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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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"Word of advice, boss!! Take a break or even a nap because if i see you in here in the next three hours, I'll fold all of your paperwork into frogs and it will take you fifteen minutes to unfold them. Each." ( from suki to hyuk in verse two 🥲 - you sure you wanna test her, hyuk JFKLSJDLFKJ )

@kamipyre ♚ from x.

♔ ———–

Here it goes again. They won’t give up, will they? Suki and Jae-Hwan. It doesn’t matter how many times he attempts to block them with his bitter mouth and disgruntled teeth, these two keep coming his way like unafraid birds sitting on the arms of the saddest and ugliest scarecrow. Inspector Im with their bright smile that almost looks odd in comparison to the office’s gloom; with plastic bags full of food and the need to replace folders tucked in Hyuk’s hands for chopsticks. And then there’s her, Forensic Scientist Nakamura, intrepidity dressed in pink; with hands that could turn all of these written, overwhelming stories in a parade of figurines and an attitude which could be translated into pure dynamite if allowed. Her way of caring is a tad bit harsher than Jae-Hwan’s.

She doesn’t ask --- she knows asking nicely won’t work in this case. She doesn’t have time for nonsense. She sets rules and lists the consequences of not abiding to said rules. The biggest consequence of them all being her origami skills used as a weapon.

He remembers something like this. Vaguely. His mind sometimes struggles, as if fragmented due to being rammed into a pool of distress more than a few times. But he remembers, back when he worked in the LAPD and he met her, Suki Nakamura, a clever investigator who decided to leave the States to bring her talent to this dingy office that Hyuk can barely cover with his savings. He remembers that she also said things like these, similar things...and he preferred to abide to them than having paper animals scattered all over his desk.

But right now, you could drown him in paper frogs, pigeons, ducks...and he’d refuse to move from his seat until finding what he’s looking for. Can’t she see that this is important? No, no...he hasn’t told anyone. He hasn’t expressed why it’s so important to go back to the files that have any information concerning Patrick’s watch. He hasn’t confessed that he saw a very similar one falling from the Black Knight’s pocket.

He hasn’t said anything about the map, either. The one resting in one of his hands; a pencil on the other. He’s been circling and drawing dots around certain zones. Zones within Itaewon.

“I asked about the possible effects of fire on a watch or similar items, not advice, Nakamura.”

His edges have turned harder; his demeanor tense and exhausted. She’s more than observant, of course. And it’s noticeable, isn’t it? The bags under his eyes; the rigid lines etched onto his face. She’s right, very right: the detective does need a break; does need to rest. He’s been needing a breather for years...but it’s not something he allows himself to have, less when he knows he has things to do.

Lee Hyuk always has things to do. The truth requires a full-time position.

It also seems everyone keeps giving him advice he deems unnecessary. Suki. Jae-Hwan. The Black Knight.

“I already slept last night.”

And by sleeping last night, he means the 10-ish minutes where he fell asleep without knowing, right on his desk. What woke him up was the sound of something scratching the floor. He’s not sure if he imagined it, because nothing was there when he woke up. Then again, the slightest of sounds tend to stir him, so who knows. Maybe it was his own shoe.

“I’ll be here for as long as it takes. Origami Zoo or not---”

Or. Hyuk looks back at the map, traces a line there. From the office’s location to a place within Itaewon. Maybe he should start there. At least, he vaguely remembers being there that day. He just hopes his mind isn’t betraying him. What’s real and what isn’t anymore?

He stands up from his seat, folds and tucks the map within the pocket inside his jacket. Hyuk turns to look at Suki.

“Fine. I’ll take a break. Just because I remembered how much I hate unfolding those things.”

A lie, a faux statement that he distracts by using his index finger to point at a sparkly headband sitting on his desk. He took it out of his hair this morning (he won’t admit it helped by taking away strands of hair that sometimes block his vision).

“I told you to stop tying my hair with that.”

Hand drops to his side and he starts moving, toward the door. Toward some exploration around Itaewon.

“I’ll...return later.”

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#kamipyre #♔ || interaction (suki).#♔ || how can they say paper wings are feeble when yours are the strongest i've ever seen (nakamura).#I have to think about a tag for Suki in this arc IUHWIDUHWED STAY TUNED---#in the meantime I'll put the one I use for arc one :D #Not Hyuk lying to Suki pLEASE--#also not Hyuk on his way to try to snoop around or scout the area to see if he finds something familiar---#I won't blame Suki if she suspects something is going on considering how stubborn Hyuk is IWUHEDIUWHD #and Suki cannot be easily fooled 😤#wouldn't blame her either if she ends up folding everything around her and leaving it on his desk as present when he returns LMAO WIEDHWUDH-#WHEN WILL HE EVER LEARN---#BUT FERRE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN :D #I HOPE IT'S OKAY THAT I SORT OF?? CONNECTED THIS ASK WITH THE OTHER ONE?? Of the Black Knight accidentally dropping the pocket watch IWHEDIW #I ALSO HOPE THAT IT'S OKAY THAT I INCLUDED SOME DETAILS that we've discussed here and there ;W;#AND THAT IT'S NOT TOO?? FORWARD OR ANYTHING that Hyuk is trying to look around #I'm sure he won't be successful the first times because he doesn't remember the area well due to what happened IUWHEIDUWHED #BUT PLS IF SOMETHING DOESN'T SIT RIGHT OR IF YOU NEED ME TO CHANGE SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY LET ME KNOW AND I'LL CHANGE IT UwU!!!#HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY <3!!!!!!!!#♔ || queue.

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starsmuserainbow · 2 months

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I need to start adding some "queued" tag to my queued posts again. At least to those things I reblog again simply because of, well, mostly I'd say because of timezone, aka to have it appear on the dash while I sleep which is when I think more of you are around.

Tagging these posts is kinda a challenge. I don't wanna have them appear double in my usual character-tags (aka ic of someone, headcanons of someone, the likes) and so far I mostly just attached the general fitting tags to it, but, when I think of someone that wouldn't wanna see these re-reblogs and wanna filter them out - that is pretty much impossible then. Also for memes if I attach a tag I could hint at a "meme blog to reblog from" being in the pre-previous reblog bc the rereblog is always one I reblogged from myself, maybe? Bc I've recently had some random blogs reblog memes from me directly and I think that might be why (and I always kinda hate it when they do bc I go all ":D notification!!!" and then "D: rando reblog D:" immediately afterwards so uh) and perhaps that way I could fix that - but then I'd already need two different tags for the queued stuff again bc one for everything that isn't a meme and one for the rereblogs of memes and like

why am I always making everything so complicated for myself!

#✫ Out of Characters ✫ | OOC #also what about the art and musings I queue I don't really use any queued tag on these either #but I wouldn't wanna have those in the same tag that somoene might filter out for not seeing things double from me (and those aren't double #so that's like a third different queue tag then? oh boy

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makemycitybreak · 1 year

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He just deserves better than them

#he has this one best friend in the class #most iconic ib duo #only thing is #that when his bestie isn't at school he doesn't come to school either #but when he doesn't come to school his bestie just hangs out with other people #and when they're both there he just seems kind of left out #always walking alone to lunch #coming later or earlier than them to math class #I think he was looking at me today when I walked out of school #he was in the cantine queue #I think if there wouldn't have been like 30 m between us we would've locked eyes

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whaledenwtf · 4 months

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Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to Karlach telling him that his gn crush likes him too but they're too shy to confess?

YES!!! I'm sorry this took so long, but its been in queue this whole time Love this idea!!

REQUEST HERE BG3 Masterlist

Headcannons: Astarion, Gale, Wyll and Halsin reacting to Karlach telling him that gn!reader likes them back but they are too shy

Warnings: None. This is just fluff and cuteness

I tried to write as much as possible but the way Halsin as a character is... I wrote it shorter considering he seeks you out in game, and wouldn't hesitate to do so in this case either. First time I write Wyll too, so I hope I gave his character justice 💞

Astarion

He felt frustrated for the longest time. How can his flirting not get to you?

He's been trying so hard to get you under his thumb.

Gods why aren't you being seduced

He sees those little blushes and rapid heartbeat so he knows it affects you.

Admittedly, he started falling for you because you weren't jumping his bones.

This man is broken, but with you he feels mendable.

He begins to slow down with the flirting, but his gazes went from calculating to longing.

Its so embarrassing that Karlach speaks up

"When will you realize they like you? Aren't you supposed to have sharp senses? Some kind of vampire you are..." She tells him one day, while they were at camp.

He drops his dagger, almost stabbing his foot.

"I'll choose to ignore that last part. Repeat what you said." He asks her again.

"They. Like. You. Too." She told him, grinning. His eyes widen at the revelation.

"I couldn't wait anymore. I feel so much better now that I've gotten that out of my system. I hate keeping secrets." She turns around, speaking to no one in particular as she walks away.

He felt... elated. You like him back!

He considers what this means for his future.

On the one hand, you could be by his side. On the other, he feels this sense of worry. Between his undead nature, and your very much not undead nature, what will that mean for you both.

He cards a hand through his curls, sighing.

He might be getting ahead of himself! After all, you still don't know that he knows that you like him.

Maybe he should say something?

He ponders what to do for the rest of the day, distracted.

Gale

Oh gods, he was so nervous around you

He tried flirting, but the things he said were so embarrassing

He still can't believe he said he likes your musk

That one-liner haunts his dreams- well nightmares

He sees how easily you flirt back with Astarion and it makes him feel... insecure (much more than he currently is)

Everytime he tries to convey his adoration for you, he says something awkward and all you can do is blush

He thought you liked what he was saying, but you haven't responded to any of his adoration

Oh Mystra, what if you blush because you're embarrassed of him

He is trailing behind the group by a couple paces, clenching and unclenching his fists with a frown on his face

"What's the problem?" Karlach whispers into his ear.

He jumps in fear, snapping out of his sad thoughts.

"Oh, Karlach! Just pondering some things..." He can't help but look at your back longingly. Karlach hums, grinning.

"Do your problems involve a special leader of ours?" She says normally. The distance has grown enough between the two and the rest of your group, but it doesn't help Gale's anxieties.

"Keep your voice down! Please." He whisper shouts. Karlach raises her hands in the air, surrendering.

"I don't understand why you're so worried Gale, they like you too." His head snaps to Karlach, his eyes searching for any deceit in her words.

"I'm sorry?" Karlach furrows her brows.

"You're forgiven?" He shakes his head.

"I was asking you to repeat yourself." He says tiredly. Her eyebrows raise.

"Oh! Well, (Y/N) likes you too."

"And how do you know this?" Karlach rubs the back of her neck.

"A birdie told me."

"A birdie." He says, deadpanned.

"Fine. It was (Y/N)." She says quietly.

Truth! And from the source, no less!

Oh gods, he was elated! Maybe he should think of other things to say to you.

Karlach leaves him be as he goes back to pondering what he should say to you.

"Your musk reminds me of home" He thinks this one's good. Until he remembers he lives next to the ocean.

I don't think they would like to be compared to fish...

Back to square one

Wyll

He really tried, the poor thing

He compares you to the most wonderful of things

The sun, the moon, the warm summer air, the cool nights filled with music and soft spoken words

He himself said he'd like to take things slow, and he is.

He'd just appreciate knowing if you felt the same way.

Today you were all traversing the woods surrounding the Emerald Grove, trying to find answers to the worms inside your skulls.

He was walking alongside Karlach, a companionable silence between them.

"You know... there's been some romances in our group recently." His ears perk at her words.

"Oh really?" He couldn't help being curious. Romance is such a beautiful thing, especially in perilous times like these.

"Shadowheart and Lae'zel... Astarion and Halsin. There's also (Y/N)-" She cuts herself off, throwing her hand over her mouth to stop talking. His head snaps to her, looking at her.

"Our leader has found romance?" He tries to ask coolly, but he can't help but feel slightly hurt.

"Well- I mean... They have a crush on someone." Wyll's heart clenches at the thought. Was it Gale? Maybe it's Karlach-

"That's... good." Karlach bites her lip.

"They told me, and now I feel like a bad friend for spilling their secret..." He furrows his brows, thinking about who you may have a crush on. What if it was on Astarion? Or Halsin... He couldn't compete with all that muscle-

"At least I didn't say they had a crush on you-" Karlach says, trying to calm herself down. When she realizes what she said, she slaps her hand over her mouth again. Wyll's eyes widen.

"They do?" He feels hopeful, for the first time in a long time.

She nods, hand still covering her mouth.

Wyll looks around, making sure no one is listening, before whispering to Karlach.

"I like them too." She squeals into her hand, jumping up and down in excitement.

He walks around with a newfound confidence, and makes sure to stay close to you and talk.

He never realized how much you blushed when he spoke to you, and it was adorable.

Halsin

He tried to be so delicate with you since he knew he was.. a lot

He may be an animal to some extent but he saw how delicate you were

He'd call you his little flower, and you'd always blush

Your shy nature made him unsure if you liked him

He was confident, sometimes stupidly so, as evident from his scars

He really should have known about bear mating season

He spent most of time in camp pacing back and forth, thinking

Despite the Shadowcurse taking up most of his headspace, like Selune, you were a guiding light in his thoughts

He loved your laugh, the crinkles by your eyes, the face you make when you're pondering something.

He would always stare and watch you in amazement.

Apparently his affections were too noticeable, considering Karlach of all people came up to him.

"Gods, I can't believe I have to be a messenger" was the first thing he heard, with the crunch of her boots on fallen foliage.

She walks into his view and waves at him.

"Hello-"

"They like you too." She said before walking away.

His eyes widen at her, before he processes the words.

They... like him too

Nobody has ever seen the gargantuan elf run so quickly in their time together.

He picks you up and spins you around, laughing loudly.

"They didn't ask you to tell him, did they?" Shadowheart whispers to Karlach as they watch them spinning and laughing loudly.

"No. I was just tired of the longing looks." Karlach tells her, smiling at her skillful execution as Cupid.

#fanfic #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x reader #halsin x reader #wyll x reader #fluff #teeth rotting fluff #sweet #karlach #astarion x reader

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gallusrostromegalus · 6 months

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Speaking of public health. What was the soul society reaction to the eradication of small pox like?

"You notice there's a lot less dead babies these days?" Iba asked in the middle of one morning's office work.

"Fewer dead babies." Komamura corrected without thinking. "Less is for things you measure by volume, fewer for things you count. We do not measure dead babies by volume."

"Oh. right." Iba nodded. "Yeah, that wouldn't be right."

After a moment, what his lieutenant actually said caught up with him. "Sorry- force of habit from living with a Librarian." Komamura shook his head and looked up from the monthly intake statistics analysis report, peering at Tetsuzaemon Iba through the narrow gap of his helmet. "What do you mean, fewer dead babies?"

"I dunno, it just occurred to me. When I started the academy in the 40's- right after the catastrophe- we did a student tour of the 7th division's recently deceased souls intake queue, remember?" Iba waved his hand leaning back in his chair, apparently uncertain of where he was going with this either, but articulating his thoughts.

"I believe so. I had just taken over from Captain Kotsubaki." Komamura nodded, patient. Chikane Iba was an excellent shinigami and had done a magnificent job running the third division, but she had a tendency to talk over and bulldoze her son, so Komamura had learned to be patient when the young man when he felt like he should share a thought.

"Yeah, yeah- Not gonna lie Boss, you scared the crap out of me back then." Tetsuzaemon laughed. "-But the thing that stuck out to me that day was just. The sheer number of Infants and little kids in the line. the guy giving us the tour- I think it was Old Ito, actually- He said that one in five babies in the living world didn't live to see their fifth birthday."

"An improvement even back then- it was one in three children when back when I started in the 1840s." Komamura nodded. "It's funny that I frightened you- Captain Aikawa apparently headhunted me for the 7th because Kaname told him about how the children at the library used to use me as playground equipment."

"Good grief." Iba blanched. "So, what, he threw you in the deep end with all the dead kids?"

"In Captain Aikawa's defense, I did volunteer to handle children's cases. As sad as a frightened infant is, it's infinitely preferable than dealing with the deceased who are angry."

Iba frowned, opened his mouth like he was about to object, reconsidered, closed it, considered further, rocking his head from side to side, and then nodded. "I- yeah, Yeah, that tracks."

"You were saying though?" Komamura laced his fingers in front of him, leaning forward to listen.

"Oh! Well- not as much these days but back then, every family had like seven and eight kids, you know? And I realized that, well- almost everyone I know has a dead sibling or two? Almost every mother lost a child- Gods know my mother's a basket case but even getting a cold could send her into fits. If something had happened to me when I was a tyke- I don't think she would have pulled through."

Komamura nodded enough for Iba to see his helmet tilt to indicate he as still listening.

"I- I don't actually know where I was going with this, but I was reading that report earlier and there's a note from Shita-san at the end that this is the first month we haven't had a kid under the age of five in the intake queue. Ever."

Komamura flipped though the pages of the report to read the hand-written note at the end. "That is excellent news!"

"Oh! Yeah! It's great!" Iba nodded enthusiastically. "It just- I don't know, I guess it just snuck up on me and I'm so used to hearing something went wrong I guess I don't quite know what to do with good news?" he shrugged.

Komamura pondered this for a moment. "Hm. Well. Take heart, to start. But I see what you mean- it's a tremendous achievement, but not one we contributed to, and a "No Dead Babies This Month" office party feels in poor taste at best."

"Oof, yeah- especially if next month there's an accident or something and there's a whole bunch in the queue." Iba nodded. He considered things for a moment.

"-What happened that there are le- fewer dead babies, actually?" Iba frowned. "-Whoever it is, it would be appropriate to toast them and make an offering in their name to the Gods of Good Fortune, I think. Also do more of whatever they did."

"That IS a good idea!" Komamura smiled under his helmet. Perhaps it was his training as a priest, but he did enjoy an offering of goodwill ceremony. Also, nobody would ask him to drink- just pour any alcohol he was offered on the statue of the relevant deity. "I think- It's probably in our statistics, if the tenth division doesn't have an idea already. Can you collect the cause of death data for young children for the last-"

He was interrupted by the thunderous footsteps of someone sprinting towards the office, immediately followed by a tall young woman with short white hair throwing the door open, red-faced and winded.

"THEY DID IT! THE MAD BASTARDS THEY DID IT!" She shouted with wild excitement.

"Isane-? Uh, Miss Kotetsu?" Iba flustered.

"Please keep your voice down-" Komamura said through gritted teeth, trying not to growl at being suddenly shouted at. "Who has-?"

He was interrupted by Miss Kotetsu bolting right up to his desk and shoving a newspaper into his face hard enough to actually wrap around his helmet in excitement.

"SMALLPOX! IT'S GONE!!" She shrieked with joy.

"-gone?" Iba asked, bewildered as Komamura gently took the newspaper from her and pulled it back to actually read it. It was a newspaper from the living world, dated that morning- someone had gone through some pains to get it back to the Seireitei at speed, but the news was worth it:

SMALLPOX IS DEAD!

"TOTALLY ERADICATED! EXTINCT! KAPUT! IT HAS CEASED TO BE!" She bounced excitedly. "IT IS AN EX-PANDEMIC!"

"So like. Nobody has it this year?" Iba tried.

"Nobody has it this year, or will ever have it again, if I'm reading this right." Komamura muttered in awe. "Thanks to an aggressive worldwide vaccination and disease protocol program, there have been no human cases of the disease for several years. Since there are no people infected, there is no way for the disease to come back..."

Both men stared into space, the news almost unbelievable.

"Well. That does explain the Less Dead Babies thing." Iba nodded.

"Fewer Dead Babies." Komamura and Isane corrected in unison.

"I mean yeah that sure is part of it because Smallpox was the number one killer of infants in the living world for a long time there, but there's a whole bunch of stuff that's really cut down on infant mortality in the last few decades in particular." Isane nodded.

"We were JUST Talking about that!" Iba said, excitedly. "-Good to know you guys in the fourth are keeping track of that, It was gonna take forever to pull out that data..."

"Oh, could you pull it out anyway Tetsu-kun?" She asked. "-That's most of why I came over- I mean, to share the good news first, but Unohana-Taicho is planning on using this to really push a widespread vaccination program in the Rukongai and having the numbers to back us up would be really helpful!"

"Oh! Uh, sure!" Iba blushed.

"...You know this young lady, Tetsu-Kun?" Komamura lightly teased.

Both of the young people twitched and bowed to him, pointing at each other and speaking at once.

"Oh! I'm sorry Sir, I'm fourth division third seat Isane Kotetsu, i just know Iba because we were in the same class at the academy-" She babbled.

"-this is Isane Kotetsu, she's the smartest person I know and she saved my life from a lizard one time!" He waved excitedly.

"...That lizard was not going to kill you." She sighed, covering her face in embarrassment. "-I mean, if you developed a sepsis infection from the contaminated wound it might have made you very ill but that would take weeks and we have antibiotics for that, the lizard itself wasn't all that dangerous."

"It was INSIDE my LEG!" Iba gestured to his right thigh.

Komamura slowly tilted his whole torso sideways at Iba, hoping that sentence might make more sense at a forty-five degree angle. "...How?"

"I. Uh." Iba stopped, realizing his story was maybe not one he should be telling his boss. "I was. um. Out camping with the lads back when I was in the 11th, and a lizard climbed into my cot and I was. not totally awake and thought someone was trying to cop a feel and well you know, that's behavior you respond to with force so I rolled over and tried to stab the intruder's hand and. Uh. Missed."

Komamura continued to stare at him blankly.

"There was. screaming. lotta flailing, blood, general mayhem sort of thing. And in the confusion the Lizard.... climbed. inside the hole. In my leg. Sir." Iba explained, slowly crumpling behind his desk.

Komamura sighed deeply.

"-but Miss Isane was right there and actually kicked Ikkaku halfway across the camp because he was trying to lure it out with a Banana and generally being useless and she just grabbed that sucker and ripped him right outta there and had the wound packed and sealed in less than a minute and I even got to finish doing boot camp!" He rallied, cheerfully waving at Isane in hopes of distracting his captain with how cool she was.

"...What happened to the lizard?" Komamura asked, warily eyeing her through the gap in his helmet.

"Oh! He was really, really human acclimated and sneaked into my medkit rather than go back into the wild, so Harry lives a very spoiled lizard life in a terrarium in my room at home! Though it's actually my sister's room now but he still gets all the mango and smashed beetles he can eat!" Isane nodded cheerfully.

"You named a lizard. Harry?" Komamura asked slowly.

"...Iba-san named him, actually." She blushed.

"Ironically!" Iba protested. "I'm only mostly stupid, sir."

Komamura sighed deeply and once again regretted that his disguise would not let him rub his face as needed. "Alright. Thank you for the announcement, Miss Kotetsu. We will get that data to you in a timely manner- was there anything else you needed"

"Oh gosh, there was something else, what was it-?" She tapped her chin, trying to remember.

There was the distant sound of explosives, and all three of them turned to see what looked like midday fireworks going off at the 4th.

"Oh Right! Unohana-taicho requests your presence at the 4th as. Um. 'Designated Non-Drinker and Unarmed Combat Specialist' because the party was getting kind of wild when I left actually-"

Komamura sighed, and picked up Tenken from his stand and started tying the zanpaktou to his belt anyway.

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The following morning, a small party arrived at the local shrines to The Gods Of Good Fortune, bearing offerings on behalf of the living world's World Health Organization and the handful of names they'd been able to glean from the living world newspapers, and nursing varying degrees of of hangover.

Komamura lead the party, having gotten them up at a slightly malicious 5AM to be there first thing in the morning. Tetsuzaemon and his friends from the 11th he insisted come along and 'suffer with me, as my sworn brothers' were quite pained but doing their best to hold it together.

Shunsui was a veteran of this nonsense and was hiding the pain very well behind his longtime party companions, Ukitake and Unohana, who seemed so extraordinarily cheerful that Komamura had to conclude that they were both still significantly chemically altered. He couldn't fault Unohana- they were faint and only visible on the rare occasions she let her hair down, but just below her left ear there was still the faint divot scars from surviving her own infection.

Isane had celebrated just as hard as the 11th Division lads, but had also had the good sense to alternate beer and water and take both aspirin and some sort of horrible pink goop that apparently relieved nausea before passing out under a table and had woken up only slightly groggy.

Komamura's new friend Harry the Lizard- a remarkably loquacious and quick-witted reptile -had taken up residence inside his helmet, lightly intoxicated on the cocktail fruits people had kept feeding him, and was politely nestled in the thick fur of his neck to ward off the morning cold.

The rituals of gratitude for this miracle, and asking the Gods to bless those who had worked so hard went smoothly, and Komamura couldn't help but notice when he turned around that Miss Kotetsu had opted to lean on the shoulder of 'Tetsu-kun'.

It was not often Komamura started the day with the feeling that everything would turn out alright, but as he watched Tetsuzaemon cautiously but gracelessly take Isane's hand and her squeeze it back on the way back down from the shrine, he felt like the feeling might stay this time.

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach fanfiction #bleach #sajin komamura #tetsuzaemon iba #isane kotetsu #long post #infant death mention #disease mention #injury mention #it's funny I promise

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strangersteddierthings · 8 months

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Daily Ficlet 4

I'm challenging myself to write a little ficlet every day, using the prompts from this list. Today's prompt is jukebox.

Steve's oh moment comes to him at The Hideout of all places. Dingy, dirty, with a bartender who served Will Byers a drink without so much as pretending to contemplate if he should or not.

The point Steve is making is he's just realized he might be a lot in love with Eddie and that it's not exactly the most romantic of settings. They're all here because they came to watch Corroded Coffins first gig since before... well, since Before.

Before Vecna. Before spring break. Before Steve was even aware of his attraction to guys.

A lot of Before that led them to this now. This oh.

It wasn't watching Eddie in his element, up on the stage. Seeing that for the first time was actually a Before thing, too. Steve's been to The Hideout before. The same bartender served Steve a beer back when he was a sophomore and Tommy H had heard the rumor that they didn't card here. The first time he'd watched Eddie Munson in his element had been shortly after his graduation, coming here to pretend he wasn't as alone as he felt as he drank a beer or two.

Watching Eddie on the stage knowing he has a crush on him certainly made the show better but didn't push him from crush to in love.

It also wasn't after, watching Eddie and Robin have a silent conversation of only gestures and eyebrows and pointed looks, though it did make Steve rush with adoration for them both. Knowing that Eddie and Robin got a long so well, cared to each other, made something settle inside Steve's bones. Steve hasn't been serious with anyone since Starcourt, and he's aware enough to know it's because he can't explain his codependency to Robin to anyone. Not with the truth, or in a way they're understand. He wouldn't need to do that with Eddie.

It wasn't that Eddie had then come checked on him, either. Asking if the place was too loud, and how Steve's head was doing. Steve had just recovered from a migraine and Eddie was worried about this bringing it back. It hadn't. The ear plugs were great. And Eddie beamed at him.

No. None of those were the oh, though they were all reason enough.

No, the oh was this.

Watching Eddie 'metalhead' Munson teach Will, El, Dustin, Lucas and Erica how to square dance. He'd tried to coax Mike onto the floor but that wasn't happening, and Max couldn't with her crutches still, but she'd promised to learn from Lucas once she was on the mend.

Eddie had pilfered most of Steve's quarters and slid them into the jukebox, picking the same country song 5 times in a row for the kids to practice to. "Just to wait, Stevie. These kids'll be winning square dancing trophies when I'm done."

Steve had laughed, sipping on his beer as Eddie danced his way to the jukebox.

And here, on the fifth song, watching Eddie improvise some swing dancing into their established routine with Erica being easily twirled about, trying to glare at Eddie for picking her but also doing nothing to stop him from throwing her around the dance floor, Steve thinks oh.

Oh. I love him.

He stands and heads to the jukebox, and queues up the same song once more, then turns to the group. "Alright Munson, teach me, too!"

Dustin whoops, Erica slips back into her place in line, and Eddie beams at him, hand outstretched and waiting.

#my fic #daily ficlet #steddie #eddie can square dance #wayne taught him

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plumbobpaparazzi · 1 month

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Peek into my Mods folder...

This is dedicated to @alltimefail-sims or anyone who needs a little help with lag!

I have several mods I refer to as "efficiency mods" that are little quality-of-life tweaks that make the game smoother for me, either by reducing lag or reducing immersion-breaking hiccups. As always, your mileage may vary, but hopefully this is helpful to someone. :) List of mods under cut to keep your dash clean.

No Intro - Whether you are trying to 50/50 your mods, testing new CC, or just need to shave time off your game loading... get rid of the cinematic intro.

Free Will Delay - Do your sims curbstomp their queue and proceed to fuck off to something unrelated? Yeah, me too, until I got this mod. From the mod description: "[E]very time you tell your sim to do something, they will be forced to listen! …For 5 minutes. Then they get free will back again. This is probably why controlling Sims in Sims 4 feels so bad! Because you lose control the second they start doing what they're told. Even if you queue up actions, the total time is STILL five minutes- because it goes from the last direction you give your sim. So you can tell them to do 3 hours worth of stuff while paused…and they'll get control back after 5 minutes. This mod changes this timeframe to an option of your choosing, to make controlling your sims feel more rigid."

Simulation Unclogger - This is an oldie-but-goodie mod from Turbodriver that helps interrupt when Sims get stuck in an endless action loop.

Evolve/Fertilize All Plants - Kind of weird how we can Harvest All but you can't Evolve or Fertilize All, right?

No Empty Venues When Arriving - Helps with the issue of going to a community lot and waiting around for Sims to show up. May cause increased lag if you are bottlenecked by RAM.

Food Autonomy Overhaul - Stops your stupid Sims from eating ingredients, AND allows Sims who hate cooking to autonomously grab quick meals. Didn't know they wouldn't do that? Yeah. That's a thing.

Don't Do That! Version 1 and Version 2 - Removes autonomy on annoying actions that can't be affected by MCCC tuner, like reactions and some trait idle animations.

Less Obsession - Lowers autonomy for certain things without disabling entirely. I still want my Sims to paint, but I don't want them to start a new figure painting any time they are left unsupervised.

Smarter Self-Care - Makes Sims prioritize their needs better before they are uncomfortable. I only use the packages for NPCs and Pets.

NPC Relationship Autonomy Fix - Stops random Sims from breaking into your house to ask to be your BFF (and tunes the requirements so they actually have to be your friend first.)

Buy More Upgrade Parts - Allows you to buy a package of 50 upgrade parts for when you are grinding out handiness or robotics.

The following mods are all by Bienchen and don't have a direct page for each package. You can search by name pretty easily on their website. I recommend flipping through and grabbing anything you find useful - I have a total of 368 of their mods installed. Here are some highlights:

novisibleecoeffects - The aurora will nuke your framerate. I know it's pretty, but oh my god.

noautonomousbakewhitecake - Does what it says on the tin, keeps your house from being overrun by cakes.

harvestnogroupinteraction - Stops club members from autonomously harvesting plants. Those are MY death flowers!

lessemotionidles - Reduces unnecessary idle animations from emotions, great for preventing your Sims from looking flirty at inappropriate times...

lesspreferenceidles - Stops your sims from thinking about how much they like fishing/fitness/etc. when they should be doing things.

happytoddleridledisabled - Stops the idling from the Happy Toddler trait. SUPER useful for family gameplay.

laundry_buffsandsoloidlesfix - Stops or reduces idles related to laundry. It's just clothes, bro

eldertweak - Reduces elder animation idles.

hastopeewalkstyleforchildonly - Helps get your Sims to the toilet in a reasonable amount of time.

tinyhousebuffhider - I know I'm in a Tiny Home, I don't need a moodlet.

lottraiteffectshider - Hides the little floating lightbulbs around Sims heads from lot traits.

notraitnotifications - I know my geek likes video games, I don't need the pop-up every time I play.

noholidayoutcomenotification - Please don't rub my nose in the fact I forgot to celebrate.

nofestivalnotifications and nofestivalnotificationsound - Helpful when a pack is new, but years later... no thanks.

noenrollmentandscholarshipinfo - No more info screen about the two universities. I think most of us know it all by now.

nouprootplant - Never cry because of a misclick again

simschangeoutfitwhenhotorcold - Should have already been autonomous, but alas.

novisualpoliteintroeffects - I don't know if I am the only one, but the glowing really bothers me.

restaurantsittweak - Sit down and eat your dang food! No more wandering Sims.

longerprom - Takes 6 hours instead of 4 so you can actually do something.

I probably have other QoL mods that could be helpful, but these are my recommendations to start with. Love to all the modders that keep this game playable <3

#sims 4 mods #ts4 #mods #ts4 mods

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periprose · 9 months

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Okay I gotta request something JUST HEAR ME OUT

Black Cat!Reader trying to tell Tasm!Peter she's Black Cat while he tries to tell her that he's Spider-Man at the same time. Queue up Peter being baffled, while reader just doesn't believe him lol

Also I am loving Florence, it's so good and rich, I'm still only on chapter three but I want to kiss your Peter senseless- he's such a sweetheart🫶 Also I love youuu🥰

AHHH bby i love this idea and I love you!! (also thanks for the support on florence)

Secrets are difficult to reveal.

They're especially terrible when you're telling something so tumultuous to your best friend, something that could either make him judge you severely or run away from you.

How do you confess that you're a thief? An villain turned anti-hero?

Even worse, Peter is someone you really love. Someone you know is too good for you- he would never feel the same way. But that's why you have Spider-Man, right?

You always knew it wasn't always going to be fun and games to be Black Cat. To be the very symbol of bad luck- it's a bad premonition.

You stare in the mirror. Peter will be here any second- he always climbs up the fire escape into your apartment's bedroom, and you told him you had something important to say.

There's a knock at your window, and you turn a little too abruptly.

Peter watches from the outside. He has a tentative smile, but he can see that you're worried, and you make the conscious effort to relax your face.

Peter himself is worried. He's about to confess something very important to someone very near and dear to him- he's Spider-Man, and not just that- he's having a sort-of affair with Black Cat.

He doesn't even know how it happened. First she was stealing wealth from banks, then a few months later she came with him with the notion to be good, and Peter always believes in someone redeeming themselves... but that doesn't mean she had to be so goddamn hot, all black leather and white fur, and Peter's just a horny dude who could not help but kiss back when she made a move on him yesterday.

And it was hot, it was good for him to take out some very human emotions by making out with her, but it wasn't everything. It wasn't you, and now he feels incredibly guilty. So he wants to come clean. Peter wants to let you know the whole truth, and even if that means you'll never like him again- Peter will never act on his unspoken feelings for you- he knows you deserve to know.

"Hey." You let Peter in, and he immediately walks in with an air of anxiety, hands already shaking as he paces around. "You good?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah." Peter shakes his head immediately. "No, not really. We need to talk."

"Oh." You give him a look as you sit on your bed. "You have something to say, too?"

Peter nods, and you think it can't be nearly as bad as what you're going to tell him.

"Okay. Let me go first- I've been hiding something from you." He starts, but you shake your head. "I haven't been around."

"I haven't been around, Peter." You tilt your head at him. "I... I haven't been telling you the truth."

"Just wait. I'm trying to tell you something important." Peter insists, wanting you to know the truth but you keep going.

"I'm a bad person, Peter." You murmur, and Peter stops, interest piqued. "I've been misusing our friendship- you wouldn't want to be friends if you knew my past."

"No. That's not true." Peter sits down next to you on your bed, feeling that he should comfort you before potentially breaking your heart. "I'll always be your friend. Tell me what's going on."

"Don't sound so sure." You grimace at him. "I... I'm Black Cat."

"Huh?"

"I know, it's so terrible. I stopped with all the stealing and killing, but... I'm still not sure if my so-called good deeds are enough to forgive me." You lean over your legs. "I don't... I work with Spider-Man every now and then, too."

"But-" Peter tries to interject, and you keep going anyways. He's incredibly baffled- it's not that you don't match the size of Black Cat, it's just that he's sure he would've recognized your mouth under her mask. He's fantasized about your lips long enough.

"He kissed me yesterday." You admit, and for some reason it feels like a slap in the face to say, even if you know that Peter doesn't actually like you like that. "And I've always liked you, Peter, so I just have to get this off my chest, because I feel so terrible. I'm sorry."

Peter is snickering.

"What?" You shove him. "I'm trying to tell you about my actual, serious pain, Peter, and you're just laughing-"

He loves this. He can actually be with you, no questions asked, and you have to be Black Cat- who else would know that Spider-Man kissed you? Peter feels a little bad that you're clearly agonized about it still, and he is laughing, but he can't help it.

"I was trying to tell you the same thing." Peter shrugs, as you hang onto his every word. "Okay, not the same thing. But that I'm Spider-Man."

You raise your eyebrows. "Really?"

"What do you mean, really? What's so shocking?" Peter asks, somewhat affronted, still finding it funny. "Do I not look like I have Spider-Man's build?"

"No, no. It just... feels a little too convenient." You give him a pitiful glance. "Maybe you could prove it?"

"Wow." Peter shakes his head, stifling a small smile. "Why would I lie?"

"No, Peter, it's not that you would lie. It's just... it's too obvious of a happy ending for me, and I-" You wince. "I don't normally have those."

"Oh." Peter knows about your past, your unhappy origin story, and he doesn't want to say anything to negate that truth.

So he simply thwips out a web towards your desk, planting your water bottle against the wall, and you don't look too surprised, although you do inhale.

"So that means- I was working with- and you-" You try to make a coherent sentence. "We... we kissed?"

"Tell me if this feels the same." Peter murmurs, half jokingly, mostly serious, and he pulls your face up in the same way you remember he did yesterday.

Knowing that you were the one in that leather black suit with the white trimming stirs something more inside him- yeah, he loves you and he's so glad to have you here now- but it makes yesterday even hotter in hindsight.

No mask this time. Nothing to get in the way of you dragging your fingers through Peter's hair as he presses his lips against yours, not hesitant at all. His lips are firm, plying against yours, and he inhales in a way that screams that he's wanted to do this for a while- even if he kissed you a few days ago, it wasn't like this- and it has you understanding he doesn't want to be gentle. He wants to finish what he started.

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brightmyth-fr · 9 months

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What are some of your favorite skins you've made?

I thought about the answer to this question for a very long time. I want to tell you a story about a skin that broke the site.

(I think this has been fixed now, which is the only reason I'm posting about it.)

Up until around March of this year, skin names weren't sanitized. I wasn't aware of this and continued to be unaware of this until the day I asked for my Valentine's pearlcatcher skins (named <3 and </3 respectively) to be renamed. Special characters often break when you submit them through the queue, so you have to go and ask the mods in the skroblems thread to fix apostophes for you so they display properly. I went and asked them to fix my pearlcatcher skin's names for me, since they weren't displaying correctly either. This lead, by accident, to the most interesting way I've gotten the site to break in a while.

My friend noticed first when they got a subscribed notification to my skin shop thread. They realized there were two pages that were completely gone.

Then they realized that the front page didn't look right either. My catalogue posts had completely vanished. Only to find... when you hovered over the thumbnail of the </3 skin's icon, my posts had hopped into the item description.

We experimented a little more before realizing this thing was... very, very powerful! You could put the skin into a den tab description, and it would put every single dragon in that tab into the space of the description box. You could break your userpage for ANYBODY on site. Your entire dragon could get swallowed up if you put it into their bio. And because the skin deleted the edit button, you couldn't get it back out.

Little did I know, the </ part of the skin name - when posted using [skin=skinid] or [item=skin: </3] - would act as an HTML tag anywhere it was posted, and completely mess up how the site displayed! I compiled everything I found and sent it into the bug forums and the contact team box for review. The thread got deleted almost immediately, confirming what I suspected: skin names aren't sanitized, and this could very easily be exploited with malicious intentions or SQL injects.

Luckily, they fixed it pretty quickly! I hope the way the site handles skin names has been updated now too. This sort of thing wouldn't have happened even if I had named the skin </3 or, god forbid, dropTable(); in the first place. I do think it was because I had the mods go in and edit the skin name that allowed the unclosed </ to display in the skin's item icon and then break the site.

So that's the story of one of my favorite skins I've made! <3 and </3 are now LOVE and LOVE(LESS) respectively. The designs themselves didn't sell too well, but for a glorious 16 hours, they contained all the power of little nuclear bombs detonating on various HTML-dependent sitepages.

#flight rising #skins and accents #flightrising #my stuff #asks #if any staff see this and need me to take it down because it contains information about a former site exploit... lmk

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stinkylittleanon · 1 year

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Hi! I have a small fanfic request! I'm currently sick (I have been for a while) and I'd like to know what Wally would do for his partner that's currently sick. Their symptoms: Nausea, horrible stomach problems, dizzy/weak, and horrible headaches. If you don't do this request it's fine :)

I gotcha! Usually I put my posts in a queue, but I'll post this one after writing it!

Wally taking care of his sick S/o

I'd imagine Wally wouldn't know what to do at first

But he would ask his friends, and Poppy would know what to do!

At first, he goes a little overboard- No getting out of bet! Nono, get your rest!

Even though puppets can't eat, one of the neighbors would make you some soup and Wally would spoon feed it to you

It can either be cute or another way of him worrying for you too much... Imagine it's the cute part

When you get nauseous or get a headache, though, he'll get on the bed and you'll lay your head on his lap while he quietly plays with your hair.

He'll turn off or dim any lights if needed as well, and it's really calming

His touch would be so gentle, like he's afraid you'll break like glass, but that's better for this situation

He'll mutter an "I love you" here and there. He doesn't do this often, so it's quite a treat!

Wally makes sure you get enough fluids and does his best to find something you could eat that would be ok for your stomach

Whenever he goes to leave to either get you something or ask for advice (because honestly this man needs it), he'll make sure you're as comfortable as can be!

He'll read books for you! His voice is so calming, and even if you can't process what he's saying it's nice.

If you can't sleep, he'll play with your hair and hum/sing quietly to you.

If you need a little head massage then he can do that!

Lotsa head 'kisses' btw

Quotes because puppets can't kiss, it's just a soft little bonk of his mouth on your head

He'll sit there and hold your hand if you need the support, he could easily sit there for hours in silence

If you ask him to stay while you sleep? No problem!

Spoon feeds you medicine, it's the gross kind but it'll help! It's the best Howdy had, after all!

He asks Home to be less creaky/echoey than usual so that it doesn't disturb you!

I don't know if you're like me and need to imagine a scenario to sleep, but I'll write a short one!

The lights are dimmed, the curtains drawn as your head lays on your partner's lap. Your blanket is pulled over your shoulders as the humming from above you fills the quiet. "You look quite divine tonight...~" The song is a familiar one, and his soft voice is soothing along with the way his hand runs through your hair and over your forehead. "Here amongst these vibrant lights..." The lyrics might be wrong, they might be not... You already knew that Wally didn't know the entire song anyways. You didn't care much either at the moment. His singing would turn back into humming as he gazed down at you, a worried yet caring smile on his face. "Close your eyes, my darling..." In a hushed tone, he spoke. He had been so careful of being too loud this entire time, it was quite sweet. You'd listen to him, closing your eyes and letting yourself give in the exhaustion that your sickness caused you. You knew that he would stay with you. Wally would never leave your side, especially when you're not feeling well... "Sweat dreams, my love..."

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home arg #wally darling x reader #welcome home headcanons

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whereireid · 1 year

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pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader x jake sully

Summary: Ever since Jake Sully's rendezvous with you and Miles, he's been plagued by the urge to take you on his own. So, he does. Much to Miles' dismay.

— warnings: - unedited. nsfw content ! threesome, handjobs, oral sex [m recieving] p in v, extreme daddy kink

“You ever stop thinking about me, sweet girl?”

There’s something shameful which brews inside of you as Jake forces you to look at him. His eyebrows knit together as he stares down at you, the heigh difference making your neck strain as you gaze up at him, your mouth parted in wonder.

Has he always been this pretty? You never met Jake as a human, but now you’re really wishing you had. He has a lazy look in his eyes as he pulls you closer towards him, his arm wrapping around your waist and forcing your small frame to press against him.

“I asked you a question,” he says, his hot breath fanning your face as he leans towards your height, his beaded necklace glinting in the dim moonlight.

“No,” you squeak, your heart thudding in your chest as his fingers drum against your ribcage, your skin prickling with goosebumps. You flush under his intense gaze, his orange irises sheathed by his black and blown pupils. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Jake.”

Jake grins, his tongue running subtle laps over his sharp canines. "Good girl. I knew you wouldn't be able to get me out of your head." As if to make a point, he raises his finger and taps it against, beaming when you giggle down at him. "Do you want to hear a secret?"

"Yes," you breathe, ignoring the heat which pools in your stomach as Jake pulls you even closer to him, your body nestling on his lap.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, either."

His confession makes every nerve inside of you bloom with tingles, and you look away from him, trying to ignore the smile which threatens to tug at your lips. Jake's so big compared to you, his frame large and domineering, leaving you feeling meek and small as you wither from his touch.

It's embarrassing, but you're so horny. His presence makes you feel like a dumb bunny, and you hope he doesn't notice when you begin to gently move against his leg, desperate for any friction against the place where you need it the most.

"Jake," you whisper, finally confident to look back over at him, your face growing hot as he grins up at you lazily, his fingers brushing over the straps of your tank top, pushing them down slowly. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course. It's only fair, really, for you to give me a secret now as well."

You blush. Of course it's fair — that's why you asked. You stare at him in awe, admiring his sultry expression. The biolumensent freckles which paint his face act as a guide in the dim light of the night, and you trace your fingers over them, trying to hide your awe as he glows a beautiful shade of teal.

"You're really pretty, Jake," you murmur, trailing your fingers from his face towards his queue, brushing over the sensitive nerve. You don't miss the way his tail thrashes wildly as you do so, or the unexpected gasp which slips from his lips as a result. "So, so, so pretty."

You're grinning just as wide as he is, now.

"You think 'm pretty, sweet girl?" Jake's breath hitches in his throat as your fingers follow the braided pattern of his queue, his arousal evident in the pitch which now crowds his loincloth.

"Very pretty." you say shyly, biting your lip carefully as you pull on his braid gently, your body exploding with electricity as a growl catches in his throat, dying before it reaches the air. It's the most animalistic sound you've ever heard him make, and you try to ignore how slick and uncomfortable your panties have grown to be from your grinding against him. "Daddy really likes it when I do that to him. Do you like it too, Jake?"

A low purr rumbles from him as he brushes his nose against your bare shoulder. Your scent is overwhelming and crowds him, dulling his senses, and he gazes up at you, trying to ignore the uncomfortable throbbing which plagues him as you grin down at him. "I like it, sweet girl. It's just very sensitive there."

"Can I do it again?"

Before you can even move, Jake's fingers are wrapped around your wrist. "No," he says, guiding your hand towards his loincloth, and your heart races in your chest as he rests it on his growing bulge, the cloth slightly damp from where his arousal had been leaking. "I want you tug on something else."

You hesitate. Your fingers linger above his cloth, your eyes wide as you stare down at him. You feel somewhat guilty — your daddy isn't here and you've been flirting with Jake. Imagine if he was somewhere flirting with Lyle when you weren't there — you'd be furious!

"I don't know. What about my daddy—"

"—Your daddy isn't here, baby. 'ts just us," he affirms, his fingers careful as they tuck a strand of your curls behind your ear, his stomach pooling with warmth as you bite your lip anxiously and gaze at him with glassy eyes. "Besides, you're just a horny bunny who thinks with her cunt and not her brain, right? Those are his words?"

You pause. "He does say that."

"And your cunt is wet right now, isn't it, sweet girl? I can tell by the way you've been rutting against my thigh, thinking that I haven't noticed." He tuts, but he's not mad. You face flames with embarrassment, but you nod your head in agreement, because he's right.

"So, by that logic, if you help me out, you aren't being naughty. Your daddy will understand. You want me to help you get off, baby?" he asks, and you nod your head ferociously, because you want to get off so, so badly. You're so needy for Jake to touch you, and as if to make a point, you wiggle against him. His chest blooms with pride, and he brushes his hand over your cheekbones, cooing, "then help me get off. I'll return the favour. You know I will."

"You promise?"

It feels like Jake is about to die when your fingers dart underneath his loincloth. You're so eager to please and it's crazy — he wishes that he found you before Quaritch did, because you're just the perfect little human mate. "I promise, baby. My sweet girl, have I ever lied to you?"

"No, you haven't."

"And 'm not gonna start now. Come on, baby. Be a good bunny and help me out."

You're still hesitant, but you listen. Desire pulses through you as you flip his loincloth up, and you feel your mouth part in wonder as you wrap your hands around his girthy length. He'd used your mouth the last time you were in this position, but then again, you couldn't exactly pleasure him yourself. You were so cock-drunk and horny, pressed between your mate and the Olo’eyktan that you couldn't think, let alone move.

But now, your daddy is nowhere to be seen, and oddly, you feel more confident.

Hesitantly, your tongue comes out, licking a long stripe up the base of his length, from his balls to the head of his cock. You'd done this to Quaritch before, but usually he's guiding you. Jake is giving you free-reign — he's nonchalant and relaxed, staring at you with a hazy gaze as you give his shaft a few sultry kisses. When he notices your docile gaze, he lets out a breathy moan of encouragement, grinning when you eagerly dip your head down to his balls.

You suck, gently, your hand rolling up and down his shaft. His cock is exceptionally large, almost as big as Quaritch's, and you flush as his legs twitch involuntary as you draw away from his balls with a large 'POP!'.

Arousal ticks in your belly as you drag your tongue up his base, careful as you reach the tip of his cock. You swirl your tongue over the head in an even circular motion, your tongue flicking over the slit carefully, watching as he jolts. "That's it," Jake mutters from above you, his fingers tangling in your curls, his breath uneven as he speaks, "that's my sweet girl."

Beads of precum begin to roll from his tip, leaving a white glow on the base of his cock. You can't help but moan at the sight of it — you can just see Jake's dishevelled face, your view almost completely blocked by his girthy cock. Your mouth wraps around his cock steadily, and your cunt throbs as he pulls at your hair softly, arousal pulsing through every nerve, crackling through you like electricity.

"Oh, that's it." You're careful as you take him in your mouth, forcing your head down slowly and smoothly. "You know how lucky your daddy is, baby?"

You shake your head, your eyes burning with tears as you begin to bob your head up and down. Jake tastes so good, just salty enough for you to continue on, and you moan around his length as he bucks up into your mouth with a hiss. "Oh, baby, 'm sorry. Just feels so good," his finger rests at the edge of your mouth, which is being impossibly stretched as you bob your head up and down his girth length, "my good, sweet girl."

"Jake," you try to mumble, but it's incoherent. Your tongue focuses on tracing his veins as you bob your head, your throat constricting as you force your head down, desperate to make him feel good.

"You don't have to force yourself, sweet girl. Just take what you can," he reassures, but you know he's liking you stretching your throat because he's moaning and writhing like it's his first time.

You want him to feel good. The thought makes your core throb with need, and you begin to rut against him desperately, needy for a source of friction. He's close. You can feel it. His cock is wet, covered in your salvia, and he thrusts up into your mouth every so often. Jake's control is slipping, and you moan around him as his grip on your hair tightens.

“This mouth's gonna look so pretty filled up f'r me," he mumbles, and suddenly you feel tense, alarmed; you feel like you're being watched. Relief washes through you as you meet Jake's intense gaze, offering him as much of a smile as you can when his cock is lodged to the back of your throat. "You ready, sweet girl?”

Before you can even nod your head or agree, Jake’s finished. He groans as he cums, and you swallow, eager to please him. You pull away from Jake's length, a lewd string of saliva and a dribble of cum following you as you pull away, and you hesitantly lap up the rest of what you'd left, hoping that he'd be proud of you for cleaning up your mess.

Your daddy would be proud of you.

"Don't stop now, bunny. The shows only just startin', ain't it?"

It feels like your blood runs cold when you hear him. You can't move and you certainly can't speak; your breath hitches in your throat and fear prickles up your spine when you feel his hand graze against your bare thighs.

"How long have you been there?" you ask quietly, trying to ignore the shame which floods through you as Jake grips your chin, forcing your face up to look at him. You can feel your mate's heated gaze on your backside, but you can't muster the energy to drag your eyes away from the Olo'eyktan.

"Long enough to know that he hasn't given you any relief yet, bunny. He's just so mean to you." Quaritch coos from behind you, his hands parting your thighs, his gentle touch sending sparks to your core. "I was watchin' you rut away, givin' him the best god-damn head he'd ever gotten in his life, and gettin' nothin' in return."

"That's okay. I didn't — I didn't mind," your voice is hoarse and your throat stings from where you'd force Jake's cock down your throat, and you squeak slightly as your mate's finger traces the outline of your slits through your panties. "I liked pleasing you, Jake."

The Olo'eyktan beams down at you, tugging gently at your hair. "You liked pleasing me, sweet girl?"

"I did." You smile, your stomach pooling with arousal as Jake's thumb slides between your lips, nestling between your teeth. They're so blunt compared to his, a reminder that you're just human and he's much, much more. His thumb crowds your mouth, makes your jaw reside in an uncomfortable position, and his heart tugs with pride when he realises how awkward it must be for you to fit something as big as his cock in there.

You suck contently on Jake's thumb, your eyes growing heavy as exhaustion rolls over you in a gentle way. A strangled whine slips past your lips as Quaritch's rough tongue licks a stripe across your clothed slit, tracing your line of arousal which had bled through the fabric.

"You're so wet, bunny. Jake got you this worked up, huh?" Quaritch asks from behind you, and his voice vibrates against your clothed pussy. There's something sinister in his tone — he seems almost envious, and you whimper as his fingers slip your underwear to the side, rolling his digits through your slits. "Answer me. I don't like repeating myself, bun. You know that."

"Yes, daddy. Jake got me all worked up. 'M sorry."

He scoffs, visibly displeased by your confession. Jake's eyes linger on your frame, and you nuzzle into the Olo'eyktan, shuffling away from your mate. Frustration pulses through Quaritch as you do so, and he opts for getting you to listen to him the best way he knows how.

"Oh," you groan as Quartich swiftly fingers two of his digits inside of you, instinctively curling against your velvet walls. You clench down around him, the squelching of your pussy air making Jake grin from above you, his hands cupping your cheek softly as you whimper against him. "Feels good, daddy."

"You want this pussy to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby bun? You're so predictable." Mockery drips from Quaritch's tone, and your eyelids flutter shut, your head lulling against Jake's chest, listening to the racing of his heart.

His eyes are glinting with arousal as he watches your mate finger you, his cock now hard again, pressing into the plush flesh of your belly. It makes you whine as you feel it leak against your skin, beads of precum rolling against your skin.

"Yes, daddy. Wanna be stuffed full with you, please."

You whine as Quaritch curls his fingers inside of you. It feels like there's a rope inside of you, fraying and twisting, being ripped and torn apart as he fucks you with his fingers. It feels so deliciously good, and you can feel the familiar warmth of arousal pool in your stomach as he gently fucks his fingers into you.

"Stuffed full of me, bunny?" Quaritch asks, tilting his head to the side as you clench down around him. When you moan, nodding eagerly, Quaritch tuts, pulling his fingers away, and the loss of contact makes you cry out, the familiar feeling of your orgasm fizzling away. "Now, that's not fair on Jake, is it? I had you last time, baby. Don't you think it's fair for him to take you today?"

You pause, eyes flicker up towards Jake. He’s grinning, staring down at you with a frivolous gaze. “You like the thought of that, sweet girl?”

“But that’s daddy’s hole.”

“Daddy’s okay with sharing,” Quartich calls from behind you, giving the flesh of your ass a squeeze as he pushes on your hips, encouraging you to turn to face him.

You shuffle awkwardly, your lap now nestled back in Jack’s lap, your body now facing Quaritch, whose ears are pinned right to his head. “Besides, baby bun, you started this. Surely you want to end it.”

“Okay,” you breathe, desire burning in your chest as you feel Jake’s hard cock press against your hand, watching as your mate palms at the head cock. “Sharing is caring.”

A soft, breathy moan slips past your lips as you feel Jake’s tip push into your cunt. It stings, and your eyes prick with tears as the stretch of your cunt burns and licks at each nerve. He’s thicker than your daddy is, and you bite your lip as you adjust to his width.

Sure, you’re used to Avatar cock at this point, but it took a lot of training to fit Quaritch inside. A lot.

“So pretty f’r me,” he groans from behind you, your stomach burning as you feel his length press against your navel. “Look at that stretch. You’re somethin’ special, sweet girl.”

Your eyes lock onto Quaritch’s, the green ring of his irises sheathed by the dilation of his lust. His pupils emit an eerie, black sheen, his strokes careful as he opens his legs, smirking as you let out a whine.

From behind you, Jake softly begins to roll his hips. Breath hitching in your throat, a whine dies in your throat before it can slip past your lips, an intimate burn stretching your cunt as his balls press smack softly against your flesh as he ruts into you.

Whilst you’re not ashamed that your daddy’s found out, you do worry what he’s going to say once Jake is done with you. You can’t think about that now, though — your legs are shaking from his motions, a fire igniting inside of you.

Lewd squelching sounds flood your ears. You feel weak, dazed and confused, reaching out for Quaritch, but he shakes his head, his ears pinning against his skull. His eyes are slits, and he’s clearly displeased, but his casual smirk shows you that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

It feels good to be used by Jake. His hands soft as they roam his body. His hands brush against your nipples and you moan, the delicious, electric spark making you convulse involuntarily. His tip brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of your cunt, your body growing slightly weak as you clench down around him, the fire inside of you blazing.

It feels like there’s a knot inside of you, being frayed and set alight. It’s embarrassing how close you are so soon, but you’ve wanted him for so long, and Quaritch is teasing you with his cock, showing you what you can’t have. You paw at your mate, a pout on your lips as he shakes his head again, tutting as you moan loudly, your legs trembling as Jake’s breath grows heavy behind you.

“Please,” you cry out, clawing at Quartich’s thighs, your cunt being pounded from behind. It feels so good, so impossibly delicious, and you drag your bottom lip between your teeth as you plead, “can I touch you, daddy, please?”

“No, bun. Not today. Just enjoy what you’re being given. Things can turn sour quick if you keep talkin’.”

Your stomach flips, your eyes squeezing shut as Jake palms at your ass, gripping the plump flesh needily. Quartich watches, an amused expression on his face as he surveys how Jake tests the waters, the rolling of the Olo’eyktan's hips steady and even. He tries to keep you grounded with his grip, one of his hands coming down to your puffy clit, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers gently, the overstimulating touch causing you to cry out.

"Look at that pretty little mouth, all open 'n beginn' to be fucked. It's a shame you can't touch today, bun, I know how badly you want to choke on me. I could tease you all night," Quaritch cools, his fingers a cool contrast to the warmth of your face, eyes flickering over to the Olo’eyktan' behind you, "but Jakey-boy there can't. He looks like he's about to explode."

"I can go all night," Jake says, but it comes out more like a breathy whine, and you moan as his thrusts grow sloppier and jagged. He doesn't sound like he can, his voice teetering over the edge, and you buck back into him, meeting his thrusts.

"But he can't. He can't deal with that tight, bratty little cunt of yours like your daddy can, bun. Your clenchin' is too much for him."

You meet Quaritch's eyes, your own wide and cock-drunk as the fire inside of you burns wildly. "Cum for me, Jake, please," you cry, your voice shaking as you stare at the Colonel, whose teeth have clamped down on his plump lips as he edges himself, his lavender tip beginning to bead over with cum. "All in me. Please?"

"Well, how could I say no to that, sweet girl?" he chokes, his hips stilling as you feel his hot seed spurt inside of you, the blaze inside of you being snuffed out as you join him, his thighs growing slick with your wet as you come undone.

Warmth flashes over your face, and your eyes sting as you open them, a salty taste flooding your mouth as Quaritch finishes on your face, a satisfied grin on his lips as he rolls his hand up and down, palming his tip carefully.

"I thought you needed a tasteful reminder of who you belong to," he chuckles, your cunt growing slick as he pushes his thumb in your mouth, urging you to suck away the beads of cum which painted his skin.

You feel warm and gooey, your stomach blooming with butterflies as Jake pulls out of you, leaving stickiness in his wake. He slaps his cock against the flesh of your ass and you mewl, Quaritch's eyes darkening as he gazes down at you.

"Switch positions, Jake," he says, your eyes stinging as you meet his eyes, "it's going to be a long night for our baby-bun."

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Wibta if I brought a sandwich to a thanksgiving meal?

I have a food allergy that's in everything, but it's fairly easy to avoid if you're making your own food (especially from scratch). Unfortunately, it's also a very uncommon allergy and I've had a lot of people who think it's made up or that I'm just really picky and lying about having an allergy. Most people are cool about it, but enough people aren't cool about it that I have a baseline of anxiety about eating food that I didn't cook- ESPECIALLY at other people's houses. I usually try to plan ahead because of this and either make sure the host is cool with accommodating my allergy or that I have safe food with me.

My partner's friends invited us to a thanksgiving with a mix of their friends and family. In the group, there are a number of other dietary restrictions including someone who's vegan and someone who's gluten free. We asked ahead of time, and the host has options to accommodate both of those dietary needs but not my allergy. We've been invited to lots of other meals at this same friend's house, and they've only tried to work around my allergy once but they still used a bunch of food with that ingredient and I ended up having to sit outside for part of the day because the smell was making me sick. Last year we also went to a thanksgiving at their house, but it was after our own thanksgiving so I just brought leftovers. However, this year the friend's meal will be a week before we're cooking so I won't have any leftovers.

When discussing it with my partner, I said I would just bring a sandwich. They said that would be rude, and suggested I buy and cook a turkey breast before the friend's gathering. They also said that I don't have to go if I don't feel comfortable. Initially, I said I still wanted to see everyone, but that I didn't see the difference between a sandwich and a turkey breast since either way I would be bringing my own food. My partner is leaving it up to me, but now I'm in my head about it and want to know what other people think. I don't want to be left out of the group because other people won't work with my allergy, but I also don't want to put in a bunch of effort to make up for the fact that other people can't be bothered to leave one ingredient out. Would I be an asshole if I just brought a sandwich instead of cooking a more on theme food?

I'm almost definitely going to have to make a decision before this gets posted, but tbh I genuinely want to know what other people think about this no matter when it gets through the queue. I wouldn't be offended if a guest brought their own food to a meal I cooked, but I'm also just one person and definitely not representative of the general population.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lina-lovebug · 1 year

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You Are Mine, p. 3

Synposis: You and Quaritch are mated but your sister, Neytiri, cannot accept him

Warnings: cussing, Neytiri hating Quaritch

Usually in a situation like this, Miles Quaritch would be yelling and pissed off.

But him falling into a stream because he tried catching a fish with his bare hands and his mate laughing at him only brought him pure joy.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Miles questioned, grabbing me by my hands and pulling me in.

I gasped as the cold water hit my skin and hit his chest playfully.

"You skxawng!"

Your laughter was heard from miles around. Neytiris' ears flicked downwards, and she growled under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Kiri questioned.

"She should not have mated with him," Neytiri expressed, "He is a bad man. He is the reason your grandfather is dead."

"Nothing could ever change what he did, mom. But I can see he's trying to make amends-"

"Nothing can-!"

"He loves her, mom!" Kiri stopped Neytiri.

"I can see it. There's a reason they met, and why Aunt (Y/N) fell in love with him. You trust your sister, and I know that my aunt would not be tricked like this," Kiri saw the love between them, and it wasn't fake. Miles Quaritch wasn't deceiving her.

But Neytiri wouldn't believe it.

He's a monster and always would be, in her eyes.

He killed their father.

"He regrets it. I can-"

"Kiri, you are young. You cannot fathom what he has done."

"It wasn't just him! I love dad, but he knew. He knew what was coming and you still love him."

"It was different-!"

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Jake interrupted, hearing the commotion as he came home with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

"Dad, please, you have to give Miles a chance. You were once one of them, you thought like them, you even thought of us as savages," Now that hurt Jake.

"I swear to you on Eywa that he's changed. He loves (Y/N)."

"I can see it," Lo'ak spoke up.

"The way he watches her was weird, but it wasn't in a creepy way. He looks at her like you look at mom," Lo'ak told Jake, who knew the truth but it was Quaritch. He hated the natives more than anyone.

And yet he mated with one of them.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Neytiri looked back to see him. He was wearing Na'vi clothing, he looked like Na'vi, but she knows hatred when it's infront of her.

"You will never be one of us," Neytiri sneered before walking away, Neteyam and Lo'ak following after their mother.

Miles ears fell back, knowing this wouldn't be easy.

"I don't give a damn what she tells me, but (Y/N) misses her sister. I can't stand seeing her like this," Despite how hard he's tried, he knew that all his mate wanted was for her sister to forgive her and accept him.

And the problem of the humans. They had to have figured out by now that Miles betrayed them and had to be looking.

Fighting his own spaud was going to be a bitch.

"I don't like you all that much right now either, but I know (Y/N), and she wouldn't choose if she didn't know that you've changed," Maybe she was right. Just like Jake, Miles had grown to see the beauty of Pandora and its people.

"Oh, and Miles?"

"Yes?"

Jake had punched him in the face, causing Spider and Tuk to gasp.

"That's for trying to kill me."

"Yeah, I should've seen that coming."

But before anything else, everyone heard a scream. Miles ears folded back, recognizing the voice as his (Y/N).

Him and Jake exchanged a look of worry before running in the direction of the scream.

What happened? Is she okay? Why did I leave her alone?

Thousands of thoughts were racing through his mind, regretting every second he wasn't by your side.

"Tell me who sent you!"

"Let go of me, bitch!"

Only to find (Y/N) holding Corporal Lyle by his queue and with a dagger to his throat. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, showing that he got a good beat down in the few seconds it took them to get to her.

"Colonel! Tell this bitch to let go of me!" But then he noticed something. . .off. His Corporal wasn't in his gear but instead, he looked like one of them.

"So it's true. You did run off. For what?! Some quick native pussy?!"

Before Miles could beat the living shit out of him, an arrow shot through the brush and into his skull.

That arrow was so fast, and if Neytiri was feeling extra vengeful, she could've easily killed him. She glanced at Miles as she came out of the bush.

"You better be ready to lay down your life for her," Neytiri hissed, and (Y/N) looked towards her mate.

"Always."

#avatar the way of water imagine #avatar imagine #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #na'vi quaritch #the way of water

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