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sex therapy :: 17. wicked games

chapter tags/warnings: family drama. mentions of masturbation. mentions of sex. infidelity/adultery. nonconsensual acts. manipulative undertones. strong language. classism.

word count: 3.6k

notes: this chapter incorporates the official manga relationships in the zenin household (link that illustrates the family tree). without further ado, i present to you the latest pov added to the fic: toji! likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated. xoxo

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Toji Fushiguro could not get his mind off of you.

Was that weird to admit?

When he last saw you two weeks ago in Teyvat’s meeting room, dolled up in that pretty pink dress, he had to wrestle every urge to push you onto his dick. All the times he had to retreat to his room afterward too—all because your one outfit had set off his imagination—forcing Toji to lock and then lean against his door so that he could palm himself through his sweats to dirty thoughts about you.

Gosh, what higher being in the universe allowed you to be such a hot and sexy tease? You sure loved prancing around with basically nothing and stealing looks at his colleagues as though he wouldn’t notice.

At this point, Toji was certain that he wasn’t the only therapist calling dibs on you. That most definitely pissed him off, though, because he explicitly told you that your pussy belonged to him.

Then why hadn’t you made another appointment these past two weeks?

Were you upset, perhaps flushed with utter denial, from the revelation that your husband had been cheating on you? Besides, he recalled how you had reacted so strongly to the information, racing away from the therapists who were just being honest with you.

In hindsight, Toji might have felt a teeny tiny bit bad about crushing your rose-colored glasses without much lead-up, but he was rarely the type to beat around the bush anyway. After all, he was the one to suggest a divorce in your first therapist appointment.

Of all things, echoing laughter was what finally grounded Toji’s wandering mind.

His green eyes fluttered rapidly, realizing that he had been in his office and staring blankly at his desk for... how long has this been? He glanced briefly at his tabletop clock. When he noticed how the time had advanced by thirty minutes, Toji rested his forehead on his left palm. “Damn...”

Given how he had a fully booked schedule today, he could not afford to dawdle in his thoughts. He had not noticed that half an hour had passed so quickly. How was it possible that thinking about one person (you) made him lose all sense of time?

He could do better than this.

‘Maybe you’re the one who needs a therapist,’ Megumi had recently pointed out to him in irony, and boy, do these words from his own eighteen-year-old son sting.

In contrast to himself, though, his co-workers had lately been in higher spirits than usual. That much Toji could ascertain given the hubbub that continued to filter into his suite. He would not have minded the phenomenon much had it not been for this gut feeling, this hunch, that you were the reason behind this change.

At his age, Toji has learned to mind his own business, but he still considered joining his colleagues by the reception desk to investigate. He stopped, however, upon noticing an article at his desk.

Right, this was what had derailed Toji from his work.

‘Look at this, boss,’ Geto had said when he first presented the printed webpage to Toji. ‘No wonder Y/N’s been lonely. Naoya literally took his side bitch to Mexico.’

The accompanying photo may be in low resolution, but Toji recognized the two figures hand-in-hand, stepping into a private jet. Their faces were shielded by baseball caps and face masks, their bodies clad in boring and baggy clothes. Consequently, Toji had to scoff, drumming his fingers along his cheekbone.

Another impeccable snapshot for our collection, huh?

Quite the scandal was brewing in Japan’s high society, not to mention how the illicit relationship involved your husband, and the therapists were merely here for the show. This was what the therapists were trying to advise you about before you promptly shut yourself away from them.

The love affair—especially involving a family as influential as the Zenin’s—should theoretically be all over magazines and newspapers, but any internet search for this image would prove futile. The Zenins were good like that, relying on under-the-table tactics to ensure that this photo would go nowhere.

Only thanks to his colleagues, who had extensive contacts throughout Japan’s many ranks, was Toji able to get his hands on this printed article before the magazine editors had taken them down.

Naoya, that cunning bastard.

If he had been in Cabo prancing around with his paramour, how did he so quickly realize that his images had been circulating among Japanese media? Or, more likely, was it his authoritarian father Naobito who informed his doltish son about the impending rumors?

Either way, Toji could not believe that he was affiliated with both assholes by blood, no less: Naoya, his cousin, and Naobito, his uncle. To think how he was involved again with the relatives who he had sought to avoid, Toji assumed that fate must love toying with him.

Already, growing up in the Zenin family was hell, to put things mildly: how they would obsess over power and prestige as though those two items alone determined one’s value as a human being, how they would scrutinize one’s every action because everything had to conform to their cookie-cutter standards, and then how they would abruptly cast aside those who strayed away from their ideals.

Toji, once an established member of the household, could speak from experience. Thus, blood relation meant nothing if these were the same people who had prayed for his downfall.

He recalled his relatives’ dirty glances when he announced his engagement twenty years ago, then the even nastier looks when he took his first wife’s surname as his own: Fushiguro. ‘She’s a woman too low for our caliber,’ Toji had been told.

He remembered the apathy he later received after his wife’s untimely death, followed by belittlement when he chose to marry again—this time, to a single mother. Perhaps he should have heeded his family’s advice for the last bit, but his decisions seemed right at the moment. During a desperate time, he provided his then-gradeschool son with a much-needed maternal figure as well as a stepsister.

His personal life already made him a deviant among his relatives, so when his family discovered his therapist ventures earlier this year, Toji was not surprised to be severed from the household he once had been considered to lead. Well, Toji was more relieved than bitter, anyway. He could now live life on his terms without worrying about what his father’s uncle’s second cousin twice-removed or some crap like that thought about him and his son.

As he gazed upon the pixelated photo again, he sighed and wondered: was this how low the Zenins have stooped since they had expelled him? A centuries-old bloodline built on relationships with the public and the powerful, now resorting to bribes and threats to sweep scandals under the rug? While watching the Zenin clan burn from afar was entertaining, the situation was also pathetic and sad.

To also think that his moronic cousin Naoya was now not only the household heir but also the current CEO of the family conglomerate. Not to mention that the family’s current patriarch Naobito seemingly turned a blind eye to Naoya’s flings. The older Zenin might have been a brilliant businessman back in the early ‘90s, but his elderly brain had deteriorated too far to see how, at this rate, his son would eventually drive the company and the prideful family to the ground.

Had you realized what you married into?

Probably not, but you didn’t deserve this.

Or, to put things the other way around, the Zenin family didn’t deserve you.

“Yo!”

Toji shot up from his seat just as his door crashed against the wall.

He turned to the sound’s source in surprise. Leaning against the entryway stood a personage with his white lab coat draped over his unsurprisingly shirtless chest. The incomer crossed his thick arms over his half-exposed tattoos, but one such arm frees itself to greet Toji with a mocking wave.

“Sukuna,” the older therapist grumbled, “I’ve told you to knock first.”

“Why?” the pink-haired man challenged, not caring how this must have been the hundredth time he heard the order. For him, this was in one ear and out the other. Rather than mind the complaint, he inspected his newly filed nails. “Worried I would walk into you fingering Mrs. Zenin again?”

“Only because that’ll make you jealous,” Toji retorted with equal spite, to which his colleague chose not to respond anymore.

Besides, as a savvy businessman, Sukuna knew how to pick his battles. He might come off as crude, but only because he understood that, with his financial acumen and incredible connections, he was an indispensable asset.

After some silence, Sukuna’s chest rose and fell with a long sigh. “Well, check your schedule, Fushiguro. You have an appointment coming up now.” Not only was he the most well-organized therapist but also the current receptionist on duty. He then huffed again. “Tsumiki’s mom has been waiting for you. I don’t know how you deal with such an impatient bitch. What the hell am I supposed to do when—"

And a hand shoved his face away before he could finish.

Sukuna, flinching from the unexpected approach, recoiled at a beaming woman that peered in from the door frame. Anyone would immediately notice that the overly excited client was beautiful. The plush of her full lips, the gentle arches to her face, the roundness in her doe-like eyes—her looks were akin to an angel constantly in awe. Most people could hardly believe that, with her youthful looks, she actually had a university-aged daughter (with whom Toji could see a strong resemblance, too).

Meanwhile, her large brown eyes scanned the office—the posters, the couch, the nearby mirror—until her gaze landed on Toji and lit up.

“Honey, I’ve missed you!”

Before someone could stop her, the woman welcomed herself into the premises, her lithe limbs swaying with her graceful figure. She sported a simple navy dress that contrasted with her true self because, as far as Toji knew, this woman was anything but simple.

In fact, as she sashayed into the room uninvited, Toji remembered the paparazzi pictures still sprawled on his desk. He caught Sukuna’s maroon gaze and scowled.

This is why I tell you to knock.

Hurriedly, Toji then pushed the photos under some files just as his client seated herself in the sofa seat closest to him. She then turned to her escort in the hall. “Thank you, Sukuna. You’re such a wonderful man.”

She might be oblivious to Sukuna’s irritation, but Toji did not miss the way his colleague hid a gag and rolled his eyes. “M'kay, whatever,” the pink-haired therapist muttered as he slinked back into the corridor.

Then, when Sukuna shut the door with him, she pressed her rosy lips together. “Aw, Strawberry Boy doesn’t want to join us. Guess he likes to play hard to get.”

“Mari,” Toji started, placing his right ankle over the other knee. He rested his back against his chair and held his hands behind his neck. “I do not think neither Sukuna nor any other therapist here is interested in you. Therefore, if you are seeking a summertime fling, I’d suggest you pursue someone else.”

Shot down, an exasperated Mari tossed her dark locks to one side, a die-hard habit of hers. “Like who?”

Like Naoya.

It was hilarious for Toji to think about how he was entangled with his cousin’s mistress, the very same lover in that paparazzi photo with the young executive. In fact, Toji had this theory that Naoya sent Mari here as a Trojan horse, a seemingly harmless client whose actual intention was to gather intel for the Zenin CEO from afar, a pretty façade to lure others into ruins. He didn’t have much evidence to back up the suspicion (yet), but he knew Naoya for long enough to be familiar with the silly games he’d play. Did Naoya and Mari really think that Toji would be so naïve?

“Well, in Tokyo, there are plenty of ways to meet people your age,” he finally suggested and had to suppress a slight smile before adding, “Unless...you’re into younger guys?”

Mari narrowed her eyes but for a millisecond. Had Toji not been at the top of his field, he would not have noticed. Nothing, however, got past him.

“But,” she responded, “I still like you most because you give me your time, Toji.”

Interesting. Because that would mean Naoya had been too busy for his poor sweetheart, hm?

No wonder Mari had been so frustrated. Life must be tough when one was merely the mistress of the Zenin Corporation’s CEO. Not only was Naoya Zenin a mediocre performer in bed, but the homewrecker role also came with no fancy balls, no formal recognition, and—if the affair was well-hidden—not enough public attention either.

Pity.

Toji leaned forward in one fluid motion, resting his elbows on his desk. “Do not misunderstand my intentions, though,” he clarified while lacing his fingers. “I spend time with you because, as your therapist, I am sadly obligated to do so.”

The woman frowned.

“Now, that’s not nice,” she pointed out, allowing her staccato to afflict him with guilt. "That’s not how to talk to your wife, my dear husband.”

And Toji snapped.

“Ex-husband,” he corrected forcefully. His startled client jerked backward in her seat, but that didn’t matter because he had to sternly remind her, “You were the one who filed for divorce, remember?”

Toji liked to think that he was a patient man. Well, he had to be. As he grew up, the pressure that came with the Zenin spotlight taught him to exert self-discipline and emotional regulation, skills that became even more pertinent in his current role.

As a licensed practitioner now, Toji was obligated to treat all clients equally regardless of background. But under no circumstance could he remove all biases when this was the very woman who split up with him, leaving his son Megumi and his stepdaughter Tsumiki under his care. Therefore, she had quite the audacity to keep visiting him at his office and still call him her husband, especially since she was Naoya’s mistress!

How sinister life could be. For years, no one—not even Toji himself—would have seen this coming: how his second wife would leave him, citing ‘irreconcilable differences’ on the divorce papers, only to become his first cousin’s secret girlfriend.

His sudden confrontation, however, must have caught Mari off-guard, for she began twirling at her strands again. “Just because we aren’t married anymore does not mean that I don’t think about you. It’s been so long since we’ve—"

“Three days,” Toji interjected. He had to hold his breath before his annoyance controlled him completely. “The last time you saw me was three days ago. That isn’t much long ago at all.”

The silence that ensued was admittedly awkward until Mari suddenly stood up.

For a moment, Toji had to hide his relief thinking that the appointment would end earlier than anticipated, but he should have known that Mari wouldn’t leave that easily. Instead, she approached him in slow steps, encircling the seated therapist like a vulture.

When she drew near, her hands skimmed up from his brawny arms to his equally well-built shoulder blades, gliding over his lab coat before her warm palms began to knead at his tired muscles.

“I...think about you more than I’d like to admit,” she whispered, an incantation that could set any lustful man’s heart ablaze. Her fingers continued to massage him in slow and circular motions, the gentle pressure over tight knots melting into a calm and comforting rhythm. “I care about you so...don’t be mean to me, alright? The words you sometimes say, they hurt me a lot.”

Her delicate hands crawled up to his chin next, her left thumb tugging at the plush pillow of his lower lip. The most dangerous thing about Mari wasn't how she embodied a young lady’s exuberance with a mature woman’s elegance. Rather, it was her ability to place spells like these. Back when he had less self-respect, Toji might have forgiven her and caved in, her simple but flirtatious touches like trances that could crumble his resolve.

But you still fuck your ex-wife?

Of all moments, your words from weeks ago decided to haunt him now, your revolted expression a clear image in his memory. His heavy-lidded eyes batted quickly as he came to a realization: Why was he doing this?

In the revelation, Toji stopped Mari’s wandering hands from traveling toward his black slacks.

“Mari,” he said very firmly. As he pulled her away from him, his green eyes held her shimmering brown ones. “No.”

“What?” Given the woman’s visible surprise, Toji could also imagine the smoke that fumed from her nose. After all, this was the same man who once would go weak on his knees for her. Mari stepped back, folding her arms defensively. “Why not?”

“You say that my words hurt you, but I would argue that you’ve hurt me far more,” the therapist explained. As he regained composure, he twirled his chair so that he could face his client squarely. “Have you heard? Your own daughter Tsumiki isn’t even returning to Tokyo for her university’s summer break because she is too ashamed to see you.”

“Good!” she shot, surprising the man with her soured temper. “Would not have cared to hear from her either! Tsumiki had always sided with you and your urchin-headed son. But you know what? You’ve changed, Toji. You, and all the other therapists here, too. I don’t know what has been up with you four, but this clinic was far better back when Naoya worked here.”

Toji had a talent for hiding the whirr behind his thoughts, but he could not conceal his surprise this time. Although he wanted to, he never bothered to mention Naoya in his appointments with Mari before. However, it turned out he didn’t have to be the first one to bring up his cousin since Mari did so herself. Had she not reminded him, Toji would’ve forgotten that Naoya was once a sex therapist too, the family pair once working several doors away from each other.

Since the opportunity already presented itself, Toji took the chance to inveigle his ex-wife. He stood up from his office chair and closed the little gap between him and his glaring client.

“Let me tell you something,” Toji started, his voice low but steady. “You genuinely think Naoya is all that great of a person? That man has received countless complaints from his former clients about manipulation and derogatory remarks. He’s disrespectful. He’s deceptive. He's a complete con man. Therefore, I would actually argue that our office is much, much better without that elitist and misogynistic asshole.”

Come on, woman. Take the bait. I’m waiting. Three, two...

“Naoya is not that kind of person,” Mari erupted, likely faster and with more fury than she intended.

Well, that was easy. Toji appeared unruffled from the outside, yet he grinned inwardly.

While he paid no mind to how the woman shook her hands from anger and flung a weak fist into his strong chest, he did—however—find more amusement when she added, “Spreading false rumors about your own relative doesn’t make you the bigger person.”

Unfortunately for her, she tended to act and speak before she thought, not realizing that rushing to Naoya Zenin’s side made her suspicious.

“What? Do my claims about ‘my own relative’ upset you that much?” Toji challenged, quoting her words. He rolled his shoulders back after pushing the woman’s hands from his pectorals. “He’s my baby cousin, so naturally, I have seen his good and bad sides. Just throwing that out there. Unless,” his voice then dropped into a deep bass, “for some reason, you know something I don’t...?”

The inflection in his tone was purposely inquisitive, and he raised an innocent brow with his questions. He could see the emotions that threatened to spill past her walls, from how she furrowed her brows in contemplation to how she pursed her lips in wrath.

But Mari bit her tongue at the very last moment. “No,” she quipped and folded her arms defiantly. “Naoya is not my business.”

Sounded rehearsed, but oh well. The paparazzi photos from their recent Mexico getaway might prove otherwise, though.

“If you say so,” Toji shrugged.

He was satisfied enough with Mari’s reactions to his cousin’s name, and he liked thinking about how two heartless people had found passion in each other. Just as Toji retreated to his seat, a knock rapped at the door and opened to Geto at the entrance.

“Time is up, boss.”

Even as the appointment ended and was followed by other clients that day, Toji’s mind buzzed into the evening.

Call him obsessed, but—for himself, for his son, for his stepdaughter, for his colleagues, and for you—he sought revenge. As Toji mulled over his strategy in his home library that night, he could feel himself about to detonate like a time bomb when the apartment buzzer rang unexpectedly.

“Megumi!” Toji’s low timbers boomed, hoping that his son would hear him from his room upstairs. He chased toward the entryway in hurried steps, calling the teenager’s name again because only the boy’s high school friends would be visiting at this hour. Toji swung the door open. “Megumi! Yuuji and Nobara are downst—”

His words vanished when, in the place of two bubbly teenagers, there stood you.

You raised your gaze from the ground, the overhead lighting leaving a warm glow on your features as you met Toji with reddened and lachrymose eyes.

“Can...we talk?”

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end notes: 1) For me, this was another challenging chapter to write, as I balanced between introducing the many layers behind our main therapist and inundating you—my lovely readers—with too much information without adequate context. 2) Originally, I had named Mari something else. I changed it because her name eventually reminded me of a different anime character and I didn’t want the association. Haha.

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mycadences · 2 months

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My Gwynriel headcanon is that because both Gwyn and Azriel are so incredibly competitive, whenever they have a card game or a chess match it will last literally weeks and they just hole themselves up in a cabin and are never to be seen again and people assume that they are doing the deed because of the mating frenzy but no they are just playing a normal game.

Azriel: Have you turned into a statue?

Gwyn: Oh shush you're distracting me. Or are you trying to pull some trick? *glares at him suspiciously*

Azriel: *raises brow* You've been accusing me of that for the past 4 hours 31 minutes and 23 seconds. And no, I don't need to resort to petty tricks to win.

Gwyn: *snorts* Right, because you aren't winning. *goes back to staring at the board intensely*

Azriel: *goes back to watching her with a crooked smile*

Shadows: *snoozing in the corner*

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #az's shadows are horrible chaperones #but who can blame them

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stevenose · 8 months

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how soon is now? (18+)

day 23/31 of the august writing challenge

today’s word: clingy

contains: steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; needy reader; masturbation/nipple play (reader); steve harrington’s polo collection; chastising; mentions of toys; mentions of sex

“Whatcha doin’, honey?”

Steve’s been reorganizing his closet for well over the past hour. He told you before it would take thirty minutes tops, but he’s gotten distracted with polos he forgot he owned. Now he’s trying on everything, taking what seems like five minutes per item before deciding to donate it or keep it. You’ve gotten tired of it, wrapping your arms around his bare midsection as he examines yet another collared shirt.

You really miss him.

“Waiting,” you respond, squeezing him gently and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning around to give you a hug. His fingers dance across your back soothingly, but he pulls away much too fast. You pout petulantly, irritated with him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I’m almost done, babe.”

He’s not even halfway through his closet.

“Steve,” you frown. “I really want you right now.”

He sighs, then leans forward to kiss you. He lets it last a little longer than usual to satiate you, but you’re still mad when he pulls away. “I have to get this done. I’ve been putting it off for way too long ‘cause you’re always here distracting me.”

You scoff. “Apparently it’s impossible to distract you. It’d go faster if you just threw all of these damn things away.” You rip the polo from his hand but he’s quick to snatch it back, tsking and smiling.

“That’s not very nice,” he scolds lowly, wagging his finger at you. You want to bite it off. “You know you love these polos, baby, know you like ‘em when they’re a size too small.”

He’s right but you wouldn’t admit it right now. Not when you’re about to have a tantrum. You don’t entirely know why you’re so upset at him, you just know you are. You take a deep breath and attach yourself back onto him as he turns himself back towards his closet.

“Honey,” he laughs, continuing to reach for a shirt. “What’s got you so clingy today, huh?”

“I just miss you.”

“I know what you miss.”

Sometimes it’s funny when he’s vague doesn’t elaborate, but it’s not funny now. “Oh, what? Don’t say another polo, Steve, I’d light them on fire if I could.”

Instead of answering, he takes one of your hands and slowly brings it towards the front of his jeans, right where his cock is. The smugness permeates off of him. You scrunch your nose, but you don’t move your hand. If you have to be a sex fiend to get his attention, you will.

“Who says I don’t just want to lay down with you, huh?”

“If I give you something to do, will you do it til I’m done?”

“Sucking your dick will be hard considering the fashion show -“

“Hey,” he says, turning towards you. His eyes are a little darker and he’s much more focused on you. His tone is stern. “You’re not doing anything for me, baby. Certainly not with that attitude.”

You clench your jaw. “Don’t scold me.”

“I’m not scolding you. I’m trying to give you something to do. And if you’re good at it, I’ll get done faster. Okay?”

Steve tilts his head, coaxing you to say yes. And you can’t say no to him. Like, ever.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Great,” he smiles. “How about you take that pretty outfit off for me first, okay? Don’t worry, won’t go in the donation pile.”

You do so, quickly, because the sooner you do whatever this is the faster he’s with you. Steve hums in satisfaction when you’re naked before him, finally giving you every ounce of his attention. “Get on the bed now, peach.”

You roll your eyes half heartedly as you do so, laying on top of his neatly tucked covers.

“Alright. Spread your legs and touch yourself for me now. Okay?”

“Steve,” you huff, though his imposing posture is getting you turned on. “Don’t be such a pervert.”

“I’m trying to help you pass the time, honey. You don’t have to, but you might get me to stop sooner if you do.”

So now you’re going to make it a whole show. You spread your legs and bite your lip as you touch yourself. You’re not exactly turned on, but you can get there pretty quickly. Steve nods, his tight jeans fitting tighter. “Keep it up, let me hear you while I do my work, got it? Every single pretty moan. Wanna hear all of it.”

“Okay,” you moan, and he can see through your shit. He turns around and continues sorting, stopping occasionally as you get more and more heated, your fingers slowly moving wetly and quickly.

“Mmmph, Steve,” you groan, squirming on his bed. You reach up to pinch your nipples. “Fuck, Steve, wish your mouth was marking me up….”

He sighs heavily, rolls his shoulders, and keeps searching his closet. “Nice try.”

You have to up the ante. “Your bed’s getting more of me than you are.”

He doesn’t answer, but he briefly pauses.

“Mmm, gonna smell like me later when ‘m gone… you’re gonna have to bury your face in the sheets while you jerk yourself off without m-me tonight.”

“You aren’t goin’ anywhere,” he huffs, but he’s getting a little anxious now.

“After I cum, I’d might ‘s well leave,” you continue, sighing a little as you stroke yourself. “Or maybe I sh-should go now ‘nd use one of my big toys to stretch me open.”

Though his back is still towards you and he’s holding up a pair of Levis, you can tell he’s not entirely paying attention to them. “You’d honestly rather go use one of your fake dicks to get you off?”

You smile. “Least they actually make me cum.”

“Okay,” he starts, turning on his heel and moving towards you, but you’re already sitting up and getting off the bed. He shakes his head and grabs you around the waist, throwing you gently back down onto the mattress. You’re giddy as he towers over you, eyes hungry and a little crazed. You can tell he’s a bit irritated with you, but you know he’ll be fine. He started it, after all. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“Finally getting out of your hair,” you say, feigning innocence. “I’m sure I can find another man to give me more attention, if not my dildos.”

“You make me crazy,” he half-growls, a little admirable at how quickly you made him crack. “I’m gonna fuck you til you can’t walk and you have to spend the night with me, got it?” He kisses you quickly. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Gonna make you spend the night, gonna spoil you til you’re tired of me.” He lifts your leg up and places it on his shoulder as he leans into you. “And you know what else?”

“What, Steve?” you say, hardly able to contain your excitement.

He leans in close, til his nose touches yours and your eyes cross as you look at him. “I’m gonna keep all my fuckin’ polos.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #august23 #might be the most in character i’ve ever written this man. lol

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majorhortonisonleaveinlondon · 1 month

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An updated (April 3, 2024 7:48am pst) list of WW2 movies and TV shows in chronological order

thought out WW2 -(Imitation Game 2014) -(The Book Thief 2013) -(The Zookeeper’s Wife 2017) -(The Pianist 2002)

1937

October 26, 1937 Defence of Sihang Warehouse (The Eight Hundred 2020)

December 13, 1937 Nanjing Massacre - (John Rabe 2009) - (The Flowers of War 2011)

1938

Fall of 1938 (Munich – The Edge of War 2022)

1939

Summer 1939 (Six Minutes to Midnight 2020)

September 3, 1939 King George VI first wartime speech (King’s Speech 2010)

September 17, 1939, Soviet Union Invitation of Poland (The Way Back 2010)

November 30, 1939 Soviet Union invades Finland (The Winter War 1989)

1940

April 9, 1940 Operation Weserübung -(April 9th [movie] 2015) -(King’s Choice 2016) -(Narvik 2022) -(War Sailors 2023)

April 27, 1940 (Into the White 2011)

June 4, 1940 -Churchill gives “We Shall Fight on the Beaches” speech (Darkest Hour 2017) -Dunkirk Evaluation (Dunkirk 2017)

July 10-October 31, 1940 Battle of Britain (Battle of Britain 1969)

1941

May 1941 (Call to Spy 2019)

June 22, 1941 Operation Barbarossa -(Fortress of War [The Brest Fortres 2010) -(Defiance 2008)

September 8, 1941, Siege of Leningrad begins. -(Battle of Leningrad [Saving Leningrad] 2019) -(Leningrad 2009)

October 1941 Battle of Moscow (The Last Frontier [The Final Stand] 2020)

October 1941 Battle of Sevastopol (Battle for Sevastopol 2015)

December 7, 1941, the Empire of Japan attacks Pearl Harbor (Tora! Tora! Tora! 1970)

December 8, 1941 Japan invades Shanghai International Settlement (Empire of the Sun 1987)

1942

January 20, 1942, Wannsee Conference (Conspiracy 2001)

February 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Greyhound 2020)

February 1942 (The Railway Man 2013)

February 19, 1942, Bombing of Darwin (Australia 2008)

Spring 1942 (U-571 2000)

April 18, 1942 The Doolittle Raid (In Harm’s Way 2018)

June 4, 1942 Battle of Midway (Midway 2019)

1942 Summer Occupation of Jersey Island (Another Mother’s Son 2017 Prime)

July, 10 1942 Easy Company Trains in Camp Tocca (Band of Brothers 01x10 Currahee 2001)

July 21, 1942, Kokoda Track Campaign (Kokoda: 39th Battalion 2006)

August 7, 1942, 1st Marine Division land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 1 Guadalcanal/Leckie 2010)

August 19, 1942, Dieppe Raid (Dieppe 1993)

August 23, 1942 Battle of Stalingrad begins (Stalingrad 1993)

September 1942 Formation of Troop 30 (Age of Heroes 2011)

September 18, 1942, 7th Marines Land on Guadalcanal (The Pacific Ep. 2 Basilone 2010)

Autumn of 1942 Battle of the Atlantic (Das Boot 1981)

October 18, 1942, Operation Grouse (Heavy Water War Ep. 2 2015)

November 8, 1942, Operation Torch (The Big Red One 1980)

November 10-17 1942 Vasily Zaytsev kills 225 German Soldiers during the Battle of Stalingrad (Enemy at the Gates 2001)

December 1942 The 1st Marine Division on Guadalcanal is relieved (The Pacific Ep. 3 Melbourne 2010)

December 15, 1942, Battle of Mount Austen (Thin Red Line 1998)

1943

March 13-14 1943, liquidation of the Kraków Ghetto -(Schindler’s List 1993)

April 17, 1943 Operation Mincemeat (Operation Mincemeat 2021)

April 19, 1943, beginning of the Warsaw Uprising (Uprising 2001)

May 4, 1943, Final Mission of The Memphis Bell (Memphis Bell 1990)

May 15, 1943, Salamo Arouch and his family arrive in Auschwitz Concentration Camp (Triumph of the Spirit 1989)

May 27, 1943 Louis Zamperini plane crashes on a search and rescue mission (Unbroken 2014)

May 30, 1943 first All-American Girls Professional Baseball League game played (A League of Their Own 1992)

June 25, 1943, 100th Bomb Group flew its first 8th Air Force combat mission (Master of the Air: Part One 2024)

July 1943 -(The Tuskegee Airmen 1995) -(The Liberator Ep. 1 2020) -(Heavy Water War Ep. 5 2015)

July 16, 1943, The 100th Bomb Group bombed U-Boats in Tronbhdim (Masters of the Air: Part Two 2024)

August 17, 1943 the 4th Bomb Wing of the 100th Bomb Group bombed Regenberg (Masters of the Air: Part Three 2024)

September 16, 1943, William Quinn and Charles Bailey leave Belgium (Masters of the Air: Part Four 2024)

September 18, 1943 John ‘Bucky’ Egan returns from leave to join the mission to bomb Munster (Master of the Air: Part Five 2024

October 14, 1943, John ‘Bucky’ Egan interrogated at Dulag Lut, Frankfurt Germany (Masters of the Air: Part Six 2024)

December 26, 1943, 1st Marine Division lands on Cape Gloucester (The Pacific Ep. 4 Gloucester/Pavuvu/Banika 2010)

1944

January 22, 1944, Battle of Anzio -(The Liberator Ep. 2 2020) -(Red Tails 2012) -(Anzio 1968)

February 20, 1944, Hydro Ferry bombing (Heavy Water War Ep. 6 2015)

March 7, 1944, Stalag Luft III Sagan, Germany, Germans find the concealed radio Bucky was using to learn news of the War (Master of the Air: Part Seven 2024)

March 24/25, 1944 Allied Mass Escape of Stalag Luft III (The Great Escape 1963)

June 1944 (Cross of Iron 1977)

June 6, 1944, 00:48 & 01:40 First airborne troops begin to land on Normandy (Band of Brothers 02x10 Day of Days 2001)

June 6, 1944, 06:30 D-Day landings -(Storming Juno 2010)

-(Saving Private Ryan 1998)

June 10, 1944, Easy Company Takes Carentan (Band of Brothers 03x10 Carentan 2001)

June 15-July 9, 1944 Battle of Saipan

-(Windtalkers 2002)

-(Oba: The Last Samurai 2011)

July, 1944 The Monuments Men land in Normandy (The Monuments Men 2014)

July 20, 1944 Operation Valkyrie (Valkyrie 2008)

August 12, 1944, The 332nd Fighter Group attack Radar stations in Southern France (Masters of the Air: Part Eight 2024)

September 15, 1944, U.S. Marines landed on Peleliu at 08:32 (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 16, 1944, U.S Marines take Peleliu Airfield (the Pacific Ep. 5 2010)

September 17, 1944, Operation Market Garden

-(Band of Brothers 04x10 Replacements 2001)

-(A Bridge Too Far 1977)

October 2, 1944 Battle of Scheldt (Forgotten Battle 2021)

October 12, 1944, Battle of Peleliu, Assault on Bloody Nose Ridge (the Pacific Ep. 7 Peleliu Hills 2010)

October 13, 1944, Rovaniemi public buildings were destroyed (Sisu 2022)

October 14, 1944, Erwin Rommel is arrested (Rommel 2012 Prime)

October 22/23, 1944, 2100 – 0200 Operation Pegasus (Band of Brothers 05x10 Crossroads 2001)

November 1944 middle of the Battle of Hürtgen Forest (When Trumpets Fade 1998)

December 16, 1944, Battle of the Bulge (Band of Brothers 06x10 Bastogne 2001)

December 1944 (Hart’s War 2002)

1945

January 2, 1945 (The Liberator Ep 3 2020)

January 10, 1945 (Attack Force Z)

January 13, 1945, Battle of Foy (Band of Brothers 07x10 The Breaking Point 2001)

January 30, 1945 The Raid at Cabanatuan (The Great Raid 2002)

February 14, 1945, David Webb rejoins the 506th in Haguenau (Band of Brothers 08x10 The Last Patrol 2001)

February 19, 1945, Battle of Iwo Jima starts. - (Letters from Iwo Jima 2006) - (The Pacific Ep. 8 Iwo Jima 2010) - (Flags of our Fathers 2006)

March 21, 1945, Operation Carthage (The Bombardment 2021)

April, 1945 (Fury 2014)

April 5, 1945, 506th Finds abandoned Concentration Camp (Band of Brothers 09x10 Why We Fight 2001)

April 26, 1945, near the end of the war in Europe (A Woman in Berlin 2008)

April 29, 1945, 45th Infantry Division liberated Dachau Concentration camp (The Liberator Ep. 4 2020)

May 2, 1945, Fall of Berlin -(Downfall 2004) -(Jojo Rabbit 2019)

May 1945 Battle of Okinawa -(Hacksaw Ridge 2016) -(The Pacific Ep. 9 Okinawa 2010)

May 7, 1945, Germany Surrenders V-E Day - (Master of the Air: Part Nine 2024) - (Band of Brothers 10x10 Points 2001)

July 30, 1945, USS Indianapolis sank. (USS Indianapolis 2016)

August 15, 1945, The Empire of Japan surrenders end of the War. -(Oppenheimer 2023) -(The Pacific Part Ten: Home 2010)

September 11, 1945 US Military search and Arrest Japanese Leaders for war crimes (Emperor 2012)

1946 April 29, 1946 Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal (Tokyo Trial 2016)

#band of brothers #masters of the air #the pacific #hbo war fandom #WW2 movies

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satocidal · 7 months

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Sine and Cosine — Gojo Satoru

A/n: idk what this is guys- not proofread, I swear I can do better <3

Parallel lines greeted at the infinite.

The function of sine - cosine danced unto all that was infinite.

31 days, 22 hours, 53 minutes and…22 seconds? A voice inside etched him wrong—he wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been at all in the past 31 days.

He knew the gist of it, he’d adopted, two children at that—you’d moved in with him, his house was full.

He felt empty.

Alone.

Nights drew in slow, a blanket of his own lonesome solace wrapped around his form—a parched look in the eyes, he just wasn’t sure.

His eyes flitted to the form beside his, you.

The duvet rested on your form a little more so than luxurious—dramatic in the sense it accentuated the curve of yours, revealing just the side.

Almost Naked you lay, almost naked he did too.

A sigh he let out, tired.

Exhausted.

Spent.

The door was locked- the hinge slightly crooked, he remembered how you and Suguru, as well as Satoru himself had been a cause of that- when you were kids.

Not long ago—felt a forever.

Eyes flitted here and there, as he did—a toss here and a gentle there, careful to not wake you up, you were stressed too.

Because of him, often, because of the kids.

He despises it—not the kids, not you—but everything else.

Satoru had begun despising waking up the mornings he used to rejoice - and train with Suguru, he’d despised how busy you were now, he despises how busy he was.

But more than everything, he despises his infinity.

A choked back sob, you turned softly in your slumber, subtle the way you comforted him, hand wrapping around his form, holding him close—holding him as he was.

Your hand was warm, blurry eyes- filled with tears searched for the cause of it—the AC was turned on, that’s how you preferred sleeping, cold with your warm bodies pressed together.

That couldn’t be the cause, he didn’t care, he was content.

Almost a week since he’d found you alone—a scowling Megumi would join the two of you often at night, not his fault—but then, not Satoru’s fault to blame him either.

A child, you’d reminded him multiple times—his heart ached, he was one too, right?

And then one day, he just wasn’t?

Suguru wasn’t?

Just one day, he was a hero and Suguru his villain?

Those days his back faced you, subconsciously the infinity turned on- he was hurt, you were perhaps unaware.

You shifted closer—you felt far—you had since the instant he’d introduced Megumi and Tsumiki to you, you weren’t just his girlfriend then after, almost a mother you’d become.

He despised that too- no, he despised how he wasn’t ready to take the role of a father.

You moved into him all the more so, leg raised and onto his—his favourite hug, he felt humane such, in your arms.

A sniff—his, an unconscious kiss by pressing your lips to his shoulder, yours—a sudden knock on the door, Tsumiki.

A groan he bit back, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.

Satoru was always a good liar, not to you—but he was, especially when he smiled at Tsumiki wide, arms open as he pulled her in.

He’d adored you, his childhood but just somehow, he adored his kids’ childhood more.

And so, as he lay there, at the edge of the bed—lying there at the colder edge now, with Tsumiki sandwiched in the warm gap between you two, he swallowed hard.

He missed Suguru, a lot—31 days, 23 hours, 4 minutes and 28 seconds, he was sure now—slight benefit his infinity offered—he’d missed Suguru all so much.

But then, just as your hand clutched Tsumiki—a grin he couldn’t help when he saw the silhouette of a sleepy Megumi approach slowly; and it was then Satoru Gojo realised just how much he’d been missing a family all the more so.

He’d been missing you when you were right beside all along.

Satoru was vulnerable, only when he was feeling infinite.

The function was sine and cosine, not the parallel lines—nothing bothered him because at the end of it all, you were his infinity.

Taglist: @immurrsed @illogicallyx @rizzmin @bbytamaki @abitoldschool

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svtskneecaps · 6 months

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a list of timestamps, for no reason :)

thesis statement : No, what blue did tonight and what red did the last two nights are not the same.

disclaimer: this is not a judgement of right / wrong, this is a glorified compare and contrast paper.

a TL;DR is available at the top, immediately following the keep reading link (which i hope, for your sake, is still there).

for each vod i have compiled the time stamps first, and then under the heading "notably" have compiled and compared them.

this is the most toxic i will allow myself to be.

TL;DR:

Blue team on Day 4 took 2 seconds from first task claimed to last. Red team on Day 2 took 5 minutes 14 seconds from first task claimed to last, and on Day 3 took 42 seconds.

Blue team on Day 4 was vulnerable in the area for 2 seconds before claiming their last task. Red team on Day 2 was vulnerable in the area for 8 minutes 31 seconds, and on Day 3 was vulnerable for 12 minutes 10 seconds.

The time blue team spent getting situated before logging out in global is not counted in this as being vulnerable because it is not a viable strategy for an entertainer to waste 4 hours of their limited time camping global to ensure no one is logging out.

Red team claimed their first global task on Day 3 with 13 minutes until the server closed. On Day 4, Etoiles and Roier arrived to stop blue team from applying the same strategy with 15 minutes until the server closed.

Blue team's actions on Day 4 did not leave them open to any reasonable retaliation efforts once Tubbo logged out. The moment he logged back in, the tasks were as good as complete. Unless another content creator metagamed, they would not be able to stop him.

Red team's actions on Day 2 and Day 3 did leave them open to retaliation. They were not fast, they often did not have the items they needed crafted in advance and spent time in sight of the global task dome crafting the items. If a team had been waiting for them to try this at the global task dome as Etoiles and Roier did for Blue team, that team could entirely have succeeded in killing them or ruining their plans.

The global tasks on Day 4 were already functionally blue's 4 hours before they were claimed. Even if the disaster hadn't affected global, the way it was supposed to, the only thing left would have been revenge. There was no preventing it once Tubbo logged out.

The global tasks on Day 2 were open to reclamation for an hour after red team claimed them. By Day 3 blue team was aware of red's strategy and had a full 12 minutes (at a predictable time! see below) in which they could have attacked red and stopped them.

What blue and red team did was not the same.

Below are the time stamps I used to get this data and draw these conclusions. I've included links to vods for verification purposes. These links are not future proofed.

November 7th, 2023: Day 4 of Purgatory

TubboLIVE's VOD:

1:47:20 : Tubbo logs out of the server, behind the blue "contracts" NPC. He has 15 minutes 32 seconds of server time remaining.

5:50:23 : It is 3:48:52 am in Tubbo's time zone. Tubbo shows the clock on his screen. There are 11 minutes and 8 seconds until the server closes.

5:50:49 : Tubbo loads in, behind the blue "contracts" NPC. It is 3:49:41 am. This is the first moment the game is visible on his screen. He has 15 minutes 03 seconds of server time remaining.

5:50:50 : Tubbo claims the first of the global tasks.

5:50:51 : Tubbo claims the last of the global tasks. It is 3:49:43 am.

Notably:

Functionally, tubbo was standing behind the blue NPC, invincible, for 4 hours 3 minutes and 3 seconds

There is a 29 second period of server time that I can't account for.

The total time it took for tubbo to claim every global task after loading in is 2 seconds.

The cooldown for every global task before it can be reclaimed is 10 minutes. In this case these ten minutes started at 3:49:42 and 3:49:43 am. The first moment any of these claimed global tasks can be reclaimed is 3:59:42 am, with 18 seconds until the server closes.

Etoiles's VOD:

4:56:08 : With some leniency, this is the first clear view of the blue "contracts" NPC and the spot Tubbo is "standing" shown on Etoiles's stream.

*(the blue NPC comes into view at 4:56:06 but whether Etoiles would have seen Tubbo there is dubious enough that I have opted for a later time stamp)

4:56:12 : Etoiles and Roier enter the global task dome. They are standing directly to the left of the red NPC; on the opposite side as the blue NPC. The spot Tubbo is "standing" is clearly visible on Etoiles's stream. Etoiles has 10 minutes 40 seconds of server time remaining. There are roughly 15 minutes and 30 seconds until the server closes*.

*(Time calculated roughly using Tubbo's log in message; this is not exact)

4:56:17 : Roier is standing in front of the blue "contracts" NPC.

4:58:03 : Without leaving global spawn, Etoiles disconnects to get a buffer on his time limit. Remembering that there is a disaster coming, he immediately re-logs to avoid the combat logging penalty. Roier does not disconnect during this time.

4:58:18 : The first frame of the game is visible after Etoiles relogs. Etoiles has 8 minutes 53 seconds of server time remaining.

4:58:45 : The quicksand disaster starts, affecting global spawn despite admins having informed Etoiles previously that disasters did not affect global spawn.

5:00:08 : The disaster ends.

5:01:17 : Tubbo logs in. There are roughly 10 minutes 11 seconds until the server closes.

Notably:

Roier is standing three blocks away from Tubbo's log-in point (effectively, three blocks away from Tubbo) at 5 minutes before Tubbo logs in.

Were Tubbo logged in, waiting physically at spawn, Etoiles and Roier would have been able to initiate combat 5 minutes and 5 seconds earlier. Both had plenty of time on their server counters to participate in this combat, albeit Etoiles would have been kicked before server close. Roier would not be (source: Slime's vod, 2:45:05 and on. There is no disconnect message for Roier before the server is closed at roughly 2:45:08).

Were Tubbo logged in, waiting physically at spawn when Etoiles and Roier arrived (at roughly 3:44:37 am in Tubbo's time zone, 15 minutes and 23 seconds before the server closed), and had claimed all global missions at that time rather than risk dying in combat, the missions would have been able to be reclaimed at roughly 3:54:37 am, with about 5 minutes and 23 seconds before the server closed. This is 5 minutes and 5 seconds more than the actual time.

November 5th, 2023 : Day 2 of Purgatory

This is the first day red has used this strategy.

Cellbit's VOD:

6:52:27 : Cellbit arrives at the plaza outside the global task dome (Carre is already here; he wasn't streaming so I don't know when he arrived).

6:52:49 : Cellbit enters the global task dome. He backtracks to the right of the global task dome, and sets up a crafting area to craft items for the tasks somewhat out of sight of the dome. He is 96 meters away from the dome.

6:55:34 : Cellbit re-enters the global task dome.

6:55:44 : Cellbit claims the first global task for red team (electrolytes). The cooldown is 10 minutes 41 seconds.

6:55:49 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (radiation medicine).

6:55:55 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (campfires).

6:56:04 : Cellbit leaves the global task dome and sets up a second crafting area to the right of the dome after losing the first. This area is in full view of the dome, and is roughly 61 meters away.

6:57:40 : Cellbit dumps every item in his inventory except for iron and minecarts and a shield into a chest (he is functionally defenseless).

6:58:18 : Cellbit re-enters the global task dome.

6:58:23 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (minecarts).

6:59:12 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (diamonds).

6:59:49 : Cellbit gets his sword out of the chest (he is no longer defenseless).

7:00:58 : Jaiden claims the last global task for red team (rails). The bananas task remains unclaimed.

7:01:01 : ElQuackity is visible outside the dome on Cellbit's stream for the first time. Cellbit chases him.

7:04:34 : Cellbit kills ElQuackity, putting red team in the lead.

7:48:07 : The server closes.

Notably:

Red team is physically present, visible, and murderable / stoppable at the global tasks area for 8 minutes 31 seconds.

Red team takes 5 minutes 14 seconds to claim their global tasks.

The cooldown on these global tasks leaves at minimum 36 minutes 28 seconds to reclaim, maximum 41 minutes 42 seconds to reclaim before server close.

If a team were to have come up to the dome during the 8 minute 31 second period, they would have seen the team and could have attacked or stopped them.

There is a 2 minute 9 second period where Cellbit literally does not have a weapon in his inventory.

If a team were to have come up to the dome while the red team was still crafting the global quest items, they could have attacked and prevented the team from crafting the items and forced them to retreat without claiming those goals.

November 6th, 2023 : Day 3 of Purgatory

This is the second day red has used this strategy.

Cellbit's VOD:

3:39:11 : Cellbit sees Bagi on the bridge to global. There are 24 minutes and 2 seconds until the server closes.

3:39:49 : Cellbit enters the global dome, standing just to the right of where the red NPC is on November 7th.

3:40:24 : Cellbit exits the global dome to craft the water bottles needed for the global task.

3:42:58 : Cellbit crafts the final water bottle needed for the global task.

3:43:28 : Cellbit, Foolish, and Carre re-enter the global dome.

3:44:15 : Cellbit and Carre exit the global dome to inspect Bagi's body. Foolish exits the global dome to use the crafting table.

3:45:36 : Cellbit and Carre re-enter the global dome.

(There's a few more entrances and exits from the dome during the following period, though they stay within the area marked with Bagi's body, the global NPCs, and the crafting table as corners : Never much more than 61 meters away and never out of sight of the dome)

3:49:45 : Cellbit sends the message "hey guys we are about to deliver global tasks you should come!" There are 14 minutes and 18 seconds until the server closes.

3:50:39 : Cellbit claims the first global task for red team (tea leaves). There are 13 minutes and 26 seconds until the server closes.

3:50:59 : Carre claims one global task for red team (gas masks).

3:51:01 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (hot cocoa).

3:51:09 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (water bottles).

3:51:12 : Cellbit claims one global task for red team (backpacks).

3:51:21 : Carre claims the last global task for red team (tea). There are 11 minutes and 52 seconds until the server closes.

4:03:13 : The server closes.

notably:

Red team is physically present, visible, and murderable / stoppable at the global tasks area for 11 minutes and 28 seconds before they turn in any global tasks.

Red team takes 42 seconds to turn in all of their global tasks.

The cooldown on the global tasks leaves at maximum 3 minutes 26 seconds of time to reclaim, and at minimum 1 minute and 52 seconds to reclaim.

If a team were to have come up to the dome during the 11 minute and 28 second period, they would have seen and could have attacked red team.

If a team were to have come up to the dome in the 3 minutes 47 seconds between red team arriving at the global dome and red team crafting all the water bottles for the global task, they would have seen and could have attacked red team.

#qsmp #qsmp neg #qsmp purgatory neg #qsmp purgatory #fandom neg #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp blue team neg #neg #shut up vic #block game brainrot #i'll add tags if anyone thinks of a neg tag i missed i'm trying to be overly courteous as much as possible #i'm also trying to be objective as much as possible #the conclusion of this post isn't a value judgement on right or wrong btw #this is literally just 'did the teams do the same thing' and the conclusion i came to was 'no they didn't lol'#idc whether the strat was valid or scummy or hype or WHATEVER idc just to prove that blue and red did not do the same thing #bc it's going to bug me and i refuse to take that energy to sleep with me #this post is not an excuse to harass a cc in the replies or the reblogs i will chew the aglets off your shoes and hide tuna in your curtain #i may update this if someone has a counter argument i think i should address but that's up to my whims #i may also delete this idk yet #i hate to be mad on main but i'm mad so this is the best i can do without adding too much outright neg to what's already a cesspit tbh #long post #long tags #discourse #qsmp discourse #qsmp purgatory discourse

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cruciatusforeplay · 9 months

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Hello I have Good Omens Brainrot like the rest of us, and I had a spare afternoon, so here is

Crowley and Aziraphale's Canonical Chronological History

(watching-guide with media timestamps so you can watch it all develop in order)

It's long so it's going under the cut. Let me know if there are errors beyond being out by a second or so. Also speedrunning two series of this show in an afternoon made me So Unwell (emotionally). I would absolutely recommend it.

I've broadly only included only clips that featured either one or both them as a focal point, or where the events would have informed their relationship, plus the option of the S2 finale in its entirety.

**Before the beginning, nebula** S2E1 0:00- 6:20 (up to opening credits)

**Just after the beginning, Garden of Eden, 4004BC** S1E1 1:55 (or 3:25 to skip Adam and Eve)-6:04 (opening credits)

**Noah's Ark, mesopotamia 3004BC** S1E3 0:00-2:47

**Job, 2500BC** S2E2 0:00-5:35, 22:30-40:01, 44:10-46:49 (end of episode)

**Crucifixion of Jesus, Golgotha, 33AD** S1E3 2:47-4:28 (continues directly to)

**Rome 41AD** S1E3 4:28-5:31 (continues directly to)

**Knights, kingdom of Wessex, 537AD** S1E3 5:31-7:56 (continues directly to)

**Bastille, Paris, 1793** S1E3 11:53-15:31

**The Globe Theatre London, 1601** S1E3 7:56-11:53 (continues directly to)

**Edinburgh, 1827** S2E3 8:34(post credits)-12:56, 17:38-22:10, 24:28-33:59

**St James' Park London, 1862** S1E3 15:31-17:29 (continues directly to)

**The Blitz, London, 1941** S1E3 17:29-24:07, recap can be skipped that can be skipped: S2E4 5:10(post credits)-6:14, 8:24-37:59

**Soho, London, 1967** S1E3 24:07-28:38 (opening credits)

**The M25 meeting, Hell, 1970s** S1E5 21:21-22:27

**The Antichrist, near Tadfield airbase, "11 years ago" ~2008** S1E1 7:32(post credits)-14:24, (optional baby drop off with Crowley) 19:24-20:14, 25:59-29:59, 30:14-32:24, 33:35-35:04 (continues directly to)

**Antichrist upbringing, "5 years later" ~2013** S1E1 35:04-39:30

**6 days before the end of the world, Monday, 2019** S1E1 40:45-43:19 (continues directly to)

**3 days before the end of the world, Wednesday, 2019** S1E1 43:19-44:08, 44:38-45:52, 48:01-49:11(to end credits)

**2 days before the end of the world, Thursday, 2019** S1E2 0:00-3:56, 21:16-23:33, 26:24-27:54, 31:04-32:10, 34:14-44:40, 45:36-46:21, 48:05-54:01 (to end credits)

**1 day before the end of the world, Friday, 2019** S1E3 30:07-31:14, 35:27-36:49, 38:48-41:30, 43:39-45:51, 49:41-49:53, 50:39-53:11

**The last day of the world, Saturday, 2019** S1E4 4:01-5:42, 8:15-9:28, 29:06-29:48, 33:29-42:00, 48:47-54:06 (to end credits)

**5 Hours and 48 Minutes to the End of the World, 2019** S1E5 0:00-1:32, 3:17(after credits)-4:17, 6:11-8:49, 11:01-13:25, 17:47(or 20:18 to skip the spirit of Ron)-21:00

**1 Hour and 43 Minutes to the End of the World, 2019** S1E5 21:00-21:21, 22:28-25:07, 26:49-31:43, 36:59-37:31

**17 minutes to the end of the world (and the rest ofbthat day), 2019** S1E5 46:24-49:25 (end credits), S1E6 1:53(2:35 to skip repeat section)-4:39, 8:19-9:49, 10:44-12:49, 14:02-27:10

**The very last day of the rest of their lives, 2019** S1E6 27:10- 28:07, 31:02-32:58, 0:00-1:46, 32:58-36:26, 42:33-45:45, 48:40-52:17

**London, present day (S2E1), ~2023** S2E1 7:48-13:15, 13:47-29:59, 33:00-36:13, 37:39-38:00, 38:19-42:41

**London, present day (S2E2), ~2023** S2E2 5:35-8:53 (to opening credits), 10:21-22:30, 40:04-43:28

**London/Edinburgh present day (S2E3), ~2023** S2E3 1:14-6:35, 6:47-7:07 (to opening credits), 12:57-14:36, 16:09-17:38, 22:11-24:27, 33:59-42:05(to end credits)

**London, present day (S2E4), ~2023** S2E4 0:00-3:42 (opening credits), 41:08-41:46, 42:02-43:09(end credits)

**London, present day (S2E5), ~2023** S2E5 0:48-2:57, 3:43-5:24, 7:07-8:04, 8:31-10:12, 12:29-13:32, 13:57-17:57, 19:33-29:52, 30:24-40:38

**London, present day (S2E6), ~2023** S2E6 0:00-4:52(to opening credits), 6:20-(optional 21:06-27:31 for Gabe and Muriel memories, otherwise continue to)end of ep

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noonajoe · 1 year

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Contractions. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

Matching : Kuroo Tetsurou x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 701

TW: pregnancy, birth contraction, angst, fluff, comfort, supporting couple, hospital

©noonajoe (Published on 31 March 2023 - 23:03 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

You squeezed Tetsuro’s hand for the 20th time, unable to sleep. You have been struggling with 17 hours of contractions, waiting for your baby to arrive in this world. However because this is your first pregnancy and you also experience vomiting and dizziness, the doctor suspects this has to do with your asthma. It went well for 8 months, and at week 34 you felt a cramp in your belly. Kuroo went panicky after that and took you to the hospital.

Sometimes pregnant women who are in labor scream, cry, cursing at their husbands to relieve stress and pain. However, you felt tired and hard to breathe most of the time. It worries Kuroo the most because you looked paler minute by minute. Also, you minimize conversation with your husband because you just want to close your eyes and bear the pain.

“Honey if you want to cry, scream, or punch to relieve the pain, you can do that to me” he worriedly stares at you. You lay weak in the hospital bed, with IV drops punctured in your wrist.

"Crying wastes much energy, you know once I cried I barely stop,” you answered.

He leans closer to the bed, put his hand on your forehead, and felt cold sweat drenched in your pale face. "I know, but you don't have to bottle up your feelings now. You're tiring your emotions too hon. Crying may be exhausting physically but it relieves your stress"

You still close your eyes, eager to open them. In the end, you slowly talk to him, grabbing his hand tightly because your belly is contracting again, "... It hurts"

"Go on, tell me more," he said, grabbing your hand tightly and rubbing your knuckles slowly. "It feels like he grow bigger, but pushing the birth canal" you cried with your eyes closed. "It's been 17 hours of contraction so you'll improve a lot, hon. It's already 6 cm dilated"

For the past 17 hours, you keep thinking if you ever survive this birth labor. Because this pain also increases your overthinking, and that is the reason why you don’t want to talk to Kuroo because you are worried to make him sad. "What… if I don't make it" you finally asked with your half-opened eyes.

He took a deep sigh and smiled, "You're the strong woman of hell I have ever known. You never give up on every misery in your life, right? Then so do you now. I believe you’ll survive this"

"..." you slowly closed your eyes and remained silent.

"Keep talking. Don't be silent honey, you can't sleep now. It’s time to take a walk again, 20 minutes walk okay?" Kuroo encourages you to keep awake. For the past 17 hours, doctors suggest you take a walk for 20 minutes per hour. You barely did it because it hurts like hell when she walks for the first 3 minutes. Kuroo struggles to convince you, he didn't dare to force you in your pale gaze.

“I don’t want to….” you cried, this time you cried deeply. Your tears suddenly flow a lot. “Hey hey honey, don’t cry.” He hurriedly hugs you in your sleeping position. He rubs your back gently.

“This time, just 5 minutes, okay?” he negotiated, "No no no I don’t want to Tetsu:((" you still cried, this time you gripped his hand tightly because the contraction goes on again. Suddenly you felt out of breath, because of the contractions and sudden crying, Kuroo calms you down and told you slowly breathe.

"Honey, please for our Hiro, just 5 minutes, okay? Hiro will be happy if his mother quickens the birth, he can't wait to see his mama and papa, remember?" he encourages you. Tenderly stares at you, which also worries you. Tetsu has been accompanying you for 17 hours straight in the hospital, you know his anxieties increased since you ask him if you didn't survive. He still shows you that smile even though he’s damn more worried. He wants to fully support you emotionally.

He rubs your knuckles with his trembling hand, you felt it, and notice he’s extremely worried. Worried if you may not survive, worried if he loses you.

You tried to sit up from the bed, and Kuroo helps you. You stare at him who’s sitting beside the bed, still staring at you. “Okay…. 5 minutes. I’m going to survive this and take care of our baby together. Okay, Tetsu?”

“I could have not been prouder than that, babe” he smiles.

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study-with-aura · 2 months

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Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Today was a much better day! Also, I was very excited because for the first time since I first learned it a year or two ago, completing the square finally made sense to me. I have no idea how I never understood it until now. All I had to do was divide the x factor by 2 then square it and add that square to both sides of the equation. It's so simple! In other words, I had a lot of fun working on Geometry today because I was thrilled that it finally made sense.

In other news, I accidentally wrote my Biology assignment in my World History notebook. I am not sure how since my Biology notebook is larger than my World History notebook, but it happened. It was three full pages worth of writing, so that is not getting copied over. When I realized what I did, I laughed it off because I was shocked and amused that I had done that.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed completing the square + learned about general equations of circles + practice + honors work

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 19 Vocabulary + read chapter 29 of Emma by Jane Austen + reviewed figurative language terms + sentence types quiz (non-graded) + read through my next project (due next Tuesday)

Spanish 2 - Learned about passive voice + completed passive voice assignment

Bible I - Read Joshua 22

World History - Looked at a map of the Western Front + read about trench warfare + read a couple of articles (Angels of Mons and Chlorine Gas)

Biology with Lab - Completed global trends quiz + wrote a paragraph about what I would do to help solve one of the world's problems

Foundations - Read the definition of responsibility + completed Lumosity daily brain workout + completed identifying fact from opinion in advertising activity

Piano - Practiced for one hour

Khan Academy - Completed High School Geometry Unit 7: Lesson 3 (already assigned) + completed World History Unit 6: Lesson 3 (part 1)

CLEP - None today

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Completed Heartstopper: Volume 1

Chores - None today

Activities of the Day:

Extracurricular robotics course

Personal Bible Study (Genesis 31)

Ballet

Variations

Journal/Mindfulness

What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful to live somewhere where I have access to clean water, fresh, local foods, and low air pollution.

Quote of the Day:

We can’t know what’s going to happen. We can just try to figure it out as we go along.

-Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour, Morgan Matson

🎧Ballade No.1 in G minor, Op.23 - Frédéric Chopin

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 3 months

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to ashes, connected

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Summary: clint brings you back to the apartment after your close call in the fountain, and you find yourselves closer than before despite your outburst.

Warnings: mdni

Word Count: 2,562

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Your hands were still trembling as Clint led you back into the apartment with a reassuring hand on the small of your back. Ushering you through the apartment, he didn’t bother to turn on the overhead lights to the living area until you’d crossed the threshold to your bedroom, as though the direct light would rekindle your anxiety.

Clint set you carefully on the edge of your bed, brushing hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers. “Take your coat off for me, okay? I need to get a look at where the taser hit you. I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

You nodded dumbly, a pained grimace staining your lips as you shrugged off your coat. Your fingers brushed against scorched leather as you tossed it to the floor; the bolt had burned right through the material. A scratching against your back told you it had ruined the shirt beneath it as well. You unbuckled the armor set against your torso and were pulling the shirt off over your head when Clint reentered the room, his own armor gone in favor of the t-shirt he wore underneath.

He stopped as he noticed your undress. “Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine.”

Neither of you spoke at barely more than a whisper, and you held the shirt against your chest as Clint came to sit beside you on the bed. You turned your back to him, tucking your hair over a shoulder as he opened the first aid kit. You stiffened slightly as you felt his fingertips trace the border of the wound.

“It’s not so bad,” he said quietly, and you heard him fumbling with the first aid kit before his touch returned, cooling this time as he applied burn cream to your skin. “A pretty bad burn, but I think your jacket took the worst of it. How do you feel?”

You shrugged a shoulder non-committedly, your eyes closed.

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine.” you replied, your voice quaking slightly.

You heard him exhale softly, not quite a sigh, and the two of you fell into silence again as he taped a piece of gauze over the wound. His hand smoothed over your shoulder blade for a moment before he moved away. He cleared his throat, standing and collecting the kit.

He was almost to the door again by the time you found your voice again. “Clint?”

He stopped, haloed by the light of the next room.

“I… I know we do this thing where we don’t talk and we don’t…” you swallowed. “But can we just… be for a minute? I… I don’t want to be alone.”

There was a moment’s pause, where your heart sat throbbing in your throat. Then, Clint returned to the bed, retaking his seat beside you. He didn’t speak, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you gently into his side. You relaxed gratefully into his embrace with a quivering sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

The rise and fall of Clint’s chest soothed you, and you felt that terrible, anxious fluttering of your heart begin to finally slow. Clint rested his chin on the top of your head after a few moments, the hand on your arm squeezing you gently, reassuringly. The scent of him was comforting and wonderful; the faint notes of leather, coffee and the surprisingly pleasant combination of his deodorant and sweat. You inhaled it, exhaling slowly.

It could have been hours that the two of you sat there; it could have been only minutes. The darkness wrapped the two of you in its own embrace, the soft light from the next room casting you in an intimate glow.

“I’m sorry, Clint.” you murmured, unwilling to break the silence between you. “For shouting.”

He chuckled quietly, his cheek pressing against your forehead. “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure I deserved it.”

You smiled despite yourself, and Clint’s breath tickled against your cheek. You tilted your head back to meet his eye, your breath catching as you found he was already watching you. His eyes were dark in the low light, and your lips parted, that fluttering once more returning to your chest.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as Clint’s hand came up to touch your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. His fingertips trailed back along your jaw, cupping your cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed softly over your cheekbone.

Clint’s voice was barely a whisper when he said your name.

His lips met yours hesitantly, his kiss barely more than a brush of his lips against your own. He kissed you almost carefully, his thumb stroking your cheek. Your lips parted, your tongue meeting his as you felt it touch your bottom lip. Clint’s arm slipped from around your shoulders, moving to touch his hand to your bare waist, and you shivered under his touch.

It was so soft, almost… you could have sworn it was almost reverent, but still you could feel that same need you’d felt the first time burning inside his kiss. You whimpered as his lips moved across your cheek and jaw, lowering your arms from your chest. Clint’s hand left your cheek to help tug your shirt from where it still hung from your forearms and you tossed it aside before catching his lips with your own again.

Clint’s hand moved to your knee, sliding up your thigh. You took his face in your hands as he deepened the kiss, smiling slightly against his lips as the hand on your waist glided upward, his touch tickling your ribs. Clint’s lips didn’t leave yours as he lowered the two of you down onto the blankets side by side.

Kissing Clint was intoxicating, and even without the aggression and hunger you’d shared in the alleyway, your whole body felt as though it was coming alive under his touch.

Your hand slipped into his hair and Clint moaned as your fingers curled into it, the sound of it so soft that you almost could have believed you imagined it. The hand on your thigh tugged it toward him, bringing your leg up to hook over his.

The move pressed you almost flush against him, and you thrilled at the feeling of the hard planes of his body against yours. His hand was almost possessive on the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the muscle. It moved further up your leg to claim your ass instead.

His lips left yours to trail along your jaw and down over the side of your throat. Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive spot below your ear, your hands moving to his chest. They curled in his shirt, urging it upward, and Clint pulled away long enough to tug if off overhead and toss it to the floor with yours.

Clint rolled on top of you as soon as the shirt was gone, bringing his mouth back to yours. His hand took hold of your hip, pinning you to the mattress, his arms caging you in beneath him. You ran your hands down his torso, slowly mapping out the muscles of his chest and stomach, fingers lingering on the lines left by near-invisible scars.

Clint’s hand moved up along your ribs, tracing the edge of your bra, and you reached behind yourself to unclip it. He pulled it off of you, his tongue sliding against yours as he palmed your breast in his hand. You moaned into his mouth as his thumb teased over your nipple.

Your hands returned to his stomach, nails grazing over the soft hair below his navel before finding his belt buckle. Pressing your lips to his jaw as you unfastened his pants, you watched Clint’s eyes roll back as you curled your fingers around his cock. His lips parted, his breath fanning over your face as he exhaled a groan.

Clint’s lips brushed over yours again before he pulled away with a shuddering breath, resting his forehead against yours.

“Y/N…” he murmured again; his voice heavy with want. With need. “Fuck…”

Your other hand fumbled to push his pants further down his legs and he broke away only long enough to remove them. He was thick and hard in your hand and he twitched under your touch. Clint’s breathing was labored, his lips finding yours blindly as you squeezed the base of him, his kiss deep and heated. His hand left your breast to ghost fingertips down over your stomach, and you swore you could feel him smile into the kiss as you shivered in response.

“Oh, god…” you whined as soon as he had unfastened your pants and slid his hand into your underwear, his expert fingertips finding your clit with ease. Clint circled it slowly with a teasing pressure, his teeth and tongue teasing their way over the sensitive skin of your throat. “Clint…”

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he muttered, his breath tickling the damp flesh of your neck. His words sent heat straight down your spine and you arched up against his hand. Your eyes rolled back as he pressed a finger into you, and you met each gentle thrust of it with a roll of your hips. Clint continued teasing your clit with his thumb, his ministrations earning him a long, soft moan into his ear. “Fuck, baby…”

When you came against his hand it was with wide eyes and a long, shuddering breath, your hand wrapped around the back of Clint’s neck. He watched every moment on your face as he withdrew his hand slowly, replacing your hand on his cock with his own.

Anticipation tightened in your belly as you felt the length of him slide against your cunt, but you pressed a hand to his chest. “Wait.”

Clint stopped immediately, a furrow appearing between his brows.

You kissed him again in quick reassurance, reaching above yourself towards the bedside table. You wiggled further across the mattress beneath him, stretching to open the drawer. You fumbled blindly inside it, eyes rolling back again as Clint used the new positioning as an opportunity to trail his lips down your chest to tease over your breasts. His teeth grazed your hardened nipple and you gasped, arching up under his attention. He curled his tongue around it and sucked lightly, his hand possessive on your hip.

As distracted as you were, your fingers finally closed around a condom, and brought it to eye level. “I found these in the drawer when we first ‘moved in’ here,” you explained, struggling to read the label in the muted light. “I have no idea if they’re…”

Clint took it from you, studying the label for a moment before sighing in relief, tearing it open with his teeth. “It’s not expired.”

“Oh, thank God,” you said, and Clint cut off your relieved laugh with another heady kiss.

You took his face in your hands, your fingers curling in his hair. Your mouth parted against his in a silent moan as you felt his cock press into you slowly.

“Fuck, baby, I almost forgot how good you feel,” Clint murmured breathlessly, his eyes closing as your fingers tightened in his hair. Your other hand clutched at his bicep, his shoulder… every inch of you was burning with sensation as he fucked himself into at an agonizing pace. Your nails dug into his flesh as you felt every inch of him as he thrust into you, marking his skin with your pleasure. “God, you’re amazing…”

His hand slid up along your thigh, hooking it over his hip as he thrust deeper into you, his hand claiming the soft skin behind your knee. Clint kissed your neck, your shoulder, your chest and always, always brought his lips back to yours, his mouth catching yours between moans.

His hand returned to the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You turned your head to kiss his palm, your lips wrapping around his thumb as he brushed it over your bottom lip. You sucked it gently, tongue curling around it. Clint exhaled what was almost a sigh, eyes closing.

“Clint…” you moaned his name quietly, as though saying it too loud could break the spell between you, and he ran his fingers through the hair by your ear. “God, Clint, I’m…”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, his hand trailing down from your hair to ghost along your torso. It lingered over your breast before continuing down, and you gasped aloud as he returned his fingers to your clit. He held your gaze, his lips parted and his breathing heavy. “I know; I’ve got you…”

“Oh, fuck, Clint—”

Your eyes rolled back and your hips pitched upward as you came, bringing him so far into you that pain flared inside you briefly. You clutched at his shoulders tightly, your nails biting into his skin, and Clint groaned his face falling into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed over your collarbone, and you continued meeting his thrusts with your own, one leg wrapping around his thigh.

Clint breathed curses and nonsensical praise against your skin, his fingers still an intoxicating torture against your clit. You could barely think anything other than ‘more’.

You clutched at his hair and brought his lips back to yours. Clint moaned into the kiss as your fingers tightened in his hair, and you felt another orgasm wash over you just as Clint came too, his hand moving from your clit to grasp tightly at your hip.

“Oh, baby…” he whispered, his lips brushing against your jaw as he pulled away slowly, rolling off of you. The two of you lay in silence for a few long moments, chests heaving as you both caught your breath. You could feel yourself shaking as you came down, your fingers curling in the blankets beneath you. You could feel a wet patch beneath your thighs and your face warmed.

You heard the sound of the condom being removed and Clint pushed himself up off of the bed, rescuing his underwear from the floor and pulling it on. He stood, moving away from the bed without looking at you. Nerves twisted in your gut as he tossed the condom in the bin in the corner of the room and left the room.

You sighed heavily, but rather than follow him, you only rose long enough to pull back the blankets and slide beneath them. If he was going to do this again, you weren’t going to fight with him. Not again. You pulled the blankets up over yourself, turning on your side to face petulantly away from the door.

The lights in the other room switched off, bathing you in darkness.

Fine, Clint, you thought, closing your eyes against your emotions. But I’m done.

You started slightly as you felt the bed shift behind you, eyes flying open as the blankets shifted and Clint lay down in the bed beside you. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t pull you into his side or roll over to wrap his arms around you. But you felt his hand come to rest gently on your thigh as if to reassure you that he was, in fact, still there with you.

You felt a small, tentative smile touch your lips, and it stayed there until you fell asleep.

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