baby for the first time and he sobs.

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D/n - Daughters Name

Dazai sat at the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass around. Oda sat next to him, fidgeting with a scrap of paper he found in his pocket earlier that day. "So, what'd you wanna talk about?" He asks Dazai with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're runnin' from responsibility again." Oda says, only half serious. Dazai sighs and chuckles quietly, turning to look at Oda. "You know me really well. My partner is pregnant, and I wanted to know if you could..." He trails off at the end, feeling a bit of guilt weighing on his heart. "Take it?" Oda finishes Dazais sentence, being met with a nod from the brunette man. "Yeah. I don't think that I'm ready to be a father, and I'm not leaving my partner, that would be shitty." His gaze wanders towards the windows, the sills covered in a thin veil of glistening snow while flakes fall from the clouds overhead.

"And why is that?" Oda turns his body to face his companion better while resting his head against his fist. "C'mon, you know I'm just not father material. I don't know how to take care of a kid, nor do I know how to bond with it." He tells. His right hand rests on his knee while the other grasps the short whiskey glass by the rim, the orange light from the candles cascading an incandescent glow onto his skin. His cheeks and nose are still slightly red from being exposed to the cold, winter chill of the dark city even though he had gotten inside five minutes ago. "You just sound unwilling to learn, if you ask me." Oda replies. His hand moves from his cheek to run his fingers through his shirt, ginger hair while his statement makes Dazai reflect for a moment. "I don't think I'm able to learn." Oda shakes his head immediately. "You're always able to learn. You just don't want to. I can teach you how to take care of a child, even if you'd still rather hand it over to me." He says, his stubble slightly pricking the back of his hand before he takes a sip of his drink. Dazai sighs with his shoulders slumped, but he eventually nods in agreement. His stubborn personality has a tendency to soften whenever it came to Oda.

Oda started giving Dazai lessons whenever he was able to on how to deal with children, especially newborns. He taught Dazai how to how to hold them correctly and how to swaddle them, amongst many other essential skills for having a child. It took Dazai a couple hundred tries to get the swaddling down, but he was a natural at the multi-tasking part. He could carry around one of Oda's kids in one arm and make a bottle with the other without problem. He was also pretty good with making children laugh, even without trying. Oda taught him how to bathe and change a newborn and told him when the child could have things other than formula or breast milk. He was doing a real good job at shaping Dazai up into a, at the very least, prepared father. Although with these acquired skills, he still had his doubts and second thoughts.

Even as he's sitting in the hospital room with you and all the medical staff, his stomach continues to turn with indecision. He's stuck in a daydream, to keep the child or not to keep the child, that was his only question in the moment. He was so far gone that he barely registered the sound of cries coming from the newborn, but when he did he immediately snapped back into reality. His eyes darted around the room looking for the baby until they landed on her, laying on your chest. Your smile was contagious and Dazai couldn't help but unexpectedly choke up at the sight of the baby. The way you softly shushed her and pet her head made his heart swell. He immediately stood up and reached over to caress her as well, biting back his tears of happiness. He didn't understand how something he considered giving away made him feel this way, so happy.

When the nurses took the baby for the physical assessment, he frowned and reached for your hand. "We're keeping her, I don't want to give her way." Dazai says to you, kissing your forehead. "You did so good." He mumbles against your skin. You thank him and lean back, exhaustion overcoming you. "Good, I'm happy you want to keep her, too." A small smile makes its way to your face. He returns it and stands with you while you wait for the nurses to bring the little girl back. His hand rests on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. His eyes light up like no other when he sees the nurse bring your baby back and he almost immediately reaches his arms out to pick her up and take her. His breath hitches and he stares at her sleeping form, unaware of the tears in his eyes until one falls down his face and onto d/n's baby blanket. He bites his lip once again, making them all the rosier as he sniffles and leans down to kiss her forehead.

The sight makes your heart flutter; you really did think Dazai would want to give her away, but he clearly changed his mind. An even bigger smile creeps onto your face when you hear him whispering to her, his dark brown bangs falling infront of his face. "I love you so much! I'm so glad to have you here, you're gonna be daddy's little partner in crime, huh?" You couldn't help but giggle with happiness. You knew neither you nor Dazai would be the perfect parents, but he really seemed like he was gonna try his damnedest for you; for your daughter.

[dragon-snoots-a-boopin]

You guessed it, time for another game rant! This time is going to be about Bullshitlands 2, I mean, Borderlands 2. Now, it was sometime last year I played and did an angry rant about the first Borderlands game with the hope that the things that really angered me in that game had been dealt with in this game.

I can confidently report that no, none of those things were fixed and in fact were all there. Let me tell you my four hours of experiencing Borderlands 2 for the first time.

The first question I'd like to ask is why do they think that making the beginning of the game so damn difficult a good idea? That's where the players first impression of the game happens, if they are a new player, like I am. This game does not and has not left a good impression on me. After an hour, with my commando at level 4, I already wanted to give up on this game. This is because of several factors, the first being constantly running out of ammo. Now, before you ask/say it, yes, I am scavenging for ammo like one is supposed to. The problem is that I am running out during firefights and bossfights, times it is not convient to have to run around and look for more because I am getting shot to pieces.

Speaking of combat, the enemies seem to have pin point accuracy no matter where I am. Even with more time played, I drew the same conclusion that cover is basically useless as enemies will just run around or find some sort of point to be able to hit you. However, running in and trying to shoot everyone as quickly as possible isn't viable either as that will result in dying quickly. Shields are also seem to be basically useless as the enemies can just chew right through them and your health bar quickly that they may as well as not had shields at all. I didn't start having a little less of a difficult time until I figured out how to deploy my deployable turret and that is a small decrease in the difficult time pool. Boss fights are just pure bullshit all the time. Took me two attempts on Boom Boom and like six or so attempts on the Flint which is so damn stupid that it took that many attempts. I didn't even get good shit from either of them, like it's all big fucking waste of time.

The game is also just as unbalanced as the first one that there's just so much bullshit going on. When I was level 7, I went back to an area for a sidequest I had forgotten about. The enemies in that area were level 4 and yet they could just clobber through my shields and health like nothing! How the fuck is that fair exactly? Add to that when I actually got all the required items for the quest, I could not find either of the two people that I can choose to turn the quest into.

The level scaling really just adds to the bullshit. If I'm level 8, so are the enemies. You also want to be sure that your guns are at the same level as you or like maybe one level lower and that is really the problem. The first time I hit level 7, I still had level 5 guns because you have to rely upon RNG as to what guns drop and what level they are. playing this game is like a constant anger and frustation induced headache that I just do not understand how people like this game so much. I fail to find it fun because I am so upset and angry anytime I play it. I'm not sure yet if I am ready to fully give up or try a little more but, all this still stands for me. Even if I do keep going, I have a feeling something down the line will cause me to give up and when that does happen, I will not be trying Borderlands 3 or Pre-sequel as it's just gonna be more of the same bullshit. I may try Tales From The Borderlands because it's a Telltale game and those game have never let me down. Borderlands as a series can just go fuck itself with how needlessly difficult, unfun, unfair, unbalanced with no difficult options and that is just my experience and opinion on the game.

[shadowmaat]

Someone Else's Choice

Corrie Week Day 3- You Shouldn't Be Here

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"You shouldn't be here, clone! This bar's for workin' people, not freeloaders!"

Hound had taken note of the drunk earlier, but hoped he'd be able to avoid a confrontation. Ah well. He took a sip of his cider, using the moment to get a better look at the Tholothian in the mirror behind the bar.

Tall. Broad. Facial markings indicated they were part of the Delvers Guild, those who "dove" into the lowest levels to retrieve scrap and any other salvageable goods they could find. You had to be fearless to do that over and over; Hound didn't envy them.

The smart thing to do would be to apologize and leave. He'd done it plenty of times before; all the Guard had at some point. Even the frontline troops had been driven out of places.

But he was tired and frustrated after a long shift. Grizzer had eaten something off the ground and gotten the shits so bad he'd had to take her back for Nudge to tend. All he'd wanted was a drink and a meal before hitting the rack. But now there was this. Again.

"You're right," he said, putting his bottle back on the bartop. "I shouldn't be here."

The Tholothian blinked at that, clearly having expected an argument.

"Yeah!" they said. "So why don't you get your sorry ass outta here and go back to your pampered suite in Republica?" A finger jab emphasized the command.

Hound turned on his stool, regarding the drunk up close. They stepped back, fists half-raised and ready for a fight. The other patrons watched to see what would happen.

"We only have barracks in the Guard," Hound said, keeping his tone light. "But you're right, I think they were suites at one point until the government came in and stripped everything down to the 'crete to make room for us. They even took the windowsills." He couldn't quite hide his smile. It was a long-running joke in the Guard that there hadn't been a single rug or rivet left behind for them. And there were outlines in the faded paint that showed where the windowsills had been.

The Tholothian scowled at him. "If you think I'm gonna feel sorry for you-"

"No, no, I understand." Hound shook his head, still using his Friendly Voice. "We've come in and taken over places we don't have a right to, and taken jobs that could have gone to hard-working citizens."

The latter was an outright lie, but it was one that a lot of people believed and denying it only made folks angrier.

"But the thing is, we don't have a choice."

The Tholothian scoffed, spitting out an insult in a language Hound half-recognized. Others nearby were also muttering under their breath.

"You have a job, right? Delver?" Hound gestured at the person's tattoo. "That's a tough thing to do, but it's honest work and you get paid well for it when the delving's good, yeah?"

The Tholothian puffed up with pride. "Ten years in the Guild. Three dives in Dacho."

Hound didn't need to feign being impressed. The Dacho District had been the scene of a catastrophic industrial disaster, and even millennia later was rumored to be dangerous and possibly even haunted.

"Now imagine you didn't get paid for it," he said. "Even Dacho. Instead you get food vouchers to be used at an approved list of places that might take them if they're in a good mood. You get forms to fill out if you need to replace your gear. And you can barter for anything else, as long as it isn't categorized as Guild property, which includes your toothbrush."

He was bordering on sedition at this point, even if it was all truth as recording in public record. If anyone caught vid of this and reported him he'd be dead even before Fox could kill him. But as futile was it was, he had to try and make someone listen. Just once.

"My tooth- Hey, I bust my ass for that shit and put my life on the line! I'm gonna get paid my fair share!"

"You're right. You will. And I celebrate you for it." He raised his bottle in salute and took a last swig of his cider. It had gone warm, but it was time to be leaving anyway.

"If you'll all excuse me." He slid off his stool, careful not to make any sudden moves. "Our friend here is right; I should leave you all in peace."

He dug into one of his pouches and scooped out the handful of coins he'd salvaged from the change tray of a vending machine in the Senate. He placed them on the counter next to his cider. There was a small circle of silence around him, watching his every move.

"I hope you all have a good evening." He gave them a Jedi-like bow and headed for the door. Sweat trickled between his shoulderblades, but no one tried to stop him. Fuck. He should have just kept his mouth shut and left like he was supposed to.

As the door whooshed closed behind him, he heard the Tholothian's voice raised above the background noise of the bar.

"What th' fuck d'ya mean I can't trade my fuckin' toothbrush?"

[jeffsparasite]

Over again (KimChay one shot)

I was looking at the man on the stage with shiny eyes. This wasn't a spark of excitement or interest but of forming tears, even though I wouldn't be able forgive myself if I let them fall down my cheeks once again because of him, I couldn't hide their presence. Kimhan looked at me, I knew about it but I didn't understand why. Why did he sing this song? Why does he looks so sad after all he did? Why does it feel like he regret that things went this way? Why? Why? Why!?

Isn't it enough for him to break my heart so cruelly!? Why is he digging into my wounds once again!? Does he wanna play with me and my feelings once more?

The thoughts were running in my head with the speed of light. I felt like the time has stopped for a moment when our gazes met. My heart has surely skipped a beat back then. I'm sure that it was ready to pop out of my chest any second.

My eyes wide open as I once again realised just how much Kim has always meant for me. It hit me again today. In this little bar with a little stage. It was all so small...yet it was one of the the most meaningful moments for me.

That's incredible that one single person, one single guitar and one single song sang in an old little bar at the outskirts of the city could change my life so much. I was pretty sure that our story ended long ago...that day when we both were standing in front of the Main family's residence. I wasn't supposed to see Kim ever again.

Yet here he is, standing in front of me, staring straigt into my soul singing our song...at this moment I already know. I already know that I've lost.

I did at the moment when I agreed to meet. He said he wanted to talk and he knew damn well that I can't refuse.

What have I thought? That I'll be able to resist him? His hyptotising gaze which is now scanning me from head to toe? His long hair that now are softly cupping his beautiful face drowned in the light of the setting sun? His low yet smooth voice which brings me so much comfort even now as he sings?

I was just dumb. 

I hate him. I hate Kimhan. I want him to disappear from my life...

I wanted to say these words knowing that I mean them so bad right now. But I'm unable to. Especially when Kim slowly comes closer to me. I can't even walk out, not when he's already standing in front of me, looking into my eyes with that weird look on his face. My body froze, I'm dizzy and I don't know what to do until a small voice brings my consciousness back to Earth.

"I'm sorry"

That was Kim.

Chay wanted to melt at the soud of these two words but he had to keep calm. He also couldn't forget what Kimhan did to him and how bad it hurt. Chay was repeating all this in his head all the time but he was slowly giving up as Kim continued

"I know that I fucked up.. I was an idiot for letting you go so easily...Please...Can we start over?" He asked looking at latter with hope in his dark, sparkling eyes.

At that moment Porchay really thought that Kim is sincerely sorry for what he did...but even thought...he didn't know what to do so they just stared at each other a little longer.

No one was complaining. Kim was finally able to see the one he loved after so long...his long lashes, adorable beauty mark on the side of his face, huge brown eyes lurking from uder cute bangs and his plump lips which always tasted so sweet. He couldn't help but to blush a little as he admired Chay's charming features. Oh if they could just forget about the past and kiss until they can't breath. Could they do it if Kim told him who he was earlier? Or if he didn't walk away pushing Chay out of his life that one day? He wasn't sure about the past but he knew one thing. He have to try now. Try to win Chay once again. He already realised long ago that he can't live without him, he can't sleep nor focus and is always zoning out thinking about what is the latter doing. Is he safe? Did he sleep well? Did he get into the music faculty as he wanted? Did he thought about Kimhan sometimes? Does he miss him just as much as Kim?

He wanted to ask all these questions at once. 

Right now. 

He wanted to know everything and wanted things to be the same as before.

But all he could do right now was wait for an answer for the only question that he was brave enough to say out loud.

"Can we?"

He repeated unsurely trying not to sound like he's forcing Chay into anything.

"It's not that easy Kimhan." Chay wanted to look stern and cold which wasn't easy with his appearance.

But Kimhan knew that he was trying.

"I can't forgive you that easily..." Chay continued.

"I know that I acted like a total idiot...I'm really sorry because of that...It's probably too late to apologize now but-"

"It's never too late to say sorry. The thing that you realised your mistake and decided to change is important" Chay interrupted.

Kim's eyes sparkled with hope for a second before he heard the rest.

"It doesn't mean that we can go back to what we were before though...yet"

Somehow, Chay's statement gave him some kind of encouragment once again, so he quickly asked another question.

"What can I do to earn your forgivness then?"

"I don't know... maybe explain to me why you did all that?" Chay sounded a bit sarcastic which made Kim chuckle a bit at his attiude.

"Why are you laughing?"

Older blushed at this comment not knowing how to respond.

How could he say that he's just happy because he can see the love of his life talking with him after so long and trying to trust him again?

"Sorry I'm just happy that I didn't run away like a coward again..."

Chay looked at him confused. Kim was never laughing like that nor he was blushing or saying so clearly what he meant which was the reason for his suspiciousness.

He didn't want to admit it but he felt something warm in his chest after seeing this smile though, which made him crave for the past to fade away as fast as possible so they could finally find peace in each other's arms not caring about the rest of this cruel world.

They both shared the same dream right now but none of them wanted to admit it by saying it out loud. They were too scared thinking that they can make things even worse.

After a while, the silence were cut off by Chay.

"Well...even if you want to get me back I'm not the only one whom you have to convince...just so you know...Hia can be pretty protective"

"I'm willing to do anything when it comes to you" Kimhan was serious but the younger one couldn't hold in his laughter when he heard this statement.

"If you're going to win my heart with those clichés then good luck because you have a long way to go" Chay's face lit up with a beautiful smile for the first time today since they started talking.

"He's gonna be the death of mine"  Kimhan swore in his mind trying his best to hold back the urge to cup those soft cheeks with both of his hands.

"You say that yet you finally smiled. It counts as a win." Kimhan mumbled under his breath while looking at the boy sitting in front of him in a defensive manner.

Chay quickly scolded himself in his own mind. Before he left home he decided to keep calm and not to give in so easily but he already failed on this task without any doubts...

But..what could he do to resist those eyes!?

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They talked for a long time, it still felt a bit awkward but hours were passing and they didn't realise until they were sitting in an empty bar. The owner was already cleaning up all the tables as they went outside.

Chay inhaled deeply and then sighed with a bit of relief. Kimhan on the other hand was looking at him while walking a few steps behind. After months of regrets and overthinking his mind was finally at peace. Porchay has always been the person he felt save with, the only one that could make him feel at home, the only one that knew the real Kim...Not WIK, not Kimhan Theerapanyakul the youngest son of the main family... Just...Kim. Chay made him feel like he was little again, he brought back all the happiness and excitement which Kim felt many years ago. It was enough for him to call him his safe zone.

They walked together a few more minutes drowning in their own thoughts until they had to head different directions.

None of them wanted to say goodbye, none of them wanted to be all alone tonight again, they just wanted to stay together but both of them knew very well that they can't ask for too much.

The fact that they've finally met, talked everything through and explained everything to get rid of any concerns felt like it's already too good to be real.

And as the both of them were heading home nor Kimhan nor Chay was able to hold back a big bright smile.

Porchay felt a cool breeze brushing his hair out of his face gently as he walked trough the white gate which was leading to his and Porsche's house For both- Kimhan and Chay this night turned out to be the first one after months when they were able to sleep properly again.

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[oooohno]

SO! Woke up this morning, had my period. Booooooo. Already moving slower than usual.

Took my sweet time getting ready to sit down at my computer and do work. Work went well! 2 out of 4 students showed up, I took care of the few emails I had waiting for me AND I made breakfast!

I made Mr Ariel lunch bc now he can walk back home during the day and we hung out and watched Bar Rescue. This is also when I started getting reeeeeeaaaalllyyyy uncomfortable. My everything was hurting. We decided that were doing take out for dinner bc I deserve it lol he went back to work and I'm finishing up some follow up emails to students.

I also took a break to have some ziti bc I finally felt hungry for lunch and it hit the spotttttt. AND I had a creamsicle! I'm feeling better now (let's see how long that lasts) so I'm going to shut down my computer, hop in bed and spend my time reading and hanging out on here :)

I thiiiiiink, if I'm not feeling too achy and tired I'm gonna do a little spa night. Dermaplane, face mask, some full body exfoliation, the whole nine! or as much as I can manage lol.

How's your day been? Boo your job for keeping you from me but I'm glad you were getting stuff done today!

NOOOO waking up & realizing you got your period is such a mood damper but look at you pushing through! Also that’s so nice that you & Mr Ariel can enjoy your lunch breaks together - having lunch with loved ones is a big pick me up throughout the tedious workday!

And I hope you ended up having that spa night 🌚 did you buy any new products to try out? I was thinking about getting a shower oil to help lock in moisture but idk which one to get….

My day was okay! It was a public holiday so I was home but I had to study for an exam…so not really a free day :’). But I had time to make a pasta salad & cookies & I even went for a walk + listened to my audiobook

[rubberduckyrye]

A giant ass v3 rewrite?! In which Case 1 alone is as long as some whole fics I’ve read?! My body is ready.

In all seriousness though, I love how you’re posting updates on your writing process! Here’s to many days of smooth sailing regarding hitting your writing goals! This fic’s gonna be amazing

ANON MY FACE IS BURNING HELP--

In all seriousness??? This is BY FAR my largest project. Ever. "Chasing the Voided Moon" (A Genshin Rewrite I did of the Sumeru Interlude Quest with Scaramouche) barely was 50k words. The prologue for AWBHT (And We'll Be Here Tomorrow, The Fics new Official Title) alone nearly beat it. It's extremely terrifying how big this project is, and I'm not even a quarter of the way dove.

This project is a HUGE passion project and while I'm VERY scared of how people will react to it (as when something is this near and dear to your heart it's always scary to show it off and potentially get it rejected) (Also because a fantwin OC is the Protagonist cdzdcgvg), I do hope that while it's definitely not going to be a story that pleases everyone and/or speaks to everyone, that it still reaches and touches the hearts of those it can reach. And if that's just me and done if my friends, then I guess do be it :'D

I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is very much a Story For Me and To Me, I think it's amazing. So I hope that you think it's as amazing as you're dreaming--though man. I do worry if I'm hyping the fic up too much, ack! I don't want to get all your hopes up for something the fic can't possibly live up to bgcfvgvgcfx

I do have @trans-shuichisaihara as my main editor, @jabbajacks / @jacksmusesdrv3 as a beta reader (knows the franchise but doesn't know the plot of AWBHT) and @celestriakle as a non-fan reader (barely knows DR/remembers it) to try to make the story as "new reader friendly" as possible!

So yes I and a few others ARE putting efforts in to make it nice and polished before it gets published but I don't want to set the bar so high that I end up shooting all of that effort in the foot and all that, you know?

(AKA Pls remember I and my editor/beta readers are Human Beings and please keep your expectations reasonable pls pls pls bbycrcgbhbgcf)

I think posting about my progress helps me keep myself at least a bit accountable, if that makes sense? Which is why I do it--it also lets everyone know how things are going, or if I'm struggling a bit. :'D

But yeah thank you so much for this ask I greatly appreciate it hhhhhh

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