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muzansslxt · 2 months

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ZhonglixReader

Summary: Zhongli finger bangs you in public ;)

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Just thinking about Zhongli seated at the Wangshu restaurant, fingers stuffed inside your weeping cunny as he calmly enjoys his bamboo shoot soup.

You try to eat alongside him, to just play along and act like his fingers weren’t stroking your sweet spot expertly and his thumb wasn’t rubbing your clit in slow circles.

“If you don’t stop making those faces someone will notice y/n.” He said gently, a smile gracing his face as he watched your blushed face try to conceal the orgasmic expressions you wore.

“Z-Zhongli if you don’t..ah…mm..if you don’t stop..” You trailed off and clenched your thighs together, resting your head on the table to muffle the little whimper that escaped your lips.

Taking a casual look around and satisfied nobody had noticed anything, Zhongli purred softly before chuckling in amusement “Sit up straight and take a bite of your soup. You’ll be fine.”

The teasing in his voice was irritable, how could he act like everything was fine? The wet sounds your pussy was making, seemed loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

Forcing yourself upright, brushing the stray hairs from your face and taking a shaky breath you took a bite of the yummy soup and looked up at Zhongli with a small whine.

His fingers curled at that moment, making your hips jerk in response and you nearly chocked on your soup.

“My aren’t you making a mess.” He teased while lifting the table cloth slightly, your skirt was bunched up around your waist leaving your bare pussy exposed, your slick arousal had not only formed a puddle on the seat but began to drip down it.

Face bright red you quickly snatched the table cloth down and glanced around, a waiter was making his way towards you but didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

“Please stop.” You begged quietly to Zhongli who in return rubbed your swollen clit faster but smiled pleasantly at the waiter.

You clenched your thighs together tightly, trying to crush the archons fingers but only succeeded in trapping his hand to which he responded by slipping a third finger inside you.

You gasped but immediately covered your mouth and coughed to mask the sound, the waiter looked at you with a worried expression “Are you alright miss? I hope the soups not too hot for you.”

You shook your head and gave him a watery smile, “N-no sir…ah..it’s delicious.” You say while Zhongli concentrated on playing with your puffy bundle of nerves, the small moan that escaped your lips didn’t go unheard.

“Are you sure you’re alright Miss?” He asked again while frowning slightly as you took a quick bite of the soup.

“The soup is just right, my friend here is just enjoying herself.” Zhongli cut in with a calm smile.

You turn your head to give the older man the smallest glare, face slightly red as you tried desperately to keep your composure in front of the waiter.

“Very good sir, enjoy the rest of your meal.” He said with a bow before finally leaving your table.

The sudden rush in your belly signalled what was about to happen and you made a strangled moan, leaning into Zhonglis side so you could muffle your noises in his sleeve.

“Naughty girl, couldn’t contain yourself any longer?” He teased in a low voice, pumping his long fingers in your pussy.

You jerked your hips once again, this time cumming so violently around his fingers you left a good sized puddle at your feet.

Pulling his fingers out of your twitching cunny, he took great pleasure in licking your essence off them while watching you try to compose yourself.

“H-hah, you’re a bastard.” You whimpered pulling your skirt back down, your inner thighs covered in your own slick.

Zhongli was pleased with your taste and hummed softly in response before smiling gently “I must say I don’t like being called rude names, why don’t we take a walk along Liyue harbour hm?”

Your face went a darker shade of red, not only were you not wearing panties but your juices would be sliding down your bare legs the whole time.

Zhongli just enjoyed seeing you squirm and would punish you every time he deemed it fit.

This was going to be torture.

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A/N: saving all my wishes for this man, I wanna pull him so bad omg

#genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin x you #zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli genshin x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you

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daisynik7 · 24 days

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Sanemi is usually cold, even borderline rude to the Kakushi, who usually just deal with it by ignoring it. Not you, though. You've heard the stories about his intimidating demeanor, listened to your fellow coworkers let out exasperated groans at being assigned to him for even the simplest tasks, all because they really don't want to be around him.

So when you're finally assigned to him, in charge of fixing a tear on his uniform, you already have your guard up, your hackles raised. You know you're supposed to be good, but if a whiff of bad behavior on his end arises, you can't promise to behave.

He's at his usual training grounds, mangled bamboo pieces littered all over the dirt. You approach him cautiously, his back turned toward you. Without warning, he strips his top off, tossing it aggressively behind him. It lands directly on your face, the fabric hot, heavily laced with his scent, which is surprisingly sweet. He doesn't greet you, nor does he even turn around to face you. "Fix it," is all he mutters, raising his sword to strike the remaining bamboo in front of him.

Feeling safe since his back is towards you, you roll your eyes at him. Then, on your way out, you grumble under your breath, "No please?"

The following week, you're assigned to him again, this time to clean up his mess at the training grounds. He's been at it for hours, the sun beating down on him, his exposed chest glistening with sweat. If he wasn't such an asshole, maybe you'd find him attractive. Hell, even with his shitty personality, it's hard to deny.

When you arrive, he faces you, his eyes narrowing into a glare. "Clean it up," he orders through gritted teeth. He stares at you for a second longer than needed, then turns around to walk away. You bend down to start picking up the pieces, mumbling, "You're welcome."

He stops in his tracks, as if something has captured his attention. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move. But he continues in his path until he's completely gone.

The third assignment is an odd one. You're called to his home late at night, asked to bring some healing supplies with you. Apparently, Sanemi injured himself while he was sharpening his blades in his room, an unusual occurrence for Hashira. Nevertheless, you show up, following him into his room, waiting for his instructions.

He sits at the edge of the bed, displaying his hand to you, a fresh cut across his palm. No words this time, just a grunt, his gaze avoiding yours.

You can't resist; you roll your eyes at him, sighing. And he catches you.

It happens quickly. A huge gust of wind, the ointment and gauze from your grasp drops to the floor, and you're pushed against his dresser, his body pressed to yours. The mask falls from your face, revealing your terrified expression, eyes shut, lips trembling. His breath is hot on your skin, incredibly close you can hear his heart beating rapidly.

It's silent for what feels like an eternity. You swallow hard, mustering the courage to open your eyes. His usual crazed expression is now one of yearning, pleading. Something between you captures your attention, and you soon realize that he's aroused. Really aroused.

When he finally speaks, his voice is low and trembling, like he's trying to restrain himself. "Please."

#I wrote this with my [redacted] okay #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi shinazugawa smut #sanemi shinazugawa x you #shinazugawa sanemi #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader

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ihrtsevyn · 2 months

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— LE SSERAFIM HEADCANONS🫧 | 001.

GENRE fluff, headcanons

SYNOPSIS habits of the le sserafim members when they have a crush on you <3

WARNINGS no specific gender, no smut or suggestive content of any kind, lowercase intended.

WC 791

masterlist | main page <3

. . . SAKURA (사쿠라)

i. gravitates towards you. in a room full of hundreds of people, sakura will easily spot you within seconds. as soon as you walk into a party, sakura will be by your side in seconds. she says it's fate with how easily she's drawn to you, you roll your eyes every time thinking she's just being playful not knowing that she means every flirty compliment and heartfelt confession. ii. gives you gifts. she puts her crocheting skills to use any time she has free time. she's made hats for her friends but she goes all out for you. learning new patterns and getting different yarns to build you anything you desire. she'll make little stuffed animals for you and in secret keep a matching one, she'll craft cute tops that compliment your frame, and even make you small trinkets you can put as decoration in your room!

. . . CHAEWON (김채원)

i. gets easily jealous. she hates the feeling she gets when someone is hogging all of your attention, making you laugh so hard that you're clutching your stomach in pain, your smile so wide that it almost reaches your ears, and your eyes staring so fondly at another. all of that should be towards her, and chaewon can't stand the fact that another person can get that reaction out of you. she'll play off her jealousy usually by saying something like "y/n, you still love me right?" with a pout. after your bits of reassurance she becomes less jealous and more so clingy, it's a repeating cycle. ii. can't keep her eyes off of you. she finds her eyes traveling back to your figure more often than normal. she keeps a watchful eye out for you, ready to drag you away from any uncomfortable situation you might've gotten thrown into. she can't help the adoring smile that comes across her face when she sees you do something even remotely endearing to her, your smile and simple mannerism all reminders of why she likes you so much.

. . . YUNJIN (허윤진)

i. sends pictures/videos of things that remind her of you. throughout your day you'll randomly get photos or small clips of things that remind yunjin of you. sometimes it'll be a quick video of a red panda eating bamboo, or a picture of a hairless cat in a turtleneck. it really depends on what mood she's in! ii. calls you nicknames. her nicknames can range from simple pet names like 'babe', 'baby', and 'sweetie' but as time goes on and you get more comfortable with each other she'll start calling you annoyingly sweet names like 'muffin', 'gumdrop', and 'kitty'. she loves how you physically recoil in disgust as soon as those words leave her lips. she'll laugh off your disgust but in her mind she's wishing with crossed fingers that you'll give her a chance.

. . . KAZUHA (카즈하)

i. she can't keep eye-contact with you. she's not someone that usually struggles with eye-contact but she finds it extra hard to look you in the eye, and for a long while she didn't know why. instead of staring into your alluring eyes that make the tips of her ears turn red and burn in embarrassment, she trails her eyes all over your face. looking at your eyebrows, cheekbones, lips, and nose, all to avoid the painful butterflies that swarm in her stomach when your soft gaze meets hers. ii. asks about you. to get closer to you she'll ask your closest friends/family members about you. she'll bring up your favorite musical artist, or a tv show you just started watching in a nonchalant way just to get a conversation started. nothing could mask the adoration that coats her face when your eyes light up with excitement at the mention of one of your favorite things.

. . . EUNCHAE (은채)

i. teases you the most. if eunchae finds herself with a crush on you, you'll be subjected to a lot of her teasing. it's never harsh in nature and it's a lot more flirty if anything. she'll gently push you away from her if you get too close, falsely claiming that the reason she did so was because she didn't want you next to her but in reality it was because your close proximity made her heart rate speed up with reddening ears. ii. holds your hand. she always has some intricate excuse to hold your hand. whether it be to look at any new formed callouses, or because she didn't want to lose you in a crowd! she'll make fun of you for thinking it was anything more than what she claimed it to be, although you both know there's no reason for her to hold your hand as much as she does.

#le sserafim x reader #le sserafim #kpop gg x reader #le sserafim texts #le sserafim headcanon #le sserafim fic #yunjin le sserafim #sakura le sserafim #eunchae le sserafim #chaewon le sserafim #kazuha le sserafim #sakura x reader #eunchae x reader #chaewon x reader #kazuha x reader #le sserafim x fem reader #le sserafim fluff #huh yunjin x reader

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neoarchipelago · 3 months

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Tysm, could I be 🫧?

You didn’t necessarily ‘decide’ to show the 141 your markings, it was just sort of a right place right time moment.

It’s the middle of the night and you get up for a glass of water, leaving your nest for the kitchen. You’re sat, glass in one hand and bushy tail clutched in the other like a comfort item, face bare considering the time and your exhaustion. Price finds you there, or maybe Ghost, and they discreetly snap a picture without you noticing before picking you up and taking you back off to your room. You wake up the next day a little embarrassed but figure, ah what the hell someone’s already seen your face, may as well go without a mask today. Soap fangirls a little too loudly and Price has to haul him off for a scolding while Gaz distracts you with Bamboo and treats.

I think gaz would have been the one taking that first picture! Ghost takes masks way too seriously and Price is just a big peepaw. But they'd both be happy to get the photo in the group chat.

Soap is the n*1 fan girl of reader. Let's make this clear. You know how you react when you see a puppy or your favorite cute character? That's him. Often has to be restrained by the rest of the boys while they take your attention away!

But sometimes, you like the attention. The pets and cuddles the fawning over you. It makes you feel spoiled.

That perfect emoji!!! Welcome !!

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #redpanda!readercodau #hybrid!reader #hybrid

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illuminatedferret · 4 months

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Back Hugs in Tian Guan Ci Fu:

1. Volume 2, "To Ascend is Human, to Fall Is Also Human", pg. 380

The Deputy State Preceptors hurriedly moved aside, and Mu Qing and Feng Xin didn't know whether to act. Seeing that everyone was avoiding him like he was poisonous vermin, the child was shaken and started thrashing even harder, biting and screaming with all his might. "I'm not! I'm not!! I'M NOT!!!" Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, encircling his small form. A voice came from above his head. "You're not. I know you're not. Don't cry, now. I know you're not." The young child pressed his lips closed tightly, grabbing on to the pair of snow-white sleeves around his waist with a desperate grip. He forced himself to hold back for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't. A stream of tears suddenly rolled down from that round black eye, and he burst out into sobs. Xie Lian embraced him from behind and reiterated with conviction, "It's not you. It's not your fault." Honghong-er whipped around, buried his face in Xie Lian's chest, and wailed.

2. Volume 6, "Cave of Ten Thousand Gods- Faces of the Ten Thousand Gods Revealed", pg. 78-79

Hua Cheng inclined his head slightly- it was like he wanted to glance back but was too afraid to look Xie Lian in the eye. Only the two streaks of blood on his cheek could be seen. "Your Highness, would you please... not tell me?" His voice cracked as he asked. "I'm sorry," Xie Lian said. "Something like this has to be made clear." Hua Cheng didn't need to breathe, but he still sucked in a deep breath. Although his face was awfully pale, he still smiled and replied courteously, "That's true. It's for the best." He was like a criminal on death row, waiting for his sentence. He closed his eye. Yet his eye didn't remain closed for long- soon it snapped open once more as a pair of arms suddenly circled him from behind and caught him in a forceful embrace. Xie Lian buried his face in Hua Cheng's back, but he didn't speak either. Though nothing was said, it was enough. It was a long time before Xie Lian felt the man he was hugging turn around. Hua Cheng fervently returned the embrace, engulfing Xie Lian in his arms.

3. Volume 6, "Warm Words of a Cold Ghost Beguile the Lost Child", pg. 203

And then, Xie Lian abruptly froze. White No-Face was hugging him. As Xie Lian tilted and fell to his knees in a slump, he had been captured by a pair of cold, powerful arms that pulled him into a lifeless embrace. At some point, White No-Face had sat down on the ground with him. "So sad, so sad," he murmured. "Your Highness, look. Look at what they've done to you." He whispered softly as he stroked Xie Lian's head, his hands gentle and full of pity. It was like he was petting a wounded puppy or his own gravely ill child on the brink of death. The smiling half of the crying-smiling mask was hidden in the darkness; the moonlight revealed only the half that was crying, looking like genuine tears of grief shed for Xie Lian. Xie Lian remained stiff and curled in on himself, moving no further. The man in white behind him raised his fingers to wipe the filthy mud from Xie Lian's face. He sensed a peculiar kind of loving compassion in the man's touch. Like the embrace of a close friend or a dear family member, it miraculously returned a bit of warmth to Xie Lian's shivering body. He never expected that this sinister creature would be the one to finally offer him compassion.

4. Volume 7, "Dominate Heaven and Earth, Divine Being Breaks Through the Kiln", pg. 19

Xie Lian stood on the giant's palm, one hand pressing the bamboo hat down on his head while the another blocked his face from the snowstorm. The stifling hot air was swept cleanly away, and Xie Lian took a deep breath of fresh, freezing air and shouted: "San Lang-!" The first syllable was still echoing in the air when a pair of arms pulled him into an embrace from behind. Xie Lian stiffened at first, but he relaxed when he looked down and saw red sleeves and silver vambraces circling his waist. A deep, forlorn voice came from above his ear. "...I was about to lose my mind!" Xie Lian hurried to turn around. He cupped his captor's cheeks with his hands and soothed him, "Don't... don't. I'm here... I'm out!" Hua Cheng stood before him. His raven hair was mussed, and there was a lost look in his eye. He gripped the cry-smiling mask Xie Lian hadn't been able to remove no matter how hard he tried, easily tore it off, and tossed it away.

Bonus: Volume 7, "Dominate Heaven and Earth, Divine Being Breaks Through the Kiln", pg. 29-30

Before Xie Lian could finish his thought, the three mountain spirits besieged them together. They surrounded the giant stone statue and pressed firmly inward, trying to crush the state to pieces. The divine state couldn't move a single limb, nor could Xie Lian. He poured all of his strength into getting the statue to push them back, but it didn't budge- and at that point, it was probably powerless to fight back! As he tried to think of another way to escape, he unconsciously took a step backward and bumped into a chest. When he looked back, Hua Cheng grasped his shoulders. "Fight freely! It'll be fine- none of them are a match for you. Nothing in this world can stop you!" His chest was the strongest backing in existence, and in an instant, Xie Lian was brimming with confidence. A refreshing current flowed through his body, and he struck back with all his might.

#tgcf #hua cheng #xie lian #tian guan ci fu #hualian #heaven officials blessing #tgcf meta #heaven official's blessing #illuspeaks #bai wuxiang #god this was a lot of typing #im pretty sure i didn't miss any #i thought mt tonglu opening was one too but it looks like it was a normal hug #the rest of the time theyre on the statue they dont hug #lmk though #tgcf spoilers #???? i suppose. dunno how to tag for donghua watchers

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candywife333 · 2 months

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One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE counselor Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just drabbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 2

"Y/N!!!! Y/N?!!!! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR. I NEED YOU!! I AM GOING TO BLOODY DIE OTHERWISE!! PLEASE GIRL, OPEN THE DOOR AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD". y/n scoffed as she heard the ruckus outside of her door, first born child? What was she the antichrist, or a demon? The closest to that she ever got was using cow placenta face masks on a Sunday and babysitting her niece.

She opened the door in bewilderment adjusting her thick specs, goddamnit, the constant disguise got on her nerves some days. She stared up blankly at a perspiring, anxious looking Namjoon who was frothing at the mouth. "Sure Namjoon, come in and while you are it, why don't you tell me why you want to sacrifice a squealing, diaper pooping little human being to me? Maybe we can work that into a schedule".

He sat on the comfy couch on her office, as she blew out her lavender aromatherapy candle, turning off her zen bamboo lights. He blurted without preamble in a nervous frenzy, " I am not able to take my penis out of my foreskin ".

Y/N was the only one he would ever come to with such a concern, because she wouldn't laugh in his face and judge him. Y/N tapped her floral pen on her stationary sheet and wooden pad. Her tapping brought his attention to nails painstakingly painted pale pink color with a pink diamond ring surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds on her left hand that twinkled in the dim light. That was new. He never had noticed those on her before.

She calmingly inquired, "Are you on any medication Namjoon? Any antidepressants or heart medication, or did you ingest any herb recently"? Namjoon stuttered, somewhat soothed by her expressionless, blank face, "No. Not that I know of". She continued asking him, "Were you getting your morning erections and any nocturnal ones prior to this? And also, do you have diabetes or atherosclerosis"? As he answered negatively to all these questions, Y/N sighed. Then she quietly asked, "Do your regularly clean down there, with soap and warm water"?

Namjoon froze. "Ex--x-xcuse me"? Y/N sighed again, she rephrased , "To your own knowledge, do you clean up every time you have a shower down there by retracting back your foreksin from your penis and washing it with at least some warm water". He remained silent til he gasped out ," Yes ....I think I do ". Y/N put down her clipboard , keeping her hands on her thighs, looking directly in his eyes.

"You have a few options Namjoon. Either you can go to the clinic a few blocks away, and get it checked out by the urologist, who I can notify regarding your complaints. And he will get it figured out. Or, I will have to examine the situation since I am a licensed psychiatrist (a doctor nevertheless)".

Namjoon sat there in confusion, Y/N was a licensed psychiatrist, an actual doctor? Since when? So, her counseling idols was the usual for her? Then it all made sense. So that is why nobody had to actually go outside of HYBE to get basic medication/psychiatric medication prescriptions. That is why the prescriptions would always be written in her loopy cursive handwriting.

Then he realized he had to answer her. He decided to let her examine, as embarrassing and humiliating as it was. He didn't have time with the upcoming showcase the day after tomorrow to run to an urologist. "Please examine me y/N".

She nodded in assent and told him to get on the examination table which had been lined with a long white sheet. She turned on a circular examination light told him, "Take your pants and underwear off, and lie down flat on your back. I will examine you, so let me know if I am hurting you. I will stop or be more careful if that is the case".

She turned around , her back briefly facing him so that she could get sanitize her hands before placing gloves on. Namjoon noticed a protruding mass wrapping around her long baggy shirt. Did she by chance, have a big ass? It was a little silly to think that way, but they had never seen her in anything else. And her specs occluded her face, so they couldn't tell what she looked like without them.

Y/N took off her tinted glasses, and low and behold, Namjoon was starstruck as he saw her beautiful face. She had the biggest eyes and a classic round face, with beautiful lips the color of carnations. He was so distracted at her gorgeousness, he didn't realize she was trying to retract his penis from his foreskin. He erupted loudly, "OWWWWW. PLEASE STOP". She held his member more gently as she sighed, stating in a placid manner, " You have to clean down here a little more frequently Namjoon. After sexual intercourse, when in the shower regularly, and especially after a workout. This is called smegma, this white stuff. And it is basically dead skin cells that don't get cleaned off and build up as gunk. Let me get some saline solution and a pair of artery forceps and I will try slowly retracting it".

Namjoon blushed in embarrassment. Y/N took some saline solution on a gauze pad and gently started working it around his penis , making him slightly wince due to the sensitivity. Y/N internally sighed. Thankfully she didn't need to use artery forceps to pull it down. After dislodging the smegma, she was able to pull his skin off of the penis. It took some more time than usual, because there was a good amount of buildup and the man had a big D. Surprise, Surprise.

After fixing the situation, Y/N motioned for him to dress up once again. Namjoon, looking less stressed, but still flushed from the somewhat humiliating experience thanked Y/N, " I am so sorry to waste your time Y/N". Y/N waved away his concern, "That's what I am here for man. Just make sure to regularly clean that area with warm water okay"? Sheepishly smiling in agreement, Namjoon, taking a seat gingerly at the edge of the sofa.

Nodding reassuringly at him, Y/N concluded, "If that will be all, then I will talk to you later. Please let me know if you have any concerns later on, and I can help you out".

Namjoon walked out breathing a sigh of relief, that his problem was easily resolved even though he was mortified that she had to see something so intimate. He shouldn't be so inquisitive, but how was it that her face was so pretty but she covered it in thick framed glasses? And the rest of her appearance was drab and uninspiring expect for her pink accented nails and earrings. Surprisingly ,he had even gotten the faintest most alluring whiff of strawberries and cream that he couldn't place. Not her usual scent. Something alphas like him catalogued frequently, scent patterns. He had a feeling she was hiding a whole personality this entire time right under their noses.

If she was hiding her appearance and her scent, what else could she be hiding?

#chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x reader #eventual smut #bts x chubby reader #bts x curvy y/n #bts x fem reader #bts x omega #alpha bts x omega y/n

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themidnightcrimson · 1 year

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Birthday—e. olsen

summary: in which it is lizzie's birthday!

warnings: some making out, lots of cuteness, me being desperate to be lizzie olsen's gf, short and sweet

masterlist.

It was one of the only times you had ever been up before Lizzie in the morning.

Lizzie was naturally a light sleeper, so it took every effort and concentration to make absolutely no noise as you creeped out of bed and went into the kitchen to make her one of her favorite breakfasts and a coffee. The sun was barely creeping through the windows as you silently stood over the stove, enjoying the smell of the food cooking and her coffee brewing.

You didn’t even hear her feet scuffling into the kitchen until you heard a hoarse, sleepy voice. “Baby?”

Whipping around in shock, you saw Lizzie standing there in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes, her hair all messed up from sleep. She looked almost like a confused child, and while it was so dearly cute, she was not supposed to be up yet. “No!” you exclaimed, dropping your spatula on the counter and rushing over to her. “You’re still asleep!”

“Huh?” Lizzie said in confusion as you put your hands on her waist and gently ushered her back to the bedroom.

“You’re sleepwalking, you’re still asleep,” you whispered as you guided her to the bed. She plopped down and squinted at you in sleepy confusion as you softly pushed her back to lay down, grabbing the blankets and tucking her back in.

“What are you talking about?” she murmured, your behavior causing her to awaken more as a smile curled on her face in realization.

“Hush, hush, baby,” you whispered, taking her sleep eye mask and messily putting it back over her eyes. With the mask on crooked and the blankets tucked up to her chin, Lizzie started to giggle when you kissed her forehead and told her to go back to sleep. She pulled the mask up to peek at you, but you gently pushed it back down and patted her cheek before scampering away back to the kitchen to make sure her breakfast wasn’t burning.

Although Lizzie was now restless, she laid under the blankets and pretended to be asleep for the next ten minutes before you finally came back in, holding a bamboo bed tray with a plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee sitting atop it.

“Good morning, baby,” you spoke, and Lizzie stretched her arms out from under the blankets, pretending to yawn as she took her mask off as if she was just now waking up. “Happy birthday!” you exclaimed as you came closer to the bed, carefully holding the tray so as to not spill anything.

Sitting up, Lizzie gasped in feigned surprise as you carefully sat the tray down on the bed in front of her, looking up at you with a grin. “Baby, thank you so much. You’re so so sweet.” She reached her hands up for a kiss, and you leaned down, giving her a chaste kiss before sitting down on the bed next to her.

“I would have sang you happy birthday, but I didn’t want to ruin your morning with my screeching voice,” you joked.

Wrapping her arm around you and pulling you closer, Lizzie smirked and remarked, “Oh no, please, I wanna hear you sing for me.”

“No!” you exclaimed, and Lizzie started tickling you until you finally gave in, singing a very shrill and shy rendition of happy birthday that made Lizzie laugh until she spilled her coffee.

Lizzie’s birthday was scheduled with a little party at lunch where all your friends came over with food and drink. It was so nice seeing Lizzie so happy, surrounded by the people she loved most on her birthday. You had to partake in singing yet again when everyone gathered around a birthday cake and sang her happy birthday, so many videos going on Instagram from the gathering.

Usually, you would’ve had a party at night, but Lizzie had specifically requested to have a dinner with you at her favorite restaurant called Il Buco. You both dolled up and headed out as the sun started to set, getting immediate seating due to your reservations and the fact that the staff knew Lizzie personally.

After the meal, you both shared a huge slice of chocolate cake with two scoops of vanilla ice cream. The restaurant’s lights were dim, and a few candles lit on the table provided a warm aura around your private table in the corner of the room.

“This is fucking amazing,” Lizzie remarked as took a forkful of the cake and ice cream. “I could eat cake everyday.”

“Everyone knows about your fixation on cake,” you joked as you took a forkful from the other side of the dessert.

Lizzie giggled and took a drink from her wine, leaning back in her chair and looking at you from over the glass. She had put on a black jumpsuit for the occasion and paired it with a smokey eye that, aided with the sensual lighting, made her green eyes dazzle you. She set her wine glass down and licked her lips, eyes fixated on you as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table.

“Thank you, darling—for everything today. All my best birthdays are the ones I’ve spent with you.” Her voice was quiet and assured as she spoke, and she reached across the table and took your hand in hers, squeezing it.

Leaning closer to her, you smiled before quietly whispering, “Your birthday’s not over yet, my love.”

When your foot reached under the table and grazed up Lizzie’s calf, her eyes seemed to turn two shades darker as her lips twitched.

Smirking, Lizzie reached for the wine bottle sitting in a bowl of ice and uncorked it, filling your emptied glass up with more wine.

“Trying to get me drunk on your birthday?” you remarked as she put the bottle back and you took the glass and sipped from it.

“Well,” Lizzie spoke, clearing her throat and leaning back in her chair, eyes burning into you. “You do get slutty on wine, but really I just want to ease you up so you’ll tell me what my real present is besides the wrapped box sitting on the kitchen table.”

You had nearly choked on your wine from the first half of her sentence, setting your glass down and wiping your lips as Lizzie looked rather smugly at you from across the table. You recuperated and challenged, “Guess.”

Tilting her head, Lizzie stared at you as she thought for a moment. “Give me a hint.”

Now it was your turn to smirk. Of course, Lizzie had sniffed out your extra surprise for her. “It involves lace.”

“Is it skimpy?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go home.”

You had barely gotten through the door before Lizzie was on you, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you towards her as her lips crashed with yours. You’d both drank too much wine, tasting it on each other’s lips as they devoured each other.

Lizzie hungrily kissed you as she started backing you up towards the bedroom, but you averted her away from it, instead leading her towards the kitchen. She tried to tug you back towards the bedroom, but when you resisted, she instead tucked her hands under your ass and lifted you, throwing you onto the table that sat against the wall in the hallway. You could hear the decorations on the table crash to the floor, but when your back slammed against the wall, you couldn’t sense anything but Lizzie’s hands grabbing at your thighs.

Finally, she let you breathe, moving her lips away from your mouth and instead sloppily kissing and nipping at your neck. You panted, grabbing at her shoulders as she pressed you hard against the wall, your thighs wrapping around her frame.

“Lizzie,” you panted as she started to suck hard on your neck, her hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head to the side so she could bite marks into your neck. Your legs wrapped tighter around her as warmth pulsed through you, but you remembered her original present. “Lizzie, wait.”

As hard as it was, she pulled herself off you, taking a step away but keeping her hands on your waist as she looked at you with glazed eyes, her lips open as she breathed heavily. “Yes?”

“Your present,” you reminded her, ignoring the wet feeling on your neck.

“My present,” she sultrily echoed, leaning back in until you kept her at a distance with your hands on her shoulders.

“Nooo, your actual present,” you chuckled, and she finally understood, smiling a bit and straightening up.

“Yes, my actual present.” She helped you off the table and picked up the things that had fallen from it before you took her hand and led her into the kitchen where a wrapped box was sitting on the counter.

You grabbed it and handed it to her, and she took it with a smile that formed dimples in her cheeks. She held it up to her ear and shook it, looking thoughtful as she tried to guess what it was. “That doesn’t sound like lingerie.”

Rolling your eyes, you poked her side. “Open it, silly.”

Sighing, Lizzie graciously unwrapped the box, turning it around to see that it was a set of several garden tools with every kind of tool she regularly used, along with the ones she had been needing for a while.

Gasping, Lizzie grinned wide and looked at all the tools pictured on the front of the box. “Oh my gosh, babe, this is so great!” she said with genuine excitement.

You smiled upon seeing that she truly was happy with the gift. “I got tired of being worried you would get tetanus from all those rusty clippers you use.”

Chuckling, Lizzie turned the box over and looked at the back. “Baby, thank you so much. This is perfect.” Using one hand to pull you closer, she gave you a lingering kiss on the mouth, still smiling all the time.

When she had pulled away from the kiss, she looked at the box one last time before tossing it rather carelessly onto the counter. “Right, now my next present, please.” Smirking, she grabbed you and picked you up, your legs hooking around her as you shrieked and giggled.

“Hey, those tools were expensive!” you exclaimed as she carried you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen fluff #wanda maximoff #happy birthday lizzie ily so much im sorry im so delusional over you

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cometrose · 2 months

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how do you feel about the eyes being a window to the soul and Zhongli's eyes not being shown in flashback?

oh now we are getting into videogame analysis.

The first it could represent his "unchanging expression" during the Archon War. It is was rumored that during the war, Morax did not show emotion and was rather "cold and unfeeling" and his judgements were "rational and dispassionate". He wore an emotionless mask and his stone-cold expression did not change until the war ended and not seeing his eyes is a simple representation of Morax's behavior. There are no eyes, because there is no emotion, there is barely a face (he is blank as stone) so its just very clever visual symbolism.

On the other hand, it could suggest there is more to Zhongli than meets the eye. As you said eyes are windows to the soul, and from a narrative point eye symbolism is powerful tool in literature. The most common usage for eye symbolism is to represent wisdom, knowledge, truth, perception or control.

Not seeing Zhongli's eyes means there is something the writer's are deliberately hiding. It could mean his true nature, has not been revealed to us. It doesn't necessarily means his physical eyes have changed but rather the Morax of the past presented himself differently than the Morax of today.

Zhongli's true origins are unknown we have no idea where he came from, what he truly is and the truth of many of his contracts (the tsaritsa, celestia, khaenriah just to name a few). We have known Zhongli for so long, but do we actually know anything about him? Not seeing Zhongli's eyes means there is even more to his identity that has not been revealed to the traveler. His true soul, identity, or purpose have not been revealed, we have not seen him for all that he is.

I have my own theories about Zhongli's true origin (why is the third act of liyue archon quest a new star approaches hmmmm) but if you look through some of the Liyue books or character stories you will notice there is a lot of mention about Zhongli's eyes.

In Rex Incognito, Rex Lapis' disguises as a woman with "eyes shone a brilliant amber" or a rugged worker with "eyes shone like amber from the mountain mines in the light of the setting sun" and a noble young man with "his golden eyes smiling."

In Moonlit Bamboo Forest, the main character meets a woman that "didn't appear to be an adeptus, apart from the piercing gaze of her golden eyes."

Even Tubby, you know the teapot adeptus that takes care of your teapot? In the story quest for the teapot she mentions a "golden-eyed adeptus" explained the limits of adeptal power in teapot to her. First of all Ping mentions in part I of the same quest that Rex Lapis blessed the adepti with "illumination" that allows them perform sub-space creation and form teapots. So the adeptus is clearly him.

In the description for the Euphonium Unbound: Winding, the teapot furnishing that allows you to play music "According to Tubby, a certain adepti with black hair and golden eyes wanted to temporarily change the melody echoing in the Realm Within to match the aesthetic of the tea on the table when he was having a small gathering with his friends in the Realm Within."

These are just the descriptions I can remember off the top of my head. Like many characters have gold eyes but Zhongli alone has so many many references to his eyes. Whenever genshin wants to describe Zhongli without saying his name they just say a person with "golden/amber eyes". Hell there was literally some Millelith soldier that knew Rex Lapis wasn't dead because he saw some guy with golden eyes walk past him.

Like really long story short. Eye symbolism is super important to Zhongli and a key part of his characterization. It is clear that no matter what form he takes it seems his eyes stay the same. Which is super interesting for shapeshifter characters. Shapeshifters usually change everything about themselves unless it very important to them so for Zhongli to hold onto a part of himself could suggest so many things. It could also just be a limitation of his transformation.

ANYWAY to hide Zhongli's eyes in his flashbacks even though we have seen the eyes of all the other archons and then to make his signature description his "golden eyes" is so interesting. Why make his signature feature his eyes then not show us his eyes!! What is the reason!

And again the first answer isn't exclusive at the same time, because his eyes are so important Zhongli not showing his eyes in flashbacks could mean that back then he was hiding a part of himself. Now that he is free from the title of Rex Lapis he can show his eyes freely without care, he is free from the contract of protecting humanity he doesn't have to wear an emotionless mask anymore so his beautiful eyes are on display.

Though interestingly in his museum collaboration we got to see Morax's eyes and in his archon outfit and all. However that could've taken place after the war and is also a fun little collab so like *shrugs shoulder* who knows!

#zhongli #genshin impact #i think he’s hiding something!#because he’s a shit #this was way longer than i meant to be #i had to collect evidence #me on the genshin wiki for my tumblr blog: if i dont pull up a direct quote from the game how will my followers know im telling the truth!!#like i know this shit off the top of my head cause im crazy but i want you all to know i didn't pull it out of my ass #see how thoughtful i am #i absolutely love zhongli's eyes #LOVE THEM #I love the diamond and his red eye shadow is it eyeliner???#i notice i have this tendency to have an argument then provide a counter argument #why am i presenting both sides what is this a literary review

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saturninelove · 11 months

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Ghostface’s Obsession

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Everyone’s not-so-secret fantasy, Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2122)

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Wafting your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the fog, you come face to face with Claudette standing only a few feet away from you as the trial begins. You found yourself deep within the main room of the family residence of the Yamaoka Estate, debris littering the floor as well as broken boards and torn doorways. The two of you didn’t hesitate to jump onto the generator that sat near the front door, looking out to the porch. You’d bargained for a toolbox this time when the entity demanded your presence, wanting to get things done as speedily as possible to avoid too much confrontation after your last few strange matches. The killers seemed to be showing much more personality and what seemed to be interest in you. You shook your head a little as you focused more onto just powering the generator at hand, crossing wires and giving a subtle smile when the generator sparked responsively. Although immensely focused, you swore you heard footsteps on the porch. You tried to tune into the sounds outside rather than the ones indoors but it was hard to hear over the rushing of the machine. Your heartbeat was beyond normal and you even felt a little relaxed, maybe you were hearing things? With that thought barely being formed, you watched in slow motion as a silent and dark figure slipped through the doorway and ripped the unsuspecting Claudette from the generator, earning a horrified scream from her as well as a jump from you that caused an ugly spark from the generator as you pulled your hands away and began to back away. The killer was staring you down through those haunting holes in his mask and as soon as Claudette was hoisted onto his shoulder, he began to drop her onto the floor.

Ghostface had found his new target, the interesting survivor that had piqued interest around the killer camp, he thought it was only fair he also got a good look at her. What was once unfolding before you in slow motion quickly snapped back into reality as soon as you saw that he was preparing to set her onto the ground. That familiar adrenaline fueled your first movements, sprinting your way to the front window and launching yourself through it quietly and breaking into a full sprint as you head to the one place you knew better than any other - killer shack. You were sure he was following you and you kept trying to twist around to look behind you but you couldn’t find him amongst all of the bamboo trees, you couldn’t even convince your heart to beat any faster to give yourself any kind of advantage to know that he was truly following you. Upon reaching the building, you stopped your sprint, quickly catching your breath as you circled around to the back of the building, watching through the boarded up window as surely enough he stalked his way through the door. His leather shroud was wrapped around him in such a way that he was nearly impossible to see in the darkness of most areas and you found yourself thankful that the generator within the shack was already done so there was a decent amount of lighting. You found yourself moving parallel to him to avoid him finding you as quickly but you were still watching him, never taking your eyes off. Although you were also morbidly curious about this first encounter, you found him… attractive? You blamed it on the trials, never having time to yourself or time to find one of the other survivors because you were constantly thrown into the face of death. It also just so happened that the face of death was kind of hot. With flushed cheeks, you slipped back into the shack and into one of the lockers, holding your breath. This time when he stepped inside, he went for the locker immediately, luckily it was the one beside yours but it still made your breath hitch. He canted his head to the side, looking directly at your locker. Your eyes went wide and you only had a few seconds to decide what to do, your fight or flight was kicking in hard here but you found yourself too indecisive to do anything at all in the two seconds it took for him to move over to your locker and fling the door open. Now face to face with the masked man, you gulped harshly as he slammed his knife into the back of the locker, right beside your head. It was a scare tactic, of course, but it worked nevertheless as you gasped and shrunk down even smaller as he stood above you.

“Hey dollface.” He called out, his voice was raspy and deep and it sent shivers down your spine as you sat at his mercy. “I thought you were supposed to be a good chase?” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he belittled you. With your cheeks still flushed and your chest rising and falling rapidly, you made a slight attempt to push past him and out of the locker, feeling more and more claustrophobic as time went on. He pushed you back into the locker with ease, his gloved hands now pressed to your shoulder and to your hip as he held you in place. “Cat got your tongue?” He chided, his amusement now clear as day as he held you trapped.

“G-Ghostface?” Was your weak response which earned a chuckle of delight from behind his mask. You bit your lip as you drank in the sound, your wide eyes looking up at him.

“There she is.” He responded smoothly, pulling his knife out from the locker and dragging it along your throat, just another scare tactic, you hoped. You still gasped and leaned further back into the locker and away from his blade which produced a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest that you could practically feel. You couldn’t help but to start feeling that slickness between your thighs, being pressed so close to this undeniably attractive man that concealed himself with that eerie mask.

“A-Aren’t you going to hook me? To sacrifice me?” You managed to get some words out, anything would be better than just sitting in silence as you sat completely trapped between a wall and a hard body.

“I could impale you if that’s what you’re asking, dollface.” He responded smugly, his gloved hand on your hip stretched further back as he gave your ample rear a hefty grope with his suggestive comment. You let out a soft moan in response as that lust pooled in your panties and you found yourself spreading your legs ever so slightly but it was enough for him to notice. He inhaled deeply as if having to restrain himself or regain some sense of control. His next words came out breathy and hit your core perfectly, “‘Atta girl.”

“No wait, I didn’t say anything Ghostface, I’m not-” You tried explaining your body’s lack of control but he cut you off by pressing his knife against your throat again as he palmed your ass with his other hand.

“Danny, call me Danny, babygirl.” He almost whispered those words to you as he leaned in closer and you could smell the faintest cologne on his shroud. He trailed his knife down your neck as you had hushed, the sharp edge plunging through the neckline of your top as he exposed the tops of your breasts as well as your bra to his eyes.

“Danny, I don't think we should do this.” You replied but your back was arching up into him to give him a better view of your assets and you found your hips rolling into him in search of some form of pleasure.

“Quit lying to my face, baby. Your body is screaming out for me.” He sounded almost pained as he sheathed his knife and instead grabbed a handful of your breast, letting out a groan. You couldn’t deny how much you liked just hearing him groan and your own interest spiked tenfold wanting to hear what other noises he’d make. You found yourself absentmindedly humping against him as he groped your body, giving out weak little whimpers as your own arousal kept rising. “You poor babe, you probably need this so bad, don’t you?” He asked, stalling his movements as he waited for a response.

“I-...” You started but you couldn’t find the words and the blush on your cheeks increased ten fold. Your hips kept rocking against him, excitement thrumming in your veins as you realized he was incredibly hard and quite big underneath those leather bindings. Your mouth went dry and you found yourself licking your lips as your eyes locked with those haunting, empty sockets.

“You’re driving me wild here, bite that lip one more time and I swear to you I won’t take it easy.” He growled the words out and your eyes widened and your immediate response was to bite your lip but you grit your teeth a little instead, obviously still hesitant about what was happening. “Just say the word, dollface. I know what you need.” He taunted, this time giving a harsh rut of his own hips up into yours and making you cry out as he rubbed directly against your throbbing clit.

“Please, Danny.” You gasped the words out, throwing your head back as a whine escaped you and you pushed your hips closer to his. You heard a satisfied chuckle from behind that mask and he took a step back as he started to undo the buckles that held his shroud together. You bit your lip in anticipation without thinking, your gaze traveling down his torso and to the bulge in his pants. With a groan, he stepped close again as he slipped one of his gloved hands down the front of your pants, surprising you but eliciting a ragged moan as his fingers teased up and down your soaked slit.

“You’re this wet for me, baby?” The words were jagged and he was obviously struggling immensely to contain his own lust. With a chuckle that sent more shivers down your spine and a gush of arousal straight to your sex, he plunged his middle finger in, teasing you by not giving you anything else. “Beg for it.” He spit out, the smirk painfully evident in his voice. As you were about to open your mouth, morals forgotten and lust clouding your vision, the sound of the exit gates filled the air of the trial. They had completed every generator and even opened the gates without checking on you. With an annoyed groan, Danny pressed another finger into your eager sex as his thumb rolled over your sensitive clit. “Guess this time it’s about you, sweetheart.” He murmured and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice. With your moans in the air and the whispers of the fog wrapping around the both of you, Danny finger fucked you with renewed vigor, groaning to himself as he plunged into you each time. “You’re so fucking wet,” He panted, his worked up state was obvious to the both of you, “I can’t wait to be inside this sweet cunt.” He spit out, his naughty words struck a chord within you and you cried out in pleasure, whimpering as you bit your bottom lip.

“Please, Danny. I’m so close.” You begged, pushing your hips closer with each plunge of his fingers, you had long since felt the knot in your lower stomach as you climbed closer to the edge. The added adrenaline of trying to reach your rushed orgasm before the entity claimed you was fuel to the fire, stroking it just right. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, your body on the verge.

“Cum for me dollface, the first of many.” He grit out, his own hips pumping idly as he thrust idly, succumbing to his own lust. You unraveled in his arms at the promise, your body writhing against his hand as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had crashed over you. It took a solid minute for the both of you to recover and your gaze flicked down to his pants, noticing a blotch of wetness and you blushed as you realized what had happened on his end. He finally hoists you over his shoulder and out of the confined locker as the both of you head to the exit gates. He landed a hearty slap onto your ass as you lay over his shoulder, unmoving and still trying to catch your breath. “I can’t wait for the next trial, dollface.”

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#dbd #dbd smut #dead by daylight #deadbydaylight #ghostface #ghostface x reader #dannyjohnson #dannyjohnson x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #jed olsen #dbd danny johnson #mypost #jed olsen smut #danny johnson smut

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daddy-deathslinger · 19 days

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Hey, I'm a big sucker for DBD imagines and posts and you're one of the top three I like.

Is it ok if I can have some imagines of Caleb, Kazan, and Trickster reacting to an s/o who LOUDLY curses in their native tongue (Like Caleb = Irish S/O, Kazan = Japenese S/O) and they let it out during a trial with them, shocking even the crows.

I rage around failing gens and evading, and I always cause a scene when I do 😅. You don't have to find any accurate swear words or curses, I like to see the build up to their reactions for it XD!

Hi there! I hope ya like what I came up with, I wanted to try and google some swears in these languages so if something's incorrect, blame google! xD

The Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn reacting to his S/O cursing in Irish:

It’s a trial like any other for you. Repair generators, flee from the killer, yadda yadda.

The killer in this trial is Caleb, so you know he’s gonna go a bit easier on you, which is good because you feel distracted this trial.

It might be the map, you hate the creepy school of Silent Hill. Nothing ever seems to go right when you’re sent to this map.

To prove your point, you suddenly get very startled while sneaking up to a generator.

BANG! It’s a corpse, it just falls right out of a locker! Right in front of you, as you’re sneaking by!

You can’t help it, the words just come out.

��Nách mór an diabhal thú! Fucking manky piece of-”

“Y/N?”

The next second, you’re startled again, this time by none other than Caleb, sneaking up behind you.

“Caleb! What in the goddamn-”

Your curses are cut short when you see the confused look on Caleb’s face.

He just stares at you, and you’re starting to wonder if he’s alright.

Then, he suddenly burst out into laughter.

He laughs and laughs, folding himself double where he stands, tears forming in his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. This thing scared me, alright?” you hiss, but Caleb only continues laughing as he leaves the room.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka reacting to his S/O cursing in Japanese:

You and Meg find each other in a trial. You decide to sneak up to a generator together, since you make a notoriously good engineer team.

The wet bamboo rustles beside you as you sit down at your silent generator, and as Meg keeps watch at first, you start working the cables.

This is easy. You know your way around generators, you’ve repaired hundreds of them by now.

Even though Kazan is the killer in this trial, you’re not nervous. He goes easy on you, and you’re not worried about Meg and her speedy legs.

Meg is still keeping watch just in case Kazan shows up, and you’re almost halfway on the generator. This is too easy, why-

BOOM!

A part of the generator explodes right in your face, and the next second all hell breaks loose.

“Kuso kurae! Motherfucker! This stupid piece of shit generator!”

You go on and on about where the generator can get lost and you don’t even notice Meg staring at you like she could kill you.

You do notice the heavy footsteps approaching, however. You go silent, just now noticing the echo from your angered voice.

Kazan looks at you, just staring from behind his mask.

Then, he grabs his sword and slowly saunters along, as if nothing had happened. You hear him mutter something to himself, then he’s gone.

The Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak reacting to his S/O cursing in Korean:

It’s just one of those days. Nothing goes right, and every possible thing fucks up.

You’re so tired of this trial, even if your Ji-Woon is the killer.

You wish this would just end already. You break every part in the generators, you can’t sneak or hide for shit apparently and on top of everything Quentin is just aimlessly staring at the wall whenever you come across him in the trial. He must be falling asleep again, stupid guy.

The cup finally spills over for you, when Ji-Woon finds you and decides to taunt you a bit.

He brandishes his knives, singing about how easy you are to catch and how useless your teammates are in this trial. It’s like a whole performance.

You sigh in anger and suddenly you shout: “Gae-sae-kki! Shut up, you idiot!”

Ji-Woon quiets down and stops in the middle of a tap dance, staring at you.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I love you”, you say. “Just, shut up! And you look stupid, dancing like that!”

A moment of silence, then Ji-Woon grins at you.

To your surprise, he leans over and kisses your cheek, then he giggles and starts walking towards Quentin, who’s now clearly asleep.

#dead by daylight #dbd #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd deathslinger #the oni dbd #the trickster dbd #kazan yamaoka #ji woon hak #the deathslinger x reader #dbd meme #the oni x reader #the trickster #the trickster x reader

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zarvasace · 7 months

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Remember when I said that I get distracted by inspiration? Oops have a BNHA FS AU. Don't take this too seriously. I'll have a few doodly comics to share later :) (images are text-heavy so descriptions below cut) (also I've only seen up to half of season 2 so) (I don't plan on doing more than some doodles for this AU) (obligatory disclaimer I am not a scientist these do not make scientific sense it's fine) (also I do not speak Japanese fluently)

Mini comic

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First image: a lineup of the five Four Swords boys, visually altered and wearing those really fun blue-and-white UA PE uniforms. Listed from left to right. Shadow is a dark gray silhouette with fluffy hair and expressive, solid white eyes. He has red sneakers. Vio is taller, and has lavender skin with crystals growing out of one side of his head. The other side has hair-shaped crystal in a "braid" over his shoulder, and he's covered with hue-shifted facets and shinies. He has knee-high black boots. Green has blond hair, and is shorter than Shadow. He looks like a normal human and wears black and green athletic shoes. Blue is taller than Green, but not as tall as Vio. He has an undercut and a tiny ponytail on the back of his head, and is rather muscular-looking. He wears light blue sneakers. Red is the shortest, with red-blond hair and solid golden eyes. He is smiling brightly and wearing blue and orange athletic sneakers.

Second image: green background, explaining Green in this AU in doodles. "Link Takehiko (bamboo, prince/boy), Green. Quirk: lungs." There is a big doodle of Green holding a sword and shield and blowing very hard. "Green's lungs are super-strong, allowing him to create wind by blowing in or out. They have a larger-than-normal capacity, too." Arrow pointing to the sword: "isn't directly offensive, so he likes weaponry for melee." Doodle of him blowing at the ground and almost upside-down: "flying is awkward, but he can manage it." Doodle of him floating face-up in water: "can hold his breath for an absurd amount of time; also floats well if he has enough air." Doodle of him blowing and someone losing their balance: "can indeed blow socks off." Doodle of him holding his breath with a strained expression: "sucking air in doesn't have as many applications, he does get hit in the face by stuff." "(Lots of three little pigs jokes)." Doodle of him with a tissue box and a medical mask flying away from his face: "sneezing is bad news."

Third image: blue background, explaining Blue in this AU in doodles. "Link Mizutani (water, valley): Blue. Quirk: waterskin." Bigger doodle of Blue running to one side, holding up his arm, which has been coated in a layer of water and deflected a broken rock. His feet also have water around them. "Blue can cover his body in a thick layer of water, which he can use to augment his natural physical ability." Arrow to his arm: "defend against ranged attacks! (Probably not bullets though)." Arrow to his feet: "absorbs some shock from impacts." That has a second arrow pointing to a smaller doodle or Blue falling, with water cushioning his fall. Doodle of him holding up both arms in front of his face, with a water shield barely covering his upper half: "can't extend too far." Doodle of him drinking from a big water bottle: "water comes from his own body. So ALWAYS drinking more." And "particular about his water bottles & filtering."

Fourth image: red background, explaining Red in this AU in doodles. "Link Hidaka (day/sun, tall/close to/a lot): Red. Quirk: fireheart." Big doodle of Red smiling and holding his hands out. His eyes have no irises or pupils but are shiny, and he's radiating dark red lines. "Red's body temperature ranges from normal human to hot enough to bend steel. The stronger his emotions, the hotter his skin." Arrow pointing to the big drawing: "very aware of how dangerous his anger or happiness can be, so tries to avoid them." And "good emotional intelligence, and is expressive despite it all." Doodle of him sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, letting off steam: "safest state is calm & content, so he has developed many strategies to remain so." Doodle of him frowning and holding out an arm, dressed in a marked-up and smoking shirt: "lots of burned clothing & immolated pencils." Doodle of him scowling and walking dramatically through something turning to liquid, with lots of red lines aroind him: "verrry dangerous when he wants to be." Doodle of him staring at a tub of ice cream with very wide, very shiny eyes: "greatest ambition: to stay calm while eating ice cream so it doesn't melt (he gets too excited.)

Fifth image: purple background, explaining Vio in this AU in doodles. "Link Murasaki (purple—not a real name XD): Vio. Quirk: quartz." Big doodle of Vio down on one knee, one arm extended in front of him. There are crystals growing from his elbow, and a few more near his wrist, which has formed into a kind of slingshot. There are also crystals extending below his boots. "Vio is made of hardened quartz rock. He can control his crystals' growth, and uses that to reshape himself and make projectiles." Arrow pointing to his head: "prefers a human appearance, but could switch it up if he wanted to (hair is fake)." Arrow pointing to his slingshot: "slingshot! For range. Has to use elastic but quite good with it." Arrow pointing to the crystals on his elbow: "projectiles." Arrow pointing to his feet: "has a lot of tricks, like this for stability—but can't always control the shape." Doodle of three hands with three different sized crystals in them, labeled "3 seconds," "10 seconds," and "30 seconds": "slow ish, proportional." Doodle of him focusing on a big growth of crystals with one hand snapped off: "totally fine breaking off pieces of himself" and "grows kinda slowly, big formations take time & can be brittle" and "cannot reshape, only grow more." Doodle of him in three different sizes, big with clothes ripped, middle, and small with clothes baggy: "max & min sizes, not too changeable (makes himself taller than Blue to annoy him.)" Doodle of him looking annoyed with crossed arms and bubbles around his head: "too heavy to swim, but also doesn't breathe so..."

Sixth image: dark blue background, explaining Shadow in this AU in doodles. "Link Mochizuki (wish, moon, full moon): Shadow. Quirk: smoke." Big doodle of Shadow looking happy, with his hands entirely faded out into a cloud of smoke behind him. He is just a silhouette with expressive white eyes. "Shadow is 20% physical and 80% gaseous. His smoke is supernaturally dark and viscous, and he can manipulate objects inside." Arrow pointing to his clothes: "wears clothes for fun and also because rules." Doodle of him seeping through the cracks around the door, happy eyes: "very mobile." Doodle of him sitting on the ground, his arm extended and turned to smoke around a tray of lunch: "a sort of telekinesis." Doodle of him holding his hand out and dripping, sad eyes: "dissolves in water." Doodle of a cloud of smoke with his angry eyes in the middle: "true form, doesn't quite expand to fill the room. Reverts when asleep." Doodle of a little ball with angry eyes and surrounded with some smoke: "condensed form: he is Gastly." Doodle of him with his top half separated from his bottom by a bunch of smoke, while a projectile passes through, smug eyes: "hard to hit (when he knows you're there.)"

#my art #four swords #fs bnha au #bnha #sure ill put it in the tag #scheduling this for a normal time to be awake for most people #happy weekend #(send me questions!! im trying to do more doodles and less finished art!!)

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clovermarigold · 7 months

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Smoke & Ice Chap.2

Italicized & Bold= spoken in Greek

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“Sister Calla!” The blond-haired boy yelled running through the Mangrove, halting Calla’s meditation. “Miche, what did I tell you about yelling” the woman opened her eyes to see the fear plaguing the young boy “Miche, what’s wrong?”. “Strangers! By the gate clearing” he finally comes in past the doorway. “How many?” Miche stammered “I don’t know! I didn’t count”.

“Were there a lot” she asked, if it was anywhere above 30 she doubted most would survive a conflict. “I don’t know… Maybe. There were around 5-10”. The woman thought for a moment, looking him over that he didn't have any injuries. Most would applaud Miche’s ability to flee, but not against a party that size with any basic training, “And they didn’t hurt you? Chase You? Threaten you?” Miche shook his head.

“You were wise to come to me. Go to Cypress. I will handle it from here”, “But-” Miche blurted before she put a hand to his mouth. “All will be well. Go” Reluctantly, Miche made his way to the training grounds, leaving her to deal with the Mangroves' new unscheduled visitors.

She had done well in giving her people a fresh start, the Mangrove, though young, was a haven to the Hamadryad. Secret from all except those who knew of the truth concerning magic and the existence of the other realms. The sound of men told Cala she had found the intruders.

“The matron is the leader of the Hamadryad. It is usually a title to be inherited, like that of grandmaster. However, the last matron did not have children. And it was instead given to the oldest of them” a voice said. So, the intruders were not lost, they came with purpose. They were in search of her. Part of her mind told her to rid the Mangrove of them, to strike before they knew she was even there. However, they had not attacked Miche or given chase. In fact, at the moment they remained still, sitting, waiting… for her.

Looking at the group, there appeared to be six of them. Four of which were dressed in Shaolin dress, the bright orange contrasting the shades of green surrounding them. The other two, however, were more difficult for her to read. Both dressed in different uniforms, standing separate from the others, both wearing masks that conceal their face.

As foreign as the group was, they showed no signs of hostile intent. That did not excuse them for entering the Mangrove, even if it wasn’t anywhere close to the main camp. Choosing to assert authority rather than to lurk in the shadows, Calla stepped out from her hiding spot. “Woah, who is Ms. Smokeshow” one of the men dressed in orange said. She was beginning to question if she was correct in her belief that these were Shaolin.

It was a questionable group to be sure. The man who spoke was most certainly an American. And the two not dressed in orange concerned you. It was obvious by how they held themselves/ mainly the one dressed in blue, that they were the seniors of the men, but beyond that. Their clothes told that they were assassins. “You are not welcome here, Shaolin. Leave”. One of the Shaolin, dressed in a bamboo hat, moved to the front. “We mean no ill intent. Were sent by Lord Liu Kang to speak with the matron of the Hamadryad”.

Liu Kang… She should have known. That snake finally sent his followers to offer their “aid” in exchange for servitude. “You are speaking to her. I have no interest in entertaining a word from Liu Kang” the man who spoke showed visible shock before recentering himself. “My apologies, matron. I am Raiden, we have been chosen by Lord Liu Kang to represent earth realm in the upcoming tournament against Outworld”.

Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the tournament. Nothing good had ever come to the Hamadryad from that cursed tradition, “I will not tell you again, lea-” the blue ninja pushed forward past Raiden causing the younger man to nearly lose his balance. “I have no time for this. The Hamadryad have neglected their duty for a near century. Are you not ashamed? ".

Reactions differed from the man’s words. Raiden as well as the gray-haired ninja reacted with shock. “Brother!” The latter was quick to grab his shoulder, only to be shrugged off. The other Shaolin, however, instead chose to place poorly hidden hands-on weapons or in fists. No doubt sensing the hostile end of their companions' verbal assault.

“What did you say to me, Shaolin?” Sounds of cracks from the earth began to grow, but it did nothing to intimidate the blue adorned intruder. “I am no Shaolin, woman. I am the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei”. “Bi han, that is enough!” The Grey ninja finally broke through to his brother, forcefully grabbing him and pushing him back so he would be in the front. “Matron, please forgive him, my brother is merely tired from our jou-”.

A loud crack followed by a whip was sounded as in a second a large spiraling root erupted from the ground, crashing into the gray man. With a crunch he landed side first into the trunk of a tree. “I warned you” With a scowl the man called Bi han lunged forward nearly landing his fist into Calla’s side. Shards of ice splintered from his hands as it collided with a tree behind her. Bi han’s recovery was quick, as he pivoted in an instant to launch forward, knee colliding with her back.

“Agh you gotta be kidding me” the man with the sword said, unsheathing his blade and rushing forward, followed in tow by the man with a steel hat. “And here you were thinking I was going to be the one to screw this up”, “Shut it Johnny” the American smirked following.

“Ahh” Calla was sent forward as pain shot through her back. Before she could hit the ground face first, she stretched out her arms to momentarily handstand, landing back on her feet with a summersault. “This is the matron of the Hamadryad. Pathetic” Bi han closed his hand encasing it in cold magic, ice vapor seeping off in plumes.

Calla’s nostrils flared at that. Young for her title? Perhaps. Limited in experience in combat with individuals of his skill caliber? Yes. But pathetic? Oh, he would regret that. She would make sure of it.

The sound of ringing steel as a katana sliced the dirt in front of her, just narrowly avoided. The swordsman pulled back, swiping repeatedly from side to side, up and down. Calla twisted and parried, struggling to dodge the onslaught of attacks. One particularly placed swing left her with no choice but to balance on one foot with the other in the air to avoid its cut. Gritting her teeth, she flipped her wrist, commanding a root to break through the ground’s surface and wrap around his legs and waist before spinning quickly and burying them both into the ground, the swordsman chest deep in soil.

The singular victory was short lived as the hatted man running approached, as did Bi han. Choosing to focus on the cryomancer, a wall of vines, thick as Forearms barreled out from the forest to separate the new threats from distracting her from him. “Winter will always bow to spring” Bi han’s eyes narrowed. “But I shall be your fall” a trail of ice coated the ground allowing Bi han to slide towards her at breakneck speed. Before he could get close enough to swipe at her, the ice shattered, long and sharp thorns piercing through at an angle. Bi han jumped back to avoid its edge.

Wet. Something liquid just rolled off his hand. Looking to his right arm, Bi han’s eyes widened to see a trail of red sliding down his arm. A cut, not one to cause worry of blood loss, but enough for a good third of his arm to be coated in blood. She had cut him. This woman had pierced the skin of the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster. Rage was all he felt, she had spilt his blood, and he would return the favor. In one swift motion, his foot was planted into her stomach, forcing her to the ground, his food still planted on her stomach. From his hands ice gathers, swirling and vicious. And with a guttural animalistic scream of rage, he pulled back his hand to-

“That’s enough!” The man in gray pulled back Bi han’s arm causing him to misfire, finally recovered from his surprise attack. “Mind your place, Tomas! -”. “Lord Liu Kang sent us here for diplomatic reasons! Not to kill the last Matron of the Hamadryad!” Bi han’s eyes looked down at Calla in anger. “...” Slowly, he lifted his foot off of Calla and released the magic in his hand.

Almost scrambling, Calla rose to her feet, taking a few steps back. He could have killed her just then. She had been too careless, she could have died, left the Mangrove without her! “Matron Calla, I beg you to forgive our transgressions” Tomas pleaded. With a crack, the wall of vines untied itself and receded to the brush, revealing the three other Shaolin who were trapped on the other side. “Go” it came out quiet, almost… afraid? “...Lord Liu Kang instructed us not to return until we convinced you to return” the way he said it was sympathetic, understanding… soft. “...You can remain here. But you are forbidden to enter the Mangrove’s heart” Tomas nodded in agreement. Calla turned, she would return home. The others would need to know, a meeting would need to be called.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #smoke and ice #tomas vrbada #sub zero x reader #smoke x reader #bi han x reader #bi han

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adobe-outdesign · 7 months

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Saw you reviewed Poltchageist before the Teal Mask dropped — so now that it’s here, what’re your thoughts on its evolution, Sinistcha?

Before we knew about Sinistcha, I was a little hesitant on Poltchageist being a convergent 'mon instead of a regional. Black tea and matcha green tea are both types of tea, so it seems like that would make more sense as a regional (as opposed to, say, coffee and tea or something). Likewise, Poltchageist's design didn't really feel like something you could mistake for a Polteageist.

However, I think Sinistcha really justifies the line's existence. Having a convergent line wherein the stages are flipped around is actually a really cool concept, and it works perfectly with the matcha tea concept (the original line goes from a cup of tea to a pot, so the convergent goes from the macha container to the prepared cup of tea). It also helps justify it being a convergent in the first place, as a regional would always have the same "base" stage, whereas a completely different 'mon doesn't have that requirement.

Outside of that, the design itself is pretty decent. It has the same color scheme as Poltchageist, and just like there, the black/brown and white base helps the green to stand out. The drippy "face" on the cup also still looks good.

Despite the line being backwards, the "bodies" of the two follow the same pattern as the original line—in other words, it starts out as a vessel with a face and then the little tea spirit fully emerges when it evolves. It works pretty well here, though I'm not sure about the legs (then again, I'm not big on Polteageist's legs either).

Also, the head area feels a bit forced. I had to look up what the thing on its head is, but it turns out its a chasen bamboo whisk used to stir matcha:

I get why it's there, as it's meant to mimic the teapot lid on Polteageist's head, but the random yellow inclusion throws the palette a little (I think it could've honestly been white and nothing would've been lost), and the overall look of the thing doesn't really feel like it goes with the rest of the design.

Aside from that however, it's still overall a fun twist on the original tea concept and really helps to bring the line together.

#sinistcha #poltchageist #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon reviews

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rose-pearls · 1 year

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Watching you go - Part 5

Summary: training starts and the interviews end with a bomb

Previous Part - Next Part

“Welcome to training. You may have heard it, but previous victors will train you during the next three days to be ready for the arena. You have each been assigned one victor, listen to them and learn everything you are able to. The evaluation will take place in three days at the end of your last day.”, the trainer says, and you can see some of the tributes looking around nervously. The previous victors are all aligned behind the trainer looking at all of you with masks of indifferences.

“No fighting between tributes and stay in your lane. Keep the aggression for the arena.”, with these final words she leaves, and the victors take it as their cue to come towards you.

“Are you ready for this?”, Gale whispers and you turn to him, making sure no one is listening.

“I don’t know, but we have two great victors helping us so it can definitely be useful.”, you whisper back and Gale nods at your words.

“There you two are, so let’s get started and stop the chitchatting.”, Johanna says before leading Gale towards another station leaving you with a smirking Finnick.

“So, I was told that you are the butcher’s daughter, so I’m assuming that you know how to work with a knife.”, you nod slowly, feeling unsure of what you should say.

“I do, but only up close and with a dead animal. Not a moving human body who is looking to kill me.”, you tell him after a moment and Finnick chuckles before coming closer.

“Well, let’s see what you can do with a knife and then we will work on your fighting skills.”, Finnick doesn’t let you answer before leaving towards the knife station at the back, knifes lining up on a rack.

The first knife you take is a small one, it would usually be used to cut small things or difficult parts of the meat. The trainer gives you a few tips and after listening to them you take up the knife and throw it at the target. The knife lands a bit to the right of the middle of the target but it’s far closer than you thought it would be.

“That’s a good start.”, Finnick says, and you nod at his words before taking another knife and continuing until your hands hurt.

“Well, you can definitely use a knife, but we should get some training done for combat, if you want to be able to use a knife you have to get close enough to the victim. And for that you need to be able to fight back.”, Finnick leads you to an open space, bamboo sticks and different kinds of weapons in wood lining up on the racks.

“Take a weapon and we’ll start.”, after taking your shoes off and taking up a sword you join him on the mats, his trident in his hand.

“Remember don’t put all of your energy immediately at the start, this is like a marathon. You need to be able to fight for a few minutes without your strength weakening.”, he says while walking around the carpet in a circle and you follow his movements, afraid of what is going to happen.

“Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you.”, he says while winking and just as you are ready to retort he attacks you, making you nearly lose your grip on the sword, but you take it back just in time. You manage to fight back for a minute or two before Finnick disarms you and you are left panting.

“Let’s start again and watch your feet.”, Finnick tells you and you nod before taking back the sword and starting all over again.

The two of you do that for the next three days, fighting with different weapons, trying to learn every single way you can fight and strike with a weapon. Finnick is a huge help and although the man could lay off the flirting, he is a great trainer. Peeta on the other hand wasn’t really a fan of it, seeing Finnick flirt with you while he couldn’t do anything was pissing him off, you could see it.

“So, why don’t we make the stakes higher for this last fight?”, Finnick asks you just before the evaluation and you look at him curiously.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”, he has a wolfish smile on his face as he looks at you and you can’t help but feel scared.

“If I win, you will tell me a secret.”, he says and you can’t help but look at him strangely for a moment, wondering why the man absolutely wanted to know a secret.

“Alright, if I win you have to tell me one.”, Finnick nods quickly before getting into position and you do the same thing.

“Don’t go easy on me Odair.”, you tell him, a warning in your voice and the blond smirks.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I’ll give you my worst.”, and with that he starts the fight.

The two of you fight for the next minutes and Finnick nearly manages to get you before you turn on yourself and manage to get him on the floor, sitting on him and holding his hands against the mat. Both of you are panting, red cheeks and sweat starting to form. Finnick is smiling up at you and you push back a strand of hair that has fallen down.

“If you wanted me so close, you could’ve just asked.”, he whispers, a smirk on his face and you roll your eyes at his words.

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass for the last three days.”, you say out of breath and Finnick laughs at your words.

“Well, you finally did. I think your ready.”, he says, and you can’t help but feel pride at his words.

A loud clearing of the throat makes you turn around and you see Peeta there looking a bit red in the cheeks, and the anger in his eyes is strong.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”, he says through his teeth, and you quickly climb off Finnick.

“No, we were just finishing the exercise, I need to get ready for the evaluation.”, Peeta nods slowly, and you want to go and reassure him that nothing happened, but you know you shouldn’t. Peeta and Katniss are still seen as a couple, so you have to hold back until you are both at the apartment.

“I’ll go with you.”, Peeta says, and you are ready to agree when Finnick interferes.

“I think it’s probably better that I go with her as her trainer, but I’ll bring her back in one-piece Peeta!”, Finnick says before taking you by the shoulders and turning you towards the evaluation center.

You manage to send a seething Peeta a quick smile and wave before being dragged away by Finnick into the hallway.

“You two are cute.”, he says after a moment of walking, and you nearly stop walking before remembering that you should act indifferent.

“I don’t know what you mean.”, you tell him, trying to keep your voice at a normal level.

“Common, bread boy is angry every time I flirt with you or get close to you and right there, I could see the smoke coming out of his ears.”, he says, and you try to find something to say to deny it.

“You don’t have to deny it, all of the victors know that Peeta and Katniss’s love story isn’t real, and that Gale and you are far more to them than what the capitol tries to make the others believe.”, Finnick says with a reassuring smile, and you can’t help but let out a sigh at his words.

“So, let me guess you flirted to mess with him?”, a smile plays on your lips as you see Finnick wink and smile at you proudly.

“Had to have some fun while doing this.”, you can’t help but laugh at his words while you continue walking down the hall.

“You still need to tell me a secret.”, you tell Finnick, and he stops walking, making you stop next to him.

“I guess it was part of the deal.”, he says quietly, and you nod, feeling weird at his sudden seriousness.

“You don’t need to if you feel uncomfortable.”, you tell him after a moment, and he smiles at your reassurance.

“You remember Annie Cresta?”, you do remember, it was a girl from four that had won her game and after seeing her district partner get beheaded by another tribute, she went crazy.

“I do.”, you tell him and Finnick sighs before looking around.

“Her and I were together, until it got too much for her and well you know the rest.”, the news had gotten around pretty fast, she had committed suicide. The memories of the arena had been too much apparently.

“I’m so sorry.”, you whisper after a moment and Finnick smiles sadly.

“Nothing you could do about it.”, he tells you and you nod slowly.

“How are you though?”, you ask him and Finnick has a small smile on his lips.

“It was difficult, and I still think of her, but I had help from my family and some of the victors. Jo was also by my side during it all.”, he has a longing smile as he speaks about her, and you can’t help but smile.

“Is there something with Johanna?”, you can’t help but ask and Finnick flinches a little at your words.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I completely understand.”, you whisper and Finnick nods slowly while looking at the wall behind you.

“She was interested in me, and I was still grieving Annie so when she tried to get too close, I pushed her away and now she is just keeping her distance from me.”, he looks sad at the words, a bittersweet smile on his face and you can’t help but feel bad.

“Maybe you should talk to her, explain her the story.”, you tell him and Finnick nods at your words.

“Maybe I should. You should have a conversation with Peeta. I can see that it’s getting too much for you.”, he says before starting to walk again and you sigh before walking with him.

“You have no idea.”

The room is filled with weapons as you enter is and you see Heavensbee and other people discussing somethings while you enter the room.

“You have 5 minutes to show us what you can do.”, the clock starts ticking and you take a couple of knifes and throw them at different targets before taking a hatchet, having learned that it was something you could handle easily.

The next thing you pick up is a trident, having learned from Finnick how to use it and just as you are finishing using it a target appears and you throw it right at it. The trident hits the middle of the target and a silence surrounds you. You turn around to look at the different people up there, looking at the target impressed, feeling the sweat rolling down your back.

“Thank you.”, Plutarch says looking impressed, a smile on his lips and you leave the room feeling sure.

“Well, now we only need to go through the interviews, and everything will be just fine. Remember Gale.”, Haymitch says while pacing in front us before turning towards Gale.

“I need to drop the bomb and then act like it was my plan all along.”, he seems tired and as Haymitch finishes his last words, most of them leave to go sleep. Peeta is on the other couch, looking at the large windows in front of him.

“Can we talk?”, you ask after a moment of silence and Peeta looks up before nodding and coming closer to you.

“What is happening?”, you ask him softly and Peeta sighs at your question before looking at you.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m jealous of Finnick and you. I’m scared of the fact that you are going into an arena and that I have a big chance of losing you.”, he whispers, and you take his hand after he finishes.

“You don’t need to be jealous of him, nothing is happening between him and I. You are the only guy I’m interested in.”, Peeta nods slowly, but he doesn’t seem reassured.

“Then why are you closer to him then you have been in weeks with me?”, the silence that accompanies his words is long and you don’t know exactly how to answer that.

“I think it’s because we don’t know how to act around each other. You came back from the games and even if you are still you, you have changed in a way. And I had to pretend to be with Gale so I couldn’t spend as much time with you as I wished I could. But all of that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you so much.”, he looks slightly emotional at your words, guilt in his eyes and you squeeze his hand.

“I have loved you since I was little and I still love you, even more every day and I don’t know what will happen in that arena, but I know I will do anything I can to come back to you.”, you whisper and Peeta let’s out a shaky sigh before coming closer to you.

“I’m sorry, that I was colder, and I never wanted you to feel alone. I guess I was just scared of hurting you and losing you that I let it take over. But I do love you, so much, you have no idea.,” he whispers back, and you smile at him lovingly.

“I think I do.”, Peeta let’s out a laugh at your words and you can’t help but smile.

The two of you smile at each other before he brings you into a loving kiss, holding your cheeks and brushing his thumb across your cheekbone. Just as Peeta deepness the kiss you spring apart at a loud cursing.

“I didn’t need to see that! Please do that in your room and not here.”, Haymitch yells and Peet and you can’t help but laugh at the reaction before leaving the room still giggling.

The stage was far bigger than you had thought it would be as you sit down in the different chairs for the tributes. They had decided to do the interviews with all the other tributes sitting behind. The interviews were long, and you were getting tired, feeling like they were taking hours. Your dress was tight, and you felt like a rib was going to crack with the corset.

“And now our female tribute from district twelve.”, Caesar yells excitedly and you exchange a look with Gale, show time.

“Hi! So happy to be here.”, you say as you sit down, and Caesar looks at the audience with a large grin.

“We are so happy to finally be meeting you. So, tell me do you feel any pressure coming into these games?”, you sigh and try to make it look like you are thinking before smiling sweetly at the audience.

“I don’t think so, I’m prepared, and I can’t wait to show it to everyone.”, the public claps in approval and you turn back to Caesar.

“Well, you better be my dear! After all, all eyes will be on district twelve after last year’s epic win!”, the crowd goes wild at his words, and you nod slowly.

“I’m ready to do this and I know that district twelve has a big chance to win.”, the crowd talks excitedly at your words, and you can’t help but smile proudly.

“After all the last Quarter Quell a tribute from district twelve won it, so who is to say it won’t happen again?”, the crowd goes wild at your words, a sweet but proud smile sitting on your face and the rest of the interviews goes smoothly. Haymitch nods at you in the public when you go back to sit down, trying to calm your beating heart.

“Gale! How are you doing?”, you turn to listen to the interview and smile as Gale manages to keep up his mysterious aura before throwing the bomb.

“So, Gale. Do you feel like there is a threat, do you feel threatened by any of the tributes?”, Gale ponders for a minute before deliberately looking at you and you do your best to look confused at his glance.

“I don’t think there is really a threat but there is favoritism.”, the words are loud and clear, and everyone seems to perk up with interest. You try to look even more confused, sitting up higher on your chair, knowing that the camera is on you.

“What do you mean by that?”, Caesar asks and Gale scoffs before looking at you again and then to the presentation.

“Well, it’s clear that Abernathy prefers saving his daughter over me.”, and the bomb has fallen. The whole room erupts in loud chatter and Caesar tries to calm them down but isn’t able to.

Gale smirks before shrugging his shoulder and going back to the chairs, you try your best to look at him with betrayal as he sits back down, and he glares back at you. The lights flicker off and the crowd is still roaring at the words.

The plan is set into motion, no turning back now.

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