#I’m too lazy to write this in a diary

[abyssruler]

i love how u write the delinquent childe esp in the 711 diaries… he is everything i could ever want if it isn’t too much trouble can u write a little drabble of him?? idm the content <3

7-eleven diaries spin-off

childe x gn!reader

fluff, comedy-ish, friends to lovers, getting together, childe basically being your sugar daddy

from my other fic the 7-eleven diaries with hints of delinquent childe sprinkled in, sort of a continuation on childe’s part and what could’ve happened if he’d been more persistent. ok so i rarely ever actually write requests bc i’m too lazy but you bet if you request anything for childe i will most likely do it. i just love writing him

Your friend Ajax is a little strange—scratch that, he’s a lot strange.

“So, as I was saying, my friends and I are hosting a party at my house, and I’d really like it if you came.”

His eyes bore into you, a sort of blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean. It’s no wonder he intimidates a lot of people, his eyes alone could scare anyone with thalassophobia. Luckily for you, you don’t have much fear of anything besides failing class, which is why you’d have to turn down his offer.

“Can’t. I’ve got a test tomorrow.” You pick up a soda that’s frankly worth more than your entire week’s worth of allowance and scan it.

Ajax leans on the counter, blinking his eyes up at you in what he probably thought was cute, but really only managed in giving you the ick. “Aw, c’mon. Pretty please?”

“I’m charging you extra if you don’t stop bugging me.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding with a pout. But the calculating look on his face tells you that you should be on your guard for the next few days.

✧

You were correct.

Your classmate Ajax is annoying.

He’d gone from being a slight bother in the 7-eleven you work at to somehow being enrolled in your university and coincidentally sharing all of your classes. Even the ones that don’t have anything to do with his major.

“Hey, let’s have lunch together after class!” He accosts you while you were in the middle of placing your things back in your bag. You were about to say no, citing an excuse about meeting with a friend or finishing some unfinished homework, but your attention was caught when he adds, “Don’t worry about the money, I’ll pay for our food.”

And so you find yourself sitting at a high end restaurant, staring at a menu that lists the cheapest food possible as the exact amount of your monthly salary. Ajax remains unbothered by the price, watching you with his elbows on the table and fingers interlocked, chin resting on top of his hands and waiting for you to pick which one you’d like.

Well, he did say he was paying so…

You order the ones you’d have never been able to afford and, for good measure, an expensive cup of ice cream that would normally cost ten mora at any convenience store. He doesn’t even flinch when the bill is presented, only smiling like he’s having the best day as he hands his card to the waiter.

He even drives you home that day with his fancy car that looks just a little too polished for you to mistake his intentions. He’s bragging and trying to impress you.

And, well, consider yourself impressed.

✧

Your boyfriend Ajax is crazy.

Not even the fun kind of crazy, no. This is beyond insane, a catastrophe, borderline harassment—

“I’d like to dedicate this song to my lovely sugarpie who deserves the world and more!”

He’s standing outside your classroom window, a guitar in hand while his friends hold a microphone to his mouth and a speaker that would make even your university’s auditorium speakers sound like a whisper. People are staring, students and professors alike pointing at him and then to you, a grin on their faces whilst some of the older professors look scandalized.

Ajax remains smiling, singing the cringiest song you’ve ever heard in your life with his off-tune voice. Not even Venti made you feel this much second hand embarrassment.

With one final wink and a kiss he blows in your direction, he ends the song.

You hate Valentine’s Day.

(At least the chocolates and flowers were good.)

#i- this became more than a drabble jsjdjsjsh #asks #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #gn reader

[cyborg-franky]

Dear Diary - Marco

Working on a silly mini series of reader finding OP chars diaries.

Marco x GN Reader SFW WC: 555

It was strange being in Marco’s office without him around, you’d wanted to surprise him with a coffee and a slice of cake as a treat for the hardworking commander but he wasn’t here. Not even Ace who was skipping out on late afternoon duties was lingering in the office. 

You sighed, you’d hoped you could have spent some time with him, getting to see his smile, how his lazy expression would perk up at the offer of coffee and company, Marco loved to have a gossip and a catch up between toiling over mountains of paperwork and checking out things that his crew mates needed his attention with.

Setting down the plate and the cup of coffee you glanced over the papers scattered across his desk haphazardly. Something caught your eye, a book that stood out from the ones stacked to the side. You reached over and traced the cover, the words that so clearly said diary.

He didn’t seem like the sort of person to keep a diary, not because there was anything wrong with keeping one, he just seemed a little too scatterbrained to write down his thoughts that didn’t include his work or navigation.

You knew it was wrong but something inside of you made you open the book, following the blue ribbon that marked the page and you found yourself sitting on his chair, having the audacity to get comfortable as you shifted through Marco’s thoughts.

Guilt ebbed through you, at least until you saw your name…

—

I’m in my forties, and having a crush is ridiculous I thought I left that era of my life. Still, the heart wants what the heart wants right? And besides, I don’t think it’s just a crush. Every time I see them I feel my heart race, I’ve experienced my fair share of flings and one-night stands and even fleeting romances here and there but there’s something different this time, something that I just can’t place.

Sometimes I catch their gaze lingering on me and our eyes meet, how they look away and laugh awkwardly I think, maybe, they share the same feelings. But I don’t want to make a fool of myself or even push for something they don’t want.

A commander going after someone in their division might come across a certain way and I would never want to put them in a position they feel they have to. But as I sit here in my office, hearing their voice outside, hearing them laugh and joke with Ace I can’t help but grip my pen harder and picture their face. How they make me feel consumes my thoughts.

I’m both an idiot for not making a move and for trying to deny how deep these feelings go. I thought I’d have learned in my time but apparently, even I’m not as mature as I thought.

At least I haven’t danced for them in phoenix form, that would be embarrassing…

—--

“Oh…” You said to the empty room as your eyes widened and you stared at the written confession of feelings. Feeling a fluttering in your tummy and your pulse race at the discovery your affections were returned. 

You didn’t look up when the door opened, not until you heard a familiar chuckle “Ah, looks like I have some explaining to do yoi…”

#marco the phoenix x reader #marco the phoenix #fushichou marco x reader #fushichou marco #phoenix marco #marco op #marco x reader #marco x you #marco op x you #marco x yn #marco x y/n #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece x yn #one piece x reader #sfw #gender nuetral reader

[buckysgrace]

Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter

Kim decided to shake off her feelings by inviting Addi over, the two of them resting against her mattress listening to music as the rest of the house was quiet. Yet, she still felt the corner of her lips burning from where he had pecked her.

Kim tried not to remember that Billy had laid with her in this same spot, curled up against her. She sighed softly, flipping through the magazine.

She was beginning to think this was a mistake. She knew the true reason she invited her friend over was that she wanted to talk about Billy so desperately. She wanted to spill everything that had happened the past few days and ask her what the hell she should do.

She couldn’t though, she reminded herself, Billy was her stepbrother and not a normal guy she could just express similar feelings about. She was so frustrated, feeling like she had no one to share it with.

She considered, fleetingly, about buying another diary to write in. However, she couldn’t imagine what Neil’s rage would be when he eventually snooped and found out what she had been writing about his son.

“I think I need a nap,” Addi whined, pushing the magazine away and resting her head on the pillow, “I just feel so lazy today. Argyle really fucked with us.” Kim laughed, enjoying how her friend had gone off on her brother. 

To be fair, it was their own idiocy and innocence that landed them in their own position. She didn’t bring that up though, knowing Addi was too bitter over the situation still.

Addi had made it over not too long after Billy took El and Max. Kim felt thankful that her parents had been gone, as Addi embarrassed herself in front of everyone in her house. They had both felt so dumb.

“I mean, we could’ve gone to Eddie.” Kim hinted playfully, watching as Addi’s eyes grew several sizes too big, “That would’ve been your chance to see him.”

 “Yeah, just show up at his house? No thank you.” She muttered, flipping to the next page of her magazine, “What was with you at the pool, anyways? You had the whole time to talk to Steve and you just like zoned out.” 

Kim tried to look as casual as she could, glancing up at her friend, “I don’t know. I guess I just shut down when I’m uncomfortable.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She tended to be awkward around others that she didn’t know. 

She was not going to ever admit that she was staring at Billy. She’d rather die than bring that up.

“Alright, fair point,” Addi turned to her, pushing the magazine out of her way, “I heard Tommy Hagan is going to have a party tomorrow. We should go.” She added briefly. Kim knew very little of Tommy. Just that he was one of Billy’s friends and his eyes had lingered a bit too much when she wore skirts and waited for Billy to finish with basketball practice. Kim thought about it for a moment, really just wanting a day on her own.

“Don’t we work tomorrow?” She started, trying to think of a reason to keep them home alone.

“Yes, but the party isn’t going to be at 8 in the morning,” Addi continued on, “Do you think Billy would give us a ride again? It’s towards the rich people's houses, I don’t want to walk that far.” Kim didn’t like the thought of that either but was unsure about asking Billy. She didn’t know where she currently stood with him and didn’t want to keep crossing the line.

“I think he has a date,” She lied, “You don’t think Argyle would take us? Or we can bike.” Kim offered softly. Addi sighed.

“I’ll ask Argyle but he may be working. We might have to bike, nothing hotter than showing up all sweaty.” Kim cracked a grin at her friend.

“We could bring spare clothes, change there. I don’t think anyone would notice.” Addi perked up. Kim considered that it may not be a bad idea, maybe she could get out of her mind for a while.

“You need to wear that dress,” To which Kim quickly protested, shaking her head as she sat up, “Oh come on, it’s just collecting dust right now.” Kim thought about the dress that was hidden away in her closet. When she first tried it on, it took a lot for her to even leave the dressing room. It fit her like a glove, was mid-thigh and showed off more cleavage than she had ever shown before. She liked how the sleeves hung slightly off of her shoulders and puffed out.

It was much like her bikini; she was too afraid of people staring at her while she wore it. She didn’t want anyone to judge her. She wasn’t sure if she actually wanted anyone to see her.

“I like that it collects dust, thank you very much.” Kim spoke up. Addi looked at her amused.

“No, no you’re doing it. You have to wear it at least once. Everyone will be too drunk to notice anyways.” She tried to convince her. Kim sighed and nodded her head.

“I’ll consider it.” She was pretty sure she already knew the answer as Addi groaned.

“Would you wear it if Steve came?” Kim thought about it for a moment. She remembered how he looked at her at the pool, even for the brief second it felt nice. There was another issue at hand.

Robin.

She was certain that they were definitely dating. Why else would they be around each other all the time? She was beginning to feel like she was slumped.

Not to mention, she doubted Steve would show up to something that Tommy was throwing anyways. She didn’t know a lot about Steve but did hear enough to realize that they were no longer friends. He might hate Tommy more than he hates Billy.

Kim groaned into her pillow.

“I don’t know. Will he even notice that I’m there?” She asked and Addi shrugged.

“You could still have fun. We had a lot of fun last time.” Addi persisted. Kim knew she was right; she did have fun last time. She just was used to spending more time in her room, holed up and reading her books while the world went on around her.

“Okay, but I can’t wear that out of the house. Neil will be back by then and he’d kill me. What if we say I’m staying at your place?” She asked enthusiastically. Addi’s house was closer to that area than what hers was.

“That could work. Then we can convince Argyle to drive us.” Addi looked thrilled. Kim was beginning to believe that she was still holding onto the idea that Eddie would show up.

“Sounds like a plan.” She grinned at her friend, watching as she sat up. 

“I’m gonna start heading back, we have family coming over tonight and I’m supposed to help cook.” Addi made a face, but she knew how much her friend actually liked to cook.

“Hey, if you’re going to make those same tacos from last time you should save me some.” Kim couldn’t remember the exact name, but they were delicious.

“If you wear the dress, I will bring you all of our leftovers,” Addi smirked. Kim rolled her eyes, following her friend to the door, “I mean it. You better wear it.” She knew her friend was right but wasn’t sure if she was going to do it or not yet.

“Ha, you’re funny.” She gave her a hug and waved her out the door. She closed it, taking in the quiet house and welcoming it around her as she walked back to her room. She paused for a moment, standing outside of Billy’s room. 

Curiosity coiled inside of her as she lingered outside the room. She had been in there briefly, only to ask him something or take back whatever he had taken but had never actually stepped into the room. 

She felt the flames licking inside her as she gripped his doorknob and pushed the door open. She instantly felt guilty, knowing she was being so much worse than him looking through her journal earlier.

She couldn’t stop her legs as she stepped into his room, her eyes glazing around his oddly comforting room. It was just so Billy.

She couldn’t help but snort at the poster of the half-naked girl on his closet. Her fingertips ran along the side of his nightstand, scrunching her nose at all of the cigarettes he had already smoked through.

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of his drawer and pulled it open. 

Gross.

“Ugh.” She quickly shut it, trying to erase the images of the models on the magazines from her mind. She wondered if every guy had pictures of naked girls in their rooms. She crouched down as she opened the next drawer, her eyes widening in curiosity.

She pulled out a box of condoms, looking at them curiously. They had already been opened and she pulled one out to examine it. She’d never seen one before, and although it was simple, she felt so rebellious holding it in her hand. She slipped it back inside, trying to ignore the XL on the box that was glaring a hole into her.

Her fingers wrapped around a VCR tape that sat in there, no labels to indicate what it was. She felt a new spark of curiosity engulf her as she looked at it, quickly shutting the drawer as she held onto it.

Why would he have this hidden away? She wondered to herself as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was wrong, but she was curious and wanted to bite at whatever he was hiding.

She considered it for a moment. She didn’t have a TV in her room, but he did. She could sit in here, just for another few minutes, and just peek at whatever he was hiding.

She couldn’t help herself as she turned the TV on and got the tape put in. She peaked out the door and the window just to make sure she couldn’t see his car anywhere. She would keep the volume low, she promised herself, so she’d be able to hear him coming and hide back in her room.

She took a deep breath, neglecting his couch and sitting on his floor as she waited for the movie to start. Only, it wasn’t a movie. It was obvious it wasn’t made in a studio, as no ads came up. She watched curiously as a woman and a man appeared, talking about their struggling marriage.

Now, she was even more intrigued. Was he secretly into rom coms? Is that why he had this stashed away?

She watched as another man appeared on the screen, her eyes wavering across the room again as she looked at his different posters. She took in the Metallica posters hanging in his room, noticing that there were no pictures of anyone he knew. No friends, family or any kind of memorabilia was hung up.

Her head snapped back to the screen when she heard moaning. She felt her jaw drop to the floor.

Oh. oh.

Oh my god. She bolted across the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to figure out how to quickly shut it off. Her hands stopped as she looked up at the screen, seeing one of the men on his knees between the woman, licking between her thighs.

Everything was on fire as she fumbled with the VCR. She felt so confused but so very turned on at the same moment as she waited for the disk to come out. The sudden sound of large music blasting outside the house sent her into overdrive.

Shit! Shit!

Panic overwhelmed her as she realized how bad of an idea this had been. She quickly pulled the tape out and began shoving it in the dresser. Her hand was shaking so badly that she knocked his ashtray over in the process.

She felt her pulse quicken and her heart beating faster as the sound of his car door slammed shut. She put the ashtray back up, sweeping up what little fragments of the cigarettes as she could manage. She knew she couldn’t wait any longer as she bolted out of his room, hopping on her bed just as the front door slammed open.

She popped the magazine open, flipping it to a random page as she pretended to be busy herself. She tried to calm her breathing as she heard his footsteps approaching, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though she feared she may be having a heart attack.

“Are you going to do that all day?” She flipped the magazine page, still feeling the ashes against her skin. She looked at him briefly, trying to avoid his eyes so he wouldn't be able to read the guilt that was written over her features.

“Huh? Reading? You should try it.” She responded, trying not to think of him in his room, naked with his cock in his hand while he watched that video. She felt her face burn as the image was planted in her mind. She was sure she looked like a tomato.

She heard him chuckle, the sound of his voice traveling straight down her body. She was laying on her stomach and could feel her comforter bunching together underneath her. She felt the urge growing to grind down on her blankets.

The bed shifted as he laid down next to her, his arms crossing. She glanced as quickly as she could at his forearms, trying not to focus on his strong, veiny hands. She tried not to linger as she watched his fingers link together, wondering how well he could move them.

She stared a hole into her magazine, trying to focus on the words and not the heat that was radiating from his body. She tried not to think about being wrapped up with him this morning, how close they had been to each other. She definitely ignored everything he had said this morning, pretending it hadn’t happened.

She was afraid of what she would do if she remembered it.

She felt the urge to touch the corner of her lips again, remembering what it had felt like. She breathed deeply, trying to relax herself.

“What are you reading?” His voice came out husky and her grip on the magazine tightened. She shrugged and motioned towards the paper, doing her best not to look at him, “I should start calling you red,” He spoke up again, moving her braid out of the side of her face, “You’re always so flustered around me. I wonder why that is?” He spoke out loud, almost like he was speaking to himself. She ignored the last part of his statement.

She turned to him quickly, taking in how close he had laid next to her. She gulped hard.

“I’m pale, I burn really easily.” She responded unsure. She felt herself melting into his dark eyes, looking at how well his eyelashes framed them. He chuckled, giving her a look that told her that he didn't believe her. 

“You know it’s normal to feel things, right?” He turned to his side, his hands grazing across the side of her face, cupping her cheek softly. She wondered if he could feel her pulse vibrating in her skin from this position. 

“Billy,” She took him in, looking at how sure he looked at the moment. It was taking everything in her to convince her to stop, to not give into herself, “I know.” She spoke softly as her eyes flickered away. She was scared if she looked at him too closely that she would mold against him, just as she had this morning.

She knew what it was like to feel strongly for someone, to have a crush. She was sure she still had one on Steve, however, this was different. It felt so much different than a crush because in some twisted way she knew she had a chance. She knew Billy wouldn’t deny giving her what she wanted.

“Then why are you fighting it so hard?” He asked her, moving in even closer to her. She felt everything leave her. Her thoughts were tangled, fighting all of her morals as she felt her face creeping closer towards his.

“I’m not- I’m not fighting,” She whispered quietly as she looked across his features, “This is just wrong.” She mumbled slowly, under her breath. He pulled her up on her side, holding her close to him. Her body pressed against him left her even more nervous than she thought was possible.

She realized she really liked the way his nose looked and resisted the urge to pull her hand away and poke the soft part of it. 

“Tell me you want me to stop then,” He muttered as he cupped her chin in his hand. His forehead was so close to hers that his blonde curls were tickling the skin on her skin, “Tell me that you don’t want this.”

She tried to remember why it was wrong, all of the reasons swimming around her mind. Nothing came forehead as he leaned down, pressing his lips onto hers.

She had only kissed one guy before, a few brief seconds and little pecks that used to leave her stomach fluttering.

This was different, so much more than what she ever thought was possible. His lips moved against hers urgently, like he was starving, and she would be his last meal. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, trying to keep up with his movements as his lips kept moving against hers.

She wasn’t sure if she was a good kisser, her movements felt rougher and sloppier against his. His rough hands gripped her soft skin so tightly she thought he would crush her. Not that she minded at the moment.

She pulled away from him quickly, filling her lungs with air as she stared at the trail of spit that connected between their lips. She felt embarrassed as she wiped at her mouth, trying to ignore how swollen her lips felt.

She wondered how he was able to regain his breath so quickly as he swooped in again, kissing her so passionately that she fell back onto her pillows. His hand snaked around her waist as he held onto her face with the other one.

She was curious as to why it felt so good to kiss her brother if it was so wrong.

Her hands cupped the back of his head, linking her fingers between his blonde curls as he snaked his tongue inside her mouth. A soft moan left her chest as his large thigh moved between her legs. Her whole body was tingling and burning. She felt her panties growing damp as she resisted the urge to rock herself against his thigh.

She wanted Billy. She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in her life. Even if it meant that everything about their relationship would be flipped around and messed up. She was too far gone to worry about the repercussions of what it would mean later. 

“Teach me,” She whispered when they pulled apart again, watching as his eyes flicked over her face. He analyzed her as her heartbeat in her chest, “You told me to ask you. Please teach me.”

She had never desired anything more in her life. She thought about the video, what it would feel like to feel him between her legs. She wanted his hands all over her, to leave behind a trail of flames as he moved against her.

His lips grew into a smirk, as his thumb reached up to trace her bottom lip. She was sure she looked like a desperate mess at the moment. Everything he did was sending her into a haze that she was unsure she’d come out of.

A squeal left her mouth as he licked at her lips. She looked at him surprised as he moved his face away from hers. She thought she would have felt disgusted but was turned on more than anything.

“Billy,” She watched as he sat up a bit, pulling away from her. Panic wrecked into her. Has this been a joke all along? Was he leaving? She gulped hard, “What are you-?” She couldn’t finish her sentence as he looked back down at her.

“I thought you wanted me to teach you. Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a playful tone looking very devious. She shook her head no, bashfully, watching as his thick fingers pulled her shorts down her thighs.

Flames licked at her face as she realized he was going to be seeing her naked. She tried to calm herself, repeating that being in underwear was just like being in her bikini.

Everything was on fire and no matter how loud her thoughts kept screaming that this was wrong, she didn’t want it to stop. Her gaze never left his as she raised her hips softly letting him pull them down her long legs before discarding them to the side of the bed. His eyes flicked to her panties and then he smirked.

“Slutty,” He teased, referencing the white material that was patched with hearts. She rolled her eyes, unsure if her face could grow anymore red. She wondered if there was a wet spot and if he noticed it. She could barely hear him over the sound of her own heart, “Fits you well.” He whispered, placing a chaste kiss to her knees. Everything he did seemed to travel straight to her core. 

“Shut up,” She huffed but could feel the smile growing on her face. His fingers traced the band of her panties before helping her lift her hips and slid them down. Kim looked anywhere but at him.

She didn’t want to see his reaction. She had never been this exposed before and didn’t know what to expect. The cool air licked her exposed legs, and she could feel his eyes staring into her skin as she stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the sensation of his eyes on her.

His hand gripped her chin as he made her look back at him. Billy's pupils were wider than usual, desire licking in his eyes as he held onto her chin. She watched as he looked at her intensely before placing his hands on her waist, sliding them up under her shirt before pulling it over her head.

She was nervous, but she also liked the way his eyes slid over her body and drank her in. She felt herself growing more excited as she sat forward and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down her arms before discarding it with her other clothes.

Part of her was still screaming that this was wrong, this was her brother. She shouldn’t be doing anything like this with him.

The other part of her didn’t care anymore.

Here she sat, naked, as Billy drank her in. She felt like a helpless bunny, and he was a starving wolf.

She resisted the urge to play with her hair, instead tracing the flowers on her blanket to keep her hands busy as she was unsure of what to do with herself. She watched Billy flick his tongue across his bottom lip, a smirk growing.

“Pretty,” He spoke up after a moment of looking her over, examining every inch of her skin. She blushed at the kind word, before feeling his lips brush against her shoulder, “I wonder how good you taste.”

She shivered at the feeling of his lips peppering over her skin, a soft giggle escaping her lips as he sucked on her skin. She pulled her thighs together, taking in his words. 

On the video it looked exciting, seeing how excited it had made the woman on screen. She wondered if it felt that good. She didn’t know how to answer his question, feeling naive. 

“Tickles,” She panted out, listening as he chuckled and kissed up her neck until he was at her jawline and kept trailing until he kissed towards the corner of her mouth. She moved forward and kissed him, enjoying how well his lips molded against her.

His lips trailed down her body as he still had his thigh between hers. She tried not to moan at the feeling of his rough jeans rubbing against her most sensitive area. She exhaled slowly as his rough hands cupped her breasts, his thumb brushing across the nipple.

She moaned out as his wet mouth cupped over the nipple, sending jolts down to her core. She couldn’t believe she was trapped under him, naked and feeling better than she ever had before. He shifted his body down lower, his eyes captivating hers as he began to kiss down her navel, her hands shaking in anticipation.

His hands slid up her legs slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched. His fingertips slowly brushed her inner thighs before pushing her legs further apart. She felt even more exposed. Kim could feel the stretch burning softly, but she ignored it as she felt his fingers rub against her clit.

She jumped suddenly, not expecting the movement or how good it would feel. It was like her whole body lit up in sparks and she could feel herself growing wet from the anticipation.

“Billy,” She gasped as she finally found the courage to meet his eye again. He just winked at her as he slowly rubbed his middle finger around her clit, making the moans slide out between her lips.

She watched as he pulled his fingers back and examined the wetness dripping off of them. His eyes flickered back up towards her as he took them in his mouth, sucking her slick off of his digits. She gulped hard, trying to ignore the feelings arising in her chest. She wondered if it would be easier to close her eyes.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” He questioned huskily, using another finger to slide her slick around and caress her folds. She shivered when his finger brushed against her entrance.

“N-not really,” She panted out, her hips moving on their own to grind up against his middle digit.  She didn’t think her pillow counted. She had tried before in the shower, but it always hurt and she was fearful that she would be caught somehow. Her hands curled into fists as she gripped the bed sheets, trying to soak up the feeling as best as she could. He licked his lips.

“Good.” He whispered so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he had said anything or not. A grumble left her lips as she felt him pull away. That was until she felt him moving so that his head was placed between her legs. She was sure her eyes were the size of saucers.

He looked utterly seductive with his head between her thighs, a smug look plastered on his face. She didn’t even get the chance to ask what he was doing before she watched him stick his tongue out and lick the length of her pussy.

Oh. oh .

Her head fell back against her pillows, red hair swooping down in lazy ringlets as moans poured out of her open lips. She was sure this was what heaven was like. Every swipe of Billy's tongue left her craving more. It was all too much for her, but not enough at the same time.

She was thankful no one else was home, for she was sure you could hear her moans throughout the house. She knew then that the girl in the video wasn’t lying, it really did feel that good.

Her hands soon found his blonde curls as she felt her hips grinding against his tongue, chasing the feeling that was building inside of her. Her body was warm, but her nipples grew hard against the cold air that filled the room.

She heard him mumble something but was too blissed out to ask him to repeat what he said. He moved one of his hands and she thought he may shoo her hands away, however, reached up to grip her breast instead. He began to knead it before finding the nipple and pinching softly, sending a small wave down to her core and she felt her whimpers growing more intense.

His finger slowly pushed into her entrance, stretching her out. She willed herself to relax, trying to wiggle his finger in as slowly as possible. She clenched her eyes shut, her thighs trembling as he moved his finger inside her slowly.

It was hard to concentrate on the pain when his wet tongue felt so good.

She gaped in awe when his digit began to feel good inside her, moaning as his finger curled up and began to thrust up. She was moving her hips widely at this point, trying to grind up on his mouth and finger at the same time.

She couldn’t tell which was louder, the sounds leaving her mouth or the way he was eating her out. She was too far gone to care about how disgustingly hot it all sounded. The way he was licking and sucking on her pussy left her begging for more as her fingers pulled at his hair. 

“Billy-” She whimpered, biting on her lip, the feeling of her release becoming all too much for her,” I can’t-” She panted, feeling a bead of sweat drip down the back of her neck. His finger moved inside her faster.

She felt the pleasure snap inside her as his tongue flicked and sucked over her clit, soaking up her pussy as she couldn’t help but move against his face. Her thighs shook and tried to snap together as she tugged on his hair, willing him to come closer at the same time.

He simply stayed put, using his free hand to keep her thighs apart and her legs spread as he licked up her cum, letting himself savor the taste of her. 

Kim could feel her legs still shaking when she finally came down from her high, adjusting herself on her elbows again as she looked down at him. Billy peppered a few kisses along her thighs as he looked up to meet her gaze.

His hair was messy and knotted, cheeks flushed, and lips were red and glistening. He never looked so good, and she could feel the similar feeling grow inside of her as she watched him. His hands cupped her face again as he knelt between her legs, pulling her in for a soft kiss. She tried not to focus on how she could taste herself on his tongue.

His lips pressed over her neck, her jaw, anywhere he could get. Her heart fluttered as his large hands cupped her body.

The little voice inside her head was growing louder, reminding her of what she had just done. How wrong this was, how sinful.

Kim didn’t care.

She clung to him as she felt her body relaxing after her eyes, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze as he continued to nip at her skin.

“You did good,” He whispered as his nose brushed against hers. She could feel the sense of pride rising in her chest, loving the way he spoke highly of her, “So good and just for me.” He pulled her to him as she began to relax, soaking up the heat from his touch.

She felt like she could lay here forever, she realized, letting him hold her in his arms as her mind relaxed under his touch.

She knew then that she was a goner. Whatever they had in the past was gone, their whole relationship changed. 

They could never go back to what they were.

Next Chapter

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[herofics]

hii can i request geto or anyone else from jjk with a s/o who struggles a lot mentally and usually vents in poems (like writes poems in a diary) and they don't want them to see it bc they don't want them to be burdened with caring abt them? (also add that the s/o loves physical affection (only if you want)) i hope this makes sense ♡ and if you don't want to write this, it's okay

A/N: Hahah, being in a not so great mental state myself atm, I used my time writing this instead of doing my school work. Goddammit I feel like a lazy piece of shit lol. This isn’t really set in any particular point in time, but canon timeline, so Geto is doing his cult business and all that. I’m venting my own frustrations through this too. I can’t write a poem to save my life, at least not in english, so I didn’t write it out, but I did use the poetry thing anyway. I really needed to be called a “good girl” today, so that’s Geto’s job. I know I usually try to write gender neutral but I just really needed it and I couldn’t come up with anything that gave me the same vibe so I went with “good girl”

It was just so much. So much stress, so much work, so much everything. You felt like time was just slipping through your fingers. Everything was passing you by and you couldn’t grab onto anything.

“Why does this have to be so damn hard?” you muttered as you loaded the dishwasher.

Everyone else was doing fine, so why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you just do the things others seemed to be able to do so easily? Everyone else could finish their assignments on time, why couldn’t you? Everyone was able to at least keep up appearances of managing their life, and you felt like you couldn’t even do that. Sure, you’d managed to keep yourself from drowning in all this crap, but you couldn’t keep treading water forever.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d managed to keep Geto off your case for so long. Sure he’d pretty much been working nonstop for the last month, and had only been to the apartment occasionally. He’d even been sleeping at his office. The times he did come home, you’d managed to keep up appearances just enough that he’d thought you were only a bit tired. Besides, he didn’t need to worry about you too, he had enough on his plate already. No matter how much you missed him, his touch, his hands on your hips, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you didn’t want to burden him.

You finished loading the dishwasher and turned it on. At least you’d managed to do one thing. You went to grab your diary from your nightstand drawer and then walked back into the kitchen to sit by the table.

You were procrastinating doing your university assignments yet again. You hadn’t even started the essay you needed to turn in the next day. You felt like a lazy piece of shit. Why couldn’t you just get things done? It was just an essay, it was even a topic you were somewhat interested in, but nope, you just couldn’t do it. Instead, you decided to write something else. You’d always found poetry therapeutic, especially when you wrote it by hand instead of tapping away on your phone.

Your poem ended up being quite the stream of consciousness kind of thing, but writing your thoughts down on paper helped. It was no miracle cure to your ailment, but at least you got some of your thoughts out.

You left your diary, an unremarkable notebook, on the kitchen table as you went to the bathroom.

The last month had been incredibly hectic. There was a big event coming up next week for his cult, and Geto had been busy preparing for it. Writing his speech, and making sure everything was going smoothly. Of course he had assistants and people to handle these things, but he had the final say, so he had to approve everything.

Geto couldn’t help but miss you. Everytime he had gone home, you had seemed increasingly tired. Your usually witty remarks had turned bland, and you seemed almost apathetic at times. He usually wouldn’t put his work first when you were in such a state, but the event that was coming was very important for the cult, so he couldn’t really help it. Now that he had finished his speech and had left very specific instructions for his assistant, he felt like he could finally relax a little bit. He could finally make sure you were alright.

When Geto came back home and walked into the kitchen, he saw a notebook on the table. He didn’t think much of it as he picked it up and started flipping through it. He didn’t really read much, a word here, a sentence there, until he got the page with the most recent date. He didn’t even hear the toilet flush nor the running water as you washed your hands as he read through the poem.

“Why are you reading that?” you gulped as you returned to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh? You didn’t mean to read it?” you interjected as you grabbed the diary from his hands. “Then why did you?” you asked tearfully.

“Honestly, when I started reading I couldn’t stop. Is this truly how you’ve been feeling lately?” he asked, motioning at the notebook, a pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach.

It’s not like he’d even missed the signs really, he had ignored them in favor of his work, and willingly or not, he had let you start spiraling.

“Even if I was, you had no right to read it without my permission, it’s private” you sniffled, clutching the diary to your chest.

“I apologize for reading it, but it’s necessary for me to know if you’re feeling like this. You don’t need to be alone with this” Geto said, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them.

“But what if I want to be? What if I don’t want you to have to worry about me on top of everything else?” you noted, letting your arms fall to your sides, still holding the diary in one hand

“What do you mean everything else? There is nothing else when you’re not doing well” Geto said softly and pulled you into a hug.

By god how you’d missed this. His embrace, his warmth, the beating of his heart in your ear as you pressed the side of your head to his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you. You could feel all the apathy and the self-loathing melting away as he hugged you tightly and you returned his embrace.

“I do want to talk to you, Suguru. I just… I don’t really know how. It’s so much easier to write it down and not have to explain anything to anyone” your voice was muffled by his robes as you explained.

“I know the feeling, believe me” he sighed and kissed the top of your head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me if you don’t want to, but I still feel I deserve to know when the person I love is not doing well. Even if you don’t want to explain the reasons, at least let me know when you’re feeling down”

“Yeah, yeah”

Geto pulled back and took your face into his hands with an intense look in his eyes. 

“Promise me?” he asked, looking at you intently.

“I promise” you sighed, but your lips curled into a small smile nonetheless.

“Good girl” he smiled and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

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Bucky and Y/N walking through town, holding hands while it snows. (🧸)

Bucky: No need to fantasize when the real thing is right in front of you. (🧸🔥)

Y/N is someone who never swears. Never. Until Bucky is inside her, thrusting with reckless abandon, and taking great pride in the fact that he can reduce Y/N to this disheveled, lustful state, unable to say anything but his name and swearing from how good it is. (🔥)

Bucky and Y/N are on a motorcycle together. The constant movement and touching is getting them kind of excited... (🔥)

Bucky falling asleep in Reader’s lap. Reader holds Bucky close and doesn’t move from their spot for hours. (🔥🧸)

Bucky is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Reader’s name on purpose. (🧸)

Reader is reading a book and is talking about how they ship two of the characters together because of [insert cute reason here], and then Bucky says “that sounds like you and me right there.” (🧸)

Bucky: “I want you to watch me when I fuck you.” AND Bucky: “Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch me take you apart.” (🔥)

Bucky is about to leave for a mission. Reader asks him if he’s forgotten anything, and Bucky gives her a kiss. Reader becomes slightly shy and opens her hand to reveal Bucky’s wallet, saying “I meant this, but thank you.” (🧸)

Bucky and Reader getting sick at the same time. (🧸⚰️)

Bucky and Reader getting lost in IKEA. (🧸)

Reader and Bucky booking a hotel for a lazy romantic weekend, most of which they spend naked. Bucky decides that they feel too comfortable to want to get up and go out for food, so Reader decides to order out for them and get dressed enough to meet the delivery person at the door. While Reader is accepting the order, Bucky wraps up in a sheet and comes up behind them, smug as both Reader and the delivery person become flustered. (🧸🔥)

Steve Kemp

Steve Kemp is a sex demon who came to feed on Y/N. (🔥🖤)

Marc Spector

Marc is a teacher, Y/N is their student. Y/N is doing something graphic with a pen and their mouth whilst Marc is trying to teach a class. (🔥)

Marc Spector and Y/N engaging in exhibitionist sex, getting turned on from the shocked (or lustful) gazes of the crowd as they consummate their love in front of a live audience. AND Y/N to Marc: I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to break me. (🔥)

Steven Grant

Steven wrapping a blanket around Y/N when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show (🧸)

Steven spilled some aphrodisiac into Y/N’s drink. It's up to Steven to deal with horny Y/N or to take advantage of them (🧸⚰️🔥)

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[awoogaslashers]

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Hii!!

My name is Irene, I’m 19 years old, my pronouns are she/her, I’m pansexual, and I have been recently diagnosed with psychopathy :3 (I’m being serious.)

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My favourites(not in order):

House of wax 2005

Scream ♾️

Reanimator & bride of reanimator

Halloween

Friday the 13th

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Nightmare on elm street

Child’s play & bride of chucky

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Saw

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Diary of a wimpy kid

Scott pilgrim

Malcom in the middle

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Alrawabi School for Girls

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[yngai]

ON ADA’S LIFE AFTER RESIDENT EVIL 6, SOME RETRACTIONS / SOME ADDITIONS :

going forward i’ll probably walk back a majority of resident evil 6 canon divergence, for a number of reasons including that i’m too lazy to sit down & rewrite an entire resident evil game but also that as i’ve matured both as a person & as a writer i’ve come to better understand my issue with RE6 is that an it’s an incredibly interesting story told very poorly (where the chance of the characters wrestling with their discoveries is almost always whisked away by an overdrawn, jarring action set-piece that barely advances the plot) & the way to solve my issues is not removing some of the central themes of project ada but to attempt to make good on capcom’s blunder by adequately portraying them .  if you were to truly commit to rebuilding the game’s narrative from the ground up with ada in a leading role instead of a background one, then maybe some of my ideas would work but, again, who has the time to write endless drabbles about a stupid action-horror video game ?

joke’s on me, i have time

trigger warning, the following section contains mentions of implied assault, domestic abuse & forced pregnancy

my second reason is that i want to better work ada wong into the themes of resident evil 7 & 8, going in a direction for her character i’ve honestly never imagined myself considering but i think i stumbled onto a concept that’s a bit too good to pass up that involves making project ada just that little bit worse .  inspired partially by the series of files on derek’s transformation whose endnote detail the family’s plans to leave him for dead in china & usher in a new heir in his place, their displeasure & disappointment in him over all the wasted resources (& potentially the building of facilities in rival economies, his obsession with an asian woman, the family does exist to ensure global stability through white/western/american hegemony) spent chasing a docile, obedient substitute to a woman who will never love him back .  speaking of poorly told, by the by, the fate of the most powerful organization in the franchise after the death of its leader isn’t told to you in-game, you have to go to RE.net for it .

i doubt derek c. simmons was fully unaware that elements of the family were planning to oust him, he is meant to be the franchise’s overarching villain, with an heir prepared to take his role (a collateral descendant, i imagine), & his obsession with ada’s beauty & intellect, their compatibility as partners, tells me that he viewed her as more than just a showpiece to hang beside his throne, his desperation to have her back under his grasp because she, & only she, is worthy of being a mother to his child, of giving him a son that carries on his legacy, a child that bears their best qualities to lead the world into a future he envisions, him offering guidance from the shadows, clinging desperately to his power .  without a true heir, the coup would succeed even without derek’s death as him & carla had become a liability to the family’s ultimate goal & he is nothing if not a man made of contingencies .

i think you know where this is going .

of the many secrets ada finds through the lower levels of the quad tower, destroying carla’s final experiment & her research logs detailing neo-umbrella’s plans & operations, everything to do with project ada so that the theft of her identity is erased from stated record (though some reports from tatchi note the presence of two ada wongs based on cross-referenced sightings from BSAA personnel, plus, well one is dressed in reds & the other in blues, kind of hard to change clothing so often when you’re on the run from chris redfield), she uncovers a video diary of her doppelganger, one where she is constantly oscillating between extremes, between the happiness that derek, the one man who loves her most in the world, blessed her with the gift of motherhood & with a child that will show the world the love they share for each other & the other, the inner voice of the woman trapped within that screams to cut that thing out of her, take a knife & rip herself apart & spill its guts to show derek that she won’t allow his legacy to continue .  it sets the kernel of an idea she will build onto later, a child of her own incubating beneath the sea bed, a monster much like simmons, one that will destroy the world he’s created .

they stand at odds & fight as the logs go on with the inner voice ringing a hollow victory, carla realizing she can’t rid herself of the pregnancy, she has already done so much beneath simmons’ ever watchful gaze to ensure the world his & his family controls burns to the ground & failing to deliver the child would put her under too much scrutiny, she can’t allow her plans to fail .  the final few videos showing her, cradling a baby daughter in her arms, one final struggle between love & hatred that’s only decided when simmons enters the frame, enraged at carla’s failure to give him a son .  it’s wasted rage, he can’t afford to wait another nine months as the family accelerates their moves against him & ada averts her eyes the second she sees him raise his hand .  she’s seen enough, she knows what awaits in the dark laboratory that still stands in the quad tower & every nerve in her body tells her to run away, let it all burn down to cinders, but a pang of guilt pushes her forward, some kind of sick, perverted curiosity to uncover one final mystery that plagues her need to know everything .  a foregone conclusion whose answers & resolve she’s already internalized that she has to see through, for herself, for carla’s sake, for the ten thousand woman that suffered at her & simmons’ hand .

they wait for her, lost in a corner of the laboratory that has yet to burn, a room off to the side where something can be so easily forgotten,

whatever carla’s motivations were, the benefit of studying the offspring of a chrysalid mutant for the development of enhanced c, the strain used to turn simmons into what he always meant to be, or maybe a kind of unwanted bond formed the moment derek rejected his daughter, much in the same way he rejected carla despite her devotion to him in favor of ada (something to speak for a remnant of carla’s humanity), much like her reason for involving ada in her plans, either to see her burn with the rest of the world & pay for simmons’ obsession with her or because carla knows ada will put her life on the line to keep chaos from engulfing the planet, calling upon her as a way to quite literally stop herself, ada can’t parse it, not really .  she does like to guess, of course, & she’s the only character in RE6 that shows carla any kind of understanding & sympathy (what the hell did simmons do to you? / i don’t condone your actions carla, but at least now i understand them), aware that she can only really lay blame at the feet of simmons & trying to at least affirm carla’s humanity before she completely sheds it (but it was your conscience carla, that saw you fail. after all, isn’t that why you brought me into this? which is an oddly written & delivered line, but far be it from me to suggest RE6 isn’t the most well considered game in the franchise .  ada turns sour on carla the second she becomes an active threat, but there is a solemn goodbye to the carla that was after she starts biting back, some guilt in it too) .  which is why she carries out the only part of carla’s plans that should be seen through to its conclusion, ending simmons .

a young girl, two, maybe three years old at most, cowering away from the destruction right above them, left without carla or the scientists that took care of her .  the final unknown, the answer ada didn’t want to find .  a palpable fear hangs in the air, a dread that settled within her ribcage, she wished that the shadows could hide her, that she would only be a brief silhouette in the doorway that vanishes the second its seen but the flames flicker brighter, her face is shown in the fire, blood & dirt & watering eyes, & the child runs to her, she clings to her & it’s like a chain around her ankle, a weight to drag her down & a single word echoes through the chaos, softly spoken, relief, sadness, happiness, something that sinks ada’s soul, she drowns beneath the waves, in depths of herself left undiscovered—

in mandarin,  “  mother ?  ”

a sound like shattered glass, sharp & piercing, plunging its way into her heart, a new wound from which to bleed through, whatever & whoever ada wong is now .  she closes her eyes, daring not to glance below, tightening the grip on her MP9, placing her finger on the trigger .  it was her first thought, how she could end it all right here, project ada, simmons’ legacy, the decade of pain & suffering that led to marhawa, edonia, tall oaks & tatchi, but then she would become a monster too, wouldn’t she ?  beyond sympathy, beyond humanity, a hypocrisy that rings in her ear, makes it hard to hear whatever else the child says, the happiness of their reconnection, her cries of an undelivered promise, that they would one day leave this lab together .  she recants, a heavy sigh that brings no relief with it, as if from new lungs & she finally looks down, into a mirror of something she’d thought lost .  what she sees in that child is not carla, nor derek or the monstrosity that led to her birth, but ada’s own eyes reflected back .  an unwanted child born to a woman unfit to be a mother .  it’s a shock through her body, a jolt that forces her to act, holstering her gun & grabbing the child’s hand instead, another of carla’s promises she intends to keep .

another mess she has to clean up .

there’s a life out there waiting for them, one of many she’s built up over the years as a contingency, far too many times forced into hiding by those like simmons (as i doubt project ada was the sole outlet for his lust & obsession, why settle for a replica when you can have the real thing ?  & derek is a man used to getting what he wants), who would want to claim ada wong & her secrets all for themselves .  a small, tight-knit cantonese speaking community occupying an apartment block in singapore, where a travelling business woman returns home once every couple of years, now with a kid in hand .  there was a kind of slight heartbreak in hearing how “her” daughter could only speak mandarin, when so much of the ada wong persona is intertwined with growing up in cantonese-speaking hong kong, its culture, its cinema, her youth spent learning & performing cantonese opera, & the disconnect she felt in spite of it all, with a han chinese father & a mandarin name .  she wouldn’t expect simmons to have understood that, nor carla, it just lends itself to another way her identity had been perverted, degraded, lessened into a parody of itself that took center stage over the original act .  she can’t afford to be ada wong anymore, at least for now, & there is something at stake other than herself for once, a new purpose, a new way to be that has to be learned as she goes, & thus sheng ming hui & her daughter settle into a domesticity that is as much a welcome respite as it is a prison for a woman who has lived her life always wanting to spread her wings .

the child’s name is mei, a reference to the ada wong persona’s chinese name, 黃美芬 (wong mei-fan) & ada resolves to complete it with a flourish of her own, mei-li, something taken from her own mother’s name (judith yuen li-zhen (袁李贞), which, yes, is lifted directly off maggie cheung’s character from in the mood for love, i am nothing if not wholly unoriginal) .  though the surnames change as they move around the world in an effort to stay hidden, in time ada does begin affectionately calling her meimei .

there’s very few that know of ada’s fate after tatchi, among them :

jill  valentine  (@goetiya​),  her confidant, the only person allowed a peek beneath the veil in their mutual dance, a playful romance that dragged itself out from those precious few months before the raccoon city incident, who ends up taking mei-li under her own care after ada’s survival is discovered by the “ organization ”, the seedier underbelly of the federation of pharmaceutical companies that have begun sinking their teeth into the BSAA, as per my village verse .  through her, of course, other characters learn of mei-li, though not her connection to ada wong (subject to plotting, naturally), jill saying she has taken the child of “one of her contacts within the bioterror underworld” under her care, for a time .  chris redfield, rebecca chambers, barry burton & most importantly claire redfield, who ends up spotting in for jill as a babysitter when she’s at the beck & call of a darker BSAA .  it’s a risk assumed, how ada casts her shadows over jill’s life, forcing her to withhold the truth from the people closest to her .

leon  s.  kennedy  (@knnedy​),  whom ada drags to singapore one faithful autumn day, two years into her exile, a way to say goodbye, a way to air out the existential horror of carla radames to the man who stands the best chance of understanding it, something they both share, like raccoon city, like spain, yet ada knows her wounds run deeper than his .  maybe she’s grown softer, spending time as a mother to a child that shouldn’t have been born, maybe there’s still a few knives she’d like to twist into his back, some blame she would like to place, a way to motion guilt from herself onto him, but there’s an absence of choice here & so she serves him a warning, the cost of his bleeding heart .

mia  winters  (@terrorgone​​),  an old contact from ada’s days investigating tricell in ‘09, a riskier, more self-destructive side to her that’s shown after jill’s “death” .  a tumultuous relationship she holds no pride in that scorched prague for a month, someone she would be happy to forget about as she moves on to new marks & new identities but fate plays funny tricks on people & mia ends up being more significant to the world than she has any right to, in ada’s mind .  after dulvey, trading hands between various BSAA safehouses before being settled in romania, mia spots a familiar looking young girl following jill around as she’s interrogated at the BSAA’s north america branch .  she’s smarter than ada gives her credit for & she knows her & jill have something in common, peering down ada’s eyes up close .  it’s a chance to put a knife to ada’s throat much in the same way she once put a needle to her neck back in prague, to see the woman beneath the mask after ada didn’t give her the right .

anyone else is open for discussion .

some final thoughts, what, did you think we were done ? :

on the surface level the notion of ada wong as a mother is laughable, to me, but that’s usually because the avenue to motherhood people use is her relationship to leon & if this post wasn’t long enough i could list out all the reasons why it wouldn’t work, but like anything regarding the ada/leon romance you have reduce both characters to tropes they subvert in order for it to function & make their dynamic that much less interesting & that much more intense in a way that it isn’t portrayed on-screen .  

hopefully i’ve argued my case for taking her character in this direction, because keeping in with ada’s overall subversion of the femme fatale archetype, it’s not the narrative that treats motherhood as the end of her character (as her story goes on well into the events of village), but herself, she views it as a punishment, as a prison, as an end to the illustrious career of super spy ada wong when that’s not really the case, small joys though she finds in playing a doting mother to an unloved child, she can’t keep away from her calling & she continues observing the motions of the world from afar, as well as her side hobby as a grey hat hacker trading in sensitive information to dismantle legal & criminal organizations alike .  her inability to reconcile with her new life eventually leading to her capture & her separation from mei-li before the events of RE8 .

i think it gives ada more of an in with ethan winters & a reason to help him over the course of RE8 beyond just using him as a way to get to miranda & her research, as she too, like him, like miranda, is a parent desperate to reunite (or just reunite, in ethan’s case) with her daughter .  a woman otherwise unfit to be a mother (miranda, alcina) that does what she can with the broken pieces of herself to make a life for her child (mia) .  it also serves to tie an overall narrative between games that feel like they’re from different franchises, RE6 & RE7, through the uniting theme of family & the children who grow up in resident evil’s rendition of our very own global forever war .

anyway, i think that’s my piece, thanks for reading !

#* file // : OOC — ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄 . ) #* file // : 004 — ( 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 . ) #* file // : 005 — ( 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀 . ) #part headcanon/part meta/part drabble you know how it is with me i know no such thing as structure or cohesion i just speak #this is the story of how carla babytraps ada from beyond the grave #implied assault / #domestic abuse / #forced pregnancy / #pregnancy mention / #drug use /

[cinewhore]

a few things from today and just general musings because this is a blog and I shouldn’t be afraid to post these things on a blogging website:

- i made a parfait for the first time. It was really good. I was skeptical because for whatever reason it’s hard to find a yogurt that’s non-diary in the bigger sizes but I stumbled across one that’s made from goats milk so why not? It’s nasty on it’s own but very tasty when you add stuff to it. I used blueberries, strawberries, honey and honey nut granola.

- speaking of food, i realize that while i enjoy grocery shopping, Im not really good at it. I decided to meal prep and found it sooo helpful. Now I know what im eating so I knew what to buy. I also made chicken gravy from scratch which seems mundane but very cool. I used too much flour but it just means that it’s super thick and that’s ok. I think doing this will help cut my grocery budget down but groceries are just fucking expensive.

- I started a new screenplay and it’s exciting. I really want to do more with my writing this year and a great writing fellowship opened up but it’s for features only. I hate long forms of writing but was willing to write a feature in a month because I wanted to do the fellowship. I realize this was wrong and will now take my time with the script.

- it’s tentatively called financial aid and it’s about three students coming together to pull off a heist to pay their tuition. It’s heavily based on me (minus some of the crime, haha) so that makes it scary but worthwhile. I tend to stick to hard comedy but I want to try my hand at drama. The tone is similar to the bear. Characters are great, it’s funny but also wildly fucked up and everyone should see a therapist.

- i bought kimchi for the first time. I had a great pork kimchi rice bowl in LA and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. I couldn’t find pork belly in my store so I’ll have to do without. I hope it turns out ok.

- i could be really good with social media to the point of becoming an influencer but I don’t care enough and I’m lazy. My mom thinks I’m wasting potential. I like posting little tiktoks of my outfits and doing mini vlogs of my life. Why must i monetize that?

- I’m sure we’re just in a lull period but I find my job kind of boring. I spent an hour answering emails and then just sat there for the rest of the day. Only two other people came in. I could’ve stayed home. I like it because I make more than a lot of people and it’s easy and i only work in office three days a week so i can do whatever on the weekend.

- i really want friends and I’m tired of trying to use endless apps or whatever. I can’t help but to think about how much fun this city could be if i had people to hang out with.

- i think i need to buy a nightlight and I’m trying to be brave about it because sleeping with the tv on isn’t helping but for gods sake I’m 26 and developing a fear of the dark!

#idk enjoy this for whatever it is #now that’s what i call blogging

[cinnamon-sticks-and-coffee-cups]

salut tout le monde !! it’s been too long I know T-T sadly I’ve been a little demotivated recently, but luckily that’s what led to todays post! since I’ve been feeling worn out lately but still want to keep up with my studies, I’ve decided to share my top lazy language student tips~ please enjoy <3

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⁎⁺˳✧༚ kahoots

i love these because they’re fun, quick and a stupid, lighthearted way to at least keep me interacting with french daily. the music is silly and makes me happy, and there’s a bunch of different topics and areas you can quiz yourself on. you can do some kahoots with specific themed vocab or find a general knowledge quiz or something that’s written in your target language. kahoots remind me of messing around with my friends and it honestly just makes me smile haha

⁎⁺˳✧༚ fanfic

i read a lot of fanfic anyways as a result of being chronically online, so why not do that in french? i have actually found some of my favourite authors through reading french fanfics. i like them because it’s a reminder of just how much is opened up to you when you learn a second language which can be really motivating, and they also ensure i get my regular hurt/comfort fix. it exposes me to colloquial language and different dialects, and is also a good way to keep me actually interested in learning when i feel like crap.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ word of the day

sometimes i’m super super busy or completely to forget to study, but still don’t want to have a ‘no zero’ day when it comes to pursuing my language goals. so, i will literally only learn one new word. i’ll find an interesting word related to what i did that day or one of my passions, try and pair it with my current vocab and use it in a sentence and then add it to my word of the day flashcards deck. it sounds simple, but i’m still engaging with the language at least a little bit.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ youtube

this is a very general topic, so allow me to expand. i use youtube once at least everyday - be that for a workout, a tutorial, leisure, study or work. but it’s so easy to make this contribute to my goals by just trying to find a similar video in french! looking for a setting in your phone? find a tutorial vid in your target lang. doing some morning stretches? 15 min video in your target lang probably has you covered. it’s quick and simple and doesn’t feel like as much effort as hauling all my study supplies out and pouring over a textbook for two hours.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ digital diary

if i haven’t done anything to study french in the day, a typical solution of mine is to write a diary entry in french. because i use a digital diary, i like to decorate it with memes i found funny/sweet, annotated photos from my day, screenshots of messages with my friends and songs i’ve been enjoying. i can do all of this in french just as easily as i can do it in english, which means i can tick off two things on my to-do list in one sitting and have fun at the same time!

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alright!! that’s it for today, hopefully it won’t be so long before my next post - i really need to start planning ahead more haha! have a wonderful day/night my loves, and i’ll chat with you all soon. au revoir~!

#cinnamon’s french posts #français #french #frenchblr #langblr #french vocab #language learning #vocabulaire français #polygot #study tips

[sincerelylaurel]

how to transition between scenes

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hello and welcome back! this was a post request, so i hope it’s helpful! transitioning between scenes is something i really struggled with as a young writer, although i think i eventually learned how to do them just by reading a lot and seeing good examples. to be honest i’m still not great at writing them (aka i forget they exist) but i hope my knowledge can be useful to you!

intermission

there’s nothing wrong with leaving a few blank lines and indicating a scene transition with three asterisks (unless you want to get into those fancy line things, i won’t stop you— they’re very fun)! although chapter breaks are an easy and common way to divide up scenes, you can’t make every chapter one scene and then skip to the next (yes i’m looking at you old wip i abandoned). nevertheless, chapter breaks are great for dividing up bigger scenes, especially if they’re told from a different pov. however if intermissions make you feel uncomfortable (they can sometimes come off as lazy) then it might be a good idea to learn how to do transition scenes. 

transition methods

summaries of the time skipped is a common method for writing transition scenes, but you can also switch over by using something that connects the two scenes. for example if your character is relaxing under a tree on a sunny afternoon and you want to transition into a gloomy room in a haunted castle (idk bear with me):

“mellow sunlight danced in dappled patterns on the warm sand under my toes. as the sun sank lower in the sky, the golden remains of daylight stretched the shadows longer, until they swam before my eyes in inky ripples and morphed into the enveloping darkness of the armor room at midnight. the place reeked of danger, likely due to the rodents and ghosts that called this castle their home. candlelight chased shadows around the room in capricious movements to the beat of the eerie chanting that arose from somewhere below. the cold seeping into my bones felt like a a steel-bladed warning, making me long for the comfortable evening spent under the almond tree which suddenly seemed so far away.”

apologies for the strange scene transition i had to come up with just now but you get the point.

know what to include and what to cut

a common mistake in writing is overly describing every detail. remember when you were little and tried to keep a diary? and you described every single detail from your day until it bored you to death and you forever lost the motivation to start a diary ever again? yeah. that’s what happens when you include too much detail. it also doesn’t create the space you need to write good scene transitions. however, you don’t want to exclude or simply summarize something important. learn which scenes are important and which ones to cut!

set the stage asap

once you start a new scene, make sure to establish the speaker, location, and time right away. it’s a good idea to introduce the reader to the mood and tone of the scene right away too, although you’ll have to be more subtle with this. make sure the readers are aware of the emotions circulating the room so they don’t feel left out.

pacing

“arrive late, leave early”. you might have heard this writing advice somewhere, and i’m here to explain it. this goes for the entire novel as well as chapters as a whole, but it works for any chunk of narrative. “arrive” to the scene when things have already happened, the reader feels like they’re late to the party and are thrown into the scene in the middle of the climax. this hooks their interest and keeps them reading for more information, trying to get caught up and understand what’s going on. when you “leave” the scene, make sure there are loose ends, unfinished conversations, etc. basically, leave off every scene with a cliffhanger. it doesn’t have to be super dramatic all the time, especially since it’s unrealistic for your characters to be in that much trouble all the time. but make sure to leave the reader wanting for more.

flow

and finally, make sure it flows. you don’t want your novel to sound like it was chopped up into pieces and then put together without any adjustments. your writing doesn’t have to be completely seamless, but you know — blend a little bit. pull at the edges. smush some things together. yes i’m aware i sound like a lunatic but if you’ve ever done pottery you understand. keep the flow going throughout scene transitions — remember the word transition implies a somewhat smooth passing through. read it aloud if it helps. but remember you can always edit later! focus on cohesion in the next draft.

#writing #writeblr #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writing advice #writer #writing techniques #my writing #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #studyspo

[kiss-my-freckle]

Fans getting specific with each season of The Vampire Diaries, so I’m gonna let ya’ll know what I think of each season. 

Elena sleeping in a coffin meant more focus to the Salvatore relationship. That said, I loved having Elena in a coffin during the time in which she was. 

I loved the first four seasons just as they were. Should you read my master post on the sire bond once I get it finished, you’ll understand why I actually love that storyline for Delena. I loved Shane and the whole cure for vampirism storyline, so I’m good up to the end of season 4. 

Season 5 is a problem for me. I didn’t give two shits about Silas, Amara, and Tessa. I hate Markos and the traveler storyline. I hate Katherine taking over Elena’s body because as far as I’m concerned... they played that one too many times, to the extent I felt it unoriginal and viewed it as downright lazy writing. Why come up with something new when you can just go with what you’ve already done, right? 

The ONLY good thing about season 5, is Damon’s storyline with Enzo and Augustine and his spiral. This includes Damon being a ripper after being injected with the ripper virus. I absolutely love seeing him as a ripper. We saw Katherine’s power over Damon in season 2. Because that power shifted to Elena soon after, we had to see Elena’s power over Damon. That’s why I enjoyed watching him spiral. Season 5 into season 6 is gorgeous. I absolutely love season 6. 

Jo and the Gemini shit is where it becomes a problem for me. I don’t give a damn about Gemini witches, and I sure as hell don’t like Alaric with Jo. I would’ve preferred Alaric pick up where he and Meredith left off. Kai is the only interesting part of the Gemini storyline. The rest of them can bite it. I loved the prison world storyline with Damon and Bonnie. I loved watching how everyone dealt with the loss of them. I loved watching Elena fall in love with Damon all over again. I loved the storyline surrounding Liz’s death, and I absolutely loved Caroline without her humanity. 

Most of season 7 sucks as far as I’m concerned. Rayna and Bonnie was the only storyline I liked. I didn’t give a damn about Lily, Julian, and the heretics. Enzo being attracted to Lily was downright dumb. Steroline was the only thing worth watching, aside from Damon being Damon. I absolutely hated the three-year time jumps. They were the most annoying thing ever. I hated Matt and his fiancee and all that crap with them hunting vampires together. For me, the biggest disappointment of the series... that of season 7. 

Sybil and Seline were fantastic. Season 8 was great for what it was, but it could’ve been better, and simply stretching it to a full season would’ve allowed for it to be. Everything felt rushed because it was so short. If it were me... Cade would’ve lasted three more episodes, Steroline and Defan would’ve had more screen time, Alaric would’ve had a flashback montage to go with his little speech about how they became a family, and the finale with Katherine would’ve offered more. Since they felt the need to bring her back for one last run, I would’ve given her two more episodes. That’s three for Cade and two for Katherine, which would’ve brought them to 21 episodes. The 22nd episode could’ve allowed for a single day in the life of human Damon, which I’m pretty sure fans would’ve liked. Even Stefan fans, who I’m sure would’ve liked to see what he sacrificed his life for. 

But yeah, their first four season are gold. After that, it’s a struggle for me. 

[rozieramati]

4/6/23

i’ve become a sloppy writer. or maybe i always was. sloppy. i never used to put pressure on myself with how i wrote my diaries. the words just poured out of me, like chicken cubes in campbell’s soup cans. but right now i feel sloppy. i have crocodile fingers that roam in swamp beds. they’re heavy and it’s hard to see what’s beneath the surface. what’s beneath my surface? where’s the windex for writers block? something’s in the way. 

i wish i was in love. god i’m a sap. i’m sure if you punctured a gaping hole into my chest maple would pour out crystal and raw. not too deep down, that’s all i am. crystal and raw. whenever i write i think of the body. i think of intestines. i think of redness and peachy organs with spider-web veins that protect them. cells and mitochondria that flutter for life. for my life. for my crocodile fingers to write sloppy campbell’s puke. campbell’s supposed chicken cube chunk, really mystery meat mush, is what i’ve become. i’m lazy. not really. maybe. no. lazy is death. lazy is poison to the powerhouse of the cell. lazy is worse than chicken cube, worse than crocodile thumb. worse than sloppy. sloppy still tries. i’m glad i still try. 

this diary is a drenched-moss-green color. i remember 4 years old. i remember running down rocky streams to touch my good friend, moss. she welcomed my embrace by puffing out her plush skin to meet my unblemished palm of innocence. i didn’t have to know myself then, i only had to find moss and wonder what she felt like. then moss would tell me what she felt like and i would get to discover someone new. like tadpole. or wet shoelace.  

#write #writer #diary #poet #poetry #poem #campbell’s #moss

[holyluvr]

I dont mind in either direction if you do suicide posting.

If you want to feel seen, than here I am, I see you <3.

I don’t think I want to be seen as much as I’m too lazy to write in a diary using a pen and forget real people are reading my posts until I make them and then figure the damage is done.

If I disappear though, it’s likely because I deep throated a gun barrel. Thank you for the support going either way 💗 xx much love sent and stay strong through 2023, dear.

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[simlicious]

Check in Tag

 I was tagged by the wonderful @ktarsims, thank you 💜

Why did you choose your URL?

It’s really just my creator name, nothing fancy. I wanted people to be able to easily find me and recognize my url. If you are wondering why I chose Simlicious as a name, I thought it was kinda cool at the time and I wanted something with the word “Sim” in it. Nowadays I think I could have been a bit more original.

How long have you been on tumblr?

Since February 2012. I just realized I missed my 10-year tumblr anniversary. I am really bad with dates and anniversaries in general though, so this is no surprise 😅

Do you have a queue tag?

Nope, I seldomly queue stuff anyway.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was active in German Sims forums at the time and wasn’t really happy with only being in a “local” community. I wanted to spread my wings and also reach a wider audience, since I like creating for the sims games and communicating in English. I immediately liked the kind, open-minded simblr community, so I stuck around!

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because I was too lazy to do anything else? Idk. I never had anything else and at this point, I wouldn’t know what else to put there anyway. It is not my simself, but just one of my models, put through a few artsy filters. Since my icon is purple, I feel like purple has become  my “simblr brand color”. I have grown fond of the purple hearts 💜 and I feel like they are my thing now. Purple is not my favorite color though, that would be Turquoise.

Why did you choose your header?

I am not sure this is considered a header per se, but the background behind the my tumblr icon is the same background I chose for my website and my tumblr blog background (though I colored it differently there). It looks like fancy 3D paper cutouts and I still love it after all these years. Maybe one of the reasons I never update my tumblr theme (though it is overdue!).

What’s your post with the most notes?

That would be this post of my Ugg Boots with 1206 notes, which I initially made as a Secret Santa gift. This might be my most popular creation ever, and I’m still proud of how well it turned out! I am just not proud that I chose the busy and dark group pic as the first pic in that post. I really tried to set a scene there and everything, but I like the minimalist approach with a clean background much better.

How many mutuals do you have?

I counted 94, but I am pretty sure I miscounted due to going “OMG WHAT, THAT person is a mutual?” like 50 times. I have really cool mutuals.

How many followers do you have?

3564, as of now!

How many people do you follow?

244 (I think this is considered a low number, and I still cannot keep up with my dash at all)

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Not really, no. I wrote somewhat angry posts, most of which I did not actually post (they are more like a diary at this point), most had to do with some simblr drama and opinions. But in general, I try to write in a cool and composed manner, even when the subject matter is heated. I feel like much more can be achieved by being polite, exploring stuff from different angles and outlining the facts than by screaming ugly things at the world.

How often do you use tumblr every day?

I open tumblr at least once every day, it is a reflex at this point, but I do not always actually look at stuff or interact. That depends on my mood and my mindset. Sometimes I spend hours commenting, posting, liking, and on some days I barely do anything.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I don’t think so! I do not like stirring up trouble. I remember I was once very close to being the target of a shitstorm, because I accidentally made another sims creator look bad and their protective followers were writing angry messages to me. I immediately apologized to the creator and changed my post and that was it!

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

I am unaffected by it. These posts remind me of chainmail, and I do not engage in those, nor in “you are a bad person if you do not reblog this, I will unfollow you if you do not reblog this”. Not reblogging does not mean that I do not agree with the contents of the post or do not care about it, it just means I do not want to clutter my blog, since I am very specific with the stuff I reblog.

Do you like tag games?

Depends on my mood and the specific questions asked but yeah, they are generally fun! I just do not like tagging other people (I do not want anyone to feel pressured, despite not feeling pressured by being tagged myself), so I usually tag anyone who wants to do them.

Do you like ask memes?

I think I’ve never done one before, most of them have to do with stories and characters, which I do not really have as a pure CC creator.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Several were or are widely known in the community, most of them moved on to ts4 now and I feel honored to still be on their list! I treasure my mutuals a lot, famous or not! I feel like by dropping names, some people always feel left out, so I’m not going to do that here.

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

If by crush you mean in awe of their talents, then I guess so 🤩 (again, not dropping names) I tag everyone who wants to answer these questions :)

#get to know me #tag #check in tag