#ur actions have consequences even if they are small

[florallylly]

sorry queen but a cheater is a cheater is a cheater and that's not a label i easily let go of

[kangpingyu]

why is gif making becoming a lost art in fandom spaces

[mbsneur]

Dumb thing

Alexia Putellas x reader

Hi everyone, I have posted a new fic and I hope you like it, I am open to any kind of opinion and wish, feel free to write me!🩵

Summary: Alexia catches you fingering yourself

WC: 824 (very very short don’t be mad)

Warnings: Smut18+,masturbating,crying

My Masterlist

your fingers deep in your cunt they pump in and out your other hand on your nipples your body makes little moans, you hear the apartment door slam loudly

"i’m home" alexia, screams through the hallway your whole body shakes you quickly pull your fingers out you hear alexia's shoes fly through the hallway your heart races

Alexia texted you just 20 minutes ago to say she'll be home soon and that she had a bad and exhausting day. You were looking at pictures of the two of you that Alexia took while you were riding her. Your hands immediately went to your pants to free yourself.

Your bedroom door opens and Alexia bursts in, "Amor, what are you doing here, why are you already in bed, are you okay?" she asks confused, your hands and body still under the covers, you nervously try to form a sentence, Alexia looks at you with a furrowed brow.

"Um - I was just about to go to bed - I'll wait for you," you stammer, and you can see that Alexia doesn't believe you.

"Did you touch yourself?" she asks, rolling her tongue in her mouth as she quietly closes the door, "N- no, no, no," you stammer again, your head spinning back and forth in panic.

"show me your hands" alexia says and your hands carefully come out of the blanket, you forgot to wipe them quickly somewhere. You stretch your hands out in front of you and alexia comes closer to the edge of the bed to look at your hands

"I knew it," she says, giving you a funny look, the next moment she suddenly pulls the covers off your legs and exposes your whole pussy.

Your legs tighten involuntarily, and you swallow hard. You look up at Alexia, who now has a certain kind of horny and pissed-off look in her eyes.

"Baby, why did you try to hide it from me?" she asks looking straight into your eyes "I didn't want you to get mad," you say softly in a sweet voice the heat rises in your head and the room around you gets warm you feel ashamed.

Alexia lets out a little sigh and sits down on the bed in front of you. You wince a little as the bed gives way. "Do you think I'm as stupid as you?" she asks with a little frown. You're not really sure what to say. Your eyes glaze over a little, and you're not sure, you don’t want Alexia to punish you because the last time she did, you couldn't sit for four days.

your eyes start to water you didn't want to upset her you were just so horny "stop crying it won't do any good anymore" she says and touches your ankle she brings your feet apart "spread your legs or you won't like the consequences of your disobedience“

You feel even more embarrassed, but you do what Alexia tells you and open your legs right away. "aye , buena, ur so wet," she says with a little smile. "I can smell you from here, What were you thinking, sweetheart?" she asks, looking at you. "I was looking at pictures of you and got so turned on I couldn't wait until you got here," you say, still with tears in your eyes, waiting for Alexia's next move.

"I want to see you touch yourself, go on ," Alexia says smugly and leans back, holding herself up with her arms, "I don't want to, I'm unsure," you say shyly and nervously, "Just a few minutes ago your fingers were so deep inside you and now you're suddenly getting shy," Alexia says slightly annoyed.

She grabs your ankle and pulls gently as your upper body slides further down and you whimper from the sudden action "Rub your clit. Better, do what I say," she says through clenched teeth.

you sigh in tears as your finger hits your clit, you rub hard and your legs continue to bend alexia stares at you watching your every move

Your lips open as a small sigh comes out, tears continue to trickle down your cheek as you finger yourself in front of your trusted girlfriend, "Stop crying, you're not making me soft," Alexia says a little angrily, "what's the problem," she adds as your, sigh grows heavier and your legs spread wider, your juices dripping onto the paint, your pussy throbbing as you gyrate.

"I couldn't make myself cum" you moan and Alexia starts to laugh "of course you couldn't because you're my slut and a little dumb thing that doesn't realize how dependent you are on me" she laughs and spits out you start to moan at her words of course you're all hers

"next time you wait for me before you do these stupid things and now turn around and stick your ass up in the air i want to see you cry some more"

[littlelovelunette]

reader w vi (who lets be real is a bit of a simp for her partner i mean she forgave cait so fast) after an argument or something and the reader refuses to let her touch her with out begging and reader being a bit mean to vi like cooing at her and teasing pleaseeee (ur writing is so good)

Impending Silence (3)

Thank you anon~ you guys really know how to feed my ego

Contains angst, fluff at the end

"Well, clearly you're scared of us being exclusive, why is that!? Are you having a secret affair!?" You yelled at her.

"No, I'm hurt you'd even think I'd cheat on you!" Vi said with a huff of anger, muscles flexing under the grey tanktop she had on. You rolled your eyes. It's been about an hour and you both have been going back and forth on the same topic.

In short, you wanted the relationship to be exclusive so other people would stop trying to ask you out and you'd be able to flaunt Vi off but Vi was afraid of doing it. You assumed deep down it was because she was a school athlete (no matter how many interschool plays she'd lost) and you were the head girl. Normally it would've been a wattpad fantasy, a trope.

But in reality, you both were worlds apart and the argument you both were currently having was only proving so. You were the student council president however no one termed you a nerd because you were still one of the popular girls. You had somehow managed to balance both parts of school life, but for Vi...

Let's just say sports was the only thing she thought she was excelling in, although her losing streak said somewhat otherwise. She wasn't the best in school either, usually skipping classes because she claimed being there and not being there does the same thing for her.

"I'm done arguing over this." You turned on your back and left the room, leaving the half-done bread on the kitchen counter. You had invited Vi over again and had been cooking for the both of you so you both could spend some quality time binge-watching something silly on Netflix and snacking.

Admist small talk somehow the topic of relationship exclusivity had popped up and now there was heated tension in the room, not just from the oven.

"Atleast turn off the oven." Vi sighed and did what she said, "You're gonna catch the house on fire, geez..."

Hours passed after the argument and you were now in your room, sitting cross-legged on a small single-seater sofa near the terrace, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. One leg dangling off the edge of the sofa, the other curled till your knees met your chest.

And then there was Vi.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, watching you like a sad kicked puppy.

Her usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by a pout that only deepened every time you ignored her.

“Babe,” Vi finally whined, dragging out the word like a kid begging for candy. “C'mon, I said I was sorry.”

You didn’t look up, biting back a smile. “Hmm. Don’t remember hearing an apology.”

Vi’s jaw dropped. “What? I said it like five times!”

“Don’t recall.”

Her hands fell to her sides, and she dramatically flopped against the double door closet with a loud thud, resting her forehead against the cool wood. “You’re killin’ me here,” she mumbled, turning her head just enough to peek at you. “Can you at least look at me?”

You kept scrolling, stifling a laugh. “Busy.”

Vi groaned, pushing off the closet and walking toward you. “You’re not even mad,” she muttered. “You’re just being mean.”

“Maybe.”

She stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of leather and whatever shampoo she used—something a little too chocolatey for your taste but so undeniably Vi.

Slowly, cautiously, she reached out and touched your knee. When you didn’t respond, she slid her hand up to your arm. “Babe… please.”

You pulled away just as her fingers grazed your wrist. “No touching.”

Vi’s jaw dropped again. “What?!”

You shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”

Her face crumpled into the most pathetic pout you’d ever seen, and she all but melted to her knees in front of you, grabbing at your leg in mock desperation. “You’re so mean,” she whined, resting her head dramatically against your thigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll say it a hundred more times if that’s what it takes.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, loving every second of this. “I don’t know… you didn’t sound very sincere.”

Vi’s head shot up, and she gave you the look—wide eyes, lips slightly parted, like you’d just shattered her heart into a million pieces. “Babe,” she whispered, all breathy and tragic. “I’m begging you.”

You finally broke, laughing as you reached down and ruffled her pink messy hair. “Alright, alright, relax. I’m messing with you.”

Vi blinked. “Wait… so you’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.”

Vi narrowed her blue eyes at you for half a second before tackling you back onto the sofa, peppering kisses along your neck and jawline, all while muttering, “You think you’re funny, huh? Real cute pulling that stunt—”

Between your giggles and her endless affection, the argument—if you could even call it that—was long forgotten.

"Exclusive?" You asked with a smile and Vi nodded, leaning her head against your chest as she curled up over your lap.

"Exclusive..."

[north-kieren]

What are some safety precautions you recommend scripting for mha drs? or anything you recommend scripting for mha/any dr in general

Us this was the first shifting question I've gotten on this account (I do not use Tumblr like I should.)

Anyway!!! Safety is sooo important for any Dr of yours! Mha specifically is a reality where you'll likely end up encountering some choppy waters more than often (cough villainy cough) or just be a part of/witness some gnarly shit.

Obviously, you probably know this which is why you're asking what are some things to script to make your shift a bit more comfortable in terms of safety. I think you all know that I'm definitely not the safestttt person in my Dr, getting into fights and leaving the country, doing shit that a kid still in first year highschool shouldn't. However! That just means I know PERSONALLY (oh no🙁) what things you should avoid and WHY.

1. I wanna say that whatever your Dr is like, vs. how YOU want to experience it? These safety precautions could differ. So, take these a sort through them as you think about your Dr with these in mind and take what you deem useful, and leave the rest.

2. If you're a pro hero/ teacher at UA. Mainly class 1A, but this goes for all classes. You absolutely will have to take responsibility when it's time to look after your kids. This goes for any situation, INCLUDING being an actual teacher you guys. Don't slack off when teaching these kids just because nothing life threatening and attention capturing is happening at that moment. What would happen if there were to be an emergency and your kids wouldn't know what to do because you lacked the sense to build a bond with those kids to know how they'd react to a situation like that? Or them not knowing how to proceed and possibly hurting themselves or others in the process, INCLUDING YOU!!! whatever class u teach or look after, please keep in mind that these are real children, there to learn from YOU.

3. Student at UA! You're probably well aware about your activity with quirks during the school days and with each other throughout the years. Class 1A,1B, General Studies, no matter. You'll probably end up doing SOMETHING that revolves around quirk usage or something of the sort. This is dangerous how? Itself isn't dangerous no, but sometimes (especially since all of y'all's Drs are so personal and unique = unpredictable) you will likely know personally that the metahuman society is

I N T E N S E. UA does an OUTSTANDING job at giving the students (and teachers. Rip aizawa's elbow.) a taste of that intensity. And get this!!! That's only a small bit of the ONE category (hero life) OUT OF HUNDREDS!!! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS 😂😂🥲🥲. When I say intense, I don't mean like fighting for ur life everyday (except for the times that u do, indeed fight for ur life 🌚) I mean it in a sense that you'll face certain things in your Dr that you would've never given thought towards before. You'll experience life there and deal with society's mess just like you do in your Cr. SO ! The safety precaution I think you should keep in mind is to just be prepared. Script that before anything super big/impactful happens - you're given time and resources to properly address the upcoming issues that way you have everything you might need to make it out as unscathed as possible. Whatever form that may take, both physical and mental.

4. Be prepared to have a life outside of your class (assuming again that you're a student at UA). Take me for example, 99% of my content/storytime and main shifting experiences shared are almost ALWAYS outside of UA workings and my relationship with my friends and family. If you're not a student, STILL. Specifically for people who intend to be independent or even a part of something big like a villain organization for example. Anything really, you will need to understand that you have your own life to pay attention to-take care of.

5. Your actions/decisions hold value. They WILL have consequences you guys. This is the reality pretty much everywhere, you make a choice and things happen because of that choice. This isn't bad, nor is it good - it's just the way things work. You script that your body doesn't react to poisonous quirks? Cool. Expect some kind of condition or something SPECIFIC that allows this to happen. You choose to become a teacher? Amazing! Now you have the responsibility of teaching and guiding your children. You're a villain? Fine! You will learn fairly quickly what a villain's life would look like and learn to accept it (or decide it's not for you, of course that's always a possibility). This could go on forever, the point is that you will always find that there are things that you probably didn't account for while shifting to a place such as MHA, and that's OK! just keep it in mind is all, this helps with keeping your Dr on a realistic and very real place in your mind.

This is wayyyyy too long whoops. Anyway!!! I'll be posting my Tik Toks on here starting today, probably later so sorry for the incoming spam🥲.

[melodic-haze]

haii!! I really like ur arle fic ^_^ could you write smth for sub yelan? can be a thirst :)

☆ — SONG TITLE: Safe and sound

☆ — PAIRING: sub!Yelan x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: Hurt with comfort, fluff, NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: MIGHT be ooc bc by GOD do I barely remember things now, gn but she calls you "doll" so there's that, praise kink, body worship, soft sex :3, fingering to cunnilingus pipeline, does it count as semi-public if you have sex in the bedroom interior thing of the pharmacy, silly banter bc I think sex is silly❗️❗️❗️

☆ — NOTES: HIII YAYYY THANK YOU 🫶🫶🫶 I absolutely can anon❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ I need Yelan in my life so baaaad. Also do they even have actual hospitals in Liyue cuz Bubu Pharmacy's.....a pharmacy 😓 idc pretend they have patient rooms

☆ — WORD COUNT: 3,875 wtf

You told yourself that you knew what you were getting into, when you began your relationship with Yelan.

She's a busy woman—when your girlfriend technically doesn't exist for the sake of keeping her job as the personal intelligence officer for the Tianquan, you didn't really have a choice but to accept that things would be.. inconvenient for both you and your relationship.

You knew there would be risks. You knew that in order to make this work, the both of you had to reconcile with the fact that neither of you are completely safe from the possible consequences that came from her working in the more definitely-not-legal clandescine side of peacekeeping. One wrong move and she, the hunter, could get hunted.. and you could easily be used as bait.

You both knew that, and neither of you took it lightly. Obviously not; one stupid mistake and whatever cover she had on would be uprooted and someone would get hurt. But it's easy to admit that with how proficient your lover is with her work, the danger seems oh so far away...

Which makes the falling action hit all the more harder, because hope is a painfully fragile thing.

You're a storyteller at the Heyu Tea House, much like Liu Su is. Perhaps you could've worked at Yanshang, considering your very intimate connection with its owner, but such closeness risked turning you into an accessory people could exploit to reach their target. Those who've witnessed you consider you a talent—you had a way of weaving words together at a second's notice, your voice the only element needed to transport the public's focus and imagination to another world.

Yelan had admired that silver-tongued quality of yours.. or, as she had joked about more than once, your delightful skill with your mouth. The joke aside, it was something that you two had in common, except you told tales of the brave and the bold with freedom and joyous passion while she told tales of ever-shifting identities to keep herself hidden as she did her job.

..But no tales of glory could ever reassure you when a messenger brought news of Yelan's state, no tales of security could keep you above the ocean of overwhelming dread.

You had to rush over to Bubu Pharmacy, not caring that you were leaving work and all the tea house's patrons behknd when you had just been told that she was in critical condition. What kind of state is she in? How did it happen?

By the time you get there, you were almost ready to burst into the interior before Herbalist Gui steps in the way, "Wait, wait. Who--"

"Where.." you heaved, having just ran basically from one end of the Harbor to another, "where is she? Yelan? Inside, yes? I have to--"

"Slow down."

"But she's in critical--"

"Assuming you're the one I've been told to wait for, she was in critical condition. She's recovering, at the moment.. though Dr. Baizhu himself was tasked to brief you about it inside."

The feeling of relief was small and momentary but comforting, "Then can I see her? Please?"

He nodded before opening the door himself, "Just don't rush in like you were about to."

With a hum of affirmation, you stepped inside, eyes darting around to find your lover before eventually locking onto a certain bedridden figure in hushed conversation, along with Dr. Baizhu.. and Lady Ningguang.

Sure, it would've done you some good to act relatively composed in the Qixing's presence, but it's not like that was the time for it.

So instead you quickly walk over with urgency, the other two weren't much of a priority to you right now, "Yelan!"

She pauses before turning her head and smiles as she sees you approach, opening her arms to you, "Y/N, sweetheart, there you are..."

You move to quickly embrace her, burying your face in the crook of her neck. Her familiar scent and her comforting warmth overtaking your senses and reassuring you that she is fine and she is NOT dying and--

You feel her wince before trying her best to cover it up, unintentionally prompting you to let go. You look at her with worry once again before you see her try to smile, though it looks more like a grimace to you.

"I'll be fine, you don't need to treat me like I'm made of glass." She then winks at you, as if she wasn't at all injured, "You know I like it rough, doll."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a huff despite the situation, "Your possible death bed isn't really the place to be joking like this..."

She shrugged, "On the contrary, I think this is the perfect time. I'm not dead yet, though."

"You could've been."

"You, indeed, could've been."

Both of you turned to look at the two briefly forgotten figures in the room, said two sporting small smiles befitting of their own nature. The doctor's snake, Changsheng, looks to the side as if disinterested but you see that there's some sort of pleasant glint on her eyes.

Baizhu starts off slow, as if speaking to a spooked deer, probably for your sake, "Unfortunately, Yelan's life was almost taken due to a mix of a poison build-up and bleeding out too much. We've.. had to keep her here in secret for a while in order to keep watch of her state. At least," he let out a light chuckle, "until she managed to stay conscious for longer than five minutes."

"It was a lot of trouble, you know." The albino snake hissed out, "Really had to keep an eye on her 24/7 in case she suddenly curled up and died more than she looked instead of just taking a nap."

"Now, my case wasn't that dire--"

"Barbaric as it is, I'll bite you and fill you with poison again if you say otherwise, human--"

"Before your pet snake threatens my agent's life a week after she almost died, might I suggest we hurry this along? I'm sure Y/N would like to be alone with your patient instead of witnessing this little farce of yours." Despite her words, Ningguang's lips had easily curled into a small smirk, her eyebrows slightly raised and her tone amused.

"Come now, you heard the Tianquan; no need to threaten the patient, Changsheng," Baizhu sighed as he softly nudged her head away with a knuckle. "The sooner we brief her other half over here, the sooner you can go, okay?"

The snake companion offered no other form of acknowledgement beyond a little huff before resting her head on Baizhu's shoulder.

"So..." You start, "You're telling me that she's been here for.. a week."

Ningguang nods.

"And nobody went to tell me."

The Tianquan let out a small sigh before lifting a hand to idly summon a few of her small gem constructs and swirling it around, "After thinking it through, we weren't necessarily left with a choice. She was in dire need of immediate help, everything else came after."

'Necessary' this, 'thinking' that, it was getting a bit infuriating, "If it was so bad then why send her in such a dangerous mission in the first place?!"

"It wasn't supposed to be."

You all turned to look at Yelan, who had been silently watching you on her bed, and you just now notice the slender hand that gently tugged down on your arm.

She then turns to the others with a smile, "I'll take the rest of the explanation. With my service, I think I'm at least owed some time alone with this sweetheart I'm holding onto right now."

Ningguang nods as Baizhu stands up, the both of them moving to leave. However, you hear the doctor call out as he closes the door, smug amusement practically radiating off his voice, "Don't exhaust her too much now!"

The door closes, leaving you two alone, and you couldn't help but cringe at the Doctor's remark as Yelan laughed. That moment only lasted for a few moments, however, before worry and dread came back to make itself known to you.

"I'm still mad, you know."

"I know, doll."

"And worried."

"Mhm."

"If you knew then why wasn't I told that you've been here this whole time?" You ducked your head as your hands sought to hold onto yoour lover's own, "You could've died nearby and I wouldn't have known until it was too late."

Her hands reciprocated your gesture, giving you a light squeeze, "Don't hate me."

"What for?"

"I was the one who told them not to say anything until I was all better."

"..But why?"

"It was something I arranged with Ningguang a while ago about you; if I'm ever in a really bad state, it should be kept secret until I either recover or.. well, you know."

"That's not telling me why."

"I was getting to that, sweetheart," she chuckled as she lifted one of your hands to press a small kiss on the back of it, "it's to protect you. I'm not risking my life to risk yours even more.. and I didn't want you getting worried or getting false hope in case I didn't get through. I wanted to come back to you injury-free."

You took pause, considering her words. You knew she was right, getting all wound up about something that would or wouldn't have come would've been.. stressful. And in doing so, there's a chance that you might be identified and used against her. It might be extreme, but it pays to be careful when your girlfriend's basically a spy.

"You still had me worried, though."

"Haha, yeah, I'm sorry."

"I almost knocked some poor patron's tea onto his lap from rushing out to see you and yet all you do is laugh it off."

Yelan snorted, "Really?"

"Yes? I don't have time to be careful when you could've been dead! What even happened?"

"I took a gamble on the whole thing and it ended up backfiring, that's all."

"..And I'm guessing that's all you'll tell me?"

"Until I get the all-clear, yes. Sorry, love."

"That's fine. It's.. the same old. I just wish you were more careful."

"Mm. I said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

You look up at her to reply but you stop in your tracks as you see the way she's looking at you.

Her eyes, coloured a dazzling aquamarine, looked at you with such love and care. Coupled up with that easy, relaxed smile, it reminds you of why you're willing to put up with.. all this for the love of your life.

Your words are taken from you and you couldn't care less, not when she lets go of your hands and wraps them around your neck.

"I missed you," she says, and you can't help but melt.

"I missed you too. So much."

"Then can I..?"

Your eyes crinkled at the request, easily falling back into the dynamic you have with her, "We're not done talking about this. And you're not meant to be exhausted."

"I almost died, can't a woman get a reward for surviving a bad roll?"

"You could, but that's not how you ask."

Her voice turns airy yet raspy at your reminder, her tone simultaneously taunting and begging, "Please?"

"..Alright, fine then. Come here." And that's all you say before you both lean in, her arms slowly tugging you down on the bed with her as you follow through the movement.

Soon enough, you're on top of her as slow, gentle kisses progressed and increased in intensity, her hands wandering and grasping onto you as if you were her one lifeline, the reason why she lived. And perhaps you are, with the way she cherishes you and lets you do whatever you wish to her, both in body and soul. Your touch, in contrast to her uncoordinated movements, is gentle and unhurried as you make sure to be careful of possibly hurting the woman underneath you.

The both of you make relatively quick work in removing the clothes you have on, with more effort on your part due to your insistence in letting her lean back so that she doesn't accidentally strain herself. You almost regret it when you see the state of her body—the bruises are fading away faster than it probably would've, were it not for Baizhu's help, but the cuts...

"Even with the doctor's healing, they don't look too good, do they?" You hear Yelan muse, her ever so confident tone slightly tinged with a touch of self-consciousness, "You don't need to look at them, doll. I wouldn't--"

"No, they're.. beautiful."

She snorts again, an unsure smirk on her lips and a light pink dusting her cheeks, "Usually I'd agree, but those are recent gashes you're looking at."

"And?" You raised an eyebrow, "They may look a bit.. gnarly but you survived all of this. How can I not think they're beautiful? How can I not think you're beautiful?"

She doesn't say anything back, though you hear her exhale shakily before she pulls you back into another brief kiss. You don't stay there long, however, as you slowly make your way down: gently biting and licking her neck, playing and sucking onto her nipples with great care, kissing every scar and bruise and wound she's received in great reverence to the one you love, caressing every inch of her body...

Underneath you, Yelan squirms in pleasure and anticipation, her breathing deep and her skin flushed as you take your time in worshipping every single inch of her body. Her hips rock up in an effort to grind her clit up on your thigh. She was desperate—of all the places you decided to caress, you've yet to touch the one place she needed you the most after the whole time you've been apart. You knew this, and yet you kept going.

Yelan knew how to handle hard and rough, but she was lost when it came to soft and gentle.

"Please, babe," she practically moaned out, "Aren't you-- ah.. taking longer than... than usual..?"

You pressed a kiss on a closed wound as you grazed a nipple with your thumb, "Am I? I didn't realise you timed me whenever I had you at my mercy."

Her breath hitched at the movement, "No, just.. instinct... How long are you--"

"But I haven't shown how much I love every single inch of you yet."

"I think I'd get the message if y-- ohfuck... if you got to the main event."

You sported a mock pout, your words failing to hide your teasing intent that just wants to have her squirming for you, at least for a little while, "I haven't seen you in a good while, can't you let me savour you?"

You see her gulp, her eyes half-lidded before one of her hands move to comb her hair out of the way, "You have.. you have all of me, no matter what."

..That was enough, especially after finding out that you almost lost her.

Your hand grazed her skin as it travelled down to her core, your fingers lightly swabbing the slit to get a feel of the wetness accumulating in the apex of her thighs. "You're so wet... Maybe I should treat you like a fragile little princess more often, hm?" You couldn't help the remark as you rubbed circles on her clit and gave her what she wanted, especially when she lets out such a delicious whine.

"I need.. inside... Come on, now, sweetheart, I--"

"You were doing so well..." Your minstrations slowed down, earning another whine from who was supposed to be a mature woman, "What's the magic word, hm? We've gone through this."

She doesn't hesitate, "Please put.. put your fingers in me, I've needed you for s-so-- oh my fucking-- mmnf!"

You made quick work in finding someone's discarded panties—yours or hers, you couldn't care less right now—and using it as a makeshift gag to silence your lover when you finally sink your fingers into her wet, hot pussy. "I don't know if you remember since apparently you've been here the entire time, but we're not home right now. So I suggest you try your best to stay quiet."

"That is," you continue with a raised eyebrow, keeping your hand still inside her and practically relishing in her pleading gaze, "you can keep quiet, right? I wouldn't want us to be a disturbance so if you can't, then..."

You make a point to remove your fingers at an agonising pace, its presence leaving just as soon as it came, but her hand reaches out in an effort to keep you inside. You see her shaking her head 'no', though she doesn't let out a sound.

"Good girl," and you plunge your fingers in once again as some sort of makeshift punctuation to your brief praise, to which you could feel her hips buck sharply into your hand in response.

Your lips and your unoccupied hand wandered around her body, as if making sure that she was there with you and actually alive instead of whatever worrying condition she was in. And really, if it weren't for some lucky stroke of luck, she wouldn't even be here in your arms right now.

You knew the risks of being with her but that didn't mean you liked it—the thought of losing your lover was...

"..Mm?"

You looked at her and you see a questioning yet knowingly sympathetic look in her eyes, and that's when you realise that you had unconsciously stopped moving entirely.

She moves her hand, though it isn't to remove the makeshift gag in her mouth. Rather, she moves it to softly brush her knuckles on your cheek, reassuring you of her present existence without words.

..You needed her just as much as she needed you.

With a pleasant hum, you kissed her again before moving your head down and leaving a trail of kisses in your wake. You stop at her glistening core, wet with slick and anticipating your next move from the way it squeezes down on your unmoving digits, before you descend further and give her clit a slow, tentative lick. The effect is immediate—you hear her let out a muffled gasp as her hands dart to the back of your head.

Her reactions have always been a delight to witness because of how it was always such a gamble to you; was she going to try holding it in or was she going to be so expressive that you have to keep her still? Was she going to be a good girl and follow every little thing you say or was she going to be a brat and defy you until you've broken her in? But this time it's delightful in a different way—your entire exchange is so utterly intimate and caring and reassuring for the both of you.

And the effect on her is also delightful too. Putting her hands on your head and alternating between gripping it tight and massaging your scalp as you consumed her entire being, murmuring sweetly broken-apart words of her love for you as she tries to quiet down for you, pulling you closer by wrapping her legs around your head and never letting you go while her body twitches and reacts at your every minstration... For once, she doesn't know what to do, simply laying there as a helpless pile of need and desire that's being wound up tight with care until she possibly can't anymore.

When your fingers curl up into that one specific spot as you sucked on her clit just the right way, you feel her finally snap and let go before you hear it.

It happens in such a mesmerising sequence; her breath hitches once more as her body locks in place for a mere second before she bucks her hips and shakes uncontrollably. Her hands claw on your scalp and her thighs squeeze you tighter, practically closing up any space to breathe and yet you don't care—you happily continue on with your movements and help your lover ride through her much-needed orgasm. Then that's when you hear her garbled screams, the makeshift gag in her mouth definitely not enough to contain the sound, mixed with "I love you"s and scrambled words of gratitude as she rides out her high.

It takes a while, but eventually she settles down. Yelan's grip on you softens up and you are given room to move off her and finally breathe (not as if you were complaining, in the first place). So you extract yourself from her lower body, though not without cleaning her slick up with careful licks as you slowly took your fingers out as to not overstimulate her further. You licked your own fingers clean right after with a little wink at her and you see her roll her eyes with a smile as she takes the panties out her mouth and puts them aside, the expression complimented with a blushing tint on her cheeks.

You kiss all the way back up her body until you reach her lips, and a hand goes up to cup your cheek as you share this tender moment together between you. And when your lips break apart, your body doesn't follow—instead, you lie beside her with both your limbs tangled up together and never letting go. You would have lied down on her but you didn't want to put pressure on her still-recovering body.

Neither of you speak for a little while, satisfied with simply hearing the sounds of each other's breathing. Of her breathing, an indication that she's alive and with you at this present moment. It's so easy to just.. close your eyes and fall into a comfortable slumber with your partner right here with you.

But eventually, Yelan manages to form her words, "I missed that."

You raised an eyebrow, "What, the sex?"

"Well, yes. You're a natural, sweetheart. But no, I meant being with you."

"..Me too."

...

"There is.. one more thing I want to do."

"And what's that?"

And she turns to look at you with that dazzling sea of aquamarine blanketed with a warm, loving gaze, "Rest. With you."

The smile that stretches your lips isn't enough, could never be enough, to express the happy warmth that blossomed within you, "We can do that."

You don't do it immediately; you've had to briefly extract yourself to put your own clothes back on and help Yelan with hers (despite her insistence that she can do it herself) because the least you two can do is look somewhat presentable in case someone comes in. But when you finish up and you come back to bed with her, it doesn't take all that long for peaceful exhaustion to overtake you.

The last thing you see is Yelan's live, blissful expression of happiness, something one wouldn't expect from someone in her line of work and yet there it was.

And it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

(And when you wake, you see her snoring lightly with her lips slightly apart.

And you wouldn't want to trade this—her—for anything.)

[mymailody]

carmine is!!!! she's such a sore loser with anger issues and a huge heart. and i wouldnt have it in any other way.

she didn't want tourists to ruin the small village where she grow up but she can't help but be fond of you.

she thinks she's too pretty for her own good (she is)

she has a little bit of an ego and will charm her way out of every problem she puts herself into

she doesnt measure the consequences of her actions and will say the most out of pocket shit without thinking twice

but at the end of the day she has a huge heart and a lot of personality. she wants to help and will always go the extra mile to do so, even if she doesn't want you to know. shes sassy, a loudmouth and a troublemaker and she's everything I didnt think she would be and everything I want her to be and more.

scarlet and violet keep proving to me that the real treasure is the friends you make along the way, especially those who come into your life uninvited and unexpectedly and end up leaving a huge mark. my dear carmine ur so cool, we will see each other again.

[curtisberzattos]

the small detail in the book that darry checks ponys math hw every night because he's really good at math always makes me emo bc even in their personalities it makes sense that darry is analytical/math and ponyboy is really good at english/ writing. and even that darry was waiting next to his bedside when pony was unconscious in bed like ahhghgd luckily all the bway actors totally embody the characters or i would rly miss those details in the musical. what are ur hc about paul and darrys friendship? bc any "which could mean nothing" relationship is sacred to me!!

WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING!!!! god paul and darry where do i even begin. all of my thoughts for them can be summed up by this:

anyways.

•clear path- the front bottoms core friendship

•they are very art donaldson/patrick zweig coded to Me. in the sense that their shared interest (a sport) brought them together and they never really examined their relationship outside of that context. "we're not talking about tennis" "what the fuck else do i have to talk to you about?" but make it football

•their friendship was never very emotionally deep. toxic masculinity and all, discussions of feelings/worries/anything too personal were super rare

•paul’s love language is gift giving but he plays it off like he has too much junk and doesn't need it so darry doesn't feel bad about taking it. darry's love language is quality time- practice, studying, lounging around, anything.

•^ the one exception is the madras shirt. that was originally given out of pity because paul noticed that darry acted like a soc, but his style gave him away as a greaser and paul didn't really wanna be seen with him like that (he got over it tho because darry cant just wear that one shirt every day)

•darry had a crush on him. he didn't know it and always interpreted those feelings as being irrationally jealous of paul. do i wanna be him or be with him stuff. was it reciprocated? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

•that being said, they are chronically envious of each other. darry is jealous of paul economically (he hates being poor) and paul is jealous of darry socially (he want to be as well liked as darry is)

•they begin falling out of touch after graduating. when paul goes to college he pretty much gets a whole new friend group, all but cutting darry out and replacing him

•nail on the coffin (no pun intended) is when he doesn't come to the curtis parents' funeral. that's when darry decides to hate paul because being angry at him is easier than mourning his best friend alongside everything else he's lost

•paul, who is kinda oblivious does not recognize this as the consequences of his own actions, resents darry for unilaterally deciding their friendship is over

• all that being said, i think an eventual reconciliation is possible. it'd definitely take many years post canon, but maybe one day when they're older and wiser they can work it out in the remix <3

(also that detail of darry checking pony’s homework is one of my favorite things EVER i've written about it at length: shameless plug)

[graceofgondor]

hello!! first off, i love ya. ur mindddd!!! as a member of charginny nation, i thought it only fitting to go to the president of charginny with my query. i was thinking, as one does, when an idea hit me, so i was naturally curious about your opinion; how does charlie/ginny compare to ferris/sloane (ferris bueller's day off)? of course, i love them both soososo much, but i couldn't ignore the similarities between them (slightly tryhard extroverted boy who pulls big stunts x endlessly cool girl of few words). thoughts? xx

hii!! i love you too <33 thank you for the ask i immediately was so intrigued, this is such a good question!!

so to put it simply, i do think you have a point! on the surface, the dynamic is really similar, but i definitely want to talk about it in more detail because i do have my thoughts.

to start off with my main point, as i'm sure you have as well, i've seen quite a few people compare charlie and ferris in the past. which, again, is a valid point, they do have a lot of similar tendencies and hell, they even kind of talk the same. but i still have a bone to pick with it when it comes to the deeper levels and i'll tell you why.

there's something i've learned about ferris over the years in consuming the movie periodically (and also having the infamous revelation that i relate to cameron more than anyone else, which i feel many of us agree upon) but that realization is that despite his charm, he is inherently selfish and a bit ignorant to what's going on with others, specifically in the moment. now, obviously he cares for cameron and sloane, and i think he has some kind of slight arc by the end, because yes, he gains perspective and has the whole college and future reflection. but when it comes to his actions, he tends to assume there won't be consequences, or that he'll simply skate by them. to where, i feel like charlie contrasts here.

if you watch charlie throughout dps, it becomes apparent that despite his external charisma coupled with undying wit and confidence, its actually all a front. and i've obviously discussed this multiple times on this blog, it's like beating a dead horse at this point. but my point here is that charlie does at least 85% of what he does with his friends in mind, with others in mind. he definitely can be careless, hence with the annual incident, but even then he was more than willing to take the fall for everyone else, no matter the cost. and because of mr. keating, because of neil, perhaps even because of ginny herself, charlie quickly comes to learn that carelessness won't get him far, and that boldness and action need to have a purpose in their intent. ergo—to not choke on the bone.

i don't think ferris is aware of this. by the end of the film, its likely he'll still skip class, slack off, he'll still have the confidence that his stunts will work regardless of the effect (not that that's bad, evidently the point of the film is quite opposite of dps at times). so oddly enough, i find that charlie has much more maturity than ferris, not to say that he won't have his moments over time, but i think something about his role as the protector/hero, especially after neil's sudden passing, puts him at a higher level of complexity as a character, and as i said a higher level of maturity as well. i think especially when it comes to things like ginny, charlie ends up having much more of a purpose with what he's doing towards the end/post narrative.

now, to discuss ginny and sloane. these differences are evidently more slight, and obviously a lot is left up to interpretation, given the lack of true narrative for both of them. from what i gather, neither of them have much time for the superficial, they want something real, with substance, from the get go that's obvious either way. and i think that's a small part of why charlie and ferris do it for them, like man, this guy knows how to live. and it seems for the both of them, life was kind of boring before then to begin with, so that person helped them to develop and grow and vice versa.

but it's the same thing where, i don't really think reality has hit sloane yet, at least not as hard as it theoretically did for ginny. while she is committed, i think sloane worries more about the fleeting and fun side of things, i mean, its pretty much all her and ferris seem to do—have fun. she initially scoffs at the idea of marriage, like it's something she can't even think about yet. to where ginny seems more concerned to slow down, to appreciate the mundane, while still obviously relishing in charlie's endeavors. i think she's more practical, she doesn't love charlie because he's amusing, because that would make her like anyone else if that was all she cared for.

to put it simply, sloane is more inclined to join ferris in the rush, while ginny reminds charlie that life doesn't always have to leave him reeling. now, sloane definitely offers ferris perspective, and that's something worth mentioning, but i just think the dynamic is slightly different there. maybe just deeper on one end.

ultimately i think it's what they've been through. aside from preparing for college and watching cameron's situation from the outside, sloane and ferris haven't experienced much hardship yet, things have been fairly smooth sailing for them, despite close calls. all charlie and ginny have known is independence, expectation, and plain suffering. between the rigidness of their respective schools, their parents, pressure, and neil's passing (along with everything attached), they've had to sustain a lot more. and they both relate to each other there. with the two of them meeting so near such a life-altering event, i think that immediately set the scene for them to develop and be so vulnerable a lot quicker, while i honestly think ferris and sloane still have time left for that.

[sexhaver]

i wanna prod at ur catholic confession post actually. like yes, murder and child rape is obviously bad and there is an inherent problem with how the catholic church shields abusers. but i think removing some of the restrictions of what a priest can or cannot say about a confession could cause some problems. like, for example, how a lot of priests considerer LGBT people to be child abusers/predatory! hypothetically if the cath church made it so preists could openly condemn confessions guilty of child abuse, and if the church considers identifying as LGBT as child abuse, then that could cause problems if someone confessed to IDing as gay/trans. or alternatively, what if someone confesses to killing a rapist/sexual abuser. a priest could use that confession to testify against them and get them imprisoned. is it ok to imprison people for murdering their abusers? idk, but i dont like the idea of the catholic church having that power having a blanket statement that priests cant mention ANY confessions makes it *slightly* more immune to corruption IMO. obviously i dont think this solution is perfect, but my alternative would be to dissolve the catholic church entirely, and i dont think thats happening anytime soon.

well as you point out there isn't really a good solution to this, and that is because the idea of confession is inherently dumb as fuck. everything the catholic church considers a sin falls into one of three categories:

failing to be pious enough (forgetting to pray, missing church, taking the Lord's name in vain). keeping these secret is fine because they aren't, like, actual crimes, and in small + devout enough communities there are definitely priests who would gossip about to their neighbors if not for the confessional seal.

really cool and good activities that are only an issue if you were raised to believe that they would send you to eternal neverending torture after death (jacking off, being gay, having premarital sex, getting/considering an abortion). these should obviously be kept secret because they're embarrassing and potentially dangerous. however, this is kind of a moot point, because any decent person (priest or otherwise) would understand this without needing a confessional seal making it official. so these need the seal to stop the average priest from tattling to a kid's parents when they confide in them.

actual literal crimes with prison sentences and everything (rape, murder, manslaughter, assault). you should not be telling anyone about these if you can help it. what the fuck guys. this isn't even an ethics thing, this is a "don't be fucking stupid" thing. if you murdered your abuser and got away with it, good for you! now shut the fuck up about it because murder is still illegal. is the guilt eating you alive so badly that you need absolution from God about it (cringe)? do what Protestants figured out centuries ago and cut the middleman out of the equation by talking to the J.C. directly via personal prayer! yes i am aware this is heretical. if you care about heresy more than getting caught you are stupid.

so looking at the three points above, the best argument in favor of confessional seal that i can formulate is "sure, it allows murderers and abusers to literally have their actions condoned by God with the explicit guarantee of never being held legally accountable or even changing their behavior (just say a few Hail Maries), but think about the consequences of removing it! priests would be even MORE bigoted than they already are! some of them might even GOSSIP!" like hm, okay, i hear you, you make some excellent points, i think we should nuke the Vatican

[arinninjagosleftovers]

Not ur DMs but oh man!! Do I have a character analysis to dump upon you. I’m not gonna do a ton of editing, but I do wish to share.

Oh bro, Q!Foolish is so cool as a character. Him and BBH are literally both insane in the exact same way, but with such different views on morality. It results in wildly different ideas of themselves and the world around them!

Foolish is selfish and he knows it, but he also loves his family dearly. He will do anything to protect the people he cares about even though that circle is pretty small. Anyone outside the circle is fair game tho. (BBH is an exception because he’s trusted, but Foolish and him love endangering each other for sport). By “fair game,” I mean Foolish will actively throw anyone under the bus just because he feels like it. Honestly doesn’t even have to be for any particular gain. He will absolutely do things just to see what happens. He acts like a morally grey immortal who doesn’t quite understand how normal people think anymore.

At the same time, a lot of his actions do have motives. A big part of his character is that Foolish just wants rare/unique items and will do nearly anything (including endanger others) to get them. He sees the island as a game to win, which makes it easy to not care about consequences for himself and others. He’s not malicious and he doesn’t seek to cause others pain, but will still do things knowing full well they could harm. He also fully accepts other people seeking retribution for his actions, because he’s got a “fair is fair” type mentality. He will simply deal with whatever consequences float his way for his actions.

Because Foolish is aware of his selfishness, he will never try and take a moral high ground. He doesn’t think he’s a morally just person, and he doesn’t care to be. He cares about chaos for the sake of fun, doing things to get him stuff, and protecting those he loves.

(Also, Foolish & Jaiden as people are both the embodiment of chaotic neutral. Everything they do together is fun as Jaiden enables the hell out of any idea Foolish has. Morality be damned, they just wanna be menaces for the sake of it.)

Also also, Foolish is actually smarter than he appears and presents himself. He’s actually a strategist at heart, but will only use it for his own personal gain and often under the table lol. He’s silly, but he uses that to play all fields and knows how to keep things secret. His behavior will often trick others into underestimating him, but unfortunately also leads to people fundamentally not understanding him or his motives.

Idk,, I stay spinning these Minecraft people in my brain like a microwave lol. I could probably give similar level analysis on a handful of my other main QSMP people, but yeah. Foolish is especially cool to me because people who have zero illusion about being morally fucked by normal standards are soooo interesting! It’s a very atypical way to aproach the world not giving a shit about morality while also being zero percent malicious. His /goal/ isn’t ever to hurt people for the sake of it, he’s just a means to an end kind of guy. He’s neat because about him and his explanation for his actions tends to embody a genuine sense of neutrality in the most insane way possible.

god this is so cool

I really want to watch more of Foolish’s vods to really get a grasp of him and I can’t really add onto this much at all but oh anon I appreciate so much. Thank you for this meal of a character analysis served on a silver platter

I think the type of morally grey Foolish is, is by the far the most fun to me. It’s that loyalty to these select few people and that loyalty will not change unless extreme circumstances causes it to. So so interesting. And also like. Him being friends with others but if given the popular he will screw them over? That’s hilarious. Good for him, doing things for the bit and for his own personal gain. I wouldn’t, probably, but selfish characters are soooooo… rotating around inside my head.

[fairyboygenius]

everywhere, everything

simon “ghost” riley/original female character

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maisie speaks: so. hello. the brainworms for these two are back. gonna start trying new things formatting wise also!! things ramp up here and we learn allie’s backstory

cw: alcohol, one (1) mention of weed, mentions of emotional abuse, allusions to mommy & daddy issues, one mention of abortion, allusion to religion/religious trauma

@dwarvenagenda ur just gonna permanently get tagged so i hope ur cool with that

fic under the cut love u all mwah mwah

“So he faked his death because you dumped him?”

Allie shrugged. “I mean, I don’t think that’s the only reason. Also, he dumped me.”

Kyle looked at her, a little smirk on his face. “It’s funnier that way, though. Commander Philip Graves got dumped, couldn’t handle it, and he faked his fucking death so he wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation.”

Allie rolled her eyes, crossing and uncrossing her legs for what felt like the fifth time that night. The worn down leather of the pub booth was sticking to the backs of her thighs, and she feared for her ability to get up otherwise. Besides, she wasn’t a small woman. And she was sandwiched between two objectively large men. She felt strapped in, Velcroed to the booth. All she could really do was sip her drink. “He had also majorly fucked y’all over. Philip’s never been one to face the consequences of his actions.”

“So he fucked you over, fucked us over, and then faked his own death?” Kyle shook his head. “What an absolute prick.”

Allie let out a short laugh. “Tell me how you really feel, Garrick.” She took another swig of her drink- a Pimms, some sort of sweet British cocktail. This was her second. “It’s alright, though. I’m almost over the shock of him still being alive. At least I get more time to prepare myself for that inevitable, awkward encounter when we go.”

Chicago had been postponed indefinitely. Faulty intel combined with the most insane weather even for mid-January would do that. Despite everyone’s bloodlust for Makarov- and to a lesser extent, Graves- Laswell had refused to send them.

“Well, whatever.” Gaz raised his glass to Allie, and she raised hers in return. “To Philip Graves’ slow and painful death, hopefully at our hands.”

“Hear, hear,” Allie responded dryly.

“But don’ ye think that it’ll just draw out the inevitable?” Soap was studying her, that predatory gleam still in his eye. Allie had noticed this about him; he was like a dog with a bone. She had the urge to point out the gaggle of pretty college students at the table by the window.

Allie took a deep breath, sipping her cocktail again. “How long was your longest relationship, Soap? Because I was with him for almost ten years.”

He winced, sensing where this was going. ��Fair point, lassie. Y’want another round?” Without waiting for an answer, he scooted out of the booth and headed over to the bartender. Allie excused herself soon after, heading outside to smoke a cigarette, Lola trotting happily beside her.

She settled on a bench, taking a few deep breaths and stroking Lola’s head. Allie had known this was coming. Ever since the reveal, her teammates had regarded her like she had a secret weapon. Some wealth of experience they wanted to learn about, a trauma they wanted to pull from her with alcohol and the occasional gummy (Price, surprisingly, was fond of them after a long day- or so she’d heard). Meanwhile, she’d kept herself locked up tight, wondering where the boundaries were. Was this appropriate? Would they overreact? Would they underreact, or dismiss what she had gone through? Would their camaraderie with Graves- soured as it was- override the friendship she wanted from them?

“Room for one more?”

She looked up at the wall of a man standing in front of her. Ghost (Simon- it was in his file) looked right back down at her, not even faltering when she broke eye contact. Allie shifted over, giving him a little nod. She lit her cigarette, remembering the purpose for her break outside. He crutched over to the bench and eased himself down, clearly getting better at the transferring.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of them. Ghost smoothed a gloved hand over Lola’s head, and Allie gave him a small smile. Lola, always happy to get the attention, leaned her head on Allie’s thigh. They took twin drags, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air surrounding them.

“You can tell them to back off,” he finally said, letting the words settle in the air between them. Simon’s voice was deep and rough, the unique accent- Manchester, she had learned- thickened by a glass or two of bourbon.

“I get why they’re curious.” Allie took another drag. “It’s… After getting space from him, I’ve realized that the whole relationship is soiled. He’s a manipulative little shit-weasel.” This earned her a chuckle. It was over quick, but it was there. She tucked it away, holding it in the Ghost-shaped space he’d taken in her brain. “And this is going to sound horrible, but I was glad he was dead. I felt the same way when my mom died. I don’t hate either of them, but the thought of never having to see or hear from him again was… nice.” Here, she let out a bitter laugh. “Like when my mom died, and part of me was just glad I’d never hear her voice anywhere but my head again. Or when I left for basic and knew I wasn’t bound to Sunday service at my dad’s church. There’s a freedom there.”

“Felt the same way when my dad passed.”

The silence settled over them once again. Allie took another drag of her cigarette at the same time Simon did, the synchronicity calming. They felt linked- connected, moving at the same time. She tried not to think about “mirroring”- a sign of attraction, or so she’d heard.

“Didn’t think anyone in healthcare smoked,” Simon nodded at the cigarette, dangling from her fingertips.

“‘S more self destructive than anything.” Allie laughed, bitterly. “Phil got me into it during basic. Now I’m hooked. I wouldn’t encourage it for anyone else, but I was 18 and wanted to impress him.”

The look she got from him- neutral, just barely interested- caused her to explain. “He’s eight years older. He came to do mentoring for stealth training, saw me, and saw something that he wanted to exploit.”

He gave a nod, almost saying, Continue. How much do you want to know? Allie tried to say back, but her expressions never seemed to communicate the minutiae of her thought.

“I don’t want to get into it, but just for the record, I believed him when he said we were doing good.” Allie laughed bitterly. “I just knew that my job was to help people who were hurting, and he presented himself with an open wound to be filled.” And her heart had ached in return. Love me, it had said as it pulsed, oozing blood as she held it out to Graves. Love me. And he had been good at pretending to do just that.

“He’s a good actor,” Simon finally said. He squinted at her. “Did you come with him to Los Almas?”

Okay, Allie. Let it out. It had been a year, but this part was still hard to talk about. The only person who knew was her therapist. “He dumped me right before. Left me at the base because-“ She took a deep breath, realizing the abortion was not a story to tell this early in a relationship-platonic or romantic. “Anyway. He took another medic with him, and come to find out she was hooking up with him the whole time I was involved in Shadow Company. Then he… well. Pretended to die.”

“Prick.”

“For sure.”

“You deserve better.” The words seemed to tumble out of Simon’s mouth, and he looked almost taken aback. Allie felt her cheeks heat. She’s almost certain her bare shoulders are cherry-red. The decision to put on a sundress under her oversized denim jacket was clearly foolish- made by someone still used to mild Texan winters.

“Thank you,” she managed to say, pulling the jacket tighter around her, hoping to burrow inside.

“Are you still in love with him?” This also caught her off guard- something Simon seemed to be good at. He also caught himself off guard- Allie could tell by the way he cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Someone was going to ask.” She took a deep breath, before a long drag of her cigarette. “I’m not, no. Was actually just starting to put myself back out there before Kate called me. And I’m not sure you know this, but it’s hard to get a date when your entire life revolves around spending time with four large men.”

“We’re very lucky,” Simon said dryly, eyes crinkling at the corners as she laughed. He touched his nose, drawing both their attentions to the brace there. “Thanks for this, by the way.”

“Was just doin’ my job.”

His phone buzzed with a text, breaking the bubble of peace they had cultivated. Allie shivered as he looked down, the cold suddenly hitting her bare legs. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin. Without even pausing, Simon slipped the thick leather jacket he was wearing off, holding his hands out for the denim one.

“You don’t have to.” Inside, Allie was giddy. She wasn’t sure, but she could imagine that there was a stupid smile on her face- it had been a while since she was flirted with like this. She shrugged off her jacket anyway, wondering if Simon had any idea how obvious he was being. “Won’t you be cold?”

“‘M used to it. Run cold.” He took the denim jacket as she shrugged it off, passing her the leather one. Allie let out a sigh of relief as she pulled it on. It’s still oversized on her- well worn leather, smelling of smoke and either whiskey or bourbon. Phil had always bought new jackets a couple sizes too small. He wasn’t nearly as broad or tall, his hands not even big enough to cup one of her breasts fully. She had a feeling Simon could do that with no problem. She also distinctly felt those amber eyes lingering on the expanse of her collarbone, the slightest hint of cleavage. He definitely saw the tattoos littering her arms and shoulders.

She willed the blush on her cheeks to go down and stuffed her hands into the jacket’s deep pockets. “What was the text?”

He started, pulling his phone out again to reread it. Weird. “Johnny’s apparently tryin’ to hit on some college girls. Wanted to know if I wanted to join.”

The butterflies in her stomach turned to dust. “Do you?”

He looked at her, eyes meeting her own. “No.”

It was only one word, but even so, the butterflies reassembled.

“Besides,” he said, his voice quiet. “Unlike some people, I don’t like sleeping with women a decade younger.” They both knew he meant Graves, but Allie’s mind flashed to their own age difference. She was about to turn 30, him 35. Was that too much for him? Where was his limit? Was she too young?

“You wanna head back in?” she asked. Lola nudged her nose against Allie’s leg, tail thumping against Simon’s thigh.

He shook his head, which made her laugh. “If you insist.” He got up and went inside before she could say, No, I’m not insisting, I’m perfectly happy doing this with you every day for the rest of my life. So she got up anyway, brushed the dirt off her skirt, and headed back inside.

Allie tucked herself back into the booth, sitting right between Kyle and Simon. They watched as Johnny tried and failed to pick up one of the college girls, trying to hold back laughter at his expense. They had two more drinks each. She split a plate of “chips”(fries) with Kyle and gave him shit for not liking mayo. Price bought her a whiskey as a welcome gift. She swished the amber liquid- same color as Simon’s eyes-around in her mouth and tried not to think about losing them.

This was what she would do now, after all. The 141 had her for six months. Then they could decide if they wanted her to stick around, and if not she’d go somewhere else. A week in and she already felt herself getting attached, unable to imagine her days without them. Without her next-door neighbor in particular.

They got back to base around two in the morning. Allie split off from the group, leaving them to play pool and yell drunkenly in the rec room as she headed to bed. She had just finished doing her skincare routine and was putting on pajamas when a piece of paper slid under her door. She unfolded it to see a message, chicken scratch handwriting in black ink.

gonna raid the kitchen

you want anything?

The note was signed “S.R.” and Allie rolled her eyes despite herself. Always so formal. She pulled out a pen and wrote back, handwriting slightly sloppy as it flowed from her liquor-soaked brain.

no thanks! i’ve got snacks in here. but feel free to come by the medbay and pick up some aspirin for the hangover tomorrow:)

She didn’t bother signing it, just slid it under her door before locking it and sliding into bed. Lola lay at the foot, already dozing even as Allie tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Simon’s jacket lay across her desk, and she could still smell cigarettes and whiskey (bourbon?) if she concentrated.

She drifted off to sleep thinking about amber eyes, big hands, and a rough accented voice in her ear.

[daily-tangotek-doodles]

ALRIGHTY SO. 2 of my ideas r just me grabbing songs n going holy shit ranchers. EXCEPT IT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE TRUST ME (do not trust me ever) I'm warning you now this is LONG. GENUINELY. unfortunately I'm always like that I yap alot about my ideas safe to say don't ask me abt my interests ever ur in for an hour of yapping and a wall of text jumpscare

okay so. artificial sweetener by drive45 reminds me of ranchers a bit. "We both know this is going to end. But your hair smells like strawberry so let's pretend. We'll speak our minds someday, we'll talk and act like adults. But for now you can stay and ignore results" REMINDS ME OF RANCHERS ALOT TBH. they knew they were gonna be out early especially with their early first death yet they decided to build a ranch and tried to survive!! they didn't think alot about the consequences of their actions (Tango summoning a warden to the surface n it following him and Jimmy instead of Scar, the whole horse thing, going to enchant which resulted in them losing their yellow life, etc etc generally the things that made them enemies in the eyes of others) and they weren't prepared gear wise so basically they were having a silly fun time without thinking of results!! also the song is so sploinky idk it just reminds me of them.

MOVING ON weathergirl by flavor foley. "Didn't you see the news today? I heard they said it looked like rain. All the words I left unsaid that day, Stained the sidewalk drop by drop with gray, oh. Rain or shine, my heart won't dry, So why can't I look away? The weather forecast's calling for another cloudy day" that and Tango's "You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go." now hear me out. they lost their last life so seperated from each other. they couldn't tell each other their last thoughts. or any last words of comfort to each other. just bam, dead. they totally had things left to say to each other that they never got to say. they died so far apart, so suddenly, Tango unaware of Jimmy fighting for his life all because of one small accident. okay so now the "rain or shine, my heart won't dry, so why can't I look away?" THEY'RE STILL STUCK IN THAT RANCH I SWEAR TO GOD like not even talking about double life here or anything. Jimmy saying Tango would like it if he showed his shoulders?? from his GTB skin? yeah they're still in that ranch I'm convinced. they're not letting go of it. they should go home. go. I think I HATE THEM SO MUCH NUKE THAT RANCH NOW!!! /j

third idea is quite silly and fun and not me torturing them. Tango is often like. blaze hybrid, fire elements etc etc right?? since in the empires/hc crossover Tango was using his dungeon master skin. and he was more ice being ish. what if like whenever he touched smth it would be affected by ice. I don't go empires so idk if the avian Jimmy carries over to there at ALL but if it does. Tango wearing gloves around Jimmy so he wouldn't accidentally hurt him or damage his wings by touching him. does that make sense wording isn't on my side today

-🐚 I've never felt so scared of sending an ask before AGHAHA I'M SO SORRY FOR MY WALLS OF TEXT if I ever send a short ask that's not me. /j

those first two thoughts hurt the me so bad, like, yeah. they kinda never got that closure at the end of double life but they lived blissfully and they had fun while they were still kickin. ALSO THEY NEVER LEFT THAT RANCH AND I'M SO SERIOUS ABOUT IT.

i'll have to check those songs out because i don't think i've ever listened to them :0c

(like any hybrid headcanon, it was kinda dependent on the person on whether or not jimmy was an avian during empires.) THAT IS SUCH A CUTE IMAGE THOUGH. tango just being so careful by putting on gloves before running his fingers through jimmy's feathers, it's just soft ;-;

[areallysaddog]

i like feeling small. curled up next to him all tiny. i know he likes that too. but he probably likes it in a weird messed up way. and by that I mean sexual. sex and arousal are not weird or messed up. i like the song like we'll never have sex. i like how it feels being curled up to him, sleepy and watching shows. i like how it feels when he takes care of me. i kind of wish i could trust him, or at least just humiliate myself to his friends without having to hear about it. I could say sorry I panicked when you kissed me, it's literally just bc I haven't done that in years and feel like i forgot how. except I can't bc while I know he will be nice in the moment I can't bare to live with the shame of knowing how much joy it'd bring him to share. he told me he told the girl he was with about me. I wish I could share this with my friends, but all of my friends are judging me and I know they are biased against him, instead of just being biased in favor of me. i love my coworkers who told me to go out and have fun but to be safe. they don't care about him. Nai even said he doesn't matter, if he cheated on his last gf okay, if this is what you need right now then this is for you. it's not about him. it's not about him it's about me. I needed to know that I could sit next to someone, knowing they wanted something from me, without feeling pressured to give it to them. I needed to know that I could trust my own physical body in a situation. I needed to know that I wasn't going to betray myself. again. i needed to know i can take care of myself. this isn't about youw or your friend who's ur enemy. this isn't about him. this is about me repairing my relationship with myself. trusting myself. I'll call off in the morning because I want to see. he thinks this is getting more serious or smthng. if I just avoid the pressure I'll never know how to handle it. I need therapy to deal with him AND youw. I. i think i could navigate him if YOUW weren't holding me back. I got so fucking anxious about you tonight I told him he should be worried about you. not as blunt as that and I'm sure he didn't take it seriously at all but. fuck. im am adult and I can make my own choices. that means I need to live with the consequences of my own actions too but. fuck. cutting me off bc I wanted to see if I had healed from being raped as a kid. thats kinda fucking me up mentally. bc even if he was over the moon at "being the trustworthy one after such a tragedy" he'd be fucking nice to me. so what his ego feels huge? does that negate the being nice to me? does that make everything he says a lie??? you would want me to believe yes. I don't want to blindly believe no. I can't find a shade of Grey without talking to him and I can't talk to him without incriminating you. misery sure loves company because random "i am kinda of upset about you rn. I'll explain later." messages is fucking torture. did HE get that message? was it just to ME? my name is redacted and I'm not wrong. I'm not wrong or disgusting or evil or morally bad. I'm a person. a person who wants to heal. a person who thinks maybe I can't heal from a traumatic sexual encounter by myself. it was a two person job when I got raped, even if i dissociated and pretended i wasnt there. if im always alone I'll always be safe. but I need to know if I can feel safe with another person. whatever. fuxk youw x

[moyazaika]

hiyaya! Guess whooooo 🕺🕺🕺

I know you've been on a semi-hiatus, I miss seeing your content! Hope you're taking time to take care of yourself! I feel the need for hiatus rn, honestly, I started college (again) and it's just. Sometimes I ask myself why I went back to school. You'd think 12 (13 if you count kindergarten) would be enough to put a dumb bitch like me 6ft under and then some.

jokes on them, I’m not even 6ft tall in platforms with my arms raised.

I've been watching some horror movies (as per usual) to prepare for fall (as per usual) and I have some new recommendations!

MWAHAHAHA you can't run from Hellraiser 😋 it got a 2022 remake and while it's not perfect, the cenobites are beautiful! Beautifully creepy. Of course.

Huesera: The Bone Woman is a super interesting and intense watch! It's a horror movie about generational trauma, specifically in Indigenous and Hispanic women. I loved it! It made me cry 😌

My third and final recommendation is older but for the guys gals and pals who like to indulge in some old Yandere goodness? It's a classic. It's called High Tension! It's a French horror movie from like 2012, but honestly? It’s kinda a Yandere blueprint. I know you're a big fan of intensely delusional characters who fail to mentally and emotionally process the consequences of their actions? This one's for you. I looooove High Tension, it's given me plenty of horrific inspiration! Besides, the antagonist kinda reminds me of a couple of your characters, I wonder if you can guess who…

That's all from me! Hope you and the other lovely people of tumblr are enjoying the beginning of fall!

-🕺 anon

NONNIEEEEEEE i missed youuuuu

i need you to know that every time you send me an ask i always end up adding the recs u give me to my notes app for when i graduate this year!!! and i will be sinking my teeth into everything!!!

whhhh i hope college is going okay! i still don’t get why it exists because in aus we just go to uni straight out of hs but it sounds like such a fun time u better be making the most of it 😝😝

i hate to be That Guy. but.. you’re so small 😭 wdym not even with platforms and ur arms raised??? also life update my younger cousin outgrew me. he’s 17. hes 6”3 now. chat am i cooked.

a horror movie about inDIGENOUS WOMEN GENERATION TRAUMA??? oh take my money. oh take my mONEYYYY i just know that’s gonna have me sobbing and dying

you’re so right as usual i LOVE LOVE LOVE delusional characters who are so wrapped up in their delusions of grandeur they fail to realise the error of their ways simply because such flaws in their design are beyond their understanding or comprehension…. if i have spare time soon i will definitely be checking that last rec out!!! i’ll hazard a guess once i’ve seen it (im rlly curious tho 😥😥)

i might be so wrong but the way you described it reminded me of buffalo 66? idk why,,

thank you! unfortunately it is spring here and so i will be dying of my pollen allergies (nonchalance diminished wdym Pollen incapacitates me) fuck these antibodies bro 😭😭💯💯💯💯

BUT NEVERTHELESS I HOPE UR well thank u for sending this in and take care of urself!!!!!!! you’re like my own lil letterboxd recs list (much funnier too xx) ily anon ❤️‍🔥

[iamtheoutsideworld]

V's Compassion

So, happy new year but honestly I don't find anything happy about it. Considering the shit going on in the world/has been going on for years. Genocides, oppression, senseless death. Sounds like a colonizers wet dream. I can't sleep so I decided to share my thoughts.

V's only "option" for the end of the game "canonically" is getting help from Arasaka(excluding the suicide ending). V can strictly focus on their path, ie looking for Evelyn and Hellman, finishing the quests with Goro relatively fast(shoutout to the ppl that rushed thru the game) and that's that. Their time is running out hell they don't even have to save Takemura's life given that Johnny kinda says "there's no way to help him" so V waits patiently for Judgement Day. Looking back on it V is completely alone aside from Johnny being there(at the motel with the shotty).

V is told to meet with Hanako and decide their fate. Which is so jarring. V can have up to three options(4 including the secret ending?) but instead is left with only one. Now if the player never reaches out to other characters or rushes thru the game/V only looking out for themselves, V would've never received the love and compassion from other characters in the story.

It's so interesting V was mostly just a "small time merc" that's it but when playing side characters quests it shows how many ppl V influences and fights for. If V never had any sort of compassion at all none of this could've been possible none of those bonds could've been formed. Friendship or love all of it could've been lost if V hadn't cared for others. V became a beacon of hope of light for so many ppl's stories.

And yes they would've gotten the "cure" or "help" from Arasaka and u can even be mean asf to Johnny and never care for him but in the Arasaka ending V will still feel a hole in their soul. V would've still been left empty. Left ppl behind, making only room for themselves V is left with the consequences of their actions being half a person. Being empty losing their sense of self(literally?)

Even with ur life ticking down, breath leaving ur lungs, always have something to fight for. For ur life for others for love for passion. Find something to care about and never let go until it's time.

V didn't have to care about Judy after Evelyn's suicide, or Jackie dying, or even helping Johnny fix shit with Rogue. BUT THEY DID B/C V CARED. V was basically killing themselves when they even let Johnny take over their body in the first place. But true V would do it without skipping a beat b/c of their care.

Even the little friends V had after siding with Arasaka was looking at them sideways cause why in the fuck would V ask for Arasaka's help lol. Misty is hurt and then just leaves NC. Viktor is the only "friend" left and considering the endings voicemails V only gets voicemails from ppl wanting work from them. Really having V dumbed down to truly "another merc"

[ edit: If V betrays Songbird in the PL dlc and gets the ulty cure, V is put in the same situation except they betrayed a friend that had zero options/zero help. And doing so, V is left again with their two friends Viktor and Misty except Misty is actually happy to see V. So many parallels in this game I love it so much ]

Which, thinking about it now Night City's compassion is so rare to come by so how did we find it in V? Just thinking out loud lol. Never stop fighting and never stop being urself. Truly what V and Johnny really showed me. AND FUCKING CARE ABOUT PPL CARE ABOUT SOMETHING HAVE SOME FUCKING PASSION FOR ANYTHING. Also im scared Night City is slowly becoming a reality, please find some fucking compassion it'll save us. But yeah I truly love V's compassion for one it's so rare to find and I feel like it's the type of shit ppl don't think twice about. Like ur my "friend but u do so much without even looking for help in return"

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Also correct me if I'm wrong but I have a theory that Arasaka could've removed 100% of the engram but decided not too cause if they did, V wouldn't be able to carry out their merc life duties.. but idk I just started thinking about it.

Anyways stay safe, and I'm looking for financial assistance if anyone has an enny to spare I'd greatly appreciate it. I'm trying to move out of a toxic household at the age of 24 self diagnosed adhdautistic queer black woman. Even trying to get me affiliated on twitch id appreciate it. Anyways peace out(link in bio)

Edit edit: I'm not trying to be rude but ig this will sound rude anyways but I decided to post this on Reddit, and I know Reddit has "rough critiques" or ie ppl that are loud but don't know wtf they are talking about. And I know I'm not a fucking poet but like if we played the same game, I feel it's not hard to recognize when I say the "canon" ending is the ending that is the "only Choice" V has if they don't help Johnny or don't help Panam... like OBVIOUSLY it's not the actual fucking canon choice holy fuck. Idk ppl on Reddit are like the ppl in school that was never told to stfu? Or something and stopped critically thinking after 12 years old or some shit. I'm all for ppl disagreeing but please if u gonna disagree make some fucking sense when disagreeing omg. I'm not tryna be like "I'm right" but theoretically speaking I am "right" V is known to SHOW COMPASSION THRU OUT THE GAME EVEN SIMPLE ASS QUESTS LIKE NOT WATCHING SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS BEAT. Or giving money to ppl that need it. Like im so confused how we all "played" the same game but had way different experiences. Different experiences to were some ppl just finished the game but didn't think of the different impacts everything had. Such a meaningful game(TO ME) and some ppl all they take away from it is "become famous" "sex scenes"