#stories to tell. to hear. things to see. things to share

[isabelckl]

high school best friend!ellie headcanons — who sometimes made you feel like you two could be something

# ellie who you didn’t even notice at first—quiet in class, either asleep on her desk, sketching something or zoning out on her own when she's not with her group of friends.

# ellie who started talking to you after you helped her understand something in class, and then just kept finding reasons to come back.

# ellie who started walking home with you after that, separating from her group of friends like it was nothing—like choosing you was the easiest decision she’d ever made.

# ellie who was soft-spoken with everyone else, but loud and animated when she was with her friends—and then, with you too.

# ellie who always fixed your hair without asking, complimented your hair more often than anyone ever had, always casual but never careless.

# ellie who would say no to a plan—until she found out you were going, then she’d say, “I’ll come if you’re going.”

# ellie who noticed every time you disappeared from the group and would look for you until she found you.

# ellie who you slowed your steps for on purpose, just to see if she’d notice you weren’t beside her. she did. you smiled to yourself as she looked around with this slight panic, finding you in the crowd like the idea of losing you even for a second was unacceptable.

# ellie who stared like she didn’t care if you noticed—and made you the one who always had to look away.

# ellie who shared her umbrella with you but held it so far over your side that she ended up getting soaked.

# ellie who once you avoided—broke the silence by sitting beside you again and saying, “you don’t tell me stories anymore.” she noticed everything, even the things you didn’t say.

# ellie who you caught staring again, only this time she looked away fast—and for some reason, that rattled you more than all the times she didn’t.

# ellie who always got quiet when it was time for you to go, eyes soft, asking, “already?”

# ellie who always asked you to come with her to the bathroom or walk with her to the store, even if you were doing something. like you were her default person. her favorite.

# ellie who—one afternoon when your dad came to pick you up—you were scared to look back at while walking to the car, afraid she wouldn’t be looking. but when you did, there she was. half-turned, walking backward down the road, watching you as you went. like she couldn’t help it.

# ellie who sat near you in class and stared like she was trying to memorize the shape of your face.

# ellie who looked at you even when you weren’t talking, even when you weren’t doing anything at all.

# ellie who played with your hair or your earrings or the threads on your sleeve, like being near you wasn’t quite enough.

# ellie who would let you draw silly doodles on her arm during class, never pulling away—just watching with this small smile like she’d wear whatever you gave her.

# ellie who always came to you for help in class—because you were the only one who could explain things in a way she actually understood, and maybe, because she just liked being near you too.

# ellie who would text you every time you missed a group hangout, just a simple “why aren’t you here?” like your absence made everything feel slightly off.

# ellie who once let you spoil an entire movie on the walk home and didn’t stop you, like hearing it from you was better than watching it herself.

# ellie who would quietly come stand beside you when you were busy, not saying a word—just waiting for you to notice her. like a little baby who didn’t know how else to ask for your attention.

# ellie who you could trade movie recommendations with for hours, who’d listen to you talk about yours with stars in her eyes—and when it was her turn, she’d shyly admit what she thought, like her opinion might ruin the moment.

# ellie who would always glance at you whenever someone teased her about another girl—and when you didn’t say anything, she’d quietly sit beside you like a toddler getting scolded, like she knew she’d done something wrong.

# ellie who tried to act cool during games, but couldn’t help the way her smile grew the second she heard you cheering from the sidelines.

# ellie who always dodged the question about who she liked, no matter how many times you answered it yourself—like there was something about the truth she wasn’t ready to hand over.

# ellie who you could talk to for hours without ever running out of things to say—conversation always easy, like you’d been finishing each other’s thoughts in another lifetime.

# ellie who would always reassure you when you doubted yourself, looking at you like you were already everything. “i’m your number one fan,” she’d say—and you believed her.

# ellie who would follow you anywhere, no questions asked—even when you told her to skip class with you. she’d grumble a little, but she’d still show up beside you, like she couldn’t help but go where you went.

# ellie who always had that look in her eyes whenever you were with someone else.

# ellie who’d run with you down the hallways after every exam, laughing breathlessly, already throwing out plans like, “wanna hang out after this?” before you even caught your breath.

# ellie who’d text or ask every single day during summer break, “when are you coming home?” like she couldn’t settle without knowing when she’d see you again.

# ellie who you hugged tight on graduation night, not wanting to let go just yet—who you drove around town with after, windows down, music loud, like if you kept driving, maybe nothing had to end.

[adaginy]

Almost everyone's shadow is just a little bit, you know. Human shadows, that is. Inanimate object shadows are flat, plant shadows are flat. Animal shadows are all pretty flat, as far as anyone's found, but we don't know if that's because their shadows don't eat or if that's because they don't feed them.

But human shadows, of course, you can't watch your kid every minute, and how do you teach a kid to be a good person who helps others but also not to feed this creature begging and begging? And you can't watch them every minute. Plus teenage dares.

I don't think I've seen any human shadows more flat than, mm, a slime mold or something. It doesn't necessarily weigh anything, at that point, but it looks like a film on the sidewalk or grass behind you.

I was unsupervised a lot as a kid. Not like a latchkey kid, trusted to be independent, just... I wouldn't say neglected, but when my shadow looked like a faded portrait in fancy embroidery by 4th grade, some phone calls were made. The man who picked me up from those offices downtown said he was my mom's cousin, but I remember her pointing to my widow's peak and saying allll the men in her family had that. He didn't.

I thought my shadow was beautiful.

No-one else can hear your shadow, but it turns out when yours is as developed as mine was, they can see the lips move. Every one says theirs is all "feed me, I want fooood, I WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE." I say my shadow is too. Really, mine asks politely whether I could share.

I usually do share. Not a lot. It's such a small request, you know?

I was barely into high school, newly 14, with a shadow starting to resemble one of those wax statues -- not one of the really good ones, maybe one of the ones that ends up in the news for not looking like the person at all, but still a lot more shadow than most people -- when I started wondering, you know, what really happens. They tell you that it'll become like a mirror, and they say it really sternly in the same voice they use to say "don't drink and drive" or "don't hang out with those kids," like mirrors are dangerous and we don't have them in our homes and cars and bathrooms.

And I started wondering if anyone had seen it be a problem. Asked questions. I probably thought I was being subtle but, again, a shadow already 3 or 4 inches deep, people probably knew why I was asking. Sometimes you're the last to know. But I asked around, mostly got "my friend's brother's ex-girlfriend's dad" stories with no real ending; they'd say he fed it and then not say what happened to him. They shrugged, they didn't know, they don't know the guy, he's just their friend's brother's ex-girlfriend's dad. I lurked in the library, felt like everyone was looking at my big shadow being cast on the books about shadows. Tried searching online but that was a waste of time. About equal parts "Top ten things you should NEVER feed your shadow!!" (eggs, for some reason??) and "25 tips for keeping your child from feeding their shadow," both in that same breathless clickbait tone. Some conspiracies about how fast shadows grow "these days," that no-one wanted to feed theirs back in the day, or that they didn't even eat. Some fetish stuff.

One page saying that, if you wanted to feed it, and were asking whether you should feed it, "you already know the answer." I'd never really wondered if I should, what answer was I supposed to know, here?

I didn't find an answer to my original question. But I did notice that it was always adults saying not to, adults talking to other adults about keeping kids from it. There weren't any adults talking about how they had a huge shadow they regretted. I think that was enough of an answer.

I shared a lot less in high school, though. Apologizing the whole time. I think I knew in my heart of hearts what was happening and I didn't want anyone else to see, not in high school.

Bless my guidance counselor, man, I told him that my family situation was a mess and I didn't have time or money for college, and asked how could I get out ASAP (military wouldn't have been an option even if I'd wanted it; they won't let you enlist if your shadow has color or is more than 1.5 inches deep). He asked if I had my driver's license, how I felt about people in general, if I could pass a drug test, and if my weekends were free, and gave me a CDL learner permit study guide and said he'd make a call.

I think he was glad to get an easy point into the school's statistics about graduates with good jobs. Under 21 you can't truck state to state, but this is a big-enough state, and if I had a plan I could be pretty sure I'd turn 21 eventually.

So most of my senior year weekends were spent in CDL training or riding shotgun in big rigs while the driver talked about road safety, maintenance maintenance maintenance, life on the road. My favorite was this older lady, who told me to read every contract and do my own math on pay and terms to avoid getting fucked over, and to take care of my teeth and body ("an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and a bag of 'em is cheap and won't rot in a hot cab"), and she told me that truckers wouldn't care about my shadow and that some even fed theirs on purpose to have a ride-along buddy. I asked why she didn't -- she had one of those thin shadows, a mottled grey layer a millimeter deep -- and she looked at me and my shadow a while before answering.

She had fed her shadow. All the way up.

"What happens??? I've been trying to find out and nobody will tell me!"

She paused again. I think time on the road does that, makes you okay with long pauses, really long pauses, losing track of how long they are. But she said, eventually, that she wouldn't tell me. That I probably knew, deep down, but that if you crack open an egg early that just kills the bird inside instead of helping it along, and I had to figure that out and make the decision myself. But, she said, she would answer my next question she knew was coming: This was her shadow's shadow; that's why it was so thin. A new start.

I think she's wrong. Not about killing birds, but about telling people what happens. If we're gonna use a hatching analogy, I think telling you what happens is more like Mama Bird chirping at the edge of the nest, so the babies can hear even before they're hatched.

The day I got my CDL, I ordered pizza in my little one-room sublet. We shared, right down the middle.

It took more than half a pizza to catch up, to start growing again. I still had a little school left but it wouldn't matter. I could feed my shadow now and I'd be out by the time it really started to get obvious.

It turns out that a shadow doesn't reflect what you look like. Folks know that now, now that people are being more open about having fed it, being more willing to feed it, saying it's normal to feed it if you want. It reflects who you are. Not in some stupid "mean people are ugly" way. But angry or sneaky people get that face, I guess.

Maybe that's why some of the most obnoxious people still make such hay about not feeding theirs. They say it's because they have superior discipline and willpower and whatever, but maybe they know their faces would show up as literal assholes.

And, well. Maybe deep down I had known how mine would look.

One day I looked at my shadow and felt right. Then it felt instinctive: I put a light directly behind myself so my front was in shadow. My front was my shadow. My shadow was me.

I was right about my shadow, back then. She was beautiful. Now I'm beautiful. I'm her.

(And I don't have a widow's peak anymore, either.)

Text: You aren’t supposed to feed your shadow, no matter how much it begs. Share enough meals and it will grow more and more substantial, until you may as well be looking in a mirror.

[conelluwrites]

Rotted Out With Flies

Soldier 005 x F!Reader x Soldier 007

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Reader is a soldier not a player (the world isn't ready for a fic like that /j), spitroasting, creampie, forced swallowing, one instance of degradation (slut, whore), reader is number 009, reader doesn't finish lol

Other: I love these freaks I fear... I gave them names (Lee Jong-il for 005 and Park Chi-won for 007) and some standard personalities. Because this is my first time writing for what are basically OCs at this point, their personalities may change if I write for them again. Not posted on Ao3 cause I couldnt find a good relationship tag for it ahah... Back to requests <3!!

Keep to herself, don’t even glance at anyone else, do her job and do it well, and go home afterwards.  That’s what she did, every day in her damn jumpsuit felt like a year- but who is she to complain?  She was offered the job, she took it, end of story.  So what the fuck did she do to draw in their attention?  She can feel the stares of numbers 005 and 007 on her, can feel their hands ‘accidentally’ brushing by her hips and waist, can practically feel their breath when they lean in to whisper disgusting, vile things to her.  And the worst part is that she doesn’t quite hate the attention.  Sure when it started it made her recoil, but now it gives her something to look forward to in the lull between games.  And don’t get her wrong, she still doesn’t do anything to draw in their attention, but she’s began to touch them back, to whisper back, to- to- to

“Hey.”  She jumps slightly when she hears the voice of 007 behind her, his hand rubbing the small of her back.  She doesn't give an immediate response, instead she continues walking.  “Don’t be so cold.”

“She’s just playin’ hard to get.”  The voice of 005 enters her other ear, she can hear the smirk as he talks and enters her personal space so that she’s more or less forced on the path they choose for her.  “Ain’t you, such a cute lil thing…”

She doesn’t put up any hint of resistance as they lead her away, but she stays quiet.

Thye lead her through the hallways, up and down stairs, and then finally they reach a small room.  It reeks of putrid, rancid blood.

“Such a good thing, comin’ here without even fighting.” 007 praises, moving to stand in front of her.  He lets out an audible breath, clearly excited at the chance to be alone- er… mostly alone with 009.  He slips her hood off, tsking when she grips his wrist.  “Don’t try to fight back now, not when we’re so close to the prize.”  They stare at each other before her hand loosens and falls back to her side as 005 rubs soothing circles on her back.  He tugs her mask off, then tugs at the balaclava until he exposes her hair and face.

A whistle leaves both of the soldiers, a low laugh escaping 005 as she leans in to rest his chin on her shoulder.  “Pretty thing, all ours.”

“Names.  I need them.”  She says, trying to sound more in control than she actually is.  Her voice wavers only slightly.  “I’m not going further without them.”

Her voice makes them both laugh, slightly distorted by the masks they’re forced to wear.  She’s just such a sweet thing.  For a moment they just stare at her before looking at each other and shrugging.  They shouldn’t give out their names, but they also shouldn’t have her down here and definitely shouldn’t be thinking of wrecking her body.

“Lee Jong-il.” 005 says, nodding his head over to 007. “Tell her your name, man, it’ll make things easier for us all.”

“I’m Park Chi-won.” 007 responds before patting her face condescendingly.  He leans down until she has no choice but to focus her eyes on his through his mask.  “And yours?  C’mon now, don’t leave us hanging, number 009.”

She shares her name, shrinking away only slightly from Chi-won’s overwhelming presence.  Her attempts amuse him greatly, keeping his hand on her face.  The latex of his gloved thumb rubs against her cheek in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant.  “Masks off.  You see me, it’s only fair if I see you.”

They both pause their gentle motions, the air thickening with tension before Chi-won sighs heavily and pulls his hand away.  He hesitates before pulling his hood down, removing his mask, and tugging his balaclava down.  Jong-il follows afterwards, tossing his mask aside and then immediately nuzzling his nose right below her ear.  He slides the hand from her back to her abdomen, pulling her close to his chest. He’s more than content in the moment until Chi-won speaks up, rolling his eyes at the display, “No time for that, we gotta work fast.  Maybe the girl will let us take her out after the games.”

“‘The girl’.” She scoffs.  But she goes ignored as Jong-il reluctantly pulls away from her.

“Number 007- Chi-won- is right, we got things we need to get done here.  See, you’ve let us touch up on you, let us whisper those filthy, rotten things to you, and you’ve never done shit to stop us.  You want this, don’t you?”

“Of course she does, dude.  She’s probably a loose slut out there.”

Jong-il snaps his gaze to Chi-won giving him a quiet warning.  As much as he wants to degrade the woman, he knows he can’t immediately go around calling her a whore. “As I was saying…  We brought you down here for some fun, baby girl.  You’ll get something out of it too, we aren’t that selfish.”

She rolls her eyes.  Of fucking course.  She wasn’t stupid, far from it, so she saw this coming from a mile away especially when their whispered filth got more pointed and explicit.  “Yeah, whatever.  Let’s just be quick.”

Both the soldiers enjoy her response, caging her in as they touch, grope, and rub her sides before one of them unzips her jumpsuit to touch her more directly.  The latex of their gloves skips around her skin as they both rub her nipples until they harden into sensitive peaks.  Jong-il buries his face in her neck, biting at the tugged down balaclava while Chi-won keeps his gaze on her face.  One of Chi-won’s hands slides over the expanse of her stomach and down to her panties.  He can feel the heat of her cunt even through his glove.  It’s the sign he was looking for.

“Hands and knees, now.”  Chi-won says sharply, stepping away and tapping on Jong-il’s arm to get his attention.  “It won’t be comfortable but, eh, who gives a fuck.   Doubt either of us will last long.”

She whines at the loss of contact, barely registering the fact that the two soldiers are unzipping and freeing their cocks.  She strips her own pink jumpsuit off and allows it to crumble on the floor.  She’s immediately cold, but she can/t bring herself to care too much as her knees make contact with the hard, uncomfortable ground.  She looks up at the pair, pulling back slightly as they both stroke themselves to her sweet body and exposing position.  Jong-il nods to Chi-won and gets behind the woman, groaning softly as he spreads her to see her glistening folds.  She’s so wet just from a few touches.

“She good, man?” Chi-won asks, grunting as he stares down at her cute face.

“More than good.”

“Let’s get started then.”

Jong-il grunts as he notches his cock at her entrance, his hips itching to snap forward to bury his cock in her tight heat.  Chi-won, on the other hand, just tilts her chin up and turns her head from side to side while stroking himself.  He could cum just from the way she lolls her tongue out while Jong-il does shallow thrusts- just enough to push his sensitive head into her sweet cunt.

“Want my cock, huh?  You want to suck me off?”  Chi-won asks, smirking when she nods and looks up at him with those damn pretty eyes.  He taps her chin and laughs when she opens her mouth.  He doesn’t waste time, holding onto his cock until his head rests on her tongue and then he curls his fingers up into her hair.  His eyes roll back as he shallowly thrusts his hips, fucking her face in small strokes.  He looks at Jong-il and nods, giving him the go ahead to fuck her cunt.

He lets out a low groan when he bottoms out.  He holds himself there, his cock pulsing inside her gummy walls.  She makes a soft noise around Chi-won’s cock, vibrating his sensitive flesh.  It makes his hips stutter before he starts to fuck her face with deeper thrusts, ignoring the way she recoils from the intrusion before she relaxes once more.  Jong-il starts to move, barely pulling away from her heat before burying himself to the hilt again and again.

The room becomes a mess of noises- squelches, gorans, grunts, and moans fill the empty, dead space.  They get more and more desperate, louder and louder until it’s almost deafening as the trio loses themselves.

“Fuck, dude, I’m about to cum this pussy full.” Jong-il strains out, his cock eagerly throbbing deep within her.

“I’m about to fill her throat up.” Chi-won says, warning the woman between them.

She doesn’t have time to push Chi-won away or attempt to move away from Jong-il as she feels a familiar warmth flood her cunt.  The groan from Jong-il makes her tremble, she’s so close that it’s annoying but she doesn’t trust herself to not lose balance to rub her clit.  She whimpers around Chi-won’s dick as Jong-il keeps pumping his hips until he’s spent.  He pulls out, his gloved hand spreading her folds to watch his seed leak from her used pussy.

It doesn’t take long for Chi-won to follow, grunting and holding her head still as he fucks her face shallowly until she feels his bitter, salty cum pulse into her mouth.  She whines around him, earning her a grin as he looks down at her.  His lips are slightly parted as he breathes out, trying to stay quiet for the first time during the entire ordeal.  When he pulls out, he immediately covers her mouth and holds her nose closed.  “Swallow.”  He demands simply, nodding as he watches her throat move to swallow down his cum.

Jong-il is already redressed fully, his mask in place as he taps his foot impatiently.  Chi-won joins his side when he trusts himself to move away fully from the girl who’s coughing and sputtering.  “We gotta get going, man.  Hurry up.”

The woman hastily tugs on her jumpsuit, trying to ignore the way her pussy leaks seed into her panties as she stands on shaky legs.  She has to hold onto the pair of soldiers or she fears she’ll fall.  She walks between Jong-il and Chi-won.  “Maybe next time we can take you in a hotel room rather than this dingy shit, eh?” Chi-won offers, “know you didn’t come, baby girl.  We’ll make up for it later.”

[violetstark3000]

Accidental Dating🫠

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N) Word count: ~3,200 words Warnings: Fluff, slow burn, humor, some awkwardness, light angst, no smut Summary: When a casual cover story snowballs into a full-blown fake relationship, Y/N and Bucky have to navigate the hilarious chaos of pretending to be a couple — only to discover their feelings aren’t so fake after all. Awkward dinners, accidental hand-holding, and the best kind of slow burn ensue.

A/N: Inspired by all those “fake dating” tropes I adore hope you guys like it!!

The problem started at exactly the wrong time — when Natasha cornered them in the common room with her signature “I’m not asking, I’m telling” tone.

“You two are terrible at subtlety,” she said flatly, arms crossed as she watched Y/N and Bucky sit too close on the couch, pretending to debate which pizza toppings were better. “Stop acting like you don’t know what everyone’s thinking.”

Y/N blinked, a slice of pepperoni halfway to her mouth. “We’re just friends?”

“Sure you are,” Natasha replied with a skeptical smirk. “Except you both have been spotted leaving meetings together, the way you keep disappearing during team dinners, and the way Bucky’s been — wait for it — protective.”

Bucky shot a glance at Y/N, who was doing her best impression of ‘I’m innocent’ but failing spectacularly.

“Fine,” Bucky muttered. “Fake dating it is.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled because, well, Natasha was terrifyingly effective. “We’ll play along. But just until this whole Stark tech briefing is over.”

At first, it was mostly harmless.

They showed up at meetings pretending to share inside jokes. Y/N made a point to lean into Bucky’s space, and he reluctantly let her, only occasionally rolling his eyes at how shameless she was. Wanda teased them endlessly from across the room, and Steve gave his trademark “Cap wave” approval every time he texted Bucky.

But pretending to be a couple had unexpected perks.

No one bothered to ask about Y/N’s past with Hydra anymore. The team’s protective radar seemed to dial down. Even Tony shot a wink their way that was equal parts approval and “don’t mess this up.”

One evening, after a late team dinner at the tower’s kitchen, things got uncomfortably real.

Y/N was supposed to drop a “casual” compliment on Bucky’s choice of jacket, but when she reached for his hand to emphasize her point, she froze. Bucky’s fingers twitched, hesitating before lacing with hers — naturally.

The room blurred for a second. Wanda was smirking knowingly nearby, Natasha was texting something cryptic, and Steve was quietly applauding the move from across the room.

“See?” Natasha said, grinning. “Not so fake, huh?”

The next few days were a mix of accidental touches, lingering glances, and half-hearted protests that “it’s just a cover.” But neither of them could ignore the way their hearts picked up speed when they caught each other watching during training, or how Bucky found himself waking up just a little earlier to make sure Y/N was okay.

One afternoon, while sitting side-by-side on the balcony overlooking the city, Bucky’s usual tough exterior cracked.

“You really don’t have to pretend with me,” he said softly, voice low enough that only Y/N could hear.

She smiled, a little nervous but honest. “Neither do you.”

He looked at her then, eyes warm and steady, and for once, no words were needed.

Fake dating turned real wasn’t something either of them expected — but it was exactly what they needed.

[hybridsnowflake150]

ꜱᴀᴜᴅᴀᴅᴇ (𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓷) ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ.

Pairing: Jingyuan x trailblazer!reader

Description: He yern for a day were he can have you stay in the flagship instead of traveling from planet to planet, but that would be selfish of him to tell you to stop doing what you love so he hope that one day maybe ,even if it a small chance for it to happen, you’ll change your mind and stay with him forever.

Warning: bad grammar, fluff , small agnst, , love at first sight, mutual pinning.

Divider credit: @uzmacchiato

☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・

“ If you continue sighing like a lovesick fool, I can only hope you finish your report, general” a petite woman with pink hair and pinkish-gold eyes grumble looking at the general who is sat with eyes looking as if they are far away. “ ah, divine Fu didn’t see you there” Jingyuan laugh before giving a sombern look at the gift you have left him before continuing your journey to your next destination.

“ General, I’ll be leaving soon but I didn’t want to leave without a proper goodbye so I got you a bonsai tree as a departing gift, I didn’t know what exactly to give you so I ask Dan heng for help I hope you accept it” you outstretched your arms, bonsai tree in you possession, and smile at Jingyuan before looking at your companion for some guide given that the recipient look surprised and have get to say anything.

Seen this he general chuckle before accepting the gift “ thank you I will cherish this gift forever, my dear friend”

Jingyuan sigh before glancing at the mountain of report he haven’t even touched, daydreaming of the day you’ll come back and give you his gift ; a tassel red in color like his ribbon, lion carved bead at knot and hanging love peas symbolizing his love and longing for you. “ How cruel my dear friend, you came and help the Xiangzhou wanting nothing in return but to help, you keep me companies on lonely nights sharing your wonders of your adventures under the moon with me and listened to me when I try to keep everything hidden” he thought looking at the drawer where he keep the tassel.

“And then we had guard chase us into the contaminated area, we thought we lose them and then BAM they are infront of us and and…oh sorry general you must be tired of me glabbering uh” you stop you exciment not hearing your companion who was probably annoyed at you talking his ear off but instead you saw the look of fondness like he was so amused by the story and not the person telling them only to chuckle when you stop.

“no, no continue I like hearing you voice” that comment made your heart race and cheeks heat up but you continue, happy that you weren’t boring the general ,even thought he will never find you boring, seen you happy talking contently was enough for him. He just hope you didn’t have to leave but that would be selfish of him and he was anything but selfish.

“ I’ll finish the report don’t worry Diviner Fu” He waves at her but they both knew that was a lie, the day the general finish his work in time would be the day the Xiangzhou would be in shambles “Oh I hope so” Fu xuan rolled her eyes before storming of leaving the general to his oneself. Out of the room Fu xuan sigh before looking at the floor contemplating and then with a angry look up to the sky she stomps her way out “ (y/n), I think you affected the general more than you think, I don’t know how you haven’t seen the sign; his longing look, that infuriating smile whenever I bring you up like nothing is getting into his head, coming into one hear and leaving the other and it such a botter when I’m trying to notify him of important things but when I say your name his whole demeanor change and he look like a excited puppy when he hear his favorite word” the guards could only see her retreat, her angry complains in the air as she storm out.

“The general loves you” the sudden declaration made your eyes widen and almost choke on the tea given to you by the diviner in front of you “Miss Fu xuan, I think you got the wrong idea!” you insisted but Fu xuan didn’t believe you. “Yeah right, certainly he doesn’t look at you like your his sun; like he didn’t left everything when your companions said they lost you and can’t find you, didn’t protect you from the wrath of a Lord Ravenger, and oh let not forget he got that idiotic lovesick gaze whenever you are visiting, yeah sure” Fu xuan pointed out and before you can counter she stop you “ and you, I don’t know how you still haven’t found out. Do me a favor and do something already! I can’t take it when that scoundrel of a general only ask me about you” seen Fu xuan stress about it you hided your embarrassment behind the porcelain cup, your heart racing and cheeck warm.

Inside the room Jingyuan could hear the muffled voice from Fuxuan before silence fill the air.“ In such a short time you have manage to weasel yourself into my heart and yet you hold it in such tender embrace. I wish you could stay here with me but that shine in your eyes, when you recount your adventure with your companion is something I don’t want to extinguish so I’ll let you be free and when you want, you can return to me ; Xiangzhou will always welcome you, my dearest friend”

“what do you think about settling in a place my dearest friend?” Jingyuan asks you looking at the moon but he didn’t hearded an answer; instead he felted something on his shoulder, turning what he could without disturbing it, he found you have fallen asleep on his shoulder and didn’t heard anything. He just chuckled before raising the cover so you wouldn’t be cold. “ rest my dearest” he whisper, combing your hair and smile knowing that no matter if you decline and said that it wasn’t for you to settled, he will still wait for you if you change your mind.

Far away from the flagship, a train drift in the open expansion of the uuniverse and inside a room there were three trailblazer discussing or more like two embarrassing their companion. “Oh my god! How could you not notice, the general does really like you!” taking you by the shoulders March shakes you and you can only whine “stop it!” you face was burning up, it took a lot of self talking to yourselft so you could gift the bonsai tree, luckily you didn’t let go of it because of your clammy hands. March finally stop shaking you but what your raccon companion said only made you cover your face with a pillow out of embarrassment “ and the way he respond, I’ll cherish this gift my dear friend, with that soft look in his eyes and you said it ,dashing smile, If that is not a clue then I don’t know what is” Stella insinuated wiggling her eyebrow and a smirk on her face “stop it both of you! Out! Out!” both of them giggle; before you can even throw them a pillow like last time ,leaving the room, their laughter and chatter of your embarrassment still heared behind the door before silence is all you heard.

“My god, he really does have a killer smile” you look up from your pillow before trying to fan the heat in your cheeks.

☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・

A/n: little thing about me, I started playing hsr because of Jingyuan and when there are cutscene of him I feel like I'm melting cus UAJAHSVVSJKKA it makes me smile stupid when he's on screen.

[jujuberry136]

Murderbot 1x09, All Systems Red

Murderbot's quipping and conversational skills are put to the test, the GreyCris team makes a re-appearance, plans within plans are attempted, and we're in the penultimate episode that has a longer run time. I cackled, I cried, a good time was had by jujuberry. More behind the cut!

Things I loved:

Minor point, but I love the difference between PresAux and Corporation Rim in terms of outlook. Mensah asks about the probability of success and MB runs its Risk Assessment Module (aka chances of failure)

MB quoting Guarathin's line about eye contact back to him, brilliantly petty

MB casually listening in to Guarathin talking with Mensah in the ship, you can just feel it rolling its eyes (I already told you guys I can hear everything, why do you keep acting surprised?)

Everyone has a crush on Mensah, i'm glad this is canon

"As usually, humans were being hot messes" - that line delivery killed me. Anachronistic and kind of out of place? Yes. Funny? ABSOLUTELY.

Mensah's little recoil when SecUnit was telling GreyCris that its clients didn't realize it was rogue because the PresAux team was too self-absorbed was a great character beat

MB's reveal that it's plan involved killing all of GreyCris with the beacon to keep the PresAux team safe - and that was the only plan it could think of, but a "better" SecUnit might have come up with a better idea ("you get what you pay for")

MB's obsession with Sanctuary Moon yet again gets it in trouble... it really needs to realize that as "premium content" its possible that others will also recognize the names/story beats

I LOVED MB congratulating itself for its great conversational skills as we can clearly see its failing terribly

"Clasp hands?"

"There's a pebble in my boot"

"Yeah, why?" Do you think MB realized it spoke out loud?

Mensah's continued angst about MB needing to defend Sanctuary Moon

We get to see MB offering to help its fellow SecUnits hack their governor modules, hooray!

When MB shared the media with the other SecUnit as a distraction, a nice visual when the file sharing options "Accept Yes/Yes". Nice continuation of how Corproation Rim treats SecUnits (since we also got a scene in the cargo bay)

"My clients are the best clients" gross sobbing, just perfect with that musical theme and the catastrophic failure warning visual

Pacing wise, I do think this one had some issues in context of the larger show's runtime. I feel like the show wanted to have some tension about betrayal in the last episode, but just resolved everything pretty quickly in favor of getting through a LOT of plot. I really enjoyed 1x07, but part of me wonders if we might have been able to re-distribute the beacon plot a bit better across these three episodes.

One more episode to go!

[artsninspo]

"MISSED CALLS 📱" RIO X READER

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

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Author's Note: This is not a drill, this is a real Rio upload LOL. Since the Rio girlies are awake here's an old Rio X Reader draft. Enjoy ❤️

Summary: Rio plays himself when he downplays your position in his life. Instead of lashing out, you get even. After acting out, you both make it up to each other 😉 . This one is 🌶️ Pissed off Rio has entered the chat.

Word-Count: 1.7K

It may be toxic but you love it when he’s mad. When his eyes darken and his patience thins. When he’s focused and ready to strike like a predator. When you’ve managed to fuck up his entire day and keep him on the hook thinking about you. He calls again and you watch the phone ring out as you tan poolside.

“You’re in a good mood” your cousin says, putting her shades on amused by the scene playing out in front of her.

“Mhm” you nod thinking back to the agitation he’s facing right now as he’s cursing your refusal to answer. He’d hurt your feelings a pinch, even though you know him downplaying your significance to him in the company of his associates is a lie. Rio’s feelings are in fact the contrary of the bogus story he told his colleague. Still, it was the principle he’d greatly downplayed your position, making himself out to be just in it for a good time and you, nothing more than someone easy  to pass his time with. The phone rings again and I smile sending an automatic reply. Easy, I’ve been anything but.

“What'd he do?” your cousin asks but you know better than to spill your man's misdeeds.

“Forget that I can be a real headache when I want to be” You smile in response.

“Atta girl” she smiles back.

 You’ve never begged him to be around and none of your antics have been enough to get rid of him. If Rio wants to act like you’re replaceable, well two can play at that game. You watch the kids splash in the pool and smile at the thought of last night's triple date. Your date was tall, Latin and tatted just like him. It’s a dirty game to play but so is pretending to have better things to do.

When you get home after a few days away you see his car parked down the street. You go to get in your house when he steps out glaring like he wants you to get in the car.

“Get in the car” he says exasperated and you turn, wiping the satisfied smile from your  expression. He stands tall glaring and displeased.

“Aren’t you gonna get my door?” You ask standing still before moving in the direction of his vehicle. His jaw clenches before he obliges and you do the same getting in. Climbing in halfway you turn to give him a quick kiss.

“Missed you”  you pout looking him over. It’s the truth and even more satisfying when he can’t decide whether or not to blow up.

“You wouldn’t have to miss me if you answered your phone” he snaps shutting the door. The engine roars and he’s off.

“I was gonna call but I had no time, there were too many people around” you lie and he glares at you. 

“How was your date?” He asks, telling you he’s been keeping tabs. You roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t a date, my cousins just wanted to meet this guy.” you shrug.

“Sitting across from someone and sharing a meal is a date” he snaps.

“Well then I’ve dated a lot” you sigh, earning another glare. 

“Just answer when I call and stop sending me texts. I want to hear your voice” he snaps. “Okay?!” He glares. 

“Ok” you let him have this one. He shakes his head taking a long exhale as he grips the wheel heading in the direction of his place.

“You fucking stress me out more than the job” he mutters as he hit a red light.e opens and closes his legs and you know the tension between us is foreplay for him too. You smile leaning over to give him a few quick kisses.

“I’m sorry” you apologize playing the part of oblivious bimbo with sincere eyes and he nods. His eyes lighten and you know you're back in his good book. It’s a quick turnover, he probably was really scared to lose you.

“You gonna make it up to me?” He asks.

“Of course, how about tickets to the boxing match you were talking about?” you suggest.

“That’s not the kind of thing I want from you,” he says.

“What do you want?” you ask.

“You, for a few days. any and every way” he says with nonchalance. It sparks your excitement but you hide it as best you can, smiling only a little. Maybe that’s what made his throwaway comments so hurtful. The chemistry is too good and anything goes - its not the routine sex of a married couple but of a raunchy affair most times. As long as he treats you well there’s no complaints. But he has fucked up.

“That sounds like a lot,” you mutter avoiding automatic compliance.

“You have a lot to make up for,” he smiles slightly.

“You promise you’re not mad anymore?” you ask with doe eyes.

“No baby, I’m not mad” he concedes and you melt a little looking up into his eyes. He’s putty in your hands.

“I trust you” you mutter as he kisses you hard. Just like that he’s gonna give you all he’s got. He lets himself go. Kissing your neck as he gets us both undressed. His touch is firm and dominant. you’re at his mercy but in very good hands. He’s one of one and our compatibility is special. He knows as well as you that we are all we have if we want this. It’s dangerous to be this vulnerable, for him to lose control when you’re on your knees taking care of him. Having that kind of power over him gets you off and he has the same effect on him. His actions make it known that there’s no replacing him. That you better never even think about it because there’s no one better for me than him as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses you more than usual, kissing you everywhere and when we’re done he props himself up against the headboard letting you  rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Can you stay the night?” you ask hoping his  schedule isn’t demanding.

“Yeah mama, I can stay” he responds and you settle into pulling the blankets up over your body and his. He rests a hand over you to secure your body against his as he reaches for his phone. He spends a few minutes sending off a few messages before setting it down on the nightstand.

“Come on” He says, patting your hip.

“Hmm?” you raise a brow.

“I know you weren’t answering your phone cause you wanted attention, so come on” he says tapping it again. You look up to see a small grin on his lips. “Don’t play innocent baby, you’re too smart for that” he adds and you sit up, sitting beside him. Just like that his focus is on your breasts.

“If I wanted attention wouldn’t I answer?” you ask pulling up the sheet to cover yourself. His attention returns and he raises a brow.

“Not like playing with me would” he says and his intelligence is one of the many reasons I love him. You straddle him and then lower onto his manhood getting the upper hand in moments.

“Maybe I overheard you telling your friends I was nothing, maybe I was upset you were lying” You tell him, grinding with him inside, in  a motion that causes him to crane his head back in pleasure. Eyes closed he holds your hip as you move plain fully slow allowing you both to feel everything.  “You deserved the headache” you add and he takes a breath and holds his head level to look you over. He can’t be angry at you when you give it to him like this. He shakes his head too overcome with pleasure to be angry at your plot.

“Watch your mouth” he warms instead. You tighten your walls around his manhood and he curses.

“Watch yours or I could stop answering forever” you warn and he’s had enough. You pushed and now you’ll pay.

“Forever?” He asks, gripping you hard as he pulls out. It’s a bid for control. You moan at the loss of contact “You’re gonna quit me, forever for saying something we both know isn’t true?” He challenges upset all over again. You try to look away and he forces you to look at him.

“Maybe” you respond in defiance. He lets go pushing you away as he gets out the bed. Now you’ve really done it. Your stomach drops as he rounds to your side of the bed and gets on his knees. It’s a sight as he gets between your legs spreading them around him and french kissing your center. Men like him need power and aren’t afraid to be in submissive positions but not him. Not with you. He gives you everything and you writhe under his intimate kiss,  your body is completely his. It’s his turn to undo you and prove his worth. His turn to make up for his missteps, his turn to take care of you this way. When he’s done you hold him close.

“I’m sorry” he says with your essence all over him. “My people don’t need to know my weakness, you could become a target” he says and you look up to see sincerity.

“I’m not your weakness, I’m your strength and coming after me would be the stupidest fucking thing anyone could ever do.” you smile. “I’m a civilian.” you remind him. “It’d make a lot of noise” 

He takes you to the shower so you can both get cleaned off. He’s left love marks all over you. He suds you up and rinses you off with special care.

“I love you too much to risk anything happening to you” he says stunning you. Your body goes stiff as a board and you search his eyes. This is a first.

“You love me?” you ask.

“I love you” He affirms wrapping you in a towel. It's a fact which makes it all the better. It isn’t this magical revelation. It’s something he’s sat with, it’s something he knows and has known. There’s no hiding your smile and in turn his.

“I love You too” you smile.

“I know mama, now let me get some sleep damn” he says with an arm around you as he gets his towel. You fall asleep wearing a smile because…

You’re  in love.

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[inourselveswetrust]

Ok so this is gonna sound hard(and i don't wanna sound rude), but honestly..didn't like the update(s), cause of multiple things i'm gonna list them below

1: Didn't like Casey and the kinda forced "special" feeling the mc gets about them, i mean we know them for like what...10min and we are already beeing all "hehe" and "haha" with them, i mean what about an aromantic or demiromantic mc, also in such an situation i don't think that a person actually would focus on these feelings, when they are in an position, like the mc is in currently. 2: The moments feel overall just forced, which is also due to the lack of a choices...like we have no choice about anything. Say we imagine our mc doesn't like dancing or games, but "bam" mc now just plays with Wren...or how could the mc react during other instances, this was honestly just a read of a novel but no interactive fiction read and there doesn't need to be a dozen of choices that would be to much, but this honestly was just read a boring traditional book. 3: Kinda connects with the second point, but i sadly skipped through most of the last two chapters, cause i was just frustrated with the lack of choices and that bored me, and i like your writing it feels mostly so good, also the moments normally click so much better together, this time tho, they felt just randomly thrown toghether, there was just jumps in time/place and everything and as the reader you didn't know where you where and when etc.

Ok that was a lot i know and i don't wanna hate or anything, cause i really like your writing, i loved the earlier chapters and how far this project came, compared to the old versions etc. so it is sad to see that this happend here. Of course everything i said was just my own personal opinion, so don't feel forced to do anything about the points i mentioned here, i don't want you to change a story you're comfortable with just because someone isn't, i just think honest criticism is valid.

hey! i appreciate you so much for sending this. i can tell you put a lot of thought into your feedback and it's very helpful!

i sometimes get a bit of tunnel vision and focus too much on getting to the destination, rather than the journey to get there. (does that make sense? lol)

i updated the demo to address these concerns, all of which are very fair criticisms! these chapters are quite plot heavy, so the destination does matter most but i hope i was able to adjust the journey a bit and make it smoother. bear in mind, there's certain things that have to happen for the plot™️

if you're willing to share, i'd love to hear your thoughts if you reread! thank you for being so kind ❤️

[lunasilvis]

2 months into 30.

Growing into somebody I can be genuinely, genuinely proud of. At night I rest well 🌛

[floral-hex]

coming to the terrible conclusion that if I want to talk about my OCs with people, I might have to actually start writing about them. wait that can’t be right

[blue-banditt]

My neighbor jus straight up stole my doordash order from in front of my door, I went outside and he and his GF were eating it on their porch table. Yk what they said? "Oh we ordered Chinese too!"

But ummm y'all are eating Thai food??

I didn't realize they were illiterate as well as inconsiderate assholes

I hate how entitled old people are.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay sooo...in relation to my last post, which I will try and not verbatim, I am considering having this blog still be its own thing for Cars and all that jazz, still serving as my 'main' blog. And then having a separate blog(ONE. JUST ONE.) Where I put alllll my nonsensical ramblings or gushing or whatnot over other characters there. So it will be two blogs total. Just this one serving the same purpose it always has, and then a second one that will just be a jambalaya of "Oh I wonder what Kane has dug up in the mines this time. Let's go find out!"

How I am going to merge everything from my other blogs, I'm....not too sure. Since it'll all be just one big bang of different fandoms that'll sway a lot from how much I am or amn't fixated on them, I probably won't go too crazy with making different links to things like my S/Is story with them or whatnot, and I will just cut it all down to one carrd so there's not like five different ones to read through.

I think I will keep the other blogs simply as archives, if you will, just because sometimes I like to look back at myself losing my own mind. But I won't post from those blogs anymore, they will simply just be...floating around.

[qangelbluebird]

Going from dead/non-updating media to technically-updating-but-games-take-years-to-make media to qsmp is wild. From nothing to “the link is still missing where is missing link<-(it’s been a year)” to “do you remember,,,, QSMP,,,, it’s been decades<-(it has been five days. It is coming back in another five days. You people are fascinating(pos))”

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

People will come online fuming with hate and anger about Anything and expect everybody to instantly understand and validate them instead of being concerned about.... the genuine hate and anger. You know that behavior wouldn't fly in front of IRL strangers

[artemisdesari-blog]

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

[nozomijoestar]

Reading 'Storm of Steel' & it kills me hearing people complain when war memoirs use dry or semi dry prose, like the people that wrote this shit are literally reliving the memories of watching people get turned into hamburger or die having their guts coming out their asshole or something, and you're upset they didn't make that sound more flowery and pretty to be 'engaging' shut up