#so I'll probably just start with the ones that are for sure on there

[ponderingmoonlight]

How you accidentally made Dante look like a hero again

Pairing: Dante x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,6k

Synopsis: All you wanted was to outsmart Dante and prove he was setting you up for demon attacks in order to get closer to you. Instead, you ended up buried under library rubble, fighting off scorpion demons, and getting saved by him — again. This is why you have trust issues.

Warnings: swearing, kinda enemies to lovers dynamic, I just love Dante y'all need to have mercy with me lol

You’re starting to think you’re cursed.

That’s the only explanation for it. How else do you keep ending up in demon-infested alleys, haunted casinos, and - once - dangling upside down from a stolen motorcycle, twice in the same week? No average person deserves so much distress.

But even worse: every time - every damn time - there’s Dante.

Bursting in like he’s auditioning for an action movie. Guns blazing, coat flaring behind him, a cocky smirk plastered across his stupidly handsome face.

God, how much you hate that guy.

…do you?

"Oh no," you mutter under your breath when you spot him swaggering through the chaos yet again.

"Not this asshole."

"Miss me, babe?" he calls, spinning his sword once before cleaving a demon in half like it's no big deal.

You barely dodge a flying claw, pretty used to almost dying by now.

"Dante, why are there hellhounds in the laundromat?! I just came here to do my laundry!"

He winks at you like this is all part of some grand romantic plan.

"You know. Crazy city. You never know what’s gonna happen. Nice panties by the way, wish I could see them up close."

You stare at him, sceptical to say the least, as he shoots a demon that was two inches away from biting your head off.

"This is the fourth time this month. And every time you're 'coincidentally' nearby!"

He strolls over, casually beheading something with his sword like he's just stretching his legs. How many times have you seen this already? Probably like a hundred times.

This month.

"Fate works in mysterious ways, sweetheart."

You gawk at him. No, the thing he calls fate can’t be an accident. There is literally no way in hell that you get attacked even more often than himself. There has to be another reason. Could it be that…?

"Are you setting this up?!"

He gives you a look, all fake innocence and devilish grin.

That bastard.

"Who, me? Nahhh. Demons just have a thing for damsels. Lucky for you... I'm a professional knight in shining armor."

A piece of ceiling collapses dangerously close to you. You flinch for once. Dante doesn’t even blink, just throws an arm around your waist and throws you out of the way with way too much enthusiasm.

You land on your back with a grunt, staring up at the cracked ceiling and wondering what life choices led you here. Where did you take a wrong turn to deserve this? Being liked by a hot guy is all fun and games until the name of that jerk is Dante Sparda, apparently.

Dante leans over you, upside-down, grinning like a maniac.

"You good? Need mouth-to-mouth?" he offers helpfully.

You shove him off you, the heat of his body almost devouring you whole.

"I’m getting a restraining order."

"You say that, but then who’s gonna save you next time you almost get eaten by a possessed vending machine?"

You open your mouth to argue - and realize you have no idea how to deal with possessed vending machines. You groan, burying your face in your hands.

“Maybe you’re the one who possesses everything around me…”

Dante pats your head fondly like you’re some kind of beloved but very dumb kitten.

"You mean like your thoughts? Most definitely, yeah. But don't worry, babe," he coos cheerfully, "I'll always be there to save your pretty little ass."

You’re pretty sure that’s supposed to be comforting. Instead, you start mentally drafting your will.

“Get off me now, I need to get going jerk. And stop staring at my panties”, you hiss through gritted teeth while getting up, packing your things and leaving.

No, this isn’t an accident, not your fault by any means. Dante is the one who sets all of this shit up.

“That fucker…”, you mutter to yourself, slamming the door shut in fury.

You can’t do this anymore, can’t take seeing a demon each time you leave your house. You’ll have to teach him a lesson.

Yes, there has to be a way to stop this madness once and for all.

“I’ll catch you mid-act, Dante…”

You hatch a plan.

A pretty simple one: bait Dante into showing up, catch him red-handed, and finally prove he's arranging all this chaos.

You pick the most boring, demon-unfriendly place you can think of: the public library. No shady alleys, no creepy neon signs, no way in hell anything supernatural is hanging out between the tax law section and the dusty romance novels.

You text him a fake tip, something about "possible demonic activity" near the library, totally urgent, definitely needs his professional attention.

Then you sit back, tuck yourself into a corner with a stack of books, and wait.

Ten minutes pass. Twenty. Thirty.

No Dante.

You start to relax. Maybe he finally got the hint. Maybe he's actually busy for once. Did your words from yesterday finally stir something inside of his brain?

And that's when the ceiling caves in.

You shriek as a massive scorpion demon crashes through the roof, scattering books and terrified civilians everywhere. Librarians are running for their lives. An entire row of encyclopedias explodes in a puff of dusty chaos, taking your sight while you desperately try to crawl out of the scene.

Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. That definitely wasn’t written on your bingo card for today.

"What the hell?!" you shout, diving behind a bookshelf just in time before a whole fucking shelf bumps onto the ground next to you.

"HEY BABY!" a too-familiar voice yells from somewhere in the smoke.

You peek out and see Dante standing atop the checkout desk, dual pistols in hand, grinning like this is the best day of his life.

"Miss me?"

You stare at him, speechless. No, this has to be a dream. This was supposed to be a trap, you set him off in order to finally find him guilty. And now this?

"HOW?!"

He jumps off the desk, unloading a round of bullets into the demon's face like it’s a casual Tuesday.

"You sent me the text! Good instincts, by the way - I was gonna ignore it, but then I figured, ‘Hey, if my girl’s around, probably gonna be some action.’ And look! Action!"

You dodge a flying claw and seriously consider strangling him with a library card cord.

"I SENT YOU A FAKE TEXT!" you shout over the sound of gunfire.

"THERE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE A REAL DEMON!"

"Aw," Dante replies, kicking a demon minion into a copy machine, "you’re so modest. You’re like a magnet for this stuff."

You have no time to argue. The giant scorpion is bearing down on you. You grab the nearest weapon, a hardcover dictionary about curse words in Spanish, and hurl it at its head. It bounces off harmlessly. Yeah, what a surprise, actually.

Dante whistles low, impressed.

"Good arm, babe. But here - lemme show you how it's done."

Before you can blink, he’s in front of you, sword flashing, doing some ridiculously show-offy spin move that absolutely wasn’t necessary but looks cool as hell anyway.

The demon collapses with a final screech.

Silence falls over the destroyed library.

Books smolder, paper flutters in the air like sad confetti. Somewhere, a printer makes a pathetic beep before dying.

You sit down heavily on the floor, dazed.

Dante strolls over, all proud, offering you a hand up.

"No need to thank me. It’s kinda my thing."

You stare at him, mind still processing what just happened. Your mission failed – miserably, so say the least.  

"I literally TRIED to set you up."

"And look how well it worked!" he declares brightly.

"You lured out the bad guys! You're a natural at this demon-hunting stuff. I'm so proud."

You want to punch him. You want to kiss him. You want to punch him then kiss him.

Instead, you let him pull you to your feet, dusting off your scorched jacket.

"I'm never texting you again," you grumble.

"Sure you will," Dante coos, flashing that stupid, charming grin.

"You can't resist me."

You open your mouth to argue - and immediately get tackled to the ground as a second, smaller demon leaps from the wreckage.

You land with a painful thud, pinned beneath Dante’s weight as he shoots over your head, finishing off the last monster.

When the danger’s over, he stays there for an awkward beat too long, smirking down at you.

"See? Told ya. Always there to catch ya when you fall."

You groan, covering your face with your hands while absolutely hating how good his body weight feels on top of you, how surprisingly good that asshole of a man smells.

"I'm going to die of second-hand embarrassment."

"Nah," Dante retorts confidently, getting up and pulling you with him again.

"If anyone’s gonna kill you, it’s gonna be something way cooler. Like a demon. Or a possessed espresso machine."

You squint at him.

 "You’re not gonna let this go, are you?"

He slings an arm around your shoulders like he owns the place, like the ablaze library isn’t his fault at all, and leads you toward the exit.

"Nope. You're stuck with me, sweetheart."

You sigh.

Maybe getting a new phone and a new name wouldn’t be the worst idea.

…Or just giving in.

[windownextdoor]

NOT JUST YOU

plot + sfw + nsfw + fem!reader wc: 730 when your father retires, you take on the demanding farm work you’ve always loved. but- everything changes when a stranger arrives, saying your father hired him. pt. 2

another grueling day, another early morning and late night, another fucking day with simon.

you didn't know to react with another person around. another person to help you with chores that you always did by yourself. your dad said this was for your own good.

or was it?

changing routine was never in your books and now that you woke up and had someone alongside you, it was easier. something you'd never admit to your dad or simon. there wasn't a constant weight on your shoulders, you weren't that tired at the end of the day.

but, if simon still didn't get on your fucking nerves-

"darlin' y'gotta just tell me what to do."

"i'm trying to grab the hay for you and show you how to do it!" you were slightly exasperated. he'd been telling you since two weeks ago; when he started working here to just tell him what to do, not grab it for him or do it for him. you swore you heard him mutter under his breath once that, "fucking girl don't know how t'take help from anybody." his voice wasn't laced with annoyance, it was laced with cognizance that you hadn't had anyone to help you.

and it showed.

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"woman."

"simon."

"jesus fuckin' christ, y'hardheaded. give me a paintbrush and i'll help." simon said, extending an empty, calloused, large, veiny hand-

stop it.

"no, you can go home early today, you're already working way to close to christmas." you say, the paintbrush in your hand swatching back and forth on one of the smaller and shorter barn walls. your dad had expressed that the red was peeling off and definitely needed a new color.

so, you sanded some parts and started painting, until, of course-

"what was i hired for, sweets?"

"simon, it's fine, really, just relax and go home- fucking christ!" simon had grabbed your waist and hoisted you up onto his shoulders, like you weighed nothing.

you weren't small by any means.

you almost dropped your paintbrush, but one of your hands made it's way into his hair, to grab onto, so you didn't fall. your thighs were on the sides of his neck, his arms slung over your knees to keep you steady.

"'f i can't help y'paint, then i guess i'll give y'some height." simon, looked up, his eyes locking on yours, giving your knee a couple taps so you could keep painting.

you were still trying to make sure you weren't going to fall off the guy, you looked down, your eyes locking with his.

a moment passed.

two.

three.

four.

five-

"baby, start painting."

your brain short-circuited. you looked to the wall in front of you, and-

started painting.

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one hand staying atop his head, just to give yourself more balance.

totally not to feel his, unbelieveably soft blonde hair on his scalp.

you finished the wall and were itching to get off of his shoulders. they were probably sore. killing him. something. he crouched down and you got off quickly, "thank you, simon. but, you don't have to help me with that. it's just painting, and your shoulders are probably killing you right now-"

a hand was on the nape of your neck, making you look up.

"let me help you." simons rough voice was rough.

you were about to speak, before-

"yes, i was hired to work. but, i also was hired because your dad talked to me. talked to me about you. y'have someone else around now, sweets, let me help. you're going to burn yourself out at this rate, 's not good f'you."

his hand was subconsciously massaging the back of your neck, making you practically melt.

you blinked.

"so, h'bout this? i'll put the painting supplies up, y'go inside and take a hot bath. drink and eat something, and go to sleep f'me."

"my dad probably hasn't ate yet, and i need to wash dishes-" you started.

"he did eat. and he can do the dishes. he also believes that you need to take help from others." he retorted. his voice not wavering.

your blinks were getting slower as he kept massaging your neck.

"tha's it. go up there and do what i said, i'll see you tomorrow, darlin'."

maybe you could listen to him.

maybe you could learn to relax.

maybe, just maybe, you could take help from others.

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pt. 3 (soon!)

[gigiwritess]

IN ORBIT

dr. jack abbott x f!resident!reader!vega aka "wildcard"

wc: 2,047 synopsis: ten weeks of dr. vega surviving in the pitt. eight weeks of dr. vega and dr. abbot stuck in each other's orbits. tl;dr: dr. abbot and dr. vega start to get close to each other.

contents: 20-year age gap (vega is 26, jack is 46). slight mention of vega's worsening mental health issues; description of back problems (which are entirely based on my own). usual pitt dynamics. probably lots of medical inaccuracies that im not gonna apologize for. this is totally self-inserted and vega is totally based in lots of aspects of myself. gonna probably update this list when i have more creativity.

gigi's notes: whats up guys!!!! i have absolutely no words to thank all the love you've given the first piece of this thing (because i'm not really sure what it is yet). i'm in a kinda deep depressive crisis at the moment (pretty much like the one vega's in) and when i wrote it i was trying to force myself to write in the hopes that i'd feel the same joy i used to feel (and i did!!!), so seeing how many people enjoyed this bit of myself really mattered to me. thank you. ALSO: THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!!!!! now, about the fanfic: vega isn't exactly an oc (at least i think so), but, like i mentioned before, she is entirely based in myself (including her mental & back problems, poor thing), so i understand if any of you don't really see her as reader and it's okay. i feel like i kinda repeated some stuff too much in this piece and i feel like there are lots of things that aren't that good or i could've written better, but i still liked the way it turned out, so my self-doubt and impostor syndrome can go fuck themselves. also, like i mentioned in the previous, i HATE slowburns and i had something totally different planned for this piece, but then i started writing and having ideas and it felt right to write a short one just about their interactions. i PROMISE that the next one will be less slow and have a lot more burning. also, i had no intention to do so but i ended up following a stellar pathway to this fanfic. which is really fitting considering myself as a person. university is still kicking my ass (when is it not?), but i'm gonna try to commit to write & post weekly (let's call it exposure therapy). this was reviewed once but it's possible to have typos; english isn't my first language. i'll probably remember other things to tell you later so i'll probably update these notes in the future. enjoy!!!! :))))

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Vega was day shift. Jack Abbot was night shift.

Yet, despite that slight difference, whenever she was working, he seemed to be too. Whenever she rounded a corner, he was there on the nurses’ station, charting or talking to someone, irritating Robby, or making Dana laugh without even trying. Whenever she worked a case, he seemed to linger around. Whenever he worked a case, she seemed to linger around, too. They were in each other’s way. And they weren’t avoiding being there.

Jack attributed that to an ever-growing lack of sleep. She happened to be on his mind more frequently than he wanted. Anything she did made him aware of her—aware of her face, aware of her voice, aware of her presence in the Pitt.

He didn’t see her often; she was always busy, always treating someone or charting or doing rounds or sometimes even triage. Jack didn’t talk much with her. Not that he talked that much with anyone else—but there was something about her. Something about her made noise feel irrelevant. She was quiet, but she wasn’t shut off, not in a cold way; guarded, as if she’d learned early not to give people easy access to anything she didn’t want touched. She was assertive, self-assured in her words and actions. She didn’t say much, but when she did, it cut clean. Still, he caught himself looking when she wasn’t more times than he expected, caught himself wondering how someone so quiet could take up that much space. Physically, in the Pitt, or in his mind.

Vega would catch herself searching for him in the Pitt way more often than she intended, almost as if there was a string tethering them to each other. She didn’t want to be aware of him, but she was. She was aware of him in the way one’s body reacts before the mind does—like a storm brewing just outside the window. He didn’t crowd her, didn’t flirt, didn’t even look too long. But he watched. And she noticed.

They seemed to be stuck in the same magnetic field, like two forces stuck in each other’s orbit, getting closer each time, both acutely aware of each other. Like Andromeda and the Milky Way—two beasts that would, eventually, collide.

She’d often brush past him at the nurses’ station. Stand just a tiny bit closer than she had to. Whenever they traded words, it was usually there—like the first time he threw her a compliment.

“You did good today,” he said, not looking up from his charting, his scrubs still stained with blood from a massive bleeding they dealt with together earlier.

She turned to him. “You sound surprised,” she replied, keeping her face neutral.

He put the chart down and looked at her, his eyes always tired but always steady.

“I’m not.”

Then he put the chart away and walked away, not saying another word. But those two words stayed with her longer than they should have.

From then on, working the same cases started to be more frequent; standing side by side, handing each other equipment and charts without even having to ask. They were learning to read each other’s silences, they were learning each other’s rhythms.

The next time she found herself noticing him, he looked like hell. She was on shift; he was working overtime. That much was clear by the way his shoulders were heavy, pen moving slowly across a chart, scrub top wrinkled and littered with dark stains—he wasn’t one to change scrubs often, just like her; they always had bigger concerns. He looked like he hadn’t slept in well over three days; his brows were carved in a deep line, the fluorescent lights cutting hard lines under his eyes. He wasn’t even supposed to be there.

She didn’t think, her body moving on its own accord. Just grabbed a fresh cup of coffee from the vending machine and, silent as a predator, set it down next to him with a soft thud, keeping her attention on her tablet.

Jack’s eyes flicked up, slow and heavy-lidded, but never without that sharp flame underneath. He glanced at the coffee and then, for a beat, he just looked at her.

“You trying to earn a gold star, kid?” He said, voice low, his mouth twisting into something lazy and rough.

Vega leaned an elbow on the counter, close—too close—, her sleeve brushing his. Her eyes met his.

“No,” she said, head tilting just enough to make it feel deliberate, her mouth just slightly tugging at the corner. “Just don’t want an old man dropping dead on my shift.”

He laughed—a real laugh, low, rough-edged, caught between surprised and something else, the kind of laugh that cracked through his exhaustion. He shook his head slowly, his eyes not leaving hers, something sharp and warm and unknown stuck between them.

She liked making him laugh.

His fingers wrapped around the warm cup, his fingers grazing hers—not by accident. Vega didn’t flinch.

“Careful,” he muttered, low enough for her to hear, “or people’ll notice you have a sense of humor.”

She smiled. Small, sharp. Just for him. A silent moment passed before she answered, her eyes analyzing his almost as if trying to decide if he was worth her time. Trying to recognize what it was that she saw in his eyes, the familiarity of it.

“See?” She said in a softer voice, the glint in her eye unmistakable, starting to push away from the counter. “You’re already imagining things. Drink it before it gets worse.”

Jack didn’t answer, just lifted the coffee toward her in a half-ass salute, finally sipping from it. It tasted better than he expected. He watched her walk away, his lips tugged upward in a tired smirk that lingered even after she disappeared down the hall, his eyes trailing after her.

Somewhere along the way of starting to work together, she’d learned how he drank his coffee. That warmed something inside of him.

There was something there, something he couldn’t quite name yet. It was quiet, simmering, growing—almost like a current humming just beneath the surface. Like a prickle slowly getting under his skin.

A few days turned into a few shifts, which turned into days, which turned into weeks. In a bit over two months since joining the Pitt, Vega had been working more with Abbot than with Robby—but she wasn’t complaining.

They still didn’t talk often, but it wasn’t only the strictly necessary, either. Sometimes he’d throw her a rare comment, always adding a “kid” at the end, and she would retort with something just as fitting, “old man” always on her tongue—it usually earned a laugh from him. They always ended up drifting back to each other’s orbit, standing almost too close, brushing fingers when handing each other things, finding their eyes already on the other, sharing a few loaded glances. Working side by side in sync, reading each other’s silences and minds.

There was something about the way he didn’t push, he didn’t demand more than she was willing to give, that spoke to her; that made her see him in a different light than she expected to. He was showing her that he wasn’t quite like she expected him to be. There was something between them—something unknown, something unspoken, and she hadn’t yet realized just how deep it was.

It was a week and a half after the coffee moment—in that meantime, he’d gotten her two coffees in return. He’d learned how she drank her coffee, too, without asking, and it touched something strange inside of her that she did her best to ignore. But it was there.

This time, she was the one working overtime. Her mind was full of too many dark things she didn’t have the strength to face at the moment, so she chose to keep working. That way, she kept busy; that way, she didn’t need to spend too much time alone with her thoughts.

Around eleven pm, the ER was finally calming down—not that anyone dared to say that out loud. After a massive car pileup, the voices finally started to give way to whispers and quietness, everyone disappearing into any rest they could get. Vega was finally able to take a deep breath. So was Jack—she’d barely seen him today.

His voice was suddenly by her side.

“You should sit down.”

She glanced up at him, brows furrowing. “What?”

He gestured toward the nearest chair.

“You’ve been on your feet all day,” he replied, putting a chart away and grabbing another before pointing at her back. “It’s not good for your back.”

Vega froze, completely paralyzed in what she was doing. Her water bottle was forgotten mid-air, watching his back as he walked away normally, as if he hadn’t left her with the most dumbfounded look she’d ever had, as if he’d said the most normal, trivial thing in the world.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t the most normal, common-knowledge thing in the world, because she had never mentioned her back problems to anyone, not even Robby—let alone Jack. She was too used to keeping her problems by herself, dealing with everything on her own, unused to asking for help. And he’d noticed.

Her back was hurting.

She had good and bad days; sometimes, the pain would barely make itself known. Other times, no matter what she did—stretches, sleeping without any pillows, pills, having the best mattress possible—, it never left, like a pointy pebble stuck in one’s shoe. Sometimes it’d start in the early morning hours and only get worse throughout the day. Today was one of those days, where with each passing hour that she was on her feet, it only worsened. The only painkillers that, in fact, made the pain go away also made her sleepy, totally knocked her out (like the time the pain was so bad she had to take a Tramadol injection), or left her feeling in a dazed state. She couldn’t be in any of these situations at the moment, so she was stuck with it for a few more hours. She was already used to it by now, had gotten good at ignoring it.

Somehow, Jack had noticed. Somehow, Jack had read through the narrowed lines across her face, had read through the way she kept trying to shift her weight to hide the strain, had read through the pain she was trying to ignore, through the way she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes when the pain got too loud to ignore, when she thought no one was looking.

He hadn’t said it to make her flinch, hadn’t said it like an accusation, hadn’t said it to tease. He simply noticed.

And it unsettled Vega—because it meant he was paying attention. Not the kind of attention that grazed the surface, the way most people saw what they wanted to see. Not the kind of attention an attending gave a resident, not just assessing her professional skills. So, she did sit down. Because, somehow, Jack Abbot saw right through her, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. As if it were simple.

She wasn’t used to that.

She was the one who saw. She was who stayed, who stitched, literally and figuratively, people back together and asked for nothing in return.

She was who always put everyone’s needs above her own—

She was who had spent her whole damn life making sure no one ever noticed the cracks—

She was who gave and gave and gave until she almost forgot she had anything left to want—

He just wanted her to sit. To take care of herself.

It hit her sideways, knocking her off balance, making her forget how to breathe. It slipped under her skin before she could stop it, sharp and tender all at once, settling somewhere deep in her chest. Like a bruise she had never realized was there until he touched it without meaning to, the part of her that still wanted—desperately, stupidly—to be seen.

The part of her that wanted it to be her turn. That still wanted to be known, to be chosen, to be kept.

And Jack—

Jack looked at her like he already had.

And it scared the living shit out of her.

gigi's notes: PLS tell me what you guys think, im sooooo looking forward to see your reactions!!! <3 i also started working on a different jack fanfic based on a request of a love triangle, so heads up for a future jack x reader x langdon (but here dilf supremacy always wins so don't worry folks) hehe AND i've been thinking... what do we think of a jack x firefighter!reader? 👀 i'm gonna take the big ass test for joining my state's military firefighters (i probably won't be approved bc i haven't studied at all but i would truly like to be approved [even though i'm graduating in archaeology lol]) so i kept thinking what it'd be like of jack in a relationship with a firefighter so i might write it anyway lol also, can you see how much i need therapy for my people-pleaser issues? im trying ok i took the liberty of tagging below the lovely people who said such nice things about the fanfic and commented and reblogged. if you'd like to be tagged in the future, please let me know! @cosmoscoffeee @mackycat11 @sunfairyy @starkgaryan @amandarobertsboyce @starlight-starbright-8080 @patatesliomlet @saynotononsense @sweetestcowboy @diaryofafeelsaddict

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Garden

“It starts, as it will end, with a garden.”

Good Omens (by Terry Pratchett and that other guy) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Still trying to catch up on some long overdue prompts that have been living rent-free in my brain for ages, especially this one!

When I first saw the prompt "Garden" I immediately wanted to do something "South Downs Cottage Happily Ever After"-ly, as one does.

Then @noxnightingales shared this little gemstone of an idea:

I could see aziraphale as a bee keeper and crowley out in his garden. both bees and plants need each other, just like a and c. I can envision it, but I can't illustrate.

Yes, I could totally envision it, too:

Aziraphale would enjoy some proper beekeeping with all the human bells and whistles, e.g. the suit, a funny hat, a smoker and whatever else some apiculturist books would tell him. "Oh, may I obtain another license, please?" *excited wiggling*

Meanwhile, Crowley surely would complain about all of it, right? "Angel, you don't need any of this; just get some bloody bees and tell them to make honey or something!" And just to be contrary, he'd totally refuse to wear any protective gear, but mess around with the bees, probably having some very confused bees doing funny tricks. *secretly loving Aziraphale's excitement and making sure no bee would ever dare to sting either of them*

Bonus: You can totally see Aziraphale's color inspiration for his beehives, right? And Crowley will indulge his angel with all the flowers in his favorite color, like the smitten demon he is.

So yeah... that's my interpretation of this prompt for you! I'll spare you the frustrating details about creating the most elaborate garden diorama, apple tree and all, just to ultimately scrap it all, because just focusing on our ineffable husbands and their animal friends worked so much better!

@ineffablyruined Thank you for this lovely prompt. Good Omens and gardens go well together! I'll never catch up on all the prompts, but I'm happy to work on them, whenever time permits. 😊 @ineffablepretzel: Here are your promised bees! 🐝 @phoen1xr0se: You're probably really busy atm, but you asked to be tagged, so I hope this can make you smile in these hard times! 🤗

Wishing everyone an ineffable happy weekend! 😘

[theoretically-questionable]

I've often found myself confused by people who use LLMs for tasks that involve communication, even in an office or other setting where a non-trivial portion of emails/messages are 'box-checking' rather than strictly interpersonally communicative.

Having thought it over, I think the difference in attitudes is probably akin to the split between people who value small talk and people who regard it, with extreme distaste, as "pointless and annoying": i.e., there is something the former is getting out of small talk that the latter group is not.

This is mostly just a rambling tangent, but oh well.

I like communicating and I do so with intent. I've heard the sentiment from some other autistic people that they'd love to have an 'autoresponder'-style module for their brain to automate away layers of necessary-but-draining/pointless conversation. Never been able to relate, in significant part because doing so would give people communicating with said autoresponder the entirely wrong impression about how I was feeling.

The purpose to communication is to transmit information from one person to another. There are so many layers to this information — something I have definitely struggled with, as an autistic person. Some of those layers were totally opaque to me for a long time. Hell, sometimes I didn't even know some layers existed.

In a collaborative environment, even rote/'pointless' communication rituals have a huge density of information. That is the point. It is important. If Joe Bloggs over in HR replies to my routine email confirming details for this week's parking garage allotments in a more abrupt way than usual, or slower than usual, that's contextual information.

Maybe I'll pick up that he's probably got a lot on his plate or feeling stressed. Maybe that's not relevant. Maybe I need someone from HR to do something later that day, and then I can either loop in someone else from the department or just know to approach Joe tactfully, rather than just passing the task along as I usually would.

When people start using LLMs to write emails, summarize meetings, and 'touch up' all of their work, all of that context turns to unparseable sludge. It's entirely random. You can't "get used to" how someone writes and learn to pick up context clues when everything longer than a single-sentence reply is being filtered through an LLM.

It genuinely ends up being a bit of a nightmare for me, having absolutely no access to any kind of context, just taking a ride down a river of vaguely polite- and professional-sounding drivel, all without even the barest grace of useful context. It just... makes things worse. It becomes a self-perpetuating loop with no eject button.

If it's really easy for everyone to maintain the 'professionalspeak' facade, nobody ever has times when they break the facade. And *breaking the facade* is important. Being able to shape the communication norms of your department/company over time is... I mean, I think it's essential? Willingly choosing "we all communicate via LLM" seems horrifying, like not just acquiescing to but actively reinforcing the worst parts of corporate expectations of overly sanitized communication standards handed down from your manager's manager.

And yeah, some of my feelings on the matter are definitely my own baggage, but it feels just as frustrating as having to work with someone who actively scorns 'small talk' and deliberately makes every single communication as stripped-down as possible — and ends up being less efficient overall, not more, because what they're actually doing is refusing to engage with their colleagues or make sure they're getting all the right information across.

The other thing is that LLMs don't actually, by default, have access to all the information you do. If you want to get specific information across in the output, you have to give it to the LLM first. I've never hit a scenario where I would have preferred an LLM-generated email instead of. like. just the bullet-point list of information that was used when prompting it.

If you're time-poor and easily frustrated by communication tedium, I would rather *know that*, and know for sure that none of the information you're giving me has been twiddled accidentally to be slightly wrong by a context-free LLM, than get 'professionally formatted' emails from you all the time.

the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.

[frequentlykit]

Helping Hand - Bang Chan

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: While on a work trip to Japan you run into a familiar producer.

A/N: this is my first original fic so please be kind, hope you enjoy! let me know if you have any requests or suggestions. i'll hopefully be posting more and maybe i'll figure out how to make a masterlist at some point.

- kit <3

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You weren’t much for flying but when your company asked you to join a work sponsored trip to Japan you couldn’t help but jump on it. Though you’d been working in Seoul for almost a year, you’d never been able to find the time to travel out to Tokyo. And having the whole trip paid for by the company made it even better.

Though they hadn’t splurged for first class tickets, you’d never sat in business class before, not even on your flight to Seoul when you’d first moved there.

You found your seat quickly, a middle seat, wonderful. But as the plane filled up you realized you lucked out and got the whole row to yourself, though it being a red eye flight might have something to do with it.

Now, you weren’t afraid of flying, but you weren’t exactly a fan either. Particularly when I came to take off and landing.

As the plane taxied away from the gate you got comfortable in your seat, putting on your headphones and playing some music hoping to distract yourself from takeoff. You squeeze the armrests as the plane rises and falls before eventually reaching cruising altitude.

Having settled down a little from takeoff, you take the time to look around the plane cabin. A particular passenger catches your attention, black beanie, black sweatshirt, black sweats and sneakers. Though it wasn’t his outfit that caught your attention, it was his face. You’d know it anywhere, you were certain that Bang Chan was sitting in the row across from you, working on his laptop.

At first, you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to bother him but you wanted to say something.

“Hey Chris.” You were thankful he didn’t have his headphones on right at that moment because he looked up, turning towards you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved, “Sorry to bother. I just wanted to say I’m a big fan.”

He returned your smile, about as brightly as you’d expect from someone on a red eye flight, “Hi. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“What is bringing you to Tokyo? It’s not a SKZ thing is it? Though I suppose you’re probably not supposed to tell me if it is.” You laugh quietly at yourself.

“No, it’s just me. We have a week break and I wanted to get out of Seoul. I was going to go to this spa resort Hyunjin told me about for a few days.”

You gasp softly, “You? Taking a break? Who are you and what have you done with Bang Chan?”

He chuckles, “Haha, very funny-” as he was about to continue the person next to him slumped over onto his shoulder. He jumps, turning towards the man and slowly pushing him off.

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking up, “Do you… do you want to join me?”

He looks back over at you and his millisecond of hesitation makes you overthink.

“You don’t have to! I just, I wasn’t trying to- I have more room and you… you don’t have to…” You trail off.

“I appreciate the offer…” he smiles genuinely. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not, I promise.” You wave him over, “I’ve got the whole row.”

He glances between your empty row and his full one, both people beside him sound asleep. You wave him over once again.

He glances down the aisle, making sure the stewardesses are busy, and quickly grabs his backpack and laptop before sliding into the aisle seat next to you.

“I can move over if you want more space.” You offer, already starting to shift to the window seat.

“No, no, you don’t have to move.” He shakes his head, pushing his backpack under the seat and setting his laptop on the tray table.

You can’t help but steal a glance at the screen, seeing that he’s working on musicing a demo.

“Tryin’ to get a sneak peak?” Chris teases.

You sit back, blushing, “Sorry, couldn’t help it. It’s not like I understand what any of it means anyway.”

“Do you want to listen?” He asks.

“You’d let me?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s a pretty rough demo at the moment and there’s no vocals so I don’t see the harm in letting you hear it,” he holds out his headphones.

You smile, taking them and placing the headphones over your ears. Chris rewinds the track and presses play. It wasn’t what you had expected, much slower, almost sensual. It reminded you of Red Lights a little bit. You could hear where the melody would go and couldn’t wait to find out what the lyrics would be, though knowing Chris it could be years before this song was finished and released fully.

The song ends and you take off the headphones, handing them back to him, “I like it, it’s very you.”

“I think it fits with our style.” He nods.

“Oh, I meant you specifically.”

“Me?”

You nod, “Mhmm.”

“Why me?”

“You have a very particular… sound, especially for your solo songs.”

“Do I?” He laughs.

“It’s very distinct.” You grin.

“Good to know. So, tell me about you?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why are you heading to Japan?”

“Work trip.” You answer simply.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a photographer.”

“That’s cool, what will you be photographing?”

“I work for a large marketing company and they need pictures of an event they are having.”

“Very cool.”

Before you knew it, two hours had passed and the captain came over the intercom saying that they were going to begin their descent. Chris started to put away his laptop as you buckle your seatbelt.

You felt your stomach drop as the plane slowly lost altitude and instinctively grabbed for the arm rest, unfortunately for you, Chris already had his arm on it, meaning you grabbed his hand. You pull away quickly, feeling a blush heat your cheeks as you apologize.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I just don’t like-”

He cuts off your ramble by taking your hand and squeezing it tightly in his.

“Squeeze as hard as you need to.” He smiled gently.

You looked at him, you were surprised but also not because this was completely in character for Chris. You were about to say something stupid when the plane dropped again and you sat back in your seat, squeezing his hand hard as you gripped the other arm rest.

The plane landed on the airstrip, Chris didn’t say a word as you continued to hold his hand until the seatbelt sign was turned off. You gathered your things and walked silently off the plane with Chris trailing behind you.

Once you were at the gate you stepped to the side, Chris following suit.

“Uh, thank you… for that. I really appreciate it.”

“Happy to help, a few of the guys don’t really like flying either so I’m used to it.”

“This, uh, this is kind of awkward but can I ask you to sign something? It’s been really cool hanging out with you and I… I don’t know, I want something to remember it by.”

He laughs softly, “As long as you swear I won’t see it on ebay in a few days.”

You giggle, “Cross my heart.”

You pull out the notebook you carry with you and hand it to him with a pen.

“No photocard?” He teases.

“I… I didn’t bring any with me…” You look away as the blush returns to your cheeks.

“I’m just teasing.” He says as he starts to write in the notebook.

He took longer than you expected but after a minute he closes the notebook and hands it back to you, “I would ask for something from you to remember this by but I think the nail imprints on the back of my hand will suffice.”

“I did not grip your hand that hard,” you reach out without thinking and take his hand, inspecting it for marks.

As you let go and look back up at him you see him smiling fondly at you.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”

He shakes his head, silencing you, “You think too much, sweetheart. You didn't do anything wrong. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

You both wave and he walks off, leaving the airport as you head to baggage claim.

As they find somewhere to sit and wait for your luggage, you open the notebook and find where Chris had signed.

Y/N Thanks for hanging out with me, hopefully I’ll see you around ❤︎ Bang Chan XXX - XXXX use it wisely ;)

He didn’t…

part 2????

don't forget to like and reblog, hope you enjoyed it <3

[stuckyslut8]

the chief's mate.

Summary: your newly wed husband orc Bucky has to leave for war immediately,his best friend and the chief of the clan steve offers to take care of you in the mean time.

Warning: (poly relationship?) cheating? Kinda. It's complicated.Smut. Smut . Orc stucky is a warning. MINORS DNI. 18+ .

"but Bucky you can't leave me here...alone i don't know anybody here except you" you plead with your orc husband. It was true you were very new to this clan, and you were not an orc so you had no idea on what to do here and you were pregnant above all.

"I have to go my little witch, for my clan, for my chief steven,for my loyalties lie with him, understand me please" he pressed a kiss to my forhead.

"but..."

"he will take care of you in the meantime, anything you want he will do that for you and our unborn child.." that were his last words as he left for war.

anything you want.... those words lingered in your mind, what did he mean by that . Surely not 'anything ' ,you understand they were best friends and shared everything but not...no way it's not possible y/n ,stop with your fantasies.

Although the chief orc ,the blonde man was making it hard for you to think of anything else.

With the way he would unexpectedly show up to your cottage, asking you if you were doing well, checking on you, resting his hand on your growing belly,kissing it. Last night he even offered to massage your shoulders as you told him youw were feeling very tense.

He didn't do a good job of keeping his hands to himself either, always lingering around you, always brushing past you. Even now as he was talking to one of the maidens sharon ,his left hand stayed around your waist, he was explaining her on how he wanted the feast tonight,it was the feast before the orc mating season, of course it had to be huge .

You just stood there breath heaving, you could feel sharon glaring daggers at you, it was very clear the she wanted the chief, but he always seemed to ignore her , choosing to focus on you instead.

"and that is all sharon you may go " says steve.

"oh alright and what about y/n..." she asked accusingly.

Steve glared at her ,"what about her?" He gritted through his teeth.

"well, uh what will she be contributing to the feast, it's not like her husband is here to hunt and bring meat for the ceremony,nor does she grow any crops ,neither can she cook soo what exactly is she doing-"

"shut up you will not talk of my best man Bucky or his mate that way, Bucky has done so much for this clan and as his wife she can just stay her and enjoy everything, don't ever talk about her like that." Steve said sternly.

"oh im sorry chief steven i" sharon started say.

"apologize to her" said steve

"I'm sorry y/n" she murmured a fake apology as she left .

"you shouldn't have said anything steve its fine.." you say to him, he pulls me closer ,hands going lower on your back till it reached your ass, he gripped it gently.

"what do you mean ,she will disrespect you and Bucky and i should tolerate that , never."

"hmm alright calm down chief" you place a hand on his chest. He moves your hand to his lips and kisses it. You blush at that, you know he's probably being chivalrous.

"i am calm my sweet witch, you're here aren't you, you keep me calm"

"hmm good to know . "Your eyes linger on his lips you knew it was wrong.

Later that night ,you were laying in your bed , unable to sleep, both from the absence of your husband and because your needs haven't been taken care of in a while.you were frustrated.

Just then steve enters your cottage "y/n...?" He calls for you.

"yes steve.."

"there you are sweets.." oh fuck why was he here now.

"what ...do you need something chief?"

"no I came here to check on you sweets, ...still have trouble sleeping?"

You nodded .

"i bet it's lonely for you without Bucky next to you."

"uhmm yes" you look anywhere but at him

"would you mind if I ...kept you company?" Steve asked .

"uhmm you mean..."

"I'll lay next to you, that way you can sleep peacefully."

Say no say no. "yes I guess that would be nice."

So steve got under the covers with you

Steve's arms hold you tight against his chest under the covers, his strong muscles enveloping your body in a comforting embrace. As he lies there in bed with you, his head starts to slowly lower, his nose gently nuzzling against your hair as he processes the situation"A baby... You and Bucky... you're going to have a child together... I just can't believe it. I just...I'm still trying to process the idea of it all..."

"hmn yes it is very exciting steve"

Steve's hands start to slowly wander over your body as he holds you against his chest, his body still pressed against yours under the covers. His hands are gentle and slow as they move over your body, slowly tracing over your arms, your back, and your sides in a comforting manner.

You couldn't help but moan at his touch, you hope steve didn't hear it .

As you let out a gentle moan, Steve's body goes taut again for a moment, his arms holding you against his chest as he absorbs the sound. His hands continue to gently wander over your body as he replies in a low grumble"Hmm? What was that dove?"

"uhh nothing" you tried to brush it off.

Steve lets out a grumbled huff at your response, still holding you against his muscular chest in a tight and protective embrace. There's a hint of teasing in his voice as he replies "You don't want my attention, hmmm? Then....why did you let out that sweet sound?"

"uhh don't be ridiculous, I don't want your attention..."

Steve's long fingers rub your clothed pussy, which was only covered by a thin layer of clothing. "Your pussy needs it , I'm sure ... she's been very lonely." your wetness grows and coats youre clothing, steve is very aware of the effect he has on you.

"no steve ...uhm we can't" you begin to protest, your words die down as steve kisses your neck, lips trialing down your spine.

"shh sweetheart,i know this is what you need, and this is what I promised Bucky , that I'd take care of your every need.."

"I'm sure he didn't mean "every " need..."

"oh yes, every need ...can't let my best friend's wife go unsatisfied now can i?" Steve's fingers travelled to your nub rubbing it skillfully, making you grind shamelessly. "That's it little dove let me take care of you...let me hear those sweet sounds." You couldn't help but moan, steve overstimulated you until you were on the edge, and just as you were about to come he removed his fingers, making you whine.

"tsk what was that little witch? You want more..?" He knew exactly how to play this.

"yes...yes I need to come please, " you begged patheticallly .

"then spread those pretty legs for me, I'll make you come" you did as he asked.

Steve's long orc tongue licked your pussy , making you wet before he started fucking you with it., it didn't take long before you came all over his face. "Fuck now that's what I want little witch," he said licking up every last drop. Of your release, he wasn't done yet he went back to his ministrations again.

"steve please...i can't , we can't - bcuky" it was like a post release Clarity for you knowing this is wrong.

"shh - I know this is what Bucky wouldve wanted , little witch, don't tell me what my best mate would want." He said continuing to abuse your poor pussy with his big tongue but not it felt good that's why you had a hard time explaining to hi.m this was was wrong.

"steve - uhhh ughh"

"shh just enjoy it little witch , I know you need this, and I need you, " he said making you come for the second time .

This time he gathered all your cum with his fingers, pulling down the loin that was covering his modesty, his cock was hard , not as thick as Bucky's but it was longer., he pumped it a few times , lubing it up with your release.

"not sure if you can take me little witch, I'm sure Bucky used your hole so good it's stretched enough but I have a couple more inches than him" how does he know that?

"steve -"

"tell me you want me - tell me you need my cock my sweet witch and I'll give it to you" he said already running his top over your pussy, making it flutter.

"yes please Steve need your cock" you say trying lift your hips to meet his, steve chuckled at your eagerness.

" be more specific, what part of you needs it ?"

"my pussy my pussy needs it," you say as you watched him pump himself once again

"this needy cunt needs my cock huh? Need your chief's cock because you're husband isn't home?" God why does he have to say it.

"yes yes please chief need your cock splitting me open"

"of course sweets I'll give you my cock, after all I'm the chief and need to take care of my clan, especially my best friend's pregnant mate, can't let her go unsatisfied can ?" Steve slowly fucks his length into you, you could tell he was patient and careful you can see it in his face.

"god you're so tight, didn't know witches we're this tight, you know I'm only used to orc cunts this is - fuck look at how you're gripping me" he said as he almost got all of him inside you.

You moan his name. "So good sweet girl, taking me like a good little mate." He encouraged you as you managed to take all of him, steve slowly began rocking in and out of you in a rhythm that was the most pleasurable to you, something you've never experienced your whole life.

"you look so pretty my little witch, so big and round ,growing Bucky's child, ...can't wait till you bear mine..."

[rcmclachlan]

sentences saturday sunday

I was tagged by @beanarie and @leashybebes yesterday and @firehose118 and @zeraparker today. Thanks, y'all!

I've been struggling to write over the last couple of weeks (not that I've really had the time to sit down and actually make the attempt), but I started fucking around with something on my phone a couple of days ago. Not sure if I'll continue it or if I'm just vibing with another idea for an alien invasion canon AU that will desert me like all the others.

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"Romania? Who goes to Romania first when Los Angeles is right here?"

Tommy doesn't answer. Even if he did, he'd have to somehow talk around the fist he's had pressed to his mouth for the last two hours. His knuckles are so white that Buck isn't sure there's actually any blood left in his hands.

Ever since Eddie called them out of the blue around 1:30 in the morning, waking Buck from a dream in which he was trying to escape a dollhouse that was guarded by fire ants with peacock tails, he's been glued to the television in the living room. Every channel is showing the same thing: an enormous something hovering in the sky over Calafat that is unlike anything Buck's ever seen.

It looks like a stack of lenticular clouds made of mercury, rippling like someone's skipping stones across its surface. Maybe it's a crosswind. Maybe it's some sort of magnetic field helping to keep the thing afloat. Maybe it's some sort of frequency communicating with the tiny pointy ships that drift idly around the craft the way oxpeckers flock around elephants in search of parasites.

Buck would be a liar if he said he never thought about life elsewhere in the universe. Despite the fact that Chimney thinks he'd never heard of Steven Spielberg until he and Tommy made Buck watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind, he grew up watching E.T. Although it didn't have nearly as much of an impact as Ancient Aliens did. The documentary lived in a perpetual state of rewatch on the Buckley family TiVo until he left for college. He devoured every conspiracy theory YouTube had to offer during his downtime at the ranch.

One of the customers he made approximately 200 pink squirrels for in Peru had a UFO sighting story that Buck made her retell every time she came to the bar with her scandalously younger husband. It was obvious what she'd seen had been someone coordinating drones in the desert, but every time she told the story, it grew more and more outlandish until, by the time he was packing up to go to LA, not only had she seen a UFO but she'd made first contact just outside of La Quinta. 

He's fallen down so many Wikipedia rabbit holes that he truly understands that the requirements for complex life are many and often coincidental, which makes earth exceedingly unusual as far as anyone's aware. But he's also taken Chris to the Griffith enough times to have a good grasp on how just big the universe is. The idea that they're alone in the great vastness of space is not only improbable, but arrogant. And stupid.

Although if they ever found evidence of extraterrestrial life during his lifetime, he expected it to be something like weird microplankton in Europa's subterranean ocean that he'd read about in a NASA press release, not watch it drop out of the sky live on channel 5 while Chris Schauble keeps fumbling whatever it says on the teleprompter.

"Where do you think they're from, though? God, can you imagine how long it took them to get here? Maybe they're part of some intergalactic consortium thing. Like, the Space U.N. Maybe they're here to invite us to join," Buck muses, texting another fifty exclamation points into the 118 group chat, where the memes have been coming in hot and fast. Chim had been on top with the Will Smith one until Hen obliterated them all with the claw machine aliens from Toy Story.

He looks over at Tommy, who's still doing his best impression of The Thinker. The actual statue has probably moved more than Tommy has in the past two hours.

"Hey, you good?" He's not really expecting an answer. He hasn't gotten one the first dozen times he's asked. Checking in every so often just seems like the polite thing to do at this point. "Seriously, though. After you made me watch that movie where what's-her-name goes on a beach walk with her dad in space, I figured you'd be thrilled about this. Maybe they're here to build one of those machines. Maybe we're all gonna go surfing on Vega."

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Tagging @geddyqueer, @liminalmemories21, @setmeatopthepyre, @alchemistc, @screamlet, @dadvans, @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake, @newtkelly, @epiphainie, and @station18908

[sataneyu]

You know what? I'm crying.

I'm going to have a long post translated into English because I'm bad at English and because I have too many emotions. The fourth episode was definitely a bombshell. In many ways. They gave us a lot of interesting questions and NOT a SINGLE DAMN ANSWER, and it's not like it's a problem. It's cool that Ling Lin has finally begun to realize himself and his desires in isolation from the forced image. It's cool that he ran to save Moon and realized how important it was to him. It's cool that so many people supported him, he's a bunny/sunshine/bun/big guy (as you like it better) and all that. But...

They replaced Nice so quickly...

Okay, let's say again: it was literally publicly announced to the fans that their hero, the man they believed in all this time, was not only replaced by someone completely different, but also because he died. He is not tired, he has not resigned, he has not given up his heroic work, no. Died. And okay, thanks to Ling Lin for not talking about "suicide." He's talking about "death." You can take his words in any way you want (although that's not the point, but still). It just kills me to think that no one, except for the person who was really close to Nice (Wrek), began to grieve for him. Okay, it hasn't been a day since Lin Lin's revelation, I get it. But at the end of the fourth episode, we are shown how the advertisement with Nice's face changes to Linlin's face and no one seems to notice, as if it were....normal? Of course, when the heroes in the world are constantly changing each other and appear and disappear as if at the click of your fingers (yeah, yes, understood, understood at the click of your fingers ha ha) changing a hero at the tenth rank shouldn't be unusual, but... Do the previous heroes get forgotten so quickly?

The first three episodes were filled with the fans' love for Nice. Peculiar, but warm in its own way. They cheered for him, they came to fan meetings, they supported him as much as they could.....And they forgot about him so quickly? Just because.......and why, exactly?

I'm pretty sure they'll show us the backstory of what happened. There is no way such a complex and at the same time terribly interesting character could be so easily forgotten by its creators. Especially considering the shot that recently appeared on Twitter...

In general, the phenomenon of Nice's character and his popularity among the fandom is a topic for a separate conversation, we are not ready for this conversation yet.

But I know for sure that no matter how the creators made him, no matter how crazy, broken, abusive and generally unstable he actually is, I will be delighted.

(what's the point, I'll support him even if he decides to rise from the dead and kill all the other heroes)

((Go ahead, dear! You're walking the road of rage and revenge, and who are we to stop you?)) So! I'm leaving a small message here (rather for myself) because I know that we still have a lot of interesting things to learn about other characters and many of my thoughts will get lost in the flood of new information.

DON'T FORGET HIM.

Never forget that he existed. He was there. It all started with him. And probably it all will end with him.

[buckybarnes-lover]

Roommies (Chapter 2)

Roomates Bucky Barnes x fem!reader au

Words: 1,683

Warnings: Slight NSFW, no smut but pretty handsy make-out sesh

A/N: This is the first time I've written any sort of NSFW so sorry if it's not that good, but thank you so much for reading! This is also the last part, I don't think I'm going to write another one but pls enjoy!

( You can read part 1 here )

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You, Nat and Wanda arrive at the club, ready to party the night away and forget everything that just happened in the last hour. You go up to the bar, order the first round of drinks and bring them to the table where Nat and Wanda are already sitting.

You've barely finished your drinks by the time you're all up and dancing along to the heavy beat of the music. For a while, you forget about Bucky and just focus of moving with the music and having a great time with your friends. You can feel the care-free energy radiating from everyone and it feels so good, not having to worry about school work or a hot roommate that also happens to be your best friend, it's nice to just let go and be in the moment.

After a while, you notice your feet starting to get sore. You tell Wanda you're going to get another drink and go over to the bar. Sitting on the bar stool you glance around the club while you wait for the bartender to notice you, you're looking at Nat and Wanda dancing their heart away when you hear a voice from behind you.

"Can I buy you a drink?" You turn around to see a guy roughly your age leaning on the bar table. You consider his question, he's pretty fit, not as fit as Bucky but maybe enough for you to forget about Bucky, plus he seems nice.

"Um, Sure, I'll have a vodka-coke, thanks." You give him your most charming smile and watch as he tells the bartender your order. A moment later you've both got your drinks in front of you.

"So, does the pretty lady have a name?" He asks turning all his attention on you. You consider telling him your real name but as nice as he seems you never know, he might be a total stalker, also you're probably never going to see him again anyway so you tell him a fake name.

"And you?" You ask him back taking a sip of your vodka-coke hoping the alcohol will kick in soon.

"Oliver." He answers with an attempt at a flirty grin "But you call me Ollie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Ollie, thank you for the drink." He's kinda boring but at least he's not being creepy, small blessings. You sit and chat for a bit more before the alcohol fully kicks in and you feel like dancing again.

"Let's dance?" You stand and reach a hand out towards him, hopefully he's a good dancer but you're so tipsy you probably won't even notice.

"Sure." He takes your hand and lets you lead him to the dance floor.

                                                         *****

Its 2am by the time you, Nat and Wanda decide its time to go home, all tipsy and giggly you stumble the 10 minute journey to your flat, dropping Nat and Wanda off on the way. You'd considered going home with Ollie when you were at the club but, honestly you didn't feel like hooking up with anyone that wasn't Bucky, so much for forgetting about him. You step into your flat and lean against the door, with alcohol still in your system you feel too energetic to go to bed so you opt to stumble into the kitchen for anything that might interest you instead.

After a while of rummaging and finding nothing interesting you give up, but you're still not tired enough to go to bed, maybe a warm shower will help relax you. Yeah, that sounds good, so with your mind made up you make your way to the bathroom, occasionally bumping into bits of furniture.

When you reach the bathroom the light is already on but you don't think much about it, you just focus on removing your heels and slipping out of your dress. You push aside the shower curtain and hop into the steamy shower, immediately relaxing as the warm water hits your skin. For a moment, you relish in the feeling of warmth and calm that the water brings until you realize that you never turned the shower on. Wait, if you didn't turn it on, who did?

"Ahem."

You practically jump out of your skin as a masculine voice fake coughs to get your attention. It takes a second for your eyes to focus again and as soon as they do, they land on right on Bucky. A very naked and wet Bucky. Oh, he looks delicious like that, the water dripping down from his chest to the contours of his abs and further south until -

Oh, wow, he's fucking hu-

Bucky clears his throat and looks at you expectantly.

"What?"

"I said, what are you doing?" He repeats with a confused but also, slightly amused expression. If he noticed you staring, he's not bringing it up, which is great because it saves you some embarrassment from this entirely humiliating situation. 

"I, um..." You head is still reeling with confusion and arousal you can't even form a coherent answer to his very logical question. You wobble a bit as you half shrug your shoulders to try and convey that you're just as baffled as he is about the whole thing.

He raises his brow slightly, giving you an amused look.

"Are you drunk?" He asks with a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Like, not much." Your words have a slight slur at the end giving you away.

"Oh you're drunk doll." He crosses his arms. Annoyed, you huff and try to do the same but with more sass, which was a poor choice on your part because the motion makes you wobble and you end up slipping forwards right into Bucky's arms.

His biceps feel solid under your grip, you know he works out a lot, but damn, this man's built like a brick house. You look up to find him staring down at you, his cocky expression from earlier gone, replaced by something more sincere - loving even.

It hits you once again that you're standing mere inches from each other, soaking wet and naked as the day you were born. Well, this is not how you thought your evening would go.

Your mind can't help but drift to thoughts you definitely shouldn't be having about your best friend and, maybe it's the alcohol in you making you imagine things, but he looks like he's having some pretty similar thoughts. 

The longer you two stand there, both transfixed in each others gazes, the more you feel the need to lean forward kiss him. At that thought alone, your heart rate speeds up and your tummy does flips, it's risky and you might be misinterpreting this whole situation but you can't stop yourself.

In a moment of pure courage, you push yourself forward and crash your lips into his. It feels amazing, better than any late-night daydream you could've come up with and after a second of hesitation, Bucky kisses you back, passionately and full of raw energy. His tongue brushes past your bottom lip and into your mouth, making you whimper and slide your arms up and around his shoulders to bringing him closer.

His hands find your hips and gently push you against the shower wall. The coldness of the water vapor makes you arch your back, lightly grazing your breasts against his chest. Bucky groans as he feels your hard nipples brush against him and reaches his hand up to cup your tit, using his thumb to rub your sensitive peak. The contact makes you moan, which is immediately swallowed by Bucky's passionate mouth.

You feel like you're on could nine, Bucky is everything you imagined and more, you wish you could stay in the moment forever.

But Bucky's movements suddenly stop and his breathing is heavy and rapid as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Still breathless from your intense make-out, "Bucky?"  You question, you're confused as to why he stopped, you were having a great time, right?

"Sorry doll," He lifts his head up to look at you, his pupils dilated and his lips swollen. "Its just that, I really like you, I have for a while now but, I don't want to do this when you're not fully sober."

You're slightly disappointed that you won't be getting laid like you hoped but that was quickly overlooked when you registered his other words.

'I really like you.'  

"You like me? Like, really?" You ask, feeling every cell in your body start to bubble with joy.

Bucky likes you.

"Ever since we moved in together." His eyes are filled with such genuineness and love, you feel like you're floating.

He reallylikes you.

Your heart feels as though it's about to combust, you'd figured he must of liked you at least a little bit to be making out with you and not shoving you out of the shower the second you stepped in, but hearing him actually say the words made you feel ecstatic.

Not even in your most unhinged daydreams did you ever think he would confess liking you ever since you moved in together, especially not in a shower of all places. This is definitely your favorite night ever.

You want to pull him in for another kiss, a tender loving kiss this time but you realize you haven't told him you feel the same. 

"Me too." You blurt out. "I mean I like you too, is what I'm saying."

He looks at you like you've told him he's won the lottery.

"Yeah? So does that mean I can take you on a date?" His plump and well-kissed lips form into a smirk.

"Maybe once we get out this shower." You smirk back, your belly doing back-flips at the prospect of going on a date with Bucky.

You both burst into huge smiles as you turn off the shower and dry yourselves off. Once you're fully dried and in your sleeping clothes, you crawl into Bucky's bed and cuddle up to each other.

You don't think you've ever fallen asleep feeling so content and happy.

****

Tag list:

@doilooklikeagiveafrack, @unaxv, @avengersfan25

[polyamorousmood]

Fuck...

Ok so, I have a heck of a dilemma here, and I apologize if this is the wrong place to vent/seek advice about this, because the only thing specifically poly about this is the fact that there happens to be a polyam relationship involved here.

But anyways, I have these couple I'm friends with who I've recently started dating. Going to call them... L and V. And I have a best friend who I'll call S. Everyone involved I've known for years now.

Niw things have been going absolutely magically with L and V, I have no problems with the relationship. It's something that kinda started out casual, but may actually be headed in a more serious direction bc the longer we date and talk to each other, the more it really seems like we're falling more and more in love with one another. Communication has also been crystal clear and impeccable, probably my only complaint is how far away they live lol.

Now um, the issue however, is my best friend... S.

I went to celebrate the news with her shortly after this all began... and she told me a pretty awful story about some stuff that V did to her. I will spare the details, but essentially this was sexual harassment and bullying, and it had a very profound effect on her...

Now, I would have broken off the relationship then and there... However, the tricky thing about this is it happened when they were like 14. Nearly a decade ago. So long ago that V literally had a different name and pronouns back then.

She is not the same person she was when she did these things, and she hasn't been for years and years.

It seems wildly unfair to her to judge her for this behavior, which is so disconnected from the person I know her as today. Additionally having spoken with L about this, she confirmed that having known about this story, she has kept an eye out through the years the two of them have been dating, and she can corroborate this with her own observations and judgement, which I trust immensely.

Yet at the same time, I can completely understand S's feelings on the matter and why she wouldn't want to forgive her for what happened, it would also be unfair to her to dismiss these feelings when they clearly hold have had such a profound effect on her.

(Like, I was real piece of shit too when I was 14... I would feel so distraught to have that brought back up against me now as a different person, but ar the same time I would understand why someone I hurt back then wouldn't want to speak to me.)

Now, at first it seemed like it may be possible to thread the needle here.

I talked this out with each of them, and I established some formal rules and boundaries to keep V away from S, and make sure my relationship here doesn't bring them into contact with each other. V even quite graciously volunteered unprompted to step away completely from all of our mutual friends.

And for a time S seemed satisfied with this, it seemed like we could move forward.

But now that some more time has passed she's come to me again, and appears to be changing her mind. She seems upset with me for having continued with this relationship, and is now stating that she doesn't think she can continue to be friends with someone in a relationship with L or V.

And, frankly I just feel exhausted about this whole situation at this point.

I've skipped over a good amount here but I've been thinking about and discussing this for weeks now and just, fuck....

I really don't want to have to choose between these relationships...

S and I have been best friends for years now, and my relationship with her is one of the most precious in my life. I love her immensely.

Meanwhile what's been happening with L and V has felt like a dream come true, I've also been friends with them for years, and I feel so happy with them, and I also love them quite dearly. It feels like exactly the sort of thing I've needed in my life for a while now and I just, I feel, almost angry that events have transpired such that this joy is being ripped away from me,,, (even though I that this not the crux of the issue).

I feel like if it really comes down to it, I need to pick S, because then I at least get to keep L and V as friends. But honestly it just feels like such an impossible situation. Even if I did that I don't know how I can just, put away my feelings for them like that all of a sudden...

To complicate matters even further, some additional points I didn't really know how to fit in:

- S has also been experiencing a pretty severe mental health crisis at the moment, unrelated to the present issue. Her emotions and intensity towards these issues seems to vacillate quite dramatically day to day, which makes engaging with this make me feel nervous and unpredictable.

- L and S are also exes, though this relationship was brief and it happened years ago. It ended on terms which I would describe as neither amicable nor acrimonious, with neither party really at fault.

- V does not dispute that this happened, but does have what seem like very plausible objections to some of the details in S's account.

- I have also been in a bit of a bit of a mental health episode with some of my own issues, as I write this I'm going through a couple different med withdrawals because I lost track of my prescriptions, had a bout of substance abuse the other day (which is unusual for me), and generally just kinda feel like shit, I am not just emotionally exhausted because of this, but from my own issues, and actual physical exhaustion. I feel nervous to engage at the present moment, because I'm not in a great headspace but S also clearly seems to want to talk and I've already been deferring that conversation, I don't want her to feel like I'm ignoring her.

I just feel so fucking lost... I don't want to lose anyone... and my plate is already so full with my own neuroses and fuckups, I just feel... Numb.

Yeah, that's A Lot. I'm sorry all this is weighing on you, and being overwhelmed is absolutely the normal response. 🫂

I'm gonna keep it real with you, man, I'm not able to tell you what to do here. What I will do, though, is raise some points I think you should consider moving forward. I hope it helps you sort through everything.

Can you handle this right now? Frankly, it sounds like maybe the answer is "no". If so, are you able to take a step back? Can you go a stretch of time without talking to either "side" while you get your bearings and stabilize yourself? Do you have a therapist or very strong support system outside of S, L, and V? If not, you need to get that set up yesterday

Will whatever you choose be permanent? Since you think S is more sensitive to this than usual, is it possible to step back from one side or the other for a while while S stabilizes? (Also how long will that take and can you handle it?) Then look at reintroducing or ramping back up whichever the other one was when S is better equipped to deal with that?

Can you talk to S openly? Can she help you understand why its so hard on her even with the limits you've already put in place? Have you explained that while you understand S was seriously hurt she has no mandate to get over that, it also feels incredibly unfair for you, a party who was not involved, to hold something a decade old over the head of someone else, and that it feels unfair you're being forced to choose sides in that? If you can't now, will you ever?

Spinning off of that, how will it impact your friendship with S that she put you in this situation? Especially if you're not able to talk it through with her about how shitty if feels for you. As much I consider myself a gracious person, I personally would absolutely hold a grudge against that friend forever despite my best efforts. You said you felt you'd "have" to choose S if it actually came down to it, but would that even save the friendship with S? I'd hate for you to choose that and then have your own resentment spoil the friendship anyway, but maybe you're a much stronger person than I am in that regard.

How you feel about sneaking? Don't get me wrong, this is no one's first choice, and this is not necessarily a recommendation. Could you pull it off to keep L and V your dirty little secret? Do you want to? Would they? Can what S doesn't know hurt her?

What are the odds S is okay (and stays okay) with you staying friends with L and V? Has S said explicitly that was okay, or does she expect you to cut off contact when/if you stop dating them? If she is okay with you staying friends, can she explain what that difference is and why it matters to her? Might her feelings on that change like her feelings on you dating them (or something akin to dating them) did? What do you do then?

How are V and L doing with all this? How understanding will they be to your choices?

Will your choice, whatever that may be, set a precedent? Do you like the precedent it sets? Are you prepared to deal with future issues under the precedent you'd be setting now?

Lastly. There is a lot of potential progress that could be made by S talking directly to V and clearing the air. It sounds like V would be willing to apologize for a lot of stuff, and maybe closure could be had. But it also has the potential to go very bad, and fast. With S being less than stable, it might not even be something you want to float by her. But I have rarely seen things get 100% resolved without that, anecdotally, so if its not an option, be prepared to buckle down for the long haul. If that is an option, consider a moderator, and make sure that moderator is someone other than you or L.

Okay. Breath time. That's a lot, so take a sec here to regroup. Do something to reset. Get a drink 🧃 or wash your face🧑🚿 or image search "hamsters in hats"🐹👒. Like for real. The rest of this answer will still be here when you get back.

Once you're refreshed... I do have a little bit of actual advice. Its not the core problem, but in my experience, these will be integral to preventing additional spiraling. I'm tired of the bullet format, so I'm going to try each point in its own font. If that doesn't work with your eyes, maybe copy/paste into a notepad or notes app and it should make it all the default font.

Do not talk shit on S with V&L and vice versa. Find a neutral third party to vent to. If all your friends are involved, get a new one or a therapist. Do not vent to one about the other. When you have to tell them about something, prep them that you will be doing so, keep your tone neutral, and own your decisions. For example, you will NOT say "S is making me break up with you" to L or V. You MAY say "Its very hard on S for me to be seeing you right now, so I am considering taking a step back from both of you."

Try not to let shit fester. That is very difficult when you've got to balance another's precarious mental health (ask me how I know. Actually, please don't). But if you're fucked up by something, you have a right to respectfully discuss it with the relevant person. If you're going to be mad or hurt, it will make things worse long term if you never say something. That shit earns compound interest (please don't ask me how I know) so you gotta make sure you pay it off quick. If you consider something a sacrifice, the other person should know, and they should show you some amount of gratitude for making that sacrifice. Watch yourself if you're the type to lose your temper that it doesn't slide into berating, guilt-tripping, etc. But you can and should talk about how its affecting you.

Let people know ahead of time, when you can, what things are likely from you in what situations. "I may have a few days of radio silence if I get overwhelmed," for example. This applies not just to L, V, and S, but your other friends as well.

The End

Those are the big points. There are always a lot of things to juggle when its messy like this, so you'll have to forgive me if I overlooked something. You'll also of course have to use your own judgement. In addition to my normal "see your therapist" reminder, I feel the need to add in this case: you don't have to be suicidal to utilize your crisis line of choice📞. You can call just for emotional crisis, or if you're considering using, or if someone ELSE is in an emotional crisis and you don't know how tf to deal with it. I'm not gonna plug any particular hotline here, because its very easily googlable, but I recommend choosing one to have saved in your phone, even if you're sure you'll never use it.

And with that out of the way, let me once again offer you my condolences. Its a shitty place to find yourself, and resolving the situation will also probably be stressful. But that doesn't mean its eternal. It will be over with eventually, one way or another, and you will stand on the other side. So deep breath. Godspeed and Good Luck. 🫂🍀

[chahaezii]

I have arrived with a very VERY wholesome ish request

so like...

Imagine, you're the secretary of ahjin guild and one day igris or beru brought a now baby jinwoo, like jinwoo was doing his average exp farming in dungeons and something goes wrong and since jinwoo can't talk properly in his baby form he had igris or beru take him to his office where he knows his secretary has very maternal skills or is a baby lover or smth like that like 🤷‍♀️

Bonus points if the reader is simple mindedly naive like jinho or esil since jinwoo gets along well with the innocents 🐬🐬🐬🐬

Beru: "miss... My Lord has a problem..."

Name: *looks at beru and looks down seeing a baby jinwoo in beru's hands*

Jinwoo: "..." *Death stare*

Name: "guild master...?"

Jinwoo: *blinks*

*name starts poking her guild master*

Reader can be a hunter healer type lowk

FINALLY A REAL HUMAN WITH A REAL REQUEST 😭🙏 I THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA ANON 🙏🙏🙏

Anyways, I'll see what I can do here :)

“Mind explaining how this happened?” You couldn't believe your eyes. The guild master is now a baby? You believed this was some sort of sick prank. How could the guild master come back as a baby? You stopped poking as Jinwoo reached for your finger with his little baby hands.

“I'm afraid I too am lost, Miss. I came back to my liege being turned into.. this.” Beru can't seem to understand how this happened either. Both of you are now lost, but, you had your experience with babies considering you used to babysit before getting a job in the Ahjin Guild. “Well, give him to me. I'll try figuring something out.” You're not sure what to do next but your first instincts are to take care of him.

Jinwoo stared you down as you picked him up from Beru's hands. You couldn't exactly tell what he wanted but you could tell from his cute expression that he wants to say something. Though, all that came out was adorable little coos. You couldn't help but chuckle at him. You're used to seeing him being cold and nonchalant, so, seeing him as a baby and acting all adorable is a new sight.

“Guild master, do you understand me?” You thought it was quite stupid to ask a question, after all, he's a baby. What if you just seemed like an idiot for trying to talk to a baby? Beru was there, standing and observing you. He didn't know what to do either.

Thankfully, Jinwoo nodded as more coos came out from him. “So you can't speak but you understand me. Do you reckon you could maybe communicate in other ways? Maybe write?” You didn't give him time to nod or anything, you placed him down gently on the couch and grabbed a paper and pen to give to Jinwoo. You placed them down in front of him, hoping he'd pick it up and write something. Anything at all.

Jinwoo picked the pen up and wrote something, the handwriting is really bad but readable. "I have no idea what happened." Is what he wrote. You couldn't help but to scratch your head. You're even more confused now, how come he could understand and write as a baby? What did this to him?

“My liege, I've taken a search on the internet. It says here you've been cursed.” Beru's statement made you a little surprised. How come the Sung Jinwoo got cursed with such a silly curse? Seriously? Being turned into a baby?

"Well, how long does this curse last?" You read aloud as he writes his sentence down. Good question, though, you don't mind taking care of baby Jinwoo. Sometimes you felt as if you wanted to go back to babysitting, but of course you didn't. The job of being a secretary in Ahjin Guild pays more than enough for you. So, taking care of little baby Jinwoo is the equivalent to healing your maternal instincts.

“This sort of curse could potentially last up to a week or less.” Beru seemed a little nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? Imagine your master turned into a baby. You'd probably be lost and nervous like Beru. “So, we got to take care of the baby guild master for up to a week or maybe less?” You asked Beru with a hint of excitement in your tone, but you hid that excitement before Beru or Jinwoo caught it. “Yes, Miss, if it isn't much of a trouble. My liege can't summon anyone else to help at the moment, so only you can help us here.” He explained to you, well it makes sense. How is he going to summon anything without the ability to speak?

“Of course, I'm more than happy to help.” You couldn't help but smile. You missed taking care of babies, and now you're not taking care of just any baby, it's your own guild master. Which makes it more important for you to thoroughly take care of him. He's the reason why you got a stable career, this could be you repaying his favours in some way, right?

Jinwoo has been quiet for the whole time, he didn't write nor do anything. He was silently staring at both you and Beru. You noticed it and asked him a question, “Guild master, are you okay? Are you upset?” You worry, if guild master is upset then you must do something to cheer him up. He looked away from you, it's clear he is upset. “Guild master, don't be like that.. a week isn't that long!” You try to confront him, of course it didn't work. So, you resort to another plan. “How about we go get ice cream? then to the park? I'm sure you'll love it!” Jinwoo didn't budge, but, you picked him up anyways. “Let's go now, don't be so sad guild master, Beru will be with us too! Isn't that fun?” You seemed to be forgetting the fact that he's a very powerful hunter if he's not in such an adorable form. You baby talk with him, treating him just like how you would with a real baby.

You walked your way to the ice cream vendor outside of the building, buying a small cup of vanilla ice cream. “I got your ice cream guild master! Say ahh” Jinwoo didn't open his mouth at first, but you begged him nicely, “Please guild master? Give it a try! I promise you it's really yummy” Jinwoo felt annoyed but he gave in. He opened his mouth and ate the ice cream you spoon fed him. It's really good, but Jinwoo didn't want to show any reactions to you. “Awh you did it! Good job guild master. Now, let's head to the park shall we?” You chuckled as you continued your walk to the park. Beru didn't utter a single word for the whole time he was there, though he did giggle quietly here and there. Guess he found it rather adorable too that his master is now a baby. Beru didn't want to catch attention from other people, so he decided to use a much smaller form.

You arrived at the park and sat down on one of the benches there. “Isn't the weather nice out here?” You pinched his nose, playing with him. You know Jinwoo is definitely annoyed but what can you do? Awkwardly sit there in utter silence? Definitely a big no. You pointed out how some clouds looked like a certain shape and even played peek-a-boo with him. He didn't give much reaction but it was fine by you.

Moments passed and Jinwoo looked sleepy, he cooed at you, you understood immediately. “Someone is a little tired huh?” You got up from the bench to head back to the Ahjin Guild's building. As you arrived, you immediately went to Jinwoo's office and prepared a place for Jinwoo to comfortably sleep in. You would bring him home, but it feels a little off doing so. “Hope this is comfortable for you, guild master.” You placed him down on the couch with some extra pillows and a piece of clothing to replace a blanket. I mean, it's an office, there won't be just baby products or such lying around, you had to improvise.

“Miss, please do stay the night with us. I, Beru, need good assistance to take care of my liege.” Beru seemed genuine, so you nodded in agreement. You took another pillow from another couch to sleep on the floor next to Jinwoo. Making sure he is safe and comfortable. “Goodnight, guild master. Don't let the monsters get you!” You chuckled as you teased Jinwoo with childish jokes. Jinwoo didn't care anymore, he was exhausted, he couldn't do anything in this baby form. No summons, no ability usages, no nothing. He must be dependant on you and Beru for the next week or hopefully less.

I hope I used the correct wording on some of those sentences 😭 I never really thought of writing scenarios with babies before so this is my first attempt 🥀..

I don't think I'll make a part 2 for this but it was fun writing this! Thank you for the amazing request Anon <3 Do request more, I appreciate them alot ^.^

PS. Sorry if this looked rushed in any way, I'm sleepy currently but I know if I do it "later", I might procrastinate LOL

[inchidentally]

okay this is fucking weird and... fully factually wrong asfgasjlfgal

I'm obv removing the source and blog name etc so pls do not go try to find who it is and I dnw to be a part of any in-fighting etc

but also I rarely see anti shit since I'm fine w ppl being competitive over drivers and teams since ~sports~ and I stick to my dash so it's wild to me when someone puts it where they know I'll see it and I realize how insane the hate can get like it's fully leaving reality and creating a new one lahfljsafhafhl and ofc I love making a good stupid parasocial essay

also if someone else is actually interested in learning more about Oscar other than the caricature villain the anti tags have cultivated about him/seeing info from a balanced Lando and Oscar fan then why not

I know I’m a rare fully equal Lando and Oscar enjoyer till I d!e and I don’t mind hateuration when it’s not super serious and it’s part of sport culture etc etc. I follow blogs for half the grid and my dash is fully civil war every race weekend. it doesn’t bother me! even when ppl go super biased and delu like this bc of their hatred I don't mind either if it's just done in a non-deep way or if it's done where I don't have to see it. and I would NEVER rb someone's own post and get shitty with them in the tags.

so it’s not that someone has chosen to hate a driver that’s an issue it’s when someone takes it way too far and too personal and wrong - but even then I wouldn’t take notice if it weren’t yknow left for me to see on my own post.

- basic simple legacy tumblr rule: do NOT directly rb someone else’s content with anti additions on the post or in tags. make your own post so they don’t have to see it and do NOT tag it in ways that would show up for fans of that person or thing. if you wouldn't want to have to see that shit on your own posts then don't do it to someone else ok. esp since you'll probably spread it to even more anti people who will just add more onto it.

- to think Oscar of all people is laughing AT Lando cruelly and meanly is... insane. objectively insane. for one thing their relationship has grown naturally and without the veneer of PR bromance so we actually did see back when Lando wasn’t sure about Oscar and was more reserved with him, so he will NOT hide if he’s ever unhappy with him. in fact Lando can't hide his feelings on his face pretty much ever, but esp when he's upset or angry. in 2021 we got a full on-camera media pen moment where Lando looked daggers at Carlosof all people and stalked away from him. obv everything between them after this was immediately fine the next day but it's a perfect example of Lando not hiding his displeasure or annoyance even with his closest friends on the grid! and with Daniel, Lando rly did mean it when he said Daniel's win overshadowed his podium and despite being very good friends from the very starts - but they very much had tensions when they were teammates alongside being extremely good friends and having so many laughs at the same time. and ofc Max is practically family to Lando and they've said they spend the most downtime together out of their other grid friends and P sees Lando as an uncle, yet once again if Lando's not happy with him then it shows! so no, he’s not going to hide his feelings if he’s mad or upset ahsvshdbjd he certainly won't be belly laughing and pink and staring at Oscar happily if he's in fact hurt and upset by him ??? in fact I can’t actually imagine a Lando who’s capable of hiding his feelings that well bc the poor guy often wishes he could !!

- LANDO BEING SILLY ABOUT HIS NON ACADEMIC BRAIN HAS BEEN GOING ON AS A BIT STARTED BY HIM SINCE FOREVER. like I'm sorry but if you're blogging at all about Lando did you miss every single stream where his closest friends laugh and joke with him about his spelling or not knowing certain facts. I can’t grasp knowing who Lando Norris is and thinking he doesn’t fully embrace and laugh about this like it’s probably top 3 thing in funny Lando moments compilations on social media ??? in this exact clip I screenshotted from Lando makes MULTIPLE jokes about not going to school while cackling and says "see I wouldn't ask me that" when Oscar checks with him that the Pacific is indeed bigger than the Atlantic LIKE I'm so confused at anyone seeing that as Oscar being evil and mean and callous ??????

- actually Oscar is one of the ONLY people who doesn’t always and immediately laugh AT Lando for his academic blocks AND as in this very video he gives Lando full opportunity to try AND “why not explain instead of laughing!” oh yea because he frequently does ??? there’s literally a whole Thing between them that even normal fans have picked up on where Lando’s brain struggles and Oscar has learned to gently help ! he spells words for him, provides race locations, stands off to the side unseen and helps !! again. utterly insane to think Oscar of all ppl as being “superior” and mean when he’s one of the few people who doesn’t just openly laugh every time Lando gets something wrong and notices when Lando is actually insecure and helps him out !! EVERYONE ELSE just laughs at Lando including his closest friends but ironically it’s Oscar who pauses, studies Lando’s reaction and sometimes chooses to not laugh and help him out !! Oscar watching and learning Lando literally over the years - even before knowing him personally - is a whole thing!

- considering Lando’s biggest personal cause is mental health and anti bullying, people like this need to drop the whole “Piastri is evil because he doesn’t express emotions the correct way” therefore he “likes being superior” ???and “Piastri is an evil manipulator because he’s racing Lando and wants to win just like Lando says about his teammates” totally ignoring the fact that the Carlos and Daniel bromances had the benefit of not having a competitive car AND with Carlos there was a huuuuge difference in ability and speed that Lando actually said would make him depressed because he wanted to “beat him for once” (that’s why he said he wanted Carlos there for his win, because he “wanted to look down on him”) oops turns out Lando’s competitive too and he’s not evil! Oscar is very obviously loved and Lando clearly likes him and ironically the fact that they hangs out outside of work but choose not to post photos or video and only mention it means that they want to keep their time together private, which is sweet and not “fake” as ppl randomly decide to call it. the fact that they chose not to do a bromance and hate doing PR work is actually sweet as well bc Lando’s said sometimes he likes doing that kind of work but sometimes he also likes to be quiet and not looked at. it's also very worth knowing that Lando specifically said Oscar is the complete opposite to Daniel (but that they're both lovely guys and he likes them both) but that he sees Oscar as being very similar to himself. so it kind of pulls the rug out from thinking Oscar is cold, evil, etc etc etc because he isn't gregarious or doesn't express himself the way everyone's come to expect from other drivers.

- and everyone REALLY needs to go away w interpreting someone self-admittedly low energy/quiet/private and who has literally said he dislikes that people think he’s cold and calculating and who even recently said to look at his onboards and that he expresses his excitement plenty just not through words AND his longtime gf and all four women in his family adore him AND Abbi Pulling said he seems “too nice to be a racing driver” AND he inspires the same long term loyalty Lando does in people INCLUDING LANDO'S BEST FRIEND. Max literally stands up for Oscar against fans and says his relationship with him is great and was literally there for both Oscar's birthdays the past two years and tweeting at him, eating his cake aslfgsaljfgsa. so just because Oscar isn’t great at PR like so many drivers doesn’t mean he’s evil and cruel or cold. Lando often admits he’s frequently not great at PR and lands himself in hot water sjsvshdbdj

- Oscar’s had to “overcome fewer obstacles” ????? than Lando ???? listen I fully am so here for Lando’s insane work ethic so this is in no way trying to reverse the insult onto him bc I will never do the whole putting these guys against each other. it’s to educate that: Oscar literally couldn’t afford to get beyond F2 which is why Mark Webber stepped in to get him sponsorships. and in order for Oscar to progress in karting at all he had to leave his family behind in Australia and live in the UK. he’s far from working class ofc but despite winning feeder series each year he would’ve had to stop before F1 purely down to money if it weren’t for Mark. whereas Lando’s dad is an actual billionaire. and again FULL kudos to Lando bc he specifically said he didn’t want to rely on his dad's money to buy a seat and he didn’t!! but he’s said himself he’s been extremely lucky that his dad could devote himself completely to Lando’s career and that they’ve never wanted for money at all. AND THE REASON OSCAR FINISHED SCHOOL WAS BC HE NEEDED A BACKUP CAREER. he's never actually said he himself is particularly brainy just that he didn’t know if he could afford to progress so engineering would keep him in the sport. so there's not only no comparing the two of them, it's also hysterical to say Oscar had more opportunities than Lando like Lando would literally laugh at that

like I’m sorry this comes off as intense it’s mostly me just ????? bc these tags are the direct OPPOSITE of reality where Oscar was a very huge fan of Lando’s for years before being his teammate, he then closely watched and learned Lando when they became teammates and he’s now such a trusted and kind friend (yes, ppl are weird enough that we've had to point out it's official lsfgajlfgla) that Lando literally looks over at Oscar for help when his brain is struggling !! like this is not a fandom interpretation or anything it physically actually happens and random F1 fans even notice and comment on it !!

anyway it’s fine to be a hater and it's expected in sports spaced etc but do not do it under someone else’s content or where non hater fans can see ok ???

[steve0discusses]

Episode I dunno, like 60? Is anyone keeping track? OMG it's 52. This is part 52.

Remember how I was like "I'll be able to get the next episode up real soon!" Well...

...you can probably guess what happened...

But we're back again! Last post I mentioned that this season it felt like Yami spent his time finding his lost memories of his father and his friends, but I feel like Yami never found himself in all of this.

But, he did make a new boobie card!

And there he goes, goodbye Zorc, I hardly knew you. Like literally. This was a very short arc (despite how long it took me to write these recaps)

The sun comes out to welcome another scorching day in the desert, and all of our starry eyed friends wonder at this new guy, Atem.

JK, he’s still Yami, thus confirming my whole spiel from earlier about if this new name is even important past that one single plot point with the necklace. It's really not.

It’s the end of the show, the bad guy is dead…maybe it’s just me expecting the show to follow the same formula as any other adventure show when the love interests are reunited but hot damn

Tea is the one who gave him the airport cartouche to save his ass, she's supposed to have been ... dating? ... him the past 5 seasons. Does Tea EVER get sidelined in this show, hahaha!

Please admire the shape on this jacket on Seto. Caught this in a beautiful animation tween.

Ah, and now the second dead as hell elephant in the room 🐘🐘, it is time to put Yami away.

Forever. 

That’s right. We’re going to cure Yugi in the show that is all symbolically about living with an uncurable mental illness. We’re going to stuff this brand new friend directly back in his tomb in a show that is all about making new friends. We’re going to treat Yami like the crutch I have said he was for the last 5 seasons, but only in the last half of the last arc of the show.

Yugi is going to grow up, be a man, and uh…kill his best friend to do it, I guess. Neat.

And I’m sure the show was like “no, this isn’t death” but what is death in my counter? That’s right, soul disconnected from body, that is death. Welcome to the death pile, Yami, you’ve been here before and now you get to be here again!

And like don’t get me wrong, I’ve been wanting this guy out of this boy’s bean since day one, it’s a very unhealthy thing they got going, but the whiplash of how quickly we all decide “Yep, lets do it,” is very, very funny.

We also address the third elephant 🐘🐘🐘, which is how the hell Seto got to fake Egypt and what the hell is he still doing here?

And thus we end the Kaiba arc of this season. He started a man who did not believe in magic, and ended a man that might believe in magic sometimes. Cool. Most of the Seto development was by the Seto in the hat, not gonna lie. Seto was mostly here for eye candy, and that’s OK. That’s Joey’s job most of the time, after all, so it was time Seto did some of the heavy lifting.

Egypt picks up the rubble, as I’m sure they have to do quite a lot in this era, when Yami decides to hint to Hat Seto that Seto’s whole coup was a huge waste of time because Yami was going to give him the kingdom anyway.

Oh, PS, I have no idea how his court is all alive again, Don’t worry about it, they weren’t alive in the first place. Everyone here is a dead guy de facto anyway.

Especially Yami.

I assume that Hat Seto gets given the necklace by Yami because in the original storyline, he would have gotten the necklace after Yami died.

Although, I guess that necklace would have been in pieces and in a spooky ass box. Or maybe Seto was the one who made the spooky ass box and then shoved it in a cursed tomb with a sign that says "you will die if you open this tomb and this spooky ass box" That Mr Muto completely ignored.

No idea, but I never really think about how past Seto technically was a millennium necklace owner at one point, after Yami had died. Although it was like...out of batteries at the time and sleeping.

And then they conveniently peace the hell out of Dodge.

Lets not get me wrong, half of my lack of attachment has to do with never ending long covid and chronic fatigue and stress messing with my brainballs. But also…

…I feel like it’s missing something. Again, this was a season of excess in everywhere but it should have been. We had so many new characters who had a lot of potential. We had the overarching villain of the entire show. We had Yami learn about a past that has been hinted at for 4 seasons and now it’s here and like…it needed more time in the oven. 

I was in film classes for a hot minute and they'd talk about story structure and about how the climax should be like 1/3 of your story most of the time. Imagine if this whole season had been this? Or 2 seasons? Then maybe I'd be more attached.

But it’s not a bad season, I think. I’ve seen way worse TV. But lets say, I understand why people maybe weren’t thrilled by this ending. Especially since next time, we gotta kill Yami. Youknow, the heart of the cards, the heart of the show, and the actual heart-throb to all the teens that watched this? Yeah that guy. 

Lets straight up send him back to Hell.

(Normally I would put a link here to read these in chrono order, but I think I need to redo my tumblr template or something everything's moved around. But if you know, you know.)

[jimbooooo0oo]

Friday

This my first tumblr fic so it could definitely be better but yea. I wrote this in a frenzy last night hope you guys enjoy.

7:36pm, Friday night and Mark is curled up in your bed swiping through William's instagram story (when the fuck did he get so many friends?). Your at your desk playing some video game (there are way to many of them to keep track of). Mark was about to switch to snap but then you say

"Holy shit! Mark you have to see this."

"Alright alright"

Mark untangles himself from your favorite blanket and lazily pushes himself off your bed.

"Fuck I died. Lemme see if I can get back there"

Mark laughs and pulls out the extra chair at your desk before plopping himself down in it.

"What did you want to show me?"

"I'm gettn' there"

From the looks of it you were playing… sonic? That blue thing looked a lot like him anyway. Your playing a city level and… dying. A shit ton. You play the first part on this really bendy highway (how the fuck is anyone supposed to drive on that shit?) pretty much perfectly and then you bounce of this little red thing and then launch yourself into floating ball of spikes and the swear like a sailor. Mark's heard the opening cords of the level music like 5-7 times before you finally make it past the spikes of death. You do a lot of launching and flipping (since when was sonic this loud?) before entering a domed highway.

"What did you wanna show me?"

"So like there's this cool tech, idk if I can do it tho"

"Oh ok"

Mark looks down at his phone, 7:56. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand and looks back up at your computer screen. Your at a part of the level with a ton of spikes (why are there so many spikes???). You're trying to avoid a wall of em and end up dying.

"Fuckn' shitty ass fuckn'" you mumble more curses and restart. Pause the game and take off your headphones and turn up the game volume. The next 15 minutes are kinda a blur. You start messing up earlier and Eve texts him about chem today (their chem basically shit himself in front of them and curtly excused him), so safe to say Mark was only half paying attention. He did notice when you straighten out your posture he got to hear more of the music, so that was probably helping.

"Babe look up"

"Huh?"

You've stopped on a rooftop and start pointing to stuff on screen and animatly explained what the tech you'd found was. That was interesting, sounded difficult but Mark was definitely (totally) staring at your biceps rn. All that time in the gym with we'd spent was finally paying off (it was really cute how shy you were when he suggested the idea).

"Are you listening"

"I'm staring at your arms."

You wrinkle your nose and grumble a thanks while trying to hide your smile (failing miserably) before returming to your game.

"Can I try it out"

"uh, sure"

You get up and mark takes your seat. Maybe it's because you were getting the hang of the level and making it look easy but he kinda forgot that he's god awful at video games. he fuck ups and dies over the first pit, shit. no no, gimmie one more try. He launches into the ball of spikes and dies, 5 more times. He mumbling curse cause why is this so hard?

"Since when did you start cursing so much Mark?"

"Since we started dating. Your a bad influence" Mark gets to LINE (why is there a LINE of them after having to get past one. Mark is NOT built for this) of spike balls. He looks down on the keyboard and hesitantly presses jump. Sonic launches into the spikes and he fucking dies.

"I'm just a fucking boy, babe"

"and you proved my point"

Mark gives a kiss on the cheek before getting up from your seat, he's had enough video games for the next 3 months tbh.

Hope you liked it. idk if I'll be taking requests atp. If ur curious about the level they're playing, it's skyscraper scamper act 1-2 from sonic unleashed. Beenn on a recompiled kick recently and had a burst of inspiration while playing.

[ysaefinn]

ok hi again

idk if it was ever brought up?? surely i’d have to scroll a bit but did we ever discuss how sugu began caring and babying / infantilizing reader? LOL i know that’s kind of blunt but i am curious.

i know he probably knew right away, like, “yup. that’s my baby” but was there a gradual process of coddling reader in that way? making them develop that mindset for him? i’m super interested in knowing what u think

-🧸

Hmm we didn't BUT it was to keep it interpretation friendly.

In the case of mommy!sugu he is already like that lmaoooo, the lines between mommy!suguru and any other suguru may appear blurry but the difference lies in how they treat you on a day to day basis (we'll get to do that some other time)

And about knowing right away, yes!! That is the first thing that came to my mind :D See, what would help your average Suguru awaken his motherly instincts is a first meeting in a situation where he feels like he needs to protect you, where you're in danger and bonus points if you reach out to him for help. So picture being followed down the street by a creep, or being harassed at a party and asking him to pretend to be your boyfriend. His womb starts screaming your name lmaoo. Comforting you after getting rid of the source of your anxiety counts as caretaking in his book (and mine) so congratulations you have earned baby status

Ofc it also depends on the reader as well!!! No matter how you behave he will find a loophole to coddle you, you work too hard? Oh you must be so tired let me hold you while you take a little power nap, you prefer staying home all day? Alright then honey you just relax while i make dinner then we can eat and I'll put you to sleep, you like to party? Let me come with you never know how dangerous things can get, you struggle with anxiety? Aw baby come here, you'll never have to stress when it's just you and i. So whether it's a gradual process or he just flips a switch the second you two decide to officially date depends on you and the impression you give him, one thing's for sure, and it's that he wants to be your caretaker, house husband provider and protector all in one.

Also the thing is................suguru is an attractive man 😭 he's charming and pretty AND just so eager to do things for you, he will easily get away with mothering you especially if you're not used to boyfriends caring this much, fussing this hard, and being this attentive.