#if you’ve played the game you know this feeling

[ryebread0605]

Hii! Hope you're doing great.

Can you do dorm leaders of twisted wonderland with a mute or blind reader? ( male reader)

It's okay if not and thanks! (✿❛◡❛)

This is a very fun one to do cuz I love to see disability rep in fanfics (especially as a disabled person!) I hope you don’t mind that I did deaf and blind!

Riddle: 

he just thinks you’re ignoring him at first when he yells at you to go to specific areas you don’t know, which leads to many instances of the collar being put on you 

He gets curious when he sees deuce leading you around everywhere 

Started to get suspicious when he found out you do all your essays and readings through the computer

Yeah he’s not the type to figure out you are blind on his own

Finally comes to a head as you’re painting the roses, he comes behind you and goes “NO THOSE ARE BLUE NOT RED! WHAT, ARE YOU BLIND OR SOMETHING?” 

Awkward silence begins and it finally clicks 

Poor boy is apologetic beyond belief and will do anything in his power to make up for it

Goes out of his way to make sure every single corner in the heartslabyul form has a cushion against it so you won’t hurt yourself 

“I’m so sorry (name) I promise I didn’t know. Please, if there’s any way we can accommodate you more, let myself or Trey know!”

Leona:

at first, he sees you as weak, an easy target

Until he tries to sneak up on you and get an elbow straight to the gut

He can tell right away that you don’t let being blind hold you back and DAMN does he respect it

Jack is given the duty of being your eyes, seeing as you have numeral classes together and are both freshmen

He adds a detail to spelldrive so you can play, making it so the disc beeps when it’s close to you so you can catch it 

He will never admit that his instincts are telling him to take the small weak cub under his wing

“Look, in this dorm it’s survival of the fittest. If you’ve spent this long at NRC without being taken out by a dumbass, you got what it takes to be part of the dorm”

Azul:

because of the Sea Witch stories, it became mandatory for all merfolk to learn some version of sign language

He can easily spot you are deaf and tries to strike up a deal first, only he mixes it up in his mind and signs ‘date’ instead 

Both of you are blushing messes but why not? 

You help to properly teach him and the tweels proper sign language and in return you now have 3 powerful and influential men there to protect you at any time 

“I must ask, do you think it would be a fruitful venture to hold a paid for sign language class? Of course the proceeds would go to a charity! That charity being getting you those hearing aids you’ve been wanting”

Kalim:

Is very confused as you don’t seem to hear him at all, making him practically yell

Jamil has to be the one to tell him that you could just be deaf

This mans is FLUENT in sign and will have the best gossip to tell you that only you two can hear 

Jamil is happy cuz it keeps him out of trouble and keeps the dorm quiet

Until Kalim realizes he can raise the music so you can feel the bass 

“Isn’t this awesome! I knew you’d love this song! Everyone deserves the chance to party in Scarabia!”

Vil:

he has worked with plenty of people so it’s no surprise he knows how to sign 

During the SDC, he makes sure you have a seat closest to the speakers so you can feel the vibrations the best 

Offers several times to make you a hearing potion but accepts that it is a part of you that you wish to keep 

ASL is now mandatory to learn in the Pomefiore dorm (with permission from Crowley who sees this as an opportunity to show how inclusive his school is)

“(Name) how does this seat work for you? Is it close enough to the speaker? Or would you rather have an interpreter? Just let me know potato”

Idia:

it makes him feel so relaxed to know you can’t see him

You enjoy video games AND you can’t clock his looks? Hell yes

He’s ringing up STYX right away to sent a Cerberus unit as a guide dog for you 

If you are up to it, he would love to make cyber eyes for you to give you sight back

Gets super excited hanging out with you and lets himself be himself because in his eyes you can’t see him so you don’t judge him 

“-and yeah! He should be all set up for your fingerprint id! If any problems happen, like normies trying to get in your way, he has an op defense mode”

Malleus:

by FAR the most protective of you

Since you can’t see, he worries others will take advantage of that and he is NOT having that

He is your person guard dragon and will follow you around everywhere  

Has set up his nest in Diasomnia (because I like the idea that he keeps dragon instincts like nesting and hoarding) to include a tactile pathway to both the bathroom and door so you have more sense of freedom

If he can’t guard you, Lilia will. Lilia is a lot more ferocious in his guarding as he had blind soldiers when he was a general

“Child of man, if you need anything, money is no problem. I could get you set up with working eyes if you would like. But if you prefer how you are, that’s alright too”

[astrolook]

Degree Theory: Astrology’s Version of Skill Levels (Noobs to Final Bosses) 🎮🌟

You already know your Sun sign, but did you know the degree number it’s at can unlock even more secrets about you? 🤯

Every planet in your birth chart sits at a specific degree (0°-29°), and these numbers add an extra layer of meaning to your personality, strengths, and even life lessons.

Let’s break it down planet by planet—with a fun, no-BS take.

0° – The Cosmic Newborn 👶

"I’m here to start something big."

Planets at 0° act like fresh energy—pure, unfiltered, and ready to shake things up. People with 0° placements feel like pioneers, as if the universe dropped them off and said, "Figure it out!"

🔹 Sun at 0°: You radiate raw, unfiltered main character energy. You’re not here to follow—you're here to lead (or at least dramatically exist).

🔹 Moon at 0°: Your emotions are pure instinct—you don’t just feel things, you ARE the feeling. Mood swings? Nah, mood rollercoasters.

🔹 Mercury at 0°: Words just spill out, whether they make sense or not. Genius or chaotic chatterbox—depends on the day.

🔹 Venus at 0°: You love like a Disney princess—pure, big, dramatic. Also, zero poker face when you’re into someone.

🔹 Mars at 0°: Immediate action. No waiting, no thinking, just punching the gas (and sometimes people).

🔹 Jupiter at 0°: The lucky golden retriever of astrology. You say yes to everything, and somehow life rewards you for it.

🔹 Saturn at 0°: Born responsible. You came out of the womb stressed about taxes.

🔹 Uranus at 0°: You’re the definition of unpredictable. Even you don’t know what you’ll do next.

🔹 Neptune at 0°: You live in your own fantasy world, and reality is just a suggestion.

🔹 Pluto at 0°: Intensity level? Maximum. You were born with a “destroy and rebuild” button.

1��-9° – The Rising Star 🌟

"I’m developing my power."

Planets at early degrees feel like fresh talent in training—raw, ambitious, and figuring things out.

🔹 Sun at 5°: You’re the rising star in your social circle. Humble beginnings, but just wait—you're gonna shine.

🔹 Moon at 3°: Emotional development in progress. You’re learning what feels right and what just feels…ick.

🔹 Mercury at 7°: Brain-to-mouth filter? Still buffering. But your ideas? Gold.

🔹 Venus at 2°: Love is cute, fun, flirty—until you catch feelings, then it’s panic mode.

🔹 Mars at 8°: Your drive is explosive, but figuring out when to stop is the real challenge.

🔹 Jupiter at 6°: Luck works in your favor when you’re brave enough to take risks.

🔹 Saturn at 9°: Learning responsibility early in life, but still finding that work-hard-play-hard balance.

🔹 Uranus at 4°: Experimenting with your rebellious streak, but not fully committing (yet).

🔹 Neptune at 1°: A dreamer who’s just waking up to their spiritual and creative potential.

🔹 Pluto at 5°: Transformation is happening, but it’s not at full power (yet).

10°-19° – The Master of the Craft 🎓

"I know exactly what I’m doing."

Middle-degree planets are strong, balanced, and naturally expressed—not too raw, not too extreme.

🔹 Sun at 15°: Peak confidence. You own your personality like it’s patented.

🔹 Moon at 12°: Emotionally balanced—until someone messes with your peace. Then it’s war.

🔹 Mercury at 18°: Quick wit, great communicator, could talk their way out of a crime.

🔹 Venus at 14°: Aesthetic queen/king. Your love life and your fashion sense? Both on point.

🔹 Mars at 17°: Strategic AF. You know when to strike and when to chill—warrior with a plan.

🔹 Jupiter at 11°: Wise and lucky. Life is a game and you’ve got the cheat codes.

🔹 Saturn at 19°: The mature friend who somehow also enjoys chaos. You handle responsibility like a pro.

🔹 Uranus at 16°: Balanced rebel. Knows when to push boundaries and when to play along.

🔹 Neptune at 10°: Dreams are just clear enough to bring to reality. Manifesting pro.

🔹 Pluto at 13°: Power? Controlled but always present. You scare people (in a good way).

20°-28° – The Old Soul 🦉

"I’ve seen it all, and I’m here to finish the job."

Late-degree planets are intense, wise, and powerful—but also impatient because they’ve been through it all.

🔹 Sun at 25°: You’re a boss, period. No time for games, just legacy-building.

🔹 Moon at 22°: Emotionally deep AF. You KNOW things before people even open their mouths.

🔹 Mercury at 28°: Talks like a professor and a stand-up comedian at the same time.

🔹 Venus at 26°: Love is serious business. No casual dating, just intense connections.

🔹 Mars at 21°: Unstoppable force. You’ve already mastered action—now you’re here to win.

🔹 Jupiter at 23°: Wise beyond your years. You’ve learned all the lessons and now you’re the teacher.

🔹 Saturn at 27°: Life has tested you more than most, but you wear your scars like armor.

🔹 Uranus at 28°: Fully awakened rebel. You break all the rules, but somehow succeed anyway.

🔹 Neptune at 24°: Master manifestor. You make the impossible seem normal.

🔹 Pluto at 27°: Your power is legendary. You were born to make generational changes.

29° – The Fated Degree 🔥 (Final Boss Level of Astrology)

"This energy is my final test."

29° is called the "Anaretic Degree," aka the boss battle of astrology. It’s like cramming for a final exam—the universe is making sure you’ve truly mastered this planetary energy. If you have a planet here, there’s often urgency, intensity, and a feeling of fate around that area of life.

🔹 Sun at 29°: Walking powerhouse. You’ve learned all there is about your identity, and now it’s your final test to own it. Spotlight finds you whether you want it or not.

🔹 Moon at 29°: Emotional sage. You’ve felt it all, been through emotional hell and back, and now your intuition is on god-tier mode. But emotions can feel overwhelming, like you're carrying generations of feelings.

🔹 Mercury at 29°: Brilliant but exhausted mind. Your thoughts race at 5G speed, but decision-making is HARD because you see all the options. Overthinking is your enemy.

🔹 Venus at 29°: Love and beauty master. You’ve seen every possible romantic situation—loyalty, betrayal, passion, heartbreak. Now, love feels fated and no casual flings will do.

🔹 Mars at 29°: The warrior with no off switch. You’ve been in SO many battles (literal or metaphorical) that your go-to reaction is "fight first, think later." But the lesson? Not every war is worth it.

🔹 Jupiter at 29°: Lucky but reckless. You know how to take risks and make big moves, but sometimes it’s too much, too fast. Learning when to pull back is key.

🔹 Saturn at 29°: The old soul who’s been through the wringer. You’ve mastered responsibility, but you might feel like you’ve been an adult since age 5. Final test? Balancing hard work with actual joy.

🔹 Uranus at 29°: Rebel genius. You’ve already mastered breaking rules, revolutionizing ideas, and making history. Now? You need to use that power responsibly.

🔹 Neptune at 29°: Spiritual visionary. You’ve seen through the illusion, lived in your dreams, and touched the mystical. Now, the challenge is staying grounded in reality while keeping the magic alive.

🔹 Pluto at 29°: Transformation overload. You were born into powerful, life-changing experiences. Intensity follows you like a shadow, but your final test is learning to control the fire instead of letting it consume you.

So, What’s Your Degree Number? 🤔

Want to know what your planet’s degrees say about you? Message me for a personalized astrology reading and take a look at my pinned post as well! 🔮✨

[hanafubukki]

When you awoke, there’s a box by your side.

You carefully open it to see…a key?

It was small, made of metal, and green with a symbol you were far too familiar with by now.

“It’s yours.”

You look up, startled to see him awake.

Lilia’s not a morning person, so to see him awake without a fuss? It made you wonder if he was up this entire time waiting for you.

“What’s this key for? Your heart?”

Lilia laughs as he pulls you close.

Covering your hand with his, “Khee hee~ You already have my heart.”

A hand entangled into your hair; thumb loosening the muscles on your neck.

You lean into him as he continues, “You’ve been patient with me, precious.”

You knew the words he meant to say.

He is Lilia Vanrouge.

He’s a fae who loves to play pranks.

He played games well into the mornings.

But he was also a fae with secrets.

One who held wounds deep into his soul.

He might smile and jest, but there are stories he will never tell.

To have that Lilia Vanrouge offer you a key to his room.

A room that would normally be his sanctum.

You know what such a move means.

You might have joked before about the key to his heart, but was the truth so far? When he allowed you free entrance to come and go as you please?

You pressed kisses from his shoulder to his neck before nuzzling under his chin, feeling him slightly tremble from the sensation.

“You are worth the wait.”

You kiss the corner of his mouth and feel it curl upwards.

There’s the smile you love so much.

Beautiful.

He’s a night fae, and you will always adore the way the moon’s light reflects off him.

But the beauty from the rays of morning light is not to be denied either.

His magenta eyes and pink streaks are emphasized, especially now, from the hints of brightness that peaks through his curtains.

His fanged smile radiant, even more so than the sun.

You tighten your hand that’s entwined with his: the one with the key between you.

Cupping his cheek with the other, “Thank you.”

You kiss him.

I love you.

He holds you by the neck, deepening the kiss.

I love you too.

I am still not over that Valentine’s gift as you can tell 💞💞💞

I love the different ways you can say “I love you.” Yes, there’s always words, but been a bit obsessed with the ways you can express them in actions.

And who is Lilia Vanrouge if not a fae of actions? 💞💞🥰🥰

Also it’s funny but my brain never cooperates with me I swear. 😂😂

Me: I want to make a funny and flirty story.

Brain: 😎 no, we go deep feels.

Me: …..fiinnneee 😶😑

I’m rather proud I was able to write kisses without imploding lol

[kirbmey]

̩̩͙* ㅤ─────ㅤ 𝓟anties & 𝓒ream . . .

。 。 imagine dry humping with bigbother!caleb gone wrong [ 𝗍𝗐𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 ] ♡ྀི

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒓eblog ⠀& ⠀𝒇eedback .ᐣ

you spent the whole friday with your stepbrother caleb, he took you to the mall and bought every single item you landed your eyes on— something that slowly became a habit at the end of the week.

you’ve noticed how he seemed unsettled, anxious when driving back home, something about the way you smelt, the way you hair fell down your back and the way your skirt hugged your body tightly was hard to ignore for him. caleb was trying to be patient with you, let things take a natural course, but there was only so much he could take. he was a man with needs after all.

the way you’d lick sauce off your mouth with that wet and pinky tongue of yours, blushing when he stared at you too intensely, the way you’d ask him to help you choose between dresses, having to witness your naked body inside the changing room. he wanted to play it cool, normalize your sister—brother relationship but it seemed his dick had a mind of its own.

how was he supposed to keep his hands to himself if you sat on his lap when looking for a movie to wrap up such a perfect friday? squirming while trying to find a comfortable position on top of his muscular and long legs. he could feel the fabric of your damn panties against the sweats he put on when stepping inside the house— if he tried harder enough he could smell a faint scent of sweat coming from your skin due to the body heat he emanated.

caleb just couldn’t do this anymore, couldn’t give you more time. he just had to place his feet flat on the ground while holding your hips, thrusting his own in a circling motion, the gasp escaping your plump lips another reason to keep going. your silky panties became wet and the friction was so much more smoother, grabbing your throat to push your back against his chest and pepper wet kisses all over your face, shushing you when questioning what he was doing— “ shh, pips, gege is just playing a little game cuz this movie is so boring. ” “ it’ll be a lot more fun, you trust me? ”

and of course you trust him :( letting your big brother manhandle you against the comfort of your bed, opening your legs wide to settle between them and take a look at the silky fabric, massaging your clit slowly. you were incredibly wet, but he needed it wetter. messier. his mind running foggy when the heat engulfing his balls became too much, having to take a second when his head started spinning.

he didn’t think about it and just took a bottle of cherry scented cream from your nightstand, pouring it over your stupid panties and his now free cock, moaning at the cold feeling. god, caleb knew he was even more sensitive than you, moaning louder than your vocal cords could allow you, starting to rut against your core with sloppy movements.

the softness of your unaware sighs pushed him to the edge, penetrating your pussy through the damp fabric, his glasses getting foggy and adding to the mush he had going on his fucked up head. — “ f-fuck, yes, yes… ” is all he could murmur, leaning over to spit in your droolly mouth and lick your parted lips :(

you (he) were like two puppies in heat who didn’t know how to get off, rutting against each other and spitting in your love—bitten lips, moaning harder against his when he turned you around, toying now with the hole you never dared to touch. — “ g-gege, nngh, not there ! ” “ shh, princess, take it . . . you’ll fucking love it. ” and so he fucked his cockhead into your ass, grabbing onto the fat of your hips.

hard, sloppy and wet.

it didn’t take long for both of you to come undone, his balls full of cum he had to hold on for the whole day, shooting warm white ropes against your back while your juices dripped all over the mattress, pooling underneath you, almost passing out against the soft and welcoming fluffy pillows.

you don’t even remember when caleb knelt behind you to lick your panties clean, spreading your pussy lips underneath the fabric with his thumbs as he fucked the cloth against you over and over with his tongue, not getting enough of the cherry taste. let’s say he edged himself over and over while you definitely passed out.

he waited long enough and now he would take you as long as he wanted . . . <3

[aventurineswife]

What about fem!reader telling aventurine that she's pregnant??

How would he react??

Aventurine’s reaction to the news of your pregnancy would be a masterclass in controlled chaos—both externally composed and internally spiraling.

At first, there would be a moment of stunned silence, his ever-present smirk faltering just slightly. It’s a rare sight—his mask slipping—but only for a second before he recovers, leaning back with an exaggerated exhale, perhaps running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Well, well… what a high-stakes gamble you’ve placed before me, darling." His voice is smooth, laced with something unreadable, but his eyes are locked onto yours with an intensity that betrays his casual tone.

Inside? He’s reeling. His mind runs a thousand calculations at once—every risk, every possible outcome, every choice he could make from this moment forward. And then, beneath all of that, there’s something deeper, something unfamiliar clawing at his chest. Fear. Hope. An emotion he can’t name.

For someone who has spent his life controlling the game, this is a move he never anticipated.

If you watch carefully, you might notice his left hand twitch, as if fighting the instinct to hide it behind his back—a subconscious habit when faced with stakes that feel too real. Instead, he reaches for your hand, fingers tracing the back of yours almost absentmindedly. His touch is warm, but there’s tension beneath it, a hesitance he can’t quite shake.

"You know me," he murmurs, voice softer now, more genuine, "I always bet on myself. But this? This is… bigger than any game I’ve ever played."

He lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if still processing. "Tell me, love. Do you think fate is smiling on us… or is this the universe’s cruelest joke yet?"

It’s not dismissive. Not cruel. Just… Aventurine. The man who always couches his sincerity in riddles and half-truths, as if fully embracing it might leave him vulnerable.

But if you look past his words, if you see the way his fingers tighten around yours, the way he doesn’t let go—you’ll know the answer.

For once in his life, he’s willing to take a gamble without calculating the odds.

[meazalykov]

not now, and not again

sydney lohmann x bayern!reader with features of platonic!lena oberdorf x bayern!reader

warnings: acl injury, past acl injuries.

the pain takes over every nerve in your body, the pain shooting up your leg. it is radiating from your left knee like fire. you don’t even register the way you’ve crumpled onto the grass, the way the game stops around you as a whistle pierces through the air. 

your mind is louder. no. no, not again.

the words repeat in your head, a desperate, panicked chant, but nothing drowns out the agony pulsing through your knee. you don’t want to look. you don’t need to. you already know.  

your right knee had already betrayed you once, had taken a year from you, had forced you into months of grueling recovery, of loneliness, of doubt, of fear. that was during your time back in the states playing for north carolina. 

now, your left knee burns, throbs in a way you recognize all too well. 

this can’t be happening.

the stadium’s crowd looks ahead, some in horror and others in sympathy, but all of it feels distant, like background noise to the pain tearing through you. you’re just outside the penalty  box, the damp grass beneath you sticking to your skin, and you barely process the movement around you until hands are on you.  

“hey, hey.. i’m here,” tuva’s voice reaches you first, steady, grounding. 

she kneels beside you, her hand light on your back as if afraid to add to your pain. the scandi’s brows are furrowed, her lips pressed into a worried line. you know that look. concern, fear. 

you hate seeing it directed at you.  

there’s another presence, and this one makes your stomach twist. 

sydney.  

she’s beside you in an instant, her hands gentle but firm as they hover near your shoulders, unsure where to touch without hurting you. the german’s eyes, deep with worry, scan your face before trailing down to your knee, where you know the damage has been done.  

“baby,” her voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it. barely above a whisper. 

“talk to me.”  

you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut. if i talk, i will cry. if you acknowledge it out loud, if you give power to the reality of what’s happening, you’ll break down right here, in front of thousands, and you can’t. you won’t.  

sydney doesn’t push. she just exhales, her hand finding yours where it grips at the grass, knuckles white. she pries your fingers away from your knee so the medics and care for it, wrapping hers around them instead. your girlfriend’s grip is warm, steady. 

she holds on like she can keep you from slipping into the panic clawing at your mind.  

the medics are running now, bright neon vests flashing in your peripheral vision, but all you focus on is the way sydney holds your hand, the way tuva rubs small, reassuring circles on your shoulder. the way your body shakes, not just from pain but from the crushing dread sinking into your chest.  

you hear your name from somewhere, alara, maybe? or lea? voices blurred together by the blood rushing in your ears. 

sydney speaks again, just for you.  

“it’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs, leaning closer, her forehead nearly touching yours. her breath is warm, grounding. 

“whatever happens, i’m here. you hear me? please listen to me, you’re not alone in this.”  

you want to believe her. however, this might mark another dark era in your career.  

as the medics finally reach you, as they kneel beside you and begin their examination, as they press against your knee and the sharp, unbearable sting shoots through your leg, you feel the first tear slip free, tracing hot down your cheek.  

you squeeze sydney’s hand harder.  

she doesn’t let go.

at least until she had to let go when you were taken off the pitch. 

the weight of her absence settled in immediately, a cold contrast to the warmth of her hand in yours. now, sitting in the medic room, you stared at the television mounted on the wall, watching the game continue without you. 

the bright stadium lights flashed across the screen, illuminating players who still had control over their fate tonight. 

you shifted slightly, grimacing at the ache pulsing through your knee. the medical staff had already wrapped it up, the brace feeling eerily familiar, too familiar. you had spent months in something similar, learning how to walk again, how to run again, how to trust your body again. now, here you were and back to square one. 

a knock at the door. light, hesitant. you didn’t answer, but it creaked open anyway. it was lena stepped inside.  

for a moment, she didn’t say anything. she just walked in, leaning against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest. the german’s presence was enough to say it all. 

i’m here. and out of everyone on the team… i  know exactly how you feel.  

lena’s own knee had betrayed her not long ago, forcing her to miss nearly a year of football and the olympics, where she couldn’t even get the bonze medal they all won. 

she was finally coming back, ready to return to the pitch soon. 

you exhaled sharply, still watching the screen. still seeing the minutes tick down.  

“how are you feeling?” she finally asked, voice careful but not overly gentle.  

“like shit.”  

lena chuckled at your bluntness. 

“yeah,” she nodded, “i remember that feeling.”  

you glanced over, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. frustration at the pain, at the situation, at how quickly everything had changed in a matter of seconds.  

“look,” lena said, shifting forward slightly. 

“i came in here because i know your mind is probably going to some dark places right now. it did for me too. if this is your acl… i promise you, it’s not the end. i thought it was, but it wasn’t. it won’t be for you either, especially since you’ve been through this before.”  

your fingers curled against your thigh, not quite believing her. your mind wasn’t giving you the same optimism, not when you could already feel the possibility sinking in like an anchor tied to your chest.  

you exhaled, letting your gaze drift back to the television. the game was still on. ten minutes left. the scoreboard flashed: 2-2. your heart clenched.  

sydney was on the screen now. your girlfriend’s expression was tense, her shoulders stiff. even through the distance, even through the screen, you knew what that look meant. she was stressed. worried. syd’s focus might’ve still been on the game, but part of her mind was on you.  

you swallowed hard. you had scored the first goal of the match earlier, in the seventh minute. it had felt good, the rush of it, the celebration, the way sydney had grinned at you from the bench as you ran past. 

now? now, that might be your last goal for a long time.  

you bit your lip, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes. don’t cry. not now.  

lena stood from the chair, stretching slightly. 

“i should get back out there,” she said, reaching for the door. 

before she left, she turned back to you.  

“i’m sorry for what is happening, y/n. you might hate me for saying this but i was told that things happen for a reason,” she told you, a conviction in her voice that you couldn’t match right now. 

“i had to learn that the hard way. you’ll get through this. i know you will.”  

you couldn’t find the words to respond. not before lena leaned down, wrapping you in a quick, firm hug.  

then, she was gone.  

the second the door closed behind her, the first tear fell.  

you tried to hold it in, tried to keep it together, but the weight of it all crashed over you like a tidal wave. you squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenching against the edge of the table.  

not again. 

you thought back to the beginning with sydney. to the way you first met, shortly after the 2023 world cup. neither of you had come out of that tournament feeling good. your country had been expected to go to the finals, only to get sent home in the knockout rounds. sydney’s germany hadn’t even made it past the group stage.  

she had texted you on instagram first. a simple message. nothing much. you hadn’t even played in the same league back then, let alone the same club. you texted her back yet somehow, conversation after conversation, late-night calls and shared frustrations, she became someone you didn’t just want to talk to. she became someone who you needed.  

now, a year and a half later, she wasn’t just some footballer friend you met online. she is your girlfriend and you were here, playing in germany, a bayern player until 2028.  

the thought of the next world cup drifted into your mind, uninvited. 2027. if you recovered in time, if you did everything right, you could still make it. you could still prove yourself. 

realistically, you knew you couldn’t rush this, not if it really was your acl again.  

you wiped at your face quickly, hating how your hands shook. 

the game was ending. 2-2. bayern and lyon locked in a draw.  

there was a knock at the door again.  

this time, you knew who it was before you even turned your head.

the door swings open before you even have the chance to respond. sydney doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate. she’s already dropping her cleats onto the floor with a dull thud, rushing toward you before you can even register the desperation in her eyes.  

then, she’s holding you as you fall into her, letting go of the last thread of control you had over your emotions. the tears spill freely now, soaking into the red of her kit, the same one you were still wearing, though it felt heavier on you now, like it didn’t belong anymore.  

sydney doesn’t say anything at first. she just holds you. syd’s arms wrap around you, pulling you into her as if she can shield you from the pain, from the fear, from the familiar nightmare of what could be happening to you again.  

the woman’s lips press soft, warm kisses against your temple, your cheeks, light touches meant to ground you, meant to remind you she’s here. you squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the way her hands move over your body…one firm on your lower back, the other tracing light circles on your thigh, just above your injured knee.  

“i’m here,” she murmurs, her voice steady despite the emotions weighing in it. 

“this time, i’m here.”  

you nod against her chest, gripping onto her jersey like it’s the only thing keeping you together. because last time, she wasn’t here. you had barely known each other back then, still strangers despite the messages, despite the late-night conversations that never quite dipped into this.  

now, she knew you. she knew everything about you. every fear, every unspoken worry you didn’t even have to voice.  

“i know what you’re thinking,” she whispers, and you almost scoff. of course, she does. 

“but whatever’s going on in your head right now, it won’t happen. i know this is happening but your worst fears to come out of this? they won’t come true.”  

you want to believe her. you do. the pain in your knee is still there, the brace still heavy, the memory of your first injury still fresh even after all this time.  

your breath shakes as you try to calm yourself, focusing on her. on the warmth of her body, on the soft way she keeps pressing kisses to your skin, on the way her fingers never stop moving, as if she’s afraid to let you feel alone in this.  

so you turn your head from her chest, pressing a firm kiss against her lips.  

she responds immediately, deepening it just enough to let you feel her. it’s not desperate, not rushed. it’s steady, grounding, the kind of kiss that reminds you that you’re not alone here, not this time. 

when you pull away, you whisper it against her soft lips. 

“i love you.”  

it’s a thank you as much as it’s a declaration. a reminder that even if this feels impossible, even if you feel like you’re drowning, she’s here.  

sydney exhales softly, resting her forehead against yours. 

“i love you more,” she says, voice unwavering. she pulls back just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing away the tears still lingering on your cheek.  

“and i’m with you through this,” she promises, “since i couldn’t be last time.”  

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[revelboo]

A lot of the stuff in your version of TFP, is kind of giving beastars, the carnivore and herbivore interrelationship kind of vibe. with both species need to have a full understanding of one another.

There’s a lot of misunderstandings when you’re dealing with different species/cultures and I like playing up those moments

Broken Arrow Pt 17

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Blowing out a breath as you ignore his blatant staring, you dangle your feet into the heated bath tub you’d convinced him to get the Vehicons to build for you. Though really, it’s more a pool than anything else. Pushing your plush robe off and fiddling with your jingly harness to undo it, you hear his low, predatory growl and pointedly ignore it. Know the tub was a bribe to get back in your good graces after he’d decided to asset dominance by petting you in front of all of his subordinates while sitting on his stupid throne. Or maybe that had just been him trying to make everyone around him uncomfortable for his amusement.

• Rumbling as you lean to drop your harness onto the floor, you push off into the water without even acknowledging him. Still angry and embarrassed about before. It’ll take some time to get you to understand that you’re his. You shouldn’t care what his underlings think, because their opinions don’t matter when it comes to you. Eventually, you’ll allow him to fully bond you. Resting an arm against the counter your little tub is on, he watches the way you move in the water, the way you can twist and bend. And breaking the surface for air, you frown at him when he dabbles his claws in the water. “Do you need something?” You demand, treading water. Primus, that tone of your goes right through him. The challenge in it stringing him tight because it demands a reaction.

• Grinning to bare those sharp denta at you, there’s no denying the thrill of provoking him on purpose even though you know he’ll eventually bite. Heat and interest coiling you tight despite yourself when he vaults up onto the counter, mass shifting and studies your pool. He wouldn’t come in. He can’t. His metal butt will sink like a big, pointy rock. Clawed servos gripping the edge, he hauls himself over and drops in with you, sloshing water over the side of the tub. And you retreat to the far end, eyes narrowed and trying not to crack up, because he’s standing, but the water is deep enough only his grinning mouth up is showing. Like the world’s ugliest crocodile.

• You’re much less confidant now, treading water as far from him as you can get. Stalking after you, he’s slower in the water and you tense until he’s almost close enough to grab you before you dive underneath and swim away. Making him work to capture you. Patiently tracking you and following, aware that you’re trying so hard not to smile. That you want to be caught. “You’re too slow,” you taunt, growing more confident that he can’t catch you. And he’s going to pin you to the wall of your tub and frag you until you can’t move once he gets his servos on you. You’re faster, but he doubts you have the stamina to keep darting around like that forever.

• Cracking up when he just grins at you and patiently follows, his expression is almost playful. You’ve seen him tease you before, but this feels different. He’s enjoying this game. Hunting you like prey appealing to some part of him and you know what he’ll do when he gets those big hands on you. That grin of his is a promise and a threat. Realizing something is very messed up with you for wanting to be caught by him. To feel him inside you, almost too rough, too wild. To feel those sharp denta leave another careful mark on your skin. Breath hitching, you dive to avoid him and slide your thigh against his leg flirting with danger and barely getting away before he can grab for you.

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[joloml]

stray kids younger ninth member headcannons

pairing youngot9 x stray kids

warnings mentions of teasing, cursing

notes i lost the request for this i think i accidentally deleted it bruh. but it was like can you do headcannons for stray kids as the ninth member but they’re still in high school — since some of yall are young and cannot date them i suppose i will grant you with how they’d treat you in a non bf gf relationship way

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bangchan:

duo: father x daughter

- this man would literally treat you like his kid

- you genuinely see him as a father figure and rely on him probably too much

- always watches you to make sure that you’re still alive and breathing

- checks up on you so much to the point where you have to remind him that even though you’re young, you can take care of yourself

- if you do something stupid with a member, he definitely scolds you both if something goes wrong

- wakes you up for school and makes you lunches

- would get in the car to pick you up from school, but all the members would beg to come along so you would be picked up by a bunch of loud childish grown men

- cries every year on your birthday because you’re getting older LMAO

- “why can’t you stay young forever” “i quite literally cannot control that”

- you call him dude and bruh and he’s given up on correcting you

interviews/concerts:

- during interviews, if you’re not sitting next to him, he’ll always be glancing at you to make sure you’re okay

- also always makes sure you get the chance to talk if you’re more on the quiet side

- during games, if you’re competing against each other he always lets you win even though you just want him to play normally

- constantly checks up on you on stage especially during performances

- is always always always making sure that you’re eating good and taking care of yourself before and after performances (and just in general)

when you get mad/crash out (you’re a moody teenager it’s bound to happen):

- is lowkey scared of you

- you’re also lowkey scared of him in return so you’ve never snapped at him

- gets felix or i.n to talk to you

- if one of the members is the reason that you were mad, he gives them a talk and after that they never make you mad again

when you’re sad:

- once again gets felix or i.n to talk to you

- if you’re crying and he’s the one who finds you first, he just hugs you silently while you cry onto his shoulder

- i’m in tears i need to be comforted by him

- if you’re feeling really overwhelmed or stressed from work, he’s always willing to give you a day off

how he shows affection towards you:

- this man loves physical touch, so he would always be hugging you

- you always tell him to get off but he hugs you tighter just to be annoying

- thinks he’s sooo funny

- lets you sleep on him whenever you’re not near a bed

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- let’s pretend it’s ni-ki from enhypen cause it’s more on the legal side

- thinks it’s so funny

- teases you whenever he’s brought up

- when you do collabs with other idols for tiktok and ni-ki is one of them, he makes you guys pair up (even though you both know it’s never gonna happen, he just thinks it’s cute)

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is SHOOK

- “absolutely not” “bruh”

- doesn’t let you post it or even show any of the other members

lee know:

duo: the bash siblings

- would probably try to be nicer to you when you first met

- but when he makes a snarky joke and you match his energy, he immediately deems you as his favorite person ever

- you both make rude/teasing remarks towards each other all the time to the point where the rest of the members think you’re actually arguing

- you also gang up on the other members to bully them

- however, if you’re more on the sensitive side, he tries to be nicer

- his members are lowkey scared whenever you both are together because they never know when they’re gonna get attacked

- definitely beefs with little kids on roblox with you

interviews/concerts:

- like chan, is always checking up on you

- if you have to compete against each other during interview games, you both are so competitive that it gets out of hand sometimes

- during concerts, you both are always throwing water at each other or having trip wars - you try to trip each other in different ways

- chan notices you doing it every time and tells you to stop before one of you actually gets hurt

- you’ve only tripped him once and you absolutely died laughing when you did, but he’s never successfully tripped you

when you get mad/crash out:

- lowkey finds it funny

- just stays out of your way if you’re genuinely mad

- but if you’re just annoyed, he’s probably the reason why

- continues to annoy you until chan tells him to stop

when you’re sad:

- isn’t really sure what to do but feels bad

- like chan, just lets you cry onto his shoulder silently

- every member is just gonna direct you to felix or i.n LMAO

how he shows affection towards you:

- he lowkey doesn’t

- his insults are out of love so i guess that counts

- deep down loves and cares for you a lot though

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- let’s pretend it’s ni-ki again!

- laughs out loud when he finds out

- is always teasing you about it

- teases you when you’re in the presence of ni-ki and you get so mad

- is genuinely the funniest thing ever to him

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- judges you

- “where did you even learn to do that?”

- also doesn’t let you post it

- “you’re like five years old, you can’t post that” “be so fr rn”

changbin:

duo: the favorite siblings

- you both are always making each other cackle with stupid jokes

- no one matches his energy better than you

- is definitely the type of person to smack you while laughing when you say something funny

- but you do it in return

- has so many inside jokes with you that the other members gave up on trying to keep up with you both

- when something exciting happens, he’s always excited to tell you because he loves how you match his energy

interviews/concerts:

- you’re always cackling in the back with him during concerts over the weirdest things

- same thing with interviews - you guys have to be told to stop screwing around

- you always somehow end up on his side during team games so you’re always supporting each other

- saw you trip lee know that one time and died laughing with you

when you get mad/crash out:

- like chan, lowkey scared

- you’ve never snapped at him either because you know you’d feel bad

- always knows how to cheer you up somehow

- most of the time it’s with stupid jokes

- or he does it accidentally by running into a wall or something

when you’re sad:

- feels so bad

- wants to cheer you up but doesn’t always know how to

- lets you rant to him

- also cheers you up by doing something stupid

how he shows affection towards you:

- always laughs at your jokes

- + inside jokessss

- hitting you when he laughs

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- ni-ki once again

- thinks it’s super exciting

- when you see him in public, he nudges you with a smirk

- “look, it’s your boyfriend” “shut up!”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is shocked at first but then -

- “can you teach me?” “i knew you’d ask”

- learns it also and you both eat it up

hyunjin:

duo: yapper x yapper

- you both are the biggest yappers

- put you both on live and there will be no silent moments. just constant yapping

- if you can draw, you definitely bond by drawing together

- if you can’t, that sucks idk what to tell you

- maybe he teaches you if you’re up for it

- you can’t help but think he’s the cutest ever because let’s be serious he literally is

- like all the other members, just has the urge to watch over you to make sure you’re always okay

interviews/concerts:

- if you’re struggling to learn a certain choreography, he always helps you

- members sometimes have to separate you guys when you tell a story because you just don’t shut up

- the most unserious duo during games- neither of you gaf

- dumped water on you once during a concert and let’s just say you got your revenge and he has not done it since

when you get mad/crash out:

- tells chan

- then just leaves you alone

- not tryna get yelled at by chan or you LMAO

when you’re sad:

- hugs

- lots more yapping from you ranting to him

- if someone was being rude to you, he’s definitely the type of person to be like “she’s such a bitch, why would she say that?” “right??”

how he shows affection towards you:

- always keeps the conversation going (i be hating it when people don’t listen when i speak so personally i find this to be affectionate)

- is always just there whenever you need him

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- yall know the drill- ni-ki;)

- thinks it’s funny

- teases you but is the most delusional supporter

- “we made eye contact the other day” “oh he wants you fr”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is honestly probably the one who showed you the dance in the first place

- does it with you

- you guys would definitely do the money pull up dance just for funsies

- you post it and everyone in the comments hypes you up

han:

duo: best friends

- loves doing stupid things with you

- you both will go live and just eat

- and i mean complete silence except for the sound of you both chomping down

- until you make eye contact and absolutely lose it

- being weird together is your guys’ thing

- there is never a dull moment between you two

- views you as his little sister and absolutely adores you

- when you get scolded by chan, it’s most likely because you did something stupid specifically with han

- loud duo

- the other members have to tell you guys to shut up sometimes

interviews/concerts:

- always helps to calm you down if you’re feeling anxious since he understands:(

- if you’re not sitting next to chan during an interview, you’re next to han

- during games, you guys are always yelling and that’s when you’re told to shut up

- also saw you trip lee know and had to walk away before he lost it

when you get mad/crash out:

- is probably crashing out with you

- listens to your ranting no matter how long you go on for

- is like hyunjin: “no because that’s such a bitchy thing to do” “that’s what i’m saying”

when you’re sad:

- is sad for you

- hates to see you cry

- wipes your tears for you

- once you were crying so hard that he started crying with you

- you felt horrible for making him cry so you cried even harder

- it was a whole mess

how he shows affection towards you:

- annoys you sometimes

- lots of hugs, like chan

- you always fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, and he eventually falls asleep too by resting his head on yours

- never makes you doubt if he literally hates you or not

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- “OOOOUUUUU, EVERYONE Y/N LIKES-” “shut your mouth right now before i shut it for you”

- big time teasing

- teases you even harder after you have a conversation with your crush and come back all red faced

- “im telling channie hyung” “you better fucking not”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- screams

- “why can’t you do the renegade or something?” “r u fr”

- doesn’t want you to post it because he feels protective but honestly doesn’t really care what you do

felix:

duo: therapist x client

- your #1 comfort person

- personal therapist

- is so so caring towards you

- his presence is just comforting

- you both can sit in complete silence and you’ll just feel calm knowing that he’s there

- since he’s on tiktok a lot and knows a lot of trends, you guys have the same humor

- teaches you how to play his video games

- you end up becoming better than him at them and he’s js like😦

interviews/concerts:

- you force him to be by you during interviews

- you’re always either next to chan or han, but felix is always on the other side of you, no questions asked

- always checks up on you

- dumps water on you but you can never get mad at him for it

when you get mad/crash out:

- as i just said, you can never get mad at him

- one time you did snap at him and you cried after because you felt bad

- he told you that it was literally fine but you’re still upset about it to this day

- “y/n i swear it’s not a big deal” “i literally yelled at you, it is a big deal”

when you’re sad:

- the first person you go to

- is such an understanding person you lowkey wanna cry even harder just because he’s so nice

- he always cheers you up just by being there

how he shows affection towards you:

- is just always there for you

- understands you completely

- is always on you side during an argument

- i feel like he’s the type of person to have his hand on your back when leading you through busy crowds idk

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- thinks it’s so cute

- doesn’t tease you but still finds it kinda funny

- he’ll see you talking to your crush and just smile

- doesn’t even need to say anything when you walk back, the look on his face says it all

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- hypes you up

- probably ends up joining in

seungmin:

duo: tom and jerry

- he may not show it but deep down he cares for you a lot

- you’re lowkey the human version of puppym and that describes your guys’ relationship well enough

- you love annoying him

- secretly he loves it too

- he doesn’t realize it but he’s lowkey one of your top comfort people

- like lee know, you guys are mean to each other in a loving way of course

- you guys spend quality time together by watching movies in silence while chomping down on snacks

- after the movie ends, you share your thoughts with each other

interviews/concerts:

- your skzoos + you both = absolute chaos

- i feel like your skzoo would be like a deer or something to resemble you being the youngest idk but it would be a menace

- tried to trip you after you tripped lee know but failed

- unfortunately chan saw too and he got a scolding!

- “she started it” “yeah blame it all on me”

when you get mad/crash out:

- just keeps his distance

- not tryna catch these hands👊

- warns the other members

when you’re sad:

- is always there to listen

- he may not know what to tell you or give the best advice, but he’s always willing to let you rant to him

- awkwardly rubs your back and hugs you

how he shows affection towards you:

- like lee know, he honestly doesn’t

- you know that all of his bullying is done out of love

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- just laughs

- “good luck with that”

- can’t help but be excited for you when he sees you talking to your crush

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- judges you

- bombastic side eye

- “why are you showing me this?” “nvm get out you’re such a negative nancy”

i.n

duo: snoopy and woodstock

- everyone’s favorite duo

- you have the most heartwarming relationship

- like felix, i.n brings a sense of comfort to you - just being around him calms you down

- adores you

- sees you as his little sister and feels the need to protect you

- if the whole group is ever hanging out and they can’t find you and i.n, you’re most likely hiding out in yours or his room, messing around

- as the maknae duo, everyone is always getting cuteness aggression from you both

- when you guys are left alone, chan doesn’t even worry about you guys getting into trouble because he trusts you both will just end up watching tv or doing smth chill

interviews/concerts:

- you both check up on each other

- you make eye contact and give each other a thumbs up

- just silent symbols of showing that you’re fine

- you hate competing against each other

- you both are always full of energy on stage

when you get mad/crash out:

- knows that you probably just wanna be left alone so he tells the other members to leave you be for a bit

- after awhile he’ll come and check on you

- cheers you up with his cuteness

when you’re sad:

- one of the chosen members to check up on you

- if felix isn’t around, he takes over as the therapist

- an amazing listener

- “queen never cry” “where on earth did you learn that”

how he shows affection towards you:

- is always super nice to you no matter what mood he’s in

- ruffles your hair whenever he walks past you with a small smile on his face as you glare at him

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- promises to not tell anyone

- you probably just told him instead of keeping it a secret because you trust him

- teases you quietly after he sees you interact with your crush

- “so when’s the wedding??” “oh shut it”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- doesn’t know wether to laugh or cry

- “…that’s nice” “thanks?”

- awkwardly leaves

[interact-if]

Our fifth edition of the Black History Month Author Spotlight series, features Mila (@milaswriting)!

(Mila’s game Golden is one of the games I fell in love with when I first got into Interactive Fiction, and it feels like such a dream to be able to interview her now! It’s so interesting to interview someone who’s been in the IF community for a while now, and see how stories—and their authors—change and evolve as time goes by too.)

Author: Mila

Hello! I’m Mila, a twenty-three year old woman from the UK. Something readers may not know (or probably do considering how much I complain about university), I crave academic validation. I got 90% on an essay I did this year and I was so proud of myself that I’m considering doing a PhD. We’ll see if Dr Mila ever becomes a thing, haha.

Games: Golden (Fantasy, romance, mystery, supernatural)

Short blurb: You work for The Everbrook. A multi-agency organisation in the city of Lehsa that bridges the gap between the human and supernatural world. You’ve been working there for three years now, and you’re suddenly forced to work with a group of allies to solve mysteries that have landed right in the palm of your hand.

Quote from the interview

I wish I could say I’ve had amazing encounters with vampires, magical beings and werewolves to inspire Golden—but that isn’t exactly the case. I’ll let you know if that ever happens though! I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, more so as a young adult than when I was much younger, but usually the portrayal of poc characters in media wasn’t always shown in a positive light. Or poc characters, when it came to romance, weren’t given the lead roles where a swoon-worthy romance story was played out. To, sort of right those wrongs, and have other black readers like myself, be able to see themselves in the characters of stories—I created a diverse cast of ROs.

Read on for the full interview!

Can you tell me a bit about what you’re working on right now and your journey into interactive fiction? What inspired the game/story you’re currently writing?

I’m currently working on a fantasy supernatural interactive fiction, Golden. Officially, Golden is five years old now. I released it in December 2020 and was regularly writing and working on it for a couple of years. And then I noticed that as I grew from an eighteen/nineteen year old teenager, the ideas I had for my story were different, thus I wanted to make a few changes. A few changes turned into a lot of changes. And now I’m in the process of a whole rewrite, alongside moving to Twine. 

Covid was in 2020, and that’s ultimately the year I got into reading interactive fiction too. I first read fanfics of an interactive fiction game, then read the original story itself, and got really into the process of the reader being able to make meaningful choices that impact their reading experience. That was a supernatural story too, and that’s how I ended up creating my own. 

When it comes to the changes I’ve made to Golden, the inspiration came from a lot of things. One being my love for mystery, crime and psychology—I wanted that incorporated into the story I’m writing. I love the element of lore and world building, so that’s how I knew the fantasy/supernatural element would be in there. Additionally, my love for found family and complex characters also inspired me to write this story, but to also make the changes I have. Lastly, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart, I adore the stuff! So reading and writing good romance is everything to me. 

How has your identity, heritage/background, upbringing, or personal experiences influenced your storytelling or writing process? OR How does your work feature aspects of your identity / experience?

I wish I could say I’ve had amazing encounters with vampires, magical beings and werewolves to inspire Golden—but that isn’t exactly the case. I’ll let you know if that ever happens though! I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, more so as a young adult than when I was much younger, but usually the portrayal of poc characters in media wasn’t always shown in a positive light. Or poc characters, when it came to romance, weren’t given the lead roles where a swoon-worthy romance story was played out. To, sort of right those wrongs, and have other black readers like myself, be able to see themselves in the characters of stories—I created a diverse cast of ROs.

B Holden was the first one I created. I already knew they were going to be a werewolf, and I wanted them as a character to be the complete opposite of how a werewolf is usually described and portrayed. Aggressive, animalistic, dangerous—yet, I’d like to think that B is, and comes off as, someone who is the sunshine that lights up a room, someone who’d make you feel good on a bad day, a kind of person you’ll always want around. From my own personal experiences, I’m a nursing student and I’ll be graduating this year and going into a working environment. I think the changes to Golden emulate that, instead of being a student, the MC is navigating the supernatural world themselves and they’re very immersed into it.

What does your writing process look like? Any rituals or habits? Any tips, tricks, philosophies or approaches that have worked very well for you?

Oh! So, the background is that I love The Naturals series and The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, and I got to meet her at a book event in my hometown. And during her talk, she said that she writes with a ‘Writer’s Hit List’. On that list, the writer jots down all of their favourite things that they love about characters, or elements they want their story to have. It’s a bit like a word dump, for example, ‘loves characters that enjoys baked goods’ or ‘loves when character speaks multiple languages’. 

Then you end up with a super long list of traits you’d like to give your characters or factors you want your world to have. And you can get your inspiration from literally anything, so that’s something fun to have. You can add to it when you’re not thinking about writing, and then when you have writer’s block, or just want some inspiration, you can open your notes app and see what you wrote down.

Currently, whilst juggling uni and personal life, on my days off/working from home, when I get a burst of inspiration I usually open up my laptop and write in my bedroom or the living room. And whilst writing, I put on ROs’ playlists that I’ve made on Spotify. My new RO, Ireland Monroe, their playlist has been extremely helpful in motivating me to write.

What’re you excited to tackle/implement/work on next? Or anything you’re looking forward to in the year ahead?

I’m excited about getting this rewrite out! I’ve felt really guilty about keeping readers waiting so long for content from me, or just disappointed in myself that I haven’t been able to produce content as quickly as other authors. I know it’s a terrible thing to compare yourself to others, but sometimes it’s one of those things you can’t help. We’re into February now and I genuinely think that I’m getting better at telling myself to just work as best as I possibly can. 

But, yeah, I’m excited for people to read and see how Golden’s developed with me as an individual. It’s interesting considering the story has grown up with me, and it’s sort of taken its own shape and whispered to me, “I know you want to change me, don’t be afraid to do so”, and now my nerves about that are near enough gone. 

I just want it to be a good writing year overall! So, I’ve got my fingers and toes crossed that the story ideas that play in my head everyday are able to be transferred to screen so others can enjoy them.

If you were to say one thing to your readers, other authors, and/or the interactive fiction community: what would it be? OR If you could change one thing about the interactive fiction community, what would it be?

My advice to readers would be that as writers, we definitely write our stories as an escape and whilst it’s important to write for ourselves, we write with the hopes that you enjoy it too. If there’s a particular scene or character or story that you love, definitely tell that author. It’ll make their day, their week, even. It’s such a wonderful feeling to hear from you guys. And also, just continue to consume the content that’s put out. And just a personal thank you to the readers I have for being patient with me. 

For authors, I’d say to have fun writing. If, in your gut, there are changes you’d love to make to your story, then do so. Remember that, no matter what, there’s always going to be at least one person that loves what you write. Always. So, if it’s motivation you want to continue putting words onto paper (or a screen), then that’s it. I also think it’s fun adding a little bit of yourself into your story.

Any books, music, movies etc. you’re obsessed with at the moment, or which changed your life (or perspectives on something)?

I read The Naturals by Jennifer Lynn Barnes and it’s absolutely changed my brain chemistry for the better. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes mystery with a romantic side plot. I love YA murder mystery books, so A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series, books by Karen McManus. I also love Taylor Jenkins Reid. And, as its black history month, Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé is my favourite black author and she writes queer mystery/thriller books. My favourite of hers is Where Sleeping Girls. 

Music: I adore Billie Eilish (Hit Me Hard and Soft should’ve won a Grammy, I will die on this hill!) Noah Kahan and Sam Barber are artists I’ve really been loving at the moment. Gigi Perez as well, Sailor Song and Fable are songs I can never skip. 

This-or-that segment: (red = Mila's pick)

Coffee or tea?

Early mornings or late nights?

City or countryside?

Angsty or Cozy romances? (Or enemies-to-lovers or best-friends-to-lovers?)  

Steady progress or frenzied binge-writing followed by periods of calm?

Summer or Winter?

First drafts or editing?

Introvert or extrovert? (Gosh, I’m SUCH an introvert)

Plotter or pantser?

Characters or plot first?

Write your own “either-or” pairing: vampires or werewolves? (don’t tell B or K I even asked… I can’t pick between my faves, so I’ll let you guys choose :D)

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Is this a Date? ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི lt ghost x baker!reader, part of the Sweet as Sugar Series

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Summary: after your past hesitance, Simon asks you out on more of a silly date than a romantic one. Nonetheless, he begins to realise just how much you two really feel for eachother

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི a/n: fair warning that all the arcade games in this are based of the ones i go to, which are british obvs, so accurate? yes. particularly fun? probably not. Also i said chips but i know some of yall will call it fries. chips is the british word thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

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Finally, Simon would be taking you out properly, just like he’d been trying to hype himself up to do for nearly three weeks. He gave you some time since you confessed your anxious thoughts to him, but you’re already feeling a lot better, practically radiating like the sun.

”Are you busy this week?” He considered texting you the question, but he was sitting in the cafe with you again and he just couldn’t wait any longer, half tempted to drag you out with him today.

You’re sitting opposite him in the empty shop, the closed sign bumping against the door. “Hmm.. don’t think so. My parents are taking over to give me a break.” He watches you eye the biscuit tin you leave out for him no matter how many times he insists that he doesn't always eat them, and passes you a bourbon. Your lips quirk up, a soft grin as you take a large bite into the chocolate biscuit, crumbs on your lips.

”A break huh? Well, if you haven't planned anything yet then why don't we go out?” You perk up instantly at that, a light clang of the teaspoon you just dropped on the table echoing out as the possibilities run through your head. Sure, you went to the farm and the winter festival with him, but actually going out? ..Is this a date?

“Where would we go?”

Before you know it, it’s Thursday and he’s wrapped you up in his jacket, the one he knows you love. Since you seemed to have such a great time at the festival, he figures he’d play it safe this time and take you to everyone’s favourite destination— the arcade. His decision is right, of course, confirmed by your eyes brightening as you step out of his car and he has to convince you to let him lock the car first before you start dragging him inside.

“Oooh! Let’s do the shooting!” You exclaim, pulling him along to the little booth and he picks up the fake gun, eyeing it with slight distaste. It’s not close to a real gun in the slightest, but he pushes that thought away as you grab the gun and pull a playful pose, pretending to look through the scope. “Alright, alright.” He places the coins into the slots, watching as the zombies start to approach.

Turning his brain off becomes increasingly easier with you, especially as you aren't afraid to express yourself or act the slightest bit silly, yelling at him to get the ones approaching you on the right. “Simon! I’m gonna die!” You squeal, still pretending your very best to act like a proper fighter as you dramatically move the gun around to aim at all the approaching enemies. “Got your back, love.” He mutters, already forgetting that these games are practically light work compared to anything he’s ever done before, his eyes locked onto the screen as he destroys anything coming your way. By the end of it, you’ve got your hands in the air as you cheer and even he’s grinning wide as possible.

What he didnt expect for you to call out to a random stranger, the woman’s head turning to your voice. “Excuse me, can you take a picture of us?” He has no time to argue, you’re already pulling the fake gun up to your face like some kind of secret agent all while he can hold it across his chest like he does on missions. The woman smiles and returns your phone, only for you to drag him away before he can say anything else.

The pair of you continue through the arcade, him even laughing when you fail to keep up with the dance game you insisted you were brilliant at. It’s not your fault he sneakily picked the hard mode to watch you scramble to get all the notes, but he won't admit that. Next, you drag him over to the air hockey table, a mischievous look on your face as you begin to rack up points like they’re nothing (only because you screamed “Ow!” and he immediately dropped his pusher). “That’s cheating.” You watch his eyes narrow and his stern voice comes through, and you immediately panic like a deer in headlights, eyes so wide you don't notice him pushing the puck straight into your goal. “Hey!”

This time he pulls you along, leading you to a new side of the arcade since it recently got refurbished and towards a booth that has a target behind the barrier. Curious, you raise an eyebrow before looking at the sign above. “Try beating me now.” Damnit, you know he’s smirking behind that mask and you’d be damned because watching him hurl every axe to the centre of that target had to be the definition of attractive. Unlike you, where the axe bounced off the target altogether whilst he tried his best not to stifle his laugh. It really was quite comical, the way you huffed under your breath as it continued to miss, only grazing the edge before bouncing off again. “I-it’s not funny!” He’s had to turn away from how hard he’s laughing right now, and you’re half tempted to give him a fake punch for that though you know he’d only just laugh harder. “Sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll teach you.”

He steps behind you, his hands curving over yours to help fix your lousy form into one that will definitely produce some better results. Well, at least it sticks this time.. on the edge of the target that is. “Simon!” You exclaim as he bursts out laughing again, thankful for his mask as his face is practically burning hot now. “Okay, okay—“ He adjusts you again, helping you tilt your arm back enough and aim it at the centre. Slowly stepping back, he signalls you to throw it. Your brows furrow as you concentrate, arm going a little further back before you throw it forward and it finally hits directly on the bullseye. “I did it! Look—“ You cheer, instantly spinning around to throw your arms tight around his middle as if it was something you’ve done a million times before, like it was something you’d have done for years. The touch immediately fries his harshly trained nerves, the muscles in his stomach tensing as he looks down at the sight of you squeezing him as hard as you possibly can— he can't say his stomach did not flip at least a little. You seem to notice, eyes quickly glancing up at him. Though, before you can stammer out an apology, he scoffs and pinches your cheeks. “Took you long enough.”

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Exhausted from your escapades, he takes you to a diner. Well it’s barely anything like actual American diners but they make good burgers, so who can complain? You order your usual, and when Simon sees you eye the milkshake options for too long you end up with a tall glass of it in front of you. Meanwhile, he decides to go for something new for once, figuring the description was exaggerating, before he ends up with a giant hunk of a burger before him. “Oh.” The sight has you giggling far too much.

“Those two idiots knocked out right on me. You’d think they’re kids coming back from playcare the way they fall asleep anywhere.” He huffs, describing to you the less gruesome details of his recent deployment.

“Hmm.. Soap is the one with the mohawk right? And Gaz… the one who wears a cap all the time?” You ask, snickering from his story and he nods along, confirming your questions.

“Soap looks lively— well by what I've seen anyway. You said Gaz got his name for being quiet huh? I bet he’s one of those types who randomly have the best quips?”

Simon smiles behind the mask, intrigued by your new captivation about his teammates. Sure, he’s used to talking with you about whatever, just as he is with others. But he never really talked about himself much, at least not more than a few opinions on what he liked— he was far more interested in whatever you’d say. He just never considered you’d be so interested in what he’d say too. You’ve asked before, and he never paid much attention, but now you’re even remembering things from past conversations and expressing intrigue in his life. He might need to step outside to breathe properly again.

”Yeah, he’s definitely that type. Johnny barely wins an argument with him around; I think Cap’ even has a hard time defending himself.” You giggle again, stealing some of the ketchup from his plate with a swipe of your chip. “Do you see them all the time?”

“Yeah. Practically have our rooms right beside each other. We watch the football games in the common room.” He rolls his eyes when you coo at him, saying “aww” and smiling wide at him like he’s a kid who made his first friend or something. You really are an exception huh? He can’t even get all that mad at you when you look at him with curiosity swirling in your eyes.

“Why don't you come down with them sometime? You can bring them to the bakery.” You hum, licking the ketchup off your lip as you chomp down on your last bite of the burger. For some reason, he thought you were joking— would you really entertain a bunch of random men just for the sake of them being his friends? It didn't make sense; you didn't even know them, nor had you met more than one either. ”Pretty sure Johnny would eat all your pastries, love. It’s not worth it.”

“Well, I guess I'll just have to make extra that day then. I’m serious, y’know? Bring them around at your usual time, I'll have tea and the pastries ready.” Now that was unexpected; you were actually willing to give up some of your time to welcome his teammates, ones that he’s never even introduced you to before. Wait— did you think he was rude for not introducing you before?

”I did plan to introduce you at some point— they’re just… busy.” Wow, he actually fumbled his words for once, at this rate his chest will falter as well with the rate you keep surprising him with your genuineness. “Huh? I know, I just thought it’d be nice for them to relax a bit, have something sweet.” You hum, sipping your milkshake he bought for you, before passing the glass over to him and for some reason he doesn't hesitate, slipping your straw beneath his mask as he takes a sip himself.

He ignores the taste of your lipgloss that lingers.

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He drives you home soon after, walking you all the way up to your apartment door. You start slipping off your shoes, the time already growing late since you had only gotten to the arcade at five o'clock. He stands awkwardly in the doorway, knowing he should probably say his goodbyes and leave now— because he’s not yours, and you're not his.

Yet.

Your head turns, a brow raised at him curiously. “Won't you come in?” His words clog in his throat, wondering if he should accept the offer. Surely you’d be heading to sleep soon enough anyways, wouldn’t it only be an inconvenience to keep you up any longer? He’s conflicted, wanting to leave you be but ever since the last time he was here, he’s thought about your home more than he’s yearned for a second of rest, which is very often.

“It’ll be late if you drive all the way back to base now. You can just crash on my couch again.” Your hand finds his sleeve, pulling him inside before he can utter a sound against you, and closing the door behind him. “Thanks for today by the way. ..Do you wanna get brunch tomorrow too?”

He thought dating was meant to be taken slow, something that’d develop over weeks and dates were planned apart. Well, that’s how everyone said it worked. Now here you were, not even parting for him and asking for more of his time. Trying to hide the swelling of his pupils is impossible and he has to bend down to undo the laces on his shoes just to try. “Is that even a question? Of course.”

He stands once more, but you’re looking at him with lovestruck eyes, affection pouring out of every crevice as you grin and hug him again for the second time that day. “I knew you wouldn't say no. I’ll make us some tea after I get changed.” Your eyes crinkle again sparkling with something you don't even attempt to hide before you step on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek where the mask doesn't quite cover.

Oh, so that’s what that look was—cheekiness, huh? Especially when you run away after that, scurrying into the bathroom as you snicker to himself. He looks up into the mirror in the hallway, realising his eyes have been struck wide.

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You wander into the kitchen to start brewing the kettle, dressed in your favourite pajamas already whilst he heads to the bathroom to freshen up. He stares into your mirror, lingers of black paint still clinging onto his lashes. Should he take off his mask? It’s not like you haven't seen him sipping from his drink before, or even that time he fell asleep on the couch without pulling it down again. His fingers linger on the fabric, hesitating as his heart churns with the need to drop everything right now for you. His brain screams at him to act rationally but his gut tells him to take it slow, else he scares you off altogether. He sighs, conflicted, before a flash of light appears in the corner of his eye. Your phone had been left behind on the windowsill, a notification lighting it up. He picks it up so he can hand it back to you, only for it to flash again, the lock screen the picture of the two of you posing with your fake guns, your hand doing bunny ears behind his head. His own sits in his other hand, the picture of you with his stupidly oversized burger held up to your mischievous face flashing to life.

Maybe not today. But he’d definitely get you back for the surprise kiss, stepping out of the bathroom to sneak up behind you as you grab the milk from the fridge.

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Limbo - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Charles invites her to dinner, and she doesn't know how to feel about it. WC: 0.8K Warning: None. Genre: Angst?

She entered the quaint restaurant that Charles had chosen for the evening. It did not go unnoticed that it was an Indian establishment—her favourite cuisine. She was beginning to regret this decision; it was starting to hurt her heart already. Her tired eyes scanned the mostly empty venue. He was sitting in a corner, facing the door, quietly perusing the menu as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. He looked up just as she caught sight of him, as if he was subconsciously aware of her presence. He nodded at her— acknowledging her presence just enough. Nothing more, nothing less.

He didn’t even get up to greet her. She was vexed that it bothered her; even a little. She quickly crossed the small space and sat across from him. She glanced at the menu, as she waited for him to speak. Two could play this game. She asked the server for a simple chicken curry and rice, and a light frown appeared on her face for less than a second upon hearing his order—a decaf latte. Even more pins pricking her heart as she realised she had lost the right to comment on his choice for dinner. She sat there, staring out at the street and mulling over the fact that he could converse with the server, but not with her. What had happened to them?

They were here because he told her he had something to say. Minutes passed in silence. The server returned with their orders, and she began eating. The fact that the silence was still slightly comfortable between them, even after all this time, vexed her. She was content just eating in his presence. The memory of the last time she felt this kind of peace was just out of reach. She cursed her heart, realising that she did not even possess it. It was with him, tucked away somewhere, albeit securely. More pinpricks. That seemed to be the running theme of this meet.

She quickly finished her meal, still without a single word from Charles. She was trying not to shy away from the fact that he was observing her. His gaze scrutinised every bite, every sip of her buttermilk. The server cleared away their table, placing a bowl of lemon water for her. She glared at him as he picked up the bill, but said nothing. This whole ordeal had left her feeling like a fool for being here. She thought she might receive answers to at least some of the questions that have been keeping her up at night. 

She gathered her things. “Say what you need to say, or I’m leaving. I don’t have time for this.”

“I have nothing to say,” he replied, his calm exterior unchanged. She frowned.

“Then why did you invite me to dinner?” She was entirely frustrated now. This did not make sense.

“Because you haven’t been eating properly. You’ve lost weight.” He averted his eyes. She wished she had had some kind of warning for that response.

“I’m confused, Charles.” He frowned at that. He did not remember the last time she had called him that. “What are we? Are we broken up, or did we fight?” He noticed how her nostrils flared. He would never not find it cute. “What are we? Are we going to break up, are we still fighting, or did we break up? He flinched.

“I’m still in the process of getting over you,” was the only answer he could give. That was the only answer he had. He didn’t know why either.

“So you are still doing it.” A single tear rolled down her eye, her throat closing up as she tried to control herself from breaking down in front of him. The scene was a bitter reminder that sent him back to that cruel night.

“Please let me give up.” Why was he pleading? Maybe because she still held all the strings.

“Next time, instead of feeding me, answer me. Tell me whether we are breaking up.” She swiped harshly at her eyes.

With that, she stood up and left. He slumped down in his chair, staring at the door and hoping for it to open again. Waiting for her to come back, climb into his lap, and tell him it was all a stupid fight. And that they were okay.

His phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, not knowing why he was expecting her to text him after this fiasco. All he found was a credit in his bank account, roughly equivalent to her share of the meal. It felt like a knife piercing through his heart. She had never paid him back. Not after their second date. She always reciprocated by doing something for him, buying him things, or paying the next time they went out. A grave realisation dawned upon him. Opening the banking app on his phone, he quickly picked up his keys and ran out.

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stay | kth (m)

title: stay pairing: kim taehyung x (f)reader genre/rating: established relationship, smut , fluff; 18+ summary: Sometimes you can be a lot, but Taehyung knows just what you need. warnings: unedited, mentions a petty argument, tae pulling up with the receipts, makeup sex, hickeys, hair tugging, lowkey brat tamer!tae, small Dom/sub vibes, wrist pinning, soft sex, orgasm control, begging, slight edging, i think that’s all wc: 0.7k release date: february 28th, 2025; 10:12pm est author’s note: Someone requested some smutty boyfriend!tae. This is also a repost because tumblr wiped the first one.

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“What’s my name again?”

Hands gripping fistfuls of his dark brown hair, your back arches off your messy bed as Taehyung leaves a trail of hickeys across your chest. 

Waking up to your angry boyfriend standing over you with last night’s messages on display in his hand was a surprise. 

Neither was getting your soul fucked clean out of you before 8AM.

But here you are, a withering mess beneath him, not even able to remember your own name—you sure as hell remember his though.

“Taehyung!—”

“Uh, uh.”

He silences your cries with a gentle kiss on your lips, contrasting the way his hips violently snap as they deliver thrust after thrust.

Taehyung’s consistency leads you to your peak in little time, but just as the sweet taste of ecstasy falls on your tongue, his pace decreases, bringing your pleasure to an agonizing halt.

“What did you call me last night?” he teases, reminding you of all the things you typed in the heat of the moment.

Whines instantly tear from your parted lips. But Taehyung doesn’t bat an eye of sympathy for you; instead, he mocks your disappointment.

“Aw, being bratty isn’t working out for you, huh?”

Taking both your wrists, he pulls you away from his thick tresses and pins them above your head. He sinks deeper, touching your cervix while he stares at you with those dark eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, your voice hoarse and trembling. “You’re not an asshole.”

He smirks.

“Of course, I’m not.”

Taehyug nearly pulls all the way out of you only to swiftly thrust back in. You yelp his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but that doesn’t deter him one bit.

“An asshole, wouldn’t drive an hour after working 14 hours just so he can see you,” he growls in your ear. “Would he?”

“No!”

You cry out as he carries out the same movement as before, but this time, it’s with more precision. Your walls quiver as the tip of his dick hits your G-spot.

The sensation in your gut is slowly returning, and you aren’t sure if you can handle another missed opportunity. You try your hardest to make up for your silly little rant so that your boyfriend will do what he always does—fuck your brains out and then cater to you like you’re his queen.

“Assholes can’t fuck you like this. Can’t they, baby?”

Taehyung seems to be feeling the exact thing. His body is tense as he begins to slide slowly in and out of your crevice. He squeezes your wrists, fighting back the urge to chase his high before he can prove his point.

“No, Tae—”

His lips cut you off, kissing you deeply while he fucks you into the mattress. Your hips lift off the bed to match his thrusts, fueling Taehyung to fuck you faster and harder. Your tongues swirl around each other’s, adding to the lewd sounds resonating throughout your bedroom.

As the sex gets hotter, your moans get louder, and soon your legs are wrapping around your boyfriend’s waist. He chuckles, knowing how desperate you’ve become in the palm of his hand. He knows you’ll do anything to reach your sweet peak.

“Say my name again,” he requests. “I won’t interrupt.”

“Taehyung…”

Without hesitation, his name rolls off your tongue, and it does again and again—until he decides he’s done playing his little game.

“Cum.”

Like he flipped a switch, your body reacts to his command. The wave hits you hard, making you freeze in place as Taehyung fucks you senselessly. His movements become wild, but his intentions are clear. He holds on with everything he has, ensuring you reach your peak before he seeks his own pleasure.

Only when you’re squirming with sensitivity does he pull out, stroking his dick until he paints your thighs with his hot seed.

Both of you stay in your positions, exhausted and out of breath—the argument long gone out of your minds. You look at his defeated figure hovering above you, trying to find something to clean you before he takes off. 

However, you couldn’t care less about the mess. There’s only one request you have for your man as you reach for him and pull him closer.

“Stay.”

…And he does.

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Messy concept

This is pure smut no plot just like smut, like a most to least messy I guess, Taskforce 141, Alejandro, rudy, Valeria n graves. Fem reader and it’s smut there’s mention of kinks and stuff

I think gaz and johnny are both messy, so messy.

୨୧ Gaz is over eager, all pent up from being away and his hand just isn’t enough:( slopping kisses and desperate dry humping as soon as he gets home, he’s stumbling over to the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, he can feel heat radiating from your core, so close but so far:( he also loves seeing your pretty face covered a facial, oh so faithfully delivered to you by him.

୨୧ This post changed my life. Being messy is apart of Johnnys character for me like in every area of life he’s chaotic and messy, he’s truly out here playing games while the two of you make out, and it’s not just kisses. This man is not afraid to ride the red wave and when he eats you? If his beard isn’t saturated with your juices he’s not stopping. He’s adores seeing how far he can push you, obsessed with finding ways to make you squirt. Overstim king for real

୨୧ Valeria redefines cruelty. She wants to push and push and push until you break and gets to do it all over again! Those fuck machines? She has one and she’ll set you up and have you live stream it for her if she’s not able to watch in person. Not necessarily messy but she loves seeing you squirt but of course will reprimand you for it because you didn’t use your words:(

୨୧ Now Alejandro? Alejandro messy Vargas? Another man who’s ideal tonight in is seeing how many times he make make you come. Alejandro loves mess, happy to get messy with you. Your oh so gentle hands pumping him, so nice after a mission left him alone with his rough calloused hands. He’ll come fast after being deployed for a while, his own essence landed on his torso but he knows his pretty girl will clean him up so nicely, won’t you? And you know Alejandro will do the same, he loves cleaning up that pretty pussy, slowly licking up your combined juices

୨୧ Graves is messy, all the photos you send him while he’s away? Ruined, he says water damaged but the white stains from his and his top shadow says otherwise. I think he loves sharing, treating his men after they did well on a mission and his pretty girl is the perfect treat, but he’s the only one who’s allowed in that pretty pussy.

Price and rudy are less messy I think, but they’d always indulge you<3

୨୧ With simon? Really depends if you’ve been good or bad. If you been needy all day? He’ll make you beg. If you don’t beg? He’s getting messy and degrading you, it’s a choose your own adventure! Simon does loves seeing you on your knees, all teary eyes and pouty lips, and of course precum at smeared across your cheek.

୨୧ Rudy’s sweet and so slow it’s almost tournament but so perfect. I think he’s a big fan of mutual masturbation but he always begs to finish inside.

୨୧ Price isn’t messy, he’s coming deep inside that pretty pussy and fucking it back in there, you’re gonna give him pretty babies won’t you?

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Lights camera

A short little jaunt from us with love

INT. SOUNDSTAGE – FILM SET

The air is thick with tension as Daizo steps closer, his voice dripping with malice.

“You and I aren’t so different,” he says, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to burn right through you.

You hold your ground, jaw tightening as you shoot back coldly—

“We will never be the same.”

The silence crackles between you like a live wire, charged and dangerous.

“And cut!”

Mr. Valenti claps his hands together, stepping forward from behind the monitor. “Daizohan, Argo, you both are doing great. Seriously, that was electric. Next, we’ll do the girl’s scenes, then we’re wrapped for today.”

You exhale, the weight of the scene finally lifting off your shoulders. Daizo relaxes too, his previously menacing stare replaced by an easy grin. The two of you nod at the director before heading off to hair and makeup to remove the layers of prosthetics, fake dirt, and stage blood.

The buzz of hairdryers and muffled chatter fills the trailer as the makeup artists carefully peel away the carefully sculpted villainous scars from Daizo’s face. You sit beside him, tugging off the tactical gloves from your costume, watching in mild fascination as his transformation reverts—going from a ruthless antagonist back to the Daizo you’ve come to know.

“Dude,” you say, shaking your head in admiration, “how do you go from pleasant smiles to playing a straight-up villain like that? You’re terrifying.”

Daizo smirks, leaning back in his chair. “It’s honestly really easy. I just think about all the bosses who’ve put me in a bad position and pretend I’m getting my revenge.”

You let out a laugh. “Remind me never to get on your bad side, then.”

Daizo chuckles. “Too late for that, I’m already plotting against you.”

You nudge him playfully before standing to stretch. “Whatever it is, keep doing it, man. You’re killing it.”

Daizo tilts his head, his usual pleasant smile returning. “Thanks. And you know what? You’re doing fantastic too. You are bodying the role.”

You pause, blinking at him. “…Bodying?”

Realizing your confusion, Daizo quickly clarifies, “It means you’re doing really well at something. It’s a slang term.” Then, after a beat, he smirks. “Although, I guess in this context, it also works because you’re embodying the role too.”

You grin. “So basically, I’m just that good?”

“Basically.”

As the last traces of your characters are wiped away and the two of you finish changing out of costume, Daizo glances over. “Hey, Yeji and I were gonna hang out later. You wanna join?”

You laugh, already picturing Yeji’s determined but hopeless face struggling with a game controller. “As much as I’d love to see Yeji rage-quit another fighting game, I’ve got other plans.”

Daizo raises a brow. “Jeewon?”

You nod.

A knowing smile spreads across his face as he pats your shoulder. “Good for you, man.”

With that, the two of you grab your things and step out into the evening, another day of filming behind you.

About 45 minutes after you arrive at your hotel you get a knock on your door. You open it to see Jeewon smilingly brightly at you.

You smile back as you let her in. Not even a moment later she lifts up her top and is saying, “get on the bed baby,” you turn to her surprised as you say,

“Whats got you all riled up,”

She smiles and says, “you dummy. You and Daizo have this insane hero-villain dynamic and watching you two gets me so wet.” as you lay on the bed she smiles before saying,

“I just wanna corrupt you,” as she finishes she takes out your cock and wraps her sizeable bust around your head, you moan in ecstasy as Jeewon slowly massages your shaft with her tits. As always she feels delightfully soft. You moan as she looks at you with the brilliant innocent smile before she speeds up a bit. You groan as your toes curl watching her expertly coax you to orgasm.

“Youre starting to twitch, does that mean you're close,” you nod helplessly as Jeewon speeds up again. Her pace is relentless and unsurprisingly you cum all over her large tits. Jeewon smiles at you before licking the cum off one and whispering

“Do you have more for me baby,” your eyes roll back as you grow hard again. Jeewon smiled before taking off the rest of her clothes and mounting you. Jeewon’s tight sopping pussy readily greets you as she bottoms out on top of you. She smiles as she rides you relentlessly for the next few hours, eventually the two of you stop fucking to go on that date you promised her.

The warm glow of the restaurant’s hanging lights casts a golden hue over the table where Argo and Jeewon sit. The sizzling grill between them fills the air with the rich aroma of marinated beef, the sound of fat crackling punctuated by the occasional clink of metal chopsticks against plates.

Jeewon expertly flips a piece of short rib with her tongs, her sleeves rolled up just enough to show the delicate curve of her wrist. She looks up at Argo, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“You know, for someone who does their own stunts, you’re surprisingly bad at handling tongs,” she teases.

Argo fumbles slightly as he tries to grab a piece of meat, nearly dropping it before saving it last second. He smirks. “I’d like to see you land a 20-foot fall onto a moving car.”

She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand. “I could. Just… y’know, in my imagination.”

Argo chuckles, shaking his head. “You’d be a menace if you did your own stunts.”

Jeewon grins as she takes a lettuce wrap, stuffing it with meat and rice before holding it up to him. “Here. Let me feed you so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

Argo raises an eyebrow. “Oh? We’re at that stage already?”

“Just shut up and eat,” she says, suppressing a laugh.

He leans in, taking the bite straight from her fingers, making sure to hold eye contact the entire time. The corners of his lips quirk up as he chews. “So, does this mean I get to feed you next?”

Jeewon crosses her arms. “That depends. Do you think you can do it without dropping half of it in my lap?”

“No promises,” he says, grinning.

She shakes her head but can’t stop herself from laughing. As the night goes on, the teasing continues—small touches, lingering glances, playful challenges over who can cook the meat better. It’s effortless, easy, and when Jeewon takes a sip of her drink and meets Argo’s gaze across the table, she knows she’s in trouble.

The good kind.

[dearseirlyn]

• “MAILMAN, MAILMAN! TELL ME, WILL MY LOVE BE RETURNED?”

“WHAT? I'M JUST A GUY WHO EVERYONE MADE A LOVE LETTER MAILMAN, NOT A FORTUNE TELLER..”

— In your school, you’ve earned a peculiar reputation. Not exactly the “cool kid” nor the “loner,” but somewhere in between—and you’re perfectly fine with that. The labels people attach to you don’t matter. After all, what’s the point of a title that only adds more stress to your already tiresome school life?

You deliver the heartfelt confessions for people who weren't brave enough to do so themselves. It's weird. And because of it you've almost accidentally gotten a partner (only the people above knew how much you panicked in that moment). You always delivered them halfheartedly. Your part of the deal? People would leave you alone, and maybe.. a few yen to urge you to comply with a particularly difficult task.

Hakuho is nothing special, for a private school. The students are forgettable, the walls are a dull shade of marble, and the uniforms? Blindingly white with a hint of black— so stiff and formal, it feels like you're playing a game of chess, each of you confined to your assigned role.

But lately, there’s been something strange. This rich, popular guy with purple hair— Reo Mikage keeps leaving love letters in your locker. The problem? He never tells you who they’re for. It’s like he expects you to magically know where to deliver them. Seriously, you’re not some love guru, so how are you supposed to figure this out?

But here’s the real kicker; with every gift— you'll open one of the notes to find it’s addressed to you.

“From: Reo Mikage… To: (Name) (Last name)”

Doesn’t he know that love letters are supposed to for the crush, not the delivery guy?

I had this idea on a random school day at practice. I thought it'd be cute! Expect the first chapter to be in about.. 10 years!!:))))/j

Will edit this later, maybe

[hee3sing]

pairing. gamer boyfriend!Ni-ki x gn!reader

genre. fluff, non-idol.

synopsis. 2am. reader can’t sleep and niki won’t get off his pc.

hee3sing ⋆˚࿔ comments. SO THIS IS MY FIRST FIC LIKE EVER. IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE LET ME KNOW. and if you hate please don’t tell me I’ll cry.

It was 2 AM, and the soft glow of Niki’s computer screen illuminated the dimly lit room. His eyes were glued to the monitor, fingers dancing quickly across the keyboard as he played his game, completely absorbed.

Meanwhile, you lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The bed felt too cold without him beside you. You sighed, sitting up and wrapping the blankets around your shoulders. Quietly, you padded across the room and peeked over his shoulder.

“Niki,” you whispered softly, your voice breaking the silence of the late hour.

He didn’t even flinch, too focused on his game to hear you.

“Niki,” you said a little louder, this time placing your hand on his shoulder.

He glanced up at you pulling his headset off one of his ears, a slight frown forming on his face. “Hmm? What’s up?”

You crossed your arms, a little pout forming on your lips. “Come to bed. You’ve been playing for hours, and I can’t sleep without you.”

He paused, looking at you with a gentle expression. “But I’m in the middle of a game,” he protested lightly.

You narrowed your eyes, raising an eyebrow. “And I’m in the middle of being cold and lonely in bed. You know I can’t sleep without you next to me.”

He sighed, chuckling softly. “Alright, alright, fine.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching then taking off his headset, turning off his pc before standing up and walking over to you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you close. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you teased, already feeling the warmth of his embrace settle over you.

As you both settled back into bed, the quiet hum of the night enveloped you. Niki pulled the covers over both of you, wrapping his arms around you as you nestled your head against his chest. The rhythmic beat of his heart calmed you, making the sleep that had evaded you earlier finally begin to drift in.

But Niki wasn’t asleep just yet. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin. You felt his chest rise and fall with every breath, and his gentle touch was enough to make you feel safe and loved.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head to look up at him, meeting his tired but warm gaze. “It’s okay,” you replied, your voice drowsy. “I just… I like being with you.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I like being with you, too.”

For a moment, there was silence between you, only the sound of your breathing filling the room. You could feel his fingers still moving lightly over your back, a comforting rhythm that made everything feel peaceful.

Then, suddenly, he whispered, “I’m sorry I got so caught up in the game. I should’ve been with you sooner.”

You shook your head, snuggling closer into him. “It’s alright. I know you enjoy playing. But just… don’t stay up too late next time, okay?”

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise,” he whispered. “But if I do, you know I’ll always come back to you.”

And just like that, his words made everything feel right. He may have been absorbed in his game for a while, but he was always yours when it mattered most. With that comforting thought, you both finally drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.