#initially i thought they wers

[uzukage-naruto]

OK but I absolutely loved this!! like, I know they're friends, we've seen them grow up together, she was with them from the start. but this just shows that their relationship goes beyond just tolerating each other for taijus sake. she's one of his besties, an OG and I loved seeing this validated!

[uhhhitsgray]

Blood for Two Chapter Ⅰ

This was supposed to be a little one shot because the Astarion brain rot is truly hitting me besties. I wanted to write Astarion vampire smut, but then I really like how sad and just depressing his story is. So this first chapter dips into his story a bit, then next chapter is the yummies. ~Astarion storyline spoilers if you haven't gotten here yet ~

Warnings for both chapters: we got some vampire biting, vampire sex and uhhh.. there will be blood, sorry not sorry. probably blood kink. There is one instance where read and Astarion talk about offing themselves, nothing major. astarion needs a hug and head smooches this chapter, he really doesn't think much of himself :c

Chapter Ⅰ

None of this was supposed to happen. 

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. When he proposed the absolute deranged plan of allowing him to ascend with you being the sacrifice that he needed, all he had to do was bite you and turn you into a vampire spawn as he once was. You should have told him no. Should have told him to fuck off, that he was being insane because of course he was. It was his shot in the dark for his own desires, something to truly benefit him in a life where he was only used, and played as a pawn for Cazador. It would have made you his little play thing. 

But his initial plans turned sour when he whispered ‘I love you’ into your lips under the moonlight. A warmth that Astarion hadn’t felt in over 200 years, a warmth he had long forgotten about spread through his body when he was with you. That warmth would continue with every brush of skin against each other, every cast of the longing stare from across the camp. 

Astarion held you close, he had to. He never had anyone care about him like this before. You never asked for anything in return of his company, of him keeping a careful eye out for you. To protect you. Everything he’d known before you was transactional, but not you and he appreciated that more than words could ever explain. 

He thought his heart was going to explode when you suggested ascension, that you would become his vampire spawn under the condition that he would still treat you as his equal. You didn’t want to be treated like the dirt under his shoes, how Cazador treated him. He was stunned at your proposition, he asked if you were sure on several occasions and asked to give him a few days to think it over.  He never thought he’d be offered this so willingly. You were truly a blessing he never thought he’d ever receive.

It’s been almost two months since you became a vampire. Astarion didn’t think it was possible, but you became even more beautiful. Skin paler, your iris colors mixing together with tints of red. You were powerful like he was, even more than himself when he was a spawn. Drinking off of each other allowed for easy healing after battles, his blood richer and in result you didn’t have to feed off of him as much. 

Astarion may have left that little bit of information out. He knew if you drank from him your hunger would be satisfied for much longer, but truth be told he loved when you drank from him. When you drank from each other, it excited him. His heart beat hard against his ribs, it always felt like it was one beat away from breaking his bones. Warmth spread through his body. His chest always felt the hottest, spreading down his limbs and causing the tips of his fingers to be hot to the touch.

Tonight he finds you on top of his lap, hands spread across his chest as the fire from outside his tent dances across your skin. It’s late into the night as the moonlight casts its light blue shade across the ground, covering everything that the fire light hasn’t touched. The soft snoring of your companions drifts into the night air along with the crickets chirping into the night abyss. A noise that could set you into a deep slumber if you weren’t looking down into Astarion’s fire lit eyes, reds so deep you could get swallowed if you weren’t careful. 

“I want you.” You whisper into his neck as you place kisses on his soft skin. His hands find perch on the plushness of your hips as his fingers squeeze into your skin. 

“You just drank a few days ago darling, are you hungry again?” He breathes in the fragrance of your hair; the same as always, lavender. One of his favorites. 

You kiss his cheek, soft and caring as you sit back up. “No, I’m not hungry –” 

He tilts his head slightly, the light from the fire accentuating his features. Truly beautiful. “Then what do you need, my sweet?” 

Your eyes dart around the tent, your cheeks painted in a faint blush. Astarion sits up, holding his weight with his elbow on the bedroll as he cups your cheek. “Anything you want, it’s yours.” Concern crosses your features as your eyes switch between his, your body stiffens on his lap. He wonders if he said the wrong thing for such a reaction. He would give anything to you, you say the words and he’d do it. He’d bend at your every ask, and command of him. You saved him, it’s the smallest piece he could repay you for. 

Your hand wraps around the side of his neck, a soft smile on your face. “What about you Astarion? What do you want?” 

He smiles back at you, “Whatever would make you happy, dar –” 

“No. What do you, Astarion, want? Not what would make me happy.” Your thumbs brushes across his cheek. “What would make you happy, my love?”

He turns his head, looking out to the fire as the silence fills the tent, only the crackling of the fire to be heard. The silence stretched out between you two for several moments as you patiently waited. Sorrow fills your heart, has he ever heard those words outside of you whispering them to him? You didn’t know all the details of his past, some of the details about Cazador were too painful for Astarion to bring up, some forgotten from the trauma he endured. You were grateful that he shared what he did, that he felt comfortable enough to share some of the darkest moments of his life with you. 

Another wave of sorrow washes over your heart, suffocating you at the memory of him telling you that he didn’t remember any of his life before Cazador turned him. How he didn’t remember what color his eyes were, how he could never see how he looked now. He’d never know if he looked similar or if he looked completely different and, fuck, that broke your heart for him. 

Your eyes take in his features, eyes scanning over every inch of his face. You take a deep breath before speaking, tears pricking at your eyes. “Astarion.”  

He turns his head back to you, his crimson irises search yours as a sadness washes over his features. One side of his mouth quirks up in an attempt to soothe the pain you wear. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper out, fingers carding through his white hair careful of his pointed elf ears as you tucked the strand behind them. 

“What for, darling?” 

“Everything.” Your hands squeeze into fists at your side. “You were so poorly treated, by everyone who crossed your path –” You pause, sniffling slightly. “I can’t imagine that. Can’t imagine the pain you’ve gone through, the betrayal of everyone who you thought cared about you.” 

Astarion’s eyes drift to the floor next to you a somber look washes over his features, anguish covering his words. “It’s alright, it’s in the past, darling. No need to fret over it.” 

Your blood boils for him, “It’s not okay! Astarion, it – it’s fucked up!” Your hands raise in exclamation. “Cazador, he – fuck.” The back of your hand wipes tears away from your face. “He took everything from you, everything you were. He dwindled you away to nothing, took away your voice. Your will, your consent. Everything from you –” 

Your body slumps down, tears drop off of your cheeks and land on his stomach. Your voice is weak as you look back at him, his expression pained. “You’re beautiful, oh so beautiful, my love.” 

“No, darling, I’m not and you know that.” He squeezes your hand. “Everything I’ve done up to this point has been self-serving, not caring for anyone. Barely even caring for myself.” 

“You had to be.” You finally wipe the tears with your free hand. “Everyone turned against you, you had no one. But – but now, you have people who care about you. You’re allowed to want.” 

Astarion shakes his head at you, chuckling. “I cannot want anymore, I don’t deserve it.” 

“And who said that?” 

“Me.” Astarion pauses, looking back out onto the fire. “I’ve done unspeakable things because of want, because of desires. Turning you into my spawn for my own benefit, it –” He pauses, taking a deep breathe, “It was fucked up. Just another selfish want of mine.” 

“I wanted that. Fuck, I asked for that.” Another tear runs down your cheek. 

“You should have slit my throat for that.” 

“I could never do that.”       

Crimson eyes dart back to your face, “You could have.” 

You shake your head, “I’d have slit my own afterwards.” 

Astarion laughs at that, “Preposterous.” 

Another tear snakes down your face, you can feel a small piece of your heart cracking in two. “Do you think you mean that little to me, Astarion?”

His brows knit, but he stays silent. 

“I – fuck – Astarion, I love you. I care about you, so deeply. I want you to want things, to desire things. You are allowed to do that. You are allowed to think for yourself.” 

He sits up, and laces his fingers together behind your back. “It’s just… hard.” He sighs, laying his head against your chest. “How do I change, how can I become better?” 

You wrap your arms around him, kissing the top of his head as you hold him close. “You’ve already changed so much.” 

“Yeah?” 

You giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you literally held a knife to my throat when you met me.” 

He laughs, leaving his head against you still. “How did you keep me around after that?” 

You bury your face into the top of his head, shy to admit. “I thought you were too pretty to send away.” 

He shifts his weight under you, his hands falling down your back a little. “I could have killed you.” 

Your shoulders shrug, “But you didn’t.” 

He pulls away from you just enough to see your face, hands still wrapped around your back. His eyes reflect the fire outside the tent, showing off the hues of red that painted his irises. You cup your hands around his face, pulling his face closer. Nose to nose, your eyes dart to his lips and back up. “Beautiful.” You whisper into his lips as you kiss him. 

He leans into your kiss, arms bringing you closer to him. Your chests touch, skin to skin. It’s warm, he’s warm, you’re warm. Desire flashes through his mind, one that can’t, shouldn’t, ignore. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your lips again, pushing you back on his bedroll. 

“I love you.” He kisses into your neck, then back to your lips. “I want –” Astarion stops himself, wondering if it’s too selfish of a request. 

His eyes above you look as if they’re off in another universe, another dimension as he questions whether he should finish his statement. “Ask for it, Astarion. You know you want to.” 

His eyes focus back on you, he kisses your neck again. One of his hands holds onto your hip, as if to ground himself; to keep him from flying away. Astarion drops his body weight onto you, he smirks to you as he feels your legs spread around his waist. Knees bent upwards, squeezing into his sides. He bites down on his lip, trying to keep his mind focused, trying to ignore the heat of you against him. 

“I want you –” Is all he managed to croak out. Mind clouded by emotions, desires and the damned way you keep squeezing your thighs around his waist. 

“I’ll give myself to you anyway you want.” Your eyes are locked onto his lips, pupils enlarging as he drags his tongue across them, the tips of his fangs exposed. 

His hand wraps around the side of your neck as he pulls himself to you. His lips crash into yours, your both panting in between kisses. It’s desperate in the way he kisses you, the ways his mouth chases your lips, and how he groans into your mouth as you back arches into him. “What a dangerous thing to say, darling.”

[sunnysoulzz]

Miguel x reader

I be jumping from one fandom to another so fast god damn, anyway 🤭

Warnings: smut, Dom!miguel x fem!reader, your first time together, ONLY FOREPLAY?? SORRY LOL

It was 7pm. Not many people were left in the hq, especially not near Miguel’s office, it was just you and him. You and Miguel had been dating for a few months now, though it was a secret to everyone else. You strolled past his stuff until you got to his main office, it was dark, the only light sources coming from the various monitors. You looked up, Miguel had his back to you, as if he didn’t see you, or didn’t care that you were there. You glanced behind you, checking that nobody had followed you. As you looked back to Miguel his eyes were now on you. A shiver ran up your spine. He turned around fully, now giving you his full attention. You smiles nervously before approaching him slowly, the platform he stood on slowly lowered, stopping right as you got to the edge. You were face to face with Miguel (more like boob to face, he’s a tall man), his eyes stared down at you, he looked you up and down, causing your face to feel hotter.

You’re legs felt weak all of a sudden, “uh..” was all you managed to get out. Now that you stood before him you realised how intimating Miguel was. It was embarrassing to admit, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him, after you officially started dating it was hard to ignore how your body reacted when looking at his broad shoulders, pretty face, toned body, tight suit.. you snapped out of your thoughts, quickly looking away from him while you tried to figure out what to say. Your mind foggy with him. His hand came to your chin, he lifted your face up to look at him in the eyes. His eyes were a piercing red against the shadows covering his face. Your hand moved up to his hand, still holding your face. You held his hand in your our, leaning into him. You tried to hide the slight fear you felt.

You wanted him. You had wanted him for ages. You just wanted to felt his skin against yours, to feel him inside you. You swallowed nervously, what if he rejected you? What if he didn’t want to sleep with you? You bit your lip, your eyes moving across his chest. “I wanted to ask..” you said, still not looking him in the eye, “if you..” you took a breath, “I want you..” your face felt hotter every second “I want you inside of me..” you finally looked up at him. His mouth hung slightly agape, he was obviously in shock. You felt more embarrassed by the second.

He was speechless. He couldn’t lie, he wanted you too. He didn’t expect you to be the one to initiate it though. He couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his lips. You were so cute, how could he resist you. He moved his hands down your body. His hands landed on your hips as he leaned over you, “oh baby,” he whispered. his voice was lustful and deep, it sent heat straight between your legs. “I’ve wanted to ruin you for months” he whispered in your ear. You let out an involuntary moan at his words. You quickly covered your mouth. Miguel chuckled as he moved back to his full height again.

Before you could think, Miguel picked you up and pushed you against the console. His lips were on your neck as he sucked red marks into your skin. You moaned out his name. Your fingers tangled into his hair. He leaned over you, his hands travelled from your hips to your thighs, he lifted you up, pressing your heat against his hard on. Your breathing sped up, even through the layers of clothing you could feel how big he was. Your hands gripped his shoulders for support. “Miguel..” you whispered. His lips detached from your neck, his hands held onto the hem of your shirt while he stared into your eyes, “can I take this off you?” He said, the light blush on his face almost unnoticeable. You nodded your head, “please” you looked away from him as the cold air hit your body.

It didn’t take long for him to quickly remove the rest of your clothes. He stared down at you, admiring your body. He thought you were the prettiest person he had ever met. He moved down your torso, leaving a trail of kisses before he reached your heat. His hot breath made you shiver. Your hands tangled into his hair “Miguel…I want you inside of me” you moaned out, lightly embarrassed at your own words. He smirked. He stood back up, pressing his fingers to your entrance. He thrusted them inside you causing you to yelp. His thumb rubbed your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Just as you were on the brink of a climax he pulled out of you. You whimpered out, upset at the loss of contact. You whimpered out his name again. Your breathing was quick and desperate.

You looked back to miguel. The suit no longer blocking you from his dick (thank the lord for his holographic suit). He was even bigger then you thought. You reached out, wanting badly to feel him again. He grabbed your wrist, “sorry hon” he smirked again. He pinned your wrists above your head and lined himself up with his other hand…

I’m to lazy to finish lol L

[qqtxt]

[🌸] shut up and kiss me w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1,015 words ✿ when you kiss them to shut them up (for a good reason) [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ ✨

normally, you wouldn’t resort to this sort of... tactic. but listen, it was for his own good. sometimes, when his mind spirals, he spirals to the abyss and the multiverses beyond that. once in a blue hour moon, in the midst of his ramblings that does him absolutely no good, you get to make him stop with a kiss to his lips.

[🐰] soobin soobin’s train of thought has officially left the building, unable to remember what was making him frustrated in the first place the second he feels your lips on his. it was like a reset button. initially, he’s flustered. a blabbering mess that can’t form coherent sentences until he sees how wide you’re smiling and he’s in a trance. now, he demands more kisses and follows you around until you oblige and give into him. ah... more! you can’t just give one and stop there, you cold-blooded person! later, he thanks you because he knows why you did what you did and is grateful you managed to stop him before he spiralled out of control.

tl;dr: since he knows it’s not a common way of how you get him to shut up, 10/10 would want it to happen again. he’s appreciative of how you’re able to get him out of his endless loop of overthinking, and it’s not easy to do that. would end up asking you to cuddle him instead and see if he wants to talk more of what he’s thinking, or if he wanted to just watch a show or stay like that to take his mind off of things.

[🦊] yeonjun on instinct alone, he’d pull you back for another kiss and put his arms around you to keep you close. if he was on the sofa, he’d pull you to his lap. if you two were standing, he’d lock you with his arms around you, refusing to let you go. then, he’d let everything sink in of what had happened and would be able to understand that huh, i guess that was really all for nothing. (referring to his rambles) and would now take this new opportunity to kiss you senseless instead. (win-win solution for everyone)

tl;dr: this guy is living and loving every single kiss you give him; doesn’t matter what the situation is. kiss him, hug him, show him any form of affection and he’ll gladly take it. (well unless it’s a zombie apocalypse then maybe rethink it–) he might be whiny at first like great! now i can’t remember what i was talking about because you kissed me! but when he realises you did him a favour, he’ll be all oh my, i think i’m gonna need a couple more kisses to make sure i don’t think about it.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu would let out a sound crossing between frustrated and loving it; don’t ask, the mix is indistinguishable. it sounds like he lost a game but it also sounds like he won the grand final. he’ll be conflicted because he loves your kisses, but he wanted to talk through what he was thinking, too. you give him another kiss again and this time, it hits him that hey, i’m not thinking about it anymore... and would give himself another thing to think about: how to get more kisses from you. would put his thoughts on you now and chase you around until you give in to give him more kisses. 

tl;dr: his mind processes it quicker than his body, letting him know that this is a good thing, it’s making you shut up and not think too much. once his mind processes it, though, game over. beomgyu is gonna be all over you and wanting your affection in any way possible. play with his hair, kiss him again, let him hug you close and bury his face in your chest; all of it. give it to this man.

[🐿] taehyun  taehyun would be a little stunned, but after being stunned, he might look like he’s annoyed because he was trying to piece together what he’s thinking. at your silence, he’s able to decipher why you did it because it does look like he’s losing his mind (he was) and you were just trying to get him to stop (you were). he would do the i guess i am feeling a bit better now... i wonder if there’s more where that came from... ruse with you in order to get more kisses without directly asking for it. 

tl;dr: a bit torn here because i think it could go one of two ways. one, he’d be frustrated and would try to get you to listen to him because he wants to talk it out; kisses later. two, he’d indulge and allow his mind to rest because talking about it in circles wouldn’t do him any good. either one, it ends with you kissing him again and comforting him with your actions and soft words of encouragement and listening to him if he needed to talk more about it.

[🐧] kai  introducing flustered bean pt.2. he’ll stop speaking, kai.exe has stopped working and you’ve managed to get him to stop thinking about what he was talking about earlier. blinks at you in a confused state, but his hands automatically draw you back to give him more kisses until he completely forgets about it. later, though, he might bring it up if he’s still thinking about it but for the most part, consider the deed sealed and done because he ain’t thinking about it anymore; all he’s thinking about is you.

tl;dr: oof, get ready because once he gets past the thought of talking about something that didn’t matter as much, he’ll fill his thoughts all about you and here we go, he’s gonna ask for lots of love and affection. kisses, rub his tummy, play with his hair, cuddle him until he can’t think about anything else other than you. would be shy initially, though but when he sees that you’re more than willing to spoil him with affections, he’ll gladly take all he can get.

[bingusbongu]

A/n: goodness im on a role tonight! Ive actuslly felt like writing! Here is my absolute favorite comfirt nerd, and his dating headcanons, goodness dont we just love our nerds<3333 i know i do! May rewrite tomorrow! I wrote this as midnight lmao, prolly many mistakes!

TW: MENTIONS OF MURDER, ABUSE, KIDNAPPING, ABD BLOOD, aslo fluff:)

Dr. Flug relationship headcanons!

• honestly, Flug still dosnt understand how he managed to het together with you

• he figured out he liked you awhile back, but thought he didnt have any time for love at first, until you waltzed in and made his heart spin in his own chest

• regardless, he still gets so incredibly nervous around you, he cant help it! He has this overwhelming sense to impress you in every way possible, whether that be showing you his latest invention, or just him doing something incredibly dangerous infront of you, nearly giving yourself a heart attack

• when he did that and it came out successful, you ran up to him to make sure he was okay, blabbing about how he could have hurt himself.

• flug was confused, until his heart skipped a beat in realizing that you were worried

• you were worried about him

• no one had ever cared if he got hurt, neither did he, he just took care of it himself. But you, you were the first person to actually care for him, to look over him in panic that he was harmed

• if he wasnt in love to begin with, he was sure as hell in love now

• you cared, geniunly cared about him, and you were so nice to him

• whenever Blackhat would use Flug as his own personal punching bag, you were always by Flugs side instantaneously after, already taking care of him and patching up his wounds. No matter the amount of blood, you did everything you could to help him, in any way you could

• You were helping him, a insane maniac, a killer, and yet, you showed not a hint of fear

• he was completely head over heels

• Sometimes (alot), Flug would end up working himself down to thd bone, to where he was on like his 9th cup of caffine just to finish a project

• and you would try to persuade him to go to bed, snd when that dosent work, you take the initiative

• you pick him up, and drag him away from his work

• he was hardly much weight at all, so you could easily lift the frail scientist into your arms and take him to bed.

• he would try to struggle, but he was obviously way to tired to protest, and just let himself sink into your arms and rest his head on yoir chest. If he wasnt so tired, he woukd be a flusterd mess, but he was exhausted

• you thought Flugs bed would be way to uncomfortably for him, so instead, you took him to your own. Laying him down on your comfy bed and tucking the poor guy in, and as soon as he hit the pillows, he was out.

• and when i say out, he was completely and utterly knocked out, dead asleep

• when he woke up, he nearly paniced, but realized it was your room, only for him to go into even more panic when he found you laying in bed with him reading a book

• he frantically tried to say sorry and get up, but you were quick to grab him and pull him back to your bed, soothing him and telling him to go back to sleep

• he would protest, but... he felt oddly safe, something he hadnt felt in a long time, and with you there, it felt... nice. As soon as he layed back down, he passed out once more

• from then on, he would occasionally ask to sleep in your room, because he found it more comfortable, and it was a safe place for him to go

• Flug is ever so greatful for you and your kidness to him, he was so... lovesick he couldnt help it. Youre the first person to treat him with kidness, what do you expect?

• when you two get together, Flug woukd be very clumsy. He dosnt know hardly anything about love, he just gets so nervous

• Your going to have to reasure him and make sure he dosnt overwhelm himself

• he is alittle hesitant with affection, despite how much he craves it, he is still unsure, sincecso far all the touches he has gotten fron people were bad

• so you were determined to show him you werent gonna harm him in any way

• your first act of affection was slipping your hand into his while you were walking together. He sputtered incoherently, and nearly bluescreened. But instantly, your warmth soothed him, and he found himself softly holding your hand back

• kisses are a different thing, he gets so nervous when it comes to that. The thought of kissing you makes his heart thump so hard it makes his body shake. He is way to flustered to actually do it, especially a kiss on the lips, he wasnt ready to show you, yet

• and of course, you did the first move, and after a mission, you lightly kissed the top of his bag before bording the ship

• he stopped working, and nearly passed out

• he was a completely flustered mess around you after that, he lovedthe contact, but was so afraid to ask you for more, so he just clamped his mouth shut

• you only realized ome day when he had stopped talking about his day and his gaze landing on your lips. So, you leaned over and kissed him on his bag where his mouth would be

• god he was over the moon

• he feels so safe around you, its the first time he had evr felt that way, he appreciates how being in your presence just makes him calm, or when he is paniced, how you calm him down with loving and gentle words.

• geniunly adores you and everything you do, though he always wants to make sure youre safe, if youre going to be his safe haven, je needed to make sure you were safe, aswell.

* always has a hatbot watching after you to make sure you are okay

• dong blame him! He is worried!

• the first time yall cuddled, Flug was so confused, he had came to your bed to sleep for the night, and you invited him closer

• he obliged, but almost instantly, you carefully wapped your arms around his back and pulled him close

• he was blushing maddly, unsure of what to do, as he tried to pull away but couldnt. He body instantly sank into the comfort of your own warmth, trapping him andhis touch starved self into a hug

• maybe it was fine for one night...

•it happend almost evry night, and Flug loved it. Secretly, ofc

• thr first timd he verbally asked was when he was do exhausted, and wanted nothing more thsn to go lsy down with you and cuddle, (as in cuddle, i mean snuggle his head into your chest and pass out)

• Flug trusts you, youre tge main person he has actuslly ever trusted. You help him in so msny ways

•not to mention you let him ramble about his inventions and plains to you, he liked impressing you, he loves how yoi would sit and listen to him talk and rant, even allowing him comfort and a shoulder to cry on

• you would hold him as he cried and rocked him tell he calmed down and fell aslesp

• He didnt know how much he truly needed you, someone to love him

• geniunly, he feels so lucky to have you in his life, someone who loves and cares for him instead of breaking him into further pieces, you actually tried to glue Flugs pieces back together yourself and it was working

• Flug adores you in every way possible, he is so in love with you, he felt wanted

• especially when something happened to you, and you immediate came to him of all people, to him

• it made Flug feel special, that you chose him, not someone else, he dosnt feel like he deserves it, or deserves you

• but you are bound to do everything in your power to show him how much you loved him

[shirakow]

"Yer killin' me here, lad." Soap smacked his forehead for the umpteenth time that evening alone. As much as he loved butting into his teammates' love lives, it gets so annoyong when both of them were so fucking oblivious.

"Come on, you've got to be hallucinatin', man... No way were they lookin' at me in that way!" Gaz kept turning his head to the side as if to fake a yawn or a stretch or anything that could make him catch a glimpse of the person who stood a few feet behind him. "Mate I would've already punched ye in th' face if I wer' hallucinatin', cause right now ye look pre'y punchable."

Gaz groaned at his words and let his head fall down. For a man who grew up at the top of his classes, he was sure an idiot when it comes to romance. "Look, I'm sorry mate, it's just... Should I just go over there and talk ro them?" Then he saw the look in Soap's eye—a hint of a shimmer that held mischievous intent.

"Ye know wha'? I feel like trainin'." And with a grin, Soap began to back away and soon turned around, seeing him flash a wink at him? Was it Gaz that he winked at?

Gaz rose a brow and internally fought to pull Soap back towards him and ask him for some bit of relief that maybe he can talk to them—"Garrick? Are you free?" Fuck Soap.

The sergeant abruptly jumped at the voice and was quick to turn around, his unease as clear as day to you. "Oh, hey you..." He awkwardly laughed and gave some space by backing away slightly when he noticed the proximity. "Depends on how you define free?" This was Gaz's only chance! He's got to impress them.

"Because right now I'm as free as bird," he rested his hand on the table next to them, leaning in a bit close as a small grin formed on his face; his canines flashing from underneath his lips. Perfect, this is going as planned.

It just so happens that due to Gaz's increasingly sweaty hand, he almost slipped and gasped, but he immediately went back to initial position of leaning against the furniture like nothing happened. "So, uhm... What you up to?" Gaz bit his bottom lip to fight back an embarrassed smile.

You only laughed at his antics, "Well, I planned to ask a guy out on a date, don't know if he likes me though." Gaz's heart dropped at the mention, "Oh. Fancy someone, yeah?" He couldn't help the tone of sadness that erupted from his tightening throat. "Yes, I fancy someone." You faked gushing at the thought of the man in your head, and in front of you.

"Who is it?" Gaz asked, pulling back from the table and instead crossed his arms. He looked intimidating, yet his tone sounded anything but: his voice was still smooth and silky, defeating the look of dread that flashed across his face.

"Why, you interested?" His response was immediate.

"Yes," your eyes widened.

"I've been interested for 2 years already, can't you see that, love?" He suddenly furrowed his brows together in a fit of frustration. Gaz knows he didn't have the right to feel an ounce of stress when even he couldn't tell signs of whether someone liked him or not. It would've been different if his mates were the ones with a stupid crush.

Only then did Gaz realize he definitely pushed a boundary and he backed away, "Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to just go off like that—"

"By God, I've been waiting for 3!" What?

"What?" Gaz stopped in his tracks, his right foot behind the other which soon went to stand back to it's rightful place. "You like me?" He asked with eyes blown, "Yes, I've liked you for 3 damn years, Garrick. You and your beautiful blind eyes couldn't see that for some fucking reason." You groaned and covered your face in embarrassment.

Fuck this, you were adults for godsakes! Why were you both acting like teenagers?! "You like me?!" Gaz repeated, as if to tell himself this was on fact real. "I already said yes y—" you couldn't even finish your sentence when Gaz suddenly hugged you, which you returned after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm sorry for bein' a blind asshole, love..." His nicknames didn't even sound like nicknames anymore, it sounded so much more different even though nothing changed with them. It sounded so—"Love... I could get used to that..." You whispered into his clothes.

"So, you up for that date?" Gaz questioned softly, still not letting go of the hug. You hummed and glanced at the tuff of brown hair peeking from the corner in front of you, flashing Soap's terrifying blue eyes a middle finger before nodding.

"Yeah,"

"Keep an eye out for the scottsman though, surely you could see that."

[iamjucie]

Pet (18+) pt. 3 of 4

photo credit: @astarionposting

Ascended Astarion x f!reader

Chapter Three: Full

I suggest reading the first two of the series before this, there is a bit of a plot in the porn. Just a little.

Summary: You are finally granted the privilege of being filled with your master.

WARNINGS: Smut, Extremely dubious consent, Mind control/manipulation, Orgasm control, Abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Physical Abuse

I do not say this lightly- Astarion is evil in this. This is an extremely toxic relationship. You have been warned!

(AO3 Link)

Your gaze remains fixated on Astarion, your pupils so dilated with lust that he can hardly see the red in them. 

“Ok my pet,” he coos at you, “what do you desire?”

“I desire to make you happy, master”

“Tsk, you know that's not what I mean.” he begins, putting his feet on the ground and meeting you at your level. He reaches between your legs and grazes his hand over your folds, back to front. He leans into your ear and purrs, “What do you desire?”

A shudder rolls up your spine. You don’t know how he wants you to respond. Your initial response was honest. You sit with a distressed thinking face on as you calculate your next response.

“Don’t hurt yourself now, darling. I would like to have you filled with me before our night ends.”

You look up at him with eyes that tell him all you need to know.

He takes your stare at him as a clue to the answer he seeks.

“Is that what you desire?” he’s leaning into you, slender fingers caressing your cheek. He continues with a whisper, “To be filled with me?”

You stare longingly into his eyes. Fuck he’s beautiful, your lost for words. All you can do is lean your head into his hand and nod.

His gentle smile is stripped from his face as he swiftly removes his hand from your face and connects to it again with a slap, causing you to shriek and place your hands on your cheek where he made his impact.

“What did I say about using our words, hm?” he snaps, tone no longer loving but that of a parent providing discipline. 

You get small and grovel before him. “I am so sorry, master. I did not mean to offend, I-'' you look up at him, connecting with his gaze falling upon you, sopping in pity. “It’s been so long I just don’t know what I- what you want. I don’t remember what to ask for, my mind is not the same as it once was, I fear.”

He sighs, putting his hands onto his knees as he stands up. He rubs the bridge of his nose in thought for a moment. “I suppose I’m partially to blame for that. I wish it wasn’t the case but keeping you in here is the only way I know you will be safe from harm.” He starts to fiddle with the sheets of the bed. “Lack of stimuli for as long as you’ve been in here will begin to dull your mind." his gaze is avoiding yours. Does he know why your mind is slipping? Is he hiding something from you?

No, you think to yourself. You are his Dark Consort. Lovers for eternity. He would never keep a secret from you.

“Maybe I can start making decisions with you again? Like I used to?”  You stand up and approach him with a seductive saunter. “Maybe that would make me sharp and cunning again? Like when you fell in love with me?”

He caresses your cheek and coos, “You are truly adorable, my pet.” he turns from you, beginning to take off his boots. “Help me undress, I’m feeling quite…” he scans your naked body up and down, “...overdressed at the moment.”

You nod your head- then remember your lesson on using your words. “Yes, master. Of course.” 

Once his shirt was removed and he could feel your skin on his, it’s like something awoke inside of him. He shoves you onto the bed, kissing you hungerly and greedily, like he has the hunger of a spawn again- and your kiss is your lifeblood.

Gods, he’s so magnificent. You don’t know how much longer you can wait for him to be inside you. Once you have the opportunity, you blurt out, “Fuck me master.” The desperation in your voice is palpable. So much so that even you might feel bad for yourself if you were an onlooker. “I need to be filled with you, I can’t wait any more.”

He grins ear to ear and sighs proudly, “That’s a very good girl. Great job using your words.”

His praise sends a warm, vibrating sensation to your core and throughout your entire body. You are so happy to have pleased him you can just explode.

No exploding, however. Not yet.

He begins to undo his now modern trousers with several buttons cascading his mound, much different than the ones you once saw him wear so very long ago. The style of clothing changes so quickly when you live forever.

His flawless erection springs free, asking to be attended to. A pearl of precum formed at the head.

“Do you see what you do to me darling? My beautiful pet being so very good is enough to make me hard as a rock.” You feel yourself starting to salivate.

“And you…” he trails his hands down your body, assessing the details of your form. “Are absolutely perfect.”

Of course you are. He made you this way. The absolutely ideal love for the Vampire Ascendant. He deserves no less than perfect. He can’t have anything less than perfect. You would never allow for it.

Your thoughts are halted as he possessively grabs you by the hips. Focusing his attention on positioning his beautiful member to your entrance. He grazes his tip on your folds, moving up to rub it on your clit, drawing a moan from your lips.

He looks at you with a smolder, glad to see you so ready for him. If your moans weren't enough of an indication, then the amount of spend you have coming from your cunt did the job. 

I exist for this.

This is why I was put on this earth.

I exist to serve my master.

The thoughts cycle in your head over and over, unrelentingly loud in your mind until you say it out loud:

“I exist to serve you master, that is why I was put on this Earth”

He leans into your ear, “That’s fucking right you do.”

He pushes into you with the force of a God, quickly pumping in and out of you. Gods, he is huge. You are so full of love and obsession and his- his cock You feel like you can die again. So overwhelmed, so overjoyed, so- full.

You lie on the bed as he brutally fucks your cunt, pumping with unrelenting vigor, leaving your mouth hanging open. His actions draw lewd sounds from your throat. You feel so utterly fucked. 

He stops for a brief moment to flip you so that you are on top of him. You squeak and giggle at the motion, drawing a smile from Astarion’s gaze.

“I want you to ride me, pet.” He hikes his hips in a way that allows his cock to hit the spot that he knows drives you crazy. “I am going to make you come enough times for a lifetime.”

“Oh master I-” you feel yourself losing yourself to pleasure. “I’m so close, master. I’m so close” He reaches his hand to your clit while pumping his cock into your g-spot.

“That’s a good girl” he growls intently examining your reaction to his pleasing you. “Now, be a doll and come for me”

The command slipping from his lips filled your body with white light and heat beyond comprehension. You scream his name and moan as you come positively undone. Your body goes limp, crashing down onto him.

He wraps his arms around you soothingly, rubbing your back. You feel as though you may fall asleep. You are fucked beyond thought, basking in the embrace of both your beloved master and the afterglow of your climax. Astarion’s cock still hard and throbbing inside of you. He is not finished with you yet. Not until his spend is leaking from your cunt and he is empty.

Last chapter: Boots

Next chapter: Pink

[anashins]

hi mina, happy new year! starting off 2023 good through sending u a request!! i dunno if you have done this but can i request idol!jaehyun x actress!reader? but rather than reader who's fangirling over him, it's the other way around. like jh has been watching reader's works, praised her acting n recommends few of her works n stuff on live. so when they get paired tgt for a drama, they make such a cute couple both off and on screen, constantly giving compliments to e/o, etc., the rest is yours to tell!! thank you!!

(this is my manifestation of actor jaehyun to make a comeback in 2023, hopefully 🥲)

Pairing: idol!Jaehyun x actress!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: HNY, dear! Let's manifest actor!Jaehyun in a romantic role that makes us all swoon 😍

“You did well - J.”

You twisted the card in your hands, inspecting the front and the back, but not much else information had been sent along with the flowers that had waited for you in the dressing room on your last day of shooting. 

It was normal for actors to get flowers and gifts once they finished filming, but you usually knew who sent them - staff, crew, friends, family members. There wasn’t a person in your narrow circle of acquaintances starting with the letter ‘J’ and not having written their full name on the cards except for the mysterious sender of the pink peonies. 

Out of all flowers, they were your favorite ones, that much they knew.

“Do you know who sent them?” you asked your assistant, but she also only shrugged.

“They got brought in with all the other gifts.” She paused and then widened her eyes as though she got hit by a sudden realization. “I bet it’s Jaehyun! How funny would that be?”

You blinked still in confusion. “Who?”

“Jaehyun from NCT. The one you’re shooting your next drama with? The lead? Hello?”

“Ah, you mean Jeong Yuno. I don’t perceive him as the idol he is. Under his real name, he’s only my co-actor.” 

You were only a casual listener to k-pop, but of course you knew NCT. When you had first gotten casted for this new coming of age drama, you were so happy to finally do something that wasn’t targeted to teens only that you didn’t care much about who the lead was, that was how much you trusted the respectful director. When it was announced that Jaehyun from NCT would do his second drama alongside you in this challenging project, you had been initially doubtful. He was an idol, not an actor, and idol dramas had quite the reputation you didn’t want to live up to. You hoped he too.

“I saw his Instagram live yesterday.” Your assistant was a certified fan with her bias being Doyoung. “He recommended your newest release and encouraged his fans to look forward to this one. He’s certainly such a fanboy of yours.”

“... he did?” You looked at the flowers and the card again. “He certainly got a lot of praise for his first drama.”

“I told you so!”

You allowed yourself to smile, getting caught up in a wishful thought that your assistant could be right and the flowers came from him, although you hadn’t even met personally yet. He was indeed very handsome, and from what you had seen, kind and respectful too, certainly a nice lead to act alongside with.

“Are we getting flattered, y/n?” she teased.

“No way!” you defended yourself. “Could be anyone else too. Quite a few celebs recommend my works, it probably has nothing to do with him.”

“Whatever you say, but that’s my guess.”

____

“Jaehyun, how was your experience working alongside y/n for your newest drama? She’s praised as the greatest actress of this generation.”

Jaehyun looked at the interviewer. He had been booked today for a photoshoot and an article with this magazine, of course questions about his latest work were inevitable. 

“She certainly is,” he answered. “She’s been in the industry since she was a child, so she has a lot of experience and could teach me many things since this is my second drama only. We practiced our scenes together a lot, so that the director would be satisfied and not many re-shoots were needed. She’s a capable and helpful co-actress.”

“What was an incident that stuck with you while filming?”

“One day, I came in sick, but we really needed to close this certain scene at the venue. Y/n waited for me with a thick blanket in which she wrapped me once I finished filming so that I wouldn’t be too cold. Aside from being a great actress, y/n is a great person too, always looking out for others.”

Jaehyun knew the last sentence was probably pushing it, but he got a kick out of it, wondering how much of it could make it through the editing process since he had read through the internet as well. Most of his fans were head over heels for such facts that supported their fictional ship. Truth to be told, he hadn’t expected such a positive reception, especially since they had quite a few kissing scenes too. 

“Okay…” The interviewer raised his brow over Jaehyun’s open attitude.  “You once admitted you were a fan of y/n or better say her works, even before shooting the drama. While filming, it was quite obvious that you got along well, not only during your scenes together, but also privately as you constantly talked and joked around. Would you say the fondness you had developed for each other on screen transferred to off screen? Fans would certainly be delighted. They even refer to you as the next Song couple.”

“This is not an appropriate question,” the manager interrupted. “I would ask you to stick to the questions approved beforehand.”

“Yes, but only this additional one… y/n recently got spotted wearing a shirt you once wore as well that wasn’t even produced by the designer anymore and was a bit too large for her. How can you explain this?”

“Please stick to the approved questions,” the manager chided again, obviously ready to throw hands.

“With an occupation in the entertainment industry, not as an idol but now also as an actor, I wouldn’t have so much time for a relationship,” Jaehyun cleared up. “In the future, I would like to continue concentrating on drama roles while simultaneously giving my best to contribute to the group. Please look forward to NCT’s comeback next month.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun.”

____

When Jaehyun had finished his last schedule for the day, he got into the car. It was already dark outside, but he still pulled out his phone to dial a certain number. She picked up right after the first ring.

“Listen…” he began and sighed, “I know you like wearing my clothes. But can you please not pick out one from years ago that people might recognize? They are sharp-eyed.”

She giggled at the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, it looked so cozy. Are you already on your way?”

“Yes. See you in a few. I brought a gift.”

On the seat next to him, there was a bouquet of pink peonies.

[nickynop]

(Tw: mental health, blades, just in general violent stuff)

The escape. (Codependent pt 7)

'This will work. It just has to work.' you thought to yourself. You were sat back waiting for the usual sounds of the guards. Internal clock telling you it wouldn't be long before they showed up. Anticipation rolling around in your body, making your skin crawl. Adrenaline was fighting to take over, it wasn't clear if you wanted to throw up or run laps.

Long laps, like the laps you used to do around the dauntless facility. It hurts, you'd give anything to be there right now, exhausting yourself with running, waving at your friends/coworkers.

'Please, please work.'

You just had to get home, even death didn't feel like an actual option. It was such a need that swelled around your chest. Fingers starting to tap on the ground to try and release some of the energy.

"Hey" you heard the word but for some reason your brain didn't focus on it. "Hey y/n... You need calm down." It came from a quiet but gruff voice, and this time it snapped you out of your head. You flicked your eyes up, looking over to Eric who just stared back "If they see you all jittery they're gonna be suspicious." he said, voice going lower and softer. "Take a breath." He was right, of course. It took a bit to reply but eventually you managed to choke out a "Right.". It felt like you were chewing on the word with the struggle you had forcing it past the lump in your throat.

You spent the rest of that time trying to calm your breathing and anxious stomach. You thought you started doing pretty good until you heard the door unlock and start to open. Your hands clenched, all the feelings rushing back, all you could do was try and mask it. Keeping the rest of your body loose and tired looking. Both of you were slumped against the wall. Eric pretended that their entering had woke him up.

He must of done an okay job, they didn't look twice at either of you. Just came over and started picking you both up to drag you away.

Once they started actually moving you, your heart leapt and you gave one last subtle look at Eric. Hoping he could hear your thoughts of the wishes-no, prayers of good luck. His eyes were borderline unreadable, he just looked at you like maybe it was the last time. And maybe it was.

Your head spun the entire way to your room. Making sure it had the plan clearly set up and that you would be able to do every step. You didn't even really register when you entered the room, not realizing you were there until you felt your legs getting restrained.

The reality that it was time started hitting you. 'fuck this is it' 'it's all up to this day' were the thoughts that poured through your head, just a bit longer then you would be ready to unleash hell. Fighting to keep your breathing easy as you tried to subtly look around, looking for anything you could use to aid your escape and hell making. There were plenty of big objects but not a lot that you could see getting your hands on for your initial release.

Attention snapped to your side as the doctor rolled over a tray over next to you. It had a lot of scary sharp things on it. The fuck was his plan for you today? You pondered it for a moment, having all the worst images enter your brain before again deciding you couldn't stay to find out.

Looking at the things in the tray you decided needed one, but how to get it? I mean your hands weren't tied up yet, sure. But those big guys are still in here to see you if you make a hasty grab at it. You'd have to be really sneaky, and patient. Which proved difficult. Time felt so slow waiting for any possible window allowing you to grab anything.

It was an anxious agony trying to stay calm. There were a few times your brain yelled 'Now!' but immediately followed by a 'no, no wait, not yet'. This repeated for awhile until you noticed a true opportunity present itself.

The doctor was currently working on getting a bunch of syringes filled with unidentifiable liquids. And the guards were taking their attention away from you, whispering to each other. Was this the moment? Fuck you had to be quick if it is. You watched as the two men turned around, checking some sheets on the door while still whispering. Their own distraction from you only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough. You reached your hand out and grabbed something that looked like a small saw, bringing it back and tucking it under your thigh by where your hands are usually restrained. By the time they turned around you looked like you had a few seconds ago.

And to your relief they didn't even question it. The doctor slid his other tray over, none the wiser. He grabbed your forearm, lifting it to start putting I.V.'s in. Not letting them run yet, just getting them in place. As usual he was rough.

As soon as he got them where he wanted he looked at the men "I'm ready for their arms to be restrained" the men nodded, walking over instantly to do so. As usual they had your hands at your thighs, right next to where you put your little tool. Thank God.

Once they were done the doctor dismissed them. And they nodded at him before turning to leave the room. 'Back to Eric now" you thought to yourself. Counting on their routine to be the same.

And it was. As usual they left quickly, and once they were gone the doctor started speaking "I've got a special treatment for you day. One I've been itching to try." his voice was horrid. Slick with malicious intent. It pissed you off. He turned around again, getting something on his computer turned on, mumbling to himself. You took this moment to slide your fingers under your thigh, pulling out the very tiny saw and pointing it up towards you. Slipping it in-between your straps and actual skin.

Quietly but quickly you started moving it. Trying to make quick work of the material.

When he turned back to you, you slowed. Not stopping but trying to make sure the movement didn't catch his eye. He strode back over. Looking over his syringes. Probably trying to decide which one he wanted first.

You were starting to break out in a sweat, gently pulling the arm that was trying to free itself, putting pressure against the now weak attachment it had. He finally put down his hand and picked one up.

That was the moment. As quick and as chaotic as the day they took you. Your hand holding the saw broke free, swinging up.

His head shot towards you but before he could do anything you slammed the saw down onto his shoulder. Pulling back to it cut through clothes and flesh.

A scream rang out from him as he stumbled back a bit, half out of shock and half out of pain. You took those moments to bring the saw down to your other restrained wrist and legs quickly cut it free. It was easy when you had the entire strength of an arm to push through them. Quickly removing the I.Vs you hopped up, turning your attention back to him just in time to see him start to charge you, you didn't need to see his eyes to tell he was fucking pissed.

Yelling back, you also started charging. When he got close enough to swipe at you, you easily swayed back, years of being dauntless still keeping you quick. You then leapt forward, kicking him in his chest. He stumbled back more, exposing all the important parts of his body. You took that moment to lean forward again, delivering a swift punch to the throat. He may be the enemy but it's clear he definitely doesn't have any sort of combat training. He immediately bent over, coughing and grabbing his throat. He was gonna be the easiest part of all this. Heart pounding in your chest and ears, you then reached down, grabbing his head roughly and slamming it into the table next to you. The adrenaline was definitely working, you felt strong and got proof of the fact you were when his body fell to the floor, limp. You stood over him for a few seconds, waiting for any sign of movement. There was nothing.

He was out cold. And now you needed to move to the next part of the plan and get those guys to leave Eric's room and come back to yours. Standing back, body shaking, you turned your head till you see the very obvious alarm button. Stammering forward, you lifted your arm and slammed your elbow into the glass till it broke so you could hit the alarm. A few seconds after hitting it, a horrid alarm sound started blaring, accompanied by a flashing red like through the room.

You knew there had to be those guards on their way back. Which means the first part of the plan had worked. This knowledge seeped into you. As it did, a wave washed over you. It took you from feeling like you were shaky and gonna hurl, to nothing. You didn't feel scared or mad, not even happy. You just felt focused. Ready for this to be over.

You let out a smooth breath and headed over to the syringe tray. Picking up two syringes, one that looked like the stuff they made you feel like you caught on fire and the other was a mystery. Hopefully it was something that would be helpful to you. Holding them both in one hand, you hurried to the other side of the room. There was the big stuff you had seen earlier, you picked up one that seemed to have good weight and sturdiness. No idea what it was but it didn't really matter now.

[basketballanonsblog]

Vulnerability

Happy advanced birthday, Jeongie! This is the continuation of 'Amidst the darkness'

-x-

Four simultaneous and high pitched squeals made you wince as you covered your ears.

As per usual on a Friday night, Chaeyoung and Mina, along with your two other friends Sana and Dahyun, who were soulmates too, invited themselves to your apartment.

At first it surprised you, but their presence in your life was a welcomed part of your routine. You felt less lonely with them around.

"Y/n has finally met her soulmate! Our baby is finally growing up!" Sana pinched your cheeks and you playfully swatted her hands away.

"Sana, I'm literally older than all of you combined."

"Shhhh. Just tell us everything."

You told them as much as you can since your interaction with your newfound soulmate was brief but they squealed again when you mentioned your hands touched as you returned her handkerchief.

However, you blushed at their laughter when you told them the final detail. In hindsight, you should have expected it.

"Oh my god, you ran away?!" You glared at Chaeyoung who just doubled in laughter as she asked the question.

"I'm Jeongyeon. It's nice to finally meet you, y/n."

The initial giddiness wore off, along with the glow, bringing you back to reality. Wow. Your soulmate was gorgeous.

"Y/n?" From now on, no one else aside from her is allowed to say your name.

Say something, fool!

I think I love- not that!

"I- um. Never mind. I have to..."

You shook your head and ran to your car, leaving her confused.

"I panicked okay! I was overwhelmed." Suddenly, you groaned out of frustration and sat down.

"What if I never see her again? Then I'll be branded as the idiot who ran away from their soulmate. I don't even know her last name."

"Is this her? Dahyun piped up.

She showed you her phone which lo and behold revealed Jeongyeon's instagram profile.

"How?"

"She was one of the members of a group I wrote a song for. When you said her name I thought this could be her."

"Oh dubu, I could just kiss you!" You engulfed her tightly, lifting her off the floor.

"Hey! Get your own girlfriend."

"Believe me, I'll try."

~◇~

On the other side of town, another group of five women were also celebrating this exciting event.

"I can't believe she ran away from you."

"Cut her some slack Nayeon unnie. It was quite cute. She blushed when I smiled at her before stuttering and running away." Jeongyeon recounted the encounter with a smile of her own.

"Look how smitten she is! You should invite her tomorrow."

A ding of a notification answered on her behalf as she saw a message on Instagram.

"Oh my god it's her."

"How did she find you so quickly?"

Jeongyeon opened the message and laughed.

"It's Dahyun! She stole her phone to message me."

Another notification came through, this time it was for a video call. Nayeon snatched the phone and accepted.

"Dahyun!"

"Hey guys! Y/n is a good friend of mine, hence why I have her phone. She's quickly gone to get food so we can't talk for long."

"That's fine, but I'm guessing we all know how their first meeting went down." All of them laughed.

"Y/n rarely loses her composure, so Jeongyeon must have really turned her world upside down."

"Then as their friends, a little nudge in the right direction wouldn't hurt. Jeongyeon's birthday celebration is tomorrow night, you guys should come."

"We'll be there!"

"Great!"

Nayeon hung up and tossed phone back to its owner but Jeongyeon couldn't even be annoyed since the idea of seeing you elated her.

~◇~

Mina peered into your room, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed and lightly shaking your shoulder.

"Psst. Y/n. Wake up."

"Hm?"

"We have to go gift shopping."

"Sana's birthday is still more than a month away." You pulled the blanket over your head, trying to fall back asleep.

"True, but it's your soulmate's birthday today and we're seeing her later."

Now that woke you up. You shot up out of bed looking at Mina with wide eyes.

"WHAT?!"

~◇~

The five of you had made it to the apartment and you were grateful that it was only the ten of you; eight of which were hell bent on pushing you two together.

Which led you both to sitting outside on the balcony.

"Well, at least our friends are getting along."

"Because they teamed up to plan this. I didn't find out until this morning when Mina woke me up."

"You guys are close then?"

"Yeah, I've known Mina for a long time but how we met, is a story for a different day. The five of us live in the same building and they have access to my apartment, so they let themselves in whenever they want."

"Sounds like my friends and I too."

Silence befell momentarily before you revealed your gift.

"I heard you'd been wanting a camera."

Jeongyeon just stared in awe.

"Y/n...you didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to."

You smiled at her before glancing at her lips. Suddenly, you were feeling overwhelmed, like in your first meeting, so you looked straight ahead.

"Y/n?"

"Give me a moment, my heart needs to calm down."

"Do I make you that nervous?"

"You have no idea. You make me feel...vulnerable."

"Is that so wrong?"

You felt her rest her head on your shoulder before answering.

"Being vulnerable with you, will never be a bad thing."

"Good."

She moved closer, intertwining your arms together and it wasn't long before Jeongyeon fell asleep.

You looked at her once more, pressing your lips against her hair.

"Happy birthday Jeongyeon."

-♡-

I caved and posted this today instead of Tuesday 🤷🏽‍♀️

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

hello mei 😊 how are you today? i want to start this ask off by saying how surprised i was when you first followed me! pleasantly though of course :) ive made efforts to make my account as private as possible out of shyness but im so happy you followed me because you are such a pleasure to have on the dash 😊

i love how you keep your main f/o a secret… i admire it so much..! i have a secret f/o myself but she is by no means a main f/o and i dont post about her that much really!

ANYWAY. i have a few questions if youd be comfortable answering :) i know the nature of having a secret f/o can make answering questions hard… but i will try my best to ask questions you can answer vaguely while hopefully not giving anything away about him :)

first… when did you realise you loved him? and… do you have a story attached to your ship? if so, did it take long for the two of you to fall in love? or was it relatively fast?

@stop-the-dams

OH MY GOSH HI!!!! YOU !!!!! i'm so sorry this is so late i think my inbox is eating th asks or something idfk BUT!!!

you are too sweet what the heck!!!!! /pos :'DDD omg yes apologies if my following was startling initially but i'll be so honest gorillaz is my fav band so i was soosososo excited to see a murdoc self shipper!!!! i know the lore pretty decently if u ever want to gush or discuss or anything, and i love seeing your posts as well!! hes v lucky to have u ;3

and thank you for the kind words AAAH sometimes i feel so invalid for keeping things secret so that really means a lot!! i'd be more than happy to answer though, those are such thoughtful questions im smiling ADHASUFDHD

cutting this up bc i rambled quite a bit im afraid...

anywayssss i actually saw my f/o for the first time on my damn TIKTOK FOR YOU PAGE which is. so goofy but i was like omg who is that :0 nd i eventually got into his source bc of him, so i guess i just liked him from the start as silly as that sounds :'3

as far as a story, i havent really thought of one but there is kind of an au that i play around w sometimes!! i like to headcanon that we wer both like. lowkey pining after first meet but both too oblivious to realize it LMFSKDJF . so i guess a mix of both lolz :)

ANYWAYSSS sorry that was insanely long but i would love to hear about ur selfship lore as well, if youre comfortable!! ur relationship seems so devoted n genuine , im curious to hear more abt how it happened (no pressure tho ofc!!) thanks again this was so sweet!!!<3

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

This is only tangentially related to the Trigun Book Club, since it’s more about Stampede, but I had this thought while reading Trigun Volume 1. There’s a particular change for the 23 anime I want to talk about. It might be obvious to others but it’s one that gave me a lot of confidence in the show early in its run:

How they handled Father Nebraska and Gosef.

First I won’t be adding images to this post, mostly because I don’t have the energy to hunt down and add them. Chronic fatigue is a bitch like that.

Rereading Trigun volume 1 reminded me of how these two are portrayed in the manga and 98: as villains of the week, and pretty deplorable at that. Gosef is a giant who can’t speak, and Father Nebraska is an ugly little crook. At no point is the audience supposed to sympathize with them.

When Vash fights them, he still refuses to kill either of them, and doesn’t even try to shoot until he’s forced to. It’s a demonstration of Vash’s pacifism even in the face of violence, directed both at him and at others. In the end Gosef is incapacitated (painfully!) and Father Nebraska is humiliated. The bad guys are defeated, love and peace wins! The characters fulfill their role in the story and the narrative moves on.

In Stampede they’re initially framed as villains of the week, but with some differences from the manga.

We start by following their approach to Jeneora Rock, getting a little more characterization for them, and building them up as villains, before they confront our main characters. Then we have them chase Vash, where we follow Vash and friends again. Then after Vash escapes them, the scene sticks with the two for a moment. We see Gosef disagree with his Father, stopping him from trying to follow Vash further. (Even though Gosef can only say his own name like a Pokemon, he’s given more character here!) We see Nebraska despair at the idea of going back to jail, then deciding to steal Jeneora’s plant instead. We spend a great deal following these two obvious villains, learning their quirks and motivations.

When the two finally confront Vash (after trying to hurt/kill a pregnant women no less!) we get the episode’s climax. Vash openly states that he doesn’t hold any grudge against the townspeople who just tried to hunt them, and that he wants to “save” the Nebraskas too, if they’ll let him. Then he gets his chance when the platform they’re standing on begins to break, the whole thing culminating in the whole town getting together to save Gosef from falling to his death. After hauling him back to safety, Father Nebraska hugs his son and promises to never put him in danger again.

Worth nothing, Nebraska’s love for his son is portrayed a bit differently in both series. Both has him berating others for (unintentionally) harming his son, and in the manga/98 he tries to get revenge on Vash for hurting his son. We never see a demonstration of this love though, and it could easily be read as conflating love with the humiliation of defeat.

It’s a bit different in Stampede!

Father Nebraska’s love for his son is juxtaposed to Rosa’s. We see Rosa worried for Tonis a couple of times in the episode, shooing him away before she tries to capture Vash, and when Tonis is almost run over. But when she goes to shoot Nebraska as Gosef is hanging off the ledge, Nebraska makes a plea for his son’s life, to the woman whose life and child he endangered earlier. She makes him promise to return the plant, the thing which all their lives depend on, then gets the whole town to save Gosef.

In the end Father Nebraska and Gosef join the rest of the townspeople in Rosa’s diner/bar. Nebraska complains about people drinking early in the day, and Gosef has a cute interaction with Tonis. (son 2 son communication)

I wouldn’t call this a redemption of these two, Nebraska still looks down on people and hasn’t exactly promised to not hurt anyone anymore. They still did try to steal the thing keeping the town alive and hurt a lot of people, but it’s not about if they were punished for what they did, because it’s not about retribution. Vengeance would have been able Rosa shooting Father Nebraska and letting Gosef fall to his death. It might have even been sending these two back to jail after the episode is done. Trigun isn’t about vengeance, it’s about cycles of violence and trying to break them.

It’s noteworthy too that after their appearance in the manga and 98, the Nebraska’s are never seen again until they’re mentioned by the other half of their family in the Little Arcadia arc, and the Nebraskas in that episode are treated similarly to Gosef and Father Nebraska. But in Stampede the two persist into the next episode, similar to the rest of the town’s cast. Gosef being blown up at the end of the episode (running out of the diner to spare the people he’d just been trying to rob!) is a sad moment! The next episode has Nebraska calling out for Gosef, shows his genuine grief when he confronts E. G. The Mine, and once again he asks Vash whose side he’s on. When Nebraska is maimed by Knives (comparing the powerlessness of our villain of the week to our main antagonist) the audience is meant to be horrified! (Even with Nebraska’s weird facial expressions). We see both at the end of the episode too, both bandaged up and bleeding, but alive! I’ve seen many reactions to this episode include relief at seeing Gosef alive.

The Gosef and Father Nebraska in the manga/98 would have NEVER gotten this reaction from its audience. They were never meant to.

For Stampede, these changes create a very early demonstration of how Vash’s capacity for kindness and empathy can humanize others. Vash sees the Nebraskas as people who deserve compassion, same as the townspeople, same as anyone else. We are meant to see them the same way Vash does. Treating them as people ends the conflict with everyone alive and (mostly) unharmed. It fits more strongly with the themes of the story, of the blank ticket, of finding humanity in inhuman places.

(One thing that is worth nothing, and which I am not equipped to comment on, is the racial coding of Father Nebraska. In the manga/98 he has darker skin and balding, while in Stampede he’s lighter but also has white dreadlocks. I’m sure there’s something to dissect here but, again, I’m white enough to be reflective.)

It’s a small thing for the story of Stampede to change, the treatment of these two characters by both the narrative and the characters. Not to dunk on the original manga, but it was early in the series run, and Stampede shows us a more refined and thoughtful presentation of Trigun’s early villains.

Anyway, love Trigun in all its forms, and love Vash the Stampede. This is The Good Shit.

[saw3amanda]

understand more than i am saying (chapter 1)

[sequel to miss missing you (now and then)]

[six months ago]

Clark,

When I was in primary school, I learned that the heart was a hideous, twisted mass, hidden away in the middle (not the left) of my chest. Revulsion and betrayal; my eight year old mind was distraught. I wanted desperately to forget this, wanted to picture a pretty pink glow, rounded and effusive. 

Years later, far too long, I saw a picture of two hearts sewn together and the knot of horror eased. The commercial heart I doodled on exams, thrown on walls in February, written in letters from my mother (tucked in the bottom, always near her signature. inseparable.) Your heart and mine, it said, together when we couldn’t be.

Your heart tied to mine.

(Sometimes tying those threads between us takes effort, scraping almost-forgotten knowledge out of Gordian knots out of the caverns, thread barely long enough to meet,, yanking the ends together as it stretches between us. But a taut string indicates proximity, doesn’t it?)

My heart tied to yours.

When I was in primary school, I would picture the twitching muscle and wonder where the connotation of love came from. But it was always my chest tightening when I made the pretty boy in class laugh. Warmth caged by my ribs, like the watered down wine at the church Alfred would drag me to. That was why the heart represents love. My being exists due to the love of others and I exist due to my heart circulating oxygen. Circulating love, circulating oxygen, you pick.

When I was fifteen (what didn’t happen when I was fifteen? I felt real for the first time. I was solid, physical, able to touch and change the lives of others of my own volition. My decisions mattered, for the first time in my life. I was a drifting wraith made solid, both Orpheus and Eurydice. I had the strength to not turn around [constantly tested as I moved and started at a rural Kansas school] and the faith to continue forward.)

I had believed myself in love, a year before. A friend who I, to be jejune, pined for, whose attention I became obsessed over. I had thought I knew, and then suddenly I was Eurydice stepping into the sun and Orpheus turning around, victorious. But their joy only lasted a moment too, didn't it?

How could the heart represent love, Clark? How could it, when you stole the air from my lungs, when my blood rushed as I confessed my feelings (stupid, diminutive word) in the dancing barn dust and February sun. My words stuck in my throat and my voice wavered, my hands shaking, legs clumsy. How could love be contained in the heart when my entire being thrummed with you?

I left you, eventually. It wasn’t a tactful exit, not as clean as either of us would’ve liked. I was seventeen and terrified, and now I’m twenty-five and terrified.

Christ, Clark. This is what I am. Writing trite Eurydice metaphors and confessions eight years past. 

Forgive me,

B 

Bruce had never before felt the night wind whip past his cheeks while he was still dressed in kevlar. It was a curious sensation that stripped him bare. He was viciously uncomfortable, but it was a discomfort he felt he needed to suffer through.

Clark stood, midnight blue of his uniform blending with the fresh nightfall, three feet in front of him. Bruce had had ample time to estimate the exact distance between them in the full minute of silence that had transpired. He only looked at Clark after the initial reveal, then had cowardly counted the inches on the scuffed concrete rather than face him again. 

Bruce’s hair (a few inches longer than to his liking) ruffled from a cool breeze, and he resisted every urge to slam his cowl back on. 

Clark cleared his throat.

“I…” He tried. He swallowed, a flashy show of his throat moving and Adam's apple bobbing, and Bruce swept his gaze to the faded threads of sun across the horizon.

“How long have you known?” Clark uttered softly into the night. Bruce kept his breathing as steady as a metronome, though his inhalations were still harsh in his ears. He wasn’t able to gauge Clark’s reaction thus far; there was clear shock, but did Clark speak quietly out of anger? Was it embarrassment or disappointment in the flush on his cheeks?

“I've suspected since ‘The Superman’ was introduced,” Bruce said evenly. “But it was confirmed when we started working together.”

“Jesus Christ, you've known the whole time.” Clark muttered to himself, scrubbing his hands viciously against his eyes. He dropped his arms and stared directly at Bruce. “How. How did you know?”

Bruce had imagined telling Clark more times than he could count, and planned for every possible reaction. He prepared answers to questions that may never be asked, running through lines like a measured public relations response.

Whatever script he had memorized, he could not recall. He felt pinned, felt seen by Clark’s piercing gaze. He lost every meticulously constructed barrier he had built between them. With an exposed face and crumbling defenses, he had no carefully fortified answer. He could only tell the truth.

“In high school,” Bruce started. He carefully avoided any mention of their relationship; neither of them needed the reminder at the moment. “I had noticed moments where you showed your abilities. This, coupled with certain mannerisms and the fact that you had always wanted to move to Metropolis, was too uncanny to ignore.”

I knew because it was you , he bit back. I knew because I had studied every feature of your face for years. I would know the hook of your nose, the black curls, the shape of your eyes blind. I knew because I hoped. I knew because I wanted it to be you.

Clark had closed his eyes as Bruce was speaking, and Bruce took the reprieve to finally snap his cowl back on. He exhaled slowly, and the reverb of his modified voice rumbled quietly. The air of separation it brought between them did not go unnoticed by Bruce.

He watched Clark's jaw clench and unclench in silence.

“So,” Clark started, opening his eyes and fixing his gaze on Bruce. “You've known who I was for what, a little over two years? And actively lied一”

“Omitted.” Bruce interrupted..

Clark clenched his jaw once again, and Bruce swore he heard molars grinding against each other.

“Fine. Omitted this detail from every conversation we've had the entire time we've known each other.” Clark's eyebrows drew together, and he shook his head slightly. Bruce watched the sweat-damp curl on his head flutter, warmth sparking in his chest. “Since Superman and Batman have known each other. And you never once thought it prudent to tell me?”

“No, Superman,” Bruce said, reminding them both who and where they were. Clark flinched slightly, and Bruce ignored the pang of regret. “I didn't.”

Clark huffed out an unamused laugh and shook his head, then turned his stare back on Bruce. He almost shivered, like a devotee facing an angry god.

“You know what?” Clark gave a wry, brittle smile. “Knowing you, it makes sense. I wish I was surprised.”

(Bruce loathed the sudden glow blooming in his chest. Clark, despite Bruce’s assiduous effort against it, did know him, and Bruce hated it even as some part of him latched onto this fact, leaving claw marks in its wake.)

Clark seemed to be expecting him to say something, but Bruce had nothing to give. (He had too much to give. Are you disappointed that it's me? He felt the question in time with every beat of his heart. I hurt you to protect my identity, and I'd do it again. I can't seem to stop hurting you. I don't know how.) 

After a minute of Bruce’s quietude, he sighed and wiped his hands down his face.

“Look,” Clark said. “We clearly need to talk about this. I mean you一 for an entire year一”

A groan of frustration ripped through his throat, and Bruce watched the insignia on his chest stretch as he took a deep breath.

“The point is we need to have a conversation about this.” Clark repeated, exhaling slowly. “I'm going to need a better answer on why you didn't tell me. But I can't do this now. Between Luthor today and you being…well, I'm exhausted.”

Bruce nodded tersely, not quite meeting Clark's eye, but looking somewhere over his shoulder into the distance. Dead leaves rattled  across the rooftop, a quick snare's harmony under a fledgling moon. Bruce could see bright lights parading on the streets below them. The night had brought a certain peace upon this sparkling city and Bruce let its ambient noise fill the space between the two. 

Clark must've taken this as his goodbye; he turned around, his feet once again lifting a scant few inches above the concrete rooftop. Bruce was struck by a sudden, urgent sense of deja vu, down to the desperate desire to say something, anything to keep Clark from leaving just a moment more. Bruce was stepping forward before he had properly made the decision, arm reaching out to Clark.

“I meant it,” He blurted out, and his hand fell away before he could touch Clark. He cursed himself for how compromised he had made Bruce. His desperation was surely written into every line in his body, his greedy hand and frantic words. He carried on regardless. Clark was owed this, at least. “I meant what I said.”

Clark gazed down at him with drawn eyebrows and a downturn to his lips, floating a bit above Bruce.

“I really am sorry, Clark.”

“I know, B.” Clark said, voice hushed. The nickname seemed to have slipped out accidentally; Clark closed his eyes briefly. “But I do deserve answers.”

Time reversed, and Clark left Bruce.

[owl127]

Exactly! Sorry if it’s weird but my brain said so lol

They think she’s just a wolf so she’s stuck in the zoo

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Congrats to our amazing team for rescuing this majestic wolf! Queen was rescued three months ago after being mistakenly shot by a hunter. With her size and pelt, the hunter didn’t think it was a wolf! She’s extremely intelligent, a pack leader, and larger than usual for her species. Our team worked hard to make sure she was healthy before moving her to the Mammal Predators exhibition. Come visit her at the Northwestern Wildlife Zoo!  #northwesterninstitute  #northwesternzoo #wolves #savethewolves 

It wasn’t always that Lexa had the opportunity to wear a suit. Their pack rarely meddled with humans, but when the opportunity arose, she enjoyed the touch of soft fabric over her muscles and tattoos. She would have been enjoying it more as she and Raven walked into the Northwestern Wildlife Institute if it weren’t for her rapidly beating heart.

Clarke was there. She could feel it, a soft presence of her scent wafting from both the research facility and the mammal exhibition corner of the attached zoo. Close, and yet so, so far. 

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Woods and Dr. Reyes," a polite woman said, shaking Lexa's hand briefly. "I’m Dr. Kayla, and I work with Professor Pike." She had been close to Clarke; Lexa could smell it in her skin. Raven cleared her throat and also shook the woman’s hand. 

"Thank you for having us." Raven had always been easier with humans, like most wolves from the Ark Clan. This plan was hers, and contrary to Lexa’s initial plan after they realized who had taken Clarke—which was basically infiltrate, kill, and rescue—this idea might work.

"I understand you want to take one of my wolves," a man called from inside the meeting room, his mustache smelling like old, bitter coffee. Lexa despised the fact that she could detect Clarke's scent on him. "And my favorite one, nonetheless," he amended, gesturing for Lexa and Raven to sit at the meeting table.

"We’ve come to realize that the wolf you captured is already a specimen from our facility," Raven stated, shaking her head at the coffee Dr. Kayla offered them. "As fellow researchers, you understand the importance of returning our specimen."

"She’s been here for months." Pike accepted his coffee, taking a long sip. Under the table, Lexa closed a tight fist in contained anger. "How is it that we’re hearing about you only now? She’s not chipped, she doesn’t have any scars from surgery before we got her, and..."

Lexa focused on her breathing, tightening her jaw so her canines wouldn’t expand and close around the insufferable man’s neck.

Clarke had gone missing while hunting in human territory; inadvisable, but she always enjoyed the thrill. They searched for her for weeks and weeks, with no success. It was Octavia who found her. While on Instagram, she came upon the click bait: Wolf steals kids’ ice cream at the zoo. And there was Clarke, in her white pelt glory, licking a scoop of strawberry ice cream from a kid who thought it was a good idea to jump inside the wolves' cage across the protection barrier. Clarke had kept him safe from the other wolves, and the kid shared his ice cream with her. They found out Clarke had her own Instagram account, @white_pelt_queen_wolf, with multiple videos and photos of the "wild wolf" with unusual behavior.

"I say all of this," Pike continued, and Lexa blinked at him, cringing at the smell of his cheap cologne, "because we’ve been getting threats from non-profits that think a wolf like Queen should be in the wild. "However, as you stated, Dr. Reyes, we understand the value of such a specimen to science and the contributions it can make to the entire species."

Queen. What once had been an intimate nickname between the mated couple sounded like a humiliation to Lexa’s ears now. 

"We are not requesting her to be released," Raven lied easily, "we want her to go back to her home environment. I’m sure there were instances where she demonstrated intense, stubborn behavior." Raven lifted her eyebrows, and Lexa had to suppress a smirk at the look Pike and Kayla shared. Clarke was like that: she was never one to back down.

"We reviewed your paperwork, and it checks out," Pike admitted, his coffee mug leaving a dark stain on the polished glass of the table. "However, we recently discovered that Queen is pregnant."

"Three pups!" Dr. Kayla chimed in.

"It was hard to get her to do the ultrasound," Pike continued, "she can be quite ferocious, and..."

Lexa's blood pumped slowly in her ears, a low ringing dampening the man's words. Clarke was pregnant. Those were Lexa's pups. Before Lexa's teeth could clench into a feral growl, Raven held her hand tightly, her nails biting the skin, until Lexa took a deep breath.

"Not even one?" Pike had been arguing with Raven, and Lexa's throat closed when she understood what they were arguing about. "It's a litter of three; I'm sure that one of the pups can remain at my institute."

"Absolutely not," Raven insisted, her hand like hot steel on top of Lexa's. "Our research facility is responsible for that wolf and any of her pups. It's all in the documentation I shared with you."

"I’m sorry to hear that." Pike took a long pull of his coffee, swallowing it loudly. Lexa wanted to punch his throat and watch it break under her claws. "Let us make a final data collection, and then she can be ready for transportation. My team will reach out to yours."

"Thank you for your time," Lexa said and stood up, and Raven followed her with a frown. "You will hear from our team tomorrow."

Pike smiled smugly as they left the meeting room, unaware of the coffee stain on his collar. As Raven and Lexa passed through the institute’s gate, Lexa said, "He's not giving her up."

"He stank of lying." Lexa..."

"Those are my pups, Raven. My mate. We tried it your way; tonight, we're doing things my way."

0000

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Here’s a video of our Queen refusing to greet her feeders! She chooses what she wants to eat and is able to communicate efficiently when she’s displeased with her food! #northwesterninstitute  #northwesternzoo #wolves #savethewolves 

The video of the large wolf staring at her feeders with a bored expression is followed by the same wolf peeing on the feeder’s jacket as he left the cage.

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

It almost looked like Queen is posing for the kids’ pictures! She’s an incredible wolf! #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo #wolves 

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Every night, Queen howls after the zoo guests are gone. Some say it’s because she left her mate in the wild :( #wolflovestory #queenthewolf #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Queen has rejected another suitor! The wolf from our sister institute in California was painfully rejected as he tried to mount her. The theory that Queen has a mate in the wild continues! #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo #wolves #girlpower

0000

White puffs of air left Lexa’s nose as she crouched over the institute’s wall. On her left, Anya joined her, and on her right, the bulking figure of Lincoln loomed over the high, concrete wall. In black, their shadows were barely visible as they cut the cables of two security cameras and jumped inside the mammal predators section of the zoo. 

Lexa bit her lip when she heard Clarke’s howls.

"Bellamy, you copy?" Anya spoke into her radio. "We’re ready for the distraction up front."

"Roger!" Came his grumpy response. The silent trio counted 65 seconds before an explosion followed by sirens could be heard on the opposite side of the zoo. Raven and Belly had come up with the idea of freeing the monkeys around the zoo, and the night guards would be too busy to look anywhere else but the flying feces coming their way. Lexa waited for the single night guard in the mammal area to receive a call on his radio before they were alone in the night.

One lion growled when they passed by, but Lincoln growled back and the kitten backed off. The tigers were unimpressed as they made their way to the wolves' cage, and a dark panther watched curiously from atop the tree in her cage.

Lexa’s heart jumped to her throat when she saw Clarke’s form, dirty and tired, laying in the corner of the cage. Lexa jumped over the trench separating the wolves from the public, hearing the rushed steps of Anya and Lincoln behind her. The other wolves had learned early to stay away from Clarke. Behind the trench, there was a cage that separated the wolves, and Lexa ran to it, hands trembling on the bars. "Clarke!" she called, to which Anya shushed her. 

Clarke’s head rose so fast as she unfurled like a white bundle of furs, her yellow, wolf eyes fixing on Lexa. She blinked once, twice, her nose trembling as she sniffed the air.

"It’s me, love," Lexa reassured as Lincoln worked on the bars, but the small saw they had brought would take a long time to break her free. 

Clarke jumped to her feet and ran to meet her mate and her pack, whining softly. Lexa morphed into an imposing black wolf, their snouts touching between the cold bars.

"I thought you’d never come," Clarke said in their wolf bond, licking Lexa’s snout. "This won’t work." She pointed at Lincoln’s work. "There’s an entrance through the back. Once I’m out, we can shapeshift and leave."

"We’ll be right there," Lexa promised, and she nodded at both Anya and Lincoln before making her way to the back of the cage.

0000

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

We regret to inform you that Queen was abducted from her cage last night. The security footage has been whipped out, and besides a commotion in the monkey’s area, there was no other sign of breaking in. If anyone has information on Queen’s history, please don’t hesitate to contact Northwestern Wildlife Institute at northwesternzoo@northwesterninstitute.com  #queenthewolf #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo

@octavia_master34

> Maybe her mate finally came to her rescue! 

[simply-sithel]

Always fond of meditating on the nature and purpose and being of a book, and in this instance the project pulled in additional concepts of family and history. Crafted in a slight panic due to a tight deadline, I grappled with the idea of a beautiful hypothetical result and the realities of what I'm capable of.

I've never repaired a book before, nor do I hold much interest in the art despite the fact it's a close craft cousin to book making. That didn't stop me, however, from trying my hand at re-assembling the much loved and completely trashed copy of Better Homes and Gardens Story Book my mother was raised with and in turn shared with my sisters and I in our youth.

The end result is... something. Functional at least. More thoughts and photos under the cut--

To start with-- the book was from the 1950s and has degraded in my family's possession over the years to the point of being unusable. I tell myself it was either this or the dump- I don't believe we were sentimental enough to pay for a real repair job. Obviously someone skilled in the art could have done much better work, but there's something to be said for 'free' and a personal touch. But mostly the 'free' part.

The work was rushed due to many reasons, the most important one being one of my sisters & her kids live abroad and my mother was flying out to visit them. The kids are at that perfect young age of learning both their native tongue and wrangling the English my sister continues to speak at home. Such a simple children's book would be a helpful, well timed learning aid -- in addition to being hand delivered by Oma & having her around to read the stories just as my sisters and I heard them.

My sisters and I still reference The Goops and when I came across Over in the Meadow I almost started crying- could not have conjured the memory alone but seeing it brought back the tune and feeling with great clarity.

Another constraint on the project's timeline was that I didn't want to start it till I'd met with @fanboundbooks at the Renegade retreat. The repair workshop there was one of several, perhaps a touch briefer than I'd like (needed), but it definitely helped set me on the correct path to tackle the project (or at least gave me the unfounded confidence to dive in).

There were so many tears to the pages, many of which had been repaired with now brittle & useless scotch tape. Nearly a third of the pages had fallen out and been taped in, and I had to print 3 missing pages (blessed be the Internet Archive and the fact that I can pick apart HTML to get at image assets otherwise not exposed for export)

I wound up using basic 28lb paper strips to mend the folios, something I've been curious about trying. I was told a long fibered paper would be best to repair the tears and (much to my amusement) I wound up using fragments of the kozo paper I made in class a couple years ago. The off-white color actually complemented the aged pages well, though it definitely looked a bit creepy.

In my efforts to preserve as much of the existing cover as I could, I went with a crude sort of 3 piece bradle setup I think? (naming processes is hard) and rather than use a near-matching tan leather as I'd initially intended (and then accidentally lost at the retreat) I went with a perfect dark blue that complimented the title text & color palette. I used some of the marbled paper gifted to me at the retreat by one of the other attendees as partial endpaper - needed something to cover the joining but didn't want to obscure the original end papers nor the identification on the front cover marking it as belonging to my grandmother.

The book is usable again and that's what's important. Much of the original character and that which it developed over the decades is also still there, which I'm happy about.

I don't regret that much-- something done is better than nothing-- but the hideousness of the top and bottom still bother me. I ran out of time for headbands but given how brittle those pages were I could believe sewing one in place could have distressed them further. The real "oh god, my eyes are burning from the mistake" is the fact that I failed to properly bone down the marbled end pages over the ridge of my quasi bradle binding. You can see a non trivial gap there, under the paper where they should have hugged the board. Ugh. Hurts to look at.

[hjsilva]

Hello people! Or should I say, ladies and gentlemen. Well, it's literally my first post here, I chose 'Sweet Love', because... Well, I had this one saved for a long time, and I thought, why? Hope you like it. And yes, let's start with a very sad one!😉

For those who don't know... (Which I find very difficult, 2023, right!)

Amor Doce is a virtual flirting game. The player is a high school student who has just started at a new school. The objective is to make her meet new characters through the episodes and try to win over the boys present in the game.

How the boys and girls in Sweet Love would react to a 'Let's break up'?

Part 1/?

The characters are from the first season of the game, that is, 'High School'.

Here you are in a relationship, well, for a long time now.

Some characters, unintentionally without hypocrisy, are from the second season, of 'University life'. I took some characters from High School and University life.

Good reading.

Castiel.

Castiel is a strong-willed and difficult to deal with boy. You would probably be at school, where you would go to him in the courtyard, where he likes to hang out a lot, yes, it's a bad place for that, but anyway...

He would be sitting on that bench in the courtyard, initially when he saw you, he would smile with his hand on his waist, but you would notice his serious face. Which was straight to the point. "Cassy, ​​let's break up."

Those were the words you managed to formulate at the moment.

He immediately returned to his usual posture, with his arms crossed. "Seriously, what do you mean?"

You took a deep breath and repeated your line. "I want to break up with you."

He would soon return with a sarcastic smile with his hand on his hip. "But I do not want."

You noticed that he obviously didn't take it seriously, but this time you spoke firmly. "No joke, Castiel. I'm really breaking up with you."

At that moment, Castiel's mood changes, to bad.

"...If you're serious, go ahead. I'm already used to separation." He probably missed school for a few days after that, and wouldn't talk to you, not anytime soon.

Nathaniel.

As we know and have seen, this boy is very serious and studious.

He was at Grêmio as usual, while you were heading there, taking advantage of the fact that he would probably be alone. School is not a good place for that, but you saw no choice.

He was, in fact, a very kind and gentle person with you, and always came to you with more serious matters. When he turned around and saw you, he was probably wondering what you'll need.

Until you take a deep breath and look at him, slightly hesitant.

"Um... You know, Nath, I came here because... I want to break up with you, Nath." You said that, and soon noticed his smile not visible for a few seconds.

As always he remains polite to you, and obviously cares about you.

Then, he would soon place a hand on his face. "Why?" Those were the only words you heard, at that moment, after that, you explained the reason.

It would probably take a while for him to talk to you normally, but until then, he could get back to normal.

Lysandre.

Among them, the quietest and most withdrawn. Mysterious and will rarely trust anyone.

You had a good relationship, obviously, he is always sweet and attentive. And trustworthy, friendly and loyal to you. You are one of the few people he takes the liberty of opening up to. Even if it takes a while to do it.

He was in the hallway when you walked up to him. Taking advantage of the few people there.

You took a deep breath and finally spoke to him. "Lysandre, we need to talk..."

He would just listen to what you have to say. That would leave him quite surprised. "I'm not understanding you?!"

You remained firm, he would return to his normal appearance, and just like Nath, he would want to know why you wanted to break up with him.

After that, he would accept, but again he might become more distant from you, and it wouldn't be as much as before...

Kentin.

He is kind and very much in love with you. Since when you were at the other school. And he finally got what he wanted, dating you too.

He always made his feelings for you clear.

You were talking near the stairs, when you were already thinking about it a few days ago, and took advantage of the fact that it was just you at the moment and started talking.

You sighed. "So, Kentin, I wanted to say something..."

He waited for his lines. When you talked about wanting to break up with him, it was like everything for him would start to fall apart. "Did i do something wrong...?" He would ask, completely sad. And that was visible on his face.

You would explain the reason, he would be very sad. And I would probably avoid you for a while.

Armin.

The self-proclaimed flirt gamer.

You had a great relationship, without a doubt.

You guys would probably be in room A, while you watched him play.

But, you remembered something you had already thought about for many days and were waiting for the right moment to talk to him.

It was then, where you sighed and caught his attention when he finished playing. "Armin, let's break up."

When he stood up, he probably smiled. But soon his shine faded.

“Oh? Out of the blue? Hahahahaha.... are you serious?" He would ask. After you confirm and say the reason, it's that, again... He probably wouldn't be the same.

Priya.

You guys have become very close and look! See you more than just... 'next'.

She always comforts you as much as she could. Furthermore, she is extremely companionable and loyal to you.

Your's were talking at the bar, when suddenly, you remember that you were sitting with her, after calling her to announce your breakup with her, to herself.

"Priya, I called you here to tell you... That I want to break up with you." After his words, she immediately looked at you for a few seconds.

But she didn't answer anything, even though you insisted.

When they got home, she approaches you in bed, and covers you with the blanket. "Now, go to sleep, tomorrow is another day."

She probably didn't take it seriously.

Hyun.

Where did you meet this guy going to have a coffee where he works.

In some of your initial conversations, he was extremely embarrassed and panicked easily, getting confused sometimes, not much changed, even though you were in a relationship.

It was night, and you went to see him at the end of work, when you met outside.

You were extremely direct. "Hyun, I don't want to stall and have it be too painful for too long for us. I want to break up with you."

He was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "Fine, I respect your decision."

You specifically told him the reason you wanted to break up with him.

And well, he would probably still keep the feeling he felt for you inside him, but it wouldn't be like before obviously.

Ryan.

Connecting with your college professor.

It was remarkable since he was attracted to you, and you incredibly accepted his confession.

They were at home when you mentioned the breakup. "Um... Ryan... Well, I want to break up with you." He would look at you for a few seconds, before starting to speak, still taking a while.

"Let's talk." Those were his words, and it was obvious that he wanted to talk and settle things with you, and see if they could still try one more time, but that wasn't what happened, and you end up, but on good terms.

From then on, it would only be professional treatment.

Hello again, well first of all, I just wanted to say that this is part 1, maybe I'll bring part 2 at some other time, with other characters. That's all, I hope you liked it, after all this is very old... But, ok. Until later!!!