#these are how the items i look in my head

[stvrboyy]

─── ❝𝓝ot in this 𝓛ife❞

adrian tepes x gn!reader

─ summary; Adrian meets the reincarnation of his past love in Paris but, feeling guilty for their past death, decides to leave to keep them safe.

word count; 2.1k

cw; angst, reincarnation, castlevania nocturne adrian/alucard

request; Hello! Been adoring the Nocturne Alucard fics(*´ω｀*) If requests are still open, could I request Nocturne-era Alucard with a s/o that’s reincarnated from his first partner(from the original series or otherwise), maybe running into them in Paris? I’m always a sucker for immortal/one of their partners that keeps reincarnating.

a/n; hiii im rlly glad you're enjoying my nocturne alucard fics! i hope this is to your liking!! <3

The city of Paris was a paradox—a place of beauty and chaos, revolution and romance. To Alucard, it was yet another passing fragment in the long tapestry of his existence. He walked through the streets with an almost spectral presence, unnoticed by those who bustled around him. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone, the occasional waft of bread from a nearby bakery, and the distant clang of bells. Yet none of it pierced the veil of his thoughts.

His immortality, once a shield, had become a heavy burden. Time had dulled his passion, and though he fought for the greater good, he often wondered if his presence truly mattered. In his long life, he had loved and lost, and the memory of those losses had become his constant shadow.

Tonight was no different. He wandered through the dimly lit streets, drawn to the life around him yet untouched by it. The people were ghosts of their own kind—passing figures who would fade with the dawn of another century. He had resigned himself to this rhythm, the endless march of time without end.

Until he felt it.

A tug, faint and almost imperceptible, pulled at something deep within him. It wasn’t physical—no sound or sight had alerted him—but an ache in his chest that stilled his steps. Alucard froze, his golden eyes narrowing as he scanned the crowded square ahead. It was as though the very air had shifted, humming with energy that only he could feel.

And then he saw you.

You stood by a vendor’s cart, a soft lantern glow illuminating your face. You were studying a trinket with quiet curiosity, the way your head tilted and your fingers grazed the item achingly familiar. For a moment, Alucard thought he was seeing a ghost—a cruel trick of his memory. But no, this was different. You were no phantom. You were real, your breath forming faint clouds in the cold air.

His heart, long quiet in its rhythm, seemed to stutter.

You didn’t look exactly the same—your features were new, your clothing suited to this era—but there was no mistaking the essence of you. He had memorized that essence, once cherished it with all the passion of his immortal soul. He had mourned its absence for lifetimes.

And now, impossibly, you were here.

Alucard didn’t realize he had moved until he was closer, his steps silent on the cobblestones. The crowd seemed to part around him, the world narrowing until only you remained. As if sensing his gaze, you looked up, your eyes meeting his.

The moment stretched endlessly.

Your expression flickered with surprise, then confusion, and finally, something deeper—something that mirrored the ache in his chest. “Do I know you?” you asked, your voice soft yet laced with curiosity.

Alucard’s throat tightened. How could he explain centuries of longing in a single moment? “I… don’t believe we’ve met,” he said, though the words tasted like a lie. His voice was steady, but his golden eyes betrayed him, shining with emotions too vast to contain.

You studied him, your brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure? You seem so familiar, like someone I’ve… known before.”

The quiet recognition in your voice nearly unraveled him. He fought to maintain his composure, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Could it truly be you? Or was this some cruel twist of fate—a reincarnation without memory, a soul that had moved on while his remained anchored to the past?

He took a step closer, his movements careful, reverent. “Some souls,” he said softly, “are destined to meet again.”

Your lips parted slightly, and for a moment, you seemed at a loss for words. Then you smiled—a small, tentative thing, but it lit up the space between you. “I don’t know why, but that feels… right. Like I’ve been waiting for this.”

Alucard felt his breath catch. The way you looked at him now, with trust and curiosity, was so achingly familiar. His heart—long silent and cold—felt alive again, beating in time with a hope he dared not name.

“May I ask your name?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You told him, and the sound sent a shiver through him. It was different, yet it carried an echo of the name he had whispered in lifetimes past. He repeated it, savoring the way it felt on his tongue.

“What about you?” you asked, tilting your head. “Who are you?”

For a moment, he hesitated. The name “Alucard” was the shield he wore, the identity he had forged to bear the weight of his lineage. But here, with you, it felt wrong. He wanted you to know him—not the son of Dracula, not the immortal warrior, but the man beneath.

“Adrian,” he said finally, the name quiet yet full of meaning. “You can call me Adrian.”

Your smile widened, and the sight of it made his chest ache. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrian.”

As the two of you wandered through the cobbled streets, a quiet understanding passed between you. You spoke of small things—the city, the people, the revolution brewing in every shadow. Yet, underneath it all, there was an unspoken bond, a connection that transcended words.

But with every step, the weight of the past began to press heavier on Alucard’s heart. He couldn’t ignore it—the memory of your previous life, the way he had failed to protect you, the moment you had been torn from him because of his presence in your world.

You had died because of him.

He stopped walking, his golden eyes clouded with sorrow. You noticed his sudden silence, turning to face him with concern. “Adrian? What’s wrong?”

He opened his mouth to speak but faltered, the words catching in his throat. How could he explain the truth without condemning himself? How could he tell you that loving him, being near him, was a danger you didn’t deserve?

“I… can’t stay,” he said finally, his voice low and heavy.

Your eyes widened, confusion and hurt flashing across your face. “What? Why?”

“I shouldn’t have approached you,” he said, his gaze falling to the ground. “It was selfish of me. I thought… I thought I could handle seeing you again, but I can’t. I’ve already caused you so much pain. I won’t do it again.”

“Adrian,” you whispered, stepping closer. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

He closed his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t remember, but I do. You died because of me. In another life, you loved me, and it led to your end. I can’t let that happen again. I can’t risk losing you a second time.”

Your heart ached at the raw pain in his voice, but before you could respond, he turned away.

“Wait!” you called, your voice trembling. “Will I ever see you again?”

He stopped, his back to you, his golden hair catching the faint light of the lanterns. For a moment, he said nothing, the silence stretching endlessly. Then, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.”

And with that, he vanished into the night, leaving you alone with a heart full of questions and the faint echo of a love you couldn’t remember but couldn’t forget.

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[obito-in-disguise]

| How they handle falling for you, realistically |

featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, and Kamo Choso.

Gojo Satoru

When Gojo Satoru realizes he's fallen for you, hard, he starts avoiding you completely.

Beneath his playful and confident exterior was an eerily serious demeanour that you rarely ever got to see, until now.

It hurt like hell. Satoru went from showering you with his affection and time, to giving you curt responses and zero contact. The worst part? When you approached, he’d immediately turn away or take a long detour. As if the mere sight of you was too much.

His eyes widen when you suddenly burst into the supply closet he's been hiding in for the past twenty minutes, hurling a cardboard box filled with gifts and items he’d given you directly at his face the moment he opens his mouth to speak.

"Save it, Satoru. I don’t care anymore."

He grips the box tightly, knuckles white. The sorrow in your eyes was like a blade piercing through him, exactly what he didn’t want.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He’d convinced himself that distancing himself was the easiest way to end this. God, he was an idiot.

Quickly, he shoots up, grabbing your arm the moment you turn to walk away. He'd be damned if he didn't try to do something.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

His voice is softer than usual, almost a whisper, in stark contrast to the force with which he holds onto your arm.

You inhale a shaky breath. "You could’ve just told me you didn’t feel the same way." Your gaze flickers anywhere but at him, fighting back the tears. This whole situation was humiliating.

As soon as the tears well up in your eyes, he instinctively pulls you into a crushing hug. He couldn’t stand to see you cry, especially because of him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he repeats, voice trembling. "You deserve better…and that isn’t me. I’m no good for you." His face buries into the top of your hair, his words a whisper, pained and filled with regret.

And that was it? That’s why he made you feel like garbage? You sigh, exhaling a breath of relief before pulling back and smacking his shoulder as hard as you can.

"-What…ow…" he clutches his arm, wide blue eyes staring at you in disbelief.

"You’re an idiot, Satoru" you say, softly this time, your hand gently caressing the spot you hit in a silent apology, but you grip it when you see him open his mouth to argue.

"I'm not a child, Satoru. I think I can decide what's good for me." You offer a small smile, one that immediately melts away all his defenses.

"And that’s you."

Ryomen Sukuna

Falling for someone was not in Sukuna's nature. Love was a weakness, a frivolity that he had neither the patience nor interest for. Yet, there you were, pulling threads of his attention he hadn’t willingly given.

You had been a prize he claimed during one of his many raids, a servant he’d kept around because, quite frankly, he found you amusing. He’d given you several opportunities to flee, and yet, you stubbornly stayed, either stupid or somehow enjoying his presence.

"You’re staring again" you said, not even looking up from the book you were reading.

"I can look at whatever I want. This is my kingdom" he replied, his voice low and dripping with amusement.

You snorted. "You're so humble too…"

His grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Careful, brat. I don’t take kindly to disrespect."

But his words lacked the venom they usually carried. He found himself indulging in this back-and-forth, this bizarre game where you didn’t fear him, where you met his taunts head-on. It was thrilling in ways he didn’t quite understand.

"Or what?" you say, flippantly lifting your feet and crossing them on top of his expensive furniture. The other servants gasped in horror, half-expecting him to snap, but he simply barked out a laugh, flashing his sharp claws in a half-hearted scare.

"Care to find out?" he challenged, dragging one long talon up your pulse point.

Your eyes flicker to his, unimpressed, before you yawn and grab the hand by your neck, cuddling into it and closing your eyes, putting the book away.

Yep. He knew he had definitely fallen when he found himself staying still, barely breathing, so as not to disturb you as you fell asleep, resting against his large hand, a weapon of death and mass destruction.

As you slept soundly, he watched you in the dim light. He could end you with a flick of his wrist, yet the thought was unthinkable. You trapped him in a web of contradictions, frustrating, fascinating, infuriating.

Leaning closer, his voice softens into something almost contemplative as he whispers, "Congratulations, brat. You’ve done the unthinkable."

To love wasn’t his intention. But Sukuna didn’t play fair. If he was falling, he’d make sure you fell harder, and there would be no escape.

Nanami Kento

The realization hit him one evening when you insisted on walking with him home after a long mission.

Every one usually went home in groups or pairs depending on where they lived, but Nanami never had anyone to walk with him.

It wasn’t necessary, he told himself he couldn't care less but, there was something about being left alone that chipped at the human soul.

“You don’t have to do this” he said, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets to avoid brushing against yours.

You simply smile up at him. “But I want to.”

He kept replaying that simple statement over and over. It wasn’t extravagant or particularly sentimental, but it struck him.

"Besides, I think it's about time we become best friends don't you think Kento?"

He stares at you for a good minute wandering if you were crazy. He wasn't the most approachable of persons and he liked it that way, but here you were walking him home and extending an offer of best friendship to him like this was kindergarten.

If Nanami wasn't enthralled before, then he definitely was now.

He takes your heavy bag from your hand before slinging it over his shoulder, ignoring your look of surprise and subsequent grin of victory.

Having somebody to walk with home everyday wouldn't be that bad he decides.

"Consider this a formal acceptance"

Fushiguro Toji

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bother me?” he grumbled, though the corner of his lips twitched upward when you laughed.

Toji wasn’t the type to fall for anyone anymore. Life had made him hard, and love had never been a luxury he could afford.

But you? You were the exception he never saw coming.

“Bother you? I’m the best company you’ll ever get, Fushiguro.”

He only said things like that to hopefully deter you but you didn’t back down, and somehow, that was what broke down his walls.

Every sharp comment, every cold glance he threw your way, you met with puzzling warmth instead.

He hated how easily you got under his skin, how he found himself looking forward to the moments you’d spend together, even if it was just you rambling about nothing while he pretended not to care.

Toji knew he wasn’t a good man. He didn’t deserve you, and he knew it. But the way you looked at him, like he was more than just the sum of his past mistakes, made him want to believe, even just for a moment, that he could be something more.

He sighs, wrapping his arm around you and all but pulling you into his side as he continues to watch TV lazily, the ghost of a smile on his lips when he hears you giggle.

This was going to be a pain, but when was Fushiguro Toji ever afraid of pain?

Geto Suguru

"Is it to your liking?" Suguru asked with his usual charm, his head resting on his fist as he played with your hair, sitting across from you.

Suguru could feel his heart pounding louder when you smiled and nodded before sipping the tea he made.

He’d always been selfish, he knew it. He shouldn’t let himself feel this way, shouldn’t let himself dream of a life where you smiled at him every day.

You had no idea what he harbored, what he was about to become. No matter how hard he tried to rid himself of these thoughts, you’d seep into his mind relentlessly.

"What are you thinking of Sugu?" you asked, setting your cup aside and intertwining your hand with his on the table.

He simply smiled in response, pulling your hand to his lips to place a lingering kiss.

He would let himself fall for you, indulge in you, before he had to let you go, before you would eventually face the horrors he would become.

Kamo Choso

You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and immediately come face to face with Choso.

"Choso! what are you doing!"

He immediately takes a few steps back "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

You sigh nodding. Staying mad at Choso is impossible, especially when he looks at you like that, like a kicked puppy.

"I have strange feelings for you" he immediately blurts out as soon as he sees that you're ok.

The confession stops you in your tracks. “What?” you ask, eyes widening.

"When I'm around you, my heart feels funny, and the other day when that guy put his hand on your shoulder, I wanted to rip his guts out-"

"woah! ok Choso, I get it" you chuckle, patting his shoulder.

"I just wanted you to know" he murmurs softly, fiddling with his fingers. He knew people got together when they had these strange feelings for eachother and more than ever he wanted that to be you and him. So he had to tell you, even if you didn't feel the same way. You were a chance he was always willing to gamble on.

"Well Choso..." you start, grabbing his hand softly before stepping closer. "Today's your lucky day because I have strange feelings for you too"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, he can't stop himself. He scoops you up into a bone crushing hug, laughing along with you. Even if you hadn't said yes, Choso was more than grateful to have you in his life.

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[gothamite-rambler]

If the batfamily had to deal with knock off merch

Nightwing: Hey, I found a box of plushies that look like you and Robin. Seems to be what they were selling them. I hate to admit it, but they're kind of cute.

Nightwing sauntered over with the box and pulled out a plushie that only had a cowl resembling Batman's.

Batman (glaring at the insulting plush) "Styled" is being generous. The colors are completely off.

Nightwing: I swear you had a pink and blue—

Batman (snatching the plushie, raising his voice angry): The colors are off!

Nightwing: You're right, maybe if it were rainbow-colored, it would look like— Can’t hit me or it’d be considered child abuse!

Batman groaned and flicked Nightwing on the top of his head instead. Nightwing winced rolling his eyes, but as he looked at the cheap knock off plushie he smiled at how adorable it did look.

Batman (clearly offended): I could sue for this.

Nightwing (in a judgmental tone): Sue for bad knockoffs? Ever heard of AliExpress?

Batman (tossing the toy onto the floor): No, because I don’t shop on sites like that.

Nightwing (smugly): Oh, right, my bad. You’re the one percent that can afford those overpriced pieces of garbage?

Batman: Yes, damn it! I also don’t like my image being exploited.

Just then, Melinda, a crook handcuffed and sitting on the floor while waiting for the police, lifted her head, offended.

Melinda: Hey! I'll have you know all my ManBat merchandise is perfectly legal. There are just slight differences that make it fine. You’re here to arrest me for drugs, not for this!

Batman and Nightwing: ManBat?

Nightwing burst into laughter and walked away before Batman could react. Batman rolled his eyes.

Melinda: Seriously, if you want, you can take a couple for free. I actually really like you guys. Just, you know, I have a massive drug problem. Such is life, am I right?

Batman (exasperated): No.

Nightwing: I have a friend who can relate. Can I have the purple ManBat toy for... a friend?

Melinda nodded, revealing a missing front tooth as she smiled. Nightwing quickly grabbed the purple plushie and hugged it tightly like it was the softest item in the world.

Nightwing: It’s soft too!

Batman (tapping his cowl, sighing): Aggravation, frustration—give me that plush!

Nightwing (chuckling): Nope! Mine now.

Batman glared at Nightwing, who still held onto the plushie. He lunged to grab it, but Nightwing sprinted away, Batman in hot pursuit.

Batman: You're a grown man, and it doesn’t even look good!

Nightwing: Don’t care, it’s mine! You never let me buy any toys that have your face on them!

Batman: I refuse to buy products that resemble my own image!

[where-dreamers-go]

"Rescue" Leon Kennedy x Reader

(A/N: And so I finally write down an idea that’s been cinematically in my mind then made it a soulmate au. Leon Scott Kennedy is back in action! What happens when he realizes he’s closer to his soulmate while on assignment?

Warnings: angst, strong language, canon violence and imagery descriptions, hurt/comfort, fluff, and use of (Y/N) for your name.

Word Count: 4,145 words)

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Mornings set the tone for the rest of the day. On most days. The hours ahead were hopefully to be positive ones. Your day started incredibly early. On purpose and with intention. Around you, wall were white and decorated with monochromatic modern art. Metal chairs were arranged in a rectangular fashion with an empty coffee table in the center as you sat. No magazines or pamphlets to entertain. Each step taken by others on the tile floor echoed in the lobby. There were no conversations or passing comments to fill the space. The sound of your breathing was louder than whatever the receptionist was busying herself with behind the tall desk. Just about ten minutes, you thought as you checked your watch. Talk steady. If they don’t mention a start date, ask. They definitely need more people for data entry. You got this. On your lap, you nervously spun a metal ring around your left index finger. The circular crystal embedded into the metal was currently light blue. Pretty normal. A sign you were not too far nor too close enough to your soulmate. If it was a mood ring the color would had signaled you were possibly calm. Despite your nerves, you felt good about the day ahead. It was an opportunity for something new.

. . .

Rumbling and the occasional bounce of the vehicle were unfortunately the only normal occurrences in Leon Kennedy’s day. Passing into the edge of a town, the team of agents were in route to a facility. A science center in appearance, there was nothing in advancement happening that late morning. The Umbrella Corporation made sure of that. An alert of bioweapons sightings came in two hours ago. To make matter complicated, not all civilians had evacuated the building. So saving any civilians was added to the to-do list. If Leon could save someone, he’d at least smile. “ETA: Two minutes.” The driver called out, another agent. Leon glanced out the small window. All geared up, his vest held nearly every weapon and tool he would need. Beside his watch on his left wrist sat a personal item, a metal bracelet. Both sturdy and a comfort on dark days. Its small crystal within darkened into a deep blue, almost purple. A little too close, Leon thought and hoped it would lighten by the time they moved in. The man could only hope.

. . .

“Shit.” Leon grimaced as he reloaded his gun. The lobby was trashed and blood-stained. Broken chairs and other bare furniture was scattered across the floor. Added a freshly eliminated infected. “Hate to see the break room.” Based on the intact entrance doors and windows, the bioweapons’ forced entry was not through the front of the building. Chris peered around and stated, “I’ll take the right side and sweep the first floor. You take the left.” “Got it.” Leon headed down a hallway. Its usually closed door was splintered across the tile. He avoided stepping on any debris that would crunch under his boots. There was no telling how many infected were in the building. Not until the other agents checked in. After taking a quick look at his watch, Leon registered the drastic change in color on the crystal bracelet. “Oh, fuck.” Leon sighed and swallowed the growing lump in his throat. “Not here. Why do they have to be here?” Steadily checking the hall, all his senses were alert for danger. His mind, however, was tumbling with the worst questions. What if you worked for Umbrella making bioweapons? What if you were a bioweapon, infected and doomed? Just make it quick, Leon thought somberly.

. . .

Adjusting yourself quietly off of your half-asleep leg, you leaned against the tile wall. Hunched in the back corner of the largest restroom stall was turning into a new, unwanted activity. I should’ve left as soon as the interview was over, you thought for perhaps the twelfth time in the past two and a half hours.

Over your time hiding, screeches could still be heard every so often. Piercing and making your blood run cold. Always when hope of it being gone rose in you, your heard it. Frightening and disheartening. You counted yourself lucky. For your quick thinking and for having your phone on silent, you were still alive. Too bad the cell signal sucked on the third floor. If only your heartbeat was the loudest sound that morning. How is this evening happening? You wondered as you counted the tile again. Feeling distressed would sure to wreck havoc on your system later. Raising your head, you swore you heard a sound. Please be nothing. The sound grew faintly louder. Soles of shoes out in the hallway. You remained silent. Not knowing who or what rampaged through the building after your interview left you at a disadvantage. One you were well aware of. At first, you had suspected an armed attack to the company, however blood-chilling roars proved otherwise. I wanna go home. You thought, still as stone on the floor. You were not about to meet any creature face to face. Bipedal or not. Small thumps shook the main door of the restroom. Is someone trying to come in? How well could that lock above the main door hold for?

THUMP ping WHAM

You covered your mouth as you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Hello?” A deep voice called out. “Is anyone in here?” Heart beating rapidly, you did not dare to move. Could you trust the stranger? This random man? How long were you intending on hiding in a stall? Bending lower, you observed dark boots slowly making their way into the restroom. A room with five stalls. “Listen, I’m here to help.” Likely, you thought suspiciously. “It’s too dangerous to be in here,” he said three steps closer. “We’re on orders to rescue civilians.” And he totally knows I’m in here. Government or something? “My name’s Leon. I can get you out of here.” Fine. Fine. Okay! “Are those things still out there?” You asked in a broken whisper. Fear and hours of silence effecting you. “Yeah.” “Crap.” “Tell me about it.” Your eyebrows pinched together. Didn’t expect him to say that. Easing yourself up to stand, your body was more than a little relieved to be off of the cold, hard tile. You took a steady breath. As quietly as you could, you unlocked the stall door and peered out. Icy blue eyes regarded you immediately.

“I’m Leon.” Said the man with dirty blond hair. A bulletproof vest covered his torso and overall distracting from his casual clothes. “Are you all right . . . ?” “(Y/N).” You answered, trying really hard not to glance a the gun he held. With all the other ‘tools’ on his person, he seemed pretty legit to you. “Is . . . everyone else hiding too?” Lips pressing together, Leon glanced away for a moment. Oh, no. “We still haven’t done a complete sweep of the building yet, but the team has found others.” He stated. “I’m sure they locked themselves in their offices if they didn’t run out.” “Do you know who’d be in an office now?” “I have no idea.” You said honestly, “I was just here for a job interview.” His eyebrows rose a fraction. “Oh yeah?” His tone was steady. “Guess I’ll keep looking.” You shrugged. “I hope you have better luck next time,” Leon turned back to the open door. “Let’s get going. Stay close.” “Okay.” What choice did you have otherwise but to follow him? You were ill prepared to observe the aftermath of whatever happened. The eerie emptiness and scattered belongings throughout the hall. Maybe this guy was your ticket out, your guarantee of going home. Anything was better than your earlier options.

Leon hadn’t been exaggerating when he said ‘sweep’. With his weapon ready, he checked every open room. Thankfully nothing scary showed itself. “Any chance they gave you a tour?” Leon asked as he glanced up and down a hallway. “No. But they have some pictures on their website.” “Helpful.” “Not really,” you whispered. Glancing over his shoulder, Leon gave you an amused look. Oh. Good sarcasm. You tore your gaze away. An open door down the hall became occupied uncannily fast. So quietly. Someone leaned against the doorframe. Stepping out, their professional attire looked wrong, hanging where it shouldn’t. A gravely, strangled breath carried towards the pair of you. Leon turned with aimed precision. Remaining still, you felt coldness creep up your arms. Something was very wrong. The person hobbled into the hall with unblinking eyes and a strangled screech. Their pace increased as they angled in your direction.

BANG

You covered your ears a second too late. What used to be an employee laid in an unmoving heap on the tile floor. Discolored and inhuman. “What happened to them?” You asked with a shaky voice. “They’re infected,” answered Leon as he turned down the other half of the hall. You kept up without missing a beat. “So a zombie?”

GRRAAAH!

Two more infected raced out from the open room behind you. Jaws slacked and fingers clenched forward like claws, they targeted the pair of you. “Crap,” you exclaimed. Before you could move anywhere, Leon had opened fire on the infected. Aim perfect and practiced. The threats were down before your heart rate raised too high. Grumbling under his breath, Leon went forward to inspect the room. “Stay right there.” He advised as you remained by the hall’s intersection. “Sure.” Freaking zombies, you thought. Out of everything -- anything. Zombies. Briefly, you peered around and thankfully nothing moved. Leon’s handling this well. Maybe zombies aren’t new? And real. You cringed at the thought. Witnessing and knowing what had rampaged through the building earlier wasn’t a comfort. A bit of scary closure maybe. “All clear in there,” Leon announced as he joined you. “We’ll see the rest of the floor and meet back up with the team downstairs.” “Cool.” You breathed out a short reply. “Don’t worry,” Leon assured you, “I’ll get you outta here.” “I appreciate it. Really.” He sent you a small smile. It warmed the hope in your heart.

The rest of the hall held knocked over seating areas and ignored art. Beyond it was a closed set of doors. Unlocked and probably designed with fire safety in mind. Leon paused as he reached one of the doors. Does he hear something? You dared not stand too close. Not that standing near your new acquaintance was disagreeable. Simply, you did not want to be in his way.

WHAM

“Leon!” You jumped back against the wall. On the floor with growling and grunting was a struggle of alarming visuals. Both Leon and an terribly disfigured infected fought for purchase, for an upper-hand. For survival. Frantically watching over Leon with increased anxiety, you didn’t move. You didn’t even scream. Should I kick it? With a frown, Leon hit the infected back to get out one shot. It was enough. Leon scooted back before rising to his feet. “You all right?” He turned to you. “Me? Sure. You?” “I could use some pizza later.” Leon said as he cautiously entered the section of the hallway. “Sounds good,” you added as you followed him and dearly hoped your stomach wouldn’t start vocalizing its agreement. Especially after witnessing that frightful fight.

Glancing around, the plain walls gave a stark contrast to what could be lurking behind every door. Every unexplored corner. “We almost made a full circle,” you announced as you spotted a familiar elevator at the very end of the hall. “Then we’re out of here and --” “What?” Leon’s arm came up to block you from moving forward. A well defined, muscular arm. You didn’t notice anything abnormal. Yet that didn’t make you feel any less hesitant of what lay ahead. So you elected to stand behind Leon. “Show yourself.” Leon called out with his gun raised to a doorway. “If they’re still human.” You whispered.

Steadily with raised hands, two people in business casual attire walked out of an office. They appeared healthy. Definitely unnerved in their situation. But human nonetheless. “We just want safe passage out,” said the taller of the two men. No duh, you thought as you brought yourself to stand beside Leon. “Then stay close.” “Who are you?” Asked the second man wearing glasses. “I’m Leon Kennedy. I’m on orders to --” “Rescue us?” Interrupted the first man. “Let’s not waste time.” “Right.” Leon subtly turned to check on you. Blue eyes giving you a quick once over. You gave a brief, if not tiny, smile of encouragement.

The faster we’re out of here the better. At least those two had each other. You thought as you followed Leon across the echoing tile. “Which department are you from?” You glanced over your shoulder to notice the shorter man directing his question to you. “Oh, I don’t work here,” you answered. Both man shared concerned frowns between themselves. Therefore, you followed up quickly with, “I was here for a job interview. For data entry.” “And you didn’t do it from home?” Asked the taller man. “I . . . didn’t see that option.”

Being as the men asked no more questions, you set your sights straight ahead. Thankfully, stepping around a trashed bulletin board. You kept closer to Leon than your new group members. Definitely not going to work at any place associated with this one, you thought as all of you reached the end of the hall. Stealthily, Leon crept into a stairway and quietly beckoned the three of you onward. “We’re three floors up,” whined the taller man behind you. “I’ve never not taken the elevator.” “Good time to try them out,” commented Leon as he headed down stairs. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Better than ten flights of stairs, you thought to yourself. Even better with Leon leading the way. He probably did the ground floor too. Hope of safety and freedom, you lively took each step. Easily done even with two grumbling men following after you. You’d think they’d be more thankful. They work here! You frowned. Did they call for help? “Uh, Leon?” You inquired. “Yeah?” He paused to look up to you. Patience in his eyes. “Are there any more of those . . . things in the lobby?” “There shouldn’t be.” “That’s not very confident,” sneered the shorter and obnoxious man. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s keep going,” Leon announced and took two steps at a time.

With the door to the lobby in sight, you were anxious to see if the rest of Leon’s team found other survivors. Surely, there were people who weren’t infected. What do we do when we’re out? You wondered. Were other buildings attacked too? You swallowed dryly. Where does Leon go?

SLAM

Yelping, you peered above as a broad shouldered infected burst through the second floor’s door. “RUN!” At Leon’s order, you rushed passed him to the door. In seconds, you were back in the same lobby and surrounded by broken furniture as your heart pounded in your chest. Electing to head towards the reception desk was your first thought. The front entrance was further off and a little too good to be true. “Hey,” you stumbled as the two men pushed passed you. The men did not utter a word to you nor did they let up their speed. They knew where they were going. They knew where to hide. Both heading towards a far door. But what if they run right to a zombie? Fear rushing through you again, you made your way to the tall desk. After checking inside the space, you entered through the unlocked door. You were safe for the time being. Just wait for Leon. That’s all. You thought as you tried calming your breathing. He’ll be fine. We can go home. I can, you corrected yourself. Everything will be fine. Quietly, you sat on the cushioned chair. You’re safe. Just breathe. Besides your breathing and heartbeat, you did not hear anything else. A relief for sure until you immediately considered your new friend. The brave man you left in a stairwell alone with some monster. Your stomach dropped as you remembered him being tackled earlier.

“(Y/N)?” Called out a familiar voice. “Leon,” you exclaimed happily and jumped out of your seat. In another breath and a few echoing footsteps, Leon was in front of the receptionist desk. A smirk soon curving his lips. “Rethinking a job position?” Leon asked with raised eyebrows. “No.” You hastily exited the tiny room. He didn’t appear injured. “Where are the others?” “I think they took the stairs.” Pointing off in the direction they had gone, you asked. “Are they going back up?” A frown creased Leon’s concerned expression. Their actions troubled him. “They could’ve left, right?” You glanced towards the entrance. “Yeah . . . So why go down to the basement?” “There’s a basement?” Icy blue eyes regarded you. “Not that I’m scared of basements,” you said quickly. “We can check it out. Maybe they’re stealing or something.” “We have to get you out of here.” “Them too. Who knows what they’re doing? They might need help. Not with stealing hopefully.” Expression softening, Leon nodded. “Come on. Stay close.” “Will do.” You whispered with a determined nod of your own. “Not too close to step on your heels though.” “Heh. That’s the least of my worries.” “But everything should be good now, right?” “Let’s hope.”

Together, Leon and yourself made a beeline for the basement door. An easy task even with knocked over display cases of assorted business accomplishments and dead infected in your path.

Despite everything, you thought, at least Leon is easy to get along with. The lady who interviewed me was . . . seemed bothered to talk. Oh well. Coming up to the door, Leon raised his left hand to the handle. It was then that you finally noticed his bracelet as you stood mostly behind him. A crystal so dark a shade, you nearly mistook it as onyx. You took a quick glance at your ring. “Oh.” Heat rose to your neck. “Yeah,” murmured Leon over his shoulder. “Some first meeting, huh?” “Yah think?” Of all other things to happen today. My soulmate is rescuing me from zombies? What the heck is going on? You blinked and asked without another thought, “You knew this whole time?” “There was no one else in the restroom.” “Touché.” Stepping back, you observed Leon peek beyond the door. You weren’t quite sure what to make of the indistinctive sounds coming up. Leon did. Grabbing his walkie talkie, he communicated the news to his team. Something about an umbrella and biological weaponry. The others advised a warning regarding the two employees. What is his job exactly? Efficiently and quickly, Leon checked over his gun and remaining supplies. Set for another round of sweeping. “Stay here,” he ordered firmly as he pushed open the door. “But--” “Here.” You sighed and leaned against the wall. “Fine, but come back in one piece. This place has made me nervous all morning.” “Then we’ll have lunch somewhere else.” In a blink of an eye, Leon was out of your sight. Every minuscule sound afterwards made you jump or hurriedly check your surroundings. Being alone again activated the rest of your fear. It was a wonder how being in good company, very capable company, eased your worries. He’s my freaking soulmate, you thought as you attempted keeping your breathing even. And he’s down there with two strangers or fighting off infected like a regular Thursday for him. You sighed again. Tuesdays suck.

. . .

“Damn it,” Leon leapt out of the way. A basement of a science center should had been much quieter and clear than how Leon found it. Somewhere behind a generator, the two men -- scientists -- were terrified and hardly conscious. In the open area beyond, storage containers stood a large infected. Slender with thick legs, the infected had a new target. It lowered to the floor with a deep growl. Just my luck, thought Leon. Thankfully, the experienced agent was more motivated than usual. With Chris and the rest of the team on the way down, they’d be finished in no time, which left good news in regards to his soulmate. You were alive and well. Leon was determined to keep you safe no matter the danger. “Who’s hunting who, pal?”

BANG BANG BANG

. . .

Anxious and heart rate moderately high, you remained close to the basement door. Nothing came in or out of the lobby. All around you had remained silent as chaos erupted beyond the closed door. Half an hour of not knowing what occurred in the basement felt like two hours worth of unnerved twitching. Is the whole basement full of infected? You thought as you fiddled with your ring. What if one comes out? What if Leon doesn’t --? “Ah.” You nearly jumped a foot back as the door opened and a team walked out wearing protective vests. Not one could you recognize. Each armored and live human eyed you before heading to the exit. Even the two men from earlier were dragged out. Weird. You thought, expecting someone to at least converse with you for security reasons. “Uh…” Despite the clear lack of danger, the situation appeared all the more odd. Confusing too. Less odd, thankfully, when a familiar dirty blond haired man stepped out into the lobby. “Leon.” You rushed up to him without a second thought. A little beat-up with red marks, Leon turned in your direction. “How are you not one bruise?” You exclaimed. “Give it time.” Leon smiled. “Are you okay?” You asked. “A little hungry, but fine.” You shook your head. “You’re something else, you know that?” “In a bad way?” “No… Different in a very…unexpectedly impressive way. If that makes sense?” “Heh.” Leon rubbed the back of his neck. He is pretty handsome, you thought off-handedly. “So, if all’s well, what now?” “We get out of here.” He answered simply before adding, “medical checks, debriefs, reports.” “I’ll take that over infected.” “Me too.” Icy blue eyes studied you softly. All seriousness and survival focus faded away. He was Leon Kennedy. A man who probably did not expect to find his soulmate amongst entering chaos. “Leon!” A muscular man called from the entrance. “Let’s go!” Without a word, Leon and yourself headed out of the building. Armored and unmarked vehicles were pulling into the parking lot. An organized sign of clean-up. It was going to be okay. You survived and your soulmate found you when all was terrifying. The rest of the day lay ahead. “So…about lunch?” Leon murmured.

. . .

Music smoothly filled your living room as a movie played with interruption. Something calm and a little nostalgic. Just what you needed. Days had gone by after all the checkups and documenting of the events that had taken place at the science center. You hadn’t even looked at your résumé after that. On a brighter note, the ordeal had placed your soulmate in your life. When each document had been signed and you were free to go, you were able to start getting to know each other in a domestic setting. No infected sightings. No upcoming job interviews. Both of you were completely safe and quite comfortable. Relaxing on the couch, you found solace in being all snuggled into Leon’s side. Cozy and cared for. He had an arm wrapped around you as his other hand played with the soulmate ring on your finger. Together and alive. You counted yourselves lucky. Situations could had been extremely different. Over the past week or so, nightmares plagued your sleep and made days uneasy. So having Leon, your soulmate, who completely understood helped. Life didn’t have to be all scary. Neither of you needed to run from one day to the next. You were able to take things slow or any pace you desired. All would be okay. Leon had promised safety. You had no doubt he meant it.

Nudging your head against Leon, you caught a glimpse of his smile. Like a sunrise. “Leon.” “Hmm?” “We could pretend we met in a grocery store or something.” “Oh, yeah?” He pulled you closer. “Like during a holiday rush. It gets wild…I’ve heard.” “Which aisle?” You snickered, “Toilet paper aisle.” “Nothing says ‘want a date’ like two ply.” “Homemade pizza does.” You kissed his chin and was rewarded another smile from Leon. “You had me at ‘not really’. After I asked if they gave you a tour.” “That’s so random.” “You were just being you. How could I not like you?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a soulmate thing?” “As long as we’re together, I don’t care what it’s called.” Gently, Leon leaned in to kiss your forehead. His smile curved against your skin. “I’m just glad I found you.”

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🔞 See you on the other side | Thanos (Choi Subong x fem!reader)

I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN A LONG TIME, VERY ASHAMED OF HOW BADLY WRITTEN OR BASIC THIS MAY BE.

Anyway, I don't know where this came from, I've had this desire for Choi Seunghyun stuck for like 10 years now, somehow I had to get rid of it. I'm still embarrassed…

Awkward plot, as always, I must add drama because if my life is full of drama then the fanfic just the same.

Summary: Fem reader has cancer, her ex is Subong, who asked her for drugs when she was working at the hospital, she gave them to him because they were for his jet lag and dizziness, but things escalate and she ends up fired and he with some sort of dependency. Anyway, they meet again in the squid game and he tries to fix everything with her because he obviously didn't forget her. And OBVIOUSLY for this first fic we have the typical and respectable BATHROOM SCENE.

Warnings 🔞🔥: mentions of cancer, SEX, SMUT, oral fem receiving, fingering. That…

In this fic, Thanos would be behaving somewhat bottom/sub? Is real life T.O.P a bottom? ask jiyong, enjoyyyyyy but not too much

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Three people down, or perhaps it was four? In situations where one's personal safety is compromised, the finer details can appear insignificant. Your hands and legs trembled, and your entire body was a nervous system susceptible to error and misstep. You felt the acceleration of your heartbeat in your throat and ears, echoing in your head, and perspiration running down your cheekbones, the salty sensation in your mouth.

Your eyes turned to the spot where a figure was jumping carefree, holding the surprise in your chest when you saw Subong in the crowd, your Subong. He looked like a hallucination, hovering among the players, jumping over the corpses with a maniacal grin… drugs… your drugs.

The daily game had reached its end. It was shocking that people had died in such a strange way, and there were many questions to be answered. However, the pain was even more overwhelming because cancer was like that: painful, unbearable without medicine, especially in the current circumstances.

'Señorita' the voice was behind you; you felt his presence, the shadow of his figure enveloping you completely, and the scent of his skin and the dye of his hair brought back precious but bitter memories. How much pain love can endure.

'Su-bong', you whispered, though you thought your voice was firm, the nuance was faint and the volume low.

'My baby! What are you doing here?"His arms abruptly embraced you, drawing you into his body, and your cheek bumped against his chest.You felt that familiar, heady feeling of being protected by him — loved.

Away from the crowd, Subong inspects your face, noticing spots of blood that are not yours and a couple of dark circles under your eyes… nothing else.

'You don't look well,' he says with a grimace.

'I need some,' you say, your breathing heavy, your eyes watering, your gaze beseeching, 'You owe me. I got them for you.'

He does not take you up on your request, nor does he attempt to argue with you, because he knows that is one of the reasons you lost your medical licence.

'Say "Aaah"'.

He brings one of his hands in front of you, a colourful pill between his fingers, and slowly touches your lower lip to make you open your mouth.His fingers enter, and your tongue takes the pill, but habit, treacherous habit, appears and your tongue tastes his fingers. A touch of what you had been.

Your eyes meet his as you both reminisce about the good times you shared during your relationship. When you two were an item, he would gently slide his fingers into your mouth, and within moments, you would be caught up in a passionate embrace, him on top of you, making love from behind while whispering a range of compliments in your ear.

'Better?' he inquires, his fingers gently tracing the lips around your mouth. You nod as the memory fades. You feel as if you've tasted a taste of normality, something you haven't enjoyed in years.

The night after games and food, you feel heavy and lethargic. You sweat and shiver, and you realise that it is a reaction of your body. You had treated several patients like this for years, and the helplessness of becoming one had made you fall into a very dark place, almost abandoning yourself.

"Bathroom" you request one of the guards, but your voice is not as steady as your gaze. The guard declines, and you consider that if you had a pen with you, you would have moved him out of your way, as you did with the insurance agent who had refused to cover your chemotherapy.

"It's urgent. I just want to freshen up" you insist, aware that in your position you can't make demands like that.

‘Hey bro, she has cancer, if it was your sister or your mother would you treat her like this?’ Subong appears at the right moment, after having watched you for a long time, “look at her, she can't even stand up”.

He places his arm around you and shakes you vigorously, as if manipulating a rag doll. His methods are deceptively straightforward, yet his success is unparalleled.Even if you had been in optimal health, he would have still prevailed.

You wash your face and pour water on the back of your neck, observing the reflection in the mirror. Your bruised features bear little resemblance to the respectable oncologist you used to be.

Subong's drugs have effectively mitigated your feelings of rejection, causing all sentiments towards the person in the mirror to dissipate within moments. Although you don't recognize yourself, you feel a sense of rejuvenation, as if returning to a state of strength and painlessness.

Subong approaches you, resting his chin on your shoulder, leaning his hands against the sink. You feel his breath in your ear and the soft brush of his lips on your neck, his kisses below your ear, at the precise spot that makes your skin bristle, reminiscent of their days together.

Subong's voice, husky and subtle, with sweet undertones, asks, "Feeling better?" The enigma that is Subong: he seems impenetrable and stoic when he raps, yet under the stage he is a sensitive and playful creature, always with a striking look and a touch of madness.

"Better," you reply, looking in the mirror and observing the closeness between the two of you, as if time hasn't passed, as if you were never done with him, as if your souls weren't on a tightrope drifting off to who knows where. You experience a sense of longing for him, the intimacy, the warmth of his embrace, the soft rhythm of his breathing, the way his lips cling to your skin without kissing you, as if it causes him discomfort to touch you, as if you were made of porcelain.

"When we make that money, I'll pay for your chemotherapy," he says. His voice is masculine and deep, rough, and his eyes are like fogged glass, intrinsically wounded by your illness as if it were his own.

"What about your debts?" you inquire, turning to him, cradling his face in your hands, him still leaning on the sink behind you.

He bends down to look at you blearily, and with a smirk, almost cartoonishly, he says, "Fuck the debt. I only care about your well-being. I'll see who I'll take his share from."

This provokes laughter from you, which you hadn't experienced in nearly a year. The corners of your lips ache, and the sensation of your cheeks expanding sends shivers down your skin.

Subong remarks, "There it is," as he touches the tip of your nose. "My girl's cute laugh." His fingers trace the contours of your lips, evoking memories on your skin with his touch, and reviving sensations you thought were lost.

He knows how to make you feel good, how to tease you, and how to be gentle because he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle it if he used all his strength.It's like when you went to the bars -the body remembers, so you move naturally from soft kisses and panting to one of the cubicles.

Your pants are on the floor, your underwear is around one of your ankles, and you are sitting on the toilet seat.Subong is skilled at rapping, which allows his tongue to glide with delight. He breathes softly as he holds his face between your legs.His fingers glide up your thighs, tracing ancient marks with his thumbs, while his tongue paints your velvety walls with his devotion.

You intertwine your fingers in his hair, your head thrown back, your eyes rolling back as the combination of drugs and his adept tongue takes hold. You hear him emit a low, throaty sound as you discreetly disengage from his grasp and press his face against yours, his nose brushing against your sensitive area.

You inhale his scent, the rhythm of your heart accelerating, and you feel the warmth of his fingers between your legs. His fingers begin to brush against your folds, and you recognize the familiarity of this touch.

"I don't think I can bear it," you whisper, pulling him away from you. Your hands are in his hair, your eyes fixed on his, which are black and smiling as his tongue wipes his chin. His tanned skin is glistening with the crystals of your juices.

"I promise to be gentle. I will make you feel good, baby." The dichotomy of sweetness of his face and the naughtiness of his fingers exploring your womanhood plunges you into an unknown territory somewhere between amusement and discretion.He enjoys seeing the way you squirm at his touch, at his fingers delving inside you and roaming over formerly dominated territory.

He swiftly locates your sensitive areas, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. His fingers disappear into your ecstasy, and you begin to rhythmically shake your hips, in harmony with the intruders testing your last reserves of sanity.

"So… ohhh-"

Subong looks at you satisfied as you begin to chant incoherently. He has always loved to please you, and that's why he has been so devoted to your body, learning every nook and cranny and experimenting with his movements to achieve the perfect reaction of your being, which is now destroyed under his fingers.

"More," you moan, gripping his shoulders with your nails, and he, your devoted instrument of pleasure, takes you to the edge of losing yourself in your own pleasure, of feeling every electric fiber of your body.

"Don't hold back."The rough voice and soft tongue are in full effect, and you can feel your body responding with heightened sensation. Your voice is almost a scream, your teeth holding back your lips, and your shoulders tensing as it reaches its peak, and then it explodes inside you. You exhale hard, your legs wrapping around his head, your hands in his hair, almost tearing out his locks.

"Shit," he laughs, as you shudder and catch your breath. "When you heal, I'll do you better. I promise." He rises to kiss you, his tongue touching the roof of your mouth, and your own taste bathes your tongue.

"How did you know I had cancer?" you know this is not the time to ask, and yet you do.He smiles over your lips as he kisses you.

"When I went to see you at the hospital, they told me you had been arrested by the police for stabbing an insurance agent during your chemotherapy," he says over you, proud as he wipes traces of saliva from your chin.

"You knew my medical license had been taken away. Why did you look for me at the hospital?"

"I wanted to beg your forgiveness. I would ask one of your old friends for her phone to call you, you would have answered them," he said, kneeling down to pull your panties up.

"I am sorry I blocked your number."

"It's all in the past," he says, smiling up from the floor and wiping his lip with his thumb. "It was good," he continues, "when we get out of here, you can unblock me."

"Do you believe we'll survive this?" you pull up your pants and escort him out of the cubicle.

"I'm not certain of anything, but if anything happens, I'll see you on the other side," he says, taking your hand in his and stroking the back of your skin.

"See you on the other side…"

[tumble-tv]

ICE raids are happening.

Any immigrants, no matter how long you have been a citizen of the USA, is at risk of being deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. Raids starting in Chicago, Illinois. and spreading to other major cities with high POC and Hispanic populations. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) have started raiding homes and families in California.

There are no "protected locations" as of January 21, 2025. Hospitals, schools, and churches are all at risk of being raided, where before these places were deemed safe and off limits to raids.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and “what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.) Use for flushing wounds, flushing eyes of tear gas, and of course drinking.

Snacks! You'll be doing a lot of walking and/or running and need to keep that energy up. Trail mix, dried fruit, nuts, granola bars, crackers, jerky/meat sticks, fruit snacks, candy, etc. Think of it like packing your lunchbox for a field trip.

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake/temporary tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt. Balaclavas are also a good choice, as they cover both your face and hair.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage, but tactical is also good

Hand sanitizer

Gloves with hard knuckles (tactical gloves). These pack a good punch even if you don't have the correct form. Don't have those? Wrist guards for roller skating/skateboarding work kinda like that too. More of a slapping motion, but still hurt like a bitch. Extra points if they're all scuffed up from use and falls.

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything.

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes. Boots and sneakers are your best choices. Not heels, not platforms, not sandals. Good boots or shoes that won't come off your feet too easily when you run.

Spare socks. Trust me. You can use them to stop bleeding if it comes to it, but also you can put rocks in there and boom weapon. Also if the socks you're wearing get wet.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible. Black is best.

Photocopy of your ID, not your real one.

Sunscreen!

Make sure your clothes have pockets, even if you have a bag. You want everything to be easily accessible.

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind. If you have overly unique or identifiable frames, goggles are your friend here. Get some goggles that will fit over your frames, preferably ones that are tinted.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Wrap it up. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains. Except maybe a pride flag so people know which team you're playing on.

Scarf or keffiyeh if you have one. They have many uses!

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

COPS CAN FORCE YOU TO OPEN YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR FINGERPRINT OR FACE ID

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

If you see a potential or active raid, take pictures and note the time and location. Post online if you can, as well.

You have the right to remain silent. State that you wish to remain silent. Avoid giving information about anybody's immigration status. You have the right to refuse to sign anything before speaking to an attorney. You have the right to refuse searches of your car, your home, and yourself. Schools do not collect a child's immigration status.

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not a white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Even just reposting information helps.

This is an updated version of this post,

[txrully]

toxic till the end

·˚ ༘ ꒱ genre angst

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warnings toxic relationship, emotional abuse, attachment issues, neglect and abandonment, self-doubt, manipulation, codependency

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo toxic till the end - rosé

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n never in my life did i think that i'd write down those warnings- but this song was stuck in my head for so long i had to write smth abt it :')

his favorite game is chess, who would ever guess?

you like to reminisce about the times when you played chess together – the concentrated look on his face as his hair covered his eyes. that look would always stay in your head for the remainder of the day after you (horribly) lost your little match as always. there are no hard feelings though, it's all fun and games in the end.

playing with the pieces in my chest

"not now, y/n. i have to do something important." he'd tsk as you removed yourself from the (one-sided) hug. "okay..." you almost mumbled inaudibly. he let out a small sigh and quickly mentioned that he'd make it up to you soon. that's how it always was, after all.

now he's on the screen, saying 'don't leave'

"y/n, don't do this to me—to us. just come back home and we'll talk this out." you read the text over and over. how could you come back? it felt like a never-ending cycle from love to pain. at first, he'd always act like the oh-so-perfect boyfriend you fell in love with. but then it's like a rock hits his head and in the blink of an eye—he acts cold towards you. why should you return to the "love of your life" if he keeps breaking your heart?

you stole that line from me, 'cause you're just jealous and possessive

"who are you talking to?" it was as if he suddenly appeared out of thin air to check the reason why you were laughing so hard. "uhm, just my friends... why?" you'd awkwardly answer. "nothing... let's go for a stroll in the park for now." any thoughts of doubt you had were immediately thrown out the window as you let out a small smile. it's been a long time since you both hung out together, so why not enjoy yourselves?

so manipulating, honestly, impressive

"i recommend you try this one—it's one of our best sellers!" an employee suggested to you. "well, i think you should try this one." your boyfriend handed you another item. in all honesty, you preferred the employee's pick more than his, but... it wouldn't hurt to try it, you supposed. seeing the look on your face, he immediately added, "do you not trust me, love?" your eyes immediately widened a bit. "huh? of course i do! you know what, let's just take your recommendation and leave, yeah?" the poor employee nervously looked between the two of you, unsure if he was intruding or not.

you had me participating

"come on, it wouldn't hurt to try?" he'd chuckle a bit as he saw the nervous look on your face. out of all the things you could do together, it just had to be skateboarding. "but wouldn't it get annoying if i fall?" you hesitantly asked. after all, you've never touched a skateboard in your life. and again and again, he'd tell you, "nonsense. i'm here." he really liked playing with your heartstrings, didn't he?

back then, when i was running out of your place

you like to think of yourself as a patient person. and that meant that between the two of you, you were definitely the more easygoing one in this relationship. although in this moment, it certainly didn't seem like it. "how could you forget our anniversary!?" you were beyond mad—maybe even livid. today marked another year of putting up with... this. he stayed silent. sometimes, you wonder if he ever cared about this day as much as you did since he always seemed to forget it. today seemed like the world had everything against you. from getting up late because the stupid alarm didn't do its job, leading to you falling down the stairs from being in such a hurry, preparing each other's lunch, arriving late to your destination and getting scolded for it, and finally, this? there's only so much a person can take. without uttering a single syllable, you grabbed the keys to your car, avoiding eye contact with the "only one who'd understand you."

i said, 'i never wanna see your face'

i meant, 'i couldn't wait to see it again'

not long after, you found yourself walking in the rain, back to your shared apartment after taking a stroll in the park, all alone. even though you were mad at him, you couldn't really blame him. 'he was always stressed during this time... he probably didn't notice the date then... so it was... my fault?' drenched in cold water, you unlocked the door quietly, noticing a dimly lit candle with a small gift next to it. "you're back." he said while leaning on the bedroom door. it's almost as if he predicted you'd come back at this time. oh right... this always happens. "well, get cleaned up. i'm heading to bed." you left to the bathroom in a hurry. you hated this endless cycle the two of you seemed to have, yet at the same time, you didn't want to leave him. you loved him too much. maybe you can sort things out in the morning? love conquers all... doesn't it?

we were toxic till the end

— rin, sae, kaiser, ness, nagi, reo

© txrully

( do not republish, translate, copy or plagiarize my works )

note. some characters are ooc bc... well i did 6 characters in one ☠️😭

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

WIP Wednesday

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An idea for a future/Jonah fic merged with Ranch Fic which I believed I've shared a bit of before. It won't leave my head. Here is a snippet from a chapter in which Jonah starts preschool and brings home a gift in the form a stomach bug they all get to take their turn with. Look how happy the little guy is with himself.

Thus this snippet is also me jumping aboard the Carlos Sickfic train whoo Niz you're still the captain and the driver I'm just joining the ride for a bit! Warnings for descriptions of nausea and a mention of throwing up but no more than those exact words.

He kind of wants to check in on Jonah and TK, wants to say goodbye to Jonah before he leaves for half the day but his eyelids are already drooping and the nausea still sits on the edge of his consciousness. He feels like he has a small window of time wherein if he just moves very little and goes to sleep soon he might be able to skip the next bout of nausea.

His wish is granted anyway as the bedroom door opens, Jonah entering first along with TK’s voice reminding him to be gentle, TK himself emerging last.

“He wanted to show you the dragon he chose,” TK says as Jonah climbs carefully up the bed to sit next to Carlos.

“Hey Jonah," Carlos says, fighting to keep his eyes open as he pushes Jonah’s bangs away from his forehead. He’s gonna need a haircut again soon. “Did you choose a good one?”

“Look!” Jonah says, pulling at the hem of his shirt and puffing his chest out, proudly showcasing the pink dragon on the front.

“Wow, mijo, that’s a really good choice,” Carlos says, making Jonah beam up at TK at the confirmation that they chose right.

“Are you gonna wear your pajamas to work, Carlos?” Jonah parrots TK from earlier. He does that a lot these days. Sometimes it makes him say weirdly wise things that sound way too adult coming from his four year old voice which always makes Carlos laugh.

“Carlos gets to stay home and sleep some more, because he’s sick, remember? Just like you stayed home when you were sick.”

“Did you throw up?” Jonah asks, turning to Carlos with wide eyes. He looks a mix between concerned and intrigued.

“Yeah, but just like you I’ll feel better again in no time,” Carlos reassures with a out upon smile. He hopes he's right.

“Do you want an ice pop?” Jonah asks, remembering that had made him feel better.

“Maybe later,” Carlos smiles at him. “But that was a nice thought, mijo. Thank you.”

Jonah looks like he’s thinking hard trying to come up with something else that will magically heal Carlos. He’s so sweet and caring, just like his brother. TK interrupts him before he can suggest any more remedies, heartwarming as they are.

“Okay, buddy,” TK says. “Time for breakfast I think, so we can get to preschool on time.”

“Can we make omelets?” Jonah asks, sufficiently distracted. Carlos usually lets him ‘help’ when he makes omelets in the morning and Jonah loves being delegated with small but very important tasks.

TK chuckles. “Sure. I don’t know if I can make them as good as Carlos though,” he says. “You’ll have to ask him for the secret ingredient.”

“What’s the secret ingredient Carlos?” 

Another time Carlos will tell Jonah how to make his favorite omelet, but right now Carlos can’t bear the thought of pronouncing the word of any food related item. “Love,” he says instead, ruffling Jonah’s hair, trying not to show that even the act of lifting his arm feels like a tremendous effort. Jonah frowns for a moment before he giggles like Carlos just said a super silly thing.

“Love? You can’t put love in an omelet Carlos!”

“Sure you can,” Carlos says. “You just have to make the omelet for someone you love and that’s how you put love into it.” He doesn’t know where the spontaneous pocket philosophy comes from and he hopes he hasn’t made a mistake in case the omelet TK and Jonah whip up for some reason isn’t to Jonah’s liking.

Kids don’t think that deep, he tells himself. Jonah will probably have forgotten about it in the time it takes them to go from the bedroom to the kitchen. And besides he fully trusts TK’s abilities when it comes to cooking. 

His jumbled overthinking is interrupted by Jonah making his heart grow two sizes and do a little dance in his chest. “Then we have to make some for Carlos too TK! So we can put love in it!”

Unfortunately his stomach seems inspired by his heart to start matching its little dance routine. Thinking anymore about omelets, let alone one being made for him that he has to eat, isn’t helping. He feels his little window of time starting to close as the nausea begins tauntingly closing back in on him. Luckily TK seems to read it on his face. Or maybe he’s just turning visibly green.

“We’ll make some for him to save for later,” he says. Planting a soft kiss to Carlos forehead he tells him “You should try to finish that glass of water though, if you can. I’ll bring you a new one before we leave.”

Turning back to Jonah he says more loudly, "Now, can you say bye to Carlos so we can let him sleep?” to Carlos he says softly “You look ready to, baby.” 

Carlos only hums in response.

Jonah rises up from his knees on the bed, putting him at eye level with Carlos as he wraps his little arms around his neck. “Bye, Carlos. Feel better,” he says before turning back to TK, putting his arms in the air to be lifted off the bed.

Carlos musters his last energy for a sincere “Bye Jonah. I love you,” But Jonah has apparently already moved on, or rather back to discussing what to put into the omelet, beside love.

“And ham,” he says as TK lifts him under the armpits and sets him back on the floor.

“And cheese!” he says, “And eggs and pepper and-” 

“Okay buddy,” TK interrupts quickly, sending Carlos an apologetic wince before quickly ushering Jonah out of the bedroom, as he keeps listing ingredients. 

Once the door is closed behind them, Carlos takes a few steadying breaths, the nausea thankfully retreating back to the peripherals. Having learned to listen to TK when it comes to medical advice, he sips the water until the glass is almost empty before he gingerly lays down, foregoing his own freshly clean pillowcase in favor of TK’s, and pulling their shared blanket up and over his body. He shifts a little to make himself as comfortable as he can and then closes his eyes.

He doesn’t hear when TK creeps in half an hour later to replace the near empty glass of water, or the front door opening and closing as they leave to drop Jonah off at preschool.

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[reareaotaku]

Guard of My Heart

Summary: King Todoroki 'promotes' you as Shoto personal guard after an attack on the kingdom, but there might be more than meets the eye. Tw: Yandere! Shoto

You were confused when King Todoroki called you in for a meeting. It was probably to talk about how his ex-son, Touya, decided to set an attack on the kingdom, specifically the heir, Shoto. Touya had not been happy when the King announced that instead of the eldest son taking the throne, the youngest would. Natsuo hadn't been bothered by the decision, in fact he had not been surprised at all. Touya on the other hand... furious.

You knocked on the big metal doors, waiting for the king to tell you to come in. You peak in when you hear his voice call for you. You slowly step inside, treading lightly.

He gestures towards his son, Shoto, causing you to grimace. He was probably going to yell at you about the attack. Imagine your surprise when it was something else entirely.

"The attack-"

"Yes sir, I know, we were taken by sur-"

"I wasn't finished." He doesn't yell, but he was stern.

"Sorry."

"I want you to watch Shoto."

You look over at Shoto, making eye contact with you. He wasn't big like his father, but was definitely capable of taking care of himself. He had a strange look in his eyes, like... He knew something you didn't.

"A personal guard? So I'm being demoted?"

"Demoted?" He looks at you bewildered. "You're the personal guard of the future king, you should take pride in that."

"Of course, I'm sorry, but s-"

"No buts, I gave you a job, do it."

--

You followed Shoto closely, your eyes being the only thing he could see with your armor on. He tilts his head, trying to see in your peep holes, causing you to flinch back.

"What do you look like?"

"Nothing you'd want to see."

He huffs and steps back, before running a hand through his hair. He clicks his tongue, before heading towards his bed. He sits down and looks back over at you.

You stood awkwardly by the door, trying to avoid eye contact with the prince.

"My brot- Touya, thinks he can just send in a group and take over the kingdom. He really is much stupider than I ever thought."

You look at him, a little confused where he was going with this.

"He thinks he has birth right to the throne. But, when he left, he lost all that. He is a fool if he ever thought our father would let him on the throne."

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Do you want the throne?"

He pauses, looking away from you and to his feet. "Does it matter?"

"It does to me."

He lets out a soft laugh, "If not me, it'll be another. I don't think it matters."

"Running the country is a big job."

"A job anyone could do. We have many positions that deal with our political affairs. The king isn't all that you think it is. It's more of an appearance job."

"You don't sound to fond of becoming king."

He looks at you, his eyes soft. "Well, who am I to fight destiny?"

---

Your eyes scanned the room, still amazed about the extravagant items in Prince Todoroki's room. You avoided eye contact with said male, not wanting to give off the wrong impression.

He didn't like that very much. It almost felt like an insult. What, is he not good enough for you? He just sighed, but decided not to comment on it.

"How do you feel about my father?"

"I'm sorry?"

"My father. What do you think about him?"

"He's my king."

Todoroki laughs, "Please, you don't have to kiss ass in front of me. You can tell me how you really feel." Todoroki begins to remove his blazer, causing your face to turn a bright red. "Uh, Prince Todoroki-"

"Call me Shoto, I'm not the only Prince Todoroki, you know. Besides, we're going to be really close, might as well call me by my first name."

"Oh, I don't know if I can do that-"

"Well, it wasn't a request, it was a command. Don't call me that."

"What about your father?"

"He can kiss my ass." He looks at you before gesturing you to come close to him.

You slowly walk towards him, before he reaches for your helmet, which causes you to step back.

"Let me see you."

"I don't know."

"Please?" He tilts his head, his eyes wide.

Your metal fingers touch the rim of your helmet, but you don't remove.

Shoto had already seen you before. It would not have been a problem if he saw you now. He just wanted you to show him. Though, if he had to force you, he would.

"Remove your helmet."

You looked at him, before finally removing your helmet. Shoto examines every inch of your face. He had never seen you up so close, so he wanted to memorize your features. He reaches his hand out and caresses your face, before pulling some hair out of your face. "Why did you become a guard? You're such a pretty girl."

"Not everyone gets to live in the lap of luxury, my prince."

He doesn't respond after that, instead taking his hand off your face and caressing your helmet. You were right, but he didn't want to admit it.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Together In The Kitchen ~ Love That Burns

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST / EVERYDAY MOMENTS MASTERLIST

Word Count: 770ish

Summary: You and Logan work together in the kitchen.

Warning(s): suggestive themes, complete cringe (seriously)

Notes: Please share your thoughts! This fic goes with my series, Love That Burns! Please give it a read!

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It had been a calm and lazy Sunday, just like you like them. Logan and you hadn’t done much, mainly just reading and lounging around. Eventually, dinner time came around and you knew that you and Logan needed to eat. You turned to kiss his cheek from where you were laying against him on the couch.

“I’m going to get dinner started,” you told him.

“Need any help?” Logan quickly offered.

“You willing?”

“Wouldn’t be offerin’ if I wasn’t.”

“I’d love your help, Logan.”

“Great.” 

Before you could move, Logan took you in his arms and stood up. You laughed as he carried you to the kitchen and set you on the counter. His lips captured yours for a brief kiss before he pulled back and looked at you like you hung the moon.

“Why don’t we try something new, sweetheart?” He suggested.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “What do you have in mind?”

“What if I’m your hands and you tell me what do to?”

You giggled. “Uh, no.”

“What? You don’t trust me?”

“I trust you with my life, honey, I just don’t trust you to listen to my instructions.”

“Let me prove you wrong.” He began to press kisses down your neck. “Please, baby.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Logan’s begging. “Sorry, babe,” you pushed him away, surprised when he allowed you to. “I want something editable to eat tonight, but I could use your help as we work together.”

“Fine,” Logan sighed, head falling to your shoulder. “You win this time.”

His hands was on your hips as you pushed yourself off of the counter. You gave his lips another peck before pulling away from him to gather your needed items.

“Can you pull the carrots out of the fridge?” You asked.

Logan grunted, moving to do what you asked. He pulled out the carrots and turned to see that you had gotten out a cutting board. He set the carrots on it.

“Could you cut those?” You waved over at the carrots.

“Sure.” 

Logan washed the carrots before setting them down on the cutting board. He released his three claws from his fist and rinsed them off before using them to cut the carrots. You rolled your eyes at Logan. You knew that he knew that him using his claws for random everyday things turned you on. You knew the game that he was playing, but two could play at this game.

Once everything was cut up and placed in the pot on the stove, you flicked your wrist and the pot was immediately the temperature you wanted it without turning the stove on. Then you turned to the bowl that you had dough rising in and used your powers to get the temperature up slightly. Logan watched with mischievous eyes, knowing full well that the two of you were going back and forth like this.

Logan helped you form the rolls and placed them in the oven to cook. He glanced in the pot and unsheathed one of his claws. He fished out a carrot on one of his claws and turned to you.

“Taste,” he requested, offering you his claw.

You kept your eyes on him as you took the carrot and the tip of his claw in your mouth. You closed your mouth around them and slowly pulled off. You held off the smirk that threatened to take over your face as Logan let out a low growl. 

“Just how I wanted it,” you commented. You kissed the lip of his claw, always trying to remind him that you loved his claws. “Thanks, honey.”

Logan quickly responded by pulling you into him and smashing your lips together. He quickly dominated the kiss. He lifted you up onto the counter, smirking against the kiss as he felt you growing hotter.

“Wanna tell me what to do, sweetheart?” He taunted against your lips.

“Logan,” you moaned as his lips moved from your lips and down your neck.

“Don’t think that’s tellin’ me what to do.”

“Please…”

“Not quite.”

“Logan.”

“Still not.”

“Please just take me to the bedroom and do what you want with me.”

“What I want?” He leaned back with a smirk. “What about dinner?”

“I can warm it back up… Please, Logan. I’m telling you what to do… Take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”

He picked you up and knelt on the ground, laying you down on the kitchen floor. “I’d think I’d rather do it right here… Makin’ love in the kitchen to my wife.”

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empty baskets

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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'

Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours

The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.

"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.

"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.

His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.

Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.

None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.

I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.

You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.

And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.

Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.

"What's up?"

"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"

The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.

What were you hiding?

He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.

Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."

"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."

Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.

It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.

Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.

"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.

"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."

Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?

"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."

Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.

Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag. 

The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.

But it wasn't that simple.

Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.

You wouldn't even need five seconds.

He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.

How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?

"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."

Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.

It didn't matter when.

He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.

You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.

He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.

Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.

When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.

"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."

"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"

"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"

Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."

He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."

A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."

"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.

He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.

In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.

You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.

Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.

There was no need for it here.

The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.

"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."

He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.

"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.

Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.

"One…"

A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--

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[edgarbright]

tl;dr Caleb is innocent until proven guilty + the game already told us who is responsible for the house explosion and it's not him

There's been a surge of popularity over the theory that Caleb himself staged the house explosion and it reminds me of how, for months and months, people kept accusing Rafayel of leaving MC to drown in chapter 7--despite MC immediately stating afterwards that it was Rafayel who was in danger, not her. And she also explicitly thanked him for saving her so that she didn't drown! But people still kept accusing him.

MC: "You're the idiot. The whirlpool was obviously a death trap, but you just swam right into it..."

MC, a few lines later: "Anyway, thanks... You were the one who pulled me out of the water, right? Thought I heard your voice before I blacked out..."

I'm excited to learn Caleb's POV of the house explosion incident, because it was his idea to return home and not to keep Grandma waiting! And it was MC who stated he should go inside, alone. They literally parted ways in the worst way: after an argument. Like what was going on in his head at that moment when he first felt the heat on his skin and knew MC was, blessedly, still outside?

Plus what would Caleb have to gain by killing Grandma except MC's hatred? Grandma was already dying!

And I point all of this out because the game already showed us who was responsible for the house explosion in the World Underneath, chapter 6 part 6 of Sealed in Dust: it was the rogue agents from Xavier's Backtrackers working for Ever Group!

Raincoat: "You silenced Josephine and retrieved the research material from back then. Good work."

The "You" here is to the Backtracker, the "hat-wearing man." And we know it is a Backtracker because Raincoat further says: "Your Prince Xavier has been glued to her side watching over her, right?"

And the Backtracker confirms his own association by saying: "Hmph, Xavier can only guard her for so long. He's too busy dealing with his own issues. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's not just Ever who wants her."

Plus the item exchange in this transaction is the research information taken from Grandma's house before the explosion and a drug to help the Backtracker survive longer on Earth. Ever Group, as we know, has a strong hand in the medical science.

Remember the Backtrackers are turning into Wanderers--Xavier already killed one of his men, Isaiah, and later straight-up murders another Backtracker who is in the process of turning (see below). Remember that MC on Philos was used as the fuel in the planetary machine that kept everyone and everything alive. Many of the Backtrackers want to sacrifice her again to save their lives! And Xavier tells them to back off. He's using his sword to make sure they back off. He knows his own people are a danger to her. (How tragic that he brought a danger with him on his expedition to save her...)

So in conclusion, Caleb is innocent until proven guilty, the game already told us the main people responsible for the explosion are Ever Group and the Backtracker rogue agents, and with all the trailers reminding us again and again, we really shouldn't be questioning that Caleb has only ever wanted to look after MC. Caleb wants to be with her! So you honestly can't have your LIs doing unforgivable things like murdering beloved Grandmas, like let's be real here.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk! We're less than 3 days until Caleb's homecoming!

[ribread03]

Our Song IIII

M.sturniolo

Summery: when you start to fall asleep on the triplet couch and Matt takes notice

THIS IS MY WORK AND MY IDEA! PLEASE DONT USE THIS AS “INSPIRATION” OR TAKE IT WITHOUT GETTING MY PERMISSION FIRST! thank you :)

MATTS POV

As me and Y/N walk down the stairs to the main floor of the hotel I can't help but feel small butterflies in my stomach. The way she looked around the hotel room that I paid for, made my heart swell as I realized that she truly was just as great of a person in real life as she was online.

“Should’ve just made you take the stairs,” I can hear Y/N huff from beside me. “My legs hurt already,” She says with a small pout as we reach the last flight of stairs.

“We’re almost there,” A small chuckle escapes with my words as we round the last corner in the stairwell.

Once we are on the road and back to my house I feel Y/N taking small glances in my direction, making me flush a little as we turn off of the main road. The drive from the hotel back to our house was short and didn’t take more than fifteen minutes to get from one place to another.

As I pulled into the garage I noticed how tired Y/N looked and the small yawn that escaped her lips as she unbuckled the seatbelt from her body.

Y/N POV

Once we are all in the triplets house we are talking, a soda in Chris’s hands, getting to know each other better. On a more personal level one would say. Matt sat next to you on the couch, while Nick and Chris sat down at the other end.

As the conversation flows through the group, small yawns fall from your lips, the travel getting to you. You can feel your eyes growing heavy, your body feeling like it can’t move. You slowly stop talking, yawn after yawn leaving your lips as your eyes start to shut.

“Y/N, wanna go lay down in my room?” You hear Matt’s voice, it’s soft and warm. “My beds’ more comfortable than the couch.”

You can practically feel your eyes light up at his suggestion, a warm comfy bed after a long day of travel, sign me up. You nod your head tiredly, scooting to the end of the couch. Matt stands from the couch, holding his hand out for you. You take his hand with a small smile and follow him down the hallway and into the first door on the left.

You look around his room finding small items that match his personality. Some stuffed animals, a gravity falls poster hanging on the wall, and the famous Mr.wrinleton sitting perfectly in the middle of his bed. You let out a soft hum before taking a few more steps in behind him.

“Just make yourself at home, I just washed the sheets a few days ago..” Matt speaks softly. Watching as you kick your shoes off and climb into his bed, his side of the bed. A small smile forms on his lips as you sleepily grab a hold of Mr.wrinleton and mumble out a quiet ‘thank you’ before nodding back off to sleep.

MATTS POV

I shut the door quietly after I watch y/n drift to sleep, making my way down the hallway and back into the living room.

When I enter the living room I'm met with a grinning Nick and a giggling Chris. “What?” I ask.

“My beds’ more comfortable…” Nick repeats what I said about five minutes ago. “What, is that your way of flirting with her or something?”

“Yeah, I mean dude you’ve been making ‘fuck me eyes’ at her the whole time she’s been here… I'm surprised you even came back out of your room.” Chris adds on to Nick's question.

I scoff lightly at their interrogations, even though they are completely right. I did just want you to be comfortable, but I wanted you to be sleeping in my bed just a little more.

“How is that flirting? I was just being nice to our guest.” My voice squeaks as I try to lie to my brothers. I let out a sigh, knowing my voice cracking gave me away.

“You are trying to flirt!” Chris says rather loudly. I start to shush him, not only to not give me away, but to not wake you up. Chris lets out a few quiet giggles as he sits back on the couch, leaving me standing in front of him and nick.

“Listen, I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable if she doesn’t like me back.. so please don’t say anything and let me handle it.” I tell them, not wanting them to tell you before I can even get a chance to see if you could potentially feel the same way.

An: so sorry I’ve been MIA recently😬 hopefully getting back into it very soon, im finally in a good place in life and have been working on finding a good schedule and all that good stuff… anyways i hope you enjoyed this short but sweet chapter!!

[backtothefuturefan88]

My sixth, and most likely final, redesign of Ahsoka Tano

Here is her Rebels finale design and her series.

This one just might be my favorite design I’ve made for her!

Now once again, this falls into AU territory.

In my version of Vader vs Ahsoka, there is no “World Between Worlds”. She dies, but is brought back by the daughter because she still has one last mission before she can become one with the Force; and that is to find Ezra.

So she becomes a sort of avatar for the Daughter.

She completely relies on the Force. The closest thing she has to a weapon would be her staff, but that’s more of a walking stick.

The lightsabers she found, she buries out of respect.

I, of course like all versions before, kept her Togruta cultural items. Like her Akul teeth, which hang loosely from the top of head instead wrapping around.

Her jewelry hanging from the top of her head-tails was inspired by concept art of Padme from episode 2.

The rest of the outfit all together was heavily inspired by the Daughter’s outfit.

I gave her shoulder pads with a bit of an armored look.

Her top that covers her dress resembles the Daughter’s cape that hangs from her sleeves, only I made Ahsoka’s very wide and open; and added a large open collar that reaches her cheeks.

She has a yellow sash that hangs in front of her dress, which I gave a custom pattern too so that it wouldn’t look so plain.

Her dress I gave softer, cream color. Which also has the same custom pattern.

And a long, brown skirt that sits on top of her dress, which opens in the front.

She has a silver belt that holds her Anooba teeth, and her Togrutan sash (which I made longer).

I did keep her staff that she has at the end of Rebels like I mentioned before.

Now I’m sure you’ve noticed that Ahsoka is missing an entire Lekku.

Well with the changes I made with her ending in Rebels, I felt like I shouldn’t let her go completely unscathed. A physical scar Darth Vader left on Ahsoka.

Kinda bittersweet that this is the end, but I had a lot of fun redesigning Ahsoka Tano.

And I thank everyone who liked, rebloged, and left kind messages on all of my designs.

You have no idea how much I appreciated them.

Thank you.

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Part 5 👇

Part 1 👇

[sissybabycucksophia]

The Adult Baby Adoption Part 4

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story, and themes reflected in the story may be triggering, these themes are not my actual beliefs and are only part of a fantasy kink scenario. Also non of the images belong to me)

As the event ended and Daddy forced me out the church doors towards the car I watched as other ABDL’s were lead to their vehicles, though I looked around desperately looking to catch a glimpse of the poor girl in the same position as me. However to no avail, reaching the car door daddy removed my restraints only for me to then be hoisted up into the car and tightly secured in the seat restraints. “Please daddy is this really necessary….” I whimpered as he slammed the door shut.

“Of course they’re necessary! They’re there for your protection, a feeble little fragile girl like you~ now i understand that today has been exciting and overwhelming for you Jade! So I think you should have a nap on the drive home!” Daddy said to me much to my disgust and humiliation, before i could retort he had covered by eyes with a girly pink satin sleep mask and stuffed a large pacifier in my mouth. Sitting totally unable to make, in a beyond pathetic dress I could feel the ruffles up and down the front of the bodess sway with each turn and corner the car took. To afraid to spit out the paci I sat in silent contemplation of what had just happened to me. My chances of escaping to normality were disappearing faster than my diaper was filling with nervous peepees, but even knowing that I had now watched as my name was Legally changed and as I was condemned to a life of girly dress… to my self disgusted, my small penis was fighting against the even smaller chastity cage to get hard! Did I actually want this deep down? Was I gay? Or Trans? Or just a depraved freak turned on by humiliation and utter absolute domination?.

Eventually Daddy pulled up outside the huge building he… now we… lived in. Stopping the engine he climbed out and walked round, opening my door he begun to free me from the car restraints. Helping me out of the car he fixed the skirt of my dress while strangers walked by looking at the grown adult dressed in a child inspired communion dress. Glowing red with embarrassment daddy stood up handing the keys too the vallet and took my hand walking me inside. Despite my prayers to this god i didn’t believe in we were stopped by several of the staff to which daddy further humiliated and embarrassed me as he told them with pride how I was officially now Jade Ulysses Carmichael his daughter. Mortified and ashamed at how aroused it all made me i remained silent until we reached the elevator. Once in the elevator and moving I felt so tired I couldn’t stop myself from leaning by head against Daddy to which he said, “its ok Jade, dinner time then beddie byes for you little girl~” Daddy said gently stroking my wig. Shame washed over me knowing it couldn’t be much later than 5pm, I dreaded to think or even ask how early bedtime was going to be.

Reaching the penthouse Daddy unlocked the door and in we went. However instead of going straight to my pathetic pink bedroom he would reach into his satchel and pull out a certificate, telling me to hold it he insisted I smile for a picture, “there we go, day one in your scrap book!” Daddy said before then leading me to my bedroom and beginning to completely undress me. Once stood totally naked all except for my chastity cage, diapers and necklace, daddy would go to the drawers of my cabinet and pull out possibly the most pathetically juvenile looking night dress. Having seen this exact item on shelfs for actual children I looked on in horror as instead this looked to have been custom made to fit an adult, before I could think to protest Daddy had it over my head and begun guiding my arms into the sleeves of the thick fleecy nightdress. The gown had been altered to my exact high and was so long it skimped the floor at the bottom, around my wrists the elastic cinched tight and all down the front of my pathetically covered form were the images of disney princesses. Then taking me by the hand Daddy sat me at the makeup table where he proceeded to use two big pink scrunchies too split the wig on my head into 2 low pigtails on either side of my head. “Now Jade, give me your hands baby~” daddy said as from the drawers next to the makeup table he would produce a pink pair of satin mittens.

“Don’t you think this is a bit much Daddy!??” I whimpered simply to be met by daddy grabbing one wrist at a time and sliding my hands into the mittens each of which was then tied tightly in place by pink ribbon. Inside each mitten was a wealth of thick fleecy material making it almost impossible to grab anything with the mittens on, “Nonsense little girl! I don’t believe what that politician Nick said about all women is right…. But it weirdly applies well to you and me’s dynamic as Father too Rebellious Sissy Daughter. Remember Jade…. Your Body… MY Choice” Daddy said with an evil and manipulative grin as he then turned to the base of the bed picking up girly pink fluffy slipper boots which he crouched down, raising my nightdress and pushed onto my feet. “But daddy this nighty is humiliating and so are the mittens. Can I please just be a tomboy girl? I don’t wa…..” I was then rudely interrupted in my moans by a very large pacy being shoved in my mouth. “Baby girl~ you are most definitely not old enough or mature enough to know what you want~” Daddy replied leading me into the open plan living room dining area.

There sat the end of the table was a bright pink adult sized high chair, however on the arms of the chair appeared to be restraints. Despite my resistance I was hoisted up into the chair, a strap fastened around my waist to the back of the chair and pinned my wrists down too the arms. “Now you sit here little girl~ I’m going to grab your din dins” Daddy said pinching my cheek. Then leaving me helplessly sat there in my pathetically juvenile clothing and bound to the high chair, Daddy disappeared to the kitchen.

Returning 10 minutes later he would set down in front of me on the table of the highchair a plate of fish chips and mushy pees… 3 things i simply despised especially all at once. Removing the paci from my mouth I begun to protest, “stop this madness! You’ve read my file you know I hate these foods! Stop this insanity its not funny! This is hostage taking and torture you horrible man!!” I growled, ignoring me Daddy would place a princess covered bib around my neck. Then picking up a pink plastic princess adorned spoon he began to try to shovel it into my mouth. Keeping my lips tight shut I was disgusted as he then simply smooshed the contents of the spoon all over the lower half of my face!. The more I resisted the more he made me look like a messy child who kept missing their mouth. However as i finally decided to allow a spoonful of the disgusting mushy pees to violate my mouth, my heart would feel like it stopped as suddenly there was a loud knock at the front door. Nervously swallowing the disgusting mouthful I looked round at the front door from my highchair as Daddy got up and walked towards it. Who was it? It couldn’t possibly be that girl from the church that I’d told to ask for a playdate? Who was it.

“Ah Cynthia my sweet! Come in, I’m just finishing feeding time for little Jade then I’ll be good to commence with our usual affairs~” daddy said as he invited a beautiful 6ft french woman with long perfectly straight shiny black hair and thin rimmed big round black spectacles on into the house. She was stunning, plump perfectly shaped lips covered by matte blood red lipstick which matched her formfitting ankle length blood red rouched figure hugging dress, over that she wore a shiny black crop puffer jacket and wore black doc martin boots. Each finger nail tipped with long pointed blood red fake nails, the woman grabbed daddy’s face gently and planted a kiss on his lips before walking into the room and seductively walking toward my chair. Beneath my diapers i could feel my cage get tight as the sight of such a beautiful woman began to make me horny, well that and the embarrassment of being seen in my current state by such a beautiful woman. “Little Jade? Wait is that him? The one you told me about? I mean I knew you said he was slender and petite enough to be made into a girl but I was skeptical~” the woman said with a mix of seduction and shock as she pointed at me. Mortified I remained quiet as daddy walked over replying “She! She is just adorable no? I told you she has beautiful blue eyes did i not?” Daddy said as he used the bib to wipe away the food around my mouth.

Looking directly at me the woman spoke to me, “hello little Jade~ Im Cynthia Serdano, I’m your daddy’s frequent fuck buddy… then again judging by the look of you princess, you’ve never had one of those hmm? Consider me your Mommy then~” the woman teased as she pinched my cheek. The sheer degradation and humiliation made the tightness in my cage almost unbearable. “Thats enough now C, Jade is very close to her bedtime and its been a long busy day for her~” daddy replied as he loosened the wrist restraints and removed the table. Looking at her phone which she pulled from her jacket pocket the womans face appeared aroused, “bedtime? Its only 6:50pm? You mean your forcing this grown ass man you’ve caged, diapered and dressed as a girl to go to bed at 7pm? God the control and dominance your exerting over him is getting me…. Excited~” Cynthia cooed as she begun caressing his bicep.

“Then maybe you should come watch me put MY property to bed~” Daddy said as he scooped his arms under mine and lifted me out of the chair. Setting my feet on the floor he then took my hand dragging me to the bedroom. “Daddy please stop this is too embarrassing, please just let me stay up. Im a grown up!” I begged, however as i said that I felt Cynthia grope my thickly diapered ass. “That’s interesting Jade, I don’t know many grownups who need diapers… now be quiet its bed time!” Cynthia teased as daddy dragged me into the pink monstrosity of a bedroom.

Sitting me at the makeup table looking towards the bed, Daddy would remove the fluffy slipper boots and replace them with a pair of strange booties which had a strap along the sole of the foot. When tightening my feet were forced into a curled position pulling my toes towards my heels. “Daddy what are these for? I don’t think I can walk in these!” I pleaded as I watched him walk to the wardrobe full of all my future devices of embarrassment and begin searching for something as he retorted smugly “Thats the point Jade, those are Forced crawl booties. That way I know your not going anywhere fast while my back is turned!”

As I tried not to look at Cynthia who stood looking turned on and as though she could ravage Daddy at any minute, Daddy would pull out a monstrosity that made my heart sink, my penis strain in its cage and even made Cynthia giggle. Walking toward me daddy held on a hanger a Full body enveloping pink fleece sleepsack, closed mittened hands attached to the sleeves, a fleece bag with no opening along the bottom and a high cuff neck line with the zipper running down the front. I began to whimper “Please don’t daddy, please it’s embarrassing in front of Miss Cynthia. Please im not a baby I don’t need this please!!!”. At that daddy unzipped the sleepsack and handed it to Cynthia. “Nonsense Mommy Cynthia will think you look adorable in this” Daddy smiled to me as he then looked to Cynthia, “When I pick up my humiliated little sissy boy, your going to get his legs into the sleep sack and guide his arms into it. Make sure his pathetic little nightie sits right too will C!” Daddy said as he appeared to break character and refer to me as a sissy. Cynthia giggled as she followed his instructions, “as you say… Sir~ god your so hot right now you sissy humiliating, beta male controlling king!” Cynthia cooed as she moved closer.

Stunned I remained silent until hoisted into the air by daddy’s hands under my armpits I tried to wriggle and struggle as the sleepsack was humiliatingly wrapped around my body. As my already mittened hands were forced into mittened sleeves I quickly began to realise my hope of being able to grab the zipper too remove the monstrosity after they left was pretty slim. Once both arms were in the sleepsack I was sat back down on the stool. Crouching down before me Daddy would then grab the zip, dragging it up the sleepsack I could feel the degradation and humiliation climb with every inch the zip climbed until eventually it was fully zipped up. From a drawer beside me Daddy pulled a pink heart shaped timer lock which he slipped through 2 locking rings and the zipper, clicking it in place under my chin I unfortunately couldn’t see the time he put in the lock but given how this bedtime routine had been going I wasn’t expecting it to be quick. As I sat there with my masculinity disappearing quicker than my hopes of freedom I looked down at my now pink fleece sleepsack encased body and fell into an almost trance like state as I contemplated my patheticness. So entranced and overwhelmed as too my predicament I simply didn’t bat and eyelid as over my head was placed a pathetic looking pink bonnet which Cynthia took great pride in securing and giggled as she tied its long white ribbons into a bow under my chin.

However I quickly snapped back to reality as I saw and felt Daddy begin to attach and tightly secure a thick fluffy padded belt around my waist which had 2 smaller cuffs attached by short links at either side of my waist. “Hey! Wait a minute! Whats this for! Haven’t you debased and degraded me enough!??” I growled forgetting that no matter how masculine I might think I am I’m in no position to fight or argue. “C help me out here will you babe! Grab that arm and secure the cuff around this pathetic faggots wrist will you!” Daddy grunted as despite my resistance and lashing out the 2 overpowered me and before i knew it my arms were restrained by my sides unable to move my wrists more than 6 inches from my waist. Growling and shaking in anger while violently trying to get my arms free I roared “get this shit off of my to perverted freak!! Fuck your contract from the agency!! There isn’t a court in the land that would force me to keep enduring this bullshit!!”

At that Ulysses crouched down clamping one hand onto my crotch and grabbing my cheeks squeezing my face together he looked me dead in the eyes with an anger that equalled or even surpassed my own. “Look faggot! Listen to me…. See this caged cock down here under all those layers!? It’s irrelevant! Your never going to be a man again!! Look at you!! You never were!! A real man would be in a position to stand up and punch me out right now for grabbing their groin!! Can you do that JADE!! NO because not only are you not a man but your MY play thing! I paid to get an abdl, Im your legal decision making guardian and if you don’t want me to book the procedure to chop off your caged clitty and sissy stones for tomorrow then you’ll realise I can be a good daddy to you like i have been and not hurting you or I can treat you like a piece of shit!!” Daddy growled as my eyes filled with tears. Hearing him say how a real man would stand up right now and punch him out made me feel weak as despite trying I could barely make a fist under my 2 layers of mittens let alone swing a punch thanks to the restraints. Letting go of my face he stood up and looked down on me, “god your so hot right now Ulysses~” Cynthia cooed as she begun to hang off his arm and stroke his cheek.

“NO please you can’t take them from me please dont do that im sorry ok, just please don’t book that appointment” I howled as tears poured down my cheeks and snot began to run out of my nose. There I was, the perfect vision of a baby girl, crying and struggling under all the layers. All that made worse by Cynthia laughing hysterically at me, the more she laughed the more I whaled like a helpless baby. “C can you go pull back to covers while I get Jade here finished and ready for bed, thanks to her little tantrum shes 10 minutes late too bed!” Daddy said to Cynthia as she appeared to compose her, nod and go to the large 4 posted bed and fold back the frilly pink heavy covers. Approaching me again, Daddy would bend down and kiss my forehead before gently placing a pacifier in my mouth, then strapping if in place with a locked strap. “Ssshhh I know Jade, your outburst was because your tired~ daddy knows, lets get you to go beddy byes~” he said softly as he scooped me up in his arms in a princess carry. Feeling myself carried like a princess and knowing I was powerless too break free or stand up to Ulysses made my caged so tight the pain and desperation to orgasm were nigh unbearable.

Approaching the bed, daddy lay me down in the middle of the double bed which was a mass of pink frilly heavy satin. With an evil grin Cynthia looked me dead in the eyes as she flung the thick and heavy quilt over my already fleece sleepsack encased body, then walk over and pulled it right up to just beneath my chin. Looking at the bedside table Cynthia picked up the baby monitor, which only humiliated me to know that they’d hear my every move, and held it in front of my face. With daddy behind her he couldn’t see what she was doing with the monitor but as she spoke to me she pointed too a switch on the side of the monitor, “here you see princess~ daddy and I will hear every little peep, movement and impassion moan you make~” she teased as she flipped the switch from the position that said “one way coms” too “two way coms” before placing it on the pillow right next to my ear. “Awww isn’t that sweet of Cynthia to reassure you like that Jade.~ are you gonna say night night~” daddy hummed as he begun to walk out of the room.

Reluctantly from behind the paci gag I sniffled “Nin night” as Cynthia laughed and followed daddy out, switching out the lights I realised there were no windows in my room so despite there still being daylight outside at 7:10pm my room was in darkness accept for the plug in baby nightlight by the door, a door which seconds after daddys exit I heard quite clearly being locked. For a moment I simply lay completely still letting the tears dry into my cheeks in a state of shock, no wonder Cynthia found me funny to look at like this… any normal human would. Acutely aware of my almost inescapable predicament I lay there staring at the ceiling which Daddy had gone to the effort of plastering with self affirming diaper girl mantras like “I am Daddy’s girl” and “Daddy knows best” or “I Need Daddy’s Protection”. Reading each one made me sick to my stomach. However it wouldn’t be long before my attention was ripped from the ceiling mantras as loudly and with unbelievable clarity through the baby monitor came the audio from Daddy’s bedroom. Eyes widening in shock I realised Cynthia had more humiliation planned for me… as if that were possible!

For the next, what seemed like 12 hours but was in fact 2 I was forced to lie there and listen as Daddy and Cynthia had very loud, very passionate and very erotic sex. Over the 2 hours I heard cynthia embolden Daddy’s ego with seductively toned comments like “God the kind of man with the dominance and power to control and humiliate a sissy like that gets me so… fired up~” and “oh god yes!! Thats what a real mans cock feels like!!”. Every comment or thing Cynthia said was obviously designed to turn on Daddy and degrade me… and unfortunately she was succeeding. The passionate sex noises were bad enough but with each comment I would be smashed back into my reality of a caged cock leaking precum into my pink diapers while demoralisingly being forced to be abandon any masculinity.

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#4 Rebel Mission

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Intro to the "Rebel missions"

So first of all, let's get in some context, what were the "Rebel Missions"?

The Rebel Missions were basically vandalism that Eric, Dylan and Zach Heckler did to those people who didn't liked or even people they didn't even knew, we can say they did it just for "fun"

A little important fact, is that  Dylan and Zach started doing the missions first (revenge vandalism to people's houses in the neighborhood) and then Eric followed/joined them.

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The missions were wrote on his website, so we don't have "screenshots" of how they looked like, but fortunately we do have the transcripts so here are the transcripts of the Rebel Missions

Transcript #4 Rebel Mission

❝4 This mission was frehkin unique. The mission was from my house (REB), through the corridor, past the graves, and to the place where we do all of our fireworks. It was supposed to be like the other missions to this place. The weather was nice, we had 4 items made up and ready for use. The first fuse didn't work. The second fuse malfunctioned also. Both of those items were just about 100-120 thunderbombs strapped together. We had one more like the first 2 and we also had a little contraption of bottle rockets. These bottle rockets were strapped together, and put into a bottle. We placed this bottle on top of a large hill. So quite a few people could see. After about the 3rd try, I decided to just light the fuses that were directly from the rockets. Usually we use loooong fuses so we have time to get away. But this time, with Vodka and Kibbz standing over in front of some bigass shrubbery. I just did the direct fuse. After lighting it I ran like a sonuvabitch to Vodka and Kibbz.

 By the time I made it to them the rockets were starting to go off. We had about 50 in the assortment, so it lasted a while. It was rather perrrty. Then we busted the bottle and went BACK to the 2 strips that didn't work. They both had rather crappy quality fuses so they went out before they reached their target. I took the last one, tied the remainder of the first 2 fuses to it, and lit it for the final f*ckin time. Since I am the fastest in the group, I usually light the fuses and Kibbz would be at the point where we stop running. Vodka would keep guard while I light. This time both of them went over and laid down on the side of this hill about 100 yards away. This would be the first time we have ever seen our own work in action. All the other times we just heard them. I lit it, ran to the hill, and watched the lovely ass fireworks go off. They lasted about 45 seconds, a total of around 400 went off. Dogs were barkin and everything. It was really cool to see em all to. 

After that we went to this point in the trails that looked like the Q from quake. We smoked some cigars, and headed home. Except...when we were a few blocks away from home, we had an incident. We were walking along the sidewalk when a f*cking garage door opened at the house that we were right by! We bolted into that person's yard...and ducked down and tried to be as quiet as possible. This adult came out, got his newspaper(it was about 4:30 in the AM) and went back in. I tried to signal Vodka and Kibbz but they didn't see me. We waited...a few minutes later the man got in his car and started down his driveway. The flood of lights from his car just covered us. He stopped, got out, and yelled "WHO ARE YOU!" we got up, said we were just passin through and stuff, and he kept sayin "GET OUT OF HERE", "ILL CALL THE COPS!" and "WHO ARE YOU." We f*ckin hauled assholes and elbows home. 

This mission was also liquor free as a result of this person named Brooks Brown {redacted by FBI and missing in files - possibly home address} who tried to narc on us. Telling my parents that I had booze and @#%$ in my room. I had to ditch every bottle I had and lie like a f*ckin salesman to my parents. All because Brooks Brown thought I put a little nik in his windshield from a snowball.......BS? yes, Anyway, that was mission 4.❞

little reminder Kibbz is Zach Heckler