#now i can track 'em down if i'm looking for them >:3

[really-burnt-toast]

Redesigning my COTL cast pt.1

HAHA I'm finally done! I only made busts tho bc Im lazy and Im not putting myself through drawing a size chart... YET.

It WILL come, just so I can show pretty outfits and show how ridiculous Leshy's hight is LOL

If you see any spelling mistakes, please ignore them <3

(more info and rambling under cut)

Here I'll write some more things relating to each character;

Lamb

Born in Darkwood to a single mother, their mom had named them Mellia after the flowers that grow there, since they had aided in striving off an illness she had during the pregnancy.

The Lamb grew up pretty happily despite being on the run. Their mother was eventually caught whilst they made an escape. During their years of hiding, they broke their leg during one particularly risky escape and were caught not long after.

Their number is 1.600.666 because I keep making a connection between Darkwood and Germany's Schwartzwald - there are 1.6 million sheep in Germany - so I decided to have that be the approximate number. 666 was just added for fun.

Their ear was tagged to keep track of how many sheep were caught in which realm. They just so happened to be the last to be executed. By mere coincidence.

They were born without horns and kinda made the crown shape into a set. It has the benefit that they can rip em off and use them as impromptu weapons.

Due to centuries of being treated as a tool for a prophecy and merely a vessel, their self esteem is downright horrid. Whilst they don't condone followers speaking ill of them, they pretty much let Narinder trample on their feelings up until they had snapped one day. In the end it did help them both, but it wasn't great it had to be taken to that point.

Extra: I added the vitiligo because when I imagine a human version, I couldn't help but see them as having Vitiligo. Their leg limp was made after I thought it would make them look more imposing seeing someone "weak" suddenly pull out a giant hammer.

Narinder

Found within a burning village under rubble, clutching a crown as war raged around them. He was found by Shamura and taken in.

He was the first to create resurrection and back then it was an EXTREMELY taxing ritual. It would require his own godly flesh to beckon people back to life - thus it would literally cause his skin and flesh to melt off his bones. Now that's not needed anymore but his body is still weak to it, meaning during certain stress factors, he can still become skeletal. He doesn't have scarring from it, but gained some cool markings.

He was bound by his arms, torso and neck - all of which are scarred. In the afterlife he was perpetually sitting, causing him to be paralyzed from the waist down. Once he was usurped he had to regain his ability to walk and was taken care of by the Lamb.

He was in a catatonic state for many years and it only got better gradually with many setbacks. For years he never left the bed and by the time his Siblings had been rescued, he had barely started going outside. He was also suffering from chronic pains which wasn't really helpful.

He's also very... Temperamental. It took him just as long to say anything nice to the Lamb and it took him extra long to see them as more than his vessel.

Extra: I changed his markings to be more like I had imagined them. The catatonic trait and chronic pain was added after the update and I remember how horrible it was having tendonitis and I wanted to channel my distaste into Narinder.

Shamura

Found and raised by the last gods, they weren't the greatest sibling. They may have taken in the others but it took them a long time to be anything other than cold. With Kallamar, Shamura was distant and strict - then with Narinder they attempted to be less harsh after the kid started crying himself to sleep. With Heket and Leshy they got less and less cold. They tried their best, they'd argue.

They got carried away by their feelings as they had feared at the start and that's when the first prophecy came to them. They had kept it hidden for way too long until the balance of the crown's powers were ripping at the seams due to Narinder's pursuit in power - and they made a decision. They had told Kallamar first. Then Heket and Leshy were brought in.

Stuff happened. Now they are barely coherent and at most have an hour or two at a time where they seem to make sense. Leshy stays with them the most. Kallamar takes care of them. Heket takes care of the rest. Their skull is caved in, they lost an eye and limbs - some of the damages can't be hidden by bandages.

There's also this thing that their crown keeps getting out of control whilst trying to keep their mind stable - sometimes they'll get startled - attempt to form a weapon and instead end up with their arm speared through. They have scarring all over their body from it.

Upon recruitment they are pretty overwhelmed. Their crown can't stop them from breaking anymore and they have gotten so used to godhood that mortality now feels like they are literally rotting alive. They can feel their body wasting away.

Only after getting their relic back do they start becoming more independent and stable. They nowadays go through some sort of rehab to try and regain their sense of self.

Extra: Not much was added. I wanted to give them Glasses but I can't for the life of me draw them with a pair... So Ill just say they have them but not show them LOL

Kallamar

His past is basically forgotten. It sorta slipped away since he hadn't deemed it fit to be remembered. At first he had MANY fights with Shamura, then it ceased after a confrontation turned violent which left him with a bad scar.

He had to take care of his younger siblings whilst coming to terms with godhood - filling in whenever Shamura wasn't physically or mostly emotionally unavailable. For a long time he was the only one that could comfort his ailing siblings. Dealing with that sort of made him pretty easily agitated.

When Shamura proposed the plan, he had been hesitant - but ultimately didn't say anything.

Now he takes care of his siblings medically. He hates himself more than he hates anyone else and as much as he is quick to condemn and betray Shamura - he is also quick to condemn himself. Though maybe not as enthusiastically or openly.

He likes to compensate. Giving gifts to request forgiveness - grand displays of favoritism or mainly decking himself and his multiple spouses out with Jewels. He still keeps his wedding rings around his neck and his earring references his siblings.

Funnily enough, he caused the least troubles to the Lamb. They could argue he even seemed relieved after a short while of staying in the cult.

Extra: Added Jewelry and two tentacles because he looked naked without them.

Heket

Loudmouth frog that when found with her crown, she started trying to fight Shamura - insulting whatever parent they had. She kept threatening to poison them too.

In the lineup of her siblings, she was often the one who took the sidelines. If she was happy, she was left alone. If she was displeased, she'd let herself known. The most uncomplicated of the siblings.

You'd almost miss how every other bishop would seek her out when help was needed. While Shamura helped with godhood and Kallamar with emotional needs - Heket was a good person to pester with anything else. She'd handle it - just let big sis do it. Even if she was the second youngest - it's funny how even Kallamar and Narinder would occasionally use the nickname.

Then when everyone else was dealing with their wounds, she picked up the pace and kept their respective cults from falling apart. She handled Silk cradle until Shamura could - helped with Darkwood and took over Anchordeep when Kallamar was tending to the others. No problem.

She was still loud when entering the cult. Not as much as her brother - but she loved to cause scenes. Her muteness didn't seem to hinder her at all with that. She's not allowed near knives but somehow can handle axes?

Her temper problems don't get better. She just stops being an asshole about it.

She prefers having scarfs covering her neck bandages whilst they're all bloody and disgusting.

Extra: Nothing because Heket is already perfect.

Leshy

Literally a weird insect that kept clinging to the crown until it grew big enough to hold in one hand. It bit anything that got close and by the time Shamura found it - he had started eating small critters.

And god, he kept growing and growing until he wasn't a small worm in Shamura's hand but literally too big to fit through most doors. They suspected he'd grow until the end of time. Or well, now since his crown is gone.

He never listens. He screams for fun and overshares the worst details to the point he manages to break his siblings into just accepting anything he talks about. They can't even scold him or punish him since Leshy always finds a way to make things worse for anyone else but himself.

He also copies everyone. First it was Heket's tone. Then it was Narinder's behavior - now he started growing flowers and vine braids to make fun of Kallamar and his antlers were at first a crude mimic of Shamura's pedipalps and now they grow vines to be similar to the jewels hanging from them. He refuses to acknowledge doing so.

He's very clingy. After locking away Narinder, he stayed with Shamura every day until they were out of bed rest. He follows his siblings around and when he does give them a second to breathe - hes probably laying around in Darkwood instead of doing anything productive. He does tends to plants occasionally, but he prefers "to let chaos do its thing" - as if that means anything.

He makes for a great gardener after he stopped trying to break everything upon recruitment. And once he got over growling at every living thing - he actually became one of the most well liked people living there.

Leshy knows exactly what someone needs and somehow finds a way to achieve that with the littlest of efforts. It's the thought that counts.

Extra: Braid and vines because I thought Leshy would look cute with it.

Special: The 4 bishops all wear old faith themed robes, but Shamura got the elder clothes for comfort and Leshy kept tearing his clothes apart so he is not permanently excluded from having any special outfits as punishment. Narinder wears fancy robes (who happen to be loose and warm while being special - otherwise he'd complain)

The Lamb wears one of the leaked fleeces since I loved the red riding hood aesthetic.

In the end this turned more into biographies than actual explanations but its 3:30am, Im sleep deprived and I wanted to get my thoughts out because I start having memory problems again YIPPEE

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look, Don't Touch 3

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: my back hurts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

Bucky's snores roll through the apartment. He's just as irritating asleep as he is awake. Your back racks and your legs cramp as you slump in the chair. Your eyes droop now and again only the roll open and flick to the blue digits of the clock. 

The minutes tick by like hours. His peaceful tempo irks you. It adds to the restlessness of your captivity.  

You don't blame him entirely. You're a dumb fucking bitch. Why didn't you do some scouting before you waltzed in? Wait it out to make sure it's clear. 

You go back and retrace your steps, over and over. Fuck. You're so stupid. So stupid. But not as stupid as that fucker thinks. 

Or as weak. 

He has that chip on his shoulder. He thinks his trauma overrides everyone else's. That no one else has been through shit. What you've been through you don't fucking think about because it's not worth it. He doesn't realise he's wasting his energy being such a miserable shit. 

You stare through the window for a while. The city sparkles here. Not like in your apartment where it blares like a broken television. 

Your head sinks down as your fatigue clouds your obstinacy. Your eyelids meet and your body slackens as much as it can within your bounds. The last look at the clock read about 3am. 

Your mind swirls in a miasma. Thick and viscous. Your skull thumps like sledge on concrete. Then all at once you're awake and shivering. 

The ice cold water seeps into your clothes as you gasp and gulp. Your lashes are webbed with moisture as you drip with the frigid rivulets. Bucky chuckles as a bucket hangs from his grip. 

"Morning sunshine." 

Your teeth chatter as you sneer back at him. You glance over at the city skyline. It's still a dusky mix of grey and blue. 

"0500. Up and at 'em," he proclaims chipperly. 

You shut your mouth and bite down on your shivers. This is what he wants. He's trying to break you. Well it's not gonna happen so soon. You've seen the videos on the dark web. You won't be scared by this emo bitch.  

"Gotta keep a routine." He taunts. 

You roll your eyes. Your gaze catches on the shine on the floor. You must've been out like a light. There's plastic under you. Maybe not just for the water. Well, you're not squeamish. 

"I usually start with a run. What do you do when you crawl out of your hole at one in the afternoon? Probably just the thought of Steve gets your heart pumping," he grits. 

"It helps," you snicker. "I've seen the real thing so... I'm certain my imagination is much better. The vibrator too." 

"Fucking smart ass," he mutters and stomps away. 

It's not a victory but it isn't defeat. You can match his energy, even if he's got you tied up like a dog. You wiggle in seat as that thought tickles something in you. You're twisted just like he said but he doesn't get to do that to you. Only Steve.  

He shuffles around in the bedroom. He emerges in track pants and a long sleeve tee. The legs are a bit too long for him. Steve's got a few inches on him, probably in more way than one. 

"I'll do about an hour," he taps on his watch. "Now you don't go getting into trouble." 

He scoffs and heads for the door. You tempo your breath as the goosebumps prickle over you in waves. Your clothes are soaked through. The door snaps shut and you huff. 

There's not much you can do. You close your eyes again. You're not going to sleep but you'll save your energy. As you languish in the slow drip of water pattering onto the plastic, your clothes grow stale and tepid. The wet fabric is sandpaper on your skin. 

He returns, whistling. He doesn't acknowledge you as he sets up in the kitchen. He puts his earbuds in the case and lets his music blast from the speaker. It's the kind of rock music a teenager listens to when they try to show off. 

You don't move. You're not going to let him see you squirm. He rattles around in the kitchen. 

"Gotta get lots of protein after a workout," he calls through as a pan sizzles. The aromas crawl over you and fill your lungs. Your tongue floods with saliva. "Lots of eggs, bacon, hm, oh Steve got the good greek yogurt." 

You don't answer his mocking monologue. You know what he's doing. Well if he thinks you've never gone hungry, that's his own martyr complex fueling his ego. 

He comes out with a full plate and sits across from you. He plants his feet wide, his plate in one hand as he shovels greedily with the fork. He stuffs his mouth and hums. 

You watch him calmly. He smirks and keeps pigging away on the food. There's enough for both of you and then some. You grimace. 

"How are you feeling? Hungry?" He asks. 

"Repulsed. You have grease on your chin." 

He pokes his tongue as he try to lick it up. You nearly gag at the remnants of food in his mouth. You don’t, you won't, look away. 

"I can hear your stomach," he says through a mouthful. "And your heart. Your lungs, too." 

"Yeah, I know you're a freak. Do you even know how the Russian fucks mangled you or did that go out the window with all the murder?" 

He gnashes his teeth down and narrows his eyes. His smile faded. It's your turn to grin. 

"Real fucked up from what I saw. There were some leaked classified docs after that weirdo Sokovian went off and planted those bombs." You tisk. "Children? Really? That's really der--" 

He's fast. Well, he is a super soldier. In an instant, he's in front of you, the plate is on the floor, and the fork is standing in your thigh as pain sears through your muscles. 

You yipe then muffle it to a groan. You take a deep breath as your lashes flick and you stare at the blood staining around the tines. You exhale through your lips and look at him. You don't stop smiling. 

You cackle, "hoooooo, I got you, Buck. I fucking got you." 

He stands straight and kicks the plate, scattering whats left of the eggs and bacon. He stomps away and balls his fists, grumbling and snarling. You laugh if only to keep from whimpering. 

There's pain beneath the swell of adrenaline. It's going to really hurt in a few minutes but right now, you feel great. You're awake. 

📷

Bucky appears again. His hair is damp and his skin is speckled with the aftermath of a shower. He has only a towel around his waist. Are you supposed to be impressed? 

He doesn't say a word as he moves around the apartment. He goes to the windows and looks out at the city. You stare at the couch dully. You're getting bored and your leg is throbbing. 

He circles around as you raise your brows, biding off the fatigue. Suddenly, he's behind you. He reaches around a rips the fork free. You grunt as blood pools up and spreads further along the denim.  

He wipes the tines on your sleeve, "I didn't get the artery, in case you're scared." He strides around and twirls the cutlery, "strange cause judging by your pulse, you're pretty fucking content with yourself." 

"Ha, is that what you want, hm?" You pout mockingly. "You wanna make a girl's heart race. Poor widdle winter baby don't got no place in this world. He wants to be wanted--" 

"You talk a pretty big game for someone as tiny as you are." He comes around and bends to look you in the eye. "What do you got going on? Who's going to even know you didn't make it home?" 

You hiss through a gritted smile, "you say that like I care. I've been pretty honest with you and myself. Maybe try a bit of introspection." 

"There's different types," he backs up and sits again. "The quiet ones. The violent ones. The talkers. Now, there's different kinds of talkers. The ones who threaten, then there's the ones who ramble. They talk so they don't gotta feel--" 

"You got me, Mr. Barnes. I'm so fucking scared of you I'm gonna piss my pants. You wanna watch again?" 

He chortles, "there ya go." 

"There I go." You sneer. "What's the game plan here, buddy? Starve me out? Think it'll happen before baby boy gets back? You gonna save some for him? Let him know you saved his ass. For once it wasn't the other way around huh?" 

"Shut up." 

"Or maybe that's a bad plan, huh? Steve might lose his shit a little. Realise he's not untouchable. I mean, a worm like me crawled right in--" 

"I said shut up," he snips. 

"You said it, I'm a talker. I gotta talk so I don't shake in my boots. Must feel like a big man. I mean I don't got Hydra juice in my veins and you could snap me like a twig," you scoff. "It's gotta make you a little hard." 

He tilts his head and squints, "you ever think of anything else?" 

"Don't worry, you're not in here," you nod your head. "It's all for the Captain. Second best again, sergeant." 

"You can't help yourself," he leans his elbows on his legs. 

"Well, I broke in, didn't I? Pretty clear I'm a bit off--" 

"No fucking shame." 

"It's really weird, don't you think? We only talk about shame when it's a woman. Men, they can do whatever the fuck they want and they're called outgoing and brave or committed, whatever." 

"Cut that shit," he snips. 

"It's true. But maybe that's not what this is. Maybe this is something else. Something more personal. Maybe you're jealous," you try to shrug. "The winter bozo got no fans to stalk him. Mm, sad." 

He stares at you then his gaze falls to your leg. He stands up and marches off. No answer. Typical. That's the thing about men, they can't admit when they're wrong. Can't own up to their faults but everyday a woman has to pay penance for just existing. 

He stomps back to you and slaps his hand down on your injured leg. The burning sensation of his palm tears a yowl from your and you look down as thick grains of salt tumble out between his fingers. He mashes the salt into your wound. You gnash your teeth and grunt. 

"FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!" You seethe through your clamped jaw. 

He laughs, "this is kinda fun." He puts his forehead against yours. "And I can't help but agree with you, doll. Why the fuck am I fighting my programming?" He squeezes your leg and you wheeze. "Let's get nice and cozy with the soldier. He's got all the good ideas." 

You snort and twitch, halfway between agony and amusement. You push against him and snap your teeth. 

"Finally, something interesting." You rasp. 

He smirks and pushes of you. You groan as he turns cracks his neck. He tosses the salt onto the plastic sheet. You watch his metal hand open and close. 

He spins and struts into the kitchen. He comes back with your notebook. A strike of rage swells in you. Fuck. 

He stands in front of you and licks his fingertips. He clears his throat and flutters through the pages. 

"'I went to his place. It's nice. Different than being outside. His bed is big, it's a wonder he never fucks in it. Seems like Cap is afraid of commitment.'" He guffaws. "You really think you know him?" 

"Stream of consciousness." You utter. 

"Sure," he skims the lines on the pages. "'I think I had my biggest O in his bed. Just with my fingers. I could smell him around me. If I closed my eyes, he was there--'"  

He shifts and the towel twitches. Your lips slant. Disgusting. 

"Do you really think he'd want to touch something like you?" 

"I can draw a line between fact and fiction. How about you?" You chirp. "You can't even remember how many innocent people you killed--" 

"It's getting old," he growls.  

"Maybe Stevie won't want a piece. I'm not delusional, just obsessive. But you-" you nod to his crotch. "Seems like you're getting a bit too into this." 

He lowers the notebook and grins. "You ever actually fucked a guy?" 

"What does it matter?" 

"Is that it? You think Steve wants to pluck the flower in your dusty little garden?" 

"It was never--" you huff and wiggle in the chair. "Look, you don't get it. It was never supposed to be real. It's like a TV show. A distraction. Something to do." 

"Wow, that's sad." 

"Yeah, but it's the truth. A lot of people can't face themselves in the mirror." 

"Oh virtue," he scoffs and throws the notebook on the couch behind him. "Is it honesty or self-pity?" 

"Bit of both." You look up defiantly as he steps closer. "Look at me. I know what I am. I'm a creep but I don't deny it. What you are, you can't even say it out loud." 

He exhales and his chest compressed. He puts his hands on his hips as he glowers at you. His towel tents and you frown. 

"Dude, get that away from me." 

"What's the matter? Is this the closest you've been?" He taunts. 

You lean back and keep your eyes up, "I've seen a dick. Touched a few even. Trust me, I'm not interested." 

"I could put on the suit. There's a back-up in his closet." 

"Nasty." 

"Look who's talking," he retorts. "You think I'm fucking serious?" 

"I know the things you're capable of, soldat." You challenge. 

His eyes flare and his knuckles flash across your vision, bone snapping against your cheek. You close your mouth as it floods with iron. You swallow the blood and wiggle a back tooth with your tongue. You snicker. 

You face him as the swelling thrums hotly under the surface. He glares back at you. You lean back and round your eyes. You've never been good at that cutesy shit. 

He smirks, "keep going, baby. We'll see who breaks first." 

You lower your lashes and sniffle. He hovers and you steel yourself. You lurch forward and open your mouth. The chair tilts with your weight and you bite through the cotton as your teeth meet the towel. You pinch something beneath it. Him. 

He exclaims and punches your head. He grunts as the chair tips and falls on its side. Your head bounces against the chair. The towel heaps next to you as he growls and cradles his erection. 

"The fuck? You are deranged!" 

"I told you to move back," you slur as silver stars spatter across your vision.  

"Fucking bitch," he hisses and leaves you on the plastic. You laugh until it fades into a dry crackle. You hit your head pretty good and he got a few good shots in too. 

[sissylittlefeather]

Kink Madness: Round 3

Flashing vs Voyeurism

This one was funnnnnn. Don't forget to vote at the end!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, flashing and voyeurism, but also public sex, and some girl on girl.

Flashing: TTWII Elvis

This is the first show they're filming for the new concert documentary. Elvis is so nervous he can barely breathe. He paces and sweats and cusses and chugs water and you sit there on his little vanity watching.

“Baby, what if I forget the words again?”

“You won't.” You coo, soothingly.

“I keep fuckin’ forgetting the words.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling. “I can't do this. Not with the cameras on me. I hafta tell ‘em they can't film.”

You wrack your brain for some way to calm him down, but you haven't seen your husband this keyed up since the Singer special in 1968.

“Elvis, you know that's not an option.”

“I don't have a choice, doll! I can't do it!” He stops pacing for a second and looks at you, his eyes round, and for a moment he looks like the boy you met in 1958.

“Come here.” You open your arms for him to come to you but he shakes his head and goes back to pacing.

“Too nervous.” This is the worst you've ever seen him. Even in ‘68 there was a feeling that if it flopped he'd just give up. This is different. Now people have expectations. But you're not about to let him be his own worst enemy. You look around the room for something to distract him and then it dawns on you. There is one thing you can try. It's risky, but if it works the payoff will be worth it. You go to work with your hands and then whisper.

“E, look at me.” He continues pacing and shakes his hand in your direction. “Elvis.”

“Honey, I'm–”

“Elvis Aaron Presley. Look at your wife.” The use of his middle name stops him and he turns to you, ready to be annoyed. But then he stops dead in his tracks and lets his mouth fall open.

You've untied your wrap dress and are now holding it so that he can see your body in nothing but panties. Your nipples harden with the cool air on them and he stares, his eyes drifting up and down your frame.

“Goddamn, baby.”

“Now will ya come here?” He adjusts his jumpsuit at the crotch and then moves across the room to you. His hand reaches out slowly as his thumb grazes the skin of your breast.

“EP, it's time!” It's Joe on the other side of the dressing room door.

“Fuck.” Elvis whispers and then hollers back. “Okay, I'm comin’.”

You quickly pull your dress back together and tie it closed. He looks back down at you and sighs.

“Rather just stay back here with you.”

“I'll be right here when you finish. Go get ‘em, Tiger Man.” He growls and then leans down to kiss you passionately. Joe yells something again and Elvis groans as he pulls back. He adjusts his cock again to be up under his macrame belt and then heads for the door. When he gets there, he turns back to you.

“Hey, doll, do me a favor.”

“Yeah?”

“Take your panties off and toss ‘em to me.” You make a face, but don't take the time to think. Instead, you shimmy out of them and throw them to him. He tucks them in his suit and then winks. “Now I know you're ready for me after the show.”

Your mouth pops open, but he's out the door before you can say anything at all.

******

On stage, it's all Elvis can do to focus on the show and not think about your naked body wide open in front of him. He's not nervous anymore, but he sure as hell does forget some words as flashes of your tits, your hips, your thighs run across his mind. He gets progressively more turned on, so hard it hurts and pretty sure he's leaving a decent-sized precum stain in this suit. He can feel your panties against his skin and that's not helping either.

But what kills him more than anything is seeing you out in the audience knowing you're naked as a jaybird under your dress. Still, he presses on, rushing through Love Me Tender, moving his hips a bit too much just to get a little goddamn friction during fast songs, and sweating even more than normal. When he gets to the last song and you head backstage, he almost drops the mic and follows you right then, but he doesn't. He finishes the song and the second the curtain is dropped, he walks directly to you, not even taking the towel that Charlie offers him.

What he doesn't know is that you've been squirming in your seat for the whole show as well, so when he grabs your wrist, you giggle and follow along enthusiastically. He doesn't even make it back to the dressing room. Instead, he finds an almost-dark corner backstage and pushes your back up against the wall, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His fingers make quick work of untying your dress and then he rips off the macrame belt, unsnaps the chains on his jumpsuit, and yanks the zipper down just far enough to free his aching cock.

“God, honey, I could eat you alive right now.” He growls against your neck, hiking one leg up around his waist. Then, he drags the head of his dick through your folds and grunts at how wet you are already. “Fuck. Looks like I'm not the only one suffering.”

“No. Now, you better fuck me good and hard, E because I'm– ohhhh!” He slams into you, filling your whole pussy in one smooth motion. Your body shudders at the sudden pleasure before he slides out and then does it again.

“God, you're fuckin’ soaked. Were you hurtin’ for it, baby?” You whimper and nod, rolling your hips forward to meet his as he drives into you over and over again. “That's my girl. This sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes!” You moan loudly and he laughs, shushing you.

“Honey, if you don't want my hand over your mouth, you better be careful. I am fuckin’ you in public, you know.” He hisses in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Fuck!” You yell and he chuckles again, sliding his hand over your mouth without slowing his relentless thrusting into you.

“This what you wanted, you dirty little thing? Wanted me to shut you up?” Your eyes roll back and you nod as his cock pounds your g-spot. “I love fuckin’ you baby. This perfect little pussy. Mmm.”

He groans as his hips stutter into you and he moves his hand to the side of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Gonna cum, doll. You want me to fill you up?”

“Please… yes…”

“Good girl.” He whispers it as he closes his eyes and slams into you, shooting you full of his release. When he does, it pushes you over the edge too and you cum hard on his dick, your body pulsing around him as your orgasm burns through your veins like wildfire. He holds you there for a bit, panting and sweating as you both try to let your heart rates return to normal. Eventually, he lifts his head up and looks around to see if anyone saw what you were up to. When he decides the coast is clear, he slips out of you, zipping up his jumpsuit and helping your trembling hands tie your dress back into place. As soon as you're both put back together, he leans in and kisses you softly.

“Thank you, baby.”

“For fucking you?”

“Well, that, but for before the show. You always know what I need.” You kiss the end of his nose gently.

“What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?”

******

Voyeurism: EOT Elvis

“You seem sad, daddy.” You kiss his knuckles and snuggle his hand as he uses the other one to drink from his bottle of water. When he lowers the green bottle, he stares at it and nods.

“Just don't feel like myself today, doll.”

“Why not?” He clicks his tongue and looks up at you sadly.

“Don't you worry about it, honey.” The rest of the room mills about waiting for his signal to continue rehearsal. You stroke the gold scarf where he's got it pinned together on his chest.

“It's that girl, isn't it. You like her.” He blinks in surprise that you had noticed him flirting with the new backup singer. There was a time when he wouldn't have thought twice about getting her naked while you weren't looking, but he's feeling less desirable as he ages. Still, he never dreamed you knew about his conquests beyond your relationship.

“Y-y-you saw that?”

“Daddy, I'm not stupid. I know you. Why didn't you send me home and do what you normally do?” It's not your favorite thing that he has a habit of cheating on you, but you also know that sometimes it's what he needs and you'd be a fool to try to change him. He blushes a deep red and fumbles around trying to come up with some deflection that he doesn't know what you're talking about, but then he looks into your eyes. When he's met with nothing but understanding, he just sighs.

“Didn't think she'd wanna.” He mumbles it and you realize how hurt he is by the thought.

“Oh, Elvis.” He blinks again. You never call him Elvis. “You really think that girl didn't want you?”

“Can't talk about this with you, doll. Can't hurt you like this.” His fingertips fiddle with the hem of your shirt and he can't meet your eyes. You use one finger to gently tip his chin up.

“Daddy, the only thing that hurts me is that you've never thought to include me.”

“Include you?” His voice is incredulous.

“Yeah. You've never asked, but I like girls as much as you do.” You give him a soft smile and giggle a little. It's not something you usually tell people, but he's your safe place.

“Don't play with me, doll. You serious?” His eyes widen as you lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Oh, daddy. You know baby doesn't ever play.” With that, you pull back and walk across the room to the new backup singer. He watches in amazement as you talk with her. You're too far away for him to hear what you're saying, but he watches you flirt for a bit before you lean in and whisper something in her ear. She bites her lower lip as you pull back and then looks at him and nods.

“Time for lunch, everybody!” He claps his hands dramatically and urges everyone out, his heart pounding and a giant smile on his face.

******

In what feels like minutes, you're back in the hotel suite you're sharing. He's sitting in a chair watching as you and the other girl kiss and pet each other. It doesn't take him long to slip into his naturally-dominant role.

“Take her shirt off, doll.”

“Yes, daddy.” You coo and then slip her shirt off over her head.

“Goddamn.” Her breasts bounce free, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He palms himself over his pants. “Now suck on her nipples a bit, baby.”

You don't hesitate to dive in and pull one of her hardened buds into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it like he does to you. She moans softly and then takes off your shirt and bra too. The sight of your breasts rubbing against each other is too much for him, so he unzips and pulls out his aching cock.

“Fuck, girls. Don't stop.” He starts to stroke himself lazily, pulling his cigar to his lips with his other hand. “I wanna see you eat each other.”

“Anything for you, daddy.” You get on your knees and pull her skirt and panties down, exposing the patch of sandy hair between her legs. She backs up to sit on the bed and you spread her thighs. Her glistening pussy makes you shiver and, even though you've never done it before, you don't think twice before you lean forward and drag your tongue up her slit. She whimpers and rolls her hips forward and you find her clit easily. The taste is earthy and sweet and you're amazed at how much it turns you on to lick her like this.

“Shit, doll. You must be good. She's already trembling.” He pumps himself a little harder, imagining shoving his own tongue in your sweet little pussy.

Your hands grip her hips as you eat her furiously and she grabs a handful of your hair. “Fuck! I'm gonna cum!”

She screams and squeezes your head with her thighs.

“Spread her open, baby. I wanna see her cum on your tongue.” You use both hands to pry her legs open again and then moan into her wetness, pushing her over the edge. She throws her head back and groans as her body contracts and relaxes, pulsing on your tongue.

“Fuck.” He swipes his thumb across the head of his dick and gathers some precum as he strokes himself. “Sit on her face, doll.”

She lays back on the bed as you remove your shorts and panties and climb onto her, stopping to rub yourself against her and kiss her deeply. Then, you settle with a knee on either side of her head. She eagerly grabs your ass and pulls your pussy to her lips, licking you furiously. You moan deeply and grab one of your breasts, pinching your nipple between your fingers.

“That's it, doll. Let her eat that sweet little pussy. Cum on her face.” He jerks himself harder and faster now, the sight in front of him turning him on so much he feels like he might explode right now. You feel the edges of your orgasm approaching as she licks and sucks your clit, shoving her fingers up inside you to pump against your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, daddy. You wanna see me cum?”

“Yes. Come on, baby, cum for daddy.” You obey his command as your body shudders and your release washes over you, sending lightning from your fingertips to your toes.

He stands up and walks over to the side of the bed, cock bouncing and weeping as he moves.

“Daddy's turn. Both of you sit up.” You position yourselves shoulder to shoulder on your knees, both of your lips slick and shining with the other’s arousal. He pumps himself with his left hand and runs his thumb over your swollen mouth. “You were so good for me, baby.”

She leans forward and licks the tip of his cock and he moans. Not to be outdone, you do the same. Next thing he knows, you're licking him and sucking him together, your tongues brushing against each other as you treat him like an ice cream cone. He grunts and leans his head back, but he knows his climax is building quickly.

“Come on, ladies. Give daddy a good target.” You pull off of him and wrap your arms around each other, pressing your breasts together. “Fuck. That's it.”

He pumps himself hard and fast now, but it doesn't take long at all for him to cuss and groan and shoot cum all over both of your tits. Both of you giggle as you feel it hot and sticky on your chests. He lets go of himself and lets his softening cock rest on your skin.

“Goddamn, baby. That was beautiful.” You look up at him with your eyes full of love.

“You feel better?”

“Like you wouldn't believe.”

When the three of you get back to rehearsal, he's fully restored. The other musicians marvel at the change in his attitude and one of the other backup singers asks how you managed it. You look at the girl you fucked and she laughs.

“Just love, honey. Just love.”

******

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[confietti]

Attention

“Where the fuck were you?” You stood up, arms crossed around your chest as you stared in disbelief at your husband.

He’s been working ‘overtime’ for the past 2 months and at first, you understood but now it was starting to get to you.

The first few nights he returned not that late, maybe around 9-10 pm. But then he started coming back later and later, and not paying you any attention at all.

Now it was 2 AM almost 3 and you were standing in the living room in your silk robe trying to figure out who your husband was anymore. You never thought his work could make him this unrecognizable.

“Work.” He said bluntly before attempting to push past your shared bedroom, you stopped him.

“Kento it's almost 3 in the morning and you’re telling me you’re just coming back from work? Don't bullshit me. I can barely recognize you— is that alcohol? Were you out fucking drinking?”

As you scolded him he showed nothing but disinterest. It's like he wanted you to stop talking. “I just went to the bar with Shoko and ‘em~ it’s not that big of a deal, honey. Calm down.”

With the look you gave him after he said that he knew he fucked up. “Calm down? You haven't given me even 5 minutes of your attention in months, Kento, and the first fucking thing you say to me after coming home almost 3, and drunk at that! you tell me to calm down?! Since you don't want me to worry about you, why don't you go live with Shoko ‘and ‘em’ instead?”

he watched as you said this with tears in your eyes before going back into the room and throwing a couple of pillows and a blanket at him before slamming the bedroom door and locking him out.

Nanami sighed as he adjusted the cushions and pillows to make himself comfortable on the couch. He regretted everything he just said to you, he vowed to make things right in a couple of hours. But until he crawled underneath the covers and fell asleep.

The next few days were the worst. You gave him the cold shoulder and wouldn't speak to him even if your life depended on it. You refused to stay in the same room with him for more than 15 minutes, you were washing the dishes? You'd drop them and come back to them later. You were eating dinner? You’d take the food back in the room and eat it there. You even went as far as to cook in smaller portions so that he had nothing to eat at all times. You were pissed and he knew it. He made several attempts to talk to you and even texted you just for you to leave him on read.

ken 💕: Darling? I'm so so sorry for what I said, please speak to me.

ken 💕: I'm back on my normal hours if that makes you feel any better.

ken 💕: I love you.

“Baby?” you looked up from your spot on the couch to see your husband with a bouquet of roses. He looked so.. Exhausted.

He has bags under his eyes and had he been… crying? “I know you probably don't want anything to do with me right now but can you please listen to me?” You nodded in response.

“Thank you. I realized what I did to you was completely immature. After work, Shoko and Gojo carried me out for a few drinks because they saw that I was pretty tense. I lost track of time and how much I drank, I’m sorry. And about me working overtime… I stopped doing it. I’m back on my normal hours.”

He said all of that while blushing and scratching the nape of his neck which made you smile. You got up to hug him and whispered into his ear “After you put the roses in some water meet me in the bedroom so you can apologize to me fully.”

you gave him a smirk with a light nibble on his ear when you pulled away, grazing your hand over his crotch and walking back to the bedroom. Nanami swore that he'd never moved that fast for anything in his entire life. He quickly shoved the roses into the vase you two kept on the kitchen counter and made his way to the bedroom.

The sex that night was phenomenal. He was kneeling at the edge of the bed, eating you out even though you insisted that it was fine. By the time he finally pushed himself in you it felt as if you were gonna break him in half.

He silently cursed under his breath for not fucking you sooner. Nanami made love to you so tender and sensual that night, murmuring little “i love yous” into the crook of your neck and told you how sorry he was too. The next morning he made sure to take the week of the give you all of his attention. Boy, you loved him more than anything.

!!! Not proofread !!!

a/n: suggested to me by my moot @/twicelles! i’ve had this in my drafts for about a week lol.

© confietti, 2024. do not copy, steal, or repost my content without permission.

[saiintvalentiine]

star-bright

Summary: Parrot is a lesser dragon who's looking for a wishing star to turn himself into a true dragon.

Notes: this is. hm. kinda weird even for me i think. if you've read requiescat, this premise is actually familiar to you, and you'll realize immediately how this is gonna end. unedited and hastily written to get it out of my system. divider.

Word count: 1,406

1 am

There's a clean impact crater in the field about three yards all around. There's a clear drag line through the grass heading north, where skyscrapers shine and the city coughs up smoke. It tapers off, but it's not hard to imagine that such a sight would be tempting to a falling wish.

Parrot has a wish to cash in, and stardust is easy to track.

2 am

Cities around here never sleep. It's part of Parrot's problem. He can't protect everything he wants, everyone he wants when he's this weak in a world this wide. Smoke billows out of the corners of his mouth, unthinking, unhappy, wings inert and senses dampened.

This wishing star is what will let him become what he was always meant to become.

He's been waiting to see one fall. They look like shooting stars, and there are plenty of those around, but a dragon can tell the difference. Even to a lesser one like him, they look brighter, tempting, more promising than the average star.

The trail this star has left behind is bright, sweet, lilac-tinted and sparkling. It weaves in and out of bars and tourist traps, between the bustling crowds and haggling merchants. Parrot is following, but just barely. It's trying to hide.

It knows its time is limited and is trying to extend it. How unfortunate for it that Parrot is the one who's going to find it.

3 am

The wishing star is eating a hot dog. Parrot is stunned when he finally catches up to it and it's at a hotdog stand. He honestly—

“ ‘s really good,” the star praises, smiling at the vendor.

“Can't believe you've never had a hotdog,” the vendor says wistfully.

“Crazy huh?”

The star finishes its meal, wiping its hands on a napkin. Its hair is dark with thin streaks of white, eyes violet and charming, and its skin deathly pale. It looks just like the old texts describe them— ethereal, impossible to look away from, delicious.

“There's a cart down that way that sells kebabs. You tell ‘em Vic sent ya, they'll make you my favorite.”

The star bounces up, brightens, and says, “I will! Thank you!”

“You have a safe night now,” the vendor calls out as the star walks off with a wave.

Parrot goes to follow, only to get his arm grabbed by the vendor.

“What's your problem?” Parrot snaps, shrugging out of his grip, the star getting further and further away.

“You leave that boy alone you fuckin’ pest, y’hear me?”

Parrot is— what the actual hell? He stares at the vendor, too baffled to respond for a moment.

“Don't think I didn't see you standin’ there leering,” the vendor continues. “It’s creeps like you makin’ this place impossible to live in. Fuck off.”

Oh god, this guy thinks Parrot is creeping on the star.

“I'm not doing anything wrong,” Parrot sputters out, stepping back and bumping into a passer-by. “I'm— I'm leaving!”

“Good riddance!”

Parrot scrambles off, flustered. He holds off on following the star’s trail until he's far out of the vendor’s sight.

4 am

It takes a little while longer, and Parrot spends way too long red in the face about it, but he eventually catches up to the wishing star again. This time, it's at a bar, which Parrot is deeply annoyed by. It's loud and smelly in here, but the irritated smoke that rises from his nose blends in with the eight people he sees smoking in here, so it's not all bad.

The star looks too sweet sitting at the bar. It's wearing a soft grey sweater and black slacks, with mismatched black and white boots. Despite that, the bartender is pouring it a drink with a big grin.

“This one has Midori in it,” she says over the music.

“Midori,” the star echoes. “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh it is!”

The star drinks from a cup with bright green liquid in it, and suddenly Parrot wonders how it's paying for this. Do stars descend with cash on hand? He's contemplating this as he edges closer and closer, shoulders being brushed here and there by other patrons. Someone brushes behind the star, and it turns at the resulting hasty apology. Parrot can tell the second it spots him in the corner of its vision— a hitched breath and a heavy hand slapping a wad of bills on the bartop are all Parrot gets before the star runs. It weaves so easily between people, like it's wafer thin, and the bartender yells after it. Parrot darts after it, tries to snatch its arm but fails as it bursts out of the bar and into the street.

Fine. If it wants to do this the hard way, Parrot isn't afraid of some hard work.

5 am

The goddamn star is still running and Parrot is running out of time. Wishing star luck piles up around it as it tries to escape, as it crashes into the arms of a wolf hybrid and a cat hybrid who accidentally block Parrot’s path, then it’s whisked a few feet away by a strange suit-wearing enderman when they trip into each other, then a different cat hybrid falls onto Parrot in a series of convoluted accidents that are only possible in fiction— at least Parrot thought they were only possible in fiction.

It doesn’t matter. Luck won’t be enough. Parrot will guarantee that.

6 am

Parrot finally catches the star. It’s racing back to the field it fell into, maybe trying to make it to the woods opposite of the city in an attempt to lose track of Parrot. But he’s sick of this game and he has to make this wish before dawn if he’s going to become who he was always meant to be, and that’s what pushes him to finally tackle the star down. Felled, it tries to scramble away, but Parrot catches its wrists between his talons and pins its squirming body down.

“Let go of me,” the star wheezes, ring-adorned fingers spasming wildly. “Let go of me!”

“Not until I get my wish,” Parrot snaps, breathing heavy, voice shot. He squeezes his hands and the star makes a choked noise.

“No, no no no, I’ll die if you do that, I’ll die!”

“I know that.”

“And you’re okay with that?!”

The star squirms, turning on its side to look up at Parrot. Its face is streaked with sweat and tears and dirt, but no blood; Parrot is sure these things don’t have mortal blood to bleed anyway, but he’s a little surprised it didn’t hurt itself on the way down. It just looks dirty now. Soiled.

“Fulfilling a wish costs the blood of the lamb.”

It tries again to wrench away from Parrot, but it won’t be able to get free. What Parrot wants is too much, too wide—

“I have a name, I’m a person,” the star begs. “I’m Wifies, I like— I like the color purple, I like Midori— at least, I think I do, I need more time, I could—”

“You are a wishing star, you aren’t a person! This is the point, getting caught and dying to a wish is the point of your existence!”

“Says who!” Wifies head drops down, voice wavering and wet. “Says who, the lesser dragons who use us? Of course you all think that’s all we’re good for! That’s what keeps you as lesser. If you can’t take it with your own hands, you’ll steal it from us.”

Wifies is heaving, pearlescent in the moonlight, and Parrot hates him.

“I have tried everything!” Parrot can’t control the way his voice rises, the way his mouth gets hot, the way his useless wings twitch on his back. “Everything to become better!”

“And you’ll kill me for it, because you’re a failure!”

“I wish,” Parrot is seeing red, he’s got to be precise with this, has to ignore the shuddering sobs beneath him. “I wish to become a true dragon.”

7 am

Parrot greets the dawn alone, no body, no heat, nothing beneath him.

He sits on his knees alone as the stars in the sky taper away to the sunlight. His wings unfurl to their full length, healthy and heavy, and he feels the potency in his throat, not just heat but flame flicking, flicking, flicking away in his gut. There isn’t even residue on his hands left.

Parrot greets the dawn alone.

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Based off this pic and this post about Steph finding out danny can make eldritch tentacles.

(Pt.1 because tumblr keeps posting instead of saving drafts)

A 'Net' problem

Danny has a big problem... or a bunch of 'smaller' problem's.

His parents had forcefully dragged him off on a road trip, now while he was used to this in the grand scheme of things, they had sprung it on him mid week as he was in school and completely ruined the test he needed to take to graduate school.

Now he's Left behind his friends, his ghost hunting gear, Jazz, who had managed to not be found as his parents drove 'into' the school in search of him and his phone, which was crushed under the G.A.V's treads when it crashed through his classroom wall.

Danny, close to breaking point has had enough.

-

They had been chewed out at the latest ghost Hunter convention for the insensitivity of the ecto-'dream catcher' and on their beliefs that colds and flu were work of the evil ghosts. (One of the organisers had literally thrown a medical textbook at maddie in anger)

They had sequestered themselves in the lab for a week as a result, not bothering anybody. But, being the infamous 'Dr. Fentons' that they were, they had just focused on the positives and ignored the negatives. This included reading the book thrown at them and getting even more insane ghost hunting ideas as a result.

So now they were in new jersy tracking down the The Jersy Devil because: 'according to the book, it was good mental health to have a positive mindset with a goal' and 'he's gotta be a ghost Danno, how else do you explain the stories?' (Danny: "literally anything else but a ghost!")

What could be considered a positive was they had apparently dismantled the dream catcher, judging by the familiar parts found stacked by the lab doors everytime he or jazz had tried to look in on their parents. what they had done with the parts later however, danny didn't know.

He stared vacantly out of the window until something caught his eye, a city limits sign:

Now entering Gotham!

'Crap!' Thought danny, he knew batman didn't like outsiders but he especially didn't like meta outsiders who's rogues followed after them. Considering how he had left, skulker at the very least would probably start chasing after him.

"Dad, why are we in gotham? I thought we were after the jersy devil?" Jack just laughed "we are my boy! What better place for a ghost to hide then gotham, he even has the inhabitants fooled by calling himself the Batman! We're not fooled though, that ecto scum isn't getting away from us!"

Danny frozen in shock, felt the dam in his mind finally breaking, he took a deep breath to calm himself and was rubbing his face in his hands before responding calmly...

"I'm not bailing you two out of jail when this blows up in your face... and I'm definitely not intervening when the justice league comes after you. Can you drop me off somewhere near a library? I don't want to be implicated in this and honestly, I need to catch up on the school work I'm missing out on because you dragged me here".

Maddie, confused about Danny's frigid mood smiled and tried to offer him an ectoblaster "what are you talking about dear? We're not committing crimes, its a scientific study. Besides, You're already a genius in the scientific community! Are people giving you a hard time about it?"

Danny swatted away the blaster and glared at his mother, replying icily: "genius? I was in one magazine about communicating with Delilah the purple backed gorilla, I'm barely passing school because you both keep causing me so much trouble, and nothing about your 'scientific study' would 'ever!' pass an ethics board. Now let me out or I'll let myself out!"

"Nonsense Danno, it's easy to graduate public school, i did and i was barely there when your mother and i weren't hunting ghosts. besides, we need an extra gunner to help us catch the damn ghost, especially if he has backup in the area!"

'Theyre not going to listen' danny thought angrily, if they were willing to attack the gotham vigilantes on a ridiculous idea, then they were too far gone and would not be going down quietly, 'no way in the realms am i going down with them!'

-

As part of one fluid motion, danny, looking out the front window to gauge his timing and safety, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the chair to maddies confusion and punched the emergency eject button above the GAV door.

The door hatch forced itself open in a tearing of metal as it tried to deploy both a slide and a inflatable water raft painted with the fenton logo and jacks face. Both were torn away by a street pole catching them.

Danny, grabbing the detatched door frame stepped out of the vehicle without a second look at his parents. The plate door landed, letting danny surf across the road drawing a wave of sparks as it was drastically slowed down from the high speed GAV.

The curb came up quickly catching the door and danny jumped away, gracefully tucking and rolling as he hit the pavement, proceeding to rise and move into a side street away from the surprised pedestrians with limited loss of momentum.

In true gothamite tradition they quickly lost interest as danny didn't seem to be a new villain attacking them and wrote it off as just a 'wayne kid' kidnapping attempt.

Danny weaved through the side streets making sure his parents wouldn't be able to catch him, his first job was to find the library, he needed the resources for his classwork and his parents were too dense to actually try and find him there.

Three inquiries of passers-by later (and two shut down mugging attempts) danny reached the gotham library within an hour or so, the cool quiet confines beckoned him to relax.

Danny reached the front desk and called to the librarian on duty, a red head woman in a wheelchair typing away at her computer "excuse me ms, I was wondering if there's a police hotline to get information directly to the batman?"

The woman looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow in amusement "more urgent the dialing 911?"

Danny snorted at the bizzare knowledge that was his parents "if I wanted to get laughed at and marked as a prank caller sure, my parents are considered crackpots in general, mad scientists at best, with emphasis on the 'mad', is there a number?"

-

Barbara stared at the guy waiting at her desk, he was calm but seemed resigned to something troubling him. "I could ask around but most contact with the bats goes through commisioner Gordon or Bruce wayne, would you like me to try and get a number?"

The guys face scrunched up in distaste at Bruce's name "ew, I'd rather not deal with rich frootloops if possible, you never know whats in their basements. does the commissioner have a number I can call?"

Barbara chuckled in amusement, quickly sound-byting the conversation to the family group chat "you don't know who I am do you?"

Danny didn't even blink before responding "you're the pretty red head librarian who reminds me of my sister, so hopefully your not a rogue in disguise. other then that its not my business, can you contact him or not? we've got time till sundown and the batman comes out, but notifying him sooner is better then later".

Barbara still grinning pulled out her phone and dialled a number, Jim answered his daughters number after the second ring "oh thank you for the distraction from paperwork, what's up?"

"Hey dad, I've got someone here who wants to talk to the commisioner about urgent information for the batman, think you can help?" There was a dramatic sigh from the phone "and here I thought you were calling just to say hello, are they on the level?"

"Well... he looks like wayne-bait but doesn't trust rich people, also said his parents are considered mad scientists, might be related"

The line was filled with a deep groan "ohhh christ, I think I know who it is... *sigh* put him on".

Slightly concerned, she handed danny the phone who held it awkwardly, not used to the thin smartphone. Silently she tapped into the line.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Jim Gordon, am I right in assuming you're Daniel Fenton? I've been getting traffic reports on your parents driving for the last hour".

Danny sighed "yes, that's them sir, Dannys fine. just so you know, it's gonna get worse before they stop".

"Worse then driving a tank at high speeds through packed gotham streets? We've already got squad car's in pursuit" Danny looked Barbara in the eyes as he replied

"here's where i get marked as a prank caller sir... worse like they are actual ghost hunters and now think the jersy devil is a ghost... and that it's also batman" Barbara, thinking of Boston brand held in a snort but the amusement drained as she looked at the seriousness of dannys face.

"I don't know if you get news from amity Park Illinois commissioner, if you did you would know theres a weather report segment regarding if my parents are out driving... the ghosts there are the real deal and can cause physical damage, worse is the fact that my parents have weapons capable of harming people and destroying buildings in their pursuit of ghosts, Worse is they blame the damage they cause on the ghosts theyre hunting".

"I... see, any suggestions?"

"Yeah, Tasers won't work through their hazmat suits and I would suggest meta dampening collars but honestly, they'd break them down for parts before you could blink. they will not listen to you unless they think you believe in their ideology and the GAV can pretty much survive tank rounds"

Danny took a long breath and let it out before continuing "look, anyone whose died for more then a minute or two will start to show up on their scanners, they'll be searching hotspots like graveyards or old houses for the big sensor spots. I'd ask that you don't listen to their ideology regarding ghosts because my parents have caused enough damage to the undead that I'm failing high school trying to keep the peace... oh!"

Danny twitched as if he'd remembered something important "I apologise in advance, I know batman doesn't like meta's in the city but I wasn't given a choice in the matter. Unfortunately some of the amity park ghosts might follow me to gotham, if it happens I'll try and get them out of town before they can cause harm, but I'm more into damage control then making people happy".

[pilotingdreammsss]

hi!! May I request rye cookie x kind/sweetheart and shy/quiet fem reader?

bonus if how they first meet is included!

Now, this is a request I can certainly write! Rye cookie is so underrated <3

Bounty huntin'

Premise: You're robbed by some stray bandits, right under a bounty hunter 's nose.

"No no! It's- it's fine! They can take a few coins..."

Your purse had been snatched away from you, right from your hands. Though that was a few minutes ago now...

"That bandit's got the top bounty, sweetpea. It's gettin' outta hand."

You whine subtly - as much as a criminal was just that - you worried someone could get hurt. Bounty hunters did carry guns ,didn't they?

"If you're going to hunt for them, take me with you!"

You grab onto her arm, tugging with both hands so she'd pause her advances. Her eyes are momentarily skeptical, though when they're met with your pleading ones, her gaze relents a little.

She pushes her wheat coloured hair from her eyes, propping up her cowboy hat.

"Alright then! Lead the way, I need'ta know where they went!"

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You never quite concluded your search for the bandit that had stolen from you. Advancements were made, though you were side-tracked eventually. They'd trailed off somewhere, and after a prolonged search, Rye Cookie had found herself enjoying your company.

The subtle shows of affection, shy words exchanged between each other in hushed spaces.... lovingly intimate, private 'I love you's shared in the warm confines of your home...

"Rye Cookie?'

You gently embrace her from behind, though a lot of her hair seems to get in your way. She was only just preparing for another day of patrols, cleaning her two trusty guns.

You never liked her job... much too rough, far too violent for your meager tastes. You understood the source of her ragtag demeanor, though it looked a lot better on her. You could never survive the line of work.

"Stay safe out there."

You murmur, gently squeezing. She gently grabs one of your hands with one of her own. She grins widely, and suddenly everything's okay.

"As if these bandits have anythin' on me."

She swivels out of your hold, grabbing hold again when the two of you face each other directly. She then grabs your waist, pressing your bodies together, delivering a chaste kiss.

You're stunned for a moment, and she chuckles lowly. You rebuke with a shy smile, always the more timid of you both. You'd both learned things from each other.

Rye Cookie, ever the hands-on rag-tag soul, had simmered down. So she could embrace you without all the edges - without knicking you with her loudness.

You, too, had changed. Though still relatively reclusive, Rye Cookie had drawn out what little confidence you had. You certainly weren't a social butterfly, at least yet.

She draws away, touch lingering on your dough.

She silently grabs her guns, sending one last shyer smile your way.

"I'll be home by midnight, sweetheart!"

The door shuts close with a creak.

You're left as breathless as always.

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"Rye Cookie! How's your little bird doing?"

"As well as ever! Got a problem with it?"

"So timid, a wonder they haven't run off yet. Don't you prefer someone a bit more your style?"

"Well, I love 'em all the same! I think the shyness is a cute bonus!"

A/N: I love her for eel... I'm not sure if this is too short, but I mayyy make a part two cause I enjoy writing for the cowgirl <3...

[deerspherestudios]

Hey! I just recently met and went through the demo of "Mushroom Oasis", and I already have so many questions! I hope I won't be too intrusive. You may not answer some questions if the answers contain spoilers.

Questions about the game: 1.Will it be possible to choose the MC gender? Is it possible to choose the gender of the cat in the same way? It's just that when I started the game, I named the cat after my cat and it was a little funny to me when the pronoun of the cat was "she" when my cat is male.

Will we be able to choose some kind of "style" for the MC, according to the type of clothing, at the beginning of the game?

Questions about Michael:

Does he see the world like an ordinary person? I mean he has 2 pairs of eyes and 3 pairs of pupils. And it baffles me.

If the MC suddenly goes out alone and doesn't come back by midnight, will Mychael worry about the MC and will he go looking for the MC?

How does Mychael feel about piercings and tattoos? Does he know about it? If so, would he like a piercing/tattoo?

I wonder where Mychael gets things for the house. That is, I saw that he had a broom, thread and knitting needles. Where did he get them???

If Mychael saw me (I'm 164 cm tall and I have red hair), would he think I'm some kind of witch, because of the color of my hair, or something like that? How would he react if he saw me?

And sorry for the mistakes, I used google translator. English is not my native language :( I also want to say that I am your fan from Latvia (I don’t know why I’m saying this, I just want to please you with the fact that you have a fan from the Baltic countries)

Oop!! Ty for the questions!! Let me try and answer em under the cut, since it might end up as a pretty long post hahaha. But hi hello!!! I'm always happy to know where my fans come from, it's always a surprise for me to see people around the globe enjoy my silly little game ;v;

Questions about the game:

1. Will it be possible to choose the MC gender? Is it possible to choose the gender of the cat in the same way?

Being nonbinary, I just choose not to mention pronouns when writing for the game, so anyone can fit in their shoes. Unless it comes to a point where I have to use it, I'll probably code in a pronoun tool but for now it doesn't seem necessary! As for the cat, that's a good suggestion. Perhaps I'll try coding it in for the next update so the cat can be male or female, according to player preference!

2. Will we be able to choose some kind of "style" for the MC, according to the type of clothing, at the beginning of the game?

Probably not, as I'm not really good at setting that up in Ren'Py. I did make an MC design though! But what they look like is entirely up to you. I've drawn a POV shot of them wearing jeans and sneakers but that's about it. They can look however you like!

Questions about Mychael:

1. Does he see the world like an ordinary person?

He does! Trigger warning for unsettling iris images if you wanna look this up, but his bottom pair is kinda what people with polycoria has. Except it's normal for him, and not really a condition. His vision is normal, he just has lotsa peepers.

2. If the MC suddenly goes out alone and doesn't come back by midnight, will Mychael worry about the MC and will he go looking for the MC?

Yes? He didn't save you just to have you running off into danger again. He'd absolutely track you down and find you.

3. How does Mychael feel about piercings and tattoos? Does he know about it? If so, would he like a piercing/tattoo?

He knows about it, but not enough to really understand how it works! He finds it fascinating humans decorate their bodies with shiny beads and jewels, and turn their skin into tapestries for art. He'd probably assume you can take them off any time and that the tattoos are drawn onto the skin.

I don't imagine he'd want a piercing, but he'd probably try a tattoo! (Until he realizes it's ink going under the skin, in which case he might change his mind haha)

4. I wonder where Mychael gets things for the house. Where did he get them???

He has his ways ::-)

5. How would he react if he saw me?

He wouldn't be reacting much to how you look. You're not the first human he's seen! He's been around plenty of them, but you'd be one of the few he's interacted with the longest. And that's what makes you stand out more than anything else.

Phew that was a big ask!! But thank you for the interest :-D!! Hope everything's good in Latvia!

[maroonsmatt]

"ARE YOU A VIRGIN?" - matthew sturniolo

matthew sturniolo x fem!reader smut, fluff (?)

contains: virginity loss, f1ngering, explicit content (new to this so lmk if theres anything i should've put that was included)

not proof read

the sound of the tv in matts room overrides my thinking. today i'm a weird mood. matt is watching the tv as i endlessly scroll on my phone.

i get a notification from imessage. its my best friend, "em <3" its her talking about her recent hookup. as much as i love her, i cannot keep track of the men she fucks. i haven't even lost my virginity yet and i am 19. i look over at matt, his eyes fixated on the tv.

"are you a virgin?" i blurt out.

shit. why did i ask that?

he looks over at me, still processing what i had said because of how focused he was on the tv. "wha- oh? uhm.. no. why?"

"i don't know i'm sorr-"

"are you?" he asks, his eyes locked onto mine, making me feel somewhat intimidated.

"oh. yeah, i am" i didn't admit that i wanted to have sex with him, but we were dating for about 3 months. all we had done was made out. i practically yearned for it at this point. if i wanted to lose it to anybody, i would want it to be matt for sure. he makes me feel comfortable. he would. i know it.

"really?" he asks, sounded curious.

"mhm" i say with an awkward smile.

"do you want... to lose it?" he says, now touching my hair.

i hesitate. "um.. yeah."

"to who?"

he wanted me to say him. he knew i would say him. "i don't know..." how am i supposed to say that i want my clothes on his floor straight to his face?

"hm... would you want to lose it to me?" he asks.

"well...yes." i laugh.

"ok then..." he adjusts his position, now his face and hair and chains are dangling above me. i'm looking up at him, laying down. he knows how badly i want him. "why don't we? do you want to?"

i nod my head a little. "how many times have you done this before?"

"twice. now stop asking questions." he puts his lips onto mine, still above me, his arms balancing around me as if he's doing a push up. we start making out for god knows how long. as we kiss, he pulls me on his lap, in a straddle type of position.

we both pull back and i stare at him. he teases at the bottom of my tank top. i pull it off, and it messes up my hair a little. its okay. maybe thats hot to him. i am now in my lacy pink bra. he stares a little. then he gives me a little nod to unclasp it and take it off. as i am reaching for the clasp, which is taking me extra long for some reason right now. as i pull at it, matt asks if i'm nervous.

"a little."

"thats okay. its normal. i'll talk you throught it" how is he so normal and calm?

i finally get the bra off and it falls onto his lap. he picks it up and throws it away. he traces his hands up to my boobs. "tell me if you want me to stop" he says. i give a little hum of acknowledgment.

he gropes my boobs for a few seconds, then takes off his shirt.

"you're beautiful." he says looking at your eyes. i giggle a little bit. how am i supposed to act? he looks down at my shorts. "do you wanna?"

"oh..! oh yeah." i get up and take them off after zoning out for a second. all i have on now is lacey panties. he motions for me to sit on the bed and i do as so. i sit up with my back against the headboard and my ass halfway on the pillow. he sits in front of me. he pulls my panties off a little bit.

"do you ever do this to yourself?"

"yes." i say, slightly embarrassed to admitting that i masturbate.

"ok. you're not super tight. thats good." he smiles up at me. "ok i'm going one finger. tell me if anything hurts." and suddenly his finger is in there. i am already wet. his long finger is exploring and i squirm a little. "okay?"

"okay."

"good. think you can handle a second?" i nod. "okay, get ready." seconds later, theres two fingers in my clit. i let out a shaky breath.

"fuck" i whisper out of pleasure.

"does it feel good?"

"very.." i let out a soft moan.

"okay this might be a stretch-"

"yes, put the third one in. please." i cut him off. soon enough theres three fingers. i let out a moan. i squirm and bite down on my lip. "shit, matt." i throw my head back.

"i know. is it good?"

"yes.." i say as i moan again. we continue for another 2 minutes and then he pulls out, his fingers wet and my pussy soaked. i wonder if it's normal for someone to be that... wet. i look down at him, realizing how far back my head is.

"you did great." he says. he licks his fingers, smiling. "so... i don't really know if you'd like to actually... fuck...?" he says in a low and growly voice.

"um..."

"we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"n-no. i want to." he gives me an unsure look. "really."

"okay. i'll be super gentle. it's okay." he pulls my panties off my legs delicately, but throws it onto the floor. i am now completely bare. he gets up and goes into his drawer, pulling out a condom.

"oh that's fine, you don't need to."

he gives me strange look. "i am not getting you pregnant today."

"i'm on the pill." i laugh.

"oh. sorry," he puts it down. he pulls off his sweatpants, now only in his underwear. i can't tell if he's hard or has a giant dick. either way, it looks... big. "okay but listen. you seriously have to- have to be super quiet. my brothers are here."

"o-okay. i will." he nods and takes off his underwear and i guess i was right. he had a big dick. i accidentally put on a surprised face.

"you okay?"

"yeah but... are they normally that... b-big?"

"i think i am a little longer than usual." he chuckles. "you sure i'm not too big?" he says sarcastically.

"shut up." i joke. he crawls onto the bed. he flips me onto my back. "i think this way, it will feel easiest." i go into doggy position and he touches my entrance lightly. he slowly pushes it in.

"you okay" he asks, his dick barely in me. i mumble a small 'mhm'. he tries to push in more but he can't go in too much more. "okay, relax a little. it's ok." he pushes in a little more. i guess he can feel my nervousness because once again he talks to me. "hey, its okay. it'll feel good. i promise. don't be scared." i relax a little more. i trust him. he is able to push in a lot more. "good job angel." he rarely calls me nicknames. he finds them corny. he continues pushing and encouraging me until he is fully in. "that was great. now i'm gonna thrust very slowly. let me know if you need me to stop immediately."

he starts to pull out... and go back in. out... and in. i immediately let out a small closed-mouth moan. he goes a little faster. "i am going to continue going a little faster. tell me if i need to slow down"

he gradually starts thrusting a little quicker. i moan quietly again and again each time he pushes in. at one point he presses my stromach to feel how far in he is. "i'm pretty far in. is this okay" i moan out another 'mhm' for the 1000th time tonight. i start gripping the pillow. he goes faster and faster.

"i'm going pretty fast are you good??"

i let out a weak "yeah." i'm trying to be as quiet as i can but i think i am on the verge of an orgasm.

suddenly time felt like it slowed down and i felt a wave of pleasure, a rush. it felt amazing. i felt him fill me up as he slowed down. "fuuuck is that okay? i just cummed y/n." he says as he pulls out. i'm zoned out. that was unreal to me. except, i think i worried him by sitting down regularly. he worries and looks at my face and starts apologizing but i cut him off.

"that was fucking amazing." i smile. "i'm sweating."

"oh, thank god, you got me worried. you did great."

"thank you matt." i say. i couldn't have chosen a better person to lose it to. i look over to the side of the room.

my panties and bra lay together on the floor. my tank top and shorts on the other side of the room. for the first time ever.

tysm for reading! this is my first fanfic so pls leave suggestions and send requests :)

[basedonconjecture]

Six Song Soundtrack

I was tagged by @mythals-whore! Not me being so excited to do this and then agonizing about it for days instead 💀

I’m also tagging @thedissonantverses, @rat-spit-village, @introvertedfangrl, @complikatedd, @mercars-musings, and anyone else who wants to and hasn’t been tagged :)

Rules: make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

These are in no particular order bc I can’t be arsed to figure out priority

1. Notre Dame - Paris Paloma

I rarely go down there / the view's just so beautiful from here / and I can see everybody at their worst points / … / I'm not a higher power / I just live in the ceiling / cause I'm lonely on the fringes / and it gives my life some meaning in the exile / in my exile

This is like…almost too literal for Selora tbh. It’s mostly speaking to the disconnect between her and most people around her. And, at the same time, her version of running away usually involves finding the highest place to climb to (roofs, rafters, attics, etc.) because up is the last place anyone looks 👀

2. Scar Tissue - Moselle

hit hard and ask about the bruise / looks so out of place on a pretty girl like you / low bar but really what's the use / collect the reddest flags / to tie into a noose / … / it's like I'm running / after something / but it doesn't beat my pace / I don't think that it's a race / I think I'm in it for the chase / … / speak up they call it attitude / impress and it makes em' act a fool / praise the ways that you're breaking all their rules

This is probably the closest to her theme song (if someone else me was choosing lol she’d never be this honest even if it’s trueeeee) but it’s more true pre-Veilguard than after because she does grow a lot over the course of that. This is Opportunity era Selora for sure tho iykyk 🤷‍♀️ There’s also like a ton of lyrics in here I could have pulled for her to ahahahaahaha my poor bb.

3. Ready - Hael

ready, set, go / gas to the fire / push a little farther / jump a little higher / fast, not slow / watch me taking over / running right beside you /feel me moving closer / ready right now / paid my dues / standing in your shadow / give me all the power / something to devour / don't let yourself get jealous / it will kill you if you let it

If there existed a Karate Kid-style training montage of her from fledgling to, say, the night she took out the Antaam unit before everything went off the rails, this would be the song set over it. It also would for sure be on her workout playlist in a Modern AU. She’d also probably choose it as her theme song if she had the choice—but she does not :)

4. Take - The Rigs

hit the dirt / stand up and do the work / stealing the devil's purse / this is your lot / quench your thirst / you've got to get there first / no time to question worth / dreams can't be bought / … / heroes rise / legends were born to die / you'll live through the words they'll write

This song is most representative of like the little interior voice narrating her thoughts lol the rhythm of it too is very much like a marching cadence which I think is pretty indicative of how rote some of the things she tells herself really are. Like bbygirl barely even believes these things she says to herself to make any of it worth it but she keeps saying them 🥲

5. Will You Follow Me Into the Dark - Klergy

This one is less for the lyrics and more for the vibes. There’s a turn in Per Essere Veri currently planned for around the 75% mark (which I can say bc none of you know when or where that’ll be) that this track plays over in my brain. If you’ve been here awhile, you might have seen me also attribute this song to Sel & Viago. That remains true and the only clue I will give you <3

6. Picture You - Chappell Roan

Listen, the time between the almost kiss and the lock in was a rough time. That’s all I’ll say. White-knuckling her way through being v Normal and Totally Unaffected and wow the world is possibly ending and we’re spending that time yearning for someone unavailable? Embarrassinggggg. Will go to her grave with the secret of how she got through it djsjsjsjdha

[redwyverndht]

nitroleum[1] = "Haze Days"

"Wake up, you dumb lizard... You'll be late..."

Grabbing her tail, Elaine tried to knock Lynn off the bed, but the motion only seemed to entrench her further into the bed.

She let out a soft growl. "Come onnn... you know I already failed like three subjects already... I'll just study everything at the last minute and ace all the f... the finals..." Lynn completely fell asleep again, letting out loud snores across the room.

"Y'know, even if I wanted to go back to sleep, your snores wouldn't let me... So you leave me no other choice." Elaine muttered to herself, taking out her phone. She smirked, leaning into Lynn's scaly ear.

"Look, if you manage to make it on time and attend at least four hours worth of classes I'll... order you some pizza. Anchovies and all."

Lynn completely bolted awake, her nostrils flaring at the mention of food. Even when she tried to stop it, her tail would not stop thumping on the mattress. "For real?!", she bolted out.

"For real~" Elaine smiled.

Lynn went from excitement to nervousness. "Uh... But I don't even know what subject we're on! Are you sure it's going to-" Elaine cut her off by shoving a bunch of notebooks onto her face.

"My notes. Take em."

Lynn looked at her, then at the notebooks. They were full of small page finders, all neatly labeled with markers and washi tape. Looking back at her own notes, they were all completely disorganized, missing pages here and there, with her borderline incomprehensible handwriting.

"O- oh. Thanks... I guess."

"Don't mention it." Elaine smiled. "As long as it gets you to go to class again. Besides, they've already started admitting nonhumans! I've slowly seen more and more of them lately."

Looking at the side, Lynn remembered something. "Oh, right. That... Do you think I'll stand out as a freak the moment everyone sees me? It's just... I don't like how they look at me." She let out a sniffle. "S- sorry, I'm just a bit-"

Opening her eyes, she could feel a soft hand caressing her horns, the overwhelmingly soft sensation stopping her in her tracks.

"Where's the Lynn that would down three final assignments in one day? Where's that hopeless workaholic that would get the highest marks in class?" She looked at Elaine, rubbing the tears from her eyes. "Come on, don't stress out more. You're not harming anyone just by being you."

"...but what if they all hate me?"

"Then that's their goddamn problem, and they can get fucked." Elaine playfully replied. She stuffed her own notes into Lynn's bag and gave it to her.

"Now go out there. Show them."

/* AN: a little thing I'm working on! this time around im not really doing big fancy comics or videos, just small short slice of life stories that (may) turn into something bigger :3 also I need more down to earth fluff rn or I die */

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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Part 1 -Part 45 / Part 46 / Part 47 / Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50 / Part 51 /

Created: May 27th, 2024

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Ain’t it Funny-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: Peeta is the Baker's bastard Seam son. Katniss is the Miner's merchant daughter. This story is based on oh-wellau's Funny How it Goes. Starting after the end of Chapter 3. Birthday Surprises-Pikelet184 (ao3) Summary: Growing up, Katniss Everdeen’s birthday had always been her favorite day of the year, spending it with the people who meant the most to her and doing the things she loved. These days, though, it was nothing more than an aching reminder of the people she’d loved who’d then left her without so much as even a goodbye. First, her father. Then Peeta, whose sudden disappearance from her life when they were 17 cut almost as deep as her father’s death. But now Peeta’s back. And there are 6 years of history that they’ll need to overcome if there’s any hope for them. Children of Paradise-OfPearlsAndShoelaces (ao3) Summary: Stranded alone on a lush tropical island, young children Katniss and Peeta live a simple and fulfilling life together. As burgeoning teenagers, their once easy and carefree relationship blossoms into something much more. An Everlark retelling of "The Blue Lagoon." Cursed-OfPearlsAndShoelaces (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta end their Victory Tour with an encounter from a mysterious fortuneteller in the Capitol. When they wake the next morning, they're not quite... themselves. This is Everlark: freaky Friday style. Canon divergent AU. Destiny Is All (may the gods be ever in your favor)-oh_so_loverly (ao3) Summary: “Danes,” Peada gestures upstream, “A Dane-ship, sailing inland!” “Raiders?” one of the men asks. “Coastal scouts should have sent word.” “The fog?” another guesses. “Trading vessels,” Peersen scoffs. “No!” Peada insists. “They are high in the water!” Or, The Last Kingdom AU: Peeta and Katniss's Anglo-Saxon world is about to be turned upside-down by a Danish Viking invasion. Hope-papofglencoe (ao3) Summary: It took five, ten, fifteen years… It would have been easier to let go. But Peeta wanted them so badly.

Wild Flowers-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: Part of the This Would Have Happened Anyway Winter Challenge. Peeta and Katniss finally get a chance to talk openly on their way home after their first Games. Wreck & Ruin-JennaGill (ao3) Summary: “When I tell you….you'll look at me differently. You'll see me as wounded and I'm not. Not anymore. And I don't want you to think of me like that. I'd like you to see me as a friend.” Peeta Mellark has struggled with moving on from his childhood. Can he do it with peer counselor Katniss Everdeen? Modern AU. Rated E for language, adult content, emotional and physical child abuse, and disturbing violence toward a child.

In The Middle-papofglencoe (ao3)

Summary: The only mercy in all of this was that she hadn’t been outside to see it. Or to hear it. It was bad enough she was seeing him bleed, could see the tracks his tears had carved through his caked and clotted face paint. He was just thankful she didn’t know she was the reason why.

Mile High-papofglencoe (ao3)

Summary: When Katniss Everdeen boards Pan Em Flight 1213, the last thing she expects is to be flying a mile high with Peeta Mellark.

[honorary-fool]

for the pokemon team thing!! :3 i'll drop a couple characters because i cant decide on just one awawa

how aboutttt... argenti, sunday, and/or rappa? if u wanna do boothill too you can, i just figured theres a lot of talk about pokemon aus with him so i wanted to change it up a bit lolz

Oh hell yeah!!!

They're gonna be below the cut 'cus I'm putting my reasoning for the choices

and doing all 4 'cus I like these dorks :3

Argenti

Roserade because of roses :] & I think they're cool so he gets them hehe

Sirfetch’d, Mega Gallade are strictly for the knight vibes

Excavalier also has those vibes, & as a bonus, they're a bug type- I don't know if they count as a Swarm reference but... I like it either way

Aegislash is in the same boat, plus after Yunli's companion quest... extra amusing. Though this was before I did her quest

small Pumpkaboo 'cus they remind me of a Wubbaboo- both in his companion quest & regarding his dialogue about them, I thought it was fitting

Sunday

Corviknight is an immediate thought. Shiny, especially. I'm thinking mostly vibe-wise, but also shiny coloring matches him better and Rookidee kinda reminds me of the Charmony Dove a lil bit at least shape-wise.

Chatot is 'cus it reminds him of Robin (and kind of the Dominicus)

Indeedee's male variant is like a butler of sorts- not that I think he'd have one, but my thought is that it'd help him out so he'd be less likely to work himself into the ground. Considering he's with the Astral Express, that workload of the pokemon's lightened significantly, but they still try to help.

Dartrix is mostly vibes- prim and proper lil owl. However, certain entries' mention of its emphasis on its feathers' cleanliness also remind me of him? I'm all in agreement on the OCD headcanons, but imo his obsessions don't fall into the need for cleanliness- so it's not leaning into that for me. Just something about it- maybe a habit left over from when under The Family and needing to keep his appearance at its best nearly-constantly?

The remaining two, admittedly, are from another artist's rendition of a pokemon team for Sunday (chocoinsomniaa - twt)- this being the Mega Absol & Musharna. In my mind, Musharna has to do with the whole Dreamscape thing in Penacony. Absol maybe is used as a bad omen, like its dex entries? I like the aesthetic, at least.

Part of me considered a Murkrow, given..well, crows, and his father, but it doesn't feel right.

Boothill

Mudsdale is a no-brainer. Grew up on a farm, probably had at least one or two horses, and Clydesdales scream 'farm work horse' to me. Whether that's the norm or not... I don't remember, I haven't had my horse girl phase in like a decade /lh

Phantump ... So y'know how their origin is deceased childrens' spirits possessing tree stumps? ... Next question-

Brambleghast because tumbleweeds...

Mega Aggron is inspiration from another artist's rendition (Boke_Aho_Nara - twt)

Houndoom looks like a doberman. They get a bad rep for being 'aggressive' and intimidating, but actually have wonderful temperaments. Sound familiar? (/lh) ; bonus points, red and black and silver color scheme. Li'l guy's intimidating at a glance but when you try to give 'em a treat he'll just gently nibble it from your palm and lick you afterwards.

For the last slot, I'm torn between Perrserker and Lucario. Perrserker's fitting 'cus of the Sword dex entry with the thrill of battle- and also funky-ass cat with sharp teeth like their trainer. The dagger-like claws could be handy. Lucario, on the other hand, can sense the auras of things a good while away, which would be useful for tracking down his bounties, with a bonus point for only trusting trainers that "have justice in their hearts" (Shield dex entry). I'm going with Perrserker actually, now that I think about it- you'll see why in a second :3

bonus- I'd like to think he had a Wooloo growing up!

bonus pt2- kid Boothill team 'cus I was thinking about the Wooloo bit too hard /lh

Wooloo, Mudbray, Skiddo- farm animals

Aron- same art as above

Eevee- purely vibes. the mental image is cute :D

Herdier- it's in the name, herding. Helps with the livestock

Rappa

Hers is tricky- out of everyone in this rn, she's the only one I haven't had pre-written ideas for, so fuck it we ball!!!!

Grafaiai's an immediate go-to. The vibes are perfect.

Greninja & Ninjask 'cus... Well. Ninjas.

[Mega] Lucario could be cool- they only trust trainers with justice in their hearts, which she most likely has, based on her introduction ("Through rigorous self-discipline, she roams the stars, upholding justice and righteousness").

Toxicroak's also been noted as supposedly having ninja vibes to people, so they're getting tossed in too.

Type:Null...hear me out. She was raised/brought up in a lab. Type:Null is an artificial pokemon that was also made/brought up in a lab. When she escaped, so did they.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey, so, I was reading your request rules n stuff and I do have an idea but I'm not sure if it'd be considered a character (and therefore I'd have to commission it) or not.

I made some TADC oc concept art before e2 came out, one of which was a scalie, and happens to look Incredibly like Gummigoo. (Og concept was gator XD ... then salmon ish then a spinosaurous) and after e2 I kinda decided to scrap em? Or well, that was the idea but then I was thinking. If I kept them, and they joined the circus, how would Pomni react? Because of how similar they look to gummigoo (rip)

Essentially I want to ask if this (Pomni meeting/reacting to seeing reader, who looks like Gummigoo. Platonic. Between Pomni and reader, at least. idrc if it's Pomni x gummigoo or just platonic) is something you'd be down to write and if it'd be something I'd have to commission or if it's something you would/could queue.

And if I'd have to commission it; if you're commissions are open right now, and what are your prices n stuff?

Thanks so much for reading, I wasn't sure where to ask so I hope it's chill I sent it as an ask. (^‿‿^) I hope you're having a good day/night! <3

Pomni x reader who looks like gummigoo

Helio hello!! Sorry for taking so long to get to this, I got side tracked and queue stuff doesnt make things move all that fast <\3 .. I dont think this goes against the oc thing at least not totally since it's still very vague and can be applied to general stuff!! To answer the comm stuff, I do intend on allowing ocs for comms and raffles however neither are currently an option <\3

Notes: platonic post, wasnt sure if you wanted the reader to be a NPC or circus member so I decides to default on circus member!, takes place post episode 2, reader joins after gummigoo gets poofed

CWs: grief

she has a lot of mixed feelings, honestly even if this werent a platonic post i dont think she would be comfortable starting romantic with you given the circumstances... so good thing this isnt a romantic post!

i can see her avoiding you in the beginning for a long while, she doesnt hate you and she feels horrible if you think she does

you didnt know gummigoo so someone is going to have to fill you in so you understand why pomni is so distant with you and seems to shut herself off when you enter the room

you might be able to coax her to talk about it with enough time and patience, you get to learn a little bit about gummigoo... at least as much as pomni got to know in the short time she knew him

opens up about some guilt shes been harboring for bringing him to the main grounds, she appreciates that you try to tell her that she couldnt have known... but it seems to fall on deaf ears, at least the first few times you tell her

she doesnt look at you all that much when talking to you, her eyes are always darting around or fixed downwards

time is your best friend here, theres a lot of guilt here and a lot of hopelessness in the situation

[sequinsmile-x]

Our Great Divide - Chapter 2: Eyes Leak Acid Rain

It's what they'd hoped would happen for years. For a decade it's what they would talk about late at night whilst snuggled up in bed together, quiet voices whispering about a life where Jack and Haley came back, where Jack could meet his siblings and their family would finally feel complete. Now it was finally happening, Emily had a pit in her stomach. A heavy weight made of fear and guilt as she worried that this could actually be the thing that tore them apart.

A Foyet Arc AU

-x-

Hi friends!

Thank you SO much for the response to chapter 1, I'm really blown away by it!!

Please let me know what you think of Chapter 2 <3

-x-

Warnings: Full list of warnings can be found on the Master List

Words: 4.1k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She goes home immediately. She asks Penelope to tell the others, shaking off Tara’s and Luke’s attempts to see what was wrong as she left so abruptly when the working day had barely started. It was something she hadn’t done since Scratch had tried to tear her family apart a couple of years ago, the rat-faced bastard's plan stopped in its tracks by his inability to understand just how far they’d go to protect each other. 

She makes it home less than two hours after she left, the world feeling so different to how it had when she’d woken up that morning. Whilst Foyet had gone quiet, he’d still hung over their family like a phantom. Hidden in every shadow, always just one step behind them, his hand stretched out to attack at any given moment as they strove to move forward with their lives. She sighs as she turns off her car engine, her hands tight on the steering wheel as she looks at their house, the place where she’d finally found a home after looking for one her entire life. She sees the curtains in the living room twitch, her husband’s face flashing in the window before it disappears, and she blows out a shaky breath as she climbs out of the car. She locks it in tandem with the front door opening, Aaron’s concern clear as he steps out onto the porch, looking beautifully domestic in a polo shirt and jeans like he wears most days now. 

“Em? Sweetheart?” He asks, taking the stairs down from the porch two at a time, his eyes wide as he looks her up and down, “Is everything okay? What are you doing home?” 

“I’m okay,” she assures him, reaching for his hand and squeezing gently, “Are the kids at school?” 

He nods, his eyes still searching hers, “Yeah, I just got back from dropping Stella at kindergarten,” he says, his fingers trailing over her cheek, “Emily,” he says, more determined now he was sure she wasn’t hurt, “What is going on?” 

“Let’s go inside,” she says, squeezing his hand again, leaning in to kiss his cheek, her heart beating so hard in her chest that she’s sure he must be able to hear it, “I’ll explain everything.” 

He nods and she encourages him towards the house, her hand still tight around his. He willingly follows her, just like he would anywhere. He watches as she steps into the house in front of him, her eyes fixed on a picture of Jack for just long enough that the concern that had sparked in his gut the moment he saw her car pull into the driveway comes back to life. 

“Em.” 

She clears her throat, pulled from her thoughts as she turns to look at him, reaching for his hand again as she leads him to the living room, “We should sit down,” she says, taking a seat on the couch, encouraging him to join her. He stands firm, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at her, “Aaron-”

“What is going on?” He demands, his concern turning into frustration. Anger had always been the easiest emotion for him to feel having grown up in a home where it permeated the walls, a type of black mould that had made its way into his lungs and was still there all these years later, no matter what he did. 

Emily swallows thickly, giving herself a second, one final moment of their life as it always had been before it changed forever, “Foyet is dead.” 

He stares at her, unable to process what she’d said as if she’d accidentally slipped into French or Spanish like she often did if she was exhausted. It was something that happened in every one of her labours, her whispers that she couldn’t do it in the final stages slipping into languages he didn’t understand. It had worried him when she had Hugo, guilt that he couldn’t help that had turned into determination to learn something that could help her when she had Leo and then Stella. Poorly pronounced reassurances that she could do it, that she was doing it, in words that felt heavy and strange on his tongue. She’d looked at him with such adoration, her pain suddenly an afterthought for a moment as she realised what he’d done for her. 

He swallows thickly, his brows furrowed as he looks at her, “He’s…”

She nods, her chest tight as he sits down, the couch sagging with the dead weight of him as she reaches over and grabs his hand, sandwiching it between both of hers, her thumb tracing back and forth on the heel of it, “Pen’s system flagged up his name.” 

He clenches his jaw, his muscles rippling under his skin the closest thing to a response as he continues to stare right ahead, his voice ragged when he finally finds it, “What happened?” 

She swallows thickly as she thinks about the details Penelope had given her, desperate to hold back her emotions for now. His were more important, it was his son who this affected. His ex-wife. The life he’d had before her. 

“He had internal bleeding because of his stab wounds,” she says as evenly as she can, “Just like…”

“Just like what happened to me,” he finishes for her when she trails off, his fingers finally linking through hers. 

“Yeah,” she nods, her lips pressed together, “Just like what happened to you.” It was still hard to think about even now. She’d been pregnant with Leo at the time and the phone call she’d received that he’d collapsed at the grocery store was one she knew she’d never forget. Just like she’d never forget the doctor telling her, as she stood there with Hugo sitting on her hip and Leo rolling in her belly, that if he’d collapsed at home it would have been too late to save him by the time she’d finished work for the day. “Only he stroked out during the surgery that was meant to save his life.” 

He laughs, although he doesn’t mean to, the absurdity of the situation settling into his chest. The thought that he’d survived something that the man who had tried to ruin his life hadn’t almost too much to bear. 

“Sorry,” he says, clearing his throat, a strange sense of guilt for laughing over the death of a man, even if that man was George Foyet, churning in his gut. “That was…sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologise for, baby,” she says, scooting closer, one of her hands on his cheek as she makes him look at her, “That man was…” She blows out a breath and shakes her head, leaning forward so her forehead rests against his cheek, “You have nothing to apologise for,” she closes her eyes, takes a moment to breathe him in, “There’s something else.” She says, and he laughs again, the sound hollow as it slips past his lips, “It happened over 7 years ago.” 

He frowns and pulls back to look at her, “What?” 

“He had the stroke during surgery over 7 years ago,” she repeats, her tongue peeking out to wet her lower lip, “He’s been in an assisted care facility ever since. He died yesterday when he had another stroke.” 

He can’t do anything other than stare at her as it all slips into place, why Foyet had gone quiet. Why he hadn’t come back to do anything once he found out Emily and Aaron had a family. It sucks the air out of his chest, the reality that he’d been living looking over his shoulder for no reason for years, that so many of the years Jack had been gone were unnecessary. 

Emily feels like her chest is hollowed out as she watches him collapse in on himself, his shoulders slumping as he gets physically smaller in front of her. She shifts so she’s on her knees on the couch so she can hug his head to her chest, her arms tight around him as she kisses his hairline, “I’ve got you, baby,” she says, kissing him again, “I’ve got you.” 

“How did no one know?” He asks, his jaw tight as he pulls back, fury she knows isn’t aimed at her shining in his eyes, “How was it never…”

She wipes her fingers over his cheeks, pushing away the tears neither of them will acknowledge beyond that, “It was a state facility. They barely had the funding to do patient care let alone background checks on bed-bound patients.” 

He sucks in a breath and shakes his head, “He’s dead?” He asks, still not sure he believed it, if he ever truly would if he didn’t see it with his own eyes. 

“He’s dead,” she repeats back to him, pressing her lips against his hand as she raises it to her lips, “I pulled some strings. The coroner is happy for us to go see him. If you want to.” 

He can’t help but smile at the fact that she knows him so well, that she’d organised it before she’d even told him, “Yeah. I think I need to.” 

She smiles tightly at him, her lips pressed together, “We can go now if you want.” 

He pulls her close, his arms tight around her, “In a minute. I just need…in a minute.” 

She nods and holds him close, letting him sink into her embrace, “We can stay here as long as you want.” 

“We’re going to get my son back, Em.” 

She blows out a breath, her chest aching with emotions she couldn’t name at the mix of joy and devastation in his voice, the time that had passed since he’d last seen his little boy as vast as it had ever been. “Yeah,” she says, kissing the top of his head again, “We’re going to get him back.” 

___

He was shorter than she remembered him being. 

It’s all Emily had been able to think about since they’d gone to the coroners, the memory of Foyet’s body lying on the metal slab flashing up every time she’d closed her eyes. He was smaller than she’d remembered, something she was sure was magnified by him being bed-bound for years but it had still taken her aback. She’d built him up in her head, made him this big bad who was after her family and who had broken her husband’s heart by forcing him to send his son away, but he was just a man. A pathetic, small man who was now dead and gone. 

The coroner had told them that his body was unclaimed, that he’d be cremated and stored until such a time someone did claim him. It was something that had brought her a strange sense of satisfaction, that he’d be forgotten, that he’d disappear into nothingness and she and Aaron would get to live their lives free of him. She knew Aaron felt the same. He’d admitted it to her that night, Leo fast asleep and tucked between them as he whispered the confession in the darkness of their bedroom, an edge of shame to his voice that she’d chastised him for because he had nothing to feel bad about. 

She wouldn’t let Foyet crawl into his brain like that, wouldn’t let him take away the fact he was a good man. Not when he’d taken so much already. 

“Mommy?” 

She turns to look at Hugo and forces a smile as her eyes meet the 7-year-old’s. He was a mini version of Aaron except for his eyes, he had her darker ones, right down to his facial expressions. It was something she’d hung onto when he was tiny and the threat of Foyet felt so real, his scowls as a newborn something that never failed to bring her joy, especially when, at the time, she was sure he’d be her only chance at being a mother. 

“Hey sweet boy,” she says, encouraging him closer, opening her arms for him to join her on the couch, “You okay?” 

He walks over, a wide smile on his face as he settles on the couch next to her, “Where are you and Daddy going?” 

She smiles as she tugs him closer, needing the comfort he’d brought her since the first time she held him.

“We’re going to see old friends of Daddy’s,” she says, the lie bitter as she chokes on it. They were going to see Haley and Jack, who, according to their handlers, were on their way back to DC. They’d decided it was best to meet them at Quantico, on ground that was as neutral as they could make it given the circumstances. She was anxious in a way she didn’t entirely understand. It's what they'd hoped would happen for years. For close to a decade it's what they would talk about late at night whilst snuggled up in bed together, quiet voices whispering about a life where Jack and Haley came back, where Jack could meet his siblings and their family would finally feel complete. Now it was finally happening, Emily had a pit in her stomach. A heavy weight made of fear and guilt as she worried that this could actually be the thing that tore them apart.

“Can I come?” He asks enthusiastically, and she shakes her head stamping a kiss to his hairline. 

“No, baby. You’re going to stay here and help Aunt Tara look after Leo and Stella,” she says, leaning in to whisper as if it was a conspiracy, knowing her son was always keen to help, “You know she needs all the help she can get.” 

“I heard that.” 

Emily smiles as she turns to look at her friend, chuckling at the look on her face as she kisses Hugo one more time before she stands up, “Good. I meant you to.” 

Tara shakes her head as she leans against the doorframe, following Emily out as they step into the hallway, “It would be fine if I wasn’t essentially like babysitting three smaller versions of you,” she says, her smile teasing, “I never have these problems with Henry and Michael.” 

Emily laughs, the feeling sharp and raw as it tears through her throat, “Well, two of them look exactly like Aaron,” she says, “They had to get something from me.” 

“You did save having your own clone to last,” Tara says, nodding towards a picture of Emily and Stella hanging on the wall, their matching smiles wide and bright. Emily hums, grateful for the moment of normality as it fades. Tara reaches out for her, her hand on her arm, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she replies, not sure if she’s lying or not, “I’m okay. It’s just…a lot.” 

“If you ever want to talk-”

“Here is one princess excited for an afternoon with her Aunt Tara,” Aaron says, joining them in the hallway with Stella on his hip. In the few days since Foyet’s death, neither Emily nor Aaron could escape the thought that she was close to the same age Jack had been when they’d last seen him. He was a teenager now, just past his 14th birthday, and the thought of missing that much of Hugo, Leo or Stella’s life made her ache.  

Stella smiles widely in her father’s arms and reaches out for Tara. “Ra-Ra!” She says, the nickname she’d assigned her when she was too small to pronounce her name something that had stuck. 

“Come here,” Tara says, rolling her eyes at the flash of delight in Emily’s eyes at her acceptance of being called Ra-Ra, “We’re going to have some fun, huh?”

“So much!” Stella says, her hands tight in Tara’s shirt. 

“Say goodbye to Mommy and Daddy,” Tara says, waving alongside the little girl at Emily and Aaron. Emily leans in to kiss Stella’s cheek, doing it again when she giggles. 

“See you later, sweet girl,” she says before she turns her attention to Tara, “You’ll be okay?” 

She rolls her eyes, “We’ll be fine,” there’s a crash from the next room, followed by twin giggles from Hugo and Leo and Tara sighs, “We’ll mostly be fine,” she corrects, smiling softly at her, “You two go. I’ve got things here.” 

Emily smiles and reaches for Aaron’s hand, squeezing it gently before they head out to the porch, shouting their love and goodbyes to their children over their shoulders before they close the door. They get into his car, an unspoken agreement that he’d drive, that he needed to control something hanging between them, and she reaches for his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“You ready?” 

It feels like a stupid question, but it’s the only thing she can ask. He answers with a smile, leaning across the centre console to kiss her, only pulling back just enough to speak, “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he kisses her again, “You’ll be there the whole time?”

She nods, squeezing his hand, hoping he feels the love she has for him passing from her skin to his, “I won’t leave your side for a second.”  

___

September 2012

They sit in awkward silence, Emily’s confession hanging in the air of the conference room around them, her hand on her small bump, hidden by her baggy sweater, under the table. 

“You’re pregnant?” Penelope asks, the joy sparking in her eyes mixed with concern she’s doing a bad job of covering up, “But I thought…”

Emily smiles tightly and rests her hand on Aaron’s knee, grateful when he immediately squeezes her hand back, “We weren’t intending on this happening,” she says, her lips pressed together, the word mistake something she would never accept when talking about her baby, “But it did and we’re doing this.” 

“Congratulations, Em,” JJ says, smiling softly at her, “You’re going to be a good mom.” 

The compliment eases something in her chest and she smiles, “Thank you.” 

“How far along are you?” Spencer asks, his eyebrows pinched together curiously, “Because I did notice…” he trails off when Aaron and Emily both glare at him and he clears his throat, “Sorry.” 

“I’m 18 weeks along,” she says, “It’s why we told you now. It’s getting harder to hide.” 

Derek laughs bitterly, “Why are we all acting like this is okay? Like this won’t bring Foyet back into our lives?” He shakes his head and stands up, scoffing as he glares at Aaron who stands too, protective as he puts himself between her and Derek, “Do you have any idea how much danger you’ve put her in?” 

The anger that had been simmering in her gut for weeks, getting hotter every time she was made to feel like she couldn’t be happy about this, comes to a boil. She stands between Aaron and Derek, her expression stern as she points at her friend, jabbing her finger into his chest.

“Hey, he hasn’t done anything,” she says through her teeth as she points between herself and her husband, “We made a baby together. And even though it wasn’t planned we’re doing this,” she looks at her friends. She imagines a world where they’d be able to be completely happy for her and share in her happiness that she was having a baby with the man she loves. Instead, they look at her with varying degrees of concern and half-baked joy. Every one of them fracturing the delicate hope she was allowing herself that everything would somehow work out, and it breaks her heart, “You don’t have to understand it, but you do have to get used to it.” 

She turns away, heading out of the conference room before anyone can say anything else, before they can take any more of the shine off this for her. She barely has a second alone before she hears footsteps behind her. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs as she turns.

“Aaron, honey I just…” she trails off when she sees Dave standing behind her, a sympathetic expression she hates on his face as he steps towards her, “Oh, not Aaron.”

“Definitely not,” he says, speaking for the first time since she’d broken the news of her pregnancy, “People don’t often confuse us.” 

She laughs humourlessly, “It’s a shame really you are both very…smart,” she says, her real smile flashing across her face when she edges around calling him handsome. He smiles too, but she sees it fade. She sighs, knowing him well enough to understand where this was going, “Dave-”

“We can get you into hiding. Clyde would help if you called-”

“No,” she cuts him off, shaking her head, her teeth clenched so tightly she thinks her jaw might shatter, every part of her feeling as fragile as it ever had, “We both know he won’t go anywhere and I’m not leaving him.” 

Dave sighs, reaching out to place his hand on her shoulder, “Bella-”

“I said no,” she says, yelling this time, her eyes drifting shut as she blows out a shaky breath, “I have spent so much of my life pretending to be something, someone, I’m not. When I was growing up. When I was with Ian. In Paris…” she shakes her head and clears her throat, “I am not doing that again. Not when I’m about to be someone’s mom. I am going to raise my kid. Emily Prentiss. Not under whatever name someone in an office somewhere comes up with.” 

He huffs out a breath, his eyes drifting down to where her hand is resting on her bump, “I just don’t want you to be in any danger. We buried you once. That was enough for a lifetime.” 

She closes her eyes and turns her head just long enough to wipe tears from her cheeks before she looks back at him, pulling him into a hug that he gratefully returns, “I’m tougher than I look.” 

He laughs and squeezes her harder before he lets go, “That might be the understatement of the century.” 

“And…I can have this,” she says, coming the closest to talking about Rome with him since Matthew died, “I’m not a kid faced with the idea of having a kid myself anymore. I’m married to the love of my life. In any other circumstance…” she shakes her head, “I’m doing this.” 

Dave smiles, “If it helps, I’m happy for you,” his smile gets wider as she looks up at him, “I am. You both deserve this,” he says, watching her as her eyes shift to the conference room full of their friends, “Don’t worry about them. As soon as they meet a baby that is half you, half Aaron they’ll forget all the reasons they were worried,” he says, winking at her, “You’re annoyingly charming so I imagine your kid will be too.” 

She laughs and nods, wiping a tear from her cheek, “Thanks. I think.” 

The conference room door opens again and Aaron steps out, his eyebrows knitting together, “Are you okay sweetheart?” 

She nods as he walks over, his arm around her waist as he rests his hand on her bump, “I’m okay,” she says, resting her hand over his, “Can we go home?” 

“Of course,” he says, looking at Dave who is smiling at them both, “Can you-”

“I’ll hold the fort here,” he says, “You two get going,” he focuses on Aaron, “Look after her.” 

Emily rolls her eyes, but Aaron nods, holding her closer, “I always do.” 

She sighs as he leads her to the elevators, resting her head on his shoulder as they wait, “That went about as well as I thought it would.”

He kisses her forehead, “They know now. That’s what’s important,” he kisses her forehead again as he leads her into the elevator, “And at least Dave’s on our side.” 

She chuckles, “If I didn’t know any better I’d assume Nonno Dave had snuck into our house and replaced my birth control with candies,” she says, smiling when Aaron laughs too, “He didn’t even seem that surprised.” 

“Dave knows all,” he says, winking at her as they step out into the parking lot. He stops her, his hand around hers, “Everything will be okay, Em,” he assures her, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you.” 

She smiles and leans in to kiss him, “I know,” she says, her hand on his cheek, “I won’t let anything happen to you either.” 

She knew that they were being naive, that life had rarely been kind to either of them, but she had to believe that together they could make it through anything. 

[heavy-metal-lover-girl]

🦇 the matthew patel playlist: a song-by-song breakdown

youtube music version (i usually use youtube instead of spotify)

hello matthew patel nation. how we feelin. since i'm incapable of liking this man normally, i made an in-depth playlist for him!

i've had a great time making playlists using the character playlist challenge by elijah menchaca. my choices follow the list and three rules included in the challenge: 1) one song per artist only, 2) one song per aspect/trait/relationship, and 3) eight songs minimum. i highly recommend it if you want to make in-depth and polished playlists for your favorite characters and ocs while also avoiding anything cliche.

my infodump/breakdown on this playlist (plus a Bonus playlist) can be found below the cut!

this playlist has a mix of songs that could be considered period accurate (pre-early/mid 2000s) and songs that aren't. but also we're talking about the scott pilgrim franchise so it's really not that serious.

my goal was to make a playlist that both fit his character/backstory and what i think he'd listen to, and i think i succeeded. all of my choices are based on a combo of each main depiction of matthew - in the comics, movie, and anime. this tracklist can apply to each one. this tracklist is also a combination of songs i've seen in other matthew playlists + songs i've picked out myself.

here are my choices for matthew's playlist + my reasoning:

1. their theme song: matthew patel by anamanaguchi and joseph trapanese

it's his theme song from spto! pretty self-explanatory. i love his silly lil leitmotif <3

2. how they view themselves: the ripper by the used

time takes us all so why am i not just living for today? time takes us time takes us all will i die right now? i'm only seconds away time takes us

this is one of the first songs in this playlist that has abstract lyrics. sure, matthew is not an actual mass murderer, but it's clear that he views himself in a similar edgy light. that's the kind of image he wants to portray. plus, i think the decisions he makes in canon have a reckless attitude of "fuck this, i have nothing to lose." that's what this track sounds like.

3. how they view the rest of the world: toxicity by system of a down

you, what do you own the world? how do you own disorder, disorder? now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep disorder, disorder, disorder

here's another track with abstract lyrics. the lyrics of toxicity are cryptic to the point where there are probably a ton of different interpretations of what they could mean. in matthew's case, he would agree with the song's general critique of modern society, even if he might not 100% understand what's going on (both with the song and the world in general). with everything he's gone through, he's definitely wondered how he could own disorder.

4. a song about their relationship with another character: black bubblegum by the dillinger escape plan

i had gotten frozen by the way you walk by the love that you gave, by that look on your face it's a cover-up i know everything, i know everything you're made for four-letter fame regret is part of your name it's something you couldn't tell it's what you wanted to feel it's what you're dying to feel

the sound of this track fits matthew to a t, especially with greg puciato's vocal delivery. dillinger esc plan's lyrics have a similar cryptic quality to them, but the lyrics to black bubblegum are clearer compared to their other tracks. they fit matthew's relationship with and disillusion/disdain towards ramona. plus, there's the underlying yearning and obsession if you squint. it's really fun imagining matthew loving this track and getting jumpscared when he looks into the rest of dillinger's catalogue. <3

5. a song about what they want: give 'em hell, kid by my chemical romance

if you were here, i'd never have a fear so go on, live your life but i miss you more than i did yesterday (you're beautiful!)

come on. i HAD to put an mcr track in this playlist. i think matthew would connect with the three cheers era the most. the edgy hopeless romantic in him definitely self-projects onto the story of the demolition lovers. i'm saying this bc i've done that too as a big mcr fan. in general, give 'em hell, kid describes how he yearns for a life larger than what he has with someone that he loves, whether that's ramona or someone else. (matthew self-shippers unite!!)

6. a song about what’s important to them: funky galileo by sure sure

and i've been feeling so pent up like an ocean in a bathtub nobody seems to understand they're calling me an evil man when all i wanna do is dance

compared to the other songs in this playlist, this feels a little more unorthodox. but i have my reasons for it. this track has an awkward funk to it, and i mean that in a good way. yes, the song is literally about galileo and is written in his perspective, but matthew definitely has the same attitude as the lyrics. sure sure describes the first verse in this way: "everybody is giving him shit for his ideas, but he figures he’ll simply keep grooving in isolation til he dies." behind all the goofy shit that matthew does, there's a desire to prove everyone wrong and keep going.

7. a song about what they hate: glass: half-empty by hail the sun

fuck this anyway do i have to learn to live craving more than i'm given? fuck it all anyway i will never be appeased i don't know what's wrong with me i will never be appeased

if hail the sun existed in 2004, matthew would love them. i think he would view their combination of math rock and emo as mindblowing. in canon, we don't get an in-depth view of his insecurities, but i think they sound exactly like this track.

8. their Ass-Kicking Song™: bollywood by anamanaguchi

another one of his canon theme songs, this time from the sp video game.

9. a song about an event in their life: von dutch by charli xcx

it's so obvious i'm your number one i'm your number one, i'm your number one i'm your number one, yeah, it's so obvious i'm your number one, i'm your number one i'm your number one, yeah, it's so obvious

look!! it's right there!! he's literally number one! von dutch gives me the same vibes as his boost in confidence after taking gideon's place in the anime, but it could also apply to his confidence in general. matthew switches between dwelling on his shortcomings and feeling like the hottest shit in the world like whiplash.

also, the people have spoken. he would listen to it. idk i just think he would love charli. real recognizes real.

10. their “origins” song: down, set, go by underoath

i'm a half-wit boy cracking a smile and wearing it all on my sleeve so cool and so poised it's true, i'm just around to see where this thing goes, i'll never know but all i know is packing bags is a remedy, is a remedy

system of a down and underoath are probably the heaviest bands that matthew has ever listened to. he hasn't gone into the deep end yet, so this is the most that he could take. the lyrics align with the naivete and angst he experienced when he dated ramona and got dumped, especially with the callout at the end repeating, "you're not here with me! you're not here with me!"

he took it pretty badly.

11. their end credits song: out in the twilight by tally hall

stone & glass, everything balancing every saint has a sin won't it last? resident present i don't even want to ask all the light is low where the time will go all i know is that i can see anything out in the twilight

according to bryan lee o'malley, none of the evil exes died. after getting defeated by scott, they each respawn back at their homes and "(learn) their lesson." we never see what this looks like. the closest thing we get to that is seeing what becomes of them in spto, and even then, that's a completely different timeline of events. either way, whether we're talking about comic/movie matthew or series matthew, he puts his past behind in some way or another. scott pilgrim has different portrayals of the gray area between what is good and evil, since no character is a saint. out in the twilight speaks to this theme while also talking about the importance of acknowledging the past and letting it go. in comparison to the other characters, matthew did not commit the worst sins at all. he has the ability to redeem himself from the immature decisions he made and learn from them. i think that no matter what iteration of the story we're talking about, matthew can get over ramona and move on with his life. we saw him do exactly that in spto.

also i just know that matthew loves tally hall. it's peak theater kid music to me.

p.s. there are a lot of tracks that were contenders for his character playlist that didn't make the cut. i've also just found a lot of songs that i think he would listen to in general. the playlist below is where i've dumped them. suggestions are welcome! send them to me

youtube music version

to anyone who got this far: thank u so much for listening to my rambling about this goober!! i appreciate it and i hope u did too 🎉