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chuluoyi · 1 day

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✎ unconcealable

- gojo satoru x reader

your boyfriend may not show it, but the six eyes are his burden to bear. you know it firsthand when he falls into your arms for the first time

genre: teen!gojo, fluff, hurt/comfort, flashback and fast-forward to dad!gojo later

note: hello hello i’m alive~ i have this little thing of fluff/comfort pampering in my head throughout my vacation and it’s been a long time since i last wrote about teen!gojo so here it is :D will proofread later when i get the chance!

a part of gojo's love entries

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Back in 2006—

“Satoru, move away—”

“Nuh, uh! I’m staying! You’re too soft~”

“Satoru, If Yaga-sensei walks in… he’ll think we’re doing something indecent!”

“Mmm, don't care~”

This is the gym. Anyone could walk in. And yet your boyfriend of three weeks, Gojo Satoru, claimed his place by resting his head on your lap and squeezing his eyes shut so comfortably… like a cat.

You sighed, vexed and almost giving up— and then you noticed just how good-looking he was. Not that you just realized it now, but his long eyelashes, his smooth skin, white hair...

You have snagged a heartthrob. Or at least he could be if it wasn't for his questionable tendencies.

“Satoru, I’m being serious,” you griped, blinking back your pounding heart and starting to get anxious if anyone would see the two of you on the floor, with him over you. “Get up. Now.”

He knitted his brows together. “So stingy... Can’t your dashing boyfriend get five more minutes?”

“No. Up. Now.” You learnt by experience that the more you indulged Satoru, the more you would be inclined to comply as well. So before he dragged you into that hole...

“Hmph! No!”

“I’ll really flip you if you don’t move—!”

And that’s finally when he cracked his eyes open, totally pouting. “So mean! My head is hurting, you know! I just want to rest a bit!”

You were somewhat taken aback by his little outburst but he really got up this time, and then he stalked away, mumbling complaints.

"Some girlfriend you are... so not considerate..." he pursed his lips together, seemingly hurt as he made his way out.

That almost annoyed you greatly, and you were about to retort back when to your shock, he suddenly clutched his head and staggered. "Ahh—"

"Satoru!"

You sprinted to him and caught him as he wobbled, supporting his weight.

"Are you okay? What happened?!" you were so spooked that you went down with him to the floor again. And you immediately pulled him to you when he heaved a shuddering breath.

"I'm okay—" he said in a pant, pressing his eyes together so tightly. "I'm okay, I'm okay! Don't—"

"You're not, you idiot!"

Something with his eyes. It just dawned to you that he didn't wear his sunglasses today, and by instinct, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing him close to your chest.

"Is it hurting badly now?" you worriedly asked, keeping him tight in your embrace. "Do you want me to get you something?"

Contrary to your worries, what Satoru was more focused on was the exponential warmth that enveloped him. He had a migraine for a while there, but you so easily anchored him, making it somehow hurt less.

"You said Yaga-sensei will catch us and think we're having sex," he sullenly accused to hide the sudden blush spreading quickly on his face. "You didn't care about me just a minute ago."

"That's... a minute ago!" you hissed. "Now I'm worried!"

Your response made him smile despite himself. Satoru found comfort in the darkness of being squished against your boobs... perhaps way more than he thought he would.

"Then let me stay like this for a while. I'll be okay in a jiffy, 'kay?"

"Hmm," you hummed, absent-mindedly stroking his soft hair. You started to feel bad for chasing him away earlier, and squeezed him. "Does your head hurt often?"

"Whoa, it's only when I'm like this that you'll touch me so openly," he responded with a mock sigh, and you fought the urge not to roll your eyes. "Poor me."

"Poor you indeed. So answer me, does it, or does it not?"

"Nah, it's just how it is sometimes. Just some side effects of my eyes, you see."

"Why don't you wear your glasses today?"

"...Nanami broke them after I ate his last doughnut."

"You..." you almost giggled, and yet so exasperated at the same time. But the way Satoru squeezed your waist to hug you in return made you spare him.

You two stayed like that for a while, and when the bell rang to indicate the start of the next period, you asked him again. "Are you okay now?"

"Mm-hm, yeah, much better."

"Then let's go back to your class. I'll help you go there."

"Ehh..." But Satoru, ever the stubborn one, just buried his face into you, holding on tight and not letting go at all. "No."

You frowned. "Why—"

"Don't wanna move~ your boobs are just too good..."

"—? What—"

"They're soooo soft. Seems jiggly too? Ah, my pain is healed! Oh! When we get married, will I get to bite them too—"

"Satoru, you!"

Long story short, you two missed the next period just because Satoru nagged you to stay with him... and at the end of it all, the ones who opened the doors to the gym were Nanami and Haibara, who immediately went to report to Yaga and red-faced respectively.

Back to present—

"Time for your teardrops!"

Satoru squeezed the bottle of eyedrops, lining it up with the striking blue eyes of his six-year-old son, an cute little pumpkin who was a carbon copy of him in every way, as he laid his head on his lap.

"Mmngh," his son squirmed as the water made contact with his sensitive eyes, and squeezed both eyes shut as soon as his papa was done.

Having inherited his eyes, the boy had started to feel pain whenever he accidentally overused them. Satoru knew the feeling well, and as much as he tried to humor him, something inside him prickled whenever he saw him getting teary-eyed due to the pain.

"Still stings?" he asked with a frown. "Want to use blindfold cover your eyes, hmm?"

Your son mumbled, "...no."

"What do you want then?"

"...I want mama."

Satoru snorted, pinching his boy's plump cheek fondly. "Same, kiddo. I want mama too."

The little boy cracked his eyes open out of spite. "You always bother her everyday."

"It's not as if you are not but whatever." Satoru pursed his lips as he stared at his boy. "If only I can put those rotting grandpas in elderly home, your mama can be freed from missions."

The kid snuggled close to his lap, seeking comfort, and suddenly, he felt flash of warmth burst inside him, realizing that his little munchkin wanted him to make him feel better.

"Look, I'm not mama, but I can do this too—" he hoisted his son, and hugged him close, hiding his little face into his sturdy chest. "Here you go. Better?"

The little baby that forever connects him to you. Satoru loved his son as much as he loved you.

He had no one to really comfort him in the early days of misusing his eyes— they only told him that it was the price for the greatness he would possess. Until you did. You didn’t speak of power or strength. Each time he suffered from those migraines back then, you would hold him close.

And so, he'd be damned if the same thing happened to his precious son. He wouldn't let him be told that—he would do his best to soothe him, to make him feel safe.

"Tomorrow we're getting kikufuku, yeah?" he said with a smile, patting his son’s back gently. "And ice cream too."

"Mmm... 'kay..." the boy replied. "Papa... sleepy..."

"Then sleep, kid. I'll wake you when mama comes back, yeah?"

You. The baby. The two of you were always the center of his world. As he too drifted off to sleep beside his son, he thought that chasing after you was most definitely the greatest decision he made from that blue spring that would never return in his life.

Epilogue

"I'm home!"

Your mission ended with a bang as you completely obliterated the cursed spirit. You went home with a spring in your steps, thinking that your silly husband and cute son would be waiting for you in this afternoon.

But no one greeted you back, and you found yourself walking to your master bedroom, only to be floored by the sight.

Satoru had dozed off so unguardedly, but he had one protective arm over your son, who was also sleeping. They looked like a pair of twins, and the way your son curled up to your husband melted your heart so much that it brought a wide smile on your face.

Click! Click! You took several photos so you would be able to look at their sleepy state whenever you wanted. But as you marveled at the photographs, suddenly a sneaky hand yanked you—

"Whoa—!"

"Shh, you'll wake him up, mama," Satoru sleepily grinned as he smooched your face. "You took so long, I missed you."

"I finished one day early," you huffed, but then your expression softened as you gazed at your sleeping son. "Seems like both of you are getting along well while I was gone~"

"I fed him mochi and cookies, of course he'll be obedient."

"—! I told you he'll get cavities soon if you don't limit the sweets intake!"

"Oh? Then we just have to have another baby who won't get cavities just as you wish then~"

"That's not how it works! Satoru, you—!"

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hyuny-bunny · 19 hours

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what are your thoughts on skz with a dumb s/o? like genuinely ditzy and little absentminded and forgetful, but you’re still such a sweetheart. makes them wonder how dumb you’ll go on their cocks.

skz + dumb s/o

MDNI(18+): suggestive, nsfw, corruption kink, dumb kink ?, finger sucking, oral, penetration.

love this ask so much, it's not something i've thought much about before but here you go ! :3

chan: oh he dotes on you sooooo much. in the beginning he thought it was just a cute quirk but as you became more serious he realized... you really are just ditzy. he can't lie that he has to hold back on the days you can't help saying "huh?" or "hmm?" to everything but it sounds so saccharine from you. he loves the duality of it though. he can dote on you with how cute your whims are then flip you into a submissive state. even more so when he decides to pin you down in the backseat of his car putting your pretty mouth to good use. chastising you with "pretty baby so cock dumb hmm? only good for sucking me off huh?" with your response being your typical "hmm?" but your mouth stuffed with cock instead. even with your whimpers to take more of him in your mouth, he's happy to oblige holding your pretty face in his hands to use your mouth.

minho: as 1/3 of paboracha, he's never minded. intially i think he would think consider them as one off moments like asking the same question twice in a 2 second span. he might look at for a solid momemt with those cat blinking stares, processing that you're serious. he finds it cute though!! maybe quietly giggling to himself before kissing you on the forehead in passing. he likes it even more so when you're too cock dumb from him making you ride him while he coos and pets you like he does a cat. after trying to tease him all day with sex and suggestive groping. he only let you ride his thigh before caving into you enough to give you his cock after you begged him so nicely. "jagiya, use your words hm? too dumb to speak now hmm?" he'll say while thrusting up into you pretending he's not paying you any attention

changbin: loves loves loves how ditzy you are. he likes playing into the idea that he's just as much brain as he is brawn to you. especially when you're so absentminded with your surroundings in public. maybe there's someone being creepy towards you in a cafe, he's clocked them in already wrapping a protective arm around. you pick up in his protectiveness and to find your answer is being stared down with daggers by binnie. you're hero, savior! you have to reward him with the best head he'll ever had so you're happily taking him in your mouth once your home. he's got you on his cock taking him all the way down his throat while he coaxes you into fitting it all in your mouth "stupid angel always needs time to come to rescue mmh rewards me so sweetly."

hyunjin: 2/3 of paboracha coming in. he'd never think you were outright dumb, ditzy ? oblivious ? yes. he himself has no room to judge, you'd probably have him questioning himself on multiple occasions. you're probably just a little more oblivious around him, which he doesn't mind one bit. he kinda finds it cute how little though you probably give to so many things. he finds it even cuter when he's able to convince you to wear an outfit he picked out for you, one that of course will give him easy access to tease you in public. it was supposed to be cute picnic in secluded area of the park, until he had you laid out on the blanket taking his cock from behind shoving strawberry in your mouth & sucking fingers to shut you up. "shhh my love, don't want people to find us okay? can't let them see how stupid you were to let me take you like this"

han: going 3 for 3 with paboracha here. another one who dotes on your ditzy nature. i could see him with a s/o that's a little more clumsy. maybe you're always scraping a knee, bumping into sharp corners, burning yourself while cooking/baking, or just straight up walking into glass doors or poles. whatever the case may be he's there holding out his arms to soothe you, giving you kisses all over your face. he finds out how easy it is to convince you to the dumbest things. like convincing you that if you let him go down on you, his headache will go away or you're sore throat from the concert last night will feel sooooo much better if you blow him. that by swallow his cum, it'll feel & tase better then honey. "that's it's, good, suck me dry baby i promise you'll feel better. we might have to try a few loads of cum for it to work, k? just focus on taking it all though." his head thrown back while shoving you further on his cock.

felix: he likes that your so absentminded and ditzy. it make its so easy for him to impress you. especially when he has you sitting like a curious cat on his bed while you watch him build his new PC. your eyes sparking with excitement as he completes each step. or even when you watch him bake his recipes from scratch. doe eyed while you sit perched on the counter making your favorite brownies! he'd take a finger coated in the batter letting you lick off his fingers which only leads to him fucking you on the counter while he makes you choke on his batter covered fingers, "doesn't your orgasm feel so much better when you have something so sweet in your mouth mm? maybe let's watch you suck me off with the batter on my cock since you like my fingers so much?"

seungmin: mean dom seung *sigh*. he loves you to death but god you make it so easy for him to tease you. you're not a quick as he is, whether it's his snarky remarks or quick reactions to things he knows. you try to learn baseball, not actually playing but you know the basic rules. you want to try to at least understand what goes in the game. you're not the best but your attempts don't go unnoticed. even when someone hits a home-run but you're shouting goal so confidently it has him falling to his knees in laughing clutching his stomach because you genuinely meant it. he calls you the nth member of paboracha but in bed you're his dumb cock slut, taking him so good you're babbling nonsense. " what was that slut ? did you say something ? aren't you too dumb for words? " he'd condescendingly say before slamming himself into you once more.

jeongin: bark. sorry i love him so badly. he takes your ditzy nature as naiveness. whether or not that's the case, he'll treat it that way. even when you try to argue over something you know already he'll talk to you so sweetly like he's done such a good job of teaching you. maybe you're trying to learn japanese and his fluency helps you but he'll tsk you if he's in a particular mood. maybe you're out in japan gawking, 'ooh'ing and 'aww'ing at each store and you're curiosity almost gets you dragged in a male host club. so jeongin decides you need a break for a few hours so he checks you into a love hotel (unbeknownst to you) where he'd spend the next 2 hours or so talking down in your ear while he plays with you between your legs. haughtily scolding you for every single thing that's led to this moment, " i thought you knew better ? you have to listen to me jagiya, there's so many people out there that just want to use you hmm. guess i'll just have to show you." all before bending you over and smooshing your face into the pillow to abuse your hole with his cock, crying out for him to let you cum. chastising you until he's felt you learned you lesson.

#skz oneshots #skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz hard thoughts #skz x you #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #hyunybunnywrites #hyunjin smut #bang chan smut #changbin smut #lee know smut #jeongin smut #jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut

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minsheart · 13 hours

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LATE NIGHT CUDDLES [OT8]

pairings: boyfriend!ot8 x reader genre: fluff word count: 1487 (total) cw: mentions of reader having boobs in jisung's part, slight mention of sex in felix's part a/n: wrote this while listening to red lights on repeat. oh how i miss hyunchan

bang chan | 방찬: late night cuddles with chan feel best when he comes home late from the studio and right into your arms. he spent the last few hours trying to get the perfect beat for the upcoming songs and saying he's tired would be an understatement. but coming home to you and being able to rest and let his stress leave his body makes it all worth it. chan wouldn't have it any other way.

chan’s cuddles are warm and tender. his arms wrap around you in a bear hug, letting all your worries melt aways in each other's embrace. sometimes, when you can't sleep, chan will hold you close and caress your skin as he tells you about his day or something funny that happened to one of the other members. when he notices your chest finally lightly rising and falling as you held your eyes shut, he smiles a little to himself. pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he settles himself in bed next to you — wondering how you managed to look so pretty even while you slept.

lee minho | 이민호: late night cuddles with minho feel best when soonie, doongie and dori are also snuggled against the both of you. when you’re watching a movie, his arms are lazily placed around your waist and you can feel the cats’ fur brush against you while they quietly purr. when he averts his gaze and his ears get red once you catch him looking at you instead of the screen. several times.

minho’s cuddles are sweet and quiet. minho isn’t one to prefer words over skinship when it comes to you. if possible, he’d spend the entire day in bed, leaning against you every single second. there are times when you can’t hear a single noise other than the sheets moving with minho settling himself in a more comfortable position. however, the silence feels good. being able to share precious moments together without having the need to speak is something he treasures a lot. he’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and kiss your skin every once in a while, falling asleep on you not long after.

seo changbin | 서창빈: late night cuddles with changbin feel best when you're just chatting with each other, his big arms wrapped around you and your head resting against his head. he find it to be very intimate when it's just the two of you without any distractions. all his attention is on you while you tell him about your day, thinking of how cute you looked with your eyes gazing up at him.

changbin's cuddles are affectionate and playful. he'll hold your tight against him, squeezing you once or twice to get you to laugh. he’ll pepper your face with kisses and when you tease him back the same way, he'll get all shy with that cute smile of his. cuddles between the two of you are lively and you chat most of the time, joking around. but when you both are tired and feel like resting, you have no problem in remaining silent, clinging to each other and falling asleep in no time — changbin’s chest is the best pillow ever.

hwang hyunjin | 황현진: late night cuddles with hyunjin feel best when you’re lying down on the bench in the balcony, stargazing together and having meaningful conversations. your head rests on his chest, nuzzling deeper as you slowly fall asleep on him and, when you do, he smiles gently to himself, caressing your back, eyes glued to the sky.

hyunjin’s cuddles are romantic and gentle. he loves leaving one of his hands on your waist while the other affectionately caresses your hair. he enjoys cuddling you while watching those emotional movies that will definitely get a tear out of at least one of you. he thinks it’s really heartwarming to spend moments like this with you. kisses are also a must whenever you’re snuggling together. on the crown of your head, on your forehead, cheeks, lips, neck — he’ll kiss you all over your face as his hand wanders over your body. after all, he has to admire the masterpiece before him. hyunjin also makes sure to whisper to you every now and then, saying how good you look and how much he loves you. this man has got you weak in the knees.

han jisung | 한지성: late night cuddles with jisung feel best when he’s asleep on top of you. head buried in your chest as you run a hand through his hair. you’ve always thought he was adorable, but somehow he manages to look even cuter like this, knowing how tired he’s been lately and that he came to you to be able to rest. you feel glad knowing how much he’s comfortable around you.

jisung’s cuddles are intimate and soft. he doesn’t mind being the big or the little spoon, as he gets to hold you either way. when he’s the big spoon, he’ll always have this arm draped around your waist, 24/7, no questions asked. he feels like his arms fit perfectly around it — as if it was made just for him. and when he’s the little spoon, his head will rest on your boobs, remaining in pure bliss. how could he not? they’re so soft, falling asleep on them feels so good. jisung is a total sucker for skinship, and cuddling you never fails to make his day a thousand times better.

lee felix | 이필릭스: late night cuddles with felix feel best after he’s done with gaming for the night and crawls into bed with you, pressing against your body from behind as you whisper to each other, chatting. he tenderly caresses your hip with one hand and with the other, his fingers interlock with yours, slowly but surely lulling you to sleep.

felix’s cuddles are attentive and delicate. he always holds you as if you were made out of porcelain — if he’s too rough with you, he feels like you're going to break (in bed is a different story). he always makes sure to be gentle and soft towards you, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. it isn’t unusual for one of you to end up asleep — even if it’s in the middle of that day. felix’s body is so warm and his touch is so sweet that you can’t help but close your eyes and, before you know it, when you open them again, it’s nighttime. you look up, seeing felix’s eyes shut and his breathing steady, his blond hair slightly messy. you chuckle. if you could, you’d live like this forever.

kim seungmin | 김승민: late night cuddles with seungmin feel best when none of you can bring yourselves to go to bed and sleep. you lay on the couch together, your head resting against seungmin’s shoulder as his hand slides under your shirt and caresses your skin gently, both of you looking at his phone while he scrolls through social media.

seungmin’s cuddles are loving and sweet. he loves to place his hand under your shirt, feeling the soft skin under your clothes. his thumb caresses your side tenderly, smiling as he glances towards you every now and then. you cling onto him sweetly, watching his eyes wander around the room as he talks to you about his schedule, only for them to fall back on you eventually. seungmin is naturally softer towards you and isn’t one to be too energetic at night, but when he is, be prepared to receive a tickle attack when you least expect it. he won’t stop until you’re laughing so hard you can feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes. he’ll let you go with a smile, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips afterwards. he can't help it — he gets a cuteness aggression overload from you.

yang jeongin | 양정인: late night cuddles with jeongin feel best when the two of you are simply looking up to the ceiling, holding each other as his playlist plays in the background. you vibe to the music together, singing some lyrics together as you laugh at one another when you’re off-key. as you eventually grow tired, the songs playing become calmer — almost as if he could tell the time you’d be falling asleep.

jeongin's cuddles are innocent and heartwarming. his hands caress all over your body with care and passion. his fingers feel warm against your skin, making you melt under his touch — is he even aware of what he's doing to you? probably, yes. and he loves every moment of it. you cling to him, resting your head on his chest as you seek comfort in each other's embrace. you chat quietly, your voices mere whispers as you discuss potential plans for the future. the thought of spending your life like this with jeongin makes your heart flutter, and he definitely wants to share all the time he has with you.

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bloodyknucklesforme · 2 days

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Cherry Blossom | Ghost x Agent!Reader

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me

CW: Major character death, hurt/comfort

It'd been months with no contact. You were a little heartbroken especially in the beginning. A pointless argument about the nature of your relationship. You wanted more. He wanted nothing but sex.

"Don't mistake yourself for something other than a warm bed."

It was so cruel at the time. You'd screamed for him to get out. Shoving at his chest, demanding your key back, for him to never speak to you again.

You felt sick locking him out. All the extra ones he installed to "keep ya safe". The key you gave him was in an unlabeled envelope under your door a couple days later. You texted and called but he'd disconnected his number.

Your Simon had become Ghost again. You transferred departments so you wouldn't even have to hear about 141 again.

You tried dating again after a couple months but it felt empty. Somewhere out there it felt like he was still watching you, haunting you. In paranoia you checked your flat for bugs or cameras and found nothing.

You daydreamed sometime about running into him on a random London street just so you could brush him aside like he did you. Treat him with just an ounce of the same cruelty.

You weren't cruel. You always loved too much. Left yourself open too much. Heart not on your sleeve but exposed in your chest for the world to see.

Maybe that's why the knock on your door didn't take you by surprise. It was late, you planned on ignoring you. Some neighbour too drunk to realise they were at the wrong door trying to wake their partner to be let in.

Then you heard your name for the first time in months. The voice that used to rock you to sleep, fuck you sweetly, make you laugh.

You tried to ignore him but he was persistent as always. Like a cat locked out of the bedroom, knocking and calling.

"Go away, Simon." You yelled, not wanting to get too close to the door.

"Please, love... I'm sorry. I don't have anywhere else to go." He was drunk, more than you'd ever seen.

"Fuck off. Go bother MacTavish!"

"He's dead." His voice ached with pain. Tears sprung up in your eyes. Soap had always been a joy. You weren't close to him but on missions when you worked together his voice was always nice to hear. You would've been told, right? Someone would have told you.

An overheard sentence at work earlier that day. 141 going after Makarov. Something about the chunnel.

oh god...

You opened the door. He'd never looked so small. Brown eyes surrounded by red. He was struggling under the weight of his own shoulders. No mask, just Simon. You blinked and tears started to roll down your own face.

"It's my-fault." His voice cracked.

You were never good at cruel.

He fell into your arms, clutching you like a child, face buried into your neck. You walked you both backwards into your flat, kicking the door shut.

His hands grabbed fistfuls of your shirt.

"I'm sorry, lovie. I'm sorry."

"I got you. I got you. It's okay." The same words he said to you almost two years ago, a bullet in your stomach, keeping you awake during the medevac. "I'm sorry, Simon. I'm so sorry."

You bit back a sob and kissed his head. The two of you ended up on the sofa, him practically in your lap. He smelled like cheap liquor and gun powder.

"It's not your fault." You said quietly, stroking his back.

"I shouldn't be here." he straightened abruptly, pulling himself back to his stoic disposition. He sat up, rubbing his face. "I'm sorry. I'm fucking a cunt, ain't I?"

"Simon..."

"Hurt you like that. Fucked us up. Too cowardly to apologize. Now I'm just bothering you." He turned away from you, already looking towards the front door. Always had an escape plan.

"You're not bothering me."

"Johnny wanted us to get back together. Said you made me more tolerable to be around." His laugh getting caught in his throat with phlegm.

You reached out and touched his shoulder and he shuddered.

"I'm sorry, lovie. It was you and him. Fucked it all up. He's dead and you... I know you hate me now."

"I don't think I could ever hate you." You pressed your cheek against his back, arms wrapping around his middle. He laid a hand over yours. "I just wanted you to love me like I loved you."

"I don't think I can." He breathed for what felt like the first time since he got there. He moved to stand and you held tighter.

"Just stay. You're too drunk. Just stay here. Sleep on the sofa." The muscles of his back relaxed. "We can talk in the morning. Call the captain. I'm sure he's tried to reach you."

Simon sighed, head hanging low. He was stubborn.

"It's not your fault, Simon. Don't let yourself think that. He wouldn't want you to be like this." He reached behind to rest his hands on your thighs. It hurt your heart to know that you were still his safe place. Ghost was a steel wall but Simon was insecure and sad. He joked about being ugly the first time you saw his face. Shrugged you off when you got a bit too loving.

That argument about how you loved him. How you wanted him to open up, commit to you, say he loved you when he wasn't inside you. He denied every emotional intimacy.

Yet here he was, crying on your sofa at three in the morning. You didn't know if you wanted him back. It was never a possibility in your mind. Go through all this again.

You couldn't kick him out. Not like this. Not when he so clearly needed someone.

He slept on your sofa. You didn't fall back asleep, distracted by his familiar snoring.

You were never good at being cruel.

This series is still on hold but I felt randomly inspired so here's a sad little present.

#ghost x agent!reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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bingbongsupremacy · 3 days

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Closure Pt. 3

I'm taking requests! Please send you ideas in! I'd love to write them!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x plus size!reader

Warnings: swearing, anger, idk what else

Series Summary: You never knew Steve could be so shallow. When he leaves you to date Nancy Wheeler, you're left with a pain you thought he'd never leave with you. Maybe you should've stayed friends.

Part Summary: Robin invites you over for a small get-together before you leave, little did you know Steve was also invited.

*Not Proof Read* Stranger Things Masterlist

Based on Taylor Swift's Song Closure. This was a request. I tried to make everything as general as possible. Pls let me know if missed something ty. Also Eddie did not die in this.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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It's just an hour. And it'll be nice to see everyone again. I mean, I haven't seen Robin in years. I wonder whatever happened with Vickie.

I press the doorbell of the older-looking apartment. A loud ring echoes from the other side of the door. Immediately, it's opened by an excited-looking Robin.

" You made it! " She grins, pulling me into a tight hug. Her hair's grown slightly but she still looks the same as she did in high school. " We have so much to catch up on. I haven't seen you in forever. "

" Of course I made it, Rob. I wouldn't miss this for the world. " I smile at the girl.

She leads me into the apartment, loud voices immediately flooding my ears. " Make yourself at home. There's snacks and games in the living room. And Eddie brought beer. There's a few people I invited that you might not know. I hope that's okay. "

" That's alright. I don't mind. "

" Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. " Eddie's playfully acts annoyed. His hands are on his hips, a pout on his lips. His arms support multiple new tattoos, some of which look fresher than others. " I thought you died. "

I roll my eyes. " Still alive and kicking. I see you're still a drama queen. "

Eddie gasps. " Am not. "

" It's good to see you, Ed. " I grin while hugging the slightly older man. " How's the band? "

" Better than ever. " Eddie pulls out a folded sheet of paper from his black jeans. He opens it, revealing this band logo on the very top. " We're playing multiple venues now. And we've been asked to go meet with some exec hot shots for a record label. " His excitement is evident in his tone. " We fucking did it, Y/N. "

" I'm so proud of you! "

The doorbell rings and Robin jumps up from her spot on the couch to answer the door.

A few muffled voices make their way down the hallway as Robin brings the guests further into apartment.

" What about you? What've you been up too? Livin' good up in the big city? " Eddie asks. His arms are splayed out comfortably on the top of the sofa behind him. His legs are lazily crossed out in front of him, his posture very casual.

I don't get to respond. A voice behind me grabs my attention.

" Y/N? "

I know that voice.

Steve.

I turn my head to see the man I'd been hoping to avoid for days now.

Fuck.

Steve's eyes are wide in confusion. He looks slightly older but still just as attractive as he did all those years before. His hair is still styled the same, only slightly longer.

" Steve? " I mumble in surprise.

" You two know each other? " Robin asks, a smile on her face. She has no idea about us.

I nod stiffly. " We did a long time ago. "

A small movement behind Steve's shoulder grabs my attention. Nancy Wheeler peeks over his shoulder, curious to who I am.

" Oh my, Y/N? " Nancy smiles warmly.

Even better.

" Hey, Nancy. " I greet politely. Moments ago this apartment felt fun and casual. Now it feels absolutely suffocating.

I thought I was done with Steve. I threw his shit away. Why is this bugging me so much? He's a stranger now.

Then why does he feel so familiar?

The doorbell rings again and Eddie lets out a grown. " How many people did you fucking invite, Robin? At this rate the whole towns gonna be here. "

" Shut up. It's the pizza. I'll be right back. " Robin rolls her eyes before disappearing into the hall.

" Didn't you two used to date? " Eddie asks out of the blue, pointing to Steve and I.

" Uh, yeah. " Steve nods awkwardly.

Eddie looks between Nancy and Steve. " Shit, you two dated too! "

Ten points to fucking sherlock over here. Really solving all the worlds greatest mysteries.

" Man, that's awkward. "

" You think? " I glare over at him. Of course, he had to bring that shit up, didn't he.

The room grows quiet. Nancy and Steve sit side by side on the ground across from Eddie and I. A small brown coffee table separates us, thankfully putting some distance between everyone.

" Who fucking died in here? Why are you guys so quiet? " Robin asks while carrying the pizzas in. " This is supposed to be a game night, guys. Not a sit-awkwardly-on-the-floor-in-weird-silence-and-stare-at-the-floor night. " She places the pizzas on an empty area on the coffee table. " I'm gonna grab some plates and napkins. When I come back I want everyone talking. " She playfully orders.

" So..." Eddie drags out the word awkwardly. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a small baggie filled with long white rolls. " Anyone want some weed? "

" You're not smoking weed in my apartment Munson! " Robin shouts from the kitchen.

This is going to be a long night.

*******

" I'm gonna go get some air. " I take one last swig of my beer before standing up.

Who knew Eddie and Robin were so competitive when it came to twister?

They don't seem to hear me over their loud trash-talking. Robin cackles loudly as she manages to contort her body somehow to get her arm onto a green circle. " It's alright, old man. You can give up now. We all know you've got fragile bones. "

" Shut the fuck up. You're just salty I kicked your ass at uno. " Eddie's voice dies down as I make it outside.

Outside is cold and quiet but it's a nice change from the loud environment inside. It's pretty late. Everyone is tucked in their houses, away from the streets.

I'd spent the last two hours debating if I should go home. Every time I'm about to say I need to go, thoughts about how I wouldn't need to leave if I didn't still feel sad about Steve start to pop up.

" Can we talk? "

" What's there to talk about, Steve? You sent me a letter. I read it. We're fine. " I reply stiffly.

" You never replied. " Steve steps out further onto Robins' front porch. He leans against the railing a step's length away from me.

I don't bother to look at him. " I didn't feel like it. I'm not into the whole letter thing. You know that. "

I've never been a fan of writing letters. It feels less personal than talking to someone else in person or on the phone.

Steve lets out a small sigh. From the corner of my eye, I spot the steam of his breath from the cold pre-winter air. " I'm sorry. "

" You broke my heart, Steve. " Anger bubbles in my chest. " You fucking broke it. Why did it take you so long to write to me? Why didn't you try to call? " I look over at him.

" I didn't know where you lived. You moved across the country, how was I supposed to get in contact with you? " Steve asks, his eyes staring into mine.

" That's bullshit Steve and you know it. If you really fucking wanted to you would've tried to get ahold of me. I was still at home the entire summer after graduation. You could've asked my mom for my number or-fuck even my address. You had options and you chose not to do anything. How am I supposed to believe you? " I feel my face heat up from anger.

" Admit it, Steve. You sent me that fucking letter because you feel guilty. You're ashamed of yourself. You wanted to smooth things over, make yourself feel better. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready to pretend nothing ever happened yet. It wasn't just the fact that you broke up with me, Steve. We were friends. Best friends, at least I thought so. You just threw our friendship away. " I let out a bitter laugh. " And the ironic part was you were worried that you telling me how you felt would ruin our friendship. No, you did that when you let other people's opinions into our relationship. "

" I was a fucking coward, Y/N! What do you want me to say? " He asks desperately. " I lived off of the opinions of others and that ultimately cost me the best fucking thing that happened to me. " He grips the cold railing in front of us tightly. " I lost you because I was too scared to be myself and I will never forgive myself because of that. " He sighs. " I don't want you to forgive me, Y/N. I just want to know you're okay. "

" I'm not okay, Steve. I-I'm so conflicted. " I gesture to the man. " I still love you and I'm so fucking angry about it. I shouldn't still love you but I do. "

" I still love you to. " Steve replies honestly. " I haven't stopped thinking about you. I wonder what you're up to and who you've become all the time. "

I miss him too.

" What do we do? " I ask after a moment of silence.

Steve shrugs. He looks defeated. " I don't know. "

" Are you and Nancy dating again? " I ask quietly.

Steve shakes his head. " What? No. We're just friends. We haven't dated since the end of Senior Year. She's with Jonathan. "

We fall into another silence.

" I'm not ready to date you again. I don't know if I ever will be. " I begin.

Steve nods sadly. He shoves his hands in his pockets. " I completely understand. "

" But I'm willing to try to be friends again. Only friends. "

Steve's eyes light up. " Really? " A small smile of relief breaks onto his face. " Thank you, Y/N. Thank you so much. I promise this is going to better than last time. I'll treat you better than last time. "

" This doesn't mean your forgiven, it just means I'm willing to try. "

Steve nods. " I get that. I won't let you down. "

Is this stupid?

Probably.

Will I get my heart broken again? I don't know.

But we only live once and who knows where this could go. Maybe Steve has changed. Maybe he's a better man.

I guess we'll see.

Steve Harrington, please don't break my heart again. Please.

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wooahaes · 15 hours

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down memory lane

pairing: non-idol!jun x fem!reader

genre: fluff.

warnings: reader and jun are sharing chocolates throughout fic. reader + jun have a cat <3

word count: 1.2k~

daisy's notes: gourmet chocolates..... i luv u

“I’m home!”

You didn’t move from your spot on the couch, curled up with one of the books that Wonwoo had bought for you. This year, for your birthday, you had a little celebration a few days before with your boyfriend and a few of your friends (which was mainly your book club, which included Wonwoo). Drinks were had, cake was eaten, gifts were given, and it left you to enjoy the day-of your boyfriend peacefully. You had already taken off work to enjoy the day mostly on your own while Jun was at work. He’d promised to pick up ingredients for a special dinner, insisting on doing it on his way home from work rather than delay it by coming home for you. Which, to be fair, wasn’t a problem at all. It meant that you could stay home with a book and your cat (a little white fluff ball that Jun fell in love with when you both saw her at the shelter).

“Welcome home,” you called back, shifting. The cat jumped onto the floor, her little jingle bell ringing as she rushed over to fuss at Jun. Most days, he would stop to pay attention to her, but you could hear the rustling of paper bags as he toted them into the kitchen.

A minute or so later, you felt Jun’s hands on your cheeks as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Did you have a good day?”

You craned your neck back to get a better look at him, smiling. “I did, yeah. Did you?”

“It’s better now.” He always had the softest look in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Yet all too soon, he had stepped away with you, that familiar jingling following after him. “Are you hungry? Or do you want a snack?”

You slid your bookmark into your book, setting it aside as you turned to watch Jun as he made his way to the kitchen. “What kind of snack?”

Jun hid something behind his back as he made his way back to you. “I bought two,” he said, sinking down onto the couch, “just so you’d have extra for yourself. But…” He held out two boxes of chocolates from some fancy place the two of you had visited once months ago. You’d sampled the chocolates together and gushed over how delicious they were. “I got a few custom boxes for you.”

“Junnie…” You pouted at him as you accepted the boxes. How could one man be so sweet…? “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday,” he said softly. “There’s a lot, so—”

“So I can share with you.” You’d already started opening one of the boxes. There were an assortment of eight flavors, all labeled, with three of each kind inside the box. How expensive were these…? The tiniest bit of guilt bubbled up inside of you, but you met Jun’s gaze after a moment. “Feed them to me?”

He smiled, turning his face away for a moment as his cheeks grew redder. “If you want.”

You picked up the first one, a marshmallow-filled chocolate, to hold up to him. “Jun?”

He faced you with a soft hum, only for his eyes to widen for a moment as he realized what you’d been planning. You had said that you wanted to share with him, and you’d fully meant it. He leaned forward, hand raising to steady your own as he took a bite from it. For a moment, his eyes fluttered shut as he chewed before swallowing. Then he reached for another from the box, holding it up for you to eat.

“It’s silly,” he said, “but… I picked these out for a reason.”

You ate the chocolate in one bite, a hand cupping the space in front of your mouth just in case. “Hm?”

“Do you remember that time we went camping with my friends?” He toyed with the piece of paper that once held the chocolate. “You brought along marshmallows to toast with us.”

Your cheeks began burning. Apparently, s’mores were pretty damn uncommon outside of the United States… But you’d made it work with digestive cookies you’d found at the store. Jun had been endeared to your flustered expression as you tried to explain it to him and his friends (and, yes, one mister Joshua Hong knew exactly what you were talking about… and still let you flounder).

“That was mortifying.”

“It was cute!” Jun giggled. “You were so cute about it.” He picked up another chocolate, one of the salted caramel ones. “I liked watching you bicker with Joshua afterward, too.”

Averting your gaze, you took a bite when Jun offered it to you. Then your eyes flickered back to him, widening as the salty sweetness of rich caramel melted over your tongue. All too quickly, you picked one up to offer to him, letting him take a bite as well.

It was while he was chewing that you spoke up, “Is this… from the beach we went to?”

Not just any beach: the beach Jun confessed to you on. So many of his early days with you had something to do with his friends, and that time had been no different. The two of you, plus Joshua, Minghao, and Joshua’s partner, had ended up renting a beach house for a few days. Jun had managed to convince the others to let you take the room with the single bed, leaving him to room with Minghao instead. Yet he’d found you one night, after the others had dispersed for the night, gathering a few things so you could comfortably go for a walk on the beach. A flashlight in case you needed it, a bottle of water, your phone and keys…

“Can I come?” He’d asked you. You had looked up from the little bag you’d been putting together. “You don’t have to—”

“I’d like that.”

That night, he’d walked with you, talking about life. About everything that led the two of you to this point. His hand had brushed against yours a few times, always a little too shy to outright go for it. He’d finally broached the subject and saw the way you stopped, staring at him.

“You… You like me back?”

(It’d been Minghao who noticed his absence and texted him: Tell her already. She likes you, too.)

As he finished off the piece of chocolate, you squeezed your eyes shut, groaning a little. “It is, isn’t it?” And then you cupped his face. “That was so embarrassing…”

“It wasn’t!” He chuckled. “It was cute. You were so nervous…”

And he was, too, to be fair. He just giggled, looking over the other flavors. Now that he was really looking at them, all of them had some sort of silly story he could spin. The milk chocolate truffles reminded him of the time you taught him how to make a hot cocoa bomb, and the chocolate you kissed off of his lips. White chocolate, because it reminded him of the way you would get excited when you saw a place had white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. All little things he was happy to recount to you while the two of you snacked on your chocolates.

Once the box was set aside, Jun leaned in, lips pressing against your own. He could still taste chocolate on them, and he smiled against them before he drew back a moment later. He cupped your cheek, kissing your forehead one more time. “Happy birthday,” he said, eyes twinkling as he gazed at you.

Next year, he’d use the new memories you created together to turn into a gift. And he hoped to reminisce with you again, ending it all with as many kisses as you wanted.

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hitomisuzuya · 2 hours

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Self aware! Aventurine x fem!reader. Yandere! Aventurine cause why not. Something for giggles at the end.

No smut guys. This is just me being silly, and self indulgent cause Aventurine evaded me. It stings, ngl so this is more to make myself feel better😂 Pay zero attention to this nonsense omg 😂

Aventurine could instantly feel the sadness caused by the crushing weight of life through your hands the moment you played his character demo. He knew what that was like, so to be nice and so you could shut your brain off for awhile, no damage was taken at all from enemies.

Oh, but what's this? You started playing this game just for him. There were 5 days left for him to "come home", but sweetheart, it was an unrealistic gamble. You were still very wet behind the ears. Trailblaze level 39 and barely even aware of your own abilities to play the game.

Aventurine could definitely feel how scared you were observing you struggle and ultimately triumph over certain tasks once you got a feel for it down. It took you a lot of nerve to even play. He would hear you think, "I hate messing up and not doing things right the first time."

Dedication squeezed at your heart. Made you lose sleep. Dedication all for him.

Please quiet your pounding heart, darling. You have a better grasp than you think. It was quite frankly amazing to see.

It was both amusing and endearing to see you soak up information like a sponge. Only to have you try and pull when you had a comfortable amount of currency.

As the days went by, and your time window got closer to slamming shut until the next opportunity, he supposed that it was a good thing Dr. Ratio was helping you out.

Supposed, anyways

You were starting to cheer for Ratio when he started to crit high. That was starting to irk him, but the rush of fulfillment he felt through you when you cleared something made it worth it.

After all, you were doing all this for him. Aventurine was only able to feel your emotions because he is was always on your mind every second you played. Even after logging off.

You are his, damn it. That was that. There really wasn't anyone else you needed. He craved to spoil you.

Of course, he had his own ways of keeping tabs on you. Dr. Ratio was starting to be more use to him that he thought.

Aventurine truly hated shutting you down, especially when he felt your heart sting and a few tears well into your eyes. You held your head high and soldiered right on, brushing them away from your eyes with your delicate hand before they even fell.

He wanted you flourish first. He wanted you to have 10000% confidence. He knew he could've just come home and did everything for you, but he wanted to fight by your side as well as fight for you. He wanted you set up the party with him in it and think with a smile, "I can do this. I know I am capable. And I have you, Aventurine. Nothing can go wrong."

It was a pleasure for him to watch you. Especially in the Simulated Universe, and the Critter Pick quest. How you smiled and giggled at the cat cakes. You cooed at them. Even lamented about not having something like them in another game.

When that time finally came, and it would, don't you worry your pretty little head. He already knew your dedication level was incredibly high, and there would be extra insurance provided by both you and him.

Aventurine realized that you were irrevocably, totally, and completely dizzy in love with him. The words in your head exactly. They made his heart skip beats.

When he realized he was in love with you, it was during the end of Critter Pick mission. It snuck up on him, and slapped him hard in the face. It was when you were facing down the Swarm for the final Curio.

You loathed The Juvenile Sting and Lesser Sting from the Swarm in particular. You'd retreated over and over, getting intimidated when they multiplied. Until one night, you'd narrowed your eyes in determination and said, "Okay, you fucking bugs. Let's go. I won't be bullied by you today. I will do this for the sake of the cat cakes."

You dug your heels in, and didn't run. You wanted to do many times. You were already terribly fragile with your confidence to begin with. He watched you so close, and the surge of pride he felt when he saw you refused to yield in the end was undescribable.

"That's my girl," He'd murmured when the final bug exploded. Ratio may have taken care of you, and he was glad for that. Aventurine knew he would've been better for you.

Until that day when he could come for you, darling, he was still going to be there. Hovering patiently unseen. Maybe your shields around your characters would last a little longer in tight spots. Maybe a mysterious extra skill point would appear that you thought you didn't have. Maybe, just for you, Ratio would have an extra follow up attack.

And okay maybe sometimes when you had to pause battle for whatever reason, Ratio would get downed mysteriously now and then. He really, really was starting to hate that you relied on him so much.

Aventurine sought out a certain master hacker to put traces on your phone. That would was the only way to keep you close off game. Perhaps he would find a way to just come to you. And poof, you would disappear from your world and go with him.

He felt much better knowing where you were, and what you were doing when he so desired. He lived for when he could hear you say his name outloud. It sounded so sweet to him to even hear you think it.

It was ideal, really.

And just who was Scaramouche anyways? He was immediately shut down with such a spine chilling shock when he tried to investigate.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #aventurine #self aware aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n

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ffjj5 · 1 day

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I'm not broken, just bent 😔

So I don't know if the joy of being a peri menopausal woman is the reason I feel as I do, or if it's frustration from having a difficult boss who often forgets we are all human and also have a life outside of work. Maybe it stems from that lifelong feeling I have had of never being good enough ( which is a whole other story involving step parents, step siblings and a dad who prioritized his new family over his own child.) If it's me still adjusting to living with a chronic condition that causes me regular pain and limits my ability to do the things I used to do without a second thought. Or if it's just that the world is going to hell in a hand basket, but right now I just feel like I want to scoop up all my favourite people ( and my cats of course) and just disappear somewhere where we can all just be us, have fun, cry, laugh, sleep, get drunk and declare how much we love each other, play boardgames, eat good food and just forget it all.

This is the shit I want...

I also want peace, the chance to shut out all the noise, to just sit and be.

Jungkook zoning out when he gets overwhelmed is something I can relate to a lot more over the last 18 months. There are many times I have just shut myself at home on my days off because I neither have the desire or drive to go out.

It's too peopley out there.

On a daily basis in my job I deal with the best and worst of the general public and I can't lie, it has made me like people less 😬

All this being said I am not a miserable old women who sees no joy in the world. I have the best friends both near and far, and I have the best daughter who is my best friend and an eternal source of joy and love. I do things that make me happy and I spend time with those most precious to me and we have the best times.

There is just something not sitting right at the moment and I just wanted to put it down in writing as this in itself is very cathartic.

As always there is a BTS song that makes me feel seen and understood 😭😭.

God I love these men 💜

#life #sometimes i want to run away #BTS always have a song for that #zero o clock makes me cry everytime

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a-roguish-gambit · 2 days

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Oh goddddd. Something I reblogged earlier today has given me the best/worst x men brainrot

X-Men maid cafe.

It starts out simple enough with a need for money to help cover maintenance costs at the school. Shit gets blown up/destroyed all the time there. Tis expensive AF.

The queer community is the most mutant friendly out there and many of the X-Men are some flavor of not straight so Charles puts it up to Scott and the others to come up with a way to do a 50/50 split donation drive of sorts in combination with the local LGBT rights org for the school and the org at a local pride festival.

People are brainstorming shit and aren't coming up with anything and then morph jokes "lol what if we did that shit they do in all the super power school animes where they have a maid cafe"

The girls all roll their eyes. Most of the guys look unamused. Jean Grey telepathically flicks a paperclip at them. Then Gambit speaks up, suddenly very enthusiastic about the idea and tries to encourage the others to do the idea.

Storm immediately shuts him down. Jean grey tries to challenge him "sure we can do that...except in the spirit of pride it should be a drag cafe. Women as butlers, men as maids" hoping it would scare him off.

Gambit just looks more enthused. "PERFECT! GAMBIT LOVES DAT IDEA!"

The room is silent. Storm, jean, and rogue share surprised looks before shrugging their shoulders and voting yes. Kurt, Bobby, and morph are up for it too. With majority vote they go through with it.

Gambit and jean fight over the menu. Gambit wanting a full restaurant style menu going and Jean furiously reminding him that this is only going to be up for like a week and none of his choices are cafe food.

They some how manage to get Logan into the outfit and he looks like an angry cat some child played dress up with.

Jubilee working the kitchen and sending the items out with the gayest most sparkling presentation.

Bobby was declared the milkshake king by a group of LGBT gen Zers.

They have donation jars marked with each server's name labeled "tell us which server is your favorite" Hank and Kurt are tied for first place.

Hank is so confused people keep telling him he's amazing and wonderful and keeping asking him for hugs even if they are not attracted to him at all.

Local poetry lesbians have adopted him as their group guy friend.

Kurt: "vy do že keep calling me 'twink'? Pretty sure it's a compliment but I vish I knew vat it meant."

The bi community stanning rogue and gambit. The same group of 10 or so bi peeps coming in and stuffing their jars with ones.

They ended up coming up with x men themed treats. There's cupcakes with little red candy sunglasses on them for cyclops, and a midnight blue flan style pudding with strawberries for nightcrawler. And of course Remy beignet.

Charles is oblivious to this until they open up shop. Goes in to check out how stuff is going, sees just students in non X-Men costumes and just....processes for a few minutes before saying "good work. Have fun" and wheeling himself out the door.

Idk this is probably dumb but I love it ok let them do stupid stuff

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uhadoreable · 1 day

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Hi. I did it again. This chapter will probably be pretty gosh darn long too, so sorry in advanced.

Ghost x Soap

TW: Ghost really doesn’t have soaps best intentions in mind, Makarov would do him better, I keep yapping, Scottish women can’t even translate soaps crap

Dog Bleeding Goodness (2)

If the gods asked Soap to design a drug to curse humankind into addiction, he’d let it be Ghost’s voice.

That raspy, slightly too raspy, yet gruff voice that echoed from behind his dirty skull balaclava etched a shiver into his spine, sent him whipping his head around to meet Ghost’s gaze a little too fast.

Loosing out on any attempts on subtleness.

“Aye, LT, bet’n you could loosin’ up, aye?”

His words were loose, lost in vowels after just a drop too much alcohol. It was crappy alcohol, but it got the job done. It left Soap feeling just the smallest sparks of a high, being left on edge and hoping to lose all sense of worldly convictions.

Yet, Ghost said nothing. Just watched.

It drove Soap mad. Made him look like a foaming and rabid dog how his body stiffened and silenced itself, how he blocked out the world around them, until he could hear the soft breaths of his lieutenant. It wasn’t that he needed to hear Ghost speak, no, he was just - being a good sergeant for his commanding officer.

And he surely wasn’t waiting for any praise.

No.

No, god no.

He would never steal his own breath away and deprive his blood of oxygen until he could hear Ghost purr out the most lack luster praise. That would be insane, improbable, unlikely.

And it surely didn’t get himself even higher to look at Ghost.

“We have a mission to get through, don’t get yourself too drunk.”

As if the crummy beer was ever even a little capable of getting Soap drunk.

But if Soap contorted his words enough in his head, changed how Ghost stared at him with such blandness in his mind, it felt like Ghost cared.

Which was insane to say, so he decided to shut his maw on it. Ghost didn’t care for other people, didn’t let his heart yearn for others, he especially wouldn’t love a man like his sergeant.

Yet Soap, for some odd reason, appreciated contorting and changing how Ghost spoke in his head to fit the catalyst of a delusion that Ghost did. He liked to believe that Ghost said these things, watched him with such a firing blaze, because he liked him.

“Aye, wouldnae’ upset ye’”

And that was that.

Ghost nodded and then looked away.

Their conversations were never long, never anything worth much. They were worth so little, the men having the smallest party around them didn’t care to butt in. Didn’t interrupt like most drunk men would do when anybody had any sort of semblance of a good thing happening.

That’s how he knew he had nothing.

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Soap’s job was to blow crap up, push into buildings, and then maybe get what the brass ordered them to get, assuming he didn’t end up in a massive dog fight first.

Sniping was nowhere in that job.

But some old cat stumbled along back into the task force and the ever so subtle pushover Price was, pushed Soap out of his main role so said old geezer could have a swing at nostalgia.

But sniping was Ghost’s job.

He did fine without him, it was insane he even had to group up with a man who was just edging his forties and could handle sniping on his own without another soul’s help.

He should be down there, fighting, taking on fights - not watching them from atop a hill.

The only good that came out of it was that his body was almost painfully close to Ghost, just close enough that when he did take a good shot, or didn’t move around as much as a teen on their first line, Ghost would whisper out some generic praise.

A good man, good work Johnny, good work Soap.

When the older man whispered out Johnny, that’s when Soap really got still, almost begging for Ghost to keep going, and he never did.

He kept it tactical, Soap, well Soap was damned to spend his hours walking across an unsure line. The kind of line where he didn’t know what beast rested on either side but found himself more keen to figure that out than what was at the end of the line.

He would gladly throw his safety and well being away, his chance at a tomorrow, to find out what he was to Ghost and what Ghost wanted him to be.

It was only after a particularly good shot that Ghost praised him the most, almost made Soap open up his jaw to demand more. Almost.

“Good work Johnny, keep your eye steady, good man.”

It was a compound of every praise that was generic enough to rip out his control and force him to look at Ghost. Force a small smile dusting his face before Ghost’s glare turned sharp again. A compound of everything he was velvety weak to.

It was only natural the small gasp he let out, his thoughts muffled into nothing, his head felt shockingly empty for once. There were no buzzing race tracks of thoughts and feelings, it was just the quiet and loving buzz of praise from a man he’d convince even god himself he wasn’t in love with.

And maybe, maybe just once, it would’ve done him favors to forgo his mission if only for a second and glance at Ghost.

Look at him as Ghost glared daggers into his soul.

He knew why he always stared at Soap now, fragile things, good things, would always find their way into the maw of a hungry creature.

And Ghost was starved.

A starving dog realizing he’d been chasing after a high quality slab of steak.

Whatever that rotten head was pondering, staring was soon a promise to be the least of Ghost’s efforts to sink his rapid maw in.

#ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #i will not explain #i need a lobotomy

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shima-draws · 2 months

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Suddenly got the inexplicable urge to watch the Cats musical again. And then I remembered this ask I answered on my sideblog and giggled like an idiot

#I LOVE CATS!! SHUT UP!! IT’S SO GOOD!!!!#The 2019 movie ruined its reputation 😭#The OG 1998 stage version that was recorded…MWAH. PERFECTION #Anyway I love watching Tugger praise his boyfriend for four minutes in song form as Misto does his gay little dance #Forever salty at how the 2019 movie BUTCHERED Misto’s character #Me: He would NOT act like that #OG Misto is confident in his abilities and has every right to be #Misto: Yeah I can do magic. And?#Cats #Cats musical #Shima speaks #I grew up being like. OBSESSED with Cats. So it has a very special place in my heart <3 #Used to be a Macavity girlie now I am a Mistoffelees girlie all the way #I love the way Jacob plays him in the 98 version <3 #All the Jellicles: Deut is missing what do we do?!!#Tugger: WAIT #Tugger: Let him cook.#Misto: 🏳️‍🌈✨🩰#And then he fixes everything. LMAOOO

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thebramblewood · 4 days

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The cat might just murder Lilith before anyone else gets the chance.

Previous / Next

Lilith: Helena. Darling. The sky is rapidly darkening, and you haven’t even begun getting ready.

[cat meows in displeasure, fleeing the scene]

Helena: What the- Hey! I was reading that.

Lilith: Haven’t you read every damn book in this library twice over by now?

Helena: Establishing a firm grasp on the foundations of vampiric history is absolutely vital to learning-

Lilith: All you’ve learned since arriving is how to parrot [raises voice] the incredibly questionable opinions of my infuriatingly pretentious brother.

Helena: That’s not true. I’ve-

Lilith: Class is dismissed! Time for your extracurricular activities. Now, run along and make yourself fit for the outside world. [wrinkles nose disapprovingly] Can you even remember the last time you washed your hair?

Lilith: Christ, you two are attached at the hip. It’s nauseating, truly. You’re certain you’re not trying to steal her from me?

Caleb: Lilith, how could I possibly steal her from you? She doesn't belong to you. She doesn't even trust you — with good reason, I might add. I can hardly help it if she finds me to be far more tolerable company.

Lilith: [rolls eyes] I’m not sure what’s worse, your insufferable pseudo-intellectualism rubbing off on her or her infuriating impertinence rubbing off on you. Either way, I don’t think I like it.

Caleb: And I don’t think I particularly care.

Lilith: Do remember I kindly chose to leave you with your windpipe intact. I can’t guarantee I’ll be feeling so generous next time.

[cat yowls and scrambles across her feet]

[shrieks in frustration] Curse this vile beast! I cannot get a moment’s peace around here anymore!

Caleb: [quietly] Good girl.

[cat purrs contentedly]

Lilith: I heard that!

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims 4 story #story: hzid #i'm having so much fun with this cat already lol #love the implication that caleb transformed that overgrown shrub into a perfectly groomed bonsai tree in 15 seconds #i mean that is a good use of one's vampire super speed #lilith whining about caleb's pseudo-intellectualism while speaking in alliterative thesaurus words... girl shut up 🤣#caleb vatore #lilith vatore #helena zhao #drusilla the cat

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luck-of-the-drawings · 5 months

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EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.

#cw blood #cw vomiting #jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #ARTHUR BENNETS DRY HUMOR IS SOOO FUCKIN FUNNY OH MY GOOODDD the sleepin upside down bit omg..#i love drawing him with just the same stoic expression. he is a stone cold pillar of ice to me. one that loves his little kitty kittyyyyy #i loved watching him work with emizel aswell the dynamic is SOO FUN #I LOVE THAT EMIZEL IS SO FOND OF CATS TOO LIKE RAAAHH THATS SO SWEET.. pepper is his favorite cat....#the part with him defending pepper was SO CUTE UGHH i love emizel he is so small and sharp and pointy AND YET #there is LOVE IN THAT BOYS MOSTLY DEAD HEART I TEEELLL YOU HWAT!!! and in other news:#i love love love the concept of 'royal shut-in gets lost in the big city' MY BABY BOY SHILOOO I ADORE HIMMMM #AND DEACON WAS SOOOO NICE TO HIM givin him a place to stay n helpin him dress up for the party and taking him around town to see the sights #im in love with deacon i love him soooo much. AND ALSO. ABOUT SHILO.#HE CAN EAT FOOOOOD LIKE SURE THE GARLIC GOT HIM BUT WE GGOOOTTA GIVE HIM A MILKSHAKE OR SMTH #LIKE I THOUGHT IN THE FIRST EPISODE WHEN HE SIPPED SODY N NOTHING HAPPENED. I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUSTA FLUKE #BUT NO ITS A PATTERN ITSA PATTERN HE CAN EAT FOOD!!! BABY BOY CAN EAT FOOOD!!!!!!! FEED HIM MORE FOOD!!! food is the best human creation #I HOPE MORE GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO THESE BOYS. especially since. well. okay so ive seen the 4th episode. sigh.#like holy fuck. hey ep4? what the fuck? hey you just let that happen? what the fuck. what the FUCK. EPISODE 4. HEY WHAT THE FUCK #THAT DIDNT NEED TO HAPPEN. OH MY GOD. THIS BETTER END WELL. IN TWO WEEKS I KNOW YALLRE GONNA BE SCREAMIN TOO BC OHHH MY GLOD. WHAT THE FUCK #EPSIDOE FOUR STILL HAS ME FUCKED UP SO BAD OH MY GOD. I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT. HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHYYYYYY. NOOOOOOO!

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ourdreamsareneon · 7 months

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okay *cracks knuckles* I did a post about gale, time for his better half - astarion

Some of you don't have media literacy and it shows.

I dont know where to start so I'm gonna go hard before getting soft (insert sex joke.) Act 1 astarion is an asshole. He's manipulative and toxic and uses his power as a ~230 year old vampiric high elf to manipulate you into (among other things) having sex with him. I understand falling for him at that point, that's not your fault it's just the game gaming and the writers are really good at how they write his manipulation. However, it does strike me as strange that some of y'all get to the scene where he confesses to using and manipulating you and you....don't care? 'He's just damaged! its not his fault!' babygirl, someone can have a good reason for hurting you, but that doesn't take away the pain. I'm not saying that you shouldn't still love him, but it's strange how many of you disregard that scene. I know for me at least I was saddened by it and definitely was a little wary about him afterwards until beating Cazador and unlocking the nice happy healthy Astarion relationship.

Now here's where we get soft to prove that I actually like Astarion. The reason that confession stings for me is because I have many a memory of being SA'd then being told "I'm not even into you, you were just there." Ever since I stopped being a girl and became a woman, something that happened all too early in my life, I have been used and abused. And hey, sorry for making my Tav the exact same way but I like processing my trauma through D&D. I relate a lot to Astarion. Hurt people hurt people and I know that better than anyone. I also know better than anyone that picking yourself up and healing from that hurt sucks ass. Which brings me to two points. Um apologies for getting hard on you again.... insert another sex joke here.

1) Astarion isn't ace. I've seen this briefly and while I appreciate the need for queer rep, and love headcanons, I do think this discounts the struggle a lot of SA survivors go through. Okay, back to my life so we can compare. When I was chin deep in my abusive relationships and just general shitty time of my life, I was fucking and sucking literally so much it hurt. However as soon as I got out of that situation, I basically became celibate for 2 years. I didn't know how to have sex in a way that was healthy, or that wouldn't make me feel awful about myself. It was only this year that I was able to finally have sex in a way that made me happy. I think you'd be blind not to see Astarion in the same way. He's just a hurt man that is trying to rediscover and heal himself. Which is why he doesn't care about Tav and Halsin, and why you can have sex on his grave. He is very sexually open he just needs some time.

2) Ascended Astarion isn't sexy and I don't think some of you are ready for that conversation. Look I don't have time to go through this because I have a meeting in 30 minutes because I'm an adult with bad time management. But I just. Come here. Come real close. Abusive relationships aren't hot and sexy. We all love a little bit of kink but if you don't see Ascended Astarion as clearly the bad choice, I'm very confused. He's so sweet and loving and kind and HEALED if you don't let him ascend, I can't imagine not wanting that. And like I said, kink is fine! And ascending him because you're doing an evil run or whatever is also fine! Just please, I need teenagers to stop romanticising abuse because the media you consume does rub off on you.

TL;DR I love Astarion with all my heart, but by the writers own admission he was created as a Try Not To Overly Sexualise an Abuse Survivor Challenge and y'all are failing left and right!

#refusing to read this before posting because my cat sat on me and now im over stimulated #also ive been in love with neil as soon as i saw Gavin Reed breathe in dbh so im not better than anyone #it just saddens me i think bc it feels the same as ppl who sexualise my trauma #i also literally have a side blog dedicated to Billy Stranger Things so this isnt avout the good victim/bad victim thing #because that doesnt exist and if it did i wouldnt be on the good side uwu #anyway let me know what i missed or just scream at me to shut up lol #bg3 #balders gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #tw: sa mention

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apostaterevolutionary · 4 months

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Marvelling at the mutual trust it takes to play with a cat (or dog or many other pets, but in my case it’s a cat) with your hands

My hand is holding his shoulders, but it’s close to his fragile neck. Yet he doesn’t worry about me ever hurting him, even by accident. It would never cross my mind, of course, other than ensuring I don’t accidentally injure him, but it’s impossible for him to know that for sure. Still, he never hesitates to invite me to play this game with him and to put himself in the vulnerable position of belly and throat exposed

Meanwhile his paws are on my skin and even though he might get a little sharp sometimes when he’s excited, if he really wanted to shred me, he could. He doesn’t. He could do the same with his teeth, but he never does. He doesn’t even break the skin with them and only ever does with his claws shallowly and by accident. He could tear my flesh and spill my blood at any point, he’s in the perfect position to do so and his instincts would tell him exactly how, yet he always chooses not to

And through all this, we can’t talk to each other. He knows a few commands and I can read his body language, but we can’t actually communicate directly at all. No words can be shared, only actions. So much vulnerability, so much trust needed, and yet it’s just a fun game for both of us, one we play often multiple times a day, and nothing more

Idk just. The relationship you can have with a member of another species that loves and trusts you is just so special, I don’t think there is a purer version of love that exists in the world than the love for a pet

#idk what I’m talking about lmao I just love my little guy so much #and my sweet old dear that passed last year (that I still very much miss)#and idk just. the beauty of that #of sharing these experiences where we both choose to put ourselves in a vulnerable position #when we can’t even communicate #and we do that *for fun* and have a good time #the trust. it’s really beautiful. it requires so much love #text #misc #shut up nerd #cats

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