#so if you follow me and haven't checked out order of the stick but you like dnd

[bi-writes]

Simon would never argue with MOB, that’s a given. And defending her honor??? Maybe it’s leaked that Mrs. Riley is in fact a Mail Order Bride for who knows where doing who knows what and let’s just say someone spreads that rumor around base and it gets back to one Lieutenant👀👀

mail-order bride

cw: graphic depictions of violence, a little smidge of dark!simon, misogynistic language (18+)

"here to see your husband, mrs. riley?"

you smile, shuffling in the chair. the woman who greets you is always here with a happy disposition, even when she's drowning in paperwork and the telephone on her desk won't stop ringing. she looks a little stressed today, but she gives you a smile anyways.

"yeah," you smooth your hands down your jeans, looking around. "told me his day would be slow, so i thought i'd bring him--"

you're interrupted by the sound of intense laughter and loud voices. the front doors open, banging against the wall practically, and a group of soldiers move past you. you fiddle with your purse, smoothing your thumb over the leather, but when you hear the subtle laughter and whispers still around you, you look up.

you make eye contact with several privates. they're whispering in each other's ears, but once they notice you're staring, they laugh a little more and make continue into the building. some of them look over their shoulder at you, and you look down to see if something is wrong with your outfit. when you check to make sure no tags are sticking out and that you haven't worn two different shoes, you just try to shrug it off, tucking your hair behind your ears and tapping your foot anxiously against the linoleum floor.

"okay, he's ready to see you. you know where it is by now, right?"

you blink, nodding, and then you swing your purse over your shoulder to walk over.

there's a game playing in the rec room. they've got banners up for their teams hung on the walls and streamers in different colors, and there's lots of men cheering and whooping in the room. just as you pass by the door, you squeak as you bump right into two laughing men, stumbling a little as they try to right themselves.

"fuck, sorry--" one of them chuckles. you frown a little but try to smile, moving to shimmy past them.

"is that her?"

"who?"

"didn't ya hear? lieutenant bought her off some sort of fucked-up catalog. heard she's real expensive."

you whip around, your lip trembling, and your shoes squeak against the floor as you stare right at them. one of them is smiling from ear-to-ear, and the other is laughing to himself.

"where did you hear that?" you ask.

"everybody knows, love," he winks. "so how much is it for a night? maybe we can do a group rate."

"e-excuse me?" you whisper, and he leans his arm against the wall, trapping you there.

"we heard all about the...program. thought maybe if we asked real nice, maybe we'd even get a discount."

"i don't know what you're talking about," you spit at him. "whatever you think this is, you're wrong. now get out of my way--"

"how much? how much did he fucking pay?"

"oh, mate--mate, you have to stop--" his friend tries to warn him, smacking him on the shoulder, but he glares down at you still, in your face, accusatory.

his face goes from smug to absolutely terrified when he's grabbed from behind. the hand that cages you against the wall is gripped by a gloved hand, twisted at an unnatural angle, and you flinch a little at the sound of his wail when his arm follows it's motion and a sickening pop echoes in the hallway.

his screams are suddenly drowned out by the cheering from the football game. someone scored maybe, but the man underneath simon screams, too, terrified as your husband mounts him like a fucking horse and slams his face against the floor.

it's like watching an artist. he paints his surroundings in flecks of red, the occasional clatter of a tooth falling at their feet, and you tilt your head to the side as you watch simon fist that man's hair and makes him eat whatever that floor is made of. he's in agony--that much is clear, from the way he shakes to the terrified look in his eyes, the pleading he sends your way as he asks for mercy.

when simon lets him go, he collapses onto the ground in a fit of bloody coughs and groans. his arm hangs from his shoulder limply (surely it's been pulled out of its socket), and his face is unrecognizable. you think his eyes were blue, but you can't tell anymore. they're red now, pupils blown wide, and he keeps moaning between broken teeth, "didn't mean it...i'm sorry...i'm sorry..."

simon kneels, leaning over him, and he grips the front of his uniform and pulls him up to sit, making him cry out from the pain. he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes, and he drops his voice low.

"dunno where ya heard all tha' shit," simon mutters. "ain't true."

"n-no, sir--"

"i didn't say you could fuckin' talk," simon continues. "and if ya do again, i'll make sure ya can't." when he says nothing, simon tsks. "maybe ya wish ya could even afford my wife, mate. but ya can't." he tugs him a little closer. "'m gonna make ya an example. 'm not done with you. you are going to eat a fuckin' bullet from me, mate, but it won't be today. it'll be someday." simon presses his masked mouth to his ear. "but if i hear anyone else repeat wot you said 'ere today, i'll do it sooner. and you should know better than t'run...because i will find ya. wherever ya go." simon jostles him, and you swallow as he cries, trying to pull away, "now say thank you t'my wife. say thank you, because if she wasn't 'ere, i'd put my fuckin' boot in yer mouth--say it!"

"thank you! thank you!"

you simply blink as simon lets him go finally, standing, and as he walks past you, he grabs your hand roughly in his and starts to walk. you look over your shoulder as he tugs you along, and when you look back, you intertwine your fingers with his.

when the door closes behind him, simon slumps in his chair. he grips his mask from the back of the neck and pulls it off, burying his face in his hands. you set your bag down and kneel in front of him, putting your hands over his.

"simon--"

"wot the fuck is wrong with me?"

"simon--"

"i-in...i...i fuckin' lost it--"

you pull his hands off his face gently, cupping his cheeks. the eye-black smears a little around his eyes. there are no tears, but his eyes are watery as he stares into yours. his hands are shaking, and he palms his thighs to keep them steady.

"it's okay, simon," you whisper.

"i didn't want you to see me tha' way," he shakes his head. "violent. aggressive. fuck, i must've terrified you--"

"i'm not scared," you say softly. you smooth your thumbs under his eyes. "no one...no one's ever done anything like that for me before." you meet his eyes, and he leans a little more into your hands, bending low to get closer to you. "maybe he deserved it."

"i would...i would never--"

"shhh," you quiet him gently, shaking your head. "i know. i'm not scared of you."

you lean up, putting your hands on his knees and getting up just enough to get into his lap. you close your eyes as you kiss him softly, hugging him close, soothing him with a soft hand on the back of his head.

"you didn't do anything wrong, simon..."

"it's okay, baby..."

"i love you."

you know it isn't true. you're lying, somewhat, but it doesn't feel like a lie because it feels good. sick of being smaller, sick of being stepped on, sick of letting other people not be held accountable for the things that they do.

just this once maybe, you can let someone bleed. for misunderstanding you. for judging you. for not realizing there is a thing attached to you that bites and tears apart.

the world is a terrible place. and maybe you are simply just owed.

[malereadermaniac]

Someone Older ~ Sukuna x Male Reader

Meeting a sexy, tatted up, older guy at a bar DISCLAIMER: I haven't watched JJK! I've written Sukuna using context clues I've gotten from reading other fics! I've written him as: cocky, mean, dominant, and not all lovey-dovey for the reader word count: 2.4k Top!Sukuna x Bottom!Reader Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Your local club was your second home. You had gone to it many, many times with your friends, even though you weren't that much of a drinker; the atmosphere was just fun, it relaxed you after a week of college. Plus, the club was the perfect place to get the dick that you had been craving and thinking about since the last time you had been blessed with it's presence - that dick belonging to a certain pink-headed man.

You had first encountered Sukuna at the very same club you were in right now. You really fucking hated him to begin with, your first encounter being the muscular man literally shoving you out of his way to get past you; his massive hand jarring you as he grabbed your shoulder. After that, every time you caught the giant man in the corner of your eye, you would give him the smallest glare. What accelerated your 'relationship' was pure coincidence - the two of you ending up out-front of the club at the same time, alone. You innitially ignored him, breathing in the fresh air you came out for and taking a few hits on your vape, but a small scoff and deep chuckle from the pink-haired figure beside you caught your attention.

"What?" You say, looking up at the taller, clearly older man with small squint of your eye and raise of your eyebrow - you were quite ready to sass him if he made any out of pocket comments

"I just don't get why people your age insist on using those colorful, sweet sticks ha... Just smoke a cig ya pussies" The large man commented, barely even sparing you a side-glance

" 'cause they're better for you than whatever the fuck you're rolling right now" you respond, turning your body to face the dickhead which was now rolling his second cigarette

"oh yeah? ya' shure 'bout that?" Sukuna volleyed back, his speech ever so slightly muffled from holding a filter in his mouth

"Yeah.. um... studies have- oh fuck off" you mumble back, your body growing hot. For some reason, you could now understand the sex appeal of the man in front of you: the way his hair slightly fell on his forehead as he looked down to roll his cigarette, and fucking hell the way that Sukuna glanced up into your eyes as you talked, a small, smug smirk on his lips as the white filter parted them slightly. This man was sex on legs.

After that first night actually talking to the muscular dickhead, you didn't give him much thought. That was until the following weekend, when you bumped into him again, at the same club. He initially only acknowledged you briefly with a chuckle and a mumble of 'you stalking me or somethin'?', however as the night progressed and the alcohol hit you both a little more (you more so), Sukuna and yourself ended up alone once again. In a more quite area of the club, ordering yourself another drink, you recognised the veiny, tattooed arm on the bar next to you, and a sexy voice you could briefly recount ordering some sort of spirit or beer. You roll your eyes and chuckle to yourself when your eyes make contact with his, which resulted in the pink-haired man sitting down next to you; he was already drunk, pretty horny, and he couldn't deny that you piqued his interest just the smallest bit.

"So what's ya name, pretty boy" The older man asks after downing the shot he had just been handed

"As if I'd tell you" you say with a roll of your neck towards the taller man, your eyes looking up into his as Sukuna clearly checks you out with half-lidded eyes; darting between your exposed skin, back to your eyes, your curves, then back to your eyes again.

"Hah... You know you want to" The giant man chuckles out, briefly rubbing his neck and showing off his ginormous biceps and triceps, his arm covered in line-like tattoos

"(Y/n)... What about you, handsome?" you say with a small, horny smile; stretching in a nonchalant way, which showed off your body just perfectly in the club lighting

That's all you really remember about your first actual conversation with Sukuna, things got a bit blurry after that. Oh, and how at some point after that conversation, the two of you hastily made your way to the men's bathroom and started desperately making out. With you shoved against the bathroom wall, Sukuna's massive arms holding your waist and cheek as he dominated your mouth with his tongue and rubbed his knee against your crotch in a teasing manner. Briefly, the taller, stronger man breaks the kiss and sports a smug, horny smirk on his chiseled face; his hand still holding your cheek to look up at him as Sukuna lets out a small, breathy chuckle at your panting form.

"Y'know... you don't wanna get involved with me, squeak" Sukuna says in a playful tone, looking down at you and the way that your body looked so fucking sexy against his

"Oh yeah? And why's that, tough guy?" You volley back at teasing nickname, pressing a finger against his muscular chest, his shirt already pretty much unbuttoned

"Hah... 'Cause I've got tattoos older than you" The pink-haired man mumbles in your ear, alcohol and expensive cologne flooding your nose as well as heat pooling into your face and dick. Sukuna moved away from your ear and let go of your face, positioning his arm above you and not only showing off his buldging muscles, but also emphisising the very tattoos he was referencing; FOR FUCKS SAKE HE WAS SO HOT.

So... Against your better judgment, that night you decided to live a little. In the very same bathroom, after making out for another solid ten minuets, allowing the man you had only just learnt the name of to ravage your mouth and roam his hands around your body, you dragged the hunk into a stall. Luckily for you, this club was very well known for being a little more tolerant to people enjoying themselves in the bathroom, ergo you were on your knees in front of Sukuna within seconds; drunkenly roaming your hands across his thick thighs and rubbing your head against his inner thigh and crotch - your hands landing on the sexy man's zipper and belt buckle very quickly. From what you remember, and from what the smug man had recounted to you the morning after, you gave that man the sloppiest head in the world in that stall, his hands gripping your hair and forcing you to deepthroat kinda head; and you ended your night in his apartment, having fucked at least twice judging by the bite marks and hickeys on your body and Sukuna's. Having woke up in a strange apartment didn't faze you as much as it should have, what really shocked you was the amount of scratch marks you somehow left on the muscular man's enormous, muscular back! But anyway, you went on your merry way home after not being able to deal with the pink-headed man's cocky attitude about you putting out; but damn, this time, you really couldn't stop thinking about him!

Which takes us back to the present moment. Loud white-girl music was currently blasting through your eardrums, and after singing along and dancing with your friends, you found yourself trying to spot a certain someone; a tatted-up, muscular, older someone. With whatever substance was in your system at the moment, you make your way to the bar and order another drink, just waiting for Sukuna to turn up like he always did; the man could deny taking a liking to you all he wanted, but he was always the one who approached you on nights like this. Your plan goes accordingly, the muscular man had sneaked an arm around your waist and whispered some dirty talk in your ear already, and after some boring chat and minute flirting you both started to get riled up. After some dancing and making out on the dancefloor, Sukuna called you both a cab. You said 'bye' to your friends and made your way over to the pretty damn fancy car which the older man had called, and after a short journey to his apartment complex (which you two spent sloppily and desperately making out in the backseat) you both made your way inside.

The horny man immediately took control of the situation, Sukuna's muscular arms either wrapping around your body and holding you against the tall man, or roaming your hot, sexy body; it was no secret that the pink-haired man was a big fan of the way you looked, he'd never say it out-loud though, unless his walls had crumbled due to an oncoming orgasm. Dominating your mouth and body, the older man holds you in his arms, your legs around his sluttily small yet muscular waist and your arms around his thick, veiny neck. Eventually, the two of you end up on Sukuna's king-sized bed, the muscular man above you, showing off his ripped body, his sexy scars and tattoos; god damn he was so hot, just oozing confidence and dominance wordlessly. By the time you were both naked, Sukuna's thick, masculine fingers were already inside of you; spreading you out and curling into your prostate as the man hovers above you and watches you wiggle around and let out the smallest of grunts in pleasure. Sukuna fucking loves to finger you, watch and listen to you as your pleasure is fully in his control, his dick gets so hard at your actions; hell, Sukuna sometimes even gives your twitching, hard dick a couple of licks just to push you closer and closer to ecstasy. But of course, as cliche as one can be, Sukuna rarely lets you cum from his fingers and tongue alone, removing his fingers instantly if he catches you arch your back; something he's learned indicates your orgasm approaching quickly.

Without easing in at all, Sukuna likes to wrap his hands around your waist and shove his massive dick inside of you; bottoming out straight away, 'cause why would he need to be gentle after prepping you for so long? Such a cunt. The sigh which follows is always one that the two of you like to remember, just raw lust and desperation as the two of you fuck like rabbits; Sukuna thrusting his hips violently against your ass, ramming his dick against your gummy walls and prostate. The sounds which circle the older man's apartment are nothing less than erotic and vulgar - your whines and moans along with breathy gasps of Sukuna's name, skin slapping and panting, and Sukuna's rough grunts as he puts in all of his effort to fuck you ruthlessly; the man getting off on the way you look and sound from his rough pace. The muscular man fucking you can also last a solid while, which luckily for you means you get to experience plenty of different positions - yayyyy.... your poor fucking ass. From doggy, to missionary, to a full fucking nelson, Sukuna loves either to get his dick deeper inside of your tight, warm hole, or to be able to see you at different angles, struggling to keep up with the tattooed man. And by the time Sukuna is finally on the brink of shooting his thick cum inside of you, you've already came twice; your body twitching from every thrust of Sukuna's, and your eyes dripping tears down your cheeks and rolling back, which just turns the man on even further.

Just as he is normally, Sukuna is rough as fuck when he cums. His hands gripping your body tighter or his arms holdings you closer to his muscular body as the man moans your name ruggedly, biting and marking your body as his hips stutter as he keeps thrusting into you - coating your ass with his warm spunk. It's only during his orgasm or during the afterglow when Sukuna finally lets a few nice words slip past his lips, compliments of your body or face, or endearing nicknames contrasting his dirty talk from before - i.e. calling you a fucking slut and grunting in your ear how your body is begging for his huge dick. And it's as Sukuna recovers from the aftershocks of his violent orgasm that he admires you, kneeling on the bed above you and between your legs, his massive build on full display as the man pants and sweats just, simply, looking at you. His hands rub up and down your body, massaging your aching muscles as you lay on the soiled sheets, your body still twitching and your eyes still clearly hazy with lust. Your body covered in his cum and yours, Sukuna's cum leaking out of your asshole as you pant in a moanish tone, your body limp and sweaty; cockdrunk was the perfect word to describe you in this moment. The sight is enough to get Sukuna to crave a second round, but he holds back, for once thinking about you - however the small signs of empathy displayed by Sukuna couldn't hold back his sharp tongue no matter what.

"Looks like you got a thing for older guys or somethin', darl'"

You giggle, unable to respond from the pleasure still assaulting your body, but the cocky and smug comment from the man who just rearranged your guts was somewhat sweet in the moment. And that's why you keep coming back. Sure, the sex is killer and you don't stop thinking about Sukuna's dick. But you also enjoy the moments after, from the moment the man stops shooting his load, to the moment you have to leave the morning after - you feel comfortable, somehow. And on the flip-side, Sukuna can't deny that he's for some reason taken a liking to you. He is the one that keeps coming over to you in the club and the one that calls the cab, so he must like you a little, right? The man can't say that he doesn't enjoy waking up next to you in the morning, your body perfectly against his, your sharp wit when you two banter, and the sex is so fucking good! Guess you two will be stuck in a game of cat n mouse for a while, cause neither of you is leaving any time soon; it's up to one of you to take the next step for the other and at the very least put a label on the two of you, whether that be 'weirdly close friends with benefits' or 'lovers'

[3hks]

How to "Copy" a Character (Step-by-Step Guide)

Have you ever fallen in love with a specific character's concept? Where you absolutely NEED a similar character in your story, but aren't too sure on how to mimic it? It's quite simple, really, so let's get into it! (Disclaimer: If this qualifies as plagiarism or anything similar, please let me know ASAP and I'll take this down immediately. I do not support plagiarism and I do not wish to be encouraging it, even if indirectly.)

1. LIST EVERYTHING

Once you have your chosen character, list everything you know about them. This especially applies to personality traits, habits, emotions, and thought processes. Make sure to include their negative qualities and any headcanons you have! Circle or highlight any defining characteristics of the character because it may be the same for your fresh one.

2. REMOVING AND REPLACING

Your list should be rather long if you were thorough. Now, strike out anything you don't want to be a part of your new character and include any original features you want to add. This altered list should have pretty much their whole personality and you can work from there!

3. WHEN AND HOW?

Now, let's put the personality to use! Adding onto your list of traits, add when/how they will show. This way, you are able to keep your character's character in check. Starting with the five senses is a good idea, but you can go from there! (This is kind of confusing so let's look at an example! ^^)

NAME

Affectionate: Physical

Relaxed: Verbal (Tone)

Stubborn: Verbal

Fashionable: Physical appearance

Anxious: Mental (Only shows in xxx situations)

Unpredictable: Actions/Physical

Does this make more sense now? There are many different ways of demonstrating one's qualities and to keep things organized, it's a good idea to know how they'll demonstrate it! And if you study your original inspo character, you'll see that they establish certain attributes exclusively by how they talk or act!

4. FINE DETAILS

Alrighty! Finally, let's include all the fine details about your character! This will vary amongst everyone, but there are a couple of things that I highly encourage you include!

Morals

People they're close to

Relationships between the people above

Goals

Love language

Habits

Backstory (This can come later, but it's good to have one at any point)

And lastly, list ALL the differences between your new character and the reference one! Maybe they both show passion but in different ways, or maybe they have separate speech patterns! It's always interesting to see how far you have gone!

See? In all honesty, it's really straightforward and just about breaking the characters down in order to rebuild them in the way you want!

Just an extra note, school has OFFICIALLY started for me! I'll still be uploading once or twice a week, but please stick with me if I'm a bit late! This school year already seems far busier than the one before, so I need to figure out how to re-balance things!

Thank you all so much for 700 followers!! It's crazy in all honesty (I haven't been giving out the best content recently, ik) T~T but I WILL WORK HARDER!

Happy writing~

3hks <3

[gisellecnz]

Just one random day with your classmates during the year 2006.

"Uhh... Guys, I think we should head back already... " You said in a concerned tone. You look at the time, it's already 5:06 but Yaga-sensei has told everyone to come back before 4:10. You were getting anxious of what would happen once you all came back.

Gojo looks at you and sighs while rolling his eyes, "Oh come on y/n, it's not like we'd all end up DYING because we didn't follow yaga-sensei's order."

"But-" before you could say something, Geto cuts you off.

"Yeah, I wanna stay here for a bit. It's been a long time since I've eaten pork curry." You sighed. You looked at Shoko, trying to ask for help because of Gojo and Geto's unperturbedness about returning to Yaga-sensei, but it seems like she was too focused on her food to listen of what was going on.

Suddenly, you jumped when a loud ringing of your phone was vibrating from your pocket. When you checked who was calling, it was Yaga. Your heart dropped. You really wanna go back to school but your three groupmates just refuses to. You could go on your own if you could, but you just can't. Without the three's company, you'd be lost by now. You don't know why in the world you were in the same year as these unbothered people.

You've been in Jujutsu high for months but this was the first time you got sent into a mission wherein you have to go somewhere really far. You were personally Yaga's favorite for being more obedient than the rest, but right now he would probably change his mind...

You answered the call and put your phone to your ear, but you were taken aback and flinched when Yaga's loud voice came screaming into the speakers of your phone. "WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL OF YOU!?!? YOU'RE ALL 57 MINUTES LATE!"

"I'm so sorry Yaga-sensei! I-" But before you could finish your sentence, Gojo snatches your phone away from your hand, and hangs up the call.

"What the h- Hey! Satoru what the fuck!?! That was Yaga-sensei! We're in so much trouble right now and you had to hang up on him too!?!" You tried reaching back for your phone, but he won't return it to you yet.

"Tsk, we don't give a shit about that old man, if he tries to plan some sort of execution on us that wouldn't work. Me and Suguru with just one flick could end the world already, and if anybody got hurt Shoko could just use her "mighty" healing powers."

Gojo says whilst lifting your phone high up in the air, you wouldnt even be able to reach it due to his abnormally large height. Gosh. You hate this man. He's been teasing you nonstop every single day.

Geto looks at you, "Satoru's right, it's fine y/n. It's been a long time since we've gotten a hangout together. Let's just use this time as our hangout."

Geto's words came ringing to your ear, "it's been a long time since we've gotten a hangout together"

.. I guess he is right, despite you weren't sent to go on far missions and have only been doing your missions inside Jujutsu high, you haven't been going out lately and have fun. Especially with the others too.

That is why, after that, you all went spree shopping. And had fun riding in Suguru's rainbow dragon.

bonus:

"... Alright, who's IDEA was it?" Yaga sensei said. He was looking at all of you while pinching his nose in annoyance.

*everyone points at Satoru*

Satoru looks around and felt betrayed. "Wha- why me!?!? Guys!"

".. So it is you, Satoru. Your gonna have to go with me."

While Satoru was getting dragged by Yaga sensei, he secretly pulled up a middle finger at all of you, in response, you sticked your tongue out for him.

not really a gojo x reader fic but I'm keeping the tags cuz why not 😝

[sundrop-writes]

Seeing you, Dick was immediately met with a confliction - lust and annoyance bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to see you again. He didn’t want you to be here, especially not without warning. But you looked so damn good - and it was a distraction from that fact.  That was always the thing about exes, wasn’t it? They always look so fucking good when you see them after a long time of being apart. The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want.  But oh - Dick found himself wanting so very badly.

You and Dick Grayson haven't seen each other in five years. When the Titans quit and went their separate ways, Dick tried his best to forget about you. Even though he had known you long before he had known The Tower, and Robin, and Bruce Wayne. You were his dearest childhood friend and likely the love of his life - but he refused to bring anymore destruction upon you.

So, for five years, the two of you lived your separate lives.

Until one day, when you show up at his police station in Detroit with no warning, talking about the end of the world, apparently convinced that he will somehow have a hand in stopping it. He would have considered you crazy, if he hadn't known that your mother was one of the greatest psychics the world had ever seen - and you had inherited her powers.

So now, whether he likes it or not - you are back in his life. And no prophetic visions could have prepared either of you for what comes next.

(Series Length: 8,300 words in counting. In progress.)

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Season One

Episode One: "Titans"

Episode Two: "Hawk and Dove"

COMING SOON:

Episode Three: "Origins"

A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a casual WIP for me. I am not rushing to finish this fic - there is no posting schedule for it, and it is not my top priority. I hope that this fic can be an amalgamation of my work over years (in order to finish all the episodes over all four seasons). For me this fic a casual walk through the woods, not a marathon or a sprint. If you want to stick around and see more of it and eventually (hopefully) see it finished, then you can follow me here, and you can sign up for my DC Titans tag list by replying to this post and letting me know that you want to be a part of it. Also, I highly encourage you to check out my other DC Titans fics in the meantime.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hey! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I just had a really angsty, sad Frankie idea. Reader used to be in Delta force with the guys but something bad happened, reader dies or is really badly injured. Frankie takes her hat, Standard Heating Oil, and from then on, he wears it every single day as a tribute to his fallen team member (who he was secretly in love with. Maybe he told reader, maybe he didn’t…) Anyway, that’s my idea. Thanks!

Catfish and Shadow

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Reader

Word Count: 5400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: This was such a good ask! It hurts in all the right ways. I’m actually going to pull a little from a real life experience that happened to my husband. If I remember, I’ll put an author’s note at the end with what happened! Huge thanks to @rhoorl for beta reading - if you haven't checked our her fics, go now!

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Frankie Morales Masterlist

“Hold on, Shadow. There’s still some hair sticking out from under your hat.” Frankie turns slightly to me from his place next to me in the dark hallway, reaching up to tuck a random strand of my loose hair under my hat. His fingers linger slightly as his eyes glance down at mine, a quick, soft smile on his face, seeming like he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last minute.

“One of these days you’ll have to tell me what the Standard Heating Oil is from,” Frankie says to me, nodding up to the patch label on my hat. 

“If we get out of this alive, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“It’s a deal. Please be safe, Shadow.”

“I always am. Plus, I have you watching my ass so I know I’ll be good.” His ears turn pink as he stammers. But before he can retort, Redfly, our leader, clears his throat. “Everyone ready? Shadow, your hat secure? We don’t want them knowing you’re a woman if we can help it.”

I nod, swallowing down the nerves in my stomach. “Yes, sir.”

Redfly nods at me before looking at Frankie. “Make sure to watch her six. She’s smaller than you, less noticeable, so she’ll be on the ground.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ironhead, Pope, Benny. Ready?” They all grunt their affirmatives, shifting their stance and double checking their concealed weapons were still concealed. “Alright. Let’s move.”

Quietly, we all file out from the darkened hallway, making our way to the front of the clay hut where we had changed into our undercover civilian clothes. The mission was to make it to a building several blocks away and gain access, taking out the mercenaries inside. So far, they have no idea we’re here. Waiting a minute or 2 between people, I leave the hut, taking a left turn towards the center of the town, feeling Frankie’s eyes on me from the rooftops, where he had assumed his position several minutes earlier. 

“Duck your head to the right when you round this corner. There’s a group of men,” His voice rasps in my ear over the speaker. I’ll never get over how sexy his voice sounds in this thing, and maybe one day I’ll have the guts to actually tell him. I do as he says, shifting my head more right as I round the corner, pretending to look at some wares a shopkeeper had set up. Luckily the men took zero notice of me, laughing loudly at some joke, their guns slung over their shoulders swaying with their laughter. 

“Lookin’ good, Shadow. Just normal civiies all the way to the rendezvous.” I nod slightly, following my orders to say nothing as my voice would give me away not only as a female, but an American as well. I make it to the rendezvous and lean against a wall, looking like I was bored waiting for someone but really I was watching the building front several feet away. A few men file out, but the door closes behind them solidly. I watch the building for several more minutes, hearing the rest of my squad all make it to their positions.

“Advance.” Redfly’s voice speaks in my ear and I push off from the wall, nonchalantly heading towards the front door. No one even looks at me aside from Frankie, who’s eyes I feel boring into me. Taking a deep breath, I make it to the front door, raise my fist, and knock twice, then once, then 3 more times in rapid succession, repeating the pattern the other men had used before entering. The door opens and a man stands there, his eyes meeting mine and briefly showing his non-recognition before the smoke bomb I had concealed in my hand clanks to the floor behind him. 

Smoke billows out quickly from the bomb and I duck to the side of the building, hearing Benny, Ironhead, and Pope advance, their gunfire quietly echoing inside the thick clay building. I meet Redfly around the back and he slides me a gun, both of us covering the back exit, taking out a few men who tried to escape instead of holding down the building. One man we miss, but Frankie’s silent but deadly shot rings out from above, the man crumpling to ground, his body silent and unmoving, eyes open but the person gone. 

We hear the team move through the rest of the small, 3-storied house, clearing out the floors, Redfly taking out another 2 that tried to escape through the front door where he had moved to a few minutes earlier. No one else tries to come out the back door and then we hear Benny call through the mic. “Clear.” Redfly and I move inside, me following behind him in through the front, meeting the rest of the ground team inside. I stand near the front door, watching the boys as I wait for Redfly to tell Frankie to meet up with us. I’ll feel better once he’s here. 

“Frankie, make your way here,” Redfly commands in his mic, Frankie confirming before going quiet again. 

“Did you locate the stash?” Redfly addresses the ground team. Benny shakes his head. 

“There’s a large trunk upstairs that we need to inspect.” 

Redlfy nods. “Anything else?”

Suddenly, a large, unfamiliar arm wraps around me, pulling me tight to someone’s chest, a gun barrel shoved into my temple, rapid words in a language I barely understand being spewed out over my head. My hands wrap around his arm but I can’t force it, the gun barrel pushing in further to my head. I don’t need to understand the language to know he’s telling me to not move. I freeze, the men in front of me desperately trying to negotiate my release, Ironhead rapidly spitting back words in the language I’m kicking myself for not picking up quicker. But then I hear a voice that instantly warms me, tells me everything will be ok and I swear if I make it out of here, I’m telling him exactly how I feel. 

“Let her go and put down the gun.” Frankie’s voice is low and demanding, sending a shudder up my spine but not for the same reason as the man behind me, desperately clutching me to his chest. Ironhead repeats Frankie’s words back to him in his language, a quick conversation happening between them. I feel the man’s grip start to loosen, but then a quiet pop sounds, Frankie’s yell ripping through the room as another shot follows, the man that had been holding me falling to the side, a bullet ripping through his neck as he clutches at it, the last few moments of his life spewing from him before he slumps and doesn’t move. It’s not until he hits the ground that I start to feel lightheaded.

“Shadow? Shadow, talk to me!” Frankie is there, dropping himself to the floor as he holds me in his lap, his hand moving to lift up my shirt. Pain rips through me and I grunt, his quiet shushing holding me here as he lifts the edge of my shirt up. He schools his face and that’s when I know it’s bad.

“You didn’t have to wait for me to get shot to take off my shirt, you know.” I can feel the pain sinking in now, the bullet lodged somewhere in my abdomen, slowly signing my death warrant. 

Frankie chuckles, swallowing hard to fight back tears. “Is that so?” I can hear Redfly yelling into his mic demanding a medic chopper to our location, the rest of the boys close but giving Frankie and I a little space.

I nod, coughing a little and whimpering at the pain that is caused by the soft movement. “You only had to ask.”

He smiles, tears he can’t stop welling up in the corners of his eyes. “Well that’s good to know. When you get patched up, I’ll take you up on that.”

I smile as best I can, my head feeling like it’s harder and harder to stay here. I blink and Frankie squeezes me lightly. “Hey, stay with me querida. Medic is almost here.”

I swallow hard, now feeling the pool of blood that’s collecting on the floor as it sinks into my pant leg. “Frankie, I don’t-”

“Sshh. Don’t say anything. You’re going to make it. You just have to hold on.”

But already there’s black at the edge of my vision, quickly beckoning me to unconsciousness, my head feeling more and more heavy as I lose more blood. I feel my eyes start to flutter closed as Frankie calls my name, the sound of a chopper getting louder and I’m trying to focus on his voice, his beautiful voice, but then I can’t, sleep taking me over as Frankie yells my real name…

“No! No, you have to stay with me!” Frankie yells, slightly shaking her body which had become more limp as her eyes flutter closed. Medics push in and at first Frankie tries to hold on to her tight, but then Pope and Benny are pulling him from her, letting the medics move in and try to stabilize her.

His Shadow. The love of his life. Why had he never told her?

Quick, rushed movements over her body, rapid words exchanged between the few medics before they place her on a stretcher, quickly moving her to the chopper waiting just beyond the buildings outside. Frankie moves to follow her, but Redfly grabs his arm. 

“We need to finish the mission, Cat.”

Frankie’s eyes flash with anger. “What the fuck, Redlfy? Shadow is dying on that chopper. I’m going with her!”

“No you aren’t. That’s an order.”

“Then court marshal me.” But it’s already too late. Frankie hears the chopper ascend, carrying the person he loves most in this world away from him as she bleeds out, alone. Well not alone, but not with him. 

Frankie screams, dropping to his knees as pushes his face into his hands, tugging on his hair. They let him have this moment, all of them feeling the loss of her, like a gaping hole that they have to patch up quickly that won’t feel the same. A minute goes by before Benny moves forward, dropping to a knee next to Frankie and putting his hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. 

“Hey man. I’m sure she’ll be ok.”

Frankie’s tear stained face looks up at him. “You don’t know that.”

“You’re right. I don’t. But I do know we have to finish this mission so we can all get back safe and find her. She wouldn’t want to lose all of us because we didn’t move in time.”

The anger in Frankie’s eyes simmers at Benny’s words. He’s right. He may hate it but he’s right. Frankie nods, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve. He moves to stand up but then he sees it on the floor, Shadow’s hat, the Standard Heating Oil logo dusty from being on the dirt floor. Frankie picks it up and dusts it off, quickly adjusting it to his size before snugly placing it on his head. Everyone nods at him, accepting this way to honor their injured teammate. 

The mission is a success and they all get lifted back to base. It had been a few days since Shadow was airlifted back to medics and Frankie was itching to see if she was ok. He was determined to tell her how he feels the moment his eyes find hers. He makes his way to the medical building as soon as his boots hit the floor, Benny following behind him as the rest of the team goes to debrief. Frankie pushes open the front door and stops at the little receptionist desk, the woman behind it squinting at the screen as she slaps the side of the monitor.

“I swear they need to get us a flat panel or something. This thing is ancient.” She looks up at Frankie, a smile on her face. “How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a soldier who would’ve come in 3 days ago, gunshot wound to the abdomen.” She nods as he gives her her name, the receptionist’s fingers clinking away at the keyboard. She squints at the screen again, another slap to the side of the monitor. 

“Yes I see her here…gunshot wound…and you are her...?”

“Teammate. We both are,” Frankie says as Benny nods over his shoulder. 

Her eyes move back to the screen as she reads some more, her lips moving with the words as she reads them. Then she stops, taking off her glasses and setting them to the side. She takes a breath and Frankie’s stomach falls out. 

“I’m sorry to tell you, but she passed.”

“Passed? What do you mean passed?” Frankie asks, the lady looking from him to Benny behind him, who had silent tears streaming down his cheeks already. 

“Fish-” Benny puts his hand on his shoulder but Frankie shrugs it off.

“No, don’t! What does she mean? Tell me!” He’s yelling now, Benny trying to pull him away from the receptionist, apologizing to her. She smiles sadly, a knowing look on her face. 

Frankie turns to Benny, gripping his sleeves as Benny tries to pull him into his chest. “No Ben, what..she..she can’t, I never told her-” and then he crumbles into Benny’s chest, face buried in his shoulder as he wails, a hole in his gut getting larger and larger as his grief consumes him. Benny holds him tight, his own tears at the loss of his friend that was like a sister to him, trickling down his cheeks as he listens to his best friend wail into the quiet hall. 

24 hours later they’re called out for another mission, Frankie pulling her hat on tight, the way he can carry her with him as he swallows down the grief that consumes him whenever he isn’t on a mission. He pours himself into his work, protecting his friends and doing what his country asks of him. 

I blink awake, the lights in whatever room I’m in are dimmed, giving the room a slight yellow-white glow. I shift and wince, the bullet would in my abdomen screaming at me to be still. I place my hand over it and feel a large bandage. It’s then I realize that I’m in a hospital gown and in a hospital bed, definitely not the med bay back at base. A nurse walks into the room and smiles at me.

“Oh you’re awake! How do you feel?”

“Like I was shot in the stomach,” I croak out as she hands me a cup of water, a straw sticking out of the top.

“Small sips. Yeah I would imagine it doesn’t feel great. Would you like something more for the pain?”

I take a small sip and cough, managing to swallow a little of it. “I don’t know, honestly. How long have I been out?”

She glances at my chart. “Several days.”

“Where am I?”

She names off a hospital and seems to see that I have no idea what she’s talking about. “It’s an American run hospital here.”

“So, I’m not on base then?”

She shakes her head. “No. They moved you here because of the severity of your wounds. Let me grab the doctor.” She leaves the room and returns 20 minutes later with a man in a white coat. He takes my chart from her and scans it, nodding. 

“How are we feeling?”

“Like we were shot in the stomach.” 

He chuckles at my recycled joke. “Yeah I imagine so. If you need anything stronger let us know.”

I nod. “The nurse mentioned I’m not on base?”

He shakes his head. “Your injuries were too extensive to be treated on base so they brought you here immediately. We had to do surgery to remove the bullet and repair the damage it caused. You’ll feel it for a while but there shouldn’t be any long term damage, aside from a scar.”

I nod. “Thank you, doctor.” He nods and leaves the room, the nurse coming back over to me.

“Do you need anything else?”

“Uh yeah, actually. Do you have clearance? To ask about another soldier?”

She nods. “I do.” She takes a paper and pen from her scrub pocket. “Write down their names and I’ll see what I can find out.”

I write down the names of my team mates, my heart tightening when I write Frankie’s name, him screaming my name with wide eyes the last thing I remember before blacking out. I hate that I put him through the ringer. It’s not my fault I know, but at least I made it and now I can tell him how I feel. I think he may feel the same for me?

The nurse leaves with my thanks and I’m left to flip through channels on the older tv that’s sitting on a hanging shelf in the upper corner of the room. There’s nothing on but I mindlessly flip through them, nervously waiting for the nurse to return. She comes back a few hours later, bringing with her my medication. 

“I’m sorry it took me a minute. There’s a lot of Miller’s to sift through.” 

I smile. “Yeah. Common name.” She hands me a cup with pills in it, telling me it’s my pain meds and other post surgery ones. But it’s the way she’s not quite meeting my eyes that puts me on alert. I take the meds as requested, handing her back the small paper cup.

“Just me tell me. Please.”

The nurse sighs and hesitates a brief moment before taking my hand, gently swiping her tumb across the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry dear. But none of them made it. Looks like a classified mission. ”

I pause. “What?”

“N-none of them made it.”

“Did you tell them Delta Force? Sometimes we’re in a different section.”

She nods. “Yes, ma’am. It’s…confirmed.” She squeezes my hand but I can’t register anything else she says over the high pitched ringing in my ears. Gone? That can’t be right. They were all very much alive when I…no no no! They can’t be…Frankie can’t be….The wail that rips from my throat sounds inhuman, grief spewing from my body as I scream, the nurse trying to calm me, the stitches on my stomach bursting with pain as my stomach contracts and I throw up, continuing to scream as other nurses come into the room, one of them pushing a needle into my arm and I slowly pass out, the last thought I have is of Frankie and his big, brown eyes and how I’ll never see them again.

There was no funeral. Or rather it had been finished before I could leave the hospital. I couldn’t bring myself to fly out to their graves, to see their names etched in stone. Instead, I stayed at my parent’s house, grief and depression consuming me for years. Eventually I crawled out, poking my head above the surface and taking a small breath in the form of painting. I was pretty good at it too. I sold several pieces and some rich guy commissioned me to do paintings for every room in his house. Once that was completed, several of his friends reached out and before I knew it, I had quite a little business going. 

It felt good, to do something with my hands besides peeling back the skin at the corners of my nails. The hole the boys left was still very much there and I suspect it will never quite go away. But the wound Frankie’s death left behind still hurts almost as much as it did when I first found out he died about 7 years ago. Once I started painting, my parents tried to set me up on dates, but nothing ever took. I don’t want any of them. The other half of me is buried in the earth and I’ve been coming to terms with that. Which will probably take the rest of my life and the next. 

My phone bings and I set down my brush, swallowing hard as I look at the shade of brown paint, nearly an exact match for Frankie’s eyes. A quick glance and it’s a text from my mom.

Mom: You’re still coming this weekend?

Yes mom. I promised I’d house sit for you after the party.

Mom: Are you sure? It’s such a long way

Mom, it’s your 30th anniversary. I’m not missing that.

Mom: Well, if you’re sure. Don’t forget to pack that lovely dress I bought you.

Of course. Just promise not to set me up with anyone

Mom: See you Friday!

I don’t like the way she avoided that last one, but I can easily get rid of them. Once they get a glimpse of my PTSD, they run. 

Friday rolls around and I step off the plane, pulling my backpack up higher on my shoulder, spotting my dad through the crowd of people waiting just beyond TSA. He smiles wide and pulls me to him in a tight hug. 

“Your mom wanted to come but there was some last minute emergency with the cake.”

“Sounds serious.”

He chuckles and I smile. I had missed my parents. 

“Wanna grab a drink before we head home?”

“Shit, she set me up didn’t she?”

He laughs loudly this time. “She’s pretty obvious, huh? She’s just worried about you, kid. But-” he puts his hands in the air as I open my mouth to protest “-I told her you wouldn’t be interested and to leave you alone. As far as I know, she understands. Or at least she pretends to.”

A quick drink at an unfamiliar bar and then I’m walking back into my childhood home, nearly the same as it was from my childhood, just newer electronics. My mom comes into the room, her phone clutched to her ear as she listens to someone rattle off on the other end. 

“Well I don’t care how it’s done but do it! The party is tomorrow!” She hangs up and sighs before giving me a tight hug.

“Everything ok, mom?”

“Oh yeah. Just people not wanting to do their jobs. But it’s fine! You’re here!”

The party passes in a blur, one guy coming to talk to me briefly before my dad whisks him away, giving me a wink as he does so. The party was beautiful and romantic, my parent’s love on full display. They leave right after the party, jetting off to Europe for 2 weeks, the honeymoon they never got to have. And as the only child without my own children, I get the honor of house-sitting, which isn’t too bad. It’s nice to get away from the city and all the bustle it brings. 

Sunday morning I wake when I want, stretching before I head downstairs for some coffee, scratching absentmindedly at the scar on my stomach as I slide my hand under my Fleetwood Mac shirt. No, not mine. His. I had swiped it from him before our mission, a practical joke for when we returned from our mission and he saw it was missing. I slept with it for months after his death, eventually putting it in a ziploc bag when I noticed the smell fading and only brought it out on his birthday and when life got a little too hard. With all the love celebrating last night, my heart hurt and hung heavy, old tears falling new on my cheeks as I excused myself to cry in the bathroom for a bit, missing my what could have been. So I figured I needed the shirt. Sighing, I take a sip of my coffee, staring out of the back window at my mother’s garden, trying to take in it’s beauty and not fall too far into my own grief.

“You’re really going out there?” Benny asks Frankie, watching him toss clothes into a backpack.

“Yeah. We never went out there when we got back and I think it’s time. I just feel it.”

Benny nods. “I get it man, but what are you gonna say to her parents? ‘Sorry I never came to the funeral?’”

Frankie gives his friend a look as he zips up his backpack. “I don’t know, Ben. I just…after all these years, and the shit I’ve been through, I…I need to see her.”

Benny gives his friend a small smile. “Tell Shadow we’ll make it an annual thing and all come out to see her next year. Put an extra flower down for me?”

“I’ll make sure she knows one of them is from you.”

Benny takes his friend to the airport, pulling him into a bear hug before he boarded. The flight was uneventful, Frankie constantly checking the note in his phone with her parent’s address on it. He’d had it all these years, but never could bring himself to visit, to tell them her death was his fault, that he should’ve shot sooner or just taken the guy out. But he couldn’t tell them that, classified, and then he poured himself into his work, earning himself a sleeping disorder, a drug addiction, and a strong case of PTSD. He’d come out the other side of the addiction with the help of his friends, but the sleeping issues and PTSD remained. He supposed they always would, watching her face as the life drains from her, the love of his life. 

He gets out of the rental car, taking a deep breath as he walks up the drive to the front door. It’s a nice house on a quiet street and for a moment, he listens to the sounds of the neighborhood, picturing what it must have been like for her to have grown up here, run up and down these same front steps. Tears well in his eyes and he tries to swallow them back as he knocks, afraid that if he doesn’t do it now, he’ll back out and run away, not able to at least look her parents in the eye.

But when the door opens, it’s not her mom or dad or any of her siblings. Frankie’s breath catches in his throat, his heart beating so rapidly he’d swear it was beating out of his chest, his brain trying to process what he’s seeing. 

“Frankie?” 

I’m halfway through my cup of coffee when someone knocks at the door. I think my mom said some packages were being delivered but I don’t want them to sit on the porch. I set my mug down and walk to the front door, unlocking it and opening it to look into deep brown eyes. Eyes I thought I would never see again. My heart leaps from my chest, my stomach twisting, my brain rapidly trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. Have I finally lost it? Gone mad with grief? But then a slight breeze picks up and his hair moves and I snap out of it just enough.

“Frankie?” I think I say it, my brain still not sure if I’m hallucinating.

“Sh-Shadow?” His fingers reach towards me, barely ghosting across my cheek, but..they’re real. I can feel him touching me. He’s real and alive and I’m so confused but it can’t be my brain tricking me, right?

Suddenly he reaches out, yanking me to his chest and burying his nose in my hair, my arms winding around him and gripping him tight, inhaling him as my face presses to his chest. Tears flow freely as I grab at him, feeling him solidly under my grasp. 

“I thought you were dead,” he cries into me, his tears making my hair damp.

“I thought you were dead!”

He pulls away a small bit and takes my face in his hands, his eyes looking between mine. “This is real, right? You’re really…real?”

I nod. “I am. Are you?”

“I am. I…I love you!” And then his lips are pressed to mine, soft and slightly chapped, one of his hands sliding around to the back of my head, the other settling on my hip. I kiss him back, pouring a decades worth of love and grief into that kiss for several moments before a sob erupts from my throat and I break the kiss, heaving as I cling to his shirt.

“I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry! I-I-I l-l-love y-you t-t-too!” My sobs break up my speech and I feel ridiculous, but Frankie laughs and I start to cry all over again. I’d forgotten his laugh and how warm it makes me feel and I would do anything to hear that sound for the rest of my life. 

“I am barely holding it together, querida. I-wait. Is that my Fleetwood Mac shirt?”

My sobs turn into a seal bark of a laugh, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling his fingers on my hip still. 

“Yeah. Ha-ha I got you!”

He chuckles as he kisses me again, fingers digging deeper into my hip as he walks me back into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. 

Instead of talking, we spend the next several hours in bed, Frankie pressing himself between my legs, sliding into me as if we were made for each other, years of longing and grief poured into every meet of our hips. Once we get out of a lengthy shower, Frankie lays on my childhood bed and beckons me to him, pulling me down to him as I cuddle into his side, my hand on his chest and leg over his, his fingers tracing the end of the scar that derailed my life. Our lives.

“You’ve been alive all this time?” I ask, turning my head up to look at him. 

He nods sadly. “Yeah.”

“All of you?”

“Yeah, why?”

I cry again, guilty that I didn’t confirm this before he pressed me into my bed but I was so overwhelmed I didn’t even think about it. He holds me and gives me time to cry, speaking words of comfort in my ear. 

“I asked the nurse to look you all up and she said you had died. That…that all of you had…had…”

“What? No, we came back from the mission a few days…after. Then we had to ship out a day later on a new one. I asked the receptionist at the med building and she said you had died.”

Anger surges through me at the years we lost over incorrect records. “Ok, who do I have to fuck up for this? Because this was bullshit. I…I don’t have words, Frankie, I-”

“I know, querida. It was either wrong records or they looked at the wrong name. And I may seem calm, but inside I’m seething. I just…I’ll deal with that later. For now, I just want to hold you and celebrate the fact that you’re alive and…wait. Did you say you love me too?”

“Francisco Morales, you have touched my body in nearly every way possible and you’re questioning my love?”

“Well I’m still not entirely sure you’re real.”

I shift, leaning up to press my lips to his. “I guess we have all the time in the world to find out.”

2 months later, we get married in my parent’s backyard, all of the Delta Force boys there to cheer us on. 

Author’s Note: My husband is a veteran who served around the time of 9/11. He was injured overseas and left the army. His friends/team mates all signed back up. When he was able, he asked about his friends in order to stay in contact and was told they had all died, killed in action overseas. 

Flash forward nearly 2 decades later, he makes a comment in a Facebook page for memes and gets a comment back with his nickname from back in the day. One of his friends had actually been alive this entire time and that friend had been told that my husband had died. 

Facebook may be a lot of shit, but will always have a spot in my heart for it for bringing back my husband’s friend from the dead. I will never forget the look on his face when he came out to tell me!

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HOT GIRLS ARE CONSCIOUS.

I haven't been on Tumblr in about 3 months (life has been busy), and when I finally decided to check back in today, I kept seeing the same thing over and over again, so I am here to dispel some myths.

If you have seen any of my posts, you will know the issues I have with traditional TikTok-y trendy 'glow-up' advice, but today I realised how much of it is just a ploy to get us to spend tons of money on things we CAN live without. I think we all need to be more CONSCIOUS: conscious of what we can realistically afford and implement into our daily lives.

For example, in a typical 'glow-up' advice post, tiktok or youtube video, they recommend these super unrealistic routines that include a full skincare routine of every type of cream you could ever imagine, and an incredibly detailed list that lays out how you need to spend every 10 minutes of your day in order to achieve this perfect form.

It's all hear-say.

Don't get roped into thinking that you need those brand new clothes, or you need those skincare items to be your best self. The idea of turning your 'glow-up' into a sustainable part of your life is to do things you can manage to do over and over again. The secret to glowing up permanently is having a routine that keeps you happy and healthy. Instead of buying a full shelf of skincare all in one go, get 1 or 2 items with positive reviews to start. You don't need to throw out your whole wardrobe and sell your soul to TEMU just to look aesthetic; use what you have. Rather than making short term impulsive purchases, treat every part of your life as an investment.

Especially when it comes to clothing, being someone who has lost weight and no longer fits into all their old clothes, instead of throwing everything out and starting from scratch, I bought a little amazon sewing kit with a couple of needles and different types of thread and started cutting and sewing my way to a better wardrobe. (Even TODAY, I turned an old pair of jeans that I never wear into a cute miniskirt all from a 5 minute YouTube tutorial.) If sewing isn't your thing, you can try using some hemming tape and an iron, fabric glue, or whatever you can. Be conscious of the things you buy and how often you buy them.

I know lots of people like thrifting, and you can thrift online with apps like Vinted, which I personally use and love, if you don't have access to massive thrift stores like they do in America (I'm totally not jealous at all 🙄🙄; I live in the UK and the closest things I have near me are charity shops but there's a sort of stigma around shopping in them but honestly who cares what others think).

When you shop for clothes, look for timeless and versatile pieces you can mix and match, layer and style with lots of different things, allowing you to wear them well. Try to find good staple pieces, that will make the basis of your wardrobe. Be an outfit repeater. Do not blindly follow trends; take the time to curate and explore to find your style. Make a massive Pinterest board of everything you think looks good, and start to make a list of common items of clothing and accessories you save the most; these will be your staples. Don't feel like you have to stick strictly to one aesthetic; my wardrobe ranges from 'fairycore' maxi skirts to y2k denim skirts, but what matters is that I am mindful of whether I will use the things I want to buy.

Of course, feel free to treat yourself, you 100% deserve it, but don't get sucked into the idea that your self worth is determined but WHAT you have; instead it should be how you FEEL in what you have.

I like to see my blog as a little notebook of things I wish I could have told my younger self, and things I want to remind my future self, and I feel like it would be a disservice to not talk about the oversaturation of our feeds with infinite products, to the point where everything feels like an AD.

Moral of the story: don't just take everything you see online at face value. Don't get trapped in extensive consumerism; it's bad for your bank account, it's bad for the environment and it's bad for your mental health.

Also here's my Pinterest if you want to have a peek around <3 Pinterest

[moonstandardtime]

OFFICIAL ART COMMISSIONS POST!!!

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previews + more info under cut (blood/gore warning for one of the previews (its part of a screenshot, so not detailed))

WILL DO:

Humanoids

System alters

OCs

Fanart

NSFW (with limits)

Gore (probably not anatomically accurate)

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Super high detail designs (unless you have a detailed ref/are okay with less detail)

Animals

Complex scenes with over 3 characters

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Payment is up front. If either of us needs to cancel at any point, I will provide (NOT FULL) refunds depending on where I am in the process.

Timeframe is around a week, give or take a few days, depending on the complexity of the ask. My ADHD is awful, so PLEASE pester me!

I need a ref! I'm not great at visualizing from text descriptions, so if you could provide references and a general sketch of what you want, that would be great! It doesn't need to be good at all--what I have in mind is really nothing more than a stick figure scribble. It just needs to get the idea across somehow.

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- If it's too late, I may not be able to change it.

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[wolfiesmoon]

There's a first time for everything

yuuji x fem!reader

i think yuuji's birthday recently passed...💕

i didnt plan this on purpose and i haven't been keeping up much w jjk but i do know it's kinda gone to shit rn (gege why do you hate your own story sm😭)

i say we keep living in blissful ignorance ☺️🤞🏻

He checked his phone for what felt like the hundreth time. It's about 5 minutes until the agreed meeting time.

He fixed the edge of his shirt, looking at himself in the reflection of the café window. He looks good. But what if you don't think so? Ugh, it feels like his nerves are going to kill him any moment.

Why is he even nervous at all? You've been his friend for a while now, he knows you're a great person. But... this is the first date he's ever been on... how can he not be slightly worried?

He never really thought of a girl like that before he suddenly caught feelings for you. When you told him you felt the same way, he was happy but unsure how to treat you from now on. What do you do with a girlfriend? Even calling you that felt a little foreign. Not bad at all, just strange.

So that's how he ended up awkwardly asking you out on a date after being educated on girls by Nobara.

Gojo got excited and ended up giving Yuuji love advice before he left for the meeting spot, but something gives Yuuji the feeling that Gojo's advice isn't the most reliable on the field of love. He'll probably just stick to listening to his cursed energy manipulation advice.

You should arrive any minute now.

He gripped the boquet of flowers in his hand, another piece of advice given to him by Nobara.

"Yuuuuuuji!" he heard your voice from behind him, turning around to see you running to him, wearing the most cute outfit he'd ever seen. He nearly forgot to breathe when he saw you.

"Hey. You look so handsome today! Love the shirt!" you smiled at him, glancing at the flowers he was holding. You feel kinda cheeky, complimenting him like that right out of the gate. Now that he's your boyfriend, you get that priviledge.

"You too! I mean, not handsome, I think you're cute! Unless you like to be called handsome..." he laughed a little to cover up his awkward mistake. You didn't seem all that mad about it though, which was a relief. He wanted to say so much more about how absolutely adorable you look, but it could possibly come on too strong. Atleast he thinks it might?

"Here, for you!" he swiftly handed you the flowers, grinning widely at you.

"Oh, thank you! I love them!" you smiled down at the flowers. He breathed a sigh of relief. Nobara chewed him out thorougly when he said he doesn't know your favourite flower so he ended up having to guess which boquet you'd like.

"Should we..." he turned his head to the entrance and you nodded. He went over to the door and held it open for you.

"Oh wow, you're such a gentleman." you entered the café, waiting for him to enter behind you. Okay, you called him a gentleman. He must be doing something right. He followed right behind you, trusting that you'll pick the perfect spot.

The two of you sat down in a nice, cozy spot, with you sitting across him. You really got a good look at his face, noticing he looks slightly nervous. Oh, he's so cute.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous yourself, so knowing you weren't the only one made you feel much better. The very beginning of the relationship is always the most awkward. It can only go up from here though, right?

Your hand slowly moved up and across the table to hold his hand which was placed on the table. He jumped slightly when your hand touched his but then grinned widely at you, gripping your hand back. Both of your hands were sweating like crazy.

You were about to start a conversation when the waiter showed up, smiling sweetly when he noticed your intertwined hands on the table. The two of you placed your orders and you waited for him to leave before trying again.

"I was really surprised when you asked me out on a date all of a sudden. Not in a bad way." you squeezed his hand slightly.

"Well, it wasn't exactly my idea, I'll admit that. But! You're my girl now, so it's only natural!" he squeezed your hand back, which hurt a little because he squeezed too hard.

You felt your cheeks heat up when he called you his girl. You could definitely get behind him calling you that from now on.

A silence fell between you, but it was not an uncomfortable one. You just looked into his eyes and he looked back into yours and it all felt right. You felt comfy and safe around Yuuji, even before you officially got together. But now you feel a different kind of comfy around him. One more laced with excitement and newfound affection.

Is it kind of corny? Sure, but it's what you feel. And you're sure he feels the same way, too.

The waiter placed down your drinks and the pastry you ordered for yourself, interrupting your lovey dovey trance.

"Thank you." You said quietly, a bit flustered that you got so lost in Yuuji's eyes you didn't even notice the waiter.

The waiter smiled at the two of you knowingly before leaving to take other's orders. You get the feeling he's amused by the two of you, not in a malicious way, though.

"Sorry I came last minute. I was worried about whether I'd look good in this outfit." You turned back to Yuuji and admitted bashfully. You spent way too long looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you overdressed or underdressed for the occasion. If the hair was too much or not enough.

"Why? You look amazing." He said it with such a casual tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"If you say so, then I'm inclined to believe it." you said after a short silence. He's a simple, honest guy. And that's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

"I would never lie to you!" he grinned happily, taking a sip of his drink and taking a moment to admire you. Wow, he's never really noticed your beauty until now. Back when he first started crushing on you, your looks weren't even that big of a factor, surprisingly. He found himself thinking about the way your laugh sounds or how you always make him feel happy and excited to be around you.

"You're looking at me weird, Yuuji." you narrowed your eyes dramatically. Although you were just exagerrating for the sake of fooling around a bit. You were sipping on your own drink, pleasantly surprised by how nice it tastes. Yuuji suggested the place, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Oh- I am? Hehe, sorry." he felt kind of embarrased at being caught staring at you like that. It's like he zoned in on you completely for a moment there.

You took a bite of the pastry you ordered and the colorful flavour immediately started dancing around on your tongue. This is very tasty!

Yuuji kind of wished he could take a photo of the expression you made the moment you started chewing on the pastry. The way your eyes lit up was simply magical. Now that he thinks of it, you've always made that face when eating the foods you like most. He's noticing so many things he's never thought about before, and it's both overwhelming and exciting.

"Yuuji, want a bite?" you asked sweetly, taking notice of the fact he was looking at the pastry.

"Yeah, sure." he isn't going to lie, he's interested in it too. He just has to ask the waiter for another pastry fork, right? His hand moved upwards to catch the waiter's attention when...

"Say ahhhh."

He looked back at you, wide eyed. You're holding out your fork over the table and smiling innocently.

"Uhhh..." he felt kind of mortified for some reason. He supposes it's because it came out of nowhere. You never did this when you were friends, but then again, he's pretty sure friends don't feed eachother. Are you pulling a little prank on him or do you actually want to feed him?

You looked at him expectantly, worried that you might have come on too strong. If he doesn't want to, you'd respect it, of course.

When he looked at the fork, he gulped. If he did eat off that fork, it would kind of be like a kiss, wouldn't it? Since your lips touched the fork before...

He takes the plunge and eats the pastry off the fork, eyes screwed shut as he tries not to think about the indirect kiss too much. If he's getting this flustered over an indirect kiss, how is he going to...

Oh, even thinking about it has him turning red!

"How is it? It's really good, right?" you wanted to know his opinion, too.

"It really is." he found himself enjoying the flavour too. Maybe the pastry tastes even sweeter because he's with you. Nah, that's way too cheesy. He's not saying that.

.

"Well, that's that. I really enjoyed being with you today."

The two of you exited the café. You were about to part ways when Yuuji remembered Gojo's love advice. Initially, he wasn't actually going to do it, but now he kind of wants to try it, as nervewracking as it is to ask.

"Wait. Before you go... can I kiss you?" he looked like he could implode any second now.

You froze, feeling butterflies rapidly hatching out of their cocoons in your belly. You weren't sure if you really heard him right, getting the sudden urge to pinch yourself to check if this is a dream. But judging by how red his cheeks are, you heard him perfectly well.

"I... yes, yes you can." you smiled awkwardly. You didn't know where to look at this moment. But you did know that you definitely want to experience your first kiss with Yuuji. There's no boy you trust more than him.

After getting your confirmation, he awkwardly grabbed your arms before closing his eyes and leaning towards your face. Internally, he's praying really hard he won't miss your lips. "I, uhhh, I've never kissed anyone before. So don't be mad if I mess up." he mumbled.

You screw your own eyes shut, feeling like you're about to explode from anticipation, waiting for his lips to touch yours. "It's okay. I've never kissed someone before, either." you whisper dreamily.

When his lips met yours, it felt kind of weird. You definitely need to get used to the feeling. But it certainly isn't bad.

You tried to wrap your arms around him to deepen the affection, but as soon as your lips joined, they were already seperating. He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand across his lips as if he was confirming the kiss wasn't just a fleeting dream.

"I'm sorry... I kinda got cold feet there. Not because of anything you did, though!" he assured you. His entire face was tomato red. How cute.

Kissing a girl feels weird. Well, not just a girl. His girlfriend.

"..It's okay, I get it. Thanks for the date and I hope to see you again tomorrow!" even though you said so, you were a bit dissapointed internally. You really wanted to feel that exciting, tingling feeling for a few moments longer.

You're sure you will again, soon enough. You almost want to pull him back and initiate your own kiss but you turn around and start walking away, turning back to wave at him happily and clutching the boquet in your other hand.

He waves back with equal enthusiasm. He's very relieved that the date went well. Now that you're almost gone from his line of sight, he relaxes his shoulders.

For how long have they been tense, anyways?

"Wow... she really is mine." he mumbled to himself. It feels like he's sealed a promise of many great things to come with that kiss.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Lifeline

a/n I just can't help myself. When addiction calls I answer. This is nothing too special but this idea popped into my head and well now the idea is here.

Warnings: contains spoilers from episode 6! Don't read this if you haven't watched it!!!!!!!!!

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There was nothing more crippling than feeling helpless. Then see something unfolding in front of your eyes and not be able to do anything about it. Ellie tried to shake Joel, who was lying on the cold ground. Blood poured out of the open wound. She had nothing but him. It was just the two of them. Have been for months. Ellie and Joel. What was she supposed to do now? How was she going to survive now? What was she supposed to do if he died?

Ellie's cheeks flushed as angry and terrified tears streamed down, "Wake up, Joel," she shook the male for what felt like a thousand times, "You have to fucking open your eyes. I need you," Ellie cried silently. She couldn't lose him either. She lost too many people, and she just got comfortable with Joel. They just broke the ice with each other. Life was cruel, but surely not that cruel.

The sound of someone stepping on a dry stick made Ellie quickly turn to the sound as she shifted, reaching for her gun. "Easy. I mean no harm," a female voice called out, yet Ellie didn't lower her weapon. Even if there was not much use for it considering that her hands were shaking like leaves in the cold autumn breeze.

"I can help your dad, just don't shoot me." Emotions ran high in situations like this. You'd seen quite a few of them. Had seen plenty of doctors end up with bullets between their eyes simply because they pressed the wrong buttons at the wrong time. "Please, help," the girl croaked out. Her eyes fell back on the unconscious man.

You stepped closer, moving her blood-drained hands from the still-bleeding wound. From the color of the male's skin, you could tell that he had lost quite a chunk of blood, and if you didn't act fast, he was going to bleed out to death. "Put your hands back on the wound and press on it as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?", you asked her as calmly as possible, searching for her eyes and not waiting for words. You knew better than to expect her to talk. She nodded weakly before following up on your words.

You looked around. The place was nothing but a wasteland, but you noticed a couple of bushes surrounded by rocks. You scrubbed up to your feet, quickly jogging down there before racking your nails at the plush greenery. Ellie watched you the whole time. She was quite strongly expecting you to take off running. Leaving her all alone once again, but you didn't. You come right back, and Ellie started to feel like she was almost imagining you.

"Let go for me now", you said softly, before you lifted the side of the male's shirt, pushing her hands away as you shoved a handful of moss into the wound, "Lift the back of my jacket and rip the bottom of my shirt off". Yet she did nothing, her eyes focused on her bloody hands. You would let go of the wounded side and do it yourself, but every drop of blood now was vital. "Look, young lady, either you do it, or your daddy crosses the bridge to never-after. Rip it now!" you barked out harshly, watching her flinch, but reach for the back of your jacket before once again following your orders.

Since there was no way for you to turn him over or lift him, you had to get creative. Pressing the ripped dry material over the moss you lowered the shirt back down before clenching as much material as you could. Making knots as you tighten the shirt around his torso. "My house is not far off," you said while pulling out the rope from your bag and knotting it around his ankles. "Can you get on the horse?", you turn your attention to the girl who was going into shock. You could tell that she was already mentally checked out.

Walking to her, you took her by the hand, nudging her towards the horse before lifting her slightly so that getting up for her would be easier. "Joel," she mumbled, turning back to look at the male. Well, at least now you know the name. "I can't lift him. I tied him to the horse; we'll drag him there, see?", you showed her the rope. Knowing full well that this wasn't the best idea. But it was that or leaving him here to die: "I'll stitch Joel up then, okay?"

That was about an hour ago. Now, you had just finished bandaging Joel. Who was still unconscious, but at least his face had regained some of its colors back. He had mumbled random words as you were stitching him up. Calling you Sarah before moving to Tess and ending with Ellie. You cooed at him through it all. Letting him touch your hand and smiling down at him as he continued to murmur under his breath. If you had been there a moment later, Joel would have been gone. Pulling a wool blanket over his body, you once again changed out the cold cloth that rested on his forehead before stepping out.

You had left the girl before the fire. In a picture-perfect scenario, you would have preferred for someone to wash her up instantly. Sitting there with someone else's blood on your hands could do a number on you. She was staring at her hands like she had done back by the train rails. You cleared your throat, making her jump. "Let's wash your hands, huh," you said, rubbing her shoulder gently. Her expression didn't change as she stood up, letting you lead her to the big bowl of warm water.

Now, instead of her hands, she watched as the water turns red. "I'm Y/N; can you tell me your name?", you ask her while scrubbing her hands with a cloth. She swallows hard, lips trembling, before a silent whimper came out, "El-Ellie." You hummed, reaching for the lavender soup that was put to the side as you rubbed it into her skin. "Joel said your name a couple of times, actually. Good to add a face to the name", Ellie instantly shrugged back, eyes turning to the room you two had barely managed to drag Joel to.

"He's stable now. Has a fever, but it's normal", you tried to reassure her once again, "You can go see him after we clean up". Tears once again picked up at the corners of her eyes as she continued to look toward the room. "I have no one else… I…", a sob slips past her lips, and you drop the wet towel into the bowl. Bringing her closer to your chest. You had no clue who the two of them were. But there was a lot of love between them. You could tell.

"Come, let's check on him," rubbing her upper arms, you lead her to Joel. Choosing to remain by the door and let her find her own way to him. She needed this moment with him. Just the two of them. You were there only for supervision. Ellie's eyebrows scrunched up as she looked down at Joel. His still somewhat pale skin made her feel sick. Bearing for the side of the fur blanket, she reached under. Quickly finding Joel's palm before slipping her much smaller hand into his.

"You will wake up, right?", she crocked out the free hand reaching to caress his cheek. "You're Joel fucking Miller, you don't just die," yet her voice died down as she turned her attention towards you, "Right?". You let out a sigh, moving closer to the two of them. Taking a seat on the other side of Joel. "Well, considering that from what I can tell, he survived a bullet that nearly blew out his brain, I think there's no doubt that he will make it", you knew that making claims like that were bold. So many things could still go wrong. Infections. Blood cloths. Blood infections. You name it.

But you also needed to drag another drowning soul from under the water. Ellie needed something to cling to, and you were going to throw her a lifeline. You let her sit by his side for a while. Letting her watch Joel breathe till her body eased up. "Should we go eat? We can make Joel some antibiotic tea, and if he wakes up, something easy to digest". Ellie was hesitant at first, but the fact that this was the only way she could somehow help Joel made her let go of him.

Ellie was turning a carrot in her hands, inspecting the vegetable. "Ever had a carrot?", you asked her as you continued to chop up onions. "Canned ones," she shrugged. "Well, take a bite; you won't regret it," you encouraged, watching her face change as she chewed and the new flavor worked its way into her brain."That's sick," she breathed out, taking another bite, making you chuckle. "You wait for the stew, then we can compare." You weren't wrong there either. She lapped up the whole bowl and helped herself to seconds. Slowly but surely coming back down from the initial panic.

You were finishing up cleaning the dishes when you reached for a cigarette. Needing to take the edge of the day yourself. Ellie was carelessly spinning on the chair when you puffed out the first cloud of smoke. "You smoke?", shifting to her, you watched as her eyes turned your way. "Ahh… sure," you could tell the answer was no, but she was already approaching you. Looking at how to hold out her fingers as she mimicked your hand. "Give it a puff, but don't tell the big guy," you said as you handed Ellie the cigarette, and she coughed almost immediately. "That's somehow worse than the shit Joel drinks", you let out a laugh, putting the last plate on the rack.

"You and your dad are close?", Ellie shifted awkwardly, pulling at her hoodie sleeves. "He is not my dad. It's… Well, it's complicated", you nodded your head, not wanting to push her. "Can I ask you why were you at the lab?", "You saw us?", she questioned, you just shrugged your shoulders, sinking into the armchair. "Considering the fuckers you ran into, I assumed you were…" Yet your words were cut by a rather unpleasant growl of pain.

You jumped up sooner than Ellie, being more used to being alert in situations like this. Joel's eyes were somewhat open as he looked around the place. Flinching slightly as you came into sight. "Don't move much; I'll find you something for the pain." You pressed your palm on his chest, making sure he stayed put when Ellie burst through the door.

"Joel, Joel," she breathed out, practically leaping onto the table, but you carefully pressed your hand in front of Joel. Blocking her excitement just a little. "Hi, baby girl. You okay?", Joel croaked out, turning his head towards the girl. His hand tried to reach her, but the lack of strength stopped him from doing so.

"Am I okay? You just died on me. You can't do that", suddenly her emotions switch completely as angry tears threaten to pool down her cheeks. "Wasn't my intention", Joel whined, and you instantly cut in. Carefully lifting his head as you slipped a couple of pills into his mouth, guide a glass of water to his lips.

He didn't pay you any attention as he once again turned to Ellie, who was still holding onto him. "But you're okay?", Joel questioned again, and Ellie nodded her head eagerly in an instant. "Y/N save you… us",' she said, making Joel turn your way, and your eyes met for the first time. "It was nothing. You just don't move much; I can't have you ripping the stitches," you stated politely, lowering your gaze. Suddenly feeling rather shy under Joel's gaze, "Nothing special? She strapped your legs to the horse and…", "Okay, maybe let's not tell him everything", you laughed under your breath, nudging Ellie's shoulder slightly. Enjoying the smile that had made its way up her face, replacing the worried frown.

You let the two of them be there for a moment alone, not wanting to interfere in their private conversations. Once you stepped back in, Ellie was curled up in the little armchair, fast asleep. Joel's eyes were closed as well. You carefully placed the tray of food on the side table, causing the spoon to rattle in the bowl, and Joel's eyes snapped open.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you got some food in your system", you said quietly, in a way waiting for him to dismiss you but he nodded. You moved to get a couple of more pillows to raise Joel's head slightly as you sat on the side of the bed. Reaching for the spoon and scooping up some of the broth.

"You know I can feed myself," Joel said as he moved his hands from under the blanket, but you moved the spoon out of his reach. "Probably, but where's the fun in that? Open up," you chirped, making him roll his eyes, but he did what he was told regardless. "I feel like crippled elderly", "Quite an accurate description", you laughed a little, Joel snarled, shaking his head at your words. "Okay, my apologies; I like the gray. Quite sexy, actually", you wiggled your eyebrows, guiding another spoonful to him. "Thank you for looking after Ellie", Joel said, his hand resting just above your knee, and you smiled at him softly, "She's a special girl". You both looked toward the armchair at her now peaceful face and said, "And she cares about you a lot. I would kill for such love."

The silence fell over the room, and Joel's energy slowly started to fade. Even when he tried to fight them, his eyes grew heavier. "I'll quickly check the bandage, and then you are free to sleep," you said, pushing the blanket from his upper body. Fingers gently undo the side of the material before you tighten it back down. Joel caught onto your hand just as you were about to cover him up again and said, "I never said thank you for saving me. You could have just walked by", you moved to lace your fingers with his, giving his palm another squeeze. "Too handsome to go to waste. Now sleep before I kick your ass out," you warned him, and the corner of Joel's lips curled up. "You wouldn't be so cruel," he said, eyes barely open now. "You don't want to try me, cowboy."

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (22)

Kagome stifles a yawn behind her hand as she gets out of the car. The moving truck is already here, and the cleaning company came out spent so much time last night packing as much as she could.

"Wow!" Shippo exclaims. "Is this our new house?"

Kagome's lips twitch. Shippo is dressed like a mini Satoru with his black baggy pants and white top.

"Yep, this is the new place. Remember, you can pick out any room except the master bedroom." Satoru cradles Koushi in his arm and motions for them to follow him into the house. "I'll stick around long enough for them to be done unloading the furniture, and then I'll need to head to my first mission. I'll help unload the rest when I get home."

Shippo runs into the house and stops. "Papa!"

"Yeah?"

"Give me my brother. We have to pick out our room."

Satoru chuckles. "You don't have to share a room with Koushi. You have four to choose from." He squats and holds Koushi out to Shippo. Koushi giggles and grabs a hold of Shippo's shirt as Shippo takes off in search of a room to pick out. Satoru stands and looks over at her. "Wanna check out our room?"

"Is that all you want to do?"

Satoru bites his bottom lip and steps closer to her. "Wouldn't mind checking you out." He grabs her hips and then slides his hands around to squeeze her ass. "This dress is amazing on you."

Of course he likes it, he bought it. Kagome leans forward. She wants to kiss him.

"Gojo-san! Where would you like this?" One of the movers asks.

Satoru scrunches his nose and drops his hands. "Oh, that? Goes in the master bedroom. This way." He reaches for her hand. "Did you talk to Ito?" He asks as they go up the stairs.

"Uh, yeah, I spoke to her yesterday. She's going to send me some pieces to choose from. You really don't have a preference for the decor?"

"Nah. All you."

Desire swirls in her gut. She wants to do something for him. Kagome glances at their interlocked hands. But what? She needs to brainstorm with Ayumi for ideas.

"So, this will help me how?" Kagome stares at the tripod and the remote in her hand. Ayumi laughs, much to Kagome's embarrassment. This whole thing is embarrassing, and she should have never mentioned to Ayumi she wanted to do something for Satoru.

Damn her and her big mouth.

"So, you can take as many sexy pictures as you want and send them to him." Ayumi takes the small remote from her hands. "Or you could make a video." She waggles her eyebrows. The pink sweater dress and black boots make Ayumi look far more innocent than she is. The color complements her, really brings a glow to her skin and eyes.

A video?

Kagome's eyes widen. "To send to him?" She palms her face. Her whole body feels like it is on fire. Why does the thought of sending Satoru a video feel more intimate than what they've already done? "Ayumi, what if he..."

"What if he what?"

"Doesn't find it appealing," Kagome says lamely. Insecurity rears its head. She knows Satoru wants her. He's not shy about it, but this feels... Kagome blows out a breath. "I feel silly." She smooths her hands down her sides. The soft fabric of the black wool knitted turtleneck dress brings her a little comfort. Partly because Satoru ordered the dress for her.

"You're overthinking it, Kagome. Look, I haven't really spent any time with you two, together, but based on his actions, and the way he didn't even glance at us at the table, he is smitten with you." Ayumi squeezes Kagome's shoulder. "You have two kids together."

Kagome frowns and then sighs.

"What's wrong?"

"I..." Kagome presses her lips together. "I haven't been truthful." She meets Ayumi's gaze. "You remember back in middle school, when I was sick all the time?"

Ayumi nods as she clasps her hands together. "Yes."

"I got pulled into the past." She watches Ayumi's reaction. There is none. "By a demon. Not a curse. And there was a jewel, the Shikon, that I was tasked with putting back together. Those years I disappeared. I was in the past with InuYasha."

Ayumi blinks. "So... did you cheat on InuYasha?"

"No. Shippo is a demon, too. I adopted him. I wasn't lying about Satoru and Koushi. It really was a one-night stand and now it's..."

Ayumi stares at her for a moment and then at the remote in her hand. "Kagome, I think he would love it if you sent him pictures or a video."

Huh?

"How did you get that from my story?"

Ayumi waves a hand in the air. "Easily. You're telling me that your now boyfriend immediately proposed a relationship with you once you two reconnected and he adopted a demon child?" She takes a step back and motions to the room. "I think InuYasha did a number on you. On your self-esteem. I mean, look at this place. It's incredible."

The house is amazing, and she still can't believe Satoru was able to get them moved in so quickly. Though the large windows give her pause. If she gives Satoru any more massages, she may need to put up a barrier around them to protect the rest of the room. Last thing she wants is a bunch of shattered glass on the floor.

"You're right," she admits. "I know you're a window for the sorcerers, but you're taking this really well."

"Ah, well, I have seen InuYasha without a bandana over his head. And his nails were really sharp."

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "I thought back then you would have thought me insane." She smiles. "But I guess that's why you never told me you could see curses." It's nice being able to tell Ayumi the truth after all these years.

This time Ayumi rolls her eyes. "Yeah, the moment you tell someone, they put you in the hospital. Though I can't imagine fighting a curse or a demon." She sighs and then looks at the tripod. "Well?"

Kagome flushes. Her cheeks are burning up. "I like the idea of a video."

"Do you have toys?"

Kagome shakes her head. "No, should I?"

"Oh, dear." Ayumi looks at her watch. "How much time do we have left?"

"About an hour until the kids are back. Satoru won't be home until tonight."

Ayumi nods. "We'll have to hurry. Maybe your mom would want to babysit longer? Unless you send him the video when the kids go to bed? I'm just throwing suggestions out." She tosses the remote onto the bed.

If Mom and Syouma take the kids tonight, then it's nearly a guarantee that Satoru will disrupt the power grid again. And they will have some time tomorrow when the kids are out shopping with their grandparents.

"I'll send it to him tonight when his missions are winding down."

Ayumi laughs. "Are we going to lose you next summer?"

Lose her next summer? Oh!

"If Satoru had his way, then yes." Kagome blows out a breath.

"You don't want anymore?" Ayumi glances over her shoulder as they make their way down the stairs.

"I'm pregnant." The admission takes her by surprise. It's the first time she's said the words out loud since Sesshomaru dropped the bombshell on her. "It's really early and you're the first person I've told...so don't say anything."

Ayumi trips and catches herself. "Kagome! Wow! I don't even...wow, he wasted no time."

She laughs. "Honestly, I don't know if anything would have stopped him. I was on birth control, and we used a condom with Koushi."

"I've heard he's the strongest. Not sure if that means anything." Ayumi shrugs. "Still, wow! And you think he wouldn't like a video from you?" She snorts. "If I ever see InuYasha again, I'll give him a talking to."

Kagome keeps her thoughts to herself. Not because she cares about Ayumi giving InuYasha a piece of her mind, but because thinking about InuYasha brings up visions of Satoru and how crazed he looked after he got done kicking InuYasha's ass.

It's that damn feral gleam in his eyes that does her in every time and exactly why she's pregnant again.

They head to the garage at Ayumi's insistence and head to Rose, a place that sounds like the name of a flower shop.

"You'll have to get a rose too, trust me."

Kagome nods her head, not trusting her voice to be any more than a squeak. When they pull into the parking lot, her stomach is a ball of knots. She sucks in a breath and gives herself a pep talk. Satoru will like it. He wanted some bindings anyway.

"Ready?"

Kagome clears her throat. "Sure?"

Ayumi laughs. "He'll love it." She looks Kagome over. "Do you have lingerie?"

"No," Kagome sighs. "We'll have to move fast since we are pressed for time. I'll die if Syouma sees the bags." The store is surprisingly upscale. Maybe it's because she's never been in a sex store before, but she was expecting something a little seedier or grunge-like. The chandelier and the soft lights, combined with the classical music playing on the speakers, nearly convinces Kagome she is at a spa. The lady offers them a flute of champagne and hands them a booklet.

Kagome turns the champagne down but takes the booklet like her life depends on it. She flips through the pages with eyebrows raised.

"Now, that doesn't cover everything we have, but it is a good starting place." The lady leans over. "Is there something you wanted to try or just browsing?"

"Uhh... bondage for him," Kagome manages to say with a straight face. "Some toys to put on a show and lingerie." Mentally, she gives herself a pat on the back. Now that the idea of a video has nestled into her mind, teasing Satoru like he teases her, outweighs any feelings of looking silly.

Satoru isn't InuYasha.

"We need all the help we can get," Ayumi says. "And we don't have much time."

"Oh, I see." The lady eyes Kagome and circles her. "Meet me by the dressing room in 20. I know just the perfect sets for you."

Ayumi grabs Kagome's hand and pulls her along. She ends up with far too many toys than she ever thought possible and a small closet worth of lingerie sets.

Where the heck is she going to hide all of this? Kagome stares at the bags. Does it really matter if Satoru finds them? She closes the trunk and slides into the driver's seat. No, it doesn't matter, but... she'll hide the cock rings. Those can be a surprise.

Satoru crosses his legs and looks out the window. This last mission is far out in the countryside. This sucks. He's missing dinner and bedtime. One part of him hopes Kagome is still awake when he gets home, but the other part of him wishes she would get her rest. The old man and Kagome's mom are taking the kids out shopping tomorrow and he still hasn't decided if he and Kagome should go somewhere or spend the time at home.

He bites the inside of his cheek to stop from grinning. The kids finally have their own rooms.

"Gojo-san, did you hear me?" Ijichi asks from the front seat.

"Nah, I wasn't listening."

Ijichi sniffs. "I was saying that we have received more information regarding the blackouts."

Satoru rolls his eyes. Are they still going on about that? So what? "Yeah, what about it?"

"It actually had a positive effect on the power grid." Ijichi clears his throat. "And it is staying hushed among jujutsu society as to the cause of it because..." he trails off.

"Energizer bunny for the government," Satoru quips. "Yeah, that would be a pain if word spread." More importantly, it would put a bigger target on his children. For a brief moment, he thinks, this is the shit that would have set Suguru off. "You can head home after dropping me off."

He should visit Suguru's grave sometime.

"Are you sure? You aren't going to hit me if I leave, right?"

Satoru huffs. "Might slap you if you don't leave."

"Okay, okay!" Ijichi parks the car. "Please don't forget the veil... I'll do it."

Satoru rolls his eyes behind his blindfold as he gets out of the car. This place is deserted. Not like anyone would be around to see the property damage. The inn is falling apart. There's a hole in the roof and he bets it is moldy inside. The grass is overgrown, and a few vines are growing along the outside of the inn and over the windows.

A shame.

He sees the potential. This place must have been packed before all the negative emotions pooled together and created a curse. Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets while he waits for Ijichi to finish setting up the veil.

"Gojo-san, please keep the damage to a minimum. There is talk about renovating the inn."

"Yeah, yeah. Now shoo." He lifts his leg and acts as if he is going to kick the door in. Satoru chortles at the panicked expression on Ijichi's face. "Man, you're too easy." Satoru laughs again as he lowers his legs and uses his hand instead to open the door.

Ugh, he knew it. The inside smells like shit.

"Come on," he sing songs. "Ain't got all night." Satoru pauses and then sighs. They always hide. Satoru walks down the corridor. The floor creaks. It would be better to demolish this place and rebuild it, but he's a man of his word, so he won't cause too much property damage.

He finds the curse, a creepy one with three eyes and lashes Mei Mei would kill for. It's round, with sagging skin that hangs down to its feet.

"Too much soaking in the hot spring, huh?" Satoru asks conversationally, not that he expects an answer, with it being such a weak curse and all.

It throws a punch at him and another. The curse jumps back and shivers.

Satoru sighs. No fun. He lifts a finger and shoots a red at it. "Oh well, at least I can go home now." He shrugs and heads back out of the inn. This was honestly a waste of his time. He inhales the fresh air. So much better.

Huh? His phone vibrates. Better not be another last-minute mission.

Kagome: Miss you.

Satoru smiles. His heart beats a little faster. He misses her, too.

Kagome: Are you alone?

He furrows his brows. Is he alone? Why does that matter?

Satoru: Yep, just got done with my last mission for the night.

He cocks his head to the side as he watches the three dots populate and then go away. Maybe she needs him to pick something up on the way home.

Oh, a video.

He clicks on it. Must be a video of the... his nostrils flare. He pulls his blindfold down. Damn near tempted to pull his pants down too. Fuck, he's hard. His eyes don't know what to focus on. The way she's squeezing her tit or the way her hips lift off the bed from the vibrator on her clit.

He sucks in a breath. If he grips the phone any tighter, it will break. The video ends too soon, but her chanting his name plays over and over in his mind.

Kagome: Are you coming?

***

A/N: I think the Satoru appreciation event will probably end up on his birthday and if the Kyoto students want to join, then I can see Jujutsu in general watching the event to see what Shippo can do.

"How many people has Shippo killed in the past?" - Not many as he prefers pranking over killing. But sometimes people/demons overstep.

"Are they going to take a test sometime soon?" - Kagome will probably take it just cause even though she's pretty much accepted it now.

Next update will be Sunday. I'm halfway through the next part for Twisted Desire. Decided to make it three parts so everyone has a POV chapter because I can't write one-shots, apparently. Take care of yourselves! Make sure to get plenty of rest and take your vitamins. Side note, I made a cinnamon roll cake the other day and it was amazing.

[exalok]

(car accident)

(from this whump month list; tw injuries and implied previous child abuse)

"—oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck he's gonna kill me he's gonna kill me—"

"Can you get it open??"

"It's stuck, it's fucking—I think something's broken—"

The world is very bright. There's something in her mouth and her head is on fire.

"Wha's borken," she mumbles, and thinks, oh, maybe me. The shouting nearby gets louder, which doesn't exactly hurt but makes something heavy and urgent inside her flop like it's trying to get out.

"Try the other door," sharp, ow, she tries to turn away but everything is too hot and stiff to move, "—oh shit, fine, okay, okay, other door, okay—" and something is crackling—is that her? Is that bad crackling? She doesn't think she should be crackling— "Billie? Billie??"

"'m right here," she says, but the words end up mostly spit. Something wipes across her mouth a little too roughly to be comforting.

"I think you bit your tongue." Oh. Not spit, then. Something else is messing around with her jacket. "You said you could drive."

She messily bats the hands away and says, "Well I lied," squinting her eyes open, trying to remember why it matters.

She's in a car. Okay. That makes sense. Or it will, when she remembers why. The passenger side door is open, and—Rinaldo is scrabbling at her seatbelt, and through the hole in the cracked-up window Thomas is biting his lip and smearing the glass with his dark-stained sleeve, darting looks between her and the road ahead. Or the countryside. There are more trees than she's used to seeing.

Why is the window cracked? Daud just got this car, she can recognize the stupid pumpkin-shaped air-freshener she got him hanging from the rearview mirror.

Why is she in the driver's seat?

Oh fuck, she thinks as Rinaldo manages to get her seatbelt open and tugs on her jacket's shoulder like he thinks he can just haul her from the seat. Oh shit. She just crashed Daud's new car. She just went for a joyride with her stupid fake brothers and crashed Daud's new car.

"'m run'ng away," she says, "I'm gonna live in a hole an'—never come back," just as the approaching sound of a motor quiets down and Thomas and Rin go completely silent.

Well. She knows whose big old boots those must be crunching up the road then. She closes her eyes.

"Get in the back," says the voice she's starting to get used to.

"How did you know we'd be—"

"Shut your mouth and get in the back. Rin. Out. With him."

Rin scrambles to follow orders; muffles his swearing when he jams his knee against the stick shift.

"Billie."

Maybe if she makes him think she's dead it won't be as bad. She tries holding her breath, but her neck and head start to pound, and her temple burns like she's got it up against a pot of boiling water.

"Billie. I saw you talking."

She opens her eyes and glares through the windshield. His hand sticks through the hole in the window to hover in front of her mouth. He's holding a handkerchief.

"Spit."

She spits. Then she stares at the bloody glob in his palm. There's a tooth in there.

"Hrm. Lose all your baby teeth yet?"

"I'm fourteen," she growls, but instead of being intimidating it sounds like she's trying to hack up a loogie.

"Glad to know you haven't completely lost your mind. What's the year?"

"Year of your old ass got fired and had to switch jobs."

"And the president?"

"President Eat My Shorts," she says, trying to sit up so she can climb out of the mess she made and hide in the back of whatever car Daud drove here, but then his big square hand is on her shoulder pushing her back into the seat and she just folds, the too-hot feeling of all-over pain turning to cold sweat, keeping very still. "President Kaldwin, sir."

"It's Daud," he corrects her, but he leaves his hand there on her shoulder, and she doesn't know what that means so she keeps on not moving. "Headache?"

"Yes."

"Does breathing hurt?"

She goes to say yes on reflex, because everything does, but takes a second to breathe in deep and check: her skull tightens like a hand and it makes her lightheaded, but her ribs feel fine. "No. 'm just dizzy."

"Alright."

Then he's quiet for a bit. She sneaks a look at him and he's got the same pissed off face as always, cold gray eyes looking down at her. He probably thinks she did this just to piss him off. He probably thinks she's a stupid fucking kid who doesn't know what's good for her. (He's probably not even completely wrong. What the fuck was she thinking. It just— It sounded like a nice time.)

"Alright," he says again, and turns around, and she jumps up in her seat so fast her head practically explodes.

"Dad—" she shouts and has to stop, mortified, and also in a lot of pain, and that's why the tear slips down, alright, it's because it hurts, it hurts like a motherfucker. "Daud," she corrects, but he's already turned back to her.

He's still got the handkerchief she spit up a bunch of blood into in his hand. "Attano drove me here," he says. Which. Alright. Doesn't have anything to do with anything, but fine. "I'll tell him to take the boys home. Then I'll wait with you for the ambulance." ... Oh. Okay. "He called the hospital when we got here."

"That costs money," she says, as if she's protesting.

"Kids cost money," he retorts. "It's my business if I spend mine on you three. Now stop squirming around, you could have damaged your spine."

She slowly sinks back into the seat and waits for the sound of his boots to return.

[peculiarbeauty]

not to be gay on main but i am going to be gay on main. it's positivity post time !!! i just wanted to shout out a couple amazing people who have become ultra close to me ( or were ultra close in the past and we reconnected hehe ) this is just a few names, i don't have time unfortunately to write a message for everyone on the dash but please please know that you are special to me if you are a follower. this is never in a particular order.

@seachant - NINI i love you. you are such a breath of fresh air. genuinely a twinkling star that just happened to fall in my vicinity. lucky me tbh. thank you for giving me the chance to be friends with you and write on multiple different blogs with you. writing with your ariel here was such a DREAM of mine. i remember seeing your blog around and just adoring it. we did write previously when i wrote in the fandom but we never became close pals like we are now. seeing your posts makes my day. i'm really happy we are friends.

@dragetunge - MY DEAREST KRIS. we've been through a couple rocky roads together now but we stick together. it's really nice to talk to you. you are the reason i got into httyd. so thank you for that. i wouldn't have took the time if it wasnt for you and I REALLY NEEDED TO. you are essentially the dragon enthusiast of tumblr. i mean that like. literally. when i think of dragon enthusiasts i think of you. fgckjkfg I LOVE YOU SO MUCH KRIS. i cant wait to actually show you my island on dreamlight when it is a fully decked out like yours.

@solehr - sef, i miss you. i cant wait for you to come back and see that i wrote this for you kffdjdf i cannot forget you on this list. you and nini were the first disney blogs to welcome me. thank you for being my friend and allowing me to send you that ghibli movie dkffdj it's been such a pleasure knowing you. i hope for many more memories together. :)

@swevene - DEAREST KELSEY .. my belovedddd. i love our convos even when we are busy for an extended period of time. you check on me every so often and its really an honor to consider you a friend. thank you for being there, i really appreciate it. i hope we have many more memories !!! your beast is so important to my belle, i have to tell you. <3

@oudachi - aka my favorite ark .. in all locations of your blogs .. i could tag literally all of them rn but im not going to dkfjdf we joke about how we always come back together over the years. it doesn't really ??? matter how long we don't talk bc fate brings us back. our first meeting was back in 2015 and i remember you were the realest person i had ever met on this site. that has not changed. i think that more folks should understand how brilliant you are .. not only as a writer , but as a friend. you never leave people out. i've been left out before and it's a very terrible feeling. thank you for allowing me into your circle again after a bit of time of not talking. we picked up like it was such a short time of us not chatting like we were bffs again. i can't begin to tell you how grateful i am. seeing you thrive as well OH MAN .. i love that.

@chainmemories - toma, at this point it has to be obvious but when i came back .. you were the first to show me great excitement. making a blog after an extended leave on the site is a scary thing. it is like walking into the lion's den tbh dkfjfk plus there were a ton of big changes to tumblr so i didn't know where to start. it was scary. you wrote cuphead at this time. i've grown to really love cuphead and many other things because of you. playing mario party at least weekly is such a GENUINE pleasure. you make me feel like i have a place in the community. i can't begin to tell you how grateful i am that you are here and backing me up. i also hope that you know you are this shining star of every community you go into. there is not a community you haven't touched that you haven't left your mark on. of course my precious toma is the sunshine protag lover .. but he is also the sunshine protag in my opinion. i don't take criticism. I LOVE YOU.

@ghostbustingreen - spooky, I LOVE YOU. being in the posse with toma and you has been so so wonderful. i am grateful i get to talk to you on the daily about our interests. seeing you write our fav green plumber is wonderful YES YES. every muse you capture is brilliant though. i love writing with you on multiple of your blogs. simbaaaaaaaa. P.S. i am sorry for our latest party shindig where i continued to take the star away from you. i hope you can forgive me. i really hope our group goes strong for a long time because you guys always make me feel so much better.

@dnangelic - HI FAVVVV. thanks for putting up with me changing blogs on you so many times and still deciding to follow me and look forward to my muses. we are SO BACK on haru tbh. i love writing with you. you have such a grasp on your muse and i don't even know him that well. i wish i knew MORE tbh. the things that we have written though are truly precious and i look forward to future threads. i look forward to your responses truly. thanks for being my friend and also always hyping me up.

@matryochka - i cannot forget my favorite hype queen. dottie, you and i met in dc. you decided to follow me on my other blogs and genuinely messaged me when i was inactive there saying pretty much where tf are u dfkdjkfd WHICH I LOVE THAT. i wish more people would show interest in mutuals they care about that way. im trying to recruit you into our disney princess line up . it'll happen i know it. please know i love you so much. our little conversations are everything to me.

@jokethur - jess .. my beloved. also a hype queen and someone i met in dc. i love you. we don't talk too much rn but you are forever important to me. our conversations got me through some really dark points in my life and i can't begin to say how grateful i am for that. i hope that we have many more memories of chatting. always know i am here and ready to chat. we could stop talking for months and pick up just like that. that's how strong our friendship is <333 i love you. AND GIVE DIX A KISS FOR ME.

@pearlcure - DIORRRR my beloved. being your friend is a true genuine pleasure. IT IS PREDESTINED WE MET. we write the best girls out there. good for us. i love our convos and i love how real you are about everything. your graphics, writing, everything ABOUT YOU is amazing. im grateful we are friends and i hope for many more years together !!

@story-magic - AKA ALL OF YOUR BLOGS HERE AS WELL .. but my darling sleepy. i call you sleepy. i know that you have a name but you will forever by my favorite sleepy sloth. you keep things fair for us in the game. if i ever get down on my luck in party, you try to even the odds for me. i am so so grateful to be your friend. i know i don't tell you enough over discord and the like and you leave me a bunch of cute messages to make my day, but BEING YOUR FRIEND IS A TRUE PLEASURE i've gotta tell ya. i'm really happy we are so close !!! <3 i hope for many more memories.

@0brighta - big shoutout to you, ettie. <3 i know we arent super close but you putting me in your little shoutout post made me really feel so grateful. your blog is this shining, brilliant star. i mean that. like, DANG. shine bright like a diamond. i see that people love you and there is a reason for this believe me - you are so pure. so good natured. i wish more people were like you with their mutuals. letting people know that they matter is something a lot of people do not do tbh. you do that. thank you. <3

@naru-uzumaki - NOODLES .. we are back in action after such a long time of not talking. you and i were close back in 2016 i think?? somewhere close to there. when i saw your blog pop back up in my recommended, I LITERALLY RAN TO FOLLOW because i missed you so much. you are still this positive radiant little sun on the dash .. much like your muse. i am bias absolutely but. your writing and your heart for our favorite ramen lover is such a pleasure to witness. never ever change please. <3

[ghostssweetgirl]

Ménage à trois simon ghost riley x y/n - mff threesome

A/N- I haven't seen anyone else do this so I want to give it a shot...  bc lorddd it's been on my mind for some time, but I don't know how some people will take it lol (😳) it's hot to me though 🫢but it's very out of character (last time I wrote something f x f someone got offended so i'm just saying please don't get offended like that is NOT my intention AT ALL lol idk what to say but i understand if this is not something you personally like i'm just going ahead and clearing this up before someone comments something)

CW: mff threesome, bisexual reader, established relationship, slight cuckolding? i guess? , dom Ghost, oral (m receiving, f receiving + giving), rough sex, degrading & praising, double facial ;)

WC: 4k~

It wasn't that you needed to spice it up in the bedroom with Simon, he was plenty for you and you for him; catering to each kink you were exploring and every fantasy you wanted to try out, but there was just this one you couldn't get rid of in the back of your head, and at first, you hadn't planned on saying anything about it, or even following through with it. Simon would do anything for you though, anything that makes his princess happy and pleased.

It was when you were sitting in a corner of a bar, in the middle of a conversation with your boyfriend when the thought kept creeping from the back of your mind, sticking with you as you tried to focus on what he was saying. You smiled at him lovingly, though you struggled to maintain eye contact. Your eyes wandered to this beautiful woman, whose body was created from a Goddess herself. The dress she wore hugged her curves tightly, her hips swayed as she walked to the bar, ordering a whiskey. You eyed her up and down, Simon had his head tilted at you.

"Y'alright, luv?" he asked softly, his hand sliding over to hold yours.

"Mhm," you nodded, clearly flustered. Simon knew you, though. Something was up, and he didn't know what. 

"What is it, doll?" his eyes met yours, curiously.

You blushed. There was no way you were going to say it right now. You were nervous of how'd he react to the suggestion. Something of a slight jealousy tinged in your stomach but that was the same exact thing that got you so worked up over it, wanting to try it out... and also for your own selfish pleasure. 

You nervously tapped your leg, biting your lip as you thought about how to word it. 

"C'mon, now, tell me, babe," he rasped, raising an eyebrow as you were usually up front about your wants and needs.

"Well... I guess I want to try a threesome," you muttered low enough to where only he could hear you. His Adam apple bobbed in his throat as he cleared it, unexpecting to hear what just came out of your mouth. You met his eyes nervously, the silence killed you internally. You started to explain yourself. "Y-you're more than enough, Simon, I just... want to see you with another girl."

What the fuck are you doing? Is this the right way to propose this idea?

"I only want you," he finally spoke. 

"I know that," you smirked, happy to have your man's heart, but won't he understand you just want to bring him as much pleasure as you can? "But... something about the idea... turns me on... a lot."

His eyes widened in surprise, genuinely at a loss for words. He meant it when he said he only wanted you, nothing compares to you in his eyes. He means it when he says you're perfectly made for him and only him. What kind of man would turn down this opportunity though? It was for your pleasure, too. "Is that so?" he grinned underneath his mask (yes he wears it in public). 

You giggled as you nodded your head towards the girl you had an eye on. "What do you think about her?"

He turned his head slowly, eyeing the girl. "She's pretty," he complimented as his eyes wandered over her body once more. 

Your breath fastened as you watched your boyfriend check out the girl, your core heating up and your cheeks flushing red. He took a sip of his drink, letting out a soft sigh as he shifted in his seat. "How about... I go talk to her up, hm? See how that makes you feel?" his voice lowered.

Your pupils dilate as you nod eagerly, giving him your permission. He got up slowly, taking one look over his shoulder at you as he made his way towards her. Your hands gripped the hem of your dress as you watched him set his hand down on the bar, flexing his veins and muscles as he leaned down, his head bobbed as he spoke to her. Her face lit up as she flashed a smile, eyes flickering towards your own. You quickly look down, flustered. 

You took a few more shots to calm your nerves, occasionally looking over at your boyfriend flirting with the woman. Her hand soon touched his arm, she gasped as she felt his muscles and snaked up his arm, gripping his bicep as he flexed for her. You noticed him breathing harder as he looks back at you with heavy eyes. You lick your lips as you eye him, signaling him that everything is okay. 

It wasn't long before he eventually walked her over to your table, introducing her to you. She smiled widely at you, her eyes wandered to your chest. You smirked as you introduced yourself, holding out your hand. "Y/n," you spoke confidently.

She told you hers and you guys chatted up for a while, the conversation got heated quickly as you bought her a few drinks, getting to know her. You guys talked until the bar closed, and exchanged information. You knew there was a click between you two, but you didn't want to move too fast with this. You needed just a little more time.

--

For the next two weeks, you were texting her back and forth. Simon caught you smiling at your phone often, picking on you.

"Look how red faced you get chattin' her, luv," he teased, chuckling softly. "How has it been going?"

You smiled as you made eye contact, letting him know how well you two get along, and how you guys like a lot of the same things. You proposed the fantasy to her, and she was more receptive to it than you expected. I would love to... The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't want to push it. I think you're both drop dead fkn gorgeous, even tho ur bf's masked lol, her text read.

"Also, she admitted that she noticed me before you, but was surprised when you approached her," you laughed, teasing him. "And she's... free tonight..."

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you deeply. "I love you, baby. I'm only ready if you are."

--

You got ready and sent her your address. You suck in your breath as you saw the on my way. 15 mins, text. You and Simon sat in the living room, he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs as his hand rested behind his head, the other caressed your thigh that tapped nervously, waiting for the knock on the door.

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There she is.

You smile brightly, opening the door as she walks in, hugging you tightly as she greeted you. "Hey, doll!" she giggled. "Hi, Simon..."

"Hey there," he spoke, his eyes moved in her direction. You put on a show while you cooked everyone a home cooked meal. You hummed to yourself happily in the kitchen as you plated up the food, sort of eavesdropping on their conversation. You couldn't tell exactly what, but you were pretty sure your boyfriend was telling her all of your weaknesses. You set up the table for everyone to eat. It wasn't even awkward as you all ate and talked, it was a great conversation, actually. They both flustered you as they complimented your cooking.

"Wonder what else tastes... delicious," she spoke in a low tone, eyeing you as you blushed, biting your lip at her compliment.

Simon chuckled, noticing the effect she had on you already.

"You'll find out soon, darling," you cooed.

--

The party migrated to the bedroom, where you and her sat next to each other and Simon laid across the edge of the bed, his bottle of whiskey nearby as well as the bottle of wine you were sharing. Soft pop music played from your radio lowly in the background. Simon turned the LED lights to a dark red. It was as if you and her had the same idea, as both of your hands cupped each other's face as you leaned into her lips, kissing her softly. Savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss as you sucked her bottom lip. Your hands travelled down to her waist as you groped it tightly in your hands. Simon's eyes roamed between the two of you, enjoying the sight in front of him. Seeing his girl being pleased from this point of view was... satisfying. The kiss became more heated as her hands explored your body, roaming down your chest as she squeezed your breast, earning a moan that escaped your lips. Your hands mirrored her own actions against her own body, you cupped her tit in your hand as you squeezed it tightly. Your lips broke only to catch some breath.

Simon's heart nearly dropped when he saw the way you two look at him. Both of you crawled towards him. You lifted up his mask and your lips met his first, letting him taste her as you stuck your tongue in his mouth which he greedily sucked. Her hands stroked his chest before you pulled back, you nudged him in her direction. He licked his lips, sucking in a breath before their lips locked. You couldn't help it, you were already wet. You bit your lip as each of your hands groped onto them, caressing their heads as they made out, a sticky string connected them as he pulled away to kiss you again, this time deeper. You felt his heartbeat slamming as you caressed his cheek, your fingers splayed across his neck as he crawled on top of you.

Her hands massaged your waist as you fell softly on your back, his hand traced between the valley of your breasts and wrapped around your throat, holding you down as his other hand grasped her throat, you moaned as their lips crashed. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes, a bitten lip and your hips needily bucked into the air, falling short as he laid atop of you. Their kiss broke and he looked down at you, his chest heavily rising and falling as he quickly took off his shirt, his muscles flexed before they relaxed again. You leaned up, four hands caressed his body, stroking his back, his abs, his chest, his arms. He growled as he gripped your shirt and ripped it off of you, leaning down and kissing your chest hungrily, leaving love bites in between. He squeezed both of your breasts, harshly sucking on your nipples before pulling away. She leaned down and kissed up your naval, sucking on the skin around your belly button. His hands groped her waist, stroked her sides, pulling her bottoms off as she kissed up your body, sucking on your tits. He ripped her shirt off next, pulling off of her, letting her breasts fall against your skin. She stuck her finger in your mouth which you sucked on eagerly as your body rolled into her touch. She moaned into your tit as Simon slapped her ass, sliding his hand in between her cheeks, feeling her warmth. 

"Fuckin' hell..." he rasped. She kicked off the remainder of her pants along with her underwear as she crawled on top of you. Your hands slid down her waist, meeting Simon's hand that tightly gripped the fat of her ass. His hand held yours as he massaged her ass, his clothed cock grinded against your covered heat. Not for long though, she sat up as she removed your bottoms too. She left you in your thong. She looked up at you through her lashes as she kissed up your leg, teasingly. Her hands crept up your thighs, using her nails... Simon fucking told her I like being scratched, you thought to yourself, as she finally tugged your thong down. 

Simon palmed himself through his pants, watching the way her ass spread in front of him as she buried her face in your pussy. He was quickly distracted as he heard you moan out in ecstasy, your moans making his cock ache in his pants even more. Your hand rest at the back of her head as she ate you out expertly, rolling her tongue against your clit, causing your legs to slightly quiver.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you moaned out, making eye contact with your boyfriend, that similar grin he recognizes on your face. He knows it feels good. 

Her moans vibrated into your clit as she pushed her nose into your mound, sucking as hard as she could. Simon's finger prodded at her entrance, teasing her as she whimpered into your cunt. He chuckled from behind her as he slid one finger in. "That feel good, luv?" he asked her, his other hand pushing her head deeper into you. Your mouth fell agape at the feeling, her tongue now flat as he controlled the pace of which she licked you at. She breathed heavily, her eyes looking up at you was so adorable. Simon slipped another finger in her, you watched her body jolt at the feeling. He moaned, as he continued thrusting his hand into her pussy. "That's it, good fuckin' slut... Keep eatin' that cunt... fuck," he rasped. "She's about to cum, look how well you're doin', luv..."

He knew you so well. Your back arched high off the bed, your fingers tangled with Simon's hand in her hair as your orgasm sent waves and waves of electricity through you. "Oh fuck..." you panted. She kissed up your body, laying between your legs as her ass arched into the air. You traced down her back, flipping her over. You return the favor, suckling on the sensitive spots on her neck. You lick your fingers, and softly press it to her clit. Her little moans are music to your ears. "Yeah?" you purred as you kissed down to her breast, taking a hard bud into your mouth, sucking it roughly. Your boyfriend's finger explored your folds, agonizingly slow as he pressed his thumb to your clit, chuckling as you quivered. He finally freed his aching cock, his hand pressed at the base as he jerked it, watching you kiss down her sexy body, watching you smile as you bury your face into her cunt, your tongue works fast at her clit before you suck on it. Your hands grip her hip as she bucks into your face. Simon crawls up to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he smacks his cock on her tongue. You moaned into her cunt, your own clenching around nothing as you watched her please your man... 

His head fell back, a deep groan echoed as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, her hands stroking what didn't fit. His hand rested at the crown of her head. "Ah, fuck," he hissed, his hips starting to rut back and forth, hitting her throat deeper. Her eyes watered as she struggled. "Jus' like that, good girl." 

You pressed a finger into her cunt, feeling her clench around it. She pulled off his cock with a small gasp as your fingers teased her cervix, quickly coaxing her first orgasm from her. Her hands then gripped the bedsheets as her back arched. Simon grabbed a fistful of her tit as he slapped his cock against it, watching it jiggle, jerking off as he grabbed her head and placed his cock in her mouth again, this time taking full control as he used her throat like a fleshlight, her gagging sounds filled the room as she attempted to moan. You pull back with a whimper as slobber drools onto her clit, her pussy squelched as you fingered her. Her thighs shook as you felt her clamp onto your fingers, her arousal seeped and you lapped it up, before you offered your finger to Simon. His eyes rolled back as he helped you clean off your fingers. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulling you into a rough kiss. He groped your ass as he bit your lip, savoring the taste of her arousal on your tongue. 

"You havin' fun, my sweet girl?" he grabbed your jaw, leaning down to your level, his hand reached between your legs, finding your sopping cunt that he sunk two fingers into. "So fuckin' wet, yeah? What a fuckin' whore." His finger moved faster, your arm slung around his neck as he stole another stomach-turning orgasm from you, you chanted his name as he pushed you on your back, grabbing the other girl by her neck as he placed her next to you. He then grabbed your ankles and pulled you both to the edge of the bed. "Hold your legs up. Both of you."

You both lay beneath him, holding your legs up from behind your knees, in full display for your boyfriend. You look at her already fucked-out face and smile, your lidded eyes met hers and she giggled, leaning over to kiss you. He teased his cock between the puffy lips of your cunt, collecting your slick before he pressed the tip into you. He grunted as he felt the velvety grip of your walls around his cock, one hand gripped the fat of your thigh for leverage as he fucked a few more thrusts into you, before pulling out of you with a deep growl. He fisted himself for a second before he pushed his cock between her cunt, he watched her mouth fall open in anticipation as he slowly pushed in. "Bloody hell, take it..." he muttered, holding her hips down as he set a brutal pace, slowing down shortly after. He rolled his hips into her one last time before he pulled out, switching back to you. It went on like this for several minutes, several orgasms later, the both of you a whimpering mess under him made his sadistic little heart happy. 

A stinging sensation crept in your stomach this time... as he stayed in her longer than he has before. He caged her with his arms, pressing his forehead to hers. "This cunt feels so fuckin' good wrapped around me, yeah? Such good sluts for me." You reached down, rubbing your clit as you watched his balls slap against her ass, watching the way he gropes her body, sticks his thumb in her mouth to suck while he thrusts faster. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "I'm gonna fucking cum-" she warned, but he pulled out of her right as her legs started to shake. Her body spasmed as she pouted. 

"That's too bad," Simon chuckled as he now caged you. He kissed your lips roughly, kissing down your neck as he teased his cock against your hole. You whimpered as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, finally bullying his cock fully into you. Your brows furrowed as you bit back your moans, wrapping your legs around him as he brutally rammed into you. You were becoming close, his cock was hitting your cervix just the right way....

He pulled back with a groan, something dark about it. 

"Simon, Simon, Simon, please..." you begged.

He didn't answer as he laid in the middle of the bed on his back. He tapped her thighs, instructing her to sit on his face. Leaving you to his cock. She straddles his face, her plump thighs pressed around his ears, facing you as you sank down on his length. His body tenses up at the feeling, his hands cupped your thighs as you started riding slowly at your own pace, working at your climax. You sighed out in pleasure, watching her body gyrate against his mouth, watching his jaw clench as he sucks on her clit. She tilts her head back, your hands lean forward and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and she squeals out. Her small hands grab your wrists before they snake up your arms, cupping your face as you look each other in the eye whilst you use your boyfriend for you girls' pleasure. Two moaning messes above him, both singing his name blissfully. His hands fight back and forth, taking turns groping both of your bodies. You lean into a kiss, a sloppy, heated makeout session as you both reach your highs, moaning into each other's mouths as your pussies leak slick all over your boyfriend, his deep moans now muffled into her cunt as her full weight falls onto him in her euphoric state. Your cunt pulsed around his cock, watching her get off and your boyfriend being pleasured like this proves to be too much for you as you released one last time. You gripped his thighs that clenched, as his cock twitched inside of you, signaling he was close. "On your knees," he demanded breathlessly. The both of you hurriedly got on your knees in front of him, he stood up on the bed before you two. Like the hungry cumsluts you were, you both held out your tongues, ready for his cum. He whimpered as he stroked his cock fast, taking turns placing the tip on your tongues. "Keep lookin' at me like that. God - fuck - you're both so fuckin' gorgeous, o-oh, fuck-" he gritted, the first thick rope of cum landed on her tongue, then another flew out on your face, and another on hers. He stroked every drop out, smearing it all over your faces. His mouth stayed fell open, he bit his lip as he watched you lick his release off of her face, and her do the same.

"Dirty little fuckin' minxes..." he panted, a happy grin plastered across his face.

The both of you giggled evilly, taking comfort in his now fucked-out state. 

After a little bit of rest, you and her showered together, allowing Simon some alone time in his own shower. 

--

After helping her clean herself up, and giving her a spare pair of clothes, you made her a midnight snack and showed her to the guest room, where you both got to gossip a little about Simon.

"That was definitely... the best sex I ever had," she admitted, trying to stop the blush creeping on her face.

"Trust me... it was... definitely one of our best times," you wink at her, laughing at her easily flustered state. "He's... really fucking good."

"You're a lucky woman," she smiled, turning on her side, pulling the covers up as she yawns. I smile warmly, my heart content.

"Thank you," I blushed. I know I am.

--

I met Simon in the kitchen, getting his midnight snack as well. It was silent as I grabbed my food, but as we made eye contact with each other, it felt like an even deeper connection. He walked in front of me, placing both hands on either side of me on the counter top.

He leaned down, inhaling my scent. "Do you know... how much I fuckin' love you?"

I shrug coyly. "Yeah. More than anything, right?" I wrap my arms around his chest, looking up at him.

"Damn right," he agreed, kissing the top of your head as he pulls you in a tight embrace. "Can't wait to marry you."

--

I don't know I kinda love this tbh I hope you enjoy!

[changingplumbob]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

Okay this may take a while so I'll stick it under a cut! I would just like to say, in no particular order! If there's any order it's purely by the order people show up in my following list.

I have many inspirations, everyone is so talented and unique! I will try group them somewhat or it would just be a massive list, here goes!

Long Form Stories

@eljeebee writes great stories across Sims 4 and Sims 3. If you want sims rich with lore check out Lana!

@bakersimmer Mari's Martin's Escape story has me hooked. Fleshed out characters dealing with real emotions, it's great!

@stargazer-sims speaking of lore Sapphire has tons! The way she manages to jump around in time also amazes me

@satureja13 writes amazing stuff. I can't see it anymore but you should definitely check them out

Shorter Stories

@matchalovertrait her Alegria Legacy is wholesome and beautiful, we are team Noemi here!

@slightly-ludic if you haven't met Jade's Ben Ben you are missing out. She does lovely snapshots of the globetrotter challenge, Ben is living his best life!

@marcishaun you need to read what she's constructing with "The Beauty and Her Beast" if you like Forgotten Hollow lore, it's great!

@aliengirl can I have a passport to her save because it looks beautiful and I want to meet the infant aliens!

Writing a Post at a Time

@simmerbeans beautiful sims, beautiful pictures, and a legacy challenge she made herself!

@sharona-sims the romance she has written for Lily is taking it's time which I find super sweet

@deardiaryts4 what can I say? Her sims look amazing and you should really read the new story she's doing because who doesn't like a good mystery

OhMyGosh it's so pretty

@swallowprettybird Oksana does wonderful things with colours and light

@torissims all she posts looks so comfy

@youredreamingofroo they do amazing renders!

I couldn't fit everyone, I had to make myself stick to four in each category 😭 I know I've forgotten some people by accident and all I can say is my IBS is winning today please forgive me

[crystalsnow95z]

I got 23 drafts that are only halfway finished because I just don't like them and can't bring myself to post them, so I'm going to just type without looking back and post the results. This method worked before I'll just use it again

I asked my friend to choose a number and they chose 2. That makes Yoongi our sickie.

Sickie: Yoongi with flu (emeto warning)

Caretaker: Jin and a bit of Hobi

"Everyone be careful, it's icy here.." Namjoon warns when his foot slips, using Jungkook to catch himself.

"Aiish!" Yoongi tries to quickly grab Jimin to steady himself, but both boys fall to the ground.

"Yoongi, jiminah are you okay?" Jin offers his hands to help them up, pulling Jimin to his feet.

Jimin grabs Jin's hand, but Yoongi doesn't make any move to get up. Eyes screwed shut with pain.

"Yeah, just a sore bottom.." Jimin says rubbing his bottom. "But Yoongi-hyung.. are you okay?"

"Hyung are you hurt?" Hoseok bends down to check on him, helping him sit up slowly.

"No, I'm okay..i just fell on my..back..it..just knocked the..wind out of..me..I'll be okay.." Yoongi says breathlessly, wincing when he sits up, reaching for Hoseok's out reached hand.

"Your hands are freezing hyung.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing them between his. "What happened to your gloves?"

"I couldn't find my gloves. It's just that I touched the snow when i fell.. It's fine, Hoba."

"Are you sure?" Jin asks, brushing the snow off of Yoongi's back. "You should get checked out just in case."

Yoongi checks his shoulder, rolling it back, letting out a deep breath when he doesn't make the pain worse. "I'm okay.."

"There's a little shop up ahead. We can take a rest there." Jungkook says, pointing to a cafe. "Jimin-sii is shivering and I can hear Taehyungie-hyung’s teeth chattering.."

"Sounds good.. I'm freezing too and could use a warm coffee." Jin leads Yoongi, keeping an arm around him for support.

The seven members enter the cafe together, sitting at a booth. Jimin hugs Taehyung close trying to warm the fellow 95er.

"I'll order for us." Namjoon offers, getting up.

"I'll come help you carry them." Hoseok follows Namjoon to the counter.

"Yoongi do you want to go back to the lodge after this? I'll walk back with you if you want." Jin asks,trying to warm his hands. "I don't want you pushing yourself if you're hurting.."

"I'll be okay, Hyung. I'm feeling better now." Yoongi blushes, pulling away from Jin to wipe his dripping nose. "We're already so close to the theater.. it's been forever since we watched a movie together. It's just sitting in a theater."

Namjoon returns with Hoseok to the table, passing out the cups.

"This one is Taehyungie's." Namjoon says, motioning to the one with a stirring stick inside.

"Once we warm up a bit, we should still make the movie. We did leave early in case we got lost." Yoongi sips his coffee, the hot liquid warming his insides.

"Alright. We'll leave in ten minutes.."

"Where's Yoongi?" Jin asks when he looks around the table, noticing there were only five members sitting around the table for breakfast.

"I haven't seen him all morning.. he must still be asleep." Namjoon replies. "Should we wake him?"

"He was up pretty late last night.. I'll just ask if he wants to eat. If he doesn't, we'll let him sleep a little more." Jin gets up to check on his former roommate.

"Yoongi-yah.." Jin knocks softly on the door but gets no answer. He checks the handle, opening the door a crack to peek into the room.

Yoongi was buried underneath his blankets, Jin unable to see anything except for a few fingers poking out from the corner.

"It looks like he's still asleep.." Taehyung whispers by Jin, making the older member jump.

"Aiish!" Jin covers his mouth, relaxing when he sees it's just the younger vocalist. "Vuu, you scared me.." he whispers. "Don't sneak up on me like that.."

"Sorry Hyung, I thought you heard me following you.." Taehyung apologies, lowering his head.

"Let him sleep a bit longer. We don't have any plans until this afternoon anyway." Jin ushers Taehyung back to the kitchen, unaware of the mistake he made.

Yoongi woke up a half hour later, pulling the blanket tighter around his body, a shiver running down his spine. "Mmm.." He moans softly when a ripple of pain runs across his stomach, hugging a pillow to his sore middle.

I don't feel well at all...it was just a dull ache last night..now I can't stop shaking..

Yoongi reaches for the water on the bedside table, hand trembling from the fever that plagued him. Even the slow movement made the pain worse."Hyung..." Yoongi's voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, hugging the pillow once more.

I can't do this..I'm gonna be sick..

Yoongi sits up slowly, his body aching with every movement. "Hymm.." he tries to call louder, but another wave of nausea makes his word break off into a whimper, his stomach pushing up his dinner from last night.

He clamps his hand over his mouth swallowing hard to keep the sick down. He knew if he tried to move he would just throw up all over the bed. Tears of frustration streaked his cheeks, staring at the small trash can underneath the desk.

He felt his stomach lurch up again, trying to untangle himself from the blankets, but it was too late. The sick escaped through the cracks in his fingers, gagging on the foul taste that filled his mouth.

He tried to swallow it down, but another mouthful was pushing its way up his body, becoming more than he could hold. Yoongi moved his hand away from his mouth, spraying the sick all over his blanket.

"Hyung.." Yoongi called desperately, feeling his stomach churning again. He tried to hold down the bile that rose in his throat until Jin came,but his body just wouldn't cooperate with him.

Jin rushes in the room when he hears Yoongi calling, eyes widening when he sees Yoongi throwing up. "Aiigo, Yoongi.." he scanned the room for the trashcan, quickly getting it from underneath the desk and putting it in Yoongi's lap. "It's okay..it's okay hyung is here.." he gently pulls the blanket away from Yoongi, pushing it towards the edge of the bed.

Yoongi hugs the bin to his chest, releasing another round of sick with a gag. "Hyung..." he whines softly, shaking uncontrollably.

Jin wraps his arm around Yoongi, holding him up. "I know baby, I know.. you'll feel better once it's out..don't try to fight it.." he speaks in a soothing tone, gently rubbing his other hand across Yoongi's spine. Another mouthful of bile rises up Yoongi's throat. With a proper bin and Jin by his side, he doesn't try to stop it, allowing the hot bile to fill the bin.

Jin notices Jungkook watching in the doorway. I know you want to help, but Yoongi won't want you seeing him like this.."Jungkook-ah, take care of the blanket for me." He ordered, using a stern tone to get him moving.

Jungkook folds the blanket so the Vomit is covered up by the clean sides, quickly leaving the room.

"And tell the others to stay out unless I ask for them." Jin adds, turning his attention away from his youngest dongsaeng to his oldest. Yoongi lost all the color to his face besides his bright red nose, taking in quick gasps of air between gagging. "Yoon, I know it hurts, but I need to you to take deep breaths for me okay?"

Yoongi nods, trying to take a deep breath in, wincing. "I..it hurts.. it hurts to breath.." he whines, his muscles tightening again to force up a smaller amount of bile, spitting it into the bin.

"I know baby, It's almost over, just endure it a little longer for hyung okay?" Jin wipes the tears from Yoongi's eyes with his sleeve.

Yoongi nods, dry heaving a few more times before the last bit finally comes. He sniffles wetly, leaning against Jin. "I..I'm..I'm sorry.."

Jin gets the water bottle from the table and opening it. "You have no reason to be sorry.. you called for help and that's all I expect from you. You did good.."

Yoongi goes to grab the water bottle, but Jin pulls it away. "No baby let hyung do it,you're shaking and it's still mostly full."

Yoongi lets Jin tip the water bottle by his mouth, taking in a small mouthful and swishing it around to try to get rid of the acid tang, spitting it into the bin.

"You okay, Yoongi?" Jin asks, brow furrowing with worry when he sees Yoongi spit out the water, fearful of another round when he was still recovering from the first.

Yoongi pushes the bin away from himself, feeling woozy at the smell. "I don't want it anymore.." his voice comes out hoarsely, clearing his throat.

"That's okay. I'll put it on the floor for now." Jin places it down on the floor, offering another drink to Yoongi.

Yoongi takes a few swallows of water before turning away, wrapping his arm around himself. "It's cold.." he tells Jin softly when he sees the worried expression.

"You're burning up, though, Yoon.." Jin could feel the heat radiating off of Yoongi's body, beads of sweat glimmering on his skin. "Let's get you out of that wet shirt. It should help.. can you lift up your arms for me?"

Yoongi obeys, letting Jin gently tug the shirt over his head. "Don't go.." he whispers when Jin gets off the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm just going to get you a dry shirt from your suitcase. Okay?" Jin slowly goes to the suitcase, his heart racing with anxiety to hear Yoongi being so clingy.

He usually just wants to be left alone to sleep.. How high is his fever?

He checks his pocket for his phone, sighing when he finds them empty. He gets a t-shirt from the suitcase and returns to the bed with Yoongi. "Here Yoongi, arms up one more time."

Yoongi doesn't put his arms up as high this time, exhaustion weighing him down. Jin works around it, leading his arms into the sleeves and gently getting it over his head. "There we go. Is that any warmer?"

Yoongi just gives a low groan as a reply, leaning into Jin for warmth. He was finding it harder to stay awake, his eyes closing and opening. "Tired.."

"I know, I know.. just stay up a little bit longer for me okay..? I just need you to take some medicine for your fever.. Hoba!" Jin calls for the next oldest member, Hoseok quickly coming to his call.

"Hoba, I need you to get medicine for Yoongi.. he doesn't want me to leave.." Jin brushes Yoongis hair from being plastered against his forehead, kissing the center to try to gauge how warm he was. "And a cloth and warm water please?"

"Okay, Hyung." Hoseok looks at Yoongi curled up against Jin's side, eyes unfocused and confused when he hears his voice, trying to process who entered. "He's really not well.." Hoseok frowns, quickly leaving the room.

"Yoongi, just stay up a little bit longer, okay? Hobi will be back soon, and once you take the medicine, you can sleep all you want. Just wait until then, baby." Jin runs his hand through Yoongi's hair.

Yoongi nods, leaning into his touch.

"Cute.." Jin smiles fondly, gently ruffling his hair to try to annoy him enough to make it harder to sleep.

Hoseok comes back in the room, placing the bowl of water on the side table and opening the pill bottle. "We only have Tylenol, but it'll at least help with his fever.. Jaykay and Taehyungie went to the store to get more medicine.. do you need me to call them and add anything to the list?"

"Do you want anything Yoongi?" Jin asks gently.

"Some..something warm.." Yoongi speaks slowly, Jin hardly hearing him.

"Ask them to get some ginger tea and some vitamin water just in case he can't hold down food." He gently sits Yoongi up.

Yoongi whimpers when he moves, his stomach muscles tightening painfully. "Ah..Hyung..hurts.."

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.. you can lay back down right after this.." Jin apologizes, grabbing the water bottle.

Hoseok shakes two pills out, quickly putting them on Yoongi's tongue, Jin giving him water to wash them down.

Yoongi swallows hard, the water feeling heavy in his stomach. He closes his eyes tightly,holding his stomach.

"You okay hyung? Are you going to get sick?" Hoseok asks quickly looking for the waste bin,finding it on the floor.

Yoongi shakes his head when Hoseok tries to put it by him, the smell of the sick only making him feel even worse. "Hoba..don't.."

Hoseok quickly pulls it away. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

Yoongi dry heaves, the pills trying to make their way back up. His body shakes violently, gripping Jin's shirt tightly.

Jin rubs his back, trying to comfort him. "Yoongi..if you need to throw up, you shouldn't fight it. You'll only make yourself feel worse.." he urges Yoongi, but he just shakes his head, waiting out the wave of nausea to pass.

Hoseok quickly removes the bag, replacing it with a shopping bag to see if that would help Yoongi be more willing to let it out. "I switched the bag Hyung.."

If I throw up the medicine won't work..

Yoongi shakes his head again, trying to take deep breaths to control his breathing. His muscles screamed in pain, making tears stream down his cheeks.

Hoseok froze in place, unsure on what to do to help Yoongi. "Hyung should we get a doctor..? He's really not well.."

"No.." Yoongi whines, his anxiety spiking at the thought of being alone in a hospital in a foreign country. "Please.."

"Hoseok-Ah, go and get the heating pad from my room.." Jin says softly to Hoseok, nudging him towards the door.

"R-right.." hoseok scurried out of the room.

The minute felt like hours to Yoongi, the dry heaving eventually dying down leaving him panting to try to fill his lungs that screamed for air. Jin continued to try to comfort him, rubbing his hand down Yoongi's side.

"Yoongi.." Jin wipes Yoongi's cheeks. "Are you okay baby?" He asks softly, using the wet cloth to wash the sweat from his face.

"The..the..ah..smell.." Yoongi tries to explain what happened, but his mind was fuzzy with fever, struggling to gather his thoughts.

"It's okay. Hobi took care of it baby.. don't try to talk..just rest for now, okay? Im going to try to bring down your fever.. I'm not going anywhere okay? I just want to bring the water bowl closer.." Jin speaks slowly, gently moving Yoongi with him, stretching his arm out to reach the bowl.

"Mm.." Yoongi wraps his arms around Jin when he feels him moving. Every centimeter of movement makes his body ache. "Hyung.."

"I know. I know, I'll be quick okay?" Jin places the bowl on the bed, gently wetting the cloth again, gliding it across Yoongi's arm.

"It's cold.." Yoongi whispers, pulling away from him with a wince. "No.." he coughs out the word.

"Yoongi, please, just endure it for me, okay? Once you cool down a bit, you can have heat to help with the pain, okay?" Jin wasn't sure if his words were getting through Yoongi, his eyes glassy with fever looking at something Jin couldn't see.

Hoseok comes back into the room with the heat pad, relaxing when he sees Yoongi falling asleep. "I found it hyung.. how is he?"

"He's really out of it, but i have it under control. if his fever doesn't go down within the hour, we'll try to give him a bath..if that doesn't work, then we'll get a professional." Jin tries to keep his voice steady, not wanting to worry Hoseok.

"Do you want me to do it for you? It must be hard with him on your chest." Hoseok offers, wanting to do anything to help.

Jin gives him the washcloth. "Don't move him, though.."

Hoseok nods, taking it and gently washing Yoongi, his heart tightening when Yoongi coughs. "He's coughing now..?"

"I think it's just his throat being sore from throwing up, but if the kids bring back medicine for cold and flu it'll help with coughs too.." Jin kisses Yoongi's forehead, feeling the heat on his lips. "He's cooled down a bit from earlier.."

"You can tell that with a kiss?" Hoseok questions with amazement. "Woah,you really are like the mom of bangtan."

Jin smiles for a moment, hugging Yoongi a bit closer. "You guys are all my babies. I have to pick up some skills to be able to handle you kids. He'll be fine with medicine and rest.."

Yoongi got a few hours of sleep before his mind riddled him with fever dreams. His breath picks up, his heart racing wildly as his old memories flood his mind.

"Yoongi hyung.." Hoseok gently rubs his hand across Yoongi's chest, trying to wake him without shaking him. "It's okay, it's okay.. it was only a dream.."

Yoongi's eyes fly open, his eyes darting to take in the room, not recognizing the room he was in. "Hyung..Hyungie.."

"Shh..shhn it's okay, he went to eat.. I'm here.. it's okay.. I got you.." Hoseok runs his hand down Yoongi's back, gently scratching his back. I have to calm him down, his fever will rise again..

"I don't want u-us to dis-disband.." Yoongi sniffles, hiccuping between words, hugging Hoseok close. "I want us to-to stay together."

"Oh Yoongi, I'm not going anywhere.. that's in the past hyung. Everyone is happy as seven.. those days are in the past.." Hoseok hugs him back, rubbing his hand across his back. "Don't cry..you'll make me cry.."

"I..i.."Yoongi whimpers, unable to stop the tears from flowing."wan..ev...ry..." His sobs make his speech choppy and inaudible.

"I can't understand you Hyungie, you need to breathe.." Hoseok tries to keep calm, but seeing Yoongi so distraught made his stomach drop.

Yoongi takes a few deep shaky breaths before trying again."The..the..others..i..I want to.." His voice breaks off in a cough, but it was enough for Hoseok to know what he wanted.

"I'll get them for you, okay? Let me just text the group chat okay?" Hoseok gently moves Yoongi to get his phone from his pocket.

Yoongi hyung had a bad dream.. come here..

Hoseok sends a quick message, turning to Yoongi. "Hyung are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts.." Yoongi groans softly when Hoseok moves, wrapping his arm around his middle.

"Do you think you'll be sick?" Hoseok asks with a worried expression.

Yoongi shakes his head, perking up when he sees the younger members flood into the room.

"Hyung do you want a hug?" Taehyung asks, holding out his arms, surprised when Yoongi wraps around him, squeezing the breath out of him.

"It's okay Hyung. I'm not going anywhere.." Taehyung says breathlessly, hugging him back. "No one is."

"I want a hug too." Jungkook holds out his arms, pulling Yoongi close to him.

"Jungkook-ah.. are you okay? You sound weird.." Yoongi asks, worrying about his youngest member.

"Yeah..I'm fine, I just..uh..got a bit emotional.." Jungkook blushes in embarrassment when Yoongi looks at him closer, noticing his puffy red eyes.

"Don't cry over me.. I'll be fine..I'm just..not feeling well.." Yoongi says softly.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat on the bed.

"My..my..sides burn when I breathe..but..I'm not as cold as before.. so I'm doing a bit better.."

"I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..I can turn on the heating pad, it should help." Jungkook reaches over to it, placing it on Yoongi's stomach and putting the setting on low.

"Have..have you guys been here all day..?" Yoongi asks softly, remembering that they were supposed to go skiing.

"Don't worry about that, Hyung. It's been snowing too much to go." Jimin reassures him. "We've been playing games. Staff made us a game room."

Jin enters the room again, sitting with the others. "Me and Jimin made you some Jook.. do you think you could eat a little?"

The thought of food made his stomach churn. "I'm not hu..ngry.." Yoongi coughs, reaching for the water.

"It's okay, Yoongi-hyung.. You don't have to eat.." Hoseok gets the vitamin water, handing it to Yoongi. "We'll get you feeling better soon, then we can enjoy our trip together."

"Thanks everyone.." Yoongi takes a sip of water, smiling fondly at his members who gathered around him.