#yes we've been well fed

[sainzcaleruega]

overstimulated from all the content we got today i will need a moment to recover

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shots II

Pernille Harder x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Pernille and your shots

Magda has to take paternity leave. Well, technically she could have taken shared parental leave but it was difficult to do when both she and Pernille were athletes so paternity leave was the next best thing.

In theory, she was only entitled to two weeks but the club were generous and eager to keep her with them for many years.

They gave her six.

Six whole weeks to spend with you and Pernille in Pernille's little apartment in Germany. Six whole weeks to get used to you in her life and her new role as mother.

Six weeks, however, didn't extend to your first shots or, rather, your first group of shots after your birth.

You'd been given a round of vaccines in the hospital the day you were born along with being measured and weighed and checked for any issues.

Your next round comes at eight weeks though and Pernille is all alone.

You sit on the floor in front of her in your carrier. You're blissfully asleep, blanket wrapped around you and a little hat to keep your tiny head nice and warm.

You look peaceful and happy, smacking your lips together in your sleep like you're being fed in your dreams.

Pernille hates to ruin it but her name is called and she lifts up your carrier to head to the doctor.

"Right," The man says," Eight weeks. Is that about right?"

"Yes," Pernille says," Eight weeks."

"Well then." He wheels his chair back. "Let's get her weighed and measured and then we'll discuss shots."

Pernille gently gets you out of your carrier, carefully stripping you down to your nappy so you can be weighted accurately.

The doctor nods along with what he sees, noting it down in your baby book.

"Good weight. Good length. How is her eating?"

"Good," Pernille confirms," She's been doing really well. Sleeping good too."

The doctor continues noting things down. "And I seem to remember you saying your partner was returning home. Has that been an okay transition for you both?"

Pernille nods. "It was a little weird during the first few days but now we've adapted. It's going well."

"Good, good. Now, vaccines?"

Pernille winces inwardly. "I was told she's due a few."

"We can do all three today."

Pernille's eyes bulge. "All three? But-"

"Two are injections. One is oral," The doctor explains," It's best we get it all done today."

Pernille finds herself nodding. She knew that this would happen but she wasn't quite sure she'd prepared for it. But, still, she nods and signs the page in your baby book giving her consent.

The first one is simple and easy, liquid drops being placed into your mouth for you to swallow.

You've woken up now, pulling a face at the taste and smacking your lips together in annoyance.

Pernille can deal with that.

What she can't deal with is the way you go from annoyed to heartbroken as the doctor jabs two needles into your legs in short succession.

You're sobs are heartbreaking and you don't stop even when you're in the car.

"It's okay," Pernille coos at you, taking your hand and gently waving it around," It's okay. you're okay. It's to make sure you don't get ill later on."

But you're a baby and you don't understand why Momma has let you get hurt by the mean man with the cold hands.

So you keep sobbing.

Fat tears roll down your chubby cheeks as pain radiates from your leg where you've been jabbed.

"Shh, shh," Pernille says, her own tears pricking in her eyes," Princesse, baby, it's okay. It's over now. Momma's here."

But you don't stop and Pernille decides to just pick you straight out of your car seat, propping you up on her chest.

Tears roll down Pernille's cheeks, matching yours until you're both crying together.

"It's okay," She keeps repeating to you," It's okay. Let's get home, alright?

You sniffle, still whining.

"I know. That doctor was a meanie, sticking you with medicine that's going to save your life one day."

You whimper as Pernille clips you into your car seat again.

"Just a little longer," She promises you," And we'll be home for cuddles and nap time."

[thanks-for-the-crabapples]

Arcane S2 Thoughts - Caitlyn Changing

Just thinking more about Caitlyn and her timeline and her "changing." I have to remind myself that we've only seen a snapshot of Caitlyn and her ideals. Season 1 (Acts 2 and 3) takes place over what? One week? It's a crazy week, and yes, during S1 we see Caitlyn be incredibly empathetic to the Undercity and its people. She lets Vi out of prison. She shows compassion to Huck. She bridges the gap with Ekko. She defends the Undercity in front of the Council.

But we also see her have initial prejudice toward Vi (both in prison and out of it). She makes insensitive and naive comments about the Undercity (The Last Drop, shimmer addicts). She's trying her best, but you can tell there's subconscious issues there. And all the nice things we get to see her do are rooted in her self-appointed mission of taking down the leader of the Undercity to save the people there. People she really doesn't know that much about.

And she acknowledges that. She suspects that reality is different than the rhetoric she's been fed her entire life. Vi shows her the truth, and she sees the plight of the people there.

But, she's only had that truth for what? A week? And she's had this subconscious prejudice for 20 years? And then what happens?

Her mother is killed

The Undercity brutally attacks innocent (and not so innocent) civilians at a Memorial for said mother.

I mean, no wonder that bias is bubbling up again. No wonder Vi starts looking like an exception, and the Undercity folk start looking like, well, animals.

And we can still see that internal battle right? She tells the council it's just one person causing the issues, not the Undercity itself. She defends Vi to the Enforcers. Her objectives are focused on keeping the people of the Undercity safe, or at least minimizing damage.

But she still uses Hextech weaponry. She still uses The Gray to gas them out. She still threatens incarceration to that henchman in front of Vi.

Vi asks Caitlyn not to change. But Vi's only known Cait for one emotional, adrenaline-filled, sleep-deprived, chaotic week. Does she really know Caitlyn at all? Does Caitlyn even know herself?

I truly think Caitlyn's life changed when she met Vi, through Vi's heart and through her experience in the Undercity. But what is one week of change compared to 20 years of messaging. Compared to the grief of losing your mother. Compared to the guilt of believing that you could've stopped it. Had you been decisive enough. Had you been ruthless enough. Had you just, taken the shot.

Caitlyn calculates everything she does. And I think her fatal flaw is her belief that she, and she alone, can make the right decision. It's what led her to her rogue investigation in Season 1, and it's what's leading her to become Ambessa's war general in Season 2.

The environment you're in is a hell of a factor. We've never seen Caitlyn with a grief like this. We've never seen Caitlyn with this kind of power. And wow, the power. The power of her name, of her house, of the military. We don't know who Caitlyn will become in this new environment. She's probably finding out for herself.

So did Caitlyn change? I don't know, because I don't know if we ever really knew her at all.

[vroombeams]

Heloooo Kee! Can we put Galex in a situation, 7 and 13? (Trapped in a room/closet/elevator and Drugged/drunken/sleepy confession)

from this prompt list

"I think I'm in love with you," George slurs.

Alex pauses. He's got one finger hovering over the button for the sixteenth floor.

"I know," Alex tells him. "You said that last time this happened."

George gives him a look that's not all that far off from a kicked puppy.

"But I do," he says, all wobbly voice and wide eyes.

Alex goes back to pressing the elevator buttons, which aren't beeping or lighting up at all. Every time they've stayed at this hotel, this has happened. Every time they come to Spain, they book this same hotel, and every time they expect it to be different.

And this time Alex'd been the one in charge of booking. So he can't even blame George for it.

"I know," Alex says, impatient. They've only been here about five minutes. It usually doesn't take all that long to get going again, but it could be a whole hour stuck in here with George's maudlin ass.

"Alex," George says, piteously.

Alex sighs roughly and abandons the button panel to sit on the floor next to George. He looks a bit silly in his nice chinos and loafers and—cashmere, probably?—sweater, huddled up in the corner of a dim, dirty elevator, still looking at Alex like a kid who's had all of his candy stolen.

Alex plucks his hand out of his lap and winds their fingers together firmly.

"You're very drunk, Georgie," he starts.

"Yes, but—"

"—and you do this every time."

"Well, I—"

"—and we are literally here on vacation together," Alex interrupts. "There's one bed. We've got that big two person jacuzzi. I fed you dessert off my spoon at dinner."

George is quiet for a moment.

"We've been dating for months," Alex says. Because George Russell, after one too many drinks, becomes a fucking amnesiac.

"Oh," George says, suddenly beaming. "Oh. Well, that's nice."

Alex pats his hand consolingly. George is looking down at their twined fingers like he's just won the WDC.

"So," George says, leaning unsteadily closer. "So, do you—you like me?"

"Jesus Christ," Alex says.

The puppy eyes make a reappearance.

"Yes, George, I like you."

He looks a bit like he might cry out of sheer joy. Alex pats his hand again, and George wriggles closer. If the hotel staff doesn't get them out in the next three minutes, he's absolutely going to pass out on Alex's shoulder, and then Alex is going to have to half-drag him to their hotel room.

"I like you too," George says sleepily.

Alex would roll his eyes if there were anyone there to see it.

[itsmarsss]

32 for the kiss prompts (because if it doesn't invite stolitz I don't know what does lol).

And its 2:30am here so I'm going to bed, but the prompt you sent me will be out tomorrow :)

-Salem <3

32- a a kiss while someone watches...

…naturally. have i become unnoficial stolitz x reader nation?

warnings: established stolitz relationship, stolitz sex, implication of stolitz x reader sex, daddy kink, talks of having a threesome, im so tired rn if this is badly written im so sorry girly ily

you know… you, me and… someone else

Blitzø should probably have tried to find a more convenient way and some more convenient moment to talk about this.

It's not that it's impulsive. He's been rehearsing how to approach the subject for weeks now, but is there really a right way or a right time to ask your super lovey-dovey boyfriend if he'd be up for a threesome with your best friend without it sounding, like... really fucking wrong?

Maybe he should have planned a romantic night with rose petals on the bed and a bottle of wine and a bubble bath after fucking his brains out so good he saw stars and then eased the question in, but, man, he was getting fed up of thinking about it and not managing to say anything, so lying on the couch with Stolas draped on top of him with his weirdo telenovela in the background it would be.

"Hey. Stols?"

Stolas doesn't look away from the screen. "Yes, darling?"

"Can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?"

That seems to catch his attention. He looks up. "That makes me feel a lot like you're definitely going to say something that you already know will make me mad."

"No, it's just- just promise it already!"

"I'm getting worried."

"Stolas!"

"Alright! I promise. What it is?"

Oh shit he didn't think he'd actually be getting this far. "Have you ever... uh, you ever thought about a threesome?"

Stolas chokes on his own spit, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and he pushes himself up off Blitzø now, sitting down next to him and facing him. "A what?"

"A threesome. You know... you, me and... someone else."

"Someone else? Like who?"

"Answer the question first!"

"I- uh. I can't say I have seriously considered that before. Have you been thinking about that?"

"A little. Are you mad now?"

"Not mad. Just... surprised, is all."

"Are you actually cool with that?"

"I did make a promise."

"It's not ‘cause I don't think you're enough or anything."

"Okay."

Blitzø feels like this is a trap. Why was he being so chill about this? He feels the need to keep explaining himself. "I just... ya know, I thought it could be fun. I mean shit we've tired almost everything there is to try, right? But we've never had a threesome."

"Do you think we would enjoy that?"

"You never had a threesome?"

Stolas only glares at him. Obviously he hasn't, dumbass.

"Oh. Right. Well, I mean, it can be good, can be bad, can be whatever. Kinda the same shit as it is with just two people."

"And who would you want to bring into bed with us?"

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm trying to cheat on you."

"That is not what I'm doing."

It still feels like a trap, but what else was he to say than the truth? "Well. If you wanna know so bad. I could be down if y/n was down."

"Y/n... your best friend, y/n."

"You know, we can trust them, things would be comfortable. They’re not... bad to look at, either…”

Stolas stares down at him with an eyebrow raised, unamused. "If you're going to talk about this don't be a coward about it."

"Okay, I think they’re pretty hot and I've been thinking about fucking both of you for a while. But only if it's with you and only if you'd like it too. Or whatever.”

"How romantic."

"Don't be a dick, Stolas. I'm serious."

"No, that actually is very romantic coming from you."

"So. What'cha think about it? We don't have to do it. It's just a thought. Don't even know if they’d want to either."

"They would." Stolas states, as if that were obvious.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you really never noticed the way they look at the both of us?"

"What?"

"You know, at first I thought they just wanted to fuck you which, I will admit, it did make me a tad bit mad that they wanted my boyfriend like that. But then I noticed they were looking at both of us that same way. Especially when we're together."

"Wait, wait, wait, they’ve been giving me bedroom eyes this whole time? They’ve been giving you bedroom eyes this whole time?"

"If I'm not mistaken. I actually find it rather... endearing."

"And you never bothered to fucking say anything about it?"

Stolas simply shrugs. "Never came to mind. You can get pretty possessive, darling.” He cups Blitzø’s jaw with one of his hands, squeezing his cheeks together until he’s forcing Blitzø to pout. "I wouldn’t want to upset you."

Blitzø pushes his hand away. "So you find it endearing? What does that fucking mean? You into it?"

Stolas stops to think for a moment. "Yes, I suppose so."

"Oh shit. You saying we could do it?"

"Perhaps. Let me consider ir for a few days, will you?"

"Yeah. Yeah sure. Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

[. . .]

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Stolas repeats the word like a mantra, and he’s not sure if they’re meant for himself or for his boyfriend, but he couldn’t give a single fuck about it if he tried, because Blitzø has him with his back pressed to his chest, his legs spread wide so Stolas can sit pretty in between them with his own spread open as well. Stolas has his head thrown back onto Blitzø’s shoulder and his hips bucking up involuntarily into the vibrator Blitzø presses against his entrance, chasing a release pointlessly, as Blitzø’s still taking his sweet time before even considering pushing it inside of him.

He kisses Stolas’ neck as he moves the toy, playing with the pressure he holds it against his boyfriend’s body with before getting a twisted idea.

Stolas is still whispering something under his breath, and then Blitzø just stops. He halts all his movement, he retracts the hand that held the toy and he leans back on the bed frame, watching Stolas scramble to look at him in a mix of frustration and confusion. “What? Why’d you stop?”

“You’re gonna finish yourself off for me.”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m dead serious, hun.”

“I- I-“ Stolas is actually going to let Blitzø know how frustrated that made him when Blitzø slaps him across the face.

“Now.”

Oh shit. Fucking right away, sir.

Stolas goes back into the same position he was just in, back flushed to Blitzø’s chest and head on top of Blitzø’s shoulder, and impatiently moves his hands straight to his hole, wasting no time in inserting a finger in, already plenty wet from the fun that was cut short. He lets out a lewd, needy moan right to Blitzø’s ear as he pushes that finger in entirely, and Blitzø eats that right up.

“Needy fucking whore, can’t even tease yourself a little can ya? I’ll tell you what, you make yourself cum once and daddy makes you cum twice later, yeah? How about that?”

And then Stolas says the absolute most wildest thing he could say at that moment, all heavy breaths and whines and moans and hoots.

“Why don’t we call y/n up? I bet they could get me off for you.”

“What? You can’t just say that, Stols.”

“Ha. Made you blush.”

“What- what?”

“I don’t want to get myself off. It’s no fun. I want your big hands and your big fingers and your big dick and-“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I get it. You’re not getting away with that one, Stolas.”

“I don’t plan to.”

“Oh you are so getting it.”

“That is the plan, yes.”

[. . .]

Blitzø is on his knees with his arms around the back of Stolas’ thighs and he laps up at Stolas’ gushing hole, the leg his boyfriend had hiked over his shoulder to grant him better access shakes and the grip he has on the base of his horns tightens. Stolas lets out the prettiest, most beautiful noises as he lets him ride out his high with his tongue deep inside him until he’s being literally kicked away for causing oversensitivity. He loves it.

He stumbles as his back hits the floor but quickly props himself up on his elbows to look up at Stolas, who looked so very hot when he decided he did want to take charge, may Blitzø add.

“So. Good, huh?”

He knows it was good. He could see it was good, feel it was good, hear it was good, even taste it was good.

“Very good, y/n- sorry, Blitz.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Stolas smiles in contempt at his own ‘slip-up’ but says nothing.

[. . . ]

Blitzø may not be the greatest at getting hints but he’s sure gotten this one. He’s already chill with the threesome thing not happening and he’s already thinking of what the hell he can do to make Stolas stop being passive-aggressive about it.

He gets it, alright? It wasn’t a good thing to suggest they do, and he did not want to be caught by surprise by any more sarcastic remarks about that while they’re fucking just so Stolas can prove that point.

He’s trying to come up with a way to approach Stolas about that this time when he gets home to moaning, which just gets him excited, expecting to find Stolas with his hand between his thighs, humping his vibrator at a perfectly convenient time to be 'accidentally' caught, only to be met, instead, with his boyfriend, in just his robes, making out with his half-dressed best friend on his fucking bed.

They're so enthralled they don't even bother pulling away from each other, even though Blitzø knows they've noticed his presence in the room, still entangled in passionate, hungry, aggressive kisses that brought out noises so dirty they belonged in a porno.

And all of that just from kissing? Oh this had to be a show.

Maybe he got the wrong idea from Stolas’ reaction, then.

He's sure of that when they do pull away, and Stolas puts on a very low-effort façade of surprise before exclaiming "Darling! I didn't know you would be home yet!"

"Yeah, that why you were 'bout to fuck my best friend?" He eyes you up and down, and you look down at the floor, nervous about his reaction to the ‘surprise’ Stolas had staged and so, so hotly asked if you would be up to.

"Well I couldn't help but think about that conversation we had last week. And wouldn't you know it, y/n has had similar thoughts too!"

Blitzø eyes you. "That true?"

You nod. "Sorry if it’s weird."

"What is weird is coming home to you making out with my boyfriend."

"Oh, shit, I didn't- Stolas said- I’m sorry.”

"Yeah. Sooo weird. And so fucking hot. "

Oh, this was gonna be a fun night if he's ever had one.

[sgiandubh]

idk if you’ve watched it yet but in the 10th celebration video, the part where Sam says “we dnt even know when we’ll be released” and Caitríona’s reaction to it had me👀….like the rest of us it seems they too can’t wait for it all to end so they can finally “released” and free from St*rz clutches. But i thought that was interesting thing to take notice of

Dear Reaction Anon,

Of course I watched it. Friday, even. But I have a dinner to plan for Wednesday, my car to sell (plot thickens...), dinners in town and various people to see.... So, sorry for the delayed answer and so incredibly sorry for being also late to the Shipper Feast.

Almost everything has been dissected to death, as it always happens, but I might still throw in my two cents, after all. So, I'll simply relisten to that video as I answer you and hit stop every time something interesting that has not been mentioned in here yet, made me go hmmm, ok?

At the 01:35 mark, S: 'yeah, it was such a whirlwind, you know, I mean, going straight into screentests and then looking for THE Claire, and it took quite a while, and then this one landed in Scotland, you know, weeks before we just started'

Here is her reaction - definitely fed up with this peasant, right?

Also, as a side note, did you notice how emotional S gets every single time babies and domestic scenes are mentioned? For a man who supposedly has no family of his own, that is surely strange.

And then you are so, so right, Anon, this is how she reacted to his 'being in a bubble for ten years and we don't even know when we'll be released what the world looks like' comment:

Did I notice an impish smile? Well, I surely did, Anon - and so did you.

It was a smart move to watch them watch OL. I found it very interesting, lots of clues about their joint dynamic:

She, as always, is leading the pack. He is more reserved and usually takes his cues from her, constantly seeks her approval. Gradually relaxes as she seems to imply the context is 'safe enough' to loosen up a bit. And yes, this is all instinctive, by now. If I knew absolutely nothing about These Two and saw them act and react like this IRL, I would definitely have questions.

And yes, I think he could listen to her talking about WWII medical pamphlets and bandages for days and still never get bored. This guy still lives to make her laugh:

Psst, Anon - see how they hate each other, here? Which really makes me think the 'just promo/fan service' argument is borderline schizophrenic, really - and why is S wooden and clumsy when promoting anything else with ANY OTHER WOMAN in our galaxy, by the way? Also, S and McTavish pretending they were still friends at that MIK event in London was 'just fan service' - this? This is not really that.

And then, oh dear me darling, that photo. I can almost hear two different kinds of 'shiiiiit' reactions, here:

He knows he mustn't slip - as he usually does, she is more like 'shiiiiit, hehehe, see what we've done here'. Logically, then, he brings about that sorry modicum of an excuse 'I've been so jetlagged' (jetlag was actually the least problematic thing, in that pic, ROFL; also, there are two people in that pic, bless your 💖🤣). Followed by the only diversion he could think of: bringing in the 'thousands of people, that was incredible, blah blah' - and then she dutifully chimes in: ' I think we did Hall H...? the big one...?' (strange comments for a pic where one can see two very cozy and scantily dressed people, LOL). Dilute, dilute, dilute. But it's Horowitz reply that interested me the most: ' it's too bad you guys aren't photogenic, even after a long flight, like what a mess you guys look like, there':

He threw a bait, C took it: 'weeelllll...' and then Josh ended it with a simple, smiling 'please' that, in my mind, is on par with KDS' 'believe what you want'.

I also found very telling one of the last remarks by Horowitz, too: ' it's ok, they can't fire you now, it's too late, it's way too late'. Granted, it was about the trivia and allegedly in jest, but really?

And there you have it, Anon. Perhaps it's not much, but as always, I tried to take the road less traveled by. Thanks for giving me the opportunity.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Everybody Loves Somebody

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Summary: When your first argument with Joe turns into one of the biggest relationship milestones.

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

A/N: More high school Joe and y/n for V-DAY!! You and Joe have been together for 4 months. The argument is mentioned in this previous fic, so if it feels familiar, that's why!

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April, 2015

For the first time this school year, I didn't want to go to school. I didn't want to go to first period. I didn't want to sit in chemistry. I didn't want to see Joe.

We've been together for four months now, and having Joe as my boyfriend and built-in best friend has been amazing.

Most days after school, we'd go to each other's houses. Alternating every day.

We became inseparable. Experiencing teenagehood with each other.

Yesterday, though, we got into our first argument, and it was over something completely stupid.

I was over at Joe’s house, sitting on his bed as he played video games on the floor.

He hadn't spoken a word to me since we had gotten here. and I had been there for almost two hours.

——

“Joey.” - you

He didn't answer.

“Joey.” - you repeated, a little louder

Again, I was met with silence. Feeling fed up, I crawled off of his bed and walked over to where he was.

“Joseph Lee.” - you tapped his shoulder

All he did was look up at me with a smile and winked before looking back at his screen.

Okay, I'm done.

I grabbed my backpack off of the floor and slung it over my shoulder before walking towards his door and pushing it open.

“y/n?” - Joe

I heard the sound of headphones and a controller hitting the floor before loud footsteps followed behind me.

“Where are you going?” - Joe

Without saying a word, I walked into the living room towards the front door.

“Leaving so soon?” - Robin

“Yeah, sorry. Just getting a little bored.” - you

I flashed Joe a petty smile, to which he gave me a confused look back.

“Oh… well, get home safe! Joe, would you walk her to her car?” - Robin

“I was going to.” - Joe nodded

Not waiting on Joe, I said my goodbyes and opened the front door. I walked to my car at a fast pace.

“Baby… what's going on? Are you mad? Did I do something?” - Joe

“First of all, don't ‘baby’ me, Joseph. Secondly, yes, I'm mad. Thirdly, you didn't do something. It’s more that you did absolutely nothing.” - you

“I'm not following.” - Joe

“Of course, you aren't. All you follow are those stupid video games.” - you

“Oh, I see what this is about. You're mad that I was playing games.” - Joe

“No, you idiot! I couldn't care less if you played those games.” - you

“Aye, calm down. Just come back inside, and we can talk this out. If I did something that upset you, I'd like to know so that I can fix it.” - Joe

“Now you want to talk?!” - you

I grabbed my keys out of my purse and started unlocking my car.

“y/n, if you're gonna leave, at least gimme a kiss, please?” - Joe

After looking at him for a few seconds, I rolled my eyes and got into my car, slamming the door in his face before driving off.

——

After begrudgingly getting ready for school, I slowly drove to the building and walked inside.

When I walked into the chem room, Joe’s stuff was in his seat, but he wasn't.

I sat down at my usual spot and fiddled with my pencil, anxiously dreading Joe showing up.

When he finally did, it was right before the late bell rang.

Joe sat down without saying anything, but I could tell he was itching to get something off of his chest.

“Uhm, I know you're mad at me, but can I ask you something?” - Joe

I nodded my head without even looking at him.

“Yesterday, when you left, that wasn't you breaking up with me, right?” - Joe

After almost choking on my saliva, I turned to see his sad face full of seriousness.

“What? No! Of course not. You're still my boyfriend, and it was just a little argument. I'm so sorry if you thought I was leaving you.” - you

“It's okay… I'm just glad I was wrong because… never mind.” - Joe

“No, what is it?” - you

“It's not important.” - Joe

Except it really really was.

Later in class, Joe couldn't stop thinking about what he almost said because he wanted to say it so badly. He was just worried you didn't feel the same.

After thinking about it for way longer than he should've, Joe found a way to maybe get over his worries.

I watched Joe rip out a small piece of paper from his notebook and turn his back to me so I couldn't see what he was writing.

Soon, he scooted the piece of paper upside down over to me.

When I flipped it over, butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

In Joe’s handwriting was something that made me know I was going to keep this piece of paper forever.

I love you.

Looking up at Joe’s smiling face, his cheeks were blushed like mine, and I couldn't help but grin.

When the teacher wasn't looking, I leaned in close to Joe’s ear.

“I love you too.” - you

And Joe would be the only person you'd ever romantically tell that to.

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Authors note: SO CUTE. SURPRISE VDAY FIC.

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 🤍🤍

[neeksparksg]

A Moonlit Memory

On 0001 Cemetery Lane stood the Addams mansion, looming in eerie grandeur against the dim light of a misty morning.

Y/n, stepped into the living room. "Ghoulheart, my love," she purred, wrapping her arms around Gomez, who was engrossed in his model trains. "are we letting the locomotives roam free today?"

Gomez chuckled, his mustache twitching with excitement. "Absolutely, Amore mio! All aboard the Addams Express!" He turned to face her, planting a kiss on her lips.

Just then, Morticia entered, her elegant gown flowing as gracefully as ever, her presence enough to capture everyone’s attention. "Beautiful as always, my beloved Nightshade," Y/n greeted her, giving a subtle but intimate kiss on Morticia's cheek.

Morticia’s lips curved into a smile. "And a lovely morning to you too, my love." She reached for Gomez, pulling him into their embrace.

Their moment was interrupted by Uncle Fester, bursting into the room. "Gomez! Y/n! Morticia! Guess what I've invented? A train track that changes its form automatically!" he declared, dragging in a desk covered with a blanket.

Gomez’s eyes lit up like a child’s on Halloween. "Fester, you’ve outdone yourself! Let’s give it a whirl!"

"Boys and their trains," Y/n whispered with a smile as she watched Gomez and Fester excitedly pull the blanket off the table to reveal an built-in train track.

As Fester and Gomez fiddled with the setup, Morticia turned to Y/n. "There will be a beautiful full moon tonight, my dear. Perfect for a moonlit stroll."

A smile crept across Y/n’s face at her wife’s suggestion. "Absolutely perfect, my love. Let's ask Lurch and the kids if they’d like to join." She pulled on the rope hanging from the ceiling, ringing the large bell that echoed through the house.

Lurch’s tall, looming figure appeared silently from the shadows. "You rang?"

Y/n looked at him with a grin. "Lurch, my dear, ominous friend, would you accompany us on a moonlit stroll tonight?" Lurch answer was just to give a solemnly nod.

Just then, Grandmama shuffled in from the kitchen. "A stroll, eh? Just remember to watch out for werewolves!"

"Don’t worry, Mamá," Y/n replied. "I’ll be sure to pack a snack for them."

The sound of scampering feet announced the arrival of Wednesday and Pugsley. "Morning, Mother, Mom," Wednesday greeted, looking up at Morticia and Y/n. "We've been working on a potion to turn vegetables into bats."

Pugsley added, "It’s not working yet, but it makes great slime!" He held up his hands, covered in a gooey mess.

Y/n chuckled. "Still that is Impressive work, you two."

As the morning melted into afternoon, the family went about their usual activities. Morticia tended her garden; Y/n rested in the living room, listening as Lurch played the piano; Gomez and Fester tried to outdo each other with in a explosives battle, and Wednesday and Pugsley enjoyed their break in the playroom after finishing Grandmama’s lessons.

As night fell, the family gathered in the garden, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. Before setting off, Y/n turned to the kids. “Did you remember to leave food for Aristotle and Homer?”

“Yes, we fed them earlier,” Pugsley replied. Fester chimed in, “And I gave Kitty Kat some meat. You know how much that cat eats—wouldn’t want him sneaking out to hunt.”

“Good thinking,” Y/n nodded approvingly. “Poor thing wouldn’t last a second out there.” With everyone ready, they began their moonlit stroll, arms linked.

“It truly is a remarkable night,” Morticia murmured, resting her head on Y/n’s shoulder.

Gomez grinned. “Absolutely. A brilliant idea to come out tonight!”

The stars twinkled above, casting long, shifting shadows across the garden. Pugsley and Wednesday glanced up at their parents, curiosity lighting their faces.

“Mom, Dad… Mother,” Pugsley began, “how did you three meet?”

Morticia’s lips curled into a nostalgic smile. “Ah, well then, gather ’round, and we’ll share a tale from the days of our youth.”

Gomez leaned in, his eyes gleaming. “It was a night much like this, many moons ago. Your mother and I were young.”

Morticia continued, her voice soft and melodic. “We’d heard whispers of a peculiar circus in town, one promising oddities beyond imagination. Naturally, we thought it would make for an unforgettable date.”

Gomez chuckled, his enthusiasm infectious. “The circus was like no other—a strange blend of performances and macabre wonders. But amid it all, we spotted something special.”

Morticia gently brushed a stray lock of Wednesday’s hair. “A curious sign caught our attention: ‘Gaze into the Spirit Veil and Communicate with the Beyond.’ We were intrigued, drawn in by the mysteries it promised.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled as Morticia spoke. “We entered a tent adorned with mystic symbols and deep velvet curtains. In the center, a figure cloaked in shadow awaited. She stepped into the light, revealing the most captivating girl I’d ever seen.”

Pugsley leaned forward, wide-eyed. “You were part of the circus?!”

Y/n chuckled softly. “Yes. I had a gift—connecting with spirits—and the circus… well, they exploited it. People would come to speak to the beyond through me.”

Wednesday’s curiosity deepened. “What happened next?”

Gomez’s gaze softened, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. “As I looked into Y/n’s eyes, it felt like the world around us disappeared. We were drawn to each other like moths to a flame.”

Morticia’s voice held a touch of mystery. “It was love at first sight.”

Y/n’s smile was tender. “We spoke without words; it was as if our souls connected in that single moment.”

Gomez’s tone turned mischievous. “We knew we had to help Y/n escape the circus and its clutches.”

Morticia nodded, her eyes reflecting a boldness from her younger years. “With a plan as daring as it was risky, we orchestrated a grand escape. Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, we whisked Y/n away into the warmth of our love.”

Pugsley’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “And then you got married?”

Gomez laughed, ruffling Pugsley’s hair. “Exactly, my boy!”

Y/n let out a soft laugh, watching her family fondly. “Well, it wasn’t quite that simple, but yes, that’s how it all started.”

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

[whydon-twego]

Courtship

"I want to court you" Merlin, lying naked beside him, sighs heavily and turns to look at him. "We've been over this, Arthur" Arthur remains silent for a few seconds, his fists closed and his teeth biting his lower lip because Arthur does not want to blurt out on the matter, not this time. "If I could woo you openly the nobles would not be piling like lions on a carcass!" Merlin raises an eyebrow and looks at him with an amused air "Am I a carcass now?" "You know what I mean!" Merlin sighs. "Is it because of Lord Smith?" Arthur does not reply and that is an answer in itself. "Arthur, you know perfectly well that I have no interest in anyone else, in any way, ever. And you know perfectly well that since you made me Court Sorcerer I can say no to anyone I want. So Lord Smith, like all the other Lords before him, got a resounding no for an answer." Arthur now turns to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed in contrition. "But there would be no need for all this if only we could say publicly that we are together" Merlin is tired of this talk, he is tired of Arthur bringing it up at every opportunity, and he is tired of always having to be the one to say no. "You need a queen by your side, Arthur. You need someone who can run a kingdom and help you run it and that someone is not me, more importantly, you need someone to give you an heir, and that someone is certainly not me." Arthur jumps out of bed and Merlin misses his presence, misses the warmth radiating from Arthur's body, his smell.

"You've known this about me for as long as we've known each other, Merlin, I will only marry for love and, above all, I will not have a Favourite, a lover or whatever the hell you want to call them"

Arthur is angry, wandering around the room always in his nudity and seems to have no intention of dressing even for this (umpteenth) speech.

Merlin's heart breaks a little.

"Yes, I know."

Of course Merlin knows, of course he is more than aware.

At that, Arthur's sky-blue eyes rise and go to rest on Merlin and Merlin has never seen him so serious.

"So you… so you think I'm going to get out of that bed one day and wake up a changed man? You think I'm going to wake up one day and think 'well, I'm not in love with Merlin anymore, I can move on'?"

Merlin's throat went dry and his eyes wide.

"Don't you dare, Merlin. You can't make that face, you can't be surprised to hear me say I'm in love with you. What did you think this was all about, a little game?"

"Hearing you say it is still different, alright?"

Arthur raises his arms to the sky and shrugs at him, starting to walk back and forth across the room, Merlin gets up to sit on the bed.

"You've been sleeping in my bed for over a year, Merlin. It's been more than a year that I've made you Lord, it's been more than a year that I've been going on and on asking you to begin a courtship in the light of day. What did you think that meant? Was I supposed to say it out loud? Well, I'll say it out loud: I'm in love with you, Merlin. For over ten years now if memory serves and I don't think it will be such a passing thing, your continued refusal of a courtship will only lead to a King ruling alone, unbelievably unhappy and sad when he has what he desires just a few mere steps away."

Merlin has brought his knees up to his chest as self-defence, because his heart is hammering so hard that he is afraid it might burst out of his ribcage.

Arthur approaches and in a few strides he is back on the bed, next to Merlin who is looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Arthur…"

"In fact, you know what, Merlin? I am your king and I am an incredibly fed up king, I command you to accept my courtship!"

Merlin stares at him for a few moments, astonished, and then bursts out laughing.

"You know it never did any good to order me anything."

Arthur is lying beside him now, looking at him hopefully.

"I am ready to accept any responsibility for it"

Merlin leans down to kiss him because otherwise he might do something as stupid as cry.

"I love you, too" he whispers.

"I know, because apparently I'm not the dollop-head in this relationship."

Merlin throws a pillow at him.

Arthur gets up and goes to announce to the court that he is about to begin a courtship with his Court Sorcerer.

"Put your clothes on at least, before you go out!"

Arthur does not. Merlin is madly in love with this too.

[miidnighters]

It's my birthday ! To celebrate, I wanted to put together a little shout out of people I love because it's the most surefire way to get compliments back in return (I'm kidding!). Thankyou so much for writing with me and mashing our barbies together and making this hellsite such a fun place to be.

Also, seeing how this has changed from my last shoutout at Christmastime - notably, the people I tagged as "people I love who I don't write with very much" but who now I write with or talk to every day lmao.

Please let this have tagged everyone I wanted to tag

@92328

I love u so much. U know I do. I love all the random questions u ask and ur request for Isaac Facts and the fact that you refer to Morgan as "Nora's Husband" and the way you wanna lock Flynn up in a tower to keep him a baby forever. Never change lmao.

@bloodykneestm

Bender ur characters are chefs kiss and our dynamics are chefs kiss and I get such a huge smile whenever I see u in my notifs (either here or on disco). I love the things we come up with together.

@cigarettesandcoffee

My darling! I know you're not writing a lot atm but it makes my day whenever we chat and whenever you pop up with some random love. All of our pairings are so good and I can't wait to see what we cook up for the others.

@draconisa

I know you're ALSO not writing a lot atm but Dany and Isaac have my whole heart plus everything that we're doing on the multi for everyone there like. My brain is still stuck on Harts and Vasile like. Does it get any better?

@epistrefei

HELLO. ARTEMIS. WOW. I am so in awe of the original spin you're able to put on such a well-known character - and it's not just Artemis and Billie, it's Barty and Flynn, and watching what you do with Zahrosa and so many others.

@exquisitexagony

Sami is my baby. The relationship they have with Flynn and Bella (or Bella and Arthur) and all the others is so special to me, as well as everything we have going on your other blogs (Callie and Shimi, for example? Yes).

@fangmother

Rainer is who I want to be when I grow up. If I could be half as confident and gave less fucks. I love seeing all the wild shit she gets up to and following her different relationships with people who have been in her life for varying lengths of time.

@freekzout

What can I say about the freekz? Callie and Funke's relationship is so special to me BUT also the friendships we've built? Lu and Ruth? Flynn and Ruth? Bella and the both of them? Not to mention your other blogs - Bella and Connie in particular.

@inrovina

Every relationship my characters have with Xeno is SO special. Flynn and Lake are SO special. I'm so excited for what other shenanigans they get up to and all the potential new stuff we're doing on your multi !

@kurjaks

I need to put this man in an enclosure and study him. I love him so much, and I love the careful way you've crafted him, and the truly unique way he carries and conducts himself. PLUS the way we chat ooc? Peak.

@mystiika

Every one of your muses is a darling to me. We've started creating such interesting relationships between a few of our muses in varying stages of romance or friendship and I cannot wait to do more with you.

@recitedemise

Every time I see you in my notifs I know I am getting fed the Good Shit. You have such a way with words and what we've crafted between Gale and Callie is really something special to me. Plus to varying relationships w Harts and Bella? Yes.

@sorrowsick

There is no muse of yours that I don't love down bad. We have some truly batshit stuff going on and I know that I can always come to you with the wildest ideas and we can make it work. I am truly your biggest fan.

@soulmissed

August is the only child character I write with and I think that says something bc it's hard to write a child without them being too much of a caricature and it's hard to build relationships without them being one-note but you so it SO well, so we have such beautiful ties.

@starlyht

One of the true lights of my life I adore seeing u on my dash and in my notifs. We have some great ties between our characters and I truly love seeing your thoughts on lycanthropy or drow society or whatever takes your fancy.

@stcllata

I love that every pairing we toss together just seems to Work lmao. Whatever the situation, whoever the muse, we can always put them together and come out with something good. And by good I often mean shippy but like. Who's gonna tell us no?

@tewwor

I am so in awe of your mind and your worldbuilding, and I am so lucky to be able to play in these spaces you've built. I love the relationships we've built and I love that we can throw different characters together to see what sticks.

@vitalphenomena

I say this with the UTMOST affection but this is the most messed up roster of characters I've ever seen and I adore writing with them. I adore exploring all the different facets of their characters and how my characters interact with their struggles bc they're NOT perfect.

@whileurmine

If I see a man over 30 on my dash, odds are it's you. I love your roster and I love our OOC hate sessions and I love that we can both puck up and put down starters like nothing. Whether it's something established or a new idea we can always put a pair together.

@yxkanna

I know you're ALSO not writing atm but I have to let you know how much I love you and your babies. Not just Nick but all of them. We have some really interesting dynamics both platinic and romantic and I can't wait until you're back to pick them up.

And then of course some other shoutouts of people I don't love any less but perhaps don't write with or talk to as often <3 (which should change, honestly. Come yap w me <3)

@abysswarden | @berylcluster | @bucketkicked | @byanyan

@coastercrushed | @corsey | @cragsnow | @demonstigma

@downspirals | @fvzzyelf | @godstrayed | @hegrudges

@idnull | @kxllerblond | @lcngdays | @nabaidhean-neonach

@platiinums | @pohlepen | @redemnation | @strszyga

@withbeasts | @xinxiins

[hang1n]

Thinking about how Alec would process his emotions (and just about him in general):

I feel like Alec would rationalize his feelings to a detrimental extent.

Funneh receiving a gift from Evan that's objectively greater than his? Yeah, that makes sense, and even though he's kinda hurt by the sentiment he'll back away and throw away his own gift because it's pointless if Funneh already has a better gift. Why would he feel upset over this? Clearly Evan was better, and Funneh prefers him over Alec, so it's okay because she's happy and well.

Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

Having to deal with leaving Funneh for Yandere? That makes sense, totally. And even though he's kinda angry (more like fuming at having to meet up with his boss whilst on a date with the girl of his dreams). That's okay, it's fine because it's not like he can do anything else; Yandere has dirt on him, and vice versa. He needs the money. He needs this. He can't do anything about this. So, he calms down fairly easily, and somehow keeps his anger intact because he shouldn't be angry.

DO YOU GET ME!?!??

Inherently, Alec simply views his problems as just problems. It's not a big deal– it's fine; it's okay, he can handle this much because he's dealt with worse and he'll continue to deal with even worst soon enough. He minimizes his issues, because of course he does. It's the only sort of control he feels he has over his life, and Alec is desperate to feel in control, for once.

Because his entire life, he has never really been in control. External issues have always defined him, and he's unable to break away from this identity. After all, who would he be without serving someone else? His home has robbed his childhood and life from him– having to mature early, work for his family, and provide and take care of things that should absolutely not be a child's responsibility. Yandere’s dirty work was probably something hurriedly pushed into his hands, and he was forced to deal with it– because he needs this, needs the money, needs to keep going because what then if he doesn't??

And yes, I know, we've seen him speaking harshly at times (mostly to those he doesn't like, because he rarely ever speaks to Funneh like that. So honestly, I think we're really seeing him through rose-tinted glasses for the entire series because it's from Funneh’s perspective). But I think that's just him being impulsive, unable to keep everything from spilling and being far too fed up with people. Also I just think he doesn't care sometimes, especially when it's someone he doesn't care about– I don't think he bothers speaking with care around those kind of people. Also, essentially– I think Alec treats people like how they treat him. If they don't respect him, then he'll be just as petty and won't respect them either. If they're nice to him, he'll tone it down, and remain fairly respectful. As said from his wiki ‘when someone bites him, he bites back.’ I think it's quite a fitting explanation for his actions. Sometimes.

[polakina]

in the shadows

rating: explicit

outline: after a botched mission, everyone's on a knife's edge. you take yourself outside while everyone is in the food hall, feeling like a cigarette will calm your anger. Ghost joins you, and the both of you find a better way to let out a bit of frustration.

warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, smoking, dirty talking, dirty thougts

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

masterlist

II

To express it lightly, that mission was the most fucked up you'd had in a long time. No one spoke the whole ride home. Not even Soap, which surprised you.

After Ghost had finished his long lecture, his shouts were heard even above the helicopter blades, nobody even dared look in his direction after that. You sat there quietly, between two other soldiers who looked down at their black boots as you did, their breathing quiet enough to go almost unheard. It would take Riley a while to come down from his rage after this one, that was for sure.

If only that one shot hadn't been fired early by that idiot with a trigger-happy hand, perhaps it would have all gone a different way. Then Hassan and his men wouldn't have scattered into the shadows and your team might have actually had something to bring back to base other than your sorry asses. You cast a glance over to the newbie soldier who caused your fuck up, and he never managed to meet your eye. He was surely in for a whooping when you got back to base.

"Right," Ghost's voice echoed throughout the carrier, everyone's heads spinning to face him as he stood in the center of the metal box. "Everyone reports back to their bunks when we land, get yourselves cleaned and fed and meet me and Vargas in the meeting room for a debrief in an hour." That was all he said. The second you landed, he left without a word, the rest of you following in his wake.

"How long do you think until he's calmed down after this one?" Soap asked you quietly as the two of you walked back to your rooms, everyone dispersing behind their own doors without a sound.

"Well, remember last time?" You mused, hearing Soap's grunt of acknowledgement. "He was pissed off about that for almost two weeks. But this, this is worse. I won't be surprised if he doesn't speak to us for at least a month after this." Soap just hummed, agreeing silently.

"Then let's just pray it passes quickly, eh? We've gotta get this job done one way or the other, and I'd rather it be without having one eye on the target and the other on Ghost." You both nodded in agreement before returning to your respective rooms, which happened to be opposite one another. Once back inside your room, you stripped off your clothing and were happy to be greeted with hot water on your back as soon as stepping into the wet room. 

After cleaning the dirt and blood from your hair and body, you changed into more comfier clothes, happy to feel soft pants and a simple cotton shirt on your skin once again. You remained in your room for a while, stretching out your sore muscles and kneading the knots in your back and legs from being on your feet the whole day, running and hoisting yourself over more fences than you cared to count.

After an hour or so, you heard the guys from the unit all leaving their rooms to head to the kitchen to find food, rambling and shouting like schoolboys as they passed your door, banging on it childishly to call you for dinner. You didn’t join them, not feeling much of an appetite after the day you’d had. But you were in the mood for nicotine. It seemed to be all that cleared your head and calmed you after a mission. You could hear Price in the back of your mind telling you how those things could kill you. You heard yourself responding to him the same every time, “yes but a bullet would kill me faster, and I still face those everyday”. He’d stopped commenting on it after that.

Taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter off your nightstand, one gifted to you by Ghost three years ago with a skeleton on the metal case, you made your way outside. Using the back door which was accessible walking past the kitchen where the boys were sitting eating, you gave a small smile as they called to you, waving over. Ghost was sat amongst them, besides Soap at the bench table in the center of the room. He glanced at you as you walked away, noting that you left through the backdoor and got up to follow you out.

“Everything good, L.T?” Soap asked him, watching him stand from his seat.

“All good, Soap. Just gonna check up on her for a sec,” Ghost responded, his Mancunian accent seeping through the gruffness of his voice. Soap just nodded acknowledgingly and said nothing more, digging into his meal. 

You lit your cigarette, sitting on the pile of military weapon cargo boxes stacked outside the tent. Breathing in the smoke, you cast your eyes over to the setting sun dipping behind the mountains that encircled your base camp. It was pretty, the sky painted an array of purples and oranges. But your silent moment was cut off by the door shutting rather harshly to your left. It made you jump. Ghost chuckled lowly for only himself to hear.

“Not hungry, I’m guessing?” Ghost speculated, leaning against the cargo boxes next to you. 

You shook your head, taking another puff and blowing it out into the passing wind. “Not really. Just ready to get back out there, honestly.” That made Ghost raise a brow, looking over at you for a second. 

“So soon?” He inquired.

“Of course,” you inhaled once again, taking a moment to let the smoke drift down your throat. “Never leave a mission unfinished, right?” Ghost grunted approvingly, nodding his head slightly.

“Right,” he smiled slightly, seeing you nod in agreement out of the corner of his eye. “You gotten any sleep recently? You’ve been a little out of it the past few weeks.”

That made you turn your head. “There’s a rookie that fired early who deserves a seeing to, but you’re asking about me because you think I’m out of it?” You asked aback at his words. 

“Woah, I already spoke to the kid. Well, spoke is a soft term for how I said it, it was more shouting.”

“More like screaming,” you mumbled. “We all heard you from our rooms, Riley. It was pretty harsh.”

“You think I was too hard on him?”

“No, he deserved it. Our mission fell apart. Fuck knows when we’re going to get another chance,” you breathed out, the annoyance lacing your tone. And Ghost could hear it. He patted your leg comfortingly.

“We’ll get them next time, love. Don’t worry,” he assured you. It was a strange feeling, not a bad one, just strange. Riley comforting you, being…sweet. You liked it. 

The two of you had known eachother for years, been through hell together. Brought eachother back from the dead on more than one occasion. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for eachother, nothing you hadn’t already done for eachother. But this was new, his sweeter side coming through. 

“You did good today, love. Real good. Despite everything, I always got you to count on,” he admitted, leaning into this kinder side that had grown on him. His hand stayed firmly planted on your thigh, his thumb circling over your pants. You made no move to stop him. You liked the feel of his palm on your leg, thumb drifting over it slowly. 

“Wouldn’t have gotten through it without you, Lieutenant,” you smiled, looking over at him. He chuckled, and you joined him. Your cigarette was half smoked, the ash on the precipice of falling to the ground. You felt it being taken from your hand, Ghost pulling the front of his balaclava down with the same hand he held the cigarette with before bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply.

You instinctively looked ahead, not wanting to invade the thing he kept most private. You heard his exhale, seeing the puff of smoke out of your peripheral. It was itching at you, to look at him. Even for just a second. But you refrained. You had to. 

“I can practically feel you trying to keep your eyes off me. It’s sort of amusing,” Ghost huffed a laugh, taking another hit of the cigarette in his fingers.

“Excuse me, I can keep my eyes to myself, thank you very much,” you smiled, a teasing tone coming through your voice. “Who said I wanted to look at you anyway?”

“Ah okay, love. So I’ll just pretend I don’t catch you looking at me during meetings, hmm?” He teased back, grip tightening on your thigh a little. 

“Don’t know what you mean, Lieutenant,” you smirked, feeling his eyes on you all of a sudden.

“Since when did you call me, Lieutenant,” Ghost asked, inquisitively. “Ever since I made this rank, you’ve never used the title.”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, still looking ahead. 

“Going all quiet on me all of a sudden, soldier? That’s not like you at all.” You still said nothing, you just heard Ghost pushing himself off the cargo boxes and walking around to stand in front of you. Your eyes averted, again off instinct. You looked down, seeing his legs standing between yours. “Say what’s on your mind, love.”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself. “There’s nothing to say, boss.”

“Uh huh.” He was not convinced. Neither were you, to be honest. “You gonna look me in my eyes and tell me that?”

You hesitated, and Ghost waited for a few seconds. But as everyone in the team knew, he grew impatient and took matters into his own hands. You felt his gloved hand cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his.

Your eyes widened as you met eyes with Ghost. His face. It was uncovered by his balaclava that he never seemed to take off. You couldn’t help but stare. Before, you’d only ever seen his eyes, but now you saw the whole picture.

“What? Cat got your tongue, soldier?” That smile. You could look at it forever. The small dimple that formed on his right cheek, the little creases in his face when he smiled. He really was beautiful. “See something you like?”

“I…” your words had escaped you as you looked up at the man looming over you, a smirk now present on his face at your awed expression. “Maybe I do.”

He just hummed, the smirk never leaving his face. His free hand stayed on your jaw, stroking patterns into your cheek, while the other flicked away the cigarette in his hand. “Oh yeah?” There was a mischievous look in his eye that didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Riley, I-”

“Uh uh, no,” he said, silencing you immediately as you looked up at him expectantly. “You can refer to me by my proper title, can’t you, soldier?” That low, gruff tone sent something racing through you. The way he looked down at you with dark, piercing eyes, eager for something. Something you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Yes,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

Then his fingers tightened on your jaw. “Yes, what?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned down, mere inches from your face. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

You didn’t know what had gotten into Ghost, but you were loving this new side of him. 

“Good.” He pulled your face closer to his, and you could practically feel his breath on your cheek. “Now you tell me if you want me to stop, love.”

Your response came amost instinctively. “I don’t want you to stop.”

All you saw was a flash of a smile before his lips met yours. You melted into his touch, feeling his hands on your thighs, your hips, gripping you softly wherever he could. His lips moved against yours perfectly, and you felt a light scratch of stubble against your chin and cheeks. His face was warm, most likely from the humidity falling over the dark sky, and it was a comforting feeling against your colder cheeks. 

His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you wasted no time letting him explore you with it. You practically moaned against his mouth, and Ghost pulled you flush against him, your legs pressed against the sides of his thighs.

He was loving this. Feeling you settle into his arms, your legs clenching around his thighs, your hands grabbing at his arms and shoulders. He needed you. As much as he’d want to get you back to his room for more privacy, he was more than ready to take her right out here. And so were you. 

His hands drifted down your back to your ass, unde ryour pants to cup your flesh, enjoying the way you moaned into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. You let your hands wander down, feeling the muscle under his black vest, until you felt your fingertips reach the cold metal buckle of his belt. You smiled against his lips, and he knew where you were taking this. 

You unclipped the belt hastily, smooth motions until the clasp fell apart and dangled low. The buttons came next, you undid them without letting your lips leave his. His hands followed suit, reaching around to the front to swiftly unzip your soft tan pants and tug them down your legs. The backs of your thighs were hit with the cold, hard plastic of the cargo box, mingled with the warmthness of Ghost’s hands on you. 

He pulled away, not before kissing your cheek, leaving you breathless and wanting. He smiled down at you, seeing in your eyes how much you wanted him, reflecting in his own of how badly he needed you. Right now. 

“Please,” you whispered, as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, pulling it down gently. Your hand slid into his pants, palming the hardness starting to form between his legs. He groaned quietly, and you could see the expressions on his face more clearly than ever. It was even better than you could have imagined. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth slightly open as your hand wrapped around his dick, moving it up and down so you could hear more of his pretty noises. 

Dragging your thumb over the tip brought most of his reaction, a short whine falling from his lips as you gathered his pre cum on your thumb, dragging it down his dick and repeating the motion until he palced his hand over yours.

“Don’t get me too excited all at once, sweetheart,” Ghost breathed, huffing a laugh quietly. “I still got you to take care of, don’t I?” With that, he knelt before you, never taking his eyes off you, and pulled your tan pants down to your ankles along with your underwear. Ghost smirked, seeing how wet you were already, practically glistening in the moonlight which seeped through the ashy clouds. 

He wasted no time in burying himself between your thighs, licking and sucking with an undying hunger. One thing you noticed is that he never looked away from you. He kept them on you, at your expressions, the way your head tipped forward and your mouth fell open as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

You didn’t realise how touch starved you were, nor how much he was either, until you felt your skin on one another. Letting your head roll back, you let out a small whimper as his finger pushed inside of you. Fuck, the man had bigger hands than you thought. 

But then he stopped, stopped moving his finger inside of you and stopped his tongue from moving in its perfect way. “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to look away from me now. I’ll only keep going if you keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, no room for negotiation in his tone. So you complied, looking down at his lust riddled eyes and not breaking contact. That’s when he smirked back up at you. “Good to know you can still follow orders, soldier.”

Then he resumed, fast paced and unruly as he fucked you on his finger before adding a second, taking his time to make sure you were ready for him. Your legs started to lose control and your legs began to shake, so you had your hand on the back of his head for support. And also to pull him closer. 

You felt yourself nearing your limit, your orgasm just mere moments away from taking over your body. But he pulled away just before you could come, leaving you wanting and restless.

“Fuck, no wait, Simon. Please,” you begged, holding his hand where it was and praying he would continue. The smirk on his face already told you your answer.

“Well, you’ve got a decision to make here,” he toyed, removing his fingers and placing them in his mouth, revelling at your taste before speaking again. “I can either keep going like this…” he leaned up so his lips were right next to your ear. “Or I can bend you over this cargo and fuck you until you learn to call me by my rank, soldier. ”

You already knew exactly what you wanted.

Before you knew it, the Leiutenant had you bent over the hard plastic boxes, your pants down by your ankles while his pants were unzipped and what laid beneath his boxers ached to be inside you.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the box as you felt him push inside you slowly, filling you in one singular move. He groaned as he felt you clench around his dick, the noises as he rocked back and forth inside you were music to his ears. You covered your mouth with one hand as he moved faster, gripping your hips and fucking you at an unrelenting pace. The cargo boxes creaked with your combined weight, if the guys weren’t being as loud as they were with the music playing in the background, they definitely would have heard you.

Ghost saw your hand covering your mouth and took it upon himself to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull it away, pinning the hand behind your back. “No, no, love. Don’t be hiding those pretty noises from me.”

“But…”

His grip tightened on your wrist, not hard enough to bruise, just hard enough so you felt it. “But what, soldier?”

“They might hear, Leuitenant,” you whimpered, and you heard a low chuckle in response. You felt his other hand leave your hip and tighten around your hair, pulling your head back so it was practically next to his.

“Sweetheart, if they hear those lovely little moans you’ve been making for me, then they’ll be so lucky,” he whispered before thrusting into your particularly hard and earning a gaspy breath from you. “There we go, baby.”

His praises, his words, his voice…it was like a drug to you and you were entirely addicted to it. You needed more, you craved it. 

You could feel yourself growing close once again, and from the looks of it, so did Simon. So he didn’t hold back, he gave you exactly what you needed. W one hand on your lower back to push you down, the other gripped your hip with vigour as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open as your fingernails dug into the harsh plastic against your skin. 

“Come on, love. I know you’re close. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Good girl.

That sent you over the edge. You clamped down on his cock almost as hard as your teeth clamped down on your lip, stopping the loud whines of Simon’s name be heard by everyone on your team. He felt you release onto his dick, your juices drownong his cock, sending him spiralling over the edge straight after you. Unleashing a guttaral groan, you felt him finish inside you, coating your walls in his come. Red walls painted white. 

He leant back, smiling to himself as he watched it leak out of you, smiling even more so when he heard your needy whine as he pulled his cock out of your soaked pussy. Leaning down, Simon kissed the side of your head before pulling your pants up and covering your body as though he hadn’t just torn them down to be deep inside you. 

“Simon,” he heard you breathe out as you turned to face him, seeing him tuck himself away and zip his pants back up.

He cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eye. “You did so good, love.” His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately and you smiled back up at him. Hsi lips met yours for a soft kiss, and his lips met your cheek for another. “We should go back in before they think we got lost.”

You chuckled in agreement, pushing yourself upright off the box and feeling your legs wobble a little. Simon noticed.

“You gonna be good to walk back in? Or do you need some help, soldier?” Simon teased with a smirk on his lips. 

“Fuck off,” you joked, chuckling as you playfully batted away his hand that was extended out to you. “I can walk just fine, thank you, Leuitenant.” You were lying to yourself and he knew it, you could feel the way your legs shook as you tried to take a step. 

He led you back inside, his hand on the small of your back. You were greeted with the warm, aromatic smell of food and the sounds of your teammates conversing amongst one another. Soap was the first to wave you over.

“Was wondering where you two were. Thought Ghost might have been complaining over that mission,” he murmured as you passed him, sitting beside him in what used to be Ghost’s seat. 

“No, he wasn’t complaining,” you smirked, feeling Ghost pass by you and sit on your right side. He huffed a chuckle to himself at your words. You’re right, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Underneath the table you felt his hand glide across your thigh, firmly planting his palm on your leg, squeezing it gently before letting his thumb trace patterns over your soft pants.

You all sat there for a while, talking and joking, all the while you could feel the memory of Ghost between your legs, the evidence still on your inner thighs. You were definitely going to need another shower after this. 

You felt a whisper in your ear and it almost made you jump.

“Planning on staying in your own bed tonight, soldier? Or do you like the idea of keeping me company in mine?” Ghost mumbled in your ear, his hand travelling the slightest bit higher.

Leaning in, you matched the level of his voice so it was unheard amongst anyone else. “I’ll join you, as long as I can shower first.”

You heard a low grunt in return. “Is that an invitation?”

You smiled, leaning further in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Let’s see where the night takes us, shall we, Leuitenant?”

[funkylilomen]

i have somewhat of a different interpretation about The Mind Electric

> It's less of a diss track and more of using Heart's tactics against him to get him to listen [while also still definitely being a diss track]

somewhat disorganized rant below the cut [also lots of my own interpretations of the album that may very well be inaccurate, so take everything with a grain of salt] :]

The Mind Electric has a bit of a different topic when it comes to Mind's songs/lyrics, to say the least. while Mind does jab at Heart a lot, he does often try to reason with the other in between insults. The Mind Electric has much less of trying to convince Heart to work with [or behind] him and instead focuses on.. insulting the shit out of them

this is extremely funny, but it seems somewhat abrupt and out of the blue for Mind [see what i did there?]. however, i have a.. semi-theory as to why he suddenly just goes off on Heart. he's playing into the other's tactics

and i don't mean that Heart is constantly baraging Mind with insults. in fact, compared to Mind, Heart very rarely verbally attacks the other head on. instead, Heart builds up this fantasy around themself that paints themself as completely innocent, whereas Mind is this irredeemable villain that wants nothing more than Heart's head on a platter. and while, yes Mind definitely isn't fond of Heart, from what we've seen and heard, he is at least somewhat willing to work with Heart—although his idea of "working" with them seems more for Heart to sit in the backseat and shut up while Mind is the one actually in control, but I digress. this fantasy that Heart builds is most clearly seen from both sides in The Heart Acoustic and Be Born

Throughout Mind's songs [Be Born especially], he is trying to reason with Heart and get them to understand his point of view. he tries to explain that he only wants the best for the person that they make up. but Heart either argues with or outright ignores Mind, holding fast to the facade that they built up—that Mind is the bad guy trying to hurt them, and Heart is the good guy trying to save them. they don't want to hear anything that goes against that. so all that Mind says just ends up hitting a brick wall. this might also be a reason as to why Mind sees Heart as childish [their stubborn nature and them "playing make believe" to a much more serious degree]

at the end of Storm and a Spring, Mind and Heart sing over each other, almost sounding like an argument. this is Mind's breaking point. here, he throws his hands up and pretty much goes, "Fine. You want to see me as the villain? I'll play the villain." cue The Mind Electric. this song serves two roles, in my view. One, the one I've been building up to: Mind is leaning into this role that Heart has forced him into in a last ditch effort to break through and actually get him to listen for once. that's why the song eases up at the end. the last few lines of the song are literally, "Though I seem harsh in all my assessments / We each seek a life lived in the light / Yet there lies our Heart, engulfed in resentment / Stubborn, pale akaryocyte." aka, "Although you see everything I do as cruel and unforgiving, I'm not trying to hurt us. I'm only trying to make things better, and yet YOU refuse to see that, no matter how much I try to tell you this. You're being stubborn and resentful with practically no reason other than to perpetuate your own lies."

The second reason is that Mind is beyond frustrated at this point. he has tried and failed so many times to talk to Heart and get them to see the truth. he's tired. he's fed up. he needs an outlet, so he takes this opportunity to air his grievances [this is what i meant by it still definitely being a diss track, lol]. not only is it a method [albeit a poorly thought out one] to get through to Heart, it's also an excuse to let out his frustrations

that's all from me. i have no clue how to end these so. yeah. please don't execute me :]

[pixeldolly]

The Sacrifice - Part 2

Olivia bounced on her father's knee and giggled as he hummed her favorite song. That song was one of Roman's earliest memories, though he couldn't remember where he'd learned it from.

Not his own mother, that was for sure. His dad, perhaps, back before...everything.

Even though he'd felt deeply betrayed by Jacob getting the fertility treatments behind his back, and fatherhood had terrified him at first, Olivia had utterly charmed him.

Roman cherished the weekends he got to spend with his daughter. They were over all too quickly.

"How's my favorite girl doing? Been having fun with daddy?"

The toddler gurgled and laughed, gazing at Jacob with such adoration it made Roman flush with envy. He clamped down on the emotion, and instead tried to focus on what was best for Olivia.

"We've been watching TV and playing with Mr Bunny. She's also been fed and had her diaper changed."

"Sounds like quite the busy evening!"

"Her things are over there...I, um...I'll see you in a couple of weeks. You both take care, alright?"

"We will. You too, Roman."

Something was left unspoken, a yearning that neither man would admit, but which filled the space between them like something palpable. Their young daughter, however, had no such qualms.

"Stay, Daddy! Play!"

"Daddy must go now, sweetie, but Dada is here. Besides, it's bedtime."

Olivia's lower lip began to tremble, which Roman took as his cue to leave. There was no point in drawing out the inevitable.

"I'll be back before you know it; I promise."

A thick, rolling fog had descended with the sunset, shrouding the town as Roman made his way back to the tram stop. Since it was late, he decided to take a shortcut through a quiet little graveyard, deserted at that hour.

The sound of the gravel being crushed under his feet was strangely muffled, distant. The fog created the illusion that the world had ceased to exist beyond those moss-covered fences, trapping him in an endless, grey limbo. It was unnerving.

Roman quickened his pace, then stopped abruptly, his skin pickling all over.

He had the unpleasant sensation of being watched.

As he listened to the approaching footsteps, a chill coursed down his spine and he smothered the sudden impulse to flee.

This was ridiculous! It was probably just someone else cutting through the graveyard, same as he was.

Heart pounding, Roman turned around...but nothing could have prepared him for the shock of what - or rather, whom - he saw standing before him.

There she was, practically unchanged from the last time he'd seen her: the woman who had caused him so much pain, the reason his father was dead and Roman had learned to fear magic - Eliza Clare, his mother, in the flesh!

"Hello, dear. My, my, how tall and handsome you've become. Come here, let me have a proper look at you."

Roman nearly fell over backwards in his haste to get away from her.

It was impossible! Eliza Clare, if she still lived, would be a much older woman! This couldn't be her, it was a hallucination, he was having some kind of - of mental breakdown! It felt awfully real, though.

"N-no...you can't be...! You...GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"That's no way to speak to your mother!"

Eliza's true power lay in her ability to bend the minds of those around her, and she had made her son's mind her playground long ago. Even after all those years, it was like stepping into a pair of well-worn shoes.

"Now - let's go home, shall we?"

"Yes, mother."

[howtofightwrite]

I have read your post about how size doesn't really matter if the two fighters are equally trained, but I wanted to ask if the same holds true in an armed fight? Like sword fights and the like? Sorry if this has been asked before, or if it is not your specific area of expertise. Thank you!!!!

I'm pretty sure we've covered this before but I'll go again.

The way you've phrased it is a little vague, and the answers are different.

If you're asking about to fighters with roughly equivalent gear, then, no, their size and weight won't matter that much. If you have a thirty-six inch razor blade, and your opponent has a thirty-six inch razor blade, it doesn't really matter if you're an inch taller. Hell, at that point, it really doesn't even matter much if you're a foot taller, yes that means your effective reach is going to be a little longer (about 6.2 inches in this case.) But, the difference between being able to take a swipe at someone standing seventy-eight inches away from you, versus being limited to a mere seventy-two inches, isn't a huge deal. Now, that extra six inches of reach isn't nothing (and, realistically, those numbers will be a little lower overall (I'm halving average arm/span, and assuming they're six and seven feet tall, which does result in one abnormally high number. When you start looking at more nominal height ranges, like 5'7 vs 5'11, the actual difference in reach will drop around an inch. Bluntly, that doesn't matter.)

Now, if you're asking about their weapons, this is an entirely different situation. A specific case we had in the past was someone who wanted their dual wielding dagger user to go toe to toe with someone armed with a greatsword. In the real world, greatswords tend to have, at least, a sixty inch blade, while most knives are going to be under a foot long. In a situation like this, the greatsword creates a five foot kill zone around its user that the dagger wielder cannot traverse. As a result, they cannot attack the greatsword user without some serious creativity, or the element of surprise.

This is true for all weapons. They all have both a maximum and minimum effective range, and while the wielder can often do things to keep the weapon, at least, partially functional at very close ranges (such as pommel strikes, or half-handing), the effective range of a weapon is extremely important to understand. Also, and I hope this was clear already, but this applies to melee weapons. It's pretty common to think about ranged weapons having a max effective range, but this is just as true of a sword or spear. Similarly, as I mentioned, they have a minimum effective range as well. A lone spear user can keep themselves safe from a dagger wielder if they can keep the knives out of reach, but if the dagger fighter manages to get past their spearhead, that weapon is going to be far less effective (though, it won't become completely useless. It is still a staff, with pointy bits.) (Also, minimum effective range does apply with ranged weapons as well. Again, not something we think about often, but it is true, and why things like the eight foot rule exists for handguns.)

It's a little out of scope here, but the weight of your weapon is also extremely important. The heavier a weapon is, the faster it will tire out its wielder. And, to slightly oversimplify, an exhausted fighter is a dead fighter. This is why swords are remarkably light, frequently weighing less than two pounds, with the upper end of the spectrum (the greatswords like the Claymore or Zweihander) still weighing than a well fed, adult, housecat. Heavy weapons can easily become a death sentence to their user. And you do not need a lot of weight to get the job done. An eight pound hammer is both shockingly heavy (as weapons go), but it will do unspeakable things to anyone it solidly connects with.

In a competitive sense, if your weapon is heavier that will turn into a disadvantage over time. It's difficult to exploit in a one on one fight, but on an afternoon battlefield, where the fighting has been going since dawn, that will have had a chance to wear down the wielders.

So, yes and no, it depends if you're asking about the fighters, where it doesn't matter, or the weapons, where it becomes extremely important.

-Starke

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