#// or I'll speak up and offend one of my friends for even thinking something like that

[monochromatic-minds]

Kinda getting sick of feeling like I'm second best to other people in the rpc...and especially among my friends...I'm aware it's a me being insecure problem and it's not anyone's fault. It still kinda hurts though.

I'm gonna go reply to some asks, maybe have a shower at some point or continue with my sewing to get out of this slump.

[thef1diary]

Podium Princess | LN + CS + CL

Summary: Lando lost a bet, which would have just temporarily damaged his ego, but the problem was that you were the prize that Charles and Carlos desired for one night.

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Warnings: 18+, mmmf, unprotected sex, three men for three holes 🤭, fingering, oral, anal, dp?, filthy as fuck, derogatory terms (kinda), praise, overstimulation, riding.

pairing: lando x fem!reader x carlos x charles

wc: 3.1k

Request: You should totally write a smut about lando sharing his girlfriend with Carlos and Charles after placing in the #australiangp

"You did what?" You asked your boyfriend, wondering if you misheard his words. "I made a bet," Lando responded, but this time with more assurance.

You sat down on the bed in your shared hotel room and asked, "what is it?" Patting the spot next to you, silently indicating Lando to sit down and begin explaining the bet. You've known from the years you've been dating that whenever he places a wager, he eventually loses, but you chose against mentioning it.

He hesitated for a moment but then decided to explain how he ended up in that situation.

The evening began when Lando noticed Carlos and Charles speaking after the qualifying session. He observed they had been spending a lot of time together recently, so Lando obviously had to approach them and disrupt their latest gossip session.

Putting the trio together, one would discover that they never run out of topics to discuss, which is how they found themselves sitting in a car in the parking lot outside their hotel. Carlos suggested that since they were all staying at the same hotel for the weekend, they might as well leave the track together.

However, during the car ride, there was a discussion that quickly brought out the competitive nature that each driver had developed at a young age. "What, you guys don't think I'll win?" Lando asked the Ferrari drivers, slightly offended. This particular topic of conversation started once they discussed the possible winners for the race tomorrow.

Based on the three practice sessions and qualifying, it could be argued that while they all had a fairly nice weekend so far, some were still more fortunate than others. As a result, the Spaniard shook his head, disagreeing with his friend, "mate, I'm starting second tomorrow, which clearly means I have a better chance of winning."

"I was first in fp1," Lando retaliated although they all knew that qualifying in a higher position meant more than topping a single practice session.

"You might have a good chance, but Max is on pole, let's not forget that," Charles reminded his fellow colleagues. Lando perked up at his words, "exactly, so all Carlos needs to do is somehow crash him out of the race so I can win."

Charles laughed at the outrageous plan, but Carlos scoffed, "I won't ruin my chances at a podium for a race you won't win." Noticing Lando's defeated expression, it caused Charles to laugh harder. "Not that I think either of you would win, but let's make a bet," the Monégasque suggested.

"Who do you think will win?" Carlos asked. Charles' dimple deepened as he smiled, "me of course."

This time Lando scoffed, "yeah, sure mate," then he looked at Carlos, "what do I get when I win the bet?"

"This," Carlos stated while holding up his middle finger towards him. Rolling his eyes, he decided, "fine, I'll ask for something when I win, and then you two won't be able to deny it."

"And what do we get if you don't win?" Carlos asked, looking at Charles who was waiting for an answer from Lando.

While Lando was focused on what he would ask for if he won the bet, he failed to consider that Carlos or Charles were more likely to win than him. He would have a one-in-three chance of winning the wager, but Lando hadn't realized the extent of the situation just yet.

"Not that it'll happen but what do you guys want?" He asked only as a formality to actually set the bet.

Carlos was quiet for a moment as he thought of something that would be worthwhile, looking at Charles to see if he had any ideas. Then he thought of it—of you. "Your girlfriend," he simply stated.

It took two seconds for Lando to start laughing, not that it was ever a challenge to do so, but he initially assumed that Carlos was joking. His laughter quickly died down once he didn't hear either driver laugh along with him.

Looking in the backseat at Charles briefly, who nodded in agreement, Lando snapped his head towards Carlos, "what do you mean my girlfriend?"

"It's simple. If Charles or I win, then you have to share your girlfriend for a night, if not, then you don't," he explained nonchalantly.

Lando looked at Charles, "and you agree with him?" He shrugged, then nodded, "she's hot, I wouldn't say no."

He slumped back in his seat, "I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win." While Lando was secure in his abilities, both drivers around him thought he was growing overconfident. "So you agree, that if you don't win, we can have her?"

Nodding it off and waving his hand around, Lando agreed, "yeah, you can."

You were stunned into silence once he finished explaining. Noticing your lack of words, Lando was unsure of your thoughts. "You don't think I'll win?"

You shrugged, "all I'm gonna say is that you have twenty-one other chances to win this season if you don't win this race." You didn't exactly answer his question, but he realized that you weren't opposed or disgusted by the idea either. Pulling you into his lap, he tilted your chin upwards with his fingers and leaned closer for a kiss.

He tightened his grasp on your chin to stop you before you could press your lips against his. "Oh I see, you don't want me to win just so you can be passed around like a slut between my friends?"

"You wouldn't have put me as the prize if you didn't like the idea," you retaliated, smirking as you moved his hand away to finally place your lips on his.

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You stood among the crowd, cheering for Lando, who took his place on the third step of the podium. As the podium celebrations began, a part of you was also looking forward to the celebrations that would follow later tonight. Lando may have lost a bet, but it was the first bet you were glad he lost.

That is how you ended up in your hotel room with your lover, waiting in anticipation for the other two drivers to arrive. With his trophy set aside, you and Lando were occupied with each other; your eyes closed and head tilted back as he trailed kisses down your throat.

Then came a knock on the door, one that made your heart race in all the best ways. Lando stood up and opened the door, revealing Charles and Carlos standing on the other side, still dressed in their Ferrari polos from earlier that evening.

"What did he say? I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win," Charles greeted by mocking Lando's words from the day before. "Alright, alright I get it but I still placed third," he retaliated which earned a nod from Carlos. "Congrats, cabrón."

You could hear them laughing among themselves, but it quickly died down once Carlos and Charles spotted you. Lando had suggested that you should wear red, considering both of the drivers that placed first and second adored red.

There you sat on the mattress, leaning back on your forearms with an ankle crossed over the other, clad in only a tight short red dress which you were glad you ended up packing.

"Well, fuck me," Charles muttered under his breath earning a chuckle from you once you heard his comment. Standing up and slowly stepping towards them, you replied, "fuck me indeed."

Your gaze was fixated on Carlos, the race winner, whose eyes revealed a glimpse of all the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. "Congratulations, you both deserve a good celebration," you said, smiling as you felt Carlos' arm snaking around your waist and Charles' breath fanning your face.

"Is that what you're going to give us? A good celebration?" Charles asked, his lips grazing your cheek. "I'll give you anything you want."

You looked at your boyfriend for a second, making sure he was still comfortable with the situation before proceeding any further. But you just saw desire in his eyes and while the corner of his lip curled up in a lazy smirk, a nod from him allowed you to carry on. He may have nodded at you, but his eyes darted over your head to his fellow drivers, "Go on then, Carlos, Charles, claim your prize."

Your lips parted slightly, marvelling at the fact that Lando hadn't even addressed you, instead treating you like an object to be claimed. The worst part was realizing that you liked it since his remarks had made you clench your thighs together.

Carlos grinned at your obedient behaviour as he was easily able to tip your head back to face him. Now that they truly had the freedom to do anything they wanted to you, with your permission, neither felt bad for having sinful thoughts about you—their best friend's girlfriend—while Carlos and Charles were alone in their bedrooms.

Kissing you with a sense of urgency, Carlos stole your breath away in a matter of seconds. Your thoughts had quickly dissipated into thin air as you felt Charles trailing his fingers up your body while pressing up behind you.

You heard Lando shuffle around before leaving the three of you alone in the bedroom for a moment which only intensified your feelings. Sandwiched between the two men who are good friends of yours, were now looking at you as if you are merely an outlet for their sexual desires.

Sliding down the straps that held your dress up, Charles continued kissing every inch of your bare skin revealed to him. His hands rounded to your front, pulling down the flimsy piece of fabric to display your tits to the duo. Your nipples instantly pebbled as Charles' fingers brushed against them, making you tilt your head back and resting it against his shoulder.

Letting you regain your breath, Carlos moved down to your neck, replacing each kiss Lando had placed earlier with small nips and grazes of his teeth, just painful enough to still be pleasurable.

While both their mouths were occupied, the Spaniard's hands pushed down the rest of your dress to the floor, parting away for a moment to let you to step out of it and toss it to the side with your feet.

Lando returned to the room, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent a moan from leaving his mouth. You were now completely bare, with two fully clothed drivers—his friends—pressed against you while their hands roamed all over your body.

Discarding his shirt on the floor, he occupied your mouth with another kiss, muffling your moans. "Fuck, enjoying yourself, baby?" Lando muttered once you parted away for a moment. Nodding, you opened your mouth to respond but a sharp gasp left your mouth as you felt Charles' fingers teasing your clit while Carlos palmed your ass.

"Merde, she's so perfect," the Monégasque commented, spreading your pussy with two fingers while a third finger swiped through your folds to catch the wetness that gathered between. "Charles," you breathlessly whispered, a plead for more.

"So ready to be ruined," Carlos added, his own fingers prodding your ass, earning a string of curses along with pleas to keep going from you. Gathering your slick from your cunt, Carlos coated his fingers to ease just the tip of one finger into your ass.

Soon enough, you were laid down on the bed, and one by one the three men stripped their clothes away, adding to the ever growing pile that started from your dress. You could barely keep your eyes open due to the feeling of three pairs of hands roaming everywhere, not leaving any inch of your skin untouched.

You had already orgasmed twice, but you couldn't remember whose fingers brought you over the edge the first, or even the second time, as all of the sensations mushed together in what felt like one never ending wet dream.

Staying true to your words of giving them anything they desired, you moaned around Carlos' cock as Charles slid his dick in your pussy without any forewarning. Your grasp on his thighs tightened as Charles began to thrust, slowly at first but then showed no mercy once his grasp on your hips tightened.

Carlos pulled your mouth off his cock, but quickly replaced the emptiness you immediately felt with two of his fingers resting heavily on your tongue. His actions didn't allow you to close your jaw, causing you to drool down your chin, and only then he was satisfied.

"Such a good fucking girl," he commented, which only made your head spin further while you smiled at the compliment. "Oh she likes that," Charles added as he felt your pussy clench around him at Carlos' praise.

His fingers that were now coated with your saliva trailed down your body to where you and Charles were connected. He nodded mockingly at his teammate's comment, "yeah, you like being praised?"

Easily finding your swollen clit, he slightly pinched it before creating small circles, edging you closer. You nodded, "please, please, please." You were sobbing for relief, your voice strained from the constant cries that left your lips with each new wave of ecstasy.

Connecting their gaze, Charles and Carlos smirked as they silently agreed to let you cum once again. Charles's fingers slid closer to your back hole, this time able to slide two fingers down to the last knuckle. At the same time, Carlos' fingers left your clit only to join the thrusts of Charles' cock, scissoring two of his fingers in your pussy to stretch you out even further. Pleasure surged through your body, and you closed your eyes tightly at the sudden sensation of being so full.

Charles slowed down his thrusts, prolonging your post orgasmic sensation. You slumped forwards when he pulled out, still holding back his own release for now.

Despite still being eager, they were ever patient with you especially after bringing you over the edge multiple times now, knowing your limbs were close to tiring out.

Still on your hands and knees, you shuffled up to straddle Carlos, sinking down on down cock this time, mouth dropping open as he stretched you out slightly differently compared to Charles.

"C'mon, cariño, ride me," he instructed, resting his hands on your hips, urging your movements while also allowing you to depend on him for help. "You feel so good, Carlos," you panted.

You heard some shuffling around you again but you couldn't move your gaze away from watching your pussy engulf Carlos' cock over and over again.

However, you were startled once you felt a cool sensation prodding your ass; Charles' fingers coated in lube. "Need you to relax, baby," you could hear Lando's words and he was quick to come into your view, stroking his dick to the sight of you filled by his former teammate.

He grabbed your hand off of Carlos' shoulder, guiding it towards his cock. Already slick with his precum, you could easily move your hand up and down, watching his reaction with hooded eyes.

Charles' free hand wrapped around your throat from behind while he whispered in your ear, "we're gonna fill up all of your holes, darling."

Groaning, you nodded, "please," a word that you had repeatedly spoken to the point where it sounded like a broken record. "You want that?" One of them asked, but you couldn't focus on whose voice it was. "Fill me up, please," your words turning into a moan as Carlos shifted underneath you, reaching deeper inside.

Releasing the grasp on your throat, Charles focused on opening you up with his fingers, for you to be able to take his cock in your ass while Carlos continued pounding your pussy.

Lando replaced Charles' hand, grabbing the back of your neck, threading his fingers in your hair to bring you close for a filthy kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing, he slightly bit down on your bottom lip, sucking and pulling on it for a moment before letting go.

Without any words exchanged, your boyfriend guided your mouth towards his cock, filling up two out of three of your holes. It took you a moment before you actually started moving your head up and down, moaning and drooling on his cock because of Carlos' upward thrusts.

Charles removed his fingers, having deemed to have stretched you out enough then coating his dick with a good amount of lube. With one hand palming and spreading your ass, he used the other to guide his cock into you. Your eyes welled up with tears, not entirely painful but almost overwhelmed with being filled everywhere at once.

Your body was quickly calmed down by Lando, Charles, and Carlos as they moved their hands all over you in soothing motions. Charles began thrusting when you nodded because you were unable to speak while Lando's dick was in your mouth.

Your muffled groans sounded distant to you, mind foggy, but you had never felt so full and aware before.

With a warning, Lando filled your mouth with cum, which you swallowed greedily without hesitation. Now, with your mouth unoccupied, you couldn't hold back on your moans. "Gonna cum," you warned, knowing you won't last long, still sensitive from your previous orgasms.

Charles' fingers reached your chest, teasing and pinching your nipples while Carlos rested his palms on your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

Your pace stuttered as you came around his cock, and Carlos took the reins and thrusted upwards, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want us?" Charles asked, tethering on the edge and based on Carlos' stuttering pace, you knew he was too.

Your next words pushed both over the edge, "inside." Slumping forwards, you felt both Ferrari drivers filling you up with their cum. "Fucking hell, that was hot," Lando commented, leaning closer to brush away the strands of hair stuck on your forehead due to sweat.

Charles and Carlos carefully eased you off their cocks, with Lando helping you lie down on the bed which you immediately melted into.

It was unbearable for you to be completely empty after being entirely filled. Mustering up all your strength, you held your arms out for your boyfriend, who immediately joined you on the bed, whispering praises in your ear.

Meanwhile, Carlos and Charles decided to clean you up by wiping the cum that had leaked out of your holes with a damp towel. They saw the bruises from their grasps on you in the heat of the moment and couldn't help but smile, knowing they were the cause of it.

You hoped, as you drifted off to sleep, that the three of them would share the podium more frequently, and therefore, share you as well.

Taglist based on the form (let me know if you would like to be removed) @lochnoch @llando4norris @monsieurbacteria6 @namgification @lilymurphy03 @sargeantdumbass @evlkking @jointhehunt67 @wonnou @nikfigueiredo

[9toji]

MDNI / 18+ only | dumbification, mating press, age gap, dilf! toji x fem! reader

dilf! toji who said yes as fast as light could travel. he thinks you're the sweetest thing but when you ended up on his bed thinking that it would only be a one night stand. he was so wrong.. completely pulled in by your presence, immediately agreeing to your little acquaintances(friends)-with-benefits situation, thinking that it wouldn't cause much change in his life.

“don't get offended, sweetheart. you don't look the part of a brat.. look at you, all sweet f'me, isn't that right?” he cooed once, when he had offered to buy you new dresses in roppongi. his large hands brushing the skin of your faintly reddended cheeks. toji thinks you're cute, and that he wouldn't have to deal with a brat.

he was proven wrong very, very soon.

toji had his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, making you bend in half so that your manicured toes were touching your earlobes. “you're quite—fuckin'— flexible..” the older man commented, his body pressed up on top of you. heavy balls slipping against the curve of your ass, making you shudder slightly. “never thought that you of all people.. would disobey me?"

you had angered toji, in pursuit of something less than appropriate. grunting when you placed yourself “innocently” on his lap while he was watching one of his lame game shows, eyes reflecting the bright lights that came from the television. those same pair that looked down as you slipped (read: grinded) on to his sweats covered bulge.

here you are, your flexibility tested when toji pushed your legs up further. “i just loveeee puttin' you in mating press.. gonna be my favorite position, whaddya think sweetheart?" he groaned, pushing and nuzzling his head into your neck. sharp and canine-like teeth digging into your neck, leaving messy hickies all over.

toji just loved seeing the fucked out expression on your face, thrusting deep enough until you started to babble incoherently, saliva bubbling in your mouth. “what's that? better speak up right, or i won't give you what you want..” mocked toji, a sly grin on his sweaty face as he pounded himself, deeper and deeper.

he always managed to bottom out with every deep thrust, his grip on your hands getting shaky, and you could feel the sweat dripping from his palms. “y'know you can talk.. i don't like not givin' you what you want but ya need to talk sweetie, talk for me..” toji knew you couldn't, his smirk growing wider. he loved making his girl, you, dumb when he fucks you.

“hope this is a lesson, sweet thing. don't tease me.. mkay?” he growled, hands slowly letting go of your numbing wrists.. caressing your torso and your chest. shuddering even more when he bottomed out again, his thrusts halting when he feels himself come inside you. heaving for a breath before he toji ultimately whispered into your ear, “because i'll fuck you the way you want me to.. in a much more appropriate and befitting way, sweetheart.”

“and you know how mean i get when i fuck you.. right?"

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

A different first meeting AU inspired by Blink182 - The Rock Show because I think Tommy is a rocker (no pun intended)

I'll post to AO3 when I've had some sleep.

🎵 fell in love with the boy at the rock show🎵

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It wasn't his usual hang out, but after his break up with Natalia, Buck was desperate to surround himself with as much life as possible.

Some hole in the wall bar advertising live music, outside the 118's jurisdiction, seemed the perfect place to do it.

And also to forget he was currently the only single member of the 118 A shift.

The music was decent, the drinks not too expensive, and he liked the general vibe in the place. Even if he didn't recognise the majority of the songs the band was playing.

"Haven't seen you here before." someone said in his ear and he turned around.

The guy was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes and cheekbones that could cut diamonds.

"Oh uh... yeah... I mean... no, you haven't. I just wanted a change of scenery, I guess."

"Yeah? And how is that working out for you?" the guy asked, sitting down on the barstool next to Buck.

"Not too bad." he replied. "I think I like it here."

"That's good to hear. It would be a shame if we'd never see you again." the guy smiled and Buck was almost mesmerised by the way his eyes crinkled when he did. "Do you want another?" he nodded at the almost empty glass in front of him.

"Sure."

The guy got up and rounded the bar, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge.

"Is this your bar or something?"

"It might as well be with the amount of time he spends here." a woman of around their age said, as she walked back behind the bar carrying a serving tray with empty glasses.

"I keep telling you Gina, you should let me buy into this place. Tommy and Gina. Living on a prayer."

"Why does your name get to go first if its my bar?" the woman asked, hand on her hip.

"Because that's how the song goes. Take it up with Jon if you don't like it." he told her and laughed when she rolled her eyes at him.

"Get back to your side of the bar, you menace."

The guy, Tommy apparently, laughed again and went back to his seat next to Buck.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"He wishes! I'm a catch!" Gina said while preparing a cocktail.

"Sure you are. If I was into women I would have made a move on you years ago." Tommy told her, looking at Buck from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction.

"If I was into men, I might have appreciated that."

"She loves me really." Tommy told Buck. "Has done since we were kids."

"He was the new kid in the neighbourhood and my mother made me go say hi and play with him. Haven't been able to get rid of him since." Gina commented, and walked away with the cocktail.

Tommy laughed and took a swig of his beer.

"So now you know my name and how my best friend was forced to befriend me... but I don't know anything about you... yet."

"Well... what do you want to know?" Buck asked, trying to tear his eyes away from Tommy's lips when he took another swig.

"Everything." Tommy replied. "But let's start with your name."

"I'm B- my name's Evan." Buck told him, holding out his hand.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at the stumble but didn't mention it.

"Nice to meet you Evan."

They talked for a while. Laughing about everything and nothing, with Tommy getting mock offended when Buck admitted he didn't know the song Tommy insisted was one of his favourites and not many of the others either.

"Hey I spent most of my twenties travelling!" Buck laughed, defending himself. He liked talking to Tommy. He was fun and friendly, and definitely easy on the eye.

Objectively speaking of course. He'd always been able to appreciate a hot guy when he saw one. Just like he'd look at hot women. It meant nothing.

"And you didn't listen to music on your travels?" Tommy asked incredulously.

"I did... but I didn't pay much attention to it I guess" Buck shrugged, taking a swing of his drink. He hadn't really kept track of how many he'd had but he was starting to feel the buzz. "My sister's..." he shook his head trying to think of a word to describe Chim's relation to him and Maddie. "My brother in law..." He settled on. "He's this movie buff and he's always rolling his eyes at me when I don't get his references."

"Not a movie guy either?"

"Not really. I get distracted. I prefer documentaries. I like learning new things." Buck explained and took a good look at Tommy, taking in the amused look on his face. "Let me guess... you're a movie buff too?"

"I like the escapism, sue me." Tommy replied. "But I'm happy to teach you all about the classics. I've been told I'm a good teacher." He smiled and leaned a little closer, and for a minute Buck thought he was about to kiss him.

And how much he wouldn't mind that. At all.

"Thomas, get your ass up here and make yourself useful, man!" the singer from the band that had been playing all night suddenly called out.

And suddenly the moment was gone. Tommy laughed, leaned back, quickly finished his beer, and got up.

"Duty calls... are you sticking around, Evan?"

"Uh y-yeah, sure."

"Great." Tommy said happily and squeezed his shoulder in passing, letting his hand linger just a fraction too long.

He walked up to the stage and someone handed him a guitar.

As the band started playing, Buck recognised the song as one of Tommy's favourites he'd pointed out to him earlier, and couldn't help but stare at the man.

He was laughing with the others and making playing the instrument look effortless.

He was confident. Interesting.

The band played a few songs before Tommy handed the guitar back to a woman Buck hadn't noticed before and he stepped off the stage again.

Buck made his way over, suddenly eager to talk to him before anyone else would have a chance to.

"Hey!" Tommy greeted him and the crinkly smile was back. "Glad you stayed."

"Y-yeah me t-too..." Buck stammered, his brain somewhat disconnected from his mouth. "S-so... you play guitar?"

"Bass actually." Tommy corrected him. "Everyone knows the bass is the most important instrument in a band." he grinned. "I've been playing since I was a teenager and I play with these guys sometimes when I'm around."

"Yeah? You sounded pretty good. You made it look so easy. I wish I could play."

"I could teach you." Tommy offered without missing a beat.

"Yeah? Is that before or after you teach me about classic movies I need to watch?" Buck tilted his head and smiled as he stepped closer to Tommy, only vaguely aware he was doing it.

Tommy glanced down at his lips.

"No reason we can't do both."

Suddenly there were two fingers under Buck's chin, tilting his face up and Tommy's lips on his for the softest first kiss he'd ever had.

It was over before Buck's brain had really caught up with what was happening and he just stared at Tommy with a dazed and confused look on his face.

"Sorry I - " Tommy started but Buck cut him off, putting a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him until neither of them could remember their own name.

~ A few days later ~

"There he is, Tommy Kinard, the man of the hour. Long time no see. " Chim said, pulling the guy that had just walked up to them in for a quick hug.

Buck couldn't get a good look at him from where he was standing. The guy was just muscles under a straining blue flight suit and slightly messy brown hair, until Chim stepped away and Buck choked on air.

Chim's buddy was the Tommy from the bar. The bassist who had turned his world upside down with two fingers under his chin in a dark corner of a bar he'd ended up in by chance.

"Let me introduce you to these two knuckleheads. This is Buck and Eddie." Chim gestured at them. "Guys this is Tommy, he used to be at the 118 when you two were just a twinkle in Bobby's eye."

Eddie stepped forward first and shook Tommy's hand.

"Eddie Diaz, thanks for helping us out."

"Sure thing. If Howie calls I answer. I owe him my life."

Eddie nodded and stepped back and gave Buck an expectant look.

"Oh. Right. Yes." Buck stammered and walked up to Tommy holding out his hand. "I'm Evan... E-Evan Buckley."

Tommy smiled as he shook his hand and Buck's knees turned to jello. Again.

"Nice to meet you Evan."

[voltaicsnail]

SHARE YOUR POKEMON OC !

I already made a "share your plasma grunt oc" post a while ago , and I decided to extend it to any kind of pokemon ocs !

The goal of this post is to group together multiple blog with Pokemon OC so we can all discover new artists to follow !

You can reblog or just use the card and tag me so I can see what you have done !

I made trainer cards based on the D/P/P game trainer cards and there is blank version at the end of the post for you to use if you want to ! You are free to introduce your oc the way you want , either by drawing, with a story , a mood board , ect.

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I would like the post to stay safe so do not share offending stuff or ships that involve a minor and an adult !!!!! Proship dni.

I'll mask the reblog if it features a ship between an adult and a canonically minor character in the game ( or vice-versa) .

and put TW if you share sensitive things as Pokemon remains a franchise highly appreciated by the youth !

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THE BLANK ID CARD FOR YOU !

Gonna introduce my OCs now !

MY OCS !

Relationship :

Zinzolin (Romantic partner)

Ghetsis ( Former leader and eternal crush of Pedro)

Atmet ( Half-brother )

Ramzi (Former best friend)

Personality : CHAOTIC EVIL

He clearly lacks compassion towards other people and tends to be uncaring and cruel , unless the person actually benefits him (Material or emotional) or is someone he is obsessed by.

He always was troublesome , but it became unmanageable when he was a teen and leaving for Team Plasma only made his flaws even more prominent.

He buries his feelings most of the time and is very rarely seen crying , as the only emotion he allows himself to express are joy and pure rage.

He could give his life for Ghetsis and clearly has a tendency to get extremely close to dominating figure and to act rebellious along them to get a reaction. However he would never do something to make Ghetsis or Zinzolin genuinely mad.

Well , not again at least.

He is pretty jolly and likes to joke around , if he was raised in other condition , he would probably had been a good person or an ok-tier one.

Fun facts :

-He loves to traumadump on people just to make them feel uneasy during lighthearted conversation.

-He never evolves his pokemon.

-His Joltik is very strong.

-He only speaks a little of Paldean but is fluent in Kalosian and Unovan.

-His special interest is Ghetsis and moss. (very similar actually)

-He keeps his injuries and the weird stuff he ates in separate note books.

-He teached the apple dance to Ghetsis and Ghetsis grounded him (he is a grown ass man)

Relationship :

Faba (it's complicated , they bully each other)

Colress (Best friend until the end of time)

Pedro (Half-brother

Personality : CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

He is an opportunist and while he doesn't lack compassion like his younger brother , he has a tendency to put his goals before other people.

He is highly focused on extraterrestrial life to the point of forgetting to sleep.

He is very expressive and emotional , he tends to ugly cry out of joy as well as sadness and anger. He wasn't always like that , he was even rather stoic as a young teen , but slowly let go of this facade growing up.

While he doesn't like hurting people , his morals can be very grey as he still befriends bad people , and tends to diminish his own mistakes. At the time , he still punish himself for the things he could have done for his brother but didn't.

His mind is always flourishing in thoughts and ideas and it makes it difficult for him to bond with people as they tend to grow very tired of his way of speaking and dominating the conversation. He does try to speak slower and less.

Fun facts :

-During his transition , he choose the name Atmet because it was the "perfect" contraction between Atmosphère and Meteor. He still thinks its a great name.

-He caught a Gothita to study the evolutionary line and was flabbergasted by its legs after it evolved into a Gothitelle.

-He loves photography

-His Beheeyem gives him migraine every time it wants a Poke bean. Which is very often.

-His glasses protect his eyes from the sand when he does stargazing on the beach.

-He still falls in tourist trap , even after living in Alola for years

-He once hid the hair gel of Colress for a month to see how his strand would act , and he was in shock to see it didn't move one bit. To this day , he thinks Colress may not be human.

Relationship :

Burgh (Romantic partner)

Clay ( Father figure)

Lenora (Good friend)

Ghetsis (Literal nightmare of Braxton)

Personality : LAWFUL GOOD

Braxton is a generally kind person that wants to help as many people and pokemon as he can.

He suffers from debilitating guilt and trauma after the event with Team Plasma and tends to be always having second thoughts about his actions.

He is very soft spoken and is a good listener.

As a teen , he often got into trouble and ended up putting himself in danger multiple time , joining Team Plasma was when he hit the bottom.

(TW : mention of addiction and SH )

As he had addiction problems in his youth , he tends to avoid place where he could enter in contact with any of the things he once took.

He took time to realize that his self isolation and his avoidance of any social event was actually a way from him to punish himself for his Plasma past , and not just because he was afraid of relapsing.

( End of the TW )

Fun facts :

-He loves spices

-He eats snow

-Snom is his favorite pokemon ever

-He is very active and loves exercising

-He choose the name Braxton after trying out multiple names for years.

-He dyes his hair and no one knows which of the two colors is the natural one.

-Clay gaslighted him into doing the league challenge so Braxton could meet new people , make friend and explore the world instead of ruminating. It worked.

-He is terrified of snake like pokemon because he was bitten by a Silicobra as kid

-He bonded with Burgh over how weird they both were. (like have you seen the memory about Burgh asking the meaning of rock to Lenora ? )

Relationship :

Alexa (Her fiancee )

Viola ( Step sister)

Wikstorm (Best friend forever)

Diantha ( Inspiration )

Personality : CHAOTIC GOOD

Pia is a non verbal performer with a very strong love for unowns.

She is very artistic , theatrical and tends to have an analytic mind.

While she looks pretty nice and gentle , she is actually savage and got into fist fight multiple time. She aspire to be a wine aunt once she reaches her fortys.

Despite her fame , she still considers herself just a random Kalosian citizen , just being recorded more often than it should.

She doesn't take shit for an answer and hates being passive , and that's why she joined the fight against Team Flare without a second thought.

While her facial expression are very hard to read , her body language is very eccentric and expressive.

Fun facts :

-The letters she chose for her Unowns have a signification

-She refuse to elaborate on her haircut

-She is autistic and adhd and has a special interest on Unown

-She can't wear nail polish or she'll cry and roll on the floor screaming in horror.

-She caught all the unown form and is trying to find them all in shinies

-Her Spritzee is really skittish around other people , but feels very safe near Pia

-She is always chewing on gums

-She binds often because she likes the pressure and looking androgynous

Relationship :

Lysandre (Romantic partner)

Emma ( Honorary daughter )

Celosia ( Lame friend (they call each other lame all the time))

Pedro (Former best friend)

Personality : TRUE NEUTRAL

Ramzi is often deemed as stupid or heedless , and while he tries to ignore it, it does sting a bit sometimes.

He does tend to act before thinking or to focus on the bigger piece , forgetting important details but he tries his best at the end of the day.

He joined Team Flare as a way to take control of his own life , away from his parent but grew fond of the delusional Lysandre.

People would call him zesty and they wouldn't be wrong. He is pretty energetic , and optimistic. He smiles a lot but also loves the dramatics.

He has this theater kid vibe which may be due to his french genetics.

While he often has this thoughtless , naive look on his face , he is actually feeling the heavy weight of what Team flare could have done if no one stopped Lysandre on his shoulder. He knows that his partner got supervised , got therapy and is overall on the right way , but he can't shake the feelings that he could have contributed in the end of the world if he didn't snap out of it in the HQ.

He actually tries to take on responsability and to be a good father figure to Emma , without loosing his jolly demeanor

Fun facts :

-Ramzi loves red and orange , and only choose his pokemon based on that.

-He is a big fan of drag shows and loves to see creative people.

-His natural hair color is a mystery and he hates taking off his glasses

-He likes watching reality TV show

-He struggles to hate people as he thinks he did too many mistakes to be able to judge someone

-He loves karaoke

-He is scared of Malva as anyone should be

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[werosmyss]

instead of writing for the stories that I actually put on ao3 for people to read I get lost in aimless garbage like this.

I have no direction with this and it's too short to post to ao3, so I'm just going to send it out into the void here if for no other reason than sheer boredom.

maybe I'll continue this and actually post to ao3, maybe I won't. I started this blog in part to get away from my perfectionist mindset surrounding fanfic and this is step one in digging myself out of that hole.

so feel free to read this weird pseudo-medieval modern magical realism radiostatic arranged marriage trope upon trope with no definitive start middle or end below the cut. No warnings, just radiostatic.

“Flowers,” The shadow-clad figure spoke before Vox could even step in the room. “How droll. I was so hoping for someone to come up with something interesting for once.” 

Vox stilled in the entryway. Should he be offended? A quick glance to his right revealed the source of the prince’s annoyance. A sturdy oak table that almost seemed to bend under the weight of what must have been dozens of bouquets— some in ornate gold-trimmed vases, some still in the paper wrap from the florists. With a flush, Vox added his own bouquet to the table, a rose arrangement with a smattering of cornflowers peeking from behind the dominant red, all sheathed in a crystalline vase with a royal blue bow. 

The dominant color of the bouquet table was red. He could pick out offerings from the other houses easily enough; bold pink lilies no doubt signified Valentino’s presence in this same room at some point. He stifled a laugh at the thought of his longtime friend attempting to play the flirt with the prince. He would be surprised if the man had survived. 

The largest, grandest bouquet certainly came from the Morningstars. It was a garish red thing, in a bold ceramic white vase with golden apple and snake imagery. Lucifer’s family was richer even than Alastor’s— he couldn’t help but wonder who was currying favors from who, there. 

Some smaller bouquets, yellow roses from Rosie and the Cannibal clan, no doubt. A black and red arrangement likely from Adam— or more appropriately his stern mother. He’d never seen Adam put that much effort into anything. Many more flowers littered the table from houses he couldn’t immediately identify. 

“Well?” He looked away from the veritable garden with a start. Red eyes glared out from the shadows at the end of the room. “Get on with it so that I might be free of your presence.”

“R-Right,” Vox brushed nonexistent dust from his coat. Of course, there had been no opportunity for his outfit to get dirty on his way here, his father had made sure of that. But the movement helped distract him enough to frantically recollect his thoughts. 

“My name is Vox. You may know my father as the CEO of VoxTek—” 

“No,” the prince waved a hand dismissively, he could just make out his silhouette in the frightfully dim room. 

“No, as in...” Vox glanced around, fighting the urge to wring his hands. “Should I—”

“No, as in I don’t know your father.” Teeth glinted in the flickering candlelight, the only source of light in the cavernous space. “Do you have any accomplishments of your own, or are you a cheap pawn like every other woefully inadequate suitor that has sullied my doorstep this week?”

“I– I– Well,” Vox frowned, usually people were clamoring to hear about his father’s business. Sure they weren’t old money like the Morningstars or commanded fear like the Cannibal clan, but everyone always wanted to hear about the next new thing. Everyone except the prince, it seemed. 

Was it concerning that the prince’s dismissal further emboldened Vox? He would have to think about that later. It wasn’t often that people asked about his accomplishments. 

Now, if he had any to speak of that weren’t tied to his father...

“I’m posed to step into the role as CEO upon my father’s retirement,” he tried. Maybe the prince liked the prospect of a stable income not tied to the sway of public opinion. After all, once his father had discovered Vox’s hypnotic powers they had both worked tirelessly to entwine that magic into every device they sold. Their products were less new and revolutionary these days, bearing more on the side of an addictive drug. 

Vox, secretly, wanted to return to the days where they had to fight to get their products on the market, where they sold based on the integrity of the craftsmanship and not on the curling strands of Vox’s hypnotism. 

But he would never tell his father that. Addiction was good. Steady, reliable money. 

Money that the prince didn’t need, he realized belatedly at the scrape of a chair. 

No figure emerged from the darkness. The prince’s voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. 

“If that’s all,” the prince spoke, “then you may leave.”

“I–” Vox tried not to make the frantic flick of his eyes noticeable as he tried to pinpoint the prince’s location. There was movement to his right, but when his gaze flicked to it he found just a shadow flickering in the candlelight. “I could give you a tour of our facilites!”

A disinterested hum echoed around the room. Vox could feel something tugging at his tailcoat, but when he spun around there was nobody there. “I could, I could, uh—” he frantically wracked his brain for anything that would make the journey home less of a tense affair, counting down the minutes until he had to face his father’s wrath for failing. Again.

The invisible force was pulling on him again, dragging him out of the room. He didn’t want to look desperate, but he wasn’t done here. Not yet.

Vox scrabbled at the door frame, finally hooking his fingers around the moulding. The force tugged harder, but didn’t try to rip at his coat. 

“Really, anything interesting?” A face appeared in the shadows before him. Less a face than two bright red eyes and a sharp grin. “Anything at all? You lasted longer than the moth, at least.”

Valentino? He’d never heard his friend described as a moth, but he supposed it was fitting, what with his poor eyesight and obnoxious little cloak. Their family was new money, like his. Their grandparents had long ago entered a business pact with another family— Velvette’s— to maintain market control over the land’s more carnal desires. 

“I brought you one other thing,” Vox offered, voice smaller than intended. His father had urged him against it, but it was a prototype of one of their newest products. 

Well, not anymore. His father had never seen the value in audio-only devices. Not when it was so much easier to draw a user in with flashy colors and fast-moving objects on a screen. Maybe if your audience was Valentino, sure. He’d gotten all the way to the prototyping stage before his father shut down the idea. 

“It was my own idea,” Vox felt the pull on his coat loose, and he straightened against the doorframe, hand falling to his pocket. “It isn’t anything special, but we aren’t putting it on the market, so I don’t...” he trailed off. The prince had appeared from thin air in front of him. Blood-red hair and ashen brown skin that bordered on the necrotic side of gray. His eyes were the same color as his hair, and glowed ever so faintly in the darkened room. 

Vox tried to clear his throat in a way that hid the growing flush on his face, hoping that the shadows would take pity on him and shroud him the same way they’d hidden the prince.  

No such luck, if the raised eyebrow he received in return was anything to go by. 

“I do so hate waiting,” the prince’s eyes expressed annoyance, but his smile remained full and toothy. “Go on,” he tucked his arms behind his back and narrowed his eyes further at Vox. 

“Right,” Vox nodded, “right,” he added more to himself. “Well, I heard through the grapevine that you might be interested in this sort of thing,” he dug through his pocket, fingers curling around a box no bigger than his palm. He lifted it out of the coat pocket, turning it over in his hand so that it wouldn’t look too terrible when he presented it to the prince. He regretted not picking up some sort of box or wrap to make the reveal a touch more grand. 

“What exactly is that?” The prince’s hands never left the small of his back, but a inky-black tendril of shadow plucked the box from Vox’s outstretched palm, bringing it closer for Alastor to inspect. “Certainly not one of those addictive little picture boxes I see about these days.”

Vox wasn’t sure if he was meant to answer or not, though a tendril of pride swelled in his chest at the thought that yes, the prince did know him— or, at least, his father’s company. Even if it seemed he didn’t have the highest opinion of their products. Take that, Lucifer Morningstar. 

“Well?” The prince’s eyes were back on him. Vox swallowed, hoping the action wasn’t too noticeable. 

“It– It’s a– well, we never got to the naming stage. It’s sort of like the TVs— the, uh, picture boxes, you mentioned. But not. For one, that’s the only one we ever made, like I said. Prototype.” He was babbling, he should shut up. The prince was staring at him with that same frozen smile. He couldn’t get a read on his emotions. Was he being annoying? His father would have told him to shut up by now. “It’s audio-only. It plays, uh, like music and stuff. Heard you... like... music.” Vox knew his face was burning, he hoped the prince wouldn’t mention it. 

Alastor just hummed, and the shadow dropped the audio box into his outstretched hand. The prince’s outstretched hand. Alastor, the prince, was holding Vox’s prototype, the silly little box that his father said would never sell in today’s market. “Music, you say? From this little thing?” There was a dial on the front, and a speaker on the inside. It could connect to VoxTek’s stations through the airwaves, could play anything they sent to the TVs, just without pictures. 

“Yeah,” Vox had embarrassed himself enough in front of the prince, a little nervous hand wringing wouldn’t hurt his image any more at this point. “It’s actually pretty cool how it works, I could tell you about it sometime—” Red eyes snapped to his own, and Vox cut himself off in stunned silence. There was something in those glowing eyes. It wasn’t an outright dismissal, he didn’t think at least. Was it mirth? Was the prince laughing at him? It was better, Vox figured, than anger. He could play the court jester, if needed. 

And it would be nice to gloat a little to Valentino. Maybe figure out what he’d said to draw the prince’s ire. Brag a little at getting Alastor to reveal himself from his shadows. 

“Yes, perhaps,” The prince turned the little box in his hand, speaking more to himself than Vox it seemed. “You may leave now, Vox.” 

He could feel his heart stop at his name coming from the prince’s mouth. Alastor didn’t deign him with a second glance, retreating back to his shadows like he hadn’t brought Vox to the very brink of death.

When he didn’t move, the pulling at his coat resumed. After a too-long beat of silence, Vox dipped into a messy bow and allowed himself to be pulled from the room. He had barely cleared the threshold when the door slammed shut. 

~

Alastor didn’t like eating dinner with his family. Not if he could help it, that is. But his father was growing impatient over his “indecision” regarding the hundreds of suitors he’d been forced to suffer through painful minutes of dull conversation with. And it helped that his mother had requested his favorite dish from the kitchen staff. 

So he ate slowly, savoring every bite as though it was his first and pointedly not looking his father in the eye. If he wanted to discuss this inane little power play, he could do it when Alastor was done with his meal. 

“How is your food, Alastor?” His mother sat across from him. The dining table was impossibly long, and it made the room feel ever emptier with the three of them crowded at the very end. Both of his parents had long since finished their food, and the only sound in the room was Alastor’s slow, contemplative chewing. 

He paused to swallow before answering. He may not be in the mood to speak with his father, but his mother was regularly pleasant company. It wouldn’t do to be rude just because the past week had been so taxing. 

“It’s delicious, as always Mother. You didn’t sneak to the kitchens to add a bit of spice, again, did you?” A teasing glint in his eye, his ever-present smile softening at its edges. His mother brought a hand to her mouth as she laughed. 

“Oh, I believe they got the picture last time, dearest.” Her curly bob bounced in time with her laughter, her smile a mirror of his own. 

Alastor was often compared to his father when it came to appearances. He was sure that it was intended as a compliment, but it only made his gut twist with disgust. How the kingdom saw his father as a ‘kind’ and ‘benevolent’ ruler was beyond him. They shared many of the same features, down to the shade of red in their glowing eyes and the black tips at the end of their hair. His father had much the same command over the shadows as Alastor, though he used them less for pranks and more to spy on the other nobles. 

His mother, however... Alastor studied her face. He had her smile, though only in the rare moments where it was genuine. Their eyes crinkled in the same way when they laughed. They had the same sense of dry humor as well, though she wasn’t a fan of the pranks he played on the staff. The lectures she gave him afterward were less about decorum and playing his role, and more about how the staff were people just like him, with families they went home to at the end of the night.

It hadn’t ended the pranks, but he had made an effort to keep them lighter— if only to not see the flash of disappointment across her face when he got caught. 

“Alastor,” his father’s gruff voice pulled him from his musings, and he felt his smile stiffen at its corners. He sat a little taller— against his will— and fought the snarl in his eyes as he turned to the man at the head of the table. His fork scraped ceramic, and Alastor realized that he had unfortunately run the timer down to its final seconds. 

“Oh, I guess I’m just about done with supper,” he hummed, gaze flicking to the plate to confirm. He speared the last savory chunk of sausage and brought it to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. 

“I don’t suppose,” he spoke again, only after swallowing the last bite and licking his lips clean, “that the staff prepared dessert?”

“You can’t dance around the topic forever, dear,” his mother chided from across the table. Her gaze was pitying, and Alastor instinctually bristled at the soft look in her eyes. He was nearly twenty years old, not a child to be coddled. 

Twenty years old. He was meant to have been married almost four years ago now. He’d stayed his father’s hand this long, why couldn’t they just leave him be? It wasn’t as though his father was going to keel over dead in the next month. He had all of the time in the world to find a suitor fit to his tastes. 

With a dramatic huff and a roll of his eyes, he turned to face his father again. He would suffer through the conversation, sure, but he wouldn’t make it easy. For anyone. 

“How was your week?” The question was innocuous enough. 

“Dreadfully boring,” Alastor drawled, inspecting his nails as though they were infinitely more interesting than the king. For all intents and purposes, they were. 

“Anybody... catch your eye?” Gods, his father was seemingly hellbent on making this conversation just as terrible, it seemed. Another similarity to add to the scoreboard: their stubbornness. 

“Not particularly,” he gave his nails another once over, picking at nonexistent dust. He flicked an imaginary particle in his fathers direction. 

“Nobody? Not that Lucifer fellow?”

Alastor found a growl rising unbidden in his throat. That Lucifer fellow had strutted into his rooms as though he owned the place, jabbering on about his parents, their neighboring kingdom, his vast riches and all that. Alastor would rather lay on a bed of nails than with that self-satisfied asshole. “Nobody,” he confirmed through clenched teeth. 

“What about the local nobles?” his mother spoke up now, and he really couldn’t project the same air of indifference in her direction, even if he tried. He settled for just avoiding her gaze. 

“Rosie was pleasant enough,” She was the only one of the nobles to not wheedle and whine about her status, after all. “Though you knew that.” 

They were old friends, him and Rosie. True, it was a smidge more awkward meeting her in an official capacity, as prince with her a prospective suitor. She was the only one he’d taken the allotted half-hour to speak with, though they mostly just caught up over tea rather than discussed the true intent of their meeting. She was also the only one to bring him something other than those garish red roses, which he appreciated. 

Well, that’s not right. Not the only one to bring something other than red roses. There had been someone else, a young man no older than him. He’d started with the flowers and the power play, like all the others, but had given him some curious little box before he left. 

“—And she’s from a respectable family, though I don’t know if I necessarily agree with her dietary choices,” he blinked, tuning in to the hushed conversation between his parents. Alastor mentally smacked himself for allowing his mind to wander. 

“None of the other nobles caught your eye?” his father addressed him again. Alastor narrowed his eyes. They should be thankful he even mentioned Rosie. If he was forced to cohabit with anyone other than his shadows, then it may as well be the only person he even considered a friend. 

Though, the thought of doing anything else with Rosie made bile stir in his throat. He pushed the very idea to the far recesses of his mind. Surely they didn’t actually expect him to sire an heir. 

Right?

It was a power play, Alastor knew that much. They want him to go for the Morningstar, that would be the most advantageous to their current position. More power on the world stage, and the incompatibility of their biology with the goal of producing an heir would be brushed under the rug and forgotten about. With any luck, whatever suitor he got stuck with would disappear once the political benefits had been reaped on both sides, and Alastor could return to his pleasant life of solitude. 

They want him to go for the smart decision politically. Alastor flipped through his mental rolodex of suitors— the ones memorable enough to stay in his mind, that is. The Morningstar would be top of his father’s list. Then the Von Eldritch, or the young Goetia boy— though they couldn’t hardly expect him to be interested in someone who was barely of age! After them, he assumed his father would have minimal complaints about some of the higher nobility of their own kingdom. Rosie they seemed to all agree on, though he didn’t share their discontent over her diet. 

He mentally ticked off more of the nobility. Zestial was a few years older than him, but he had been rather stimulating conversation. Carmine was more of a bother than her status was worth, and she hadn’t seemed too interested in his array of conversation starters. 

Back when he’d had conversation starters, when he was trying, if only for his mother’s sake. The books had drawn some attention, as had the piano in the corner. But he’d quickly done away with them as conversations rehashed themselves. By the end, he was dismissing people just for introducing themselves wrong. 

His thoughts trailed back to the boy with the box. He wasn’t nobility. He was the son of some businessman in town. His parents would hate for Alastor to be interested in someone of such low status. 

His grin slipped into something a touch more sinister. His parents wanted to play games? Use him as a little pawn on the world stage?

“There was one more...” he hummed, his parents both perking up at his sudden re-introduction to the conversation. 

He could play games.

[postersofleon]

The Benefits of the Ants

After traveling the world, a family of old wealth discover their daughter is quieter than usual. Despite calling her over dramatic behind her back, they still worry about her. In that worry, they bring a garden expert to fix up the green house they left alone. That's when Leon met the quietest girl he had ever seen, and he had to explain to her why he doesn't kill ants.

Content: fluff and slight angst

Notes: afab fem!reader; i literally dreamt this I don't know why; soft leon; reader is kinda immature; ada cameo because I love her (she is vibing); i think that's all?

taglist: @argreion

"Honey, what's wrong?" The husband asked the woman of the house. The wife replied with a pout, "No space for my shoes." It was unusual for them to fit after she bought piles and piles of shoes; Heels from France, sandels from Greece, and those flapper shoes his wife had grown intrigued to weak to make herself pretty. Odd little things that like that would usually cause a friendly discussion, but what bothered him was the home he left behind.

The once beautiful home just covered in spiders and dust bunnies, but at least the economic boom. His once ten year old child was now a strong twenty five year old who would marry and find the time to find a man. The man was proud of it, but... he was worried about his second child.

He didn't like being blunt in his life, but the second one, oh, she was his favorite.

She was exactly like his grandfather. Quiet and would only speak in small whispers. She wasn't loud as her mother, but still loud enough to not let a man push her over. Not as strong as her older sister, but still as tough as marble.

His youngest daughter was the star of his life and seeing this. Her sad demeanor just made the man ignore his wife's cries for things to be clean. "Butterfly," The man of the house held his daughter, "What's wrong?"

A pout. "I..." She couldn't find the words to explain her frustration. Being back home should bring her happiness, but seeing old room of her childhood just covered with dust. Her old Barbie dolls just frozen in time, stuck in those positions.

It felt stupid to complain, so she just stayed quiet.

The family hired new maids to clean up the mess, cleaning the details as the man of the house stayed in the basement. Muttering an apology to the women when he came in and out of that basement.

"What are you going to do? Stay with mom and dad?" The eldest sister asked. It was not to offend her young sister, but it was worrying that she wasn't even trying to find a romantic partner. Love of a parent or even family is enough, but the youngest didn't even have a friend.

She sighed, "I, I don't know." She poked on a wet wall that the crew were painting, "I just..." Her finger was now that dark green color their mother loved. "I wish I can understand myself." Her index finger and gently rubbed together to spread the paint, "I'll be outside."

-

The father knew his daughter spent so much time outside, hiding away from the crew and her own family. Her childhood room was empty, ready to be decorated by her new interests, but the new issue was coming in. Four large walls weren't home for her anymore. Every Saturday, his daughter would hide away near the lake.

Thoughts went in and out of the man's head. How can he assure that his daughter will stay... at least near home.

Until that's when he had a thought.

The old green house.

-

You were about to go out, explore what else you could learn from this place until you saw a sandy mop of hair. From the distance, it looked like a guy - a young guy who was crouched down on the floor. Butt lifted up to the sky, which caused you to laugh.

Once hearing your laughter, the guy tried to stand up and smacked his head on one of those wooden tables. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?" This was a different voice that you haven't heard. You stepped back to give space to the guy. He sat up and looked up.

He was strange in a way. His blue eyes couldn't even look properly at you, "Um, hi." His legs crossed underneath him. "Ma'am." He added awkwardly.

"Hi?" You slowly said. You didn't know what else to say, so you just left the guy sitting on the ground. Maybe he had a good reason to be messing around down there, and who were you to judge him. Dad probably hired him.

Your boots stepped over the dead leaves, and a crunch appeared every once in a while. You opened the door and left to go outside the other place of the home. The green house was busy being taken care of.

It was exhausting once you lay on the ground of the tall grass. The warm sun was just keeping you a nice temperature. Away from the world by being in the world. You closed your eyes, and a shadow appeared, "Tell mom I'm busy." You muttered before opening your eyes.

Once you looked properly, you saw your father, "Butterfly," He sat down beside you and quickly followed his direction, "Can you help Leon with the green house?"

Immediately, your answer was begging to be a huge no. You didn't want to help a strange guy because... he was doing his job and you'll be the idiot asking him stupid questions. "Do," You played with your jeans, "Do I have to?"

"Please, I want you to make a friend." Your father patted your shoulder. He was pleading with you to give a stranger a chance.

"Fine." You forced those words out.

-

The next couple of days, you were forcibly hanging out with Leon, and you didn't want to be mean. He seemed like a nice guy willing to teach you about soil, but by the way he spoke to you: it was fairly obvious to tell this was just a hobby he kind of liked.

"You have to be gentle with the animals around you." Leon cleaned his face with a dirty rag. You two just sat on the ground as he gave you another lesson. "To plant. You need to understand that not all insects are bad for your flowers and such."

You nodded your head.

"Okay."

Leon smiled.

Little by little, you were getting used to his awkward smiles and his butt chin. Those were the first things you saw of him. His blond hair was his main focus, but it was always dirty with soil. A maid accidentally interrupted the pair to hand them glasses of lemonade, "Thank you, Ada." You whispered softly. Leon thanked her as well, and the maid left with a bow.

You thought about it for a second and realized what time it was. Lunch.

Leon clapped his hands, "So, we have to prepare the soil before we plant the greens." You lifted your sandwich you were eating, giving him the sign he forgot to eat again. Leon groaned softly, "Okay, okay." He unwrapped his plastic wrapping and peeled out a sandwich.

He smiled again at you.

You smiled back at him.

After all, being kind to Leon doesn't seem to have consequences.

Leon took a bite of his sandwich, his eyes were stuck on you, "So, why did your family move a lot?" You knew he meant well and didn't just want to pry on your life, but it was such a complicated answer that you didn't even have. "My dad's job made him travel a lot. He went to Spain and Africa a lot, but I was mostly stuck in the boat that took us place to place." You answered

His eyebrow lifted up, "Oh, that's interesting." Leon pinched the tip of his nose, "Where was your favorite place to go?" He asked.

"I liked..." You sighed softly, trying to think of a place where you actually remembered stepping out of the boat, "I guess I liked Brazil."

Leon's eyes widen, "Wow, so you really traveled everywhere, huh?" You nodded again, "I did," Your eyes trailed down at the insects running around them get food that fell. Your finger carefully floated around one of the ants to kill it.

"Don't kill it." Leon muttered softly.

"They bite." You answer back.

Leon broke up a piece of his sandwich and put it on the ground. In an instinct, you leaned forward to see the ants slowly move close to the piece of sandwich. "All living things have a purpose." Leon smiled again at you.

"Yeah, until the purpose becomes death." You put your finger to interrupt the ants, "Dad said death gives us pain and a friendly reminder that we are easy to be replaced." The ants avoided your finger and headed to get piece of sandwich.

There's was a small pause between you two. God, you sucked at conversations. "Sorry." You muttered softly.

"Well," Leon sighed, "Ants are needed in a garden. And it's okay." He ate the remaining of his sandwich and stood up. You broke a piece of yours and threw it to the ants. "So, now what?" You asked.

Leon smiled, "You," He placed his hand over your head, "You are great." In those exact words, you quickly understood the type of woman you were.

-

As the green house was slowly forming itself, you were seeing as Leon was carefully planting a green sort of plant with no smell or anything special. "Oh, what is that?" You asked. Leon covered the roots, "This is a Fidi." He said.

"Ooh," You leaned close to look at the plant, there was nothing that made this plant interesting, "So?" Your eyes slowly glanced to see Leon. The blond guy laughed softly, "Well, c'mon, you can't be mean with plants." Your finger gently moved a leaf, "What's its purpose?" You asked Leon.

"It helps heal wounds." Leon gently removed a leaf and put it in his mouth. You looked at Leon as he chewed it into paste. He pulled it out of his mouth, "The taste of it removes parasites from your body as well. It's a very beneficial plant to have around." Leon explained. He showed a small cut he had and put it on it. You couldn't help but giggled excitedly at what you saw, "And what? Does it help you?"

Leon laughed softly, "Yeah, it helps."

You two had your lunch again and juice served by Ada. Once you looked down again, you saw the ants there again, "Are they smart?" You asked Leon. Leon shrugged, "In my mind," He broke up a piece of the sandwich and gave it to the ants, "Once they recognized you to not be a problem, they'll stop biting."

Once again you followed Leon's actions, not because you believed him it was because he did it.

"Leon," You began slowly, "Why are you a gardener?"

Leon removed the green paste from his hand, "Well, I am saving up money to go to my police academy or to have enough money to live comfortably." Your cheeks warmed up, "A cop?"

Leon didn't seem like a cop sort of guy, he seemed happy enough to plant the dumb Fidi. Your head tilted a bit, "Why?"

Leon took a drink of lemonade, "Well, I like the idea of helping people." Your eyes looked down, you had your own experiences with cops, and they all vary. You met a blond guy who worked for rescue, he spoke firmly against your father and then a chubby man came and scream at your father again. Then a couple of cops who actually spoke kindly to her.

"Well, I hope you are a good guy."

He smiled again. Strangely enough, your cheeks warmed up for a different reason now.

-

Leon enjoyed his time with you nearly every time. You were still very quiet around your family, but you always smiled when he was around. When he had to do heavy lifting, you tried to help him lift the heavy stuff as well.

Slowly, the green house was filling up flowers, vegetables, and herbs. Which meant Leon's job was nearly done. You wanted to be nice for all of his actions, and so you decided to give him a small party. It was strange to give him a party alone so you asked your mother for help.

You didn't want to make Leon feel overwhelmed because you yourself would be overwhelmed by the attention. Ugh, maybe not a party.

You didn't know what gift to even give him. Slowly, you decided to gift him a bottle of whiskey from Mexico. Gah! Your feelings were completely simulating in the worst way when your eyes met Leon.

"Leon..." Your voice was nearly breathless as you approached him. "Here." You felt your ears burning up. Leon laughed awkwardly. He looked down at the bag, "Whiskey?"

You nodded your head, "Yeah, I... I know most people gift those things." Leon nodded his head as he slowly pulled out the gift. Your cheeks burned as he pulled out a 'Wow.'

You turned around, unable to look at Leon anymore. Gosh, Leon made you feel so many things, and it was... nice. "Looks expensive." Leon whispered softly. Another nod from your side. "It is..." Your fingers began to play the edges of your shirt.

Leon smiled, "Well, how about..." His own cheeks turned red, "How about you and I share a glass of it when I finish my police academy?" Your eyes turned into stars.

"Yeah..."

-

Life without Leon sucked. You didn't want to admit it, but you missed his conversation and his dumb goofy smile. At least Ada was good company, she tried comforting you yet it didn't feel the same. "I miss Leon." You mumbled softly to Ada. Ada nodded her head, "I can see that, miss."

Your father smiled. It was heartwarming to see you like this, "Butterfly, you can send him a letter."

"I don't wanna annoy him." You mumbled to him. Leon was going to be a cop so the idea of just sending a letter. It seemed childish when he just left two days ago. You went outside to the green garden, and those dumb feelings of sadness came.

Ada quickly followed you, "Miss?"

"I don't feel good, Ada." You mumbled softly. Your fingers began to rub with each other; it was the only way to ease you down right now. "I... really like Leon." Ada nodded her head, "I can tell." She smiled kindly at you.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, "D-do you think Leon knew?" Before Ada could answer, an ant bit her, "Are you okay?" You asked. Ada nodded her head, "Yeah, it just burns for a while." She whispered softly.

-

As the family slept, Ada grabbed her phone and sighed softly. "Wesker, the butterfly is trapped."

-

In the end, Leon never got your letter. Leon felt stupid to even have a crush on a rich girl so he never tried to call or check on you. He was hired to Raccoon City's police department, but it was too badly affected by a zombie attack. He was trapped in the police's parking garage and a dog attacked him. Someone shot the zombie dog and he looked up.

"Ada?"

[sketching-pasketti]

Oh hey look it's the longest fucking post I'll ever make

Proxy Headcannons

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General Headcannons:

All of them hate Slender but literally can't do anything about it cause he controls them

Everyone hates Tim but love Brian

Toby is a gremlin

Individual Headcannons (Masky/Tim):

"Oh I'm a whore for red velvet cake" "Yeah, Tim you say that everytime we go get cake"

Smells like cologne and cigarettes

Tired 24/7

Probably hates Slender the most out of all of them

Loves Five Guys a lot for some reason

"Uh, half of y'all have criminal records and the other half are supernatural creatures, no shit Slender won't let y'all work"

Says "y'all" a lot even though he's not southern (me too tho)

Cannot stand county music

A metalhead

Coffee addict

Calls people nicknames sometimes (example: Kate;Katie, Lulu;Lu, Lazari:Lazii, Kate:Katester)

"Ow? My ass?? What the hell, Katie????"

Speaks 4 languages

Can't stand Jeff

"You smell like cigarettes and it's really repulsive" "Okay?? You smell like weed, shut up"

Kicks ass at Mario Kart Wii

Also kicks ass at Wii Sports

Individual Headcannons (Hoodie/Brian):

"I pay for all of you guys' food so I don't think you get to say anything"

Is always either in his room or out at the store

Disappears for literally months and then comes back like nothing happened

Low-key has a (b)romance with Tim

Babysits Sally

A swiftie

Really likes Hits Different

Assigns people random emojis to their names

Examples are Tim(🚬), Toby(👹), Kate(🥺), Jeff(🔪)

Plays visual novels in secret

Not really though, cause Slender knows

Really good friends with Jane and her wife

Doesn't like how itchy his mask is

Wants to run Offender over with a car

Individual Headcannons (Toby):

Screams Taylor Swift lyrics at people who piss him off (*cough cough* Tim *cough cough* ex; "LET'S FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER" "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU RODGERS??")

Also blasts music at ungodly hours

Heavily annoyed that Tim is the only one that Slender trusts to help with his tic attacks

Heard Jeff snort crack once and now that noise is a tic of his

Names his hatchets

"oh no"s randomly

Threw an egg at Slender once

Screams the lyrics to the songs he listens to

Has a collection of shiny things he's stolen from his victims

Honks (goose or car, you decide)

5'8"

Ate glue on multiple occasions

Didn't even notice it was glue actually until Brian told him

Tastes Jane's candles (she gets very upset at this)

Bites people

Forgets he chewed the side of his mouth off and gets shocked when he looks in the mirror

Rare whisper boy

His grandparents taught him German and now he has an accent and everything

Drew on all of his Converse

Perches on the stair railing

Sleeps in the starfish position

Individual Headcannons (Kate):

Also draws on her Converse

Draws everyone and everything

Painted most of the pictures Slender has in his office

Helps Toby collect shiny things

Hunches over like the hunchback of Notre Dame whenever she's doing something

Her back hurts constantly

Mapped the house so she wouldn't get lost

Whisper girl

Pierced her nose by herself (and made a huge fucking mess)

Let's Sally do her makeup

Slaps Tim's ass everytime he walks past her

Eats crayons on purpose

Vomits each time though

Has a large vinyl collection

And a Funko pop collection

Uses "🥺" unironically

Can ice skate

[thefiery-phoenix]

Ik you’ve got most the hp charecters with an Indian reader, but what about yan. Blaise zabini with an Indian reader lol?

YANDERE BLAISE ZABINI X INDIAN READER

If this offended anyone I apologize in advance, my intention was not to offend you and if you feel offended by it, I'll take it down

He was supposed to hate you and loathe every single part of you, he hated the way you sounded so melodious when you spoke in your native language with someone or when he saw you in those beautiful Ghagra cholis and sarees and lehangas. He hated the way his heart grew soft and warm when it came to you and yet he finds himself getting drawn towards you. He's appalled at himself for taking an interest in you and yet he despises seeing you hanging around those gits from Gryffindor and his eyes narrow to slits whenever he sees you laughing at something that blood traitor Weasley said. It infuriates him even more when you speak to other people about your culture except for him, it's like you're indirectly telling him that he's not good enough for you. How dare you give your attention to someone else other than him? He doesn't really make an issue and a scene about it though, he just broods with a stoic yet seething rage bubbling inside him whenever you interact with someone that's not him

One day during the Potions class, you got berated by Snape for messing up the potion and your eyes prickled with tears as you huffed under your breath. "Vedhava...gadidha mokhamoda(Translation from Telugu to English: Donkey faced fool) '' you grumbled to yourself under your breath and Blaise was intrigued by what you said. Of course, part of him felt slightly bad and somewhat sympathetic when he saw your eyes prickle with tears but his feelings of sympathy was thrown out the damn window when he spotted one of your pesky friends telling you that he'd tutor you later in Potions. After a somewhat polite yet life threatening chat which involved Blaise threatening to use the unforgivable curses on your annoying friend after slamming him against the wall, he found you in the library reading as he smirked to himself, feeling proud that he was finally able to have his moment with you

However he managed to compose himself and maintained his usual stoic demeanor and approached you as he pulled a chair next to you and sat next to you coming up with an instant excuse for his actions. "Professor Snape asked me to tutor you in Potions since you're absolutely deplorable at it'' he replied as you rolled your eyes but sighed as you accepted your fate. You expected him to be condescending and rude because of the way he was with the other people but with you, he was surprisingly patient. His eyes would often trail towards your hands which was covered in Mehendi designs to your arms and he couldn't help but think that your hands looked stunning with those intricate floral patterns on your hands. "What's that on your hand?" he asked you and you told him about your cousin's wedding that you attend a month ago and he seemed quite interested in listening to more about your culture and traditions

At the end of the tutoring session, he asked you what exactly you'd muttered during the Potions class and when you told him about it, his lips tugged upwards into an amused grin and let out a soft chuckle. You definitely were an interesting one in his eyes. As a way of thanking him for tutoring you, you decided to treat him to some of your favorite Darjeeling tea and he watched your beautiful mehendi designed hands prepare some Darjeeling tea for him. He took one sip and was instantly impressed with the enriching taste and flavor and let out a quiet approving hum of contentment while the two of you sat in comfortable silence drinking Darjeeling tea. You told him you'd visited Darjeeling when you were a kid and spoke of the lush greenery there and how it's mainly known for its tea and the scenic breathtaking views of especially the Kanchenjunga mountains. He listened to your every word with rapt attention and his mind started wandering and thinking about scenarios of the two of you heading to Darjeeling one day. There was no denying it anymore, he was growing infatuated with you

He adores seeing how flustered you get when he picks up speaking in Hindi just to see your embarrassed expressions. He'll pick up speaking those romantic quotes called Shayaris to see you blush and he finds it endearing how you're at a loss for words. He has a smirk on his face as he caresses your cheek and spouts out a Shayari like "Gulmohar, Harisinghar aur Palash ke phool jis mausam mein din raat barsenge, barrish ki tarah main milunga tumse...(Translation from Hindi to English: Like the flowers of the Gulmohar, the Harisinghar and the palash that shower on you day and night, the same way my love for you never fades away just like the continuous rains of the monsoon. Taken from the TV show Prithvi Vallabh which is one of my FAVORITE shows of all time in Indian TV shows). You just stare at him and he loves the way you look so surprised and caught off guard

He's very interested in knowing more about your culture and traditions and will do some research and read books to know more and is pleasantly surprised when you can even speak in Hindi as well. He's very fascinated with the Indian epics such as the Mahabharata and the Ramayana and tales of Indian gods and goddesses as well. He likes to hear about Arundhati and Vashishta as the perfect couple and thinks very highly of the pure spiritual love Lord Krishna and Radha have for each other. You've introduced him to Indian delicacies such as Chole Bhature(It is a combination of fried bread called Bhatura and spicy chickpeas which are called chole), Dosas(A dosa is a thin, savory crepe in South Indian cuisine made from a fermented batter of ground white gram and rice. Dosas are served hot, often with chutney and sambar), Vada Pavs(A vegetarian fast food dish native to the Indian state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun sliced almost in half through the middle. It is generally accompanied with one or more chutneys and a green chili pepper) and such but his favorite would have to be the Aloo Parathas(North Indian whole wheat flabreads with a spiced potato filling), he loves the way the spices blend together and likes the savory taste of the cold curd to go along with it

He can understand why Chai(Tea) is an emotion for you, he looks forward to having garam masala chai with you during the evenings especially when it rains, while the two of you listen to songs of popular singers such as Arjith Singh, Armaan Malik, Sid Sriram and Anirudh Ravichander while there's only the light of the Diya(An Oil lamp) to illuminate the room to make it more romantic and serene

He's somewhat amused with you complaining about the lack of logic in Indian movies sometimes but likes watching them with you. He likes the detail and cinematography that goes into making such films, especially RRR and Padmaavat. As much as he'd never admit it to you out loud for the sake of his ego, he actually likes movies which have sentimental meanings behind them such as Taare Zameen Par, 12th Fail, Chhichhore and 3 Idiots and such. There are Indian TV shows he likes watching with you as well such as Yeh Un Dino Ki baat hai, which he thinks is quite a nice love story between Naina and Sameer, Operation MBBS, Kota Factory and such. The two of you like making fun of the illogical scenes that take place in TV shows that defy the laws of physics and humanity like a lady literally falling into a suitcase, someone literally picking off a piece of the moon and such which amuse him greatly but likes to listen to you rant about it while he has an amused smile on his face. He also thinks it's quite adorable and cute whenever you switch to cussing in Hindi

When you tell him about the burden you've faced as a kid from your parents and relatives and how they always expected you to be the so called golden child of the family, he could sense your sadness which made him infuriated with your family. His expression instantly soured when you told him about your struggles regarding your education before you arrived at Hogwarts and his jaw clenched slightly in anger. He simply held your hand and traced gentle patterns on the back of your hand while you both sat in comfortable silence. He didn't like the way your parents compared you to other people, frankly he thought they were quite blind and silly not to realize how talented and precious you were. His heart truly does go out for you when he hears about how you've questioned your self worth plenty of times just because you got horrible scores before which fuels his obsession to protect you and keep you safe from such nonsense and toxicity

Of course, there are times when he does get insanely possessive as well and for a completely IRRATIONAL reason too. He heard you play the Veena and the flute and he felt himself getting lost in the magic of your melodious tunes, it was like you played the songs of the gods. He had a soft smile on his face, reserved solely for you when he saw your face etched in concentration while you created the most soulful music he'd ever heard. His mind started thinking of other people hearing your music which filled his heart with a cold fury. No one else deserved to hear your melody, it was meant and reserved only for him, the rest were all undeserving scumbags and prats in his opinion. The first time he saw you in a Bharatnatyam or Kuchipudi dance getup, he swore to Merlin his heart almost stopped beating. You looked like a goddess or an apsara who descended from the heavens above as you looked ethereal and had that radiant glow on you with your jewelry, your dress, your makeup and the jasmine flowers adorning your silky smooth hair. He couldn't take his eyes off you as his eyes followed your every movement when you danced, you were truly an Indian goddess, the way your eye movements coordinated with your leg movements and the Mudras when you performed your dance with the sound of the anklets resonating around you...you looked divine. After your dance was done, he told you that you did a wonderful dance and complimented you for it. If you're struggling to remove your anklets he'll put your foot on his lap and smirk in amusement at your bashful expression while he helps you take off your anklets

You'll invite him to one of your cousin's weddings at some point and he's very intrigued by everything that happens there. He'll be dressed in a gold and green kurta while you're dressed in a green Ghagra choli or a green saree with intricate gold borders and your body would be adorned with gold jewelry and you'd have the traditional maang tikka(An ornament worn on the forehead) and he'd just stare at you unable to say anything for a few seconds as he drinks in your elegance and radiant divine beauty. While your cousin is dressed in the red bridal saree, he can't wait for you to be dressed in a red bridal saree as well getting married to him. He pays close attention to detail and all the traditional customs and rituals, he likes the way the bride and the groom go around the holy Yagnam 7 times, he thinks it's a nice way of offering vows in the presence of the fire to unite the couple. After the wedding ceremony was finished, you and Blaise were at the banquet hall for the dinner and you mentioned that you were heading to the food counters to get some desserts. No sooner had you gone there, some guy snuck his arm around your waist and started hitting on you with all sorts of cheesy pick up lines. Blaise spotted this and his eyes narrowed to slits as he strode towards you and the guy and twisted his hand. If you think he'd be spared, you thought wrong. He'd personally deal with the bloody git who dared to touch you by cornering him in a secluded area away from the guests and use the Sectumsempra spell on him and feels sadistic pleasure course through his veins as the guy is now convulsing and twitching on the ground losing liters of blood while you remain blissfully unaware of his dark twisted tendencies he terms as love for you

If someone decides to ever make fun of your culture or hurt you in any way, they better hope and PRAY that lord Shani is in a decent mood because Blaise will NOT take such things lightly. He won't give them the satisfaction of a quick death, he'll make it slow and agonizing as possible taking his own sweet time while he has a sadistic grin etched on his face, relishing in the screams of agony of the schmuck who made the mistake of tormenting you. After light of the world finally leaves their eyes, he'll be satisfied and to cheer you up, he'll bring a box of your favorite assortment of sweets such as the Kaju Burfi, the coconut laddoos, the kalakands and a few packets of your favorite snacks such as the iconic Haldirams mixture packets and such where the two of you would spend time in each other's company listening to your favorite Indian songs

It was only a matter of time before he would 'save you' from all the darkness of society in the Wizarding World by taking you for himself and having a traditional Indian wedding to marry you, even if he has to stain his hands with more blood to ensure this dream of his turns into a reality...

[nikitaxlee]

All Yours?/ Possessive/Obsessive Felix X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Obsessive/Jealous/Possessive Felix, Smut, kinky sex, Mentions of murder. Light breeding.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to request anything for I am new and need ideas.

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You were plagued on felix's mind 24/7. He constantly thought about you, and was inextricably obsessed with you. "Fuck, baby, just like that. Right there- Holy shit, Fuck I'm cumming all over those pretty tits."

Felix had his phone in his right hand as he jerked himself off to a picture on your Instagram. You had a nice top with a lower neckline but not to much. You had tagged Felix due to the fact he had taken the photo. How could he not jump at the chance to have a photo of you. Especially in moments like this when he craved sweet release.

"Shit, Mommy, I can't, I fucking can't hold out any longer, I-I Need it I need you, baby." Finally he released his load all over his hand and phone.

As he came down from his high, Post-nut clarity hit him hard. He realized he had a date with you this afternoon and needed to shower and get ready. He put on an nice white, linen button up, unbuttoning the first few buttons enough to show his defined collarbone. He grabbed his phone, which he had cleaned off, and wallet and walked out the door to his car.

As he drove to the cafe he played one of your playlists while imagining blowing your back out to one of them. As he arrived to the cafe he noticed your undeniable beauty sitting at a table with a guy.

Wait... With a guy? That couldn't be right. Felix was the only guy who could speak to you. Make you smile. And even just look at your sexy features. Felix rushed to the scene. 'I'm about to kill this fucking asshole, who the fuck does he think he is? He should know a pretty girl like my Y/N is taken.'

"Y/N? Ready to go?"

"Oh! Hey babe! Meet Salomon, he's from Australia as well! Brisbane actually!" You said as you shot Salomon a smile.

"Oh, cool. That's really cool. But we should go now. We have a date planned." Felix said as he gave Salomon a fake sincere smile.

'I don't know how much I can fucking take before I snap.'

"Bye Salomon! I'll talk to you later." You said as you waved goodbye.

Later. What the fuck does she mean by later. There is no later.

And you too continued walking

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4 Hours later

Felix walked into the scene of you sitting on the couch tapping away on your fun happily. He enjoyed seeing you smile in his presence. He wanted you to be happy with him all the time.

"Whatcha doing babe, Playing a game?" Asked Felix.

"Yeah, Something like that."

Felix went to cook dinner for the 2 of you to finish up such a wonderful day. He heard you giggle in the next room over. Then he heard it again, then again, and once more, again. He finally decided to check on you to see what was so funny. He silently crept up from behind in hopes he could see what you were doing

He noticed you were texting someone and at first he thought it was one of your friends. Until he noticed the contact name.

'Salomon <3'

He snatched your phone out of your hands as rage overcame him. "What the fuck Y/N, What makes you think you can just go about texting another man when you have a boyfriend right here that would love to talk to you." He sounded genuinely hurt and offended that you would even think about another man around him. So you felt bad.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be so offended, I was just bonding with-"

"NO, this is our time together." With that he grabbed by the neck and pulled you in to kiss him. The kiss hushed some of his terrible thoughts about killing Salomon but he could still feel the jealousy.

Felix laid you down onto the couch as he took off the tanktop he was wearing. He let out a deep whimper as you caressed his abs.

"Mhm- Fuckkk please touch me Y/N, Show me your mine, Show me I can put a baby in you. Show me I can fuck you better than he would ever. Show me I'm all yours."

You slipped your hand into his pants as you felt him up. You moaned as you felt his cock pulsing waiting to be used.

"Baby, please, I can't wait. Let me just put it in, Let me fuck a baby into you so everybody knows I'm yours as you are mine. So Salomon knows he will NEVER get you as long as I'm around."

You nodded as he pulled down his sweats and boxers and started jerking off his cock. He honestly felt bad he didn't eat you out or at least finger you, but this was you punishment for even thinking of another guy.

As he pushed in, inch by inch, you let out a high pitched moan. He started fucking deep and slow.

"Yes babe, yes take it. Take it all. Suck up all my cum with that tight, needy hole. I want you to be pregnant by the end of this month."

He picked up the pace and kept waves of pleasure moving through you. He know every nook and cranny, every spot, every detail, and he knew that he would make you cum harder than any other bastard that even dared to try. But he knew they wouldn't, because they'd be dead. As you moaned his name you felt him pulse inside of you cueing he was cumming. Suddenly he slammed his hand onto the end of the couch and pounded you.

"Cum, Cum for me, cum so fuckin- ahhh, yes, yes, yes"

He moaned as he released inside of you causing you to orgasm. As you both came down from your high. Felix gave you a deep, passionate kiss before saying, "Mine."

He carried you up to the shower before running it for you and hopping in.

"Y/N, You know I love you so much and I'm serious about putting a baby in you."

"Slow your roll pretty boy, You need to marry me first."

"I guess I will then."

[mrsriddles-blog]

Set You Up | N.S

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x bsf fem reader

WC: 1.2k+

Warnings/Notes: mild language…

Summary: nicks best friend—soul sister as you two refer to it, and you notice he seems to be struggling with something and learn he’s having a hard time with Matt and Chris being in love and having someone while he has no one…so you make it your mission to set him up.

You had been friends with the triplets since your were babies. You even went as far as having a friends with benefits with Matt. But, you definitely were Nick's soul sister. You clicked with Nick the most and understood him the most. It was something his brothers thanked God for on the daily because Nick was pretty private with his thoughts and feelings. He liked to believe he had to keep it all to himself as he was older than Matt and Chris, but also because he felt like his problems would affect Justin. 

But, he had you. He confided with you about everything, like you tell him everything. The house was quiet today, the air was tense and everyone knew something was going on with Nick. You slowly exit Matt's room, wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. He was shirtless, sitting on the couch with Chris. You glance at the balcony doors and see Nick. You bite your lip as something feels off. 

Your feet were dragging you towards him, your eyes locked him and unable to even acknowledge Matt and Chris who waved and mumbled a "morning". You step outside and take a seat next to Nick who was staring at the sunrise. 

"Don't touch me. You were with Matt last night you grosso." He grumbles. 

"What's wrong?" You ask, not offended by his comment. 

That was Nick for you. You could see he was trying to be funny despite something severely bothering him. You settle on resting a hand on his back, gently rubbing it. 

"Nothing is wrong." He snaps, pulling away from you. 

"Yes, there is something wrong. You can talk to me, Nick. Did I do something?" You ask, suddenly becoming self-conscious as he had never pulled away from you like this before.

He was putting walls up; even against you. You bite your lip, watching his jaw clench and unclench. His nostrils flare as he lets a deep sigh out. 

"Chris is talking to someone." He mumbles.

"Oh? Is it someone you don't like?" You ask.

"No...she's amazing. They are meant to be." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

You hesitantly move closer, putting a hand on his back again as you rub it. He relaxes, sighing as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

"Then what's wrong with him talking to someone?" You ask. 

"Chris is talking to someone...you and Matt are 'friends with benefits' when in reality you both like each other, but are too scared to talk to each...and then there's me." He sighs. 

"Ohhh...I see." You say, smiling slightly.

"What's that suppose to mean?" He asks defensively. 

"Will you allow me to do something to help you for once?" You ask.

"Why?" He deadpans and you chuckle.

"Because I want to see my best friend happy and in love too." You say.

"I don't know if I can trust you." He mumbles suspiciously. 

You laugh, gently shoving at him and he sits up to study you. You grin at him slyly as you slowly stand. He tilts his head as he gives you "the look" which is his way of warning you not to do what your thinking. You laugh and throw the door open as you run through their house with him hot on your heels and yelling at you to stop. 

"I'll tell your biggest secret!" He threatens. 

You freeze before he tackles you to the ground. You groan, struggling to get out from underneath him. You elbow him in the ribs and he rolls off you with a wheeze. You stand and look down at him with your hands on your hips as you glare at him. 

"Sir, we took in oath. You cannot speak of anything we confide in privacy unless you are given permission to blurt it out." You scold.

"It got you to stop though." He says with a grin.

"Or did it?" You say, smirking slyly as he pales.

"No, you wipe that wicked look off your face. You are up to something. Wipe that mind clean and rethink what your planning on doing." He warns as he pushes at your legs as he gets up.

You huff, stumbling backwards before jumping on his back and he tries to get you off him, claiming how gross this is because you were with Matt. 

"Matt! Get your gremlin!" Nick shouts. 

Matt chuckles, standing as he pulls you off Nick who gives you a warning glare before heading off to his room. You grin as you face his brothers who look mildly concerned. 

"I see why Nick doesn't like that face." Chris says. 

"Why was he so upset?" Matt asks. 

"Can't talk right now, boys. I got some errands to run in order to pull the strings I'm pulling. You three should go to the mall...get an outfit for a party. I guess I'll throw a one million party after all." You sigh before grinning again.

"Oh?" Matt questions, knowing how adamant you were to not have a party.

"The outcome will be worth it. I just have to play my cards right." You mumble, turning and walking away. 

"Tara and you know how to party plan." Nick says, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he refuses to look at you or his brothers. 

Matt had a hand on your lower back while Chris was talking with the girl he had been talking with for awhile. You smile sadly, knowing how hard this was for Nick. 

"Nick! Meet my friend, Lorenzo. Just call him Enzo though." You murmur, resting a hand on his arm. 

He was tall, taller than Nick. He had brown eyes and brown hair. He had light chocolate skin and freckles speckled across his nose and cheeks. He was noticeably fit and you notice Nick's eyes linger on Enzo's plump lips. 

"It's nice to meet you, Nick. I've heard a lot about you from Y/n/n." Enzo says. 

"I-It's nice to meet you too. And hopefully good things. She can be quite the she-devil." Nick says, making the both of them laugh. 

You grin, before quickly wiping it off your face so that he doesn't notice. Nick and Enzo get lost in conversation, the two slowly making their way to the bar. 

"So, this was your evil plan?" Chris says amused. 

"Oh yeah. Enzo is a sweet guy. Very much gay. He's a model. He's a fan of your guys' channel and he's always had a crush on Nick. And he's literally Nick's type. You can't tell me this won't work out." You say, a proud look on your face. 

"Hey, whatever evil plan you hatched to try and set me up with someone...forget it. Me and Enzo are officially dating." Nick says, plopping down on the couch across from you and Matt. 

You were cuddled up to Matt, the two of you had finally made it official. Chris looks up from where he was curled up in a bean bag and looks right at you as a slow grin forms on your face. Nick freezes as he notices the look.

"What the hell did you do now?" He sighs exasperated. 

"My evil plan already hatched, buddy. Who's the real mastermind now?" You say with a grin.

"W-What? H-How? When? What?" He stutters.

"Checkmate, I win." You say, winking at him.

"You aren't Taylor Swift!" He exclaims frustrated, his hands running down his face. 

"She is mother!" You scold.

"I know! But, you aren't her."  He sighs. 

"Well you aren't Doja Cat." You say, glaring at him as he gasps.

[spectrechosts]

Desperado

I want to be done reuploading and all I have left is shorter stories I haven't touched in forever which means shit is getting CONDENSED into single posts so I can have all this done by Halloween.

This one is about an anxious pilot and her friend who definitely isn't a pirate. 3 chapters.

Selene sighed.

"Okay," She said, "Do you really want to know why this keeps happening? Because you're not going to like it."

Luna nodded, meekly.

"It's the hat."

"What?" She squeaked, half baffled half offended.

"Literally nobody doing reputable things in space does so wearing a cowboy hat. It's- I don't even know how to explain this to you in a way that shouldn't already be apparent."

"But I like my hat!"

"I know."

"You can't judge someone based on a hat!"

"I don't know what you want me to say. It's like one step removed from wearing an actual pirate hat in terms of accessories that say you are doing piracy."

"You cannot assume that from a hat."

"It's the hat and the fact that, to an outside observer, your tendency to avoid people because you're shy looks like you have a whole 'mysterious dark stranger in a tavern' vibe going on."

"But-"

"I told you you weren't gonna like it." Selene said, and finished her beer. "Now tell me what you got roped into so I can get you out of it."

"I-I think they're loading black market organs onto my ship."

"Jesus christ."

"I'm sorry."

"Luna, you can keep the hat. It makes you look cute. But, for the love of god, you have to get better at saying no to people."

~~~

"C-Can you please go faster? I have deadlines, and-"

The customs officer glared at Luna, and she withered. They carefully inspected every inch of her cargo hold, opening shipments, checking for hidden panels, scanning for traces of contraband.

"What's her deal?" Another customs officer asked Selene, who was watching the scene unfold.

"Oh, you know how it is." She shrugged. "Jumpy pilot gets singled out at a checkpoint for being suspicious, that makes them more jumpy the next time, and round and round it goes. She's been flagged down for inspection six times this month."

"Heh, poor kid."

"Poor me having to wait through all this. I could be on Mars by now if I didn't have a soft spot for doe-eyed idiots."

"Mm. Well, speaking of inspections, your ship's been randomly flagged for a search."

Selene narrowed her eyes.

"That seems to happen quite often when you're on shift."

"Hey, I just do what the system tells me." The officer said, putting his hands in the air. "Think of it as lucky that they show up on my watch, and not somebody less understanding."

"Fine." Selene huffed, and slipped him a credit chip.

"Well, looks like everything checked out clean. I'll get outta your hair."

Selene folded her arms and waited for Luna to finally be cleared to leave.

"I'm sorry!" She cried over comms as they took off again. "I just get so nervous!"

"It's okay, Luna. You're not doing anything wrong."

"I don't know why I get so worried about being searched. I'm not a pirate, I don't even know any pirates!"

Selene smiled.

She'd tell her eventually, if things between them got serious.

~~~

"S-So that's my cargo manifest, and as you can see everything is in order."

Luna was sweating bullets. She didn't know what it was about inspections, but just the idea that she might have accidentally messed something up and go to jail for it made her queasy.

"Ah, I don't need to read all that, girl. Just show me what you're hauling and we'll talk about what you're going to do with it, okay?"

The inspector clapped her on the back, and she squeaked. "Um. Okay?"

"Good girl."

This inspector was weird. She was very nice, but everything she said sounded scary somehow. It kind of reminded her of that one time Selene had gotten drunk while they were docked at Neptune and said some incredibly salacious things to her in a similar tone of voice before passing out at their table.

That… Wasn't a memory she needed right now. She was flustered enough.

"So um, this section is all iron ore, containers one through twenty-six."

"How wonderful. Next."

"Then these ones, twenty-seven through thirty-one, these are all, um, industrial air filters. It's- It's mostly all just stuff for the refinery." Luna explained.

"Okay, I think there's been a misunderstanding here." The inspector said, putting her arm around Luna's shoulder.

"O-Oh. I'm sorry?"

"It's okay, pretty girl. I was unclear. I want you to show me the good stuff, yeah?"

"The… Good stuff?" Pretty girl???

"The secret stuff, babygirl. The illegal stuff."

Luna went pale.

"Nonono, I-I don't have-" She babbled, and the inspector's face fell.

"Ohh, babygirl, I don't like being lied to." She said. Her sly smile was gone, her relaxed posture replaced with that of a predator looming over her prey.

"I'm- I'm not-" Luna said, backing away.

"Do you know what happens to people who lie to me?"

Luna backed into the side of a shipping container, and the inspector slammed an open palm next to her head. She flinched at the impact, tears welling in her eyes.

"They… Go to jail?"

The inspector's ominous appearance cracked, a smile showing through. "They- What?"

She giggled. She laughed at her and Luna's face burned and she didn't understand what was going on.

"You- You still think-" The inspector struggled to speak between fits of laughter. "Oh, oh I had heard Selene liked to play house with easy marks, but holy shit girl you're like, actually stupid."

That made Luna mad. Was she too trusting? Maybe. Was she bad at social situations? Sure. But she was not stupid, and she did not like being laughed at, and she definitely didn't like how this girl talked about Selene. She balled her hands into trembling fists.

"Whew, okay, let's do this from the top, with no subtlety so you can follow- ghlk!"

Luna punched the fake inspector in her stupid throat and tackled her to the ground, raining blows upon her arms as she attempted to guard her face.

~

Luna was released from the security office after a few hours. The cameras corroborated that the now very bruised woman in the other holding cell had been posing as a customs officer to gain access to her ship.

Selene was waiting for her when she got out, and swept her into her arms.

"I'm sorry," She said, "This is my fault, I-I haven't been honest with you."

"You're a pirate." Luna grumbled.

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Do you know her?"

"…Yeah. She's my ex."

"Then is what she said true?" Luna sniffled. "Are you just, playing house with me? Because I'm gullible?"

"No!"

"If-If I find out you're lying to me, I'll never forgive you."

"No, Luna, I was going to tell you everything, I swear."

"Okay." Luna said. "I believe you." She wiped her tears away with her sleeve. "So… That's the kind of girl you're into?"

"Not for a long time now. Too much trouble."

"What kind of girl are you into then?"

"…Okay," Selene said, blushing a little. "There is one other thing I need to tell you, while I'm spilling my secrets-"

[daydreamingoveracupofcoffee]

Villains reacted on a cheeky little kid challenges them to a fight:

Tomura Shigaraki:

Shigaraki would likely be annoyed and dismissive at first, viewing the kid as an insignificant nuisance. His childish yet sadistic nature might lead him to mock the kid's boldness.

"You think you can play hero? I'll disintegrate you without a second thought."

However, if the kid's defiance persists or reminds him of his hatred for heroes, he could become dangerously unhinged, itching to crush their spirit.

He’d probably toy with the kid briefly, enjoying their fear or bravado, but his short temper means he wouldn’t hesitate to act lethally if provoked. If the kid somehow gets under his skin (e.g., by comparing him to All Might or Stain), he’d lose his cool and attack recklessly.

"A brat like you? Hah, you’re not even worth the effort. But keep talking, and I’ll turn you to dust."

Dabi:

Dabi would find the situation mildly amusing, his laid-back yet menacing demeanor shining through. He’d likely smirk and taunt the kid, leaning in close to intimidate them with his burned visage and eerie calm.

"Got some guts, kid. Too bad I don’t play nice with wannabe heroes."

He’d be more interested in breaking the kid’s spirit than fighting seriously. Dabi would probably use his flames to scare the kid, creating a small blaze as a warning rather than going all out. If the kid doesn’t back down, he’d get colder, potentially escalating to a dangerous level since he has little patience for heroics. If the kid’s cheekiness reminds him of his past or family, he might pause briefly before doubling down on cruelty.

"You’re either brave or stupid, kid. Either way, you’re about to get burned."

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul):

Chisaki would be utterly disgusted and offended by the audacity of a "filthy" child challenging him. His germaphobic and superiority complex would make him view the kid as beneath his notice, likely sneering.

"A diseased brat like you dares to speak to me?"

He’d see the challenge as an insult to his vision of a "clean" world. Chisaki would likely refuse to engage directly, ordering his subordinates (like the Eight Bullets) to deal with the kid. If forced to act, he’d use his Quirk to intimidate or restrain the kid without physical contact, possibly deconstructing and reconstructing part of the environment to make a point. He’d only kill if the kid’s defiance threatens his plans or ego, as he prefers efficiency over theatrics.

"You’re nothing but a stain on this world. Stay out of my way, or I’ll erase you."

Himiko Toga:

Toga would find the kid’s boldness adorable and exciting, her playful and obsessive nature kicking in. She’d likely squeal or giggle, saying something like, “Aww, you’re so cute! I love that fiery spirit!”

However, her affection is twisted—she might see the kid as a potential “friend” to “play” with, which could involve drawing blood if she likes them too much. Toga would probably tease the kid, dodging their attacks with her agile movements and treating the challenge like a game. If the kid’s cheekiness makes her feel “connected” to them, she’d grow more attached, possibly trying to “keep” them. If they annoy her, though, she’d turn cold and dangerous, using her knife with precision.

“You’re so brave, little cutie! Wanna be friends? Let’s see how pretty your blood looks!”

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara):

Twice’s split personality would make his reaction a mix of confusion, amusement, and conflict. One moment, he’d be hyping the kid up, saying, “Whoa, kid’s got guts! Let’s see what you’ve got!” The next, he’d be panicking, muttering, “No way, I’m not fighting a kid! That’s messed up!” He’d be torn between his villainous instincts and his underlying soft side.

Twice would likely mess around with the kid, using his clones to create a chaotic but non-lethal “fight” to humor them. His loyalty to the League might push him to scare the kid off if they’re too persistent, but he’d avoid seriously hurting them unless ordered by someone like Shigaraki. The kid’s cheekiness might remind him of his own chaotic energy, making him oddly fond of them.

“You’re a little badass! I like you! — Nah, get outta here, this ain’t a game!”

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi):

Spinner would be caught off guard and mildly irritated by the kid’s audacity, but his loyalty to Stain’s ideology might make him pause.

“A kid like you? Go home before you get hurt.”

If the kid’s challenge seems driven by a sense of justice or heroism, he might grudgingly respect their guts, though he’d never admit it. Spinner would try to intimidate the kid with his sword or reptilian appearance, hoping to scare them off without a real fight. He’s not as bloodthirsty as other League members, so he’d avoid unnecessary violence, especially against a child. If the kid keeps pushing, he’d get flustered and might restrain them non-lethally, ranting about how they don’t understand “true heroes” like Stain.

“Tch, you’ve got some nerve, kid. But this ain’t your fight. Scram, or I’ll make you.”

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako):

Mr. Compress would find the kid’s boldness entertaining, approaching the situation with his theatrical flair. He’d likely bow or tip his hat, smirking.

“My, what a spirited young performer! But this stage is no place for children.”

He’d view the challenge as a chance to show off his charm, but his pragmatic villain side would keep him cautious.

He’d probably toy with the kid using his Quirk, compressing nearby objects to create a spectacle or trapping the kid in a marble to scare them without causing harm. He’s not particularly cruel, so he’d aim to defuse the situation with minimal violence, perhaps lecturing the kid on “knowing their place.” If the kid’s cheekiness persists, he’d get annoyed but still avoid lethal force unless absolutely necessary.

“Bravo for the courage, little one! But this act is over. Time to take a bow and leave.”

Stain (Chizome Akaguro, Hero Killer):

Stain would be intrigued but judgmental, sizing up the kid’s resolve through his intense, bloodthirsty lens. He’d likely sneer.

“A child playing hero? Show me your conviction, or you’re just another fake.”

If the kid’s challenge stems from genuine heroism, he might respect their spirit but still see them as unworthy of his time. If they seem like a “false hero,” he’d be openly contemptuous.

Stain would intimidate the kid with his menacing presence and katana, testing their resolve with harsh words or a shallow cut to scare them off. He’s unlikely to kill a child outright unless they’re tied to corrupt heroes, but he’d have no patience for bravado without substance. If the kid’s defiance impresses him, he might spare them, urging them to “grow stronger and prove their worth.”

“You’ve got guts, kid, but guts alone don’t make a hero. Come back when you’ve got something real to fight for.”

All For One:

All For One would find the kid’s audacity intriguing but ultimately insignificant, his cold, calculating demeanor masking a sadistic amusement. He’d likely smirk or chuckle darkly.

“A mere child dares to face me? How delightfully foolish.”

His manipulative nature would lead him to view the kid as a potential pawn or a momentary distraction, but his arrogance would make him dismissive of any real threat.

All For One would toy with the kid, using his vast array of Quirks to intimidate without immediately killing them. He might levitate them with an air pressure Quirk, warp the environment, or create a menacing aura to break their spirit, all while taunting their bravery. If the kid’s cheekiness reminds him of All Might or another hero, he’d take a keener interest, possibly testing their resolve to see if they’re worth manipulating or crushing. He’d only kill if the kid becomes a genuine annoyance or if it serves his larger schemes, as he prefers calculated cruelty over impulsive violence.

“Such bold words from one so small. Tell me, child, do you truly believe you can stand against me? Let’s see how long that courage lasts.”

[theamityelf]

(Kamukuras AU Masterlist)

"So, Kamukoto," Junko says, twirling a strand of her voluminous hair around one manicured finger and smacking her gum in a way that is meant to downplay the inside knowledge she's just demonstrated by half-using the name 'Kamukura'. "What do you think of my nails today?"

He is sitting beside her on a bench close to the main school building. He's wearing the hoodie the class gave him. His thick, brown hair he has taken to trimming at just past shoulder length and tying back in a ponytail, with a bunny hair tie that Junko also gave him. The bunny has a tracker inside, which he knows and allows. (It's not as if Byakuya's nearest home address was classified in the first place.)

His eyes are still bright red, because he eventually decided against using colored contacts for his classmates' benefit.

Perhaps his first demonstration of personal identity, though the choice itself was a passive one.

"I think I...don't like them," he answers honestly.

"Color me deeply offended," she replies, with barely a veneer of offense. "Why not?"

"Well, that seems to be the same polish that was used to ruin the personalized comic Hifumi made for me, which heavily implicates you as the one who did it. Also the saturation doesn't quite match the color of your lipstick. An extra coat would have rectified that."

"Oh, good, you picked up on that first one. I was worried I hadn't done enough to take credit for my gift. When did you know it was me?"

"Within a second of Hifumi tearfully showing me his ruined comic. Was I supposed to mention it out loud?"

"No, but a glance or wink would be very validating for me."

"By validating, you mean reinforcing the behavior?"

"Maybe."

"What kind of acknowledgement would you find least validating?"

She hoots with laughter, pinching his cheek hard enough to break the skin. "Ice cold, you lab rat!"

"Kyoko said I'm allowed to be unaccommodating with people when I feel like it. I wasn't sure what kind of feeling she was talking about at the time, but I think this is it. Was that good, for you?"

"Aww, you even negotiate your kink after the fact! You're so precious, I'd cut you open if someone hadn't beat me to it. Still might," she adds in singsong.

He gently removes her hand from his face. "Speaking of, I've also been asked not to let people hurt me."

"Uh-oh! Am I in trouble?"

"My friends have said they won't harm my classmates unless..." He trails off. "You'll be fine. I might have to make this minor injury look like it was caused by something other than fingernails. Next time I'll remember to stop you."

"What else were you asked not to let people do to you?" Junko purrs.

He blinks, considering her and deciding what to make of the subtext of her question.

"Makoto!" Nagito greets, walking up to them (having presumably stealthed over until he announced himself at ten feet away) without even the pretense of having to look around.

He's dressed in bright-colored, loose-legged pants and a crop top, with jewelry in a seemingly-random subset of the many piercings he's given himself since escaping the labs. His hair is about as thick as Makoto's, but not as curly, and he's allowed it to grow just past the small of his back with only a few streaks of dye throughout (in a rare show of restraint, which is unlikely to last). In one hand, he is absentmindedly twirling a closed umbrella.

"The Ultimate Yakuza mistook me for this body's former occupant on my way here," he continues. "I kissed him on the mouth, of course. His reaction suggested that was incorrect. Ready to come home? Because I'm allowed to use force, if you're reluctant."

"Oh." After a few seconds of sustained eye contact, Makoto says, "I'm...reluctant?"

"Thank you!" Nagito says, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Junko opts to interject, now. "Hi there, Kamukomaeda. Remember me?"

"The noisy, impudent one who forgets she's beneath us!" Nagito says delightedly, his bright red eyes actually landing on Junko for the first time. "Good afternoon. I see you've slightly injured my favorite compeer. I wouldn't want to be you when our predecessor sees it."

"Why? Do you think Izuru-sama will finally grace me with his presence? Because don't get me wrong, botched experiments are totes my type, but I am just itching to get my hands on the original; my sources say he actually came out as intended."

"You put a lot of stock in the intentions of our inferiors," Nagito muses (still carrying Makoto on one shoulder). "Understandable, as one yourself. But you're mistaken if you believe provoking our predecessor's wrath will earn you his attention for very long. If he feels moved to confront you, it's unlikely you'll have time to talk."

"And here I thought you were the fun one."

"Also understandable. I present as such because I frequently entertain myself." Nagito casually puts up his umbrella just in time, as someone empties a bottle of formaldehyde out of a window above them. The angle of the umbrella causes the fluids to trickle down the back of Junko's shirt. "Good afternoon, Ultimate Fashionista."

"Bye, Junko," Makoto adds, as Nagito turns to leave. "You should soak those clothes in a bucket of hot water with a cup and a half of baking soda for at least eight hours, then rinse them with cold water and leave them to air dry."

[fluffywolfboyy]

I guess this counts as a vent?

I wish I could explain to people that when I say I can't do phone calls I'm not being dramatic, its not something I can learn to deal with, I genuinely cannot hear people over the phone - I can barely make out friends and family on video calls where I can lipread for the most part.

There are so many time where me being HoH was like the direct source for a ton of anxiety and stress because turns out people are really impatient when they think your disability 'isn't that bad'.

Tired of having non-HoH people saying they know what it's like because they had an ear infection once and couldn't hear well - like, well done, you know the concept of not being able to hear stuff. Its kinda way more complicated than that. If I'm in a super loud area, or have to do loads of listening without long breaks, It's physically draining to try to follow what people are saying. Hearing fatigue hits you way sooner and way harder because your brain is overcompensating to fill in the gaps your ears aren't picking up.

And hearing aids don't fix much. They make things louder. Thats it. Does nothing to mitigate any processing issues (in this case audio processing). Does nothing to mitigate the fact that for the first 8 years of my life I didn't hear certain sounds. At all. Like yeah, me being 8 years old was ages ago, but there's no way that didn't have some kind of effect on how I process audio.

I'm constantly worried I'll offend people, because if I meet anyone who has an accent I'm not constantly exposed to (mostly black country) I genuinely cannot understand them no matter how many times they repeat themselves - kind of a massive issue with my Classics teacher who has a pretty thick Scottish accent (although I told him about this before I had my first lesson with him and he was really lovely about it -we love him frfr)

If i'm not looking at someone's mouth I will not understand them. If I know you I can get away with looking in your general direction. If I have hearing aids on, I can look away from you. If you are behind me I will not hear you. No matter how loud you speak. No matter how much you enunciate.

Speaking of enunciating, omgs, I'm so sick of people (mainly my family) speaking really slow and enunciating everything really exageratted, where theyre obviously taking the piss. First off, its just rude and insulting. Second, speaking really slow and with big mouth movements ACTIVELY MAKES IT HARDER TO UNDERSTAND YOU. I learnt lip reading by watching people speak candidly (?), when you change that it throws everything off whack.

I'm so sick of teachers, classmates, family members, being standoffish because I cant hear them or laughing at me when I tell them I can't do something. Like I can't do verbal presentations because I am HoH. It will not work. But people snicker about it and whisper about it and think I'm trying to slack off.

Its so grim.

When I was in high school, this girl I sat next to was always nice to me and I really liked her because she was known for being very kind and all around a good person. She was trying to tell me something (the teacher was checking if we had something signed) and I couldn't understand. I asked her to repeat herself. And again. And again. Normally at this point people roll their eyes, say youre playing it up, or get angry at you and start yelling. She didn't even look mildly irritated, she looked totally normal. She really quickly switched from trying to speak to me to miming signing a book. Thats all it took for me to understand. I almost cried. I didn't ask her to do that, she didn't have to do that, but she did. She was probably one of the only people at that school who didn't take the piss out of my disability.

I don't know why I'm writing this on tumblr and not in my notes app. I guess if anyone actually gets to the end, hi?

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan weekly report

Lordt, what a week, what a month, what a year? It's September, we're on the downhill slide.

I've been busy, y'all. You know, life happens and all that crap we say when we have to focus on stuff that's not as fun as staring at the latest naked Bangtan pics... anyway... there is A LOT to process, A LOT to even sit down and catch up on.

Let's break it down shall we?

It was JK's b-day and he first tried to TikTok live us and you know, I hope he can't figure it out to his satisfaction because there's no replay and no translations so fuck TikTok and I mean that in a nice way. Thank god for Armys who record and translate.

And he dropped this tiny but significant TMI:

We know he's building that big whatever it is. It will be a while before he leaves his current residence...or? What? Moving elsewhere until he enlists? He mentioned in one of his more recent past lives that he had to clean up some of his junk in his apartment... soooo.... hmmm....

Also, this:

Acting research? I'm loving the sound of whatever that is.

Thankfully he came to visit us on Weverse live as well, did a few card tricks and cut it short, one of the shortest lives he's done in years and years? Were the aces a hint? Or just part of his magic trick?

Adorable goofball. By the way, the subs are up on this live.

He was out and about before the live, taking pics on the street, he's said he doesn't mind at all, running into fans in public and saying hello.

It's the people who claim to be fans who stalk him and show up uninvited to places where he's trying to live his life in private. Whoever you all are, I'll speak for Kookie. Y'all suck.

In Busan, when he was with his idol friends, they were asked if they were who they were by the restaurant employee and they tried to deny it. That should be a big hint to leave them alone.

Kookie shared a video on his TikTok in solidarity and support of RM speaking out about the uncalled for hate that came RM's way after he posted that song on his Instagram story.

You know... there's been quite a lot of discourse lately about culturally sensitive topics. Tae's "gaffe" and this song that RM shared... I think if you felt offended or uncomfortable when you saw those things happen, those feelings are your own and 100% valid.

Being of Japanese descent, through my life, it has made me cringe when I hear people call stuff "Jap crap" or just yesterday, a canvasser for a political candidate asked me if I was from around here... like... if I was blonde and blue-eyed would they have asked me that? You know? I was speaking to them exactly like I speak here, fully fluent in (Southern U.S. redneck) English because that's my only language (sadly, no thanks to mom and dad because I did not learn Japanese or French). But I don't get obsessed or angry or want to threaten anyone's careers or life. I don't even think about it. And I don't really hold it against people who are not aware of how they come across like that.

People are insensitive all the time without knowing it: asking a woman when they are due but she's not pregnant and maybe can't even have children... mentioning other culturally derogatory terms without realizing it (see "Jap crap" above), saying something looks "gay" like... ok what does that even mean?... you know what I'm saying? I use the term "spirit animal" all the time and someone DM'd me saying it was offensive. So we're all guilty.

I get it, we're all different in how we react. BUT MY FEELINGS ARE VALID TOO, AND MY REACTION IS MY OWN AND DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THE SAME AS YOURS TO YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE.

As I said, feelings are valid, and the members aren't perfect and it's okay to call them out on it. But the extra implication that was piled on Namjoon for that song rec crossed the line and he addressed it in his own live.

Exasperated he explained that it was just a song and that he knows exactly what everyone is saying, that he's a 30 year old man and can express himself freely. He said even if there will still be those who will accuse him of lying, he can't and won't lie to us.

I love him: "For ten years I've held things in my heart but nowadays I can't do that, I have to speak my truth. Believe my own words."

Before he got into it though he offended the mathematicians and then tried to back track (omg I'M JOKING ok?... unless someone got offended... omg, can we just chill?)

His 2-day old stubble and fuzzy headed self.

The obsession people have with their weight and their looks is mind-blowing. The way he's drilled in the comments on his face, his hair, about admitting he's tanning, how much he weighs, what he eats, he looks tired... This man has an IQ of 160 or whatever and people are worried about a mosquito bite on his forehead. The vapidness and shallow level of interaction in the comments knows no limit. But we've known that. Please, before commenting can people please make a list of things to speak on other than how they look?

He closed by saying to trust him, he'll always show us what's inside of him whether its his music or him as a human... life is a journey with a lot of obstacles, he's good and focusing on his own things and not on the bad energy. He is in such a good head space nowadays... love to see it.

Next up, Taehyungie-hyung...dis my fave pic out of everything I've seen so far:

I am not a fan of Tae in blonde hair, I've said that before. But this particular shot is stunning to me, the lighting and angle.

As you know, I've not paid as close attention to Tae. Honestly I've been waiting for him to share things during this solo time so I can get to know him better just like I did with the other members.

Up until now, everything he does seems superficial EXCEPT the deliberate soft reveal of his relationship with Jennie, which I hope they are doing well and navigating the shitty waters of having to be idols in a relationship.

But so far, its photo spread after photo spread and I'm just not into it. Yes, Tae is very photogenic. I'm sure V biases are over the moon. I'm happy for them! If it was Jimin you would be sick of me posting every photo, so I get it! But I was looking for something a little deeper from him.

So it was this Dingo show that his personality opened up a little to me somewhat... interacting with this Army who's dream is to become a Military Officer. She is the cutest thing, her reactions so genuine and I could feel her excitement and how she was overwhelmed at the end of their day together when she broke down. Girl was holding it in and living the life that day!!! Sooo happy she got to experience that!

And these pics are the cutest:

This one right above with her hands on his shoulders... such a precious memory. I am looking forward to hearing the rest of Tae's album. I'm sure I'll have things to say about it at that time.

And that brings me to Jimin. The jikook selca not withstanding, we haven't seen or heard from him in ages so after 2 months, 15 days, 23 hours, 8 minutes and some odd seconds (but who was counting? not me)... we finally see him again in person at a Dior event in Seoul.

He looked so good, except that tan leather coat reminded me of something 50s vintage, car coat over a sheath dress women wore in the springtime. He's small. Let's put a giant white garbage bag on him. Don't know what goes through their minds.

Dior creates some extraordinarily crafted pieces, but so far, I sometimes wonder if they've even bothered to look at any of Jimin's previous photo concepts for other various things. It's almost like they don't know how to dress him. That's just my personal opinion.

Anyway..AND THEN HE COMES LIVE!!! FINALLY!!!

Is that a Red Dragon keyboard he has in front of his computer? I don't really know anything about gaming stuff. And goodness...

He gets comfy by tying up those pants that look like four of him (or him and Kookie) could fit in there at the same time...

His eye crinkles... I don't care what people say about his beakie... I'm all about the eye smile and those eye crinkles that are going to get deeper with time.

Y'all, this is my bias...

That mood light of the realistic solar system makes Jungkookie's mood light look like child's play. But I see why his moons down his back look like they do.

I know some of the first translations say he called Jungkook for his birthday and he talked about wanting to live his 30s just as full as his 20s, and he's learning through his solo work that he has things to learn and he will improve and I just don't have enough or the right words to express how much I love and admire his perseverance and dedication to being the best at what he does and the best human he can be. I will do a full blog post when the official subs are ready later this week.

I don't know how this guy from the other side of the world got so completely under my skin:

I know there was a lot of other content that dropped that I didn't touch on but there aren't enough hours in my day to type it all up. I will just continue to watch and absorb as much as I can just like everyone else.

Jin and Hobi are still plugging away at their respective bases, I always pray for their safety and health while they are doing their duty. In a few months, Jin may show us what it will be like to celebrate birthdays while they are enlisted.

And Yoongi. We wait as the days tick by. We know its coming very soon. Holding my Yoongi bias friend's hand very tightly. We'll get through this together.