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zeezelweazel · 3 months

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LOVED the last Leah smut it got me thinking would you be interested in writing something inspired by the new Dyson commercial that one scene where she's on her knees?

Leah Williamson| Sore Loser|

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I know it's been a while since that commercial but... we were all thinking it don't lie

TW: strap on use, praise kink, mommy kink, light bondage, degradation, taking pictures during sex,

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Your girlfriend is insanely competitive. Leah is always doing the most to win whenever there's any sort of competition. Especially when it comes to football. It doesn't matter if it's an important match or a friendly, Leah wants to win. But that's not how football works. Losing is a part of the game.

A part of the game Leah definitely doesn't know how to handle.

The skipper all but slapped your hand away when you went to her after the final whistle. You watched with a frown as she went straight for the tunnels, ignoring or snapping at anyone who tried to talk to her.

This is why the blonde is in this position right now. It's not a punishment, you know that's not what Leah needs, just a little something to help her forget about the match and arsenal's horrible performance.

"You look so pretty baby, taking my cock like a good slut."

Leah whines and tries to hide her face in her arms that are tied in front her. Your girlfriend always looked amazing from this view. Ass up, exposing her wet pussy for you to take, with her upper body pushed down on the bed. What makes it even better though is the gorgeous jersey she is currently wearing. It belongs to you with your number and your last name proudly printed on the back. You pull the fabric down a little bit, just to make sure that you can see your name clearly before you start slowly grinding your hips against Leah's.

You've teased the blonde quite a lot today and you're more than impressed with how well she's taken it. You've been completely still inside her for some time now, simply content on snapping pictures of her rather than actually fucking her. Leah is dripping, her juices smeared on her inner thighs and her muscles twitch pathetically at the slightest of movement.

You enjoy having her like this, when she's so desperate a single touch sends her into overdrive.

You rub the soft flesh of her ass appreciatively and hum in delight when Leah's breath hitches. The slow grind of your hips doesn't stop as you start to paw and squeeze at her ass and Leah whimpers and squirms. She mumbles something, her voice muffled by her hands. "I didn't hear you baby."

Leah throws a glance over her shoulder, her blue eyes full of desperate tears when they meet yours, and she whines needily.

"Please mommy, fuck me. I need you."

You grin menacingly when Leah finally begs like the sweet girl she is. You pull out all the way before slamming back in with a powerful thrust. Leah moans loudly and her head falls back down in between her tied hands. You go with slow but hard and deep thrusts making sure to hit all the spots that make her squeal and scream. You groan at the sight of the usually dominant captain on her knees for you moaning and whining like a whore and you pick up your phone once more this time angling the phone so you can capture her greedy cunt swallowing your strap. Leah clenches hard around the strap when she hears the clicking sound of your phone's camera and you smirk down at her.

"God you're such a pathetic slut for mommy." Leah doesn't answer but you don't expect her too, the blonde's brain so high on pleasure that the only thing she can do is moan and scream for you. After you put your phone down you rub over her clit with your free hand and thrashes against the soft sheets of the bed.

"Oh god! Please mommy I wanna come!"

You offer nothing but a chuckle at Leah's pleas as you continue to pound her into the mattress mercilessly. You feel Leah's clit throb against your fingers and you push her head against the sheets when the blonde starts begging again. Leah gets the message and shuts up, hoping that she can hold on long enough because the last thing she wants is to come without permission. You feel the other end of the strap pushing deep in you and you chase your own high, forgetting about Leah for a while.

You groan and grip Leah's hips tightly while your hips stutter and your pace turns fast and sloppy. "You're so fucking tight baby. I'm gonna to come. You want mommy to come inside your pretty cunt?"

"Yes, please!"

You moan quietly and topple over leah as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. Leah on the other hand couldn't fight back her tears. She was bitting her lip hard trying not to come, she oh so desperately wants to be a good girl for you. You take a while to gather yourself after you come. When you do you turn your head towards Leah, moving her hair away from her face and you coo when you notice the tear tracks on her cheeks. You press chaste kisses on her skin and rub her clit again. Leah moans and grinds her hips down on your hand. You pull back to focus on your thrusts not wanting to tease Leah any longer.

"Come for me pretty girl. I know you want to."

Leah comes with a scream after a few seconds but you don't stop your movements, helping Leah ride out her high. After a few minutes of pressing soft kisses all over Leah's face you pull out slowly.

You always feel bad whenever Leah looses a match. Mainly because of how sad she gets. But when you think about how she lets you ravish her after you secretly hope arsenal looses every game.

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khuzena · 24 days

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Your Guardian Angel

Sunday x g/n!reader

Summary: oh guardian angel, my sweet guardian angel. Save me, Save me. If you can't, what're you truly for? When your angel loves you, when he betrays destiny for you; only for his wings to be chipped at the expense of a helpless attempt.

Cw. Very angsty, falling in love (but it's forbidden), religious references (specifically Christian topics) AU where ppl can talk to their angels lol, mentions of self harm but no actual scene with it!!!, no bandaid can fix the emotional wound after reading this. SOME fluff, no comfort like usual. 🫨🫨🫨 YOU DIE!

A/n: I'm on fire (like literally. It's 36° here.)

Your knees burn as you stare up at the altar displayed in front you, you wonder if the aeons would be kind enough to finally send you your guardian angel.

“Please,” you begged, wishing any god to heed your call, “Just this once I'll ask.”

“Send me someone kind, someone to protect me.”

That day, fate was generous enough to grant you your angel.

A chill ran down your spine, rubbing your eyes for good measure to make sure you weren't dreaming.

“You called?”

You gulp nervously, the being's halo blinding you.

One, he reached his hand out to you, his smile all you needed to feel okay.

Your guardian angel accompanies you whenever you go out to buy groceries, when your fingers trace along the unhealthy snack bar, he's quick to tut and swat your hand away.

“That's unhealthy, dear.”

“But—”

“Just this once?”

He shook his head no, feeling distraught, you devised a plan to grab a pack of double chocolate cookies; much to his dismay.

Who did you think you were fooling?

“Dear, I said no.”

You sighed, “Just one?”

Out of all the humans on the list, why'd he pick you? But when you smile at him so brightly, out of every human he's ever guided, he's still unsure of his answer—

Your shoulders slump, “Pretty please?”

He exhales an exasperated sigh, letting you win over him just this once.

“Fine.”

— Maybe he is, Maybe he isn't.

There were times nightmares were unkind and brutal that you'd wake up in cold sweat. Your mind flashing you memories of the past you wished to lock away, you'd pray again.

“Dear, wake up,” that familiar soothing voice ringing in your ears.

Where? The shackles of that dream still bruise you harshly, yet your loving guardian angel is there to soothe your scars.

“It's okay.”

It's not okay, you know.

No words were exchanged when he took your hand in his, his honey eyes seeing through you, “Just breathe.”

Your tears found solace in his shoulder as he patted your back, letting you cry it all out, “It hurts, Sunday.”

“I know,” his gloved hand wiping your tears gently, “I know.”

Like a child, for many dreadful nightmares to come, you cry and cry for him to relieve you of this pain. You needn't to get on your knees and ask the aeons for comfort. All you need to do is shed a single tear and he'll kiss them away.

Two, your oh so sweet guardian angel, he drives them all away.

Years pass and you've grown used to your guardian angel, you'd find him taking the form of an owl.

Like one time, you were in class— culinary class to be specific. Who knows what aeon decided to ruin your day and made you trip on a puddle of leftover batter on the tiled floor.

“Eek—!”

You'd think you'd hit head first but something held you up, when you turned around, there was no one there.

The owl perched on the branch just outside the window, shook its head in dismay, once again, you don't die today.

He may save you from all catastrophes but he cannot save you from impending doom.

As an angel, by all means, he has every right to read your destiny; woven by lord Xipe, of course.

Eyes narrowing at the scroll, your life ends early when you get roped into an unforeseen accident at a public event.

“Sunday, dear. 5 days until your host departs,” his beloved lord's voice echoing the room as they loom over his shoulder to watch your end unfold.

“We should find you a new human.”

Sunday trembled at the sight, a memory he wishes to never replay again. You were in an event and some drunkard decides to shoot it all up, bullets ablaze as you get caught in the crossfire.

“I…”

I mustn't disobey lord Xipe.

“Yes, lord Xipe,” he gave a weak smile to his god, your death still replaying.

How could he be fine?

When you tell him of your dreams, how you'd leave this wretched city, leave penacony and write your own fate; when destiny had already set yours in stone.

“Do you think I'll become big in the industry?”

The sunset falls upon you too and he doesn't have it in him to tell you what's bound to happen to you, “Yes.”

“You sound hesitant.”

“I'm just thinking.”

It wasn't often you see Sunday like… this.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “It's nothing.”

You two have been together long enough that it only takes you a second to realise the shift in the atmosphere, “Whatever, I'm going to be successful and we'll travel.”

He wonders if you noticed the way his wings are stiffening at your words, he may be an angel, “Sure,” but he is a liar first.

He doesn't want to think about it, he doesn't want to remember.

Your curious eyes never leave him, he wishes it did. He wishes he never got too attached.

That disgustingly sweet smile of yours, you'll never know that it made home in his head.

“Here,” he wore the rosary in your hand, it felt comforting feeling his gloved hand against your skin, “What is this for?”

He still doesn't have the courage to look you in the eye knowing 3 days from now they'd be devoid of light, “For protection, to show devotion to our god.”

You let out a hum of approval, admiring the beads.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes”

“I'm glad.”

Fleeting moments like these don't last. But when he musters up the courage to look you in the eyes again; he wishes that Lord Xipe was loving enough that this moment would.

Destiny is a strange thing. It gives you time to dream but never enough time to do.

Just where the hell were you?

Sunday panics as he flies over the crowd, exactly a minute before your death.

Lord Xipe must be cruel, watching from the stars as he scurries in the mortal realm like a rat to save a mere mortal like you.

“Sunday?”

‘Bang.’

You hear gunshots piercing the skies and those beside you.

“What's happening—”

“Just shut up,” angels were not allowed to be this crude but for your sake, he covered your eyes as he led the two of you behind a pillar.

Your gut instinct tells you to run but you've grown to trust him enough with your life. How could you not when he gently wraps his arms around your trembling figure?

“S-sun… day…,” you cried, feeling something piercing your stomach.

But how? He… he saved you didn't he?

“Stay calm,” he scolds you as if he wasn't scrambling around his options on how to save you, “Please.”

He prays, “Lord Xipe, please.”

But songs stay unsung, prayers remain unheard.

He cries to the sky as crimson stains his gloves, his holy tears cannot patch your wounds. His prayers cannot fix you. If he had known, he would not have sung those odes to lord Xipe, if only he had known his god's mercy was nothing but just strings of fallacies.

“Lord Xipe!”

An agonising scream that transcends the barrier of heaven and earth, yet his beloved god turned their back on him.

Your eyes shut then he felt the hand that intertwined with him go limp, “Lord Xipe.”

In desperate sobs, “Please.”

No amount of begging would bring you back, just like his sister, Robin, you are dead, you are gone.

Not being able to save you— he's betrayed you.

He kissed your cheek before letting death take you.

My God, why have you forsaken me?

He has no time to mourn, “It burns,” under the scrutinising gaze of the divine, his wings turn charcoal black.

Lord Xipe is all forgiving yet they have abandoned him for something so little.

A god so forgiving, yet when Sunday looks down at his hands, only a shade of balsam and black stare back at him.

There is no redemption for his sin, there is no redemption for either of you.

You can no longer dream, he can no longer dream with you.

His halo crumbles into ash and an undeniably painful grief fills him, “Lord xipe.”

His radiant halo no more, only to be replaced by the glow of the sunset like a crown of thorns.

He cries again, his god is gone and you are too.

Note: forgive me if its kinda shit, i really can't think of an angst idea for sunday that isn't yandere since im not rlly big about yan tropes anddd not proofread. I hope y'all enjoyed it tho, i just needed to get this idea out of my brain. Sunday is vv manipulative but i js wanted to write a ver of him thats just gentle ISTFGGGGGG

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

#what have i done #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr fluff #hsr x reader #sunday x reader #sunday fluff #hsr sunday #hsr angst #hsr sunday x reader #honkai star rail sunday #honkai star rail sunday x reader

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beforeimdeceased · 7 months

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ELECTRIC LADY… 💋📺🚬

pairing: 70s!ellie x reader

synopsis: today is nothing like yesterday.

author’s note: whipped this up kinda quick while watching ash asylum.

part one. > part two. > part three.

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“and more on the shocking news we covered earlier tonight, the man found dead was 36 year old Benson Standold. not much on the fugitives that killed him, but a witness has disclosed that they saw two young women running away from the scene—“

the radio whirrs as ellie turns the channel.

“got on board a westbound 747…”

“dammit shit fuck!” you scream. she’d pulled the cigarette out of her own mouth and handed it to you, the unkept ashes falling onto the skin of your thigh. you wince, taking a drag. “what have we done?”

“listen, he was gonna hurt you. and you didn’t do anything, i was the one holding the knife.”

you shake your head, holding back a river of tears. “weren’t we just two kid in love yesterday?”

you’d both gone to get breakfast and were on your way back, when ellie noticed a car following in her rear view. she took a couple harsh lefts, sharp rights, and stopped over to the side when it was still there. she’d gotten out to confront him when he threw a string of slurs at her. hollering about his perverse thoughts. hollering about you.

he went to attack her and she fought back. ellie fought to win, nothing less. this was something he’d been forced to learn the hard way. now you were speeding off to god knows where with your things still at the hotel. a small sum of money, gum, and a pack of cigarettes on your person.

“that was yesterday, doll. if you ain’t noticed already, things have changed.”

you bite your lip. “what if we just tell the police what happened?” ellie chuckles. “we ran. and they wouldn’t believe me anyway. listen, we can play this like i kidnapped you or something? murderous frenzy? way outta my mind? that might work.”

you stare at her like she actually is way outta her mind. “goddamnit ellie! i’m not letting you go to fucking jail for me! now shut up and keep driving.”

⋆˚✿˖° 7 years prior

you were dazzling in the low light of the bar. the music seemed to flow through you, overtaking your body. your movements, effortless but enchanting. hauntingly beautiful. hypnotizing.

ellie had up and gone and come back about 20 times (if you were counting right) and you were sure you were the reason she kept returning. never a moment in her reappearance had she missed the chance to sit and talk with you. smiling at you with so much love in her eyes you thought it might change your mind about her. about not getting too attached to a balloon that was facing the wind.

you’re startled by another presence, and by the change in music you can tell it’s her. she never fails to come back with a present. pretty key chain dangling on her index finger while her thumb points to the booth. how could anyone say no to that smile?

“when do you leave again?” you ask, conflicted on how you should react to the answer. she was doing what she’s always wanted to, but not seeing her was killing you inside. you couldn’t get over all the love you had for her. she tosses a toothpick around her mouth, then smirks showing that damn dimple. “in a couple days. you free?”

it was never just sex, though the sex was incredible. she’d take you on sweet little dates. she’d show you things you that you wouldn’t even know to go looking for. she’d talk to you about how the city was her heart but you were the blood running through it. how much she…

“want you there with me, but i know that you love this little shithole town.”

you scowl at her. “don’t call it a shithole. i love this place.”

“i know.” she sighs. “that’s why i keep coming back.”

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babygirldior · 1 year

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disrespectful

achraf hakimi x reader

my husband im so proud of him

warnings: none

summary: you and hakimi are ready to head home after the match against spain

a/n: short and sweet i hope you like it!

you cup his face in your palms, running your thumb along his flushed cheeks.

"a panenka." you breathe, still in disbelief from the scene you just witnessed.

"you liked it, then?" he laughs, curling his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. he holds you against his chest, ducking his head to press a kiss to your lips.

"disrespectful." you murmur in between kisses. his skin his hot and slick with sweat but you can't bring yourself to care. you're too elated from the match, from hakimi's performance, and you can feel his smile against your lips. "unbelievably disrespectful."

"i didn't think it would work," he hums, resting his head on the crook of your shoulder. "i was so scared."

"i wasn't." you run your fingers along his skin, smiling when you feel goosebumps arise under your fingertips. and you're telling the truth. you weren't worried. your eyes had been on him when he stepped up to take it, the big screen showed his face, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the goal, and you knew he would make it.

and you were right, of course.

straight down the middle, hitting the net where the keeper was standing just moments prior. you were up on your feet and screaming, laughing, before anyone else.

he pulls back to look down at you with inky eyes, the corners of his lips turning up in a smile. he's looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

"i saw you," he admits, running the fabric of your his jersey through his fingers. "in the crowd, i saw you."

"did you see me screaming?"

achraf kisses you again, and you can feel his smile against your lips.

"i did."

"i'm so proud of you, my love."

he hums in return, walking you backwards towards the wall of the locker room to lean back, the back of his head hitting the wall with a soft thud. his grip on your waist is slipping, and you watch his eyes flutter open and shut as he tries to keep from falling asleep while standing with a soft smile on your face.

he's done enough for today, more than enough, and you can feel his muscles, taut under his skin. it's time for him to rest.

"let's go home, yeah?" he nods at your suggestion, dipping his head to press a kiss to your forehead. it's been a wonderful day. more than wonderful. more than he could ever ask for. but right now he's tired and he wants nothing more than to stand in the shower and let the hot water run over his skin. so he lets you tug him out of the locker room and to the car. he slips into the passenger seat next to you and falls asleep on the drive back to the hotel.

there's a bruise blossoming on the side of his ribs, deep purple and yellow. he helps you hook your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him to look at him and the bruise.

(mostly him though)

he lifts his arms to check himself over and you pretend not to watch the way his muscles flex under his skin, and pretend like seeing the way his shorts are hung so low on his hips you can see the lines on his pelvis doesn't make you want to do things you would never say out loud. you lean forward and he curls his strong arms around you, pulling you close to him. his fingers brush over your skin and tangle into your hair, and his body is hot under your touch, and you find that champagne tastes the sweetest on winning tongues.

a/n sorry for the weird cut off ending i really just cant think of anything else to add lol!

#achraf hakimi #hakimi #hakimi imagine #hakimi x reader #i adore him

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tackytigerfic · 9 months

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Weekly WIP Snip

Hello tumblr friends, i am sort of taking a break so i have missed loads of nice things but i did get to queue up some amazing wip snips today so feeling v inspired by all the brilliant stuff people have going on atm. If anyone feels like sharing a snip please consider yourself tagged and please tag me, it's such a pleasure to get to catch up on things when i do get on here, and i miss so much! I am sharing a snip from my eternally ongoing long Voldemort-wins AU. This one is taken from... a Wolfstar smut scene? Who even am I? Fair warning i have never really read or written this ship before. Also v rough and unedited. Figuring it out as i go tbh. Sirius and Remus are still alive and are father figures to Harry. In this scene, Remus is taking a break 😏 from research and training (they're all trying to help Harry get ready to fight Voldemort).

“It’s too hot for clothes,” Sirius said. He kissed Remus one more time, lips brushing through the thick hair below Remus's navel, and knelt up in the bed so he could get his arms around Remus’s neck. Then they were kissing, Sirius’s mouth still tasting faintly of toothpaste. He was greedy already, chasing for more when Remus tried to move them both further up the bed, his mouth opening hot, breath coming fast.

“If it’s too hot for clothes,” Remus said into Sirius’s neck, “it’s too hot for this.”

“Shut up,” Sirius said, smiling, and stroked Remus’s cheek. “We can take a cold bath after.”

He used the short “ah” sound when he said the word bath, a far cry from the days when Remus used to tease him about his posh accent, the long vowels so different from Remus’s own. Remus didn’t think he’d even noticed that he did it, this tiny dialectal quirk plucked out of Remus’s own mouth and used so naturally, as though Sirius had never been brought up in a grand London townhouse by a woman who overpronounced her Hs.

“Can we, indeed?” Remus answered, nosing along Sirius’s palm, following it with a gentle bite to Sirius’s wrist. “Anyway, I thought you were tired. You were asleep.”

“You are driving me mad,” Sirius told him quietly, and quick as a flash he wriggled out of Remus’s grasp and pushed him backwards, looking down at him in satisfaction for one moment where he lay sprawled back against the pillows, then straddled him, pinning him down into the tangled sheet that was still warm from Sirius’s body.

“Alright,” Remus said, feeling his breath coming quicker at the weight of Sirius above him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Here,” Sirius said, and plucked at Remus's lower lip, sliding two fingers into his mouth, letting them rest on his tongue. “Suck.”

I'm tagging the people whose snips i was reading and some others who i know are writing, just in case you fancy sharing more! i live in hope! (no pressure though 😅) @citrusses @epitomereally @fluxweeed @lastontheboat @maesterchill @moonflower-rose @skeptiquewrites @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @thehoneybeet @wolfpants @writcraft

#wolfstar #i feel like i should have a question mark after that #IS THIS WOLFSTAR #do i know what i'm doing #no i do not #it's still a drarry fic lmao #mild smut?#is it even?#the prelude to smut?

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 5 months

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I watched TBOSAS today (Sunday) and I’m sadly not very well (bad cold or flu), but I wanted to try and make a little post to appreciate the film/give my thoughts.

I saw the first three Hunger Games movies on opening weekend during my teens - the only one I didn’t watch at the cinema was Mockingjay Part 2, because it coincided with my GCSE mocks and some other stuff I had going on. I saw the first one twice at the cinema, once on opening weekend with one friend and then a second time with my then-best friend a few weeks later; I saw CF and MJP1 with my younger sister on opening weekend because it’s one of the few series we both love and so it’s one of the few things we can both enjoy together. My point is that I’m a huge THG fan, have been since I read the first book in late 2011 when I was 13 - I even still have my Mockingjay pin that I bought in March 2012 from Waterstones that I still wear!

Anyway, I read TBOSAS during lockdown, my sister bought the book and let me read it after she did, so this has been one of my most anticipated movies of the year!

!Spoilers below!

I was ill when I watched it and I’m even iller now but I’ll try to remember as much as I can

I LOVED IT

I’m glad they made Coriolanus Snow hot because I felt so conflicted watching him and that’s EXACTLY what was needed for the character, he’s got this beautiful exterior but he is POISON inside

Rachel Zegler was AMAZING by the way, I’m not her biggest fan by any means but I say fuck the haters

Hunter Schafer as Tigris was AMAZING casting, she really needs to shine away from Euphoria because damn she was so good in this film

Just in general casting ATE in this movie; Viola Davis, Peter Dinklage, Jason Schwartzman etc

Tigris was spot on: “I wouldn’t sing a note for you” and pointing out that Coryo needed to get Lucy Gray’s trust in order to help her win

Arachne Crane deserved death, idc 🤷‍♀️

NO ARACHNE FUNERAL LIKE THE BOOK?!?

The fact that the tributes were just dumped in a zoo and put on display like animals?!? Compared to six and a half decades later where the tributes are glammed up and treated like royalty, even allowed to train before entering the arena??? I love how starkly different it is

I won’t lie, Lucky Flickerman stole the film whenever he was in the scene 😭😅 absolute scene stealer?!?

Lucky trying to cancel his dinner reservations on night 1 of the games because “this is taking longer than I expected” 💀

Also telling one of the mentors not to puke on the floor after their tribute was killed?!?! Iconic really

“Those drones really are not very good” - PLEASE 😭

You can definitely tell Lucky is an ancestor of Caesar lol

The bow and arrow when Coryo enters the arena?!?! 👀🏹

Coryo killing Bobbin was BRUTAL. He could have stopped after the first hit, that was self defence - but he carried on and kept hitting him. It was definitely a huge moment

I obviously knew Wovey wasn’t going to survive, but god DAMN it 😭 DID THEY HAVE TO MAKE HER SO SWEET AND LIKEABLE?!? She just wanted to go home, and those were her last words before she was killed by the snakes 😭

Coryo really cheated just so Lucy Gray could survive, and it still has me questioning whether he cares for her or if it is just to do with the Plinth prize? 🤔

“What are the Hunger Games for, Mister Snow?” And all I can think about was him explaining in the original HG movie why there’s a Victor, why they don’t just kill 24 kids at random:

THE SNAKE SCENE IN THE ARENA WHERE LUCY GRAY SINGS?!? ASDFGHJKL THIS IS CINEMA

The Games felt so much more primal and sad, like you could tell all of them were just trying to survive, even Coral who seemed to target Lucy Gray ruthlessly but then before her death made the comment that it can’t have all been for nothing…

The fact that Gaul didn’t want to call an end to the games even though Lucy Gray was the final survivor, and it was only when the other mentors were chanting to let her out, to call it, that she finally did it…

I nearly lost my shit during the first hanging scene because I suddenly remembered that THIS was what the Hanging Tree song was based on; “they strung up a man they say who murdered three” “dead man called out for his love to flee” etc. And that is EXACTLY what happened, right to a tee: the man protesting his innocence, calling for his love to go…

Listen I may be REALLY off, but the meadow where Coryo and Lucy Gray met up again… is it the same meadow from the final scene in Mockingjay P2 with Everlark and their kids?!?

It probably isn’t but it reminded me of it idk

THE KATNISS PLANT - FORESHADOWING 😭 “it’s not ready yet” “things change fast” ASDFGHJKL

SEJANUS PLINTH YOU HAVE ALWAYS DESERVED BETTER 😭 knew it was coming but I was so sad

The scene where they hang Sejanus was so chilling, because the birds (i think they were Jabberjays and not Mockingjays but I could be wrong?) repeated his blood curdling calls for help as he was hung, like I was so haunted by it afterwards

No wonder Coriolanus Snow hates the fucking birds, Jesus Christ

THE CABIN AND WOODS SCENES?!?

The absolute tonal shift when he finds the guns, when Lucy Gray remarks that she’s the only loose end as if it’s a taunt, a challenge etc.

Coriolanus running through the woods, screaming “AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE FOR YOU?!?” - it just SCREAMS toxic relationship quite frankly, like whether you believe there was any genuine love at all or not, it just screams how toxic the relationship was between them. It was doomed from the start frankly

I was so concerned that the film would make it clear whether or not he killed Lucy Gray, but thankfully they left it ambiguous just like the book. Did one of his bullets hit her? Did she fly free?

It’s so interesting that Lucy Gray and her games were completely and utterly wiped, there was no trace of them - but her songs, her art, survived even after she disappeared. Songs like the Meadow song and the Hanging Tree survived and were passed on through District 12, becoming part of their culture - Snow couldn’t destroy that, no matter how hard he might have tried

Someone on Twitter made this comment and I agree:

Also YES, I noticed that Tigris called him “Coryo” until their last scene together, and then it was “Coriolanus” 😭 and also the fact that she warned him not to turn into his father, his father had hate in his eyes… and then at the end, she sadly tells him “you look like your father, Coriolanus” 😭

The small little hints of the man Coriolanus Snow is in the original series though??? The roses, the Katniss plant Easter egg, etc. And then there’s the fact we see glimpses of what later became his preferred method of killing his enemies - poison. He put poison in the compact and gave it to Lucy Gray, and then he poisoned Casca Highbottom… it’s just so fascinating to think of who this young 18 year old becomes later on, the way he changed over the course of the next 64 years and how those changes came directly from what happened in this story.

Ending the film with Donald Sutherland’s delivery of “It’s the things we love the most that destroy us” from the original movies?!?! FUCK YEAH I WAS THIS CLOSE TO SCREAMING

Honestly it’s got to be VERY hard to play a younger version of a Donald Sutherland character, but especially this one because that man KILLED the part in the films, but I think Tom Blyth did a really good job and I could definitely see hints of the older Snow being included in his performance, like I could genuinely believe it was the same character?

The fact that 64 years later a dark haired girl from District 12 wearing a mockingjay pin and singing songs once sung by a girl he thought dead absolutely fucked his life up?!? We love to see it. It’s like Lucy Gray gave him a middle finger lol

I’ll be honest, as soon as we left the cinema I said to my sister “the only thing is now I want to watch the original four Hunger Games movies” 😭

That’s all I can think of right now because I’m very feverish, I’ve got work in the morning and it was also a long film so there was a LOT going on, but I absolutely LOVED IT. The Hunger Games has truly been the only franchise that has a prequel that has been nearly universally loved and accepted by the fans, Suzanne Collins is truly amazing.

#the hunger games #thg #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #tom blyth #rachel zegler #hunter schafer

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imminent-danger-came · 10 months

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i loved ur lmk fandomification rant, now i'm curious- who's your favorite (non-monkey!) lmk character (and any insights you want to share with the class? :eyes:)

Mei, Lady Bone Demon, and probably Azure!

But I could go on a long rant about any character in the show tbh, they're all my favorite character with the 3 I listed and MK being my "favorite favorites" (except maybe Jin and Yin, sorry guys. I do like their place as a sense of normalcy for MK, acting as the "monster of the week" antagonists in 4x01).

Little miss "I would watch my sword break 1000 times so long as I used it to protect the ones I care about" is my girly. Watched her best friend die in the A Hero is Born (AHIB) special and held onto that as a grudge all the way until 3x10. She just wants to see everyone make it out alive, but I doubt she's ready to pay the price required for that. No one in this show is. Mei watched Peng run away in 4x14 and wanted to kill that bird with her bear hands. She took everything Subodhi said to her in 4x09 so personally, like Subodhi probably knew she would, which allowed her to build off of MK's plan so they had a chance at succeeding. She's at her god damn limit. Her episodes (1x03, 3x02, & 4x05) are some of my favorites. She drives a motor cycle, she wears lipstick, she's a gamer, she wields a kick-ass sword, she's a dragon. In 3x12 she's willing to sacrifice Wukong for the sake of the world and more specifically MK. "Don't you realize you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" She's "fakin' it until she's makin' it". Literally what more could you ask for in a character.

Then you have LBD, who fights for a perfect world supposedly for mortal souls yet discards people the moment they no longer have a use to her. Ultimately I think she uses destiny as a crutch, as her way to cope with all of the suffering in the world. "I won't let you take my Destiny from me". You wonder how much it was about perfection and how much it was about her ability to change anything in the world she watched play the same tragedy over and over again. For the first 3 seasons she seems to be acting on destiny itself, she's the narrative our protagonists are running from. Then Embrace Your Destiny comes around, and you realize she was just as doomed by the narrative as anyone else. Doomed to a world of pain, unable to fix anything. The "to pain" scene is one of my favorite scenes, just in general. "Do you really still think the universe wants anything, from any of us?" "Don't you?" LBD and MK's foil is so fucking good. A delightful antagonist who they justify but don't victimize. Killed Spider Queen on screen. What more can I say.

Now Azure. Sweet Sweet Azure. The tragedy of Unckie Lion. Sincerely wanted to make the world a better place and was willing to sacrifice anything for it, just like LBD. I think about his scene with the Jade Emperor at least once a week. "How is it you come to stand before me today Azure, was there a point where you questioned it, or where you too oblivious in your own delusion to realize you were a mere piece in somebody else's game." Fucking insane. His abandonment issues are off the charts. He was gay for Wukong. He thought he could fix the world, and instead barely left it unbroken. He died with the power he couldn't use to change anything. He let himself become a pawn (continuing LMK's habit of manipulating royalty) thinking he could somehow avoid his fate. But the only way to win was to stop playing, and at every opportunity he had to stop he kept pushing. Moving forward. Just like LBD he was coping with the suffering of the world in his own way. It didn't work. Does it ever? Maybe MK will figure it out, maybe he'll leave the world better than he found it, but it's looking bleak. The 3 way foil between LBD, MK, and Azure haunts me.

And then maybe you realize every character in this show is just trying to cope with the world in their own way, and you stare at a wall for 3 hours about it.

Overall I think this image encapsulates it best:

#I am very much a tragedy enjoyer #I miss Azure SO MUCH and yet his arc was so good. There wasn't any other way it could end.#Me looking at LBD and Azure and MK parallels knowing MK is in some deep shit: *break dances*#And then Mei has had some negative character progression of her own over there #Do we think she's okay I'm half expecting a Mei breakdown next season. To pair nicely with MK's #Sandy has death vibes too ''you're too nice for your own good'' like there is not a single character I'm not worried about.#Everyone puts themselves on the line for each other but how many times can you do that without dying. You feel me.#Yes maybe I *am* expecting lmk s5 to be a tragedy! What of it!#My monkey lego tragedy fate vs freewill show #It's for me #Look I've loved tdp since I was like 15. Harrow is one of my favorite characters. There was no other way this was gonna go #I like themes and I like motifs and I like parallels and I like throwing all of those at my beloved characters #I can not help it it's the pattern recognition #Thinking about it 5 layers too deep #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk Mei #lmk LBD #lmk Lady Bone Demon #lmk Azure Lion #lmk analysis

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Along the path - Frozen Grapes

Male Commander/Daeran, alcohol, intoxication AO3 ~~~ Drezen, Arodus 30, 4716 “Shouldn’t it be a given that the people of this gorgi … gorious … glorious nation are also able to exercise a minimum of control when the head of the executive is chosen? We need far-reaching instruments to monitor or even impeach those who rule with false beliefs of falsehood and …” “Like the inquisition?” “No! The contrary of that! An anti-intiqui … Antiquisition!” His husband snorted. Had he said something funny? He of all people should be able to see the appeal of those ideas! Instead, he was smirking like some kind of amused and very self-satisfied cat. Well, if cats were actually smirking, of course, they weren’t, and instead … “Where d’ya think you’re going?” Daeran had left the couch. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your fierce speech, my love, I’m only getting us more wine.” “More of that sweet atrocity? Something is wrong with this wine, aside from the fact that it’s distasting … disgusting.” He had only accepted it because Daeran had insisted – once more – that today was the day that for the first time, he’d win a drinking contest against him. But the only thing still left in the house was this damn ice wine. “I don’t … I don’t think I feel so good.” “The wine is perfectly alright and of the highest quality. You’re only drunk, my heart.” Now it was for him to snort. “So much time and you still didn’t learn that I don’t … don’t do that.” “Do what?” “Getting drunk!” Daeran cheerfully came back with two more glasses and handed him one. “Then you can drink this without worries.” He did, emptying the glass like medicine and grimacing. “Right. Where was I?” “Abolishing the monarchy.” “What?” He felt dizzy and slightly nauseous. “I think I need … air.” “Wait, let me …” The moment he stood up the room seemed to dance around him. For a moment he thought he’d vomit right here onto the carpet. He collect all his willpower to fight the urge down. Daeran had jumped to his feet to support him and Salvadore held onto him, needing a moment to remember what he had wanted to do. With a miserable groan, he turned towards him. “What did you put into that wine of yours?” His words tumbled from his mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables. “Such rude insinuations! It’s wine, nothing more!” Something smug appeared on his face. “Icewine from Alkenstar, made from grapes that are flash-frozen in a magic blizzard. The refreshing effulgence comes from trace amounts of positive energy. It’s fascinating, this wild magic. The grapes absorb it and it stays in the wine.” “You let me drink this? Positive energy?” His eyes widened and from one moment to the next his head felt the slightest bit clearer again. Daeran pulled him into a little kiss. “It doesn’t even harm truly undead creatures, there is not the slightest danger involved for a dhampir like you,” he assured, then grinned: “Although it comes with the highly entertaining effect to strongly lower your natural immunity, or almost-immunity, to alcoholic effects. It’s the first time you are drunk, isn’t it?” “I’ll kill you. Slowly.” “As endearing as it might turn out to watch you try in this state, I advise you take your vengeance tomorrow instead. Besides …” He still was smirking. “You would die yourself from missing me. Now let us get you into bed. Unless you want to hold another speech and tell me more about the benefits of the Antiquisition?” ~~~ For @turbulentpumpkin43 who wanted to see drunk Sal after I had found out that Alkenstar Ice Wine is the way to get there. 😁 In all the ten years I write him now, I never included a scene with him being drunk to this extent. Premiere!

#pathfinder wotr #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #daeran #daeran arendae #commander x daeran #knight and dae #daeran x commander #wrath of the righteous #dmagedtexts #my writing #knight commander salvadore #oc: salvadore #my ocs #along the path

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grt3D episode 6: little icarus

it was getting late. heptagon was sitting on his bed with the lights off, rocking back and forth.

suddenly, they flicked on. parallelogram burst into the cabin and made brief eye contact with heptagon, who had frozen still.

“don’t look at me like that,” parallelogram said, as heptagon stared at him. “just go to sleep already.”

“i–”

“you what? are you going to finally apologize for leaving us out to dry? or are you just going to find an excuse for it?”

heptagon shut his mouth again.

“just as i thought.” parallelogram rolled his eyes, then got into bed and attempted to sleep; he found that too difficult, however.

he sat up. “i used to feel kinda bad for you, y’know,” he started. “just like you, i was taken from my life to compete in this silly thing. and at first i was super pissed about it.”

heptagon looked at him.

“but, y’know, kite was right. she often is. there was nothing i could do to get out of here, so i made the best of it. and look where i am now! now i actually want to win!”

heptagon looked away again. “so?” his response was near-inaudible.

“i quit moping around. you didn’t. and that’s screwing us over. even if i didn’t care about the third dimension at first, i had the heart to care about those who did. and now i care as well.”

nothing. heptagon’s response was complete silence again.

“listen. i don’t care if you want to win or lose or whatever. but stop treating us like we don’t exist. because we do. we do want to win. and you’re ruining it for us.”

still nothing.

“geez, it’s like talking to a wall…” parallelogram muttered, shaking his head. he closed his eyes again and went to sleep.

heptagon stared at the door. kite never came.

…

that morning, origin actually stuck around in geometropolis instead of just spending time with the eliminated contestants in the paradox. this was for the best, as kite was looking for him.

“hey, kite!” he greeted.

“hey.”

“sorry about–”

“you don’t have to apologize for heptagon…” kite smiled and sat down next to him. “hopefully, soon, he’ll apologize himself.”

“d’you think he will?”

“sure. i wish i hadn’t snapped the way i did…”

“even if he kinda deserved it…”

kite chuckled sheepishly. “even if he kinda deserved it. hey… no matter what happened, there’s a chance i’ll be eliminated today… like, seriously, why was oval eliminated? is there, like, a viewer vote or something? because he certainly didn’t deserve it.”

“nope, no viewer vote. but i’d… i’d be sad if you were eliminated.” origin spoke in a stilted manner, his voice grave. “don’t tell anyone, but you’re one of my favorite contestants.”

“aw, that’s sweet of you!”

“but yeah, möbius just tells me who’s gonna be eliminated. don’t know how he decides, though. hey, speaking of the devil…!”

“DID SOMEBODY SAY MY NAME?” the proverbial devil in question asked, arriving on the scene. “MY EARS ARE BURNING~!”

“good morning, sir!”

“GOOD MORNING TWINNY!!! it’s been a while since i’ve seen you this early…”

“the eliminated contestants are doing fine without me, i think.”

“DOING PROOFS, I HOPE?”

“they’re… doing the best they can!” origin leaned in to kite. “not!” he whispered, certainly putting the ‘wink’ in ‘twinkle’.

“hey,” kite piped up. “am i eliminated?”

möbius edged back. “yes... how did you know?”

kite took a moment to process the information; she breathed in, and breathed out. “...just a guess.”

“darn,” origin said, unsurprised. he now directed his voice at möbius strip. “should we gather everyone, or should i just take her now?”

“i should say goodbye to people, right?” kite asked.

möbius yawned. “i don’t want to gather everyone yet. i’m letting them sleep in. you can go and say goodbye to whoever… BUT BE QUICK!”

kite smiled at him. “thanks!” she then went off.

“huh,” möbius said. “weird.”

kite first went to the cool kids’ cabin to say bye to her cousin. she knocked lightly on the door. “rhombus!” she whispered loudly.

“what is it?” rhombus replied from the other side of the door in their usual monotone voice; they didn’t sound bleary at all, as if they hadn’t been asleep.

“i’m… i’m eliminated. möbius just told me.”

“oh… oh kite,” rhombus’s tone softened. “i’m so sorry. you’ve been doing so great.”

“thanks.”

“see you at home?”

“yeah. see you at home.”

rhombus opened the door and hugged her.

kite then went to her own cabin, knocked on the door, and waited.

heptagon opened it.

“is… is parallelogram awake?”

heptagon frowned and nodded. “yes.”

parallelogram stepped out from behind him.

“kite! where were you last night?” he asked, concern lingering in his voice. “wh–”

“parry, listen. möbius told me i’m eliminated.”

“WHAT?” he cried in shock and dismay. “why would they vote for YOU?”

this confused kite, but she continued. “parry… you gotta keep going strong, okay? for me.”

“kite…” parallelogram grabbed her hand. “i’ll do my best. hopefully… others will too.” the two looked at heptagon.

“i have to go now,” kite finally said. “i’ll be rooting for you, pal!”

soon enough, kite indeed went. origin buzzed and took her away.

hours passed before he returned; but as möbius wasn’t going to start for a while anyway, he was willing to wait.

“GOOD NOON EVERYONE,” möbius yelled at 12 on the dot. “TIME FOR TODAY’S CHALLENGE! oh, and kite’s eliminated, by the way.”

the contestants gathered in their usual spot; among them was square, groggy and very annoyed. “is there no other way for you to wake us up?” he complained. “geez louise.”

“I WON’T TOLERATE SUCH INSOLENCE… SHUT UP.”

square rolled his eyes. then he had an epiphany.

if i annoy the heck out of möbius strip… will he eliminate me?

“yeah,” triangle called out to him. “shut up, square.”

“...TODAY’S CHALLENGE IS A RACE. ONE MEMBER PER TEAM WILL RUN FROM HERE TO THE EDGE OF THE FOREST AND BACK. LAST ONE BACK LOSES. YOU HAVE, UM… 20 MINUTES TO PREPARE. SURE.”

“okay!” droplet addressed her teammates. “i have a great idea–”

“no you don’t,” rhombus said. “okay, you two are terrible at running, so i’m gonna do the race.”

“i–”

“i’m not that bad at running!” star protested.

“yes you are. okay, you two just stay here and–”

“can you please listen to me?” droplet cried. “you two never listen! you never take anything i say seriously!!”

star froze in place. this was just like heart…

“i keep suggesting ideas for challenges but neither of you even try them!” droplet continued, tears forming in her eyes. “and neither of you tell me anything!! it isn’t fair!!!”

rhombus was about to speak when star cut in. “hey… what is your idea, droplet?”

“well i… i wanted to use tree branches to make wings!” she wiped her eyes, and they shone. “if i ran while wearing them, i’d catch the breeze and speed ahead!”

“that is an absolutely ridiculous–” rhombus started.

“–ridiculously cool idea!!!” star blurted. rhombus glowered at him. “why don’t we try it?” he continued.

droplet beamed at him.

meanwhile, helvetica had a plan of their own.

“okay, pentagon, we all know you’re the fastest shape here,” trapezoid said.

“yup!”

“but we want to make sure you can keep up that speed for the whole race – so we have a way to get you water throughout, so you don’t get thirsty!”

“all we need is a bunch of cups, really, courtesy of origin,” hexagon explained. “before the race we’ll fill them all up with water, and then we’ll set them out along the course – that way you can just drink from a cup whenever you get to it.”

“...wait, but what if she trips on one of the cups?” octagon asked. “or what if somebody else does?”

“oh, i hadn’t thought of that…” trapezoid bit his lip.

“i know!” hexagon perked up. “i’ll just carry them all and go along with pentagon during the race.”

“you sure you can do it?” octagon was skeptical. “the cups would all spill…”

“well, she plays the ukulele,” trapezoid pointed out. “i’d say her hands are pretty darn steady.”

“yes indeed!” hexagon smiled. “if i can carry a tune i can surely carry a few cups, can’t i?”

“...okay. i’m running,” parallelogram stated.

“...do you need any help with anything?” heptagon asked hesitantly.

parallelogram looked dubious. “no??”

“but i–”

“look. it’s fine. i’m running.”

heptagon frowned as parallelogram left without another word.

möbius strip was minding his own business when he suddenly heard his name being called.

“hey möbius,” square yelled. “where are you from?”

“HUH?”

“where are you from? what’s your favorite color? how old are you?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE…”

“what time did you go to sleep last night? what did you have for breakfast this morning? what’s your credit card number?”

“i swear to the PRIMES ABOVE!” rectangle moaned. “what has gotten into you, square?”

“i could ask you the same thing…”

“don’t worry about him, tango,” triangle said, guiding him away from his brother. “anyway, so i’m gonna run the race – can you wait at the finish line with, i dunno, a mathematicookie or something? i’m gonna be pretty hungry.”

“what?” rectangle exclaimed. “i’m not just gonna be your servant! you didn’t even ask me if i was on board with this idea.”

“well, i’m clearly the better runner.”

rectangle scoffed. “no you’re not.”

“uh, yes, i am.”

“did you not see me yesterday? i’m not the wimpy rectangle you knew in grade school anymore.”

triangle shrugged. “true. but i’m still faster and stronger. for a challenge entirely dependent on one team member, i think it should be me.”

“what, and just let you step all over me again? you know, square wasn’t wrong about everything – you barely let me participate in challenges!”

“maybe that’s for the best!”

“...tell that to circle.”

triangle went silent.

“fine,” she said at length. “you can run. i don’t care.”

“thanks, origin,” octagon said, receiving a manifested thumbs-up in response. “okay, let’s get these cups filled up.”

helvetica translated over to their cabin with verve, hexagon practicing her cup-carrying abilities on the way.

pentagon opened the door and turned on the sink. “cup!” she requested. hexagon passed her one. after a few moments, she asked the same again, switching out the full cup for an empty one.

trapezoid spent a few moments chatting with them, before going to wait outside with octagon; there wasn’t much either of them could do to help, after all.

“hey, trapezoid…” octagon said at length, chewing her pacifier tensely, “how are you so close to those two?”

trapezoid blinked. “what do you mean?”

“i mean, well…” she paused. “ugh, how do i say this? …how do you be a good friend?”

octagon received a warm smile in response. “well, what do you think?” trapezoid asked.

octagon groaned. “hrrgh, i dunno.”

“well… i think a big part of being a good friend is helping them whenever you can… being able to have fun with them, tell jokes… and y’know, you have to enjoy each other’s company, right?”

“yeah, i guess that sounds right.”

“why do you ask?”

“i just–”

“we’re done!” pentagon exclaimed, as hexagon came out with a huge stack of full cups. “you were right, hexagon really can carry!”

“that should be enough branches!” droplet proclaimed, as star dropped them off near her feet; they were specifically branches with plenty of leaves, taken from trees in the forest. she turned to rhombus. “how’s the blueprint going?”

rhombus held up a drawing of wooden wings. “it’s certainly going,” they said half-heartedly.

“perfect! now let’s get to work…!”

droplet and star began crafting the wings: rhombus’s blueprint outlined a system that involved cutting little notches out of branches and inserting little wooden pegs to connect them together, making joints that were just flexible enough. they also bent a twig on each wing into a handle for droplet to hold. even though rhombus wasn’t really on board with the idea, they certainly put effort into designing the wings the best they could.

after a few minutes, the wings were done! droplet grabbed the handles and flapped the wings – and they were sent northward! “wow!” she exclaimed. “they work!”

“thank the primes,” rhombus muttered.

“OKAY EVERYONE, COME TO ME,” möbius called.

the racing contestants gathered just south of him, pentagon accompanied by the water-bearing hexagon; the other contestants waited a bit to the west.

“oh möbius~!” square sang.

“TWINKLE, GET THAT PEST AWAY FROM ME! IF HE DOESN’T SHUT UP I’LL MAKE HIS TEAM LOSE RIGHT NOW.”

origin started towards square, who promptly ran away. the two circled around the others several times before rectangle grabbed his arm.

“for the love of geometry, square, you need to stop,” he pleaded. “for me, if not for anyone else.”

square sighed. “fine.”

origin flashed away, and came back a moment later with his camera lens.

“OKAY. OH MY GOODNESS. OKAY. RACERS: ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET… GO!!!!!!!”

rectangle, pentagon, parallelogram, and droplet burst forth, with pentagon taking the easy lead – just behind her was rectangle, and then parallelogram and droplet.

“just tell me when you’re thirsty!” hexagon puffed as she ran alongside pentagon. “i’ll give you a cup!”

“can i have one now?”

hexagon passed her a cup, which pentagon emptied in a second and dropped.

“no littering!” trapezoid chided from the sidelines.

“sorry!!”

droplet was falling behind, much to her dismay.

“c’mon, droplet!” a voice called out. “you can do it! use those wings!!!”

she briefly looked back to see star cheering for her.

newly determined, droplet started running faster. and she jumped.

then the breeze started pushing her forward! the other racers watched in awe as droplet passed them.

“it isn’t gonna last,” rhombus muttered.

“why not?” star replied. “it’s your design.”

“well yeah, but a good design can’t make a stupid idea work. this is gonna crash and burn.”

“really???” star gasped.

“i was being figurative.”

“oh… well… i believe in her, anyway.”

trapezoid was loudly cheering on pentagon. “PENTA-GO FOR THE GOLD!!!!”

octagon smiled and laughed. “heh… oh yeah, about what i was saying earlier…”

trapezoid looked to her. “oh yeah? about being friends? what was that about?”

“yeah, um…” octagon turned away. “...i like you guys.”

trapezoid blinked. “oh?”

“b-but i’m not good at it!”

“...not good at liking us?”

“i mean, ugh,” octagon shook her head. “like, you guys do all the things you mentioned before, all the time: you help each other, you have fun, you make each other happy, whatever… i don’t.”

“i mean, you might be a little detached, but we love having you on the team, octagon,” trapezoid smiled.

“oh?” octagon made an awkward expression. “well… um… if i am ‘a little detached’... how do i… be a little more… attached…?”

“you gotta put yourself out there, that’s what! jump into things!”

octagon scoffed. “tcch, i’m not doing that.”

trapezoid rolled his eyes affectionately. “if you say so…”

“primes, i gotta catch up!” rectangle gritted his teeth. “i have to prove triangle wrong!” he pushed his legs harder, speeding far past parallelogram.

“darn!” parallelogram bit his lip.

heptagon watched from the side, unsure what to do. he wanted to help, but…

droplet continued to soar past the other racers, speeding towards the tree. as she approached, she flapped her makeshift wings to get herself to slow down, but she was already moving too fast – and she crashed.

“ow…” she murmured. by the time she picked herself up and dusted herself off, pentagon had already reached the tree and moved on.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed, and received one.

droplet grabbed the wing handles again and started flapping – but she was barely getting anywhere. the wings had broken…

square, meanwhile, was busy sneaking away from the rest of the waiting contestants to bother möbius strip – but triangle intercepted him.

“oh my primes, square!” triangle snapped. “didn’t you hear what möbius strip said? if you bug him again we automatically lose, you idiot!”

“i know! and when that happens, he’s gonna eliminate me! we’d both be happy about that!”

“you don’t know it’d be you! what about rectangle?”

“don’t be ridiculous, there’s no reason why möbius would eliminate him.”

“has he had a reason to eliminate oval? or kite?”

“or circle?”

“shut up about circle!”

“listen, i know you want me out of here. i want me out of here. just let me do this.”

“i won’t.”

“why?”

“i. just. won’t.”

rhombus sighed as they watched droplet struggle to catch up with her competitors on foot; she had to leave the broken wings by the tree. “what did i tell you? i should’ve just brought the remote to mess with the other teams…”

“there was no harm in trying out her idea…” star mumbled.

“uh, yes, there clearly was. we’re about to lose. this is why i don’t listen to her.”

star frowned. heart had often been afraid about completely irrational things, sure, but it certainly didn’t help anything when star brushed him off…

pentagon and rectangle were nearing the finish line, with hexagon down to only two cups.

“cup!” pentagon exclaimed. hexagon promptly passed it to her.

“you’re almost there!” trapezoid called. “you can do it!”

octagon watched on tensely.

“cup!”

hexagon held out the cup – but then she tripped over the empty one on the ground! the last cup of water went flying.

“nooooooo!”

but then a fuschia blur swept in, catching the cup before the water could spill out, and handing it to pentagon as she ran past.

“octagon!” pentagon exclaimed. she downed the water and jolted forward.

rectangle groaned as she passed him again. parallelogram nervously looked over his shoulder: droplet was still far behind.

phew, he thought. at least i won’t lose.

and with that pentagon crossed the finish line, arriving back to möbius strip. rectangle and parallelogram soon followed, with droplet trailing behind.

“CONGRATULATIONS, HELVETICA! SORRY, COOL KIDS. NEUTRAL REMARK, GROUP TWO AND YIM YUM.”

hexagon and trapezoid started cheering. “pentagon! pentagon!”

octagon walked towards them, took a breath, and joined their cheers.

upon seeing her, octagon’s teammates started cheering for her as well. “octagon! pentagon! woo!!!”

the cool kids, however, had nothing to cheer for. droplet dragged herself towards her teammates.

“i thought it would work…” she said softly.

star kneeled down. “well, you–”

“you thought wrong.” rhombus’s usually blank voice had an edge of resentment. “enough.”

they left for the team’s cabin. star took droplet’s hand and led her back with him.

heptagon stared at parallelogram, who was pacing back and forth.

“for crying out loud!” parallelogram suddenly blurted, stopping. “why are you always staring at me like an idiot?”

heptagon had a vaguely worried expression. “you almost lost.”

“yeah, i know.” parallelogram continued to pace. “you don’t have to rub it in…”

“i could’ve helped.”

“that’s new! well too late for that.”

and heptagon went silent again, his eyes wide and empty. there was nothing more he could say if there was nothing more parallelogram would listen to.

…

“you’re so calm!” circle had been surprised by kite’s lack of surprise. she’d just showed up, without any drama whatsoever.

“yeah, well, i guess i had extra time to process.”

like every day, origin had broadcasted the challenge live to the inhabitants of the paradox; in fact, they had started betting on the racers.

“i bet parallelogram’s gonna get it!” kite exclaimed.

oval chuckled. “you can’t just choose him cuz he’s our teammate! it’s pretty clearly pentagon.”

“yeah,” heart conceded. “if droplet’s plan works, she’ll probably win, but if not it’s definitely pentagon. she’s scary fast.”

circle concurred.

in the end everybody but kite won the bet.

origin returned in due time. “hey folks, how are things?” he asked.

“i wish rhombus could be a little nicer,” kite said. “well, nicer to everyone aside from me. they treat me pretty well.”

“i’m glad droplet’s being listened to…” heart murmured. “hey, origin, how long is star gonna stay pink?”

“oh, he’ll be like that until the end of the competition, i’m afraid.”

“huh.”

suddenly kite sighed a sad sigh.

“what’s wrong?” oval asked. the two of them went aside.

“i dunno,” kite said, “i’m just thinking about our team. i feel like it’s my fault they keep teetering on the edge of total failure.”

“is this about heptagon?”

“for the most part, yeah. heptagon doesn’t want to be here; if i’d have just left him alone, not only would he be happier, but also i’d be able to focus more with parry. we’d have done so much better if i accepted it was just the two of us.”

“i guess… but it wasn’t wrong of you to believe in heptagon.”

“yes it was. please don’t sugarcoat it.”

“yim yum’s in a weird place, sure, but that isn’t your fault. i understand if you blame him; you have no reason to blame yourself.”

“fine. i can’t help but worry, though… even if heptagon actually comes around, i doubt parry will be willing to accept that.”

“well, it’s not like either of us have anything to lose. if parallelogram doesn’t accept his help and suffers because of it, that’s his loss and his loss alone.”

“i guess… y’know, you’re very wise, oval.”

“hey, i have to be! it’s not like there’s anything better to do.”

#story #object novel #osc #geometropolis #geometropolis: race to the 3rd dimension #grt3d

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Send a character ask game: Taza & Nestor

Ooo let's do this!

Taza Romero-

First impression: When I first started watching Mayans, I didn't really have any strong feelings about Taza one way or the other. I liked the chill energy and vibe that he gave off, but he wasn't a character that I initially felt very drawn towards.

Impression now: I wanna shake the man by his shoulders in the hopes it will knock some sense loose in his head. 😂 So much could've been avoided or at least handled differently if he just talked about what was going on! However that being said, I do really enjoy his character and I'm curious to see what they're going to do with his storyline next.

Favorite moment: Early seasons quips with Bish will always have a special place in my heart. And the little exchange with him and Creeper will always be a top-ranking moment for me 😂

Idea for a story: I have a request for him sitting in my inbox right now that I'm hoping to get started on today that I'm very excited about! Being able to build his character out a little more and give him a current (and less-heartbreaking) love story is something I'm super thrilled about getting into.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think it's necessarily unpopular but I think the fact that Taza didn't rock Bishop's entire shit at some point during s4 was a crime. I wanna see the man throw hands at the ex-president idc 😂

Favorite relationship: Early seasons I can easily say that he and Bish were my favorite. But I did also love the complicated relationship between him and Laura as well.

Favorite headcanon: It's come to my attention that never in the show is it ever actually stated that Taza lives on a ranch. But the actor who plays him does and that's just bled over into the characterization of the character for a lot of people in the fandom (myself included) and I really love that for us.

Nestor Oceteva-

First impression: Believe it or not, I was pretty indifferent about Nestor at first. I wasn't overly drawn to his character because he was so entwined with Galindo and I've disliked Miguel from the jump lmao. When I first got into the show, I definitely thought he was very attractive, and that scene where he and Bishop fight and smile afterwards definitely made me 👀 But he wasn't really on my radar at first.

Impression now: I love him, your honor. He's my character now, sorry Elgin. But real talk, the arc that he's had so far for someone who is such a minor character is really interesting to me.

Favorite moment: What isn't my favorite moment? 😂 I do really love the exchange with him and Marcus (I think it's in s2?) after they save Marcus from Hobart. A very close runner-up is the scene in s3 where Nestor has the gun to Marcus's head in the car because Gino's acting in that scene is just soooo chef's kiss. But the sweet moment between the two of them wins out for me

Idea for a story: I wish I could let y'all lose inside my head so you could take the plot ideas you like and write them because I never know if I'm going to get around to them all 😂 I have a few different AU's bouncing around in my head where Nestor has a younger sister and godddd I love the potential in the dynamic so much

Unpopular opinion: If Nestor never sees Miguel again it will still be too soon. That man never gave a fuck about Nestor and I'm glad Nestor dumped his ass 😂 (Miguel really is my enemy #1 in the show I love to hate him so I'm biased lmao)

Favorite relationship: Nestor and Marcus. I love the growth of that dynamic and I think that Marcus could be the mentor that Nestor has always needed.

Favorite headcanon: Bruh anything family-based for Nestor is an absolute fave of mine. I love thinking about what his relationship with his brother was like (and by extension Miguel as well). I love the idea of him with a younger sister. I love thinking about how complicated his relationship with his parents might be. UGh the family drama thoughts I'm obsessed

Send me a character and let's discuss!

#ask #asks #anonymous

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head start | bonbon 3.1 | re: jun'ya | attn: party hat discourse

There’s only so many things that one can say when confronted with the glassy eyed stare of a beheaded friend. Just this morning, a few feet apart from one another, Bonbon and Emil woke up, went through their respective morning rituals, got dressed, and made way to the rest of their day— the same person he’d given the miniature plushie of themselves a day or so ago, the same person who told Bonbon a secret too unfortunate to repeat after the end of the first trial, meek but strong, cherry sweet Emil.

Hard to think of a worse way to go out than bone to the blade, blade off the head. Hard to think of anything Emil had done to deserve being the target of such a long winded plot. Hard to think of returning to their room while Bonbon’s here and they are not.

Hardest of all to see how the killer had set it up. No question about it, cake, party hat, the, the surprise message, the leading trail like a marvelous museum of horrors on display, might as well have slapped a card on the front that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and point over at Bonbon. It had evolved from a cruelty abject to a cruelty of which someone wanted him to receive the blame, and from the first sight of that lobbed off head, Bonbon’s stomach dropped so far he thought he’d been skewered on the same logic thread.

Only one thing anybody can do. Follow the clues, get the conclusion, bring justice to Emil, another two dead. This is the way of things, and whether or not the last case shook the moorings of his convictions, this was different. A full blown murder plot with no mistakes, one that churns his gut. Sympathy dries up. The game only has a few rules by which it is played. House always wins, and today's just another terrible murder-y game,

Jun’ya starts, thank God for him, and Bonbon jumps in where the rhythm feels appropriate.

“This was a plain evil, no way about it,” he says. “Jun'ya's right. To, go in while someone’s strugglin’, you’d have’ta have some kinda experience with it. Strong enough’ta keep ‘em pinned down while they. Hack at it, Lord above. Same kinda stuff was on th'lower half of the cut too, while we're on that."

He has to take a moment to compose himself. Collect his breath, pick at his cuticles.

“The head was taken over t'the bakery, but there wasn’t anythin’ too bloody ‘bout the cake itself even though, the, that. So it makes me think we got somebody who really knows how’ta handle stuff like blood movin', which’s. Well, it’s scary, t’say the least. Time of death was 3:45 PM, a ‘lil less than an hour 'fore the time of findin’.”

He wants to keep it civil, but, the mounting pressure, knowing quite a handful of people here wouldn’t be sad to see this clown gone, knowing what the immediacy of the scene shows? How could he not address it, stand up for himself?

“Look, jus', I'm sorry, but. I know it, we all know it, the cake an’ party hat were sick, an’ it makes you think’a clown, sure, but hear me good an’ clear now— I don’t got any party hat like that. All my props fer occasions are colored in my purples an’ yellows, not in that kinda red. That whole store’s got plenty’a stuff they coulda pulled from off the shelf. What I’m sayin’ is, it’s not mine, an’. Well, if Emil was still with us, they could tell ya, but, plenty’a folks’ve been in my room. They can vouch fer that.”

There, a little bit of his piece for people to chew. Distrust is hot in his lungs, but he keeps controlled, not at the start of all this, he’s already been made enough of an embarrassment these last few days.

#submission #ch3 #trial #bonbon

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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write-like-wright · 3 years

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Your First Kiss With Them: Prosecutors Edition

A lovely anon requested first kiss headcanons with both defense lawyers and prosecutors, so I'm just gonna do it in two parts.

Miles Edgeworth

It happens spontaneously with Miles.

You'd gone on a few dates already and he always walks you to your door, like the gentleman he is. When it's time to say goodbye, he lingers for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed. He always flakes in the end, leaving you after an awkward hug and a face that matches the colour of his suit.

One day you're just at his place. It's one of those lazy days when you order takeout and sit at home binging Steel Samurai. A funny scene comes on, something that leaves you both in stitches. It's such a sweet thing, seeing him laugh so earnestly, some colour rising to his face. You lean over and press a kiss to his lips almost instinctively and he freezes for a second and so do you once you realise what you'd done. You apologise awkwardly, fearing you'd crossed a line.

"What are you sorry for? I quite liked that," Miles laughs. "At least one of us has enough courage to act."

Franziska von Karma

Happens in the middle of an argument, most likely. Nothing serious, of course. You're just bickering over something silly and Franziska gets a bit too smug with her comebacks. It annoys you to no end, seeing that smarmy grin on her lovely face. You stand there for a second, feeling an overwhelming urge to-

"Why are you glaring at me like that? Just because I'm right doesn't give you the excuse to act like a f-"

Silence. Cut off by a kiss.

She's completely dumbfounded when you part. It takes her a moment to regain her composure.

"Well," she says eventually. "How foolish of you. Trying to win an argument through such underhanded tactics."

You keep on bickering.

She kisses you not two minutes later when she realises her argument makes no sense and you gain the upper hand.

Diego Armando/Godot

It's the classic scenario with him.

He takes you out for a cup of coffee one rainy afternoon. You sit at the coffee shop for hours, talking and laughing, enjoying each other's company. It's dark outside before you even realise it and he offers to walk you home. The conversation keeps flowing on your way to your place and you feel a pang of sadness when it's time to say your goodbyes. You tell him how much you enjoyed your date and he just casually leans in for a kiss that lasts a bit longer than you'd expected. There's no way your neighbours won't gossip about it tomorrow.

Klavier Gavin

He texts you to wear something warm before your date. You're confused but oblige.

Klav shows up on his bike to pick you up and it all makes sense suddenly. "Come on, Schatzi, I'll show you what a real adrenaline rush feels like."

He's true to his word. He drives you around the city, the cool twilight air rushing past you and you feel more alive than ever.

Eventually, he takes you to his favourite spot, a clearing overlooking the entire city. It feels surreal seeing all the city lights intertwine with the stars above. You sit on his bike while he stands in front of you, talking about something or another. It's hard to say who leans in first, but soon enough you're kissing. It's your first kiss together, then the second and third and fourth...

Simon Blackquill

You're just fooling around at his place.

Simon is a massive tease when he drops his twisted persona. He picks little fights and picks on you just to get you worked up. It's a mixture of endearing and annoying.

He puts on some stupid show you're not interested in one bit. Neither is he, but he'd rather tease you about it than change the channel.

"Give me the remote, Simon."

"Come get it, *insert dumb nickname*"

You try and fail spectacularly. It's just play wrestling, but that doesn't change the fact he's twice your size and can pin you down with one-fifth of his weight. Not that you mind.

You're both giggling breathlessly at this point. "Do you yield, miscreant?" He asks in his scariest prosecutor voice. Dumbass. "I yield, I yield! Just let me go!"

"You must pay the toll first," he deadpans, crossing his arms.

"And what is the toll?"

"A kiss, if I recall correctly."

You buy your freedom and he lets you up, handing you the remote and letting you curl up against him on the sofa.

You pay his toll a few more times during the evening.

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

You're very hesitant to kiss Yuti.

He's a monk. You're not even sure it's allowed.

You start wondering if you'd perhaps been misunderstanding your outings. They were clearly dates, you thought, but then again he could merely see them as you acting as his tour guide to introduce him to your culture. You're very torn on the matter.

On your way home from dinner, you pick up some dessert. Nothing fancy, just cupcakes from a local bakery. You eat them at your place while trying to explain the concept of Netflix and chill to him. It's hard to say if he's scandalized or intrigued.

"These are so good! Would you like a taste?" You ask with your mouth full, perhaps overexaggerating your food-induced moaning.

He gives you one of those sweet, gentle looks he's known for. "Certainly," he says, bridging the gap between you, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips. You're confused by his actions but you'd be lying if you said you minded.

"What was that about?"

"Hm? Oh, that was a pick-up line, was it not? I've heard about those. Although I hear that one is usually used with flavoured lipgloss."

"Yuti, I was just offering you some of my cupcakes."

"Oh," he seems a bit embarrassed now. "Do forgive me then."

"I didn't say I minded. But you can't just go around kissing people like that."

"I'll jot that down in my 'How to act like a native' notebook."

Barok van Zieks

(Heavily inspired by my incessant bugging of @bailey-reaper from my main)

It happens during his University days.

Barok approaches you at a gathering, completely red-faced while Klint and Albert snicker within earshot. He asks you to dance with him in the most roundabout way possible, to the point where you're not quite sure what he's asking of you.

You agree and are surprised at how good of a dancer he is in spite of his initial and apparent awkwardness. Must be those long, elegant legs.

He takes you on a stroll after and you end up alone on a balcony. His initial nervous demeanour slowly melts away, although he's still more than a little shy. You chat away and you even get a laugh out of him at some point. It's one of your personal victories.

It's almost midnight when you are interrupted. "Ah, brother, there you are!" Klint van Zieks suddenly joins you on the balcony. His lips curl in a knowing smirk as he turns to greet you. "Mother has sent me to get you aeons ago! I've been looking for you all over. It's time to leave. Say your goodbyes, and be quick." He leaves then, giving you a moment of privacy.

"I-I, hm, I have really enjoyed your company tonight. Thank you for the dance. I fear I must be going now."

"Wait," you say placing your hand on his arm, half expecting him to recoil. He doesn't. You get on your tip-toes and you can still barely reach his face. Thankfully, he's already slouching. You press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips, hoping no one saw you. "Surely, you wouldn't have left me without a kiss goodnight?"

His face is burning now and he swallows. "Pray, forgive the discourtesy. How careless I am. I'll bear it in mind for next time." With that, he turns and leaves you.

Kazuma Asogi

He walks up to you one day right as you're about to head to your next class, looking pensive and excited at once. You know why, you'd heard the news. Kazuma had been selected for the student exchange and you were thrilled for him - no one deserved it more than he did. You just hoped you did a good job of hiding how sad you were to see him leave regardless.

"I can't leave you here without a proper goodbye. Leave your books, come on." He convinces you to skip the rest of your classes and drags you away on an adventure as he calls it.

You spend the day together, joking around, getting food and window shopping. Finally, you settle under the shade of a tree where you usually met up in secret. He babbles away about the law, the British Empire, his plans for the future.

When he runs out of topics to talk about, he goes quiet, dark eyes searching your face. "Do you know why I stole you away today?" Stole? He's so dramatic. You shake your head. "I don't want you to forget me when I'm gone. Remember this day, and me and this." With that, he gently takes your face in his hands and leans in, claiming your lips in a heated kiss. It's so intense, you feel yourself burning under his touch. Tears prickle your eyes when you part. "I hate to so you go," you whisper weakly and he gives you a sad, understanding smile. "I know. I'm so sorry." You pull him into another kiss, lying down on the grass, hidden by the shade of the tree. You're not about to let him forget you either.

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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all the signs i don't read

a/n: guys!!! I'M OFFICIALLY DONE WITH MY FIRST YEAR OF UNI! i'm sooo happy to finally be done, i can focus on writing more for you guys this summer :) here's a lil somethin' i whipped up after my last final today. enjoy! xoxo, ali <3

wc: 2.5k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part two here!

You never thought anything of it.

You never thought anything of it when every time someone would come into the room, Bucky would act like he couldn't stand being touched by you.

It was little things, at first.

You would be in the kitchen in the morning, making coffee for him and you. He would be holding you from behind, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. And then Steve, or someone else, would walk into the room.

And he would shake off your touch, like you were poison.

It never hurt less.

But it's not like you could ever make a scene out of it, or anything. Because nobody even knew you and Bucky had been dating for the past two months.

You had no one to turn to in this situation. No one knew you two were together, and you kind of messed this up for yourself when you agreed to all of this at the beginning of your relationship. Bucky had told you he wasn't really ready for PDA, and you had told him, in a haste, that it was fine.

But after two months of extremely close calls, your patience was wearing thin, and you know it sounds bad. But you've been extremely careful with him, always asking asking him if everything was okay before going further with anything involving physical touch. You always made sure you weren't crossing any boundaries, but it was starting to get frustrating.

You couldn't understand why Bucky could get all touchy-feely with Steve and Natasha when he felt like it, but was practically gagging at your touch.

You were currently cuddled up on his bed, watching a movie. You were on cloud nine, basking in the warmth of your boyfriend's touch. This was one of the rare instances where he would let you get this close. It was nice, and you made sure to always take advantage of it if the situation presented.

You could feel Bucky's gaze fixed upon you as the colors of the TV screen reflected onto your skin. Your eyes dip down to his, and a warm smile graces your face as your eyes meet.

You couldn't ever put into words how happy Bucky made you. You had liked him for so long before he even asked you out, and you were over the moon the day he had brought up wanting to take you out.

It was another night of dinner with just the two of you. Everyone else was on a mission, and since you two were the only ones left, you had decided to make the decision to make food for the both of you.

"James?" Your voice resounded through the empty kitchen and dining room.

"Yeah, honey?" He answered, painting your face red in a blush.

"Do you... just- nevermind." You shake your head, looking back down at your plate.

"Hey, look at me." He says, putting his hand over yours. "I was actually tryin' to figure out how to ask you this..."

Your brows are pulled together, wondering what he was talking about.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me, James." You reassure him. You were grateful that he was such a good friend to you, and that he trusted you enough to open up to you.

"I was wonderin'... would you like to... go out on a date with me sometime?" He asks, holding your gaze.

You're sure you look like a fish out of water right now, your mouth opening and closing in shock. He wanted to ask you out?

"I just... I like spending time with you, I like how you call me James, I like how you don't judge me and how long it's taken me to get comfortable here. I like how kind you are, and how you've always asked the others to be patient with me, so... would you like to go out on a date with me?" He held such hope in his eyes.

"I... I would love to, James." You reply after a moment of silence.

"I'm so happy you said yes." He smiles warmly. "But just... don't mention it to anyone? I don't want Steve or Sam on my case. You know how they can be sometimes." He smiles, and you nod at his request.

"Of course, James. I don't ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, we can go at your pace." Your tone was soft and understanding.

"Thanks, doll. You don't understand how much it means to me." Bucky returns your soft smile, and scoots his seat closer to yours.

His gaze was fixed on you, and while you were playing over the time in your head, Bucky leans in and pecks your lips gently.

"Hm, what're ya thinkin' of, honey?" He questions, sensing your mind was elsewhere.

"I was just thinking of that night when... when you first asked me on a date. How sweet you were." You smile coyly, leaning back in for another kiss.

Your stomach fluttered at Bucky's hum of approval at your actions. He deepened the kiss, motioning for you to fully sit on his lap. Bucky gently placed each of your legs on the sides of his thighs, his hands grasping your hips.

As he stared from your eyes to your lips, back up to your eyes, you felt lightheaded. This was the most intimate the two of you have gotten so far, and you feel the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Soon enough, your lips are back on his, moulding onto his like you two were made for each other. Although you two loved watching movies together in each others' rooms, (to avoid prying eyes, of course) you have never been so close to him before like this.

You felt yourself getting high on his affection, and once you had it, you didn't think you could ever go without it.

As Bucky's grip on you tightens, your hands move up to his shoulders, also moving to grasp them. Your hips move with a mind of their own, grinding against his lap.

You didn't think anything of it, but Bucky freezes at the action. His hands stop their gentle strokes along your sides. His lips pause their actions, and you feel him pulling away.

Both physically and emotionally.

"James, is everything alright?" You ask wearily, truly perplexed. Everything was going so well...

"I just... I can't do this, Y/N. I- I'm so sorry... I can't do this with you." He leans back, and limply moves his hands to flop onto the bed at his sides.

"O-Oh," Your voice breaks as you process his words. He didn't want you. This has all been a joke to him. Even in private, your touch made him uncomfortable.

"I... I have to go." You slide off Bucky's lap, gathering your belongings from the end of his bed and rushing out the door.

Without even a glance behind you, the door slams, and Bucky is sat dumbfounded on his bed. Why did I do that? He thinks to himself. Why did I say that to her?

As tears filled your eyes, you just pray that no one will see you. Unfortunately, your room was on another floor, and you think the stairwell would be the best option to avoid people at this point in time.

But of course, as fate has it, Steve is taking the stairs up. You can tell he's probably just returned from his nightly run, as he's sweating through his shirt.

You quickly wipe your eyes, hoping they look too puffy. Your nose was probably red, too, but just sniffle to clear it.

At the sound of your nose, Steve's head shoots up. Your eyes meet, and you plaster on possibly the fakest smile you've ever produced.

"Steve! How was your run?" You ask enthusiastically, trying to make it seem like you were just fine.

"Yeah, it was good. Took a bit of a longer route today. What are you doing here? You never take the stairs." He asks with a raised brow.

"I uh... I was watching a movie, and I had some snacks that were sitting a little heavy on my stomach. I thought a flight of stairs or two could do me some good." You shrug, trying to look as unsuspecting as possible.

"Are you sure you're alright? Your eyes seem a little red." Steve counters. He could feel that something was off.

"Y-Yup, I was watching a sad movie, you know how I get." You give a fake laugh, turning back around. "I have to head back, but good talk, Steve. Enjoy the rest of your night!" You practically yell while walking away from him.

The door of the stairs close behind you in a haste, and you take a moment to take a deep breath. You hated lying, but it's not like you could've said anything to Steve. He had no clue about anything having to do with you and Bucky.

While you locked yourself away to your room for the rest of the night, Bucky was still trying to process the events. How in the matter of a minute, he managed to shift your entire relationship. He was kicking himself, trying to figure out how to fix this. He couldn't seek out advice from Steve like he normally would in situation like this, or ask Natasha. Usually, she was the one to help him when it came to women these days.

But now, he was on his own.

And he was fucked.

So, he had two options.

One, go to Steve. Confess everything; dating you for the past two months, admit he was an idiot and didn't want anyone to know. Realize it would've been fine if everyone knew because everyone loved you. Try to win you back.

Or two, try to get you back on his own. And let's be honest, that option was not looking too good. Clearly, Bucky was clueless in this topic.

So now, he was left to stew.

That night, you drifted into a dreamless sleep with a heavy heart and a tear-soaked pillow.

The next few days were... rough, to say the least.

You could barely drag yourself out of bed. You would leave your warm blankets and pillows around eleven each day, which was unheard of for you. Natasha and Wanda would stop you on your way to the kitchen, and try to pry the problem out of you.

Sweetie, this isn't healthy for you.

Honey, just tell us what's wrong. We're here for you.

Y/N, we're worried about you. We love you, but you look horrible.

That last on made you crack a smile, but shook your head and headed in to make yourself a coffee.

For the first time in two months, you were only making coffee for you.

And fuck, was it killing you.

You so badly wanted someone to wrap you up in a hug, rub your back, and tell you it was okay. To tell you your touch was comforting, that they wanted to be close to you.

But of course, fairytales weren't real. You were alone again, and it seemed that it would stay that way for a long time.

No matter what you did, all you could hear in your head was James' words. I'm sorry, I can't do this with you. With you. With you. With you.

And you couldn't help but wonder. What was it about you that was so repulsive to him? You were understanding from the beginning. You just thought he wasn't ready for PDA, that he just wanted his privacy, you understood.

But what you didn't get was how James could have asked you out on a date, how he could've kissed you, for fuck's sake, and yet be so ashamed to be seen with you.

So you allowed yourself to only wallow for five days. You only gave yourself these next five days to feel sorry for yourself, whatever you needed to be pathetic for a few days, but that's it. After that, no more.

You were tired of feeling like you weren't good enough for anyone, like you were a burden. You were an amazing person, and if some people couldn't see that, it wasn't your problem.

You were done.

During your five days, you hadn't seen Bucky once. And of course, as your luck would have it, day two brought you your ex-boyfriend.

All in his glory, in the kitchen.

With not one, but two mugs of coffee.

His eyes meet yours, and you see a light in his. But you made sure you were quick to put that out.

"Do you need something, Bucky?" You all but sneer, and his soft smile drops.

"I just... I was about to bring you some coffee. Just how you like it, iced and black." He tries the smile again.

"No thank you, I'd rather make it myself." You turn your stare to the coffee machine, grabbing a capsule and sticking it in the machine before sliding it shut.

Bucky just stands there, dumbfounded. Again.

This seems to be a trend with you.

"Y/N, come on. Let's just sit down and talk about this. Let's go to your room, or maybe mine-" He begins, but you couldn't be bothered with him anymore.

"You know what, Bucky? No. If you want to talk, we can do it out here, for anyone to see. What are you afraid of? Me? Scared that someone will see you with me? God forbid, someone sees that you like me, right? God fucking forbid someone actually is proud-" your voice cracks in an ugly way, and even though you don't want to seem weak in front of him, you continue, "proud to be with me. I gave myself time. Time to understand why on Earth you seemed so... so disgusted to be with me. So ashamed.

And I got over. I am not going to let you make me feel like I'm anything less of a great person, and anyone would be lucky to have me. So screw you, and your secret relationships. I'm done."

By the end of your speech, tears had definitely made it down your cheeks, and your coffee was long forgotten as you turned to move out of the kitchen.

Bucky's eyes had widened at your words, realizing the weight of his mistake. He had made you feel so small, so repulsive and you thought all those things about yourself were true.

But they couldn't have been further from it.

Bucky loved you. He had only had you for two months, but in that short time, he was so hellbent on keeping you a secret. On showing the others that he wasn't weak, that he was still a big, tough guy. That he didn't need a girl to comfort him, or to help him through the nightmares.

But you were the best thing he ever had, and now you were slipping away.

But if Bucky is anything, he's a determined man. And he's determined on getting you back.

a/n: aw shit, what's gonna happen?? don't worry, i would never leave y'all hanging like this. part 2 will be coming shortly :) in the meantime, enjoy whatever this is. love, ali <3

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knchins · 4 years

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HQ Captains - Thigh Riding

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader, Oikawa x Fem!Reader, Kuroo x Fem!Reader, Bokuto x Fem!Reader, Ushijima x Fem!Reader, Yuuji x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: (placed before each drabble under the name header)

Notes: My first haikyuu piece and I’m fairly certain it’s trash lmao. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I thought about sending it to a hq writer as a request but decided to try and tackle it on my own? I just needed a break from bnha. Couldn’t be bothered to make my own header gif for just drabbles. Oops. I think I mentioned it in all of them, but just in case I didn’t all characters are aged up to college years.

Warnings: Public orgasm, minor depiction of D/s relationship?, Daddy!Daichi

If there was one thing you absolutely loved about your boyfriend, it was his beautifully thick thighs. Every volleyball game had you drooling and you absolutely hated having to wait after a match to strip him of his clothes and beg him for a victory fuck. Not that you had to really try to convince him. The adrenaline after a good match always had him hard as a rock in no time.

However, before you could get to that point. He always insisted on taking the team out for a celebratory dinner at a nearby restaurant that had supported the college team for years. They helped with fundraising and often gave donations to the team for new equipment or uniforms, so Daichi always thought it was only proper to return the favor with a little business.

This meant you had to be incredibly frustrated for a few hours after the game, and it led you into some very...intense situations. For instance, you found that if you pressed his buttons long enough, then he will get angry and he will punish you. One of those punishments (your favorite one, actually) was when he patted his thigh for you to sit on it.

He’d bounce it hard against your already needy cunt. Everyone else was too wrapped up in their own side conversations to notice how your face suddenly turned bright red. He holds you in a death grip as he forces you to put on a show for him, anything to stop your incessant whining for his dick. Soon enough you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making even the tiniest of moans as the entire team is literally right there in front of you. You come undone fairly quickly, somehow being even more turned on by him taking control of you.

Sugawara totally notices but keeps it to himself, making a point to distract the first years from looking your way.

Warnings: Public sex, vaginal sex, jealousy

At a club one night, back in one of the booths in the dark, you had been pouting about all the attention your boyfriend was receiving. He was always such a flirt and a ladies man that you knew he simply could not help himself. He thrived on attention after all and this wasn’t anything new.

You climbed into his lap, pushing the table back to give you room as you straddled one lean thigh. The college captain was giving you a bright-eyed look. “What are you doing, love?” He asked, voice low but you could still hear him over the thrum of the loud music due to his close proximity.

“Showing all those bitches who you belong to.” You said coarsely, grabbing onto the edges of his jacket to hold onto as you rolled your hips slowly, dragging your clothed pussy up his thigh. The friction sending shocks of pleasure up through your body.

Oikawa would be all for this. He’s such a little exhibitionist at heart. Making people hear you scream his name was definitely his most favorite kink. He’d place his hands on your hips and guide them back and forth, making you go faster and harder until you were crying out for him with sheer need.

He wouldn’t be able to handle not whipping his dick out in the end, not letting you cum before he can tug the middle of your panties to the side underneath your dress and just senselessly fuck you then and there.

Either no one noticed or no one dared to stop the famous Oikawa Toru.

Warning: public orgasm (I have a problem okay), minor dirty talk

Kuroo could be one of the most conniving pieces of shit and that was something you absolutely loved about him. He was always teasing you in public, getting you going so that you’d pull him into some dark corner just to satisfy your needs. Would he oblige you or simply let you suffer until later? It entirely depended on how generous he was feeling that day.

Today was the former, and the entire time in the dark movie theater he had been conspiring to find a way to get you off. First his hand started on your knee, then slowly crept up your thigh, squeezing at optimal points in the film (typically during the steamier scenes). He didn’t particularly like romance films, which made it easier to focus on you instead.

The first indication that he was getting to you was the tiniest of mewls that came from you when his pinky brushed against your clit under your skirt. He knew then and there that he had you. You would quickly turn into putty in his very capable and experienced hands.

He smoothly leaned over and whispered into your ear a simple suggestion to get onto his lap and watch the movie from there. It didn’t take much convincing, really. It never did. You moved into his lap, sitting on one thigh while continuing to face the movie. He had instructed you to not look away and to not resist. Since when did you ever resist him?

Kuroo planted his hands firmly on your hips and began to guide them back and forth. Oh, you immediately thought. This was totally different then what you were expecting. Tiny bolts of pleasure ebbed through you as your pussy moved across the rough material of his jeans. Fuck, why did this feel so good?

He leaned forward to whisper into your ear, “Don’t make a sound, kitten, or they’ll all know what a dirty girl you’re being.” He said before licking the shell of your ear with his cat-like tongue. You shuddered against him, unable to fight as you urged him to move you faster.

You panted quickly, keeping your eyes and face forward as he began to roughly drag you back and forth while you climbed higher and higher, eventually crashing down as you were swept up with your own pleasure. You had to place a hand over your mouth, thankful that this part of the movie was a little louder than the rest to muffle the moan that you couldn’t stop from coming out of you.

When you were done, Kuroo leaned you back against his chest, hands lazily around your waist as he planted soft kisses on your neck. He always did love winning and every orgasm was definitely a victory.

Warnings: public orgasm (...again, I know), minor dubcon, voyeurism?

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bokuto said rather loudly as you sauntered over to him, “if it isn’t my baby girl!” His owlish grin spread across his face as he reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you into his lap. It was an after party after a pretty close match with Nekoma and the captain was feeling particularly fiery after the win.

You giggled at him, allowing him to cuddle you for a moment. His face buried into your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a close hug. He was always extremely affectionate after a good game, and if Fukurodani won...well it was game on in an entirely different way.

Bokuto’s knee bounced rhythmically and naturally you were forced to bounce along with it. Your legs shifted so you were straddling his perfect thigh and you couldn’t help the small moan that came after he hit your clit at a particularly electrifying angle. “Oh yeah?” He asked, a sly look crossing his face. “You like that, huh?”

“Bokuto,” You said in a threatening tone, knowing that you didn’t want to do something like this out in the open where anyone could see you. And by the look on his face, that is exactly what he was thinking about doing. However you could rarely stop him when he got started on a new and improved way of getting you off.

His hands shifted to your hips and guided them to move in rhythm with his bouncing thigh. The quick small jerks of his thigh, the friction against your clit, it just felt so incredibly good that you couldn’t help but give in.

To keep your moans muffled you chose to kiss him, squeezing his shoulders for support as he stopped moving your hips. You had already taken over, choosing your own pace to go at that would make you hit your peak in no time.

Akaashi and the other teammates, noticing what was going on, watched curiously until they were sure you had had an orgasm. Akaashi gave the other three a knowing nod and they started cheering for their captain. Bokuto looked back at them with the biggest grin they had ever seen.

Warnings: Public orgasm, possessiveness, jealousy, D/s dynamic?

With Ushijima, PDA was always a hard pass. He wasn’t very affectionate outside of your private lives, and you had come to terms with that. It didn’t mean he wasn’t an excellent and attentive lover when he wanted to be. Sometimes though it would have been nice to be able to show off that you were dating such a powerhouse of a player.

You had managed to drag him to a party celebrating Shiratorizawa’s victory in a recent regional tournament. You knew he needed to de-stress, it was always so obvious to you and getting him to relax could sometimes be a nightmare.

Shortly after you arrived, he mentioned he was going to go tell Satori something about the last game and for you to go dance. Ushijima wasn’t much of a dancer himself but boy did he love watching you move your hips to the music.

What he hadn’t expected when he came back from speaking with his teammate was the sight of another man trying to grind against your ass. Obviously you weren’t paying him no mind, trying to slip from his grasp time and time again.

Ushijima wasn’t affectionate, no. But he was possessive. Anyone dares put their hands on you in his sight was bound to regret it and tonight was no different. He quickly marched over to you and pulled you into his broad chest. You looked up at him with a knowing smile. On a normal night Ushijima would never dance with you. But add a spark of jealousy and he’d do just about anything.

You moved your body against his, enjoying the closeness as his leg slipped between yours. It may have been an accident or it may have been on purpose. You weren’t entirely sure. Either way, you take it upon yourself to begin to grind against his large thigh, eyes glossing over at the delicious feeling of arousal.

He glanced down at you before returning to staring down the man that had been attempting to dance with you, seemingly paying more attention to the advisory than his own girlfriend. That was fine, you were now enjoying yourself plenty by thrusting your hips with the beat, his hands on your ass. Once it hit him what you were doing, pleasuring yourself by the use of his limb, he leaned down and whispered threateningly into your ear. “If you cum now, you’ll pay for it later.”

It was a very valid threat, you knew that fair and well. That didn’t stop you from releasing your hold on your orgasm, allowing you to come undone in his arms all at once. Ushijima immediately wrenched you from him before grabbing your wrist in a bruising grip with an absolutely murderous look on his face. You were too busy basking in the afterglow to even care for whatever punishment he had in mind as he dragged you to a private room.

Warnings: minor dubcon, light dirty talk at the end

Honestly you only started dating Yuuji because he wouldn’t leave you the hell alone until you gave him your number. And then he simply harassed you until you said yes to a date. However, after that first date he showed how much fun and playful he could be and you totally fell for the idiot albeit reluctantly.

He is always finding new ways to explore sex with you. Anything to make it even more fun than it already is. The idea was totally his because you were always squeezing his thighs or playing with the hem of his shorts because you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself when you were with the giant loud ball of energy.

The first time he decides to branch out and try this, you’re both on his couch watching a professional match. Your fingers are teasing his skin, fiddling with his pants as usual when he guides you into his lap so that your leg is between is.

You give him a quizzical look and he just has that face that tells you that he’s about to make you cum whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you always like it). He puts his hands on either side of your hips and forces them to rut against his leg, causing you to shudder with delight.

You take the hint quickly and begin moving at your own pace, finding a particularly wonderful angle that gave your clit the right amount of stimulation. “Fuck, baby, look at you getting off to my thigh.” Yuuji says with that shit eating grin. He always took pride in discovering something new for you to enjoy. He clicked the stud of his tongue ring against his teeth, something he tended to do when he was particularly excited.

“F-Fuck,” You whimpered as you came on his leg, now wet with your slick. Yuuji was grinning madly, eyes sparkling with joy.

“Yahoo, baby! You came all over my thigh, how did that feel? Bet you’d feel even better with my cock buried in you-”

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