#It was my day off and I could've not picked up when Partner called but

[vanderlesbian]

141 dating a civilian

hii!! this is a self indulgent belated bday gift to myself (im 20 now...) but i hope u guys enjoy it!! also feel free to leave requests in my asks bc i am so bad at thinking of prompts but ive been wanting to write so bad LOL

writing this had made me realize that i love writing gaz content........i am obsessed with him.........

gn reader! no warnings :)

masterlist

captain john price

- price loves being around you—you bring a sense of normalcy that relaxes him. when he's home, he enjoys doing domestic things around the home. he offers to do the laundry, he'll make you tea in the mornings, he feeds the dog and cat you two raise together and will go with you on any errands you need to run. when he's with you, he never thinks about work, which makes you happy because you hate to see him overworking himself.

- i feel like you two would meet through laswell. a mutual friend, you and price would meet one another at a pub or something of the sort. immediately, the two of you take an interest in one another, and laswell would catch onto that rather quickly and finds it endearing. when getting to know one another, you mention the fact that you live alone, which gives price the excuse to hand you his number. "in case you need anything", is what he told you, and you could've sworn you saw laswell snickering behind him. regardless, you ended up texting him a few days after that, asking him if he knew how to fix cars.

- loves going on vacations with you!! when price has a decent period of time off, he'll ask you if you want to go somewhere, to which you always answer yes. road trips are his favorite, because driving for long periods of time is something calming for him and he enjoys the fact that it's just the two of you traveling. maybe you'll go camping, or perhaps you'll drive a country over to spend a few days in a different city; whatever it is, you and price always have a nice time. while he gets to travel a lot, he recognizes that you don't have the same opportunity, so he loves to take you places as see your reactions to things. when he's deployed, he's always on the lookout for places to take you later.

- one of your favorite things to do is visit price while he's in the office. you usually bring him a meal, whether it be home made or take out because you know he's going to forget about grabbing himself something to eat. he always thanks you with a kiss, then you linger for a moment to speak to him, giving him time to eat and take a break from his work. while you're visiting price, all of his attention is on you, and if a soldier knocks on his door and asks to speak to him, he'll use his captain voice to tell them to come by later unless it's an emergency.

- price is very proud to call you his partner. although he tries not to bring you up too often at work because of privacy and professional reasons, he likes to mention you casually every now and then, especially with laswell or the other 141 members. he's proud of the work you do, no matter what your career is; he's just likes to brag about his amazing partner. he will do his signature v shaped smile whenever someone says in surprise,"oh, your partner is a/n [occupation]? how cool!"

simon "ghost" riley

- ghost is a listener, not a talker. and boy, does he love listening to you ramble on about your day. he finds it cute; the way you complain how expensive your coffee was that morning, or how you couldn't decide what to wear to simply go pick up a snack from the store. his responses include a lot of "oh really?", "i bet", and some snarky comments when you bring up a coworker that you don't particularly like. ghost is quiet, but his little responses show that he's well invested in your stories.

- just like everything else in his life, ghost keeps his relationship with you very private. it took him quite a while to even tell any of the other 141 members that he was in a relationship, simply because he didn't feel the need to tell them. he also wanted to protect you; not that he didn't trust the other members, but he was scared of your name accidentally being said to the wrong person. you were innocent, and ghost didn't want to ruin that innocence with the dark realities of his job and put you in danger.

- listen; meeting him at a music store. you would definitely be the one to initiate things, so when you saw a tall, handsome man flipping through records beside you, it made you look for an excuse to speak to him. "that's a good album", you would then finally speak up after watching him pull out a vinyl by the doors. ghost would honestly be taken aback; no one ever really strikes up conversation with him in public. "yeah" would be his response, but the dryness of it didn't stop you from continuing the conversation. after you two begin dating, ghost will often bring up how you were insistent on speaking to him, which never fails to bring a shy blush to your cheeks.

- you think it's amusing to have such a "scary" looking boyfriend. he tags along behind you whenever the two of you go out, and you often forget how large and intimidating he looks to others, especially because he always wears dark colored outfits and a face mask out in public. imagine ghost lingering behind you like a lost puppy while you mindlessly look through clothes at a store. when you're at the register, you notice the cashier glancing behind you, forgetting that ghost is looming over you like a bodyguard.

- speaking of others reactions, you love showing ghost off to people. you'll be spending time with friends, family, coworkers—whoever, and you get so excited whenever they ask if you have a boyfriend. you think it's funny to see their eyes widen when you pull up a photo saying "this is simon, he's deployed right now but (blah blah blah)". you had asked ghost for his permission to show photos of him to others while he wasn't around, and at first he was hesitant, but after hearing about the reactions he gives people, he doesn't care anymore. people think "that's their boyfriend?", which makes ghost smile to himself because yes, he's all yours.

kyle "gaz" garrick

- you two have this thing where the moment he opens the door after coming home from a mission, you'll sprint into his arms and he never fails to pick you up off your feet and squeeze you tight. gaz greets you like he hasn't seen you in years, covering your face and neck in kisses and spinning you around in his arms for what feels like forever.

- loves to facetime you when he's away. sometimes you'll be in different timezones, but both of you will be willing to stay up at 3 in the morning jusst to talk to one another. gaz always gives you room tours of whatever place he's staying at while deployed, or he'll call you while he's out shopping to ask what souvenir you'd like best. sometimes the other 141 boys will pop in to say hello, or gaz will shove the camera in their face to ask if they have anything to say to you.

- i feel that gaz would easily become jealous, especially because he can't be with you all the time. while he's away from you, you'll text or call him about an encounter at work or while you were out and about where someone tried hitting on you, earning a snarky remark from gaz. they always make you giggle because you're aware how protective he is of you, and they're often silly remarks like "they're lucky i wasn't there" or "should've told 'em your boyfriend is 6'5 and a wrestler"

- gaz is younger, so i feel that you would be a university student or something of the sort when you first met him. working part time at a local coffee shop at the time, you vividly remember gaz complimenting you the first time you served him. "you're very pretty/handsome, by the way" he said confidently, but quickly walked off before you could thank him. after that, gaz came in as often as he could, learning something new about you each time he came in, and it got to a point where you would simply give him a drink or pastry for free each time he came in. eventually he would ask you out, offering to take you somewhere after your shift, to which you immediately agreed to.

- when gaz visits your place, it's always like a silly little sleepover. the two of you will watch comically bad movies, make homemade pizza, play those couple's card games and he'll listen to you talk about any gossip you have. when gaz is with you, he takes it as his time to just be himself because he's so comfortable in your presence. he doesn't have to worry about being formal with you, and the two of you are equally as silly as you spend time with one another.

john "soap" mactavish

- soap doesn't like to bother you with his work. when he's with you, he'll always be so upbeat and playful, but you've learned to be able to notice when he's particularly stressed or tired. he insists that he's fine, telling you that you don't have to worry about him as he tries to play it off. he's a bit stubborn about it, so sometimes you have to bother him just a bit before he finally gives in and tells you what's up, or simply agrees to laying down and having a rest.

- okay, picture this. you meet soap at a dog park. i think he would have a german shepherd...which is besides the point, but when your dog and his both stop in their tracks to be friendly with one another, both of you feel that it's only natural to make conversation, right? the two of you quickly hit it off, to which you credit mostly to soap for being much more extroverted than you are, and the two of you talk about your dogs for a bit before the conversation focuses on yourselves. smoothly, soap would ask for you to join him on another trip to the dog park sometime, using the excuse that your dogs seemed to like each other.

- soap loves to text you while he's away, and other than gaz, he would be the one to text you the most out of any of the boys. he mostly sends a lot of random pictures of things he says reminds you of him, but will also update you on a bunch of random little things he's doing. "just shit in this french bathroom" "johnny i don't need to know that" "had to tell somebody"

- will leave plenty of his clothes for you to wear while he's gone, and it's practically all you wear during that time. you'll leave the house in an outfit completely made up of your boyfriend's clothes because they're just so comfortable, and it makes you feel less lonely having his scent lingering with you. even when soap is home, you still constantly wear his clothes, and 90% of his wardrobe is practically yours.

- soap would love to visit YOU at work. you forget your chapstick? he's on his way. you text him that you're hungry and forgot to pack a meal? he's bringing you your favorite fast food. although he's busy and can't stop by all the time, soap tries to stop by as often as he can, and all of your coworkers have learned to recognize him. "here comes johnny" one of them will point out, making you quickly whip your head around to look.

#i STRUGGLED with soap sorry #x reader #fluff #headcanons #cod #mw2 #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #domestic #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine

[kai-anderson-whore]

Talk tonight: Evan peters x fem reader smut (kinktober fic 1)

Summary: Evan is away from home, you decided to tease him by sending a pic of your new lingerie which leads to other things

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masterbation, dirty talk, spicy pics

Word count: 973

A/n: first kinktober fic, what do we think? I’m on the fence with this one i Don’t know if I like it or not.

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Boredom took over you as you laid on the sofa of yours and your partners shared house. Evan was away filming his latest show. You missed him on nights like this, you thought about the night before he had left making a tingling sensation bubble in your core, getting yourself worked up.

And as the saying goes speak of the devil and he shall appear, a notification from your phone pulled you out of your daydream. Seeing it was indeed Evan a grin plastered on your face you opened your phone to see the text.

Evan:

Hey babe, how was your day? ❤️

You:

Hey babe yeah it was okay, Just missing you also I got a package today ❤️

Evan:

I miss you too ❤️ what did you get?

You:

A lingerie set 🫣❤️

Evan:

Show me😉❤️

You bit your lip suppressing a grin getting off the sofa and into the bedroom to retrieve your lingerie set. It was a three piece lace set set a deep plum colour which was one of Evan's favourite colour.

You slipped out your previous attire, holding up the Lacey bra you put it on your chest. It gave your breast a little lift giving you the perfect cleavage. You moved on to the panties which were a thong also lace. Gliding the flimsy fabric up your legs. Lastly was the little robe that came with it the robe was a silk material soft against your skin.

Tying the robe loosely on you so it would show the underwear. you examined yourself in the mirror your phone in hand trying to find the perfect angle you snapped a few pictures in front of the mirror. Then proceeded to use the front camera now on your knees on the bed you made yourself look seductive to tease Evan further since you were now in the mood.

You took a few more pictures before laying on your bed picking out the perfect one. Deciding to use the one of you on the bed slightly biting your finger. You had to admit you look hot, knowing it would get Evan riled up. Seeing that we saw the photo, three little dots popped up on your screen telling you he was typing before they disappeared and he instead called you.

With a grin you answered the phone putting him on speaker. "Hey babe" you said blushing at the fact you sent him that. "Hey baby, I wow" he was truly lost for words. "So what do you think" you asked fiddling with the belt of the robe.

"I think that I wish I was there so you could give me a full show, you look so fucking hot" he groaned. With the sound that came from his lips you could guess he was probably palming himself. "I wish you were here you could've have the full experience" you pouted even though he couldn't see.

That's when you heard it again a low groan from down the phone. "Evan are you touching yourself?" You giggled your plan was working perfectly. "I can't help it baby you in that little set does things to me, don't even wanna know what I would do to you" his voice was deep thick with lust, making you grow wetter by the minute settling yourself down more comfortable on the pillows, your hand trailed over your body teasing yourself.

"And what would you do" you asked biting your bottom lip.

"Well firstly I'd kiss your neck, especially that spot that makes you sigh" he started off, a sigh left your lips and your cold fingertips came in contact with your clit.  "What else would you do" you asked, a slight moan leaving your lips. "My hand would roam down your body, and into those purple panties, you'd so wet" you could hear how deep Evan's voice got with lust, a grunt followed behind.

"I'm so wet right now" you moaned collecting your arousal bringing it to your clit, your movements were slow to begin with essentially teasing yourself. "God I wish I was with you, make you feel so good" Evan grunted. You could picture him already laying on the bed, his boxers halfway down his thighs, droplets of sweat decorating his flushed skin, tugging on himself picturing its you.

A moan left your lips as the pace of your fingers fastened, your hips bucked towards your own hand. “Feel good baby” you heard Evan tugging himself a little faster, more turned off by your sounds down the phone. “Mhmm” you hummed. “Come on baby tell me, use your words” he coaxed needing to hear your voice to bring him to his breaking point.

“It feels so fucking good Evan” you managed to let out. Your other hand on your breast. “When I see you I’m going to fuck you so good” Evan grunted his voice slightly higher signaling to you he was also close. “I’m so close Evan” you alerted feeling that knot forming in your stomach.

“Let go baby” Evan encouraged hearing another groan from him, that was all you needed to let go. With a loud moan your orgasm took over you, the overwhelming yet euphoric feeling washed over you. Hearing your orgasm through the phone Evan came after you with one of the most hottest sound you have ever heard.

Once you were both calmed down you retrieve your hand from inside your underwear. Trying to regain your breath, “I can’t wait to see you in three days” Evan’s voice chimed. A lazy smile on your lips “me too I miss you so much” you sighed a bit tired. “Tired babe” he asked.

“A little but I want to talk for a while” you stated. You missed hearing his voice in the late hours of night. “Okay babe we can talk for a while” he agreed.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not letting an autistic kid join my group?

Okaayy this requires a LOT of backstory so bear with me on this.

I am 16F and the kid in question is 16M. I shall call him Tyler. I've known Tyler for like 3 years, never really been friends with him but he has been in my classes many times. Tyler is very blatantly autistic, which means it's very easy for people to pick on him. Other kids will be dicks to him and rile him up because they think it's funny. I am also nd but am quite good at masking so I don't get picked on but I am still a loner. Y'know the stereotypical quiet kid. Last detail to note about Tyler, he never does any of the classwork. Every time I have been in class with him he has just watched youtube on his laptop and will not do the work unless a teacher forces him to. This is important to note for my first major encounter with Tyler when I was 13.

There was a group project and everyone had to pick a partner to do a presentation, standard school stuff you get the gist. Me and Tyler ended up being the last ones left so we got paired together. The problem was that he did not pull his own weight. I had to sit with him and slowly walk him through the stuff we had to do for the project. Then I told him I would do X part of the project and he would do Y part of the project. He agreed and I went to work on it. The next day I asked if he had done anything, he hadn't. I sympathized with this because I also have executive dysfunction and very much struggle with completing things so I told him it was fine, he just had to work on it today and to send it to me once he was done. So I got home and waited for him to send me his part of the project but of course, it never came. So I ended up having to do literally EVERYTHING myself at the last minute. I went to the computer room to finish it at break time and lo and behold who do I see but Tyler in the computer room watching youtube. I gave him a firm telling off because I was hella pissed that while I was stressing out trying to do a group project by myself he was doing fuck all. He obviously felt bad but I was still rather pissed. So on the day of the presentation I did something admittedly very petty in that I forced him to do his part in the presentation despite him never seeing the presentation before. So he obviously struggled a lot. But that was that and I was quite certain I didn't want to work with him again. Flash forwards a bit, he tries to sit with me. I don't want to be an ass so I let him. The thing is that he was completely clueless about all the work so I ended up having to be like a surrogate teacher, walking him through everything. Again. The thing is, I couldn't get my own work done if I was stuck being Tyler's tutor. I was like "Fuck this. I'm not his teacher! I'm not even getting paid for this!!" So I started actively avoiding sitting with him so I could actually get shit done and he seemed to get the hint.

Now, to the present. He happens to be in the same class as me and asked if he could be in my group and I ignored him. I felt bad about it but I did not want to be handholding this kid. He seems to be actively trying to get my attention and trying to interact with me but I am just not interested. Especially since he seems to think that doing things like flicking water at me or slamming doors in my face is a good way to get my attention. I've tried to make it very clear I don't like this behaviour but he keeps doing it. In the most recent incident he randomly poked my back when I was crouching down to pick something up. I really hate being touched so I snapped at him but I feel guilty about it now. I feel like I could've handled it better because he clearly doesn't pick up emotional cues very well. And clearly he's just lonely, which I get but I feel he burnt this bridge a while ago and is just blasting the remains with a flamethrower.

So tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[amber-michaelson]

My Two Big Boys

Steve Rogers x hurt reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: sometimes your boyfriends have a hard time at work and bring it home making it worse for you

Read at own risk

Warning: reader gets hurt

You knew something was up when they didn't arrive in the same car or the one just grunting when you ask about the other you knew you were gonna be in for it when they didn't even look at eachother.

Yn pov

I sighed the the only thing that anyone could here was the knifes and forks scraping against the plates as we ate dinner, i rolled my eyes 'next time I should just get the paper plates' "so how was work" i asked but only got a one word answer 'good' and 'ok' and tensed and Steve just got up and left to eat in the lounge "what-" I was interrupted by bucky standing up and left to go eat in the den, my heart started to ach as I just wanted a nice dinner with my partners but sometimes that's just to much to ask I decided I wasn't hungry anymore and put my food in the microwave and slowly made my way up to the bedroom but paused on the stairs "goodnight" I called out but no response "wow never knew you were angry at me" I muttered to myself walking into the bedroom and changed into my pj's and brushed my teeth before getting into bed I stayed a wake a little longer wanting at least one of them to come to bed but they never did 'good night I guess' I shut my eyes and drifted into a restless sleep

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I woke up to the sounds of shouting coming from down stairs and I jumped out of bed and running to see what was going on only to find Steve and bucky arguing over something stupid but it got serious when bucky picked up a pan and threw it against the wall "what the hell" I yelled but was blantly ignored "yea I can do that to bucky" Steve yelled picking up my glass vase and threw it near me shattering against the wall and a few of the shards hitting me and cutting me in the process, I yelled in pain which finally court their attention "yn shit fuck I'm sorry" Steve panicked rushing to me pleading for my forgiveness as bucky rushed to get the first aid "fuck" I said pulling a small shard out my cheek "baby I'm so sorry" he said leading me to sit down "I'm fine steve" I whinced he carefully wiped some of the blood off my face "no it's not fine I could've really hurt you" he growled to himself sitting down next to you "i got the first aid" bucky said walking back into the room and settled the first aid kit beside me the tension filled the room thickly as bucky started cleaning my wounds "Steve can you please get me some water" I asked glancing at him "sure babe" he said giving me a sad smile and left the room "you know it's not his fault" I murmured to bucky who growled out in frustration "it could've hit you yn" he muttered "it wouldn't have happened if I wasn't there I should've left you guys alone" I said staring into his eyes "once I heard the shout I sprung into action like I always do but look where that got me" I giggled, I was always the one trying to sort out people's fights it was just a natural thing I learned to do "but it shows you, you have a big heart" bucky said giving me a one-sided smile "but my big heart can be a fool sometimes" I said and turned my gaze to Steve who was leaning against the door frame "but it's your big heart that makes us love you so much" Steve smiled walking over and handing me the glass "done patching you up doll" he sighed and looked at Steve "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry too" I smiled "my two big boys back together".

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[loveislandthegame]

my overall thoughts on season 7, writing edition: what in the world ? 😭 i cannot believe i thought this season was gonna be good. i’ll be joining rohan & S2 MC in the circus, since FB made me look like a damn clown. i don't even know where to begin

being a casa girl had so much potential, and it was something that a lot of players actually wanted, even before FB started doing these themed seasons. they really fumbled the bag here

i enjoyed casa amor. the guys were all unique, had their own dialogue, and it was cool to see their pre-established relationships (alex being the villa dad, bryson and rafa being partners in chaos, the beef between bryson & joyo) then we arrived in the villa, and it all went downhill from there:

everybody became an empty husk, so they could be forced into interchangeable roles: uma’s partner, bonnie’s partner, OG LI’s ex, loved up couple (summer/joyo or #rafne) to name a few. FB’s lazy asses ruined their own characters . why is alex, the supposed level-headed & mature one, being petty & childish af in my playthrough? 😭

MC literally had no thoughts, head empty. we barely participated in any of the challenges and games. it felt like we didn't do anything besides "get pulled for a chat" by your LI or the girls

the LI personality merge in this season was the worst it has ever been. all they do is agree with whatever you say, or tell you how great you are (gone are the days of LIs having their own interests, & getting extra dialogue because of that, like levi with artist MCs)

same problem as the most recent seasons, where MC doesn’t have friendships. she has a forced bestie, then potential LIs that sit around waiting for you to pick them, choose them, love them (they immediately disappear if you don’t pick them)

the plot made no sense at all. being a casa girl means we miss out on the first half of the season, but there were many different ways they could've shown what happened before we arrived (it couldve been something as simple as MC watching the show at home or during the jeep ride to the villa. lol) the timeline was inconsistent, so much important information was paywalled, and i’m pretty sure FB was just making shit up as they went along, since the drama with stephen and OG LI's ex genuinely came out of nowhere . he wasn’t previously mentioned in the beach hut, casa amor, nothing . his only purpose was to make the OG girl look bad.

speaking of the OG girls, what a disappointment . before we got to the villa, i honestly thought they were hinting at estelle and/or willow being LIs . even if they were forced to be our rival, they still could’ve had an interesting character arc . it would've been a lot more fun if she was like allegra, rather than OG LI's equivalent of suresh

i was gonna write, "why tf did she even make it to the finale?" but the answer is obvious : for the gem scenes. every damn volume, it's pay diamonds to upstage her, pay diamonds to clapback, pay diamonds so “your man” doesn't turn his head 🙄 it's already stupid enough, but it makes even less sense if you're not pursuing your OG LI

which leads me to the biggest problem of this season, the lack of branching. you're given the illusion of choice, everything leads to the same outcome . i didn't think it could get any worse, until i saw what happens when you choose the money . does your LI storm off? nope. they make you do the treasure hunt anyways...to win you back ??😭 MC should've called security on their ass

s7 had a promising start but ended up being a flop. it was better than s5, but that's really not saying much . i wish FB would just take their time—s1 and 2 had a whole year long gap between them. but it's clear that rushed seasons are gonna be the norm, season 8 is dropping in february . capitalism ruins everything luv x

#making a separate post about the art for the sake of my own eyes...i really hate making long posts #love island the game #litg #litg season 7 #litg s7 #litg spoilers

[valentina-arrington]

"Sweet dreams, my darling."

It was Tuesday evening, the 13th of February, and Valentina was tucking her son Diego in for the night. Gently pulling up his comforter, she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his forehead before getting up and heading for the door. There, she lingered a while longer, looking on to her son as he peacefully slept. It was the only sight that could soothe her heavy heart these days, but was grateful for it nonetheless.

Valentina had kept the door ajar before heading into the kitchen to deep clean the area despite it already being pristine. But she needed the distraction, desperately.

It wasn't a minute into sorting out her pantry when she heard a knock at the front door.

Valentina's head whipped around at once, her gaze following the sound; it had startled her. Although it was only past eight o'clock, she hadn't been expecting anyone. Momentarily abandoning her task, she slowly made her way into the living room to see who'd come uninvited.

"Dios mío..." Valentina sighed in great relief as soon as she saw her twin sister, Catalina, standing at her threshold. "You could've called first, you know?" she chuckled, though her heart was still racing.

"And miss that ghostly look on your face?" teased Catalina as she stepped into Valentina's humble abode with a hug. "Besides, I did," the older Arrington pointed out, setting her bag down and taking her shoes off. "You just never answered."

"Ah..." Valentina remembered she hadn't touched her phone for days. "I've been busy," was all she said, not quite meeting her sister's eyes. "Would you like a drink?"

Catalina nodded in response, uncharacteristically quiet. Watching her sister make her way into the kitchen, Catalina frowned. She was right to come, she thought to herself. Something was not right. Valentina may have always been the quiet one but even then, she had such light and warmth about her. But now, it was nowhere to be found.

"Need any help?"

"No, no, I'm good," assured Valentina, who looked seemingly lost inside her pantry, rummaging for something. "I know it's here somewhere..."

"Take your time," Catalina assured her as she took her phone out to text their brother, Oliver. She had locked her screen just in time for Valentina to walk back in carrying a bottle of tequila that looked like it had been buried there for a decade. Upon closer inspection, it didn't look like there's much left. "Is that the same bottle we had at graduation???"

"Yeah! Can you believe it?" Valentina laughed, opening her cupboard to reach not just for one, but two clean glasses.

"You drink now?" Catalina was surprised. Since her partner had passed, Valentina hadn't touched a single drink. Not for a night cap, not on girls' night out, not even for the holidays.

"I drink now," was all Valentina said, busying herself with pouring out the last of the tequila from the bottle. It was all she could do not to meet her sister's eyes, knowing Catalina would be able to see right through her the minute she does.

As they picked up a glass each, another knock was heard.

"What the—...?" Valentina wondered before she could even lift her glass to her lips. "Who could that be?" Frowning, she started for the door when Catalina stopped her with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry, it's just Ollie," she casually replied, as if she had been expecting him this whole time.

"Oliver? Why?"

"So, someone can watch over Diego while we go out tonight," Catalina explained, already opening the door. "In case you've forgotten, it's our birthday," her twin sister reminded her with a chuckle.

The reminder served as an unexpected douse of cold water on her face. It was their birthday! How could it have slipped her mind?! Shit!

"What about Alice?"

"Alice is here," piped in their sister-in-law from behind her towering husband.

"She's coming with us, too," Catalina said matter-of-factly, before turning to Valentina. "So go on, get ready! That bottle of yours is not going to be enough for us, so we might as well go somewhere with more drinks, good music, and dance the night away!"

"But—...?"

Catalina excused them back into the kitchen for a little privacy. For a second, Valentina's heart was hammering. She really didn't want to have to explain her lack of enthusiasm tonight. But surprisingly, Catalina didn't say a word. She simply cradled her younger sister's face and looked her in the eye for one quiet moment before pulling her into an embrace Valentina didn't realise she needed. Burrowing her face against her sister's arms, Valentina cried for the first time in a decade. Whether her tears were borne from pain or relief, she wasn't quite sure, but she knew this much: she was beyond grateful that she didn't need to explain herself to Catalina. She just knew. And that was enough — at least for now — to give her room to breathe.

"Happy birthday, Cat," she murmured sincerely.

"Happy birthday, Valé. I love you."

* All conversations are in Spanish.

#[ valé arrington || narrative 02 ]

[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 3 god, i hate you!

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"i should've called bullshit the moment i saw those 'jake being the sweetest idol' compilations on youtube." you say opening a drawer that revealed a poem.

"just because i'm not nice to you doesn't mean i'm rude to everyone else." jake laughs reading the poem besides you.

"you know when i heard i was mc-ing with you i did my research because i was so excited to interact with someone who i thought would be an absolutely sweetheart." you laugh, "instead i got you."

"it's not bullshit, you just happened to get the short end of the stick." jake tells you, putting the pieces of the poem together to solve something. "we could've grown to like each other if you just held your anger in and waited for me to warm up to you."

"oh so now i'm temperamental?" you argue stepping closer to him. "you're going to call me temperamental even when you're the root of my anger?"

"it's not that deep y/n, just suck it in." jake tells you rolling his eyes, "can you pass me that?"

you take a deep breath and walk away, "i'm out of here, i can do with no phone if it means i get to leave."

you go back to the entrance and exit the escape room making your way back to the van. "stupid, entitled, rude ass mother-" you begin before the vibration of your phone ringing in your pocket distracts you.

"hello?" you answer after clicking the green button to pick up.

"go back inside y/n." your manager tells you on the other end of the line.

you look at your manager inside the van who shows nothing but anger on his face. it's almost as if there are flames in his eyes and smoke is coming out of his ears.

you storm back inside the escape room to see jake still solving the puzzles, "look who's back, i guess you really can't live without your phone."

"jake, i'm going to give you 30 seconds to shut the fuck up because if you don't, i might end up in jail." you tell him, shoving him off the chair.

the two of you manage to work quietly and escape the room even though you left him alone in there a while ago.

"so, do we ever have to do this ever again?" you ask your manager as you leave the escape room.

"you guys are going to hang out every friday after music bank until the resentment for each other is completely gone." his manager tells you guys as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"hell no." jake barks angrily. "i am not wasting any more of my time just to hang out with her."

"what makes you think i would want to waste my time on someone like you either?" you argue, ready to rip each other's heads off.

"what are you guys? five?" your manager asks annoyed, "grow up and start treating each other with respect. people have eyes everywhere and one day you will not be able to hide how much you guys hate each other resulting in the downfall of not only you guys, but your groups as well."

the two of you look at each other and roll your eyes. "this is your fault." you mouth to the boy.

you open twitter on your phone to be greeted by fan edits of jake and you which makes you sick to your stomach resulting in you putting down your phone after exiting out the app. they might as well take away your phone if all you're going to see is edits of you and some guy you really, really hate.

eventually you reach your dorm and thank jake's manager for driving you back. the moment you step into the dorm the rest of the girls are in the living room watching something on the tv screen.

a member stands up and walks to you, "where've you been?" miya asks as you take off your jacket and hang it up.

"i'm being forced to hang out with jake every friday after music bank." you tell her as you now take off your shoes.

"it shouldn't be too bad, he's nice isn't he?" she asks, walking with you to the kitchen.

you put your cup against the fridge as water fills it up, you take a sip and look back at miya, "yeah sure, he's sweetheart." you lie. "i just would rather come straight back and relax, you know?"

miya nods, "i would prefer to come straight home too, at least he's not overbearing though."

though you wanted to laugh and tell her how wrong she was about him, you knew that keeping your relationship with him under wraps would be the safest route.

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[starandcloud]

I still need you

Tw: Death, unaliving oneself, blood, funeral

Today was... Weird, usually you messaged and spammed the shit out of Natasha while she was at work but... you had been radio silent all day. Not even Tony had heard from you, and you typically told him if you didn't feel well. Just in case something came up, a procaution. The last thing Natasha expected was to find the bathroom locked when she came home, maybe you were using it? But... why would you lock it..? She shook off the chill that went down her spine when she knocked and softly called out your name.

"Y/N..? Love? Are you in there?"

The silence only made the chill return and she began to panic, maybe you had left and accidentally locked the door before you left? Quickly checking her phone, she noticed she had a message from you. My Love: I love you with my body, heart, and soul to death. Thank you for being in my life, you were the greatest partner and I'm sorry Nasha.

The message made her panic, her phone dropped and raise her foot. The door came down in splinters, adrenaline pumped through your veins as her eyes flicked around the room looking for you. When she did find you, her blood froze. Blood had pooled around your wrists and had stained your arms and shirt, the crimson life drained from you as she rushed towards you. Her knees hitting the ground as she frantically checked for a pulse. Her jeans becoming blood soaked and her hands were covered in blood as she felt the faint ba-bump ba-bump of your pulse she shakily picked you up and fumbled towards the bathroom door.

"Please... Please don't leave me..."

Natasha begged as tears welled in her eyes.

Every red light made Natasha's heart race, she only had so much time until she was to late. Recklessly swerving in and out of traffic, her brakes screeched to a stop and the next few things were a blur. She didn't remember picking you up or rushing in or screaming help. The last thing she remembered was the doctors taking you from her and wheeling you away, she tried to follow but a nurse gently grabbed her arm and Natasha sank to the floor. Her legs ached and she just wanted to hear your voice again, you were her love and her life. What would she do without you? Her body ached as she paced back and forth in the waiting room, she had been given scrubs and washed up. The nurses gave her crackers and water to put on her stomach, but she hadn't eaten yet. She needed to know you were okay. It had been three hours, and she hadn't heard anything from the doctors.

"Mrs. Romanoff?"

The voice made her stop and her body instantly moved towards the nurse, her arms grabbed ahold of his upper arms as she stared desperately into his eyes.

"Are they okay? Please please please please tell me they're okay, please let them be okay please..."

She begged, but the apologetic look from the nurse let her know it all.

"I'm sorry for your loss Mrs. Romanoff, they passed a three-fifty-seven this morning..."

That's the exact moment Nastasha's world stopped, tears silently rolled down her face as she was sat down. This is a sick joke. This has to be a sick joke but... You would never do something like this to her... this was real... She had actually lost you, you had permanently left her, all she had left was your promise rings. Looking down at the copper ring, her heart cracked a little more. You loved copper rings, they were "so underrated" you told her. You hated Silver and Gold, they were "overused" and "tacky" just like Diamonds and emeralds. So the rings were Copper and Opalite, your favorite crystals. Natasha gently played with the metal around her pinky as she whispered.

"Please... do-on't leave me My Love..."

Her voice cracked as she bit her lip. She wanted to walk through your hospital room doors and watch you sit up and softly ask to go home, you hated hospitals. You hated the smell, the sight, the sounds, the people. You hated the hospital because someone always died... No one could've imagined you would've died in one.

Silently watching as everyone paid their respects, she was the last one to go up. Staring down at your face, she almost laughed. You hated make-up and dresses, and here you were. In both. Her fingers gently pressed to her lips before pressing to your forehead as she quietly whispered.

"I'll meet you again one day... One day we'll be together again, and I hope life treats you better My Love..."

#natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #Natasha x reader Angst #faeriesberries

[mnoa]

grief (xxx n reader)

im emo so time to write a fic to let it out 😻 u can apply this to any male character u want but im just gonna tag genshin cause im not in many fandoms sooo 💋 AND AYO I LEARNED HOW TO PUT GIFS 💪 mentions death !!!

It's weird without you around.

He missed your scent, your smile, your presence, everything. His life was so perfect with you in it. A loving partner, a wonderful home, and loving days. You were absolutely everything to him.

He really regrets having those arguments with you. He could've just said sorry and moved on to prevent it from happening. He wanted to jump off the balcony right at that moment.

He held a photo of you two, keeping it close to him. Tears running down his face. He missed you so much. All he wanted right now was for you to hug him tight, tighter than you ever have before. He cried, hard. Even though he knew no one would come to his rescue, especially you.

He picks his head up and goes to the kitchen, trying his best to not break down and cry uncontrollably. He picked up a glass, trying his best to swallow it. You would always remind him to drink water, making this even more dreadful. Before he could even swallow it, he falls to the ground, crying loudly.

Jesus, how hard he wished you could hear him cry your name, for you to come back and tell him everything was okay.

It hurt him so much. He always hated waiting for you, but now it was an endless wait. He would never see you again. He would never wake up to your beautiful face resting near his. He would never be able to do all those things you did together again. Everything reminds him of you.

The tears aren't merciless as they fall down his "perfect, handsome, pretty face", just like you said before. Your hands, soft as silk, run through his hair and down to his jaw. You would give the most comforting gaze anyone could ever give to a poor grieving man.

"I'll always be here for you, okay?"

He cries louder, the tips of his fingers going pale white as his grip loosens on the counter. He falls down, back against the counter cabinets. His vision, faded and blurry. Just like how he thought of his life now that you were gone.

You were up there, and he was still stuck down here. Waiting for you.

"An endless sleep" is what he called your heart-breaking ending. A rainy night is what awaited your death. It was the first that month, and the month was nearly done. Thunder follows the strike of light outside. The weather represented what he felt, never-ending, never silenced, out of control. The rain was like his tears, falling down with solid power, drenching anything it hit below.

"I'm sorry" is what he muttered. To who? To himself? To you. He felt so sorry for you. He would've felt so much better if it was him who replaced your place on that bed. He knew that many people loved you compared to him. He was nothing but an unloved piece of shit.

He knew you were dying, but he wasn't sure until you told him weeks before. He knew he was wrong to get mad at that moment, but how could you take more care of him when you yourself were dying? Slowly walking towards inevitable death. He was sorry he couldn't do anything. How could you not do anything as well? You had a choice, to live or not. But what he didn't know is that you've been in pain for long, too long. You've accepted your death. You knew it was better to end it than continue in pain.

He fell into silence. A sigh is what left his tired mouth before he slowly picked himself up and went to bed without any preparation. He silently and hardly wished that he wouldn't wake up from his slumber, just to meet you again.

all i can say is my toes hurt writing this and i had intense period cramps so i hope u liked this 💗💞

#genshin angst #genshin impact #mona genshin impact #childe x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #venti #genshin venti #diluc #diluc x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader #y/n #genshin #story #writer #i love you #death #dead #LOL #genshin x you #kiseatories

[egopocalypse]

We fought hard, folks. Thanks for those of you who voted for me.

Disclaimer: I couldn't follow your prompt exactly. I hope what I have instead is okay.

The night he wakes to a knife at his throat, Marvin was prepared for it.

The first spell flings out before he's fully out of bed, rolling out of the covers and under the frame for a better vantage point. From the shadows, a hand grabs him by the ankle and drags him out, but a light spell dispels it before the knife impales his throat.

He fires off a blasting spell, which his attacker dodges (and it destroys his dresser, how rude), but it puts space between them, enough for Marvin to stand and face his assailant for the first time in the fight.

"Could you have picked a better night to try and kill me? I have a very busy day tomorrow," Marvin says.

Anti grins, grip light on his knife, yet still poised to strike. "That isn't how you treat an old partner, is it, pet?"

Marvin rolls his eyes. "If you wanted to meet with me that bad, you could've found a nicer way than attacking me in my sleep."

"You've never complained before," Anti says. "It keeps you sharp; it keeps you active, alert. You never would've avoided the rest of that old mage group of yours without it. Without me."

Marvin grits his teeth. Seems the bastard is just as cocky as ever. The worst part is that Marvin can't help but admit he's right.

"What do you want?" he bites out.

Anti's eyes burn, an old, familiar rage boiling underneath the casual facade.

"I wanted to make you an offer, pet, but I might need to teach you a lesson instead."

Marvin hates how his heart rattles in his chest. Even after all these years, that damn contract and conditioning bites him in the ass.

"My apologies, sir," he says between clenched teeth. "What do you need of me?"

That damn smirk finds its way back on Anti's face. "Better, but we'll address that tone of yours later."

Anti leans against the wall next to the destroyed dresser.

"What do you know of IRIS?"

Marvin's eyebrow raises. "That little group? Why are they your targets?"

"Answer the question, pet," Anti snaps. "Neither of us have all night."

Ugh. Anti better leave him alone for a decade after this.

"They collaborate occasionally with the Magic Circle to capture, contain, and learn about abnormalities outside the realm of science," Marvin explains. "Abnormalities like you."

For some reason, Anti loses some of his aggression. The alarm clock on Marvin's nightstand finds power again, blinking on and off until he has a chance to reset it.

"So they're idiots foolish enough to think they can contain creatures like me, hmm?" he says in a low, threatening tone. "Now that sounds familiar."

Marvin stiffens, magic welling up in his chest, at his fingers as it perceives the threat. He wishes he was wearing his mask.

"What do you want with them?"

Anti grins. "You'd have to be a lot more subtle than that to get that information out of me, pet. Lucky for you, you've pleased me, so I'll hand it over with only one little string attached."

Marvin's pride burns. He's so sick of that nickname, of weighing his options between death for treason or live under this thing's servitude, but he bites his tongue. He remembers the last time he challenged Anti so flagrantly, when he tried to use its true name against it. Though the scars have faded, the memories remain.

He has to tread the line here, and unfortunately, that means shutting the fuck up.

"They currently have something that belongs to me," Anti explains. "I know where it is, but I require intel about any threats when I retrieve it. Give that to me, and I won't call on you for the next six months."

Well, it isn't as long as he'd hoped, but it's better than getting that damn knife shoved in his face again. Marvin sighs.

"What do you need to know?"

When Anti's satisfied and finally leaves, Marvin resets his alarm and pulls out his phone, calling the first contact on speed-dial.

There isn't a greeting when the other side picks up, but there doesn't need to be. Marvin knows they're listening.

"Your least favorite anomaly's going after IRIS. Whatever you have of his, get rid of it quickly or send it to me."

A series of taps erupt on the other end. Marvin listens to the full message and snarls.

"What do you mean you can't? You know what he'll do to grab it!"

A louder, more urgent series of taps begin. Marvin sags against his bedpost and rubs his face. He's going to have terrible eyebags tomorrow.

"Fine. I'll figure it out then. Don't say I didn't warn you."

He hangs up, not waiting for a response, then flings the phone across the room. He takes one glance at the damage around him before giving up and going back to bed.

He'll deal with this mess in the morning.

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #marvin the magnificent #River's Writing #Man. It's been a long time since I've written these two bastards #I've missed them <33 #Anyway you get three guesses who was on the other side of the phone and the first two don't count #Idk if anyone still wants to be tagged for my JSE stuff #But if you do I might write more #Like I said: I missed these bastards

[always-andromeda]

This is such a fun and original event! Can you do Dark cocoa truffles for Jay, please? Thank you! Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

– 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: happy Valentine's Day to you too! and thank you, anon, both for the love and for choosing pain on this day. truly, Jay is one of my favorite characters to write angst for, holy hell.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pure angst and despair, abandon hope to all who read <3, nothing else I can think of!

It had been weeks since you broke up with him. And Jay hadn't so much as shed a tear. At first, his team had started a little joke amongst themselves: that maybe there actually is nothing that Jay cares more about than his cause. Not even a lost partner would phase him. K and Red had even started to place bets over when Jay would finally mention your name again.

Because that's another thing. Jay wouldn't say your name. Even though you'd known the group for years and it would've been perfectly natural for a conversation to drift into the territory of you, it never did. Jay's hard stares and tightly drawn lips always put a stop to that line of thought before it could bloom.

And the more time that passes, the less humorous the joke becomes. The more time that passes...the more worried his friends get. See, Jay is normally the pillar of their group; he has to be in order for anything to work smoothly. They thought he'd fold under the pressure at least once.

If anything he seemed to have taken it in stride. He runs faster, fights harder, and refuses to compromise. Any of the usual softness and eloquence that his team is acquainted with from him gets turned into an impenetrable shell and curt responses.

But when he is alone...oh, how his whole universe heaves. When he is alone, that's when his mind has the chance to run through the entire scene again. Where he can pick it apart and try to answer the question: What could I have done?

"I can't keep sitting around waiting for the day you don't come home."

Jay keeps his voice low and soft, "That won't happen. You and I are both well aware of the precautions that–"

You interrupt angrily, "What about New York, huh? I waited for a year while you were rotting in prison. For a whole year, I had to live without you. And I don't want that again."

"Well, I don't plan on that happening again."

"You didn't plan for it then," you shot back, staring at him with widened, hostile eyes. Daring him to have something clever or comforting to say.

But his mouth is dry. Jay has words for everything. Somehow, he doesn't have words for this.

There's a few beats of silence before you let out a deep sigh. Your voice is cold when you speak again, "This is why I have to go, Jay. I can't just be here...scared to death that one day I'm going to lose you for good. I can't do that to myself. I can't do that to you."

And for some reason, that sentence stuck with him more than anything else. Probably because there wasn't much else to remember.

It wasn't a dramatic break. Jay never quite settled anywhere, so it's not like there was an apartment of his for you to pick your things up from. All of his phones were burners for missions, so it's not like he missed any of your calls. And he was never one for gifts or trinkets; too much of a hassle to carry them from place to place.

With the sort of life Jay has, he doesn't connect with the physical things. So...in a way...you simply disappear.

In those moments where his chest shakes with dry sobs and he can't think of any sort of way that he could've made you stay without completely compromising his lifelong work...he wishes he were more sentimental. He wishes he could hold one of your shirts and feel nothing but the searing pain to come flooding in as he inhales your scent. He wishes for an apartment that is haunted by your figure. Because memory is useless to him now. Memory is difficult to shut off as soon as one lets them in.

That's why he doesn't dare to speak your name. Because he fears that as soon as he utters it, he would crumble entirely. Because as much as he would lay his life down for his cause...he would lay down his happiness for you. He couldn't make you stay; couldn't turn you into the stone he has become. I can't do that to you.

#chocolate box valentine event❣️ #paul dano #danonation #danocel #okja #jay okja #jay okja x reader #jay okja x you #jay okja x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[kyojimi]

My eyes are being mean smh but that won't stop me from writing Coralie BSD au -- "Moo Moo have you seen Karl? Is he with Ranpo? I can't find him anywhere- Oh I'm so worried." Poe said with a panicked voice, Mushitaro knows that Karl, the raccoon means the world to Poe. It's his first-ever friend, the one that gave him company and comfort whenever the author was down or in a terrible state. Usually, Karl ended up with Ranpo but Ranpo always left a note stating that Karl was with him. This time there doesn't appear to be a note in sight, "I'm sure Karl is around here somewhere, alright? We will find him. Give Ranpo a call or message- and stop calling me that ridiculous nickname." He complained, damn that detective for calling him that all of the time, now Poe's picked it up.

The author inhales and then exhales, trying to calm himself. "O-Okay, I'll call him," He turns away from Mushitaro. The cat-shifter hummed, stretching his arms in the air with a yawn, Shifting his attention from Poe's figure, he peered out the window. Surprisingly it's a good day rather than the usual rain that attacks the window, the latest storm was awful. Mushitaro swore that it would've taken out the glass if it had continued on for any longer but Poe replied with 'If that ever happens, I will get them replaced or replace them myself.' This reminds Mushitaro that the author has the ability to design and build. He often forgets that he isn't just an author but an architect too..

After a couple of minutes Poe returns from his phone call. Looking at Mushitaro with a look of defeat, it's clear just by that expression, Karl isn't with Ranpo then. Did the detective even pick up? Surely, when it comes to Ranpo, the male always picks up because he's usually slacking. “What's up?” The cat-shifter asked, leaning against the counter behind him.

“Karl isn't with him. I-I have no idea where he could be, I'm worried, what if he ran away?” Oh no. He could hear the shakiness in the author's voice, Mushitaro was upright in seconds. Pulling the other man into his arms to comfort him. “Hey, we'll find Karl alright? Let's go take a look around the neighbourhood, he's your raccoon, he'll never up and leave you.” He hoped he didn't know much about the raccoon despite living here. He somewhat regrets that he desperately wanted to help with the investigation of the pet’s whereabouts.

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They ended up checking the neighbourhood until the sun began to set, There was no sight of the raccoon anywhere and Mushitaro was losing hope that they'd ever find the pet but every time he opened his mouth to suggest they wait until the next morning or for Ranpo to use ultra deduction to find him. Poe would look at him with teary eyes and whisper if they could keep looking for a couple more minutes. How could Mushitaro deny his partner's request? Before Ranpo, before Mushitaro, the author had no one. He only had Karl to keep him company, to fill the void called loneliness, and despair. He knew how much Karl meant to his partner. Thus, he agreed to keep searching.

No Karl. Their search once again ends up being meaningless, Mushitaro is growing more and more worried by the second as he peers over at the author to check if he's alright. Of course, he wouldn't be alright! His animal is still missing, surely Ranpo would know what to do right? He bites at his nails anxiously. Trying to think of every place that the raccoon could've run off to, yet again he couldn't think of anything.

“He's gone.” Poe spoke up and Mushitaro felt his heart shatter at the quivering tone he heard. “Did Karl not like me anymore?”

The cat-shifter is by Poe's side in an instant, wrapping his arms around the author who collapses in his arms. “Hey, Karl loves you, Never think for a second he didn't, he may have gone on a walk and got a little lost okay? When we find him we'll be more careful with locking the doors maybe?” He suggested.

"You promise? Do you think he'd come back?" Poe asked, Mushitaro didn't know whether or not the raccoon would come back but he didn't have the heart to voice that towards the other. "Yes, he will come back, I bet he knows where home is off by heart. Karl is a smart animal after all."

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“How many times have I told you to not sneak animals into the base?” The man scolded the other, who pouted in response. “Come on Lippman! Look at how cute it is.” The man, now known as ’Lippman’ sighed with a soft smile appearing on his face. “You can't win me over with your cuteness, no matter how adorable you are.”

Piano pouted, holding the raccoon in his arms as if it were a baby. It's clear the man didn't know how to hold an animal properly which may be why the man isn't allowed a pet. “This is unfair, I want a pet to take care of, I promise to do good.”

Lippman raised an eyebrow, “You already have Albatross for that why need another one?”

Okay that's pretty funny. If he laughed Tross wouldn't somehow find out and come for his soul right? You never know with short bird's like him, vulture's even. They could be watching you every second, spying like hawks that wait for the perfect moment to strike. "I suppose you are correct but I want a real animal too."

The actor shook his head. “No and that is final Piano, you have a container of spiders in your room. Those are your pets that you allow to roam the house for whatever reason. I swear if I see another creepy crawly in my studio I'm slaughtering it.” The beautiful male complained, patting Piano on the shoulder before giving him a light shove towards the door. “Now go let that poor animal go, it's wild and probably has a home elsewhere.“

The piano-themed man huffed but doesn't disobey the orders he is given. He's the leader! Why the heck is he the one getting ordered around? He pouted and placed the raccoon on the door step outside of the house. “I'm sorry little fella but you cannot stay here, I know that Trossy may have agreed with me. Ice man may have reluctantly, Doc would've just tried to dissect you, it wouldn't be pretty either. Lippman is a big meanie!” He huffed, crossing his arms but couldn't help the smile that spreads across his face as the raccoon nudges his leg. Looking at him with those big, wide eyes filled with curiosity. “Bye, Bye little guy.”

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Time continues to tick over and over. Mushitaro is the only one awake in the mansion at this moment, Poe had fallen asleep leaning against the front door but Mushitaro moved him to a more comfortable place such as the sofa. There is no way that he'd be able to get the much taller man to the bedroom. So the sofa will work for now.

Ranpo isn't coming home tonight either as he's being held up from work, he's a little worried about that but he knows to put his trust in the detective. He's smart, he knows how to get himself out of trouble if need be.

Now, the cat-shifter is still awake for one reason and one reason only. Waiting for Karl to come home, he still had a shimmer of hope that the animal will return. He didn't want to wake up the next day having to tell Poe that he didn't come home. His heart won't be able to take that pain and you know what?

Mushitaro is grateful he stayed awake because if he was asleep he wouldn't have heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps. The sudden paw that clenches onto his leg, “Huh?” He shook his head with a yawn. Looking downwards, half awake. His eyes land on the fuzzy raccoon, his heart racing in his chest– in seconds the raccoon is scooped up and settled down on his lap. “You really did come back home. Poe's been worried sick, so have I been, even Ranpo! You can't just run off like that alright?” He lightly scolded the animal, Karl purred and curled up on his lap in response. Seeming to be just as tired as he is.

He supposed he could get some shut eye now that the situation is solved now.

#bsd #mushipoe #mushiranpoe #the flags bsd #this was rushed

[one-vivid-judgment]

Could I please request sfw and nsfw headcanons for Shioya, Izumida, Takano and Morita?

God, I didn't remember how down bad I was for Izumida. It's the Ray Chase effect, I swear. I also didn't remember Takano, but one look at him and he is giving babygirl HARD.

Satoshi Shioya

• Believe him when he says he never thought he'd settle down. Like, ever. He had a great time going to hostess clubs and strip clubs pretty much every night, so why would he change that? Shit, he probably met you at a club and/or had a one night stand with you before you were even official. And then he called you up a second time and he knew he had it bad. 

• Outside of work, he is actually a pretty chill, fun guy. He also has no filter whatsoever, so he can say the most out of pocket shit and it will make you laugh because of how absurd/inappropriate it is. He does it on purpose sometimes, just to hear you laugh.

• Dress sexy. Literally just dress sexy. It doesn't even have to lead to anything sexual (although it most likely will, let's be honest), he just loves the confidence you radiate when you are feeling good about yourself. And if you're not confident? Then he'll make damn sure you become confident—you are the sexiest thing he's ever seen and he will remind you literally every time he sees you.

• Public. Sex. His libido is VERY high, and sometimes a man just has his needs when he is outside. It gets worse when you wear one of your sexier outfits that you know he loves—he just can't help himself, really. He'll be slipping a hand down your back to cop a feel, and that's all it takes to make him hard. And what's wrong with finding your partner so sexy you can't resist them, even in public? 

• Has the dirtiest mouth you've ever seen. He's been around the block A LOT, so he has mastered the art of mixing praise and degradation. Things like, "Beautiful little slut, feel so perfect around my cock". If you like one more than the other, he'll pick up on it, no need for you to say a thing. 

• Unexpectedly, he is into being called Daddy. Shockers, I know. When I say it gets him going, I mean that you need only say the word and he'll be all over you in a second, hands slipping under your shirt and mouthing at your neck. It's already really easy to get him horny, but this is the fastest way. 

Keigo Izumida

• A bit of a show off when it comes to dates. Will try to blow you away making reservations at the fanciest restaurants, in and out of the city. Gets you the biggest rose bouquets you've ever seen to show he doesn't mind spending money on you. Jewelry and clothes are off the table for a while though, until he feels like he knows you well enough, because what if he fucks up and you don't like the ring he got for you? What then? Does he just pawn it off? 

• He can be a bit too headstrong. Meaning, if he feels he's right, he won't be swayed otherwise. You've gotten into a few arguments that way. When that happens, it can take up to a whole day for him to apologize. If he was in the wrong, he will admit he was—if he was not, he will admit he could've handled the situation better despite that. 

• He is an early bird. He's always up before you to get a morning workout or a run, then shower before going to work. You usually wake up to freshly brewed coffee and a kiss from him. You don't get much time together before he has to leave for work, but he never forgets to kiss you goodbye and leave you with a "I'm off, dear. See you later."

• You won't ever talk this man into being a sub. Try as you might, Izumida is just too into being fully in control of the situation to willingly submit like that. It's not that he doesn't trust you, because he does! It's just too overwhelming for him, feeling so exposed. He will let you ride him and entertain some power struggle, but things like restraints or blindfolds are not his thing. He'll gladly use them on you though. 

• Man, does this guy enjoy a good blowjob and coming down your throat. Whenever he comes home after a stressful day at the prosecutor's office, you know to tell him to sit down, tie your hair up and kneel between his legs. Won't force your head down and make you gag though—he'll let you go at your own pace, petting your head and brushing stray hairs away from your face. 

• Angry, make-up sex is pretty common after you fight. He'll be way less delicate than normal, grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise and spewing some filthy lines. Not extreme dirty talk like Shioya, but filthy for Izumida. "Look at you. Where did all that spunk go? You're so hungry for it, you'd bend over and take me even when you are mad at me? You're simply filthy."

Sadao Takano

• He's had very few relationships in the past, too focused on his law studies and then his job to pay attention or properly nurture one. You are the most stable thing he's ever had, and to be honest, he wouldn't trade you for the world. It feels so nice, having someone waiting for him after he's out of work and with whom he can have a nice chat over wine and dinner. 

• Actually a pretty skilled cook. He kinda had to learn by force, since he's lived alone his whole adult life until you. He can make very elaborate dishes, too. Most times you don't even bother to go out for a meal; why would you when you have your own personal chef and you're his self-appointed taste-tester. 

• Dates are actually his favorite way to unwind. It doesn't even have to be fancy—just take him to the movies, or go out for a walk, or go watch the sakura trees together. And then you come home and pop open a wine bottle while some of his favorite music plays in the background. Two glasses in and you'll be tipsy and dancing all over the living room, laughing like a couple of idiots. He loves it, hangover the morning after be damned. He is too much of a lightweight. 

• Fuck the stress out if this man. Seriously, do it. He'll try to play hard to get at first, but a few touches here and there and he'll become putty in your hands. He is like the polar opposite of Izumida in that regard: it's so easy to get him to be subby. He makes the cutest noises and is stupid sensitive to boot, so you know what to do. 

• Much more into giving oral than receiving it. He won't say no to a blowjob, but if he has to choose, he would rather eat you out. It's so much fun to tease him about it, too. Just deny him for a while a d he'll be whining and all but pleading 'Please, let me put my tongue in you?' Just absolutely freaking adorable all around. 

• His guilty pleasure is getting dirty texts and nudes while at the prosecutor's office. He'll stay professional and absolutely not touch himself, but it riles him up regardless, knowing that anyone could catch him staring at a picture of you lying in bed and humping his pillow. 

Kunihiko Morita

• Everyone at the prosecutor's office knows you. Morita doesn't go around showing off and talking about you all the time, vut he doesn't keep your relationship a secret by any means. He has your picture on his desk and will casually drop your name in conversations here and there. What finally convinces everyone that he's definitely dating somebody is when he comes to work with a homemade bento one day. 

• Being chief prosecutor is hard work. It doesn't leave him with much time for himself, but he'll still find a free few minutes to text or call you and check on you. Conversations need to be kept short for the most part, but his voice is dripping with affection when he asks how your day is going. 

• He can keep himself working insane hours at home. Some days paperwork just screams to get done before he gets to do anything else. If it's way past midnight and he is still at it though, all you need to do is come up from behind, hug him and take off his glasses. A kiss on the cheek, a 'Let's get to bed, you need your beauty sleep too', and he'll be wrapped around your little finger. 

• His libido is rather low and he is more on the vanilla side of things. Whatever you like, he is willing to try—so long as it doesn't involve degrading or hurting you. That's the one line he won't cross. You are too precious to him for him to call you a whore or slap you across the face. 

• He loves when you get dolled up for him. Not even necessarily lingerie, just anything pretty—lace, backless dresses, things like that. It just makes him want to get on his knees and worship you. He actually will if you let him. 

• Honestly, it's more love-making than straight up sex with him. He mostly sticks to missionary so he can look you in the eye, and loves kissing your body all over, touching you just where you like it, maybe make you come on his fingers first before he gets inside you. It's all about your pleasure, and then it's his turn.

#ryu ga gotoku #judge eyes #judgment #lost judgment #.txt #anon ask #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #nsft headcanon #satoshi shioya #sadao takano #keigo izumida #kunihiko morita

[carsonian]

June and July Fic Recap: 9 Fics + 2 Chapters

So I wanted to come on here and take a moment to look back on all the fics I've posted over the last two months. I've been churning out a lot of content and while I'm always picking at what I could've changed and finding mitsakes (😉), I do also want to be self-aware enough to celebrate how much I've managed to write!

Wordcount!

SHE SAID WHAT???

Funny reads include: "like tony eyes man", "get steve back", "he's tony's rogers", "stark says look steve" and "want just arms". Also, I really do use the word "like" like (Um.) a true Gen Z. Huh!

Boring Breakdown Below:

June & July | Total Fics: 9 fics + 2 chapters for the WIP

June & July | Total Wordcount: 48,330

June & July | Fics Breakdown:

4 prompt fills

3 Endgame Mini-Exchange fills

1 one-shot

TLM!AU - fic 1/3

WIP - 2 chapters

June Fics:

"Ain't It A Shame, Too Bad?" | 4,505 words | G | June 8

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Tony was saved from drowning by a man he has yet to find. In other news, Tony's fallen hard for the mute, scrawny blond that washed up on his kingdom's shoreline two-and-a-half days ago. These two things can't possibly be related, can they? (Spoiler(s): They're related.)

"One Final Surprise" | 1,588 words | G | June 18

Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.

"Take Two: It Takes Two" | 1,234 words | G | June 18

Steve and Tony navigate the ups and downs of their first date. (Post-Endgame!AU)

"Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records" | 8,833 words | T | June 18

Tony recovers from his twenty-three days in space. Guess who volunteers to help him through it?

"You Can Never Get Enough (Enough Of This Stuff)" | 3,554 words | G | June 25

“No effing way.” Tony deadpans. “Tony!” Steve wheels around, arms thrown out in splendiferous delight, “Hey, everybody, it’s Tony!” (A.K.A. Steve gets drunk off Asgardian liquor and broadcasts his feelings towards Tony in the most ridiculous manner. This is incredibly confusing for Tony.)

The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma: Chapter 6/8 | 6588 words | E | June 24

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU. Because everyone needs a childhood-fav-fusion.)

July Fics:

"Sees You The Same As Before" | 2,886 words | T | July 3

Tony’s been dating Steve for five months and thinks he’s got their relationship totally worked out when Steve starts bringing up random moments from their past. Tony has a very normal reaction to it. For the prompt fill: things you said after we fell in love

"Such A Feelin' That My Love (I Can't Hide)" | 2,765 words | G | July 5

Steve’s birthday wish is to go on a date with Tony. He has to win him over first. For the prompt fill: AvAc Steve’s birthday

"Be Their Own Star Witness" | 9,017 words | M | July 14

Leading up to their wedding, Steve and Tony make a pact not to start any arguments with each other. This is a problem. Tony finds a unique solution, and Steve reaps the benefits. For the prompt fill: things you said when you thought I was asleep.

"Transcendental Blues" | 1,177 words | G | July 17

The best place to be after an argument with your partner is in the collapsed ruins of a building. Having said partner as your only company and being mortally wounded is an especial bonus. For the prompt fill: trapped together while one of them is injured

The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma: Chapter 7/8 | 6183 words | E | July 31

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children. Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep. (The Mysterious Benedict Society AU. Because everyone needs a childhood-fav-fusion.)

If you're still here, have a dance with me.

#i have posted 122358 words this year (so far) #and considering i got 97k last year total i'm gonna take this as a win #when maybe i should take it as a sign of me spiraling.... #my fics #stevetony #fic writing #fic recap

[musingsofmyown]

Johnlock (obv)

highschool lab partner au

(i do not fully understand the term crack as english is not my first language, so i suppose you can choose!)

teen rating, i suppose

out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

so sorry if this is a little bit of an unclear description! i am new to fanfic terms in english! but i love your writing and woukd love to see your take on this ❤️

AAA

OMG

how did you know my favourite Teen!lock trope 🥰

(also, your description is perfectly fine my friend, no need to worry)

Crack is like a funny out of character based fanfiction. For example: Sherlock is canonically really serious and only makes a joke when it's relevant. But Crack Sherlock makes dick jokes every five seconds and smacks John on the arse every single time.

Out of My League

  "Hey Johnny boy! How was your first day in London?" Harry called from the couch, a rare occurrence,"Beat up some nerds?"

  "I don't 'beat up nerds', Harry," John hoisted his black and red bag up his shoulder,"Where's mum and dad?"

  "Could've jumped off a cliff for all I care- I get to watch telly," she flipped through a few channels,”But honestly? No clue.”

  “Right, well I’m going to take a nap,” he started up the stairs, tossing his schoolbag into his room before following and shutting the door.

  John had an interesting first day at London Academy, ever since moving down from Edinburgh, he’s felt a bit out of place, and this school only made it worse. Not knowing a single soul in the entire system made him uneasy, he felt small, as if everyone knew he was some new kid that would be easy pickings. It was the middle of the first semester for Christ’s sake! 

  Even being a posh school, it still had its downsides, now the bullies weren’t just mean, they were mean and could leave an insignia on your forehead from a 24 karat gold ring on their fingers.

  That being said, he didn’t necessarily get beat up, but he did encounter the bullies of the school. Donovan and Anderson, well… Sally and Philip, but their last names made it sound cooler; like a 007 movie. And the way he met them? The two idiots were beating a kid up, about his age, maybe a year or two younger, tall, lanky, a mop of curly brown-black hair, and blue eyes that could pierce right through you. Of course John helped him, told the bullies off and gathered all his things. They were apparently in the same Gen Chem class. 

  He plopped onto his bed, only bothering to kick off his shoes, and curled up under his blankets.

_________________

  “Lab partners? I usually get the last of the pick, but you seem suitable enough,” His voice was deep, very deep for their age.

  “I’m flattered,” He joked, though it seemed to go over the boy’s head,”Lab partners it is, I’m pretty shite at chemistry myself-”

  “Then you’re lucky to have me,” He offered one of the class folders to John,”My name is Sherlock, by the way, Sherlock Holmes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  John gratefully took it,”John Watson, and the pleasure is mine.”

  The teacher grabbed their attention by pulling down a diorama of the periodic table of elements,”Today we will go over the Alkaline Earth metals-”

  “Did you move here from Edinburgh?” Sherlock whispered.

  “Yea- how? Did you-”

  “I observed.”

  “Brilliant.”

___________________

  He awoke with a slight start as his alarm brought him out of a sleep-filled haze. John had apparently slept through the afternoon and night, rather than taking the quick nap he meant to. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shed his clothes from yesterday, tossing them in a pile, and put clean clothes on; that was the most effort he’d put into his appearance considering the bus would be pulling around in ten minutes. He practically sprinted out of the door with his bag haphazardly slung over his shoulder, not minding the yell out of the door from his mother demanding that he didn’t run in the house. 

  A few other kids from his street were waiting for the bus, one of which he recognised,”Morning Sherlock.” 

  “Ah, John, I wasn’t aware you rode this route,” the tall boy sounded pleased at the fact,”I assume your parents dropped you off yesterday.”

  “Ya, mum wanted a picture- embarrassing really-” John felt a blush come up on his cheeks,”and I assume you walk back in the afternoons?”

  “I do, mostly to people-watch. It’s fascinating what the general public will do when they don’t think anyone is watching.”

  John laughed at the mental image of Sherlock crouched in a bush with a pair of binoculars,”That’s fair enough. You like odd things, don’t you?”

  Sherlock looked near-offended,”Problem?”

  “Not at all, it makes you… not-boring.”

  There was a short silence, there was a certain tension that neither of them could place. Though in a moment of pure instinct, Sherlock reached for the shorter boy’s hand, grasping it comfortably. Nobody in the group saw,”I also assumed you were a bit out of my league.”

  “Seems that you were wrong.”

  “I’m never wrong.”

  “Wrong again, idiot.”

  “Terms of endearment already? You flatter me, John.”

  They both laughed; maybe school here wouldn’t be so bad.

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[piratecore-art]

Pairing: Harry Hook/Mal Bertha, Uma/harry hook, Mal bertha/ben florin

Song: bad idea by Dove Cameron

Could've said this day was coming

See your name light up my phone

Mal glanced down when her phone buzzed.

‘Harry Hook’.

She smirked.

“Hello?” She purred, tucking a strand of purple hair behind her ear before holding her phone up to it, the dragon-shaped gold ear cuff glinting in the sunshine.

You're having revelations

Wish you never let me go

“Hello, darlin’,” harry purred back. “What are you wearing?”

And you say that you miss me (I'm sure that you miss me)

Mal pursed her lips, glancing down at her purple and black leather clad body. She hesitated, tapping her chin, before answering-

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Good.” Harry’s voice was like melted chocolate- sweet, rich, and oh so dark.

Funny how you think you're such a mystery

Say you gotta tell me something face to face

“Listen, I called for a reason.” Harry’s voice grew serious.

“Oh?” Mal played casual, but inside, she felt a little bit of ice in her veins.

She and harry had been calling and sexting for the better part of a few weeks now, and as much as she loved the thrill, if their respective partners found out …

“Ben and Uma didn’t-“

“No.”

Relief flooded through her.

“I want to meet. In person.”

I know I shouldn't do it, but I'm gonna do it

Seems exactly where I shouldn't go, I'm running to it

Mal felt a thrill.

Was she really going to do this?

Sleep with- have sex with- Harry fucking Hook?

I've been trying out the high road, and I hate it

I've got a lot of sins, but you're my favorite

Mal arrived to the agreed spot late that night.

She rode her motorcycle into the dim-lit clearing. She dismounted in one stride, her short skirt fluttering around her thighs. Her panties were already soaked through, and the slick had left a stain on the seat beneath her.

She took off her helmet, dumping it on the ground beside te bike.

Her high heeled combat boots clacked against the ground as she walked across the stone-lined path and deeper into the enchanted forest.

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

“Hello, duckling,” a voice murmured behind her. Hands encircled her waist, and she spun around. Harry let out a small yelp at the blade suddenly pressed to his neck.

“Easy, Mal.” he nudged the dagger down and leaned in, running a finger over the underside of her chin. “It’s me.”

Mal sheathed the dagger and pulled him in for a kiss.

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

The kiss was hot and wet, all tongues and teeth. They pulled each other close, harry reaching to cup Mal’s ass as she moaned, pushing in to grab at his biceps.

Fuck it, let's do it again

You'll pick somewhere that's private

Where you and I can really speak

“You’re sure we’re alone?” Mal gasped.

“Aye. “

Harry hoisted her up with one arm around her waist and one under her leg, her long limbs wrapped around him. He pushed her back against one of the trees.

Go ahead and tell me something

That you learned in therapy

“My therapist says I need to stop seeing you,” Mal murmured in between kisses.”she thinks I’m addicted to you.”

Harry laughed. He nipped at her ear and slipped his fingers into her underwear, feeling at her soft, slick foldes.

Mal through back her head, her hair tangling in the rough bark of the tree behind her. Se moaned as his clever fingers delved into her dripping pussy.

And it's almost convincing (it's almost convincing)

But I've been known to go against my instincts

“Please, Harry,” Mal begged. “Fuck me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, just finally- ahh!”

She cut off with a moan as harry thrust into her, twisting his fingers just so.

And I know you're performing, but it's working for me

We can talk about it in the morning

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

Harry moaned with her as they pushed into another kiss, and his hands fumbled with the zipper on his ripped jeans. A moment later, his cock sprang free, and he was pulling aside her purple lace panties and pushing into her.

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

She felt so fucking full. His cock pullsed inside of her, making her moan.

“Harry- PLEASE!”

The son of hook abliged her, fucking her fast and hard, slamming her back into the tree over and over.

And then she was cumming, hard, soaking his length and he was inside of her, and they were-

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

Fuck it, let's do it again

The next morning, Mal was in a fabulous mood. She’d finally had her night with the famous harry hook, the boy she’d been after since they were teenagers.

Suck it, Uma.

She strutted into Ben’s office, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. “Morning, lover!” she hummed.

He didn’t respond.

He was too busy staring at an email on his laptop.

Bottom line, we made it out the first time

Still in love and half alive

“Mal. Did you- did you cheat on me?”

The email was from Uma.

Mal froze.

“I told you Harry and I would get you proof that she’s a cheater,” the byline read. “Shame. Maybe I can send Harry to comfort you next.”

Attached to the email was a video, followed by countless text receipts.

We didn't die, but no guarantees this time

We might

Mal was speechless. Harry… had done all this… to get a sex tape. To prove she was a cheater.

Baby, you're a bad idea, but I could do a few more years

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

All the proof ben needed.

Mal’s time as queen was over.

In the nick of time, I guess it didn't die

Can't say we didn't try, baby, we're a bad idea

Fuck it, let's do it again