#maybe I'm a tad envious

[1ns3ct3y3]

Imagine having a loving relationship? couldn't be me because I'm not in a relationship 😎 (not hate I'm just being silly lol)

[jojissalsa]

Dangerous Game (part one)

you get a new job as a federal agent for the F.O.S, and now you're stuck dealing with the reckless D.S.O agent, Leon Kennedy.

Warnings: dom/older!Leon, sub!reader, slight age gap (reader is in late 20s, up to y'all), dirty thoughts, masturbation (f and m). this one is fairly tame. kinda.

WC: 2.8k

an: hey y'all!! i'm hoping to make this into a 3 parter, felt like my idea is a lil too big for just one fic, that's why this one is probably a tad more tame compared my previous stuff. as per usual, critique, reposts and requests are welcome! enjoy <3 (minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

Working for the Field Operations Support is fairly easy, you got a nice seat at the front desk as the receptionist, you’ve worked there for a good couple of years. Nothing crazy ever happened, and everyone respected you pretty well. Especially Hunnigan. Well, Ingrid to you, Hunnigan to your coworkers. You always respected her the most, always envious of her job. You initially applied for her job, but you could take being a receptionist. You could live vicariously through her, since she seemed to like you the most in and outside of work. Hunnigan was always so sweet, giving you a pleasant smile and a morning chat whenever she’d come in for work, bringing you lunch as you two got closer. That also opened the door to lots of girl talk, mainly about how stressful the job was sometimes. Hunnigan loved her job, truly, but it came with heavy challenges. A very heavy one would be Leon Kennedy, a D.S.O agent she’s worked with for a majority of her career.

You’ve heard some of the horror stories from her about the bioweapons, insidious cults and rich white guys that try to carry on Umbrella’s work but fail miserably every time. This time seemed a bit different though, more final for her. “Honestly, the guy is an idiot sometimes. Likable, but an idiot.” You snicker at how nice she’s being for how pissed she looks, angrily sipping her coffee from the breakroom. “I think you mean he’s a lovable dumbass, but I guess that works too.” You chuckle softly, stirring sugar into your own fresh cup of coffee. “Hey, I’m serious this time. I mean, come on, I’m getting older.” Hunnigan watches as you sit down across from her, a worried expression starting to take over your features. “You really think it’s time to call it quits?” “Maybe not quitting just yet, just maybe looking over a different agent. Spots are starting to open up y’know.” Your eyebrows shoot up at that, trying to hide your excitement as you look down to sip your coffee. “Well, maybe I can take your spot? I’m pretty confident, and I’ve done all the training.” She shares your new found excitement, reaching out to put her hand over yours. “I’ll pull some strings, okay? I think we both need a change of scenery.” Her sweet smile never fails to spread to you, you can trust her. She’s been your best friend, if you’re being honest, and you’re sure she shares the same sentiment.

It didn’t take long for those strings to be pulled, and soon you were standing in front of the President and a few other important men in nice suits, watching as you shake hands and smile awkwardly. Finally, you get a briefing on the infamous federal agent you would be helping. Leon Scott Kennedy. He’s got a good reputation with everyone in the room, saying that while he may have an “eccentric” personality, he’s a hard working man, compliments all coming from the President. You heard about it from Hunnigan and a few other agents that he saved his daughter from a deathly cult, and brought it all down in the same day. You could tell from his file that he clearly worked a lot, even if he didn’t get this job on his own violation. Sucks that he was forced into his life, but it’s good that he’s making it work. Seems like a good looking guy too, at least from the small picture of him clipped to the folder.

And now you’re waiting for that good looking guy to walk into your new office, setting down a few knick-knacks you had on your previous desk. You turn your head to the sound of someone walking in, your eyes widening as they set on the man who seemed to be searching for someone. Good looking was an understatement of the century. The way his blazer fits just right on his biceps, his light brown hair and piercing gaze that just speaks "brooding loner", if you weren't at work you'd have fallen to your knees the second he made eye contact with you. You try to reel in your awe as he walks up to you, dusting off your clothes to make you look put together. "So you're my new babysitter? Y/n, right? I'm Leon Kennedy." Just the sound of his voice is enough to give you goosebumps, but your name from his lips is like a drug that gets you hooked instantly. And just like that, something flips in your brain, you are so not gonna be professional, how can you? How can anyone handle themselves around this man? You shake his hand as he extends it for you, and the feel of his rough hand from hard work sends so many dirty thoughts through your mind, like how good it would feel with his fingers on your neck, or his palm pressed against your tit, or how thick his fingers would feel inside you- chill out, play it cool.

"It's great to finally meet you, Mr. Kennedy, everyone has told me a lot about you.." You make sure to say it in a sultry tone to make it obvious how much you think he's attractive, and he sure as hell catches it. "Good things, I hope." He chuckles, giving you a sly smirk. Oh he knows. Fuck. "Oh don't worry, it's been all good things, promise. Though, I have heard that you made Hunnigan’s job a lot harder." You tease, looking him up and down and matching his sly smirk. Two can play that game. "Sure, but I get the job done, no?" The way he says it is so damn sexy you're sure he's doing what you're doing. "I'm sure you get a lot of things done with that attitude, Mr. Kennedy." You act like you're being sarcastic as you cross your arms under your chest, but you know how he could make you cum with the brush of his arm. "Only one way to find out, right?" That one makes your eyebrows raise, your smile widening as you blush slightly. "Is that an invitation?" You drop your voice slightly, leaning against the wall. The curve of your body sends a shockwave of arousal through him, and his eyes narrow on your figure. "If that's what you think I meant then by all means." He's so damn smug and it just makes you wanna sit on his face to shut him up.

"Is there anything you wanna ask me? About myself, the job?" You try to sound professional and not desperate, but you feel like it's helpless when you're looking up at him and he's so obviously checking you out, his eyes taking note of every curve on your body. Like he’s studying it for later. "I think I have a pretty good idea from Hunnigan and the President, is there anything you wanna ask me?" His question makes your eyes light up, but you don't wanna immediately ask him on a date. Classy, that's who you are to your core. "I can ask you anything I want?" "Anything." You smile smugly, lowering your hand to take his, clearly inspecting his ring finger as you bring it closer to you. "Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger." You say it in an innocent yet flirty tone that he so obviously gets turned on from, considering how he chuckles lightly as he shakes his head before taking his hand away. "So observant. I guess that comes with the job, huh? No, I'm single." Always such a tease, I guess neither of you can help that though. "Really? I have a hard time believing that." You have a faux surprised look on your face, all in the name of trying to get him to blush. You're getting close, you can feel it. "Is it? I'm an old man, what can I say." That one gets you shifting your thighs, biting your lip as you think of just how much older. What kind of experience comes with that age? "Old man, hmm? You ever thought of being with someone younger?" You step a little closer, just barely invading his personal space. "Haven't met anybody that can keep up." He says it so nonchalant, but fuck if it doesn't light a fire that spreads throughout your body. God, it's so hard not to say you could totally keep up, doesn't matter how long he'd want it. "Keep up, hmm? What, does this job give you a lot of stamina or something?" Your question makes him smile at you confidently, and it gets you oh so excited. "Well, I meant that most women don't like that I'm constantly busy, but if you wanna be dirty minded about it, be my guest." He totally stumps you, and it just makes you giggle and rest your hand on his arm, letting out a lil “my bad” before letting it slip away. You're slick, cause you honestly just touched his arm to feel how firm it was, and oh my god. Like diamonds, kind of hard. You can't imagine how fucking good it’d feel wrapped around your neck- there you go again. Snap out of it.

“You're pretty funny, you know that? I’m gonna have fun talking to you. For work, of course.” He let out a soft laugh at your flattery, loving how you tried to soften the thirstiness of your words with a joke. It's cute, you're really trying to say he's not hot. “Trust me, Hunnigan got very tired of my jokes.” You scoff, cause honestly, who could get tired of this guy? “Sorry, but she doesn't know what she's talking about, clearly you're an A class comedian.” You make it sound a little sarcastic, but he doesn't seem offended in the slightest. He loves a challenge. “Yeah? Aren't you a sweetheart? You love to flatter.” Your eyes widen a bit, resisting the urge to squeal and fan your hot face like a rabid fangirl, simply looking away to try and take a moment away from his hungry gaze. “I mean, it's hard not to, Mr. Kennedy..” You sheepishly give him that win, you’ll take it since he called you sweetheart, and in that teasing, cocky fucking tone of all things. If Cupid was real, you’d probably have a million arrows in your back right now. He parts his lips to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing, taking it out of his pocket to see the President calling. “Shit, I gotta take this.” He sighs, clearly wanting to keep talking to you instead. “It’s just Leon by the way, no need for formalities.” You get a smug smile again before he starts to walk back to the door of your office, walking with him to let him leave so you could wave him goodbye. “I’ll see you around, okay?” You nod, your smirk not leaving as he waits for you to say goodbye. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Kennedy~” You and your teasing, it's gonna throw him into cardiac arrest. He shares your smugness before begrudgingly answering his phone, looking back to see you waving bye at him with your dainty little hand. Like you knew he didn't wanna end the conversation.

He couldn't stop thinking about you all damn day after your little exchange, could barely focus on his briefing or look anyone in the eye. Even when he got home, knowing he had to wake up supremely early for work, he couldn't get you off his mind. You weren’t like every corporate drone the D.S.O hires, nothing like Hunnigan either. Bless the woman, but he would finally have someone to laugh at his shitty dad jokes. No wonder you got the job. You were drop dead gorgeous to him, not daring to come close to any Victoria Secret model. The way you giggle when you're nervous, how you sneak touches or how forward you are. God, it took every fiber in his body to not grab you and fuck you in a storage closet. Or against the wall? He just towers over you, he could fold you like a lawn chair and you’d take every inch. Fuck, how did his cock get in his hand? Who cares, honestly. He’s too busy spitting in his hand, too worked up to get anything better to help him jerk off. He groans, thinking of how good your soft, delicate fingers you used to wave at him would feel wrapped around his dick, whispering in his ear in that sexy voice you have. He feels chills down his spine when he remembers the way you teased him, how you didn't even say his name. Cause you didn't wanna give it to him yet, that satisfaction. Jesus, you're gonna kill him before any bioweapon does if you keep that shit up. His hand gets faster as his thoughts keep speeding forward, thinking about how good you’d sound saying his name. Not Mr. Kennedy, Leon. He has to hear it, has to hear you scream it when you cum on his cock. He needs to know how pretty you’d look when you cum, clinging to his arms, maybe even digging your nails into his back as your legs lock around his waist. So fucking hot as you beg to have him fill you up. He cums in his hand, spilling out of his palm and down his happy trail. He lets out a heavy sigh, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. He's not even close to feeling satisfied, even as he gets up to go shower again. He needs you, and he knows you feel the same. Hard part is gonna be getting you, without all the stress of what your coworkers would say.

You honestly don't stray too far from how he felt that night either. The second you closed the door to your office, you sat down and processed everything. It was a lot, seeing a man that fucking fine and not being able to drop to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. You were close to sprinting to a bathroom and taking care of the issue, maybe even slipping a hand between your legs and just testing the waters. Literally. He made you so wet, and you could feel it your entire shift, even as you walked to your car. You could only imagine how wet you’d get if he actually did anything. If he talked dirty? Him telling you to cum would make you do it on the spot, no question. Fuck, if he touched you? You’d be screaming like a damn pornstar, waking up the whole building when he slides his cock inside you. It's all you can think about when you get home, not caring to take a shower when you do. You just plop down on your bed and practically tear your clothes off, desperate for relief. Maybe that’ll save your career, fucking yourself thinking about him. So you do, pulling your nightstand drawer open the second you’re naked, taking out ol’ reliable. You can't count on your hands how many times this vibrator was there for you, it was way more reliable than your parents or therapist. Or you could be addicted to cumming, that too. But who wouldn't be? It's not your concern, especially if it's because of Leon. You wanna hear him say the most degrading, defiling, depraved shit in the world but still praise you for it, praise you for putting out so easily cause you're such a good girl. If fucking him with no hesitation makes you a slut, then you wear that badge proudly. That title feels even better when you start moaning his name, your toy hitting that sweet spot which makes you move your hand faster, needing to cum so damn bad. It feels so dirty in the best way possible, thinking of how firm his thighs would feel under your hands as you grip them tighter every time he shoves his cock further down your throat. You can’t imagine how fucking hot it’d be to hear him order you to grind your wet cunt on his boot, holding your hair so hard that you can’t help but push your nose against his pelvis, making your clit nudge against his boot again. Hearing that cocky son of a bitch tell you to cum would be like the devil coaxing you to join him down in hell, too sinful to imagine without having the real thing. It doesn't stop you from cumming on your toy, whining as your legs shake, turning it off as you heave out breaths. You’re fine if you think about him every night, it's good material for your shower thoughts. You’re more excited for his upcoming mission, making you all giddy as you get ready for bed. You're gonna be insufferable. Lucky Leon~

[cherri-balms]

popular girl reader x sal? maybe they’re seeing each other secretly and she’s kinda mean lol

OMG!! Thank you so much for sending in your request for me! This is my first request so I'm a little nervous, but I'm excited too! I'm kind of going for a very free-form style for the time being while I get used to getting back into the swing of things! ♥♥♥♥♥♥

I couldn't tell you why but I found this particular request very intriguing, I ended up taking a lot of creative liberty as I went going! I really hope you enjoy it!!! >v&lt;

RAITING: G || EWC: 2K || READER GENDER: F ||

♥𝓢𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵♥

♥Getting Together♥

♥〉〉 This kind of reserved, mean exterior is nothing new to Sal, at least after having to deal with Travis picking on him for most of his high school life. So needless to say he's gotten a bit of practice in this department! ♥〉〉 The difference between you and Travis that Sal hadn't dealt with yet (and made it just a tad rougher to get to know you), was that Travis was very clearly a confused kid without a healthy way to deal with his problems at home. You, on the other hand, were a bit more complicated to read.

♥〉〉 It seemed like you had everything a teenager would want. Every guy seemed to want to be with you, and every girl wanted to be you. You had lots of friends, good grades, a beautiful figure, and the most envious trait:

♥〉〉 A beautiful face.

♥〉〉 He couldn't understand why someone like you felt the need to be so stand-offish toward everyone. Maybe you really were just as stuck up and entitled as some of his friends Larry say you are?

♥〉〉 All this together should've made him stop, to pull his hand away from the fire before he got burned... but the temptation of the potential warm comfort outweighed that logic.

♥〉〉 He really became a moth in your light. Sal wanted to get to know you with each interaction, but not the intimidating [y/n] everyone had put up on a pedestal. Rather, he found you to be a rather tricky puzzle he couldn't put down until he solved it once and for all.

♥〉〉 Sal wasn't surprised his hardest challenge was just being able to get your attention. This was the other big difference between you and Travis: Where Travis went out of his way to get a rise out of Sal, you either blew off any attempt he made or one of your friends was quick to take your attention back.

♥〉〉 All while giving him that "Who do you think you are talking to someone like her" look he was all too familiar with throughout his life. It was also something that made him envious of your good looks even more...

♥〉〉 After an intervention from his friend group he was all but ready to give up until he finally got his moment alone with you.

♥〉〉 It was late in the afternoon when all the clubs were letting out and the sports teams were finishing up with practice. Typically, Sal wasn't the kind of guy to stay after school preferring instead to continue his ghost investigation in Addison Appartments.

♥〉〉 But, art was his weakest subject. With Larry and Ash busy getting tutoring from Todd for their own academic struggles he had to take it upon himself into putting in more elbow grease to bring his grades up with the teacher. As the sun began to set earlier during daylight savings, the nearby coast's storm clouds had moved in over Nockfell, making their presence known with the loud warnings of thunder before the inevitable wind and rain.

♥〉〉 Before Sal could worry about getting home, his cell vibrated with a text from Larry letting him know he and Lisa were on their way in place of his dad.

♥〉〉 When he headed up to the front entrance to wait for Lisa and Larry, he didn't expect to see you sitting up against the wall alone, looking down at your phone.

♥〉〉 "[Y/N]? I didn't expect to see you here so late.." His start at conversation only got him a quick glance, your appearance illuminated in the spotlight your phone gave in the dim lighting of the school after hours. Alright so far, not so good it seemed...

♥〉〉 Waiting a few moments to see if you would respond, he tries again, "Are you waiting for your ride? I'm waiting on mine right now, can I sit with you?" Same as before, silence. This time though you had scooted over just enough to let him sit next to you. Hey! That's progress!

♥〉〉 "That was what I was waiting on. I only stayed this late because I was going to dinner with my friends after they finished tennis practice, but they cleared out early when the weather got bad and forgot me. Well..." you move a little closer to show Sal the texts you were just having between your friends, and what he read made his stomach churn.

♥〉〉 The messages revealed they hadn't forgotten to come get you at all, rather they left you there on purpose as a sick joke knowing you had no way home. Sal didn't even try to hide his frustration, not even able to read the rest of the texts.

♥〉〉 "Don't make such a big deal out of this Sally Face. They just wanted to inconvenience me a little, we do stuff like this all the time."

♥〉〉 Seeing this happen to you hit especially close to home, as his "friends" back in Jersey had teased and messed with him in similar ways. It wasn't until he met Larry, Todd, and Ashley that he got to see what it was like to have a proper support system.

♥〉〉 He could also see a little further into your attitude now, it was almost like treating others and being treated with cruelty was just an expectation...

♥〉〉 Sal knew he wasn't going to be able to change your entire outlook with one conversation, but the least he could do was show you that same compassion his friends first showed him as bright headlights soon flooded the room from outside.

♥〉〉 "I'm gonna ask Lisa if it's alright to drop you off home too, it's way too dangerous to walk home at night- let alone in a storm like this."

♥〉〉 "The hell you aren't." The sudden blunt rejection was most certainly not what he was expecting, but neither was the light tint of pink your cheeks held. "Like I'm gonna let you of all people put me in a debt, I'll get home just fine. But, here-"

♥〉〉 You took out a pen from your bag and started scribbling something down on his hand, something he couldn't quite read in the lack of proper light. "This is just so I can let you know I got home safe, alright? Don't be a weirdo about this later." You didn't waste a second after that to leave the building (and him dumbfounded)

♥〉〉 Stepping outside himself, Sal finally got a good look at what you had written down on his hand.

♥〉〉 It was a phone number! Your number! An odd, and honestly quite crude way of giving him your number but hey, he wasn't upset.

♥〉〉 Once he finally got home he shot you a text letting you know who he was and that he was safe, finding himself glued to the screen until he got a reply back.

♥〉〉 Eventually his nerves were put to ease when he got the reply, and for some unexplainable reason, it made his heart skip a beat when he read it:

♥〉〉 > Hey Sally, lyk I'm alive. Drenched, but alive. > Sorry for leaving so suddenly, thank you for keeping me company

♥〉〉 Maybe you really were just a normal girl after all ♡

♥Being Together♥

♥〉〉 Getting into a relationship wound up going quicker than expected after your first proper encounter!

♥〉〉 Sal was quick to realize that you were never intentionally trying to be mean to him, not even really as a front for your friends. Rather, none of your snide remarks had any weight to them at all; the definition of hot air.

♥〉〉 Because of this your relationship was never really intended to be a secret in the start, rather you were still getting used to genuine communication and tended to revert to your typical ways in public. While Sal understood, both of your social circles just thought it was business as usual.

♥〉〉 Even when you had started transitioning into more romantic forms of affection, Sal was already not one for PDA so even your social status aside he wasn't really ready to venture into heavy romantics immediately.

♥〉〉 Which was something you found oddly sweet about your growing bond with him, because as one would expect you had been on many, many dates before Sal. You both had a dynamic where you were able to show the other a foreign kind of relationship you weren't used to.

♥〉〉 The problem arises when you do secretly date on purpose...

♥〉〉 See, Sal is wildly known to be an awful liar, and even worse when it came to keeping secrets.

♥〉〉 Between him turning down hangouts with his group, checking his phone a lot more often, and just in general having a different air to him everyone could tell he was hiding something. Larry most of all had been suspecting Sal had a romantic partner behind his back before anyone else though.

♥〉〉 Furthermore, you had slowly begun drifting away from your old friend group. Not only that, but you'd been rejecting date offers a lot more frequently.

♥〉〉 It finally took one specific day of repeated bad luck for Larry to finally get frustrated enough to say something. with a combination of a failed math quiz, a minor argument with his mom earlier in the morning, and the god-awful bologna to eat Larry was especially not in the mood to put up with Sal's distance in the conversation.

♥〉〉 "Sal, with all due respect can you PLEASE just reveal your secret date or pay attention to the conversation."

♥〉〉 Proceed to the dead silent, blank stares from everyone at the table. Yeah everyone suspected it (and had a feeling Larry was going to bring it up first) but no one thought he was going to go nuclear with it.

♥〉〉 "Ugh- haha Larry- what are you talking about I'm not dating-"

♥〉〉 "Don't even try that Sally Face we all know a man in love when we see it."

♥〉〉 For once Sal was kind of glad he had a prosthetic face. It made it very easy to hide embarrassment in times like these. Either way, the cat was out of the bag and he figured he had to introduce you to his friends eventually, so maybe this was an open opportunity for them to get to know you!

♥〉〉 "Hmmm... How about instead of me telling you, I introduce you guys to her. Is that fair?" The promise of actually getting to meet Sal's girlfriend already piqued the group's interest by far, so they didn't fight him when he left to go retrieve you.

♥〉〉 When Sal came back with you, however...

♥〉〉 Jaws were on the floor, Ashley may have gotten milk up her nose preventing a spit take, and Larry...

♥〉〉 "Break up with her." "LARRY-"

♥〉〉 Unfortunately here is where your previous treatment of Sal is going to bite you in the ass. The gang had a difficult time accepting Travis already, as a friend, but you as Sal's girlfriend is going to take a lot of work convincing you aren't just taking advantage of his kindness.

♥〉〉 It's actually because of this Travis is the first one you were able to befriend within the group- and actually got pretty close with. While in different contexts, Travis believed your claim of being influenced by toxic people in your life and genuinely meant no ill will to Sal. Hell, even outside of Sal's group you two hung out quite frequently.

♥〉〉 No one by far is surprised, but the hardest member to sway over was Larry, but also obtaining his blessing was something important to both you and Sal.

♥〉〉 Time is the only thing that will get his approval. If you stick with Sal long enough to prove you're serious about dating him then he'll know you're genuinely making an effort. ♥

[dolcid]

Cute Little Ferret Boy ▪︎ Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry's Twin Sister! Slytherin!Reader

Summary: When Draco is turned into a Ferret, his S/O is there to help him out.

Warnings: established relationship, tad bit of violence if you count Moody turning Draco into a ferret violence lol, canon divergence, bullying maybe? nothing else??? Idk, lmk if I'm missing anything

A/N: was inspired by this post lol

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Sitting at a bench in the courtyard of Hogwarts, you were finishing up your charms homework. Draco was there too, sitting in a tree for merlin knows what. He always made sure he had an eye on you somehow. He'd never be too far away, as he wanted to be sure no one was messing with you. Since you were the twin of the famous Harry Potter, a lot of the students at hogwarts loved to tease you for it. Draco had been one of them too at a point in time, but once he realized you two had more in common than anyone he's ever met at the school, he fell in love. Apologizing for his actions, Draco was simply whipped by you. Now he was the one defending you from those teases, even from your brother and his friends. Harry may have been your twin, but that didn't mean you got along. Ever since you came to Hogwarts all the attention was on him, and he enjoyed it. Never once sparing you a glance. His ego was certainly fueled by the fact that he had friends, got good grades, was in Gryffindor, and wasn't affected by all the trauma you both shared. You were happy he wasn't affected by it like you were, but also envious of his ability to overcome it so easily. It wasn't that easy for you, which is why you were here now. In Slytherin, had no friends, struggled with all classes and was merely the "Girl Who Cried" most people didn't even bother to learn your name, only knowing you as Potter's twin sister. It was dreadful really. But Draco made up for the lack of normalcy you wanted. Needed. You'd pray that Harry would see you as a person someday too.

Shaking your head, you attempt to bring your thoughts back to the charms homework you were struggling with. But it was to no avail, you couldn't focus with so many students bristling about. And to make it worse, your brother and his friends just walked in. You visibly tense, not going unnoticed by Draco, who swiftly drops from the tree he was perched in and made his way over to you, not before motioning to his friends to watch your brother. He knew how you felt about Harry. How he never stood up for you like a sibling should. Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, Draco smiles down at you gently.

"How's the homework coming along?" He asks, voice soft and friendly, a voice only you heard. You smiled up at him, sighing and placing your quill down.

"Could be better," you grovel, blowing a stray hair out of your face. Draco smirks, teasingly.

"I told you, you could ask me for help darling," he says, swiftly sliding into the seat beside you. You groan.

"I know, I just wanted to try on my own first." Draco rubs your lower back encouragedly.

"I'm proud of you for trying,"

As Draco places a gentle kiss to your temple, rustling is heard coming your way. You both look up to see Harry, looking awfully mad.

"Can I help you Potter?" Draco asked, his hand finding yours. You tensed once more, hating the feeling of Harry's eyes on you.

"Yeah, you can stay away from my sister!"

Oh boy you thought. Harry always made sure to harass Draco when he was with you, always putting on a show for the other mindless students that watched. He didn't care truly, you could tell by his eyes. He only wanted to provoke Draco, hoping he would do something stupid and get detention, or worse. Expelled.

You breathe in sharply, staring down at your homework as Draco rolls eyes pale eyes.

"Oh now you care?" Draco sighs audibly.

"We've been over this Potter, you can't make me stop seeing your sister. You're lucky to even call yourself her brother," Draco argued, his hand squeezing yours gently. Harry visibly grew angrier, causing both you and Draco to stand off the bench. This wasn't good...

Draco protectively pulled you against him, sneering at Harry as he got closer.

"Stay back if you know what's good for you, Potter." Draco threatened. Harry merely chuckled.

"If I did what was good for me, my sister would be out of the picture. She's merely a bother, a nobody," Harry spoke, a smirk present on his face.

The next few moments seemed to have stilled, as if somebody had casted a time slowing charm. Draco pulled out his wand, Harry following suit. You panicked and attempted to stop Draco, but before you could, a spell flew at Draco, seemingly turning him into the small white blonde ferret now on the ground beside you.

Suddenly professor Moody emerged from a corridor, his wand aimed at your boyfriend.

"Stop!" You tried to reason, but your wails were thrown to deaf ears. Harry smiled mischievously as Moody started to toss the ferret around in the air, nearly shoving him down his friends pants before you intervened.

"I said Stop!" You shouted, grabbing the ferret and the attention of everyone around you. You panicked again however, quickly turning on your heels and running into the castle, the ferret still in your arms. You made it to the slytherin common room before you attempted to catch your breath, hoping you were far away enough that no one had followed you. Your attention was soon turned to the small ferret in your arms, or more so your boyfriend. You sighed gently and held him close, apologizing to him softly. The ferret squeaked and seemingly understood you, his nose nuzzling into your cheek. You smiled and brushed your hand threw his hair.

"Let's hope this spell wears off soon hm?" You spoke, giggling as the ferret tickled your neck.

Entering the common room, you immediately went to Draco's dorm, as it was where you two would spend most of your time together. Mostly to keep out of the public's eye. It was basically your room at this point too, you slept there, kept clothes there, did homework there, etc. It was bigger than your actual dorm too so that was a plus.

Sitting on your shared bed, you set the ferret down gently, watching as he looked at you curiously. You hesitantly pull out your wand, looking it over before turning to him.

"I don't know if I can help you, I don't want to hurt you," the ferret squeaked, running into your lap.

"Is that a no?" You laughed.

"Maybe we should just wait it out, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something bad happened to you." You spoke, shuddering at the thought. Staring at him fondly, you began to pet him again, finally being able to get a good look at him.

"I must say, you are awfully cute for a ferret," you tease, the ferret merely sighing in response. You giggle and continue to pet him, laying back onto the bed and lying him beside you, on your pillow.

"Why don't we just sleep it off? That'll certainly make it wear off sooner," the ferret seemed to agree, curling up on himself and nustling into your neck.

"I agree." You laugh, taking off your circular glasses and setting them on the dresser nearby.

"I love you Draco, have sweet little ferret dreams," you tease one last time, placing a soft kiss to his head.

When you awoke, it was dark out and the room was cold. You shivered, attempting to curl in on yourself but stopped when you felt a hand on your waist. Remembering the events from earlier, you rubbed the crust from your eyes and turned around, seeing a mop of blonde hair, and his familiar black and green robes. You breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful to see the spell had warn off. Even though Draco was still asleep, you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, relieved to have his safe, warm, comforting presence back. He woke and automatically hugged back, as if his body knew what to do. He then stilled, flexing his hands. He opened his eyes and inspected himself, sighing in relief as well. Before you could say anything however, Draco had his lips on yours, scrambling any sort of thought you had. He pulled back and rested his forehead to yours.

"That's for saving me. Thank you darling,"

He kissed you once more, his hand pulling you by the waist, closer to him.

"You saved me too, thank you Draco. I love you."

A/N: soooooo what do you think? Lol. I always have a hard time writing x readers for some reason, but I actually had fun this time. Lmao. Reblogs appreciated, and please, let me know your thoughts! <3

[calqlate]

NOVEMBER SONG

SUMMARY: Yamaguchi Tadashi always saw himself as a side character. However, there came a day whereby he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

PAIRING: yamaguchi tadashi x gn! reader

GENRE(S): pining (one sided)

WC: 1559

NOTE(S): inspired by baek yerin's november song + dw it has a happy ending

MASTERLIST

TAGLIST (italicised blogs are unable to be tagged): @deeomi

Yamaguchi Tadashi was that boy: the awkward, quiet boy who sat in the corner of the classroom right next to the windows. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, and he only talked more than he needed to with Tsukishima. He was always seen by girls as Tsukishima's friend, the one that can be used as a channel to get close to the tall blonde. (Yamaguchi had always felt bad for them, because Tsukishima never paid them much attention in the first place.)

Yamaguchi always saw himself as a side character. If he were to appear in a fairytale, he would be the page boy appearing on page fifteen, or perhaps even the faceless gardener drawn in the background. For him, just being there was okay, as long as he was not disrupting the flow of anything. It was okay if Tsukishima was the focal point and he was the 'but'. As long as he was not a forgotten face, he was okay with it.

However, there came a day he did not want to live like that anymore. He wanted to be seen, to be noticed, to be perhaps, loved — all because of a single person: you.

It was funny, was it not? To have lived like an extra of a major production but wanting to be noticed all of a sudden? To be the star, the protagonist, the hero? (Maybe he did not want to be the hero, per se; he just wanted to be seen as a someone for once.)

"What's wrong with you?" Tsukishima asked one day, his patented impassive, blank look still on his face, "You're happier and, I don't know... jittery, these few days."

"M-Me?" Yamaguchi stuttered, then rushed to fill in that dubious reply with a scoff, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes," the blonde sighed through his nose, "Yes, you do."

Yamaguchi did not say anything else. Arguing with his friend would not get him anywhere; Tsukishima was perpetually right all the time. Winning an argument against him would be doing the impossible. It would be akin to proving that Newton was lying when he proved that gravity exists.

So it was natural that Tsukishima was proven right once again when he caught Yamaguchi staring a tad bit too long than usual at a particular person. Tsukishima recognised them: it was [F/N] from the next-door Physics class.

"So, [F/N]?" Tsukishima said after class, a hint of mischief in his golden-brown eyes.

Yamaguchi immediately turned a few shades darker of red, wishing he could disappear into his hair or thin air, he did not mind which.

"You can't be just simply staring at them, you know," the taller male said with a little sigh, "They won't be able to notice you that way."

"I just don't want to embarrass myself," the freckled male said meekly, then added in a softer voice, "I'm just... me. There's nothing special about me."

"No, there is," Tsukishima said, "There are things about you that make you special."

There was a brief pause as Tsukishima frowned, before he elaborated, "Being caring, for instance, and being nice. Not everyone has a soft heart like you, Yamaguchi."

Yamaguchi's jaw fell slightly, and he stared at his friend with wide eyes. Tsukishima had never really complimented him before, so this was something new and big. Monumental, even.

He smiled, "Thanks, Tsukki."

Catching a person's attention, however, proved to be difficult. He did not know how Tsukishima managed to do it, but he was surely envious of whatever the blonde had that he himself was lacking in. However, he thought of a plan that he found always proved to be successful in almost every drama his mother watched.

"[F/N]?" he said one day as he approached you, your name rolling off his lips easily yet oddly, like it was meant to be.

You quirked an eyebrow up at him, beckoning him to continue.

"I-I was wondering if you'd like to study together," he said, stuttering unintentionally at the start, to which he mentally berated and kicked himself for, "Additional Mathematics, especially. I can't quite grasp linear law." That was a lie; he was rather good at Additional Mathematics, and his best topic was linear law.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "But aren't you good in Additional Mathematics?"

He winced internally. Drat, he was caught. Time to deploy Plan B.

"I was thinking it could be more of a revision session," he said before any doubts could cross your mind, "I can't prepare with Tsukki either; he has tuition classes."

"Oh, okay," you said, shrugging your shoulders slightly, "How does Saturday afternoon sound?"

"Sounds good," he said, smiling and hoping it did not look too creepy or off-putting in any way (because God forbid he scared you off after his very first interaction with you), "We'll do that."

The revision sessions did prove to help; Yamaguchi got closer to you. Perhaps it was even a little too fast-paced than he originally thought it would be, since he clearly did not plan too far ahead when he realised a harmless little crush turned into a full-blown and slightly dangerous love. Every little accidental touch sent both of your hands jerking away from each other, every slightly prolonged glance sent both of your cheeks burning whenever they were caught, and every smile set both of your hearts pounding furiously against both of your ribcages.

"You're in love with them," Tsukishima blurted out one day during lunch, which caused Yamaguchi to choke on his rice.

"W-What?" he said as he pounded on his chest, looking at Tsukishima with wide eyes, similar to that of a fish's.

"[F/N]," Tsukishima said casually, picking a cherry tomato from his lunchbox with his chopsticks.

Yamaguchi covered his face in his hands, "Is it really that obvious?"

"Anyone would know," Tsukishima said plainly, "It's that obvious."

A pause followed as Tsukishima chewed on the cherry tomato, then, "Aren't you going to confess?"

"M-Me? Confess?" Yamaguchi stuttered as he dropped his hands to his sides, "It's not that easy, you know!"

"What century are you living in, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima asked with a snort before closing his lunchbox, "It doesn't matter who asks the other person out. Anyway—" — The blonde paused and stared at his friend before continuing — "Don't you want to make a lasting impression on them?"

Yamaguchi bit his lower lip. He was never one to be macho or manly in any way. He was the shy and gentle guy; he would be a stammering mess with pink-tinted cheeks. However, Tsukishima had raised a valid point. It was time to "man up", like Tanaka-senpai had always said, and make the first move, like chess.

Tsukishima stood up, taking his lunchbox with him.

"Be confident," Tsukishima said, patting the dark green-haired male on the shoulder before walking off, "I know you can do it."

And so he did; he puffed his chest out and summoned every ounce of willpower he had to brave through the confession, to enunciate his words clearly without hesitation.

He expected rejection. Which person, in their right mind, would say yes?

Apparently, you were that person, which pleasantly surprised him.

He always wondered, what exactly did you see in him that made you agree? He hoped you were not just doing it out of pity, or worse, using him to get close to Tsukishima. (A lot of people liked Tsukki better than the plain old Yamaguchi anyway.)

However, you always reassured him gently, all while taking his hands, that you did it because you reciprocated his feelings. You were not lying to him in any way, neither did your actions have any underlying meaning. You were willing to be together with him, to be his other half, to be the one supporting him at one hundred percent.

Whenever he felt down, whenever he felt useless, whenever he felt like the world was against him for some unknown and odd reason, you were always there to give a hug, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, and that you were physical proof that you were there and would not be going anywhere. It was during times like these that Yamaguchi knew for sure that this love was meant to be his and it was uniquely his, that a bond like this would never come again in his entire lifetime.

Even if this love was broken, trampled on, and tested, it would never fade. Both of you would always come back together, like unlike poles, the right puzzle pieces filling in the gaps.

Maybe this love was not romantic according to society's standards, but that was okay. It was the bond and overwhelming feelings that words could not describe make this love special, one that cannot be recreated.

He hoped he could be the one for you, too: the shoulder you could cry on, the first person you would share good news with, the Mr. Right in your happily ever after. That future was close in reach, but he did not know that. For now, he was content with the way he lived with you, and that was perfectly fine.

As long as the two of you were connected, like two single lines diverged together into one, everything will be fine.

[fireflowersandblood]

Letters From Home - Preview

i promised a preview so. here it is. or maybe. a first chapter. maybe. i'm not promising anything.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x f!reader

WC: 800-ish words

TWs/Warnings: strong language, adult themes

Summary: Knitting for Victory has never been bigger and Tom gets a nice, cozy package from home.

“Hey, look at this, lads!”

Tom’s head snaps up. Immediately, his lips curl into a smirk. One of the men has jumped up on a box of supplies, holding a paper in his left hand. With his right, he’s trying to ward off the poor sod who has just lost his picture. Tom can’t see what it is with all the waving about, but he’s almost entirely sure it’s a lady, maybe even a lady with very little clothing. Little else gets the men this worked up.

���Bennett, for you.”

Before he can react, a paper wrapped package has been placed in his lap. It looks almost like a wrapped Christmas gift, with the string that ties it together, and is no bigger than the Encyclopedias that Lois collected when she was younger. 

“What’s this?” Tom glances down at the package and frowns at the handwriting. It’s nothing he recognizes and he can’t think of anyone who would want to send him something. Maybe his dad, but even that seems unlikely. 

“Red Cross”, his superior explains. “Knitted socks and the like. You’re not the only one.”

Tom gives an appreciative hum and glances back down on the box. The handwriting is neat, neater than anything he could manage, and spells out his full name. To his own surprise, he runs his fingers across the letters, before he takes care to open it.

The box is filled to the brim. He finds not one, but two, pairs of navy blue socks. A matching pullover and hat, as well as a small box of hard candies in all sorts of colors. It feels strange to hold something so normal in his hands, and it reminds him of when he was smaller. His mother used to have them, he remembers, in a small tin box by the radio. She’d always give him and Lois one each, and let them pick between the fruit shaped ones.

“You got socks”, someone next to him complains, and the sigh is nothing if not envious. It makes Tom feel just a tad superior, and he immediately kicks his boots off, tears the old socks from his feet, and pulls the new pair on with a self-satisfied grin. 

“I did”, he boasts. It’s all in good fun; now that the first few months have passed, there’s not as much fighting. Everyone has seen battle one too many times to spend any time asking for trouble, even Tom. “And they’re cozy.”

Everyone close enough to have heard laughs, and Tom takes the opportunity to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. He would hate to leave another tin of candies for the rats. 

Tucked away in a corner of the box, he finds a letter. Again, with a handwriting he doesn’t recognize. Not the same as on the wrapper around the box, but something a little smaller and cleaner. He tears the envelope and is met by a sweet, light scent. It takes a moment too long to realize it must be perfume. It reminds him of the one Lois wears, and the thought makes his nose scrunch up. To take his mind off the rather unpleasant thought, he unfolds the letter.

Dear soldier,

When I’m writing this, I have no idea who you are. I might never know who you are. You, however, will know a little something about me when you’ve read this letter.

I’m the person who has made you the socks and the sweater. I hope you’ll find them useful and warm. The rationing has made it difficult to get a hold of yarn and I decided to unwind an old sweater of my father’s. I know he would much rather it be used by you.

I know our Navy must need as much as our Army, but if you have no use for two pairs of socks, perhaps you can give the second pair to a friend. I know the endless walking that the Army does tears the garments rather quickly, but two pairs might have been too much. I couldn’t help myself, when they said that the packages will be delivered to people who rarely, if ever, receive mail. I wanted you to know that there are people who think of you back home. 

The candies are made in London and remind me of my childhood. I hope it brings back pleasant memories for you, as well. 

I don’t know if people actually spray their letters with perfume, but I read it in a book once, and I thought it might lift your spirits. Pass it along and let the boys sniff it like a pair of used knickers, for all I care. 

Write, if it would please you. I would love to hear if the clothes have come to use, and make sure that you’re safe. I will pray for your safe return and a quick end to the war. 

Most love.

Tom flips the letter to find a name and an address.

“Mate, you got paper and a pen?”

[mysafespaceforquestioning]

My Interesting Gender Situation

Hi, I'm an AFAB nonbinary person who's questioning if they're maybe trans or want to physically/aesthetically transition within being nonbinary. I'm only very recently out to myself and partner about that. Even now, I have doubts. See here's the thing.

I feel I truly enjoy being a women in certain regards. I am proud and feel euphoric to call myself a feminist, a girls' girl, to speak against the patriarchy, etc. It's actually a core part of who I am. Some of you trans men may be triggered by this (sorry in advance, it's not you as much) but I do hate and mistrust men. In my book, I find most men repulsive both aesthetically and sexually. And socially? NAH. Most of the time I can only befriend twinky guys, gay guys, trans men, etc. Men who are either in touch their femininity or used to be women so they understand. I'm not so close minded that I will directly bully a guy and refuse to get to know any of them- it's just that they are guilty until proven innocent and I'm very gaurded. And to any of you feminists of any gender, you understand why. I won't debate or explain.

More superficially, I enjoy elaborate makeup looks a few times a month, doing nails/nailcare, skincare, dresses, skirts (though I'm picky about practicality), having feminine curves, etc. I like to look cute/sexy/hot. I wear sparkles, jewelry, and like to explore with my expression in a very nonbinary and gay way- not dressing for the male gaze.

However- and this is a good part of why I identify as nonbinary currently- there are some things that I feel or think that don't align with cis womenhood, both psychologically and physiologically.

Physically, I have many traits that I think some trans men may be envious of. I am naturally hairy and even grow dark hair in places that are usually light on women- hairy pits, hairy arms, hairy legs, the whole private sector, nipples, happy trail, generally my belly, lower back, a sprinkle on my chest, upperlip, sparse but long and strong growth on my chin and sideburns, thicker inner thigh hair, knuckle hair, and toes hair. Despite being basically inactive and also overweight, I build and keep a lot of muscle and strength really well. I have beaten probably 8/10 arm wrestling matches I've been in, and I've been in many. I have a sturdy (but curvy) build with a large ribcage, chest, and fairly wide shoulders. My calves aren't sculpted, but they are SOLID and big and don't jiggle. I have some kind of hormone issue that is still a mystery, but it's caused my breasts to grow different sizes (one is an A, the other a C) and I go years without having a period. I don't know if it works this way, but I feel like my body itself is telling me something's off, I'm not meant to be a women, or that I'm somewhere in between.

And look, this is isn't just insecurity/body hate, though I'm concerned that's part of it because I'm from a conservative southern area and grew up in a patriarchy. I feel that proud euphoric feeling about some of my masculine things as well. I love hiking, and bodybuilding (when I used to do it) and feeling my strength. I take probably too much pride in helping people move or volunteering when someone says they need a big strong boy to carry/hold/pickup/move something. I feel competitive and want to show off a tad. I enjoy showing up other men. Growing up, I hung out with my brother instead of 3 sisters, played football with him and his friends, smoked pot with them, played Pokémon with him, and stole his clothes constantly. I felt something when I wore his pothead hoodie, or his big boots, or baggy shirt. The same thing I feel now when I wear those stupid cargo pant short things, baggy tees, flannel, hiking boots, etc. I think it's ugly on a lot of guys. But it feels different on me. I love surprising my girlfriend and showing off by picking her up, moving her, pinning her, etc. I used to think I was a bottom or switch but I've been exploring and am finding I really like being dominant in the bedroom- and I'm good at it too.

There's a lot of things I don't like about my body, that trigger me, that make me feel ugly. But I'm realizing… I think those things don't really make me feel ugly- they make me feel wrong and unhappy as a girl/women. My breasts are very different, and I hate that, but I think either getting one filled to match, binding, or removal would make me happy. I'm hairy- when I'm presenting femininely I hate it- but love it when masculine. I wouldn't mind my facial hair if it grew less patchy, or if it was gone entirely.

Recently, mortality and the passage of time was on my mind. I was talking to my partner and mentioned in passing that almost none of my clothes are mine- as in, I didn't choose them. I started tearing up and realized just how much that bothered me- how suppressed I felt. Especially because most came from when I lived in the conservative south. Gifts, donations when I was in salvation army, pass me downs… not my choice/style. I just did my best to express myself within the confines of these clothes. I couldn't afford anything else. She insisted we go thrifting, and I felt drawn yet again to male section. The section I tried to shop in as a young tomboy and was shamed for and not allowed to. I got some cool outift pieces, and now I feel different. A kind of healing calm feeling, part peace, part comfort, part excitement, part anxiety. And I have to wonder:

Am I maybe a trans guy? Or still nonbinary, just opening up more to masculinity?

Do not worry about triggering me or sounding transphobic. Short of just denying trans and nonbinary people exist I really want to know what y'all think. I'm so conflicted.

[strvingangell]

okay rant cause its frustrating the fuck out of me

me and my bf are irl right, I mean he's an hour away but that's by train and I see him around campus anyways. my friend is in an online relationship and complains whenever I mention my bf. like, i mention how we kissed for the first time or we did something together and he's instantly venting saying his envious because he can't so that with his boyfriend

like I'm sorry but you like, did choose to be in an online relationship right? honest to God i understand wanting to spend time with your partner irl and how upsetting it is to not be able to and that, but the way he's talking about it sounds like he can't handle it. like you opted to be in an online relationship, it's not ideal but ONLINE is in the name?? if you can't handle online maybe don't engage in that idk

I feel awful cause I know how much it can suck but I feel like I can't talk about my boyfriend now. our first kiss and my FIRST KISS EVER got overlooked cause he vented about how he can't kiss his bf. idk I feel like I'm wrong for this but it's getting a tad bit on my nerves

[mrs-monaghan]

Remember when Jimin replied about JK's younger pics put of nowhere ? He wasn't mentioned nor he was related to it anyway. He still posted how JK is taller than him now, as if we don't know that lol

Or how Tae posted randomly under a Jimin post saying he just spoke to that chick ? Yeah ? Anything clicking ? Members don't care what their shipper fans say. They live and loved each other for 13 years they'll interact and do whatever they want with their bonds. Maybe they may fight, maybe love, maybe get envious, maybe have a fallout, maybe rebound. Anything can happen with their bonds like other human beings, it upto them.

I hear you. I do. And u make some good points. Aint no doubt about that. But... but buttttttt. Here's the thing, right? Here's the thing. Jimin doesn't single members out. Not even his JK. And how long ago was it even when V did that? And how often does he do it with Jimin? I'm just saying, anon. I'm just saying... with V its always JK. Either way u look at it its... idk. Weird.

Just a tad. Just a tad bit weird. 🤏🏽

[champ-nemo]

What's your opinion on Rika from the Elite Four? She seems chill (and hot).

She's pretty cool, and I'm maybe a tad intimidated by them, haha.

they are really pretty though. Gosh, they'e really nice as well. Totally envious of them!

[thefomadailynews]

Virani x Aurie | Cowboy Hat Rule

"Are you paying attention to me Endyr? Virani?"

"Huh..." Virani's head swivels around to regard an exasperated Kell'ithika, his intense eyes cutting into her own. With her lips pressed against her beer stein, which actually had a molten cocktail of Salty Bitters inside, and her eyes trained on the dance floor it was obvious she wasn't paying attention. "I'm listening."

"No, you weren't, you were staring." He huffs, leaning down to pet Faris behind the ears, the dog giving an affirming 'boof' in agreement. Kell's gaze lifts under his hat as they take in the dance floor. Upon it are many figures, moving in their own chaotic ways as they dance.

"Well yeah, they're all acting like idiots," Virani murmurs gruffly, taking a sip and trying to act nonchalant.

"They're drunk," Kell chuckles, "I'm sure if you were you'd be up there too. You should chug that back and go ask her."

"No," Virani shifts her head down. "Last time that happened I almost punched the guy who was hitting on her. Not a good idea."

"He was a douche," Kell shrugs, smirking at good times. He actually had punched the guy for getting too handsy with Lorraine a moment later.

"Agreed," mumbles Ezra as they settle into a seat with a fresh drink, a big one.

"Thought you ditched," Virani smirks, pleased Ezra is feeling a bit more social then usual, Faris wags her tail as she sidles up to Ezra for pets.

"Thought about it, then remembered it's open bar tonight on Lorraine." That gets a laugh out of Virani and Kell, all three watching the party silently for a moment.

It's quite the dance, Cecelia has Lua by the hand, the two dancing chaotically as if Lua is being swung around like a weapon more than a dance partner. Red seems well in time with the music, his big shape taking up the space as he's teaching Magnus the steps and Aurie...

She's fully concentrated, biting her lip as she steps in time but a little slower than Red, smiling as she picks up the dance. Breathless and twirling as Magnus gives her a spin. Virani huffs in her seat, feeling just a tad envious. She wishes she was spinning Aurie but she hasn't the bravery to do it. Weird that was. She'd been captioned as brave by many people including Aurie, but right now? She was weak in the knees.

"Hey!" Kell'ithika's voice cuts though Virani's thoughts, her head spinning to watch as Jane plucks Kell's hat off his head. She fans herself with it as Kell grumbles with a smirk. "Stealing my hat, that's low."

"You gonna take it off me pretty boy?~" Jane slyly asks, flipping it to rest on her head. Ezra partly rolls their eyes as Kell'ithika scratches at the back of his head, looking a tad bit darker and hungry as he stands and fixes the hat on Jane's head.

"Maybe..." Kell drawls in response, tipping Jane's chin up and planting a long kiss on her lips. Virani feels her eyes rove away, looking back over to Aurie quickly and then back to Kell as he speaks up. "Guess we're calling it a night."

"I'll see you in the morning, Endor." Virani raises her glass, giving Jane a knowing wink. Ezra waves them off, pretending to gag as the couple leave.

"Who even came up with that rule?" Ezra mumbles, grabbing their hat in suspicion, guarding it from wayward horny people.

"Someone who knew what they were doing." Virani chuckles wryly, taking a big swig of her drink, and closing her eyes momentarily to block out the disco lights.

"You're not gonna get drunk soon enough," Red's voice rumbles as he and a breathless Aurie come up to the table. Choking on the drink at their sudden arrival Virani coughs, putting it down on the table.

"Come and dance Virani, it's fun!" Aurie, her cheeks flushed with drink and dance, grabs Virani's hand tugging at her to stand.

"I... I don't know... I really... I'll just be in the way." Virani stumbles, trying to laugh the thought off. Aurie pouts slightly, mischief in her eyes. So often tender and calm the drink in her system was making Aurie that bit bolder.

"Dance, or....." In a shocking moment, Aurie's hand whips the hat of Virani's head, plonking it down on hers and running onto the dance floor. "You won't get your hat back!"

"She has no idea what she just did," Ezra mumbles in disbelif, looking up at Virani with a look that says in a sultry tone, 'you're gonna let that slide?'

"Fiesty when she's drunk," Red muses, smirking down at Virani.

Virani however, blushing madly, internally screams. Aurie is just joking around, she doesn't know what it means. Does she? What if she does? What am I supposed to do? It's like every feeling has been turned onto eleven, heat racing up Virani's spine. Goddamn, she wants to kiss that smiling mouth and... well many other unmentionable things.

"Crap..." Virani stands, shifting to the dance floor without a second glance. "Okay, Aurie, give me back the hat. It doesn't even fit you properly..."

"Nope," Aurie chirps, ducking clumsily through Magnus, Lua and Cecelia. They look between the two, the dancing lapsing slightly.

"Aurie, you know I'm going to catch you right?" Virani chuckles, feinting to the right as Aurie makes a beak to the left. As the hat falls over Aurie's eyes, blinding her, Virani pivots and scoops her up by the waist. "You are so drunk..."

"And you're sooooo boring!" Aurie whines squirming like a caught animal, Virani gasps in mock offence, her lips quirking slightly and gripping Aurie tighter.

"I am not!"

"Are too you won't dance."

"You think holding my hat hostage would work?"

"Seems to work with the others!" Aurie giggles, Virani pauses in thought. Once again all those naughty feelings come to the surface. Setting Aurie down and holding her shoulders Virani looks down at Aurie to view her expression.

"Do you know what taking my hat and putting it on your head means?" Virani asks with a hint of burgeoning concern.

"That you'll follow me...?" Aurie hums questioningly, drunkenly.

"And...?"

There's a moment of silence between the two. Virani realizes.

Aurie has no clue about the hat rule.

"Well...." Blushing Virani leans down whispering something in Aurie's ear that makes her eyes widen and her cheeks go from pink to red. Aurie sobers immediately.

"Oh..."

"Yeah..."

Aurie slowly takes the hat off her head, putting it back on Virani's. Chuckling under the skewed hat on her head Virani can't help but find Aurie's embarrassment cute.

"Sorry..." Aurie squeaks.

"It looked good on you though~" Virani teases, taking Aurie's hand gently. "Let's have that dance."

"Okay," Aurie giggles.

At least I got up the bravery to ask for that dance, Virani thinks as everyone takes to the floor and dances into the night.

[deprivedwithjoy]

The Clear Sight of a Blind Lady

R E F L E C T I O N

Do not ever mistake me for a fool, your backhanded compliments are well-received but disregarded. Oppress your resentment, and you shall receive a politely served silent treatment. There is no need to act like a clown performing in a circus, if you're that desperate for attention then go block the streets and have a bus filled with dumb children to run you over. Maybe this time, playing the victim would actually convince people. Before you react negatively to this post, allow me to clarify this once and for all. No, this is not about you. However, if I did hit a nerve, please go to the nearest hospital immediately and demand to be prescribed anaesthesia to ease the pain of an intentionally stabbed wound. Another option would be to lie to yourself, use passive aggression, and create imaginary arguments in your head while staring at the window for several hours as if you're the main character with an incredibly traumatic past.

During the years of oxygen consumption, the compilation of data from experiences formulated a conclusion. Ignoring the elephant in the room does not make YOU the bigger person. It only makes things worse. And by that, I mean, it only makes your resentment worse because you thought you were undergoing an intense villain arc when in all actuality, you're not. Those people are stuck in the loop of hell where they are so convinced that their beliefs are righteous and justified, despite multiple signs of inherent subjectivity. They labelled close ties to be selfish after a trivial disagreement, as they claim themselves to be the so-called "open-minded" individuals who follow ONLY the ethical rules of life. That mindset itself is ironic; they're basically calling the world flat but simultaneously, they frown upon those who are humiliated for being in the same dark side of stupidity.

Once again referring to that random elephant who is currently banging its head against the floral-decorated wall, allow me to elaborate. You can still see the elephant, it did not just magically disappear after stealing the bike from your garage. For this upcoming statement, I would like to NOT apologise in advance for certain people's entitlement and inability to accept the fact that they are not always right. Therefore, if an acquaintance of mine wishes to separate themselves from my life, then they are more welcome to do so. Pride is often useful if it is to protect the values of oneself. The moment a blunder of mine was revealed, I tend to adjust my actions to prevent any further harm in the future and I also try my best to acknowledge the wisdom in failure.

Unfortunately, not everyone has the same principles as mine. Too much pride and vanity will cause more damage than the shifting of perspectives. Either way, do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Although I'm willing to understand your situation and compromise, I will not ALLOW you to disrespect me. If our relationship is lasting merely for the reason that I'm agreeable and you reap the fruitful harvest, then our relationship is fragile and it was already meant to be broken from the start.

If you identify one of my mistakes as an envious action of betrayal to pull you down, then let go of me. Let's be honest, if that's how shallow your mindset is, then none of your relationships will last.

If you view yourself to be superior to others for your diligence and some positive traits from past achievements, have you tried looking into the mirror to check how inflated your ego truly is?

If you accuse me of someone who is verbally abusive and toxic for learning how to stand up for myself, isn't it "a tad bit" hypocritical since you are willing to do much worse to me just to cross my boundaries? You went so far as to get mad at me for saying "No" when it's my right to decline something I do not want. You can't even accept it, do you? No worries, I get it. We're not as self-aware and "amazing" as we thought. And sorry to burst your bubble, but you should seriously stop living in that victimhood mentality. Like no cap, that sucks. Want my reflection? Here it is. My reflection is a reflection of another person.

[mythgrippa-blog]

Envious Encryption

A day or two ago, while I was on my way somewhere I bumped into with one of friends who was with his girlfriend, it was the first time I've seen her and despite that it already felt like I knew everything about her. I'm happy for the guy, they look perfect together and its obvious that he's very happy.

Seeing them together, seeing her specifically triggered something in me, I didn't realize until the next day when I saw him again when he said hi to me. He wasn't with his girlfriend but when I triedto remember what she looked like I couldn't help but think of another person I really cared about, someone who used to make me as happy. I've been feeling particularly lonely and lataely it feels everyone around me has someone except for me.

However, I thought I was okay with that, but it turns based from the jealousy I'm feeling that I still want something of my own. Envy, who would have thunk?

Envy, is a lot like encryption in the sense that it hides a lot of complex emotions, disguising itself as ambition, admiration or happiness but instead its something that slowly eating away from your vary soul. We encrypt our true feelings only for them to get decrypted by some random girl who looked like a person you knew.

Well yeah... thats it actually, I am just going to try and study or something, because I've been really letting these emotions devour my core being.

I'm really trying... at least I'm not giving into my addiction, instead I'm adeep in this game

Itchio has a lot of free random games, so that keeps me occupied for a while, well I think thats all from me. Thanks for reading, btw my project is about to end which is why you pro bably started reading but yeah.

The website, I wanted to add the Orcust system but the project doesn't seem to need any more features just bug fixes and preparing our presentation.

I did make a prototype of the Orcust system, it simply takes uploaded code and dockerizes it, it took longer than expected like 6ish hours to make a python script that properly does that. The docker library wasn't reliable at running newly created containers or images, so I made use of the commands.

I'll probably make the Orcust system a separate open source project. For quick and easy deployment of files. The way it works is that the uploaded script is suppsoed to have an endpoint open that the manager will expose and map to the host computer/server. The one issue I faced with this is that the containers would weigh about 150mb per container, so a 1000 containers would be 150gb of storage and then processing power for each container. Hosting this would be very expensive, maybe there are inexpensive options or secret ways of optimizing containers or images or perhaps docker optimizes loads of running containers. Not too sure but that was the issue. But the issue should have been an obvious flaw of using containers, I can't help but feel stupid haha maybe I should just ditch it. It won't be in the final project nor do I think anyone would be able to run this expensive library.

Well I suppose thats life, you live and you learn. Let me post the project now to github and I'll see it later.

Well yeah thats pretty much all of the update. Actually let me talk more about personal life, I've been talking with my friends more so thats something. I have a fear of being replaced, so seeing them hang out with others does break my heart a tad however thats okay because I can't always be there so it makes sense to hang with those you hand with and there's nothing really special about me anyway.

I've been listening to a lot of traumacore type music, like Mitsiki and junk before I sleep, its almost as if I want to hurt myself mentally. Told my best friend we have to talk in a couple of weeks, she said she's scared and I don't blame her, what could this be about? I just want to share myself one more time, like really share everything about me and see if she'd still want to call me her best friend. Like am I still worthy?

[raunchyremnant]

"So, my daughter likes to tan after all." Joked Kali as she saw Blake on a deckchair in the Belladonna mansion's pool area, Kali had come for a swim herself, liking to keep cool during warmer days, though she was feeling rather "naughty" seeing Blake like that, maybe she'd have to surprise Blake while they were here.

Blake sat there in her swimsuit, soaking up the sun's raised as she relaxed. She had heard her mother's approach, but didn't turn to acknowledge her until Kali spoke. "I'm not exactly trying to tan. Just... Relax and dry off." Blake very briefly let her eyes examine Kali's body, and felt a tad envious of how good her mom looked in a swimsuit...

[vickyvicarious]

jonathan would find gabriel as the model lawyer, so cool and unphased yet lovable, i wanna be him, and gabe would be thinking protect your innocence boy, change professions. he believes the white hair is that law school has become more brital.

I'm imagining that Mr. Hawkins knew Utterson professionally. Younger Jonathan shows up with some documents or is tagging along somewhere and gets introduced to him/sees him in action, and he's so impressed. Goes home and talks to Mina about Utterson's quiet confidence and mild nature but that he obviously listens attentively and is so calm and unflappable and he seems so professional. Of course he looks up to Mr. Hawkins, he has this kind of affable way of getting along with people and an excellent cataloguing system and all that, but that Mr. Utterson really seemed like a lawyer, you know? And sure, he didn't have the same way with words or the ability to break the ice with a good joke like Mr. Hawkins, but there was just something really likeable about him somehow anyway...

Mina nods along super fond and points out that Jonathan has a certain quiet dignity himself, and she's always loved how he remembers everything she says to him, and Jonathan's temper is disposed to a rather calm natural state, and she's certainly always found him very likeable... So honestly, if those qualities are what make this Utterson so impressive then she's even more confident in the great career awaiting him. Essentially just a lot of (fluffy flirty Jonmina) support and Jonathan looks up to Mr. Utterson from then on.

On Gabriel's side of this he's met Harker once or twice, never alone or for long, but he seems like a nice enough young man. He's obviously got a great big heart and Gabriel's kind of thinking to himself, well, it's obvious Hawkins dotes on him (Mr. Hawkins in true dad form brags about Jonathan being just an excellent protege from time to time), but, oof. The day is definitely going to come when the often-cruel reality of human nature is revealed to him if he sticks around in this profession. A lot of the most idealistic and eager people get their spirits broken by such things, in his experience; certainly, many of his friends who succumb to a bad influence go slower if they weren't so innocent when it was first introduced to them. (In a word: Dorian Gray. That certainly happened quick enough.) They certainly seem to find more pleasure in the fall when it's gradual, and it's often more of a gentle slope to a more realistic outlook as opposed to a plunge off a cliff. (Not that he judges, either way.) He's a tad invested due purely to exposure; even if they haven't met in person very often, Mr. Hawkins talks about Jonathan enough that Gabe's gotten a bit fond by proxy.

The next time he has business with the Hawkins law firm, it's become Hawkins & Harker, except actually the only one left is Harker. He's very different in some ways - his hair shock-white now; the way he stands like he's poised to act, a certain set to his shoulders, his hand falling to his hip; a certain look in his eyes that is at times impressive, at times unsettling, and at times concerning - but it seems that whatever experience he's lived through (and it's definitely been an experience, that much is clear) has not broken his spirit. Far from it. He's just as soft-hearted as ever, but there's something steely-edged underneath it. A kind of fire evident in him, and a love for his wife that he feels and expresses so unabashedly that Gabriel feels a little envious of the vigor in it. Harker seems mild at first, but he has a kind of intensity to him, a willingness to ignore everything else, that Gabriel hasn't often seen in decent people. It's endearing.

Whenever their paths cross, they work well together, and so perhaps their paths cross more often than they otherwise would. Maybe one day Jonathan invites him to go to the theatre and see a play together after something comes up and Mina is unable to make it, and Utterson winds up breaking a long-kept self-restraint on that count. They see Hamlet and enjoy themselves a lot, though Jonathan gets that certain look in his eye extra hard during some scenes.

[imeternallylove]

Since you're writing NCIS, can I request about the honor code, where Gibbs brings Zach to his house with you, doing his boat, and it's like true parents, but everything gets twisted when Shepard arrives? She mentioned that Zach's father might be involved with the lieutenant disappearance case, which enraged Zach, even though she didn't mean it. And the reader has only to calm Zach down while also venting his rage on Gibbs. Reader could be in a relationship with Gibbs, or not? 👉👈

awww thanks for this cutie request! and you know what, I’ve also drafted a kind of this plot for this valentine, so similar 😂❤

ps, I'm totally into Zach‘s charm, he’s such an intelligent boy 👦

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Gibbs x Reader

genre: angst, fluff, strong language and implied lemon(why)

words: 1,467 words

(gifs not mine)

"Yeah. Yeah, at this rate we'll have her seaworthy in no time." Step down from upstairs, you grin at the like dad-son Gibbs and Zach in the basement, they both sand the boat while you hold the pizza boxes and soda. "Boys, dinner ready."

"Maybe my dad can help when he gets back," Zach says enthusiastically, making you smile at Gibbs distressfully because of the cumbersome your team got.

Gibbs helps you in putting your food on his workbench. "Starving!" Zach makes his way to get out of the boat runs to you. You hand the little boy the single slide of pizza while Gibbs carries him down. "How was it?" You chuckle as you tenderly wipe the dirt from Zach's mouth.

"So tasty," you nodded admiringly as Zach clambered onto your lap. You pat his wet red-brown hair and lean against the wood, where Gibbs' eyes are on your relaxed face. He hands you the soda. You give him a small smile.

You suppose the three of you eat dinner together as if you were a real family. It makes you feel terrible that your team hasn't gotten any leads on recovering Lt. Commander Tanner, Zach's father, and that all evidence implies to him. Zach's only six, and you can't stand it.

Gibbs noticed your tension, but you already know he doesn't want to talk about it right now.

When director Shepard came, all of your enjoyment and distractions vanished in the blink of an eye. Gibbs keeps some space away from you by slipping out of your seat just a tad. That's an inch of agony, you told yourself.

"Hubba-hubba. Dinner at the White House?" Gibbs asks as she walks calmly into the basement, dressed to the nines and making you -just a little piece of your shitty envious to her.

"A date, actually." Shepard corrects Gibbs. "Must be an important guy for you to get all decked out."

You swallow the lump that Shepard is teasing or flirting with him. "I'd prefer if you just told me that you liked my dress."

"I haven't decided yet."

The basement becomes an unintended period of silence. So, you get up and clean the workbench quietly without paying attention to them, "Zach, Why don't you come upstairs with me and get a soda?" You suggest lightly, grabbing his hand and quickly walking away from the dilemma situation.

"You don't like that woman." Zach jokes as you open the fridge and hand him a soda. "Just our attitude is more difficult to get in a lock," you explain as you bring some soda to your boss and the director. "She's my director."

"I don't like her," Zach says as you approach the stairs, surprising you. You squat to his fluffy face, holding his arm. "Lt. Commander Tanner's case is quite difficult to the NCIS, but I need you to relax." You stroke his cheek, "can you do that, pal?" Then you lead the kid back to the basement.

"You made a house call to reprimand me, Jen?" Gibbs demands Shepard without knowing Zach and you have returned. You stop Zach, about to sneak out of here, but it's the same time when the director said something she shouldn't.

"Don't tell me your famous gut again. Zach is a great kid, Jethro. That doesn't mean his father's not a bastard." Shepard snaps at Gibbs loudly enough, and Zach can't help but yell angrily at the nonsense adults in defense of his dad. "My dad didn't do anything wrong!"

"It's a complicated situation," Shepard goes on to say in shock, exacerbating the situation for the kid.

"It's not!"

"Zach..." You attempt to calm him down. "Zach, there is evidence he did something wrong," Gibbs add explains to the little boy.

"It doesn't matter! I know in my, my stomach he didn't do anything wrong. You promised you'd bring him back to me, Gibbs. Please," Zach exclaims before shoving you out of the way, running up. You keep your gaze fixed on your two wacky commanders, frustrated. You let out a huge sigh.

"I can't believe how dare you two just did that." You turn away from them, follow after Zach.

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"He's not guilty, Y/N. He's not, he isn't," Zach sitting beneath at the kitchen counter, crying out, he informs you repeatedly while he leans into your embrace.

You kiss his brow, "I know. But the director wouldn't let us cut any probability things off until we found your dad, proven him truly no guilty." You hug him even tighter, making him feel safe.

Zach sobs into your chest, "I- I'm missing my dad."

"I know," you mumble worriedly, enraged at Gibbs.

"Hey," you look up, seeing Gibbs sitting next to Zach. But as Zach moves away from Gibbs and forces you to hold him, you place your chin on the boy's head, gently rubbing his back. "Zach, it's time to bed. I'll change your clothes; you'll sleep, okay, pal?"

Zach simply nodded. You get up and help him in preparing to rest. It's too quiet in a big house, but you heard something quite loud, and you didn't talk to Gibbs at all, he either.

You're about to leave the room after watching Gibbs lay Zach down in the bed, but your boss won't let you. "Leave me alone." You snarl at him in a bad mood as you storm close to the house door.

"No," he grabs your arm and turns you around before you can leave the house. You could tell he was in trouble by the look on his face, he made you vulnerable. You averted your gaze and spoke softly. "He's only six. You two causing his trauma went worse."

"You better think bout the investigation first, just leaves Zach on mine thing." Gibbs reminds you that make you blown a fuse rips your hands out of his grip, you yell at him in disbelief, teeth clenched. "Okay. You know what? Take the hell of this!" You bump your agent ID badge and gun into his hand, "I'm out of this case, doing your 'right thing' and, I'll be Zach's nanny from now on." You hastily leave his house and drive away.

"Y/N!" When Gibbs chases after you, however, you've gone a long distance away; he can't leave Zach. When he calls you, you also left your phone on his table next to the lounge chair.

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"Damn," you groan as you regain control of the car parked on the side of the road after your rage has subsided. You drown too much into your envy. You just left Zack with Gibbs, knowing he could take care of him better than you, but you promised Zack you'd stay as his friend. "God." You clung to the steering wheel, unsure whether you should go back to Gibbs' house. You just shouted at him.

You drive back in your slightly boozed-up. The conscience takes you back here. "Okay," you gasp against your driver seat, park in front of Gibbs' house, and turn off the engine, chugging the beer to clear your throat. It's close to midnight now, and the house has turned off the lights.

And yet before you can unlock the house door, Gibbs opens it, and you slump into his embrace. "Ouch- shit." You could hear his warm breathing, chuckling as he supports you inside. "Gi-b, Gib-bs, I-m--" You patter, scattered everywhere you could put your bag with car key on it.

"Here," he places you on the lounge chair. But you slam your body against the ground and massage your temples, staring at his icy eyes. It's was blurred by your sight. "Look, I'm just a jerk. I left Zach. I shouted at you." He takes his time sitting beside you and says nothing. However, it is more comfortable than it was an hour ago.

Gibbs only gives you his soft smile, which you don't get, but the heat from your cheek has increased. "Oh, come on, boss. Say somethin'! Scold me or slap my head, tell me 'm was wrong!" You get up, out of mind by his enigmatic expression. And he pinned you to the wall with that, his lips against yours, rough control of your tongue. He drew your neck closer to his lips, and why the hell are you obeying him?

You were melted by his touch, clutching his strong arms to keep from collapsing. When Gibbs breaks the kiss, he orders, "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me to stop, I'll."

You were completely blank and choking, thoughtfully. He's your boss, he has made his rules. The rule #12, but for the sake of your heart; shouldn't you have -followed it?

"Y/N-"

"Fuck that, rule 12," you mumble as cupped his face to blow a kiss. All you can see from your blood-crazed is a smirk of his.

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