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free-slutt · 7 months ago

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𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 | 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3

summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.

warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like “doll, babygirl” squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!

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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.

many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.

in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.

i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.

i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.

after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574’s. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.

i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.

as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.

i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i can’t help but check him out and oh my goodness he’s more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.

he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.

“hey there” he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand

i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me

"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.

“hi, i’m y/n” i take his hand shaking it lightly

"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.

so demanding already.

“so tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but what’s the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?” he asked curiously.

“well, i moved here to cali so it’ll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any sense” you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.

“no need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure you’ll do a great job” i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.

he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently “come on let’s get started”.

we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.

“do an extended puppy pose for me” i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what he’s doing so i decide to play along as well.

as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i can’t help but silently giggle to myself.

“am i doing this good enough nicholas?? how’s my arch looking” he chuckles at my words a little.

“oh you’re doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help here” he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.

“just like that?” I question.

“just like that, good girl” those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.

“what’s the matter sweetie?” he questioned.

i shake my head not responding to him “can we just do the next exercise?” i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.

“let’s do some leg spreads i’ll help and guide you”.

i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.

“let’s start of slow sweetie i don’t want to hurt you”.

after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and can’t help but notice something.

he chuckled “someone’s excited?”.

“what?” i ask not getting exactly what he’s talking about.

he spreads my leg a little further back.

“you’re so wet you’ve leaked through your panties it’s all on those leggings of yours”.

“i-im so sorry i-“ he cut me off.

“don’t worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagine” he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.

after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.

he pulls my panties to the side.

grabbing my mouth harshly “open and spit”.

i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.

he laughed and smiled “think you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?”.

he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.

the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasn’t touched a woman in a very long time he’s eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally.

“mmm you’re so fucking wet, you’ve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? it’s only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with you”.

i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didn’t want him to stop.

“oh im gonna come” i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy “please dont stop nicholas”.

“such a fucking good girl” he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.

“oh shit baby, look at you fuck” he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.

“please” he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.

“come on take this off” he removes my shirt and bra taking off what’s rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.

he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.

“come on baby get on your knees let’s see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. that’s pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than that”.

i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.

“now this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty you’ll love it” he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.

“oh come on” he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.

“told you you couldn’t take it”

“mmm stop let me do it” i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.

i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off what’s left that i couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“mm fuck”

“just like that baby”

“such a good fucking girl for me”

i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure he’s hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.

he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.

i feel him twitch again which means he’s super close this time he didn’t let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.

“swallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for me”

oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder what’s going to happen next time.

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#nicholas alexander chavez x reader #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez smut #nicholas chavez x reader

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rooksamoris · 11 months ago

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💞 — 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒.

💞 — in which professor divus crewel is down bad for his spouse.

💞 — divus crewel x reader

💞 — warnings: none really, just fluff and ace and deuce being ace and deuce.

💞 — around 700 words!! not very long, but yk it came to me when i should have been writing my essay (due tomorrow) since that card came out. ive been hella offline, my cousin had a malwi (yemeni bridal party) yesterday, and the wedding is tomorrow, and my other cousin is in the process of having engagement parties all throughout july--hope you enjoy!

“No way you get bitches,”

“What was that, Trappola?” Crewel shot a glare at his student who was staring at the picture on his desk.

The picture was of him and his spouse, looking very happy. He looked relaxed in the picture, his arm draped around you while you held his face in your hands and kissed his cheek. The best part was that you were dressed in one of his designs, looking ever so elegant in the fur shawl over your shoulders.

Ace stiffened up and was sent a concerned glance from Deuce, “Uhm, nothing… sir,” he quickly corrected himself.

He could not help it—all the time he spent in Professor Crewel’s class was filled with a certain strictness that he did not think anyone would find appealing. The redhead glanced at the picture again, before back at his professor.

Deuce was sweating, praying to whatever was in the sky that he would not get caught up in whatever trouble Ace would be in. He almost wanted to shake some sense in his dormmate.

Crewel drew the silence out, just for the sake of intimidating his students a little longer before his brows softened. He would not do anything further wreck his mood, not when the love of his life would come over and share lunch with him. He sighed, raising a red gloved hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I’ll let it slide this once, pup.”

The cyan-eyed student visibly slumped in relief.

He handed each of them their corrected worksheets. They both had detailed notes written in the margins on what they could do to improve. He pointed out how Ace could use his skills in Magic Analysis and apply them to Alchemy, and gave Deuce examples that could make more sense to him. He was a strict professor, but that did not mean he was a bad professor. He knew his rowdier dogs could improve—he expected them to. He laid out the resources, they just had to use them.

“Thank you, professor!” exclaimed Deuce, bowing his head in respect as he held the page to his chest. Deep down, he appreciated his professor's willingness to correct his work so thoroughly.

Ace nodded, as if sharing the thanks with Deuce, before following his classmate out.

Things stayed quiet before you burst through the doors, carrying lunch bags with you, wearing that smile he loved so much. Your clothes were a bit of a mess, but when were they not? You were always running about and doing something.

Crewel stood from his seat, a softer grin on his face as he stepped forward, his arms reaching out to adjust your outfit. Gentle hands tugged at the collar and fixed your mixed-up buttons, “Now, I wonder what circus you just returned from,”

You laughed and leaned into his touch, “Just the kitchen, nothing too crazy, Divus. I made raisin butter and homemade bread,” you told him, excitedly.

His thumb brushed over some flour left on your cheek, “I can see that much,” he muttered before he moved to your side and slid his hand down to the small of your back, “Come sit,” he said, guiding you to the seat across from his desk.

“You saved me from another lunch spent playing chess with Mozus,”

“Oh, come on. You act like spending time with him is a chore,” you replied, reaching into the bags to set the food on the desk for you guys to share.

He carefully moved his things out of the way, before taking his seat as elegantly as ever, “It’s only a chore when he spends thirty minutes deciding on his next move.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “One day you’ll be just as old and spending thirty minutes buttoning up your vest. When that happens, I’ll remind you of this conversation.”

He let out a little laugh at that. Your joke just affirmed what he always knew, you would be with him forever, even when white became the natural color of his hair, even once his students were visiting him as adults with their own lives, and thanking him for his harshness. He let out a breath of contentment, before carefully cutting the bread you made for him, “How was work, my love?”

#💖 �� amoris writes #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #crewel x reader #twst

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rassicas · 7 months ago

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hello!! lately i've been thinking about houses/interiors in splatoon as i've been pondering some up for my ocs, & i was wondering if there's any info on them in canon? so far the best that comes to mind is the splat 1 loading screen & that new art of acht, but I was curious on if there's anything about apartments & interiors specifically... tysm! :-]

Unfortunately we don't have much, and considering how much living spaces vary in real life even within the same culture, it's hard to say x thing applies to all splatoon households. the game developers are japanese, the game takes place in japan, and takes inspiration from japanese culture and daily life. taking that into consideration, where canon fails, i use modern japanese living spaces as a reference for imagining what an interior may look like in inkadia. headcanon aside. time to dig up what canon info i've found regarding homes and living spaces

In the Octotune album booklet we get one of the few examples of an inkling home interior, the Houzuki mansion. though pearl, as well all know, is Insanely Fucking Rich and our average inkling is NOT going to be living this luxuriously. one useful tidbit we can get from the text is this:

Q5: Wow! Is this the garage? Pearl: That's just the shoe storage, man.

the word she's using for shoe storage is ゲタばこ which is a cubby you're meant to put your shoes in before entering a house, located in an entryway. in other words, implying a cultural norm of taking your shoes off before entering (something adhered to more strictly in japan vs america). not like this is really followed in official art showing inkfish at home (except for this s1 era piece of an inkling watching tv) probs because shoes are cooler lol

let's see what else ummm bedding.

s1 and s3 dialogue for flounder heights mention futons. traditional japanese bedding typically laid out on the floor when in use, and folded up and put away in a big cubby during the day. its a common sight to see them hung out in the sun on the balcony to not get moldy. some of those things draped over the railings in flounder heights are futons.

not everyone in japan does this though- youll still see western style beds or even futons on bed frames since taking it out and putting it away is a pain in the ass. also not every apartment has a built in proper futon storage space. (...mine does, but i repurposed it into another closet and just use western style bedding lol)

same is true for inkadians too -the bed in the s1 splashscreen doesnt look like a futon to me. point is there's options for what do with the bed situation.

speaking of the apartment splashscreen for s1, there is a blurb in the artbook about it and how inklings are typically pretty tidy with their living spaces.

im sure there's plenty of messy inklings too. anyway there's just a few tidbits about living spaces in relation to canon info. unfortunately there's Nothing about the bathroom or how they bathe, though previously i shared my headcanons about how i think that could work. for the kitchen i think all we can do is assume. Acht has a fridge how surprising /s at the start i mentioned that i take inspo from japanese life where canon fails. ive spent a few years in japan so this works conveniently for me LOL but i assume most people following me do not have that experience. so for those who wanna take that japan inspo too, here's a few small things that are different in japanese living spaces that ive thought may be true for inkopolis? -living spaces are so much smaller on average (of course) -washing machines do not use heated water and like Nobody has a drier in their house. laundry is hung on the balcony, or by the window if there is none, to dry. you want a drying machine? go to the laundromat. -big ovens? like for baking? casseroles? this is Rare in japanese homes. more likely youll see like a little toaster oven. microwaves with an oven setting. i have a gas stove with a fish grill drawer like this. ive never seen this in america but i KNOW in my heart inklings would have this -tiniest fucking kitchens sometimes. a pattern ive often seen for little one room apartments is a pathetic kitchen space in the hall between the entrance and bedtoom where its like. one sink. and space for an electric burner. you want counter space go fuck yourself. if youre a broke inkling who doesnt cook much this may be the option for you. -i think every house ive been in has had a genkan in some form.

#its like 2am im stopping the post here.#asks #splatoon headcanon #splatoon lore #splatoon world

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sonnet-of-skalitz · 2 months ago

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The Whole World Turns Around Henry (Part IV)

(Henry and women, through Hans Capon's eyes. Just what is it about that blacksmith’s son that drives the noblewomen mad with lust...?)

Hans found Henry in the Ruthard manor courtyard, where he’d expected, feeding that grey mare of his an apple and crooning sweetly at her with his free hand in her mane. She looked freshly groomed, no doubt by Henry’s own hand—didn’t the poor fool know he could browbeat any servant in the palace into doing that kind of dirty work for him now?

The sight made Hans inexplicably sour. When was someone going to feed him an apple and sing him a sweet song while they ran their fingers through his hair? Fuck, it had been too long since he’d visited a bathhouse—a real one, with actual walls, and pretty wenches who’d do anything for a flattering word from the future Lord of Rattay.

“So!” Hans clapped his hands, startling the horse and drawing a disapproving frown from Henry—which he handily ignored. “I hear you and the fair Lady Rosa had quite the adventure. To hear her tell it, the two of you laid bloody siege, fighting back-to-back against the occupying horde.”

“Well, I did have to kill some looters.” Henry responded to his ribbing with a simple sincerity. “Hardly a horde.”

“Ah, well, there you go,” Hans spread his arms. “Perhaps sweet Rosa has been reading too many of those adventurous books of hers and fancied herself the hero. Poor thing.”

“Oh, no, she did help me,” Henry said. “She shot one of them with a crossbow all the way from the window. It was quite impressive.”

“Hm.” Hans’s teasing smile fell away for a moment before lifting right back up. “And then the two of you spent the night together—Henry, you devil.”

Apple all gone, Henry gave the old nag one last pat on the neck and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nothing happened,” he said.

“Oh, come now.” Hans waved him off. “I understand protecting a lady’s honour from the likes of Dry Devil and those other louts—but you can be honest with your liege lord.”

“Radzig’s my liege lord,” Henry reminded him.

“Well, if you’re going to be all proper about it.” Hans scoffed, though he felt a little chastened. It was so easy to forget that Henry had never officially sworn himself into Hans’s service—more that he had been badgered into it by circumstance and the unstoppable force that was Hans’s uncle.

Was it… Had Hans been naïve all this time, to believe that Henry would choose to remain thus, when given the opportunity to leave? Why had he never given a thought to that?

Feeling sourer than ever, Hans returned to the matter at hand and pressed, “Come on, Hal—the two of you, all alone in this big, lonely castle. You, the gallant protector. Her, the grateful maiden. One bed in a cold room. We both know how this bawdy tale goes.”

“You’re wrong.” Henry shook his head, taking some oil and applying it to his saddle. “I slept in the servants’ quarters.”

Hans peered in close. Bloody hell, but the poor bastard wasn’t lying—truly, nothing had happened.

Feeling suddenly light as a feather, Hans let out a giddy laugh and clapped him on the shoulder. “Oh, well—chin up, my good fellow. It can’t be the first time you’ve met a woman impervious to your rustic charms.”

“Oh, no—I got the feeling she would’ve gone for it, had I kissed her,” Henry said simply—and from anyone else it would be the most boorish of boasts. From him, though, it sounded frustratingly earnest. “But I didn’t, and she didn’t. So, we didn’t.”

He topped it with a little shrug. Hans wanted to strangle him.

“Christ, that sea monster between your legs is wasted on you,” he said, instead. “Might as well be a eunuch.”

Henry scoffed, though he did so through a smile, and kept working the leather. Hans lingered.

Chewing on a thought, he eventually ventured, “You know that you could trust me, to keep your confidence—if you had bedded a noble lady, no matter how high above your station. Even should the matter produce… consequences. I would not betray you—I’d only hope you’d trust me enough to tell me the truth.”

Hands ceasing their work, Henry looked at him. “What are you getting at?”

“Word is Lady Stephanie of Talmberg is with child,” Hans said.

“Aye.” Henry squinted at him, crossing his arms. “So I’d heard.”

“Anyone with half the sense they were born with—including Divish, himself—knows her husband can’t possibly be the father.” Hans watched him closely.

Henry shrugged. “I don’t see why he couldn’t be.”

“Oh, come off it!” Hans sputtered. “The man’s 8,000 years old!”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Why so stiff, hm?” Hans needled him. “Does the topic make you uncomfortable?”

“It does, if you must know.” Henry was frowning now—a real frown, not just the way his face always looked. “Sir Divish has been very kind to me. I don’t enjoy talking about him in this way.”

“His wife was very kind to you too, as I heard it.” Hans refused to let it go. “Gave you lots of… personal attention.”

“I was an injured lad who’d just lost his home,” Henry said through gritted teeth. “She felt pity for me. And, aye, she was lonely.”

“Lonely, eh?” Hans smirked, though there was a roiling in his gut. Well, if that didn’t cinch it. “Look, you might as well know—I’m not the only one talking about this. You’re at the top of a lot of people’s list of suspects.”

“Look, maybe she—” Henry stopped himself and rethought whatever he was about to say. “Whatever Lady Stephanie felt, or wanted, or any of that—it doesn’t matter. I am telling you, the child isn’t mine.”

Hans’s reply was cut off as Henry faced him squarely and took his shoulders in those strong blacksmith’s hands of his.

“Hans,” he said, squeezing, looking him in the eye. “I never touched her.”

Hans found himself swallowing, throat strangely dry. With a nod, he acquiesced, “Alright, Henry. I believe you.”

Slumping a little in relief, Henry gave Hans’s shoulders a pat before releasing them. He smiled, and Hans found himself smiling, too. Business concluded, there was really no reason to dawdle in the courtyard. Hans unhurriedly began to peel himself away.

“Can I really trust you?” Henry’s words stopped him just as he had turned his back. “Would you keep my confidence?”

“Of course,” Hans said, spinning back to face him with sincerity. “Always.”

Henry, who had himself turned back to oiling tack, spoke with his expression hidden from Hans. “There was someone. A noble lady I took to bed. Shagged her good and proper, I did. We went all night.”

“Who was it?” Hans asked, breath caught in his throat.

Slowly, Henry turned his face so Hans could see the serious set of his brow as he confessed, “Your mum.”

There was a beat of silence. Henry’s lips quirked up just the tiniest bit as Hans let out a howl and grabbed him by the hair.

“You impudent little arsehole!” They both laughed as Hans tugged his head. “You’re so revolting, Henry! I should have you stripped naked and flogged!”

“Like mother like son, eh?” Henry only brayed harder as Hans sputtered and pulled him rougher. “Oof! Ow, you’re not as tender as your mother, that’s for sure.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Hans managed through breathless laughter. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a madman. What if I said I’d had your mother, hm? You’d cry!”

“Ah, what would my mother want with that skinny noble arse?” Henry tried to pry Hans’s fingers loose, then gave up. “She likes beef, not chicken—agh!”

It felt good—Hans knew Henry felt it, too. To laugh. To use the present tense. To smile around the word ‘mother’ once again.

When they both eventually came in from the courtyard, no one even bothered to ask why Henry’s hair had been half pulled out and Hans was wearing a grin that simply wouldn’t shift. Lady Rosa was the only one to spare them more than a glance, her gaze lingering on the ruddy cheer on Henry’s cheeks.

There, you see? She missed the smug look Hans sent her in turn. I suppose you weren’t that good a shot, after all.

#hansry #kcd #fanfiction #i'm posting these all out of order #chaos reigns

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sixflame438 · 5 months ago

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Makeup Shenanigans

Synopsis - While your makeup artist had left to get a few things, your girlfriend comes to do your makeup instead.

Pairing - Hong Eunchae x 6th lsfm!reader

Tags - Fluff, I know nothing about makeup, possible errors, established relationship, kissing

A/N - [Request] This has a second part but can be read as a standalone fic. Part two is another requested fic which is [here] Pretend that Lsfms first fansign was during antifragile era mk?

Wordcount - 1138

Breathe in. Breathe out. You repeat this mantra in your head as you continue to do breathing exercises trying to calm your nerves. Opening your eyes you stare into your reflection on the table mirror, face half covered as the make up artist had to briefly step out of your dressing room to as she had the wrong shades for you.

Today was the groups first fan signing event and it was normal to be nervous but you were also super excited as well. You would be meeting the people who believed in and helped support Le Sserafims success since the beginning and you couldn’t be more grateful to pay them back. The event was just a simple meet and greet session and then attendees would have a chance to talk to each member for a short while as they signed their albums.

Nothing about it sounded too hard and you had a great feeling that the day would turn out well. Hearing the door click open you assume its your makeup artist coming back with the supplies but to your delight its not.

“Babyyyyyyyy”

“Pumpkin! what are you doing here?”

“Nothing in particular I just missed you” she replies as she nuzzles her face into your neck

“Is your makeup done already?” Questions your girlfriend when she gets into a comfortable position.

“No the person doing it had to leave and get a few things”

“Oh yea i know” Sensing your confusion Eucnchae continues. “I was bored and saw your artist leaving so I came here. Plus i couldnt do this-“ she leaves a kiss on your temple- “if she was here.”

“Ulterior motives i tell you” you say shaking your head in disappointment.

“No no no 100% innocent no ulterior motives i just missed my adorable girlfriend” she defended with a pout and pleading gaze.

Eunchae was a repeat offender and you were her number 1 victim, never being able to resist her large puppy eyes. With an amused roll of your eyes you dismiss the thought as you motion for Eunchae to take the seat next to you.

As the maknae sat down she noticed all the stuff laid out in a mess on the table top. Brushes of different sizes, palettes of varying shades, lipsticks and other beauty products just waiting to be used by someone.

“Baby can i do your makeup?”

For a second you were taken aback but quickly give into the request as you sit back properly into your chair. Eunchae pulls her own closer so that shed have an easier time applying everything.

Browsing the tools at her disposal Eunchae quickly gets to work making your face even more beautiful than it already was.

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It had been about 6 minutes of quiet when Eunchae finally stops working. It wasn’t an entirely horrible attempt but you could easily tell by looking at your reflection that your girlfriend had no idea what she was doing. Some areas had been blended weirdly as you could tell from the incorrect colouring and there was too much blush on one cheek and not enough on the other. These were amongst the many issues you could see but at least you had a fun time.

“Last but not least some lip gloss to finish it off. Hey this looks great on you with that light pink tint i wonder if itll look good on me too” Eunchae stated thinking out loud (eunchae more like ed sheeran)

“You want me to put some on you?”

“Nah ive got a better idea” is all eunchae says before leaning in to press her lips onto yours, transferring the product. As if nothing just happened she turned to the mirror to examine herself. “Awww i dont think it showed much”

“You just need to put more on” you say with a smirk. Eunchae picking up what you were putting down giggled to herself before closing in to connect your lips again.

The kiss was sweet, a combination of your cute partner and the lip gloss you were now sharing. It had a strawberry undertone to it and altogether was a delightful experience.

In a way it felt like the lip gloss was calling you out for being just as fruity as its flavour but you were too in the clouds to care, focusing on Eunchae and only Eunchae.

You pull apart first as you had run out of air but your arms stay linked around her neck as you lean your forehead onto Eunchaes. Together you bask in the closeness and warmth, simply enjoying being together.

Your moment is cut off when you hear the click coming from the door. Cautiously you lift your head up to see the makeup artist walking in mumbling something to herself, eyes focused on the products she had been holding. When she looks up you can see the shock colouring her face with horror.

“Oh my god what happened to your face….”

“We got bored so Eunchae did my makeup” you say embarrassed that you were caught.

“Oh this is…. something….”

The artist says clearly not impressed by Eunchaes attempt. “We cannot have you going out looking like this were going to have to start over. Where are the wipes….”

As the makeup artist starts looking around for things to remove your makeup with Eunchae takes that as her sign to leave. She doesnt make it far out the door though as she turns around to blow you an air kiss, one you giddly accept and reciprocate by sending one back.

“Ill see you later Yn” Eunchae says with a wink before she actually leaves to return to her room.

You turn back around to see they had finally found some wipes and immediately gets to work removing everything. You turn your attention to your phone when you hear a specific ping noise. One you had set specifically for Eunchaes messages.

Hey cutie miss you already 😘

If the stylist saw anything or had any suspicions she didnt voice them, staying professional to the job and skillfully doing your makeup (unlike the previous attempt)

You quickly reply back to her message and swipe out of your chats into one of your miscellaneous games that you could play mindlessly, careful not to move to much so you wouldnt disturb the makeup process.

The earlier interactions with Eunchae left you excited and now with that excess energy you coudlnt help but look forward to the fansigning.

Recording and learning the choreography to antifragile had been a blast and you were thrilled to be getting to meet the fearnots who supported your group since debut.

As the makeup artist did their thing, every tap and brush stroke precise to a tee, you sat as still as you could, beaming with excitement for Le Sserafims first fansign event.

No Celestial best song on album. Fight me.

#✰W - Works✰#eunchae x reader #hong eunchae #eunchae #le sserafim eunchae #le sserafim imagine #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim x reader

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ipostwhatiwant1202 · 1 year ago

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What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt headcanons

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a-little-revolution · 6 months ago

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hello! just wanted to pop in and say that ive been looking thru this blog and i really like it! you seem like a cool person :)

also idk if youve heard of him (searched your blog and got nothing but as we all know Tumblr Search Hates Being Helpful) but what do you think of a youtuber called peet montzigo? hes a tall guy who does videos with his little mom and i remember really liking those videos, he was (and probably still is unfortunately) the first youtuber ive seen who showed little people in a positive light.

Hello! I'm so glad! Thank you so much ^^

I have indeed heard of Peet Montzigo and seen many of his videos, and as much as I wanted to like his content, I've found a lot of it to be rather offensive.

For anyone unfamiliar, Peet is an able bodied youtuber/instagramer who documents his life as the only average height member of a family of little people. Though potentially insightful, I've found a lot of his commentary to fall flat. In his attempts to keep things light hearted, he makes a lot of jokes at his family's expense and crosses over into ableism pretty quickly.

When I first started watching his content I was so happy to see a lot of the inner workings of his mother's life, as I deeply related and felt it spread some much needed awareness about access. But I really think our stories need to be told by us, not by able bodied family members. It reminds me a lot of when abled parents become the spoke persons for their disabled children - it leaves out a lot of nuance and allows for blatant ableism all while saying "it's okay if I say it, I'm family".

This is just my opinion of course, and doesn't necessarily apply to every one of his videos. I've seen a lot that were rather fun and insightful, but overall I struggle with consuming his content.

#disability #dwarfism #dwarfism representation #peet montzingo #ableism #little people #dwarfism awareness #asks

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ecoustsaintmein · 3 months ago

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ghosts (part iv of v)

part i here

part ii here

part iii here

part v here

pairing: paddy x eoin; rating: M. slow burn.

this was the first time they'd had this conversation as eric and killian. but it was as if they'd had this conversation, many years ago, many times before.

(or, paddy mayne and eoin mcgonigal, reincarnated as eric love from 'starred up' and killian from 'angel'. they meet again, during the heights of the pandemic -- but they don't remember - until much, much, much later).

matt looks the same, after all these years. he still has those sad, big eyes of his, though he's now wearing a puffy canada goose jacket and carries a kcl tote bag instead of a posh farmer's barbour jacket, or simply, the black t-shirt that killian remembers he'd worn the day they'd kissed.

in hyde park they sit at one of the benches, watching yummy mommies stroll by with their pram, kids jumping about in the mist and fog. it's far removed from the midsummer's dream of horsham, when killian was lathered in raindrops and mud and nervous sweat.

matt tells him he's studying environmental science at uni, and he lives in bermondsey. the farm's been sold to a completely different owner, and matt's not heard how it's doing since the pandemic. he says, that's not his life anymore. he wants to do bigger, more important things.

'like telling me to reduce my carbon footprint?' killian asks, all while putting up his cardboard takeaway coffee cup sheepishly, and shrugs. he eyes matt's keep cup, steaming in the cold.

'i'm not a zealot,' matt says. 'but every little helps.'

silence falls around them, save for the police siren blaring from three streets away. they've got nothing in common, killian and matt, but there had been a moment of electricity between them, all those years ago. killian's struggling to find any spark of it left, while matt looks at him, intently, as if hoping to reignite what's been started but doused to ashes.

matt asks how he is. killian says he's fine. he's alive, he tells matt, without going into details about what had happened at the pedestrian bridge, what could have happened if that random stranger hadn't stopped him. matt says that jess, of all people, is still in touch with him, living in grantham. he's not heard from katrin and sammy, though. jess said that they've probably fucked off to scoraig, somewhere in west of scotland, to completely live off-grid.

and killian's here now, with matt. in the middle of london.

he knows that matt wants to really, really know what he's been up to. but how could killian tell him? would he even understand? he says, 'i'm volunteering at st george's now. i'm applying to be a clinical support worker at the hospital, the job advert closes in two weeks. and then if i like it enough i could keep working and reapply for different jobs and become a nurse.' the words spill out of him, unfiltered. matt looks at him like he's hung the moon.

'wow,' is all he says. and then, 'you've always been good with your hands.'

it's a come on.

killian is hyperaware of this fact, with the closeness of him. he could smell matt's aftershave, mingling with the sharp smell of his scalding hot tea.

panicking, he says, 'i'm with someone.'

which. isn't technically a lie.

even if it's not the whole truth.

they walk, and they walk, and they walk. from hyde park through green park through pall mall to the strand.

tourists with go pro cams in masks, blocking their path on the pavement. they weave through the crowd seamlessly like the city natives that they are now.

the shops are putting up christmas decorations, though it doesn't feel like christmas is around the corner.

the bitter cold only reminds him of death.

matt says he's happy for killian. matt says he hopes they don't have to continue being strangers. matt says he wants to be friends.

killian nods. matt is so trusting. he bets that even if he were to tell matt the truth about paddy and eoin and eric now, he would support killian without batting an eyelid. but he'd rather not do this now, lest he be sectioned into springfield hospital straight away.

they stop at a second-hand bookstore on charing cross road. there's a few books about the sas, about paddy, about stirling. matt blinks at killian as he bags all of them, for a bargain at ten quid. 'what?' killian asks.

'never thought of you as a military history fanatic,' matt says, 'is all.'

'i contain multitudes,' killian replies, cryptic.

then, matt says that he wants to go to chinatown.

destiny folds itself again and again, so that even if killian were to run away, eric would still be there regardless.

in a city of eight million people, thirty different boroughs, eleven separate tube lines, this is how they converge:

in a narrow aisle of a chinese supermarket, while matt is looking at three different kinds of kimchi and gochujang sauce, and subodh is buying strawberry flavoured kit-kats for his daughter.

eric is glaring daggers at him, in his parka, looking like the fifth long-lost member from east 17 in their 'stay another day' video. killian is holding matt's basket for him, already nearly full with packs of korean ramyun and bottles of milkis.

blackpink is playing in the background.

subodh walks up and asks eric, 'don't you want anything from here? i can pay for you,' before realizing who eric's looking at (killian), and recognizing that this is someone eric knows (eric's friend who is not a friend). eric looks like he's in the mess when the captain's called out his name, just before he grabs at the captain's balls and shoves him into the piano.

'paddy? think about burma. don't do anything that will jeopardise our deployment to burma.'

they could have pretended not to know each other. killian could have walked past. eric could have left. instead, all killian wants to do was to cross that gap and push eric against the shelves, kiss the scowl off his face and make it all better.

'eric? think about us,' killian wants to say. 'don't do anything that will jeopardise your parole.'

in the end, it's matt who inadvertently break the tense silence, by sneaking up behind killian with a red tub of gochujang. 'where've you gone?' he asks.

'back in 1941,' killian mumbles, before he straightens up his shoulders and introduces eric, who's still gritting his teeth, like a dog ready to pounce. killian thinks he could hear eric growl. 'eric, this is matt. matt, this is eric. and i think you're subodh, aren't you?' he smiles beneath his mask. the polite smile that he saves up for patients and relatives, even if no one could see. they could still tell.

eric grunts. subodh's eyes flicker back and forth awkwardly. as if he could tell what's going on. killian thinks matt can read between the lines, too, judging from the way he takes the basket from killian's grip and says that he's going to the counter to pay.

'nice to meet you,' subodh says. 'you must be killian. eric talks a lot about you,' he says, which earns a sudden burst of hacking cough from eric. 'we're just having a catch up about how well he's been doing.'

'he's been great,' killian nods vehemently. 'he's a sound lad.'

eric lifts his gaze, then, and they share a knowing look. eric's stance softens. it's probably what killian's said, or the way he's said it, that makes eric less wary, less belligerent.

when matt returns, eric says to killian, 'i'll see you at home.'

as if to make a point.

'hands off. he's mine.'

killian doesn't see eric at home.

he's probably still out with subodh, killian thinks. he looks at his phone and finds a text from matt. 'thanks for a lovely day out. hope we can hang out again some time. xx'

killian sits at his desk and spends another fifteen minutes on his laptop, working on his csw application. in a few months his volunteering job will come to an end, and so will eric's. he's not said much about what he wants to do after the stint at st george's is over, but he's said something about subodh finding him a spot at a third party agency working with kids at risk of crime, or kids already been charged with knife crimes and the like. apparently dr wilson, the dundonian psychiatrist had put in a good word for him, and subodh's seconded it. so at least he's got something in the horizon.

eric's sounded proud, then, when he'd talked about it. it's the first time they've talked about their futures beyond the hospital, that's not related to paddy or eoin.

'it's going to be based at brixton, so not that far,' eric's said. 'and i'm still going to be staying here, i ain't going anywhere.'

they'd kissed, then, before killian pulled back and said that they should stop. that they'd probably need time to figure stuff out. they'd kissed some more, then, and they'd both gotten hard. it took a lot of effort for them to part and have a separate wank, rooms apart, eric in his bed and killian in eric's bathroom. though they could hear each other moan paddy and eoin's names and somehow it'd made it all the more hotter.

it's late and eric's still not texted. he wonders if subodh's taken him to see ashley, for a prison visit. eric never talks openly about ashley, though he knows what's happened between ashley and eric's dad. what it means for eric, and the conflicted feelings it can cause, with this whole paddy-eoin situation.

thinking about eric makes him hard, again.

so he gets his go pro out and films a video.

user @/daddyhasaglowstick puts in the chat, 'i'll be your stray dog i want you to put a collar on me'

user @/femmeboy29 asks, 'would you marry me?'

user@/la_reine_d_algerie asks, 'i've been watching for a long time, but there's something different with you recently. are you seeing someone?'

killian's just had one of the best sessions of his life, imagining himself being balls deep in paddy. spearing him open again and again, fucking mercilessly, with only spit and come as lube. it's the way paddy would have wanted it. while paddy bends over the front of a truck, in the night desert air of kabrit. face pressed against the cold hood, panting. eoin's fingers around his neck.

he lolls his head back, onto the pillow, bleary eyed. almost blind from the pleasure. he almost missed the last question.

'la reine d'algerie,' he thinks to himself. the queen of algeria.

eve.

killian's tired, almost sleepy. dreamily, he replies, 'it's complicated.' he's glad the camera wouldn't be able to catch the dopey smile on his face. 'i'm really into this boy. i've only met him, like, recently, but not that recent. but it feels like i've known him forever. he's so close -- and yet -- he's so distant. he's there, but i couldn't reach him. ya know?'

he doesn't realize that he's forgotten to put on his english accent until mid-sentence, but by this point, killian's too arsed to care.

i want to be me, he thinks. i want to be myself.

fuck it.

he gets up in the morning. showers. gets ready for work.

submits his csw application and hopes for the best.

knocks on eric's door, and for once he's on time. he looks like shit.

'you ok?' killian asks. eric nods.

the walk is silent, until they get up to the hospital entrance and eric asks about matt. 'he's just a boy i knew from the old farm,' killian says. 'we've not seen each other in -- years.'

another stretch of silence. eric love with no comeback, not even a grunt, is not an eric love killian knows. 'what did you get up to with subodh yesterday?'

'hmm?' eric replies distractedly. 'yeah, went to see ashley,' he says, which killian's guessed. 'how did that go?'

'yeah,' eric hums. 'ok.'

killian leaves it at that.

the shift is busy and they don't get to have a break until two. killian tells eric that he's submitted his job application. eric says he's leaving the volunteering job sooner than expected because subodh's said that there is a space for him to start soon at the violence prevention scheme as a youth worker. killian's eyes widen. he's genuinely chuffed for eric, though he's not sure what eric's feeling, because the twist in his lips does not look like a smile.

'i wish you could come with me,' eric says.

killian's heart drops into his stomach. 'is this you talking, or is it paddy?'

'i don't know anymore,' eric says, and killian believes him. 'i spoke to ashley yesterday about -- him and dad and how it all came about. it started off as an arrangement. because they needed a fuck and it was convenient. is this what we are?'

'eric.' killian warns. 'this isn't an arrangement. this isn't convenient. for either of us.'

'it's not fucking convenient, is it, when all i can think about is how much i want you to fuck me but not knowing if it's me or paddy who wants it?' he spits acridly, between the narrow spaces of his sharp teeth.

killian regrets it as soon as the proposal leaves his lips.

'what if we do fuck?'

eric looks at him as if he's grown a second head, or a third eye.

'what if we do fuck,' he repeats himself, slowly this time, 'and get it out of our system?'

eric's retort is ominous. 'what if we make it worse?'

'it's better than this, whatever this is,' killian puts his arms up, an awful effort at imitating jazz-hands. eric really, really, really stares at him then, as if in disbelief that killian of the sound mind would dare to suggest something as ridiculous. 'think about it,' killian says, with an air of finality. 'and let me know.'

fuck it.

'i want you to fuck me.'

killian sits up straighter in his bed, sweating. heart pounding.

and then comes another ping.

eric's sent a photo of eoin. he looks like a skinny young thing with that scots 11 commando cap with the wee bobble on top, and the uniform. if killian'd gone back in time to tell eoin that his soul would be transported to a fucking loser from cork who's trapped in this reincarnation farce, he’d probably laugh his head off.

'i don't want him to fuck me,' eric's written. 'i want you, killian, to fuck me. but i don't know how this will work.'

killian drops his phone like it’s hot metal, like it’s forbidden to touch, to look at.

killian's got to go and walk around in his kitchen, make a cup of tea in his yeti mug. gulps it all down despite the burn down his throat, like penance for his sins. has to do some breathing exercises and sun salutations before returning to his bedroom, before lying down, before allowing himself to look at his phone again.

it’s 3.15 am.

he reads and rereads the text, pulse still racing. the caffeine doesn't help. he tosses and turns for another hour in bed before he's finally able to sleep in peace.

eric texts him again first thing in the morning.

'are you chickening out?'

killian blinks at his phone, a steaming mug of tea in one hand, the other thumb hovering over the touchpad. how does one even respond to that, when a tight fist has clenched your heart so hard it wouldn’t let go? what does one do when it wants what it wants, when it yearns and crashes and burns?

killian tries not to think about the way he might still be in bed, topless, all pale-and-inked-skin against an ocean of white sheets, all crumpled and slept-in and smelling of eric.

'of course not,' killian texts back. 'i'm just figuring out the logistics.'

work is work is work.

they make a point not to talk about it, though it's all killian could think about the whole time.

he texts the plan during lunchtime.

he could hear eric's gasp from the other side of the canteen.

but they don't talk about it.

he's not even changed out of his shirt when eric rings his doorbell. the parka's still on but the fierceness is gone. eric's pupils are blown, wide, dark. expectant.

'hello, killian,' he says, breathless, like he’s just come off a hundred-meter sprint race.

'hello, eric,'' killian replies, making a point of using their real names, and lets him in.

eric weaves into killian's space as freely as the way he weaves inside his heart. eric dumps his jacket on the sofa, and he’s wearing a simple white t-shirt underneath that still manages to cling obscenely to his body. the fabric’s so thin killian could almost make out the ink patterns on his skin if he stares long enough.

eric’s been here hundreds of times, but this time it’s different.

there's a time when they needed to talk, but they're done talking.

eric's here to fuck. eric's here so killian could fuck him. it's a transaction. and their souls are the payment.

they stand apart, keeping some semblance of space because he doesn’t trust himself, alone, in this atmosphere. are the ghosts of paddy and eoin still here? watching them? laughing at them?

it would have been easier if paddy and eoin would just use their bodies and fuck and get it over with. killian could move on. so could eric. one day both of them would be able to laugh about it, like it’s a stupid game of gay chicken.

killian clenches his jaw the way eric's fist clenches around his heart, clenching like a madman to stop it from gauchely tripping all over the place. 'so i'm doing the fucking, yeah?'

eric walks towards him, and killian flinches. he takes a step back. not out of fear that eric would attack him and swallow him whole, but out of fear of what he would do if he were to lose control. killian's meant to be the level-headed one. eoin's meant to be the level-headed one.

eric pauses in his stride, hurt in his eyes. killian could only sigh and shake his head. how would killian ever be able to make him understand?

'i’m not going to do anything weird, i promise,” eric says.

'i know,' killian whispers. because he knows eric. because he trusts him.

(the way killian wants eric to trust him – too.)

killian thinks -- i will not let the ghost of eoin mcgonigal take over. this is me. this is me and eric love and i will not let the ghost of paddy mayne take over.

so killian kisses eric, coaxing his lips open as killian feels the corner of eric's lips curling up against his. a little sound comes out of eric's throat—a groan, as he lets out a sigh of relief into killian's mouth, his body melting into killian's arms. eric tastes of the many, many cans of monster drinks he must have drank to gather up the energy to come here, sweet and saccharine. killian tips him over against the sofa, pinning eric down beneath him. as eric runs his hands against the scrunched fabric of killian's shirt, cold fingertips sneaking underneath. feeling up the hard planes of his stomach, his chest, before clutching his neck and deepens the kiss.

greedy.

eric lets go, completely, and killian holds him close so he doesn’t fall.

killian goes on, and on, until he's completely nestled between eric's strong thighs wrapped against killian's waist, eric's ripped jeans halfway down his knees. killian takes a brief moment to pull him up and pull his shirt off, looking up at him – thinking, eric, eric, eric, instead of paddy, paddy, paddy.

the heat of the moment overwhelms killian, his mouth hangs open out of its own accord. eric throws his head back in laughter, as if he’s offering killian his neck for sacrifice, open and unguarded, and that’s how much he trusts killian. he couldn’t remember the last time he looked this happy, and killian laughs too.

killian kisses each of eric's eyelids tenderly, the tip of his nose, bites his upper lip and licks into eric's mouth.

killian stands up and pushes eric down onto the sofa. 'let me take care of you,' he says, as eric waits breathlessly in anticipation. his jeans are pooling at his feet and killian gingerly pick it up, folding it carefully and puts it on the table in front of the sofa. he knows he’s making a full demonstration out of it, teasing eric, leaving eric wondering what his next move will be. he’s left killian in charge, hasn’t he? killian smiles at eric, sly, as he takes eric's rumpled shirt from his grasp. killian's biding his time, folding the shirt and smoothing the creases neatly, before putting it gently atop the folded jeans. then, eric's socks.

killian thinks, eoin's probably waited forever-and-fifty-years for this. what’s ten minutes, ten seconds more?

and fuck, killian thinks he's seen eric topless -- naked -- so many times before, but never like this. never with his eyes trained on killian, or eoin, expecting killian to treat him good, like his life is in his hands. eric licks his lips as killian takes his belt off – just his belt, slowly, sliding it out from his tight jeans, getting tighter with each minute that killian's looking at eric, looking at him.

killian forces his shaky hands to stay steady.

killian could see that he’s hard, too, precome leaking through his briefs. eric moves his hand to palm himself, but killian frowns and shakes his head, clicking his tongue twice to indicate that it’s forbidden. eric looks at him, sheepish, hands by the sides of his lap, clutching fruitlessly at the leather of the sofa. eric trusts him. and it’s all in killian's sheer willpower not to kneel down and mouth at him hungrily, like a starving man needing sustenance to live.

god, killian is starving.

and eric's a full three-course-meal just for him.

killian opens eric's legs wider, kneeling between his knees, and nip at his neck. killian runs his hands down eric's chest, and pinches his nipples, chuckling into his skin when he yelps. killians sooths him by running his tongue across the sensitive spot, one after the other.

'fuck, you’re so hot,' eric breathes, as killian brings his hands behind eric and cups his arse, not quite under his briefs. fingers tantalizingly teasing across the borders of the elastic fabric and his skin, sweat pooling between his thighs.

'i could say the same thing about you,' killian says, as he dips his head and breathes eric's scent fully, kisses him under his armpits and licking a stripe across his pecs.

killian could feel eric's breath stuttering underneath his touch, nails scraping just across his aching, clothed cock, thumbing across the slit. there’s a white string of precome when kilian presses down gently against his cockhead, and pull up, again and again. eric stares at him, at killian's thumb, at the movement, looking transfixed.

'now that's hot,' he teases eric, before feeding the drop of liquid from his thumb onto eric's tongue, mouth wide open and wanton. giving killian tiny kitten licks before he closes his eyes and starts to suck on killian's fingers earnestly, cheeks hollowed, eyes hooded.

kililan pulls his hand away and eric whines, the way paddy would when he tells eoin that someone's got his goat. 'i’m not going to last long, kill.'

'do you trust me?'

'i do.'

and it’s in the way eric says it, with his wide, wide eyes looking at killian with so much fondness and faith that he will do everything right by eric, that it shatters killian's own self-control, that killian has to give in.

killian kisses the insides of eric's knees, up his thighs, before he dives in and mouths wetly against eric's briefs, hands cupping his balls gently, rolling them between his fingers. eric squirms beneath him, his breaths coming in quick and shallow as killian pushes his briefs aside and kisses his balls, licking at it, swallows it, making lewd, loud sucking noises that killian would never make with anyone else.

he pauses for a moment before pushing the damp briefs down, down, tangling down eric's legs, before putting the offending garment on the neatly folded pile of clothes on the table. 'you’re so good for me,' killian tells eric, because it’s the truth. 'you’re so fucking good for me, eric,' killian says again, not caring that he's repeating himself like an idiot, and he's even surprised at the rawness in his own voice.

it hits him, that he's said eric's name, again and again. not paddy's.

eric looks up at him like he’s about to cry. like eric doesn’t believe him, like he doesn’t believe that killian would want him like this. 'i want to be good for you,' he says, and killian pets his sweaty hair, smoothing the locks away from his forehead. eric looks so debauched like this, so desperate, and it’s all because of killian.

i did this, killian thinks, and he wants me to do this to him.

eric flinches and whines when killian finally, finally puts his hands on him, but not because eric wants him to stop. 'fuck, kill—that feels so good,' he says, as he sinks deeper and deeper into the couch, as killian thumbs at his slit and uses the liquid accumulating there to provide lube, as his hand begins to move up and down, up and down, eyes looking up at eric. 'fuck—,' eric says, 'i don’t want to come yet,' he pleads, shivering, thighs quaking, and killian could see the way he breathes in, and out, his abdominal muscles clenching and unclenching in order to control himself. 'tell me to stop and i'll stop,' killian says.

'please don't stop,' eric says. message received. killian hears him. loud and clear.

killian grips him at the base of his cock, and eric yelps at the strength of it, at the unexpectedness of it, and nearly screams when killian finally puts his mouth on him. the warmth and wetness of killian's mouth is wholly welcome by the way he’s responding to the touch, pliant in killian's arms. killian swallows his entire length, tonguing the veins as he moves up and down, head bobbing to a steady, spit-slick rhythm.

he lifts his spine up into a delicious arch just so killian could put his hands around eri'c's waist, just so killian could cup his arse and drag him down the couch, just so killian could lift eric's knees up to give him better access. all killian could taste is salt and come on his tongue, while eric keens and squirms beneath him. eric's skin all slick and sweaty, glistening in this half-light, while killian's barely out of his own clothes.

killian's fingers gently begin to press gently against eric's tight hole, spreading his ass cheeks for a better look.

eric gasps.

'is this okay?'

'please. I need you—,' he begs, '—to do anything. just—anything. please.'

he presses his tongue against eric, as his legs hang over killian's shoulders, toes curling from the sensation. back arching deeper while killian spreads him wider, one pale hand against an ass cheek while the other starts to move up and down his cock again. his tongue tries to probe as deep as it could, into the scorching heat, around the tight ring of muscles – and when killian can’t go any further, he mouths wetly against it, nose bumping against eric's balls, drool against his cheeks. kissing any patch of skin he could find, as eric's muscles tense beneath him.

there is a slight resistance when killian presses into eric with the pad of his forefinger, but he relaxes when killian gently goes in back and forth, settling into a gentle rhythm so he could ease into it, so much so that killian could go in up to his knuckle. he removes his entire finger and collects all the moisture he could get – beading from the slit of eric's cock, to use as lube, pushing it down, down into his hole. killian wants to be in him so much, he wants to feel eric clench against him, around him, feel the heat of it from the inside out. he pushes in again, with one, two fingers this time, curling it just enough against the smooth wall inside him – and soon eric is squirming harder underneath, breathing hard and babbling undecipherable nothings against his neck.

he pumps in and out of eric with his fingers. fuck carpal tunnel. his left wrist will probably hate him later. he twists his hand in a specific motion, curling his fingers to tease eric— to put just enough pressure to leave him wanting more, torturing him, before he finally gives eric what he wants. making eric moan into the wetness of killian's mouth, stifled by a filthy kiss, drool all over like they're teenagers again. he grinds against killian desperate, against the trapped hardness inside killian's jeans; shirt tails all disheveled and no longer tucked-in. eric throws his arms around killian, tight, fingers grasping vainly at the back of killian's head, the curls at the nape of killian's neck.

killian grabs one of his hands and clasps their fingers together, intertwined, placing them between their chests. feeling how hard and how fast their hearts are beating for each other.

eric's close. killian could feel it, as he licks into eric's mouth, foreheads touching, noses bumping. 'i want to come with you,' he says.

so eric reaches out to touch, to unzip him, to free him.

to undo him.

and killian lets him.

hold hard then, heart. this way at least you live.

in the dark, eric doesn't know where he ends and killian begins.

lips on skin and flesh merging as one.

the ache inside of him burns, oh, but it's glorious.

and he wants more. he thinks, oh, it's just to make sure that this will work. he says so to killian, just as much, and killian just smiles, dopily, between a thousand kisses and a hundred more, tongue swirling, exploring every crevice of their bodies. killian agrees. we'll do it again, just this last time, to make sure that it works, he says, as he drills into eric's body, again and again and again, hard and fast. with eric above him, chasing pleasure with each pounding that hits that sweet, sweet, spot.

he comes untouched, without warning, and it's filthy the way killian holds his tongue out and catches each drop, like it's manna from heaven and eric's an angel's come to give him blessing.

one more time, he says, breathless. one more time, as killian rolls them over, nose bumping against each other, mouths biting, licking, panting, eric's legs around killian's waist, feet flush against killian's arse. one more time, they say, as killian fucks him, facing each other, and eric feels seen.

eric looks away, then, sheepish. ashamed. killian tells him, 'look at me,' and so eric does. eric doesn't dare look away, not when killian tells him not to. so they stare into each other's eyes, eric going, 'ah, ah, ah,' into killian's mouth as he slows his pace, gentler, tender, like he doesn't want this to end. because it's just one more time, just to make sure.

just to make sure.

killian comes into him, screaming his name.

eric, he says. eric. eric.

killian, eric agrees.

eric thinks,

'we've made it worse.'

tbc.

part v here

#paddy x eoin #paddy mayne #eoin mcgonigal #sas rogue heroes #this completely went off. ran away from me. have some unfiltered unbeta'ed filth on this sunday afternoon.#the end is nigh etc etc

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mariasont · 11 days ago

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do you have a background story for your intern!reader planned out already ? ( i loveeeeeeeeeee the background stories from your other readers)

okay im smiling like a fool rn bc ive been working on her like she's my problematic little thesis project teehee. i doooo have a chunk of her backstory worked out (for now... i am famously fickle). i've been trying soooo hard to make sure she doesn't feel like just another one of my readers, but erm i have a type

intern!reader backstory under the cut

early life:

im thinking she grew up in a house where manners mattered and curiosity was encouraged. she was the kind of kid who asked why until everyone gave up and handed her a book. she wasn't exactly sheltered per say, just focused. never got in trouble and never had to rebel because she was too busy building volcanoes for the science fair (priorities girllll). sweet, curious, and always a little too earnest

high school years:

she was the type of student who loved school. took APs because she thought the tests were fun. was devastated if she didn't get an A, even if the curve saved her lmaoo. but she wasn't just an overachiever, she was also like weirdly confident??? not in a showy way necessarily, but in that i will present my project first because i like to get it over with kind of thing.

teachers adored her. she complimented everyone in the hallway. always asked people how their weekend went and genuinely cared about the answer. her street-smart skills on the other hand... yeah ... not her strongest suit lmaoo. she's the girl who once walked halfway home with her backpack wide open and didn't notice until someone handed her her laptop at a stoplight.

college life:

in undergraduate she double major in criminology and sociology, minor in communications because it looked fun. she made color-coded study guides for her entire class and never asked for credit. she joined too many clubs. she always knew the answer but still raised her hand politely and waited to be called on.

romantically, though? she's kind of a blank slate. she's never really dated. not because she wasn't asked, she just never noticed. she's the type to tell a guy thank you! when he compliments her and walks away. people fall in love with her constantly. she finds out three years later.

personality:

she's soft without being fragile. smart without being intimidating. she'll give a fantastic knowledgeable presentation and then trip over the projector cord.

she talks ALOT, but never to hear herself speak. she's always sharing weird little facts (spencer core!!!!), random podcast things, hyper-specific commentary on people's outfits (your shirt color brings out your eyes!), not because she's trying to flirt, just because she's genuinely delighted by people.

romantic experience:

none. or at least nothing serious. some awkward college date attempts. one guy she kind of kissed once but it was so confusing and mid she journaled ab it and moved on. she doesn't think of herself as sexy. or desired. she sees herself as helpful. friendly. she has no idea that half the building wants to marry her (hotch included lmaoooo)

now:

she's 25, in the final year of her master's in criminal justice with a dual concentration in behavioral science and victimology.

she applied for the internship on a whim, kind of. her program required a practicum, and everyone else was going for local agencies or state-level placements, she figured, why not aim too high?

she put her whole soul into the application, not because she was trying to impress anyone, but because the BAU was the first thing that ever made her feel something beyond just academic success. she wrote a cover letter so earnest it made her advisor tear up. one of her professors called in a favor. two weeks later, she got a phone call from quantico.

#intern!reader #💌

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venomwrites · 4 months ago

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Despite the fluff this is a ficlet written purely because I 100% believe Vi would leave lipstick prints on Caitlyn before Caitlyn would leave them on Vi. Also on Ao3

“Violet.”

Vi is caught off guard enough at the sight of Tobias standing in the doorframe. The two of them have a fragile sort of truce going. One she’s happy to keep going. It’s centered around Caitlyn, who needs them both. Usually when he comes to get her, it’s for something Caitlyn needs. Tobias looks at her with that tight, sad expression he always makes. Vi is stunned he doesn’t ask her about her intentions with Caitlyn. But she guesses it’s pretty clear what those are since she’s here. She’s given up the expectation he’s going to tell her to get out again. It’s become clear that he actually didn’t have the right to do anything more than question her presence. The house isn’t his. It’s Caitlyn’s. But he doesn’t ask anymore, he just nods when she helps Caitlyn in a way he can’t and she does the same when the tables are turned. But now it’s just the two of them staring at each other.

“There’s talk of rationing electricity,” he says, “we need to preserve the candles.”

Heat creeps up her neck but she refuses to give into it. She opens her mouth to point out the rations definitely wouldn’t apply to the Kirammans. And besides she’s been rationing candles for seven years. She knows how to get soot from her eyes and not ruin them. When they start rationing matches they can talk. Tobias’s throat works and then he shoves a bag at her.

“Cassandra always kept a supply. Caitlyn needs something more specialized now,” when she doesn’t move he puts it in her fingers, “goodnight.”

Then he vanishes as quickly as he came leaving Vi standing there with a bag, a blush and not much of an idea of what to do with either. Behind her there’s a shift of weight as Caitlyn tries to see what’s happening. She’s condemned to the right side of the bed where the IV hook was already set up from Vi’s own time there. But that puts most of the room out of her field of vision unless she turns her head. It’s uncomfortable on the best days right now so Vi tries to do everything in her field of vision. She walks over to where Caitlyn is laying and watches something flicker in her visible eye at the sight of the bag.

“Your dad—“ Vi says holding it up, “said it was your moms.”

Caitlyn offers an almost mischievous curve of her lips and Vi looks down to see the bag is full of that fancy tissue paper stores up here use. Caitlyn taps the side of the bed and Vi walks over. Of all the injuries, the jaw might be the worst for Caitlyn. Vi looks over at the pad as she scribbles what the wires won’t allow her to say.

Sorry. Didn’t think you’d take it otherwise.

Vi shakes her head at the apology. Only Caitlyn would feel the need to apologize for something like this. She nods and Vi moves away the paper. Inside are a ton of small boxes. She’s quickly learning nothing in Piltover just comes in its natural state. Especially not stuff you buy. Caitlyn is looking hopeful so Vi tries to smile and tips one of the boxes into her hand. She has a feeling she knows what it is. The candle scolding was kind of a give-away. She braces the black box against her casted arm and slips her thumb under the top flap. There’s a sticker on the bottom of a pinkish red that makes Vi’s heart skip even though it shouldn’t. The world ended. This seems so irrelevant. But her fingers in the cast itch as she tips the container over and the silvery tube spills out. It’s heavy with a band of gold denoting the seam. When she pushes with her thumb, it slides up to reveal a bullet of color.

One of us needs two eyes.

Vi laughs. The sound strange after all the grief in this room. But it’s the first joke she’s seen on the pages and when she looks back, Caitlyn actually looks pleased. She nudges the bag closer and even though Vi wants to say one is enough. That she doesn’t even need one, she doesn’t want to do anything to take away the pleased look on Caitlyn’s face. Caitlyn motions for the bag and extracts a black case that expands like magic. There are hooks for a mirror, but someone has thought to tuck it away. She opens box after box until the bag is full of them and the case is full of tubes and compacts. Vi wonders if there are any cosmetics left in Piltover, but she’s learned there is always more up here. These are hers. It’s a dizzying array of colors, ones that exist in paintings. Not ones you cobble together out of whatever pigments you can find. The feeling in her chest is strange as she looks at them. Not bad, but not one she’s used to.

“Thanks, Cupcake,” she says touching the tubes. She goes to close the case but Caitlyn stops her. Strokes her thumb across Vi’s knuckle and looks at the case, “later,” Vi promises.

Caitlyn gives her a look that needs no words and with more strength than Vi thought she had, she tugs the case towards her hip. Vi watches as she flips it open. Her fingers move towards the mirror and Vi darts forward. They’e not there yet. Caitlyn’s not there yet. But she’ll put herself through it to help Vi. And Vi can’t stand the thought. She tries for something confident as she looks back at the endless array of tubes.

“Come on, Cupcake, you think we had mirrors in Stillwater?” She says, “I could do this blindfolded.”

Caitlyn gives her a half exasperated look as Vi looks between a forgiving nude and a deep berry. Opting for the latter she thumbs the tube open and glides the color along her lips. She’s known she could do it blindfolded, but there’s still something satisfying about running her thumb under her lip and it coming away clean.

“What do you think?” She asks.

Beautiful.

The word stings but Vi lets it. The lipstick feels nice against her lips. Better than anything she’s come up with. Definitely better than the greasepaint she was using in the pits. Her lips feel softer than they have in a long time. It’s strange to think that in the life ahead of her, they can be soft and colored whenever she wants. Without her having to barter or decide what she’s willing to sacrifice for a bit of comfort and autonomy. It’s just there. She doesn’t know how to voice that in a way that doesn’t make her sound insane. Or, worse, would make Caitlyn try to push herself to help Vi feel better. It’s a good feeling. Jus not one she’s used to. But Caitlyn is Caitlyn, so Vi is only mildly surprised when a tissue is handed to her and the notepad comes into view.

Another?

“Oh I see,” Vi says, “you just want a preview for when we’re both better.”

Caitlyn flashes the thumbs down that means no but Vi ignores the insidious voice that says she’s being honest. Vi waves her away and Caitlyn frowns. Vi gets it, she has no idea how any of this will work when they’re more whole. It should be the last thing either of them are thinking about. But she wants to figure that out with Caitlyn. She wants to figure out a lot of things with her. Maybe it’s not fair to put that on her, on their bond, but in her worst moments when she can’t hug Caitlyn it’s the only bright spot that keeps her going. Caitlyn still looks a bit perturbed but it’s in that fond way she seems to reserve for Vi. So Vi finds the darkest color she can and draws it across her lips. Caitlyn swallows but her eye focuses only on the dark bruise of Vi’s lips.

“Too oil slick?” Vi offers.

It takes Caitlyn a moment to respond.

Thumbs down.

No.

Caitlyn taps on the paper.

Beautiful.

“You can’t say that with every one,” Vi says, “then you’re just being—“

Hot

Vi swallows the word nice as Caitlyn holds the pad up. She’s not as pale as she was, but the flush of color on her cheekbones still makes something warm start in Vi’s belly. Fortunately the smart little case has several pockets in the lid. Vi takes the tube and tucks it into one of them. By the end of the night it’s joined by a nude rose color and a berry tone. Caitlyn falls asleep with a faint smile on her lips as Vi looks down at the case in her hands. It’s hard to wrap her head around it. There’s a dark part of her that points out the frivolousness of the products. How the money could be better spent elsewhere. How no lipstick was going to remove the cast from her arm or bring back anything she had lost. But the rest of her feels something much closer to happiness. Something like when she woke up wrapped in Caitlyn’s embrace before they both fell apart. When she kissed her and Caitlyn kissed back. This was orchestrated by her, but there’s something profoundly selfish in the tubes laid out in front of her.

They are just for her.

Even though it’s late, Vi finds herself rifling through for one of the longer sticks. She eases the cap off and drags it across her eyes. She uses the edge of a finger to find the places she wants the pigment to go and then drags it along her waterline. That part is always the easiest. She figured it out first, taught by another prisoner who showed her how to make sure things were clean enough. The pigments now glide smoothly along her flesh, so smoothly she nearly jams the point into the side of her nose. She drags the line across the other with more care. The usual stinging is lessened by the quality of what she’s been given. But it makes her feel better when she presses her eyes shut and feels the slight tack as the lines come together.

Before she can overthink, her fingers flip open one of the compacts.

It’s an odd thing to be excited by your own face. To be excited you recognize your own face. She feels impossibly different, but she knows the features that look back at her. More importantly she sees the choice on her face. She’s chosen what to put on her eyes. What color to make her lips. That was the advice of the other prisoner who showed her the matches. The world would take most of your choices, but if you could choose what you put on your face it was a good day. This feels like the start of one. Somehow it feels easier to crawl up to the pillows and lay down next to Caitlyn. There’s a pillow between them to help Caitlyn sleep straight, but her hand usually drapes on it. An invitation Vi hasn’t known how to respond to. This time she picks up Caitlyn’s hand and brings it to her lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

When she wakes, Caitlyn is smiling at the back of her hand in a way that sends a warm feeling though Vi’s core. She keeps her breathing even and closes her eyes as Caitlyn very carefully puts her hand back on top of hers. When she truly wakes up, it’s time for bandages changes, liquified breakfasts and all the things that keep them going. Well, mostly keep Caitlyn going. After the latest bandage change Caitlyn goes distant, like usual. But unlike usual, Vi has an idea of how to reach her. She fiddles with the darker tube before swiping it across her lips, picking up Caitlyn’s hand and pressing them to it. It shocks Caitlyn out of her stupor as Vi considers the lip print. Caitlyn stares at her, eyes wide. Vi rifles though the case and picks a different tube. She paints her lips and then presses them to the base of Caitlyn’s thumb. Caitlyn swallows tightly as their gazes lock. Vi nods towards the notepad and Caitlyn gives the barest shake of her head. So Vi picks up another tube and this time kisses her fingertips, brushing something pink and sweet to them.

By the time she’s done she has no idea what color her lips might be, but Caitlyn’s hand is covered in color. Everything except red. She can guess there’s enough red in Caitlyn’s head when she looks at her hand. So Vi kisses every other color there instead. When she lets Caitlyn’s hand go, Caitlyn brings it against her chest and cradles it close. There’s no scribbled note, but there doesn’t need to be. The soft look on Caitlyn’s face tells Vi everything she needs. And for the first time in a while, Vi feels like she can hear it.

So she keeps it up.

Sometimes just the one.

Sometimes the whole rainbow.

But there is always a print somewhere on Caitlyn’s hand. It seems to make things better in a way Vi can’t quite explain. But it’s working, so she doesn’t care about anything else. Even though it’s the longest few weeks, it’s still hard to wrap her head around helping Caitlyn into a paper bonnet so her jaw can be freed. They can’t jostle anything else so they want her to be out. She looks at Vi who smiles encouragingly and presses a kiss to her knuckles. Caitlyn pulls her hand to her chest and nods, relaxing as they take her away. Vi sits with her after. Her face is still puffy, but when she shifts her head and her lips part, Vi can see her tongue move.

“Hey,” she whispers, coaxing Caitlyn back into the waking world. Caitlyn looks at her hazily and smiles.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, sleepily raising her hand to inspect her clean skin. A soft thing she would hate to call a pout comes across her lips, “Vi?”

She has to be gentle as fuck, but Vi leans over and finally gets to brush their lips together. Caitlyn inhales softly into the kiss, her hand steadying Vi’s cheek. When she pulls back, she touches her fingertips to her lip and smiles at the pigment that clings to them.

“I was hoping you’d do that,” she murmurs but still holds up her knuckles.

Vi is only too happy to press a kiss there as well.

#caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi #arcane #piltover's finest #one of the shades is called cupcake s2g #i love all the fanart of caitlyn kissing vi and leaving lipstick prints #no disrespect #but i have a MIGHTY NEED to see it the other way around

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vind3miat0r · 6 months ago

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Project Meridian Theories

brought to you my yours truly

(putting it under the cut once again)

ALRIGHT. SO.

using information from the new audio, i think we might be able to rule out time loop?? its still a possibility, but ive looked it over and i feel like other things are more likely

so far we have:

— a simulation loop/stuck in a simulation

— taking it at face value and Asset actually having gotten sucked into an alternate universe

— yknow how the brain relives moments before it dies n stuff? same thing applies. could be Asset literally about to die and theyre remembering the events leading up to their death

— past/future time travel fuckery

a lot of the evidence can still support the simulation theory, but some of the new evidence points to other directions. i think the "alternate universe" thing holds some weight, but considering that we were quite literally thrown into that ending, i think we should take it with a grain of salt. we have NO idea who this new James is, so even if the alternate universe theory is true, he still could be lying to us about his motives (you do NOT start a conversation with "im gonna save your life"). still, we can reuse the evidence from the time/simulation loop theory and slap "alternate universe" on it, and it can still make sense

the "Asset is dead and reliving their last moments" theory is quite literally a crack theory i came up with. it could be that the entirety of both SW and SR are Asset remembering the events leading up to their death, or it could only be SR. not a lot of evidence to support it, but something to keep in mind

if im being honest, im kinda iffy with the time travel theory. we know that holding people in time is a thing (Avior being trapped in the Meridian for two years from his perspective, but it actually only having been less than thirty minutes in real life), but thats about as far as our knowledge with it comes to timey wimey stuff and the Meridian. not to mention, we STILL dont know when Project Meridian takes place. im assuming its at least after Sovereign State, since "two emissaries from the Meridian" were mentioned in an audio before this whole ordeal

i saw some people pointing out that alternate!James (as ill be calling him) sounded a lot like the James in the recent patreon teaser audio. i had read that audio as being set in the past, before James and his Spouse were married and were much younger. but, it is an interesting connection nonetheless

reusing the evidence from the time/simulation loop theory, the time travel theory can be made plausible. all the weird instances (the phone calls, the PA system, etc) could be interference from either the past or the future. again, since we a) dont know how exactly time travel would work using redactedverse logic and b) dont know when PM takes place, its not exactly a solid theory, but it does hold some weight to it

some of James' behavior could also support the time travel theory. as said by my wonderful friend Galaxy: "What if it's past James but he's from the future. Like he did the experiment, it failed, by some miracle James managed to time travel back, essentially surviving. And the past James and Spouse audio, with him freaking out, it's because he knows something bad is going to happen, but he obviously can't say that because that's crazy. Maybe that's why he's stressed out in the audio"

not to mention James seemingly brushing off Asset essentially getting bitchslapped out of the Meridian and the massive amount of new data they acquired. hes already seen it all before, so he has nothing to worry about

in the end, it think the most plausible and likely theory on this list is the alternate universe one, as that seems to be where the story is going with this. then again, we dont have all of the details, and Erik does love a good plot twist

uhh thank you for coming to my ted talk :3

#if this doesnt make sense i apologize im rlly tired right now 😭#clawing at the bars of my enclosure. what are you planning Erik.#watch it be one of these or none at all #anyways #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted project meridian #redacted theories #vinn says fandom things #vinn yapping #vinn theorizes

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Hiii your icons are so pretty, would you have a tutorial on them or tips on how to do it?

hello lovely and thank you so much!! i have been making icons for a long time, but have also just started with this style of icon, so i don't know how much of a help i can be but i'll try my best! i make all my icons in photoshop, but when i first started i used gimp, it works similar and i'd recommend it if you dont want to commit to ps just yet. this ended up getting kinda long because i went step by step on how i make my icons like the ones from this post, with a bunch of tips and tutorials linked, so i put it under a read more. i specifically go deeper into how to change the colours of his hoodie depending on your background/preferences. i hope i could help even a little bit!

1. the base

one of the first steps is deciding what you want the base to look like. you can do just a solid colour, gradients, patterns, etc. you can use the solid colours and gradients that are already a feature in photoshop, but there are also a lot of amazing resources and bases by other talented people either on here or on deviantart. just look up icon textures on deviantart, you'll be able to find a bunch of textures and pre-set gradients you can use as your base. this is a really great pack you can find on deviantart that offers a bunch of bases. if you'd like to make gradients yourself, here's a really good tutorial! i am not really an expert on explaining how to use textures because i've only really just started with headers.

2. the picture/png

onto the star of the show - the person you want to have in your icon. i usually get those from screencaps from whatever show/movie i am making icons of. you can get screencaps of most shows and movies from screencaped.net. i then isolate the person i want to be in my icon so that the background is removed and transparent. you can do that yourself, here is a very good tutorial on how to do that in photoshop, or you can use other platforms like canva or adobe express, that have features to remove the background for you. you usually cannot adjust those, so if they dont cut out things the correct way you have to adjust in photoshop afterwards. when chosing a screencap you should make sure that the person and silhupette are clear and delinated from the background, without any obstruction in the foreground, so that you can cut out the entire figure easily without parts of their body missing. i usually also look for screencaps where the head and the sites aren't cut off, so that i can freely adjust the sizing and move the figure around. i also try my best to get a scene where the lighting is alright so that i don't have to fight for my life colouring it, but sometimes it can't be helped.

this is one of the screencaps i used for my recent eddie icons and it's a good example: his upper body is clearly seperated from the background, nothing is cut off, etc.

this screenshot is an example that i personally wouldnt use because there is a jug in the foreground in front of eddie that would be in the icon as well.

buck looks very cute in his lil hat but the shot is cut off on the right and on top, so i didn't end up using it either. you just kinda go through the screencaps you have (or take your own) and figure out which frames fit for the type of icon you'd like to make.

if you'd like to make screencaps yourself, here is an easy tutorial to follow!

3. basic colouring

when i make icons like these, i usually dont go too crazy with the editing, i mostly just adjust the lighting and colouring the create a well-lit base. here you can see the unedited png (first picture) and then once ive used a basic colouring (second picture).

this is a very good tutorial on basic colouring using curves, hues, etc, as i've done as well. it is for gif-making but those same editing steps can be applied to still pictures as well.

4. colour isolation

the icons i am currently making are in a style that you can see a lot around tumblr - where parts of the person in the icon, usually their clothes and other accessories, are edited to be a certain colour that matches the background, and that colour can be changed to match different bases. you can see that the hoodie eddie is wearing has a different colour to match the different colours of the background.

i desperately tried to find the tutorial that i used to learn how to do this but i can't, so i'll try my best to explain it myself (brace yourself). i have seen people do this by drawing onto the png, but i use a different method. for this you'll need to have some basic knowledge on layer masks.

we're gonna start with our png image that already has the colouring applied to it (1).

now, click on the layer and add a solid color layer (2). you do that by clicking the symbol i've marked on the bottom and then selecting "solid color...".

in the screen that pops up now you can select the colour you would like the accents to have (3). choose the colour you want and then click "OK".

your entire image should be in the colour you chose. now right-click on the solid colour layer in the layers panel on the right and select "create clipping mask" (4). this will apply the solid colour layer only to the cut out of your lil guy. it should looks like this now (5).

now we're going to adjust the blend mode. right now it should be set to "normal" (6). click onto the drop down arrow and select the blend mode "colour"(7).

now we can see eddies features again! now we want to edit it so that the pink is only on the parts that we want to be colourful. for this left-click on the white box in your solid color layer (8) so that it's selected. after that select the brush tool (9) and make sure it's set to black. we use black to take colour away and white to add colour back in.

now go over all the parts that you don't want to be colourful. if you accidently take too much away don't worry, just switch the brush colour to white and go over what you want to add in again. it looks like this (10) for me afterwards.

you can change your colour if you double click on the little pink box of your colour layer and adjust it however you want.

5. adjustments

after i've done everything listed above i usually group the two layers (your cutout and the solid colour layer) together so i can move them as one (11). after that i pull the group over onto my base and adjust it so that fits properly (12).

now that the cutout is on the base layer i usually go in to properly adjust the colours and make sure the colours on the cutout match well with the background. you can do that by changing the colour manually or using the eyedropper tool. and voilá! i know it sounds like a lot right now reading this, but once you've gotten the hang of it, it really isnt that hard.

i hope this was at least somewhat understandable and that i could help a bit! there are a ton of amazing tutorials out there for all parts of editing and photoshop in general that go deep into details in case there is a specific part you want to learn more about. for now i hope this gives you at least a small overview.

#anon #icon tutorial #tutorial #at least kind of i hope? i tried my best

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