#little ham man continuation

[frogchiro]

The Hunter and the two Bunnies

Day 3!! Yay! I won't lie I was super excited for this one so I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: heavy nsfw, fem!Reader and Graves are bunny hybrids, Simon is a hunter, mentions of murder and gore but not much at all, Simon is a possessive and obsessive man, it's implied that both reader and Graves didn't have much choice to stay with him at first but it's really up to you ^^

Autumn was near, it was clear as day. The leaves started turning all sorts of oranges, reds, yellows and started to fall, the warm summer days turned to cool and bleak weather with a chilling howling wind and cold rain hammering against the wooden roof of Simon's cabin. Despite the bleak and unforgiving weather outside, the inside of the wooden house is a picture of warmth, coziness and pleasure.

With the roaring fire in the hearth, the leftover uneaten honey-glazed ham, fresh bread and fruits and of course the two warm, glistening bodies of two lovely bunnies currently warming Simon's weary muscles.

"Ahh...Yeah, that's right...Use your hips more-Perfect, fuuuck...", came the low, growly voice from the scarred, blond man sitting in his well-loved, warm armchair as your pretty, soft body continued to move above him, your whines and moans like music to his ears, your soft tits pressed tightly to his sweaty, hairy chest and all Ghost could do was let out a groan as he felt his swollen tip hit your cervix, potent cum leaking out and he could feel his balls tighten at the delicious fantasy of his sperm being right in your most intimate place, doing its job and breeding you with his baby.

"S-Simon please-it-it's too deep! Ah-! Si I feel it in my belly..." came your whined response as you gently ran your hand over your lower belly and pressed, both you and Simon moaning out at the intense, pleasurable feeling of him right there inside you and you couldn't help but tighten up, your cunt squeezing the large male like a vice making him let out a loud moan and thrust his hips up more roughly.

The wonderful, pleasurable scene was lazily watched by Philip, another bunny Ghost managed to catch last winter. The blonde male hybrid was laying on his back on one of the numerous fluffy furs in front of the fireplace, surrounded by more pelts and pillows arranged in the form of a nest. Philip continued to watch the display with a warm smile, happy that his mates both can feel all the pleasure in the world in this little cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere, the three of you can calmly and safely mate and be happy, not to mention the possibility of making your small family a little bigger by next spring. The blonde couldn't help but wince at your high pitched whine as Simon let out a matching loud growl, he probably was right up against your cervix bruising it and making you sore for the next few days, and Philip had to lift hips own hips slightly, the achy feeling settling in his hips and he let out a quiet whine as he felt Ghost's cum leaking out of his hole and wetting his thighs but he quickly used his fingers and stuffed the precious semen back inside him, nothing could go to waste...

After finally cumming deep inside you with a triumphant roar, his balls squeezing and twitching along with his dick lodged deep inside, he held you close to his hot, bulky body and caressed your back and ass, gently palming at your floppy (H/c) ears and fluffy tail before finally gently lifting you up and putting you down into the prepared nest, Philip gratefully accepting you back into his strong arms and immediately getting to nuzzling and licking at your tear-stained cheeks, muttering something sweet making you giggle tiredly and nuzzle into the scruffy stubble on your mate's cheek.

Simon sat back in his armchair with a cigar and a glass of whiskey and just watched you in a comfortable silence, not even bothering to put any clothes back on, only throwing a warm, silvery wolf pelt over his shoulders. He was a proud man, not afraid to show his body to his loved ones, especially you and Phil, it made him happy to be able to shed everything and just let loose, not to mention that sooner than later both of you will recover and want to go for another round and any layer of clothing would be torn off anyway with your small, but sharp claws.

It's a good thing that Simon won't have to go out anywhere for the next two or so days; your supplies and pantry is overflowing with herbs, spices, dried meats, forest fruit and vegetables and anything else you'd ever want. It's also a good thing that he dealt with that pesky little visitor who wandered a little too close for him liking to his territory. Was the guy a lost tourist who wanted to just get back on the trail? Or was he a filthy little thief who wanted to steal his bunnies away...? Well it's doesn't matter now anyway, at least not to Ghost.

The guy's head was basically shot off with the military grade rifle Simon still kept from his military days and now he was probably dragged away by the neighbouring pack of wolves deeper into the dark forest. It will be just Simon's dirty little secret, after all it's no use for him trouble your pretty little bunny heads with something like that.

The rain continues to patter against the cabin, and everything fell silent once again.

[nerdpoe]

No one told Dani that no one actually trick-or-treats in Gotham.

So she knocks on some doors, gets some very confused and concerned people, and some random second-thought bits of candy and cookies.

But she will not be deterred!

Most people don't answer their doors, but she finds an apartment in the cheap part of town that's full of college students, and they give her a whole chocolate bar!

And oh man, this isn't year-old candy they found lying around-this is the homemade gourmet shit!

She eats the whole thing. Right there.

Thaddeus, the guy that gave her the candy, watches her go ham.

"Man, you must fuckin love Hershey's kid," he says, fondly remembering his own childhood.

"Hey Thad," Sean shouts from the kitchen, "Where the fuck's the shroom-bar? And why is there a Hershey's here?"

Thaddeus freezes.

Looks at the little girl who is now staring at her own fingers in awe.

Remembers he lives in Crime Alley, run by Red Hood, and he just gave drugs to a child.

He pokes his head out and looks down the hallway-and yup. Yup, the tail-end of one of Red Hoods legion of child informants just disappeared down the stairs.

Thaddeus is fucked.

OR; after a mishap where Dani is given shroom-infused chocolate instead of a Hershey's chocolate bar, a group of Frat Boys desperately try to hide her from Red Hood, on Halloween, in Gotham, until she's sobered up and they can pay her in actual Hershey's chocolate (and money) to lie to the gun-toting hero. Complete with her losing control of random powers, them making up the dumbest fucking excuses, new holes in their walls and windows, and Red Hood clearly knowing what happened but deciding that letting them suffer is the best lesson for this. Maybe a mad dash through the streets of Gotham during a Rogue attack and continuing to insist she's perfectly fine.

Dani's having a great time.

[leo-muscle]

I’ve heard a little bit about this King Leon guy. Who does he think he is to call himself a king? Seems far to pretentious if you ask me. I wouldn’t be caught dead bowing to someone like that. Not in a million years.

Sure I’m the most basic looking white dude on the planet. My face gets lost in the crowd and my body is light enough to be blown by a breeze. But a king can’t change that, and I would like to see him or any of his subjects try to.

"Are you sure about that?" The bartender told you. You had just arrived on your vacation in Haiti, and the resort's bartender had decided to strike up a conversation with you over drinks. He was enormous, seven feet of pure surfer boy muscle, with a thick gut that was the very picture of strength. He would have been the most beautiful man you had ever seen, if you weren't in the middle of a massive rant.

"Oh, absolutely." You continued. "Whoever these 'kings' are, I don't want anything to do with 'em. Who are they to declare rule over the entire world, and who are we to listen to them?"

It was true, of course. Much of Africa, the British Isles, Central America, and even the islands you were now in had been united under the rule of these Kings. While many praised them for their novel social reforms and exponential increase to quality of life in their domains, many others, yourself included, remained attached to the old ways. Even this vacation was a scouting trip, to see if whatever propaganda these Kings were putting out was true.

"On the contrary, my friend, I am perfectly happy to listen to the rule of my King. You should have seen this island before King Kai came here. Homelessness, poverty... it's all been amended since he arrived."

"Really?" You asked, taking a big swig of your drink, savoring its tingle on your lips. "And NO one's uncomfortable being ruled by just one person?"

"People love King Kai. He is kind and just, like any good king should be. You'll see that soon enough." The bartender said.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, your heart racing.

"Oh, nothing much. Just give it a few seconds."

"What are you-- UGH!" You doubled over, your skin on fire with a sensation entirely alien to you.

The bartender walked out from behind the bar, and soon, his magical hands went to work. With his kingly essence in your system, you could be molded into a respectable citizen of the world.

He started with your pecs, cupping them from behind as they burst through your tropical shirt with new strength. They were enormous, voluptuous pillows, jiggling with muscle and a thin layer of fat.

He then moved his hands along your shoulders, pumping them into cannonballs of strength. The moment his hands reached your arms, they pulled and pushed, leaving your twiggy biceps and forearms as but a fleeting memory, replacing them with pulsing, powerful cannons of strength. In awe, you flexed your right arm, forming a mound easily as big as a baseball if not more.

You moaned softly as King Kai's beautiful hands lightly traced a six-pack onto your stomach, each ab popping into existence, forming an impenetrable wall of strength.

Soon, his hands navigated south, one massive hand palming your flat ass, while the other grabbed your tiny three-inch cock. You moaned, long, low, and hard as both of his hands began to move out from your body, pulling your cock and ass with them. Your cheeks rounded out into a big, bouncy bubble butt, bigger than most women's. It shook with strength and sexuality with every slight movement you made, much like your cock, which had grown so big with the King's touch that no pair of pants could conceal your enormous bulge. His touch was electric on your shaft, causing you to pre almost endlessly.

Your mind was in heaven as he continued to your legs. Your cock was at full mast at its enormous eleven inches as he took his hands to your legs, and blew them up into corded steel pillars as big as any christmas ham. You moaned, your cock firing blanks as he looked you deep into your eyes, placing one hand to completely cover your currently-unchanged face.

"As much as I love my people, we cannot be a global community if all my citizens are homogenous." King Kai said. "Hmm, where should I send you..."

Your skin flickered through thousands of shades in a single moment, before settling on a tone a few shades darker than your original. Your hair darkened to black, and you instantly sprouted a thick dark mustache, and a chinstrap beard to match. Your eyes became narrower and monolid, your stare intensifying into a sexy smolder. As King Kai leaned in and kissed you, your bulk increased, and your muscle became padded with a thin sexy layer of fat.

"Cum." King Kai commanded you, his voice sexy enough to send you over the edge.

You had been reborn, a Vietnamese stud in the Carribean. Your brain was aflame with new neurons, making connections faster and better than ever before. You knew you had been improved, in every conceivable way. You were stronger, smarter, wiser, and you had no one but your new king to thank.

[teenidlegirl]

꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 ┆ 𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ you return to HQ and all of your spidey friends are happy to see you again. after a fun day with your friends, you return home but something feels off.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ fluff, goofiness, swearing, pet names, sprinkle of jealous!miguel, angsty ending

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traveling through portals is trippy but also low-key a mindfuck. one minute you’re standing in your living room then you’re in the main lobby of the spider society. it’s gonna take some time for you to get used to that. miguel is aware of your arrival. he set up your watch so it would notify him directly whenever you arrive at HQ. he’s currently in a mission but he notified you that he’ll join you afterwards. for the meantime, you search for your spidey friends. hopefully they aren’t occupied with missions but you don’t mind waiting. the society is filled with fascinating people and things so you’ll be occupied. perhaps you’ll make more friends here.

wandering around HQ, a cartoonish spider-man, or should say spider-ham, approached you with a wave. “[y/n]! welcome back! it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you!” spider-ham said happily.

“hey porker! i missed my favorite pig!” you two share a high five. “i’m happy to be back!”

“nice to finally see that pretty face again.” a familiar british accent approached you.

“hobie!” you rush up to him and give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.

the brit chuckles at your reaction, hugging you back with his arms around your waist. “i was worried i wouldn’t see ya pretty face again, love.”

you break the embrace to look up at him. “i missed that accent of yours and your jokes.”

“ah you flatter me, love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders as you start walking down the hallway, passing by all types of spider-people.

you wave at spider-ham as he walks away to join a mission that he is required for.

gwen calls out your name as she walks up to you with a bright smile before pulling you into a hug.

you hug her back. “hey gwen!”

“you’re back! we missed you! everything okay? it’s been a while since we last saw you.” the blonde pulled back from the embrace.

“oh yeah. work has just been a pain but i finally got time to visit you guys! i missed my spidey peeps.” you smile at your friends, they reciprocated. you noticed a certain someone isn’t next to her which makes you a bit curious. “and miles?”

“he’s dealing with some things back at home. school and stuff like that.” the blonde elaborated. a beep comes from her watch, making her glance at it then back to you. “gotta go. see ya later, [y/n]!” gwen waves and smiles as she walks away.

you wave back then felt an arm sneaking around your shoulders. “why don’t we walk around, love?” hobie flashes a smile at you, making you blush a little.

“sure.” you nod with a smile as the two of you continue walking down the hallway.

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“so fuck the government, huh?” you giggle in the middle of your sentence while munching on a delicious croissant sandwich.

“those wankers are unless and don’t really give a shit about anyone.” hobie snacks on some lays, leaning back on the chair with his feet on the table. “well if it ain’t my favorite spider.” he looks past you, making you turn around to whoever he’s referring to.

a man dressed in a pink fuzzy robe approached you both. what captures your attention is the adorable redhead baby in the baby carrier. you’ve never seen anything so adorable, besides daisy and dogs in general. who is this little bundle of joy?

“oh you must be [y/n]! the lady miguel’s been talking about.” the man greets you with a smile and extends out his hand for a shake. “i’m peter, his best friend. and this—“ he gestures at the baby with his free hand. “is my daughter mayday.” the baby girl smiles and babbles at you. her tiny hands reach out to you as if she wants you to hold her.

you shake his hand, returning the smile. “nice to meet you, peter. and nice to meet you.” you shift your gaze to mayday, smiling at her. “hola, preciosa.” you say in a sweet tone, making the little girl smile and giggle as she reaches her arms out to you. oh your heart melts at the adorable baby; such a cutie.

“may i?” you glance up at peter, waiting for permission.

“of course!” he said happily with a smile. he carefully pulls mayday out from the baby carrier and hands her over to you which you gladly accept.

you held the baby securely in your grasp as you sat her down on your lap. “you are the cutest thing i’ve ever seen here.” mayday giggles in response as she starts playing with your curls, which you don’t mind.

“so how did you and miguel become friends?” peter takes a seat at the table, sitting across from you.

“well first, he saved my butt twice.” normally you would say ‘ass’ but since you have a baby in front of you, no swearing. “then he popped by my place and hung out a few times like besties.”

both men look at you with surprise looks. peter has his eyebrows raised in pure astonishment while hobie has that iconic smirk on his charming face.

“a few times? the man’s obsessed.” hobie jokes.

your snort, nodding your head. “oh i know. he’s a stalker but my stalker.” a hint of pride in your tone.

“well, it’s nice to know that miguel has a new friend. after being stuck with us, he definitely needs more and i’m glad he found you. you seem like a very nice person.” peter offers a smile.

you huff out a soft chuckle. “oh i don’t think i’m the nicest person but thank you. i try to be.”

“oh but you are! miguel says it all the time. well… not exactly but he definitely talks about you a lot in secret whenever he’s not talking about multiverse shenanigans. i just know it.” peter chuckles.

you look at the male with a shocking expression. miguel talks about you? a lot? you can’t help but you feel your heart skipping a beat at the confession. the man just keeps surprising you more and more.

“seriously?” you sound truly surprised.

peter nods happily with a dorky smile. “yep! he may not admit it of course because he’s so stubborn but he definitely does.”

your snort. “oh that we agreed on. he’s the most stubborn man i’ve ever met. i feel bad for you guys having to deal with that especially since he’s the boss. i could never work for a boss like him.”

both men laugh at your comment, mayday simply giggles and claps her tiny hands. you smile at her, can’t get enough of how adorable she is.

“he isn’t that bad, just anger management issues and stubbornness.” peter said, resisting to laugh.

“too stubborn up his techy arse.” hobie jokes.

you quickly cover mayday’s ears so she doesn’t listen to the curse word from hobie. the little girl just giggles and babbles at you, clapping her hands in excitement. the cuteness consumes you entirely. you uncover her ears as she keeps playing with your curls. mayday continues on babbling and you just tag along, agreeing on whatever she’s trying to say.

“oh miguel! nice of you to finally join us.” peter’s voice snap you out of trance only to find miguel staring directly at you and mayday.

“the vampire came out of his cave.” hobie jokes, earning a death glare from the tall brunette but obviously doesn’t bother him.

“you have a mission to complete. move it.” miguel points a finger at hobie, those crimson eyes glaring at the younger male.

the punky-looking spider raised his hands in air as he gets up from the chair. “whatever ya say, mate.” he turns to look at you, winking. “see ya later, pretty.” and with that, hobie walks away.

you and mayday wave at him then look back at miguel. “you’re so bossy to him. lay off him.”

the tall brunette rolls his eyes, disliking the idea of you defending hobie. “that delinquent isn’t intelligent enough to obey orders. if he was, i wouldn’t have to.” he folds his arms over his chest.

you shoot him an unimpressed look, eyebrows and lips flat. “he does obey orders, he’s just chill unlike you who’s angry all the time.”

miguel lightly glares at you but could never last forever. he just seems to never stay mad at you, even if he wanted to. before he could say something, the cute sounds of mayday’s giggles interrupts him. you, him and peter watch the baby laugh, making you and peter smile at her in awe. miguel had to resist smiling so he doesn’t screw up his intimidating demeanor.

“mr grumpy bug is a bit extra grumpy today, huh?” you whisper to mayday but still loud enough for miguel to hear, which he did of course. the little girl laughs as she turns to him, extending out her tiny hands as a sign for him to pick her up.

with a sigh, miguel carefully picks up the baby and carries her in his hands with a secure grip. the redhead baby smiles and babbles at him. he was so close to actually smile but immediately caught himself in the act. the last thing he wants is bombing his ego at work, especially in front of others.

“say cheese!” peter held up his phone and snaps a picture of the two without warning.

mayday is of course smiling and miguel is frowning like always. the amount of pictures peter has of them two is the same, a smile and a frown.

you cover your mouth to conceal your giggle, how adorable they both look. miguel heard it, making him feel embarrassed. there are definite hints of pink staining his cheeks. such a shy schoolboy.

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“how come you never told me there’s a burger of your face on it?” you try resisting the temptation to giggle in the middle of your question but failed to.

miguel groans out of annoyance, knowing you’d bring this up one day. “it wasn’t my idea. they developed it without my knowledge.” he doesn’t look back you, solely focused on the orange screens.

“i tried it, bomb as fuck. i understand why everyone loves it so much. i’ve never eaten a blue burger before so that was an experience.” you chuckle. “it’s kinda cute how they make your mask, the little red eyes on the blue bun. whoever came up with it is a genius.” you snack on a bag of doritos.

“they’re not a genius, it’s a ridiculous idea and should get rid of it.” frustration and annoyance laced in his tone, his hands curled up into fists on the desk.

“stop being a big grumpy bug and let people have their fun. like i said, it’s a good burger.” you said.

he side-eyed you with a offended look, cheeks slightly flushed. “i’m not a grumpy bug.”

a smirk graces your lips. “yes, you are.” you get up from the chair and slowly approach him. “you are a bug and always grumpy so… you’re a grumpy bug.”

miguel grunts in response, looking back at the monitors as an attempt to ignore your presence. god you get him so easily riled up. he hates it. or does he?

you tilt your head, staring up at him but more precisely his crimson eyes. two pretty rubies that are just so mesmerizing. to have color changing eyes seems so cool, you’re low-key jealous. red eyes seem badass, just so intimidating and pretty in unison. if you were to pick a color, definitely red like miguel’s.

miguel gets nervous from your staring. palms slowly turning clammy, very tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead, his pounding heart. god he’s never felt so nervous about being under someone’s gaze.

what are you doing to him?

“what?” his intimidating voice rings in your ears but doesn’t snap you out of trance.

“you have pretty eyes.” you confess so casually, still mesmerized by those rubies he has for eyes.

that makes his eyes tear away from the monitor and look at you with a confused look. miguel’s taken aback realizing how close you are to him, practically a few inches away. he grew more flustered.

“what?” he sounds genuinely confused.

you find his eyes pretty? are you serious? how can you find those infuriating red dots fascinating? miguel loathes them, wishes he never had that ability but it’s part of his spider dna. he isn’t a regular spider-man, not bitten like the others. only injected against his will which gained him these odd abilities.

but you find it fascinating?

that does something to him. it’s unclear whether it’s a good bad thing. either way, it shocks him.

unsure on how to respond to such a statement, miguel averts your gaze with a head shake and looks back at the orange monitors to forget the topic. those flushed cheeks still intact.

a smile graces your lips at his reaction. how cute, you thought. “i know you don’t like them but i do. i think they’re badass, gives me terminator vibes.” you swore the corners of his lips twitched upward but they don’t. “welp, imma head out. daisy misses me and i miss her.” using the watch he gave you, you opened up a portal, the vibrant colors appearing.

slowly walking towards it, you look back at miguel, who’s gaze is still on the screens. “later, grumpy bug.” with that, he glances at you but you already walked through the portal before he could say bye.

he watches the portal disappears after you, leaving himself alone in his office like before. the warmth of the room vanished the minute you left, now cold like it usually is. he misses that warmth; the warmth that you provided. miguel glances down at the floor where you were standing a few minutes ago, your compliment repeating in his mind.

you are something so… alluring.

your compliment repeats in his mind for the rest of the day, making his heart warm. for the first time, miguel smiles. luckily no one is there to witness it. maybe you will one day, you’ll be the only person.

‘your eyes are pretty too’ he wanted to say.

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it’s nighttime by the time you arrived home. daisy barks in excitement for your return as she rushes over to you. you swiftly scoop her up in your arms, petting her with a loving touch as she attacks your face with licks. oh she definitely missed you and you missed her as well. after a sweet moment, you set her down on the floor and walk over to your room. taking off the watch and placing it on your dresser, you head straight to the bathroom. afterwards, you walk to the kitchen to grab leftovers for dinner.

after eating and washing the dishes, you return to your room for the night. grabbing a nightgown from the drawer, you hear daisy growling. swiftly turning around, you look at her confusingly.

“what’s wrong, mamas?” you ask.

she never growls unless there’s something wrong.

oh you don’t like that.

anxiety slowly began creeping through your veins. grabbing the nearest object, which was your water bottle that has some weight in it, you cautiously walk towards the door. you grip onto the water bottle tightly, preparing to take a swing.

a million thoughts ran through your mind. it can’t be miguel, you just saw and he’s still at HQ. he wouldn’t just show up unexpectedly. he would land on your balcony and wait for your approval like tradition.

suddenly, you hear a small whine which sounds like pain. it’s daisy. turning around, a sudden force slams you against the wall. a scream erupts from your throat as your back hits aggressively against the wall before a hand covers your mouth, another hand pinning your hand against the wall. the water bottle drops onto the floor. some dark figure stands in front of you, unable to see who it is due the dark atmosphere and your slight blurry vision. you squirm under their grip, trying to break free but ultimately fail. muffled squeals vibrant against their palm as you continue squirming. you let out a yelp when you feel a sharp jab in your neck. the motherfucker must’ve injected something in you because you start to feel woozy. eyes fluttering and body weakening.

“nice to see you again, my dear.” a familiar voice said followed by a very familiar manic laugh just before darkness consumes your vision.

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[lab1rynth]

YAN!SOLDIER

Yan!Soldier whom you met in the field hospital, he had been shot in the arm, you had been put in charge of taking out the bullet and bandaging him up, then sending him back out onto the field. The man was quite charming, he told you about his position on the field, asked you about yourself, and shamelessly flirted a little bit.

Yan!Soldier who left after a few days, going back onto the field to fight. It was only around a month later until he came back to get medical attention, another bullet wound. You hadn't remembered him until you heard his voice, you joked around with him as you removed the bullet, 'you're getting hurt just to come see me, huh, big guy?' He chuckled, then hissed as you pulled out the bullet, 'hah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Sweetcheeks?'

Yan!Soldier who continues to tell you about his life at home, how he left home after finishing high school and how he's been in the military for the past five years. The next few days he just lays back and accepts the food and company, 'the only thing we have to eat on the fronts is hard bread and water' he tells you as he stuffs his face full of the mashed potatoes and ham you've supplied him.

Yan!Soldier who thanks you immensely for giving him a clean undershirt, cleaned of blood and mud. He gets up to get dressed, putting it under his camouflage jacket, putting on his muddy boots as he gets ready to leave the facility, he gives you a friendly kiss on your cheek and a hug before waving you goodbye.

Yan!Soldier who cant get his mind off the feeling of your skin against of his hand, the way you cared for him. He hasn't felt that cared for ever since he joined the military, it got to his head. He needed your touch again, he needed your voice. He played with his pocket knife, flicking it around as he laid in his uncomfortable bed, thinking of what to do with these feelings.

Yan!Soldier who purposely gets shot the next day just to see you again, giving you a soft smile when he meets you again. You laugh and shake your head, how has this man gone 5 years without dying. You help him anyways, that's what your here for! You notice he's a lot more touchy than normal. When you whack his hand and tell him to stop moving as you dig for the bullet with your tools, he whined but it quickly turned into a sound of pain when you wiggled the bullet out from under his skin.

Yan!Soldier who continues coming in every few days with a new injury, staying for a day or two and talking to you, before leaving. You swear he should be discharged if he's getting hurt so much, but you digress.

Yan!Soldier who keeps asking stuff about you, personal things that no doctor should tell their patients, yet you told him anyways. You both had grown quite close, beyond that doctor/patient relationship. Of course the soldier thought of you as more than you thought of him, yet he still enjoyed being different then most of your patients.

Yan!Soldier who had resorted to shooting and cutting himself just to see you, he was desperate but he wouldn't admit to it. He didn't care about the pain anymore, at this point his skin was filled with scars of wounds he'd inflicted just to see you again.

Yan!Soldier who tells his fellow soldiers about you anytime there is downtime, he just sits and stares into the distance as he talks about you, a smile on his face. The person next to him nudged his shoulder and laughed, teasing him about his little 'crush', resulting in him pinning them to the wall and holding his pocketknife to their neck, spewing threats. He had to be torn off of them, still yelling as he was dragged away from them.

Yan!Soldier who is back the next day, but not with any injuries, you give him a once over and raise your eyebrow in confusion, 'what are you doing here?' you ask him, he doesn't respond. Instead he takes a step forward and grabs you by your shirt, you almost start to try and call for help but your muffled by him kissing you. It ended as quickly as it started, 'I almost killed a guy yesterday for you,' he stated, 'wha-,' He had cut you off with another kiss before he pulled back once more, putting his hands in his pockets and turning around, walking away, 'You're mine' He told you as he walked.

[midnightfictionlibrary]

Oh, Honey - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader

Content : jealousy, friends to lovers, a bit of violence, flirting, kissing

Word Count : 1.6k

Plot Summary : Jamie doesn’t know how to react when he sees you flirting with a West Ham player. 

A/N : More of my love, Jamie, there's a criminally low amount of Jamie fanfic---as always pls like and reblog if you enjoy <3

“Well don’t you look gorgeous?” You hear the voice before you see its owner, and you roll your eyes before picking your drink up from the bar and turning around. 

“And you are?” You deadpan. 

“Westley Smythe. But I’m better known as the star player of West Ham.” He quirks a smile at you and you try hard not to laugh right in his face. 

“You do know who I am?” You ask him, and he raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down as if there was no way he could know. 

“I’m Richmond’s athletic trainer. ” You watch the wheels turn in his mind, and you smooth your dress on yourself, flashing him your own brilliant smile. “I don’t really associate with West Ham.” 

He shrugs. “No one has to know.” He says, and this time, you do laugh out loud, actually tickled that this man was being so bold. 

But your laugh alerts your own star player, a certain number 9. Jamie’s jaw clenches when he sees you laughing with Smythe, and the grip on his beer bottle (a rare treat Roy allowed him) tightens. He feels Roy lean over, and he rolls his eyes in anticipation for whatever Roy has to say. 

“Bloody fucking hell, Tartt. Just tell the girl you like her.” Jamie can’t help but steal glances at you, where you’re chatting away with the West Ham player. And…are you enjoying his company? He thinks about you, how you move when a song you like comes on, the smell of your honey scented perfume. 

“I can’t.”

“Yes you fucking can.” Roy grunts, and with that he puts another beer in front of Jamie and wanders off to mingle with Ted and Beard. 

This leaves Jamie with admittedly, a lot to think about, even though Roy hadn’t said much. 

You keep a tight smile on your face, and you glance to the boys, noticing Jamie was watching you. Your face flushes and you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Even though Westley was definitely not your type, you decide you could maybe use him to make Jamie a bit jealous. 

For the past few months, it always seems like Jamie is on the edge of asking you something. There’s stolen glances, smiles that linger a bit too long. You even find yourself checking over him after games more often than other players. You and Jamie were friendly, even friends, but you couldn’t deny the extremely large crush you held on the Mancunian. 

You reach out and brush a light hand on Smythe’s arm, causing him to step a bit closer to you. You glanced again at Jamie, the muscles in his perfect jaw jumping at the sight of you and Smythe. You grin to yourself, angling your body so you’re facing away from Jamie. You felt maybe a little evil, but maybe it would push him to talk to you a bit more. Of course, you could talk to him, but it seemed like anytime you tried to flirt, Jamie was completely oblivious to what you were trying to do. 

You roll your eyes as Westley continues to drone on, casting a peek over your shoulder. Jamie was still watching you, but he was standing now. He sets his bottle on the table and skulks out of the bar, and you can’t help but smirk. 

The next day, you’re up in the box with Keeley and Rebecca, who you inform of your jealous-Jamie plan. 

Keeley grins. “I love it babes.” And Rebecca nods.

“Maybe it showed him what he was missing.” She suggests, and you point a finger at her, settling into your seat. You cross your arms and gaze down at the field but the huge monitor over the stands shows closeups of the team. You can’t keep your eyes off of Jamie, and Keeley leans in. 

“He looks grumpy, I think your little plan worked, yeah?” She grins, nudging you. You shrug, but secretly you were pleased. If he was jealous over you, surely that meant he liked you. 

The game starts, the usual fast paced back and forth making your head spin. You notice that Smythe has the ball, about to score, when suddenly -

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, standing straight up out of your seat. Jamie had slide-tackled the other player, knocking him down, causing Smythe to roll a little bit. Westley Smythe stands up and charges towards Jamie, who didn’t seem like he was going to back down, in fact, he was smirking, walking to meet Smythe. Jamie pushes Smythe hard, but before a real fight can break out, the referee interferes, gesticulating to Jamie. 

Finally, the referee pulls out a red card. 

Keeley and Rebecca sit next to you, stunned. 

You look up at the monitor and catch Jamie smirking, tongue out, cocky expression on display as he walks back towards the dugout. You sit down, slightly stunned. But also, slightly into it. You watch Roy shake his head at Jamie and send him into the locker room. You quickly stand up, making your way out of the box.

Your tennis shoes make a soft tap, tap, tap on the floor as you walk down the long, bright hallway to the locker room. You round the doorway and stop, right as Jamie looks up at you. 

“What the hell, Jamie? A red card? Not to mention, you could have hurt yourself and then work on your ankle would have had to start over.” You put your hands on your hips, moving forward towards him. 

“Oh sorry, are you worried about your little West Ham boyfriend?” He says, scoffing as he stands up, turning to face his locker. 

“Boyfriend? I don’t care about Westley.” 

“On a first name basis, huh?” 

You clench your teeth. He was going to be difficult about this. “Why do you even care?” 

Jamie shrugs, still facing away from you. “I don’t.” 

“So why’d you tackle him, then?” 

At this, you can see Jamie’s body tense. “He’s a bloody wanker, that’s why.” 

At this, you scoff. He was really going to stand in front of you and pretend as if you didn’t know what this was about. At the sound of your noise of indignation he turns around to face you. There’s a glint in his eyes and he steps closer to you. Very close. Noses almost touching close. He’s slightly taller than you, so he looks down at you. 

“Maybe I don’t like the way he was looking at you last night, yeah? Like you were a piece of fucking meat.” 

“I can take care of myself.” You assure him, biting back a smirk. You can’t help it though, a devilish smirk was playing on the corners of your lips. “Are you jealous, Tartt?” 

You expected him to smirk. You even expected him to maybe laugh, that beautiful smile on display. Instead, he licks his lips, quirking an eyebrow at you. “I think you know the answer to that.” 

“Then say it.” You challenge. 

At this, Jamie smirks. “Yes. I was jealous. You are smart, funny, and kind, and seeing Westley Smythe all over you made me want to tackle him on the pitch.” 

You’re a bit taken aback. You didn’t expect him to pile compliments on you, and your eyes soften. “Oh..” you breathe out. 

Jamie continues to gaze down at you, leaning in even closer than he was before, his lips hovering centimeters above yours. You watch, mesmerized, drunk in his presence. 

“Seems you might like having me jealous over you, yeah?” Jamie teases. “But that’s okay, as long as I get you all to myself.” 

You swallow, your eyes trailing to his lips. “You’ve always had me all to yourself.” You whisper, glancing up to meet his gaze again. But the look on his face is different. Where before it was smirking, sexy, teasing, now it was surprised and anguished. 

“Wh..what?” He manages to get out, and you kick yourself, believing you said the wrong thing. “Just how long have you been trying to make me jealous?” He asks, reaching up to gently push a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You shrug, suddenly bashful, cheeks burning red hot as he brushed his hand there briefly. You feel a gentle hand under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. He searches your face, a small, pleased smile playing on his lips. 

“Only since last night. I couldn’t take the tension anymore.” You whisper, and Jamie laughs softly. He slides his hand to the side of your face, lifting his other hand to mirror it. Cradling your face gently, he leans in. 

Before anything happens, his eyes travel from your lips to your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He whispers. Your mouth feels dry, but you nod, and he leans in, gently connecting his lips to yours. 

You kiss him back, feeling as if you were melting, and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His hands leave your face and snake around your waist, holding you as close as he can. “You are as sweet as honey.” He breathes into your ear, and you shiver. 

“Oi!” You hear a booming voice yell from the doorway and you instinctively look over, still tangled in each other’s arms. There stood Roy, an eyebrow raised. “Not that I don’t think it’s about time the two of you kissed, but Ted wants to see you, Tartt.” 

Jamie looks at you, stealing another kiss before winking at you, following Roy out of the locker room door. You stood there, smiling and blushing to yourself. You guessed Jamie just needed a little push, is all. You couldn’t wait to continue what you started.

[fuckmyskywalker]

Dad Anakin come bend me over the counter in the kitchen while im making you sandwiches and getting you your beer. press me against the surface and smush my face into the plate I neatly prepared for you and then pull my skirt up and fuck me PLEASE

—🕷️

— CW: 18+, dddne. Age gap. Fauxcest (Anakin is called "Dad"). Established relationship. Misogynistic behavior. Minor wedgies. Spanking. | DNI if uncomfortable. | not proofread.

— a/n: I love you. I love you. You get me. Also, I didn't added the fucking, I had another thought in mind 😔...

Sunday games are his favorite way to relax after a long and stressful week at work. There is nothing more enjoyable than watching his team with a cold beer in his hand and eating his favorite sandwiches... but it seems to be that you decided to be particularly slow today.

"Can you hurry up? The game is about to start" Anakin yells from the living room. He taps his boot on the carpet with an annoyed expression on his handsome face.

"Coming!" You chirp from the kitchen with a little smile, happy to please your husband. You knew where you were getting yourself into when you married a man old enough to be your father...

The toaster pops up with a loud noise in tandem with Anakin's footsteps— he reaches the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the arch and admiring you with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Twisting the mayonnaise lid, you open the fridge to store it in the door rack before grabbing a tall can of Budweiser. Placing it next to the white porcelain plate where his sandwich is, you grab the smoked ham packet, ripping the security seal before slicing two pieces in half, your back still faces the entrance, so you are unaware of his presence.

With the large knife, you cut the sandwich in half, enjoying the soft creak of the toasted bread when his hands rest on your hips causing you to jolt.

"I told you to fucking hurry up" Anakin whispers against your neck, sliding his hands up and down your thighs. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

Panic courses down your body, he was right— you were being too slow and not on purpose— you just wanted to make it worth his time. "Sorry honey—" Your words break to a gasp when he yanks your hair, shaking your head side to side.

"Excuse me?" He asks with a cocky grin, pressing his crotch against your ass.

"I mean— s–sorry, dad."

"Much better."

He releases your hair and you can exhale the breath you've been holding; but the relief doesn't last long. His large hand makes it way to the nape of your neck pushing your face against the sandwich you put all your effort into. The warm bread scrapes your cheek, leaving some crumbs on your face as the mayonnaise and mustard smears on your nose and lips. Anakin's free hand— the gloved one, the one you hate the most— flips your white skirt before landing a hard slap on your ass.

A loud yelp falls down your lips, but he is quick to shut it down by smudging your face against the plate harder. The sticky tomatoes leave wet streaks on your eyebrow, but Anakin seems unfazed with his ruined meal.

After another spank, he leaves your ass for a moment to pop the can of beer open and taking a quick swig, he places it back next to your head, the click of the aluminum base against the fake marble counter doing little to ease your mind.

"You just had one fucking job," Anakin says as he returns his hand to your ass and continues his punishment. "Yet you decided to be a slow slut and make me wait? You've been such a bad girl..." Your asscheeks burn, but the pain is nothing compared to what be does next— his finger hook under the waistband of your panties, yanking them upwards and making the fabric in between your legs lift, straining your folds against it. The cotton digs painfully on your clit, but it's oddly pleasurable. "I expected more from my daughter."

He pulls harder, watching how your pussy is now visible underneath your underwear. It burns, it hurts and he shows no signs of stopping. Anakin laughs at your reaction, ignoring how you cough when an piece of lettuce slides between your lips.

"D–Dad, please—" You choke." "It hurts."

He yanks your panties higher so you have to step on your tiptoes to subside some of the ache— Anakin noticed that of course, he notices everything.

Letting go of your head and underwear, you grab the edge of the counter with heavy pants, trying to process what just happened. He grabs his beer and after a long sip, he smacks your ass again.

"Clean this mess and make me another sandwich— and you better be done before the half time or I'll swear it'll be worse for you."

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Dragon x gn! royal! Reader

I told myself that i'm just going to write one for today, but the writing prompt was so good I just had to do a yandere version of it.

The Dragon has a human and humanoid form.

Also help this was so long and my mind was literally hazy from being sleepy while writing this.

TW: blood, massacre(?)

The Dragon was someone who was feared all in his life.

He was a symbol of greed, of death, of despair.

A symbol of a faith worse than dying when confronted with.

Yet despite being so infamous, he didn't give a second glance to the people who feared him. He only slept, hunted, ate, and occasionally roasted the humans and non-humans who dared to enter his palace.

He knew he will die alone, so he just awaited for his death.

That is, until he met you.

Sweet thing you are, walking around the forest outside his ruined palace looking for your lost dog who somehow got out of the castle grounds. You seriously didn't want to get out here in the forbidden woods but you loved your dog so much that you just had to.

The dragon was looking at you with a careless gaze, seemingly disinterested with your actions and was about to fly away when you suddenly stumbled into the trap he made to catch food for himself.

He sighed before transforming into his human form, jogging towards you.

But what he didn't expect to see is you going ham on the net, biting and gnawing on it like a feral little monkey.

The world was in a standstill.

Your face started to heat up and you let go of the net from your mouth. You cleared your throat and waved at him, embarrassed yet trying to sweep the incident under the rug.

The dragon's human body shook, a laughter bubbling in his throat threatening to escape. You looked away in shame and told him it was okay to laugh. And he let out the loudest laugh he had laughed after years upon years of living.

After laughing for what feels like an eternity, he freed your body who was dying of shame with a hidden blade near the tree.

You thanked him, still can't look straight as his face before running away. You tossed him a ruby before you ran though. It was also an off color. Giving the ruby an gradient of orange to red like a fire.

He smiled gently and picked the ruby up, caressing the cool feeling and bringing it up to his lips. With a kiss, the dragon kept it in his mouth, transformed, and flew away back to his palace.

The days go by and the dragon continued to watch you from the ruined palace. He loved watching you run around (with the dog that he found shivering close to a pile of rubble inside his territory) and do your royal duties. But he can tell that you prefer being active and was constantly being chased by your maids and servants.

Every night before he goes to sleep, he developed a new sleeping habit where he transforms into his humanoid form and just holding the off color ruby you gave him.

With this ruby, you gave him a new will in life.

It sounds superficial, but you made him look forward more to living.

He decided to secretly defend the kingdom by patrolling the territory, wanting to protect your smile that was brighter than the embers he blows.

Yet despite this, your father was a greedy, greedy man.

He wanted to tip the balance between other kingdoms that he considers his enemies.

So, the king offered your hand to the men who could kill the dragon in the ruined palace in search of a great swordsman.

The dragon was shocked, not because of the sudden manhunt, but the fact that the king placed wanted to give you away to some nobody.

He gritted his teeth.

Nobody was going to take you away from him.

He will make sure of it.

So he burned, massacred, and killed the men who tried to bring his head to the king, crunching their bones and spraying blood to the walls of his palace. The once ivory pillars with a little bit of char was now stained red, almost like the off color ruby he always safekept. The horrible stench of death wafted from the forbidden forest, warding off soldiers and warriors who wanted to be your spouse.

When nobody succeeded, the king gritted his teeth and tried to summon for the dragon. What he didn't know he would actually come.

"Sir dragon!" The king delightfully welcomed him. He was obviously afraid but was keeping his shivers intact. The dragon glared at him and sat down on the throne. The king gritted his teeth and yet he can't do anything.

The dragon glared down at him. The sun and mural at the back casting a fierce golden glow around him that reminded the king that he's not in charge anymore, but this fearsome Dragon.

"May I offer something priceless, sir Dragon. In exchange for your subordination with me!" The king boldly asked.

The dragon raised his eyebrow and burned holes with his stare at the king. "Speak, what is it?" His low, guttural growl emitted stray clouds of ember at the edges of his lips.

"My child!" The king yelled happily. "My only child will be your spouse. To heck with those who died trying to kill you in order to take them as their spouse. You can have them!"

The dragon's breath hitched, a heat bubbling on his stomach.

"Your child? You mean your one and only heir?"

"Yes! Them!"

The dragon leaned back and hid his smirk. This king, despite being so shitty, drives a hard bargain the dragon could not resist.

You sighed as the double doors opened. Your fate was already sealed when your father told you that you were a prize, a reward for the greatest swordsman out there who can kill the dragon.

You also thought you're free when the dragon lived with all the men who attempted to kill him die.

But why are you here, at the end of the church, walking towards the front in a wedding attire and a bouquet in your hand?

Instead, you were offered to the dragon as his spouse.

How cruel.

As you started getting close, you felt such an intense stare from the humanoid dragon, your groom, as he looked at you from afar.

You felt like he'll devour you alive.

Your father offered your hand to the dragon, and the dragon gripped your hand securely. As if when he'll try to loosen it, you'll run away like you always do.

"Look at me."

The guttural voice of the dragon made your hair stand on end so you looked up, your mouth letting out a gasp as his humanoid form transformed into one of a full human.

The human you met at the forbidden forest weeks ago.

The dragon was satisfied with how you looked at him in awe, fear, and familiarity.

As the ceremony went on, the exchange of rings took place. So he brought your hand up.

Your eyes widened when you saw your wedding band. It was made from a golden ring with a small off color ruby on it. Ruby that looked so familiar.

The dragon kissed your ring finger and looked at you with such an intense gaze once more.

"You're finally mine, love."

[room-surprise]

Dungeon Meshi Anime Review, Season 1, Episode 13 review

This episode has one of me and my spouse's favorite jokes in the manga... And yes, the little sign moves with the hams as they roll away.

This was another great episode!

Thistle!!!!!!! He's perfect. Love that he looks accurate to the manga at this point of the series, and wasn't updated to look more cutesy/younger like he looks in the later manga as Kui's art style evolved to give everyone bigger eyes and cuter faces.

His monarchist speech was chilling and just as good as in the manga. This is a man taht 100% believes in feudalism and the divine right of kings and it's as natural as breathing to him. Love him giving this context for readers and viewers. This is WHAT PEOPLE IN THIS ERA BELIEVE...

Love how we can have Marcille spend an entire episode in just her underwear, fighting for her life, covered in blood, and it's not sexualized. Nothing wrong with sexy things, but very refreshing to see a character able to do that and to feel that the camera isn't focused on objectifying her.

Ok, so time for a pretty big complaint... Leed's voice in the English dub.

As I stated in a previous review, BangZoom entertainment, the English dub company, cast a black actor to play Zon. They have made a pattern of casting real life minorities to play the fictional minorities in Dungeon Meshi, which I think is a noble idea and can certainly bring nuance to the performances! Good for them attempting to do this!

However they rewrote Zon's dialog to have him speak what was either African American Vernacular English (AAVE), or "broken English." In the original Japanese, the orcs do not speak this way, their dialog is more or less the same as everyone else's.

I gave the dub studio a benefit of a doubt because they hired a black actor to play Zon, and I expected that Leed would also be played by an actress of color and that they would rewrite her dialog to match Zon's.

They did not do that.

As far as I can tell, Leed's actress is not black, though she has a Hispanic last name... But much more important than the ethnicity of who they cast, BangZoom did not rewrite Leed's dialog the way they rewrote Zon's dialog.

These characters are siblings, there's no reason Zon and the other orcs would speak a different dialect from Leed.

Did they do this because Leed is pale and pink and they thought that she shouldn't talk in AAVE? They should have known that she was coming later and not done that to Zon then, if they weren't going to continue the trend with Leed.

Very weird, not a fan, makes me question the studio's knowledge and understanding of the source material...

[beansprean]

Accidentally made the extraordinarily terrible Empress Theresa required reading for this comic lmao (don't read it tho). Definitely a big meal for our boy.

My Familiar’s Ghost part 27

Masterpost

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of the music room, Colin Robinson sitting in the foreground with Nadja standing in front of him. He is wearing a beige party hat and clapping gleefully as Nadja, also wearing a beige party hat and scowling in confusion, reads aloud from a book titled “Empress Teresa”. The cover is a clumsy painting of a woman with long black hair in a military uniform. Nadja reads, “I was the princess of the Surr-llivan clan of F-Framing-ham, Mass… Massen-choots-test? Because besides being cute I was a whiz in school and had a good disposition. All the relatives expected great things of me. Nobody could have dreamed of what I would do a few years later, and nobody would have believed it if they’d been told.” In the background, Laszlo, also wearing a beige party hat, is playing the Hamsterdance on his harpsichord and looking back at Colin with a smile. 1b. Close up of Laszlo at the harpsichord as Nadja shrieks from offscreen, “Laszlo what the shit is this?!” Laszlo calls back, smiling, “Try to make it through the first chapter, my darling! We did promise the boy a re-do party.” Ghost Guillermo phases into the room from an adjacent wall, tugging on his fingers nervously as he smiles at the scene. He is not wearing a beige party hat because he can’t, but the ribbons of wraith energy behind him are smooth and subdued. 1c. Reverse shot over Guillermo’s shoulder as Laszlo turns to him and offers a nod of acknowledgement, as close to a thank you as Laszlo can give. Guillermo nods back with a smile. In the background, Nadja pulls the book close to her face and continues reading, “Churchill, Hitler, and Lincoln will be footnotes in dusty history books a thousand years from now, and nobody remembers Charles Martel who saved Chri-“ She pauses and gags on the name, trying again with a different inflection. “Chhheeerrryyy…” Colin, sitting in an armchair across from her, says “Pace yourself, Nadja.” There is a jumbo tub of Legos in his lap and he is dropping prices purposefully on the floor. Nadja doll is slumped comfortably in the adjacent loveseat, wearing an identical dress to Nadja’s along with a beige party hat and grinning slyly up at her counterpart.

2a. Bust of Guillermo as he watches the scene, hands tucked behind his back and smiling with affection and satisfaction. Offscreen, Nadja snaps, “Colin Robinson, this is the most terrible book I have ever read!” Colin replies happily, “Yes, it is.” 2b. Repeat. Guillermo’s eyes flick over to the side in surprise as he notices something across the room. Offscreen, Colin continues, “Start that paragraph over, I missed it.” Nadja shrieks in frustration. 2c. Waist up shot of Nandor as he enters the room through the open curtain, fingers fiddling together and beige party hat strapped to his head. He looks up in surprise, meeting Guillermo’s gaze. Offscreen, Nadja exclaims “I am skipping the Jebus-man parts!” Colin replies facetiously, “Don’t worry. Theresa never talks about religion.” 2d. Reverse shot of Guillermo again, smiling hesitantly as he lifts his hand in a cautious wave. Offscreen, Nadja asks, “My broad bear, how is this pronounced?” Laszlo responds “‘Prime Minister’, my love. It is synonymous with ‘load of horseshit’.” Nadja crows, “Ooh, that I like!” 2e. Reverse shot of Nandor, perking up with a small smile and curling his fingers up and down in a shy little wave. 2f. Repeat. Nandor frowns at himself and looks away, hand lowering awkwardly. 2g. Reverse shot from behind Nandor’s hip as he walks further into the room. Colin calls from offscreen, “Nandor! Take your shoes off before you come through!” Nandor snaps back, “I will do no such thing, Colin Robinson, I see the evil bricks you have scattered about!” Colin whines, “C’mon, I’m just a little birthday boy! It’s my birthday!” In the background, Guillermo watches Nandor pass with a nervous, longing gaze, hands twisting together anxiously. The scraps of black energy behind him multiply and swirl around, looking more like a cloak than ever before. /end ID

[gerryrigged]

dick&tim, jaytim - the favorite

sort of sideways to my dicktim jaytim 'the girls are fightinggg' post, but -

look even in a world where DickTim genuinely isn't a thing it would be so funny for Dick to get increasingly perturbed watching JayTim get closer. He doesn't even clock that they're flirting - he pays a bunch of lip service to appreciating Tim's efforts to bring Jason closer to the family, but in private he corners Tim like,

"So you and Jason are getting along really well huh? Spending a lot of time together. Hanging out. Buddying it up, you might say."

And Tim's a lil nervous because he thinks Dick knows they're fucking and he's 100% sure that Dick is going to be a nightmare about it, so he's like, "Uh, yeah, we've been working on some cases. It's going pretty well… He's not so bad, really."

And Dick just puts his hands on Tim's shoulders gravely like, "Just be honest with me, Timmy."

Tim gulps.

Dick's hands tighten, and his eyebrows crease in distress.

"Am I neglecting you as your big brother? Are you shopping for a new favorite? I can do better, I swear - hey, let's go to the retro arcade this weekend and break all of our old Batman Pinball scores!"

Tim thinks he's joking and cracks up a little but is gob-smacked when it turns out Dick is like Actually Upset, lol. It's so simultaneously endearing, hilarious and ridiculous that Tim's face must do something pretty weird, because Dick worriedly asks if he's alright.

Tim legitimately has to reassure Dick that he remains Tim's favorite brother.

"Not that the demon brat gives you much competition," he jokes.

Dick smiles a bit, obviously relieved, but does add, "I mean, technically Jason is also your brother - you've both been adopted by Bruce - "

And Tim very firmly is like, "Nope, nope, nope, the zombie undead have no legal status; I only have one older brother and that's you."

Dick relaxes a bit, but continues to playfully argue the point, given that he still sort of sees Jason as his younger brother. He relaxes further with every exaggeratedly disgusted face Tim makes.

Tim tells Jason about it later and has to whack him repeatedly with a pillow in embarrassment when Jason nearly dies in a laughing fit.

Jason has never had a single iota of brotherly feeling toward Tim in his life - diametrically the opposite, actually, in both negative and positive directions at different points. But after this priceless revelation of brotherly insecurity he renews Dick's paranoia by hamming it up to insufferable levels whenever he knows Dick is around to notice.

Putting a chummy arm around Tim's shoulders; calling him "buddy" and "little bro"; condescendingly offering to like, play catch with him and educate him on the birds and the bees (Tim elbows him in the stomach for that one); making up recent trips to a ~certain arcade~ ("Our retro arcade?" Dick whispers, heartbroken. Tim is about to fold like a wet tissue but Jason hurriedly smothers his face in Jason's shoulder in the guise of a big-brotherly hug); even sacrificing a smidge of his stubborn familial rejection of Bruce by referring to him as 'OUR old man', though he carefully makes sure Bruce isn't in earshot.

Dick is just Gripped by resurgent Anxieties, lmao.

Tim considers putting a stop to it (his boyfriend even play-acting the older brother role is pretty gag-worthy tbh), but ultimately he doesn't because Dick deserves a little ribbing over this. Or a lot.

Master detective, honestly.

Until finally one night Tim is slow-riding Jason in one of Red Hood's apartments, smirking down at Jason's blissed-out face as he rolls his hips sensuously - when Tim glances up and just about has a heart attack seeing Nightwing's upside-down face sprout abruptly from the top of the window frame.

Dick: HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE JUST FUCKING, THANK CHRIST

Jason: WHAT THE -

Dick: oh my god this is such a weight off my mind you don't even know -

Jason, literally balls-deep in Tim: - will you fucking GET LOST, DICKHEAD, we're in the MIDDLE OF SOMETHING -

Dick: - I've been losing sleep, Tim, how could you let me think you were replacing me -

Tim, hands over his beet-red face: Dick could you just - look I'll call you later -

Jason, thrusting pointedly: THE FUCK YOU WILL, WE'RE BUSY, YOUR NIGHT IS BOOKED

Dick is still a little bit of a nightmare about it later, but not nearly as much as he otherwise would have been because he's so relieved to still be Tim's one and only Favorite Big Brother, lol.

[anisespice]

“ make me ” || tokyo rev. 

synopsis: you never tested his patience before, so it came to a surprise when his kitten decided to show her claws all of the sudden. unfortunately for you, this man had time today. 

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. vulgar language, mentions of degradation, oral (f&m receiving), name-calling (slut, whore, baby, darling, etc.), impact-play, pussy-slapping, voyeurism, humiliation, ani’s attempt at sex-noises for reader lol i think that’s all, feel free to let me know if i missed anything! 

notes: y’all don’t even wanna know how long this junk took me LMAOOO. this is my attempt at rediscovering my inner whore to write smut, so be gentle with her :’) sanzu’s was most def the shortest this time, for some reason i couldn’t go ham on his compared to the others :/ but hope you enjoy them! ♡  

First of all, let’s not get it twisted. 

Just because he acts like a fucking ornament half the time doesn’t negate the fact he’s still a deadly-ass individual. MIKEY has a whole country in the palm of his hand, an army of men at his disposal, and connections so deep even the police can’t touch him. In shorter terms, he was not to be played with. Many people have tried and failed, never to be heard from again. 

Except you, of course. His little lap bunny, his breath of fresh air in a room full of smoke, was the only one who tried him and walked away unscathed. Well, sort of. 

“Y’know better than to talk to me like that, gorgeous. Now say you’re sorry, and I might tell Sanzu to make you cum.” 

You could barely register Mikey’s low voice in your ear, struggling to hold it together as said gangster between your legs curled his tongue in a way that had you keening.

Mikey has you perched upon your very throne, bare ass pressed up against his throbbing dick confined in his slacks. A large, dark wet spot was prominent there as his grip around your inner thighs kept you spread, leaving you squirming and with no choice but to make a mess all over him, the floor, and Sanzu’s face. He ate you out like a man starved, nosing at your clit whilst steadily tongue-fucking you so good you nearly sobbed when Mikey made him stop.

“Nghshit�� baby, please…” you croaked, head thrown back against his shoulder as your hips mindlessly chased after Sanzu. Tears streamed down your face as your body shook due to the pent up frustration you so desperately needed to release, painfully aching as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

Mikey remained silent as he gently licked a teardrop off your cheek, rutting his hips up into you when you turned to claim his mouth in a searing kiss. Everyone in the room watched with fervor, enthralled with the sight they’d probably never get to see again after today. With the kind of noises you were making, they’d definitely encourage you to crash their meetings more often. 

Eventually, he broke the kiss too soon for your liking, a soft whine escaping you until it’s interrupted with a sharp yelp. He briefly let go of your thigh to land a mean swat on your cunt, his executives all collectively groaning in approval at the mere sound of how wet you were. 

“Such a little pain slut…” Sanzu slurred, grinning sharply. 

Mikey gave you another, then another. Each with a little more bite to it than the last. You cried out in delight after every impact, body convulsing as it tried to run from the intense feeling until the pink-haired gangster had to force you still so his boss could continue to ruin you. 

“M-mhmahfuck! Manjiro♡!” 

“Still waiting on my fucking apology.”  

“I-Ah! I’m sorry! S-So sorry, baby, won’t do it again..!”

He hummed in approval of your obedience, rewarding you by gently rubbing your puffy clit with two fingers. You shakily exhaled in relief, despite Sanzu still holding you down, your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in tandem to Mikey’s rhythm. Small whimpers escaped you, increasing in pitch when he abruptly started flicking his wrist a little faster. Your thighs shook, body seizing up as that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach began to tighten once more; you could almost taste it. 

“Mikey…s-s’close…” 

Your back pressed snugly against his front, body squirming as you tried grinding back on him. Mikey let out a soft grunt, then huffed in mild annoyance before giving Sanzu a pointed look from over your shoulder—Keep her still. 

With an excited giggle, Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms over the tops of your hips, locking you in where you could hardly move, and wasted no time diving his tongue back into your hole. Your back arched as you graced the room with a wanton cry, eyes damn-near rolling to the back of your skull as your tongue stuck out in straight up euphoria. Mikey stopped rubbing your clit to keep you held back against him, Sanzu tightening his hold around your hips, but his pace never faltered. 

Sanzu worked you like he had bills to pay, even so much as picking up where his boss left off by rubbing quick, and deliberate circles on your tender little button. You gripped his hair like your life depended on it, pathetically grinding against his face as you chanted your boyfriend’s name to the heavens. Mikey’s hands directed their attention to your tits, molding them in his palms and tugging on your nipples to further overstimulate your senses. He really wasn’t making this any easier on you...

“Baby…wanna cum…p-promise ’ll be good…! Please-uhg! Please let me..!”

Mikey planted a sweet kiss right below your ear, then whispered into it; sending chills down your spine as dread followed right behind it. “What’s the rush, hm? Who the hell said I accepted your sorry-ass apology?” 

Sanzu immediately pulled away the second he felt you flutter around his tongue, his wicked grin decorated with your slick growing as you let out such a delicious wail in protest. The entire room darkly chuckled at your expense, and it was then did you actually register there being an audience in the room…

“You interrupted our important meeting with your nonsense. Only fair you make it up to all of us, don’t you agree, gorgeous? Then, maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.” 

Hope you got good health insurance because this man would most def rearrange your insides, leaving you bewildered and bedridden with no one to blame but yourself. 

You didn’t really take into consideration just how strong this man was, high or sober, SANZU could easily fold anybody. Why you thought you’d be the exception, you had no idea. The moment you allowed those dangerous words to leave your pretty mouth during a heated spat, expecting him not to do a thing about it, you learned quickly that anybody meant anybody; especially misbehaving brats.

“Talk your shit now, fuckin’ slut. Wanna hear you say it, c’mon. What’s the matter? Dick too good, you can’t even think? Hmm? Thought you said it was wack…” 

You didn’t know where to grab—The sheets, the pillows, the goddamn lamp?? It was all so much and yet not enough, you craved more but tried to run away from it at the same time. Sanzu railed you from behind, one hand roughly gripping your left asscheek while the other kept your head to the mattress, practically mounting you as he reached toe-curling depth. 

To your dismay, he couldn’t have been more correct; dick was going crazy. Sanzu had no problem making you eat your words from earlier, coaxing your battered pussy towards orgasm number three as he began swiveling his hips. “Hah-ah! Haru, Haru I-I’m…uhg! s-shit I’m-” 

Sanzu cackled, then immediately mocked you. 

“Y-Youyouyou, spit it the fuck out, baby.” 

Your face burned in humiliation, but your desire to cum was much stronger than your pride. “I’m sorry! D-didn’t…didntmeanit! I-I mmh! Won’t be bad a-again!” 

Stopping for a second to flip you on your back, teary eyes met wild, cerulean ones as they practically singed right through you. You tried to avoid them at first, but Sanzu quickly shut that down. He lightly gripped your jaw, face so close to yours you had no choice back to look at him. 

Sanzu panted heavily, cool breath fanning over your sweaty, tear-stricken face. His grin turned even more sinister when he felt you clench around him from the undivided attention. You wanted him so bad, but now you could barely handle looking him in the eye. 

You were just something else. And, he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if you did intentionally piss him off, speaking out the side of your neck with insults that you both knew weren’t even half true, ain’t nothing a good dicking down couldn’t fix. 

“Glad to hear it…But this is far from over, pretty. Need to make sure you learned your lesson, so keep your eyes on me. Wanna be the last thing you see before I fuck you unconscious.” 

Oh, word? You wanna play that game with him? Alright, bet. But, prepare to fucking lose. 

He won’t take you seriously, will most likely see your words as entertainment rather than a challenge. You weren’t actually attempting to push his buttons right now, were you? How adorable.

RAN admired that you seemed to be dedicated to the whole performance, though. The flare, the passion, you even went above and beyond by chucking a few throw-pillows at him. He played along, of course, even let the last one hit him right in the face and acted appalled. 

“[Gasp] How dare you hit me in the face? Have you no heart??” Or some dramatic shit like that. 

Once you appeared to be finished, Ran had the audacity to give you a slow clap while wearing his signature grin. His low gaze looked upon you with mirth, completely enamored; as if you weren’t just calling him out of his name mere seconds ago. He knew this wasn’t how you normally behaved, so something else had to have been going on. And Ran only had to take one guess as to why you’d be showing out like this. 

“You done? Jeez, if you wanted me t’fuck you like some cheap whore, all you had to do was ask, angel.” 

Your bodily visibly stuttered. 

“I…what?” Ran chuckled, and began loosening up his tie.

“You heard me. Honestly, I’m hurt you felt the need to do all of that just so I’d put you back in your place. That’s what all of this was about, right?” 

He smoothly walked past you, and made way for the couch. Plopping down with all his weight, Ran exhaled a heavy sigh once he hit the plush cushions, and stretched out his limbs. His arms rested behind the couch whilst manspreading, to the point where the bulge in his pants was thickly obvious. 

You stood there, gobsmacked and strangely…touched? For him to be able to read you so easily, without even needing a second thought or some sort of hint?? Honestly, so sexy of him.

Ran whistled at you, beckoning your attention back to his empty lap. With sleepy eyes so full of lust as they devoured you from his very spot, Ran patted his thigh to entice you further; you didn’t need to be told twice. 

“Ohgod yes! Right t-there!” 

With the vigor of a jockey, you rode Ran’s dick like it was your only life’s purpose, arms wrapped around him so tight it’s a miracle you weren’t borderline strangling him; but he didn’t mind. He found your desperation to be amusing, and it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself, too. 

His large hands held the globes of your ass, kneading and smacking at the flesh with earnest desire as he littered your neck with hickies to keep from making too many embarrassing noises. Ran allowed you to set the pace, only bucking upward when he felt he couldn’t control himself, or if he wanted to get a particular reaction out of you. When you started swirling your hips to spell his fucking name, man ‘bout busted right then and there. 

He pulled back from your neck with a fervent groan, eyes fluttering as his grip on you tightened. Ran smugly grinned at your fucked out expression, juggling between watching your face or your tits as they bounced every time you came crashing back down. 

“Goddamn, angel. If I knew…you needed it this bad…would’ve never gone t’work,” He said, breathlessly. It took a minute for his words to register, but once they did you pouted at him. 

“…not ‘posed to c-call me that…” 

Ran huffed out another laugh. “Oh, that’s right. Almost forgot, my bad.” 

He rolled his hips up into you suddenly, bumping the special spot that made you clench up real nice. He repeatedly aimed for it, marveling in the cute, little noises you made. Ran’s hands roamed all over you, leaving behind warmth until it abruptly disappeared, taking refuge behind his head as he leaned back comfortably on the couch, stopping his movement altogether. 

And just like a switch…Ran no longer looked amused. 

“That means you won’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Cheap whores don’t get special treatment. So make yourself fuckin’ useful before I get bored.”

Like a ticking time bomb, with a mullet. 

RINDOU prided himself in being a very patient man. Well, more patient than most. His ability to mask even the tiniest emotion grew to be one of his greatest assets and your least favorite quality about him, especially when all you wanted was a reaction. Very little phased the gangster, needles to say, he had quite a high tolerance for bullshit. So, one could imagine how much effort it took to get under his skin.

But, he was still human, after all. Even Rindou could only handle so much bullshit until it eventually got to him, making him act out of character. 

On one particular day, Rindou didn’t know what it was, but somehow the universe definitely had it out for him. Nothing seemed to be going his way, like he had been completely thrown off his rhythm. He stepped in dog shit on his way to work, burnt his tongue from his coffee, even spilled some on his new dress pants, and not to mention almost got fucking stabbed during a meeting with “potential investors” gone wrong. Sure, they missed by an inch, and instantly faced the repercussions, but still.

Was it too much to catch a single break? Apparently so. 

Rindou figured winding down at some hole-in-the-wall joint after work would be a perfect way for him to loosen up. He also figured he’d bring you along as well; you always were his number one stress reliever. To his dismay, today you were anything but.

Not only did you show up with an attitude, you barely even acknowledged him, which completely threw him off guard. Normally, you’d jump in his lap and whine about how much you missed him, easing away that tension in his body with your honey-coated words and caresses. But now, it was like taking a shot of vinegar. You also had the nerve to entertain any loser who wanted to shoot their shot. Granted, all it took to scare them off was for them to see Rindou glaring hard as hell from across the room, but that was far from the issue.

“Babe, c’mon, don’t do this to me, I’m fucking tired-”

“Who...”

He raised a brow, “What? I said I’m-”

“…asked?”

He was exhausted. You were supposed to be his peace in all of the nonsense he had to deal with, and it didn’t help that you were dressed like a full course meal he couldn’t even enjoy. You had to be doing this on purpose…

Rindou watched as guy number four tried to spit game, his corny-ass giving the felon second-hand embarrassment; he had about enough. All he wanted was to get wasted with his girl in his lap, was that really too much to ask?

After downing the last of his drink and throwing the glass on the ground, shattering it, the younger Haitani practically bum-rushed you. Wasting no time in shoving a large hand in the random’s face, Rindou sent him flying backwards into the nearest table and landing with a resounding crash.

“Holy shit! Rin!” You jumped in surprise, about to give him more attitude no doubt, but didn’t have time to before your boyfriend effortlessly threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the nearest bathroom for some much needed privacy.

You wanted a reaction? You got it.

“Holyshit, R-Rin ♡!”

Your thigh lifted to rest on top of the sink, back arched like the one in St. Louis while Rindou put his all into blowing it out. With a tight grip in your hair and another around your waist, the gangster practically growled from the depths of his stomach as he took out all of today’s frustration on your poor, little bratty pussy.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” He panted. You could barely hold a thought together, let alone form an answer. He didn’t take too kindly to being ignored; you’d done that quite enough for one night. “Answer me, or I’ll fuckin’ stop.”

“Yesyes p-please, please don’t stop..!”

Rindou merely kissed his teeth in annoyance. Despite your best efforts in begging like a bitch in heat, it wasn’t enough to convince the man behind you to keep up his momentum. Slowly but steadily, he came to a stop, pulling out of your drooling cunt altogether to tease the tip around your outer lips. A broken whine escaped you, hips moving on their accord as they tried to slip him back in, but that only earned you a sharp tug on your hair.

“Mm! W-Wait no no, Rin please!”

Rindou snickered, leaning down to nip at your ear before hissing into it. “As if it’d be that easy. After all the shit you pulled tonight, you really think you deserve to cum?”

You whimpered. “B-Baby, please, I’m sorry-”

“Nah, too late for that sorry shit. I’ll stick it back in when I goddamn feel like it. And I think it’s time you learned a little patience.”

A cruel one, aren’t ya? Messing with such a sweetheart? But, y’know what they say about the ones who’re classy in the streets—Total freak in the sheets. Wouldn’t hurt to see just how far you could test the limit on that sweet side of KAKUCHO.

You weren’t supposed to be acting like those bastards he deals with on a daily basis, so harsh and quick to cut deep with words, lashing out at him over something so trivial—It just wasn’t you. 

What happened to his darling princess, who welcomed him with warmth comparable to the sun? Where had his loving and caring partner gone? Your behavior was like thorns in his tender heart, filling him with confusion and sorrow. The two of you never argued like this before, having promised each other to be completely transparent in order to avoid misunderstandings. 

“My love, please. If I’ve wronged you in some way just tell me, and I’ll fix it. This isn’t getting us anywhere, and I don’t wish to fight with you-”

“Oh, Christ, do I seriously need to spell it out for you? For someone who’s accomplished so much, it’s embarrassing to watch you struggle to understand so little.” 

Kakucho’s expression resembled that of a kicked puppy from your snide comment. How could you not see how irrational you were being? The clock on the wall along with his bleeding heart were the only sounds he could focus on until… he noticed something else that was unusual. 

Since this whole argument started, you’d been holding back a grin. Though you tried very hard to remain inconsolable, you failed miserably under his observant stare. 

You thought…this was funny? 

The ache in your wrists wasn’t anything you’d experienced before, his tie must’ve been made out of spider-silk or something because no matter how much you wiggled, the knot refused to budge. However, even if it did, the reoccurring swat to your ass halted any attempt at escaping. 

Kakucho had you bent over, your skirt shoved all the way up your midriff to expose your pantyless bottom half to the seething man above you. With your hands bound behind your back, you had no choice but to let your head hang to the floor as he balanced you across his lap. The position rendered you dizzy, but the blood rushing to your head added on to the stinging pleasure he bestowed with every swing of his hand. 

“Ah~ ♡!ohfuck Kakuch-oh!” 

Another tasteful smack, this one harder than the last, but it burned so good. You were practically drooling, a delirious smile painted on your face with tears trickling down your cheeks. In your nether regions, the same could be said about your weeping cunt. Kakucho scoffed, giving your ass another smack, then letting his pinky and ring-finger slip in between your lips. 

He groaned, deeply. You were soaked.

“Naughty little thing,” he prodded at your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. “Saying all those mean things, just so I’d get mean back, hmm?”

You wiggled your ass, impatiently. His long, thick fingers continued to play around outside where you needed him most. Kakucho was well aware, but refused to yield. After the stunt you pulled, you’d better be grateful you were even getting that much. 

THWACK! 

“Ahk!” You squeaked, that one catching you off guard. Kakucho clicked his tongue. 

“Now you don’t wanna run your mouth? You had so much to say a minute ago, darling, don’t hold back on me now.” 

You shivered, his voice sounding an octave lower than normal as he grew increasingly more impatient with you. This was a complete contrast to the Kakucho you were used to, the thrill of not knowing how far he’d go made you clench your thighs together. However, before you know it, you’re being lifted up and tossed upon your shared bed. Landing with a soft grunt and a bounce, you at first gave yourself a moment to orient your surroundings now that the blood no longer rushed to your head; that sudden movement didn’t help with your dizziness. 

After a brief moment had passed, you then struggled to roll on your back to face the manhandler himself, but luckily he was nice enough to help. 

By snatching your ankles, Kakucho yanked you down to the edge of the bed and sat you upwards. You winced, ass stinging like hell, but you quickly got over it once you realized the position he had you in. Noticing he unbuckled his pants, Kakucho stood before you at his full height, palming himself before gripping the base of his hard dick through his boxer briefs, as if he were threatening you with a concealed weapon; and he absolutely was.

You slowly looked up at him, meeting his dual-colored eyes. You gulped. There was nothing sweet about them. 

“Don’t wanna talk? Fine. We’ll find other uses for that filthy mouth of yours.” 

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ROUND 5 MATCH 13: SCAR VS. SOUNDWAVE

Goodtimeswithscar from Third Life faces Soundwave from Transformers. Who do you like more?

Scar Propaganda:

"Swindling everyone is always great"

"The best time ever. Scitties. Jellie the cat. Mr Rizz himself. Ect."

"PLEASE THIRD LIFE SCAR IS JUST A LITTLE GUY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHO WANTS TO KEEP HIS SHIRT OFF AND CAUSE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION WITH HIS UNHINGED BESTIE AND HE LOVES WITH ALL HIS HEART HIS LLAMA NAMED PIZZA"

“scar is the server con man. he’s absolutely delightful. he’s got max charisma so he WILL sell you anything and everything. it will be useless but you will buy it anyway, sometime later this week he will also murder you. he tries to run a monopoly on sand whilst living in a giant desert. he sells “reputation points” to people under the promise that he won’t murder them if their scores are high enough (he’s lying), he will burn your precious tree down. he will turn and look to you with the sweetest voice and the most precious smile and declare that he’s going to murder everyone. and he will, you will too. and then he will let you beat him to death at the end of this brutal game. you won but at what cost? then you will jump to your death, because you cannot handle being the lone survivor.”

"VOTE SCAR OR ILL KILL YOU NOW in a chill and fun way tho"

"AWOOGA SCITTES"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"THAT FUCKING CACTUS CIRCLE"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"you are not immune to the good times"

"you are not immune to the good times"

Soundwave Propaganda:

"In like every show ever once he's not there/kidnapped/dead the entire Decepticon fucking faction goes to shambles. Ex: in transformers: Prime, (SPOILER!)

once he was "banished to the shadow realm" Megatron literally died and they lost the war 💀💀"

"Soundwave never loses in a poll"

"SOUNDWAVE MY BELOVED his back is so so sore from single-handedly holding up the Decepticon cause every vote for him is 1 more ibuprofen tablet given to him"

"Soundwave is the funniest fucking character in transformers because he's literally the straight man in every situation he's in with the decepticons, because all of them are absolutely incompetent at their job due to them being too focused on infighting. When Megatron died in FOC Soundwave was the one who literally put him back together and by extension, fucked everything over for everyone else because in this specific continuity Megatron just happened to be addicted to space meth.

However it can be so easy to see Soundwave as emotionless because of his straight-man role and his monotone speaking patterns, but Soundwave has plenty of emotions that he displays throughout the years, most notably being when he's dealing with the cassettes (aka his children), and can range from being soft-spoken with them, to full-out enabling their violent tendencies and letting them go ham at beating the shit out of teammates (shout out to that one g1 clip where Soundwave tries to hold back his kids for like a single second before saying "fuck it" and letting them go for the eyes).

Even outside of the cassettes though, he's very expressive in his own way. In fact, he's the KING of pettiness and sass when he wants to be. He literally plays his own supervillain music when walking the halls, he's not above insulting the other deceptions when their arguments are bullshit to him, even when faced with the destruction of the world he was like "nah" until he saw his boyfriend getting injured and went "REAL SHIT" (there's literally memes about this it's so funny). Speaking of friends, he actually has a lot of interesting dynamics with the people around him, especially when it comes to the decepticon high command. He's described as Megatron's most trusted advisor, he's somewhat amicable with Starscream (who's his own brand of frustration), and he and Shockwave even seem to get along pretty well (to the point they have a biologically fucked up tube son together?? It's been years since I've watched Siege but I swear that was what lead to Soundblaster), and did I mention he's gay? I'm pretty sure he and Cosmos are in a relationship together in the IDW comics or at least have a mutual attraction, it's cute.

Also speaking of IDW Soundwave: he likes elephants. They're his favourite animal and he loves them to the point where after he died in the comics, his kids specifically started targeting elephant poachers because they knew Soundwave would want that.

Have I mentioned he has a cat dad in the IDW comics. Like his dad is a literal robot cat that found him when he was having a sensory overload in the middle of the streets. Have these panels from when his dad died and he wasn't even there to see it! He just knew 💖

And have I mentioned he's met Fluttershy? Because he canonically met Fluttershy and let his cassettes play with her (while DELAYING HIS MISSION. THAT'S HUGE IN SOUNDWAVE LANGUAGE.)

There's also him being the reigning champion of best robot husband, but that's a whole other situation which is also really funny."

[wifeyifey]

Hey how about something angsty for Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head where they have a argument with their s/o so their s/s starts to ignore them but it ends in fluff like the made up again or something

Thank youu love your work🥰

I went a little ham on this one... especially for Wraith and Doctor... anyways, I hope you like it!! Thank you for enjoying my work!!

Since its super long it'll be under the cut

angst with fluffy endings! I changed the prompt very very slightly

Description: Silent treatments after misunderstandings

Wraith:

You and Philip never fight. At least not since you were both brought here by the entity. You had just started your relationship with him when he was working at the scrap yard. It was still pretty fresh as you guys were together for only 6 months. Obviously you were hearing about the rumors running around the yard and it made you nervous. Philip was always reassuring and tried to ease your tension with his job. However, one day, there was a huge incident at his job where his boss was found dead and Philip was missing. To say you were devastated was an understatement. You kept calling his phone, but he never answered and you were going crazy with worry. A couple weeks after him disappearing and being told the crimes he supposedly took a part of when the police told you they have no leads to where he is, you were depressed to say the least.

You were consumed by it and then all of a sudden there was a fog that swallowed you whole. When the fog cleared you were confused as to where you were. It looked like a run down version of the scrap yard that Philip worked at. Not really run down, more so unsettling version. You turned to look at the familiar building when you heard a bell ring and someone, or something, appeared in front of it before walking into it. It was huge! Who is that? Where are you? You started to back away from the building afraid that the thing would come out and get you. You saw the skull it was carrying and you were afraid of the possible outcomes. As you continued backing up, you tripped over some random scrap metal and landed on some tire caps. “Shit,” you whisper, knowing that was too loud for them not to hear. 

You hear the bell again and look at the man towering over you. You watched as he immediately lifted the skull thing as it was swung down near you. You managed to dodge it and got up to run away. He gave chase and was after you instantly. You weren’t too far ahead of him and with his long arm he grabbed you easily. You couldn’t help but cry out and turned to him with tears in your eyes, “Please. Please don’t hurt me,” you sobbed. Philip took a second to look at you and when you finally faced him he knew who you were. He was frozen. Never again did he think he’d see you. He gently loosened his grip on your arm as he dropped his weapon and grabbed your other arm softly. 

You looked up at him as he wiped the tears off your face. You were searching his eyes for any sort of answer. He looked down at the necklace that was delicately resting on your clavicle. The golden ‘P’ standing out against your skin. He remembered giving that to you on Valentine's Day. He gently grabbed the necklace between his fingers. You look down at his hand then back up at his face. “P-Philip?” He looked back into your eyes and nodded softly. The ones he missed so much and you still looked at him in fear. He almost killed you with that skull. Who’s skull is it? You didn’t want to know, but you didn’t want to leave just yet. You had questions but most of all you missed him so much. You held your breath as you slowly went in for a hug. Being in his arms took the weight off of the past few months off your shoulders. You were in desperate need of the safety he provided you. 

You stepped back and as you were about to ask where you were, you disappeared into a fog again. Now you were somewhere new but your blood was pumping harder than normal. Suddenly there was a man who ran into you making you both fall with a grunt. You both quickly got up and the man pulled you to a generator. “Listen, I know you’re new cause I’ve never seen you, but these are death trials. You have to do everything to survive and that’s by fixing these generators and avoiding the killer.” “Killer? What do you mean killer?!!” you were about to lose your mind. Everything has been happening so fast. “This trial is the creature with the bell. If you hear it you run. Once the generators are done, run for the exit.” You both finished the generator terrified of the concept of this place. You hear a scream in the distance and you look at the man in the police uniform that helped you. “Come with me and hold this med pack. We have to save the hooked people or else our chances of survival are slim.” You quickly followed him and you found another survivor on a hook and watched as the guy grabs them and shows you how to heal them. 

As you were wrapping up on that, you heard the bell. Wait? Bell? Philip? You watched as he appeared and hit the cop with the skull and lifted him up onto his shoulder. You look at Philip with fear as he slammed the cop on the hook and the other survivor ran off. You were scared and you ran off after Philip turned and made eye contact with you. He saw the fear in your eyes and this isn’t how he wanted you to find out and he certainly didn’t want you to think he’s doing this for his own entertainment. He tried to reach out for you but you turned and ran as fast as you could.

Philip went after you anyways. Popping up after every corner, after every turn, after every palette drop. He finally got you cornered, but you were shaking because all you could think was that maybe he did know the shady business at home. Maybe he was a killer back then. He certainly is now. Your chest is heaving and you can feel yourself getting light headed. The world starts spinning and there are spots in your vision.

You don’t know how you got out of there, but all you know is that you’re utterly devastated. It’s been almost a week since you’ve seen Philip. You know he’s been watching you from the forest. You’ve heard the bell anytime you’ve walked the perimeter of the camp. Any time you’re talking to someone you see his glowing eyes over their shoulder watching you from the forest. You’ve been trying to find some courage to approach Philip because you have so many questions. 

Leon was the one person who took his time to explain what the whole “game” is here. He’s the only one who has shown you some true kindness. He’s the only one who knew about your history with Philip and he’s been trying to talk you through your feelings about everything. He even admitted, from what you’ve told him about before being brought here, that he doesn’t think Philip knew what was going on at the scrap yard. You took that to heart and you’ve been trying to remember that every trial with Philip, he didn’t hurt you. Not once. He knew he had to give you space, but his heart yearned for you when he was brought here. He just wants to love you again even if it’s different than how it was before.

You were walking the perimeter of the camp again, lost in your thoughts. You heard that familiar bell again and looked for the familiar glowing eyes. You made eye contact with him and you couldn’t help but gravitate towards them as you feet started moving towards the forest and stopped in front of the towering figure. He got down on his knees as he knew it would be easier for him when he tried to ask for forgiveness. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do when you finally gave him the time of day. He couldn’t really talk in anything but small grunts. He happened to find some paper and used some oil from a car in his realm to try and write an explanation to you. 

Philip went to grab the paper from his pocket and handed it to you, but before you read it, you had to get something off your chest. “I’m sorry, Philip. I didn’t know everything about this place. I was scared because of everything that happened when you disappeared and I know the circumstances are different, but I missed you so much,” you softly said. He grunted and nodded to the note. While he was happy he knew you still had room for him in your heart, he wanted you to know the truth. He always was a truthful man before this place and he wasn’t going to change that now with you here. He wrote about the incident, being brought here by the entity, what’s expected from him here, and how much he missed you. He ended the note with his love for you. He was planning for that when you guys were both human, but he needed you to know. 

You started reading the note and Philip was still on his knees but finally let himself sink down and fully kneel down onto the ground after hearing a small “Oh, Philip,” come from you as you were finishing the note he put his hands on your hips and gently put his head on your stomach. 

Finally finishing the note, and now knowing the full truth from him, you felt terrible with how you’ve been avoiding him. You rested your hand on his head and almost cried at how he was trying so hard to get to you these past few days. You can’t imagine his fear and loneliness of losing you again. You gently lifted his head up and rested your hands on the sides of his face. “Philip, I’m so sorry,” you rested your forehead against his and let out a shaky breath, “I’m here with you now. I love you so much. I’m not going to leave you alone.” Philip was so happy to hear that you loved him back and wrapped his arms around your waist. He was so excited that he stood up with you still in his arms and started spinning. You shrieked at the sudden lift you were given, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the little happy grunts he let out as you spun. “Let’s go back to your place. I could use some alone time with you baby.” He didn’t hesitate and you guys were gone with the ring of the bell.

Doctor:

Herman is hard to deal with sometimes. His constant shocks he gives to see your reaction or when you’re talking about something stupid, annoying, or boring really bothers you. He’s been very controlling over the things around you lately, as if he was trying to change the variables around you like you were some rat in an experiment. It’s been way too much for you to handle and you’re getting very frustrated. You’re about to blow up on him, but you’re trying not to give into the anger because you feel like it’s something that he is expecting for whatever test he’s trying to run on you. 

When you first got with Herman you knew experiments were a part of the deal. However, after being together for so long, you expected him to lose some of his curiosity and he did! At least for a while. You had managed to talk him out of the painful tests and experiments and he even promised he wouldn’t do it. As of late, it seems like he’s forgotten that promise. Obviously, this is not going to slide with you. You were almost more hurt about him breaking the promise as you’ve gotten hurt quite a few times around him for it to just be your clumsiness. He’s been there to help you with your injuries every single time. It’s just this is more than your normal clumsiness and that’s what has made you question things. You notice after every injury, he’s watching you closely and making notes before he helps you and then making notes afterwards. Your observation skills have improved when it comes to him and you wonder if he even noticed that.

You were just pulled into a trial and you went to work on a generator immediately. You heard electricity in the background and rolled your eyes knowing who the killer was in this trial. You tried avoiding Herman the whole time. Even going as far to slam palettes on him. Which is something you usually don’t do when it comes to being in the same trials. This new development left Herman shocked. “Shit,” he sighed a little. You must've caught onto his antics lately. He’s been doing small things to test your peripheral vision because he knows that you’re clumsy and he’s been trying to test those limits to see how he could help you. Unfortunately, you’re not aware of his intentions. 

After he got the other survivors in the trial, he tried finding you again to try and explain himself. He really does care for your wellbeing and that’s the point of those little traps. He’s been trying to figure out a way to help you with your vision, or at least your spatial awareness. All the generators were fixed and he knew you must be on your way to the exit or already out of this realm. He had to at least do one run of the map before giving up on finding you for now. 

As he was on his way towards the exit, he heard your voice in the distance. “UGH!! I’m sick of this place!” you yell out exasperated. He slowed down his run to look around for you. He knew you must’ve tripped or got caught in something. He was rounding the wall near the exit and peeked over to see you trying to unwrap your ankle from some wires that were near the generator you were sitting next to. 

Herman slowly walked over to you as you gave up on trying to detangle yourself. You looked up at Herman with clear annoyance and some anger in your eyes. You didn’t say anything when he knelt down in front of you. He didn’t break eye contact with you until you rolled your eyes and looked away from him with a small pout on your face and crossed your arms. He tried not to let a chuckle out at how cute you looked in that moment. He knew if he did, he would’ve pushed you to your limit. 

He quickly went to work on the wires and freed you. He noticed your ankle was raw from the wires being wrapped so tight around it and sighed. He saw a med pack that was dropped around the corner of the wall before he found you and went to grab it. “Stay. Please,” he said gently as he squeezed your calf just above the markings. You looked him in his eyes and saw a gentleness you haven’t seen before and nodded as you uncrossed your arms and hugged your knees to your chest. 

Seconds later Herman was in front of you again with a med pack. “May I?” he asked, reaching out for your leg. You sighed and let him grab your leg to put some disinfectant ointment and wrapped it up. When he finished he gently brushed his thumb over the bandage and looked back into your eyes as you brought the leg back up to your chest. You wrapped your arms tightly around your legs and rested your chin against your knees. You looked down at the ground and Herman was thinking of how to word what he had been doing to you. What he’s been trying to help you with.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “Darling, I want to apologize,” he started. You looked up at him when he rested his hands on your arms softly. “I-.... I have been running some… tests on you, but-” “But what? You promised you wouldn’t do ones that cause me pain. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been getting hurt a lot more than usual.” “Yes, but, it’s because you get hurt so often,” he added. There was obvious confusion in your eyes and he knew he had to explain before you shrugged his hands off of you. He squeezed your arms and put one hand on the hurt ankle and again gently ran his hand over the bandage. “Even before you and I started this relationship, I noticed that you were normally clumsy. I was thinking maybe that was just one of your quirks, but I know you’re tired about constantly getting injured,” Herman continued. You let out a little huff of a laugh. “It can get exhausting,” you said, “I know you’re always helping me with the aches and pains. I feel bad you’re always having to fix me up,” you softly added and put your hand on top of the one that’s still rubbing your injured ankle. “I’ll never get tired of caring for you, darling. That was the point of the little tests. I was trying to see if there was a problem with your spatial awareness due to maybe not having the best peripheral vision. I don’t know how to fix it without surgery and I wouldn’t want to do anything serious like that when we’re in a place like this,” Herman finally gave his reasoning.

“Herman. I-I didn’t know that was what you were doing. I knew there were tests, but I feel a lot better knowing it was because you were trying to help me,” you admitted. “I wouldn’t do anything like this if it weren’t because I was trying to help you my dear,” he said, reaching up to cup your cheek, “I love and care for you too much to not do everything I possibly can to better your life here.” You let out a small gasp and smiled as you put your hand over his that was on your cheek and placed a kiss on the inside of his palm. Herman took this as his moment to pick you up bridal style and walk you over to the exit. He felt much better that you understood where he was coming from. Of course you would. You are probably one of the smarter beings here. As he sets you on your feet in front of the exit, you turn to face him and smile softly. “Ya know. I love you too, Herman,” it was the first time you both told each other that. “When you make it back to camp, head on over to my place and I’ll take care of your delicate ankles.” You both chuckled at that. Before you turned to leave you pulled him closer to you and touched your forehead against his and touched your nose to his. You both inhaled deeply and Herman was the first to pull away as he brushed the back of his hand against your cheek and you hobbled through the exit and through the fog to see your lover in a more private place.

Pyramid Head:

Honestly… No fights. What are you even going to fight about? You’ve been marked as his and there’s no way he’d ever think of anyone in a romantic way the way he does you. There’s nothing for him to say that would make you mad cause the man can’t talk anyways. If you were to give him a cold shoulder, it would be just to test his limits. Communication isn’t always back and forth other than him nodding or groaning. Sure he sometimes does delicate touches as a form of communication from him, but that’s about it.

Sometimes you try to spice things up by trying little things here and there by trying to get reactions out of him. Nothing really bothers him that you do except for one thing. This cold shoulder you’re giving him all of a sudden is new and he does NOT like it. He doesn’t recall doing anything to upset you and keeps trying to get anything from you. He tried to get affection, you didn’t reciprocate. He tried groaning to get your attention, you didn’t look at him. He tried writing on your arm with his finger with the small acronyms and symbols you taught him, and you ignored his clear confusion. He tried not to let it bother him as he knows sometimes you like playing little games with him to get a reaction. But this time he was sure you just didn’t want him anymore.

Pyramid Head started giving you some space thinking maybe you needed it. Soon enough neither of you weren’t communicating with each other. Now it was him giving you the cold shoulder and you were not a fan of that. 

Realizing your mistake, you tried looking for him in the school. Unfortunately, it was completely void of your monster man. You think he must’ve been pulled into a trial and decided to wait it out. However, he didn’t show up after a couple hours. A couple hours turned into a couple days and you were on the verge of hysterics. You know for certain, he is avoiding you entirely. You were high strung and needed someone to talk to or else you'd lose your mind. 

You heaved a sigh and headed towards the survivor’s camp. Maybe talking to someone would make you feel better. You weren’t going to mention your relationship problems because you were a bit embarrassed at the fact that it was a problem you created.

As you were about to walk out of Pyra’s realm, you heard the dragging of his giant knife. You turned as fast as you could and ran after him. It started pouring rain on the way to him and you called out to him, hoping he’d hear you through the rain. You noticed hesitance in his step and you thought he would ignore you again. Once you got to the entrance of the building, you saw that he was waiting right inside the doors. His knife resting against the wall and him facing away from you. 

You were shivering from being wet and cold and walked up to him hugging him from behind. Pyramid Head slowly turned his head after feeling your soaking arms around his stomach. “‘M sorry Pyra. I shouldn’t have ignored you. Please. Can we cuddle? I’m so cold.” Pyra let out a short groan as he turned around in your arms and pulled you close to him. He tapped on your right arm and drew a heart on your arm with a question mark and a small point to his chest. Understanding the question, you widen your eyes and snuggle closer to his body heat with a quick, “No, I never stopped loving you big guy. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise,” you smush your face into his chest, and leave a few kisses as you hold him tighter. “Love you so much,” you mumble and you relax when his arms fully wrap around you and give you a good squeeze.

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Hey There Delilah

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC! Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence.

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Delilah was a very simple girl, throughout her Highschool years before her parents forced her to leave she saved up enough money to own a boutique & Flower shop right under her little apartment right by the beach, She always loved the ocean & it was a dream come true when she noticed she would see it throughout the shop & apartments windows every day.

Since the day her dream came true her Little Sister Kinsley would ride her bike to the shop everyday after school to either hang out or sleepover, Kinsley was an interesting girl, she was 10 pushing 11 & was into 80’s summer music & most of all WWE. Delilah never understood the hype with WWE since it just seemed like a violent thing to watch but at the same time she would find the trash talking aspect interesting.

Delilah on the other hand was a book worm, no matter what she had a book shoved in her face, she loved sewing & making clothes & even had a green thumb, her parents always think that was dumb but they soon came to realization once she moved out she was still alive & well.

It was around 2:30 PM, Delilah just finished planting a few little flower seeds already excited to see them flourish, She knew Kinsley would be on her way soon so she quickly went upstairs and entered her apartment and made her little sister a sandwich before hustling back down & setting it next to the cash register while scampering towards the boutique side humming & just like that Kinsley walked through the door groaning with exhaustion “Hey ley! I made you a ham sandwich, it’s on the counter, how was school?” She smiled amusingly as her sister shrugged sluggishly and bit into her lunch.

“It was so BORING, the only thing I like about this dumb private school is my friends & that’s IT!” Delilah laughed while sewing up a new top “Nobody said school was gonna be fun, why don’t you sit there work on your homework & by 3:30 i’ll close down the shop & we can walk around the pier sound good?” Her sister held s thumbs up & immediately got to work.

An hour passed by & Kinsley just finished her math homework while Delilah stood outside sweeping and flipping the Open sign to “Closed.” Just as she was about to go back inside she heard someone continuously shout out “WAIT” and soon ran towards the door crouching a hit trying to catch his breath while Delilah seems concerned “Oh my god?! Are you okay should I call 91-“ he shook his head standing up and taking a deep breath “flower, need, Please, Any flower.” She furrowed her brows until he grabbed a random pre wrapped bouquet “Please just left me buy these” he smile nervously.

She smiled back & opened the door letting him in to pay & her little sister snorted water out from her nose before running off upstairs while she started ringing him up, He hated awkward silence “That your daughter?” Delilah snickered shaking her head “God no, That’s my little sister.” He hummed shoving 4 20 dollar bills in her tip jar before she announced the price “5 dollars & 20 cents!” He happily obliged and gave her the amount needed “You grow these yourself?” She smiled proudly while nodding her head “Oh! Yes! I make a lot of my own stuff here! I grow flowers, Succulents, I make cute clothes an- I’m talking to much sorry! I got excited!” She smiled as she took a small gasp as she ran out of breath while he let out a light chuckle, he could tell she wasn’t aware at all of who he was which was very humbling and also relieving, she just seemed like a sweet doll who could talk about her proud little flowers all day.

“Well, thank you for going out of your way to let me buy this really quick, I’lll get out of your hair & let you close down. I’ll be sure to visit more often.” He flashes a smile & soon walks out just as her sister returns “Do you not know who that was??!” Lilah turned around and shook her head “No..? Who was that?” she questioned while grabbing her little tote bag & wallet while her sister started going “That was the nightmare guy from WWE! You should know this!” Lilah laughed and held her little sisters hand before walking out of the store to walk around the pier.

It was super crowded out but that was to be expected. Summer break was a week away from starting, the two shared a bowl of mac and cheese from a food truck sitting somewhere “Do you think mom & dad will ever let you come back?” Kinsley asked while Lilah sighed shrugging “I dunno, our relationship is very complicated ley, I don’t want my experience with mom and dad to personally affect yours but if they’re being out of line I’ll go out of my way to keep you with me. You just need to say the word, kay?” Her little sister smiled and nodded her head.

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The next day Ley was still at school while Delilah sat in the shop with the AC on with her hair up in a bun due to the heat while she read a Book behind the register and heard the door open along with the bell ontop ring. So she put her bookmark in between the pages & set it down while noticing the guy from yesterday made another visit “Oh hi!” She chirped out smiling “Hey, Wanted to stop by and see the shop when it’s actually open.” He chuckled and walked around before pointing at the sweaters and tops “You made these?” She nodded “all sewn by me.” She smiled while he hummed and pointed at one of her dresses hanging “That’s really good, when did you start making clothes?” She shrugged at his question

“I was by myself in Highschool and decided to put that free time to my advantage everyday after school. Saved up for a sewing kit and machine.” She smiled while he looked around and noticed her little sister walked in and noticed her face drop “She okay?” He asked in a concerned tone while Delilah smiled in amusement “Yeah she’s just-“ “Holy shit your Cody Rhodes.” Lilah looked over at her sister “Kinsley! Language.” She furrowed her brows while her little sister apologized when Lilas started talking “She really likes WWE” Cody chuckled shoving his hands in her pockets “Yeah? What about you?” Lilah smiled “I’ve never watched it before, wasn’t my kind of thing y’know?” He hummed in understanding & looked around “I’ve gotta ask, i saw little cross in the corner, are you a church girl?” She laughed while her little sister went into the back to get herself lunch “To a certain degree, I go to church mainly for my little sister but I’m still saving myself.” He nodded “Well that’s good sweetheart, y’know I think I might just visit here everyday, Is it alright if I get your number?” Lilah turned her head as Kinsley screamed from the back before trading numbers with him.

“She’ll be alright.”

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i think the biggest problem of season 3 (of which there are Several) is the shift away from football being the crux of the story, which has undoubtedly resulted in the aimless, overstuffed, unfocused narrative we've been seeing for the last eight episodes. season one was as excellent as it was because whether richmond won or lost a match actually mattered; if they lost too many matches, they'd be relegated, and relegation was always treated as a distinct, tangible threat. there were stakes. and while season two had its issues with pacing and unnecessary subplots, no one would call it aimless. the characters had a goal (pun intended): to get promoted back to the premier league. if they lost too many matches, they would stay in the championship league. we as the audience were invested in whether or not richmond won or lost, and the narrative was all the stronger and more coherent for it.

season one asked us, can afc richmond avoid relegation? and we were invested in the answer. season two asked us, can afc richmond be promoted? and we were invested in the answer. now we're eight episodes into season three, and the overarching goal of the season, the question it is asking its audience to remain invested in, is...what? what are we building towards? is afc richmond's goal to win the whole damn thing? to beat west ham? to beat man city? to do just enough to avoid relegation again?

and because we can't answer this question, the narrative has suffered greatly. how are we supposed to believe beard when he says man city is the team's white whale if we haven't even seen them play each other yet this season? if ted's total football epiphany was so life-changing for richmond, why did we speed past all the matches this episode where the team won using that strategy? if this is all leading to a final nate-ted west ham-richmond match, why haven't we spent any time with nate at west ham? why haven't we gotten to see him grow and develop as a coach? at one point, the team was doing so badly that higgins suggested firing ted, who has been visibly struggling on and off the pitch - and the narrative did not give that suggestion the weight it might have had in season one or two. we spent an entire episode watching rupert, rebecca, and chelsea fight over zava - and then two episodes later he was gone, and we haven't so much as mentioned him since. just last season, sam was being heralded as the star of afc richmond, highly sought after by other club owners - but we haven't gotten to see any of his alleged brilliance on the pitch this season at all. i have to kick a little ball around, which those same people love me for, sam said in 3.07, that is, until i fuck up or miss a penalty, or i decide to fight back - a speech that was excellently delivered by toheeb, but loses some of its weight because we haven't actually gotten to see any negative reaction to sam missing a penalty or fucking up or deciding to fight back (not even in season 2 after the dubai air boycott).

(all this to say: i do enjoy the show. i love the characters, i've been enjoying the episodes as individual units, and i'll continue to tune in week after week. but for a show that once boasted football was life, it's sure been suffering since it decided to stop focusing on that.)