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orgasming-caterpillar · 2 months

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F1 Drivers As Desi Boys

A.K.A. The F1 grid as Indian guys

Also, I will be writing an entire chatfic about this AU on ao3, so stay tuned ;)

Charles Leclerc — “Charlie”

I think he would be from Mumbai. But like, he lived in the very high-end part of it so it's very hard to know right off the bat.

I just KNOW he studied abroad, okay? Italy or Canada I think. Look at his face— you just know he's the kinda guy people see on the street and think “angrej”

Speaks Hindi with a subtle but insufferable white guy accent. He can't even help it, that's just how he speaks. He once called Max “bhenchod” with the most authentic, desi accent when he was mad and they have all beaches in that high ever since.

Dropped out of university in his last year and came back to India to handle his dad's business after his dad's death.

Fell in love with the hot employee and made him the manager. Everyone knows Carlos got the position by sleeping with the new young hot boss but they stay silent to avoid getting fired.

Now lives in the same complex in Mumbai as Carlos, Max, Lando and others. Lives with his mother, two brothers and a dog.

Leo is a recurring guest in every society event no matter what. Shanta aunty ki kitty party? He's invited. Children playing cricket below? He is the referee. Security guard's dad died? Arthi Leo hi utha raha hai.

Best friends with Pierre. went to the same school as him in his childhood.

Not friendly at ALL with Max.

Carlos Sainz— “Mirchi”

Marathi Mulga for sure

Maula Mere Maula king of guy

His ass should be in a TV serial

Was a regular office worker before he fucked down his boss and now he's the manager. And, well, a win is a win, right?

His parents were kind of homophobic before he became the manager. It's hilarious, actually.

He has such a good voice. If you catch him singing one of the old bollywood songs of Lata Mangeshkar or Muhammad Rafi, consider yourself blessed by the gods.

Knows how to cook since he lives alone

Literally the guy every aunty dreams of marrying their daughter to. Manager of his office. Cooks. Cleans. Respects his elders. Funny. Charming. Every time he and Charles go out at least one middle aged person has asked Carlos if he's married yet and frankly, as his boyfriend who's Right There, Charles is pretty offended.

Have y'all seen the pictures of him in those button up shirts and trousers? The eyes that make Rahat Fateh Ali Khan songs play in your ear every time you look into them? So desi husband material

Best friends with Lando, basically brothers with his they are with each other

Like any best friend, he does NOT like Lando's boyfriend

Max Verstappen— “JATT DON'T CARE 💪🔥💯”

From Haryana

The M in Max stands for Mharo Balam Thanedar Chalawe Gypsy— jkjk

Some say he's aggressive, hot headed, quick tempered; some say he's just Haryanvi.

Is in a psychosexual homoerotic rivalry with Charles and is in denial because of his internalised homophobia.

His dad and Charles’ dad were business partners and now they're always wanting to one up another in the family businesses.

Talking about his father— his dad is very rich and also a typical Haryanvi dad. Bapu sehat ke liye haanikarak type shit.

His father made him do kushti when he was younger and Charles still teases him about it

Will randomly infodump about his father whenever the opportunity presents itself

Married

With how he usually is and what his childhood was like, you'd think he'd be a horrible father but you're WRONG

Everyone loves his daughter Prithvi, or P, for short.

They love spoiling her. Every year on her birthday she gets so many gifts it takes her two days just to open them.

Funnily enough, she once “betrayed” him by saying her favourite was Charlie Uncle.

I just think it would be so funny if he drove a Toyota Fortuner.

Lando Norris— “Lassan 🧄”

From Bangalore

Youtuber. Makes videos for every one of his channels religiously. Has a channel for gaming, another for vlogs, another for shorts and somehow manages them all while uploading reels and posting on Instagram???

He's a university student but nobody knows it because he's always posting videos so they just think he's a full time youtuber

“Shares a room” with Oscar, who is his boyfriend, by the way. You'd never guess. (that is a fucking lie. If you watch even one of his livestreams you'd know that they have explored each other's bodies. He's always “dekho guys Oscar aa gaya 😄😄😄” bro you're not fooling anyone)

Has his own merchandise. His designs are always so cool that they sell out before they're properly out.

Will probably make his own content team when he graduates

He once slipped on the desi toilet while travelling and Carlos made a reel about it. It is one of his most famous reels and Lando will absolutely ignore you if you talk about it.

Kinda fuckboyish???? Like he gives off the vibes of the kinda boy that only texts you past midnight and says shit like “what are you wearing? ;)” Like thank god he has a boyfriend or he would single handedly destroy the faith in love of every girl in a 5 kilometre radius

Oscar Piastri— “gora pakora”

From Goa

Frequently shows up on Lando's videos and livestreams

Studying engineering and living with Lando, basically taking care of him because of course he is

Regular victim of Lando's youtube shenanigans. Gets pranked one too many times every other day.

Has this kind of dead stare where he's just 😐 until Lando comes and annoys (see: kisses or pranks) him

Gets asked “bhai tu kabhi kuch bolta kyu nahi hai” so frequently he should just write “pata nahi yaar” on his face.

Has strong beef with Carlos. Do not talk about that man in front of him. Now this is really inconvenient because Carlos is Lando's bEsT FrIeNd iN tHe WoRlD

There beef started when Lando cried because he missed Oscar and Carlos showed up to Oscar's parents house asking him to square the fuck up. His parents —poor them they don't even know their son is gay— were left to wonder why their son was on a video call with his roommate OUTSIDE in the middle of winter vacation while a strange man cussed him the fuck out.

Lando can and will and DOES make him do silly dance trends with him on Instagram reels

Best friend is Logan, who studies engineering with him. You don't know how much you can depend on someone else until you're an IISER student and they're the only good friend you have.

Daniel Ricciardo— “Paaji”

From Chandigarh

Y'all remember Sodhi from Tarak Mehta Ka Ulta Chashma? Yeah. Him.

No one knows how he's able to control Max. Literally his best friend. Max will always have a resting bitch face but when Danny paaji is there he's all “😆😆😂😂🤣🤣” like bro 😐

I just know he would randomly say “oye balle balle balle balle balle” for no reason other than to annoy people. I just know it.

Actually works very hard and always helps people, but he's such a troll that people just think he's some unemployed youtuber with a prank channel

Absolute party animal. Do not ever in front of him mention that you're free that night.

George Russell— “nazuk kali”

From Delhi

Graphic designer. Edits Lando's videos for nim. Studies computer science.

Shared a room with Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant. Their relationship status is very complex. I'm not saying that they're a throuple, I'm not saying that they're friends. What I'm saying is that they're so dependent on each other I don't think they could function alone anymore. These three idiots make a full functional human being together. George cleans the house, Alex does the cooking and Logan does the laundry and the dishes. They manage, thanks.

George Russell is the type of guy to say “ghar pe maa behen nahi hai kya?” When he sees a girl getting catcalled.

George Russell is the type of guy to say “aapko kahin lagi to nahin?” When he bumps into someone.

George Russell is the type of guy to cover his mouth and say “uff” when he eats something spicy on accident.

On that note, George absolutely cannot handle his spice. Never bit into a raw green chilli willingly in his entire life.

You just know he eats the meethi pani puri with the red chutney and all.

Thinks momos are better than pani puri (he's wrong).

Closes his eyes and covers his ears when a condom ad or a spicy movie scene comes on the TV

Very pale because he rarely leaves his room (which— he's a computer science major, come on)

Lewis Hamilton— “dac saab”

From Kozhikode (Kerala)

Fashion influencer, gets brand deals all the time. Always promoting this brand or that.

Also actually a veterinary doctor with his own dog clinic.

Has a youtube channel where heostly makes affordable fashion tips etc but also posts the dogs at his clinic from time to time.

Spent a lot of years in South Delhi where he fell in love with a guy when he was a teenager but when he eventually moved back to Kozhikode they fell out of contact. Now he’s moved to Mumbai as he opened up a new clinic there and doesn't even know that he actually lives in the same goddamn building as the guy he fell in love with 20 years ago back in South Delhi.

I think y'all can already guess who the guy was, but if you can't (shame on you) it's Nico Rosberg.

Had a wife but she cheated so they divorced or something idk how do you justify a 40 year old guy being unmarried in India?

Loves his dogs more than anything, if there's a dog at his clinic that he can't save he will be sad for days.

Speaks Hindi in a voice that's like three octaves lower than his usual voice. Thinks he sounds bad but he sounds so damn hot.

Nico Rosberg— “thi ek.”

From South Delhi

News anchor for sure. Has a sadness in his eyes that makes you wonder if he ever got over the heartbreak he had at 19 (he did not)

Most people think his hair is dyed (it is not) because he's a chapri (he might be)

Legends say that the only time he has been seen with a smile on his face on TV was when he was talking about his childhood best friend.

The reason he doesn't anchor for any of the big or daresay political news channels is because they don't like how he compares international disputes to the fight he had with his best friend when he was 19.

Regularly travels to other metropolitan cities for news coverings (mainly sports) but lives in Mumbai for majority of the time.

In fact, lives in the same building as Lewis. The fact that they haven't run into each other in the elevator yet is a miracle (or a curse).

Will talk about love and heartbreak to anyone who would listen. You know those boys who say “thi ek” whenever someone tries to talk to them about love? Yeah that's him.

Married and has two daughters that he loves very much.

No pets because they remind him too much of Lewis.

Sebastian Vettel— “Chacha”

From Delhi

Lives in Mumbai with his wife.

Best friends with Lewis, knows everything about him and Nico.

Kind of a father figure to Charles.

The beloved colony uncle that always has the wildest stories ever. Catch him at the tea stall and just get him talking— you will be a changed man when he is done.

“Aur phir uska accident ho gaya aur usne apna haath kho diya, to uski manghetar ki family ne unse rishta tudwa liya. Jiske baad uski manghetar ki sagai mujhse hui aur phir hamari shaadi hui or shayad aaj bhi wo akela hi ek haath se apna hila raha hai bechara”

“...”

You would think considering how sweet he is, he was always this sweet but NO, this man was a MENACE.

Everyone who knew him before he got married wants him dead even now after all the years.

Fernando Alonso— "Kaka"

From Jaipur

The exact opposite of Sebastian.

The old man you see on the side of the road with paan in his mouth and a gaali on his lips

Also tells you stories from his youth and they're just as interesting but he's so arrogant about it that you're no longer interested in listening five minutes in no matter how interesting the story is

The kind of old man who sees children playing in the streets and starts acting like an overly invested referee for no reason.

Goes to the park in the morning at the same time as Sebastian but unlike him, Fernando does not let the joy and whimsy of life have any effect on him making you wonder why he's there at all

Lance Stroll— “vegan wali diet almond wala ghee 😌💅”

From South Bombay

Ameer baap ki bigri aulad

“What do you mean I can't buy the whole store?”

Y'all remember that “Mawn, terew paaw ki jewtie maawwww” girl??? Yeah

Sonam Kapoor is jealous of how much better he is at being a nepo baby

Logan Sargeant— “ye bhi thik hai”

Lives with George and Alex

From Goa

Thank god he does because he would not be surviving otherwise

Might have feelings for his roommates but all he knows how to do is wash the dishes and the clothes and he doesn't wanna die of hunger so he's silent.

Except maybe in front of Oscar but that's his best friendddd

Studying computer science too

Alex Albon— “dhokla4lifer”

From Gujarat

I might be projecting a bit but as someone who fucking LOVES dhokla, I don't see any reason as to why Alex should not.

Cooks for his two roommates, and always cooks so good.

Dhokla on Sundays and a tiffin box full of thepla and aam ka aachar whenever one of them is travelling home

Studying history and geography

Yuki Tsunoda— “momo wale bhaiya”

From Dehradun

Do not call him momo wale bhaiya. He can and will kill you.

Actually does love cooking

Has his own restaurant near the university campus

Pierre Gasly— “tantar mantar”

From West Bengal

Tired of everyone's “kaala jaadu” jokes.

Charles’ best friend and confidante.

Gossip girls. They have all the tea on everyone in the uni.

“Bokachoda”

Does sports.

Final year law student

Esteban Ocon— “Pierre's ex (he is NOT)”

From Odisha

Has beef with Pierre.

Will argue about anything from the origin of roshogulla to the state's contribution in the fight for freedom of the country.

Also final year law student

Extras—

Sergio Perez from Bihar

K Mag from Kashmir (haha get it? Because he's a track terroris—)

Nico Hulkenburg from Kashmir too

Valtteri Bottas from The Andaman Nicobar islands or something idk he shows so much ass it's unreal

Zhou Guanyu from Meghalaya

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vioranhyperfixation · 6 months

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Damian : #011, it has come to my attention that you are unproductive at the leisure time you are excuse with during the time when I'm unavailable. And that's just improper.

#011 : um.. Then what I'm supposed to do? There's nothing here.

Damian : i have realized that too so I decided to brought upon you this

#011 : ???

Damian : this is doll's, a toy with a shell that have similarity to human that most use to play pretend.

Damian : that would also be the case for you. You shall use this doll's to help develop your productivity and creativity.

#011 : ahhh..

Damian : would you like to play it with me?

#011 : yeah!

Damian : then shall we make a series of stories with those doll? Let me start it, this girl is a star, her name is Khalila. She is a bright star, it just that she has a problem, she has not yet granted a human wish like all other star has done. So she was hoping to find someone to grant wish to, upon that thought she caught a brown girl looking hopefull at the sky and she thought, maybe this would be the day!

#011 :

Damian :

#011 :

#011 : uhhhh,, should I continue it?

Damian : yeah, just said anything you want

011 : "star, if you can hear me, please listen to my plea. My brothen had betrayed me and I'm left with the rubble of my home..

Damian : *nod and nudge him to continue

#011 : "I use to think that they would always stand besides me, I don't know they feel that that they are behind me! I- I just want the best for all of us!

Sometimes in the future at the wayne manor

Bruce : Rafi, is there anything you want to do on the weekend?

Rafi : yeah, I'm going to continue the ten wish

Bruce : is that a show you watch?

Tim : what it is about? I don't think I ever heard of that.

Rafi : of course you don't, because ten wish is not a show. It's my doll's lore on the 34th universe

Bruce : sorry?

Tim : well, that's interesting

Rafi : it is, currently my main character. River, is undergoing a survival competition to secure a position on the Catalyst. But because she is well known on her talent of fighting and intelligence she need to use other way to compete, and that's is by registering herself as a professional mourner

Bruce : what?

Rafi : you know, It is a tradition in South East Asia that a loud funeral will assist the dead as they travel to the afterlife, so professional mourners are hired to cry and weep loudly throughout the service. And she register herself as that. I mean, most of her loved one are dead, so she's pretty good at it. Crying and weeping that is.

Bruce : I don't think that's a good way to deal with having your loved one died.

Rafi : I don't want to hear that from someone going feral when his son died.

Bruce :

Tim :

Tim : yeah, I won't lie. It is pretty bad bruce

Rafi : anyway, it has been going pretty well on river part. On the other hand, things are going pretty badly on Khalila part. Jupiter and Neptunus heve yet to come back after the moon revolution.

Tim : wait- wait- you mean evolution?

Rafi : no, revolution.

Tim : okay- I think we skip a big part here.

Rafi : yeah, obviously. This is part 57, you skip 56 part, you're missing on a lot.

Tim : can't we, start from part one?

Rafi : god no, it's a lot. If we put it into book it can lead from 7 to 9 book! If you want to know about what you're missing at you can ask Jason, he listen from the start since we are at LoA. If you don't feel like asking then just skip it, you will understand later anyway.

Jason *who's putting a criminal body to a trash can : hatchuu-

Roy : bless you man

Jason : is someone talking about me? God I hope it's not Bruce.

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humanitysstrongestsoldier1 · 8 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ��𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. | 𝐺. 𝑆𝑈𝐺𝑈𝑅𝑈 x Reader

TW: cursing, explicit sexual content, death

AO3 LINK!!!

Summary:

अभी ना जाओ छोड़कर कर दिल अभी भरा नहीं (Abhee na jao chhodakar kar dil abhee bhara nahin): "Don't leave now, your heart is not full yet." - Asha Bhosle and Mohammed Rafi, Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar, RRKPK Ver.

Regret.

It's a powerful thing that can tear a human down.

My regret? I was not able to save my best friend, my love, from the darkness that threatened to consume him.

He came to me in the night, claiming the very thing he had a grasp on since the moment I met him.

I just wish I could have stopped him then and there before he left me for good.

I wish I could have told him that there was no need to build a new world when he himself was my world, my home.

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Notes:

Yokoso, watashi no Tumblr society...

i literally forgot this existed until i opened my google drive lmfaoo

yeh i had to use that song lol

translations will be in parentheses

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“(Name)! You have to eat this cake; it's literally so good!” Gojo shouts from across the room, a beaming smile on his face.

“I will! Later, I promise.” I yelled back, and I got a happier smile from him again.

Satoru and Shoko had planned a little farewell party for me because of the fact that I was going to continue my studies in England. Nanami was also here, but like me, he chose to sit in silence, lightly sipping from the champagne in his glass. Other people that I knew from college and Jujutsu High were present as well. Even though my home was bright and lively, something was missing. Or, in this case, someone.

Suguru Geto. The calm to my storm.

I had the fattest crush on him in high school, and I'm sure he knew. That's why he flirted and teased me a lot. But beyond that, he was always there to listen to my little nerdy talks. Or even my rage talks. He would just sit there with a gentle smile on his face, ready to digest some random information about astrophysics. Hell, he would even ask questions afterwards. He was the peace in my chaos. Until he became chaos itself. The news of his massacre and defection did not shock me as much as I hoped it would. After Riko and Yu's deaths, he was slowly falling into a pit of darkness. With Satoru out on solo missions and me being busy with college applications and entrance studying, we weren't there to give him a hand to pull him out of that abyss. To this day, that is still Satoru and my greatest regret.

I thought our bond was unbreakable; he himself told me so.

One night, I was woken up from a nightmare at Satoru’s house during a sleepover. In that god-horrid vision, Satoru and Suguru had left me dead. I still remember the words Suguru said in the dream: “Leave her; she's no good for us.”

It was really hard for me to sleep after that, so I headed to the kitchen and found Suguru drinking a glass of water. I explained to him what happened, and he held me, his arms around my body and legs tangled for the entire night. He helped me sleep and promised that he would never leave me. Now that “promise” turned out to be futile. That unbreakable bond that tethered our souls was split, yearning to be joined again.

“You're thinking about him, aren't you?” Nanami said, lightly tapping my knee with his, gaining my attention.

I looked at him with blank eyes and said, “I don’t know what you're talking about, Kento.”

“It's okay to miss him; we all know how close you two were.”

“Leave it. Don't speak of him.”

He hums, acknowledging my privacy on the matter, before whispering with a gentle voice, “Even though you are miles away after today, know that I'm here for you. Because I know how much of a hassle it is to talk to Gojo, please never hesitate to speak to me if it's a serious matter.”

A small smile came upon my face, and I gently bumped into his shoulder with mine, an act of gratitude. “Thank you, Kento.”

“(Name)! Nanamin! Get the hell over here! We're starting cards against humanity!”

The two of us headed over to Satoru’s excited ass, who was reading the manual. That night was going to be my last night with them. 5 years is a long time without my closest friends, so I would cherish this night without any regrets.

—

“But (Name), I don't want to leave you. Even though I'm going to see you in the morninggg!” A drunk Satoru whines, hugging me so tight that it felt as if my lungs were going to pop.

“Sa-To-Ru.” I said, struggling to put his name together with the lack of air. I slowly pushed him to the threshold of the front door, trying to get him out. Unfortunately, his 6’3 ass would not budge.

“I got him (Name), don't stress.” Shoko says this from outside. She grabs the back of his shirt, pulls him the fuck out of my house, and waves good-bye.

Laughing lightly, I close the front door and head to my room for a quick shower. As I entered my room, the aura of it felt off. It was as if something that wasn't supposed to be there was present. Ignoring the feeling, I headed over to the closet to pick out some clothes, but before I could, a large hand grabbed me by my waist and pulled me flush against their chest. I realised it was a very tall man, around the same height as Gojo; it would be hard to escape. I thought of screaming, but it was as if he read my mind and put his other hand over my mouth. The arm around my waist forced me to turn around, and I was met with the very eyes I fell in love with.

Suguru Geto.

His hand fell from my face, and he took two steps back, allowing me to truly see him after so long.

“What are you doing here, Suguru?”

“Can’t I see my girl before she leaves?” He says this, smirking and tilting his head.

“I’m not your girl. I could have been, but you lost that right after you committed mass murder and betrayed your friends.”

“It was necessary. For the world I'm trying to make for you and for us, it damn well must be necessary.”

“Tsk, get yourself and your twisted philosophies out of my house.” I gritted my teeth at his response.

“Please, you are going to be gone for a long time. Let me hold you as I once did.”

“Out of kindness and the love I held for you, I won't tell Satoru or Yaga about this little visit. It's best if you leave; I would like my last night here to be in peace.”

“Held? The love you ‘held’ for me? Darling, I think you mean ‘hold’ for me,” he grins.

“I don't love you, Suguru, not when you left me, craving your touch.”

“Is that so? Then surely your heart's rapid pace and the blush on your cheeks are just my imagination, right?”

I take a step forward, raising a finger at him. “Listen here, you bastar-”

I was interrupted by his arm pulling me from my waist into his chest. I gazed into his dark eyes, and somewhere in there I found desperation.

“You're mine, (Name). You always have been. No matter where you are—two miles or even countries away—you are mine. I’m here to claim what is left of you, the part that I always held a right to.”

I shuddered against him, my fist curling around his white button-up shirt. “And what's that?”

“Your heart.”

In a flash, his lips were upon mine. Cold but dominating enough to envelop my warmth with his. He took the entirety of me in, his tongue clashing with mine. Small moans drifted from my voice, disobeying my heart's call. As much as I tried to push myself away, subconsciously, this was where I was meant to be.

My swollen lips finally pulled away. “Sugu, please.”

“Let me have you tonight, please. Let me revel in your touch; our bodies as one.”

“I can't, Sugu. I would be betraying my righteousness.”

“Virtuousness is fleeting. Love is eternal. We are eternal. Please (Name), let me show you the pleasures of this world. Let me make you mine, so no one in this world can ever lay a hand on you.”

If my friends could read my mind at this time, they would label me a selfish sociopath. But tonight was my last night, and if I come back five years later and he's not here, then saying no would be a mistake. Plus, high school me would be begging to say yes.

“Fuck it.” I whisper, quickly pulling him by the collars of his shirt and smashing my lips on his.

His hand made it to my ponytail and took off the band, making my hair cascade down my backless dress. His hands tangled in my tresses, pulling my hair back and breaking the kiss. His wet lips sucked on my neck, leaving dark bruises that would take weeks to disappear. As he continued his ministrations I made my way to his button-up, opening and taking off his shirt. Gliding my hands over his pecs, I could feel his intense heartbeat, saying one thing: my name.

“Hold on to me.” He whispers against my skin, grabbing my hips and wrapping my legs around his waist. He made his way over to my bed and gently placed me on it, hovering over me. He gazed into my watery eyes.

“If I had just told you that I loved you earlier, maybe, just maybe I-”

“Sugu, right now, it's just us. Don't focus on what could have been; focus on what can be.”

He blinked his thoughts away and dragged the chain of my dress down, my bare form meeting his eyes. The dress was thrown to the side of the room by him, while his eyes never left my body. His lips went towards the middle of my breasts, to where my heart was.

“Mine.” He whispered against my skin, feeling my heart. He continued kissing down my stomach, leaving hickeys behind. His hands curled around the band of my underwear and pulled them down.

"Suguru, please be gen- oh my god." I was cut off by the feeling of his wet lips sucking on my clit.

I took off the rubber band holding half his hair up and ran my hands through his black locks. His lips unlatched, and his tongue replaced the actions. Small whimpers released from my throat, and I yanked his hair by mistake, causing him to groan and sending the vibrations through my lower body.

“Fuck Sugu, just like that baby.”

He didn’t stop; he didn't even go faster; he was making me writhe under him because he knew that he couldn't stay for long, so his first priority was to embed memories of this night in the best way possible. Slowly and agonisingly, he licked a stripe up my slit and came up to look me in the eyes.

Tears fell from my face, and I was blushing profusely. “You look so pretty, like this baby. You wanna tell me what you want?

I bashfully turned my head to the side, and he chuckled at my antics. Suguru hooked a finger under my chin and ushered me to gaze into his eyes.

“Don’t be shy now; I want to hear you say it.” He whispers. His beautiful lips curled into a smirk.

I blink away my tears, and with a shaky voice, I say, “I need you in me, Sugu.”

“That's it, my love.” His lips meet their way back to mine, and I moan into his mouth, feeling his tongue toying with mine. His hands make quick work of removing his pants and underwear, leaving us both bare in the dark room.

Breaking the kiss, I move my hand down to his seeping cock and smirk while looking into his wide eyes. “My turn."

I slowly move my hand down his shaft, feeling his slick moisten my hand. My thumb grazes his tip, which is leaking precum and he whines into my neck.

“ Fuck , (Name) please, I need-”

“Go on,” I interrupt, smiling at him.

Suguru gives me a quick peck on my lips and aligns his cock to my sopping cunt. His tip moved up and down my slit, gathering the spit and cum to make his way into me. He slowly thrust into me, letting me adjust to his girth. My nails clawed at his toned back, and I moaned at the filling feeling. He hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed them flush against my chest. His cock went even deeper, reaching places that made me see stars. He started moving faster, his balls slapping against my ass, and the squelch of my cunt echoed throughout the silent room. Suguru’s quiet whines and my moans created a harmonic melody that was pushing me to bliss.

“Y-you hear that, baby? F-f-fuuckkk! You take me so well, gods .” He says this as his lips kiss all over my neck.

“Sugs, I can’t- hold- oooh fuck baby pleaseee. ” I couldn't form words as he went even deeper, stretching me out completely. My back arched off the mattress, and he growled at my cunt clenching around his cock. His thrusts became more erratic, and he was reaching his end, as was I.

“Fuckk (Name), cum with me, please; I need to fill you up.” He groans into the crook of my neck.

My pussy clenched at his words, and he took note of that: "Oh, you like that? Wanna be stuffed full of my cum?”

I meekly nodded, unaware of the consequences that may show up later.

"Oh, sweetheart, imma pump you so full of my kids, gonna see you get all swollen and cute, yeah?”

"Ahh, Suguru, fuck, I cant-” I moan, unable to construct sentences.

His body curved and pushed further, and his hips pressed hard against me, shooting his load inside my gummy walls. The sensation of his cock and the warmth of his cum just added to my orgasm, and I came hard around his cock.

Suguru slowly pulled out, and I whined at the empty feeling: “I’m not going anywhere, sweets; I just gotta get you cleaned up.” He whispers against the skin of my forehead, placing a kiss on it.

I hum lightly and smile into his warmth. Fatigue was slowly crawling over me, and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

In a minute, he quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, wiping my thigh and sensitive folds. He walked over to the hamper and discarded the towel into the laundry.

“Suguru?” I said, reaching out to him. “Don’t leave me like this.”

He gently smiles, walking over to my bed and crawling under the covers. His arms pulled me closer to his warm body, and he wrapped the huge blanket over our bodies.

I tucked myself under his chin, and he kissed my head before whispering, “I would never.”

“I love you, Suguru.”

“I love you too, (Name).”

That night was the most peaceful rest I had in a long while. The gentle beating of Suguru’s heart and the warmth from his body lulled me into tender sleep, where the stars watched over our resting forms.

(In the Morning, at Airport)

“(Name) don’t go, pleasee.” Satoru says, tightly hugging my body, which was very sore from last night.

Suguru had stayed for breakfast and headed out when he saw Gojo and Shoko’s cars. He left with a kiss that I would remember for lifetimes.

Gojo and Shoko helped me pack all of my clothes and drove me to the airport. Throughout the entire car ride, Satoru was whining about me leaving. It was cute, to be honest. Satoru is my best friend, and I would miss him so much, so I just held his hand, calming him down.

“Satoru, we talked about this in the car. I'm coming back! And I promise to call you when I’m free!” I say this while pushing him off of me.

“It’s not enough! Who is gonna make me rasmalai when you are gone?" He proclaims, grabbing hold of my shoulders. Satoru loved my native cooking; Indian food was his new obsession, and the sweets? God. He was obsessed with Rasmalai and Gajar ka Halwa. And he only used to like it when they were made by my hands.

“Bro, the ones from the store are not as good as yours.”

“I’ll facetime you and teach you to make it, okay?” I sigh, caressing his face and smiling.

I move over to Shoko, who grins brightly when I hug her.

“I’m gonna miss you girly.” She says, pushing my glasses (Gojo’s gifted sunglasses) up my nose playfully.

“Me too, Shoko.” I whisper, kissing her cheek and pulling her in for one last hug.

The overhead speaker buzzed, and the announcer declared, “Flight GS831 is boarding; passengers, please head to the gate.”

I sigh and look at both of my friends for one last time. “I love you guys.”

At the same time, Satoru and Shoko both said, “We love you too.”

I smiled as tears welled up in my eyes and turned around, dragging my suitcase behind me and carrying my backpack.

In these 5 years, I will make a name for myself in England and when I come back, I will convince Suguru to start anew with me. To a new future.

And when I set my mind to something, I was hellbent on getting it fulfilled.

(Year 4 of Study, Oxford, England)

I was heading home after a long day of researching Kerr black holes at the astronomy observatory, and my neck was absolutely killing me. These past three days have been hell on earth. With finals coming and my thesis paper coming to a conclusion, life hasn’t been exactly easy.

I have been getting calls from Satoru, which really helps bring a laugh to my serious lifestyle. Shoko calls every now and then; she has been interested in the process of getting a biology degree to help with her role at Jujutsu Tech. Kento also calls every now and then. He goes on about Gojo’s annoying ass and how he misses my scolding towards him. He kept his promise of being there for me when I needed it and truly helped me ground myself on the most stressful days. and, of course, Suguru. He doesn't call as often as Satoru, but when he does, we go on for hours. He loves listening to my research and the things I find. It reminds both of us of our high school days, when we used to stargaze.

He had called me a couple of days ago, sounding more serious about his “new world.” I didn't say much about it because I knew that he wouldn't listen. But for some reason, the days after that call, were full of unspoken caution–or fear…

I opened the door to my apartment and headed to my study, dropping my backpack off before heading to my room for a hot shower. The winters in Oxford had their bite, and today was no exception. The feeling of the hot water on my body calmed my stressed muscles, and the tension in my head dimmed down. Stepping out, I did my skincare and moisturised my body thoroughly, especially in this winter. I headed to my bed and plopped down on it before opening my drawer and getting my iPad out to read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. I was deep into the book until I felt the buzzing of my phone underneath the blanket. Checking the caller, it was Satoru. He always face-timed, so I was confused as to why it was a normal call.

A feeling of foreign dread washed over me for no reason at all. I didn't even know why he was calling, but I knew it had to be something bad.

Hesitantly, I swiped over the button and picked up the call.

“Hello? Satoru?” I asked quietly.

I heard a sharp breath being taken by him. “Hey sweetcakes. Are you doing alright today?”

Satoru’s voice sounded so tired. It lacked his charm, and he was unusually calm.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine, you?” I ask.

“I want to say that I'm doing okay, but I'm really not.” He says, his voice breaking.

“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”

“It’s Suguru.”

There it was—that dreaded news.

“Wh-what about him, love?”

“H-he.” Satoru took a deep breath before continuing. “He tried taking one of my new students. It ended badly (Name).”

“How bad?” I ask.

“He’s gone (Name). I had to kill him…”

A chill passed over my body, and I froze in shock. My brain shut down, and I couldn't hear Satoru’s voice. His words floated around me, and I couldn't move. Not even a limb. My jaw clenched, and my tears blurred my eyes. A sob left my trembling lips, and Satoru stopped talking. Fat, warm tears dropped down my cheek and onto the screen of my iPad.

“(Name)? Hey.” Satoru said, sounding more concerned. “I'm here, okay, I'm here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook off my tears, and I focused on telling Satoru the truth.

“I-I’m okay, ‘Toru. I need to tell you something.”

“Take all the time you need.” He says, assuringly.

I sighed, wiping my tears, and sat up straight to tell him about the night before my flight.

“That night. After the party, he was there.”

"What?" He was taken aback.

“I tried to tell him to go away, but he wouldn't listen. I ended up having sex with him that night. He left the next morning before you two came. He has been calling me for some years, but rarely. I’m so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. ‘Toru, I really am."

There was some silence on the other side.

“Satoru, please. I’m so sorry, I can't explain-" My voice cracked as tears started building up again.

"(Name), I'm not mad. How could I be with my favourite girl? I trust you. I always will. No matter what, okay?” He declares, calming my racing heart down.

I sigh, the pressure dissipating from my body.

“Toru?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you big man child,” I laugh, trying to distract myself from the pain of his death.

Satoru chuckles, understanding my way of distracting myself. “I love you too, sweetcakes.”

I giggle lightly and look towards the window, where a full moon looks at me.

“Hey, tell me about that time travel thing you texted me about.” He questioned.

I get up off the bed and walk over to my window, opening it to let the cold breeze in to cool off my body. I sat down on the long chair in front of it and put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the sill.

“What do you want to know about it?"

“Everything. Tell me everything," Satoru remarks.

“Tu pagal hai.” (You’re crazy) . I laugh, knowing he won't understand what I say. “How are you going to possibly..."

“Hey! Main pagal nahi hoon!” He says, shocking me with his Hindi. (I’m not crazy!)

“...Gojo Satoru… How the hell do you speak Hindi…?”

“I've been learning since you left; I even have a tutor online.”

“Holy shit…what's your CEFR level?"

“A2!” He bragged. “I’m trying to become fluent so we can gossip. I even learned some curse words hehe~.”

“Gojo Satoru. You never fail to surprise me. Although you do have an accent, I’m honestly really proud. But you still have 3 more Indian languages to learn and 5 more other ones before you can brag about how many you speak. And darling, Hindi ain't even my mother tongue.”

He gasps, “I know, but Guju is so hard, I would have started with your mother tongue but shit, it's deadly! I can’t read or write Hindi that well either. I still can’t believe how you speak nine languages! At least I'm trying you chudail (witch) !”

“CHUDAIL? ABE KAMINE, TERI AUKAD ME REH!” I yell, stunned by his words. (Witch? Hey you bastard, stay within your limits!)

Satoru makes his little devil laugh and continues teasing me. That night was calmer with him.

If he hadn't stayed and talked, I would have been destroyed by the news of my beloved’s death.

But I knew that when I returned home, I would have to come to his resting place. I knew that I would have to say goodbye. But it didn't mean that I would have to do it alone.

(Post PhD. Back Home, at Suguru Geto’s grave)

Satoru and I stood in front of Suguru’s grave, holding each other close. I had made it home and ended up staying at his condo because I dropped the lease on my apartment. We both needed each other, so we thought it was a smart decision to stay close.

I looked at the name on his stone and the epitaph below it. It read, “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” Latin for: “The stars incline us; they do not bind us.” I remember when I told him that. It was the first time we went meteor gazing for the Perseids shower. He liked that quote so much that he had it tattooed on his collarbone.

The warmth in my ears increased, and tears fell from my eyes. Satoru took note of this and pulled me closer to him by my waist.

Satoru kissed my temple and murmured into my ear, “I’ll be in the car. Take as much time as you need.”

I nodded stiffly, and he walked away, leaving me alone with Suguru.

All the memories of him and me came flashing before my eyes, and I fell to my knees, clutching my heart that belonged to him. The heart that he claimed.

“Suguru." I whispered to him, the wind carrying his name.

“How could you leave me like this?”

End Notes:

ehehe ehehehe~

i just love the idea of gojo's dumbass speaking hindi, i bet he learned all the curse words and says them to random ppl 💀

okay bye madarchods, love you guys 🤍🩵

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #geto suguru #gojo satoru #geto x reader #indian oc/reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x you #suguru geto smut #geto suguru x reader

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slvtrlv · 1 year

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hi!

please can i request

1. "you look better in my clothes than i do."

with rafael barba 🥰

~ RAIN. STREET. NIGHT ~

Relationship: Rafael Barba x Female Reader.

Warning: none just a fluff.

Words: ???

A/N: hi, I hope you like it :3

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I've always loved the rain. But not when it starts at the most inappropriate moment.

Now I'm running into the apartment after another hard day, besides, I'm all wet after a heavy downpour.

Water drips down my hair and rolls into the neck area, from which I shudder and billions of goosebumps run, from which the trembling in the body increases.

- Damn this rain - I mutter to myself, taking off my sneakers, leaning my hand against the wall so as not to fall into a puddle of water that formed due to my wet clothes.

Rafi has not come yet, although it is already 10 o'clock in the evening. Of course, he told me about a new case that their company is working on at the moment, so our apartment is used to the late arrival of its owners.

I take off my outerwear and carefully tiptoe through the living room to the bedroom to take a hot bath and change clothes.

Strange as it may seem, but the first time I met Rafael was in such weather. It was pouring rain outside, and I was waiting for my bus at the bus stop and the only thing that saved me from the rain was the only tree on the whole damn street. Its leaves have almost all fallen off and only a couple of leaves protected me as best they could, and the bus still did not go. Desperate, I was about to go on, and just at that moment I felt that the rain had stopped coming, well, how to say, the drops were still hitting the puddles. I raised my head and saw an umbrella over me, and a man next to me.

- I don't want to bother you, but I don't think bus will come at such a late hour, – said the stranger. His voice immediately sent warmth through my entire body.

- Well.... What time is it now? - I asked, unable to take my eyes off his.

- It's almost midnight - the man replied. – I'm Rafael.

- Midnight? - I ask, surprised. Although knowing my friend, with whom we can talk non-stop, I shouldn't have been surprised.

- Yeap – God, if we are all your children, then Rafael is definitely your most beloved son.

- I'm Y/N - I say softly, holding out my hand to him.

- Nice to meet you, Y/N – he shakes my hand, which makes me think that absolutely his whole body radiates warmth: his eyes, his smile, his hands.....

- Here take this, otherwise you'll freeze completely – he hands me his sweater. And the only thing I feel is the soft material of the sweater and the amazing cologne.

- Thank you – I answer him, wrapping myself in the sweater more tightly.

That's how we met.

Taking off my clothes and throwing it outside, I went into the bathroom. I turn on the water and.... Cold. Wait… It's a hot water faucet....I turn the faucet in the other direction and there is also cold water.

- Great.... Just wonderful. Now I will definitely shake myself to death from cold and damp – I spread my hands comically, sigh heavily and go to the bedroom to find something that will help me warm up.

Sweater. The same sweater. His.

It is still as soft and pleasant as it was that night.

Rain. Street. Night. And he.

I wrap myself up in it as much as possible, and move into bed to warm up. Without noticing, I fell asleep.

- Honey – I hear a quiet whisper.

- Rafa – I answer half-asleep and open my eyes. The darkness does not allow me to see his face, but I know every detail of him even without the light.

- I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up, you were sleeping so sweetly – he runs his hand through my hair and kissed me on the head.

- It’s okay, I wanted to wait for you, but I fell asleep – I stretch out my arms to him so that he would join me.

Rafa succumbs to my charms and crawls onto the bed. Comfortably placed.

I am under the blanket, hugging his torso and putting my head on his shoulder and he is hugging me with his left arm around my waist, and with his right arm around my shoulder.

- Is this my sweater? - he grins.

- Yes

- Why?

- I was returning from work when it started to rain. I wanted to take a bath, but there was no hot water, so I had to put on your sweater – I answer him.

- Is that all?

- Of course not, I remembered the day when we met, I was also soaked and frozen to the bone. How you gave me, a stranger, your sweater and how this day brought you and me what we have now – I feel movement from his side and lift my head.

- You look better in my clothes than i do – Rafa kisses me on the cheek and nuzzles my neck – Always.

- I love you – I answer him stroking his hair.

- I love you too, Y/N – looking into my eyes, he says and kisses me on the lips.

For the sake of such moments, I am ready to catch raindrops every day, so that I can wrap myself in his clothes and his warm body.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x female reader #law and order svu #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you

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crimeronan · 6 months

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oh. i've been thinking about your oc quartet recently. mainly. devin. tells us about devin.

:D :D :D!!!!

god i'm trying to think of things about devin that i haven't already said. she's an exhausted chronically ill mess who's filled with undying rage, she's a predestined martyr who keeps delaying sainthood by Stubbornly Staying Alive, she's a snarly cunt and somehow also much kinder than anyone expects her to be....

rafi spent a good chunk of time earlier today laying in bed with me and doing analysis of the quartet, which is Amazing. everyone get yourself a rafi who will analyze a story you haven't even written yet with you. we talked a Lot about devin's relationships to the other three quartet members, so that's what's on the brain right now.

bc like. devin's relationship with nova is godawful, obviously. fated soulmates, arranged marriage, forced family siblings, whatever you want to call it, they are Not Good For Each Other. devin is so fucking angry at nova for everything that's happened between them, nova is so fucking desperate to make devin be Good, and the two of them are the only ones who can understand their own specific illnesses, so they remain codependently tangled up in each other.... it would be a lot easier if their relationship was an uncomplicated, loveless political marriage. that they both have complex feelings for each other is what's killing them.

devin's relationship with sol is a lot less complicated on the surface, but not exactly healthy, either. the two of them have suffered similar trauma at the hands of similar (sometimes the exact same) people, they both have an undying rage toward The System (TM), they both like killing people and having weird sex about it, etc. sol is out here like "i'm evilly manipulating you" and devin is like "it's not evilly manipulating me if i fully want to do this and know you're trying to manipulate me" while sol is like "Let Me Have This,"

but devin and RUBY.

rafi and i talked So Much about devin and ruby.

bc on the surface, sol is everything that nova isn't. ie: she's a mean bitch with no friends, who sucks. and ruby, on the other hand, is Nice. and patient. and sweet.

and devin finds that..... Fucking Terrifying.

bc they recognize that demeanor from nova. and nova is only nice and patient and sweet in service of an agenda. and ruby doesn't seem to have an agenda.

so what...... what Does she want.

there are Several Key Events that influence how devin's perception of ruby changes, i won't get deep into them here because i should save at least Some scenes for the actual book. but there's something about like... devin's inability to believe that ruby genuinely respects people's autonomy, because of their relationship with nova. and how ruby's overtures of friendship make devin want to climb out of his skin.

and there's also something to ruby being a mixed Black woman with a noticeable 'foreign' accent, and devin being a dark-skinned transfem person who doesn't know her birth parents & was raised in nova's Deeply Colonialist culture. the two of them sharing experiences with regards to gender and sexuality and race and ethnicity that nova and sol don't.

sol is from the same country as ruby and shares her native language -- but she has also done So Much to assimilate and get rid of her accent and culture and even parts of her name. ruby and devin have similar experiences with being visibly part of a diaspora, feeling out-of-place, navigating where they stand in tachni and in the broader world. devin and ruby also share a desire to protect and help people that sol and nova typically do not.... what with nova desperately wanting to preserve the status quo, and sol wanting to burn everything down without caring what the consequences are.

there's A Lot happening with them. their relationship probably has the most potential to be Functional, but that doesn't mean it's boring or conflict-free. devin and ruby have so much conflict it is Fucking Unbelievable. but they both genuinely want what's best for the other, which is.... something that neither of them are used to having in a partner.

#replies #long post #original fiction #original fiction quartet #original fiction meta #devin #devin and ruby #devin and sol #devin and nova #with this i am about to go out with rafi for ice cream :) they r such a good partner 2 bounce stuff off creatively.

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sodiumlamp · 9 months

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Picard

I guess I should talk about the main plot, since the show finally got around to advancing it.

All right, so in episode 1, Picard meets a "synth" which for some reason is what they call androids now. This android supposedly has completely human body parts, which sounds like a complete misunderstanding of what an android is. Like, if you built a replicator that can be held in one hand and it only replicates destructive energy beams, then it's not a replicator, it's a phaser, and while that may be a great accomplishment in itself, you still suck at building replicators.

Anyway the Romulans in this show can sometimes spit xenomorph acid blood, and the synth explodes when she gets hit with acid blood and also an exploding phaser. But Dr. Jurati insists that there must be a second one just like her, because that's the secret special rule for building purely biological androids, a thing she insists is impossible and has never been done before.

So Picard wants to find the second synth, if only to atone for his failure to help the first, and after five fucking episodes of bullshit he finally finds out she's on this derelict Borg cube, which is some kind of Romulan facility where former Borg are trying to recover and de-assimilate themselves. But the Romulan double-secret police are also looking for the second synth, and while Picard was screwing around, a Romulan agent has been seducing the synth, trying to find out where she came from so he can destroy any others that might be out there.

Everything comes to a head at the end of this episode, the sixth, where Soji finally finds out she's an artificial life form, the Romulan dude betrays her, she escapes with her new super powers, meets Picard and they escape together.

This feels like the climactic ending of part one of a two-part Star Trek episode. If this were TNG, the first Synth, Dahj, would probably die early into the show, then Picard would learn of Soji and track her down (with some far less circuitous process to save time) and then have the big escape on the Borg Cube. Dramatic music, fade to black, to be continued.

But this isn't a two-parter, it's a ten-parter, and it's like watching paint dry. Most of this episode is spent "revealing" things the audience already knows. Picard used to be a Borg! Rafi has an estranged son! Jurati killed Maddox! Soji's a synth! The Romulan dude is just using her to find her creator's secret lab! Hugh is in charge of a Reclamation Project to de-assimilate former Borg! Nearly everything that happens in this episode is just a rehash of stuff we've already seen in previous episodes. The show just keep mulling it over like a cow chewing its cud.

It's treated like some big deal when Soji finds out what she is, except she's literally the only character who didn't already know. It's not even dramatic to watch her reaction to the reveal, because we already saw her dead sister go through the exact same thing in the first episode.

That's why they did the whole twin android gimmick for this show. It's nothing deep, they just wanted to drag things out as much as possible, so they made two copies of the same character to make this take longer. We've been hearing about "synths" for six episodes now, and we've met two of them: Dahj and Soji. But we still don't know anything about them. How do they have superhuman abilities if they're made of flesh and blood? What are their strengths and weaknesses? Do they have real memories, or are they just blank slates with only their false memories to define them? How do we know they aren't just genetically enhanced clones with false memories implanted into them? And does the distinction even matter at this point? What is the point of building androids with purely biological bodies?

I'm sure the next four episodes will shed some light on this, however slowly, but what ticks me off is that they devoted the first six episodes to this idea and have yet to develop any of it. Dahj died before she could even do anything, and Soji's been marking time ever since. Fuck this show. It's the drizzling shits.

#mike watches picard #sheer fucking hubris

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Hey I was just wondering if you could do a story where Aladdin and jasmine have a daughter. But they are very overprotective of her and do not let her leave the palace walls. So one day she sneaks out because she's curious but she gets hurt and gets found by the guards. And then brought back to the palace and she gets in trouble but they talk and make up and they have a happily ever after. I think that would be a cute story!

Author's note: for simplicity's sake, I used Salima from Jasmine is my best friend since the kids in there started living in the palace at the end of the book. And since most people headcanon them as Jasladdin's adoptive kids anyway. Also this is terrible since I've never written the characters before, so sorry. I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

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Salima hissed in pain, doubled over and clutching her ankle. Silently cursing her luck as she tried to push through the pain so she could sneak back home before anyone even noticed she was gone. But at last, luck was not on her side.

"Salima! Come quick! The princess is hurt!"

The princess in question bit back a groan of frustration. Of course she had to be found by her Rafi of all people. Of course she would be found by her annoying older brother who took his new position as captain of the guards extremely seriously. Of course she'd be found by the one guard she couldn't bribe into not ratting her out. Of fricking course.

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"Jasmine and Al are gonna kill you, you know. "

Salima stared down Jenna, very unamused with her habit of stating the obvious.

"Oh really? I never thought of that. Thank you o wise Sultana for bestowing that knowledge onto me." She replied, voice practically dripping with sarcasm before dodging the pillow that her older sister had so dutifully decided to throw her way.

"Oh stop that. I'm not the Sultana yet and probably won't be because of the new baby. You know, the one that is the explicit reason for why we can't be stressing Jasmine out like this" Jenna scolded, gesturing to the younger girl's levitated leg.

Turns out she had broken her ankle during the fall. Something she just knew her siblings would never let her live down.

"Maybe if they weren't keeping me as a prisoner in my own home than I wouldn't be stressing them out" Salima snarked back.

She was tired of living like this.

"They're just trying to protect us, Sali. You know they don't want anything bad to happen to us--"

"Because of how they found us. I know. But I still don't get why I'm being punished for something I don't even remember!"

"It's not a punishment! They care about us!"

"I never asked them to!"

Jenna stood up, fuming. "You ungrateful-- you have no idea how lucky you are that you don't remember life before the palace like Rafi and I do--"

"Jenna! That's no way to talk to your sister! Especially not when she's injured--" Jasmine scolded from the doorway where she and Aladdin where standint causing the two girls to jump. Startled.

"But mom--"

"No buts" she replied sternly, crossing her arms. "Now. Your father, Salima, and I need to have a talk so why don't you go play with Rajah and his cubs?"

Jenna sighed, pushing herself up-- knowing there was no point in arguing.

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As soon as Jenna was out of the room, Jasmine and Aladdin's stern disapproval was turned on Salima, who glared defiantly.

"What were you thinking?!"

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there?!"

"I DON'T CARE HOW DANGEROUS IT IS OUT THERE! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" The young princess snapped, scowling in fury.

"Don't you dare talk to us like that! We're your parents!"

"Oh really? Because from where I'm standing you feel more like my jailers!"

The room went quiet as the three stared one another down.

"You don't really feel that way, do you?" Jasmine asked slightly hurt, holding her pregnant stomach.

"I..." Salima hesitated to answer, now feeling bad.

"Oh sweetheart, we never wanted you to feel that way" Jasmine frowned, sitting down beside her. Aladdin followed.

"Then why do you keep me inside all the time?" She asked, sounding bitter.

"We were just trying to protect you. It's dangerous out there" Jasmine sighed. Aladdin quickly took over for her.

"But I guess we got a little carried away."

Some of the tension drained out of the young princess then "that doesn't excuse it."

"No. No it doesn't. " Jasmine agreed "but we will get better. I promise."

"Really?" Salima asked, hopeful.

Aladdin chuckled "really. After you're ungrounded."

Salima groaned "ahhh man!"

#descendants #disney descendants #jasmine is my babysitter #aziz son of aladdin and jasmine #is the baby Jasmine is pregnant with #so that makes this technically descendants #jenna rafi and salima #aladdin book characters #aladdin books #jasmine is my babysitter jenna #jasmine is my babysitter rafi #jasmine is my babysitter salima #my fanfiction #my fanfic stuff #etcetera #etc etc

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lonelier-version-of-you · 2 years

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Not me watching Laila Rouass on House of Games and getting mad again thinking about the Henrik sl and how they retconned everything

Hold on a second, Laila Rouass is on House of Games?! I haven't seen it in ages, but I want to watch this week's episodes now, lol.

But yeah, I really don't blame you. Even the slightest thing gets me thinking about the fucking Reyhan storyline again (I was thinking about it just the other day, after the anniversary of that episode where Henrik hired Rafi so Sahira would be forced to stay at Holby). I hate it so much. What a load of sensationalist nonsense, and it's utterly laughable that they pretended it was about "raising awareness" - it was so clearly solely done to villainise poor Sahira and treat Henrik as the real victim of "the evil Shah family". Like... he literally sexually harassed and emotionally abused her! One would have to be outright biased against Sahira and desperate to claim Henrik can do no wrong to say that's not a true statement, because by just about any definition of those terms, what Henrik did falls under it.

Once upon a time, during the original Sahira storyline, the show acknowledged that. It was only in his second stint (yet another reason he either should never have come back, or left after the Gaskell storyline), when they went for the “moral compass Henrik” narrative, that the trauma Sahira went through became too inconvenient for them to acknowledge and so they shoved it in the bin in favour of “super privileged bully Sahira and poor little victim Henrik” (which made absolutely no sense).

I got reminded, recently, of this dialogue from Sahira in S14E26 "Equilibrium" (emphasis mine):

Sahira: "Apparently I'm not focused enough. Apparently, there's no place for 'domestic entanglements' in theatre. 'Singular opportunity', 'singular capability' - I mean, how many times do I have to hear that same old song? What do I have to do to get him off my back? Out of my head?"

How do people watch this stuff and still victim-blame her, or think how Henrik treated her wasn't abusive, or think it was at all okay for the show to rewrite her entire backstory just to make the viewers pity her abuser instead of sympathising with her?!

Gah, sorry. I've had this entire rant building up in my mind for a while but was too scared to post it (because of the fear of getting shouted at or told I hate Henrik - my literal favourite character! - just for pointing out that he's an awful person who should not be romanticised) and this ask just unleashed the ranting. I do apologise.

It's a shame the show didn't bring Sahira back properly. The very, very least she deserved after everything Henrik put her through was an apology from him. I always wanted to see Henrik actually apologise to Sahira and own up to his actions and now he never will... sigh. :/ And the fact that so many people haven't seen old Holby and will now forever think the Reyhan storyline is canon, and that Sahira Shah was Henrik's childhood friend whose dad abused him, is so upsetting to think about. It isn't, and she wasn't! She was his mentee he met in 1995, whom he bullied and harassed. Any trauma as a result of their friendship was caused by him to her, not the other way around. But now people just think she's some terrible abuse-apologist bully when the original Sahira was literally nothing like that (okay, she did refuse to believe an abuse case once, but that was only because she didn't want to believe something so terrible could happen, and she did come to see the truth eventually). She may have been far from perfect, but she and her family did not in any way bully Henrik, or abuse him, or ruin his life. That was all him.

#asks #anons #tw;sexual harassment #tw;abuse #tw;csa

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byeol-ssi · 2 years

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oh byeol!! congratulations on 700 (*＾3＾)/～ you deserve it for your high quality writing :33 (also your event is so creative and cute aa!!)

on that note, is it alright if i join? i'm rafie and i go by they/them! i'd like a #11 with albedo from genshin impact please (´ . .̫ . `) take your time with mine, have a good one!

✦ SAVE THE DATE ♡ for @126dvtn

✦ albedo | genshin impact

✦ tags: modern!au, arcade date, established relationship

"i don't understand how this is possible," you finally say, no longer hiding your bewilderment. "it makes zero sense at all."

"what are you referring to, darling?"

your jaw drops when a series of chiming bells echo throughout the arcade, again, accompanied by the words 'YOU WIN' in big flashing texts, signifying that ALBEDO has succeeded in securing yet another prize.

"how are you doing so well at all the games?" you demanded in both awe and genuine curiosity.

you believed you knew your boyfriend fairly well, but it seemed that he was determined to prove you wrong and show you a whole new side of him today on your special date.

albedo merely shrugs, a subtle smile playing at the edge of his lips as he hands you the prized stuffed toy. "this is from the game that you enjoy playing, right?" he asks instead, leaving you with no answers and even more dumbfounded.

"yeah ..." you mumble in affirmation, following after him as he moves to a different machine.

glancing down at the heap of items cradled precariously in your arms, only then do you notice that he's been specifically picking out prizes that were to your preferences, including a few he knew you'd appreciate and like.

"albedo?" you begin, uncertain.

he hums, eyes trained on the claw machine, but tipped his head in your direction to show that he was listening to you.

"why ..." your voice trails off, unsure yourself of what you wanted to say. should you even say anything? would pointing it out be weird? what if you were just assuming things and all of this was mere coincidence?

he faces you, leaning his hip against the machine as he patiently waits for you to continue.

and even if you had no prior knowledge of his aptitude for arcades, one thing you were confident about was that you could've stood there forever, trying to find the right words, and albedo would've stayed there with you.

"you got all of this," you raise your arms awkwardly to lift your pile in an attempt to bring his attention toward it, "for me."

he smiles, leaning forward to press a kiss on your cheek. although the noise from your current surroundings could hardly be considered as quiet, it's as if the world had been put on mute when albedo pulls away and says, "i simply like seeing you happy."

the explanation sounded so simple, so easy, and uncomplicated; yet, it was powerful enough to leave you speechless.

the machine dings loudly, making you both whip around reflexively. this time, he's managed to win a scarf from a movie series you loved — how he did it without even looking shall remain a mystery — but regardless, he bends down to retrieve it.

"i will always be glad that there is someone like you in the world," he adds.

gently, he wraps the striped scarf around your neck, and you don't feel an ounce of embarrassment, even if you probably looked silly in the middle of the arcade — not when albedo was bundling you up with so much tenderness and care.

"and i only wish to ensure that i repay that same sense of optimism you bring into my life."

✦ link to the event directory!

✦ byeol’s notes: rafie, my dearest! i admittedly may have stalked your blog to learn more about your interests, so please don't call the cops on me 👀 jokes aside, thank you for being a friend!

i'm loving the new theme as well <3 please stay safe, happy, and healthy!

#✦ 700 milestone event.#♡ — save the date.#genshin impact #genshin drabbles #genshin impact albedo #albedo x you #albedo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines

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mrsbsmooth · 2 years

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The Suresh Problem.

If you’re here from that reddit petition, please be aware that this post was used without my consent.

Okay, I've received yet another four or five asks in my inbox about Suresh, so I'm just going to discuss this properly, once. I'm going to put the majority of this under the cut, because it specifically addresses very triggering topics for a lot of people.

TW: SA, DV.

TL:DR; you're all getting played by Fusebox, and they wrote Suresh to be an asshole on purpose.

I really appreciate that y'all are sending me these asks. Particularly as so many of them have mentioned that they feel that my blog is a safe space for POC. I cannot express how much that means to me. Thank you. I'm doing my best.

After this post, I will not answer, acknowledge, or in any way interact with any asks that compare Suresh to Harvey Weinstein, Andrew Tate, or any of the other real-life sexual predators & abusers he's been compared to, even if it's to defend him. While I appreciate y'all bringing it to my attention, it's just exacerbating it, and I'm not giving it a platform after this post.

I am not an expert in talking about race, nor am I an expert in writing POC. I'm not a POC, nor have I ever claimed to be. I just don't believe in putting discussions like this in the too-hard basket, and pretending they doesn't exist because it's a hard conversation to have. My willingness to have these discussions is not 'bandwagoning', or at least, it's not intended to be. I don't have the world's largest platform, but I have a small soapbox and I'm going to use it properly.

I'm also going to put a disclaimer here and say that this is only an opinion, and an uninformed one at that. I don't work for Fusebox, I don't have a degree in marketing or digital engagement, but I have done some work in User Experience and my degree's partly in Cultural Anthropology, so I know a little bit about human behaviour and the way we engage with online media.

Again, not an expert. Just cynical and sick of the debate.

So here's the sitch.

They wrote Suresh to be a toxic, pushy asshole on purpose.

His behaviour, in some areas, is not great. The gaslighting, the manipulation, implying he used to trick her into sleeping with him. Many people, including myself, have been in emotionally abusive relationships with people who are like this. It's not nice. It's certainly not entertainment.

But you cannot sit there and tell me that this script did not go through multiple rounds of revisions. You think this wasn't brought up at Fusebox HQ? I can absolutely guarantee you that it was.

So why on earth would writers write him this way?

Because it gets you talking about the game.

Ever heard of the phrase 'Any publicity is good publicity'?

There are 1000+ LITG Fanfictions on Ao3. Guess which season has the fewest fanfics? Season 3. Often casually referred to as 'The Disney Season'. The only drama during that season was Ciaran/Tai/Yasmin picking MC, and/or Rafi/Lily flirting heavily with MC. Feel free to tell me I'm wrong, but overwhelmingly, it was a very sweet season with generally likeable and unique characters.

Season 2 had so, so many characters with different backstories, interests, motivations, etc. that it was hard to find someone who didn't like one of them at least a little. And people engaged so much with that content. Just based off the fanfiction numbers (because I don't have any official stats) at least 75% of the LITG FF content is for Season 2.

But here's the thing: It's far easier to make people angry than it is to make them fall in love.

What is the one thing almost everyone spent gems on during Bombshell? Telling off Juliet. It's basic engagement principle that people are going to be more engaged when they're emotionally invested in a piece of media. It's why clickbait exists. It's why internet trolls exist, for fuck's sake.

So why on earth would they bother spending the extra time in developing complex, multifaceted characters, when as a fandom, we've made it perfectly clear that we'll spend more money, more time, and more brain space into tearing apart characters we hate, rather than doing the same for characters we love?

Fusebox are a business. They do not care if the game offends you. What they do care about are those sweet, sweet advertising dollars. And if they can show a reddit sub with thousands upon thousands of eyes on it, all ranting and raving about Suresh, they can absolutely turn to an advertiser and say "Yo, look at our engagement levels!"

This is just capitalism. It's business. If they take it too far on a TV show, advertisers will start pulling out. But advertisers only pull out when there's an actual, honest-to-god backlash. And most of the advertising (in my LITG2 app at least) isn't for products or companies with a reputation. It's for other games. Meaning that, realistically, if you did want to complain to an advertiser about the game being racist, sexist, misogynistic who are you going to complain to? Apple? The fuck do they care? They haven't broken any laws?

It's specifically designed to be controversial and problematic. That is the entire point. If this kind of thing triggers you, DNI.

Fusebox do not care about individuals' experiences.

A few people will be so triggered or turned off by the content that they'll leave. But enough of us stayed, engaged, and participated in the game to make it worth their while. So Fusebox just continues to exist in this sweet space, where they just insert more and more problematic characters, leading to higher and higher engagement. As long as they don't cross any hard lines, they can do it forever.

The inherent problem with this, is that a lot of people don't know when to stop.

And this is when it starts getting really fucking sad.

Y'all are taking a guy that's specifically designed to piss you off, and deciding he's an abuser, gaslighter, manipulator, etc. There are already so many stereotypes about South Asian men being pushy, or demanding, or that they don't respect women.

I've seen so, so many instances in the reddit sub, on facebook, and even in the official Discord server of language that tars all South Asian men as being this way. People saying, and I fucking quote, "I wouldn't mind it so much if it was Eddie". (Thanks, Reddit).

Firstly, there's a good reason that it's not Eddie. And that's because, as demonstrated by the quote above, a lot of people would be far more willing to excuse this behaviour if it was coming from a pretty white boy.

So why is this?

Why do you think they made the manipulative, 'won't take no for an answer' man be from Southern Asia?

Why do you think they made Hope a sassy, determined black woman?

Why do you think they made Miki a quirky, shy, but nosy East Asian girl?

Even Lottie, who's a whiny little shit isn't from the UK.

This game is most popular in the UK. It's also popular elsewhere, but its main target audience is the UK. It's why most of the characters are from there, the script contains UK slang, etc.

It's so much easier to hate someone when they're not 'from here'.

Check out any American superhero movie. The villain is foreign. In Hollywood movies, they're British, French, Russian, Chinese, South American, Arabic, whatever. They're just foreign. Or different.

They're others.

Because it sells.

It's easier for you to team up with your mates on reddit and condemn Suresh for his behaviour than it is to do it to someone who looks like you.

But guess what?

There are people who play this game who are People of Colour.

(Shocking, I know. They enjoy playing games too!)

And whenever you buy into this bullshit that Fusebox is feeding you, whenever you pile on a character like Suresh, you are making them feel like they're not welcome here.

People of Colour are being used as a means to an end.

Instead of writing complex, multi-dimensional villains with real motivations, Fusebox are using basic clickbait to get you to engage.

And that's super fucking unfair.

I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm not telling you not to play. I'm not going to stop spending money on it. I'm certainly not going to stop.

I just want people to be aware of what they're doing.

Be aware of the fact that they're playing into your preconceived ideas of race, culture, and ethnicity.

Be aware of the fact that they are trying to you to engage at at all costs.

Be aware that your rabid fan-ness can actually spur others into a mob mentality.

Be aware of the fact that you're allowed to criticise characters. But criticise the writing. Criticise the business tactic.

Don't fall into the quicksand!

Don't let yourself make it about race. Stop letting others make it about race.

Stop engaging with it when it becomes about race.

Stop engaging when your friends compare him to Harvey Weinstein, Andrew Tate, Prince Andrew, etc. He's a character from a mobile game. They are real people who have hurt real women.

Show Fusebox you'll engage with the stuff you do like, as opposed to only engaging when it's piling on to a character.

Get rabid about the drama, not about the character.

And look, I'm writing this out in a long, one-shot rant, so I might've completely rambled, contradicted myself, or said something completely wrong, so please forgive me if I have.

I just hope this helped someone see it for what it is.

MARKETING.

So in conclusion:

Do: Make memes about Suresh not apologising.

Do: Hate him for cheating.

Do: Push him in the pool.

Do not: Compare him to a real life sex offender

Do not: Make it about race

Do not: Think for a second that Fusebox don't know exactly what they're doing.

#litg #litg rant #litg s5 #litg eitv #litg suresh #mbs tries to make sense of her thoughts and probably fails but tries her best anyway #mbsTOPPOSTS

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vioranhyperfixation · 4 months

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How Tim discover Jason is alive In this au

Rafi, trying to bond with tim. But doesn't understand Tim mind so they decided to just have Tim play a new character in Rafi story.

Tim : her name is valarine, she is a vampire who doesn't want to drink blood but is forced to because of her nature.

Rafi : *rising his voice* oh my god, we encounters another narsistic vampire atla!

Tim : what?

Rafi : ah?

Tim : we're starting now?

Rafi : yeah?

Tim : I just starts describing my character!

Rafi : well we don't do that. The story discover things by their own experiences! So what she did just now is narrating herself, which is a very narsistic thing to do.

Tim : damn it.

Rafi : anyway, *raising his voice* do you think she is related to valamioracartelavonse?

Tim : heh, vala? I would know somebody with the same name as me!

Rafi : *voice raised* no! Valamioracartelavonse! It's all one word! Her name is valamioracartelavonse not vala. I might call her with curses and all but I won't just assigned her a random name couse she has a long name, that's uneducated.

Tim : what else do you call her then?

Rafi : that bitch who's supposed to die long ago but haven't died yet.

Tim : shorter one?

Rafi : oh, villian wannabe.

Tim : like the one from the crime alley kind or government kind?

Rafi : dunno, American guy the one who nickname her that.

Tim : American guy, yees, American guy. Isn't it the time you tell us who he is, like, we are trying to bond here, so I want to know about you as you're about me. Although it's fine if you want to take your time.

Rafi : ah yes, uhhh. Jason! Yes I think his name is Jason! Jason todd is the name you should probably be familiar with, I think that's the name.

Tim : haha, good joke.

Rafi : what? No, it wasn't a joke, that's American guy name. I would know.

Tim : he died years ago.

Rafi : and he got revived somewhat long ago.

Tim : he died by the hands of joker! And his dead isn't a joke!

Rafi : well I know! And he get back to gotham a few years ago!

Tim : that joke is terrible! Don't go around bringing dead siblings to people!

Rafi : well he ain't dying the last time I see him you Bullhead!

Rafi : here!

Tim :

Rafi :

Tim :

Rafi : ...

Rafi : do you.. Not know?

Tim :

Rafi : god I need to say sorry to American guy. God he's gonna nag my ear off. Give me my phone back!

Tim : the fuck. You have his number!?

Rafi : of course I have his number! Why would i not? I mention him multiple time since my first arrival!

Tim : I don't know that's my supposed dead brother at that time!

Rafi : well I thought you know that I know you know that I know and we just don't talk about that!

Tim : then explain it to me!

Rafi : well first of all, he alive now!

Rafi : second of all, it ironic how he call valamioracartelavonse the one who supposed to be dead long ago but haven't yet here there is.

Tim :

Rafi : I'm coming back tomorrow once you are done with your breakdown, good luck🤞

#disable!damian au #this turn sour real kid #angst #wow i just write angst that's new #sorry guys not the long post i promise this one just pop into my head #like i don't really mean to make the reveal it just kinda happen #dc #dc comics #respawn #ooc #011 #oc #rafi #tim drake #red robin #oh right just wanna tell you I'm not gonna adress this at all in the future #love you #unless a miracle happens #love you all

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years

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Time got away

And Rafi is back. This was inspired by the little clip of Raul walking out on his phone for the best writing buddy a gal could ask for @detective-giggles xx

WC: 2307

Warnings: Smut, not my gif and sorry for any mistakes.

You sat in the car looking at the arrest warrant torn at what to do,

"We should just do it, Carisi-"

"Kat, Sonny isn't our boss, if we have this wrong and we make the arrest Liv is going to be pissed. Fin's not answering we need to call her"

"But she said she didn't want to be-"

"Unless it was an emergency and I think this is an emergency" you cut Kat off.

You picked up your phone and dialled Liv's number and to your surprise she picked up in a couple of rings and she didn't sound angry,

"Y/N what's up?"

"Liv we really need you to run over this paper work, Sonny wants us to make the arrest, but my gut-and the results aren't back yet"

"Ok, well I won't be back for a while, I’ll send you the address that I ‘am at, come there"

You and Kat pulled up around the corner of the address Liv sent you. You both jumped out and all but ran to door walking into the small restaurant. Kat had walked in before you when your phone pinged with a new message from the lab with the results. You were walking slowly looking at your phone following Kat's voice as you walked,

"Fin we have been trying to call you- Sorry to distrub your lunch Liv" you heard Kat say.

"Ok- wished we had got this sooner because we wouldn't have had to call you, results are back"

You looked up and what was in front of you was a surprise of the best kind. Your eyes were wide and your mouth open,

"Barba?"

"Detective Y/L/N" Rafael smiled and slid out from the booth walking up to you and giving you a hug "It's so good to see you" Rafael said in your ear pulling back and giving your shoulder a squeeze "how are you?"

It was like the whole room melted away and it was just you and him. You scanned his beard covered face before meeting his beautiful green eyes and you both smiled at each other,

"I ‘am good, how are you? Your back?"

"Good" Rafael nodded and smiled "Yes I’ am"

"Well welcome back, Manhattan missed you" He chuckled at you and gave you a wink.

"Sorry to break up the reunion but what's the results?" Fin was leaning over the back of the booth seat.

Yours and Rafael's eyes lingered a little longer on each other before you were pulled back down by your phone ringing,

"Sonny I’ll call you back- no we are with Liv now- you’re not my boss so don't start- yes I got them too, ill ring you when it's done"

You cleared your throat opening your lock screen back up to the lab results, Rafael didn't miss the photo on your screen of Sonny, Amanda, him and you from his very last night out with the squad before everything spiralled, you all had your arms around each other but your cheek was on his smiling big. His heart swelled reaching into his pocket pulling out his wallet pulling out a card with his new number on it.

"Ok go- Fin go with them they are going to need back up"

Fin slid out of his seat, Kat and him rushing off,

"Good work Y/N" Liv smiled up at you,

"Thanks Liv, Rafael hope to see you again soon" you smiled and went to turn away.

As you turned away you felt Rafael's hand on your shoulder stopping you, "I know you have to go but here" he handed you his card "Call me when you finish work, we can get a drink"

You nodded, your cheeks slightly pink, "I would love that" you kissed him on the cheek before rushing out. Rafael sat back down and looked out the window as you rushed by, his tummy did a flip,

"She was a nightmare after you left" Liv took a sip of her coffee “I thought I was going to have another Amaro on my hands” Liv smirked

"What?" Rafael looked at Liv.

“She took it really hard. She hasn't changed that picture on her phone since you left."

It was around 10 by the time you got back to your place after the arrest, interviews and processing. You were standing at your kitchen bench and you pulled the card out of your back pocket and stared at it for a long while. You picked up your phone opening it to dial the number,

"Hello"

"Hey Rafael its Y/N, sorry did I wake you?"

"No of course not, did you just get home?"

"Yeah it was a long day, I'm sure you remember how it is"

Rafael laughed "Do you have to go in tomorrow?"

"No, Kat and I have the day off- but I'm on call just in case"

"Well then, how about that drink?"

The cab pulled up in front of the hotel and you took in a deep breath before you walked in. You had 15 minutes from the time you got off the phone till you needed to leave. You showered putting on long tights and knee high boots, with a long lose mustard wool jumper. Your hair was wavy from being in a bun all day so you ran with lose waves and light make-up.

As you walked into the lobby you saw Rafael leaning against the wall looking down at his phone looking just as handsome as you seen him earlier in his jeans and a jacket. Where he was staying wasn't far from your place so you messaged when you were leaving.

Rafael must have heard your foot steps on the tiles and looked up, your eyes meeting and a big smile pulling to both your faces. Rafael started to walk towards you wrapping his arms around you pulling you in for a big hug and kissing your cheek and then the top of your head.

“Ready for that drink?" Rafael smirked at you.

The hotel bar had closed not long after you got there, so you and Rafael decided to go halves in a bottle of wine and head back up to his room. The room was nice but plain. It only had a bed and TV cabinet with a small fridge.

"Get comfortable Y/N" Rafael nodded towards the bed as he poured 2 glasses of wine.

You placed your bag down on the floor and then sat on the bed to pull your boots off, moving yourself to sit with your back resting on the head board your legs stretched out in front of you. You watched as Rafael's placed down the bottle, shrugged off his jacket and toed off his shoes. He picked up the two glasses walking over handing them to you while he got on the bed next to you and got comfortable. He reached for his glass, your hair stood on end as goose bumps covered your body when his finger tips brushed your hand,

"Thanks for coming tonight" Rafael smiled at you.

"I'm glad you asked me, it was nice to catch up" The room fell silent for a long moment "Are you glad your back?" You adjusted yourself so you could face him more.

"For the most part" he took a sip of wine.

"I' am glad your back" you bowed your head so he couldn't see your red cheeks and Rafael patted your knee.

"What's been happening?" Rafael smiled at you.

"I mean not much with me. Between helping Amanda with Jesse now she has Billie, getting to know Kat and catching up with Sonny when he isn't snowed under and work, doesn't leave room for much else. What about you?" You sipped a mouth full of wine.

"Work, moving back, seeing my Mother and trying to find a place"

It wasn't long after that another bottle of wine arrived that Rafael had ordered and you were on the last glass of that bottle, drinking water between each glass not wanting to get too carried away and embarrass yourself,

"What's it like Carisi being ADA?" Rafael sat his empty glass on the bedside table turning back to face you on his side.

"He's good. He doesn't handle the stress as well as you did, but he is doing an amazing job. I miss him as my partner though, but I wouldn’t trade Kat she has been amazing"

"So seems like life went on after I left" Rafael frowned.

"What else were we meant to do Rafael, no one wanted you to go- but it doesn't matter now your back" you drunk down the rest of your wine and turned to sit that on the bedside table next to you.

"No one wanted me to go or you didn't want me to go" Rafael said with a husky voice before clearing this throat.

"Well both, I mean you were important to me- to us. We were like a family and then you disappeared, it was hard adjusting to the loss of you."

Rafael didn't say anything, he moved to lay down with his fingers intertwined resting on his stomach looking up at the roof, you didn't feel shy after the drinks you had, and so you laid down next to him on your side looking at his frowning face. Your eyes scanned down his salt and pepper hair and you had to fight yourself not to reach over and run your fingers through it,

"Did I say something wrong?" You whispered.

Rafael didn't answer straight away "No-Come here" Rafael moved his arm inviting you to lay on his chest, your arm laying across his middle. His bearded chin resting on your forehead,

"Do you understand why I left"

"Yes and no-But yes" Rafael chuckled at you.

Rafael's hand moved to your chin titling your head back to look up into his eyes,

"I missed you Y/N" his stare was intense,

"I missed you too" you squeaked out.

"Have you been with anyone else since I left?"

Your cheeks went bright red not just from the question, but from his stare and how he was rubbing your jaw with his thumb. Rafael rolled over onto his side, his nose almost touching on yours. You gasped when you felt how hard Rafael was poking into your thigh,

"Have you been with anyone else since I left" Rafael repeated his question, hand now pushing up your jumper running it up and down your back.

"N-no, not since that night with you" you whimpered feeling his breath and beard so close to your face.

"Why?"

"I told you I've been busy, time got away"

"That's a lie" Rafael's lips were almost on yours.

"Have you?" You challenged him.

"No, time got away" he rolled his hips into your thigh "I have never forgotten the feeling of your hand around my cock"

Your hand moved down between your bodies reaching Rafael's bulge in his pants and you started to rub it. Rafael's lips met yours for a slow soft kiss that soon became deep and rough. Rafael ran the hand that was running down your back into the waist of your tights and panties, squeezing your ass with his big hand. Moaning into his mouth.

You made quick work of undoing his belt buckle, button and zipper, reaching into his boxers pulling out his hard length. Rafael pulled back from your mouth grunting thrusting his hips into your hand. Rafael moved his hand form your ass around to your core cupping it, the palm of his hand pressing into your pearl your wetness coating his hand. You ran your hand up and down up and down Rafael, his pre-cum spreading over your hand, twisting your wrist every so often,

“It’s better than I remember” Rafael’s lips crashing on yours his tongue darting into your mouth, his hips rolling into your hand.

“Is it just like you remembered?” you purred, as Rafael pushed a finger into you, then another his thumb rolling your clit. You bit your lip.

Rafael’s fingers were prodding into you fast, his thumb rolling your swollen pearl feverishly, and your pace on Rafael speed up. You groaned into his mouth, tightening around his fingers while your climax peaked and rushed through you. Your grip on Rafael tightened as you twisted your wrist and he pulled away from your lips, a load grunt along with your name leaving his mouth as he came on your hand and tights.

You both laid there, hearts pumping hard in your chests breathing rapidly staring into each other eyes. Rafael peaked you on the lips pulling his hand out of your tights moving from the bed to go and clean himself up. You fixed yourself up and stood up off the bed looking to see that your jumper covered where Rafael had come on your tights. Rafael walked out of the bathroom fixed up, his face and beard wet from where he splashed water on it,

“You can use the bathroom now” Rafael walked over to you putting his hands on your hips pecking your lips you nodded and walked in to wash up.

When you came out Rafael was sitting on the bed leaning his elbows on his thighs,

“You ok? I can leave if you want me too”

Rafael looked up at you extending his hand grabbing yours, pulling you to sit down on his lap. One arm wrapping around your waist the other hand resting on your upper thigh holding you close.

“Why would you think I wanted you to leave?” Rafael lent forward kissing your neck, his beard running over your neck and you shrugged your shoulders,

“I- just saying” you bit you bottom lip.

“Y/N I just got you back. And besides, next time I won’t be coming in your hand, me entiendes?”

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hannigrams-dedicated-detectives · 6 years

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Hello my beautiful followers

this is terrible but please don't judge. I hope y’all like it! (I found it a while ago and I do not remember whose it was but this prompt was not my own.)

Rafael Barba and Sonny Carisi

Law and Order: Special Victims Unit

Sonny put his menu down with a concerning look on his face. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Rafael quickly looked up in horror. Was this really happening? On their six-month anniversary? “A-are you… breaking up with me?”

He wasn’t entirely sure that was the correct way to ask, but it was the first thing that came to him.

Sonny’s eyes widened with a look of confusion at his boyfriend. “Wait? What Rafi- no! No, I mean I don’t think I can eat the falafel. I’m allergic to chickpeas.”

“Sonny… did you not know what falafel was?” Rafael had to come to terms with the fact that Sonny wasn’t the brightest when it came to anything other than law.

“Clearly, I thought I did.” Sonny just took a sip of his water, trying to determine how he passed the bar, yet did not have the slightest idea that falafel had chickpeas in it.

“You cannot scare me like that again,” Rafael said as he grinned. They both had a bit of a moment there.

Sonny kissed Rafael’s cheek and smiled. “You know I’d never leave you.”

“Yeah,” Rafael said. “I know. Happy anniversary, Dominick.”

“Happy anniversary, Rafael.”

#this is crap #oh well #Law and Order: Special Victims Unit #SVU #Barisi #Dominick Sonny Carisi Jr.#Rafael Barba

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kayla1993-world · 2 years

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216 people experiencing homelessness died in Toronto last year, according to new data from the city.

The data released by Toronto Public Health (TPH) on Friday shows there were 4.2 average deaths of unhoused people per week last year.

According to the city, the number of deaths in 2021 rose significantly from 2020. Seventy-two more people died last year than in the previous year, when 144 unhoused people died. The number of deaths has more than doubled since 2017 — the first year that the city collected such statistics — when 101 people died.

A full 55 percent of the deaths in 2021 were due to drug toxicity, the data shows. Other causes of death include heart disease, accidents, complications from diabetes, hypothermia, liver and lung disease, organ failure, suicide and cancer.

The city says 132 out of the 216 people who died were residents of homeless shelters. It has yet to release the number of people living outside who died.

For Gru, a shelter hotel resident in Toronto, the numbers are "awful" to hear.

"There are no words," he said. "There is just a deep, deep sense of loss that these are people like you or I who ended up in a position where they couldn't afford rent or they couldn't afford their mortgage. Homelessness in Canada is a death sentence, really."

Homeless advocates say the numbers are staggering, but not surprising. They say the city has enforced policies that created unsafe conditions for unhoused people. And they say the solution is permanent housing and harm reduction supports, not policing and clearing encampments.

Doug Johnson Hatlem, a street pastor at Sanctuary Ministries of Toronto, said on Saturday that Mayor John Tory, the city's Shelter Support and Housing Administration (SSHA), and they should hold all city councillors to account for their policies on homelessness, given the "unacceptable" number of deaths of unhoused people last year.

"It's a crushing number," Johnson Hatlem said. "All three — council, Toronto mayor's office and SSHA spent an incredible amount of their time and their political capital insisting that they were on the right to beat people into submission to get inside for what they were calling safe indoor shelter. Their priorities were completely out of whack."

In 2020, the first year of the pandemic, there was more of a spirit of "we're all in this together," but in 2021, Tory's attitude was "we're going to do what we want to do and we will not listen to people," Johnson Hatlem said. The city failed to engage with people who they unhoused and their advocates and instead acted on behalf of wealthy people and those who don't want to see homelessness in their backyards, he said.

"The problem will not just ever go away until they house people. And so, we saw a 50 percent increase in deaths and it's an enormous number that somebody has to take account for," he said.

"It's not an acceptable number. I think a great majority of these deaths were preventable," he added. "It's always been a crisis that we have people who died homeless on the streets of Toronto. It's a five-alarm fire, and the people who should treat it as a five-alarm fire are not doing so.

Johnson Hatlem said the city, for example, put a lot of effort into clearing encampments, which displace and scatters unhoused people, increasing their vulnerability. He said the city should sit down with unhoused people and advocates to figure out what needs to be done to reduce the number of deaths and violence and to reduce the number of overdose deaths.

Rafi Aaron, spokesperson for the Interfaith Coalition to Fight Homelessness, said it is important to remember that each number represents a human being.

"They were wonderful people. They loved and become loved. They had people who were close to them. They were fathers, wives, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, sometimes grandparents. They were our neighbours or your neighbours. They were people who were vibrant and generous and who we miss dearly and who didn't need to die," Aaron said.

A.J. Withers, a steering committee member of the Shelter and Housing Justice Network and adjunct faculty in critical disability studies at York University, said some deaths happened when the shelter system was over 99 percent full. The absence of safer indoor shelter space, the toxicity of street drugs and the dismantling of encampments was all "deeply concerning," Withers said.

"The lack of safe supply, the lack of access to overdose prevention sites and lack of access to harm reduction really means that people die," Withers said. "As the city does things like criminalize people in encampments, people get pushed further and further away from support systems and people die."

Withers said the numbers are probably far higher because hospitals and emergency rooms don't report deaths of unhoused people to TPH. Withers noted that the median age for males who died was 49, while the median age for females who died was 40, meaning "there are many years lost" when people don't have housing.

Dr. Andrew Boozary, a primary care physician and executive director of the Gattuso Centre for Social Medicine at the University Health Network, said the city cannot "go back to normal" because homelessness was already a public health crisis before the COVID-19 pandemic. The pandemic itself has affected unhoused people disproportionately, he said.

"The solution to homelessness is housing. Shelters or encampments are not solutions to homelessness it is housing. And so, we really need to ensure that they committed every level of government to housing as the solution. And if we don't see that concerted effort, these rates will only continue to increase," he said.

"And that's on us as a society, because these rates are increasing, not because of individual failures, but because of our failure on delivering housing as a human right."

Policing poverty is also not the answer, he said. "What is really has to be clear is that ripping down tents is not the solution to homelessness. It is delivering on housing as a human right. It is building more social housing, it is getting people more access to social housing and supportive housing."

The city, in response, said it collects the data and uses it to help it make better decisions on improving the health of people experiencing homelessness.

"All deaths of people experiencing homelessness both inside and outside of the City's shelter system deeply saddened the City. We offer our condolences to the individuals' friends and loved ones and to our staff and clients who continue to witness these tragedies," the city said in a statement.

"While the emergency shelter system plays an important role in supporting the health and wellness of those experiencing homelessness, the actual solution to improved health outcomes is permanent housing with supports."

Toronto's 24-month housing and homelessness plan aims to create over 3,000 new affordable housing opportunities by the end-of-year, including 2,000 with supports, to meet the needs of marginalized and vulnerable people experiencing homelessness, the city said.

In February 2022, the city said council approved a sped up housing plan to provide an additional 300 "housing opportunities" through partnerships with housing providers and private market landlords.

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