#they are LOVELY and you were SO close to a double bingo

[augment-techs]

Ship Opinion Bingo: World of the Coinless Bulk/Kimberly

Oh my sweet, broken babies 😭😭😭 They deserve the world and I love them together. I ADORE them together. Hell, I love Bulk and Kimberly even not in the world of the coolness haha!!

These cuties UGH

[epigstolary]

Rebound

It has to hurt to see what you look like now. All the shapeless mounds of fat weighing you down, distorting what was, until fairly recently, an average figure. You were so close to getting back to a normal weight, too — years of struggling to come down from a size at which you couldn’t lumber more than a few feet before getting red-faced and breaking out in a sweat. And you did it; somehow, you got yourself small enough to be able to shop in regular clothing stores again, and to not even need to buy their biggest sizes. Everyone was so proud of you. Telling you how good you looked. How much healthier it was to be this size. How much happier you had to be, now that you could move around and be active again. You’d beaten obesity.

Except you hadn’t, had you? Because every diet fails eventually, and fat doesn’t go away. Fat cells shrink when you diet. They quiet down when you restrain your appetite. And then they wait, lurking in that slender body, disguised by loose skin. Waiting for their moment to come back with a vengeance.

You may not even remember what triggered it now — maybe it was a really rough couple of days at work, maybe a relationship disappointment, maybe drama with family or friends. But something made you take two cheat days in a row, just to treat yourself a little and make up for everything crappy you’d had to deal with lately. And that was all it took to wake the monster sleeping inside you.

A couple of cheat days turned into having snacks around that you hadn’t allowed yourself since you started losing weight — because you had things under control, right? Portion sizes started creeping upward again, and fattier, carbier foods started replacing the lean meats and fresh veggies that helped you shed the pounds in the first place — because you lost it before, so you can lose it again if you need to, right? You went easier on yourself, skipping morning walks and trips to the gym with increasing frequency, giving yourself fewer and fewer opportunities to burn all the excess calories you’d started dumping down your throat again — because you were always going to make up for the missed sessions at some point, right? At least, those were the ways you rationalized your backsliding to yourself.

You probably didn’t know this before, but regains are a bitch. Your body’s felt you starving for years — that’s all a diet is, as far as it’s concerned — and now the famine’s over. Food’s abundant again. Time to eat and try to get you ready for the next famine, which it has no way of knowing is never coming, unfortunately for you. Every calorie it can spare from keeping you alive gets absorbed into those fat cells that used to be dormant. The weight packs on faster than it ever went away. And almost before you realize it, your puffy belly is back, your ass is filling up more of your pants, and your thunder thighs and double chin are beginning to make their appearance.

I’m sure you tried to get things back under control once you realized what was happening. You tried to get back out there and exercise again once your girth started popping buttons and tearing the seat out of pants, and you had to pull your fat clothes out of storage. You tried to eat better and ignore the cravings for everything high in fat and sugar and everything bad for you when your love handles and bingo wings and thunder thighs started rubbing against chair arms and door frames in a way they hadn’t for a long time. And then, once all of that had failed, you tried to simply ignore what was happening — to pay no attention to how your body was ballooning up to fill even your fat clothes; how difficult it was to heave your hanging belly and plump ass up and haul it wherever you needed to go; how the face in the mirror wasn’t the thin, lean, angular one you’d gotten used to seeing, but the bloated, pinched, bulbous fat face set atop a cascade of double chins that you thought you’d never have to look at again. Just muddle through, you must have thought, and eventually you’ll get a handle on this.

How’d all that work out for you? Not great, judging by the way you look now. Those legs that look like pinched sacks of custard, almost too blobby and bulky to move, don’t exactly signal someone in control of their situation. Neither does the enormous, wobbling belly spreading out over your knee folds and across the bed, or the hips bulging out at either side like melting lumps of dough overflowing a mold. And the double chins, resting on two massive boobs each the size of a fat belly in their own right, squeezed by the fat of pillowy arms plopped uselessly at either side — well, all that hardly looks like someone keeping their weight in check with responsible diet and exercise. I’m gonna guess you’re not, are you?

That’s why you had to call me in. Trust me, I see people just like you all the time. Weight’s bounced around for years, they’ve tried to diet and exercise, sometimes it’s worked for a while; but eventually, it spirals out of control. Like this. Really, you probably would have been better off if you’d just accepted being sort of fat. Beats wrecking your metabolism with a crash diet and dealing with the rebound effect — getting really, really fat like this. And now you need someone to help with all the things that you’re much too big, much too heavy to do.

I’m also supposed to help you manage your diet, get some physical activity, see if we can keep what mobility you have and try to recover more. But… that’s not really my style. See, I’ve also been around enough people like you to know that there’s no real way of coming back from this. Sure, I could probably get you to lose some weight, get you down to a size where you can wedge your flab behind the wheel of a car or cram it into the seat of a mobility scooter, get you back into the world for a while. But we both know you can’t stick to that, don’t we? The same habits that got you into this situation to begin with are going to blow you right back up into the same helpless fatty again eventually, aren’t they? Matter of time. And just imagine what a second rebound like this one would do to you! You’re already most of the way to a half-ton; another yo-yo, and you’re down for the count, immobilized probably forever under more fat than even the two of us can hope to handle.

I’d hate to see that happen to you; no lie, I really would. So I’ll make you a deal. You give up on trying to slim down to a normal weight, and you accept that you’re going to be a housebound blob from here on out. Forget about the diet and exercises, and make your peace with filling out most of a king bed by yourself. Do all that, let me take the wheel, and I’ll make sure you have everything you might need — and I do mean everything. I think you’ll find it a lot more comfortable that way.

I take it that’s a no? Listen, there’s no need to be personally insulting. Remember, I’m not the one who fattened you up like a prize pig, too big to reach the bottom of your belly, too fat to move without totally exhausting yourself — that was all you. So fine; we’ll do it your way. Get you losing weight for a while. But remember how easy it is to gain weight back on the rebound. And remember who’s really controlling your diet and your activity. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your belly’s down to your feet, your arms are too bloated to move, and you’re smothered under half a ton of lard.

Remember — regains are a bitch.

[plaidbooks]

A Royal Choice

A/N: Hey all! I've been binging Shadow and Bone, so I have re-fallen in love with Nikolai Lantsov, meaning I had to write him!

This also covers the First Snow square of @storiesofsvu Winter Bingo

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Tagging: @witches-unruly-heart @imalostredheadinablondeworld ? idk

You had been looking forward to the royal party for weeks now. Though it was full of bachelorettes all clamoring for King Nikolai’s attention, all begging to be named Queen and bear his heirs, you had made peace with that. You had a crush on the young King, and though he’s charming and kind to you, he’s charming and kind with everyone. You had hoped to catch his eye in your sweeping blue dress—and at first, it seemed you had. He had approached you, kissed your hand and told you that you were stunning before his General, Zoya, led him away to others.

It was fine, though. You enjoyed people watching and catching up with friends. Some bachelorettes were giving dirty looks to the others, giving snarky, one-word replies. But most were looking to find more friends that weren’t father’s or looking for eligible guards—and bachelorettes.

Your mood fully soured, however, as some bachelorette’s father started trying to court you. He was at least double your age, reeked of stale ale, and got a little too close for comfort when speaking.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m attempting to find audience with King Lantsov,” you said, taking a step back from the man.

But he closed the gap, basically cornering you against a pillar. “I know yeh think yeh ‘ave a chance with ‘im, but I’ve been eyeing yeh all night, and no sign of the bastard King near yeh!”

“Sir! That is your King you are speaking ill of!” you replied, offended. Of course you had heard the rumors of Nikolai’s dubious parentage; the whole country had. But you didn’t care about who was or wasn’t his parent—you cared that he was kind, strong, patient, and really, truly loved Ravka.

The man scoffed, “who cares? Everyone knows it!”

His hand came up and gripped your hip. You tried to pull back away from him, but the pillar was right there, stopping you.

“I can show yeh a better night than some bastard, anyway,” he said, leaning in closer to you. You leaned your head away from him as his lips drew closer. But the kiss never came; instead, the man’s eyes widened as he looked over your shoulder.

“Please, you give me too little credit! I’ve been told that I’m quite pleasant company, regardless of the time of day,” a certain, familiar voice said to your right.

You didn’t need to glance over to know that the King has decided to come by now of all times. Your face heated in embarrassment, a thousand thoughts running through your mind, the most prominent being “does the King think I’m with this gross man?”

But the guy seemed spooked, and you felt a different type of warmth as Nikolai moved closer, arm brushing yours.

“O-oh, ‘course, yeh ‘Ighness! I—uh—if yeh’ll excuse me—“

But Nikolai was no longer listening, not as he stepped between you and the man—who quickly turned and bolted into the crowd—and made eye contact with you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear. His beautiful face was full of concern—real concern! For some nobody like you!

Your heartbeat picked up as he studied you intently. “I am,” you replied, hoping your voice wasn’t as shaky as you thought. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“I try not to waste any moment that I can gallantly save a damsel in distress,” he grinned, voice back to that charming brogue he loved to use. “But that man was starting to give me the creeps. I figured you’d need an excuse to get away. And what better excuse than audience with the King?”

You smiled shyly, looking down at the floor. You knew he was charming, that he could turn a sinner into a Saint—and vice versa. But you were not immune to its effects.

“Come with me,” he muttered, “you look like you could use some air.” Nikolai held his arm out to you, letting you choose if you wanted to accept or not. You, of course, looped your arm through his, and let him lead you across the floor.

It wasn’t until you noticed he was leading you to the glass double doors opening to the garden outside that you hesitated, steps faltering. Nikolai noticed your trepidation and turned to face you.

“It is really a lovely night. Is this okay?” he asked, that concerned look in his eyes again.

Looking up at him, it was impossible to say no. So, you nodded, following his lead as the guards opened the doors for him. The cold air was a slap to the face after the warmth of the dance hall. You took a sharp breath, trying to blink the instant tears away.

Nikolai was a lot less obvious, but you caught him blinking, his nostrils flaring slightly.

“Well, the cold is unexpected, but not unwelcome,” he said with a grin as he led you to a marble banister.

You smiled back at him, “really? Must be because you’re in a nice, warm jacket and not a shoulder-baring dress.”

He gave you that look, the one that could melt even the coldest of Fjerda’s ice, before unbuttoning his jacket.

“What are you—?” you started as he shrugged the garment off, then draped it over your shoulders. The warmth was instantaneous, and you found yourself pulling it tighter, sinking into it.

“There, better?”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling as you noticed his red nose and cheeks, and his little smile. “Much better, but aren’t you cold?”

“Not with you next to me.”

The way he talked made you want to laugh, cry, fly into the air, and run away all at once. Instead, you hid your face in his too-long-for-you sleeves.

“I take it that you’re used to old farmers courting you, not dashing young kings,” Nikolai said with a laugh, and your face grew warmer.

You mumbled something in response, but it was muffled by the sleeves. Gentle fingers wrapped around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face.

“Say again?”

You cleared your throat, then forced yourself to look into his eyes. “Are you courting me? Truly? Or am I to warm your bed for a night before you find your queen?”

Something cold and wet touched your forehead, and it wasn’t until a snowflake landed in Nikolai’s perfect curls that you noticed what it was.

Looking up, you muttered “first snowfall of the season;” more to try and diffuse the tension now between you both than a conversation starter.

It wasn’t until you finally looked into his eyes that he answered you, all of the bravado gone from his tone.

“Of course, I’m courting you. I’ve noticed you around the Palace, and walking among the streets outside. I must say, I have grown quite fond of you, and I always look forward to seeing you. My general seems to be upset with you, since I will take any chance I can to go into the city, just for the hope of seeing you.”

His hand came up, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, letting you take in his words. His hand then rested against your cheek, caressing your skin.

“I am courting you. And I’d be honored if you’d become my queen,” Nikolai said, his voice soft, intimate, just between the two of you.

Your eyes searched his, trying to find the words to show him what you’re feeling.

But you took too long.

“I mean, it’ll be a long courtship—short for non-royalty—I don’t expect you to agree to be my queen before you’ve had a chance to deal with my…interests. I’m not the easiest to get along with—“

You let out a snort—was the King of Ravka really rambling right now? The man who is never at a loss for words?

“Your Highness—I’d be—beyond honored, if you chose to court me,” you replied, looking into his eyes.

The smile he gave you brightened up the night.

“I’ve also never tumbled, with an old farmer, that is,” you added on before mentally kicking yourself. Why’d you have to clarify that?!

But his laugh was musical, and you wanted to hear it again and again.

“Well, now that that’s been settled, allow me to present you to the guests as my pick for this party,” Nikolai announced, offering his arm once more. “It is rather cold out.”

Chuckling, you took his offered arm, and walked back inside with him, excited to learn about this man who has so easily captured your heart.

[gloomwitchwrites]

GloomWitch 3.5k 3.7k 3.8k Follower Event: Spooky Bingo

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[elixirfromthestars]

A Rainy Rendezvous

Pairing: Steve Rogers x CIA!Reader

Summary: On a rainy night during a mission in Poland, you "bump into" someone who held a very important place in your heart in the past.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warning(s): brief mentions of CIA operatives / a bit of angst / a sprinkle of fluff / the one that got away vibes / mentions of being followed / mentions of a gun / stays within the marvel guidelines of action + fighting

requested by @espinosaurusrexex

a/n: Hello everyone! ❤️ Thank you for being so patient with me on these requests! ❤️❤️ Life has been very hectic lately between starting an internship, being a senior in college, and my dog passing away...it's been a lot. 💔 I’ve mentioned this before, but many of the requests are close to being done. I only have a few final touches and edits to add, so look forward to that in these upcoming weeks! ✨

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“ I’ll check out the other location tomorrow. For now, I’m calling it a night,” you hung up the call, the simple click relieving some of the tension in your shoulders. Most days as an agent were tedious, but today had been another extreme of it entirely. Your informant double-crossed you, causing your undercover identity to be potentially compromised. 

You spent the majority of the day chasing dead-end leads as to where your informant had gone to hide away. The soles of your feet ached and the rainy chill of the night was bringing in no added comfort. You buttoned up your denim jacket, stopping the icy wind from seeping itself further into your chest.

You walked the unfamiliar streets of Kraków in the general direction of the hotel you had been stationed in. As exhausted as you were, it was your first time in Poland and it was small opportunities like this one where you could take in the beauty of the countries you worked in.

After your wasted efforts of the day, you weren’t going to waste a second of this.

You weren’t alone on your nightly stroll. Locals and tourists alike bustled about, enjoying what the city had to offer—despite the weather. 

You passed by multiple local businesses and restaurants before stopping at one of the stalls near St. Mary’s Basilica. An elderly couple was selling braided bread and mulled wine. Your Polish needed some work, but you knew enough to keep up in conversation with the couple. 

Their presence was the right kind of warmth for a night like this. They bickered in a way only old married couples did. The kind of back-and-forth friendly matches you can only have with the love of your life. Little simplistic arguments ending in tight hugs and peppered kisses.

They reminded you of the time you had loved so intensely to the point of considering—for the first time in your life—growing old with someone. You pushed the memories away, deciding there was no need to revisit ghosts from the past. You could do that at some other time. 

You excused yourself, taking your bread and mulled wine, and continued your route in the opposite direction of where your hotel was located. The saltiness of the bread dissolved on your tongue while the mulled wine left you in delightful confusion as you tried to decipher the ingredients within it. There were hints of apple cider, cinnamon, and a citrusy fruit. 

You decided to enjoy your treats and what you had left of this peaceful night while you still could. 

In your field of work, being on high alert every second of an operation is crucial. In many instances, it could mean life or death for any of the parties involved. The best agents in the organization could detect danger from the most peculiar places. 

You were one of them.

You realized you were being followed the moment you stepped into St.Mary’s Basilica. Within the shadows of the night, there was one in particular that stayed trained on you. Since the uncertainties arose over whether or not your undercover identity had been compromised, the person following you could be anyone. 

As to not raise suspicion, you kept your pace the same and continued to savor your treats as if you were any other tourist. Internally, your alarms were ringing and you were trying to locate the best place to have an advantage over your pursuer, so you wouldn’t end up being cornered by them in case a confrontation occurred. 

The rain was only but a drizzle now, and the moon was high in the sky. The more you walked the fewer people there were around you. Many of the businesses you had passed earlier were now closed and you realized it was likely you might end up in a position where you were left alone in the night with the mysterious stranger hot on your trail.

This stranger was now using the roofs of the buildings across the street to continue his pursuit of you. You had to admit that was clever of him and if you had been any other agent you might not have noticed.

Your only option now was to go on the offense before the man—you had concluded was a man from his broad silhouette—ever got a chance to.

You discarded the remnants of your Polish delicacies in a nearby trashcan before dashing over to the other street, underneath the building the stranger was standing on. You knew he could either maneuver his way to the tops of the buildings on the other side of the street or decide to meet you at the bottom.

You were hoping he would meet you at the bottom. 

The building you had run to had an intricate pathway aligned with arches all across it. You used the columns of the arches to make your way to the side of the building where you would be able to get a better view of which direction the man would decide to go. If you used the shadows from the columns made by the city lights and the moon, you would be able to sneak up on the man and have the upper hand. 

  Of course, the gun hidden on the inside of your jacket would help with that as well.

You bent down and angled your body so you had a clear view of the street while still keeping yourself hidden. Adrenaline began to make its way through your body giving you the added energy you would need in the fight. 

You concentrated on the noises around you, causing you to pick up on incoming footsteps. They were light, letting you know this person must be highly trained for them to know how to mask their steps. If it weren’t for the sporadic puddles on the ground from the rain, you might not have heard them. 

You weren’t sure what organization you were dealing with, but you knew you had to be as careful and calculated as you could. Due to the possibility of your undercover identity being compromised, the person after you could be from one of many organizations you had crossed in the past.

The steps were inching closer, and yet, there was no sign of the man. You could have sworn you chose the best location to spot him, but it seems you were mistaken. Your only choice now was to concentrate on the direction his footsteps resounded from and pinpoint his location with that. 

From the sound of it, he was just to the left of you and merely a few feet away. With every inching step he took, you realized it was now or never to act. 

“ Don’t move any closer! Identify yourself!” You sprung up, pointing your gun directly at the man. He was using the shadows of the night to hide himself as he approached you, so it was difficult to distinguish his features from where you stood. 

The man froze, his hands slowly raising to a peaceful stance, “ I figured I shouldn’t have snuck up on you, Y/n.” You faltered for a second at the sound of his voice and your name dropping from his lips. It was as familiar as a déjà vu was. In your heart, there was a memory of it and yet you couldn’t pinpoint when was the last time you had heard it. 

Perhaps it might have been when he broke your heart. 

Or maybe when you had broken his. 

“Steve?” His name dropped from your lips in a whisper. A part of you thought you were losing it. Had you been so lonely these last couple of years that you were now projecting your last lover onto random strangers? 

The man stepped into the light confirming what your heart already knew. The man who had been hiding in the shadows and following you was your ex-boyfriend Steve Rogers. Although, this Steve in front of you was foreign to you.

He had grown out his beard and his hair, which was now a darker shade of blonde than you remembered. From what you could see, his face and hands were adorned with new scars and scratches untouched by your hands. There was also a gloominess behind his blue eyes he couldn’t hide away.

He dawned on a black leather jacket as opposed to the brown leather one you were used to. You had borrowed that jacket many times in the past as it became a comfort to you whenever he was away on a mission. It always smelled of his sandalwood aftershave and the smoky bergamot cologne you had given him on the first Christmas you spent together. 

It became his signature scent and you loved it.

However, the Steve in front of you resembled nothing of the Steve you once loved. How much had his life changed in the years since the two of you broke up? How much had it changed him? 

“ Hey…it's been a while,” he spoke up cautiously, glancing over at the weapon in your hand before looking into your eyes. You lowered it slowly, feeling as though you were in a dream, “ Yeah, it has. Last I heard you were in big trouble with the United Nations. Technically, I should be arresting you right now.” You said the last part in a playful tone hoping to ease the tension between you.

The night seemed to have gotten colder ever since he stepped in front of you. 

Thankfully, easing into things was the right call as a small smile appeared on his lips, “ Technically, you're right, but you would have to catch me first,” he pointed out. 

“ Oh, that would definitely not be a problem,” you boasted. 

“ Half of the Avengers tried and failed,” he informed you, holding back what looked like a somber yet smug expression.  

“ Yeah, but I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve not even Tony would think of,” you stated confidently, placing your gun back into a pocket on the inside of your jacket. Now that you no longer needed it, you didn’t want it to hinder the pleasant mood that was now finding its place between you. 

“ I’m sure you do,” he responded, a fond look adorning his features. You were sure you had a similar expression, as you ruminated on past memories of playful exchanges with Steve. Many ended in far more romantic exchanges than this conversation would.

Getting past what once was, you needed your curiosity satisfied,“ What brings you to Poland anyway? And why were you following me? I don’t know how they did it in the 1940s, but in modern times we use a thing called a cellphone when we want to contact an ex,” you teased. 

He laughed at that, a sound you recognized all too well. It made you realize that although the Steve in front of you was different, you still knew him. Deep down he still had to be the man you had fallen in love with. 

There was a conflict of emotions stirring within your heart as a result.

“ Okay, I get it. Like I said, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. I just thought you wouldn’t want to see me,” he confessed before continuing, “ Those of us who didn’t sign the Sokovia Accords are on the run. We’ve been moving to a new city every few weeks. Right now we’ve been stationed in Kraków for two and are relocating to Tarnów next week. Sam told me you were on a C.I.A. mission here and I had to come see you before we left,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head in a sheepish manner. 

You couldn’t blame him for coming to see you. At this point, you would have to hold yourself back from “bumping into him” in Tarnów. 

 “ Sam told you? How did he know?” You asked, still not seeing the full picture. Steve cleared his throat before speaking, “ Vision was a big help with that. Between him and Sam, they were able to rework an old laptop to pick up on different signals and monitor specific ones we chose. It was by chance he picked up on a phone call you were having with an agent named Clarke a few days ago,” he explained, causing your confusion to dissipate and in its place discomfort made a home.

Knowing that what Steve said was true, that meant that Sam and Steve had heard the very awkward and uncomfortable conversation you had with your mission partner Agent Clarke a few days ago. 

Clarke had taken an interest in you ever since you were first partnered up on a mission a few months back. You never had taken a similar interest in him and always kept things professional. Unfortunately for you, this caused Clarke to think you were “playing hard to get” and this ensued a plethora of attempts to charm you.

His latest attempt was a few days ago where he insisted on your undercover identities being a newly wedded couple having their honeymoon across Europe. You politely declined and were grateful your mission supervisor disagreed with the idea as well. The conversation was overall uncomfortable and to outsiders it could have insinuated there was something going on between you and Clarke. 

The outsiders in question here, unfortunately, were Steve, Sam, and anyone else in their group who had heard the conversation. You were mortified, to say the least.

“ Oh, you heard that? About that…,” you trailed off not knowing where to start. 

Steve shook his head,“ You don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You moved on and you have every right to. This whole moving on thing, I just—I still feel like I’m stuck in time sometimes and I can’t help revisiting the past,” he stated sincerely, his eyes wandering to the ground. He frowned at it, searching for something else to say.

At the same time, his statements had brought you out of your embarrassment long enough to register what he had said. 

“ Surely you’ve moved on?” You asked him, not comprehending if you had interpreted what he said correctly. 

It took him a moment before he got the courage to lock eyes with you,“ Have you?” 

You paused, not having a straight answer to his question. Before meeting him today to anyone else you would have said you had—even if deep down you knew it wasn’t the whole truth.

You broke up with him months before the whole Ultron disaster and since then you haven’t looked at another man with romantic intentions. 

You couldn’t count that as moving on. 

Your mouth parted, but no words came out. You were still unsure of what to say. Your heart was jumping out of your chest trying to answer for you and the look he was giving you was making it impossible not to give in and let it. He was pleading with his eyes, a hopeful shimmer that maybe somewhere within you there were still feelings for him lying dormant waiting to be awakened. 

His gaze made it difficult for you to think, so you averted his eyes and looked down at a slightly large puddle on the ground. It was the only thing separating the two of you, with both of your reflections lying inside of it. You stared at the reflections, hoping to collect your thoughts better this way. 

You could see him shuffling uncomfortably through the reflection,“ I think a part of me always knew you had. I should’ve known when you didn’t respond to any of my letters,” he continued, taking your body language as confirmation you had moved on. 

At his revelation, your eyes shot up and locked on him, “ You wrote me letters?” 

He looked taken aback by your surprised expression, “ I did. Every month for a year after we broke up. There was a lot I still had left to say—and that I wanted to say to you. When I didn’t get a reply back I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me,” he admitted, his expression softening. 

You were gutted at the mental image of Steve waiting nervously to hear back from you only to receive silence in return. You spiraled at the thought of what could have been if you had read just one of those letters. Truthfully, your breakup with Steve was unwanted on both ends. However, due to the pressure and demands both of your professions required of you, you grew apart. 

For months, you were lucky to catch a glimpse of each other on the weekends before receiving your next mission or task. Evil didn’t stop, so the good guys couldn’t either—and the Avengers took up almost all of Steve’s time. The loneliness of the constant nights alone waiting for your boyfriend to come home became too much for you.

So much so, that you ended things when loneliness turned into resentment. There was only so much the mind could understand before the heart took over. 

You boiled it down to right person, wrong time. 

“ I never got them,” you finally spoke up, “ If I had, Steve, I promise I would have called you. Right after we broke up I was stationed in London for a year and I rented out my apartment to a young couple. They never told me of any letters,” you explained, feeling betrayed by fate and your tenants. 

Steve gave a chuckle, one laced with disbelief at the situation, “ No, it's on me. Letters are kind of old school, aren’t they? I should’ve picked up the phone and called you.” He shouldered the responsibility, something only Steve would feel the need to do. 

You disagreed, shaking your head at him,“ The phone works both ways, so it's on me too. And I like old school. There’s a charm to it you can’t find anywhere else.” 

You hoped the deeper meaning of what you said would get across for Steve to understand. 

It seems it did, as a comfortable silence fell between you. You stared at one another, searching for your past selves in each other's eyes. There were so many questions and things left unsaid that were waiting to be discussed.

You were eager for him to confess to you everything that was written in the letters and he was just as eager to hear your response to all those unanswered questions he had sent you more than a year ago. 

As neither of you could decide who would get the conversation started, fate decided to intervene once more. However, fate this time went by the name of Sam and his little bird-like drone Redwing.

When you spotted it approaching you, your hand instinctively placed itself on top of the gun hiding on the inside of your jacket. Upon seeing your reaction, Steve bolted over to you and placed himself in front of you as protection. The action caused your heart to flutter.

As soon as Steve spotted Redwing, his guard went down. 

“ Don’t worry about the drone, it’s Sam’s. I think that’s his way of telling me I need to be heading back,” he informed you, your guard dropping as well at the explanation. 

“ I should be heading back too. I have a lot of investigating to do in the morning,” you pointed out. 

“ Want me to walk you back?” Steve asked you in a way that gave you full control over the decision. 

As much as you wanted him to, you had to decline, “ I want to say yes, but you can’t. The hotel I’m staying at is heavily monitored and you're on the run. It would be too risky. It’s safer for you and your group if you don’t go anywhere near it.” You were disappointed at the reality of the situation and from the look on Steve’s face so was he. 

“ I figured, but I still wanted to ask,” he took a step back, making you realize how close you two had gotten when he rushed over to protect you. There was no longer a large puddle of water in between, and if you reached your hand out you would be able to touch him. 

“ Steve, that old laptop can track down any signal right?” 

“ From what I understood, yes. Why?” 

“ Well you have mine now, so I’m counting on you to keep in touch,” you let him know before planting a quick goodbye kiss on his cheek. His beard was scratchy against your lips, but you were surprised to find out you didn’t mind it.

He was stunned for a moment before a grin quickly replaced it. 

“ I will. I promise,” the sincerity in his tone and expression was all you needed to walk away knowing the story wouldn’t end there. 

“ Goodnight, Steve.” 

“ Goodnight, Y/n.”

How lovely it was to hear those words again.

The next day a package was delivered to your hotel room containing a burner phone inside and a note that read: 

I always keep my promises. :) 

The phone contained only one number on the contact list you soon found out belonged to Steve. Throughout the course of the next two weeks in Poland, you spent every night talking on the phone with him. 

You both poured your heart out to one another. Your losses, your fears, your hopes, and any other topic that came to mind. There was so much to catch the other up on that there were never enough hours in the night to get through it all. 

With every conversation, the connection you once had was slowly building itself again. A little over two years had gone by since your breakup and the people you had become since then were getting to know each other once more. 

Maybe now the timing was finally right. 

[late-to-the-party-81]

The Search

AN: A further drabble, one of two today, mostly composed in a field at a festival. Have a snippet of our boys just being themselves with each other - i.e. being little shits.

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Summary: Steve’s on the hunt… within his own apartment. Will he find the object that Bucky has hidden from him?

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

WC: 650

CW: Domestic Fluff, is domestic crack a tag? it is now, Steve and Bucky being shits to each other, it’s their love language, boys kissing

Steve crept forward with all the stealth he could muster, which was quite a lot compared to most people, but much less than Bucky. The fact that he had to do this in the first place was a sign he shouldn’t be doing it, but he’d been an affectionate thorn in Bucky’s side since 1925 and just because it was almost 100 years later didn’t mean he had any intention of stopping soon.

He’d checked all of the obvious places first - Bucky was the master of the double and triple bluff after all - but no joy, so now Steve was having to think like Bucky. As he’d been in the living room anyway, he’d started there, checking the bookshelves, including the books themselves in case one was a fake book with a hiding place inside. 

It was never going to be that easy.

The prize he was searching for wasn’t in the kitchen, or the bathroom. It wasn’t in either of their studies or the bedroom. Heck, he’d even checked the linen closet in the hallway, between the stacks of Egyptian cotton sheets. Where could it be? He was driven by his stubbornness now, so determined to find the treasure that he’d almost lost interest in the reason he’d been looking for it in the first place.

A few frustrating hours later found Steve on his hands and knees, checking the floorboards, their apartment in disarray.. He knew Bucky had hidden things under loose boards in the past. Maybe it was a habit he still kept up? He was so focused on achieving his goal he didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him. 

”Whatcha’ doin’?”

Steve leapt into the air with a shout, whirling around to face… a grinning Bucky. A Bucky who had his hands in his pockets and was rocking back and forth on his heels with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face.

”Jeez, Buck. You scared me.”

Bucky removed his hands from his pockets and stalked forward, his gaze suddenly heavy and Steve gulped. He stopped scant inches from Steve’s body and looked him in the eye.

”Aren’t you supposed to be the world’s greatest tactician, Steve,” he drawled. “How didn’t you notice I was here? I wasn’t even trying to be quiet. Could it be that you were too distracted looking for something you shouldn’t have been, to be paying attention?”

The condescending tone made Steve feel two things at once. Firstly, it made him feel like he was still ninety-eight pounds and five foot six inches. The pout that appeared on his face was effectively an automatic reflex. Secondly, it made him feel desire. There had always been something in the way that Bucky spoke to him that made his body come alight. However, in this moment, the pout won out.

”I wasn’t gonna use it, Buck. Jus’ wanted to know where it was. For later. Unless you forgot where you put it.”

”Uh-huh?” Bucky took a step forward and Steve stepped back instinctually. His back hit the wall and his brain started to flash ‘Danger’ signs at him. His cock started to rejoice. “Are you telling the truth, Stevie? ‘Cause you know you’re not supposed to watch the next episode without me.”

Bucky was so close now, his breath hot on Steve’s cheek, his bulky body crowding Steve against the wall. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as Bucky’s crotch brushed against his and…

His eyes shot open in realisation that all of his efforts had been in vain. He’d never have been able to find it, no matter how long he’d searched. He cocked an eyebrow and gave Bucky a withering look. “Is that a TV remote in your pocket, Buck? Or are you just pleased to see me?” he deadpanned.

The shit-eating grin was back. “Both,” said Bucky. “Both is good.” Then Bucky leaned in for a kiss and Steve forgot what he was mad about or the fact that he been going to sneak in the next episode of Bake Off on his own…

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[amnignsity]

Pleasant chaos...

Lee Yongbok Felix x F! Human Reader x Yang Jeongin.

Zombie Felix & Jeongin┃ supernatural au—may mention blood, gore, detachable limbs, abilities/powers, rough manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, nicknames (sweetheart, darling, pet, toy, etc...), virginity getting taken, raw s€x(please wrap before you tap), no preparation just raw dogging it, double penetration, Crazy Felix and Jeongin—like unhinged. Also dismembered rats.

Fluffy and Smut filled mostly plus a bit of comedy.

∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙

➺"Oh darling..."

Jeongin moaned softly against your ear, pressing his tip against your leaking cunt while making you gasp at the shear size of his cock—it was thick and veiny plus, it was about 6 inches. Your eyes shut closed while bitting your lower lip, your body being pressed against another who chuckled deeply against your neck.

"Now now, be slow and gentle Innie...you don't want to split her in half do you?..."

Felix murmured against your skin, gently nibbling making small yet visible marks down along your neck down to your collarbones—his warm breath making you shiver, his blue tongue dragging a wet trail around your nipple as you gasp in pleasure.

Hands wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer against you, With Felix in front of you and Jeongin behind you. Your hands wander from Felix's back up to his neck then hair, gently tugging on them making him moan softly.

Wet and slicked noises could be heard from beneath as Jeongin slowly moved deeper inside of your tight cunt—barely able to hold back his groans while gripping your hips so tightly that he might bruise it a bit.

You couldn't speak—only gasps and moans could be heard from you besides who was gonna hear your screams anyways?...

The crows on the trees? Deers in the woods?

You didn't understand how you got here, nor did you understand how it became this way—having two zombie boyfriends in the middle of the apocalypse wasn't in your bingo card for this year...nor was it ever going to be.

Felix gently caressed your thighs as he held your legs up and wrapped it around his waist—squeezing your soft flesh gently as he moans against your perked up nipple, his hand playing with the other before going towards it and doing the same as well in vice versa.

You could feel the veins from Jeongin's cock against your wet cunt, moving deeper than you could ever reach with your fingers—you gasp as he presses on a sweetspot that made you tighten even more around him, milking his cock oh so sweetly...

"Fuck-...ah...darling..if you keep that up.." Jeongin gently moved his hips while caressing your waist. "I might cum too quickly..."

Sweat dripping along his forehead while he placed a soft yet tender kiss on your temple—he was so sweet towards you, letting you adjust to his size while he slowly moved allowing you to feel as well. It made your stomach tighten.

"It's already hard enough that you feel so good around me...ngh.." Jeongin spoke in a shaking manner, Felix smiled against your skin while letting his hands roam all over your body. Squeezing your flesh gently as he gropes your ass, slowly lifting you up even more.

His cock twitching against your tummy, his pre-cum making a mess, a leaking mess and puddle down the ground. To him it was torture not being inside you, but youngest goes first as always...

You couldn't help but love the long and dragging thrusts that was so gentle but also so frustrating to feel—they were soft for you, and you knew why...

It's because they were monsters, afraid that their strength may hurt you on accident. Afraid that they might go a tad bit too rough and break you if they go on about their urges alone.

"Please-...ah.." You panted softly while nibbling your lower lip—gasping as your eyes roll back, you couldn't help but feel frustrated it felt as if they were teasing you bit by bit giving you an ounce of pleasure each minute and it was killing you.

"I need..I want-mhmm.." Felix shuts you up while softly growling, his tongue intertwined with yours while he grips on your jaw tightly—his eyes having a shade of silver blue, moaning and groaning against the kiss while he explored your mouth so eagerly.

Jeongin slowly moved his hips down, slowly dragging out his cock out of you while gently nibbling your shoulder to force himself to stop making loud noises or else the other zombies might hear.

You couldn't help whimper as you felt empty without his cock, whining against Felix's lips while the other gently pressed himself against your aching cunt—hands placed on his shoulder whilst you feel Felix's cock next slowly entering inside taking turns with Jeongin who presses his cock against your ass.

"Finally..." Felix spoke, helping Jeongin with your behind getting spread and pressed against each other. Holding you up. It was his turn now.

Briefly pulling away to catch his breath—Felix looked at you with a darken gaze, seeing your lips reddish and glossy due to your mixed salivas he couldn't help but smirk before leaning in for more.

Meanwhile, Jeongin grabbed some lube and puts some on his fingers reaching down your ass whilst he smacked it making you flinch and shiver—clenching around Felix's cock who seemed to be reaching deeply inside your warm cunt.

'Fuck...' You thought yourself as she slowly drank in the pleasure that was given to you by two zombies...

Who would've thought such pleasure was ever created...

They were both merciless as they entered both your holes at the same time, Felix's cock was 7 inches and very thick. Smooth and heavy against your walls, as expected as the older one. He was much more precise with his movements unlike Jeongin who was mindlessly just fucking you.

Felix's easily knew where your sweetspot was making you quiver as you tugged his hair tightly, he chuckled against your ear. Jeongin just pouts at the lack of attention but needless to say he was still enjoying the view...

As the both of them slowly sink inside you, you couldn't help but moan loudly at the feeling. Double penetration at it's finest—you could barely think. Only looking at Felix with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly seeing you tear up.

"It's gonna be okay sweetheart..we'll go slow if it's too much.." Felix whispered softly as he placed a kiss on your cheek, Jeongin hearing what he said hummed in agreement as well. Placing a kiss on your temple.

Maybe having two crazy yet softie boyfriends weren't so bad after all...oh how you're in a for treat...

As you adjust to their sizes, they began slowly moving. Felix was a tad bit impatient as he moved quicker, Jeongin following his pace sent himself over the edge due to already having stimulated from earlier he whined against your ear.

"Fuck..That feels so good...You're so fucking good..." Jeongin whines against your ear as he begins pounding, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin could heard. Felix just chuckled at Jeongin before setting his pace the same way.

Your eyes rolling back, lips slightly parted as you drool. The pleasure was driving you crazy, they didn't slow down or whatever Infact they did it more rougher and harder until you came with a loud cry. They both smirked before setting up another pace.

"W-wait!..Slow down...I...ngh...fuck-" They both didn't listen, wanting to reach their peak as well. And it wasn't going to last long anyways..you felt too good...

Felix groaned against your neck as he slowly bit down your flesh, fastening his hips against you even more. Pounding into oblivion and mindless, being very accurate as you felt a different knot forming making you slightly nervous.

Jeongin wasn't helping in fact it felt even more so as he also followed Felix's lead, wrapping his arms around your waist as he bruises your hips. Fuck being gentle. They were going at instinct.

"P-please...I feel weird..ah..I don't think...I can-ngh..." You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the knot beginning to overcome your control. Neither stopped and neither didn't want too anyways.

Using you as if you were their little toy, fucking you senselessly as you shook, gushing out juices as you squirted all over Felix. They were both surprised as they stopped for a brief moment before looking at each other. You were panting roughly, holding onto Felix tightly.

Suddenly they were both pounding into you again, Felix reaching deep within your womb as he pounded fast and hard. Jeongin hitting all the right spots as he reached down your lower abdomen, pressing the small buldge where Felix was inside you.

It was different type of pleasure but still a good one. It made you cum immediately, soon after they both followed. How both your holes tighten around their cocks, drenched with both your juices and their arousal. How you all made a mess.

Panting roughly as Jeongin and Felix dragged their cock slowly thrusting inside you trying to empty out fully. They didn't waste a single drop, for you greedily took it all.

After awhile, you found yourself being pampered with lots of things given to you. Whether it be a human corpse or some random junk Jeongin and Felix found through out this messed up earth.

You found yourself just being grateful that they both haven't eaten you yet. Of course they eaten you inside already but that will be for another time.

"YANG JEONGIN! Get your ass right here!" You shouted in pure disbelief as you saw three dead rats at the garden, it wasn't a pleasant sight. Bones, flesh and blood making it look disfigured and very much dismembered.

"Yes my darling dear.." Jeongin spoke out, innocently fluttering his lashes at you as he smiled widely. Looking innocent but that man was no where as innocent as he seems.

"How many times have I told you NOT to dismember creatures just cause you wanted to try out your powers now as a zombie.." You spoke out in pure disbelief as you pointed at the three dismembered rats in the garden. Somewhere you'd prefer clean and tidy due to the beauty of your flowers.

Wanting to see it but only to be met with multiple dismembered rats and causing it to foul your mood. It didn't help that Felix accidentally cut off his fingers while cooking earlier. They had no fear anymore due to their superhuman abilities.

"But deary darling..I was just testing out my wonderful abilities..." Jeongin cooed sweetly trying to coat you with his sweet tone, walking closer as he wraps his arms around your waist. Gently caressing your tummy which he often loved doing.

Grumbling to yourself as you slapped his hands off you—looking at him dead in the eyes yet he remains unfazed. To him you look too adorable to make him terrified besides that it's not like you'd do anything to him.

He was too...kinda precious for you.

And where was Felix? He was upstairs looking at the window as birds flew over the window. Looking down at him curiously, big doe eyes staring directly at the birds eyes. He reached his hand out as he let's the bird sit on it.

He was just talking with his fellow family members....

"Well hello there mister, Minnie..." The blue bird pecks his skin as it tweets, looking up at him cheekily as it flew and continued to try and annoy the other.

"Still spicy as ever huh..." Felix sighed as he smiled...he was used to his little companion being a spicy bird...

He was having his Disney princess moment right now...

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[gyupinkys]

thinking about absolutely insane yandere cheol n hoshi x knife/gunplay .. just imagine .. they’d be so ruthless with you, making sure that both of them are forever engraved in your brain .. and the STAMINA ugh anyways

also I feel like cheol would have a daddy kink whereas hoshi would have more of a sir kink? idk what are your thoughts

I just found ur account not too long ago but I’m obsessed with your works!!! thank you for being such an amazing writer <3

p.s not sure if u do anon tags but I’ll probably be active on here since I love ur works sm so if you do end up having anon tags could i be your 🐇 anon?

I'm glad you enjoy my work and tysm for reading!! I absolutely agree that Cheol would have a daddy kink whereas hoshi would have a sir kink. And this ask.. right up my alley. 

WC: 1.6K

WARNINGS: Yandere, murder, kidnapping, gun play, DUB CON, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, slut shaming, double penetration??, choking, daddy/sir kink, creampie, sex tape

You tried to listen to Cheol’s words. No one is fucking stalking you, those things only happen in the movies. No ones stealing your panties, they're just getting lost in the dryer. Those stains on your sheets? Probably from your lotion. And the gifts, flowers, random envelopes of money? Just from a friendly neighbor who is probably too afraid to say hi to you. You tell yourself these things as you hear your bedroom window slide open. Too afraid to alert the man in bed next to you, too afraid to move, to breathe. You tell yourself these things as you hear not one but two sets of footsteps walking around your bedroom, nearing your bed. You tell yourself these things as you make eye contact with Cheol, a hateful look on his face as he grabs the man by his hair and slits his throat, the blood flying over you. It’s the last thing you tell yourself as Hoshi whispers “Just close your eyes, my flower.” in your ear as you feel something sharp pierce your neck. 

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You're so uncomfortable and so hot. You're on a very comfortable bed yet your body is twisted and It feels like heat is surrounding your body from all around, making you groan. 

“Look who's up.” Cheol speaks into your hair, inhaling deeply. 

“Cheolie?” you whimper.

He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him.

“It’s daddy to you, my love.”

“What? Cheol let go of me.”

You hear a gun cock and feel a cool metal press to the side of your head from behind.

“Don’t misbehave, my flower. I wouldn't want you to make your  punishment worse.” Hoshi says from behind you.  Well that explains the heat.

“Hoshi, what are you doing?”

He presses the barrel harder into your skull making you whimper.

“I want you to call me sir.” he whispers into your ear. You groan, this is so embarrassing.

You go with the better of the two.

“Sir, what's going on?”

“I couldn't wait anymore baby, you were getting too scared, too suspicious. I especially couldn't stand to see you fuck that son of a bitch. It’s your fault he’s dead. If you kept those slutty legs closed none of this would happen.”

You start to cry. What is happening?

“So it was you two stalking me?” you say in tears.

“Bingo baby.” Hoshi says, patting your head. It seems like he’s the good cop in this situation.

“Just let me go.”

“And why would we do that? We just got you.” Cheol says as his hands begin roaming your body.

“Cheol stop.”

He gives you the scariest, darkest look you’ve ever seen.

“Daddy” you whimper, beginning to cry even harder.

“That's more like it, baby.”

“What is it, flower?” hoshi whispers as his hand travels to your ass beginning to squeeze. You groan feeling your mind and body begin to get conflicted. You hate them, you hate them because they know how you feel about them. They know you’ve wanted them for as long as you’ve known them. Why couldn't they do this the normal way? Why did they have to be psycho murderous stalkers?

Cheols hands move between your legs and beginning rubbing you over your panties. Hoshi moves his hands to your breast beginning to harshly rub and squeeze making you whimper out in pain. So much for being a good cop…

“Sir, it hurts.”

“I’m glad.” he chuckles, putting down the gun.

Cheol moves to hover over you taking in your tear stained face. “Don’t waste your tears baby, you're going to need them.” He pulls off your flimsy sleep shorts and panties beginning to rub your clit in harsh circles. You try to push at his chest only to be forced down by your throat. 

“Take it baby. I don’t wanna hear a word out of you if it’s not daddy or sir.”

You whimper. God you hated this but it felt so good. He thrusts three fingers in you, feeling zero resistance as you clench around him.

“Daddy please it hurts.” 

“If it hurts why are you so wet?”

Well, he got you there. 

Hoshi, probably tired of being neglected, turns your face and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You try to pull away when you run out of air only to be held in place. You begin to choke from the lack of air, feeling yourself begin to panic and squirm. 

“Fuck hosh, shes getting so much tighter.” Cheol groans.

“I want to feel.” Hoshi pouts.

“Wait your turn.” Cheol growls, pulling his fingers out of you and using your wetness as lube for his hard cock. “Baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good. Fuck you until all you can remember is me, well I guess the stockholm syndrome will help with that.” he smirks, pushing into you completely and ignoring your groans as he begins to thrust so hard you feel your thighs sting. He pounds you into the bed, hearing the bed creek with each movement. 

“Daddy.” you yelp, trying to find something to grip onto to ground you, yet you doubt anything will distract you from his brutal pace. He fucks you for what feels like hours, his huge cock, moving in and out, in and out.

“Daddy, can I cum?”

“You think you deserve to cum after you slutted yourself out?”

“No” You groan. “Look at you using that brain.” he says.

“You’ve had enough, it's my turn.” Hoshi harshly shoves Cheol and flips you around. He puts you on all fours and arches your back, quickly thrusting into you and begins to fuck you so hard you genuinely see white. You cant hear anything, see anything, think of anything but the feeling of him fucking you. You're harshly brought out of your daze when you feel something cold and wet probing your ass. You muster up the strength to mutter “Sir, what are you doing?”

“This hole is looking empty, baby. I’m gonna fill you up real nice don’t worry.” Cheol says with a slight laugh in his voice.

He begins to push the lubed gun into your ass, slowly thrusting it in and out of you while Hoshi picks up his pace. 

“I wish you could see this, Flower.”

“She can.” Cheol says and pulls out his phone, beginning to take pictures of the filthy scene.

“God, I’m gonna cum in this sweet pussy.” Hoshi groans as his thrust falters, bottoming out completely and filling you up completely. He pulls out with a sigh, admiring your swollen pussy, leaking with his cum. 

You slump onto the bed, only to be pulled up by Cheol. The gun being pressed to your head yet again.

“Don’t get tired on me baby, It’s my turn again.”

[espinosaurusrexex]

Just an idea :) for Sherlock, what if Enola is always trying to get him to date cuz either he's lonely or always focused on work. But he always turns down the idea. Then one day she lures him to her favorite bookshop (or cafe, etc) and casually introduces him to her favorite employee. And the pickup line just comes out of no where, even he is surprised lolz. Feel free to not use this at all if you get better ideas😂

Thank you so much for this idea! For writing purposes, this will take place in modern times (*writing purposes meaning me being too lazy to write period specific)

Cheesy Pick-up Line (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

College!Henry!SherlockHolmes x Female!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: a little bickering, awkward Sherlock, fluffy and cute

Enola giggled excitedly as she pushed past the glass double doors of her favorite library. Her brother was following behind closely, a disinterested look on his face as they entered the small building. For Enola, it was the perfect place to be, but Sherlock just asked himself what he was doing here instead of studying for his criminal justice exam next week. 

What he had not concluded yet, was that Enola Holmes had an agenda far different from the story she had told her brother about just an hour ago. He didn’t know his sister had spent weeks finding a way to finally get him to leave his stuffy, foot-smelling boy room. She had mashed her brain about it as she roamed the shelves of her favorite place and when she checked out the other day, she was embarrassed to have thought of it so late. It was blatantly obvious. Her brother needed a girlfriend. Someone that would encourage him to live outside of his schoolwork every once in a while. And you were the perfect candidate for the job. Smiley and charming, intelligent and pretty, and on top of that, someone Enola liked very much. She had established a first-name basis with you over the hours she spent in the little library you worked at. Today, she would try to accomplish the same for Sherlock. 

Sherlock stood between the rows of shelves, waiting for his sister to finish collecting the mountain of books he was sure she wasn’t even allowed to check out at once. She had recruited him to ‘help her carry them’ as if she weren’t very capable of it herself. And besides, Enola was the one always underlining her independence and that women could do just as much as men. Something wasn’t adding up. 

Enola placed another book in his arms. One she had mindlessly pulled from the shelve to keep her story alive. It was a small sacrifice for the gratification she would get would her brother finally fall in love this evening. She was sure of it. No more feigned disinterest in the stories their family told about cousins and other relatives having their first partners. No more annoying dismissal of their mother’s subtle hints towards his isolating himself. No more bad moods because of the uncalled-for comments Mycroft threw at him when he visited with his fiancé. It was about to change today.

“Relativity Theory?” He lifted an eyebrow before Enola could disappear behind another shelf. “Hamlet? What kind of homework is this supposed to be?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Enola quipped before placing an autobiography in his arms. 

“They’ll think you’re robbing this place.” He readjusted the books because even though he was fairly strong, they slipped in his grasp. “How are you planning on checking those all out?”

“Jokes on you, my check-out limit has been upgraded because I’m a regular.”

“To 17? That’s too many. Too many books in general. Even for your ADHD brain.”

She glared at him. “Well, that’s where you come into play. With your card, we can check out 15. And for the other two, I’ll just have to sweet talk my way through.”

“You’re impossible, Enola.” Sherlock rolled his eyes as he followed his younger sibling to the counter. 

“Shut up, It’s hard carrying enough character for Mycroft and you. You should thank me, really.”

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath and then he placed the books down with a thud.

Enola Smiled as she saw you approach the counter from the back office. Once you were here, the hot phase of her plan would be set in motion. And she couldn’t wait.

“Good evening, Enola. I see you brought someone new with you today?” You asked kindly with a bright smile on your face. Most people that came into the library didn’t talk much, but ever since Enola came around, she made the day a whole lot better. She grew to be a friend to you, which was why you also already knew who the handsome ‘stranger’ next to her was. But you wouldn’t reveal it just yet, that would be creepy.

“This is my Brother, Sherlock.” Enola just smiled as she placed her pile of books on the counter as well. 

“Nice to meet you,” the tall brunette smiled behind his glasses, soft curls falling into his face when he nodded toward you. 

“Nice to meet you, too. I would ask if you found everything you were looking for, but I guess it’s even more than that...” You counted the books, sending Enola a warning look. You had gone through the trouble of sweet-talking Old Mrs. Thomson if Enola could be an exception to the ‘only six books for home’ rule once again. Trying one more would get you on dusting duty for at least three weeks. 

Your eyes locked with Sherlocks. “Do you have a library card?” And then your attention was back to the register, typing away on the little blue display.

Sherlock couldn’t see what you were doing, but he knew he wanted your eyes back on him. He didn’t know why, there was something about you that made him all excited. “Why? Because you want to check me out?” Uh oh.

Your fingers stopped hacking away at the outdated machine and your eyes wandered back to him. A deep blush tinted his cheeks and ears pink as you tried to hold back the laugh pushing at your throat. 

Sherlock wanted the earth to swallow him whole. Why had he just said that? What was wrong with him? 

And while her brother desperately attempted to hide his shocked face, Enola just stood beside him, equally stunned. She hadn’t known it had gotten this bad. His constant isolation must have messed with his social competence somehow. Because whatever she was just witnessing, was beyond secondhand embarrassment. He made her job harder to bring the two of you together, and honestly, right now, Enola did not see a chance for her brother. 

“Yes, yes he has. Here!” Enola ripped the card from her brother's pocket and handed it to you. You, who bit your lips to hide the smile creeping on your features and shook your head. 

Sherlock didn’t say another word after that. Too embarrassed to ever talk again, really, he waited out the time until you were finished scanning all the books and his and Enola’s cards. Relief washed over him when you said your goodbyes. 

“I'm making an exception this time, Enola. Mrs. Thomson must not know about this and you better bring all of these books back without a single mark,” you warned.

But Enola countered weakly, matted by her idiot brother destroying the best plan ever made. “When did I ever not?” Still, she tried a sneaky smile on her lips.

When the doors fell close behind them and the siblings walked along the sidewalk home, Enola shoved her brother harshly. 

“Great job, you idiot. You just ruined your only chance at not becoming a weird and bitter old man.”

But Sherlock didn’t answer. He was well aware of the embarrassment he had just presented himself as in that library and in front of you. With his head hung low, he opened the top book in his arms to retrieve his library card, but when he moved the piece of plastic and revealed the check-out receipt, all of his sister’s bickering moved to the background. 

There, beneath the date and time of his visit, was your number, scribbled in blue ink with a small heart by your name. He smiled to himself as he traced the number with his finger. And just then, Enola glanced over his shoulder to find out why he hadn't told her to shut up yet. 

Who would have thought that you would be hooked after a line like that?

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[peachmangofuzz]

our future lives - shohei ohtani soft au

trope: childhood best friends to strangers

word count: 5.9k words

author notes: (this will be a bit long so if you want to jump straight to the fic, go right ahead!)

I wrote this in retrospect to the days i spent with my high school newspaper publication team. Recently,  an old friend and org mate from the school newspaper (who i have not spoken to in years) followed me on instagram and it took me down memory lane.

This was a time when a boy who (coincidentally enough, also played for a sports team) used to read drafts of my silly stories and poems of fictional heartbreak and would compliment my writing all the time. He was my best friend until he wasn’t.

This was when everything was awkward, confusing and unsettling; when I didn’t believe love could blossom beyond friendship. And when it was already right in front of me, I chose to run away.

With Shohei Ohtani as my current muse, I write this to close the what ifs our high school memories have left us. And when love finally visits us once again, instead of running away, maybe, just maybe, we’d be able to look at it straight in the face and say, "welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay."

Songs i listened to while writing: (repeatedly, repulsively, and obsessively)

Right where you left me - taylor swift (evermore)

Shouldn’t be - luke chiang

You are in love - taylor swift (1989)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

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I didn’t feel anything at first but when realization sank, I almost doubled over. A familiar feeling punctured somewhere on the middle of my chest, like a pounding, beating of a drum. While an economics faculty was waiting for me to check out her library card, she chatted animatedly with her colleague and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. When the words “homecoming”, and “shohei ohtani” were mentioned in one sentence, I almost dropped the books on the professor’s feet.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation… Did you say Shohei Ohtani is coming back…?” I croaked.

“Yes! It’s on the news everywhere. He’s attending his former school’s foundation anniversary as a baseball alum.” She hushed excitedly. She almost looked like she was blushing. 

“Professor, didn’t you graduate from Rosewood High School, too?” 

She and her friend looked at me expectantly, like I’m some sort of Bingo announcer about to shout their magic winning number. I nodded slowly, a small smile formed my lips.

“Wow! You and Shohei Ohtani were schoolmates, then! Were you in the same year?”

“Has he always been so tall?”

“Did he have any girlfriends back then?”

The pair of them launched their questions like an automatic rifle, I swung albeit defensively, and yet I couldn’t duck myself for cover in time.

I shrugged and quietly said, “I didn’t really know him that much, he was always just playing baseball, I guess.” 

Before they could respond, I pushed my thick-rimmed glasses back to the bridge of my nose and went back to my Excel spreadsheets. They said their thank yous and skipped their way out of the library. 

Finally, quiet again. 

Like every typical librarian, one glare from me could snap chatty visitors’ mouths at an instant. I reveled in the silence of my humble workplace, with shelves taller than any average person, filled with books old and new. I could spend hours in the silence, tapping on my computer archives, or shelving books from the returned pile. This is the job of my dreams. Customary, routine, familiar, comfort zone.  

I realized that I have been tapping the letter Y key from the keyboard, lost in thought. I couldn’t believe the words I heard earlier could ever be strung in one sentence, not even in my wildest dreams. I tapped my legs restlessly. It couldn’t be true, could it?

How many popular Shohei Ohtanis could make girls this flustered?

There’s a one-hundred one percent chance that the result is, well, one. 

To preserve my peace of mind, I decided to google him, and when the results showed the rumor to be true, I almost spiraled in my seat. 

Did you know Shohei Ohtani in high school? The words from the two professors rang in my head. 

I knew damn well who Shohei Ohtani is.

Shohei and I have been friends since the day we learned how to talk. We lived on the same block, sat together in class, shared snacks during recess, we’d bicker loudly and fight like the worst of all enemies. According to our mothers, when he pulled my hair after I had claimed his Spiderman lego toy,  I screamed so loud it could be heard two houses down the block. He felt so guilty about it and rushed to peck me on the cheeks so I’d stop bawling. Not sure how accurate our mothers’ anecdotes are, if they had been exaggerated or not, but they said, after that fight, little Shohei had treated the little me sweeter after that. 

On good days, we played swings in the playground. We walked home together and would visit each other’s houses to play board games and Bomberman until it was no longer comfortable to stay in each other’s bedrooms without getting weird ideas.

Upon reaching puberty, I had grown in breast size, started getting my periods and hormonal mood swings while Shohei had grown a foot taller and his shoulders stretched widely. He lost his baby fat and developed muscle definition after playing sports. It was a time in our lives when it was officially awkward to hold hands while crossing the street, or for him to playfully grab me by the neck. If we did, we would get notes from the schoolmaster for indecency.

It wasn’t only the skinship that changed. Shohei grew to be more popular with the girls when he performed well in high school baseball. He was tall, fit, respectful and most importantly, he had a kind smile that would make your heart do a tap dance. And so my heart wore dancing shoes everyday.

While Shohei was busy playing his ball games, I joined the school paper as a news writer. The club meetings took up most of my afternoons then when i used to spend it by waiting for Shohei. By the time he finished practice, I would still be in the school library, either my face buried in a stack of books, or fingers furiously tapping an article on my laptop.

“You can go first. I don’t think I can go home yet, not unless this article writes itself.” I said one afternoon, not looking up. I was preparing an article for the school sports festival, where Shohei was the third-year representative and captain. I heard him walk up to me and braced myself. Tap tap tap.

He set his gym bag and batting equipment on the table and sat on the chair beside me.

“I’ll wait.” He said calmly. He crossed his arms over the table and closed his eyes, as if to sleep. He sat there in silence, baking in the sounds of my keyboard smashing my unnerving thoughts and emotions. 

Suffice to say, I didn’t get anything done after that. The smell of soap and cologne crept up to my nose and his broad shoulders lightly touched mine. Him sitting so innocently with his head on the table was enough of a distraction. It also didn’t help that on my periphery, I knew that he was facing my direction. In the next three minutes or so, I allowed myself to stare at his face: bags under his eyes were slowly showing, his well-defined nose, his mouth slightly agape, with evidence of picking and biting the lower lip skin.

When he startled awake, I scrambled to close the laptop monitor so loudly I thought I had cracked the screen. Embarrassed and face probably beet red, I stood up to leave. He carried all of my bags that day. When I offered to carry his gym bag, he refused.

In the last few weeks of that semester, I had become interim editor-in-chief. Shohei’s games had ended and our deadline for the year-end publication drew nearer. That meant I had made the library my second home like a bridge troll, only allowing brief, important conversations. My entire table was covered with mock newspaper clippings, sample layouts, glue, stacks and stacks of drafts that went through multiple, desperate, bloody revisions. This and the rest of my academic subjects I balanced gingerly on a thin line. Shohei would continue to visit and wait by the other corner of the library, pretending to read mystery thriller books he picked from the shelves. Most of the time, he slept. I never saw him study, even in the library. He didn’t need to as he aces all his subjects while hitting home runs on the field. I always suspected that he astral projects in his sleep and studies inside the realm of dreams. That’s probably why no matter how much he slept, he was still constantly tired. 

In other words, Shohei always seemed like he never had to try. He was good at everything. And I always had to work hard just to be able to stand on the same playing field as he is, at least once or twice. 

One particular day, when afternoon classes were canceled to give way to the club meetings, I was in my usual spot in the library with Zumi, our layout artist and a third-year from class B. We were finalizing the layout design before submitting it to the publishing house. Shohei was in baseball practice and had been MIA from the library all week.

A group of girls suddenly filled the library.

“He’s not here!” I heard one of them say. They noticed Zumi and I chatting quietly in the corner. 

“Hey, you’re Y/N right?” A girl with jet black hair siad. Her skin was white as porcelain. She had retainers on, the ones that looked unfairly pretty on lucky pretty girls.

I nodded.

“Are you Ohtani’s girlfriend?”

“Excuse me?” I blurted out, eyes almost popping out of my eye sockets.

She chuckled. “Right? I couldn’t believe it myself too. I know Ohtani only sees you as his best friend.”

I couldn’t respond right away. It was true but why did it sting so much?

“But they’re always together, I saw her give him a lunchbox during breaks.” A petite girl with a wolf haircut emerged from the sides. She had her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 

The rest of the group murmured in unison.

“Our mothers are close friends, so it was natural for us to grow up being friends, too.” I said irritably. Not only was this irrelevant but it was so annoying that a bunch of girls would question her decade-long friendship. 

“I don’t have to spell out the dynamics of our friendship to you.”

“If that bothers you so much, why don’t you personally tell Ohtani’s mother to stop asking me to bring his lunch boxes for him.”

It was quiet for a few seconds. I was afraid that it would escalate into a screaming match or a brawl that could result in us being kicked out–or worse, banned–from the library. The herd of girls glared at me and I glared right back. 

“Um, a-as you can see, he is not here.” Zumi breaks the silence, clearly intimidated but she soldiers on. “And you’re disrupting our meeting.” 

The first girl gives me a pointed look and spins on her heel and the rest follows. 

Zumi sighed in relief. “Oh my god, Y/N, I thought I would experience my first visit to the schoolmaster’s office before graduation.” She rubbed her sweaty palms together. 

I stifled a giggle, anger fading. Zumi’s gentle personality softened me right away. I couldn’t help but smile at her. 

“Don’t worry, Zumi, we don’t start fights but we sure as hell can end them.”

Shohei and I met less and less after that. I had purposely avoided him as much as I could because I still felt upset and he didn’t even have a vague idea about other girls spreading rumors about us. Another reason was I didn’t want to be referred to as “Shohei’s female best friend” anymore. His growing popularity in school made me only slink back down to the pits of the social hierarchy. 

I also wanted to take some time away and contemplate my feelings about our friendship. He’s only a friend I grew up with. We shared meals together and walked home together. He would hug me when I’m upset and I would console him when his anger skyrocketed. These are common best friend behaviors, right? So why else would it suddenly change? Why don’t we ever stay like this forever?

Weeks after my so-called Shohei blackout, I was left alone to clear the table I had claimed in the far corner of the library when Shohei popped in to visit.

The school year had finally come to a close, exams and ball games concluded, and the year-end paper was now distributed to everyone on campus: Shohei’s team pictured on the front page headline, declared as the year’s champions in inter-high school level.

He had a copy of the newspaper in his hand, grinning.

“Nice article, Y/N.” 

“Is it nice because it had your winning face covering the entire spread?” 

“I mean, you finally got an article on the front page!” He was waving the paper to you, pointing at the byline, as if you’ve never seen the layout more than a hundred times already. “Written by– your name! How cool is that!”

“My name is in a tiny font under your 32 font-size on the headline. I promise you, it’s not a big deal.”

“It is for me, though. I read it word for word. I loved it. You’re so good at words, Y/N” his eyes crinkled at the sides and I waved him off, blushing. 

“I’ve seen enough of this newspaper, I think I’m going to be nauseous.” you faked a retching sound.

“I’ve started seeing that damn thing in my dreams, Sho.” You grimaced. “Please hide that from me. Or I will rip it into shreds.”

Shohei giggled boisterously. You immediately swiped your hands over his mouth.

“Sshh! The librarian will hear you!” You looked around nervously, relaxing after realizing the librarian was nowhere in sight. “I don’t want to get kicked out on our last day of school.”

He held your arms away and uncovered his mouth from your hands. “Seriously, though, I’m proud of you. You worked so hard for this all semester.”

“Well, the subject was interesting to write about.” 

“Is that right?” he smiled, mischief glinted in his eyes. 

“”Rosewood’s revival after years of being dormant in high school baseball” was a pretty cool angle to write.” I said. And it truly was. The moment I saw the efforts and hardwork of Shohei and his inspiring leadership setting a momentum into the games, I knew right away that I had to call dibs on the story. 

“Uh-huh.” He was just looking at me, hands still wrapped around my arms, locking me in place. 

“It was a story worthy to tell and I just happened to tell the story. It all just–” I tried to mash my hands together, demonstrating the words synonymous to merging, fusing, blending. 

He pulls me close and rests his hand at the back of my neck. I could feel the snug of his embrace melting me into a puddle. He hesitates but leans in. It was soft, abrupt and merely testing the waters. He pulled back slightly to look at my reaction. I didn’t know what I looked like, but what I did know at that moment, my heart bounced uncontrollably like a basketball. I swear I thought it would burst my chest open. 

When I didn’t react or push him back, he leaned in for another try, this time, with more intent, meaning, and weight on my lips. When we parted, he looked away sheepishly that all I had to do in response to the kiss was to pull him in a tight hug. We stayed like that for a few more minutes because neither of us knew when to let go, or even wanted to. We just stood there relishing our newfound warmth while concealed in between the quiet and that precious corner space that held us. I don’t know how to define this feeling yet… but I could get used to this.  

Nothing further ever happened after that sweet library moment because the next day, we received news that Shohei Ohtani was granted a full scholarship overseas. Thanks to his impressive performance during the last game. Ohtani joked that it was mainly because my frontpage piece was so well-written, it moved the university scouts’ ice-cold hearts to tears.

“You’d be an idiot not to go.”  I was at the kitchen counter of our home, setting the newly baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven to cool down. It was a Saturday morning and Shohei visited, like any other day. 

“I’d be alone, though.” he was wistfully eyeing the cookies on the wire rack. “I’m scared I might fail and be a disappointment to my dad.”

His arm slowly reached for the cookies but I immediately swatted him away.

“It’s still hot, dumbass.” I gave him the bowl where the cookie dough was originally mixed. He dutifully scooped the remains and popped a finger in his mouth, he grinned, satisfied. 

“You won’t be alone because everybody likes you. And you won’t be a disappointment because you work twice as hard than everyone else. You’re Shohei Ohtani, for god’s sake.”

He doubted but I knew what he was thinking because I was trying not to think about it, too. If this was about the kiss, we can let it go. We can forget about it. It was just a kiss, this was our future and it shined brightly in front of him. It would make me a selfish person to try and block that from him.

“There won’t be a Y/N there, though.” he said, eyes trained to the cookie dough he held. “My best friend won’t be there.”

“I’ll be right here when you come back. Besides, we can always email each other, like we always did in computer class.”

I didn’t tell him this but it also broke my heart to say those words. I will definitely miss him, sure. He’s been a constant presence in my life that once he leaves, it would definitely leave a big hole in my life. 

I wanted to tell him that whatever happened in the library that day will always be etched in my memory as long as I lived, that I wanted it as much as he did, and it hurt to say goodbye to a possibility, to something that had barely even started. If I had told him that, he would’ve turned down the offer right away.

So I didn’t, and so he left. 

Ohtani and I would email constantly during our very first year in uni. He would send me pictures of the new places he visited, food he tasted, with little descriptions every now and then. You knew he was trying to include me in his new life as much as he could. In return, I showed him how I continued my simple, quiet life, how I met new friends at uni, how I ate at new hole-in-the-wall restaurants with the promise that we’d try them out when he returned back home.

Of course that didn’t last very long as life apparently came in between us. Long training hours for Shohei, and newer opportunities showed up in my doorstep as I got a partial scholarship and part-time job as a student assistant.

It went on like that for a very long time as we kept missing each other’s emails. I would already be asleep when he sends his messages and he’d be out in the field by the time I could reply. Sometimes I don’t receive anything at all at weeks’ a time.

One day, after two weeks of radio silence, I heard a girl in the washroom gush about Ohtani’s popularity overseas and how he has gotten a girlfriend. They were pretty serious, she would go on to say. She had long black hair with a pretty slender body, something like his type. 

I stood there, hands dripping wet, listening to something I normally wouldn’t believe unless he confirmed it himself. The thing is, I haven’t heard from him in weeks, so I didn’t have a choice but to believe in the words from the grapevine.

I stopped waiting for his emails to come. If he sent me new ones, I didn’t check. I busied myself in the halls of the library studying, reading and writing, writing and writing my feelings away.

I wrote until my hands got tired, until I spilled everything I needed to forget into paper. Until I welcomed a new love into my life. He was also tall, kind, and cheerful. He respected my time and he loved going to new coffee shops with me. At that point, I was overfilled with joy and contentment that I barely thought about Shohei anymore. In the back of my mind, the chapter of Shohei Ohtani is now closed and my rosy high school life became a beloved, worn out book that I no longer revisited.

Later I learned in life that some things, despite making you undoubtedly happy, could still end horribly.

My relationships turned sour, some of my friendships fell out, but the worst part of it all was when my dad had a heart attack. 

He died six months later. 

It was pretty much autopilot after that. I could only ever handle so much, I don’t think I am as brave as Joan D’arc to handle ten, twenty more scars. Not when two of the best people I loved have left my life. Not when the person I want to run the most to is… no longer there to meet me. 

I was a student intern at the archives section when the post for head librarian was vacated. I’ve already applied to multiple companies in the private and public sectors and kept getting waitlisted but the university hired me on the spot. A week after graduation, I had started my full-time job at the library, and it felt like I was somehow glued back together.

XXX

The cans of beer clinked together as I swayed the black plastic on my way home from the convenience store. Nothing beats a cold can of beer after a full meal. Also because “Shohei Ohtani” is a name I never thought I’d hear again in this lifetime. So much so, that a homecoming sounded so ridiculous that if someone ever suggested that idea to me before today, I would have laughed at their faces. It was an appropriate time to wallow in my drunken thoughts.

Four years was a long time for anyone to change. It was long enough to switch jobs, get promoted, to save up money and travel, to save up money and get married and have kids, or none at all, to study for a new degree, to meet new people and develop romantic feelings for them, to lose such romantic feelings, to forgive and move on, to develop new habits, and it is also long enough for character development if you think your personality needed an overhaul. Four years was a long time apart, a long time to forget each other to even be considered taboo. And yet. 

And yet. 

XXX

My phone buzzed against my jeans pocket. It was a text from Zumi. She now works freelance and designs her own stationery and stickers sold at mega discount stores all over the country.

“You wouldn’t believe what I just heard.” Zumi texted. Even before she could conjure a follow-up text, I responded right away.

Y/N: “Someone’s coming back to town?...”

Zumi: “WUT.”

Zumi: “U KNEW? AND DIDN'T TELL ME #betrayal”

Y/N: “I heard about it a couple of days ago and blacked out after 3 cans of beer. Sorry, Joomi-chan.”

Y/N: “I didn’t drink only because of the news, though. I ate almost 2 KGs of wagyu, too. It was the perfect drink to end the day.”

Y/N: “I ate ice cream, too."

Y/N: “I’m rambling. I”ve been restless since I heard about it.”

Y/N: “I’ll be okay, though. I always have been.”

I was about to put my phone down after the text blasts I sent to assure her when text bubbles appeared. Typing. I waited.

Zumi: “It’s alright to admit you’re not okay about this, Y/N”

Zumi: “He was a big part of your life, who ghosted you, asshole move btw, and his head’s probably gotten too big for his own good. I wonder how he walks around with that swollen head without toppling over.

Zumi: “Also, I’m only saying all of this because my role as Y/N’s only best friend is currently being threatened. I forgive you though!”

I had to laugh. Zumi was always fond of Ohtani and I even back in high school. Whenever she had time, she would join us on our katsu curry runs and hated matcha, while Ohtani and I loved it. She always preferred strawberry. She was the perfect balance in our little trio. And now, she is my voice of reason.

I paused to reread the text. Am I really okay about this? It’s a fairly small town, the chances of running into him are slim, but never zero. And what if I do meet him by chance, what should I do?

Zumi: “Text me when you feel like drinking again. I’ll sneak out and join you in solidarity!” 

Before I could send the cutest peach butt sticker to Zumi, a message from an unregistered number popped up on my notifications.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s Shohei Ohtani. I got your number from your mom. I’m sorry for being abrupt like this but I just flew back from the States and will be spending a few days at home.

Do you want to meet up for some curry katsu for old time's sake?”

Holy hell, I stared at the messages in disbelief. Am I being punked right now? Where is the hidden camera? If the universe is listening right now, please, swallow me whole into the earth right now. 

I clenched the phone hard, against my chest. You are better now. Don’t fumble. 

Tap tap tap.

XXX

I don’t know what had gotten into my head that when I responded a few hours later, had agreed to meet up after work for curry and drinks. Future me would like to smack past me of five hours ago for making a decision like this. 

But here I am now, just a few stores away from the curry place I had suggested for dinner. 

Suddenly feeling conscious, I stopped by a convenience store that had a convex mirror on top of the corner shelves. I swiped lipstick on my lips and powdered my nose. I also bought mints just to play for time. I worked up the courage to text Zumi.

Y/N: So, please tell me I’m doing the wrong thing and I will turn back.

Zumi: What happened?

Y/N: After we texted earlier, Shohei texted me out of the blue and that he’s already in the town.

Zumi: He WHAT???

Zumi: Are you telling me he asked to meet up and you said yes?

Y/N: You should switch careers and be a fortune teller instead.

Zumi: You WHAT???

Y/N: Pls, pls, pls tell me I’m wrong for doing this.

She didn’t respond right away. Her text bubbles went up and down infrequently. I stood outside of the restaurant, in the cold of the night waiting for her response.

Zumi: How do YOU feel about it?

Zumi: If I were you, I, who have witnessed all the carnage all these years, I would do it. I know if you turn your back now, you’d spend another four, five years wondering what would’ve happened if you chose differently. 

Zumi: Don’t try to rationalize it, Y/N. You’re panicking now. But I know in your heart, you want answers. You want this. So suck it up and be a big gworl! 

She resonated exactly how I felt about this. So why was I hesitating?

I walked up to the restaurant and scanned the room. It was almost empty after dinner hours, except for a few white collar workers catching up on late night meals.

And then I saw him. He sat at the back of the room, his back facing the front of the shop. I could recognize those wide shoulders anywhere in a heartbeat. I made a beeline towards him.

He wore a blue polo buttoned up to his chest, creasing at the shoulders as he slouched forward. He looked absolutely different from the memory of the boy who used to carry my bags. His hair grew into thick waves and his cheeks and jawline was chiseled and defined to the bone, revealing more of his handsome face.

He stood up, smiling widely and threw his hands around me, a whiff of his sandalwood perfume and the feel of his hair pressed to my cheek brought everything back: spending lazy days in the library, the night strolls on the way home from school, sharing twin popsicle ice creams, the warmth of his hands intertwined with mine, that last first kiss. I pulled away and he gestured to me to sit down. As we both sat down, I thought, You are always finding ways to get my hopes up. 

We stared at each as I settled down on my seat. For a few moments, I felt the room was charged with cold air. His eyes traced my face making me more and more self-conscious, I had to break the ice. 

“The chicken curry katsu is good here, you know.” I said, as a waiter approached and served us water. “But if you prefer pork, it’s heaven too.”

I sipped the cold water nervously and fidgeted the hem of my plaid skirt. 

“It’s been a while.” I started.

“I’ve been busy.” He started to explain. I hate how he thinks this was his decision, how he didn’t even consider the fact that I’ve been busy, too. “How about you? I’ve stopped hearing about you since…”

“Things happened.” I simplified, but really, I wanted to give him a rundown of how things have more or less worked out okay for me–how I am doing well at my job, taking my Masters, thinking about traveling to Southeast Asia with Zumi, spending time with family on weekends, trying to do pilates at least thrice a month, and catching up with some old friends whenever we got to clear our schedules. How I am, despite his absence, was not entirely miserable. But I don’t want him to think that I am just doing this to prove a point, so I coated a response with the standard, “But I’ve been fine, thanks. How are you?”

“Same old, I’m here for business and something else. I finally got the courage to tell you this now.” He said, finishing up the last of his meal and downing his glass of water before speaking again.

I honestly don’t want to know, I want to order another glass of beer and fall asleep drunk. I want to crawl into my bed and waddle in self-pity at how I’ve spiraled back to square one, of how after all these years, I am still hopelessly in love with this unattainable man, who thinks we are still each other’s best friends after years of no contact. Instead I responded cautiously, “What is it?”

He inched forward and leaned his face on his right hand. “There’s this girl.”

I held my breath and braced myself for impact. 

“There’s this girl. We almost always never stood on the same foot. She hated sports and hated standing in the sun to see me play, but watched regardless because she had to write an article about it.

“When we finally started realizing we liked each other, I received my scholarship grant and moved overseas. If she got mad about me going MIA, I could've explained better to her that I had an accident during Spring training and was in a hospital bed for almost a month. Had she checked her emails, she would know. But she never replied. Ever.

“After a few months, I heard from our friends that she finally got a boyfriend and was in a happy, healthy relationship. I thought, ‘Oh. Good for her! I'm happy for her. Someone near to take care of her.’ but was I really, though? I got myself a girlfriend, too and forgot about this girl for a while.

“But I heard about her dad’s passing and I tried to reach her but I couldn’t. Her home phone number was disconnected, my mom said they moved out of the block and she still won’t respond to my emails.

“I couldn’t be there for her but I thought, “she'd be with her boyfriend. She’ll have someone to lean on. But then her friends said they had broken up long before the incident. She carried all those baggage all by herself? Who did she have to lean on? Was she eating okay? Was she sleeping well? Does she still smile when she watches puppies run around bumping into things?

“It seemed like the timing was never on our side. She was available when I wasn’t, I was free on the days that she was occupied. 

“I’ve always wondered if the universe played some practical joke on the two of us. If somehow, they'd ever allow me the chance to meet her again. I’ve been waiting for her for a long time now.

“Y/N, do you think if I ask her now, she’d finally be as ready as I am to meet her?”

I exhaled and felt my heart pounding. There is the thrum in my chest that felt all too familiar. Have we been missing each other’s chances all this time? Have I been getting on and off the wrong platform, just as much as he did, because we didn’t know what we wanted when we were barely twenty?

“I think you should ask her before it’s too late.” I said, catching myself, still staying on that third person narration. I mulled over the times we constantly missed each other like he had pointed out. He had been there for me when I was searching for myself and what I wanted to do, and I had watched him from afar when he was trying to meet his dreams, to the point of pushing him far away. 

“I’m asking you now. I was always late, wasn’t I?”

His brown eyes bored into mine, expectant, hopeful. “Yes. You were...but you’re here now..." I trailed off, thinking how much shock I was to hear Shohei's speech. I wondered if responding to my real feelings was the right thing to do. He had his accident, my dad's funeral, the miscommunication between us. The sudden falling out. I wondered, if after all this time, someone like me would still be worth restarting over with.

"...and I think, you’re just in time, Sho.” 

He smiled widely, showing the crinkles on the sides of his eyes, he exhaled as if he had been holding his breath all this time.

"Thank god. I was almost certain you'd say no and disappear on me again." he laughed.

Freckles that I've never seen before popped over his nose and cheeks. So much has changed in his appearance but it was the same smile of the boy I love since eighteen.

“I’m home,” he whispers.

“Welcome back,” I said, finally smiling at him, too.

Shohei stands up and offers his hand as we exit the restaurant; I take it and interlace our fingers. For the first time in a long time, the tap dancing of my calloused heart has returned ever so exhilarating, like a lost pulse bringing me back to life. We are catching up on lost time, and for whatever fragment of memory that may have escaped through the cracks, we’ll slowly string them together. It doesn’t matter how many possibilities we’ve missed in the last four years of being apart. The important thing is this possibility, the right here and right now.

[aw-shizz-here-we-go-again]

•|| Seally Cute ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 3: Seally Cute

Featuring: Geno, Goth, and Reaper!

Ship(s): Afterdeath.

Summary: Playtime with the kiddo! <3

Warnings: Blood from a hunt

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

Read tags for notes.

"Dad? Dad??? Daddy!"

Geno woke up to a small, high-pitched voice yelling in his ear. He let out a tired grunt, then rolled over on his side as his tail gently swatted the other person away.

He smiled as he heard them let out a playful squeak, and he was almost immediately bombarded by a small body barreling into him. He yawned, then blinked blearily at the mischievous attacker as he rubbed his eyesockets. "Oh? What's up, my little clamshell?"

The young selkie in front of Geno puffed out their cheeks, flipping their black-and-white seal tail back and forth as they responded. "Mama's out huntin', and 'm boreddd! I wanna do sumthin'! Sumthin' else then jus' sleepin'!"

"You could practice walking, you know." Geno suggested, raising a bonebrow up at the child. He sat up and stretched, slight popping his bones as he did so. "You still haven't even tried taking your seal skin off yet, Goth."

Goth grumbled something under his breath, glowering down at the iceberg they were both on. ". . ."

Geno tilted his head to the side, wrapping his arms around his kid and hugging him close. "What was that? Is there something wrong?"

"...'s scary." Goth muttered quietly, burying his face into his father's chest. "A-an' I did try. Couldn't do it though..."

"Oh, Gothy," Geno squeezed Goth a little tighter in his embrace, wrapping Goth's tail around his own as he kissed the top of Goth's head. "It's alright, we'll figure something else out then."

"Swimmin'?" Goth asked hopefully, gazing up at Geno with big shiny eyelights. There was no mistaking it, the kid really knew what he was doing when he chose to pull the puppy eyes on his dad.

Geno sighed, giving Goth a defeated look. He didn't even attempt to resist, knowing that he would cave quickly anyways. "Okay okay, let's go swimming."

"Yay!" Goth wiggled his way out of Geno's grip, then proceeded to nudge and tug Geno towards the edge of the iceberg where the water was. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

Geno chuckled, relenting as he playfully shoved Goth into the icy sea before hopping in to join his kid. "Rather eager, aren't we?"

"You never lemme go swimmin' without ya, so duh!" Goth pouted, swishing his tail as he drifted around Geno in a lazy circle. He then sped up, swimming around Geno in faster loops. "C'monnn! Let's play tag or something!"

"Oho, you want to challenge me?" Geno asked in amusement, raising a bonebrow as Goth nodded in response. "Well then, let the games begin..."

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Reaper was returning back home from... doing whatever he was doing while he was out, most likely hunting due to the blood on his teeth, and he surfaced to get a breath of air just in time to see a certain small selkie fling themselves out of the water to do a flip.

What the heck?

Diving back under the water, Reaper sped up towards the main iceberg that he and his family called home. As he approached, he could see the love of his life- ahem, Geno, ahem -and their child swimming around in circles, seemingly sportively goading each other on.

As Reaper watched, Geno suddenly thrashed his tail as he shot up towards the surface of the water, erupting from the sea and doing a double flip before he came crashing back down.

The leviathan let out a small, quiet laugh at the smug look that Geno shot at Goth, and at the pouty look that Goth had returned back at Geno.

Then Reaper had an idea. A smirk crossed his face as he dove down, deeper and deeper below his family. Once he was down deep enough to not be noticed if he shifted, he activated his leviathan form as he circled around in the icy cold depths, staring up at the two selkies above him.

He then silently and slowly swam up behind Geno, his now massive size absolutely dwarfing his mate. He watched as Goth noticed him, and he saw how the child's eyelights grew as big as saucers as his presence registered in Goth's mind.

Reaper held a finger up to his mouth, gesturing for Goth to stay quiet. He drifted ever so slightly closer to Geno, who seemed mildly confused by Goth's reaction since he hadn't realized that Reaper was behind him yet.

"Hello, darling~"

Reaper purred out an amused giggle as Geno yelped in shock, and he backed up a little bit as the selkie whirled around to face him.

"You-! Seriously, Reaper?! Ugh..." Geno groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nosebone in annoyance, glaring at Reaper in half-hearted anger. "I swear, you are so immature."

"Oh, my dearly sweet beloved, I'm so wounded by your insults!" Reaper whined pitifully, shrinking down into his normal form before dramatically leaning against Geno while holding his hand up to his forehead.

Geno grumbled something under his breath and pushed Reaper off, then narrowed his eyesocket at Goth, who had started giggling. He then sighed in exasperation and threw up his hands. "Both of you! Both of you are so immature! But at least Goth has the excuse of actually being a child."

He swam back up to Reaper and poked the leviathan in the chest, swishing his tail in mild irritation. "But you don't have any excuse!"

"B-but... Geno-senpai, it's just my personality!" Reaper blinked innocently at Geno, intertwining his orca tail with Geno's seal tail.

Geno rolled his eyelight and groaned again, pulling his tail away from Reaper and gently swatting Reaper over the head. "Don't even get started with that! Enough is enough."

Reaper sighed in mock defeat, backing away from Geno to give his love some space. "Alright, alright, if you insist."

Geno hesitated, then swam back over to Reaper to give him a soft, brief kiss before letting go again. "Love you, starfish~"

Before Reaper could sputter out a flustered reply, they both suddenly heard snoring coming from behind them. A quick glance revealed that Goth had fallen asleep, and Geno let out an amused snort. "I suppose playing around tuckered him out. We should be getting back to our iceberg anyways."

"I- uh- uhm, yeah! Mhm!" Reaper replied quickly, still blushing from the kiss. He rapidly flicked his tail and scooped Goth up in his arms, carrying the child as he started swimming to the homeberg. "Let's go!"

Geno followed suit, letting himself be half dragged in the current that Reaper's tail made since he was tired.

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"You know, you should really wash up. You still have blood all over your teeth." Geno said with a small yawn, tilting Reaper's head with his hands on Reaper's chin so that he could see the orca's face better.

"Aw, what? Too shy to clean it off for me~?" Reaper purred teasingly, then hesitated and averted his gaze in shame almost immediately afterwards. "...Oh, yeah, right-- nevermind. Uh, forget I said that. Sorry."

Geno winced slightly, shivering not from the cold of the iceberg but rather from the reminder. ". . ."

Reaper shrank in on himself a bit, tears suddenly pricking his eyesockets "I'm sorry, okay? I- I really just can't help it... I'm sorry..."

Geno was quiet for a long moment, then he pulled Reaper into a hug. "It'll... it'll be okay. Just... let's not tell Goth, okay? I'd rather not scare him..."

"Okay..." Reaper muttered back, nuzzling into Geno's embrace. By the True Leviathans, he felt awful, but it wouldn't be an easy fix.

After all, it was his nature.

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[ravennaortiz]

Summary: After a night of teasing Juice he takes you home to teach you a lesson about where your eyes should always be.

Follow up from Day 18 of Halloween 2024 Bingo

As always 18+, Dark Juice Smut below the cut!

You whimpered as Juice gently stroked your cheek with the knife in his hand. The cold of the blade against your hot cheek had you willing your body to remain still. “You have such pretty eyes. It’s such a shame you chose to let them linger on other men tonight.” He whispered as he slid the blade just along your eye sockets. “Then you double downed when you saw me watching and commented on how good they looked. Naughty girl, guess you need another lesson of who you belong too” he continued voice low as he moved directly in front of you.

“Close your eyes. Don’t move” he ordered as he twirled the knife in his right hand as he caressed your cheek with his left. Your lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes spilling a bit as you closed them. You took a shaky breath, running a mantra through your head. Juice would not hurt you. Juice loves you. Juice is just playing. You are safe with Juice. You repeated these on a loop in your mind as you waited for his next move. The press of the blade tip to your left eyeball had you letting out a pleading whine of his name. It didn’t hurt, he was being gentle still. Without a word he moved the blade to your other eye before chuckling darkly.

“How easy it would be to just pluck those beautiful little globes out of your pretty little head babe” he murmured as he tapped along your lash line with the blade tip. “Keep them in a little jar, maybe make them into a key chain for my bike keys or something. Fill the empty holes with me like they should always be” he ended with a growl as he grabbed your face squeezing ever so slightly. “Look at me” he stated finally.

Once your eyes were back open and on his he spoke again. “How many times do we have to do this? Do you think I like having to get rough and punish you for your wandering eyes?”

“N—no” you whimpered as you felt the blade of the knife slide along your throat before moving down your side. “I’m sor-“ you started before he shook his head.

“Don’t lie. You knew what you were doing murmured Juice as he let go off your face and turned you back around to face the wall of the clubhouse. “I know what you wanted.” He murmured his breath hot on your neck as he moved your hair out of the way. Planting kisses and small nips along your pulse point that had you breathing heavier. “I’m going to give it to you but not how you wanted. You still have to learn a lesson” he murmured as he pressed himself against you the blade running along the hem of your skirt.

“Open your legs” he order before moving the blade under your skirt and cutting away you panties with a quick yank on the blade that had you gasping.  The cold metal against your hot slick folds had you letting out a little moan. “This turn you on? Me being mean to you” asked Juice as he slid the blade gently through the sticky mess already developing between your thighs. You nodded as you looked over your shoulder at him your eyes on his before getting distracted by Chibs who had stepped outside and was watching.

“You really don’t learn do you” stated Juice with a shake of his head as he followed your gaze. “Don’t worry I had Happy  help rig me somethings up to help you learn” he stated before stepping back from you and running the blade of his knife along his tongue. “Follow” he stated before turning around and moving to the door to go back inside.

You followed closely behind Juice as he led you through the crowd back to his dorm room. Moving to his closet he only uttered one word to you. “Strip”. Doing as he said you removed your skirt and top letting them fall top the floor as you stepped out of your heels. A wolf whistle from the hallway almost had you looking to the still open door but you didn’t want to risk tipping Juices scale too far.  His idea of what was pleasure and pain was a very very thin line and you had already pushed him too far tonight.

“Here we go” stated Juice as he held up what looked like horse tack. “It won’t hurt, I promise” soothed Juice as he watched you frown and chew on your lower lip. Once you had nodded he moved around behind you draping the head piece over your head. Opening you mouth a small rubber ball slipped inside already making you start to drip drool down your chin and onto your breasts as Juice fiddled with the eye pieces. The small holes were surrounded with rubber nubs that had your eyes watering as he tightened them. Finally he secured what could only be called blinders to the side to narrow your field of vision to what was in front of you.

“This really makes those eyes of yours pop babe.” Murmured Juice as he moved back to the closet and pulled out a metal bar with leather straps on it. You watched him as he moved over to the nightstand and rummaged around before pulling out one of your wearable phone controlled vibrators. Moving back to you he knelt in front of you as he helped you step into the harness before pulling it up your legs and pushing it into your dripping pussy making you moan and clench around it. “I want you “ you pouted around the gag as he stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket as he turned on the lowest setting.

“I know. Gotta show me you deserve it though” replied Juice as he looked up at you with a soft smile as he kissed your forehead. His hand gripping the harness around your head as he walked to the door. “Oh this is a public lesson baby girl” he added as he realized you had stopped. You swallowed hard before nodding as you looked down at the floor as he led you back to the main area of the clubhouse. You could feel eyes on you and hear whispers as people took notice of you as Juice led you in whistling happily away as if this was a normal thing.

“Here we go” stated Juice as he got to the center of the room. Kneeling again he strapped your legs apart with the spreader bar before pushing you up against a pole and using his belt to tie your wrists together and behind your back. “You are going to keep your eyes open and on me while I sit over there and play with the app and finish enjoying the party. If you close your eyes or look away from me, this head gear will know and it will alarm and shock you. So I suggest you try not to cum love” explained Juice as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before moving off to sit with Chibs and Tig.

*Three Hours Later*

You were exhausted by the time Juice got up and came back to where you were tied up. A puddle of your release around your feet and dripping down your thighs as the toy continued to work you over. Your body was tense as your body continued to fight against the building orgasm, not wanting to be shocked again. “I knew my pretty eyed girl could do it” murmured Juice as he smiled at you as he moved around behind you. You were quick to follow his movements trying to keep him in your sights. “Think my good girl has earned her reward.” He continued as he undid your arms and the head piece.

“No, please too much” you pleaded as you felt Juices fingers slide onto your swollen clit as twinges of pain and pleasure made your eyes water.

“Good girls get there rewards” stated Juice with a smirk as he pushed on your back bending you over some. “Stay still” he added as his hands left you and worked his pants down his hips freeing his hardened cock.

“Juice” you whined as you felt his fingers slipping around the still pulsating toy before running back to your ass hole. The feel of his head pressing in had you moaning. “So fucking tight” growled Juice as he slowly slid all the way in hands firmly gripping your hips. After a moment he started to slam in and out of you as you whispered and moaned at the overfull feeling.  Within seconds fluid was gushing around the toy and down your legs as you came again. Juice continued to thrust into your tight ass a few more minutes before pulling out of you and quickly walking around and shooting his release all over your face.

“Such pretty pretty eyes” he murmured as he you looked up at him as his release dripped from your eyes lashes. “Lets get you cleaned up and home to bed” he stated gently as he rubbed his thumb along your lower lip.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

La Seduction Vengeance // Part Two.

CW: mentions of violence, manipulation

The rope was tight. Enough. Coarse, tied securely around the trunk of a blossom tree outside the house, I observed my setup. If my amateur calculations were correct, the breezeblock suspended from the tree should fall directly onto the bonnet of Mr Thompson's car. It was midnight, people on my street known for getting early nights. That was the lucky thing in my situation, the residents of Blossom Close either over the age of 80 or so inundated with money that they'd be visiting their multiple holiday homes as soon as the sun burned the streets warmer. My dad and I were the youngest on the street, keeping everyone feeling youthful and hopeful with the sitcom-like happiness that used to radiate from our home.

Now, Mr Thompson wasn't a terribly behaved man, he just had some what he called 'old-fashioned' ideals about the way the world was changing. And it was those outlandish opinions shared a little too loudly to those on our street that made me choose him for this particular mission. I needed to get that SUV down this road, and I needed to speak to that officer. Double checking that none of the houses lights had switched on - elderly folk up using the bathroom at witching hour - and when I was sure it was clear I pulled out the shiny engraved switchblade my dad had bought me for my 18th. "Every young woman should have one of these. In case of emergencies, you know?"

I'd consider this an emergency, Dad. Slicing the thick rope in one swift cut, the breezeblock came tumbling down onto the grey metal, the alarm instantly blaring to alert the street. I ran away to my house, three doors down - thankfully - and ran through my screen door. Sweat formed on my brow as I peered through my living room curtains, making sure to keep all my lights off. As I heard commotion and angry yells from Mr Thompson; I knew that was my cue. Wrapping a large hoodie around my frame and pulling it over my head, I pulled an eye mask over my head too, letting it nestle on the rim of my forehead as I slipped on some slippers. Heading out into the cold, dark night once again, I found Darcy coming out to our side of the road.

"Looks like Jerry's in a bit of trouble there." Darcy spoke with a slight giggle. She didn't like him either, not many of the residents of this street did. Looking down the pavement at Mr Thompsons arms flailing about angrily as residents began to gather at the chaos, the all too familiar silhouette of the black SUV came swinging around the corner of the street. Bingo. Clunky black DM's hit the concrete as the young man stepped out of the car, sucking back a disgusting cloud of flavoured smoke from a vape I could see was electric green from down the street. He came towards Mr Thompson and his beautifully wrecked car (you're welcome) before looking around at the other residents. His eyes landed on mine for a moment before drifting back to Mr Thompson.

"He might just be the dishiest officer we've had around here, you know. Your age too." Darcy mumbled as she folded her arms, trying to hug herself away from the chill of the night. I knew what she was trying to do, trying to hook me up with the not entirely unattractive sheriff, but she had no idea of my ulterior motive. I chuckled lightly in her direction, keeping my eyes on the officer. Shit. He was walking towards me. If I end up in a jail cell I'm screw-

"Good evening ladies, or should I say mornin'?" The young man spoke with a sideways smile. Darcy and I smiled in response, her bony elbow nudging mine subtly. I nudged her back. "You lovely ladies see what happened to Gerry's car?"

"No, sir. I was sleeping. Woke up to the alarm blaring." I replied innocently, pointing to the eye mask atop my head. His eyes flickered up to it, studying it for a moment.

"Sleep is for the week?" He read the lettering on it aloud, chuckling to himself as he turned towards Darcy. "What about you, Ms Brook? Know you ain't too fond of the man. Got some weightlifting trophies we don't know about?"

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculous attempt at humour, my eyes looking over his uniform and his features. He had beauty marks dotted over his skin, ironic considering his cocky personality was so ugly. But the way his kevlar hugged his frame, his cap rested almost over two big chocolate eyes was getting a little intense. He didn't seem that attractive when he was perring out of the SUV window, but I suppose that's a distance away. Doubt flooded my mind that this young man could have possibly killed my father, but I needed to get answers nonetheless.

"Well here's a card with my details on. You know, incase something comes to ya." He said, shoving a little piece of cardboard into just my hand, Darcy peering over my shoulder at the writing. Gator Tillman. Tillman sounded familiar, but i couldn't think where from. I nodded up at Gator, tucking the card into my dressing gown pocket. He walked away, taking one more quick glance over my shoulder at me before patting Mr Thompson on the shoulder; seeming to have made amends with the old crony about fixing his car. Hm. I needed to speak to him more, I thought to myself, as I bid goodnight to Darcy and headed back into my house to sleep. And plan.

Like some kind of crazed, grieving magician I'd been working on my next trick for just a few days. The middle of the night worked best, as it seemed Gator was on call a lot more nightly as of late. I'd decided to make this one a little personal, meticulously planning out a break in. Of my own home. I'd wait until the street was silent, all the elderly folks resting peacefully in their beds - bar Gerry Thompson who I could practically still hear grumbling about his car even still - and I'd smash my front door window in. My dad had left some money in piggybanks in the basement and it was a little window, easy to fix. In he'd come, like a knight in shining camouflage and then I'd out him. Or whatever, I hadn't actually thought of the crux of the trap yet. The onyx sky rolled around quickly, as I bound multiple tea-towels around my fist and headed through my back door and around the porch towards the front. Punching straight through the glass, I unlocked the door and snuck in; making sure to use a pair of my dad's old shoes to tread in the glass. I did the same to my back door, punching out the glass towards the patio so the 'attacker' could escape.

Unwrapping the tea-towels and putting them back in the kitchen drawer, I was relieved that my fist was unharmed. The next part was to wreck my beautiful kitchen, making sure the drawers were emptied and the knife block was menacingly strewn onto the floor as it looked like someone had ransacked the place. Grabbing duct tape from the drawer, I wrapped it around my wrists, pulling it and securing it tightly with my teeth. Some feat. I threw the duct tape underneath the sink. Holding two strips in between the fingers of one hand and my mobile phone in the other, I headed upstairs to my dad's bedroom, sitting in the corner opposite the dresser and tying one of the duct tape strips haphazardly around my ankles. Calling 911, I took some quick breaths in succession before they picked up. Just as an unfamiliar male voice answered, my tied feet kicked the dresser and let everything crash from its top. I screamed for help as the person the phone confirmed someone was on their way. As I covered my own mouth with the final strip of duct tape, I muffled some fake screams through it as the call handler tried to reassure me. Rolling my eyes I took the final step, adrenaline running through my veins at my intricate plan; drawing my head back hard against the wall and slumping down with my eyes.

I came round to a deep voice and a firm hand pinching my shoulder. "Ma'am? Can you hear me?" Groaning and mumbling, I blinked my eyes open to see two officers knelt beside me, holding pieces of duct tape from my body and bottled water. "Is he gone?" I mumbled, mentally noting that I should absolutely write a speech for my upcoming Oscar. "Is who gone? We found signs of forced entry, you're looking at getting two new doors replaced. No perp though." One of the young officers spoke softly. Neither of them were Gator. My entire plan had been to get Gator into a corner, like a little rat. A rat who, no matter how intelligent he may have seemed, had no idea that the person holding the cheese had backed him up into that corner on purpose.

With an inspection of my head and more numbers to call if I was 'alarmed', the officers headed back to their station as I packed a bag to stay at Darcy's for the rest of the night. The officers warned that the 'perp' may come back with my broken doors, so they'd asked my sweet, oblivious neighbour if I could crash at her place. She was kind, as always. Opening the door in her fluffy robe and matching slippers, her smile as warm as the heating that rushed out of the door of her home. "Come on dear, tea is ready for you. Lord knows you must be shaking like a willow in a storm." Her soft voice carried me into her home, as I settled on her floral-patterned couch. We drank tea, as I allowed my mouth to ramble about the horrors of what - I had orchestrated - had happened that evening. I felt awful lying to Darcy's face but the rigid ache in form of flashbacks and memories of my father pushed the lies right out of my mouth.

She gave me a kiss on the head as I stood in the doorway of her spare room. I felt my eyelids tingle with a sadness I hadn't allowed myself to process yet. "You'll be alright darlin'." Darcy's words were gentle, but her actions bore a heavy weight that I think she knew I needed. Then they came, what felt like gallons of tears washing over my cheeks as Darcy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me against her chest. "Double squeeze." She whispered softly, her arms tensing around my shoulders twice. I pulled away instantly with a worried look on my face between sobs. "How do you know - about - about double squeeze?" I said weakly, my voice wavering with sadness. Darcy's face broke into a sympathetic smile. "I've known you since you were this big, darlin' -" She whispered, holding her index and thumb finger paralell to each other, "Saw you grow up. Saw how your father loved you. Saw how you loved him. He always told me how clever you were, how you were going to take on the world. I still see it. In your eyes, you're still that clever little girl, that clever big man raised you to be. He said to me one day," Darcy spoke with such passion, her elderly voice hinting with her own grief for my father as she grasped my hands tightly, "He said, if I'm ever not here, remind her. Remind her of her bravery and dont forget the double squeeze." I let out a sad chuckle as I kept the flow of sadness streaming down my face as her words clung to my skin like the double squeeze. My father would always hug me, tightly, sometimes so tight that my lungs felt like they could burst. He'd let go with a chuckle, kissing the top of my head as he'd wrap his arms around me tighter, squeezing twice as he mumbled 'double squeeze' into the top of my head. What I'd give to feel that from him again. Darcy's arms were thick, soft and plush and the squeeze felt too kind. I needed the air knocked out of me. With a sad smile, I hugged her and thanked her for her kindness tonight as I shut the door behind me and settled into the squeaky metal bed frame. I hugged one of her downy cushions tightly, letting a few more tears hit the pillow. "Take on the world." "Clever little girl." Darcy's words echoed around my head as I tossed and turned, staring up at the mottled ceiling. I needed to get to that smarmy officer. Pretty boy. Dangerous for an active murderer to wear such a sweet smile. I needed to come up with something better.

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

China 2018

-Ferrari, Mercedes, Red Bull lockout

-Nico (from the last few races I’ve watched) has been pretty consistent in qualifying top ten. I can’t believe he’s never made podium

-Oh wow Sebastian just sped ahead like he was thrown from a sling shot

-Kimi and Lewis both losing positions because of that

-Max gained because of that though, Nico too

-“Did you see how many places we lost because of Sergio right now? It’s unbelievable” The girls are fighting again

-Haas implementing team orders for this race was not on my Bingo card (I’ll take it though, cause Kevin is higher now)

-“Do we think that Kimi Raikonnen is kind of sleep-walking Lewis Hamilton into a slower pace?”

-Nico casually going past Charles. The Renault looks like they were actually good this season

-✨Red Bull double stack ✨

-That was actually so hot

-“Box, box, box, box, do the opposite to Raikonnen” I love pit stop games

-“The one team that aren’t reacting is Ferrari” Why is it always them

-“Bottas gets past Vettel, the undercut worked!” That was so close, Mercedes really did a great job

-Lewis stuck in a Red Bull sandwich

-Nico on the other hand picking off cars one by one and Carlos right behind him

-Charles?? Why is he p20??

-I’m surprised the Force Indias are still out of the points

-The top three now less than a second away from each other

-Andd Valterri has made his move! He’s gone past Kimi and now so has Sebastian!

-Max p3 now, after Kimi pit

-“Charles was expected to be the wonder boy wasn’t he” Excuse me?? I don’t care that he’s p20- you shall not talk smack about him!

-Eeh Pierre running into his teammate

-Fortunately not something that needed a safety car though

-Never mind, I was wrong, there is a safety car

-Another Red Bull double stack!!

-“Red Bull definitely not sleeping on that pit wall”

-Renault double stack as well

-Somehow Nico didn’t lose out track position because of that, but Carlos did :/

-“We haven’t had a retirement so far” These guys about to jinx it

-“Is it just me or have I got a bunch of cars that have new tires behind me” Oh Lewis

-“And the two Force Indias almost touch” I’m surprised they haven’t already

-Let’s go Daniel!!!!

-Oh shit Max fell behind Danny, still covering off Kimi though

-Daniel!!!!!

-“If he’s going to do this, he might as well be pulling rabbits out of his hat. That was magic from Daniel Ricciardo” 👏👏👏

-“Alright next one is Vettel, let’s get him” That’s a man on a mission now

-Woah!! Max getting past Lewis too!! No falling back this time!!

-Who lit the fire under Daniel’s car?? Ohmygodd has he come alive towards the last few laps of this race!!

-“Well done mate, easy pickings” GP is so chill

-Oh no! Max hit Seb! GP spoke too soon!!

-Aaaaah that was so hotttt from Nico!!!!

-Daniel leading!!!

-“Don’t give up, you can pass Hulkenburg” What if I actually don’t want him to though

-10s penalty for Max. This has happened to me three times in a row now. Someone make it stop

-Ah Max and Lewis wheel to wheel! That one was fun!

-“He can’t just run me off the track like that” Sebastian’s day going from bad to worse because Alonso decided to be a menace

-Nico stays p6 though!!

-Daniel “Race Winner” Ricciardo!!!

-“Absolutely clinical moves. Cutthroat. Scary” haha

-Go Aussie babyyy

[liauditore]

For the ship bingo, perhaps ethubs or boatboys?

sorry it took so long to get to this i got so excited someone asked me to talk abt ethubs i went into a coma 😭😭

Ethubs

um uhh umerm ethubs yeah etho and bdubs and last life and mindcrack UHCs and eyah yknow um yeah

you know that one post that's like "inside my head is a five page essay with footnotes and when i speak it's just ouhghh blorbo he is so shaped". that's me with ethubs. not even kidding ethubs is the ship that made me finally "get" shipping in general, mcyt or not. i. words. i care them.

and uh there's. not rlly anything i can say i think that my ethubs moots haven't already said? They've been friends forever, they play off eachother super well, "he loves me", they're both so obsessed and in need of eachother but at the same time would rather eat raw, unpicked cactus than admit that, etc etc they're so unwell

im just gonna skip on over to the song lyrics bit cus i. they make my brain short circuit i cant even sentences.

The scarlet summer is gone and peaceful gray is draping the city Alone, I reach out for you to hold me tight, shivering Always the days spent with you warmed my heart and kept me from freezing Although I knew they were gone forever But in my pain, to me you came like the warmest breeze "On nights so cold I know you need some company."

Though only in lonely and freezing times, we held each other close to keep from feeling hopeless nothings And now again I can see summer fast approaching like a storm that there's no stopping Repeating in a cycle Like our mistakes

My love for you is endless, just like the deepest sea And like the ocean blue your complications speak to me I've come to understand you, your parts and inner workings My sun only in winter Only when I need you or else you won't need me

Leave you in Summer, Yet You're In My Fluffthoughts (Ashe translyrics) (sidenote this might be one of my favourite music videos of all time)

Falling so deeply while clinging to love But even so, I feel my heart and it’s floating up above Your true face, such a passionate one, shows your beauty, coming in a flood True, all of our short-lived youth will someday come to end Ah, even so, in my view, it starts right now, yet again

And every day, I found I prayed for you to be always full of happiness that remains Ah, just like this, please wait right by my side, please stay

Tablet (Will Stetson / sayriris translyrics) (after watching LL the first thing i did was make a MV to this song with LL Bdubs and it was still the most insane thing ive ever done fuelled by pure gargoyle inspiration juice)

I wouldn't say they're ~~Divorced~~ quite yet cus Idk if they were ever really married as much as just plain endlessly obsessed with eachother, which they still are. But they definitely broke up lmao

but yeah uh their chemistry is great. bdubs said it best. they've been thru the trenches together.

Boat Boys

Thankfully much less thoughts about these two or else this post would get way too long lmao. I like them but I'm not too insane about them I guess? Etho's very awkward near people he isn't used to which was fun to watch but made their interactions kind of limited for a lot of DL I feel.

Joel's obsession with Etho is hilarious and seeing Bdubs get jealous of his #1 ethogirl status getting challenged is great fun. He's definitely gone through a bit of an arc from "I KILLED ETHO! I KILLED ETHO!!" in Last Life to "Eefo D:< You're making me nervous, eefo D:<" in Double Life to whatever the cow divorce situation was in Limlife. It seems like Etho's otherworldly status has been nerfed in his head and he's much less intimidated by him, while still admiring him in that 'childhood hero' sorta way.

I think because of that I've always seen them a little bit as more of a mentor/prodigy relationship than anything else? Specifically one that Etho is not even aware he's in. Eitherway, I don't really ship them in the romantic sense 🤷‍♂️ etho's just way too aloof and joel's got too much fangirl energy for it to be anything intimate lol

[blackbird-brewster]

JJ/Emily - Double Penetration…? 😈

Ps love your writing!

Double the Fun

JJ/Emily || Rated: E || WC: 787 Prompt: Double Penetration (for @cmkinkbingo2024. This fic completes my third and fourth lines!) Additional Tags: PWP, butt plugs, anal sex, anal fingering, strap-ons, praise kink, bottom Emily, established relationship

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To JJ, there was absolutely nothing in the world more beautiful than Emily when she was being fucked. JJ had come home that evening to find her wife in the bedroom wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, unless they were counting the pink jewelled butt plug firmly in place between her ass cheeks. That was a fairly new purchase, but even so, the couple had already used it plenty. Tonight, Emily requested to take things one step further and JJ had been all too happy to oblige the request.

Currently, she had her strap buried in Emily's cunt from behind. One hand slapped Emily's ass with every backwards movement of her hips, the other gently fucked her ass with the butt plug to get her primed for things to come. JJ had full control of the situation and full control of the woman beneath her, Emily was hers and hers alone, the concept alone made her cunt ache with desire.

"Such a good girl," she muttered as she fucked her cock deeper. "I love using all your holes like this."

Emily probably would have replied to the comment, if not for the ball gag in her mouth. She whined around it, whether it was out of pleasure or protest made no difference, the sound spurred JJ on either way. She grabbed Emily's hips and pulled them up and back in one strong movement as she drove her cock into her hard and fast, in and out, in and out, the force of each thrust sent Emily rocking forward on her elbows.

JJ slowed her motions without pulling out of her cunt, she slipped the butt plug out, re-lubed Emily's ass then slipped a finger into it to see if she was ready for more. It would be a tight fit for a dildo, but Emily was nothing if not a cock-slut and they both knew how much she loved being stretched and filled.

"Okay, baby," JJ murmured as she pulled her finger out. "You're doing great, pretty girl. You know the signal if it's too much. I'll ease you into it, alright?"

Emily nodded as she tried to relax the best she could. She balanced herself on one arm and used her other hand to help spread her cheeks so JJ had better access. Just the firm tip of the dildo running between her cheeks and pressing into her ass hole made her toes curl. The first moment as it stretched her open was slightly uncomfortable, but JJ let her get used to it before pushing in further, all the while her other cock rocked gently into Emily's cunt.

"Fuccckkkk. I wnt you t'mve it," Emily mumbled around the gag. She brought her arm back down, bracing herself on both elbows as she clutched the sheets in anticipation. JJ took her cue and began a synchronous rhythm, pumping both dicks in and out of her holes. The one in her ass was much smaller than the one in her cunt, but the feeling was still absolutely divine.

JJ kept her free hand firmly gripped around Emily's hip to guide her movements as she picked up the pace. Fucking into both of her holes simultaneously made JJ's own cunt drip with arousal, she absolutely loved this. The devout amount of trust Emily was extending to her by relinquishing all control was never lost on JJ, she knew she was the only one who ever got to see this beautifully vulnerable side of her wife.

"You feel so good," she cooed. "Such a good girl, Em. Letting me use you like this, god, you are so perfect. Can you show me how gorgeous you are when you come? I know you're close baby. Let me see you come undone while I have two cocks filling you up like this."

Emily's eyes clamped shut as she bit down on the gag with a particularly sharp thrust of JJ's hips. Her toes curled as her orgasm hit with little warning, she whimpered and whined, her hands balled in the sheets as a tremor shook through her entire body.

JJ stilled and rubbed her back to coax her through it. "That's it baby, let go for me."

She left both of her dicks in their respective holes until Emily's body relaxed again. She slowly pulled the dildo out of her ass, then slid out of her cunt. Emily instantly fell onto the bed, completely spent and exhausted.

JJ sat at the head of the bed with Emily's head in her lap. She removed the gag and tipped some water into her mouth as she raked her fingers through her grey hair. "That's it, angel. You did so good, baby. Just rest now."