#i'm pretty sure that people can see that i gave up halfways

[peachdevilart]

little Fan-art for @potetogrrl1 (since your work is incredible <3) At least this is how i imagine the Yandere!Family (tho i kinda forgot in what direction i wanted to go with the older bro WELP) EDIT from 22. December 2023: Due to plagiarism potetogrrl1 closed her account and deleted all of her work. ALSO Whoever thinks that feeding ChatGPT/other AI the work of hardworking writers and other artists (just because you can't wait a week for the next update) is ''OK'': YOU ARE THE PROBLEM and incredibly stupid and ignorant. YOU ruin things for everyone. Now keep on crying that your favorite Artist/Writer won't shove their free work into your ungrateful throat anymore. I said what i said and i won't change my mind on this topic. If you want to debate me on this topic, it clearly shows that you have in fact no knowledge on it to begin with, especially if you don't see anything wrong with it.

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vii

✧.* you've finally secured your well deserved p1 after months of suffering with red bull and while you celebrate it the right way, love is in the air and everybody sees it now.

✧.* when i think about my muppets i think about this song, should i make like a playlist of songs that remind me of this fic, give y'all the vibes ive been having? 👀 spelling mistakes add character, don't mind them 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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y/nusername I'd like to thank my parents— p1 baby!🏆

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y/nloveee yes baaaaabbyyyyy 🤩🤩

norrizz one big fat fuck you to red bull!

adam_norris_pure_electric amazing race, amazing driver!🥇

carlandooo oh my gosh, I'm dead, Adam out here supporting his future daughter in law 😭

norry4 stop it 😭

ricky78 bring it home y/n!

natewhite this girls good, she should try racing in f1..

carlossainz55 well deserved! 🔥

chilisainz wish I had a supportive ex boyfriend 💀

y/nlandooo we're so back with our 1-2!

yourmomsuser super proud of you! 🥰

milouberger back where you belong!

hamilt44n girl, shut up..as if you didn't try to push her off the track halfway..🤨

redbullgirl come back please, perez is a joke 😢

landonorris that's my girlfriend 😍

bott_ass we were aware 😂

landonorris you got any plans tonight? wanna celebrate?

landosmclaren HOWLING ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED

maxfewtrell mega race 🙌

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y/nusername ending an amazing weekend with my favorite lil' guy 🧡

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norrizz honestly such a power couple!!

sharl16 oh they in love love huh?

bott_ass not the after sex selfie 😭

bananaclerc I was looking for this comment 😭

y/nlando y/n's finally showing more of her and lando on here 🥺

mrsnorris 🤮 get someone your own age 🤮

cecilemoulin I just know y'all were late because you've been watching tiktok's in bed all morning..

y/nusername Cecile thirst trap edits go hard

carlandooo y'all think y/n finally realised she likes this man? Seemed pretty one sided to me for a hot minute 😂

ceciley/n I think Cecile said in an interview that THEY aren't used to dating younger dudes and that she felt out of place for the first few weeks..pretty sure she meant herself and y/n 😉

carlandooo CECILE IS DATING SOMEONE?

ceciley/n yeah..max fewtrell? Girl where have you been? 😂

carlandooo under a fucking rock apparently! Wow, these girls really said young, cute and british? Yes ma'am 🥰 so real of them

ceciley/n a couple of besties dating another couple of besties 😂

hamilt44n where are Carlos and Pierre now? You think they gave up? :')

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[bigassmoonchild]

this may have been in my head for a few days

but

everyone thinking simons in charge in the household and that hes the one to tell off the kids and everything but they find out that no hes the laid back parent and the head of the household is this 5 foot 8 woman who ends up keeping the boys in line and simons just there smirking at them for thinking he was the bossy one

i keep saying i love the ideas you guys have, but you all are honestly doing so good with these (keep them coming, i'll try to actually answer my inbox when i don't feel like dogwater <3)

you'd bugged and pestered and fought simon for nearly two weeks before he'd finally allowed you to invite the 141 for dinner. 'i just want to meet your other family, si,' you whispered to him one night. 'just wanna know the people who are saving your ass,' and he huffed and nudged you.

after weeks of fighting with him, the taskforce was finally allowed into his home. 'what d'ye think his missus is like?' soap nudged gaz, snickering from the backseat. they were all buckled up, as simon was driving them because he knew the way home. price had made sure they'd buckled up.

'i dunno,' gaz answered simply. 'she's gotta be a beast to be able to deal with the lieutenant,' he added. soap shrugged, gave a noncommittal noise.

'feel like l.t is the one running the house. he's got the military training, after all,' and simon had to stop himself from laughing. him? running the house? that you took care of when he was away? and the kids, who were sometimes the literal spawn of satan? it was funny. genuinely.

and as he pulled up the driveway, he watched as you came onto the front porch. a nice little sundress, one he especially loved on you, and some little kitten heels. christ, he'd have a hard time keeping away from you today.

parking the car, he opened the door and was the first one to greet you. pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, and allowing you to greet everyone. price gave you a soft handshake, thanking you for inviting them all over. soap, the bastard, pressed a kiss to the top of your hand. your eyes rolled, a little smile forming on your face.

gaz gave you a little wave, smiling softly. he was always rather quiet, but from what simon had told you he'd warm up. you invited them all in, sliding your heels off before stepping fully into the house. simon followed suit, pulling his boots off as price followed his lead.

soap, on the other hand, tried to walk on your freshly cleaned floors. you stopped sharply, staring the man down. 'if you get mud on my clean floors i will wipe it clean with you,' and he blinked at you. there was a few little giggles from upstairs, and you gave simon a little gesture upstairs.

'i can get you guys something to drink? water, maybe some whiskey?' you asked, waiting to move until gaz and soap had both taken their boots off. gaz shook his head, muttering something about being okay.

'water is fine for us, ma'am,' price spoke for him and soap. there were more little whispers and hushed whines coming from upstairs. soap peaked up the stairs, but they turned just at the top so he couldn't see what was happening.

you gestured to the living room around you. 'please, make yourselves at home. simons home is yours, afterall,' and they thanked you. simon had come back down, helping you hand waters off to the others. a few little footsteps came from upstairs, and two little girls appeared there.

'i tried to tell them that the makeup wouldn't work today, lovie,' simon whispered, just loud enough for soap to hear. he turned to see bright pink blush spread across their faces, some lipstick spread halfway to their chins. they watched you take a deep breath.

it was silent for a moment, a little smile coming from you. 'how did you get into my makeup?' and neither of them answered. 'while it is quite pretty, i'm sure our company would much rather see your pretty faces without anything,' and they stood there for a moment.

you stared at the two kids, who looked at their feet. simon stifled a little laugh as the 141 turned to look at him. 'upstairs,' you told them. 'clean that off, make yourselves presentable and come back down when you're ready,' you spoke calmly. they huffed a little, heard a hum from you and hustled on upstairs.

for some time, the group of you spoke. you'd talked about how simon had reacted in the hospital room ('christ, john, he actually passed out. full on, and the nurses just left him there,') and the group cackled.

simon had taken to helping you plenty, keeping the kids humored enough to not begin complaining, refilling drinks and helping set the table.

'sam, honey,' simon spoke up. 'please don't play with your food, if you don't want to eat it, that's okay. we should save it if not,' and she gave a little huffed whine.

'but daaaad,' she complained. 'there's nothing else to do,' and the group watched as you looked to said girl.

sam looked down at the food, dropping the fork. 'sam, apologize to your father,' and soap found himself stifling a laugh. a little girl, apologizing to the big, bad ghost? she did it, rather unhappily, but perked her voice up after you gave another look.

outside of that, dinner went quite well. the other little girl, sara, had kept to her manners. simon took to taking them to get ready for bed while you cleaned dishes with the help of soap.

'diddnae think that you'd be the one to be uptight with the kids,' he spoke softly. price and gaz were in the other room, helping to clean up the living area. 'thought it would've been simon doing all a' that,' you gave a little laugh.

shaking your head, you handed him another plate to dry. 'no, he's the cool parent. he doesn't have to take care of the kids early during school. he gets lucky, they're real bastards when they want to be,' and you gave a fond little laugh. 'love them to death, believe me, but they really take after their father,' and soap laughed with you.

christ, the 141 hadn't been expecting this at all, but it was different seeing their lieutenant be the relaxed person. it was nice, honestly. seeing him finally relax fully in the comfort of his little family.

'don't tell him i told you, but there's another on the way,' you whispered into soaps ear and he spun to look at you, surprise etched on his face.

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Couples Challenge

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!reader

Synop: Luke bets y/n and Nico can’t go three days without touching each other: pda, kissing, cuddling, anything. Guess who breaks first?

a/n: nico is a simpp... fluff + angst kinda?

cw: one cuss word maybe one or two more, cute shit, pet names: amor, bubs are used

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It was a night out with some of the boys to blow off some steam, and of course Nico insisted that you accompanied him. You didn't mind catching up with the boys in person and having your man by your side, you only got uncomfy when Nico got a bit too comfortable in front his teammates.

Don't me get wrong, you loved when Nico showed affection but you knew PDA made other people uncomfortable and Luke who was sitting across from you, made it very clear.

Nico had kissed your temple when you answered Jack with a witty remark, "You guys are gross..." Luke had whispered to himself hoping no one heard,

"What was that little brother?" Jack nudged Luke

"Nothing"

"No I'm pretty sure you said something." Jack was definitely not going to let this go

You heard what Luke said and laughed at his demeanor. You tried to slyly remove Nico's arm around your shoulder because of so. Nico reluctantly removed his arm halfway and gave you a confused look.

"Sorry Luke" You felt awkward for making Luke uncomfortable because of Nico's affection

"Nah, don't say sorry. What did you say Luke?" Jack had a mischievous smile on

"What's going on?" Nico who had oblivious of the whole situation just butted in

"Luke hates seeing you guys happy." Jack says flatly.

"That is not true." Luke raised his voice in his defense

"I'm so confused" Nico went to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you dodged his attempt. His brown eyes give you sad look,

"Sorry Neeks. Luke doesn't like it when couples show affection, I think." you say

"He's just lonely he doesn't have someone" Jack couldn't help be an annoying big brother

Luke rolled his eyes, "It's just that," he sighed "when you guys are together you are always touchy, Nico always has his arm around you and no offense but it's something I don't want to see." he said softly as possible to mean no offense but everyone started to laugh

"Sorry Luke, I try to back down the PDA but your captain couldn't care less." you said

"That's not true, you are always touchy too, not just me." Nico retaliated making you flustered but also defensive,

"Nu uh, you are way more affectionate than me."

"That's a lie." He unconsciously lies. Truth is that the man can't wait to get home to meet your lips for nth time of the day. He can't wait for you to wake up in the morning so he can finally cuddle you without disrupting your sleep. He can never wait to physically touch you in any possible way.

"I bet you guys can't go three days without touching each other." Luke lets out before quickly taking a sip from his drink

"I think I can" you said with confidence, you knew Nico would be on the brink of death but with confidence he also agrees.

"Please make the bet so I don't have to see that" Luke makes a hand waving motion towards y'all. You turn to Nico, who was already looking at you, to see if he would be willing to do this challenge,

"Deal?" you ask with your hand out

"Deal." he shook your hand having no idea how difficult this was going to be.

Conversation continued and not even two minutes later Nico went to put his arm around your shoulder but tried to save face by placing his arm on your chair.

"That's cheating" the Hughes brother said unison,

"I'm not touching her!" Nico said with a grin on his face, this was going to be a challenge alright.

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The ride home to your shared apartment proved how things were going to be difficult, especially on Nico's side.

"Get your hand off me, sir." you removed Nico's heavy hand from your thigh to the gear stick.

He gave you a very puzzling look, "Oh come on. I thought we were joking, not actually doing the challenge!"

"You shook my hand and we made a deal. You can't back out now." Participating in this challenge was pure entertainment to see Nico break under non-physical-pressure.

"But it's kind of dumb no? We won't see Luke together for the next days so there's no point!"

"The point is to prove Luke wrong even if he's not here, and by the looks of it, you are already struggling." You saw how Nico's right hand has moved from where you placed it, leaning over the console for your touch.

And he takes notice too, "No I'm not." he retreats his hand back to the steering wheel.

"Yes you are." you squint your eyes at your boyfriend, knowing this is going to be fun.

"C'mon Neeks its only three days, it's just for fun. A little test to test our patience." you turned your whole body leaning a little bit forward to convince him to this endeavor.

At a red light, he turns to you, eyeing your lips and asking, "Can we start the challenge tomorrow?"

"Nope." you boop his nose as you plop down into your seat.

He mumbles something is German, probably about how stupid the challenge is, but all you can do is smile all giddy.

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Nico's clinginess and affection was something to get used to when you first started dating. It was surprising to see someone to be so affectionate towards you all of the time. Soon you realized that the man was madly in love with you and this is how he showed it. Even in mundane moments like brushing your teeth before bed, he was always there.

After arriving home, both of your got dressed in your jammies, and went to use the bathroom following your nightly routine. You tried to brush your teeth in peace but you could't ignore the stare of your lover through the mirror, next to you doing the same thing.

"Stop looking at me" you said with a mouth full of foamy toothpaste,

He softly grabs your waist to pull you aside, he spits into the shared sink, "So I can't look at you now?" He essentially losses the challenge now that he has both of his arms around your waist with his head on your shoulder.

"Not like you're going to pounce at me at any second, no." Even though you felt at home in his embrace you sneaked out of his arms leaving you outside the bathroom. He leans on the door frame blocking the entrance from you entering,

"If you don't move, I'll swallow this toothpaste."

He reluctantly moves as you quickly move to spit into the sink but when you turn around, you find him blocking the door again.

"Move, please" you ask in an overly-friendly tone hoping he would budge but doesn't.

He puckers out his lips waiting for you to give him what he wants, completely forgetting or caring about the challenge.

You sigh then come up to him, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in, "Close your eyes." he obliges, still having his minty lips puckered trying to hold back a smile. You lean in, not towards his mouth, but near his ear, "En tus sueños mi amor“ you whispered with a smirk. Catching his body slack, you escaped the bathroom leaving him dumbfounded.

+ +

As fun it is to tease Nico, you were definitely missing his touch, but that was quickly washed away when you saw him become frustrated.

He was about to leave for his morning practice but of course, because he's so accustomed to daily rituals, he expects a hug and very passionate kiss, which you don't return, in return he becomes upset.

"I don't like this challenge." he pouts with his bag over his shoulder,

"I'm sorry bubs," you ruffle his hair to soothe him, "Just think of how better our kisses will be after two days."

"I wan't to kiss you now." your heart ached seeing sadness in his eyes, but a challenge is a challenge, and you were not going to lose.

"You can kiss me when you get back." you say with an innocent looking smile and Nico just sighs. He knows you won't kiss him now so he walks away defeated before saying I love you, and you say it back. At least you said it back is what he thinks as he leaves.

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When Nico returns home he makes it clear he doesn't give a damn about the challenge. He finds you in the shared bedroom reading one of your current obsessions.

"Catch me" he warns you to save your book, as he slowly falls on top of you on the bed. He has you trapped under his body weight,

"Nico get off of me!" you struggle under his weight as he becomes very still.

"No. You have to kiss me first." he mumbles in the soft pillows.

"I can't breathe." you intentionally ignored his request and continued to struggle under him trying hard to not laugh.

"I'm not moving." he breathes into your neck,

"Nico Hischier get off me!" you raise your voice and he props onto his hands hovering over you. He watches how you avoid his eyes, pulling in your lips to hold back a smile.

He leans in to kiss you but you turn your head away making him huff in annoyance,

“You promised to give me a kiss.”

“But you’re sweaty,” you fidget with his dangling gold chain, avoiding his eye contact but he just rolls his eyes to your excuse.

He gets off of you and sits next you, “If I take a shower, will you kiss me then?” the desperation in his voice makes your face warm,

“Maybe” you squeak out before running to the living room. You know he doesn’t follow you when you hear the shower running.

When he’s all dried off and dressed he’s determined to get a kiss but starts to question if this all because of the dumb challenge or something else.

He plops on the coach next to you, resting his chin on your shoulder looking up to you, “Ich liebe dich” he says.

You just hum in acknowledgment which plasters a face full of confusion on him. He moves back to get a better understanding on what the hell is going on,

“Nahh, say it back.” He leans back still with his eyebrows scrunched but reaches his patience when you say,

“Yeah same.”

“Is this a part of the challenge or did I do something wrong?” his serious tone makes you choke out a giggle

“The is not funny,” his eyes finally catch yours when you look at him,

“It kinda is,” you say holding back your big grin

You felt bad for the guy so you gave him a very simple and final ultimatum, "Admit you’re more affecionate than me then you can kiss me.”

His jaw drops ever so slightly baffled that that was all he had to say to earn a kiss. But his body moves faster than his brain and goes straight in for another kiss. Your hand stops him as you laugh, “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I’m more affectionate.” He says quickly and flatly, no room for argument.

“Obviamente.” you say as you pull him in for what he was starving for not even for 24 hours.

After a few minutes of a quick makeout sesh, you mention how Luke would be so disappointed. Both of you didn’t even last a day, let alone three. “I don’t care what he thinks. Actually, I’ll talk with him next time I see him. It’s his fault you were being mean to me.”

Oh boy, poor Luke, you thought.

[ama0310]

The President's Daughter (2)

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: Sorta lol

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Now it's training day for the tributes.

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Arianna would be lying if she said she didn't like training.

She did. She trains everyday for at least two hours. Last week she threw knives at holograms for four hours straight and loved it.

Even after winning her games she knew she had to be prepared for everything. At fifteen she realized how unprepared she was for life, and she was never going to feel that way again.

What she didn't like was having to train with nineteen other people that will want to murder her for their own survival. Obviously minus Mags, Finnick, her district partner, and Johanna.

It's not that she was worried. She just never wanted to return to how inhumane she was all those years ago. Training for fun was one thing, but training for the Hunger Games was completely different.

"Snow White in the flesh. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She smiles instantly turning around finding Finnick in his uniform.

"My fisherman." He laughed and put his arm around her walking her through the training center towards Mags.

She looked at each District pairs stopping her eyes at the District 1 pair throwing their knives at the holograms. Gloss smirks at Cashmere before meeting Arianna's eyes and winks.

Finnick pulls her her towards him glancing at the man, "What's that about? Making an alliance with the Careers?"

She shakes her head looking around to District 3 trying to create fire, "Nope." She then turns to see Finnick staring right at her. "I'm serious. Gloss invited me to the Careers and I told him I would ask you. You're the only alliance I really care about and you know it."

"I was thinking about the newbies." Though Arianna knew that's where he was heading she was skeptical. The girl seemed nice, but her father gave her one rule and it was to not fraternize with the enemy. And Katniss is his #1 enemy currently. "Unless you weren't?"

She runs a hand through her hair, "Can we even trust them Finn? At least with the careers we know they'll have our back until the end."

"I'm sure Gloss would stab me before we even make it halfway." Jealousy bright in his eyes. Gloss definitely had a crush on Arianna, he doesn't blame him though, everyone does.

She ruffles his hair up a bit, "And I would make sure every ounce of blood drains slowly and agonizingly out of his body if he does that."

"My wicked Snow White." He smirks at her threat. He knows if the roles were reversed he would do the same thing. That's how their relationship goes. Even outside of the games every time there was a possible threat towards his girl he was always one step ahead already ready to rip some heads off. She boops his nose before continuing their walk down the pathway.

The moment they made it to the hooks sections she immediately hugged Mags, "Let me see what you're doing Mags." The old lady smiles big before licking her fingers and continuing her work.

Finnick couldn't help but admire the girl as she was following Mags' directions. She was captivating. He couldn't help but stare. Realizing he was staring a little bit too long he starts observing the rest of the Victors. He then noticed Katniss on the other side looking at the ropes. He comes up next to her and grabs onto the rope she was tying (horribly).

"Girl on Fire can't even tie a rope. Hm interesting. Here let me. "He starts wrapping the rope around his hand twirling each strand beautiful. "Let me show you the best knot in the arena." Katniss still stares at him annoyance visible on her face making him chuckle. "Arianna better not see you staring at me. Look at the knot not my beautiful face. This is the bit where it gets complicated."

He then puts it around his neck, tightens it until it's snug against his throat. He grabs the end of the rope, "And this is for...well you know..." He then pretends to be hanging.

The girl in front of him smiles sarcastically, "Fun"

He turns to the girl offering her the end of his rope, "Do you want to take me for a walk?"

Katniss glared at the man about the leave when she retorts, "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend that?"

He chuckles keeping the rope around his neck before pointing to the Knives section. "She's a bit busy being a badass right now."

The duo walks towards where all the tributes seem to be admiring the young girl.

As the first holographic target flickered to life, Arianna's hand moved with lightning speed. A gleaming silver knife soared through the air, embedding itself precisely in the center of the target.

A particularly challenging hologram materialized—a ferocious muttation with razor-sharp teeth. The tension in the air thickened as Arianna locked eyes with the holographic beast.

With a swift, controlled motion, she flung a set of knives in rapid succession, hitting the muttation's vulnerable points. The hologram dissipated in a burst of light, and the crowd erupted into cheers

Arianna, unfazed by the attention, took a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a nod and a confident smile then hugs a proud-looking Mags. "This is my go-to knife and now it's yours. Use it well."

As people were finally going back to their training she stops in front of Katniss and Finnick.

She looks at the rope around his neck while raising her eyebrow. She twirls the loose end of the rope around her hand and tugs hard making him immediately lose his balance and lean towards the girl smirking. "I like this."

Finnick couldn't help but reciprocate the feeling. "You and me both...I was just showing Girl on Fire here the best knot in the arena."

Arianna ties her up in a ponytail before crossing her arms. " You learned from the master. He was the one to teach me many years ago how to do that. When he wasn't even my mentor." She then points to where she was. "I was teaching Mags how to throw a knife. I think she was too busy hyping me up to actually be looking."

"Couldn't leave Snow White in distress. The best part of the Hunger Games is the rope tying." Arianna lightly hit his chest. "And let's be honest here Mags definitely agreed to the demonstration so she can show you off. Very wise woman she is."

Katniss cleared her throat making the duo look at her. Peta also decided to stand next to his fiancé. "That was impressive."

The short compliment made the girl smile, "Don't worry you won't be at the end of my throws." Peta sighed in relief making the duo laugh out loud. "Hopefully we'll be able to be allies, right Finnick?" He nods and winks at Katniss before following the girl pulling his rope.

"If I knew you liked being dominant I would've given you a rope a long time ago." Arianna couldn't help but laugh letting the rope go and taking it off him, she caressed her hand around the rawish area. An intimate yet beautiful moment between the two. Both looking at one another intensely.

Peta and Katniss were still looking at the pair who were a few feet away from them. "So what do you think?"

Katniss really didn't know what to think. Finnick's threat last time ran through her head. Seeing them now definitely solidifies her thoughts of them being together.

It's very interesting seeing those two claim they're not together yet so openly show their care for one another. A part of her loves the idea of a true love connection at the games, but she can't really see the playboy of the capitol and the tyrants' daughter together as a symbol of love.

Now the two were at the plants section with Arianna quickly matching all the plants correctly. "She's brilliant and skilled, but I don't trust either of them."

Peta liked the duo. He understands Katniss' skepticism, but he also doesn't want the duo as possible enemies especially if they're so willing to be allies.

He put an arm on her shoulder, "If we get Arianna, then we get Finnick, Mags, and Johanna by association. It honestly makes sense."

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"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch folds his hands giving their duo a smile.

"I want Arianna."

[imagine-shenanigans]

I've got severe brain worms from @391780 's fic Into Your Veins, and now I'm thinking of all the different scenarios where the 141 are also monsters in the apocalypse. like. obsessively. Also fat/chubby reader because mmmmmm yaes <3

Also this is basically just rambles and ranting over ideas for like, however long this got i didnt actually check teehee

We already have vampire simon so I won't touch on that because that is Specifically Their Brain Worms but I can't stop laughing every single time over the sunflower seeds incident (and every other similar one).

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Soap as a werewolf is soooooo funny to me. Like he's constantly in this battle of "Don't swallow don't swallow don't swallow" whenever he rips a zombie in half with his teeth in wolf form and then confusion as to why people would think he's possibly infected. "Wdym I'm infected I'm just a little guy. I'm so cute. I wouldn't ever do anything. Smiles." He can't cover distance like Ghost or Gaz can, and sure he doesn't have the same authority that Price does, but he's a damn good soldier, and he's got some of the most sheer brute force on the team. So when Price tells him to start scouting in an area for survivors, he does! He's very thorough, combs over the area with a precision that would make most soldiers weep with jealousy.

He ends up scenting reader before he sees them, watches their little house from a distance. He's not patient like Simon, but he does watch reader for awhile, watches them surviving, all on their own in this little plot of land. Ends up watching your plush hips sway as you set out the laundry to dry. He's mesmerized, as he watches the sweat drip down your skin while you reinforce a few of your traps, go over the house with a fine toothed comb. You can't see him in the shadows, but by god is he seeing you. (And your ass - god he can't stop staring.)

He's not nearly patient enough to wait, so he waltzes right up, thinking his charming smile and accent is enough to win him some brownie points. He's halfway through a pickup line, maybe, when you level a shotgun at his face, completely unamused.

He's in love.

You refuse to go with him, but Price gave him orders and there's no WAY he's letting you go, not after he's seen your thighs and imagined himself using them as earmuffs. Not after he's thinking of a cute domestic life, providing for you like a good mate, and look at how precious you are, threatening him and -

and you shoot him.

Right in the chest, and thank god for the fact that it takes more than a few bullets to kill him because he's tearing through his skin in an instant, bones cracking and sinew melding as he quickly drops into his wolf form (which, jesus christ he's fucking HUGE) to help ease some of the pain and kickstart his healing process. He snarls right in your face and snaps your damn gun in half with his teeth before he tells you he'll be back in a week. (later, he feels bad, certainly, but only for frightening you)

You freak out, because JESUS CHRIST WEREWOLVES ARE REAL TOO????

Johnny's back in a week as promised, after spending a few days in bed and eating anything he could get his hands on all while gushing about the pretty little soft thing he's bringing back. He even goes out of his way to bring you a gift!!! He hunts down a deer on the way through the woods near your home, bringing dinner so he can butcher it and you can cook it because of course he's bringing you back for practical reasons but if he's going to court you no you don't need to know that.

You're gone when he comes to the home, every last item packed away and shoved into the back of the car he'd seen you drive. He's furious that his hard work will go to waste, so he helps himself to the rest of what you've got in the house and decides to store everything away for when he's on his way back to base. Fights his urge to track you down only for long enough to be practical, and then he's on the hunt.

It doesn't take him long to find you - he can run faster than your car can go cautiously while trying not to attract attention from a horde of zombies, and even though he's living he doesn't attract the same attention from the freaks that you do in a car with a gun. He tracks you down in no time flat, smiling as he taps on your window where you're parked inconspicuously to catch a few minutes of sleep.

When you scream, he laughs and waves, threatens with one clawed hand to slash the tires if you don't come out. Practicality wins in this case, and he has a long talk with you about coming back with him. He's sure he's just about convinced you when you slap him, throwing something at him that has him howling in white-hot pain. He can hear your apologies through sobs as you push him and he tangles with whatever you've thrown at him, trying to get it off in a blind panic, and you've driven off before he can stop you.

When he finally has a moment to breathe, the damn thing off of him, he realizes you'd tied together a small net of necklace chains - silver. necklace chains.

He's as angry as he as endeared, really. It's a game now, of fetch, of tag, he's not sure - he just ends up changing pace, gently herds you back in the direction of the base like a cattle dog. You're furious when he finally pops your tires when you're a good two days away from the base, just hefts you up on a shoulder and pats your ass while he walks with you. He's so smug about it too, and by all accounts, he's won your hand in marriage by finding you, whether or not you agree yet.

//

Now, I'm not as familiar with Gaz as I'd like to be (because I got introduced with Ghoap stuff for my entry into the fandom) so please pardon if my characterization is off but I do love him dearly and eat up all content I end up seeing of him.

I'm slightly biased with Gaz being a harpy because I just love the idea of him being a bird of prey like a peregrine falcon (and i think its bluegiragi who has the monster au of him as a harpy?) or a shifter of some sort like a panther or a cheetah (i'm biased towards cheetah actually, because I love the pictures/videos of cheetahs getting emotional support golden retrievers).

Since my idea for this isn't EITHER of those options, please consider reader putting spike traps on the roof for a bird Gaz like stores put up on their signs. He gets real angry about it for a couple days and then figures out exactly how/where to land so he can perch on your roof anyway, scaring the shit out of you when he's just sitting there, chin in his hands, with a shit eating grin when you go to make sure everything's alright on the roof.

Anyway, for this I'm actually thinking fae Gaz - he's been living amongst humans for as long as he can really remember. He's not a changeling, but his mum was fae and she loved his dad. He's visited the fae realm once or twice (and, as convincing as his mum is when he visits her, he nearly forgets about the time dissonance every single visit - none are as bad as the first time, when he had no clue about it, and ended up being gone for fifty years.)

He's sent to greet you when Ghost majestically fails, and Cap'n doesn't quite want to set Soap loose on the poor reader (yet). Ends up falling in love with how clever you are, soft hands slipping into gloves as you pile leaves over the thin nets over the punji pits and bear traps. He's military trained across multiple decades, he's seen all kinds of war (even though he's still relatively young in comparison - he stopped physically aging somewhere in his twenties, but he's barely been alive for like, fifty years) and he's seen all kinds of tricks.

He watches you pour over old books that you've either scavenged or already had, learning how to make simple, but effective traps. The older types of traps are such a clever idea when combined with new ones. The type doesn't matter much to zombies, but the combination of different types will keep humans (and others) on their guard.

He really really really intends to talk to you, instead of lingering in the shadows like a creep.

You end up seeing him, and through sheer luck (or wit, Gaz isn't honestly sure) when he asks that you give him your name, you say; "Give me your name first."

He's stuck at that one, because Gaz has spent years talking around subjects but this pretty little human just points a shotgun at him and demands his attention. He can't even think to talk around the reason he's there when he changes the subject awkwardly, and you insist on his name.

He can't give you his name, his power, not even his nickname, so it ends with him awkwardly leaving.

He's the absolute butt of the joke when he gets back to base after slipping into the trees (so embarrassed that he doesn't take the time to make sure you can't see him do it) and goes straight back to base utilizing a mushroom circle and the sheer willpower to not get distracted as he slips between realms. Makes a week long trek into an hour's worth of walking.

When he returns, he knocks politely, eyeing the newly replaced doorknob.

When he touches it, out of curiosity, he's gobsmacked to find out you've either found a new knob, or cast the old one in cold iron. He touches it three full times in complete disbelief, watches the skin on his hands grow irritated and blister.

You smirk when you open the door, make some shitty joke that he's pretty sure is a twilight reference that would make Ghost furious, and then you tell him you figured it out pretty quickly.

In comparison to Ghost and Soap, his romance is altogether extremely easy - he just keeps visiting every single day, calls you a nickname when you won't give him an actual answer.

He admires your caution, and falls just a little more in love when you call him something stupid like mushroom man.

In the end, what ends up convincing reader, I think, is that he fully gives them his name. It's akin to a proposal, and Gaz isn't quite sure how he feels when you don't realize it as you roll his name - Kyle Garrick on your tongue, testing it. You ask if you can keep calling him Mushie Man and some other stupid nickname and he laughs, presses a kiss to your temple for it. Says it's only fitting, and whispers your full name like a prayer.

He lets you stay in your home a little longer, as long as you need really, laces a misdirection hex into the branches that'll really only work on humans. He comes by every day, no matter what.

When you finally agree, he grabs your face and kisses you like you've given him the sun and stars and hung the moon just to illuminate his way.

//

For Price, I'm going to say dragon price because mmmm hot. Anyway I like to think it's a little bit of everything.

Ghost is the first - you find out really quickly that he fucking hates the counting trick you pull, so you're sure to carry a pocket full of something small just to piss him off if he gets too close. When you don't make eye contact (whether intentional or because you hate it) he's absolutely bewildered that this Soft Little Thing in the woods has so effectively blocked him from getting his job done initially that when he complains to Price, he puts his foot down. Says if Price thinks is so funny, he should send Johnny or Gaz out, see if they can do better.

And Price, sides hurting from laughing so much, agrees to make it Soap's problem next.

Soap returns, a net-like burn across his forearm from where you'd thrown tied together necklace chains at him. He's pissed, whines and moans for hours about how bad it hurts, and Price just snorts and tells him Shouldn't have tried to drag them out, then.

When intimidation and brute force don't work, Price lets Gaz have a go at it.

The man is practically radiating smugness as he goes to win, and Price is crying with laughter when Gaz comes back, his hands blistered and pride bruised. He clears his throat and says I think ah, I think they've just gone ahead and put every guard on the house they can think of. He does not tell anyone that the human ended up catching him in a net for half an hour afterwards, chiding him for the full thirty minutes about trying to open someone's door without asking.

(But Price knows.)

He ends up saying he's going to go deal with it himself to "Show them how it's done."

Really though, he's absolutely smitten with the idea of you. He knows that, given the time and will, his boys would absolutely bring you back - but he doesn't want that anymore. He has to see for himself the cute soft little human in the woods that's managed to catch all three of his best soldiers off guard because all three of them underestimated you.

He can't very well let anyone on base know (especially the civilians) what he is, so he waits until the dead of night to start flying - only does so when he's well past the point of being seen, even if it means he has to fly in his hybrid form, which is a little awkward when he doesn't do it as often.

He's a perfect gentleman when he walks up to your home at daybreak, letting his form go back to human.

He avoids every trap, tripwire, and camera that Simon and Johnny and Kyle had all warned him about so you don't have to spend your precious time and energy fixing them. He knocks on the door and waits until you open it, introduces himself as Captain John Price, love.

Apologies for the heavy handed attempts of his men as he stands on your doorstep. When you slam the door in his face he simply sighs and knocks again. And again, and again, until you finally relent and open the door back up.

He smiles, and asks if he can come in - you say no, and he smiles.

Love, if I wanted to I could push past you, I'm asking to be polite.

You freeze at that, trying to think, trying to evaluate. You're clever, he thinks with a pleased hum, half lidded eyes staring down at you. You sigh, and relent, finally - knowing that whatever battle that you'd be fighting uphill could at least be done over the breakfast you were starting to cook, and you didn't want to waste it.

Something twinges in John's chest as he sits at the table, and decides, like the rotten, greedy bastard he knows he is, that you're his. And not his like the rest of the people he's got, but his. You'll be his, no matter how long it takes him.

He lets you cook in silence, enjoying the mundane domesticity of it all, tucks into the plate of food gratefully, and feels like he's home.

After breakfast, John takes the time to ask you questions. About your past, about your hobbies outside of survival, how many things you've got that'll be coming with. When you remind him you haven't agreed, he chuckles and smooths a hand over your hair and reminds you that he hasn't asked.

You finally ask him what he is, and he blows a mote of smoke at you, watches the realization hit you before you go blank. A fucking dragon? You ask.

A fucking dragon, he responds.

John is extremely amused when you tell him to wait on the doorstep, and you go upstairs for something. When you come back down, you hand him a box full of jewelry (he almost laughs when he notices the amount of silver chains missing.)

He hands you the box back and curls a finger beneath your chin, calls you a silly girl/boy/pet and tells you that not all the stories are true. In this case, they are, of course- but he doesn't need to tell you that he hoards people, not things. That his hoard is every single person on base - doesn't tell you that his most treasured parts of his hoard are the three strong men who work directly with him, that he intends to keep them for as long as he lives, which will still be a damn long time coming, even if he's been around since before the middle ages.

You'll be his favorite of all though, he thinks.

He gives you a week, but tells you that his boys will keep an eye on you, make sure you're still there every day until he personally comes to escort you home. When you remind him, stubbornly, you are home, he laughs, and presses a kiss to your forehead while you stand there, bewildered.

In between that moment, and when you get back to base with him, I can't decide if its better if he ends up singlehandedly destroying a small horde of zombies with fire breath as the pits you've got full of traps fill up, or if it's better if he shows up with a box truck and a few men and they all end up moving you out of the house without asking. Maybe it's a mix of both - you decide!

But regardless, it ends exactly as he wants - you, tucked up into his lap as he reads reports and issues orders. He skips the dating and goes straight into being your husband - makes some sort of quip about being far too old (fashioned) to entertain the thought and goes straight to being married like "it used to be." Even though for a dragon he's still kinda young, hasn't even hit his comparative forties yet, actually. Even though it doesn't really matter, because as far as he's aware dragons don't die of old age so much as they die of other factors beyond their control. It's why he's so carefully cultivated his life towards survival thus far.

John lets you do whatever you want to keep you busy, the only real stipulation is that you come home to him at the end of the day. He's even quite respectful, really. He never touches you without your consent, aside from placing soft kisses on your temple or forehead, or cuddling up to you in your shared bed. (Which you say you only entertain because he's warm, and there's no heating in his room. But really, you love it when he holds you, and lets you hold him with no questions asked, all under the pretense of being half-asleep.)

He acts like he has all the time in the world for you to come around - and he does.

You'll be awfully sore later when you realize he's bound your life to his, even angrier when your teeth adjust and you can start seeing better. He'll pretend not to notice the changes at first to see what you think, and then he'll help you through all of them, cooing and sighing and rubbing into sore muscles as you learn how to control changing into your half-dragon form. Maybe in a couple hundred years you'll figure out how to fully transform into a dragon - maybe not.

[redflagshipwriter]

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“Alright, have a good day.” Tim handed the clipboard back to a stone-faced delivery guy and took the package from Miss Fox back to his technology lair. He got a glass of water on the way down and then went about reproducing the experiment that Tam asked for.

She wouldn't give him details. But from the instructions and reported results, Tim was pretty sure that some employee had misrepresented their process. To what end, he didn't know. He was just the science guy, not a detective guy.

Although if he had to guess he'd say that they had switched out a needed chemical to hide that the supply was lower than recorded.

But whatever. That wasn't his business.

Tim happily went about science, recreating a corrosive liquid that would supposedly eat through reinforced metal. He had to make the Wayne tech protective coating for the metal as well to do the experiment properly. When he finished that he carefully dipped metal sheets in it and set them to drip dry. Then he turned back to the acid project.

Supposedly, the acid had been a failure. Tim thought it should work. Apparently Tam did, too.

The screens around the room all went black. He wasn't even using them but it was a hard thing to miss in your peripheral vision.

Tim groaned. “What now?” He asked the room. He clanged a piece of metal to the tabletop. “I am trying to finish this.”

Had he tripped some kind of security protection? Maybe they had all gone to sleep without getting a password at spaced intervals?

To be perfectly clear, Tim did not expect any kind of response.

Therefore he was startled halfway out of his skin when a female laugh came barrelling out of the speakers of the largest mounted screen.

He crossed his arms in a sulk.

“Tim?” She asked, after she caught her breath. “You're tiny.”

His face was catastrophically cranky: he could see it reflected back in the black screen. It was a perfect replica of Janet Drake discovering after she had formatted her latest paper in Chicago Style that the publication required the savagery of MLA formatting.

She laughed again. It ended with a hiccup.

‘Whoever this is, she can see me. She must be someone who knows me if I gave her that kind of access.’

“I'm not sure we're friends,” Tim announced, because it was time to face the facts: these people all knew a version of him, and that Tim was bigger. At least like, three inches. “I'm aware that I am small. I am working on it.” He glowered at the computer she seemed to be using.

It would take what, two years top for a major growth spurt? They could just chew bubblegum until then.

“Is that what you're doing now?”

Tim sighed. “No, I'm doing something for Tam,” he admitted. He scrubbed at his face with a hand. “Probably a good time for a break.” He started to tidy up.

“Yeah, so, I guess I can tell Dick that you haven't been kidnapped by lions or whatever it is he's talking about,” the lady said. The line turned to static for a second, then back just as quickly. “You, uh, need some help?”

“Absolutely not.” Tim shook his head in a sharp, decisive Jack Drake movement. “I don't need to be babied.”

“...I can see why you think you're in danger of it.” She snorted again. “Unblock Dick, please, he's got delicate feelings and I think we both have plans for tonight that don't involve him scaling your walls to find a way in.”

“....I'll unblock him,” Tim took the L gracefully. “I appreciate your silence on this matter.”

She snorted again. “Sorry.” She didn't sound very sorry. “It's just- your little businessman voice is so funny. I'm sorry, Tim.”

He looked up at the ceiling for patience.

“Oracle out.”

All the screens returned to normal. Tim let out a big long sigh and went back upstairs, taking his empty water class with him. At least he had a name, right? Oracle. He'd gotten a call from Oracle.

He mentally arranged the facts as he trudged up the stairs.

Fact one: he had replaced a Tim, who was Tim Drake-Wayne. (Upsetting information).

Drake-Wayne had to be fundamentally the same Tim as he was, given that both Tam and Oracle had immediately recognized him.

Fact two: Tim D-W was a vigilante.

Fact three: That was really cool.

Tim reached the top and made a mental note to enroll in some martial arts classes when he got back home. If he had potential to fight crime, of course he was going to do that. He unblocked Dick: oh no, Dick Wayne. He'd blocked Robin. He felt mortified. It was so obvious in retrospect. He put the phone down on the table, stomach twisting in social agony.

The phone immediately lit up with messages.

Well. Robin should be less annoying, if he didn't wanna get blocked.

He clambered onto the counter to search through for anything that would make a good lunch.

“... I'm terrible,” Tim complained. He stuck his head fully into the cupboard as if there might be something good at the back. “This sucks!”

Alright. Something had to be done. Tim decisively climbed down, using an open drawer as a step. He shut it with his heels and then went in search of a wallet. He needed a credit card and to find a delivery service.

He was going to act on faith that big Tim D-W wasn't going to ruin his life, even though he was a loser. Tim was doing a great job keeping Tim D-W’s life afloat. That merited some payment.

He converted that payment into a huge order to a grocery delivery service. He referenced Tam’s package to get the address.

The order was simple: fruits, breakfast meat, lots of bakery bread, and sandwich fillings. He was going to have tuna salad with cucumber and lettuce. He was going to learn to make egg salad. Optimistically, he even added melty cheese to the order and a can of tomato soup mix: grilled cheese couldn't be that hard, right?

He rounded off the order with lots of individually packaged drinks: milk and juice boxes, cans of grape Zesti, and hot cocoa powder.

"…This is so exciting,” Tim said to his empty apartment. His. In a very real and meaningful way, it was his apartment. He was totally unsupervised. Neat!

The phone buzzed again. When he picked it up it said “Jason.”

Tim blue screened. Tim dropped the credit card with a clatter. It disappeared under the table and he didn't even think to look for it.

Jason. Omigod, Jason. Jason was a person who existed. He'd forgotten.

All the pieces came together in a beautiful flash of light. He wasn't in a troubled huge age-difference relationship with Bruce (21 year difference) or Dick (9 year difference) . He'd gotten married to Jason Wayne, the kid that Bruce had brought home like a day ago according to the Gotham Gazette. (3 year difference: normal.)

The phone was still ringing. Tim picked it up with numb fingers. “Hello?”

“Hey, Timbers,” said a male voice. It was low, rough, and impatient. “You freaked Dickiebird out and he's been squawking at me all day. Tell me how many pieces you're in.”

Tim looked down at his body. “Just the one,” he said, voice coming out breathy. It felt like his being was floating outside his body. Wow. This was his boy- no, husband? Holy moly. He couldn't cope with that, he had to stick with boyfriend. He bit his lip. He had to make a good impression.

“...You sound about 10 years old there,” Jason said. He didn't hide his amusement. “You been huffing helium, babybird?”

Tim went bright red at the pet name. Painfully red. His face was on fire.

Jason took his silence as a response. “Alright, alright, keep your clothes on. You must be sick as fuck, poor thing. No wonder you didn't come out to play last night.”

Tim slapped his hands on his face and tried not to hyperventilate.

“I wasn't calling for Dick, don't get it twisted.” Jason cleared his throat, tone a little odd. “I picked up on something - I think one of my ongoing cases dips into your patrol area. You gonna come out on patrol tonight?”

“...No,” Tim said. There was no way that would go well. He didn't know martial arts yet.

Jason cursed, but he didn't sound mad about it. “Fair enough,” he muttered. “Uh, think you could do some surveillance for me?”

Tim nodded. Then he felt dumb and cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

…He felt even dumber. What should he say? This was his boyfriend. The stakes were so high. He had never wanted anyone to like him more.

Jason rattled off an address. It, like everything Jason had said, was going to live inside Tim’s head forever in perfect clarity. “Thanks,” he added after, a bit begrudgingly. “This guy's real fucking sick, been making human sausage.”

Tim… wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but it sounded really bad. “I'll do my best,” he promised.

“Yeah…” Jason trailed off. “Maybe you should take a nap, some meds. That's a terrible hoarse throat. Don't kick your own ass on my account, okay?”

“Okay,” Tim helplessly echoed, and hung up. He sat in silence for a solid minute afterwards.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Being scared of scara but also passionate about him is so >>>

Hes putting you in ur place putting fear and pleasure into ur body and mind

IM SO GRRR <333

SHOUKI NO KAMI/WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER.

FLUFF X SMUT(face sittingg, god complexx) word count 1.2k

I love how the sumeru archon is so passionate about their people even after everything that happened. scaramouche has his reasons but the way he was so dismissive of that ideal just gave me BUTTERFLYS. I'm glad you liked it. 10+ notes on that is crazyy :) Now scaramouche wants REDEMPTION. hes so sorry for what happened :(.

Part 1 scara fics lessor lord masterlist

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

Its been one week since your encounter with shouki no kami. But you couldnt seem to remember anything. You woke up the next day and your body was in great pain from your back down. Along with your missing celestial weapon. The sun set as you sat at your booth you visit everyday to talk with your people in a less 'formal way.' The idea: talk to your god directly about questions you'd have regarding dreams. It took a while for citizens to adjust to talking to a great being as you but in the end everyone enjoyed it.

"Lessor lord y/n? is everything okay?" the woman asked. "H-huh? y-yeah im fine, sorry. Just thinking about things. May your dreams be blessed and my words guide you to everlasting peace." You shook the woman's hand and took a deep sigh while resting your head on the table as she walked away. 'Joururi workshop? I never heard of that place before..and their turning it into a underground research facility for scholars? No wonder their hasnt been many people here today.' As you daydreamed only 1 person remained in line, A short looking 'little boy' with a large hat, anemo vision and lengthy box in his hand. He looked down at you. His beautiful blue crystal eyes and black eyeliner put you in a trance as you looked up upon him. You cleared your throat and offered him a walk through the city, as he intrigued you.

The two of you walked through the city and stopped at your home town, the moon rose deep in the night sky. On the way, He told you He went by "The wanderer" a vagrant from inazuma. He didnt have a legitimate home and would travel across teyvat taking in the joke of a world he's in. 'joke of a world' It was amusing to you how he bluntly disrespected the divine as if he wasn't Infront of an archon. You walked closer to him and interlocked arms halfway to your home. He noticed and stopped walking. "A-are you okay wanderer?" He snapped out of his daze. "Yeah. Good." You smiled again, "Im glad you are, wanderer. I hope sumeru can maybe be your real home soon and I'll make sure everyone treats you welcomely :)" You gave him a bright smile while blushing and had a revelation. "O-oh thats right im sorry. I hope you dont mind coming over for tea.." "Oh hah hah its no problem. Of course, I'd love to come over." His smile sent butterflies into your stomach as you turned to unlock the door. However, he stared at you. Observing. Thinking. Looking at your presence. Innocent and pure. Not knowing who your falling for was the same ex-god who corrupted you and fucked you until you passed out from his big cock.

Your home was well kept with a divine smell of flowers. There we're many pictures of you with citizens during grand openings of shops and schools. A particular picture crossed his eye as he drunk his bitter black tea. A picture of you in inazuma, shaking hands with his creator. The almighty raiden shogun, god of thunder. Formally known as the electro archon. "Oh heh heh. I see you noticed that picture. Your from inazuma right? Your archon is a very nice person even though she comes off pretty intimidating." He stared at you blankly. "Is that right... " Wanderer put his bitter black tea on the counter. "Yeah! your eyes actually remind me of her's..but.. Your beautiful." you said while blushing. "Oh really? Your calling my ma- My archon ugly?" He smirked "S-Sorry! This got way off track...N-no im not.. Your just.. Really..handsome. She's..pretty but I like how you talk like you dont give a fuck. Sometimes...I miss how people would talk straight up like you." You said as you put your tea down.

"Well isnt that ironic for the 'god of wisdom' to say." Wanderer moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks with his hand. "I morally...Tell it like it is..If someone cant handle it..Maybe thats their problem." Your body felt shaken up from his presence..."Do you truly not remember me? "You seem a little out of it 'god of wisdom' Whats wrong?" he smiled. "Let me help you remember...love." You closed your eyes as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. 'i..Dont.. Remember him?' as you opened your eyes to see his looking back at you. It hit. Something about the way he said 'god of wisdom' made you shake. "K-Kuni..?" The way you said his name made your lips quiver. But made his cock hard. "Ah.. so you do remember now.. Dont worry. Things changed." "Wh-whats changed? wait did you..did you erase yourself from irminsul?!" you pushed him away with a panicked expression. "Ding ding ding! You got it, irminsul responded to my wish, but it didnt give me the outcome i desired..So.. Im starting over." he sighed. "W-what did you desire Kunikuzushi?"

You.

SMUT.

"M-me..? W-wait. Kuni, this is wrong. Dont say that again- After what you did.." you we're against the door to your room. "Shh shh.. Its okay y/n.. We're starting over remember. It'll feel good kay?" He tried to comfort you while opening the door to your room. You laid down on the bed as he was ontop of you. "You said you liked my eyes huh? How they glow... and that im 'pretty' we're you lying about that baby? or do you really love me." Your body tensed up and you started breathing heavily as he trailed kisses on your neck. "course' not..I didnt lie. Even back then i-..Care about you." It felt like slime to say those words. caring about a man who disregarded you and made you feel like dirt. "You're burning up y/n.. Relax.. okay.." He whispered.

"Want me to treat you like the god you are, love? Is that what you want. I'll make it up to you." His hands began to trail down onto your neck. "Ohh fuck i missed your body.. You like it when i hold your neck baby?" His fingers pressed against your pulse point. "shit..your heart is beating so fucking fast f' me." you scoffed "tsk are you a doctor now..?" Kuni laughed at your remark. His hands now trail down to your thighs. On instinct they press together as his hands are inbetween them. "mmm your sensitive y/n." As he explored your body you kept thinking 'this isnt right. i should tell him to stop. i- "Ah~ K-kuni. what are you doing?!" you couldnt see as his head was between your legs. "Mmm im tasting you y/n..Fuck you taste good. Shoulda' did this last time" He motioned for you to sit on his face and you hesitantly switched positions. He layed against the pillow while taking his shirt off. "Now its your turn y/n" You stared at his lean form. His body looked so well built. "Y/n.. you just gonna stare like a loser? hmm... or do you like what you see babe?" he patted again for you to sit on his face and you did. slowly lowering yourself "Dont worry itll feel g-" You slowly moved back and forth as his tongue found his way into your entrance "K-Kuni~ Your tongue it feels so good~" "mphmm baby.. You like that..?" "Y-Yes kuni." You looked down to see his eyes slowly rolling back "C-cUhm on m~ face~ y/n" '??' You couldnt make out what he was saying as you we're so drunk in the pleasure coming from his tongue. You roughly grabbed his hair and began to ride his face "M-mPH S-SHIT Y/N-" Your back arched and smothered his face with your drolling hole. You chased your own high as kuni gripped hard on your ass, symbolizing that he couldnt breathe. "Y-yes kuni~ use your tongue for me daddy..Please make me feel good- I wanna cum on your face. please" your thighs began to squish his face as he couldnt breathe. "G-gnna cum kuni~ M' close daddy.. Im so close.. His vision slowly began to turn black until you came on his face. Your warm cum painted his face along with his hair looking completely messy. In shock, you got off of Kuni as he coughed, panted and breathed hard. "Oh no- K-Kuni are you okay? Im so sorry i shouldnt ha-" you looked at his body to realize the wet tent in his pants.

"f-Fuck y/n.. Sit on my face again."

A/N: TRIED TO MAKE THIS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE :((

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

Hey babe can u pls make Ethan (or Jack) x older reader? (I am 3 years older than him ☠️☠️) drink water n always try to sleep 8 hours ❤️



perfect opportunity to set a rule. i won't be writing for any real people. but I'm happy to write a little fluff piece for ethan! (i’m also two years older, little 2002 baby) also thank you for the love❤️❤️

reader is gender-neutral.

WC: 826

warnings: cursing

masterlist

“you’re fucking with us.”

“no, i’m not.”

the table got silent and then, “nah. no way you have a partner. especially an older partner.” chad planted his foot down. he knew ethan wanted a bit of respect in the friend group, but this was a huge fib.

ethan rolled his eyes, “when you say older it makes it seem like i’m dating a widower. they're just three years older. they work at the school library.” hoping that might give some type of autonomy for them to rack their brains about.

“dude, that doesn’t give us a single clue about them. we don’t study at the library twenty-four-seven like you.” tara pointed out.

“also most of us have easier classes,” mindy with her sarcasm. anika chided her girlfriend before asking ethan her own question, “how long have you been dating?”

ethan got a bit shy, head turning as he scratched his ear. “about three, almost four months.”

“oh, shit. ethan i didn’t know you had that much game.” chad cheered as he clapped ethan’s shoulder. ethan’s face showed confusion, “just three minutes ago you didn’t even believe i had a partner. now you're saying i have game?”

chad shrugged, “eh. still gotta meet this wonderful person that swept little ethan landry off his feet before i one hundred percent believe you.”

“i’m sure they are a lovely person,” anika tried to uplift ethan from the backhanded comments. “maybe we could meet them. if they're up for that?”

ethan smiled at his friend as he nodded his head. “i’ll- i’ll ask them. but they’ve mentioned before wanting to meet everyone.”

tara shimmed her shoulders and awes, “so you talk about us? hope it’s all good stuff.” fist to her cheek as she smiles.

“yeah- yeah. always- always good things.” ethan messed with the pages of his textbook. his homework was forgotten once you became the topic of discussion.

“you two have sex yet?” mindy outright asked. everyone exclaimed loudly, chad was also curious. tara and anika argued with the twins' childish antics.

“you don’t have to answer that ethan.” tara reminded him. she swatted chad’s shoulder. the boy exaggerated the pain the five-foot girl caused to his muscled shoulder.

ethan didn’t even have a chance to stutter out any comment. there was a yell of his name and everyone turned their heads towards the noise. and when ethan turned a smile lit up his face and he jumped from his seat. his head of bouncing curls and jacket pushed by the wind as his converse-clad feet carried him halfway across the campus grounds to your open arms.

your arms over his shoulders and his around your waist. he lifted your feet off the ground, face tucked into his neck, and gave your bodies a twirl, once then twice before stopping in place. you leaned back, hands sliding from behind and cupping his cheeks as he held your hips.

“hi, pretty boy.” a kiss to his waiting lips. he hummed at the touch before you pulled away.

“hi, baby.” another peck between lips. “i’ve missed you.”

a light chuckle, “i saw you this morning.” a hand pushing curls around.

he gave your hips a squeeze, “well now you're making it sound like a bad thing. can’t i miss my favorite person?”

the corner of your mouth quirked up. something over ethan’s shoulder caught your attention and it brought a tilt to your head. from the corner of your eye, you could see ethan’s brows furrow in the middle.

“what?”

you nicked your chin, “there is a group of people behind you just watching us like starving hawks.” right hand left ethan’s features and gave a timid wave to the little group. they all turned away except for a guy who waved back enthusiastically before a girl hit his shoulder.

ethan turned his body, one arm holding you to his side as the other pushed hair from his forehead. he sighed, “those starving hawks are my friends. who happen to believe you don’t exist.”

looking away from his friends and attention turned to his side profile. your eyes detailed the shape of his nose and the point of his cupids bow along with the speckled freckles. 

“well,” arm around his waist hugged him tight, “why don’t i introduce myself? hope they're not disappointed i'm not a unicorn.”

you pulled away from ethan, arm running along his back before catching his hand and tugging him behind you. a look over your shoulder and the flush to ethan’s chubby cheeks, it just made you fall even deeper into the tight grasp that was wrapped around your heart.

your so lucky ethan landry walked into your life on that random wednesday.

feet stopping at the head of the table, ethan behind your shoulder with hands still held. a beaming smile parted your lips while giving a gentle wave to the four pairs of watchful eyes.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n, ethan’s partner.”

[lightfeltmemories]

Hi nice blog 🖤

ask: how do you see kurama react if he realized he had feelings for someone? would he be in denial? would he react right away or let it rest for a bit? would he be shocked or not surprised at all? would he fall for someone who is just his type or someone completely different than his past partners? your choice ofc

thank you for considering my ask 🖤

hello there! this is my very first time writing for anyone relating to yuyu hakusho and i'm not even halfway finished with the series yet so please understand that the characterization will not be 100% correct so .. :P thank you for requesting!

KURAMA: REACTION TO HAVING A CRUSH.

notes: reader is gender neutral, kurama can be either his usual series self or aged up, besides a few hints it really doesn't matter honestly just know this is purely sfw, kurama may be ooc but if you leave hate comments or anything passive aggressive the comment will be deleted.

tw: none honestly.

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when he realizes he has a crush, he kind of just.. realizes, he's not like hiei who would denounce any and all feelings or kuwabara who would put his pride to the side to go on to ask them out, he kind of just finds out that he has a bit of interest in them, giving it time and thought and comes to the conclusion that "yep, i have a crush on them."

has kurama had a crush before? does kurama have past lovers? well, no to both questions, he never really gave the idea much thought and hasn't found any humans that interest him in that regard, sure, some people are attractive, but when this specific person came.. it kind of awakens something in him.

and as for type, he doesn't exactly have one, he's not the "all humans look the same" because he knows full well they don't, but, he most likely prefers someone who is a bit on the feminine side.

kurama has never really been one for love at first sight, getting to know someone more then seeing if they're for them or not is much better... he kind of doesn't understand why humans would want to jump straight into relationships without at least getting to know each other first.

it'll take some time for him to actually take any action, he kind of wants to get closer with them the natural human way, he's not exactly new to human interaction, and hasn't had many experiences where he's been called a creep or anything, so, befriending them would be a great start, therefore he'll get to know them better.

once he befriends his s/o and finds out why he likes them so much, he gets a bit impatient, he doesn't want to take things to the next level right now, but he'll still pull through and wait until the time is ready.

eventually months pass, and kurama is ready to confess, this can go two ways.

if they accept; kurama is very happy, asking them for a kiss before they pull them into an embrace, he finally got what he wanted and life is good.

if they reject; kurama is very understanding, though disappointed, he'll still want to remain friends, especially since he had shared some pretty good memories with them.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve sighed as he sat down in the club, a drink in his hand as the women went to go refresh theirs. He couldn't help but smile at Nancy and Robin. He was glad they were friends now. They were the two most important people in his life, and he was glad they were able to be a part of his life at the same time. Nancy was still figuring things out after her dramatic breakup with Jonathan, in which she found out about how he didn't apply to the same college like he had said he wanted to and that he lied about. Of course, she was halfway through yelling at him when she realized that she didn't really care and that she was relieved that they were going to the same college. They both realized that they hadn't really cared for a long time, and there was this weird sort of laughter between them that gave Steve hope. She needed time to figure things out, though, and he was willing to give it to her.

"They are very cute," a woman beside him said.

"Pardon?" Steve asked.

"Your friends. . .how long have they been together?" the woman asked.

"Um. They aren't," Steve said with a confused expression.

At least, he didn't think they were. No, Robin would have told him.

"Are you sure about that?" The woman asked.

Steve watched them. Nancy laughed, and as she did so, she touched her arm. No, Robin definitely would have told him. She tells him everything. She even calls him in the middle of the night to tell him that her period had arrived during the night. Even though she never asks, only calling to complain, he always drops everything to give her the things that she needs. And vice versa. . .well, not a period but a nightmare. She would always answer, and they would talk for hours. No, Robin would have told him. He wasn't sure though, and suddenly, the jealousy he felt whenever he looked at Nancy and Jonathan started to bubble up.

"They aren't," Steve insisted as he turned to face her fully. "The woman on the left is my ex-girlfriend and the other woman is my best friend. . ."

The woman scoffed and gave him such a stink eye that it startled him. Who was she to judge him? They were staring at each other and Steve could feel the bitch rise within him. They didn't even notice when Nancy and Robin started coming back to the table.

"So that means that they're not allowed to date? You know, it's men like you who held back women back for decades, who held lesbians back - " she started to lecture.

"Hey, if you would just let me finish. You don't even know what I was going to say!" Steve exclaimed.

"I know exactly what you were going to say. Because she's YOUR ex-girlfriend and YOUR best friend, they're not allowed to do what makes them happy. Wouldn't want to hurt that frail male ego of yours," she sneered.

"Hey! You're making snap judgments about me, and you don't even know me!" Steve exclaimed.

"All men are alike. . .always telling women what they can and can't do!" She snapped.

"Lady, I don't know who hurt you, but even if it was true, I wouldn't have a problem with them. If they wanted to be together, I would set aside my feelings. . . No matter how much it hurts because I just want to see them happy. That's all I ever wanted for both of them," Steve said, his eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Right, it's so easy to say that. You men with your pretty words. . . Master manipulators," she scoffed. "Don't you men understand that we would be better off without you. They're better off without you."

The last part hit him like a blow to the stomach. It's something he always secretly thinks about the people in his life, and it started at home. . .wouldn't his parents be better off without him? Deep inside, he thought that way too with his new, better family.

"Hey!" Robin shrieked, and Steve jumped, backing up. "Not you, dingus. The bitch right there."

"I'm only trying to help," she scowled.

"The only person you're trying to help is yourself," Robin said. "And I'm not some helpless little princess who needs rescuing. This princess has helped herself on more than one occasion."

"Lesbians like us - " the woman started to say.

"Hmm. Pretty presumptuous of you. How do you know I'm a lesbian? I could be bisexual or pansexual, a term I recently learned about. Hell, I could be a friend supporting a friend. You got it right. I am a lesbian," Robin said and scowled. "And this lesbian doesn't agree with man hating lesbians like you."

"You don't need a man - "

"That's right. I don't need a man. I want a man. I want this man in my life. He is my best friend, my platonic soulmate, and I have enough lady balls to admit that I would be lost without him, just like he would be lost without me," Robin said. "Never in a million years would I be stupid enough to throw it all away by dating his ex-girlfriend."

"Lesbians can do whatever - "

"Within fucking reason. I mean, sure lesbians can rob a bank, but the question is, should they? Morally, I mean. It's not just the rich folk who keep it there. It's the hard-working folk who are trying to make ends meet who keeps it there, too. I mean, sure, if they were desperate enough, but just because you understand it doesn't make it any less wrong. The question is, how desperate are these lesbians? If they're not desperate and they rob the bank. . .they're greedy. . . But if they're desperate. . .well, who knows what the reason is. To sum it up, I'm not desperate, and I'm not looking to rob banks. I'm not going to date someone just because I can. I'm going to date someone because I want to, and I'm going to do it without hurting my best friend because how can I be with someone if it hurts Steve? I would never be happy in that relationship."

"That's just - " and she scowled as she tried to form words.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Did a Robin get your tongue?" She asked. "Just because a lesbian can do something doesn't mean they should. You're capable of murder too. Should you go on a killing spree just because you can? Everyone's choice has a consequence to it, including lesbians. My life is not better off without him, and how dare you come over to him to tell him that? How dare you try and make him feel guilty for existing. . .for having feelings that matter just as much as mine?! Men are a part of our lives, sweetheart. Suck it up and move on. Now, leave before I decide to start talking with my fists."

The woman huffed and stormed off. Steve and Nancy stared at her in shock.

"Wow," Steve said.

"Lesbians like her give lesbians like me a bad name and a bad taste in my mouth," Robin said as she drained her glass. "Ugh. How dare she put her nose where it doesn't belong? She doesn't even know us."

"You know, If you ever decided to - "

"I know, Steve, and that's why I love you so goddamn much. I need another drink," she said and started to sing as she walked away. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never going to turn around and desert you!"

Nancy plopped down in the seat next to him, her own glass still full.

"She's awesome," Nancy said. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm glad you finally have someone who will fight for you, not that you ever really needed, but I'm still glad you have it," Nancy said.

"Yeah, me too," Steve said with a grin.

"You know, I fought for you in the beginning. I really did whenever everyone was trying to tell me who I am and that sleeping with you would be a bad idea. And then Barb died, and maybe it wasn't the bad thing everyone was probably thinking about, but something bad happened, and I couldn't see past that. I tried to fight it, but all I could see was Barb dying. I don't anymore, for the record. I just think I needed some time and perspective to really see how I feel about you. It's always been you, Steve. I know I've probably waited too long, but I want to fight for you too," Nancy said.

Steve smiled, his heart pounding in his chest. He took her hand in his.

"I want to fight for you too," Steve said.

Suddenly, Robin came back to the table and squealed at the sight of their joined hands.

"Hey, didn't we come here with another couple?" Robin asked. "Where are Eddie and Chrissy?"

Suddenly, they burst through the crowd, giggling maniacally. Eddie's shirt was off, and Chrissy's face was smeared with someone else's lipstick.

"I finally kissed a girl!" Chrissy squealed.

"Uh, aren't you two still together?" Steve asked.

"We have a very open relationship, Harrington," Eddie said.

"Where's your shirt?" Nancy asked.

"Sometimes, you don't have all the answers to life figured out. When my shirt is ready to be found, it will be," Eddie said.

"You have no clue where it is, do you?" Robin asked.

"None," Eddie shrugged.

They all laughed, and the bitterness and the excitement from what just happened faded away into the distance. Accepting the fact that men and women are always going to be entwined was proof amongst their tight-knit group. Robin and Steve were more than okay with it. No one was going to split them apart, not even each other.

[writingbyshiloh]

I Love as Madly as I Hate

CW: JW universe (blood, reader kills and gets stabbed), ANGST!, Reader wears a dress, verbal fighting, dead marrage, Vincent being a dick and no beta (and Grammarly gave up halfway through), One sentence in French which means “leave us alone”, implied smut

AN: I hope this is angst, I don't really read angst myself. I overthought the tense this is in so much that words don't make sense anymore. FUN FACT! The title is from Les Fleurs du Mal which I want to have made an appearance in the other Marquis fic but I thought the title was fitting.

The bounty amount is in the sweet spot. High enough that it’s worth the effort, but not too high that half the world would also be trying to bag them with you. The only problem was with who set the bounty. That would be your ex, of six months. Well technically he's still considered your husband, and you were still legally married.  

That was your fault, bringing up the idea of a divorce, and waiting for him to sign. Wanting to get one last dig in while still married, you act surprised, reminding him he can’t get a second marriage, second changes are for men who failed the first time, remember? He took the papers from your hand, never for you to see again. Sometimes you think he burned them. 

The hit was for a mob member - Lukas Matthews, young and new to the underworld, not sure how things worked. He stole from one of his bosses, an acquaintance of Vincent. The younger mob man was distracted by all things flashy, expensive, and pretty. 

You didn’t have any trouble donning a sparkly dress, paying admittance to some dive club to stalk the man. As long as you push down the feeling that you were really just doing this to get a glimpse of Vincent, it was okay. Great even. Maybe if you were a normal person you could just call him. 

You watch the target for a while, sipping on soda from the bar so you could blend in. The man was still with his friends, and you figured it would be easier to take him when he was alone, probably outside, away from the other members of his group or innocent partygoers. 

—. 

Lukas ultimately lost, but he fought nasty. Maybe you were still rusty. The rest of your night now consisted of trying to patch up yourself or trying to find a black market doctor to fix you, depending on how bad your shoulder gets.

You were littered with scrapes, small cuts and sore muscles, but your shoulder got the worst of the battle. Lukas managed to cut quite deep with a broken beer bottle. Once it heals it will be a reminder of all the things you do to try and convince yourself that you’re over your husband. 

Pain flared every time you moved your shoulder, the wound being an inch or two below your collarbone left you trying to keep half your body still. You settle on taking Lukas’s hand, with the mob tattoo. You and Vincent know members of that mob would rather die than cut off their symbol. 

With the body shoved against a trash can, you place a few garbage bags to cover the mess. The hardest part of the evening was still to come. With your good hand, you fish out your phone from your bag. 

—

You assume he is attending some ballet dance or performance. You felt a bitter twist of jealousy. Was he there with someone? Has he moved on that fast? You think mind racing. When you texted the Accountants that you completed the bounty, you received a call from Chidi. 

“I hear you collected the bounty. Do you have proof of death?” he questioned. 

“I do. I have the hand with the tattoos, but the body’s here I can get something else” you rambled down the line, suddenly much more nervous than before. 

“Please hold.” 

The line was quiet, you watched people come and go from the club, secluded from the side street you were in. Backtracking into the club, hand in your bag you returned your coat check ticket. At least the jacket will cover up the bleeding, you can get the bounty and go home. 

“Hello?” Chidis's voice returned. 

“Yeah, I'm here.” 

“Tell me your address, the Marquis de Gramont will be sending a car.” 

—

The Marquis de Gramont looked amazing. He tried to always look his best in his suits, complete with an incredibly complicated knot, chains, and his signature pin. You still have your pin, hidden in a shoe box in your closet. Tonight was no exception to his looks. 

His suit was reflecting the lights in his mansion. You knew from the glitter, this was a suit he would were at a cultural outing. Bitter jealousy bites at your insides. Was he there with someone? Did he move on that fast? Is it a mistress? You think. The jealousy dies when you still see his wedding ring on his left hand. Your wedding ring feels heavier on your right. 

You both look at each other, his gaze lingering on your exposed legs, no doubt covered in blood. You felt exposed standing in the center of the large room. 

Vincent was the one to break the silence first “Did I buy you that dress?”

“No. I’ve had it for a while” 

He nods, stepping closer. 

“Proof?” 

You frown thinking he was asking about the dress, before remembering the severed hand. 

“It's here. Tattoos and all.” you struggle to get the appendage out of your bag without moving your bad shoulder. At least you had the sense to wrap the hand in a plastic bag. 

“Come to my office. We can talk in there” 

You do not want to “talk in his office”. The last time, you went to “talk in his office” about a bounty it ended up with you naked on his desk, the cold chain from his suit vest and his ring pressed against you. 

“I should go. You can just wire me the money or something” You reject. 

You can tell you surprised him before his face shifts back to a more neutral expression. 

“I have a nasty scratch so…” you trail off, hoping he leaves the issue. 

His gaze almost softens. The separation was less than a year ago, you guess that he still cares for you. He still keeps tabs on you, your neighbour works for him you’re almost certain of it. 

“Where?”

You gesture with your chin to your shoulder. 

The pressure from his stare makes you break down and shrug off your jacket, the inside sticky with blood. 

Already he is in front of you, pressing a cloth against your wound. 

“You need to see the doctor, mon amour.” 

You hate yourself for leaning into his touch, but at least he has good contacts for an underground doctor. It won’t be that hard to get in and out right?

—

The doctor arrived fast, not wanting to piss off the Marquis. You knew him from your early days of dating, long before your marriage, when Vincent insisted you quit. You wonder if the doctor remembers you. If he does, he doesn’t show it. 

You just didn’t think Vincent was going to join you. He watches the doctor tend to your shoulder first, sewing neat rows of stitches to hold your flesh in place. You stare at your jacket on a spare chair, no doubt forever stained in blood. The good doctor already gave a warning about closing your eyes, so you keep your gaze on the jacket, your nails on your good hand leaving imprints on the chair arm from the tension between you and Vincent. 

The doctor moves on to more minor wounds, mostly cleaning them, and patching them up if needed. Ignoring your soft hiss when the cleaner he is using hurts more than you expected.

Vincent is watching the doctor, scowling when you flinch in pain. 

The instant the doctor pushed the tray with his tools and bloody tissues away, Vincent speaks for the first time since the three of you sat down.

“Laissez-nous seuls” 

The doctor protests, wanting to give you instructions on caring for his work, making sure you don’t rip anything open. 

Vincent glares at the doctor, who places down some gause for you to take home and leaves without another word, closing the door behind him. 

The Marquis drops to his knees for a better look at your injury. One hand cups the back of your shoulder blade to keep you still, as he inspects you. You’re sure you smell disgusting, the smell of the bar soaked into your dress and your hair. The doctor cleaned up most of the blood, but Vincent never really cared about literally getting his hands bloody if the time was right. He would just wipe them on a cloth and toss it aside for one of his housekeepers to pick up. 

You turn your whole face away, as much as your shoulder will let you, sure he can feel how hot your face is across the distance. The feel of his eyes is heavy, and almost magnetic, pulling you to look at him. His other hand is on the armrest of your chair. 

“Don’t,” you said softly, trying to preserve any of the dignity that you had left. 

“Don’t what, mon amour” he whispered, still looking at your shoulder. 

“This.” You were mostly saying this to yourself, knowing that you only had seconds to get out of his personal space before you give in. You’re tired and hurt and he's right there, acting how he did when you first fell in love with him. 

You tilt your head back almost automatically to give him more access to your throat. He moved slowly, pressing kisses against your jaw like it would be the last time, before working his way to your mouth and kissing you properly. 

—

It’s like a bomb waiting to go off, not only having sex with him but also having to navigate yourself out of his bed without one of you making a gripe at the other. 

Well, not technically his bed. This was yours, in a guest room you made your own while being married, now empty. You moved your stuff out during the separation. Sometimes you regret not taking the bedclothes with you, but now you’re thankful you can feel them, cool and soft against your skin. 

You had no choice but to stay lying on your back, trying to keep your injury still. He was next to you in the same fashion. 

“You are still wearing your ring.” He speaks quietly. As if to prove his point, he toys with your wedding band. 

“I helped design it, of course, I’m going to show it off,” you reply not being able to look him in the eye. 

He kissed the back of your hand.  

“I believe I designed it, you just suggested the stones.” 

Hand flexed to fully show off the stones, you had to agree. 

The stones were suggested by you, on a date to le Musée de Minéralogie. It was just the two of you, and you had been taken with the rubies. Vincent walked alongside you, filling you in on information you might not have known. It was an off-handed comment from you, how red is a colour for both blood and love, very fitting in your line of work. 

“You have good taste,” he says while you think had instead. 

His hand skimmed your bare side, nimble fingers finding a small bump that was not there before your flight with Lukas. 

You flinched at the dull pain, not surprised if he “accidentally” poked it. 

“You should let me take care of you, mon amour.” 

That was it. The same words that started and ended your marriage. Being taken care of by Vincent made you feel like a doll, sitting on a shelf, never allowed to do anything. 

“Vincent,” You spoke with caution, the pain slowly seeping back into your body.

He held your chin gently, commanding your gaze to look at him. You softened looking at him. 

“It is true. Do you think I like seeing you like this?” he asks. 

“I don’t know what you like” you retort, steeling yourself for the argument to come. 

“I like you.” 

“Oh, you do? Is that why you made me quit bounty work?” you snap. 

“I asked you to stop because you're not very good at it and I did not want a dead fiancé.” 

Ouch. 

“If you were a better fighter, you would take higher bounties.” 

You don’t look at him as you leave the bed. You know he's sneering at you. 

But you’re not going to shrink away even though you’re naked. You know you have to get dressed in front of him but you can put on a brave face.

 “Thanks for this lovely reminder of why our marriage failed.” You spit out. You know the failed comment will piss him off. 

You leave without a second look, cheap shoes squeaking against the floor. 

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You felt the lock slide open under the key, your apartment slightly cold and quiet. You still smelled like his cologne, only now the smell reminds you of the recent bitter memories. You discard your bag as you make your way to your bed in your apartment. Away from Vincent. 

As you take off your dress for the second time you feel your phone buzz. 

[Unknown number: Wire Transfer Sent. Deposit for Lukas is confirmed.]

Seeing him mixed with the rush of adrenaline after the fighting was too much, especially with the separation so fresh. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should go after higher bounties, especially not those set by him. 

Taglist: @heartrot666, @soraya-daydreams

[mrs-santoss]

Let It Snow - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Hi! I love your stories! This is my first time requesting so sorry if I do not explain smthn well<3 The plot: You have been with Ney for a year and you recently moved in with him and Christmas is comeing up so you two are decoratieng your apartment together, having fun and watching a movie. "Bebê, come onnn... Wake up, we will put up the Christmas tree and bake cookis and watch movies." I kept shaking Neymar trying to wake him up. He groans laying on his stomach and turns his head the other way. "Amor, five more minutes please..." "Ney, you said that three times already. Come on.." I say to him and he turns his head to look at me. "Okay, come here first I want to hug you" He pulls the blanket up for me to join him. As soon as I lay next to him, he wraps his arms around me and closes his eyes again. "Yes, just like this.." "Noooo, Neymar, get up.." I realize his trick on getting me into bed to sleep and stand up quickly. "Ughh, okay, okay. I'm up!" he finally gave up.

I made my way back to the living room, continuing to decorate the tree. Neymar joined me, now dressed in our matching Christmas pyjamas. I gave him a kiss and handed him a box of ornaments. We decorated the whole tree and it was time to put the star on top. Neymar lifts me up and I place it. "It looks amazing, amor. Doesn't it?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yes, bebê. It looks so pretty."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him slowly to the kitchen, showing him all the ingredients that were already prepared on the table for us to make cookies. "And, nowww.... We will bake some cookies, we can get creative with shapes." "Great. I will make some tree shaped cookies." We made the cookies and put them in the oven. As soon as I closed the oven door and turned around to face Neymar, I felt flour on my face. Neymar was throwing flour at me. "Oh, you will regret this a lot, Neymar JR." "Make me regret it then." I grabbed a handful of flour and chased him around the kitchen island. I finally caught him and threw the flour on his face. We had a good laugh and decided to end the fight. We shared a kiss and grabbed some wipes to clean our faces. When we cleaned ourselves, the cookies were already done. I grabbed a cute plate and put the cookies on it. Neymar snapped a photo and posted it on his Instagram story, tagging me. I felt my phone buzzing on the kitchen counter, probably from the photo he posted, people share those really quickly. Neymar went to prepare the Elf movie in the living room and I joined him after bringing all the food. We had our baked cookies, hot chocolate and pop corn. I sat next to Neymar, laying my head on his chest. Halfway throughout the movie, I heard light snores coming from Neymar. I looked up to see him fast asleep, with his head hanging back on the couch. His cute sleeping face made my heart warm. I slowly got up and turned off the tv. I grabbed another blanket from the bedroom and sat back to my previous position next to my sleeping boyfriend. I threw the blanket on top of us.

The atmosphere was amazing. The Christmas lights from the tree were illuminating the living room. I felt sleep overtaking me. I whispered something to Neymar even though I was sure he couldn't hear me. "I love you, Ney." "I love you too, amor." He mumbled slowly and kissed my head.

[positiveglitchexists]

Affirmations

Warnings: Swearing, a bit angsty at some parts, Mention of anxious movements (Shaking hands)

Notes: I have rewritten this several times so I hope it comes out better this time? I think I'm a bit off because I haven't written in awhile.. So think of this as a warm up fic!! If you find any mistakes message me so I can fix em :D

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"I really tried to stop the thoughts, but I can't help but feel like everyone is annoyed by my every move and it's just.. Overwhelming."

Puffy frowned as she nodded, writing something down in her notebook. Tommy swallowed as his hands shook a bit, he eventually connected his hands together and stared at the room he was in. 

Today was his therapy session with Puffy. On most days, he was outside for these sessions but this time they met in a small room with white walls. A wooden desk stood against one of the white walls, two orange chairs were seated across from each other, one of the chairs, the one Tommy was sitting in, was the closest to the door while Puffy sat directly across from him

He thinks Puffy is still talking but his eyes are slowly drifting off to the wall in the corner of the room..

"..But Positive affirmations is a good start!" Puffy spoke with a reassuring smile but Tommy blinked and then blinked again.. Before he rubbed his neck nervously but Puffy simply tilted her head, not seeming that surprised.

"You weren't paying attention again huh?" Tommy huffed, "I was! But then you started talking about stuff and I noticed the walls chipping.." He quickly realized that wasn't helping his case and he gave a sheepish smile.

It wasn't his fault! It wasn't that he hated therapy, it actually helped pretty well! But he couldn't help but focus on the white walls chipping in the corner. There was this white wall with blue flowers underneath it and he really wondered why they covered that up with a plain boring white-

Puffy interrupted his thoughts as she crossed her arms, "Uh huh.. Well Mr. Big man, Since you talked about how negative thoughts seem to be affecting your mind alot, I was talking about how positive affirmations could be a helpful way to combat them!" Tommy blinked, "Positive.. Affirmations?" 

Puffy nodded, "Like.. The things people repeat to themselves in mirrors?" Tommy scrunched his face up before Puffy nodded once again, "Yes! Well, technically. Positive affirmations is just saying positive things about yourself so it doesn't have to be in front of a mirror- 

Tommy pursed his lips at her explanation, "So like.. Saying how I'm a big man? Because I am truly the biggest of men, ofcourse only after Philza Minecraft, But he has only one wife and I have so many wives-" 

Puffy made sure to interrupt before he went into a rant about his many, many 'real' wives and girlfriends, "That's.. Good, but I'm thinking more.. Self centered things. 'I am loved' or 'I am cared for'" 

Tommy cringed, "Could I just write them down?" Puffy nodded, "You could but I really recommend saying them outloud-" The alarm on Puffy's communicator went off. Interrupting her and signaling the end of their session.

Puffy reached over and turned the alarm off before sitting back more comfortably and giving a smile to Tommy, "Alright, it's the end of our session for today! We settled for next week alright? So make sure to come on time and please practice-" 

Tommy waved his hand as he was already halfway out the door, "I know, I know! See you later Captain pussy!" The door closed and Puffy raised an eyebrow before Tommy opened the door and stuck his head in, "I meant Captain Puffy!" He shut the door once again and Puffy heard the footsteps fade away from her therapy room.

Tommy hummed as he walked along the prime path, quickly making his way over to Philza and Techno's cabin. Positive affirmations.. Sounded.. Okay? He definitely wasn't saying them outloud.

The thought of getting caught by Wilbur or Techno was too embarrassing even for him, Plus.. He didn't really believe in the affirmations.. Puffy reassured him but- He still can't help the negative thoughts from leaking in.

He sighed as he finally got to the door and he slammed the door open with a grin, "IM HOME FUCKERS!" He paused as he waited for a response.

He frowned when nothing was heard, maybe he was home alone- "SHUT UP TOMMY!" Tommy bursted into laughter as Wilbur's voice rang throughout the house, he quickly took a breath to calm his laughter still letting out little giggles before he stopped and headed to his room.

He paused in front of Wilbur's room but quickly shrugged and headed to his, he didn't wanna bother Wilbur. 

..Clearly thinking that was a mistake as it seemed to set off a chain reaction of negative thoughts, he swallowed as his thoughts started to overwhelm him. He sat at his desk pulling a red pen and piece of paper out before writing the best he could. 

'I am loved.' 

He wrote, it felt weird and silly and.. It didn't help all that much. He doesn't believe what he's writing. Wilbur was the only one in the house and he couldn't bother him over a silly thing like this so he continued to write various verses. 

On a good note, The writing was grounding him enough to stop his hands from shaking.

He swallowed and kept writing, eventually moving to doodling before he heard quiet footsteps heading to his room and soon enough Wilbur was standing in the doorway. 

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, Tommy turned his head up and looked at Wilbur, "Hi Will, Miss me already? I mean I would miss me too-" Tommy grinned but Wilbur looked him up and down before peaking to look at the paper and his eyebrows furrowing. 

Before Wilbur could ask, Tommy was already speaking. "Positive affirmations, My therapist recommended them." Tommy tilted his head and Wilbur nodded, "Aren't you supposed to say them outloud?" 

Tommy looked at him. Then looked back at his paper then looked back at Wilbur. "She said I could write them down." 

"..Why don't you say them outloud?" Wilbur asked curiously and Tommy mumbled, "It's stupid!" Wilbur hummed in response. 

"But still shouldn't you do what she originally recommended then?" Tommy sighed before raising an eyebrow, trying to distract Wilbur. "How do you know it's what she said originally-" Wilbur gave him a look and Tommy sighed, more dramatically this time. 

"Probably, It's too embarrassing though plus this is working just fine!" Wilbur gestured to the paper, "Tommy, You've begun to doodle Shroud." Tommy smiled, "I love Shroud. Such a good little spider he is!"

Wilbur sighed, "Alright, yknow what Tommyinnit, Say a positive affirmation right now." Tommy blinked before shaking his head, "Huh? No! Didn't you hear me-" Wilbur narrowed his eyes, but a playful tint was shining in his eyes. "If you don't, I'll help you." 

Tommy didn't seem to notice, a mistake. "...Huh?" Wilbur grinned and lifted his hands up, his fingers wiggling. "five seconds." Tommy admits it took him a minute but once he realized his eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could out the door, hoping to throw Wilbur off. 

He made it past Wilbur and Techno's room, right near the couch before he heard footsteps behind him- That was not five seconds! "WILL YOU FUCKIN LIAR-" He screamed as he was tackled to the ground. 

He felt Wilbur place his hand underneath his head as they hit the ground. Once they fell onto the floor properly Wilbur wasted no time in shifting his body to sit on top of Tommy's waist, successfully trapping him. 

Wilbur and Tommy play fought alot so the hard wood didn't bother them too much- What did bother Tommy was his brother's wiggling fingers. He struggled with a wobbly smile on his face, "P-Please Will we can talk about this r-right?" 

Wilbur put a finger on his chin as he pretended to think before he sighed dramatically. "I'll make you a deal, say some positive things about yourself and I'll let you go." 

Tommy blinked, a bit suspicious. "Seriously?" Wilbur had started to slowly glide his fingers up and down over Tommy's clothed sides, the thin shirt did nothing and Tommy made small giggles before he spoke- "Fine- Fine Okay.. I'm the biggest man!" 

Tommy looked smug like he found a loophole and Wilbur simply sighed before he dug his fingers into Tommy's sides, Tommy shrieked before loud laughter fell from his mouth and he arched his back as he tried to push Wilbur off, but he wasn't moving. 

"That doesn't count! Here I'll help you- Tommy, Your laugh is so so adorable." Tommy's face turned a light pink out of surprise, the pink spreading to the tips of his ears.

"WIHIHILL SHUHUHUT UHUHP-" Wilbur tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he kept skittering his fingers against Tommy's clothed sides.

Eventually Wilbur stopped and lifted his fingers barely above Tommy's sides, Tommy took deep breaths. The anticipation of knowing Wilbur's fingers were directly above his sides were causing Tommy to giggle nervously as he caught his breath.

"Wihihill.." Wilbur gave a smile, "Hi Toms, lovely day huh?" Tommy wiggled as he tried to escape but Wilbur didn't budge, all the wiggling had caused his shirt to slide up but Tommy was too busy to notice. 

Wilbur definitely took notice though and gave a sideways grin, "Toms~.. c'mon just a few positive things about yourself- A real thing and I'll let you go!"

Tommy squirmed but eventually settled as Wilbur made a show of sighing and placing his fingers gently on Tommy's sides, Tommy gasped at the feeling as he realized his shirt had risen enough to reveal his sides. "Ohohokay- I'm- I'm amazing!" 

Wilbur looked at the wall for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back to Tommy, "Well that is a thing isn't it?" Tommy grinned and struggled but quickly realized.. Wilbur didn't move an inch. 

"Wihihill? You said a thing-" Wilbur clicked his tongue as he had a low tone, "Oh no Toms, I said things." Before Tommy could react, Wilbur began to squeeze Tommy's sides. Tommy practically screamed with surprised laughter, even if his t-shirt didn't give much protection it helped the sensations feel a bit better- but this? This was horrible! Torture even!

Tommy squealed as Wilbur started to target his tummy, squeezing his sides one last time before skittering his fingers on the sides of his tummy. 

"C'mon Toms, I'm gonna help you this time!" Wilbur grinned as Tommy shook his head as he tried to squirm away from the ticklish sensations, laughter spilling out. "Repeat after me: My name is Tommy and I have the most adorable laughter in the whole planet!" 

Tommy's face turned red and he shook his head, the redness spreading to the tips of his ears and neck. "NOHOHO-" Wilbur nodded, his tone still teasing. "No you're totally correct, You have the most adorable laughter in the whole world not just the planet!" 

Wilbur teased with a big grin and Tommy squirmed, "NOHOHO WIHIHILL- PLEASHHSHE-" Wilbur tsked before he moved his attention back to Tommy's sides and began to vibrate his fingers on them, targeting the death spot once again.

Pleads and giggles spilled out from Tommy's mouth, "WIHIHILL PLEHEEASE-" Wilbur simply continued, eventually pausing to pull Tommy's shirt down. "Okay, let's try again!" Wilbur grinned happily. 

"Repeat it, My name is Tommy and I have the most adorablest laughter in the whole world!" Tommy shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing with every shake as Tommy let out loud laughter.

Tommy was desperate to throw Wilbur off, so he did the one thing he knew would atleast get him some mercy! "WILIHIHIBY-" Wilbur paused at the nickname and Tommy thought he might've won. 

But then Wilbur simply cooed at him, "Aw Toms!" Wilbur began up again as he changed his technique to scribbling against Tommy's sides, Tommy let out a squawk before cackling as he tried to push Wilbur's hands away.

"You're so cute! Giggling your brother's name, I think you're just proving my point! Now, I promise to move away from targeting your sides if you just say what I want; My name is Tommy and I have the most adorable laughter in the whole world!" 

Tommy's face was burning red, "M-MY NAHAHAME IS TOHOHOMMY-'' Tommy got interrupted by his laughter as Wilbur slowed down enough to let Tommy speak. "I HAHVHVE THE MOST ADOHORABLE LAHAHAUGHTER IN THE WHOHOHOLE WORLOLOD-" 

Wilbur smiled brightly, "You do, don't you?" Wilbur's hands haven't slowed down and Tommy squealed, "HAHAHANDS-" Wilbur blinked before he took his hands off Tommy's sides, letting Tommy breathe. 

Wilbur's eyes seemed to go everywhere looking for another spot to tickle as he hummed, "Alright, You need to do another positive affirmation okay? Trust your big brother!" Wilbur grinned as his eyes lit up.

"How about this one; My name is Tommy and I am loved!" Wilbur did a weird voice, like he was impersonating Tommy as he spoke the last line. Tommy cringed and shook his head, "Wihihill Nohoho- Too embarrassing-" 

Wilbur sighed, "Ah such a shame isn't it? Well, If you won't say you're loved then I'll go to the place I love to tickle you." Tommy blinked before he gaped, "NO-" Wilbur pouted mockingly, "But It's a fair trade unless you have something to say~?" 

Tommy refused to let Wilbur win so he narrowed his eyes challengingly, and Wilbur grinned before moving his hands to Tommy's tummy. He stayed there as he looked at Tommy, once it was clear he wasn't going to budge he began to knead the skin there. 

It felt more like a massage but Tommy squirmed anyways, more giggles coming out then laughter before Wilbur changed his technique to a harsher tickling- He used both of his hands to scribble into his stomach. 

Tommy screamed with laughter, taken off guard by the change of technique as he squirmed. His legs kicked but it didn't even bother Wilbur as he continued with a smug look. "Does it tickle Toms?" 

Tommy flipped him off best he could as he tried to hold his laughter in but it ended up escaping his mouth anyway. 

"C'mon Toms~ I can do this all day! It's just one sentencee~" Wilbur used one of his hands to continue scribbling into Tommy's tummy but used his other hand to draw shapes into the side of Tommy's neck.  

Tommy twisted his head as he tried to get Wilbur to stop. "OKAHAHAY-" Wilbur slowed down but didn't stop completely, stopping his movement on Tommy's neck and placing his other hand back on Tommy’s tummy starting to scratch softly. 

"PFFT- MM- HAHA- I ahaham lohohoved-" Tommy's face was blushing a light pink and Wilbur cooed, completely stopping his movements as he scanned for another spot. 

"Alright, How about this one; I am cared for!" Tommy shook his head as he whined, "Willll-" Wilbur looked stubbornly at him and Tommy groaned as the blush became more apparent, he mumbled. "I ahmhm caharedhdhd for." 

Wilbur made a happy sound as he hummed, trying to think of more. "How about-" Tommy shook his head fast, "Will this is so dumb and this is wasting your time-" He whined out.

Wilbur hummed as he put the tips of his fingers on the small space revealing Tommy's hips as he slowly used his fingers to climb up the side of Tommy's body. To his sides, To his stomach, until he stopped right under his armpit. "Just one positive affirmation Toms~"

He paused and looked at Tommy, Tommy had a pleading look on his face as he looked into his brother's eyes. Wilbur simply smiled. "You know what I wanna hear~" He waited and before he could react, Tommy tightened his arms to his side to cover his armpits and narrowed his eyes at Wilbur, his face blushing red.

Wilbur tilted his head but the grin never faded, "You really wanna play this game Toms?" Tommy stuck his tongue out at him and Wilbur looked unimpressed, "Mhm.. Alright." 

Wilbur grabbed Tommy's hands that were laid down flat as he tensed his arms to protect his armpits, Wilbur used both hands and pulled them up even as Tommy tried to keep them there. 

Wilbur eventually managed to wrestle both hands into one of his and pinned them to the side of Tommy's head, Tommy screeched but Wilbur continued and used his hand to begin delivering fast pokes to Tommy's armpit. 

Tommy immediately jumped, (Or well as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on top of him) and began to squeak as he twisted his body trying to escape the pokes. 

"WIHIHILL-" Wilbur smiled happily at the reaction, "You got any positive affirmations in that big ol brain of yours? I have a ton." Tommy couldn't even begin to process any of his thoughts let alone Wilbur's question, the ticklish sensations driving him insane. 

Wilbur noticed and took pity on him, "That's fine! I'll go- Tommy, Your laughter brings me such joy and happiness because it is such a happy sound-" Tommy sputtered as he tried to think of anything but all he could focus on was the tickles, his face looked like it would stay permanently red- It probably would if Wilbur kept going.

"And I am so proud of all you achieved, I love how ticklish you are and how even just a light tap could make you squeal-" "WIHIHILL-" "I love how I was gifted such an amazing little brother-" 

Tommy's squirming had stopped even as Wilbur had moved back to Tommy's stomach and began to knead and scribble and do any technique possible, Tommy's laughter continued. He tried to push Wilbur's hands away although it was weaker than usual.

"And your laughter could make even the scariest God's melt in your grasp and I'm so thankful that I get to see you everyday and laugh at your stupid jokes, especially when you laugh at them yourself and make those adorable fucking snorts and giggles-" 

Wilbur continued not even bothering to take a breath, All these compliments came out easily and the realization of it made Tommy's face burn red. His neck and ears completely turned red as Tommy tried to sputter out anything to get his older brother to stop.

"And I'm so happy i get to see this side of you, the lee side that just melts into any and all tickles and even when you try and convince me your not ticklish anymore even when it's so clear you are when you flinch away when I get even a centimeter close to your sides- but God that's just cute too isn't it?" 

Tommy's laughter was hysteric, Wilbur suddenly reached down and blew a raspberry onto his shoulder. While it was covered by his shirt, the sensation was somehow worse and Tommy squeaked before he started to try and buck him off again. 

Tommy's laughter started to sound wheezy and Wilbur slowed down before stopping completely, pulling himself off of Tommy and sitting down next to him.

Tommy was giggling and rubbing at his skin to get rid of the ghost tickles, Wilbur helped by softly rubbing his back and humming a tune.

Eventually Tommy calmed down and when he did, He sat up and faced his older brother.

"Dick."

"Okay fair enough-" "Bitch." "Well-" "Prick." "That's literally just the same thing as-" "Fuck you." Wilbur put his hands up and wiggled his fingers, Tommy flinched before flipping him off.

Wilbur gasped dramatically before putting a hand on his forehead, "I guess you don't want any of the coke I got you!" "..Give me a coke." Wilbur rolled his eyes but got up anyways, "Hey at least you can tell your therapist that you did some affirmations!"

Tommy did get his coke, When Puffy asked if he practiced any affirmations the red on his face and his sputtering said enough.

[metaltangodiva]

what are your thoughts on the different 'versions' of Krauser as well his various dynamics with Leon? Also do you have any advice for like...not being afraid to add your own interpretations and spins to characters? Like i think i care way too much about what people would think, so i'm a but scared to start posting anything, but at the same time I'd love to add to the fic collection lol

Hello hello~!

I wanna preface this quickly by saying I'm fucking unable to summarize anything, lmao. This turned out to be TWO ESSAYS.

I'll start by replying to the second question, because I sorta realized, about halfway through the answer, that I was writing a fucking essay on Metaltango and I didn't wanna overlook the second point of your message. Because it's super important to me, as a writer (amateur/hobbyist, but writer nonetheless) that people who want to write can do it.

And my suggestion is super easy: do it. Write the thing.

I know it's hard, I went through it too. It's hard to not compare yourself to other people, to go and think "man, they're not gonna like how I portray them". When I started writing "Normal", that was my worry. I was taking these badass, gun-toting, zombie-killing, masculine characters and putting them into a situation that's not only opposite to that, but pretty damn taboo in general. I've had Comments™. But whatever.

And what I tell people, when they say they're worried about how their stories are gonna be received, maybe because it takes a weird non-canon spin, or they feel their tropes are overdone, is:

Do it anyways. There's only you to craft that story you wanna see the way you want it; no one else can do it the exact same, even with the same prompts, the same tropes, the same characters. Everyone views things differently, and I think it's an amazing thing when it comes to art, well... almost everything, honestly. A saying that goes in a Discord server I hang out on is "there's nothing original anymore", but not in a bad way at all — so many works have the same themes, and yet they all still stand out somehow.

I might not the audience. This guy next to me might be, though! Or who knows, maybe *I* am the audience!

But you don't know any of this until you write it. Do it.

OKAY SO I GUESS THAT WAS PART ONE, lol.

SO LET'S GOO FOR PART TWO!

My thoughts on the different versions: I love them! Each version and each game brings something new to the table. I got started with RE4 (VR) — I liked how *aggressively homoerotic* that knife fight was.

Since it was my entry point to RE as a whole, I was curious as to *who* Krauser was, what was his relation to Leon, what happened between them, so on, so forth. Probably what a lot of people went through before Darkside Chronicles became a thing. His obsession for Leon and especially the *passion* behind it. Surely what happened between them was personal!

Then I heard of Darkside Chronicles and I had to play it for myself. So I did. And I was positively surprised when I saw Krauser as he was back around 2002. Gruff, rough around the edges, but just as snarky as Leon — and I love snarky characters. I felt their humor meshed so well. The "boy scout" exchange has lived rent-free in my head since I heard it. Same with the shared water bottle/indirect kiss. The snake/butterfly. Krauser starting as kinda dismissive of Leon, but quickly wisening up about it and treating him as an equal (and I feel it's more than that). And this became what I really wanted to see between them on the long run, hence why I started writing the AU "Normal" takes place in. They were such a good team, in spite of Krauser's wildly varying emotions.

Then RE4R came out, and it introduced them in a mentor/trainee relationship and I love that too. It's a whole different dynamic; Krauser's more serious but still does not shut up, Leon is still a smart mouth — I guess they clashed a lot overall and Leon can probably thank Krauser for all the extra push-ups and laps that gave him this *chef kiss* physique... but Krauser has a soft side to him. The guy really cared for his men, but as an instructor, as a soldier, as a superior and also as a human, probably couldn't voice it all too well. I cried when Leon picked up Krauser's knife, kneeled next to him and Krauser told him he was proud of him. That he had trained him well. It's a dynamic I wish I could capture well enough to put in words, but my real-life experience with anything army-related is nonexistent (well, so is my ageplay/military/"life as a couple" experience with "Normal", lol) and I feel I'd have a harder time with portraying it how I want to. So... I'm eventually gonna do it, outside of oneshots.

TLDR: Give me all the Krausers. They all bring something to the table <3

[mcflymemes]

KINGSMAN: THE SECRET SERVICE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2014 film

so hail satan, and have a lovely afternoon.

do you know what that means?

my people will be getting in touch with you very soon.

what do you see?

if you get blood on the carpet, you're going to have to take the carpet up!

do i look like i give a fuck?

we're here to enhance your skills and test you to the limit.

i was breaking up an undercover spy ring at the pentagon.

i'm famished.

you can't talk to me like that.

if you have a complaint, you come here and whisper it in my ear.

how may i help you?

turn that shit off.

shit. fucking missed it. how did i fucking miss it?

sorry about that. needed to let off a little steam.

and so began our adventure.

nobody thanked me for any of them.

your little experiment failed.

go home.

do you think there's a lot of jobs going around here?

i apologize for putting you in this position.

who the fuck are you? where am i?

do you like spy movies?

did you have any chance to think further on my proposal?

always someone else's fault.

would you care for a drink?

just leave him alone.

i'll deal with this mess... personally.

sorry. gotta save the world.

you were halfway through training, doing brilliantly, but you gave up.

these, you're familiar with.

would you like a lift home?

i'm sorry. wrong number.

this is my new valet.

grab a seat.

this whiskey is amazing.

no stomach for violence. i mean, literally, i see one drop of blood, that is me, done.

i need to have a private conversation.

well if we don't do something, nature will.

this knife can save your life.

being a gentleman is something one learns.

you're going to need a pair of shoes to go with your suit.

don't be ridiculous. it's a hand grenade.

you fucking freak!

can anybody tell me what this is?

fuck! just cut the fucking ropes, please!

can you guess what this is?

is he dead?

looks like a lot of people are going to die.

it's a pleasure to meet you.

how can i understand if you won't tell me anything?

there are not a lot of people who knew about him.

sit down.

ever heard of knocking?

congratulations. bloody well done.

i am inviting you to be part of a new world.

once he explained, i understood.

hope you're hungry.

gotta admit, i was really intrigued to meet you.

words to live by.

i'm awfully sorry.

i had that done already.

i'm so sorry i can't say more.

you know your shit.

i don't want your help.

i killed all those people.

i suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar is a step too far.

a suit is a modern gentleman's armor.

there is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. true nobility is being superior to your former self.

let me teach you a lesson.

you know what this is like?

i stepped things down because i wasn't getting anywhere.

i see someone with potential.

i seem to have my dates muddled up.

pretty dog. what's his name?

you're a bloody disgrace.

i knew you couldn't make it.

i cancelled the gala because of you.

so we going up or down?

i'm going to come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you'll find an equally convoluted way to escape.

it was a blank. it was a fucking blank.

i don't doubt it.

how do i get it back in?

this is our standard issue pistol.

if you save the world... we can do it in the asshole.

that tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head.

how deep does this fucking thing go?

limits must be tested.

your weapon scores are excellent, by the way.

is this it?

how do they feel?

nothing personal, if that's your concern.

i'm had a rather emotional day.

one day, you might be as good a spy as any of them.

if you're prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.

can't you see that everything i've done has been about trying to repay them?

i'd appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace.

give me the gun.

i'm just in to find out what kind of person you are.

that is sick.

get out.

pull the hook to the left.

i've had my people looking into your affairs.

i'm sure you understand that.

i'm so sorry. please untie me.

ah yes. very very nice.

what did you do to me?

you're full of surprises.

you throw away your biggest opportunity over a fucking dog.

is this the part where you say some... really bad pun?

i will be right back.

no! that wasn't the fucking deal!

you think i've got anything to lose?

how'd your folks make it?

i had no control.

are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?

thank you for such a happy meal.