#it must feel strange for him 💔

[kuruna]

Sooooooooo messed up that Xanthos was a father at some point. I keep thinking about his sons 💔 idk how much I want to develop them as characters but I do think being a parent (and later a grandparent) impacted the way Xan interacts with the world ..... I also think he misses them dearly 😔

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Long distance girlfriend surprising Rafe

Request: Reader going to college on the east coast and being stuck there because of snow + Rafe being sad

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‘’Thank you for choosing Cameron Development for your project, Mr. Phillips. Our secretary will email the documents shortly,’’ Rafe said in his polished, customer-service tone. ‘’Happy holidays.’’

The second the call ended, his forced smile vanished, leaving his face set in a grim scowl. He’s never been a fan of Christmas, but for the first time, he had been looking forward to it — his first Christmas with you. But that changed when a snowstorm hit the East Coast, forcing all flights in New York to get cancelled. 

Rafe leaned back in his leather office chair, running a hand through his buzzed hair in frustration. It was only 3pm, but he couldn’t focus. All he could think about was you, alone in your apartment in New York, and most importantly, miles away from him. He thought of driving to you, but Topper resonated with him. If flights were cancelled, some roads would be closed too. 

Why must you go to college so far away? With a sigh, Rafe picked up his personal phone for the tenth time today, and re-reading your last message. He was hurting himself by doing this, but reading your message also brought him some comfort. 

I’m so sorry I can’t make it to you, baby 😢💔 I’ve been keeping track of the flights, but everything is still cancelled… This snow really wants to sabotage our first Christmas! 😠 In case nothing changes, I’m gonna video-call you on Christmas morning…in my sexy lingerie set I got just for you. Wish you were there to unwrap me 🎁🤭

Before he could finish reading, Wheezie’s face filled his screen with an incoming call. 

‘’Wheezie? Why are you calling me?’’ Rafe frowned, leaning back in his chair. She never called him at work unless it was important.

‘’Rafe! Thank god you picked up! I tried calling Sarah, but she didn’t answer.’’ Wheezie's voice was high-pitched and panicked, words spilling out in a rush. 

‘’Wheezie, what is it?’’ he asked. 

‘’I tried making gingerbread cookies, but I guess I left them in for too long...’’

Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on. ‘’Just throw them out if they’re burned. It’s not worth breaking a tooth over.’’

‘’No, you don’t understand,’’ she cried, her voice breaking slightly. ‘’There’s smoke all over the kitchen!’’ A coughing fit punctuated her sentence, and Rafe’s heart dropped.

‘’What? Wheeze, are you okay?’’ 

He was already standing, grabbing his keys. Fuck work. 

‘’Can you come home? Please, Rafe. Dad is gonna be so mad if I burn the house down—’’ 

He didn’t even wait to hang up properly before he was out the door. ‘’I’m coming, Wheeze. Just, stay away from the oven, okay? And get outside if it gets worse. Do you hear me?’’ Rafe’s tone sharpened, his protective instincts kicking in.

Rafe pulled into the driveway of Tannyhill, tires screeching as he parked quickly. His jaw was tight, still on edge from Wheezie’s frantic call. The house seemed calm from the outside, which was strange because she said there was smoke all over the kitchen.

He opened the front door. “Wheezie?” he called out, stepping into the house, his eyes scanning for signs of smoke. ‘’Wheezie, I’m here. Where’s the damn smoke you talked about?’’ 

The kitchen light was on, and as he stepped closer, his stomach dropped. Instead of finding his little sister panicking, he found you standing in the middle of the kitchen, grinning at him. 

‘’Hi.’’ 

For a split second, neither of you moved. Then, you ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. Rafe’s brain scrambled to catch up. Then it clicked. The familiar scent of your shampoo, the warmth of your arms — it was really you. His arms locked around your waist like he was afraid you might disappear, and you buried your face in his chest, clutching him like you’d never let go.

‘’What the—’’ He pulled back just enough to grab your face, his blue eyes searching yours, wide with disbelief. ‘’You’re here? Really here?’’

‘’Surprise, baby,’’ you murmured before pressing your lips to his, cutting off whatever string of disbelief he was about to voice again.

The kiss was soft at first, but as the realization sank in, Rafe pulled you closer, deepening it, one hand sliding to your back while the other tangled in your hair. It was desperate and relieved, like he couldn’t believe you were actually there, standing in his kitchen, and not miles away in New York.

He hadn’t seen you since his weekend visit for Thanksgiving, he couldn’t settle with a peck. 

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, faces inches apart. 

Rafe’s forehead pressed against yours. ‘’But you were in New York. The flights—’’ He blinked, still trying to process, his grip on your waist tightening. ‘’How are you here? I mean…what—? Wheezie called me about some fire in the kitchen.’’ He glanced around, half-expecting his sister to pop out from somewhere. 

You laughed, guilt flickering across your face. ‘’Yeah, that was her idea. There’s no fire. I told her to find something to make you come home. It worked, didn’t it?’’ 

His eyebrows shot up. ‘’She knew about you coming here and didn’t tell me?!’’ 

You nodded. Flights being cancelled was not a lie, but you were able to take a train to another state — where the snow was not as bad —, and take a flight there. You texted Wheezie during your flight, asking for help to surprise Rafe. Why would she not help the girl who brought smiles on her brother’s moody face?

‘’Sorry, baby.’’ You looked up and rubbed your hands over his work button up, feeling the planes of his muscled chest and the warmth of his skin underneath. ‘’I just… I couldn’t stand hearing how sad you sounded yesterday. I had to get here, I tried everything in my power to get to you. Don’t be mad at her, okay? She just wanted to help me.’’

Rafe shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips despite himself. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you close as he tilted his head. ‘’You’re lucky I love you,’’ he murmured, his voice absentmindedly falling into your relationship bubble where it was just you and him.

You stayed like that for a moment, bathing in each other’s embrace, until a thought crossed your mind. ‘’Rafe? There’s one other thing I need to tell you: I left your Christmas present in New York…’’ You pulled back, guilt filling you again as you continued and explained yourself. ‘’It was on the table so I wouldn’t forget it, but—’’ 

But Rafe couldn't care less. 

‘’That’s okay. There’s only you on my wishlist anyway.’’ 

—

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[miunachan]

Very Dramatic Story Ideas ♥

Hey ❀

Because of my last post Ultimate List of Business Ideas, I decided to share one more list of ideas. This time it's all about drama, baby! Intrigue, affairs, wealth, secrets, babies, crash, death. You can never have enough spicy drama in your game, so here are a few wild story ideas for your action-thirsty Sims (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Most of the ideas are base game compatible, nevertheless I included recommended packs, but that's optional as always~

Feel free to comment your dramatic story ideas and I will happily add them to this list. Here is the original post. And in case you like cute CC, please take a look at my Patreon ♥

I also shared Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ❀

Happy simming (◕ω◕✿) ~ MiunaChan

🎭 Trapped in a Fake Life

She wakes up in a beautiful mansion, married to the perfect husband, with a gorgeous child… but she remembers nothing. As she begins to unravel her past, she discovers a terrifying truth — this isn’t her life. She’s not even supposed to be here. But if she leaves… will she survive?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, Get to Work, City Living

💀 Pregnant with the Grim Reaper’s Baby

She cheated death once. Now Death wants something in return — and she’s carrying his child. What kind of powers will the baby have? And can she escape her fate?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Paranormal, Parenthood

💸 The Billionaire’s Widow

Her husband was one of the richest men in the city… until he mysteriously died under suspicious circumstances. Now, she’s inherited his entire fortune, but not everyone is happy about it. His family wants her out, the media thinks she’s a gold digger, and the police are knocking at her door. Is she really an innocent widow, or does she have her own secrets to hide?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, Get to Work, City Living

🤰 The Baby Heist

She wakes up in a strange place with no memory of how she got there. But when she sees the adoption papers in front of her, she realizes something is terribly wrong — someone is trying to steal her unborn child. Now, she must escape, uncover the truth, and fight for the future of her baby before it's too late.

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood

💔 The Affair That Changed Everything

She thought she had the perfect marriage — until she found out her husband had another woman… and a secret child. But instead of leaving, she decides to play the long game. Will she get revenge by seducing his business rival? Will she take everything in the divorce? Or will she find out that she’s the one who’s been living a lie all along?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living, Get to Work

👑 Runaway Heiress

Born into extreme wealth, she’s spent her whole life in a golden cage. But on the eve of her arranged marriage, she flees to start a brand-new life under a fake identity. Now, working a normal job and trying to live like an ordinary person, she’s finally free. But when someone from her past finds her, she must decide if she’s willing to give up love and independence for the life she was always meant to lead.

Recommended Packs: City Living, Get Famous

🏆 The Trophy Wife’s Revenge

She married for love — or so she thought. But after years of being the picture-perfect trophy wife, she finds out that her husband has a secret life… and a secret fortune he’s been hiding. Now, she’s playing a dangerous game of seduction and deception to take back what’s hers.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living, Spa Day

🧙‍♀️ Cursed Pregnancy

Her family warned her never to fall in love with him. But she didn’t listen. Now, she’s expecting his child — but something is wrong. The pregnancy is progressing too fast. The doctors can’t explain it. And worst of all, her unborn baby does not feel like a… baby. What did she bring into this world?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Vampires, Werewolves, Island Living

🌟 The Influencer’s Darkest Secret

Online, she’s perfect — flawless selfies, designer clothes, a dream romance. But behind the screen, she’s hiding a deadly secret, and someone knows the truth. A mysterious blackmailer starts sending threats, demanding more and more, until she’s forced to make a choice: confess everything and lose her empire, or destroy someone else’s life to protect her own.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🕵️‍♀️ The Nanny’s Deadly Affair

She thought she was just babysitting for extra cash — but when she fell for her boss, everything changed. Now, his wife is dead, the police are investigating, and the only suspect is her. Did she fall for a murderer, or did someone frame her to take the fall?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood, City Living

💔 Pregnant by the Villain

She thought she was seducing a powerful businessman to climb the social ladder. But what she didn’t know? He’s the most dangerous man in town. And now she’s carrying his child. Will she escape before he traps her forever? Or will she become his ruthless queen, ruling the city by his side?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🎥 Hollywood Heartbreak

She moved to Del Sol Valley to make it big, and she finally did — her name is on everyone’s lips. But when a scandal erupts, her entire career is on the line. Betrayed by her closest friends, dumped by her superstar lover, and exposed by the press, she has two choices: claw her way back to the top… or watch everything burn.

Recommended Packs: Get Famous

💀 Married to a Serial Killer

He was charming, rich, perfect. Their whirlwind romance led to the dream wedding. But now, something feels off. His late nights. His locked office. The missing women on the news. And then, she finds the box under their bed. Whispers in the dark tell her to run — but is it already too late?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work

💍 The Wedding Day Disaster

The bells are ringing, the guests are seated, and her fiancé is waiting at the altar. But just as she steps forward, the doors burst open — “STOP THE WEDDING!” The man she truly loved is back from the dead, and he’s here to claim her before it’s too late. Will she run into his arms, or marry the wrong man to protect a terrible secret?

Recommended Packs: Wedding Stories

🧛‍♀️ The Family That Eats Together… Stays Together?

She moves into a seemingly perfect family’s home as a live-in maid. They’re kind, generous, loving. Until dinnertime. That’s when she realizes — they don’t eat normal food. They eat something… else.

Recommended Packs: Werewolves, Vampires, Realm of Magic

👯 The Secret Twin

She has a beautiful, glamorous life, a devoted fiancé, and a bright future — until she gets a mysterious letter from a stranger claiming to be her long-lost twin. When they finally meet, her twin begs for her help in uncovering a dark family conspiracy. But as she digs deeper, she starts questioning everything. Was she really the lucky twin after all?

Recommended Packs: Get Famous, City Living

🏠 Desperate House-Flippers

She and her spouse have always dreamed of flipping houses for a living. But when they take on a fixer-upper that seems too good to be true, they discover a hidden diary revealing a decades-old murder. As they try to uncover the truth, strange things start happening in their dream home… and their perfect marriage begins to unravel.

Recommended Packs: Dream Home Decorator, Paranormal Stuff, Get to Work

🖤 The Last Sim on Earth

One morning, she wakes up and everyone else is gone. The entire city is empty. No cars, no Sims, nothing. Just her… and the one man she never wanted to be stuck with. How did this happen? And is she really alone?

Recommended Packs: Strangerville, Eco Lifestyle, Paranormal

👶 The Heiress’ Baby Swap

She wakes up in the hospital, cradling her newborn… but something feels wrong. A single clue — a nurse’s trembling hands — makes her suspect the truth: her baby was switched at birth. But why? Who took her real child? And what happens when she finds out she was never meant to survive the delivery at all?

Recommended Packs: Get to Work, Parenthood

🕵️‍♂️ My Husband’s Twin is My Baby Daddy

She thought she was married to the perfect man — until one reckless night with his identical twin leaves her pregnant. Does she confess? Or does she hope the babies don’t look too much like Uncle Johnny?

Recommended Packs: Parenthood

[666anxiety666]

can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)

Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏

🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Curly

LEE

🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.

🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.

🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.

🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose

🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.

🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"

🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.

🧡 blushes a lot.

🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.

LER

🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.

🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.

🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.

🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"

🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"

🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter

🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.

🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.

🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.

🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Anya

LEE

🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.

🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)

🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.

🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.

🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"

🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.

🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.

🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.

LER

🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.

🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.

🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.

🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.

🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"

🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"

🩵 her nails are a killer.

🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Daisuke

LEE

🩷 MY BOY!

🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.

🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.

🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.

🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.

🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.

🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.

🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.

🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.

🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.

🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.

🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.

🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!

🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.

🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.

LER

🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.

🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.

🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.

🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.

🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'

🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"

🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.

🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.

🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.

🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Swansea

LEE

💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.

💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.

💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)

💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.

💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"

LER

💜 now ler Swansea is different.

💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.

💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.

💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.

💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.

💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.

💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."

💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.

💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Jimmy

(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)

LEE

❤️ he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.

❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.

❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.

❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.

❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.

❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.

❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.

❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"

❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.

LER

❤️ he's evil. very evil.

❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.

❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.

❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.

❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.

❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.

❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."

❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."

❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀

Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.

[orpheusluvr]

No Space (Norton x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

AHHHHH I’M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN ALMOST A MONTH - writer’s block sure is awful, as I currently have 15 unfinished idv fics just sitting there untouched in my drafts and I have no idea if I’ll ever get to continue/finish them and publish them 😔 but luckily I managed to come up with something quick and fresh rn and finish it in one sitting so WOOOOOO

This is hella rushed btw, I just needed to post something ASAP 💔

Anyways this fic is basically you and your other teammates decoding the last cipher but only 3 can decode on this one and Norton basically attempts to decode too (I think you get the idea of what happens next 🙂‍↕️) also it’s summer skin norton btw cuz it’s my fav skin and I love writing about him with it yuhhhh

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Another cipher had been decoded, which meant that there was just one more left. You found a nearby cipher and started decoding on it, while pinging your teammates to let them know your location so that they can come and help you.

The hunter was nowhere to be seen, strangely enough. Perhaps Alva was still chasing Norton, you assumed.

Naib began sprinting in your direction, while Eli also ran beside him. They both began helping you decode.

“Have any of you seen Norton?” You ask.

Naib shook his head.

“Must be busy playing with his magnets.” He scoffed.

“I’ll send Brooke to find him.” Eli said.

Just as he was about to send out his owl to search for Norton, he finally came running from the corner. His blonde hair swayed with his movements, while his open shirt flew behind him.

He stopped as he observed the cipher.

“Hm…no space for me, it seems.” He said.

“Yeah, no shit. Maybe make yourself useful and go to the exit gate while we finish this.” Naib said.

Norton gave a laugh and shook his head. He glanced at you.

“Nah, I’m gonna pass.” He said, walking towards you.

You were too busy decoding to even notice that he was right behind you. That was until you felt him. Your heart stopped for a moment as you felt his skin brush against yours as his arms moved towards the cipher.

Naib coughed.

“What the hell are you doing, Nort?” He said.

You gulped as you felt something poke against you. You knew exactly what it was, but you didn’t dare bring it up.

“I’m being useful.” He gave a crooked grin.

“Dumbass, you’re making Y/N uncomfortable. Just look at her.” Naib said, looking at you.

No, you weren’t feeling uncomfortable. In fact, you were enjoying this sensation. So much that the pool in your panties was enough evidence to back that up.

You always had a thing for Norton. Both of you would sometimes flirt here and there. But you had never imagined being in a situation like this, considering that he never decided to move things further.

Maybe the extremely short skirt you were wearing had awoken something inside him.

“Oh, my bad. Sorry Y/N, am I making you uncomfortable?” Norton whispered in your ear.

You continuously shook your head, your face reddening while struggling to speak.

“See? She’s fine.” Norton looked at Naib, who glared at him.

“Pfft, whatever. The poor girl’s probably too scared to even talk.” Naib said.

Norton moved upwards, and you immediately let out a whimper, covering your mouth in embarrassment. Naib eyed you suspiciously.

“Sorry…I failed a calibration…” you said, quietly.

Was this really happening, you ask? In front of Naib and Eli, too? Why did Norton decide to do something like this, something that you longed for so desperately, during the worst moment?

But what you didn’t know was that Norton loved taking risks.

After the cipher had finally been decoded, you let out a relieving sigh. Naib and Eli began running off to the exit gate, but Norton however had refused to move off from you.

But you were glad. Because now the both of you were finally alone. Unless Alva decided to find you.

“Norton…why are you doing this?” You ask him.

“You just look so tempting, with that skirt and everything.” He said, slowly grinding against you.

You bit your lip as you felt his clothed length graze against your clothed entrance.

“Just…be quick.” You pleaded.

Norton gave a smirk, not saying a word as he slid his hands up your thigh and pulled your panties down, then removed the belt to his shorts and freed his throbbing cock.

You arched your back, giving him easier access to his goal.

“Fuck…I never knew I’d ever be able to see you in this position.” He laughed to himself.

He pushed himself all the way in, his tip kissing your sweet spot in an instant. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan, feeling blissful at this sensation.

“The other 2 must be waiting for us so we gotta…finish…quick…” you panted.

“Don’t worry, I don’t go slow.” Norton whispered in your ear. And he was right. He immediately thrusted at such a quick pace that it was hard to keep up with his movements as your body was violently being rocked back and forth against the cipher machine. He slid a hand up your shirt, caressing one of your breasts and playing with the nipple while his other hand grabbed tightly against the side of your waist.

“Ngh…you feel so good…so damn good…” Norton groaned, feeling satisfied at the way your walls hugged his cock so tightly.

You felt like you were about to reach your climax, when all of a sudden your heartbeat increased. And it wasn’t because of Norton.

“N-Nort…” you whimpered.

“Hm? Gotta cum?” He said, completely unaware of what was going on.

“H-Hunter…nearby…” you managed to say.

Norton then realised that his heart was also beating fast.

“Shit…” he said, slowly pulling out.

You both lowered yourselves, trying your best to hide. Norton protectively held you close, your head resting against his bare chest while your legs quivered, still awaiting your climax which was slowly fading away due to the fear that had taken over your pleasure.

Alva was still nowhere to be seen, and eventually your heartbeats returned to normal.

Norton gently lifted you up in his arms.

“We should continue this at the manor where it’s safer.” He said.

You nodded, but then let out a sigh. You weren’t able to hit your climax, and the feeling was making you uneasy, but at least this time you wouldn’t have any interruptions. Hopefully.

[iliketangerines]

need a hanzo smut pls he’s so fine and nobody seems to write for him💔

for my honor

a/n: hanzo is pretty fine, but tbh, i can't see him anyone else other than kuai liang, which is why i think there's so little about him.

pairing: hanzo hasashi x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, cockwarming (sort of), mentions of pussyeating and overstimulation

Hanzo Hasashi had not thought much of you when he first saw you on his travels to the Mortal Kombat tournament

a man with a samurai sword, masked with your hair tied into a long ponytail

you were none of his concern, he was off to find and kill Sub-Zero at the tournament, and you were simply someone he crossed paths with

and then you kept appearing on his path, sometimes behind him, sometimes ahead of him, and he grew antsy, paranoid that you were someone Sub-Zero had sent to kill him

and then, one night by the fire as he laid down and looked at the stars, you came toward him, sword sheathed completely and hands in your robes

he asked you who you were, you said you were a samurai looking for the Mortal Kombat tournament and that you wanted to kill Sektor for destroying your clan

Hanzo didn’t know much about Sektor except that he was part of the Lin Kuei underneath Sub-Zero

and so your tentative friendship started

your travels to the tournament were mostly uneventful, but Hanzo learned about you on your journey to the island

you were gruff, voice low and gravely, and you always wore a mask to hide your face from the world, even Hanzo took off his mask at times to remind himself of his remaining humanity

you were a good companion, catching and killing prey to cook and eat with Hanzo, and although he did not need to eat as someone dead and reborn, he appreciated the thought

though it was strange how you never ate at the same time he did, he never saw you without the mask

you two grew close as you two got closer to the island, and he wondered what you looked like underneath it all, if you were as beautiful as he imagined

and then you both arrived at the island and Hanzo completed his task while you completed yours

you had been a beauty, sword deadly and bright as you flayed Sektor alive, easily and effortlessly as he made measly attempts against you

he would not forget your snarls and angry eyes as you killed him, and he found himself enamored with you and your deadliness

but, it had all been for nothing, and he came underneath the control of Quan Chi once more and found that his master had been the one to kill his family

and then he broke free, and he wondered where you were

you had been a good traveling companion, patient, firm and blunt yet still kind, but he shakes you from his mind and focuses on rebuilding his clan

and then one day while visiting the Lin Kuei rebuilt underneath Kuai Liang, he sees you, casually teaching the initiates some moves

you still look the same, maybe more tired, but there you were, masked with your ponytail high in your hair

he approaches you, a little nervous, feeling too warm despite the hellfire running through his veins, and you recognize him, eyes lighting up at the sight of him

he asks to catch up with you, to have a meeting between two old friends, and you agree and say there’s a night market in the town below tonight

the day passes by for him as he catches up with Kuai Liang, who asks how he knows of you

he says he met you on his travels to the first Mortal Kombat tournament, and Kuai Liang hums as he continues the meeting

Hanzo dresses himself to seem more casual, and he waits for you by the entrance

there you stand, mask still on, hair still up, but looking less deadly without the sword by your side

you bring him down to the markets and bring him around to the vendors, buying food and trinkets for him to take back to the Shirai Ryu

you do not eat and Hanzo urges you to, you must be starving

you seem hesitant but take off your mask, and Hanzo was wrong

you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and he smiles at the sight of your face

you scowl at him and tell him to eat his food so that you two could go back up to the base, and Hanzo laughs before digging into his food

you two make your way up, and he bids you farewell

but he cannot sleep, and he decides to take a trip to the hot springs, to relax his mind and chase you away from his thoughts

he enters and finds you undressing as well, and he goes to greet you again, to make a joke about he always seems to find you

you take off your robe and bandages wrap around your chest, thick and tight, Hanzo watches in silence, confused, were you harmed?

but you take them off and when you do, Hanzo realizes why you never take off your mask and speak so low, you were hiding your body to avoid the stares of people, you were hiding to be a man and not risk the fate of a woman in a cruel world

you strip off the rest of your clothes, and Hanzo realizes he should not be watching, that he has invaded your privacy and he turns but knocks his head against the doorway

you whip your head around and grip onto your towel tightly as you spot Hanzo

Hanzo holds his hands up and says he did not mean to see and that he does not judge, you are someone he respects and he would never think of you differently

you lower your guard slightly and wave him to come over when he asks if he can join as well

he struggles to keep his eyes off you as you relax in the water and lean against the wall, your chest above the water, and Hanzo can see your body through the clear water

you were gorgeous, toned legs, plush chest, a million scars to tell your story

Hanzo shakes his head and slides into the hot springs across from you to try and relax, but he finds it harder and harder as thoughts of you run through his mind

you seem unbothered, eyes staring up into the ceiling as a red flush settles across your face, but your fingers nervously tap against each other

Hanzo notices and asks what’s bothering you, hoping that a conversation would distract him from his plight and growing arousal

you clear your throat and say it’s nothing, but you squeeze your thighs together and look away as you sink a little deeper into the water

Hanzo raises an eyebrow and suddenly he’s not so sure his feelings aren’t reciprocated

he gets a bit closer to you, and your eyes dart to him but you don’t move

Hanzo decides to try his luck and settles into the water next to you, pressing his shoulder into your yours, and you suck in a small breath

but you don’t move away, and Hanzo smiles

he leans into you, and you duck your head down as he asks if you’ve ever been to the hot springs before this

you turn to him and mutter out a no, and Hanzo smiles before reaching his hand up tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

he keeps his hand there, and he can almost hear the way your heart thumps in your chest

he asks if this is okay, and you breathe out a yes before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips

your hands come up underneath his arms and grip onto his back as he groans into the kiss

you taste so sweet, and Hanzo wants more

he cups the back of your neck to bring you closer into him, pressing his chest into yours and slotting his leg in between your soft thighs

he can feel the way your clit grinds against his thigh, and you let out little mewls of pleasure as you start to move your hips against his leg

he pulls away and moves his hands down to hold onto your hips and grind you against his thigh, and your hands move up to clutch onto his shoulders

he watches your face contort in pleasure as he grinds you on his thigh, and he loves how you look so fucked-out already

you whine as starts to bounce his leg in the water, and he smiles

you’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?

he leans back down to kiss you, and you hands clumsily make their way down to stroke his hard cock

Hanzo groans at the feeling as you pump him, and you press your thumb into the slit to get him to let out a grunt

his hands dig into your hips, and his fingers leave small bruises as you stroke his cock and he grinds you against his thigh

your whines get louder, and you moan out that you need him right now, need him to fuck you please

Hanzo wants to sit you on the ledge of the hot springs, pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers until you’re a whiny boneless mess

he wants to tease you until you’re begging him for more, and he wants to make you cum so many times that you beg him to stop

but he wants to fuck you right now, needs to fuck you, and he lifts you up in the water so that your cunt lines up with his dick

he groans as you sink onto him, so wet and tight for him, and you’re no better, whimpering as you dig your nails into his back and tell him to move impatiently

he chuckles at your impatience, but he’s no better as he holds onto your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock, groaning at the feeling of you around him

you whine at the stretch and lean your head back, and Hanzo takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and it makes your cunt spasm around his dick

Hanzo groans and has to stop himself from cumming so soon, and he bites into your neck to regain his self-control

you whine at he feeling and your hips buck into his as he continues to fuck into you

you’re so warm and tight, and he wants to keep you like this in his arms, a strong samurai all needy and whiny just for him

he’s no better, a Shirai Ryu warrior reduced to a groaning mess as he bounces you on his cock, and he goes in to kiss you

you moan into the kiss, and he presses his tongue into your mouth, needing to taste you and your sweetness again

the sound of splashing water and yours and his moans echo in the hot springs room as you both reach your highs

you let out a loud whine as your cunt clamps down on Hanzo’s cock, and you cum

Hanzo grits his teeth and spills his seed inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder as he finally lets go of your waist

he traces the scars on your back as he lets his cock soften inside of you

but neither of you move to get off each other, too warm and drunk on the afterglow of pleasure to move, and the two of you sit in the hot springs relaxed in each other’s arms

finally, as your fingers start to prune, he slides out of you and gets out of the water, helping you out

the both of you dress, and he holds onto your hand before you can leave

he asks you what you two are, if this was just a fling or if it was something more, and he hopes you say it’s something more

you intertwine your fingers with his, and you say that you’ll have him if he’ll have you?

he smiles and pulls you in for a soft kiss, starting a new journey with his love

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

casual. l Marcus Moreno

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary:  you misread his signals

Warnings:  angst, sad, a glass of wine, one broken heart

A/N: sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

Your footsteps echoed through the hallway of the almost empty quarters of The Heroics. The containers of takeout food you were carrying warmed your hands. 

This Friday evening after a whole week of work and training should have been rewarded with a comforting meal. The smell of Chinese food, from your, and his, favorite restaurant pleasantly caressed your nostrils.

You turned right and headed straight to Marcus's office. You wanted to surprise him, especially since he had already told you in the morning that he would have to stay at work a little longer, and you knew how much he hated it.

You and Marcus weren't a couple, at least not officially. You had known each other for a long time, but something had changed in the past few weeks. 

You went out for dinner together, and then again. And after that Marcus invited you to the cinema, and then you went to some drive-thru, after you picked up your order you both kissed so intensely that it took you a few minutes to pick up all the fries from the floor of his car later.

And those funny emoticons he sent you when you exchanged messages. You felt like a teenager who had a crush on a boy. But it was so easy. 

Marcus was a fantastic and nice guy. He treated you the way you could only dream of, he listened when you talked to him and really tried to make you feel good around him. A smile appeared on your lips just thinking about him.

You were approaching the ajar door of his office and were about to go in when you heard Marcus talking to someone.

"Listen, we'll practice this at the next training, okay? I still have a lot of paperwork."

"Don't tell me you're going to sit here." Miracle Guy sneered. "It's Friday, dude! You could go out or something."

"I'm not stopping you from going out so..."

"What about that girl you've been seeing lately?"

A strange silence fell over the room, and you held your breath. Finally, you heard Marcus clear his throat and speak up a bit confused.

"What made you think I was seeing someone?"

You didn't see Miracle Guy's face, but you could imagine his suspicious expression when he said your name. "I think everyone noticed that you two were into each other. Invisi Girl saw you leaving the cinema last Saturday. Together."

"Yeah, we went to the cinema together." Marcus must have been very confused, because that's what his tone of voice sounded like. "But you know... That doesn't mean anything. It's casual."

A small needle stabbed itself straight into your heart. Your fingers tightened around the containers of food as you bit your lip to keep from making any noise. You wanted to curse out loud.

"Casual..." Miracle Guy repeated "She's really cool. Smart, funny and pretty. And she really likes you."

"Please, we're not dating." Moreno was already tense and uncomfortable "We went to see a movie together, but that's it. And please, let's not bring this up again, okay? We’re just friends."

"As you wish, Marcus. It's none of my business." Miracle sighed and you heard the creaking of the chair he was sitting on "I hope she thinks the same way you do."

"I'm sure she does."

You retreated to the empty office next door at the last moment before Miracle Guy left. You waited a moment longer until you heard the sound of typing in the other room and silently left your hiding place.

If anyone ever asked you about it, you didn't remember the way to your car. You simply woke up in your apartment, with two portions of the food you ordered, which you immediately put in the fridge because you didn't feel hungry anymore.

Marcus' words kept pounding in your head, and you felt worse and worse. It wasn't like you could already imagine yourself in a white dress after a few dates with him, but you really liked him. You had had a soft spot for him for a while now, and it seemed to you that he felt good around you, too. But maybe you just misread his signals? 

You poured yourself a glass of wine and ran a hot bath to improve your mood a little. Pleasant music bounced off the bathroom walls, but it didn't drown out the sound of an incoming text message. 

Your phone almost fell into the bathtub when you read the message from Marcus.

Hi. I thought that maybe, if you don’t have any plans for the weekend, you'd like to meet up? There's a festival not far from us, it could be fun. 😉 Let me know, I'll be waiting. 🫣🌹🌹

"You'll wait then." You mumbled to yourself and turned off your phone, putting it back in its place.

You didn't know if Marcus had texted you or called you yet. You spent the whole weekend alone and you felt really good about it. 

You took care of yourself because you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't feel bad at all because of what you had heard. A few words couldn't hurt you, right? Marcus was right, it wasn't anything binding. 

Friends do things like that, right? They go to the cinema or out for dinner, and then they kiss in the car. Normal friendly things.

But Monday hit you in the face as soon as you sat down at your desk.

A familiar figure stood in your doorway. Soft brown eyes looked at you from behind thick glasses. You could even swear that you saw a mixture of joy and concern in them at the sight of you.

"Hi." Marcus greeted uncertainly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

You tried to act relaxed, as if this conversation was natural, as if your heart wasn't beating wildly in your chest. Marcus walked over to the chair in front of your desk and leaned on it with his hands, clearly confused and stressed.

"I've been texting you, trying to call..." he started, but you quickly interrupted him.

"I had problems with my phone." you lied without hesitation. "Was something wrong?"

"No, I just... I thought we could meet again. You know, Missy was at my mom's. I thought..."

"Marcus..." you sighed, and he felt a strange shiver run down his spine. "I think we should limit our meetings to formal ones only."

He frowned, analyzing your words. You didn't want him to find out that you had heard his conversation with Miracle Guy, or that it hurt you. It had to sound as natural as possible.

"Did I do something wrong?" he finally asked, a little scared "If so, then I'm sorry, I just... I really like you, you know. And I love spending time with you, not just here at work. I thought we..."

You stood up from behind your desk and rested the tips of your cold fingers on the counter. You would have given a lot for your voice not to tremble at that moment and luckily it didn't.

"Marcus, I don't think you're ready to move on..." you said, you saw his lips part in surprise, but you wanted to get it over with. You had been thinking about it all weekend and you didn't want to suffer any longer. "You're not ready to move on, and I'm not ready to be your friend. Just your friend. That's why I think we should only see each other at work. Only formally."

You could see that Marcus wanted to say something. Brown eyes were staring at you intensely, but before he could formulate a sentence, the sound of his phone echoed through the room.

"Answer it, it might be important." You said and sat back down in your chair trying to look calm.

"It's Miracle Guy, he can wait." Marcus mumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"You're the leader of the Heroics, this call is important." You pointed it out to him. "And I have a lot of work today so if you could..."

He understood you without a problem. You didn't even look up as he headed out the door, closing it behind him.

redemption : casual l Marcus Moreno

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[offsidetracked]

Don't worry @ven0moir you're not alone in the trenches, we're going crazy together in real time 💀

I have to admit that bychance felt mostly like a fun crack ship at first. Why not you know, he's attractive, Will deserves some fun, I like drama, let's go. But the more I twist and turn it around the more it feels like an actually... good and not at all farfetched subplot. Huh. Whaddaya know. Well, let's get into it.

For me it comes down to mainly one thing;

A bychance storyline would serve Will and Mike's individual character arcs and help pave the way for byler

@ven0moir has already made a great point about how Will having some prior experience would give him more agency when byler eventually happens. And Mike is long overdue for a rude awakening: his undisputed spot as Will's most important person will not go uncontested forever. One way or another, the show has to address how uncomfortable this realisation will make him. And force him to confront what that means for the nature of their relationship. Bychance is a simple and effective way to accomplish exactly that. And honestly, if Mike is going to be a jealous confused mess in S5 (it's for your own good Micheal), give him something to be actually jealous about.

So far the show has given us mainly one flavor of internalized homophobia. Mike hides, he plays pretend at heterosexuality with a beard girlfriend that he, although he likes and cares for her, isn't attracted to. Bychance would be a juxtaposition to Mike's coping mechanisms by having Will go the complete opposite route.

Will already believes he has no chance at a healthy, mutual, romantic connection. So why not engage in a toxic situationship with someone he doesn't like or trust but is sexually attracted to? The world is ending anyway. Might as well.

It wouldn't be strange at all.

Will has been valiantly holding out so far; being happy for whatever kind of intimacy he can have with Mike. There's been cracks in that facade however. The rain fight, destroying Castle Byers, the argument at rink-o-mania... all point to the fact that Will, for all his valor and selfless behaviour, actually holds a great deal of frustration, maybe even resentment, because of the situation.

Would it really be so weird for him to act out and seek some sort of relief, if the opportunity presented itself?

We already know that temptation will most likely play a part in Will's arc this season. Vecna could very well be involved in manipulating a bychance situation. Separating Will from his support system would make him vulnerable and potentially more receptive to Vecna whispering promises in his ear later on. What better way than to lure Will away with a twisted version of what he actually wants? Juicy🧃

Throwing a wench in Mike and Will's relationship is also crucial if Vecna wants his plan to succeed. Those two have proven to be absolutely lethal when they join forces. Bychance could be a way to make Mike feel like Will has gone to a place he can't follow. At least not until he confronts the less than platonic feelings he has for his best friend.

Anyway, what it comes down to is Mike and Will showcasing two diametrically opposed but equally toxic coping mechanisms. Both being consequences of internalizing the belief that this is as good as it's going to get. Ugh my heart 💔

Bychance could, if played right, help deliver a really powerful message about the more insidious consequences of homophobia and what a hateful, intolerant society truly does to a person. Underlining one of the core lessons of the show;

When you betray who you are by trying to conform things go wrong

Forced conformity really is killing the kids.

We're also in the final arc of The Five Arc story structure. That means one thing and one thing only; catharsis.

Everything is coming to a boiling point and the lid will blow in a number of ways. Especially when it comes to byler. Things must implode, explode, for both of them. Only then will they have to stare truth in the face and actually deal with their feelings for each other. And what living a life that is truly their own would mean.

Sure, you could do all this without bychance.

But it would be a neat and simple way to do it. And there are things in the show that could be interpreted as hints towards it (@ven0moir and @cypherheartnokey have made posts about it). Some of it could be reaching, but not more of a reach than some stuff we bylers regularly parade around as evidence for our ship.

This is a show that goes crazy hard with foreshadowing and self-referencing after all so... yeah. You be the judge. Whether it will happen or not is anyone's guess.

But I actually wouldn't be mad if it did.

[theworldendswithsho]

OKAY can you please hit me with some nanami wherein he is pinning for the reader? She’s insecure because the higher ups prefer her ex 💔

ALRIGHT here's my very first fanfiction in AGES! Sorry if its not great, I'm definitely rusty! I wasn't sure who to put in as the ex so I chose Kusakabe lol, hopefully that doesn't ruin it for ya. Enjoy!

warnings: very slight nsfw, mentions of sex, some angst

His Life's Work, Reimagined

Kento Nanami was a man dedicated to his life’s work. At least, that’s what he told himself after dropping out of life as a Tokyo businessman and returning to Jujutsu High as a teacher. He had nothing and no one else to dedicate himself to, after all. He was a sorcerer of immense talent, though he was humble and stoic. Though reserved and a bit stern at times, his students loved and respected him.

You, on the other hand, were having a hard time settling in as a teacher. Here you were, brand new to a job you loved, but you behaved so youthfully that your students had a hard time taking you seriously. Hell, you’d have a hard time taking you seriously. To make matters worse, you’re teaching alongside your ex-boyfriend, Atsuya Kusakabe. Before you’d landed the job at Jujutsu High, you had met him at a bar. You were there with a couple of friends from college, and he was there to have a drink after work with Nanami, the only teacher he really got along with at Jujutsu High. Nanami, being the responsible man he was, left after two drinks and got a taxi home. Your friends ran off with some guys they met at the bar, and there you were, alone, and there Kusakabe was, alone. A few drinks later, you went home together in the back of a taxi cab and the rest was history. 

He was handsome, but he was a fucking coward. He ran away with his tail between his legs, afraid of committing to you the way you wanted. Everyone at work noticed a strange tension between you and Kusakabe, but no one said a word. Everyone, Principal Yaga included, seemed to respect him, and no matter how badly you hated him, you had to smile and nod whenever his praises were sung. Several times, you tried to speak with Principal Yaga about how to engage with the students, and he told you to speak with Kusakabe, that he was a master at engaging with his pupils. Needless to say, you never spoke with him, and your teaching skills haven’t gotten any better.

Word gets out about a Special Grade curse in Shinjuku, and a meeting is called for all of the Jujutsu High teachers. When you enter the room, you expect to be struggling to keep your piercing eyes off of Kusakabe, but when Nanami walks in, you find your eyes have a new target. He was stony-faced, but awfully handsome, and his body seemed well defined, despite being hidden underneath his suit. Briefly, Nanami looks over his glasses at you and you suddenly look down, feeling your face go red. Did he catch you? What must he be thinking right now?

Principal Yaga assigns Nanami to the mission, and tells him he can pick any other teacher to bring with him as his partner. You look up, and Nanami’s gaze is steady on you. “Y/N will come with me,” he says with unwavering confidence. Your mouth falls open, and then closes again, before you nod your head. The meeting is adjourned and the teachers file out one by one, leaving you and Nanami alone to walk out together.

“Hello, Y/N. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Kento Nanami,” he says cordially, extending a hand.

You take his hand and shake it. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.”

~~~~~

You leave Jujutsu High late in the day. The mission goes off without a hitch. The curse is exorcized, and the city of Shinjuku is safe again (for now). You yawn, and Nanami looks up, noticing the bags under your eyes. He feels his heart tug upon seeing you look so exhausted. He quickly shakes his head, thinking to himself that he cannot let himself feel for a coworker. To do so would be unprofessional. And yet…

“You look tired. We should get you some coffee before we head back to campus,” he says, motioning with his chin in the direction of a cafe. You nod, and he straightens his tie before walking silently with you to the cafe.

It is there, over coffee, that he gives you advice on teaching. For someone so stoic, he was surprisingly caring and ready to engage in conversation. Sitting across from him at the small table and sipping your cappuccino while he had his black coffee, you began to realize he was even more handsome than you’d thought. His hair was neatly kept, his face was chiseled and strong, yet possessed a kind of grace that was uncharacteristic of such strength. His normally downturned lips would quirk upwards sometimes during conversation, or when he had a particularly delightful sip of his coffee.

You both stood up from the table after finishing your coffee, you stretching your arms over your head and Nanami straightening his suit jacket. He held the door for you as you left the cafe, and you made your way back to Jujutsu High without a problem. You found yourself thinking about him, and how truly mature and responsible he was. You felt your heart flutter, and then you squeezed your eyes shut. I can’t fall in love with another teacher again. If this goes badly, my job will be twice as hellish as it is now.

Little did you know, Nanami was in the dark of his room on campus thinking about you, too. Thinking about your dainty hands around your coffee cup, and then around your weapon, and then around him. Suddenly, he had a new reason to go teach every day, and it wasn’t that he was dedicated to his life’s work.

~~~~~

During a lunch break, you observe Nanami and Kusakabe sitting together and chatting. You feel your stomach clench nervously. How could I have forgotten they were friends? They were at the bar together that night, weren’t they? You noticed Kusakabe’s eyes flicker behind Nanami and land on you, and you squeeze your lunch box a little tighter. Nanami, whose back is currently to you, follows Kusakabe’s gaze, and his lips upturn slightly upon seeing you.

“L/N, come sit with us. We were just talking about the mission last evening,” Nanami says.

I offer a fake smile and apologize. “Sorry, I was just about to take my lunch back to my classroom. I’ve got some lesson planning to do,” you say, and with that, you scurry out of the faculty room and back to your classroom. Nanami’s slight smile drops, and Kusakabe shakes his head. “If she wants to keep her job here, she’ll have to be a little friendlier than that,” Kusakabe mutters. Nanami looks confusedly at Kusakabe, who then explains that you used to date. Nanami feels a pang of jealousy in his chest upon hearing Kusakabe joke, “She must still be in love with me or something.”

The next few days at lunch, Kusakabe continues talking with Nanami about you. He always makes snide comments about your abilities as a sorcerer and as a teacher, and of course, your relationship together. Nanami senses your presence in the lunch room, and though Kusakabe is speaking quietly, Nanami decides to speak up so you know he was talking about you.

“Actually, L/N’s a pretty good teacher. I think she just needed time to settle in, is all,” Nanami says loudly. Kusakabe’s face drops and he shushes Nanami. “Kento, she’s in the room. Don’t need her knowing I’m talking about her.” Nanami nods in false agreement, and turns to you and gives you a slight smile when Kusakabe looks away.

You feel pride swell in your chest knowing that Nanami thinks highly of you. Who cares what your ex says, right? Nanami believes in you. The feeling of pride ebbs away as your thoughts run wild, and you begin to wonder if Nanami was just trying to save face. How much have they said about me when I wasn’t there? Does Nanami think I’m easy for dating Kusakabe?

You don’t know that Nanami thinks about you every morning when he combs his hair and puts on his cologne. You don’t know that he wishes he was waking up next to you in the morning, or cooking meals for you when he’s cooking for himself. You don’t know the way your name falls from his lips when his hands roam his body in the shower at night, after a long day of work.

~~~~~

You’re sitting at the your desk in your empty classroom, mulling over the lesson plans in your binder. You look up at the clock. Its 2:27, and Nanami is supposed to be here at 2:30. You feel your palms begin to sweat at the thought of being alone in an empty classroom with him, but wipe the sweat off on your skirt and resume mulling through your lesson plans. The door to your classroom is open, but there’s a knock. You look up, pleasantly surprised that Nanami is early, only to find Kusakabe leaning in the doorframe, looking at you with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” You say, disgust clear in your voice.

“Now, now, Y/N… You’re really going to have to be nicer to me than that. I’ve got a meeting with Yaga and some of the other teachers today to discuss your performance… and your behavior.”

Your eyes widen. Was he seriously blackmailing you right now?

“What do you want?”

“I want those teaching the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers to actually be worth their salt,” he retorts. “Your performance has been lackluster, to say the least. Nanami’s the only reason Yaga hasn’t put you on administrative leave, yet.”

Kusakabe saunters over from the door frame, putting his hands on your desk and leaning over you.

“Nanami speaks real highly of you, y’know. You fuckin’ him?” he says in a low voice, leaning in close to you.

In the uncomfortable silence following that statement, you hear Nanami clear his throat. You look towards the doorway, and Kusakabe whips around and stands up straight. “Oh hey, Ken-”

“Save it, Atsuya. There’s nothing going on with me and L/N. I’ve been mentoring her in her teaching skills and I have seen genuine improvement. She is more than worth her salt, and she is more than capable of teaching the next generation. I advise you leave so I can go over lesson plans with her. And be very sure Principal Yaga will be hearing about this at the faculty meeting later,” Nanami says, his voice stern and low, a near growl.

Kusakabe rolls his eyes and stalks out of the classroom.

The air in the room suddenly feels very hot as Nanami pulls a chair over to your desk and sits next to you, looking towards the binder full of lesson plans on the desk. 

“Thank you, Nanami. For standing up for me.”

“Please, call me Kento,” he says in a honeyed voice, his eyes meeting yours and softening.

“Nan- I mean Kento,” you start, not yet used to the name change. “About what Kusakabe was saying… I know you said there’s nothing going on between us, but to be honest, I kind of wish there was.”

Your words hang in the air, and your face flushes. You expect Nanami to push his chair back, to tell you its unprofessional, to shake his head and pretend it didn’t happen. But instead, he smiles, a real genuine smile, and leans closer to you.

“I’ve been wishing there was something going on between us since I first met you at the mission briefing,” he practically whispers. His voice is steady, but it cannot conceal his longing for you. “Is this okay?” Kento asks, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod once, and that is all it takes for him to press his lips to yours.

[ratcatcher2world]

Trigger warning ⚠️loss of a friend and a pet⚠️

2024 is drawing to a close. What can I say except that this year has been full of upheaval. I ended January without a job after a 2-month contract in a clothing store (God knows how stupid and nasty customers can be to salespeople). I struggled to find a job, going from job interview to job interview, all of them inconclusive.

In May, I met the actors of the shadow and bone series in Paris, Ben Barnes and Jessie Mei Li, who were both adorable.

Since September I've lost a loved one, Shiva, my older sister's jack russell terrier. Shiva was 17 years old, and 4 years ago I noticed that she wasn't doing well. It turned out that she had a problem with her ovaries, so she had to have emergency surgery. Given her age, the operation was risky. But fortunately she survived. To give us 4 more years with her. The vet told us that if I hadn't trusted my instincts, she would have died at home. Then she had heart problems and then two cancers and towards the end she was epileptic. I remember the last time I said goodbye to her I said, "See you later my darling, I'll give you a kiss and come home after the job interview and give you lots of hugs".

I didn't know at the time that it would be the last time I'd see her. We had to have her put down because she was in so much pain. She left with the Christmas sweater I'd bought her and my blanket so she'd have a few things from home with her. I'm sure she's now at peace up there with our other pets, with my grandma. Then after she died, I didn't want anything, I felt empty. Then I received a job offer which I accepted.

I made friends with Augustin, a colleague with whom I got on very well right from the start. Unfortunately, Augustin decided to end his life at the end of november after sending a message to my group of friends saying "take care of yourself". I didn't think it was possible to feel so sad in his life again. I would have liked to help Augustin, to make him feel better, but I couldn't help him. I blame myself terribly. But I tell myself he must be better off where he is. That ending his life was the only way for him to get better.

It sounds strange, but for me ending this year 2024 is like forgetting Augustin and shiva, I feel like I'm abandoning them even though I know they'll stay in my heart forever 💔🥹

Despite this complicated year I wanted to say thank you to @amethystblackkchaos @cjlouwho @there-goes-thefighter @bullet-prooflove @witchygagirlwrites @passionwillow @saveyourblood @fayes-fics @topguncortez ..... for making my life a little better with their writing here on tumblr, so thank you very much and Happy New Year's Eve

Sorry if my (long) text made anyone cry 🥹💔

[unconvtional]

Heyoo can i request smut afab mayoi x top gn reader?You can just ignore it if its uncomfortable

Mayoi's self-depreciating has been a lot worse lately. Finger him, praise him and love him until he no longer looking down on himself

cries so hard i love my boy mayoi 💔 no. this doesn't make me uncomfy, dwdw!

i dont smoke, mayoi ayase

smut under read more!

sketch info : cursing, praise, self depricating/negative thoughts, no sex, comfort smut, mdni obvi, kissing, dom gn reader, ftm mayoi i suppose, cringe writing, maybe ooc mayoi(jp only😒), hand holding⁉️, ED warning ( like. not even mentioned, just described)

a/n: im bitchless but im a therapist so this is amazing for me, anon thank you!

"aah.. i look horrible, " he mumbles, staring at his chest, eyes following the line down to his stomach, to his thighs, and back up to his face. his hands come to his arms, and he feels worse than ever, he cant stop looking at every single one of his flaws, the way his bones made an appearance almost every time he breathed wouldnt please.. you. panic is evident in his voice, mayoi throws his head back, "Does yn even like me.. i- I'll just... ah?!" loud footsteps could be heard outside of the quiet and dark room..— "mayoi~.." Your soft voice rings from behind the door along with a quiet knock. his response is delayed, extremely; a long period of awkward silence before he screams. you open the door in an almost panic, eyes wide.

"Are you.. okay? Huh," he's fine, just.. in a weird position on his bed. "mayoi, baby.. come here, " you giggle, walking torwards the purple haired man with open arms. he sniffles weirdly, throat closing up; tears begin to flow down his flushed face, you smile and kiss them away, eyes crinkling in contentness. "Hey, mayoi~... What's wrong?" its a stupid question, but you know hes going to answer it well. mayois voice is even shakier than before, almost unintelligible. "im not feeling great– about me.." you huff, trying to look at him, but he just moves closer. "i dont look good anywhere.. and you must hate being with me," he continues, you could barely hear him breathe."i dont know what i would do if you left me..."

you cock your head, stepping away from him. "If i left you?.." your voice is sincere, "i dont think i would." and its hurting him. mayoi clings to you like a koala, trying to bring back his composure— and fuck, his glossy eyes looking back into yours made you really want to cry. he blinks away tears, looking up at you expectantly. "Really? you won't?" No, you wouldn't. I never even thought about it, but you can't say that, can you? You shake your head, smiling softly. "i love you, you're really great." his breath hitches, and he looks away quickly. "Listen, mayoi.. you're amazing, look at yourself!" You ask gently— of course.

he turns his head, facing the mirror for a few seconds, and then looks away, body trembling. "What do you see in me.. uuh, i dont want you to leave!" he cries, gripping your shirt like a vice. your eyes water, breath becoming labored. "You're so handsome, mayo~ my beautiful boyfriend. Your face is so pretty, and so is your body," stopping for a brief second, staring at his face for confirmation to continue. It's strange, his eyebrows furrowed, and his flushed cheeks were either from his tears or embarassment. "Your flaws are what make you.. yknow, you, and i love that." its not odd for him to be like this, but you wanted to try something different.

you crawl behind him, letting him sit between your legs. hands hovering over his thighs. "Is this okay, mayoi?" You were conflicted between just hugging him til he slept and doing this.. neither felt right. he hums, fiddling wth his fingers. you run your hands up and down his legs, stopping at his crotch. your head rests on his shoulder as you begin to speak, "You're everything I've ever wanted, mayoi." you slid your fingers between his thighs, toying with his clit. he hides his face behind his hands and grinds into your fingers, longing for your touch "youre my pretty boy, forever, i promise" he looks ethereal, his hair messy yet so clean, face tired and tear-stained. this is what makes him pretty, his emotions. "you do so much for everyone around you," you whisper, curling your fingers inside of him. "hn.. do i really?" mayoi whimpers, putting his legs over your thighs.

hes almost so engrossed in pleasure, the feeling of your voice reaching his brain, scratching the itch that had tortured him for so long. it was rewarding for him, for staying strong. "Yeah, my pretty boy. youre always worrying about everyone else" mayoi lifts his head, staring at himself. He no longer looked pathetic. sweat drips from his forehead and tears well up in his eyes, "uuh.." he whines, trembling worse than before, taking deep breaths, he follows your heartbeat. "you learn so quickly, its amazing." with his legs spread on your lap, being so close to you made him so happy, but your reassuring words and praise

mayoi grabs your hand, bringing it close to his heart. "and you spoil me so much, and i want you to rely on me too, handsome boy" you feel his heart skip a beat, rate rising in bliss. your pace speeds up slowly, fingertips reaching deep enough to push and prod at his g-spot. he gasps, shutting his eyes and squeezing your hand tighter. "fufu.. i love– oh.. ah, i love you!" he weeps, closing his legs yet still leaving them open enough for you to keep going.

he keeps pushing against your hand, desperate for his release. "mayoi~ you're greater than a lot of people i know, my favorite." you mumble into his ear, mayoi actually sobs, cumming around your fingers. you sit there in shock, worried you did anything. "im sorry.." he sniffles, kissing your cheek. you grin, removing your fingers from inside of him and hugging him tight.

for the rest of the night, the clothes he had prepared to wear were left somewhere on the floor. instead of forcing himself to go outside, you both slept peacfully.

ugmughhh this feels so wird i didnt finish it how i wanted i just didnt know how to explain it lol... welp, here you go anon, sorry if this wasnt how you wated it to be!

[oceansssblue]

Pairing: Platonic Therapist Echo and Omega.

Theme: Hurt/Comfort

I don't have an exact sentence, but this happens after Season 3 Episode 8. Omega expresses that she endured worse on Kamino than on Tantiss. Much worse.

During a subsequent talk between Omega and Echo, Omega alludes to how dark, and horrific, her past on Kamino is.

I understand if you're unsure about doing this, but I would absolutely love it if you did.

Non romantic oneshots aren't really my thing, but this request did lit up interesting ideas in my head, so why not?

One angsty heartfelt conversation with these two sweethearts coming right up, & some comfort too!

Hope it is what you imagined!

Xx,

Sky.

"QUIET NIGHTS"

TBB REQUESTS –NON ROMANTIC ECHO&OMEGA 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: REFERENCES TO DARKNESS, LONELINESS, KAMINO&TANTISS&ECHO'S TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE. TECH LIVES BECAUSE I SAY SO.

It was one of those quiet nights. Crosshair was out on a date. Tech had dissapeared with Phee hours ago; Hunter had quickly retired to his bunk after experiencing a strong migraine, and Wrecker was sound asleep too. However, Omega couldn't find her own sleep; and quickly taking a glance at his brother's room, he saw that Echo couldn't either.

Her naked toes quietly advanced in the direction of the cockpit. There he was; Echo sitting in the copilot's seat and staring distractedly through the window, out to the stars on Pabu's peacefull night. By the expression on his face, Omega knew his mind felt anything but that; Echo's frown transforming his features into something painfull. She wondered if he was having nightmares too.

"Bad memories?" She quietly asked, jumping onto the pilot seat besides him.

Echo sighed, still staring at the stars.

"Yeah" was his only quiet answer, and Omega gave him time.

She thought on her own nightmares for several minutes; trying to reorganize her thoughts.

"Are you having trouble sleeping after Tantiss?" Echo then asks, finally turning in his chair to pay her undivided attention.

Omega shrugs.

"Kinda".

Echo's features fill with sympathy.

"Must have been horrible, being trapped in there" Echo shudders, remembering his own experiences with closed spaces.

To his surprise, Omega shrugs again.

"Not really" she answers, strangely unbothered. "I mean, it's not like I wanted to be there... But I've had it much worse".

Echo stares at her, and Omega feels like she needs to explain herself. Her feet come up to rest on the edge of the seat, chin resting on top of her knees. She's unconsciously making herself small.

"Kamino. That was worse than everything".

Silence fills the room.

Echo frowns. He had had his own fair of bad experiences with the long-necks and the way he and his brothers were treated; but that being worse than being on Imperial control?

"How so?" He carefully asks.

Omega's answer breaks his heart.

"Loneliness. My days in Kamino were dark and challenging; same in Tantiss. But at least while staying in Tantiss I knew I had you, even if you weren't there. In Kamino, before I met you all..." she pauses and flinches with the memories of her past. "I didn't have that. Didn't have the knowledge that you'd be waiting for me, looking for me. That I had someone on my side. That someone cared. That I wasn't alone. In Tantiss I remembered all the happy memories I had with you all. It gave me hope. In Kamino... It was terryfying being so alone".

Omega hadn't meant to say as much; but once she had started talking, the words had flied out of her mouth. Echo's patient and listens carefully; eyes filling with understanding and left hand slowly extending towards her. When it lands on her shoulder and squeezes gently, Omega relaxes and sighs. Her big eyes turn back towards him.

"Did you..." she hesitates. "Did you feel alone when you were with the Techno Union, Echo? Or you... didn't feel anything at all?"

Echo's experience has always been a banned theme of conversation in the Marauder; but Omega asks with no malice, almost begging for someone to understand her, and Echo feels like she's revealed so much of her own feelings and thoughts he kinda owes it to her. He loves her sister so much... If sharing trauma will make her feel better and help her process her memories best, he'd tell her anything she asked for.

"I did, yeah" the tremble that breaks througj his body at remembering is inevitable. "I wasn't conscious all the time, but in the middle of the dizzyness and confussion, i remember being scared and terrified. I didn't understand what was happening most of the time. Sometimes I did. I just wanted to go back to my brothers, out of that... Thing, to be freed. To be me. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings in the world, yes."

It somehow soothes some internal part of him, speaking it out loud. Maybe this conversation will serve them both good.

Omega reaches out and mimicks his previous gesture; squeezing his shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Echo. I'm so happy I have all of you now..." her voice is soft and reverent.

Sadness dissappears from Echo's eyes. He looks at her; at how her features have morphed from a kid's to a teenager and then continued changing to a young woman. They're lucky to have her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that too, Meg" he answers, quietly, gently.

He gives her a small smile, and stands up offering his hand to her.

"How about we both try to nap together, troublemaker?"

Omega smiles. It feels him with warmth.

"Alright" she agrees, slipping her hand onto his and walking with him in the direction of the bunk room. "A pair of hours is better than none. Cross won't be happy we invade his bed for the night, though".

Echo snorts.

"The motherfucker still complains about his perfectly comfortable bed when he's well aware I still sleep in a hammock" he mutters, then grins at her. "He'll be alright".

THE END.

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Pretty short but I didn't feel the need to expand it longer. Feelings everyonee. Hope you liked it!

Xx,

Sky.

PS. cryptic pregnancy w Hunter coming up next!

Back to my main masterlist here:

[mitnnvy]

Yo um, do you still do the vision stuff? :<

If you still did, can you do your FC's visions/views only my ranfren fcs (like Mary, Mel, The Wandering Horse and Goat Guy NN)? :3 💜

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ๑ ໋  Mel ／ ⋆ ۪

—· Saiky's Vision;; In Saiky's view, Mel is a very cute and pretty girl, she likes the length of her hair, she would probably style it for hours

—· Jacob's Vision;; he doesn't feel anything, but he probably doesn't like her anymore because she's Randal's pet ;((

—· Yoku's Vision;; he really likes her, that's a good thing! he will really steal Mel's glasses at any time

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀₊ ˚ Mary ꒰꒰(♡)꒱꒱

—· Saiky's Vision;; SHE REALLY LOVES !!! YOUR WIFEY!!! She thinks Mary is so beautiful that she would die for her, Saiky thinks it's really cool that Mary can fly too!! She likes Mary's style and since she's the most beautiful girl she's ever seen in her life, she would probably make her pancakes every day !! <33

—· Jacob's Vision;; she seems cute, but Jacob doesn't like her. he has nothing against her but he really doesn't like her, he's probably fake

—· Yoku's Vision;; He loves her too!! She is cute and pretty for him! ;;33

˖⁠♡ Wandering Horse.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

—· Saiky's Vision;; She's probably scared of him, it's strange for her to see a horse like this ?, But it's okay for her

—· Jacob's Vision;; he thought it was very strange, but he placed a horse cage on top of him to ride

—· Yoku's Vision;; he's afraid of horses💔

✧⁠*° Goat Guy !¡

—· Saiky's Vision;; For her he is very cute, just like a plush, she must leave drawings in the forest for him !!

—· Jacob's Vision;; Jacob really wants to hunt him, he will probably devour

—· Yoku's Vision;; He likes him a lot! he hates Jacob's plans for trying to do evil to him

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

October 5th

Whereupon the captain tell him that he had better be quick—with blood—for that his ship will leave the place—of blood—before the turn of the tide—with blood. Then the thin man smile and say that of course he must go when he think fit; but he will be surprise if he go quite so soon. The captain swear again, polyglot, and the thin man make him bow, and thank him, and say that he will so far intrude on his kindness as to come aboard before the sailing. Final the captain, more red than ever, and in more tongues tell him that he doesn't want no Frenchmen—with bloom upon them and also with blood—in his ship—with blood on her also.

I love that these details made it to Van Helsing’s report. No Frenchmen allowed ❌

He was in no friendly mood, when just at full tide, the thin man came up the gang-plank again and asked to see where his box had been stowed. Then the captain replied that he wished that he and his box—old and with much bloom and blood—were in hell.

FSBSKSLLS

I feel a wonderful peace and rest to-night. It is as if some haunting presence were removed from me. Perhaps ...

My surmise was not finished, could not be; for I caught sight in the mirror of the red mark upon my forehead; and I knew that I was still unclean.

Mina no 😭

I know it by instinct rather than reason: we shall all have to speak frankly; and yet I fear that in some mysterious way poor Mrs. Harker's tongue is tied. I know that she forms conclusions of her own, and from all that has been I can guess how brilliant and how true they must be; but she will not, or cannot, give them utterance. I have mentioned this to Van Helsing, and he and I are to talk it over when we are alone. I suppose it is some of that horrid poison which has got into her veins beginning to work.

OH

Now my fear is this. If it be that she can, by our hypnotic trance, tell what the Count see and hear, is it not more true that he who have hypnotise her first, and who have drink of her very blood and make her drink of his, should, if he will, compel her mind to disclose to him that which she know?" I nodded acquiescence; he went on:—

"Then, what we must do is to prevent this; we must keep her ignorant of our intent, and so she cannot tell what she know not."

OH FUCK NO NOT AGAIN

Van Helsing has gone away to prepare for the meeting, and his painful part of it. I really believe his purpose is to be able to pray alone.

I wonder how many of his “preparations” are just him praying alone

I propose that we add Winchesters to our armament. I have a kind of belief in a Winchester when there is any trouble of that sort around.

Spoken like a true Texan! 🤠

How strange it all is. I sat watching Mina's happy sleep, and came as near to being happy myself as I suppose I shall ever be.

🥺❤️

"Promise me that you will not tell me anything of the plans formed for the campaign against the Count. Not by word, or inference, or implication; not at any time whilst this remains to me!" and she solemnly pointed to the scar. I saw that she was in earnest, and said solemnly:—

"I promise!" and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.

😔💔

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[vallxlkzal]

🥀💔Part two💔🥀

The Detective kept his eyes on Wally, trying to swallow his breakfast, which didn't taste good at all, because...

Although bandaged and slightly bruised from yesterday's harassment, Wally was finally smiling and happily eating what he was given. He was very hungry and swept all the food off his plate with such appetite that the Detective involuntarily remembered that evening in the restaurant. All movements, facial expressions, voice — absolutely everything matched. And at the same time, there was a strange feeling of difference, if only because the striped one was not running away. He simply had nowhere to go.

— So, Detective, about those Waldos... They know where we are, what we're doing and what we're talking about... And they teleport wherever they want and kill whomever they want. I have not yet solved such serious problems, but do you want to think about it?

The Detective must have already reasoned, because Wally is right — in this world, you're only safe in your own thoughts. If there is any information beyond your head, Waldo knows about it automatically. But is it appropriate to trust Wally? Maybe he, too, is just another doppelganger trying to learn more?

— Encryption. Those letters you showed me... I know better ciphers because I've been to different countries, different universes, and learned from different people, different creatures.

The Detective looked up with interest. Wally seemed pleased with his idea, but at the same time there was something that was very visibly unsettling him. Both understood that it was impossible to say anything, but everything went perfectly without words.

— I'm sure he won't be able to decipher what I know.

Actually, Wally was thinking about his friends and about Wenda. He was afraid that if he said it out loud, it would be a sign to Waldo that even Wally had something to lose. He didn't specifically say that Wenda was his girlfriend, because it was already clear. Maybe she'd be safe now if Odlaw was around, and he always was, so Wally forced a crooked smile as hard as he could to keep from showing panic and fear. Waldo has no way of knowing that Wally can stop helping the Detective if Waldini himself is in trouble.

And Waldini wanted to help, because the case that he decided to take on struck him too hard. It is about the safety of several families — this single father on one side and Wenda, Woof, Odlav — on Wally's side. As well as other potential victims of the striped maniac from this pixel universe.

The Detective gripped his fork tightly as he studied Wally. Damn it... He looked like Waldo with that cheeky grin and it was incredibly confusing, but he gave an interesting idea. This should work.

— If we only communicate in those ciphers or the long-forgotten languages ​​I've learned while traveling the worlds, we can literally throw him off track.

— Aren't you afraid he'll just cut off your tongue or hands because of it? — the Detective also smiled wryly, but he really didn't want that to happen to Wally.

— Aren't you afraid to throw ideas at him? — Wally could not stand it and stopped smiling, continuing to eat in silence. He gently touched his crimson bruised neck and exhaled heavily. For some reason, the Detective felt sorry for this creature.

— I'm sorry, Wally.

— You know, I was never afraid of pain, because I just didn't know what it was. I asked Odlaw, who is constantly suffering, but he only smiled and remained silent, saying "it's better for you not to know." Okay, just give me a pen and paper. What are we left with if I have to reproduce it even if he can see?

The Detective nodded and complied with the request, watching the slender fingers produce strange symbols, letters, or numbers. Absolutely nothing was unclear.

— I'll explain what that means, don't worry, — Wally said as if reading minds. — Yes. Yes. And yes... Please bend down so I can try to whisper in your ear as quietly as possible.

All red, the Detective did that too.

"My Wenda, Odlaw and Woof are in danger as well as your family. I'm scared", — that's what the inscription in a strange cipher meant.

Wally started to smile again to hide his fear and excitement. It was as if nothing made him panic, as if everything was under control again and he was in his book or cartoon, where everything is always fine.

The child, who sat next to them all the time and happily swung his legs under the table, not looking at the whole scary and tense situation around him, also kept his eyes on Wally. But Junior's look was softer and more trusting.

Junior liked Wally because he was like Waldo — the friend who had asked not to reveal his existence to his dad... until today.

— Wally used to give me the same thing! — the child pointed to the letter with encryption and quickly brought his direct evidence, which he had been hiding on the instructions of the cheerful uncle in the striped sweater, and the Detective was as if cold water was poured over him.

Wally continued to smile the same smile as Waldo, the encryption, the lies...

For the poor Detective, the puzzle is wrong again — he is being deceived right now. The Detective just didn't understand that Waldo had already seen this scenario and was just laughing somewhere far away at both of them, because he knows that now Waldini will become a murderer again in the eyes of the Detective.

Waldo's goal was to undermine the confidence of his Detective, who positions himself as "the law". He must kill Wally — the most kind and good, striped creature in all the universes — with his own hands. The fool already killed Wenda with his trip to the restaurant. Waldo knew that the single father was still incredibly punishing himself for this act.

Now it's Wally's turn.

— You... You... — the man's voice again began to take on notes of aggression and anger, and poor Waldini thoughtfully put his hand to his chin, looking even more like Waldo and not understanding it.

Okay, this time Wally was wrong and Waldo knows tricks like that. Perhaps he knows only this cipher, there are actually many options, just an ordinary human brain will not be able to perceive so much information. Another code was needed and Wally even knew what it was, but the person next to him was looking at him with hatred again, but didn't strike only because Junior was there.

— Oops, I forgot I'm not the only nerd here, — said the striped one naively, which pissed off the Detective even more.

— Alright, jerk, what do you want from me this time? Why did you come to us and... And... What the hell do you hang around my child whenever you want, I didn't give permission!

— I'm not Waldo. Okay, he knows I'm scared. This is bad. Very bad.

Ignoring the psychotic Detective, Wally began pacing the kitchen, nervously going through the options. Nothing came to mind.

His friends, even his beloved dog Woof, are now either dead or alive. And it is impossible to know. The hand itself reached for the walking stick, but the walking stick no longer opened portals and could do nothing.

— I'm going to shoot you now! — the Detective began to seethe, but he tried to keep himself in his arms next to Junior. How dare Waldo's doppelgänger behave so brazenly and walk around his room so freely? And at the same time, why isn't he trying to kill someone in this house?

— I will write you another cipher. Waldo definitely won't know him, I guarantee you...

— I've had enough of your ciphers.

— Oh, I need Odlaw's advice. He's the only one who would be able to suggest something in this messy situation, because my good ways aren't working for me anymore, — Wally said sadly, ignoring the Detective again, and sat comically with his round ass on the chair by the table, clutching his walking stick in an effort to calm himself down. — Dude, please stop acting like a child and understand that we are dealing with... With... A very serious thing that jumps in space and time itself. Do you think he would not be able to foresee that I would so naively hope to deceive him, if he personally is constantly fooling you and everyone around him in this world?

The Detective wanted to take Wally and squeeze him by the throat, but then tried to believe it and calmed down, remembering another scumbag who was sitting in prison right now and smiling wide.

— Well, I have one Odlaw here. Do you want me to take you there? But I won't be responsible for your psyche after this visit, Wally.

— Does it make sense to take me to Odlaw, who is probably helping your Waldo? I am not sure about this, but at the same time I am not sure about everything.

— Fair enough, but I have no other ideas. I just wonder what this scum will say when he hears your words. Do you understand that only Junior is saving you from a bullet right now?

Wally let out a heavy breath and realized that no one other than the Detective knew enough to help him anyway, so he just looked down at the boy who had been standing for a long time and was happily hugging Waldini as much as his small stature would allow. For the child, it was just a funny uncle, if not a second father. Or like mom.

Wally smiled bitterly. He loved everything about Wenda, even in other dimensions, so he took Junior into his lap and hugged him, ignoring the Detective completely.

The Detective was also thinking about Wenda. And about how she looked like Waldo. And how she looked like Wally. And about the fact that for a second it seemed that she had returned again and was sitting next to the table with the child on her lap. It was reassuring.

Wally looked so much like her. So similar... And at the same time it seemed like a trap. A sweet, intoxicating trap.

— Eh. OK. I agree to go to Odlaw from your universe. I wonder how much he's changed, — Wally finally said, and the Detective nodded his head.

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Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - July 1

Seward speaks!

“His spiders are now becoming as great a nuisance as his flies, and to-day I told him that he must get rid of them. He looked very sad at this, so I said that he must clear out some of them, at all events.”

First of all, this is what happens when you decide to run thought experiments on your patients to take away from the fact that you got rejected. Harsh? Yes, but am I wrong??

Also, I love that Renfield looks so sad that Jack lowers the “all” to “some”. He has no logical reason to do this, except that he feels bad. I know Seward does a lot of bad doctor things (and we WILL get there), but it is nice to notice those traces of him being sympathetic when he doesn’t have to be. Also, it’s funny to imagine how the conversation went:

Seward: you have too many flies and spiders in here. You need to get rid of all of them.

Renfield: …all of them?

Seward: yes! All of them.

Renfield: oh…ok…I see…😔😔💔🥺🥺🥺🥺

Seward: …

Seward: ok, FINE. You can keep SOME of them.

Renfield: really??

Seward: But I expect a reduction of these things in the next three days!

Renfield: you got it! :D

Renfield literally pulled “puppy dog eyes” and it worked! Good for him.

“He disgusted me much while with him, for when a horrid blow-fly, bloated with some carrion food, buzzed into the room, he caught it, held it exultantly for a few moments between his finger and thumb, and, before I knew what he was going to do, put it in his mouth and ate it. I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome; that it was life, strong life, and gave life to him.”

Hey, buddy, if you don’t want to be grossed out by the guy LITERALLY CATCHING BUGS FOR FUN, maybe don’t study him under a microscope?

Also, again, Renfield doesn’t argue with Seward in an unrestrained or violent manner: he quietly pushes back that the fly “[gives] him life”. Now as far as depiction of mental illnesses go, I would say Renfield is far from being the best — of course — but I will say it’s interesting that Stoker deliberately breaks the stereotype of him being unhinged or violently angry when his ideals are challenged. Did this man just eat a fly? Yep. Did he also then calmly assert it’s good protein for him? Also, yes. While we know something deeper is going on with Renfield, as far as most readers knew at this point in the story, he was just another man in an asylum. I do know there was somewhat of a shift in how mentally ill characters were being portrayed — still not great overall, but now showing them as more calm and rational than previous characters: Jekyll from the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as well as the Woman from The Yellow Wallpaper come to mind as examples of this. Like I said, not great depictions — just different and more complex shifts in how mental illnesses were shown in literature.

“This gave me an idea, or the rudiment of one. I must watch how he gets rid of his spiders.”

Yep!! Be warned, Seward. I don’t think he gets rid of these spiders in a normal way. Although it’s funny he’s like “I just watched him eat a fly. Disgusting. I must observe him further to see if he does it again with the spiders.” 😂😂😂

“He has evidently some deep problem in his mind, for he keeps a little note-book in which he is always jotting down something. Whole pages of it are filled with masses of figures, generally single numbers added up in batches, and then the totals added in batches again, as though he were ‘focussing’ some account, as the auditors put it.”

Hey, we all have our hobbies, you don’t have to call it a problem of the mind: rude 🙄. You’d think he’d call the fly thing more of a “mind problem” but I guess that’s fine? Also, hmm, adding up single numbers as if he’s making an account? And he wrote it down right after you saw him eat a fly? That doesn’t seem weird to you, Seward? Or perhaps he does intuit the meaning and doesn’t want to think about it/put it down before he knows for sure yet. If that latter, he’s just like Jonathan in that regard! I’m not surprised Lucy recommended him for Mina LOL. I’ll keep looking out for more similarities!

That’s all for this entry, let’s see what Renfield does next!