#i just wanted to work on something without the pressure of pleasing anybody to be completely honest

[strngegirl]

hii i really loved ur gojo: overtime drabble, can i req something similar with gojo but instead of us giving him a handjob he gives us one😞😞 idk if u write for male readers but if you do please do so!!

hellooo!! im happy you liked that post :DD nd i dont usually write for male readers but i would! so here it isss (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) i hope it's satisfying enough </3 this is kinda rushed ,,,

cw: gojo x very tired m!reader, very aggressive handjob (reader receiving), cum eating (gojo), both are ordinary office workers, unestablished relationship, reader kinda hates gojo, not proofread

It's currently 9 PM and you still haven't gone home yet. You would if you could, but that's the thing; you couldn't.

Your boss dumped a whole stack of work onto your desk last minute, said something about having no one else to do this for, then proceeded to leave without sparing you a second glance. The cruelty of this goddamn country and its corporate workplace rules has you daydreaming about blowing the whole place up. Alas, you couldn't. There'd be more consequences doing that, so you decided to simply do your job like a good, loyal mutt. If you even want to call yourself that.

What's even worse is that, you're alone within the same vicinity as Gojo Satoru.

It's not like he's the boss that dumped all his work onto you, he's just another worker in this god forsaken office whom the boss hates—but you hate him even more. Born rich and yet he chose to work here, everyone likes his magnetic personality, he always wears designer, and he's fucking hot. It's infuriating how he has it all and yet he's here in the marketing department of a shitty company that's teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. What does he even gain from this? "Experienced being a peasant" on his resume?

He's currently in the cubicle right across from you, and you're not even sure why he's here. He's been humming trending songs that kept playing in stores for the past few hours and giggling at something you don't really wanna know. Can't he see you're literally suffering working overtime?!

You narrow your eyes at the scintillating screen, the only source of light in the dark office alongside the table lamp you turned on three hours ago. Gojo laughs at something and you clench your teeth, trying to will yourself to not react to his disruptions because you just want to get these over with and go straight home and sleep. It was going so well until he started to talk to himself, then the already thinning string of restraint snapped.

"That happened? No way. Crazy-"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" You growl, a hand running down your face as the other grip your mouse so hard your knuckles are whitening.

There was a moment of silence where both of you say nothing, and honestly you're starting to relax a little at the upcoming tranquility that you thought would arrive, but as quickly as it had came, it went.

You see Gojo's white hair slowly appearing at the top of your vision, and you lift your head to look at him. He's currently looking over your cubicle with an impassive expression, those azure eyes staring right down at you beneath his shades like he's judging you for something you didn't do.

"You talking to me?" He asks.

"Is there anybody else in here that's been yapping all fucking night?" You deadpan. Something about what you've said must've been funny, because he starts smiling. God, that's straight up aggravating.

He lifts his arms up to support himself as he leans onto the partition, making it creak under the weight of his pressure. The old thing's gonna break. You hope it doesn't. If he crashes down and crushes your computer, you swear you're losing it.

"You're so mean tonight, man. Can't you go back to throwing me nasty glares instead? I like those better." He pouts mockingly at you, which grates on your nerves even further. Your work is forgotten as you currently just want to snap at him.

"Why are you even here? Seriously. You don't even need to work overtime, no one is forcing you to do their work you can just go back to your fucking penthouse and sleep like I've been wanting to for the last few hours. I'm tired, hungry and I seriously can't stand wearing this goddamn suit for another minute. All I want is some peace and quiet and yet, you're there, doing god knows what and breaking the only good thing I have right now." Your voice rises at every syllable that leaves your lips, and once you finish you take a deep inhale, feeling your body heat up from unleashing your frustration. You look back up at him and all you see is a raise of an eyebrow.

Gojo brushes a strand of hair away from his eyes then slowly starts to bob his head, unfolding his arms and clapping them onto your partition.

"Ooookay. Well, I'm here for you, actually." It's your turn to raise an eyebrow at that. "Don't. Not yet. Let me explain."

He disappears back into his own cubicle for a second, before you hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps approaching your cubicle. He stops at the entrance and leans against it, both hands simultaneously tucked into his pockets.

"I wanted to talk to you."

You blink.

"And we couldn't have talked in the morning or afternoon?"

He smiles a little. "Mmh, no. It's... Personal, and I'd rather we don't have any interruptions."

Now you're kinda curious. Pushing your one-sided hatred for him aside, you turn your chair to fully face him as you inquire him with a questioning stare.

"Anyways," he pulls his hands out and clasps them with a clap. "I know you hate me. And it's probably because of my dazzling appearance and charming antics that have half the office swooning over me"—you roll your eyes at that—"but! I don't want you to hate me."

You scoff at that. Does he just want everyone to love him? Is that it? So there'd be more people at his beck and call?

"I don't want to turn into one of your fans, Gojo." You rub your eyes.

"That's not my goal! Swear." Suddenly, he walks over and places both hands onto the handles of your chair and effectively caging you in, the abrupt proximity prompting you to lean back so fast your head spins for a second. His face is mere inches away from yours, as if silently threatening to kiss you.

The intimate way he's looking at you right now is making you feel a cacophony of things you're not sure what to name. You're sure annoyance is in there somewhere, but also mixed with other things you seriously don't want to acknowledge. No, it's mostly surprise.

"What the fuck are you-"

"I like you more than I should, you know." He murmurs, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "No one else in the office looks at me the way you do. It's fascinating."

Surprise washes over you when he gets closer, the warmth of his breath fanning over your lips. It has to be the lethargy you're feeling right now, because why does kissing him seem so tempting?

Your lips suddenly feel dry, and the moment you dart your tongue out to wet it, you inadvertently lick his lips. He took that as a sign to crash his lips into yours. It was all bumping teeth, tongue biting and sloppy kisses, one that overwhelms your clouded mind. He puts more of his weight on you, causing the chair you're sitting on to roll back before it inevitably bumps into the partition, causing it to tremble slightly. That doesn't deter him from continuing to ravish your mouth.

You don't understand why you're not stopping him. In reality, you should be hating this. Hating him. But somehow, you're actually liking it. The realization sends shivers down your spine.

You hardly register what's happening, and next thing you know, you feel a sudden breeze brush past your tip. You yelp in surprise as your lips break off of his, causing him to promptly stop as well. Your eyes dart down to find he's already pulled your half-erect cock out of your pants, his hand wrapping a fist around your base. You snap your gaze back to his flushed face, a hint of eagerness in those eyes you used to despise but now desire to drink you in.

"Don't wanna?" He breathes, already loosening his grip on your cock. You instantly reach down to keep his grip there, manually making him re-tighten his grip. There's a newfound spark in his eyes, and the speed in which he suddenly starts stroking your cock gives you an immediate whiplash.

His lips meet yours again, the same hunger and fervor mixed with a heightened passion combined with the unrelenting pace in which he jerks you off, you swear your head is about to burst. The chair underneath you creaks so loudly you think it's about to crumble, but you hardly care when he's pleasuring you so fucking well.

Breathy moans escape from your mouth as Gojo drinks it all up, capturing them into his own mouth as he whimpers himself. He's fisting your cock like he wants to tear it off and you feel like it really is gonna fall off if you're not careful enough.

The air in the otherwise empty office has become heated, the serenity broken by both of your moans and the aggressive creak of your chair. You feel your cock twitch at the impending orgasm, and he definitely feels it as well because he starts chuckling into your heated make out session.

"Feels soooooo good, doesn't it?" He purrs, almost teasingly but there's no denying the underlying desire in his tone. You nod fervently as you start to thrash in your chair, and Gojo brings his other hand up to pin you down by the shoulder to ensure you can't get anywhere.

With a sudden cry, you jerk up repeatedly into his fist as hot cum spurt out of your tip, getting everywhere on his suit and hand. He doesn't really care though, because this might be the hottest thing he's seen all week. Gojo slows down his stroking before eventually stopping, just holding it firmly before his thumb moves to gently rub your sensitive head, smearing the cum over it. That action overstimulates you and you start whimpering, eyes rolling back at the slight pain it brings you.

"Such a mess." He murmurs, gazing almost lovingly at you. Slowly, he releases your cock as you let out a gasp, acting like you just ran a whole marathon. He brings the very same hand up to his lips as he starts to lick it clean, his tongue caressing through every crevice, trying to make sure he tastes every single last drop. You watch in a daze, watching the man you were despising toward not even three hours ago now licking your sperm off of his hand. He's the reason you even came.

God.

Gojo sucked on his index finger, making direct eye contact with you. He then releases it with a salacious 'pop!', bringing his head down again and kisses you. You taste the slight tang of your own release on his tongue and fuck, you think your dick is rising again.

"Do you still hate me?" He breathes into your mouth. You'd glare if you can, but you seriously can't bring yourself to. Your body is spent as hell.

Reluctantly, you shake your head and he smiles widely. Gojo Satoru got what he wanted, once again.

"Finally." He kisses you again. "Come home with me. Fuck your work, I'll talk to the boss for you tomorrow. I wanna fuck you."

You shouldn't. Damn, this goes against everything you believe in.

"I have a memory foam mattress. Silky blankets. And also really, really soft pillows."

...he sure knows how to tempt you. Fucking Gojo.

With a defeated sigh, you gently rub your cheek, hoping the red would go away.

"Okay."

[thejournaluser]

i ended up talking out of my own ass here but i didn't want to delete all of this so please note that all facts here are all stock knowledge and personal experience. do your own research, folks. do not use this for self-diagnosing purposes.

If ya ask me, episode 4 of The Amazing Digital Circus makes quite an accurate (but not perfect) demonstration of what Bipolar Disorder looks like. It's not the matter of "can't choose" or "too moody all the time". It's more than that. Just watch the episode and see for yourself.

The character's name who suffered this unfortunate disorder is Gangle, who is portrayed as a female humanoid ribbon who wears a fragile comedy mask in the beginning of the show that breaks before or during their usual adventures, and the gag is that she always ends up being sad because her mask keeps breaking.

But episode 4 was different. Her comedy mask broke too early, and Zooble instead gave her a substitute happy mask that won't break and might help giving her some form of happiness. Once she puts it on though, she says she feels "normal." Which usually signals the start of a manic episode.

Cue the adventure where they work a minimum wage, and a dead end job. Gangle is the shift manager and she is having a big manic episode. She moves left and right- a bright smile on her face that she can't seem to remove. I mean, why would she remove it right? She's happy. And everyone should be happy.

But then... pressure. Jax told her that he liked her better when sad. Ragatha, in an inebriated state, even told her that she liked Gangle better without the happy mask. It hurts her to know that people don't like her when she is feeling great. So she shuts down immediately, feeling discouraged with her manager work and hiding her face from everyone when she gets the chance.

That was, until, she faces Pomni, the main character of the show. Pomni tries to talk it out with someone, or maybe her herself. But Gangle takes none of it. She believes that no one in the circus likes her and even if they do try to act nice... their smile don't always feel genuine.

And thus, ending her manic episode completely. Try re-reading my previous paragraphs and identify which part of the story she starts having a depressive episode. Because at this point, Gangle locks herself in her office. A frown glued to her happy mask despite the name it has. And right when she walks down that kitchen, her world starts to blur as if one single conclusion starts to form inside her mind- and then Pomni intervenes.

She offers to take the closing shift and advises Gangle to go home early. Hesitant, Gangle still takes it. And with the extra time she has... Gangle takes off her mask... and throws it away.

I advise you to watch the episode and go to timestamp 19:35 - 20:30. It's a wonderful sequence.

So... post-adventure. Gangle isolates herself and blames everything that went wrong all on herself. Zooble tries to comfort her, of which she succeeds- But let's take a sec to hear what Gangle tells her first: "I messed everything up. The mask didn't work. And now, I don't think anybody wants to talk to me anymore."

Bipolar Disorder is a mood disorder where an individual enters a "manic state" and they undergo erratic behavior partaking in impulsive thought or risky activities. And when an individual leaves this state... well, kind of imagine it as feeling an entire ocean dropped on you. Or feeling like you're in front of a live audience with no script.

You cringe at yourself, further delving more into a sea of self-loathing and regret. Realizing all of your wrongs and mistakes and how much it hurts the people around you. Take a moment to think about it. You hurt people that you're close with. How dare you.

Those are what you would think of if you have Bipolar Disorder. But, please take note that it is indeed a disorder which means it can be interpreted as something else and you also could be misdiagnosing yourself if you're using this essay as means to self-diagnose so please talk to a professional for that. This essay only uses one example of a manic episode and to see it holistically, make your own research.

And... uh... yeah. This is the end of the essay. I'm not really great in conclusions but... just remember that Bipolar Disorder is a mood disorder than causes manic episodes. What happens after that is a series of guilt that causes self-loathing and anguish that results in a person needing to self-isolate and become the scapegoat of their own making.

[lovebittenbyevans]

A Love Rekindled | Part 4

Summary: It has been two and a half years since you and him have seen each other. As you and Oscar Piastri crossed paths with each other again ��� you both start to wonder if the love you both had for each other truly faded

Pairing: volleyballplayer/ex-boyfriend! Oscar Piastri x Female Reader

Warnings: one cursed word

Author note: This is the last part of the mini series.

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 4

Four weeks later

Maya tried to drag you to another volleyball tournament but you were not in the mood to travel anywhere. You had to put your foot down with her and set boundaries.

You wanted to be left alone and not think for a second. You don't like when your brain constantly has all these thoughts going through your head. It makes you feel numb.

You appreciate Maya always including you in almost everything she does but you were tired of being the third wheel of her relationship with Lewis. It was like she doesn’t know how to be without you while being with him.

You were setting the oven to three fifty degrees while the tv in your living room was loud. You grab the pan of brownie on the counter as you hear the doorbell ring.

You were not expecting anybody unless it was Maya. George was not home so you had the apartment to yourself. You placed the pan in the oven, closing the oven and then you pressed the button of how many minutes you wanted it.

“Oscar Piastri, how are you going to get better in the future?” A reporter asked him.

You look at the TV across the living room. “Well, I just got to work hard and put in all my effort. I always rewatch my old videos to see where I did wrong.”

When you hear a knock on your door, you continue to listen to him speak. You went directly to the door and answered it, noticing Oscar standing there. “Uh..hi.”

His hands were shoved in his blue jacket pocket as he clears his throat. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Um.” You paused for a second. “Don’t you have a game today.”

He nods. “Yeah but I came to talk to you first.” You step aside to let him in. You almost ask him how he found your apartment but you remember he was with you when you got it years back.

He stepped past you taking his shoes off. “Something smells good.” You closed the door and went straight to the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m baking brownies.”

“Ah, my favorite.” He looked around your apartment for a second and then sat on the chair stool in the kitchen.

You press the oven light button to check the brownies. “What did you want to talk about?” You turned around and looked at him.

“Would you like to go on a date with me next month?” He let out a nervous breath.

You raised an eyebrow. “Pardon me? A date?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I figured we get to know each other again.”

You chuckle a bit. “Um, what about your volleyball games? They are more important than being on a date with me.”

He brushes you off. “Y/N, are we really going to go there? Again?”

You shrug and turn around, seeing the number on the oven going down. “Oscar, all I’m saying is maybe we should do baby steps.” Soon, the oven noise stopped, and you turned it off before removing the pan and placing it on top of the stove.

“Look, I’m not pressuring you but baby steps are fine.” He said honestly

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Your heart was racing a bit as you felt eyes burning in the back of your head. “You want brownies?” You were trying to calm yourself down.

“Three please.” He says.

You grab the knife next to the countertop and begin cutting the brownie into square pieces. You place three brownies on an empty plate then hand him the plate. “Here you go.”

“Y/N.” Oscar took the plate from you as his eyes were still fixated on you. “If you don’t want to, it's ok. I’m used to being rejected.”

Your eyes look at him. “What? No I–” You grab another plate placing two brownies on it. “I’m just scared like I told you.” You walked to the chair stool and sat down.

“What are you scared of? Hurting me again?” He sat down next to you.

You sigh, taking a bite of your brownie. “Look, I love you but hurting you again is the last thing on my mind.”

“Then what is it?” He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

You clears your throat while trying to think about how to say this. “I don’t want to run away from you and do the wrong thing. I want to be all in with you but I need baby steps first. I don’t want you to miss any of your games, I just want to make sure I’ll fit right on your schedule Oscar.”

Oscar gently intertwined his hand with yours. “We will figure it out.” He grabs your chin making you look at him. “My schedule can wait just for a moment.”

“A–Are you sure about this?” You pushed your empty plate back. Your tone was a bit nervous.

Why the fuck are you nervous?

He brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against it. “I’m sure, babygirl.”

You tried not to smile but failed. “Ok, I’ll try not to back down this time.” He smiled as he drew you close and crushed his lips on yours.

“That’s all I ask of you.” He mumbles against your lips.

[wordstome]

i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

[supercriminalbean]

Bloody Mark.

Trans Derek Morgan x Trans male reader (AFAB)

Summary: The reader is new to the team and no one knows he is AFAB. When he gets his period on a case he has to ask for help.

Warning: Fluff. Period talk. Trans male gets period. A brief mention of medication talk.

~~~

You have been on the team for about a year now, and still you haven’t come out to anyone else on the team and everything is

going great. Of course your boss knows, you told Hotch at the interview that you’re trans, born female but now identify as a man. He was understanding and told you it was up to you whether or not that information was disclosed to the team. You had decided to keep it just between you both for now, he made you aware of the fact that his team was 100 percent supportive and have had other trans people on their team before. You knew if you ever did come out and ever face discrationed from anybody you could easily go to Hotch for help and he would be there for you no matter what, that's just the type of boss he is.

~~~

You're currently on a case trying to find a serial killer, you are sat at the table with JJ doing research as the team is spread out throughout the precinct talking to other police officers running through there other cases to see if anything looks similar. Grabbing your bag you look through it searching for some period supplies, groaning softly as you find the pack empty, your head wacks backwards as fear runs through your body.

“Hey are you alright?” JJ looks at you with concern.

“Um yeah, I just forgot something” You grumble feeling embarrassed.

“Oh well what, I might be able to help” JJ smiles softly, you might not exactly be new to the team but you still had trouble asking for help and JJ just wishes you knew you could always ask them for anything.

“Um no, I'll be fine, thanks JJ” You smile weakly, feeling your inside burning at the thought of having to come out this way.

“Alright, just let me know” She smiles as you both go back to work, bouncing ideas off each other.

Soon silence fills the room as you both do your own research but you can’t concentrate needing to go to the bathroom but you can’t, not without the things you need.

“Um JJ” Your face grows hot as you look up at her worryingly.

“Yeah” She glances up at you, taking a double take as she spots the worry on your face. “Okay, what's up?” she asks, her eyes full of concern, watching as you glance around the room before turning back to her.

“I uh.. Do you have a pad or tampon or something, I ran out and need to go to the bathroom” Your voice trails off as you look away from her, missing her confused look before it quickly disappears and is replaced with a soft smile.

“I'm sure I do” She smiles, grabbing her bag, going through it, only to groan softly. “I'm sorry my pack is empty, I forgot to get more last time” She looks at you sadly. “Im sorry, but thank you for asking me, if you want I can ask Emily she normally has some”

“That would be great please but could you uh—”

“I wont tell her” JJ interrupts you, smiling softly. “Its not my story to tell” She gets up walking away.

~~~

JJ returns slowly with a sad smile shaking her head. “She ran out and used my last one apparently, didn’t even ask me” JJ laughs softly making you laugh relaxing jut alittle.

“Right well I uh.. Should go get some” That feeling fills your stomach with fear, small towns like this do that.

“Or” JJ interrupts you,

“Or what?” You crock your eyebrow at her.

“You should ask Morgan” She tilts her head at you smiling as your face is full of confusion then drops slightly before smiling.

“Wait really?” Your smile grows as the pressure on your chest eases.

“Really, he’s over by the coffee machine, go talk to him” She smiles encouragingly at you, as you quickly get up, making your way over to him, glad that he is far away from the others.

“Hey Morgan” Your smile falters a little as you approach him, nervous filling you.

“Hey” He smiles back, picking up on your nervousness. “You want some coffee?”

“Nah I’m alright, actually JJ said you might be able to help me with something” You let out a small shaky breath.

“Sure what's up?” His eyes narrow with worry.

“She said you might have some pads or tampons I could have, I ran out” You explain. He smiles at you, smirking slightly. If he’s surprised he’s hiding it well you think to yourself.

“I sure do, let me guess Hotch didn’t tell you when you joined the team, huh?” He chuckles softly.

“Uh no, he said you used to have other trans people on your team but I wasn’t aware there still was” You laugh quietly smirking. “You're not surprised?”

“Nah, we shared a room once, and I did see your medication so I figure you would tell us when you were ready” He smirks at you as you both make your way to the bathroom.

“Thanks Morgan” You smile as he hands you a pad once you both enter the bathroom, glad it's empty.

“No problem, feel free to always come to me about anything already, always got ya back”

“You to Morgs” You smirks as you walk into the cubicle.

[thecoffeelorian]

The Anomaly Series, Chapter 5: The Mothers' Touch (Jod Na Nawood x Reader)

A/N: If you’re looking for this show’s “Justice Ending” where the folks in Wim’s neighborhood mace the eff out of the invading pirate horde, knock them out to death like a scene from Jordan Peele’s “Us”, and then let their respective pet dogs and cats feast upon the remains…I’m afraid that this is not the fanfic you’re looking for.

Rather, this is all about the AU that I’ve unofficially dubbed “The Anomalyverse”, one in which a certain Captain has something a bit closer to a kriffing conscience; another thing a bit further away from a (self-) destructive love of riches; and a whole shipload of connecting the dots/having fun with headcanons in between.

Specifically, headcanons such as a distant link to Qui-Gonn Jinn; a destroyed planet; a dead mother; an absent father; and possibly even an ancestral tie to Tak Rennod, for example...so, if there's anybody left out there who also wants to follow these clues to a drastically different conclusion, I would certainly be glad to have you.

As for anybody wondering just where the heck Jod is during the last few chapters...well, he’ll certainly return in Chapter 6. For now, however, I have to build up everything else in order to reach the good parts...so please, stay tuned if you're able! ;)

Chapter Title: The Mothers' Touch

Genre: Drama/Romance.

Extra Tags: Slow Burn; Obvious Canon Divergence; This Is Just An Experiment; Don't Try This At Home; Into The Anomalyverse.

Word Count: 1,514 words.

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CW: There will be mentions of trespassing, traveling without documents, a character vomiting, references to violence and child endangerment, a second character losing an arm, and a secondary plotline of interviewing child witnesses to a crime...so from this moment forward, reader discretion is advised.

Special Notes: As I have no clue how to even begin to breach the topic of child abuse...let's just do the safe thing and label this as 'Spoilers up to Episode 4'.

As for the planet of Argann, I deliberately recycled it from an old Bad Batch story series rather than using Lanupa as a location. Ya know...because this is my turn in the creativity sandbox, or whatever. ;D

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Midday, At Attin.

It’s almost been one rotation since the landing, and the Intensive Care Ward is the next stop on your list so that you can get a little bit more work done before lunchtime arrives. On this same day, however, no thanks to a somewhat unwelcome push for information from the local press...you’ve got to wade your way through them before you can travel anywhere.

Best. Day. EVER.

Of course, they don’t think twice about pelting you with questions as their blasted flashbulbs go off. What is the current condition of the children, where are they now, did they bring any illnesses in with them. Who was the man traveling with them, where is he now, did he bring in any illegal weapons, was he holding them for ransom. In fact, they get so kriffing loud that it’s almost enough to make you want to bend forward and release what’s left of your breakfast all over their fine leather shoes.

Maybe you should do just that, if only to teach the nerfherders a lesson that they will NEVER forget.

Luckily for you, though—if not also for the shoes—Madam Undersecretary’s helping you duck into a waiting hovercar a few minutes later, thus providing you a moment of peace from those pesky reporters. They’ll just have to listen to the sounds of their own voices for a time, and see if they can guess anything by hearsay alone.

As for you and your boss, it should be a relatively short trip as the worst of the morning traffic cleared up about an hour ago, thus significantly lowering the chances of any traffic jams as well as speeder accidents.

A welcome occurrence, to be sure…especially when you remember exactly who it is you’re off to question.

Nevertheless, even if it’s just for a few minutes, your thoughts also shift back to him and how, if at all, he might be adjusting to this new planet. Is he dealing with a harsh difference of time zones right now, for example? What about weather, or gravity, or for all that you know, staying in a place where not everyone’s so eager to cut his throat? You can only imagine what thoughts he might be wrestling with at this moment, even if it’s just because you can’t read his mind and figure it out for yourself.

You can’t exactly fret too much about this, though, because the next thing you know, the doors of At Attin General are rolling into view and you’ve got to put your Work Face back on. Remember, you’re here to get some definitive answers, not lose yourself in a fit of T-Drama sentimentality.

This is how you find yourself standing in the borders of No-Man’s-Land, the two Queens of this territory having accepted the Undersecretary’s request for a meeting hours ahead of time. Both Maree and Garree rise to meet you with the usual offers fitting local hospitality, some tea from the hospital kitchen, a few sweets, and did you have trouble getting here? As the two official guests in this room, it’s almost a rite of protection, and for this, you’re quick to accept the tea but decline the food.

Business practices, after all, were always meant to be conducted on a somewhat fast track.

As for the Princess of this realm, it’s not long at all before the focus is on her again, as both herself and her life monitor are well within reach, and she won’t be going on any more surprise adventures for a while. Today, K.B. has the look of someone who’s been startled one time too many, the lasting anxiety of whatever took place far away from here evident in her body language, even if you can’t see it in her eyes.

Perhaps it’s just as well, though, because if she’s actually one of four witnesses to a crime rather than a mere runaway ship…somebody has to get her to speak up.

“Hey, kiddo…how are you feeling?”

Fara breaks the ice with a check upon the girl’s welfare, a surefire way to loosen up whatever tension there might have been in this room before your arrival.

“Shaky,” K.B. confesses in a whisper, and wastes no time leaning into Maree for some extra comfort. She’ll definitely get everything she needs as of yesterday, though it’s not yet clear when she’ll be discharged.

“I know. You’re going to be okay, though, we’re all here now.”

“Fern’s not…”

In the meantime, she's glancing over your shoulder like any other worried girl, no doubt hoping to get a glimpse of her bestie. You'd most likely do the same if it were you sitting in that bed, though certainly for a few familiar faces of your own.

“...Is she safe? Is she all right?”

“She's in my office, catching up on some schoolwork—”

“—They tried to take her away!”

The admission goes off like a firecracker in this otherwise quiet chamber, and it doesn't fail in making all four of you jolt at once.

“ 'They'? Who's they?”

“The weirdos who tried to take our ship!”

Weirdos. A childish term, but a plural one at that—and a sign that you might soon be getting somewhere.

“What weirdos, K.B.?”

Your datapad is out and primed a short while afterward as well, all the better to record all of the juicy details that Fern may have forgotten to mention—and, given that this witness already has a talent for recalling things a bit better than most folks her age, you’ve got a feeling that you’re on the edge of a breakthrough.

“I counted six of them at the time—I think they were part of Jodwick's old crew—and then they took Fern as a hostage.”

'Jodwick'...? You didn't expect that as a possible name for your stranger, but you also suppose that almost anything is a possibility for a case like this. Just to keep yourself from getting too distracted, though, you've still got to focus better on your notes.

“I see...that must have been very scary for you.”

There's still a bit of corroboration to pursue here, after all, and for that you've got to start hearing a similar story from K.B. in order to better believe Fern's...or if not, to start sniffing after what really took place.

“It was. All we wanted to do was get some coordinates and then take off, and—and they barged in.”

Maree’s stealing a look with Fara now, something you can’t exactly decipher because it’s so quick that you almost miss it. You’ll just have to ask her about this later, though, because you’re far from being finished here.

“Understandable, understandable...now, where exactly was this?”

“Just above Tak Rennod's vault. I—I think the planet was called Argann.”

A potentially dangerous treasure vault and an unfamiliar planet? Oh, but how this poor girl must have gone through it—

“—And you said that these other...people took Fern hostage?”

“They did.”

“How did she escape them?”

K.B. has to stop and think for a moment, a small pause for everyone else in this room during which the arrival of the tea becomes a welcome distraction—yet when she speaks up again, all four of you are certainly paying attention until the end.

“I think—no, I know—that the shadow of a lady appeared.”

“A shadow?”

“I think so. She was dark, dark all over with no eyes or mouth, none of that. Almost like she was made out of it, or something."

“ ‘Made out of shadows, no facial features’...okay. Keep going.”

“Okay, so then—so the lady put her hands together like she was holding something, or gripping it, I don't know—and then she spins around real fast, brings her hands down, and then—”

All four of you give a collective jump.

“The guy holding Fern loses his arm, he falls to the ground and starts howling, she runs back to us, and the next thing we know—”

You jolt in your seat a second time as there's a small, shrill beeping sound letting itself be heard somewhere in the center of the room. Your first instinct, if not also the only real one, is to go straight to K.B.'s side and make good use of that emergency call button. Her augs could easily be acting up again, after all, and for that reason alone, you're sure that no time should be wasted here.

To everyone's surprise, though? K.B.'s waving you off in seconds, her focus landing on the Undersecretary instead.

“It's not me, I’m fine,” she insists, pointing to something around Fara's wrist. “That’s what’s making all the noise.”

Sure enough, before any one of you can start asking questions or else look just as confused as you feel...the beeping is followed by an automated message, and only then do you find yourself feeling as though you're the one going cold.

“Attention. Attention. Security breach at the holding cells; please send back-up immediately.

I repeat, security breach at the holding cells; please send back-up immediately...”

[vqrtualheartss]

Can I request 42 miles having been with reader for a long while now, and like she already knows about miles being the prowler. So he kinda just comes in through her window and finds out she can sing, because she's singing when he comes but she doesn't notice him right away? And you can fill in the rest how you'd like.

If you can do this, thank you! No pressure though

♪ • My Beyoncé

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

i still cannot believe that like, we're at 100. i love y'all Currently trying to create more gender-neutral writing or even mlm cause I'm tryna b inclusive so yea

Warnings — None, I think Genre — Fluff

"HUAHHHH" flopping down onto the bed I dragged a pillow beneath my face, muffling the minute long scream. Lordd, Isn't summer school supposed to be just shits and giggles? Why the hell did I get guilt-tripped into this―this is whack. Sluggishly, I sat up, removing my shoes and heading to the bathroom, raising and dragging my feet into the floor one by one getting there.

I shook my body looking into the mirror, closing and re-opening my eyes every two seconds to rid the tiredness. Ceasing, I took a deep breath...and then another one, smiling sheepishly before letting out laughter I didn't know I had in me. Am I really losing it cause of the heat? To keep myself somewhat awake I took on the task of washing my hair. yes. an everything shower.

Searching for something lightweight to wear, I found a ruffled short-sleeved top and random shorts from a sleeping set ―the other half I lost. Feeling more refreshed, it had me unsettled how the atmosphere felt more dull than calmer.

" A little music never hurt anybody right?" I sat on the bed, towels wrapped around my torso and hair, searching for the perfect queue of songs to play. I settled with the “For Whatever playlist” on standby for situations like these. Connecting to the speakers set beside the vanity table, I placed my phone face down to get myself dressed.

Before I knew it, clapping to the beats softly and doing whichever dance came to mind turned into navigating throughout my room with my waist, gradually singing louder than the music.

I sang from SWV

“Boy I'll do you all night long. Do you any way you want, I will do you all night long. I wanna please you, Don't wanna tease youu”

To Nicki

“I'd do anything that you say, anything. 'Cause you the boss, you the boss. You, you, you the boss, ayy”

I felt lighter in contrast to earlier, my eyes shut as my whole being absorbed the music. I barely sorted my hair out but ironic enough, I was about 35 songs deep into the playlist, jumping from the classics to Modern R&B, Rap, you name it —without skips too—

Then came on one of my favourites by Kehlani, ―You know wassup― and believe me when I say I sang that shit like I was going through itt. Almost embodying the lyrics, my face expressed every emotion brought on by the lyrics, my hands pointing from myself to the invisible person infront me.

“Why do I gotta beg to be chosen over your vices, over your liquor? Why I gotta ask for flowers? I deserve roses, I deserve bigger I know you're tryna change, but is it all worth the wait? It hurts to stay just as much as it hurts to walk away”

"Why you in here acting like I don't be treating you right ?" Ending off with a breathy chuckle, I turned around to see Miles getting comfortable on my windowsill. It was obvious how he came in, but why that way.

"You do know that I have a working door right?" He shrugged, a cheeky smirk taunting his lips. Piecing together two and two I pressed my lips into a hard line, bringing out my bottom lip with my index finger before pointing it at him. "How long have you been there?" Wrapping an arm around my torso, I placed the other hand on my cheek, anticipating his answer.

"Long enough to know my baby could give Beyoncé a run for her money. Esa voz podría hacerte ganar el apodo de ángel, mi amado" That voice could get you the name angel, my love. The space between us grew shorter as he stood infront my frame, placing his hands down on my hips. "oh puh-lease, you're just saying that" Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, trying to surpress the bending in the corners of my mouth.

"Okay, let me word it better for you. You're MYY Beyoncé"

"Oh really now"

"Yes and I mean it" Punctuating his sentence with a kiss, he continued "Got it?" I hummed a "Hm" hooking my arms behind his head. "Good"

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

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Hey there

Call me Leon

He/him, cis man & bi

Late 20s

Europe

I enjoy D&D, video games (fighting games especially), music & working out. Feel free to chat (Asks, DMs), I try to reply within reasonable time, but I do have a day job.

We respect LGBTQIA+ peeps here. We support SWers. Capitalism is a plague. Nazis, follow your leader.

I do my best to check DNIs, pins, bios and adhere to them. If I happen to have something you want taken down or follow you when you would rather not be followed, don't hesitate to reach out via Messages or Asks (Anons too, won't post the ask).

NSFW Stuff

Dom-leaning Switch

Kinky

Married - Romantically exclusive

Aspiring Slut (in theory)

Respectfully flirty

My wife (@profane-and-obscene) is aware, frequently sees, and consents to what I do.

Please never feel obligated or pressured to do something you are uncomfortable with doing, consent is important to me.

Please just be direct, subtleties can be good and fun, but I will not pick up on "hints" or suggestions easily.

I am here to show off and get compliments for it. I'm also here for friends (with or without benefits). I may enjoy flirting, but I also enjoy a nice conversation! Don't hesitate to tell me about your interests!

Kinks/Likes:

Anal

Oral fixation

Biting

Overstimulation

Orgasm control

Collaring

Sadism/Masocism

Breaking Brats

D/S

Impact play (Spanking primarily)

Breeding

Sweat/Musk (extremely specific types)

Monsterfucking (Spectrophilia is up there)

Hyper

Expansion

Cumflation

Not into:

Ageplay, DD/LG, CGL, etc - Please do not call me "Daddy"

Pregnancy

Incest/Fauxcest

Knife play

Needle play

Urine

Scat

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Updated: 15/12/2024

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 4, Poll 12

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Andrew Minyard-All for the Game

Qualifications:

He’s gay and has some sort of trauma disorder probably.

Propaganda:

Very gay, pretty commonly thought of to have some sort of trauma disorder, he’s neat. I have many thoughts about him as a character but I don’t really feel like writing them.

Chicory-Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Qualifications:

Just a hare full of depression. Chicory notes early on in her appearances that she often feels depressed and in general absolutely has depression. The LGBTQ+ part isn't 100% canon, but it's pretty widely accepted that Chicory is trans (to the point where I had to actively search to see if Chicory was confirmed as such for this because everybody accepts it as fact), and I've also seen many sapphic headcanons for her

Propaganda:

I love this hare so much. Okay so Chicory is a character who never really had friends or anything, had a very fractured relationship with her old mentor and had so many mental problems a the start of the game, since the levels of perfectionism, pressure and imposter syndrome she was dealing with at that point had been taking a toll on her for a while. Chicory was a wielder, who is the one responsible for coloring in the world until they pass down the brush, and was also connected to a recent wave of corruption (or rather, tied to the brush which was tied to the corruption. Chicory just blamed it solely on herself pre-chapter 6) that spawned due to her own emotions, which first began after she had defied the former wielder and became the new one without her blessing. The color ended up just disappearing one day, and Chicory ended up just leaving the brush outside her room for anybody to find it, wanting the cycle of expectations tied to it to be broken, though she still was tied to the corruption afterwards, which isn't great, because she was in a really horrible place and that only fueled things further, which was not great for anybody involved considering that the embodiment of her doubts about Pizza, the character who had since picked up the brush, being the new wielder came to confront them, and when Pizza asked her about this, she couldn't give Pizza a straight answer about the situation because of how much the whole situation took a toll on her. Then in chapter 5 she got to be hit with the realization that she wouldn't be given up on just because she thought she messed up, because, after being confronted by their own doubts, Pizza came back, and refused to give up on her. After chapter 5, Chicory gets to be in a healthier place overall, especially since she realized that the whole corruption thing wasn't her messing up, but was instead the result of the Brush responding to and materializing the emotions of all past wielders, with her own turmoil just being the breaking point instead of something which was her fault. She also gets to have Pizza, who makes things a lot easier. When the game ends, the Brush is destroyed and new brushes unaffected by the pressure placed on wielders are grown by Pizza and Chicory, Chicory absolutely isn't in a perfect place, because that's just how depression works. But she's healing, and helping pave the way to others being able to access color without the expectations she had to endure.

I know none of this clarified the trans-coded and sapphic-coded parts of her, so I will clarify that that headcanon was started due to the instances where Chicory is actually voiced being one where she's voiced by a trans woman and backed up by many different parts of her story. The sapphic headcanons largely came from her dynamic with Pizza, who does not have a canon gender (and is portrayed as non-binary by a lot of creators) but still ultimately spawned a lot of these headcanons, plus the fact that both Chicory and Pizza have gay love songs in their dev team assigned playlists which are very likely meant to tie them to each other and also lend a lot to Chicory being very sapphic.

Anything Else?:

I am so sorry for the propaganda section being so long. I just love her

Mod note: tell me why, despite the submission mentioning her being a hare multiple times I was still surprised when I went to do her image description.

[dumbass-diary]

Please bear with me, I think I discovered a really cool idea, but I gotta put it in context of my train of thought that brought me there. I'll put a TL;DR at the bottom.

In my life, one of the things that I'm dealing with is work, my attitude towards it, productivity, focus, being able to relax, the balance between relaxation and work, how to relax in a healthy way etc.

Today I've been out on a stroll, plagued more than usual with the constant need for productivity.

How interesting that our culture places productivity as one of its top values. Actually it's not that interesting, but what is is to think about other cultures and their values and how easy it is to just be a completely different person. Hypothetically I could be out chopping heads off of other people who cross this one specific river, because I completely believe it is the right thing that my deity wants me to do. (not an existing example)

Anyway, how nice would it be to just not have to be productive. You get that feeling when going on a vacation - freedom, not having to deal with deadlines, stress from stuff you're supposed to do, and don't have to take care of anything but your next meal.

But even that is not true. You have to keep in mind when you're returning, and that feels like a time constraint - a deadline. And that puts pressure on you to squeeze every last drop of freedom out of the time you were given, which in turn makes you enjoy it less.

I want freedom, I don't want any obligations, or things I need to keep track of, or responsibilities. I want the feeling of having all the time in the world, not just for 5 days but for as far as I can see.

The best way to do this would probably be: just, in a period where you don't have a job or school or other responsibilities, take a backpack, stuff it with some clothes and a sleeping arrangement and just take off into the sunset. No plans when you return.

However you would require a safe place to return to, because remember we don't want to worry about anything or plan for anything. So if you wound up sick or mugged or drenched in rain, you could go back no sweat. (and yes it is hypocrisy, and not realistic to want a housing with water and food without any job or money but hey).

And then it hit me. What if we removed the need to get a job. We remove jobs, we remove school, we remove social obligations.

Let's go further. Let's remove the need to eat, the need to drink water. Let's remove chores, any maintenance that has to be done on the human body or our surroundings. (to a reasonable extent, and we can debate what that means - like no need for dusting anymore, which is cool, but what about no need to put stuff back where it belongs, how would that work?). Let's even remove the need to go to the doctor - no more sickness or suddenly emerging tumors/diseases etc. (unless you cause it yourself, like breaking your arm - and again, we can debate this)

Let's imagine for a moment a human whose every obligation, every duty, every "must" has been removed.

A being who doesn't have to do anything to survive, it could stay still for years and nothing would happen until it perished from old age (yes, old age is technically deterioration but let's ignore that now). And also wasn't beholden to anybody or anything.

What would they do? How would they behave? What would they be like?

And better yet. Imagine a whole race like this. Imagine if the earth was inhabited with them instead of us. What would their values be? How would that society even function? And what would it be based on?

This might be the other side of the coin of Immortality. Immortality is always the desire to live endlessly stemming from the desire to try everything in life. To have the time to experience everything we want in more than enough quantity. To see the whole world. And to not have to hurry to do so, because you have endless time.

If Immortality is something that let's say stretches the x axis - in so that it prolongs the time we have infinitely - I think this approach stretches the y axis - in the sense that it removes every reason why we can't explore the whole world hundred times over in the time that we were given.

No jobs, no need to buy or prepare food etc.

TL;DR How interesting would it be to have a human whose every obligation, every duty, every "must" has been removed. Job, school, food, sustenance, maintenance...

Nad what if we had a society of them.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Getting a submission for a matchup before this closes!!!

Let's start by talking a bit personality wise. I'm a very extroverted woman with very nerdy hobbies. While I love going out with my friends, having fun at parties and talking, dancing and laughing until I can't anymore (I have literally gotten sick out of how much I laughed many times because my throat gets sore, and my friends always express how contagious and genuine my laugh sounds) I'm also a very independent person that can get lost in all the good things one can do in complete solitude.

I'm a history buff and a literature freak, jumping from one hyper-fixation to another only when I know everything there is to know about a certain topic (love discovering all the deep lore haha!). I am also pretty independent, and many times I've caught myself having to force myself to check my phone because I could go days without talking to anybody if I get too lost in whatever I am doing. I tend to only rely on myself and almost never look for outside help to solve my problems, but I'm not work-motivated at all.

My most significant quality however, which both comes as a virtue and a flaw, is that I can read people and situations like books. I'm that person that knows the ending to most movies by the first five minutes of it, or the one that knows exactly the intentions of someone when talking with them. Because of that, I can be incredibly insightful, but also somewhat manipulative.

Other than that, I'm a short, blond girl with slightly tan skin and an obsession for warm colors, so much so that my family and friends tend to call me "little sun". I'm an ENFT. I'm also someone incredibly romantic --if I'm in a relationship, only that partner exist for me, so I'm also monogamous. I'm bisexuality, but I tend to be more attracted to masculine people, but I have also dated girls in the past (which means that if you only can/want do one match up, preferably masculine please!)

And that's it!!! Thank you so so much for taking requests 🌼

A/N: OOh boy, my Little Sun Anon, I have to tell you I read your first paragraph and immediately had someone in mind and the more I read the more perfect I thought they’d be for you lol. Thank you so much for your description, especially the way you spoke about your personality- it gave me a super clear picture. I feel like I know you now, lol. 

As for a matchup, because you said you’re bi, but tend to date more masculine people, I’ve given you two answers below, one male and one female- so you can choose who you feel is most accurate. But if I’m being honest, the first matchup, (the male one in this case) is who I think you’re most compatible with. 

For you, my Little Sun, I think you’re best paired with either Gale (Male) or Karlach (Female)!

💜 Gale is literally the PERFECT match for you! He’s more introverted, but charismatic and a huge nerd. He loves learning, and has a history of hyper fixating on something until he gets it himself. He’s not the funniest guy in Baldur’s Gate, but he does have a decent sense of humor. And he cannot, I mean, absolutely cannot stop himself from making puns and dad jokes. Like… literally all of the time. 

Gale loves how outgoing and extroverted you are. He’s not super shy per say, but he can be a bit awkward socially, so he’s very grateful to you for coming to his rescue in conversation quite often. And he’s incredibly happy you have tons of friends. Friends and him haven't always been compatible, and since his breakup with Mystra even less so. So he’s pleased you have a larger than average group of companies to introduce him to. Plus it takes the pressure off of him in a way, knowing he’s not the only companion you have to go to for outings or advice. He does enjoy a good party, especially if there's good wine and good food, but he also likes to spend a good amount of time just being quiet indoors. So if you ever want to party, but he wants to read, he has no problems wishing you the best of times with your friends so long as you always come home to him in the end. 

He’s also very pleased to be with someone with such a rich sense of humor, and the love of laughter. Personally, he thinks he can be hysterical, and he feels a swell of pride every time you can’t help but fall into a laughing fit over one of his jokes. 

He’s even more grateful you appreciate the knowledge of a good book, or a good study session as it can be rather challenging to find extroverts who do. He’s more than willing to spend hours in study or discussion with you, happy to prattle on about all he knows on any magical subject of your choosing. He’s also relieved you don’t find it odd to spend time apart. Gods know how he can get lost in a good book, or while practicing a spell. And he’d hate for you to feel ignored or left out. He’s very soothed by your understanding. 

He does ask that you confide in him more. He knows it can be difficult opening up, he suffers from the same problem himself. But, he wants you to know you can rely on him as your partner. And he hopes you’re okay with him coming to you. He believes partners work best when they’re a team, and so long as the two of you can communicate openly and freely, there’s nothing you can’t get through together. 

He doesn’t find it manipulative that you’re adept at reading people. If anything, he feels safer knowing you can take care of yourself when he’s not there. He hasn't always been the best judge of character in the past, so he’s often put at ease with you by his side when meeting new people, knowing you can judge their true intentions within minutes of knowing them. 

Gale thinks you’re so gorgeous, especially in all of your bright warm colors. He does think of you as his own personal ray of sunshine. You’re just so warm and comforting to be around. I mean he’s also incredibly romantic. In a relationship, he believes in 100% commitment, full monogamy, no one beyond your partner should be a blip on your romantic radar. And that’s exactly how he loves it. You essentially become the center of his universe, so your nickname is quite ironic as you basically become Gale’s ‘Little Sun’. 

Gale, to me, is an ENFP, so he also has extroverted intuition and feeling. The two of you are very good at instinctively knowing each other's feelings and thoughts. You can communicate with just a look- no words necessary. And you can tell, from the look in Gale’s eyes, that he loves you more than words could ever say. 

❤️️ Karlach would also be a fine fit for you, if you’d prefer a female partner. She’s a ball of energy, and she loves to have fun! She loves how hard you laugh. She tries to get you to laugh so hard, you’re sick, so long as she gets to laugh with you!

She’s not super into literature or deep lore, but she loves how excited you get about it. She’ll beam listening to you rant about all you’ve learned and you watch her train with the same proud interested expression. 

Karlach is also independent in that she’s been forced to rely solely on herself for years. She’s not used to having someone to turn to when things go south, but she’s really glad you’re there to remind her she doesn’t have to face anything alone. She welcomes your advice and your partnership in everything she does. The only thing she’s hesitant to share with you is any fighting skills, as she wants to keep you safe, far, faw away from any battlefield. 

She does grow occasionally weary of your ability to read people, but not because she thinks it’s manipulative, but out of fear if you do it on her, you won’t like what you find. Please reassure her, she’s wonderful. She still feels some guilt over the things she was forced to do in the past. She’s very happy you can read others though. Gods know if she could read people like that, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up working for Gortash, maybe she would've been able to see through him. 

Karlach thinks you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous! She loves your blonde hair and tan skin, and the fact that she can easily pick you up and toss you over her shoulder lol. She thinks you look incredible in all your warm colors- especially the color red. If you really want to surprise her, wear an all red outfit and just wait and see her reaction. She’ll probably burn hotter than the sun in response lol. 

Karlach is an ESFP, so the two of you have extroverted feelings in common. This makes the two of you go to people for having fun or letting loose. It’s so difficult having to carry the burden of saving the world on your shoulders. It can be full of fear and hopelessness. But then there’s you two: you and Karlach remind the party to laugh, and to live while you can. You play music and sing and Karlach dances to get the mood started. The party spends the night laughing and listening to music- extremely grateful you are among them.

Once the sun sets and the stars settle amongst the sky, you and Karlach might get plenty of offers to join the others for some more ‘fun’, but those honeyed propositions mean nothing to you. You spend the evening in each other's arms, relishing the warmth that radiates from Karlach’s red skin. As you relax in her embrace, you realize something a little ironic: you may be Karlach’s ‘Little Sun’, but she’s your ‘Big Heat’. 

[angelzrulez21-blog]

Little bit about me: I go by they/them, 22 years of age, Aries, INFP-T, gay af, and lantinx. Some of my hobbies are scrapbooking, experimenting with makeup, cooking, and def reading ☺️

I probably won’t post much but I def reblog and share as much as possible to help share beautiful works and art!

And the link below is just to bring awareness to those who would like to be gifted or give a gift without your personal information being seen, it’s a really cool website/app to help creators or anybody in general as a community to help each other out with something they would like to get or like a gift card anything they have on their wishlist!

If you are seeing this, please do not be pressured into thinking you have to “gift” anything, I just wanted to share this cool thing that everybody can help each other with!

[fuwaprince]

I'm howling as in doing whatever Howl is doing here in this gif

Got no family, my friends are all far and most aren't even in positions to support themselves (bless them) let alone others/questionably-worthy me. Life feels almost loveless, the economy sucks and I still haven't got a job. I get daily reminders that the people closest to me don't particularly enjoy me taking up space.

My body is twitching and I'm just so alone. I don't speak as in talk to anybody who actually likes and wants to talk to me so whenever I use my voice it's usually to defend myself or escape an interrogative situation. Barelyyyy eating enough. I'm actively losing weight not in a good way

This next one is big.

The one person willing to help me irl is a disrespectful creep to say the least. I'm hurt that people can be so shallow and sickly motivated. I'm sad that no one else here cares. His care comes off so insincerely when he says it's "because he GENUINELY loves me" but consistently doesn't fuckin act very loving. Do I block him? HOW COULD I? I TRULY depend on him for emergencies... rides to interviews, for covering the difference when I'm short on rent, for food when begging doesn't work. He was the only person willing to look for me when I was on the streets and maybe his reason for doing so wasn't very nice but he did it. That means something to me I guess? What does it mean?

I straight up BEG this dude "PLEASE... DO NOT only decide to help my desperate ass based on the premise that you expect your fantasies (that I'm going to be pressured enough into becoming your wife legal possession at the end of all this) to turn into reality!!!!!!".

When I need a hug and have no one but he says he's willing to drive to see me, I HATE knowing I need to say no because I know it's also like saying yes to something else secretly!!! I just want hugs. Innocent physical intimacy. Handholding, just sitting on a bench close enough to touch! I need a hug more than I need food sometimes so it feels.

If I ask him to stop, he asks WHY HUH? 😡 while continuing. Anyone remember Boris from Dreaming Mary? He does this all the time so I expect it when I see him and he immediately gets touchy. When I kindly remind him that I'm not interested, he suddenly shifts into offended fucking asshole. Rude comments. Degradation. Suddenly starts talking about his gun and how he wants to shoot it and wants a new one 🙄. Sometimes it's pettier punishment like I'll be lucky to get a response if I dare mention anybody else especially if I love them more than him. I grieved my ex gf and he was just not happy about that at all. Kept demanding I explain why it couldn't be him and kept being all "what makes her so great? 🙄 pfft" ( EVERYTHING BTW SHE WAS THE MOON AND STARS AND I WILL FOREVER STAY LOYAL TO HER). But no this dude gets NASTY MEAN. Don't fall for the sad boy shit. Like he hopes I fucking starve without him type shit!!!!!!!!!! He'll ignore me complaining about hunger pains all the time but when he wants to he'll ignore me and then come back after some period of punishment (shunning) like "did you want food? get ready so you can get a small snack" "there's snacks at my house" and what am I going to say??? No???? Well actually that is exactly correct. I do say no because I'm that fucking seriously not interested and I choose to starve over taking that.

He gets angry but he knows his demands aren't possible. NOT A CHANCE . I'll say it to his face. I have to walk on eggshells but I still hate to be taken advantage of because I'm not standing my ground.

He still tries to tower over me and shit when I'm turned around and I elbow/kick behind me to remind him I fucking feel his body heat because that's how close he is without actually touching me. He likes to do that in stores. I was in so much pain from cramps that I accepted his offer to go to the store in the middle of the night. There was a store open down the street from my house but he chose to drive to the one farthest away and says oops when I ask where he's going. He misses every exit he possibly can before I catch on when taking me back to where I live on the way back from trips like these. He always does that. It's so manipulative and shitty. Just take me fucking home.

One time he saw I had a stun gun in my bag while going through it without my permission and he said I didn't need to carry that around him and I said I sure as hell do. Which fucking sucks. Any normal person would just exit and block but if I did that, who would I be able to turn to? He really has caused me trouble but I would be in greater trouble without him and that's the truth. The only answer is to lean on myself or get the support of the state, which I was receiving and then my mom sabotaged (!) So it got cancelled which is why I'm depending on the help that he happens to offer! Do you see the issues there? I don't have any family. My friends can't help me besides sending me virtual hugs and everybody is so tired. They're doing their best not to be depressed and here I come! A doomsday cloud big enough to cover the sun. I wouldn't want to talk to me either. I've been blocked for asking for help from friends just because people don't want to be involved and don't want the stress. I remember "I want that shit out of my hair".

Another thing: I call my stuffed animal my son because like... Idk. He's my son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that creepy asshole fucker kept calling him HIS SON and OUR SON and I got so pissed and kept correcting him. The same way I would correct him when he'd call me his girlfriend to his friends.

Can someone who isn't him please care more than he does?

[residentdormouse]

WIP Wednesday (Thursday)

Thank you for the tag @imagine-you! So I'm assuming rules for this are to just post a short snippet of what you are working on right now. If that was not, oops - my bad. Its what I turned it into though, so I guess those are the rules now? Eh, we do what we want here.

I don't have a terrible large amount to share yet, but I will try something. The only WIP I have actively going right now is my original story 'Close to the Vale'. This is from the beginning chapter:

Vapors from the bottom shelf bourbon burned her nostrils as she swirled it around her glass.  With the surrounding atmosphere, having the lingering scent of alcohol was probably for the best. Smoke never bothered her much, and the bar itself was wiped somewhat regularly, but everything else? Questionable, at best. There was truth to be found in the ‘ignorance is bliss’ concept, and probing into the mysterious substances on the floor for too long seemed unwise. At least getting here early meant she was able to secure one of the few bar stools without any kind of an unknown stick to it. This wasn’t even touching the issue of the single stall bathroom that had definitely seen better days, all of which being well before she was born. No, the setting was lacking, but the drinks were cheap and everybody left her alone. One more swirl, and she downed the liquid in a single gulp. The horrid taste had vanished after the first two shots, and those were polished off about an hour ago. Now, she might as well have been drinking water.

No Pressure Tagging: @asirensrage, @heavensfallenfaction, @joeysjaskier, @cxttlefishcxller, @stesierra - and OPEN TAG to anybody who would like to share a bit of writing! Please '@' Me!!

[thlayli-ra]

I was inspired by a writing prompt on @sinderellanightwolf 's blog and just HAD to write it down. Let me know what you think!

Kissing Request; 42 (Life or Death kisses)

Pairing - Finn Balor/The Shield (Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose)

AU - Police

Rating - Mature (sexual themes)

Contains - M/M, kissing, fondling, hostage situation

Word Count - 2,076 words

The armed men had rushed in around noon taking as many hostages as they could and barricading themselves into a small windowless room. The police had cordoned off the building and surrounding streets but the SWAT teams had been told to hold back for now - there was no clear way inside and they couldn't risk harming the hostages.

And that was where Finn came in. He was considered one of the best hostage crisis negotiators in the state, revered among his peers. Unshakeably cool under pressure with bags of Irish charm, he had faced countless situations like this before and always managed to de-escalate the situation without a single drop of blood spilled.

In fact, the terrorists had asked for him by name.

Having arrived at the scene and been debriefed, Finn pulled on a bulletproof vest, grabbed his headset and made his way under the barrier tape. He was greeted by three officers, all dressed in full riot gear and holding large rifles.

'Agent Balor,' the largest and broadest of the three greeted the Irishman with a firm handshake. 'Officer Reigns. This is Officer Ambrose and Officer Rollins. We'll be your cover out there.'

'Think of us as your personal shield,' Rollins added with a smirk.

'It's comforting to know I have men like you watching my back,' Finn remarked. 'Have they made any demands yet?'

'Nope,' Ambrose shook his head. 'They refuse to talk to anybody but you.'

'Then let's not waste anymore time,' Finn said and walked towards the building, flanked by the three officers. By now, it was rush hour and the area had gathered a large crowd of onlookers watching the proceedings with morbid fascination. Finn ignored their stares and the heat of the mid-summer sun as he turned on his headset.

'Hello? This is Agent Finn Balor, can you hear me?' No response. 'Hello, this is Agent Finn Balor, is there anybody there? Please respond if you can-'

'It's him! It's him!' He heard an excited voice on the other end of his line. 'Is that Agent Balor?'

'Yes, it is.'

'Say something Irish!'

'Ummm, what's the craic?'

A pause. 'Yeah it's definitely him!'

Finn took little notice of the strange behaviour. Gain enough of a reputation in a field such as his and the weirdos inevitably came crawling out of the woodwork. 'Now that we've established it's really me, let's try and work something out, shall we? Some of those people in there have families waiting for them at home. Let's try and get them back in time for supper.'

'Now listen here,' the voice turned aggressive, 'we have our demands and if they're not met, we're gonna open fire and kill every last person here, understand?'

'I understand,' Finn swiped aside any nerves; this was not the time for them.

'Oh, and we have a monitor in here, we're watching the news coverage so we can see you, Agent Balor and everybody else out there with you.'

The hint of a shiver danced up the Irishman's spine. He was glad of the large armed men around him. 'I have no intention of lying or deceiving you. Please, tell me your demands.'

The line went quiet and the sound of muffled voices rustled in the background. The terrorist was conferring with his partner-in-crime. 'Ok, Agent Balor. Our first demand is...' A bead of sweat trickled down Finn's forehead but he paid it no heed as he waited for their response. '...you must go up to that guy beside you and kiss him.'

Finn blinked. 'I... I'm sorry, can you repeat that?'

'Go kiss that guy to your right,' the voice said again, confirming Finn's suspicions. 'Not just a peck either, make it steamy.'

'You... want me to kiss Officer Rollins?' He eyed the officer in question who looked as confused as he did.

'You want us to shoot these people?'

'No, of course I don't, it's just that-?' His eyes met those of Rollins who shouldered his rifle.

'It's life or death here, Agent Balor,' he said, pulling up the visor of his helmet. 'I'll do my duty if you will.'

The Irishman's heart skipped a beat at the dark doe eyes and pretty face staring back at him. There were certainly worse situations he could find himself in 'Ok, fine. I'll do it. Are you watching?'

'Oh yeeeah, we are!'

Finn rolled his eyes as he walked up to Officer Rollins. Put on the spot, the pair awkwardly grasped one another by the shoulders before leaning in. Finn flinched momentarily as Officer Rollins' mouth found his and closed his eyes, the two of them standing rigid with their lips flattened against the others.

'Come on Agent Balor,' the voice in his ear chastised, 'this aint some high school church dance. Use a little tongue.'

Rollins was the first to comply and opened his mouth, his hot breath steaming Finn's skin, masterfully engulfing the Irishman's full lips. The grip on his shoulders tightened and Rollins turned his face, deepening the passionate kiss even more. Finn was left stunned when Rollins' tongue slipped between his lips, the soft caress enough to draw a needy groan from his throat.

'You're obviously enjoying yourself Agent Balor,' the voice teased. 'He must be a very good kisser.'

Finn couldn't deny it; Officer Rollins was a master at his craft. Sensual, sweet and attentive. He could do this for an eternity, locked in his embrace. By the time the officer released the Irishman, his pale skin had turned a deep pink.

It took him a while to find his voice. 'Is... was that enough for you?'

'That was perfection,' the voice on the other end of the line purred.

'Big guy,' another voice sounded, obviously his partner-in-crime. 'Do the big guy next.'

'No, leave him till last. Do the other one first,'

'Yeah, the guy with the really slim waist.'

'So, now you want me to kiss Officer Ambrose?' Finn confirmed, his voice still breathy from his encounter with Rollins.

'Yeah, yeah. Do it.' Ambrose was already making his way towards him, leaving Finn little time to think. 'Wait, take off his helmet, we wanna see his face.'

'Go on,' Ambrose prompted and Finn slipped the black helmet and visor from the man's head. A tangle of sandy blonde curls tumbled loose from his crown, which he flicked back with a jerk of his head and fixed the Irishman with two simmering blue eyes. Finn barely had time to process how gorgeous the officer was before his face was grabbed by two gloved hands and Ambrose shoved his lips onto his.

Compared to Rollins, Ambrose was sloppy and animalistic, all teeth and spittle as he nipped the Irishman's lips over and over. The grip on his face was strong and unyielding, rugged fingers curling into Finn's beard and gripping it tightly so that he could not pull away. Not that he wanted to! As different as Rollins' and Ambrose's styles were, they were as equally addictive. While Rollins' sensuality stole Finn's breath away, Ambrose's roughness kicked up his heart until it pounded against his rib cage, adrenaline flooding his senses.

Biting down one last time, the nip enough to draw a small bead of blood, Ambrose let go with another jerk of his head, shooting the Irishman a lopsided smirk. Smug bastard! Finn stumbled on wobbly legs, resisting the urge to wipe the dampness from his chin.

'Having fun, Agent Balor?' the voice was cackling now, mocking the once cool, composed negotiator. 'We certainly are.'

'Let me guess, you have one more demand?' Finn asked aloud, looking over his shoulder to spy the largest of the three men. 'You want me to kiss Officer Reigns next?'

'You are so clever, Agent Balor,' the voice cheered.

'And if I do this, you will let the hostages go?' Finn pressed.

'Yes, every one, and we will put down our weapons and turn ourselves in.'

'Then I'd best do it, hadn't I?'

Without being instructed, Finn lifted the helmet from Officer Reigns' head, finding to his delight another handsome face, with tanned skin and a strong jaw. His lips looked as delicious as fruit freshly plucked from the bough and Finn wasted no time in capturing them. The larger man parted his lips to let Finn in, wrapping his arms around the Irishman and grasping him firmly.

'Grab his ass!' the voice commanded and before Finn could ask who the order was directed at, Reigns' hands moved to his backside and cupped both pert cheeks in his giant palms. Finn pulled his head back and gasped when large, strong fingers began to knead the tautly muscled flesh, in return hearing something like a tiger's growl rumbling in the pit of the larger man's throat.

Reigns pounced, taking possession of the Irishman's lips once more, sucking them into his warm mouth while his tongue explored them further. Reigns clearly enjoyed being in charge and Finn happily gave his body over to the officer, succumbing to the larger man's raw domination. One hand fell away from his backside to grab a fistful of his short, dark hair, tugging until the Irishman hissed. Reigns had done this before and knew exactly what he was doing - the force on his hair perfectly weighted between pain and rapture. Finn whimpered like an excited puppy.

'Oh Agent Balor, the noises you're making,' the voice whined down his ear. 'You're making us very jealous. We left you the best for last, didn't we?'

Finn couldn't answer; his mouth now belonged to Reigns. He could barely even reciprocate but the officer didn't care. Between the hand in his hair, the hand on his ass and the tongue in his mouth, Reigns was getting enough from the Irishman to satiate his desires.

When he finally pulled away, Finn felt dizzy, as if he'd just been through an out-of-body experience and had abruptly returned to his senses. He swiped a hand through his sweaty hair, reality jarring back into focus when the butt of his palm hit his headset.

'Is that it?' he said, remembering the job at hand. 'Did I meet your demands?'

'Ohhh, that and more, Agent Balor,' the voice sang. 'Look towards the door.'

Finn turned around and was hit with a wave of relief when the double doors to the building opened and a crowd of wide-eyed hostages fled to freedom. At last, the SWAT team rushed inside while the police force attended to the survivors. The line in his ear went dead, replaced by loud static. Removing his headset, he was suddenly hit with the full force of his condition. He was breathless and lightheaded, his lips bruised and his chin dripping. Glancing around at the mass of faces watching him in an almost voyeuristic fashion, he felt as if he was naked. He absentmindedly popped up the collar of his leather jacket in a feeble attempt to hide from their gazes.

'Good job, Agent Balor,' it was Reigns who spoke, Rollins and Ambrose falling in line behind him. They didn't seem fazed by their strange day in the slightest. 'The terrorists have been arrested and not a single hostage hurt. I'd call that a success.'

'Aye, sure,' Finn hushed out through trembling lips.

'Here,' Reigns held out his hand, a card between his two fingers. 'Call any time, if you need mine or...' he glanced back over his shoulder with a sly grin, '..all of our services again.'

'Thanks,' Finn said, taking the card. 'I'll bear that in mind.'

The three men left and Finn stood alone, staring down at the card when he heard his name being called. Turning around, he saw two men in handcuffs being shoved into a police van. 'Thank you, Agent Balor! Until next time!'

'WE LOVE YOU!' the other one hollered before he was wrestled into the van.

Finn shook his head in disbelief. What a day! Now, he'd head back to his office and write up the paperwork. Then it was straight home for a shower (a cold one, preferably) and a beer (even colder). Before walking away, however, he looked down at the card Reigns had given him, rubbing his tattooed hand over his slick chin. He'd be sure to keep this little treasure safe - he had a feeling he'd be needing the boys before long.

Maybe for a personal assignment next time!

[wheeler-fan]

Mike wheeler is more complex than just someone who cannot express his love with words. Actually, it's not even a big deal to not be able to say ily if you can show it. In Mike's case, it's not a question of not being able to say it. He just cannot fully be himself around El which is what he literally told Will in the Van scene and in fact not just around El... he always tries to please others to look cool but what about what he wants/ needs? I think the fact that El and him distanced themselves at the end of the show is speaking more than words about the effect of that monologue on their relationship.

Mike avoiding El to not have a convo with her about that monologue and El avoiding Mike to avoid telling him that she didn't need that ily anymore cause she gave Mike the chance to prove her that he loved her but he was only willing to finally say it when Will pushed him to to so without even having to beg him for that.

* i agree with u that it's not a big deal if u can show it but the fact is that eleven needs words- she was raised in the lab when no one showed her that she means something- she was the one who had to impress with her abilities to be appreciated and the words was the only thing what matters there, that's the reason why she always says that friends don't lie and put so much attention to "i love u" from mike even in the letters. You have to remember that she hasn't got a childhood and there's still a lot of things that works different for her than anybody else.

*also there's a lot more about Mike's character, he feels that he's not enough, that he failed as a boyfriend, as a friend or best friend, as a brother, as a son and probably even as a student bc Ted puts a lot of pressure here. He thinks he's useless for the love of his life, he thinks that she just needed someone and now she can handle everything on her own and she's gonna leave him. He blames himself for everything and probably thinks that he's corrupting everything and annoying everyone.

* and about the distance between them at the end of s4, eleven distanced herself from everyone because she felt guilty about what happened not only from mike, mike told Will about that- he said that she has never lost a fight like that before, and she started to think that brenner was right that she wasn't ready, just bc mike respect her space doesn't mean that everything between them is done.

* besides, Will didn't "push" him to do it, if you interpret Mike's monologue as nothing serious because Will told him not to stop talking to her, then i feel bad for u, Mike was losing his mind because Eleven was literally dying in front of him and he couldn't do anything because he knew that she was actually somewhere far away in max's brain, we have many cases in st where characters stand "frozen" from fear, so don't tell me you're seeing this for the first time. Will just told him to keep doing what he was already doing and everything Mike told Eleven was sincere.