#that's all i have energy for at a given time

[madridfangirl]

So near, yet so far

(Jude bellingham blurb. Some fighting, some fluff, some missing each other.)

‘Stop being a baby & pick up the phone.’

Jude searched for his phone blindly when it pinged, while lying face down on a pillow, saw the message from his girlfriend, then put the phone away on the side-table.

She had sent that message after four missed calls throughout. He knew she had seen him online and would have understood that he was avoiding her on purpose.

Good, he wanted her to realise that. After everything she put him through.

The phone rang again, disturbing his sulky mood. He didn’t even look up this time.

‘Fine. Remember this the next time I don’t pick up your call.’

In this department, Jude could dish it out but absolutely could not take it himself. He always went nuts when she even remotely avoided him, following her around like a lost puppy. In fact, their whole fight had started from this.

Ananya was having a super tough day at work yeaterday. She was roped in on a deal last minute and the Managing Directors of their team had to pitch next afternoon. Which meant it was all hands on deck for the whole team. All day and most of that night.

That same day, Jude had a fantastic session at training, scoring bangers for fun, nutmegging teammates like child’s play. Especially Cama - he’d never let the boy live it down. For all his snake like agility, Jude had still managed to nutmeg that silky smooth footballer. And had even secured the video of it, which he had immediately sent to Ananya, along with a few others with his shooting.

Later, Carlo had called him to the side and praised him for his sharpness. He even invited him to accompany Carlo for the next pre-match press conference. It was a big Champions league away night, which meant it was a high-profile presser that Jude was being entrusted with.

It had been a great day overall. Plus he was having a great hair day as well, & took a couple of selfies in the gym (shirtless, sweaty, just what she liked) which had immediately made their way to her inbox as well.

She was supposed to get off work sooner today, given her MDs were due to travel the next day. He had no idea the pitch had to completely be overhauled at the last minute and that she was dying at work while he was having a gala time.

When he didn’t get any response even when he got home in the afternoon, he started to wonder if something was off. If he had missed some important day or did something or said something he wasn’t supposed to. But he couldn’t think of any such thing.

‘Hey, just checking in, all good?’

One hour went by. No response. 

‘I’m home, what time will you get here? Italian is good tonight?’

This was a harmless enough message, or so he thought. 

‘Talk later.’

That was all she had time & energy to type back.

Food was the last thing on her mind when she saw his message. She was surviving on two apples and 5 cups of coffee all day and would probably have to pull an all-nighter by the looks of it, on a day when she was supposed to get done by 6 pm. An anomaly. A massive anomaly in her line of work. But Satan was intent on ruining her happiness. 

Her team was cooped up in the conference room while her MD was on a zoom call from his mansion on the outskirts of the city, spelling out 1000 changes to the formatting while sipping a glass of red wine. 

One day, she’ll get there too. But till then, she had no choice but to slog her ass off. Like the rest of her team.

In the middle of that, her phone kept buzzing. She just put it on silent and threw it in her bag. Her plans for the evening all but forgotten. 

It was 6:30 pm already, and Jude figured she would have left by now. So he made the cardinal sin of calling her, twice. 

‘Are you ok?’

Still no response. 

‘Are you mad at me?’

He started to get worried now. And called Roma. Who was also in the room with Ananya, as frazzled as her friend, as knee deep in work as the rest of them. 

Her phone was on silent too. The executive director absolutely hated any sounds when they were all cooped up together like this.

30 mins later, they finally got up for a pee break, first in over 5 hours. Ananya and Roma rushed to the loo with their bags, looking at their phones at the same time.

5 missed calls, 15 messages between the two of them. All from Jude.

Ananya was furious. She was actually hangry, which made her even more irritated with this. Even her family knew not to bother her when she was having a tough day at work, just one message was enough for them to know she’d be out of reach for a while. Jude knew that too, but still had bombarded the both of them. And what in god’s name was he doing calling Roma? It just made her look stupid in front of her friend. She didn’t like people calling her friends to check in on her, a pet peeve since childhood.

But this boy just didn’t understand.

The said boy happened to call again just then.

‘Yes?’

‘Oh hey - finally. Where were you?’

‘On Mars.’

‘Huh?’

‘Where do you think I could be, Jude? Obviously I’m working.’

‘But, I thought you were getting free early today.’

‘Yeah, not happening.’

‘When you will get done?’

‘No idea. Not anytime soon.’

‘But…we had the whole evening planned, food is also on its way.’

‘Let me go say that to my MD and maybe he’ll let me go’

The crankiness and sarcasm in her voice was increasing with every passing second. And Jude couldn’t help but wonder if it was anything more than work that was causing that.

‘Ok gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow?’

Wait what? So she was seriously not coming home all night?

‘We are travelling for the match tomorrow.’

‘After than then.’

‘International break. This was the last night before I’m on the road for 12 days.’

‘After that then.’

Her voice was curt and her attention was elsewhere, like she was barely even listening to him anymore.

‘Are we good? You’re not mad at me for something?’

‘Oh for the love of god not everything is about you. I’m dying here. DYING. You’re not important right now. I told you I was busy, so pls try to understand.’

Jude was silent. She hadn’t said she was busy. She just said talk later. How was he supposed to decipher this is what she meant? How could she be cross with him for this?

‘Bye now. See you when I see you next.’

‘Bye.’

He stared at his phone long after, and at the screen where a game of FIFA was loaded, waiting for her. The food was on it way too, which he called to cancel immediately.

It was next evening. He was in the team hotel after a long flight. But still, 24 hours later also he was in a pissy mood. 

Ananya had worked all night, came back in the morning, slept for a few hours and was back in office now, on standby while the MD meeting was going on in London.

She finally got some time to focus on her irritated boyfriend, who she was trying to reach for the last 2 hours, and finally sent this message to get his attention.

Silent treatment was beyond his coping ability, they both knew that perfectly well.

‘Sure - be more mean to make up for being mean earlier.’

‘I wasn’t mean to you. I was just busy.’

‘Yeah right.’

‘Jude - I didn’t sleep all night. Didn’t have a proper meal in 24 hours. So of course I was on edge.’

‘You said I wasn’t important to you.’

‘Not important in that moment.’

‘Same thing.’

‘Big difference.’

‘Even after everything you’re still talking to me like this.’

‘How else should I talk?’

‘Like you want to make it up to me?’

‘Make it up to you?’

‘Yes. Massively.’

‘I should make it up to you coz my work is sucking the living life out of me right now? Sure, that makes sense.’

‘You forgot yesterday was the last day we had together in almost 2 weeks.’

‘It was not in my control. What could I have done?’

‘Could have felt bad for not being with me? Like I was feeling bad? Five seconds for that was too much to ask for?’

That made her take a pause. She was still learning to cope with the mad pressure that came on sprints like these, and didn’t always react in the most even-tempered way. Could she have taken a minute to talk to him softly and explain the situation? Possibly yes. But she was still leaning the ropes and all the first-year associates were as frazzled as her. Heck she only had 1 minute for a pee break, which is when she spoke to him. Why couldn’t he understand that pressure, when she understood his work pressures and how the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders at times?

‘You needed to be here to understand what it was like.’

‘Darling - I know what professional stress is.’

‘It’s different for you.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You are Jude fucking Bellingham.’

‘And don’t you think that means 100x pressure?’

‘No. Because you’re not some first year associate who is expected to work 16 hours a day, 6 days a week with near-perfect output.’

She could hear him breathing heavily at the other end. But he didn’t say anything, neither did she.

This was one of those moments where their crazy schedules got to them. As did the high-pressure of their jobs. For no particular fault of either of them. They were both fiercely ambitious, and driven in their careers. Which meant personal life suffered at times.

Ananya always wondered till what point would this be sustainable. If he’d turn around one fine day and would want more from her. That more was not in her control to give. Unless she sacrifices her dreams.

‘We’re going in circles.’

He broke the eerie silence. Another thing he wasn’t too fond of. Awkward pauses made him uncomfortable.

‘Yes we are.’

‘Did you manage to get some rest?’

‘Slept for a few hours. You?’

Jude was a sound sleeper otherwise but for the life of him could not sleep on a plane well. 

‘A little bit.’

‘Match is day after right? You should get some rest.’

‘Yeah, will crash soon.’

He didn’t want to sleep before talking to her. But he absolutely didn’t want to be the one making the call.

‘The presser was nice.’

‘Hmmm.’

‘Could have smiled a bit more. Your fan pages were waiting for classic Jude happy face.’

‘Nothing to smile about in my life.’

‘Stop being dramatic.’

‘Stop being mean. And stop being so far away.’

The sincerity & longing in his voice melted her on the spot.

‘Babyyy.’

He immediately felt lighter.

‘What I wouldn’t give to hold you right now.’

Sleeping without her being next to him just wasn’t the same anymore. He slept better now when she was in his arms.

‘Me too sweetheart, me too.’

She could use a Jude hug too. Desperately. And a nice, long, peaceful sleep. But no relationship was perfect, this was something they just had to deal with.

‘Say something nice.’

‘I love you my dashing boy.’

‘More.’

‘So cute. So sweet. So sexy.’

‘More.’

‘One of the best players in the world.’

‘One of the best?’

‘Yes. The best midfielder though.’

Jude didn’t push further, knowing this was the best he’d get. She wouldn’t lie when it came to football. Not even to him or for him. This was enough for now.

‘Missing you.’

‘Me too, babu.’

Jude loved it when she used this particular Hindi word of endearment for him, which was the equivalent of baby. She often used many such words when they were snuggled together & she was cooing to him, explaining the meaning of each of them. He understood quite a few by now.

‘I can’t sleep. What do I do?’

‘Keep talking to me. And hug a pillow.’

‘Way ahead of you.’

They both hugged pillows while sleeping now, when they were not next to each other.

‘Now tell me about yesterday.’

Excitement seeped back into his drowsy voice, but the exhaustion was evident. Midway through, he started slurring some words and a few minutes later he was almost asleep, while still mumbling things to her.

‘Honey, put the phone down, turn off the light & get some rest, yeah?’

‘Yeah, ok.’

He mumbled, already near crashing.

‘Sweet dreams.’

‘Mmmm will dream of you, beautiful.’

With that, the phone dropped from his hand, while the lights were still on and the TV was on mute. But it didn’t matter. He got what he needed, so did she.

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Wanted to do a realistic comfort fic, for all the madness happening around us.

Hope you liked it! Wrote this in 2 hours so not edited properly.

[appalachiancowboy99]

Special Thank You and WIP Update!

Photos by @restingmadface

Wow. What a year it's been, huh? I know, I know, I'm a month too late for New Years, but I wanted to stop by anyway and make an update post for y'all! I've been wracking my brain for the last couple of weeks, trying to figure out exactly what I want to say here, but everything is far too jumbled for me to pinpoint the exact thoughts in a cohesive manner. So, just bear with me as I try to comb through the mess and pick out the most important bits! 💕😁

First of all, I wanna thank each and every single one of y'all for the love you've given me 💕 It's hard for me to fathom that over 170 of you decided to stick around and give me your continued support! Not to mention over 1,000 of you took the time to interact with After Dark (Hold on a minute while I go CRY)!!!!! It means the world to me that y'all enjoy my little ramblings, although far and few between they might be. Without y'all, I wouldn't have had the courage to continue working on this ole' blog. So, thank you so so so much for each little heart, comment, and interaction- they never go unnoticed by me!

The friendships I've made within this community in the last year will last me a lifetime. I hadn't expected to meet so many kind people and form such long lasting relationships. So, I wanna give the biggest of thank-yous to: @photo1030, @tortureddpoett, @grymghoul, @emerald-ranch, @pinescent-and-gingerbread, @zae-heeyyy, @cassietrn, @moeitsu, @twola, @redwritr, @wipidek, @subpopizzy, @coltermorning, @amorgansgal and so many more that I've gotten the pleasure to interact with over the last year. I love each and every single one of you dearly and I'll always be wishing you absolutely nothing but the best! 💕

Now onto the juicy bits:

From here on out I wanna focus more energy into keepin' y'all updated instead of just having long bouts of time between posting- even if that means a work in progress post every other month! So, I suppose this'll be my first post to start the year off right! I have two current WIPs that are listed on my Masterlist:

A Cure for the Common Cold (ask/one-shot)

The Heart of an Outlaw - Chapter 1: Gone Honeymooning

Both of those works will be out within the year, though, the ask/one-shot will be posted much sooner than the first chapter of the series! There's just so much I got cookin' up in my brain, so thank y'all so much for being patient with me as I flesh these bad boys out! As promised, here's a little snippet from A Cure for the Common Cold:

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He could watch you like this forever: hair haphazardly pinned up in a bun, wet curls clinging to the base of your neck, cheeks flushed, and eyes fluttering shut as your lips wrap around the red-ripened, fleshy fruit of the strawberry he offers you. Sweetness rolls over your tongue for the first time in what feels like weeks, coming in cresting waves of pleasure with each decadent bursting of flavor as you chew. Though, nothing is as pleasurable as the comforting warmth of his chest behind you, or how his left arm is slung lazily around the softness of your middle beneath the steaming, sudsy water like an anchor planting you right where you need to be.

Lazy, wet kisses brush over the ball of your shoulder, rounding up the supple dip of your neck in a delicate dance of tender passion. It's a subtle shift there, but you feel it. Right there in the pit of your stomach it simmers like a kettle over a roaring flame.

"You like that?" He hums when the soft touch of his lips meets the shell of your ear.

Oh, what you wouldn't give to turn your head and press your lips to his. He's right there, mere inches away from giving you what you want. But there in lies the game: no lip-smacked affection or the smothered press of love's promise, lest you infect him with the very cold that's plaguing you.

A/N: WIP snibbit is subject to change in the final post! Sending y'all some additional love 🤗💕

[cheralith]

— dead man runnin'.

feat ; serial killer!bachira meguru x detective!reader | word count ; 1.8k contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, dark content, murdering mention, blood mention, mild gore, yandere themes (stalking, killing, obsession) a/n ; it's always the thoughts that strike you right before doing a really big task that tempts you huh

there's been a series of murders going around the area spanning over the past few months. seven, to be exact. you're the detective of the precinct that's been in charge of attempting to maintain the peace and catch the person that's been behind the knife. all you have to lead off currently is the fact that it's at least the same person doing the crime, given how each of their victims all have the signature two triangles that face each other to make an hourglass shape slashed on their back, almost mimicking wings.

you've been working your ass off lately, running on four hours of sleep and what probably a full pot of coffee in your stomach. you're exhausted and at your wits end, but thankfully an officer comes by and tells you that the medical examiner has the most recent victim's records ready for you to take a closer look at. at least one good thing has prospered out of the dull few days that you've scrapped up with absolutely nothing.

sighing, you nod and trudge yourself along to your car, heading to the morgue to take a look at the body of the recently-deceased neighborhood grouch. mr. kuniaki, you've had the displeasure of running into him a few times, with your last sour encounter being just a few days before his murder, him scolding you about you parking too close to his driveway for fifteen minutes. you won't miss him by any means, none of the neighborhood will really, but for him to die unexpectedly raised some red flags. it at least told you the killer was near given how close in approximation the recent victims were to you.

you're greeted with the usual receptionist, who tells you that the examiner will be down the hall. you open the door, expecting the usual middle-aged, balding doctor that most of the precinct is accustomed with, but instead, you come face to face with a younger, more handsome doctor—one you've never seen before in all your time as a detective.

he has a little bit of a feminine face, but there's still that masculine edge to it. somehow, the bob cut that sports a yellow peek-a-boo do bringing a strike of distinction to him. it'd be hard not to remember his face. a soft grin appears on his face when he sees you in the doorway.

"i've been expecting you, detective (l/n)," he says cheerfully despite the dreary environment around him. while his face doesn't ring a bell, his voice sounds strangely familiar, like you've heard it in passing before.

"ah," you begin slowly, your deteriorated energy beginning to catch up to you. "hello there, doctor...?"

there's no nametag attached to his lab coat, you notice with narrowed eyes.

"bachira," he finishes for you and sticks his hand out. "doctor meguru bachira."

you shake it loosely, despite his grip being much more secure than yours. his hold surprises you a bit since it's rather oddly firm, but you don't think much of it, even though the doctor does linger onto your hand a bit longer than normal (and that one of his eyes twitch unbeknownst to you).

"you must be here for mr. kuniaki," he begins, circling around the medical table that displays a covered body. "i think it's quite obvious by the many bruises and slashes on his body that foul play is evident."

you hum, nodding. "i'm sure you've heard word about the serial killer that's been going around the city with a... rather distinctive m.o."

the doctor drawls a yes, drawing his attention to his clipboard with the many documents that indicate where the trauma was and the results of them from his body. "ah," he lets you read the clipboard that has the anatomy of the body in front of you with the displays of where each infliction was. there, on the old man's back, were the two triangles drawn on the upper part of his back, taunting you. "i'm assuming that this is it?" he asks, pointing to the wing-like slashes.

"yes. it's always the same six lines," you mutter.

the doctor slowly peels back the covering of the body, revealing the six lines in real time on the old man's back. you stare at them with blank eyes—the usual sight. dried ruby red blood cut on skin rather deep with a couple of scratches and bruises decorating the main scene.

"i concluded that the perpetrator used some sort of common kitchen knife, something accessible to most men, given how blunt these cuts are," the doctor says, a gloved hand going over to graze the cuts so softly, as though not to trigger a reaction out of a dead man.

"i've heard the same report from other examiners," you mention as you recall the others telling you different ranges of knives that were common items to the average person. "did you happen to—"

the door bursts open suddenly. your partner that was supposed to stay behind in your car runs in with a worried look on his face. "(l/n), we've gotta go."

you and the doctor face him with twinned surprised looks. "what? why? we've barely been here for ten minutes."

your partner points his finger towards the entrance of the morgue. "there's a nearby hostage situation on the corner of fifth and clark," he exasperates, "they need all hands on deck 'cause the perps have a bomb that'll go off in thirty minutes if we don't do something."

you look back to the doctor hastily, who merely raises his brows. "i—" you try to find the right words. you finally have a moment of peace to yourself after the mounds of paperwork that you were busy with all last week to work on your case before it got worse, but of course, nothing ever goes to plan. you turn back to your partner. "can't they put moriyama and ohta on the scene? they're only working on some parking violations, aren't they?"

your partner shakes his head, lifting it up to say that they need as many people as they can considering there were two children at the scene, but when he comes to look at you, he sees the rather... daunting stare of the doctor that stands behind you. his yellow eyes are wide with caution, the kindness in his golden hues gone and replaced by something much more menacing.

your partner suddenly loses the words, the doctor's stare planting him in his place out of his own control. his smile is still on his lips, but there's no trace of friendliness, as if it was just fixed there for display. malice swirls in the doctor's eyes as he glares daggers into the man that stands in front of you, as if to warn him to not make a wrong move.

you see the paleness of your partner's face, a little confused as to what has drained all the color from his cheeks when he stares past you. it's like as if he's seen something horrifying. you turn your head, but all you're faced with is the gentle smile of the doctor that cocks his head to the side ever so ignorantly.

his honey-colored eyes soften gently at you. "is everything okay?"

"um," you turn back to your partner, who now has his brows furrowed at the doctor's cordial countenance. "i'm sorry for this, but i think we have to continue this tomorrow. looks like my team needs me."

"that's quite alright," he remarks and recovers the body. "same time tomorrow, detective?"

"if that works for you, doc," you reply while shaking his hand again, his grip still firm as ever and the delay in letting go of your own when you try to let go of his still there. this time, however, his hand still stays in your grasp. you flicker your eyes down to your shared hands. "... doc?"

the doctor's stare pierces into your own. there's a weird meld of concern that flows within his hues, however.

"stay safe, detective," he murmurs almost... lovingly? warmly?

you blink, raising your brows at the oddity of his statement. you had just met this man only a few minutes ago, and yet, he was wishing you farewell in a a tender manner that seemed foreign to you.

"oh, uh," you squirm, forcing yourself out of his grasp. "thank you... i will."

the doctor pulls out something from his pocket. a business card. "take this. just in case i'm not here, there's all my contact info if you ever need me."

you accept it gratefully, not bother to looking twice at it given the urgency of the current situation. he gives you another smile, waving to you and your partner before he whisks you away into the safety of your car.

when you buckle your seatbelt and prepare to drive off, you ask if that doctor was new to the morgue, the warmth of his hand still lingering on your palm.

your partner takes the business card of the doctor that you lazily put in the cupholder, reading over the doctor's names and credentials. he squints at the text and designs of it, noticing that on top of the card, there stands a logo of a diamond made up of two triangles. he squints at it.

"um, doctor bachira, right?" your partner asks, "i think so. i remember seeing him at the quarterly conference a few months back, but he wore a medical mask at the time and kind of kept to himself. he's got this reputation of being a loner, so his coworkers kind of stay away from him."

"i see," you mutter under your breath, the ghost of the doctor's eyes still amidst your mind. "you alright though? you looked like you saw a ghost back there."

your partner swallows thickly and nods his head, despite the warble on his lips saying something else. he places the business card back into the cupholder, deciding not to overthink any incessant details during a time like this.

"yeah no... i'm okay," he says hastily, scratching the back of his neck. it feels a little cold to the touch. "i think i was just shocked by the body, that's all."

bachira lifts a blind up from his office window, where he's able to see the parking lot of the morgue. he spots the familiar dark red sedan where you and your partner sit, the front of the car facing him. he chews on his lip, his grip on the pen tightening the more his eyes burn into the figure beside you.

his jaw tightens, teeth squeaking together from the harsh pressure. he was looking forward to today for the longest time. he made sure to plan everything perfectly, from reassigning himself to the nearby morgue where your precinct frequented to making himself the head examiner of kuniaki's body, just so he could run into you "coincidentally." he dressed himself up in his finest clothing, groomed his hair, put on his most expensive cologne, all glammed up to look perfectly handsome for you.

only for the one thing he was looking for all week to escape from his grasps. it's just like last time...

"kira ryosuke," bachira hisses, the pen suddenly snapping in his grip and letting plastic shards prick at his skin. "take (y/n) away from me like that again and let's see what happens."

a/n ; thank you always for reading! i apologize that this wasn't written the best but i'm very impulsive and just began writing what came to mind oopsies.

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated and noticed ♡!

[pupyuj]

nerd babyboy g!p jho receiving head for the first time && her literally tearing up bc she never felt pleasure like it before (all she does is work and study, doesnt even remember the last time she jacked herself off🙁)hajdbfngmgm but thru the haze and her tears shed still have the energy to ask permission to blow her load on r's face😶‍🌫️

AHHH been meaning to do some jho asks for a while so i'm happy i'm finally getting to them!! 💘✨ sorry to the 5 blooms that have been waiting for some bini stuff from me, ik i’m so slow on this 😔💔

[cw: g!p jhoanna, blowjob, handjob.]

there's nothing like a good ol' playtime to give your tired baby an energy recharge :33 why, neither of you have even fucked yet! and you've only given her handjobs (really good ones) bcs you didn't want to overwhelm her 🥺 but one day, you'll see her working a bit too hard on some project and what a coincidence that you just so happened to be horny as fuck and needed relief! she wouldn’t even give you any mind when you hug her from behind her chair and give her shoulder little kisses bcs she’s so focused 😭😭 but that will simply not do!

“mm, papansin.” you’d hear her tease you under her breath and you know what that means!? the cracks are showing! it’d only be a matter of time until she starts losing more and more attention on her work and how do you decide to distract her? 🤭 palming her bulge while leaving kisses down neck.. and she pretends that she doesn't notice it but nothing ever fools you! and it's not like you can't feel how she's slightly grinding against your hand, jho's just a big baby who can't admit to what she wants but it's all fine and dandy bcs you can give it straight to her no problem!

you'd even go ahead and slide your hand inside her shorts, and now you complete have her attention... jhoanna having to put down her pen, nervously adjusting those stupidly thick black-framed glasses that she was wearing while trying so desperately not to let it all feed your ego but it already was! how else will you have the confidence to pull down her underwear and put her hard cock out for display?? 🤭🤭

"tama na? ayaw mo na?" yk damn well asking her that while stroking her length would drive her insane and it very much did! jho is definitely a whiner and you'll hear her right against your ear bcs baby gets embarrassed when you look right her while you're pleasuring her, SHES SO CUTE 🥺 she'd want to cum immediately since you've got her so worked up but you have other plans! and since she's so distracted by how good your hand feels that she totally doesn't expect your mouth to feel even better!

at this point she's making it sound like she's fucking you bcs jho can be super loud too 😋 pating yung mga ungol ay OA rin kase 😭 but that's just bcs you're using your tongue so good :(( slowly licking up from the base of her cock all the way up to her slit, your nails clutching her thighs and keeping them wide open for you.. she's trying to cover your eyes so you can't tease her about her expressions afterwards but jho just ends up guiding you herself, just like you always wanted! 🥰

"i-i'm gonna cum... 'di ko na k-kaya..." firm believer that when jho feels too good, she starts tearing up and pouting :(( shaking her head cutely, her glasses all the way down to the tip of her nose, breathing erratically... too cute!!

"manners, baby." you'd managed to say, and you taught your babyboy so well so she'd ask to cum politely! with "please" and everything :(( and you're always fine swallowing every drop but there's a certain wave of satisfaction that washes over jhoanna when you let her cum all over your face so you let her do it! 😋 she thinks you look sooo pretty like that, even wiping your cheek with her fingers and making you suck her cum from them... she's so bashful but when courage takes over her, jho definitely becomes something else 😳😳

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

River Below 9

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, bullying, illness, and other possible triggers. Warnings are not exhaustive and will not include plot devices/elements.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Life in the Banks is tough but one man can make it worse.

Characters: Rafe Cameron

Note: Vday fic taking me some time so here ya are. Also, Ward is tiptoeing his way into this lol.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

Work is daunting the next day. Your head hurts, you barely slept, you just couldn’t settle for the night. And your body is inexplicably sore. You walk to work with a weight in your legs and chest. 

Each step is a challenge as you know Rafe will be waiting for you. He’ll have had all night to stew in his anger and humiliation and think of a dozen ways to take it out on you. 

It’s not your fault. You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t ask him to. He made you get naked and he couldn’t… perform. You almost feel bad for him.  

You come up the back steps of the shop, rickety and creaking beneath you. You reach for the door but it opens before you can even find the keys. You nearly fall backwards into the dirt as you take a step down. You’re surprised by the face that greets you. 

You expect the younger Cameron, not the elder. You blink dumbly at him as he bids you ‘good morning’. In a moment, his stern expression brightens and he smiles as he steps back, welcoming you in. You accept with a nod and sidle past him inside. His closeness has you quickly flitting to the row of hooks over the low bench where you hang your bag. 

“Didn’t know you were opening,” he says. 

“Um, yeah, sir,” you take your apron and loop the strap over your neck. 

He closes the door. Odd, he seemed to be on his way out. You reach back to tie the loose straps around your waist. 

“You’re a hard worker,” he comments as he crosses his arm, stepping closer, just past the door. He leans on the wall, one foot hooked over the other, “honest… can I ask you something?” 

You hesitate and press your palms to the front of the apron, just against your stomach. “Yes, sir.” 

He chuckles, a rocky noise. He’s amused by you. You don’t know why. 

“My son. Rafe. He been in?” 

“I just got here–” 

“Yesterday?” He interjects. 

“Oh, uh…” you think back. You don’t know if you should tell the truth. You saw Rafe, just not at work. 

“I don’t remember, Mr. Cameron,” you clasp your hands together, “it was pretty busy–” 

He nods and clicks his tongue. He watches you, combing his finger through his dark hair. He pushes away from the wall, dwarfing you as you curl your shoulders inward. 

“You’re a hard worker. I admire that. Wish my son had that in him,” he puts one hand in his pocket, “he’s got too much of an attitude.” 

You push your shoulders up in half a shrug. It isn’t your place to say so. 

“Haven’t seen him much,” you lie. 

“Ah,” he takes a breath, “well, you just let me know if you get any of that attitude. I’d hate to think of him treating you mean.” 

“He mostly stays upstairs,” you squeak, “sir, I should… I should start opening.” 

He considers you. His bold eyes hold you in arrest. There’s something in them that reminds you of Rafe. You repress a shudder. 

“How about I help?” He offers. 

“What, er, sir?” You blanch. 

“Yeah, I’d love to get my hands dirty,” he says, “it’s humbling, you know? Lot of people out there buy these places and treat it like a number in their portfolio. I think this place has potential. And you. Would do my son well if he got down here in the grease, too.” 

“Erm, okay, sir, if you like, but...” you hesitate. Will Rafe be mad at you? It’s not like you can say no. Not to either Cameron. “Um, you might mess up your clothes though.” 

He looks down at his button up and leather belt. You know it’s probably expensive. He shops at places you never even heard of. 

“How about an apron? You got a spare one?” He suggests. 

“Oh, sure,” you turn and grab the apron that used to be Arlene’s. You offer it to him. He smiles and thanks you. 

“You just pretend I’m new, alright? Like you’re training me,” he explains as he loops the apron over his head. “Honey, do me a favour and tie me up.” 

He turns his back to you. It takes you a moment before you get his meaning. You grab the strings as the dangle at his side and draw them back to tie around his back. He seems bigger as you stand close. You let go and back up. 

“Great,” he spins and claps his hands, “show me the ropes, honey.” 

Your lips purse. It’s so strange. He's so nice but his son is so mean. It confuses you. For a moment, you think of telling him. Maybe he could set Rafe straight. No... no. That’s stupid. Just like you. 

“So I turn the grease heaters on first,” you redirect your attentions to the work; that’s easy, you can do it. Anyone can. “I always check first, see if the grease needs a change.” 

He hums and nods, shadowing you closely.  

“They take some time, so I get the coffee going next. In the morning, it’s what people get the most.” You lead him to the machine and pull out the basket with yesterday’s filter. He watches intently as you empty and rinse it. Your hands are clumsy as you tear open a packet of pre-weighed grinds. 

“I’m making you nervous,” he says. 

“Sorry, sir, I’m... I’m tired, that’s all.” 

“You work hard. I saw the schedule. Almost every day.” He muses. 

You nod, “yeah, er...” 

“I know, it doesn’t pay too much, does it?” He sniffs and holds out his hand. “Let me.” He takes the packet and rips into it easily. He pours it into the filter. “I can still figure out coffee.” 

“Um, next I start the french toast mix. We do waffles on weekends only.” 

“Right,” he shuffles with you. “You live in-town?” 

“I live... down near the shore, sir,” you answer, “down on the banks.” 

“You know, my son, he just never got that. He doesn’t know what it’s like to have to lift himself up. I’m trying to give him that. I want him to do that with this place. Work from the bottom,” he puts his hands on his hips as he looms over you. You pile ingredients into a large bowl and whisk. “Like you are.” 

“Sir, I... I’m just a pogue,” you mutter. 

“You’re a person. You got someone to take care of, don’t you? They keep you working.” He remarks. “You’re young...” 

“My mama, sir. She’s sick but... we manage.” 

He’s quiet as he continues to observe your diligent work. “Can’t underestimate hard work. If I was my son, I’d start with a pay raise but I’m not gonna do the job for him. He needs to figure that out.” 

“Yes, sir,” you set the bowl aside and pull out a loaf of bread so it’s ready. 

“Get the grill going for sausage and craw,” you instruct next. 

“See, you got the mindset, honey. You focus. I can’t make this place any better but my son will get there. He is mine, after all,” he chuckles. “how about...” he pauses and exhales as he thinks, “you could come work with me. Two days a week. Cut back on shifts here since they got the new bodies in.” 

“Sir? For you? But I... I only worked here for a couple months.” 

“You learned fast, didn’t you? You’re showing me around like a pro,” he shrugs. “It’s nothing big. Just need someone to help me out with some clerical work. Filing or whatever. It’ll pay better than here, even with tips.” 

“Sir...” you blink at him. It’s not a true escape but it might get you some space from Rafe. Or it might make him hate you more. 

“You drive?” He asks. “It’s up away from the banks. I could get you there. Send a car.” 

You don’t know if you can say no. Not just because it could lose you both jobs but because you need the money desperately. Your ma needs to see the doctor again. 

“No pressure,” he assures you. 

“Sir,” you look up at him, “can I think about it?” 

He smiles and rubs your arm, lingering on your shoulder with a squeeze, “take your time. I’ll leave you my number. You can let me know.” 

☀️

You get home without obstacle. It doesn’t comfort you. You can sense trouble lurking. It might not be right now, but it’s coming. 

Rafe never showed up at the stand. Ward left and the rest of you went through the motions. You smell like fish and grease. The others swore to silence and loaded up a bag for you to take to your ma. 

She’s happy when you hand it over with a large diet coke. She thanks you as you watch her. She was always right. About everything. Maybe she can help you figure this out. 

“Ma,” you twist your fist around your finger. “I... I need help.” 

“Help?” She looks alarmed as she keeps from biting into the cajun chicken. “You sounded like you were struggling last night. Everything okay?” 

You blanch. Did she hear everything? Does she know? 

“Oh, I was trying to fix that old VCR,” you have to hold back a cringe at the lie. “But that’s... no. Mama, I... I got an offer for a new job. I’d still be working this one but, er, this new one... I don’t really think I’d know what I’m doin’.” 

“You’re smart, baby, you’ll learn,” she preens and takes a greedy bite. You wait for her to finish. “That’s so exciting. A new job!” 

“It’s um... it’s way up... out of the banks.” 

“Out of the banks,” she tuts. “That’s far.” 

“I know, mama, but Mr. Cameron--” 

“Cameron?” She jerks as if she’s been doused in ice water. “Ward?” 

You frown, “that’s him, mam.” 

“Oh...” she chews another mouthful and thinks. “He’s a rich one.” 

“Yeah, he bought the chip shack--” 

“He did? When was that?” 

“Weeks ago,” you sway. “I guess it’ll be too much. Not worth it, huh?” 

“Well, it’s your choice, baby,” she stares at the bag then crumples the top. “I just worry about you goin’ so far.” 

“I didn’t say yes or nothin’,” you assure her. 

“I think if you wanna, you should try. You never know what could happen, right? Could be a step up to an even better place,” she nods. “It’s just... them people up there, the kooks are real different than us. They don’t like us.” 

Pogues don’t like you either. You don’t say so but you don’t see much of a difference there. You smile thinly. 

“I’m still thinking,” you say.  

You flinch at the noise on the roof. You look up in unison with your ma. She grunts.  

“Hope it’s not them dang shingles ‘gain. Can’t afford to have it nailed down.” She mutters. 

“I’ll check, ma,” you grimace. “It could be a gull again. They tryna build their nests all over.” 

You back out and head to the front door. It’s just another tick in the yes column. You need to fix the roof, properly, not to mention the rest of this place. 

As you come out, a rock bounces off your chest and you clatter against the door. Rafe stands across from the front steps with a handful of stones. You touch your chest as it throbs and cross the crooked porch. 

“Been tryna get you out here. Was about to come in and introduce myself to the mammoth. Thought those were extinct.” 

“Don’t talk about my ma,” you sniffle as you cross your arms. 

“Or what? You gonna lay there like a corpse again?” He snaps. 

You furrow your brow. You only did what he said. He must be mad because of well... his thing not working. 

“I got an idea,” he chuckles. You notice he’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday. 

You stare at him. Waiting. 

“Should I come in and let mama hear or are you gonna get your ass over here?” he scoffs. 

You tramp down the steps and he tilts his head at you. His eyes narrow and he reaches for your arm. He jerks you toward him. You collide with his stomach. He grabs the back of your neck and his other hand comes under your chin. 

He holds you against him as he snarls down at you. His hand shifts along your throat. “You’re so pathetic,” he sneers. “Small, nothing.” His fingers curl into your scalp. “Feel that. Feel the power I got over you? I could break your neck and leave you out here for the old lady to holler for... no one would care.” 

“Yes, sir,” you croak at him. 

“Come on. You lead the way,” he shoves you so you stumble and fall on your ass. “You pogues know all the hiding spots. Let’s go find one.” 

[strwberri-milk]

How would Xavier, Zayne and Rafayel react if we asked them to set us up with Jeremiah, Greyson and Thomas? In this scenario we're single and not into any of the LIs (but they don't know)

these kinda feel ooc but i kjinda like them anyway LMAOO let them be. mean and bitter bc thats how I feel whenever im rejected LMAOO

Xavier is pissed. He doesn't really show you the brunt of his anger but you can see he's...displeased with the way he just barely entertains the question. He'll ask if you really want him to get you with Jeremiah and if you really think that a guy like that is deserving of your attention. Somehow, despite how harsh the words themselves are his soft voice betrays their venom and you can delude yourself into thinking he's just being dramatic or making fun of his close friend.

You wouldn't be able to use Xavier to get to Jeremiah at all. He won't go out of his way to stop you from hanging out with him if you don't tell him you're going to see him but he makes his disapproval known at any given moment in time. You'd have to seek out the object of your affections independent of Xavier but when he sees the two of you together his gaze darkens and he observes from the sidelines.

Ultimately, he does want your happiness so he'll keep his thoughts to himself. However, you know he isn't happy about the fact you're seeing Jeremiah but you can't understand why. It's not because the man is treating you poorly - it's just because Xavier wants you. The fact that he can't have you vexes him but he's also not wanting to admit this to you. He grows distant with Jeremiah but if you ask him to spend time with you he finds it hard to say no. He'll always be longing for you, praying that you'll return his feelings but with every day that passes he knows the chance of it happening dies.

Zayne doesn't know how to respond. He asks you a little about your feelings for Greyson, trying to understand just how much you like the man. When it's clear that just the simple act of introducing him to you would make you happy he decides to do it despite every part of his body screaming no. He loves you and he wants you but he also knows he'd never forgive himself for getting in the way of your happiness.

It would take him a second honestly to muster up the mental energy to ask Greyson if he'd like to meet you. He mentions that a friend of his would like to meet him and internally, he's devastated when Greyson says yes, setting up a time and place for the two of you to meet.

As your relationship with him develops Zayne finds himself wishing he could retract. He loves you and he always will but seeing you so happy with someone that isn't makes his heart break. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid you two but he also doesn't really hang out with the two of you either. He tries to keep himself neutral as much as possible, not letting his personal feelings bleed into his professional life.

Honestly, it seems as though he doesn't have a personal life. He throws himself into work now that you don't have as much time to be with him. He doesn't really mind being too busy for other things but a part of him misses when he could spend all his free time with you. You'd start to see less and less of him, Greyson telling you that he's just busy all the time. You miss him too but you know he is a busy man, the two of you falling out of touch as time passes at an agonizingly slow pace for him.

Rafayel wouldn't introduce you to Thomas for similar reasons to Xavier. He doesn't think Thomas deserves you so you'd have to circumvent Rafayel which is fairly easy considering how often Thomas comes by his place for work and how often Rafayel insists you have to come over.

It's best to speak to Thomas whenever Rafayel is in the midst of an elaborate painting considering he'll leave you alone as all of his attention is taken up. That's when the two of you would bond and your relationship would grow, much to Rafayel's displeasure. He notices what's happening and would make subtle hints (read: complain loudly) about how you deserve someone better than Thomas. He tries to steal your attention but the more it fails the meaner he seems to get.

Thomas finds himself either fired or demoted but thanks to the fact that he's been able to work with Rafayel for so long he finds new work quickly. You want to scold Rafayel for being so petty but the man you find isn't the one you grew to know. This one is cold and almost cruel, never outwardly saying anything mean to you but you get the sense that he's keeping quiet for your sake.

He can't help but lash out, deciding he doesn't need this anymore. He'll decide that he doesn't need you (and he's fully lying to himself), resigning himself fully back to feeling that ever permeating pain that seeps itself into every part of his being. He was already used to the longing before - he'll do it again.

[thebibliosphere]

So, full disclosure. They were actually very up front with me as a former employee, probably more so than they would be with someone they hadn’t worked with before.

But the phrasing I got was along the lines of, “we love this, but we would like to make a few adjustments to make this better fit within house style and to appeal to a broader market.”

And then they proceeded to say that after multiple readings and perspectives they “saw what I was trying to do with Nathan, but worried it just wouldn’t work for a broader market.”

When I asked for clarification I was told he “lacked conflict over his status as a person with disabilities” and that readers would perceive his acceptance of his limitations as having given up, which is a depressing narrative.

When I continued to press for examples of what they meant my former colleague got snippy with me and told me “you know what we mean” and wouldn’t elaborate further to which I replied, “oh, you want him to hate himself or be more inspirational like his disability doesn’t affect him.”

At which point my former colleague brightened and said, “yeah! Exactly! We need to give the reader something to relate to.”

Then told me all the ways we could make him “relatable.”

We then proceeded to go through the rest of their desired changes to “improve the conflict and payoff of the narrative” with me continuing to play clueless whenever they wouldn’t straight up say what they meant.

By that time my former colleague was really irate with me and said, “look, you’ve worked the industry. You know what sells. You’re not giving yourself a chance. This is a lot of money we’re offering you for something that honestly, is a big risk even with all the changes.”

And that’s when I thanked them for their time, declined the offer and put my time and energy into self-pub and made almost 10x what they offered me at debut and got to keep creative control and distribution of my work so, thank you, Tumblr, for proving them wrong.

It was still one of the surrealist moments of my life watching y’all freeze my Amazon sales rankings because they rose so quickly at pre-order launch Amazon thought it was a bot raid 😅

I know trad-pub's gotten a little more liberal with regards to fandom over the last few years (they had to because of all the stellar authors who came up through fandom to become professionally published), but I still have plenty of trad-pub friends who were told to disengage with fandom entirely because it was seen as too risky.

And, like, can you imagine if I'd been desperate enough and sold Phangs to my old publisher, made all the (catastrophic) changes they wanted, and then they told me I couldn't engage in fandom anymore?

Like sorry, but there's no off-switch for this brain. If I don't get to say the random shit that comes into my brain whenever I feel like it, I will go insane, and that is a threat. All this energy has to go somewhere.

You try existing in a brain that comes up with Bruce Wayne being in a power throuple with Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog and keeping it to yourself.

[impish-baby]

Yandere Omega father x beta reader how would you perceive this?

I am thinking..single omega father that is completely out of mind, the only thing he knows for certain is that he loves you more than anything!

You're his gift, his pride and joy, the one blessing he was given out of years of strife

He doesn't mean to make things hard for you, truly, it's just that you're his baby! You shouldn't have to lift a finger around the house, don't worry, dad has it covered (and if you have a tough time getting a starter job because you're embarrassed that you don't know how to do basic tasks, you where silly for wanting to work in the first place)

Dating has been a no-go for him for a very long time, omega father needed all his attention to be on you, it's important for pups to have lots of care! Really, he just despises the idea of anyone else taking on a parental role in your life

If he were to ever start dating again, he's so nitpicky that there's rarely a second date if he even got through the first. He gets so anxious being away, his poor puppy is home by themselves :(( they have to be devested that he isn't there with them, he can just imagine them curled up in his nest waiting for him to get back like a good kid.. (insert shot of reader having the time of their life chugging energy drinks and watching all the movies that were 'too inappropriate'... jk, the weirdo probably has nanny cams everywhere)

He isn't above the worst kinds of manipulation to get you to stay with him

Sobbing, choking on air breakdowns that make you worry to the core.. bawling his eyes out about you not caring about him, hating him (you just wanted to visit a friend)

Escalating, especially if it's about you eventually moving out. He's desperate, fear clawing at his chest as he sobs that he should just die then, that he'll wither away because his precious baby doesn't want their dumb father anymore

Sometimes, the bouts swing into fits of anger that have you crying. He doesn't yell, not really, but who wants the only parent they have telling them that they gave up their entire lives for them and now you're throwing all that away? That it's your fault your dad suffered for years, didn't eat because he had to make sure you did, and here you are walking away like he means nothing to you, ungrateful brat..

He never means it, of course! It's just that.. dad gets really upset when you talk about things of that nature, sweetie, and it is true to an extent that he sacrificed everything for you, weren't you being a little selfish now that you think about it? Come here, he'll dutifully wipe away those yucky tears so you can go cuddle and forget what a stupid thing you said, it's like nothing ever happened! :D

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm happy for Ace for getting his unique magic but honestly I would be really bothered if it's so... what's the word? OP? Like I want it to have limits like with Azul unique magic.

I don't know I usually dislike when the characters suddenly is given a limitless power like with malleus I let it pass because since the beginning the story with giving us the talk about how strong he is and all that talk but for a character to suddenly master a limitless power well that feels unrealistic?

What do you think miss Raven? How would you feel if his unique magic is actually that powerful?

(by the way I really love Ace I have nothing against him I'm just talking about his um lol)

[For more details on Ace's unique magic, see this post!]

Well 😅 let's not be hasty here! Ace quite literally just discovered what his UM is. There’s no reason to suspect that he’ll be able to use his UM with no limitations or drawbacks whatsoever, especially since he is described to be an average mage.

I really doubt that Ace would achieve automatic proficiency right away too. Epel got his UM in February (book 7 is in spring, but set before the interscholastic magift/spelldrive tournament in May) and only has an 80% success rate. Deuce got his UM in February too, but he has to spend several seconds properly aiming his spell. Sebek still reels from the aftereffects of his UM, even though his manifested even longer ago (shortly after Silver enrolled at NRC). Ace would have to take the time to master his UM, on top of understanding what it can and cannot do.

I don’t think it’s fair to say that Ace has “suddenly mastered a limitless power” right now. We don’t know if he “mastered” it yet since he only casted it once… which is just when the spell itself manifested in his head. It isn’t “mastery”, it feels more like Ace was riding the high of the moment and needed to release all this newly acquired energy. There’s no guarantee that it would work as well as it did on a second attempt. And again, we don’t know if this is truly “limitless.” There’s too little information to go off of right now, and I’d rather not jump the gun or make assumptions.

There’s very few characters with unbalanced UMs, with Malleus being one of them. I really, really doubt they’d put Ace on Malleus’s level of overpowered.

[inlovewithpandora]

ᥫ᭡ — The Baby Bug

Featuring — Tsu’tey x fem!Omatikaya!reader [ft. The Sully Family]

Lyrics — When you and Tsu’tey babysit little Neteyam so his parents can have some alone time, your mate starts to imagine what life would be like if you and him started a family.

Music Advisory — Fluff, Pre-Atwow based, established relationship (mates), domestic scenes, implied baby fever, baby!Neteyam (imagined as 5-7 months old), mention of Jake and Neytiri’s relationship

Duration — 3.1k words

Words from Artist — I haven’t written for Tsu’tey in forever so I enjoyed working on this! I hope my Tsu’tey lovers enjoy! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions <3

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Your best friend, Neytiri, gave birth to her beautiful baby boy, Neteyam months ago and she and Jake have been spending their days as first time parents nurturing and loving on their child. Parenting an infant has been taking up all of the couple's time but since they’ve been able to learn and adjust to their son’s schedule, they are finally able to spend time with their best friends. While Jake and Tsu’tey are wandering the forest, foraging for some fruits for you all to munch on, you and Neytiri are sitting together with your feet resting inside the nearby river.

As the water gently flows over your feet, you look over to Neytiri with a proud smile, loving to see her in the new light that motherhood has bestowed upon her. You know how long she’s been wanting a child with Jake so when she told you she was pregnant you were so happy for her and her mate. While Neytiri sits beside you, cradling Neteyam as he’s sleeping peacefully in her arms, you can’t help but notice the faint shadow of exhaustion in her eyes. You know that having a child isn’t easy, all the sleepless nights and having to give the baby all the energy and attention isn’t easy but as always Neytiri excels.

“He is so precious.” you say softly as you lean closer to admire Neteyam. “Eywa has truly blessed you, Neytiri.”

Neytiri smiles, her gaze fixed on her son. “Yes, she has. He is my heart… but it has been so long since Jake and I had time together. Just the two of us.” Her voice carries a wistful undertone, missing the days when she and Jake could just be together lovingly as a couple instead of feeling the need to be in parent mode all the time. She can barely remember the last time she and Jake had a date night, spent the night in each other's embrace, or were able to be intimate with one another. As much as she loves her son she needs a break, just a few hours of alone time with her husband so they can reconnect.

Hearing the tiredness in Neytiri's voice and the yearning coded in her words makes your heart slightly ache. It’s clear she desires a chance to spend quality time with Jake, to remind themselves of who they are as mates beyond their roles as parents. “Neytiri,” you say softly, placing a comforting hand on her arm. “You and Jake deserve time to alone. You both have given so much of yourselves to Neteyam, but it’s just as important to nurture your bond with each other.”

She glances at you, her expression uncertain. “But who would watch over Neteyam? I cannot ask that of anyone.”

A playful smile graces your lips as you gently tap her arm. “Who said you have to ask? I’m offering.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she sits up a little straighter, shocked that you’re willing to babysit her son. “You would do that? Watch over him?”

“Of course!” you reply, laughing softly. “I love spending time with him. And honestly, I think you and Jake need this. Have the night to yourselves. Go for a walk, watch the stars, enjoy each other’s company without worrying about feedings and nap schedules.”

Neytiri hesitates for a moment, looking down at her son. Neteyam stirs slightly in her arms, his tiny fingers curling against her chest, and her gaze softens with adoration. But then she looks back at you, a flicker of hope in her golden eyes as she begins to think about what the night could hold for her and Jake if she agrees to let you watch him. “Are you certain? I don’t want to burden you.”

You nod firmly, sticking with your offer to take him off her hands for a while. “I’m positive. I will take excellent care of him. Besides, he’s perfect, Neytiri. He’ll probably sleep the whole time and won’t even notice you’re gone.”

A laugh escapes her lips, light and melodic as she places Neteyam in the baby carrier that’s wrapped around her body since her arms are starting to grow tired. “Very well.” she says, gratitude evident in her voice. “Thank you, sister. This means so much to me.”

You smile warmly, squeezing her shoulder gently. “You don’t need to thank me, Neytiri. I’m happy to help,” you say softly. “Just bring him by tonight, and enjoy your time with Jake. I promise, everything will be fine.”

—

You and Tsu’tey are currently at home, preparing your space for Neteyam’s arrival. Your cozy mauri is filled with the faint glow of bioluminescent plants you’ve carefully placed around the room to add some more light. Your mate is seated near the fire pit, carefully sharpening his blade while you gather soft woven blankets and toys, ensuring everything is perfect for little Neteyam’s visit.

“You are certain this is a good idea?” Tsu’tey asks, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence. His hairless brows furrowed, though not out of worry for the child but more for you. Tsu’tey has seen firsthand how much energy a baby can require and he knows you’re doing Neytiri and Jake a kindness and allowing them several hours of peace but he wants to make sure you won’t get overwhelmed.

You chuckle softly as you arrange the blankets into a cozy nest for Neteyam when he decides he wants to crawl around and play. “He is just a baby, Tsu’tey. How much trouble could he possibly be?” You’ve had your share of babysitting, especially when you were younger and would help your mother take care of your siblings so looking after sweet little Neteyam was practically light work for you, you weren’t worried about how the night would go at all because you know things will go smoothly.

Tsu’tey snorts, setting his blade aside and turning to face you fully. “That small warrior may not walk or speak yet, but he already commands the attention of two of the finest hunters I know. Do not underestimate him.”

You laugh at Tsu’tey’s words, shaking your head. “I don’t underestimate him. I’ve spent enough time with Neteyam to know how strong he’s going to be someday but he’s just a baby for now.” You respond playfully while moving any items that are hazardous for a baby to get ahold of in a place Neteyem wouldn't be able to reach. “Besides, if he does decide to pull off some little surprise trick, I’ll handle it.”

His eyes soften at the warmth in your voice, though his protective instinct still lingers. “If you need me, I’ll be right here. And if that little warrior starts causing trouble, I will gladly take over.”

“I’m not worried, but thank you.”

Tsu’tey lips slightly curl into a halfway smile, glad that you’re confident. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when Neteyam tries to take over the whole place. He is a Sully after all.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be just like his father. A bit of a handful but with a heart of gold.” You pause and look at him affectionately, enjoying the back and forth banter. “And we both know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you finish your preparations, you look forward to spending the evening with Neteyam, knowing that you’ll have his tiny giggles and quiet coos to keep you company. And, more importantly, you’re glad that Neytiri and Jake will finally get to enjoy a peaceful moment together.

Once eclipse finally comes, the sound of footsteps approaching your home draws your attention. Moments later, Jake and Neytiri walk through the entryway and into the common area, Neytiri cradling a sleeping Neteyam in her arms while Jake carries a small woven bag filled with baby essentials.

Neytiri’s expression is a mix of gratitude and hesitation, while Jake’s face lights up at the sight of you and Tsu’tey, thankful that he’s getting a little break. “Hey,” Jake greets, his voice a little softer than usual so he doesn’t wake up Neteyam. “You sure about this? Once we’re gone, there’s no turning back.”

“Go,” you say with a smile, rising to meet them. “Spend some time together. Me and Tsu’tey got this.”

Neytiri gently hands Neteyam over to you, her hands lingering for a moment as if she’s reluctant to let him go. This is the first time she’s leaving Neteyam alone with someone other than Jake or her mother since he took his first breath so she’s a little nervous about giving him up. “He has just been fed and should sleep for at least a couple hours. But if he cries—”

“We’ll handle it.” you reassure her, cradling the baby with practiced ease from taking care of your younger siblings when you were a child. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Neytiri’s lips twitch into a small smile, nodding her head and allowing herself to relax and not worry because she knows her son is in good hands. “I do.”

Jake steps closer to Tsu’tey, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man. Appreciate you doing this. If anything goes wrong—”

“It will not.” Tsu’tey interrupts with a firm and confident tone. He knows that you and him can handle taking care of the small warrior so he isn’t worried one bit. He crosses his arms and gives Jake a pointed look, one of his usual stern expressions. “Go. Your mate needs this time.”

Jake raises his hands in surrender, a grin spreading across his face as he realizes that his best friend is right that he and Neytiri definitely need these next few hours alone to spend time together as mates. “Alright, alright. We’re going.”

As Neytiri and Jake head off into the forest, their hands intertwined and their voices fading into the distance, you glance down at the baby in your arms. Neteyam stirs slightly, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of your necklace, and your heart melts at the sight. Tsu’tey moves to stand beside you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he gazes down at the baby. “He is… small.”

You suppress a laugh, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “Yes, and perfect.” Neteyam lets out a soft coo, his tiny face scrunching up before drifting off back to sleep.

Tsu’tey watches him intently, his fierce expression softening as he places a soft kiss on your temple. “We will do well.” he says, his voice quiet but filled with certainty about his and your capabilities.

“Yes, we will.” The two of you settle in for the evening, the peaceful sounds of the forest surrounding your home as you take on the role of caregivers for the night.

—

As Neytiri said, for the next hour or so Neteyam was sleeping peacefully but after a while he woke up energetic as ever. He was crawling around the marui, playing with some of the toys his parents brought for him so he could keep himself entertained, and every so often he wanted to be held, like right now.

While your preparing a snack for you and Tsu’tey, Neteyam makes his way over to you, tugging lightly on the decorative strings of your loincloth, communicating to you that he wants to be picked up. You gently set the knife down on the surface next to you, a soft smile forming on your lips as you glance down at Neteyam.

His bright golden eyes meet yours, and his tiny hands tug once more at the colored thread, clearly eager to be picked up. “You want to be held, hm?” you say softly, your voice warm and affectionate as you extend your arms to him, and with a delighted giggle, he crawls closer towards you, his small hands reaching for you.

You scoop him up gently, cradling him in your arms. He snuggles against you, his tiny hands grasping at your fingers as you stand up, carefully adjusting his position in your arms so both you and him can be comfortable. Tsu’tey watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees how easily you slip into this nurturing role. “You make it look effortless.” he says, his voice calm as he leans back against the wall, watching you with an appreciative gaze.

“It’s not hard when he’s so sweet.” you reply, bouncing Neteyam gently in your arms, tickling his belly every so often which draws a few soft giggles from him. “He’s so full of energy, though.”

Tsu’tey nods in agreement, his eyes softening as he looks at Neteyam. “The way you care for him… it’s like you were born for this.” You feel your heart flutter at his words, but before you can respond, Neteyam starts to babble happily in your arms, reaching for the bowl of fruit you were preparing earlier.

“Let’s get you something to eat, little one.” you laugh, shifting to grab the fruit you had chopped in smaller pieces earlier for him on the table. You balance Neteyam in one arm as you grab a piece of yovo fruit, offering it to him in small amounts so he’ll be able to digest it safely. He takes it eagerly, his bright eyes lighting up as he tries to gnaw on the soft flesh of the fruit and the new flavor dances on his palate.

Ever since you and him started courting he’s known he wanted a family with you, but seeing you like this, so natural, so nurturing, makes that desire all the more real. The thought of little feet running around the marui, tiny voices calling for their sa’nu and sempu, and their little faces with a mixture of you and his features feels closer than ever, not just the distant dream that once played in his mind.

Tsu’tey comes and sits down at the wooden table with you, his gaze lingering on you as you gently bounce Neteyam on your thigh while your hand is wrapped around his stomach to make sure he stays upright, his tiny fingers wrapped around yours. “You look at peace.” he murmurs, his voice low, starting up a topic of conversation that he hopes both of you can see eye to eye on.

You glance up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I suppose I am.” you say, brushing a hand over Neteyam’s head full of hair, feeling his little tail brush against your skin.

Tsu’tey brings his chair closer towards you, watching as Neteyam slowly begins to drift off in your arms after burning off all his energy and filling his belly with fruit. He is quiet for a moment, as if weighing his words and trying to figure out how to phrase them. Then, in a voice that holds a sense of hope, he asks the big question. “Have you thought more about our family?”

You blink, a little surprised by the sudden question, but warmth fills your chest at the thought. “Of course,” you say, looking up at him. “I always have. I just… I thought we would wait until the time felt right.” The topic of starting a family has come up multiple times over the course of your relationship and you both knew you wanted a family but neither of you put a timeframe on it, not wanting things to feel rushed or forced when there wasn’t any reason to be.

Tsu’tey reaches out, brushing his fingers gently over the back of your hand, looking directly into your eyes. “And what if that time is now?” His tone is steady, but there is something deeper beneath it, vulnerability, the side that only you and your future children are allowed to see. “Seeing you with him… I know now more than ever that you will be an incredible mother. Our children will be strong, loved, and safe.” He pauses, searching your face, trying to read the emotions behind your expression. “If you are ready, I am.”

Your heart swells at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. For so long, starting a family was a ‘someday’ thought, but now, with the love of your life looking at you with such devotion, such certainty, you feel a shift, the readiness of becoming a parent settling into your mind and heart. You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing his strong jawline. “Then we will begin trying.”

Saying those words makes reality set in to what your future can hold. A child growing in your womb, your belly expanding the further your pregnancy progresses, Tsu’tey treating you with the upmost care during the whole experience, and bringing your baby home for the first home, a physical form of the love you share for each other. Thinking of all those moments makes your heart flutter with what’s to come and you’re ready, ready to start a family with the man of your dreams.

When Tsu’tey hears that his smile grows, his chest swelling with love as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “We will be great parents.” he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with unwavering belief. He’s confident in your and his abilities, that whenever Eywa decides to fill your womb with a child that both of you will be ready for the lifetime responsibility.

The moment lingers, warm and full of quiet anticipation of the future as you and Tsu’tey begin sharing stories of what you think your children will be like. Neteyam shifts slightly in your arms, his tiny sigh grabbing both you and your mate’s attention. You glance down at the little warrior, then back up at Tsu’tey whose eyes are filled with unwavering affection for you, and in that moment, you know that your relationship is evolving into something greater.

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In Danny’s defense, he’s bitten everyone that’s tried to grab him. The street kids warned him about all sorts of ways to get got, and he’s not going down!

Why is Danny a tiny street rat?

Portal went pearshaped and worked when he was younger. Got kicked into another universe’s timeline and was spat out here. Boy can still use ecto-related abilities well enough and is a Menace if left unsupervised in a junkyard…

Which may be where Duke met him during a fight. Danny allows Duke to ‘escort him to safety’ for the hero’s benefit. And meta solidarity. Mostly as Cool Costume distracted his ass.

Tim Drake rolling up to nab him sets off ‘stranger danger’.

Duke laughing at Tim before clarifying that one of the heroes mentioned a street kid that could use a foster home, and their family has licensed foster parents.

Danny states ‘i’m not getting trafficked again!’ Before going intangible and running off.

Tim finds Danny again, this time in a park feeding ducks bird seed from the pigeon guy.

Tim approaches slowly and asks if he can talk to Danny on Danny terms.

Danny allows it.

Tim checks if Danny ran away or not. (Didn’t run away, their pet project dropped me here. It’s weird food isnt coming to life, but Mrs. Foley said it shouldn’t, and has me sleep over a lot.)

Tim slowly works out ‘lab accident’ and checks how long Danny had his powers.

‘Mmm, a week or two since i got here.’

Tim is now far more invested in Danny’s weird life (and the fact his parents vacation in various dimensions) before offering Danny a place to get showered at least.

Danny accepts shower and Diner Food specifically… ans within a few weeks is somehow orchestrated as Jack Drake’s illegitimate son with amnesia.

Tim is far too smug about the half sibling from another timeline. Far too smug.

Tim’s continued threats of adopting Danny himself if Bruce doesnt get legal custody work. Especially given Danny’s Known Attachment to Duke.

Duke is the cool older brother.

Tim is the weird age-gap brother for Danny who lets him play in the lab with him and they make fun weapons! He likes the laser tag guns they made that can stun people with ectoplasm!

Bruce is just glad this one isnt interested in vigilantism. But concerned about the fixation on mixing occult magic (ectoplasm is a form of death energy) and science.

Jason scoops up that part of Danny’s mentoring as the All Blades Bearer.

Damian and Danny have decided Danny gets to tinker with Damian non-bladed weapons.

JL tried to find a way to send Danny back, only yo be told by a multiversal entity that ‘the boy’s frightmates will be brought over soon enough.’

Up to you who else is dropped off in DC (sam being Raven’s cousin on her mom’s side with adult!raven being the only one able to contain the baby plant witch and eco-terrorist who babbles about Ivy and Ra’s having a point (ra’s is eco terrorist funding his schtick via assassins, not the other way around). Tucker has Multiple Options here: Wonder Woman (pantheon avatar), Hawkman or Hawkgirl (egypt bond), Black Adam if you want a villian, hell, if you want him in Gotham pick a member of the Fox family to nab tiny Tucker and go ‘my kid now’ or anyone else. Jazz is honestly a character that can vibe in most of DC.

Frankly i find the idea of Jazz being adopted by a neighbor of Wally’s and complaining she can’t find her brother after the accident, only to ding as related to Danny Wayne a fun was to reintroduce her.

But remember, no limit on how many others are dropkicked into DC for whatever reason (portal ate Amity without Danny living there to stabilize it until it was forcibly closed and by then people were Scattered?).

Adoption Privileges?

Dpxdc Prompt #44

"So is Bruce the only one able to adopt kids off the street in this family or is that a like, everybody privilege."

"Duke, what-"

Duke laughed sheepishly at Tim who was still processing what he had just asked. He could hear other conversations in the cave coming to a halt, drawback of living with a bunch of vigilantes is that they all love easedropping.

"Well? Like what's the process? Do I have to get B to get the kid or can I just take him myself. He has black hair and blue eyes if that helps, Bruce's type."

Tim was gaping now, looking like he was bluescreening. Duke would feel bad if it weren't so funny. Actually scratch that, he does feel bad, Tim hasn't moved in the last 60 seconds.

"It's just, there's this little meta boy, he can't be older than 7 and-"

"Duke leave it to me, I would love to have another little sibling that doesn't want to kill me. Wait he won't want to kill me right? Nah kids don't hate me that much. If you really think we need to get this kid of the streets..."

And Tim kept rambling and rambling on. Duke was the one gaping now, but it was only for a few seconds before he started laughing. Of course Tim's first thought would be if the 7 year old would try to stab him.

Danny's gonna be okay, if Tim has anything to say about it.

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i don't really send in asks often because im much more of a lurker than an interactor, but i think its important that you know how much your work is appreciated. like im reading Everything you put out just because your work is that good and im engaged with characters i barely even Know. you've made me love characters i didn't even give a second glance to. ALSO THE MINI FIGURES. you make me crave them so bad. Everything Is Alright tugs so badly at my heart and i Eagerly await every time you update that one, it's so good and so long and definitely worthy if reread after reread

Thank you! I have a lot of fun writing these stories!

Everything Is Alright Pt 134

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “You realize Starscream is likely to take you sparking our mate without warning poorly,” Megatron adds and Soundwave vents softly. Watching as Soundwave shifts over you and slides a hand under your middle to make you whimper a sleepy protest at being moved. Hates that the soft noise lifts through him. That he likes it. And then Soundwave is mass shifting back, head sagging forward as his hands tremble faintly cupping you. Needing energon. Your head sleepily lifts before you spot him and then just groan, pressing your face against Soundwave’s palm. ‘Always when I’m naked,’ you mutter. Laughing softly, Megatron ignores that you’re not happy to see him. Pretends that it doesn’t bother him. That even though this is his habsuite, he feels like the intruder as Soundwave fixes his plating to hide away his spike and Megatron reaches to nudge your head until you shoot him a sullen look.

• Swallowing a growl and surprised that he even has the urge to growl at Megatron, Soundwave doesn’t pull you away from Megatron’s reach as the warlord smirks at your attempts to slap at his servo. Lazily toying with you. And he knows the Seeker is likely to throw a tantrum as soon as he finds out, but he can’t even bring himself to care if he upsets Starscream after what the mech had done to him and you both. “What happened to not molesting me?” You ask, smacking Megatron when he uses a servo to roll you onto your back. Growling softly, Soundwave moves you away from the warlord and Megatron shoots him a knowing look, but relents.

• Scowling and desperately wanting a shower, you try to draw your legs up against yourself so everything isn’t just on display even if you can feel Soundwave’s slick between your thighs, too used to all three of them not caring about embarrassing you to even muster the energy to care yourself. Much anyway. And eventually, Megatron is probably going to want more than spark bonding from you. “I wonder which of you is going to tell Starscream you’re sparked. Or will you just let him figure it out on his own?” Megatron asks, grinning wickedly like your misery is the funniest thing ever. Sparked? That’s right. Paling, you remember Soundwave asking and you’d pretty much begged him to. Was that what that coaxing feeling was after you fully bonded with him? Star had done something like that when he’d sparked you now that you’re thinking of it. There had been a sense of a question there like when they’d bonded you fully. Like there was a choice before that coaxing pull. Both times you’d given in to that request without a thought. Why can’t any of them ask important things when you’re not a needy mess during sex? “Of course, I could tell him,” Megatron adds. Enjoying this far too much.

• “Don’t you dare,” you hiss, little face reddening and Megatron chuckles. Ferocious little thing even though you have no way to back up the unspoken threat in your voice. And that anger of yours sparks through him. Goes straight to his spike in a flush of need. Reminding him that even though he’s fully bonded to you and carrying your new spark, he’s yet to physically claim you. Smile faltering at that, he clears his vents in a loud huff. “You blurt it out to him and I’ll never forgive you.” Chin lifting, you glare at him and he can’t understand what it is about you that makes your pitiful little threat actually matter to him.

• Star. Not looking forward to his reaction to finding out you’re fully bonded and sparked again, even though he seemed resigned to it happening. It still feels like a betrayal. Shoulders hunching, you look pleadingly up at Soundwave. Because you have to be the one to tell him. Gently. “I need a shower. And I’d kill for coffee,” you whine, not about to have this conversation with Star while Soundwave’s excess trails down your thighs. Head tipping at you, Soundwave just stares, but it’s not like he has a clue what coffee even is. ‘The shower part I can help with,’ Megatron says, gesturing toward his desk and you register the plastic draped shape tucked in a corner there. ‘The Constructicons had a few ideas.’ Watching him curiously as he gets up and reaches to tug the plastic away, you just stare. It’s a dollhouse. A human sized dollhouse. “There’s a working shower?” Because nothing else matters beyond a shower and some semblance of privacy. “I could kiss you,” you add and he hesitates like you’d just said something weird. Offended him somehow. Aliens.

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hiii i see you hav angst fics, do uu write character death? if u do then can i request a reader death one and how the members react to it? totally okay if you can’t lolz

ok so this is the angstiest thing i've ever written . . . proceed with caution bc it gets quite intense >< it was a nice release though, i haven't been feeling too over the moon lately, so it helped me a little <3 also blurry header for added angsty vibes . anyway here you go, love~

don't go, please - skz hyung!line x reader

pairing: ot8!skz hyung!line x reader

summary: skz hyung line reactions to when you d*e.

genre: so so heavy on the angst i cannot stress that enough, kind of dark, mentions of not eating, depression, anxiety, reader doesn't really exist in this fic, sad skz which hurt me to write, mentions of pushing people away, unhealthy obsessions, loss of passion and interests, just really heavy grief themes

a/n: you can't expect me to get a request like this and not write the angstiest, most gut-wrenching, heart-breaking shit anyone has ever read . . . anyway suffer . div by @carnage-cathedral

if this content makes you uncomfortable, please skip it . the last thing i want is to make people upset, so don't read this if it's triggering for you. proceed with caution and be safe, my loves <3

skz masterlist

Chan who goes silent when he hears the news. Doesn't talk, doesn't move, and then gets up and leaves, walking endlessly and aimlessly through the streets until the members have to physically stop him. Doesn't wail or cry, doesn't make a fuss. Becomes less affectionate with everyone around him because physical affection reminds him of you; your hugs and kisses and your hands playing with his. Loses his leader attitude, becomes quiet and introverted, and can't seem to find as much passion in being a leader for his team like he did before. Is wary around everyone he's ever known, pushes people away like he did when he was a trainee. Sits in his room most days; is hardly ever seen, and when he is, he's looking at a little polaroid photo of you, clutched between shaking fingers as he wishes for you to come back.

Minho who immediately shuts himself away, refusing to see or talk to anyone. Spends all day in his dorm room, just sitting and staring placidly at the wall. Relives every single moment you've ever shared and wishes endlessly that he could have spent more time with you. Doesn't feel like dancing much anymore, and any remnants of energy he might have had when you were still here is gone. Becomes bitter and angry, harsh towards his own members. Even loves his cats a little less; most of his memories with them are ones shared with you, and they're far too painful for him to relive. His emotions dry up like a dead, shriveled plant and disappear, his teasing personality evaporating with it.

Changbin who goes radio silent over the phone; hangs up immediately after and can be heard throwing up from distress in the staff bathroom. Is taken sick for a week due to the shock, and doesn't eat much throughout. Ends up throwing all of his still-to-be-given-to-you love letters in the trash, along with the diamond ring he was planning to give you the night of your anniversary. Quits producing music; his words don't flow as smoothly as before, even when he rarely feels like talking to anyone. Permanent eye bags take place under his eyes as he goes online, clicking out of his gym membership. Doesn't want to touch any of your belongings, it's too painful, and quits working out due to the lack of energy in his body.

Hyunjin who choked out a terrible, wailing scream and tore out his hair when he found out what happened; begged his members for it not to be true. Spends all day just staring out the window; is no longer afraid of anything, and finds nothing but icy numbness and a deep blue sadness taking root in his heart. Covers the walls of his room and art studio in pictures of you; splatters the walls in scarlet red and peachy pink, and then splatters himself in the same shades. Can't find it in himself to paint for much longer after that; doesn't cut his hair or paint his nails anymore, because that was always your job. Sets fire to his sketchbook and puts the ashes of it in a jar; then sets it on his top shelf and tucks the rest of his supplies away. Is no longer able to find any beauty in the world, not if you aren't there with him to see it.

a/n: i'm not writing a part 2 unless someone requests it

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Bucktommy Fluffebruary

DAY 17: BIG ROMANTIC GESTURES

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A what competition?"

"A fundraiser, Buck. All the proceedings are to go to charity." Bobby corrected.

"And besides, you don't even need to worry. The 118 isn't participating this time." Hen added.

"Lucky for them. We would've embarrassed every fire station in LA." Eddie high-fived Buck.

"Aren't you being a little too confident?" This time, it was Ravi deciding to join the mix.

"Hey, I scored the fastest time during the firefighter's physical exam, and that was after I shattered my leg." Buck reminded everyone.

"Well, we're not participating so you can keep it in your pants." Hen walked over to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle.

"So, who's getting to participate this time?"

Pulling out his phone, Bobby squinted as he read off the list.

"Well, there's 101, 165, 94, 217…" Bobby went on, listing off several of the stations but Buck's mind got stuck on one very specific fire station. Stuck enough that he forgot the he had water in his mouth that ended up travelling to the wrong pipe. That is, a very embarrassing coughing fit as soon as he heard about Tommy's station.

"Oh lover boy. Did hearing Tommy's station take your breath away." Chimney ribbed.

"Fuck you cough Chim cough cough." The coughing continued for a while with Hen rubbing his shoulders and back.

After his coughing was back in control, he shot off a quick text to Tommy.

Are you in the competition?!?!?

A few beats later, a reply arrived.

So you found out. yes Evan, I am in the competition.

So am I gonna have to rub your back at night.

my back and maybe something else wink

Buck chuckled to himself, missing Eddie staring at him who screamed.

"BUCK'S TEXTING TOMMY AGAIN."

A series of groans followed which Buck drowned out. He's been getting really good at that.

That night when Tommy and Buck were laying in bed, both of them with heavy eyes, was when he decided to ask him about the competition.

"So, what's with the competition?"

"Well, the harbor is required to send someone in each category. Under 30, we have Jackie. I'm in the under 40 category and our captain Jasmine's going for the over 50 one. I was basically forced to put my name trust me." He yawned, eyes drooping.

"I do." And with that, the both of them fell asleep.

The competitors were given a month to prepare. Buck didn't really see the point, they were firefighters, of course they were always in shape. But Buck wasn't complaining. Mainly for one reason, the amazing view.

Tommy was bench pressing almost half his body weight for reps. Each time he's barely was able to put the weight back, he unloaded the weights and the process began again. Well, to be honest, Buck was just looking at Tommy's broad chest and thick arms.

Competition day came and the space rented was the government was huge. Huge enough that there was even a massive Jumbotron. Tommy had invited Evan and the rest of the 118 to the competition and they were here. The seats were pretty nice too. Buck tucked his surprise in the corner of his arm. Now, he just had to wait.

The first under 30 was amazing, with the contestants showing extreme athleticism. The energy reminded Buck of himself. Clearly the other's did to, all give Buck a 'look'.

Then the main reason for Evan to be here finally came. The under 40. And coincidentally, the camera connected to the jumbotron was moving towards him too. This was so fucking perfect. Pulling out the massive banner labelled 'THE HOT ONE IS MY BOYFRIEND' with several pictures of Tommy. The camera zoomed in to the chart and the crowd roared. It was awesome.

It seemed like the crowd hyping Tommy up really worked because Tommy won his match. Obviously, his boyfriend was the best

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That’s it sir, you’re leaving…

Hi everyone. I hope that you’re all doing well enough in this obviously very difficult time. I just wanted to announce that soon, likely in a few days so everyone can see this message, I’ll be deleting my account. I’m going to discuss why here, but if you want to scroll down to my mentions and sentiments towards my most beloved friends, I completely understand.

The truth is that this account, which once brought me so much joy, has become part of my downfall. I’ve recently experienced an extreme deterioration in mental health, and while I’ve always expected it was due to social media, I never truly wanted to do something until now. I’ve become addicted, plain and simple. I’m currently in school and am a very academic student, but I’ve started to see my grades drop and work ethic decrease. I have no drive anymore. Heck I can barely take basic care of myself. I’ve become far too obsessed with Radiohead, the band members at least. I focus on every little thing they do, especially Thom, who yes I have a completely disgusting infatuation with now. The Zionist allegations which are definitely true for Jonny at least have crushed me. I spend so much of my time feeling guilty for liking the band, and have received hateful comments for still listening to their music and not boycotting, and even worse comments, asks, and dms attacking me for criticizing these well-off millionaires. I’m certainly not giving up their music, but I need to seriously detach from them personally. And of course I will never stop supporting Palestine or educating myself on what I can do to help.

I’ve also become far too codependent on a few of my moots, who I’ve been inconsistent and awful with. I’ve also let my own real life friendships deteriorate and have even convinced myself they’re not “good enough”, leading me to push them away. I’m started to feel extremely depressed and even today for the first time in my life had self-destructive (nice term for it) thoughts. I’ve stayed up so late that I’m sleep deprived in class with little energy, a vicious cycle I know needs to stop. I’m locked to this phone and it’s ruining my life daily as well as my future. I hope you all understand why I have to step away.

But make no mistake, you all have provided me with such great joy. You’ve given me a chance to share about myself and interests when no one else has, and I am so incredibly grateful. This has nothing to do with any of you I hope you know, it’s entirely on me. And I’ll miss you all very much.

@t4bb1th4 thank you for being my first follower. I’ll never forget when I saw your awesome Algie pin and knew I wanted to be friends with you. You truly are awesome and I’ll never forget you.

@g-cant-draw thank you for practically pulling me into the Radiohead community via the Thom bot. That thing has provided me with so many laughs, you can’t even begin to imagine. And the thom yorke gay believers community? You truly are the source of joy for so many here, and I appreciate all you do.

@mishalikessoundsandcolours you my friend are the definition of cool and honestly everything that’s right with the world. You are a true artist and visionary in so many fields, from making gorgeous drawing to creative original songs. Thank you for talking with me about these 5 British dudes who made music that’s changed our lives. @chirpychipslive thank you for letting me share my England experiences with you and obsessing over Rick Wright together! You were an awesome Pink Floyd moot and I really appreciate it.

@thomyorkelover69 thank you for talking about Radiohead and honestly life’s experiences with me. You have me so many laughs and smiles, and I am still so excited you got to see Thom live!

@grouchydentist thank you for talking to me and sharing your gorgeous art! You’re so nice and I absolutely loved being your friend. Your Pink Floyd references were amazing❤️

@sh4gadel1c thank you for being one of my first ever moots and still supporting my account even after I shifted away from constant Pink Floyd content. I truly appreciated it more than you can know.

@vintageisfire you’ve been one of my favorite and most supportive moots since forever. I’ve loved to see your interests evolve, from Roger Waters to Leonard Nimoy to Psycho. You’ve truly introduced me to tons of cool stuff and I’m grateful.

@radiohead1scool thank you my friend for sharing experiences with me even if they’re difficult. It’s truly helped me so much. You are a light in my life and I wish you so much good because you truly deserve it.

@someone-kill-the-ej and @ziggy-stardust-is-in-love okay okay you guys are the ultimate power couple and I’m one of your biggest fans! You’ve been nothing but nice and supportive of me while I’ve been on here, and it’s made me feel so welcome. I’ll miss you so much, especially spamming you at 2 am 😭

@idiotspacecowboy thanks for introducing me to one of my all time favorite bands now, Muse. You truly welcomed me into the community, and I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ll represent irl though!

@thomyorkenumberonefan oh gosh it’s getting hard. I love you so much and you’ve been such a wonderful friend to me. I’ve loved seeing your photos of our glorious leader and your awesome community you made. I loved sharing photos and hope we can continue to do so! Truly you’ve made such a huge difference and my life and I’m so eternally grateful for it.

and oh gosh @thomstrainers

you my friend have changed my life so much so much so that I’d consider you my best friend honestly. You’ve made my laugh with your hilarious jokes and amazing crack fics. You’ve made me cry with your heart wrenching fics, your fantastic song recommendations which I’ll cherish forever, and the experiences we’ve shared together. You provided me with an incredible outlet to talk about things with and I will forever be grateful to you. You are kind and funny and smart and just an all around amazing person and I hope you know I and so many here feel that way about you. Thank you. Also special thanks to @h9rr9rsh9w @liveinalovelyway @fuckyesanthonyperkins @percys-lemons @rhapsodyinferno @sheree-says-stuff @sydb-braindamagesincebirthfloyd @lynchianightmare @snakestardraws @whwht @movinginsects @younglust1979 @rogeriswater @jarayasha @sjwpsyop @anycolouryoulike2 @shockadellica @welcomehomecheater @heaventonightmp3 @ismaelretzinsky @optimisticfurydreamland @cassiana-on-dark-side @stvrssworld @reallyqualitymoon @murderoticwoman @luckandstrange @fearlessechoes @classicrockenjoyer @justapeperobox @ziggy0-o @chadradkramer @muchaenthusiast @nimrodbydawn @sigelfire @thegreatcigaretteinthesky @earthponie @whatcanisaygary @cursedcurehead @lifeina-glasshouse @twin-fantasies @thomy0rk3 @gible2k @webvampzz @ana11111110000000 @mossmarsh @bramm-the-brammster @martitheevans @joey-smack @bananapudding752 @kxalive @hategirlism @killingthemoon27 @you-and-whose-army676 @spongebobgolfball98 @maybeparanoid @cecilcastles @hailtotehthief and all my moots

I love all of you guys so much, and who knows, maybe I’ll be back once I can get everything under control again. I appreciate all your support and what you’ve done for me. Please reach out to each other if you’re struggling, it can truly make a difference. see ya later. ❤️

[yandere-sins]

You’re so right about Mydei he’d be so sad if we were depressed, maybe us being lifeless would even remind him of his family/people… he is suffering :D anyway it’s my birthday, any Mydei crumbs possibly available?? 🥺

Exactly my thoughts!! Glad you agree ♥

And happy (belated) birthday!! Hope you had a wonderful day and cake ♥ Thanks for requesting something on your birthday ♥

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"Here."

Whatever he had brought home for you made a loud clank as he set it down at the table, and you pondered your options. You could pretend not to care and ignore it, or you could play along only to crush his inflated ego by turning down his offer. Both options were valid and understandable in your situation; being kidnapped did not make you see Mydei in a favorable light. But in the end, your curiosity won.

He stood beside the table, waiting for you to get up from your lounge chair and give him the attention he always starved for. But much more surprising than a Chrysos Heir being needy for his captive's affection and respect, he thought he was owed, was the dish he had brought home for you that day, something creamy on a golden plate. Toppled over fruits and the messy state showed that he must have taken the quick way back, not caring much if the dish would survive. But you furrowed your brows as you realized what it was, your mouth opening and closing again in surprise.

"Is that... cake?" you asked carefully, not believing your eyes. Mydei grunted, and you were too stunned to speak. Instead, you slipped your legs off the lounge chair and slowly walked up to the table, your gaze fixated on the messy mix of cream and chocolate until you looked up to meet his.

"You brought me... cake?" you repeated, and your eyes watched him tense up before he took a deep breath, his whole body growing agitated, as was his sour expression.

"Yeah, I did. Are you going to eat it, or continue to ask me if it's cake?"

"But... But why?"

Finally reaching the table, you looked down at the pitiful piece of what must have been a delicious-looking dessert once. Not that you were complaining, but this was highly suspicious. It was too tempting to be good; something must have been up. Perhaps he was planning to do something as crude as kidnapping you again. But where to? Was this some form of punishment? Mydei didn't care for eating anything unless it gave him enough energy to fight. He wouldn't eat a slice of cake just to force you to watch. Maybe an incentive? But he hadn't made any demands of you lately...

Groaning in annoyance, he walked over to a chair and planted his ass firmly on the cushions, looking at you as if you were dumb. You felt like it, admittedly, but you didn't know what you had done for him to call you out like this. Awkward silence befell you two, neither of you moving, and no explanations were given.

"It's your birthday, is it not?" he finally reasoned, and you were taken aback by the statement. You couldn't be sure. The time spent in captivity had been too damn long, enough that all the "nights" you fell asleep couldn't be tracked any longer. It didn't help that the night never set in Okhema, making it hard to keep track, so you had simply given up at some point.

"Is it?" you asked hesitantly, stepping even closer towards your captor. Even though you should have kept him at a distance, you couldn't help it, seeking the truth.

"It is," he confirmed, sounding absolutely certain about the fact. Something inside you told you he wasn't lying this time, although it was hard to believe he cared about such—for him trivial—things... Then again, he always made sure to tell you he cared about you, even if you never believed him. Lowering his hand towards the table, Mydei flicked over a golden fork. His foot reached out to the second chair, drawing it closer, and it was almost gentlemanly, considering he positioned it right behind you. However, your seat was too close to him for comfort, which might have been all the more reason for him to do it. It was hard to believe he could act selflessly when he was the most selfish person you knew.

Sitting down, you stared at the fallen pile of cake, slowly reaching up to take the fork in your hand. Only now did you notice you were shivering, realizing the tumult of feelings inside you. Knowing it was your birthday felt especially odd, but having forgotten it, not celebrating it with the people you loved, and having to be reminded and spend it with someone you loathed was heartbreaking.

A tear ran down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away before plunging the fork into the creme and dough, ripping out a piece. But you couldn't stop all of the tears from escaping as you tasted the sweet richness of the dessert, chocolate melting in your mouth, and the fruity taste reminding you of the things you loved. The people you loved, the ones you wished you could spend this day with. Putting down the fork, you sobbed, using a napkin to muffle yourself, but there was no doubt that Mydei had already long noticed. He was attentive like that, his eyes always watching you when he was around.

"If you hate it so much, you can just throw it away."

Mydei leaned forward, reaching for the plate, and you were quick to slam your hand on top of his, stopping him. It made both of your eyes widen in surprise, as you had never willingly given out your touch to him. Neither had you ever shown such possessiveness about anything, mainly because all you had now was his in the first place, and Mydei had made sure you knew he could always take it back at any time.

"No!" you immediately replied, your voice cracking, but you were firm. "No, I like it... Just give me a moment."

Covering your face in the tissue, you took deep breaths, trying to collect yourself. It wasn't easy being surprised with the news about such a special day and then realizing the madness of your circumstances once more. Part of you seemed to have already given up and accepted this life as the new normal. That's why when Mydei revealed what day it was, it upset that new mindset. You couldn't live in the despair and fighting every day, thus you tried so hard to get used to it. But you still weren't, and most likely, you never would.

When you lowered the fabric away again, you looked at the mess before you. You wanted to gobble it up, eat it all, and lick the plate to make sure you made the most of this chance. Who knew if he'd ever bring you cake again? Who knew if he was willing to entertain this sort of whim more if you behaved as he asked you to? But it was hard. Your stomach churned, not wanting to take another bite. Not giving this man the gratification of having done something nice for you and perhaps asking for a reward in return.

Not admit again that you were a captive and he could tempt you to play along with something as bittersweet as cake.

Watching you hesitate, Mydei kept silent, studying the pain in your expression and the longing in your eyes. You didn't think he was capable of reading you well enough, always the "do or don't" type rather than finding a middle ground. But for some reason, he did that day, taking the fork from your hand and scooping up some cake.

Mydei didn't do any prompting or belittling, he simply held up the piece at the height of your mouth and waited silently, maintaining eye contact with you as you initiated it. Hesitantly, you leaned forward, taking the bite into your mouth before looking away, ashamed. Allowing him to feed you felt even more wrong than eating the cake on your own, yet you couldn't bring yourself to spit out the only joyful thing you had experienced in a long while.

You two continued like this, the mixed feelings never satisfied and neither was your hunger for more sweet deliciousness. The last piece was especially big, and you had to open wide, feeling terribly exposed as Mydei watched your every move with keen interest, lips jerking into a smile every now and then. You let out your breath, and with it, the pressure, as you chewed on the last bite, feeling unhappy with yourself for complying and yet oddly satisfied by the cake. The thought that you deserved that slice of cake wasn't as far off, even if it was stupid, knowing who it came from.

A rough thumb pressed against the corner of your mouth, making you focus immediately on the ever-looming threat in the room. You felt Mydei's finger swipe upwards a little before pulling away, a bit of cream clinging to it. Undisturbed, Mydei licked it off, letting his tongue linger against his thumb just a little too long, unsettling you with foul thoughts. He didn't seem to be the type to believe in indirect kisses, yet it felt indecently intimate to you.

"Sweet," he commented, and you looked up, finding his eyes on you, which made your cheeks heat up. You kept telling yourself that he wasn't the type to make compliments or be nice to you, rather living in the illusion that you two were nowhere near as close as Mydei seemed to think you were.

But when he got up, holding your head between his warm palms for a moment to plant a small, unexpectedly gentle kiss on top of it, mumbling, "Happy Birthday," into your hair before leaving to go and change his clothes after a long day, only one thing came to your mind.

He was almost... sweet.