#thank you for staying and for your support :)

[apocryphal-mess]

Well, here we are again. Everything is terrible and we need help.

Our credit card debt is at the point where the interest payments are eating up our food budget, my partner's mother is going through sudden and extreme dementia, and the job someone created just for me by a work contact, it was given to a different person by that contact's boss. Our financial situation is making my partner's PTSD and C-PTSD much worse, as they experienced homelessness for a while and this is a all a series of triggers.

Something I didn't mention on the Gofundme itself: we're a queer couple, and my partner is nonbinary transmasc, even though right now we're both in stealth mode because of the current political situation. It's an awful thing to have to do, but we're already a target due to us both being disabled, and going stealth so we pass as a straight cis couple was my partner's decision.

This is the only social media account that I still have, other than the Bluesky account for our little man Benzo, so I'm posting here as well, even though I barely use it right now. Tumblr is mostly read-only for me at the moment.

To everyone, thank you in advance for anything you can do to help, even if it's just to repost. And stay safe.

How about we just have like... hey trans people, post your pay links or wishlist or whatever you got. No limits, no trans excluded, intersex welcome, any and all genders off the social conventions included. I'll just reblog em a bunch.

I need a reblog to share your info, please use those, not comments or tags. I try to reblog immediately every instance I see between 10am and 10pm, everything else goes into the queue.

Additionally, Reddit has some donation resources, which are outlined and linked in this post. However, there are potential difficulties associated with these resources, with more details in this post.

Potentially useful links as I find them: Guide to Fundraising.

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Could you do Ambessa and Sevika with a reader who's really introverted? Thank youu🫂❤️

♡♥︎ 𝕊𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕂𝔸 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕄𝔹𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔸 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 ♥︎♡

♡𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕜𝕒♡

♥︎ Sevika respects your need for space. She’ll give you the quiet moments you crave, but she also won’t hesitate to check in, making sure you’re okay. She’s the type to simply sit beside you in silence, just feeling your presence without pushing for interaction.

♥︎ She’s not much for small talk, so she’s perfectly content with your more reserved conversations. She likes the deeper, meaningful moments, especially when you share something you’ve been thinking about in the comfort of silence.

♥︎ Sevika notices the subtle signs that you need time alone. She won’t ask questions—she’ll just leave you to your space without making you feel guilty about it. She knows when to give you space without making it an issue.

♥︎ When she does interact with you, it’s always in a way that feels comforting rather than overwhelming. Her low, steady voice helps keep your anxiety at bay, and she always speaks in a calm, no-nonsense tone.

♥︎ She understands when you don’t want to go out, and she’ll stay in with you. Whether that means watching something low-key or simply spending time in each other’s company without the need for words, Sevika gets it.

♥︎ Despite her tough exterior, she’ll sometimes offer small, thoughtful gestures. Like making sure you have a hot drink or making your favorite meal, even if you never asked for it.

♥︎ She won’t push you to be more social. If you don’t want to deal with people, she’s more than happy to take care of things without dragging you into them. She values your peace and understands your boundaries.

♥︎ Sevika’s got a weirdly soft side when it comes to you. She’s the type to gently brush her fingers through your hair or rub your back when you’re feeling overwhelmed, always keeping it quiet and steady.

♥︎ She doesn’t make a big deal out of it when you’re not up for physical affection, but she makes sure you know she’s still there with a hand on your shoulder or a quiet touch when you need it.

♥︎ At times, she’ll give you a look, almost like she’s checking if you’re okay. She’s so observant, catching even the smallest shift in your mood. Sometimes, all it takes is a nod from you, and she’ll know how to adjust without saying a word.

♥︎ She’s a master at knowing when to be quiet and when to speak. If you’re deep in thought or in your head, she won’t try to force conversation—she lets you come to her when you’re ready

♥︎ Sometimes, when you’re feeling anxious, Sevika won’t ask what’s wrong. Instead, she’ll just do something familiar—like sitting with you, offering a cigarette, or doing something that feels grounding for both of you.

♥︎ She’ll never judge you for being quiet or withdrawn. There’s no pressure to be anything other than yourself with her, and she’s one of the few people who sees the value in your silence.

♥︎ Despite her commanding presence, Sevika has a weird way of knowing exactly how to make you feel safe when you’re overwhelmed. It’s in the way she stands, the way she quietly observes, always creating space for you to be yourself without fear of judgment.

♥︎ She doesn’t mind if you’re the type to retreat into books, music, or your own thoughts. She’ll sit next to you, just existing with you, content that you’re sharing that space in your own way.

♥︎ Sevika understands your need for independence. She doesn’t try to fix everything. Instead, she lets you deal with things at your own pace, offering support only when you ask for it.

♥︎ When she sees you come out of your shell—even a little—she’s oddly proud of you. There’s a soft edge to her smirk when she catches you laughing or talking with someone. She’ll never outright compliment you on it, but you can tell she’s impressed.

♥︎ She’s the type of girlfriend who will insist you take breaks and step away from stress, but she’ll also respect it if you want to handle things on your own. It’s all about balance for her.

♥︎ When you get overwhelmed in a crowd, Sevika will always find a way to get you out of there. Whether it’s making an excuse to leave early or simply pulling you to the side for a quick exit, she’s got you.

♥︎ She knows you might prefer just one-on-one time, so she’ll do what she can to make sure you’re never pressured into group settings that make you uncomfortable.

♥︎ Sevika’s loyalty runs deep. When you’re down, she’ll stay by your side, a steady presence in the background, quietly supportive, offering you the space you need while also being there when you want her.

♥︎ Finally, she’s the kind of partner who’s happy to let you be exactly who you are—quiet, introverted, and uniquely you. She appreciates your calm, your quiet strength, and the way you help her see the world from a different perspective.

♡𝔸𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒♡

♥︎ While Ambessa is commanding and often larger-than-life in her presence, she knows how to make you feel safe in your introversion. When you’re feeling overwhelmed, she’ll create a space where it’s just the two of you, letting you retreat into the comfort of silence.

♥︎ When you’re too tired to talk, Ambessa will gently remind you that you don’t need to say anything—your presence alone is enough for her. She understands that sometimes, silence speaks volumes.

♥︎ If you’re ever feeling drained after a long day, Ambessa will offer you her company without demanding anything from you. She might pour you a drink, sit beside you, and simply exist in your space without pressuring you to be anything other than yourself.

♥︎ She’ll occasionally tease you, but it’s always lighthearted and with affection. She enjoys seeing the subtle shifts in your expression when you try to hide your smile or laughter at her dry wit.

♥︎ Ambessa knows the value of personal time, and she’s perfectly content with letting you retreat into your own thoughts. She’ll never take it personally if you need space; she understands that your quiet moments are just as important as your shared moments.

♥︎ When you’re feeling particularly introverted, she’ll find ways to give you space while still being close. She might work nearby, allowing you to feel her presence without being forced to interact if you’re not up for it.

♥︎ Ambessa will sometimes look at you in a way that says everything—those deep, knowing glances that speak volumes without words. She’s incredibly perceptive and can sense when you’re feeling overwhelmed without you saying a thing.

♥︎ If you need a break from the chaos around you, Ambessa will ensure that you can escape to a quieter place. Whether it’s her private office or just a secluded corner, she’ll make sure there’s peace for you when you need it.

♥︎ When she knows you’re feeling anxious or stressed, Ambessa will offer her hand or give you a touch of reassurance. She’s not the type to force conversation, but her touch is often all you need to feel grounded again.

♥︎ Despite her intimidating persona, she’ll soften her voice when she speaks to you, knowing that you’re more comfortable when things aren’t too loud or intense. Her words come with purpose, but also a gentleness that helps ease your mind.

♥︎ Ambessa doesn’t mind when you’re introverted around others. She’s proud of your calm, quiet strength, and she’ll often give you a knowing look, silently acknowledging that you’re doing just fine without saying a word.

♥︎ She enjoys watching you in your element when you’re doing something you love, whether it’s reading, sketching, or simply taking a walk alone. Her gaze is full of quiet admiration as she watches you retreat into your thoughts, appreciating the depth of who you are.

♥︎ When you’re not feeling like talking, Ambessa will give you small affirmations to remind you that you’re valued. It might be a compliment, a small smile, or simply a soft “I’m proud of you” when you least expect it.

♥︎ Ambessa knows how to read your body language, and she can tell when you’re beginning to feel drained. When that happens, she’ll shift gears and create a more private, calming environment for you without making it awkward

♥︎ If you’re having trouble navigating a social event or gathering, Ambessa will be your rock. She’ll make sure you don’t feel pressured to perform socially, and she’ll give you an out if you need one.

♥︎ When you do choose to open up, Ambessa listens with unwavering attention. She never interrupts, never judges, and always values the words you do share. Her silence in those moments is the most supportive kind of presence.

♥︎ Ambessa is fiercely protective of your peace. If anyone or anything threatens to disturb your calm, she’s quick to put it in its place. She’ll handle it quietly, often with a few choice words, making sure your introverted nature isn’t pushed out of balance.

♥︎ She’ll often surprise you with small gifts or gestures that show she’s thinking of you. A book she thinks you’d love, a quiet walk around the city, or even a cup of tea with your favorite flavor—it’s her way of showing she cares without overwhelming you.

♥︎ When you need to recharge, Ambessa will make sure to give you the time you need. She won’t pressure you to interact with her or others, knowing that sometimes the best way to show affection is by letting you be yourself.

♥︎ She’s not the type to need constant reassurance, but she’ll make sure you feel seen. When you’re with her, it’s like nothing else matters; it’s just the two of you, with her providing the kind of quiet strength that balances out your own.

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i’ve never made a request before so sorry if this is bad but if you could write something about matt murdock with a fake dating trope like that would be so cute, especially if there’s feelings realized during/after it :)

a/n: i swear, i tried to just keep this short and sweet like how i usually keep requests, but then the fantasy i came up with was just too fun and too much like a fucking romcom not to just let myself go ham and turn it into a full-on long fic

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Leaning your weight against the bar, you waited for Josie to return with another round of beers for you and your friends, who still remained exactly where you’d left them, all clustered around the pool table further into the space. 

Absentmindedly, you fiddled with the ring so often glued to your fingers, passing the heirloom from each digit and sliding it onto the next. It had been your grandmother’s, and ever since her passing, the simple golden circle with a little jade embedded at the cusp of it, rarely stayed in your jewellery box as the act of simply glancing down at it on your finger somehow offered you a drop of comfort in moments of mundane gloom. 

As the heirloom arrived at your left ring finger and slid down over the knuckle, a familiar voice suddenly emanated like an echo after the bar’s front door had swung open. 

“Y/n?” your whole body froze up at the unexpected timbre. 

Slowly, you twisted around to discover none other than your ex, wide eyes trained on you as he clutched the hand of a leggy blonde. 

“Henry!” you gasped, hoping they mistook the horrified look on your face for innocent shock, “oh my god…” 

Without any warning, the next thing you knew, he’d yanked your stunned form into a hug, “how the hell are you?” he clapped your shoulder as if you were old school chums, “it’s been so long.”

“I’m–, uhm, fine,” you managed to reply. 

“Yeah?” he smiled, the insincerity in your tone completely flying over his head, “that’s great.” 

Simply to be polite, you awkwardly asked, “…how are you?” even though you truly didn’t wish to know the answer.  

“I’m good, yeah, life’s been kinda crazy lately because–, oh,” he suddenly paused to glance back at the girl by his side, “Y/n, you remember Rebecca, right?”

“Mhm,” you hummed and offered her a glance, fearing steam might billow out of your ears at any moment, “hi.”

“Hey,” she smiled brightly as she tossed her luscious locks over her shoulder, “and please don’t mind him,” she clapped a palm over Henry’s chest, “he’s just freaking out, you know, usual guy stuff before finally getting tied down.”

“I’m sorry,” you blinked, nearly pinching yourself to test if this was a nightmare or not, “before what?”

Rebecca then held up her left hand to flash you the massive rock nestled on her fourth finger. 

“I finally popped the question!” Henry grinned and draped an arm around his fiancé.

“Wow, oh wow, that’s–…” you sputtered as the blonde promptly shoved her hand in your face for you to get a better look, “that’s a really big rock, right there, on your finger…” your touch floated up and tilted her palm slightly, the light from the neon sign close by glinting in the diamond, “congratulations…”

“Thanks!” she smiled down at the ring herself before her fingers suddenly captured your own and twisted your hand around, “oh wait, congrats to you too!” 

“What?” you still simply tried to keep breathing through this agonising gut-punch of an encounter. 

“I know they say that size doesn’t matter,” Rebecca eyed the tiny green stone that adorned your grandmother’s ring, “and it doesn’t! I mean, that’s so pretty,” she uttered in a sugary sweet and insincere tone that made you feel as if you were back in high school again, “understated, simple.” 

“Ah, no way,” Henry peeked down at your hand, “you’re engaged too?”

“Uh…” you let out a shaky breath, “yep,” the lie then suddenly flew out past your lips before you had a chance to stop it, “that’s me! I’m getting married.” 

“That’s amazing,” your ex let out an airy chuckle, “who’s the lucky guy?”

But before your lips could part and let out another lie, Josie returned, “here you go, hon,” and slid four beer bottles across the bar to you before adding, “and would you tell Foggy to stop sitting on the edge of the pool table? It’s old and I can’t be responsible if it breaks on him.”

“Sure thing,” you promised and snatched up the drinks. 

“Is that your man?” Henry cast a glance to the lawyer Josie had gestured to, “Foggy, was it?”

“Foggy?” a soft giggle couldn’t help but bubble out of your lungs, “no! Don’t get me wrong, he’s great, but no, sadly, he’s already taken.” 

“Then who is it?” 

“Is it the other guy over there?” Rebecca chimed in as they both sent their glances towards your friends, “the one in the light blue shirt and tinted glasses?”

“Uh, yeah…” you squeaked as you slowly turned to look at Matt as well, “that’s–, uh, that’s him,” you watched as he readjusted his grip on the cue stick in his hand, “that’s my future husband…”

“Hm,” a sliver of judgment slipped out of Henry, “wouldn’t have pegged him to be your type.”

“Well, maybe my type has changed,” you stated, letting your lingering resentment show before you noticed how harsh it had come out and your stomach immediately began to twist and knot in regret, “I–…” you swiftly winched, “sorry,” and averted your gaze, “have a nice evening, uh–, I’m gonna go back to my friends,” you stumbled as you tried to escape. 

Though as you turned to walk away, Henry’s voice found your ears one last time, “bye!” before you heard his fiancé turn to him. 

“Pookie? Would you order me a cosmo?” her voice began to fade into the background, “I’ll go find us a table…” 

You simultaneously felt as if a truck had just run you over as your feet carried you back towards your friends, yet also completely numb, as if you’d been turned into a floating ghost of the person you used to be. 

“Who the hell was that and why do you look like you’re about to throw up?” Foggy asked cautiously as he grabbed two of the bottles in your grasp and handed one off to Matt. 

Passing one of the remaining drinks off to Karen, you then lifted your own up to your lips before tipping it back and downing around half of its contents. Once you tilted the dark green bottle back down, you were out of breath as you began to explain, “that,” you wiped your bottom lip with one of your knuckles, “was my ex,” you used that same finger to hazily point back over your shoulder, “and his fiancé,” your eyes stayed fuzzy as you added, “who happen to be the girl that he cheated on me with for a year before I one day finally caught them together.”

“Oh my god…” Karen breathed, her bottle frozen halfway on its journey up towards her lips. 

“It was on easter,” you shared, “he thought I had gone back home to see my family, but I’d actually decided to secretly do this whole big surprise, like I thought I was in fucking rom-com or something,” you sighed at your past self, “but then when he got home from work, and I was all decked out, waiting on the bed, in bunny ears and everything,” you heatedly gestured to the top of your own head, “he wasn’t alone.”

“Wow…” Foggy stared. 

“Yep…” you exhaled heavily, taking another swig before you made the mistake of glancing back over your shoulder just as Rebecca shrugged off her coat and slinked onto a stool at one of the small tables, “fuck!” you exclaimed as if you’d just stubbed your toe, “she’s even hotter than I remembered. How is that possible?” 

“Oh, she’s not that pretty,” Karen tried, but you swiftly cut her off. 

“You shut your face, she’s basically a human-sized Barbie,” your glare roamed one last time from the top of her platinum locks to the bottoms of her high stilettos, “god…” you sighed as you finally averted your gaze and lifted your bottle to drown your sorrows, “I was such an idiot back there. It was like my brain just stopped working and–, oh my god!” your palm shot up to cover your mouth as you then suddenly recalled the lie that had slipped out. Slowly, your wide eyes drifted to Matt, who still remained silent, “oh no…” 

“What is it?” Foggy chimed in. 

“Matt…” you uttered tensely, knowing your friend well enough to be aware of just how much of the interaction with your ex he had overheard, “I am so sorry…”

“What?” Karen’s glance darted between you both, “what’s going on?”

Paralysing embarrassment churned your stomach and choked out any attempt you made to share the truth. But luckily, as your erratic heartbeat thumped and found Matt’s sharp ears, he eventually filled in instead, “…they thought that she was engaged as well and then assumed that I was the guy.” 

“I am so, so sorry,” you gasped, “I don’t know why I didn’t correct them.”

But to your amazement, Matthew simply shrugged and offered you a reassuring smile, “it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“I was just fiddling with my ring and then they just–…” you then snuffed out your frantic explanation and instead repeated once again, “I’m sorry…”

Saddling up beside you, Karen planted a palm on your shoulder, “hey, if that was my ex, then I’d wanna give him some of his own medicine as well,” she stated, “if not just straight up cut off his balls, which is what he really deserves.” 

A faint smile then began to soften your expression as you glanced around at your supportive friends, Foggy briefly reaching out to pat your other shoulder. 

But as you averted your eyes to the nearly empty bottle in your grasp, a thought suddenly struck you like a bolt of lightning, “wait, I have an idea…” your gaze slowly lifted to lock on Matt, “I mean, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, I totally get it, but would you mind, just while they are here, to–, uhm…”

Cocking his eyebrow, he finished your sentence, “…to pretend to be your fiancé?” 

“I know, it’s stupid, and I should probably just go home right now instead of playing some weird and immature game of revenge or whatever,” you uttered as you made the decision to lie in the grave you’d dug for yourself, “but I would forever be in your debt, I'm serious.” 

Sucking in a breath, he barely had to think about it before he murmured, “sure.”

“Really?” you gasped, your brows shooting up, “you’ll do it?” 

“Yeah, why not?” Matt shrugged, “it’s the very least he deserves for treating you like that.”

“Oh,” you crossed the short distance between you two and threw your arms around him. It took a second before you felt him hug you back, but when the alcohol got to your head and made you mutter, “I love you,” into his shoulder, a low chuckle rumbled in the lawyer's chest before you parted ways. 

“So,” Karen then began to fish out the colourful spheres and roll them back into the green felt, “do we still wanna play another game?”

“Hell yeah,” Foggy picked a cue stick back up before adding a playful threat, “you’re not beating me again this time, Page.”

Once the table was set up for another round of pool and you were a few turns in, your gaze couldn’t help but wander back towards the other end of the bar too often to keep track of. Though, soon on one of the fleeting looks, your eyes grew wide as you discovered you weren’t the only one sneaking glances.

Discreetly, you shifted closer to Matthew and leaned in to whisper, “he’s looking over,” however, when he then draped an arm around your frame, you couldn’t help but stiffen up, as you hadn’t thought that far in the plan yet, “what are you–”

“Shh,” Matt hushed your squeak, “just lean into me,” he shifted to stand tall behind you, arms enveloped around your form as he slowly drew you back against his chest, “smile,” his low voice tickled the shell of your ear and caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin, “and don’t look at him.” 

Redirecting your vision back towards the game before you, you narrowly managed to catch sight of the silent slut-shaming the other lawyer flashed his friend with but a glance, before he went back to the mischievous mission he was on. 

“Foggy, would you quit it?” Karen grumbled at the man beside her as he wildly waved both of his hands in her periphery, successfully knocking off her concentration as she tried to line up her shot. 

“No way,” he kept up his flapping, even causing Karen’s golden locks to get picked up by the breeze he produced. 

“You’re cheating.”

“Nope, I am not touching you nor the table,” he stated as if he was in court, “distracting you doesn’t break any rules.”

And as she finally made her attempt, the ball didn’t go in, causing her to explode in a roar, “damn it, Fog!”

“Ha, ha, yes!” he jumped as she straightened back up, “you know, I taste something right now, what could that be? Oh yeah, victory. And it tastes sweet as candy store.” 

“Urgh,” Karen rolled her eyes at him before her glare landed upon the both of you, “Matt, your turn. Would you please set him in his place?”

“Gladly,” Matt chuckled, and as he shifted closer to the pool table, he nudged your side and asked, “hey, would you give me a hand?”

Swallowing a chuckle as you already knew he very much didn’t need it, you cocked an eyebrow, “you want my help?”  

“Yeah,” he uttered clearly and let his real message seep through his tone, guiding your gaze to flicker back toward Henry, who’s stare was still locked upon you both, “so come help me.” 

“Oh!” it finally clicked in your brain, “right,” and you swiftly slid in beside him. 

With bated breath, you grabbed Matt’s hand that wasn’t clutching the pole, and guided it over the ivory ball that rested close to one of the corners. As you began to map out and tell him where each of the other spheres were, your eyes flicked over to notice just how close you now stood, as your nose nearly grazed against his stubbly cheek as you murmured guidingly. When you retracted your touch, you barely noticed how a few of Matt’s fingers reacted, faintly following your fading palm for but a second before it floated back down to the white orb below it. 

Once he’d made his shot, you lingered in the proximity and whispered, “do you think they’re buying it?” 

“Hm?” 

“This,” your eyes momentarily flickered back towards your ex across the bar, “us.”

Matthew’s brows then floated up as you reeled him back in to the matter at hand, “oh, I–, probably.” 

“Or should we do something else?” your mind kept on spinning, “I don’t know, I feel like I’ve completely forgotten how all of that works,” you shared, “kinda just numbed and cut off that part of myself after he broke my heart, it was just how I had to get through it, shut down a little bit because suddenly romance was terrifying…”

“...can I ask you something?” he asked quietly after a breath, and when you offered him a hum in confirmation, he uttered, “are you still in love with him?” 

Time stretched out before you finally replied, “I was, for a very long time…” your voice stayed small, “…but no, not anymore… I kind of thought I was, but then seeing him again cleared it all up. All I feel when I look at him now is rage,” you exhaled, “and pity, just because I know him too well, know everything that’s messed up about him…” silence encumbered you both for a moment before you then opened your mouth once more and said, “so, should we hold hands or something?” you asked plainly, though when a genuine laugh then began to billow out of Matthew, your eyes blinked up at him as your brows swiftly knit together, “what?”

“You know,” he tried to snuff out his chuckle, “if I was actually your fiancé, I wouldn’t just stand around and hold your hand all night,” he then leaned in the short distance till his lips nearly tickled the shell of your ear, “I would have dragged you into the bathroom by now and forced the whole bar to hear us fuck.” 

“I–, u-uhm,” you flusteredly stammered as your face began to heat up, “y-yeah, yeah, that’s good too,” you barely registered your own words as they slipped out past your lips, “if that’s what you wanna do–, I mean! Shut up!” you squeezed your eyes shut as soon as you regained your own senses, “just hold my hand, you dick,” you cursed over his laughter as he swiftly slipped his palm into your own.

“Cut it out, Karen,” Foggy’s voice cut through your haze and caught your attention. 

Glancing over, you spotted as Karen was giving him some of his own medicine, pettily leaning into his eye line, “what? You were the one saying that distractions weren’t against the rules,” she continued to glare in hopes of throwing him off his game, “why? Is this not working? Do you need me to scream directly in your ear instead?”

“Oh, would you?” he sarcastically looked to her, his pitch climbing up high at his words, “going deaf in one ear is exactly what I need to beat you.”

As your wandering gaze then flickered back towards the opposite end of the bar, your eyes grew wide as you spotted only Rebecca still seated at the small table, pink cocktail in her grasp. 

“Shit,” you spotted Henry as he crossed the room, confidently walking precisely in your direction, “he’s coming over,” you hissed, and in your muppet-like panic, your hands clasped each side of Matt’s face and yanked him in for a kiss. 

At first, he froze up as you continued to freak out, but then, as his broad palms slowly slid over your waist, all of your alarm began to melt away. It felt as if you were drifting off to sleep as you relaxed into the kiss. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that kissing Matt would feel like this, not that such a fantasy was something you pondered often or even at all, but as you felt his tongue flicker out to dance softly against your own, your knees beneath you wobbled as you lost yourself completely. How long the peck drew out remained a mystery, as when you eventually parted, the reasoning behind it wouldn’t emerge in your memory no matter how hard you tried. 

Though as you stood there, blinking back at Matt, still utterly spellbound by the unexpected feelings currently bubbling and bursting inside of you, the man now standing off to the side cleared his throat and brought you back down to earth. 

“Bunny–, I mean, Y/n,” you whipped your head around to catch sight of your ex, “just thought it would have been awkward if I didn’t come over here to introduce myself before me and Becca took off,” he muttered before his gaze fell to Matt, his arms slowly fading from your form, “I'm Henry, nice to meet you,” your ex then offered his hand, though the lawyer by your side didn’t grasp it, even if his heightened senses had lent him to pick up on the gesture. 

“Matt Murdock,” he uttered on a cold exhale. 

Stuffing his rejected palm into his pocket, Henry then asked, “what do you do?” 

“Matthew’s a lawyer,” you took over, slotting yourself into Matt’s side before you dramatically clasped a hand over his chest, “saves people for a living. That’s actually why we’re out celebrating tonight, he just won yet another case.” 

“Oh, well congratulations then,” Henry offered in well-forged petty politeness. 

“Yeah, I was there, watching him do his thing,” you uttered as some bitter goblin of resentment then took over your soul and caused you to say, “and oh boy, I tell you, if only it would have been socially acceptable for me to interrupt the trial just to rip his clothes off, because wow.”

A scoff then rippled in Henry’s chest, “okay, sure,” his stare upon you narrowed as he then grumbled, “we both know you’re not exactly the groupie type of girlfriend.” 

“Well, maybe your sorry ass was never worth her supporting you in that way,” Matt suddenly cut in, “maybe because you never bothered treated her that way in return,” his guess hit the bullseye, “and maybe that has a little something to do with why I was the one to put a ring on her finger and not you,” your heart thumped in your chest as Matt’s touch returned to the small of your back, protectively sliding over your waist as he continued to speak in a low and chillingly stern tone, “that or you really are as terrible of a lay as she told me you were, during those very first nights when she finally learned what it was like to be with someone who wasn’t a complete fucking idiot.” 

Utterly stunned, you watched Henry’s expression as he scrambled his brain for a way to crawl back from that, but eventually, when no suitable words came to his pea-sized brain, his feet slowly began to shuffle back till his hand had snatched up his fiancé’s and he’d yanked her with him out of the bar. 

As the door swung closed behind the pair, a celebratory squeal burst from your lungs, “oh my god! Matt, that was incredible!” you jumped in place before throwing your arms around him, “I don’t know how to thank you.” 

Tangling his own arms around you, he uttered, “I’m sure we’ll come up with some way you can make it up to me.” 

And as you withdrew, just enough to smile back at him, your gaze began to drift back down towards his lip just before Foggy’s voice cut through the palpable tension.

“Do I need to remind you guys that you’re not actually engaged?” 

“No,” Matt then murmured as the two of you parted ways, quietly enough for his words to be completely inaudible, “but we could be...” 

“What?” you glanced over at him. 

“What?” he echoed in return, though a bit too quickly. 

“Did you say something?”

“Me? No,” he tried to conceal his lie with a cough, “I-I, uh, think it’s your turn,” he then changed the subject, gesturing to the pool table behind you. 

  © 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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(Please read <3)

hey everyone! its been a bit hasn't it...

i've still been popping in here and there and i'm honestly so glad this whole hate train fiasco has finally come to a much needed close (for the most part) and watching all of these new ask blogs flourish since then has been so insanely heart warming for me. i'm so glad to see you all doing well!

during my break i've come to terms with just how much i really needed it and feeling the weight of everything off my shoulders whether it being the overwhelming feeling of obligation to get to everyone's asks and make everyone happy really got to me in the long run more than i'd like to admit. story of a people-pleaser's life, i suppose.

it makes me so happy and honestly fucking gobsmacked to this day to be reminded that this amazing community got revived by just a weird cod obsessed freshly turned 18 year old highschooler that simply wanted to have fun and make friends with people of a like interest. crazy how life works, innit?

during this period of taking time to myself and reflecting off of what really happened i've decided not to continue this blog for the sake of myself and my own mental health. in spite of this i'm still so insanely grateful of how much love and support i have been getting even during my hiatus and for that i love you all sooo so much <33

i'm not going to completely disappear, and i certainly won't stop using tumblr (for the foreseeable future, anyways.) and i highly encourage you to have fun and interact with many of the other ghost ask blogs that came to be during my break, or just any new blogs in general that decided to join this silly little community of like-minded individuals that just want to have fun role playing their favorite characters in the cod community.

if you'd still like to interact with me, then please feel more than welcome to do so. i won't be tagging my main outright but just know if you find it, it's there for you.

most importantly, i want to thank all of the original ask blogs that derived from mine, especially after my spike in popularity that honestly shocked me as well. damn near 1k followers in a span of 2 months is baffling already as it is, especially to someone like me that didn't have much of an internet presence as it is.

and with that said, hi! i'm francis, better known as fran, and i'm the young fella behind this blog! i recently turned 18 in october and i'm finishing my final year of high school. i love my friends so so so much and honestly i wouldn't even be nearly where i am if it wasn't for them. i'm currently involved in a dual-enrollment program to get my associates degree in criminal psychology and my favorite color is red! i am a huge video game and movie geek, having rewatched the entire marvel timeline more times than i can count, as well as having a love for indie and thriller/horror elemented story games. (fnaf, tlou, mouthwashing, resident evil, silent hill, just to name a few)

this has been so much fun, and i thank you all for staying with me this long. i'm eternally grateful❤️

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IFTA musical chairs game

Look no further, The Numero Uno Fan was not there. And may I ask you, ladies, one more time - why?

It was in Ireland - a place where she used to parade him on the regular, contrived paparazzi pics on top. The IFTA awards were, by now, a very familiar (and dreaded, by us) Narrative Playground, so an easy assignment of sorts. IFTA 2023, those looks that made Mordor weep with joy. IFTA 2024 and those elusive pics that appeared a bit later, to BIF's delight (their in-house vigilantes were at the ready, of course).

IFTA 2025? Radio Ga-Ga, Radio Goo Goo. Radio Silence. She wants, perhaps, to break free?

She was presenting - not a small feat: where is the devoted, supportive and understanding husband?

It was on Valentine's Day, for crying out loud. Riddle me this, as honestly as you can, please. I can't see why. I am stupid, for sure.

But my faithful eagle-eyed friend had a closer look and we can now substantiate. We agreed to post only after I vetted it myself, same old, same tedious process (download -> slow down the reels -> catch the second on a screenshot as clearly as possible). So here is what we have and it is loud and clear, my friends.

First on our list was Saoirse Ronan's Best Supporting Actress award acceptance speech. You can watch it on Youtube:

Saoirse was seated on C's right side, at the same table and on her own left was a lady wearing glasses, lest some would be foolish enough to think it was McGill. We can see that lady here (blue arrow) and on the right (red arrow) C's extravagant silver sleeve:

The lucky nominee raises and hey, hello:

At the end of her speech, we see the chair empty:

It did not stay like this all night. By the time Cillian Murphy went onstage to pick up his own Lead Actor award, somebody else took the empty spot. An elderly gentleman I am way too plastered with fatigue to identify. Play along if you wish, science will be probably grateful.

Here is Murphy's acceptance speech:

[Source: https://x.com/gofckapineapple/status/1890917862631424306?s=46&t=PwRUwYJkImTt7ctbAQQkKw]

And here is a very clear overview of C's table:

Closer:

Notice the salt-and-pepper haired gentleman who took Saoirse's former position. The lady wearing green on C's left has been there all the time.

I will, as always, invite you to draw your own conclusions. But seriously now, how LOUD was that, this time?

At least as loud as the sound of silence on her Stans' pages. Exactly.

You can cut it with a knife, for sure.

PS: thank you, dear. You know who you are.

[Later edit]: that another man would feel the need to step in and cover her right side at that table is the sure sign McGill was not there, not in Dublin, not in Ireland and I seriously wonder where else. This is exactly what any civilized person would do and again, you are free to draw your own conclusions. Tick, tock...

[abbottfansstuff]

Shifting Tides

Author's Note: I have not written a story in over four years. Deleted Tumblr and AO3. No inspiration, but then I came across Abbott. Melissa.. and I am back...Hope you enjoy the story! PLEASE be honest in your feedback. THANK YOU!

Before Emily came along, it was just you and Melissa. You’d spent countless late nights grading papers, shared impromptu lunch breaks filled with sarcasm, and enjoyed those quiet moments where nothing needed to be said. Melissa Schemmenti was the one person you could always rely on—her dry humor, witty comments, and no-nonsense attitude made her stand out amidst the chaos of Abbott Elementary.

You and Melissa had a rhythm, a comfortable pattern. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real. You knew exactly how she liked her coffee—lots of sugar, enough to make anyone's teeth ache. You had memorized every sarcastic comeback she had for every student situation. The two of you spent hours in the teacher’s lounge, complaining about the state of education and laughing until your sides hurt.

Life was simple back then—rooted in a friendship and something deeper. You had imagined, countless times, what it would be like to hold her, to kiss her, to care for her the way she had always cared for you. The way she had always been steady, protecting and supporting you, made you want to return that same tenderness. You’d thought about it more than you admitted, the idea of her in your arms feeling natural. But until now, it had stayed in the quiet corners of your mind, tangled with the threads of your friendship, growing harder to ignore with each passing day.

But when Emily arrived, everything shifted.

At first, it was subtle. Her smile, her laughter, the way she’d pull you into conversations, trying to make a connection. It didn’t seem like much at first, but you started to notice the change in your routine. Emily’s presence began to take up more space, and with it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you and Melissa wasn’t quite the same anymore.

There was a new tension in the air, an unspoken shift that you couldn’t quite place. And while you tried to ignore it, things were clearly changing.

---

You started to notice this change during Teacher Appreciation Day. The teacher’s lounge was buzzing with excitement. The air smells of flowers and sweet notes, with each desk adorned with cards and thoughtful gestures. As you make your way through the room, you find a small, elegant vase resting on the corner of the table—a gift from Melissa. Inside, there’s a beautiful cream-colored rose with a red border. It’s simple, yet so thoughtfully Melissa. The delicate petals remind you of her—refined, a little guarded, but full of care.

But just as you admire it, you hear a voice behind you. It’s Emily, holding a massive bouquet of vibrant pink and white roses, the colors of spring practically leaping from the paper. She hands them to you with a bright smile, her eyes meeting yours for a moment longer than necessary. You thank her politely, though there's an odd tension in the air. You glance around and catch Melissa’s gaze from across the room, her lips pressed tight, her jaw clenched as she watches you accept the bouquet.

You can’t miss the shift in the air—the way Melissa seems to shrink into herself, the way her fingers curl around her coffee cup. She bites her lip as she watches you, the quiet question in her eyes: Why didn’t I do more? The doubt gnaws at her, though she pushes it away. She had planned something bigger for you—maybe a lunch, something personal to show you how much she appreciates your friendship—but now, with Emily’s grand gesture, it all feels insignificant.

Before you can approach, Melissa slipped out of the lounge, leaving the cream-colored rose on the table untouched.

Barbara watched the exchange with a raised brow but didn’t say a word, her eyes flicking between you and the empty chair Melissa just vacated. The rest of the teachers continued bustling around, unaware of the silent shift in the room. You can’t help but stare at the lonely rose.

After school, you find yourself standing in front of Melissa’s classroom door, feeling the pull to check in on her. You knock lightly, the sound a little louder than you intended in the empty hallway. There’s a soft shuffle from inside before she calls out, “Yeah?”

You push the door open and step inside. She’s at her desk, papers scattered around her, the usual calm façade masking the emotion you know is just beneath the surface.

“Hey,” you say, making your way over to her desk. “I wanted to give you this.”

You place a small box on her desk—your own offering of appreciation, wrapped carefully with a bow. Melissa raises an eyebrow, her gaze flicking from the box to you.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should say anything more. But when you meet her eyes, you see something there—something vulnerable, something that makes your chest tighten. She looks at the box for a moment longer, then finally lets out a breath.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do this,” she says quietly, her voice a little softer than usual.

“I wanted to,” you reply simply.

You linger for a moment, your heart racing, unsure if you’re reading the situation correctly. But in the quiet of the classroom, it feels like there’s a space between you that’s been growing for a while now, a space you’re both starting to notice more and more.

Without thinking too much, you lean in gently and place a soft kiss on her cheek, a light, tender gesture that speaks volumes in the silence.

Melissa goes still for a moment, her breath catching before she turns to look at you. There’s a softness in her eyes now, a flicker of something deeper. She doesn’t pull away, though she doesn’t say anything either, her gaze lingering on you.

You both stand there, the world outside her classroom fading away as the tension between you feels more real than ever before. Neither of you speaks, but the moment lingers. Neither of you needs to say a word to understand what’s happening.

----

A week goes by, and the field trip to the science museum is finally here, and you’re buzzing with excitement. You had been looking forward to this day—not only because of the museum but because you were planning to sit with Melissa on the bus. She had casually mentioned earlier in the week that the two of you could ride together, and you were looking forward to the chance to catch up in the quiet of the bus ride.

You sit down by the window, feeling the bus hum to life as you settle in. You spot Melissa greeting the last student boarding the bus, her smile lighting up her face when she spots you. Just as you’re waiting for her to come over, Emily walks down the aisle, her bright smile already plastered across her face. Without hesitation, she plops down in the seat next to you—the one that was supposed to be reserved for Melissa. She pulls out a bag of snacks, happily munching away, completely unaware of the unspoken plan.

“Hey! Got some snacks, want some?” Emily asks, her voice a little too chipper for this early morning bus ride.

You smile awkwardly, a little surprised, but shake your head. “No, thank you."

You glance over your shoulder and see Melissa walking down the aisle, her gaze fixed on the seat next to you. Melissa’s expression falters for just a moment—her eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn’t say anything. Melissa slows down, scanning for a new seat. Her eyes flick to the back of the bus, and then she gives a slight shrug, taking a seat farther away. The disappointment is quick, but it’s there.

You try not to let it show, but as the bus hums to life, you can feel a strange tension building between you and Melissa. She crosses her arms, staring out the window, her body language tight and unreadable. There’s a quiet space between you now, one that wasn’t there before, and you can’t help but wonder if Emily’s cheerful presence has unintentionally created a distance that wasn’t there this morning.

Barbara, ever the observant one, notices Melissa’s mood shift and moves to sit next to her. She leans in, her voice soft but teasing. “Melissa, honey, you alright? You’re looking like you’re sitting this one out today.”

Melissa forces a grin, her eyes flicking to Barbara but not quite meeting her gaze. “I’m fine,” she replies, but her voice is distant. “Just letting Emily have her fun, I guess.”

Barbara raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. “Mm-hmm. Sure, honey, sure. Whatever you say.”

The trip itself is full of the usual chaos. Kids run around excitedly as you all explore the museum. You try to focus on the exhibits while attempting to ignore Emily's constant chatter.

By the time the trip back rolls around, Emily tries to take the seat next to you again. She’s beaming, telling you about some exhibit that caught her eye, but before you can respond, Barbara pipes up from the front of the bus.

“Oh, Emily, dear,” she says, her tone both playful and knowing. “Why don’t you sit next to me? I am famished, and I'm sure you have some of those snacks left.”

Emily looks up, grinning sheepishly. “I do!"

Without hesitation, Melissa rises from her seat, her gaze briefly flicking over to you before she slides into the empty spot beside you. Her knee brushes against yours, and though she doesn’t look at you right away, you feel the electric charge of the moment.

She places her hand on the edge of the seat, and to your surprise, her pinky gently nudges against yours. It’s a small gesture, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. She quickly pulls her hand back, but the unspoken connection is there between the two of you, palpable in the quiet hum of the bus.

Barbara, watching the whole exchange, leans back and winks at you. “You are welcome,” she mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything, the corners of your lips tugging into a reluctant smile. “You’re ridiculous, Barbara.”

You can’t help but laugh at the lightness of the moment, the tension from earlier finally beginning to melt away. As the bus heads back to Abbott Elementary, the conversation settles into a comfortable silence between you and Melissa. There’s a quiet understanding between the two of you now, something more than friendship, though neither of you is ready to admit it just yet.

It’s a small moment, but in that quiet, shared space, you both know that things between you are starting to shift—and neither of you is quite sure where it will lead.

----

It’s hard to believe it’s already been a month since the field trip. Time moves strangely—fast in some ways, slow in others. That day still lingers in your mind, but even more than that, so does the way things have shifted between you and Melissa.

Our relationship is still the same in many ways—we still spend time together, still joke around, and still move through the same spaces. But something is different. It’s in the way her eyes linger on you just a little longer than before, the way she watches you when we’re out with the group like she’s studying you in a way she never used to.

And then there was that night at the club—Emily had been getting a little too close on the dance floor. Before you could even react, Melissa was there, stepping in behind you, pressing close as she swayed with you to the beat.

“Just making sure you’re good,” she had murmured into your ear, her breath warm against your skin. But the way she held you, the way her touch lingered—it felt like more than just protection.

Even in the smallest moments, you feel it now—the accidental brushes that last a second too long, the way she always seems to find a reason to touch you, the unspoken something hanging between both of you.

Yeah, things are still the same. But also… they’re not.

"Are you ready?" Melissa's voice pulls you out of your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. She stands at the classroom door, leaning against the frame with that familiar ease, watching you with an expression you can’t quite place. As always, she had come to pick you up for lunch at the teacher's lounge.

Shaking off your thoughts, you grab your things, and together, you make your way down the hall, falling into an easy conversation about plans for the upcoming winter break.

Janine and Jacob have transformed the teacher’s lounge into a Christmas wonderland—twinkling lights, cookies stacked high, and a massive tree standing proudly in the corner. They even hung mistletoe above the doorway, giggling like children who just figured out a joke.

You walk in with Melissa, your arms full of papers and a coffee cup, when Barbara steps in front of you both with a mischievous smile, holding a plate of cookies as if she's just won a prize. “Oh, look! Under the mistletoe! Perfect timing, don’t you think?”

You blink, catching sight of the mistletoe above and then looking back at Barbara, realizing you’ve walked right into a holiday trap. Melissa freezes beside you, her face going from neutral to a shade of red you’ve never seen before. She stares at you, her eyes wide with the kind of look that says she’s been caught in a situation she has absolutely no idea how to handle.

Barbara, thoroughly enjoying the discomfort she’s causing, nudges you both with a wink. “Go on, now. Just a little kiss.. for the sake of tradition” she teases.

You glance at Melissa, who’s doing her best to pretend the entire situation doesn’t exist, staring at the floor like it's about to open up and swallow her. Her voice is barely a whisper, “Go ahead, Y/N. It’s… fine.”

Before you can process what she just said, Emily, who has been watching this entire exchange with the grin of someone who knows exactly how to stir the pot, steps forward with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Alright, I volunteer!” she says with a dramatic flourish, as if she’s ready to swoop in and take over.

You freeze, your brain scrambling for a way out. But before you can even think of anything, something shifts in the air. Without warning, Melissa suddenly leans in, her eyes still avoiding yours, and presses her lips softly against yours. It’s quick, unexpected, but there's an undeniable spark in the contact. A light, lingering kiss that feels like the answer to everything unspoken between you two.

Melissa pulls away almost immediately, her face now bright red. She doesn’t meet your eyes, instead looking anywhere else in the room. There’s a brief silence as you stand there, stunned, unsure of whether to laugh or say something—anything.

Emily, who was about to jump in and kiss you herself, watches in shock. “Well, that was a plot twist I didn’t see coming!” she says with a playful grin.

Barbara, ever the observer, chuckles and winks at both of you. "Now, who’s ready for cookies?”

You and Melissa stand there, the air between you suddenly charged with a new kind of tension. Melissa quickly grabs a cookie off the plate, clearly trying to act casual, but her hands are a little shakier than usual. She keeps her eyes on the cookie, unwilling to meet yours, as she takes a small bite.

You, still slightly reeling from the kiss, glance at her. The moment feels both awkward and… strangely intimate.

“Alright, let’s eat,” she says with a slightly forced cheerfulness, attempting to brush off the whole thing. But you can’t help but feel that the mistletoe moment is far from over—especially when you catch the way she looks at your lips.

---

The night is cold, a chill creeping in as you curl up on the couch with a book. Your thoughts are somewhere else, though, distracted by everything that’s happened earlier—by the kiss, by the confusion, and the way Melissa looked at your lips.

Then, there's a knock at your door.

You open it to find Melissa standing on the other side, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her breath visible in the frosty air. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching yours as if unsure of what she’s looking for, before stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She stands there for a second, not saying anything, just breathing in the quiet of the room.

Finally, she speaks, her voice quieter than usual. “I can’t stop thinking about the kiss,” she admits, her eyes dropping to the floor. She pauses, biting her lip as if trying to hold herself together. “I just needed you to know that I—I can’t help how I feel about you. I didn’t think it’d be this hard, but... here I am.”

Her words hang in the air, and you feel a rush of emotions flooding in, but before you can respond, Melissa's gaze shifts, a deep sadness taking over. “I just... I don’t want to come between you and Emily. I know she’s younger, and... more your type. She’s—she’s closer to your age, and she gets you in a way I can’t. I mean, I’m just... well, I’m not really someone who knows how to say things like this. And now I’ve gone and messed everything up,” she continues, her voice trembling, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as if trying to hold herself together.

Your heart aches seeing her so vulnerable, this side of Melissa that rarely shows through. You can feel the weight of her self-doubt. The tension from the past few weeks, the confusion about what was happening, everything is laid bare in her words.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have... gotten in the way of you two. She’s probably everything you need, right? She’s fresh, she’s lively, and she fits with you. I’m just... I’m just a mess, and I didn’t mean to drag you into my chaos.” Her voice cracks at the end, and she looks away, as though the mere thought of saying it makes her feel exposed.

You feel your heart beat a little faster at her words, but you’re not sure how to respond yet. You want to say something to ease her mind, to let her know that you're here, that she’s not in the way.

Before you can say anything, Melissa lets out a shaky breath, looking back up at you, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “I just want you to be happy. I want you to have what you deserve... and I’m not sure if that’s me.”

Her words sting, though you know she doesn’t mean to hurt you. But it’s clear she’s spiraling, feeling like she’s somehow unworthy of something you both deserve. You take a deep breath, stepping closer, the space between you feeling charged and fragile.

“Melissa,” you begin softly, your voice full of reassurance. You gently reach out and place a hand on her shoulder, feeling the slight tension in her body. “Stop. You’re not in the way. This has nothing to do with age or who fits with who. It’s about us... and how we make each other feel.”

Melissa shakes her head, still uncertain. “But Emily—she’s everything you deserve. I’m not sure I can be that for you. I’m... I’m older, complicated. And she’s young, she has time, she’s—she’s everything I’m not.”

The words break something in you, and you move even closer, cupping her face gently, your thumb brushing away the tear that has escaped her eye. You know she’s in a spiral, unsure of what she truly deserves, and it hurts to see her like this.

“You’re everything I need... and want” you say, your voice steady but full of conviction. “It’s not about age or how you compare to anyone else. It’s about you and me, what we’ve built, and how we make each other better. I’m not looking for someone else. I’m looking for you.”

Melissa stares at you, her breath shallow, as if she’s processing your words. And then, after a long, pregnant pause, she slowly smiles, a fragile but relieved smile that somehow feels like a weight has lifted off her shoulders.

“I didn’t think you felt the same,” she murmurs, the tension in her shoulders easing. “I was... so afraid I was too much.”

“You’re never too much for me,” you say, pulling her closer until she’s standing just a breath away. “We’ve both been running from this for too long. Maybe it’s time we stop pretending.”

The room feels suddenly full, charged with the weight of everything unspoken that’s finally coming to the surface. You can see the relief on Melissa’s face as she lets herself believe that this—what you have—is enough.

And for the first time, she steps forward, closing the space between you, and as you lean in, the world seems to disappear. It’s just you and her, and that’s all that matters.

[florencebirdsong]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I just saw you’ve opened your requests for this day, so I have a request ;)

Witch!agatha x innocent!human!fem!reader, after AAA, Agatha falls in love with an ordinary human and for the first time in her life she is clumsy when flirting and approaching reader - that's how special her crush on this human is-

I ADORE your writing

Happy Valentine's Day! Thank you so much for the request!!

This is less clumsy and more awkward and stiff but I hope you still enjoy. She's just a silly billy who doesn't know how to handle her emotions :)

And thank you!!! That means so much <3

Valentine’s Day Event 2025

Tags: very slight angst, hint of dominating Agatha, ficlet

Agatha’s presence fills a room. Her eyes see through everyone she meets. She skilfully navigates everyone that’s thrown at her. There isn’t a person who’s properly met her who hasn’t been left with a strong impression. Except you. She barely looks at you. You’ve only ever managed to catch her in the corner of your eye, but even then it could just be in your direction.

You can’t figure out why and any one you’ve been brave enough to ask hasn’t either. Some have even said that it’s a good thing. You don’t understand how. You ache with longing every time you see her sharp smile directed at someone else.

It takes the sixth social gathering in a row where she has interacted with every one but you to find the courage to ask. It’s one of the rare occasions where it’s held at her place and you take advantage of the fact that everyone seems to leave all at once.

It feels strange to linger when the host doesn’t acknowledge you but you draw on every bit of courage you have to stay.

“Not rushing out?” Agatha says from behind you.

You jump in surprise and whirl around. Her face is emotionless. Not even the usual amusement from scaring someone displayed.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you say, gaze stuck firmly on the floor.

There’s a very long pause before she says,

“Alright,” and gestures at the purple lounge.

Instead of choosing another chair she sits next to you. You sit ramrod straight in your nervousness and you can’t help casting a quick glance at her every few seconds. She’s so close. 

She has been before, technically. When talking in or group or accidentally brushing up against you but that never lasts long and it’s never been just the two of you.

Her gaze has wandered over to the window. A curtain has curled back just enough for a peak at the moon.

“Agatha?” you ask, valiantly trying to hide how nervous you are. She hums vaguely, eyes still looking out the window. Swallowing hard, you make yourself continue. “Why don’t you like me?”

Her head snaps towards you. “Excuse me?”

You try not to cringe. You knew it had been a stupid question and yet you asked anyway. Now you have to try and survive her sharp words. One of the few times she looks directly at you and you can’t even meet her eyes. It’s a major loss, especially with what’s about to happen, but you don’t think you’d be able to survive seeing the annoyance or hate in her eyes when she insults you.

You flinch in surprise when she grips your chin and forces your gaze to meet hers.

“Me liking you isn’t the problem,” she says. Her voice is low and you try to brace yourself. “The problem is that I like you too much.”

Her nails dig slightly into your skin and your eyes widen in surprise. You don’t even get a chance to think of a response before her lips are against yours. It’s not a feeling you’re familiar with but you lean into her warmth eagerly. Agatha makes an encouraging sound that has you melting. It’s not long until her hands go from supporting to pushing and you find yourself being slowly lowered to lay down on the couch. You follow happily until you realise where this is going. You put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She pulls back with a raised eyebrows.

“Have a different position in mind?” she asks with the hint of a smirk.

“Yes- I mean no- I- ,” you force yourself to take breath. She’s overwhelming enough from across the room. Having her so intensely focused on you is disorientating. “I haven’t…done anything like that before.”

You swear her eyes darken.

“That’s alright,” she murmurs as she leans closer. Your eyes drop to her lips. “I’ve waited this long for you. I can wait a bit longer.” She moves her hands again but instead of pushing you to lay down she pulls you into her. “I’ll take of you,” she promises.

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Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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It's SNL 50th anniversary! I have the cutest idea 🥹

Reader supporting Pedro on SNL, she's in the audience with both their families which confirms their relationship and Pedro low-key thanks her. 😭🥹

I writed this so quickly. I apologize for mistakes. I'm sick, flu is killing me. 😔

SNL Night

The backstage area at Studio 8H crackled with anticipation. SNL's 50th anniversary was a monumental event, and you could feel the buzz in the air, especially around Pedro. He paced restlessly, his fingers toying with his tie, a nervous habit you knew all too well.

You watched him, a soft smile playing on your lips. He was so incredibly talented, so naturally charismatic, yet even he wasn’t immune to the pre-show jitters.

You walked over and gently took his hands in yours. "Pedro," you said softly, "you're going to be fantastic. You're Pedro Pascal. That says it all."

He gave you a wry smile, a mix of amusement and anxiety swirling in his eyes.

"It's Saturday Night Live," he reminded you, as if you could forget. "Fifty years! It's kind of a big deal."

You gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes, it is," you agreed. "But you're a big deal too. You're immensely talented, genuinely kind, and you're going to absolutely shine. Just be yourself. And," you added, leaning in to give him a quick, tender kiss, "I'm here. Always."

A genuine smile finally broke through his apprehension, lighting up his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, my love."

You walked out together, navigating the sea of paparazzi – the blinding flashes, the shouted questions, the sheer chaos of it all. It was a whirlwind, but you stayed close.

This was the moment. You’d been so careful, keeping your relationship private, wanting to protect it from the intense scrutiny of the public eye. Now, surrounded by flashing cameras, other hosts, and a throng of celebrities, the secret was about to be revealed.

You spotted his sisters and your family in the audience and joined them, forming a small but enthusiastic cheering squad for Pedro. You were united in your support and love for him. The whispers started as soon as you sat down, people recognizing you, putting the pieces together.

Later, sitting with your families, your heart hammered with anticipation. The lights dimmed, the iconic SNL theme music filled the studio, and there he was, standing on that legendary stage. He was magnificent, effortlessly funny and charming.

Then, unexpectedly, he paused and looked directly toward your section. "To my family," he began, his voice warm and sincere, "thank you for your constant support, for always believing in me."

He paused, his gaze shifting to you.

"And to [Y/N]," he continued, "thank you. For your patience, for your unwavering love and support, for being my rock. You make my life incredibly better."

A collective gasp rippled through the audience. The cameras flashed even more intensely, capturing the moment. The whispers turned into murmurs of understanding, then into warm applause. His sisters squeezed your hand, your families beaming with pride. It was such a beautiful, heartfelt tribute, made even more special by being shared on live television. You were overwhelmed with love and pride. The secret was out.

After the show, backstage was a frenzy of congratulations and back pats. The paparazzi were even more relentless, but now their shouts were different, filled with congratulations and questions about your relationship. Pedro found you and his sisters and your families in the crowd, his earlier nervousness replaced by pure joy. He pulled you all into a group hug, ignoring the flashing cameras. "I did it," he exclaimed, beaming.

"You were exceptional," you told him, kissing him softly, not caring who saw. "Truly, you were amazing. I love you."

He held you close. "I love you too," he responded, his voice low and sincere. "More than anything."

He then turned to his sisters and your family. "And thank you," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "for being the most amazing sisters and family a guy could ask for. And for keeping our secret…for a while anyway.” The entire scene was radiant with love and happiness, finally out in the open.

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!unexpected surprise! ☆ drew starkey ☆ chapter one

authors note first chapter of my series omg!

summary in which you're cautious when Drew Starkey sneaks into your DMs following a casual encounter at a party. he is well-known for his role in a popular tv show and movies—has millions of fans. the two of you start communicating quietly, slipping minutes between his hectic schedule and your social media responsibilities. the secrecy adds to the excitement, but as the media learns about your link, it becomes increasingly difficult to hide.

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You are well-known in the social media world. You've been given the opportunity to build close relationships with your supporters—to develop a family and be yourself. Features everything from trip vlogs to fashion hauls, insightful conversations, and humorous content. Your work has built up a big following, with which businesses compete to cooperate. However, you value privacy and provide just the most basic information to your supporters.

Eight o'clock rolls around. Stella gets to your apartment dressed and ready for the night. Before heading out, you both walked to the kitchen to get your pre-game drinks made. Music playing from your speaker sitting on the table in the living room⎯keeping the energy high. 

Tonight you are wearing a jeans with a black tank top with a red heart in the middle along with a cute jacket. Hair and makeup was a little different for the night. Of course, you needed your earrings and twi necklaces. You felt good about yourself.

"No joke, I've been rummaging through my closet for a good outfit," you say as you place the cups down. "I'm not sure why I'm having this strange feeling, but," pause, "who knows what it is about," shaking your head.

"Maybe you'll find your future lover?" she exclaimed dramatically, twisting the cap of the tequila bottle. She put the shots into two tiny glasses. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she mocked, offering you a shot.

"How can I refuse" you say, smirking and clinking your glasses together.

Stella has been your best friend for seven years, and you are forever grateful to her. She's the type of friend that would drop everything in a moment to be with you and ensure you have a nice time. Her quirky characteristics will make you giggle until your abs hurt.

The drive to the party took twenty minutes. By the time Stella and you get to the neighborhood gate and are let inside, she has taken a few turns and there are several cars parked on the side. Fortunately, Stella found the right spot near the house.

The house was already alive with energy⎯music blared through the air, and groups of people huddled around in conversation, drinks in hand. Stella and you strolled through the crowd of people, her enthusiasm clear. "There they are!" She waved to a small gathering near the kitchen.

One of the girls in the group, carrying a drink, looked over her shoulder, her face lighting up with a smile as she noticed you both going over. "Oh my gosh, so glad you could make it!" Her voice was full of enthusiasm, “I’m Leah and this is Jake.”

"Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/N, and thank you for inviting us," you say politely, shaking each of their hands in a soft gesture. 

As the night continued on, you and Stella stayed by each other. Got the chance to introduce yourselves to new faces around the party and strike conversations. Saw a few familiar faces you’ve worked with before too. Leah and Jake were extremely amazing, keeping you laughing non-stop with their jokes.

And then he walked in.

Drew Starkey.

You spotted him right away⎯tall, effortlessly calm, and commanding without trying. He was deep in conversation with a few people before making his way to where you stood, drink in hand. You weren’t expecting him to actually walk up to you either. 

Before you could blink, he’s standing in front of you, “hey, I don’t think we’ve ever met before, I’m Drew” putting his hand out, smiling softly.

Drew Starkey is talking to me? You think to yourself.

“Y/N,” you carefully say, maintaining eye contact.

Conversation begins between you two. It felt so usual for you, and you didn't feel nervous at all⎯you felt serene, as you put it. The way he focused his attention on you and not anybody else made your tummy flutter⎯as if you two were the only ones in the room. Drew was easy to talk to.

Something about the way his eyes lingered suggested he was intrigued. The conversation between you two was comfortable and natural—even when people walked around the party, he remained, inquiring about what you did and why you came here.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do?” he carefully asks⎯it was obvious he didn’t want to go overboard.

Chuckling softly, running your hands through your hair, “I guess you could say I’m in the entertainment industry” you playfully hint, grinning. 

Raising his eyebrows in amusement, tilting his head back, “looks like I’m gonna have to find out another time then?” he asks with confidence⎯you like it.

Before he left your side, he pulled out his phone. “What’s your Instagram?”

You told him, watching as he followed you without hesitation. “Guess I have some catching up to do.”

Later that night, when you got back to your apartment, your phone buzzed with a notification. Stella's eyes nearly fell out their sockets when she glanced at your screen.

drewstarkey followed you.

drewstarkey sent you a message.

This was going to be interesting.

"Shut the fuck up" you both gasped.

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gingerbread house | oscar piastri

synopsis: in which McLaren inspires you to start a new tradition with Oscar

a/n: based on this request!

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The smell of cinnamon and sugar filled the air as you placed the last of the gingerbread pieces on the table.

Oscar stood beside you, hands on his hips, surveying the setup like he was about to tackle a particularly tricky corner on the racetrack.

“I’m just saying, I think mine’s going to be better than yours” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, already used to him making everything a race with you.

“It’s not a race, Osc. It’s supposed to be fun and bonding” you said, pouting.

“Everything is a race, you live with a Formula 1 driver, babe” he continued, his lips forming a playful grin.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you handed him a piping bag filled with white icing.

“Fine, you’re on. But don’t come crying to me when I beat your ass” you said, your own competitive side slowly coming out of its shell.

The two of you got to work, carefully piecing together the walls and roofs of your gingerbread houses.

Or rather, you were the one doing it carefully.

Oscar, on the other hand, seemed to have chosen a more experimental approach. The icing was everywhere - on his hands, everywhere on the table, somehow even in his hair.

“How on earth did you manage that?” you asked, pointing to the white streak of icing near his temple.

He looked up, confused, and when he brushed a hand through his hair, he only managed to spread the icing even more.

“Uh, oops?” he said, giving you a sheepish smile.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a damp cloth and walked over to him.

“Sit still” you instructed, gently wiping away the mess in his hair.

Oscar stayed still under your touch, his eyes locked on yours and a soft smile replacing his playful grin.

“Thanks” he murmured, his voice softer now.

You smiled back at him, giving his nose a little peck.

“You’re welcome. Now, please focus. I don’t want to hear you whining when my house ends up looking better than yours” you said, quickly getting back to work.

He snapped back to his usual self, narrowing his eyes at you, as if he was challenging you.

“We’ll see about that, babe” he said, determined to make his house look a thousand times better than yours.

The next hour or so was filled with laughter, teasing, and a few close calls with collapsing gingerbread walls.

By the time you were both done, both houses looked unique, to put it mildly.

“Okay, let’s compare” you said, both you and Oscar stepping back to admire the end results.

Oscar tilted his head, scrutinizing the sugary masterpieces like a gingerbread expert. His house leaned precariously to one side, icing dripping down like melting snow.

Yours was more stable, although your attempt at decorating the house candy canes and gumdrops had turned into a bit of a mess.

“Yours looks like it’s been through a hurricane” you teased him, elbowing him softly.

“And yours looks like a kid’s art project” Oscar shot back, not able to contain his laughter anymore.

You both dissolved into giggles, the competition long forgotten.

“It looked much easier in your video, if we’re being honest” you said, trying to defend your work

Oscar nodded, agreeing with you.

“I think it’s because I just had to decorate it. I didn’t actually have to build it from scratch. They probably knew it would look like this” Oscar said, making you giggle more intensely.

"Yeah, probably" you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"We should do this next year, you know?" he said, his eyes still assessing the gingerbread houses.

"We could. This could become our little Christmas tradition" you said, smiling at the thought of doing this for many more years with Oscar by your side.

Oscar nodded, planting a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

"Our little tradition"

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imagine dom!g!p!liz x sub!reader overstim , liz using reader for her pleasure :(( poor reader starts crying but liz still doesn't stop :(( pls do this I will cry

THANK GOD i dug deep into my inbox bcs if i didn’t see this i would have thought that you guys don’t want to see nothing but yujin and wonyoung from me 😭😭😭 that being said I NEED MORE JIWON, GAEUL, AND REI ASKS THROWN MY WAY 😞😞💔

[cw: dubcon, g!p liz, blowjob, unhealthy power dynamic.]

sexually frustrated nervous wreck of a senior jiwonie x blissfully unaware moony-eyed trainee reader, my beloveds 🫠🫠

having jiwon as your #1 idol of all time bcs you thought she was just like you!! so shy and adorably clumsy, but was born with a boatload of talent for performing and singing!! hell, wony and yuj might be the reason you chose starship out of all the companies that attempted to recruit you but jiwon is really the girl that made you stay and commit your hardwork and efforts to the company! 🥺 and ofc jiwon was quick to acknowledge and express her gratitude for your support, verbally too!

jiwon didn’t know it then but your starstruck eyes that you couldn’t keep off of her really unlocked something inside her… 😵‍💫

but getting closer and closer until the two of you were the best of friends… hanging out outside of the company building, having places and things you can call as your guys’ places and things, taking silly pictures of each other in your respective phones and cameras, helping each other through the hardest hurdles of your lives 🥰🥰 seems all fine and dandy, right?? but you didn’t know that one day you would be helping jiwon with so much more than you can handle! 🫣

why, one day you were feeding each other ice cream while watching a classic chick flick when you noticed that jiwon seemed to be so down, something about stupid hurtful comments online affecting her self-esteem :(( she apologized for being such a mood killer but she really didn't need to! and she doesn't have to be anymore bcs you told her you'd do anything to cheer her up and make her smile again, such a pure girl you are! 🥺

unfortunately for you, you really didn't expect that sucking her dick with your little inexperienced mouth would be the one thing that would comfort her! :(( the cuddling was fine, even the kisses were okay... but grabbing your hair and putting your face against her crotch and forcing her dick down your throat?? that was a bit much... but if it meant making your jiwon-unnie happy? ofc you'd do it as best as you could! 🤭🤭

you didn't even have to worry about not knowing how to do any of this! jiwonie will guide you herself! 😍 nails attached to your scalp, controlling your pace, holding you down when it feels too good, telling you all about how good you were making her feel and all the different things you could do to make it all better for her 😍😍 she wouldn't even care that you're choking on her cum :(( she'll barely even give you a break before invading your mouth again, completely forgetting that not only were you her precious junior but also her friend <//3 you're just a pretty toy for her to use and play with now :((

definitely abuses your cunt when she gets the chance too, are you kidding 😭😭 jiwonie never wanted to admit but she has always looked at you inappropriately but just never wanted to give in to her desires until now and it was partly your fault bcs you were so nice and kind… how could jiwon not take advantage of that? ☹️ and you’re laying face down on her bed with your ass up feeling so torn bcs it really, really hurt when jiwonie’s just mindlessly ramming her cock inside you but your knuckles are turning white gripping the sheets out of pure pleasure, and you’re screaming her name so beautifully so you obviously want more, right??

and it’s weird bcs yeah the things she’s doing to you are wrong but she’s still so sweet to you?? she apologizes multiple times while using you to get off and cares for you so well afterwards that you don’t want to resist or say anything when she starts touching you again 🫠

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Kinkcember 28: Roleplay

I got a little silly with this one. Sheon's meant to be a little jokester

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Sheon X Mreader

Sheon quivered as the stranger kept her in place and continued his advances. She shook her head and refused, her voice steadily growing louder. You came into the frame a second later, pushing the man away from Sheon, who quickly moved behind you. “Please help me!” She shouted, “Keep him away from me!” You hold your ground, and when the man throws a punch, you dodge before striking him in the ribs, making him drop to the ground. 

“And cut!” The man gets up quickly, patting your shoulder and Sheon’s. “Thanks for stepping in. You’re a real lifesaver.” You nod and look over at Sheon.

“No problem, this worked out great for us too.” When you told Sheon you wanted to try out some roleplay, this wasn’t what you thought she’d come up with. Yes, you had told her it would be cool to be a superhero of some sort, but for her to get her college friends who were making a short film for a class involved was beyond you. You had to admit this wasn’t exactly how you’d thought things would go, but it worked for your goal; at least, that was what Sheon thought. Once filming wrapped up, Sheon waved behind her back to her friends as she brought you home.

Sheon practically dragged you home, “I just need to give my hero a reward.” She’d repeat that line over and over again as she held your hand. “You saved me today, and I need to make sure to repay my debt.” The emphasis she added really made her sound cheesy, but you didn’t want to bring that up, or she might just leave you high and dry.

“You don’t need to do that, ma’am. It’s just what heroes do.” You say, trying to stay in character.

“Ma’am? Do I look old to you?” You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You know, no matter what you say, Sheon would turn it around on you. It’s just who she was. She knew you wouldn’t say anything at this point and continued on. “Is it so bad if a damsel in distress wants to support her favorite hero?” Sheon walked ahead of you, raising the ends of her dress so you could get a better look at her. While her dress might’ve been a plain black one, the stockings she wore added a touch of color that pulled her outfit together. The lace design was enough to have you stare at Sheon’s lovely legs. She smiled as she noticed how you stopped in place. “C’mon hero, let’s get to my place. So I can give you your reward.”

Sheon quickly brought you inside her home, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as she brought you to her room. Sheon almost pushed you onto her bed with how excited she was. She stopped herself, though, wanting to do something before you fucked her.

Sheon kneels before you, her hands eagerly moving, pulling at your pants. She’s completely forgotten her role, too excited to get to what she calls the good part. She shakes her head, too happy to get started. The toothy smile on her face was undeniable as she rubbed her hand against your crotch, your underwear, the only thing keeping her from her prize. “Ooh,” Sheon murmurs as she feels your cock grow harder. She glances up at you, realizing she still has a role to play. “Oh, I mean. Umm…” Sheon looks around, embarrassed that she couldn’t think of what to say. Her mind had gone blank, too focused on what was just out of reach. 

You both break down, laughing at the situation. Sheon leans into you, pressing her head against your thigh as she laughs. She pats your thigh and says, “I told you I’m not good at this. Can we drop it? I’ll make it up to you.” She says, her hand already reaching into your underwear and pulling out your cock. She doesn’t wait for a second, pressing her lips together and planting them firmly on the tip of your cock. “Mwah!” She says loudly, giggling as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, running it along the head. Sheon wraps her lips around your shaft, slowly bobbing her head as she stares at you. Sheon tried not to smile as she felt you move your hands to her head. She just knew you wanted to push your cock into the back of her throat, but you still wanted to keep the roleplay going. Sheon moved her soft hand along the base of your shaft, making sure not to ignore a single part of it. Her other hand was under her dress, circling her clit. You felt the vibrations around your cock; it made you groan. 

The pleasure was great, and Sheon just kept adding to it. She pushed herself further, taking in more of your shaft as her hand cradled your balls, giving them soft squeezes. You were losing yourself to the pleasure she gave you. You felt her tongue swirl around your cock as she slowly bobbed her head. Sheon enjoyed every moment; seeing her “hero” go weak at the knees because of her fueled her spirits. You look down at the beautiful woman between your legs, her short hair swaying back and forth as she bobbed her head. You felt yourself nearing the edge and instinctively grabbed her head, pushing her toward your pelvis. Sheon couldn’t help but smile as she was pressed against your crotch, your cock down her tight throat. She pushed her tongue out as far as she could, trying to lap at your balls as your cock began to throb. She looked at you with pleading eyes, and in the next moment, you began pouring your cum down her throat. 

“Shit,” you groaned. Sheon gulped every drop down with ease. Even as her eyes became watery and she was running out of breath, she didn’t dare let a drop spill out of her mouth. She drank everything. The moment you let go of her head, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth for you to see what she accomplished. Sheon looked like a mess, with her mascara ruined and saliva running down her chin. She wiped it off her face after she was sure you had seen her empty mouth. 

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” She said, pulling herself to her feet. “I like knowing you have a rough side.” Sheon walked past you, bending herself over her bed and lifting her dress up, showing you her pale ass. She pulled her panties to the side. That was when you noticed how wet she was. Sheon ran her fingers along her slit before pushing her lips apart. “Can you be a little rougher?” She asks, giving you the same pleading look from earlier. You gulp, your thoughts focused on how wet she was. “I know you are big and strong. You don’t have to worry, I can take it. I’m a good girl.” Usually, you would’ve told Sheon that her being a good girl didn’t relate to fucking her roughly, but you were too taken with her correct her statement. You get behind Sheon, slapping her slit with your cock before pressing the head against her entrance. 

Sheon cooed as she felt you push into her, your cock spreading apart her lips and filling her cunt. “Oh, you’re so big,” Sheon moaned, looking over her shoulder. “You don’t have to be slow. Put it all the way in.” You followed along, grabbing her hips as you impaled her on your cock. Sheon threw her head back and cried out, loving the suddenness of it all. You pull out quickly before slamming yourself back into the warm cavern. You lose all control and begin to fuck Sheon senseless, just like she wants it.  She buries her head into the mattress, moaning your name as she grips the bed sheets with all her strength. You place your hands on either side of and continue to thrust in, bouncing against her ass as you drive your cock deeper with every thrust. “Fuck that’s it!” Sheon yells into the bedding. You could feel her walls tightening around you, but you didn’t want her to cum like this. You slow down and tug at her waist, lifting her off the bed for a moment so you can flip her onto her back. Grabbing her legs, you fold Sheon in half, knowing how much she loves this position. You see her smile as you slam your cock back inside her. She stretches her arms out, pulling you in for a kiss as you thrust into her with all your strength. 

Sheon moans into the kiss, her grip over you becoming stronger as she gets closer to cumming. You thrust wildly, letting nature take over. “I’m cumming,” Sheon mumbled weakly before repeating herself loudly. You watched her shut her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to hold back her climax. You drove yourself deep into her cunt one more time and sent her over the edge. She cried out as she came, but you didn’t stop moving. 

Sheon’s body felt like it was on fire as you continued to thrust into her. Her walls tightened around your cock, but her walls were so slick you slid in and out the same as before. Sheon could hardly speak; moans poured out from between her lips as she was being brought to another orgasm. She lost control of her body, losing her grip on you. With your new freedom, you pushed Sheon’s legs further, getting her feet by her head as you slammed yourself inside and shot your load into her hungry cunt. Sheon cried out again as you sent her spiraling into her second orgasm. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she came, the waves of pleasure that rushed over her making her body tingle all over as your cum poured into her cunt. 

Once you finished, you slowly pulled back and lay next to Sheon. She turned her head slowly, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “You monster, you didn’t even take my clothes off.” Sheon chuckled and looked down as if that would change anything. She looked back at you and tapped your chest. “Well? Isn’t my hero going to help me out of these clothes? I can’t go to sleep like this.” You let out a deep breath and helped Sheon out of her clothes, getting rid of the black dress first and then helping her take off her shoes. 

“We can leave the stockings on, right? You look amazing in them.”

“Yeah, right. They may look nice, but I want to be comfortable when I sleep.” She says before sitting up and going to the bathroom. Sheon returns a few minutes later in an oversized t-shirt. “This is a lot better,” she says as she lays back down on the bed. “I know I didn’t do a very good job, but did you enjoy it? At least a little?”

“I always enjoy being with you. Even if you aren’t a very good actress.” You say with a smile. Sheon playfully slaps your shoulder before laying her head on your chest. 

“At least we had a good time.” She says before shutting her eyes. Sheon yawns, drifting off to sleep slowly.

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What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[beloveds-embrace]

🧼 Soap Anon here; NOONAAAA !!! I read the fic you linked YOUR BRAIN YOUR WRITING!! I loved how effortlessly you move between the softness and warmth from the scenes of the 141 with reader to the more action packed, tense moments when they stop the intruders! I'm feeling better, thank God :D !! I saw your latest thing with emotional support Omega reader and my heart went WABAM cus reader was finally accepted 🥹 AND your birthday happened, so I'm giving you a gift for all the nice things you write for us 🎁 (I am in a Ghosty mood today, so please excuse if you wanted someone else 😭 but I saw you said you wanted someone to tell you to sleep and screw your professor!!)

You typed away at your laptop, the only noise in the room other than the same Lofi playlist looping in your headphones being the click clack of the keyboard. Your eyes drooped, eyebags heavy, your movements heavier as you slugglishy write something down in your notes, your heart heaviest as you look back to your class syllabus and see the sheer amount your exams mattered.

'Why do midterms matter so much anyway?' You mentally groan, trying to maximize your homework grades as you attempted this homework assignment for the third time, trying to get a 100%. You couldn't risk getting anything other than a 100 right now when you knew you'd fumble the midterm - this was the only class that fit your schedule, so you decided to brave the Rate My Proffessor ratings and take this class. You wanted to go back in time and shake yourself! You finally submitted the last question and at last, a 100% appears on your screen and your smile is illuminated by the bright light of your laptop. Youre about to close your laptop but when you X out of the assignment you only see you have project due next week. Yes, despite it being assigned today, you only had a week even though realistically, even with your three other partners, it would take much longer. But no, your three partners are flaky and unresponsive to your texts and you gotta do all this work by yourself, and if you didn't start soon you'd have no time. Then you remembered that you had work for your other classes and you break out in a sweat, your head spinning with overwhelm. You don't bother texting your group mates, heaving a sob as you feel your body ache, your stomach hurting cus you stayed up too late after dinner, and you wipe your face after you click on the project rubric and-

"Oi, luv. Stop it before I take your laptop away." You hear from behind you, whipping around to see your partner who's already taking off his iconic skull mask. You stare up, sniffling and wiping your face. His blonde hair is flat after being underneath the mask for so long, but you smile when you see his dark brown eyes soften as they gaze into yours.

"You're home...!" You say relieved, but you sputter when he closes your laptop and takes away your pen and paper. "Hey, wait-!"

"Shut." He commands, swiveling your chair and leaning in with a pointed look. You know better than to protest. "You listen to me 'ere; you're going to eat this thai food I bought and go right to sleep. If I see you near your laptop again, I'll wrangle you myself."

"But Simon, the project's due in a week-" You meekly protest, but he only holds your jaw, silencing you as he tugs you closer.

"Fuck your professor, he's full of shite." Ghost scoffs, practically dragging you up and sitting you down over on the couch, handing you your food. "'S how you like it, extra chilli sauce..." He mutters, sitting down himself and digging in. You smile wide as you eat, your eyes glistening.

"You gon' eat or are you just gon' stare?" He says, causing you to chuckle as you eat.

"You're right, my professor CAN go screw himself." You agree with him, relishing as you hear a small huff from the lieutenant.

"Yeah, he's taking the piss if he thinks anyone can do all that work. You're going to write him an email asking for a extension, I'll do it myself if I have to." Your partner says with finality, and you smile wider, snuggling closer next to him.

"You're the best, Simon...!"

"Funny, I was gonna tell you the same..."

🧼 ANON YOU GLORIOUS GODSENDDDD 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻 this is so good. So delicious omfg i love love LOVE this sm, thank you so so so much ahh!!! This is absolutely wonderful!!