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ghosts-cyphera · 8 months

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Drawing Trust

╰﹒to comfort a young girl who has just lost her entire family, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley borrows out the two things that bring him reassurance. his mask, and you.

warnings/content: themes of death/blood/violence, but overall just a fluffy little thing. gn!reader; simon taking off his mask for the first time in front of you; word count 2.3k

The maroon carpet was rough against the palms of your hands, as you sat cross-legged on the floor of the dimly-lit office. The night had fallen hours prior, and you stifled a yawn, as the quiet minutes stretched out: the only sound to be heard was the scribbling of the slightly dry ballpoint pens and the deep breathing of the concentrated child sitting beside you.

With her tongue nipped between her teeth and her eyes slightly squinted, she drew on the finishing touches and turned to you.

"Done."

"Look at you go." You smiled, as you leaned over to take a look at the blue, black, and red lines. The blue lines formed a box to which four black sticks, each with four smaller sticks at their tips, were connected. Two small circles, which you assumed were eyes, and a red curve right underneath them formed a down-turned pout on the features of the box-bodied stick figure.

"Leila," you gasped, as you turned to the little girl. "I was about to claim this to be yet another masterpiece, but I've just now seen that the mouth—"

She leaned in to take a look.

"It's upside down." You furrowed your brows. "This can't be right, can it?"

The little girl grinned. "It's right because he's sad."

"Sad?" You raised a brow. "But how could anyone be sad when they have such a neat t-shirt on? The blue really highlights the color of his eyes, you know. An awesome choice on your end."

"I only had three colors."

"Still," you chuckled, as you pulled out another sheet of white printer paper and handed it to her. "Only a true artist knows where to use each color. What do you say we play 'draw-and-guess'?"

"He's sad because his family is dead."

Alright. No draw-and-guess.

Leila's fingers closed once more around the ballpoint pens to continue the drawing. Now, connected to the smaller sticks—the fingers of the box-bodied stick figure—something resembling a black banana was being drawn.

Yet, you knew.

"He's sad because he killed his family." Her tiny little fingers wrapped around the red ballpoint pen, as she started to add splatters of blood, much in the shape of flowers, all around the paper. "They weren't really his family, not really. But they were as good as his real family, Mama said. He had been with them ever since he was a boy, but Mama said he became really bad and that's why he was with the cartel who wanted him dead, and his family dead. So then he killed them."

Indeed. It had not been a black banana that the target had been holding when your squad had found him a couple of hours prior with a self-inflicted bullet wound to the temple. The whole mission had been one big shitshow: suspects and leads turning up dead around one corner and another, until…

Until.

"But he didn't kill me, which is nice because I like hanging out with you." Leila's voice was matter-of-factly as she flashed you a warm smile. So matter-of-factly, indeed, that if she had not just heard his entire foster family dying, you might have laughed at the cheery tone of her voice.

"Oh, yeah?" You managed, as you gently nudged her with your shoulder. "Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it? I haven't had this much fun since I sneaked into the office of my boss to steal his stash of candy."

Her eyes suddenly beginning to twinkle, Leila raised her gaze to meet yours: her drawing now lying long forgotten on the carpeted floor. "Candy?"

This you did know how to handle.

"Mountains, and mountains, and damn mountains of it," you confirmed with a grin. "I'm afraid I took a little more than I should have, but I'm sure there's still some left. Wanna go sneak around and see if we can find some of your favorites?"

"Maybe they have Three Musketeers," she nodded her head, as she hopped up from the floor. "Or Reese's. When it was Halloween, I ate so many Reese's that my poo—" Her words suddenly died down on her lips, as she took a rushed step closer to you.

You frowned. "Leila, are you—"

And that's when you saw the movement at the door of the office.

The figure standing by the door frame was so tall and wide that it blocked out most of the light streaming in from the hallway, and as it moved to take a step towards the two of you, Leila rushed to hide behind your back, small fingers closing around your arm.

"Oh, sweetheart," you rushed to speak with a breathless chuckle, your brows furrowed. "It's alright, it's just my friend."

As if finally registering the sudden shift in the mood, Ghost's steps came to a halt, and his eyes darted to search yours.

"Ghost," you smiled, making sure that your voice remained warm and steady. "This is Leila. Leila, darling, this is my friend, Ghost."

Despite feeling the way that she shifted her weight from one foot to another, she did not answer, as she continued clinging to your arm.

"I know he's a little big and mangy—," Ghost raised his brow at you, and you bit down your laugh, "but he was there when I found you. He had my back when I carried you back to the cars so that we could both get out safely." Your voice was a warm hum. "Would it be alright if he came here to say hi to you?"

Quiet.

"If you don't want to talk, that's alright. How about you go and squeeze my arm if it's alright with you that he comes over?"

Five small fingers squeezed around your arm, and you nodded your head with a gentle smile. "Atta girl."

On Ghost's features, you could see his gentle hesitance, as his heavy feet led him to take a few careful steps towards the two of you. With you sitting on the ground, he looked even taller and broader than he usually did, and just as you were about to ask him to crouch on the floor with you, he took the hint.

With his padded knees touching the carpeted floor, he spoke with a warm voice despite its low rumble. "Hello, there. It's Leila, yeah? My name's Ghost. I'm—err—I'm a friend of Sarge here."

"The bestest friend," you hummed with a soft chuckle, and from your words, the corners of Ghost's eyes crinkled.

"The mask’s what’s scarin' you, yeah?" He gestured towards the piece fashioned after a skull, and you could feel Leila taking a step behind your back. To peek over your shoulder or to hide further away, you were not sure of.

"It's—err—it's something that—," Ghost attempted. "It's something that makes me feel safe. Less scared, yeah? It's like—when I've got it on, I'm in my own world, yeah? In my own bubble."

You smiled, as you turned your head ever so slightly towards Leila. "Have you got something like that, love? Something that makes you feel less scared?"

And just as you thought that she was not ready to speak yet, the hesitant voice replied back. "I have a turtle. Eugene."

Ghost's laugh was low—all while gentle and warm—as he nodded his head. "That's a bloody brilliant name for a turtle, that is. You've got Eugene with you?"

"No," the small voice called back.

Oh no.

The same realization that crashed upon you visibly dawned upon Ghost, too, for you could notice the way that he blinked his eyes shut for a split second in his regret.

"I forgot to take him with me." Leila's voice cracked, and with it, your heart clenched in your chest. "I miss him."

"What do you say I—," Ghost glanced at you, lowering his voice ever so slightly. "I can go back 'n get it for her, yeah?"

"They had to pull all the troops back," you shook your head. "Something about explosives in the basement. They're waiting for SWAT to arrive to clear the house."

Fuck, his eyes told you.

I know, the raise of your brow answered, just as the quiet sniffle sounded from behind your back. What the fuck do we do now?

Ghost blinked his eyes shut for a moment, and then with a deep breath, he spoke. "Leila, love?" He sat down on the carpet, his fingers gently moving aside the drawings. "Remember what I told you about the mask, yeah? About how it keeps me safe and protects me?"

A quiet sniffle came from behind your shoulder, followed by a quiet "yeah."

"Well, having assessed the situation at hand, in my—err—professional opinion, it seems like it's you who's needing the mask right now more than I am, yeah?"

You blinked at his words, your lips parting ever so slightly as his gloved fingers moved to the hem of his mask. You could see the soft hesitation in his movements: the gentle shake of his hands, barely noticeable yet there if you knew to look for it.

And with a deep breath, he pulled it off.

Pausing for the briefest of moments, he looked at the mask in his fingers before raising his gaze. At first, it was headed slightly past you towards the girl behind your back, and then, it drifted to you.

He was your Ghost.

The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, and you swallowed as you nodded your head once and thrice.

He was your Ghost, and he was beautiful.

Fucking hell.

From the sudden blurriness of your gaze, you glanced up in a desperate attempt to blink away your tears, only to give up with a soft chuckle as you felt two of them rolling down your cheeks, slow and gentle.

Happy: the same happiness reflecting back on the features of Ghost, as the tip of his boot brushed against yours.

I'm here, his eyes told you. It's alright.

The sudden gentle movement behind your back drew you back into the moment, and just as you forced your lips to part, Ghost, instead, took the lead.

"Wanna come ‘n take a look at it?"

While her movements were still overshadowed by her hesitance, there was now a hint of curiosity too in the way that Leila slipped out from behind your back, and walked to Ghost.

Sitting cross-legged next to him, she carefully reached for the mask, her index finger running across the cheek of the skull.

"It's not soft like Eugene is," she hummed before her carefully twinkling eyes found those of Ghost.

"No," he laughed with a nod of his head. As he did, his nose scrunched up ever so slightly, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. "No, but what I like about it is… When you have it on, no one can see your face, right? It's—"

"Oh, it's like—," Leila smiled, as her fingers traced the edges of the skull. "It's like the shell of Eugene. When he's scared, or—or when he needs to be alone, he can go into his shell and feel safe because it's just him there."

"Yeah. Something like that, yeah," Ghost nodded with a smile. "Wanna—err—wanna try it on?"

Her eyes sparkling now, Leila nodded her head fast and hard enough to surely get the girl dizzy were she to keep it up. "Yes, please."

"C'mere then, yeah?" His fingers fumbled with the fabric, as he got it straightened out. "Look up." She did as she was told, and Ghost slid it over her head—only for the three of you to laugh, as it slipped over her eyes. "Hold up. There ya go, yeah? Can you see through the holes?"

"Yeah," Leila called out, her voice slightly muffled. Despite not being able to see her little features any longer—her button nose and freckled cheeks hidden by the mask far too big and wide for her delicate features—you could hear the burning excitement in her voice, as the mask shook with her nods. "This is awesome. Do I look scary now?"

"Fuckin' terrifying," Ghost grinned.

"How does it feel?" You hummed, leaning back.

"Safe," Leila confirmed with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Like the shell of Eugene, eh?"

"Yeah, like I was hiding in a shell." She laughed. "A big shell. A stinky shell."

Ghost's eyes blinking shut, he nodded his head as a deeply amused laugh danced from your lips.

"Yeah. Yeah," he grinned, the apples of his cheeks slightly flushed as his hand moved to rub his face with his laughter. "This turtle might've been a little lazy with his fuckin’ baths lately, eh? What do you say you give it back here before you embarrass me further in front of my best friend, yeah?"

Leila laughed as her little hands moved to slide the mask off her features, and she drew in an exaggerated breath. "Ah, lovely fresh air."

"Little shit," Ghost grinned, and you playfully kicked him with your boot.

"Keep it up and we're not taking you with us on our candy heist, are we, Leila?"

"Nah, he can come," Leila smiled, as she offered her hand to urge you up from the ground. "He's fun, even if he's stinking. Besides," she then chuckled as she pulled you up, before offering her hand for Ghost. “We need him to carry it all back. Because he's stronger than we are."

"Happy to be fuckin' useful," he chuckled.

"And if we get caught," you arched an amused brow at the girl, softly elbowing Ghost as you did, "we can blame it all on him."

"See, this is why I like you," Leila announced, as she started leading the way out of the office. Yet not before her voice, gently amused yet oh-so-knowing, had added: "And probably why Ghost's in love with you, too."

The corners of your lips tugged into a smirk, and you raised a brow at him. "That so, Lt.?"

"It was you who demoted me, darlin’," he chuckled under his breath, as his fingers brushed against yours, gentle and knowing. "Best friend, eh?”

Or maybe—just maybe—something just a little bit more than that.

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moontavern · 5 months

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Tainted Lips

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary - You are Velvet and Veneers makeup artist. You head to do Veneers makeup, but… seems there is some unspoken tension between you and your boss pop star.

Warnings - sexual tension! Just some fluff and a kiss?? (Almostttt make out) 🤭 Reader is kinda bad at comforting, also a bit of awkward tension. You wear and make bracelets. Reader is described as shorter then Veneer!! And lastly uhh Veneer sorta forces you to kiss him—but completely consensual <33 enjoy!

WC- 4k

You knocked lightly at Veneers change room door, holding a rather large makeup bag and other small items needed.

You were Veneer and Velvets makeup artist. You helped them with makeup ideas that will match outfits for any outing and designed them yourself. You loved your job, and you honestly meant it. While yes, Velvet and Veneer could both be rather.. demanding, you enjoyed being the one to do their makeup. They looked amazing when it all came together, and they seemed to like it too.

You had already done Velvets makeup, as she always likes going first before her brother. But you enjoyed it. Veneer was the more enjoyable twin to spend time with. He was chatty, and he made good company. At times he would brag or be snarky, but he was a celebrity. Most come with their issues.

You listened for the go to allow yourself in, and as you waited a moment later you heard a cheerful "Come in!" From inside the room.

You turned the golden door knob, entering the room with a small smile. As you stepped in you took notice of Veneer who was standing in front of his large wall mirror, observing in his outfit for tonight. He had a small smile on as he turned over and spotted you standing at the door.

You closed the door gently, making your way to the large vanity in the room. You turned on the bright lights of the Mirror, and placed your makeup bag onto the large table. You peered over at Veneer who was still observing his outfit.

He was adorned in their signature green, along with the theme of white. Over his shoulders wore a short fur coat. It was white and soft, covering his shoulders. Matching was his large fur boots. They where also a fluffy white.

The rest of his attire was the bold green. He wore a baggy longed sleeve belly top, and short shorts. underneath was a black bodysuit, that connected from his torso down his legs.

Jewelry and bling were scattered around his body, showing the flamboyant fashion of Veneer.

You unzipped your makeup bag, pulling out eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and blush.

"You ready for makeup, Veneer?" You asked politely, turning your gaze towards the pop star that was still criticizing his look silently.

He looked at you in the mirror, smiling brightly.

"Yes I am!" He replied cheerfully, twirling around as he made his way towards you and the desk.

You carefully pulled out the desk chair, directing it for Veneer to sit on it. As he made it to the desk, he sat in the chair, a sigh escaping his lips.

"I'm not the biggest fan of todays outfits. But oh well-" Veneer sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he looked up at you.

"Well, I think once we get this makeup on you'll enjoy it more." You replied gently, smiling down at him as you prepared the makeup.

You pulled the chair towards you more, your strength pulling Veneer along fairly easy. his eyes grow wide as he frowned.

"You don't like this outfit either, do you?" Veneer gasped, putting both his hands on his cheeks, staring wide eyed as he turned to look in the makeup vanity's large mirror.

You sighed playfully, pulling his chair closer to you more again, where he can be seating comfortably in front of you as you quickly grab the chair you use to sit on.

"That's not what I said." You chuckled, grabbing a white powder from the table, "I think you look awesome in it."

Veneer smiled up at you as you pulled him closer. As you sat, his gaze followed you with a curious glint in his eyes.

You gently moved his leg out of the way as you scooted closer to him, your legs in between his. Softly applying powder to the puff, you gently place your hand and hold Veneers cheek.

Bringing up the Puff, you start to apply softly the white powder on his cheeks, spreading it around.

When you first got the job and started doing his makeup, it was awkward accidental eye contact. You had gotten used to your clients being awkward—you understood it was odd to have someone up and around your face too close to comfort, but it is what it is.

Overtime, Veneer grew to be more comfortable around you—When you would often have to get really close to his face when applying small details, or when your hand would softly trail from his face to his chin to lift it or move his face in positions you needed him to be in to get a better angle.

Now, while he tried to avoid any awkward eye contact, he sometimes would follow your eyes when you moved your position, while you kept his head firmly in place with your hands.

You could feel his eyes on yours, even when you weren't directly looking at him. You've gotten used to his staring, as you've had other clients.

But his staring.. it felt like it held different intentions. You couldn't quite place it, but the way his breathing would stop when you got a bit too close to his lips when applying lipstick, or when you lifted his chin and apply blush or powder on his neck and you could feel his heartbeat panic.

You didn't pay too much mind to these small actions. You knew boundaries—and you certainly didn't want to cross any with your clients. Especially big pop stars like Veneer.

Small talk was enjoyable between the both of you. He would go on about small fan interactions he had—which he funnily enjoyed talking about. You would always listen intently, chiming into his rants from time to time. While he can be a diva queen, he had a soft spoken side to himself.

Today was different though. There was an unspoken tension in the room, as his curious eyes followed your hands and your eyes.

After applying the white power, you release his face from your grip as you put away the powder and plan to grab the white glitter powder.

"How are you feeling for today? I heard you and Velvet will be doing a meet and greet this show." You asked, smiling up at Veneer from your spot. He had fixed his posture after you applied the powder; him now being a bit taller.

He sighed quietly as she closed his eyes, placing both his hands on his hips as he replied, "I didn't have much say in the matter. Velvet always gets to choose what the theme is and what not." Veneer said in a bitter tone, opening his eyes to be met with you getting once again close to apply highlights.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sister. But.. I just hate always getting second pick to everything!" He placed his hands on his thighs as he leaned into your grasp, puffing out his cheeks to his comment.

You smiled at him, nodding along with his words. "So I've noticed. But, you both always end up doing amazing. I'm sure you'll do amazing today."

Bringing up a soft brush that was covered generously in white glitter powder, you started to apply it on the tip of his nose and cheeks, adding a glow to his gorgeous face.

You never knew the boundaries with Venner. What you could say or what would be considered offensive—even if he was fussing about his sister. You kept caution to what you would say. But overtime, you felt comfortable with Veneer to be open about a fair bit of things. He even laughs at times when you would joke about small things.

It felt nice. Having fairly relaxed conversations with Veneer and even sometimes relatable ones too. You would often catch yourself getting glimpse of his eyes. Both your gazes would connect, but always so briefly.

After applying the highlights, you opt to apply the extra details. Veneers face is always so perfect as is. But it was fun going with themes with his outfits. Like today.

You grab another white glitter, acting as eyeshadow.

"The colour choice has to be my new favourite this week." You smile cheekily, enjoying the choice in scheme. "Glitter always looks good on you in my opinion." You add on, scavenging through your makeup bag for a different brush.

You still held Veneers cheek in your hand, a force of habit. You often would forget who just exactly you're holding in your hands, and don't realize until later that you held Veneers face in your hands for an unnecessary amount of time.

"Why thank you."

Veneer chirped in, his voice was filled with a playful tone. His face shifted in your hand as you softly let it go, remembering to keep boundaries.

As you retracted your hand, you felt two soft hands grasp at your hand and wrist. You looked up through your eyelashes to see Veneer admiring your bracelets.

"Woah! I absolutely love these. Are they new? Did you make them?" Veneer asked excitedly, his voice curious and high. You laughed softly, fixing your posture as you grabbed the brush you needed.

"Yeah, I made them." You replied, letting Veneer look at and touch the bracelets. You shuddered slightly when you felt Veneers fingers slide down your wrist at the revealed skin under the bracelets.

"They're amazing. You so have to make me one." Veneer said, a genuine smile on his face.

You blushed slightly, looking away. Whenever Veneer complemented you meant a lot. "I'll keep that in mind."

He let go of your wrist as he got back into position where he leaned into your direction.

While leaning closer, his eyes connected with your recovering nervous gaze. He never removed his eyes as he leaned in.

The tension was thickening. Veneer normally was never not so talkative. While he did compliment your bracelets, he normally would bash about everything that happened that day. Today was.. well, he kept making more eye contact then he normally would, and he touches were more gentle then his usual grasps.

You were the first to look away as you grabbed the eyeshadow along with the brush. Clearing your throat softly, you shifted in your seat to get closer to Veneer.

You typically needed to get closer when applying eyeshadow to anyone—which you should really be used too by now. But as you got closer to Veneer, the more intense his gaze grew. His small smile was still plastered onto his face, but his eyes held much different emotion. An emotion you couldn't quite pin point.

Having to look so close to his eyes didn't help either. Man, you needed to get a grip. You never have gotten this distracted by Veneer. He sometimes was a bit too gorgeous for his own good and you felt extremely bad for eyeing up your own client, but today took a turn with emotions.

It's not like you were in love with Veneer. But—he was warming up to you. A lot. You use to see him as petty, and dreaded working for him. But overtime, he grew to be funny, and even kind.

While lost in thought, you apply the glitter on the brush and place your hand on Veneers chin. His eyes shifted from your eyes to your hand. Thank goodness, now you look at his eyelids.

As his eyes shift from your hand to somewhere else off in the distance, you were able to continue applying the white glitter eyeshadow.

After a few moments of you finishing up his one eyelid, You suddenly noticed how Veneer got eerily quiet all of a sudden.

Looking away for a moment, applying more glitter to the brush for the next eyelid, you felt Veners hands slowly settle on your knees that were in between his legs.

You quickly shoot a surprised glance down at his hands, too nervous to reach his gaze.

Pausing, you give a questioning look to Veneers hands as you looked away, then back up to his face. He was looking at you again, but only his eyes were more lidded, and his face was less.. cheery.

Hesitating, not wanting to seemed offended by his placement, you slowly got back to applying the last bit of eyeshadow to Veneer.

Choosing to stay quiet, you occasionally look down to Veneers hands on your knees. They weren't threatening. It just felt like he had no were else to place them so he gently chose you.

But as your gaze lingered a bit too long, You hear Veneers voice break your daze.

"Is something wrong?" He asked in his high tone, looking at you questioningly.

Man, this boy must be either super damn dense or he's.. teasing you? No, why would Veneer tease you?

You quickly look up, continuing with your job as you finish up his other eye.

"O-oh—nothing! Nothings wrong. It's just.."

You look away, then back at Veneer.

"It's almost done..—! The last step I need to do is apply your lipstick." You said, moving your knees away from Veneers grasp quickly as you shifted to put away the glitter eyeshadow back into the case, also retrieving a dark green lipstick in the process.

Pretending to be busy looking in the bag to catch yourself with your heating face, you saw as Veneer leaned back and placed his hands on his knees instead.

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he held a questioning one.

"But, I mean—I'm pretty sure you can put that on yourself." You stated as politely as you could, placing the lipstick near Veneer on the desk.

Veneer hummed lightly closing his eyes in the process. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted from the lipstick to your figure that was pretending to organize your makeup bag.

Sighing slightly, he responded, "I do a terrible job at applying lipstick on myself.. I never was good at it" he faked a worried tone.

You paused looking around in the bag, slowly placing it down on the desk. Your gaze shifted to the lipstick near your hand.

"O-okay." You replied, softly grabbing the lipstick and turning to face Veneer. You tried to fix your face to seem unbothered by everything, but you fidgeted nervously with the small plastic lipstick you held between your fingers.

Once again sitting on the seat in front of Veneer, he scooted his chair closer to yours—now returning the previous position.

His hands were thankfully placed on his knees still, fingers tapping against his legs. You shyly popped the lid off the lipstick, placing the lid on the desk as you leaned in rather quickly into Veneer.

Your mind was racing with emotions. Venner couldn't leave your mind, the feeling and the tension created when he placed his hands on your legs. You squirmed a bit in your seat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Whenever you needed to apply lipstick on Veneer, it was always the most "intimate" out of the whole process. The way you had to grab his chin and pull him closer to yourself as you gently slid the stick against his lips. The way his eyes couldn't look anywhere besides yourself as you took up his whole vision.

With a shaky breath, you placed your hand onto Veneers cheek as lightly as you could—trying to not make this situation anymore uncomfortable.

Bringing the green lipstick to Veneers lips, you applied pressure softly.

Wanting to make this as fast as possible without trying to ruin his makeup was hard. You always took your time with the twins makeup, trying to make them look their best—and to keep your job of course.

But as you hurriedly apply the lipstick, or as fast as you could with carefully applying makeup, you accidentally smudged the green colour off his lips.

You cursed under your breath quietly, pulling away the lipstick as your eyebrows furrow in frustration.

Veneers big blue eyes widen slightly, staring at you in your worried state.

"What's wrong?" He asked hesitantly, eyeing your hand that pulled away with the lipstick.

"Oh, it's nothing just.. ah-" you looked around quickly for a cloth, still holding Veneers chain in your other hand. Slowly, your grip on his chin tightened a bit as you try to find a way to fix the smudged makeup.

"Just—made a small mistake." You sighed, unsuccessfully finding anything to clean up the mistake. You returned your gaze to Veneer, finding his eyes still on you, connecting your gazes. His eyes were still wide in worry, but you smiled slightly at him, easing his worry.

"It's just a small smudge. I can just.."

With little thought, you placed the lipstick in your lap, bringing your hand back up to your lips. You quickly lick your thumb, bringing his back to Veneers mouth.

His eyes watch intently as you moved your hand. A light blush appear on his cheeks as you licked your thumb, bringing it to his lips.

Finding the smudge, you press your thumb against it, rubbing a bit roughly—trying your best to be as gentle as possible on Veneer. You leaned in closer, trying to get all the lipstick off were it shouldn't be. You leaned in closer, focusing your gaze close to his lips.

As you give it a few more rubs, you slightly raise your thumb away from Veneers face. You note as you couldn't see anymore smudged makeup. You smiled, humming in appeasement.

You suddenly felt a hand on your hips, looking down only to to be raised back up by Veneers hand that grasped your chin.

Your eyes widen, mouth agape as you lock gazes with Veneer.

His eyes were focused on your lips, slowly lidding. He brought his gaze quickly up to you.

"Veneer what are you doing..?" you breathed, feeling as Veneer slowly brought his hand that was on your hips to the small of your back.

Your breath hitched as he trailed his finger up your spine, pressing his palm into your back to lean you closer to himself.

Your mind was frantic as you looked between Veneers eyes to his lips.

Veneers eyes never strayed from yours, but he started to blush hard. His hands were getting shaky, getting nervous. He didn't know were this sudden confidence came from, but he felt it slowly dying the longer he waited.

With one final push, he leaned in enough to graze his lips against your—almost hesitantly. You gasp as he closed the space between the both of you—your lips barely touching.

Your heart was beating fast, hands leaving Veneers face as you hesitated—not knowing we're to place them. You didn't know what to do. Was Veneer actually about to kiss you? Or were you getting the situation all wrong? But Veneers shaky hands find your cheek, soothingly placing his hand on your face. You closed your eyes quickly, nervously waiting to see what happens next.

Feeling his lips brush against yours, you flinched slightly.

"V-Veneer.. I don't think this is allowed-" you say in a hushed tone. You felt Veneer breath in quickly, his hands tightening on you.

Without another word, Veneers lips slowly press into yours. You are caught off guard with the contact, placing your hands on his chest and trying to pull back.

As you try to pull back, you felt Veneers hands pull you back into him. He slowly stood up, taking you with him as he pressed you into the vanity desk.

You groaned softly into the kiss, squirming in Veneers grasp.

Trailing his hands down your back and cheek, he placing them on your hips.

Slowly easing into the kiss, you lean into him more, trailing your hands slowly down his chest.

He released his mouth from yours, breathing heavily. You felt his hot breaths fan over your face, as you also breathed heavily against Veneer.

You held your eyes closed, too nervous to open them to meet Veneers gaze.

You couldn't believe you had just kissed your boss. The boss that makes you nervous whenever you held eye contact—the boss that would always be kind to you as you waited backstage after each performance to fix up or clean off his makeup.

You paused your hands from sliding down, felling Veneers body tense under your contact.

"uhm.." you breathed, wanting to groan when you feel Veneers hands tighten around your hips. Butterflies in your stomach were raging, and the feeling raising slowly in your lower body made you tense.

"I-" Veneer was about to speak softly as you both jump to hear a knock at the door.

Your eyes shot open, unable to look away from Veneer as he turned to look at the Door.

"10 minutes till showtime." A voice yelled from outside the door, hearing the footsteps slowly leaving.

Veneers hands leave your body as he stepped back away from you. You looked up at Veneer as he looked at you.

Your eyes leave his as you look away in embarrassment, bringing your hands to rest at your sides.

You felt Veneers gaze linger on you, stoping in his movements.

Only a foot away from you, he finally spoke up.

"I'm—sorry I did that." He said quietly, his voice sincere. You brought your gaze to see Veneers hand nervously rubbing at his neck, his gaze looking around the room till it found yours again.

"Oh—.. no, no I.." you cursed for your shyness, not knowing what to say. "I..I didn't mind."

Seeing Veneers eyes raise slightly, eyeing you. "Oh.."

You close your eyes, chuckling slightly. This whole situation was amusing, and also extremely confusing.

"Why.. why did you kiss me?" You asked, your voice quiet, loosely crossing your arms.

You see Veneer flinch in response to your question. His eyes darted around the room, not looking at you.

"Well.. it's hard not to want to kiss you." He said, his voice low but nervous.

You froze, body tensing. What? You blushed, not knowing what to say. You stared at Veneer with wide eyes as he eventually stared back.

He was about to say something as you both heard loud and rough knocking on the door. "Veneer if you don't get your ass out here I'm going to kill you!" A feminine voice yelled, the obvious sass in her tone. Velvet.

You quickly jump, turning to pack up your makeup bag. You hurriedly wiped your arm against your lips, seeing the green stain on your lips in the mirror.

While gazing into the mirror, You see Veneer quickly jump, looking frantically around.

"O-oh yeah! Sorry sis—!" Veneers high pitched voice came out, making you chuckle to yourself.

"Whatever. What is it your even doing in there?? Just—whatever. Hurry your butt out here, we are needed on stage!" Velvets rough voice replied, hearing her loud stomps fade away.

You sighed quietly, relived she didn't come in.

You packed up the rest of your stuff, making sure you had everything. Your hand hovered over the green lipstick still on the desk. You eyed it, picking it up and zipping your makeup bag. You walked over to see Veneer tying up his fur boots.

You slowly walk up to him, clearing your throat.

"Uhm.. here." You said, trying to smile softly down at him as he sat down on a couch.

He looked up from putting on his heels, eyeing you then your outstretched hand.

You handed Veneer the lipstick, looking away shyly.

"If Velvet asks.. anything, just say you had trouble putting on the lipstick." You said quickly, mind still racing with questions on what just happened.

He smiled nervously, slowly taking the lipstick from your hands.

He stood up, once again towering a bit over you.

"Thanks."

You nodded, turning to leave. You were too confused and had so many questions you wanted to ask, but you knew it would be risking it asking now.

Veneer never showed really any sort of attraction to you—why did he of all days today get so touchy and kiss you?

Making your way quickly to the door, placing your hand on the handle, Veneer spoke up.

"Hey, uh, [name]—do you think you could meet me backstage after this performance? I want to.. talk to you about something." His voice was quiet as he eyed you, his expression almost confident—as if nothing happened.

You stared for a few moments, but nodded slowly.

"Uh—yeah. I can do that." You said, softly smiling back at him as you turned the handle open, taking your leave.

Closing the door, you looked down the hall to make sure Velvet or anyone wasn't there.

You saw a custodian cleaning, but that wouldn't be a bother. Walking away quickly, you brain consumed with thoughts—Confused what happened with Veneer, and also confused with what Veneer would want to talk about. It was—it was a lot.

Bringing your fingers to your lips, you remebered how his lips felt on yours. You smile slightly, nervous but eager to see what Veneer will have to say.

What a weird night.

RAHHH IMMSORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 💔💔 you can obviously tell it was rushed at the end,, but I hope it's okay 😔 i also apologize if this story was ever confusing at times—I had this idea for a while and I wanted to try and quickly make something <33 I tried to quickly proofread it too—but forgive me if there's any mistakes!!

Hopefully the next will be for Velvet <33 (smut perhaps..)

#Venner x Reader #venner #trolls #Trolls3 #velvet and veneer #x reader #gender neutral reader #Venner trolls #help me please OML I love Venner sm

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One again reminded that there is nothing quite like the Sonic Adventure soundtrack. So many songs that are needlessly long and complex in a good way. Like Red Hot Skull for Red Mountain is only heard for like a minute tops in game if you're slow but all of the ultra cool stuff in that song is after the 1:30 mark. Just so many masterful tracks that you don't get to appreciate unless you go and listen to the whole OST outside of the game.

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Gonna put some of my favorites (that aren't like major popular tracks) below the break. I am begging you to listen to these if you haven't before and/or if you have any interest in game music in general.

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you practically never hear the stuff after a minute in to this song and it's incredible:

youtube

And this song literally only plays in the last room of a level for 2 seconds unless you replay it because the flag is broken for the previous area to activate it:

youtube

And of course nothing will be able to match the incredible somber melancholy of Gamma's theme:

youtube

This song has one of the strongest openings of all time:

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Another amazing track that only plays for like 7 seconds in a cutscene:

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The regular boss themes in this game don't get enough credit for how awesome they are:

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There's far more that I would put on here if I could, but this post is long enough so I'll just end with this:

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#sonic koboldthoughts #koboldthoughts #sonic adventure #sonic the hedgehog #video game music #Youtube

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TripleDate

April30th, 2004

Beware: bottom text leads to darker themes, as the story progresses! ♡

Before! › here! › After!

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“What, the hell, are you doing, Ryusei?” Baji aggressively whispered.

“C’mon it’s fiine! All I did was invite her out with us!” The taller boy laughed. “It’s not like you have anything to hide anymore.” He grinned pointedly at his blonde friend, who bashfully looked away. “I already apologized, damnass..” Chifuyu muttered.

Baji clicked his tongue in annoyance, fussing with the back of his head in agitation. “Whatever. Arcade is canceled.” Baji waved off, leaving no room for discussion. “What!” Replied a displeased grunt.

“I was looking forward to going, though.” You announced with crossed arms. “And stop trying to disinclude me, it’s very rude!”

“You act like you got any say in the matter, shorty.” Baji waved your attitude off with a huff. He really was stubborn, acting this way. “Last time I checked I can make my own decisions, Keisuke.” You rolled your eyes at him, linking arms with Chifuyu.

“Cancel yourself if you’re gonna be a prude,” you gave Baji a teasing smile. “But Arcade and Karaoke sounds like a great way to spend my Saturday night.”

Baji became stunned at your blatant shots against him, mouth agape at your new demeanor. “That’s right!~ Pizza’s on me!” Ryusei laughed in reply, draping his arm around your shoulders; lazily observing his captain’s next actions.

Baji tensed up at this notion. “That’s not what I meant..!” He spat, giving an exasperated sigh. “Whatever, what the hell.” Baji finally returned the teasing grin, dropping his glasses into the pocket of his shirt. “Looks like I get to school you in something for a change.”

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Once Baji finally came around, the day out went fantastic.

Chifuyu and Ryusei would get into an altercation every so often, but your blank stare paired with Baji’s threatening one seemed to keep the two in check.

“How are you so good at pin ball?” Chifuyu marveled at Ryusei’s high score. “I’m good at everything Chifuyu~” Ryusei bragged before settling you forward. “Your turn, pretty girl. Let’s see what you got.”

Blushing over the use of this overly affectionate nickname, you shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve played this before,” you admitted, checking the machine for all its buttons. “The concept is easy enough, I guess.”

Baji subtly pushed Ryusei, glaring. “Watch it,” he whispered to the other. “Make her uncomfortable and you die.” He spoke like a promise.

Ryusei readjusted how close he stood next to you, embarrassed at how clueless he felt. Ryusei’s own crush on you was slipping, and as oblivious as Baji was to signals, the overall closeness between you two was making his blood boil. “Sorry boss,” Ryusei whispered.

You’d been distracted by the game and Chifuyu’s little tips and tricks, he hovered his finger above the glass. “This tunnel gets you a bunch of points, so try aiming there!”

Smiling sweetly at Chifuyu’s innocent grin, you elbowed him affectionately. “Thanks chi! Here I go!” You hyped yourself up, putting in the token.

It took a little bit of trial and error, but before long, you were scoring higher and higher numbers, seemingly never losing the pin ball. “No way!” Chifuyu laughed with a huge grin.

“You’re freaking awesome, Y/n!”

The blonde’s praise boosted your ego, a wider grin setting in. “Check this,” you grinned back, flicking the nozzle just right to trap the pin ball, earning an overarching highscore.

“No shit!” Baji howled, ruffling your hair in praise. “Look’t that, new high score. The hell can’t you do?!” You embraced his words, leaning into his hand. “I wanna try that next,” you pointed, crossing the boys’ gaze across the arcade.

MORTAL KOMBAT2

All three of them smirked. A fighting game. How ironic.

The four of you blazed past all the games, winning more than most and poking fun against eachother failures. Ryusei’s car racing skills was no joke. Chifuyu had a sharp eye for point and shoot games, and of course Baji’s favorite, were fighting games. (despite being his favorites, he didn’t seem to not be very good at them)

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” He shoved the machine backwards, earning some nervous glances. “I totally—-!” Baji yelled, turning to complain further, but halted at your quirked brow, apparently amused.

Chifuyu noticed Baji’s wordless response, face turning red with frustration from losing his seventh round of MK2. “I’m hungry! Ryusei, treat us to pizza!” Chifuyu distracted the group, for his captain’s sake.

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The night’s escapades came to an end after long, the four of you laughing in unison.

“Thanks for inviting me out guys, it was really fun!”

Ryusei chuckled and wrapped his arm playfully around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “You’re the one who made the outing fun, princess~ Really surprised me with that death metal voice though.”

You laughed, clearing your strained voice. “I admire many music genres! Metal happens to be particularly entertaining!”

Chifuyu failed in attempt to hide a laugh.

“Your genre tastes sure are interesting, y/n!”

Baji seemed to recall something suddenly. “Speaking of, I just finished Volume 12 for Berserk, mind if I trade off for Volume13?” He asked you, earning a gasping reply. “You were supposed to finish NaNa! No more trade offs until you’ve gotten through what you already have!”

“Everyone, heads up!~” Ryusei flipped out a cell phone, amused.

“Come on boys, let’s take a photo to commemorate our Triple Date~” he declared jokingly, earning a harsh ‘ehh?!’ from Baji— and a wide grin from Chifuyu’s huddled closer form.

The photo encapsulated was a little dark and a little blurry, but clear enough to make out your confused face being pushed cheek-to-neck with Ryusei, Chifuyu’s bashful grin to the right of you, holding up a peace sign. And, slightly in the background, captured Baji mid-yell, canines full on display.

The photo Ryusei took, and kept as his cell phone background.

The photo that got you wrapped up in this whole mess.

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June21st, 2004

“Who’s the girl, Ryusei?” Kojiro spoke menacingly quiet.

“Is she your friend? Really?” He scoffed, eyes flaring when he swung his fist against Ryusei’s cheekbone again.

“Thought that little tramp was Baji’s girl. You’re telling me you’ve been friends with her this whole fucking time?!”

He yelled, pulling white hair tightly.

“No…” he narrowed into Ryusei’s crying face, alone and vulnerable with no one but Kojiro for witness.

“No… that’s right.” Kojiro smiled.

“You were never friends. You’ve been planning this for a while; right?” Kojiro cradled the injured boy in his hands lovingly.

“You were never friends. You were getting her to trust you. Nothing more.” He cooed.

“You always were the more charming of us two in that regard, I suppose.”

“So tell me, Ryusei. Who is Y/n L/n to Baji Keisuke?”

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Teen Wolf Librarian AUs

A collection of Sterek fics where one of them is a librarian (most play in a library themselves)

This is Lovecantrophy by orphan_account

12.1K | Sterek | Teen

In which Valentine's Day is closely approaching, and Derek is a disgruntled grad student who works at a library. He's hit a roadblock on his thesis, he's harboring a (not so secret) crush on Stiles, and he keeps receiving werewolf-themed gifts from a secret admirer. Basically, Derek is totally oblivious and angsty, Stiles does a lot of planning off-screen, and Erica and Scott are awesome friends who are awesome.

Unknowing First Date by gayderek

1.2k | Sterek | General

Derek doesn't share, but for some reason he lets the mystery boy sitting across from him borrow his headphones. Turns out that the Mystery Boy isn't mysterious at all. He's kind of annoying, but he's kind of cute too.

You're the piece that I just found out how to fit to by pseudofoucault333

23.2k | Sterek | Explicit

Stiles is known as the tattooed reference Librarian, the somewhat reluctant crush of most teenagers in Beacon Hills and the son of the Sheriff. Derek is the new Deputy in town who has a history of heartbreak. Will Stiles' persistence pay off to help him get Derek to trust him and will Derek finally admit to himself that not everyone looks at him and sees a pretty face?

Inside this place is warm by wolfcloaks

40k | Sterek | Explicit

Coming down; One love, two mouths Stiles Stilinski: -Senior at Berkley -Double majoring in Human Biology and Biomedical Engineering -Student Librarian -Closet Artist -Basket case extrodanaire -Hopelessly crushing on Derek Hale (read as: pining) Derek Hale: -Grad Student at Berkley -Philosophy Major -Dog enthusiast -Does not cry during The Notebook, fuck you,Laura -Is definitely not pining over the librarian with the cute moles -Would very much like to tell the librarian's curly haired boyfriend to fuck off Or Where Derek and Stiles are complete dweebs in love and jump to horribly inaccurate conclusions Or When your meet-cute turns into a bit of an (light) angst fest but it's all ok in the end

Hale's Library & Coffee Shop by scarlettletterr

3.8k | Sterek | Mature

College Student Stiles is looking for a place to work - so he can pay his bills - when his friend from class, Erica, mentions that her boss is looking for someone to help at Hale's Library and Coffee Shop. Stiles gets the job, along with a giant crush on his boss, Derek, that seems obvious to anyone but him.

Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

6.1k | Sterek | General

“Hi,” Stiles said jovially with a bright smile. “How can I help you?” For a few seconds, hot, sexy guy said nothing. He just stared at Stiles like he’d never seen another human being before. Eventually, after a sufficiently long and awkward silence, hot, sexy guy had said, “I’m looking for a book.” “Sure thing!” Stiles had then waited. Because—he worked in the public library, so someone coming in asking for a book was normal, but only asking for a book with no other details was a little too vague. “Um, I’m gonna need you to be a little bit more specific,” he’d informed him. “Right.” Hot, sexy guy had looked flustered, some of his murderous aura dissipating.

Checking You Out by wherearethebreaks

7k | Sterek | General

Usually, the people who actually did come into the library used the computers. Usually, Derek could just sit at the small table behind the circulation desk and spread out his papers and get his homework done. But not that day. Oh no. No, some random guy just barged in, doors slamming loudly behind him, tripped over a display for some new books they'd gotten, and didn't sign in, (which, who doesn't know that you have to sign in during school hours?) all before running, running, into the non-fiction shelves. Who runs in the library? Who doesn't sign in? The librarian who usually had to deal with the rowdy and unruly teens that often wandered inside to talk loudly with their friends, was in the bathroom. Meaning, Derek was the one who was going to have to deal with this kid. Something he'd never really done before; therefore, didn't know how to deal with. "Uh, excuse me?" A.K.A: Derek is a library student aid and loves the peace and quiet, a quiet that is interrupted by a fellow student that Derek has to kindly deal with. To bad the guy's a total cutie that shows up the next day, and the one after that to ask him out.

You taste so bitter and so sweet by EmmisaryStilinski22

5.2k | Sterek | Not rated

Dear 402, Your two dogs woke me up every night this week at 4 am! Please silence your hounds from hell! Regards, 403

Dog Days of Summer by CarnalCoffeeBean

1.9k | Sterek | General

Beacon Hills, as it turns out, is actually boring as hell. Or, the one in which summer is boring, Derek accidentally becomes a library volunteer, Lydia and Erica get shit done, Stiles researches werewolves, and multiple people trip, stumble, and fall flat on their faces on their way towards something resembling love.

Special Collections by hannah_baker

16.4k | Sterek | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

Can I get Your (call) Number, baby by lielabell

4.9k | Sterek | Teen

Thing is, for the most part, Stiles's loves his job. He loves the quiet hush of the library, the way it smells like must and old books. He likes walking through the stacks, collecting books to be shelved. Likes sitting at the reference desk, hell, he even likes the fact that they still have a card catalog, even though no one ever uses it. Everything about the job is amazing. Except... Except for the music majors.

Stacking up by bravelittlesoldier

8.2k | Sterek | Teen

Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.

Librarians Always Know What To Say by codarra

1.1k | Sterek | General

Derek comes into the library where Stiles works. A lot. Only he doesn't know Stiles' name. And he's fairly certain Stiles doesn't know Derek exists.

Baby, I'm yours by yodasyoyo

4k | Sterek | Teen

Honestly, Derek Hale didn’t think he could be surprised anymore at the things you see working behind the circulation desk of the university library. He thought he’d seen it all. There’s a guy that comes in on Thursdays that carries a kitten in his bag and thinks Derek doesn’t know. There’s another guy that comes in every other day or so to catch a nap in a secluded corner. And then there’s the couple that Derek’s had to kick out three times now for having sex in the stacks. There’s this one guy that has, by far, expanded Derek’s list of strange happenings in the library. He only knows the guy’s name because he has to come to Derek to check out his books and it shows up on the computer but it’s not actually anything Derek can pronounce so it doesn’t really help. Anyway, Unpronounceable-first-name Stilinski is always up to something.

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo

7.7k | Sterek | Teen

“I’ll likely get far more done in the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen--” “My--My pen?” “Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly. “You know.” ____________ In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay... even though he doesn't actually speak Spanish.

Old you in the garbage(new you in display case) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

13.5k | Sterek | Teen

Stiles is lonely and desperate and suffering from a crush on the grumpiest librarian. So what’s a boy to do but cook up a ridiculous plan to get himself dated and/or finally get laid before the holidays? He just wants his She’s All That moment, okay? He never expected that the plan would actually help him get the guy.

#sterek #teen wolf #rec list #tbr

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queenie-avenue · 3 months

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Never Judge a Book by It's Cover.

💌 ⤻ THE COVER, VALERIO MARCHETTI

—> did you really think that he was the one?

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is an assassin, kidnapping, attempted murder, suggestive themes, talks of torture, mafia shenanigans, 1940s - 50s slang, valerio is a creep, reader gets shot

notes: thank you to @resident-cryptid who gave me this awesome idea for a mafia man, i hope you enjoy it. also, i'm not too sure where to set this time period but i do like the idea of them using slang from the old timey days.

💌 ⤻ archives.

A vial of poison rested in the hidden pockets of your clothes as you walked inside the venue event.

Everyone was dancing and laughing, bright looks on their faces. It was an antsville in here. How could they live with all the crimes they committed? How could they live their lives in splendour when people on the streets were starving to death?

Especially that man in the centre of it all.

The man who ran the Marchetti Syndicate.

Valerio Marchetti. The man you were assigned to kill.

Long gone were the days where you were anxious about the act of killing someone. No, for this victim, you felt excitement thrum in your bones as you approached the bar where he was seated, chatting with some men. People whom you recognised, a few judges, some corporate leaders and others, influential people in and out of the political realm. They were all wrapped around his tanned pinky finger.

"One martini, please." You ordered, sitting just beside the gaggle of men who talked on and on. You probably should have listened, but if you had to listen to someone talk about stock prices for more than a minute, you swore you might as well have just spiked everyone's giggle juice here.

Finally, Valerio noticed you and from the corner of your eye, you saw that he was hurriedly shooing away the rest of the men just to be able to talk to you, his eyes looking you up and down. "Well, hello there." He grinned at you as shivers ran down your spine. This... was a tad bit too easy, and your body immediately set into a cautious mode as you turned yourself over, giving him your best award-winning smile there was.

"Hello." You grinned as you leaned forward, grabbing your martini from the bartender.

"What a foxy little individual like you doing around these parts." He asked, running a hand through his gelled back hair, winking at you. On top of being the largest crime boss in the entirety of Italy, Valerio was also a known playboy; men and women alike were always photographed with him, but no one dared to say anything lest their entire family's blood be painted on the walls the next day. "I can see you're not around these parts." He smirked.

"Golly, is it that noticeable?" You chuckled as you took a sip of your martini before offering him a sip, establishing some trust between the two of you as you returned his smirk.

He took the martini glass gratefully from your hand before finishing it. Son of a bitch, you thought when you saw how rude he was despite having just met him.

"Trust me, baby, I can tell from a mile away when I see a deer lost in the wrong forest." He said as he called for the bartender. "Load us up with some good drinks. Shots, cocktails, whatever, just bring the big guns out." He gestured before turning back to you.

Yeah, definitely way too easy.

"What's the special occasion?" You flirted back, deciding to be bold and stroke a messy line down the clean seams of his suit.

"Seeing a hot piece of meat like you." He replied smoothly as he handed you a new drink to replace the one he had basically stolen from you.

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Valerio slammed you up against the wall of the dimly-lit hallway, propping you up with his muscular build as his hands roamed across your body with no restraint. His veiny arms were all exposed thanks to you asking him to roll up his sleeves, faking it as something that you had a thing for. "Oh, god. You're amazing." He whispered into your lips as he bit them, drawing out just the slightest bit of blood.

Even with love, he seemed to be sadistic.

His larger than life hands roamed across your body, squeezing your bum as you gasped, causing him to smirk. "Sensitive there, are we?" He questioned and despite your best efforts, you did blush. You nod your head, and he took that as indication that you were liking where this was going. Without warning, he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his before moving you to a table.

Your hands scratched at his back for support and you took this as your chance. Slyly, your hands reached into your pocket to take out a syringe filled with poison.

And you stabbed it into his back, injecting it into his bloodstream as he let out a gasp. One not of pleasure but shock, he immediately got off you, gasping for air as you watched him tumble towards the ground. He shifted around, grabbing his coat pocket, attempting to fish out his pistol but you beat him to the punch, kicking his hands away. "Not so quick." You whispered.

"Not so quick, indeed." A female voice sounded from behind you, and before you knew it, a chloroform towel was placed over your nose, your gun kicked away as you fell into a deep sleep.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

With a groan, you jolted awake when you remembered the last few memories before you passed out. You hit your head against what you assume to be metal as your vision adjusts itself to the darkness you find yourself in. The only source of light being the one in front of you, illuminating the man you tried to kill tonight, and a woman at his side? An assistant? His lover?

"You're awake." Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard the woman speak; she was the one who knocked you out.

"Who are you?"

"My boss." Valerio said, wiping himself off with a towel, sweat pooling at his forehead as he panted for breath. It seemed he had gotten an antidote on time, but even then, the symptoms of the poison still affected him.

"What do you mean? Aren't you the head?" Your eyes narrowed as cogs began to shift in your head.

"He's a cover." The brunette woman stated without emotion in her voice as she turned away from you, as if she had not just dropped a bombshell of a fact at you, walking out of the room they kept you in. "Have fun with them, Valerio."

Valerio got up from his seat. "Trust me, I will." He smirked.

"Shit." You muttered.

"Don't worry, mi amore, this won't hurt at all."

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makeste · 6 months

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So before the next chapter translation/recap drops, I wanted to ask what you think of Bakugo very likely being AFO's final opponent? I didn't really see that coming. The rival is always there, but they usually team up with the MC for the final fight or aren't part of it (Vegeta during all the DBZ saga final villains, Sasuke at the end of Shipuuden). AFO isn't even Bakugo's personal villain, like Dabi is Todoroki's and Himiko is Uraraka's. I'm trying to wrap my head around it so it's more satisfying, but while it's REALLY AWESOME, I'm not feeling the *personal* stakes and ngl I spent half the time wondering if Deku would swoop in. I'm guessing he won't, final battle Shigaraki vs Deku, but yeah.

I think it's an interesting subversion of the usual final boss tropes. it's true that AFO and Bakugou don't have much in the way of personal history. they lack the tragic family ties of Dabi and Shouto, or the frequent homoerotic encounters of Toga and Ochako. Horikoshi clearly went a different route here.

that being said, there are a few things I do like about the setup. first, I really like that Bakugou chose Kid For One to be his final villain (and then inverted things on top of that -- you're not my final boss, I'm your final boss, lol). it's very much in line with his usual stubbornness and singlemindedness. everyone else -- Izuku, Shouto, and Ochako -- were sort of unwillingly dragged into their conflicts by fate. but Bakugou wanted a final boss so much that when life didn't conveniently hand him one, he went out and DEMANDED one. literally DIYed his own. that's the most Bakugou thing ever tbh.

second, I like the recurring theme of AFO creating his own demons. he's so powerful that the only thing that can bring him down is his own hubris. he accidentally created OFA by trying to dominate his baby brother. he tormented the OFA users for centuries only to be mutilated by a royally pissed-off All Might. and he has been snidely dismissive of Bakugou on multiple occasions throughout the manga, which is certainly looking like one hell of a mistake right now. not just because he missed the opportunity to kill him off on earlier occasions, but also because we all know that the more you ignore Kacchan, the more determined he is to prove you wrong.

third, I like that AFO is the one who apparently has personal trauma and not the other way around. even if the extent of his trauma is just, "you look like the guy I really hate!!", lol. it's unexpected and mildly amusing and I enjoy it.

and lastly, while I'm probably not super qualified to weigh in on this (seeing as there's a big chunk of the Deku vs. Tomura/AFO fight which I still haven't read yet, so I don't know how much ground has been covered already), I'm not so sure that this is the actual final battle. as you mentioned, those usually involve the rival teaming up with the MC against a single final villain. and neither Tomura nor Kid For One is giving me genuine final boss vibes tbh. I think AFO, and not Tomura, will be the final "final boss", but I'm guessing it will be a different version of AFO. either the AFO currently taking up residence in Tomura's head, or, potentially, the one possibly hanging out in Deku's.

either way though, that also means the final phase of this battle will likely take place not in the real world, but inside the OFA/AFO Mojo Dojo Casa Realm. and I think it will be Deku, Katsuki (since I'm convinced he also has OFA), and Tomura (plot twist) united against AFO. which I think would make for a much stronger final battle than the current setup. we were promised an ending which would surpass Heroes Rising in epicness, after all. a simple Deku vs. Tomura would hardly cut it, especially with Deku having already pushed himself to his limits and revealed all of his current OFA tricks that we know about. gotta be more to it.

so yeah, those are my thoughts. I'm enjoying the current antics, but I do think they are miniboss antics and not final boss ones. any finale that doesn't involve multiple OFA users teaming up against a single AFO wielder is going to feel a bit like it missed the point. it's literally in the name, lol. we need the "all" versus the "one", or else all that foreshadowing goes to waste. that's my hope at any rate.

#bakugou katsuki #all for one #bnha meta #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks

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hellonerf · 2 months

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suicide is discouraged in the workplace

im not even gonna try to be coherent here. this is not an analysis post i am braindead. if i was a better artist makima wouldve been my muse when i was deep into chainsawman. actuallt she kind of was but i pussyed out

OK everyone here can subconsciously understand this connection. dont get too hung up on makima's strong motherhood theme and i just thought about what if ame was motherly and i couldn't kill myself right aftee thinking that as i have no means to it. that was a joke its late and im just me. i decided i wasnt a fan of motherly ame though so all suicidal thoughts erased. i am really chill now

old makima fanart i drew that im trying not to rip my hairs out over thinking about it with ame. also dont worry if this makes tou find my mainblog or main accounts whatever

actually theyre really different in many ways now that im looking at these. ame is so much of a son and makima is so much of a mother its like oppsoite spectrums. but thay makes the commonalities fun actuallt. i keep thinking about the movies and makima hating bad movies. ame is not an art kid by any means does he even care of the beauty of the world? i doubt it. but he likes bad movies and he likes cheap entertainment so who knows... they'd disagree on that. well i think makima's opinion on that was pretty extreme so i think most would disagree with her really

i could imagine ame going "Chainsawman. Doesn't spit." and smoking for the first time to look cool like in movies only to pathetically cough. thats their common trait... artifice... humans... but in a way that loops back to being Really Human i guess. holds a kind of arrogance and hubris that is so associated with humanity. it cant be anything else. ame should kill himself i think he should get moments of clarity and awareness and want to kill himself rqlly bad

both concepts of control. awesome. SUICIDE IS NOT ENDORSED IN THE WRKPLACE. ame goes to protestant church once or twice and sleeps because hes useless. makima is baptised and goes to local catholic churches not the cathedrals she supports the local christians.FUCK i just remembered the country mouse city mouse thing. ame is a liar and hates everything and loves everything and never feels content. i like to imagine him as a country mouse so fucking bad i want him to chill out one day and go to those middle of nowheres i know exist in america(can i shove cana in here and get away with it). why are they in the city if they are country mice? because..... you know..... you understand..... another w for eternal unhappiness (refer to title of this post)(suicide is discouraged in the workplace)

they are evil bosses i am the employee and when i ask for a break they gaze at me with a vacant stare and smile and i know in my heart they are viewing me like i am beneath them. i get scared and run away but truth is they didnt hear my request. they do not register individual people

if they met they would know immediately and viceversa. because everyone knows subconsciously because lying is futile and everything melts away. ame:i know a toxic boymom when i see one... okay im kidding makima is a toxic boymom if u push the chainsawman in ur head 🙂 ame as a kind of control devil works inmy head. i really believe ame was a polite child but demanding in many ways. sincerely wanting.

ame:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill makima—that is... the control devil (i never got around to drawing this)(ame and gun devil can you imagine)

or:gun devil i'll give you one year of the lifespans of the american people. in exchange i want you to kill alfred f jones—that is... the united states of america (paradox)

throughout all this i wanted to cite the best makima artist in the world ever but i'd feel bad if they wouldn't want to be associated with evil hetalia america blog. also i want to be normal and not cringe at being cringe just becayse i think makima was a thunderstrike of genius that i shouldn't taint. ame is a more flexible character to me for obvious reasons. this is how i'd shove ame into makima's role. but u couldn't put makima as ame. only one way. im okay with that. concept idea consensus words fear control blablabla u get the point i hate using words dont care sleepy now

#ame bible #hetalia & chainsawman #maybe this post disappears later i dont know

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gnomiwizard · 3 months

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Ok, so as you all know Side Order came out 4 days ago and I have been consuming all media of it like crazy.

Anyways, I'm here to share my opinions about the bosses since I've been looking at them the most.

Also Spoilers under the cut!

Marina Agitando

The Marina boss is... fine. I don't really care about it much, so I'm moving on.

Pinging Marciale

I'm saying this now, Pinging Marciale is BORING. I mean, its just annoying to deal with and honestly I just don't like it.

Its music theme is pretty good though, so it gets points for that.

Asynchronous Rondo

I personally think that Asynchronous Rondo is awesome. I don't get why everyone hates it so much, though maybe its just because I like horror.

Anyways, this one is a really good boss.

Parallel Canon

I love Parallel Canon.

They're honestly my absolute favorite boss in Side Order, and for good reason.

Its a good twist on the 1v4 Octoling fights from Splatoon 1 and 2, plus it's technically Agent 4 which means all of the Agents have been in more than 1 Story.

Anyways, they're a top tier boss.

Overlorder

He's very cute when he's small, I think he's a good final boss.

Not the best boss in the world, but he's alright.

That's all I have to say for now.

#splatoon #Splatoon 3 #side order #splatoon marina #side order spoilers #splatoon 3 side order #splatoon spoilers #asynchronous rondo #parallel canon #Overlorder #Pinging Marciale #Marina Agitando

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thewildeast · 4 months

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Looking at all of the messed up boss forms during the Neutral Flowey fight

I just want to talk about them i like them a lot. i was very obsessed with help_tale when i was younger and that's probably why. spoilers below cut, and body horror warning because of the topic ofc.

Decibat

Starting with Decibat, no eyes and a stomach mouth. Awesome!! The stomach mouth kinda goes along with Decibat's noise theme - HUGE MOUTH is loud and Decibat wants quiet.

Dalv

Out of all of the Flowey forms only 2 actually made me jump and this is one of them. Creepy eye things get to me and that’s why this is one of my favorites. It's really simple but it's great. Also the way it glitches sometimes makes it look like he has more than 2 eyes, which I'm not sure if it's on purpose but it's still neat!

I do wonder what would be under the cloak, like would it just be normal Dalv? The void? Something like the Deer Lord from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion? idfk. His face being obscured is like how Dalv obscures his face with his cloak for the majority of Dark Ruins, and since we don't really get to know him due to killing him, we don't get to see his real face..

Martlet

Martlet technically doesn’t have a form like the others but I didn’t want to leave her out. This scene does a great job at being unsettling with the lack of talking portrait and the slowed down Snowdin imo. i really like how her hugging animation changes for just that One Frame, it's slow enough that you'll probably catch it but quick enough that you might be wondering if you imagined it.

And then there's the whole "I'm so happy I found you! So happy I found you. I found you." that happens and then her face melts to reveal the Eye. The eye is in grayscale, like Flowey is during the second phase of his fight, so I wonder if it's meant to be HIM looking at you through Martlet.

And the melting parallels her death in No mer- hey wait, why does Martlet melt in both routes where she dies? Like??? I mean, she does have connections to Alphys and the True Lab so like...or maybe i'm just over thinking it. Either way this ones cool, if I knew pixel art I would try to make a form for her like the others have.

El Bailador

I think a lot of people believe this is the scariest one and....yeah. This is the other one that actually made me jump. The smile, the Eyes, it's fucking scary i hate this one (positive). The large strained smile goes with how El Bailador wants to make everyone happy with his dancing even though some prefer quiet, which he doesn't realize. does that make sense idk if that makes sense.

Starlo

Oh boy plant growth body horror! Yeah this one’s good. The vines growing out from his face, the weirdly elongated hands, the way the piece of straw on his hat changes to a flower. Honestly I have 0 clue what is going on with his face. Very cool. I also just noticed the holes in his poncho, like bullet holes? i saw someone say he's still hot on twitter and im scared

Ceroba

Ceroba's gets bonus points for being one of the rarer ones, because you have to abort a No Mercy route to see it. Besides that, no face! Wahoo! Plus her bow has changed to have a flower in it, which matches Starlo.

My favorite thing though is that the way pixels are scattered (i cannot find the right wording for this) kinda makes it look like she's constantly turning into dust which is really cool!! I think her face might be obscured for the same reason as Dalv, considering you have to be in No Mercy to see this you never get to know who Ceroba is.

Guardener

Overgrown robots overgrown robots overgrown robots. She already was overgrown but it gets more turned up with this one which makes me very happy, I love overgrown robots and machinery. All the vines get changed into flowers as well to fit, yippee! The Delta Rune logo on her chest is also scratched out, which is one way to send a message...

Axis

I like how the lack of face here parallels both how axis dies in No Mercy AND the death of the blue soul. This one's very cool, though i wish there were some more wires in his face like his death sprite in No Mercy has. thats a weird thing to wish for isnt it. Actually now that I'm looking at it more, it kinda looks like a mouth? That might just be because of the things at the top and bottom, I'm not sure if it's meant to be a mouth.

Oh! And the heart in his chest is missing, which hurts because both ways you can spare him involve filling his heart (either with Daisy or compliments. Also, Axis' neutral route spare is extremely cute, please go check it out if you haven't seen it.)

anyway thanks for reading through teehee my favorites are probably dalv’s ceroba’s and guardener’s. i have to wonder what the Feisty Four would have looked like in this? They don't get any because well, they don't die, but I like them...I don't really have any ideas myself, though. ok bye

#uty #undertale yellow #📝rambleramble #ut yellow #uty spoilers #undertale yellow spoilers

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