#i'm moments away from committing arson

[euphoricfilter]

hi darling 🎀 how are uuu? hope ur doing good. this is kind of like a continuation of anon asking / informing abt the links. i've been having the same trouble with the links too but ! only difference is, some of them work and some of them don't. i'm not sure of for sure actual solution (given i barely know how tumblr works myself lol) but maybe if u re-update the links? that might help? and if that doesn't do it, i say follow ur first mind as said and create a new master list. sorry this is super long hehe* but hope this helped little :)

i'm doing pretty well, thank you!! i hope you're doing good too, my lovely <3

it seems like everyone is having trouble with links as of late 😭 especially on mobile, i looked on another account earlier and when i went on a link i had to like completely exit from their profile to see the post i wanted?? it's really annoying

i've updated all the links on my main masterlist, idk if the drabble masterlist links work at all either, so idk if that's helped, if it still doesn't work then let me know and i'll definitely just make a new masterlist

it's okay, i usually enjoy reading lengthy asks, it's fun to talk to people!!

it did help, so thank you 💕 hopefully tumblr sorts out their musty ass updates so everything goes somewhat back to normal 😭

[heizours]

YOUR FIRST

summary. he overhears a conversation about who was your first favourite character in the game, and they grow jealous about it

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. none as far as i have check

feat. scaramouche, thoma, childe, xiao, dottore

< back to event m.list

INTRO.

"Who was my first favourite character during the early days I was playing it?" You repeated the same question that your friend was asking you.

"Precisely! C'mon, I'm sure there is someone who had really caught your attention the moment they entered a quest you were playing or something like that."

They responded back, as they waited eagerly yet patiently for you to tell them, while you were busy thinking and reflecting back on who it was.

Little do you know, that they are not only one who's itching to know your big revelation.

If the doors have eyes, then the walls or perhaps the screens have ears as well.

"Well, I'd say that the first character who caught my attention and became my favourite in a short span of time is-"

SCARAMOUCHE.

"-Childe! 

Scaramouche acts like he is not deeply affected by it and acts like it wasn't a big deal to him, but the expressions that were painted on his face betrayed the best of him.

Why are you smiling when Childe's the topic?

What did he do to make you joyous like this?

But... if he is the first character you like, is it now a liked?

There is this some sort of uneasy feeling that continues to brew and swirl inside of him the very moment your face had brighten up at the mention of the harbinger's name, and he has no idea how to stop it and why was he feeling it in the first place.

Is this another emotion that a heart can experience and learn, from time to time? What was it called again?

Ah yes, jealousy.

Scaramouche suddenly scoffs at the realization, finding it hard to believe that he would feel the bitterness of what enviousness is like sooner than he had anticipated, and the primary cause that triggered it was none other than that side character.

Childe? Cool and Captivating? Please, you haven't even seen how he could be a million times better than him.

"You mean to tell me that I'm simply getting worked up all for this? Why should I be bothered over it, when I could be a whole lot better than him? Heh"

THOMA.

-Itto! 

Thoma rarely taste the medicine of jealousy but seeing that look on your face when you rambled on about the oni, somehow snapped him into his senses. He felt the need to grab your attention from the screen to tell you that he is here too, and maybe - just maybe you could switch your favours around. 

I'm not jealous...being one is simply irrational

Maybe — I am a little bit jealous

Alright, I am jealous...

While he would be in denial at first with the jealousy he is dealing with, he would still come to the generalization that he is indeed jealous, and if he will have to cope up with it, he would put back on his smiley facade, only this time something about his smile is a little unpleasing, that even Itto himself will not dare to breathe around him.

But, instead of continuing to bottle up his jealousy and act petty like the others, he would understand why you favour the oni and would put that first before his feelings.

Don't be fooled though, compliment him too while you're at it!

“Oh...I didn’t know they like him. It sounds very surprising coming from them, but who am I to judge? Well then, has anyone seen Itto? I bet he will be delighted to hear the news!”

CHILDE.

“-Thoma! 

Childe laughs it off - Yes, it’s the laugh that you are thinking right now where he is this close from committing another arson. He is definitely not a second away from taking a trip to Inazuma and is on the go to plan a competition with the housekeeper, because he’s too cool to even to something like that.

I see, another challenger perhaps?

Hmph, what’s the point of challenging him if I know that I am the strongest?

Clear skies Ajax, clear skies

At this point, it is quite clear that he is turning into the embodiment of jealousy due to the amount of assurance that he is telling to himself, not because he is threatened by Thoma but because he is threatened that your favouritism about him will be the reason for his downfall.

He is threatened by the fact that you could easily evict him from your main team and replace him with someone else from another region who is just newly released and is almost a carbon copy as him, if not for the differences of their physical appearances.

It is indeed true that jealousy is a disease, that not even Ajax himself could flee from it.

“Thoma? I have heard of that name, but I also heard that I can excel ten times better at the things he could do. No- I’m not showing off, I am simply describing that I am a way better option than him, that’s it.”

XIAO.

“-Scaramouche! 

Xiao stays the same as he is, or -  that’s what he thinks. Truth to be told, he doesn’t even realize that he is jealous, but as they say - actions speaks louder than words, and the way he is acting right now shows how he is envied by this favouritism topic.

Did I expect too much?

I don’t like this feeling...

Is this what those mortals call as jealousy?

It takes a while for him to accept that he is jealous, but after that whole feeling finally sinks in, well let’s say he is displeased by this realization because by every second, that feeling continues to sink deeper and deeper as if it’s attempting to land in the deepest depth of the ocean. 

But, like Thoma, he is another who tries to get over with it and respects why you favour that character the most. Maybe it’s because you see them in a different light that others can’t, and he understands that.

Everyone has favourites, and he can’t blame you for that because even him has one which is you but he would rather not say it.

"Hm, while I do not fawn over him, I suppose I understand why you like him in the first place. Whatever makes you happy, is simply enough for me to know why."

DOTTORE.

- Alhaitam!

Dottore remains indifferent or so what he assures to himself, because if anyone where to see right through him, displeased is not even used enough to describe how disturb he is by that revelation.  

The Akademiya scribe is what they fawn over the most, hm?

How interesting....

Though, irritating would be the right word for it

His pride is wounded, and what makes it even more worse for him is he is a man of intelligence. So naturally, he is intimidated and threatened that the scribe who is also intelligent but not as him, could be the reason why he can’t turn the favour of you to him.

To get rid of the jealousy that he is feeling, he will dedicate most of his time (like he isn’t in the first place) inside his lab, doing things where only he knows what it is. He is one of the upper rank harbingers and dictated as the doctor for a reason, and the only way he could could get off the steam he is feeling, is to be busy.

While he is ordering around his clones and agents at the same time, any step or news that he gets from them and will be deemed as a failure, will have to face some serious issues from him, especially that Dottore is not in the mood to be in a dilly dally manner.

“Anything I need? Perhaps you can give me a little information about the scribe - take it or leave it. Either way, leaving it is not even an option in the first place.”

[strawberymilku]

Playing Dangerous

featuring: Police!Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader

genres: nsfw!, crimes, mention of: thugs, arson, mafia, car sex, oral sex, blowjob, dirtytalk, one night stand, fingering, doggy style, praises, police theme, corrupt, minor gunplay

a/n: i was rewatching jojo, and ive been wanting to write a police smut with lana del rey lyrics as prompt, and my bf wnted to collab so i just had to write it. not proofread yet. might do part 2 for it. word: 4k, a bit long but it was worth it.

The woman was speeding for sure, but Abbacchio could doubt if she was the witness or the culprit for committing arson, Abbacchio heard the sound of the motorcycle approaching, and he turned to face the direction in which it was coming. It was heading straight in his direction-? He wasn't sure if the person on the bike was who he suspected it to be, but he raised his revolver as the bike came closer..it certainly looked suspicious...

"Why you?!" she yelled, cursing, he was brave enough that he did not care if he died to get her, pulling him on the side of the motorbike, with a swift dash, saving his life as he was at the back of her motorbike. It was the work of the Stand for sure, but sadly the man couldn’t see Stands like that yet but just felt someone lift him on her motorbike. That certainly caught him off guard. Was she just riding directly into him? The situation was unclear...Was she trying to run him over? To escape-? He was surprised at how quickly she acted. He could have been killed if it hadn't been for her, which meant..she couldn't be the arsonist, but she still looked suspicious..and yet she saved his life... Yet her actions are justified yet "Kill me later, what is wrong with you, you would be run across in my wheels," she had a gangly Italian accent, still on the motorbike with huge speed. "Am I getting a ticket for speeding too?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her back where a group of thugs were still chasing over her. Leone had a stunned look on his face. She was certainly lively, and rather..crude. He certainly wasn't expecting that attitude from a potential arsonist, but for some odd reason he didn't feel threatened by her- in fact, he was rather intrigued- she hadn't even noticed his police uniform. After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally replied

"Ah...I'm a police officer. But I can't just let anyone ride at such high speeds..why are you speeding away from people?" "They are after me, whaddya think," she went into different roads taking a lot of turns as the gang lost track of her, after minutes of having the stranger at the back, they stopped in a random alleyway, with a big sigh, she realized it was the cop, not that she’s afraid of him anyways. "It's my job to keep the streets safe and look out for suspicious behaviour- like someone on a motorcycle riding at dangerously high speeds in a residential area."

The suspicious behaviour mentioned included the arson incident at the local gas station that happened not a day ago. Although he didn't outright believe her, he decided to look into her claim. For now, he'd only ask questions to get a grip on the situation.

"May I ask what you were doing around that area where the suspected arson took place?"

"Arson? You think I'd commit arson-" Her lighter got pulled from her pocket, he was daring enough to get that from her leather jacket. "No, please, I'm a smoker," she pulled out her cigarettes to counter his proof. The policeman took a second to think. It would be highly unusual for someone to commit a criminal offense like arson just to cover up smoking. At the same time, he had no evidence proving her guilty yet. He decided to ask another more personal question.*  

"Why were they on your tail to begin with? Do you know why these gang members were after you?" That was a sensitive topic for a mafia’s daughter, no way she could leak her identity out like that. "Yes I do, I have my own reasons, which place was getting burned again?" she tilted her head, as she was demanded to show her license, but she looked reluctant to show it.

 There was still the issue of the gang members after her that he had to inquire about.

"The Shell station at the corner of Via Maddaloni and Via Caracciolo."

"I was at a Hilton Hotel I swear, you can get the evidence," she raised her arms, showing everything from her pocket. Everything seemed suspicious to Abbacchio, no way he could get information out of her mouth like that, so the best way was to flip her body quickly, putting her hands at his back as he slapped the metal handcuffs on her wrists, locking it. He was unsure why he did that but he believed this was the best way. She sighed, "My dad will be killing me if he finds out I’m going to be late,” it was too much for just speeding up in a motorbike.

He couldn’t help but raise a small smirk. Her hands being cuffed behind her back gave him a fair idea of what he could do to her.

"I suppose you aren't very much of a good girl?"

*"Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, officer,"* she replied still with her hands on her back as she was forced to walk back to where his car was. He let out a small laugh. It was rather amusing how easily she was acting so calm over being handcuffed and detained. Even if this incident would end up being a dead end for the arson case, he was still curious. She was just detained for being a suspect, just yet. Things are getting exciting.

"And exactly what is your name, miss?" 

“Y/N,” she grunted still feeling her wrist already from the handcuffs. “Well then Y/N, too bad, you will be a warrant for, ‘reckless driving, running through stop signs, driving at dangerously high speeds, running through red lights- and for suspicion of arson. You have the right to remain silent,” he said in a stern tone, he couldn’t help but smile at her rolling her eyes. *"No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure,"* she tried to pout her lips to use a charm on him, thinking he would let her go this time.

Abbacchio's smirk grew wider, as he tried not to laugh at her attempt at seduction.

"I don't think a pout will suffice for an excuse in court."

Her attitude was amusing he thought. Usually, people would be acting aggressively, but she seemed to have accepted the situation quite easily.

"Ah yeah, my dad told me not to talk to the police, because I can demand rights for a lawyer," she tried to rethink again, trying to stay silent as they slowly walked back to his car. She had the attitude of a spoiled teenager, but he couldn't help but be amused. Usually, people would be threatening legal action, not talking about their parents, but she was a different case.

"Your father told you not to talk to the police..? Is he one of those who would try to bribe officers to avoid arrest?"

"Oh really, does he?" she grinned, still using her legs to take sweet sweet time back to the car, it was taking so long than usual just to stall time as much as she could. She was certainly being flirty for someone who had just been arrested.

"If you're expecting me to be charmed you certainly have a poor way of showing it."

Though she certainly was charming..but he'd rather stay professional at the moment. He’s a committed policeman after all. "Am I going to jail for this?" her shoulders slouched at him trying to repeat what she committed as if he were his mom. “Like, *the house is already on fire right, I swear I’m not a liar,*” she added to him to second guess his decisions.

Abbacchio gave her a skeptical look. She definitely wasn't being completely honest. But what she said about the house being on fire definitely seemed more believable than her being the arsonist. It seemed like these gang members came after her for something else. He decided to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

“I’m not asking about the arson crime, I’m asking how are you related to those thugs, it’s very dangerous you know,” he tried to squeeze more questions to get more information out of her.

The girl didn’t reply, it was indeed a chilly night, her lips were quivering from the cold, even if she had the leather jacket on her. “Are you cold?” he asked with concern in his eyes, his hands on her handcuffs, yet pulling her close to him, trying to walk back where he came from.

*“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.”* she smiled at him to look up at him with her eye smile.

"Did you owe them money? Did you have their illegal drugs? What's your ties to these gang members?" "Tell me do you always work so late?" she didn't answer his question, as she had the right not to though. She was very charming, but also very stubborn- he almost found it admirable. Maybe he should've taken her up on her earlier offer of charm. She seemed very confident in her ability to seduce him. It could be the right moment to give in to temptation.

"It's my job to watch the late night shift, what does my work schedule have to do with your involvement with gangs?"

*"Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?"* she tried to pull it out but it was not to avail. Still, she didn’t give up yet to flirt with him. Abbacchio gave her a small laugh at the girl, this was the moment for which he was hoping. That is, she was very much starting to flirt with him- so now was the perfect time to reciprocate. 

"Are you sure you're not trying to get me to take the cuffs off?"   

It might just be wishful thinking, but it certainly looked like she was trying to flirt. He was hoping for it anyway, and now she had given him the right opportunity by attempting to pull her cuffs off... But he must stay professional right?

*"Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer?"* she asked a question, still finding ways to flirt with him last minute possible. Finally, they arrived at the car that had printed ‘Polizia’ on it. “Playtime is over, get in the car,” he tried to stay in a demanding tone. The ‘officer’ word did get the man inhaled deeply, oh the things he could do with her right now, as he placed her in the backseat of the car, respectfully, restraining himself from touching her. He’s a good policeman, he couldn’t be doing that. *"You can ask me anything you want, anything, like anything,"* she smiled as he slowly fell for her trap, he decided to sit in the backseat, for a while, closing the car door behind him, and locking it, giving her a dirty smirk. Abbacchio chuckled and shook his head at her flirtatious comments, yet he also realized just how tempting the situation was.

"Anything, hmm?"

He thought for a bit. His mind started to wonder as he looked down at her. She was very appealing.

"What would you do, if I decided to uncuff you- right now?" "I don't know, officer," she looked at his lips then back to him. "You do like purple lipstick, don't you, what is it? Givenchy brand?" she joked, in between, giving a mysterious appeal to the policeman wanting to give in to his desires.

"Good guess. Though I may need more than just your beauty alone to convince me."

"Like what, officer?" she leaned closer towards his neck, it was rather a risqué attempt, she was down to play with fire too, from the looks in his eyes. Leone bit his lip slightly but he still tried to hold back, he wanted to stay professional and focused. But his heart couldn't help but race as she got close. He wondered how this would end...if there was a way he could fall for the trap.

The smell of her perfume hit his nose making it that much harder to focus. He was very tempted. She seemed to have been waiting for him to reply for a minute now. *"Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger?"* she'd be the one asking questions here instead, how the tables have turned, touching his chest on his police uniform, with her fingertips. This made him raise an eyebrow, the question she had just asked was a little unexpected. Though given he was staring directly at her lips he couldn't deny that he was rather tempted to take it as a sign. But he decided to answer nonetheless.

"I don't have a girlfriend..not at the moment anyway." "*Well that's interesting, have you thought of dating a* **mafia's daughter?**" she replied, dropping the biggest hint of all time, until he realized, no wonder why the gang was after her. He should let her go right? The thought of having her as a girlfriend was still tempting..her attractiveness, her flirtatious attitude, it was too much to ignore.

"Are you offering?" "Maybe I am, offering you a taste?" she leaned closer towards him slowly. It was obvious, that she a tease, still not kissing him, just yet, but their faces were just inches apart. Abbacchio held his breath. Her words were tempting, her attitude was tempting..and her lips were certainly tempting- all she had to do was just close the space between them and they'd be locked in a passionate kiss...

He felt like he might die if he didn't go through with their kiss. He wanted to play her game and play it perfectly. Her words had been tempting since she said them and he could only answer with one answer. 

Abbacchio took in a deep breath and nodded his head. **The flames are getting higher, and so is his desire. It's kind of exciting, don't you think?

"Am I playing a dangerous game, officer?" she teased, still not kissing him, just yet, she wanted to see how far this would go.

The policeman was gritting his teeth in anticipation. It was a dangerous game she was playing, and he knew he shouldn't play it. She was involved with the mafia after all. But the temptation was too much to pass up. He had to do it. The smell of her perfume still lingered, making it much more inviting.

"It's a very dangerous game." 

Abbacchio finally caved in. He knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He closed the distance and pulled her towards him, giving in their passionate kiss. She crashed on her lips softly, melting right down on this gothic policeman, without shame, he was worth a one-night stand, but she didn't really care, their kisses became hotter and hotter each second, he gripped her body, forcing her onto his thighs, looking up at her. Their kiss has started to deepen. His lips brushed against hers as he pulled her even closer. This girl..she was too irresistible. Her flirting and teasing, even the danger of her being involved with the mafia. He just wanted more. She touched his badge and looked up at him. "Abbacchio was it?" she kissed him once more, not enough of his kisses, at this point the purple lipstick has been worn off at this point, some even staining her lips.

"That is my name, yes." "So officer~" the way she said was so enticing, 

"What am I supposed to do now?" she felt his hands roaming all across her body, as if he owned her right here, no tonight, he could do whatever he wanted for tonight. 

"Will I be forgiven for this, officer?" she was like a crime he must commit just for tonight, a sin he wouldn't regret doing, for sure.

"I guess I'll have to figure out how to punish you for this..for now though, I'm sure you don't mind my hands on your body, hmm?"

His smile was quite teasing too and even though he was trying to appear professional, it was clear he was enjoying this quite a lot. He leaned back in and began kissing her again. He gave her a look that told her he was enjoying this as his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Let’s make this exciting for the both of us,” he pulled out his revolver from his waistband, pointing at her head. He must tried it out at least, he needed to have the upper hand as well. "Officer, I will do anything to repent," her words were dripping as if it was made of honey, she wasn’t even fazed the gun barrel was pointed at her head, biting her lips. Things have gotten out of hand. "You will, will you?" he grinned of mischievous how he liked her under his power.

"How about you tell me what you'd do to repent- and I'll think about it and see if it's enough of a punishment for you." "First, I'd unbuckled that belt of yours and..." her eyes trailed downwards at the seat at the bulge forming in his navy blue pants and up to his golden purple eyes, that would be enough for his imagination to do the rest of the work. “Okay then, get to work, don’t just be an all talk,” he pressed the revolver harder on her skin, geez this man was full of sass, which made her actually take off his pants, obeying his orders, just as he wanted her to. "Oh, please don't shoot me yet, Mr Polizia, I will be good," she unravelled his hard cock from his underwear, palming it between her small hands trying to please him, her handcuffs were still on.

"So you'll be a better girl if I don't shoot you?"

He looked down at her with a teasing and tempting look, she was really quite the girl. This was the most teasing, dangerous girl he had ever come across on the job. “You know your small hands aren’t in good use, use your mouth,” he demanded, pointing the gun directly at her and even though he wasn't gonna shoot, she could clearly see the barrel against her. He looked at her with a teasing grin. She looked so pretty under him, and all the power he had on her. She nodded at his orders, bending down, licking his wet tip for a while, which made him have a satisfying moan, his impulse made him push his right hand on her head, pushing her mouth closely for the blowjob. His breath was shaky already as he felt every part of her mouth on his dick, he felt as if he was on cloud nine, it was all worth it. Worth it from a tiring shift, she was trying to suck him good, she looked like she was an expert at this, feeling his tip pushed against her throat, she was trying to be his only little good girl, a good girl just for Mr Policeman right here. Oh, how he’d wish he could possibly want her every night. Her mouth was starting to tire her, as all her saliva was all around his base, “Abbacchio, sir, are you satisfied yet?” she looked up at him for his mercy, for his approval, for his attention, with those orbs. “Not yet, I wanted to cum on your face,” he pointed the gun at her, demanding to resume her lips to work again. Her head bobbed again and again, trying to please him as much as she could, deepthroating him, her tongue twirling on his length. She liked how much vocal he was, praising her, for her good use of the mouth.

“My god, you weren’t lying when you said you will have your mouth in good use,” that was the best blowjob he received in his life so far, feeling every orgasm trying to rip from his heated skin. After minutes of torturing her throat, he finally gave in, painting on her face with his white liquids, with a satisfied smug face. “Uh, uh, uh, mi amore,” he had a menaced look over her with a tsk, “Who said I was done with you?” for a policeman like him, having stamina could be true. He bent her over, his gun still pointing at her. The time to show who is the monster here, not giving her a break.

“Look here, girl, *if you can't stand the heat. Then stay out of the fire,*” he groped all over breasts, throwing the gun away on the floor of the car. She happened to listen all to his command, like a good little girl, he pulled down her bottom clothing, his fingers trying to play her folds through her underwear, trying to tease her. “Oh, your cunt is wet here, *you might get what you desire*,” he put the underwear aside, rubbing on her clit, trying to gain some moans from her. Things are starting to get interesting. “I’m not putting on anything, yeah, just to warn you,” his cock tried to get between her wet folds, just like that. “I-uh, policia, please don’t you have a condom-” her mouth was shoved with the finger he got her pussy juices on. “Lick it up,” she couldn’t deny such requests from the hot officer, licking it, while he kept pounding her behind her back. Not enough, he needed to feel every wall of her just like that. “I’m going raw, so shut your pretty mouth like that,” He had an enormous speed, gripping her waist, her arms against the tinted glass, the car starting to fog up from the movements, “Listen here, little girl, and listen good,” he raised her body good, her boobs all over the window glass at this point, she screamed more as her G spot has been getting all this abuse from the sudden position.

“Please, please, have mercy on me, officer-” her words were cut as he pushed his fingers in her throat, attempting to shut her mouth. This man is indeed wild, the luckiest night for a girl like her. **”Even if you scream, or beg me to stop, or have mercy, I’m not stopping,”** he rutted inside her cunt as if it was meant to be shaped by his large cock.

“Not until I’m satisfied,” he hummed, using it as if she was a toy she was made just for him to fuck her. Her cries and moans filled the whole street, think to their luck no one was in the streets, a few maybe. Do you this man cares? No? **“Not like you can stop me anyways, hmm?”** he didn’t stop his thrusts, her pussy aching from all the movements, their moans were in unison. She was already tired at this point, getting the slaps on her buttocks, his hand making her chin move just to kiss him as he kept railing behind her back, his lusts and desires being fulfilled by this one girl. “If you keep doing like that, I might-” she panted for air, she needed for a moment there, “I might, cum~” her body squealed in pleasure, holding all her sanity.

It was prolonged sex for sure, he finally had to urge to orgasm, he pulled out in time, cumming all over her body, she really looked pretty as if he was the artist, painting more cum on the belly. “Know your place, just like that,” he looked coldly into her eyes, he didn’t have time for this right? The aftercare was little, he threw her tissues and a bottle of water he had in the car, putting on his clothes, he did let her go this time, unlocking her sore wrists, and going back to his driver seat. 

He did drove her back to her motorbike was at, even opening the door for her to get out, after minutes of silence, he kissed her forehead softly, like a gentleman would, before he finally let her go. But one thing for sure is that it was one of the best nights he’d ever had with a girl. A sucker for romance, *lovin’ a hurricane*

part 2?

[tales-from-elysivm]

BOO! Hii :)) I luv your arcane work, wondering if you could write a lil fluff fic with Vi and Jinx w/ an SO that has trouble getting out of bed bc of motivation problems, and they help a lot (I'm not projecting...I swear...)

★。／ just keep driving ＼。★

pairing: vi x f!reader, jinx x gn!reader (separate)

fandom: arcane

word count: 480

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, other than that just some wholesome fluffy content for my girls cuz they really need it – not proofread. Im tired

song title: keep driving by harry styles (i’m in a phase ok-)

notes: dw anon i hear you, my sleep schedule has been busted recently and i have no motivation :DD hope you enjoy some fluffy content with our girls, they really need it, so i loved this request!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

↳˗ˏviˎ˗ ↴

i don’t think vi has ever had a moment to slow down in her entire life

going from looking after powder to living in a prison to trying to track down her sister and help caitlin, vi just simply doesn’t have the time 

but that doesn’t mean she isn’t sympathetic to you

she finds you one morning when you had been late to meet up with her to complete a bounty she had taken on for some extra cash, so she decides to travel to your home in zaun to figure out what’s wrong with you

walking through your front door, she worries that maybe someone broke in

are you hurt?

did you leave?

did something happen to you?

what if– 

but no, you’re just in bed, staring at the ceiling and not moving, even when your bedroom door swings open and you have a 5’8” buff woman in the doorway

she will drag you out of bed if she has to, carrying you around, gently coaxing you through your day’s chores one at a time, with her right beside you <3 

“hey cupcake… rough couple of weeks? i understand, i’ll help you out today, yeah? one step at a time babe, and i’ll be here the whole time. slowly, ok? let’s get you some food first before we head out for the day. you gotta get out of bed today though, and i’m not leaving you here.”

↳˗ˏ jinx ˎ˗ ↴

jinx isn’t going to be much help to be honest 

all things considered, i don’t think jinx really does anything she is supposed to do, without putting it off for weeks and weeks

this isn’t necessarily a motivation issue with her though, just just can’t be fucked-

so when she comes barreling into your house to show off a new bomb she had been experimenting with, almost setting your house on fire, she’s not entirely surprised to find you curled up in bed

she’ll put away the bomb if you ask nicely enough - and give her a good pair of puppy eyes - and instead she’ll join you in bed

she doesn’t have anything to do that day anyways

and if you do? she thinks you can do it tomorrow, who’s really gonna care?

you have a girlfriend willing to commit arson for you if you ask, no one is going to criticise you as long as jinx is around

cuddles are in store for you

(if you beg her, you might be able to convince her to help you with your chores later on too)

“heya toots! it’s a lazy day today, huh? no problem, i was gonna have one of those myself. leave monkey-bomb outside? fineeee. if you insist. we’re not doing anything today though, ya hear me? i could really use some cuddles after tinkering in my workshop all day. scooch over now, bubbles!”

hope you enjoyed anon!!!

be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed :))

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 6

Part 5 / AO3 Link

Steve was too in shock to do anything at first. Then he grabbed Eddie by the shirt and pulled him in close, pressing his nose to his neck where his scent was strongest. Eddie did a very good job of keeping still while an omega he was crazy for sniffed at him so intently.

"It really was you", Steve said after a moment, still so close that Eddie could feel his lips move. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Eddie's eyes bugged out of his head. "Me!? Why didn't you? You're the one who was all 'have we met before?' You could've-"

"I didn't know! I mean, I didn't remember!", Steve exclaimed as he moved back from Eddie's personal space. Then he frowned. "I was delirious from pushing out an entire human and nearly falling to rejection sickness. What's your excuse for not recognizing me?", he crossed his arms.

"Baby", Eddie smiled fondly and Steve kind of hated how he was starting to melt at that. "In your words, you had just pushed out a whole human. You were looking rather...disheveled", he put gently.

Steve's face had been red and swollen from the effort, glistening with sweat. His hair either stuck to his forehead or a mess of a nest, sticking in the hair. How was he supposed to equate that person with the one in front of him? It had been a day of high stress for both of them. Eddie had just come from visiting his uncle after a bad accident when a nurse asked him in a rush if he was available to assist an omega giving birth.

"My mom was kind of in a similar situation, so I'm told", Eddie said. "My dad had been arrested the night before. Luckily she was able to get a hold of Wayne so he could be with her."

He could still remember the sour scent in the room, nothing like the lovely way Steve smelled now. Even back then, he'd been in disbelief that there hadn't been anyone that locked him down. Not officially, anyway. And still hadn't. Then Eddie realized he could be the one.

"You know I always kinda wondered what happened to the guy and his kid. Glad I got to find out", he beamed. "Did you ever think about the mysterious alpha?"

"Honestly? Yes", Steve replied. During the worst of him and Billy, it would creep up from the back of his mind. "I didn't know anything about him besides the fact that he'd been there when I needed him. And sometimes I'd wonder if he was like that all the time."

Eddie leaned in a little. "And?"

"And, I found out he's been my son's teacher, guiding him through a formative year of his life incredibly well. He's better than I could have ever imagined."

Unable to help himself, Eddie grabbed Steve's face in a careful hold and kissed him. Steve answered with just the right amount of softness, but then pushed him down onto the couch. Eddie let out a small whimper when Steve pushed his leg between his, brushing against him. Steve grinned against his lips and sat up with a mischievous look.

"You took such good care of me. Time to return the favor."

"Holy shit", Eddie breathed out as he watched Steve slide down his body.

Steve unzipped the alpha's pants and opened them up, mouthing and licked at his cock through his boxers, getting it obscenely wet. Eddie was fully hard in record time. One hand gripped the back of the couch. Steve pulled him out and Eddie wasn't even able to look down as he felt that alluring heat surround him. He knew he'd cum instantly.

But the wet sounds on their own were too much too, so he finally ventured a look. It was a near mistake because the moment he did, his eyes met Steve's and he bucked into his mouth.

"Sorry! Sorry", he said, not meaning to choke the other.

Steve just smiled as he pulled off and licked his lips. "Can you do something for me?"

Eddie just nodded dumbly. Steve could ask him to commit arson. Not that he wouldn't do that anyway, but still.

Steve took the hand that wasn't clutching the couch and put it to his head. "Can you keep my hair out of my face?" He didn't wait for an answer as he put his mouth back on Eddie, sucking away.

Later on, Eddie would think about how the products in Steve's hair did a pretty good job of keeping his hair out of his face and that he'd asked for his own reasons. Eddie thought he was doing well though, fingers digging into his hair and holding it back while Steve went to town on his dick, moaning around it like he was desperate for it.

Eddie was right on the edge when Steve pulled off, suddenly remembering something. He stood up, ignoring the alpha's whines as he pulled him up.

"We've gotta go to the bedroom."

"Oh, yeah, hell yeah." Eddie was all for that.

Steve smirked as he led him by the wrist. He had just remembered that if he had sex with Eddie on the couch there was a chance Shawn would smell that as well. Fragrance spray could only cover so much.

Eddie was so sweet through the whole thing, seeming to not believe that he got to touch Steve like this. Steve encouraged him through the whole thing, wanting to be touched, wanting to be loved on and marked up.

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The next morning. Steve's alarm went off, reminding him that he had an alpha to get out of the house before his son got back home. In a flurry of clothes, Eddie got dressed. Steve threw on a robe that went down to his knees, preserving his modesty. He followed Eddie down the stairs, sharing about three kisses at the door before Eddie took off.

He pulled out of the driveway and left at nearly the same time that Robin could be seen walking Shawn from her house. At the last second Steve remembered the spray the living room and kitchen. He had just enough time to light a scented candle before Robin was walking in without knocking.

"The stork has come with your baby delivery~!"

"I'm not a baby", Shawn giggled.

"Oh but you'll always be my baby", Steve pinched his cheeks playfully. "Did you get breakfast yet?"

Shawn nodded. "We made our own smoothies!"

"Then you have just enough energy to finish up your homework", Steve decided.

Shawn tried to negotiate going to the park if he finished but Steve sent him on his way because he was seeing the look on his friend's face and thought it should not be addressed around the ears of children.

"I thought you were done slutting around", Robin grinned, eyeing the robe.

Steve rolled his eyes. "It's not slutting when it's just one guy and I'll take you to court on that. Let me shower and I'll tell you everything."

As he washed up, he thought briefly whether or not Shawn should know. He quickly decided that he would ask Eddie first if he wanted Shawn to know that they had actually met much earlier. Once out of the shower, he texted the question to him, understanding if the alpha wanted to keep it a secret for now.

Just because Eddie had been there for the birth of his child didn't mean this needed to suddenly turn serious. They certainly couldn't be too open about it when Shawn was still his student. Parents and staff would talk. And he didn't want his kid getting caught in the mix.

Eddie's reply came a couple of hours later, when they were at the park. Shawn had successfully negotiated.

Eddie: What do you want me to be for you and Shawn?

Part 7

Tag Team

@anne-bennett-cosplayer @aol19 @lololol-1234 @gregre369 @attic-cat-blog @hippieg1rl420

[oogaboogaspookyman]

@sm-baby

I COULD BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE NEW BUT MY HEART ACHES

[JUST FOR YOU]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The office door creaks open

"Heya Pom! Brought back the paper i asked you yesterday?" Jax sounded so cheery. So happy while you just sat there on the chair like a drunkard... Well he's not a romance guy, of course he would be happy on his own. Damn rabbit.

"Not a word? What, still miss Sir Dentures?" He chuckles. He doesn't stop chuckling. What a clown... Thinks the jester. Ironic.

"Hm..."

His smile fades into a sincere frown.

Sigh

"Look here, Pom... It was necessary. He's free, paid for restoring us, we're all good now. No more murder and i got my nice charming scarf back and my favorite brushes, i'm the cool art teacher again!"

"So turn the dumb frown upside down aaaand please give me the paper i asked you? Please and thank you?"

"You're not a romance guy, of course you're fine. [___]hole..."

...

Oh...

"Oh for the love of- the censor is still here?! God darn it, i wanna say the f word for once! I loved doing that!"

You grip onto the table until it began to crack at the memory of him. Him, him, him. That stupid fucking human.

"Pom you may wanna lay off the grip there, i paid a lot for tha-"

A chunk is crushed. Like paper.

...

"Ah..."

Pomni lets go, revealing the chokehold put on the table left a permanent mark.

"Did ya dissociate again? I spoke well 'n clear, i paid a lot for that one!"

"Suck me, rabbit, you can get your s[__]t yourself" Pomni gets up and storms off from the office with no more words.

"Eh... Christ she's not okay..." Jax sighs

"Wonder if things coulda been better?"

Nobody helps at all.

Gangle offered to distract her, have a play, but Pomni wasn't in the mood.

Zooble offered a smoke but she didn't wanna try that kind of stuff.

Bubble is too much of an agent of chaos to give a shit, offered to commit "one (1) arson".

Kinger is just too far gone in his dementia, lucid when it was fucking funny and nothing more...

Nobody helps.

He knew how to help...

Only he knew...

Him...

The door to Ragatha's room creaks open

"Oh hey Pomni! How's your day go... Oh..." Ragatha notices Pomni is not any form of happy, if anything she looks like she's empty inside and wants to die...

"Oh you're not alright... Would you like to talk over tea..?"

"Mm... Will you let me vent properly?" Pomni groaned, still doubting that she won't pull out the whole everything is fine bullshit

"Oh- u-uhm- yes of- of course! Of course, i- i apologize for my past behavior, i really wasn't in my... B- best moments, at the time..." Ragatha stuttered. Don't stutter, you pretentious... ... Anyhow.

"Okay... Do you remember... Caine?" Ragatha already caught wind of the situation...

"The human with the dentures head? Yes, i remember him just fine, he restored us..."

"Yeah..."

"He was a good man, although didn't have the best manners he was alright nonetheless, knew how to make some laugh..." Ragatha and Pomni chuckled at the memory of Caine's wacky way with words. Jumping jellybeans? Seriously? That's a man right there!

A good dude...

"..." Pomni's pupils turned into black scribbles at the thought of him. The chuckling had faded as soon as it started, replaced by...

"I loved that human, if i'm being honest... He knew how to cheer me up, how to make the situation seem less bigger than it actually is... He knew how to kiss, god did he know..." Ragatha let out an "oh my" after hearing Caine kissed her, what else did they do..?!

"He... He was... He's amazing. Just that, amazing..." Pomni sighed, sipping on the tea she's given... "I loved him..." She began to sniff, putting down her cup.

"Oh dearie, come here-" Ragatha put down her cup and welcomed Pomni with open arms, knowing full well she needed to let it out of her system.

And that she did. Pomni got up and hugged Ragatha as tight as she could, and began to sob her lonely heart away, "He loved you too, Pomni, that cannot be denied..." Ragatha spoke as she held Pomni close. The poor jester, so alone...

How ironic.

She has friends, and yet she's lonely.

Caine had filled up a hole nobody could fill, and now that he's gotten out of the game after restoring everyone to their better conditions... That hole is empty once more, a gaping void and nothing to fill it.

How lonely this jester must be...

But it was necessary. He's free now.

[givemea-dam-break]

hey i have a request for lockwood x reader! where maybe the reader hasn’t ever learned how to dance, and lockwood ends up teaching her for a case or just randomly??

a/n: oh how i love this idea. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy!!!

warnings: none gn reader

"I don't understand why it's at all relevant that I'm able to dance."

Lockwood laughs from his armchair, momentarily looking away from his magazine. "We've been invited to a party in the building we're stealing something from. We have to look somewhat natural. Besides, you're going to stay back and be a distraction. What better way to distract than to dance with someone?"

"I can list a few ways," you grumble, beginning to count them off on your fingers. "Activate salt sprinklers, release rabid dogs from the shelter, go streaking, arson -"

"And yet I don't think you'd like to do any of those." He pauses. "I also don't want you doing any of those. Especially streaking."

"I for one would be happy to commit arson."

"No time for joking, (name), we've a heist to plan."

He grins at you and, despite the sly glint in his eyes, you smile, too. It fades as soon as he puts his magazine down and stands, reaching out a hand.

"Oh, no, no, I can dance just fine. I don't need practice."

"You are hopeless at dancing."

"Then get Lucy to be the distraction!"

All of a sudden, you're pulled onto your feet. Lockwood's hand holds yours tightly, not enough to hurt, and no matter how many times you try to pull it away, he doesn't let go.

"Lucy would scare everyone off - she's not the friendliest of people."

"I'll have you know that I'm not the friendliest either."

He eyes the hand you're about to shove him with, gently grabs it to prevent the action, and laughs. "That I can see, but more people like you. Lucy agrees."

"I hate you both."

"Come on. Just a little practice."

It's not like you have much choice. He switches on an old speaker, already set up with a CD of some sort, and quiet music flows from it as he turns back to you. His smile is softer now, more private, as he places your arms over his shoulders The moment he touches your waist, sparks shoot up your body, and your skin feels hot.

"How do you even know how to dance?" you ask as he begins to sway, taking you with him.

"Well, this is literally just moving from foot to foot. A three-year-old could do this." His laugh makes your blood feel like it's been ignited. "My mum used to dance with me when I was little. Nothing advanced, barely anything more than what we're doing now."

The answer takes you by shock a little. Lockwood tries to avoid talking about his family as much as possible, so even this little insight into his family is a big step for him - for you both. You feel honoured that he's even decided to tell you.

He's right, though, it's not a complicated dance at all. Slowly, you both turn, still swaying from foot to foot, and he even throws in a spin, twirling you under his arm. You find yourself laughing despite your hesitance to practice.

With cases flooding in, and most nights spent actually completing them, you don't get much time to really spend time with Lockwood, so you're grateful for it now.

You try not to focus on how it feels to have his hands holding you close, or the feeling of his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. His smile is dazzling and it has butterflies swarming in your stomach, and, even through your woollen jumper, you can feel the heat of his hands.

Maybe it's the feeling of being so comfortable with him that lets you rest your head on his shoulder. Breathing in the scent of him, you smile happily.

"I wouldn't recommend doing that with any other dance partners," Lockwood says. His voice sounds breathy.

"Why not?" you murmur playfully.

His fingers twitch on your waist. You can feel his breath tickling your ear. "I think I'd get a little jealous."

"Anthony Lockwood? Jealous? Never!"

He laughs, pulling you closer.

It's not like your feelings for each other are unknown. Both of you know how the other feels, but nothing has come of it yet. You've both been too busy with cases and trying to get an acceptable amount of sleep to be able to function, but the feelings have always been there, waiting patiently to go that small step forward.

Now, with your chests pressed together as you sway softly, it feels like you might implode, desperate for that step.

When the music ends, neither of you moves. Your arms stay looped around his neck, and his hands are still firmly planted on your waist. You can feel his heartbeat pounding against your own.

Pulling your head from his shoulder, you smile. "I think I'll be a great distraction tonight."

His eyes flicker across your face. "Well, you've been a great one many times before."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Do."

Your faces are impossibly close. A hair barely separates the two of you. You don't miss the way his gaze lingers on your lips.

"Lockwood?"

"Mm?"

"Kiss me, won't you?"

He doesn't even hesitate. He barely has to move before his lips are on yours, and his soul encompasses yours. It's exhilarating, relieving, and you can't get enough of it. Now, finally being able to feel his kiss, it's like there's an insatiable hunger within you. You never want to stop.

But you do, breathing heavily as you look up at him.

"We should have dance practice more often," he says, grinning.

"Perhaps we should."

[matan4il]

Hi. I'm Polish and I want to educate myself. Last week I went to The Polish Jews Museum Polin in Warsaw, Poland.

I also read a lot of online leftist stuff.

Cam you tell me what were 2019 Gaza protests about? Why are you calling them "protests"? I thought they were largely peaceful.

Hi! Sorry it took me a moment to reply. You might have noticed that I'm getting a lot of asks, and I do try to research some things before replying. I'm glad you're trying to educate yourself, I hope you do so by more than just reading whatever anti-Israeli blogs are posting here, posts which de-humanize Israelis and Jews, and justify the violence and murder of our people.

Here's a few pics from the events you're asking me about, organized by the terrorist organization Hamas. In the first pic, please note that each "peaceful protester" is holding a weapon, including an axe (you mentioned the Holocaust... ever since I guided at our museum a Holocaust survivor from Libya, who was attacked by axe-wielding local Arabs half a year after the end of WWII, forever scarring his head and his hands, I never look at an axe in the same way):

And here's some of those "peaceful protesters" with cutters that would allow them to try and breach the fence on Israel's border:

If there's any doubt what would these Hamas terrorists have done if they had succeeded back then in crossing into Israel, we got the answer during the massacre of Oct 7.

On the surface, these "protests" were about Palestinian liberation. But on Apr 9, 2018 Sinwar, the leader of Hamas in Gaza, admitted that he was staging these riots to divert attention away from the failure of the Palestinian Hamas and Fatah to reconcile. An internal Palestinian matter erupted as violence targeting Israel, allowing Hamas to depict itself as THE leader in Palestinian society.

Anyone telling you that these border riots were peaceful is trying to sell you something. Beyond selling you hatred for Israel, the biggest Jewish community in the world today, it's also meant to sell you an alibi. According to this, Hamas' terrorists supposedly had to use violence, 'coz they tried protesting peacefully, and that failed. But these were not actually peaceful protests. Hamas has never tried peace, and has never wanted to, since it's an antisemitic organization committed to the murder of all Jews. It's the same people who murdered over 1,400 people in Israel on Oct 7, who brutally raped, beheaded, tortured, cut off limbs, cut off intimate parts, burned people alive, and all in the name of an ideology that strives to kill every Jew in the world.

Does it sound like "protests" organized by this entity along the border of the Jewish state could have ever been peaceful?

The riots lasted continuously for almost two years, from Mar 30, 2018 to Dec 27, 2019. Since then, there were more riots by the fence, but they had been sporadic. So most of the time, people refer to that period when the riots were a constant. Here's a report on the violence taking place during the riots, released on Mar 27, 2019 (almost a year after they started. Click the pic for better quality):

Again, since you mentioned educating yourself on the Holocaust, I'll point out the swastika that these Hamas terrorists drew on that arson kite that you can see in the above screenshot. I can give you many more examples of how they use the swastika, for now I'll just include one more:

I found another report for you, from an intelligence and terrorism research center. It's from a much earlier point during the riots, posted on May 28, 2018. It mentions the violent nature of the riots, but it also identifies most of those killed when trying to breach Israel's fence up until that point. They're overwhelmingly members of terrorist organizations (not just Hamas). A report from Jan 21, 2019 had similar findings.

Something else to take note of is that Hamas actually paid people to join these violent riots. How much would people get paid depended on how bad their fate would be. Think about how cruel Hamas is being to its own Palestinian people... Hamas is estimated to be one of the richest terrorist organizations in the world (with most of the money going to Hamas' leaders). Here's a reminder that Hamas spent A LOT of money on the Oct 7 massacre, which it could have spent on the Gazans. A little over half of the Gaza population is kept in a state of poverty (the rest are Hamas members or affiliated with it, such as the wives and kids of Hamas terrorists). So, this terrorist organization intentionally keeps the people in Gaza poor, then offers to pay them if they go try to breach the border, and get injured or killed. That gives people motivation not just to participate, but to be violent, in the hope of attracting gunfire from the IDF. Hamas actively encouraged the Palestinians in Gaza to be violent, and to die.

Another piece of evidence that the riots were violent is that there were eight Israelis killed and over 380 injured during these "peaceful protests." If they had been peaceful events, and had been kept to the Gazan side of the border, there should have been no casualties on the Israeli side. This is Barel Chadaria Shmueli (on the right), who was killed by a Palestinian that got close enough to an IDF post along the fence to shoot him point blank:

There are also lots of vids showing the violent nature of the riots, here are two that I can embed, and one I can only link you to, and which reports on over 100 explosive devices thrown at IDF soldiers during that one day alone...

One last, but crucial thing that I'm going to add here... How do you think Hamas managed to breach the Israeli border fence on Oct 7? Hamas used the "peaceful protests" to study the fence and the soldiers guarding it, figure out where there were weaknesses and blind spots, and use that information to infiltrate Israel and massacre over 1,000 innocent civilians here (and over 340 soldiers trying to protect them). Without these "peaceful protests," all of those people would have been alive. In fact, according to one report, some of the explosive devices along the fence that were blown up by Hamas on the day of the massacre might have been planted there secretly during one of the more recent riots along the border.

I hope I managed to answer your question? Let me know if anything wasn't clear!

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[aceofsweets]

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖ yeah... give me a moment...

٠࣪⭑ notes ; so, i'm back!! yippee!!! but only because i'm three weeks away from school ending and i just wanted to write silly oc lore for yowa!! ٠࣪⭑ content ; oc/self-insert, implied oc x canon, this takes place before and during the prologue, lore!, all of this is in lowercase ٠࣪⭑ disclaimers ; this is not an 'x reader', this fic was made for me specifically, if you don't like it please scroll! ٠࣪⭑ cameo/s ; just rubia (@jade-s-nymph) ٠࣪⭑ fandom ; twisted wonderland

click, click, click... just mindless spam clicking.

a series of rhythmic clicking could be heard from a certain dorm room. well, not like that was abnormal coming from the students of ignihyde, a yellow shines brightly as the student groans "booo.... another 3 star."

skipping through the gacha animation, the girl sighed. "what shitty rng luck." oh boohoo, same old boring routine. she'd save up how many crystals only to waste it on a duplicate. someone get the tissues because that's just so sad!

she closed the game to wallow in sadness as she sank into her comfortable bed. she opened her calendar, wait a damn minute-

isn't it the entrance ceremony tomorrow? ohhhh... great! a new bunch of newbies who haven't allocated their skill points yet! hopefully the new ignihyde students aren't gonna be a massive pain in the ass.. well, ignihyde doesn't have it as bad as heartslabyul at least (like seriously who let heartslabyul be so overpopulated...)

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

"you must attend! it is truly unbecoming of a student of our prestigious school to not attend our solemn ceremony!" the thunderous voice coming from yowa's phone was so... noisy.. but who was she to not listen to his rants? well, she was listening to him politely scolding her as she was putting on the ceremonial robes "idia's not going either tho.." she responded. "well, it does not justify your absence from the ceremony!" "i get it. I just don't want to attend in person tho."

the person on the other line of the call only sighed, why is she always like this?

"hmph.. very well, just be sure to attend the club fair!" "i won't miss your terrific horse riding skills" "eurk..!" hes probably as red as a rose right now. "see you during the club fair." she said before hanging up. she had a bit of time left.. she can play some gam-

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

another call? seriously?? she has like 4 contacts on her phone, who the hell is calling he- oh. Rubia.

"what's good" "you're not attending the ceremony, correct?" "oh goddamnit" "as i thought" "no shit rubia" silence filled the room for a few seconds

"so, how was the call with riddle?" "are you stalking me? where are you?? under my bed??" "it'd be difficult to be under your bed when you don't even have a bed frame" the ignihyde student rolled her eyes "i do have a bed frame for your information." "what? the headboard you forged out of pillows? that does not classify as a bed frame and I know you know it." "it's better than nothing tho" "you have idia to pay for a bed frame." yowa chuckled.

"yeah yeah." "the ceremony should be starting by now." rubia mentions "welp, cheers to the next generation of level 1 newbies" yowa joked as she hung up.

logging onto her account to attend the ceremony online, it seemed like it was approximately 9 minutes from starting.

let's watch the newbies join the game for the first time, shall we?

๋࣭⭑ ⭐˖

okay. wow. that ceremony was... fucking wild.

yowa needed to turn off whatever device she was using right now because what the actual fuck was that. so, a random student from another world basically isekaid and triggered a level 5 boss which was a fire-breathing cat (not the weirdest but definitely weird.) that started committing arson? this ceremony was a goddamn mess, but it was an entertaining mess.

after observing the ceremony she had screen recorded over and over, she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and feel a little bit bad for the newbie. maybe it was because they had to live in ramshackle of all places, but eh. they'll adjust to this world despite being magicless.

she was typing all of this down until she heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door "nee-san! the ignihyde welcome celebration is about to begin!" yowa chuckled as she heard the robotic, but lively voice called for her "yeah... give me a moment"

i guess she can wonder more about that newbie later. for now, she'll enjoy her life the way it is.

٠࣪⭑ notes ; man i've been gone from this platform for such a long time lmao, sorry if the fic and grammar is terrible, just trying to ease myself into writing again. thanks for reading, always remember that reblogs > likes, love you all !!

xoxo, parfait

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

Abby, Yara and Lev incorrect quilted cuz they are my children and I would die for them (with some other characters) xx

Abby: I really like Eminem.  Yara: I prefer skittles.  Abby: I’m talking about the rapper.  Lev: Why would you eat the wrapper?

Lev: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Abby way.  Yara: Isn't that the wrong way?  Lev: Yes, but it's faster.

Lev: It's locked. You got a lock pick?  Yara: Yeah-  Abby: *kicks in the door*

Abby: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!  Yara: Alright.  Lev: Hey, I-  Abby: SHUT UP!  Lev: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!  Yara: It was bound to be stupid.

Lev: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-  Abby: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~  Lev: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-  Yara, recording: This is so cute.

*Squad is playing Among Us*  Yara: I believe Lev is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Abby, what were you doing?  Abby: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!

Lev: Thanks for not telling Yara what happened.  Abby, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

Abby, to Yara: If Lev doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.  Lev, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Lev: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?  Yara: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!  Lev: Mean.

Lev: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…  Yara: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.  Lev: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…  Abby: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Abby: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!  Abby: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-  Lev: I did?  Abby: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Lev.  Abby: *walks away*  Lev:  Lev: She’s gone Owen.  Owen, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Thank you!

Lev: I have a plan.  Abby: I have the hospital and Mel on speed dial.

Lev, on the phone: Uh. . Hey, Mel, i uh, I’ve been stabbed.  ABBY: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?  Lev: Wait- You aren’t Mel. Sorry- I didn’t mean to call you-  Abby: NO, WHERE ARE YOU? IM COMING THERE. IM NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU ALONE AFTER BEING STABBED.

Yara: I'm very disappointed in you, Lev.  Abby: C'mon, don't get mad at Lev!  Yara: Abby, stop telling Lev it's okay for them to punch you! They need to learn not to punch people!  Abby: But I'm not a person!  Lev: Which is why I punched her!

Abby: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone*  Yara: Hey, Abby, how was your day?  Abby: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Yara* Hell.  Lev, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Abby: Where’s Lev?  Yara: Around.  Abby: Around?  Abby: You don’t have any idea, do you?  Lev, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Abby: Hey, Lev. Why did the chicken cross the road?  Lev: To get to the other side?  Abby: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“  Lev: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?  Abby: To get to the idiot’s house.  Lev: ...Ok?  Yara: Hey, Lev. Knock knock.  Lev: No.  Yara: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”  Lev: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?  Yara: The chicken.  Lev: Abby: Yara: Lev:Listen here you little shits-

Yara: Yesterday, I overheard Lev saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Abby replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Yara: Abby, just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.  Yara: No, that’s Owen… I’m your nicest friend.  Yara: No, thats Lev... I’m your friend!

Abby: I hate to to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.  Yara & Lev: Yara: Was it Lev?

*Lev is laying on the floor with their eyes closed*  Abby: Hey, are they sleeping or dead?  Yara, messing around: Hopefully dead, I hated them.  Abby, joining it: Yeah, me too.  Lev, sitting up: First of all, fuck you guys.

Lev: Abby, just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.  Lev: No, that’s Yara… I’m your nicest friend.  Lev: No, thats Owen... I’m your friend!

[ranaissingle]

Hi love! Just a little idea, what if Elvis' girlfriend sees them play football and wants in on the fun?

I just love that football scene way too much 👉👈🥰

Girls Just Want To Fun

Masterlist Fandom: Austin Butler and/or Elvis Rating: M Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader and/or Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 951

Warnings: some light smut at the end, sexual innuendos, Elvis being too hot to handle? A/N: Can we please just take a second to talk about hot he is? I would commit arson (or any other federal crime for that matter) for this man Jesus Christ. I don't know a lot about football so forgive me if I don't get all of the rules and things right. You also didn't specify if you wanted smut or not so I just did a little but let me know if you want something spicier haha. Now, on to the story!

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The weather outside was beautiful, to say the least. The sun was shining and the clouds were few and far in between. Elvis has been outside messing around with his cousins and friends while Y/N was content to sit on the porch and catch up on her reading while sipping on some sweet tea. She heard the noises of the boys' roughhousing as they tackled each other to the floor only to get up and do it all over again.

Whilst in the depths of her novel, Elvis came up the steps of the porch to greet her.

"Hey there darlin', you doin' alright?" He was breathing hard and Y/N watched as the drops of sweat made their way down the expanse of his neck before dripping slowly into the divot of his collarbone. His hair was tousled from running around and fell so beautifully over his forehead and eyes. She wondered how something as simple as that could mesmerize her so extensively.

Y/N shook her head and looked up at Elvis's face before he caught on to what she was really thinking. "I'm fine Elvis just a little bored is all. Wait, actually would you mind if I played some football with you all? I'm getting tired of just sitting around? I want to have some fun!". Her fingers wound around the others while she asked her question. She didn't want to interrupt his merriment, but she was practically dying from boredom.

Elvis' large answering smile was all Y/N needed to quell her anxieties.

" Of course darlin', I was actually comin' over to ask ya the same thing." He firmly grasped her hands before hauling her up onto her feet and pulling her down the steps of the porch.

"Alright, I gotta teach ya how to throw a football first, and then we can start doin' the other stuff." Y/N gave him a brisk nod and mumbled "mmhm".

Elvis stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her front to reach her hands. He grasped her fingers and wrapped them softly around the football in his hand. Y/N couldn't even pay attention to the way she was supposed to hold the ball with Elvis' front pressed firmly against her and his head leaning into the crook of her neck.

"Keep ya hands like this and grasp the ball tight like that. Good job baby." He punctuated his compliment with a kiss on Y/N's neck and cheek. He stepped away from her slightly to explain to her how to throw the football. Their dog, Charlie, was standing at attention ready to catch the ball at a moment's notice.

"Bring ya arm back like this, aim the ball and then throw. I'll help ya through the first throw alright?"

"Okay, yeah I got it." Y/N's voice was soft as Elvis reached around her to mirror the movements with his hand and arm clasped around hers. This was not going to help her concentration. Elvis helped Y/N's hand mirror the movements a few times before eventually unwrapping himself from around her, much to her dismay.

"Okay, now it's your turn honey. Do it jus' like I taught ya, got it?" Y/N missed his warmth immediately and the hot summer air could do nothing to quell the chill that came with the lack of Elvis' body heat. But Y/N didn't want to embarrass herself so she reared back her arm, aimed the ball toward the dog, and let the ball fly.

"Nice form darlin' ya did so well." Elvis wrapped his arms around her waist as he settled his body back against her. Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

"aah" The breathy moan and sharp inhalation afterward were all that Elvis needed to catch on to her predicament. An easy smirk crept its way onto his lips as he squeezed her tighter. He turned her around by her shoulders until she was face to face with him. Y/N's eyes were wide and her lips were ravaged from all the biting she had put them through. Elvis was enchanted, to say the least. She always looked beautiful but he thought she looked her best when she wanted him.

Elvis moved his hands to hold her face with one and her waist with the other before he knelt his head down to kiss her. He moved her head every which way to kiss her at every possible angle. He would never tire of the curve of her waist and the soft moans and gasps she would release when he let his hands explore her.

" mmh El-Elvi- ahm" she tried to say his name in between kisses but Elvis' lips silenced any attempt at coherent communication. The hand on her waist moved up and down her back while the other on her cheek slid down onto her neck and back up into the locks of her hair.

He pulled himself away from her lips and moved down to her neck.

"You're so beautiful, baby. I could spend the rest of my life lookin' at ya and I still wouldn't be able to get my fill." The words were muffled by the collar of Y/Ns blouse. Elvis left open-mouthed kisses along her neck and up to her ear where he began whispering sweet nothings as his hands continued to work wonders.

"Jump up into my arms baby I want to take ya inside." His nose had nuzzled itself behind her ear and Y/N felt the timbre of his voice vibrating against her chest.

Y/N did just that and they abandoned the football and Charlie outside and made their way to the house. She got the fun wanted, albeit not in the manner she had intended.

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I hope you all liked it! Until next time!

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Sniper shenanigans and other things

Tech: Question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all? Sev: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Hunter: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face? Sev: What? Hunter: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

Tech: Crosshair, I am questioning your sanity... Fixer: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

Crosshair: *tapping fingers on table* Sev: *taps fingers back furiously* Scorch: …What’s going on? Fixer: Morse code. They’re talking. Crosshair: -.-- ..- .-. / - …. . / -.-. ..- - . … - Sev: *slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Fixer: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Fixer: Violently practices. Scorch: Violently studies. Tech: Violently sleeps. Crosshair: Violently shoots pictures. Wrecker: Violently boxes. Sev: Violently murders people. Tech: Violently worries about the previous statement.

*the Squad cleaning up* Hunter: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Boss, to Crosshair: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

Sev: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Crosshair: What the hell!? Sev: Oh, sorry, my bad. Sev, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Crosshair, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

*Sev is talking to Hunter over comms* Sev: Yeah, I'm with Crosshair. Crosshair: I'm fucking dying- Sev: Yep, he's okay. Crosshair: I have a knife in my chest! Sev: No, he can't talk right now. He's busy, sorry. Crosshair: I'M BLEEDING OUT-

Sev: Hand me the people opener. Crosshair: ... Crosshair: Pardon? Sev, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me! Crosshair, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Sev: How do you not know what a people opener is? It's pointy- you know? With a handle? Crosshair: Knife. It's called a knife.

[ditzdove]

Gaz: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18?

Dib: Gaz, stop trying to get drugs.

Gaz: Don't suppress my interests.

Professor membrane : Clembrane? What are you doing here?

Clembrane, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Zim: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

Dib: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~

Zim: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Clembrane, recording: This is so cute.

Clembrane: How would you like your pancakes?

Professor membrane: Plain.

Dib: With sprinkles!

Zim: Chocolate chips.

Gaz: Potatoes.

*Zim, Dib, and Professor membrane look at Gaz*

Gaz: What? They're good.

Dib: I love murder mysteries!

Zim, trying to impress them: I've been a suspect in four murder cases.

Gaz, to Dib: When was the last time you let someone hug you?

Dib: *thinking*

Dib: 2012.

Zim: 2012…?

Dib: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked dad out so I let him hug me.

Dib: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it.

Zim: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

Zim: When did you become a hero?

Dib: Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

Zim: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Dib: Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

Gaz: Clembrane, gather the others. We need to have another Dib-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Clembrane: What are you writing?

Gaz: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Dib, looking over Gaz's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Zim: I’m a bad person, I’m a very bad person, I’m a horrible person.

The Squad:

Zim: No you’re not, Zim! We still love you, Zim!

Dib: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.

Zim: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Dib : Zim, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Zim: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

Dib: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

Dib: Wow, it sure smells like wrong dog in here!

Professor membrane : Oh buddy...

Dib, already sobbing: ASK.

[callsignmarz]

MDNI | 18+ : Soap x Reader AU: Euphoria x COD

TW-ments alcohol, arson, DV, sexual content and explicit language.

“Twisted Games”

What was the saying, new year, new me?

Well if only that shit were true...Neither of you would simply just let it go. In the beginning, you both appeared to be picture perfect.

The 'It' couple.

The two of you were inseparable, catering to each other's every little need and desire, wallowing in the epitome of love. Thriving off of people either wanting to be you or to fuck you. Slowly building an empire on envy and lust.

But, like every relationship, there were...cracks.

Some bigger than others.

It was a quarter until midnight and more bodies flood into the lavish airbnb that Gaz booked up. It was said this New Year's party was going to be one for the books. By the looks of it, they weren’t kidding either.

The LED lights hue a kaleidoscope of captivating colors as the bass of the music pulsates through the speakers and smoke wafts through the air.

Closing your eyes, you throw back another shot of vodka. The cool liquid goes down smoothly, your face begins to pucker, struggling with the burn that lingered. Your best friend of 3 years, Winnie, hands over the chaser you both shared and you swiftly extinguish the fire in your throat with Sprite.

"Bitch, you're going to black out before the new year even starts!" She chortled, sounding equally if not more, intoxicated.

"And? I want to black out this whole. Fucking. Year." You drawled each syllable in a slur. The rim of the red solo cup in your hand lightly taps at your bottom lip, getting ready to swallow what's left.

The second you make eye contact with her, the two of you are bursting out laughing. Winnie’s hand clamps down on your arm, holding for support as you mindlessly stumble into each other. After the laughter dies down, Winnie checks the time on her phone and you manage to gulp down another shot.

“We have about, 20 minutes until it’s the New Year and we both need to find someone worth a New Year’s Kiss.” Winnie mentions dryly as her eyes wander off into the sea of people. The smile on her face then evaporates, spotting trouble from a far. "Oh the fucking balls on this guy." She mutters.

Your brows knit together in confusion. “What? Who?”

As you turn to meet with her gaze, your chin tilts down, glaring through your eyebrows. All the fun you were having prior was immediately sucked out of the room.

The fucking audacity.

"Soap!" Gaz calls out as he bumped wrists with Johnny, who had his Herculean arm wrapped around some random skinny blonde. Gaz was never one to judge, but given who was at his party; he could already sense the looming tension. "What's goin' on, brother? Happy New Year's. Glad you could make it. So, uh...who's this?" He casually points, with an awkward smile.

"Of course. Happy New Year's. And uh…This is..." Johnny thinks for a moment, though, of course, he couldn't really find the fuck to give what her name was. Her job tonight was to smile pretty, wave a few times and end with his load on her, preferably on her perked up rack.

The blonde boobs for brain, frolickly rolls her eyes, extending her hand out to Gaz. "I'm Amber."

"Nice to meet you, Amber." Gaz says in a friendly tone as he shook her hand. His eyes flicker over to Johnny with worry eddying.

"So, you and y/n..?"

When your name was mentioned, Johnny shoots Gaz a quick look with resentment and ire ticking in his jaw. His free hand swipes over his face, fixing it and his hold on Amber.

"Fuck that crazy bitch." He denounces in a low voice.

Gaz doesn’t say anything, instead he simply nods as he took a sip from his drink. Technically, Johnny wasn't lying. It also didn't come as a shock either, but it was a touchy subject.

For the both of you.

"I swear to god, Winnie, if he fucks her tonight. I will commit arson." You hissed out your promise with liquid courage backing you up.

Winnie methodically takes your drink away, familiar with your temperament, setting it to the side. Her hand circles back, combing her fingers through your hair, smoothing out your fly aways and nerves.

"On the bright side. You are way prettier than her. She literally looks like someone he picked up last minute at the pub. Definitely a downgrade."

"Clearly, which is so disrespectful on Johnny’s end. At least if you're going to rebound publicly, make sure the girl is worth showing off."

Winnie nods in agreement. “Exactly.”

You squint as Johnny and his plus one walk away from Gaz, maneuvering their way through the cesspool of bodies to dance. When they find a spot of their choice, Amber casts her arms up and around Johnny's neck, swaying her hips to the beat of the music as his palms gently glide down her curves until they lounged on her waist.

Johnny's midwinter blue eyes came up to sweep the room, promptly linking with yours. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, fully aware you would be watching. He had purposefully made sure to flaunt the piece of ass that he snagged right in front of you.

And just like that, the war was on.

And of course, he was winning.

Drumming your acrylic nails against the porcelain countertop, your chest heaves as the blood in your veins pumps with a potent mixture of bitterness and spite. Johnny pulls Amber closer, cradling her as they grind their bodies together. Mindful that your eyes would follow, Johnny’s hands fall from Amber’s waist to grope her non-existent ass. His eyes darken to a deep glacial blue as they glance back at you, ensuring that you’re witnessing everything.

It was when Amber's lips instinctively find their way to the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, that finally pushed you off the edge.

"Oh yeah, asshole? Two can play at this game." You grumbled, bolting from the kitchen, in search for a relatively semi-decent looking guy at the party.

"What did you s— Wait y/n!" Winnie goes to protest, but it was too late.

You had made up your mind and set out on your mission.

Approaching the first guy that caught your eye, you were ticking every box. Taller than Johnny? Check. Burly built? Check. Chestnut brown hair and not stupid drunk, but most importantly; not ugly. Triple check.

At the moment, the guy was having a casual conversation with what you assumed were his friends, but was soon interrupted by the hasty sounds of your heels clicking against the tile floor, catching his attention before your question did.

“What’s your name?”

“Paul.” He answers with a sly smirk, giving you a swift once-over.

“Let’s go, Paul. We’re dancing.” You say with no excitement in your voice, giving him no room to object—not like he was going to anyways.

Paul lets you steal him away, holding his hand as you deliberately drag him to the middle of the dance floor and just a few feet away from your ex-boyfriend and his poor excuse for arm candy.

Feeling the beat of the music, you spin to turn your back towards Paul, allowing his hands to roam while you rock your hips against his body. Johnny huffs out a dry laugh, his eyes nearly black as you torment him, rolling your perfect ass into another man’s groin. Your bodies moved in sync as your hands glide up, accentuating your curves with your fingertips.

God, you were so sexy…

He hated that you were. It drove him crazy in the relationship and it was driving him crazy now. But, that was also his favorite thing about you. Especially when you were his and his alone.

The standoff between you and Johnny continues with the tension bound to break at any given time, unbeknownst to Paul and Amber.

Tipping your head back, you lean into Paul with your eyes closing shut, solely focused to the beat of song. Your heart picks up a pace when you felt his hand paw at your left breast. It was unwarranted and instinctively you pushed yourself off. Before you could open your mouth to say something, you’re then hauled away by Johnny, his grip bruising and secure while he ruthlessly shoves people out of his way.

“Get out my fuckin’ way!” Johnny roars out a path, startling you and those around. Looking back, you see Paul and Amber standing there, sharing the same dumbfounded expression and a victorious smile glosses over your lips.

Once you make it outside, Johnny doesn’t stop there. He leads you over to the side of the house, steering clear of listening ears. The music fades into a faint rhythmic boom contrasting with your drunken giggles.

“Oh, you’re laughin’ are ya?” He bites with a vicious edge in his tone, which you found more attractive than amusing.

“Yeah I really am, Johnny. Is there a problem?” You challenge, knowing what buttons to push.

When you both turn the corner, his hand releases your wrist and in a split second, the air in your throat is held captive by Johnny’s vice grip. The back of your head hits the graveled siding with a dull pain blooming from the impact and your nails dig into his arm, leaving streaks of carmine behind.

“Problem?” Johnny repeats in a deep growl as he leans in dangerously close. “Yeah, I got a fuckin’ problem. You’re dancin’ around with some limp dick fuckhead, actin’ like you like that shit.”

Although his hold on your neck was damning, you managed to slip out a chuckle. “And what if I do, huh? Yet, you can waltz in with some blonde bitch?” Your strained words were like gasoline to a fire pit as the anger in his bloodstream shooting up a couple of degrees and his grip tightens as a result.

“Keep talkin’ y/n…” He grits his warning through his teeth with the tip of his nose pecking your cheekbone.

The heat from Johnny’s breath wisps at your neck and derails down your spine. You bite your lip, aroused and bracing.

“Or what? Are you going to put me in my place?”

Despite the heavy load of jealousy and fury, his hand twitches as does his cock, steadily swelling in his blue jeans. Tilting his head down, Johnny’s eyes rake over you and the solid black, over the shoulder laced sequined dress you wore.

It hugged your curves almost too perfectly.

A mirthless smirk twisted his lips. It didn’t take a genius to know this dress was meant for easy access. You felt him press against you along with the telltale sign of his arousal.

“You would want that wouldn’t you?” Johnny implied, his tone husked with libido.

Even when the two of you were together, it was a constant battle for power and it only seemed to get worse when you two would be on ‘break.’

But, in some sick and unhinged way…

You both liked it.

His question was met with a pregnant pause while the both of you burned holes into each other just by glaring. Johnny shifts further into you, riding your dress up and you shudder as your clit brushes against his knee.

“I didn’t hear you, y/n. I suggest you use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me.” He murmured, dropping his hand to the outer part of your thighs, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric of your dress, exposing the black thong, seizing a hold around your hips so you’re slowly grinding his leg.

“Go on, babe. Tell me.”

[tireddovahkiin]

Since I'm obsessed with Sephizilia lately, here, have some ship dynamics that are these two while I ACTUALLY make a drawing of Tsizilia already💀

SHIT TON OF ANGST. Like a lot. Both had such massive trauma that healing feels WRONG for them. But they're trying.

Sephiroth is the calm, sly and sarcastic who teases a lot of the two, while Tsizilia is the tired, serious and dry resting bitch face of the two. Tsizilia has a secret soft spot, where she is sometimes flirty, and a bit more energetic than usual. They both hide their fears and insecurities behind their personalities, where Sephiroth fakes confidence, and Tsizilia fakes toughness.

DEPRESSION™ I TELL YOU.

Tsizilia is the one who doesn't care about her well being that, and Sephiroth hates it💀

(They're literally that one meme: "You're the love of my life and I would do anything for you." "I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule." "Absolutely not.") <<< what they actually argue about... such children

SARCASM. SARCASM 24/7. (Except Tsizilia rarely can recognize it when Sephiroth uses it LMFAOOOO-)

Sephiroth and Tsizilia both were unwanted and abandoned in their young years. They both didn't have childhood. So, their copings are different. Sephiroth thinks he doesn't deserve things, and pushes people away, but that is just because he is scared people will leave him, like they always do. He doesn't want to get attached.

Tsizilia however, she is a people pleaser to those she loves and holds close. She is also afraid people will leave her, but instead of pushing away, she will blame herself. She refuses to leave people, because of her SAME fear of abandonment. Tsizilia acts tough, but is actually ready to plead if someone she loves was to leave her.

Once turned evil, they both pledged to each other, that there was no leaving. They will ALWAYS be together against everything. And nothing will make them fall apart.

The two WILL burn the worlds for each other without hesitation.

...

Also, they're like both badass and serve cunt and hot and powerful af and YUHHHHH-

Both introverts. In public, Tsizilia looks like she's ready to commit arson at any moment. Sephiroth reassures that is how her face looks normally when outside (she hates socializing).

BOTH TOUCH STARVED AF. But, Sephiroth is touch repulsed at first. Tsizilia waits. Patiently. She will wait as much as he needs to open up. Sephiroth, too.

Tsizilia is the one who hides her 'true self' the most. What she likes, what she hates, not allowing herself to relax out of fear of judgement/using the vulnerabillity against her. Sephiroth also waits. Encourages her. Reassures her.

They're both very fucked up, closed off, wounded. But, through time, and the help from both of them, they'll learn to heal, open up, and love to the full, full capacity.

(YALL IM SO SORRY I GOT CAUGHT OFF GUARD WITH THE RANT- I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH, I ADORE THEM, IM SO HOPELESSLY ENAMORED BY THEM AND THEIR EXISTENCE-)

[bengiyo]

I Feel You Linger in the Air Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Not!Ohm showed up again and convinced Jom to deliver a message to Fong Kaew. Whatever was in the letter inspired Fong Kaew to accept her role in this house, and she committed to seducing Robert. It has elevated her status, and this seemed to worry Maey. We also learned that Euangphueng and Maey conspired to bring Fong Kaew into the house to direct Robert's attention elsewhere. Meanwhile, Jom tried to cover for Prik so she could take care of her dying mother, and both were punished for this. Prik took the brutal reminder that she is just a servant for what it was. Jom is also losing it over the time stuff. He's realizing that he's the one drawing the pictures he found and is seeing himself in the future.

So, Puttyuban Bar is definitely some kind of speakeasy.

Yai seems very jealous of Jom looking at James.

Interesting. Last episode Robert got intense about a fire, and this week we're learning he may have used arson to evict people from lands he desires.

James and Yai said this is their favorite place, and we just got the backstory on Nuey. Feeling a lot of things about how hard it was for our people to find each other.

I hope James isn't revealed to be a douche later, because I like the way he regards Jom.

Nonkul's worried tone as Yai started drinking heavily was really good.

Man, what is happening to Jom? I keep thinking about Kindred and getting so nervous.

"He has become unstuck in time." -Zathras

Oh boy. I don't want Ming further involved with Fong Kaew and her situation with Khamsaen.

Yai is snooping!!

If they burned Fong Kaew's home and killed her dad just to get her to marry Robert...

Well played, Fong Kaew.

Petty Yai is amusing.

Wait, does Jom think that encounter was about food?

James saying Jom reminds him of his first lover in the time travel show carries implications.

And now James is telling Yai to shit or get off the pot. My feelings about community are swelling.

I get Jom running away. This is the past. It's dangerous for both of them, and he's hoping to leave.

I just love that Yai and James stressed multiple times that they respect if Jom doesn't like them or wants them to back off.

Jom is correct to worry about the society around them. No gays exist in a bubble.

"Our time has just begun," at the halfway point of the time travel show??? Ominous.

WHAT THAT MOUTH DO???

That was a really pretty kiss.

Next week they'll get clocked because it's hard to ignore when two people are vibing that hard

This was a beautiful episode. When I like to praise Tee for the queerness of his storytelling, I'm talking about moments like this. Tee understands that we've always been here, and many of our stories never got shared or passed down. Some of us didn't make it, and some of us were required to hide ourselves away. I think there's something really special about the way James accepted that he wasn't chosen and opted to give Yai a nudge.