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the new le sserafim song that they performed at coachella apparently was co-produced by israhelli producer omer fedi and looking at his credits, he also wrote and produced a kid laroi's song called "too much" where jungkook and central cee were featured and he recently worked in one of the new songs in j-hope's hope on the street vol.1 and the song was "lock / unlock"
#this is insane#i saw the tweet and immediately knew i saw this name somewhere wtf#the fact that he already made song for two kpop artists#and hybe let him do a song for le sserafim is CRAZY...#so yeah when this officially comes out make sure not to stream it#which well... if you are participating on the hybe boycott that's a given#but truly this has to be talked about#le sserafim#< for exposure
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Can we have some more step bro jeno pls 👀
warnings: non-consensual filming during sex and he sends the vid to um..yeah!! :P
stepbro!jeno who was genuinely nice to you when your parents first made it official. being the best stepbrother one could want. he was caring, he cooked for you (though he lacked any cooking skills), he really tried his best until he found himself looking forward to seeing you too often, looking forward to how you wear less and less clothes whenever he's around, looking forward to seeing you doing the most mundane things but making them incredibly sexy. not that you intended to turn Jeno on with every move you made.
stepbro!jeno who started to distance himself when he realized he really wanted you. well, to fuck you. but seeing that it was the least effective strategy, he convinced himself he hated you, calling you every name in the book until you were running to your room, a crying mess. he'd comment on every outfit you wore, on every makeup look you tried, on everything you did, jeno had something to say about it.
stepbro!jeno who'd make it his goal to make all his friends hate you too, he's heard them talk about wanting to fuck jeno's new stepsister. Jeno doesn't like that so he resorts to talking mad shit about you to his friends and makes them all hate you because he knows they all want you and he doesnt want any of his lame ass friends to fuck you before he does. thats how he treats you, acting like he hates ur guts but deep down all he wants his to bend you over and have you crying on his cock and begging him to fill u up
stepbro!jeno who gets off to you crying to your friends over all the mean shit he says and does to you at late hours in the night, you don't know he can hear everything you've been complaining about, hearing he filthy names he calls you come from your mouth does something to him. he loves hearing you cry because of him, some nights he'd even jerk off to the phone calls you have with your friends, the pretty sobs you let out as tears stream down your cheeks is something jeno dreams of seeing.
stepbro!jeno who finally gets into your pants, finally gets what he wants. you on all fours as he pounds into you from behind. crying out his name so loud he almost wants your parents to hear. and something about that thought drives him absolutely insane. he wants your parents to hear, he wants them to know what you're letting your stepbrother do to you. but jeno wants to keep fucking around with you, his cute stepsister whos currently fucking herself back on her stepbrother's cock and moaning like a slut because of it.
stepbro!jeno who lets his intrusive thoughts win and picks up his phone while he fucks you from behind, recording a video of you on all fours, arching your back as much as you could and gripping the bedsheets as he fucks you absolutely stupid. moaning all sorts of profanities with a mix of jeno's name. he'd make sure your whole frame is in the video except your head, so you're not easily identifiable. wouldn't think twice before hitting send on your mother's contact.
jeno: [attachment: 1 video}
jeno: sorry i meant to send it to someone else.
a/n: blame @jenomov for this....she made me insane
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“I’m on live right now…” 🔴
You and Chris have been secretly dating for months and have been making your best efforts to hide your relationship from the internet. You want to surprise your boyfriend by visiting him during tour. Internet fame, poor timing, and Nick’s big mouth end up exposing the truth between you and Chris.
chris sturniolo x fem! reader
reader is a small influencer, and best friends with Nick
warnings: cursing, some angst
author’s note: currently working on “Matt’s Teammate” pt. 2 so checkout pt. 1 if you haven’t already!
You haven’t seen Chris in about two months since tour started, and you were really missing him. He always made sure to shoot you cute texts during the day, call you nearly every morning, and FaceTime at night after the shows. Still, he was busy, and you could tell tour and being away from you was a lot for him to be juggling at once.
You had started a YouTube channel about two years back, and really just documented your life. Somehow, your weekly life updates seemed to gain popularity, and soon you had nearly 200k subscribers. That’s when you were contacted by Z Star Digital, a company dedicated to young and upcoming content creators. You flew out to LA to meet with a team of professionals who offered you a contract with their company that you accepted, and that same week you attended your first Z Star Digital event to get exposed to the other creators in the franchise. You met Nick early on at the start of the event before meeting Matt or Chris. You had been following the triplets for a while, and they were just about to hit 1m subscribers. Nick hit it off with you instantly, and the two of you were attached at the hip the entire event. You and Nick became friends after this night, and hung out every time you were in LA (which also meant you were hanging out with his brothers). It took Chris a long time to ask you out which was agonizing considering you had been crushing on him before the two of you even met. Before making anything official you two had a long talk about your feelings for one another, and how you could make your dating life as private as possible. That was ten months ago, and you’ve both managed to not expose your relationship to the media. Not yet, at least.
With Nick’s help you managed to fly out to Florida to see Chris in his last few shows of the tour. Chris was in the lead, and you wanted to see his last few shows to hopefully be there if he won. You wanted to keep your visit a secret from Chris to surprise him (which also meant keeping it a secret from Matt because he’s awful at keeping secrets and somehow would’ve 100% told Chris you were coming). So you and Nick had been sneakily texting and calling back and forth getting you from the airport to their hotel.
Hey I’m downstairs but I don’t have a key to get up the elevator. Can you please swing by the lobby and bring me up? Thx 💞 You text Nick. Heart nearly thumping out of your chest from excitement.
Yeah ofc give me two minutes!
Chris’s POV:
“My Uber Eats is here I’m gonna run downstairs and get it be right back.” Nick says getting up to leave the room.
“K. Chris do you need the shower right now or can I hop in?” Matt asks.
“Nah man it’s all yours I showered before the show today.” [if ykyk 🤪]
Nick leaves, and Matt goes to shower, leaving me by myself. I pick up my phone to FaceTime Y/N, and it gets declined straight away. Weird. Maybe she’s showering too— which in that case I wish she WOULD answer. I opened Instagram and decided to start a live stream to give fans some updates on tour, and maybe steal some of Nick’s food for the camera. Before I even started talking there were a couple thousand fans viewing the live.
“Sup guys! Just wanted to come on here and give you some updates. Team Orange is in the lead, and if Matt win’s these next two Florida shows we’ll be tied and have to hold a tie-breaker. That’s pretty exciting actually I’d love for that to happen. Uhh yeah so Tril is gonna be on tour soon so go follow him and check that out. I’ll probably—”
“YOU’RE GIRLFRIEND HAS ARRIVEDDDD!” Nick sings as he bursts through the door with Y/N trailing behind him. My heart skips a beat and my jaw drops.
“I’m on live right now…” was the only thing I managed to say. Nick and Y/N’s mouths were now agape with mine. I snatch my phone and swipe out of Instagram as fast as I can ending the live.
Y/N’s POV:
“Shit Chris I’m sorry. Maybe no one caught me saying that…”
“Nick are you fucking stupid? You sang that shit at the top of your lungs and I had twelve thousand people watching! God damnit Nick, what the fuck?” Chris screams at Nick. Keeping our relationship private is sacred to Chris, and telling the fandom he has a girlfriend has always been one of his biggest fears.
“Don’t yell at me like that! It’s not like I knew you were on live?! I was trying to be a good brother by surprising you with your girlfriend— who is standing right here by the way and didn’t come all the way here to watch us freaking argue!” Nick retorts as he moves aside letting Chris get a full look at me.
“Umm. Surprise?” I say shyly. This is definitely not the reunion I pictured in my head. Chris let’s out a deep sigh and his shoulders relax.
“Nick’s right. I’m really so happy you’re here I needed to see you…” Chris says as he wraps his arms tightly around me, and I do the same in return. He leaves light kisses all over my cheeks and forehead. “I missed you so much baby.”
“I missed you more my love.” I say in return. I can see the concerned and defeated look on his face as I pull away from our hug. “Look, we were going to tell your fans eventually. I’m honestly surprised we went this long without spilling the news. We’ll navigate through this together and figure something out, okay love?” Chris’s eyes soften as he looks down at me.
“You’re right. I know you’re right… I love you.” He says sincerely planting a sweet, soft kiss on my lips.
“I love you too, Chris.”
The cute moment you were sharing with your boyfriend was interrupted by the sound of a sliding glass door. You turn to see Matt coming out of the bathroom in a robe.
“What the hell is with all the yelling? I was in there for like six minutes and— oh shit! Hey Y/N!” Matt says excitingly as he looks up to see you.
“Hey Matt.” You laugh, knowing he is completely out of the loop right now.
Matt walks over to his nightstand and picks up his phone, a confused look on his face once the screen lights up as he sees how many notifications he’s gotten. He looks concentrated as he scrolls through his phone for a moment.
YOU’RE GIRLFRIEND HAS ARRIVVEDDD!
I’m on live right now…
You hear the recording play through Matt’s phone, and his jaw drops too.
“Ohhhhh shit. Nick you’re a fucking moron.” Matt says and Nick throws his hands up in the air in defeat making the four of you laugh.
**********
Hope you enjoyed this one! I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep and I haven’t proofread any of this just yet so my apologies for any errors lol.
- Kay 🩶
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#let’s trip tour#versus tour#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader
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new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.
she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.
"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."
"Robbie?"
"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."
Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove.
There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.
"Criminalistics?"
"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"
"Wow that’s…really?"
She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."
"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.
It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.
"Oh god, what is it?"
She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"
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Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom.
The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.
And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.
He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.
Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."
"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.
Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"
"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."
"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to."
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The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.
The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.
His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.
Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.
When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.
"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"
Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."
"You're correct."
Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"
"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.
"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk.
He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."
"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."
"Oh have you?" he smirks.
"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."
Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.
He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."
His expression softens just a bit.
"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"
"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.
Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.
#this is definitely 100% based on my own high school criminalistics class and classroom location lmao#sorry mr. kammers#your chemistry classroom is now steve's for plot reasons#no but really#criminalistics class is real and was my fave class of all the ones i took in hs#also based on my hs having asl as a three-year second language option#that i took all three years i could ofc#teacher au#a drabble in which steve is a little shit#steddie#history teacher!steve#forensics teacher!eddie#teacher!steve#teacher!eddie#teacher!robin#teacher!chrissy#buckingham#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#st#steddie drabble#stranger things#noelle writes
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the river (6) // finnick odair x f. reader
summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back
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You looked so beautiful, so angelic, so unspeakably alluring standing in front of him in your borrowed dress. Never had he felt more excited than when he'd realized this was in fact the day you would become not just his wife in spirit, but legally, Mrs. Odair. The way you'd so delicately smiled up at him made him feel like his grin was more like that of a mad man, and maybe he was. Madly in love, madly obsessed, madly in need to spend the rest of his life with you. He needed the revolution to be over so he could have a billion kids that looked just like you, that laughed like you did, and smiled like you did. How soft your fingers felt when they brushed his lips with salt water was addicting just as it was when his fingers did the same to your lips. He felt blindly dazed by your smile as you recited the vows, Finnick barely remembered that there were cameras around.
Your genuine happiness was something he had come to miss, yet here it was once again. The feeling that made all the rough times worth weathering the storm, how unequivocally enamored of you he was with each smile and sweet word. Your sugary repetition of what the officiant said eventually waned, Coin had insisted on less flowery vows to keep the event concise, but that was okay because he'd spilled his heart before. It also helped that now he wasn't sure he'd be able to form any coherent proclamations of love when looking at you put him into a stupor.
“I, Finnick Odair, take you as my wife from this day forward. Together or apart, we will always be united. One life, one purpose, one destiny.” He'd never get sick of the way you were looking at him right now, like that same girl from the market that he'd approached all those years ago who was joyously stunned that Finnick Odair would even talk to her.
“You may kiss the bride." The officiant announced and Finnick had never been more pleased for his lips to touch yours. The salty and peachy taste that lingered on your lips that he adored, compounded with the sound of the children's choir beginning to sing, a confirmation that his official voyage with you had really begun. Ever so slowly he pulled away to gaze at you further.
“Hi." You whispered softly through your perfect smile.
“We're married." He whispered back, the giddy smile almost hurt, but he couldn't make himself stop. “Like actually married."
You nodded with a light laugh, "Yeah, we are!” The words left you so breathily before you'd kissed him once again and he wanted to drown in your lips. His mind seemed to echo the same words over and over again, a never ending stream. She's actually my wife. She's so happy and pretty and my wife. My wife. The way you danced and laughed was exhilarating, this was the you that the Capitol had chipped away at making a glorious appearance. You could have another breakdown tomorrow, but right now you shone brighter than the sun and it was all that mattered. It wasn't home, there was no sea breeze in the air, there had been no net to cover you both, or sending the couple off in a boat at the end for farewells. It wasn't even the spring time wedding you'd once whispered about on late nights, but it seemingly was exactly what you both needed.
Your feet had only stopped moving once the cake was rolled out, glorious in its waves of blue frosting. It truly left him amazed in the attention to detail of each sea creature so delicately placed. “Oh, it's perfect." You muttered, squeezing his hand.
Finnick nodded in agreement, “It's amazing." It was the closest to home as either of you could get, he ached to be able to know he'd be carrying you over the threshold of a tiny cottage by the sea, but he couldn't until this was all over. Until they'd won. So the cake would have to be sufficient enough and in the joy, it was. Especially when you so carefully fed him a bite of it, blue staining his teeth as he took the bite. Before the blue and green had just as equally begun to stain your lips when he did the same, and it made him feel so young again. A kid who'd eaten too many colored sweets.
Eventually the propo had to come to an end and with it, the fun and dancing. But his happiness didn't subside, even if it was no traditional reception of dancing all night, at least he could carry you through the door of the compartment and be with you for eternity.
“Hello, Mrs. Odair." He'd whispered after carefully placing you on the floor of the shared room.
“Hello, Mr. Odair." You responded absentmindedly, eyes so loving as your fingers played with his hair.
“We're actually married, officially married, forever and ever and ever."
“Yeah." You glowed, all of you was so bright. “Don't get cold feet on me now."
"Never.” He affirmed, kissing you again.
"Good because I'm rather attached.” He smirked and quickly pulled you back into his lips. Slowly, but surely your lips attacked him more feverishly, with more passion. It had been so long, but it was a feeling he missed so much, until your fingers had slidden down to the buttons of his jacket, where some sort of panic permeated his happiness. He longed for you more than he'd even let himself ponder, but he couldn't risk it when you were still at risk of a meltdown at any turn. So reluctantly he pulled away.
“Angel, what are you doing?"
He missed the cooling feeling of your skin the moment you pulled contact away and hated how embarrassed you suddenly looked. “I'm sorry, I should have asked, Finnick. If you don't want to, I won't.”
His hands reached out to assure you otherwise and caress the side of your head. “No, no, sweet girl, that's not it. You're all good."
For a moment you seemed relieved before the confusion seemed to settle back in. “Then what's wrong?” Finnick sighed, how could he tell you he was terrified that you'd have a mid-thrust mental breakdown that threw you into some kind of terrified hysteria? He sat down on the bed, preparing himself for the hole he was digging himself into. At the very least, talking to you about it now was leagues better than going along until you cracked.
“Honey, I just don't think it's a good idea."
“Oh, okay." Shit. He always ruined everything. You'd been so open and happy all day only for your voice to slightly break with a speck of insecurity. You were so sweet with the way you'd move on to pretend it didn't upset you somewhat and find something else to do.
“Not because I don't want you, trust me I do." The words tumbled out of his mouth as fast as he could form them to try and reassure you.
“If you want to, then what's stopping us? I do too."
"Honey, come here.” He patted down on the bed and you sat, carefully he grabbed your hands, hoping his warmth would provide some sort of comfort. “I just think maybe we should wait until you're feeling like there's less of a chance that you'll get scared when we're in the middle of something.
"I'm not gonna get scared, Finn, I want this.”
"You're not right now, but say you get hit with those thoughts that say I want you dead, which I don't, and I'm on top of you. That'd be scary for you.”
"I haven't had an episode for a couple weeks.” Your head turned to stare at the wall in front of you.
"You haven't had a major one and I'm so proud of you for that, but you've had some small ones. I don't want one getting bigger because of the circumstances.” Your hands pulled away from his, covering your face where stray tears must have begun to fall. “Hey, no, don't cry. I'm just trying to look out for you."
“I make everything so difficult, I'm sorry."
“No you don't, it's all okay."
Quiet sniffles filled the room before you laid your hands back down on your lap to look at him. “Finnick, I get you're worried about me and I love that about you. But I could freak out waking up in the middle of the night or when we're just cuddling. I want this, I want you, and if the worst happens then it happens and we cross that bridge, but I'm really sick of letting it control me.” He wanted you too, he'd felt guilty for any fantasies he'd had of you, but he had missed every part of you beyond belief.
“I just don't want to do anything you might not be able to handle, I'd need you to constantly communicate with me, so I know you're okay."
“I will, I promise."
You were so ethereal, he hated that it made parts of him throb when his brain had already found another dilemma. “I don't think they've got birth control here, or at least we don't have any."
“That's okay, I don't care." No, he couldn't do that to you. How could you handle being pregnant in the midst of everything else?
“It's not a good idea, angel."
“Why? We'll win the war soon and be back home." He wished it was that simple, but poor you having an episode would only complicate things.
“Honey, I just don't think you're ready right now."
“You're?" Fuck. Why the fuck would he say that.
“I meant to say we. We're not ready." Why was he so stupid? How could he manage to be trying to protect you so hard that he caused an episode instead? He'd have to brace himself for the mess he was causing.
“You’re lying to me. Why am I not ready?”
What he'd give for this blip to be over, to be at the point where there could just be children without all the worry about your health. "It's our wedding night, let's not argue. Let's go to bed, I'll read to you.”
But your walls were slightly raised and he could feel it as you stood up. "I wasn't trying to argue, I was trying to consummate the marriage. And instead of just saying you weren't feeling it right now and letting us move on, you said you thought I'd be a bad mom.”
"That's not what I said, don't put words in my mouth.” He said it too sharply and instantly regretted it.
“Then what are you saying, Finnick?” He despised the fact that he was only confusing you more when he was supposed to be letting you know what was real and what wasn't. The stress in your voice was evident as your arms protectively crossed around your body, foot tapping.
“That I don't think this is a good time for a baby, we should jump over a few more hurdles first." Finnick stood up, desperate to touch you, to soothe you. Trying to hide how mortified he was that regardless of all the talk he could still feel himself straining against his pants. “I just didn't say it right, I'm sorry, sweet girl."
"If you don't want to have sex that's fine, but stop trying to come up with excuses.”
"Angel, I do, I'm just…I've gotten so focused on trying not to set anything off that I've started planting the thoughts instead." He should be stronger, more able to read you so that he wasn't the one instigating the thoughts. Instead he was becoming overly paranoid himself, he hated the idea that he could need care when he was finally trying to care for his girl. “What I meant was, I think we should wait until the war is over for certain, so I'll just pull out." Slowly he approached you, hands softly urging your arms to uncross.
He could feel the way you began melting into his touch and it made him feel whole again. "Do you actually want to? I don't want you to feel like you have too because I'm in a mood.” Your eyes glistened with a sincerity that warmed his heart as your arms succumbed to his movements.
"Wanna make my sweet girl feel better, want to make it up to her.” He could basically hear your heart pounding and he loved that you still got somewhat flustered.
“You're absolutely sure though, right? This isn't just you-" His lips on yours cut off the further listings of any anxieties. Free hands searching for the zipper on the back of the dress as he quickly slid it down. He only pulled away long enough to make sure the dress had successfully become a pool at your ankles before his lips were on your chest. “Finnick?" Your voice snapped his head from his assault to look at you, who looked so sheepish to say anything at all. “Can that wait? I'm just… you know.”
With a smirk he raised his head, makitsure to stand fully back up as he looked at you. "You're just what, angel?”
"Finn, you know.” Your fingers messed with his jacket sleeves as you avoided his gaze.
Softly he pecked you on the lips,"Communication.” Another quick peck, "Need you to say it for me.”
"Finny, please don't be mean.” Fuck. Pulling out that nickname ever so sugary sweetly made him want to cave, to get straight onto taking care of you for life. “Already spent all that time arguing."
"Not being mean, angel, we just have to practice using our words.” You lifted his hand to your face, touching the heat of it to your face, which was oddly hot already considering how cold your hand was, per usual.
Your breath fanned across his hand as you quietly gave the confession, “Been aching for you all day, Finn."
“All day?" His hands moved to slowly unhook your bra, “Waited so well for me." The way you needed to just be coddled and taken care of was evident, he wanted nothing more than to love on you any way that he could. He let the bra fall to the wayside so his fingers could focus on how soaked your panties had become. “Can tell you've been waiting." It had been so long it was no wonder you were shy under his gaze. “Gonna make it better, show you how sorry I am." He could fall into the endless depths of your eyes that drew him in and fall forever with a smile on his face.
“I love you." The way you said it so tenderly made his heart skip a beat, he couldn't help but smile and place a small kiss on the tip of your nose.
“I love you, sweet girl.” Your fingers slipped up to continue the unbuttoning of his jacket which fell into a pile on the floor.
“Are you sure-"
“Yes, I'm sure." Finnick tried to back up this assurance through his eyes, hoping you could read through the depths of his soul. He slid his shirt off and you nodded, a signal that you had accepted what he said as truthful. Your fingers had settled on the button of his pants which you'd slowly undone as he stood there in utter awe of just you, all of you. He stepped out of his pants and boxers, leaving you on a nearly even playing ground. His fingers made their way to your hips, to the hem of your underwear to start pulling them down and the way your skin was so cold was startling. You'd always been freezing to the touch, but it made him feel guilty that you'd been stripped of any warmth besides his fingertips. “You're basically shivering, angel."
“You're burning up, so I'll be okay." It was true, the way your body temperatures aides the others had felt like another way you were made for each other. So slowly he'd pulled the panties off your body until they hit the floor as everything else had. Without another word your lips had crashed onto his which he used as an opportunity to slowly guide you towards the bed while you were lost in the feeling of his lips. He laid you down as your hand on the back of his neck dragged him down with you.
He took the opportunity to slide his fingers into your core and reveled in the feeling of you moaning into his mouth. A sound he hadn't heard in so long that it rang in his ears like music, a symphony that he could listen to for days. “You're so perfect." He muttered through the seconds you pulled away for air. You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head, “Yes you are." Finnick reiterated, thumb finding your clit causing another moan into his mouth the moment your lips had reattached to his. “Melodic to my ears angel, so perfect." Your hands tugged at his hair and he couldn't suppress the groan that came out.
"Love you so much, Finn.” The way you talked through the whimpers every time he added more pressure to your bundle of nerves made him an obsessive man. Your lips had become swollen from your prevalent addiction to his mouth, but you didn't seem to care, whining when he pulled his head just out of reach, trying to tug him back down.
He began thrusting his fingers in faster, mesmerized, as he always was and would be, by the way your face contorted with pleasure. “Love you too, angel, love my wife so much." In his daze of fascination you were able to pull his face back towards your own, fingers knotting in his hair.
Your voice was airy as you smiled softly through small whines,"Your wife.” He felt the clear heat your face exuded when he pressed his forehead to yours, it felt like your souls were one.
"My beautiful, perfect, gorgeous wife.” Your lips raised just enough to steal another peck from him as he kept rubbing harsh circles onto your clit. For a while he became enraptured just by your sounds, he didn't know how long had passed as he took in every small whimper to the loudest moans that you tried to cover.
“Oh my god, Finn!" You writhed slightly, a tell-tale sign of how near you were to release.
"You close, sweet girl? You gonna come for me?” He does his fingers up, as well as the intensity of his circles. Lips meeting yours once again as you nodded, eyes scrunching closed.
“So, so close." He began kissing at your neck, beguiled by the somehow lingering smell of the ocean on your skin.
"Come on, you can let go for me, sweet girl.” His kisses trailed down to your chest once again, utterly addicted to leaving the lingering feeling of his lips wherever he could. Upon your release the climactic end of the symphony blessed his ears and he was certain that if it was somehow possible, it had certainly made him harder. "So good for me." He slid his fingers out of you, the need to taste you winning when he brought them to his mouth.
“Need you inside, Finny, please." Your hands lead his face back close enough to kiss as you tried to catch your breath.
“You sure you're ready, angel?” You nodded eagerly, legs lifting to cross around his torso, pulling him closer.
“Yeah. Are you?" Your voice was so sugary sweet and addictive, every part of you was, if he died he was sure every part of you would consume his senses first.
“Yeah." His hand moved to softly caress your face, moving small strands of hair that had begun sticking to it away. Carefully he lined himself up with your entrance, stroking your cheek before he slowly pushed himself in. The sounds of both of your moans mixed in the air, intertwined as your bodies were. “Feel so good, angel. Fits so perfectly, you were made for me, we were made for each other." It was true, he wouldn't be complete without you. He'd gone his whole life needing nothing more than you, in every sense of the way, you fit one another flawlessly. He felt so sensitive that he was scared he might already be on his way to the climax, which he only dreaded because of how close he felt to you when he was in the warmth of your walls. That you were as close as you possibly could be, yet he still longed to be nearer.
“Faster, please?" It was nearly incoherent as you babbled through your whines, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, as if you were still somehow trying to pull him in further. He happily obeyed your plea and sped up his ministrations, thrusting through his own climbing pleasure as he moaned. “Missed you so much, Finn. Can't live without you, you're-" Your own moans interrupted your train of thought and you took a moment to regain some type of verbal composure. “Only ever wanted you, only needed you. Meant to be." He was able to decipher your proclamations through the whines and over the sound of his own noises, it brought him ten times closer to feel so basked by your love.
“Not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again, I'm gonna take such good care of my wife. Promise." The security you both needed, that you both ached for and could only be guaranteed once the reign of Snow had toppled entirely. You looked ethereal, your face scrunched up with each noise you made, hair splayed out around you, eyes glazed over with adoration and pleasure. He was so hypnotized by the way love seemed to have filled every crevice of the room and whisped around that he barely even registered that he was at the very top of his climax. He'd let go at what felt so suddenly that he'd simply thrusted further inside of you as you moaned at your own release. It wasn't until the thrill had mostly passed that he remembered his own fears. “Shit, shit, shit.” He muttered as he pulled out of you completely.
You sat up almost instantaneously and he could feel the panic radiating off of you. "What, are you okay?”
You were so sweet. "Yeah, I'm fine, sweet girl. I just…" He trailed off, staring at you, wide-eyed, anxious to help at any indication something was wrong. For years, nearly a decade he had loved you, something that somehow seemed to be constantly, rapidly increasing. Besides all the troubles you'd both endured he knew there was nothing he would trade any of it for if he knew he could have you and now that life you both yearned for was just in grasp. Finnick had and would dedicate every second he could to sustaining that dream and keeping you afloat, and if he could do that, he could do the same if you did get pregnant. He sighed and leaned closer to you, “Nevermind, angel, just didn't pull out, but it's okay. We're so close to freedom I can taste it and I want a family with you so bad. Finally going to be able to have our perfect little family and perfect little life." He crawled into the bed near you, kissing your face.
“You really want a family with me?" Your eyes were wide with an adorable hope, like you hadn't really accepted that he really wanted to be with you. He scoffed like the doubt was ridiculous.
“Of course I want a family with you, my sweet girl, I married you." He pulled you as close as he could get you, foreheads pressed together once again, making his heart buzz with contentment.
You smiled before looking for reassurance once again, which he was happy to deal out. “And you're gonna stay with me, right? Never gonna be a part or split up again?"
With all the sincerity possible he caresses your face again, “Never gonna leave you again, I promise, angel." You were blissfully pleased with his answer and kissed him once again.
But maybe Snow was right, even if it was unintentional, Finnick Odair was a liar and he in some ways resented himself for it. Yet it felt like there was nothing else for him to do when weeks later he found out about the squad Coin was putting together and he was absolutely certain that regardless of the shared training, the promises, he had to be on that squad, and you absolutely could not be.
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Finnick couldn't remember the last time he'd be physically ill, but since you entered the arena, he'd spent every day fighting the nausea. The Capitol's medicine certainly helped, but when he got feverish he barely wanted to take the concoctions. No if you died, he'd let himself die of fever to be with you. This was all his fault for ever even breathing in your direction, for caring, and now he'd have to suffer for it. What kept him going was how he had to be presentable and therefore healthy enough to get you sponsors, to rally for you. So he downed the medicine and copious amounts of caffeine to try and stay awake, he couldn't risk missing anything regardless of the alliances supposed to keep watch when you slept, he knew how fickle those could be. He rallied harder than he ever had to keep the public opinion on your side, you were sweet, delicate, a hopeless romantic, trying to stay alive for love, so pure, naive, a princess being forced to slay the dragon. Per usual people gobbled up any word that fell from his mouth and the sponsors came when called.
Then the rain started and he prayed that the arena would flood, you could swim, you'd survive that way, but it didn't flood. Raindrops just pattered down as the temperature dropped and then in what seemed like a matter of minutes, a few days into the rain, you were sick. Never had he been so grateful to have withheld the money for gifts beforehand because now he could get you what you needed to stay alive. Your lips were turning blue and he felt like he was tripping over himself in anxiety to send it to you. The sound of the rain echoed in his ears as he desperately waited for the blanket to arrive. For you to be warm, to stay alive. That night was the first one he had let himself cry, where death felt so imminent that he was plotting ways to go with you.
You persisted, you were like that. He felt his spirits rise as you continued on, so smart, so resourceful. His stomach wasn't in complete knots until suddenly your facade was slipping. What the fuck were you doing? What the fuck were you saying?
“Seems there's a lot about you I don't know then.” Conway stood and stared at you, Finnick could feel the illusion cracking through the screen. It was never going to continue forever, but this was too soon.
You tried to be quick on your feet, to throw together words to save yourself. “I’m not saying that I want to, just that sometimes you have to do what it takes to survive. Even if it's difficult -”
Conway interrupted your attempted safe and in that moment Finnick's stomach dropped. “Untrue?" Fuck. Fuck him. Fuck himself and Conway and fuck your slip of tounge. The stress had clearly gotten to you and was messing with how articulate you usually could be with your words.
“Yeah, I guess."
Finnick couldn't help but start muttering out loud, “No, no, no, no, don't say that. Angel, please.” He felt like he was going to cry again, you were on the edge of a cliff and the rocks were cracking.
“I'm sorry if that upsets you, I'm just doing what it takes to get home." Of course you were, you were doing what you had to, like every victor had, but you shouldn't have said it. It definitely didn't help that the frustration was evident in your voice. There must have been a brick of lead in the bottom of his stomach. Now he could never be home with you. Conway knew, there was no way he didn't.
“It’s okay, I understand.” No he didn't. “It's just hard to come to terms with, when you remember that this is all designed to bring that out in us. To see the other side, not through rose colored glasses.” Then he kissed you and Finnick knew the tides had turned. You needed to catch on, you could not be the prey, not now. Say you have to pee and run. Dart to wherever you can and hide.
Yet you didn't, you stuck by his side, and didn't follow when he and the male tribute from 7 went off alone for a second as you all ate. Finnick felt numb as the two discussed how they would get rid of you and the girl from 7, eyes red and stinging as he stared at the screen. He was helpless, he could only hope you could get his telepathic message that you were in danger. You didn't and your death warrant had been signed.
He saw how disenchanted Conway was by you when you killed the girl from 2. How dare he be disgusted when you were doing exactly what you had too in order to survive. Finnick was screaming at you through the television when Conway led you away. Stay. Stay by the girl from 7, let her take out the threat of Conway. Don't go with him. It was so hard to watch, but he persisted because he had to make sure you were alive. Finnick despised the way Conway was luring you in, he didn't care if it was hypocritical, you needed to survive, to come back home to him. When Conway's lips crashed into yours as he pulled the knives, your only protection, out of your hands Finnick felt like he'd lost all grip on reality. He threw a glass at the screen which shattered with a resounding crash, bubbly liquid cascading across the room, but he didn't care. Not when you were being led straight to your death, a ticket to a train that kept you forever away from him on this Earth.
You appeared so innocent and trusting, but with a glance Finnick could tell how scared you were, that you knew something was no longer quite right. Then the foot tapping started and if Finnick's stomach could get heavier then it did, too obvious. Any chances of you being able to play the role of the naive ingenue were long gone because Conway knew what it meant too. Then you did as Finnick had begged you to do long before, you ran. Predator and prey. You ran, he chased. Conway's long legs gave him an advantage as he sprinted after you, calling your name out in the tense air. You tried to hurtle yourself upon the closest tree and Conway had pulled you down in seconds.
This was it, the end. Finnick could feel his eyes welling with tears as his yells intertwined with your screams of begging Conway to let you go. He didn't know when he did it, but the coffee table had been toppled over on the floor, objects scattered across the carpet. Conway spewed on and on about how he knew you didn't love him, your heart was clearly owned by another, and how he was getting back at you now. You fought like hell, trying to squirm your way out of his arms until a knife was firmly plunged in your side. The scream you let out was so gut wrenching that let himself crumple onto the floor. Knees pulled up to his chest, face wet with a steady stream of tears, he was so helpless, so broken to not be able to save you.
You, however, made the tides change when your hands, now covered in defensive wounds, sharply forced themselves into Conway's eye. He screamed, trying to cover it, and you'd instantly darted up. Suddenly there was light at the end of the tunnel again, you were so smart, you'd halted him long enough to grab the spear. Finnick held his breath until the cannon went off, you'd overcome it, and he hated that he'd doubted you would.
Regardless of the fact that there were two tributes left, part of the weight on his chest lifted. He knew the feeling of how adrenaline pushed through the body to get you through every kill to the victory when one was in the arena and he could see it in you. His eyes stayed glued to the screen and he felt like he was stuck to the floor. Fingers knotting into the carpet as he anxiously watched. Time passed agonizingly slow, it hadn't been long, but each second you were still in there was hell. A hell that burned his chest just as yours must have been was the girl from 7 was holding you under the water. Just hold your breath, don't panic, just keep holding it as long as you can. You were an excellent swimmer, you could do this. Your body flailed about, trying to break free, but the other girl was firm in her hold. He'd sink into the bathtub himself, go overfill it and drag his head under, force the instincts to hold his breath wouldn't kick in.
Oh how the Capitol would mourn but love the tragedy of every single lover dead. The story they would tell of how heart wrenching it was. A story that wouldn't be told because you'd found the spear and quickly thrusted it upwards. A cannon echoed. You'd won. You'd come back to him. He'd be yours. You'd be his. You'd be each other's. Tears of relief, of happiness racked through his body. Fate had granted you both more time, he would forever be indebted for it. He shot up from the floor, staring at you, “I'm gonna be with you so soon, angel, right with you. Never gonna leave." He'd do whatever he could to be with you as soon as possible, to hold you once again, it was exhilarating to know the work had not been in vain. He'd have to comfort you, console you, but it would all be worth it just to be with you once again. He couldn't even dream of ever leaving your side when he had you so securely back, the one person he loved more than life itself.
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Finnick thought he'd had plenty of preparation for how you might respond when you found out that he'd convinced Coin you weren't mentally stable enough yet to be on the squad. He'd done it to protect you, to make sure you were safe, but he needed to be involved. It felt like a no-brainer that he had to help really take the Capitol down, take Snow down. Your emotions made his skin bristle with cold, you were stormy, hurt, betrayed. Which he hadn't done, he responded, he'd done it to save you.
“How could you do that to me?" Your voice shook as you wiped away the tears creeping up in your waterline.
“Angel, I can't let you go out there and die. I'm just keeping you safe." He tried to get closer, if he could just touch you that could reassure you of his pure, loving intentions.
“You think I'm gonna be safe when you die out there and I'm stuck completely alone?"
“I won't die." His eyes were pleading and yours were full of a white hot rage he'd never had directed at him on full blast before.
“I went through all the same training as you, I am my own person, you don't get to make decisions for me.”
“I don't want to control you, I want to keep you safe." How could you not understand? He sighed and took a step closer, which you countered. "Honey, I don't doubt that you're getting better, but this is war and if something happens that makes you go off…” Like him dying, like you being out there with him when his soul left the binds of the planet. “You could be a danger to yourself."
“I’ll be a danger to myself here too."
“There are doctors here who can take care of you, sweet girl. Please, I love you and need you here." Finnick tried to ignore the pressure of tears building up.
“All they'll do is sedate me and I'll never recover. I have to go with you, Finnick, you can't let me rot away alone." You got closer, hands finding his face. He adored the feeling but he couldn't savor it when your eyes were digging into his, bargaining with the depths of his soul. Which would not bend, it couldn't fold to you, no matter how much he wanted to be attached to you for every waking and sleeping moment. You must have sensed this incoming rejection when your face became stony and your grip began to slip away.
He tried to pull your hands back towards him, to keep contact, “It's just a couple of weeks, then we'll be free. We can go home together, live our lives, and have our perfect family. Just one more thing I've got to do."
You fully pulled away and he grieved the loss of contact. "You're punishing me, for leaving you in the arena, you're trying to get back at me for it.”
He shook his head as quickly as he could, "No, I'm not. You were just trying to follow the plan, I don't have any grudge over that, sweet girl. You did what you had too.”
"Like how you're doing what you have too, now?” The air felt stagnant in the silence of the beat as you stared at each other. You stepped closer again, hands grabbing his arms, pleading. “I know I was terrible, that I'm terrible, but please don't punish me for it. Please, Finn, don't do this to me." His head ached, his heart ached, everything ached.
“You're not a terrible person, I love you, and you can't go."
“You promised me-" You choked for a second on the tears in your throat, “You promised you wouldn't leave me." He thought about how you'd done the same and hated himself for thinking it. That was the thinking you already assumed he had and that's what he had to fight against.
“I know and I'm sorry, honey. It won't be long." Once again you pulled your body away from his, you looked so betrayed that it felt like he'd been stabbed in the stomach. “I promise."
He felt like he watched something frightening click in your brain, “You promised last time too." Your voice was low before your hands started moving rapidly around while you spoke. “This is you trying to get into my head, they were right, but you're in my head instead. You're trying to psychologically get to me, oh my god, I get it now."
“No, no, no, no, no, no, honey, no. That's not real." Another step forward and you stumbled slightly as you quickly went backwards.
“Yes, you've been toying with me this whole time. That's why you keep pulling shit like this, you're trying to break me.” He was always digging himself into much deeper holes.
"Angel, I'm not. I'm trying to keep you safe. I swear, the stuff you're thinking, that's not true.” Your arms crossed around your chest. “This is why you can't go, this is dangerous."
“I'm not crazy!" You looked at the ground, shaking your head as the tears began falling.
He stepped closer, “Nobody's saying that, you're not crazy. I know that. You just need some more time."
“If I needed more time, why wouldn't you stay?" You pointed at him, “You are a fucking liar and I wish you'd just have killed me instead of playing mind games on me."
You moved around so frantically that he had no choice but to grab you and he wanted to die himself when you flinched and shrunk into yourself. “I don't want you dead. I'm keeping you safe, I know I lied, I didn't mean to and I am so, so sorry.” His own dam protecting him from tears had broken and he began to cry. "I will come back so we can be together forever because I love you, that's what's real. When I'm gone and you're confused, know for a fact that I love you.”
“You can't go. If you go, I have this horrible feeling something bad will happen. Please, Finn, just stay with me.” The way his chest squeezed with guilt was nearly unbearable.
"I have to go.” He whispered and the way you completely broke down made him wish he'd never gotten close enough to be the one who hurt you like this. He caught you before you hit the ground and held you close. "We have time, I've got you, sweet girl. It's okay.” He soothed, rubbing the top of your head, rocking you back and forth to try and call you down.
When it was finally time for him to, the doctors did have to sedate you. It left him with echoes in his ears of how pleaded with him and how you cried. The thought of how much he would really be betraying you if he died kept him going. Every step of the journey was thoughts of you, echoes of you. Wondering if you were still sedated and how he'd make it up to you when you could finally be together again. Free from the reign of the Capitol and together. At least you were safe in District 13, you'd be upset, but protected until the world was ready to stop reigning terror on the two of you. That was until Coin sent in the replacement members for the squad and Finnick was sure he would absolutely lose it when you and Peeta walked off the craft, straight into another set of trials and tribulations determined to tear apart his happiness.
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Welcome Home Commander ˋ♡ˊ
phillip graves x gn!reader
angst to happy ending, uses of pet names, swearing
wc: 870
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Another knock on the door.
It was getting really annoying at this point. Ever since Phillip Graves was announced officially KIA, your neighbors had taken it upon themselves to bring over food and check on you. Sure, the gesture was nice but for one night you just wanted to be left alone. It was a lot, the rumors, the news articles, everyone had an opinion about Phillip, and somehow no one thought to ask you about your own husband. Here you were again, making your way back towards the door ready to accept the Tupperware that would end up sitting in your fridge for the next few days until it was time to throw it away.
Using the sleeve of the oversized hoodie, you wiped the sleep from your eyes preparing yourself for another disgustingly awkward “friendly neighbor” interaction. It was Graves’ old sweatshirt, which had become your uniform at this point with how much you wore it. Everyone told you it would be best to phase out his belongings so you didn't have the “constant” reminder in the house, but something inside you wouldn't allow it. You left everything the way it was the last time he was home. The day he left for deployment.
Opening the door, you braced yourself for the overly cheery neighbor who was about to completely disregard anything you said just so they could check off their good deed of the day. Not even looking up from the floor, words you had uttered too many times to count fell from your mouth, “Just leave it on the porch next time it’s okay,” they never listened.
“The porch huh?”
Your eyes flashed up quickly at the sound of a deep Southern accent. This was a dream, you were dreaming, maybe it was from the lack of sleep. Not a dream, a hallucination, yeah that’s what this was.
Phillip Graves. He was home, and not KIA like everyone including the Shadow Company told you.
“What the fuck,” was all that you could say. Your brain could not compute what was occurring in front of you, how was he here? Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks, your body frozen in place looking at Phillip in front of you. He looked exactly the same as when he left, how was that possible? He was untouched beside the scar that stretched across his cheek that he had always had, the one you kissed a thousand times. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as he stood there, duffle bag hanging off his shoulder.
“Can I come in? Please,” his demeanor had shifted, dropping the cocky act he had approached with. Still unable to form a complete sentence, you stepped aside letting him through. It was still his house after all. This all felt out of body, Phillip was home. Shutting the door, you stood watching Graves set down his duffle and kick off his shoes. He was quick to notice how you were observing him, like if you looked away he might disappear. “You okay darlin’?” That fucking nickname, you thought you would never hear it again.
“Stop it, Phillip,” he looked confused, “I thought you were dead,” tears were still flowing down your face, blurring your vision slightly. There was an obvious tone of frustration, sadness, and confusion all mushing together in your voice. Graves’ brow furrowed, he stepped closer trying to comfort you but you stepped back.
“I'm sorry,”
“How?”
“How? How what?”
“How are you here Phillip, everyone told me you were dead,”
“I wasn't in the tank, I made it home, I needed to get back to you,” his voice was soft just like how you remembered. “No one knew, I was supposed to be in there but…” he trailed off, crossing his arms as he recounted the memory looking deep into your eyes. This time you stepped closer, placing your hand on his bicep, rubbing it slowly. Phillip was hurting just as much as you.
“I missed you, I missed you really fucking bad,” Phillip nodded, uncrossing his arms. Pulling you into him and letting your head rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly in a hug. All the emotions that had been bottled up since you first got the news began to flood out. Phillip Graves was safe, and he was home.
“I missed you too doll,” his hand stroked the back of your head comforting you.
“You know, I have a million questions,”
“I know baby, I know,” there was a pause between the two of you, a comfortable silence as you stood in the foyer in each other's arms.
“Don’t leave me ever again,” it came out muffled as your face was buried deep in Phillip’s chest.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckled, tightening the hug briefly before pulling back slightly to kiss your forehead.
“Good,” you smiled slightly as Graves wiped a tear off your cheek. Leaning up your lips finally met his after being away for far too long, melting into the kiss and allowing yourself to unwind in his arms. Pulling away only to catch your breath, you rested your head back on his chest taking in the feeling of having him back, “Welcome home Commander.”
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Why People (Especially Gay People) Should Watch Mysterious Lotus Casebook
Thirty plus year old former greatest martial artist in the world, Li Lianhua, travels around in a poor man's version of Howl's Moving Castle dispensing sometimes quack, sometimes seems to be pretty accurate medical care to people throughout the land for a quick buck. He is dying a potentially preventable death because he was poisoned ten years ago and refused to seek treatment from his martial arts sect because he felt like he let them down (a lot of them died, and they think he died too). Hopefully he doesn't die for real at the end. He's been stripped of 90% of his martial arts powers, so he basically is just some guy. He does not GAF about almost anything. He likes to cook. He's smarter than everyone. He's our hero.
He has a cute dog by the way. Its name is Fox Spirit, but it is very much a dog.
Along the way he meets Fang Duobing, an annoying, oblivious to class consciousness (but still lovable) rich kid who makes it his mission to travel together with Li Lianhua so they can solve crime. He has huge puppy energy. He wants to be an official detective, and he needs LLH to help him out. He has a serious case of heart eyes for his shifu, and he shows zero interest in any woman ever. He believes, due to a previous encounter, that he's destined to be Li Xiangyi's student in martial arts. Oh and Li Xianygi is Li Lianhua's true identity, so he's kind of like, FDB's shifu twice over. He has no idea that LLH is actually the swordsman of legend.... yet.
Along the way they solve murder mysteries and also get involved in tomb raiding adventures complete with Indiana Jones style booby traps, backstabbing, and weird, creepy kids.
By the way, LLH's archrival from a decade ago, before he left the martial arts world, was Di Feisheng. He leads up an alliance that LLH's was pitted against, and one that was viewed as a scourge in the martial arts world.
LLH's last battle before his 'death' was with DFS, so the martial world believes DFS killed him, as does DFS. Di Feisheng finds him again, and is super DTF (fuck, or fight? actually both), but when he finds out that LLH lost his martial arts powers, he makes it his mission to restore them so they can have the final showdown they deserve.
The fight scenes rule.
Were they friends in the past before they became rivals? We don't know yet. All we know is that they have extreme divorced energy, and DFS wants nothing more than to get remarried. He's gay. He's so gay. He's legitimately confused when he finds out that LLH has an ex girlfriend. He's seriously like 'I NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D BE INTERESTED IN WOMEN.'
You bet your ass LLH is wearing a wedding dress here.
So all three of them travel together to solve murders, which they do, with aplomb. The whole time DFS pretends he doesn't care while making moon eyes at LLH and making sure no harm ever comes to him. Fang Duobing is confused and probably jealous.
Yeah he really did pledge to marry Li Lianhua in like, episode two.
He also, at that point, has NO idea the true identity of either of them.
Right now DFS is no longer traveling with them, but I believe he'll be back to them soon (he's still plenty involved in the story and present), and the three will continue their shenanigans. And anyway, he's still annoying LLH despite them not traveling together (to be fair, pretty much everyone annoys LLH). There's also sect drama! Secret alliances! Completely wack murder mysteries! And always with a side-dish of heavy homo. They're going to be the best found family.
There's eighteen episodes of forty out right now, and it's streaming on IQIYI or wherever you choose to pirate your Chinese Dramas. It's EXTREMELY entertaining every single episode; funny, addictive, and yeah, pretty gay.
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So my favorite character in The Brothers Sun is Taiwan. Like yeah Taiwan has its own shows and movies but it just feels Different to see Taiwan in a big international/American show! It’s SO cool actually and so um here are some thoughts I had and things I Noticed about different Taiwan scenes and things in the show idk
Episode 1
the opening shot of Taipei tells us this is a Thursday- the top of 101 is green and is a different color every day of the week
that corkscrew-shaped apartment building we see Charles living in is kind of an urban legend here in Taipei. They say it’s the most expensive place to live in the city, that each apartment has its own swimming pool, and that there’s an elevator specifically to bring cars up to display in your living room. No idea if the interiors look like that for real though
I was gonna say it’s pretty crazy he has an American-style oven in Taipei bc nobody does but actually in that apartment… yeah he probably would
afaik there’s not a way to (“legally”/officially) stream any of those famous British baking shows here rip
I do wonder if they actually filmed the opening scene in the corkscrew building or if they just really pay attention to detail because the skyline seen out the window matches up to what it would really look like from that part of the city
the shoes, I mean we all know about shoes-off houses but yeah
豆漿. Soy milk. Yeah
They definitely eat Hi-chews in one of these scenes
Episode 2
It makes way more sense for the guys to have snuck out for shaved ice as kids than youtiao… I’m just saying… like would *I* do that yes but it’s usually just like. A thing you eat with soup or breakfast
Episode 3
“Are you sure you can handle-“ “the heat? I’m from Taiwan.” lmfao BITCH Taiwan has some of the blandest cuisine I’ve ever tasted (he does think it’s too spicy tho lol)
“Keelung. A fishing village just north of Taipei.” Okay like I can see how the older generation would call it that but it’s actually a whole ass city…
Episode 5
Not a Taiwan thing but the Maotai made me laugh. It’s like the Coca Cola of Chinese baijiu and imho it’s just as awful as every other brand
Episode 6
ok the episode that made me want to make this list
the Costco shit IS funny because vitamins, baby formula, that’s all the good stuff you want to bring back from abroad BUT actually we have Costco in Taiwan and can easily get a lot of that stuff? This concept imo would fit a lot better for China than Taiwan. It’s still very much a thing to load your suitcase up with baby formula on the way home to China, and there’s actually a huge smuggling business bringing it in through Hong Kong but I digress
Idk why I’m happy to hear Changhua and Douliu mentioned in an American TV show… Seriously, I don’t know. They’re kind of like nowhere places I’ve never even been. I just feel like everyone’s grandparents live there.
Even the way they film Mama Sun on the plane. Like the Mandarin music in the background with the announcement for Taoyuan airport… to me it feels specifically like a transpacific flight to Taiwan lolol but that’s definitely like a bias probably
Okay not to be SO nitpicky but so when she looks out the window on the plane to see Taipei 101 etc I’m not sure about that? The airport is actually in another city and I feel like I usually come in around and over the ocean or something?
But WOW the taxi scene my favorite scene it’s SO visceral and SO Taiwan… the street, the lights, the Cosmed/Mos Burger/7-Eleven, the street noises, like I can FEEL Taiwan through the screen and HER FACE taking it all in I WANT TO SOB
The temple, beautiful like this episode makes me believe Michelle Yeoh is Taiwanese lol
I appreciate the viscerality of the night market shots too but it seemed a bit empty
Okay so Mama Sun’s mom is super rich too based on where she lives which I guess it makes sense. But what I am curious about is the story about why they’re speaking Cantonese because Taiwan has a lot of languages but that’s not one of them like officially at all. I wonder if there’s a character backstory there or they just like. Didn’t want to bother teaching Michelle how to speak Minnan or something
The cemetery too is so fancy, I mean it fits but wow that’s expensive real estate
In the hospital scene, Taipei 101 is lit blue out the window, making it a Friday. Has everything in the show so far happened in only 8 days?
Episode 7
“Last night the Boxers made their move” 101 says it’s Tuesday for anyone keeping track
I LOST it at the Foodpanda driver assassin the first time I saw this… So Taiwan
Big fancy church in Taipei? I know they exist but I’ve never seen one in person (like 2%? of the country is Christian)
A mom bringing back tea as a souvenir from Taiwan? 100% real
Episode 8
RAW is a real restaurant in Taipei. It’s very fancy and very expensive and had I think two Michelin stars. I don’t know ANYONE who’s actually been there lol
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Drive With You Forever
Chapter Six: When they realized then needed a bigger bed
Max Verstappen x reader x Charles leclerc x lando norris
Chapter Summary: Lando is a bit insecure, sleeping arrangements are changed, reader gets an ominous letter, Charles is furious with Ferrari
Warnings: anxiety, insecurities, creepy people, ferrari being idiots
Notes: so, hear me out here y'all. Any thoughts on adding a fifth 👀
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Lando spent the rest of the break with them. Or, as much as he could.
He felt like he belonged every time he was near them. Even if they were just sitting. He felt loved and wanted.
They hadn't officially said what they are yet. Lando has no idea where any of this is going. But for now, he's enjoying it.
The start of the season came around quickly. All of them are back to traveling around the world in now time.
Something new is in the air, however.
Covid had been a possible threat to their sport. It had already canceled other events and prohibited people from leaving their houses.
They got to spend a few days in Australia before being sent home. Ordered to tay inside.
Lando was terrified. He hates being cooped up, and he hates being alone. Two of his worst nightmares come to get him. The idea makes him want to vomit.
It's her idea that he stays with them. He practically lives there already anyway. Max is especially excited to have his gaming buddy in the same house, and Charles is glad that Lando is open to the idea of all this.
All of you hated the idea of not being able to leave the house. The only thing keeping everyone sane is each other.
The boys have taken to streaming. The setup in every room made to look like it's an entirely different house.
There have almost been a few close calls. Her awareness of tlwhen they have a camera on not the greatest. It's specifically difficult when all three odbthen are playing and she has nowhere to go.
Max took the main bedroom. Lando has been living in the guest bedroom and set up there. Charles has a corner of the living room. It leaves very few safe spots for her.
Their sleeping arrangement hadn't changed. Lando is still holed up in the guest bed. Despite all three of them making it known he could sleep with them if he wanted.
She saw the anxiety flashing through his eyes every time they brought it up. They'd tried talking to him about it it multiple times now only for Landonto shut down right before their eyes.
"You could just kiss him." Suggests Max one night like as the three crawl into bed.
"And send him straight into a panic attack?" Charles counters. His hands under his pillow and spine facing the ceiling.
"Have we ever considered that maybe he doesn't want this?" She ponders. Her arms wrap around her legs and pull them into her. Both boys just shake their heads. They'd all picked up on how he was testing certain boundaries. Slowly getting comfortable with being more touchy. He asks questions about them whenever he sees them do something new. Longing glances cast between him and the other three when they do something romantic.
“I think he’s just shy.” Charles voice is muffled by his head in his pillow.
“Maybe we need a slow start.”
~
Lando can’t sleep that night. The tossing and turning he’d been doing forever, not helping him. There are too many thoughts. There are too many wants. Not enough sleep.
He'd been listening to someone tiptoeing around outside. The hushed whispers of deep male voices. Sometimes, the cats would pur outside the door.
He was already when he heard someone softly knocking on the door. "Yeah?"
The door opens, revealing the outline of a female figure. She pads over to the bed and crawls in next to him. "Can I stay? The boys are snoring. Only if you're okay with it, though."
'"Yeah, sure, it's no problem. I can't sleep either, actually."
She slides herself under the covers and curls up into his sides.
He'd been more touchy with then recently. He didn't know the limits and it seemed like touch is a secondary form of communication. But this felt different. Seeing her completely relaxed, head on his chest and his arm now wrapped around her. It's more intimate. She's letting herself be completely vulnerable with him. Something very few get the privilege of.
He did even realize he fell asleep until he's awoken by another set of knocks. They just come in without knocking.
"Can't believe you left us." Charles feigns and exaggerates a look of heartbreak.
"You sounded like your engine at the start of a race." She counters.
Max keels over from laughing so hard.
None of them mention the way Lando is holding her. Neither of them make it awkward.
"Can we join you? You look so cozy." Max smiles at them. His voice raspy from his previous sleep.
"Sure, if it's not weird or anything."q
"Why would it be weird?" The girl on his chest asks. He looks at her, and there is genuine confusion in her eyes.
"I'm not - you know - with you guys."
"Do you want to be?"
He's grateful the lights are low because he can feel the heat in his cheeks. Everything in him wants to say yes.
"The offer is there Lando, if you want it."
He goes to sleep with that thought in his head. The presence of other people comforting enough to send his head into the bliss of unconsciousness.
~
The way they wake up in the morning is absolutely ridiculous. The girl is still on top of Lando's chest. The two of them are tucked protectively into Max. His arm managing to grip both their waists. Then Charles is sprawled across their legs.
He's met with pretty eyes batting down at him. A smile creeping on his face at the sight. "Is this normally how you wake up?"
"Depends on the night." She answers with a chuckle. He lets himself relax into the soft feeling of the bed. The other two males waking up slowly to the sun drifting in through the window.
"Why me? I don't add anything to the group."
"You don't have to add anything. Yourself is enough because we love you." She smiles. "Seb says I spent so much time away from people that now I have too much love to give."
The German had told her it's okay to want to love more than one person. It just means she has a big heart and wants to share it.
"Is it bad that I like waking up like this? With everyone?"
Max tightens his grip. "We can do this all the time, if you want."
Lando gains the biggest grin on his face. "I think I would like that."
"We're going to need a bigger bed." Comes Charles voice, muffled since his face is in the bed.
His comment making everyone giggle
Then three became four
~
They did manage to get a bed big enough for them. Instead of a set place they had previously, the file in where ever seems most comfortable for the night.
It didn't take long to move Lando in. He didn't have much left at his apartment anyway.
They did have to rearrange some furniture and get another dresser. Their original storage far from enough now. They'd give new purpose to the guest room by basically turning it into a closet. They are proud of their handiwork on that.
Now, if someone wants to stay with them, they'll have to explain why there is a room full of dressers and drawers. Not that they're complaining, though.
Lando had fallen right in sync with how they've been operating. Even adding his own things to their routine.
The four of them were on the couch just talking about anything and everything. Lando with his new hobbies, Max and his iracing team, Charles and his music, her with her new inventions.
They'd wanted to know for a while now what been keeping her attention. She'd done small projects up til this point, and now she had been working on the same thing for weeks. They had yet to figure it out.
Then Max's phone was ringing. Then went Charles. Followed by Lando. The three darting to seperate room to answer without bothering eachother.
She considered calling Seb. Only to cure her boredom while waiting for them to return. She called him and Hanna almost daily. They'd laughed when she told them about Lando. Seb commented that she's collecting drivers at this point. The joke made her laugh so hard she alerted the entire house.
It doesn't take long for Max to come back, practically jumping with excitement. "We can race again!" He cheers. His celebration continued by lifting her into his arms and swinging her around.
Charles and Lando do the same thing, and by the time they finish, the floor is moving beneath her. She had yet to get a phone call. She works for Ferrari, so she figures it will come soon.
She is, however, very wrong.
She gets a call from Mattia hours later. The boys exited to celebrate the return of their livelihoods with her when she comes back with the good news.
All three are shocked to see her return downcast. Her phone call lasts longer than the other three combined. They can't hear anything aisde from small sniffles.
She doesn't want to tell them what was said. She dosen't want to ruin their night with her problems.
Mattia had called just to tell her not to come anywhere near the garage. Somone had been leaking Ferrari designs and data to Redbull. The most likely suspect is her because she's dating Max, but that's their only evidence.
It feels wrong. She feels let down in a way. Did they really think she would do that?
She's drying her tears before they can see them, but they know. They'd seen her upset enough times to know when she's hurting.
Charles is the first to embrace her. The hug causes her to fall into him. She choked on her sobs as she hid her face in his chest. His fingers fall into the same soothing pattern that always calms her down.
"They think I told Max Ferrari secrets." She sobs.
The other three exchange looks of anger and confusion. Obviously, someone had done it if they had a reason to think this, but to blame it on her makes no sense. She'd been with them longer than Charles. She practically lived in the garage helping the mechanics.
"I promise I didn't, Charles. I could never hurt you and Seb like that."
"I know you didn't, mon chéri. You're too busy trying to help Max not crash his car. Our secrets won't fix that.
Lando bites his lip to hold a laugh in, and Max dramatically clutches at his chest. "I'm offended by this Charles. Next time, I'm crashing into you."
~
Their first day back, she immediately ran off to find seb. Only to hault in her tracks when she sees him in the Ferrari garage. She looks at Charles, who followed close behind since they needed to go to the same place anyway. "Can you tell Seb I'm out here and want to see him, please?"
The Monegasque nods understandingly and stalks off. Still angry that they've kicked her out of any Ferrari places in the Paddock.
Seb nods his head at Something Charles said, then comes in her direction. Despite the protocol, the German hugs her anyway. "I'm trying to sort things out, I promise."
"I'm alright, really, I'm just disappointed that they think so low of me after all these years." She sighs.
The engineers are looking at her with sad and longing glances. She was immensely helpful to their strategy and safety. Very few of them really believe what they've been told.
She spends her newfound freedom to see those she hadn't in months. Daniel's smile is still as big as the last time she saw it in person. Alex and Lily haven't changed a bit. George seems to have gotten taller over the break. Then Carlos, his jokes just as bad as when they last saw each other.
Pierre and Kika end up finding her. Pierre spent a good chunk of time with Charles, and though he hasn't said anything, she gets the feeling the Frenchman knows there's something going on.
She doesn't know where to go. Everyone knows her as the Ferrari girl. It hurts seeing everyone in red and wishes she could be there with Seb.
Redbull is out of the picture for now. If Seb is trying to fix things, that would make it worse. McLaren seems like a good option, but even then, she doesn't know if she'll be wanted.
She finds a corner of the paddock that's secluded and tucks herself away. Her mind is doing its best to try and escape the reality that she is no longer with Ferrari.
~
It seems nobody is going to disturb her. That she may get to sit here in peace. Until someone she doesn't recognize is standing in front of her.
He looks like a fan. "Excuse me, sir, do you need help?" She asks. Her voice made to be friendly since he's probably not trying to disturb her and she dosent want him to feel bad.
"Actually, I was looking for you." He fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a note. The envelope folded and creased and he hands it to her.
"He said he's nit finished with you." Is his only statement before turning on his heels and leaving her alone again.
~
She texted the boys that she was going to the hotel. The encounter left her with a sick feeling. She just made up some excuse about not feeling comfortable around the Ferrari garage. It's only Thursday. They won't miss her with their media duties to keep them busy.
Her fingers hold the crinkled envelope. No address or name on it.
Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she's ripping it open to soothe it. The letter itself is just a handwritten piece of white lined paper. Nothing special.
The contexts inside the note make her sick. She knows this handwriting. It's her father's.
Sentences about how he's going to come back for her when they let him off parole. How he's been spending his free time learning everything the government would teach him. He was a benefit to them and he is benefiting from them.
There are instructions about how to keep herself in top condition for when he is finally able to continue his work. To make her whole. To let her atone for her sins.
The room feels as if it's closing in on her. She can't breathe. All sense of reason lost to the idea she could be going back there.
But she's an adult now, right? He can't tell her what to do.
She tucks the note into her coat pocket. Praying the boys don't go rifling through her things. She's not going to tell them. Worry about what it could do to them eating her up inside.
They have jobs to do. She's just here now. Alone and lost. Just like all those years ago.
~
Traveling with the four of them makes trips fun. Somone is always getting up to something.
The constant banter filled with love and tender moments makes everything worth it.
She feels guilty for hiding what happened. The note still hidden in the same pocket.
She's analyzed every bit of it. Her free time still massive since Ferrari determined they are not taking her back. Charles and Seb have been struggling more since her departure. The mechanics are trying to make up for her speedy repairs, and the engineers spend more time looking and analyzing data.
The boys can see she's hurting. Charles sees it every time he's heading to the paddock. Lando notices when she looks at her old Ferrari shirts. Max can seem to pull her head away from trying to figure out who did leak the information. Terrified it could hurt Seb and Charles more if the same person is able to do it again.
Max had even made a statement about it along with Charles. Neither of them being heard.
She's basically glued to Lando now. The McLaren garage her new safe place since corners are now seemingly dangerous. They welcome her in with open arms. Lando enjoys sending pictures of her to their group chat, much to her displeasure.
Seb is the one who catches wind of redbull not having a second driver yet. Silly season in full swing with the German moving to Aston Martin, Carlos moving to Ferrari, and Daniel coming to McLaren.
He's over bugging Christian within minutes. Max being dragged with him.
"Just give her a chance. You trusted me once and I wouldn't lie to you. It could actually hurt my career more if you let her drive." Pleads the German.
Christian turns to Max. "Have you seen her drive?"
"Yes, and I can confirm that she fast."
"I'll Gove her one test drive to prove it."
Seb and Max are smiling in excitement. Max is rapidly texting the group. All of them cheering in the message stream.
A week later, she's able to test drive an older car. They geared her up. Her nerves settle in as she slips her helmet on and slips into the car.
All the boys are there to cheer her on. There are a few skeptical looks from people here and there, but they don't say anything.
She fires up the engine and waits for the go-ahead. Her mind fires up as well. Her fingers are getting every piece of information from the car she needs to get the best out of it.
Then engineers release her, and she drives out of the pits. Starting a slow lap to learn the car and track.
She lets small images in of what could happen. A possible spin on her third lap that can be avoided by staying on the inside of the turn. She's flying by lap three and is able to correct the mistake she saw herself make.
Her lap times are gradually getting faster as an engineer gives her data and things they want her to try.
It's not perfect, but she's fast, and she listens. She takes the corrections she's given and gives some feedback of her own. Even asking questions here and there.
She's signing the papers that afternoon. Seb having looked over the contract with her since she doesn't have a manager herself.
She calls Hanna first. The older woman practically screams into the phone, and the kids are chanting her name.
The boys are all over her that night. The four of them celebrate her monumental achievement. The smile doesn't leave her face all night.
~
The off-season is back, and she is busier than she's ever been. Max had to force her to set up every social media account under the sun. The PR team are attempting to get her out there so she dosent go into the season a stranger.
It's weird posting updates about her life for strangers. Though she will admit it is fun to see what her friends and partners post.
It's a controversial subject. She is hardly known and did a little racing prior but nowhere near the amount she should have to be in Formula 1, and she's female.
Some fans have taken a liking to her, and others are ripping her to pieces. She's incredibly glad the boys are there to help her navigate the shark infested waters of the internet.
Speaking of the boys, they've been trying to let her come to them. The guilt that's been eating away at her is showing in everything now.
Her smile drops when she thinks nobody is looking. She's struggling with simple daily tasks. She been more reserved than normal, and frankly, it's scaring them.
Lando decoded he wanted to try his hand at a new recipe, and Charles decided he wanted to be a menace in the kitchen. Max and their female quarter are lounging at the table.
Max is trained to notice small things. He has to as part of his job. So when her eyes flicker to the pocket of her blue zip-up, he knows something isn't as it seems.
"Is your jacket more interesting than me now?" He pokes. Trying to make light of her gloom and ease her into opening up.
Her eyes winden the smallest bit as she shakes her head no too fast for his liking. "Just distracted, sorry."
He can't take it. His instincts are clawing at the back of his mind that something is wrong and her jacket it the answer.
He throws himself over the couch, grabs her jacket, and then plops himself right back down next to her. Lando's frustrated wails echoing in the kitchen as he does so.
"I know something is bothering you and it's something to do with this jacket. Now, either I'm going to find out via investigation, or you can tell me." He quirks his eyebrows at her in a questioning look.
She's shaking now. Her face losing the slightest bit of color. Her hands find her head as the word no falls from her lips repeatedly.
Max places a hand on her knee. "Whatever this is, we'll get through it together, all of us. We want to help you, okay? But we can't do that if you shut us out." He keeps his voice steady and soft. The words he said resonate with her.
She reaches her hand into the pocket and pulls out a letter. Her fingers tremble as she hands it to him to read.
Max takes it cautiously. He can see the panic increasing in her body language. The note crinkled as he unfolds it. His eyes scan furiously over the words.
It makes sense why she's been distant, he thinks. The letter obviously causing her to pull away in case something happened to her.
Max tugs her into his side. "We're not going to let anything happen to you. Honestly, I think Seb may actually start a war if something does."
A ghost of a smile tugs at her lips. "I'm sorry for not telling you. It was just scary how it all happened."
"I understand why you are so scared. Just remember you have three very protective boyfriends who won't let him anywhere near you."
"Seb says he wouldn't be shocked if we get a fifth at this rate."
"Honestly, I don't think any of us would."
The moment is interrupted by shreiks from the kitchen. "Charles! You ruined it!"
~
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Can I request something? I just do it now hehe.
Sebastian as teacher and its teacher x student. And they both have a secret relationship or just sex first? And then the reader is teasing him in the lesson, and he teases her after the lesson, then? Maybe both love each other hehe.
Forbidden fruit
PAIRING | Professor!Sebastian Stan x Student!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 896 words
SUMMARY | You have been teasing your professor during your classes, and when he finally snaps, he's punishing you in the best way he can think of. He keeps you on edge for hours and only lets you reach your high when you can't think of anything other than ''Daddy''.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap [ Reader is in her early 20s - Sebastian is in his early 40s ], smut [ Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), edging, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, overstimulation, oral (M&F receiving), throat fucking, choking, rough sex, dacryphylia, praise, implied aftercare ]
A/N | Thank you so much for this request; please enjoy my fic, which is nothing but filthy porn with zero plot. I hope this made some of your Seb fantasies come true 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚
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You're not sure anymore how you've ended up here, bent over your professor's desk while he's pounding the living daylight out of you. Yet here you are, your skirt bunched around your waist, your cheek sticking to the desk, and your broken moans are the only thing leaving your mouth.
''Gonna- fuck- teach you how to behave- feels so fucking good- more often,'' Sebastian says between his thrusts, your orgasm creeping closer any second.
If it's anything like the last 2 hours he's been teasing and edging you, he will pull out at the last second and repeat the same cycle over and over again.
''D-daddy, please! Need to cum,'' you pant out, your voice barely there from all the moans and groans Sebastian keeps pulling from you.
''Yeah? Does Daddy's needy slut need to cum?'' he asks degradingly, but you would lie if you said it didn't turn you on beyond belief.
''Y-y-yes!'' is all you can manage as your brain turns into nothing but jelly from how he keeps thrusting into you; your cunt is far beyond overstimulation.
All you can think about is how good you feel and how bad you need to cum right now. And now that you can almost taste it, Sebastian pulls out again.
''No!'' you whine, dropping your forehead on your professor's desk.
Sebastian drops to his knees behind you and forces your legs apart to eat you out from the back.
His tongue lapped through your folds, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices like he was eating from a forbidden fruit. But god, he couldn't get enough of this juicy cunt.
His hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing quick, tight circles on your clit. ''D-daddy! Please!'' you beg, but your mind is so fuzzy you don't even know what you're begging for.
His tongue finds its way into your entrance repeatedly, and he tries to get even closer to get every last drop of you onto his tongue.
Still, he doesn't let you cum, and he won't let up, so the tears are streaming down your face in pure frustration.
''P-please,'' you croak out, and Sebastian lets out a deep chuckle at your pointless begging.
''You're such a needy slut for me, begging Daddy to make you cum. You should've thought of that before you teased me during your classes. Bad sluts don't get to cum; they only get to be used as fuckholes for their Daddy to enjoy however he likes,'' he says, and your cunt clenches around his tongue at those words.
When you fall from your peak again, Sebastian shoves you on your knees and pulls your hair back so you open your mouth for him like a good girl.
''Fucking gorgeous like this, on your knees begging for Daddy's cock in your mouth,'' he groans, shoves his rock-hard cock in one shove down your throat, having no respect for your gag reflex whatsoever. Not that you have one anymore, after everything Sebastian's done with you.
Out of pure instinct and muscle memory, you hollow your cheeks while you suck, and Sebastian wraps his free hand around your throat where he can feel himself fucking you.
''Jesus, I can feel myself in that tight fucking throat of yours; now you're being such a good girl for your Daddy,'' he says, and he only gets harder from the sight below him.
Fat tears are running down your cheeks, your mascara is completely ruined, and your hair is a mess, too, but you've never looked more beautiful to Sebastian.
His hand is still on your throat, and when he feels his orgasm creep up, he squeezes his hand, making you choke in the process of him fucking your throat.
''F-Fuck! 'm cumming,'' is all he groans out before he shoots long ropes of thick cum down your throat, and you have no other choice than to swallow every last drop for him.
When he's done, he pulls out, and you show your tongue, showing him that you did indeed swallow every last drop he gave you.
''Alright, lay on your back on the desk and spread those thighs for me, baby,'' he says, and you preen at his sweet words, which are a complete contrast against the filthy stream coming out of his mouth earlier.
You do as he says with a lot of his help, and he sits on his knees, attaching his lips to your clit and his fingers working in and out of your used cunt at a rapid pace to make you cum.
''Cum for me, NOW!'' he demands, and with that, you do; your walls clench around his fingers, and he keeps lapping up all your juices until there's nothing left, and you're pushing his head away.
When you've come down from your high, he sits down on his desk chair and pulls you into his lap, making sure he's careful with your used hole as he sits you down.
''Been such a perfect girl for me; you did so well for Daddy,'' he whispers in your ear, his hands stroking your hair as you return to this earth.
''Love you,'' you slur out, and Sebastian smiles.
''I love you too, sweet girl,'' he says, kissing your forehead softly as he makes sure you're okay, taking as long as you need to recover from everything that happened.
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what do you think on people saying four doesnt have much of an arc?
got an hour? /silly
I say SMG4 does have an arc going for him personally i feel it has to do with his weird need to be number one let me explain
SMG4 has to be number 1, now the reason i say this is there are some episodes that have shown that four tends to get jealous when someone gets close to his popularity of course i mean SMG3 during the youtube arc SMG3 just wanted to make videos for entertainment he for once wasnt planning anything evil. The moment SMG4 saw that Three was getting lots of views suddenly the other man was planning something evil.
then he goes out of his way to destroy snitch which push SMG3 to the breaking point causing the youtube arc. Another moment when SMG3 becomes a twitch streamer
he was so sure no one was going to care about SMG3 stream even called the man to tell him how to do the stream like if SMG4 knows what people want to watch (Twitch and youtube are different there four) SMG3 being more sure of who he is rightfully told Four who asked and did his own thing. The next day SMG4 sees the views in the 3millions in shock charges into Threes home to accuse him of doing something to get them views
even tho SMG3 is showing change Fours need to be on top when it comes to content creation blinds him into seeing SMG3 as the villain/evil pulling something to be popular on twitch
Present day they are friends officially and he opens his cafe i feel is another moment where even tho they are friends his need to be the more popular one makes him a huge asshole to SMG3 who just open a business and wants to share his love for bombs and coffee
he pushed SMG3 yet again to a breaking point, but since three isn't the same person he use to be ran to his room to cry making Four notice that he crossed the line realizing he doesn't know how to balance being a friendly rival. But then their is Three who treats SMG4 more as a friend then a rival these days yeah they have their moments but Three really does see four as a friend while four who isnt use to at all sharing the spotlight is struggling a bit with the friendship part of their relationship.
his fear of losing his friends i feel also plays into it when you remember the last episode
SMG4 saw he was about to lose his friends to SMG3 party and emotionally manipulated them into going to his party instead by reminding them of who SMG3 use to be which SMG3 points out
SMG3 has grown so much the past doesn't bother him cause without it he wouldn't be here with his new friends and learn who he is as a person if he didn't attempt to kill them. But SMG4 getting jealous at the fact his friends were more interested in Threes party made him pull this move just to win
i feel that SMG4 arc has to be him getting over this need to hog the spotlight cause it really feels he has to be on top and we only see it come out with SMG3 cause Three is the only friend in the crew that is a online content creator like him and has the skill to be just as or even more popular then him. Four also needs to stop making Three the villain when things don't go his way cause that's sure is a way to ruin a friendship with someone lucky for him SMG3 is able to wave away what Four says since he understands the other man more then the crew.
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Hi! What's your HC for how each band member (and Charles too, if you can) would be like on their wedding day?
Ohmygosh I am such a sap, I’m having way too much fun with this prompt and I haven’t even started writing yet!
The Wedding Day
Nathan Explosion
Leading up to the day, Nathan becomes more and more of a nervous wreck. He’s terrified of something going wrong, the day being completely ruined and you leaving him forever because of it. No matter how much you reassure him that you plan to marry him no matter what, he is dead set on making sure that the wedding will be perfect and that you’ll have the best day of your life. While metal and brutality are what he strives for most, he also has a sense of traditionalism that seeps into the wedding plans. He talks to his parents a lot during the whole process.
The morning of, he wakes up and is suddenly calm about the whole ordeal. His chest is bubbling with giddiness and he has a small smile that he can’t wipe off of his face as he begins to get ready. He’s excited to see you, to say his vows and to hear yours and put rings on each others fingers and become officially married. The word sounds really good to him.
Dethklok are his groomsmen, with Pickles as his best man. You’ve already been in their favor for a long time, so they’re equally excited on Nathan’s behalf. The dressing room is loud and crowded, but he lets the chaos roll off his back as he thinks about spending the rest of his life with you.
Eventually, he’s suited up and the guests have poured in. Shortly before the ceremony, he’s with his dad, who is making small adjustments to Nathan’s appearance and pumping him up for finalizing the greatest decision he’ll ever make.
“Ready, son? This is it.”
“Fuck yeah.”
The ceremony is fairly large; Klokateers line the walls, he’s facing all the friends and family that could’ve possibly been invited, his bandmates are behind him. But he’s only wanting to see you. He can’t possibly take much longer, he feels like the butterflies are gonna rip out of his gut and start devouring the guests. Suddenly, music starts playing, and he laser-focuses on the aisle.
You’re gorgeous. Everything about you; perfect. You’re glowing from the inside-out. Nathan doesn’t even notice the hot tears that begin to stream down his face, he’s entranced. As soon as you reach him, he takes your hand into his and squeezes them like he’ll never let go. His lips move like he wants to say something, but he simply cannot find the words to describe how brutally in-love he is. His head is dizzy with happiness.
He doesn’t even hear what the officiant is saying. When the time for vows come he just…shakes his head, keeping eye contact with you. You giggle, the guests chuckle. Don’t worry, you’ll get to see what he had planned to say later, and it’s very sweet. But Nathan can’t bring himself to say a whole speech right now. He just wants to kiss you.
And, boy, does he kiss you! Nathan’s kiss is hot and passionate and you feel like you would fall off the edge of the world if it weren’t for his right grasp. Nathan feels a lot of intense emotions, many of which he keeps bottled up. But when he kisses you on your wedding day, you can suddenly feel all of them and it’s wonderful.
After the ceremony, Nathan is thrilled to be married to you, it’s adorable. He does his best to compress it down for pictures, purely for image’s sake (these are the photos that are gonna be shared publicly, after all). In most photos, he holding you with his signature pissed-off expression. But there’s a few with a glimpse of his eager smile.
After photos? He’s completely loose. Nathan is an absolute goofball when in the right mood, and being married to the person he loves most definitely does the trick. He stuffs his face, drinks a drink or three, laughs loudly at Pickles’ best man speech, and doesn’t even complain when his parents embarrass the hell out of him.
The dance you two share is a bit clumsy, his feet taking random steps as he presses his forehead into yours. You both incomprehensibly compliment each other and exchange various, “I love you”s. But none of it needs to be said; Staring in each other’s eyes like this already makes it the best day of your life.
Soon after the height of the party, Nathan gives a half-assed goodbye to his band and his parents in order to drag you to the limo that’s already waiting outside, getting an early start on your honeymoon.
Pickles the Drummer
I’ll be honest; Pickles is not sure if this whole thing was ever a good idea. His proposal was last-minute and completely unplanned. He is constantly changing his mind, keeping you on edge. One minute, he’s infatuated with the idea of holy matrimony. The next, he’s saying he just wants to get hitched in Vegas. The next, he‘s calling the whole thing off. He knows that he loves you and he wants you to be happy but…it’s a big commitment. Especially for someone like Pickles. Please be patient with him.
But the date, despite the pushbacks, finally arrives. He hardly sleeps the night before. He convinces you to stay with him until the last minute, afraid he’s gonna scare himself into running off. He lays in bed for a solid hour after waking up, just letting your sleeping form cling to him. He desperately wants a drink and he hates himself for it. The only thing keeping him from spiraling is your warm weight and the pace of your breathing.
The morning is slow and heavy as the two of you get ready. You ask him a few times if he’s okay and he always says “Yeh, ‘m gud” despite the look on his face; scared and unfocused. You don’t push it. Instead, you give him a kiss on the cheek before you leave to get into your outfit.
Despite the coaxing from you and Dethklok and even Charles; Pickles had invited his family, at the very last second he possibly could have. And they show up pissed. His father is silently judgmental, his mother is nagging, and his brother is all kinds of rude. The ceremony hasn’t even started but they’re already on his ass about everything they can think of. He’s nauseous with anxiety, desperately trying to block out their voices. Nathan has to drag them away when Seth makes on a comment on you, seeing how Pickles was one second away from beating the shit out of him again.
So his wedding starts with Pickles in a miserable mood. He just wants the day to be over. He’s at the altar, avoiding eye contact with his mom and sweating bullets. When you do finally make your way down the aisle, he gives you a small smile. He feels guilty for being so overwhelmed with dread rather than happiness. At the very least, he does think you look amazing, even if it’s hard to tell beneath his unease.
You can see him shaking, trying hard to not hyperventilate. When the officiant asks if anyone objects, he squeezes your hands and his eyes dart over to his family. Luckily, they stay silent. And so, you’re married. Once Pickles kisses you, there a small moment where he’s calm again. He’s attached to you by the lips, the warm sensation of love pouring over him, the same love that made him propose in the first place.
Until it ends. He suddenly hears the cheering, realizes that the two of you are surrounded by people and he immediately looks to his parents, mortified by their unimpressed faces. You take his hand with you, back down the aisle as he stutters an apology for looking like an idiot.
But you don’t go back to the dressing room. Instead, you drag him right out of the venue and push him into a car.
“Wha’dder doin, babe?”
“Getting you outta here.”
You ditch the wedding. You’re already married, there’s no point in staying there just so he can stew in his anxiety. For a few moments of the car ride, he still afraid that you’re mad at him for not being more enthusiastic about the ceremony. But he eventually relaxes and thanks you, at ease for the first time in weeks. Later, there will be a huge freak out and Charles will berate you for leaving so suddenly. But right now, you pick up some fast food and hit up a random park. The two of you take some edibles he conveniently had in his suit pocket and spend the rest of the night eating and cuddling under the moonlight.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf
The day Skwisgaar proposed to you was magical. It was romantic, it was beautiful, he was vulnerable and extremely sweet. After? Nothing. He was still your Skwisgaar, affectionate with you and ever-so-slightly teasing. There were no changes to him. But he had practically no involvement in the wedding planning, never even brought it up. When you asked for his input on something, he always told you do to do what you want. Even on inviting his mother;
“If you thinks she shoulds be theres.”
The only thing he actively contributed was picking his clean, white suit, which Charles had to nag him into doing last minute. The night before, you asked if he even wanted to do it at all, since he was so aloof about it. He gave you a simple,
“Ofs course I does.”
The day comes. Skwisgaar wakes up with a heavy weight on his chest. He really does want to marry you. He’s changed a lot about himself and his lifestyle in order to be committed to you, and he is happy about it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, better than the thousands of groupies he used to occupy himself with. But the word ‘Husband’ used to be something to mock in his eyes, a lame dildo who’s given up in life and probably isn’t even happy. But that’s about to be him, your husband. He isn’t upset, but it’s a strange thing to become someone you once despised.
So, as he gets ready and as his groomsmen tease him mercilessly for his dedication to you, he’s quiet and neutral. Even for Dethklok, it’s hard to tell what he’s feeling at he moment, but he shows no signs of backing out, so they continue on.
Once he’s in position, Skwisgaar sees what you’ve been working on for the past several months. And it’s gorgeous, you did a wonderful job. The guest list was very minimal, a detail he greatly appreciates. He briefly scans over them, but stops once he spots blonde hair the same color as his own. Then, he focuses on the aisle, waiting for you, keeping his head clear from the awful clouds of thoughts that he doesn’t want to hear right now.
You walk down, the two of you make hard, intimate eye contact. His first thought is that you are the most beautiful anyone has ever been, especially for him, and he can’t believe you’re real. His second thought is how wonderful you’d look if all the clothing were to be removed. His third thought is praying that the intense ache on his eyes don’t spill over into tears.
He says his vows quietly, speaking to you in a hushed tone. He couldn’t care less about the small crowd watching him as his life permanently changes, he prefers if they didn’t hear him anyway. This is for you and him exclusively. And when he kisses you…
Skwisgaar has a horrible tendency to always leave you wanting for more. He’s an absolutely addictive kisser and it’s completely unfair to you. Your wedding kiss is no different. He gives a light chuckle when you follow his lips as he pulls away. He decides to keep the gesture quite conservative for now. Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty more later.
From then on, he’s attached to you. He doesn’t leave your side for a second, completely ignoring the guests just to stare at you with a refreshing, loving gaze in his eyes. While drinking champagne, cutting the cake, listening to speeches; you’re the only thing occupying his world that day.
He says very little until your first dance, in which he thanks you for all the work you put in. But really, he would’ve been happy next to a dumpster. He leans his close, lips grazing your ear, and whispers exactly how he’s going to thank you later when the two of you are alone. Even as your husband, Skwisgaar is a man of seduction and absolute tease.
Toki Wartooth
He bought a ring, like, a month into seeing you and had to be tied down by Charles just so he wouldn’t immediately propose. Toki LOVES the idea of marriage and goes to ask you as soon as his manager is sure that you won’t accidentally tear apart the band. There are no words to describe how absolutely giddy he is to be your husband, he counts down the days every single morning.
Unfortunately, he’s sort of awful at planning. He has so many ideas that are a messy collision of traditional, brutal, and decora aesthetics and he’s constantly spouting them off to you. It’s gonna take a while to find some balance so your wedding doesn’t immediately cause a seizure to anyone in the vicinity. The day before, he gives you hundreds of kisses, squealing and giggling about how happy he is and how wonderful it’s all going to be.
The two of you separate that night, wanting to get ready individually so you can do a ‘first-look’ before the ceremony. Unfortunately, it has been a very long time before Toki has had to sleep in a bed without you and he is forced to remember how cold it can be. He barely sleeps, staring at the ceiling, desperately missing you as his heart pounds with anticipation to marry you.
Turns out, not sleeping before your wedding day isn’t a great idea. The entire morning, he’s sporadically dozing off, needing to be herded around by Dethklok so he can get ready. The whole day is spent with him either smiling like a huge goofball or half-asleep as he showers, eats breakfast, gets his hair done, and suits up.
At some point, he hears that his parent/s didn’t actually show up, despite being invited. His chest buzzes with the usual strange feelings he gets whenever talking about his family, but he pushes foreword. Never was there a groom so determined.
As he waits at the alter, he’s bouncing on his heels, fidgeting with his hands, grinning so hard his face hurts. He’s dreamed about his wedding day for years and years, in love with his soon-to-be spouse before he even met you, and the best moment of his life is mere seconds away from happening. What would happen next, after his happily-ever-after? He doesn’t know, but he’s happy to spend it with you.
And here you come. The music plays, you walk down the aisle…Toki is easily prone to sobbing, but he has never ‘happy-cried’ until this moment. It’s almost concerning, how shaky he is with pure, unfiltered joy. The last thing you need is for your husband to spontaneously combust.
While Toki had put a lot of thought and effort into writing his vows, they’re practically out the window. He slips in a few preplanned lines, but he mostly rambles about how glorious being in love is and how wonderful you are, slipping between Norwegian and English and laughing at himself the whole way through. It’s a messy speech, but it’s one full of passion.
He kisses you a minimum of three times, each more lovely than the last as your guests clap and cheer. You’re lifted and twirled all the way to the car meant to take you to the reception, squeezed into the back seat as he attacks you with affection.
At this point, Toki had been running on adrenaline and very short power-naps the entire day. He’s still flooded with delight to finally, officially, be yours but he has never been one to run well on sleep deprivation. His head slowly leans into your collarbone, humming through his comfortable smile and looking up at you lovingly with half-shut eyes.
“Toki, are you alright?”
“Pers-fect.”
He yawns through his words, half-heartedly insisting that he can enjoy the rest of the evening just fine but not objecting when you tell the driver to just head to the hotel and tell Charles about the change of plans. It’s not long before the both of you are passed out and tangled within each other, your outfits only half-removed before the sun has even set.
William Murderface
William had never thought he’d get married. At some points, he thought that love was simply not for him, that he was forever to be unwanted. But even has you entered his life, took over his heart and made him realize that he was worth something…it still never crossed his mind. It seemed like something that cliché assholes do just to prove a point. It took a lot of work from the both of you for him to truly believe that you cared; what did a dumb certificate have to prove after all this time?
Several years into your relationship, and the two of you have fallen into a comfy routine, both brutally thrilling and cozily domestic. He’s not only in love, but living in long-term happiness. It’s bliss. Until, at some social event that he was only attending out of requirement, some random dildo insists that it’s really about the time you two get married.
You laugh it off and Murderface promptly tells the guy to suck his dick, mostly out of instinct. But later, when you’ve practically forgotten, the concept is still on William’s mind. Was it about that time? Would two little rings really transform his relationship, one of the greatest things to ever happen to him, to something more sacred? Did you want to? You seemed to brush it away so easily earlier…would you not be willing to marry him?
You notice his behavior change over the course of a few days, clearly pondering something deeply but unwilling to tell you what. It isn’t until a very late night, when you’re already in bed with him, eyes closed and brain only half-on;
“Would you wanna get married?”
“What?”
“To me. If I aschked, would you schay yesch and marry me?”
“Sure, Hun. I’ll marry you.”
Two weeks later, he is stationed in the middle of Mordhaus’ living room, wearing clothes that are only slightly nicer than his usual.
Pickles, once again, asks him if he’s only doing this to prove some dumb point. William, once again, tells Pickles to fuck off. Nathan, as his best man, pokes him in the back and says he could’ve made the ceremony a bit nicer at the very least. William insists that the both of you liked this way best.
Skwisgaar is lounged on the couch, guitar in lap as he begins to strum the first song that comes to mind. Toki enters and haphazardly throws around some rice he recently hijacked from the kitchen. You follow, also in slightly-nicer-clothing, and holding one of Murderface’s many knives rather than a bouquet. The smile on your face is the brightest he’s ever seen and everything feels right to him.
Charles reads from a document he had just printed out that morning. With you looking into his eyes at this very moment, William is baffled at how he could’ve possibly waited this long to do the bare minimum of marrying you. Because he wouldn’t want it any other way. With Charles’ short, law-required speech done, he declares the two of you a wedded couple.
The kiss is intense, wrapped fully into each other as the commitment is finalized. There’s a brief amount of clapping from Dethklok and the surrounding Klokateers, but the celebrations last less than an hour before you and Murderface are shoved onto a plane for your honeymoon.
The first few days in Las Vegas are a blur of alcohol, drugs, gambling, and intense sex. The next few days are spent with long, romantic moments, intimate conversations, sensual cuddling and…still lots of sex. William practically melts every time you acknowledge him as your new husband.
It was rushed, it was messy, it resulted in rice being vacuumed out of the living room carpet for months and the biggest blackout of your life…but your wedding day was nothing short of perfect.
Bonus: Charles
I’m doing a rush job of this because I’m still not 100% sold on his businussy
I think you would originally get married in bare-minimal circumstances, probably for potential tax benefits or political reasons. Either way, he slips a plain band ring on your finger and gives you a brief kiss. It’s less than a romantic gesture and more like a business deal.
Later on, as the two of you grew closer than he has with anybody else, he realizes just how improper your official wedding really was. So he conducts that a proper one be planned. It’s much more extravagant and he splurges to make sure you get everything you want.
That’s all I have to say about that it is 3 Am I am so sorry offdensen simps love you
#polyklok is real#metalocalypse#dethklok#dethklok headcanon#metalocaypse headcanon#metalocalypse x reader#request filled#I watched so many wedding videos for this#so what if I like the idea of couples abandoning their weddings to spend time together??? sue me#william murderface#nathan explosion#toki wartooth#pickles the drummer#skwisgaar skwigelf#metalocalypse murderface#metalocalypse toki#metalocalypse nathan#metalocalypse pickles#metalocalypse skwisgaar#dethklok x reader#murderface x reader#nathan explosion x reader#toki x reader#Skwisgaar x reader#pickles x reader#shut up writing takes a long time okay??
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I just found this blog so I'm jumping aboard the plushie bandwagon.
First we got Absol. (i feel like maybe i should've taken a closer-up picture but it's the face sooo)
Then a Wooloo
And, saving best for last, this Leafeon plush I own... of which I swear on my life is official merch.
I also have some more eeveelutions (plus an eevee and a few more) but: 1. I didn't want to send too many. 2. Eeveelutions are more popular so I wanted to give some other people the chance to submit their own. 3. I don't know where my Pikachu and Snivy plushies are cuz I own too many stuffed animals.
Only reason I submitted Leafeon was so I could show off this ~masterpiece~ of a plushie I own. And it's face isn't the only thing wrong with it too lol. Also I just noticed I accidentally had one of the ears hanging back but I'm too lazy to go take another photo but i hope this amuses you nonetheless.
ALRIGHT THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF YOU AS I'VE BEEN OUT WITH MY FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HUH
let's start with these guys. beautiful. wonderful. i do not believe that that leafeon is official merch. this statement is baffling to me. welcome to the front-facing pokémon family. i love the eyes on that absol and wooloo is one of my faves. i was rather obsessed with it when it first came out and have a whole wooloo tag on my main blog because of it. though i guess i cleared that whole thing out recently so i don't anymore
let's get the nose ratings out of the way:
↑ this is a lie. 10/10 chespin
it's very wide and also 10/10 you're being too harsh. merry day to you too
circular face indeed. did i already post this one? if i did you can have it again
clodsire be upon ye. clodsire fans this is your treat until gen 9
this is a trend now. i think tumblr just crunched this image to hell for some reason so here's what the text says:
"Felt like joining the others for front facing pokeplushies
[images]
I have more pokemon but its early morning and these are the plushies that are easy to access"
i have not but i imagine "a moment" has long passed by now. my apologies but apparently today was an important day or something? idk
YEAH it's super unbelievably fucked up. i think i kinda remember the circumstance being a bit dire so everyone else was more worried about either 1. protagonist getting stomped on brutally or 2. saving the world from kyurem / the bittercold. i was totally under the impression that he was dead in that moment but i guess the characters may have known that he would just come back? i seem to vaguely remember partner being surprised that he came back and being like "but we watched you die :OOO" but maybe i'm misremembering that. i do create a lot of pmd lore on my own time so i have a hard time telling the difference between canon and fanon sometimes
two a day makes the world go round! this blog started when i started college, paused for 80% of my college career and now has started back up and i just graduated college a week ago. i would say "how time flies" but it has been a very, very long year
i've said it before and i'll say it again: gen 6 is my favorite gen, so you'll be seeing lots of favor for this gen from me in the tags i'm sure. maybe gen 6 is my excuse to start doing other things here. like that stream i keep talking about
if they put meloetta as a little obscure puzzle thang in sv, i'm sure they'll do something for genesect. i hope. at least for keldeo probably. genesect i'm not sure is very popular, unfortunately, outside of the tumblr crowd. if the general public's opinion on genesect is favorable, then maybe
okay and then i tried to scroll down further in my screenshots for more asks and saw the wobbly will smith in a hospital bed Gimme a Hug, Man that i copied from the "i get a little bit genghis kanghis" post so that's it. to everyone who christmases: merry it. it is today. although it's basically over by now so! merry boxing day for tomorrow if i don't say anything tomorrow. but i probably will. now i'm gonna go queue up today's 'mons because i haven't done it yet today. see you all in a few weeks when those post
#gti spoilers#under the cut. don't look if you haven't played it it's an amazing game#not pkmn#nose ratings#about to queue up gogoat and pancham so be ready for those in a while
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My bunny
Summary: simon meets his daughter
Warnings: gore, death, violence, angst
A/n: this is a au that i have where simon has a daughter. Im deff gonna make this a series. Also its not proof read so if grammar and spellings off sorry not sorry lol
The day simon met Sammy it was love at first sight
His cold heart melted and the walls he had built from the years of truama and horror crumpled into dust.
Tears pricked his eyes as he was standing in a building he had just cleared holding the crying infant in his arms. She had a small gold bracelet with the date 3/2/16 she was one years old and it was her 1st birthday. Her bright blue eyes closed tight in a screaming sob. Wailing jn the sorrow of loosing her family.
" you're like me bunny. All Alone and no where to go" he croaked tears now streaming down his face. He cradled the baby to his chest holding her tight
"Its alright love, ive got you know." He sighed
"Daddys got you" he whispered
He vowed that day that he will take this child in and call her his own flesh and blood.
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Sam was found being held by her mother tightly. The mother was shot fatally by the enemy. The last thing in her mind before the bullet hit her was to protect her precious sleeping daughter. Simon got to her on her last breaths her passing thw child to simon
"Please.....take care..... of...sam.." the mother ghasped out taking in her last breath as she handed her to him. The look of horror hidden behind his mask tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
Flash backs of his past hitting him like a train. The sight of the newly deceased family holding each other in fear as the enemy executed them one by one. If it wasnt for him to step in at the right time he'd would've not met the meaning to his life the will for him to keep fighting knowing that theres someone waiting for him to come home.
Simon rushed to the safe house holding the baby like his life depended on it. When he arrived he instantly collapsed on the couch hunching over the baby quietly sobbing. He sat there for hours not wanting to let go of his child.
When evac came they sought out for the baby telling simon that she needs to be searched for any wounds. Simon followed them not leaving her side. when she was done with the evaluation the doctor came telling him everything
"She's a very healthy girl and we will make sure she will be put in a nice house-"
"NO" simon yelled " she's staying with me"
The doctor was shocked by the quick answer
"Luttenant she needs to be in a safe household away from danger and quite frankly-"
" i dont care what it takes. If it costs me everything. She's going to be my daughter"
The doctor looked at him in defeat
"Very well but you will have to talk to the higher ups about this. A child is a life long commitment"
"Like i fuckin know that doc i said what i said now let me see her"
He followed the doctor to the examination room where the nurses where trying to calm her down but where failing to. Simon rushed over to her
Sams crying settled down when simon picked her up cradling her head.
"Its alright im here, im here" he said softly
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"Well congratulations mr.riley you're officially the father of Samantha!" The adoption agent said handing him back the adoption papers
For the first time in years simon had a smile on his face tears pricked his eyes as he glanced down at the new adoption papers
"Samantha josephine riley" he said softly looking at his new daughter in her car seat carrier. She slept peacefully
"You like that dont you bunny?" He said tickling her tummy causing her to let out a light giggle
This was his happiest day of his life
7 years later
"DADDY! " sam yelled running up to him engulfing him in a hug
Laswell let out a chuckled handing simon her bag
"Hey bunny! where you good for auntie kate"
"Yeah!! She said giving him a kiss on his skull mask with a loud "MWAH"
Ghost took his mask off and blew a raspberry on her cheek causing a fit of giggles
" thank you for taking care of her while im away" simon said to kate
" any time" she said blowing sam a kiss " bye sammy" she said
Sam gave her a toothless smile
" well you look at that! Did you loose a tooth while i was gone?" Simon asked
" yeah! I was playing tag with annabeth (laswells daughter) and i hit a tree! Then my tooth fell out! And i got five bucks from the tooth fairy look daddy!!" She handed him a 5 dollar bill "i must have been really good for her to give me $5!" She said with a toothless smile
"I bet you where bunny" he said giving her a eskimo kiss.
Simon and sammy said their goodbyes to laswell and her family and drove to their house in manchester
Kate had a small loft with her wife in liverpool just 40 minutes away from simons house. She would often visit the place when she was off duty or on vacation. This was alway convenient to him since price was 3 hours away all the way in herefordshire. The drive home was full of stories. Sammy told her tooth story, how she got to make a fort in aunties house and how she got to have breakfast for dinner. Simon was always amused by her stories. They where always innocent and cute a lot better than the horror stories he'd have to supress until sammy was older to understand his line of work.
"Daddy! How was your work trip?!" Sam asked in the back seat looking at the rear view mirror. "Did you save more people from the bad guys?" Simon smiled oh the pure innocences of his daught is what he enjoyed
"I did bunny and guess what?"
"What!"
"You remember my buddy soap?"
"YOU MEAN UNCLE JOHNNY?!" Her eyes lit up with joy "WHAT DID HE DO DADDY WHAT DID HE DO!"
Simon laughed at her eagerness
"Bugger got a tooth knocked out like you"
Sammy started laughing "uncle johnny's missing a tooth too?"
"Yeah, was fighting the bad guy and got his tooth knocked out by the butt of a rifle"
"Did the tooth fairy visit him?" She asked
"Yes she did brought him a bar of soap for being too smelly"
Sammy starting laughing in a fit of giggles "stinky johnny! stinky johnny!" she sang
Simon chuckled at her tune
If only he can press pause on times like these and relive them over and over he would.
#call of duty#call of duty mw2#soap mactavish#simon riley#cod#ghost#simon ghost riley#fanfic#dad!ghost#call of duty modern warfare#mw2#cod headcanons#cod mwii#cod mw2#call of dooty#kate laswell
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25 and 26 BELONG together 😣
omg stop you're sooooo right :(((( thank you cutie!
february prompts
25. rainy day
26. cabin
I have no choice but to go with nerdrry and camgirl!yn for this one !!!!
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"I'm so sorry, I really should've checked the weather."
Y/N makes a tsk-ing noise with her teeth and shakes her head for the thousandth time that afternoon. In typical Harry fashion, he wouldn't stop apologizing for something completely out of his control. He wanted this weekend to be special — it marked three months of him and Y/N officially dating, and while it may not seem like a significant anniversary to most, it meant everything to him. And he was determined to make sure she knew that.
So, he rented them a cabin a few hours out of the city. It was relatively remote, tucked between bouts of tall evergreen trees. The temperature was even starting to warm up a bit so tulip bulbs were beginning to spring from the moist, winter ground. Last night had been perfect — they arrived a few hours after Y/N finished her stream, a little before 10 pm. With Beatrice in tow (she behaved surprisingly well in her crate — Harry swears it's because she needed more feminine energy in her life), they lit a small bonfire, made s'mores, and snuggled and kissed until their lips were numb.
When it was finally too late to stay out much longer (which meant Harry was just a little bit scared of the dark), they stumbled inside, haphazard hands feeling every inch of the other's skin. They didn't even make it up to the bedroom, instead opting for the carpeted living room floor. Harry licked into Y/N until he was nearly wincing from how tightly she gripped at his hair, and then he fucked her into the rug until she got carpet burn on her bum.
(He applied a gentle coat of lotion to her skin before they fell asleep.)
What he hadn't anticipated after such a romantic evening, though, was the rain. He doesn't know how it didn't cross his mind, but their Saturday plans of hiking by the river and venturing into the small town nearby were completely ruined by angry, fluffy clouds. The 100% chance of rain on his weather app mocked him, making him feel terrible for messing up their chances of having a picture-perfect anniversary together.
"Stop apologizing, baby," Y/N murmurs. She stands behind him and wraps her arms up and around his chest, standing on her tippy-toes to press to a light kiss to his temple. "Any time spent with you is perfect. I'm so happy to be here."
"Yeah, but you took off from streaming all weekend—"
"It doesn't matter," she cuts him off and gently tugs at his hand to spin him around. He has a pout on his face and she smiles, flicking at his bottom lip. "I'm here. With you. And that's all I could ever ask for."
Harry's chest is filled with so much adoration that he has to kiss her hard on the mouth to stop the words I love you from coming out.
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How would each of the Riddlers ask for your hand in marriage, and what would the wedding be like? 💍💒
Marriage
Riddler Headcanons
ok so i don't think they would all be on board, but i think they could be persuaded, if not for nefarious or sneaky reasons u-u wanna make them all my malewives i swear, sister wives if you will 💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive things
dano
he has so many ideas for a proposal!!
he could have bombs go off around the city, spelling it out!
he could have some rats bring it to you in their little paws!
he could spell it out in the blood of the corrupt gotham elite!
all very romantic and creative gestures
and he'll live stream your wedding!
a quiet affair, just you, eddie and the judge he's holding hostage
a public marriage will really show everyone who said he was a loser
arkham
he is 100% only marrying you if the situation calls for it
and not romantically, more financially or for the sake of visitation
since only spouses are permitted private 'meetings'
don't assume that your conjugal visits will be hot and sweaty
you're there to conspire with him and plan his escape
also he will marry someone out of spite
but there won't be a proposal
more a sort of vague suggestion and then a certificate to sign
gotham
you really have to want to marry him
because only then will you be able to focus your energy
otherwise his little treasure hunt for the ring will bore you to death
but he's so excited because he loves riddles, and questions
and "will you marry me?" is the best question!
the wedding will be so sweet, so vintage, so fun
swing music for your first dance obviously
but there's always a chance oswald will gatecrash
btaa
it would take him a while to admit that you were too good to let go
luckily miss tuesday is on side to convince him to propose
with a spouse, that means less work for her to do
you can bet the proposal will be creative, artistic... criminal
a grand gesture, perhaps involving a helicopter
which you two can then make a grand escape in
officiant waiting on board as you make your getaway
you don't want to spend your honeymoon in the conjugal rooms
capullo
he would get married, sure
it would make him look better, like someone wanted him
not that people don't want him, but a binding contract
that might be necessary for someone like him
he's not having a wedding though
he'd like to be able to keep his options open
not make a public statement that he's off the market
OH COME ON HE'S KIDDING come back, please marry him
young justice
definitely going to need you to propose
there's absolutely no way he'd have the confidence to do it
why would someone like you ever say yes to someone like him?
but that's ok, because he's adorable
and you'd do anything to keep him forever
it'll be a small wedding, too many people makes him nervous
mabye you could elope!
that way he can get to the sweet kisses and hugs and other stuff sooner
telltale
marriage for him is more of a comfort arrangement
he needs someone to look after him in his old(er) age
but if you annoy him less than other people
he'd be keen to make sure you stick around as long as possible
the wedding would be a very traditional one
but he'll insist that you don't wear anything "virginal white"
that's a treat to himself, an inside joke
making sure everyone knows he's already had his way with you
twojar
he absolutely loves the idea of having a spouse
someone to come home to, to spoil, to take trips with
also, it would be good to have something to use when begging
"please, i have a wife, don't beat me batman"
just enough that he can distract him before smacking him
i think it's the shirtless thing
but he's definitely a beach wedding guy
white linen pants, matching shirt wide open, bare chested "i do's"
unburied
an excuse to be the centre of attention?
to get dressed up and look like a fancy little gentleman?
for people to bring him gifts and say nice things to him?
yeah, sign him up!
get ready for the most eddie-centric, expensive affair ever
he won't propose though, he's not the begging type
he's malewife material, a kept husband if you will
and he'll reject you if the ring isn't big enough too
#finnie writes#riddler x reader#riddler x you#riddler headcanon#ridler scenario#gotham riddler#arkham riddler#young justice riddler#dano riddler#zero year riddler#batman unburied riddler#bu riddler#telltale riddler#twojar riddler#riddler#the riddler#btaa riddler
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