#i do think short hair suits me better but i actually realized i love the process of growing out my hair

[writeriguess]

OMG I JUST READ YOUR WEDDING DAY FIC WITH BAKUGO AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO THAT ONE TREND WITH HIM WHERE YOU SHOW YOUR MAN SPICY PICS DURING THE WEDDING NIGHT AND LIKE HIS REACTION

Your wedding night with Katsuki Bakugou was nothing short of perfection. The entire day had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the heartfelt ceremony to the laughter-filled reception. Now, as the two of you finally retreated to the quiet of your hotel suite, the reality of being married to the love of your life began to sink in.

The suite was elegantly decorated with soft, warm lighting, rose petals scattered on the bed, and a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for you both. Bakugou, still dressed in his slightly disheveled suit, leaned against the wall, watching you with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. His sharp crimson eyes softened as they met yours, a rare, genuine smile playing on his lips.

You walked over to him, slipping out of your heels and standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he deepened the kiss, his usual fiery intensity tempered with tenderness.

"Can't believe you're actually mine," he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with emotion.

"Always have been, Katsuki," you whispered back, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. The moment was perfect, intimate, and full of love. But you had one more surprise for him that you knew would get quite the reaction.

"Hey, Katsuki," you said, your voice taking on a playful tone as you pulled back slightly.

"Hm?" His eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the shift in your demeanor.

"I have something to show you," you said, biting your lip in anticipation as you reached for your phone on the nearby dresser. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

You unlocked your phone and navigated to your gallery, pulling up a folder you'd put together just for tonight. The folder contained a series of photos you'd taken—spicy, intimate shots of yourself in various states of undress, each one more suggestive than the last. They were a mix of sultry and seductive, the kind of photos you'd been nervous to take but knew Bakugou would appreciate.

You handed him the phone, and he took it, his expression turning serious as he realized what he was looking at. For a moment, he was silent, his eyes scanning over the images. His grip on the phone tightened, and you could see the muscles in his jaw clench.

"Katsuki?" you asked, suddenly feeling a little shy under his intense gaze. "What do you think?"

He didn't respond immediately, instead scrolling through the photos slowly, taking his time to admire each one. You could see the way his breathing had become a little more ragged, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His free hand flexed at his side, as if he was holding himself back.

Finally, he set the phone down on the dresser with deliberate slowness, his gaze locking onto yours. There was a fire in his eyes now, a raw, primal desire that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You've been holding out on me, haven't you?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as he took a step towards you.

You tried to play it cool, but the heat in his eyes made your heart race. "Maybe a little," you admitted, a teasing smile on your lips. "Thought it would be a nice wedding gift."

"A nice wedding gift?" He was right in front of you now, towering over you with that dangerous smirk you knew all too well. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against his body. "Baby, you just started something you better be ready to finish."

His lips crashed down on yours, the kiss searing and possessive, full of the intensity that was so uniquely Bakugou. He kissed you like he was claiming you all over again, like he needed to show you exactly how much those photos had affected him. His hands roamed your body, the gentleness from earlier replaced by a hunger that made your knees weak.

"You think you can just tease me like that and get away with it?" he murmured against your lips, his voice dark and full of promise.

"I was hoping you'd like it," you replied breathlessly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to keep up with his ferocity.

"Oh, I like it," he assured you, one hand slipping under the hem of your dress. "But now you're gonna pay for making me wait."

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips as his hands found your bare skin, his touch igniting a fire inside you. He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck as he guided you towards the bed, his usual roughness softened by the love and passion you both shared.

This was the Bakugou you knew and loved—the man who was fiercely protective, fiercely passionate, and completely, utterly yours. And tonight, you knew, he was going to show you just how much he loved his wedding gift.

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[beesspacedotorg]

thinking about tinky winky (purple lino) and begging cute boyfriend minho to dye his hair purple again and because bunny loves loves loves compliments it turns into a “so you think i’m pretty huh☺️” fest of him fishing for praise from his partner -🌸

cherry blossom anon, I may have accidentally forgot to put in compliments and instead it turned into a 750 word fic about dyeing his hair. I hope that's okay. Mayhap I'll revisit this featuring the compliments and ... other thing.

You aren’t above begging. You aren’t above a lot of things, actually, as proven by the way you’re currently on your knees in front of your boyfriend, hands clasped together like you’re praying.

“Minho, please. I’ll do anything. Literally anything. I’ll unclog the tub drain myself next time, I’ll give you earth-shattering head, pleasepleaseplease.” He looks at you, mildly confused from where you’ve ambushed him at your front door before the realization dawns and his eyes narrow.

“You’re kidding me right now.” He toes his shoes off.

“I’m not. Please, you looked so hot I don’t see why you won’t let me.” He’s walking towards the kitchen and you follow after him, still on your knees.

“Are you saying that I don’t look hot now?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. You just looked so good with the hair, please. Stay will literally thank me.”

“They’ll think it was skzigi.”

“I’ll roleplay as JYP Entertainment staff if that’s what it takes, Lee Minho.” He sighs, throwing his head back towards the ceiling while mumbling. Your boyfriend isn’t religious, he’s one of the few members of his group who has never had any particular faith, but you think he might be praying for something right now.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m mostly just doing all of this for the bit.” You’re standing now, hand on his shoulder as you peer at him, worried that you might have taken it a step too far.

“Shh. I’m trying to think of how I’ll explain this to our manager and Chan without getting my head lobbed off.” You smile, wide and beaming as you clap your hands excitedly, rushing off to the bathroom and reappearing next to him with a bag in your hands.

“Great! When you come up with a good excuse meet me in the bathroom.”

“How did you- Why- You didn’t even know I was going to say yes!”

“You’re right, I didn’t. I was going to save it for a rainy day, or use it on myself.” And with that, you’re gone, leaving Minho alone in the kitchen as he imagines how hot you would look with purple hair.

“Wait,” he calls after you, setting his half-opened ramen packet on the counter and turning, “did you buy enough for two people?”

-

“Are you sure you don’t want me to shower?” He asks, sitting backwards on the toilet lid as you mix the bleach.

“I didn’t go to hair school, so I’m not an expert, but I did dye my friends’ hair all throughout highschool and we had better results with less damage when their hair was gross so, yes. I’m sure.”

“That smells awful.”

“It’s almost like its chemicals.”

“I’ll leave.”

“There’s already bleach in your hair, if you leave now you’ll have awful streaks that even the most diehard LeeKnower wouldn’t be able to justify.” He huffs at that, mumbling something about how Stays aren’t that shallow and you reply with a comment about Hyunjin’s Maxident hair that shuts him up.

“He looked good,” he starts and you sigh, head dropping forward. “I don’t see what they were so upset about.”

“I know, dear.”

“He suits short hair!”

“He does.”

“It fit the concept!”

“It did.”

“Yah!” He turns, hitting your arm lightly and almost knocking the bleach bowl out of your hands. “You aren’t listening.”

“My apologies for not wanting to hear my boyfriend wax poetic about another man’s hair.”

-

“How long does this have to sit for?”

“Ask me that again and I’ll leave it in until you go bald.”

-

The bleach is washed out and his head’s half purple before he looks at his phone and his eyes go wide.

“What’s up?” You’re busy drawing shapes on his head with the dye.

“Hannie is calling.”

“So answer it.”

“It’s video.”

“Say that you’re naked.”

“Like that’s stopped me before.”

“Say that I’m naked.” The call promptly drops.

-

“How long does this have to sit for?”

“Do you give the hairstylists at the company this much trouble?”

“No.”

“I’m shaving you bald.”

-

His hair has been rinsed and blow dried and you’ve been making eyes at him for the past ten minutes while he shoves ramen noodles in his mouth.

“Can you stop staring so hard? My head’s about to catch fire.” His mouth is full.

“No. No I cannot.” His eyes roll and he sets his now empty bowl down.

“So… about that ‘earth-shattering head’ you mentioned?”

[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Eau De Parfum

A/n: once you love the warm and calm fragrance of Eilish no. 1, you studiously avoid its diametrical opposite - the bold and dark no. 2. According to your first impression, the languid woody trail of the perfume is not your path. But why does it feel so appealing? Billie helps you decide, revealing this fragrance in a new light.

«... cause I feel like, it's weird, but I feel like a fan myself. I just... It doesn't feel real!» - A genuine smile for the camera and a slight shrug, that's what Billie is all about. A knack for the camera and an incorruptible amount of sincerity, even when she's actually on the other side of the screen from her fans.

Eilish brought you along to shoot the launch of her fragrances Eilish and Eilish no. 2 for Ulta Beauty, and you just couldn't say no to her: your mutual desire to spend more time together and the opportunity to wander around a completely free (not counting the small film crew, a couple of consultants and security, of course) store is definitely what made you say yes. And enjoying Eilish's looseness in the crosshairs of the cameras is a huge pleasure, I must say.

After a few unsuccessful doubles, you realize that standing in the same position with your back against the wall for the last thirty minutes has been quite tiring. Darting between the many racks of cosmetics and perfumes, you try to entertain yourself a little to shake off the fatigue and late night slumber. Your gaze confusedly clings to the endless bottles of perfume, attracting you with their rich color or unusual shape. It is really difficult to concentrate on one thing, and not to lose your sense of smell after a dozen samples that you have managed to smell - something mind-bogglingly impossible. A short conversation with a nice female consultant pleasantly brightens up your wait, when you are already tired of circling the store for the third time. You come out from behind a row of boring shelves, wanting to go back, but you stop abruptly.

The confident gaze of the dark blue eyes, the seductive wet ink-black strands of hair mysteriously falling over her shoulders, the neat palms, on both sides closing black, like a symmetrically carved flacon. And, of course, devilishly inviting lips. Frankly speaking, you are staring hungry at a large advertising poster with your own girlfriend, as if you are seeing it for the first time. Well, I congratulate you.

Mixed with aesthetic admiration, thoughts of this tantalizing second perfume are in your head again: is it even worth trying it on yourself when you prefer the comfortable vanilla "hug" of the first one? Billie's languid, woody scent certainly suits her, but... what about you?

"Just a couple more minutes and you'll soon be making a hole in the glass," - the familiar velvet voice and the warmth of the palm that created a perfect 'lock' with yours, - "I'm wildly pleased, though."

Billie brings you out of your trance as suddenly as you entered it. Smiling, you close your fingers a little tighter for a few moments. A tacit confirmation that you are back in the real world.

"So... You want to give it a try after all?"

The tangle of tangled thoughts and doubts is back in motion in your head. You stare helplessly at the poster, then at Eilish herself. The better solution is to shrug your shoulders and sink your gaze into the socks of your slightly battered Jordans. Which is exactly what you're doing.

"Honestly, I don't even know, my love. On you it reveals itself so tantalizing. I don't think it would suit me."

"But you haven't even tried it," - her eyebrows come together gently the bridge of her nose in a confused squint, the word storm cloud over seas of blue.

"I know, but..."

The words remain unspoken: Billie, armed with a confident smirk, pulls you toward a rack of her own products and gallantly beckons the consultant over to you. By the end of the shoot, you're already sitting in her car with the "intimidating" dark box of a full-size bottle from the second collection on your lap.

"And yet I don't think it's mine."

"Relax, baby," Billie deftly slung the seat belt over her shoulder and turned the key in the ignition. The pleasant murmur of the engine is immediately heard in the Audi's interior, "Just let me prove how tantalizing you are. I'm sure you two will become friends."

The car slowly pulls out of the parking lot, remaining almost invisible in the night darkness that has descended on the city. And while Eilish drives the car relaxedly, biting the corner of her lips in thought, you nervously beat a rhythm with your fingers on the surface of the box that only you know. You're nervous, but you silently allow her. You allow her absolutely everything.

×××

The cool shower dampens your excitement until Billie enters the room: the singer looks like she's stepped out of that poster, except that instead of a black dress, she's wearing a long cotton T-shirt that reaches mid-thigh. Otherwise, the differences are nil, even in her hands she now has a weighty charcoal figure in the form of a woman's bust. You wince somewhat, bumping the tip of your nose against the collar of your terrycloth robe.

"I promise it won't hurt," - Billie's irony is what she finally disarms you with, sitting down at your side. Eilish's smile across from you and the rustle of the blanket, infused with a special warmth, is reassuring. You trust her, despite the childish stupidity of your situation.

"I'm ready," - you say confidently and clearly, eyes fixed on the eyes opposite, as if it were a lifeline. Billie chuckles, palm touching your cheek.

"Just let me put the finishing touches on it, my brave girl."

A second, and you're completely naked in front of her: in a few deliberately leisurely movements, Billie first loosens the knot in the waistband of your robe, then removes it altogether. The terry softness slips pleasantly off your shoulders, giving way to the sassy gaze of blue eyes. She freezes, admiring the etude that has emerged before her in the golden-warm semi-darkness of the bedroom, and you smirk. Confidence grows.

Picking up the cap of the flacon with her fingers, she apply three cool, but mentally scalding sprays: your collarbones, the area behind your ear, your wrist. Eilish takes her time, looking clearly into your eyes with each cloud of fragrance. You instantly smell the voluminous scent of ebony and palo santo, mysterious in its tranquility; you see the crazy blue lights dancing in Eilish's eyes.

"First sensations?" - The carved lid of the expensive vial taps lightly, like marble, returning to its rightful place, the vial itself flinged in the center of the bed - Eilish has no intention of being ceremonious, focusing all of her attention now on you alone.

"It's much more intimate than the no. 1. So... warm, lingering. It's like I'm in some kind of gothic cathedral with you."

"Very good, we can keep going."

And then it all blends into one continuous pleasure: hot kisses, sheets, bites, moans. Eilish is enjoying yourself, and you're absolutely lost, torn in half by the smells and sensations. Her hands seem to be everywhere; the barely husky whisper of over-the-top excitement penetrates your subcortex. When her tongue traces a path between your collarbones and downward, you can smell the poppy odor. Placing a few bright hickeys on your neck, a perfumed black pepper shoots into your nose, driving you both crazy. Eilish hungrily grabs your thighs, spreading them a little more - the scent of papyrus is more pronounced in the air. She kneels down, tongue placing the place where it's hottest right now - you smell vanilla, making you throw your head back and breathe intermittently. Only lastly, apple blossom and bergamot cover you with their tranquility as you cum, rhythmically thrusting yourself onto her fingers.

The diametric opposite in flavor perception is replaced by understanding. Eilish no. 2 is a long-awaited night shared by two, something that envelops you with desire and passion, something that gives you the confidence. It's a flavor closer than any other.

"Perfume always opens up on hot skin in a different way. And it suits you no less than it suits me," - she playfully whispers into your jaw line before you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

[americasass91]

Need You Now

Hello, my lovelies!

So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.

This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.

I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.

Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!

Words: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it

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“Why did you agree to this again?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”

Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”

He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”

Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.

You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.

Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.

Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.

He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.

Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.

“Sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.

Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.

He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”

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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.

You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”

Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”

You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”

You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.

Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”

You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”

You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”

Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”

You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”

She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”

You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”

Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”

“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”

She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”

The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.

The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.

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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.

You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.

A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.

You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.

You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.

You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”

But that’s a lie.

That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.

You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.

Speaking of.

He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.

You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.

Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”

You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”

She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”

You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”

She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.

“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.

“Too far. Need you here, now.”

You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.

You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”

You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”

You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”

You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.

Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.

Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.

You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.

“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.

After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”

He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.

He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”

You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”

And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.

“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”

You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”

He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.

Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.

You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.

He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.

“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”

You were in for a long night.

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[sundropstories]

My Sweet Druig

Pairing:Druigxreader

Summary: Druig and y/n are very old friends. Who realize they're in love with each other when they finally meet again.

Warnings: None :)

A/n: I Hope y’all enjoy since this is my first. I know it’s pretty short but I never see any Druig fics on here so I thought I’d just make one.

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"And they should be coming up soon so we can start this meeting." I hear Tony say on my way down the stairs into our shared living room.

"Who's coming?" I say taking a seat next to Wanda giving her a small smile. "The Eternals" she responds.

I practically jump out of your seat. "Oh my god! You're joking, I haven't seen them in like, forever."

The truth is I haven't seen them since they split up. Which was the year 1521 so basically forever. I remember, I saw them the week before.

See I may look like I'm only 22, but the truth is I'm 1,492 years old. I'm Asgardian. Hela's daughter, actually.

I was raised as the princess of Asgard. I had this arranged marriage thing with Eros. He was the one who knew the Eternals. We'd hangout with them sometimes. Of course after..you know..I moved into the compound, because Asgard kinda...died..screw you mom!.. We called off our engagement.

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Ding

The elevator opens. We all stand ready to greet them. I run to the front of the group. "Ahh I missed you!" I squeal and hug everyone.

I start to notice someone's missing. My heart sinks.  I begin checking my surroundings, Maybe I just didn't see him come in.

"Hey! y/n are you okay?" Makkari signs a worried look painting her face. "Yeah, did Druig happen to come with you guys?" I sign back. "He should've been right behi-"

Ding

The elevator opens again. I immediately turn my attention to the dark haired man entering.

"Druig!" I yell running towards him.

I wrap my arm around him as he lifts me off the ground. "Sorry I'm late" he whispers and I can practically feel his smirk.

I pull away while he keeps his arms around my waist. I move my hands to hold his face. "I thought you didn't come." I whisper to him staring in his almost silver eyes. He's so pretty.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips "My sweet sweet y/n, I'd never skip an opportunity to see you again." He leans in just enough to give me a small peck on the tip of my nose.

I giggle as I pull him in for another quick hug. Uhem, we're pulled out of our moment by someone clearing their throat.

We pull away from each other facing the rest of the group. "Right, everyone this is Druig my..um..friend, Dru these are the Avengers."

-

After the meeting everyone spent the rest of the day just getting to know each other. During the meeting we had all decided they'd move into the compound and help us on missions for a bit.

I lean over to my right where Druig sits and whisper just low enough for only him to hear. "Dru, do you wanna go do something else."

"Yeah" he whispers back. We stand and make our way to the balcony for some fresh air.

"So miss y/n you look very different." He says once we're finally alone. "Well yeah, now that there's no Asgard to be princess of , bye bye fancy dresses."

"Good" he says with a small smile. "Good?"

"Yeah, good. I think this suits you better." He says turning his head to look at me. " You don't think I looked good in dresses?" I say looking at him with a confused expression.

"No, you looked good, beautiful even. Just.." He trails off glancing at my lips then back at the stars. "Never mind"

"What? You can't do that!" I say touching his shoulder. "Okay, okay. Just, are you still engaged?" He asks.

I laugh. He gives me a confused look scratching the back of his neck. "What? Why are you laughing?" He says.

"It's just..you're cute and dare I say..a little jealous?" I say a smirk playing on my face. "Wha- I, I'm not..jealous. Why would I be jealous I've always known you'd have to-" I'm not sure where this sudden rush of confidence comes from, but our lips are already connecting.

When we finally pull apart our foreheads still connected, The butterflies begin to catch up to me. His hand resting on my face as the other holds my waist. He lets out a small laugh "I'm gonna take that as a no."

"Good." We pull apart, I turn looking towards the city in attempt to hide the scarlet glow creeping into my face. "Good?" He says mirroring my actions hands now on the balcony railing.

Missing the way they felt around me. "Dru" I say just above a whisper. "Yeah"

"You know that I love you, right?" I notice him shift a bit closer to me. "Of course, I love you too." He says a small smile tugging at his lips. "No Dru, I like, really love you."

He touches my arm with one hand, and with the other softly turns my face to look up at him. "Oh my sweet sweet y/n, I know what you ment."

[demolition-lesbians]

Rolling Stone #1119 December 9, 2010 - The Playlist Issue

(click for better quality) Here's the playlist if you want to take a listen! Transcript:

Gerard Way: Glam Rock

My Chemical Romance's frontman grew up a metalhead, but when he heard Iron Maiden's lead singer, Bruce Dickinson, cover Mott the Hoople's "All the Young Dudes," he discovered a whole other world, "I knew I had to find out more," Way says, "To some people, glam is just about makeup. To me, it's a very magical thing almost like witchcraft."

1: "Ziggy Stardust" David Bowie, 1972

This song defines glam. It was also the first thing in rock that really challenged people's notions of sexual orientation. Bowie actually sings about a man's ass! 2: "Children of the Revolution" T. Rex, 1972

You always knew Bowie would make it out alive and turn into another character; with Marc Bolan you didn't know that. He came across as very vulnerable. 3: "All the Young Dudes" Mott the Hoople, 1972

This is kind of a cheat because David Bowie wrote it for them, but I always preferred the Mott the Hoople version. By this point, Bowie was talking about the actual glam movement, which is why it's about kids stealing makeup and breaking into unlocked cars. Glam became about the kid in the room, the poster on the wall, putting on a women's short fur coat and eyeliner, with no shirt on, just listening to this music. 4: "Ballroom Blitz" Sweet, 1973

They completely break the fourth wall when the song opens up and they're calling each other by name. We emulated that on our song "Vampire Money." It literally starts out just like "Ballroom Blitz" does. 5: "Cum On Feel the Noize" Slade, 1973

Obviously, everybody knows this for the Quiet Riot version, but when you hear the original you realize just how bold it is. The soundscape they created is probably one of the best out of all the glam-rock bands. 6: "Love Is the Drug" Roxy Music, 1975

Roxy Music took the glam thing and then modified it. Bryan Ferry looks nothing like a glam artist, and that's what I love about him. He's wearing this great suit and he's got short hair and he's so romantic. Maybe some people wouldn't consider Roxy Music a glam band, but I do, for a lot of reasons. A major one is that they used to have Brian Eno behind the keyboard wearing feathers on his shoulders and eye shadow.

7: "Needles in the Camel's Eye" Brian Eno, 1974

Speaking of Eno, this is the first track on his first solo album. It's the glammiest track on the record. As soon as he finishes that song, he's almost over it, and he's moved on to something else. Besides Bowie, Eno is still the most important artist to me of the glam scene. When you heard his first album, you knew it was gonna be his last glam record. He just needed to do it once and he was done. 8: "Clones (We're All)" Alice Cooper, 1980

With "Clones," Alice Cooper was moving into the glam of the future, like this kind of Blade Runner replicant version of glam. Alice Cooper doesn't get enough credit for being a glam artist. A lot of people just say, "Oh, he's shock rock," but I think he's way more Rocky Horror than he is shock rock. 9: "48 Crash" Suzi Quatro, 1973

She's the most unsung glam rocker. She's also the prototype for the Runaways. "48 Crash" is one of her more aggressive songs. She looks amazing on the cover, wearing this black cat suit. Everything about the song is magic. 10: "Personality Crisis" New York Dolls, 1973

They were a lot more punk, but I will always consider the New York Dolls glam by the nature of how they looked and their attitude. They took glam to America and really challenged the sexuality of it. They also had Johnny Thunders, who's basically like the American Mick Ronson.

[avoxrising]

Miss Nectarine ~ Johanna Mason x Femme Reader

Warnings: Homphobia

This is a hunger games one shot based on the song Miss Nectarine by Ashnikko. Enjoy :)

It started when we were 14. District 7 was unbearably hot in August so you and your best friend Johanna decided to go down to the lake and swim. The specific lake you went to was small and somewhat out of the way of most people in your district, so you two often opted to swim sans clothing as you couldn’t afford bathing suits and wearing wet jeans sucked.

“Earth to y/n,” Johanna states, snapping you out of your trance. You definitely weren’t staring at her…

“What?” you ask.

“We should get going,” Johanna says as she wades towards shore to put back on her clothes. “The mill will be closing for the day soon and I don’t want the creepy old lumberjack men coming over to our lake to stare at us.”

“Fine,” you relent as you exit the water and put on your clothes as well.

“Tomorrow meet me at the lumber yard by my house at dawn,” you tell her. This was your favorite place to meet up besides the lake. She agrees and you depart for your house.

Your parents were less than enthused about your friendship with Johanna. Many townsfolk had seen you two skinny dipping and no matter how many times both of you had told your parents you were just friends, the neighbors still gossiped.

Being gay in District 7 was seen as a big no no. The people in the district were weirdly spiritual, believing that if you were gay you would go to a bad place in the afterlife. Neither you nor Johanna believed any of it but it was hard to avoid hearing it.

You actually met Johanna at a spiritual service your parents took you to for the autumn festival a few years ago. Johanna was the only other girl your age who didn’t seem to be into the lessons either. And she was undeniably attractive.

“Were you out with Johanna again?” your mother asks as you arrive home, noticing your wet hair.

“Yea uh we just went swimming,” you reply. “It’s hot.”

“Y/n what did I tell you about going swimming with Johanna?” your mother scolds you. “People are going to think you’re a homosexual and burn you at the stake.”

You quickly head to your room, realizing that what your mother said was correct even if it wasn’t fair.

Meeting up with Johanna in the mornings before school was always your favorite time of day. The lumber yard by your house sat on a hill that was perfect for watching the sunrise over the forest. The two of you often used this time to laugh about the people at school or talk about the latest neighborhood gossip.

“Omg y/n I met the cutest guy on my walk home yesterday!” Johanna gushes to you.

“Oh uh what’s his name?” you ask.

“His name is Jack and he’s in the grade above us. The super cute guy with the brown spiked hair,” she replies.

“I think I’ve seen him,” you shrug.

“He wants to hang out after school today and I’m so nervous,” Johanna exclaims. “What if he wants to kiss me?”

“Then you kiss him,” you state.

“But I don’t know how to kiss people,” Johanna sighs, seemingly frustrated with herself.

After a moment of silence, Johanna suddenly blurts out, “Can we practice? Kissing I mean. I want to know what I’m doing when Jack kisses me.”

Stupidly agreeing, you proceed to kiss Johanna, the girl you have had a crush on for 2 years, and a girl who would never love you back. Kissing her was even better than you had pictured it, but she was the most boy crazy person you knew. No matter what there would always be boys that would be her first choice over you.

Your routine of practicing kissing with Johanna continues up until you’re 16. You claim it’s so you can “get really good at it” but really you just want to kiss her. In those moments you can close your eyes and pretend she’s really yours.

Meetups now involve liquor and short shorts as you continue riding the fuzzy line between friends and more than friends. It was never more than kissing, and never more than platonic on her end, but you wish it was something real.

This dream shatters when her mother catches you two kissing at the lumber yard one morning. Johanna had forgotten her lunch at home so her mother had gone to your house in an attempt to find her, and your mother pointed her in the direction of the lumber yard. Her mother flew into a rage, more over the kissing than the alcohol, and dragged Johanna by her hair back to her house, screaming at her the whole way.

You immediately followed and tried to apologize. Saying how it was all your idea and Johanna had nothing to do with it. Tears streamed down your face as you realized what Johanna’s parents would do to her. No matter how much you tried to take the blame for what happened, you both were now painted as “sexual deviants”. Maybe if you attended more spiritual events with your mother this feeling inside of you would go away, and you would be seen as normal. Maybe you could “fix” yourself in the eyes of your community.

You didn’t see Johanna for almost a year after that date. Her parents sent her off to a camp for troubled youth and your parents grounded you and kept you in the house. Every single day you wished you could go back and undo it all; save Johanna from the punishments she’s enduring. It’s not fair. Maybe one day you’ll live in a district where you could love anyone you wanted to, but not now and not here in 7.

The next time you saw Johanna was at the reaping ceremony. Her hair was longer and her body seemed strong. The camp she had attended was known for working the kids in the forests so her muscles had grown. She seemed angry and dejected, as if she was still being punished for what happened. You wanted more than anything to go stand next to her but her mother would have your head if she caught you.

After that day you realized that you could never have Johanna. Your boy crazy best friend was shipped off to the games and came back a victor. She moved to the other side of the district and now had her choice of any boy she wanted. You would always be the second choice.

She was your Miss Nectarine, and you were the girl who ruined her life.

[stanchett]

hello, I loved your Gwen fic! Idk if you do Lucifer requests, but I would love to request a Lucifer x Human reader where they meet on earth and the reader doesn't know Lucifer is actually the devil. She only finds out when she is already so enamoured that she doesn't care anymore. Thank you if you decide to write this! :))

Thanks so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy! :)

(This is un-beta'd, apologies for any mistakes I might've missed)

In Mourning

Lucifer Morningstar x fem!human!reader

Warnings: grief, hurt & comfort

2k+ words

Your feet dragged through the cemetery, your heart still heavy with loss. A week without your best friend felt like an eternity, and you did everything you could to distract yourself from the pit in your stomach but found yourself visiting her grave daily. Fresh flowers in hand, you approached the marble slab and dropped to your knees, the overwhelming rush of heartbreak washing over you. Despite knowing she couldn’t hear you, you told her everything that had been on your mind that day through the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. You traced your fingers over her name, elegantly embossed in the stone, and you almost wished to join her. The passing thought scared you, and you hung your head and allowed yourself to sob. Through your tears, you failed to realize that a stranger had been silently watching you from a distance. 

Wiping away the remnants of your tears at last, you begrudgingly stood to leave, placing the flowers in the cup of water in the ground. Your eye caught on someone sitting on a bench before a statue of the Virgin Mary, smiling up at her in a way that made you feel uneasy. You thought it odd, looking away to scoop up your remaining belongings before looking back up. They were standing now, and moving in your direction. You sighed to yourself, mentally unprepared to speak to anyone after your last half hour of crying. You were sure you looked terrible. As they got closer, you noticed they were beautiful; adorned in a white suit with white heels to match, light blonde hair in perfect relaxed curls, and they were tall. Very tall. Over 6 feet at least. They had a certain aura about them, and you felt strangely comforted in their presence as they approached. 

“What weighs on your heart, young one?” Their voice was even, with undertones of genuine concern. ‘Young one’? You couldn’t have been much younger than they were, although their manner of speaking made them sound timeless. You looked away with a forced smile to shield your grief. They came to a halt a few paces away, carefully processing your reaction. Anyone close to you would’ve known better than to ask what was wrong. You looked up again, willing away any stray tears at their question, and found it difficult to look them in the eye. They intimidated you.

“Oh I.. lost a friend recently. I was just visiting with her. Or trying to…” Your shoulders dropped in defeat. You knew it sounded ridiculous, visiting someone who was no longer living as if they still were. But the stranger only smiled in understanding, and you felt a small sense of relief come over you. 

“Walk with me,” was all they said, turning away from you. Slightly confused but enjoying their company, you obliged. The two of you strode together in silence for a short while, enjoying the chirping birds and gentle breeze blowing around you. It was a beautiful afternoon, and you found the cemetery to be quite peaceful despite your sadness.

“Grief is an interesting creature, is it not?” Your head jerked in surprise at their sudden words, disrupting the stillness between you. You nodded in response, your eyes grazing over the names and dates of the headstones as you passed. 

“Oh… Yeah, I guess it is,” you answered a little awkwardly, not sure what else to say. Your mind was still somewhat clouded from crying. “Have you lost anyone close to you?” You almost feel silly asking, but you needed something to distract you from thinking about your friend. You missed her dearly and knew she should be the one taking a walk with you.

A smirk plays on the stranger’s face, their hands clasping behind their back. “Yes, I suppose I have. Almost everyone, in fact.” Your heart sank for them, and you cursed yourself for asking such an imposing question. You couldn’t help but wonder what that felt like. You let the silence take hold again between you for a moment, but your curiosity quickly got the better of you.

“Does it ever get easier like they say it does?” You felt your eyes prick with fresh tears again, but you quickly blinked them away. 

“With time. I suppose it does become easier to cope with, yes,” they said definitively, glancing down at you to catch your ponderous gaze. There was something in those eyes you couldn’t quite place, but you were intrigued nonetheless. You came to a stop in front of a small pond, surrounded by beautiful flowers and a few looming statues. Leaning toward the water’s edge, you caught a glimpse of your reflection and immediately regretted it. Your eyes were still slightly swollen and your cheeks tinged pink, though the latter could be due to your encounter with this beautiful stranger. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw them reach down to pick something up. Lowering yourself onto a nearby bench, they took a step to stand beside you, and held out a pristine white rose for you to take. You looked into their eyes with a kind smile and took it blindly from their grasp, your fingers brushing in the process. You dropped your gaze to take in its beauty before bringing the seemingly-perfect flower to your nose, its sweet scent wafting into your senses. Before you could offer your thanks, their voice was in your ear.

“Those we love are closer than we think.” You turned around to ask what they meant by that, only to find yourself completely alone, your sole company being the rose in your fingertips, its petals now black as night. 

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Four more visits you’d had to the cemetery with no sign of your mysterious stranger. You of course told your best friend all about them, your words falling on deaf ears. You knew she would’ve been just as invested as you were in learning more about them, and the thought brought you some much needed comfort. You wondered if you kept visiting for her, or for the chance to run into them again. It was on the fifth day that you finally saw them again, walking alone among the graves, still dressed in white from head to toe. It was a stark contrast against the green of the freshly-mown grass and darkened evening sky. As you approached your usual spot beside the rectangle of stone in the ground, their head turned to you, having already paused themselves before the grave you were headed toward. They raised their palm gracefully in greeting, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. 

“I wondered when I might see you again,” you teased, their eyes sweeping over you. You noticed a hint of nervousness taking hold at the way they looked you over, your stomach filling with butterflies. “Would you like to sit with me?” you asked, half expecting them to turn you down. You wouldn’t be surprised if they did, you normally spent this time crying your eyes out to your best friend anyway. You were pleased, however, when they lowered themselves to the ground, sitting with their legs extended beside you, one crossed over the other. It was such a simple act, yet they made it seem so regal.

“I suppose I can stay for a bit,” they replied, leaning back on their hands to watch you sit. You eased down beside them facing the grave, a solemn reminder of the reason you started coming here in the first place. Keeping your tears at bay, you looked in their direction, suddenly hesitant to meet their eyes. A question arose in you and you asked it before you could stop yourself.

“Where did you go? You disappeared on me the other day.” Their brow furrowed in thought, and you regretted being so forward immediately. You hardly knew this person, you remembered. What right did you have to know what they were up to? They answered nonetheless, apparently able to look past the prying nature of your question.

“I had some business to attend to. A few other souls were in need of guidance.” Their reply only puzzled you further, making them sound like a therapist or some kind of cult leader. They were certainly dressed like one.

“What kind of business? Can I ask what it is you do?” Their eyes took on a darker glint. Suddenly you weren’t sure that you really wanted an answer to that question.

“I am in the business of life and death... And judgment,” was their response. You leaned away to gauge their expression, now an amused one. Your eyebrows raised at their words, a million more questions flooding your thoughts. You don’t ask them, just allowed their statement to hang in the air. They had their hooks in you and you desperately wanted to know everything about them. After all, you didn’t even know their name.

After a beat, they stared off into the distance, watching the sun go down. As if able to read your mind, they volunteered, “Lucifer Morningstar. That is who I am.”

You held back a laugh, immediately discrediting their confession. “Like… the fallen angel?” Their head whipped around, anger igniting in their features. Your face fell at their seriousness. You still didn’t believe them, but something in the air around you both changed, as though suddenly charged with electricity. All of your nerves were on edge, but you had a hard time feeling anything other than adoration for this stranger who had brought you so much comfort in just the couple of times you’d met. 

“As in, the Ruler of Hell.” They swiftly rose to their feet, and you clambered up to join them. With their hands interlocked at their front, you heard a noise behind them. At that moment, the sun dropped below the horizon, blanketing the sky in deep oranges and purples. They turned as if to leave and you reached for their arm, and that’s when you saw them; a set of massive black wings with horned tips, longer than you were tall. A sharp gasp left  your throat, taken aback by them. You momentarily wondered how they kept them hidden during your last meeting. You would’ve noticed that detail before as it would’ve been hard to miss. 

“Wait! Don’t go..” The pleading nature of your words embarrassed you, but you were enamored with this being, this Lucifer Morningstar. They looked at you over their shoulder with a sly smile, satisfied that you were finally convinced of their identity. You reached out to them again, your fingers ghosting over the leathery flesh of their wings, not daring to touch them. They fluttered when your fingers got too close, recoiling from your fingertips. 

“They’re so beautiful,” you whispered without thinking, lowering your hand as they turned to face you again. You felt inferior to them, and almost considered kneeling before them when they took a step toward you. Wordlessly, they reached forward and cupped your cheeks in their hands, urging you to look up at them. Their eyes glistened in the fading daylight, a thoughtful smile on their lips.

“I have been watching you for some time, and I could no longer find the will to stay away,” you felt dizzy at their admission, a strange mix of emotion overcoming you. How long had they been observing you from afar? At that moment, you didn’t care. You felt your heart clench and your stomach fill with nervousness again as they lowered themselves to be eye-level with you. 

“So don’t,” Your eyes flicked to their lips, this perfect being laying themselves bare to you filling you with a feeling you couldn’t begin to explain. Leaning in, they captured your lips in a soft kiss, more gentle than the breeze on the day you met. When you parted, you saw something in their eyes akin to sorrow; they couldn’t stay in this realm and they knew it. “Take me with you."

They smiled at your request, placing another kiss on your forehead. “Are you prepared to enter the gates of Hell?” The question caught you off guard, almost certain they wouldn’t consider for a moment letting you join them in their dominion. You only nodded in reply, thoroughly prepared to part from this realm if it meant being by their side. Taking your hand, they lead you from your place in the cemetery, and you hoped you would be seeing your best friend much sooner than you’d hoped.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Man In Black

Summary: Jake Kiszka X fem reader, set in the early 1950s the reader struggles through a romance with a criminal. I couldn’t shake this idea after seeing Jake in the new black suit so here ya go!

Warnings: 18+ only! Not for minors! fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), some p in v, slight dom Jake, sorry if I missed anything

Word count: 4.8k

The streets were dark and quiet at this hour, but you actually preferred making the walk from the schoolhouse to your flat at night. The cool breeze and the hazy glow from the street lamps always gave you time to think.

Tonight started out feeling like any other night, as the sound of your block heels hitting the paved walkway with every step lulled you into a near sleep-like drift home.

That was until the hairs on the back of your neck stood to a point, your skin prickling with the feeling of being watched.

You slowed your walk, stepping more gently, and your ears focused in on the sound of a secondary pair of footsteps following closely behind you.

You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself to confront your stalker as you came to a halt just a block from your destination.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk home alone at night?” A slightly raspy yet light voice called out to you.

Although your blood was still pumping at a high rate, your heart soared into the top of your chest when you easily realized who it was just by his sound. “You’re the only man who’s ever approached me in the middle of the night, Jacob Thomas Kiszka”. You could already picture his face behind you, his plump and rosy lips curling in a smirk when you successfully identified him.

“Is that right? Well I guess I’m the only danger here then”. He let out a breathy chuckle, quiet hums of amusement cut short by the brisk night air.

“You’re entirely right” you smiled, turning on your heel and jumping into his arms. He embraced you back, tightly wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and squeezing your frame against his. “How long are you here for?” You mumbled into the collar of his coat. Although your unexpected reunion was thrilling, you knew better than to get too excited.

He loosened his hold on you, taking a step back so you could speak face to face now. “Just about 20 hours doll”.

Under the streetlamp you let yourself take him in. He looked like a ghost suddenly appearing before you, just as you had last seen him only painstakingly different all at the same time.

His coat was nice, nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in before, black satin cut and put together in a way that broadened his usually narrow and delicate frame. He looked more filled out as well, like he had really been doing well for himself, and it looked good on him. Way too good.

To match his new coat he had on a pair of black slacks and black heeled boots giving him that extra inch of height he always craved but never quite bothered you.

One of his hands was full like usual, carrying his one and only prize possession, a heavy looking black guitar case. The other was also carrying something much smaller.

He followed your eyes as they trailed down his arm and he lifted it to reveal a bottle of dark red wine. “Picked this up in Chicago, as soon as I saw it I thought y’know who will love this? and all I thought of was you. So then I was on the first train here, just got out of the station. Figured you were still livin’ at the same place. Saw you walking by yourself”. He recounted his steps that led him here, but something about it sounded too good to be true, surely he had some other ‘business’ here as he always did.

“Little daring of you to be coming home right now, I hear they’re out looking for you again” a sudden realization washed over you as soon as the words left your mouth and you quickly hooked your arm under his, leading him off the sidewalk. Even if it was late, you had been standing outside with him for too long, you needed to get him inside.

“They’re always looking for me” he chuckled again, but allowed you to tug him off to your place, that having been his intention the entire time.

“Well maybe if you weren’t a wanted criminal” you scolded him, just as you always did on these unscheduled visits.

“If I wasn’t a criminal what?” He urged you to finish your sentence, always pushing you to rethink your morals when he was in question.

“Doesn’t matter, because you are, and I don’t want to see you getting arrested at my doorstep, now get inside” you pulled your keys out of your coat pocket when you arrived at your flat, quickly unlocking the door and ushering him inside.

Once safe from any prying eyes that could recognize him, you let out a sigh as you watched him place his guitar case down and slowly begin to reacquaint himself with your small studio apartment.

For a moment your eyes remained on the case in the entryway, it looked so common and unassuming, but you knew locked inside was not only a guitar, but hidden tools of his trade.

-

You grew up with Jake, just outside of town, your family farm having been next to his. Jake was a lively young man and a hard worker, tending to the upkeep of his family’s property along with his brothers.

It didn’t take long for the innocent little girl that you were to fall for him and his charm as soon as the two of you were old enough to truly understand what a crush was.

Your family didn’t agree with your choice of date though. They wanted you to marry into a white-collar family, get you out of the country and making a real living.

Back then you refused every other male they sent your way, building up quite the reputation of being a stiff-skirt until not many appropriate suitors kept coming. Eventually you finished school and got yourself a job in town teaching, proving to your father you didn’t need a man to raise you up, you did it all on your own.

Jake distanced himself from you during your short term courtships, and in the meantime he got caught up in his own city life.

The two of you were reunited at a small club, the other teachers at the schoolhouse dragging you out when they found out you were still single and living on your own.

You hadn’t expected to meet anyone that night, let alone Jake again, but the moment your eyes locked from across the sea of tables and swaying skirts, a fire was reignited deep within you.

When Jake approached, it was evident he wasn’t the same ol’ country boy you grew up with. He was dressed in all black that night as well, his signature look now, as he held out his hand and invited you to a dance.

“Never expected to see you here” he smiled slyly as he guided you towards the small dance floor in front of the stage where the band played jazzy music to keep the guests of the club entertained. “You look” he held your shoulders as he examined you in your nicest dress. Despite your initial unwillingness to go out, you had ended up enjoying dressing yourself up with your matching gloves and extra bit of makeup. “You look like a real life doll, absolutely gorgeous” he took your hands in his again, and attempted to dance with you.

You giggled as his feet kept getting mixed up with yours, grinning widely as a blush colored his face. He clearly wasn’t one for dancing, but he was trying to impress you like he always did.

“What’s happened to you Jacob?” You questioned where he had gone, remembering all the times you visited home and hoped you would get to see him again.

“Had to get out of there, make something of myself. Tried to start a band, you know how I loved playing the guitar for you?”

You nodded your head, remembering many nights the two of you would sneak out to meet at the pond that lay at the back of your two properties. You would bring a quilt and he would bring his guitar and the two of you would sit there late into the night talking, listening to him write songs, and sometimes when he was bold enough you would let him steal a few kisses.

“Well, I met quite a few people along the way. Other musicians, some guys who work in the stock market, investors and what not, ended up getting real interested in banking”.

“Banking?” You were surprised, never imagining the Jake you grew up knowing to be privy to a profession such as banking, but maybe he’d grown up to be the man your father always expected you to be with, and maybe you weren’t so against the idea any longer. “So what, you’re making money to start investing?”

“More like some people have invested in me, my ear specifically” he sounded like he was trying to tell you something more, get you to read between the lines, but you were not following him.

“That’s really great Jake, I can’t wait to see how it turns out for you” at the time you were proud of him, part of you wishfully thinking that your time to be happy together had finally arrived.

The dance the two of you had finally managed to get down came to a finish and he walked you back to your table. “Listen, I’m going to be leaving tomorrow, for a while, but it was really nice to see you again. Honestly sweetheart I-” he was looking down at his feet, his voice was getting caught up, like he was afraid he might never see you again so he had to get everything off his chest now while he had the chance. Then he looked back up, locking eyes with you again, “You know I always loved you right? Never loved a girl so much in my life, and now I meet you here, I meet this beautiful woman and I just can’t help but regret leaving before I ever told you”.

“Jake…” your voice trailed off because you felt tears pricking your eyes by his heartfelt words. You wanted to tell him you felt the same, that you had fought off every other man who had ever looked your way in keeping hopes that he would make this very confession to you. Only you didn’t feel like the woman he made you out to be, there was always one thing missing, and you wanted him to make you into that woman.

Your grip on his sleeve tightened keeping him there with you before he disappeared from you again. “Before you leave” you spoke up, hoping you weren’t being too forward, “would you come stay with me? Tonight? It’s the weekend so I don’t have a class tomorrow”.

“You’re a teacher?” Was his first question, smiling at the detail “of course you are”.

“So?” He hadn’t given you an answer, and you would be way too embarrassed if he declined your invitation after all the signals he’d been giving you tonight. “Before your umm, business trip, I’d like for you to come over”.

He pulled his arm from your hold, but only so he could move it to cup your face with his palm. Leaning over be gave you a subtle kiss on the cheek and whispered into your ear. “Of course, how could I ever say no to an invitation from you?”

That night was the first of many nights you shared your bed with Jake, but it stuck out to you as your favorite because then you didn’t know what he had done. You didn’t know how he had thrown your whole life together away before it had ever even started.

When Jake was gone the next morning you felt a pang of sadness, but convinced yourself that he’d come back soon and you could be together at last. It wasn't until three days later when you were at the shop that you saw the papers and heard the men outside talking.

“They’re saying it’s the biggest bank robbery this county has ever seen, only a true genius could have cracked that vault open”.

With your interest peaked you grabbed a paper, paying the tenant at the booth before carrying your groceries and reading the headline report.

Experts theorize the vault was broken into Friday night. The thief used specialized tools and a sharply tuned ear to crack the lock and get the vault open.

You stopped in your tracks, a hot wave of realization washing over you as you recalled Jake's peculiar conversation.

“I’ve gotten real interested in banking… some people have invested in my ear specifically”

You could not believe the picture you were putting together. Jake robbed that bank and you knew it. You could have told someone, submitted an anonymous police report, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him in even as the reports of more bank robberies from around the country came rolling in.

You started to expect you would never see him again. That he was gone touring the country with a band of criminal masterminds. Six months later though, once the newspapers and radio reporters started to let the story die down for a bit, he appeared out of nowhere and all you could do was be glad to see him, falling right back into his arms once more.

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“Just one more glass, for me doll, then I’m yours for the night” his voice was as smooth as the velvety red liquid that he poured. His eyes were trained on his steady hand as his proximity gave you the opportunity to examine his features close up.

The dim lighting cast a shadow on his brow, but his eyes soaked in the candle light, sparkling irises wrapped in a dark chocolatey halo. A hint of stubble was starting to form on his upper lip and chin and you wondered how that might feel grazing against the soft supple skin of your thighs. You imagined it’d be similar to the way your wool skirt sometimes caught on your stockings.

“So as soon as this glass is empty, I can have you?” You baited him as he finished his pour. He nodded with a smirk, sitting back in his seat and finishing off the rest of the bottle in his own glass.

You waited for him to take a sip, eyes locked with yours in anticipation of what the night held as he brought the rim to his lips, the lips you so desperately wanted to be the one caressing right now.

With one confident tilt of your wrist the contents of your glass poured out onto the floor, and in a moment, your glass was empty.

You turned the glass right side up and brought it in front of your face, a faux shocked expression hiding a smile. “Oh, look, empty”.

Jake sat in silence for a moment, utterly surprised by your blatant mocking, then slowly lowered his glass back onto the table.

Before you could utter another snarky peep of disobedience, Jake flew across the table capturing your neck in his grip and bringing his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Do you expect to be rewarded for that behavior?” He growled, nipping at your jaw with his pearly white teeth.

“No sir, I expect to be punished. That’s why you’re here right? To hurt me? To love me so hard that I can’t think of anything other than you as I lay in bed for a countless number of nights until my heart can’t take it any longer?” You felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes just imagining the pain you knew you were going to wake up with in the morning when he was gone again. Just a ghost of the night, forever haunting you.

“So you want it to be rough? You don’t want me to make love to you anymore?” He was growing angrier by the second. Not at you, not at what you’d done, but at the situation the two of you were in. In truth, he hated it as much as you did. To be free of the infatuation he had on you was a code he’d never learned to crack even as the best vault cracker this country had ever seen.

You whimpered underneath him, spreading your legs and slumping down in your chair. The hand that wasn’t on your throat caressed your thigh, pushing your skirt up until it was bunched at your waist.

“What do you want?” He asked again, the sparkle in his eyes igniting into full blow fires.

“Your fingers” you muttered, grabbing onto his forearm and sliding further down in the chair, your hands on each other the only thing keeping you from falling into the floor.

Although he knew which fingers you meant, the ones around your throat tightened as he slammed his lips into yours, wasting no time in lapping his tongue into your open mouth. Your vision began to blur so you let your eyes flutter closed, trying desperately to kiss him back but his grip was keeping you still. His hand on your thigh began to trail inwards, grazing over your center, but he wouldn’t be able to go very far here, not with your stockings still on.

Instead of letting you up to get undressed, you felt his fingers dig into the seam of the delicate tights, hooking them in and pulling until they were ripping apart. “You going to make a mess on my fingers just like you did on the floor?” He let his grip loosen so you could respond to him, but your mind was too fuzzy to form any coherent words. Instead you just bit into your lip and nodded wildly as his fingers now worked at pulling your panties to the side.

“Not good enough” he urged you, teasing your already soaked entrance, “I want to hear you beg for it”.

Your voice erupted from you as his thumb brushed ever so slightly over your clit. “Please Jakey! Please use your fingers!”

In the far and few times he’d been able to make his way back to you, the love making had always been extraordinary. From the very first time your bodies connected they understood each other, it was no struggle to make the other feel like they were descending on cloud nine. In the in between times, you made do with yourself, and found imagining your fingers were his could did the trick just as well. Now it was real, and you wanted your fantasies played out. Each time you were together growing more and more intense to hold you over. Never knowing when the next time would be.

He pushed his fingers into you slowly and you let out a moan at the welcome intrusion. “That’s it, I’m here love, give yourself over to me”. He began to pump his fingers as soon as he felt you settle around him, watching as your chest began heaving. The hand on your throat slipped down and his nimble fingers deftly undid the buttons on your silk blouse. The way his fingers could work on two separate things at once was impressive to you but then you remembered how skilled he had always been with his hands at everything he’d set his mind to.

Just as you were about to beg him again for more, his fingers retreated from you leaving you whimpering and gasping like a fish out of water with shock. Not even giving you a chance to utter any form of protest he scooped you up from the chair and brought you back down onto the table top.

“Jacob!” You gasped but he ignored your startled yawping, sliding the chair you were just lifted from to face backwards in front of you.

Straddling the chair, he helped you place your heels onto the edge of the table then ran his hand up your stomach, pressing back against your chest to get you to lean back and angle your hips towards him in what you only imagined was a very lewd display.

“You know the wine you so ungraciously spilled?” he smirked up at you from between your legs as he began to run his two fingers back through your still slick folds. “Pairs very well with desserts. I debated picking up something on my way, but all the shops were closed”.

Your legs were shaking with anticipation and also struggling to keep your legs perched on the table with the ruined stockings you still wore making it terribly hard to get any sort of grip.

Encircling one tremoring ankle in his grip, he pulled your legs further apart so he could fit his body easily between, the smirk returning to his face as he admired what he saw. “I guess you will have to do instead”.

Then his face disappeared from your sight, your head slumping back in bliss as his mouth made delicious contact with your core. He was pumping his fingers inside you again, this raised position gaining him even deeper access than before, and his tongue was furiously attacking your sweet bundle of nerves.

You were trying to keep your voice down, knowing well that the walls of your quaint little flat were paper thin, but he was making it increasingly more difficult as he curled his fingers upwards, keeping them buried deep while he made a beckoning motion, calling you towards your inevitable climax.

“How do you think you will taste?” He paused his movements with his tongue to speak when he knew you were getting close. “How about I give you a taste of yourself then you can lick up that mess you made off the floor?”

He let his hand slow down when you didn’t give him a response.

“Yes sir! I’ll clean it up, just-” his fingers sped back up again cutting you off with another drawn out moan.

“Just what?” He chuckled, his face was still so close you could feel the slight displacement of air against your aching center.

“Just use your mouth again, please, I need it”.

“I don’t think you do doll, you’re doing very well just like this”. You whimpered again, teetering on the edge, just waiting and hoping for him to give in.

“I’ll give you what you want, but I expect an apology after. An apology for taunting me and making me treat you this way”.

“I’m sorry!” You didn’t need to wait until after, the words were already pouring out of you. “I’m sorry I said all of that, I missed you so much, missed your touch, missed your voice, missed your cock…”

A groan traveled through him with your heartfelt apology, resuming where he was with his tongue on you again. He was humming with satisfaction as his saliva mixed with your arousal, creating a dark stain on the remnants of your stockings. Then he puckered his lips and gave the bud one hard suck sending you spiraling into your release.

Your arms flailed across the table, knocking your glass to the floor with a sharp crash, another mess to clean. Finding the edge, you gripped the wood to ground yourself as you felt your body soar.

Jake retreated his fingers, but his mouth remained, diving his tongue inside feeling your quivering walls.

When he felt pleased with the mess he’d made of you, he stood back up, kicking the chair to the side and leaning his body along yours.

You crashed your lips into his, taking him up on the promise to taste yourself on him.

“Fuck, I missed you too”. You let your legs slip off the edge, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer.

Even through his pants, you felt his bulge pressing up against your now overly sensitive center. “Well darlin’ are you going to finish your meal on the table? Or would you rather take it to the bedroom?”

-

“So, I’ve heard you’ve been seen with a fuzz” Jake commented with a cigarette pulled out of his crumpled old box showing that he’d had this pack for quite some time. He cupped his hand over the end as he lit it with his silver zippo then fell back next to you on the bed with a long draw.

“I didn’t know you were keeping such close tabs on me, lover”.

Jake wasn’t trying to insinuate you were going to say anything to the cops about his whereabouts. No, he was curious for other reasons about who you were spending your time around.

“Just didn’t think coppers were your type is all”. He took another drag, then reached over to gently put it out, packing the stub back into the box and leaving it on the nightstand. You guessed when you didn’t know how long it would be before you felt safe enough to show your face in a store then you made what you had last.

“He’s a detective,” you corrected matter-of-factly “and what would my type be then?” Reaching over you smoothed your hand over the expanse of his twisted side, wrapping it around his chest as he settled back down once more. “Devilishly handsome, mysterious, long haired men on the run for felony robbery? I’ll have you know, I’m a very respectable woman that can not be seen with the likes”. You giggled as you cuddled down into his side.

“Devilishly handsome hmm?” He smiled widely as he let his arm that you were now resting your head on wrap around your shoulder. “I’ll have you know, that if I ever had a teacher as beautiful as you I might have stayed in school a little longer”. He stared up at the ceiling, only stealing quick downwards glances towards you to make sure you were staying awake since you had made yourself so comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“I’m a grade school teacher Jacob” you were scolding him, but rubbing little circles on his chest with the pads of your fingers. “The boys in my classroom can hardly sit next to a girl, let alone be eying their teacher”.

“Well, I hardly made it past then. Numbers and letters never made as much sense to me as music notes did” the joking tone in his voice turned into something more along the lines of regret. Regret for many things, for not finishing school, for getting into as many fights as he did, for screwing it up with you.

“Do you like him? He treats you right?” He turned the conversation back around, not wanting to spend too much time reminiscing.

You let your fingers steady, flattening your palm as you sighed. That was a complicated question. If he had asked you just a few years ago, you’d assure him that you would never be happy with anyone else. Now, moving on felt like your best option.

“Yeah, he does. He’s the type to propose soon too, very gentlemanly, will hardly lay a finger on me”.

He took your stilled hand in his, holding your touch to his skin for as long as he could.

“That’s good doll, real good, you deserve someone who can give you everything” he’d stopped sneaking glances now, fixated on the ceiling as he finished his thought in a whisper. “Everything I can’t give you”.

“So I guess this was it then. That was the last time?” Your words stung in your throat as you tried to continue to speak, but you fought through it because you knew the end needed to come. You needed to be done with Jacob Kiszka and he needed to be finally done with you.

Craning your neck to look at him, he finally moved to meet your eyes as well. You tried not to think about it too much, but looking at him now made you question how years of teenage pining for each other, and all the passionate nights losing yourselves in each other ignoring the trivialities of the outside world, could all boil down to this.

“No darling,” he rolled over until he was back on top of you “this is the last time”. With a roll of his hips he was back inside you, moving at an antagonizing slow pace that felt like every inch of him was being pulled in and caressed by every inch of you.

“This is the last time?” You repeated as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

“Shhh” he whispered against your neck, placing sweet kisses everywhere he could as he fucked you again only this time slowly and oh so lovingly.

[luimagines]

I read one of the asks about the Links wanting to court reader, and Four's got me thinking. Cause being tall IS such a big thing nowaday, but like, what about the short kings (and queens) and the average height peeps. Anyways I wrote this based on that :)

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"He's a little short for my taste." "Nuh uh, Y/n you could do so much better." Bringing your boyfriend to meet your friends was a mistake, you had hoped they would keep their comments concerning his height to themselves, but alas, they were back at it again with their short shaming. Four wasn't even here to defend his honor, part of you was relieved he wasn't there to here the rude remarks, the other was disgusted that they were making them behind his back. So you did your best to quiet their voiced opinions, "Please, I find his height cute. There's plenty to him besides physical attractiveness anyways, although he's definitely not lacking in that department. He's cunning and witty, he's such a sweetie it's adorable, he's an accomplished blacksmith and his handiwork is highly revered where he's from. HE'S highly revered where he's from and-" "Okay okay, we get it. All we're saying is that you could do better hon," one of your friends interrupt with. "I beg to differ," you mumble under your breath, absolutely done with your friends.

Later that day Four walks into his house to see you sprawled on his couch. "Y/n?? Weren't you out with your friends?" "Hmm? Yeah, I left early though, got tired of their rude comments. Hi by the way, sorry 'bout crashing at your place, I just needed to get away for a bit y'know?" You drowsily answered once you realized it was Four speaking. Four frowned at your words as he moved to sit beside you on the couch, jumping on you instead when you refused to scooch over, causing you to squawk in suprise. It didn't take long for the two of you to get comfy after Four was finished laughing at your misfortune. "What were they talking about that made you so upset?" Four asked as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, said actions causing you to relax against him. "Wha- oh," you dumbly replied, stiffening up at the mention of your friends. After a moment of hesitation you continued, "They were making comments about your height. Talking about how short you were and saying I could do better or whatever, just a bunch of crap." Four stayed quiet for a bit, you began to get worried you said too much, but before you could say anything Four spoke, "They're not wrong you know. I am pretty short, and you deserve so much better than-" "Shshshshshsh, nuh uh, nope, stop right there, shush." "But-" "Shhhhhhh," you interrupt again, "Are you short? Yes, absolutely, and I love you all the more for it. It suits you. But under no circumstances am I to here you say that I deserve more than you, am I understood?" Four simply nodded, to suprised to actually say anything. "I left early to get away from hearing that. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and the best thing that ever will happen. No one could make me happier and nothing could make me love you more than you being you Link." The two of you sat there quietly, gears obviously turning in Four's head. "Thank you," he whispered softly, "You have no idea how much that means to me, I love you so much." "I know, I love you too."

Oh that's cute!! <3 :)

Thank you so much for sharing. That was lovely.

I say we should acknowledge shortness more- as someone who is short. (But I have to be honest- mostly in guys. No one questioned it if the girl is the short one) XD

Perfect. Love it.

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Let the Games Begin

Part 7

Are You District or Capital

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The morning I believed I would die has come.  

That was the only thing that could run through my mind the second I woke up. Someone had laid out the wet suit that was clearly for the arena environment.  Sliding it on with the boots they had given me.  I was thankful I didn’t really have to do much with my hair since it was so short so it shouldn’t be a problem. 

Leaving my room I halted in my tracks when I came into the living room seeing two peacekeepers and my mother standing before me. “Ariyne, these men are here to escort you.” 

“Escort me to the arena. The Games don’t start for another few hours.” I knitted my brows together with confusion on my face. 

She shakes her head no in response. “I'm not sure, dear. They just told me they are waiting for you.” 

“Okay.” I walked up to the two peacekeepers and they opened the door escorting me to the elevator door. One of them hir the penthouse button making me get extremely nervous when they pushed me out the door and towards the large center door that two different guards opened for me.  Sucking in a shaky breath I stood frozen in the doorway seeing President Snow sitting at a large desk. “President Snow.” 

“Leave us alone.” He held up his hand signaling and all four guards disappeared out of the room.  He pointed to the open seat in front of his desk. “Sit down, Ms. Abernathy.” 

I gulped thickly crossing the room and doing as he told me, figuring that would be the better option then defying him. “What exactly do you want of me, Mr. President?” 

“I wanted to finally meet you after all this time.  It’s a rare feat for anyone in Panem to go undetected for sixteen years.  You’ve escaped the Games and Reaping up until this point. You truly are a snake, dear girl.” 

Twiddling my thumbs in my lap I tried to choose my words carefully. “I wouldn’t say I’m a snake, sir.  I just - my father did whatever he could to protect me.” 

“Have you considered what life you might have had if you been raised here with your mother, Ms. Trinket?” Snow tapped his fingers on the wooden desk. 

“No, I haven’t.  Why do you ask?” 

The President of the Games responded. “I am hoping to offer you something you’ve never had in your life.  I can let you live out the rest of your days here in the Capital and you’ll never have to go to that runt of District 12.”

“Why would you offer me something like that? In your eyes I’m a rebel aren’t I?” I asked him. 

Snow clicked his tongue. “Because you are half the blood of a Capitol citizen. You were denied the lifestyle that you always should have had growing up.” 

“I think I'm okay with how I was raised actually.” 

He shifted his gaze to the golden pin I had taken off the dress I had worn last night during the interview. “That is a pity you don't crave more.  What a lovely pin you have there?” 

“President Snow, what do you really want from me?” 

He leans forward intertwining his hands together sending me a glare across the large desk. “Ms. Abernathy, what I want from you is not an offer.  It's a demand.  Either you agree to become a Capitol Rose and stand beside me or if you refuse you will still be put inside the arena with the other tributes.” 

“Capitol Rose, you want me to be what you did with Finnick Odair.  Sell my body to the citizens or you'll kill my parents.” I gasped, blurting it out putting the pieces together realizing what he was saying. 

Finnick had only mentioned it once to me about what happened.  He mentioned it more as a reminder if we didn't succeed with our plan to think I wasn’t afraid of dying in the arena. 

Snow kept his gaze focused on my eyes waiting for a response. “So what will your answer be?” 

“I - I won't be owned by you.” Closing my eyes I knew I'd signed my death sentence the second the words left my mouth. 

Snow hit a button underneath his desk causing a buzzing noise before three peacekeepers busted into the room. “Such a pity, the Capital citizens rather like you.  Take her to the arena tubes.  She'll still be going into the Games.” 

The two peacekeepers wrapped my arms around my back dragging me out the door and I didn't fight them like I wanted to.  Going down in the elevator and when it opened we walked down until I noticed a long clear tube and my father at the end of the hallway. “Ariyne!” He breathed out, catching my body in his arms once they threw me towards him. 

“Dad, I'm sorry  - I didn't  - couldn't take the deal he forced upon me.’ I croaked out pulling my head away from his chest feeling tears welling in my eyes. 

The peacekeepers had thankfully left the room letting us have the last conversation to ourselves. “It’s okay that you didn't.  His deals are never good for anyone.” 

“I'm scared, dad.  What if five seconds in somebody kills me.” 

He scanned his eyes over my face seeing the same fear he had the day Effie had called him telling him she was pregnant.  It was the uncertainty of what was to come for these Games. “I won't let that happen, sweet girl.  I have some alliances already put into place.  So you will have someone to watch your back.” He explained to me, rubbing his hands down my arms. 

“Ten seconds.” A computer generated voice spoke up. 

Biting my lip I fling my arms around his neck burying my face against his chest. “I love you, dad.” I mumbled through some tears clutching the fabric of his shirt wishing I could just stay in his arms. 

“I love you, Ari.” He mumbled into my hair, kissing the crown of my head.  He helped me step inside the tube still holding my hand until it came down to seal me in so we removed our hands and it raised me up away from his gaze. 

The announcer's voice met my ears before I noticed that the pedestals were separated by water and a large rock island was in the center of the arena.  “Let the 75th Hunger Games begin. May the odds be ever in your favor. 10 - 9 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.” A cannon sound fired off into the air with some of the tribunals already diving into the water. 

I frantically looked around finally diving down into the water swimming for the nearest ledge of rock.  I coughed out some water that had gotten in my mouth using my whole body to get up onto the rock seeing some tributes running on the rock to the weapons. Scrambling to my feet I noticed the closest set of weapons thankfully was a pack of knives. 

Clipping the strap of knives on as fast as I possibly could I heard someone running up behind me and I wasn’t quick enough getting tackled by a male tribute that I remembered as one of the Morphligs from district 6. “Ah no!” I screamed when he pinned my arm down that had the knife in it and the tribute raised his sword about to stab me. 

Yet suddenly the tribute got stabbed in the chest with something that appeared to be a trident. The body fell on top of me where I pushed them off rolling onto my side feeling someone touch my arm so I nearly cut their hand until they grabbed my wrist with their other hand. “Woah, woah, Ari - Ariyne. It’s Finnick.” 

“Finnick - it’s - it’s you.” I sighed slightly in relief staring into his sea green eyes. 

“Yeah it’s me. Come on, let's find the others.” He nodded simply helping me to my feet and we moved around the other side of the weapons building seeing Katniss drawing her bow back with an arrow causing me to jump behind Finnick who held up a hand and I recognized a gold band my mother had talked about getting my father. “Good thing we're allies right?”

“Where did you get that?” Katniss asked eyed the gold bracelet.

He instructed gently pushing me away from him, launching his weapon when she dropped to her knees. “Where do you think? Duck.”

“Ahhh!” I screamed covering my ears ducking along with Katniss watching the trident end up in the district 5 tribute killing him causing the cannon sound to ring through the arena. 

Finnick yanks his weapon from the dead guy's chest. “Don't trust 1 and 2. I'll take this side you hold them off. I'll go find Peeta.”

Getting to my feet Peeta had to fight another tribute just to get out of the water before we all ran into the forest away from the sandy beaches all out of breath.  Collapsing against the nearest tree attempting to catch my breath till another cannon went off and I screamed dropping to my knees. “I guess they're not holding hands anymore.” Finnick chuckled dryly glancing at me. 

“You think that's funny?” Katniss asked him. 

Finnick waved his hand in front of his chest. “Every Time that cannon goes off it's music to my ears. I don't care about any of them.”

“Good to hear.” She clicked her tongue turning away from Finnick and I going to check on Peeta. 

Finnick focused his attention back on me seeing that I was holding my knees against my chest rocking back and forth sniffing through tears at the same time. “Ariyne, are you alright?” He asked me using a much softer tone than he had earlier. 

“I - I - I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” I croaked out till he drew me in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of my head. 

“None of us were when we first came here. But don’t you worry I’ll get us out of here, I promise Ari.” He whispered praying that Haymitch and Plutarch knew that he wouldn’t leave this arena without her by his side. 

[josephslittledeputy]

WIP... Oh shit, its actually Wednesday??

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**Also terribly sorry in advance cause this turned out to be a bit longer than I thought it would be**

WIP 1: OG Verse - fun times with Celeste & Gabriel

He has to resist the urge to throttle her, lest he ruin the inside of his house filled with years of carefully handpicked items, ones he held a certain fondness for. "You ruined my life, Celeste. Or do you not recall?” "Your life?" She tilts her head in mock curiosity. "What life? The one where you were sent anywhere they told you to go, like some mongrel with a barely slackened leash?" “Excuse me?" “We can pretend otherwise. Keep up the illusion that your life was marvelous, picture perfect even. But we both know the truth, don't we?" She takes a step closer. “You were nothing but the High Council’s defanged pup. Cluelessly doing their bidding before I freed you. If anything, you should be thanking me." "Thanking you?" He clenches and unclenches his fist in an attempt to suppress his anger. "Hate me if you must, fight me even, but do it later. Right now we must get out of here. If they do not know where I am yet, they soon will. What do you think will happen once they realize one of their precious dhamphirs has been under their nose this whole time?"

Celeste truly is the nicest individual you'll ever meet :))

Including this little snippet from Gabriel's pov as well cause idk, I just really like it

Unbidden worry strikes him. He listens, waits, and when his ears pick up the sound of soft, even breathing he lets out a breath of his own. Celeste and the baby were still there, unharmed, perhaps even sleeping. It brings an odd sense of comfort, reminiscent of times long forgotten, times he didn’t want to remember. If he did, he’d have to remember what brought them to a halt in the first place and he had a job to do. Grief and old wounds had no place here, at least not at the moment. Kicking his boots off, he treks into the bathroom and gently closes the door behind him. It’s a simple design: Shower to his left, toilet to his right, and a sink with a mirror above it directly across from the door. Leaning against the sink, he ruffles his short, black hair that's shaved on the sides and traces his fingers over an old, faded scar. It runs down almost the whole length of his face, going over his left eye and stopping just shy of the corner of his mouth. Overlapping it is another, only this one goes across his face horizontally, over the bridge of his nose and from cheek to cheek. The only thing that remains of the old Gabriel are his blue eyes, once full of life and mischief, now faded and dull. Turning away from his visage, he heads toward the shower and turns it on, stripping down while he waits for the water to heat up. He doesn’t need a mirror to see the multitude of scars and tattoos that adorn his body. Aching for another drink—if only to dull his senses and lingering memories once more—he curbs the yearning and steps beneath the water.

WIP 2: They Watch From The Pews

Willa squirms, trying to dodge cold fingers that reach out to trace over the letters, caressing them with a sadistic fascination that makes her stomach curdle in disgust. Disgust quickly transforms into a desperation to get away once he finally reveals the knife kept hidden behind his back. “Usually I’d peel the sin off but… I think this will suit you much better, don't you?" Pressing the tip of his blade into her skin, he teasingly drags it across her skin. "Tell me, Deputy, how did you feel when you got the news of Samuel's death?" "Chipper." She spitefully answers with a sneer. John heaves a dramatic sigh and presses the blade down harder, prompting tiny beads of blood to bubble up as he traces over the letters of her tattoo. "You can make this easier for yourself, you know." "I've heard that before. Got me a bullet to the leg." "Because you ran. My men only acted accordingly." "Fuck you and your men, pussy." "My, what a mouth on you." He tuts and makes a deeper cut. Her teeth sink into the leather in her mouth, denying him the satisfaction of hearing her make a noise. Without pause, he moves onto the second letter, brows scrunched up in concentration as he goes over the lines again and again. It isn’t until he’s on the last letter that she finally breaks with a muffled groan. He stops, lifting his eyes from his work. “Comfortable?”

John & Willa are bonding so well. Truly, I think they're starting to get along!

[this-is-all-unreal]

My Dear Friend

Part 14

Masterlist

Warnings: mention of injury, claustrophobia, trypophobia, mentions of death, needles.

         Have you ever watched an old movie and thought about how everyone on the screen, everyone who worked on the film are all dead? That footage of their own faces outlived them.

       "Margaret, can you hear me? I asked how your weekend was." Bruce had just gotten home from his and Alfred's trip. I guess I didn't realize he had walked into my room, but I wasn't in my room. I was sitting on the kitchen counter. How did I get here? 

         I turned to look at him. It had only been a few days but he looked different. I don't think he shaved. The way the short hard hairs poked shallowly out of his lower face made my skin crawl. He put the back of his hand against my forehead. "You don't feel warm, Margaret, can you hear me?" 

        "Yeah why do you keep asking me that?" He looked relieved but I wasn't sure why.

        "Because you weren't answering me. How did it go? Dick said you did pretty good on patrol." Bruce asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter. I couldn't help but stare at his scruff and 5:00 shadow. It aged him a lot. The bags didn't help, neither did the worried expression on his face.

      "Answer his question idiot."

       "I didn't like it. It was scary and the suit was uncomfortable." I wasn't sure how much Dick told him. Did he know about the run in with Joker or my head? Bruce chuckled a little 

       "You will get used to it I promise."

       "No I won't because I'm not going back out there." One side of Bruce's lips curl into a smile. 

         "Why don't we table the conversation for now." He says as he turns the rings on his finger.

          We looked at each other for a second, could he see something was wrong? Could he tell I was hiding something? Was I hiding anything? 

        "Nothing out of the ordinary happened when I was gone?" He asks probing for information. 

        "Jason and I saw a movie."

        "That's it? No one got hurt?"

       "He's bluffing. He doesn't know shit stay strong." Trypophobia, that's what his new facial hair was reminding me of. The small pours the hairs were popping out of. It made me want to scrap it off him. I normally don't feel this way about holes. Why was it bugging me now? God my head is killing me. Maybe that's w- "Margaret for the love of God, answer the man. He's just staring at you. He's going to realize something is wrong."

         "I don't know Bruce, was someone hurt?" 

          "Why did that sound so intimidating? What's wrong with you?" Bruce raised an eyebrow and rubbed his hand against his bothersome beard. The sound of the coarse hairs rubbing his skin gave me chills. 

        "Right, I'll be in my office if you need anything." He says as he walks out of the room. 

        I wasn't sure what was happening. I'd have moments that felt normal then the next I'd be confused and more confused than I normally am. Felix was catching on quick. Unfortunately so was Bruce I think. Him and Dick had a long conversation alone. Felix wouldn't say about what. It was late evening and I was trying to watch cartoons. I was feeling mostly better but I'd have fleeting moments where I couldn't remember where I was. It was starting to scare Felix.

        "Margaret? I'm going for a drive. Do you want to come?" Bruce asks. He had a knack for sneaking up on people. I wasn't even sure how long he had been standing there. 

        "No, the cat might actually get the mouse in this episode." I say pointing to the TV. 

         "No he never gets the mouse Margaret. I want to go on a drive with you, I missed you." Bruce admitting to something like that caught me off guard. "We can stop by the pet store to look at the fish. Maybe we could pick out a tank for your room." He said with a soft grin. Pet fish did seem like fun. 

       I agreed and he had me in the car in 10 seconds flat. He didn't even have a coat on. He pulled into a hospital parking lot. I had been duped.

       "Dick told me about the hit to the back of the head you took." Out of the two of us I didn't think it would be him who ratted. 

        "I feel better, I think it was a Felix thing making me feel weird, not the head."

       "Don't blame this on me! This is definitely a head thing."

        "If you walk in there with me, we can still get you some fish. If you don't there won't be any fish and I can't promise you will be very comfortable. Either way you are going in." I knew there was no convincing him. Even Felix seemed on board. 

         Without me agreeing one way or another Bruce gets out of the car and walks over to my side. He opened the door for me. "Do you need me to carry you in?" He asked, leaning down into view. I didn't respond, I was upset I was lied to but more so my head hurt so bad the thought of walking made me want to scream. He sighed and leaned over me to unbuckle my seat belt. He picked me up in a bridal style. I was too old to be carried but I don't think he minded.  

        "Do I still get pet fish?" I ask as I sit politely in his arms. We walked into the very fancy hospital. 

         "We will see." He says looking down at me with a small grin for a second. I closed my eyes, scrunching them up tight. The harsh light in here was killing me. 

        Bruce spoke to the secretary and got us in a room right away. It was the fastest I had ever been seen by a doctor. I sat on the noisy paper covered bed. Bruce stood next to me and spoke with the doctor. They went back and forth for a while. I just sat there and looked down at the tile floor counting the black squares. 

         The doctor didn't seem to bother asking if he could touch me. He moved behind me and started to examine the closed wound. 

       "We have a nurse in the family who thought he could handle it." Bruce said, explaining away the stitches. 

       "Well I'd say he needs some more practice, it's stopped bleeding but I'd like to go back in and clean that up." The doctor said as he gently brushed his thumb over the uneven stitch. I grab Bruce's hand quickly. 

       "I don't want new stitches." I say emotionless as I stare down at the floor still. Bruce holds my hand back and nods. 

       "She isn't going to be shaving her head. It isn't a problem if it scars, is it going to stay closed?" Bruce asks as he leans back to take a look himself. 

         The doctor hums as he takes a better look. The skin around it was so tender. 

         "You said she fell at the counter? This is pretty big for that."

          "It was a very tall counter." Bruce says in a sure tone. The doctor shakes his head. 

        "I'd feel better closing it myself. It won't take any time." 

       "I don't want new stitches." I tightened my hold on Bruce's hand as he pats my back.

        "Will it open back up?" He asked, I could tell he was going to side with the doctor. 

      "Probably, the knotts he used are not secure." The doctor says not understanding the ordeal it was the first time. Bruce seemed to have a better idea but he still wasn't there. 

        I pulled my head from the doctor, Bruce pushed himself against the bed to block my escape off the bed. 

         "Margaret, chill out he's an actual doctor. He can close it properly."

          "If you hold her I can have it done in less than five minutes she won't feel a thing." I tried to move out of Bruce's grasp but being stuck on the bed made that virtually impossible. He grabbed me and laid my head on his chest. I let out a scream as he put his arm around me. I could hear his heart beating in his chest, it was so calm. How could he be so relaxed in a situation like that?

         The doctor made quick work of my wound. After the pinch of the needle I couldn't feel anything. I squirmed the whole time. My head was the only part of my body I couldn't move because of Bruce's vice-like grip. Once it was all finished Bruce let me off the bed. I stood there as the doctor made an order for an MRI to be done just to make sure. He left for a moment to put the paperwork through. 

      "I'm sorry I had to do that, I didn't know he'd have to redo the stitches." Bruce said as he sat down on one of the chairs. I shook my head at him. I didn't care if he knew or not I was still mad. 

       "Don't talk to me, It hurt!" I say in a whimper. Bruce looked apologetic. 

        "I'm sorry Margaret, if you still want to we can get the fish after the MRI. I just have to know you are okay. You have been acting different and it worries me." He wasn't lying. I felt different as well. I looked away from him and sulked for a bit.

          A nurse takes us to the room with a big machine tube thing. She explains what it is but honestly I wasn't listening. It takes pictures of my head. I wondered if they could see Felix. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. I got up on the bed and I was buckled in with a plastic and cloth belt of some kind. The nurse said it's just a precaution. I was mad at him but I was more scared than anything now. I looked at Bruce as I started to cry. His face softened just a little. 

         "It's okay. It's going to be loud and warm but nothing is going to touch you. It's just pictures." He says, trying to reassure me. He hands me a tissue and lets me dry my own face. I lay back down and the tube pulled me inside of it. At first it was quiet, but slowly I heard a whirling sound as the machine started. it got a little warm but the sound was the worst. It was like my head was shoved inside a cymbal. It was all these crashing and banging sounds. I thought the machine was going to crush me inside of it. 

        "I want to come out!" I yell at whoever is out there. I don't think anyone answered but I couldn't tell because of all the noise. After what felt like forever I couldn't take it. I was scared I was in there all alone. I felt like the tube was closing in on me. I started to hyperventilate and scream for help. I undid the buckle and started to wiggle my way out. The room I crawled back into wasn't the same room. As soon as I got off the slab the sound stopped and it seemed the machine had powered down. It was completely dark. I could see the emergency exit sign lit up over the door that was to the back right of the machine.  I ran over to it and tried to pull the door open but it wouldn't move. 

       "Bruce! Help me!" I cried as I slammed my fist against the large door. All of a sudden the MRI machine started back up. It was so loud like I was inside of it still. The lights turned on again and the slab started to move out of the tube. I could see feet slowly peek out from the machine's entrance. I was just in there. How did someone crawl in? As more of the body was revealed by the machine I could tell that it was a girl, a young girl maybe. I moved closer. I could see the top of her head as she laid still. She sat up and kept her back to me. Her hair looked like mine. 

        "Hello?" I asked, taking one small step closer. She kicked her legs over the edge of the slab. But kept her head and upper body looking straight forward. Slowly she turned her head to face me as she got up. Her movement seemed so unnatural. It was me, kinda at least. She was much paler, almost blue or gray even. Her eyes were milky and her lips were white. She had no expression. She looked like a corpse.

         "Why did you let this happen, Bruce? I could have been so much, I was so innocent and you let me die? What kind of man are you? Your father would be ashamed." She even sounded like me. She wasn't talking to me, she was talking to Bruce. But he wasn't even here. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could I heard a man yelling. 

         "Margaret, wake up! Wake up now please!" It was Bruce I think. All of a sudden the room was filled with a white light that took out my vision and I was laying on my back again on the slab. One of the doctors was checking my pulse. As another was about to move me to a crash cart. I looked around confused and tried to sit up but one of the doctors pushed me back down. I was looking for Bruce all over. He was behind me, some nurses were holding him back but let him go as soon as I started to move. I have never seen such a scared expression on his face. It made me even more scared. He rushed over and stopped just short of the bed. 

         "What happened? You can see me now?" He asked as a doctor shined a light in my eyes and turned my head to face them. They were checking me over. 

           "Of course I can see you. What happened?" I asked as he seemed just as confused as I was for once.  As soon as he saw an opening he wedged himself between the doctors and hugged me so tight it almost hurt. His rough facial hair graded against my skin. I could feel it poking through my hair as he put his chin on my head and held me to his chest.

         "What happened? What the hell happened to her?" He asked, looking at one of the doctors. They were not sure themselves. We were moved to another room, this one with a real bed. 

        Bruce explained I had some kind of fainting spell or something. My eyes were wide open but I wasn't looking at anything, I couldn't respond and the doctors were scared I wasn't breathing. He wrung his hands together as he recounted the terrible look on my face. How he thought I had died. I did my best to comfort him to reassure him I felt okay but there is only so much I could do. 

        "I don't want to lose you, I'm not going to let that happen again." I gave him a confused look. He didn't even know what it was but he was promising me it won't happen again? I just nod, not sure what to say.

        The doctor came in and said everything looks mostly normal. Just some spots that shouldn't be so dim and others that are too bright. But nothing that seemed major. They couldn't tell him what caused my catatonic state which didn't seem to satisfy Bruce.

         "We'd like to do more tests in the future but tonight there isn't much else we can do. If it happens again, come back of course but I'm going to schedule some tests with her General care physician." The doctor kept giving me this look, it was almost fearful. Maybe that's just what his worried face looked like. 

        Bruce carried me back to the car even though I was feeling well enough to walk. He seemed a little different. He held onto me tighter than before. He put me in the seat then got in himself. 

        "I know I promised but can we go fish shopping tomorrow? I want to get you home and in bed." Bruce said as he started the car and began to drive. 

      "I think I know what that hallucination was about."

         "Sure it's fine by me." I say as I lean my head against the window. I didn't think Felix could see my hallucinations. Did he see this one? I didn't want to ask him in front of Bruce. He seemed freaked out enough. Felix must have taken the hint because he didn't try and talk the rest of the drive home. 

[duha54]

Hello hello! If it's not too much to ask I'd like to do a match up with the Haikyuu boys!!

1 & 2: I would like romantic and I go by she/her pronouns! And I would prefer our silly goofball boys!

3: I don't really have any preference as to which characters I don't want. I really love them all so go ham with whoever you think works best with me!!

4: What I usually look in a partner most is someone who can be both my partner and best friend! I'm a friends to lovers girly if that makes sense; someone who is able to be playful with me and mess around while still being the loving partner they are. The second thing would be someone who is affectionate! I'm very touch starved and a hopeless romantic so I wanna do all the cute things you see in romance anime, from dates to the actions the love interest does to our mc! And the third will be more physical, someone who is pretty/handsome. I find a lot of people pretty/handsome though so I'm not sure how much that'll help 🙈🙈.

5: When first meeting me I'm kinda reserved? I usually have this really nice front that most people have but once you're in my circle group I'm very much a gremlin! I like to make the corniest dad jokes e v e r, everyone rolls their eyes but I think they're HILARIOUS (cuz they are 🤨🤨). But I also have a bit of that mom friend in me! I like to check in with others, make sure they're doing alright, if they're having fun, if they need anything, I'm always there to help however I can!

6: I really like to read! My main genres of reading is fantasy plus a sprinkle of romance added to it! Those are the only kind of books I'll ever read. I love to game as well! My main type of game genres are fps and rpgs! I'm also a bit of a singer 😏😏, I like to do small concerts in my rooms with my plushies as my audience!

7: My love language is quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmations! Goes both ways for receiving and giving.

8: I actually don't have a dream date because I haven't really dated anyone before (a girl can dream) 🙈 BUT, maybe just playing video games together? Or going to an aquarium? I just like being with someone, especially if it's with my S/O :]

9: I don't really have an aesthetic..? I just wear very casual or basic things. A simple shirt and jeans and I'm good to go! (I do try and wear something cute with my limited wardrobe but I struggle with finding a style that suits me 😔😔). I'm the tallest person you'll ever meet, not to brag or anything. I stand at a whopping 5'0, I know, that's pretty tall 😏😏. I have black hair and dark brown eyes. My hair stops just below my shoulder blades and I wear glasses! I also have a few moles on me and scars from minor injuries I've obtained or just me simply being clumsy 😔.

10: I actually don't know a lot of quirks I have.. Uhh.. I can wiggle my ears? Lol. I also dabbled in a bit of archery, you can even call me a pro 😉 (I'm mediocre at it lol)

Hopefully this isn't too long! I tried to keep it short but I've realized that I talk a lot 💀 anyways lots of love and I love how you write!! It just scratches something in my brain :] 🫶🫶🫶

Don't worry about it being too long (*^▽^*) In fact for me the longer, the better ! So if there are details you didn't tell me about, I'll be more than glad to hear you out ! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

Just please can someone tell me how am I supposed to notify an anonymous person that when his match up's ready ?

[shmowder]

Being an adult is so unironically fun!!! I can literally legally wander around town and just.. enter places. I can roam wherever I WANT!!! I feel like a Patho kid in joy right now. You're telling me that.. I can just go places??? DO stuff??? Without needing permission???

So long of being a grown up and.. yeesh. I'm just now realizing I can live freely. No one can stop me!!

Anyways, while on the bus, I thought of a cool Patho idea!

What about Patho, but *cats?* Bonus points if the Town is structured like Warrior Cats. (yes, i am a nerd lol)

- 🐈 anon

woo welcome to the freedom club anon! Being an adult is genuinely amazing idc how many joint problems we will inevitably develop. There is no one to tell you what you can and can't eat, to police your clothes nor do you have to ask for permission before buying anything or going anywhere. The world is your oyster, you can spend your money on the stupidest shit.

You can actually pick the flavour of toothpaste you enjoy the most. You get to decide what's for dinner every night. You don't have to live in a house catered to someone else's taste, you can buy the type of ice cream you like and not simply pick whatever is left in the fridge.

You get so much agency, it's astonishing.

And hmm patho as cats?, tbh I don't know anything about warrior cats, I think they're a series of books. But that's the extent of my knowledge.

I do know that some pathologic characters have cats as their assigned symbolic animal by the devs!

Sticky, for example, is a kitten! Yes he was deliberately put down as a baby cat and not just cat.

Lara is a cat! Her colour is described as white so maybe a white cat? But I feel like a grey cat would suit her better.

Both Victor and Rubin are tigers, which are still felines. Katerina being a puma counts too.

You'd think Notkin's a cat for loving his pet so much, but no; he's an owl.

For the healers, if The Bachelor was a cat, I'd imagine him to be one of those long-haired fancy breeds with a shiny coat. Maybe a Balinese cat? They're highly intelligent and very chatty, which are two traits Daniil embodies a lot.

The Haruspex is definitely a Maine Coon. The pale orange ones with light yellow stripes. He'd be that cat that could easily reach the kitchen counter without having to jump, just leaning on its back paws.

The Changeling is a Kurilian Bobtail, especially those scrunkly cats. The kittens who look like crinkled tissue because they haven't figured out how to lick brush their fur coat yet. The short curled tail fits her in a way.

Bonus: Georgiy Kain is definitely a long-haired white persian cat. It's the grumpy face.

[cable-knit-sweater]

Mayaaaaaa! *knocks on your window* are you alive in there???

That new photoshoot of Chris 🥵 I have thoughts. Many thoughts especially after the richy rich photos of Sebastian from this weekend. It feels like one of those Hallmarky movies.

Imagine this: rich CEO Seb is driving through MA on his way to some retreat or something that he's supposed to go to and find his zen after being totally stressed out. But his stupidly expensive car breaks down in this small town. Local mechanic Chris is there to fix it but it needs a part that'll take a day to come in. Chris offers Seb a place to stay at his farmhouse while he waits because they don't really have hotels.

There's homecooked food, lingering glances, horse riding through the beautiful countryside (it's autumn!). Lots of cosy sweaters, fireplaces and even pumpkin spiced lattes (which tastes better than any coffee chain Sebastian has ever been in).

Then Seb finds himself truly relaxing and enjoying himself for the first time in months - years even. Doesn't even check his emails once.

Oh, and they definitely have sex in that hayloft. Chris is picking out hay from Sebastian's hair with a soft chuckle, loving the way Seb looks in his borrowed clothes (those suits and shirts in Seb's suitcase were too formal).

Anyway - have a great day at work ✨ I'll be here when you need to flail 😘

Tej. I am barely alive. Just, hanging on by a thread, thank you very much for asking 😭😭😭😭

I too have many, many thoughts, most of them highly inappropriate and that my brain needs some more time to think through. Thankfully you’re much less unhinged than me and coming up with this BRILLIANT IDEA.

It’s frankly unfair for them to do this to us in such a short timespan. I’m still very far from being over how Seb looked at that event on Saturday, bc god damn he looked good 😫😫

And then to make it all worse, you ATTACK ME with this??? I am literally begging you to write this fic and also to never talk to me again bc what little was left of my mind has now combusted. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I can just SEE IT so clearly. I’m so weak for the idea of mechanic Chris, in his white tank with oil on his calloused hands, sweat dropping down his neck from a hard day at work, and Sebastian just needing a moment because how the fuck is he supposed to string words together into sentences when there’s this walking wet dream in front of him?

And when Chris does ask him to stay, he’s so eager to say yes, but also thinking this is probably the worst decision ever, because being in close quarters with Chris is going to be a challenge, to say the least. There’s no way Chris is into him - and Chris definitely thinks he’s some sort of spoiled brat at first.

But it actually turns out to be the best decision he’s ever made, because of all that you just said. They get to know each other pretty quickly. Chris makes him realize what the important things in life are, and he finally gets to relax. Of course there are lingering glances, home cooked meals and cosy sweaters. Chris giving him heated looks when Seb is wearing Chris’s clothes. Sebastian feeling absolutely overwhelmed with how this man isn’t just ruggedly handsome, but also incredibly sweet and caring, and a bit of a dork. They just click, and it’s like they’ve known each other forever, but also like this is what Sebastian had been waiting for forever, and desperately needed.

He definitely can’t believe his luck when after the tension builds and builds, they finally give in, and yes, have sex in a hay loft, probably all over the property really. He never really wants to leave.

I absolutely LOVE this whole idea and the fall vibes, and now you’ve written your first Evanstan fic, I NEED YOU to write this one next, pretty pretty please?? I’m gonna be thinking about this all day in between screaming, probably.

I love you and your genius brain so much 💕💕💕