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yesimwriting · 6 months

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okay but after the whole lucy gray thing we know coryo was done with “love” and everything BUT what if during the following year of thg he ends up falling in love with another tribute also from district 12 and he’s just going through it bad (again) however he somehow ends up actually getting the girl in the end, maybe even buying her way into the capitol

A/n I've been thinking about a very specific part of this since i first read it but i told myself no more fic writing until i finished at least one of my essays for finals seasons 😭

also ik in the book (and it's implied in the movie) that after the events of the book he lives with the plinths, but let's pretend he lives on his own with access to the plinth fortune for privacy

ik that makes it sound like it's smutty, but it's not lol

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Proximity aggravates distance. The closer you are to something, the more damage any remaining space causes.

The few feet dividing the two of you have no right to jab at something inside of him the way it does. It's bad enough that instead of going to bed after a long night of fulfilling his apprenticeship duties under Volumnia's watchful eye, he stopped by your apartment. Only one floor away from his.

For months, the only thing holding the two of you together had been memories of those few nights before the Games.

Coriolanus's attempt to remain indifferent towards you had quickly failed, and his backup plan of learning to loathe you had proven to be just as useless. So he settled on letting you unabashedly take his hand whenever fear overwhelmed you and committing the way your kind eyes watched him to memory.

You're looking around the room--his room--openly, eyes darting from the mahogany surface of his desk to the details elegantly carved into his bed frame.

His fingertips itch with the uncertain desire to reach for you. You've only been in the Capitol for about a day and a half. Less than 48 hours. But the move, the beginning of a program for certain, qualifying victors and their families, had been planned for months.

You shouldn't feel like a phantom that'll vanish if he lets go for too long. "What are you thinking about?"

The question grounds you the same way it did last time he asked. You do your best to hide it, but you're still adjusting, still surprised that he managed to find a way to bring you together again. Just like he promised. Your doubt isn't personal, a fact he has to remind himself of.

"I'm just..." You tilt your head slightly, gaze retreating from the royal blue wallpaper and silver trim of his bedroom walls, "Analyzing."

The comment is followed by an easygoing smile that pinches at something in his chest. His new apartment, the penthouse of one of the largest buildings in the city, another gift from the ever flowing well that is the Plinth fortune, still reeks of former poverty. The few things that hint at the personal are hidden behind layers of desperate wealth so thick the items might as well be standard.

A lifetime spent in 12 means that there's no way you can read between the lines. He can't decide if your perspective will make this room look worse or better. It's a nice bedroom, definitely grander than any bedroom you've stood in before...but it's understated. Maybe even disappointing to someone like you.

"Analyzing?"

You turn fully, "A bedroom says a lot about a person."

"You might get more out of analyzing my study," an oddly school boy worthy partial truth slips out before he can stop himself, "I think I've been spending more time there than here recently."

You shake your head once, eyes landing on the crimson red vase filed with crisp white roses his grandma'am had gifted him on his last visit. Her pride and joy now more than ever. "I'm seeing all I need."

A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It's the most genuine expression that's slipped past him in weeks. When he first worked out a way to bring you here, some doubting part of him wondered if the draw he felt towards you would still exist in person.

Less than two weeks after your victorious departure from the Capitol, he had searched through your files and found your address. He had written the letter in a moment of weakness and only sent it after deciding that writing a letter to never be sent is the only thing more pathetic than writing to you in the first place. He had spent the week following that wallowing in self loathing until an age-stained envelope arrived at his door.

"And what are you seeing?" He keeps his tone light. This is ridiculous. He dragged himself and his family out of a gutter clogged by the casualties of war. Coriolanus is stronger than fleeting emotion now. Your opinions on his room can't possibly affect him.

If he were to simplify what brought you here, to the Capitol, to him, he could blame it on his bedroom. The urge to see you, to figure out some way the two of you closer together before your undeserving district could swallow you whole in an attempt to make you like them, would flare up whenever he received one of your letters.

Those urges, however, had never burned him. Not until you wrote about wanting to see him out of the most curious nostalgia you'd ever felt. You wanted to see him in a way that'd let you know what his room looked like, in a way that'd let you guess at his favorite color.

He takes a few steps forward, making the conscious decision to not reach for you. You've never rejected his advances, not even when he instinctually intertwined your fingers after picking you and your family up from the train station. You had scolded him after, telling him that you'd hear no end of it from your mother. It took a lot of focus for Coriolanus to not smile at that. You spoke of it like it would've never occurred to you to just pull your hand away.

Your eyes shift from end of the room to the other. Coriolanus moves carefully, passing you before sitting at the edge of his crisply made bed.

"Before you make your decision..." You turn instinctually, expression so polite and expecting he almost doesn't know how to bear it. His hand briefly pats the space beside him in a silent invitation. "So you can see it from all perspectives."

Your head tilts slightly, and for a moment, Coriolanus can practically feel your rejection. Then you move, sock clad feet treading over smooth white-gray marble. You sit next to him so assuredly, anyone else would have taken the way you neatly fold your hands in your lap as politeness instead of a display of nerves.

Your family's presence makes you less pliable. It's a factor he's willing to work around considering that you would've never left them to come to the Capitol. And even if he had managed to talk you into it, your nostalgia and homesickness would've made you more of a ghost to him than before.

At least the position your family's in is uncertain enough to allow for some leeway in the social norms that you cling to. However, every once in awhile it hits you that at the end of the day, he's still a boy that you're close to, which means that it's your duty to create the distance necessary to keep everything proper. Leaving your bedroom in the middle of the night because said boy knocked at your door and then entering his room in his empty penthouse is something you would've done under normal circumstances.

But your connection isn't that black and white. If it was something so simple, he would have been able to sever it the night before your Games.

"It makes all the difference," you agree warmly, and only somewhat sarcastically. You give yourself another second to take in the space, "I like it."

He can tell that you mean it. "I haven't fully settled in yet."

You shrug, paying him little mind, "There's something about it that just feels like you."

Coriolanus shifts his focus to the ground. You can't possibly mean it in the way that he sees the room, as a reminder that he still doesn't fully fit into who he's become.

"I've been meaning to pick up a few things," he says, "Tomorrow, after my classes, I was thinking about browsing some paintings." Another half truth. He had been meaning to. Mrs. Plinth had instructed him to visit her art dealer whenever he had enough free time to pick out a few pieces to demonstrate his taste. He'd been putting it off as a dismissable task, but it feels like a safe way to give you your first taste of life in the Capitol. "If you'd like to help me pick some out."

You smile, eyebrows pinching together in a way that's just barely noticeable. You're as interested as you are puzzled. "I'd like that." Relaxing enough to let your hand rest between the two of you, you beam, "I don't know if I'd be much help, but I'd like that."

He'd be willing to get anything that caught your eye. Paintings and vases already with such an exclusive art dealer hold more or less the same level of standing, anyway.

Coriolanus moves his hand slowly, careful not to startle you before his fingers can settle against your own. You instinctually turn over your palm, intertwining your fingers. "I trust you."

You stare at him with wide, understanding eyes. Sometimes when you look at him, really look at him, Coriolanus is struck with the feeling that you can see right through him. It's an irrational feeling, that every good action and cruel deed is reflected in his eyes. Moments like this make it hard to be near you. They also, however, make the thought of adding distance between the two of you unbearable.

"I have an early class."

You dip your chin forward in an attempt to accept what you're considering a dismissal. "Right, you must be tired." The words sit between you for a long moment.

Your free hand presses into the silk of your still new pajamas. You shift like you're going to stand. His hold on your hand tightens before you can move away. You still.

He's being ridiculous. There's nothing about this situation that warrants his inability to look at you. "Stay here." His thumb runs across your knuckles. "With me."

The words are soft enough to be a request, but there's not enough space between them for questioning. He cautiously lifts his head enough to take in your reaction.

"What?" It's a display of shock more than an actual question. Coriolanus squeezes your hand even tighter. You don't try to get him to let go, but you do shift away just enough to create the reminder of distance. "You know I can't."

His other hand reaches forward, settling against your wrist. "Why not?" He doesn't mean for his voice to come off as raspy, as desperate as it does.

You swallow, attempting to straighten your spine in an attempt to offset the instinctual urge to hide your face. This isn't a topic you're even comfortable implying. "My mother would kill me if she so much as found out that I came up here so late, let alone..." You trail off, head dropping to your lap. "Stayed here."

He envelops your hand between both of his. "She knows we're friendly."

You look up just long enough to imply a pointed not that friendly. "It's--" You blink, eyes darting from to your joint hands and then finally to the ground. "You know it's..."

Coriolanus leans forward. The shift is small, just enough for his knee to brush against yours. "It's what?" He keeps his voice low, a barely there whisper that comes off as so innocent it nearly circles back to anything but.

You glance up, so wide eyed and flighty he's reminded of a rabbit. The level of precaution you're exuding can't just be about your mother's opinions, can it? He studies your expression openly, taking in the set of your eyebrows and the way you steadily press your lips together to avoid speaking without thinking. At least some part of you believes in your mother's concerns.

The realization strike shim so quickly he has to focus on keeping his expression neutral. Your bond is so much more than just coming together on a random night where exhaustion's already clouding his focus.

It will happen between the two of you. Eventually. But not yet. You've barely entered the Capitol and every aspect of your life has become vastly different than what you're accustomed to. If he were to attempt to cement any relationship between the two of you like that now, you'd be too overwhelmed or you might think that that's the only reason he brought you here.

He learned early on that it's best to introduce adjustments to you slowly, giving you enough time to hold onto ideas before enacting them. Anything of that nature would work that way too.

"I haven't been able to see much of you." He focuses on your hand, still resting safely between both of his. The words came out too quickly, a flash of some genuine sort of emotion that claw at him on the way out. With you, sometimes a glimpse of feeling works wonders.

Your thumb draws gentle patterns against the side of his hand. "You're busy." He relaxes his hand, turning over his palm. You place his hand on your knee, fingers tracing the natural creases etched into his skin. "You're important."

The way that last word comes out makes an uncertain warmth crawl up his neck. "I--I've wanted to see you more." Another thing he means so much it turns his stomach to admit it.

Your nail drags down a line that cuts across the length of his hand. "Me too."

He bends his fingers slowly, moving in until he's trapped your pointer finger against his palm. "Then stay." You twist your finger enough to express some lighthearted irritation, but not enough to count as a real attempt at escaping. "If your mother says anything, I'll explain it to her." You glare at him without any true aggression. "She likes me, doesn't she?"

Coriolanus already knows the answer. She credits your survival to him. You had mentioned that in a letter once, telling him that she insisted you pass along her gratitude after discovering that the two of you had started to correspond regularly.

He also saw the way she reacted to realizing that she had made it to the Capitol. Your mother's family had once been part of the wealthier side of 12. You're part of a recently fallen line of mine owners, a fact that your mother has only pretended to let go of. He saw a hunger behind her eyes that reminded him of a warped version of his own.

Coriolanus gave her back the pride the war had stolen from her family name tenfold. He owes her this much.

"She'd trade me for you in a heartbeat." He hears the grin in your voice more than he sees it. Your family means the world to you, which means he's subjected himself to seeking your mother's validation and winning over your two younger sisters.

It's not the way he'd choose to spend his limited free time, especially with you standing right there, but he's endured worse for less of a pay off. "Then she'd be a fool."

You fight to hold his gaze. "I doubt that."

Your eyes are pools of honest, unfiltered affection. The care that you're watching him with makes it hard to swallow. The instinct to press, to dig and claw and tear anything that could be hiding an ulterior motive into shreds makes it hard to take a full breath. You've always worn your heart on your sleeve. You're not a flighty songbird that uses its charm to distract its prey from its fang-like talons.

"Stay." Again. So breathless he almost doesn't recognize the word as his own.

The deliberation is transparent behind your eyes. You're considering it, but you're still not convinced. The hesitation stings in a way he doesn't understand. "I don't want to give her a reason to not like you."

So softly spoken he's shocked by the way the words manage to feel like a nail being hammered into his chest.

"She's let you stay with other people before." The response is too sharp, too sudden. He should refocus and think through what he's about to say. Coriolanus knows that it's easier to get you to agree to something through the use of honey sweetened words and displays of patience. "You wrote about him."

The confusion that briefly etches its way into your expression threatens to quell the uncomfortable swell of jealousy tightening his chest. "Warren?" The name makes tints the air between you with something acidic. "That was--different."

Your explanation adds an edge to the pressure in his chest. "Why?"

"We weren't--" You cut yourself off, the instinct to placate him and your desire to not start a conversation you can't finish battling each other oddly. "We were never alone." You squeeze his hand as best as you can. "He's a family friend and I only stayed over when my mom had to work late and I was too young to be alone for so long, so I haven't stayed over in years. And--and he shared a room with three of his siblings and his parents checked on us constantly."

He frowns, unconvinced. The lack of approval has you clinging to him, adjusting your hold on his hand as you gently trail your knuckles against the inside of his wrist. "I do miss you." You stare at your hands. "I know it's weird because we're--y'know--closer than before, but I-I do miss you."

The expanding wave of tension in his chest begins to deflate. You're good at that, at redirecting and soothing without even realizing it. A talent that had contributed to his original desire to loathe you. "I understand that." He runs his thumb over your knuckles. "Things aren't going to get less busy. That's why I want to use all the time we have."

You nod slowly, a hint of understanding making its appearance in the set of your brow. "I know."

"What you wrote," he begins, too aware of how much he means the question that follows, "Did you mean it."

"Of course I did." Not an ounce of hesitation, of uncertainty.

He turns your hand over before shifting his fingers up the inside of your wrist. "You wrote about wanting to see me."

"I did..." The pad of his thumb gently makes its way up your forearm. Your even breathing falters. "I do."

Coriolanus lets himself look up just enough to take in your expression. "Then stay." He swallows, too aware of the sudden dryness of his mouth. "Please."

You glance up at him through your lashes. There's a softness there that jabs at him. "Okay."

He lifts the back of your hand, carefully brushing his lips against your skin. "You mentioned wanting to see a library."

You wrote about it once. A brief mention in one of your letters of the small room in your school's office that served as a sort of communal study space with a few books stacked on a small shelf. Your longing had been clear.

Nodding curiously, you agree, "Yeah?"

"I could leave for my classes a little earlier tomorrow, you could come with me." The proposal comes out slowly, his own suggestion taking him by surprise. "My driver could bring you back, that'll give you time to meet the tutor that's being sent over for your sisters, and then when I get back we'll look at the paintings."

You immediately grin, "Really?"

He finds himself smiling back, pulling your arm closer. "Whatever you want."

You beam. "I'd really like that."

"Good," he affirms with a nod of his head that's a touch too forward. He regrets it almost immediately. "If you like it, I might be able to get your own tutor to meet you at a library."

Part of the still uncertain victor program relies on setting up the victor and their family with a new life. Education plays a role in that. Placing any one of you in an actual Capitol run institution is far out of the question. For everyone's sake. Even if the thought of sharing a classroom with someone from 12 didn't horrify the Capitol parents, you and your siblings wouldn't be able to just jump in. It's not that he views you as unintelligent, but District 12's education system isn't exactly on par with the Capitol's.

"That sounds nice," you sit up a little straighter, excited by the prospect, "A part of me kind of misses school."

Another aspect of your personality that he had learned about after your Games. You like school for the sake of it. "I'll check on the arrangements tomorrow."

He clears his throat before you can do more than just nod, "It's getting late."

Coriolanus carefully sets your hand down on the comforter. You awkwardly shift, now more aware of what you agreed to than ever. "Right," you push yourself to stand, "You need your sleep."

He pulls back his sheets before you can think about it even further. You crawl into the provided space without looking at anything in particular. He's quick to join you beneath the safety of plush bedding before leaning over and turning off the bedside lamp.

Darkness floods the space. There's something about the absence of light that makes things feel heavier. The potential intimacy of the situation sneaks up on him with no warning.

This isn't a loss of control. It can't be. It was his idea, he had pushed and convinced you to stay here. He's aware of everything that's led up to this moment, but that's not enough to stop him from wondering if this is something than he should have known better than to embrace. He had accepted the familiar, fickle knotting of his stomach once before.

Steady warmth presses itself against his arm. He blinks, head turning a second too quickly. Your hand has found his. Coriolanus relaxes, allowing himself to fully relax against his pillow. You pick up on his shift, reflecting it by laying down as well.

For someone that had been so hesitant, you seem to know what to do better than he does. You pull his arm towards you, gently trailing your fingers against the exposed skin. Heat crawls up his neck.

"Goodnight," you mumble, voice already drowsy.

Coriolanus lets out a long breath. He grasps your hand, bringing it back to his lips before settling back into the position the two of you were in before. "Goodnight."

#the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader

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fengxun · 2 months

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the lucio nation army has decided to back off (same anon as before- hiya~) and now we feast. how about some cassidy cuddles?

FIVE MORE MINUTES – COLE CASSIDY X READER

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie.

CONTENT.⠀gender-neutral reader. just fluff. Cass calls you 'sweetheart' and refers to you as his partner. ~0,6k words

NOTES.⠀I'm so sorry for this horrendously late response LOL it's been a busy week. Here's a sleepy, clingy Cassidy for the soul <3

You don’t think Cole realises just how affectionate he is.

A pat on the back, a gentle clasp on the shoulder after a job well done, a noogie if he’s feeling playful. He’s changed a lot over the years, but he’s still the same man you love. He’s carefree, keeping tension off the air with his chatter. He’s close to the rookies, putting up with Hana’s teasing jabs or going through one of Zarya’s ‘easier’ regimens. He trains at the shooting range with Fareeha every Thursday. He tries to help Baptiste with whatever he can, even if he’s more distracting than helpful.

He’s not shy with physical affection—that much is obvious. He’s more careful with his superiors (as he should be, you think bemusedly) but with you?

Total free rein.

He kisses your cheek every morning, greeting you with a good morning, sugar that never fails to elicit a reaction from you. He kisses your forehead every night, holds you close against his chest as his fingers dance across your skin until you both fall asleep. He likes having his arm around your waist, loves letting your hands brush together when you walk side by side.

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie.

If it were any other time, you’d tease him for it, but your love for him consumes your being entirely. You let the innate desire for him to be yours, heart, mind and soul, grow stronger every time he glances your way. You want to be the only one who gets to see him like this—asleep, at peace, at home. He’ll call you a sap if you ever say these things out loud, but the redness at the tips of his ears will betray him. Much like the smile on his face will.

The morning sun shines and peeks through the gap between the curtains as the day begins its course. Cole grumbles something in his sleep, not quite ready to start the day just yet, and languidly pulls himself closer to your body. You can feel his chest against your back, rising and falling with each breath he takes. It falls into a rhythm that lulls you into a state of tranquillity, but as much as you’d like to stay here, there’s a lot of work to catch up with today.

Begrudgingly, you push yourself into a sitting position. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can rest, right?

“Cass,” you whisper, gently shaking him awake. “Get up.”

He blinks one eye open, his brows furrowed until his gaze lands on you. Relaxing and sinking deeper into the sheets, he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you back down. An endearing chuckle rumbles in his chest at the surprised yelp you let out.

“It’s our day off, sweetheart.” Sleep is still evident in his voice as he speaks. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “Work can wait.”

You sigh in mock exasperation, though you don’t make an effort to pry his arm off your waist. “You promised to help out Torbjörn and Baptiste today, remember?”

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Cass.”

“Hmm.”

You bite back a smile. “You’re gonna prove Hana right, y’know. About you being a lazy bum.”

“Can’t I just spend the morning in bed with my partner?” His complaint is more playful than it is of genuine upset. With how close you are to him, figuratively and literally, you can just tell that he’s in a good mood. “Come on, sweetheart. Five more minutes.”

And his five more minutes will turn into ten more, fifteen more until someone inevitably comes to look for one of you and rings the buzzer at the door. It’s never five more minutes with him, but as he peppers soft kisses from your neck to the curve of your shoulder, you think you don’t mind spending the entire morning like this.

#anonymous #all #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch x reader #cassidy x reader #q

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grumpycakes · 7 months

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SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO CONT.

OCTOBER 18 2023 • DAY 2 VOTE 2 • 11:30am

< Previous (day 1)

McHenry, interim Speaker, doesn't slam the gavel so damn loud for once!!!!

They have the Chaplin lead the house in a prayer. And like, she seems lovely, the prayer was fine. But the fact that we have a CHAPLIN SAY PRAYER BEFORE THE HOUSE COMMENCES A VOTE. WHEN WE HAVE A WHOLE ASS RULE ABOUT SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE.

anyway

They are lead in the pledge of allegiance like goddamn children in US schools.

They do the WHO'S HERE, vote/buzz in to make sure they have a Quorum (aka enough ppl here to hold a legit vote of the majority of congress). There's a timer for the vote but it always runs out and sits at 0 for a few mins before they call it. It's strange.

433 are here, 212 Democrats, 221 Republicans, 217 votes for a majority, (Jordan can only lose 4 votes)

McHenry gives the SIDDOWN IT'S NOMINATING SPEECH TIME command. He had to call for the tellers like an annoyed teacher when the students they're calling aren't coming up. He is condescending and annoying to me.

SPEECHES

Mic Cole Republican Representative from Oklahoma

Talks about how he'd said the people who did this would cause chaos and uncertainty. And that he was proven right (loll you fucking said it dude)

He talks about how this garners finger pointing/blame/badmouthing between the aisle but that HE'S not going to (Very big of you, ur so good/s)

He's friends w Jim Jordan and goes into telling us how great and superspecialawesome Jordan is

When he mentions that Jordan has great personal integrity there are GROANS from the house. Damn

Says being the speaker takes a spine of steel (lolll idk if he's meaning this as a jab at McCarthy and spinelessness, but I love it)

Bullshit about Dems not helping out but that they shouldn't have to rely on them and that if you're a republican your choice should be easy (IT SHOULD, SO WHAT DOES THAT SAY)

Standard Republican BS on spending, border wall lies, racist dog whistles about illegal border crossing. Bad time all around

LOLL I realized Border Security is also BS so that's fitting

Says no one has done more for Border Security than Jordan ( first off, doubt it. Second that is NOT A GOOD THING)

Goes into Israel guilt trip

Says it's Israel's right to respond forcefully and gets a goddamn standing ovation (please stop glorifying war)

Calls on all Repub.s to use they're narrow majority to get them a speaker

CAN WE NOT UNITE CONGRESS ON HELPING A COUNTRY DO WAR????

Jim Aguilar Democratic Representative of California

Starts by saying he's here to nominate Hakeem Jeffries (bratty dems cheer about it lol)

Promises to make speeches shorter if this gets as ridonk as last time (can we start it now tho???)

Points out that Jim Jordan has had secret meetings and probably made back deals to get speakership

Points out that Jeffries has 212 votes, not technically a majority, but more than any Repub

Points out that Jordan denies the election of 2020, hasn't ever actually made legislation, or done like basic lawmaking shit

Warns of Jordan's extreme agenda of stripping abortion rights, gutting social security and medicaid/care, and his apparent willingness to not go after Jan 6 perps.

Calls out the Repubs for putting us through 15 days of chaos, and that 15 days is enough

Gets to boast about how united Dems are (very nana nana boo boo lol)

blahblahblah Jeffries, Dems get shit done standard shit

DEMOCRATS CHANT JEFFRIES FOR LIKE A MINUTE. Like I get it, but also ew

VOTING STARTS

NOTABLE VOTES

(key: * change in voting from yesterday | + same vote as yesterday)

Bacon - McCarthy + (Poor clerk has to pause to write McCarthy in)

Bilirakis - Actually votes today! Jordan *

Buchannon - Donalds * (OH he voted for Jordan yesterday!!! mmmmm two more and Jordan loses)

Buck - Emmer +

Chavez Deremer - McCarthy + (Lots of murmuring as I'm sure everyone is aware that Jordan has now lost)

Conolly - Says something about election deniers, votes for Jeffries, sounds like the Republicans didn't like it

D'Esposito - Zelden +

Diaz-Balart - Scalise +

Ellzey - Mike Garcia +

Ferguson - Scalise * (BRAND NEW DEFECTOR WEEWOOWEEWOO)

Garbarino - Zelden +

Gimenez - McCarthy +

Gonzalez (Tom) - Scalise +

Granger - Scalise +

James - Candance Miller of Michigan * (new suggestion, but he didn't vote for Jordan yesterday either)

Jeffries and Jordan get applause when they vote for themselves (rolls eyes into oblivion)

Kelly of PA - "Former Speaker of the house John Boehner" * (voted for Scalise Yesterday. Also that's how you spELL BAYNOR???)

Kiggans - McCarthy +

LaLota - Zelden +

LaMalfa - JORDAN * (Gets cheers for falling in line eugh)

Lawler - McCarthy +

Lee of NV - Jeffries but people cheered about it??? +

McCarthy - Jordan (Still gets applause about it but it's less than yesterday lololol)

Miller-Meeks - Granger * (NEW DEFECTOR WEEWOO)

Payne - MIA/Jeffries on recall but he gets claps about it??? +

Pelosi - Jeffries + (We... we don't gotta cheer for her every time do we???)

Rutherford - Scalise +

Scalise - Jordan (loll love that he's just like "I do not see it")

Simpson - Scalise +

Spartz - MIA/Actually Votes today on recall!! Jordan * (they clap about it)

Stauber - Westerman * (WHO THE FUCK?? New defector wee w-)

Tlaib - MIA/Votes Jeffries on recall +

Trone - MIA/Votes Jeffries on recall + (hey T Dems, get it together!!!)

VanOrden - Jordan + (HAS THAT ONE FAN CLAP FOR HIM ABOUT IT AGAIN. YEA JUST ONE DUDE)

Womack - Scalise +

McHenry calls them to order and then SHUSHES THEM, AGAIN LIKE AN ANNOYING TEACHER. YOU ARE GROSS AND CREEPY.

433 Present • 217 votes to win

199 votes for Jordan (OH SHIT U LOST GROUND)

212 votes Jeffries (Dems just gotta cheer about it like the petty assholes they are and deserve to be)

5 McCarthy (HA HA)

3 Lee Zelden

7 Scalise

1 Byron Donalds *

1 Mike Garcia

1 Candace Miller *

1 John Boehner *

1 Kay Granger *

1 Bruce Westerman *

(Some new names on there!)

No majority, no speaker has been chosen.

McHenry must be scarred from the back to back voting in Jan and AGAIN IMMEDIATELY calls the house into recess and the feeds cut.

IMPORTANT TAKEAWAYS/NEWS

As stated before NOTHING can happen EXCEPT to vote in a new Speaker without a Speaker appointed. And they're fast approaching the deadline for needing to have the budget done. So the Republicans basically have 2 choices.

1 Pick a different Nominee. Problem here is that there's enough far rights to stop the election of a Moderate/wiling to COMPROMISE AND WORK WITH OTHERS candidate. And there are enough moderates to stop the election of a super far right candidate.

Wee could be in a hellish limbo

2 Make a resolution w the help of Democrats to empower McHenry, Intnerim (Pro Tempur) Speaker, allowing him to oversee the budget shit and LET CONGRESS DO SOME GOVERNING.

Jordan got 4 votes to go to him he didn't have before, but LOST 5 VOTES at the same time. Jordan left everyone with the impression that he would be gaining votes. If he were a less power hungry fart, he'd step down, but he refuses.

Speaker of the house is 3rd in line to the presidency (so if Prez and Vice Prez get axed the Speaker becomes president). So it does make sense that some are fighting very hard to not vote in Jordan. However, trump and the MAGA bs has such a chokehold on the Republican base that the Moderate Republicans don't want to vote for a candidate not backed by trump. But like, what in the dystopian hell.

Jordan, to be taken seriously as a candidate, would have PREFERABLY won back votes. And while he kinda did, he kinda also lost one MORE than he gained. Amazing you failure party.

YES TECHNICALLY either 10 REPUBLICANS vote as present and let Jeffries get elected OR 5 DEMOCRATS vote themselves present adjusting the needed vote to 215 (which Jordan is still not getting). Again, Political Suicide, not going to happen.

Republicans were going to have a meeting at about 1 30PM EST.

A spokes person for Jordan said he's not STEPPING DOWN AND IS READY FOR A 3RD ROUND OF VOTING! (for the love)

Next vote to probably be held tomorrow about midday EST

Next Day 3 >

#speaker of the house vote #10/18/2023 #noon to 2pm EST #Speaker of the House Vote Recap #i never know if I'm giving too much or too little info...#US Politics

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 3

Sooooo this chapter ended up being kinda lengthy ngl. Im REALLY tryna build that tension between DK and the reader but also make it kinda awkward cause they just met but they can't help but like take jabs and flirt back and forth with each other cause they've gotten a bit comfortable with one another. ANYWHO, enjoy! Maybe 3-4 more chapters after this annnnd then it shall be COMPLETE lol.

ALSO, Chapter 2 found here

ok, I'm done fr. enjoy :D

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Chapter 3: Blow dice, Kiss tires

“So we ambush them at the end of this road?” You question making sure you got all the details right as Peach nods sternly.

The plan was to use the carts to try and get to Bowser before he even knew it and not only save Luigi but the Mushroom and Jungle Kingdoms from being attacked. If he was coming to the Princess he wasn't going to just stop there, he’d take over everything. The next step was to prepare, and quickly. Luckily, the garage wasn't too far, and based on what you’d learned from your last time being there, they could build their carts easily, and you'd be able to finish yours with that kind of tech.

“Let's make moves then.” You hum, leading the way to the garage, DK close behind.

There were a few things that needed to be addressed but you kept your mouth shut, trying not to think about how well this whole plan would play out. Worse comes to worse, you die here or even one of them gets hurt and the plan goes to shit. You sigh heavily, gaining even more of DK’s attention as if he wasn't burning holes into you every time he thought he could catch a glance at you while you walked.

“You look tense,” He begins, following you to your bike once the garage is opened, trying to get you to break your silence.

“I'm kind of freaking out, but it's fine.” You admit, trying to shake your nerves off as you place the tires onto the bike you crafted, the model and color of the rims contrasting nicely with the overall build.

“You're gonna be fine, just stick close to me, and no worries.”He offers, voice raised an octave

“With how you got your shit rocked earlier? I’ll take my chances.” You shoot back jokingly as he laughs sarcastically at the jab.

“Very funny.” He responds, watching you work in awe. You moved so quickly yet so precisely. He had hardly noticed you placing the final details before hopping on and revving it.

“Perfect.” You whisper out, jutting your head for him to come closer.

“Kiss 'em.” You chuckle, motioning towards the tires.

“What? Why?” He laughed back, trying to figure out where you were trying to go with this.

“For luck, it's like blowing dice right?” You question, revving the engine again.

“I need all the luck I can get pretty boy. So how about this, you kiss my tire and I’ll kiss yours. Deal?” You joke, seeing him shake his head as you hop off the bike, a flustered look on his face.

“I'm just messing with you, let me change and I'll be back to help with the rest of the karts.” You gulp, patting DK’s shoulder before heading off.

He shakes his head, making his way to his own kart. Kiss the tires? Weird request but you did ask nicely. Though, he was more reeling over you calling him ‘pretty boy’ more than anything.

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Not much time had passed when you returned, a biking suit matching your motorcycle much like how the Princesses matched her own. Guess great minds thought alike.

“Looks nice, yeah? You should take a picture, it'll last longer.” You hum, catching DK eyeballing you a little bit longer than usual. He smirks at your statement, watching you fix your boots.

You pause for a moment, motioning for him to come closer, which he has absolutely no problem doing. Before he can even process what you were trying to do, your fingers are already adjusting his tie with a soft smile.

“Now we both look nice.” You hum, driving forward and leaving him somewhat slack-jawed

It was about time for you all to leave, the bike and karts aline revving to prepare for the battle ahead. You sigh, rolling your bike next to the Princess as she smiles back at you, happy to have another woman on the team. Girlbossing alone gets exhausting after a bit. You rev your bike and dart out, eager to get to where you needed to as Peach follows next to you.

You hadn’t been able to ride a kart on your own yet, but damn did it feel nice speeding on these foreign roads, the wind blowing your braids back, the ponytail you once had discarded for your usual down look. You were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed Peach trying to get your attention.

“So, did they make you duel too?” She jokes, keeping up the conversation. You giggle in response

“Fortunately for me no, I wouldn't have won that fight. DK seems to know what he's doing. I just proved myself by working on the karts. It was fairly simple to understand.” You explain, a prideful look splayed over your features.

“I see. Soooo, that's why you two are on good terms, or maybe?” She side-eyes you, smirking but you quickly shut it down.

“Oh stop! He just showed me around the kingdom and the garage…and we talked.” You explain, reminiscing over the eye contact and light touches. Hell, even the quick interaction from the garage. How stupid was that to ask him to ‘kiss the tires’ jesussssss.

“Wait no! Listen, he's a prince and I'm some random girl from Brooklyn. Besides I mean I'm sure he's got plenty of fans drooling over him. Honestly, I don't know how to feel, he's such a dork.” You giggle, trying not to steal a glance at him and failing. Looks like a quiet conversation with Mario surprisingly.

“Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying here with him. He may seem like a showoff, which is very true but he's a sweetheart under it all. I actually think he wants me to stay too.” You explain, that same hotness crawling up your spine and into your face.

It wasn't long before Mario drove up beside her, also striking up a conversation while you lean back and take his previous place next to DK. The silence seemed to drag on as you both looked at each other simultaneously, only to look away and clear your throat. There's definitely tension here, awkward, flirty, or otherwise and god was it suffocating.

“How's it riding?” He chokes out, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“Oh, um it's perfect! I’ve never built my own bike before.” You giggle, adjusting the way you were sitting, catching his eyes again.

“I'd hope so, otherwise that kiss was for nothing.” He quips, avoiding your gaze with that stupid boyish grin.

He actually did it for you?

“You…really?” You sigh, heart beating out of your chest as your face feels as if it's gonna melt from how hot it is.

“Yeah, I figured why not. The fact that you suggested it was cute.” He admits, seeing you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Didn't think you’d take me seriously, I didn't even follow through with the deal.” You hum, finally gaining the courage to look at him

“I know, you can make it up to me later.” He chuckles, the statement laced with something suggestive.

You speed up, seeing the ramp come to an end, DK catching up behind you as you begin following down Rainbow Road. There wasn't much left to cover before you made it to your destination, and anxiety eats away at you. It wasn't hard for DK to tell so he sped up just to catch up to you, wanting to keep you from isolating yourself.

“The crease on your forehead is gonna be permanent if you keep looking like that.” DK jokes, poking the spot as you smile into the touch a bit, pulling away just before he could notice.

“I know, I know. Just nervous.” You admit, a heavy sigh filling the air.

“I get it. A lot has happened to you so far. Like I said, just stay close.” He hums, shooting you a smile you so desperately needed to see.

You giggle a bit, shaking your head.

“Hey, I got a question about that duel earlier.” You add, seeing his interest spike. He loves answering questions you had for him, and it seemed he was comfortable enough to ramble on and on about whatever the next topic led to. And you were happy to listen.

“You have a theme song? That's actually hilarious, but kinda cute.” You joke, as his face seems to flush and he clears his throat.

“I-I didn't think you were paying attention to that.” He admits, trying to avoid your teasing gaze.

“Ohhhh I paid quite a lot of attention to your showing off, saw you flex, kiss your muscles, pop your pecs, and thrust the air back to back…You’re quite the showoff aren't you?” You taunt, a laugh escaping your throat.

He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, hand gripping the wheel for dear life and he looks elsewhere.

“Ohhh don't get shy now. Your fans adored it, and I'll admit, watching you fight was pretty fun. You play dirty though.” You explain, noticing his once embarrassed expression warp into a flirty smile.

“First of all, I'm like, the most UN-SHY person you’ll ever meet. And second, you just admitted to liking the show, so I must be doing something right huh? I bet you liked me playing ‘dirty’ huh?” He bites back, watching you freeze up.

It was your turn to be shy now.

“Y-You… I never said-....shut up and drive boy.” You sputter, trying to hide the fact that you may or may not have exposed yourself. He laughs in response, shaking his head at how you could dish it out but not take it. Despite the moment being nice, something was wrong….If this Bowser was any kind of smart, he would have insight into your plan and come up with some kind of counterattack.

And sure enough, there was a brigade of soldiers from who you could only assume was Bowser. “It's an ambush!” Peach calls as you speed up on your bike, trying to figure out the best strategy.

The rest of the army speeds up as well and war ensues upon the road ahead, shells and banana peels flying from either end, anyone bound to get caught in the crossfire. You dodge a red shell, using one of the other koopas as a projectile, tossing the shell over your shoulder and passing one to the princess.

You managed to get separated from the main group, a gang of 4 hot on your tail as you try to lose them, slamming on your breaks as they speed past and you make a U-Turn, heading back to the group.

The sound of screeching tired and angry shouting fills your ears all before a loud boom shakes the road, making you lose balance off your bike and fall off. The blast was looser than you expected, the wave sending you backward and leaving your ears ringing. The world spins as you try to regain balance, a sense of panic taking over as you hear Peach call for Mario and sure enough falling into the water below, was Mario and DK.

Your feet move on their own, your books padding against the road as you try to dodge debris and dive in after them. DK was almost immediately knocked unconscious by a tire that had fallen, leaving you and Mario to swim after him to pull him back to the surface. You’re

gasping for air, trying to catch your breath as you choke on the salty ocean water.

“Find something to float on!” You cough out, grabbing onto whatever you could while DK chokes out the water he swallowed.

“You saved my life.” He huffs, more surprised that Mario did but grateful you helped as well.

"Yeah well, I won't tell anyone," Mario responds, hoping for a lil camaraderie.

"Good please don't," Gk responds, seeing you snicker and shake your head. The moment was unfortunately cut short as the three of you found yourselves scrambling to get away from an eel that was hellbent on swallowing you whole.

-Meanwhile-

Peach speeds down the remainder of the road to get back to her kingdom. The plan had obviously failed and as far she knew, you Mario, and DK were as good as gone. The Kong army had been captured and scooped away to be held as prisoners by Bowser. There was almost no time to evacuate the kingdom but she was quick and concise in her decision, rushing any of her citizens to safety before preparing to face Bowser alone.

The ground shook and trembled as his floating castle hovered overhead. It was now or never, if she could at least keep him occupied here and keep her subjects safe, she’d fight til the end. She was surrounded now with Toad by her side as she held her weapon defensively.

-at the bottom of the FUCKING ocean-

You're pacing now, trying to see if this eel had an exit. Hell if it wasn't gonna open from the front your best bet was the back, but after walking for so long you figured there was no use. Your head is pounding and your clothes are soaked. It's dark and cold and you're trying to figure out how this whole ordeal would be explained to your dad when you never came home.

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands, peeling off the soaked biking jacket, and dropping it beside DK’s busted kart. Pausing for a moment, hearing footsteps approach you and of course, DK decides you look like you need some company.

“How’re you holding up?” He asks, standing beside you as you sigh heavily and shake your head no.

“Why did you dive in after us? You could have gone with the princess to help her-”

“And leave you here to drown? Yeah right. I know it wasn't the smartest but it's like my body moved on its own.” You admit hands clenched at your sides.

“I guess I've grown a lot more attached to you than I thought.” You hum, seeing his eyes soften at your frantic state.

“Attached how?” He presses, hoping you'd be the first to confess the growing feelings in the pit of your stomach just so he could have a chance to confess and make it less awkward.

“I-...I don’t know, I just think we’ve grown closer as friends so far.” The word is bitter on your tongue and damn does your chest ache when his lips press in a line and he nods slowly. Ouch.

“Yeah, yeah totally me too.” He hisses out, rocking back and forth a bit to try and clear the tension.

“…”

“....”

“Any ideas? You huff out, forcing yourself to talk away from the situation despite feeling every bone in your body tell you not to.

Bits of swallowed Rainbow Road illuminate the area as Mario shakes his head, nothing coming to mind. Your hands shake as you pace again, Mario and DK’s eyes following your panicked state.

“Everything was going so well, I shouldn't have let you guys down there and separated from the group I-I could have done something.” You ramble, chest rising and falling quicker with every word you ramble.

“Hey, it's not your fault…IT'S HIS!” DK points, Making the Italian furrow his brows.

An argument was sure to ensue now, insults being thrown back and forth while you contemplate your existence. You tried to devise a plan but nothing was coming to mind. The sound of bickering was getting louder and it sure as hell wasn’t helping your situation.

“At least you’ll die without your father thinking you’re a joke.” DK huffs, looking more defeated than anything.

At the end of the day, he was probably acting how he did because he wanted his father's approval. You knew that feeling too well…Back home the only thing you wanted was for your dad to acknowledge how hard you work. You stopped eventually, realizing that you should be proud of yourself regardless of what he or others think. He settled for the same old 9-5 he hated and you followed your heart and dreams. If anything that was far more commendable.

“My dad thinks I'm a joke too,” Mario confirms, the air thick for a moment as DK breathes heavily going to speak again.

“Yeah well….YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!” He shoots back, making you pinch the bridge of your nose as they continue to bicker back and forth.

“ALRIGHT GIRLS.” You interrupt, scowl present as they take the hint to stop.

Arguing wasn't going to solve anything.

“We all have daddy issues, fantastic. Now can we figure out how to get out of here and prove them wrong?” You question, a brow raised as you look between the two of them.

“There has to be a way out...it's not rocket science.” You chuckle, realization hitting you.

“Wait wait….your kart. Follow me!” You interrupt, booking it to the discharged kart with one lone rocket looking like a glimmering beacon of hope. The three of you share a look.

Let's get this shit.

#donkey kong #seth rogan #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #donkey kong x reader #x reader #good lord #why did i write this #i know why #its that man seth rogans fault #i don't care he's hot #tension #flirting #mutual pinning?#for the love of god just kiss already #master escapeee plan #rocket science

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winterswhite · 9 months

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Some of my thoughts after rereading the A3! prologue:

Resisting every urge to point out interesting things I'm noticing in A3EN's localization of the prologue with 3.5 more years of Japanese knowledge, this is a reading club, not a translation club

Why is this the only instance of pink text in the game? I think it's really funny how they highlighted important lines in pink here and then proceeded to never do that again

Logistically I know it was only done here as a way of introducing the player to things and it has no real place anywhere else in the story, but it's still funny

Tsuzuru not catching on about the street act is so cute www

I love how you can tell from this very first interaction between Tasuku and Haruto, and then between Haruto and Tsuzuru, that Godza is a kinda messy environment behind the scenes

In retrospect, this was so fucked up of Izumi's mom (I didn't think anything of it back then, but with the knowledge I have now... whew)

hE RECOGNIZES HER

"KYAAAAAAAAA"

BACKHOE

I think it's so interesting that Sakoda was able to get a permit for the backhoe? It's something so small but I think it's fun how we see here that he has the skill needed to safely operate heavy machinery even though he's often seen as someone who isn't good at much of anything, so it really just comes down to his life circumstances more than his actual ability (I mean the kid's just being taught to read at a third grade level, and it's not his fault)

Pictured: The moment it was over for me

This whole scene is such a mess

The way Sakyo implies there have been other plays recently?? If this is Sakuya's first show, how did those work?

Oh Sakuya sounds so awkward it's hard to watch. Shoutout to Sakai for achieving that

Izumi's thoughts as she watches Sakuya perform hit different knowing about her own failures and experiences with theater

This line always, always gets me. Hard work alone doesn't amount to crap in this world. It never did for him. His mother worked so hard and yet they were poor, he worked hard and could never achieve his own goals... hard work never earned him anything. If it did, maybe he could've stood on this stage, too. Maybe Mankai wouldn't have reached this point. Maybe we wouldn't be here.

Honestly, everything here shows how much Sakyo loves Mankai and how hurt he is too

This conversation between Sakyo and Matsukawa is so much, they both care so much about the theater but Matsukawa is so desperately latching onto it while Sakyo has resigned himself to its fate, he's all but given up (just like he has on himself lol <- in pain)

Oh boy Yukio mention (the way he haunts the narrative is so much)

It's funny that Sakyo takes that jab at Matsukawa for wanting to lean on Yukio and count on him to single-handedly save Mankai, considering what he just said about hard work. If Yukio can't be relied on as the "savior" of Mankai (all the actors need to come back and everything needs to be the way it was before) and hard work alone won't do it either... he really has lost hope

Sakyo you fucking tsundere

You're the boss, boss!

Something something Izumi about to lose the last connection she has to her father even if it's not one she ever really had much of a part in before

Oh Izumi you're so bad at this

Sakyo is Not taking this (meanwhile, Matsukawa...) I do appreciate how he still gave her a chance though, however small it was

Honestly I feel bad for Matsukawa here, knowing how he's been trying so desperately just to keep the troupe afloat for eight years even though it clearly hasn't been going well

Obviously there was no way to fit this into the English localization, but I love how Sakuya introduces himself and then tells Izumi how to spell his name in kanji because of the many different ways it can be written (花の咲くの咲也です！)

I also really appreciate Izumi as a character and how real she feels right from the very beginning, from her interest in theater to her hammy acting to her quick thinking skills

Matsukawa you've been at this for years... (also I'm curious about Izumi's old troupe)

I didn't care much for Sakuya when I first read this story, but knowing all that I do about him now, this is all so endearing... he's so sweet in how he's comforting Izumi and checking in on her (and his whole thing about not wanting to lose the troupe hurts)

"Might as well fail like men!" thank you for the encouragement Matsukawa

I honestly think there's so much to be said about Masumi's character right from the beginning, like with him repeatedly asking how his acting was

Tsuzuru the biggest "struggling uni student" mood

Oh Masumi's line about just taking anyone hits so different in Japanese... Maybe I'm just not as good at picking up on certain types of slang and innuendo, but his wording is so much more... questionable in Japanese, that double meaning cannot be ignored.

Oh god I'm thinking about the A3 timeline again. I will once again try to push it back into the furthest depths of my mind because there clearly is no such thing as "time" in this universe and trying to figure it out has given me headaches before.

#i talk a lot #a3! reading club #anposting a3!

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tokillamockingbird427 · 9 months

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hey katar again ! its random anon (now 🎧 anon because everyones random ^^) :)

after saying ill ask more asks in the future (in hopes of stepping out of my poor and very depressing comfort zone.), i have a very questionable “what if” hc i would love to share; merrick beardless. not cleanly shaven, i wont put the man under THAT much misery than i would like to but, its a very big difference to which even logan would gasp audibly. (i also hc he’s selectively mute, which was not mention at all last ask until i read ur response… shame on me.)

now, heres my perspective of how this could go, feel free to add on !;

1) the poor man is going undercover(alone or with other ghosts, ill leave that up to you.) mainly because merrick has a terrible sense of style and those who are close to him will probably recognize him from afar(inspired by your hc of who in the ghosts has the best/worst sense of style from a while ago, which i also agree with :)). but, the beard gives it away if you really see who the hell it is, so, he (regrettably) shaves the beard off to his demise. tears were shed, and not only from merrick. (a comment of merrick looking like mr.clean but with more facial hair was definitely made by someone.)

2) he got shaven because somebody decided to get revenge. (this parts completely up to you :D) Poor guy probably was in such a bad mood, and the comments did NOT help. hesh was probably the main one bullying poor merrick, along with keegan and kick, with neptune making a few comments and logan snickering and almost bursting out laughing everytime he sees merrick.(would be an accomplishment but in this situation…no.) if merrick was getting bullied before this, its fucking hell now.

anyways, thats the end of this ask ! its a little long like my previous ones which i apologize about. maybe even id even share another ask one of these days about another victim caught in my thoughts. :)

—🎧 anon

Good on you for stepping out of your comfort zone! Pleased that you decided I was a good first step lol. And neat sign off! 🎧!

"Not cleanly shaven" But imagine, hairless mole rat Merrick... A horrible reality in which he doesn't have that carpet of hair on his chest. Or arms. Or legs. Or his █████ (Explicit material censored)

Logan audibly gasping has me cackling. Bro never makes a noise, vocal or otherwise, but a beardless Merrick is literally so shocking he can't help it. Just slips out. GASP!

Okay okay, you say undercover, I say undercover too... but how fucking funny would it be if he had to be a dad to one of the other Ghosts? He'd be so done. "If you do not come by the dad instincts naturally you will be provided with them." and the Ghosts being the absolute shits they are (Because *all* of them are little shits.) would 100% be snuggling up to their "dad" at any given opportunity and making jabs about the missing face fuzz. "Oh yeah, he's been told he should grow a beard out, but idk I'm just so used to his face as-is. Been like that allllll my life." "Mom said I pulled all his face hair out as a kid, hasn't grown back since." "Some people say he looks like Mr. Clean, I think that's mean. I think he looks more like Lex Luthor." "Dad with a beard? Oh never. I don't think he can grow one!" Meanwhile Merrick just has to grin and bear it. Poor fuckin guy lmaooooo.

He gets his face shaved due to a bet he lost very sorely. As apart of the bet all the Ghosts get to shave one swipe off his face. (They all ganged up on him for this bet, hence the loss. I like giving Merrick a bit of a big ego, which is mostly harmless... to everyone but himself. Lol.) They all rip into him during the Shavening, which they have made an incredibly big deal, and while Merrick would like nothing more than to melt into the floor he's stubborn as a mule and refuses to back down or beg for mercy. (Which would not be given anyways.) It remains infamous in their history for years to come... mostly because Merrick concocted the most wild heist-esqe plan to get back at each and every one of the sorry fuckers who crossed him. A plan even Rorke can't rival! So good in fact, that I cannot even describe it to you. (Cheap cop out LMAO)

Please feel free to send more asks, ones even longer than this one, and don't apologize. I love seeing what other people come up with, and you are no exception, okay?

I eagerly wait another one of your asks in my inbox! :D

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #thomas a merrick #logan walker #beloved anon #🎧 anon #dad merrick my beloved

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acaciapines · 6 months

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nano day twenty-six

words today: 2699

words total: 70717

and im DONE!!! i finished!!! it took. seventy thousand words but for the future is DONE!!! and nearly 15k longer than thanks to them lol. god knows how long watching and dreaming will be. wouldnt it be funny if its like. 10k words. imagine how much of a letdown that would be.

but thats for later! right now im DONE and free and its. wild. like. yall the thing about working on one project almost daily since june of 2022 is that it becomes literally your entire life. you start to just be like, yeah, owl house daemon au, ill always be writing that. but then you get closer and closer to the end. and its like. oh. oh no this isnt a forever thing. this thing has an ending. and i can see the ending. and im going to finish it.

WILD. IS WHAT IM SAYING.

this will be my last nano post! my nano project was ftf and i'm so happy to not write 1.6k words a day <3 it was fun for a month but not forever. i'll probably take a short break to write some fionna and cake daemon au stuff before i start to tackle watching and dreaming.

wild stuff, man. had a blast writing this.

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

Grr-click-growl wilts even more, and still pressed to the ground creeps closer to him, c’mere you and when did he start learning owl sounds? Why did he start learning own sounds? Why is there some part of him that wants to listen— “You wouldn’t come with me!” They jab a finger her direction and Grr-click-growl stops, eyes wide. “Nobody will! You just—fib, and say oh yeah we’re friends but I do everything ‘n you do nothing and I’m tired of it! Of you! Of King!” Rrr-grr-whistle— “Don’t call me that!” He could grab for stardust to blast at her but all the stardust is hers ‘n it burns to touch like home home home and no he can’t can’t ever gotta get out leave free this is a trap all just one big trap and why isn’t she running away why didn’t King run away. The trap was bright-gold. The trap was stardust. This is stardust too. Just another trap. He needs to tear it apart. The owl pauses. He can read the sorrow in her gaze and her big wide eyes, dark like space but nothing at all like space ‘cause the light is right-there and warm and not so far like his siblings. What if you stay, says some part of him. I get trapped, he reminds that part, ‘member? But what if this time is different. He laughs. Even that wanting part of him laughs. ‘cause he knows nothing ever changes. Time and time again. Different shapes but all the same in the end. They just wanna trap ‘n use him. And he’s had enough of fibbers.

#nanoblogging #chatter #fun for the future facts: i did NOT think the king&collector relationship would become so big dfngdfg #in my outline i was focusing on collector and firefly!! which is still big dont get me wrong #but as writing king and the collector had different ideas. and im so so glad for that #god. i love them. i love all of them #i love...my own...fan fiction....#<33333 #anyways time to talk about it even more in wyn's ask lol. i will be back #and a grove of palistrom to you

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Hey there, can you write an Eddie Munson x gn!reader where the reader is into witchcraft and has spiritual beliefs? They might be collect gemstones or read tarot and i would like to see how Eddie would react this

Hello, lovely, thank you for the request! I sure can! I personally think he'd go crazy, but in the babbling excited kind of way.

Will I Graduate? | Eddie Munson x gn!witch reader

Summary: Jason sees your pentagram ring and accuses you of being a Satanist. Eddie steps in and protects you from his wrath. After declining his offer to sit with him at the Hellfire table, he goes with you in the woods outside of school where you explain to him that you're actually a witch and not a Satanist. Eddie asks you to do a tarot read for him with absolute heart eyes.

Warnings: Jason (I really feel like he should be a warning lol), witchcraft, tarot readings, crystals, (I don't see them as warnings, but hey everyone is different), nervous reader

Words: 2118

a/n: I, like the reader, haven't done tarot in a very long time. This is by no means a guide book or probably one hundred percent accurate considering I had to do research because my memory was failing me. I checked with my actual guide to tarot book to make sure I didn't mess anything up, but I'm not perfect. I hope you like it my love and thank you so much for the request!

Requests are open! Master list

Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

At this point, it really shouldn’t be surprising to you that Jason has it out for you. Between the fact that you always come to school wearing all black and the fact that you try your best to keep your head down, it was a recipe for disaster waiting to happen. The whole point of keeping your head down, and talking to literally no one, was so that this wouldn’t happen. But Jason “I’m the king of assholes” Carver, never really gives a fuck about what people want. Even more so when what you want is solitude.

Having friends wouldn’t be a bad thing, in fact you’d actually like to have someone to talk to. But there’s just never really been anyone in school that hasn’t looked at you like you’re some kind of freak. You’ve only been at Hawkins High for about four months now. So still being the new kid definitely hasn’t worked in your favor either. Today just seems to be the day that shit wants to hit the fan.

“What’s that?” Jason sneers, yanking your hand curling into the strap of your bag. You try to yank it away, but his grip is tight and firm, your finger going numb under the pressure. “You a satanist freak, too?” The jock pinches the finger adorned by your pentagram ring.

Fighting away the eye roll, knowing that will only make matters worse, you keep your voice small. You really don’t want to piss him off further, “no, Jason, that’s not-”

“A freak like you doesn’t get to say my fucking name,” he spits, grip only tightening, your jerking movements making it worse. “Are you fucking stupid?”

You grunt, trying to get him to release you, the tip of your finger turning purple, “let me go.”

“Just tell-”

“You heard ‘em, Carver,” a voice booms behind you. “Let them go,” the calm, powerful tone is one you’ve heard quite often in the cafeteria. “I’d really like to not tell you again, man,” Eddie warns.

With one last sneer, angry blue eyes narrow at you, “fine, touching them will probably give them a chance to sacrifice me or something,” dropping your hand harshly. The moment you’re released, Eddie’s arm curls around your shoulder, protectively curling you to him. “Fucking freaks,” Jason takes one last jab before storming away.

“You alright?” Eddie asks, leading you towards the Hellfire table and you freeze.

“Y-yeah,” you look at the group of boys, nerves souring your stomach. You appreciate Eddie helping you out, but you’re not ready to be the center of attention in a friend group you’ve never properly met before. Honestly, you hadn’t even wanted to be in the cafeteria, but your growling stomach got the better of you on your way to the woods behind the school. “Listen,” you start, fumbling with the wrapped sandwich in your hand, “thank you for helping me with Jason.” You step out of his grip and he lets you, smile only widening.

“Us freaks gotta stick together, right?” He winks at you, trying to lighten the mood and then tension in your shoulders. You manage a small laugh at his antics. “I promise, we won’t hound you or anything like that. But if you want to sit with us, you’re more than welcome to.”

“Thanks, but I was actually heading out to the woods for lunch,” you sheepishly smile, tucking your head to your chin.

“You really shouldn’t go out there by yourself,” Eddie’s voice sounds so full of concern that your heart swells. “We just want to be your friend.”

“I-” you stop yourself, not really sure where you were going with that. Then the words spill out of your mouth unfiltered, “you can come with me if you want to. Protect me from all the squirrels and bunnies,” you tease, keeping it lighthearted. Having company might actually be really nice.

“Okay,” he beams at you, “let me grab my stuff.” Eddie rushes over to the table, relaying a quick message to the boys before grabbing his metal lunchbox. Bounding back over, his smile hasn’t gone away, “ready.”

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“Not that it’s any of my business,” Eddie asks, watching you twirl the pentagram around your middle finger. “But are you a satanist? I don’t judge, just curious.” Curious enough that neither of you cared that the bell for lunch’s end rang well over an hour ago. The two of you started talking and simply couldn’t stop. You feel like you’ve learned all there is to know about him and really hope that you get to call him a friend after today.

You like your solitude, but there’s something about Eddie being effortlessly kind that’s drawing you in.

You laugh softly at the question, not even a little surprised by it. “No, I’m not. People see a pentagram and are quick to assume that devil worship is the only religion that it could be associated with. I don’t work with him and have no intentions of doing so.” Your plan was to come out here and look for more crystals. Last week you were walking aimlessly and found a small chunk of smoky quartz. You were so shocked, you’d hoped you’d be able to find more if you came back. “I’m a witch. Or Wiccan if that makes you less uncomfortable.”

Eddie’s eyes light up, “so can you like, cast spells and shit? Like, the whole nine? Or what? Sorry,” his eyes widen, expression twisting with guilt, “that was super insensitive. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be. I’m just excited. I’ve never met a witch before. And playing DnD I’m more than a little familiar with wizards. I just want to know more about you. I’m sorry.”

Giggling at his struggle, you bite away a wide grin. “It’s okay, Eddie,” you assure him. “I haven’t done much in the way of spells aside from some protection on my house and my person. Well, I do know of a type of spell that will basically see if someone wishes you ill will and how to return it back to sender. But I also charge my crystals under the full moon to help balance them and myself. And I read tarot- kind of, it’s been a while and I’m a little rusty.”

“No fucking way,” if at all possible, it looks like Eddie’s eyes are about ready to pop out of his head more than before. “Is- is it rude to ask you to do one for me?”

“A tarot reading?” You ask, chest tightening with anxious energy. You always keep a deck on you, but it’s been a long time since you’ve done one. You’re not even sure if you remember the meanings of all of the cards, it’s been that long since you practiced. But Eddie’s eyes are sparkling with excitement and sincerity, giddy as he practically bounces in his seat on the picnic bench. “O-okay. Yeah,” you clear your throat, “yeah, I can do that.”

“Hell yeah,” his lips curl at the edges as you dig into your bag, trying to find the small pouch that contains your deck and the crystals you use to help you.

Finding the felt fabric, you pull the purple bag with gold ties out. “Seriously, it’s been a really long time since I’ve practiced,” you warn him. “I don’t remember a whole lot aside from the basics. So, please, don’t make fun of me if I have to do this by the book.”

Eddie only shrugs, “when I first started as a Dungeon Master, I went by the book too. It takes time to learn everything and be able to do things on your own. I won’t laugh at you. Promise,” he places his hand over his heart as he vows to you.

Pulling the strings, you pull out the deck of cards that’s styled to look like Lord of the Rings, your crystals tumbling out onto the tabletop.

“As if you couldn’t get more fascinating,” Eddie coos. Your eyebrows pinch in confusion. Pointing at your deck, “Tolkien is a personal favorite of mine,” he explains, “didn’t know tarot cards could look like that.”

“Maybe I’ll take you to the shop just out of town that I go to,” you hide your smile in your focus of arranging your crystals in a small circle on the table. “There’s a lot of things there that you might actually enjoy.”

“I’d like that,” Eddie responds and you don’t see the fond expression on his face when he does. “Whoa,” ring clad hand pointing at one, “that one looks really cool,” he says in regards to your tiger’s eye. “What is it?”

“That's a tiger's eye,” you lift it, letting the light catch and flash golden hues in the brown, “see how it kind of looks like the eye of a cat when the light hits it just right? It’s kind of like my crystal, I use it with everything,” you reach into your shirt, pulling you the small black cord holding a tumbled stone. “It’s great for protection, empowerment, and deflecting fearful thoughts.”

“And the others?” He asks, looking at the rest placed around the table.

“That’s jasper,” you point to the red and brown crystal, “it helps to keep someone grounded.” Going around you point at, “pyrite, think of it like a shield. Sodalite,” you continue, “helps decipher messages and focus during meditation; great when trying to read tarot. And finally, crystal quartz,” you point to the biggest crystal you own, it’s a mini tower. “This guy not only can purify and charge other crystals, it works as an amplifier. Spells, intention, whatever you’re trying to accomplish, really.”

Eddie’s resting his chin in the palm of his hand, mouth open in wonder.

“That’s how I understand it at least,” you shrug, not wanting to misinform or anything like that. “Your own research will help too. Not that you have to. Okay,” you sigh, taking a deep breath to try and center yourself. “I’m just gonna keep it simple,” you say, shuffling the deck. “Think of a question and we’ll see if the cards are willing to talk. Okay?”

“Am I finally going to graduate this year?” Eddie asks without missing a beat.

Closing your eyes, you continue to shuffle the deck. One card throws itself out, but you keep going, feeling like it’s not quite done yet. Sure enough, two more cards get sfly out, clattering to the table. When you open your eyes, you see the Ace of Pentacles staring up at you. You can't even contain your smile, "that's a really good sign," you tell him. "The Ace of Pentacles is a sign of good luck, that if you go for something, chances of success are high. Wanna look at the rest?" You ask, pointing at the two that fell face down.

"Fuck it," he grins, "let's see them."

Flipping one over you find the Two of Cups and your cheeks burn. Typically meaning the romantic joining of two people. You don't know if you and Eddie are there yet, you've only just spoken today. Wracking your brain, you remember the other potential meaning, "this signifies a close bond with another person; romantic or otherwise. In regards to your question, maybe the cards are saying you need help in achieving your goal."

"Someone to help me study?" Eddie muses.

"Maybe," you tell him, "this isn't an exact science. Especially when I'm no expert."

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie smiles, flipping over the last card. You’d be angry about someone else touching your deck, but considering this read is technically for him, you don’t mind his energy being transferred into them. “Uh, so wands…is that a king? A Knight?”

Inspecting the card and seeing no lavish crown on the man’s head, “that’s the Knight of Wands,” you inform him. “He shows great signs of determination and willpower. If you want it badly enough, you have the means to do so. Unless they’re teasing or playing tricks, I’d say your odds of graduating this year are really well. Eddie.” You smile at him as you collect your items back into your small pouch.

Just as you both stand up from the table, the final bell of the day rings. “Wanna hang out at my place? You can show me that anti ill will spell.” Eddie asks, throwing his arm around your shoulder again, “see if Jason is more of a dick than he seems? Maybe you’re also the study buddy that I so desperately need. You any good at math?”

“Very good, actually. I’d like that,” you agree, wrapping your arm around his back as he leads you out of the woods, “do you have an egg?”

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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years

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❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… you're on the kiss cam with some of the genshin boys! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… tighnari x gn!reader (ft. collei!), shikonin heizou x reader, gn!cyno x reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… no established relationship, modern!au where anthropomorphic people exist because for some reason i refuse to believe in a reality where tighnari doesn’t have his ears, 2.5k words (seperately, tighnari: 0.8k; heizou: 0.7k, cyno: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, idk a kiss-cam, heizou is a piece of dook-dook, probably messy writing on cyno’s, also he might be ooc whoops- 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… let's hope this actually shows up in the tags this time take two lol (also i’m super sorry abt neglecting event asks!! i can’t promise i’ll get to them asap, but i’ll try to get them done!!) ALSO, incredibly off topic—y’all don’t know how happy i am for cyno’s va (alejandro saab)!! i’ve been following him ever since his mystreet and yandere simulator days so it's great to see him get such a role!

𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚.

TIGHNARI definitely expected collei to be so excited during a sports event.

"wow... it's so crowded here!" she exclaimed, excitedly shaking her head in one direction after another. simply hearing her voice was enough to sense the golden sparkles hovering inside of her amethyst-colored eyes. truth be told, she wasn't used to being in the same vicinity as so many people. though eleazar was not contagious, it was always a concern for tighnari that collei wouldn't be getting proper rest or enough medicine to last for the duration of a game.

however, the archons sent an angel from above for collei in the form of you, who somehow managed to guilt trip the forest watcher into bringing her to the sports stadium nearby so she could be a quote-unquote "normal teenager," even going as far as to invite him along with you two.

he certainly did his best to refrain from acting too overbearing, and he succeeded—at least verbally.

spotting him checking collei's bag yet again after five minutes to see if she still has enough of her prescription, you quickly swatted his hand away, causing a small yelp of pain to escape from tighnari's mouth. if collei wasn't so busy 'oohing' and 'ahhing' she'd probably attempt to stifle a laugh.

"you really have to relax, 'nari," he scoffs at the nickname, but it secretly makes his heart skip a beat. "see, collei here as every reason to be anxious, however..."

you jabbed a finger at his chest, smirking. "you don't."

slightly confused to see you settle back into your seat after your gesture, he sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms and legs. "what, is it illegal to care about collei now?"

you frowned a bit at his retort. "no... but now that you're here, you'll might as well enjoy yourself, right? she definitely is."

tighnari looked to his left, where collei was animatedly joining the cheering spectators. it was obvious she had no clue what was going on much less know what team to root for, but seeing her being completely fine made him physically relax.

it seems as though he made himself so comfortable that he didn't even clock the sudden placement of a gentle, warm weight on top of his hand.

"c'mon~ please? for me?"

tighnari liked to think he was better than this petty form of persuasion. when it came to you though, it seems to be a different case. shaking his head, he nodded before you lifted your hand from his (an unexpected chill ran through his arm after that), clasping your hands together in glee.

it would've been a sweet moment, him staring into your eyes while you did the same in return for a few seconds, if it weren't for the blaring buzzing sound filling the stadium, ruining it all.

"oh, that must be half-time!" you exclaimed, shooting upwards from your spot, being sure to take your belongings with you so they would slip off from those foldable chairs. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick-"

"[name], master, look!!" collei was quick to interrupt your sentence. usually, tighnari would scold the girl for cutting into people's sentences, but seeing as she was pointing rather aggressively, he believed it was worth looking into. or in this case, up.

and there were him and you—front and center of the jumbo screen attached to the vaulted, steel ceiling above with a plethora of digital hearts and kiss stains floating everywhere. he didn't even need to read the bold letters spelling out 'KISS-CAM" to figure out what was going on.

just his luck, right? he got what he wanted—to stare into those big, colored eyes of yours—but unfortunately not in the way he would've preferred. glancing back at you, he was met with unabashed shock not towards him, but to the screen above.

tighnari knew how these little games they played during intermissions work. try to ignore it, and they'll move on with someone else only to come right back at the two of you, similar to the physics of collei's boomerang. it's best that they get this over with before further public humiliation ensues, after all.

slowly, he leaned in to press his lips against your cheek for a second or two before pulling back. takes the least amount of time and best of all, is the least awkward. a win-win, right?

well, as fate would have it, you seemed to notice just in time, jolting your head towards tighnari so fast he didn't have time to register something soft grazing over his lips.

wait... what?

he was quick to pull away, completely aghast at the sudden feeling, you mirroring the exact same emotions. he was too focused at everything going inside of him that it took him a while to snap out of his shocked state, darting his multi-colored eyes away from you and looking into the peripheral of his vision to find that the kiss cam has moved on to some other unsuspecting people that were actually romantically involved with each other.

tighnari glanced upon you once more, only to find you still stubbornly standing there—looking like you just wanted to sink in the floor right now. for some reason, he could only muster up a slight smile tugging upon his lips.

“the bathroom...?”

“oh, right!”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫.

as much as you enjoyed HEIZOU’S company, you really, really hate sitting next to him right now.

“pfft- hey [name], look-” he barely managed to carry out his sentence before combusting into laughter, shoving his phone into your face to show off the latest unappealing, oddly good-quality photo he took of one of the players tens of feet below them zoomed in, most likely a face they made during a collision or accident of some sort. it was quite strange, yet fascinating, how he managed to take some of these pictures spot on but somehow always makes them blurry when you convince him to take a cute one of you.

“not now, heizou!!” you groaned, trying your best to the device away from your view (much to your dismay, he has a stubbornly, sturdy arm strength), eventually settling on attempting to peek away from the screen (unfortunately, he was just as swift as he was strong. isn’t there anything he isn’t good at?!)

though it was barely 30 minutes into the game, the atmosphere was quite tense as the crowd of viewers (with the exception of heizou) excitedly watched in bated breath as players perform at their best, or at least near it. really, even if you weren’t a fan of the sport, you can see why everybody was so invested in it, both emotionally and financially. as they zoomed pass, in the midst of the cheers and the heat of sweaty athletes hard at work, it couldn’t help but add further on to the atmosphere.

at the sight of your intrigued facial expression, he couldn’t help but soften his face, letting a brief moment of... honestly, he didn’t even know what wash over him. weakness? relaxation? who cares? he certainly didn’t.

his outstretched arm bended at his elbow, while the grip on his phone loosened. the young maroon-haired man didn’t even clock the fact that he repositioned his arm so he could rest his cheek at the palm of his hand—well, the cool glass screen from his cell phone.

almost immediately, he remembered to keep his guard up, quickly shifting into his usual menace of an attitude.

your focus on the game almost managed to let the snap of heizou’s camera go unnoticed. keyword: almost.

“ha, talk about a total nerd,” heizou commented teasingly as he took a picture that you’re absolutely going to complain about later, despite the fact that if anything, he was definitely the ‘nerd’ out of the two of you.

“wha- don’t do that!” you exclaimed, completely disregarding the fact you were going to start a scene and plunging into the detective’s obvious trap.

he only smirked, reaching out his arm to violate some poor person’s personal space just out of your hands, resulting in you placing a hand on his chest to keep yourself up an attempt to retrieve his phone, delving further and further into embarrassing yourself later: which at this point, it doesn’t seem you even care.

lost in his thinly veiled bullying, the two of you didn’t even notice the loud ‘BUZZ’ filling the stadium, and the subsequent camera operators aiming the infamous kiss-cam at the two of you. of course, his renowned intuition already led him to believe this going happen, going as far as to expect you two were going to be the first ones on the gigantic screen above.

“fine, you want my phone so bad, but i want you do to do a little favor for me, yeah?” you quirked your eyebrow in brief confusion, only to be quickly cut off by the detective propping himself up and closed in on your lips. really, to him, it was like everything was setting off at once through the kiss, only to end so abruptly as he pulled away, his green eyes meeting your almost stupefied appearance.

heizou wasn’t the one to overly focus on a single moment in time—it was a habit that a detective had to develop in order to watch the big picture. however, he couldn’t help but try to justify it in his mind; making a whole other picture. it felt like the burst of fireworks illuminating in the dark sky, shining brighter than the stars. in reality, the “fireworks” were just the people around them erupting in whistles and screams, yet it didn’t make it feel any less magical.

eventually, he pulled away, viridescent eyes gazing upon your reaction, only smirking as he tossed his phone at you like it was nothing, completely disregarding the red pinching his cheeks. he was a man of his word, after all.

𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬.

this was one of the most idiotic activities CYNO had the pleasure of participating in, not that it was reflected in his rather crossed expression and his current thoughts at the moment.

“one more! one more!” you repeated as the silver-haired man rolled his vermillion eyes, shaking his head. for a few seconds, he glanced down upon the arena below looking at the players dashing all over the place. it was as if you’d blink, they’ll be doing something completely different all of a sudden. really, he wasn’t the one for sports, but even he can acknowledge the event was significantly more interesting than whatever the hell you wanted to do.

not even bothering to do anything else to display his annoyance, he fetched a piece of crackerjack in your direction. apparently, his attention wasn’t so detached from your frivolous games that he watched as it successfully made it into your mouth with a bit of shifting around on your part. nevertheless, even after exerting so much effort in a rather easy toss (at least, in his point of view), you still cheered in victory, even though the section the two of you were seated in wasn’t particularly rowdy.

somewhat surprised that you didn’t show any embarrassment as any usual person would after the sudden outburst, he observed as you sat down back in your seat, finally not obstructing the view from the poor spectators behind the both of you (well, with cyno’s hat, it wasn’t like he was better).

“are you done?” he inquired. though this was simply an innocent question, some of the people encompassing the two of you looked as though a chill ran down their spines just how vexed he seemed through his voice. cyno passed the nearly-empty bucket of crackerjack to you—it was barely the end of the first half, yet with the incriminating food all over the floor, it didn’t exactly take a detective to solve the case of the missing game snacks.

“mhmm!”

“that’s good,” the mahamatra sighs, hoisting up his elbow to rest on his knee, his chin perching on the palm of his hand as he decided to gaze upon the match below. “why are you so invested in me flinging food at you instead of the game? it is what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

the joy in your face slowly faded away, being replaced by a slight frown as you sighed, mirroring his actions not too long after.

“well, yeah... but i want to hang out with you.”

unbeknownst to you, cyno widened his eyes a bit, not knowing how to process such a small bit of information. of course, questions aside, (such as, if you really wanted to hang out with him, why take him to a place where his attention should most definitely be directed somewhere else?) it wasn’t very often that he was invited out to places unless it was from particularly plucky students attempting to kiss up to him when they were attempting to cover up academic misconduct.

sure, the two of you could be considered close, depending on your definition of the word. regardless, he wasn’t under the impression that you and he were close enough that you’d go out of your way to spend time with him.

he wasn’t sure as to why, but the thought was enough to make his heart flutter.

deeply exhaling, as if suddenly contemplating if he really wanted to go through with this, it managed to catch your attention enough to shake your head towards his direction.

“fork some over, yeah?”

“huh?”

“toss some,” he answered, simply gesturing to the bucket of snacks in your grasp. though, it didn’t stop you from looking at him in shocked glee.

apparently, the silver-haired young man registered it as confusion, so, without prior warning, he latched on to your wrist, then proceeded to direct you into grabbing a piece of crackerjack and throwing it across a short distance so it would pop into his mouth with ease.

“like that.”

unfortunately, the short distance also represented the space between the two of you; given your current seating arrangements, being so close to cyno as you are right now seemed impossible mere seconds before. satisfied with his small fill and leaving you with an empty paper bucket, he set his eyes on the field below once more, slightly perplexed when there wasn’t anything going on.

meanwhile, slightly upset at the fact that the mahamatra had stolen your last pieces of food, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit flustered after glancing up towards the ceiling for a change of scenery.

distracted over trying to figure out the whereabouts of the players from earlier, the kiss-cam from above was fixed squarely on you two, and you swore you could hear cries from the distant crowd trying to grab cyno’s attention (in addition to the not-so-subtle neighboring onlookers practically yelling at him.)

paying no mind to his incredible willpower to resist the masses (or complete social unawareness), you started to feel frustrated with the pressure around the two of you. it wasn’t exactly the end of the world, of course—but a little bit of you doesn’t want to admit that you really, really needed an excuse to act on your feelings.

much like cyno’s nonexistent attempt to alert you of what he was planning on doing, you grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and smashed your lips on top of his. as quick as it came, you let go almost instantly, the slight taste of crackerjack still fresh in your mouth.

letting out a quick breath in relief that the kiss cam decided to go away from the two of you, you subconsciously turned away from the young man, placing your hands on top of your face. you went to overlook the floor below you, cringing at your actions. what the hell was wrong with you?! sure, in some aspects, maybe you weren’t exactly the god of wisdom herself, but surely you have enough intelligence to know that you can’t just kiss people out of the blue!

yet that just raises a question... what if he wanted that?

it was a stupid idea. idiotic, even. however, there was a burning, aching desire to discover if that was the case, to the point you decided to ignore the personal repercussions to your emotional well-being.

so, peaking out from in between your fingers to gauge cyno’s reaction, you’re surprised to find a small smile creeping up his lips as he continued to watch the empty field.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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thatseventiesbitch · 10 months

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If you are doing fic requests, can you make one of Donna, Eric, Jackie and Kelso meeting again after a long time and that leads to Eric to confront Kelso about Jay and Leia dating, I love overprotective dad Eric and I'm sure Kelso would take this opportunity to do his iconic burns lol

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Thanks for the ask! This is part 1 of a 2 part double-date drabble (part 2 here 😁) Prompt Ask Game

"Be nice," Donna warned Eric as he pulled open the heavy door to the restaurant and they walked inside.

"Nice?" Eric exclaimed, incredulous.

Donna rolled her eyes. "Fine. Be... not awful."

"I'll try," he growled under his breath.

Donna waved. She spotted Jackie and Kelso across the room, and jabbed Eric with her elbow. "C'mon."

"Eric Forman," Kelso drawled as they approached the table. He stood up and reached a hand out towards his old friend, like he was going to shake his hand. But when Eric extended his, Kelso yanked his hand back and smoothed his palm over his slicked back hair. He laughed abrasively, and then yanked the scrawnier man into a hug anyway.

"Ha. Ha," Eric forced a laugh as they pulled back.

"Jugs a 'Poppin," Kelso acknowledged Donna next. He stared at her chest while he sucked on his teeth. "Still got those poppin' jugs, I see."

"Michael!" Jackie swatted at him.

"And you haven't changed at all, Kelso," Donna chuckled. She and Jackie sat down on one side of the table, and Eric and Kelso sat on the other.

They kept it cordial during their beverage order, and the bread basket. Packers vs the Bears, some small-talk about their jobs, a little about Red & Kitty and Kelso's folks. But as Kelso downed his first beer and started on his second, he licked some of the foam off his upper lip and smirked at Eric. He was starting in.

"Can't believe we have kids now."

"Yeah." Eric shook his head. "I know. It's weird. All grown up."

Kelso shook his head. "All's I can say is I'm glad me and Jackie had a boy." He burped inelegantly, and leaned in with another smirk. "So I only have to worry about one dick instead of every dick, like you."

Eric's expression hardened. "I'm only worried about one," he glared at Kelso. "Your kid better keep his nasty little hands off my Leia, or there'll be - "

"Oh they haven't done it yet," Kelso interrupted casually. He took a bite of his entree. "I asked him last week." He smirked conspiratorially. "Even gave him a few pointers, if you know what I mean - "

Eric slammed down his silverware, hard enough that it caught the attention of the tables around them. He stood up, shoving his chair back from the table with some force.

"Eric," Donna's eyes immediately shot to his, a warning, questioning look on her face. We talked about this.

His inner conflict was apparent on his face. Eric stood for a minute longer, eyes darting for the door like he was contemplating an escape, but he finally sighed and slid back into his chair, his loyalty to his wife and daughter winning out. He rested his head in his hands, while he heard Donna order him another drink. Something stronger. That was probably a bad idea.

"Kelso - you have a daughter too," he said, finally dropping his hands to look at his old friend again, exasperated. "How do you want guys to treat Betsy when they date her?"

"Oh, she's not allowed to date," Kelso chuckled.

Eric sighed. "Leia wasn't, either. Until Jay came along."

It had been the wrong thing to say. Kelso was grinning like a cat who'd eaten the canary.

"Yeah. Yeah, we Kelsos have that effect on women," he grinned proudly. His eyes widened comically. "Including your wife and daughter. BURN!"

Eric rolled his eyes. "God I... love this topic. So much."

Kelso nodded smugly. "That's why I always bring it up."

The waitress arrived with the whiskey Donna'd ordered for him, and Eric grabbed for it desperately. "Alright, give me that."

"I think it's perfect that our kids ended up together," Kelso continued. "It'll be the burn that keeps on burnin'."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Eric interrupted him. He felt the alcohol already. "No one said anything about 'ending up' together. This is a phase, alright? I'm not spending my Christmases with you."

Kelso looked wounded. "Why not, man? I do an awesome bottle rocket show every year." He grinned and held up his left hand. "Almost lost my thumb last year."

"That's... why."

Kelso had turned serious - well, as serious as he ever got, anyway. "Jay really likes her, man."

"Well of course he does. What's not to like?" Eric shrugged dismissively.

"I think we should give them a chance."

Eric was thrown by the usually goofy, immature man's tone. "A chance?" he sputtered. "A chance to do what? Get in her pants?"

"No, man. To fall in love." The words were soft and sincerely said, and they took Eric by surprise. He was quiet for a minute, actually considering Kelso's words. But then he started to laugh.

"They're 16, Kelso." Eric took another sip of his drink and shook his head, as if to reassure himself. "What are the chances?"

Kelso shrugged. "I mean - look at you and Donna." He grinned. "And me and Jackie."

Eric raised his eyebrow. "How many times have you guys been divorced again?" Kelso flashed a 2 on his fingers, and Eric frowned. "Yeah, I'm not sure that qualifies as a happily ever after..."

"Oh, we're happily ever after in bed, Eric, and that's all that matters."

"Aaaand it's time for the check." Eric glanced around hastily. "Waiter?"

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Hello, could I get something smutty, semi-smutty, however you like it, with V from dmc where the reader is wearing really short shorts and he can't keep his eyes off of her? If you don't vibe with this ask, I completely understand, thank you for the time in advance <3

GUESS WHO!

It's been quite the break, but now I'm back! I had probably too much fun with this one lol

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~Damn Girl~

V × Reader (NSFW)

Another day, another moment closer to his doom. At the rate they were going, they would never get to Urizen in time. He could feel it, the demon king’s power growing by the minute while they all stayed on the sidelines waiting for Dante to get done playing around with these low-level, wastes of time. Impatient and scared, he stood with Griffon sitting on the music player while shadow lie at his feet, fast asleep. His thoughts ran wild through his head as he tried to read his book, flipping through poem after poem trying to find something to distract himself and give him some sort of hope that they could make this work. He frequently wondered if this little team would even be capable. His brother, the child,… and the women were all strong in their own ways, but with how powerful the demon king had become, it was uncertain whether or not their strength would be enough.

Lady and Trish… He remembered Lady from back then- back when he was young and foolish, making an alliance with her father to open the portal. He could still see the pain and confusion that wracked her body, bled from her eyes. She stared up at him from under his sword, accusing him when it had been Arkham’s plan all along. She had been deceived easily as she was young and naïve. She was different now, standing tall having put her past behind her and had grown into the demon hunter look. Next in line for judgement was the demon.

Trish bothered him. The fact that this demon had his mother’s face made something inside of him burn with a hate that he couldn’t seem to direct at anyone. It wasn’t her fault, after all. She had been created and did not get to choose her face. He understood this feeling well as they shared a former master. Mundus was a cruel bastard from the choppy flashes of memory he had left, some of the pieces still clearly missing. The nightmares had shown him glimpses of the torture he had endured in the underworld, the years he had spent stuck in that armor. He was a heartless, mindless, killer that lived for Mundus, existed for Mundus. It was hellish, his consciousness deep inside that zombie-like state, screaming and crying out in agony.

Simply because of that, he couldn’t hate Trish for anything, knowing that the bastard had to have hurt her too somehow. Though what bugged him more than Trish just wearing her face, was also that she just so happened to be Dante’s good friend. His brother seemed to have an iron grip on their mother in life and now even in death. It angered V more than anything, remembering how she would always take his side. He remembered how the last interaction he had with his mother was her taking Dante’s side, chastising him for simply not wanting to fight his brother. All he wanted to do was read his book and she took HIS side.

Never mind that now. He had to stay calm.

Nico was a character. She was annoying, but very bright and handy. If here was something malfunctioning, it didn’t take her long to fix it. Rarely, she proved to be entertaining, occasionally drawing a smirk from him as she rambled on and jabbed fun at the others. She wasn’t a fighter, but was valuable and reliable as a support, fixing gear and fashioning up new weapons for the group to use.

Then… there was her. A little odd, but still a beloved member of their group. She wasn’t much of a fighter, rather specialized in healing. She had some strange magic that closed wounds faster and gave a power boost to friendly attacks. It made her an invaluable support to have and would make her a main priority in the battles ahead as that power could be very useful in defeating the demon king.

Like Nico, she liked to wear shorts outside of battle, those jean shorts with the frayed ends that hugged close to her thighs. He thought they looked nice, but did his best to look away, believing that it was frivolous to indulge in such behaviors. He also believed it to be rude to stare at women in an inappropriate manner as it was impolite and typically unlike him. Something changed that today, however.

She walked in from the very back of the RV, from the room with the bunks and the fold out couch as she usually did, stretching her arms above her head. He was glad she looked well rested, the usual dark bags under her eyes were lighter and appeared less stressed. When he looked down, though, he found that he couldn’t look away.

“Hey guys! Still waiting on that dummy to get back?”

She walked right past him up to the front speaking to Nico, who sat in the driver’s seat. His self control was gone. He couldn’t help the way his head turned as she walked by, couldn’t stop how his eyes followed the way each cheek pressed into the shorts with each step.

“Yeah, he’s still out there. I thought he’d be back by now,” said Lady as she crossed her legs and leaned back over Trish’s shoulder to peek at her magazine. That didn’t matter at all to V. He was too distracted to care about what those two were saying. How could he when her ass spilled so deliciously from those deathly short shorts. They hugged her ass just right, the very bottoms of those succulent cheeks peeking from the frayed seem of the denim.

“Nero’s with em. He should be fine as long as they stick together. Cant say I’m worried in the slightest.” Nico yawned as she propped her feet up on the dash. The healer didn’t look so sure, however, her focus darting out the window of the van into the direction they left in. V was sure that if her weapon hadn’t been damaged in the previous fight, she’d have gone out there to help without hesitation. There wasn’t fight without her weapon, however, so she were stuck in the van.

Trish stood up, dropping the magazine she had been so invested in onto the couch and moved for the door.

“I’m going to see what’s taking Dante so long.” She claimed haughtily, as if she was slightly irritated that she had to get up, but V could tell she was worried about her friend, something that made him so jealous that the only thing keeping him calm was the view of those shorts hugging the healer's inner thighs so tightly. It was a strange mix of anger and envy that clashed hard with the arousal he felt by her presence.

“I’ll go too. I want to see what all the fuss is about. It’s too stuffy in here anyways.”

Lady followed suit, shutting the door after Trish, leaving to Nico stare out the window after them, being oddly quiet. After a moment of contemplation, she seemed to get an idea and stood from the driver’s seat.

“Okay, Kiddies. I’m gonna follow after em and see if they drop any goodies for me to use. Don’t wreck anything while I’m gone. Nero’s gonna need a new breaker soon anyways, so now’s a good time as any to grab somethin’.” With that, the chatterbox of a woman was out the door and chasing after the other two women.

V suddenly felt nervous as he realized he was very much alone with the woman he had been interested in since he had laid eyes on her. Here she was leaning over to grab something out of her bag, showing him the reason he struggled to keep his composure.

"So, V, you aren’t going to go help or are you still tired? I know you’ve been under a lot of fire recently. Nothing wrong with needing a break.”

She finally sat down across from where he stood and smiled up at him, bright and beautiful the way those soft lips curled. He only wished he could taste them, bite them.

“No. I would rather not partake in their fight. I need to expend as little energy as possible.” She nodded in response with a cheeky smile, something that made him slightly nervous. It was like she knew something he didn’t and that instantly put him on edge.

“Do you see something you like, V? You’ve been looking at me since I walked in.”

He blushed furiously at the accusation, but also shock as he had no idea that she had even noticed. After all, she didn’t even spare him a glance as she walked by.

“I have done no such thing.”

She laughed in his face. Under normal circumstances, he would have slaughtered someone for daring to make fun of him, but this was no normal circumstance. This was her. Even as she chuckled warmly at his expense, he still felt only embarrassment and was in no way angry. How could he be? He had just ogled her ass not too long ago right in front of everyone. It’s only fair she’d point it out and/or be upset if she noticed.

“Oh, I never took you for a liar, V. To omit some things, yes, but never to lie so blatantly.”

Shit… he thought as she re-crossed her legs, swallowed as he noticed the way the denim hugged her plush thighs. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he control himself? He stood there watching, eyes locked on her legs and it only proved her point.

“It’s okay, V,” she said as she stifled a laugh, “there’s nothing wrong with taking in the view every once in a while… though if you're interested, I’d let you touch them. You can deny all you want, but your eyes are saying otherwise.”

What…? She was offering to let him touch her? Where? Why? Questions raced through his scattered mind as he felt the sweat bead at his forehead. Here he was trying desperately hard to keep cool and she ruined it by offering something he couldn’t possibly resist.

Before all of this, he would have called her a harlot, a little witch trying to sway him with sex appeal and he would have told her to her face with no remorse. Now? He loved it. He loved that feeling deep within him every time he saw her. It made him feel alive- made him forget that everything was falling apart.

“Ridiculous.” He stated simply, panic and impatience buzzing in his limbs like wasps.

“What do you want, V?”

What did he want?

“Tell me what you want, V,” she whispered as she drew closer and closer, that tantalizing mouth becoming too much to resist.

What did he want?

His lips crashed into hers, his palms on her smooth cheeks as he claimed her. He did as he craved, nipping into that full bottom lip, his hand slipping to cup the underside of her head. He nearly shivered as he felt her hands hold his waist close to hers, their bodies pressed tightly together. The love of his life held him close as if he would slip away if she let go. He didn’t want her to. He wanted her to hold on forever, keep him held tight in her embrace. It was a feeling that nearly felt foreign to him. Being loved…

“V.” His name was muffled against his lips as he couldn’t pull away, both of their mouths moving together clumsily, but with such a passion that it failed to stifle the heat in his belly.

“I want you… I want you so bad, V… I wanted you since the day you killed that demon… fuck… while reciting that damned poetry.”

He bent her over, pushing her face into the cushions as he ground against her, and took great enjoyment in her pitiful whines. V considered himself a passionate man, one that would rather make love to a woman rather than fuck her senseless, but those damn shorts had him becoming something he wasn’t accustomed to. It was some strange primal side to him that welled to the surface when he looked down to the curve of her butt. It was animalistic how he needed to ravage her, tear that denim into scraps and scatter it around them like rose petals. His mind wandered away in a fog of his imagination, running through the scenarios that played through his brain like memories. He could see her laid back in a bed, legs spread and ready for him, her hands gripping the pillow above her as he railed into her relentlessly. Though the images he saw behind his lids were mouthwatering, they also deeply saddened him, because he could not see himself in his current state doing things like that to her. He saw who he used to be… should’ve been. The taught muscles that rippled underneath unblemished skin, his ivory hair that fell out of place with every thrust of his hips. If he could fix th-… If Dante could fix this, then maybe there would be a chance for that dream to become a reality, however, she was here underneath him as he was- a fragile little half of a human that was sure to perish if they failed.

“You just had to tempt me. Were you so in need of my attention that you went this far? These don’t leave much room to the imagination, dearest.”

She stuttered some unintelligible answer, but whether he understood it or not didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was how hot she was for him- how those soft cheeks were ablaze with red, how her usually controlled breathing was now quick. Watching her writhe with every drag of his bulge sent sparks up his spine and raised the hairs on his arms.

He wanted to see her cum just as much as he wanted to seat himself inside of her warmth.

“Do you feel what you have done to me? The haze of your beauty makes me blind, the mist of lust lost me down a never ending trail. The brush of your skin is like the brush of leaves as I explore the unexplored.”

She stared up at him from her odd position, lips parted and eyes lidded in maybe wonder or arousal. He smirked in amusement as he relished in what he was doing to her, knowing that every word he said had her so compliant, so submissive to him.

“Why don’t I finally take these off of you, my love? Hm?”

Finally, he could hook his fingers under the waist of that sinful garment and pull it off of her once and for all. When he did? Perfection. He savored the slow slide as he pulled them down under her ass, revealing the soft fullness he had only been imagining days before and now here they were. Her soaking wet pussy peaked from between her ample glutes, the wetness smearing over her inner thigh. He didn’t even get the shorts off of her yet before he began to grope both cheeks, pressing down with his palms. How could someone be this perfect? He wondered as he squeezed each one and earned a small moan for his efforts. He used both thumbs to spread her open, a ragged whine tearing through his as he saw that sweet little hole he was about to claim as his own.

“That actually feels wonderful. I don’t think anyone has ever massaged my ass before. I think it’s actually better than a back rub.”

He grunted as his thumbs dug into a particularly pleasurable spot for her. The sweet moans that tumbled from her lips had him so stiff. If there was a second time, he would definitely indulge her later, but at that moment, he just needed her so badly.

“Dearest… Can I-… Please?”

He didn’t know what overtook him, but he felt a wave of shame crash through him because he couldn’t say what he really wanted. He needed to tell her how he wanted her to ride him as he thrust up into her hot core. He wanted to feel her juices run down over his hip bone when he’d spear into her. For whatever reason, he believed that she could fulfill his deepest desire, his lust for purpose. She would make him feel needed… wanted… all by simply accepting him at his weakest.

“Please, V! Please fuck me! I fucking want you to take me…”

Not like this… Not from behind. He wanted to see her face. He wanted to grasp her breasts as she bounced on his cock, needed to feel her toned, yet soft thighs press into his waist.

“Let me…” He couldn’t say it. For whatever reason, he just couldn’t communicate it aloud. He wasn’t usually one to be bashful, but he understood why. When was the last time he had sex? He definitely wasn’t experienced enough to be as confident as he liked to feign and figured it was only natural to be anxious, not wanting to disappoint her.

Patiently, she watched him undo his pants and the cord of his coat with heavy lids as he laid down on the floor of the RV, thoughts of the dirt and whatever else that might be there were set aside. He’d been covered with nastier things while waiting for their return. She followed suit in dropping her shorts the rest of the way down her legs, having understood what position he wanted. What V saw had him groaning pathetically.

She wore no undergarments under those fucking shorts.

“My dear… you’re going to be the end of me.”

She giggled behind her hand which he thought was odd considering that she stood over him wearing nothing below her waist, yet needed to cover up that adorable smile. She was so strange to him, such an enigma and yet he couldn’t stay away, always drawn to her eccentricities rather than repulsed.

He motioned for her to come down to him, to sit in his lap and finally give him that much needed friction. When she finally did, he felt the oxytocin rush through his brain, rampage through his body as the pleasure curled around each toe, every finger. The slick slide of her folds over his cock had him reeling. He murmured low, quiet moans with each roll of her hips.

“Fuck, V… How are you so hard?” She whimpered into the back of her hand.

That was a dumb question, especially when the answer was: everything. Her smell, her eyes, legs, and hips all made him insane. From where he was, straddled by such a gorgeous woman on the floor of someone else’s RV, he felt nothing but sweet intoxication as her perfume flooded his lungs. He needed more. He needed her to move.

He took charge, grasping at her ass so that he could drag her sweet pussy along his dick, so relieved and yet still wanting. He gazed up in amazement at the way her lips parted, lost as she eagerly ground into him, wanting him just as much as he needed her.

“Come now… indulge me…”

He loved how his words made her shiver as if is his voice were like a sort of aphrodisiac. Every sound had her soaked with the need to be stuffed full and with her eagerness, that need would be satiated very soon.

So finally, she rocked over him once more at a new angle, his aching cock slipping deep inside of her in one long stroke. Time stopped. The world effectively stopped spinning as her deep warmth engulfed him in a thick haze of ecstasy. She was so unbelievably tight, he thought to himself as his moans were strangled in his throat. The feeling was so strong, he feared he’d meet his release too soon, silently begging her to wait by holding her hips firmly in place.

V felt shame, being driven into a lust ridden dog all over a pair of shorts. Underneath the shame, however, he was thankful and thrilled to be able to cup her thick cheeks in his hands. His toes curled as he thought about how the soft flesh spilled between his fingers since her ass was too big. She was so fucking perfect.

He finally started to grind upwards into her heat, the feeling of popping too quick had subsided. She assisted in lifting herself up off his length only to drop right back down and bottom out, sending V into a fit of pleasure, his nails dragging red lines over her skin. On her hands and knees over him, she rocked over him, picking up the pace for her own benefit, his precious girl’s eyes closed in bliss as he seemed to drag over all the right spots.

“V… it’s so good… I wanted your cock so bad… Those fucking things…”

Your last few words confused him, but didn’t stop him from propping himself up to start meeting your rolling hips with his own hard thrusts. His eyes lidded, he gazed up at you to question your strange thoughts.

“What do you-“ he let out a soft grunt as your cunt squeezed him so good, “-mean, love?”

She leaned forward, still snapping her hips downward and moaned into his neck, wet squelching noises rang in his ears when the angle changed. The feeling had him lifting his head up and gasping up at the ceiling, the feeling amplified by her soft lips mouthing at his carotid artery.

“Those shorts are so uncomfortable,” she hissed through bared teeth, “I thought you’d like them… I’m glad it worked. Quicker than I thought…” It made V’s eyes widen in realization. She wore them on purpose. It was no accident that she wore nothing under them either.

He growled and thrust up into her harder, feeling her wetness splash with every slap of his flesh against hers. Fuck yes… he could feel it river over his abs, the sensation burned him as it was like finally experiencing one of his fantasies. Something so small- something that should be disgusting, only made him so much harder. V could tell she could feel it as well judging by how she writhed above him, how her moans turned to sweet keens. His thumbs dragged along the center of her rib cage so he could cup her perfect breasts, rubbing them back and forth over her stiff nipples. If the position wasn’t so hard on his back, he’d have sucked one into his mouth. He salivated at the thought of licking those perfect tits as she bounced, her fingers tight in his hair.

His imagination was so vivid, he almost burst again, having to abandon the breasts he only started to fondle. He had to slow her down.

“Too much… too much, damn…”

She smirked knowingly down at him, proud that she could make him feel that good. She shouldn’t be anything less than proud of how skilled she was.

“Going to cum so soon, sweetie? We only just started.”

V took all the strength he had to lift himself up, knocked her onto her back.

“And if I am? It’s all your fault. That’s what you wanted to hear, right little wanderer?”

Her sharp gasp had him reeling. He needed to make her cum. He needed to occupy that cocky little mouth with sweet whimpers rather than those arrogant little quips. He’d make her feel so good she couldn’t speak.

Hooking his arms around her thighs, he buried his face between them, his lips giving wet kisses to those sensitive lower ones, sucking them into his mouth. Her fingers were quick to tangle into his hair and scrape over his scalp as he worked, tongue peeking between plush lips to taste her clit. He relished in every sweet moan that tumbled from her and groaned with satisfaction into her inner thigh when she squeezed them tight around his face. His tongue flickered over her, obsessed with the musky taste of her slick, not minding how it smeared on his cheek or dripped down his chin.

“V! V, oh my- Fuck!!!”

He doubled down, desperate to please her. Her chest heaved as he ate, ribs rippling under her skin as she flinched at a particularly shap bit of oversensitivity. It was a pattern he found himself invested in as he dragged her closer and closer to the edge of climax. He flickered his tongue over her clit, but when he noticed her teeth bared, her legs shake, he slowed down to a more languid motion and would even explore. He dipped his tongue into his pussy, heat sharp down his chest and into his abdomen as he remembered he had just been fucking her and now his tongue was pushing into that same hole.

“V… please. I wanna cum! Please!”

He obliged and though he would have rather kept teasing her, she was right. He wanted to cum too, after all. So he latched onto her clit, lips tight around her as he sucked hard on it, his hand abandoning one of her thighs to push a couple fingers deep into her pussy. The noises she made were unholy. These feelings… he had never felt this way about a woman before, never for any other being in his life. Not even that sweet young woman in Fortuna could even remotely compare to the woman underneath him now. She was a little minx, a temptress that danced around him and had him bound by her spell. He couldn’t put a finger on why that was. There were plenty of women he met in his life that fancied him, beautiful ones at that. By comparison, she wasn’t as ‘beautiful” as the others, but something about her made her like a goddess in his eyes. She didn’t need to be perfect. She needed to be his.

He was broken out of his trance when he felt her thighs shake against his cheeks, heard her moans start to spike as any words she tried to speak became senseless babbles. She was getting close.

“I’M-! I’m gonna-! Oh god!”

She gripped his black locks with an iron grip between her fingers and it was borderline painful, but nothing could stop him from keeping his brutal, yet gentle pace on her clit, his tongue flicking in just the perfect way to make her cry out. He focused hard on the sounds she made, focused hard on giving her that sweet release she deserved.

“I’M CUMMING! OH GOD, V, I’M CUMMING!”

Her body jolted, abs tightened, and her pussy pulsed around his fingers as she came. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she convulsed in pleasure, her orgasm strong enough to rip through her body. As he noticed her peak start to descend, he slowed his pace as to not overstimulate her too much, but felt his cock twitch when he noticed she had squirted on his hand. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him proud that he had it in him to do that to her. When her legs finally parted to let him go, he slid his fingers out of her, whining at the line of her cum that still connected to her pussy. She was absolutely wrecked, sweat dripping down her brow, her cheeks flushed red as she panted, still trying to catch her breath.

“Sorry to be impatient love, but I have to have you… need to take you.”

He climbed over her, black tattoos rippling over the little muscle he had and he wasted no time in taking what he wanted, spearing himself deep inside of her.

He kissed his sweet darling hard as he set a bruising pace. The wet heat was absolutely, mind-numbingly intoxicating as it sucked him in, their lip lock only pushing him closer to spurting his seed deep inside her. He could feel the coils of magma twisting inside of him, the soreness in his legs that nagged him usually was non-existent as the pleasure flooded through his blood, the chase for his climax was the only thing important now.

“Baby… V, you’re so good… please…”

Please, what, love? What could you be asking for now? To cum again? Already? Did he feel that good to her?

Fuck…

“Touch yourself… I want to watch you touch yourself… insatiable little fox…”

His little minx listened like a good girl, fingers quick over her clit as he hips clapped into hers, his balls bouncing against her ass each time.

“Such a good girl… such a beautiful girl…”

He rambled on as he felt his climax growing closer and closer.

“V,” She whined, drawing his attention once more, “The mess… they’ll be back soon… what do we do?”

He figured he’d cum inside, that she could just carry it in those cute shorts until she changed in the back, but the idea wasn't shared it seemed.

“Where do you want it?” he nearly begged feeling himself get close as he imagined where he’d get to cum on his sweet girl.

“My mouth… I swallow it… that way it won’t get anywhere... just tell me when you’re gonna-“

He pulled out of her, his cock throbbing to just about completion. Her request had him feeling like he was going to burst.

“Now! Now, damn it…”

He knelt back on his haunches as he watched her scramble to catch his cum in her mouth and as soon as he saw that waiting tongue, those lips parted and ready for him, he grunted loud as he started to cum. He watched every shot of his load spill into her sweet mouth, whined as she swallowed every bit of it and he sighed as she suckled softly at the head of his cock, as if she were asking for more. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get him hard again.

“Fuck.” V whispered as he watched her lick up the little bit that dripped from the corner of her mouth.

“Hurry and get dressed,” she giggled as she grabbed her clothes and left to change In the bunk area, leaving him to slip back into his pants. He could smell what they had just done in the air and figured it wouldn’t be hard for Dante to figure it out. He'd hoped that everyone else would be ignorant to his recent actions… everyone except Trish. She would definitely know… He’d just spray air freshener and hoped it would help hide it.

Little temptress…

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 8 months

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this isn't about natsu on his own but more of a natsu and lucy theory (or hc(?? since ik it won't be true) and the importance of their relationship and status as -both- mcs had mashima done things with a little more thought

basically it roots from anna's 400 year plan and the reason she decided to send the kids to that specific time to kill acnologia and it was because lucy is alive in this time

I don't believe for a second that anna was "the most powerful celestial wizard to ever have existed", not with lucy in the picture -and having seen literally not a single instance of anna using her powers- my hc starts with anna seeing through the eclipse gate and discovering one of her ascenders will hold an inmense ammount of power and unique relationship with the celestial keys when she grows up and that's when she makes up her mind, she will send the kids to a timeline where her most powerful family/clan(? member will be alive and be able to help them

and now onto the natsu part sorry this is getting long ndhsjf

I think zeref creating natsu was ultimately what made him lose his final straws of sanity tho I can't remember if this was canonically implied

but I also think he was sane enough to realize making so many demons as tests to revive natsu made him completely unable to raise his brother and in his last moment of conciousness he decided that anna and the dragons were far better options, even if it meant natsu was deliberately being used as a war pawn, so he used whatever remained of his power to make natsu more powerful to be able to survive this war and hopefully being able to kill him as his way for atoning for not being the brother natsu deserved to have

and there you have it, pretty much natsu and lucy's relationship was threaded by fate and the plan was for the dragons slayers to kill acnologia under the support of the actual most powerful celestial wizard that has existed or will ever exist

you can think of little moments under this pretext, like why was lucy's father set up on bringing his daughter back after finding out she's part of fairy tail, or how natsu and lucy together was the catalyst a handful of characters needed to surpass their traumas

idk I like them both a lot be it platonically or romantically, mashima could've expanded their relationship so much more 🤧 but anyways hope you liked my derrangedness

I know u sayin a lot right now but i have to let u know in the midst of your paragraphs i zoomed tf in on this point specifically

Cause i sorta wrote a whole ass essay some time ago bout that and it activated my neurons.

Anyways! Onto your actual ask!

Honestly we share a pretty similarish school of thought on the situation there as a whole. With regards to how the heartfilia's got thrown into the mix (and Anna. I have, mixed thoughts on how she was used in the final arc and just her being there in the present the whole time. Home girl would've been a much more interesting character if her role stayed in the past and her connection to the dragons expanded on but! Gettin off track!)

I think the only part here where we may differ majorly is around where you said this-

It's just in my head I always found it so hard to wrap my head around the idea of Zeref doin all that to just give away Natsu. It always felt so hard to believe that mans literally undid the fabric of death to give away his hard work.

(Note this is not a jab at you for using it! It's just me disliking it in canon lol, I personally don't like using that reasoning. Plus with my mental characterization of Zeref he doesn't feel like the type to atone or fix his wrongs to me so can't really see him doing certain things willingly. Forgive me i'm sittin on a whole ass different characterizations and plot beats that im holdin onto for the thing i'm writing that i dont wanna rlly let loose yet)

But like, you're right! Natsu n Lucy work as a neat package deal of MCs! Two weirdos! Blah blah the demon and the star child, blah blah the writer and the guy who's a book. Daddy issues but in opposite directions! It's fun that they're linked with each other! Wish it was used more :)

#talking to the firebird #i love natsu n lucy together tbh its just that in more recent years ive leaned away from the romantic side of em #i got nothin gainst it its just theres only so much romantic content u can take before u start gettin bored #plus it doesnt help at all that makin platonic content of em still can run u into ppl taggin it as ship which gets so annoyin #but uhhh i think i got off track here i was gonna say something relevant here #uhhhhhhhh anyways ur hc theory thingy is cool extra big thumbs up for u my comrade i like it :)

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weirdgirlcroix · 2 years

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Blacktober 2022, Week 1: The Cookout

I'M BACK BITCHES and this time it's to post a short story I wrote for blacktober. This one was a blast to write cause Russ is a new oc and I just fixed up Ivan's backstory, so I got to explore writing their backstory for the first time. Content warning for mildish homophobia and uhhhh a lot of fire. Previous chapter (technically) is here and the follow-up is right here.

Russ didn’t give a damn about the 4th of July. That holiday was for white people who thought that slavery actually ended with the 13th Amendment. That being said, he was a hell of a good griller, and he’d take any chance he could get to host a cookout and invite a bunch of friends over. As the fateful holiday approached, he texted and called nearby family and old friends to invite them.

He hadn’t done the best job at socializing lately, but there was one new name in his contacts that stuck out: Ivan Beatty. They’d met because Russ had gotten Ivan out of a sticky situation recently, and they hadn’t talked in a couple of weeks. Russ wondered if they were doing better now. He shot them a text, Yo I’m hosting a cookout on the 4th. Wanna come? and stared at his phone, hoping for a quick response.

A minute later Ivan responded, maybe and sent a thinking emoji.

What you thinking on? You don’t know no one who’s coming but it’s all family and friends they’re chill.

………… ok.

Russ sent a couple of skull emojis. The periods LOL. I’ll text you the date and addy see you there. He couldn’t help smiling to himself, feeling like he’d accomplished something. Ivan was so quiet, but maybe now Russ could finally figure out what was going on inside their head.

Finally, the 4th of July arrived. Russ got an early start on grilling since there was a lot on the menu: a few fruits and veggies, hamburger, hotdogs, and wings. One could smell grilled pineapple and barbeque chicken wings from anywhere on the block. Jamie, his beloved golden retriever, kept begging him for a piece of chicken. Since no one had arrived yet, Russ relented, tore off a piece of meat from a chicken wing, and tossed it to her. She snapped it up and wagged her tail in thanks. He grinned, pet her, and finished up the wing so he could go back to grilling.

As the guests arrived, Jamie greeted them by running up to them and barking, and she received plenty of pets in return. Russ shook hands and bumped fists with each of them and offered them sodas from the cooler. One of his friends from high school smirked and asked, “It’s been forever, Russell! You still on that sigma male grindset shit?”

“I’m on that focusing-on-health-instead-of-relationships shit, if that’s what you asking,” Russ retorted as he flipped a couple of burgers.

One of his cousins spit out her soda while laughing. “I thought you was gonna ask if he was still on that homo shit. He gotta be ‘cause he be wearing them flannels every day. Ain’t that a lesbian thing?”

Russ slowly began to remember why he didn’t talk to his friends and family as much. He had the urge to take off his unbuttoned green flannel, but that would make him look worse. “There ain’t nothing gay about knowing how to dress, Michelle. Y’all know I like bitches.” Russ couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually fallen in love with a woman, but that was beside the point.

“The nigga you was fucking with in 9th grade—”

The flames in the grill flared up like a horse rearing its head, spooking everyone in the conversation, and Russ hurriedly checked on the burgers and hotdogs to make sure they weren’t burnt. “Aight, y’all, that’s enough. Relax ‘fore I burn everything on purpose,” he said jokingly. He couldn’t sound too serious, or he’d get accused of overreacting — not that he wasn’t prone to taking things too far, but he was totally in the right this time. He was a normal gym bro and he was straight as an arrow.

Before someone could think of another jab to throw at him, he decided to change the subject. “Speaking of fire, y’all wanna see something impressive? I’ve been working on this one. Stand back so y’all don’t get hurt.” Russ didn’t keep his ability to control fire a secret, and it was the reason he was always the life of the party. He poked a finger through the bars of the grill, and a few small flames latched onto it as if he were lighting a candle. They gave his finger a warm tickling sensation, but they didn’t burn him in the slightest. He pulled his finger back out and held it in front of the crowd. The flames grew large enough to engulf his hand, and he lightly flicked his wrist upward. The fire plopped onto the grass and formed a self-sustaining ball of energy that didn’t need to burn an inch of grass to keep itself alive.

People clapped, already impressed by the display, but Russ wasn’t done yet. He furrowed his brow and concentrated even harder on the fireball. It grew bigger and bigger, taking on a humanoid shape. Eventually it formed a blazing silhouette of Russ himself. He handed it the pair of tongs it was holding, and it took some finished hotdogs off the grill before setting the tongs down and fizzling out. He bowed dramatically and went back to grilling, taking in the audience's whoops and cheers.

That trick was exhausting, so he wouldn’t be showing off for a while, but at this point he didn’t need to. The conversations had moved on from targeting him to the usual cookout talk: the latest sports and music news, how everyone’s relationships were faring, and venting about the latest white bullshit. Russ chimed in whenever he thought of something to say, and he really began enjoying the cookout. He was surrounded by people who enjoyed good food, good conversation, and thought his jokes were hilarious. There was nothing to be mad about.

Russ finished grilling when there was enough for everyone to have seconds and then some. He made himself a juicy cheeseburger with a side of grilled pineapple and a can of Mountain Dew. As he ate, he realized that there was a glaring problem: Ivan hadn’t shown up yet. They’d seemed hesitant to come, so maybe they just needed some convincing. Russ pulled out his phone and called them, but they didn’t pick up. Instead he received a text that simply said, hi.

Hey. Where you at? You’re missing the cookout.

Ivan took a couple of minutes to respond. ik. idk if i should go.

Russ frowned at his phone, earning him a few judgemental looks from the people sitting near him. Why not? I made a ton of food and it’s lit you ain’t got nothing to worry about. You scared ‘cause you don’t know nobody here? Russ couldn’t imagine what it was like to be an introvert who didn’t like social interaction, but he supposed that anyone who’d been invited to a cookout with people they didn’t know would feel overwhelmed.

yeye. I can show up for a few ig. omw.

“Score!” Russ thought, pumping his fist. Now he could finally learn what Ivan had been up to these past few weeks in a face-to-face conversation.

~~~

Ivan knew they’d regret going the second they got on their bike. Not knowing anyone at the cookout besides Russ wasn’t a plus, but it wasn’t the main problem either. If they weren’t able to keep it together, there’d be another disaster.

They parked their bike outside of Russ’s place, a brown brick row house at the end of the block. It had a porch with a swinging bench and a lawn chair, and some people were relaxing there while nursing cans of coke. When they saw Ivan they waved and wished him a happy 4th. He nodded back, too nervous to speak. Russ had bragged over the phone about how good of a griller he was, and at first Ivan had his doubts. But the grilled-food smell wafting from Russ’s backyard was delectable. Maybe things would go well if Ivan focused on how good the food was.

When they opened the gate to Russ’s backyard, the first thing they noticed was the amount of people. About 25 people outside, an unknown amount inside, and even one fluffy golden retriever. That meant at least 26 possible casualties. Pressure started building up, and they took a few deep breaths to try and calm themself down.

The second thing they noticed was Russ in the middle of the crowd, chatting with someone who looked kind of similar to him — a half-sister or cousin, maybe? — about how well different NFL teams had performed during the last season. Russ stood confidently with his arms crossed and his dark red hair falling over his left shoulder. His tan face was coated in brown freckles, as were the faces of a few other people at the cookout. Ivan figured it ran in the family, which he thought was nice. Russ’s bushy unibrow was raised in surprise as his relative said that she actually wasn’t a fan of the Baltimore Ravens at all, her boyfriend just made her go to their games.

When Russ spotted Ivan, he walked over and dapped them up like they were old friends. His dog, who Russ had mentioned was named Jamie, bounded up to them and sniffed their hand. “How you living, man? You came just in time, the food’s still warm. You more of a burger or a hot dog guy?”

“B-B-Both,” Ivan stammered, absent-mindedly reaching down to pet Jamie. They hadn’t gotten a good look at Russ’s face up close since the day that they’d met. They liked how so many of their features were the opposite of Russ’s: dark ebony skin, short curls cut into a frohawk, a pair of brows that they shaved into dots. They were much stockier than Russ, and he was toned but fairly tall.

Russ waved a hand in Ivan’s face. “Earth to Ivan? I was saying this is my stepsister Anita.”

Anita had a sweet smile painted on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Ivan nodded again. Russ hadn’t made fun of his stutter yet, but what if someone else did? He couldn’t afford the extra stress right now.

Russ patted Ivan’s shoulder and explained, “This guy is just super quiet. Come on, Ivan, lemme show you around some.” Russ led Ivan around the backyard and introduced them to people that they’d probably never see again. His little tour ended in front of the grill, where he explained, “And this here’s my pride and joy, besides Jamie. I’ve had her ever since I moved here and she ain’t failed me once.”

“W-Wow.” The grill wasn’t lit right now, which gave Ivan a little time to think of an excuse to leave if Russ did decide to start it up.

“It’s a little harder to tell now, but I actually just cleaned her the other day. Finna clean her again tomorrow,” Russ continued. “Oh, you wanna see something sick? I already ate some regular food — which was hella good, by the way — but I haven’t eaten any fire yet. I was doing some intense tricks earlier, so I gotta get my strength back up.”

Before Ivan could react, Russ jogged to a small garage on the side of the house and returned with a couple lumps of charcoal. Ivan wanted to protest, but all that came out was a jumble of stuttered syllables. The pressure within him was growing exponentially as Russ took his lighter to the coals and let the flames engulf them. He was starting to grow dizzy. The sun was glaring down on him like a laser beam, and he was sweating bullets. Jamie barked incessantly at him, aware that something was about to happen, and it made his ears ring. There was only one way to return to normal now.

“Ivan? This the second time you’ve spaced out, man. What’s up?” Russ snapped his fingers in Ivan’s face, and they exploded.

The ground shook with the force of a 5.7 magnitude earthquake, if Ivan had to guess. He was frozen in place, filled with a mix of horrid relief and regret. The guests screamed in fear and confusion, and Russ desperately tried to evacuate them. He’d finally figured out what was happening, but he wasn’t a professional and he had trouble corralling everyone. Ivan wanted to explain that everyone would be fine if they got as far away from him as possible, but his voice could hardly be heard over the sound of shifting earth. He recalled the days when he could raise his calm yet authoritative voice loudly enough to cut through any commotion, and the earthquake’s magnitude ticked up to a 5.9.

Once Russ managed to get every guest out of the backyard, he began trekking his way back to Ivan. “What are you doing?” they thought. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”

As if reading their mind Russ called out, “I fucked up! I wasn’t thinking ‘bout how you hate fires! I got no idea how to make it up to you, but I’m sorry!”

Russ’s apology made Ivan feel a little better, but it wasn’t enough. What if Ivan killed someone? Or decimated Russ’s house? What if someone else figured out they were the problem and ostracized them for it?

To Ivan’s surprise, Russ stepped closer. “You remember how you calmed down last time, right? I think you was thinking about happy thoughts! And, uh, we was holding hands!”

Fragments of memories from that night popped up in Ivan’s mind. Russ was right; he did hold Ivan’s hand while they thought about the good things in their life. But Russ couldn’t get any closer to Ivan than he already was. Ivan jerkily raised their hands in protest, hoping that Russ would stay away.

Luckily, Russ got the message. “You right, I’ll prolly die if I get too close. Maybe try… pretending to hold my hand?” He outstretched his hand, squeezing his eyes shut as if keeping them closed would make him closer to Ivan. They mirrored him, holding up a trembling hand and closing their eyes. Had anything good happened today? Besides petting Jamie, not really; they’d spent the entire day worrying themself sick about the cookout. How about this week? They’d gotten hired to be a personal trainer, which was definitely a good thing. Plus, Russ had called them eight days ago to rant about the best puppy he’d ever dogsat, and that was an uplifting phone call. Life wasn’t all bad, Ivan realized. There were plenty of low points, but the good moments balanced them out.

Slowly, Ivan’s seismic waves grew weaker and weaker. Suddenly, they felt a large, rough hand latch onto theirs. They cracked an eye open and saw that Russ had finally reached them, awkward smile painted on his face. The last couple of seismic waves flowed out as Ivan smiled back. “Y-You saved me. Again.”

“That’s what friends are for, yeah? We still friends?”

Ivan looked around. A few of Russ’s guests nervously peeked into the backyard, assessing the damage from afar. Russ’s house had sustained a couple of cracks, but it was still standing. Jamie had calmed down a bit, and she ran between Russ and Ivan to make sure the two of them were okay. Nobody was badly injured or dead, the damage was fixable, and Russ still liked him. “Yeah. We’re, we’re still friends.”

Russ’s smile grew wider. “Good. This cookout’s officially over, but you can stay for a bit if you ain’t well enough to go home.”

“I’d like that,” Ivan decided, smiling back.

#ken's shit #blacktober #blacktober 2022 #blacktober week 1 #writing #i was a little worried that the cookout would be like inaccurate cause #covid kinda fucked up how often i go to those #but it lich rally doesn't matter i'm just tryna have fun lmao yk #i would like to know if the earthquake damage and ivan's stutter is realistic tho #rename

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robinegreenwood · 2 years

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'fall'ing in love

James Potter X Reader [best friends to lovers]

WARNINGS : none that I can think of ?? they make out lol. its pretty clean.

WORD COUNT: 5106 words — it’s pretty long

It was September 23 and autumn had officially begun at Hogwarts. The school grounds certainly proved as much as they sloped wonderfully in an array of vivid shades of yellows, oranges, and reds. You found the view of the landscape to be particularly breathtaking, feeling almost humbled as you gazed over the rolling hills that led the way to the black lake. You were sitting lazily on the edge of a stone bench, casually leaned back against the castle wall as you waited for your friends. The group of you had agreed that the autumn weather simply had to be taken advantage of before winter blew its frozen wind over the grounds. An afternoon walk had thus been in order, but the longer you waited for them, the less sure you were that your friends hadn't fallen asleep in their dorms due to the warm hazy feeling of the day. But, much to your relief your attention was quickly drawn to the sounds of a loud, friendly banter coming from one of the school entrances. Your eyes followed the sound, and you smiled as you spotted your friends making their way over to where you were sitting. Lily and Marlene were leading the group, with Sirius and Remus not too far behind, and very last but surely not least, was James Potter, your best friend.

"Hey guys," you stood up as they reached you, "Glad to see you didn't get lost."

"Only in your eyes YL/n," James shot you a wink.

The group groaned at how terribly cheesy the line was but you merely shook your head at the curly haired boy, you didn't mind his lines one bit, no matter how seemingly terrible they were.

"Well, is everyone ready to explore the beautiful nature around us?" you asked humorously.

The group around you went completely silent before Lily started hesitantly, "Um, actually Marlene and I sort of forgot that Mogonagall's assignment is due tonight and we're hoping we could take a raincheck on the walk?"

"Oh," the smile fell from your face, "Yes of course you can, another day then."

Lily and Marlene both smiled at you in apology and you turned towards the boys questioningly.

This time Sirius started, "Y/n, I'm really sorry but I also have to finish the assignment, I didn't quite forget about it, I just didn't really do it,"

You nodded in understanding, you weren't surprised by Sirius's behavior, but it still hurt that everyone seemed to be dropping out on your plans. And it seemed awfully strange that Lily and Marlene hadn't done the assignment, especially Lily, but there wasn't anything you could do about it.

You looked hopefully towards Remus, "Are you still free?"

"Yes I finished the…"

Remus was quickly interrupted by Sirius who jabbed him in what was meant to be a discreet fashion. Remus's eyebrows furrowed as he turned to Sirius who just stared back at him in a look that plainly said 'what in Merlin's name are you doing?'. It only took a second before a look of clarity came across Remus's face as he caught on to what Sirius was hinting.

You waited expectantly as he restarted, now speaking in a suspiciously polished manner, "I finished the assignment but I just remembered that I agreed to help Mrs. Pince stack books in the library for a few house points. I'm awfully sorry."

You looked around the group, nodding to yourself as you tried unsuccessfully to convince yourself that you weren't disappointed. Afterall, fall was always a busy season for everyone and it wasn't like their excuses weren't valid.

"Hey," a soft voice drifted into your thoughts, "I don't have anything to do if you're still up for a walk?"

Your downcast gaze lifted up to meet James'; the deep midnight color of his sweater had brought out the blue of his hazel eyes, and for a moment you were lost for words.

"Y/n?" he repeated, looking at you in a puzzled manner.

"Oh, yes sorry I just zoned out a bit," you smiled before quickly ducking your head and running a hand through your hair in an attempt to hide the blush you felt spreading across your face.

"So we'll see you guys later?" Lily waved happily at you both.

"Yes at the quidditch match," James nodded.

"Don't be late," Sirius winked before giving a knowing look to James.

James merely shook his head and uneasily ran his hand through his tousled hair.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at James as the group began making their way back into the castle, "What was Sirius on about?"

"Oh you know," James grinned nervously, "Sirius is always dramatic."

You nodded, only slightly unconvinced as the two of you turned to the cobblestone path that lay along the edge of the forbidden forest. It was a magical charm you had managed to perfect the year before, making the cobblestones appear and then gradually disappear as you passed over them. Taking a deep breath in of the fresh autumn air you allowed yourself to steal a look over at James. He looked utterly enticing. But he was your best friend since you could remember and that meant he was off-limits; a piece of forbidden fruit that you could never touch, never call your own. Sighing to yourself the two of you continued to walk the path in a comfortable silence.

After a few moments you looked back over at James who appeared to be lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked curiously.

"Well," he said, stopping to look at you mischievously, "I was thinking about how fun it would be to toss you in the Black Lake."

"What?" you stopped dead in your tracks.

"You heard me," James grinned before he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in the direction of the briskly, cold water.

"James… Potter!" you squealed as he lifted you up bridal-style and continued marching towards the lake, "You put me down right now!"

"Where's the fun in that?" he grinned widely, the two of you now getting dangerously close to the edge of the water.

Quickly thinking up a plan to escape your predicament you reached down and jabbed James in the sides, taking him by surprise before you began to desperately tickle him.

"Hey, hey!" he laughed, "Stop that- that's cheating!"

Laughing along with him you continued your desperate plan of escape, James' arms were loosening his hold on you and you could almost taste freedom until…

"James watch where you're going!!" you shouted as you spotted a large dip in the grass.

Unfortunately James was too late to see what you were shouting about and he lost his footing, the two of you went down in a tumble of arms and legs.

Laughing together you tried to straighten yourself out but only succeeded in landing yourself directly on top of James. Your hands touched the earth on either side of his head, hoisting your head up, the rest of your body pressed fully against his own. His hands settled naturally on your hips and his gaze met yours unwaveringly. You swallowed nervously as your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, a fear grew in your mind that he could feel just how fast your heart was pounding. Looking down at him you were tempted beyond imagination, the feelings you had been hiding for so long were fighting to get to the surface; a war was on in your mind and you weren't sure which side of you was going to win. His face was slightly flushed, and his hair disheveled, but somehow you were even more allured. Your eyes blinked open widely as you caught yourself lowering closer to him, horrified at your rather forward actions you abruptly pushed yourself off of him.

Startled, he leaned up and looked over at you, "Are you alright?"

"I- yes sorry," you managed, your face burning.

He nodded unsurely to himself as he stood up off the grass, offering his hand to you.

Still fully embarrassed, you took his hand and stood up to face him.

"It's getting kind of late, we should probably head back so you can get ready for Quidditch," you said, refusing to look him directly in the eye.

"Right yeah, definitely," he awkwardly put his hands in his pockets as you started your way back a few steps in front of him, your thoughts too overwhelmed to notice the cobblestone path magically appearing before your own feet.

"So you didn't tell her?" Sirius exclaimed as he pulled on his quidditch jersey.

"No," James ran his hand through his hair feeling pure disappointment towards himself, the two were the last ones getting out of the quidditch change room.

"But," he started unsurely, staring off into space.

"But what?" Sirius waved his hands in front of James' face, "Earth to James!"

"I think she almost kissed me."

"You think…" Sirius sat down, bewildered "Did she actually?"

"Well, ugh, I don't know," James threw his hands up in exasperation.

"How do you not know?? Did she try to kiss you or not?"

"I don't know!" James exclaimed, "I just don't know."

He sat down, running his hand over his face, clearly stressing himself out.

"Listen Prongs," Sirius crouched down as he looked at James, "We know she likes you back, even Lily agrees, so stop overthinking it and let's go win this match. Then you can talk to her. Alright?"

Leaning his head back James let out a sigh, standing up he nodded at Sirius, "You're right, let's go give Slytherin a wake up call."

"Now you're talking."

Shivering, you clutched the plaid blanket you had brought with you tighter around your body. It was always, always, windy up in the quidditch stands, but today the fall wind felt especially frosty. Looking to your right you noticed Lily wrapping her arms around herself, slightly shaking from the unyielding chill of the air. Kindly, you scooted closer to her and silently draped part of your blanket over her.

"Thanks Y/n," she said gratefully.

You nodded your acknowledgement before returning your gaze to the field. The players were lined up in their starting positions, the game would be starting any second now. And at last it was, the whistle was blown and the 15 players went flying speedily in different directions through the air. A loud banter filled the stands as the different houses began cheering for their select teams. You joined in full-heartedly, waving your gryffindor flag proudly as you cheered loudly for your friends, the recent events of the afternoon were thankfully, yet only temporarily, clouded over in your mind.

It was a long 34 minutes into the game when finally the snitch made its appearance. It had taken the longest time that you could ever remember to show up, and because of it the game had gotten particularly rough as the players grew frustrated and tired. Sirius and Marlene had both taken a hard hit from a bludger, as well as many players on the Slytherin team. Thankfully, James had avoided being struck and had spent most of his time flying on the far edges of the field searching relentlessly for the snitch. Now, after catching sight of its golden streak, he was darting quickly along the bottom of the stands, his hand stretched out as he tried to reach it. Flying right behind him was the Slytherin seeker who hadn't actually spotted the snitch, but had seen James take a sudden strong interest in the bottom of the field and knew something was up. The score was 50-70 for Slytherin and everyone, including you, had stood up in pure anticipation. The stands were full of noise as everyone shouted at their players.

"James! Come on James let's go!" you leaned closer to Lily, "Is it stupid to shout? I really don't think any of them can hear us anyway."

Lily shrugged at you, only half hearing you before she shouted herself, "It darted up James, look up!!"

Regardless of whether or not James actually heard Lily, he did manage to see the snitch that had momentarily evaded from his sight. Swiftly pulling his broom up he flew in quick, sleek circles upwards after the devious snitch. It was within an arm's reach when suddenly a bludger whipped its way right past his face nearly taking him right off his broom! He recovered quickly but the momentary distraction had allowed the Slytherin seeker to take the lead, and he was now ever so close to catching the snitch. Thinking quickly James spun his broom around, flying speedily through the air he got himself positioned so that he was flying directly towards the incoming Slytherin seeker, and consequently also the snitch. Seeing James flying right for him, the Slytherin involuntarily ducked his broom down as a reflex, leaving the snitch flying through the air right towards James. Hand out reaching, James sent himself flying forwards at a dangerous speed, the grip on his broom was slipping but he didn't care, the snitch was within his reach. Wily, the snitch suddenly changed its course and flew down towards the ground, but James was ready. Dropping himself off his broom with only one hand holding himself on, he caught it straight out of midair. Grip slipping, he used his momentum to throw himself back on top of his broom. The crowd (excluding the Slytherins) went absolutely wild. You jumped up and down along with the others around you as you cheered for your team, for James.

Flying victoriously towards his teammates, James looked to find you in the crowd. And there you were. Your arms were in the air waving your gryffindor flag as a beautiful smile spread across your face. Locking eyes with you, James beamed, a million thoughts flying through his mind but you couldn't read a single one of them. You couldn't have imagined what he was thinking, what he had been yearning to tell you for so long, and never in a million of years would you have guessed that it was the same thing that you had been needing to tell him.

You dropped James' gaze as you heard the rather obnoxious voices of a group of gryffindor girls standing directly to your left.

"Oh my gosh, Tracy, did you see that?"

"What? What?"

"James was staring right at you, and like smirking, he totally caught the snitch for you."

"Oh, yeah well it doesn't surprise me honestly. He's been into me this whole year, like winking at me during potions class everyday. And it was only two days ago when he basically asked me if I wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him."

"No effing way, that's so awesome, he's like one of the most popular boys in…"

Their voices went muffled as you felt your head spinning. You thought you were going to pass out. Your legs went numb as your head was swimming, sitting yourself down you couldn't see anything, everything seemingly becoming a blur around you. A knot formed in your stomach and you felt like throwing up, screaming, and crying all at once. You knew Tracy Brandon had a liking for James, but you never once thought that he was reciprocating those same feelings. Had he been staring at her the whole time you had thought that he was looking at you? Embarrassment added itself to the many feelings you were experiencing.

"Y/n," Lily's voice was muffled.

"Y/n," she put a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm?" you asked, not hearing her.

"I asked if you were alright? You just went all pale suddenly."

"Oh," you said, "Yeah I'm alright. Just thinking about it, I don't think I remembered to eat lunch today."

Lily's face looked puzzled as she tried to recall the day's events, "I think you're right, you better go get something to eat."

You nodded, mostly to yourself as you gladly accepted the convenient excuse, "Tell everyone I said congratulations."

Lily smiled worriedly at you as you stood up and turned to exit the stands. Your steps felt heavy like you were trudging through water and you had to put your weight on the stair rails to keep yourself upright as you descended towards the ground. Your thoughts were a dark storm swirling destructively through your mind. Your hopes had been tarnished within an instant.

James, completely unaware of the conversation you had overhead in the stands, was very confused as he entered the common room to find that you weren't there. He had already been confused when you hadn't come down from the stands to meet with him right after the game like you usually did. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but while he had felt proud of his playing today, it didn't mean much to him unless you thought he had done well too. He wanted to hear you say it, that you were proud of him, but none of that mattered at the moment because he had no idea where you had gone. He wanted to make sure that you were okay.

The common room grew louder as the rest of the team came through the fat lady's portrait, followed by a large crowd of patriotic gryffindors.

Raising his voice above the noise, he picked Lily out of the crowd and caught her gently by the arm, "Hey do you know where Y/n went? I can't find her anywhere."

Lily shook her head, "She was looking really pale right after the game so she left immediately to go get something to eat, but I was just down in the kitchen to check on her and none of the house elves had seen her. I was just on my way up to see if she went back to her dorm, Belinda might know."

James nodded, "If she's there could you send her down? Tell her I'd like to talk with her?"

"Yes of course, just once sec."

Lily disappeared up the staircase to the girl's dorm while James leaned impatiently against the railing. Less than five minutes later Lily descended the stairs followed by a sickly looking Belinda, your rather odd but very kind roommate.

Raising his eyes expectantly James looked at the pair, "She wasn't there?"

Before either of the girls could respond Tracy Brandon crashed right into James' unwelcome arms.

"I am so so proud of how you played today James, and when you caught that snitch, oh my gosh I've never felt so many emotions ever before," Tracy gushed, her body pressing firmly into James.

Highly uncomfortable, he, half-politely, pushed Tracey off of him, "Um, thanks I guess."

"Of course," Tracy bit her lip in what she thought was a seductive manner, "If you need me, you know where to find me."

She pranced away to her group of friends, who immediately began to further boost her ego.

"What in Merlin's Beard is wrong with her, is she high?" James looked at the two girls who were struggling to contain their laughter.

"Oh she's terrible," Lily said humorously, "Now Belinda tell James what you told me."

"Right well, oh," Belinda coughed into her elbow, "Sorry about that, anyways she came right into our dorm, grabbed her coat, and left muttering something about needing to go clear her head. I don't know where she was going because she left in such a rush but, well it almost looked as if she had been crying."

James' face grew heavy with worry as he took in the information, he had no idea what she would be crying about, she had seemed fine that afternoon. But wait, oh no, the kiss, well the almost kiss, had she regretted it that much, that she was crying about it? He didn't know, but he knew he desperately needed to find her and make sure she was alright. An idea flew into his mind as he stood, still leaning against the railing.

"I think I know where she went."

Without waiting for a reply, James pushed his way through the crowd, past Marlene, past Sirius who called out after him but James didn't even hear him, he had one single thought occupying his mind, find Y/n.

Pulling the sweater he had thrown on after showering closer around himself, James ducked through the castle doors and into the night. Thankfully, the fall moon was full tonight and the world around him was lit in a faint glow. Walking his way towards the Black Lake, he began calling out your name.

"Y/n, Y/n! Are you out there?"

Peering closer at the lake he finally caught a glance of you. You were out on the lake, sat silently on a canoe floating calmly on the surface of the lake. He'd guessed right.

"Hey Y/n, come back to shore. Are you alright?" he cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted out across the lake at you.

Lifting your head up you heard a commotion on the edge of the lake, squinting your eyes, you saw James standing on the white sand of the small beach.

"James?" You called, "What are you doing out here?"

"I need to talk to you!" You heard him shout back, "Are you okay?"

Shaking your head you let out a tired sigh, you weren't okay, and seeing him right now felt like it was making you even less okay. You didn't know what to say to him, or what on earth he wanted to say to you. Maybe he wanted to tell you how he asked out Tracy after the match, or maybe he wanted to tell you how uncomfortable you had made him feel earlier when you had caught yourself leaning in to kiss him. Merlin's Beard, you did not want to talk to him.

"James, just leave me alone." you said exasperated.

"No, tell me what's wrong." he responded adamantly.

"I'm not joking James, please just go." you felt tears coming, but you refused to let them fall.

After a few minutes of not hearing a reply, you thought that he had left, but the sound of splashing water had you turning your neck to look over in the direction of where he had been standing. There he was, sweater off- slacks rolled up, knee-deep trudging into the cold lake water.

"James what in the bloody hell are you doing?!" you shouted at him.

Ignoring you, he ducked under the surface of the water and disappeared. Looking anxiously for him to reappear, you leaned cautiously over the edge of your canoe.

"James?" you called out, highly concerned.

Finally he re-emerged from the water, his hands gripping the side of your canoe, causing it to wobble side to side from the unevenly distributed weight.

"What were you thinking?" you scolded him as he brushed the water out of his eyes, "Are you trying to send your body into shock?"

"Whatever it takes for you to talk to me," he smiled up at you.

Biting your tongue you felt a twinge of guilt, he had no idea what you were thinking, it wasn't his fault.

"Sorry," you murmured, "Here get out of the water, it's too cold."

James gratefully accepted your invitation and hoisted himself up, beads of water trickling down his naked torso as his muscles tensed under the momentary stress. It was then that you really noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. You really noticed it, you noticeably noticed it, just staring unashamedly as you lost your train of thought.

James smirked at you, "I can give you a picture if you want, it'll last longer."

"What?" you asked wide eyed looking up at him.

Your face turned scarlett as you realized what he meant, damn you, honestly what were you thinking.

He grinned at your very obvious blush, but suddenly his face turned serious, "What happened earlier? Belinda said you were crying. I'm your best friend Y/n you can tell me anything."

"That's just it James, that's the problem, you'll never see me as anything but a friend," you exclaimed, surprising both James and yourself.

He went quiet for a moment, and regretting your words you dropped your eyes to the bottom of the canoe, you felt like you were wrecking your friendship.

"Do you actually believe that?" James asked softly, lifting your chin up with his finger.

You nodded, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Hey, Y/n look at me," he murmured.

Lifting your eyes, you finally met his gaze, his eyes were sparkling in the reflection of the moonlight hitting the lake, and it had cast a faint glow along the water drops lining his naked skin.

"I'm sorry," it came out as a whisper as you looked at him, "I've ruined it all haven't I?"

"No, no Y/n don't think that," he gently cupped your face in his hand.

You leaned into his touch as you briefly closed your eyes, not fully understanding the weight of his words. Not yet.

He looked at you now with an earnesty you had never seen before, "Y/n, you have been absolutely driving me insane, I haven't been able to picture you as my friend for a very, very long time, and spending time with you, pretending I don't feel the way I do has been killing me. I can barely control myself around you anymore."

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, his hand dropped from your face to grasp your own. You couldn't seem to open your mouth to speak. Was he actually serious??

"I thought you were going to kiss me today," he went on, "I thought I was in a dream, Y/n I've never felt this way before,"

You cut him off, "James, but what about Tracy?"

"Who's Tracy?"

"Tracy Brandon, she said today at the Quidditch match that you asked her to go to Hogsmeade with her."

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh that Tracy, she's on something else I swear, I mean that never even happened. Her friends probably just convinced her it did."

"Oh," you felt embarrassed, he was right, Tracy did act like she was on drugs most of the time.

Absent-mindedly you began to trace light circles over James' hand.

"See, this is what I'm talking about," James said, almost sounding pained.

You shook your head, not having a clue what we were talking about.

"Your touch," His gaze locked on yours, "Do you have any idea how it makes me feel?"

You weren't sure what it was, but his words set off something in you, your eyes darkened as you leaned dangerously close to him.

"How does it make you feel, James?" you asked, breathing the words over his lips.

His knuckles went white as he gripped the wooden seat that he sat on, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he stared back at you.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing Y/n."

Your body burned at his words, whatever he had set off was now a raging fire inside you.

"Mhmm?" you murmured, trailing your hand up over his thigh, over his torso till you reached his chest, bracing yourself against him, you dared an inch closer.

He cursed lowly under his breath, "Are you sure you want to be with me?"

You nodded slowly, your gaze once again flickering from his eyes to his lips.

"I want to hear you say it," his hand moved to tilt your face up to his.

You looked at him from under your eyelashes, "I want to be with you, James."

That was all he needed.

Softly pressing his lips against yours it was if the stars and the moon had finally aligned..

You were the first to pull away from the kiss, your hand traveling up his chest and then around his neck, lightly pulling on the ends of his hair.

His hands moved to grip your hips, and pulling you over he sat you down, straddling his lap.

"Don't tip the canoe," you murmured against his lips.

"That's the last thing I'm thinking about right now," he whispered back, his voice noticeably lower.

This time you pressed your lips against his, savoring the taste as you kissed him deeper, with the passion that you had kept hidden for so long. He responded in kind, his free hand traveling to the small of your back pulling you even closer, while his other hand grasped your thigh.

He pulled away slightly before you felt his lips against your neck, softly placing kisses there before returning to your lips.

"Mhmm," you pulled away, "No, do that again."

Not even bothering to smirk at you, James moved once again to your neck, your hand gripping his hair harder as you tilted your head back. He sighed quietly against your neck in pleasure causing a vibration to travel down your body. Leaving crimson marks along your neck, you squeezed yourself closer to him.

He pulled away slightly and smiled, admiring his work before gazing into your eyes, "You look beautiful."

You smiled in response, "I've always wanted to hear you say that."

He pressed a kiss to your neck murmuring the words "You're beautiful." Peppering kisses around your face he repeated the words before finally reaching your lips.

Kissing you fully, you allow yourself to get lost in him entirely.

"Marry me," he murmured.

You looked at him strangely, your body still wrapped around his.

"Getting ahead of yourself there, aren't you Casanova?"

He grinned, "No harm in trying."

You smiled against his lips, "How about you take me on a date first."

He stopped as if to ponder your idea, "Well, I suppose that would be okay."

You smiled as you kissed him softly, "Okay."

He was finally yours, and you were his. No longer best friends, but something much more.

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