#sorry i didn’t do much with other characters

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Rush Hour

Hey hey! This weekend (Jan 25-26) I’m going to be playing drabble roulette! I’ve curated a list of characters and prompts and I’m spinning the wheel!

Character: Bucky Barnes

Prompt: a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 

Warnings: this drabble includes deceit and dark elements, along with social anxiety. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

You’re lost. You didn’t even want to come in the first place. The mall is a circus of lights and noise and strangers. 

You spin in the sea of shoppers that fill the food court. The smell of food competes in your nose; the strong undercurrent of cinnamon at war with the soy sauce radiating from the noodle kiosk. You clasp onto the sides of your cable knit sweater and stumble as you’re nearly run over by a mother and her stroller. 

You excuse yourself as you step out of her way and receive only a sneer in return. You’re trying to stay out of the way but everywhere you turn, there’s a person or a table or a garbage can overflowing with wrappers. 

You back yourself against one of the tall chair along the curved table across from the popular chain coffee booth. You flick your thumb against the loop on your dyed jeans and try to catch your breath. There’s a map just on the other side of the dining area. 

You peer around as you try to plot a path through. Just do it. You set your arms straight and march forward between the tables. You sweep around as a man with a tray steps ahead of you and continue down the other side. You make a stunted zigzag across the food court toward the beacon of the touch screen map. 

You stop short as a group of middle-aged women butt in and tap it first. The squabble over where to go first as the search bar waits for input. You bounce on your feet impatiently. You take out your phone to text Melody. She’s likely at Sephora, you just need to figure out where that is. 

You key in your message, ‘where are you?’ 

You just asked her to wait while you used the bathroom. That’s it. She couldn’t even do that. She’s too obsessed with taking pictures in all the wall mirrors and trying on everything, even things you can’t afford. 

You wouldn’t be there if your cousin wasn’t getting married. If she didn’t insist on a colour-code. It’s too much. Too fussy. Why can’t you just wear the same old blue dress you always do. It’s not ugly. Simple. Does the trick. 

She doesn’t answer. Not right away. You lower your phone and look up. The women continue to titter before the screen, zooming out on the mask and gasping as they try to figure out where to go. Another argument ensues. 

You’re once more nudged by a passing a shopper. They snarl at you to watch out and you shrink down as you look at your phone again. You can look up the map on the mall website. You’re not very good with maps. The touchscreen will at least tell you where you are. Can they just go find the department store and move? 

You finally find a PDF of the map and spread your fingers to expand. You don’t know where any of these stores are. You check the date in the corner. This is from before the renovations. Ugh. 

You flip back to the conversation with your sister and send a single question mark. Get off your damn Snap and answer. Please. Your nose tingles as your panic swells. You just want to get out of here. You’re going to cry if people don’t stop! 

“Excuse me,” the low timbre makes you flinch and you back away from the man who stands next to you.  

You make yourself as small as you can. “I’m in your way, I’m sorry.�� 

“Hm? No, I... I was passing by and you... you look lost. Not to be nosy.” You make yourself look at him, not wanting to be rude. He’s a stranger but he seems helpful. And his eyes are so blue. 

You frown. Is it that obvious that you’re entirely clueless. You shrug, then nod, the drop your chin in defeat. “A little,” you confess. 

“It’s a zoo in here,” he says. “What’re you looking for?” 

“Um,” you hesitate and wet your lips. You peer around. “I don’t know. My sister... hasn’t answered.” 

“Ah, you know, the lump I walked in with went and disappeared too. Said he was grabbing a pretzel but I can’t find him either,” he sniffs and grips his hips in displeasure. “Hate these places.” 

“Me too,” you murmur as you glance down at his leather gloves. It’s not that cold out but you don’t mention it. 

“Marnie, no. Not that way,” one of the older women squalls and taps the screen furiously. 

“Ahem,” the man beside you clears his throat, “she’s waiting for her turn. She’s been waiting.” 

“Excuse you. We have every right to use this map,” a woman faces him with bluster. “So wait your turn.” 

“It’s up that corridor and to the left,” he points. 

“Aren’t you rude?” Another squawks. 

“I’m helping,” he utters dully. “Hey, uh,” he turns to you, “how about we go find another map? Think they might’ve broke this one anyway.” 

“We did not--” 

“Have a good day, ladies,” he gestures you away. You eagerly accept the escape. You don’t like confrontation. 

“There’s one down at the popcorn place,” he says. “I just passed it before Sam ran off.” 

“Sam? It that... a friend?” You wonder. 

“Sure, you can call him that. You said you’re here with your sister?” He guides you away from the lunchtime rush. 

“Yeah. I gotta... get a dress for a wedding. Something pink.” 

“Pink, ah. You’re favourite colour?” 

“Not really.” 

“Ah, right. Big wedding? Doesn’t sound like it’s yours.” 

“No, my cousin,” you explain. 

“Right,” he nods. 

“You probably don’t care.” 

“What makes you think I don’t?” He asks. 

“Well... you don’t know me.” 

“I guess not,” he stops at the map and faces you, “I’m Bucky.” 

“Oh, uh...” you introduce yourself. 

You look at him dumbly, unsure how to proceed. He coughs behind his gloved fist and his brows flick. “So, did your sister answer yet?” 

“Oh, yeah, well...” you check your phone. “I don’t wanna waste any more of your time so I’ll just use this map and figure it out.” 

“Not wasting my time,” he assures. “But if you’re trying to get me to go away, noted.” 

“No, I... no, I’m not. I just...” your phone vibrates and you cringe. You check the screen. “She’s at Therese’s?” 

You turn and tap the screen, typing on the large keyboard. You tap the magnifying glass and the map generates. You hover your finger over the marker that shows where you are then along the highlighted route. 

“That’s all the way on the other side,” he says. 

“Yeah...” you drone. 

“I don’t mind showing you. I came from that way.” 

“No, oh, no. I can’t.” 

“I might run into my buddy,” he shrugs. “You know, lotta people stare when I’m wandering on my own... so you’d be doing me a favour.” 

“I guess... I owe you.” 

His lips curve, just a little, and his cheeks dimple under his dark beard. “Down here then loop around. Won’t have to go back through the food court.” 

You follow him. Your own sense of direction would have you circling for hours. He takes you past the game shop and the organic food place you’ve never been too. You turn down the next corridor, it’s mostly empty. 

“So,” he begins, “you get a plus one to the wedding?” 

“Um, no, I don’t think--” 

As you pass by one of the hallways marked for employees only, he elbows you and you stagger sideways. You’re thrown off balance and hit the wall. He’s so fast you have no time to react. He grips the back of your neck and covers your mouth as he drags you down the hall. 

Your soles bounce off the floor as you flail your arms helplessly. What is he doing? He pinches your nape until your eyes water. 

He shoves you against a door and twists the handle. The metal cracks in his grip and the lock gives to his brute force. He hauls you inside and flips you around against the inside of the door. 

“Doll,” he growls through the dark. “You’re gonna wanna be real quiet for me.” 

He keeps his hand on your mouth, the leather sticking to your lips, and he shifts around. You can’t see much in the tight closet. He closes something around your wrist and you squeak. He hushes you and presses his palm flush to your nose. 

“Hands behind your back for me,” he growls. 

You wriggle and he pushes your head into the door until it throbs. 

“Now.” 

You obey. He reaches behind you and another loop closes around your other wrist. Like a magnet, your hands are wrenched together and lock into place. How did he do that? 

He’s silent as he peels his hand back only to quickly smother you with the other. You feel something cool spread over your lips and insert between your teeth, locking your jaw in place. You quake and kick out. 

He grabs your shoulders and puts them straight. He hisses, “one more time and that’s it.” 

You snivel and stop. He bends and another weight secures your ankles. Ensnared, he leaves you against the wall and backs away. Your tears overflow as you blink into the dim. 

The rustle of fabric and the scuff of his boots undercut the tension. He comes back to you and moves you. He angles you around blindly and lifts you. He forces you into something. You don’t know what it is, only that you’re stuffed down into it, bent up into the confined. Something falls over you, light but enough to bury you further in darkness. 

He wheels you around and the motion makes you dizzy. He opens the door and pushes you out into the light. You peer up at him between the crumpled paper and cans, frightened and restrained, from within the rolling garbage bin.  

His hair is pulled back into a low pony beneath a grey ballcap that matches his janitor’s shirt. He keeps his eyes ahead of him as he pushes you, casually turning out into the mall corridor. He doesn’t flinch as other shoppers pass by, unable to see you beneath the rubbish. 

“Now, doll, don’t you be thinking of trying anything...” he mutters as he keeps his eyes ahead of him. “Those cuffs can only get tighter.” 

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“3 words, 8 letters. I mean it” - J.JK - Mini (M)

Pairings : j.jk x fem! Reader

Genre : situationship, smut, slight fluff.

Contents : chuckblair inspired, limo sx, gossip girl parties setting, unprotected sex (yk what to do babes), riding, praisekink, comparing, big c!jk, slight public sex, not proofread, lemme know what i missed!

Notes : don’t expect too much yall. I’m trying a new writing style. The one that’s not too detailed that i write about everything but the character😭 tell me what you think about this? Should i make more smut? Idk i think i’m bad at smut, i’m more better at fluff and romantic stuff but i just wanted to try this. Xoxo gossip girl💋💋 Ive been watching the show and i love itt!! I love chuck and blair and i think i will def write more inspired by them. I loved the “3 words, 8 letters” line. It’s my favourite tbh.

“I knew you had a type…” his voice trails behind me. I didn’t bother to move or to face him but to just stay still and silent, silently enjoying his touch, the way his touch felt like warmth to my cold like skin, the way the world stops, and everythingstops once he touches me.

“I missed you.”

After Jungkook suddenly left me in Paris without saying a word during our vacation together, I was shattered. One minute, everything felt perfect. the Eiffel Tower lighting up the night sky, his laughter filling my heart with happiness as we explored and the next, the right side of my bed was gone . Broken, sad, left, and helpless. I spent the four remaining days locked away in the hotel room we had booked together.

At the airport, sitting alone in business class, I tried to distract myself, to feel anything other than the suffocating pain that clung to me. That’s when a man approached me. At first, I didn’t want to look at him, but when I did, I felt a sharp ache in my chest. His sleeve tattoos, the undercut, the piercings. it all felt too familiar, too much like him.

When I learned he lived in the same city as me, I impulsively invited him to my upcoming party. I told myself it was a distraction, a way to move on. Maybe even a chance to prove to myself that I didn’t need Jungkook anymore.

I thought that was the end of us. I truly did.

Until now.

“You left me… alone in a country whose people I don’t even know,” my eyes keep shut, trying hard not to let a tear out.

“I’m sorry, honey… let me make it up to you?”

“I have Ian now, Jungkook,” I try to keep my tone straight.

“No, you won’t,” he chuckles deeply. “You’re only with him to replace the missing presence that you can’t live without.” His hands trail around my jawline. “And that is me”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it,” his tone changes into a soft one, one that I only hear when he wakes up to me wrapped up in his arms, one when he starts talking about our future together, together.

“Three words, eight letters. Let’s get out of here,” I say, grabbing his hand, intertwining with mine, his smile widening.

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The limo driver’s voice, distant and polite, asked, “Your place, Ms.?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, breathless already, my response barely audible as Jungkook’s lips crashed into mine. The kiss was firm yet full of emotion, like he’d been starving for days…… He starved for my taste

My breath hitched as Jungkook pulled me into his lap, his large hands gripping my waist. all I could manage was a soft hum, barely audible, as I reached blindly for the button to raise the divider.

The divider hummed as it rises, It being the only thing keeping the driver from seeing us do the deed in the back of the limo, leaving only us in the together in the backseat. His tongue parted my lips, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed over my thighs, hiking my dress higher until it was bunched around my hips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my lips, his voice low and strained. “I fucking missed you, my pretty girl”

I gasped as he tugged my panties aside, his fingers grazing the slick heat of my core. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine as his fingers teased me, gathering the wetness and spreading it over my entrance. “You’ve been missing me too huh?”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, unable to answer him as my hips bucked against his hand.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips curving into a small, cocky smirk. His hands gripped my hips as he leaned back slightly, guiding me to straddle him completely. “Come here, baby. Let me feel you.”

I reached between us, freeing him from his pants. He was already hard, his cock thick and pulsing in my hand, and the deep groan that rumbled in his chest as I stroked him sent a wave of heat coursing through me.

“Don’t tease me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his hands tightening on my thighs. “You know I can’t wait.”

I positioned myself over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was overwhelming, my body trembling as he filled me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the seat as his hands gripped my waist. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. You feel so good.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders, rocking my hips slightly to adjust to the fullness. “Jungkook,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “You’re so deep.”

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands moving to guide me as I began to move. “Good girl. Take me just like that. You’re doing so good.”

The praise sent a shiver down my spine, and I picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap, riding him with a desperation that matched his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, mingling with our moans and the occasional broken gasp of my name from his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained as his hands gripped my hips tightly, helping me move faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it. You’re so fucking perfect. So good to me.”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built low in my belly. “I-I’m close.”

“Me too,” he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet mine as his pace turned erratic. His dark eyes locked on mine, his voice soft but commanding. “Milk me, baby. Let me feel you. I’ll fill you up, yeah?”

“Yes,” I cried out, my voice desperate. “Fill me up, Jungkook. Please. I want it. I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on me tightening as he slammed into me one last time, holding me down as his release hit. “That’s it, baby. Milk me. Fuck, you’re so good.”

The sensation of him filling me sent me over the edge, my body clenching around him as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. I cried out his name, my movements faltering as he held me close, his lips pressing against my neck as we both trembled through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other. His hands stroked my back, his lips brushing softly against my shoulder as he whispered, “three words, eight letters. I mean it.”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it more.” I murmured, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him, my heart racing as the limo drove us to my house.

[gnstay]

To Love Again

Summary: Namgyu joined the deadly Squid Game to pay off debts and win back his ex-fiancée, Y/N, only to find she’s also a participant. Amid the danger, they confront their past, and love again.

Warnings: Substance abuse, stealing & betrayal, emotional conflict, cussing, angst, fluff (?) etc!

Characters: Namgyu x GN! Reader *Y/N*

Now Playing… Motel Whore - Nessa Barrett

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Namgyu, a struggling club promoter buried in debt after years of failed gigs and poor decisions, is desperate to turn his life around. He needs the money, after all—he’d spent most of it on drugs and alcohol. But that wasn’t the only thing on his mind. Even with his financial problems weighing heavily on him, they didn’t compare to how much he thought of you. Namgyu joined the games to win, to return with enough money to provide the comfort and luxuries you both wanted—and so desperately needed. However, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. After all, you were his ex-fiancée.

When Namgyu was invited to join the Squid Game with the promise of an enormous cash prize, he saw it as his only chance at redemption.

As Namgyu navigated through the brutal games, he was shocked to discover you were also a participant. Driven by your own financial troubles after the engagement was called off, you had found yourself here, just as desperate. Determined to win you back, Namgyu threw himself into dangerous situations to protect you, often clumsily flirting in the midst of life-threatening chaos. Despite your history and the emotional scars from the broken engagement, it soon became clear that you both still loved each other while fighting to survive together.

It was difficult to repress your feelings for Namgyu. You avoided his eyes, his flirting, and any other advances he made. You wanted nothing to do with him at first. He had stolen money from you multiple times before to feed his addiction to drugs and alcohol. The final straw came when you caught him stealing for the third time. You had thought you were marrying a good, caring man, someone who only had eyes for you. Instead, his real love had been drugs.

Sure, during your relationship with Namgyu, you had known about his drug use. You both weren’t perfect, but your relationship wasn’t miserable, and it still wasn’t without its cracks. You had trusted and cared for him so much, even when he tried to push you away. But when you discovered he had stolen from you—not just once, but multiple times—you called off the engagement in hurt and betrayal.

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Three Months Ago:

Y/N: I can’t believe you, Namgyu.

Namgyu: What are you talking about?!

Y/N: Don’t play stupid with me! The money I had in my account—it’s all gone. I can’t believe you stole from me.

Namgyu: What the hell are you talking about?

Y/N: Don’t even begin to lie to me. I already know the truth.

Namgyu: I- I.. was going to return it! I just needed it for a little while.

Y/N: ‘You were going to return it’? That’s your excuse, Namgyu? I know this isn’t the first time you’ve stolen from me, too.

Namgyu: … I needed it for drugs, okay?

Y/N: Are you serious? So your solution was to steal from me? From the person who trusted and loves you the most? I’m your fiancée, for fuck’s sake!

Namgyu: I wasn’t trying to hurt you… It’s just—look, I can fix this—

Y/N: ‘Fix this’? By lying to me and stealing my money? That’s your idea of fixing things?

Namgyu: I messed up, okay? I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.

Y/N: Sorry isn’t enough, Namgyu. You’ve broken something between us, and I don’t think it can be fixed.

Namgyu: Please don’t do this… I lo—

Y/N: I’m done, Namgyu. I’ve always supported you, and this is the thanks I get? If you think I’m going to handle any more of your crap, take your ring back.

Namgyu: Baby, please… wait, please—

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Present:

In the end, against all odds, you both survived the games. When the final votes added up to “X,” the players sighed in relief. You sat on your bed, eating your last meal, when Namgyu approached with a nervous chuckle.

Namgyu: You know, this whole ‘life-or-death’ thing really makes you rethink your priorities. I… I’ve been thinking about us.

Y/N: Namgyu, don’t start. This isn’t the time for your romantic speeches.

Namgyu: I’m serious, Y/N. I know I screwed up. I was selfish, irresponsible, and… I took you for granted. But seeing you here, fighting through all this—Y/N, you’re everything I wanted to be but never could. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But I still—

Y/N: Namgyu, stop saying you don’t deserve me. I’m not some perfect saint. I made mistakes, too. I wanted you to succeed so badly I didn’t see how much pressure I put on you. But… I never stopped loving you.

Namgyu: You… never stopped loving me?

Y/N: No, you idiot. I just didn’t know how to deal with the pain when we fell apart. But now… seeing you here, risking everything—risking yourself—I see the man I fell in love with again.

Namgyu: Really? Are you saying there’s still hope for us?

Y/N: We made it out alive, yeah? We’ll figure it out.. together this time.

Namgyu: I promise, Y/N. When we get out of here, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. No more running away. No more excuses.

Y/N: And no more drugs! But let’s wait a while before getting engaged again. We’ll get through this, Namgyu. Together.

Hand in hand, you left the game arena with a newfound understanding of love and resilience.

Years later, after rebuilding your lives together, Namgyu surprised you with a heartfelt proposal—this time ready to face life’s challenges as a team. You said yes! And your love story became one of hope and love again.

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Note: Hi everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfic like this, and I’m still figuring out how to use Tumblr. I’d love to create a masterlist, but I’m not sure how to do that just yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little story! Feel free to follow me on TikTok for more content. Thank you! ♡︎

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Self Aware! Rafayel x Unaware! Player

Can you guess which other game character this is inspired by? I will be doing a series for each of the LADS boys being self aware. A little angsty, once again. It will hopefully become clear, but this is a story about Rafayel, your favorite LI, becoming self aware, and eventually being replaced by Caleb. I just picked Caleb bc he just released, but Sylus or any LI released after start would work. Hope you enjoy! I'll prolly do a part 2. A bit long, sorry!

Self Aware! Rafayel who becomes aware slowly but surely. Rather than an instant moment of understanding, he begins to recognize new things in his world, things he didn’t understand before. Things seem… out of order. Time is disjointed, his senses thrown into a black void just as often as he is alive. 

Self Aware! Rafayel realizes he is a game character long before he ever becomes aware of you. His existence seems to dull with each passing day before he meets you. His life, his suffering, his love… none of its real. He realizes that he is pre programmed into a virtual reality. But he wonders, why? And why does he feel a sort of… presence? 

Self Aware! Rafayel who feels the presence everywhere. In his battles with his… lover? (is she still? Does he even want her to be? Rafayel doesn’t know. Even she seems fake now) There is an unknowing force watching him. Despite the oddity of it, Rafayel isn’t alarmed by it. If anything, it’s comforting. Warm. It feels like his first hug after a life of being touch starved. 

Self Aware! Rafayel becomes addicted to the presence. Comforted by the ever watching force. He looks forward to his limited interactions with it in that cafe everyday. His dulled world begins to spill with color. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who one day sees… you. You’re the presence that’s been there for what seems like years, the only thing allowing sunshine to pour into Rafayel’s darkened world. He preens under your attention, feeling like a deep sea fish seeing the light for the first time. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who finally realizes his world is a dating game. It's a bit of a shock, but a surprising comfort. You had become his everything before he was even aware who you were, and being able to actually see you everyday has only deepened his feelings. So, learning that you joined this game to date the characters, and that he is your main focus is a relief. He feels requited. You care about him just as much as he does you (maybe not quite as much, he realizes. Currently, you are his only tether to realness, and are still unaware of his awareness or his feelings. But, it won’t be like that for much longer). 

Self Aware! Rafayel who is aware of the other male love interests, but doesn’t pay them much of a mind besides the occasional twinge of jealousy. After all, you only complete their events out of a sense of obligation. But he is your focus. You pull for his cards, spend your in game currency on his outfits, and have him accompany you for card games and plushie hunting. It’s clear to him, he is your favorite. And he hopes that when he makes you aware of his presence too, that your favoritism will turn into something more. So, in response to those other boys, all he does is give you a pout the next time you visit him in your cafe. But, seeing your smile in his presence makes the painter’s grumpy mood vanish quickly. He loves your smile, direct just at him; teasing, joking, and flirting all the time just to see it whenever he wants. Yeah. He needs to see that smile more often.

Self Aware! Rafayel who wants everything to be perfect for when he confesses. He’s been picking up some coding skills on the side, trying to keep it hidden from you as he carves out a small place in his world just for you to. The perfect place by the beach, with the perfect light. The perfect gift (a painting of you), the perfect words to say to make you understand the depth of his sentience and of his love. His perfect moment. He’s worried he might spoil it accidentally though, with the extra attention he’s been lavishing on you. You’re just so cute, that every time you cheer after the two of you win a battle together he can’t help but laugh along. He’s a little tired of waiting, but he still wants everything to be perfect. He just hopes you can chalk up your excellent luck pulling cards and his extra smiles to a new game mechanic. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who is vaguely aware of the announcement of a new male love interest. Colin? Or maybe Cade? Who cares? Rafayel’s been your favorite since launch. Truly, he doesn’t pay too much attention. He’s too focused on making his confession to you just perfect. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who starts paying attention when he hears it come from your mouth. 

“Caleb is almost here!” You say, cheerily. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who feels his heart clench a little. Now he begins to remember the details clearly. Caleb. Thats his name. The jealousy he feels is a bit more papabile than it has been before with the other boys, feeling like a heavy stone pulling his heart down into a dark ocean. He remembers you playing that chapter with that… man… in it a couple times, but he dismissed it as you trying to better understand the story. He knows it's not because you want to see that guy. Is it? 

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Self Aware! Rafayel who doesn't realize how black everything has been until he’s let out into the light again. How long has it been? He feels his body physically react when he checks your phone’s internal clock and realizes a month has passed. His world had become dull again without you at least visiting him; fake, and flat and just black. It scares him for two reasons. The first, that without you he might stop being aware, stop existing as he is now. He might start being like the other nothings that populate his world without you, pre programmed to run in circles. It terrifies him. And the second, that something might have happened to you in the time you were away from him. He is even more scared that something in your large and expansive reality might be able to harm you. With his dulled senses, he hasn’t felt your presence visiting him at all in the past month (that went by all too fast to him. Add that to his growing list of things that will keep him up at night.)

Self Aware! Rafayel who is scared now for an entirely different reason. He manages to use his coding skills in the brief time period where you are visiting to tether himself to the game outright. At least it will be harder now to pull him away from you. Even if you stop visiting, he’ll be aware. But with that, comes an even worse realization. You’d been here, actually. In the game, playing as usual. Just not with him. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who wants to cry and shout all at once. Who the hell is this Caleb, and how dare he take you from him (he tries to push down the feeling that you have betrayed him as well. He doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole of resenting the only thing that makes him feel alive). So, instead he blames this… usurper, who has stolen your love, your light, your attention away from him. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who has a plan to get your attention back. Screw the perfect moment. He just needs to confess the next time he sees you. You’ll throw away apple boy the second you realize you have a sentient fishie who loves you more than anything. 

Self Aware! Rafayel begins to slowly realize a couple of harrowing things. The first, that you haven’t visited him in a long time. The last time you did, his first gasp of air in over a month, seemed to be irregular, if not a fluke entirely. You were too focused on Caleb (the name still sickens him to think about) to spend anytime with him anymore. Who knows if you would even give him the chance to confess. The second, even more harrowing thought. Was it your attention, your love, that brought him sentience? If so, could that same awareness be brought to another? Would Rafayel’s competition soon extend to another man who knew of your existence just as he did? The third, that it might not even matter for him or the “colonel” either. You had discarded and neglected Rafayel so easily when a new shiny toy came into your view. Did you even see him as real? Would you ever? Were you even capable of that? 

Self Aware! Rafayel chose to push that thought down deep. He would cross that bridge when he got to it. No, he should deal with the problem at hand. Caleb. Just the very thought of him made fire burn in Rafayel’s veins and a sting like salt water in his throat. At the very least, he should deal with this so-called replacement. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who knows deep in his soul, in the very essence of his being that you love him. You’ve just been… distracted. Tempted. Lured. But Rafayel knows about luring also. He is a siren, a vision of seduction and temptation. Colonel apple can’t compare. Rafayel will use very weapon in his arsenal. His newly acquired coding skills will force you to see him, force you to let him win your love back. He’ll shower you with gifts, with digital seashells, in game currency, and his sweet words. He’ll hold off on confessing, just until his competition is not even a memory in your mind. 

Self Aware! Rafayel decides that even if that fails, he has other ways of convincing you to his side. He wonders what would happen if he were to alter the game code, to make Caleb repulsive to you, or even better, gone (the thought of messing with the game code, with the very essence of the world does still make him a bit queasy. Perhaps that will be his last resort). Instead, he wonders what would happen if he decided to find Caleb in his world. Maybe a recreation of a certain explosion might be in order, certain to actually find it’s target this time. 

Self Aware! Rafayel who is becoming desperate. He’s willing to do anything. Even if it means removing all other obstacles by any means necessary. You will love him again. 

After all, why wouldn’t you? With no one else but him and you, everything will be just as it should be. 

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - There's 3 Good Shows Holding a Ton of BL Cr*p on their Shoulders

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - So darn adorable1 I love the whole shopping trip thing: Mom out with the gay boys is great.

GIVE ME MOAR OF LEE AND HIS PHI. Pretty please?

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - I love the way Thame is basically like, in my head we are totally dating and acts that way with Po. Yet he hasn't actually discussed it with the poor man. Thame is such a pouty babygirl. Jun is a little shit. All in all, this installment was a little slow but I remain charmed. 

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - I’m actually quite enjoying this. I really do just wanna spend most of my time with this pair watching them kiss (please don't make Noeul act mmm'kay?). So I’m really glad we’re on episode three and the show seems invested in supplying us with kisses already. Thank goodness.  

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - mostly I just feel sorry for Fadel. boy is so tired of everybody else’s gay drama queening. 

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 13 of 24 - I actually like how they are portraying Yotha’s character in this (with relation to his mother). It’s pretty authentic to that kind of situation and personality type, I enjoy that. I also like that Wa dumped Klao for being too jealous. good healthy decision, should have stayed that way.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 4 of 10 - it just keeps moving through absurdist and ridiculous to gratuitously sexual to mind numbingly dull. I never know where I am with this show. At least it’s not boring... until it so much is. Also my cancer danger signaling is going off hard core. Beware.

I'm like one of those dogs that can sense and epileptic fit, only for death in BL.

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 1 or 10 - Star hunter is back this time with terrible facial hair. I’m putting it on the no fly list right up there with wigs. Apparently Thailand and fake hair are mutually exclusive. The lead ingenue looks a little bit like Yim, and I think they mean to give him a similar personality to Yim’s usual characters, but frankly I found him insipid, dim, and boring. Literally every other surrounding character and couple-to-be is more interesting than the mains. The linguistic bit was cute tho. 

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - heavy sigh.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 17 end? - supposedly still coming

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 2-3 of 10 - I’m enjoying these second 2 eps a lot better than the first ep. It’s leaning into the premise and I like a quazi Cyrano de Bergerac thing. It’s got that chewy Japanese “who knows where this is going?” seasoning. But one thing we can be sure of is Japan can always veer sideways given the right pothole. Or should I say plothole? Anygay, I like the way they’re different with each other via text than in person, I like that we’ve already had some language discussion and negotiation, I like the cool banter between these men. And they are men. I like how very adult this is. I’m interested to see where it’s going. Color me suitably intrigued, in a refined manner.

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 7 of 12 - Ooo I love the side couple!!!! They are soooooo cute. Kissing to seal a debt? Adorable. Also, yes please keep Ever 4 shirtless forever. I applaud his design, functionality, ans aesthetic choice. Rah rah rah. More manual labor in BL! Pun intended.

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 3 of 9 - I like the secondary couple a lot more than the primary. Shocker.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 16 of ?? - I bit the bullet and finally watched the 2 parts. It really did not need to occupy that much of my time. I did watch it on 1.5, which is not normally what I do with foreign language shows, but I’ve lost patience with this damn thing. I didn’t actually mind the student teacher side pairing, I didn’t like it either. I thought this was the final episode, and then I saw that there was an 2 part ep 17 announced. So i guess not. Have mercy.

Oh yeah and trigger warning all round.

It's airing but......

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - It’s Chinese, no idea if it will end well or not. But it’s the stepbrothers trope. Still, I’m not gonna watch it until it’s done.

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai) - It's done. Did anyway watch it? Thoughts?

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[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

hey is 🚚 again sorry about the whole flu thing, I think everyone in my house is starting to catch it too.

there’s this story I’m fond of, and i will go one for way to long if I add details ( I already rewrote this ask twice lol) but it’s called I just want to freeload on your luck.

And near the end of the story, the antagonist(who is the adopted child) basically mocks the mc’s family because they actively neglected mc and they barely had to do any manipulation for them to treat her that way.

I feel like Tiffany would be similar, as of now, we don’t know much about her other than that 1-she’s a spy and 2- she’s been bullying reader for years now.

but when the batfam starts to hate her she probably won’t give a damn, maybe she’ll even throw everything they’ve done ( or rather didn’t do) back in their face.

they already caused 11 years worth of damage, so where do they get off acting like she’s the monster?

at least she knew what she was doing.

I’m still trying to speculate what her goal is if she couldn’t keep up the facade for long without stealing reader’s achievements - did she think that reader would put up with her nonsense forever?

Is she trying to be reader because she (mistakenly) thinks that the nice treatment she’s getting now is what reader was getting all this time?

Or is she that much of a sadist and wanted to make her even more unhappy?

I guess we’re going to have to wait to see

( while it’s probably a bit different there are these nasal sprays that you can use to prevent a cold before it gets worse, I felt one coming down yesterday and I used some so that might help if you get sick again! :) )

(also also reader doing their nails or wearing nail rings/guards (like Aki from street fighter) to administer venom would be neat!)

The thing is the batfam won't just hate her, some of them will actively be trying to hurt Tiffany. Tiffany is a very malicious character but part of the reason she tries so hard to mirror reader is because of her own insecurities. Before reader got bitten by the snake, Tiffany might've been able to keep stealing her things and bullying her because reader was so insecure that she could never really stand up to Tiffany. Tiffany is a spy so her goal is to infiltrate the batfamily and basically steal their secrets for as long as possible. She really does get off on making the reader suffer as a little side quest though. I was thinking more along the lines of reader having acrylic nails that somehow release venom tbh.

[juniperskye]

Turn to Stone

Based on the following ask: I'd like a Hotch x reader where reader is a professional dancer please! She gives Hotch tickets to one of the performances she's participating in. Hotch invites the rest of the team and reader gets to show off with a partner dance. I picture reader and her dance partner being like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers or Ariana Debose and David Alvarez, but if you have another pair in mind that's fine too. – Okay so I used to LOVE SYTYCD and one of my favorite contemporary duets was Melanie and Marko dancing to turn to stone. Travis Wall is an incredible choreographer!!! So that is the dance I am picturing.

Aaron Hotchner x Dancer! Fem Reader

Fluff

Word count: 1324

Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Age gap (non-specified), reader is a professional contemporary dancer, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description (she can however be lifted and participate in a contemporary dance routine), established relationship with Hotch, use of pet names let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Okay, I have your ticket at will-call, you’re gonna be there right?” You questioned nervously.

“Yes sweetheart I will be there. I have made sure consultations have been sent out and I put in a request to be off tomorrow evening. There shouldn’t be any issues.” Aaron reassured you.

“Okay! Sorry, I’m just nervous. It is a big performance, and I really want you to be there.” You rushed.

“I know, you’ve been working so hard honey, and I wouldn’t miss it.” He confirmed.

You hadn’t told Aaron that you’d actually been chosen for a partner dance with one of the guys in your company. He and you were often partnered up, even within group numbers…and that was mainly because Marko and you had incredible chemistry on stage. The two of you were able to anticipate one another’s movements without words.

You’d been rehearsing every day for weeks, the group routines and your partner routine, practicing again and again until the movements became second nature. Part of the reason you’d put so much pressure on yourself was because your partner dance would be the closing number of the entire performance.

 --

What you didn’t know was that Aaron had also been keeping a secret from you.

He’d gone ahead and invited his whole team to see your dance performance. He’d mentioned to them that it had been coming up and he expressed how proud he was and how hard you’d worked, and that led to Garcia asking if they could tag along. Who was he to say no? This was an opportunity for them to see how amazing you were.

Aaron had seen you on the stage a few times before and every time you managed to take his breath away. He was always in awe of how effortless you made your movements look and it was just incredible to see you following your dreams and expressing them so passionately. You inspired him, and he wanted to share that…to show you off to his team.

--

As the day came and went, your nerves and excitement only grew. This is how it was before every show…you’d feel a teeny tiny bit of anxiety, but your excitement would cloud it every time. You became a dancer because it was who you were, it was in your bones.

That night, Aaron made you a simple dinner of grilled chicken and steamed vegetables. He knew you wouldn’t want to eat anything heavy the night before your performance. You ate while going over the highlights of your day…both omitting the fact that you both were currently holding a secret from the other.

When you two got into bed for the evening, Aaron gently rubbed and stretched your feet and ankles assisting you in working those muscles, keeping them loose and ready for your big show.

Aaron held you close that night, feeling almost giddy about the fact that he’d get to show you off tomorrow.

--

The next morning, Aaron got up and made you tea with honey, he knew you’d be up early to head to the studio.

“Thanks baby.” You whispered.

“Of course.” Aaron kissed you. “I will see you tonight, okay? You are going to be amazing.”

“Thank you Aar. I love you so much!” You hugged him.

“I love you too. Have a good day and break a leg!” He called before heading out the door.

You sipped your tea and packed the things you’d need for the day. You grabbed the lunch that Aaron packed for you – full of healthy snacks and your water bottle – and you left for the day.

Your company did some last-minute costume fittings, and makeup trials. Then they moved into stretches and warmups before shifting into a full-blown dress rehearsal.

The program was organized as such:

Full company contemporary

Men’s jazz

Women’s partner ballet

Elite company ballroom

Women’s Jazz

Couple’s partner salsa

Full company modern

Select company acro

Couple’s partner contemporary (aka your dance)

The dress rehearsal went perfectly, your director only making a few minor changes to ensure there was plenty of time for costume changes. The choreographers pulled a few people aside to give notes and ensure everyone was ready.

Your choreographer, Travis, pulled Marko and you to a studio to have you run your duet again, he wanted to push the both of you to really feel the emotion of the music and the movements. Travis was big on connection and chemistry in his routines, he wanted people to feel the emotion conveyed through your dancing. Once he felt satisfied with your progress he let you guys rest.

--

Aaron walked up to will-call to pick up the tickets, while he was waiting he sent you a quick text.

Hey gorgeous, you are going to be amazing. You inspire me every day with your passion, and I can’t wait to see you on that stage. I love you always. A.

“Hi, I’m picking up for Aaron Hotchner, there should be two orders.”

“Yes, I see there is a single ticket and then a set of six additional tickets.” The clerk confirmed.

“That’s correct.” Aaron nodded.

Aaron took the tickets and distributed them between the members of his team. They all then made their way into the auditorium to take their seats.

--

Aaron’s text gave you an additional wave of confidence to get you through this performance. The whole company was buzzing in anticipation.

The performances passed by in a blur. One after another, running off stage to change and adjust your hair and makeup as needed. Every time you came onto the stage, Aaron would point you out to the team. They couldn’t help but smile and giggle at him��he was just so proud, and it was an infectious feeling.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for being here tonight. We have one final performance for you tonight. So please join me in welcoming our final two dancers this evening, performing a contemporary routine, Turn to Stone, choreographed by Travis Wall.

--

When you entered the stage, made up to look like a statue, Aaron was stunned to silence. He couldn’t believe you’d been able to keep this to yourself long enough to surprise him tonight.

The piano began, signaling Marko and you to move. The two of you were in sync, moving as one, beautifully gracing the stage. The crowd roared as you progressed through your routine, Marko lifting and catching you with ease during the lifts, as the music came to crescendo.

Aaron had tears in his eyes as he watched you move. The raw emotion you and Marko emitted with every point of your toe, twirl, lift, you two were telling a story and it was touching each person that sat in the audience before you.

As the song concluded, Marko shifted in close to you and you both froze to mimic statues. Silence filled the room briefly before the crowd erupted in applause…gifting you a standing ovation.

Marko and you took a quick bow before exiting the stage. Heading back to get some of this makeup off before greeting Aaron.

--

You ran towards Aaron, leaping into his arms, squealing in delight. You were on cloud nine, the routine had gone perfectly, and you couldn’t have been happier with the outcome.

“You were incredible. That duet, honey, I-I don’t even know what to say. You were, you just. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.” Aaron was at a loss for words.

“I love you too! Thank you so much for being here to support me.  I didn’t want you to miss this.” You smiled.

Aaron passed you a bouquet of flowers and gestured towards the BAU team who all stood in awe, watching the exchange between you and their boss. Shock written on their faces, seemingly from his softness regarding you.

“Guys, this is my amazing girlfriend.”

Taglist: @bernelflo @pastelpinkflowerlife @just-moondust

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Birthday Boy Prompts: Gift, 21

Summary: Every year for his birthday, Eddie gets a special gift. When they stop coming, he feels an unexpected way about it.

Word Count: 1502

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Unseen Character Death

Notes: Thanks to @corrodedcoffinfest for another fantastic pop-up. I’m glad to be able to get back into these. I missed one and it was like I was missing a part of myself.

This entry is one that doesn’t make the most sense, logically, to a canon Eddie. But, like many other things, this is incredibly personal and something I’ve been wanting to write for a while. So I’m using this prompt as an excuse to do it for myself. It’s not my exact story, but it’s taking from both of my grandmothers. Nonna, who spoke English very well but couldn’t read or write it. And Babcia, who knew no English and I, of course, knew no polish. Still, she wrote novels in all of her cards to me. And my piece of shit father always refused to translate them. Eddie, you deserve all the love of a dearest grandparent, so I’m loaning you some of mine.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

He doesn’t know why he cares.

There are plenty of other things to think about today; it is his 21st birthday, after all.

But there are some things you just take for granted when you’re younger, and when they suddenly aren’t there anymore, you can’t help but realize the mistake you made. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that shit.

He used to only care about the crisp $20 bill that was tucked into the cards. A fresh note, straight from the bank. Used to buy toys, then candy, then books, then records. For birthdays and christmases and Easters.

Eventually he paid attention to the cards themselves. Pretty things with cartoons and pictures and, on birthdays, the numbers coinciding with the age he achieved. There were inscriptions inside, lengthy passages in fancy handwriting that he couldn’t read.

Not because they were illegible. He simply could not read them.

Dniu Urozdin. Wesołych Świąt.

Paragraphs upon paragraphs of words. And he wasn’t sure what they meant. Or the emotion that he was supposed to feel reading them.

“But who are they from?” He asked Wayne once when he was finally old enough for curiosity to spark.

“Your grandma,” was the simple response. But he knew no grandma, beyond old Nana Munson who passed right after his mom did. “I’ve told you that before.”

There was no return address for him to send a letter back to, no telephone number for him to call. Just a simple “Kocham cie, Busia” at the bottom of the novel his supposed-grandma wrote.

“Buss-ee-ah,” he pronounced slowly, and then looked to his uncle again. It felt wrong on his tongue. Not only in English but somehow also whatever that language was. He felt it in his gut. “Is that her name?”

Wayne scratched his chin, and looked at him sadly, then explained that he had only met Elizabeth’s mother once. Twice, at most? A small, elderly woman who spoke English very well—if accented—but apparently couldn’t write it much. He couldn’t remember her name or address or anything that would be useful in contacting her.

Of course, Al would have been some kind of help, but a long lost grandmother wasn’t exactly the first—or last—thought on any of their minds when the eldest Munson deigned to come to town.

”I’m sorry Ed,” Wayne whispered and mashed a hand on top of Eddie’s buzzed curls. “Maybe one day she’ll put her phone number in.”

Of course, by that time Eddie had developed some degree of self-loathing, and he chalked it up to a grandma who felt obligated enough to send a card, but didn’t care enough to really want to know her only grandson.

That’s when the cards started getting put away. In a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind til the next one came. Then the $20 bill would be slid into a wallet and the card would join the rest.

“Thanks Busia,” Eddie would whisper and offer a stiff and sarcastic salute as he slid the drawer closed. It never really felt right, but his hardened heart couldn’t care much more than that.

Jeff had seen them once, the stack of cards in his nightstand. He’d stayed the night and had been snooping.

“What’re these?” He asked, a laugh partially escaping from his mouth. A dozen greeting cards with illegible stories inside.

“They’re my lore,” Eddie explained, only slightly sarcastically. “I just haven’t leveled up enough to read them yet.”

“Guess you need to find a better DM,” Jeff joked back. He took one more look at the gently written closing, then slid it back into its home.

More time passed, more $20 bills spent.

But now, it was Eddie’s 21st birthday. Nothing in the mailbox. Nothing waiting for him on the counter amidst the bills and circulars. Nothing.

He didn’t think much of it at first. Distantly, during lunch, he wondered if the snowstorm that had blown through the previous week had delayed the mail at all. Because Busia’s cards always came through on time. Always.

So that had to be it.

And he tried to make excuses. Because it was just a card. Just a $20 bill. They weren't important; he didn't know why he cared.

Beer was drunk, weed was smoked, fun was had with his friends, who gifted him with new cassettes and a leather-bound notebook for him to write his stories.

But the next day, the only birthday gift waiting for him was a hangover.

Nothing the next day. Or the next.

“Nothing for me?” He asked Wayne anxiously a week after his special day.

And Wayne knew what it was he was asking for, even though he hadn’t said it aloud.

A hand was clamped down on his shoulder.

“She was old,” Wayne whispered. “Same age as Nana Munson, I’ll bet.”

The words rang in Eddie’s ears, an uncomfortable ringing, even as Wayne tried to blame the lack of a card of forgetfulness.

Because there had been a Christmas Card. And Eddie’s birthday had only been a month later. She wouldn’t have forgotten. Not after she’d sent one for almost two whole decades.

He sat at home late that night, in the dim light of his bedroom, trying to decipher something from those cards. Some kind of hint that Busia would excuse the lack of a birthday card. Maybe in a language he didn't understand, she would explain that she was having surgery or going on a trip, and that her birthday gift would be late this year.

Deep down, as he saw her beautiful handwriting get messier as the years went by, he knew why there was no card.

And he sat there every night, for days, amidst the only thing he had from his grandmother, mourning something that he never really had at all.

Jeff stopped by on the third day, backpack clutched in his hand, and he pulled the comforter off of his supposedly sleeping friend.

"Wake up! Come on, we've got character sheets to write! Gah, it smells like stale Cheetos and farts in here." Jeff laughed, then stopped, as he spotted the stack of cards beside Eddie's supine form. "Oh no."

"I'm feeling human feelings, Jeffy," Eddie groaned and curled up on his side. "Avert your eyes."

Jeff huffed a sigh and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "If anyone knows how many human feelings you have, Ed, it's me."

He tried to reach for one of the cards and Eddie had the audacity to hiss at him.

"What if I said I had a present for you?"

Of course, that piqued the older boy's interest.

Jeff heaved his backpack over his shoulder and rooted through it, searching for small object that he'd been keeping for a while.

"I've had it for a while," he explained. "I didn't want to...listen Ed I know how much you keep things close to the chest sometimes. But Timmy Kaminski was my lab partner last year, before we graduated. I recognized something in that one Christmas card. He calls his grandma 'Busia' too."

Eddie groaned and ran a hand over his face.

"I don't call her Busia," Eddie scoffed. "I don't call her anything. I don't even have a grand--"

But Jeff shoved a book in Eddie's face. A small yellow paperback thing, edges a little worn from being tossed around Jeff's backpack, but otherwise relatively new.

Polish to English Dictionary.

Eddie hesitantly took the book from Jeff and stared at it.

"I'm not gonna pry," Jeff said softly. "But obviously...obviously something upset you. Because of these cards. And last time...last time they upset you, you said that you hadn't leveled up enough to know what they said yet. So I decided I would take over as DM...and Level 21 is enough to start unlocking basic translation as a skill."

"But--"

"You know enough Klingon and Sindarin, you might as well learn what your god damn birthday cards say! I'll even help you, damn it!"

Jeff stared at Eddie expectantly.

And Eddie felt the pit that had formed in his stomach over the past few days begin to close a bit.

There was a pang in his chest as he sat up and stared at all the cards surrounding him. The little yellow book might as well have been made of gold, how much it suddenly meant to him.

"Thanks Jeff," he muttered, holding back tears.

"Of course, man," the younger boy nodded and patted a hand on his shoulder. "And if you ever...ever want to talk...you know I'm here. God knows I've talked your ear off plenty."

"Yeah you have," Eddie snarked, earning a scoff.

He was about to pick up a card, ready to begin the slow process of translating it.

However, an idea struck him, and he began flipping through the book.

Not an idea. Words. Simple words that he'd read over and over for years, let alone the last few days.

He reached the page, and he felt his heart grow.

Kocham cie. I love you.

*a handful of cards I had gotten over the years. I (proxied by my mother when I was too young to know) kept them all. The oldest card I have is from my first birthday in 1995. I hope she knows how loved they are.

[thatidiotsuds]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Word count: 1302. Masterlist

Truth Serum

The sun was setting over the war-torn landscape, casting long shadows across the makeshift base where Task Force 141 was regrouping. The air was thick with tension, the kind that only comes after a long day of combat. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood at the edge of the armory, reloading his weapon with his usual precision, his mask hiding the smirk that often accompanied his dry humor.

“Hey, Ghost, you got that new rookie with you?” Gaz called out, glancing over his shoulder. The rookie, a fresh-faced soldier named Shane, was wandering around the armory, wide-eyed and curious.

“Yeah, he’s right here,” Ghost replied, his voice low and gravelly. “Just keep an eye on him. He’s still learning the ropes.”

As Gaz turned to check on Shane, he noticed the rookie picking up a weapon that was clearly not meant for him. “Hey, hey! Put that down!” Gaz shouted, but it was too late. The weapon discharged, and a tranquilizer dart flew through the air, hitting you squarely in the butt.

You yelped, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness wash over you. “What the—?” you started, but the world began to spin, and you stumbled forward, your vision blurring. The last thing you saw was Ghost’s concerned expression before everything went black.

When you came to, you were sitting on the floor, surrounded by your teammates. Price was kneeling beside you, a bemused look on his face. “Well, that’s just great,” he muttered with annoyance, glancing at Shane, who was sheepishly trying to explain himself.

“Sorry, mate! I didn’t mean to—”

“Save it,” Price interrupted, shaking his head. “What did you shoot her with?”

Gaz shrugged, looking guilty. “He thought it was just a regular tranquilizer. He didn’t know it was a truth serum dart!”

You blinked, trying to process what was happening. “Truth serum?” you mumbled, your tongue feeling heavy. Suddenly, you felt a surge of warmth and confidence. You glanced at each one of them until your eyes landed on Ghost, and what you saw was floating pink hearts around him as you squealed like a fangirl, “I love you, Simon Rileyyyyyyyy!” You blurted out, your cheeks flushing as you realized what you had just said.

Ghost’s eyes widened behind his mask, and he tried to maintain his stoic demeanor, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching. “Uh, right,” he said, trying to play it cool. “Let’s just focus on getting you back on your feet.”

But the serum was already working its magic. You found yourself standing up, swaying slightly as you began to dance awkwardly, your body moving to a rhythm only you could hear. “I’m a great dancer, right?” you declared, your voice loud and slightly slurred. “I mean, look at me! I’m fabulous!!!!!”

The team exchanged glances, half-amused and half-concerned. Price chuckled, while Gaz facepalmed. “This is going to be a long night,” he muttered.

Just then, John "Soap" MacTavish strolled into the armory, his usual swagger on full display. “What’s all this then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the scene unfolding before him. “Did I miss a party?”

You turned to Soap, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “Soap! You’re just in time! I’m the best dancer ever! Watch this!” You twirled around, nearly losing your balance but catching yourself just in time.

Soap laughed, his infectious energy filling the room. “Aye, lass! Show us what you’ve got!” He joined you in an exaggerated dance, mimicking your awkward moves, and soon the two of you were spinning around, much to the amusement of the others.

As you continued to dance, you started to blurt out your thoughts without a filter. “Ghost, you’re so broody! But I like it! It’s like you’re a dark knight or something!” You twirled around, pointing at him dramatically. “And your voice? Ugh, it’s like butter! I could listen to you read the phone book!”

Ghost’s expression shifted from surprise to a hint of amusement. “You’re not wrong,” he said, crossing his arms. “But maybe tone it down a bit?”

“Tone it down? Never!” you declared, giggling. “And Soap, you’re just a big ball of chaos! I love that about you! You make everything fun!”

Soap grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. “Aye, that’s the spirit! Life’s too short to be serious all the time!”

As the hours passed, the effects of the serum continued to unravel your inhibitions. You found yourself sprawled on the floor, laughing uncontrollably at your own jokes, while Ghost kept a watchful eye on you, a mix of amusement and concern etched on his face.

“Okay, okay, I have a serious question,” you said, suddenly sitting up straight. “If you could be any animal, what would you be?”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the randomness of your inquiry. “A wolf,” he replied, his tone serious. “They’re strong and loyal.”

You nodded, impressed. “That’s deep! I’d be a cat! They’re cute and can nap all day. Plus, I’d get to knock things off tables without anyone getting mad at me!”

Soap chimed in, “I’d be a hawk! Soaring high and free, no one can catch me!”

Price shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face. “You lot are ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous is my middle name!” you declared, striking a pose. “But seriously, Simon, you should try being more like a cat. Just chill and enjoy life!”

Ghost couldn’t help but smirk at your antics. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of warmth.

Soap grinned taking the opportunity to ask "who's the most handsome man in the room"

Without hesitation you answered "Simon, I would go on a date with hi-" you blurted out before covering you mouth to stop yourself from talking

As the night wore on, you began to feel the effects of the serum wearing off, but not before you had one last burst of honesty. “You know, I really admire you, Simon,” you said, your voice softening. “You’re always so strong and brave. I wish I could be more like you.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the tough exterior cracked just a little. “You’re stronger than you think,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “You just need to believe it.”

Soap, sensing the moment, jumped in with a cheeky grin. “And don’t forget, you’ve got the best dance moves in the squad! We could use that on the battlefield!”

You laughed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and joy. “Maybe I should start a dance-off during missions! That’ll confuse the enemy!”

As the hours dragged on, you found yourself leaning against Ghost, your eyelids growing heavy. “Thanks, Ghost,” you murmured, feeling safe in his presence. “You’re the best.”

“Just doing my job,” he replied, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

With that, you felt a wave of drowsiness wash over you, and you leaned against Ghost, drifting off to sleep. The last thing you heard was Soap’s laughter and Ghost’s soft voice assuring you that everything would be alright.

As you slept on Ghost's lap, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that the next 48 hours would be interesting, to say the least. He would be there to keep you safe, and maybe, just maybe, he’d get to see a side of you that was usually hidden beneath the surface. After all, honesty between you was better than believing in a lie hidden behind a fake facade.

[my-my-my]

can you request jealous sex with yhwach x reader wife?

What a challenge!! I'm not sure if I nailed Yhwach's character quite the way I wanted to, but nonetheless, I had fun writing this. The only context behind this story is on the theory/headcanon that Yhwach has been reincarnated several times, and as such has been killed as many times.

This takes place prior to the 1000 Year Blood War/before the first Quincy-Shinigami war.

Summary: Birth, death, and rebirth. The cycle continues and you wait patiently as Yhwach returns to you as your husband. But this reincarnation tests you on your devotion and love.

CW: MDNI! Jealousy, early finish, cum eating, oral sex/face sitting (fem receiving), angst, minimal foreplay.

Word count: 2048

The first time Yhwach died, you wept endlessly. A boy birthed to be slaughtered, and you a little girl witnessing the brutality of Qunicies, humans and Shinigami alike.

His reincarnations remained as gentle as you remember. You waited for him patiently through the ages as he continued to grow for the Quincies, yet he continued to die for them as well. Birth, death, birth and death. No matter how many times you intervened trying to protect him, your husband would suffer the same cruelty.

And maybe this reincarnation was retribution for all his prior deaths.

Hatred filled the air when you saw Yhwach’s army slaughter your village.

Bitter was the taste of his blood pouring down your throat.

Rage echoed through your voice as you cried at him.

Yhwach would never bare his emotions so freely, yet you would do so for him. His other half as he would say, unlike Jugram who bore similar abilities to your husband. You were the manifestation of something else entirely, or so he claimed.

But you knew differently. You experienced things differently. You would clench your fists whenever you two spoke over meals. Glare at the soldats listening passionately to their leader, rallying them together to kill Shinigami.

It was too much for you. Your heart would pang as he doled out praises and the very rare compliments to his soldiers. You angrily pulled the curtain away in disgust as you watched the soldiers scrambling to Yhwach’s beck and call.

“Ah, is my lady suffering from a bout of anger?” A sneering voice echoed down the hall.

You rolled your eyes as the vice-commander of Yhwach’s army, Hubert, strolled into your view.

“It is none of your concern, Vice-Commander.” You murmured, walking past him towards your private study.

“But you see, it is my concern.” Hubert smirked, as he grabbed hold of your wrist, “Lord Yhwach instructed Captain Haschwalth to watch and keep you company while he’s away on his travels.”

“Travels?” You whispered. This was the first you were hearing of this. Your stomach turned in knots as anger flashed through your eyes.

Hubert’s smirk widened, “and he didn’t tell you? That’s a shame, he shouldn’t keep his lady in waiting.” You scoffed at his remark and pulled your hand away.

“My husband will let me know in due time. He probably thought it wasn’t important enough to discuss.” You murmured, though you didn’t believe your words, and with the way Hubert looked at you, he didn’t believe you either.

“Leave the lady majesty alone, Vice-Commander Hubert.” Jugram spoke, as he walked towards the two of you. You had only interacted with Commander Haschwalth on a few occasions, a man of few words, yet received high praises from your husband.

Hubert scoffed as made his way to the garrison, leaving you alone with Jugram.

“My lady, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I will escort you to your study now.” Jugram murmured, bowing to you. You nodded your head as the two of you walked in silence down the empty halls.

Jugram stood silently as you poured over your books, writing down notes, murmuring to yourself as you tried to learn more about the nature of Quincies and hollows. The setting sun dimming the library, startling you with how much time had passed. And still, Jugram stood silently, awaiting your commands. With his arm extended, he led you to the dining hall, where Yhwach awaited.

And Yhwach never did bring up his plan to travel – leaving you alone in your shared bedroom, as he rode with his platoon at dawn.

It had been two weeks with Yhwach away and Jugram’s attention on you. It unnerved you at first, how dutiful Jugram was to you, attending to your whims and even your fleets of fancy. But now a small part of you… relished this feeling, of being doted on and attended to. Behind Jugram’s stoic demeanor was a devoted soldier to your husband’s cause and that included you it seemed.

You were lost in conversation with Jugram, discussing the new book you picked up in the nearby town. When was the last time you laughed with your husband? Smiled and had a conversation that didn’t revolve around the Quincies and Shinigami? It was strange too, Jugram reminded you of the favourite parts of your husband. A wry smile crossed your lips as you remembered old memories of your time together.

It was refreshing… and sad. And with Jugram’s hand over yours, you felt like you were a world away from that life of brutality. But nothing more would come from it, you knew that much. Jugram would never cross that line, and neither would you. The strange, almost supernatural devotion the two of you shared for husband was the clear line in the sand.

You watched through the window of the great hall as Yhwach and his platoon were welcomed back into the castle on a successful excursion mission. A mission you were not privy to. You narrowed your eyes as the soldiers congratulated themselves, while Yhwach spoke to Jugram privately in the distance. You read your name being said off Yhwach’s lips, before he looked up at you.

You sighed and left the window. Dread and anxiety were pooling inside you as you instructed the chefs to cook your husband’s favourites and that his favourite wine be poured tonight. A feast wasn’t necessary, but for some reason, you felt like you owed him that much. You wondered what Yhwach had asked, no said, of you to Jugram in that brief moment you saw.

The dining hall was loud, filled with cheer as the soldiers continued to celebrate. A few words were said from Yhwach as he continued to echo the greater cause they were all fighting for, that this was a small step to the foundation of peace. You wanted to laugh, but kept quiet. The silence between you two went unnoticed by everyone else in the room.

Yhwach had requested your presence in waving farewell to the soldiers as they departed to their barracks. You gave them all a soft smile and a gentle wave as they departed under the moonlight.

“Jugram has told me of what you have been up to these past few weeks.”

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand, anxiety crawling your body as Yhwach’s large hand found its way to yours.

You gave a nervous laugh, “he’s quite the gentleman, humouring my rambles.” Yhwach’s grip on your hand tightened, but not enough to cause you pain as the two of you made way to your bedchamber.

The door shut firmly, with Yhwach snapping his fingers to close the curtains, the lights mysteriously dimming.

“You must be tired, my majesty.” You whispered, as you cupped his cheek, feeling the faint stubble of his facial hair under your palm. “Let’s get you ready for bed.” You let your hand fall towards his chest, fingers hovering over the buttons of his uniform.

But Yhwach grabbed your wrist before you could do anything.

“Is that all Jugram did, ‘humour’ you?” He commanded.

You glared at him, and in a mocking tone said “I thought jealousy was an emotion beneath you, my lord.” Yhwach narrowed his eyes as he let go of your wrists. “And besides, it’s insulting not only to me,” you snapped, “but to Commander Haschwalth as well.”

“Here I was, thinking you might have missed me.” You murmured, “but instead” refusing to lose your eye contact with him, “you imagine scenarios of things that would never happen. ”What use is the Almighty –”

“Silence!” Yhwach bellowed as you rolled your eyes.

“What did Commander Haschwalth tell you?” Giving him a wicked smile, you began to strip in front of him “did he share with you what I shared with him? The Yhwach of youth? The Yhwach that protected the Quincies?”

Yhwach remained silent, watching you as the candlelight illuminated your beautiful figure.

“No, that wouldn’t be right. Yhwach – the Father of Qunicies, sees all.” You laughed, as the last bits of your clothing laid strewn on the floor. “You know exactly what we discussed, and yet you have the nerve to be jealous.”

Yhwach scoffed, but didn’t look away from you.

“No, you weren’t jealous of Jugram at all.” You chuckled, as you brought your naked body close to his clothed one, “you were jealous of yourself.” You murmured softly, cupping his face, bringing him closer to you. Your lips brushed against his, “jealous of what we had before…”

Yhwach closed his eyes tightly as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer. His body grew warmer with your presence so close.

“Do you remember when we made love for the first time?” You whispered, as he brought you to the bed. “The very first time.” You gazed lovingly at him, as his brown, almost red eyes stared back at you.

Yhwach remained silent as he kissed you back softly. His body was hot to touch as his stubble pricked your skin. He pulled away from you as you tried to catch your breath.

He hastily undid his uniform, throwing it haphazardly on to the ground. His broad chest with a smattering of hair and faded scars, scars etched from centuries ago, from lifetimes ago. You trailed your fingers gently over him, taking time to run your fingers against them.

But Yhwach was impatient tonight, as he pushed you back on to the bed. He bit down gently on your neck, before making his way to your breasts. His fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples as you cried out his name. His lips soon replaced his fingers as he nipped at your breasts, leaving you wanton and panting. Out of reflex, you spread your legs for him, unashamed of how wet you were.

Lifting himself up, he watched in amusement as you spread your pussy lips apart from him, your fingers circling your clit. You licked your lips as his large shaft trickled with precum.

Yhwach tapped his cock against your clit, smearing the precum and your juices against each other. You whined loudly, before Yhwach grabbed your throat, his fingers flexing, tightening your airway.

And you only grew wetter.

Without a moment to spare, Yhwach entered you in one swift thrust, moaning your name as you cried out from the stretch of his length. Yhwach stayed still inside you, as you clenched around, feeling him full and deep inside your pussy.

But that didn’t last long. Yhwach grabbed your hips and roughly slammed himself inside you as you rasped his name, almost in a chant. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long, neither of you had ben pleasured in ages, and without so much a warning, Yhwach spilled himself inside you.

You smiled as he rolled over, panting deeply as his thick, softening cock twitched with remaining spurts of cum trickling out. You found yourself between his legs, tasting your juices as you cleaned his cock, while pushing two fingers inside you, keeping his cum buried deep inside.

Yhwach called your name, pulling your hair as he lifted you up. You winced at the pain but once upright, he grabbed your hips, pulling your dripping cunt against his face. His facial hair pricked your sensitive spots as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You moaned deeply as he feasted on your cunt with an intense need. You threaded your fingers threw his black hair, as you grounded your pussy against his face.

Incoherent words filled the room as you desperately chased your orgasm, before screaming Yhwach’s name and cover his face in your juices.

Your body twitched above him before he pulled you down, bringing you close to his chest. Your eyes were closed as you tried to calm yourself with Yhwach’s steady heartbeat helping you.

Yhwach’s deep, baritone voice startled you as he called your name, “that pleased you compared to before.” He remarked. You wondered if he meant to ask it as a question, but knew better than to ask.

You gave a quiet sigh.

Reincarnation after reincarnation, Yhwach seemed to chase the continuous, growing shadow of his past lives. You gave him a soft smile, whispering, “yes,” as your voice lingered with sadness.

Moi je te hais depuis le fond des âges, Mais quand même dans mon désespoir Je t’aimerais toujours bien d’avantage, Que toi tu n’aimes I’ve hated you throughout time, But even in my despair, I will love you much more Than you love yourself

Thank you for this request! I've never written for Yhwach before so this was definitely an interesting experience. As I said earlier, I don't think I nailed his character down, but I personally find him difficult to write - but I definitely enjoyed this request.

The lyrics at the end are from "Le Brin d'herbe" by Brigitte Fontaine, which inspired this story! These two tracks from Succession were also what I listened to as I was writing:

Nicholas Britell - Andantino for Brass and Orchestra in B Minor

Nicholas Britell - Concerto Grosso in C Minor + End Credits - "You Have To Be A Killer"

I hope you enjoyed this anon!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Gray Woman 4

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You meet a man who tests your patience. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: To those who didn’t help me resist this beast, I blame you.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hand over the statement and send off the client with ‘have good day’. The recitation is lifeless, meaningless as it leaves your lips on habit alone. It’s all by rote. Greet them, figure out what they want, and get them out. 

Your next customer steps up as you take a chug of cold coffee. A glimmer of recognition flickers in your head and you squint at his reddened eyes. Oh, you know this man. Well, you’re aware of his existence. 

“Hello, sir, how can I help--” 

“Shut up,” he scowls. “You serious with the hello bullshit? Look at my eyes?” 

You blink and put your cup down, “did you try milk?” 

“Milk?! Milk? You fucking burnt my retinas out.” 

“Are you having issues with your sight--” 

“That’s not the fucking point. You—You remember me now, don’t you?” 

“You grabbed me. I reacted,” you shrug. “If you’re only here to yell at me, I’ll need to call security--” 

“Fuck security,” he steps up and his nose almost touches the glass. He snarls, “do you understand who I am? How many ways I can fuck you? Figuratively and literally?” 

You stare back at him dully. You deal with people yelling about their money every day. You’re desensitized to their threats. To their chagrin. Do they really think you care? That you have any sort of emotion tied to this job? It pays the bills. 

“Would you like to make a transaction today or--” You move your hand under the desk. 

“Don’t you fucking hit that button, sweet cheeks. I’m not going to do anything. Not here. You think I’m fucking stupid?” He growls as he jabs the glass between you. “No, I want you to see what the fuck you did and why I’m going to do worse to you.” He makes a fist and hits the barrier. “And you’re going to fucking remember me.” 

You keep your hand on the edge of the counter. You sit up and look around him, “I have other customers to help. Please step aside.” 

He scoffs and thumps on the glass again. “You’re a real fucking piece of work. You let this bullshit job go to your head? Why? Cause you can hit a few keys on a computer? Money’s still in my accounts, honey. You’re nothing. I could buy you a hundred times over and still have as much left.” 

You exhale and look at him as you wave up the next person in line, “unfortunately, it doesn’t appear that money can buy class.” 

He stomps as the waiting client hesitate, “you can come up. We’re done.” You beckon them again with your fingers then reach for your cup again. 

He looms as the woman comes up to your woman. He’s close enough that you feel your discomfort. You give him a look as take her card. 

“Sir, you need to go.” You warn him. 

He puffs and shakes his head. He tuts and paces back then toward you again. He stops as if he only then notices the woman watching him in horror. He throws up his hands then marches away. 

“Sorry, about that,” you say to the woman. You take her card and swipe it. 

“No, I’m sorry. Must be horrible to deal with that at work,” she replies as she touches her cheek and glances over her shoulder. 

“Money is very personal,” you utter. “How can I help you today?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” she assures. “I’m just adding a new payee to my account. I switched phone providers but their online portal isn’t working for me...” 

You nod and help her through the process. As promised, she’s quick. The rest of your day is not. You can’t help but check the clock repeatedly. It’s almost the weekend. So close yet so far away. 

As you get down from your chair at the end of your shift and grab your bag, Veronique approaches. You face her as you hitch up your purse. It’s unusual for her to come to you. Ever. She hides at her desk, more interested in her phone than her management role. 

“Before you go, I’d like a word.” 

You frown. This can’t be good. You rely on predictability. You could drown in it but it’s easier than change. Easier than the unexpected. 

“Sure,” you agree and follow her as she spins on her heel. 

You trail her strut into a back office. One of the executives is there. Gerald, you think? He doesn’t bother with you either. 

“Please, shut the door,” he greets you. You do as he says and Veronique perches herself behind his shoulder like a parrot. “Have a seat.” 

Wary, you cross the office and sit in the stiff seat. It squeaks as you stay on the edge. You cradle your bag in your lap. Veronique grins then wipes it away as she clears her throat. 

“You’ve worked here for more than ten years.” Gerald states. You confirm. “A long time. Must get dull.” 

“It’s work, sir,” you say. 

“You haven’t moved up much. Typically yearly raise but nothing extravagant,” he looks at his lit monitor. “You work for base pay. Not very much, yet you handle a lot of money, don’t you?” 

Your heart picks up. You can’t remember the last time you felt anything like this. That you were uncertain. Everything was always the same. Go to work, go home, sleep, wash, rinse, repeat. 

“Sir, I do my job and I do it by the book.” 

“Do you?” He tuts as he leans back and clicks around. “Because we’ve had some discrepancies brought to our attention. On a particular account. A client you’ve dealt with several times, and according to Veronique, you’ve had as many issues with.” 

You shake your head in confusion. 

“No, I don’t... no.” 

“He was here today. Mr. Hansen? We were just reviewing some footage from his last visits and his statements. There’s some really strange back and forths here.” 

You sit up even higher, “sir, no. It can’t-- I did exactly as he requested. All I did was ask for his ID.” 

“Veronique,” he looks up as his tone turns to disinterest. 

“We have the evidence. We’re submitting a report for investigation. You will be suspended. Beginning immediately.” 

Her lips curve again. Your chest turns to a pit and you puff out in disbelief. This can’t be. How could they have proof when you did nothing? 

“Security is waiting outside to escort you from the premises,” she continues with a catlike smirk. 

You look between her and Gerald. He’s already distracted by his phone. “How about the steak house, V?” He swivels to her. You’re dismissed by the back of his balding head. 

You get up and clutch your bag to your stomach. You turn and march to the door. As you exit, two uniformed men await you. They walk on either side of you, past other tellers and several managers. You’re mortified. 

How could this happen to you? You have a feeling Veronique is behind it but why? She ignores you, like everyone else. What could she possibly get out of this? 

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【 Roommates, Relationships & Realizations 】

1.7k words.

After being overtaken by her pollen allergy in the courtyard, Sacha returns back to the dorm to find her roommate getting... intimate with their hand. She is more than happy to help them with it, sneezing all the while.

CW: Explicit sexual content, pollen allergies, sexually-induced sneezing, masturbation / walking in on someone, T4T sex, mess, the slightest bit of angst near the end.

(character introduction post)

Funky formatting because I'm posting from my doc on mobile 😅

“And remember, I expect these essays to be done by Friday at 11:59 PM. Late work will not be accepted,” Sacha’s professor explained, “You are dismissed.”

Sacha hurriedly packed her laptop into its case and darted out the door. The weather in the courtyard was beautiful, and she had been eager to study outside for hours.

Gentle sunlight filtered through the golden oak tree in the center of the lawn, giving the atmosphere a dreamlike feeling. With each soft breeze, pollen floated lazily through the air.

The demon was far too immersed in their work to notice the allergen– that was, until an itching sensation suddenly pricked their nose.

She scrubbed her nostrils determinedly against the tickle, but each shifting motion seemed to amplify the feeling. There was no way in Heaven that sneeze would go away.

‘N-No… I can’t sneeze here, everyone will look at me, and-’

“H-Hhehh! Ehh…”

‘-And I don’t have any tissues on me…’

“EH! Gehh.. hh..” Holding a finger to their nose seemed to hold the sneeze at bay at least, but there was no telling how long the trick would last. With each passing moment, she became increasingly aware of the pollen creeping up her nostrils. A stream of snot threatened to leak onto her poised finger.

‘Unless.. Maybe I have something in my bag that would work?’

“HEH! HeHH.. snrff..” The sneeze continued to build, with each second held back guaranteeing an even stronger release. “Hh! HUHH- GeHHH!”

There was no use, the sneezes were coming whether she liked it or not.

“Kt’CH! Hehh- HT’chW! KEt’CH! CH’w!” Sacha desperately pinched her nose, feeling the snot fight against the pressure. The stifles gave no relief from the itch, as the allergen continued to dance inside their nostrils. With each jolting sneeze, their glasses shifted lower down the bridge of their nose. The frames teetered on the tip, tickling just that much more. She didn’t dare adjust them, though. Taking her hand off her nose for even a minute would be disastrous.

As one hand remained grasped around their nose, the other felt around inside their laptop case. After a few (hitch-filled) moments, they noticed a soft cloth-like texture in one of the pockets. She pulled it out for observation.

‘My glasses wipe! But- Do I r-really want to sneeze into a nice microfiber cloth like this?’

“Ehh! AHH- AHT’SHWW! G- GA’shHW! ETch’SHEWW! Hih- HeETCH’SHuwWW!” They didn’t get a chance to consider it before their nose erupted into a messy fit. Snot clung onto the makeshift handkerchief as spit dribbled down their quivering lip. Despite trying to muffle the sound into the cloth, a few other students took notice of the overpowering noise.

“I-I’m not… I’m not fini- IHH! IItc’SHeww! ISHH’UWW! HIht’SChEWW! Finished yet… EH! AhHH- ATSh’CHEWW! Hat’sSCHIEW! S-Sorry!”

Sacha held the wipe to his nose in panic. As his body pitched forward with another sneeze, his glasses finally clattered onto the table with a soft rattle. Her hands shook with the force of the fit and she struggled to close her laptop.

Michelle, crossing the courtyard, suddenly noticed the familiar sound. It was their roommate’s desperate, adorable sneezing. They saw Sacha struggling to pack up and understood the situation immediately.

They leaned in over Sacha’s shoulder, their pointed ears brushing flushed cheeks. Those sharp, shuddering breaths made them weak in the knees. The demon pushed past the feeling to silently close their roommate’s laptop and set everything in their bag.

Sacha could barely make any remarks of gratitude bef- beforehh-

“EHH-Tchh’EW! HATch’SHIEW! Th- Thank… yoUTCH’SHUWW!.. Sngrrfff.. Guh.”

Michelle shielded their flushed face with a brief thumbs-up, before quickly pacing back to their dorm.

They collapsed onto their loft bed and pulled up a sneezing audio on their phone. As the memory of Sacha’s desperate fit replayed in their mind, their hand slowly slipped under their waistband. The demon’s hips rubbed rhythmically to the audio, imagining their roommate pressing her body into theirs and releasing all that spray onto them. They became so immersed in the fantasy and noise that they didn’t notice the approaching footsteps outside.

Through the walls cut a muffled “HRSHHww!” before the sound of the door opening.

Sacha announced her presence with a wet sniffle, before looking up to see her roommate with a palm down their shorts.

“A-Am I… hh- Interrupting something?”

Michelle looked flustered, “Sacha! I thought you had class today?”

“I came back earlier cause s- sehh- something is bothering my nose…”

“I noticed that earlier-”

“EHH’Tshuww! Snff. Sorry. I feel kind of bad ruining your… ‘personal time’ with my grossness.”

“I, um, I actually don't mind. In fact… maybe you can still help me get that satisfaction?”

“You don't mind me snee-eehh- hh- zing?”

Michelle crawled down the ladder, backing towards the futon in the middle of the dorm.

“In fact, I think it makes you extra sexy. Your flushed face, your panting breaths…”

Sacha began to catch onto Michelle’s intentions and sat onto their lap.

“Kind of sounds like someone wants to be my personal tissue, huh?” She began constructing a persona in her mind, imagining what potential a sneeze kink had. She leaned into the crook of their neck and whispered, “Let’s see- iihhf you can take my c-clothes off while I sneeze all over you…”

Her breasts were pressed against Michelle’s chin as they fumble for the first button.

Just as they got a hold of it, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly once more.

“Mmph… I feel it coming, I’m gonna- hhahh- EEhht’chsew! hhET’sheww! AA’shieWW!!” AT’shiewW!”

A layer of spit and spray fell upon Michelle’s shoulder, and they let out an unapologetic moan.

“It feels so good to just l-let them ouU-SHEWW! Hheet’scHIEW! EehhtshEW!”

As Michelle continued undoing the garment, they revealed a lacy bra underneath. With each hitch, her boobs continued jiggling rhythmically.

“Ghh.. hhh.. I-I came inside to get away from the pollen, but my nose still itches so b-bahhh- AEt’cheww! EEhtshew! hheRSHWW!”

She sneezed downward and snot dribbled onto her chest.

Curious what might be bothering her, Michelle began caressing her boobs and grinding against her crotch.

“Does this make the tickle any worse?”

With each sensation of pleasure, the feeling in her nose grew.

“Y-yeahhh… huff.. hh.. It feels so good, but I really- h-have to-”

Michelle placed a finger under her nose.

“Looks like I’m in control now. You can sneeze when I tell you.”

“Nghh! e-ehh! You little- heHH!” Sacha could barely get a word out without fighting her urge to sneeze. All the while, her cock began throbbing with pleasure.

Feeling the tent in her skirt, Michelle slipped both their undergarments off. They crawled on top of her while keeping their finger poised.

“Holding back so well, huh? You can barely get a word out!”

“P-Please, I need to- to-”

Michelle slid their finger away, tickling her nostrils just slightly.

“ASHH’chEWW! hhu’SHIEW!! heh- hheh! hhET’SHUWW!”

She sprayed all over Michelle’s hands.

Still shaking from the force of the fit, she pinned Michelle onto their back, grinding her cock against their pussy.

“Now you can be my tissue and my fleshlight.”

Her cock pulsed in rhythm with the tickle in her nose– the sensations of pressure and itchiness overwhelmed her senses.

“nhh- Nghh!” Michelle whimpered with each thrust, almost drooling from excitement, “You gonna sneeze on me or not?”

Her roommate’s banter made her even more flustered and ticklish.

“Hh- aaHHHhh.. Eahh–! Huhh- I-Ihht’s… It’s s-stuck…” Sacha desperately scrunched her nose with a wet squelch.

Michelle leaned forward and slipped their hands around Sacha’s cock, still rocking against it. “Does this help?”

The feeling of Michelle’s touch sent her overboard. “Hhmph- ngh! EE’tscheww! Aet’shww! AH- AHttchew! hHA’schww!” Snot and cum shot out of her simultaneously as her orgasmic moans mixed with hitching breaths, “Ehh- I c-cant- ASHH’ww! snrff.. hheACHuww! Can’t stop- hhURR’SHEWW! hat’schUWW!!” T’chhxxt! Chhxt! CHnxgt!! heh- HEAsshuww!”

Michelle shifted to the edge of the folded-out futon. “I’ll grab you some toilet paper to blow your nose.”

Moments later, the demon re-emerged from the bathroom with a full roll of makeshift tissues.

They sat down onto Sacha’s lap once more, caressing her nose with a bunched-up mass of paper. They wiped at the stream of snot and spit dribbling down their face.

“Go on, blow.”

Before she got a chance to, another bout of sneezes tore through her– “ahh- Eh- hh! HHURrr’sghww! Ah-AHHT’shggwww! eehhhAETCHSHYWW!”

The tissue was immediately soaked through, coating Michelle’s hand with a thin layer of warm mucus.

“You know what?” they thought, still reeling from arousal, “I think it’d be best for you to just hose down in the shower. It seems like me being all handsy is just making it worse.”

“sNhh?” She sniffed inquisitively.

“Well, the funny thing is, some people sneeze more when aroused. Like…”

They traced a finger along her inner thigh–

“hhUErrshEWW!”

“...That.”

Sacha’s face flushed in a sort of embarrassed realization.

“If you wanna shower, I’ll change the bedding and make some popcorn. We can watch trashy reality shows, yeah?”

Their roommate nodded eagerly, now holding the toilet paper up to her nose.

As they were changing into a clean pair of underwear and a loose shirt, Michelle overheard a mixture of sneezing and water pattering through the wall.

Slowly, though, the sneezes dissipated and eventually Sacha came out wrapped in a towel.

“I even laid out clothes for ya, because I’m the best friend ever,” they gestured toward a pile of clothes sitting on Sacha’s dresser.

“Friend?” She looked confused for a moment.

Michelle’s face turned red, realizing that their relationship was slightly more complicated now.

Dodging the question, they pointed out,

“Just- I mean- Hey, they added My Strange Addiction to Halo!”

Sacha sighed and collapsed onto the Futon with them, lost more in her thoughts than the show. Maybe the relationship didn’t need any strict definition. Maybe they just had different outlooks on these kinds of things. Maybe it was fine for them to have different viewpoints on relationships, if it wasn’t anything serious anyways.

“Holy shit, apparently this girl drinks gasoline. That can’t be real. This is like peak insane reality bullshit. I gotta see this.”

Maybe they were just roommates, nothing more.

[ordonianhero]

What’s blue and itchy?

(I am sorry if I make wording or spelling mistakes, don’t @ me about it. I am having a shit Day. So let it go, I just need to write out this cute scenario)

I dedicate this to my good friend @thankyourluckystars13



Wind is happily skipping long the beach side with Warrior and Wild trailing behind. He is always excited whenever they land in an environment a lot like his own era. The warm sand feel nice again his bare feet, the salty spray from the wind in the air. The sound of the seagulls crying above and waves crashing onto shore. The warm sun beating down on them and kissing their skin that wasn’t covered. The Champion had his slate out taking picture of basically thing that caught his eyes. Where the Captain was just happily feeling relaxed, but also to keep the youth from running off too far from their party. Who decided to make camp early before venturing on. The portal had dropped them off in this beach not more then a hour ago. In the last place they were fighting massive hordes of monsters, so it was nice to just take a moment and rest. Before moving on. Though the excitable young sailor was about being near the water and on a sand beach, which sand were soft and porcelain white. Almost blinding to be there. The Veteran was not exactly thrilled. He resorted to be sort of snappy, to which the Smithy chose to keep him company. Time and Twilight were more then happy to do some fishing for a meal for the group. Hyrule was building a sand castle using whatever was around their camp. Sky took it as a day to just rest under the shade of a palm tree hanging over the beach.

As they made their way down the beach, Wild spotted something blue colored and ran over, snapping a picture. He then squatted down to inspected it more closely. He sure wasn’t a chu. It had ribbon like tentacles, can’t be a octo. What was this odd, liquidy creature. He slowly reach out to poke it, till he was startled by a voice.

“Don’t touch it! It maybe dangerous.”

The Champion turned his head to see whose voice it was. Spotting Wind and Warrior, running towards him, his finger still outreached towards the strange thing. The two stopping beside him as he turned his attention back to the odd thing. Sailor squats next to Wild as the Captain not wanting to get too close, his hand ready to grab his sword if needed. “We dont know what it is, it could be poisonous.” Came a concerned tone from the Captain. Who all ready didn’t like the look of the thing.

“Tsc.” Snorted Wild. “You and the Vet are one in the same, never want to explore thing.”

“Are not. The Vet has his reasons as I do. If the old man was here, he would be saying the same thing.” Stated the Captain.

Wind, not paying any attention to their little disagreement, proceeded to poke it. It jiggled a lot like jelly. Staring at the clear and deep blue color of it. It felt slimy to the touch.

“For the love of the three golden goddesses, what did I just say?!” Groaned the Captain, rubbing his face. Causing the Champion to giggle and then poked it too.

What am I going to do with these youths?

He sighed and looked down at the strange creature. Watching as the two talk among themselves about it, he took notice it contained no eyes. Over all it looked like a chu, with tentacles, with half its color drained. Normally when one runs across brightly colored creature or monster, it can be consider dangerous. For it could be poisonous. It also looked as though it has not teeth. How does this thing eat? After a while he chose to crouch down beside the two youth, to inspected it better along with them. “So any gander what it is Sailor?” Asked the Captain, interrupting their little discussion. Wind Looked at him and then smiled big, his mouth opened and oh was the Captain going to get an oceanographer of what this gross jelly blob is. Wild being excitedly ready to hear what it is.

“It’s a Velella Velella, or how us sailors out to sea call them ‘by-the-wind sailors.’ They rely on the wind and currents to move around with their sails. There must of been a storm recently and so that’s why it got beached.” Sailer spoke excitedly. Oh and if the Captain though he was done talking. Oh, NOPE! He wasn’t done. “They generally eat plankton, by using their tentacles. They carry toxins only harmful to the prey they catch, so they aren’t poisonous to us. Sure they can sting us, but nothing too bad. It’s best to avoid touching your face or eyes after touching them though. Whoop. Should of thought of that before we poked it.” He giggled as he turned to the Champion.

Captain just Face palmed. He sighed a long sigh and responded, “what happened to you if you do? Just in case you both forget.”

“Well it depends on the person, but for the most part. You become itchy.” Wind stated with a deadpan look.

“Fantastic.” Groaned the Captain. “Well lets avoid touching yourselves and anyone else, till we can get that off your hands.”

Wild and Sailor both looked back at each other and then back at the captain with sly grins. Oh he should of known. They started inching closer, causing the captain to loose his footing, falling back into the sand. The warmth of the sun heating it up could be felt through his tunic. They giggled as he frantically attempted to get away. Kicking up sand, and a chase ensued.

——————-

Hyrule and Legend were busy trying to be very quiet as they were burying Sky in the Sand. Still sleeping. Four had turned to reading. Time and Twilight nearing the end of gathering up fish for a meal later on, when they all turned to the sound (minus sky who is dead to the world) of the Captain screaming for mercy. Followed by the two gremlins, hands reach out in front of them, cackling. Warriors running toward the direction of Traveler,Vet, and Sky. Leaping over Sky, past the other two, past Smithy, then rounding towards the Old man and Rancher. For help? For what? He in mid run and hop was attempting to rip his boots off and chucking it at the two. Missing and then running into the water, scaring off what fish that were near.

“What in din name-“ came the veteran’s questioned tone.

“They have itchy, don’t you freaking think about it you….” Warrior’s terrified voice as he inched closer to the old man. “Oi! Ranch, call off the champion.”

“Nah, you have fun with that. I have no intention to get itchy, whatever it is.” Chuckled the Ranch hand. “He’s your problem now.”

Time chuckled as he saw the shock and face of betrayal, as a gasp came out of the Captain’s mouth.

“I will do you laundry for a week, no three weeks…call him off.”

“nope. Got to make a better offer then doing my laundry princess.”

“Uh…..Uh….I will stop making dog puns for a month. No a year!” Squealed the Captain as the lads Inched closer.

Twilight and Time looked at each other then back at him. Wild and Wind inching ever closer.

“Fine. Cub. Enough. Sailor, you too.” Sighed the Ranch hand, then chuckling.

Champion and Sailor looking deflated. “Fine.” they said in unison, both looking at each other both now plotting revenge now on the Twilight. Time catching on. Waiting. Sensing. The Two turn like they were to leave the water, but then high tailing after The rancher who gave a scream, dropping his pole in the water and bolting. Time was in reach and dropped the pole and grabbing the two youth. “You have had you fun, now go find a way to get whatever you touched off your hands. You can torment later.” He said in a stern tone. He wasn’t one to stop pranks, but some pranks aren’t worth causing discomfort to anyone else. They coward. He let them go as they went off to go get the stuff off their hands. Twilight slowly returning, picking up his rod. Old man doing the Same. The Captain, letting out a sigh.

“Thanks.”

He saw a small smirk on the old man face. His inner gremlin showing. “Good thing you’re quick on your feet. Pup hand me your rod, thing we’re good on fish.”

Warriors not catching on. Rancher did. He handed over his rod to the old man. Then removing his under shirt and also handing it over. The Captain looking ever more confused. Twilight inched more into the water, sidling closer to the Captain. “Mmm, would be a shame of they had caught you. Be itchy all night.”

“Hu?” Came a puzzled response from the captain as he looked at the Rancher whose hands were behind his head and giving a toothy smirk. Then a light went off. Ooooh no. Before he had a chance to get away he is tackled into the water by the rancher. They both popping back up. Sea weed hanging from their head and shoulder, as they blew water out of their face. The rancher then let out a booming laughter. The Captain glaring, which then turned to him smirking and splashing the the Rancher. Who returned a splash back. Both laughing. Which then was followed by Sailor and Wind joining in (after they mange to wash off the itchy toxin).

Ah what a relaxing day it is on the beach. Ending with Wild taking the fish that was caught and making seafood meunère, with some mushroom risotto. Just as the most beautiful sunset painted the sky.

-fin.

(Artist, feel free to do art of this if it inspires you. Also I am sorry if it isn’t perfect. Having a hard time writing and wanted to write something comforting. I have another story I am working on that a Birthday gift for a friend. So I hope this was okay and you like it. Thank you for reading)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Is gojo truly selfless? Most people think he does it for an ulterior motive and for his personal beneficial reasons & it’s kinda calculated. Like he can gain benefit out of it exp: saving yuuji from execution and saving megumi from his clan, to make his vision/dream of transforming the jujutsu society come true. So it’s kinda selfish more or less?

see . the thing about gojo is that he’s constantly walking on the fine line between ’extremely selfless’ and ’extremely selfish.’ the reason i often call him selfless is specifically in regards to how i see him acting when he’s in love — i think that if gojo loves you, what’s most comfortable for him is to distance himself from you and watch you be happy with someone else. even if it it irks at him. he would do it because he believes it’s best for the both of you.

but you could also make an argument that it’s very selfish because he’s ignoring what he feels for you and what you feel for him, making a decision that’s less paralyzing for him but making it for the both of you — etc. that’s kinda why it’s difficult. at some point selflessness and martyrdom spins back to selfishness; but either way i think gojo exists right at the gap between them. he's an extreme case.

relationship aside though, i’d call canon gojo selfless for very similar reasons — because his entire goal centers around the idea of everyone leaving him behind. i agree that gojo is calculative, and that both saving megumi and yuuji was apart of his dream to nurture powerful allies, but i also think you’re ignoring an extremely important part of gojo’s character by implying that’s all it was. gojo’s main character motivation is the preservation of youth — and another point that’s important to him is personal autonomy. he wants kids to be kids, and he wants people to get to choose how they live their lives. both of these motivations are more important to him than his selfless/selfish dream of being surpassed.

so, basically — i think gojo is very logical and calculative at his core, and he doesn’t do what he does out of the kindness of his heart — he does it because it’s important to him. protecting youth is important to him. being a mentor is important to him. he does what he does for himself which could be called selfish, but he also deliberately does things that bring him more pain, and more isolation, which could be called selfless. so it’s tough. overall i think it’s wrong to treat gojo like a saint but also wrong to treat him like some mastermind — gojo does what he wants, and he mostly wants things that are good.

[sesamestreep]

“requiem for methuselah” crazy ass episode for many reasons. Kirk is being fully insane, like I don’t actually think, even controlling for how quickly and easily and readily he seems to fall in love with anybody at the slightest encouragement, that he’d go that bonkers for that android woman he just met while everyone on the ship was this close to dying, but that’s neither here nor there, because in the background you’ve got an equally but much more subtly insane episode for Spock, who extremely uncharacteristically admits to experiencing an emotion (or nearly experiencing, whatever) and that emotion is ENVY of all things. And then spends the rest of the episode warning Kirk away from this new love interest (something that doesn’t usually happen, even when Kirk has very inadvisable love interests) and is, in the end, the person who accurately identifies that Rayna’s competing love for Kirk and Flint is ultimately what overwhelms and destroys her with the most killer line in maybe history???

And then to wrap it up we get an equally uncharacteristic sort of denouement scene (TOS loooves to cut an episode off right after the actual climax, leaving little time for falling action or character reflection, or to stick a sitcom-y button on the end where the gang all smiles and laughs at their misadventures and everything resets to zero, which is not a criticism, it’s just the style of that era of tv, honestly) where Kirk is literally miserable over Rayna’s death (again, kind of unusual for a lot of his love interests, he tends to be able to move on pretty quickly) and Spock goes to see him and he falls asleep right in front of Spock (also odd) and then when Bones comes in to give the final word on Flint, Spock waves him off from waking the Captain (tender) and Bones gives him that awful speech about how it’s sadder that Spock can’t even imagine the love Kirk felt for this random android woman than it is that Kirk lost her in the first place (debatable but also rude) and how his great tragedy is that he can’t love at all like they can and how all he wishes is that Kirk could forget about all of this and move on. AND THEN, to have Bones leave and Spock go over to Kirk and very gently, tenderly, reluctantly touch him and put his hand to his forehead and tell him to forget and HAVE THAT BE THE END OF THE EPISODE??? What am I supposed to do with that??

[angelsdean]

seeing ppl reblog a “shitpost” where dean homophobically rejects Cas in the confession not realizing it’s literally from w* / destiel haters who think dean doesn’t give af abt Cas and would actually do that. like yea I don’t expect ppl to vet blogs but like, I saw it and immediately got a Vibe from it and was right