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runningfrom2am · 6 months

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leveling the playing field VI

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k (she's long today DAMN)

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing

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a/n: omg it finally happened?? i couldn't resist anymore i had to :,)

anyway i wanted to pop in for a rare note and say thank you so so much to everyone reading this!! it means so much to me that people are enjoying this as much as i am enjoying writing it :)

so if you are and you wouldn't mind,, please reblog or leave your thoughts in the replies! it really helps me out so that way it can reach more people, and also it really helps motivate me to actually keep writing it bc i'll be reminded people want me to :).

thank you for reading this long ass authors note! and thanks for making it this far in the fic!!

i promise it's not over yet ;) we've still got a long way to go! so hopefully i'll see y'all soon when the next part comes out !

xoxo, raye

You walked back to the academy, still too high on adrenaline to even consider sleeping at that point. By the time Coryo made it back in, it was nearly eight am. You totally understand him wanting to get a bit of extra sleep, considering the night you just had- but who knows how long he was with Dr. Gaul.

Other mentors had started to arrive before he did, and almost everyone made it clear they didn't want to speak with you. You didn't have the energy to chat anyway, you didn't want to. You're endlessly relieved when Coryo arrives, notifying you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder. You jump at this, regardless of his effort to not scare you.

The chair scrapes across the floor and you feel everyone's eyes on you at the dramatic reaction. To him, it really wasn't shocking.

"Sorry- I'm sorry." You chuckle, quickly getting up to give him his spot back.

"Have you slept?" He asks, making no effort to reclaim the desk, noticing how your hands are shaking as you motion for him to sit.

You aren't sure what the safer answer is. Yes, I slept while I was supposed to be watching over Lucy Gray? Or no, I'm still running on the two hours I got a couple of days ago? Neither is very promising, so you decide to just be honest.

"No, uh, I've been watching for Lucy Gray." You point to the screen, unable to control the trembling of your hand as you do. "I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, so I just decided to start drinking coffee a few hours ago. Might as well commit." You explain, trying to force positivity into your tone and a smile on your face.

Coryo eyes you warily. "You should go home. Get some rest."

"No! No, I'm fine." You insist. "I'm not missing it."

"Go home and sleep." He says again, sternly this time. You tend to listen to him when he's commanding so he clung to that approach, but the look in your eyes immediately makes him regret it.

You look down, then back to your seat on the bench. You take a shaky breath before locking eyes with the blonde again. You're full of impulses that contradict each other. To listen to him, to snap and tell him not to speak to you like that, or to storm out and never come back. Realistically, he is under a ridiculous amount of stress. You can't blame him for being a little commandeering. After all, it's what he is meant to do. It's what he's been raised for. "I told you. I can't."

Realization dawns on him and he stares at you for a second, eyes widening. "Right." He nods slightly, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. "Just go lay down on the bench." He accentuates his point by shaking the jacket.

You smile, taking it gratefully. "Thank you, Coryo."

"'Course." He nods, finally moving to sit down once you walk away. You settle down on the bench and curl up, your head resting on his bunched-up uniform jacket like it's a pillow. You're not sure you've ever been so comfortable, and you're asleep within a minute.

Coriolanus wonders if his coat will smell like raspberries when you return it.

"What's he doing?" You hear Coryo's accusatory voice before you even open your eyes. As you try and shift, adjusting to the sounds of everyone around you, you come back to reality. No wonder your neck is sore as soon as you sit up, sore from your wooden bed, with no time to really wake up before you're hit with the realization of what's happening on the screen.

"I-I don't know!" Lysistrata says, assumingly replying to him.

You're squinting at the lights as you adjust, the figures of Lucy Gray and Jessup becoming clear as he chases her in her rainbow dress out of the tunnel and across the floor, booking it toward a pile of debris that would allow her to climb up into the stands.

"What's happening?" You ask pointlessly, standing now that you see Coryo is as well.

Lysistrata looks at you, shrugging helplessly as she stands next to Coryo.

"Hey! You promised me that if I-" You start, pacing toward the girl with determination, anger burning up in your chest and in your eyes.

"Y/N/N, wait-" Coriolanus holds his hand out to stop you, effectively his attack dog, from getting any closer. From telling her off for blowing your deal. He squints closer at the screen, not saying a word, just leaving you in a limbo- unsure what to do.

As the camera zooms in on the tribute, his theory is confirmed. Jessup has a white foam surrounding his mouth, and Coryo looks at you knowingly. Had Lucy Gray poisoned him? Surely not, he was her only ally. It was too early to take him out, but maybe she didn't think that through, maybe-

"Rabies." You say, hardly above a whisper, eyes locked back on the screen now as well. "That's why the medications didn't help."

Coriolanus is relieved by this explanation, it makes so much more sense. But only knowing what's wrong doesn't help Lucy Gray, Jessup is still fully feral, chasing her up in the stands on wobbly legs as she makes her way to what is left of a concession stand.

"If she can just stay away, he won't last long in this state." Lysistrata says, looking on with sadness in her eyes. "Poor Jessup..."

"Coryo." You say, ignoring her sympathies, seeing Coryo's mind running miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. "Do you remember those posters in the war? When the rabies breakout happened?" You ask, holding onto his arm, giving him a light shake to snap him out of it. "They said that-"

You don't get to finish before he's reaching for the comunicuff. Water, of course.

"Wait." Lysistrata stops him, grabbing the arm that was reaching for the screen.

"Don't touch him! Jessup's going to die anyway! All we can do is try to keep him away- you just said that!" You fire off at her.

"I know, Y/N." She lets him go, holding her hands out defensively. "Let me do it. He's my tribute, after all."

"Lyssie... You don't have to do that." Coriolanus tells her, and you feel guilty for snapping on her like that. She was just trying to help.

"If Jessup can't win, I want it to be Lucy Gray. That's what he would want, too." She explains, stepping back to her desk, tapping away at the screen and sending in water bottles on faulty drones that are more likely to knock the tributes out and smash the bottle than successfully deliver it to their hand.

Thankfully, this is what you want. You watch quietly as Jessup is bombarded with drones programmed to seek out his features, and Lucy Gray drops behind some of the seats to avoid any flying glass or stray drones. He swings helplessly at them with a board he picked up somewhere along the chase, and you glance at Lyssie for only a second, which is long enough to pick up on the fact that she's crying. God, that's probably your fault.

He trips and falls off the stands, bones audibly cracking on impact. Everyone in the room is silent as Lucy Gray reemerges, climbing down to be at his side.

"God, please don't let him die alone..." Lysistrata whispers, hardly audible even to Coriolanus, who's stood right next to her.

"She won't." He whispers back. "It's not her style."

You swallow, drowning in your own guilt while Lucy Gray is talking to the dying boy, stroking his hair and telling him to go to sleep until his eyes lose all sense of life, chest halting. She closes his eyes gently, which cues the buzzer announcing his death.

"Lyssie..." You stop her as she stands to leave, her eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing."

She laughs slightly, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Y/N. I know you, okay? I get it. Don't apologize if you don't mean it." Until she finished speaking, you didn't realize her laughs were bitter. "You can't keep taking out your anger issues on everyone else. I'm sick of it, everyone is sick of it- sick of you." She says, not giving you the chance to defend yourself before she's gone. You did mean it, but it's not like she'd ever believe that. You had done this to yourself.

You straighten your shoulders, turning to face the screen again. "Lysistrata will come around." Coryo says, sensing the tension radiating off your skin like a heater.

You just slightly shake your head. "Maybe I... Maybe I should go home. Just for a bit." You say, but it comes out more as a question.

"You should stay." He states, offhandedly sending some food in for Lucy Gray before turning to face you fully. He could guess why you don't want to go home, whether or not you were explicitly told to not return until the games were done, though, he doesn't know. Either way, for him, it wasn't worth the risk.

"Actually, yeah, you're right." You sniff. "I'm just having a moment. I'll be fine." You force a smile, blinking rapidly to push back those stubborn tears that wanted to spill.

"No, no that's not what I meant. I just meant..." Coryo trails off.

"It's okay." You smile and nod. "Can I just get some air, then? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Please. Don't rush on my account." He nods. "But don't stray too far."

"Yes sir, Mister President." You joke, giving him a lazy salute before heading for the door.

You had been gone for a while, far too long for Coriolanus's comfort. Lucy Gray retreated into the tunnels after receiving the food he sent and seeing Reaper come back into the clearing. Now, with Lucky rambling on about the weather again, he felt like he would snap.

He double-checks once more that Lucy Gray is, in fact, still hiding, before he gets up to go after you.

It doesn't take Coryo long to find you, due to him tracking down the sound of crying in the hall. No doubt in his mind it was you, but he'd never seen you cry before.

You stop at the sound of footsteps, frantically wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve as you make an effort to stand. By then, he's in front of you.

"Don't get up." He says, crouching down in front of you. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know exactly why you're crying, or how to help. He wishes he did, he would do just about anything. "What do you need?"

You shake your head, forcing a smile and trying to stand anyway. Coryo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "I-I don't.." You start, but as soon as you speak the tears start flowing again and you feel like you can't breathe.

"It's okay. Hey, you're okay." He says, pulling you into his arms, effectively onto his lap as he sits back. One thing he knows that works with you is a hug- it's all he can do while he thinks over what could be the root of your problem, or was it just that Lysistrata's comment pushed you over the edge? You were overtired, overworked, and this easily could have been the last straw.

Through your tears, you try to tell him that you're fine, but you just stutter and spit and you know you're a mess- a mortification to your family.

"I'm not sick of you, Y/N." Coryo says, rubbing your back. Feeling your hair between his fingers and trying not to tangle it or pull it by mistake. "I could never get sick of you."

It surprises him when you laugh. Of all things, a laugh. It was just so you.

His statement was more of a confession to himself than to you, and when you pull back he's scared. Was it not about that? Was he way off base, or incredibly unhelpful and somehow offended you?

You sniff, wiping your eyes again. "Thanks," You chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't have to say that."

Coryo tilts his head, confusion knitted into his expression. "I do." He insists, able to look into your eyes now. "I have to tell you that because it's the truth."

You sigh, smiling slightly. Sadly. "You don't see it."

"See it? See what?"

You just shrug, making no attempts to move away. His hands on you, the feeling of him almost surrounding you is comforting. You want to live in it forever, but you know you can't. "Just... That I'm me, I guess." You say, voice cracking. "You're unflinching to it." You're abrasive sometimes, defensive, and some would call you an overall angry person. He doesn't see you that way, and you're not sure why. Today you were slapped in the face with the fact that your actions have consequences more serious than what your parents can make up for with money or unwritten agreements.

"What's wrong with being you?" He asks rhetorically, not giving you a chance for you to argue before he continues. "You did the right thing. They're jealous- that's all it is. None of them fight for what they want like you, they just sit around and wait for it to be handed to them on a silver platter, and you could too, but you're better than that. You're better than them. Stronger than them."

With his hands now moved up to your shoulders, he's shaking you gently, trying to get your mind to soak in what he's telling you. To believe it, because he knows he's right. The reason others avoid you is the very reason he is drawn to you- your ambition is unmatched, except, maybe, by his own.

"Do you understand, Y/N?" Coryo asks, pressing one hand to your cheek and staring deep into your eyes as if he could somehow look into your mind and grab hold of what Lysistrata said, replacing it with his vision of who you are. "You are perfect. They are fools."

Your smile had gone, ready to fight his point, but it returned by the time his rant was done, blush creeping its way across your cheeks and over your nose. "Perfect is a bit of a strong word." You speak softly. "Don't you think?"

"No. I don't." He shakes his head slightly, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

The air became thick with everything he said circulating in your head like a carousel. A relentless spinning cycle with Coryo's every word circling around itself and caging in your panic. The spinning seemed to slow after a moment, as if giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Seemingly, in your experience with him, compliments were few and far between. To others, anyway. Not that you were keeping track, but if receiving compliments from Coriolanus Snow was a race you would be winning by a mile, and that's exactly what it felt like every time.

He tilts your chin up again, the same way he had just a couple of days ago in the arena, drawing your eyes back to his. It takes every ounce of his focus to keep his hand from shaking.

Truth be told, the desperate honesty in his eyes was enough to convince you he was right. You are better than them, smarter than them, stronger than them. If Lysistrata and your other classmates chose to hate you for that, that was because of fear. You'd be lying if you tried to say it didn't make you feel better, even powerful. Coriolanus thought it was right, so how could it not be?

You smile, nodding slightly within his grasp. "You're right, aren't you?"

"Always." He validates your entire thought process just like that.

You can't help it anymore. The power of his words push you past the brink, leaning forward to meet his lips with your own. Coryo pulls you forward with his firm and gentle hold on your cheek, meeting you half way. And as he kisses you, heart pounding out of his chest, you both feel fucking invincible.

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cheesysoup-arlo · 21 days

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Just a kiss right? (pt. 2)

(pt. 1)

“Ok so this isn’t a prank? and you both actually like me? Don’t get me wrong, I trust you guys but you guys have also destroyed each other’s lives and this would be the perfect way to destroy mine but I’m not saying that you guys would do that I’m just…scared” you said freaking out and rambling “I totally understand why you’re worried but I promise this isn’t a prank, we really like you y/n. we’ve worked past our conflicts and we’re doing a lot better” Janis said with a reassuring smile “there’s still stuff we have to work on and honesty is going to be very important in this- for us” Regina added on “does this mean we’re girlfriends or does this just mean we like each other and we’re gonna see what happens because I’m fine with either but also saying I’m dating the two most beautiful girls I’ve ever met would be awesome” you say smiling like a dork, earning a small chuckle from Janis “girlfriends?” Regina said looking at Janis “you don’t have to say yes, I don’t even know why I brought it up, god I’m so stupid” saying the last part under your breath hoping the girls didn’t hear you “don’t say that y/n, you’re not stupid, you’re smart and kind and funny and so not stupid don’t ever talk about yourself like that again” Regina said a little upset, not at you necessarily but upset that you would think about yourself like that “I’ll leave it up to you Reg because I’d absolutely love it but I don’t want to make you feel lol you have to if you’re not ready” Janis said looking at Regina “I think I want this but I’m scared…” Regina said looking down at her hands, you gently grab Regina’s hands and she looks up at you, her eyes starting to fill up with tears “Reggie what’s wrong, talk to us” you say wiping a tear that fell on Regina’s cheek “I don’t know this is just a lot- a lot of new, it’s a good new but” Regina was cut off by a big hug from you and Janis “can we just not tell people yet I’m not really ready?” Regina said leaning on you “of course Reg, we’ll wait till you’re ready, I’m really proud of you for communicating your feelings I know that’s hard for you sometimes” Janis said kissing Regina’s forehead “So girlfriends but not telling anyone yet?” You asked “mhm” Regina said with a nod “sooo my amazing blonde girlfriend can I give you a kiss” you say with a little giggle “get over here you dork” Regina says pulling you in for a kiss “um I’m feeling a little left out over her” Janis said pretending to be offended “uh oh y/n it looks like we gotta smother Janis in kisses” Regina says trying not to laugh “oh yeah definitely” you say starting to attack Janis’ cheek with kisses and Regina kisses Janis on the lips, when Regina pulled away Janis said “I think I can get used to this” you all started giggling. “Wanna watch a movie?” Regina asked “ooo yes” you said laying on Regina’s big bed “J, can you set up a movie while I get snacks” Regina asks stoping in her bedroom door frame “of course I can” Janis says turning on the tv to find a movie. By the time Regina comes back up you and Janis are snuggled up waiting for her with a movie you guys have seen a million times but still love “aw you two are adorable” Regina says after setting down the snacks and taking a picture “Reggie get over here and cuddle with us so we can start the movie” you three cuddle and eat snacks for most of the movie till you notice Janis starting to dose off “psst Reggie, I think our girlfriend is getting sleepy” you whisper over to her “oh baby I think you’re right, hey bubs you sleepy?” Regina asks Janis “hmm mhm sorry” Janis mumbles cuddling in closer to the blonde “good night J, we’ll be here when you wake up, get some rest cutie” you say kissing her forehead. Janis falls asleep between you and Regina while Regina puts on a second movie. You both eventually start falling asleep too. “Reggie?” You mumble “hmm baby?” Regina replied sleepily “I’m getting sleepy” you say then yawn “me too baby, go to sleep you’re safe here” Regina said reaching over Janis to boop you on the nose “good night babe” you say dosing off “good night baby”

A/N: tbh forgot about so I’m sorry if it sucks lol

#mean girls #janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #janis ‘imi’ike x reader #regina x janis x reader #regina george x reader #janis x regina

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morganski-19 · 4 months

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Steve is watching Robin. Not in like a creepy way, but in like an observant way. He's seeing her orbit around Nancy as they do various things. Constantly circling her, because she can't stand still and likes to walk when she talks, walking away slightly but then coming back into Nancy's space.

And Nancy's letting it happen. Learned to let Robin go and do her thing, Nancy turning her head to face Robin at the more important parts. To show that she's listening, but also not doing it constantly so she doesn't get dizzy.

It would be normal, except it isn't. Not when Robin starts to stutter when Nancy looks at her, and not when she actually stops talking for a second when Nancy touches her.

The thing about Robin is that she can talk and talk for hours on end without interruption. It's actually a skill that Steve admires half the time, letting her voice fill the space when his brain gets too busy with its own thoughts. But she never stops, not even when drugged in a Russian bunker, and not even when walking through an alternate dimension hellscape. are only two ways

There are only two things that get Robin to stop for a second before continuing again. Food. And a girl she's interested in.

And there's no food in sight.

A while later when Nancy leaves, Robin flops down on Steve's couch, taking up as much space as possible. Steve shoves her legs off of the cushion before sitting next to her.

"So, Nancy?" he asks casually.

Robin sits up so fast that she gets dizzy. "What about Nancy?"

Steve laughs. "I know when you like someone, Robin. How long?"

He tries not to make it accusatory because it's really not. He's only slightly offended that she didn't tell him, but can understand why she didn't.

"A few weeks, kinda also sort since spring break." She starts. "I'm so sorry. I know she's your ex and that has to be weird because I'm your best friend. And I promise if it is weird I will totally get shove it down and let it go. It's just another stupid crush that won't go anywhere anyway, she doesn't like girls, and I didn't even mean for it to happen. She's just such a badass that I think the wires in my brain got severed and connected wrong because she's your ex and I shouldn't like her but I do and I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean it."

"Robin, Rob. It's ok." He calms her. "I don't care. Well, I care because you're my best friend, but I don't care that she's my ex."

"You don't? Isn't there some sort of bro code or something that prevents this?"

Steve snorts. "No, not for us. If you like her, like her. I'll support it. You know that the whole spring break thing was a trauma-induced fluke in my system. I don't like her, and I don't care that you do."

Robin visibly deflates. "Oh thank god, I was so scared to tell you and you would freak out."

"Nothing you could ever do would freak me out. Within reason. There is one thing though."

"What?"

"I think you might have a chance with this one. I know how Nancy looks when she likes someone too, and it's pretty clear to me that she liked you."

Robin's face breaks out in a blush. "You think so?"

"I know so."

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smytherines · 1 month

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I often wonder if I would feel differently about The Staircase Scene if I had seen SAF when it first came out in 2016. The first time I saw it was probably around October or November of 2023, and like... the context is different now.

Whatever we want to say about the personal story arcs of these characters (and I know I'm in a tiny minority because, for me, killing Owen does not constitute a satisfying close to Curt's arc, that's totally fine), there is the very real issue of the sociopolitical context that this scene takes place within- both in their time (1961) and in ours.

One very cool thing about SAF is that, in order to understand these characters better, a lot of younger queer folks end up learning about the Lavender Scare, about Executive Order 10450- which officially prohibited gay people from working for the US government- for the first time. That's an incredible, precious thing to me. Yay queer history! It's important!

The show itself never addresses the fact that both the US and UK governments had very public, very brutal campaigns equating homosexuality with communism with being a traitor to your country. But if you want to understand these characters, and especially write fanfiction, you're really incentivized to teach yourself some fundamentally important aspects of queer history.

In the 54 Below concert, before singing Not So Bad, Brian Rosenthal talks about how when they were developing the show they thought N@zis were more or less a thing of the past, that they're fully aware of how differently that song might be taken now after an escalation into a more open embrace of fascism in the US. And they're absolutely right about that.

But I think that's also perhaps an issue with the staircase scene, or at least it is for me. Obviously homophobia and transphobia were not "fixed" in 2016, they were still massive problems resulting in violence and discrimination and brutality. But institutionally, at least, you could look at the situation and point to some things that were gradually getting better.

In 2016 trans youth in my state were legally allowed to receive gender affirming care. In 2024, they are not. It's not that homophobia and transphobia went away and then came back, but there was a very real resurgence of the use of the media and of governmental power to inflict pain on queer & trans people and chase them out of public life- bathroom bans, gender affirming care bans, Don't Say Gay laws, trying to make drag illegal, equating queer and trans people with pedophilia. There has been a big cultural shift back towards the same kind of violent governmental moral panic that our beloved Curt & Owen would have lived under.

Whatever we want to say about these characters and this story (and there's tons of fascinating debate there), there is still the base of a gay man killing his ex-lover ostensibly to protect US foreign policy objectives. Killing the man he loves- or loved, at least- to protect the secret that he is gay. And that hits different for me now.

I watch that scene and it is heartbreaking on a personal level, but its also heartbreaking as a queer person who just wants to scream "your government will destroy you for being gay, you don't owe them shit!"

Owen tries to explain that the surveillance network is happening, that the future won't wait for Curt to catch up. Barb has been saying she's working on the same thing for the US government the entire show, but Curt just kept ignoring her. And I just want to say "Curt, honey, what do you think your government is going to do to you with that surveillance system? Do you think you're useful enough to keep around even though you have sex with men? Because I promise you they will not care."

It feels tragic to me because on some level it seems like Curt would actually be safer with another gay man having control of all the world's secrets than he will be if the government he has dedicated his life to gets their hands on that same technology.

And the thing is, having a tragic ending doesn't make the show bad. This show is great. This scene is spectacular. It makes you think, it makes you feel things, it does all the stuff that great art is supposed to do. Absolutely none of what I'm saying here is meant to denigrate the show as a musical or a story or even a queer story. I hope it doesn't come off as me saying "actually this show is bad," because I don't feel that way at all.

Clearly I live and breathe this show. That's why I spend all my time on here analyzing every scene, every frame, every facial expression. I love this show so much that I can't help but deconstruct it and look at all its component parts- including the sociopolitical context both now and in 1961. Because that context, despite never being explicitly mentioned, is important to our understanding of these characters.

I love these characters so much that it's actually pretty difficult for me to watch A2P7 anymore, because the staircase scene is so emotionally devastating to me that it's hard to try to swing back into that more comedic tone (even though Spy Dance is a certified bop).

I'm not even sure what my point is with all of this, other than to say that Spies Are Forever is a show that is great and fun and funny as written/performed, and becomes gradually more emotionally devastating when you rewatch it or when you understand the subtext of it. When you can engage with the themes of gender and sexuality, surveillance and technology, trauma and trust, and tease out even more satisfying theories around this show.

So yeah. It's a musical. It's about spies.

#spies are forever #tin can bros #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #saf #tcb #its about spies

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yikesharringrove · 11 months

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I think a lot about Steve and Billy becoming foster parents.

I think about them, mid-thirties, welcoming two kids into their home. A brother and a sister. A fifteen year old boy, and a two year old girl.

And clearly, they’ve been through some shit.

The baby is easy. She’s shy at first, and clings to her brother for the first few weeks, but she warms up easily to Steve and Billy. (Especially when Billy sneaks her cookies and Steve is always down for a little snuggle.

It’s the boy who is hard to crack.

He’s been in and out of foster situations his entire life. If it weren’t for his sister, and the fact that his social worker was actually doing a good job of not splitting them up, he feels like he’d be in his on. Our in a boys’ home.

But he’s seen foster parents that seem kind, but have some ulterior motive. Or call the social worker when they can’t handle his trauma.

So he pushes back.

The first day he’s at Steve and Billy’s, he throws a plate at the wall.

He doesn’t miss the way Billy has a white knuckled grip on the kitchen counter, or the way he leaves the room the second it looks like Steve’s got it under control.

And he assumes, that Billy was trying to hold himself back from smacking him. That he left to call social services.

He doesn’t bother to unpack.

But the next day, no one comes to take him away.

In fact, he startled awake to a soft tap on his bedroom door, and a voice telling him that breakfast is ready, please come downstairs when you’re ready.

He doesn’t. He doesn’t go downstairs all day.

And every few hours there’s a knock and a voice telling him to come down for some food.

He only leaves when the voice tells him that his sister keeps asking for him.

And there’s a plate of food for him in the microwave, and Steve gives Billy a knowing look before taking his sister off to bed.

He knew it was a fucking rouse.

And he wolfs down his meal, expecting Billy to tell him they’ve spoken with the agency, and they’re keeping his sister but kicking him to the curb.

“I need to tell you that you’re not going anywhere. No matter how much you push against us, we promised to care for you. You’re staying here.”

“Is that a threat?”

Billy smiled.

“Nah. It’s just true. You would never leave your sister anywhere without you.”

“Yeah? How the fuck do you know?”

And he wanted that stupid smile to fall off Billy’s face. But it didn’t.

“Because I was you. It didn’t matter how often my dad beat the shit outta me. I stayed there to make sure he never did it to my sister. We’d never, ever, do anything to hurt either of you, but you’ve been hurt too many times to trust that yet. So what you can do, is stop acting out. You don’t have to let us in. You don’t have to start calling us your dads and shit, but please. Accept that we want you here. That we want to take care of you.”

And he’s fucking stunned, because this is not at all what he thought this conversation was gonna be.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I assume the worst.”

“That’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. We won’t push, and like I said. You don’t have to let us in, but we’re here for you.”

He sniffed, and Billy’s hands flexed on the table, like he wanted to reach out and touch him.

“I thought you were gonna tear me a new one about last night. I thought you were gonna send me back.”

“No. I mean, Im not exactly excited about the glass I had to clean up. And your sister was scared shitless, she’s been freaked out all day, make sure you go see her before bed. But, I understand. I know what it’s like to feel like everyone will give up on you, so you might as well push them away. And I’m sorry I left. To be honest, the plate thing, it really freaked me out.”

And that made sense, because of what Billy told him about his own father.

He’s been on the receiving end of a broken dish before, too.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I mean, Please, never do it again, but your anger and your fear is totally okay. I can help you cope. I’ve been in more therapy than you could even dream.”

And billy kind of had a spark in his eye, one that said it’s really okay.

I just think it’s be neat.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #yikes writes #I have so many more thots about this #I’m thinking…………I’m opening up my wip doc…………………I’m experiencing thots……………….

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sasusakucoded · 7 months

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After Sasuke and Naruto released the infinite tsukuyomi, Kakashi asked his team to go back to Konoha.

Kakashi: I'll carry Naruto. Sakura, you carry Sasuke.

Sasuke: What? No! I can walk.

Naruto: Yeah right. After draining your chakra for undoing the tsukuyomi?

Sakura: It's—It's fine, Sasuke-kun.. I promise no one will see us. I'll move fast.

Sasuke: ...

Kakashi: If you're embarrassed to be carried by Sakura, then let me take you instead. Maybe she can piggyback Naruto–

Sasuke: I'm not. I— Well— If it's fine with her.

Kakashi: *looks at Sakura for confirmation*

Sakura: *nods* Yes.. It's okay..

Naruto: Hey, no fair! Why is no one asking me for my preference, dattebayo?!

Kakashi: *laughs* Let's go. We'll head somewhere more hidden, Sakura. Follow me.

Sakura: Hai, Kakashi-sensei! *helps Sasuke get up* Go on.. *motions to go behind her*

Sasuke: *follows but doesn't know where to put his hand or how he'll climb*

Sakura: *realizes his confusion* G-Give me your hand, Sasuke-kun. *guides*

Sasuke: *finally on her back* I'm heavy.. Sorry..

Sakura: Not at all. You're actually light.. *hides her blushing*

Sasuke: And sorry, I'm full of blood and sweat.

Sakura: It's fine. /thinks/ He's still the same.. He hates it when his clothes get dirty.. I guess he never really changed..

Naruto: Oi, how long are you two going to delay this?

Sakura: *simultaneously* Shut up! Chaaaa!!

Sasuke: *simultaneously* Shut up!

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Kakashi: *brings Sasuke inside the interrogation room* I'll take it from here, Sakura.

Sakura: Can't he be checked up first like Naruto?

Kakashi: I'm afraid not.. He's still being treated as a criminal. The Kages, me included, still have to deliberate.

Sakura: I see.

Kakashi: Don't worry. I'll do my best for him to be pardoned.

Sakura: Please, Kakashi-sensei.

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It was a busy day for Kakashi. There were lots of affairs that need to be attended by the Hokage.

Kakashi: Oh, hi Sakura! It's late. You're still here?

Sakura: Yeah.. Um.. I'm just wondering if I can bring food for Sasuke tomorrow.

Kakashi: *stands up* Ah, I totally forgot! I'm so sorry! I was consumed with my negotiations to lift his charges, so I forgot to check if he has eaten.

Sakura: Sensei..

Kakashi: Come, let's see him!

He left with Sakura and they went to Sasuke's location hurriedly. He asked the warden if food was served to him.

Kakashi: Has Uchiha Sasuke eaten yet? When was his last meal?

Warden: No, sir. Sorry. Everyone is scared to go near him..

Kakashi: *sighs* From tomorrow onwards, make sure he eats on schedule. Are we clear?

Warden: Yes, Lord Sixth. Sorry for not informing you earlier.

Kakashi: It's fine. But remember that anyone inside this building deserves to eat too.

Sakura: *looks upset* Can we buy him some food first?

Kakashi: Yeah. Sorry, Sakura. *takes her to the nearest store*

Sakura: *quietly gets some snacks*

Kakashi: Sorry, Sakura. It's my fault.

Sakura: No, don't say sorry, sensei. Besides, the reason why you're very busy is for his welfare.. Let's just go quickly and give him his meal as soon as we can..

Kakashi: Right.

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Sakura: *sees him from afar* Th-That's Sasuke-kun? Does he really need to be restrained and blindfolded like that?

Kakashi: Unfortunately, yes. He's still very dangerous in eveyone's eyes.. Especially the other 4 Kages.

Sakura: But— *sighs* I'm sorry for complaining..

Kakashi: Don't worry, I understand.

They entered the cell and Sasuke knew his visitors instantly.

Kakashi: Hey, sorry. I forgot to check in on you.. You must be very hungry.

Sasuke: I'm okay.

Kakashi: Sakura is with me.. She'll feed you. I have to go back to the office.

Sasuke: *nods*

Kakashi: Sakura, I'll leave him up to you. The warden will watch over until you're done, okay? I have to go.

Sakura: *nods* Thanks, Kakashi-sensei! *sits in front of Sasuke* S-Sasuke-kun.. I brought some onigiri and tomatoes.. I-I was supposed to get apples too but they don't allow knife inside, so I won't be able to peel them.. The tomatoes.. They're a little bigger than cherry tomatoes but they're still bite-sized.. I-I'll feed you the onigiri now.. *opens the wrapper and brings the onigiri near his mouth*

Sasuke: *takes a bite*

Sakura: Is it good? Uh— Sorry— I didn't mean to—

Sasuke: *nods* /thinks/ Why are you still nice to me, Sakura? After all that I've done?

Sakura: Let me know if you want to drink. I brought water and iced tea.

Sasuke: *nods and takes another bite*

Sakura: *opens another onigiri* Here.. Sasuke-kun, do you want more after this one?

Sasuke: Can I have the tomatoes next instead?

Sakura: Of course! I also bought soup but you might feel hot..

Sasuke: Yeah.. Just the tomatoes and water.. Then I'm good.

Sakura: Sure! Um.. Sasuke-kun.. Is your arm okay? Does it hurt?

Sasuke: It doesn't hurt. You healed it well.

Sakura: Good..

Sasuke: /thinks/ It's good that I'm blindfolded. I can't face her like this.

Sakura continued feeding him and asked if he needed anything. She gathered her things and prepared to leave.

Sakura: I'm going now, Sasuke-kun.. *stands up*

Sasuke: Sakura.

Sakura: *surprised that he called her* Hm?

Sasuke: Thanks.

Sakura: *smiles* You're welcome! I'll be back tomorrow to bring you some snacks. Bye, Sasuke-kun! *gives a final look then leaves*

Sasuke: *smiles with his head down*

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 236

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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First Kisses. Killers. Part 3.

Deathslinger, Spirit, Legion (Julie), Legion (Frank), Trapper

Deathslinger

Caleb might be one of the greatest bounty hunters out there.

He can put fear into the strongest and bravest of people.

You? Giving you the affection you deserve?

Scares the ever-living shit out of him.

How can he give you a kiss when he can't even find the confidence to approach you with a hug?

He wants to be the one to give you the first kiss.

Kind of man up and just do it.

But he isn't a brute.

He wants this to be special for you.

If he ruins it... Oh God he doesn't want to think about that.

It's going to be somewhere secluded.

He doesn't want any shit or taunting from any of the others.

He's going to need a couple of drinks before he tries.

It's going to be sudden, quick, and messy.

And his eyes will be closed.

He's going to grab you by your cheeks and just head on kiss.

A little too much force, your lip might be bleeding. But you know he doesn't mean it.

Make sure you give him praise and reassurance after.

Lord knows he's not confident in the whole love thing.

Spirit

Uhh. That's... That's not safe.

Rin is covered in glass and all.

Not that she doesn't want a kiss.

But she worries about your safety.

She's also very traditional. So dating might not be something totally up her alley.

But she's trying.

And she really really loves you.

You'll have to make the first move.

And you're going to have to be really careful.

No PDA. Not her thing.

A little peck on the cheek is how we're going to start.

Her face is going to go from blue to red.

It's really cute.

Give he a little time. She'll get there.

Legion (Julie)

Julie's got experience.

She's also the dominant type.

It wouldn't matter if her partner was male, female, or neither.

She's the one in charge.

And she's the one giving the first kiss.

In public? Sure. Why the Hell not?

In private? Whatever, doesn't matter to her.

The kiss is going to come out of no where.

Like, it's just going to happen.

She's going to grab the back of your head and pull you in.

She's going to make it the best damned kiss you've ever had.

And if it isn't?

Well, she's going to keep at it till it is.

Legion (Frank)

Frank can talk the talk.

AKA: he's a cocky bastard.

But when it comes time to walk the walk?

He's a little more nervous.

In private, he's much more shaky.

He feels a lot more pressure to perform.

He'll shake a bit, but he really wants you to understand how much he loves you.

In public?

Fake it till you make it.

Except he's actually really good.

You're going to have to stop him so you can breathe though.

You guys, check it out. I got me this hottie.

Let him show you off.

Trapper

Evan is old school.

And by that I mean he's very much that type of dominant but gentleman type.

He wants the moment to be perfect.

He's courting his lover after all.

Dinner date. A walk. Stop by somewhere romantic.

Like I said, old school. He's a very traditional guy.

He's the one to give the first kiss.

He has to be.

It's a soft kiss.

With your permission of course.

He has to be a gentleman.

It's a gentle kiss.

One that he'll make sure you'll remember.

After the kiss, his forehead is pressed against yours.

Promises of undying love and protection will be exchanged.

He can't believe he could end up with someone like you.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd trapper #dbd spirit #dbd legion #dbd julie #dbd frank #dbd deathslinger

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cwritesforfun · 8 months

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Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader: I might love you

You’ve been best friends with Steve for 7 years. You’ve seen him grow from a scrawny tween to a confident adult. Sure, his heart may have been broken by Nancy and a few others, but that doesn’t stop him from going on dates with random girls and trying to find love. However, the only girl he really wants to date is Y/N L/N, his best friend, and he’s scared of how she’d take it. The only guy Y/N wants to date is Steve and she’s afraid of being rejected by her only friend.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name **I do not own any of the characters in the Stranger Things series and yes, the plot is different.**

Steve’s POV

“Why are you staring at me, Steve?” I look to my right at Y/N who is staring at me with determination in her eyes. I can't just say that I think she's beautiful and I could stare at her for hours because I love her. I could, but that would ruin everything. I answer "Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. What were you saying?" She answers "I just wanted to see what you wanted to do on this group project and when you want to finish it." I reply "I can come over after school to your place. I promise to help you then."

I hear the bell ring and Y/N says "Ok I'll see you at my place after school then. I'm going to head to my next class, so see you later." I hug her as Tammy Thompson walks up to me saying "I wish you were my partner for this project, Steve." Y/N sighs and walks off. I smirk at Tammy and then walk off as well. I do not want to deal with Tammy or be late for class.

Skip to after school - I make it to my car and hear my name being called. I see Dustin running toward me and I wait for him. He asks "Hey! Could I have a ride home?" I reply "None of your friends can drive you?" He replies "No they can't. They rode their bikes. I didn’t bring my bike. Why? You usually say yes. Are you going on a date?" I answer "I'm meeting Y/N at her house for our group project. I don't want to be late." He asks "Where is she?" I see Y/N walking with her younger brother to the car and Dustin yells out Y/N's name. She sees us, waves, and they walk over.

Dustin exclaims "Sorry for yelling your name, Y/N. I need a ride home and I asked Steve. He wanted to make sure it was cool with you before he did so." Oh my god, he makes me sound pathetic. Y/N smiles and says "Of course. That's totally fine. As long as you don't bail on me completely for the project then we're fine, Steve." I reply "I promise I won't. I'll be quick." She replies "Cool. See you later then." She waves and walks off.

Dustin and I get into my car then I drive off to his house.

Dustin asks "So when are you going to tell Y/N that you like her?" I ask "Will you stop asking me that? When you're older, you'll understand." He replies "I don't understand because if you really liked her, then you would let her know. I knew when I met Suzie that I wanted to ask her out and I didn't waste time asking her out." I reply "That is very mature of you. I just... If I tell Y/N and she doesn't like me back, I ruined our friendship. I could lose my friend." He replies "Oh she's into you. I can tell." I laugh and reply "I wish I could just believe you and ask her out." He replies "Thanks for bringing me home anyway. Bring her a treat or something today and see how she responds. If it's something that she actually likes and she can tell that you notice things about her, you're in. Try gently asking her about her crush or a tip to ask someone out." I reply "I'll get her her favorite ice cream. I know that." He replies "Good. You better do it. Bye, Steve."

I stop at home to write a note for my parents not that they care, but just so they know where I am. They’re never in town anyway. I tend to spend the night when I hang out with Y/N, so I grab my sleepover bag too.

Y/N’s POV - After School

I make it home and clean my floor, so I can set up the group project there. Steve and I have a poster that we need to finish. Speaking of Steve, I found it so funny that he needed my approval before going to bring Dustin home. It's a wonder that he's able to have a girlfriend because he is so dependent on me and my opinion. When he was with Nancy, he was pretty clingy to her and I realized how much I truly liked him. I thought I just saw him as a friend until I saw him with other girls. It began to hurt to see how they embraced him and to know it could never be me.

I hear someone knocking and I run to the door. I open it and it's Steve smiling. I usher him in and he exclaims "I'm sorry I'm late, but I brought your favorite ice cream as a peace offering." I smile and say "You're the best, Steve! Remind me to always be your partner for group projects if this is how you treat your partners." He smirks and replies "Only for you, Y/N. Only for you." Why did that sound more flirty than normal? I reply "Ok... I'll grab spoons and meet you in my room. I have the poster on my floor." He nods and smiles.

When I get back to my room, I give Steve his spoon and we work on the project. We knock it out in an hour with several stolen glances between each other and leaning close to each other most of the time.

My door opens and my mom leans in to ask if Steve wants to stay for dinner, which he agrees to. She then leaves.

I ask "Wanna go on a walk?" Steve agrees and we head out on the path in the woods behind my house. We probably will only run into people walking their dogs. That's all who walks in these woods.

An old lady passes us with a small chihuahua and exclaims "I must tell you both, you both are the cutest couple that I've ever seen. I can tell you both genuinely enjoy each other's company." Cutest couple?!?! That is funny. I reply "Thank you, ma'am." She smiles and keeps walking.

We make it closer to my house and my neighbor, Betty, says “Y/N, is that you?” I answer “Yes ma’am.” She replies “Ooh and a young handsome gentleman. Please tell me the name of your stinkin’ cute boyfriend.” Steve says “Hi I’m Steve.” Betty replies “You’re cute, Steve. Treat Y/N right or I will haunt you in the afterlife.” Steve replies “Yes ma’am I promise.” Betty replies “Well good to see you both. I hope you both have a great night.”

Why did two people think we were dating today?!?!

We walk back to the house in silence and by then, dinner is ready. Steve sits by me as always. Dinner passes.

My family sits on the couch to watch nighttime tv together and Steve sits really close to me. I feel like he normally is not this close. Or am I just more aware of his closeness right now?

After getting ready for bed, I get in bed and get set for bed. Steve asks “Did I do something wrong?” I answer “What do you mean? You haven’t done anything wrong.” He answers “You have been very quiet today. You normally tell me about your whole day and you haven’t yet. Is it because I told Betty that I was your boyfriend and that I would treat you right?” I answer “No that didn’t bother me. I mean I didn’t exactly tell that lady in the woods that we weren’t a couple either.” He replies “Yeah... uh since we’re talking about crushes, Dustin was trying to give me advice on mine earlier. Wanna hear what he had to say?” I answer “Sure.” He replies “He told me that if I really liked this girl, then I would let her know and wouldn’t waste time not being with her.” I reply “That’s actually really good advice. I’ll have to tell him the next time I see him. Did he give you any more advice?” He looks over at the empty ice cream container sitting on the table and answers “Yeah. He suggested that I bring over something she liked when I saw her next to show her I listen to her and that I do care for her.” Is he saying what I think he is saying?!?! I ask “So, are you going to tell her how you feel?” He answers “Yeah... hey Y/N, would you like to go out with me this Friday?” I smile and say “Yeah I would really like that, Steve.”

#steve harrington #stranger things imagines #stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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I still haven’t stopped thinking about Rose Harrington so my hand slipped and now there’s a sequel (this is the last part i promise) | AO3 link

Eddie's lips were intoxicatingly warm and strong against Steve's, and his curls felt like that one woolen jumper he used to wear all the time when he was younger. It was the second time Steve was properly kissing him, and he already felt like home.

For their first date, Eddie had taken him to Indianapolis, to this queer bookstore that hosted monthly open mics on Sunday afternoons. There were some poets that Steve couldn't quite follow, a mildly funny standup act, a lot of acoustic pop songs – and Eddie himself. Eddie, who had brought his electric guitar and went all out with some kind of loud screamy metal song, after which he gave Steve a particularly soft smile that kind of implied it had actually been a love song – Steve had to admit he had been too busy staring at Eddie open-mouthed to really listen to the lyrics properly.

It had been a perfect first date. And now they were in Eddie's van in front of Steve's house and Steve was leaning over the gearshift to make out with him - and it was a slightly uncomfortable position but Steve really couldn’t care less about that.

He hesitated for a moment after they broke apart. He was already getting addicted to the warmth of Eddie's body, the softness of his lips, the sensation of his touches. But a part of him was still afraid that Eddie would be scared off at some point, despite his assurances that he was totally okay with having Rose in his life. The implication of inviting Eddie into his home was just... different, with Rose involved. It wouldn't be merely something between the two of them, not even merely something sexy. Maybe Eddie would finally realize what he actually said yes to, maybe he'd finally understand the scope of what it meant to let his life collide with Steve's – and frankly, who could blame him if he were to decide that that wasn't for him after all?

'Stevie?' Eddie's voice sounded soft. 'You still with me?'

Steve swallowed. He had to ask what he wanted to ask. He had to trust Eddie's words. He had to let him in, even if it was the scariest thing he had ever done.

'Do you wanna come inside with me?'

Eddie smiled; his smile was mischievous and sweet all at once. He squeezed Steve's hand.

'Hell yeah,' he whispered in the space between their faces.

Steve opened his mouth to say something about that, but Eddie was quicker.

'Can't wait to see Rose again.'

There was no way he could fight the impulse to launch himself at Eddie again with a new kind of intensity. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how this guy was even real; how goddamn lucky he was to be holding him and to make the taste of his lips something familiar.

They got home to complete chaos: Rose was sitting on Robin's back, who was on all-fours on the living room floor and whinnying like a horse in a mildly concerning way, surrounded by a true explosion of toys.

When Steve gave Eddie a nervous sideways glance, he noticed how the guy didn't even blink, like the whole scene was something perfectly normal and not at all unsettling to him.

'Eddie!' Rose shouted when she noticed the guys; she let herself slide off Robin's back and flew past Steve without sparing him as much as a glance. Eddie opened his arms just in time to catch her, taking a few steps backwards to exaggerate the force with which she crashed into him.

'Rose!' he shouted back in the same excited manner. 'I missed you, m'lady, how have you been?! Have you been practicing those piano skills of yours?'

'Noooo,' said Rose, stretching the “o” into several syllables. It had been her favorite word, lately. 'But I built a castle, look!'

Eddie let her take his wrist and guide him to the corner of the room - he couldn’t manage much more than a quick greeting to Robin as Rose impatiently tugged him along.

'Holy shit, Steve.' Robin, now back on her feet and standing right next to Steve, squeezed into his shoulder as she leaned closer towards him to mumble into his ear. 'Look at him bonding with Rose; he's literally the perfect guy for you!'

'I know, right?' he whispered back at her, practically glowing with the overwhelming realization of just how lucky he was.

'So I take it your date went well?'

He grinned at Robin. 'It did. Really well.' He glanced back at the corner of the room, where Eddie was crouched down on his knees, giving his undivided attention to Rose, who was showing him every nook and cranny of her Duplo castle.

'You built that with her?'

Robin smiled brightly. 'Yeah, cool, right? We had a lot of fun together.'

'Thanks for watching her, Rob. Why don't you head home now? I think me and Eddie will manage to get her into bed.'

After Robin had left (not without a very emphatic wink in Steve’s direction), Steve dropped down on the couch, perfectly content to watch as Rose kept rambling on at Eddie about her castle and the princes and princesses living in there.

'How many knights are there?' Eddie asked, his expressive brown eyes opened wide in a serious look. 'Do they have swords? Is it dangerous in the woods?'

He didn't speak to Rose in a higher or slower voice, like Steve would see so many people around him do. It was like he completely took her seriously; like it came naturally for him to treat her as an equal. And his questions prompted Rose to wholly lose herself in her fantasy world, until the two of them were attacking each other with and dragon and princess figurines (or rather barbies and old dinosaurs that used to be Steve's – Steve was still working on expanding Rose's toy collection – but with the imagination those two have, it worked either way).

'Alright, let's get you to bed,' Steve finally said when he spotted Rose stifling a yawn.

'Noooo!' she exclaimed immediately.

'Yes!' Steve retorted emphatically.

'Nooooo!'

'How about...' Eddie leaned closer towards her, dropping his voice conspiratorially. 'If you go to bed, this dragon will agree to a truce and let the princess live because of your noble sacrifice?'

'What's a sacrifice?'

'It's when you do something you don't really want to do, to help someone else. You save the princess's life, because you listen to your brother and go to bed. How does that sound?'

'Does the dragon come to bed with me?'

Steve saw how Eddie had to fight back a laugh – it was clear that he wasn't really used to little kids' logic yet, but he didn’t falter.

Then, he shrugged. 'Sure.'

Rose grinned and took the dinosaur-dragon from Eddie's hands, then ran towards the stairs.

'Steve, come on, we need to wash the dragon!'

Eddie looked at him with a raised eyebrow disappearing under his bangs. 'Wash the dragon?' he repeated slowly.

Steve grinned at his confused expression. 'No going to bed without taking a bath first. Needed a whole month to properly get that into her head. Kids are gross, you know.'

He got up from the couch and gestured Eddie to follow him into the hall, where Rose was letting her dragon fly through the air until Steve opened the safety fence at the base of stairs so she could climb up.

Eddie kept a respectful distance as Steve routinely helped Rose to get out of her clothes and into the bath, but as soon as she was in the water, he seemed unable to reign himself in anymore and buried both her and the plastic dinosaur in an excessive amount of foaming shampoo. Steve didn't mind; he was happy to have Eddie along for every step of their little nighttime ritual.

'Look at that, you managed to tame the beast, brave knight!' Eddie exclaimed when she was all tucked in bed with the dinosaur in her arms. 'It's a miracle, no one has ever done that before! I'm sure the queen will reward you with endless riches when you wake up tomorrow.'

Steve disappeared from the room for a few seconds to return with his acoustic guitar in his hands. He gave it to Eddie with a smile on his face.

'Will you do the honors?' he asked him in a low voice.

'Only if you sing it with me,' Eddie replied.

To Steve, the song sounded perfect, from the effortlessly played guitar melody to the way their voices mingled to Rose's yawn as the last tone dissolved in the air around them. Their song, Steve's and Rose's. It felt only natural to let it become Steve's and Rose's and Eddie's, like something that was bound to happen ever since Steve had taken Rose into that practice room with him – or even ever since Eddie had crashed into him in the hallway of the community center.

'Goodnight, Rosie,' Steve said as he leaned forward to give Rose a kiss on her forehead.

'Sweet dreams, my valiant knight,' Eddie added, brushing a hand through her damp hair and taking a dramatic bow before closing the bedroom door behind him.

'Was that okay for you?' Steve asked in a whisper as soon as they were alone in the dark hallway.

'Stevie, seriously, you don't need to worry 'bout that,' Eddie answered immediately. 'I meant what I said.’ He held Steve’s gaze for a moment, and the look in his big brown eyes was enough to wipe away any of Steve’s doubts. ‘I'm all in, you're not gonna get rid of me that easily. I actually loved playing with her. I'm sure her imagination is gonna work wonders for my D&D campaigns.'

'Okay.' Steve took a step forward to catch Eddie between the wall of the hallway and himself, then leaned in to give him a slow kiss. 'Good,' he breathed out when he pulled back.

Eddie's eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly; Steve could only smile as he cupped Eddie's cheek with his hand.

'You wanna stay the night?'

'Jesus, Steve, you're killing me here.' Eddie pressed his body back against Steve's, coming as close to him as he possibly could. ''Course I wanna stay.'

'I do have to warn you that Rose will be up and running at six in the morning. She always is.'

Eddie burst out in a soft chuckle as he dropped his head against Steve's shoulder.

'Oh, fuck. Can I still back out?'

Steve tugged Eddie's chin up with his index finger, prompting him to look into his eyes again. 'Nope. You already said you were all in – no takebacks.'

Eddie chuckled again. 'Alright, why don't you show me the way to your bedroom then, big boy?'

And there was something about that pet name that immediately set Steve's insides on fire.

Eddie winked at him, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to Steve. 'I promise I can be real quiet.'

I know it’s been a while since I posted this series, and I wasn’t even planning on writing a sequel, but I’m just gonna include the old taglist here for those who’d be interested. I don’t wanna spam anyone but this is the actual last part (for real this time) so I hope that’s okay!

Taglist: @kardinalkalamity @imzadidragonfly @simpforsauron @undreamingscatworld @nailbatbabygirl @solosnail @theysherobinbuckley @sharpbutsoft @manda-panda-monium @piningapple @whimsicalwitchm @withacapitalp @kerlypride @bejeweledbaby @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @cheeseaddict-12 @henderdads @hammity-hammer @nelotegreitic @silentiumdelirium @mad-h-w @evix-syne666 @legitcookie @csinnamon-fox @deleataecount @sadcanadianwinter @shadowofaliar @and-say @connected-dots @thosemessyvibes @panicatthediaz @basilthefourth @swimmingbirdrunningrock @inikokoru @adaed5 @ali-just-ali @spectrum-spectre @paperbackribs @steddiewritingnerd @homosexual-having-tea @infinitetrashbag @zerokrox-blog @cr0w-culture @thing-a-ling @skybridgerton @by1er-endgame @martzja @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @fandomcartographer @maya-custodios-dionach

#i always crave more fluff so this just kinda happened lol #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #fanfiction #ao3

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alevolpe · 3 months

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Hi :) How are you? (This is going to be a lengthy ask lol)

You mentioned in one of your posts that you would like to see the relationship between the senshi and the normal everyday people and perhaps the humans turning against the Senshi.

What do you think about the enemy working with the human government to take down the Senshi to fulfill their goal of forming their empire or whatever and what your headcanon might predict of how it's all going to go down?

I wish the SM franchise would explore more with the outsiders perspective and relationship between the senshi's.

Hi! Sorry you've prob waited a while for this one, my bad.

But yeah, I've mentioned before that the public has an active and rocky relationship with the senshi.

It's a very mixed bag! But overall, to grossly generalize, most younger people are in favor of them and idolize them, while older people and parents tend to scrutinize and antagonise them.

They are unknown beings, who just pop in out of nowhere and at best cause property damage and at worst, well cause some casualties (in my hc, sometimes they fail and people die, it's unfortunate, but it's a reality they have to live with).

Say you're a parent your child turned into an otherworldly creature, a group of 'defenders' shows up and leads you away while promising you they'll try their best to save your child. Next thing you know, one of them walks to you with simply a bag of dust in their hands and a devastated expression, but no words spoken, and they leave.

This is what I see a few people experienced, parents, friends, siblings.. they can't really see past their own grief to understand that these saviors aren't just perfect immortal beings who can just decided who gets to live and who doesn't. They're human, like them, but not quite.

On the other hand, I see people adoring and respecting them, on the more superficial side cause they are superheroes and why wouldn't you idolize a person with super powers, furthermore on the more emotional side, people have been saved or have had other people saved by them. They're grateful and compassionate.

I can totally understand both sides, at the end of the day, people are scared of the unknown, you can't totally blame them for not trusting the senshi, no matter how many justice speeches they deliver.

Going more into the lore aspect, I don't really see the government working with the enemy, it's a neat idea, but I wouldn't really fit in my narrative.

I was thinking more along the lines of a subtle influence by the enemy. Pushing the public to hate the senshi more and more, to the point that they can't even show up by themselves without risking getting attacked by mobs for people.

After a particular deadly explosion, the public perception of them has hit an all time low, and the new enemy strives to dig that even deeper and deeper.

It starts with news articles after rumors and interviews, all these factors fueling a never-ending machine of paranoia. The senshi show up on missions like they always do, all of a sudden, stones get tossed, along with insults and threats. It gets so bad that they can't even transform without informing the others, they can't travel alone, they are just in a form of hiding, powerless to help people without putting themselves in massive danger.

Small note, but I think this situation in particular is very compelling. Seeing how differently the girls take on the issue of not being able to help the public cause the public does not want to be helped. Especially for Mina, she basically has to make the very hard decision of prioritizing the safety of her girls over the safety of innocent people and this could cause a lot of super interesting clashes within the group.

Going even further, it gets worse and now random girls start getting attacked and so forth. You kind of see what I'm getting at. This is the plot of one fo the seasons in my narrative.

It's not really government vs senshi, but the actual public is against them. I think it's very interesting, but I'm still very much in writing limbo, so that's how far I'll say about

Thank you for the ask! Hopefully this is the answer u were looking for.

#sailor moon #ask me stuff

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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ayeeeee babbbbb seems like you're on a roll! <3 i'm glad!

noticed you got my boi vincent on your character list 👀 so i'm wondering, do you have any thoughts on chaos!vincent? like when they actually merged or vincent getting taken over by chaos? i always felt by himself, vincent is a super sweet but super awkward emo boi who would never dream of actually harming his darling (at least not physically outside confining you thing in his misguided effort to protect you probably) but chaos? that's when he gonna go all wild on his darling and may or may not feel bad afterward but couldn't stay away no matter how much chaos/vincent might've tried. noncon, monsterfucking, breeding, all the good shizz...

if youre keen👀i may send in couple hc requests...

Thank you hon, you've been a huge help to me and a inspiration for this blog~! Everyone, go check them out! ❤️❤️❤️

And please do send in those requests!

Content Warnings: Yandere Vincent, Discussion of Non-con, Confinement and other NSFW themes.

༻❁༺ Chaos!Vincent is totally bae.

He provides so much material for the best kinks~! And I really love that side of him because of how it adheres to FF7's symbolism with monsters. You can control the beast inside of you or let it take over. I love how Vincent perseveres with an unbreakable resilience. To me, he fills the same role of being a foil to Sephiroth, just like Cloud. Even though his circumstances and past caused him immense pain and grief, he does his best to keep his heart in check and never let out his anger upon the world. Unlike Seph, who couldn't take the anguish anymore with no bonds, and Cloud, who survived his mental breaks from the bonds he did have... I wouldn't condone Vincent taking his anguish out on the world, but I would understand why he would want to!

And from what I remembered about DoC, Vincent had Chaos implanted in him after Hojo more or less killed him, right? I think I also remembered Vincent was at the helm mostly, until Chaos decides to take over at the worst times. It's tragic, that no matter what, Chaos will always be intertwined with Vincent's life, an unfortunate reminder of his past. Now, I think Lucrecia did a good thing by giving Vincent protomateria, maybe she could've atoned for her other sins in the process too. The protomateria is what kept him alive and let him control Chaos until he lost it so I gotta give credit when it's due. We wouldn't have our emo bae without her. Unfortunately, she's only made things… More complicated for him when it came to other shit she's done and that totally doesn't include experimenting on her unborn child, nope.

༻❁༺Vincent is a total sweetie to his darling.

I 100% agree. For the confinement thing, I agree it would be done to protect his darling from danger as a last resort, but also really think about how he lost Lucrecia. He would be so scared to go through that same heartbreak, he probably won't even let himself think about it. It's just too much for him to bear. Now, I'd imagine a yandere Vincent would be zealous about that because not only he doesn't want his darling to go down the same path as her, he isn't risking any chance to let them leave him.

I think Normal Vincent would feel so terrible after sex when his Chaos side go wild on the darling. Bonus points to the tragedy aspect where the darling struggles with the turmoil that Chaos Vincent causes them, yet they still choose to love Vincent and stay devoted to him. I'd expect the Darling to try to brush over what happened to not worry him, but Vincent will pick up on their cues and will confront them about it.

Then Vincent would totally consider to CONFINE himself again, but his darling isn't having any of it and tries to talk him out of it. To get him to work with them on the issue, they would need to craft some pretty convincing arguments.

But just imagine the oncoming fluff, where they finally come to an compromise. The darling will embrace him tenderly, promising to stay truthful to him, and he'll vow to retain control of Chaos for their wellbeing... ❤️

༻❁༺I'd imagine Chaos would greatly influence a yandere Vincent.

He probably wouldn't feel as bad as normal Vincent would after a rough sex session with the darling. He would try to convince them (and himself) that it feels so good and how it deepens their connection. And Vincent's desire to protect his darling from others would be through the ROOF. Won't even let his darling ask or wonder about other people out loud. Concentrate on him, he will always be there for you, unlike the others who come and go.

But I can't see yandere Vincent being (deliberately) cruel to his darling. He still has goodness within him. He would try to reason himself and to his Darling, (maybe with Chaos too in his deluded mind) that he was doing the right thing in protecting them. He would acknowledge how it's not pleasant, but he has to do it, anyway. I think this would lead to him developing something like a savior complex over his darling.

༻❁༺ Ending with another ramble

I'm a bit sad that DoC isn't gonna be getting a remake, and getting regulated to some chapters in a mobile game. It's such an important game to both Vincent AND Sephiroth and the rest of the FF7 franchise. They could've just remade it in the same vein as 7R and take creative liberties like they also did for that game's writing. I want Vincent Valentine to be reintroduced to new generations of FF7 fans as a lovable, edgy emo. I'm worried that the remake trilogy may not give him the prominence that he deserves...

#vincent valentine #vincent valentine x reader #ff7 x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 x reader #monstrously-obsessed #c.c rambles #ff7 #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #tw: confinement

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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Can I get supergirl with a s/o with powers like nightcrawler love your works ❤

being Supergirl s/o with Nightcrawler powers would include

synopsis: Kara, after all, is just a sweet girl.

note: thanks for your request my love! I hope you like it!

• Kara did something with your heart that no other hero was able to do: she filled it with hope. As Supergirl, she made you believe on a better world. Her actions and talks made you believe that you could do a difference. That you could make something nice for others. As Supergirl, she made you believe that doesn’t matter if people we’re scared of you before, because if your heart is good then you can be a hero

• The world was not a really great place for you. Before you we’re able to control your powers and appearance, you did suffer a lot. And now, totally able to control what is weird and ugly for others, that didn’t mean you like to do it. You like who you are, you wish you didn’t need to hide yourself. And when you saw a alien fighting for others right, even tho she looks just like a human and could have lived her life without worrying, that change something inside you

• And a year after, using your natural appearance and powers, you we’re a hero. A really great hero. You we’re way more into saving people than fighting, but a hero. Some people have tried to harm you because of who you are, but you find strengh inside. So, when you we’re fighting beside Supergirl, it feels like a fan moment

• You know that thing about never find your heroes? Bullshit. You saw how amazing she was. You saw that she wasn’t someone pretending to be good, but actually was fighting in more ways to be able to help the whole world. You two became closer, from allies to friends, and way after you felt comfortable to show her your appearance as a civillian you realize that what you felt for Kara wasn’t just admiration: it was love

• Kara is a true lover. With her shyness and clumsy way to be, Kara is just a sweet girl that would do anything to make you smile. She is the kinda of person that when discover that you love something, would simply do anything to understand you. Don’t be surprised if Kara casually bring a name of something you like to a conversation

• She loves your power, how you have a tendency to use it on the most casual situation. You are sit on the couch, then you are looking for food on the refrigerator, then you are beside the person talking to you. That makes a lot of people on your work as a hero really anoyed, but she loves it. When she is talking to you, whos in front of her, about something she saw on her phone and suddenly you are behind her, looking at the phone. It always surprised her, but on a great way

• Kara likes to call you...... kitten. She simply thinks that you look like a cat turned into a human. The way you move, you talk, you think: she said it is a copy of a black cat. Kara laugh to herself when something scared you and you jump, using your powers to go to a different place. Kara says she never saw you falling and its starting to get curious about how many lives you do have

• Your natural color don’t make her feel or act on anyway different. She simply says that whos scared of your lookings simply can’t understand what beauty really looks like. She understand when you choose to use your “human” appearance, but she loves when you just free yourself and just let your body relax

• Kara did fight some people that offended you, and have argued with some politicians, but she simply don’t let anyone disrespect you and get away with it. She as lover, but that does not mean that she will lower her head and just listen to dumb people talking shit

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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#madwomansapologist #dc comics #dc imagine #dc comics x reader #supergirl #supergirl cw #supergirl x you #supergirl x reader #supergirl x y/n #supergirl imagine #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x you #kara danvers x y/n #kara danvers imagine #ask box

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arizona2004 · 2 years

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I have a big request that I totally understand if you want to deny...what about the reunion scene where Rhysand comes back from UTM? Like low key angst but lots of love and fluff....maybe the reader and him were mated and she had to rule without him? Love your writing so much!!!

Okay, so I had to base this on like Feyre doesn’t exist and ACOTAR never happened the way it did, which I don’t usually like doing but I tried… I didn’t have the energy for a full story, though, or to edit it. I might make this an actual written out fic at some point, but I make no promises

He would show up in the townhouse foyer, having winnowed as soon as possible

You’re in the kitchen when you hear a clatter; Rhys winnowed right in the way of a table that sits in the middle of the hall

You think there’s an intruder and immediately winnow to the bottom of the stairs, prepared to fight

But all you find is your mate on the floor, the table on its side, and the vase in pieces

“That table wasn’t there before” his voice is low, and he’s looking at the broken vase instead of meeting your shocked face

A gasp leaves you as you take in his presence. It can’t really be him. Can it?

You fall to your knees in front of him and hesitantly reach a hand out to brush his fingers with yours

Your breath catches when you feel him. This is not a hallucination

Sobs quickly start racking your chest, and tears fill your eyes as you look up at him and he’s finally looking at you

You can’t decipher his expression as an endless amount of emotions pass through his eyes

You're still sobbing, barrel able to make out his face when you feel his arms wrap around you.

You breathe him in, his scent mixed with dirt and blood, and someone else consumes your senses

And suddenly, you’re not in shock anymore. “Are you hurt?” you ask, wondering why you smell blood

“No. it’s not my blood”

“I smell her on you. But the rumors can’t be true. What happened?”

He looks at you with a pained expression and like he doesn’t want to face you at all.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to.”

It’s your turn to pull him into your arms for comfort as he cries. Warm tears spill down your neck as he clutches tightly to your waist, terrified you’ll slip through his fingers.

I bitter feeling fills your chest. You know he didn’t want to. You knew the whole time that if the rumors were true, he wasn’t happy with the situation but still, him confirming that another female shared his bed-his body- makes a bitter feeling fill your chest. You’re jealous and angry, and you know you shouldn’t, but you are.

You’re angry for other reasons too, though

“You never should have gone.”

“Y/N-”

“You never should have gone, Rhys. Or you should have taken me. You left me here. Alone…”

“You weren’t alone. You had Cas. And Azriel and Mor and Amren. Tell me what you’re thinking or feeling”

“I hate you for abandoning me.”

“Y/N…” his voice cracks as he says your name, he’s scare

“But I love you anyway. And I’m angry that I love you because I don’t want to forgive you. And I’m angry that you left me alone for 50 years. And I miss you. And I’m scared and sad, and confused because I’m feeling so many things.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s fine; we’ll talk about it later. Tell me what happened”

Rhys knows it’s not fine. He can feel you closing yourself off from him. He notices how you’re slightly less relaxed than usual in his arms. He hates it, but there’s nothing for him to do now, so he quickly recounts the events of the last 5 decades.

It’s days later, after reuniting with the rest of the inner circle, that you’re alone with Rhys again. The first night he was back, everyone got drunk in the living room, and you didn’t share a room alone with him.

The second night he was up late, already planning for the war to come with the others, you chose not to help, and he didn’t ask you too

When he didn’t come into the room as you nestled into the bed the two of you used to share you feel yourself relax. And you hate that.

It’s the third day that he’s back, and you’re on your way down to the kitchen when he opens up a door at the opposite end of the hall, as far from your bedroom as he could get

Shock, confusion, and anger fill your veins as you watch Rhys exit quietly, trying not to make any noise until he sees you.

“What are you doing?” you choke out

“Um-”

“You slept in there?”

He doesn't speak for a few moments, unsure of what to say.“I didn't think you wanted to be near me. You’ve seemed angry.”

“You’re my mate. You’ve been gone for 5 decades already, and you’re avoiding me as soon as you return? The anger churns in your gut, but you can already feel it turning into sadness, so you turn away and start down the stairs before he can see you cry

“Y/N, wait!” he shouts, chasing after you. “Please,” he begs, gripping your elbow. “I’m sorry. You said we would talk later and I was dreading that conversation, so I tried pushing it off by staying away. I’m sorry.”

“Why were you dreading it?”

“I knew you were angry. And hurt, rightfully so. I was afraid of what you would do.”

“What I would do?” you ask, still not understanding why he was so afraid to talk to you

“I just got back, Y/N. I can’t bear to lose you permanently; I didn’t want you to leave me.”

“You’re afraid I’m gonna leave you?” it’s a question, but the answer is already clear.

“Rhys, I just got you back too. I have no intention of letting you go.”

“But I basically che-”

“Don’t say that. You didn’t have a choice. I don’t like what happened, but I’m not holding that against you.”

“I thought you were angry about it.”

“I can’t honestly say I’m not, Rhys, but I wish I wasn’t.”

“You’re angry for other reasons, though.”

“Yes,” you admit, “but it’s nothing I won’t get over with time. And many apologies.”

A smile quirks his lips, bringing one to yours. “I can apologize until I die. I’ll grovel, I swear,” he promises, hesitantly reaching forward to brush your hand with his.

Instead, you leap into his arms and bury your head into his neck, knowing a hug is all he can handle right now and willing to wait as long as it takes.

#acotar #rhys acotar #rhysand #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic

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browniefox · 4 months

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Another Week, Another Crisis Core Chapter!

Before playing this, I did a TON of sidequests (I got like 30% of them complete) which meant I didn't struggle against any enemies. on one hand, it meant I could get to focus on all the good scenes, but on the other hand, I didn't get to show off any of the new summons I'd gotten ;-;

God I love this church. Because this game works at break-neck pace, I doubt that Aerith and Zack are going to get, like, as many scenes together as I'd like, but I do think this chapter does a decent enough job starting to develop their relationship at the very least.

Zack is so tall I love it, and aw cute little date <3

While I got really frustrated with the little Bruno segment pretty fast, I do like that all the Slums citizens immediately clock Zack as not from around there, and immediately go to protecting Bruno. You can really feel the distrust and disconnect between those above and below plate.

I just Love Aerith <3

Where the general symbolism of monsters and angels is so heavy handed I roll my eyes every single time, I actually really loved this interaction between Zack and Aerith, when Aerith is talking about being afraid of SOLDIERS. To those who know Aerith's story, it's easy to see that she's both projecting her own desire to be normal (why in the world would people sign up to be made less normal?) as well as her own understandable trauma with the Shinra company, onto her thoughts and feelings on SOLDIERS.

Additionally, I love that she's actually scared of the sky. I think in teh Slums, that's not too rare of a feeling.

It's a shame that I feel like the Zack-Angeal relationship is done so poorly at the beginning, because this interaction really makes me start to like their dynamic! Angeal confiding in Zack and trusting Zack really says a lot. Also, I love the detail that Angeal has found that he likes flying, and just kind of carries Zack :D

I do think it's super funny though that it's way brighter and cheerier under the plate than on top of it, and that Zack just totally forgot and put off the mission he was on to go on a not-date with a cute girl.

THE FACT THAT THE FIRST THING ANGEAL SAYS TO SEPHIROTH IS THAT HE LOOKS THINNER SHIT BOYYYYY! I think it just does a lot to characterize their relationship, and especially how this whole thing has been affecting Sephiroth.

Genesis should have just killed Hojo. True good ending <3 It is funny to me that this segment ends with Hojo totally uninjured and honestly, probably happier than before bc he got to do random experiments on Zack.

They put so much effort into making Genesis' model look hot and honestly I love it. When I first saw Genesis in an amv, I thought he was a girl, and I guess that's my hot take for the day is that I think it'd be fun if he was. There is not one single female SOLDIER. There should be more women who got experimented on to be part of the army #feminism

This is here because I was hoping this quest line would mention Reeve, but it didn't and now I'm super disappointed.

I don't think I've seen anyone mention this before, but from this interaction it's implied that Zack is not Angeal's first mentee. Maybe perhaps his most promising, clearly the only one to make it to first, but Angeal had tried to instill his values onto other SOLDIERS.

And then my final thoughts for now is the interesting dynamic between infantry and SOLDIER. Before this game, I thought they were sort of the same group, but no they're actually two very distinct groups within Shinra. I also feel like infantry is often portrayed as always trying to become SOLDIER or something, but mostly there seems to be some resentment towards SOLDIER, and this hate that infantry will never be able to do as much as SOLDIER can. Very interesting, especially when considering Cloud.

#browniefox speaks #crisis core #cc4 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #zack fair #angeal hewley #aerith gainsborough #browine plays ccr

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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First of all I wanna just say that you are AMAZING!! ❤️❤️🥰 I love your blog and everything you write, you are such a good writer and totally know these characters so well!

Your Leonardo re-write of his route is my absolute favorite fic EVER! ❤️ I have reread it so many times!! I was hoping it'd be alright to request a fic, drabble with Leonardo, if that's okay? Something angsty, spicy, comforting, if that's a thing?

Possibly something where, we all know Leo is very "mature" seeming and even said in the game that while intimate doesn't react or make much noise. He also seems to prefer to have his partner from behind (in almost all his stories.) Well as much as I love this man...er, vampire. These traits would make me a bit insecure. Like he is not enjoying it or he doesn't want to actually look at me during the deed. It would make me pull away from intimacy so he wouldn't have to "deal with me."

Would it be possible for an MC the same way? How would Leonardo handle this?

I'll understand if this is too much though. Anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful content! Have a fabulous day! 🥰❤️

This was a lovely ask. Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, anon! Approx. 1700 words with a dash of spice, a pinch of angst, and a helping of comfort. I hope you enjoy ^_^

Leonardo saw his cara mia in the hall, dusting baseboards. She was bent down, moving in a line, her head nodding to some music only she could hear. It was adorable, and it made him smile. Even when doing chores, she moved with joy. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up.

She squealed and kicked out before realizing it was him. “Leo! You bastard! You scared me half to death!”

“Oh? Did you expect someone else to grab you from behind, piccolina?”

“No. That’s the point. I wasn’t expecting it,” she said with a pout. “Now put me down.”

Leo chuckled. “I don’t think I will, cara. It’s been days since I got to spend any time with you. I think I’ll just keep you for myself today.” He placed a kiss on the back of her neck. At first she reacted the way he expected her to, inhaling sharply, a little tremor running down her spine. Then she tensed up and pulled away.

“Put me down. Please. I promised Sebas I would get this done today.”

“Sure, cara. Sorry.” He rubbed a hand through his hair, feeling a bit confused. “Bad timing, I guess?”

She nodded. “Y-yeah. Anyway, let’s . . . let’s hang out tonight, ok? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

Leonardo couldn’t help but notice the way she looked to the side as she said it. There was something wrong, but he could tell she wasn’t going to talk about it. “I’ll see you tonight then. My room.” He kissed the top of her head.

That won a small smile from her. “Ok. See you then.”

The rest of the day, she was in Leo’s thoughts. Maybe he’d really frightened her. Or . . . had he done something days ago - something that caused her to avoid him like this? He didn’t remember anything, really. They’d gone out for a picnic. Spent time in the gardens. Then made love in her room. He pushed her up against the window so they could both look out at the moonlight and the scattering of stars. It had been perfect.

Or, he thought so. She seemed pleased although . . . she had left to clean up in a hurry, and went to bed without giving him a kiss. Leonardo settled his head in his hands. Give a man a thousand years, and women would still be a mystery. Whatever upset her, he only hoped he could make it up to her. His cara was everything.

That night, he waited in his room. He even cleaned off the seating, piling his books and papers higher in the corners. Nervous, he opened his window and lit a cigarillo. The sweet smell of the tobacco settled him as much as the ritual of smoking.

Above him, the stars moved in a slow waltz across the night sky. The moon crept up from the horizon, hanging over the mansion, sickle-thin curve aglow. His door opened.

“Cara.” He turned to look at her.

She gave him a tremulous smile, her expression so shy and full of an unspoken sadness that it reminded him of her first days in Paris.

Leonardo wanted to pull her into an embrace. To kiss the worry from her brow. But not every heartache could be so easily solved, and he determined to listen first.

“I wasn’t sure you were still up. Your light is off.” She smiled and came in, closing the door carefully behind her.

He gave a low chuckle. “And miss my first time alone with you this week?”

Heat rose in her cheeks and for a moment, her eyes met his. Then they skittered to the side, focusing on the sky outside. “Sorry. Again.”

“Don’t apologize.” He closed the distance between them, blocking her view of the window. “Just look at me, cara.”

Slowly, she tilted her head up as if it cost her great effort to do so.

He sighed and stroked a finger along the line of her jaw. “What is this I see in your eyes?”

“N-nothing.” She bit her lip, thinking. Then she seemed to come to some conclusion. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her as she rose up on her toes. Her lips met his in a hungry kiss.

It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Leo met her lips with a thirst of his own. Parting her lips with his teasing tongue, wrapping his arms around her to pull her flush against him.

His cara slipped her hand under his shirt, her nails drawing down his sides.

Leonardo felt the sting of it, and it only made him want her more. He began to tug her shirt from her skirt.

She was just as eager, her hands sliding down to his hip. One came around to cup his hard length through the thin cloth of his trousers, stroking him while she undid his belt.

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt. The thin, pale starlight hid the sight of her from him, but he didn’t need to devour her with his eyes when he could map every bit of her with his lips and tongue.

A moan broke from her throat, raw and needy. She bit his shoulder, sending a shudder through him and muffling her cries.

Leonardo wanted to draw this out, but he needed to feel her. To be in her, to possess her as much as he felt possessed by her. He turned her, easing her legs apart. But then he stopped as he felt her tense. Instead, he kissed from the nape of her neck down her back.

She relaxed a little, but after a moment, stepped away from him.

“Cara . . . what is it?” He held a hand out to her.

“I . . . I can’t. I can’t do this.” She bent down and picked up her shirt.

Leonardo watched her as she pulled it on, confusion and hurt in his wide amber eyes. “Is there someone else?”

“What?” She stopped with her skirt in hand. “No!”

“Then what is wrong? I can’t help if you won’t tell me.” He sat back on his bed, still watching her. “Didn’t we promise to be honest with each other? No matter what?”

She sniffed, wiping at her eyes as if to rub away tears. “I don’t remember promising that.”

“Well. Tell me anyhow.”

“I . . .” she sighed and plopped down in the chair he’d cleared off. “Do you even really like me? The way I look?”

“Like you?” Leonardo blinked. “Cara mia, I love you. You are the treasure of my heart. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Why would you ask me that . . . why now?”

She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Y-you never look at me when we make love. And - and never make a sound. I-I don’t even know if you’re enjoying it!”

He saw the silvered gleam of tears in the corners of her eyes before she wiped at them furiously. Leonardo was too stunned to say anything but he held his arms open and she fell against him, burying her face against his chest. He stroked her back, his eyes staring at some distant point while his thoughts gathered.

Leonardo was a genius. He could design mechanical devices, musical instruments, paintings, sculptures, and a thousand other things he might turn his mind to. But he had yet to understand the vagaries of the heart or the pitfalls of love. It took him some time to think through where all of this went wrong. The answer came slowly.

“Cara. I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him, sniffling. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks, tear-stained. “What? No this . . . it’s my fault. I know you love me. I just . . . I don’t know . . .”

He smiled at her, his eyes warm and gentle. “No. This is all me, cara. You can’t take the credit this time.”

That brought a little smile to her lips, a question on the tip of her tongue.

Leonardo took her chin in his hand, wiping the dampness from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “I am sorry that I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I thought,” he cleared his throat, “I thought in that position it would feel better for you. But I should have asked. You’re a smart girl. You know what you want.”

She studied his expression as if she could discern the truth from the set of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes. “I . . . I do like it. But maybe we could other things? I want - I want to see you when we make love. Your eyes. Your face.” She was serious now, her gaze intent. “I want to hear you.”

He chuckled, feeling a flush creep up his own cheeks. “Hear me, cara?”

“Mhmm.” She traced her fingers over the bitemark on his shoulder. “I want to hear you enjoy the things I do to you. I want you to tell me how much you like it.” Her whole face was hot as she said this, and she could not keep meeting his eyes.

Leonardo felt oddly shy about this. He’d never been a vocal lover. But for her, he thought, he would try. Even if he felt a little . . . silly . . . what was that to him, if it made her happy.

Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers and shared a sweet kiss. “I never want you to doubt, cara mia. I love you. Will you promise to tell me next time I make you unhappy?”

“I promise.” She snuggled onto his lap.

“Good.” He stroked her hair. “And I promise to ask what you want.” He leaned close, letting his lips brush the curl of her ear. “So tell me, cara, what do you want?”

She shivered, turning her head so that she could look him in the eyes. “You. If - if you still want to . . .” She swallowed.

Leonardo laughed. “Cara mia, tesora. I want you. Always. Right now and tomorrow and every day after.” He set his other hand on her leg and slid her skirt up her thigh. “Now, you must tell me what you want me to do.”

She surprised him by laughing as well, and pushing him down into the tangled bedsheets. “I think . . . I think I want you to lay here and tell me if - if you like what I’m going to do to you.” Her expression was all nervous excitement, hopeful and anxious all at once.

“Alright cara. I’ll do my best to sing for you.”

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