#but i do recognize it might make me sound a little insane

[welcometoteyvat]

out of curiosity how weird do I sound when I censor character names in the tags or use abbreviations for character names (eg zl = zhongli, xq = xingqiu etc)

[xazse]

the afab gojo x male reader is so good ! but i lowkey want gojo to get his lick back and make male reader jealous like i get it’s unrequited but i lowkey feel like mreader is attached to him a bit.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OUT TO YOU BOTH ON TIME SO I APOLOGIZE IF THIS IS RUSHED. SO HAPPY YOU LOVED MY AFAB<333 I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE AFAB GOJO!!

Idk about you but I feel like the best revenge is to slowly drive the other person insane.

Male!reader is a scumbag and might not align with you, like forreal scumbag!

Warnings: Fem!Satoru x Male Reader, Pussy-eating, sexting, jealous!reader, mean!reader, patheticmale!reader

Oh m!reader is most definitely in love with Satoru, that night When you were fucking Suguru he realized how much you would ramble on how much you hated Satoru’s guts and the only thing he’s good for is his body and pussy. But he seen the slight light in your eyes when you were describing him, by the end of the night Suguru just wanted to go home , he hadn’t even realized you were involved with Satoru so he felt like shit by the end as well, so ready to go home and tell Satoru to avoid you like the plague.

Satoru does eventually start to slowly distance himself from you, no longer is he blowing up your phone wondering where you are, he’s barely responding to your messages, and he most definitely stopped begging you to see him and look at him. He finds himself not entertaining your attempts to make him jealous or angry. He does work on himself, meaning he���s buying a new wardrobe and posting cute selfies, basically in your words auctioning himself off to other people.

You do notice the things he’s doing, ignoring you in favor of other people who aren’t even worth his time or yours. Two can play that game, Satoru is clearly going through something and needs a little convincing to get him back in the right mind, so you’ll give him the space he so clearly fucking needs, and it’s most definitely not gonna drive you crazy.

A week later your at a party, attempting to look for someone even as half as pretty as Satoru, he’s also present, so beautiful and a beaming smile gracing his face, he looks a little brighter, and it’s definitely not because of you. He’s with his usual group of friends, looking so dull compared to him. There’s a hand behind his back, seemingly going up and down in a soothing motion, you follow the hand and you scoff loudly from across the room.

A dude who looks plain and most definitely not Satoru’s type.

You see Satoru peek at the man and give him a kiss on the cheek whilst he whispers something in his ear, a giggle leaves his pretty pink lips before he’s departing somewhere. You’re quick to follow him outside to talk.

“What’s with you lately? Why are you avoiding me? And who’s that dude in there?” You pester Satoru with endless questions, not letting him even get a breath in.

“He’s someone I’m talking to right now, and why are you so worried?” Satoru glares, his eyebrows furrowed and yet you still find him to be so pretty when he’s frustrated.

“Not worried , just wondering why you aren’t picking up my calls.”

“Been busy, enjoy the party.” Satoru is quick to push through you and back to party, forgetting what he came in the kitchen for. He peers over his shoulder to see you standing there staring daggers at him with an expression he doesn’t recognize, oh you’re fucking pissed. It makes his body shiver and his cunt clench around nothing, he wants to see just how much he can push you.

One night while Satoru is alone in his room he does the unthinkable, he props his phone up and spreads himself wide in front of his camera, his pretty pussy on display, he grabs his favorite dildo and begins working it inside of himself, slow and steady is how he starts, he makes sure the video gets everything, every sound, every movement is captured. The dildo reaches so deep while it stretches his hole and makes him so wet, he’s heaving as he continues to abuse himself to completion. When that’s all done with he sends it to you, but he makes it look like it wasn’t for you, an accident is what he wants you to think.

A few hours later Satoru’s doorbell rings and to his amazement it’s you, looking a fucking mess, dressed like as soon as he sent the message you were out the door and on your way to his place. There’s a fiery but pathetic look in your eyes.

“Toru’ please” your voice sounds raw as you beg?

And a few minutes Satoru has you on your knees eating him out, you flatten your tongue and lick a stripe up his pussy, you’ve been wanting him for as long as he’s been torturing you, starving just to even touch him a little bit. You’re ravenous with your tongue work, licking up all his essence as it seeps out of him.

Satoru is rough with his hands, shoving your face even deeper so you can lick all the parts of him, he snaps at you to suck on his clit, and you listen like the obedient thing you’ve become, he’s moaning and mewling so cutely, you’ve missed his sweet honeyed voice, though he isn’t yelling your name you’ll take what you can get.

Your balls feel heavy when you unbuckle and pull your pants down to rest around your thighs. Fat cock already fully hard you begin stroking yourself slow and steady, precum already dripping you use that as lubricant. The burn in your body ignites, the combined sucking on Satoru’s clit and jerking your cock off feels so damn good, everything feels right, but also twisted.

[ajortga]

why try?

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

based off song request! thank you so much for your requests! many are being looked at now, another 3 are left to write. i'm not very good at song requests and i was actually feeling a little rushed this time, i just wanted to get this out there so i hope this can meet what you may have wanted.

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??; was wondering if you’d take a song fic request ? mainly asking because i was listening to why try by ariana grande and i thought it might be good with like tara i think , i hope ,,, im not sure anymore lmfao

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You and Tara didn’t meet each other in the best way possible, you met on bad terms, especially since she crashed into you while running and spilt hot coffee on you, screaming an apology as she ran to who knows what class, not even looking back.

For that whole day your white shirt was now a caramel brown, making you a little frustrated.

Tara was walking to her film history class, her hair in a braided half up half down, basically huffing as she opened the door, as she looked for a seat, the only left was a seat one away from the window. 

A pretty girl with her headphones in sat next to her, scribbling on her notes and wow, her writing was so neat. It reminded her of the poems that lovers would write to each other in neat curvy lines back in the olden days. 

Then she looked down at her sweater, it looked like a coffee stain.

Wait, a coffee stain?

The pretty girl was you, the one she crashed into and accidentally spilt steaming coffee on your sweater while she was running late to her next class, not even being able to make the face as she turned a corner and was gone.

Your gaze shifted from your words to the girl standing in front of you, your warm eyes looking at her, then recognizing Tara as yours narrowed.

“You owe me a new shirt. That was eighty dollars.” You mumble, pointing to the stain on your shirt, your voice soft, but trying to be a little annoyed, sour, and angry, Tara found it adorable.

“I was late to class.” She shrugged, making a small laugh as she sat down.

“That doesn’t mean you can spill your steaming coffee on me, I think I got a rash.” You basically flipped her off without actually flipping her off.

She groaned, “Okay I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt. My name is Tara.”

“Y/N,” you said simply, your voice wispy, sounds like a sweet and pretty sound, Tara could listen to it for hours-

“I’m still mad at you,” You murmur, turning your head away from her as your hair draped over your notes, writing.

She scoffed, a little angry that you weren’t quite talking to her, more like talking to her about the situation that she forgot about.

“Are you always like this?” She said, smiling, a little sarcastically.

“You’re mean Tara,” You turn to her, head laying against your palm. “Can I not be a little upset that you stained my favorite sweater, and basically burned me with your flaming coffee, what a memorable way to know you right? You were already late, why not just take your time?”

Tara huffs, seeing you like a kitten that doesn’t get what they want, saving your sweetness for her and squeezing out a little bitterness. She nudges you on the shoulder, making you shift a little and let out a small quiet giggle.

“Whatever Tickles.”

“Don’t call me that Tiny.”

“Excuse you?”

“Don’t think that teasing won’t jump back at you Tiny Toe Tara!”

“Oh fuck you!” She says sarcastically, “You drive me insane!”

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Tara was right, you do drive her insane, but not the way you thought of.

Who would’ve known that her mind was you every night before she went to bed, the way she could feel her cheeks heating when thinking of your face. Your hair. Oh god, please don’t get started with your smile. It drove her crazy, in that way where she has seen your face as you talked to someone, just realizing how much of a listener you are. A good one especially, she sees your eyes as you nod, the way you tilt your head in a conversation, fully immersed.

Tara always wanted to have someone listen to her. She was always listening to others, good listening or not, she never got it back.

There were days where she’d tell Sam the things you did, basically screaming as she says how annoying you are. But at the same time, Sam sees the way Tara’s eyes dilate when she talks about you, gushing all her words at once and scrambling some words.

“She sounds like someone you talk about a lot.” 

“Excuse you? She is hot! I mean not!”

“Have you ever seen what she looks like? I think I stare at her too much.”

“Why?”

“Oh pfft, because she’s an atrocious looking pretty looking ogre that I can’t help but feel sorry for how she looks.”

“Pretty looking?”

“Oh yeah. No! You’re getting it all wrong. Pretty looking ogre like her looks pretty like one of an ogre.”

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

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You and Tara throw insults at each other, she hates them.

“My Tiny!”

“Tararific!”

You annoyed her to bits, she was annoyed at the fact that she was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to see you smile. She was angry that she just couldn’t hate you. Even with your silly personality, teasing remarks, and playful nudges, there were moments where she saw you being you. Seeing you feed stray cats on the sidewalk when she walked to her apartment, your headphones in as she sees your pretty figure asleep on your desk as you took soft breaths, or the way your eyes are different than any other, different in the way that it was special.

She was so lovesick, but she would go through that phase every time if it meant seeing you for a second.

Why try getting her feelings for you to rip?

Knowing that you could still make her heart skip?..

[myung-jaes]

USED TO THIS ― lee anton

010. how do u swim on dry land

immediately upon pushing his front door open with the tip of his finger, anton screamed, the noise falling into tune with the squeaking of the hinges of his front door. his arms flailed everywhere, hitting the wall to find the light switch, while also working to shield his body from whatever weapon the entity in his apartment might have. 

“what the fuck, dude?” anton grasped his chest as the lights turned on in the room, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, immediately recognizing your figure sprawled across his couch, your chin resting on the velvet blue arm of the couch. “you’re insane.”

“what? spare key,” you waved the metal key in the air, the light reflecting off of it. you laughed at the terrified look on anton’s face, his brown eyes wide, pupils dilated, and his breathing uneven.

anton rolled his eyes, acknowledging the mocking tone in your voice, hints of you taking a jab to when he had entered your apartment the prior week using his spare key. “okay, well you could’ve told me, you know, give a little heads up?”

“you’re one to talk. you literally broke into my apartment last week without me knowing,” you taunted, raising yourself to sit straight on the couch. “plus, i tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. also, because we haven’t talked in a while, i bought you food and gundam to make up for it.”

shit. anton felt his face drop, you were catching on to his attempts of avoiding you, and still, you were the first one to try to break the distance. he felt his heart tug at the way you were ready to apologized, ready to take the blame, even if you didn’t know what it was— knowing that it wasn’t even your fault, it was on him for being stupid and making bigger efforts than he needed to in order to give you your space.

“you didn’t have to, i mean, it’s not like we’re not talking, right? we just talked a while ago.”

“anton, it’s tuesday, and the last time you actually talked to me was last wednesday. i feel like you’re just avoiding me, i mean, everytime i come to talk to you, you always walk away and act like you don’t see me. hell, you even stopped sitting next to me in humanities.”

shit. shit. shit.

watching anton just stand there in silence, unmoving to your previous words, you spoke again, your voice quieter than usual. “did i do something? i mean, were you lying that day when you went on your whole i can’t get mad at you spiel or what?”

“no, no, no.” anton shut his eyes briefly, bowing his head before taking slow strides to you, stopping right in front of the couch. “you didn’t do anything, and i wasn’t lying when i said that— i actually cannot fathom the thought of getting mad at you. i was just being stupid, it’s nothing.”

the words were sitting at the tip of his tongue, but anton couldn’t tell you the truth. he would never tell you the real reason why he was being distant in the first place. 

oh, the guys told me that i need to give you space so you can make progress with taeyoung, but i’m a dumbass and thought: oh! i should just ignore her.

he couldn’t say that, he would sound dumb, and it would probably only irritate you further to the point where you would go out of your way to push taeyoung away just to prove to anton that he didn’t need to do that. you always did that, you always made sure he wouldn’t be at any inconvenience because of you.

the questioning look on your face only worried anton further, anxious that you would pry at him, trying to get him to open up about what’s on his mind. yet, he couldn’t let you speak, afraid that if you did, he would easily succumb to your soothing words and concerned questions.

“well, forget about that. you said you brought food and gundam,” anton plastered a wide smile on his face as he jumped onto the couch beside you, hitting you in the process. you shoved him away from you, hitting him back.

“just for that, maybe i shouldn’t have brought it.”

“oh, come on,” he fake cooed, watching as you pushed the bag of food towards him, but anton was quick to open it only to offer you the first bite. “have you eaten yet?”

“i can’t remember, i think i ate a few hours ago when hanni came over with breakfast before class.”

“yn, that was before 9, it’s 7, it’s been, like, ten hours,” anton’s eyes staring at you with a worrisome gaze, his right hand holding the fork, pushing it towards you, while his left hand hovered under it, making sure the food wouldn’t fall out.

“anton,” you complained, moving to push his hand away, but he didn’t budge. “i brought it for you.”

“yn,” he mocked your tone, lifting the fork away from your grasp, and pushing it towards your lips, which he caught himself staring at for a brief moment before flitting his gaze back up to your eyes. “i’m not eating until you do.”

with a sigh, you begrudgingly complied, anton taking a bite right after you, just as he had said. 

the two of you sat in silence for a while, reveling in each other’s presence, both still feeling that tug of tension from your lack of contact. anton, seemingly the most on edge, kept darting his gaze from you to the table in front of him, something urging him to say something, anything, but he was afraid.

the boy waited until you had finished your last bite before dropping his fork with a sigh, thinking of anything to say to you, before the worst words came out of his mouth. “so what’s up with you?”

of course, he had to ask that, intensifying the tension between the two of you. it had to be the dumbest thing he could’ve used to start a conversation with, the words only reminding you both of the game of ignorance anton was playing this past week. yet, feeling bad already that you were the one to initiate the break in distance between the two of you, and that you were already worried he was upset with you, he wanted to make sure he’d fully engage himself and his attention to just you— not that he doesn’t already do that. yet, the minute he spoke that simple question, the next minute he wished he could take it back.

“not much, i’ve been so busy with finishing these two projects, i feel like i’m going insane.” you quickly stole a bite of anton’s food, the boy side-eyeing you before shoving your prying hand away. “well, not fully insane yet, thanks to taeyoung. talking about my project, i was actually going to ask you—“

“oh, right. you’re working with taeyoung, i didn’t know you guys were that close.” what the fuck. anton mentally slapped himself for speaking without thinking, his tone carrying hints of sarcasm, letting his close-to-bursting thoughts out, immediately cutting your previous sentence off.

“yeah, i don’t know, it just happened? i mean, we always had classes together, and we have so much in common, which is crazy, but we never talked— well, not until we ran into each other at the store.”

unsure if he was triggered by the mere mention of taeyoung, or if he let the boys get to his head, anton dead-panned. “okay, so you guys are getting even more closer, like progressing your relationship, then.”

i need to shut the fuck up.

taken aback by his tone, void of any emotion except the hints of sarcasm in it, you let out a dry laugh. “where did you even get that from?”

“come on, yn. your relationships always start off like this— and i’m not saying this happens with every guy you talk to— but you’re always too nice to everyone, like you jump at any opportunity to get to know people, and it doesn’t help that taeyoung likes you.”

what the fuck. 

“who even said i’m looking for a relationship with him? i mean, we’re literally working on a project together, plus i’ve only known him for a week, i don’t even connect with him on a deeper level like i do with y— you know, like how i would want to connect if i ever got that far into a relationship.”

“look, i’m just saying, you jump into these without even thinking— like yes, you do see the red flags when they pop up, but you’re always too nice to these guys no matter how they treat you, and then they end up only seeing you as a friend.”

“why do you always get so invested whenever i start talking to a guy, it’s not like i do that with you, clearly.”

anton turned to you sharply, “oh, i’m so sorry that i’m worried for you.”

“worried about what?” you cried out. “i get being worried, but you don’t need to talk down about every guy that shows interest in me, i never did that with you, and look what happened to you.”

“okay, so now you’re turning this on me? because if i remember correctly you weren’t too fond of my past relationships either.”

“well, yeah, you’re coming at me for my relationship choices for no reason at all, when i wasn’t the one with someone who controlled my every move.”

“okay, and? that was one bad relationship,” anton shrugged, his shoulders tense at the sight of you mentioning his ex. “what about jinsik?”

“what about him?”

“despite how nice of a guy he was, it seemed like, at first jinsik was just using you to distract himself from his ex.”

“okay, well, so was i.”

“that’s bullshit, yn.” anton scoffed. “you weren’t even hung up over anyone like he was.”

your mind was racing, your heart beating faster than ever. you wanted to speak it out, but you didn’t, afraid that if you did, you’d ruin the entire friendship you had built up with anton. truth be told, you were using jinsik to distract yourself in the beginning. hell, you were sure you used any opportunity to talk to any other guy as a distraction. to distract yourself from anton’s presence— or lack of presence, seeing as, even then, he resulted in ignoring you.

though, there was more of a reason to anton’s absence, that being his ex-girlfriend, the same girl who had made it her mission to monitor who anton talked to, going far to the point where the boys were barely allowed to talk to him. yet, excluding this, there was always some foreign factor that irked you about their relationship. maybe it was the fact that he was quick to drop you and everything related to you, or maybe, as ricky had shouted into your ears one night while shaking your shoulders, it was jealousy. but you would never admit it— if it even was that.

“so is this the story that you cooked up about mine and jinsik’s relationship that you inputted into my friends’ minds? and, i don’t mind that you told the rest of them because they wouldn’t budge until they knew what was happening, but it’s the fact that you lied about it, telling them that he was shitty throughout the whole thing? that he ended things badly? because you of all people know it didn’t go like that, you were the only person who knew the whole scope because you’re the only person i could let in to see me vulnerable.”

anton paused. of course he knew the complete and true story to what happened between you and jinsik, he was there when you two ended things. the first thing you did was visit anton, hoping to distract yourself just by being in his presence, but he’s known you for 20 years, he could see right past your act, and you couldn’t bottle it up much longer. 

then, why did he exaggerate the story so much in his head? he knew you both had ended things mutually, despite jinsik being the one to initiate it, that you both didn’t feel a deeper connection with each other far past when you guys started talking. and it’s not that jinsik was a bad guy, in fact he was the opposite, he treated you with everything you deserved, anton saw it. he saw the way you two looked at each other, the way you leaned towards each other to whisper your conversations, the way he would speed walk to catch up to you in the hallways, smoothly intertwining your fingers together before bringing your joint hands together and kissing your knuckles, all while looking anywhere but at you, knowing he’d get embarrassed.

holy shit. 

it was like anton was solving one of those one thousand pieced-puzzles and finally found that one missing piece to finish it, which was probably hiding underneath the box.

that was the reason why he had noticed every small thing about you, especially when it came down to your relationships. why his senses seemed to reach its peak whenever he saw you with someone else, everything else in his surroundings becoming a blur. why he always had— and failed to fight— the urge to find something bad about the people you chose to involve yourself with, convincing himself that they weren’t good enough for you. and the reason why he couldn't get himself to find a deeper connection with anyone else.

he liked you. he likes you. anton lee had fallen victim to the falling for your best friend crap that he swore would only happen in the movies, or those stupid romance books you read— of course, you didn’t know he read all the ones you talked about, let alone how closely he would listen to you talk about them. 

“i . . .” anton trailed, unsure of what to say or how to respond to you, afraid that anything he would say would worsen matters. 

option one: fuck it and confess or option two: completely fuck it up.

“okay, so maybe i did see it from an exaggerated point of view,” option two: completely fuck it up. “but, to be fair, maybe i was just a bit . . . protective and concerned, so the lines between mutual break-up and horrible break-up were blurred.”

you shook your head slightly at anton trying to beat around his true reasoning, you never even wanted to confront him on the fact that he had stretched out the story of what happened between you and jinsik. yet, learning this yesterday on top of anton’s sudden spiteful attitude towards your relationship choices pushed you to pry into his reasoning more, a part of you knowing there was more on his mind that he wasn’t telling you. “still, there had to be some reason to that.”

anton immediately froze, his lips shut tightly together, he knew he couldn’t say it, even if this was a chance, he wasn’t willing to take it. oh, i was just jealous that you were with some guy that wasn’t me, no big deal!

only being answered by his silence and wandering eyes, prying into yours which were glossed up, overwhelmed with the entirety of the situation, you broke the silence with a deep sigh. you stood up, avoiding all eye contact with anton, and gathered all your things together before making a move for the front door. you felt like the two of you were playing some sort of mind game, driven by the lack of communication on both ends of your emotions, both of you holding back from speaking the truth.

“i should go,” you spoke out coarsely, slowly walking backwards to the door before turning to it. “you know, let you rest, plus, i need to get up early in the morning.” lie.

“yn,” anton whispered out, slowly standing up. you, idiot, just say it. tell her to stay, explain everything.

“no, it’s fine, i don’t want this to escalate, we’re just both overwhelmed, we’re fine,” you turned back to him briefly before walking to the front door, swiftly turning the handle, and shutting the door with a soft thud.

watching you walk out the door, anton cursed to himself, sitting back down onto his couch, his head in his hands. he hated this. he hated how right you were. he hated how you handled the situation. he hated how you stopped it before it got worse. he hated that he liked you.

but most of all, he hated how, despite how much he could confide in you for all these years, he couldn’t express his newly realized feelings for you.

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[type-girl]

xiao x reader | y/n

CW: NSFW! Biting, Love/Lust, Mixture of soft/rough smut, a little bit of fluff at the beginning! 18+

“These memories of you are driving me insane.”

He would exhale breathlessly as his golden hues met yours. You could feel your heart practically flutter, pairing up with your stomach that twisted itself tighter than a knot.

"Xiao..." you'd echo his name as he'd draw closer to you, his hand slithering past your waist and resting behind your trembling back. His gaze was heavy, his mind spiraling with thoughts you could never begin to comprehend. You'd clutch the rim of his sleeve while your free hand would graze against his chest as he'd lean into you. "What memories are you talking about?" you'd question soothingly, ushering him on.

"All of them.." his teeth would grit, pupils slitting in a snake-like manner. "Every time I think about you I can't help but think about how much I want to make you mine. I want you. I need you, Y/N." he'd shakily breathe, warm arousing breaths grazing your nape.

"You're joking, right?" you'd trail off, hands slightly fidgeting in anticipation.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

The words rang like a hollow bell. You'd pull back, facing him once more. His amber eyes were practically piercing into yours, but for some reason you couldn't bare to avert your gaze. Somehow, the cyan hues of the midnight sky illuminated his figure in an even more alluring sense. His lean physique outlined by the dimly moonlit rays that showered him from above. Whisps of teal and cerulean hair gently swayed in the chilled breeze as he'd shift his posture, creating distance between the both of you.

"I don't know what to do." his voice grew steadily quiet as his hands trailed down your waist, slowly withdrawing from it. No thought in your head had seemed to connect with your body as your hands would clasp his, immediately placing them on your hips once more. The two of you would stare at each other, seemingly locked in an unbreakable trance.

"Xiao." his name escaped your lips without a second thought. "I've been waiting for you to say those very words for the longest time. I thought for a moment this might be a dream." you'd coo as your hands traveled up his chest and behind his neck, interlocking them. The paleness of his skin would immediately flush in a color similar to that of a silk flower, as did yours. It was as if you were elementary students confessing your love for the first time, a sheepish aura settling between you both.

"But still" he'd begin, somehow his voice sounding a bit different. Your eyes slightly widening as his hands curled around you, practically leaving you inescapable from his embrace. His body was hot. Like... burning hot.

"Wait a minute- Xiao are you okay? Do you have a fever?" you'd exclaim in a sudden bout of surprise, stunted that you didn't recognize his temperature from before.

"No, I didn't think you would actually feel this way for me. I feel like I'm going mad even thinking about it." he'd reply, his sweet semi-husky voice grunting into your ear. As if you had been doused in a bath of alcohol, an overwhelming feverish feeling arose. Before you could say another word your legs would collapse from under you before you'd find yourself in a bridal carry.

"Where are we going?" you'd wrap your arms tightly around his neck as he'd pivot, turning and going through the entrance doors to the Wangshu Inn balcony.

"Somewhere, special."

You'd blink once, no, twice. You were in a completely different room rather the usual. "So this is where you sleep.." you'd mutter, before finding yourself being gently set upon a lavish, decorated bed. You'd clutch a hand to your chest as he'd draw closer to you, before pressing his lips into yours. At first it was just light pecks, which over time developed to soft moans and tongues intertwining with an almost vicious grace. You'd pull him near, back arching in a seductive manner. A small yelp of surprise escaped your parted lips as you'd feel a sudden stinging pain. Looking down, you could see him withdraw his lips, leaving behind a soft pink bruise that stained your skin. Butterflies thrashed in your stomach as he'd look up at you with an almost mind-eating gaze. It was always that look of his that would send you into a drunken stupor. His eyes staring into yours, not wavering even at the slightest of movements. He wanted nothing more than to devour you, yet you knew he held his patience. You'd sink your face into his now-tussled hair as his lips worked his way down your collarbone, chest, and stomach. You'd bite your own in an unfathomable excitement, toes curling at the slightest brush of skin to skin.

"Xiao..." you'd moan, your voice helplessly mewling as he'd fondle and caress your curves and sensitive spots. "Please, I want you, Xiao." you'd continue, whispering his name like a broken record. With each call, he'd seem to grow more and more enticed with his own desires to ravish you. His mouth gaped slightly, heaving pleasurable low groans as your hand would make way to his own. You'd start moving your hand with slow delicate strokes, his hips arching with each.

"Fuck..." he'd lean growling into your chest as you'd work your fingers around his throbbing cock. Each time it pulsed, precum seeped creating a warm slick between your hand and his tip. The two of you would continue to share kisses that grew with intensity, as your bodies emitted a sauna-like heat. You'd close your eyes as his lips pressed against your rosy cheeks before he'd draw his tongue over your lip, gently biting and sucking it. His groans were deep and heavy, you could tell he was practically at his brink. You'd pause, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing him back.

"Xiao, can you... put it in?" you'd shyly whisper. Xiao would pause, saying nothing before grabbing your hand and flipping you stomach-down against the bed. Clothes were stripped off in a matter of seconds as he'd prop your hips up, softly biting your thighs and ass. The sheets would ball into your fists as you'd clench them, tightening with each mark left upon your skin. Slick dripped down your drooling cunt as his fingers gently glided across it, prodding the entrance before slipping inside. "Mhhfm..!" you'd bite down on the sheets, burying your head in them as his fingers caressed your insides. As long minutes of his prying fingers stroked your core you could feel him withdraw his fingers before pressing his weeping cock against your pussy. "Xiao wait-" you'd mewl, feeling a slight bout of anxiety rise, but it was too late. He'd slam his member into you, the girth practically stretching you more than his fingers ever could have. Your eyes rolled as he'd mercilessly pound into you. Maybe this is what you got for making him wait so long. Knowingly teasing and hinting to him in the past. Your toes curled, legs locking up as the pleasure grew with intensity.

"Y/N.. I love you... I love you.." he'd pant as he'd lean pressing his torso into yours, his dick driving deeper into your hole. The warm rasps of his heavy breath tickled your ear, somewhat the desperation of his voice turned you on even more. More and more marks would be given upon your shoulders, back, and neck as he'd sink his teeth into your skin gently. You'd arch your back, raising your hips into each thrust. His cock continued to sloppily pound into your cunt, which had grown accustomed to his size.

"Fuck me, Xiao! Fuck me harder!" you'd finally break. His thrusting grew heavier and deeper, the slutty sounds echoing between you both. He'd grab your shoulder, flipping you over to face him. Your eyes widened, seeing his lustful face which was dripping in sweat. His eyes were practically illuminating in the dim light while his mouth partially agape, releasing heavy pants. Your hands slowly floated to his head, hands gliding pasts his cheeks and to his neck. You'd pull him into you, swaying your hips against his.

"We have all night, Y/N. Adepti have quite enhanced stamina compared to you humans.." he'd whisper, a seductive smile forming on his lips.

"Then I'm all yours." you'd return a lustful grin before locking your legs behind his back.

For some reason it was easy writing this TIL the smut scene, I'm not sure if it was necessarily needed with 'this' playlist, but it is what it is.

Anyways, Xiao is definitely vanilla, but I feel like him being an Adepti would give him more beastial features (biting?) Not sure.

Anyways, this is a new format I'm trying out with using playlists as inspiration between characters. Hope this was enjoyable to an extent! Sadly the story didn't entirely reflect the title, but I'll work on revolving around that in later stories.

[stargirl1nlude]

I Only Have Eyes For You

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Cop!Ellie Williams x Fem Drug Dealer!Reader

Summary: Ellie Williams is a cop, a damn good cop at that, but after spotting you at a party she isn't so sure anymore. You consume her thoughts and drive her insane, but for some reason she can't help but chase you.

Warnings/Notes: Mentions of drug dealing, reader is feminine presenting, modern AU, no outbreak, suggestive themes?, most likely inaccurate terminology for police work (I'm sorry), most definitely unrealistic situations, reader is possibly some kind of unearthly being??, Ellie is assumed to be older than reader, if this does well they'll be multiple parts and like future smut

Enjoy!

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Ellie hated house parties. She hated all these fresh out of college students still acting like they were at frat parties and having to deal with noise complaints. Tonight however she was showing up under a different reasoning. She had been given a series of anonymous tips that there was an up and coming drug dealer in the area and with one of these parties going on she was hoping to catch her person.

At the sound of banging on the door and bright red and blue lights coming from what could only be a cop car, the party goers had all dashed out the back door leaving you by yourself in the now abandoned house. "You've got to be kidding me" you mumbled to yourself as the front door opened up and in came the awaited police officer.

"Stupid fucking kids" Ellie sighed as she stepped over and around the solo cups that littered the sticky floors before making her way into the living room where a girl stood, facing away from her. "Hello?" Ellie called out to the girl from the large entryway of the living room.

You took a deep breath before thinking out what you were going to do. Pulling down your lacy plum colored tank top to expose more of your chest you turned around with a charming and slightly seductive smile "Hi there officer, anything I can help you with?" You asked, trying to keep calm as the woman approached you.

"Yes actually, are you the owner of this house?" Ellie asked, her hands shoved into the sides of her uniforms bullet proof vest. The house felt eery with none of the other people in it, the fact that whoever owned the place wasn't big on cleaning either didn't help.

"I am not, I'm so sorry, but is there anything I can help you with?" You internally slapped yourself. Why on earth would you ask that? You had one goal, to get out of here without getting caught and here you were just asking to get interrogated. In a better attempt to keep calm, you kept that little smile and looked over the cop before you, not failing to recognize that she was most certainly attractive.

Ellie took a deep breath. What kind of hosts would abandon their house at the sound of a singular cop car? These kids clearly hadn't grown out of college yet and it was making Ellie's job increasingly difficult. "Yeah sure. The station has been given a series of anonymous tips on drug deals going on in the area and I was hoping to maybe get a lead at one of these parties" Ellie responded, her tone serious and stern as she looked down at the other woman, she too noticing the other ones beauty.

"Ah, must be a hard job" You answered, just making conversation at this point. Your goal now was to either seduce or talk your way out of this so with a bite of your lower lip and an innocent look up at the officer before you, you started to execute said plan.

"Not really" Ellie responded, staying serious but noting the way you acted, she knew what you were doing but didn't mention it, filing that thought away as a simple 'she might be who I'm looking for, or at least know who I am looking for'. "So, have you taken or sold any drugs tonight?" She asked, getting straight to the big questions.

'Fuck' you thought, this cop was no nonsense. "I would never." You lied straight through your teeth. "You can even pat me down if you don't believe me." Why did you just say that? You were on a roll tonight that's for sure.

"Well it is a part of protocol." Ellie noted, slightly to you but mostly to herself "Alright this will be quick, arms out" She said sternly, gesturing for you to hold your arms out by your sides which you did and she felt along them before moving to pat down your torso, back, and sides. She then knelt down slightly as she moved to feel down your legs, making work down your calves through the flared jeans.

"Could've just said you wanted to cop a feel." You joked slightly, trying your best to keep with your plan as you saw her stand back to her full height.

"Let's keep this professional, yeah?" She responded as she looked back down at you. "You're clear but I am going to need some form of ID." She continued, it was late and the last thing she wanted to do was be here, desperately wanting to get back home and pass out.

You sighed internally at that. This officer could NOT see your ID. If she ran it through the system she would definitely see you'd been convicted of drug related crimes before and you'd be on the radar for this mystery dealer that the police department had been after. "I'm so sorry but I don't have it on me." You said in a more sultry tone, stepping an inch closer, putting your chest further on display for the other woman.

"You don't have any form of identification on you?" She asked, eyebrow raised in suspicion. That previously filed away thought being brought to the forefront of her mind as she took a step back to create that distance between the two of you again.

"Well I might but do you really need to do this? I mean my pat down was clear so why run my ID?" You said, a slight pout on your lips as you took another step forward running your hands up the sides of Ellie's arms.

"It is standard procedure." She stated, swallowing thickly as she felt your hands on her. "Do not touch me, I could arrest you for fraternizing with an officer on duty." She said sternly but she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy your touch, maybe as far as wanting it to continue.

As if reading her mind, you ignored her request, bringing your hands up to the muscles between her shoulders and neck, massaging slightly. "You wouldn't do that." You whispered, leaning completely into this seductive role, having a strong feeling that you could win over the cop. "So tense." You muttered lowly, kneading the knots in her shoulder muscles.

Ellie suppressed a groan at the relieving feeling of your skilled hands on her sore muscles. "You know this is extremely inappropriate behavior?" She responded, however not telling you to stop because it felt too good to ask for you to stop now.

"I know but it would kill me to leave you in this state, all tense and sore." You said back, whispering your words seductively into her ear knowing it would break her. You skillfully continued to massage the area in calculated circles.

"I could arrest you." Ellie mumbled but was yet to make any action to do so, not even attempting to grab the handcuffs from her holster as she let you continue your movements on her shoulders, trying to keep the relaxed noises in her throat at bay.

"You could, but don't you want this?" You whispered, your voice that of a temptress. A true siren in disguise as a human, luring Ellie away from her job to in turn benefit yourself and leave unscathed whereas Ellie would be in a worse spot on her case.

Ellie let a small groan slip, blushing slightly for having done so. She needed to put a stop to this but she just couldn't, it felt too good. "I am on duty right now." She said in hopes of reminding you but in all actuality it was more to remind herself not to fall for this and to stay on task.

Choosing to ignore that comment in hopes of finally slipping away from the cop you made a risky move. "Come back to my place." You whispered in her ear, your voice sultry and smooth, warm breath fanning down Ellie's neck. Your hands having moved to the back of her neck to massage there instead, your actions seeming almost to perfected, like each one had it's own specific reasoning.

"I cannot, I am working" She had almost entirely given in, showing her want for you as she relaxed into your touch. Her words saying something completely different from her body language and truly her own thoughts. She almost craved this touch and when you dropped your hands it solidified this thought.

This had worked almost too well, You dropped your hands back down and took a step away from Ellie. "Fine then, see you officer." You said charmingly as you left her with one final touch on her shoulder before making your way out, hips swaying slightly as you walked through the front door.

Ellie knew she should have stopped you, should have arrested you and brought you back to the station but she didn't. "Fuck" she said to herself as she rushed to the front door, exiting the house to try and find you on the street but you were gone. Completely gone, having disappeared into the night without a single trace.

Ellie was going crazy.

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a/n: First fic!! please if you would be so kind as to tell me what you think, that would be so helpful! this is a thought that has been playing through my head for like weeks and I thought "huh might as well step out of my comfort zone and share it with the world" so that has brought us here and idk I'm pretty happy with it

[softspeirs]

Relief, forrrrr... a certain Major Egan? 😊

A/N: You and @blikebarbie92 both had the same idea, and I'm happy to oblige! I have something else brewing for these two coming (hopefully) later today, so here's a little precursor. If anyone else wants to send a prompt, send me something from this list!

three. afterwards.

He's trying really hard not to think about after.

Some days it's harder than others. It's especially hard on mail call days. He watches Buck's face completely transform as he devours word after word from Marge, and while he can't blame him, it makes something sour curdle in his gut.

Because where does he belong in all this? In the after?

The buzzing in between his ears to get out, get out grows louder every day, and every day he feels panic begin to brew when he thinks he might not be in this with Buck, not totally.

He doesn't want to do anything stupid, but he doesn't want to sit here for god knows how long, either.

But Buck has other things to live for. He has Marge, and he has a wedding to plan, and it makes him careful, careful in a way that Bucky can't feel.

He stopped feeling careful about this, his life, somewhere around jumping out of a plane and freezing in stillness in some German swamp.

He's not too far gone yet to recognize he's becoming hard, so he tries he best to be the person he was before. He plays cards with Crank and Murph (and no, he's not trying too hard to make up for the echo of an angry conversation that happened right before the mission from hell, though it did replay over and over in his mind as he watched Crank's ship go down that day. (Jesus Christ, Crank, it's a war! Are you flying today, or not? / Yeah. / Yes, sir.)

It helps, for a little while.

But then they're told about an escape attempt, and they're not-so-subtly threatened, and he sees Buck tense beside him, back ramrod straight at attention, only a brief glace over at Bucky like he actually thinks Bucky is going to make a run for it as they speak.

He's not that stupid, and he's not that depressed. Not yet.

Still, nothing sets a fire blazing in him like the day he comes back to find their hut completely ransacked. It's fury like he can't explain - they do this to them all the time. It shouldn't be anything new or shocking.

It's just -- his jacket is dumped on the floor, and the one thing he notices when he picks it up and dusts it off is that the half-squashed, yellowing daisy that was tucked neatly into his breast pocket is gone.

It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. He doesn't even know why he kept it, except that it started to feel like a sign, something tethering him back to who he was before, when he was just standing in a pub doorway with flowers for a pretty girl.

A girl who he stared and stared at, never daring to say anything too flirtatious in case her father was looming over her shoulder, daring any pilot to get too close.

But that day it had been just her, and him. And while he had apologized for telling her not to get too attached and apologized for getting angry because she wouldn't let him get drunk off his face after Buck went down, she had pressed a flower into his hand and a kiss to his cheek.

So he's furious, when he can't find it. There's been no promises made. He doesn't get letters, doesn't send them either, but it had been there, a reminder of the man he used to be.

And now it's gone.

"Jesus Christ, Bucky." DeMarco says, pushing past him. "What? What happened?"

Bucky realizes he's white knuckling the table in the middle of the room. "Nothing."

"Did they find something?" Benny's face is hard, urgent. "I'm serious - if you need to tell us--"

"No. Nothing. I just-- we only have a few belongings to our sorry names and they do this? Why--" He stops himself, hands on his hips. He's overreacting. He knows it. Can't help it.

How does he explain without sounding absolutely insane?

"I had something in my pocket. From someone back home. I--" He's astonished with himself when his voice cracks.

DeMarco's face falls. He doesn't crack a joke, he doesn't do anything to make Bucky feel worse than he already does.

"What is it? I'll help, we'll keep lookin'--"

And so they sit there, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb, while Buck and Frank and Crank come in too, and without more than a quiet word and sharp look from Benny, they start helping.

"There," Murphy says, dropping to one knee near Bucky's bunk, his hands cradling a small, wilted flower. It looks like nothing, like something they would have swept up with the garbage if not for Bucky's panicked energy.

The relief he feels at seeing it is overwhelming. To their credit, the other guys turn away, they don't ask him any questions, they don't ask what's wrong with him that he's getting this upset over a flower.

He takes it gently between his large palms, and imagines he can still smell its sweet scent, long gone.

To him, it's a talisman of better days that has miraculously stayed with him through all the hell he went through to get here to Stalag Luft III, and he feels a piece of him settle back into place when he places it in between pages of a battered notebook he's taken to carrying with him and keeping under his mattress at night.

Later, he'll tell Buck about it. He'll tell him about her, and how she had given him a small hope that someone might miss him, however fleeting their exchange had been.

He clears his throat, thanks his guys.

The rest of the night that relief courses through his veins like adrenaline. It makes him think maybe there is an after for him, that there's something out there that he's still fighting for, even if it's happening on the ground instead of the air.

[corrodedbisexual]

@steviesbicrisis your Steddie Eurovision brainrot never left my brain, so now I'm thinking about Eddie going for the ultimate love confession by learning Stefano's song (Duolingo lessons paid off somewhat, he's got the pronunciation down at least and the lyrics can be memorized). He rearranges it into a beautiful metal power ballad, rents a studio, and they record the cover overnight (bless his bandmades for indulging his insanity when they could be out partying like the rest of the Eurovision crowd, but they end up having fun with it, too). Eddie uploads the song to their Spotify before he can chicken out and goes to bed to scream into his pillow.

Steve wakes up to about a hundred notifications of people texting him and tagging him in posts about Corroded Coffin's new cover track. He listens to it several times making sounds absolutely unbecoming of a grown man that he is, and kicking his feet, and texting Robin in all caps and heart emojis because he's absolutely GONE for that low gravelly voice singing HIS song. (Robin, who's currently in the US, texts him back a picture of her bedside clock showing 4AM, with a deadpan emoji. But then also "go get your man dingus" and an eggplant emoji.)

Later that day Eddie attends Steve's concert at a club, hoping to blend in with the crowd, but Steve notices him just as he's about to close with his Eurovision number, grins wide and says, "I think there's someone in the audience who might help me put a twist on this one. Hey Australia, get your ass on stage."

Before Eddie's brain even catches up with what's happening, there are lights on him, the crowd recognize him and all cheer and whoop and whistle; news travels lightning fast in the village, so all the Eurovision fans present have heard his cover already and are thrilled about what they're about to witness. Eddie's being pushed forward, his feet helplessly dragging him towards the stage, and there's an electric guitar shoved into his arms by someone.

It's only thanks to years of experience and muscle memory that Eddie manages to tune the guitar while his brain short circuits about being right next to this gorgeous man, hair a mess, neck all sweaty and shiny from the stage lights. And then he's playing, Steve's band follow his lead, and Steve sings the verses himself but pulls Eddie in for the choruses. They are both singing into the same mic, pressed together back to back, Steve's face and LIPS so fucking close the entire time, their cheeks almost touching, making Eddie buzz from more than just stage adrenaline.

The whole audience joins in on what was supposed to be the final chorus, Steve and Eddie turned around now to almost face each other; Steve throws an arm around his shoulders and grins so wide and dazzling as he sings, eyes moving between the crowd and Eddie, and Eddie can't stop grinning back at him; holy fuck, the man is so beautiful like this, Eddie never wants this to end. He repeats the chorus tune on the guitar over and over, changing up the rhythm to go faster and faster on what was initially a slow ballad, matching his own accelerating heartbeat. Steve's grin is absolutely brilliant as he matches Eddie's pace perfectly in this little improv, despite the lyrics going so fast now Eddie would never be able to do that, but Steve practically breaks into a rap by the end of it and he's ON FIRE. The crowd is going wild, everyone jumping up and down and just high pitch screaming when the lyrics get too fast for them to follow, too.

Eddie ends it with a quick improv guitar solo, Steve's eyes on him the entire time, wide and shining as he not quite headbangs, but keeps nodding to the rhythm. Then, with the final chord still ringing out, Steve leans into the mic to sing the chorus one last time a capella, slow and soft. The club immediately goes quiet as everyone listens, mesmerized, and so does Eddie. God, this man has a beautiful voice.

Steve's eyes are closed for the most of it, but they open on the final line and land on Eddie as he sings it, and Eddie remembers the translation of it. "Would you let me love you like it's our last night on this planet?" He is so gone, gone, GONE. When the set ends, and they both bow to the audience whose cheers are near deafening, it's only the fact that every single person has their phones out to record the performance that stops Eddie from kissing the guy right there on that stage.

Steve drags him backstage and slams him into a wall the moment they're out of sight, and it's kinda funny how they are making out like horny teenagers before they even had a single conversation, but after all, music speaks louder than any words.

[modelbus]

okay, i might be late but— would you consider writing a pt 2 of the ranboo x player!male!reader oneshot? tysm for your work ❤

Of course! I wasn’t exactly sure where to take it, but I did my best!

Check out part 1!

Pairing: Ranboo x M!Reader

Interesting Interview Part 2

You were crazy. This was crazy.

You had been messaging Ranboo for months now, and you two had spent countless hours just talking. It felt insane to even think about how it all started: with just one little interview. And what was even more insane? You were in his city for a game.

They could be minutes or hours away right now, and you could meet up with them. Sure, the two of you had joked about it, but nothing serious. Yet here it was. Your chance to meet him in the flesh after so many years. Of course, you had seen images of him online. Him in general, really. His streaming was going incredibly well, and you loved to message him stupid things during a stream to see how he'd react. And in return, Ranboo messaged you during interviews or games.

"Get your head in the game, kid." Your coach says when you take a swig of water. "Leave the thinking until after we win."

"Yes, coach."

It was hard, of course. Ever since the moment he first messaged you it seemed all you could think about was if there would be a message waiting for you the next time you checked your phone. It was like an addiction. Part of you wondered if this was what internet fame felt like. For every notification you got, a rush went through your veins.

Somehow, you managed to not let it affect your playing. The second you stepped in front of that net was the second your mind tuned everything but the game out. There's a reason you're such a good player, and this was it.

This and the fact that Tik Tokers made a shit ton of thirst traps.

The game goes by smoothly, exactly like your coach had predicted it would. The other team was victim to patterns of play, a weakness your team knew how to exploit well.

So, you walk off with a victory secured and a mind free enough to think about Ranboo and the lack of messages your phone had.

"What's got you all upset looking? We won, man. Would it kill you to look happy?" One of your teammates asks, a grin on his face.

"Did we win? I hadn't noticed." You joke back, taking the towel he offered you to wipe the sweat off your brow.

"Are you going back to the hotel with us? I think most of us are just planning on sleeping."

"I-"

You're cut off by a commotion nearby, making you turn your head toward it.

"I'm not going to get him." Someone you recognize as one of the people working here says.

"No, I swear I know him!" A second voice says, one that sounds weirdly familiar.

Whoever the second guy is, he's being blocked by the worker. You can only assume the worker is talking to someone from the crowd, up in the stands. Maybe they got a little bit too upset their favorite team lost?

"You and everyone else. Get out of here before I call security."

The worker turns away, giving you a clear look at the fan. A fan that, with a gray mask covering the lower half of his face, was incredibly familiar to you.

"Ranboo?!" You exclaim.

They light up, waving. "I told you I knew him!" You jog over, waving off the worker. "What are you doing here?!"

"I was going to surprise you, but man did I underestimate how hard it was to actually get your attention."

"You could've just texted me!"

"I did?"

You look down at your phone, opening your mouth to tell him that you had no new messages, when you pause. An icon you overlooked earlier was very clearly shown on your phone: it was on do not disturb.

"Oh my God." You groan to yourself. "I had my phone on silent."

Ranboo laughs, his eyes scrunching up. He's wearing a mask, but you assume under it they're smiling. "See! I'm not the idiot here!"

"No way, it's still you! You came and surprised me at my own game, then nearly got murdered by security! You do realize that you'll have to wait at least half an hour for me to get out of here, too, right?"

"I wanted to see you play. Which, good job, by the way. You weren't too bad."

"Thanks, I really strive not to be too bad." You glance around the emptying area before looking back at Ranboo. "I'll meet you at the parking lot in thirty?"

"I thought you said thirty was the minimum."

"I'll speedrun, just for you."

They laugh again, and you can't help but laugh with them. This is way better than making him laugh on a call.

"I'm timing you, starting now."

You swear, turn, and make a mad dash for where your team disappeared to.

Exactly thirty-two minutes later, you're walking up to Ranboo in the parking lot, entirely out of breath. Although your coach gave a relatively short talk, it felt like forever when you knew Ranboo was right outside.

"You're late!" Ranboo calls out to you as a greeting.

"Fuck!"

"That means you have to follow my plan for the rest of the day."

"When did I agree to that?!"

"Don't worry about it. First, we obviously have to walk to the ice cream place I promised you was the best in the world."

"Obviously." You nod. "My team was planning to pass out at our hotel, so this better be better than that nap."

"Way to set me up for failure." Is his joking response. "Quick question for you."

"Shoot."

"Do you come here often?" He nods back to where you had come from.

The smile you erupt into is surely stupidly large, but you can't help yourself. This was your guys' thing. When you shared it with that interviewer, you never could've imagined it leading to this.

"Only for the balls."

But you're damn glad it did.

[gretchensinister]

Babylon 5 rewatch, S1 E6: Mind War

Purrrrple

Quiet for a whole week on B5? Don't say it out loud!

Sounds like being a telepath is like living in my apartment

"Hi we're here to be extremely sinister"

I should have thought of making a PsiCorp badge in my high school 3D art jewelry unit. It would have been easier than what I actually did.

For anyone who doesn't know, Bester's name is that because of Alfred Bester, the author of a novel named The Stars My Destination which I HIGHLY recommend (just, keep in mind the publication year) though it doesn't have anything to do with B5 Bester's character.

The PsiCorp situation reminds me of a milder version of the Fulcrum system in NK Jemisin's Broken Earth Trilogy (even MORE recommended).

I might have said it already but I really love G'Kar's costume. Also I like how he's getting to be a little more subtle in this episode.

Bester is so fucking creepy I literally watched an episode of Star Trek TOS today and I didn't recognize Walter Koenig at first in this role.

I...hmm...I think that Ironheart was perhaps justified in killing the researcher that was keeping him prisoner...not seeing that as a sign of insanity.

Ironheart's not wearing gloves! (More details about why that's a big deal come later in the series.)

Not the point of this scene, but imagine getting lost in a cornfield on Babylon 5.

Was this my first encounter with a description of spiritually intense sci-fi sexual intimacy? Probably it was, have no idea what would have been earlier. The influence of B5...

FIRST ONES SPOTTED

G'Kar character depth added!

Thank u for punching Bester, Sinclair. It would have been so much easier in the future if Ironheart had disintegrated him, too, though.

This ascension of Ironheart into some godlike being is something that stuck with me ever since I saw it the first time...

So many big secrets being established in this episode

I love G'Kar's little speech in favor of mystery in the universe. This is definitely my favorite episode so far

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1 HOUR LONG RUN?! HE WOULDNT FARM THAT LONG WOULD HE?

He doesn’t recognize the bony ravagers lol. “You gotta feed the ravagers they’re skins and bones!” LOL.

Also the amount of cards he has is just visually intimidating.

The joy in his voice every time loot n scoot plays.

He just can’t stop hitting these pressure plates. LOL HE THREW A BERRY INSTEAD OF THE COMPASS. dude needs to stop jumping onto the pressure plates. He’s just booking it out because he’s scared. And of course he gets bounding strides as he is being chased by a ravager to go right over the jump boost wall. HOW DID HE FALL IN JUMP BOOST?!? THERES LITERALLY A JUMP BOOST BYPASS FOR THE CHAIN PARKOUR. AND HE DOES IT AGAIN!!! DOES HE NOT KNOW ABOUT THE PATH? He could have made it on the second try but now the ravager’s there.

Ravager ping pong is always so funky to watch. What do you mean very hard to do with bounding strides etho please. THERES A BYPASS SPECIFICALLY FOR BOUNDING STRIDES. how does he fall into the same pit 3 times WITH bounding strides. HE GOT BOUNDING STRIDES AGAIN?!? AND HES GOING TO WAIT FOR IT TO END BEFORE GETTING OUT?!? WHY. I’m having a breakdown watching this. I’m losing my mind. Tango is also correct; there’s other ways besides the chain parkour and he has jump boost AND armor. He can take 2 ravager hits. “But they’re not blocked because you have jump boost, skippy” TANGO LOL.

Is this really our champion. The best player. The winner of phases 3 and 4?

“We’re going to get it first try” *takes berry damage* AND HE FALLS DOWN FOR FOURTH TIME. THE RAVAGER ISNT EVEN INTERESTED IN HIM ANYMORE BUT GETS LINE OF SIGHT BECAUSE HE LINGERED TOO LONG ON THE WRONG END. How does someone fall into the same pit 5 times. He was almost out of there. “How many times can I fail this?” “You’ve surprised me so far” Tango absolutely obliterating this man. Good. And he finally realizes the jump boost bypass. The regret in his voice. Delicious. He’s begging, weeping and wailing and cowering in the pit. Keep it coming this is fantastic. “I’m safe to come up now” as the ravagers wanders closer LOL. THE DUNGEON TRULY IS YANKING HIS CHAIN HAHAHAA. where are your Jedi mind tricks now Etho? Look at him yelling and pleading with the ravager. Pearl logging in just to roast him. We love it. NOW THERE ARE TWO RAVAGERS LOL. IM LAUGHING SO HARD IM CRYING. He’s overloaded with sounds and no one has any pity for him. We’re too busy laughing. Kangaroo Master LOL. NUMBER 6 HAHAHA

lackey on demand for 30 crowns honestly not a bad idea. LET HER IN!! LET HER KILL! 7 times. This is a farce. “That was a bad booping.” That llama idea by Pearl is brilliant. The shame, the humiliation of dying by being literally spat on. Definitely should be the path of the coward death. Meatball and Snausages LOL.

New plan to live in the dungeon? DUNGEON LET’S PLAY CUB HAHAHA.

AND TANGO GOES IN JUST TO PUNCH HIM. OH MY GOD. PEAK COMEDY. “I can’t believe this. It’s ridiculous at this point. What are you doing?” Eat your own words Etho.

AND HE’S OUT!!! AFTER LIKE 20 MINUTES. Is he literally going to go camp the berry bush. Just live in the treat or trick hut. I’m losing it. IS HE GOING TO RUTSY? I HATE HIM SO MUCH. 12 CROWNS AND 53 EMBERS?!?! DIE. “Just a little more berries and I’ll go just trust me IM GOING Don’t let Gem in” most pathetic man ever.

HES JUST BEELINIG TO ALL BERRIES LOL. AND THE RAVAGER IN THE WATER HAZARD IN THE CRYPT AGAIN. NOT AGAIN. NOT THIS CAMPING AGAIN.

“Oh no you might hit max clank soon” tango stop LOL. “Which year?” LOL. THE HAZARD BERRY BUSH IS INSANE. IT REGREW INSTANTLY TWICE. AND HES JUST THROWING COINS AND KEYS INTO THE LAVA.

AND HE FAILS!! AND DIES TO A VEX!! YAY!!!! GET HIM GEM!!! GET HIS ASS!!

A lava bucket at max clank! Making it worse for himself! Etho’s run was so long that the server died HA.

This run as long as one of my reaction posts.

[blood-and-pizza]

I've long since come to the realization that Freddy Fazbear isn't the first bear I was obsessed with in my life. There have been many other bears before him, and I'd like to talk about that if I may.

I was born in 1985, so Care Bears was definitely around then. I mostly watched the cartoons growing up. I didn't own any Care Bear dolls or merch. Instead, my big obsession as a toddler was a different bear.

Teddy Ruxpin was my religion as a toddler. I watched the cartoon and had all the VHS tapes. I had Teddy and his tapes and books, and I even had his best friend, Grubby. The lore of Teddy Ruxpin's world fascinated me. It still does. I genuinely wish I could reboot the cartoon personally so it can finally get more than one season. Oh, and I had a Baby Teddy Ruxpin doll that talked when you squeezed its hand. Dad told me the only way he could tell I was asleep at night was when Baby Teddy stopped talking.

I also watched The Muppets a great deal growing up. Poor Fozzie Bear. I related to him because he tried so hard to please people, and he got heckled and bullied for it. Imagine being an autistic little girl in the 90's, when you were undiagnosed because autism wasn't widely recognized or understood back then, and you're desperately trying to figure out the illogical and insane culture of neurotypicals. You bend over backwards trying to please everyone, but no matter how hard you try, no matter what you say, no matter how desperately you stand up for yourself, everyone sees you as a crybaby, a joke, and a target for abuse. Maybe that sounds really heavy, and it is. The point I'm making is that little me was really going through it, so when I saw Fozzie getting heckled or abused, I saw myself in him and really hated seeing him suffer. Also, I LOVED Muppet Babies and the early Muppet movies as a kid. I had Muppet Babies toys as a child, including a Christmas-themed Baby Fozzie I got from McDonald's.

Yogi Bear was another bear I genuinely liked. I remember the disaster that was "Yo! Yogi". If you don't know what that show is, prepare yourself for the most painfully 90's cashgrab cartoon ever produced. I prefer classic Yogi shorts and any old Hanna Barbera films that feature him. I'm still not sure what the deal is with Boo Boo. Why is he so small? Anyway... I've watched some of the Jellystone series and really like how they treat ALL the characters on that show, including Yogi. I need to catch up on that series...

Being a 90's kid, of COURSE I watched Gummi Bears as a kid. That theme song slapped! And I loved pretending to drink Gummi berry juice and "bouncing" around the room. My favorite character back then was Gruffy. For some reason, he reminded me of my father... or what I wished my father could be. I know that might sound silly. I haven't watched Gummi Bears in a very long time. I don't know how I'd feel about Gruffi now... I do know, however, that even as a child, I found Gusto Gummi very attractive. I have no comments on the others since I can't remember a damn thing.

Another Disney cartoon I was very obsessed with was Darkwing Duck. For a good chunk of my life, I was in the Darkwing Duck fandom. There is a bear character on that show who I'm actually secretly fond of... Vladimir Goudenov Gryzlikoff is a bear with a Russian accent, and the chief agent of SHUSH, personally assisting Chief J. Gander Hooter and even standing in for him when need be. He, as a stickler for proper SHUSH procedure, exists solely to be a pain in the ass for wildcard Darkwing Duck. Darkwing, of course, is a pain in the ass to him in return. BOTH are equally stubborn men who actually make a decent team when they cooperate. They're amazing foils for each other. I guess you could say they're frenemies? Yeah.

Those are all the bears I can think of off the top of my head. If I remember any others, I'll follow up with another post.

[earlgreytea68]

I 100% am every bit as confused as you, about SMFS getting snubbed for the Grammys this year.

Personal opinions aside, it's their highest rated album to date, if Metacritic is anything to go by. They do just as much experimentation on this album as they did on Mania, while still sounding very THEM, which is an insane tightrope to walk. You'd think SMFS would be a shoo-in, if any album was, and I just don't get why it wasn't even nominated.

Did they really think that recognizing both Paramore AND FOB at the same time would cause the world to implode, because that would mean they think "emo" music is actually a respectable genre full of talented people?

I just, have so many questions...

I have a couple of theories. One is that people just weren't paying attention. The Lana Del Rey comment I posted was because that album did get massive Grammy love and came out on the very same day as SMFS so it was easy for SMFS to get totally lost underneath that. I remember Spotify sending me emails on that day urging me to listen to the new Lana Del Rey album, an artist i'd listened to a grand total of like sixteen times over the years lol and I never got a single email about SMFS being released. Which could have been because I already had it on repeat but I suspect it was because there was money being paid to promote the Lana Del rey album and I further suspect there was much less money behind SMFS promotionally.

The second theory is kind of connected to the first though in that I suspect being technically out of contract hurts them in this kind of promotional place like awards shows. As I understand their situation from the outside, it seems like this was a one record deal, not a long-term contract. I think that's exactly what they wanted and they're happy with it -- they have seemed and sound delighted with the freedom -- but I think it leaves them a little out in the cold around awards shows like the Grammys, which I suspect require a record label push.

I've made all of this up hahahah. It might all be wrong. But you're right that the album got strong reviews so I suspect it just got lost. And mania didn't because it was still on a long term contract and also had a number one debut (SMFS opened at number six and so didn't make as big of a splash for them). I remember watching a YouTube review of it at some point by some random guy, who even knows who it was, but he said something like "this album is really good and really interesting, I just don't know how many people are still paying attention to fall out boy." I feel like they needed a huge mainstream promotional push to get over that and they didn't get it.

But I also do not want to throw the record label under the bus because I'm also not entirely sure they care. And I mean that in all honesty. The lyric about "I must be getting old 'cuz I'm less pissed we didn't make it on your year-end best list" is a true one, I suspect. Like sure, they would love glory, who doesn't hahaha. But they made exactly the album they wanted and I think it was already bigger than they expected so it's all gravy. They didn't NEED the push -- and probably didn't ask for one -- because the fans turned out even more than I think they expected, and they were touched and delighted and I really think it's all cool.

And the album is still fantastic, of course.

(I always kind of suspected the mania nomination wasn't actually for mania anyway but just a general acknowledgement of fob still being around. That's how awards shows can be.)

[elly99]

us without me V: sleep

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 5 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged.

The combination of street lamps and car headlights nearly blinds you as you step back outside. It was colder than you were expecting. Noticing your discomfort, she locks arms with you and pulls you close.

“I know it’s a little cold but do you wanna take the long way home and walk by the river?”

“Sure,” you muttered. “That sounds nice.”

“I’ll keep you warm! Don’t worry!” she reassures.

You knew she could tell you were still a little upset. Your heart melts knowing she was doing her best to lift your mood. But you remain silent. You didn’t quite know what to say. You didn’t even know if there were words to describe how you were feeling.

She continues to lead the way, guiding you through streets you couldn’t recognize, though their names were familiar. Everything just felt like a blur. And all the while she had her arm around yours. Even if it felt real, even if you wanted it to mean something more, you reminded yourself that you’d stopped pretending you were hers any longer.

After a few minutes she finally breaks the silence.

“You ok?” she asks, turning to you but avoiding eye contact. Her voice was as sweet as ever.

“Oh, yeah! It’s just… a lot to take in.” Your gaze falls to the ground as you take a deep breath.

Then she turns to you. “Mia, I’m really sorry. I…”

“Hey, no,” you cut her off. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be acting this way. I’m really happy for you, Min. I hope you know that.”

She nods with a smile.

“It’s just that…” You pause to find the right words. “It’s a combination of a lot of things. It’s just hard to believe that soon you’ll be an idol and I just know you’ll be sooo busy. You’re gonna be a celebrity. Like, that’s insane to me. One day we’re high school kids and the next you’re suddenly… a star. Everyone will know you.”

“You don’t know that. We might not even make it big.”

“I don’t buy that for a second. The world’s gonna love you, Minj.”

She smiles again but this time not at you. Still, you catch what seems like a subtle blush on her cheek as she looks away.

“But that’s just it. I feel like I’m losing my best friend to the world somehow. I have no clue what I’m even gonna be doing next year. Meanwhile, you’ve got it all planned out. I just feel… left behind, I guess. Especially since you’ll be gone on your birthday. It’ll be the first time we won’t celebrate it together. It just feels like a turning point and I just…”

Sensing that your emotions were boiling over, she quickly drops her bags and wraps her arms around you. Behind her you see the reflection of the full moon in the Han river come into view.

“…feel so alone.”

“But you’re not alone, Mimi.” She gently rubs your back to the rhythm of the waves on the water. “I’ll always be here for you, ok?”

Only silent tears in response. But she doesn’t see them.

“Yes, I’ll be busy and yes, I’ll be away a lot. But I’ll never leave, ok?”

“Ok,” is all you can muster.

“I love you.”

“I… love you.”

“I’m not gonna leave. You’ll always have me by your side. I promise you that.”

And I promise one day I’ll get over you. But not tonight.

-

The long walk home was filled with silence. Both of you wanting to reassure the other, but neither of you knowing what to say. So you both just shuffle along awkwardly, arms still locked but less tight than before, until your house heaves into view. You notice the lights still on as you approach.

“I guess they’re still up.” You gesture to the bags in your hand holding your new jeans. “I’ll quickly drop these off and pack my things.”

“Mmm. But you have clothes at my place, you know?”

“Toiletries?”

“I have everything, bro.”

“Cool. I’ll just go say good night, then.”

“Me, too. I’ll come with you.”

It was difficult having her around in front of your family. You always had to pray they didn’t catch the way you looked at her. The way you fell apart when she looked at you. To avoid that situation entirely you run upstairs and leave everything in your room while she makes conversation with them downstairs. It was 11:11 and you wish you could leave your feelings in your room, too. Hide them away forever where they couldn’t hurt you. But the framed pictures and polaroids of the both of you scattered all around the room reminded you that was impossible. So you keep your ring in your pocket, turn off the light and close the door.

You say good night in unison as you step back outside.

“You’re always so sweet with them, Min. They seem a lot happier when you’re around than with their own daughter.” You chuckle to yourself.

“Well, without them I wouldn’t have you.” She turns to you with a soft smile. “It’s always nice seeing them. They remind me of you.”

You don’t return her smile. You can’t. Instead you look straight ahead, walking the familiar path down the street to her place.

“And maybe if you weren’t frowning all the time, they’d enjoy your company more, bro,” she says teasingly, gently nudging you with her elbow.

You manage to laugh a little. “I guess you’re right.”

Brief silence as you walk side by side under the moonlight.

“Hey, Min?”

“Mmm?”

“Thanks again for tonight. For everything. And again I’m sorry for being this down.”

“Bro, it’s all good.”

“I’m really excited for you, I promise.”

“I know, don’t worry.”

“And… I love you.”

She smiles. Though it wasn’t quite happiness in her eyes.

“I know, don’t worry,” she repeats.

Did she really?

-

“Hey, can I go shower first?”

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll try and look for a movie in the mean time.”

You sit alone on her bed, nothing but the sound of water from the other room to keep you company. With everything that happened tonight, you really had no intentions of watching a movie. No energy or willpower. Nothing left to give. Nevertheless, you scroll through the selections robotically, barely registering any of the titles, but doing your best to distract yourself from the thoughts piling up in your head.

She comes out with one of your shirts on, her hair still wet and her face bare, and you have to stop yourself from screaming ‘I love you’. She was the only movie you wanted to watch. Even if you were just a supporting actress in it.

“Hey, isn’t that the only shirt I have here?”

“Yeah, just take one of mine,” she says as she moves over to the bed. “Did you choose something to watch?”

“Not yet. I’ll keep looking when I get back.”

“Alright.”

You stand up and walk to the bathroom, avoiding her eyes as you do so. Before you enter she calls out, “Mia?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too, by the way. I don’t think I said it back earlier.”

She’s doing it again. That smile trying to cheer you up. But it only does the opposite. You walk out of view before replying, “I know, don’t worry.” And as the door closes behind you, you burst into not-so-silent tears, your face buried in your towel. Your quiet sobs force you to inhale sharply and take in her familiar scent, fresh from the shower she just had, standing right where you were now. It clings to you like the imminent summer heat. You didn’t want it. You hated it. You didn’t want to love her. But she left you no choice.

-

“Did you cry, Mia? Your eyes are red.”

“No, it’s just… You know when you’re trying to close your conditioner bottle but the cap, like, flings conditioner into your eyes? Or is that just a me thing?”

“Mmm, I think that’s just you.” You notice how eager she was to laugh. You knew she wanted nothing more than to lighten your mood. “I never have that problem. Just close it gently, bro. Or, like, look away or something.”

“It’s harder than it looks.”

“바보.”

“Ugh. Forget it.”

“So, do you have something you wanna watch?”

“Actually, I don’t think I have enough energy to watch a movie tonight. Can we just chill?”

“Yeah, that’s alright! It was just a suggestion anyway. Let’s just talk. Let me turn off the lights.”

She gets up and reaches for the switch by the doorway that you were still standing in.

“Min, I’m right here. You could’ve just asked me to…”

Then she hugs you. Your heart skips another beat. A sensation that felt so familiar.

“I know. I just wanted to give you a hug. Now that you’re clean,” she teases. Hearing no response from you, she adds, “I know you’re feeling down, bro. And I don’t like it when you’re sad.”

The way you look in my eyes, it kills me every time.

“Yeah, but enough about me. I wanna know how you’re feeling. This is a big thing for you, Min.”

She sits back down on the bed and considers your words.

“I’m feeling a lot of things, too. Like, anxious, nervous, excited… But, yeah, I think I feel sad as well. I know this is what I wanna do but I also don’t like the thought of spending less time with you.”

“You’re gonna be amazing, though. I’m really excited for you.”

She smiles, though it was laced with uncertainty.

“I hope the world likes me. If they like me even half as much as you like me, I’ll be happy.”

She really had no idea. She had no idea your world spun just for her.

“I know they’ll love you. But, yeah… never as much as me.”

You playfully wink, putting on an act once again, and pray that she’d stay as oblivious as always to what you really felt. Though deep down what you really wanted was for her to know. And for her to feel the same. Some day you would stop wanting. But not tonight.

“You won’t forget me, right, Min?”

“Mia, of course not! Why would you think that? 

“I don’t know. Maybe one day you’ll outgrow me.”

“Never. You’ll always be my best friend. And I’ll always be just Minji to you. Not an idol. Not NewJeans Kim Minji. Just Minji. Your best friend. Your Minji. You know that.”

Just Minji, your best friend. Just your best friend.

The way you look in my eyes, it feels me with a fire.

“I’m so grateful to have someone like you. To have you. I love you, Mia.”

But you knew it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same desperate ‘I love you’ you heard leave your mouth when you replied. It wasn’t the same ‘I love you’ you felt in your heart that was kicking, screaming, crying for help. Crying for mercy.

‘Cause even when the sky is falling, you are all I want and I can’t do anything.

If you could give her anything it would be the ability to see her through your eyes. Just so she’d understand how it felt. Maybe then, after more than a year of sleepless nights thinking about her, wishing you could lie in her arms, you’d finally be able to rest.

But not tonight. Tonight you were in her room. And in her room none of the pillows were yours. The ones you used to dry your tears. The ones into which you’d scream her name in agony.

[devils-dares]

Make Your Escape

summary: joel miller's finally been caught by FEDRA after years of toying with the tyrants. he's gotta get back home to tommy, but finds an ally in you

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of death, a past relationship, one punch thrown offscreen, blood, guns, mentions of violence

wordcount: 1593

a/n: my first full length joel miller fic?? enjoy!! i have a few ideas for a part two, so leave a comment if you want it.

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You heard whispers of the man in containment. He’d been causing FEDRA issues for ages, a “high priority pain in my ass,” so said by your commanding officer.

He’d been beating on officers, cutting the shift down until it got so bad that FEDRA requested soldiers from other outposts to cover. Boston was a big area, and any missing patrol could be detrimental to public safety.

You rolled your eyes at that part of the announcement.

The government didn’t care about “public safety”, they cared about public containment, having some sick control over the less fortunate in the forms of ration cards and limited supplies of medication.

God, you think, why couldn’t some fuckin’ plebe book him? You huff as you get your clipboard, walking down the hallway to the rat-infested room you soldiers called jail. There wasn’t any information on the paperwork, probably because the guy decided to kick and bite his way out of custody before officers- subdued him. You hate to think how riled up this guy is after FEDRA’s take on subduction and confinement, but you were the soldier with the least amount of seniority and the work was all but thrust upon you.

“Alright, this is how it’s gonna go, Mr…”

“I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” He’s hunched over on the shitty bed, his head hung low with his arms on his thighs.

“Well, I guess I’ll just leave you here, yeah? Send you to the gallows nameless?”

“Not like I have anyone.”

“Listen,” you huff, “you have no one and I’m brand fuckin’ new here, you wanna do me a favor and make this easy on me?” He chuckles darkly, his shoulders shaking up and down.

“Fuck you.”

“I could make this hurt. Could make it hurt real bad. Or I could let you off easy. Give you a snack and maybe let you wash your face so you could look at least a little presentable when your face is turning fuckin’ purple and you’re swaying in the air like a goddamn ragdoll. Up to you if you decide to work with me or not.” His face lifts a little at that.

“Why’d you decide to work at this shithole?”

“If I answer, will you give me your name?”

“Make it a good answer and I just might.”

“I didn't have a choice. My little QZ out west was hit hard by raiders, and I was trapped in a building surrounded by clickers. FEDRA decided to loot supplies and found me, and then gave me an ultimatum, either I stay and die or join.”

“And before?”

“Austin, Texas, was a bartender.”

“Knew you sounded familiar.” He finally lifts his head up, and you recognize his face, although now marred with scars, wrinkles, and tanned beyond your beliefs.

“Joel fuckin’ Miller. Should’ve known it was you causing all those problems. Sarah’s probably worried sick.”

“Sarah, haven’t heard her name since damn near Outbreak Day.” Immediately your stomach drops, and the burn of tears hits the back of your throat.

“Joel-”

“She was shot by the same assholes that work at FEDRA. They took her from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yet you work here.”

“Wasn’t my first choice.”

“You gonna send me off now?”

“Where’s Tommy?” He sighs.

“You gonna keep askin’ me personal questions?”

“Yeah. Where is he?”

“I ain’t snitchin’ to a snitch.”

“I’m asking a friend.” His hand runs through his hair.

“You said you didn’t wanna be here.”

“I never said that, Joel.”

“Well you should’ve, fuckin’ insane for staying.”

“Are you just going to insult me?” He doesn’t answer, and you decide to wwalk out, not wanting to deal with his shit today. You slam the door a little harder than you intended, but it got the message across all the same.

Joel’s got his head hung low again. His hands are intertwied, white knuckle grip on each other to keep old memories and emotions from coming back up. There was no way you changed that much, right? That you’d willingly work with the damn enemy? He shook his head again. He has to remind himself that the ties to the world before don’t matter, that you don’t matter. If only he could convince you to leave. Tommy would be beyond ecstatic to have you in Jackson, and on some nostalgic level, he could rekindle whatever you two were working towards before Outbreak Day.

He shook his head. Times like these were when delusions wormed their way into your head, and he could not afford to be off his rocker when the time came to make his escape. It was unfair that you reminded him of simpler times. He could feel your skin in his hands, laying in the bed of his truck to watch the stars by the lake. He remembered the first time he kissed you, just a short and sweet thing, but Sarah interrogated him when he came home, a wild blush spreading across his cheeks when she mocked his moves.

He ran his hands through his hair, finally knowing what his move would be to get you out of here with him.

You come back a few hours later, or maybe a few days later. Joel doesn’t know because he hasn’t slept since he got captured, and there’s no windows in this box. He’s still sitting in the same position he was when you left him, so you drag a chair a few feet away from him and take a seat.

“How did you bribe FEDRA officers?”

“Ain’t it my constitutional right to plead the fifth?”

“There isn’t a constitution anymore, Joel. Just answer the question and maybe I don’t have to sentence you to death in public.”

“You don’t have to stay here.” He says, voice dropping in volume as he speaks.

“What do you mean?”

“Tommy, he’s… he’s got a town. Community, all to himself and some trusted folks. I got a place there.”

“Where?”

“You askin’ as a friend or a cop?” He looks you in the eyes, and it’s the same fucking look he gave you twenty-something years ago when he gave you his jacket just to walk you ten yards to your car after your shift at the bar.

“A friend, Joel, I’d never put Tommy in danger, you know that.”

-----

Your commander gave you a sick smile when he spotted blood on your knuckles as you came out of Joel’s cell.

“Gave him a good beating, did you?”

“‘Course.”

You’d gotten into his good graces by beating on an inmate, and now that you had, he’d turn a blind eye to some of your illicit activities, which included going to the “evidence” room and picking up all of Joel’s weapons, before taking them directly to him. He’s cradling his jaw when you walk in, a solid gash sitting on his face, blood gushing. You drop the bag on the floor and wince at the totality of the cut, tossing him a bandage to keep it from dripping everywhere.

“Guess you still have a mean right hook.” He says.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I got your stuff, so we can gear up and head out.” He looks up at you.

“This isn’t the day you were expecting, was it?” He asks, clicking a magazine into his pistol.

“Can’t say I was, Joel. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, sweetheart.”

You clicked on the handcuffs around his wrists, loose enough that he could shake them off, but believable. You held them in place, positioned behind him just so that the gun in his waistband behind his back could not be seen. You dragged him down the hallway, and he was acting his ass off, cursing and yelling and trying to twist away from your grip. Luckily, no one paid you any mind, even when you snagged truck keys off the wall and shoved Joel into the passenger seat.

“Where are we heading to?” You ask.

“Jackson, there’s a whole town out there, like I said.” You start the truck, and finally, FEDRA soldiers look hard at your position, cocking their guns and gathering at your position.

“You’d better hold on,” you say, “gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride gettin’ outta here.” You gun it, and almost as quickly as the tires spin and grip the ground, shoving you back into the seat as you drive off do the bullets start hitting the armor on the truck. You ram the gate at the end of the driveway, and quickly evade the other FEDRA trucks just outside, on a mission to stop you.

“Goin’ off road?” Joel suggests, a panicked lilt in his voice.

“You read my mind.” It’s unpleasant, the way the truck rocks and dips in the tall grass, and you feel yourself getting a little sick at the continuous rocking movement, but soon enough you’ve outrun them, and their trucks retreat to the camp.

“You’re insane.” Joel shakes his head, smiling at you.

“Been a while since I did something risky with you, Miller.” He shoots a glance your way, and sees what seems to be a reminiscent grin on your face.

“Thinkin’ about something specific?” He asks.

“Just what Sarah used to tell me, you know she caught us kissing one time?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “she wouldn’t shut up about it, teased me for fuckin’ weeks.”

“Me either.” You two fall quiet.

“How long to Jackson? I don’t actually know where we are.” He asks after a few minutes.

“Few hours, five or six.” He hums.

“Guess we got some time to kill.”

[forestwhisper3]

heads up, seven up!

rules: post the last seven lines you wrote, then tag seven people. reposting, as the reblog chains get long!

. . . . . . . Yup, I'm alive (just very, very busy lately) Anyway, I was tagged by my good friend and amazing artist @joyfuladorable and thought this sounded fun. ...It may also be a sort of apology from me for being gone/silent for so long. So! Rather than the last seven lines, here are seven little teasers from fics I've been chipping away at during the bit of downtime I have- when I'm not just playing some Animal Crossing to destress, that is. It's not necessarily the most recent for some of them, but parts that I think you'll enjoy without giving away too much. Enjoy! (Also, please keep in mind that as these are still being refined, there might be parts you see here that may not be present in the final product) ============== Title Pending (Rottmnt) ==============

Not for the first time tonight, Raph had to wonder how he'd gotten to this point.

"There," his companion hissed quietly- a word he never would have used to describe her before this moment.

He leaned over her shoulder and squinted at the figures walking below. "You sure that's them?"

"OF C-!" she choked back her yell and settled for a heated glare. "Yes I'm sure! I'd recognize those ugly outfits anywhere!"

"How can you even see them from so far away?"

"That's how ugly they are."

Despite himself, he snickered a bit. Once he settled down, he crossed his arms.

"You do know this whole thing is crazy, don't you?"

She grinned ferally. "Yep."

"And it's very likely that if we're caught, we'll either get arrested or- if you're right about all this -even die, right?"

"Yep."

"You're insane."

"So are you coming or not?" she asked impatiently.

He looked over the ledge again, watching as the people below continued loading trucks.

"Well, Raph's made it this far," he shrugged, allowing an easy smile to slip onto his face. "And I think I'm overdue for a bit of crazy myself. Let's do it."

"Hell yeah!" Cassandra- Casey, he corrected himself -cheered, pumping a fist. "Let's go, Red!"

The two of them jumped.

============== Dragon of the Sun (TMNT 2003) ============== "Hey, I'm fine! Really! It'd take a lot more than some crazy lizard and spoiled son to take me out!" "You have cracks in your shell. And while I'm sure Donatello has provided excellent care, you are going to the med bay." "...Yes, M'am." Raph snorted softly as he watched Ananda start dragging Mikey away, his little bro not having put up nearly as much of a fight with her as he had against him and Don back home. Then again, he wasn't really surprised either. Maybe it was because Mikey played such a big part in reconnecting her with her dad, which led to her joining the Justice Force, but it was clear that she had a huge soft spot for him.

"And you're positive that there was no lasting damage?" And it seemed like she wasn't the only one. He turned to face Silver Sentry, the usually calm man also watching them go with furrowed brows and a frown. "Not that we could see," Raph sighed. "From what I've gotten him to tell me, he needs to take it easy for a couple more weeks, but he should be fine after that. Let's just hope nothing happens until then." And he really would hope this time. Usually he was itching for a fight within a few days, but if it meant Mike going out to fight before he was fully recovered? No way. Silver Sentry gave a sigh of his own. "And here I thought we could avoid this very thing by only making him an honorary member." ============== Turning Back Time (Linked Universe) ==============

"Hey, Time, do you have any other masks?"

Wind's question immediately caught the group's attention as they settled down to eat. Warriors looked up, admittedly curious as to how he would respond, especially since he knew Time would probably want to keep those cards close to his chest in order to mess with them.

But perhaps he was still remembering Hyrule's misunderstanding from the other night, since he was surprisingly straightforward in his answer.

"Quite a few, actually."

"And are they all magic like the- bunny hat?!"

There was something else Wind was going to say there, he realized, and judging by the way the others' gazes seemed to sharpen at the slight pause, they'd noticed it too.

Come to think of it, the two of them had been together this morning, hadn't they?

He thought about that for another second, then felt a chill of dread.

Could they be working together now? Sweet Hylia, he hoped not. Just remembering the sorts of things they'd accomplished together between battles during the war made him want to run far, far away. He was ninety percent certain that half the reason Impa disliked him so much was because of these two. He wondered if it would be possible to switch sides. ============== Recollections (Linked Universe) ==============

-of Darkness who sought to plunge the world into fear and darkness under his rule. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into-

"-eight fragments," Hyrule weakly read that part aloud, face pale and eyes wide in dawning realization and growing horror. "T-This-…this is-…"

He whirled around to look at Time and Legend, the sickly look on his face growing even worse when they nodded grimly.

"Oh no," he murmured, turning back around and curling a bit into himself.

"Okay, that's enough," Warriors scowled, although the worry in his eyes betrayed him. "Would one of you please just tell us what's going on already?! Why's Hyrule upset now that he's figured out whatever it is you two know?!"

"It's about me," Hyrule explained, looking up at them with haunted eyes. "That story we're reading? It's what happened in my Hyrule. Zelda- my Zelda -broke up the Triforce to keep Ganon from getting it. Shortly after, I found myself on my first adventure."

Silence. Then, the implications finally sunk in.

"Oh, fuck," Wind swore.

"Can't we-?!" Twilight began.

"I doubt it," Time sighed, already knowing what he was going to suggest. "Seeing as we were all brought here, then subsequently locked in, it looks like we're going to have to finish watching before we can leave. And I know it's not going to end with just Hyrule's adventures."

The air between them felt heavy now that everyone knew what they'd be seeing, and there was a pause, as if they all wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Finally, Legend let out an angry burst of air.

"Let's just get it over with," he said. "I know this is the last thing any of us wants, but it looks like we don't get a choice. The sooner we watch it all, the sooner we can leave this hellhole."

An apt description for this place, Time couldn't help but agree. Absolutely no danger to be seen, but somehow just as nerve-wracking as if there was. If not more so.

Another pause, but despite their reluctance, they all knew inaction was an even worse feeling. So Wild eventually started it up again. Fearing his wicked rule, Zelda, the princess of this kingdom, split up the Triforce of Wisdom into eight fragments and hid them throughout the realm to save the last remaining Triforce from the clutches of the evil Ganon. At the same time, she commanded her most trustworthy nursemaid, Impa, to secretly escape into the land and go find a man with enough courage to destroy the evil Ganon. Upon hearing this, Ganon grew angry, imprisoned the princess, and sent out a party in search of Impa.

The black screen started fading into color, although the words remained, and harsh panting could be heard as a landscape came into focus. ============== Title Pending (Trolls) ==============

Floyd was gone.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!"

That simple, heartwrenching fact kept spinning and spinning and spinning in his mind until it was all he could think through the numbness that had taken hold of him.

At least, until Clay's scream managed to break through.

John flinched, finally tearing his gaze from his second youngest brother's crystalized form only to meet the furious, teary eyes of the third's. It was all he had the time to do before Clay shoved him away from where they'd gathered around, the tiny ember of rage that had been ever present in those last few days as a band finally blazing into a wildfire, fueled by the same grief that seemed to have frozen him in place instead.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT WE SPLIT UP! IT'S YOUR FAULT WE WASTED TIME! IT'S YOUR FAULT FLOYD'S-!!"

Clay choked, unable to voice that final, damning word. Instead, his face twisted as it finally seemed to catch up with him. Yet the tears that began to stream down did nothing to soften the anger that continued to burn.

Staring as intently as he was, there was no missing when that anger slipped into hate.

"I'll never forgive you," Clay hissed, his entire body trembling and tense. "We'll never forgive you."

He swallowed thickly and chanced a glance at Bruce and Branch.

They stared back in stony silence.

"I'm sorry," he managed to push through the knot in his throat and a familiar gnawing emptiness that began to settle in his heart.

Sorry he'd failed them…

Sorry he couldn't protect them…

Sorry he'd hurt them…

Sorry he couldn't be what they'd wanted him to be.

His apology only seemed to anger Clay further.

"You're sorry?! Is that all you can-?!" He cut himself off, and took a deep breath. When he spoke next, it was with piercing finality. "All you've ever managed to do is ruin things. Ruin us. So, if you're really as sorry as you say you are, you'll keep yourself from ruining what's left."

"Clay-" Viva protested, concern thick in her voice as she stepped forward.

Clay cut her off with a look and a shake of his head, but the bit of John that didn't feel numb appreciated the attempt.

She was good for him, he thought. He hoped they could be happy together.

Without him.

Because that was what they wanted, he realized. It was what they'd always wanted. Hadn't they always told him to mind his own business? To go away? To leave them alone? It was him who had been too stubborn to listen. Who had ignored what they'd practically been screaming in his face for years.

Not anymore, he promised. He'd already messed things up enough. For once, he was going to do something right by them.

Clay was distracted by Viva, and the others had gone back to looking at Floyd. It was like the universe was agreeing with him, telling him that he needed to take himself out of their lives for good.

He took a step back.

Two…

Three…

He took in the sight of his brothers one last time, knowing that it really would be the last time, and climbed into Rhonda.

"Let's go, girl."

She fought him for a moment, and he felt yet another pang of guilt- she'd gotten attached to them, it seemed -but eventually allowed herself to be steered away with a melancholy warble.

"It's for the best," he told her softly, eyes closing in resignation at the hollowness he could hear in his words.

A hollowness he'd experienced just one other time in his life and struggled to escape. Even now, he could see it overtaking him again in the way the color slowly leeched from his fingers and trailed up his arms.

That was fine. Last time, he'd pushed forward for Rhonda. For his brothers. For his-

He closed his eyes and slumped in the driver's seat as a fresh wave of loss swept over him.

This time, when the emptiness threatened to swallow him whole, John Dory looked into the abyss and hung his head.

It was time to stop fighting. ============== Journey (Pokemon SI/OC) ==============

"Satoshiii, you've got to be kidding me!" I groaned as I pulled his curtains open. "Seriously?! You promised you wouldn't sleep in!"

Ash waking up late was a running gag in the anime. I knew this. Really. I did.

I just hadn't realized how bad that habit actually was.

"EHHH!?!? Amy, what time is it?!"

Mrs. Ketchum must have had the patience of a saint dealing with this every single day.

"Late enough that you're only gonna have time to get dressed! Now, move it!"

"But, breakfast-"

"MOVE IT!"

He yelped and scrambled off the bed, and I hurried out of the room to give him privacy. Walking back to the kitchen, I huffed as I took a seat, rolling my eyes when I heard a loud thump echo from upstairs.

"Never a dull moment with that kid," Papa chuckled quietly into his tea, still a bit bleary-eyed himself.

"Good thing he spent the night. With Hanako gone, he wouldn't have had anyone to wake him up," Mama shook her head with a fond smile.

"Next time I'm leaving him," I grumbled, though it was halfhearted at best.

Mama handed me two lunches and I secured them in my bag before grabbing some extra riceballs for Ash and placing them on top.

"Is Shigeru going to be taking part in the field trip?"

"He said he hears enough about it at home, so no. Good thing too, I don't wanna babysit him and Satoshi. I wanna see some pokemon, too!"

It was a good way to test how things could be once I began my journey. At first, Mama and Papa had been a bit hesitant to agree when Ash brought it up yet again (he did so every year, but this was the first time we were old enough to actually go), but Uncle managed to convince them. I was going to be with a group, and Professor Oak was sure to have at least Arcanine with him, so I would be more than safe.

To his credit, Ash only took a few minutes to get dressed, but our house was a bit of a walk from Professor Oak's lab, and we found ourselves having to sprint for the last stretch of it.

"-guess we're setting off," I heard Professor Oak say and immediately pushed myself just that little bit more.

"Wait!" I called while waving my arms, never more grateful for all the running I'd done during training than at this moment. "We're here!"

I slid into the meeting place like a baseball player, taking care not to squish the contents of our lunches as I allowed myself to drop onto the grass to catch my breath. Ash was still a bit behind me, but they should be willing to wait now that I'd made it.

"Way to look like a total loser," a familiar, though currently unwelcome, voice cut in through the harsh pants.

I groaned. "I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm not," Gary scoffed. "I just got curious because Gramps hadn't left yet. Shoulda known it would be you two behind it."

"And I should have known you'd be too nosey to not butt in."

============== Horizons (FF7 SI/OC) ==============

Ryuu stretched as he wandered into the entrance area of the inn, not bothering to hold back a wide yawn as he tried to shake off the last vestiges of drowsiness. Overall, he felt much better than yesterday, his various pains now muted to a dull ache instead of the sharp throbs and spikes of before. Thank fuck for accelerated healing. Probably one of the highlights of being SOLDIER, in his opinion. Cassie's potions had only helped in that- he'd probably be back to normal by the end of the day or early tomorrow at this rate.

It was early- enough that the sun was just barely starting to rise -but to his surprise he wasn't the only one awake. The innkeeper was already up, phone pressed up against his ear and having what seemed to be a pretty serious conversation if his expression was any indication.

"-keep an eye out for him, don't you worry…It's the least I could do after everything your daughter's done for us. Besides, I know I'd want someone to do the same if it were one of my girls missing…" He sighed, tone turning apologetic. "I don't. Wasn't expecting her to leave so suddenly, or else I would've asked…I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a tough girl, and clever. She practically saved this town."

Wait. He couldn't mean-

Now completely awake, he rushed back upstairs, only just catching the innkeeper's now confused expression as he continued his conversation with who he was becoming more and more certain was Cassie's family, though unfortunately missing the question itself in his haste to check on her.

"Son of a bitch," he hissed upon opening all the guest rooms and finding them empty. "You little shit."

Is this what it felt like to have a younger sibling? He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to have a younger sibling. This sheer frustration and annoyance- suddenly, all of his friends' complaints made so much more sense. Not to mention the worry. What if she ran into something else she couldn't fight? She said that bodyguard of hers could keep her safe but how could he be sure of that? She hadn't even let him meet the guy!

Cassie'd left early on purpose. He was sure of it. The question now was why.

He wanted nothing more than to chase her down and find out, but as it stood, he couldn't. He'd updated ShinRa on his status the moment looking at his PHS didn't make his head feel like it was going to explode, but while they'd allowed him some recovery time, they were also being very pushy in their reminders that he report as soon as possible. He could understand the insistence- absolutely no one had expected what sounded like a run-of-the-mill monster extermination to put a SOLDIER out of commission, even if only for a day or so -but he wished he could just-

His PHS buzzed in his pocket, and he sighed, heading for the stairs again.

============== ============== ============== And there you have it! Hope you enjoyed the little clips! Like I said, I am working on them. It's just a lot slower than it used to be since I have a longer commute to and from work now, and by the time I get home, I'm usually too tired to write. I'll be going on a short vacation in about two weeks or so to visit my bro, and I hope to get a good chunk of writing done during that time. You may see a few chapters pop up then. Fingers crossed, at any rate. For now, I think it's back to chipping at them a little bit more. Take care!