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[nabataprophet]

She almost misses sight of her, quiet as every other time Yunaka has seen her. It's only out of the corner that she catches sight of a familiar purple that she remembers carefully running her fingers through a few moons earlier. Yunaka pauses on her path to where she's meant to be and turns, sharply, to go over to her instead.

"Not hurt too badly, are ya?" She's got half a mind to tease her about keeping her hair off the ground during battles, but she decides against it. She's not sure how much the wins and losses matter to Sophia, and she doesn't want to accidentally press down on a sore spot.

One of her many (stolen) juice boxes is pulled out from a pocket and held out to her, along with a smile. "Sorry, I don't have any better consolation prize to offer right now. I didn't need an exam like this to tell how amazing you are anyway."

...alright, no, she can't resist. Yunaka nods at Sophia's hair. "You want help with that again? Fighting's over, but we still gotta march back after they finish up, and it would suck if someone accidentally stepped on it or something."

This really must be Sophia's lucky day, because she gets not just one, but two (2) juice boxes just for participating. The first comes from the person she would expect, but the second comes from a different, but still familiar face.

Sophia shakes her head lightly. All of the remaining smouldering embers have been extinguished by this point and her body would heal the bruises on its own even if the volunteers at the medical tent hadn't swarmed her with healing staves at the ready. She would be sore for some time for sure, but that is only a sign that her body is mending itself.

Pain truly is relative, if she thinks about it. Compared to great mechanical beasts trying to crush her with rocks and their own bodies, taking the blunt end of a lance from a human man really isn't that bad after she's had a few minutes to sit and catch her breath.

"...Amazing...? ...Me...? No, um, it probably... wasn't as impressive... as you're imagining."

It had been a tome she'd been unfamiliar with, one that lacked the devastating raw power she'd come to expect from dark magic. It was a spell well-suited to a friendly battle, even if the aftereffects had been stronger than she'd expected.

Something to investigate more on her own time, then.

The topic of her hair comes up once more, leading Sophia to tilt her head. She'd never particularly minded the length of her hair, but it seems like recently people had become concerned with it. Or at least concerned enough to bring it up to her directly instead of just thinking it to themselves.

"The ribbon..." Sophia says softly, turning her back to give Yunaka better access to the waterfall of hair behind her. "I didn't... want it to get dirty."

Considering where it had come from, that might be a lost cause, but wouldn't it be nice to make it last as long as possible?

[waywardwishes]

@mmriesoftvat asked:

The bookstore in Sumeru doesn't have it, and Kaminari doesn't dare go to Inazuma to search that cursed Yae Publishing House, so his only other option is to go to Liyue. Which is where he is now, poking at the covers of books and reading the titles. With more and more irritability on his face, he finds himself turning to the person nearest to him.

"I'm looking for all volumes of Legend of Sword. I heard it's well written, and I need it as soon as possible. Can you help me find it?"

It's been awhile since the Book house had received any new shipments, but that didn't stop Xingqiu from browsing the various novels daily. Standing to the side with a book in hand, he skimmed the first few pages to see if the story caught his interest. Only looking up when he heard a voice addressing him.

At the mention of the title, Xingqiu found himself inhaling a little too quickly, following his response with a small coughing fit.

"M- my apologies. Legend of Sword was the title you're looking for? Uh, I have seen the first volume among the shelves for quite some time, but it's rare to find the whole collection here. A shame, really."

[fableforger]

⚡ Echoes of Olympus

A myth-based interactive story about gods, rebellion, memory — and the people caught between power and purpose.

Echoes of Olympus is a myth-inspired interactive story about gods, rebellion — and the people caught between power and purpose.

You play as a lesser god(dess), sent into a divine war to crush a mortal uprising.

But when you're captured by those you were meant to destroy, something shifts.

The lines between loyalty and truth begin to blur.

And the choices you make might shape more than your fate alone.

Expect: slow-burn romance, myth-heavy worldbuilding, emotional choices that echo.

🧭 What Echoes offers:

Choose one of 10 gods and embody that divine aspect

7 romance options (5 gender-variable, 1 male-only, 1 female-only)

Deep customization (and — if I do it right — high replay value)

Rebellion, intimacy, sacrifice, and myth

A ChoiceScript experience with stats, emotional branching, and atmospheric worldbuilding

🌿 Demo

Chapters 1–3 are currently available

(100k+ words — free to play)

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💘 Romance Options

🗡️ Alexos / Alexa

The fallen warrior once loyal to Olympus.

Gold hair. Bronze eyes with something burning quiet behind them. A body made for battle – still holding tension like it’s second nature.

They don’t say much about their past. But it walks with them anyway.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌿 Theron / Thera

A silent hunter who sees more than they say.

Copper-red hair, soft and tangled. Green eyes that hold too many visions. Leathery armor shaped by forest paths and colder nights.

They won’t chase you. But they might wait where you’re already heading.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌘 Dorian / Dione

The outcast wrapped in shadows, charm, and too many names.

Ink-dark hair. Violet eyes that shift with the truth. Smooth hands that never quite stay still. Smiles like a threat you might enjoy.

If you fall for them, they may let you. Just don’t expect to land gently.

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⚖️ Rhaelos / Rhaela

The blade that judges. And rarely forgives.

Ash-blond hair. Eyes like still water before a storm – dark, almost black.

They don’t speak often. But when they do, something inside you might sit up straighter.

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❄️ Zephiron / Zephyra

The kind of rebel who follows no one – so they always end up ahead.

Silver-white hair. Ice-blue eyes. Blazing tattoos flickering like breath under their skin.

Might walk away mid-conversation. Might kiss you mid-sentence.

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🐺 Drakon (male only)

A presence that doesn’t quite belong — to the rebellion, or to Olympus.

Wild dark hair. Eyes like scorched bronze. Old scars and a stillness that feels too focused – like it’s waiting for something to move.

Don’t ask what he used to be. He hasn’t stopped being it yet.

→ Read more (⚠️ minor spoilers ahead)

🌈 ??? (female only)

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Some things aren’t meant to be seen until the right moment has come.

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🔎 About

What is Echoes of Olympus? A brief look into the story’s shape and soul.

❔ FAQ

How does the game work? Can you be cruel? Will you be kissed? All that and more.

⚖️ Ethics & Transparency (please read!!)

A personal note about how this story is made — and what it means to be.

🚨 Content Warnings

This world touches on dark things. Here’s what to expect — and what’s optional.

💠 Support

Want to support the project? You'll find links to Patreon & Ko-fi here. Entirely optional, always appreciated.

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🗂️ Answered RO Asks as a List with Links:

How would the Ros react to seeing a short Mc wearing their clothes (shirt)

What type of flower would each of the RO's like the most?

What are the ROs' love languages? Receiving and Giving?

How would the RO's handle it if the MC sometimes experienced derealization?

How jealous are the RO's?

What type of personality would I, as the creator, find most interesting to pair each of the RO's with or just envision them with?

How experience are the RO's with romance and sex? Also, how do they feel with a MC who never had any experience?

What do the RO's do if MC screams from their room that they jolt out screaming their was a spider near their face

How do the RO's feel about MC leaving hickeys/giving MC hickeys

How would the RO's react to a stranger telling the ros they could do better than MC?

If in the relationship stage who would like an MC that is really clingy and affectionate?

How would the ROs react with an MC that acts just like them?

What do the ROs think of an MC who’s a lot shorter than them?

What camp do the ROs fall under when it comes to ‘better have loved and lost’ vs ‘never loved at all’?

In a modern AU, what do you think the RO's jobs would be?

What would the ROs do if an MC that has nightmares left in the middle of the night?

Would the ROs rather sacrifice the MC to save the world or let the world burn, preserving the MC's life?

What do the ROs think about a really tall MC?

How are the RO's with kids, and do they want any?

How would the cast react if MC told them they love them while drunk?

What's the ROs favorite place to be kissed/to kiss?

"Puppy or kitty scenario with the RO's - Male Version"

"Puppy or kitty scenario with the RO's - Female Version"

How would the ROs react to being carried bridal style by the MC?

What animals would I use to represent the ROs?

"Scenario of holding hands"

Would the RO's let MC play with their hands to fidget?

"The MC steals pets scenario"

"MC explores body of RO. Would they be patient?"

"Ariel-sees-a-fork-for-the-first-time Scenario"

Nail polish for RO's?

MC gets sick. Who would care for them?

MC and a creep

How would the Ros react if MC went up and smacked their ass?

If MC was under mind control to do horrible things who would be able to kill MC??

Flower crown sweet scenario

“I can hold my entire world in my hands, wanna see?” sweet scenario

What would the RO's do on a beach day?

MC has cold hands scenario

How would the Ro's react if they were arguing with the Mc and slowly realized the Mc is right?

SIREN SNIPPET ??? Edition

SIREN SNIPPET DRAKON EDITION

How would the ROs react to having a spicy dream about the MC in the crushing stage?

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 30: Freeuse - Winter Soldier

Summary: He was your patient. You were in charge of making sure all of his needs were met, no matter what they were.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, non-consensual elements, dubious content, freeuse, discussion of injuries, violence, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, stalking (kinda), possessive

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He was your priority. Hydra had recruited you with the hopes of creating an experiment to see if anyone could be trained to look after the assassin frozen in a Cyrogentic state. You were trained and kept underground to be the lead carer and doctor for the Winter Soldier. He was yours to look after, physically and mentally. After each mission you sent him on, he’d return and give you the reports. Most importantly, you were always the first face he’d see before and after being on the ice.

The Soldier would answer to you and Alexander Pierce, but even that was touchy sometimes as he would look to you before answering Pierces’ questions as if he was asking for permission to talk. 

What’s more, is that you knew who he was outside of his assassin's status. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, born in 1917, was the best friend to the one and only Captain America, Steve Rogers, who was currently alive, having been found in the ice and unbeknown to him, his best friend was also alive with similar super solider serum pumping through his veins. Steve was Bucky’s potential saviour; one day, you hoped to be there when this could become a reality; however, currently, you were watched so closely by everyone in Hydra that you’d not even been able to contemplate a plan as to how to break him out. Until then, he was your priority, keeping him out of harm's way as much as possible.

Alexander Pierce had given you strict instructions to adhere to every single need that may affect or alter the soldier's performance as the ghostly assassin. At first, you just assumed it was to feed him, wash, cut his hair, make sure he was healthy and metal arm was working to its best ability. But the basic human need for the Winter Soldier ran deeper than that, causing your role as his doctor and carer to be blurred and something more developed.

The longer he was out of the ice, the more you would notice his increasing frustrations that couldn’t be erased with a simple afternoon in the gym or sparring with other guards. There were even days when no one could calm him down, his aggression so high that he had to be sedated if you were not available to talk to him.

For example, there was once a day when you were actually off of the unit, in your new flat, having just been granted the allowance to live there when Rumlow came knocking on your door. He only gave you the courtesy of putting on your shoes before gripping your upper arm and dragging you to the office.

When you arrived, the rooms were in disarray. Equipment smashed, blood and unconscious bodies trying to be aided too. It was a mess, and you were more nearly barging down the door to get to him, shouting for the guards to stand down and leave him to you. Yes, he was a highly trained assassin, but with the trust he held in you, there was no way he would intentionally harm you.

The underground room had no windows, which you were thankful for as they would have been destroyed in his rampage. You were only dressed in your joggers and a vest top, trainers already marked with red streaks from the puddles you’d walked through. It felt like your heart would escape your mouth with how erratic it was pounding in your chest as you tried to take in his appearance.

The shirt he had previously been wearing was now ripped to shreds on the floor. The tactical trousers had tears throughout but still seemed to be held together enough that he was indecent, and combat boots that gleamed with smudges where he’d been kicking objects and people. Each of his knuckles were busted in their own way. The flesh hand was cut, and the metal fist was red with other people's blood.

You’d not seen him become this erratic since he’d been out of his cryogenic state for too long, and his memories began to return to him as he questioned his entire existence. Whereas for this example, he’d only been defrosted for several days and shouldn’t have had any cognitive issues.

Stepping closer with your hands raised to show you meant no threat, you asked in a clear, concise voice, “Soldier? Where is the threat?”

His height seemed to tower over yours, more so than usual, as he turned his deathly glare towards you. The hulking muscles of his shoulders heaved with each breath he took as if he was out of breath, which was a rare occasion as he could run for miles and continue to breathe steadily, unaffected by the strenuous exercise. Your question was supposed to help identify what his issue was, hoping he’d find you being there to create a safe space for him, but the angry charge of his massive body had you flinching back in shock.

The warm hand of his wrapped around your throat, using the momentum of his steps to push you back up against the wall. Your hands remained up, even though you were itching to tear at his wrist to relieve some pressure. He wasn’t squeezing hard enough that you were struggling to breathe, but it was still uncomfortable and unnerving.

Your mind was working on overdrive, trying to think of a way to ease the stress he was going through. Your eyes searched over his body, starting with his head and face, but there were only minor scratches and grazes from the fights. Lower your eyes explore his arms and chest until they halted, seeing something that had never been through your consideration.

His tactical pants were tented, showing the outline of his hard-on, raging just as violently as the blue of his eyes. Was this the issue of his anger? The soldier shifted his stance, hand twitching towards his crotch like he was going to move himself to be more comfortable, but stopped as he watched you closely.

Alexander Pierce had once told you that whatever the Soldier wanted or needed, you were to give it to him to ensure that he was performing to his best abilities. You cursed to yourself quietly, unsure if this was even plausible or right to do. Of course, it wasn’t right to do. He was a prisoner in his own body, but you were his doctor, and you had a job to do.

“It’s okay. I know what will help you. I’ll show you how to get rid of the pain; I won’t touch you, I promise”.

From there, you were able to explain anatomy, the ache throbbing through his abdomen and how he could relieve himself. He did. Right there in front of you, his pants by his knees and cock in hand until he came on your shoes.

You didn’t so much as blink or flinch at the action. He didn’t understand that it wasn't appropriate to cum on someone's shoes or to masturbate in a somewhat public scenario. It calmed him down enough that you could push him back onto a chair and fix the injuries that were already mostly healed.

These situations only continued to escalate, which occurred more often than not. However, the Winter Soldier only touched himself when you were around, and you were unsure if it was because you made him feel safe or for other reasons that Rumlow liked to hiss in your ear, saying that the deadly assassin had a crush on his favourite doctor.

You blew it off as gossip and nasty rumours, unprofessional at most.

This only lasted for a few months before you noticed the changes in the Soldier, and it all came to a head one night as he turned up at your apartment after a mission. You hadn’t even told him your address, and he wasn’t due back from the mission for another 24 hours, but there he was, at the end of the bed, having snuck through the window as you were halfway through having some intimate time yourself.

Your fingers were between your legs, eyes closed, and your head tipped back, not covering your moans as you didn’t think you’d need to as you were living by yourself. The assassin watched, confusion causing his brows to furrow, head tilted to the side as his fists clenched. 

The look on your face was one he’d never seen before, and he noticed the anatomy was different to his. Of course, he was aware that not everyone had the same genitals as his, but it hadn’t crossed his mind that it could be touched like this.

The only time you were aware of his presence was when the bed dipped, your eyes snapping open and legs closing as you released an almighty scream that caused the Soldier to flinch.

“Mine”, he muttered under his breath, grabbing your ankle and dragging you closer.

“What? Soldier, what are you doing here? When did you- please stop” he paused his attempts to drag you closer as he was half crawling over your body. You were trying to remain calm, but he was acting so possessive, and why was he even here? How did he get in?

“Mine”, he repeated above you again, eyes trained between your legs.

You were at a loss for words, feeling both confused and safe simultaneously, even with someone as dangerous as this. The night was one that definitely crossed the line for professionalism.

The Winter Soldier was so interested in your masturbation and different genitals that he practically begged you to continue, shouting mine and gazing at your intimate area until you continued.

You came, and then the Soldier unbuckled his belt and ejaculated over your stomach, and this was the turning point of the relationship. Your job now seemed to be a half doctor, half a sexual release. Masturbation escalated into hands in underwear until there was no point holding back the restraint, and the two of you were fucking.

It was challenging to wrap your head around, especially when the two of you were in the work environment, but if it was what he wanted and needed that you were more than happy to be face pushed into the wall, trousers and underwear by your ankles and cock shoving so far into your cunt that you saw stars.

The most significant issue was that, even though none of the workers commented on it, they all knew the sex was occurring. Mainly because the Winter Soldier didn’t seem to understand that this was supposed to be something that was for ‘behind closed doors’ and out of view of the guards and other doctors. To him, if he was to push you over the table and whisper “mine”, then this was enough warning that he wanted to fuck, even if you were unfathomably embarrassed that your coworkers had to watch you coming undone to the man they were all looking after.

The worst time had to have been when Alexander Pierce came strolling into the ‘jail’ they kept the Soldier in during his downtime. Multiple guards were surrounding him, and three doctors in lab coats were working tirelessly around the room. You’d been in there for hours. Warm, tired and ready to eat whatever take-out you could encounter on the drive home later that night.

With Pierces’ presence, however, your posture straightened, and you tried to remain as professional as possible. This was a feat easier said than done as The Soldier eyed you from across the room, staring with his unblinking glare. Eventually, he pushed past Pierce, the guards all raising their guns expecting a fight, but there was none to have as the metal fingers of his specially made hand eased into the front of your work trousers, plain underwear and pushed into your cunt.

“What are you doing?! Now is not the time and place- Ah fuck!”. There was nothing other than a hand over your mouth that could have stopped the moan pitching from your lips as his thumb circled your clit. You’d not been at all aroused, but he had learned enough about your body to know the exact way to stimulate your bundle of nerves and curl his fingers inside of you to stroke that beautiful spot that had you whimpering without any restraint.

As he pleasured you in front of all your colleagues, there was nothing you could do but painfully grip on to his metal forearm. He didn’t even smile or mutter a single word as he made you orgasm with a knee-buckling euphoria. It seemed he was just in the mood to hear your whines as he turned around and sat back in front of Pierce, who was looking between the two of you.

“It seems things have changed through here. I’m glad you have been able to … satisfy the Asset by any means necessary”.

You tried not to visibly cringe with the way he had worded it as you tried to straighten your clothes and continue with the work you had been completing before. Nothing further was thankfully said as he was given his next mission, and you were left to continue working for a further three hours with underwear that was utterly soaked due to his wandering fingers.

[kotoal1011]

Selfship moodboard ask game !

Aka a little game I just came up with based on those selfship ask games, but instead of answering questions about your selfship, you make a moodboard of it related to a specific theme (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

🍧 — summer ;;

🍂 — fall ;;

❄️ — winter ;;

🌸 — spring ;;

🌆 — home ;;

🐾 — animal ;;

🎸 — music ;;

🧢 — clothes ;;

🍰 — baking ;;

⛸️ — ice skating ;;

🪩 — dancing ;;

🎤 — karaoke ;;

📚 — hobbies ;;

🥞 — morning ;;

☄️ — night ;;

💌 — confession ;;

🍓 — first date ;;

💋 — first kiss ;;

🩷 — favorite memory ;;

🗡️ — AU of your choice ;;

[ranikyani]

The Alias Archives 🎭

A collection of fics featuring Aaron Pierre as a main character, but under a different name, exploring new identities and roles.

💌: Make sure you read warnings before engaging + Take care of yourself while reading, mwah💋

🏡: Return to Daddy's Library or…

💬 Readers Remember: Supporting our writers goes beyond just liking a post! Yes, likes are cool but comments/reblogs and kudos can be incredibly meaningful and make a huge difference! Many talented writers feel discouraged by the lack of engagement and recent foolishness, so let's uplift them by showing appreciation for their work. Don't make our favs beg for a crumb of attention!

✍🏾 Writers, this is a work in progress... but if anything needs to be changed or removed immediately pls lmk.

Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries ⏳- Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet... will continue to update as I make progress.

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Back Then ⏳

Character: Isaiah

Summary: Let's start from the beginning...

Author: @hotgrlcece

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Love Language 📝📚🌎

Character: Jameson Lucas

Summary: Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion)Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Author: @grlsbstshot

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My Lover Won’t Answer 🎯

Character: Francis

Summary: a bad thought turned into her worst nightmare.

Author: @zillasvilla

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Neon Lights 🏁📚🌎

Character: Jameson Lucas

Summary: In the glitzy world of Hollywood, it can be easy to crash and burn under the California sun. Few are more self-sabotaging than R&B singer/songwriter, Jameson Lucas. The only thing the charming playboy is known for more than his long list of lovers is his Grammy wins. Imani St. Cirie, an emotive singer/songwriter herself, is the latest in a long line of women he's wronged but she's determined to different. Imani refuses to let Jameson make or break her. The two A-listers are consistently drawn together by an electric chemistry that neither can deny or easily manage. As common sense pulls them in opposite directions -- friendships are tested, old flames resurface, and new opportunities threaten to tear them apart for good. They must decide if their love is strong enough to withstand the weight of the mistakes in their past. In this industry, dreams can make or break you -- but what happens when love becomes the gamble of a lifetime?

Author: @grlsbstshot

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Our First Kiss 🎯

Character: Francis

Summary: Mariel makes a confession to Francis, that ends up differently than she expected.

Author: @zillasvilla

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Saturn 📝⌛️

Character: John Stewart

Summary: John fails to saves a young woman as her home is destroyed. She’s found among the decaying planet and is taken to Arkham. Later taken to Oa, “Spade” is trained alongside other Green Lantern recruits, the organization secretly hopes to tap into her powers, and Jon becomes her trainer. They begin to blur the lines and when the organization confronts her she learns Jon closeness was because he was instructed to. Spade ices everyone out, the heart break turning her cold. When The Batman Who Laughs begins his terror on another planet, Jon and Spade must work together. Spade keeps things strictly business but Jon plans to do anything within his power to earn Spade’s trust and heart again. 

Author: @keyaho

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We Belong Together 🎯

Character: Francis

Summary: The news of Francis's death hits Mariel in a way no one thought would happen.

Author: @zillasvilla

When He's Not There 🎯

Character: Terrance (FOE)

Summary: In 2036, you reside in a high-tech home with your wealthy husband, Arlo. One night, a striking 6'3" stranger named Terrence, representing a company focused on off-Earth habitation, arrives. While he engages Arlo in conversation, while your husband is away, you find yourself alone in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Visited by him.

Author: @notapradagurl7

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One False Move

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jake ignores every text and every call. When you pull up his Insta, you find yourself blocked. The last revelation crushes you, sending you into a tailspin and your bed. You burrow under the comforter and cry yourself to a restless sleep.

When you wake up, the sun is still down. It's not even four in the morning. You've never felt like this. So hollow and heavy at once. You drag yourself out of bed and make yourself drink a cup of instant coffee that makes your stomach rot.

You sit at the kitchen table in your empty dorm and hold your head. It's all a mistake, just lies. Professor Rogers knew what he was doing and it worked so well. Why didn't Jensen believe you? He knows better, he should've listened.

Your despair turns to anger and frustration. You don't know why you wasted your time. You get up and rinse out your mug before shuffling back to bed. Well, at least you have groceries for the break. You can make what you bought last a while. You're going to have to.

You lay down and try to fall back asleep. You drift in and out but feel worse as the window pales to a dim grey. The winter morning chills you and keeps you nestled under the blankets. It's only the urgent need that draws you out to the bathroom.

You're more away as you return to your room and grab your phone, stomach wobbly with anxious hope. No replies from Jensen, but a message from a private number.

'He's not worth it.'

You know who it is. He can hide his number but you know he's taunting you. What does he want? He's already ruined everything.

You ignore him and put your phone down. You think of putting a video on your laptop but that just makes you miss Jake even more. He should be here waking up with you. Last night should've been the best night of your life.

Maybe...

You get dressed before you let the thought break through clearly. It's desperate and stupid but you're not going to give up. You zip up your coat and shove your feet into your boots, pulling a toque onto your head. You grab your keys and phone and leave your lonely dorm behind.

The pavement is trimmed with frost and in some places, patches of ice crack under your treads. You keep your hands in your pockets as you chatter, walking with purpose along the curving paths. You stop in front of Jensen's building and look up. He's not going to answer your messages and you can't get in on your own, so you'll have to get creative.

You grab a pebble and count the windows. You're pretty sure it's that one. You huck the stone and it pings off the frame. From your side, it sounds pretty loud. You wait, nothing. You do it again. Several times before the window above opens.

Shit, you were close.

Jensen pokes his head out and lets out a huff that clouds in front of him, "go away--"

"Jake, please, just listen. You know I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not with him."

"Pfft, come on, I'm not an idiot."

"Ugh, what did I ever do to make you believe I would--"

"I don't know. Late office meetings, sending me texts about staying late then calling it off, sounds like cold feet to me."

You lean your head back and whine, "he did that, okay? He took my phone--"

"Convenient story."

"Jake!" You holler, "why can't you see I'm telling the truth? I... you were going to be my first."

He just stares, quiet. You feel yourself wilt. He shakes his head and pulls back, disappearing behind the frame and slamming the pane down. There's your answer.

You turn slowly on your heel. Your eyes well and you quickly flick away your tears. Happy Holidays, indeed.

📚

You're in no rush to get back to your dorm, even with cold nipping at your cheeks. You don't care. You have nothing to look forward too. You waited weeks for your break, to spend time with your boyfriend alone, and now you have nothing.

Typical. Just your luck. Even the wafting aromas of the cafe can't tempt you in as you pass. You carry on, keeping your head down outside the English building, and tramp along in a glum fog. Your feet carry you without a thought, the path etched into your mind and muscles. You look up at the familiar brick facade and fish out your keys.

It's frighteningly still and quiet outside. Most of campus is home and happy, but here you are. You pull out the keyring and scan your fob on the censor. The door beeps and you open it, puttering inside reluctantly.

Suddenly you feel the door open wider and you're shoved forward. You trip as someone skirts in behind you and pulls the heavy barrier shut with a clang. You throw your arms out and steady yourself, turning to face the unceremonious intruder.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's got you down?" Steve asks as he stands tall, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

"What the hell? Get out? What are you doing--"

"Shhhh," he puts his finger to his lips, "listen."

You blink and hush, listening to the empty hall. What? It's quiet. There's... no one there. The epiphany strains your face as he smirks.

"That's right, sweetie, just you and me," he takes a step closer and you back up. "Sounds like a merry Christmas to me."

"No..." you exhale as you retreat along with his advance, "get away--"

"You can't spend the holidays alone," he says with dripping sympathy, "what kind of man-- boy would abandon you like that?"

"Stop," you hold a hand up, "Steve, you're scaring me."

"Well, baby," his cheek dimples, "you've hurt me so I think I get to return that favour."

He lunges and you stumble backwards, hitting the wall and rolling out of his way. You turn and race down the hallway, pumping your arms wildly. You surpass the elevator and yank open the door to the stairwell. You hear him behind you. He's close.

You grab the railing and swing yourself around, kicking over each step frantically as you struggle not to fall on your face. You're dizzy as you turn up the next flight and the next. Your lungs burn as you feel yourself slowing. You hear him, footsteps echoing up towards you.

You burst onto your floor and fumble with your keys desperately. You can't get a steady grip as you search for the key to your door. Finally, you slide it into the slot as the stairwell door clicks. You hurry inside but as you go to shut the door, it stops short of the frame.

You squeak as Steve gives the door a jolt and flings you back easily. You cry out as he enters and blocks you into the narrow hall that adjoins the rooms. You raise an arm, shielding yourself as your knees shake.

"Please, Steve," you beg as he shuts the door behind him.

"Oh, you don't have to say please, sweetie, I'll give you exactly what you need," he grabs your arm and pulls you close, "I told you, the minute you think you're alone, I'll be there."

[wombywoo]

book, adhesive bandage, sleeping sign, and thinking face! for both !!

laptop did NOT let me use emojis.

haha, no worries 🤭

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Quinn--ok so I'm crap at understanding the UK schooling system, but just assume that he passed highschool, lol. he did sign up for the service at 17...but I think that's enough to have finished school...

Vincent--went to a prestigious boarding school in the 1920s. his father was a somewhat wealthy man and was able to provide him a good education. since becoming a vampire, he has taken on a few academic pursuits, mostly enrolling in institutions for a semester or two then mysteriously disappearing lol.

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

Quinn--mental...oof. yeah, probably a shit ton of PTSD, as well as a predisposition for depression and anxiety. he's sooo good at handling it (not) probably on the borderline personality spectrum...also has a recurring shoulder injury 😔

Vincent--if he allows himself to dwell on it, he could write a dissertation on his mental issues. but for the most part, he's good at shoving all that under the rug 😅 (a technicality of vampire-ism is this sort of dissociative identity thing where their personality can sometimes distort into that of the one who turned them, but Vincent is good at suppressing it by now) physical disabilities include his now unsolicited bloodlust, lol

Sleeping sign--already answered~

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Quinn--puts peanut butter on literally anything. hates being barefoot and thus sleeps with wool socks. sometimes does that British thing where "th" becomes "v". inclined to fiddle with his (endearingly large) ears when he's nervous 🥺

Vincent--hums a lot. little tunes, especially oldies. surprisingly good at imitating accents. carries hand warmers in his pockets so that whenever he has to give a handshake he can pretend his grip isn't ice-cold 😭 has a really really good laugh

thanks for asking <3

[nerdieforpedro]

NERDIEEEEEEEEEE!

If you got granted three wishes by the Pedro boy of your choice, what are you asking for?

So when I read this at first Big Cheese 🧀, I read “which three Pedro boys would you want to give you a wish?” Which what does that mean? I dunno, my mind works in mysterious ways. 🤣

My three favorites are (and not that I don’t enjoy all of them - except you Maxwell Lord…it takes an S+ tier writer to make me like you):

1. Din Djarin - because he’s a deadly awkward dad. 😎

I also feel like we could just sit in silence and he would also let me rattle off my intrusive train on thoughts and tangents go on, nod and ask me follow up questions.

2. Dieter Bravo - encouraging my insane ideas with his own and he has enough money to make them happen. 🤣🤣🤣 Also might try shrooms, but like in some spa he’s got a hook up in.

3. Frankie Morales - I’m anxious, he’s anxious (hyper vigilant but tomato or 🍅. I’ll finally ride in a helicopter 🚁🤣

Now that I read it correctly, I think Tim Rockford could help me with my three wishes.

1. Go to a morgue - I’m just curious and wonder if it looks like it does on TV and in movies. Morbid curiosity.

2. Show up at a crime scene in a tench coat 🧥. I’ve watched too many crime procedurals - but I just want to ask to speak to who’s in charge and give them a cheesy line like in CSI Miami. 🤣

3. Make a murder board - because they always look insane but I’d ask if it can be for one of my projects for my class. I’ll take any help I can get. 🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for the question Super Cheese 🧀 (going to see how many cheese nicknames I can come up with). ❤️

I think also since I’m answering this on my birthday 🎉 I’d want to hang out with Marcus Pike and watch movies, but show him the Friday trilogy with Ice Cube, Chris Tucker and Mike Epps, Harlem Nights, The Bodyguard, Strange Days, the Rush Hour movies, Tropic Thunder and Waiting to Exhale. 😎😎

Happy belated birthday to @tinytinymenace and @yorksgirl (because I missed both of them 😭)

Here’s an Ezra and a Dave for each of them:

Also @megamindsecretlair had a birthday too and she likes Javier Peña in them jeans or out of them

And @soft-persephone I don’t think you had a birthday but a shout out for your continued pursuit Alex Cross research 🧐 also a Whiskey for you because you need some fresh air on his ranch after all them books 📚😆

I kind stuck everything in this ask so my bad Major Cheese 🧀 but I love you and thank you for sending me this ask. ❤️❤️❤️

Stay sweet and spicy Señora Pepper jack Cheese 🧀

[unhealthyfanobsession]

📚🔮

📚 — what’s your favorite Nessian scene in the series?

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE!!! Ok so actually this might be a weird answer because it isn’t a scene they are in together but my actual all time favorite Nessian scene is in ACOWAR:

“But Rhys and the others remained quiet enough that I knew to proceed carefully as I asked Cassian, “Nesta spoke as if you’ve been up at the House … often. You’ve offered to train her?”

Cassian’s hazel eyes shuttered as he crossed a booted ankle over another, stretching his muscled legs before him. “I go up there every other day. It’s good exercise for my wings.” Those wings shifted in emphasis. Not a scratch marred them.

“And?”

“And what you saw in the library is a pleasanter version of the conversation we always have.”

Mor’s lips pressed into a thin line, as if she was trying her best not to say anything. Azriel was trying his best to shoot a warning stare at Mor to remind her to indeed keep her mouth shut. As if they’d already discussed this. Many times.

“I don’t blame her,” Cassian said, shrugging despite his words. “She was—violated. Her body stopped belonging wholly to her.” His jaw clenched. Even Amren didn’t dare say anything. “And I am going to peel the King of Hybern’s skin off his bones the next time I see him.”

His Siphons flickered in answer.

Rhys said casually, “I’m sure the king will thoroughly enjoy the experience.”

Cassian glowered. “I mean it.”

Cassian fully understanding Nesta and how she’s feeling??? The emotional intelligence we were promised!!! Him defending her!!! Standing up for her with his family!!! AHHHHH THE VIBE I WANTED FOR ACOSF

🔮 — what predictions do you have for Nessian’s future?

I’ve said it before - I think a BIG reckoning is coming and a bit of a Cassian redemption. Particularly from HOFAS - he needs to stand up for Nesta and be her person and I think those growing pains are going to be explored in the next book. All this friction with her and the IC and Cassian being torn is not random. I truly believe it’s coming and actually I think Azriel will play a big part in it (getting Cassian together and giving him permission in a sense to put Nesta first in a very “you have the one thing I would kill for and you’re wasting it” sort of way)

Also, not to take full credit because it’s a pretty obvious guess but I was one of the original big “Nesta for Dusk Court” posters way before ACOSF so I’m sticking with that - the sisters will rule Night, Day, and Dusk. It just makes sense. Each their own space that fades into each other.

[here2bbtstrash]

okay SO!

i have a long-running history of coming up with chaotic bangtan prompts to bother my friends with - once dubbed ~thot exercises~ ✨ - and i'm bored and one just popped into my head - so i figure maybe we can start doing them together 🥺

i shall present the prompt and my thoughts - feel free to comment, reblog, or even make a new post and share your own opinions if you feel differently! (just be sure to tag me hehe) there are no wrong answers - you're welcome to provide explanation for your choices, or absolutely no supporting evidence, just ~vibes~ 🤍

bts as iconic mall stores

namjoon: barnes & noble (or lowkey even borders, RIP queen) - dependable, cozy, and chock full of new things to learn and old favorites to revisit again and again. a respite from the overstimulation outside its doors - curl up with your latest find and stay for hours 📚

seokjin: if i say bass pro shops am i getting disowned 🧐 okok how about instead we go with hot topic (current era not the scary hot topic of my childhood lmao) - pop culture and anime references galore! adorable tchotchkes from all your favorite shows! you're definitely not leaving without at least one plushie! all in all, an underrated fave 🌸

yoongi: williams sonoma/sur la table - well-stocked, refined, and fancy enough that you lowkey wonder why you're allowed to be in here. what the fuck is a decanter? what purpose does molding ice into a sphere even serve? and why is that slotted spoon $45?! ���

hoseok: auntie anne's (or cinnabon, or jamba juice) - you spy it between the passing crowds and your whole face lights up. is that - could it be?! the stop that makes even the most chaotic of mall outings worthwhile. everyone loves it - and how could they not??? 🥨

jimin: tiffany's - elegant, stunning, timeless; you can't tear your eyes away whenever you pass by, it's all just too gorgeous, you have to stop and stare. (and wow, that model on the wall is stunning too 👀) of course it's far too expensive, but... can't a person dream?! 💍

taehyung: honestly? that new designer store that you swear wasn't here the last time you went shopping. when did we get a - gucci, burberry, LV?? whatever it is, it looks like a museum in there - and why is there a velvet rope and a bouncer outside? you don't even bother going in - everything is distinctly out of your league 👜

jungkook: hollister/abercrombie - it's dark as fuck, the aroma is certainly strong, and - hold up, why is everyone naked??? why is everything low rise AND cropped??? does that model have an EIGHT pack?? you're immediately overwhelmed - but the playlist is fire 🏝

[cherliin]

🌿 The Sims 4: Elemental Legacy Challenge 🌿

changelog: 5/14/25 revamped descriptions, added some minor goals.

This challenge supports mods, packs, and custom content. Specific ones are recommended, but you can always adapt based on what you have.

All heirs must be biologically related to the previous heir unless otherwise specified.

Each gen’s goals must be completed before the next heir ages into a Young Adult.

🔵 Generation 1: Water 🌊🪸🦈

You were born beneath the surface, raised on stories of the dangers of dry land. But curiosity has a current of its own, and when you washed ashore in Sulani, you discovered a whole new world, and a brand new body.

Required Mod(s): Expanded Mermaids 2.0

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Vegetarian, Socially Awkward

Aspiration: Soulmate

World: Sulani

Goals:

Must be a mermaid.

Fall in love with a human conservationist.

Earn 3 mermaid perks and reach mermaid rank 5.

Make all income through diving or any ocean-based activity.

Complete the buried treasure and seashells collections.

Get married in a beach ceremony.

First child must be conceived at the Sulani waterfall.

Have three children.

❄️ Generation 2: Ice 🧊⛸️🗻

Your family always felt...off. Cold. Distant. So you left. You didn't understand their secrets until you found your own element: snow. Where others see winter, you see a playground. Risk and adrenaline are your love language, and you're not afraid to fall.

Required Mod(s): Figure Skater Career

Traits: Wiggly (infant), Insider, Adventurous

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

World: Mt. Komorebi

Goals:

Earn the Adrenaline Seeker lifestyle.

Max out Snowboarding, Skiing, and Rock Climbing skills.

Reach level 5 in the Figure Skating career.

Earn the Iceproof reward trait.

Become an expert skater by frequenting ice rinks (Link).

Have three serious relationships, each ending dramatically.

In one of those relationships: get engaged, conceive a child in the Ice Cave, then break off the engagement.

Raise your child alone.

🔥 Generation 3: Fire 🍲🔥🍷

You’re the simmering aftermath of your parents’ chaos: angry, intense, and done with the cold. Food is your therapy and your weapon. You don’t care about love stories or icy slopes. You want control, heat, and maybe a Michelin star.

Traits: Intense (infant), Neat, Hot-Headed

Aspiration: Master Chef / Restauranteur

World: Oasis Springs

Goals:

Start cooking as early as you can and max the Cooking skill before adulthood.

Max out Gourmet Cooking and Baking.

Earn the Heatproof reward trait.

Open a 5-star restaurant.

Marry one of your employees.

Have two children.

Cheat, get caught, and divorce.

Remarry as an elder.

🌱 Generation 4: Earth 🐓🌾📷

You witnessed too much violence as a kid. You ran. Now, you live in the countryside, surrounded by animals, plants, and peace. No drama. Just dirt, roots, and the slow, steady joy of growing something that lasts.

Traits: Sensitive (infant), Animal Enthusiast, Loves Outdoors, Peaceful

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

World: Henford-on-Bagley

Goals:

Move out as a teen and start on an empty 50x40 lot.

Befriend birds and rabbits.

Max out Gardening skill.

Raise cows, chickens, llamas, and mini goats.

Own a large-breed dog (always have a dog on the lot).

Make all money from crops, animals, or flower arranging.

Find love as a teen; marry as a young adult.

Have four children.

End your life in a grand farmhouse with a glass greenhouse.

🌪️ Generation 5: Wind 💨📚✈️

The farm bored you. You wanted fast-paced, noisy, unpredictable. The city called, and you answered. Now you’re a broke writer chasing dreams in high-rise apartments and crowded bars. It’s messy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Traits: Creative, Outgoing

Aspiration: Archaeology Scholar

World: San Myshuno

Goals:

Graduate high school early and attend university for Language & Literature.

Go out at least twice a week with friends.

Max out the Writing and Archaeology skills.

Visit Selvadorada multiple times and uncover ancient ruins.

Become a freelance writer with at least 10 published books (2 must be bestsellers).

Marry a Sim from Selvadorada.

Have one child.

⚡ Generation 6: Lightning 🎭⚡🖼️

You were spoiled. Still, somehow, you want more. You live for attention, aesthetics, and excess. Fame isn’t optional. It’s inevitable. And if your parents wasted their potential digging in the dirt, you’ll make up for it with money and flash.

Required Mod(s): Actor Overhaul

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Art Lover

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity

World: Del Sol Valley

Goals:

Max out Painting and Acting skills.

Make money through art and acting.

Open a luxury art gallery and sell paintings for max value.

Become a 5-star celebrity.

Get engaged to another 5-star celebrity but never marry.

Have two children with your fiancé.

Adopt two small dogs and name them after gemstones.

Die rich in a massive mansion.

✨ Generation 7: Aether 🪄☁️💫

Your parents were famous. But you were raised by someone else. Someone strange. They whispered of magic, spirits, and old gods. You followed them one day...and never looked back. You were never meant to be normal. You were meant to be beyond.

Required Mod(s): Untamed Magic Is Untamed

Traits: Loner, Ambitious

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery

World: Glimmerbrook

Goals:

Become a spellcaster as a young adult.

Collect all magic artifacts.

Learn all spells and potions.

Have a child with one of your teachers.

Kill said teacher using magic.

Become a medium and make money through spirit exorcisms.

Resurrect an evil spirit and have a child with them.

Marry the spirit.

[quokkabite]

Rules: answer + tag some people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

thank you for the tag @qazastra !! i love these :3

1. Favorite Color: grey ☁️ mainly like the same shade as on a dark cloudy day 🥰 it just screams cozy/comfort to me

2. Last Song: 404 Loading by taeyong - came on shuffle on my way to work 😋 nd i have yet to exit my taeyong tap era. i will probably hold on to it until dude is discharged tbh 🫶🏼 (we’re already two months in yall!!)

3. Currently Reading: Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White i just started it today as book 5 (? i think. i have to recount 💀 ) of my pride month reading marathon 📚📖🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

4. Currently Watching: idk if this counts but i’ve been rewatching adventure time bc it’s one of my comfort shows!! but!! i have also been thinking about restarting greys anatomy (and stopping in s17 as always 🙂‍↕️)

5. Currently Craving: idk if this is food related or smthn i just rlly want but since i am sick with a cold and have no appetite 😖 im gonna say….. i rlly miss my bestie and i want to see her like yesterday + i have a hankering for sitting on the couch and watching the new skz codes w her 🥲🥲🥲

6. Coffee or Tea: americano~~ joha joha joha~~ lmao but yup coffee is my answer! i can drink it almost any way- black, tons of sugar, flavored- but i mostly prefer it iced 🧊☕️

i’ve done a lot of these so i’m curious as to if anyone knew most of how i’d answer 🤔

no pressure tags: @harmlessmediocrities @hyuuukais @channie-143 @meraarts @yangxteez @tfshouldidohere + anyone else seeing this bc i can’t tag you all </3

[izumiphoenix]

🌿 Roanael’s Roots 🌿

~Creating more background for my first Tav in BG3~

Roanael is a half-elf druid, born and raised in the bustling city of Baldur’s Gate.
With the background of a Sage, she always had passion for books - digging into stories, learning about the world, always curious to learn more about their plane and others. But thanks to her wood elven ancestry, the call of the forest was just as strong for her 🌳✨

She has a strong but introverted presence:
Roanael doesn’t mind meeting new people - in fact, her friendly and open-minded nature tends to draw others in - but she doesn’t actively seek company. Her favorite days are spent either wandering through nature or reading a book in her room, or… tucked under a tree, reading a book while surrounded by leaves and sunlight 😁📚🍃

Unlike many druids, Roanael never belonged to any formal circle. Instead, she taught herself the ways of nature, following knowledge from books and her own experience, counting on her instincts rather than strict traditions. Growing up in multicultural Baldur’s Gate made her learn early on that people, like the wilds, are all different and trying to force them into one way is never the answer. Maybe that’s why, even during her adventures, she always steps aside and lets her companions find their own paths 🛤️

As for her family, her human father (a druid himself!) and wood elven mother met somewhere beyond Baldur’s Gate and decided to start a family together in the city. Their love was deep and respectful of each other’s independence - values they passed on to Roanael. Sadly, her father passed away some years ago. He was the cheerful and warm man, a glue that kept their little family close, and after his death, Roanael and her mother (a strong, busy elven woman with an important city job 💼) saw each other less often. But the bond between them - quiet, understanding - remains strong.

Still, after her father's passing, Roanael began to venture farther and farther from Baldur’s Gate, looking to explore the world and see it with her own eyes. The spirit of adventure soon proved too contagious to resist, and before she knew it, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been home. Or rather… she had started feeling at home everywhere the road led her 🏡

This upbringing shaped Roanael into who she is now: calm, thoughtful, independent, but always carrying compassion in her heart. She inherited both her mother’s wisdom and quiet strength and her father’s curiosity and warmth.

As for many half-elves, the duality of her existence was deeply ingrained into her life from the very beginning, but she has learned to make it her strength, accepting both of her sides and blending them into a beautiful harmony.

🌿 A few small things about Roanael:

Favorite wild shapes: wolf (for battle), cat (for sneaking)

Favorite spells: Grasping Vine, Ice Knife, Misty Step, Lightning Bolt

Eyes: left green, right silver

Hair: brown with warm ginger highlights, usually tied simply back

Tattoo: a teal mark of three small birds soaring across her left cheekbone — a joyful symbol of freedom

Age: somewhere around 35-40 by human standards

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[thegamingcatmom]

OK, I know that Tanya and Carmen most definitely won't allow it....BUT

Sometimes, a girl's gonna crave a good burger and fries or like ice cream.

And I can't help but think MC asks one time idk on a car ride if they can stop at McDonald's or something, and they go no, immediate shut down.

Carmen and Tanya give her the look when MC tries to reason with them

And MC just gives up after getting the look.

BUT who's the most likely to allow it cause they dont care as much? 👀

Kate

So I'm imagining MC after knowing what Carmen and Tanya would say when a craving for junk food hits just looks over to Kate and later finds her to ask if she can take her to McDonald's or to get some junk food to hide or snack on.

Kate? On board

Easy way to score points with MC

Cheshire cat grin of evil cause MC came to her for this

Or reverse it

When MC is eventually comfortable enough around the Denali's and has accepted her fate(kinda?idk)

She bargains

Kate:hey wanna go somewhere, but I get to carry you around

MC:is it home? (like MC's home before she got taken)And what's in it for me?

Kate:no? And what do you want besides going home?

MC:.....can we get ice cream on the way? Or maybe just stop by McDonald's? I just crave fast food

Kate:the widest grin as she speeds up to MC picks her up bridal style and rushes off

(Wait I forgot MC don't know bout vampires....eh small details) :p

So yeah, the thought of Kate just secretly buying like gummy worms, candy, other junk foods as treats

For MC, if she craves something to score points, get on the good side of MC getting closer to her, pissing off Tanya

-📚

Okay, I just HAD to answer this as soon as I got home from- *drum roll*

MC DONALD'S. 🍔🍟

(No kidding. 😅)

And, seeing how I've read your ask this morning (before going out), I couldn't not imagine MC and her forced-found family in that very scenario. I was sitting there, eating my burger, like-

LMAO.

Anyhow-

.

First of all: Tanya might be persuaded. With the correct...incentive. 😏

Second of all: Seeing how that´s never (for the time being) gonna happen in MC´s books, guess our girl will have to bribe someone else.

.

Carmen?

I mean-

Listen-

That woman would do just about anything for her daughter-in-law charge. Unless that anything is dangerous, or reckless, or foolish, or suicidal, or-

In other words: Anything to do with fast food. 💀

.

Eleazar?

Well-

Listen-

He´s...alright...ish(?) to be around. When he´s not being creepy, that is. (He´s just a bit of a nerd, leave ma boy alone, MC.) But he´s also very devoted to his wife, which is a great thing in itself, no doubt about it. However-

He´ll ask what his wife said.

(MC will lie.)

(Eleazar will see right through it.)

Then he´ll deny MC because Carmen has too. It´s as simple (and painful) as that. 🤷‍♀️

.

Irina?

...

Do you think MC has a death wish?

.

Well, that leaves only one option, really-

Kate.

The middle sister wants to give in right away.

FINALLY some fun happening in this house. Fun that clearly goes against her sister´s wishes. Could this get any better??

...In fact, it can.

Because Kate also realizes how desperate MC is (despite trying her damnest to hide it.) And thus, she realizes she´s in a position where she can make demands. See what else she can get out of it, yknow?

(Kate´s the biggest lil shit, what did yall expect? Then again, Tanya ain´t that much better. She´s just less...straightforward about it. 😏)

"What kind of demands", you ask? Well-

.

(This is clearly after MC has already asked the dreaded question and then some because conversing with Kate Denali is anything but simple...)

MC, already done af with this conversation: "...Well?"

Kate: *eyes MC up for the umpteenth time, the shit-eating grin still firmly in place*

Kate: "Hmm..."

MC: 🙄😑

Kate: 😏

Also Kate: "Say, little spitfire...do you remember our conversation about how you ask for something?"

(Yes, the one in Chapter 3.)

MC, not in the mood for that shit...again: *turns around and begins to walk off cause fuck that, she´s gonna get that burger, with or without the help of that-*

Kate, internally: *panics cause her plan is about to backfire...again*

Kate, pretends to be annoyed: "My god-Wait."

MC: *stops but doesn´t turn back around yet*

Kate, while MC´s back is still turned: 🤯😩💀

Kate, internally: *think, think, think!*

Kate, pretends to be annoyed: "I´ll do it."

MC: *starts to turn around-*

Kate: *from 💀 to 🙄so damn fast cause girl gotta play her cards right while she still has them*

MC, suspicious af cause there ain´t no way it´s that easy: "...Really? Just like that?"

Kate, internally: *starts celebrating cause that´s the cue she´s been waiting for*

Kate: 😒...😏

MC: *already regrets every decision that has led to this very moment*

MC: "What do you want?"

Kate: "Careful with that phrasing, little one..."

MC: *starts to turn around again-*

Kate: "Why me?"

MC: *turns back to face her*

MC: "...What?"

Kate: "You heard me."

MC: "..."

Kate: 😏

Also Kate: "You wanna know what I think?"

MC, without missing a beat: "No."

Kate, without missing a beat either: "I think-"

Kate: *slinks closer*

Kate: "-that my stuck up family denied your cute little ass, so you came to me."

MC: "..."

Kate: *comes to stand directly in front of MC, that shit-eating grin back in full force*

Kate: "Am I right or am I right?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "Yknow...this won´t work if I´m talking to a toaster-"

MC, thoroughly done with listening to that voice: "And what of it?"

Kate: *bull´s-eye*

Kate: "I wanna hear it."

MC: "...What?"

Kate: "You heard me."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Come now...it´s not that hard."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Lemme help you:

'Kate the Great is so awesome for taking me to MC Donald´s!'

...See? Not too difficult, is it?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "...No? Hmm, how about-

'Kate the Great is the coolest Denali to be around and not at all stuck up like the rest of her family!'

...?"

MC: "..."

Kate: "...Yeah, that was a bit too simple, wasn´t it? Everyone knows that."

MC: "..."

Kate, sighing: "...Look, if you want that burger, then you gotta make amends."

MC, confused af: "...Make amends?"

Kate: "Ahh, she speaks! But yes, make amends."

MC, still confused af: "...For what??"

Kate: "Well, I did ask if you remembered our convo all those weeks ago."

MC: "..."

Kate: "Yknow, the one where you left poor ol me standing there like a fish out of water, waiting for a plea that would never come."

MC: "..."

Kate: "...Ask me again. Nicely."

MC: "..."

Kate: "What´s the magic word?"

MC: *knows exactly how that convo went down, most tempted to give the same answer she gave back then*

MC: "..."

Kate: 😏

MC: *imagines taking a bite of that burger*

Kate: 😏

MC, gathering all her willpower: "...Please."

Kate, internally:

Kate: "...Good."

MC: "..."

Kate: "..."

MC: *coughs in awkward*

Kate: *stares right into MC´s soul*

MC: *stares back*

Kate: *gaze starts drifting down-*

MC, loudly: "WELL-"

Kate: *jumps slightly, which is a feat considering she´s a vampire and not easily startled*

MC: "I dunno about you, but I´m starving and I believe I was promised a burger, sooo..."

Kate: *takes a moment too long to get her shit together, how embarassing-*

Kate, back to being Kate: "First of: I didn´t promise anything. Second-"

MC: *mentally preparing to have her dreams crushed because ofc it was too good to be true-*

Kate: *back to staring right into MC´s soul*

Kate: "...I´m starving too."

MC: *way too focused on finally getting that burger to grasp the actual meaning of that statement*

MC: 🤩 "Great! Let´s go then!"

Also MC: *proceeds to skip out of the room*

...

MC has never skipped out of a room before.

MC has never smiled at her before.

Kate thinks she likes it.

A lot.

.

OKAY-

This got WAY longer (and more emotional) than I thought it was gonna be, BUT-

It got us some soft!Kate and I´m so here for that. 😤✊

Also, every time I´m thinking MC can´t possibly get any more blissfully unaware, she goes and is even more blissfully unaware. 😭

.

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Oh, btw: Even if the sister were to use their super speed around MC (which they have, if you remember), she won´t be any wiser. Why should someone conclude that they´re vampires from that? As far as MC´s concerned, they´re humanoid creatures with special abilities/super powers.

They could be Power Rangers, for all she knew. 😅

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

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EDIT:

Oh, and also: Kate would´ve said "yes" sooner or later, regardless of how that convo went. As you said, it´s all about scoring points with MC. And if she gets to annoy her sister while she´s at it?

Jackpot.

Also also: She´s no doubt very pleased MC came to her, no matter if she was the first choice or the last resort. What counts is that she got to spend some quality time with the hooman.

...Something her older sister seems to be struggling with. 😏

(She´ll also be very pleased to rub it in Tanya´s face later that day. 😌)

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Hiiii 😍😍😍😍 I'm so glad you like writing like this 😁 can I please request -

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🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚

🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

Thank you❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

HI EL!

Ravi is posted, as you know. So I am adding one extra emoji to the rest as compensation.

So in that case...

30 for 🌊:

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“Have you forgotten about the part where you’re taking my sister and niece to safety?” Buck reminds him. 

Ah, so he does admit they aren’t currently very safe. 

“No, I remember. So I guess I’ll have to drive them to the station, then come back. Which puts me in an extra crap situation, mind you.”

Buck scoffs. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Eddie agrees. 

“And if I don’t let you inside?”

“Guess I’ll hope the ambulance is sturdy enough to wait on your street.” 

Buck sighs. And Eddie thinks he can see, in the other man’s eyes, the moment he chooses to surrender. 

“Come with me, Buck,” Eddie begs a final time. He steps towards him and takes his hands into his own. “We’ll check on the bar as soon as it’s safe. I promise.”

“Okay,” Buck whispers. “Okay, Eddie.”

🌊🌊🌊

The drive back to the station is blustery to say the least. Highly dangerous and a little bit stupid to be more exact. Eddie can hear Genevieve frightened and crying to her mother in the back, and feels terrible. But they make it safely back to the station, where there is power, beds, and blankets. 

“You’re sort of insane,” Wendy observes. 

“More or less,” Eddie admits. 

“Hope he’s worth it.” She adds.

“He definitely is.”

He sets them up in a private bunk area. No one raises a word of complaint.

---

21 for ⚡️:

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Buck can see why this was a jarring way to start the morning. Ravi and Sadie aren’t even out of the locker room yet. It’s just Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim.

“When did you decide this?” Bobby asks.

“When he drunkenly suggested he wants to get married after Maddie and Chim’s wedding,” Buck says.

“You’re welcome for the inspiration, pal.” Chim tips his mug of coffee towards Buck. 

“Have you told Maddie?” Hen asks.

“No.” Buck admits. “Soon. Carefully waiting for chances to talk to people about it away from him.”

“Well, congratulations,” Bobby smiles. “This is great news, Buck.”

Buck scans their faces. 

“No one has any criticism?” He asks carefully.

“No,” Chim says. “This will make Eddie my brother-in-law, and I am working on collecting all of you via legal relations.”

---

33 for 🚨:

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 For example, to the aforementioned boyfriend question, the answer is yes. As to its natural follow up question, who do they tell, they come to a few conclusions. Christopher, yes. Immediately. They can’t do this and live under the same roof and not tell Christopher. Maddie, yes. Asking her to keep it from Chim for just a little while longer. The rest of the team, not yet. They want to hold off for a bit longer.

“Not because I’m not sure!” Buck makes sure to tell him. “I’m very sure.”

“But because of HR complications?” Eddie asks.

“I want to wait until I have my shield.”

Buck’s delayed shield ceremony is in the middle of March. It has been a long time coming. Eddie can see why he doesn’t want to do anything to postpone it further.

“Oh, that’s right,” Eddie grins wickedly. “You’re technically sleeping with your superior.”

Buck’s expression flattens. “You don’t have authority over me, Eddie.”

“Yes?” Eddie pantomimes lifting an invisible phone to his ear. “HR? This is Eddie. I have to report a young, hunky firefighter trying to sleep his way to the top.”

“You’re younger than me,” Buck laughs.

“Maybe focus on the hunky bit,” Eddie suggests. 

It’s these sorts of conversations that typically move from laughing to kissing to fucking. Between Buck and the station, Eddie goes over a week without sleeping in his own bed. 

Telling Christopher goes surprisingly easily. They take him out for ice cream, thinking, what harm could a small amount of bribery do? Turns out, they don’t need it.

---

21 for 🩸:

SPOILERS AHEAD

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“Bobby, I-I’d never hurt her,” Buck swears. “I’d never hurt anyone without a reason. I was just trying to-to find Eddie. To make things safer for him, if-if he was still in the city.”

Eddie’s hand finds Buck’s arm. Gentle. Reassuring. Grateful. 

“I know,” Bobby says. “I didn’t. But I see that now. Buck, I… I feel like I’ve failed you. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” Buck shakes his head. “You couldn’t have known. We promised not to tell anyone. And no offense, but Athena’s a cop, so…”

Buck chuckles softly. “Yes, believe me, it’s been an adjustment for her. But at the end of the day, there are people she will choose over her job every time.”

Her daughter. Buck understands.

---

36 for 🦮:

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They end up finishing their fancy ass fish dinner on Buck’s couch. With beer instead of nice white wine. Takeout containers and plastic cutlery instead of silverware. 

Cranberry is elated to see them both, but picks up on Buck’s mood immediately. Despite the food and the presence of her most cherished Eddie, she sticks stalwart by Buck’s side. She lays across his feet as they eat, like she’s anchoring him to the earth. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” Buck says, as Eddie finds a game on the TV he wants to watch. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night or cause a scene.”

“You didn’t,” Eddie waves him off. “First off, I like being here just as much, if not better. Second, shit happens. People have hard days.”

Buck takes a deep inhale. “Yeah. I guess that’s true.”

“It’s gonna be okay, you know?” Eddie assures him. “I know it’s hard right now. But you’ll get through it.”

Buck shrugs. “Not as me, though.”

“Who else would you be?” 

“I don’t know,” Buck admits. “I don’t know who I am if I’m not a firefighter. I was always searching for that answer before I landed here. Never much liked the guy I was beforehand.”

Eddie sits with this for a second. 

“Buck, I promise there’s more to life than being a firefighter-”

“Says the firefighter.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t always this, right?” Eddie says. “And… And there’s a lot I thought I’d be that I'm not, too. So… I get that, at least.”

Buck’s not sure what this means, other than maybe Shannon. He thought they’d get a life together? A second shot at a marriage? And they didn’t. 

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24 for 🔮:

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Mindlessly, not thinking about how creepy he must look standing in the middle of the street staring at this UHaul, Bobby takes a few steps so he can see past the van, to the front porch of the lovely two-story home behind it. He sees two people sitting on the porch. A brunette young woman, and a fair-haired teen. A young teen. Maybe thirteen or fourteen at most. A strange feeling settles in Bobby’s stomach. 

This is too ridiculous, right? The name Maddie and the exact same sibling archetype means nothing. If these two even are siblings. Lots of girls are named Maddie. Lots of them have teenage brothers and… And he’s sure lots of them wear an abundance of brightly colored, layered tank tops like… Like it’s the early 2000s. 

Bobby looks at the man in the car. He’s wearing a chunky digital watch. He’s looking at a… At a slide phone. 

What the hell sort of Heaven is this? The early 2000s? Really? If he’s going to be transported back in time, why not to his family? Why…

Wait.

Bobby looks at the teenager again. Really looks.