#pride came early <33

[cherriisodapop]

Apparently its Lesbian Visibility Week

Well this is awkward

I guess I’ll take this as an opportunity to come out as lesbian rn if it wasn’t already increasingly obvious

I made this decision a month ago but was hesitant to come out because I didn’t wanna come out to everyone and then come to find out my sexuality has changed again-

So ye

Again, this (maybe probably) might change again idk but rn I feel pretty good about my decision ^^ Overall, I’m doing this mainly for myself so I can solidify the decision, face my sexuality with a pair of balls, stop being a little bitch, and be more open about it both on this blog and irl <3

❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️🧡🤍🩷❤️🧡🤍🩷

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 33/33 ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! NO Smut but BIG TRIGGER WARNING, Language, Ben being hurt, Reader being hurt, soft Ben, sad Ben - it´s a fucking mess

Word Count: 4627

A/N: This is part 33 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The baby's room was a testament to Ben's dedication and love. Together, you had spent countless hours painting, decorating, and arranging every detail with care. As you walked around the room, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and anticipation.

The soft gray walls provided a calming backdrop, while colorful accents added warmth and personality to the space. A cozy crib stood in one corner, adorned with plush toys and fluffy blankets, ready to welcome your little one into the world.

On the opposite wall, a small dresser and changing table offered practicality and convenience.

As you ran your hand over the smooth surface of the crib, a wave of emotion washed over you. Soon, this room would be filled with the laughter and cries of your precious baby, a thought that filled you with joy and excitement.

Despite the early stage of your pregnancy, seeing the room take shape helped solidify the reality of the new life growing inside you.

For both of you, it was a way to channel your excitement and anticipation, turning the abstract concept of parenthood into something concrete and tangible. Each brushstroke of paint, each carefully chosen decoration, was a step closer to embracing the future as parents.

Sitting in the rocking chair, you gazed out of the window, the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a warm, comforting light in the room.

The rhythmic motion of the rocking chair was soothing, lulling you into a state of peaceful reflection. As you traced gentle circles on your belly, you couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of new life, feeling a profound sense of connection to the tiny being nestled within you.

"You know", you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper, "your daddy's been working so hard to get everything ready for you. He's been painting and building furniture, all to make this room perfect for when you arrive".

Your hand gently caressed the curve of your belly as you spoke, a tender smile gracing your lips. "And me? Well, I've been trying my best to take care of you, making sure you're safe and healthy in there".

As you spoke, you felt a faint flutter against your palm.

"And let me tell you about your dad", you continued with a playful smirk, "he's a big tough guy, but deep down, he's a total softie when it comes to you. I've caught him talking to my belly more times than I can count, telling you stories and making all sorts of promises".

You chuckled softly at Ben's earnest attempts to bond with the baby. "He's going to be the best dad, even if he does have a habit of burning eggs in the kitchen".

As you spoke, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Ben. You knew that beneath his tough guy act, he had a heart of gold, especially when it came to you and your baby.

"And you know what else?", you continued with a mischievous grin, "he's absolutely terrified of changing diapers. I swear, every time I mention it, he gets this deer-in-the-headlights look. But don't worry, little one, we'll figure it out together".

"I can't wait to meet you", you whispered, your words filled with love and longing. "We're going to be a family, and I promise to love you more than anything in this world".

You rose from the rocking chair with a gentle sigh, feeling a bit restless and in need of some fresh air. Slipping out of the baby's room, you made your way downstairs and towards the front door. The sun was shining brightly outside, promising a pleasant walk through the neighborhood.

Missing Ben, you decided to head to Vought Tower. The familiar route felt comforting, and soon enough, you found yourself stepping into the sleek, imposing building. You made your way up to his office, greeting a few familiar faces along the way.

Once there, you discovered Ben was in a meeting, so you settled down on the couch in his office. The faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. You smiled, feeling a sense of closeness despite his physical absence.

As you waited, you absentmindedly stroked your bump, your thoughts drifting to the life you were building together.

Suddenly the door to Ben's office burst open with a loud thud. Ben stormed in, followed closely by Butcher, their heated argument filling the room.

"I can't believe you’re still against fucking killing him, Butcher!", Ben snarled, his face contorted with frustration. "Keeping Homelander captive is a ticking time bomb. He fucking needs to be put down once and for all".

Butcher rolled his eyes, his own anger simmering just beneath the surface. "I've told you before, Soldier Boy, we need him alive for now. There’s too much we don’t know. We can use him as leverage".

Ben's eyes flashed with fury as he paced the room, his hands clenched into fists. "Leverage? You think that psychopath is going to be anyone's fucking leverage? He´s a fucking piece of shit!".

Butcher stepped closer. "And you think going in guns blazing is the answer? This needs to be strategic, not a bloodbath".

Ben’s anger was palpable, and for a moment, you feared he might lash out physically. But then his eyes landed on you, and his expression softened slightly. "What the fuck are you doing here?", he asked, his voice still edged with irritation, but with a hint of concern creeping in.

Butcher couldn’t resist adding his own commentary, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like someone brought their distraction to work today”, he said, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as Butcher’s teasing remark earned a sharp glare from Ben.

Before things could escalate further, you decided to intervene, hoping to diffuse the situation. “I just missed you”, you said, trying to keep your tone light. “And I was kinda bored”.

Ben’s gaze softened as it shifted to your belly, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "You shouldn’t be wandering around on your own", he said, his voice tinged with worry. "Especially not with everything going on".

Butcher seemed to sense the change in atmosphere, offering a gruff nod before making his exit. "Fine, fine", he muttered, rolling his eyes as he left the office, leaving you and Ben alone once again.

With Butcher gone, Ben turned his full attention back to you, his expression softening as he approached. "C´mere", he said, his voice gentle as he guided you towards the couch.

Ben's grumpiness seemed to melt away as he gently pushed you down onto the couch, his body weight pressing against yours. With tender care, he lifted your sweatshirt, exposing your bare little baby bump, and began placing soft kisses along its surface.

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as Ben continued to pepper your belly with kisses. With each tender touch of his lips, you felt a surge of affection and adoration for the man beside you.

In a soft, murmured voice, barely above a whisper, Ben expressed his love. "I love you so fucking much", he mumbled against your skin, his words filled with emotion and sincerity.

Ben's hands gently cradled your growing bump, his touch both protective and loving. As he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with a mixture of tenderness and awe.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his expression reflecting the depth of his love to you and your unborn child. With a soft sigh, you reached out to caress his hair, your heart swelling with affection for the man who meant everything to you.

Passion ignited between you as Ben pressed his lips to yours, his kiss filled with longing and desire. With your legs spread beneath him, you welcomed him closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you as your lips moved together in a fervent dance of love and need. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you.

But Annie's abrupt entrance shattered the moment, her voice cutting through the air with urgency. "Ben, we need your help!", she yelled, her words punctuated by the sounds of chaos and commotion from outside the office. The urgency in her tone sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through both you and Ben, snapping you out of the intimate bubble you had been enveloped in just moments before.

Ben's demeanor shifted instantly, his focus shifting from you to the chaos unfolding outside the office. With a commanding tone, he ordered, "Stay here", his voice tinged with urgency as the noise escalated and the sound of shattering glass filled the air. You nodded in response, watching as Ben hurried out of the room, his expression grim with determination.

Annie's voice cut through the chaos, her tone urgent as she relayed the situation to Ben. "It's Homelander", she shouted over the noise, her eyes wide with alarm. "And he seems to be on V!".

Ben's jaw tightened with determination as he took in the gravity of the situation. "Stay close", he instructed Annie, his voice firm as he prepared to confront the threat head-on. "We need to take him down before he causes any more damage".

Ben cursed under his breath as he surveyed the scene before him, his eyes narrowing with rage at the sight of the shattered lobby, the injured and screaming people, and the few who lay motionless on the ground, their lives already lost.

Butcher peered out from behind a metal door, his expression a mix of exhaustion and amusement as he glanced at Soldier Boy. "Well, looks like it's another day in paradise, eh?", he quipped, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Who knew babysitting superheroes would be so much fun?".

As Ben dodged another piece of debris hurtling towards him, he muttered under his breath, his voice tense with frustration. "How the fuck did Homelander manage to escape?".

The chaos around them made it difficult to think clearly, but Ben knew they needed to act fast to contain the situation before it spiraled further out of control. With Homelander on V, the stakes were higher than ever, and every second counted in their efforts to bring him down.

As Homelander made his way towards the elevators, Ben cursed under his breath, his jaw clenched with determination. "We can't let him get away", he muttered, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene for any sign of the rogue supe.

With a sense of urgency driving him forward, Ben pushed through the panicked crowd, his focus squarely on intercepting Homelander before he could wreak any more havoc. Time was of the essence, and failure was not an option.

Butcher's grumble mixed with frustration and exhaustion as he observed the elevator doors closing. "Bloody hell, he's probably hunting for you", he muttered towards Ben, his tone dripping with irritation.

Ben's frustration erupted into a string of curses as he realized the danger you might be in. "Fuck", he shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos of the lobby. "We need to get upstairs, now!".

Annie's frustration boiled over as they raced up the stairs, her voice sharp with anger. "Where the fuck is A-Train when we need him?", she cursed, her words punctuated by the sound of their hurried footsteps echoing in the stairwell.

As they sprinted up the stairs with all their might, the sense of urgency weighing heavily upon them, the reality of their limitations became painfully clear. Despite their superhuman abilities, they were still too slow to catch up with Homelander.

Your heart raced as the door slammed open, but your anticipation turned to fear as Homelander strode into the room. Before you could react, his strong grip closed around your throat, pressing you against the wall with alarming force.

Your breath caught in your throat as Homelander's grip tightened, cutting off your air supply. Struggling to speak, you choked out a raspy plea for mercy, but his furious glare told you that he wasn't in the mood for leniency.

"Where is he?", he growled, his voice reverberating with anger. "Tell me, or I'll crush you like a bug!".

"I-I don't know", you managed to gasp out, your voice strained and hoarse. But Homelander's eyes narrowed with suspicion, and he shook you roughly, demanding answers. All you could do was gasp for air, your vision starting to blur as darkness crept in at the edges.

Within seconds, Ben rushing towards Homelander. The rest of the team followed closely behind him, their expressions a mix of concern and readiness for battle.

"Get your fucking hands off!", Ben roared, his voice laced with fury as he confronted Homelander head-on. But Homelander only tightened his grip on you, a menacing sneer twisting his features.

"I'll snap her little neck if you come any fucking closer!", Homelander threatened, his voice dripping with malice as he glared at Ben.

But Ben didn't falter, his gaze locked on yours with unwavering determination. "You touch her, and I swear I'll fucking tear you apart", he growled, his fists trembling with restrained rage.

Homelander's lips curled into a twisted smirk as he observed the scene before him, his grip on you tightening even further. "Looks like you've got yourself in quite the predicament, Soldier Boy", he taunted, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Ben's furious reaction.

You struggled to gasp for air, your vision blurring as the lack of oxygen threatened to overwhelm you. Homelander's mocking words only added to your fear, and you prayed that Ben would find a way to save you before it was too late.

Ben's voice cut through the tension like a knife, his words dripping with barely contained rage as he stepped forward. "Let her go", he growled, his eyes flashing with a deadly intensity. "Or I fucking swear, I'll make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life."

Homelander's smirk widened into a sinister grin as he reveled in the power he held over both you and Ben. "Oh, I don't think so, Soldier Boy", he retorted, his voice oozing with malice. "I have plans for our little reunion, and you're not going to ruin them".

You could feel your strength fading, the world around you growing dim as you struggled to remain conscious.

Homelander's cruel laughter echoed through the room as he taunted Ben, his words laced with disdain. "You know what, since you asked so nicely", he sneered. Without warning, he slammed you against the nearest wall with terrifying force, the impact sending shockwaves of pain coursing through your body.

As darkness closed in around you, you felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm you, your consciousness slipping away as the world faded into blackness.

With a primal scream of "No!", Ben's heart skipped a beat, his worst fears unfolding before his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, fueled by a surge of pure rage and desperation, he charged towards Homelander, his chest beginning to glow with an otherworldly intensity.

Meanwhile, Butcher sprang into action with lightning speed, his focus solely on rescuing you. He swiftly reached your unconscious and bloodied form, scooping you up in his arms before darting away from the chaotic scene.

As seconds dwindled down to the inevitable explosion, Ben made a split-second decision. With a primal roar, he launched himself at Homelander, their bodies colliding with bone-crushing force as they crashed through the nearest window, hurtling out of the building and into the open air.

Ben detonated in a blinding flash of light, the force of the explosion rippled through the air, shattering windows and sending shockwaves reverberating through the city streets. In that moment of fiery destruction, every trace of V within Homelander's body was obliterated, leaving him powerless and vulnerable once more.

As Homelander attempted to scramble to his feet, Ben swiftly tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath his formidable strength. With a primal rage burning within him, Ben unleashed a relentless barrage of blows, each strike of his shield raining down with bone-crushing force upon Homelander's defenseless form.

The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed through the air as Ben's fury consumed him, each strike driven by a primal instinct to protect you and exact vengeance upon the one who dared to harm you. With each blow, Homelander's resistance faltered, his once invincible facade crumbling beneath the relentless onslaught. With a sickening crunch, Homelander's body fell limp, lifeless beneath Ben's victorious wrath.

Meanwhile butcher brought you to the hospital of vought, Annie following him quickly. Annie's urgency was evident as she reached out, grabbing Butcher's wrist in a desperate attempt to gain his attention. "Butcher, she's…", she began, her voice fraught with concern.

But Butcher cut her off with a terse nod, his expression grim as he met her gaze. "Pregnant, I know", he replied, his tone clipped and resolute.

Without wasting another moment, Annie led Butcher towards your doctor, her sense of urgency palpable as she handed you over swiftly, ensuring that you received the immediate medical attention you needed.

As the medical team rushed you towards the operating room, panic gripped the air, the urgency of the situation evident in their hurried movements. Doctors and nurses swarmed around you, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony of commands and reassurances.

Butcher and Annie watched helplessly from the sidelines, their faces etched with concern as they observed the flurry of activity surrounding your unconscious form. Despite their own fears and uncertainties, they remained steadfast, determined to do whatever it took to ensure your safety.

Annie's surprise was evident as she turned to Butcher, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "How the hell did you know she´s pregnant?".

Butcher shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze steady as he met Annie's incredulous stare. "I pay fucking attention", he replied bluntly, his tone leaving no room for further questions.

Annie's voice cut through the tension, her words tinged with urgency as she turned to Butcher. "I'm going to find Soldier Boy", she declared, her determination evident in her tone. "We need his blood for (Y/N)".

Butcher nodded grimly, his jaw clenched with worry, while Annie darted off, disappearing into the chaos of the tower in search of Soldier Boy.

Butcher's heart sank as he stood outside the operating room, his gaze fixed on the flurry of activity inside. Despite the doctors' efforts, he could hear the ominous rhythm of your heartbeat, irregular and weak. He knew that the odds were stacked against you.

Your injuries were severe—broken bones, internal bleeding, and the trauma inflicted by Homelander had taken its toll. The fact that you were still clinging to life was nothing short of miraculous.

Butcher clenched his fists, his mind racing with a mixture of anger and helplessness. He wanted to storm into the room and demand that the doctors do more, but he knew there was nothing more they could do. All he could do was stand there, waiting, praying for a miracle.

Ben's heart clenched as he burst into the operating room seconds later, his eyes fixed on your pale, unconscious form lying on the table. Covered in Homelander's blood, his own wounds forgotten in the urgency of the moment, he strode forward with purpose.

"No!", he barked, his voice echoing off the sterile walls of the room. "Don't touch her!".

The doctors and nurses turned to look at him, surprise and confusion evident in their eyes. But Ben's gaze was unwavering as he approached the table, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and determination.

With a steady hand, Ben inserted a needle into his arm, drawing his own blood. His eyes remained fixed on you, his expression a mixture of fear, determination, and desperation. The room fell silent as the doctors and nurses watched, their hands poised but hesitant, ready to intervene if necessary.

Carefully, Ben injected his blood into your system, his movements precise yet urgent. With each drop that flowed into your veins, his heart clenched tighter, his mind racing with a torrent of thoughts and emotions.

"I've got you", he murmured softly, his voice barely a whisper amidst the tension of the room. "Just hold on, Baby. Please…".

Ben's heart clenched with each passing moment, his gaze fixed on you, the love of his life, lying so still on the operating table. The beeping of the machines monitoring your vital signs echoed in the room.

As he watched your heartbeat falter, Ben felt a surge of panic grip his chest. In that moment, it felt as though his own heart had stopped beating. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only you and the desperate need to save you.

With trembling hands, he continued to infuse his blood into your veins, willing it to reach every part of your body, to breathe life back into you. Each second felt like an eternity as he waited for a sign, any sign, that you would pull through.

"I can't lose you", he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with anguish. "Please, (Y/N), don't leave me…".

The sound of the monitor's alarm pierced through the tension-filled silence like a knife, sending a jolt of fear coursing through Ben's veins. His heart sank as he watched the flatline on the screen, the stark reality of the situation hitting him like a sledgehammer.

"No…", he whispered. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt a surge of desperation wash over him. He couldn't lose you, not like this.

Frantically, he leaned over you, his hands trembling as he searched for any sign of life. He pressed his ear against your chest, praying for the faintest whisper of a heartbeat, but there was nothing.

Panic consumed him as he realized that time was slipping away, that every second mattered. With a sense of determination, he began to administer CPR, his movements desperate and frantic as he fought to bring you back from the brink.

"Come on, Baby", he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. "Don't you fucking dare leaving me!".

As Ben continued to administer CPR, his hands working with a mixture of desperation and determination. Despite the risk of exacerbating your injuries, he pressed on, each compression accompanied by a silent plea for your return to consciousness.

With every compression, he prayed for a response, a sign that you were fighting to come back to him.

And then, as if by some miracle, he felt the faint flutter of a heartbeat beneath his fingers.

Relief flooded through him, mingled with a sense of disbelief and gratitude. He didn't dare to hope too much, knowing that you were still in critical condition, but the fact that your heart was beating again was a small victory in itself.

Gently, he cradled your battered body in his arms, his voice choked with emotion as he whispered words of encouragement and reassurance. "That's it, (Y/N)", he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead. "Stay with me. You're going to be okay…".

As Ben continued to infuse you with his blood, he watched with a mixture of relief and apprehension as your heartbeat grew stronger and your injuries began to heal.

Though the process was agonizingly slow, Ben remained by your side, his gaze never leaving your face as he willed you to keep fighting.

The seconds stretched into minutes.

Ben remained steadfast at your side, his heart racing with every beat of yours. The team stood outside the room, anxiously awaiting any signs of improvement. The doctors and nurses hovered around, their expertise focused on monitoring your vital signs and assisting Ben in any way they could.

For over an hour, Ben continued to infuse you with his blood, his determination unwavering as he watched your wounds slowly close and your injuries begin to heal. But still, you remained unconscious.

As the last drop of his blood flowed into your veins, Ben felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him, both physically and emotionally drained from the ordeal.

Ben pulled the needle away. Before he could stand straight, the dizziness overwhelmed him. The massive explosion and the blood loss were too much, even for him.

Butcher reacted quickly, catching Ben before he could collapse to the ground. The weight of his body felt heavy in Butcher's arms as he struggled to keep Ben upright. With a grunt of effort, he managed to support Ben's weight, his own exhaustion evident as he steadied himself against the nearby wall.

"Easy there, mate", Butcher muttered, his voice strained with fatigue. "You did good. Now let's get you sorted".

Ben's head swam with dizziness as he leaned heavily against Butcher, his vision blurring at the edges.

Hours later, Ben awoke in a hospital bed next to yours. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess. The sight of you lying still beside him sent a jolt of panic through his chest. He quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, but another wave of dizziness hit him, forcing him to grip the bed's edge for support.

Butcher and Annie, who had been sitting on the couch, quickly stood up. "Whoa, take it slow there", Butcher said, moving towards Ben. "You’re no use to anyone if you keel over again".

Annie nodded in agreement, her expression a mix of concern and exhaustion. "You need to rest, Ben. You’ve done everything you could".

Ben shook his head stubbornly, his eyes locked on you. "I need to be with her", he muttered, his voice rough. "I can’t just lie here".

Butcher sighed, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder to steady him. "You’re no good to her if you pass out again. Sit down".

Ben reluctantly sank back onto the edge of his bed, his gaze never leaving your still form. "Is she going to be okay?", he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in his tone stark and raw.

Annie stepped closer, her eyes soft with empathy. "She’s stable for now. Your blood saved her, Ben. She just needs time to heal".

Anyway, Ben slowly walked over to your bed, his steps heavy and his body still covered in blood. He gently brushed a strand of hair off your face, his fingers trembling.

He waited for a few minutes, the fear of what would follow was too great.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, focusing his super hearing, desperate to hear the heartbeat of his child. But as the silence stretched on, a cold dread settled in his chest. There was no second heartbeat.

Butcher and Annie exchanged worried glances, sensing the shift in Ben’s demeanor. The realization hit Ben like a physical blow.

“Ben…”, Annie began, her voice soft and cautious, tears in her eyes.

Ben shook his head, not ready to hear the words. "No", he whispered, his voice breaking. "No, it can’t be…".

Butcher stepped forward, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder, his usually harsh demeanor softening slightly. "Come on, Ben”.

...to be continued. -> here is the prequel "His second exception"

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A/N: ALRIGHT!

Please… don't hate me. I know, I know. It's a fucking lot.

I can imagine this all seems rushed and too fast, but I'll be honest, I just wanted to get this horrible thing over with.

But! We are far from finished.

Since HOE has a whopping 33 chapters and fucking 164.396 words, there will be a second part, second ´Book` if u will. It will pick up exactly where we left off. Without a time jump or anything like that. The first three chapters are already done and I can´t wait to share them with you.

I promise we will be happy again🥰

Please let me know what you think <3 But pls don´t hurt my feelings too much. HOE is my Baby after all ._.

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[loveandmurders]

Hello!! This is one of my first time requesting so forgive me if it’s a little confusing. Could you write something with Thomas Hewitt where his SO has a size kink but cause they’re like insecure about their like medium height (around 5’5) they think they’re too big and tommy comforts them? (Nfsw or fluff) :)

Thank you so much you make such wonderful stuff so I had to ask <33

Hey love, here you finally are! I'm so happy I've done your first request, and I hope you will enjoy it very much <3

BIG, BIG BOY

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: no proof reading, mention of cannibalism/killing/violence, very insecure reader, kink size, NSFW ending (reader receiving)

You were helping the Hewitt family by taking care of the gas station with Mama. They were trusting you enough to leave you there and you had to admit you were quite enjoying yourself. It was nice to talk to people and to lead them right into a death trap. You were always letting know Hoyt or Tommy when you were spotting the perfect group of tourists who could die and be served for dinner. 

You felt useful and you liked how Luda Mae was praising you once you were back home with her, telling you you had done so well, and that the family was so happy to have you. Hoyt always rolled his eyes at that, and Tommy would shyly kiss the top of your head in silent pride. He loved how you seemed to fit so perfectly in his family, no matter how dark the situation was. You didn’t seem to mind the killing at all and it was a relief because he wouldn’t know how to live without you by his side. You were his little ray of sunshine, and you made it so much easier for him to get up every morning and to do his duty. He wasn’t just killing for his family now, it was also to feed you. And he was more than eager to take care of you, like a good partner.

The only thing you both hated with the way things were, was you often spent your day apart from each other. He was at home, in the basement, or at the meat factory while you were at the gas station, or sometimes doing chores in the rest of the house. You could only be together at night or in the early morning.

Today was a little bit different because Thomas was at the gas station too. He was putting away some of the meat in there so the tourists could buy some if they wanted to. And he was also carrying big boxes of goods. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him doing so. The way his muscles were flexing, the way he was so easily carrying things away, the way he was so focused on what he was doing… God, you were getting horny just by staring at him. After a little while, he felt your eyes on him and he came closer to you, thinking you might be wanting to ask him something. You looked up at him. You couldn’t get any hotter now he was so close to you. So tall next to you.

You had always found Thomas very attractive, and the size difference was definitely killing you. You had always had a thing for tall men, and Tommy wasn’t just tall, he was big and strong. You would have let him take you right on the counter if he had wanted. This was so unfair to be so hot, and you promised yourself to have some funny business in bed right after dinner tonight. You wanted him so badly.

You noticed he was getting very confused as he gently cupped your face to get your attention and you shyly giggled. You were often staring at him - it wasn’t your fault if the man was the most attractive thing on this whole planet and that he was all yours, right? - and he never really understood why. He clearly didn’t see him as attractive, especially because of his face and of the way people always treated him.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to disturb you in your work” you smiled and he softly shook his head “You’re so disturbing mine though” you giggled and he frowned at that. You took his hand and gently kissed the back of it to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, on the contrary “You’re really nice to look at, you know. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when you’re in my field of vision, that’s all” you winked and you could imagine him blushing under his mask as he looked away. He couldn’t understand how such a pretty and cute thing like you could enjoy him that much. But he was not complaining. “Are you thirsty? I can find you something” you offered, always eager to take care of him as good as he was taking care of you, but he shook his head. He really needed to get back to work and to be as soon as possible at the meat factory.

It was a pity because you would have enjoyed observing him the whole day. You pouted up at him and kept his hand in yours a little longer. Mama was outside, talking with a few tourists and the station was all empty. You just wanted to enjoy a little more of his presence while you could. Tommy really couldn't say no to you so he stayed there, gently stroking your fingers, while you were enjoying the view.

“Am I too clingy?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t annoying your gentle giant but he was quick to shake his head once again and to use his free hand to cup your face once more. He leaned closer so your foreheads could rest against each other. He never had that kind of attention in his life before you, and he was loving every second of it. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and he would never push you away.

When Mama came back inside, she asked Thomas to quickly finish his job so he could go help Hoyt at the meat factory. You both reluctantly let go of each other. Luda Mae gently told you that you shouldn’t distract Tommy from his work and you apologised. And later in the day, as Hoyt came by, he also blamed you for Thomas being late and other kinds of things.

You hated how your insecurities so easily woke up. Just those few words and you felt pretty stupid. Of course the family needed your big boy, and you should have known better. Family was going first and you couldn’t be selfish. And once you were starting to listen to those mean voices inside your head, you couldn’t make them shut up. They reminded you how ugly, fat, idiot, boring and pathetic you were. They reminded you that the man was probably getting tired of you and he would very soon get rid of you. They reminded you that you didn’t deserve the kind of happiness you had with him because you were worthless. You were so small compared to Thomas, you clearly didn’t have enough to give him.

Because the gas station stayed pretty empty all day, you had nothing to distract yourself from the terrible words eating you alive from the inside. You hated yourself when you were letting insecurities hurt you that way, and it was only fueling the voices. You couldn’t wait to go home and to bed, hopefully with your gentle giant by your side.

Tommy noticed how silent you were at dinner. At first he thought you might be just a little bit tired. However he was almost certain there was something else. He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself in your shared bedroom. And he promised he would make things better, or he wouldn’t forgive himself for being a bad partner to you.

He helped you with the dishes, before guiding you upstairs. You watched his strong figure and you shivered in desire. At the same time, the mean little voices started to rise again and it forced you to look away from him. How could you deserve him when you were who you were? You weren’t enough. You never had been, and there was no way you would ever be.

You closed the door behind the two of you and he locked it up. He didn’t want anyone to disturb the two of you. He had wanted you so badly earlier and he still did. He needed to feel your skin against his, he needed to make you happy. He cupped your face with both his hands and gently pressed you against the door. You whimpered. You had to tiptoe to try and reach for his lips, and despite that, you were still too short to do so. You pouted. You wrapped your arms around his neck and then you softly jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. He very easily grabbed your thighs to support you.

“Can I?” you whispered as you reached for his mask. You always asked permission before removing it. And he always had a moment of hesitation before answering. No matter how many times you saw his face, he couldn’t suppress the fear that one day you would find him disgusting and repulsive.

He finally nodded and you smiled as you carefully removed the piece of leather from his face. You happily hummed, stroking his cheek before leaning for a kiss. It felt so good to be in his arms, to taste his lips, to be alone with him.

However the nagging voices inside your head were preventing you from fully enjoying the moment. You could feel how hard Tommy was getting against your crotch and you didn’t want to ruin the moment. But you had to ask.

“Hey, baby” you softly whispered and he hummed to let you know he was listening to you and you could keep talking to him. “Am I… good enough?” you heard yourself saying and you cringed so hard. You really were so pathetic. “I mean I know I’m not the prettiest and I’m quite fat and short, and I’m not the smartest either but…” you continued before biting your lips to stop talking. You didn’t even dare looking at Thomas anymore. Fuck you really ruined the mood now.

Thomas was completely lost. He softly let you get back on your feet and you tried to not start crying, because you just wanted to be in his arms. He cupped your chin to make him look at him before signing:

What?

There was no other word that came into his mind. He just couldn’t understand how his perfect little darling could think such a thing about themselves. He frowned when you looked away in shame. No, no, no. He knew what it was to be insecure about himself, and he would not allow you to feel the same. You were perfect! How could you not see it?

Would you undress yourself for me, please?

You almost thought you didn’t understand his gestures correctly.

“Why?” you asked

Because I want you to know how I see you. He explained and you nodded at that. You trusted the man more than anything.

“Alright, but help me. I want to feel your hands on me. I’ve wanted you the whole day” you whined and he gently smiled at you.

He wouldn’t deny you. He came closer again and he started to help you get rid of your clothes. He took his time so you could enjoy the warmth of his skin on yours. Goosebumps were spreading all over your body.

Once you were naked, he took your hand to guide you toward the only mirror of the room. It was settled on the wardrobe and was allowing you to see yourself from head to toe. Thomas was behind you and both his hands were gently stroking your sides. You watched his movement in the mirror and you tried to not think of how hot the situation was, softly shivering under his touch.

I’m going to touch all my favourite parts of you. He signed as you kept watching him in the mirror and you nodded. 

You felt a little bit worried despite the strong desire you felt. 

He turned you around to kiss you and to stroke your face with so much love and tenderness. You felt yourself relaxing a little under his attention. After a few kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks and down your neck, he put you back fully in front of the mirror. He caressed your shoulders and your arms before taking your hands in his. He hugged you from behind for a little while until he felt you fully leaning against his chest. Then his fingers moved up your arms again and his hands went on your chest and belly and sides. He was always a little bit shy when it was about touching you, even in bed or under the shower. He really was afraid to make you feel uncomfortable and sexuality was something he learnt with you. But the way you were all against his chest and waiting to be shown how much he loved your body was making him bolder. He caressed your skin for a long time, showing you he loved every part of you. He wasn’t too good with words and he didn’t want to say something wrong, so he had thought that using his big hands would be a good plan. He nuzzled into your neck as his fingers traced down from your sides to your butt before going to the lower part of your belly.

His soft caresses had first allowed you to relax and to feel loved. Your mind had focused on the touch so you had been able to quieten down the voices. But now, his fingers were driving you wild. It felt like a fire was consuming the skin he was stroking. In the mirror, you could so easily see how big the man was compared to you too. Taller. Broader. Stronger. You badly needed him.

He was about to kneel down and gently caress and kiss your legs but you brought his right hand on your sex. God, his calloused fingers were going to drive you insane. You let your head go down on his torso as you watched yourself. You could see how your own eyes had darkened with lust and you opened your legs a little wider.

“Please, Tommy” you begged “I really need you” you whispered.

As always, the man couldn’t deny you. Your hand was still on top of his and he let you control the pace and the gesture you needed to get some sexual relief. You never stopped watching yourself. The sight was only adding to your desire. And it seemed it was the same for Thomas. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, and his member was getting even harder against your back. The fact that the situation was also making him horny made you feel better about yourself.

“You like my body then?” you asked in between moans of pleasure and he quickly nodded before kissing the top of your head. “I’m not too small or too big for you?” you insisted and it made him pause in the pleasure he was giving you. You whined and grinded against his fingers. Your sex was way too tingly to stand this. He quickened the pace as a way to apologise as he softly groaned into your ear in a way to ask you to stop thinking such things about yourself. With his free hand, he signed Perfect and it made you smile.

“You think I’m perfect?” you hummed and he nodded again “Well I think you’re perfect too. You’re so hot, Tommy, I swear it should be illegal” you babbled as pleasure always made you talk so easily. Not that Thomas minded; he loved to hear praises falling from your lips when he was doing a good job with you.

He continued to play with you in front of your image in the mirror until you came all over your legs and his fingers. You softly panted and rested against his chest a little longer before turning around and hiding your face against him. You closed your eyes. You heard Tommy sucking on his fingers, because he couldn’t let your juices go to waste, before tightly hugging you. You looked up at him.

“Do you need help with anything, big boy?” you asked with a little mischievous smile, feeling so much better now.

And once again, Thomas eagerly nodded at you

[thepoppedbb]

I often fall asleep thinking about the mpreg fantasy life I wish I lived. The idea of what my life would be like now in my mid-30s if I had married young and had a family.

To give myself over to a strong man several years older than myself. To serve him. To keep his home and cook his meals. To soothe him when he comes home from work. To massage his feet and rub his shoulders. To show my gratitude for the life he has provided us. For him to claim me and protect me. I’d watch him age, and love the way that his face became craggier. His hair would recede, giving him a more mature virility.

We’d have started early. I’d give birth to a baby at 18, another at 19, another at 20. Some time to let my body heal and for the kids to grow up a little. Another at 23, the twins at 25. Another at 28, another at 29. Pregnancies would become fewer and farther between in my thirties. A baby at 33, another on the way at 35.

Our eldest kids would be teenagers by now, about to start their own lives. The elder kids would help me take care of their younger siblings and help run our home. Our seeders would mow the lawn and paint the house and fix the plumbing. Our carriers would help me cook, and change the diapers, and do the laundry. We wouldn’t pressure our kids into becoming parents themselves; we’d take pride in their accomplishments and encourage our carriers to consider careers if that would give them more fulfillment than motherhood. The younger kids would play with our neighbors’ kids. Our youngest would be sucking at my breast. Another of my man’s children would be in my womb. We’d both wonder if, given our ages, this would be the last time my womb swelled with his child. Ten is, after all, a nice round number.

I’d visit with our carrier neighbors; we’d bring out big broods to each others’ houses and help each other out. We’d care for one another’s kids when one of us wasn’t feeling well or needed a break. Our families would be large blended units, with everyone looking after everyone else. We’d take care of our elders as well as our children. We’d have cookouts and pool parties in the summer. Our men shirtless and virile. Ourselves taking pride in the ways that bathing suits showed off how motherhood had changed our frames. We’d have warm, intimate gatherings in the winter, fireplaces going.

Still, my man would be the center of my world. I’d give my body to him. Sniffing his hairy pits, sucking his cock, having him pull my hair. Worshipping his body with my hands and tongue. Him caressing me as he pushes his dick inside me, covering my smaller body with his. My legs in the air, my toes curling as he thrusts. After all these years, I’d still moan “Daddy.” He grunts and holds my arms down, pinning me – claiming me. The tempo would increase, I would cry out in pleasure and pain. He’d roar and ejaculate his warm seed into my womb.

He'd caress my body as it swelled. My milky breasts, my swollen ankles, my oblong belly jutting out in front, my belly button popped outward. He’d dance his tongue around my erogenous zones and reward me for my loyalty. His child would kick at me from the inside, squeeze my bladder, change my body’s temperature, appetites, and sleep schedule. This part of him would control me from the inside. I’d be his inside and out.

When it came time to give birth to his child, he would be there massaging me, encouraging me, letting my take comfort in his strong body as mine gave over to increasing pain. He’d hold me as I push, my belly contorting with each contraction. He’d be there as our baby cradled to my sweaty breast for its first meal. He’d tussle my hair, plant kisses on my forehead, and beam at the new arrival.

I’d love my life.

If you’re a seeder or a carrier who has similar fantasies, like, repost and/or hit me up via DM.

[kumimi3]

can i request a fic where gun goes to a club/bar w very very VEERY shy S/O who gets all red at the slightest touch ^^ u can add nsfw too if u want love your works

❪ LOOKISM BOYS<33 ❫ ❮   bunny darling ⟡ I'm deeply sorry for making you wait for so long anon!!! I didn't have enough time to answer this(It didn't help that ive only seen this last week) Please forgive me love :(( ↳ 

notes: suggestive nsfw at the end(wont turn into full smut thought)

Gun does not care much for interactions, if it was for him, he would've completely left the club and be with you for the rest of the night, but he couldn't--All thanks to that stupid, piss-haired man

Although, it was a good thing you were here with him, but if anything, he wondered why you agreed to come with him to a club when you're just so shy?

"You didn't have to come just because of me. You know that clubs like this are often than not, dangerous... Right, bunny?"

Bunny... It was a cute nickname he called you most of the time, it was simple and definitely a relation to your shyness that has him reminded of a bunny

"W-Well... I didn't want you to leave so early" You muttered in embarrassment, "And, well--Uhm... I've always been curious what a club is like."

Gun hummed at your explanation before holding your waist, pressing a soft kiss on your head before guiding you inside the wild yet luxurious club

"Always so thoughtful... Just stick close to me and you'll be fine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do."

"Attagirl."

It was a good thing the club was more catered to the rich people rather than your typical club, it was more... Tolerable, quite good enough for your first time, Gun thinks.

The moment you entered, you held the hem of Gun's lavish suit when you see everyone look at you in either lust or in awe. No one came blame each other, you were very mesmerizing to look at

"They're looking at me... Gun, is there something wrong? Please, please, I don't think I can handle this--"

"Nothing's wrong, Y/n. Believe me, if one of them were looking at you weirdly, I'd kill them."

You gulped at the amount of stared you were getting, but it changed the moment you feel Gun's hand covering your eyes, feeling him guide you by the waist as he walked towards a more silent area

Gun heard all of the whispered compliments they gave you and he can't help but smirk in pride. You're the woman he loves and takes pride in, his trophy, of course they should think that way.

The moment you entered the circled seat, you yelped and blushed deeply the moment Gun has you seated on his lap, facing him. With widened eyes, you whimpered in embarrassment before covering your face with your hands.

The sight was adorable to Gun, even after all the time he placed on you on his lap, he couldn't help but love the reaction you give him.

"But there's so many seats available, w-why on your lap... Gun! This is so embarrassing, what if someone sees--"

"Isn't my lap more comfortable? Didn't know my girl was so picky when choosing where to place her butt on. Is the couch more better than me?"

The more he continued to speak, the more you blushed so deeply your whole face was going red. You didn't see his teasing eyes when you hid your face on his chest, accepting his lap hesitatingly as you tried to find a more comfy way to sit.

Too bad, it caught Gun's attention as the more you moved, the more he felt yourself rubbing close to his, well... Thing

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

"Just t-trying to sit more comfortably, a-am I moving too much? I'm sorry, I--"

It dawned you too late once you felt something protruding through your entrance as you stayed silent in shock while Gun merely looked at with a sudden change in his eyes--A more beast-like kind.

"G-Gun..."

Hoping to at least ease the situation, you were about to stand up before he held your waist and made you sit on top of his hardening cock through his pants

"Close the curtains."

You knew he shouldn't be questioned when he's being like this, so you obediently close the dark curtains, blocking the both of you from any of the people outside

If you two were truly to do sex right now(which will, actually) you just hoped nobody would know, please, please, just dont. Your thoughts were cut the moment you squeaked in surprise at the touch of Gun's lips on yours.

Holding on to his shoulder for balance, his hand was placed on the back of your head before kissing more deeply, bucking his hips to satisfy himself, it'll only take a few more whimpers from you until he'll finally lose it and fuck you like an animal

"No matter how many times I sit you on my lap, you never seem to know that if you move too much, you'll get fucked. You never learn, do you?"

[hazelkjt]

OC Introductory Post

Hello, and thank you for stopping by my blog! I'm Hazel and this is my main character for everything FFXIV related, from raiding to rp'ing. My pronouns are he/him, I'm an early 20's college student still trying to figure out what to do with my life, but I'm getting there!

I had mentioned this before but I'll reiterate it here: this blog was originally just for my main FFXIV OC, Hazel Kha, but because trying to manage multiple blogs was pushing me away from doing anything with these character I'm consolidating this one to have all of my OCs on it rather than just one. Those old blogs will remain up to keep the content from disappearing but I will not be utilizing them anymore. I'm sorry if you followed me here exclusively for the Hazel stuff, she will still be the main focus of most of my posts here but there will be others posted up here and there.

I'm situated on Zalera (Crystal) and spend most of my time either raiding or taking GPose shots, but regardless I look forward to seeing everyone's creativity here on the Tumbles.

Anyways, onto the intro bits to them all below the Read More

Hazel Kha

Age: 24 as of Dawntrail

Race: Xaela Au Ra

Height: 6'4"/193cm

Nameday: 25th Sun of the First Umbral Moon (February 22nd)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Bisexual

A young hunter and warrior of the Kha tribe, Hazel is a proud daughter of the Azim Steppe who has always longed to see more, to do more. Through her mother's collection of foreign books and literature she came to daydream and wonder of the lands beyond the Steppe. Her desire for adventure high a fever pitch when coming into possession of a wandering samurai's soul crystal, and all the memories and knowledge it contained. She would hold on to the stone dearly for years, until one fateful day she had a chance encounter of a lifetime and through it found her way across the waters to Eorzea. After arriving she found herself under the employment of the Sharlayan scholar Nolanel Corbeaux, working as both research assistant and hired hand to help defend against threats. Not long after Hazel finds herself under the tutelage of Lia Amelune of Ishgard, retired Dragoon and head of her own noble house. Extremely curious and adventurous by nature, Hazel's love of the unknown is matched only by her competitiveness. Idealistic and prideful, Hazel takes to each new day with excitement and wonder in her eye.

Claire Ashe (Claire Bas Syndris)

Age: 29 as of Dawntrail

Race: Garlean

Height: 6'2"/188cm

Nameday: 17th Sun of the Third Astral Moon (May 17th)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Lesbian

A pureblooded Garlean who spent most of her childhood and teenage years living in Ala Mhigo under Garlean occupation. She grew up befriending many of the Ala Mhigan children there without her parents knowing. After her two closest friends were beaten to death in the streets, Claire revoked her family name and fled the city, no longer disillusioned by the Garlean propaganda she was fed her entire life. She traveled to Ul'dah and came into contact with the Lemures, where she was then trained by Drusilla as a Reaper. With her training and pact with the Voidsent Sidian, Claire aided in the revolution to liberate Ala Mhigo from Garlean control. She now works aboard the merchant ship The Enduring Deeds as a deckhand and the ship's main cook. She wears a bandana at all times to hide her third eye, paranoid over the general consensus most people have of Garleans. She puts up a cold and harsh exterior, which as of this point might not be as much of an act anymore, but underneath is a truly kind soul afraid of being hurt and hurting others just from existing.

Derrinall Evramont

Age: 33 (physically) as of Dawntrail

Race: Duskwight Elezen (also Ashkin/Undead)

Height: 6'7"/201cm

Nameday: 9th Sun of the First Astral Moon (January 9th)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Derrinall Evramont originally lived during the final years of Gelmorra. His family were that of knights, dedicated to serving the people, though unfortunately his life was not lost in service of this oath. Sickness claimed him a few years before the total fall of Gelmorra, his soul adrift yet still holding strong to his memory and sense of self for centuries...that is, until he was brought back to the star for reasons he did not know. When he awoke again he wandered the ruins of the crypt he was buried in, eventually stumbling upon two he would learn to be kindred spirits, in a way. The two strangers helped him to recover even as he kept his personal information close to his chest, eventually pointing him to work and housing in Ishgard. He found work under Lia Amelune, both as house servant and a member of the House's ranks of knights. Derrinall's previous experience as a knight of Gelmorra saw him quickly rise through the ranks to become Captain, a title he holds with pride and only the occasional harassment of the Lady he serves.

E'venna Zekiel

Age: 21 as of Dawntrail

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te

Height: 5'4"/162cm

Nameday: 3rd Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon (November 3rd)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Straight

E'venna Zekiel is the eldest daughter of five children. After her father was tempered by Ifrit and subsequently killed, she took it upon herself to help her mother care for her younger siblings, specifically her triplet younger sisters. It wasn't an easy road to get where she and her family are now, especially in a place such as Ul'dah. E'venna began her "career" in back alley fights, as she had always been scrappy in a brawl. After getting into an impromptu fight outside the Pugilist's Guild she was offered membership, and upon joining took it upon herself to partake in Coliseum matches. The shine of her golden hair is matched only by her bright smile and optimistic personality. Combined with her unorthodox and playful fighting style in matches and soon E'venna had earned her the nickname "The Dancing Coeurl" from dedicated fans of her's. Her tournament winnings are a major boon to the family, with it they are able to put the three youngest through a formal education. Her family members almost all strongly disapprove of E'venna's line of work she can't imagine herself doing anything but. She's found her place, and that's in the ring.

Exploding Goldfish

Age: 36 as of Dawntrail

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn

Height: 7'2"/218cm

Nameday: 30th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon (June 28th)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: AroAce

Exploding Goldfish, simply known as "Fish" by most everyone, was born to a family of miners in Uldah. Throughout his life he was surrounded by heavy machinery, sparking a lifelong love of machines and inventing. His youth was spent learning everything he could about technology. His studies eventually paid off and he scored the job of his dreams working as part of Garlond Ironworks...for a while. An accident during a project cost Fish partial vision in his left eye and his position in the company. Scarred and humiliated, he drifted for months before finally finding secure work and pay at Wolves' Den Pier. Fish spent his time maintaining the machines used in "Rival Wings" competitions, and when he wasn't working on repairs he was drowning his self-pity in alcohol. It wasn't all for nothing, however. While at Wolves' Den, Fish chanced upon meeting a scrawny Viera living under the pier; Qara Wen. It took some coaxing but eventually Fish was able to befriend him, and over time that friendship evolved into brotherhood. And so when Fish was recruited to join the merchant ship The Enduring Deeds, his one request was that Qara be welcomed aboard as well.

[lxmelle]

Gojo Satoru Q&A thoughts.

So these leaked early on X/formerly Twitter, but some of the Japanese are sensitive to spoilers (it’s rather frowned upon) so I didn’t have anywhere to dump my thoughts but here 😅

Spoilers for the GIGA special Gojo Satoru book ahead. (Only a few I wanted to comment on - I’m sure someone would’ve posted all 33 questions and the answers already 😆)

Apparently Gojo looks like he is a cat person but he probably likes dogs. Gege uses a lot of vague/uncertain language here. (I guess he’s making it as if Gojo is a character of his own right and not that he, as the creator, knows everything about.)

My HC: to me it seems, like on the surface, he may appreciate an aloof character, but he probably likes someone loyal and won’t leave him.

Maybe that’s what he is like as well; he as a “dog personality” would be doggedly loyal to one person and, uh, he has a good nose too. Y’knowww… Good nose … for sniffing out the specific cursed energy of his friend Geto Suguru, lol. 😂

Honestly, I’d like to think that after this life, they both learned how to be more sensibly and healthily codependent for their next life / in the afterlife.

So: Don’t let Geto run away again Gojo… Geto isn’t the kind of person you can just leave alone. 🥺

And Geto, don’t leave Gojo behind again, he doesn’t think you’re replaceable, so don’t think you’re unwanted or that you need to save Gojo & leave on your own again.

Gojo was born special and was both feared and revered in equal measure. Separated from his parents from a young age he likely didn’t know of friendship and companionship or unconditional love until Geto came along. He didn’t interact with friends because of his status / background. He was brought on missions and his education was pretty strict. Because he was clever, it was probably dull pretty quickly.

He was likely treated like there was always a barrier around him and that he needed to be nurtured as a talent/resource/figurehead without much love as a human being.

Geto was probably one of the first people to see him as Gojo Satoru as well as who he was as a sorcerer. This was probably new to him, and he experienced / felt it enough to feel very attached to Geto. His ease was shown in his carefree, happy attitude and smiling expressions throughout HI.

Gojo probably got away with many things in his childhood as he tried to rebel and have fun. Didn’t have anyone he could stand head to head / toe to toe with until he met Geto.

Gojo was wealthy. Had a salary too. And, very likely didn’t know of loss or poverty. The former, until Geto left. The latter, never did. My HC is that it made it difficult for him to sympathise with strife / struggling to achieve something... seeing as he never knew what insecurity could feel like? It made things more challenging for him to develop empathy. Further, as a talented genius who grasped things easily, it’s true that Gege described him as a talent from birth and Geto was more of a talent through hard work. Gojo could not relate to others until he experienced suffering and loss himself. 😢

His only complex was probably being unable to stop Geto. For the first time he wanted something but he couldn’t have it. To be given everything but being able to do nothing. Realised people have pride and wills of their own and their lives ought to be respected.

After Geto left, Gojo became more aware of his responsibility for the next generation of sorcerers. This was thanks to the wound... I guess.

“To be given everything, but be unable to do anything.” comes to mind - this is in reference to his DE unlimited void. Doesn’t it encapsulate what Gojo was? He, on the surface, had everything... and yet, it also bound him. Trapped to be this person that fulfilled a role. The latest chapter with Yuji and Sukuna touches on that. Riko’s life paralleled this to some degree too - treated as special from birth to fulfil some purpose.

Gojo probably only ever really wanted one thing and it was his friendship with Geto, but he couldn’t have it. He could not save his best friend. He was supposed to be strong - but it wasn’t enough just to be strong. Alone.

It is no wonder he had a complex. He hung onto remnants of his best friend for years. I’ve read some Japanese twitter users lamenting on how it’s strange to change their first-person pronoun just because a friend mentioned it. Gojo became a teacher because of what happened. So it really cut him deep to have witnessed Geto leaving and him being so helpless.

That’s all I had to say. Sorry for the abrupt end. 🫡

[unsaidwordsmusingsx]

alluring : shubman gill one shot

Well I don't know what was in my mind when I wrote this but this piece is too close to my heart for now.

even though this is a scrap for tumblr debut as a writer, lol.

am free for requests on any cricketer, so do drop it in <33

The weather was soothing, quite different from the usual chilling of early January. People were rejoicing the sun's rays and warmth as they soaked in the festivities of the new year, on the streets and shops.

Everything is so bright and all smiles, totally different from her point of view. You can't blame Y/N although. Spending the first week of a new year without her loved one is what none would want to experience.

But she has to, again, for another year.

She isn't disappointed though. How could she blame him? Shubman Gill? The cricketer who's out of home for at least 10 months thanks to high tight schedule and is as helpless as her. He longs for her beside him, when he's there, representing the nation with pride. But given her work pressure, and familial responsibilities, she can't do so every time.

Distance teaches us to love, respect and adore harder. And it was so and much more for Shubman Gill and his beloved, Y/N L/N Gill, his wife, his soulmate, his lover, his own, the owner of his everything.

Y/N was at this restaurant, babbling about her life and how she came to experience adultery thanks to her life choices (read her subject and internship). He was curious about the woman sitting behind him, talking her heart out without any care in the world.

Soft chuckles escaped his lips at her rants and he had to be a creep literally and mumble, "Cute." And a lot of things. She, having heard that, had to turn around with a scowl, only to have added looks  of surprises and disbelief on her face on seeing him. The famous personality. A deep blush coated her cheeks as she has bit back the words she has planned for the nosey guy.

They again met when she had checked in the hotel the Indian Cricket Team was staying, in Melbourne. He was sitting in the lobby, going through his phone, waiting his turn for check-in when the familiar perfume filled his nostrils. The lavender perfume he had sniff of only once, when he met that cute woman.

His eyes shot up, as all the incidents of that day came flooding in. His orbs searched through the place, until it fell on her. She had noticed him too, so sent a small wave at him with this unintentional frown. And damn his heart and gut did somersaults.

He pondered upon a lot and finally decided to have a talk, but didn't mustered up and lost her in the sea of time.

One is something. Two is a coincidence. Three is something to really analyse.

So he took no chances and approached her in this party he was present, and had spotted her, looking elegant in this Georgette saree, minimal make-up and that natural glow.

And that's how it started.

Thinking he might lose the chance to ask her, he approached, and what happened is for the history books.

[gippynippyhadaskippy]

Secrets; Mizu x mixed!fem!reader Pt. 2

A/n: Aaand we're back! This is mostly reader's backstory but we'll definitely have Mizu in the next chapter, let me know what you think, thanks <33

Warnings!!!!: Heavy Racism, Violence, Slight Gore, Heiji Shindo being a creep, Abuse

Death didn’t know her early in life, no, until the age of 7 she was happy and fulfilled. 

So blissfully unaware of her surroundings and the predators that stalk it. 

But it’s not like she didn’t know anything, she knew things, like how her father was a ronin who worked for Heiji Shinso; Shindo, her mother always sternly corrected her. She didn’t know where her mother came from, nobody did nor cared for that matter.

No one gave her mother a name, except her father. 

They met when the ships docked by the rocky surface, the cold salty ocean sprays stinging what little she had on. He was by Heiji Shindo’s side, and they locked eyes, tired meeting tired. 

Very little acknowledgement was given to her throughout her service training like she was a disgusting machine not worth looking at. The only ones that did were the prisoners and him. 

He taught her Japanese, but that wasn’t what she was most grateful for, 

She was human in his eyes. 

“A name?” She cracks a small smile, prepping vegetables diligently, his eyes couldn’t help but admire her. 

“Yeah, may I give you one?” The ronin leaned on the kitchen doorframe, his head lolling with exhaustion. 

She glanced at him and set down her knife for a moment, her eyes sparkling,

“Okay, you may, but only if you tell me yours Ronin.” 

He thought for half a second before chuckling, 

“Deal.” 

After some writing and discussion, the name was written.

“Rua,” It felt right in her mouth and she smiled brightly at him. Before she could tell him thank you a million times he pointed to himself. 

“Toma.”

“Toma.”

They smiled at each other, their hands meeting by the ink, the love pouring from their hearts. 

Then another came, their joy but not so much their pride.  Many nights were arguments and many conversations were had before she was introduced into the world. 

“How would we hide her?!”

“I know my way around!” 

“Rua, your stomach will grow.”

“No one visits me anyway, they won’t know.” 

“What if I can’t protect you or him…”

“Oh him? I was thinking she would be my little warrior princess, don’t you think?”

“Come here.”

“Wait! I was joking! Hahaha, Toma! Hahaha!”

She grew and grew and grew. With a perfect semblance of her mother and father. 

She knew she had a name, Airi. 

Airi could write it, pronounce it, and sing it. 

Toma taught her how to fight; Rua, how to do boring household things, but she also sang with her and that was always fun. 

And every night for 7 years, they all ate and slept under the same roof by the fire in the basement. 

Happy. Content. 

They don’t know how Heiji Shindo found out, and when he found out Fowler did too. 

Fowler always loved new things to discover and destroy. 

Airi never forgot how they dragged Rua out of their warm home and into the pouring rain by her hair, how Heiji Shinso tried to grab Airi’s arm and pull her next to him. Of course, she broke his fingers on instinct and ran towards her mother, slipping and crying along the way. 

Where was her father?!

Why wasn’t her mother screaming?!

“Mother!!” Her voice broke, ragged with panic. 

A guard grabbed Airi holding her so tightly, that her small arm broke. 

“Don’t touch her! It’s me! I seduced one of your Ronin, me!” Rua tried to reason with god or anyone who would listen. Then she focused on her daughter.

“Ai, it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay, I love you, I love you so so much.”

Toma showed up, disheveled, out of breath. 

There were two guards on either side of Rua, his daughter in the hands of another.

Fowler and Heiji Shindo standing side by side as if waiting for him to arrive. He noticed that Heiji had three broken fingers, had he tried to- 

Before he could take a step forward, Fowler held his hand up and a knife came up to Airi’s neck. Toma froze. 

“I didn’t expect a man of your stature to enjoy creatures such as these,” Fowler turned to Rua and caressed her cheek. Anger boiled in the family, none of them able to do anything. 

“To even bring yourself to make a mutt, very telling,” He turned to Airi, and he smirked down at her, she kicked and screamed like a rabid dog against the guard.

“Don’t you say that to my mother! You know nothing! You stupid-!” 

A blow cracked her ribs like porcelain and a broken wheeze shakily made its way out of her system.   

“You need to learn your place mutt, I put down rabid dogs,” Fowler gut-punched her again no doubt breaking more ribs. Both of her parents cried out in anger and frenzy. Then Fowler held up his hand again, and the knife returned to her neck. 

“Let’s all calm down before you ruin my good mood,” Fowler walked over to Toma and gestured that he walk in the direction of Rua, her face bloodied and eyes swollen. “I have a proposal for you ronin, since you are the head of this… interesting family.”

“Kill your whore, or I kill both of them.”

The next few moments were a blur in Airi’s mind, the muffled hurried ‘It’s okay’s’ from her mother the long hesitation of her father, and moments later Fowler started counting down relishing in the terror. 

5…

Rua lowered her head,

4…

Toma unsheathed his katana,

3…

Airi’s eyes widen, her mind barely catching up,

2…

The blade raises, and her voice escapes her throat screaming for him to stop, her mouth covered in blood,

1…

Then it cuts, and something rolls to the ground.

Lighting strikes. 

The girl collapses. 

…

She and her father lived under Fowler, the relationship strained and pulled at heartstrings, stepped on eggshells; Feelings. So many fought over feelings. Yet they were family, all they had left. She put her household skills to use after Shindo suggested she could always be used for something else. Years passed by. 

She grew and grew and grew again.

But she didn’t feel like Airi anymore, that girl died with her mother. 

Her father never stopped training with passion, that was a constant. Sometimes she thinks he trains her with so much frevor because he thinks she could kill Fowler, maybe she could. Maybe she’s always wanted to. Many unspoken things pass between them, it’s almost telepathic. 

Fowler took an interest in her after seeing the girl train, interrupting her lesson and ordering them to spar. Her father was hesitant to see his teenage daughter go against a fully grown man, but he clenched his jaw, unable to do anything. Fowler used her as a punching bag, enjoying her fury and fight. After that, he sparred with her every couple of days. What Fowler was surprised to see after a year was how strong she’d gotten against him, their fights nearly coming toe to toe.

“I want her to do what you do,” Fowler stated to Toma, as drank his ale, he added, “We have enough cooks and I practically trained her myself, teach her your ways, to hunt, to kill.” 

Toma hardly considered Fowler abusing his daughter as ‘training’, but he gripped his tsuka in restraint. He bowed and walked out. 

It took a couple years to rack up her reputation.

Her father committed Seppuku where he and Rua met. 

She became Fowler's most dangerous commodity, 

A new name was whispered in the streets, Black Rain. 

… 

You pulled on your black garments and walked out of the shrine, He already had a day on you judging by the sunlight. Thoughts of the fight replayed in your head as you dredged in the snow with a headache, trying to track the footprints. Blue eyes had a small smile playing on your lips absently.

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: Perspective change whatttt (It's gonna happen so many times be prepared lol)

[lizzy019]

𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜, 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓂?

Ponyboy Curtis x Native!GN!Reader

cw -> aggression, slight choking, very light angst for angry miscommunication, anal

Word count -> 1.2K

I wrote it in Portuguese for you, anon! I don’t quite know if the translation is off, but I used DeepL so I hope it is! <33

As a native speaker who struggled to learn English quickly, you often found yourself alone and unable to converse with others. In the 60s, having someone travel from so far was uncommon, so you couldn't blame anyone for not knowing. 

Regardless, this made you isolated and unable to grow your vocabulary, so when it came time to really understand the language, you were at a loss.

A friend of yours who spoke both languages relatively well had introduced you to a group of gang members who’d dubbed themselves Greasers.

Greasers? Good God, they sounded filthy!

But.. When you met them, they were all so warm and friendly in a genuine way. Maybe one was a bit on the more toxic and unnerving side of things, but everyone else was sweet. 

One little guy stood out to you though, a sweetheart named Ponyboy. Or as he called himself in full, “Ponyboy Curtis” with pride in his tone.

Weeks have passed as you crashed over at their place when you couldn't afford your own rental, and the eldest brother was kind enough to let you stay. You often showed gratitude by cooking native dishes of yours or just cleaning up when everyone else was busy.

This didn't go unnoticed by any of them, especially the young Ponyboy.

Doing the dishes was normally his job since Darry woke up early, but you’d do them right before he could.

Passing by him in the now clean kitchen, his expression of confusion made you giggle a bit.

“Todo bem? You look confused.” You asked lightheartedly. (Todo bem = everything good)

His expression remained rather dumbfounded and clueless, but he nodded albeit still a bit on edge before dishing out some breakfast.

“Yeah, thanks..” He murmured. Ponyboy was a hard one to crack.

You didn't give up though.

The rumble was coming up, the deaths of Dallas and Johnny weighed tons upon everyone in the gang. You met both of them before they were gone, they were sweethearts in their own ways.

Or maybe you just saw the good in them.

Regardless, you weren’t quite ready to fight. You just didn’t know how, and you had to spend a few hours studying English anyway.

Watching the others get ready, all their playful bickering and teasing was loud but it still made a smile cross onto your face.

Occasionally your gaze would drift to Ponyboy, he’d gotten weaker since the death of his two buddies and you felt bad for him that this resulted in eating less and zoning out more.

But you jolted out of thought when he caught you staring, immediately heading back into your study book and reading the words aimlessly to seem occupied. It was feeble, he already got the hint.

“Darry, I don’t feel so good.. you think I can stay outta the rumble t’night?” His soft voice rang out as he spoke to his eldest sibling.

Darry stuffed his head into the shirt and wiggled his arms into the fabric before looking down at Ponyboy and nodding. 

“Sure buddy, you don’t look too hot to be fightin’ anyways. You take an aspirin and don’t smoke no more than 4, ya hear?” Darry said strictly, patting Pony’s shoulder before everyone hurried out the door. “See you two later.”

You waved happily as they all left, and then the silence hit like a giant boulder. You tried to keep your eyes on your textbook, reading words absentmindedly before a hand grabbed your book and placed it down with a “thud” onto the table.

You look up to see Ponyboy with a dark look in his pretty eyes. 

“What have you been starin’ at? Why have you been lookin’ at me?” He asks brutishly.

You freeze as he demands an answer, and for a second all English leaves your mind. A mumbled native response leaves your lips, something along the lines of “I’m sorry”, and “I didn’t mean to.” 

This causes Ponyboy to get frustrated. While he often always was calm and polite, he was upset now that he couldn't get an answer from you.

“Give me an answer, you’re actin’ like a creep!” He yelled, not loudly but not exactly at a regular speaking tone.

You simply didn’t know how to answer, so you rose from your seat to grab the back of his neck and push his lips to yours. It was harsh to start, but you pulled away after a second or two after regretting the action.

Flushed faces on both of you make a small smile coat your lips. 

“Pony..” You whisper before he completely heaves you up by the hips and walks you to the sofa. 

He plops you down on your stomach and desperately wriggles off your pants and undergarments, throwing them to the floor and admiring the fat of your cheeks.

His hand comes to slap the glorious flesh, watching it move from the contact before he spread them apart.

This alone has you embarrassed, but you allowed it all to happen. This was in your dreams anyway.

Ponyboy’s mouth comes in contact with your puckered hole, placing open mouthed kisses to your hole.

“W-woah! That’s dirty, what are you doing?” You moaned out in a fit of embarrassment and disgust, but despite your protests, he keeps going. 

Your moans don’t cease, in fact they only heighten when he tries to press a finger into your now saliva-coated entrance. 

After a bit of that, his head escapes from between your cheeks and his fingers go with it too as he meticulously fists his cock for a second or two.

When the hell did he take it out? How long had he been stroking it for if it was leaking like a faucet? 

Regardless, he flips you to your back, legs up over his shoulders in an open missionary before ramming it all in one go into your ass. It emits a whine from you.

“Pony! Oh merda, sím, sím!” You cried out in pleasure. (merda = shit, sím = yes)

At your cry, a hand slams at your neck to choke you. Not hard, but enough to get you dizzy and sweaty. 

This new experience mixed along with the fact that your ass was almost mindnumbing, and now it was being done by Ponyboy? Oh, you were so happy in this moment.

And with that, an orgasm was picking up fast. His thrusts grew brutal, words barely spoken but not needing to to continue the moment. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..” Ponyboy writhed in your walls, feeling them clench as you neared a climax. This was a heavenly feeling. 

Someone as attractive as you allowing them in your tight entrance, fucking you heavily and actually enjoying it too. It had his brain wracked in confusion, but he didn’t care in this moment.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck-!” He exclaimed, halting all movements as you two reached a peak orgasm. It was a mess, it was chaos, but it was heavenly.

You both huffed and puffed for a good few minutes, basking in the afterglow of such a lovely moment before he gently pulled away and helped you stand up.

After the rumble, everyone had come back. Steve had a new bruise on his cheekbone, poor Sodapop had a guy with rings bust his bottom lip, Darry was tending to some light scratches while Two-Bit was home with his mother.

Darry questioned you whilst you read, looking at your red face and unfocused eyes.

“You alright? What’s got you all hot in the face?” He asked softly, offering one of the cold compresses he had. You shook your head politely at his offer, assuring him you were fine.

“No, I’m okay. Just.. very confused is all. Thank you though.” You smiled, watching as Ponyboy exited the shower in simply a towel.

Darry noticed the stare, the way you looked at his younger brother so earnestly and lovingly. He knew what was going on.

“Sure you are.” He added sarcastically, shooting you a knowing glance before he continued tending to his own wounds.

[rotten-strawberrie]

Hiii! Could I request The Outsiders gang and their reactions to the reader saying "I love you"? Thanks for considering!!!! 🪐

of course I can !! I did assume it was saying I love you for the first time so I hope that's okay !^^; [please ignore that I'm so behind on asks okay mwah mwah <33]

-♡-♡-♡-

order for anon: the gang and the first " I love youd" from the reader pt.1 maybe??

genre: fluff and hurt/comfort

warnings:jail time on dallas, mentions of alcohol in twobits

characters: darry, dally, pony, and johnny

darry worked his ass off almost everyday. so phone calls on breaks were a routine for the both of you. you'd be at home doing a hobby or on a break of your own while darry listened in , barely talking more than a sentence while listening to your voice.

" --and he marked the question wrong anyways !! what a prick- "

he chuckled, invisioning you pacing around angrily while complaining about the professor you hated.

" if you need an intimidating hunk to scare him off , you know where to find me "

you cackled , almost forgetting why you were so angry in the first place , " this is why I love you dar "

he was ecstatic , smiling ear to ear like a lovesick baboon. he cockily babbled out" not so bad yourself, y'know " which had both of you laughing right from the belly.

" unfortunately I have to get back to uh- work but- you free tonight ? "

" pick me up at 7 dar , wherever you wanna go " and with a childish grin you hung up before he could even tell you those three words back

-

dallas walked with pride, head up and chest out like he wasn't just released from jail early for behaving himself.

ring being tossed up and down in his dominant hand as he strutted towards you, smiling expectantly. " miss me ? "

" who ? the idiot that got caught ? " your head tilted, wary of the heat coming from his motorcycle he left in your care while locked up.

" yeah, you missed me " he pecked your cheek, slipping the ring into your hand, and sitting shotgun on the bike in one motion.

you snickered, sliding your arms around him and whispering into his shoulder, " I love you dumb criminal. "

he pat your hand on his stomach, glancing back with softness for the smallest second before riding off to God knows where.

-

johnny was overjoyed, only a little embarrassed at the fact he came running to show you the silly thing. he'd finally aced a science test, getting to graduate the grade with pony.

he'd already showed the boys while you were working and came to your house as soon as you got off.

you stood in front of him, confused. he didn't seem hurt physically at all, and usually when he leaves home he stays in the lot or with the curtis' boys.

" what's wrong johnny? "he smiled, practically shoving the paper in your face.

" hold on boy, I can't read that close " you took it, taking a second for your exhausted eyes to cooperate and read.

" johnny that's amazing! I told you you could do it! " you hugged him, practically crushing the boy as he laughed.

" thank you, the boys are waiting for me, I was gonna invite you but you look exhausted, "

you chuckled, waving him off, " no biggie, go have fun and tell me about it later "

he beamed, running off your porch in a jog before he turned around, " love you johnny, "

he chuckled, cheeks tinting red and sheepishly he yelled back, " love you too, "

-

" I hate math so much, " you sighed, slumping face first into ponyboy's desk.

you heard him snicker from his spot on the bed, amused at your frustration, " it's not that bad, "

" remember when dallas thought I was sneaking up behind him and socked me in the mouth? "

" yeah, you almost passed out, "

" I'd rather do that another five times than math, "

he sighed, feigning annoyance while leaning on his forearms, " if I do it for you will you shut up about it? "

you nodded, grinning wide " my hero! I love you so much! "

he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks bright red, " you're out of your mind, "

trying to move past it , he sat next to you , attempting to ignore his flustered state by doing work, when you pecked him quickly on the cheek

" love you too pone , "

[soupbabe]

The lost boys celebrating trans masc readers 2 year anniversary of being on T? I just had mine last week :3

Celebrating Your Transition with the Lost Boys (Transmasc! Reader)

Aaa congrats!! Wishing you a happy pride and a safe n easy transition<33 I just wanted this to be just tooth rotting and I may have accidentally stumbled into poly lost boys w this one 😭 definitely all up to interpretation though!

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

- Omg are you kidding me?? When the Lost Boys want to party and celebrate, they party

- You're the man of the hour, expect to be up all night screaming down Santa Carla with all the boys!!

- Sincerely though, all the boys are so proud of you and your journey

- The whole coven came together because they wanted to be themselves unapologetically, you're a shining example of what it means to be a lost boy!!

- I fully expect Paul and Marko getting one of those "It's a Boy!" gender reveal balloons

- Yeah they did it when you first came out. Yeah it's funnier the second time.

- They're both definitely in charge of getting you snacks too

- Marko has your favorite food orders committed to memory, he'll absolutely surprise you to your favorite take outs!!

- It's very much a fun thought for David to let you be co-leader for the night because let's be real he's never going to surrender fully

- You get the specialties of riding in the back of David's motorcycle and dictating where they go for the night (though expect him to ditch your own plans early because he swears he knows a better place)

- Head empty only Dwayne giving you a gift to celebrate your milestones!!

- He's made you a charm bracelet and every milestone he gifts you a charm to commemorate (your coming out, your first dose, and your first year on T.)

- While now there's only 4 little beads dangling from your wrist, soon enough a lifetimes worth of charms will decorate your body as long as you stay with your boys <33

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last week

Hi, this is Erica. Let's start the week with some good news from around the world

📖 A new bill will provide millions of children in CA with free books thanks to Dolly Parton

A new bill signed into law will now provide millions of children in California with free books thanks to Dolly Parton.

The bill, SB 1183, was signed into law by Gov. Gavin Newsom and will provide funding for Parton’s “Imagination Library” program, providing free books to children from birth to 5 years old.

Aiming to encourage preschool children to develop an early love of reading and learning, the bill received bipartisan support in both houses.

🦁 Pride of lions airlifted from Ukraine to Colorado in “biggest-ever warzone rescue of lions”

A pride of lions that were living at the Bio Park Zoo in Odessa, a southern city in Ukraine that has been impacted by the Russian-Ukraine war, has been airlifted to the Wild Animal Sanctuary in Colorado, according to a news release.

“The big cats were urgently relocated when the war first broke by a convoy that journeyed over 600 miles across Ukraine and Moldova, arriving in Targu Mures, Romania, on May 24, 2022. The Targu Mures Zoo provided a temporary home for the animals for several months so that an emergency travel permit could be approved for the eleven lions to board an international rescue flight,” the release said.

🐶 Hundreds of Dogs Saved From Nevada Breeding Farm in Huge Police Operation

Authorities have seized around 300 dogs from a property in Nevada in what officials have described as a “large-scale” animal cruelty situation. Detectives from Nye County Sheriff’s Office (NCSO) obtained a search warrant for a property in Amargosa Valley following an investigation and visited the location on Tuesday.

There, officials arrested a couple — Oskana Higgins and Vasili Platunov — on felony animal abuse and neglect charges, the NCSO said.

✍️ This 33-year-old made more than 1,000 Wikipedia bios for unknown women scientists

Jessica Wade began writing Wikipedia biographies about women and minority scientists who never got their due — from employers, from other scientists, from the public. Wade has written more than 1,600 Wikipedia entries for long-ignored women scientists, and she has firm beliefs on ideas on how to support girls interested in the field.

She won awards and medals and was cited by Jimmy Wales, the founder of Wikipedia.

🐦 When you next hear cheerful twittering of birds, you should stop and listen: new study suggests that listening to birdsong reduces anxiety and paranoia

Birdsongs alleviate anxiety and paranoia in healthy participants.

Fun fact: Did you know that they play bird songs at Tokyo subway stations to stop people getting stressed out on their morning commute?

☄️ Nasa’s Dart spacecraft ‘changed path of asteroid’

Scientists have now confirmed the orbit of a 160m-wide (520ft) space rock known as Dimorphos was altered when the Dart probe struck it head on last month. Researchers came to the conclusion after making measurements using a range of space and Earth-based telescopes.

The mission was conceived to test a potential strategy to defend the Earth against threatening objects.

🤖 Tiny Robots Have Successfully Cleared Pneumonia From The Lungs of Mice

Scientists have been able to direct a swarm of microscopic swimming robots to clear out pneumonia microbes in the lungs of mice, raising hopes that a similar treatment could be developed to treat deadly bacterial pneumonia in humans. The technology is still at a proof-of-concept stage, but the early signs are very promising.

“Based on this mouse data, we see that the microrobots could potentially improve antibiotic penetration to kill bacterial pathogens and save more patients’ lives,” says Victor Nizet, a physician and professor of pediatrics at the University of California, San Diego.

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[rubysgirl32]

OKOK back at you! 4, 13, 22 and 33!!:)

4. Is your 'reader' character always a self insert?

So 50/50. Most of the time i write its to let go all my feelings and let my anxiety go through words. So I’m those cases most definitely, but when I’m writting for pleasure and just shits and giggles then no.

13. When/how did you realize you liked girls?

I was 8, and my grandma had left town to the beach with her friends. My sister and I (me being the youngest, I was 8-9 I think) sneaked into her apartment and had a movie night. We watched the Lego Movie first, and I was like “Wildstyle doesn’t deserve no man. Fuck emmet. Fuck Batman. She deserves someone as cool as me!” And then came in the doubt of “do I want to be her or do I want to be WITH her”. Then we watched the first Avengers film and that pretty much confirmed my doubts. I mean, Natasha Romannoff tied to a chair, black little dress, and then beating up 4 men who are twice her size? My gay as lit up like a Christmas tree, and I’m not kidding. Like my teen hormones kicked in early and I was just like “mommy? Sorry”. That day pretty much confirmed I liked girls, but I always knew I liked everything. Boys, girls, non-binary hoes and like… everything. I’m not a picky eater if you know what I mean

22. Favorite movie you've seen this year?

Soo it’s actually Bottoms. BUT I CAN EXPLAIN. I watched it this year in May for the first time. I was in a flight to the US and the movie was in the options and I was like “gay people? Great!” And I just drooled the entire time. Like the moment Hazel showed up in screen, I completely lost my chill in every way. So then after the trip, on the plane back, I watched it again. Then when I arrive to my house, I watched it again. And then I forced my friends to watch it during pride, the I watched it again. I have it memorized and I’m not ashamed of it

33. Zodiac sign

Okay so I’m an Aquarius, my moon is a Leo and my rising is a Sagittarius. That’s one air and two fire signs meaning I’m dry and feisty which I totally am. I get along great with libras, Leo’s and Virgos!

[vamossainz55]

grumpy reader and sunshine mick pls <33

a/n: this is long overdue so i am so sorry anon - but i rlly enjoyed writing this. micks always a sunshine and so fluffy to write it makes my heart warm. i hope you do end up seeing this. it's a really quick 1k drabble so would recommend if youre looking for some short fluff ❤️.

ps. i have a good amount of mick requests - i cannot promise i will do all but i am planning to release a few more ! xx

enjoy!

“Come on baby,” There’s a mix of desperation in Mick’s tone, dragging his words as his lips pull into a pout. His hand goes to rest on your leg, thumb gently tapping at your knee before he’s coming closer to you. His face comes into your view, and despite you trying to look away Mick’s body follows your gaze, making sure that your eyes are on him. 

“What?” You grumble out, looking away from your boyfriend once again as you look up to the ceiling instead, letting out a tired sigh. The only thing your brain was focused on was the weird pull you felt in your muscles and the way your back tightened at every single movement you made. 

You were tired and frustrated, having felt betrayed once again by your body as you did every single month. What annoyed you this time though is that it came onto you by surprise, almost a whole week early and perfectly aligned with the beach getaway Mick and you had planned for the weekend. 

Despite the annoyed look on your face, your boyfriend doesn’t seem phased, simply poking at your side in hopes to be able to catch your attention. “We can still have fun this weekend baby,” Mick says, leaning close to give your lips a peck and as annoyed as you were you still find yourself leaning into the peck, pouting as soon as Mick pulls away. 

“I wanted to go swim in the beach, and to tan a little bit, now I’m gonna be worried about bleeding.” You sigh, shifting a bit just to feel a sharp pain pierce your back. You let out a tired and exhausted whine and that’s enough for Mick to roll his eyes and get up. 

“That’s it. You’re coming with me.” He says as he extends both his hands towards you before giving you an expectant look. You refuse to get up, simply shaking your head before crossing your arms over your chest. You just wanted to mope on the couch. Mick lets it slide, but only for ten seconds. Soon after, he grabs your hands and despite your best efforts he pulls you up before wrapping his arm around your waist. 

Without hesitation he lifts you up, struggling a bit before he has you over his shoulder. You’re squirming, already flailing your limbs around in an attempt to get Mick to let you go. “This is ridiculous!” You argue, demanding him to put you down but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he carries you back to the bedroom before settling you into bed. 

“I could have gotten into bed by myself.” You huff, confused as to why your boyfriend felt the need to carry you. Mick can see it on your face, the way you purse your lips ready to argue with him but he shakes his head. 

“No,” he says, holding his hand out to stop you from even starting. It was amazing how patient he was with you, already accustomed to your antics. “You lay down, put a movie on, a show, or whatever- and I’ll make you tea and get you your water bag okay?” Mick says, already knowing your usual go to remedies.

You look at him, suddenly a bit embarrassed with how good the offer sounded but you put your pride aside when you give him a nod. “That sounds good.” You murmur just as Mick hands you the remote to the TV. You fiddle a bit with the buttons, sighing softly when Mick leaves you with a gentle kiss on the forehead before going to the kitchen as promised. 

You curl up a bit in bed as you open Netflix, browsing the different shows that they had before going to the movies. 

Comedy, horror, documentaries, science fiction, you think to yourself as you look over the different options. Nothing seems too interesting, making you let out a sigh again as you try to stretch a bit still, still unaccepting of the tension coming from your body. 

By the time Mick comes back you’re still staring at the different options, only this time you’re laying down on your side, holding your stomach as you tried your best to ignore the pain that was slowly growing stronger. 

“Have you made a choice yet baby?” Mick asks, already setting down your cup of tea on the bedside table before he’s crawling back next to you. You shake your head just as his hand gently takes hold of yours before he’s pulling it to give your knuckles a gentle kiss.

He only lets go to hand you the hot water bag he had warmed up, shifting to sit next to you before he’s taking the remote. “How about we watch some Keeping Up?” Mick asks, already closing Netflix. 

“Keeping up? You don’t even like it.” You say, taken so off guard that you momentarily forget about the little prickles you could feel, traveling down from your stomach. 

“I don’t hate it,” Mick argues, already putting on the show and your eyes shift a bit to the TV, just as you pull the water bag to your stomach. The warmth of the bag already helps ease your cramps and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh of relief. 

“Here, sit up.” He says, gently rubbing over your side as you scoot forward on the bed. Mick gently encourages you to shift forward even more. You’re confused at first, not understanding why you had to sit so low on the bed but Mick is already settling to sit behind you without question. His hand gently slips under your shirt to gently rub at your back which only sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Shh, relax. You’ll feel better soon hm?” Mick says, his hands slowly beginning to apply pressure. You can’t help the soft groan that leaves your body, already relaxing a bit more as Mick gently rubs into one of the knots in your back. 

“This, feels really good.” You sigh out, hugging the water bag closer to your stomach as Mick shifts closer. 

You can feel his breath gently tickling your neck and soon enough his lips are gently peppering kisses onto your skin. “Thank you” you murmur, too stubborn to say it very loudly.  “I’m sorry for being in a bad mood.” You apologize, extremely thankful for how patient Mick was. 

Mick simply smiles and shakes his head, “Hey, no worries. I know what I signed up for.” He teases, quickly stealing a peck from your lips before you could give him another complaint.

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Flyers Primer - Text Version

Presentation version here

featuring many of my personal opinions on players & some phantoms i find notable

*edit: fuck carter hart and i was very harsh on sam for no reason also there’s a lot of typos sorry

Cam Atkinson

forward (rw), #89

drafted 157th overall to CBJ in 2008

amazing instagram comment-er

on the nhl player inclusion coalition

played for torts in cbus

seems just happy to be here

basically #1 gritty fan

Sean Couturier

forward (c), #14

coots, couter, no chest

drafted 8th overall to PHI in 2011

playing this season after being on ir for like a season and a half

should have an a or c

used to live with now gm danny b

last of my fav ginger trio (him, g, and jakey)

toothless

Marc Staal

defenseman, #18

drafted 12th overall to NYR in 2005

2nd of 4 staals

homophobic, boycotted pride night with his brother eric in florida last season

career overall +/- of +50, over 1100 games played

Scott Laughton

forward (c), #21

our one and only a

laughts, laughtsy, scotty tatum

drafted 20th overall to PHI in 2012

passionate LGBTQ+ ally

always the one to put up the pride flag in front of the farg

first guests of the season were a lesbian couple celebrating their 1 year wedding anniversary

best drip on the roster (decided by me after that horrid drip night they had)

kinda reminds me of a cat idk

drinks a black, hot coffee

let atkinson wear his a for atkinson’s first game back in cbus after being traded to philly (back when we had a c and 2 a’s)

had an a with team canada at world’s

has a cat named brucey

Travis Konecny

forward (rw), #11

tk, teeks, tiki bar

drafted 24th overall to PHI in 2015

literally one of the best (if not the best) player on our roster idc argue with the wall

called a “short king” (he is 5’10, there’s shorter guys on the roster)

certified DILF!!

my mom’s fav flyer (she can only name 3 total)

once lost his shoes on the plane and therefore postponed press

pest/rat/raccoon (affectionate)

lives in penalty box yet an absolute goal scorer

his best on ice comparison is a chihuahua

best flow on the roster idc

our media rep this year!!! Slay!!

best chirps on the roster

Joel Farabee

forward (lw), #86

beezer, young beezer, bee, young beezy

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2018

my favorite player i could go on and on about him

had neck surgery after 21-22 season and came back and played all 82 games in 22-23 season

is already becoming a leader on the team

bought a house from coots early 22 and now it’s a hub for the young guys on the team

gives off frat boy vibes in the best way

is such a teammate guy

asg shootout hater

has (at least 1) tattoo

his game day coffee order is an iced coffee with almond milk, no sweetener, on off days gets a brown sugar shaken espresso, prefers iced over hot coffee, and never met a coffee he didn’t like

grew up liking the flyers & phillies and really wanted to be drafted to philly

“i thank my lucky stars” -bee when talking about getting drafted to philly

claimed in a tk mic’d up that he was dropping a mixtape and never dropped it :(

silliest guy on instagram

Carter Hart

goalie, #79

hartsy, cahtah haht

drafted 48th overall by PHI in 2016

our starter <3 love him

as i’m making this is injured but is practicing with the team so hopefully he’ll be back soon

deserves better than philly but you can pry him from my cold dead hands

@st-louis has a great primer about him

Samuel Ersson

goalie, #33

drafted 143rd overall to PHI in 2018

not the best but he’s trying (i think)

would benefit from some time down with the phantoms

tbh shouldn’t be our #2

Cal Petersen

goalie, #40

drafted 129th overall to BUF in 2013

looks like he would blow away in the wind ngl

me and my friend hate him i’m sorry (sorta)

has spent most of his career so far with the kings

Felix Sandstrom

#32

drafted 70th overall to PHI in 2015

he should be our #2 idc

or down with the phantoms to improve

i can’t think of him without thinking of those pics @mad-bee posted of him like

👁️👁️

Bobby Brink

forward (rw), #10

drafted 34th overall to PHI in 2019

a baby!! (is a 22 y/o man)

my friend knows him specifically as “our rookie”

a REAL short king (5’8)

university of denver

Cam York

defenseman, #8

yorkie, yam cork

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2019

umich boy, would’ve graduated with team 101

also a usndtp boy

i’m too lazy to look for evidence but probably part of the hughes summer club

Tyson Foerster

forward (rw), #71

drafted 23 overall to PHI in 2020

even more of a baby than brink (he’s a 21 y/o man)

roomies with beezer, stayed in philly during the off-season

i don’t think he stops smiling

described by beezer as “like a little adhd kid”

seems to be besties with yorkie

Egor Zamula

defenseman, #5

undrafted

was super excited to play alongside pr*vorov when he got called up from the Phantoms

part of beezer’s summer group

Nicolas Deslauriers

forward (lw), #44

nic, des, delo

drafted 84th overall to LAK in 2009

french canadian

hit 600 games 10/10!!

usually one of the top guys on the team in hits, pim, fights

has a career overall of -91 but like isn’t a goal scorer so. averages about 6 points per game in overall career

great fighter very hot 10/10

Nick Seeler

defenseman, #24

seels, seal team

drafted 131st overall to MIN in 2011

underrated!!!!!!!!

another great fighter that’s very hot 10/10

there’s not much to him other than punches but that’s ok i love him

fought des when des was playing with the wild

Noah Cates

forward (lw), #27

catesy

drafted 137th overall to PHI in 2017

has a brother who was with the organization but now is with bridgeport in the ahl (got to play some nhl games together!!!!)

once said flyers locker room lacked the “swagger of the winning mentality” which is a fucking hilarious way to word it

was on 2022 us men’s olympic roster

Morgan Frost

forward (c), #48

frosty

drafted 27th overall to PHI in 2017

never captions his instagram posts

angered torts or something because he keeps getting benched with no chance to properly prove himself

flyers hater

Travis Sanheim

defenseman, #6

sanny, sandy, sandra

drafted 17th overall by PHI in 2014

besties + neighbors with tk (known together as travii or travis²)

whl boy

besties with tk’s oldest kid

Owen Tippett

forward (rw), #74

tippy, tipper

drafted 10th overall to FLA in 2017

got him when we traded our captain :,( miss you G

hair looks unnatural but like i’m 90% it is natural

Garnet Hathaway

forward (rw), #19

undrafted

signed as free agent in july

part of phd line (w/ des & poehling)

UHM HIS FIRST NAME IS FUCKING JOHN?!

i don’t like him please don’t ask why i don’t have an answer

Ryan Poehling

forward (c), #25

drafted 25th overall to MTL in 2017

another guy signed in july

saved him from the penguins 🫶🏻

phd line

honestly i don’t know much abt him

Louie Belpedio

defenseman, #37

drafted 80th overall to MIN in 2014

has like 3 nhl games under his belt (12? as i’m making this)

signed july 2022 but has chilling in lehigh valley

went to miami of ohio

has a totally of 3 points but like i said only 11 games he’s got a lot of space for more

Victor Mete

defenseman, #98

drafted 100th overall to MTL in 2016

signed as a free agent in july

more of an assists guy than a goals guy and honestly i’m content with that

career overall +/- of +19

about 250 games under his belt

Sean Walker

defenseman, #26

walks

undrafted

bgsu grad & 2 seasons as captain there

his trade helped us send pr*vorov on his way, hope the door hit him on the way out

not rly talked abt but i think he’s cool (i’m going to bgsu lol)

Long term IR Boys

Ryan Ellis

defenseman, #94

drafted 11th overall to NSH in 2009

i don’t think he’s played a single game with us

like was injured when he was drafted and has been on ir the whole time

we lost phil myers for him (and nolpat too ig)

back injury? i think?

i have no thoughts on him ngl

Rasmus Ristolainen

defenseman, #55

drafted 8th overall to BUF in 2013

horrid career overall +/- (-176)

traded robert hagg & 2 draft pics for him?

i like him tho ig

looks like a different person in like every photo i’ve ever seen of him

his injury is undisclosed

The Phantoms

Wade Allison

forward (rw), #19 (#17 with flyers)

wader, ally, ally cat

drafted 52nd overall to PHI in 2016

he’s my girlfriend i miss him

lived in beezer’s basement last season

part of the fratboys (w/ frosty & beezer)

wmu boy

spent all of last season with the flyers

Tanner Laczynski

forward (c), #9 (#58 with the flyers)

drafted 169th overall to PHI in 2016

OSU boy (ew)

has never spent a whole season up with the flyers :(

my mom once told me he looked like a loser before finding out he was an nhl player

buds with wader

Zayde Wisdom

forward (rw), #14

drafted 94th overall to PHI in 2020

used to live with foerster?

he would cook and tyson would clean

i need him to be called up so we have that duo back

scored 29 goals in his second ohl season

Emil Andrae

defenseman, #6 (#36 with flyers)

drafted 54th overall to PHI in 2020

played 4 games with us this season

not much of a goal scorer but can do it

kinda looks very stereotypical swede

Ronnie Attard

defenseman, #12

drafted 72nd overall to PHI in 2019

was tri-city storm captain for the 18-19 season

another wmu boy — played a season there with ally in 19-20

played 2 games with the flyers last season and 15 the year before