#<- since that name is making rounds again

[rhysintherain]

Okay. Example time.

My cousin Madalyn (no real names used) is one of those people who won't ever be a Productive Capitalist. She's in a wheelchair. She's mostly nonverbal. Her mom Judith has been her caretaker most of her life.

And that's a metric ton of work. She hasn't had a job herself since her daughter was born. But she also loves her daughter and genuinely wants to be the person taking care of her. Auntie Judith is awesome.

Since Madalyn graduated highschool, she's had a weekday caretaker. They go out every day, do her shopping, go to events and attractions, and visit friends. That's her caretaker's job, and she gets paid reasonably well for it. Auntie Judith gets weekday afternoons off, and it's not too much work for a caretaker who does this for a living.

Sometimes on weekends when Auntie Judith and/or Madalyn want to go out and do things, they call my grandmother (through the complicated connections of working class families, Grandma isn't actually related to them; but they're friends and neighbors). She gives them a ride to town, since Judith isn't particularly comfortable driving. That's not too much work for someone who's retired and generally not on too tight a schedule, but it makes a world of difference for them.

Recently Madalyn moved out of her mom's house. She lives in a small group home with round the clock care, and loves it. She still comes home on the weekends.

That home has support workers for the 3 or 4 residents 24 hours a day. Those people get paid to be there, and are on rotating shifts. Again, not an absurd amount of work if it's your full-time job. Madalyn still spends days with her usual support person, and gets the help she needs whenever she needs it.

If one person was completely responsible for her care, she wouldn't be able to live her life in any kind of comfort or happiness. Because she has her mom, stepdad, family and friends, teachers aides, paid support workers, and government funding (including the funding that got her a wheelchair van and her talking computer) she's doing great, and has been for most of her life.

It was the same way with my grandparents and great-grandparents, when they got to the point they needed high levels of support. Between their kids, spouses, friends, and paid caretakers, nobody was solely responsible for taking care of them. When Grandma Mary was too frail to drive herself places, Grandpa Jim drove her. When their house needed cleaning, my dad or his siblings helped. When the lawn needed mowing, my brother and I did it. When she needed someone to prep her food and change her oxygen bottles, she had a support worker come in to help.

If a society is working properly, making sure a disabled person can still live a good life doesn't become overwhelming for anyone. It doesn't matter if they're disabled in old age or if they've been disabled their whole life. It doesn't matter if they need a little help now and then or constant care. We already do this with kids: we have school and daycare and babysitters and relatives who make sure parents aren't the one and only person taking care of their children.

If society is doing its job, taking care of a disabled person is less of a burden and becomes just another ordinary responsibility, like going to work or doing the dishes.

We owe that to everyone, not just the people who did or will "contribute".

And if you ask Auntie Judith if the "work" is worth it for her daughter? She wouldn't have it any other way.

disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 || 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you and kate didn't mean to soft launch

The morning before game day feels exactly like every other morning in the second year of your WNBA career — slow, sleepy, quiet. Kate’s already up before you, slipping on her hoodie and pulling her hair into a lazy bun as she pads around the kitchen, humming some vaguely familiar country song. You watch her from your spot on the couch, half-asleep under a blanket you never remember unfolding, cradling a mug of coffee she definitely brought you without asking. That’s just how it is. That’s how it’s always been.

Since Iowa. Since sneaking hand-holding on buses and late-night FaceTimes during long road stretches. Since the tears when her name was called on draft night and the breathless laughter when yours followed a few picks later. Since the Valkyries took you both — different teams at first, then finally, together again. Five years now. Two as pros. One married. But no one knows that part. Not really.

The league knows you're close. Your teammates definitely know. Close can be everything and nothing all at once. Best friends. Roommates. Ride-or-dies. Married? That one’s been just yours.

Until today, maybe.

You’re walking into Chase Center like you always do. Grey sweats, Jordans, one AirPod in, badge swinging from the lanyard they gave you your rookie season. Kate’s already gone in ahead — she always stops for every staffer she knows, and she knows all of them. You hung back, scrolling on your phone, texting your brother something dumb about his fantasy football team. Normal. Easy.

You don’t even realize someone’s filming her until you round the corner and hear her voice first — bright, full of that familiar midwestern cheer, just a little too excited for a morning shoot.

“Man…,” she’s saying, face animated. “A little dramatic right now, you know.” Her eyes are wide, her dimples deep.

“Do you have a favorite?”

“Chelley’s my favorite,” she says, head tilting, right hand clotting the strap of her backpack.

“Who do you want next off the island?”

She laughs, not wanting to name any names, left hand sliding out of her pocket to cover her face. 

“I think there’s a specific person who has caused a little bit of drama  in the villa and she might need to go. No names.” And when she laughs, there it is — silver. Not flashy, not big, not center-staged, but unmistakable. Her wedding band.

“Understood.”

“See you guys!” She walks away, jogging up the steps, waving goodbye to the woman like they’re old friends.

You take a breath. Step forward. The same girl turns toward you, phone already lifted. “Hey! You mind if I ask you something quick?”

You shrug. Smile, keep it casual. “Shoot.”

“Do you watch Love Island?”

You laughed, short and dry. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

“I get pulled in every time. It’s, like, a toxic little ritual now.”

You moved your hand to mimic a spinning wheel—an endless cycle—and for just a second, your left hand slipped out of your pocket. The camera caught it. The light it. The dainty silver band, delicate against your skin, practically glowed under the overhead light near the door.

It was barely a second. But it didn’t need to be more than that.

Your team wins the game, able to lock the other team on defense, making their lives harder. 

That night, you drove home in silence together. Her hand on your thigh. Your fingers loosely wrapped around hers. The night sky bled over the Bay Bridge as the stars glistening the skyline, and you rolled the windows down just enough to smell the salt in the air. It felt like the calm before the storm.

You lived in a quiet apartment near the marina. Two bedrooms, open kitchen, soft white walls lined with framed jerseys and photo booth strips from a million years ago. Home.

You were in the kitchen reheating pasta when Kate wandered into the living room, phone in hand. “Babe?”

“Mhm?”

She sat on the couch, brows furrowed. “Did you check TikTok yet?”

You frowned, spooning pesto around the bowl. “No, why?”

“Uh…” She turned the phone toward you. “We’re kind of blowing up.”

You set the spoon down and walked over, wiping your hands on a dish towel. The WNBA’s official TikTok account had posted a video captioned,

“Two bombshells have entered the Arena. Kate Martin & Y/N Y/LN give us all the Love Island USA tea!”

The clip was barely a minute long, clips switching between you and Kate. Her laughing. You denying it. But what the fans noticed wasn’t your answers.

It was the rings.

The comments were already in chaos.

Kate blinked at you, mouth half-open like she was trying to laugh but hadn’t quite committed. “So…”

You leaned over the couch arm and kissed her temple. “So.”

“You think they’ll let us stay mysterious after this?”

You reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “They’ll try. But I think the ring did the talking.”

She looked at you. Really looked. The way she did when you said I do in front of three people on a foggy hike during a vacation, both of you crying like idiots. The way she did after the draft, waiting for your name to be called, heart thundering.

“I don’t mind,” she said finally. “I kind of… like that they know.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

Your phones buzzed again and again that night. Mentions. Edits. Old clips from college resurfacing. Conspiracy-theory TikToks unearthing that one photo of you holding hands in the background of a locker room celebration your senior year.

You let it all happen.

For the first time in five years, you didn’t rush to shut the door behind you.

You sat on the couch together, legs tangled, bowls of pasta growing cold. Kate pulled you close, tucked her face against your shoulder, and sighed softly into your hoodie.

“Wife,” she murmured. “Guess the secret’s out.”

You kissed her hair. “About time.”

[k-loves-u]

LaDS as Dads - Nicknames they'd each give her

Masterlist ---- Context

I feel like they’d give their baby the similar nicknames they had for MC since she passed away

Collective

‘Rory’ - short form of Aurora

Xavier 

‘Starling’ – implying that his baby is from his ‘starlight’ MC

‘Princess’ – He’s literally a prince and was about to be a king so she’s obviously his princess

On this note, I can totally see him doing a ‘knight’ and ‘princess’ roleplay with her. He wears his lumiere outfit while Sylus and Rafayel dolls Aurora up with a pretty dress.

‘Bunny’

Rafayel

‘Cordelia’ – Her lemurian name. Meaning ‘heart/daughter of the sea’. Which makes so much sense for the God of the Sea and Tides

This name would have variations like ‘Delia’ or ‘Lia’

He would use this name more when it’s just the two of them or they are having a family get together with Talia.

In fact, Talia must’ve given her Lemurian name.

‘Cutie’ – just like he had for MC

Zayne

‘Sweetie’ or ‘Sugar’ – Yes. Sweet-based nicknames. It’s his favourite thing. So is his baby.

‘Dear’ – He’d probably use this nickname as she gets older and mature or when she isn’t listening to him 🤪

‘Baby’ – she’d always be his baby no matter how old she gets

Sylus

‘Kitten’ – I can imagine him buying those small, over-sized cat outfits that parents make their baby wear and they look so adorable in 🥺💔

Like the little girl would be crawling on the ground, making little thump sounds with her hand and when he picks her up, she clings onto him

‘Rory’ would make sense coming out of Sylus because it’s like ‘Roary’ and he’s a dragon. Get it? Get it? Haha. crashes out

Caleb

‘Pip’ – Short form of ‘pipsqueak’ because she’s the smaller version of MC

‘Nova’ – I’m not referring to the explosion in his myth. Sorry… kind of? It’s because of the supernova he and MC watched in Skyhaven around the time they met again. It reminds him of that turning point in his and MC’s relationship. Su-su-su-supernova. 

‘Pumpkin’ – Sweet and Round.

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

nightsong

chapter 3

Word Count: 3.5k

rating: T for now

genre: romance| fluff | hurt/comfort

tags: idolverse | btsxreader | ot7xreader | hybrid!reader

A/N: Thanks for the patience, please let me reward you all with a new chapter 🥺 Just a reminder since it's been a while, but the name used in the bat hybrid's POV is just a nickname that became her sole identity. She is a Y/N.

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It was well into the morning by the time she stirred. Evidently, the shirt she had nested in had a scent that lulled her into the most restful sleep she could remember having in years. 

Yawning, she gave herself a moment to adjust, pricking her ears to catch any important sounds. The room was silent, causing her to tentatively crawl out from under the bed after she was sure it was safe. Just as she predicted, she found herself alone. It was about time she had some decent luck. Life owed her that much. 

Her ears strained, listening just to be sure as she fluttered her way across the room. Xiǎo Biānfú hung from the top of the doorframe, detecting activity down the hall. The household seemed to be up, congregated in the kitchen and having a meal. But it wasn’t just that… her animal senses told her there were…quite a few presences.

 Seven humans was a lot in close proximity already, really. Gao never let too many people close to her, so despite how many people came to see her stage persona, she wasn’t really used to too many humans being close to her like that, not as a human or as a bat. As stealthily as she was able, she flapped her way down the hall, nearly rounding the corner into a catastrophe. 

Her quick thinking had her flying up to a vent to dangle off it and watch the men she had seen last night eating and talking, with about a dozen more humans scattered around, filming them from various angles. Who were they ? Her instincts gave her an almost immediate answer. Trouble, that’s who.

Xiǎo Biānfú made a hasty retreat back the way she’d come, already heavy with the realization that there was no way she was getting out of this house. Not as a human. She had nearly been caught several times already. 

One clumsy move was all it took, and she could kiss her newfound freedom goodbye. She was so close to finding the life she was meant to have, somewhere out there in the world Gao had kept her from. 

There was no way she’d turn back, willingly or otherwise. And if he got ahold of her again, he would never let her go. He’d find a way to make sure she never escaped twice. 

Xiǎo Biānfú shivered, remembering all the years as a child she had gone without a proper bed, singing to her audience, having a meal in her lonely room, and then being moved to a hanging cage after being forced to take her bat form for the night. 

Gao treated her like a caged canary, and she learned to live like one, curled up under some straw, newspaper lining the bottom of the cage beneath her. It would be years before he gave her a proper cot to sleep on, when she had finally “earned his trust”. 

But for as ridiculously wealthy as he had become, it was nothing compared to what he could have afforded her, especially considering she was the source of his wealth.

So she would hang around for as long as she needed to if it meant avoiding getting caught—that might as well have been a life sentence. 

And how long could whatever was going on last, anyway? Maybe they were just…filming a commercial. It wasn’t like she had much experience with TV, but she knew what it was, moving pictures in a box she had seen long ago with her parents. And it had suddenly dawned on her that the room she was in had a TV.

A thrill of excitement ran through her at the prospect of catching up. ‘I don’t have to be so bored after all.’ Xiǎo Biānfú changed as soon as she was back in the bedroom, hurrying to the bed and getting on her hands and knees to pull out the stolen shirt. Being exposed, even when alone, felt wrong somehow. 

She had never lived that way long ago, to her knowledge, and the one thing she could say for Gao is he always allowed her to wear clothes. The finest, actually. Silken slips when she was allowed to sleep in human form, and custom gowns on stage. 

Lu snuck her an old t-shirt that had seen too many washes and was much too big, but she loved it, and paired it with the comfortable gym shorts he also brought her. For the time being, though, she would settle for the shirt she slipped over her head. It was comfy, just like her favorite t-shirt, and she ran her hands down the sides and took a minute to get used to the smell. 

That human’s smell was still over it, and she decided she didn’t mind that as she hunted for the remote, sitting on the edge of the bed and aiming it at the TV. The screen clicked on after finally locating the power button, but Xiǎo Biānfú quickly realized she didn’t really know how to work a remote.

It would have to be trial and error. Keeping her ears pricked in case anyone approached, she fiddled around with the buttons until she got the hang of changing channels, growing increasingly more entranced the more she went through.

The sheer volume of information contained in TV programming was staggering to her, commercials ranged for everything from toothpaste and whitening strips to breathable men’s underwear and limited edition restaurant menu items.

Speaking of the food, it looked heavenly. Her mouth was salivating, and her stomach chose then to remind her she hadn’t eaten since the night before. Leaving the TV, Xiǎo Biānfú wandered the room, poking around in case, by some stroke of luck, there was food. 

The kitchen was out, but maybe this human had a morsel somewhere, even though it didn’t smell like he did. Well, until she struck gold, finding what appeared to be snacks in one of the mostly travel empty bags. 

She knew more Chinese after so long living there, but her Korean was passable, and the labels said that she was currently holding a bag of spicy chips. There was also an apple and something called watermelon bread. 

Blindly ripping it open, she broke a piece off and popped it into her mouth. The flavor wasn’t what she was expecting, but it also wasn’t bad , and her next bite was bigger, more deliberate. It didn’t take long at all for her to scarf the bread down, carrying the second pack, the chips and the apple in her arms as she climbed back onto the bed and perched in front of the TV. 

It turns out watching TV and snacking was one of the most incredible things ever—she couldn’t believe she’d missed out for so long. She wasn’t even sure what she was watching, the words being spoken too fast for her to catch some of it. But it didn’t really matter, and after her stomach had stopped growling, Xiǎo Biānfú found her eyes growing heavy. 

Standing, the bat hybrid stretched onto her toes, resisting the urge to unfold her wings under the shirt to stretch them out as well. She stuffed the evidence of her snacking under the bed, strolling over to the bedroom window, attracted by the sunlight. 

There was a sprawling lawn outside, crisp green and so inviting. The strangest urge to roll around across it came over her, which was something Gao would have never permitted. Realizing that made her want to do it more . 

Slowly but steadily, the bat found herself compiling a mental list of all the experiences she wanted to have out in the world. Some of them, like rolling through grass or trying pancakes, were pretty mundane. Others felt more meaningful in a way she couldn’t put into words yet, like watching a sunrise from a mountain top, or attending a big festival. 

Her heart pounded as she saw movement outside, people making their way across the lawn. Some of them had standing cameras they were positioning while others were the same men she’d met last night. 

Ducking down on her knees, she observed them more closely than she had before, taking in how distinct they were. Faces sometimes blurred together up on stage. She could see them, but they could never see her, which was probably for the best. 

But a bunch of curious or awe-filled faces tended to become the same after so long, even if she could see them perfectly clear in the dimmed lights of the lounge, which she owed to her superior vision. Studying people, or even wanting to, was new to her. Not even her parents stood a chance against the erosion of time. In the end, very few did. 

The faces that were engraved in her memory forever were generally associated with sad feelings, or something…complicated. Eun-Sook and baby Junseo, Gao, Lu… she could close her eyes and remember every detail of their faces.

When she peered out at the men out on the lawn, one of the first things about them that caught her attention was their hair colors. 

There were three of them, and only one had dark hair. The other had summery brown hair, and the last had peachy blonde. He was the one who carried a lawn chair, unfolding it and setting it up in a bit of shade. The other two were holding things too, flat fabric attached to long strings.

 Strings that seemed to go on forever. As they unraveled more and began to move back, Xiǎo Biānfú’s took in the activity with wide eyes. They were flying kites! She had read about it, but never had the opportunity of course. One of them seemed to be having trouble getting his kite off the ground, while the other’s was soaring.

Her eyes tracked the movement of the kite bobbing on the wind in delight, wondering if she’d ever get to do something so carefree.

Folding her arms on the windowsill, she cradled her head there, watching, watching, unseen but watching. Her wings touched the ground a little, but she didn’t care, comfortable for the moment. 

Her eyes were nearly closed, some of the tension from early drained from her body, until the man on the chair happened to turn his head, and she scrambled to hide again. For a tense, heart-racing moment, Xiǎo Biānfú feared she had blown it. Maybe she wasn’t fast enough and he had seen. He would come inside and tear the room apart, dragging her out when he found her. Curled into a ball, the hybrid waited in tense silence.

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He had no proof anything weird was happening, but what Yoongi did have were his instincts. And they told him something was not as it seemed. The members didn’t seem to have the same feeling, so he kept it to himself. They may have been working, but this was the closest they had to any downtime in quite a while. He didn’t want to worry them for nothing.

Still, as he watched Jungkook and Jin flying kites—well Jin was fussing at his kite for refusing to catch the wind and lift off the ground—nearly dozing off, he got the sudden sense that he was being watched.

 Not by the film crew, and not by anyone in the immediate area. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise that no one was there when he turned around, or stared back at the house. 

It was probably his imagination, but that didn’t stop him from taking a long, long look at the window overlooking the lawn. No one was there, but his skin had definitely prickled. 

Given their history with Dispatch and saesangs it paid to have a certain sense for when someone was spying on you. But Jin and Jungkook were preoccupied with the kites, the youngest assisting him and standing back with a smile as their hyung cried out in success when his finally went up. 

Yoongi folded his arms, putting his ‘weird feeling’ to the side for the time being. That was something he could revisit later.

“Hyung?” It didn’t occur to him that he was being addressed until he heard feet crunching over soft grass, peering over his shoulder to see Jimin staring down at him curiously. “Do you want to play badminton? I thought I’d play with Tae, but he went down by the water with Namjoon to paint, and Hobi’s mean to me when I’m bad at games.” He pouted, enlarging his eyes in the way that always got him whatever he wanted. The Jimin Effect indeed. 

The rapper slowly raised from his chair, sighing as Jimin eagerly handed him one of the racquets he was holding, his pink lips pulling into a cute smile. Distracting himself with a game was probably better than letting some random thought consume his head or accidentally getting cooked while lying directly under the sun.

 “Alright, come on.” Yoongi squinted out at the fall sized badminton court he could make out over the slope. “We can be bad together.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite hyung?” The younger man chirped, bouncing ahead of him.

“No, because that seems to change according to who gives you what you want in the moment.”

 “What? You’re definitely imagining things.” Jimin said innocently, coming back just to latch onto his arm and lean into him. “I’m sure I’ve told you that you’ve always been my favorite.”

“Aish…” Yoongi didn’t try to pull his arm away, though. Jimin’s antics were amusing if nothing else.

Yeah. This could be about having a good time with his members if he let it be. That sounded doable. That sounded nice.

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Jin shut the refrigerator with a huff, his brows slashing down in that way that let them all know he was agitated. “Alright, which one of you greedy, inconsiderate fiends ate all the leftover jokbal from last night? I’m not mad.” Except he definitely was, Jungkook thought. “I just want an honest answer.”

No one spoke up, everyone looking amongst themselves in suspicion and confusion. “Hyung,” Taehyung said finally. “Why would anyone confess if you start off by calling us greedy, inconsiderate fiends?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he said. Except that yes he did. “It just slipped out.”

“Well, it wasn’t me.” Tae said matter-of-factly, going back to his phone. “You know I’m not really a leftovers person. Eating the same thing twice in one day is kind of boring for me.” 

Jimin, who was sitting next to him, didn’t even look up from resting his head in the crook of his neck, watching whatever video Taehyung was showing him. “Except when they’re my snacks…” he mumbled.

Eyes widening, Taehyung looked down at the man leaning into him. “You told me I could have some!” he groaned. “I thought we got over that misunderstanding.”

“Some.” Jimin agreed, “Like the snacks I was offering you right then and there. Not the ones you went back and took later.”

Although one arm was trapped between them, Taehyung threw up his free one with a roll of his eyes. “I just think maybe we can admit you weren’t really all that clear. And I did treat you later, so it should be even now.”

“Hey!” Jin shouted, interrupting the squabble before it could really get started. “We’re talking about today,” He waved the empty container high for everyone to see, the other hand on his hip, “or last night, since I’m guessing that’s when the guilty party did it.”

Jungkook ran his finger down the spine of the bat. No one had noticed he had it sitting in his palm, hungrily snacking on a grape. She hadn’t been around when he’d peered into the box earlier in the day, but he decided she must have been napping underneath the fabric they’d laid in the bottom of the box to keep her warm. 

With the filming happening he didn’t have the opportunity to check without drawing attention. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t want to do that, but it felt like the tiny creature should just be a secret between him and his members. And though the plan had been to call a wildlife rehabilitation center, Jungkook didn’t try to remind anyone when they all presumably forgot. 

“Something weird’s happening.” Yoongi-hyung declared. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier, but I’m sure of it now.”

 “Weird how, hyung?” Hobi asked curiously as he came into the room, carrying the scent of whatever he used in the shower. 

“I don’t know yet.” He admitted. “I can just feel it.”

“Buuut,” Jimin hummed, raising his head and pushing a finger against his plump bottom lip absently. “If someone ate the leftovers in the middle of the night wouldn’t there be dishes in the sink, or a smell in the air when they used the microwave?”

“Good point, if anyone would be able to smell food cooking it’d be Kook.” Taehyung agreed. “Right, Kook?”

They were all used to him zoning out, so when he raised his head, blinking like a dazed deer, the others didn’t look too surprised. “Huh?”

“I said…hey, is that the bat?” Taehyung lightly shook Jimin from his shoulder to come and see. “Aww she’s so cute when she’s eating.”

“Yah! Have you been holding it in your hand this whole time?!” Jin shrieked, doing a double take, then turning to Yoongi for support. “I thought we agreed we would stay away from it.”

Jungkook gave Yoongi a sheepish look when his hyung turned his attention toward him. He received a slow, cat-like blink. “You know how the young ones go. Telling them not to do something is just an invitation.”

“Plus Kookie rarely listens when he’s determined,” Hoseok laughed over the ice maker as some tumbled into the glass he was holding under it. The subdued reactions of his fellow hyungs did not pacify Jin. In fact it only made him grumpier. 

“You know what? I’ve decided not to cook, and I doubt anybody’s going to volunteer, so…” he pulled out his phone and began to scroll. “Takeout tonight.” Then Jin gave him his sternest stare. That was full-on hyung mode. “And Jungkook, so help me, put the bat down and wash your hands.” He clipped. 

The youngest stared down at the creature he was holding, and, still munching on the grape clasped in her wings, she stared back. “Aw, but hyung she’s comfortable.” As long as she didn’t poop in his hand, Jungkook was fine holding her. Given Jin loved his sugar gliders so much, he really didn’t see why he was so against bats.

Jin sighed. Loudly. “Someone was supposed to call the wildlife rehabilitation center by now.”

“We forgot,” Jimin offered helpfully.

“We can just…oh, never mind,” Taehyung lowered his phone. “They’re closed now, according to the site of the closest one listed.”

Namjoon stumbled into the kitchen, looking around the room suspiciously. “What’s up, Joon?” Hoseok sipped at his drink. “You okay?”

 “Well no,” their leader admitted, rubbing a hand down his face as he sank onto a stool at the bar. “First I couldn’t find one of my favorite shirts, and I thought I didn’t pack it. But now I can’t find any of the snacks I’m sure I did pack.”

“Our food thief strikes again,” Jimin hummed thoughtfully. “I wonder who it could be?” He sang, his eyes crinkled in amusement. 

“Thief?” Namjoon’s face scrunched, turning in his seat. “What thief?”

The bat went rigid under his finger as Jungkook stroked her head. Her wet, sticky face, smeared with the juices of the grape, turned, like she was looking at Namjoon too.

Yoongi peered into Hobi’s glass when his fellow rapper offered it to him, then took a long sip before handing it back. “Jin’s been accusing us of eating the jokbal left over from last night. Now you come and report your missing snacks. I was just telling the others I suspect something strange.”

Just like that, Jungkook could tell he had Namjoon’s interest. “Like what?”

“Not sure yet,” Yoongi shrugged. “But I’ll know when I know.”

The little bat he held shook a bit, as if it was having difficulty swallowing. Jungkook patted her tiny head with the pad of his finger in encouragement, and she put down the remains of her grape. Right then and there, she started flapping her wings, not quite taking off, and instead falling from the air to save herself at the last minute by clinging to the collar of his shirt.

Jungkook cupped a hand underneath her, stunned as she crawled into the neck to hide, still hanging near his throat but hidden from sight.

 “Kookie, what’s she doing?” Taehyung laughed. 

“I think she’s hiding.” He mused.

“Take that bat out of your clothes before she bites you or something!” Jin fussed, “Anyway Namjoon, when did you notice your snacks were missing?”

The leader played with a salt shaker, rolling it back and forth in his palms, staring at the countertop as he thought. “Um, when we came back inside after filming today.”

“So how could it be one of us?” Hoseok asked no one, “Did anyone come back inside alone?”

As expected, everyone said they hadn’t.

[sakumz]

Vanilla latte and a lemon meringue tart with natsuki please

a/n : non assassination au, academic rivals teehee

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[ s. natsuki x reader ]

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staring at the ranking board, you can't help but slap it, earning a surprise gasp from your friend.

" how? this dumbass sleeps through all those lessons! " you whined, shaking your friend as she giggles at your ministrations.

" come on, it isn't that bad. you're in second place, " she cheers you up, patting your back.

" it's not fair, it feels like I have to work one million times harder than him, " his low chuckles didn't go unheard of.

whipping your head around, he stands right behind you, staring at the board before looking back at you with a closed eyed smile.

" hello second best, " he earns a kick to his shin, grabbing your friend by the hand, you run away, hiding your crying face from the male.

second best? you've been second best ever since the first year of high school, because this boy keeps getting first. all he does is sleep and tease his fellow classmates. he doesn't even socialise that much but people seem to throw themselves at him!

" are you and seba, dating? " you nearly choke on your drink, one time during lunch, staring back at your classmate who asked, baffled and clearly angry at this point for making such an assumption.

" no, and I never will. "

" aw that hurts, " he looks over to your table, rising from his seat, as the girls around you starts to giggle.

" shut up, no one's talking to you, " he laughs before he leaves the classroom.

your friends looks back and forth from the messy disheveled boy to your flustered expression, who wouldn't blush if the lazy genius natsuki seba just let out low chuckles of amusement for you.

he sits next to you, you're nearer to the windows, sometimes you catch him staring at you even when he pretends to sleep.

" quit staring. "

" but you're so pretty. "

you grab your text book, snacking the back of the ravenette, he gets up immediately, small tears pricking his eyes from the impact as he watch you exit out of the class.

" don't mess with me! " he smiles at your words.

you were studying at the library, as you leave and make your way out to the gates, you pass by the soccer field. deep in your own thoughts, you don't hear natsuki shouting for your name. next thing you know, you were under him. his smelly sweat drips down your face, quickly pushing his face away, he wipes his face with his school uniform. you can see his abs when he does the action.

" since when were you on the soccer club and why are you playing in your uniform, you smell! " he laughs, a boyish grin present as he runs his hand through his messy locks.

" I just saved your life from that ball. "

" don't ignore my questions! " grabbing his uniform, a smirk now makes its way on his face.

" are you both dating? " the boys from the game, now gathers around the two of you.

" what the hell? no! " you run away, again. leaving natsuki to laugh. you left behind a cute keychain.

you don't even realise you lost your keychain till one day when natsuki was mindlessly fidgeting around did you start looking at your bag, the charm clearly gone and by his hands.

" I didn't think you were into girly keychains, " you start, facing the boy as he lets out a low hum, in thought.

" is that your girlfriend's? " you call again as he looks over to your face, a smile plastered over.

" yeah it's my girlfriend's. " finally handing you, your keychain, you're left flushing red at his words.

" are you both dating? " you hear the classmate who sat in front of you turn around and whisper those words.

you drop your keychain as natsuki bends down and grab it.

" sorry my girl's kinda clumsy. "

" we're not dating! "

the next round of exams were around the corner. you drown yourself in the library, when natsuki suddenly arrives. he asked if he could take the seat across you, mindlessly saying yes. you continued studying, never once looking at the boy.

" my girlfriend's so studious. "

" I'm not nobody's girlfriend. "

" hey. " you ignore.

" you should take a break, " he pulls your paper out of your sight, finally looking at the messy haired boy.

" woah you look one thousand times cuter with glasses and your messy hair, " your face flushed again.

natsuki seba has been sitting across you this whole time!

" I'm not going to lose this time, around. " he smiles at your words.

" yeah? goodluck. "

he returns your paper and leaves. when the results of the exams were out, you managed to finally score a perfect full mark. natsuki's name was sitting below yours.

" woah, that's a first, " he whispers from behind you.

" shut up, and congratulate me instead. " looking at your very happy face, he smiles back sheepishly wishing you the words you long to hear.

" congrats first place. "

" thank you, I can't even call you second best, " he laughs at your words.

" but you can call him, yours! " a classmate passed by you both, shouting those words as natsuki laughs once more.

" stop laughing, " you slap his arm.

" yeah you can call me yours. "

" what makes you think I like you? "

" well I do, I've always did. " patting your hair, you stare back in shock.

" yeah? and why would you like a try hard? with your smart mouth, anyone... you can pick any pretty girl. "

" but my eyes have always been laid on you, I don't want any pretty girl. I'd rather have you, and being a try hard isn't horrible, you never give up. " you would've been giggling and kicking your feet if the person you actually liked said all those words to your face.

but this was natsuki seba, you cleared your throat, looking away.

" you're my rival, " you jab a finger to his chest.

" woah, I'm kinda into that rival to lover stuff, you best be into me for me to earn such a title. "

" stop flattering yourself! "

" then hurry up and say I love you too. I must be on your mind 24/7 if all you think about is beating natsuki seba. "

you laugh, tears prickles your eyes. maybe a small part of you has already been captured by his unfazed coolness. he tilts to the side.

" yeah I love you. " he smiles, placing a hand on your cheek.

" don't kiss me till our first date, you better plan the best one with your smart ass. " leaving him alone he chuckles.

you better prepare yourself for the absolute best date, planned by yours truly.

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[rhettrosunsets]

Papers And Pad Thai - Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha (Phoenix) Trace X Fem!Teacher Reader

Category: Fluff!! Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You've had the worlds longest day, between grading papers, a spilt lunch, and not having heard from your girlfriend in almost a week while she was deployed? You just wanted to get home and drink some wine so you could cry while wearing an oversized hoodie and watching some bad tv re-runs. But little did you know what would be awaiting you when you got outside, and how much better your day would get.

Based off this ask

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,151

Warnings: Mentions of a child throwing up, reader is having a very shitty day, mentions of deployment, Natasha does pick reader up and reader wears Natasha's hoodie but there are no descriptions of the reader outside of this, no use of Y/N, use of pet names for reader.

Notes: Eeee!! This was my first ever ask, based off this ask here and I was so excited to get to write this, anon that requested this I hope you enjoy it. I had so much fun getting to write this!

Your brightly decorated classroom was silent for the first time since 7am,

Your shoulders slumped forward as you clutched your pen loosely between your tired fingers, your head throbbing as you stared down at the last math test in the pile, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes.

Somehow, a simple batch of easy subtraction problems that was supposed to be an easy test for the kids had managed to create at least six different new number systems that even Isaac Newton would have to sit down for, three small doodles of frogs, one child just writing sorry next to every answer with a frowny face, and one heartfelt love letter to your class guinea pig.

You let your head fall to the desk and groaned muttering “I love my job. I love my job and I love my kids” you repeated muffled against the wood desk. “I love my- okay, you know what? Maybe not today, and that’s okay.” you sighed out heavily to yourself, your body deflating as you tried not to cry.

You had stayed after school yet again to grade papers because the idea of bringing home another binder full of pure chaos made you want to sob. Fridays were supposed to be for movie day and early dismissal, something you reveled in every Friday, for the fact that you could finally get a small break. But Instead, today, three kids had cried over what pencils they got to use during the test, a kid threw up all over the classroom floor and had to go to the nurse while you tried to console the other kids, and you’d spilled your yogurt all over your lesson planner leaving you without lunch, and without a lesson planner.

And to make it all sting even more? Natasha still hadn’t messaged you. You didn’t blame her though, she was still deployed and you knew better than anyone how spotty their comms were when the squad was off on a deployment. But it’d been a week since her last message “We’re all okay, Miss you, Peach.”

No FaceTime calls, no bright smile and warm eyes, no warm voice whispering “Hey, baby” like she always did when she knew you needed it the most, you hadn’t even realized how badly you were missing her until today, when all of this rained down on you at once.

You tossed the finished paper on top of the pile with a huff before you gathered your bag, did a final check of the room, flipped off the lights and locked up your door, before stepping outside where the sun was just beginning to set, the golden hour hue illuminating the parking lot. The parking lot was mostly empty with all parents and students gone for the day, most of the administration having left hours ago when the bell rang, and just a few tired teachers also shuffling to their cars, waving half hearted goodbyes. You yawned into your elbow and reached into your bag fumbling for your keys, rounding the corner of the building with heavy lidded eyes, already picturing Natasha’s oversized hoodie and a glass of wine waiting for you at home.

Then you stopped dead in your tracks, because someone was leaning against your car. But it wasn't just anyone, it was your girlfriend. Your girlfriend who wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. She was still in her flight suit, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her thick boots planted firmly on the ground with one leg crossed over the other as she leaned against the driver’s side door, her arms crossed wearing that same cocky smirk that had made you fall in love with her in the first place.

She raised her brows, her cocky smirk never leaving her face as she saw you standing there bewildered, like you don’t believe she’s really there. “You gonna stand there all day ogling me? Or are you gonna come kiss me, Peach?”

Your knitted bag fell off your shoulder and the bag hit the pavement with a thud, but none of that mattered right now. The next thing you knew, you were running at full speed, and you crashed into her with so much force that she stumbled as she was forced to take a step back, leaning further into your car, laughing as she caught you in her arms.

“Woah easy there sweetgirl” she teased, pulling you tightly against her, lifting you off your feet, as you wrapped your legs around her middle. “You’re gonna knock us both over.” She said laughing happily at the fact that she got to hold you in her arms again.

You buried your face into her neck, inhaling her scent that smelled like jet fuel, soap, and the San Diego sun. It smelt like home. You tightly wound your arms around her neck like you were afraid she’d disappear if you let go, and maybe you were, because part of you still didn’t believe that she was really here, holding you, and calling you Peach.

“I-I didn’t know you were coming back today’ Tasha” you mumbled your voice thick and wobbly against her skin as she slowly set you down, placing your feet on the parking lot ground still keeping you pulled tightly against her. “That was the point baby” she mumbled gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Wanted to surprise my girl.”

A surprised, watery laugh left your lips, as you started to cry, the exhaustion from waking up at five in the morning, the grading of papers that made you want to pull your hair out, the stress from the day, the loneliness you felt earlier, all of it came crashing out of you at once as ugly hiccupping sobs started pouring out of you, making you clutch at her harder.

“Hey, hey" She whispered softly taken aback at your reaction. "Oh, Peach, don’t cry baby. It’s okay, it's okay. M'here.” Natasha said softly, pulling back from you just enough to cup your face in her hands and study your expression.

Her thumbs brushed away your tears as her thumbs rubbed gentle circles on the apples of your cheeks, and she kissed your forehead over and over again, like she could kiss the sadness away, and get her girl to feel better with just that, which to her credit worked as you calmed down enough to say “I missed you so much you choked out, your voice breaking as you did so.

“I know, sweetheart, I missed you more.” Natasha spoke back as she looked at you, trying to calm you down to the best of her ability. You shook your head, sniffling as you tried to speak trying to truly let her know how much this means to you “I-I’ve had such a long day, and then I saw you, and I thought I was dreaming, or I thought maybe it was the two coffees I had on an empty stomach and I was finally losing it. ”

“You’re not dreaming” Natasha promised with such authority that you couldn’t even question it, as she rested her forehead against yours. Her voice was low and steady, grounding you and soothing you in a way you’ve needed since she left. “I’m here, right here Peach. And I’m not going anywhere besides home with you, so we can go rewatch some shitty rom-coms and drink some wine.”

More tears fell from your eyes and she held you through them rubbing your back in slow circles and every few seconds she’d press another kiss to your cheek or your nose or the edge of your jawline.

“I really didn’t think you’d be back for another week” you whispered eventually, voice hoarse from crying. “We finished early, and no one got shot at. I call that a win, Peach.” she joked lightly, grinning widely when you choked out a teary eyed laugh.

“God, I love you’ Tasha” you blurted out, your voice full of emotion. The look on her face softened completely, “Yeah?” she asked, rubbing your cheeks with her thumbs as she smiled at you, staring into your eyes. “I think you should say it again” she whispered out, a small smirk perking up in the corner of her lips.

You smiled through the tears and mummured “I love you, Natasha Trace.”

She leaned in and kissed you slow, gentle, and full of everything she couldn’t say over a radio message or a letter. And when she pulled back, her eyes were warm and glassy. “I love you too, Peach,” she murmured. “So much so that it’s absolutely stupid.”

You burst into small giggles at the nickname, your face flushing as she peppered your cheeks with more kisses. “I’m serious, Peach” she insisted between smooches. “I was halfway across the world on a serious mission, and here I was thinking about you in a pencil-skirt, handing out stickers for good spelling, and smiling at those kids like they’re your own.”

You snorted as your head fell against her collarbone “Sorry to break your fantasy, but that’s not what I wear 'Tasha.” She shrugged, a smirk quirking up at the corners of her lips. “No, but I think that’s what I'll continue thinking about when I'm gone. It gives me good motivation to get back here.” she said, glancing down at you seeing how your eyes brightened when she did. “You’re an idiot” you say your voice full of fondness as you wrap your arms tightly around her again.

“But I'm your idiot, Peach” she corrected. You stayed like that for a while, just swaying slightly in the golden hour sun. Her hand rubbed slow circles over your back, and you could feel her smile against your temple. Finally, she pulled back and looked you over, taking you in fully after the emotions of the last few minutes. “You look exhausted, baby.”

“I am exhausted” you admitted with a yawn, before continuing, “It was a long week, one of my kids tried to eat a glue stick on Tuesday, I had a kid puke all over the floor today, and the math tests I had to grade today had declarations of love to the guinea pig instead of the answers to the questions.”

She winced at your retelling of your long week, “Yikes, Peach. No wonder you're dead on your feet.”

“I didn’t even get to eat lunch today because it got spilled all over my lesson planner” you whined out dramatically. Natasha gasped playfully and took your face in her hands again. “That’s criminal, baby. No lunch?”

“I know, you’re lucky I didn’t wither away before you got here to surprise me.” You reply back, in a dramatic tone, bringing your hand to your forehead as you lean back closing your eyes for the effect.

“Well, lucky for you, Peach, your incredibly hot, sexy, brave, and thoughtful girlfriend bought you takeout.” Natasha said in a teasing voice. Your eyes lit up, and a wide smile graced your face at the mention of something to eat “You brought me food?”

“I brought you Pad Thai, those egg rolls you love, and enough mango rice to last us a week, baby.” she said proudly, before continuing “And wine, lots of it, I also prepped the couch with tons of fuzzy blankets, and extra snacks for after dinner.”

You blinked up at her, absolutely stunned. “Are you trying to marry me ‘Tasha?” She gave you a wide smirk “Is it working?”

“Yes” you said without hesitation, no amusement even present in your tone, “God, yes.” She kissed you again and whispered against your lips, “Then let’s get you home and get some food into you, future Mrs. Trace.”

You grinned widely and kissed her back, your heart beating loud enough in your chest that you thought she could for sure hear it. She did a 'give me' motion with her hand, as you grabbed your bag from where you had dropped it and handed her the keys to your car.

She opened the passenger side car door for you, before tossing your bag into the backseat, and even buckled your seatbelt, giving you one last kiss on the forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, and starting the car up. On the drive home, you reached for her hand and laced your fingers with hers, relishing in the feeling of her being home again. “I still can’t believe you’re here right now” you said softly, taking in her features, a disbelieved smile still present on your face. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed your knuckles, “I missed you more than words can convey, Baby.”

And when you got home, she wouldn’t let you lift a finger. She carried you up your driveway and through the door just to be dramatic, laughing loudly as she heard your loud fit of giggles. She put you on the couch, and immediately curled up beside you under the mountain of blankets she had prepared before heading to the school to come surprise you. She fed you bites of sticky rice between soft kisses and laughed every time ended up getting sauce on your nose or on the side of your mouth.

And later, when you finally started to drift off against her chest as a cheesy 2000’s rom-com played in the background, you knew everything would start to feel okay again.

[starknife-starmimi]

Any headcanons for our lovely mess of a ship?

(/positive, lol)

Gaia, they are more of a mess than my life sometimes /lh /silly

(cracks knuckles)

How do I explain that For The Record from 36 Questions is so them coded /rhe

OKAY, SO HEADCANONS

- Starline originally started flirting with Mimic just to get under his skin and further attempt to manipulate him. It went from "Oh, I'm just messing with him" to "Oh no, I might actually like him." VERY QUICKLY.

- Though neither of them admitted to anything for a while because if Denial is a river in Egypt, then they are an entire ocean. It's an absolute slow burn.

- Mimic is probably a tsundere, I'm not sorry /lh

- Starline refuses to let Mimic treat his own injuries. Despite not being a medical doctor, Starline has a lot of experience in bandaging his own wounds from back when he had the Warp Topaz.

- Mimic will tease the fuck out of Starline. He loves to see him blush and trip over his words. It's adorable and pathetic to him.

- I imagine Starline really enjoys slow dancing. Meanwhile, Mimic has practically no experience in it. He did get a little better at it more their relationship went on.

- Mimic is the big spoon, Starline is the little spoon. It rarely switches.

- Starline is PETTY. If him and Mimic get into an argument, Starline will give him the silent treatment for however long he lasts until he realizes he is starved touch and needs affection.

Yeah, Starline is touch starved and affection starved.

- Mimic is strong enough to pick up and carry Starline. Meanwhile, Starline can't do the same without the Tricore.

-Starline kept procrastinating on telling Mimic about his Imposter Syndrome project. He was confident that Surge and Kit would end up more like co-workers to them. He was not expecting to accidentally make him and Mimic fathers. They have no idea what they're doing, but they try.

- Mimic is the only force trying to keep Starline on a decent sleep schedule and prevent him from accidentally starving himself.

- Starline will become flustered by even the slightest touch. He is an absolute wreck even before him and Mimic get together.

- Mimic loves hearing the sound of Starline's voice and will take any excuse to listen to him ramble. Even if that means going through his video recordings without his permission sometimes.

Starline has had to change the password to his computer so many times.

[deadrocks]

Torn because I want to commiserate a bit about the end of Dragon Age as a series, but I don't want to hit any "if you criticized Veilguard or didn't buy it, this is *your* fault" -style posts. Maybe there aren't any, but I'm not feeling inclined to go find out.

[arolesbianism]

Me sitting and watching any oni discussion waiting for an excuse to bring up a seed is planted all like 🤓👉👈

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent somno)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[mwphisto]

Post-marathon sex with Sylus and he’s still insatiable.

You’re wearing one of his button downs, barely buttoned and lounging on his couch while he’s shirtless in the kitchen making you both something to eat.

You’re peeking at him, admiring the red nail marks you left on the plains of his back and waist. The low hanging sweatpants doing nothing to help your running thoughts.

Especially since you know he has nothing on underneath.

You settle back, eyes fluttering shut as you try and calm yourself. You both woke up four hours ago and just managed to untangle from each other in the last twenty minutes. Still, your mind replayed everything he did to you over and over and over again. How could you relax?

“Kitten.” You still, eyes snapping open to see your lover towering over you. “I thought you were…” but Sylus only hums, cutting you off as he grabs one of your legs and moves it out of his way. “I’m hungry for something else.”

Had he heard you? Sensed all your filthy thoughts with that cursed eye of his? Whatever had been cooking on the stove now laid forgot in a pan with the burner off.

“Here?” Yet, you’re lifting your other leg, letting your behemoth of a lover push your thighs up to your chest and reveal your bare cunt. “This is our house, kitten.” And he’s settling between your thighs, the couch somehow accommodating his size as his mouth hovers.

“I sent the twins away for a while, if you’re truly that concerned about getting caught. But we are adults, y’know. And this is our house. Free to use however…”

And you’re relaxing, squished up into the side of the couch as he bares your pussy for his hungry mouth. “Leaving the bed with nothing but my shirt, you really thought I’d be able to resist such temptations?” He kisses your swollen lips, still sensitive from the rounds of sex.

“Think i’d be able see you laying here and not want to ravish you again?” Another kiss, this time he sucks on your cunt before releasing it. “Could have this pussy a million times and still crave you like I’ve never had it.”

His tongue splits your slit, poking your clit and you’re whimpering. Your feet fall onto his shoulders, his hands still keeping your thighs squished and immobile. You’re fully at his mercy, no escaping even if you begged.

“Tell me to stop.” Drool is pooling on Sylus’ tongue, dripping onto your needy cunt as he pants. “Tell me to stop and we’ll stop.” Now, it’s your turn to pant.

“Sy, I don’t wanna stop.”

Like a switch, you can see the temptation consume him. Carmine eyes swallowed by the black of his pupils

“Perfect, because I really can’t hold back anymore.” His mouth encompasses you, nose settling on your pubic bone as his mouth tears you apart. His eyes are shut, a sigh of pure contentment vibrating your cunt as you cry his name.

Did I ever mention I yearn for this man like he’s real

[stardustquills]

thinking about husband!nanami being obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. 18+ mdni.

cw; overstimulation, unprotected p in v, creampie, mentions of pregnancy

wc; 1.7k

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you’ve lost track of how many times he’d made you come - how many time he’s come in you. even now, hours later, it seems like there’s no end.

not that you were complaining anyway.

“oh, baby,” he dragged, voice an octave lower than it usually was. kento had just come in you for the nth time, marking your walls with his white ropes.

he pulled out, leaning his head down to take a glance at his art. “what a pretty pussy. my pretty pussy.” your lips were swollen and puffy, blushed as his seed escaped your cunt, trickling down onto the bed.

he tsked, taking two fingers and scooping up your combined juices before shoving it back in.

you folded with a sob, biting on his shoulder. You head moved into the crook of his neck, taking in his natural scent mixed with his earthy cologne.

“h-ha, ken,” you managed to whimper, your hands weakly clawing at his shoulders. you were overstimulated and tired, unsure of how much longer you could handle him and his insane sex drive.

“doing so good f’me, honey,” he cooed softly, giving you a moment to recover before the next round. his free hand combed through your hair, a soothing motion he knew you loved. when he spoke again, it was like he was speaking to a baby. voice all sweet and gentle, one you couldn’t find yourself saying no to. “think you can go another round?”

he wasn’t really asking - he’d make you go another round.

he slipped his fingers out, causing a soft mewl to escape your throat. your hole hopelessly clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off. he hummed contently, his fingers moving out of his mouth with a pop!

“we taste good together,”

what a filthy, filthy man your husband was.

“k-kento,” you looked up at him, a pout on your lips with dried tear stains. you hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, your fingers fiddling thing the hairs on the nape.

he looked down at you as you called his name - his heart softened at the sight. his precious wife pouting and looking up at him with doe eyes. your body trembled and shook, goosebumps rising as he trailed a hand down your arm. “yes, darling?”

“‘m tired,” you started, voice quiet and barely audible. “can’t-“

“ah ah,” he cut you off, “yes you can. c’mon honey, just one more round, please?”

how could deny him after he asked so sweetly? but you didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he was so hellbent on getting you pregnant. having kids wasn’t a new topic in your marriage, it’s been something that’s been discussed numerous times, but now you think you’re ready for it.

ever since you told kento “let’s have some kids,” (which was earlier today), he’s been pounding into you like a bitch in heat.

it’s just that he thinks you’d look so beautiful pregnant with his kids. it’s something he’s been thinking about for ages. kento knew you’d be the mother of his kids just a few months into dating.

and now he finally gets to live it.

he can’t wait to see you all round and glowing, growing his kids in your womb. he just knows that you’d be an amazing mother, it’s something you’ve been talking about, and it fills with him so much happiness.

fuck, he’s hard again.

“mmh-“ you whine into his neck as he takes your hand and it helps it wrap around his cock. his hand is around yours, helping you pump because your hands feel that much better than his.

and the whimpers of your name that leave his lips are so delicious, so delicate and full of the love he has for you. “just one more round, baby, please?” he repeats, voice breathy as you both pumped that veiny cock. “wanna get you pregnant so bad. last round, i promise.”

his hand left yours as he helped you on top of him, your legs straddling his as you hand continued moving up and down, torturously slow. kento looked up at you, his hand swiping a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“so pretty,” he pulled your face closer to his, placing a kiss on your forehead. “so beautiful,” he kissed your eyelids, “so perfect,” the tip of your nose, “all mine,” before kissing your lips.

you swallowed up his whimpers and moans, you hand still resuming that unhurried pace. his lips fell open and you continued pecking them, a girlish giggle leaving you as a particularly needy moan of your name left your husband.

“just one more round, yeah?” he pulled his face away from yours, his eyes falling to where your hand tugged on his cock. the tip was an angry red from being so used and aroused, and when you swiped your thumb over his slit he thought he’d come right then and there.

“nghh, b-baby,” his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements, “fuck, gonna make me come,” his voice was deep and gravelly, and you could feel the fresh pool of arousal at your cunt. “gotta come in you, honey, gotta give you some babies,”

kento’s hands moved to your hips, lifting them with a mumble (“lift your hips for me, sweetheart. there you go.”) as he let you line him up with your cunt. your cunt that was drooling with his come, making a mess on his thighs. but he didn’t care - the sight only turned him on even more.

you let yourself lower onto him, a desperate moan ripping through your throat, one that matched your husband’s.

“kenn,” you panted, already squirming, just from him bottoming out. the pleasure was too much for you and your overstimulated pussy. your head fell into the crook of his neck once more, using his scent to ground yourself.

“shh, you’re doing so good, mrs. nanami,” and there it was, his favourite nickname for you, “last round, sweetheart, you can take it,”

you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last round.

but oh he was being so sweet, so nurturing and careful as his hands helped you roll your hips against his. your thighs shook already, goosebumps rising all over your skin as he did all the work even though you were on top. he doesn’t even bother to rub hearts on your clit; he knows you’ll come just from the penetration alone.

his heart is full of so much love and lust, breathless gasps leaving his plump lips as he feels himself hitting your cervix. so much love for his wonderful wife - his wife that lets him use her body over and over again without any complaints.

he bucked his hips up, a moan of ecstasy leaving him as a gasp of surprise left you. his strong arms now wrapped around your waist, pinning you against him as he bucked his hips up into you again, not letting you escape.

you took it like the good girl you were and it drove him mad.

“so good to me, sweetheart,” he leans his head down to your hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of your shampoo. kento closed his eyes, letting himself thrust into you faster and faster. he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight; he’s only focused on giving his wife some babies. “mmm-aah, mrs. nanami!”

each thrust brushed against your g-spot, a breathless pant leaving you every time it happened. you couldn’t think straight. you wanted it to stop, the sensation was tiptoeing the fine line between pain and pleasure, but fuck kento’s noises were like music to your ears. you’re so cock drunk, strands of incoherent babbles leaving your lips as he dragged his cock in and out of you.

you could feel yourself clench around him, a distinct whine leaving your lips as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach.

“gonna come again, love?” kento grunted, a singular ha! leaving him as his dick kept ramming into you. “it’s only been a few minutes, darling,”

“too much, ken, ‘s too much,” you sobbed, seeing a fresh batch of tears blurring your vision.

“you’re fine,” he decided, thrusting into you with a newfound fervour. “you can take it, honey, i know you can.”

and you do. because who are you to disappoint your loving husband? if he says you can take it, you can take it.

“that’s it, such a good girl,” your head spins with how proud he sounds. you could smell the salty sweat mixed with his earthy cologne. god, everything about him drove you nuts.

“it’s okay, baby, you can come,” he encourages you, one hand petting your hair, the other still wrapped around your waist. kento could feel like way your walls have been fluttering around him, one of the signs you were close. not to mention the way your body quivered and spasmed.

a few more thrusts and you were coming undone, your noises of pleasure being muffled against his neck. your chest heaved with each deep breath, doing everything you can to try and reduce your heart rate.

kento came soon after, his arms tightening around you as an attractive moan left him. thick, white ropes of his seed shot into your womb again, and he kept thrusting until he was sure his come was in you as deep as it could go.

“i love you,” kento whispered, kissing your hair since you kept your face in his neck. he bucked his hips into you again, testing the waters, and chuckled when a high-pitched whine left you.

“love you too,” you kissed his neck, still breathing heavily.

he didn’t pull out, not wanting his waste any of his come. instead, thrusted into you again, slowly, sloppily, his pussy drunk mind taking control of his body.

“k-kento,” you pleaded, dragging your nails down his chest as his pace gained momentum. “you said that was the last round-“

“i know, sweetheart,” fuck, his voice was so needy - your overstimulated walls fluttered around him madly. “but you just feel so good, and i wanna get you pregnant so bad, and h-hahh,” he moaned, cutting himself off.

and it’ll continue, night after night after night, until he knows you’re pregnant - and even then, it might happen after that, too. because kento is so in love with his marvellous wife, he only wants to make her feel good.

[ilovolderman]

The Match

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: While secretly dating You, Bucky gets roped into a dating app by Sam

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, light jealousy

A/N: this can be read as a standalone even though it's part of a series called "You Said What" (this is already part 5, so yes, im calling it a series.) It doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4. thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)

The kitchen was warm and quiet, filled with the soft morning light pouring in through the big windows. You were curled up on the counter in one of Bucky’s henleys — technically yours now, since you’d claimed it after “accidentally” falling asleep in it two months ago. He hadn’t asked for it back.

Bucky stood between your legs, his hands resting gently on your thighs as he stole tiny sips from your coffee cup every time you lowered it.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes at him as he swiped it again.

He smirked, brushing a thumb over your knee. “Can’t help it. Yours always tastes better.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned forward anyway, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He caught you halfway and turned it into a real kiss — slow, unhurried, the kind that made time feel irrelevant.

You sighed against his lips. “If you keep kissing me like that, we’re never gonna eat.”

“We can skip breakfast,” he murmured, voice low, teasing.

“And deal with Sam’s ‘someone didn’t have their Wheaties’ speech again? No thanks.”

Bucky groaned and stepped back, reluctantly, while you hopped off the counter. You started prepping your coffee again, and he leaned close to watch.

“One scoop…” he counted aloud.

You snuck a glance at him and grinned. “Three.”

“Three?” he fake-gasped. “You planning to vibrate through walls?”

“Says the guy who had four yesterday.”

“Three and a half,” he corrected, deadpan.

You snorted. “Uh-huh. Keep lying to yourself, grandpa.”

He gave you a playful glare but said nothing, instead leaning over to steal one of your toast slices like a thief in the night.

And then — of course — the kitchen door swung open.

“Okay, what the hell is this domestic energy?” Sam’s voice boomed as he walked in. “Am I interrupting a rom-com or—?”

You and Bucky practically jumped apart like teenagers caught red-handed. You reached for the peanut butter like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Morning,” you both said, far too casually, far too in sync.

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Weird. Anyway…”

He turned to Bucky, eyes narrowing as he opened the fridge. “You look grumpier than usual.”

“I always look like this.”

“That’s what worries me,” Sam said, pulling out the orange juice. “You need a little somethin’ in your life. A spark. Some romance.”

You snorted into your coffee. “Wow, subtle.”

Sam shot you a grin. “I’m serious, Bucky. You look miserable and I’m sick of it. Your need to get out there. Meet people. Real people. People who don’t, y’know, punch aliens for a living.”

“I’m not miserable,” Bucky muttered, taking a very aggressive bite of toast.

Sam ignored him. “You need someone to, like, hold your hand and remind you that the world isn’t complete garbage.”

“Y/N does that,” Bucky said before realizing. His eyes flicked to you. Yours widened slightly.

“Uh— I mean…” he coughed. “You could. You’re good at pep talks.”

Smooth. Real smooth.

But Sam was too busy with his phone to notice the weird energy. “Anyway, I’m gonna download Spark for you.”

“Oh no,” you whispered.

“Oh yes.” Sam grinned, typing furiously. “It’s like Tinder but for people who still believe in feelings.”

“Delete it,” Bucky said immediately.

“Too late. Already making your profile. Okay — full name?”

“Absolutely not.”

Sam looked up. “Fine, we’ll just put ‘Bucky B.’ You sound like a retired DJ. Age... one-oh-six... but we’ll round down to thirty-five. Close enough.”

You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stop from laughing. Bucky looked like he was actually malfunctioning.

“Give me your phone. I'm deleting it.”

“Nope.” Sam sidestepped him and kept typing. “Bio time. What do you want it to say? ‘Strong, silent, may or may not have trauma, will kill spiders for you’?”

“Sam.”

“Oh! And profile picture.” Sam’s grin went feral. “I’m gonna use the one from Clint’s barbecue.”

Bucky froze. “No. Not the one where—”

“Yup,” Sam said, turning the phone around dramatically. “The one where you’re smiling. A real smile. The people gotta see the goods, man.”

You wheezed. “That’s actually a really good picture.”

“It is,” Sam agreed, tapping to save the profile. “Now we wait. Trust me, you're gonna get matches faster than Tony blows money.”

Bucky looked physically pained.

And then… the phone buzzed.

“Oh snap — you already got a match! Girl named Olivia.” Sam said, scrolling like a man on a mission. “Look at this—she hikes, she volunteers at animal shelters. Honestly, Buck, she’s like a Hallmark movie in human form. You should totally message her.”

You blinked.

Something inside you twisted — that unwelcome, unmistakable burn of jealousy curling in your chest.

Bucky looked… surprised. And then cautious. “That was fast.”

“She’s cute,” Sam said, scrolling. “She said you have nice eyes. You should message her. Or better yet, go on a date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You forced a laugh. “Yeah, Buck. You should totally go.”

Bucky turned toward you slowly. His smile had faded into something softer. Thoughtful. He tilted his head, studying your face like it was a puzzle he was halfway through solving.

“…Maybe,” he said carefully, like he was testing the word.

You smiled a little too tightly. “Good for you.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, like he could see right through you.

You lasted approximately six hours before cracking. Not that you were counting.

You’d spent the day trying not to think about Olivia. Or her "kind eyes". Or the fact that Bucky had apparently matched with her in under a minute. Not that it mattered, obviously. You were cool. Chill. Entirely unaffected.

…Until Bucky found you in the hallway on your way back to your room, grabbed your hand, and wordlessly tugged you into his.

He shut the door behind you, arms crossed. He didn't look mad. Just… knowing.

You tried to play it cool. “If this is about the last cookie, I swear I thought it was mine.”

“It’s not about the cookie.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding. “Then what?”

Bucky’s eyes didn’t waver. “You told me to go. Like it didn’t bother you.”

You scoffed lightly, trying to brush it off. “I was just being cool. Y’know, chill. Unbothered.”

“You were seething, doll.”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest tightened. “Okay, maybe a little. So what?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. He just watched you for a second, his silence pressing gently around your walls. Not demanding, not accusing — just waiting for you to be honest.

You exhaled and leaned back against the door. “I know I said it didn’t bother me, but the second Sam said you matched with someone, it was like—like my stomach dropped out.”

His brow furrowed, stepping closer.

You continued, voice softer. “I know you love me. I do. But the idea of someone else getting even a piece of you… I hated it. And that scared me. I didn’t want to be the clingy one or the insecure one or the girl who flips out over some dumb dating app.”

Bucky’s face softened completely. “Hey.”

He closed the gap and cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You are not insecure. You’re not clingy. You’re human. And you love me.” He kissed your forehead gently. “I want you to care.”

Your chest cracked wide open, and you let yourself lean into him.

“I don’t want to share you, Buck,” you whispered. “Not even a little.”

“You never have to,” he murmured. “You’ve got all of me. Always.”

“…So what about Olivia?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He shrugged. “I unmatched her hours ago. Right after you said good for you like you were trying not to cry.”

You gaped. “You what?”

Bucky smirked. “The only person I want… is you.”

Your heart stuttered, full and aching and impossibly light all at once. “Bucky—”

“You’ve had me from the moment you stole my henley and never gave it back.” His voice was barely a whisper. “You don’t have to be chill. You don’t have to play it cool. You already have all of me.”

Your laugh was shaky, but your smile was real. “Even if I get all weird over fictional matches on dating apps?”

He grinned. “Especially then.”

You leaned into him, your fingers curling around the hem of his shirt. “So you’re not going on a date with Olivia?”

“Nope,” he said, nuzzling your nose with his. “Unless you change your name and start volunteering at animal shelters.”

You snorted. “I would for you.”

Bucky kissed you then — sweet, slow, soft. The kind of kiss that made you forget all the awkward moments of the morning. The kind that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

You laughed into the kiss, your fingers curling around his shirt. “You absolute...”

“—Boyfriend material?” Bucky finished, hopeful.

You smiled, lighter than you had all day. “Absolutely.”

Somewhere down the hall, Sam shouted, “I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DELETED SPARK—!”

You broke apart, laughing breathlessly. “We should probably tell him.”

Bucky sighed into your neck. “Or we fake our deaths and disappear into the Alps.”

“Tempting.”

next part

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[enhani-ki]

round with my baby - reader x ni-ki

warnings: smut, nsfw, pregnancy scare, cursing, etc.

sex with your boyfriend ni-ki had never really been possible before. between his packed schedule and the fact that his dorm was never truly empty, there was just never a right moment.

you both always kept things quiet and sneaky—stolen kisses behind closed doors, hands slipping under clothes when no one was looking. every moans was muffled against the crook of each other's necks, always heated and hurried but stopping just before things went too far.

ni-ki didn't have much experience either, but he admitted that with you, he feels more confident. being close to you made him curious—eager to touch, explore, and try all the things he'd only ever thought about before.

"fuuuck," he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. "you feelーyou feel so good, baby."

and ever since he got some time off, ni-ki didn't wasted a second and spent every moment with you. he doesn't even care now if there were people in the dorm while he's fucking you.

"faster, riki—please, please," you cried out, fingers digging into his back as you tried to pull him closer, like it would somehow make him go deeper.

your inside walls were so warm, so wet, he swore it should've been easy to move—but you were gripping him too well, it's so hard to think straight.

your head was spinning too. his hips slapped against yours with so much urgency, his breathless moans falls with every thrust. you felt his cock twitched inside of you. he was close.

"wait—shit, shit, shit," he gasped, eyes wide as he tried to pull out, but it was too late.

ni-ki's cum was already leaking from your swollen pussy. it was still spilling from his tip also, thick and hot... your boy couldn't help it as it really felt too good to stop in time.

"oh my god—baby…" ni-ki kissed you, guilt flashed in his face, though his rock-hard cock was twitching against your inner thigh, begging to be inside again.

"mmh, it felt good," you whispered. wrapping your arms around him needy, even after he had filled you.

"yeーyeah? can i put it back in?" he asked, wiping the sweat off your forehead before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"yes, riki... hurry," you moaned. ni-ki lined himself back into the mess he made between your thighs, groaning as he slid inside. your body was already sensitive, overstimulated, but the moment he filled you again, you suddenly prefer if he could fuck you 'til you go dumb.

your back arched off the bed. "how—how come you're so good?" you asked him. leaning to bite his lower lip, enough for it to sting and for him to hiss.

ni-ki cursed under his breath before chuckling, eyes locked on the way your body trembled beneath him. the sheets were already soaked from the juices of slick and his cum dripping from your swollen cunt. "you're so sexy,"

he leaned back to watch himself slide in and out of you—slow, deep, then fast. the sight made his breath hitch, seeing how his cock glistened each time it dragged out before sinking back in. "babe, you're dripping everywhere…"

you hands clawed at his shoulders, "almost thereーriki, i'm—!" ni-ki felt your pussy throbbing inside, he picked up his pace the moment he heard you call out his name. "cum," he demanded, panting while kissing the corner of your mouth. "let me feel you, baby."

he held you tight the moment your walls fluttered around him, locking you in place as you came. your sharp cries filled the room, trying to push him away.

and without missing a beat, ni-ki started thrusting harder and faster, pounding into your soaking pussy while covering your neck with sloppy kisses and licks. "that's it, y/n... cum on my cock," he whispered. "soak me, and i'm gonna fill you up—i swear."

his words shot pleasure straight to your core that you can't stop leaking. he started cumming too almost instantly after, the hot spurts of his release surged deep inside your womb.

"fuuuck, take it all," ni-ki gasped, slamming into you a few more times while you milked him for every last drop of his seed.

his cock were still buried inside, twitching as he collapsed on top of you. ni-ki looked up to press soft kisses to your neck, your jaw, your lips "i love you so much, y/n..."

"i love you too, baby."

the period tracker, which you both used more as a joke at first, now looked insane—full of hearts and entries of unprotected sex.

...too many "didn't pull out" notes to count.

even when he hadn't moved yet, you already felt like crying. all ni-ki did was stay still inside, cock throbbing gently, but your eyes welled up.

he pulled back, gave a shallow thrust, then froze. "y/n…" he whispered, staring at your heaving tits. his brows were furrowed like he's thinking about something mid-fucking. "i—fuck—i don't know," he said leaning down to kiss your cheek, then your lips. "if i finish inside you again… you might really get pregnant."

your breath got caught in your throat, "huhー?" ni-ki kissed you again before you could say anything, his tongue roamed inside that all you could do was to whimper into his mouth.

"i'm gonna take care of you, baby."

days passed, then weeks. your body starts to feel strange, your body felt heavy, and on top of that... your period didn't come.

you ignored it and blamed it on stress, but you also stopped texting ni-ki back. you stopped answering your boyfriend's calls because every time his name lit up your screen, your stomach flip.

you don't know what to say to him. you weren't even sure what you feel but you know you needed space, even though all it did was make your head hurt more.

riki: talk to me, please.

riki: baby?

ni-ki showed up at your place eventually. he didn't say anything at first—he just sat beside you and pulled you into his arms to hold you tight. he kissed your temple, your cheek, and the top of your head.

"why don't you talk to me?" he asked softly, hurt, but mostly concerned.

"iーi didn't know how," you whispered. "i just… i feel weird. and i don't even have my period yet."

"riki… i don't know if i'm just being paranoid or if something's actually happening." you sniffled, his arms tightened protectively around you.

"it's possible," you continued. "i mean… with how much we've been—y'know…"

"with how much i came inside you every chance i get?" he finished the words for you, smiling gently as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

you looked away, blushing at his words. "don't say it like that… i wanted it too."

"i know, but it's still on me," he said softly. "i'm sorry, baby." ni-ki cupped your face and kissed you sweetly, brushing his thumb along your cheek... he loves you too much.

"i told you," he murmured. "no matter what happens—whatever you want—i'm going to take care of you... promise."

he then tilted your chin up until your teary eyes met his. "you're not alone, y/n."

"you're so pretty," ni-ki pulled you in his chest, letting you rest while his hand stroked your back gently. "you know what i'm thinking about sometimes?" he asked, burying his face in your hair. "coming home to you. you, wrapping your arms around me…"

"or letting me bend you over the counter, fucking you on the couch... having our mess all over the place."

"what?!" you laughed through a teary smile, feeling warm for the first time in days.

he chuckled too, "yeah. i want to see you walking around naked," he murmured, lips grazing your skin...

"you can be swollen, round with my baby."

you looked up at him and gave his arm a light slap, but your glare didn't last when he pouted, silently asking for a kiss.

you couldn't help it. you just chuckled and leaned in after watching your boyfriend turn to a man then back to being a cute ridiculous boyfriend again.

a/n: this is crazy T-T prayers for reader plzzz + posted this along with enhypen as your "stressed" boss check it out too (^_^) also made this listening to sweet love by chris brown.

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[corameiwrites]

𖦹 i want somebody to want 𖦹

pair: jason todd x gn!reader

plot: When you turn 21, the name of your soulmate appears on your forearm. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and Jason Todd never thought he would have one. 

wc: 2k

authors note: I remember reading in a fic somewhere about the Wayne Scholarship, and I forgot who/where I read it exactly, so credit to them whoever they are. Also, some characters may seem a little ooc and tbh I don't really care. I had fun writing this which is all that matters, and I hope you have fun reading it!

pt. 2

The place Dick had dragged Jason to wasn’t all that bad, considering it was located in Blüdhaven. Unless it was near the University area, there was always something sinister and more corrupt happening under the alcohol, vomit, and blood-stained floors of Gotham bars. Normally no amount of bribery or guilting could make him voluntarily dress up and go out drinking with his older brother, but today was not normal. 

It was his twenty-first birthday. 

Meaning that by 11:59 tonight, if a name didn’t appear somewhere on one of his arms, he was destined to be alone. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and realistically, after all the shit he’s been through, Jason Todd never thought he would have one. Despite that, there was some sort of dread slowly filling his body the more he thought about it. Maybe it was that small flame of the little boy he used to be—before Robin and the Bat and the Joker—igniting at the chance of finally having one. It was the same boy who would trace his parents’ names on their wrist, asking them to tell him once more how they met, what they felt seeing the names appear on their skin. Unfortunately, that little boy would be let down yet again by the end of the night. 

His plans had originally been to stay in his main apartment (the one where he stored all his books and indulged in a comfy couch), buy a 6-pack of the cheapest beer and get drunk alone. That was ruined, however, when he received multiple annoying texts from Dick, begging to go out for drinks tonight, specifying multiple times that it would be on him. Jason told himself the only reason he agreed was for the free drinks and to keep himself from checking his forearm every five goddamn seconds (a night out with Richard Grayson was known to be entertaining and unpredictable).

If it was Dicks plan to get Jason blackout drunk, he was doing a pretty good job of it. After agreeing he would be the designated driver, Dick had laid back on the drinks and only taken 3 of the five rounds of shots they had already ordered. Jason was opening up bit by bit, reminiscing on their childhood together. By his fifth shot, smiling seemed to come easier to Jason. 

Currently, they were both watching the flatscreen hung behind the bar showing a news channel covering Batman and Robin putting an end to another bank robbery. 

Dick pointed at the screen. “Damian learned that move from me.” 

“No, I taught him that.” 

“I’m the one who taught you that move when you were younger, big dummy,” Dick teased. 

“Oh, I forgot.” Jason's tone lost its joking edge, and Dick looked over at him. “You know,” he continued almost somberly. “Ever since coming back, I seem to forget a lot of things.” 

His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as Batman jumped out a window in pursuit of the bad guy. Robin shouted after him.

“You’ve been through hell and back, Todd. Normal people wouldn’t have been able to handle it the way you did.” 

“No, you see, that's the thing.” Jason's voice was frustrated, his previous smiles gone. His brows furrowed the longer he ranted. “I’m not normal. I cycle through apartments and bunkers like crazy to help me lay low. I sleep in until 3 pm and I put a helmet on to chase down crazy guys with guns for hours at night. The public knows me as some traumatized kid who somehow survived a terrorist attack.” He pauses to take a gulp of beer, slamming the glass onto the bar, lifting his arm to wipe his mouth. Dick watched his jacket slip down his arm.

“Jason–”

“I don’t have a home, I don’t have a stable routine, I don’t even have life insurance!” Dick had somehow managed to get the former deceased and outlaw brother of his drunk and ranting about life. And the worst part? Nobody was ever going to believe him.

“Jason,” Dick puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, gripping him like a vice. His eyes never left his arm. “Your soulmate.”

Both of them are silent for a moment. Jason sighs, shaking his head. 

“Damn, you're good at this.Yeah, it's about the soulmate thing.”

“You fucking idiot,” Dick slaps him on the back of his head. “Look at your arm!” 

Dick watched as Jason stared him in the eyes, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what his brother was insinuating. When he finally looked down, it was comedic the way his eyes bulged at the fresh ink on his left arm. Dick tried his best to keep his excitement at bay, biting back his proud smile. His grumpy, tough, and borderline psychotic little brother had a soulmate. After a couple more seconds of silence, Jason cursed under his breath.

“I’m too sober for this,” Jason mumbled, chugging down the rest of his beer.  

Dick laughs, waving the bartender over and handing him a card to close their tab. Jason slams the empty cup down, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I have a soulmate.”

“Yeah man, congratulations!” Dick pats his brother on the back, but recoils at Jason turning abruptly and staring him dead in the eye. 

“I have a soulmate.”

“I…yeah, you do bud.”

“...I have a soulmate.” He repeats, annunciating each word, as if he can’t believe it. “I need to find them,” Jason says, standing and walking towards the exit of the bar. 

“Woah, Jason–” Dick hurriedly stands, apologetically yelling for the bartender and grabbing his card. Rushing outside, he sees Jason recklessly crossing the street to the parking lot. “Slow down!” 

Jason stands awkwardly next to Richard Grayson's blue convertible, clambering over the door and into the passenger seat. Dick watches from across the street, shaking his head with a smile, making his way to the car. He couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed with Jasons drunken behavior. 

Hopping in the driver's seat, Dick puts the keys into the ignition. “Alright loverboy, where are we going?”

“The mansion,” Jason struggles to get his seatbelt on (Dick intervenes). “The Batcave’s computer can find anyone.”

“Huh. That’s actually really smart considering you're drunk.” 

“I’m not. Just shut up and drive.”

Dick laughs, hitting the gas pedal and doing as he was told.

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Bruce was home early, having quickly left the bank robbers tied up as Gordons responsibility. Currently, he was sitting in the library going over a case file. Damian had already gone to bed when he had gotten an alert of a vehicle coming up the manor's driveway. He checked the security cameras in the garage and was shocked to see his eldest rushing to the passenger side of the car to stop his sluggish brother from falling out. At first, Bruce had thought that he was poisoned or impaired in some way. He called for Alfred, asking him to prepare the medical rooms to tend to Jason. A few short minutes later, he heard faint voices approaching. 

“I used to live here before I died, I know where I’m going.”

“Clearly not, we passed the entrance already.”

“The old man has a sensor on that door. We need to take the entrance in one of the bookshelves, they don’t notify him when someone enters.”  No one but Alfred was supposed to know that. 

“I doubt it’ll matter, he’s out fighting crime with—oh shit!” Bruce watched through his freakish peripheral vision as two figures hurriedly backed away from the doorway of the library. “Code Bat! Code Bat!” Dicks voice had dropped to a whisper, though not so quiet that Bruce couldn’t hear. 

“B’s here?” A head with a white streak of hair popped through the doorway before quickly vanishing. “Oh no.” 

“It’s only 11:45, what is he doing lounging around?”

Bruce chuckled quietly, now coming to the realization that they weren’t drugged or in danger; they were just drunk. Jason especially, which made sense. Quietly, he sent Alfred a message telling him to disregard the request. He feigned ignorance to their presence, going as far as flipping pages of the case file in his lap while they bickered, attempting to formulate a plan. Listening in to their not very secretive conversation, Bruce deduced that they had come to find Jason's soulmate on the Bat computer. It was his 21st afterall, and why else would he come drunkenly to the home he tried so hard to stay away from? Bruce found himself smiling for the boy. He had been through so much, and he deserved to have some good in his life. He only hoped that whoever they were, they took care of him in places where Bruce failed. 

Sighing exaggeratedly, he stood, stretched and slowly made his way to the doorway, listening as the two brothers hushed. He allowed himself one last second of respite before wiping the smile off his face and walking out into the dark hallway. Dick stood alone, leaning against the wall and whistling. He turned his head, seeing Bruce standing, observing him. 

“Oh, hey Bruce! I’ve been looking for you.” Dick pushed off the wall, going to stand next to his Father. “I thought I’d visit, wait for you to get home, but you’re here!”

“What do you need?” 

“Oh nothing much,” taking Bruce's arm, he began to drag him in the opposite direction, past the library. “I just got nostalgic, and wanted to take a trip down memory lane with my Pops.” 

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Like I said, I was feeling nostalgic!”

Dick rattled on, leading him down the dark halls, and Bruce noticed Jason slipping into the library. He smiled, turning his attention back to his eldest. He couldn’t find himself to be angry about his sons keeping secrets from him. If he felt anything about tonight's endeavor, it was disappointment. Bruce Wayne had taught his sons to be sneakier than they had been tonight. 

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Jason, in his drunken haste, had almost tripped down the short flight of steps leading to the massive computer. He couldn't really blame the alcohol though—it was his fault for looking down at his arm every couple seconds, as though the black ink would fade away before he ever found out who you were. Even if it did, he had already committed the name to memory.

He knew how many letters were in your name, the number of syllables in the different parts of it. Despite this, he hadn’t yet spoken it out loud. For the last 30 minutes of his life, every breath he took held a certain weight to it, and the beating of his heart had persisted to be about 120 beats per minute.

He blamed it on the alcohol, but logically he knew the reason.

 That little boy—the one he thought was dead and buried—was coming back to life, crawling his way out of the depths of Jason and settling into his gut. 

His hand shook as he typed the name, every click of the keyboard ringing dully in his skull. Inhaling deeply, Jason hesitated for only a moment before clicking enter. Your name popped up surprisingly quickly, specifically registered under the “Wayne Scholarship” file.

His hand moved by its own volition and the link was clicked, a government ID popping up on the display. 

Staring up at the photo of you in awe, his eyes flickered to the name and back to the photo, unbelieving that this was you. Your simple beauty was evident even through the low quality government ID.

He stared for a while, just taking in you. It was a little odd looking at the huge screen, knowing that you two were made for each other. The thought only made his heart speed up even more. 

Digging into your file, he finds that you’re 20 and won’t be turning 21 for another seven months. The knowledge that he knows and you don’t makes him nauseous.

Clenching the edge of the table, he remembers that the reason he found you so quick was due to the Wayne Scholarship. You moved to Gotham for your third year of college to attend Gotham University, with most of the tuition paid for as long as you agree to stay away from any and all crime. Suddenly, he had found another reason to be thankful that Bruce was filthy rich. Your current residence was an old apartment complex in the University area, which was for the most part, free of crime. The more information he got from Bruce Wayne's files, the more his stomach fluttered. 

That little boy was practically jumping up and down inside of him, chanting over and over again, “I knew it! I knew we would have a soulmate!”. As the information sunk in, he began to shake more violently, and he felt like his legs were barely holding his weight. In fear of throwing up or collapsing on the floor (or both), he fell backwards into Bruce's chair. A tear slid down Jason’s cheek, and then another, and another. 

For the first time in a long time, Jason Todd sobbed.

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Help Falstin's family survive and escape genocide in Gaza and win hand-made Palestinian thob!

What can you win?

A Palestinian thob made by Palestinian hands, tailored for you. Thobes are traditional dresses worn in Palestine and are embroidered with tatreez patterns of various colors (usually mainly red) on black cloth - you can see the example in the poster.

Who will you help?

24 people trapped in Gaza who desperately need funds for their survival and evacuation. Falastin's family already has a lot of martyrs and they were displaced more than 20 times leaving them with very little possessions. It has been extremely hard for them to meet their basic needs, and they need all the help they can get to purchase food, water and medicine (which are incredibly expensive as there is very little aid entering Gaza) as well as shelter, fuel and clothing as it's getting cold.

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We accept both PayPal and Gofundme donations: 50 USD for one PayPal entry; 500 SEK for one Gofundme entry (500 SEK is around 47 USD so it's a slight discount!)

Only donations done after the raffle start (October 19th, since making this post) will count for entries. Additionally, every three weeks starting from today, one winner will be chosen and all entries for that period will be reset. The winner will be given 48 hours to respond and if they do not then we will choose another one from that time period.

Dates for raffle resets:

1) 9th of November - first winner 2) 30th of November - second winner 3) 21st of December - third winner

The winner announcement will be done on those Saturdays at 15:00 (3 PM) GMT (that's 10 AM EST).

Right now we are a little over 12k USD (counting both PayPal and Gofundme) but most of it came in the last several weeks. So we aim to get another 12k USD/126k SEK (again both PayPal and Gofundme) by the end of the first raffle round.

You can enter as many times as you want and can stack entries over time (so one 2000 SEK donation will be 4 entries, or two donations 75 USD and 25 USD will count as 2 entries). Because there will be 3 rotations, if your donations fall short of the minimum donation in the first/second rounds, you can still qualify for the next until your total exceeds the entry cost. For example, if you donated 40 USD in the first rotation you will not enter the first raffle round but can still enter second one if you donate another 10 USD. Another example: if you donated 120 USD in the first time period you can donate another 30 in the next one for one entry. You can enter second or third time even if you won previously.

After you have made the donation(s) required for at least one entry you need to fill out the form: [link]. You will be asked to provide a proof of your donation, your email address (or discord handle) and (optionally) Tumblr/Instagram username. An email address or Discord is required for contact purposes, as there is a possibility that either me of Falastin could be restricted or suspended on Tumblr, but we will contact you on your preferred platform if we can.

One thob will roughly take 3 weeks to complete so please be patient - you will be contacted by your preferred method for any questions after you won and when the shipment starts.

Shipment is covered for Europe, but if you are living outside of that region you will need to cover the shipment cost yourself.

You also need to be comfortable with sharing following info with us privately if if you win the raffle:

address and name for the shipment;

your measures or general size (S, M, L, etc) for tailoring.

You can ask any questions me here on Tumblr or send an email to fadingevent608@proton.me.

Vetting info: #282 in El-Shab-Hussein and Nabulsi's spreadsheet [here], #957 in the Butterfly Project spreadsheet [here] Falastin's account: [link]

Donation links again:

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