#we are lucky if we find the ones we love like that

[14dayswithyou]

I literally have the most amazing and wonderful community in the entire world???? T_T In this essay, I will—

This is going to be raw and unedited because I want to get my initial thoughts out there before I forget n go back to crying /pos, but?? Yawl.... I can't even begin to find the words to express how appreciative and grateful I am for each and every one of you!! ;v;

I've spent the past few hours reading through everyone's personally written messages, then rereading them all again to let it all fully sink in. I'm being genuine when I say that I've never felt this loved or appreciated in any community before in my life.

Those in the Discord server might know about this already, but since the start of this year, I haven't really been enjoying myself (nor have I been as active) in the yandere VN community. There was far too much infighting between devs, parasocial communities, and toxic anons that ruined so much for me — so I withdrew from it all and remained in my own small bubble. Even then, I still got belittled, harassed, doxxed, and even became the target of Tall Poppy Syndrome by others; most of which nearly made me want to leave altogether, but the overflowing amount of support from everyone in the 14DWY community made me want to stay.

And even now, after reading all those heartfelt messages... I think it's permanently solidified the little space I occupy here on the internet :3

So... Yeah, long story short (and a story that will likely end up as its own separate Tumblr post gjskskjd), I wasn't enjoying myself at all in the yandere VN community... but I did have the time of my life in the 14DWY community. And it's all thanks to you guys.

I'm genuinely sooooo proud to have such an endlessly kind, social, and talented community; and I'm glad to have brought such an interactive and friendly group of people together over our shared interest in such a nice concept. 14DWY is essentially a labour of my love — and although I'm ultimately creating it for me and my silly interests — it's still something that I want to make worthy of you guys as well. All the love and support you've shown me and 14DWY motivates me to do my very best, and y'all deserve nothing less. So...

Thank you all for finding a comfort character in my Totally Normal Guy and his Totally Not Eccentric quirks. Thank you for all the insanely talented creations y'all make and share with me. Thank you for sending in your silly (/pos) questions and turning them into inside jokes and AUs for the rest of the community to enjoy. Thank you for talking with me and making this space a genuinely fun place for me to be in again.

From the bottom of my heart; thank you all so much. I really hope everyone has had an amazing year so far, and I hope 2025 will be as kind to you as you all were towards me.

I also want to give a big fat massive huuuuuuuge shout-out to Ashe / @flaneur001 my love (/p) for organising the 14DWY letter event on Discord, and for contributing so much of their time and dedication to the 14DWY community. You say you've only been part of the community for a year, but to me, that was a year well cherished and appreciated. The 14DWY community (and me especially) have all been so lucky to spend this past year with you, and I sincerely hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have. You've done so much for me, the community, and the 14DWY Discord server, so it's only fair that you get the recognition you deserve. So thank you, Ashe!! And a big thank you to everyone in the 14DWY Discord who participated in this event as well!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cryin and sobbin to do <3 /silly /pos

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Rest is the Mission

Pairing: Task Force 141 x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy, I wrote this because I’m sick right now and feel like crap sooooooo enjoy :) I don’t know if I would label it a Poly fic go it’s gonna be with the boys

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

You’d felt it creeping up on you for days—a scratchy throat, a dull ache behind your eyes, and a fatigue that weighed heavier each morning. But you brushed it off. A cold wasn’t going to stop you. Not when your team needed you.

It wasn’t until today’s training session that the sickness became impossible to ignore. Each step felt like trudging through quicksand, and your vision blurred as sweat beaded on your forehead. You pushed forward, determined not to falter, until your foot caught on uneven ground and you stumbled.

A strong hand caught your arm. You blinked up to see Price, his piercing gaze scanning your flushed face.

“Right, that’s enough,” he said firmly. “Out with it. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “Just a little tired.”

Price’s expression darkened. “Don’t lie to me, love. You’re burning up.” He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead and let out a low whistle. “Bloody hell, you’ve got a fever. Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

“I can handle it,” you protested weakly.

“Handle it?” Soap’s voice cut in as he approached, eyebrows raised. “You look like you’ve been hit by a truck, lass. You’re handling nothing but bedrest from now on.”

Before you could argue, Ghost appeared silently at your side. His gloved hand replaced Price’s on your forehead. He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“You’re a liability to yourself like this,” he said bluntly. “Get to bed before you collapse. I’m not dragging your sorry arse off the floor.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though even to your own ears, the words sounded pathetic.

“Enough.” Price’s tone brooked no argument. “Soap, take her to her quarters. Gaz, get some water and medicine. Ghost, you’re with me—we’ll cover her workload for the day.”

Before you knew it, Soap was steering you back to your room, his arm a steadying presence. “You’re lucky we like you, hen,” he teased, though his eyes were soft with concern. “Otherwise, I’d leave you to learn your lesson the hard way.”

By the time you were tucked into bed, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, making it impossible to argue further.

---

The next few hours were a blur of fever dreams and muffled voices. Each time you stirred, one of them was there.

Price sat by your bedside, a warm mug of tea in his hands. “Drink,” he ordered gently, his tone softer than you’d ever heard. He waited patiently, his steady presence grounding you as you sipped.

Soap was a constant whirlwind of energy, refusing to let the atmosphere grow too heavy. “Y’know, I once caught a cold on a mission in Siberia,” he said, perched on the edge of your bed. “Nearly froze my arse off. Thought I’d lose my nose to frostbite.” His exaggerated tales pulled weak chuckles from you, and he grinned, satisfied.

Ghost was quieter, but no less attentive. He lingered in the corner of your room, his masked face unreadable, but his actions spoke volumes. He adjusted your blankets when you tossed them off, refilled your water without being asked, and made sure the room stayed cool to help bring down your fever. Once, you woke to find him sitting on the floor beside your bed, his hand resting lightly on your arm. The touch was brief, but it sent a wave of comfort through you.

And then there was Gaz, the self-proclaimed team medic for the day. He bustled in and out, armed with medicine and a determined expression. “Take these,” he instructed, handing you a handful of pills. When you hesitated, his brow furrowed. “Don’t make me pin you down, because I will.” His fierce protectiveness made you smile, and you took the medicine without further protest.

---

You’d hoped the worst was over, but as you sat up to sip the tea Price offered, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. The room spun, and nausea coiled tight in your stomach. You barely managed to set the mug down before leaning over the side of the bed.

“Easy, easy,” Price said quickly, his large hand resting on your back. He steadied you as you breathed heavily, fighting against the rising bile in your throat.

“Soap, get a bucket!” Price barked, his commanding tone snapping Soap out of his half-asleep state.

“On it!” Soap scrambled to his feet and darted out of the room, returning moments later with a small bin. He handed it off to Price, who placed it in your lap just in time for you to heave into it.

“Shh, you’re alright,” Price murmured, rubbing slow circles on your back. “Let it out, love. You’ll feel better soon.”

The nausea subsided after a few minutes, leaving you trembling and exhausted. Price set the bin aside, careful not to spill it, and handed you a damp cloth to wipe your mouth.

“Sorry,” you croaked, your voice barely audible.

“None of that,” Price replied firmly. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. We’re here for you.”

Soap crouched beside the bed, his brows drawn in concern. “Poor thing. Looks like it’s hitting you harder than we thought.” He reached for your hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry—we’ll get you through this.”

Ghost silently pressed a cold compress to your forehead, his gloved hand steady. The coolness was a relief, but the pounding behind your eyes continued, relentless and sharp.

“Headache?” Gaz asked, his voice soft.

“Bad,” you whispered.

“Alright. Painkillers it is,” he said, heading for the door.

When he returned, he coaxed you into taking the pills with a few sips of water. “Good. Now close your eyes and rest,” he instructed.

---

The pounding in your head eased slightly as the day wore on, and the nausea subsided into a dull ache. Each time you woke, one of them was there—Price’s steady voice soothing you, Soap’s jokes lightening the mood, Ghost’s silent care easing the worst moments, and Gaz’s gentle persistence ensuring you stayed hydrated and medicated.

When you finally woke the next morning, the sunlight no longer felt harsh, and your stomach was calm. You looked around to see all four of them still there—Price in a chair by the door, Soap curled up on the floor, Ghost leaning against the wall, and Gaz sprawled on the edge of your bed.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you whispered, “Thanks, guys.”

Price stirred, his sharp eyes meeting yours. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you admitted.

“Good,” he said, standing and stretching. “But don’t think for a second you’re jumping back into work. You’re on bedrest until we say otherwise.”

Soap cracked an eye open and grinned. “Aye, we’ll pamper you whether you like it or not.”

“Get used to it,” Gaz added, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Ghost didn’t say anything, but his gloved hand briefly brushed your shoulder as he passed, a silent promise that they’d always have your back.

For once, you didn’t feel guilty about accepting their care. You knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[bluem1lls]

hi hi ! i saw your post about wanting some se-mi requests and i was wondering on how se-mi would react to having a s/o that tends to zone out / dissociates during the games whenever they're parted from se-mi / can't stay near her because it causes their separation anxiety </3 like it's a way for the reader to feel less anxious or stressed and the reader seems to lighten up whenever they're near se-mi or notices she's alive , sorry if that's alot ! 😭

✧₊⁺ we'll go home (together)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: as you try to survive the games with your girlfriend, you can't help but to dissociate when she's not nearby. lucky for you, she never wants to leave your side.

content: just a short fluff, reader usually zones out when she's not with se-mi

authors note: thank you for the request! it's rlly short because i'm writing this at my office bye i have dedication!!!!!! but i hope u like it!

✧₊⁺ first of all, your girlfriend would never leave you alone. like ever. i think she would die if that happened.

✧₊⁺ but there's this one situation in mingle where you guys were running along with min-su as a group of three and in the rush, someone pushed her.

✧₊⁺ when you saw her on the ground you almost choke yourself. what if she dies? what if that hurted her head? what if she can't move to run with a group? what if-

✧₊⁺ as you start to hyperventilate you try and run to your gilfriend, failing as min-su pushes you into a room with another guy and closes the door.

✧₊⁺ "hey, i saw her. she got up and ran with another group. she's okay" he said, touching your shoulder.

✧₊⁺ you won't believe him until you see her.

✧₊⁺ you start to dissociate. you can see min-su talking but you can't hear him. your mind filled with thoughts. 'i hope she's okay. she better be okay'.

✧₊⁺ tears start falling from your eyes because what kind of girlfriend are you? leaving her there? it was an accident but-

✧₊⁺ the doors unlock. you run outside as you stare everywhere.

✧₊⁺ she's not here. she's not here. she died. min-su lied-

✧₊⁺ you feel soft arms wrapping you, she deposits a kiss to your temple.

"i'm here baby" she says as you hug her back, your tears going down your cheeks.

"i'm-m so so sorry i'm so sorry...i tried but-" i sobbed against her, her hand caressing my hair to try and calm me.

"sh sh, baby i know. i told min-su to pull you away. i'm here okay? i'm never leaving you"

you believe her. she better not.

✧₊⁺ you're just so used to her, you kinda forgot how it is when she's not there.

✧₊⁺ like the first time you two sleep together, she wakes up first, smiling as she sees you all comfy. she kisses your entire face. when she's done, she gets up, heading to talk with the guys until you wake up. she thinks you'll wake up and follow her, after all you know that when she's not with you, she's with her friends.

until she thinks it's been a little too much time. she starts to worry, going back to your bed.

she finds you there, staring at a blank point on the wall.

"baby?"

you lift your head, she's back!

your face lightens up, a soft smile appearing.

"i missed you" you say as she smirks, getting closer to you. your face in her hands, softly kissing your lips.

"good morning princess, what's wrong? i was waiting until you wake up but i got worried. it's been a while." she frowned.

"i thought you.. left or something" i mumble as her face scans my features. a hint of worry through her eyes.

"baby, what?-" she says, shocking her head no. "no princess i'd never leave you, wherever i go, you come with"

i nod as she kisses my lips again and again.

"i love you"

"i love you princess"

✧₊⁺ of course, when the fourth game comes and it's an individual one, you're shaking.

✧₊⁺ she's too, she just doesn't want you to see it, or it'll make you more nervous.

✧₊⁺ "it's okay baby, this is our last game and then we vote to leave okay? its the last time you're gonna be appart from me. i swear" she says, hugging me as i return it, squeezing her.

it's hard to focus when you're not with her, but you try to get past it. after all, if your girlfriend comes out and you don't, she'll be heartbroken. you don't want that.

✧₊⁺ finally, you made it through. as you're out of the room, you sit there waiting for her.

of course she comes a few minutes later with a smug smirk. she's so cocky.

as she sees you, her face lightens up.

and as you see her, you get up to run to her arms.

✧₊⁺ she kisses you with a soft chuckle.

"what did i said? together. i bet you did so good, my pretty girl" she says smiling.

✧₊⁺ you think you might melt right there and then. you nod, never leaving her arms.

"can we go home now?" you say as she nods.

"let's vote and go home".

[mindless-existence1]

Sonic and reader becomes friends!

would shadow get jealous? Like his lover just became friends with his enemy lol

the shock on Sonic’s face learning g shadow has a lover lol

also I don’t know if it went through but I asked you to marry me

Authors note: Put a ring on it @luc1dw0rld

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Sonic’s room was its usual chaos: posters plastered on the walls, random gadgets scattered on every surface, and a distinct smell of chili dogs lingering in the air. You were sprawled on his bed, flipping through a comic book while he sat cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in his own.

“Okay, but tell me this,” Sonic said, pointing to a panel in his comic. “How does this dude survive getting thrown into a volcano? Like, plot armor is one thing, but come on.”

You snorted, not even looking up from your page. “He’s the main character, Sonic. Logic doesn’t apply to him.”

“Still dumb,” he muttered, flicking the page with unnecessary force. You glanced at your watch, and your eyes widened. “Oh, shit! I have to leave and get ready for my date.”

Sonic looked up from his comic, raising an eyebrow. “Still can’t believe you’re dating Shadow.” You rolled your eyes with a grin, heading for the door. “You’ve said that every time I’ve mentioned him. I don't see what's so unbelievable."

“I dunno,” Sonic said, shrugging. “He’s just so... serious. And, like, broody and grumpy and you're....not. It’s weird.” You smirked. “Opposites attract, Sonic.”

He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Whatever. Tell him I said hi. And tell him not to glare at me next time we’re in the same room.”

“Will do, see ya later,” you called over your shoulder as you grabbed your things and headed out the door.

-----

By the time you got back to your place, the evening sky was painted in hues of orange and pink. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside, expecting to find Shadow waiting as he usually did. Sure enough, there he was—sitting on your couch with his arms crossed and an unmistakable pout on his face.

“Hey,” you greeted warmly, setting your bag down. “You’re early.” Shadow’s crimson eyes flicked toward you briefly before he looked away. “Hmph.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “What’s with the attitude? Something happen?”

“It’s nothing,” he replied curtly, though the slight furrow of his brow said otherwise. You sighed, sitting down next to him. “Shadow, no offense but you'rea terrible lair. So spill.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the coffee table. Finally, he muttered, “You were with Sonic earlier.” You blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah? We were just hanging out and reading comics. Why?”

Shadow shifted uncomfortably, his arms tightening over his chest. “…You spend a lot of time with him.” Realization dawned on you, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

Shadow’s eyes snapped to yours, his expression a mix of indignation and embarrassment. “I am not jealous.”

“You totally are,” you teased, leaning closer. “You’re sulking because I was with Sonic. Admit it.”

“I don’t sulk,” he grumbled, but the faint blush dusting his cheeks betrayed him. You laughed softly, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm.

“Shadow, you have nothing to worry about. Sonic’s my best friend, yeah, but you’re the one I’m dating. You’re the one I want to be with because I love you.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening just slightly. You don't miss the way his shoulders loose their tension, what you don't know is how his heart rate spikes every time you say that “…It’s irrational,” he admitted quietly.

“Very,” you agreed, grinning. The tension in his posture easing as he leaned back against the couch. “I just don’t understand how someone like him can take up so much of your attention.”

“Well, he’s my friend,” you said simply, “but you’re the one I am lucky enough to be dating.” He didn’t respond immediately, but the small hum he gave you was enough to know he understood.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, a warm silence settling between you. After a moment, you added playfull, "It’s kind of cute seeing you like this.”

Shadow rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the faint smirk from appearing on his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” you teased, earning a quiet chuckle from him as the sun dipped below the horizon.

After a moment of comfortable silence you hear Shadow mumble something under his breath that makes your heart swell, "I love you to."

[lvnleah]

blissful chaos | leah williamson.

Morning Routines (Leah Williamson)

Leah groaned as the sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, the warmth of the duvet suddenly feeling too enticing to leave. Next to her, you were already awake, scrolling through your phone, one hand cradling a steaming mug of coffee.

“Morning, love,” you said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Leah hummed, her voice still rough from sleep.

“Morning,” she mumbled, reaching for the tea in your hand.

You raised an eyebrow, pulling the mug just out of her reach. “Get your own.”

Leah pouted. “Sharing is caring.”

“You said that yesterday, and I didn’t get any tea back.”

Leah grinned sheepishly, sitting up. Her messy blonde hair was sticking up in all directions, and you couldn’t help but laugh. She stretched dramatically, her arms brushing against you before she flopped back onto the pillows.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she said.

“Oh, you will?” you teased, knowing full well that Leah’s version of ‘making it up’ often involved sneaking another sip of your tea when you weren’t looking.

She rolled out of bed with a groan, shuffling toward the kitchen. “You want some eggs?” she called over her shoulder.

“Only if you don’t burn them like last time!”

Leah laughed, the sound echoing through the flat. “That was one time!”

You followed a few minutes later to find her standing at the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. The radio was on, and a familiar pop tune filled the room.

Leah couldn’t resist. She started to sway to the beat, mumbling the lyrics under her breath. When the chorus hit, she spun around, holding an invisible microphone and belting out the words dramatically.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a grin. She caught your eye and pointed at you as if performing just for you. “Go on, join me!”

“Not a chance,” you laughed, stepping closer. “You’re doing great on your own.”

Leah twirled, completely in her element, her laughter echoing through the flat. As the song transitioned to another upbeat tune, you couldn’t resist any longer.

Slipping your arms around her waist from behind, you pulled her close. Leah startled slightly before relaxing into your embrace, her hands resting over yours. “Interrupting my performance, are we?” she teased, leaning back against you.

“Just trying to steal the spotlight,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

She hummed in contentment, her swaying now softer as the two of you moved together in time with the music. “You’re lucky I love you,” she murmured.

“And you’re lucky I love you, even with your questionable singing,” you teased, earning a playful elbow to your side.

“Oi! I’m brilliant!” Leah turned in your arms, grinning up at you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have eggs to cook.”

“Oh no, not the eggs,” you teased, letting her go as she turned back to the stove.

“Watch and learn, babe,” Leah quipped, but as she started to hum again, you knew mornings with her would always be your favourite kind of chaos.

[21280]

warnings for fem! reader, street interviewer jiji. quick blurb, srry!

we know jiji is a social butterfly, so i think he'd absolutely rock being a street interviewer. think of tokyo sims, except it's just a one man show, and it's jiji trying to pick up girls and (for once in his life) failing horribly.

jiji is tremendously hot, but only to the teenagers that surround him. in a high school setting, one is more likely to fall for someone who they're around constantly, or, settle for finding the 'school hottie' in order to survive the semester. outside of school, though, jiji is a hottie, in an intense competitive market of hotties.

he starts off with okarun's help, with him being his cameraman. his charisma is insane, and he picks up a following quickly. the people he interviews (which 9 times out of 10 it's women) find him quite odd and subtly laugh as his attempts to flirt, yet let him down nicely. his comments are filled with messages like "i wish i would encounter him irl" or "why is he always getting rejected is this scripted?? he's so cute"

except for one comment. yours. scrolling through your for you page, you find one of his interviews in which he asks a girl if she had ever been cheated on, with her saying yes. jiji goes onto this monologue about how he wouldn't, and asking for her number in the process. and he succeeds! for the first time. so you type out a comment.

"good luck girl, he looks like he ain't even allat 😭😭"

and waking up to around 50 comments proving you otherwise, you also find a dm. it's from jiji's personal, private account, who sent you your comment with a "wym i look like not allat lemme show u" and it leads to your first internet friend, jin enjoji.

and he suggests a date to prove you wrong. with his newfound fame, he's also found some cash that could definitely be spent on you. his words. you decline, because you're not easily moved by material goods. so he suggests you pick an activity, because congratulations! you officially piqued jiji's interest, and have him never asking another woman for her number in an interview again.

and his fans notice it way too quickly. they saw him at a park with 'some really pretty woman' and, since he's not too famous, decided to call it a day, no photographs or anything. but his comments were switching up, saying "why isn't he asking for numbers anymore" or "flirty jiji we miss you!!!"

but jiji is on a mission: to be yours, and yours only. because as much as he is a flirt, he's never been one for easy love. it would take months of him begging and scheming for him to finally ask to be your boyfriend, and for you to say yes. because you denied his other attempts before. he pops the question during a quiet (?) cooking date at his place, where he and you attempt to cook steak.

on his next street interview, people can hear a slight giggle from the camera as he asks questions to another girl, and in his caption, it reads: "got another cameraman so she can see i'm loyal" and it has fans questioning who the lucky lady is. unfortunately for them, only the interviewees can see who you are, because jiji absolutely cannot zip his mouth shut when it comes to bragging about you.

[drcomttheo]

Draco Malfoy x YN

summary: You are the first person who's been in his room.

warnings: Fluff, soft smut

words: 642

a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Inordinate Love" or find it on my ML that's pinned.

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML

Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ

"You have a very lovely room, Malfoy."

I can't help but smile as I am walking around his room.

He has many pictures from his childhood. "You were also a very cute kid." I observe as I am picking up a small picture with a young Malfoy in it.

It seems like it was one of those photos that rich people get taken for their yearly family portrait. "Thank you." He says back with a soft chuckle and head shake.

I place the picture back in its spot, slowly making my way around his room until I find something familiar to me. "Why do you have a Venomous Tentacula in your room?" I question as I make sure just to pick up the pot holding the small version of a really big plant.

A Tentacula was spiky and red in color, and aside from the fact that I am deathly allergic to it, it is a toothsome plant with mobile vines that try to grab its prey.

It has many different purposes, as it also has many different properties.

"I think it's pretty, and I believe people tend to see all the bad in things and never really see the beauty in it." He smiled at his own comment as he was slowly walking towards me.

Now that I looked around, I noticed he had many plants around his room; they were not big or overwhelming. Just the right amount to suggest maybe he should have been a Hufflepuff.

I giggle to myself, hoping he can't read my mind because if he did, he would kill me for that comment.

I set the plant back down gently where I got it. "I am allergic to those, you know. In fifth-year herbology, when we were doing a research project on deadly plants, I just barely nicked my finger on a stinging nettle.

Professor Sprout found out very fast that maybe she shouldn't be teaching with them, as I had to be rushed to the hospital wing. I was out for days. Lucky to be alive, actually." I smile slightly.

"I am lucky you are alive too." He smiled at me sweetly, making his way over to me, putting both of his hands on my waist, and I met his brooding gray eyes.

"Are you done snooping now?" He asks in a joking manner. "Maybe, maybe not." I say, breaking out of his grip, walking away while running my fingers along his dresser to his desk.

He looked at me with an impatient look. "Okay. Fine! I am done snooping." I fired back at him, crossing my arms and kicking one foot out.

"You better be lucky. I like you, any other girl/boy." He paused. "Well, first, any other girl/boy would not have made it to my bedroom, and if they did, they wouldn't be here long enough to explore."

What was he saying? Was he saying I was special? Was he saying I was the first girl/boy in here?

I decided I would mess with him a little bit because I can tell how much it actually makes him happy. "Are you saying I am special, Malfoy?" I ask, lightly spinning in a half circle.

"That is exactly what I'm saying, Y/N." I was taken aback, mostly because I was expecting a sarcastic response. He was walking towards me again but with more lust in his eyes, and before I knew it, he had picked me up and placed me on the desk, pushing me against the wall and kissing me.

He delicately took hold of my face, his hands tenderly resting against my cheeks. Our lips met in a passionate yet tender embrace.

I held him close, my arms wrapped securely around his neck. His hands gently caressed the small of my back.

The kiss was intensifying, and our desire for one another was becoming more powerful.

One hand of Dracos traveled down my body as the other clenched over my breasts tightly.

[amygdalae]

Is finding the right person that easy or are you insanely lucky?

i think I just got really lucky. I mean I've been single for years before this with terrible luck wrt dating

I met this guy in my (really awful, worst professor I've ever had) stats class last semester; the first few weeks of a semester I tend to put extra effort into my outfits and like 2 weeks in he came up to me b4 class to say he noticed my outfits and loved what I did w accessories and whatnot. It struck me as a thoughtful compliment. Ashamed to admit I decided to keep dressing well cuz I'm an attention whore and he was hot

I wasn't really expecting the attention but we ended up chatting before and after class a lot throughout the semester and slowly got a lil bit closer. I usually go into most classes wanting to keep my head down cuz I'm a bit shy but he seemed chill and easy to talk to which coaxed me out of my shell a bit.

I kept thinking I was for sure getting flirty vibes but I was worried it was wishful thinking cuz he's so cute. At one point though I noticed him like. Slowly shamelessly eye me up and down which was a good indicator. And then when we were talking he told me I have a cool brain and I was like 🤯

Eventually we had a study group where it was finally like ok he's definitely flirting with me so afterwards I texted him saying we shld get a drink sometime and he agreed and now we've had 4 dates! I just lucked out that he's also bi and likes video games and is a switch like me

Anyways he's a fun hot goofy weirdo pervert. I dunno if he's the "right" person cuz capital L Love and commitment might not be in the cards here but we're having a sexy and romantic time and the connection is definitely deeper and more intimate than a mere fwb deal so I'm satisfied

Oh Christ sorry for the essay lol but TL;DR the moral of the story is put yourself out there. I might not have seen this guy again had i not asked him out; I almost didn't cuz I was so nervous. I've been trying to let my hunger for human connection take the reigns over my anxiety which is fucking hard but has been immensely rewarding

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience

(Adar x Celebrimbor, some hinted Annatar/Celebrimbor in the background. Celebrimbor is in Adar's camp but the uruk have not started attacking Eregion yet - he discovered Anntar's deception early and got out of the city. And straight into Adar's arms, er, camp.)

Welp, got inspired by my own "marriage of convenience/political marriage" idea and silverscars edit and wrote a short snippet. Enjoy everyone!

“Give me your city,” Adar proposed – or rather, demanded. Celebrimbor felt himself freeze up at the other’s intent gaze. “Surrender it. Put your city into my hands, and I will spare your subjects.”

Celebrimbor swallowed. He felt as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Every minute he hesitated, the orcs were readying their weapons and advancing on his beloved Ost-In-Edhil, bringing with them the promise of death and destruction.

And on the other hand, there was he, and the danger he posed to everything the smith loved and held dear.

But he couldn’t just lay the keys to the city at Adar’s feet, could he?

“What guarantee do I have?” Celebrimbor replied, refusing to be cowed. “That you will not just take my surrender and do with it as you please?”

Adar stepped closer towards him – the smith tried to hold himself up straight, shoulders squared back, the very picture of the lord of Eregion, but he knew his own worry and desperation must show on his face clear as day.

He swallowed as Adar came to a stop directly in front of him.

“I have a proposition,” the orc stated, as if that were an answer to Celebrimbor’s question. The smith was about to ask what one had to do with the other, but Adar continued to speak and almost made Celebrimbor choke on his own spit. “A marriage.”

The smith blinked in disbelief. He must have misheard that. “What?”

“I propose a marriage – purely political, of course,” the orc stated, and began to round Celebrimbor, like a hunter circling its prey. “It’s an unconventional but sound solution – it would guarantee both our safety, and that of our people. A foundation for a peace, if we are lucky enough.”

Celebrimbor felt blood rush in his ears and he desperately wanted to grab something to steady himself. His day had gotten progressively more strange and distressing, and the marriage proposal he’d just heard was just the cherry on top of everything; of having discovered the enemy he’d invited into his own city, fleeing it, and then landing himself in the midst of an approaching army that was set on a path of destruction.

Destruction of a mutual enemy, but at the expense of all that Celebrimbor had ever built and worked towards.

“You cannot be serious,” Celebrimbor tried to declare. To his own ears, it came out as a question instead.

“Is the thought really so absurd?” Adar asked. He had now circled behind Celebrimbor’s back, which caused the smith to shiver and look over his shoulder cautiously. The orc soon stepped into his line of sight again. He seemed more curious than intimidating, despite how he stalked around the smith. “Think it through to the end. You will find there is nothing better I can offer as reassurance. Nothing that you would believe to be true, anyways.”

The smith sucked in a breath and just about kept himself from wringing his hands. He really just wanted to be petulant, to scream and angrily throw Adar’s offer back in his face, but-

But he had to think of his people. Who were in danger from not one, but two threats at the moment. If he could take care of one for certain, and use that chance to eliminate the other as well…

There was a long sigh, and the smith visibly deflated. He hated to admit it, but the other was right. They had few options, especially since there was scarcely any trust between them.

Sure, Adar had been treating him rather well as of now, all things considered – he’d told the orcs to handle the elf with care, had given him food and water, had not even chained the smith (though that could be because he didn’t consider Celebrimbor a serious threat, the smith thought bitterly).

The...foundation was there. And the reasoning.

As if he’d heard his thoughts, Adar stepped closer to Celebrimbor. This time, his look was not one of a hunter, but one of sincerity. “I promise you, I’d not make any demands of you safe for upholding the marriage and the peace. I would not separate you from your people, I will not demand rulership over your city, and-” and he paused for additional emphasis at that point. “I will not ever force you into anything but civil, honest conversation with me.”

It was clear what he meant. It was a...strange thought. Celebrimbor had not even considered it but- well. He had to admit that aside from the company he kept, Adar was...almost beautiful. Despite the pale skin and the scars and the darkness he lived in, he cut a striking figure.

Where before, the thought had not even crossed his mind, he now found his belly quivering with it. Not in a fearful way, but instead with...intrigue?

He mentally shook himself. Gil-Galad was right, he did have terrible taste in what – who – he found desirable. (He did not think of the fiend that was hiding in his forge. He would not. He’d been tricked, deliberately tempted. It was hard to remind himself of that, but it was true.)

The smith exhaled a shaky breath. He should probably demand more time to think on this, but time was something he did not have – ironic that as an elf, he was running out of time now, he thought sardonically.

Instead, he rose up to his full height again, and faced Adar with a steady gaze. With a small start, he realized he was actually taller than the orc. (‚Uruk‘, the other had called himself, hadn’t he?)

“Promise me you will do everything in your power to protect my people. I do not care what happens to me, it is my fault this-” he stopped himself and felt his face pull into a grimace, but he pushed on. “As the lord of Eregion, I will take responsibility. Promise me you will help me fulfill my responsibility to my people, and I will...I will give myself to you. And my city into your hands, until it is freed.”

The look in Adar’s eyes was intense, as if he was trying to find any hidden loophole, any flaw, any lie in Celebrimbor’s words. After a moment that felt near suffocating, the other nodded.

“Very well. I will find someone to officiate,” he said, and made to turn to the entrance of his tent, undoubtably to give his men orders. He paused, however, and looked back at Celebrimbor.

The look in his eyes was softer than the smith had expected. “And I accept your demands. The city will be yours again, once I have rid it of our foe.”

A pause. “And while you would give yourself and your life away with no regards to your own safety, I will not demand you to do so. I will not touch you or mistreat you – you have my word.” And with that, the orc went outside as he gave orders while leaving Celebrimbor alone, his head spinning.

Why was this so important for the other?

Why did it put Celebrimbor at such ease?

And though Celebrimbor barely dared to even acknowledge it – why did the thought of Adar touching him not fill him with fear, but curiosity, instead?

[karlachismylife]

Whenever I meet people that can only identify the most basic types of relationships like "friends", "lovers", MAYBE if I'm lucky "mentor and mentee" or even "found family" (just don't get me started on the whole "if they're sworn brothers, romantic relationship between them is incest" spiel), every time I honestly am sad for them.

I can't imagine my life without being achingly in love with a witch girl from my pack, knowing she loves me back just as well as I know we will never share more than a single cheek kiss, myriads of minutes spent holding hands and countless poems I wrote and she kept. This is not friends or lovers, this is love that exists in its own way.

I can't imagine my life without sighing after a pretty Arlequin with the most beautiful eyebrows and a cheeky grin, knowing you will never be on the same level and being genuinely happy to stay like a loyal adoring dog at his feet. This is not friends or mentor and mentee, this is love that exists in its own way.

I can't imagine my life without latching onto a big brother that didn't know your name when you already sensed he's going to be your big bro in the frightening new step of your life. Knowing it won't be as special for him, but he'll be the best big brother you could ask for, after you strike a conversation by telling him a fun fact about whale songs. This is not friends or found family, this is love that exists in its own way.

I can't imagine my life without feeling like broken mirror shards laying on the asphalt of a secluded town outskirts road, soaked in someone's rain and knowing that this person you call himinn minn will forever be just that - your unreachable, elusive rainy summer sky. Even in a cold, lonely winter. Exchanging words of love and hot whispers, feverish fantasies over their portaits, talking into the void they left after disappearing - and still knowing it all was the most beautiful of loves shared mutuially. This isn't lovers, this is my sea being in love with their sky, and this love exists in its own way.

I can't imagine my life without running away from the dystopian reality of grey panel buildings and people talking to butchers, so fucking alone, cold and filled with bitter cigarette smoke, only to find myself a hundred years back, in the body of a Silver Age poet falling in love with a fellow runaway in Paris, the one that hears him when no one else does. Knowing the promise "Я все равно тебя когда-нибудь возьму — одну или вдвоем с Парижем." is just that, a promise, and it's enough. This is not friends or lovers, this is love that exists in its own way.

Yearning, devotion, solace, connection, accidents that stay with you for life, worshipping, inspiring, leading, soothing, peace, rebellion. Heart bursting with acrylic paints and calm humming of a habit.

There are so many ways people get with other people. I pity those that had only ever known the basics, but I do hope that they're happy like this.

I am happy with my collection of people that I can only ever name by their nicknames, because I can never refer to them as friends, lovers, internet acquaintances.

[valleymyristica]

2 month anniversary! | What it takes [C4] & [C8] Comic

Made by my lovely beta reader @arandom-dog [ AO3 ]

Think of this as our two month anniversary! Even if we got it as a Secret Santa gift I'm so happy for it! Man, time does go fast, doesn't it? It's based on my fanfic, What it takes | In the beginning

Just- Look how pretty it is!! Look how lovely it is!!!

It makes me so happy!!

THANK YOU SO DEARLY! I will print it and cherish it!

At every moment I remember it I will tell how much I care for it!

This is amazing! And so are you!

Also, I'm so happy for the little prequel like story made as well!

Check out that lovely story Check out the lovely [ Closet. ]

Based on what it takes

Displaying the lovely little scene from chapter 4 As well as a little hint of what one can find in chapter 8

For clarity, this was the gift I received during the Secret Santa event, I'm still so happy for it, isn't it the lovelies thing?

Just- AHHHHHH!!! It's all so lovely!!

I'm such a lucky one for having such a lovely beta reader!

I adore seeing your art!!!

[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, second day of "Colin's Bridgerton smutty diaries" (thank you, @summerpearlgirl who used this as a tag).

Second part of the first episode. I already have some prompt lined up, so don't be shy! Enjoy this one!

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"Madame was quite an education," continued Colin in a broken voice, Pen was taking more and more of him into her warm mouth and reading was becoming quite the struggle.

She bobbed her head a couple of time before noticing he stopped.

"Continue, darling"

"Although something was missing. While, after some practice, the physical part was quite interesting, my heart was not in it."

He closed the diary, the entry finished and looked at Pen's gorgeous blue eyes.

Of course his heart was not in it. How could it be if he was doing it with the wrong person.

He moaned when Pen took him even more, his hand now finding his way in her hair.

Still - he didn't want the night to end like that.

"Darling - fuck, you're amazing - I want to finish inside you"

Pen looked at him and pumped him with her hand a couple of time, before rising up.

With a swift move, Pen sink down on him. Both of them sighing when he entered her.

Pen adjusted her position on his lap, and then whispered to him "take me".

What a lucky bastárd he was, that he was married and in love with a woman like Pen.

He took her gorgeous ass in his hand, and starting to dictate a rhythm with his hips. His vision suddenly fill with her breasts moving. She was wild above him, her soinds growing louder as he did precisely what she asked.

It didn't took long until Pen started fluttering around him, indicating she was about to release.

"Colin - more - harder, please"

His little minx.

He did as asked, welcoming her release and waiting for the waves of pleasure to pass, before standing up, still entwined, and putting her on the desk.

He was taking her again, fast and hard, exactly how she liked. Servants and people who might overheard them didn't matter - he welcomed the knowledge that they all knew who was giving Pen that much pleasure.

She came again with a shudder, and now he could follow her into the blissul pleasure only she was capable of giving him.

They stayed on the desk, trying to breathe again for some time.

Then, Colin took a napkin to clean them, before kissing her deeply.

"we should do this again"

He laughed. That was an excellent idea indeed.

"Whenever you want darling, whenever you want."

The end

[annunen]

NHLWAM S12 E7: Niko Mikkola & Eetu Luostarinen

I translated the highlights of the video for any florida finns fans to enjoy.

TLDR: the finns love chirping each other and Lundy needs a babysitter.

Manninen and Putkonen are the NHLWAM hosts.

Under the cut <3

Manninen: We've got two Finnish Fort Lauderdale locals here. Niko Mikkola, new guy, and Eetu Luostarinen, who's already one of the vets. So what's up?

Mikkola: Nothing bad, getting to know new places and the sun shines. Great people here.

Luostarinen: It's always fun to get more finns here. Always welcome.

Manninen: Eetu, how would you describe Niko as a person and a teammate?

Luostarinen: He's a chill Oulu guy. Chill company, easy to hang out with him, he gets along with everyone. Really nice.

Manninen: Do you agree?

Luostarinen: Sure, i'll take what i'm given.

Manninen: Counterquestion for you.

Mikkola: We've known each other pretty long. He's one of those Savo guys, a little twisted like they all are. But there's only great guys here, like i said, so it's been easy to come here.

Manninen: You got pretty lucky, your training center moved from the middle of nowhere (lit. horse ass) to the neighbor. You could bike there, have you ever done that?

Mikkola: I don't have a bike but i've been planning to buy one. It's 5 minutes away so it would be pretty nice to bike there.

Manninen: Or an electric scooter! Has anyone ever come with one?

Mikkola: No, but Kaapo Kakko always used one in NYC. I'd walk and he'd drive past me.

Luostarinen: I haven't biked there either but some guys have electric bikes. And golf carts, pretty cool that you can come to the rink with a golf cart.

Manninen: Now that's style!

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Manninen: I asked "Lunkka" Lundell this same question, now i want to ask you Eetu too. Looking at your points, this season hasn't been as good as the last. The big crowds only look at points, they're thinking "what's up with Eetu, he hasn't scored points". So what do YOU think, has this season actually been worse than the last, or have you actually gone forward as a player?

Luostarinen: I wouldn't say it's been worse than last season, pretty equal. Just haven't had those successes. There's also a lot happening in the background, in the game. I play a lot shorthanded too, i've got to take credit for that. If i can't get confidence from points, i have to find it somewhere else in the small things.

Manninen: Are the points so important? I don't remember if you lead the league right now, but as a team you're playing really well.

Luostarinen: It's a team game, if your team is doing well, you're doing something right, and you have to be happy about that. But if i have less points than Mikkola, that's when i should be worried.

Mikkola: Why am I suddenly being attacked?

Putkonen: God damn, throwing you under the boat, right there under that Catamaran.

Manninen: What about you Niko, do you ever set - even though you're known as a defensive brush, let's not say broom (that's Hakanpää's "nickname") - do you set some personal goals for points when starting the season?

Mikkola: Defensive brush, i'll take that. Good name. I don't really set any goals for points. The beginning of the season was pretty wild for me, but now i've returned to a normal phase. Probably getting close to 30 straight pointless games now.

Luostarinen: Yeah, early in the season they were throwing the nickname "Niko Norris" around there.

Putkola: You were on a phase for 80 points.

Mikkola: It was crazy, but now we're back to the roots. You can't only get confidence from points. You need some guys who play shorthanded, keep the own net clear. Take some confidence from those.

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(Someone walks by with a dog.)

Putkonen: Cool dog. How's your dog doing?

Luostarinen: Yeah, we have a new one in the family - cavapoo, it's a cavalier poodle mix. And then we have Rose, she's a little over 4 years old now.

Putkonen: Who in your team would you not let dogsit your dogs?

Luostarinen: Lunkka. Even if we speak the same language, i wouldn't trust him with them.

Manninen: Is Lunkka your team's little rascal?

Luostarinen: He is, a little. You need to watch what he's doing sometimes.

Mikkola: But he's so young still.

Manninen: You're allowed to be careless when you're young. We've been careless too.

Putkonen: ...older too.

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Putkonen: Roberto Luongo was in the net at your practice. He still catches pretty well.

Mikkola: Yeah. I've said that he'd only need one training camp and he could play an NHL game again. I can't score on him either.

Luostarinen: Best possible EBUG.

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Putkonen: Let's take some fan questions. Does Sasha "whip" (reprimand) you?

Luostarinen: No, just constructive criticism.

Mikkola: He's flicked me a couple times with a video where I ice the puck or something. More as a joke. He doesn't really "whip" (reprimand) me.

Manninen: But he gives that to Lunkka!

Mikkola: Lunkka is "in his teeth" a little. In a good way.

Putkonen: Yeah, he was already the last time we visited. Gave him an earful from some celly, telling him "don't jump to the glass, only juniors celly like that".

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[miraculouslbcnreactions]

My personal theory about why Lucky Charm "didn't work" in "Emotion":

It was completely unnecessary

Lucky Charm gives Ladybug "whatever Item that she needs to defeat her enemy". In this case, her enemy was Felix/Argos, who was kneeling in front of her and emotionally unable to fight (due to "death of his sister").

All Ladybug needed to do, is to knock Felix/Argos out and take Peacock Miraculous from his uncouncious body.

I think you're misremembering the sequence of events (or I'm not following your argument). Felix is fine when he snaps Ladybug away:

Argos: All of humanity will disappear if you don't hand it over! Are you willing to pay that price?! Ladybug: You're the only one who can answer that question. (Argos growls, and snaps Ladybug out of existence, and most likely the whole of humanity except for himself. We then see a short montage of him walking down the empty, quiet streets, as Red Moon is still up in the air. Argos walks towards the Louvre, then fades to Argos again, fanning himself while walking in the streets, grinning. Kagami is seen on the other side of the street, holding her bokken.) Kagami: (furious) You monster! You made everyone I love disappear!! (Argos holds up his hand to snap his fingers. Kagami puts up a battle stance.) Argos: Not everyone. (At the snap of his fingers, Adrien appears before them. Kagami gasps in disbelief.) Adrien: Kagami?! Félix? What happened? (to Argos) What've you done?

He only starts to break down when he can't bring Marinette back:

Adrien: How can I be happy without my friends, without my father, without the girl I love?! Argos: You really think I'm that evil? (goes to open the trash bin where he hid Marinette...) Ta-da! (...only to find it empty; Adrien and Kagami peek inside, too) Huh? That's weird. (snaps his fingers in hopes of bringing back Marinette) Huh?! I don't understand! (backs away from the trash bin) She should come back! (continues to snap his fingers) Something's wrong! I can usually bring back whoever I want, but it's like she's nowhere! Like she's completely gone! (apologetically) I'm sorry, Adrien!

This leads him to bring everyone back. Only then does he run off and break down while totally alone:

Marinette: Kagami! Adrien! (runs to them) I'm here! I'm fine! Kagami and Adrien: (in unison) Marinette! (The two of them run toward her and embrace her tightly.) Adrien: (softly) I was so scared! (Argos looks down, whimpers, and jumps off.) Scene: On the rooftops, Argos looks up at Red Moon in the sky. Argos: My friend, I've made a terrible mistake. I shouldn't have created you out of so much anger. Your power is terrible. What would've happened if I lost control? Can you forgive me? (drops to his knees) My friend, my sister. I release you from existence. (snaps Red Moon out of existence as he bursts into tears)

Ladybug had to lose or hide for all of this to happen as Felix was only defeated because he couldn't bring Marinette back since she was Ladybug at the moment. It's a pretty lackluster plot for sure, but I think that's why the lucky charm was nothing. Because Ladybug needed to lose for Felix to give up and him giving up was the only way to win because the peacock is broken in terms of power scaling.

[samssims]

📩Who is your favorite sim you've made? Why are they your favorite? Which sim have you had the longest? What makes them so special?📩

✧･ﾟ:*Armie*:･ﾟ✧

She is both my longest (that I still play) from her first rendition in 2019. I couldn't tell you why she is my favorite. I made her in CAS one day and just sort of fell in love...with her face. Like her face is adorable and perfect and my brain said :) yes. I tried out a story with her, didn't like it and then in 2020 made this punk vampire looking girl and was like "let's put her with this cutie". I have just fallen in love with them both as their story has unfolded. And here we are now a generation and a half later. 😭 It's been so hard to say goodbye. She's not gone yet and still has her elder years to go, but the end of her story is near and it's been making me emotional. No wonder it's taken me 3+ years to get to it. I hope you all have been enjoying her too and even when she is gone from us story-wise (whenever that happens) she will still be around in edits and other things!

[fortune-maiden]

I'm curious :D

would also love to hear people's thoughts in the tags :D