#wc: 369

[beseira]

love and answers

"ask me something i know next"

...

a part of seira didn’t want to be interviewed, to be asked questions about love, something seira had no idea nor knowledge about. a part of her wanted to stay in front of a camera, show herself to the few sugar cubes still out there, or to the fans who supported her throughout next gen. seira had finally decided she wanted to be an idol again, so getting her name and face out there was a good idea, wasn’t it? but before seira can properly decide whether she wants to be interviewed or not, there’s a camera in her face.

“do you think it’s possible to have physical affection before you date someone?” “i, uh, what?” she’s taken by surprise, she swears that camera came out of nowhere. “ah i…. it should be possible i think? ah, uhm, sometimes the body works faster than the mind…? it might be easier to hold someone’s hand than to confess your feelings… i think?”. “some people don’t want physical affection before dating, some people need physical affection to know if they want to date someone… i, uh, i think that’s my answer?”.

“what do you consider ‘dating’?” was it too late to escape, these questions were hard when seira had never dated nor crushed on anyone. “i think that’s different from person to person, but… you’re asking me what i consider dating, so, i’ll-- i’ll try answering that”. “i think dating is showing your love to someone, and feeling they’re different from everyone else, dating is… being with someone who wants to be with you as much as you want to be with them” she nods slightly “yeah… that’s my answer”.

“how would you ask someone that you’re seeing to be your boyfriend/girlfriend?” “i’ve never confessed my feelings to anyone before, but i think i would be too shy and nervous to tell them… i think i’d wait for them to ask me out, then i’m sure they like me, but… if we’re both waiting for each other to ask the other out, that might be a bit troublesome… maybe i would write it down, or is that too elementary school-ish? ah, i’m sorry, this is a difficult question for me”.

[lollipop-bribes]

Gaius slings his own bag over one shoulder, sparing Shortcake another glance. He notices in light of her comments how tired she seems. If she's so worried about tests, she must be a diligent student. Gaius doesn't really have a head for figures; he'd rather be out in the field. When it comes time for his own testing, he's sure he can get by - but some reading and writing practice won't kill him. Hm. If she's on the second floor, she must be a noble. He had liked the irony of making the bluebloods climb an extra set of steps to get to their rooms, until he consigned himself to going up those steps with an extra load on his back. Not too far along, atop the flight that ascends from the marketplace, Gaius carefully drops the bag. It looks like Shortcake could use a little break, too. "If I'm gonna haul all this, I need to be able to sample the goods, yeah?" He unties the sack of candy, rifling around, pulling out what he thinks Shortcake called an Ordelia truffle (that name manages to stick in his head, since it's close to that of an old friend). He twirls it in his fingers, the foil glinting in the morning sun.  But looks aren't even half the package. Gaius eagerly twists the truffle open, and the smell of it alone is intoxicating - deep and sweet, almost woodsy. He's almost drooling by the time he gets it in his mouth, and once he does, he nearly goes to his knees for it. It's perfection. Delicate but not too light, intense but not too bitter, sweet but not cloying. He had meant to walk and talk, but the sensation overwhelms him. He makes a pleased noise, remembering after several long moments that he has company, and he has a job to do. "Gods on high, I've been around the block, but I've never tasted anything as spectacular as that." He's still in bliss as he lifts his bag again. Its weight doesn't even bug him anymore as he continues the trek toward the dorms. "That's about the highest praise there is, from a guy like me. Where're those from again?"

one a penny, two a penny

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Happy Birthday

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

A/N As always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows someone who would be willing to make me collages for a couple character masterlists it would be greatly appreciated! xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH

Summary it's Buckys Birthday. That's it.

WC - 369

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, Bucky Barnes, let me know if I've missed anything!

Bucky's thrusts are slow, but hard. Each slap of his hips against yours is a reminder of the long night you've shared.

Hickeys cover your body from your ankles to your jaw, a sign of Bucky's gratitude. Maybe this isn't what you expected when you were waiting for Bucky on your bed in his favourite set of lingerie. Maybe you were kidding yourself.

Either way, you are at the point where you're just accepting what Bucky gives you. It's not a surprise after seven orgasms from yourself and three from Bucky, leaving both of you sensitive and in a place where pain and pleasure meld together.

You let out a strangled moan as you near another orgasm, the pain almost too much with the sensitivity of your puffy folds, sloppy with a mixture of yours and Bucky's cum.

"Aww I know doll, just one more for me, yeah?" Bucky roughly whispers into your ear, in between gruff moans.

You nod faintly and try to respond but it just turns into a squeal, causing Bucky to chuckle lowly.

"C'mon babydoll, I got you, just let go" he whispers.

Your back arches and you moan louder than you ever have before as he reaches his vibranium hand down to rub your puffy, raw pearl to push you over the edge. You fall head first into an eye-watering orgasm which takes over your body, your back arches and you gasp from the intensity.

Bucky whines when he feels you squirt over his sensitive cock and shaking thighs. It only takes a few more thrusts until he's coming too, his legs shaking as he groans into your neck, his cum pumping into you rope after rope.

After a few minutes of panting and holding you close, Bucky pulls back with a hiss. He chuckles and wipes away your tears.

"'was s'pposed to let you relax," you slur.

"I am relaxed, doll" Bucky mumbles, his chest vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday darlin'" you mumble and press a kiss to his cheek.

"happy birthday to me indeed" Bucky pauses before a mischievous grin makes its way onto his face, "now I've just got to top this for your birthday"

"fuck... don't think I'd survive that"

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[whosmybf]

Sleepy

Rodrick heffley X F!reader

Wc:369

It’s Rodrick and y/n’s first sleepover

The sound of Rodrick's van honking outside my house instantly excites me. Tonight is our first-ever sleepover. I grab my bright pink duffle bag and bound down the stairs, where I find my mom in the hallway giving me a concerned look.

"Y/n, you be careful. I don’t want you getting into any nonsense," she advises.

I nod, blow her a kiss, and then smile at my dad who's practically glaring at the beat-up van with 'Löded Diper' amateurly spray painted across it.

I leave the house, shivering in the cold air, and start walking towards the van. Rodrick jumps out at the last minute, eagerly opening the door for me before wrapping his arms around me, then hopping back in.

I step into the van and chuckle at his hurried behavior.

"What's got you in such a hurry, Roddy?" I ask.

"You know your dad creeps me out," he admits as he steps into the car and leans over to give me a quick kiss, letting out a contented sigh.

"Mhmm. I missed you so much," he murmurs.

"Did you miss me or just my lips?" I ask playfully.

"Both," he answers, giving me a sly smile and booping my nose before starting up the van.

Rodrick practically drags me into his house. When we get inside, I try to greet his mom and Greg, but Rodrick is pulling my hand up the stairs, so I just give them a sorry smile and follow him. Once we're in his room, he gives me a hopeful smile.

"So, what now?" he asks.

"I don't know, Rodrick. What do you wanna do?"

He sits down on the edge of his bed.

"How 'bout we put on a movie or something?"

And that's exactly what we do. He selects some obscure emo film, and I lie down next to him, resting my head on his chest.

Eventually, the air grows heavy with sleepiness, and the movie loses its appeal. I sit up and look at Rodrick, paying close attention to his expressive eyes and fluffy eyebrows.

"Hey, can I sit here?" I ask, straddling his stomach.

"Mhmm," he says, his hands instinctively finding my waist and toying with my pajama pants from Victoria's Secret. I lean in close, running my thumb over one of his eyebrows, watching the arch in awe.

"You have great eyebrows, Roddy," I say with a touch of amusement.

He chuckles, his hands moving up to my stomach, giving me a gentle squeeze.

I can tell he's getting tired, and I am too. I run my fingers over his eyelids, gently coaxing them closed. I trace over his nose and brow bone, until after a few minutes, I hear his breathing soften. He's asleep, and so should I be. I reach to turn off the light and lay my head down on his chest, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart.

A/n: this is my first fic on tumblr, please don’t bully me and please request. I will probably write for Rodrick, jersey shore, shameless, and umbrella academy, but I’m open to requests on anyone

[bradleysass]

Time - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 369 - Starchaser

Regulus hates waiting.

He checks his watch for the third time in the past five minutes, jaw tightening as the minute hand creeps forward. They were supposed to meet at seven. It is now seven thirty-six.

The little cafe they frequent is nearly empty, save for a couple near the window and an elderly man stirring his tea methodically. The waitress has already come by twice to ask if he’s still waiting for someone. Regulus, too prideful to admit that he’s been stood up—again—had muttered a curt, “Yes.”

He’s debating whether to text James and demand an explanation when the door swings open, bringing in a gust of cool night air and the very man who is the cause of Regulus�� irritation.

James Potter, golden boy, late as always, and grinning like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.

Regulus schools his expression into something unimpressed, arms crossed tightly over his chest as James saunters over to the table.

“You’re late,” he says before James can even get a word in.

James doesn’t falter. If anything, his grin widens, all bright eyes and mischievous delight.

“But I come bearing gifts,” he announces, stepping aside dramatically to reveal what he’s been hiding behind his back.

A small, unassuming brown paper bag sits in his hands, held out like an offering. Regulus narrows his eyes at it before snatching it away and peering inside.

His lips twitch before he can stop himself. Inside is a perfectly wrapped pain au chocolat, from that little bakery on the other side of the city. The one Regulus had casually mentioned liking—once. Months ago.

“Bribery won’t work forever, you know,” he says, but he’s already unwrapping it, breaking off a piece with nimble fingers.

James plops into the seat across from him, still grinning, chin resting in his palm as he watches Regulus eat. “But it’s working now, isn’t it?”

Regulus huffs, but there’s no real heat behind it.

James is still late, will probably always be late, but he’s also the only person in the world who remembers the tiniest, most insignificant things about him. And Regulus, for all his protests, knows he’s already forgiven him.

He always does.

[daydreamingyuta]

Don't Wanna Say Goodnight | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, you don’t want bf!Mark to say goodnight wc: 369 a/n: writing this actually made me more delusional 😵‍💫

"Baby, please don't leave." You say, grabbing Mark's arm so he can't get off the couch. He looks back at you with tenderness in his eyes. For two whole blissful days, Mark was completely free of any schedules, but tomorrow he has to work on some new music.

“C’mon baby, don’t do this to me. You know I have schedules early in the morning.” He says, but he doesn’t move a single inch away from you, a soft smile on his face. 

You knew he had to leave, but you just really didn’t want him to. You usually weren’t this clingy, but you knew Mark secretly loved it when you were like this. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t leave.” You say, challenging him.

He tilts his head back and smiles up at the ceiling, he knows that you’re just trying to prolong the goodbye so he can stay as long as possible. He looks back down at you and tilts his head. “If only you knew how much I loved you.” He moves close to you, his face centimeters from yours. “If you only knew how obsessed I am with you baby and how hard it is to leave when you beg me to stay like this.”

You smile up at him, satisfied, knowing that if he could stay, he absolutely would. “Finee text me when you get home ok?”

“Of course, baby.” He says, pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips. You follow him off the couch and get to his jacket before he does so you can help him put it on. Once it's on, you fix the collar for him, taking a moment to just stay close to him. He grabs both of your arms and wraps them around his waist while he wraps his arms around your neck. “Goodnight babyy.” He says against your hair, kissing your temple. 

“Make sure to get enough sleep ok?” You say, still not letting go of the hug. He hums, telling you that he’ll try his best to sleep well. Once you both untangle yourselves from the hug, he cups your face into his hands and scrunches his face at you. “I hate saying goodnight to you.”

[grimm-writings]

rainfall

…ft! dazai, chuuya, fyodor x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, some hurt/comfort on dazai’s, headcanon format, rainy day off with the boys!

…wc! 308 ; 369 ; 345 = 1022 

…notes! i don’t think i’ve ever seen fluffy idiot content of fyodor. i must rectify this.

Dazai

Dazai treasures rainy days more than anything.

“Oops sorry Kunikida, I can’t come in to work!!! Rain is just sooo heavy you know?”

The office is literally down the block he’s just not bothered

Who needs work when he has his beautiful partner?!

That’s what he whispers to you with a giggle and a grin as he nuzzles into your back.

Most times, that’s all it really comes to: a sleepy Dazai, cute compliments, and being lovingly held against your will.

Other days, it isn’t so easy.

He’s like a rock. The only notion you have that he’s awake is one of his eyes staring at the window outside, at the rain.  He doesn’t even message about his absence in advance this time – that’s up to you.

He isn’t as snuggly, but he doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around him and holding him.

Eating isn’t exactly something on his mind on these sort of days.  Even with that in mind, he’s always sure to quietly thank you when you hand-feed him meals.

Those days are difficult, but you make them easier.

“You have work today, right?  Don’t bother with the dishes,” Dazai calls out to you from the bedroom.  The clattering of the porcelain couldn’t exactly be hidden, you admit. Dazai sighs as you continue washing and drying.  New weight on the bed behind him makes him aware of your presence a few minutes later.  Your arms wrap around him without hesitation. “You don’t have to stay,” he says to you when the silence becomes too much for him. You merely snuggle further into his bandaged body.  “Yeah.  I want to, though.” To his own surprise, Dazai relaxes into your touch and words. “...Well.”  He smiles for the first time all day, softly, and his eyes linger up to the rainfall again.  “If you say so.”

Chuuya

Days off are all too rare in Chuuya’s line of work.

As soon as he’s free, he’s tiredly at your side, and he is not leaving.

Seriously he is … so clingy when he’s tired.  Whether you’re shorter or taller than him, prepare for his arms to be slung over your shoulders and his face in your hair.

Mention it to him and he’s grumbling all crabby lol.

You’ll have to wake up in the mornings to his work clothes sloppily discarded throughout the hallway to your room.  He wanted to conk out STAT.

He insists he’ll pick it up later (when he’s getting dressed for work again)

Rainy days aren’t exactly anything that stops him from working, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take the opportunity to call in for a day off once in a while.  He can almost hear the smile on Mori’s face over the phone telling him to enjoy it.

He’s fairly average at cooking when he eventually does get up, maybe sometime in early afternoon.  If he’s too sleepy though?  …Yeah, keep him away from the heat.

Overall, it feels… super domestic having these free days with him.  He wouldn’t mind this every day, if the opportunity presents itself.

If you knew you’d be greeted to this, you would have woken up a little earlier to at least catch him. “Mornin’!”  Chuuya leans back against the kitchen counter, breakfast on the table between you two.  A tired smirk is on his face, proud of his cooking.  Simply dressed in his work shirt and his boxers, the look of him is just too much for you to handle right now. You walk over to give him a small peck on the cheek, thanking him gently.  As you eat, wondering what it’d be like if he could make you breakfast every morning, you glance up and point a fork at him. “After this, I want some snuggles for at least another hour.” Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from scoffing playfully at your ‘threat’, resting his chin on his palm.  “Well… I’ll see what I can do.” You smile, digging back into your food.  You know he wouldn’t let you go once you’re back under covers.

Fyodor

It all started with you judgementally asking if he even has a life outside his work.

You didn’t expect him to get so offended, but his glance over and raised eyebrow gave you all you needed to know about his answer.

The next morning, you didn’t expect to actually have him be beside you as you shake slumber off you.  He’s almost always at his computer by the time you’re up.

It’s not as if Fyodor is neglectful in any way, he’s just … a little peculiar in his habits, for lack of any nicer terms.

Before you could even ask, he’s already greeting you in a gentle voice, tacking on a sweet nickname on the end of it.

Oh.  Oh he was awake the whole time.

This is a competition to him.

You could almost sigh in disbelief.  For someone supposedly so intelligent and wise, he sure has his moments.

Rainy days with Fyodor are spent with him suggesting activities to do together, but it’s very obvious he just put “at home activities” in the search bar and clicked the first link.

You don’t remember having this many board games.  How did he do this.

The night comes to a close as Fyodor sits with you in his lap, finishing up some professionally recorded opera of sorts.  You couldn’t understand half of it, but Fyodor laughed at it a few times, so it must have been good.  His chin rests on your shoulder and you can feel his smile. “So, did I prove you wrong?” “...What, about having a life?”  You can’t help but roll your eyes.  “You sure proved something alright.” Fyodor hums, sarcasm dripping from just that single note.  “You should treat me more fairly.  I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” You would bite back with another retort, if not for Fyodor twisting his neck so he could peck your lips before resting back against the chair. Trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks, you sigh.  “You’ll get it with practice.” “Ah, so there IS a next time.” “Shut it.”

[ahimhere]

Breeding

genre: Smut

pairing: sanxfem!readerxjongho

au/summary: San and Jongho have a breeding competition

warning: smut, cursing

rating: 18+

wc: 369

"I'm going to cum first hyung...Just wait."

~~~~~~~~~

warning: breeding, double penetration, big dick san, bigger dick jongho, swear words(fuck), unprotected sex(duh)

~~~~~~~~~~

You wasn't sure how you ended up between them, San fucking you from the front and Jongho taking you from the back, but you loved it.

"Hyung you already came inside her twice, it's my turn." Jongho said, thrusting himself harder into.

"So cum faster. I'm not waiting for you." San said, speeding up his thrusts.

For the last hour, they have been counting how many times each of them came inside you.

San was first with doggy style. His hands held onto your waist as he powerfully thrusted into you. You moaned as San was hitting the right spots, causing you to cum faster than anticipated. You thought he had a big dick but Jongho only surprised you.

Next came Jongho, he wanted you to ride him so you could get used to his size. At first it felt like tearing you open was soon replaced by him hitting the deepest parts of you. Your hips had a mind of its own as you continued to ride him. You moan loudly while he groans as he comes inside.

San wanted you to moan louder for him, so onto your back you went. He pinned your legs down with his arms and drilled you into the mattress. All you could do was cry out with pleasure as the cum leaked out of you.

Jongho wanted more cum to leak out so he decided to hold you into the air, your back pressed against his chest. He was doing a fantastic job before San squeezed himself in, joining the run.

The pair continued their assault, pounding into your sore and swollen cunt, trying to cum, deep into your hole.

"I'm going to cum first hyung...Just wait." Jongho groaned into your ear.

San let out a low chuckle. "I'm already there..." He groaned back.

A couple of thrusts later and both men let out low grunt as they thrusted deep inside you and came. The cum dripped out your hole, and down their lengths before forming a puddle onto the floor.

"I bet you...Hyung." Jongho is exhausted, pulling himself out.

"You wish..." San responded, pulling out himself. The two helped you to the bed and laid you down gently.

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Taglist: @yuumemiii1 @special4u @mxnsxngie

[akutasoda]

Can you do Chuuya and Dazai with a reader with a personality like Yae Miko?🥺

aren't you a tease?

synopsis - sometimes they truly did underestimate just how cunning you were

includes - dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, teasing, wc - 369

a/n: i hope you don't mind but i added some things to include her abilities as the ability if that makes sense

osamu dazai ★↷

↪dazai being dazai had firstly only taken you for looks. however he could vaguely pick up on your true nature beyond that but first impressions were wholly of your looks. but that didn't affect his overall impressions later on.

↪but getting to lnow you better he was first met with your cunning, seemingly mischievous side. he noticed your delight in teasing him and sometimes it did truly embarrass him. he would love how cunning you truly were unless it was something against him.

↪your intelligence was something he additionally loved. it seemed almost unmatched and overworldy, but in conclusion he saw it as something that could rival ranpo's and his or maybe even surpass. although he guessed that it was used as part of your cunning plans that you would always get away with.

↪as for your ability, he found it slightly terrifying. kitsune were often known for not only smarts but power and so he found it amazing yet would rather not be on the receiving end.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪if chuuya had to be honest, he did find you quite terrifying at first. but would quickly see you as annoying. he noticed how playful you tended to be, but it seemed almost sinister and that's what worried him for some reason.

↪but after spending more time with you, he saw you as less annoying and in a way did admire you in a few ways. your sense of cunning still scared him a few times considering how you always got away with it. and you often liked to trick him and successfully do so each time.

↪another way he admired you was through your seemingly unrivalled intelligence. that paired with how sinister you sometimes seemed almost to scary. but then again always felt a weird sense of pride when he saw you in action, almost never feeling bad for the person on the recieving end of your tatics and habits.

↪your ability fascinated him. he had only heard of kitsune in legends and your ability was pretty cool in honesty. it seemed to really tie your personality and whole being together. like it was all meticulously planned out.

[iseos]

: UNDER THE WEATHER

wc. 369 archive. pairing. park jongseong x gn!r synopsis. battling the common cold with your boyfriend your side genre. fluff

BEING THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR he was, jay was ready to do anything he needed to do to make you feel better. you had been sick for the past few days, and jay had taken it upon himself to care for you.

  you were lying on the couch while wrapped in a blanket, jay sat beside you, gently massaging your temples as you winced in pain. your cold caused a terrible headache, and your boyfriend’s soothing touch brought some much-needed relief.

  you sighed with gratitude, "you're amazing jay."

  jay smiled, his eyes filled with concern, "i just want you to feel better. whatever you need, i'm here."

  throughout the day, your energy waned, and you couldn't help but doze off. but jay, being the attentive caregiver that he was, didn't leave your side, watching over you as you fell asleep everywhere. first on the couch, then on the bed while reading a book, and even at the table in the middle of dinner.

  you would occasionally wake up and request something, like a popsicle, to which jay would initially resist, worried about your health. "you really shouldn't eat that, it's not good for you."

  you would look at him with those puppy-dog eyes and whisper, "please, just one. i'm feeling terrible."

  but jay couldn't say no to you and he'd end up in the kitchen, fetching a popsicle, and returning to find you looking ever-so-grateful.

  "you spoil me," you said, your bright, child-like smile contrasting with the fever-induced flush that made you even cuter in jay’s eyes.

  "i just want you to get better," jay sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

  eventually, as the evening rolled in, you were snuggled into jay's chest. you whispered, "i don't deserve you, jay."

  jay placed a soft kiss on your forehead, "yes, you do," he said, his voice filled with love, "now, go to sleep. ill be right here."

  with a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, your head still on jay's chest. he continued to stroke your hair gently as you drifted off to sleep. jay knew that your love was strong enough to weather any storm, even the common cold.

© iseos

[filmokosmos]

Tuntematon uutispäivä 22.10.

369 päivän odotus on ohi - brassitähti Neymar palasi viheriölle (Jalovaara)

Jussi Rainio oli pieni, kun äiti jätti perheen (Lehto)

Liian pieni palkka ja liian raskas työ (Lahtinen)

Uusi käänne Cheekin ulosottosotkussa (Rahikainen)

Aleksander Barkovin loukkaantumisella kultareunus (Koskela)

Epäilty wc-huijari sai tilapäisen kilpailukiellon (Rahikainen)

HJK:n urheilujohtajanimitys on askel oikeaan suuntaan, jos pöytä uskalletaan puhdistaa kunnolla (Sarastie)

Euclidin kosminen atlas raottuu (Honkajoki)

Miten myrkyllinen vieraslaji voi olla niin monen elintarvikkeen ainesosa (Mäkilä)

Kaikki syksyisestä kuhan kalastuksesta (Määttä)

Tämä englanninkielinen sana on kaikkein vaikein lausua (Ukkola)

[itofthames]

Freefall Pt 4 (Jing Yuan x GN!Reader)

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Jing Yuan x GN!Reader

WC: 369

Tags: nothing to add

another no smut chapter, vshort. More soon to come.

You feel like shit. 

You've been away from work for almost two months now. People joke about how much they need a vacation, but you didn't have the energy or the forethought to actually plan your great escape. Most of your days were spent lying on your stomach in your living room, watching the gift baskets and gold-sealed envelopes pile up. The most you can do for now. It's raining every other day and it's not like you had the most expansive social life before you and Jing Yuan happened. Where would you go anyway?

When you think about facing Jing Yuan, your stomach swims. Your rage has completely subsided and you're embarrassed more than anything.

How childish of you to simply up and leave without at least talking it out or criticizing him directly so he can do better. People get into relationships at work all the time. Why not lay it all out bare and say you were worried about how flagrant he was acting and didn't that you didn't want it to happen again?

Being charitable, you've got about a week's worth of days left in your vacation before you're ass-out. 

Sluggish and uneasy, your eyes slide over to the pile of baskets for what definitely isn't the first time today.

What are the chances that you can head back to the office without having to read those? Hell, what are you even waiting for? For him to reach some sort of apology quota? 

Every page is likely a new slew of apologies from Jing Yuan and promises to change, presuming they're about the incident at all. With the singular exception of the driving sexual desire you could read on him like a neon sign, you never could quite get a read on him. 

You reach for one of the baskets. Your arm hurts like hell and you feel a bit ashamed that this is the closest thing to physical activity you've done in hours. 

The doorbell rings. 

Instinctively, you peek at the closest clock. Two hours from midnight. It must be the most recent basket.

You get up, gripping the edge of the couch to counter your dizziness and answer the door. 

It's Jing Yuan.

[bradleysass]

Valentine - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 369 - CW: I really enjoy Evan as a mortician?

The funeral home smelled of chemicals and decay, the kind of scent that clung to skin, soaked into clothes, made a home in the lungs. It was the scent of death, of inevitability.

Barty breathed it in like it was fresh air.

He leaned against the embalming table, watching as Evan’s hands moved with careful precision, his scalpel slicing through flesh like silk. The body had once been a man, but now it was just a vessel, empty and waiting.

Evan worked without looking up. “What do you want?”

Barty grinned. He had always loved how cold Evan was, how he never recoiled, never faltered. He made death look elegant.

“Can’t a man visit his boyfriend while he’s at work?”

Evan didn’t answer. He only reached for the forceps, removing something from the corpse with the same nonchalance one might use to pluck a flower.

Barty tilted his head. “Busy night?”

Evan hummed. “Tomorrow’s service.”

Barty’s eyes flickered down to the corpse—face waxy, hands folded neatly over its chest. The veins had been drained, the blood replaced with chemicals, the skin paler than usual but still intact.

Boring.

Barty sighed. “Do you ever get tired of working with the dead?”

Evan finally looked up, arching an eyebrow. “Do you?”

Barty laughed, delighted. “Fair point.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, bloodstained box.

Evan’s eyes flickered to it, then back to the body.

Barty grinned. “Will you be my bloody valentine?” he asked, voice thick with amusement as he flicked the box open. Inside sat a ring, the silver band catching the dim light.

Evan didn’t react at first. He set his scalpel down, wiped his hands on a cloth, and then—finally—took the box from Barty’s hand.

“You’re a psychopath.”

“And you’re embalming a man while I propose,” Barty shot back. “Who’s really the insane one here?”

Evan exhaled through his nose, glancing down at the ring. He turned it over in his fingers, as if testing the weight, as if considering.

Then, without a word, he pulled off one of his gloves and slid the ring onto his finger.

Barty grinned.

Evan picked up his scalpel and went back to work.

[comicarc]

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Nightwing has had many victories, some small and some big, but when he looks back on his life, he realizes he's never really won. All he's really done is make excuses to keep himself from being happy.

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“…Nightwing has taken out quite a few villains this past week. In fact, looking back on this year, we can confidently say that Nightwing has been on quite a roll…” The broadcaster reported from the newsroom. Tired of the noise, Dick turned off the TV.

It was another sleepless late night for the crusader as he lay on the couch. Head resting on a pillow, Dick stared at the ceiling lost in thought. Bloodhaven was the safest it had been for the last few decades, but that didn’t mean that crime would stop. He knew that when he became Robin. His second life would never let him have peace. Life was a constant war for heroes. 

The adrenaline that came from wiping the floor with a goon was enough to get him high, but recently it felt as if he was losing his control. All his life, Dick was held back to be a good example for future heroes or the best big brother. Simply put, he had to be perfect. Yet perfection makes for an imperfect person, for no human is meant to be perfect. 

Never had he been asked what he wanted, and he was fine with that. He believed that asking for more would be selfish. he should be grateful that he was taken in by the richest man in Gotham, that he had an amazing family after his parents died, and that he had friends like no other. All he must be is grateful and his desires must be locked away deep in his heart.

Though, no matter how much he tried to rid himself of those desires, they would always exist and haunt him from a distance. One specifically, outshone them all.

He imagined himself to be like dust, scattered in the wind. Never heard from or seen again. No responsibilities or pressures. Dick could just be Dick with no strings attached. A normal life with his parents living with him. His memories of the circus would remain and he would no longer have the world's fate resting on his shoulders: a solemn quiet and quaint life.

Alas, it was only a desire and Dick Grayson is not selfish enough to live his desires.

[s-sardonique]

[PREVIEW] ENDSONG. — steven stone

the endsong of steven stone, adored champion of hoenn, avid lover of geology and archaeology, son of joseph stone, and devon corporation’s second president.

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steven stone didn’t know when his life ended.

well, that was a lie — he was fully aware of when it ended exactly. he could recall the definite year, month, day, and even the moment that his life ended. he could remember the feelings that stormed in his soul, and rendered it completely silent. well, it wasn’t dead, per se, but no longer did it burn with passion or rebellion or desire. his soul, alive but unmoving, sat in the shell of his body, a cracked porcelain mask with a shakily drawn smile covering his face, eroded with time and lack of care.

‘ended’ is a strong word, he supposed, given that he was still alive and kicking at age 53. he realised a few years ago, when he was 49, that he had outlived the number of years that his mother had (by 2 years, exactly). in that moment, steven decided to be a little more cautious of his health despite the fact that her pancreatic cancer was genetic. perhaps it was a method to feign a little bit of control over his life.

the memory of his dying mother lingered occasionally. perhaps not as much as they seemed to haunt when he was a teenager, just before he went to challenge the elite four back then, but he could still hear the whisper of her voice every once in a while. every now and then, he’d see a stretcher in the pokémon centre and immediately be transported back to rustboro hospital, his mother cloaked in white as she lay motionlessly.

even if steven couldn’t remember the exact timber or tone of his dear mother’s weakening voice (he tried not to think about that fact), that was not when his life ended, as devastating as it was.

although, even if his mother’s passing wasn’t an instance defined as life-ending, he did recall how clear her voice sounded in his mind as he resigned his title as the hoenn league champion. following his speech he gave in front of those cameras for all of those young trainers to see, his mother’s disappointment echoed in the chambers of his mind.

“steven, sweetheart, why are you giving up what you love so dearly?”

[deputy-buck]

If you would please please pls pls pls Stafford/Christenson. They are blorbo's from my show! NSFW or sfw, during OIF.

They're so babygirl coded it's not even funny, I love them so much-

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"Gracious"

"I was like, good gracious, check out my tracers,

so dangerous, trying to show patience,

lookin for the right time to shoot my steez,

catch em runnin, hit the back of their knees,

I'll leave em, please believe me Oh! me and the rest of my heathens,

pop up a... yo man, how'd that line go?"

Curled up in his ranger grave, John groaned as quietly as he could while curling in a little tighter on himself, head cushioned on his arm, only a couple moments away from precious sleep. He knows Q-tip is staring at him over the lip of his grave expecting an answer, but he's too fucking tired. Gunny would be pissed if he knew I was still awake, Christeson thought to himself.

"Yo, Johnny, the fuck's wrong with you? I know yo ass ain't asleep." Evan pesters on, still wide awake from the enemy encounter earlier, he seems more excited about Cristenson's first kills than the kid himself. 

"How the fuck would you know if I'm asleep or not?" John shoots back, finally cracking an eye open to squint at Evan. God, he's pretty without that fucking durag on. John opens both eyes to get a better look in the dim desert night, soaking up the rare occasion to stare at the man he's slowly falling in love with on this hellish campaign.

"We been sleepin' next to each other for two months, you think I don't know how you sleep, man? Cause it sure as fuck ain't on your side, back sleepin' mothufucka." Stafford huffs, flopping over the edge of John’s grave and squeezes his too-skinny body between John’s equally too-skinny body and the clay-dirt wall. John often mentally compares Stafford to a ferret, lanky and will try to fit in the smallest places possible… he’s also a bit of a klepto. Evan is quick to wind his arms around John’s torso before the younger man can protest.

Stafford tugs at John’s flak vest to move him to his back, knowing John will be much more comfortable and settles in for the few gracious hours of sleep before it's their turn on watch again. Minutes pass before either man says another word, the only sounds are each other’s breathing and distant artillery blasts. The 1st Recon’s unofficial lullaby.

“Would it be gay to ask for a goodnight kiss?” John whispers, turning his head to face his partner. There’s a look in his eye that Stafford can’t tell if it’s innocent or not, though he feels that if he has to think about it, it’s probably not.

“Nah, man, it’s only gay if you’re not a Marine.” 

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Thanks for the ask, Caffe!!💚

(WC: 369) (lol)