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roosterforme · 13 hours ago

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Aim for the Sky Part 38 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley works out plans for an anniversary trip, only stopping to enjoy some Halloween candy and a little milk. Everything is wonderful at home, but when you're at work, you notice Indigo in closer proximity that you'd prefer.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, DILF Roo, pregnancy, smut, lactation kink

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley woke up on Sunday to his phone telling him that it was November. The month of his wedding anniversary. Almost two years married to you. He smiled as you continued to sleep soundly, sprawled halfway on top of him, drooling on his shoulder. This is how he wanted to wake up every day for the rest of his life.

Rose hadn't made a peep yet, and he wanted to let you sleep as long as possible after trick-or-treating last evening. The three, well really four, of you had traipsed all over the neighborhood, collecting candy which Bradley had eaten half of while rubbing your feet last night. His stomach was currently gurgling softly, but he wasn't going to move an inch until one of his girls woke up.

In the meantime, he used his free hand to continue his search for the perfect anniversary trip on his phone. He soon had it narrowed down to two options, but he wanted you to pick. He'd ask you when you woke up. He was just ordering a case of non-alcoholic pink champagne and some hot sauce when he felt your arm tighten around his waist.

"Roo," you moaned, arching your back before looking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight," he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose as you snuggled against him again. He tossed his phone aside in favor of letting his hand rest on your bump, desperate to feel his younger daughter.

"Rose isn't up yet?" you murmured, yawning.

"Not yet," he confirmed as you pulled up his old shirt you fell asleep in, giving him better access to your belly. "Is Nugget Part Deux moving around?"

You hummed softly as he caressed your skin, tracing a line down to your dainty rooster tattoo. "She's a little squirmy. She'll wake up more once I start moving." You yawned again. "Halloween must have wiped Rose out. She had a big night. But my boobs are starting to ache."

Bradley watched you continue to pull the shirt up over your body until your breasts were on full display. He bit his lip, whimpering softly at the sight of your milk beading on your nipple. "There was a question I wanted to ask you, but suddenly I can no longer think straight, Sweetheart," he panted.

You reached for his hand, guiding it up to your heavy breasts, eyes closing as his fingers met your milk. "Do you want to take the edge off for me?"

Bradley's cock was at attention, raring to go as he nodded. Dizzy with need, he watched you pull the shirt off and toss it to the floor before propping yourself on your elbows. "Jesus, fuck. I've never seen anything so perfect in my life."

You giggled, alerting him to the fact that he'd spoken out loud. "Come on, Daddy. Help me out here."

Milk dribbled down to the underside of your tit, and Bradley dragged his tongue through it. You made a delicious little sound as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked. Heaven. It tasted like heaven on his tongue. He was leaning on his hand which was planted next to your hip, and his cock rested on your thigh. You didn't stop him when he pressed his hips forward.

"Roo," you whined, running your fingers through his hair, and then gripping him at the roots when he sucked harder. "Oh!" You held him in place as he lapped up his reward. That's what this was. This was his personal treat for getting you pregnant again. A seemingly endless supply of breastmilk to enjoy. He knew it was for the babies, but you knew he loved it, too.

"God," he grunted, switching sides, rubbing his cock on your leg. "I'm fucking obsessed." His voice was muffled as he took your perfectly pert nipple in his mouth. You were tugging on his hair and simultaneously holding him closer as he tried to make sure he didn't suck you dry. But it was so hard to stop, especially when his balls tightened up.

He swallowed and released your breast, dragging his lips to yours. "I'm so fucking close, and you barely even touched me." You laughed against his kisses. "I'm not even fucking kidding." Bradley knew he was in no position to give you an orgasm until he got his out of the way, and he was almost shaking. "Can I give you a pretty creampie?" he begged.

You nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock which was grinding against your hip. "It's not like I'm not already pregnant."

"Fuck," he groaned, letting you guide him to your pussy. Bradley thrust deep as you settled against your pillow, spreading your legs further for him. You looked the part of the perfect woman, belly already swollen from how he couldn't stop fucking you full of his cum, coaxing him closer with your smile.

He came hard by the fifth thrust, hands braced on either side of your head as he panted your name, his hips fucking his cum deeper as he bucked against you. When you sweetly pushed his hair back from his forehead, everything in the whole world made sense to him.

"Oh, I know what I was going to ask you, Baby Girl."

You wrapped your legs around his hips. "Hmm?"

"Mountains or lake?"

"What?" you whispered as Bradley sat back to observe the mess he made.

"For our anniversary," he rasped. "I'm planning our trip. I just need you to answer one question, and I'll take care of the rest. Mountains or lake?" The first drop of his cum slid down to your asshole, and Bradley's brain shut down again as he stared. "Beautiful," he murmured, rubbing his mess back up to your clit.

He worked his fingers, listening to you babble about your anniversary. He let his body hover above yours, being none too gentle with his fingers when he realized that's what you needed at the moment. Your lips parted, head tipping back into the pillow, gasping until your voice was hoarse. As you eventually came around his fingers, you screamed the word, "Mountains!"

"That's all I needed to know," Bradley whispered, kissing your neck as Rose started crying in her nursery. "I'll get cleaned up and play with Rosie until you're ready to feed her. Take your time."

You waved your hand in the air, nodding wordlessly as Bradley kissed your forehead and climbed out of bed with a smile on his face.

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The weekend had been luxurious. There was no other way to describe it. Sex and Halloween candy and Bradley cooking dinner. A beach walk with Rose and Tramp. A FaceTime call with your parents. It was perfect. You slept so soundly on Sunday night, Bradley had to wake you as your alarm blared for work on Monday morning.

"Oh, God," you groaned, reaching for your glasses while the baby kicked and Rose fussed down the hallway. You almost wet yourself on the way to the bathroom while Bradley went to hold Rose until you were ready for her. Your belly was tender, and you couldn't control your bladder. It was amazing Bradley couldn't seem to get enough of you, but you believed him. Because he'd been showing you.

Once you got yourself mostly ready for the day, you hustled to the nursery to find your husband holding your daughter. Bradley was wearing his gray sweatpants, and his hair was an absolute mess. His voice was still a little raspy from sleep as he snuggled Rose to his chest and bounced her around the room while she whined.

"Mommy's coming, Nugget. Relax. I miss her, too, but she'll be here in a minute." When you walked in, Bradley bounced her over to the chair so you could feed her. "Here's Mommy." He kissed her fuzzy head of hair before handing her over.

When you sat back in the chair, Bradley groaned, easing himself down to the floor at your feet. "What are you doing?" you asked, his arm snaking around your calf as Rose latched onto you to eat.

He kissed your bare leg; your uniform was the last thing you needed before you were ready for work. "Just want to sit here with you for a minute."

He went quiet with his cheek pressed to the side of your knee, and occasionally you ran your fingers through his hair. "I don't want to go to work," he mumbled. "This weekend was so nice."

"It was perfect," you agreed. "But your students need you there to instruct them."

Bradley shook his head, his mustache rough on your skin. "I don't know if I'm even doing a good job, Sweetheart. I don't think I am."

Oh, you hated Indigo. Hated the very thought of her. You hated that she wanted to sleep with Bradley. You hated that she made your husband feel this way. You hated that she was still lurking around North Island.

You held Rose to your chest and reached down to take Bradley's chin in your palm. His brown eyes were vulnerable. "You're a Top Gun pilot, Bradley. You're the best. Nobody else is going to be able to train younger pilots any better than you can. Now go make me breakfast and put your uniform on."

With another groan, Bradley stood, but he looked a little happier. "Whatever you say, Baby Girl," he whispered, kissing your forehead.

Now, you had your own conundrum to deal with. Normal looking yet uncomfortable uniform? Or comfy maternity tent? There was an obvious answer. You knew what it was. Your body was crying out for it. The tent was calling your name. But you couldn't. You just couldn't do it. Squeezing into your pants was a chore. So was tucking in your shirt. But you did it.

"I guess I'll just stand all day," you muttered to yourself as you ate the avocado toast and hot sauce Bradley left on the counter while he got Rose dressed. The waistband of the pants bit into your side when you tried to bend. This was probably the last day without the tent.

Somehow you managed to get into the passenger seat, and Bradley buckled you with extra care. "I'll drop Rose at the nursery," he said while he drove. "You can go ahead to your lab." He wanted an excuse to make this weekend last a little longer, so you let him leave you off at the door.

"I love you, Roo," you promised. "Love you, Rose," you told your daughter as she tried to chew on her foot. As soon as they pulled away to park, you saw Cam and Maria heading your way, so you waited.

"Oh my god, you're huge now," Cam gasped. "I haven't seen you in like a week, and you're enormous."

Maria shoved him as he reached out to touch your belly. "She is not!"

"Damn," he whispered. "What are you due? January?"

"April first!" you whined miserably, tipping your head back. "I know I'm huge."

"You aren't!" Maria argued. "You look adorable!"

"Your tits look phenomenal," Cam added, and you glared at him until he held the door open for you. "What? Lieutenant Commander Mustache is all over that shit. I just know it."

"Okay, you're probably right about that," Maria said.

Your entire body warmed as your friends reminded you of what you should have never forgotten. They didn't know about Indigo, and now wasn't the time to have a discussion.

"Let's grab lunch one day this week," Cam said as the three of you rode up the elevator.

"Sounds good," you promised, waving goodbye to them when you turned right to head to your office. But when your door came into view, you froze. Even from behind, you knew it was her, pacing back and forth like she was waiting for you.

This was insane. You had nothing to be afraid of. She couldn't hurt you. Bradley didn't want her. She'd been grounded. But you turned on your heel and rushed to your lab instead.

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Bradley had been having a wonderful day. He felt good about his class, and he got to see you at lunch. When you had to pop the button on your pants in order to sit comfortably, he threatened to hide your uniform if you didn't wear maternity khakis tomorrow. But other than that, it was smooth sailing. Until the end of the day when he stopped in the deserted rec room for some stale coffee.

With his cup in hand, Bradley walked past the couches just as the door swung open. Indigo strolled in like she was on a mission, and his stomach lurched as his steps came to a stop.

"Can I help you?" he asked. A slightly terrifying little smile appeared on her lips.

"I don't know, can you?" she asked, voice dripping with innocence. "Or are you still too scared to be alone with me?"

Truthfully, he kind of was, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you had no reason to doubt him now, so he simply stood there and sipped his coffee before clearing his throat. "Lieutenant Jeffries, it's not my responsibility to help you find ways to entertain yourself while you're grounded," he told her smoothly, and her bright blue eyes narrowed.

"I'll just sit in here for the rest of the afternoon. Lieutenants Trace and Seresin kicked me out earlier, claiming I shouldn't have access to the aviators' rec room if I'm not currently flying." Bradley had to fight hard not to laugh, but she kept going. "But both of their jets are in the air now, so nobody is going to stop me."

"Maybe you should listen to what your superior officers tell you," Bradley said, breezing past her toward the door.

Her sharp laughter cut into him. "Maybe you'll heed your own words when Maverick gets back and immediately ends my grounding."

Bradley hated how it always felt like she was gaining the upper hand. "Maybe you should call him Captain Mitchell," he tossed over his shoulder. "Call signs are for aviators to use, Lieutenant Jeffries."

The sound of disgust she made boosted his mood as he plowed through the door. He didn't want to linger in her presence for longer than was absolutely necessary. His quiet office was calling his name anyway. So was the mound of paperwork he needed to complete.

The hallways in his building were nearly deserted, so it came as a surprise when you were waiting by his door. "Sweetheart," he called out, jogging as quickly as he could with his coffee. He'd just been with you less than three hours ago. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you promised, tilting your perfect face up to look at him. "You missed me earlier this morning, and now I was missing you."

Bradley unlocked his door and led you inside. He spent the last forty-five minutes of his work day with you snuggled against him on his lap. His lips occasionally brushed your hair while he got through his paperwork with your arms wrapped around him.

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You bumped into Indigo randomly all week long. With nothing better to do, it seemed as though she made it her new mission to follow you around base more often than not. You'd taken to walking with Cat when you could, and one day Jake accompanied you to lunch. Honestly, you were a little surprised Indigo hadn't simply moved on to another hot officer older than her. Jake would have been a good candidate, which would have been hilarious. Cat would shred Indigo to bits without a second thought.

Cat was busy conducting her aircraft investigation and collecting data from Indigo's Super Hornet which left you conveniently in the lab most of the time. But when Bickel asked you to meet with a mechanic to talk about a new installation technique for a communications component, you found yourself in the busy hangar in your maternity tent.

If the mechanic thought you looked ridiculous, he didn't say a word about it. You'd decided that being comfortable was better than having marks on your sides from your regular pants when you got undressed after work. Now you had no problem breezing through your conversation and leaving the engine parts in the very capable hands of the Top Gun mechanic crew.

You headed back out onto the tarmac, glancing at the tower and Bradley's building. The November sun was glorious. It was hard to miss the east coast on a day like this when the weather in San Diego was pure perfection. But pausing to close your eyes and turn your face to the sky was a mistake.

"Hello, Lieutenant Commander." That voice gave you a chill before you even opened your eyes to see Indigo heading your way. Her face was expressionless, but her tone was cold as she stomped to a stop in front of you. "I would say it's nice to see you, but that would be a lie."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing hard as her blue eyes flashed with something that made your skin crawl. She was so beautiful and so angry, and you hated her so much. "For someone who doesn't want to see me, you sure have been following me around a lot this week," you bit back before considering your words.

"Don't flatter yourself," she replied smoothly. "The last thing I want to look at is your ridiculous uniform."

You loathed her. But now you could translate her words to their true meaning. She was devastatingly jealous of you. A smile curled along your lips as you cradled your belly. Goading her wasn't your best move, but you couldn't stop yourself. "I think I'll just go hang out in the aviators' rec room with my husband and the others. Isn't it funny that I've never piloted an aircraft, but I've also never been kicked out of their lounge?"

She ground her teeth together as you tried not to smile. When Jake told you what he and Nat had done, you'd been in stitches.

"I know you think you're hot shit around here," she snarled, prompting you to take a step back. And that's when she pounced. "But you don't have the power to ground me indefinitely."

"Actually, I do," you replied loudly, fingers curling into fists. "Your aircraft is under my jurisdiction. I'm in charge of the quality of the comms network and components. I am in control of things no matter how much you want to be. And the same goes for my husband."

You were immediately met with silence as her cheeks burned red, clashing with the color of her eyes. You couldn't remember the last time someone looked like they wanted to hit you. As long as she went for your face and not your belly, you'd welcome it. Anything to get her the fuck away from you and your friends and your family.

"As soon as Maverick comes back, you'll be history," she threatened, bumping your shoulder as she stormed away.

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deansbeer · 2 days ago

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friendship in the sun ・ BABY!DEAN WINCHESTER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ library

୨୧ synopsis. you meet baby dean at the playground and share your snacks, and unknowingly become his first real friend.

୨୧ warning(s). fluff | slight angst | mentions of neglect (fuck john winchester) | implied emotional burden | light apprehension (baby!dean was nervous he'd be left out) — i might have missed some warnings, so do let me know !

୨୧ word count. 1.1k

୨୧ kari notes. currently sobbing over this and what bree is sending me about what is to come soon for starlight … my chest physically aches (is that even possible + i hit my vape too hard earlier) and feels so SO heavy rn. do not hate me i promise it does have some cuteness to it <3

the sun is warm against your skin, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and melting popsicles. kids are running across the playground, screaming and laughing, their sneakers kicking up dust from the wood chips beneath the swings.

you're in the middle of a game of tag, your legs pumping as you run, breathless and giggling, dodging outstretched hands. the world is simple, bright, and full of endless fun—until you hear a small voice behind you.

"can i play too?"

you turn around and see a boy, about your age, standing a few feet away. he's got short blonde hair, green eyes that are wide and hopeful, and a pair of scuffed-up sneakers that have clearly seen better days. he looks a little nervous, like he’s expecting you to say no.

but you love making new friends.

"yeah!" you beam, nodding excitedly. "you can be it first!"

the boy grins, the nervousness melting off his face, and before he can say anything else, one of the other kids taps his arm and yells, "tag, you're it!" before sprinting away.

he lets out a genuine laugh and takes off running after them, and just like that, he's part of the game, part of your world.

you find out his name is dean.

as you both climb onto the swings, kicking your legs to go higher and higher, he tells you about his baby brother, sam.

"he's two," he says proudly, gripping the chains of the swing as he leans back, letting the wind rush past his face. "he's real small, but he's super smart. like, i think he’s gonna be a genius or somethin'."

you smile at that, loving the way his face lights up when he talks about his little brother.

"i have a baby sister," you tell him, slowing your swing down until your sneakers drag against the dirt. "she's really tiny, though. like, just a few weeks old. my mom says she can be a handful sometimes."

"bet she cries a lot," dean says, wrinkling his nose.

"yeah, but she's cute," you shrug. "sometimes i help my mom with her. i hold her bottle and stuff."

dean looks thoughtful, like he's tucking that information away for later. like maybe he'll try that with sam next time.

after a while, you start to feel tired, so you reach over and grab dean's hand, tugging him toward the bench where your mom is sitting. she's got your baby sister on her shoulder, gently patting her back, and she smiles when she sees you.

"you hungry, sweetheart?" she asks, already reaching for your pink lunchbox—the one with flowers and disney princess stickers all over it.

you nod, plopping down on the bench, and pat the spot next to you. dean hesitates for a second before sitting down, his little hands resting awkwardly in his lap as he watches you open your lunchbox.

"look what i got!" you say excitedly, pulling out each item one by one. "fruit snacks, a pudding cup, cookies, and—" you pause for dramatic effect, "a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!"

dean watches you with a small pout, his lips pressing together as his stomach rumbles. he looks away quickly, like maybe if he ignores it, you won't notice.

but you do notice.

"what was that?" you ask, tilting your head.

"nothin’," he says quickly. "you're probably hearin' things."

you frown, glancing at your sandwich before looking back at him. he's trying to act like it's no big deal, but at six years old, you already have enough intuition to know.

he probably doesn't eat much at home.

you don't say anything about it, though. you just take your sandwich—cut into two perfect triangles—and hold one half out to him with a small smile, a gap where your front tooth used to be showing.

"here, you can have this one."

dean's eyes widen slightly, and he glances around—like he's making sure no one, especially his dad, is watching—before reaching out and taking it.

"thanks," he mumbles, looking a little shy, but also really, really grateful.

you just nod, opening up your pudding cup while he takes a bite of the sandwich.

after a moment, you pull out your cookies and push them toward him, too.

"you can have some if you want."

dean looks at you like you just handed him the best gift in the world, and after another quick glance around, he takes one.

you both sit there, swinging your legs, eating peanut butter and jelly and cookies, and passing your red gatorade-filled pink sippy cup back and forth. most kids might think it's weird to share a drink, or to drink out of something so pink, but dean doesn't care.

he just likes being here with you.

likes that, for once, he doesn't feel left out.

the sun starts to dip lower, casting golden light over the playground, and your mom calls for you to start wrapping it up.

"five more minutes!" you call back, grabbing dean's hand and pulling him toward the jungle gym.

you both squeeze in as much playtime as you can, climbing, laughing, chasing each other around—until a deep voice cuts through the air.

"dean!"

dean stops in his tracks, his little shoulders going stiff. you turn to see a man standing near the parking lot, holding a small toddler in his arms. sam, you guess.

"c'mon, kid, we gotta go," his dad says, adjusting sam on his hip.

dean looks at you, a little disappointed, but you just smile and take his hand again.

"let's go."

you walk with him toward his dad, your fingers still laced together, and when you reach them, you let go just long enough to lean in and press a tiny kiss to dean's cheek.

"bye, dean!" you chirp, giving him a big, toothy grin before running back to your mom.

dean just stands there for a second, blinking, his face suddenly very warm.

he doesn't even realize he's touching his cheek until his dad makes a noise—something halfway between amusement and impatience.

"c'mon, romeo," john mutters, shifting sam in his arms as he turns toward the impala.

dean frowns, his stomach sinking as he trudges behind him.

"gonna need you to watch sam tonight," john says, not looking back. "got a routine hunt to do."

dean doesn't say anything.

he just glances back—just once—to see you climbing into the backseat of your mom’s car, your baby sister still nestled against her shoulder.

you catch his eye and wave.

he waves back.

and then he climbs into the impala, sam curled up against his side, already half-asleep.

the warmth of your hand still lingers in his.

the taste of peanut butter and jelly still sticks to his tongue.

and for the first time in a long time, he thinks maybe—just maybe—he might have a real friend.

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warframestuff · 3 days ago

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12 Year Anniversary Coming Soon

Celebrate 12 incredible years starting on March 7!

The future of the Origin System has never been more alive and brimming with new challenges, rewards, and endless possibilities! For 12 years, the Tenno have shaped this universe with their dedication, skill and creativity. Now, as we enter the next chapter of Warframe, all Tenno new and old are invited to join us in celebrating our legacy — and the exciting future ahead.

Starting March 7, prepare for an anniversary celebration like no other featuring:

New and Returning Dex Rewards

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Limited Edition 12 Year Anniversary Merch and much more!

Warframe is a home built by the dedication of every Tenno. Now, let’s celebrate our ongoing journey in that massive world together!

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taintassassin · 4 hours ago

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this honestly feels like societally normalized grooming of minors.

first, the parent sticks a device in front of their kid’s face to keep them quiet and out of the way, almost as if the parent didn’t let themselves process whether or not they actually like children before they decided to reproduce. and of course they add no or very minimal effort into restricting the types of content and communities their child stumbles upon, so the kid is left defenseless to the internet’s endless array of content, possibly by the ages of 3-7.

then as the child grows older (9-12), either the minor has to grow up fast enough to parent themself on the internet using filters, block features, and active work to keep themself safe, or the minor has to give into peer pressure and sexualize themself before they fully understand what they’re doing. and what minor is gonna do the former, especially when children always assume that they know everything just because they survived their last exposure to something mature and beyond their comprehension? plus, they see the behavior of their friends (which in the age of digital friendship, their friends could easily be closer to their parents’ age), and they feel like they’re missing out on hanging with the more mature group. they want autonomy, and they see older people’s behavior and think that it’s automatically more autonomous because older people have more autonomy in general.

either way, the child grows up too fast. leaving them fully vulnerable to grooming, exploitation, abuse, bullying, exposure to inappropriate material, and other interactions that can literally count towards your ACE (adverse childhood experiences) score. even if they do filter all their socials or just draw and play games instead, both the art and gaming communities are full of exploitation (kids being used as labor to make roblox games or animations for no pay, kids in both communities being funneled into discord servers where fully grown adults have unrestricted access to them, being scammed out of money or bullied/pressured into inappropriate actions like self harm or sharing inappropriate photos, etc).

these kids turn into emotionally stunted adults who are more likely to have mental health disorders, self esteem issues, ptsd-like symptoms, stunted attention spans, struggles with emotional intimacy, desensitization to extreme content, disconnection from reality, insomnia, weakened emotional regulation skills, decision fatigue, and an increased sense of personal failure, among other issues that make it really difficult to function as an adult, as well as making it very easy for them to be manipulated, pressured, abused, and exploited in the future, even making it feel normal to them.

kids matter because they’re people. they have emotions just like you and i. and they don’t even understand all of them, even as teenagers. expecting them to make decisions like this for themselves is entirely unfair and selfish. but that’s just the culture we live in, isn’t it?

“Sorry, 14 year old! Don’t you know it’s your responsibility to filter untagged porn out of your algorithm and feed? We adults have no responsibility to keep the internet safe whatsoever.”

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ihatedtoadmit · 13 hours ago

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Too much

pairing: Bang Chan x gn! reader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: self-hatred

word count: ~2.6k

summary: Loneliness is a silent killer, although when you notice its presence, you almost run into its blade willingly, had it not been for Chan to save you from yourself.

a/n: I know. Chan again. I apologise but he is my comfort place, in a sense.

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It was supposed to be a normal day, like any other, yet the weight in my chest only proved me wrong. It settled over me like a veil–, no, like chains, dragging me down to the bottom of the sea. Darkness enveloped me now, both in mind and in body, form hidden beneath the thick layer of my blanket. Even its fuzzy texture and soft fibres couldn’t comfort me, something I had thought impossible before.

Now, it was my reality.

I had woken up like usual, left alone in the shared apartment of my significant other. He worked hard, far harder than anyone I’d ever known, passionate about his job to a degree I could only ever hope to understand. My own work was remote, not needing me to leave the house much, if at all. Still, that had never stopped him from leaving me a message on my phone, always leading to us chatting until he got back home.

Until those messages had turned more and more sparse, comeback season having kept him understandably busy. It had always been a stressful season for him and the entire team, a fact I understood without a doubt.

Yet, on this particular day, a realisation had dawned on me: I relied on him too much.

For so long – practically between comeback seasons – we spent our days together, may that be through phone or not. And as he now worked away in his studio, far too busy to check my message, I’d realised how empty I felt. How my days were spent waiting for a notification, my heart caring too much about one person.

Talking with others didn’t feel the same, or at least those who understood me to a similar degree to him were just as busy, if somehow not more. I’d become isolated in this place, a prison of my own doing.

How I despised my heart for choosing who to trust the most, who to run to for attention when possible, like a touch-starved dog begging for headpats.

It was what had driven me beneath my blanket, curled up until my joints shifted and bones creaked, entirely too weakly body groaning in protest. I understood why it was screaming at me as it was I who had decided to lay there for hours, unmoving, on the verge of tears yet not quite letting them fall. Every single time my thoughts took a turn and over-analysed another interaction with someone, with him, my eyes turned glossy, imprisoning those crystalline droplets like my thoughts had imprisoned me.

I couldn’t believe how clingy I had become, how deeply it was embedded into my nature despite my endless tries to get rid of it, ever since I was a child. No human being could ever possibly give me this much of their attention, no matter how they said it was fine, as it was physically impossible.

I’d been hurt by those promises too much in the past to believe them again.

Yet, even now, I kept listening, breath stilling just so I could hear the soft buzzing of my phone: the telltale sign of a notification. None came, however, and I was left only feeling worse, like a leech that had somehow managed to deceive those around it. They hadn’t signed up for someone like me upon the beginning of our friendships; nobody would have expected to suddenly get a friend who needed attention practically all day and week.

My body shivered and I only curled up tighter, the day now gone with me having done nothing at all. No chores, no hobbies, nothing. I was lucky enough to have had today off work-wise, although perhaps it would have taken my mind off of this thing.

I wasn’t sure, although I would have had this realisation sooner or later anyway.

The lock turned and I froze, body straining to check my phone for a time. The sudden light blinded me and yet I powered through it, burning eyes confirming my suspicions: it was far too early for Chan to be home.

His steps had already halted somewhere in the living room, voice laced with worry as he called out to me. It was enough for me to know that I would be caught had I gone out to greet him, nowhere near a state stable enough to pretend I was fine. My glossy eyes only watered more from having checked my phone, sensitive to the bright light after being in the darkness for so long.

The door slowly creaked open and light poured in from behind me, yet I remained still, hoping he’d think I was asleep. It was strange enough I hadn’t greeted him back, tall form laden with comfy clothes and waddling out to greet him with an all-encompassing hug.

Now he only got a small lump under a blanket, still and unresponsive.

His voice was quiet as he called out to me again, gentle, as if speaking any louder would shatter me. The hand that now caressed my shoulder was equally gentle, if not more, careful to not put any pressure on me. Despite that I didn’t move, mindful of my breathing and keeping it steady.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Apparently I was much too late to pretend I was fine, easy to read like an open book.

“Are you having a bad day mentally, or physically?” – he tried again, that beautiful voice even more tender, just for my sake.

I shifted then, curling up even tighter, if possible, yet it wasn’t enough to break the connection we had. Chan’s hand remained firm on my shoulder, as if it was written in the fabric of reality to be so.

“How did you know?” – my voice was small, too small, yet he didn’t comment on it. “You only ever do this when something’s wrong. Besides, this is your comfort blanket, love. You use it when you want to feel cosy and whenever you’re in need of a hug. Don’t shut me out, please? We’ve talked about this. Let me hug you, let me take care of you.”

His words were met with silence, although my lower lip was trembling as the coil within my chest was wound too tight now. He didn’t see it, of course not, it was physically impossible. I’d positioned myself to not be seen, ashamed of myself and who I’d become, who I truly was.

The hold on my shoulder tightened ever so slightly, worry no doubt coursing through Chan’s veins at my lack of response. It was extremely rare for one of us to do this, to go completely silent; we’d laid down some rules in our relationship long ago, just so there wouldn’t be any hurt feelings over misunderstandings. But I couldn’t speak now.

Not when doing so would break the dam inside my heart, letting everything ugly I’d kept inside spill out and taint this wonderful person.

Chan didn’t speak again as he instead let his actions do all the talking, the bed dipping behind me as he laid down. I wasn’t engulfed and I wasn’t moved; he simply had that hand on my arm now, thumb going back and forth in a comforting motion I didn’t deserve. He didn’t know how it only made me feel worse, to receive comfort when I was the one supposed to be giving it.

To be so weak and dependent on someone who was already dealing with too many things, it disgusted me.

I disgusted myself.

I wasn’t sure how long we had remained like that, just him quietly laying behind me as I fought against my tears. Eventually I failed, the droplets spilling forth and leaving behind glistening trails on my skin. A soft sniffle escaped me without my consent, causing the hold on my arm to tighten, yet Chan never pressed for a response or explanation.

He knew it wouldn’t work, knew it would only cause me to shut myself off.

Instead the sheets rustled as I moved sluggishly, limbs aching and joints popping. I could already see the grimace on his face at the sounds, knowing not all were natural but due to the state of my withering body. No matter, it wasn’t important right now.

“Channie, be honest. Am I too much?”

I watched as his expression shifted, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He probably didn’t expect such a question without warning, although to me, its presence made complete sense. This gaping emptiness in my chest perhaps hadn’t formed today, but I finally noticed it and things couldn’t stay the same. Not anymore.

I couldn’t keep being this dependent on a few people, on him all alone.

“What? Where did you even get this idea? Of course you’re not. You’re my baby, my love, my everything. Did someone comment something like this again?” – his voice was rushed, firm, as if in a race to reassure me.

I shook my head, denying his claims.

“Then what happened? Where did you get that stupid idea from?”

My eyes momentarily closed as his hand slid up to my face, wiping a few tears away, only to have more in their wake. He didn’t stop though and instead lingered there, the missed warmth of his hand slowing the droplets’ descent.

“I just realised some things now that you’re busy. Nobody said anything to me.”

Those warm orbs twisted at my words, turning darker and pained. Both his hands held my face now and with so much affection I felt like I was robbing the man, feeling a twist in my stomach at just how worried he seemed now.

“And what did you realise?” – his voice was smaller this time, as if afraid to ask, to know.

A deep inhale expanded my chest forcefully, yet once again not enough to sever our bond. His hands remained firmly in place, thumbs catching my ever-falling tears, causing my chest to tighten impossibly more. The ends of my lips dipped the moment I could feel the dam cracking within my heart, within my soul, disgusting tar and sewage leaking out through the thin openings.

And he stood at its foot, arms open, ready to let it wash over him.

“How can you tolerate me? I yap and whine a lot, even when I know you’re busy and stressed. Even now, I should be the one comforting you and yet here I am, breaking down, again. This isn’t fair towards you, to have someone so demanding as me as your partner. Or as someone in your life in general. I’m clingy and can easily overthink things, needing constant reassurance that nobody has the fucking time or energy to give. Of course they don’t, it’s physically impossible, so why? Why do you look at me like this, as if seeing me in pain hurts you?” – my voice died near the end, cracking from the unbearable weight of my emotions.

Chan didn’t hesitate.

Steady arms pulled me close and buried me into his chest, as if he was openly offering the place for me to live. His heart beat strongly in its cage, and I didn’t doubt that he would have scooted it away just to give me space there. It was such a Chan thing to do, to give without needing anything back and it only drove that self-inflicted knife deeper into my own chest.

“That’s not true. Maybe you don’t believe me right now, but none of what you said is true.”

His hold on me only tightened as he muttered those words into my hair, holding me so tight it felt as if he thought I would disappear otherwise.

“First of all, you take care of me plenty, my love. You always check in on me, leave me something each day to enjoy. Sometimes it’s a small note with a doodle and a short, but sweet message on it, other times it’s some cookies I can take in and eat with the boys. Just the other night you held me like this, lulling me to sleep with your gentle touches and humming.”

A violent sob tore itself out of me at that, two sides of my mind warring against each other. One wanted to believe Chan’s words, that I had some worth and wasn’t just some greedy bastard, while the other was incapable of accepting such things. They fought against each other in a violent battle, rendering me a sobbing mess in someone’s arms who I didn’t even think I was deserving of.

Yet, Chan’s arms remained around me, as if saying ‘You do deserve it’.

“Secondly, you always do your best to respect my space out of your own volition. I’ve never had to ask for it, because whenever you know I’m at work or stressed, you keep to yourself a bit. Only when I replied or I’m obviously free do you bombard me with messages or cutely start rambling about a new hyperfixation of yours. And I love it when you do that. I love seeing you be so excited about something that you nearly burst at the seams, and even be more excited to tell me about it.” – his voice was tender, so sure in itself even in its wavering state.

I didn’t react, overwhelmed by the emotions wrecking my body from the inside, despicable and ugly.

Yet, he still loved me like this, and I couldn’t understand how.

“You’ve never been too much, love. It’s okay to feel lonely at times, to feel more comfortable with certain people than others. That’s why I and your closest friends are here, and I’m sure they’d say the same. We love you both when you’re quiet and more reserved, and when you can barely contain your excitement over wanting to share something.”

A hiccup escaped me at that, and I just knew I’d tainted his t-shirt, terribly so.

“But you’re busy and stressed, and also have to take care of the boys besides yourself. I don’t—I don’t want to add onto that by being clingy. I hate that I feel the need to do so.” “You wouldn’t, my love. Never. But to make you feel better, how about I’ll put my phone on don’t disturb when I’m busy, hm? Then you can message me whenever you want, and when I’m free, I’ll reply shortly. Would that make you feel better?”

I nodded into his shirt, although that solution was a mere bandage to an open wound. Blood kept gushing from it as the plaster could do nothing against its force, only time and self-reflection able to heal it, if anything.

My knuckles turned white from the force I held onto him, greedily basking in his warmth despite knowing I shouldn’t.

“Please don’t ever keep it in if you ever feel like this again. I’m always there for you, my love, always. And you should know by now, silly,” – his voice gained a certain lightness to it, desperately hoping to lift this heavy atmosphere in the room – “I love nothing more than taking care of the boys, taking care of you. It’s what drives me to be better, to always be there for you in case of anything.”

His lips pressed into the crown of my head, sending warmth gently crawling down my spine, easing the knots in my stomach and the tense state of my muscles.

“You give so much yet ask for nothing, deriving yourself of even your basic needs.” “Perhaps that’s why Seungminnie said you’re dating a version of yourself.”

A chuckle blossomed in Chan’s chest at that, brief but sincere all the same. I smiled at the sound, unable to keep it in when it was one of my favourites.

“Can we stay like this for a little bit longer?” “Always, my love. Always.”

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causeimhappinesss · 3 days ago

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Confidentiality (part 1)

Warnings: one night stand (no smut), manipulation, angst, drama, unplanned pregnancy

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x reader (Joseph Quinn x reader but you won't see her)

Words: 2,2k

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language (I’m french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :)

The energy in the ballroom has shifted. The earlier buzz with the endless chatter, the effervescent laughter, the clinking of champagne glasses, has dulled into something softer, more intimate. Conversations have turned low and private, exchanged in shadowed corners and over the last remnants of half-finished drinks. The chandeliers overhead cast a golden glow, but it’s dimmer now, as if even they are growing tired. The scent of expensive perfume still lingers in the air, mixing with the deeper notes of whiskey and the faint, smoky trace of extinguished candles. The waitstaff moves silently between guests, clearing away glasses, smoothing tablecloths, restoring order.

I exhale, my shoulders dropping as I roll my neck from side to side. The ache in my feet has settled into a dull throb, a reminder of how many hours I’ve spent weaving through the crowd, making sure everything runs seamlessly.

Making sure he has everything he needs.

Joseph.

I spot him near the bar.

He’s alone, one hand braced on the polished wood, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose. His tuxedo jacket is missing, abandoned somewhere between handshakes and photo ops. The crisp white of his dress shirt is slightly rumpled. His dark eyes are shining while he scans his surroundings.

He looks… worn.

Not drunk, not exactly. But there’s a weight in the way he stands, a tension in his shoulders that wasn’t there earlier. I move toward him, the hum of the room fading into the background, and I clear my throat.

“You okay?”

He lifts his head at my voice, blinking as if pulling himself back to the moment. His gaze finds mine, and up close, I can see the tiredness etched into the lines around his eyes.

“Yeah…” he says, though his voice is quieter now, rougher than earlier. His weight shifts slightly, like he’s steadying himself.

“Just… a headache. And I think one of the drinks hit harder than expected.”

His words come slow, deliberate. I study him for a second, noting the slight flush creeping up his neck, the way his fingers flex against the edge of the bar. Warm skin, glassy eyes. Not wasted, but close enough to feel it. Does he know how gorgeous and magnetic he is? No wonder so many women dream to meet him and especially to date him… As quickly as possible, I shake those thoughts away.

Yeah, I guess the champagne is hitting harder than I anticipated!

His team is still engaged in conversation a few feet away, laughter bubbling up between them. They haven’t noticed him pulling back. Or maybe they have and assume he’s fine. Alas, he doesn’t look like he wants to be fine right now.

“You want to head up?” I ask, keeping my voice light.

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, after a pause, he gives a small nod.

“Would you…?” He exhales a soft laugh, barely there, as if amused by his own hesitation.

“Just walk me up? Make sure I don’t get lost in some hallway on the way?”

His attempt at humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but there’s something else there. Something quieter.

Gratitude.

Trust.

My stomach tenses in a way I don’t fully understand.

I should direct him to someone else, one of his assistants, maybe, or someone from the team who’s actually on payroll for this.

But I don’t.

Instead, I nod.

“Of course.”

The ride up is quiet. The soft chime of the elevator punctuates the silence, the polished brass doors reflecting our figures back at us. Joseph leans against the mirrored wall, eyes closing for a second before he straightens.

“Sorry… I usually handle these things better.” He mutters.

“These things?”

He tilts his head, a ghost of amusement passing over his features.

“Long nights. Too many people. Too many drinks I didn’t really want.”

I watch him, the way his fingers flex against the railing. The tension still sits in his shoulders, in the faint crease between his brows.

“You don’t have to apologize for being human, you know. Your body is probably just very tired.”

His lips twitch, like he wants to smile, but it seems he doesn’t quite have the energy. The chime sounds again. The doors slide open to a quiet hallway, thick carpet swallowing our footsteps as we step out. Then, with a card, he unlocks a door and waves me to follow him inside.

For a second, silence settles. A thick, heavy quiet, disrupted only by the distant hum of the city through the window. The suite is dimly lit, a soft amber glow spilling from the wall sconces, stretching shadows across the sleek furniture. The air carries the faint scent of cologne and the sharper bite of whiskey, remnants of the evening clinging to his skin.

Joseph exhales, running a hand through his hair.

“Well…” he says, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “That was an evening.”

I let out a breathy laugh.

“It definitely had its moments.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand why people assume actors love these things. Fancy rooms, stiff conversations, pretending to care about a canapé that tastes like cardboard.”

I smirk.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t enjoy every second of making small talk with strangers who only know you from their Netflix queue?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Shocking, I know.”

His fingers brush over his temple, rubbing lightly.

“It’s all a bit much sometimes.” He sighs, before he licked his lips.

I watch him for a moment. The exhaustion sits deeper in his features, in the faint crease between his brows, in the way his large shoulders don’t quite relax even now.

“Well, thanks for making sure I didn’t pass out in the elevator. You didn’t have to.”

I shrug and chuckles, seeing how the big man saw me as his “savior”, which seems a bit ridiculous.

“It’s technically my job.”

His lips quirk, but there’s something softer behind it.

“Still. I appreciate it.”

He moves toward the armchair, shrugging off his jacket as he does. The fabric slides down his arms, revealing the crisp white of his dress shirt, the sleeves already slightly rolled. He tosses the jacket onto the back of the chair before undoing the first few buttons at his collar, exhaling slowly as if he can finally breathe.

I shift my weight, suddenly aware of the way my heels dig into my feet. With a small, relieved sigh, I reach down and slip them off, curling my toes against the plush carpet. A shudder of relief rolls through me.

“That bad?” Joseph teases, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“You have no idea.”

I flex my foot, wincing slightly.

“I think I lost circulation somewhere around dessert.”

He grins, leaning against the table, watching me. The air between us shifts. Not tense, not yet. Just different.

“Drink before you go?” he asks, already reaching for the small bar cart.

I hesitate. I should say no. I should call it a night, slip back into the professionalism I’ve worn all evening. But then his fingers graze mine as he hands me the glass. A slow, deliberate touch. Just enough to send a shiver running down my spine. I look up. His eyes are already on me, watching, waiting. The glass is warm in my palm, but his touch lingers longer than it should. The silence stretches, a beat too long. A look too much. He steps forward slightly, close enough that I catch the faint trace of whiskey on his breath, the warmth of him seeping into the space between us.

“Maybe you should go…” he murmurs.

A challenge flickers in his gaze.

“Unless you don’t feel like it.”

My pulse trips. His voice is quiet, but it hooks into something deep, something reckless.

I should leave.

I don’t.

His fingers brush against mine again, barely there. A whisper of contact, but enough to send heat curling low in my stomach.

Something shifts.

The space between us disappears.

The scent of coffee lingers in the air before I even open my eyes. Warm, rich, slightly burnt. Something sweeter lingers in the air, like pastries, maybe fruits, or the last trace of cologne on the sheets. The bed feels too good, huge. I shift slightly, the sheets cool where he no longer lies, twisted in soft folds around my bare skin. My body aches, not unpleasantly, but insistently. A reminder of last night. My eyes remain closed for a moment longer, breathing in the stillness. If I don’t move, if I don’t look, I can pretend the moment won’t slip away.

But then I hear it.

The faint clink of porcelain. The subtle rustle of fabric. And I know I’m not alone.

I open my eyes.

Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, one leg bent, the other foot planted firmly on the floor. He’s already dressed? At least partially. His black pants hang loose on his hips, the hem of his white dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hollow of his throat. Wrinkled fabric clings to his frame, sleeves rolled up carelessly.

He looks up from his phone, as if sensing my gaze.

“Morning.” he murmurs. His voice is rough, lower than usual.

I swallow and rub my eyes. The lack of sleep is hitting more than I expected… It’s not like I had a lot of sleep.

“Morning.”

My throat is dry. I push myself up onto my elbows, the sheet sliding down my body. His eyes flicker briefly downward before he glances away. I follow his gaze to the bedside table. A silver tray sits there, a pot of coffee, two cups, a small selection of pastries. Not extravagant. Not intimate. Just fuel.

“You… Uh, ordered breakfast?” I ask.

He nods, picking up his coffee.

“Figured you’d need something before heading out.”

Heading out.

The words settle uncomfortably in my chest.

I reach for a croissant, tearing it apart carefully. Flaky layers crumble beneath my fingertips. The butter melts against the warmth of my skin. We eat in silence. Not awkward, but not easy either. Like something unspoken lingers between us, just out of reach. Joseph scrolls through his phone, thumb moving absently. The quiet stretches. Something about it sits wrong. I sip my coffee, letting the bitterness coat my tongue before setting the cup down.

“Mind if I shower?”

His gaze flickers up, as if surprised I’m still here.

“Go ahead. Towels are in the cabinet.”

I slip out of bed, wrapping the sheet around me as I walk toward the bathroom. My dress lies in a crumpled heap near the door. I don’t look at it.

Not long after that, the shower is hot, almost scalding. Steam curls around me as I stand under the spray, letting the water rush over my skin. My body hums from the heat, muscles sore in places I don’t want to think about. I press my palms against the cool tiles, inhaling deep, steady breaths.

Last night shouldn’t have happened.

I know this.

And yet, in the dark, with his mouth on my skin, his hands gripping my hips, none of it had felt wrong. I let the water wash over me a little longer before finally shutting it off. By the time I step out, the mirror is fogged, the air thick with the scent of his shampoo. I grab a towel, wrapping it tightly around me before opening the door…

I freeze.

Joseph sits on the armchair by the window, a pen in his hand, a piece of paper resting on the table beside him. His face is unreadable. Detached. Cool. He taps the pen against the paper, then gestures toward it.

“I need you to sign this.”

I frown, stepping closer. Water drips from my hair onto the plush carpet. The towel clings to my skin.

A contract.

No.

A confidentiality agreement.

A slow, heavy weight settles, in my stomach.

I stare at the words, then at him. My fingers tighten around the edge of the towel.

“You’re joking.”

His expression doesn’t change. He looks at me with his big brown eyes as if I was too dumb to understand his words.

“It’s standard.”

“Standard…” I repeat, my throat tight.

I let the word roll on my tongue, tasting the weight of it, the hollowness. I laugh, the sound so sharp and humorless.

“Right. Because sleeping with me was just another PR risk to manage, wasn’t it?”

His jaw tightens and he frowns.

“That’s not…” He exhales, shifting slightly. “It’s not personal, okay?”

Not personal.

A simple thing, really. Just another signature on another paper, as forgettable as a bar tab. I reach for the pen. My pulse pounds in my ears as I sign my name with slow, deliberate strokes, each letter carved into the paper like an open wound. And then, just beneath it, I scrawl:

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on bragging.”

Joseph watches me. He says nothing.

I cap the pen, setting it down with more force than necessary, then straighten. The towel feels suffocating now, heavy against my skin.

“Thanks for breakfast. And the hospitality.” I say, my voice even. Almost pleasant.

I move past him, grabbing my dress from the floor. The fabric is cold against my fingers, the weight of last night still clinging to it. I step into it without care for grace or poise. My hands don’t shake as I zip it up. I don’t look at him when I reach for my heels. I don’t say anything when I walk toward the door.

Of course, he doesn’t stop me.

Why would he?

I was just to stupid to hook up with the “great and amazing” Joseph Quinn.

Hey! Here’s the first chapter of the series I had announced about my drama/angst idea with Joseph Quinn. Now, there's so much tea that I don’t even know if I’ll continue… Let me know if it’s worth it!

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wannabe-fic-writer · 2 days ago

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Be Mine - Chapter 2

Summary: With work out of the way for the time being, you’re able to spend your time on more interesting things.

Warnings: Minor Language, Sexual tension

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Work consumes you in the following weeks, leaving you confined to either your office at the company or your office at home.

Aside from the needed breaks to eat and shower, all of your time is taken up.

The non white collar aspect of your work had your head very deep in the books. Despite having numerous people running the business of your other establishments you still very much had to manage the finances of all of them. It was up to you to decide how to spend the money that was coming in, between paying all your people and allocating the appropriate amount of funds to each business, you were swamped.

The very legal business you were running saw to it that you had endless paperwork and video call meetings to handle, which led to consulting with your CFO and, at times, members of your board of directors. Kissing their asses was nowhere on the list of things you enjoyed doing at work but you did what needed to be done to continue prospering in all your business ventures.

“Miss Udaku I assure you, you have my full backing. The clowns who oversee my international relations aren’t always the brightest.” Your tone remains smooth, a charming smile thrown in to help assuage the Wakandan woman’s frustrations.

Hard brown eyes remain narrow, the woman leaning back against her sleek leather office chair with her arms crossed. After a pause her accented voice speaks up,“ if they don’t know how to handle things I would rather not go through them in our future dealings.”

You nod,“ I will send you my personal contacts as soon as possible. No middlemen, you will always speak directly with me.”

That seems to chip away at the attitude she had when she first called. A curt nod is given to you as her shoulders relax in the slightest.“ Their little run around game has set my operations back by weeks.”

“I understand, and I apologize for that.” Your hands clasp together as you lean forward on your desk.“ I am more than willing to offer my finances and resources to you. I believe a good friend of mine has some prototypes that would be of good use to you and your project.”

“Prototype of what?” Her voice holds controlled intrigue and you know you’ve gotten her exactly where you need her.

Your gaze shifts from the monitor on your wall to the door as it opens, Steve stepping in with two cups in hand. The instant the slightest whiff of the caffeine in the cup hits your nose, you nearly groan.

Before you get lost in your need for caffeine, you focus on the woman on your monitor.“ Nano tech. Top of the line and very exclusive.”

She’s silent. Then she smirks.“ How soon can you get it to me?”

“Three days tops. I’ll make sure it’s more than a big enough sample.” You assure, giving her a smile that she returns.

A few minutes are spent hashing out the finer details of the deal but she’s satisfied with it in the end, so you hang up feeling accomplished.

With a heavy sigh, you collapse back onto your couch. Steve crosses the room and hands the coffee cup over, watching as you take a long sip and drop your head back.

“Long day huh boss?” Steve drops back into the armchair beside the couch.

You huff, finally opening your eyes then nodding.“ I had to convince Xu Xialing not to terminate our contract and just finished talking Shuri Udaku out of looking elsewhere for a partnership. Between the two, my INT. department is completely fucking up. Now I’m going to have to kiss Stark’s ass to get my hands on a sample of Nano tech.”

“Good luck with that.” Steve snorts, knowing how difficult the billionaire could be. His massive ego and sarcasm is mainly to do with that, otherwise he’s not as much of a pain.

Sighing, you take another sip of coffee just as your phone pings. It’s no doubt just a notification reminding you of yet another meeting, one probably less important than the ones you’ve already had today but still something that you planned to handle.

You get up to go check it, finding that it’s exactly what you thought it was. It’s a pitch meeting. Technically speaking, you could have whatever presentation there is sent to you or you can send your assistant and she could handle taking notes for you and you could go over them at home tonight or tomorrow.

“You know,” Steve pipes up, turning in the chair a little,“ Buck wanted us to swing by tonight.”

“Oh is that so?” Amusement laces your tone.“ I’m almost positive that the invitation was mainly extended to you.”

The blonde can’t deny that, of course his boyfriend wanted to see him. But you’re also his friend and they both love spending time with you. That, however, wouldn’t be quite convincing enough for a workaholic such as yourself.

“True. But he’d still love to see you,” his blue eyes divert to his cup of coffee,“ and I believe a certain redhead is working tonight.”

Now that, that certainly grabbed your attention. Your gaze slowly pans from the papers on your desk to the man sitting across the office. There’s a knowing look on his face that makes your eyebrows raise.“ Do you have something to say, Rogers?”

With a small smirk he says,“ just that I noticed the way you watched her dance. We’ve seen dozens of girls on that stage but none caught your attention quite like she did.” Your jaw drops in the slightest at his words, eyebrows practically shooting into your hairline.“ It’s either her or we drop by the bar and see if the other redhead shows up. I saw you slip her your personal number.”

“Steven,” you pause to come up with a response which just makes him laugh softly,“ I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Is your best comeback.

He snorts, then stands and walks over.“ Come on boss,” a gentle hand lands on your shoulder as he looks down at you,“ time for a break. A real one.” He adds when he sees you about to rebuttal.

The two of you enter a stare down. If you weren’t trying to intimidate him with your glare, you might’ve outright laughed at the situation. The moment reminded you of your earlier days together.

You and Steve have known each other since your freshman year in high school, having met in a class you shared and finding out you had many things in common, the two of you became best friends fairly fast. He was the kind of person you knew would be a lifelong friend and you were right.

Through the years you noticed that you were far more well off money wise than he was. In freshman year of college, his parents passed and his finances got worse. He was struggling to get by and was close to dropping out of school when you had what you deemed the most brilliant idea ever.

At the time, you were a pain in your parents’ asses. You knew of the family business and understood the dangers it presented to you, but you also believed you could handle yourself and you hated having black suited men follow you around campus. This always led to you ditching the bodyguards they assigned to you.

Your idea was for Steve to become your bodyguard. You trusted him with your life already and he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb in school, your parents also saw him as a son so that was a plus. It was considerably easy to convince them with the promise of behaving added to your request.

Steve was soon trained by your parents’ best guards and has been your guard ever since. The two of you have gone through more life or death situations than most best friends but those moments only drew you closer. In between those scenarios, were the ones such as this, the two of you trying to convince each other to do something.

This time around, it’s Steve who wins your stare down.

“Alright, fine. We can go see your boyfriend.” You grumble, shutting your laptop and collecting your stuff before following a smiling Steve out of the office.

On your way down to the car, Steve’s idle chatter fading to the background, your mind wanders to the topic of conversation in your office.

Steve was absolutely right. Since the moment you saw her step on stage, Natasha has been in your head.

Her attitude towards you wasn’t surprising, she no doubt dealt with a bunch of rich assholes all day and wasn’t impressed in the slightest that you owned the club. Your charm might not have meant much either. It seemed you got her with your comment on her eyes though, but you just chalk that surprise up to the fact that she’s probably used to sexual compliments on her body rather than genuine ones regarding anything else.

Yes, you did admire her body because she’s drop dead gorgeous. But you especially couldn’t get the image of those green eyes and that little smirk out of your head. The sound of her sultry voice also plagued you, it being something you wanted to hear again.

Alongside her was the redhead from the piano bar, Wanda. She too was gorgeous, but her looks weren’t the focus of your thoughts on her. She was also mysterious, maybe even more so than Natasha. Her marriage failed and she seems to like strawberry margaritas, and that’s all you knew. You want to know more but the likelihood of her ever calling some random stranger from a bar for “a distraction” was very low.

Work kept you from obsessing over the women, but they crept into your mind whenever the opportunity arose.

A knock on your window startles you from your thoughts. Steve’s expectant expression meets your eyes through the tinted glass and you realize you’d made it to the club, not even sure how’d you gotten into the car with the way you were so lost in thought.

Throwing the door open, you get out, adjusting your suit jacket and the collar of your shirt.

“Everything okay?” Steve asks, brows pinched together.

You respond with,“ just peachy,” delivering a slap to his arm before you make your way towards the club.

The place is much more packed tonight, which is expected with it being a Friday evening. Much like last time, music plays from the speakers scattered around the building, dim lights add to the ambience.

Bucky is quick to approach and you give him a greeting, falling into brief idle catch up before you b-line for the bar, leaving the two men to their alone time.

The bartender is quick to approach, taking your drink order and making it along with a few other cocktails. Once you have the whiskey sour, you turn to the stage. One of the new girls is gyrating and twerking to a fast paced song, the men surrounding the stage throw cash and shout vulgarly at her.

A roll of your eyes accompanies a sigh. Crossing the floor, you plop down onto the cushions of a luxurious leather couch in the corner. It’s no better than the couch in your office but the change of scenery does. . . something, so you sink into the couch, head laid back with your eyes closed.

It’s far from silent here and the chatter gets louder when Bucky and Steve join you in your section. The shift of music suggests a change in dancers and the type of music lets you know you won’t be much interested in who is on stage.

With the occasional sip of your drink and an eventual refill, you unwind in the slightest. A waitress comes by and you hear Steve place an order, your ideal meal from here being listed among the others.

As you’re sitting there, a part of you wishes you’d just gone home. Your bed would be a million times comfier, you might’ve actually fallen asleep. Steve might not have agreed though, knowing that you somehow would have made your way into your office.

The thought of going home is quickly dashed when a familiarly sultry voice sounds from above you.

“You look stressed sugar, want a dance?” Her voice is accompanied by the feeling of her hand trailing up your arm to your shoulder.

Smirking, you crack your eyes open to look at the redhead standing right in front of you. When you lift your head, face no longer bathed in darkness, you can see the way she falters ever so slightly: smirk replaced by a small frown of surprise.

Purposely, you wait to respond, using that time to both drink in her appearance and make her sweat a little.

“Now that you mention it, I’d love a dance.” Your hand lifts, palm facing up, waiting to see if she’ll take it.

Her hand smoothly slips into yours and she shifts to hold it properly. Standing up, you let her guide you away from the section, eyes catching onto the sway of her hips.

The private rooms are down the hallway parallel to the one occupied by the staff/office area. It’s a slight shift in scenery: the walls aren’t as dark, the lights a little brighter, and the music more seductive than raunchy.

Natasha takes you into one of the rooms, the curtain being drawn shut after you’ve both entered. The back wall is curved, a plush black sectional fitting perfectly into the space. In the middle of the semi-circular sectional is a golden pole, sitting on a platform underneath a ring of light.

The redhead raises an expectant eyebrow at you, with a chuckle you walk over to the couch and sit down, spreading your legs as your eyes roam over the room.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to come back.” Comes her voice, making you look at her with blatant shock.

Shifting to sit up straighter, you ask,“ and why is that?”

With a shrug to appear nonchalant, she presses a few buttons on the panel on the wall, plunging the room in a dark red light as she responds,“ this is your business. And with the way some of the girls spoke about you, you’re here often.”

A light chuckle falls from your lips, head shaking.“ Often huh?” You then stand and cross over to the bar cart to fix two drinks.“ What exactly is often meant to mean?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs again, trying not to look awkward as she steps onto the small platform to wait by the pole,“ one a week maybe.”

You nod.“ Well I certainly don’t come often. This isn’t my only business and even if it were, I trust Bucky and Melina to run things without me hovering.”

Turning back, you allow a small frown to fall over your features. Admittedly, her expecting you to actually want a dance is fair, given that’s what you said. But in truth, that’s not what you accepted her offer for.

“You don’t have to,” setting the glasses on the table, you hold your hand out to her,“ dance I mean.” She hesitates, eyes narrowed suspiciously.“ Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoy watching you, but I really said yes so that we could talk.”

“What, are you going to fire me?” She remains on the platform, watching you as if your response will determine if she takes your hand or not.

Shaking your head, you tell her,“ not at all. I just- our first meeting left me curious, I want to know you, Natasha.”

As you partly expected, the denial of you firing her results in her taking your hand and allowing you to guide her to the couch. The two of you sit, drinks in hands seconds later. While she remains upright, back perfectly straight against the back cushion, you tuck one leg under yourself, uncaring of the wrinkles the position will cause in your suit.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” is your immediate and honest response, followed by a sip of your drink.“ But perhaps we could start with whatever your willinging to share.”

You certainly never missed her hesitance toward you, attributing that to her not trusting you or your intentions. She’s likely met many men in a position such as yours who had very clear intentions that were far from what yours are. She’s probably heard a million and one lies from people trying to get something from her that she wasn’t happy with giving. If she’s anything like the other girls, she has every reason to question people.

“I’m 30 years old, I live in Manhattan-”

“Okay, okay, maybe we can try something I didn’t read in your employment file. Like uh, what is your favorite song?”

The inconsequential question makes her laugh quietly. Head shaking, she tells you,“ at the moment, I’ve been kind of obsessed with Cheap Thrills.”

“By Sia?”

“That’s the one,” the smile she gives is borderline shy.“ I like the beat and it puts me in a good mood.”

When you smile, there’s nothing but genuineness in it. So much so that Natasha cracks a real smile for the first time.

Shifting closer, her knee brushes against yours, as she leans her shoulder against the back of the couch.“ What’s yours?” Green eyes shine slightly with intrigue.

You laugh softly and answer honestly,“ I’ve been a little obsessed with Something Just Like This by the Chainsmokers.”

“Ooo, I really like that one.” In a completely unexpected display of how much she likes the song, Natasha begins to softly sings the lyrics of one of your favorite songs.

As if you weren’t fully captivated by her before, your jaw slackens and your eyebrows raise in the slightest, every shred of your attention now solely devoted to watching and listening to her sing. If anyone else were in the room, they would say you full on had heart eyes while looking at the woman.

Her singing voice is soft but still carries the heaviness that her speaking voice has.

Whatever metaphorical spell she casted on when you first saw her dancing, you fall further under it at this moment.

A knock from the other side of the curtain pulls you out of your reverie and stops Natasha from singing. Both your gazes snap to the offending sound and, admittedly annoyed at being interrupted, you bark out a,“ what?”

“We gotta go boss, it’s urgent.” Comes the voice of Steve.

Cursing, you tell him you’ll be right out, before you down the rest of your drink and stand. Natasha follows suit, setting her glass on the table and adjusting her set.

Not wanting to just walk out, you turn to her.“ I’ll likely be too busy to come back this week but I’d still like to see you again, soon.”

Gazing at her expression makes you frown slightly as it appears to revert to what it was before you came in here together, her walls are back up and her skepticism has returned.

“Look, Natasha,” the way her name rolls off your tongue has green eyes snapping to yours unwaveringly,“ I understand your reluctance to believe me when I say that I want to get to know you. This place has a certain clientele and unfortunately, the men who frequent here are a dime a dozen-”

“And you aren’t?” Her tone is clipped but you don’t let it deter you.

“Not at all.”

She lets out a disbelieving huff.“ So, you’re not looking for some way younger than you, blonde little thing that you can take to all your important events and show off?” She challenges.

“Definitely not. Flaunting has never been my thing, I’m quite selfish in that way,” you admit, slipping your hands into your pockets.“ When I find a remarkable work of art, I buy it and keep it to myself.”

One of her perfectly arched brows quirks up.“ So you wish to buy me?”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. You certainly didn't think getting her to believe you would be easy and you were right in thinking so.“ No. My only wish is to earn your time, your trust, your respect. And prove myself worthy of keeping it.”

It’s clear that your words take her by surprise, even though she clearly tries to hide it. For the first time in minutes, her gaze drops from yours.“ How would you earn it?”

“Well, I could tell you but given that my words don’t hold much weight with you as of yet, I’d prefer to show you.” Slightly tilting your head down, you catch her eye, offering a small smile.“ I just need one chance.”

Another knock sounds, more urgently and you huff, knowing you can’t stay any longer. You’re sure that, given another minute or two, you’d be able to sway her.

Just before you draw the curtain, she speaks up.“ Lunch, tomorrow at 1, the bistro over on 5th.”

“I’ll be there at 12:45.” You respond, shooting a wink over your shoulder at her.

Due to your back being turned, you don’t see the little smile that Natasha pulls.

#mcu #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel mafia au #mafia au #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader

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xercesroses · 7 hours ago

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I often think about how devastating mage Viktor is and it makes me TWEAK.

I can't even begin to imagine how lonely this Viktor must be. I assume that this Viktor is essentially immortal because he's been traveling for what seems to be lifetimes after lifetimes looking for a way to save universes that's been destroyed by other versions of him.

It makes me wonder how many times he's tried different solutions/runes to give in the universes he visits. His aging is most likely extremely slow since he's able to visit so many universes and watch how they turn out. He could be thousands of years old for all we know.

Mage Viktor most definitely doesn't find any sort of peace in his endless life. He's constantly surrounded by his actions that caused an extinction of all human life. He will always be reminded of how he was responsible for this lifeless land he's created that will stretch to countless universes. The guilt he must feel whenever he looks at the statue of Jayce. How he failed him in every way possible and trapped his soul with him forever.

In a small way, his madness brought himself a blessing; the ability to grow old. Viktor's sole purpose was to push himself to the limits, to succeed his life expectancy and grow old like everyone else around him. If only he knew the grief that growing old would bring him. Mage Viktor was able to succeed his shortened life, but at the cost of everything; at the cost of killing everything/everyone he loved and becoming an aimless man walking with little purpose.

After Jayce saved his universe, I wonder what mage Viktor would do then. Jayce completed his mission of saving his universe, but what then? What else would mage Viktor do with his immortal life? Would he continue to visit other universes with the runes or will he just waste away in his universe? It's sickening just thinking about it.

#arcane #viktor arcane #jayce talis #jayvik #viktor fanfic #arcane fanfic #viktor league of legends #mage viktor #arcane runes #arcane au #hextech

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ttheggrimrreaper · 1 day ago

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Hello can you do headcannons about shidou Barou and Rin getting sick 🤒🤧 please and thank you ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Ofc ofc! Poor boys.. luckily our NB y/n is here to save the day!!

Shidou, Barou, Rin x NB!reader (separately)

Shidou Ryusei

-you would imagine a man in such a state would be forced to calm down..

-you thought wrong.

-if anything, it's gotten worse.. oh so so much worse. You try to walk out that door to go to work or a fresh breath of air..

"Y/NNNNnnnnnm YOUR SUPPOSED TO TAKE OF ME!! THROUGH SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH!"

-worst part about it? You're not even married. His lame excuse for why you have to stay in bed and cuddle? A lie.. well, it won't be a lie soon if it's up to him.

-your running from the kitchen to the bedroom with water at his demand, allergy meds, anything that boy can name. You better make sure he gets, he isn't called a demon for nothing

-he doesn't portray very signs of getting sick before hand, but after years of it, you've picked up on a few.

-he gets a little more touchy (as if that's possible). It's as though he wants to get you sick too, so then you would really have to stay with him.

-he starts to crave your approval more. It's odd how it works with him. But every time he does something he knows you want him to do (like take he shoes off before getting in the house, or taking off his sweaty jersey before getting in bed) he looks to you with wide eyes, waiting for your hum of approval

-in short, Shidou is a menace, will always be a menace, and all sickness does is... Make your life harder

-by the time he is all healed up. Your sick, and him taking care of you? A whole other story,

Barou Shoei

-Well would you look at that, the rare occasion Barou does get sick has occurred,

-good luck entertaining the bedroom. He doesn't like being taken care of, he likes to take care of you.

-Hes shutting himself him, locking himself up, with everything he could possibly need. Including a picture of you. Although your right behind the door, he won't open it, no need for you to be sick too,

-he calls you all the time, even if he could just open the door and talk to you like a normal person, often falling asleep on the phone together.

-although he hates you sleeping on the couch, sometimes he accepts that you have to suffer through that, so you don't have to suffer as much as he is now.

-Should he finally gets tired of your endless begging, he might crack the door open and look at you with a glare.

"can I come in now?"

"only if you wear a mask and gloves'

"BAROUUUUUU NOOOO"

Rin Itoshi

-its odd, It's as though Rins body will only let him get sick ONCE every 6 months. Twice a year, it's a impressive, never has it gone under, or over that for as long as you. Or anyone else you ask, can tell you,

-he says it's not a big deal, just going off to sulk in his room about this flu that is making soccer such an energy taker for him

-he is usually healed up quick, a bunch of medicine, and a bunch of tea and rest

-he has no issue kicking you out of you are stopping him from resting. To the couch you go!

-he comes over 5 minutes later to ask you to come back to bed. He cant rest knowing you're on the sofa alone and banished,

-not much changes, other than he's grumpier. He cant take out his attitude on hitting a certain worm with a ball. (Sorry Isagi, R.I.P)

-all in all, you can't do anything other than just love on him when he asks for it. He has everything else under control.

"Rin, do you need a tiss-

"already have 3 others waiting under the bed."

"how about a cup of t-"

"I already have one on the nightstand."

#bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #blue lock #rin itoshi #shidou ryusei #barou shouei

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thegremlininyourcloset · 2 days ago

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In The Interest Of Getting Myself to Write

What fanfic idea would you like me to write for and then post a snippet of? (Brief description of each under the cut)

most of these are dc wips, but a few are from bsd

Kids In The Dark

Starring: pre-named, post-Hawaii Kon, an original character of mine, and a surprise crossover character (and trust me, it’s not someone you could have predicted)

In which Superboy meets a mysterious vigilante known only as Rebel, who seems to have an odd interest in his… health and wellbeing?

Notes: all the relationships between our main trio are completely platonic! Found family, baby. Also, platonic omegaverse and platonic soulmates because I can

Angst Level: Some

Batgirl, Batgirl, Batgirl…Superboy?

Starring: Newly-personed Kon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Wayne, and Barbara Gordon

Inspired by: Suzukiblu’s wip “The Gotham Kid”

In which a Superboy new-to-existing flees to Gotham, the one place no one would ever look for him. The one and only Spoiler finds herself rather displeased with his situation. Apparently, genes CAN be passed on by found family…

Notes: the Batfamily are cryptids in this one, and the vigilante names might change (so might the title, frankly), once again, around family is the goal! Probably will include stephcass, though.

Angst Level: some. Kon is not doing the best.

Into The Robin-Verse

Starring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Maps Mizoguchi, and Carrie Kelley (and possibly Cassandra Wayne)

Due to a rather unfortunate mishap, assorted Robins hailing from assorted timelines and universes have all appeared to ruin Dick Grayson’s day

Notes: once again, platonic relationships

Angst Level: Not insignificant . All of the Robins are stressed, and have issues.

me & you (at the end of the world)

Starring: Yosano Akiko and Ozaki Kouyou

When she’s attacked while walking home from school, the last thing twelve-year-old Ozaki Kouyou expects is to manifest a sword-wielding phantom. And then, before she has time to catch her breath, Kouyou finds herself whisked away from her home and family, summoned to an endless warfront. There, she meets eleven-year-old Yosano Akiko, the only other child—and only other Gifted—in the battalion. Together, the Angel Of Death and the Demon Of Mercy might just make it.

Notes: this is a Kousano fic. It’s not vary shippy at first, considering they’re kids and also actively at war, but that’s where it’s going.

Angst Level: WARNING: This is probably the heaviest fic on here. It deals with themes of war, death, killing, childhood trauma and some implied sexual assault. Stay safe.

Step Left For A Better Future

Starring: Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd, with a fair bit of Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Wayne and Bruce Wayne

Inspired By: the handful of Steph in Titans-Tower fics in existence

Stephanie Brown knows she was never meant to be Robin. She knows she’s just a stand-in till Tim’s dad pulls his head out of his ass. She doesn’t even mind it! (Mostly) But she is getting pretty fucking tired of literally EVERY SINGLE asshole in the entirety of Gotham City waving that fact directly in her face. So when the Red Hood shows up in Titans Tower, yammering about her being the “wrong Robin”, Steph is at her limit. And when the Red Hood reveals himself to be Jason Todd? She snaps.

Notes: You’re kidding yourself if you think Jason wasn’t Steph’s Robin. Also, no betcest here or ever

Angst Level: This one is significantly less humorous than all of the Steph-in-Titans-Tower fics I’ve read. Steph’s going through it, Jason’s going through it…everyone suffers before we get any joy. May evolve into a series

bite back

Starring: Akutagawa Gin, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke and an original character (also Atushi may feature eventually)

Ability users are a rumor, under the noses of most of society. But there’s a world even more secret than that of the ability users—the Supernaturals. Species with magic in their blood. (though there are magical humans)

The Akutagawa siblings never really knew their parents. And they didn’t know their family’s secret: their mother was a wolf shifter, a werewolf. The siblings’ wolf traits have been (mostly) invisible till now, due to unmet needs, an unsupportive environment, and a spell of their mother’s.

But all that changes when the Supernaturals reveal themselves to Yokohama’s Tripartite System, and a mysterious wolf shifter catches the siblings' scents…and recognizes them as her long-dead sister’s pups.

Notes: werewolves and pack dynamics go brrr

Angst: it’s the Akutagawa siblings. So yeah, it’s pretty damn angsty

finders keepers

Starring:Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson, assorted batfam members

Inspired By: i don’t actually remember the fic

Dick Grayson has seen a lot of things in his undead life. But seeing a father leave use his own goddamn daughter out as bait still manages to shake him. Luckily, Bruce imparted in him one very important rule when it comes to children who lack or have unfit guardians…finders keepers. This is how he ends up with Stephanie Brown

Noted: found family yaaaayyyyyy

Angst Level: quite a bit, but there will be comfort

Girl Meets Bird

Starring: Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Kate Kane, with some Jim Gordon

Look, Babs didn’t mean to become a dark creature of the night…at least, not at first. At first, she just wanted to fight crime. In Gotham. At night. Whilst being twelve and mostly untrained.

Notes: cryptid batfam, but it’s early batfam, and follows Babs in her feral teenager era

Angst: Currently the least angsty idea on here.

Weapons No More

Starring: Cassandra Wayne and Kon-El, with some Bats

In most universes, Superboy spends his first years of life all but fending for himself. In this one, Cassandra Wayne was found earlier. And when Cass meets Superboy for the very first time, it feels like looking in a mirror. And if there’s one thing that being a Wayne has taught her, it’s to reach out a hand to a kid in need

Notes: Cass basically went “mine. My new family” on sight

Angst: we got clone angst, we got Cass angst we got teenage rebellion

the ruination of a moonflower

Starring: Ozaki Kouyou, Izumi Kyouka, and Nakahara Chuuya

Ozaki Kouyou knows that the Port Mafia is the only place for her. She’s poured years of effort, and pints of blood both hers and not, all to mold this organization into one she can be proud to be part of. And then suddenly Chuuya’s been attacked. And this wouldn’t have been a problem because her protégé can take care of himself just fine—except it is. It is a problem because now her little brother’s in a hospital bed and she doesn’t know what went wrong. It was supposed to be an easy mission. And now Kouyou revenge to enact. And then before she knows it…something’s changed. Somethings broken. And something has to give.

Notes: I have a whole-ass series planned for this one, and it’s a wild ride.

Angst: a lot. This one hurts, guys

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karlmarxmaybe · 21 hours ago

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Extremely normal. In my experience the vocalizations serve more a communication purpose- they let your sexual partner(s) know that what they're doing feels good. Of course optimal sexual communication would be direct and through language (speaking or trough accessibility devices), but that's frowned upon due to patriarchal standards (the man is inherently supposed to know what to do, the woman is inherently supposed to enjoy it), so people (especially women) moan to communicate that they are having fun. Kind of as a suboptimal failsafe.

Obviously all of this is part of a very dangerous social standard of sex, and then porn runs with it, but generally yeah, that's why people moan during sex. There is some amount of moaning and whimpering that is involuntary and due to pleasure, but honestly, a lot of it is just what you're supposed to do. Sex is extremely performative for most people, they just don't consider that there might be other options.

This is ofc not to say there's anything wrong with making vocalizations during sex in itself! They can be a form of emotional communication, a tool of mutual arousal (when you make pleasure noises you get hornier and get your partner(s) hornier too), and it can be fun to let yourself go and just let your vocal chords release noises in the extasy of pleasure. But again, you don't have to do it and you should not be expected to do it. To me it feels quite unnatural at times, so I don't do it then. For communication, we must rely on plain language. Moans and such are simply one more option in the endless optional possibilities of sex (which must be, on the whole, optional as well).

Okay sex ed question, cause I legit don't know if this is a normal thing that porn has lied to me about or if I have another weird quirk.

Is it normal to not emote or make sounds during sex or masturbation, even when you're enjoying it?

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mymailody · 21 hours ago

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legends za being an actual direct sequel to x and y opens doors to so many implications of characters that are probably still around kalos that we can encounter. like they didnt show much in the trailer with the exception of az (which, by the name of the game, i had already assumed was gonna play a huge part) but like look here

if this isnt confirming looker and/or emma i would be very shocked.

but think of who we could meet again!! sycamore and diantha, learn more about their relationship with each other and maybe with lysandre? will this game lean on the implications of what team flare left in kalos?

maybe calem and serena are also around? the possibilities are endless and these i highly doubt we will meet (think how hilbert and hilda are never really mentioned in bw2) but think of what could be!!!

and what about clemont??? he's the lumiose city gym leader, he's definitely still around right? imagine a slightly grown up clemont. and bonnie!!!

i really hope this game doesn't dissapoint and even if it does, i am afraid i am incapable of thinking critically when it comes to kalos so i will love it nonetheless.

#pokemon legends za #plza #pokemon presents #pokemon day #kalos #pokemon gen 6 #pokemon #pokemon x and y

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saltprince · 22 hours ago

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ORISON - English & Japanese lyrics

Full text for the Japanese/Romaji/English lyrics for Sandalphon's second character song, ORISON, under the cut.

Note: Orison was officially confirmed to mean "prayer" in the announcement stream

Romaji and English translation by Saltprince. Japanese lyrics taken from the cd booklet.

Terms of use: You're free to link to this blog post, quote, or add these lyrics to the Wiki or other platforms for educational purposes, so long the original post or handle are being mentioned. (If you drop me a message about it, that'd be nice but not required!)

Do not use this content for lyric videos. If possible, I'll have a lyric video up on my channel later if copyright allows it.

編み上げられた堅い糸は ami agerareta katai ito wa Even the strongest of threads

儚く解かれ hakanaku hodokare Will come apart before long

眩むような視界の中で kuramu you na shikai no naka de As if I'm somewhere my field of vision is blinded by light

響いた風の音色 hibiita kaze no ne'iro The wind's whistling resounds

もう決して mou keshite I'll never again

迷いに囚われぬように... mayoi ni torawarenu you ni Be a prisoner to my own troubled heart…

追憶の痕 tsuioku no ato Where only memories remain 強く抱いて tsuyoku idaite I'm being held tight 新たな羽を広がてゆく arata na hane wo hirogate yuku By new wings that are now mine to spread

いつでも何度でも itsudemo nando demo Anytime, time after time 願った未来を negatta mirai wo It's a future born from a wish この身の全てで導いて行こう kono mi no subete de michibiite yukou That I'll guide us towards with everything I have in me 幾多の想いを ikuta no omoi wo Countless wishes 授かりし羽で sazukarishi hane de Will be carried by wings passed down 限りのない空を kagiri no nai sora wo Into the endless skies 見届けよう mitodokeyou I'll see to it myself

共に刻む　時の行方 tomo ni kizamu toki no yukue During the time we whiled away together 焦がれし“望み”は kogareshi nozomi wa Our deepest “desires” やがて胸に深く根付く yagate mune ni fukaku nedzuku Had already taken root deep inside 消せぬ“願い”となっていた kesenu negai to natte ita Becoming an enduring “wish” もう二度と　悲しみに染まらぬように… mou nidoto kanashimi ni somaranu you ni I'll never again let it be stained with sorrow…

問いかけた過去 toikaketa kakou I questioned things in the past 動き出す未来 ugokidasu mirai But the future is already in motion 誉れある homare aru There's honor in it 栄光の旅を eikou no tabi wo In a glorious journey bathed in light

未完成の夢と mikansei no yume to The dreams that never got to be 愛しき世界よ itoshiki sekai yo And the world I've also come to love この胸に包み込めるように kono mune ni tsutsumi komeru you ni I hope to embrace them with my whole heart 永劫の時が　必要だとしても eigo no toki ga hitsuyou datoshitemo Even if it takes an eternity's worth of time 揺るぎのない yuruginonai I'll keep going 決意遂げる日まで ketsui togeru hi made Until the day my resolve is unshakeable

Swear to bring peace to the sky

差し出すその手　その微笑みは sashidasu sono te sono hoho'emi wa You offered me your hand and the softest of smiles 痛みすらも　霞ませていくだろう itami sura mo kasamasete iku darou Something sure to even fade away the deepest pain 見失ってた mi'ushinatteta I lost sight of it before 空の色は　こんなに蒼く… sora no iro wa konna ni aoku But were the skies always this brilliant blue…?

翔けゆく刹那に kakeyuku setsuna ni The moment I spread my wings 約束をしよう yakusoku wo shiyou We'll make a promise 進化の果てに掴む黎��を shinka no hate ni tsukamu reimei wo To grasp the limits of evolution, the dawn of a new age いつでも何度でも itsudemo nando demo Anytime, time after time 願った未来を negatta mirai wo It's a future born from a wish この身の全てで導いて行こう kono mi no subete de michibiite yukou That I'll guide us towards with everything I have in me 不屈の祈りを fukutsu no inori wo It's proof of a perservering prayer この背に刻印（しる）して kono se ni shiru shite A weight I'll carry on my back 限りのない空を kagiri no nai sora wo Into the endless skies 見届けよう mitodokeyou I'll see to it myself 蒼き空へ aoki sora he Towards skies of clear-blue さあ、羽ばたこう saa habatakou Now, spread your wings and fly

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