#*washes hands* i refuse to take responsibility ok

[halucynator]

LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-

Red Wine

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore

Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.

Hope this is to your liking 💕

Reader is Slytherin x the divider is by @firefly-graphics xx check them out for more!! This is their post with the dividers x

You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...

"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.

"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.

"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.

"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.

"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."

"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.

"You'll see." She smirked to herself.

You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.

"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.

"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.

As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.

Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.

"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.

"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.

"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.

"just nice?" You joked.

"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.

"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?

You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.

You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.

"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.

"Does the job." She replied.

"Wh-" you began.

"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.

"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.

You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.

Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.

"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."

You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.

"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.

"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.

"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.

You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.

As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.

His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.

"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.

"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.

"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.

"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.

When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.

"Will they be wrong?" He asked.

"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.

Fucking Pansy and her red wine.

[bun-z-bakery]

A/N: heres a little something extra too ;3

DogDay x reader

CW: suggestive

Bath Day

You were off from work today, which usually means it's your day to relax with your little family or struggling to take the bigger members a bath.

Today just so happened to be the latter, and boy were they in for the surprise.

The four of you had just finished eating lunch and dogday was on dish duty today. But you just happened to be a bit too quiet.

"Angel? Are you ok?"

He calls out for you but he doesn't get a response.

Once he's done he's off to find you. You're not in the common areas so his way over to your shared room.

"Angel?"

He opens the door, revealing you behind it.

"Hey!"

You walk up to him, giving him a hug

"Guess what today is!~"

You sang as he hugged you back, you felt him freeze in place.

"But I washed dishes! Please, Angel"

He whines as you take his hand, reluctantly following you to the bathroom that's been prepared for the soon-to-be fight he would put up.

"I don't think I need a bath just ye–"

"Someone thought it would be fun to play outside in the mud while I was away"

He stands at the door while you check the water temperature and gather what you need.

"So now here we are! Plus kissy needs a bath too but you take me a while."

You laugh, using the bathing brush to point at him.

He sighs and makes his way in, he loves you he really does but he hates baths. Getting soaked made him a bit heavier, and drying off was a pain. He knows he has to though, even he admits that he smells.

"Come on the water feels nice!"

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, he stares at you confused for a second.

"Angel! What are you doing?!"

Your clothes were now on the floor as you sat in the water, you wore an orange bathing suit with little dogs on it.

Adorable

He thought to himself as he walks closer.

"Well I figured this might make things a little bit easier for you"

You smile at him, and motion for him to sit.

He makes his way into the tub, his tail wags happily splashing some water on the floor. You didn't care, not only was he happy, but you were happy too. Who knew he'd enjoy bubbles when he wasn't whining all the time?

"Stay still!"

You playfully shout as you attempt to wash the giant dog, squirming in the tub.

"Angel that tickles!"

He laughs out, splashing you with more water.

At this point, you were both soaked from head to toe, so was the floor... and everything else but you'll deal with that later.

Later on in the day

You finished giving Kissy her bath and helped Poppy brush her hair.

Exhausted was an understatement, but you wouldn't have it any other way, you loved seeing them happy and of course, smelling nice.

"Guys, dinners almost done!"

You call out to everyone as you cut some vegetables.

Suddenly, a pair of giant hands grab onto your waist, making you jump.

"Dogday! I could've hurt you!"

You warn as you put the knife down, he doesn't let go, he takes his chance and leans down to your ear.

"Thank you, Angel~"

You gasp as he pulls you closer

"For what, exactly?"

He peppers your cheek with kisses, his tail wags viciously.

"The bath, I had fun!"

You hum in response as you try to cover your now burning-hot face.

"How about next time you don't wear an–"

"Smells good, Y/N!"

Poppy yells out as she and Kissy make their way down the stairs, you try to get out of Dogdays grip but he squeezes you before letting you go, and leans against the counter acting like nothing happened.

Kissy and Poppy poke their heads into the kitchen, you refuse to look at them.

"I thought you said you were almost done?"

She asks, sounding a bit disappointed.

You go back to cutting the vegetables

"Y-yeah I just had to quickly deal with something!"

You nervously chuckle

"All right! We'll watch some TV then!"

You nod in response, once they leave you side eye Dogday.

"What? I did nothing wrong my sweet Angel~"

He teases, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders smugly.

"The couch tonight."

You attempt to say coldly, trying to hide the smile on your face.

"You seem to be forgetting something, Angel"

"Oh and what's that?"

You laugh

"You seem to have forgotten who you belong to, hm?"

He leans to your ear once again

"Maybe you need a reminder~"

He purrs into your ear, running his fingers down the side of your neck.

Yeah, maybe you should call out of work tomorrow.

[ginkgo-phyta]

I dunnu if I'm asking right but Spencer with injured knee who feels bad that his gf is taking care of him so much but he's horny and he's also kinda feeling shy asking her to take care of his lil problem but she ofc delivers.

On a side note: cane spencer drives me insane ok thank you <3

yes yes, you asked right!! what a wonderful first request THANK YOU I LOVE YOU hopefully this inspires more people to request pls pls PLS im actually begging atp. anyway, im so loving this request and tell me why i was thirsting over spence w/ a cane literally last night we’re on the same wavelength rn anon ilysm. i hope this piece satisfies you! i actually strayed a lil bit from the prompt, in this spencer doesnt outright ask. i hope that okay eeee but if you want me to do another where he DOES actually verbally ask, i would love to do that, too. fair warning idk if this is still a "drabble" LMAO its 2.6k words i couldnt stop myself, but here you go, my love :] i hope you enjoy

SMUT, afab!reader, description of female anatomy, oral (male receiving)

It’s some odd hour of the night, the sounds of a black-and-white film Spencer’s not quite paying attention to playing on your laptop intermittently gets interrupted by the hoot of an owl perched on a tree somewhere in the distance. You pay it no mind, engrossed by the inviting images flashing before you as you absent-midedly trace figurines onto Spencer’s clothed leg. The two of you were nestled on the couch in his living room, your head resting in his lap after triple-checking you would be far enough from his injury and that he was comfortable. Although he tried his best to repeatedly reassure you, his current shifting began raising your doubts again. Your fingers abandoned their dancing right above his knee as you pushed your body up, leaning your weight on your hands placed firmly on the cushion to crane your head and look at your boyfriend

“Spencer, honey, what’s wrong?” Your voice was warm and full of worry, the timbre washing a feeling of love and desire over the doctor's body, sending a shiver down his spine.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” he started with a stutter, clearing his throat before continuing, “why’d you move?” you were vaguely aware of his eyes darting down before meeting yours again, but you waved it off, figuring he was just caught off guard. In actuality, Spencer was trying his best not to stare at your mouth-watering cleavage pouring over the neckline of your lounging shirt, deliciously pushed up by the position of your arms.

“I moved because you keep moving, silly. Is your knee hurting again?” Your hand reached out to resume their traces, this time ghosting the top of the ailed joint, your gaze moving along with it. “Maybe it’s time to put some heat on it, hmm?” you mumbled to yourself and before Spencer could even object, you were moving off the sofa and toward the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of the vicinity, Spencer’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, a groan of frustration rolling out of his throat. You had been taking such good care of him since his knee got shot last week, refusing to let him do anything by himself. He tried to stop you at first, but you explained to him how rewarding it was to you. 

“I enjoy taking care of the people I love, Spencer,” you said with a serious look in your eyes, his face cupped gently between your palms, “I enjoy taking care of you. Please let me?” your words became quieter as your face inched closer to his. Spencer sighed at the feeling of your hands starting to card through his hair

“Okay, if you insist.” he sighed against your lips, finally giving in. The giggle his response drew from you drowned Spencer’s heart in ecstasy, and he decided he would simply return the favor some way, some time in the future.

That’s not what was frustrating him, though. It was how incredibly turned on he had been feeling the last couple days. The guilt of you having to take care of him, even if it’s something you wanted to do, prevented Spencer from touching you and he hated that. When it came to you, his lovely, kind, caring, thoughtful partner, all he wanted was to put his hands on you- sexually or not. Peppering your jaw with kisses, nuzzling his head into your neck, caressing your back as you rested on him, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delved into your folds; he lived for all of it. Even as you laid your head in his lap, he held back from massaging his fingertips against your scalp out of guilt and fear. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, or pressure you into servicing him, if you will; even though he wanted it so bad and you were so close to his crotch it was making him crazy. Like a madman, he craved to touch you, to feel you. Your bare body pressed against his, nails scratching down his shoulders, your lips sucking his balls into your hot mouth, wet cunt spasming around his twitching cock. He knew none of that would happen, you reminded him as much after a check-up at the doctor’s office 

“The doctor said no physical activity, remember? I can’t have you moving around, honey.” you said to him with a pointed look after the two of you had returned home where one kiss led to two, becoming deeper and more passionate. You pulled away before it could go any further and dutifully reminded him. 

Since then, you mellowed down. Of course you gave Spencer massages wherever you felt he could use one, but you kept your kisses to pecks and made sure to stay on your side of the bed at night. Safe to say, Spencer was feening. 

He shut his eyes tight and ran his hands through his hair, trying to compose himself before you came back into the living room. “Come on, get a hold of yourself.” he grumbled quietly, slapping his fingers against his cheeks in an attempt to drill it into his head. The sound of your light padding drew him back to the moment and you emerged into his eyesight with a tray. 

“What’s all this?” Spencer let out a breathy chuckle, shifting to sit forward a bit more, as much as he could with his injured leg propped up on the table (on top of two pillows, as per your directions). 

“Well,” you started after setting the tray down next to the laptop, standing straight to admire your handiwork and huff stray strands of hair out of your face, “I was in the kitchen getting the hot pack ready, so I put some snacks together. And then I thought maybe you could use some tea! It’s just an herbal tea I put together earlier- it’s mainly willow bark, but I also used some ginger and cinnamon. It’ll help with the taste while helping you heal, too!” you clapped your hands together in excitement, holding them against your chest like a giddy toddler. Spencer couldn’t help but laugh lightly, pride swelling in his heart, joy stretching a smile from ear to ear. 

“I love you.” Was all he could say as he stared up at you. 

You laughed at his dumbfounded reaction, lightly pushing his shoulder. “And I love you, too.” you smiled back at him before leaning over to hand the cup of tea to him, “I want you to get better fast.” you said matter-of-factly, this time duly noticing Spencer’s eyes fixated on your breasts. As you bounded over to the other side of the couch, you bit your lip as dirty thoughts of Spencer flooded your mind. Even though you’ve been doing your best in controlling yourself, you still missed him. A pout couldn't help but mold your lips every time you gave him a short and simple peck or you restrained your hands from traveling over sensitive parts of his body when massaging his shoulders. 

You leaned back, body facing Spencer as you watched him sip on his tea. “How’s it taste, hon?” your voice had an unplaceable hint, causing Spencer to look over at you.

If he had taken a larger sip, the tea would have surely been spat out of his mouth as Spencer’s eyes met your figure. You were draped over the arm of the couch like a centerpiece, head tilted curiously to the side as your fingers played with the buttons of your thin satin shirt, a couple more popped open than before. He could see the edging of lace peeking out, beckoning to him, the shape of your pearled nipples begging to be free from their restraints. Spencer’s dick twitched in his pants.

“U-um,” he stuttered, shakingly putting the cup back on the table and averting his gaze from you. Spencer wiped his hands on his thighs, “G-good. It-” an audible gulp pierces his sentence, “Yeah, it’s nice.” He tries to lean back and focus on the movie still playing in front of him, but your movement from the corner of his eye has a grip on his attention.

You basically crawl over to him, the leather couch creaking as you settle as close to his body as you can. Side pushed against the back cushion, your legs tucked under you, knees pressing against Spencer’s thigh. He begins to squirm, trying to ignore the tent growing in his pants- but you don’t. 

“Oh, baby,” you rasped seductively, one hand reaching out to press against his thigh, the other tucking his long hair behind his ear, “do you need me to take care of you?”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, the feeling of your hand so close to his crotch immediately caused his eyelids to drop close. The beginnings of a whimper bubbled up in the back of his throat, but he contained it. He didn’t trust himself to speak, residing to vigorously shaking his head. 

“No?” you demurred with a quirk of a brow, fingers waltzing over to graze his hardening cock, “It doesn’t seem like that’s true.” you lean closer to him, breasts pressing against his arm as you whisper against the shell of his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you can tell me.”

Against his wishes, the whimper broke free from Spencer’s throat, sauntering like music into your ears. You hummed in delight at the reaction you’re eliciting from Spencer as his head rolled to bump into yours; his hands shoved under his hands, veins in his arms bulging as he tried his hardest to hold himself back. His bottom lip is trapped in between his teeth, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace to keep up with his ragged breathing as your fingers fully grip him, palm slowly grinding into his base. 

“No!” he blurted out, “It’s okay, you don’t have to. You- oh! You already do s-so much for me. Besides, we can’t, you said…you said so yourself- mm-mhm!” a piteous moan cuts his sentence off and you can’t help but revel in it.

You think back to the conversation he references, shaking your head when you find a loophole, “I said you couldn’t move…That doesn’t mean I can’t still take care of you.” with a smirk you shift slightly, moving your hands to push at the waistband of Spencer’s plaid pajama pants. Before you could get it down even an inch, Spencer’s hands fly up to grab your wrists. 

The way he crooned out your name had your eyes whipping to meet his, confusion welding your features, “You r-really don’t have to,” Spencer swallowed hard once again, but his voice was steadier than before, more firm, “I feel so bad, you’ve done so much for me. I…” a second passes as he tries to find the right words, “I feel so guilty for making you do this. I shouldn’t even be so turned on it’s wrong-”

You cut him off before he can go on, your hands moving to gently grasp both of his as you attempt to reassure him, “Spencer, you’re not ‘making’ me do anything. It’s not wrong at all. I want to- I want you. I miss making you feel good, baby. It’s okay to be turned on, won’t you let me help you?” One of your hands caresses his cheek, thumb shifting to trace under his bottom lip. “I’ll be careful, I know exactly how to make you feel good without you having to move a muscle.” Your once reassuring voice is back to dripping with desire as you whisper against the corner of his mouth, reeling Spencer in with ease.

He moans at your words, nuzzling into your palm and he digests your words. After a couple seconds go by, eyes flitting between each of yours to confirm your feelings, he caves in, “Please…”

His breathy plea spurs you onward and you make quick work of pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. The sight of his unbelievably hard, thick length hitting his abdomen was drool-worthy. Spencer sighed at the feeling of the cool air slicing the leaky head of his dick. He rested his head back against the sofa, watching you through heavy lids. You adjusted your position to get more comfortable before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his tip, looking up at Spencer to watch his face. “Remember,” you started with a wicked smile, a single finger drawing up the underside of his length, “don’t move, honey.” And with that you descended onto his cock. 

Ideally, you would have taken your time, but you were a starved woman. As soon as the head of Spencer’s cock passed your lips, you were moaning. You couldn’t even look up at him as you usually loved to do, losing yourself in the feeling of his fat cock stretching your lips. You sucked him in, first working the top half to warm yourself up, swirling your tongue around the tip, pressing into his sensitive spot, before swallowing down the rest. Obscene sounds filled the fervent air of the apartment, the salacious music emanating from Spencer’s throat proved to be the icing on the cake. 

His hands were balled up, one desperately trying to hold onto the leather of the couch while the other fisted the fabric of your shirt, knuckles pressed against your back. Spencer felt like he was ascending to heaven, each suck of your lips, lap of your tongue, moan around his cock, had whimpers and unintelligent pleas mumbling from his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” was the only coherent sentence he could form. He didn’t hold back, either, paying no mind to whether or not his neighbors would be awoken. 

His head thrashed against the back couch cushion as the desire to buck up his hips heightened. Your palms pressing into the top of his thighs, nails digging into his skin, prevented him. Still, you deftly bobbed up and down his long cock. 

“A-ah, please! More, more, pleasee!” he whined out, his entire body shuddering from the pleasure. You moaned in response, not waiting any longer to burrow down on him, his length reaching even further down the back of your throat until your nose hit the dense plat of curly hair covering his base. “Oh my fucking God” Spencer groaned, his hands flying to rest on your head, fingers tangling into your hair, but not pushing you down. You stayed there for a few seconds, nails grounded further into the flesh of his thighs, allowing Spencer to feel the way your throat contracted around his cock. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he breathed out, pushing your hair out of your face to look down at you properly. The view of you completely consuming him, eyes rolled back into your head, tears pricking the corners, brows furrowed in concentration as you fought your gag reflex and moaned around him almost had Spencer cumming down your throat right then and there. He would’ve, too, if you hadn’t released him from your mouth with a squelch, moving up closer to his line of sight, panting to catch your breath. 

Spencer tried to thrust his hips up, but you held your weight down on him. “Oh, baby,” he whined out, cupping your face with both his big hands. You stared at him with a fucked out smile, chin covered in a mixture of your drool and his precum which you then wiped at with the back of your hand. “Please,” he whined, his splayed fingers pressing into the side of your hairline and your neck, “I’m so close. Wanna cum so bad…” he pulled your face to his and dove into to engulf your lips with his. He moaned into the deep kiss, tasting himself on you. Much to his dismay, you pulled away just a couple seconds later, leaving your lips against his to whisper:

“You wanna come in my mouth or in my pussy, baby?”

A/N: and, scene!! thank you again, anon, for being my first request, this was so fun and i actually finished this in one sitting just for you! anyone want a pt.2 where reader rides spencer??? wink wink :D also why do i have this scenario in my head when reader is absent-mindedly like...stroking spencer's cane LOL but it just turns him tf on cuz hes like omg i need you to do that to my dick pls HAHAHA

[jenniferjareauwife]

Down South

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: smut

warnings: smut, strap on r receiving

word count: 698

summary: after meeting the rest of the BAU JJ takes you home 😏

When we got home JJ wasted no time stripping me of all my clothes before pushing me onto the bed. "You're so beautiful." She whispered as she stared at my breasts. She ran her hands all over my body teasingly, biting her lip while holding eye contact the whole time.

"JJ please-"

"Please what baby?"

"Touch me."

"Touch you where?" I whined, not wanting to say it. It sounded so vulgar. Instead I took her hand and tried to place it between my legs but she tutted. "You have to use your words my love."

"I want you...here." I pointed between my legs.

"Down south?" She asked in her best southern drawl. I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"You're such a dork."

"A dork whose name you're gonna be screaming in a few minutes." I blushed a deep red and watched as she went to her nightstand to get out the eight inch strap. I gulped, we had only used this three times but it felt so good. "This ok?" Her demeanor changed for a bit, checking in on me to make sure I was fine.

"Mhm. More than ok." She smiled and laid down on her back once the harness was set. "What are you doing?"

"You're gonna ride me, cowgirl." She reached for the cowgirl hat hanging above our bed and handed it to me. I moaned at the thought of riding her like a cowgirl, putting the hat on my head and getting myself lined up.

Once I had gotten her full length in me and was ready to start riding her she stopped me. "You tell me if it gets to be too much at any point, ok?"

"Mhm. I promise." I started bouncing up and down, slow at first to let myself get adjusted to the size. I let out soft moans every time the strap brushed against my g spot. "F-fuck."

"Keep going." JJ reached around to grab my ass, squeezing it tight before her hands drifted higher up my body and grabbed my breasts. I let out a gasp and started bouncing faster.

"S-so good." I stuttered, leaning forward so it could hit at a better angle. I let out a high pitched whine as it hit my g spot perfectly. "Gonna come." I gripped JJ's breasts for stability as I tried to get myself over the edge but it didn't work if I didn't have clitoral stimulation. "JJ...JJ my clit." She reached down and circled it quickly, sending me flying over the edge. "Fuck..JJ!"

I slowed down and collected myself, feeling the waves of euphoria washing over me, closing my eyes to fully experience it. "Again." I heard my girlfriend's command and who was I to refuse. I started to bounce again, faster since my orgasm was coming faster this time.

"JJ...please." I whined. "I'm gonna cum." I needed the clitoral stimulation again but she wasn't giving it to me. I knew better than to do it myself so I just kept moving, hoping that by some miracle I could cum without it. "I'm so close." My whole body spasmed when she finally rubbed my clit. "JJ! JJ!" I chanted her name as I came down from my high, panting and collapsing against her. "JJ."

"Shh, you're ok." She lifted my waist to lift m off of her strap and then set me back down so I was straddling her belly. She took the hat off of my head and stroked my back. I panted against her neck. "You feeling ok?" I nodded.

"Felt good."

"Yeah?" I nodded again, cuddling closer to her. She lifted her hips so she could take off the harness and then put it off to the side. "What do you need? A bath? Snuggles? Food?"

"Snuggle." She started stroking my hair tenderly while kissing the top of my head. I readjusted so my legs were tangled with hers.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?" I nuzzled my nose into her neck.

"I love you." I shivered as she ran her fingertips down my spine. I hummed in response but she knew I was basically saying it back. "I just want you to know that, ok?"

"Mhm...love you too."

[fangirlies]

Raven- (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Request: can I request Xavier Thorpe helping reader dye her hair purple?

Warning: suggestive. no smut tho. cursing. (Please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

A.N: hi fangirlies!🧚🏼‍♀️ Here’s a small one shot based on a request I got. Thought it was cute and wouldn’t take too much time. Also.. I’ve never box dyed my hair so I might have had to search up detailed steps to it lol

also can we all stop lying and admit she was everyone’s girl crush at one point?

“You're going to look so sexy, pumpkin" Xavier exclaims with excitement. "Raven was my childhood crush; I’m getting hard just thinking about you with purple hair."

“You had a crush on a cartoon character? You’re such a freak” you teased your boyfriend.

A new year meant a new you. What better way to update your appearance than to dye your hair? Your boyfriend's eyes lit up the moment you mentioned that you were considering dying it. “Purple, Purple, Purple!” Xavier shouted relentlessly. Even though you hadn't considered such a dramatic transformation, his 20 minute argument of why you should dye your hair purple had convinced you. Purple was a fun color, and you reasoned that it wouldn't clash terribly with your skin tone. So, he accompanied you to the store and you bought a box of purple dye. Now here you were, in your dorm room waiting for xavier to help you apply the dye to your hair. His one and only wish was to be present for the entire thing. You debated it for a while, picturing him squealing like a little girl the whole way through and taking forever to finish. Ultimately, you only caved because you reasoned that being the talented artist that he is would make him the best assistant.

You sat in your desk chair swinging side to side as you waited, he wouldn’t shut up about how this was actually happening.

"Hurry up and get started before I change my mind." He promptly tore open the box, pulled out the contents, and arranged them neatly on your desk. He carefully brushed your hair, removing any knots, with a hairbrush in hand. He always treated you so delicately. Not including those times you begged him to use you as his own personal toy in bed, of course. The latex gloves that were included in the box had been slipped on by Xavier, who secured the second one like a surgeon would before performing surgery.

“Let’s fucking do this!” He shouted enthusiastically.

He began by dividing your hair into small sections. Then, he dipped a small brush into the mixture and applied the mixture from roots to tips. Every time you'd try to start a conversation, you'd get sushed, then get a snappy "I can't focus with you talking to me" or "Shut up, I'm working" in response. He was taking this entirely too serious and that made you laugh. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his tongue was sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He could seriously do anything and the butterflies in your stomach would still flutter. I’m so madly in love with this idiot, you thought.

He completed your head and then started the timer for the indicated time the directions stated. He loved to take charge in anything he was working on, so you enjoyed that you could relax and not worry about the whole process. Aimlessly scrolling through your socials.

“Ok now what?” You asked, swinging your desk chair to face him as he slipped off the gloves.

“Now we wait”

After 30 minutes, the timer rang throughout your dorm, and Xavier jolted out of bed at the sound of it.

"Let’s take a shower," he instructed as he yanked you across the room and followed you into the bathroom.

"Nuh-uh, wait outside," you spoke as you gently pushed him out of the bathroom. He pouted at you, knowing you never refused his puppy eyes. But you shook your head before closing the bathroom door.

You spent an hour rinsing the hair dye, washing and blow drying your hair, styling it to impress your boyfriend. You took one last look in the mirror and knew exactly how Xavier would react. You couldn't deny that he did an amazing job. Your hair was a consistent shade of lavender and it complimented your eyes well. You could only imagine what Xavier would say as you smiled at your reflection in the mirror.

“Baby?” You called out. Wondering if he was awake after spending an eternity in the bathroom.

“Fucking finally! Bring your pretty ass out here, now”

"I don't think you're ready."

"For the love of God, y/n. Now is not the time to tease... get out here," you could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Alright alright, but close your eyes. . . Are they closed?"

"Yes they are, come out."

You carefully opened the door and peered into your room to see if he was truly closing his eyes. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, his hands over his eyes like a child. He’s such a good boy, you thought to yourself. You knew he’d follow your directions, he always did as you asked like a love sick puppy. You told him to open his eyes while stopping directly in front of his legs. His face was filled with shock and amusement.

“What do ya think?” You ask as you twirled, striking a pose as you faced him again.

"I- wow, I truly didn't believe you could get any hotter" adoration in his eyes. His face lit up with great pleasure as he gazed at your lilac-colored hair.

"Ya know- if the whole artist thing doesn't work out for you, a hair artist could be your calling," you joked as he reached for your waist and guided you to sit on his lap.

"Pumpkin..I warned you of what this purple hair would do to me," he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck, littering the space with wet kisses.

You let out a soft moan as you moved your gaze down to his lap and saw just how much he appreciated you in purple hair.

The name raven was added to the long list of nicknames he had for you, and you had to admit, it had to be your new favorite.

if you sent in a request, I see you! waiting to get home to start working on them. writing from your phone is hard work.

For the bestie that sent in this request— I hope it was more or less what you had in mind! Wasn’t sure if you wanted fluff or smut so I kinda added a little of both. thank you for requesting 🤍🦋🪴🧚🏼‍♀️

As always— requests are always open! Share your thoughts! Talk to me! Get something off your mind! ✨

[thewisherr]

Au where Charlie breaks out of the simulation for real and realizes the wire monster was never actually killing him so he just... gets up

It looks like the monster accidentally (maybe not?) snapped a wire when it pounced on him, and whatever signal was being sent to his brain has ceased. Removing what doesn't seem to actually go into him (as those would definitely be dangerous to remove) Charlie remembered watching Ranboo go through the exit door that sat across the room. This is bad, no way that was actually an exit if his perception was still being distorted.

Reaching the "exit", the blood drops (that oh god, is definitely Ranboo's) leave a sparse trail down the highly ominous hallway the spans out before him. Carefully, quietly, Charlie makes his way down the hall. It looks like this was once a back hallway for maintenance with doors marked with signs that designated them as storage rooms. Much Charlies both dismay and slight relief the blood trail leads into a door that's been left slightly ajar. He can hear Hetch's voice coming from within, but it sounds like a speaker meaning as usual, Hetch has removed himself of the actual scene of the crime. He pokes his head in as far as he dare and...

"The audience... has voted... for you to die."

Clunk

The sound rings in Charlie's ears despite its short, quiet nature. He doesn't know how long he stands there, staring at it, at them. Ranboo, his friend, blood pouring from the box where their head used to be (maybe still is, god I hope it still is).

Maybe he stood there for only a minute, maybe a few, maybe even an hour. Things could finally, truly get better, no tricks no audience no nothing, but there the corpse of his friend was, crucified for the entertainment of the audience.

Tap He takes one step forward

Tap Another step

Tap tap tap tap Before he can think about what he's doing Charlie runs towards Ranboo's blood soaked corpse, tears streaming down his face.

"Ranboo! Ranboo come on man we're getting you out of here! I just... I just..."

He looks wildly around for something, anything to get the chains off of him.

There! Boxes and tools and props packed into a corner.

Maybe they're planted, maybe this is still part of the show, Charlie doesn't care, he just gets up and sprints towards it.

He rummages through the stuff, props from previous episodes (his only memories) thrown aside as he does so.

Eventually he finds something in a box full of chains and rope and zip ties and tools for attaching them to people, bolt cutters.

He snatches them up so fast he scratches his hand on some of the sharp edges inside the box but his brain has no time to process the pain.

Before he even realizes he's up and moving again he's in front of Ranboo, getting the bolt cutters in position and...

Snap One chain broken

Snap The other chain broken

Ranboo collapses onto Charlie who just barely manages to brace himself as his brain realizes what breaking Ranboo free meant. As gently as he could, he lowered Ranboo to the ground, the box refusing to move or slip from their head.

The tears that had slowed down during the short time he had been preoccupied resumed their previous rate. Large, heavy tears poured from his eyes and dripped onto Ranboo's jacket. Despite their quantity and size, they did nothing to wash away the blood.

"Hey... hey c-come on man... it's going to be ok... we'll get out for... for real this time. We'll see the... the sun! We'll see the sun Ranboo! Don't... don't you want to see the sun...?"

The feeling of warm blood saturating his pants through to his legs was the only response he got (Won't be warm much longer).

"Ranboo... Ranboo come on... you can't be dead... please..."

He didn't know why he was pleading. He watched the box snap over his head, the blood cascade down and now pool around his knees. Maybe it was one of the wires he couldn't remove still convincing him that death wasn't real. Maybe he just desperately wanted to not be alone. Maybe both.

Silence filled the room, only occasionally being broken by the sobs Charlie couldn't keep in. No one was going to answer his cries for help. He was alone.

[zeenmrala]

pairing: lord maul x gn!reader word count: 850 summary: lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods  a/n: soft soft soft with a sprinkling of angst. yes its a forest and a moon ok im consistent if anything. feels good to be back ♡

Serenity ☾

The night you feel his hands for the first time, the moon is a beacon of hazy light in the darkness of the sky, the full power of its cosmic glow restricted by thick clouds that stubbornly linger around it, as though they refuse to leave her naked and bare to the mercy of an army of stars. The air is rich with the scent of moss, the cool breeze sensual on your skin, the taste of fresh earthy water lingering in the damp air. You are meandering in the forest by taking slow and lazy steps further and further into the depths of the trees. You clear your head. The nighttime is of freedom, a time of agency that you cannot claim anywhere else.

You sense him before you see him. Feel him. His hard eyes, heavy and imposing on your back. Then you hear the whirring mechanics of his cybernetics, the usual mechanical thud of each metal footstep softened to a quiet thump by the dirt of the forest floor. You turn around, taking in the shadow of him, the gleam of his eyes, the overbearing darkness of his presence.

“What is it you seek?” Maul asks softly, sensing your motivations for being here. His voice is a rich purr, each word he uses more decadent than the last. 

There is a pause as you acclimate to his presence, and he moves slowly forward.

“Peace, my Lord,” you whisper honestly, bravely. You are aware that your response will infuriate him. “I seek peace.”

He has sauntered close enough that you can now see his lips pull into a muted smile. “You believe such a…notion exists?”

“You do not?” you counter coyly, your eyebrow slightly raised in genuine curiosity. 

He is silent for a time as he considers you. His eyes grow darker. 

“What is it you believe?” He almost spits the question, his chronic fury tainting the sentence. He avoids the word. Peace: he cannot seem to say it. The word he views only as a mockery of his existence. 

 “Choice.” Your voice quivers in the face of his bitter anger. He grunts in disapproval, but you persevere. “Peace is chosen.”

You can sense him as he seethes at your words, but you are overwhelmed with your own sentiment. You swallow your fear and step forward, taking his hands in yours in one swift movement. You squeeze his gloved fingers as you pour all the comfort you wish to give him into his eyes through your own.

“Just tonight,” you implore him, “let me choose.”

He scowls in response, though he does not pull away.

“It’s here,” you take his right hand in both of yours, hastily removing his glove. “Peace is here, for me. I can take it. It’s in your skin.”

He suddenly turns rigid, and you begin to hesitate, doubting how forward you are being tonight. How inappropriate. You let go of his hand and lower your eyes. You hear nothing for a few agonising moments, your focus centres only on the softness of his breathing. Then you hear a brief rustling. Heat burns your cheeks in embarrassment, at a loss of what to do next.

He takes your hands, both of his hands gloveless, his bare skin now touching yours. You feel a dropping sensation sear through your middle, disbelief roaring in your ears. You cannot seem to bring your eyes to his, not in such an unprecedented, intimate moment. So you look at his skin, interpret the stories told in every line, scar, tattoo.

You absorb his hands in a rush of detail beneath the bleary moon. Each of his fingers are varying shades of discoloured crimson, faded pink in places, and the broken washed-out ink of his tattoos are uneven and aged. His nails are long, dark and sharp. His palms are coarse and rough, the least pigmented in colour, the repeated use of his weapon and the years of his life having worn down the vibrancy of his skin tone. You imagine the durasteel of his saber to be stained red in return. You envision the years of his life, so rich with the scarlet that has been leached from his hands, a trail of blood red anguish representing all of that life that has been stolen from him.

You take his wrist and place his palm to your cheek, relishing in the consoling warmth of his skin. Your heart fastens in pace and your breath quickens as he takes your hand and mirrors your movement. You feel the gentle ruggedness of his face beneath your own palm. You stand together, silently entwined in the most intimate of interactions either of you have ever experienced.

You bring yourself to look up and into his eyes: they are glowing, blazing with a promise of regret. A storm of frustration and resentment. They ache with the words that he can never speak, could never speak. He is incompatible with serenity. And yet, he does not drop your hand.

Then the night stretches on, into forever and the void, both timeless and brief all at once. 

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[leonscroptop]

Aftercare <3 (Simon Ghost Rylie fic)

A/n- This is the first time I’m posting a fan fic like… ever. I’ve done plenty of writing in the past just never posted anything so plz have some grace on me 🙏. For this the person who would be y/n is named Luna bcs I refuse to write y/n fics, so you can pretend Luna is you 🤗Feedback is also completely welcome! Just be nice don’t straight up say it sucked 😭. But if you want to give me some tips on how to make my writing better it’s very welcome! Anyway this is short and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings- fluff, a little nsfw, mainly sfw, soft Simon

I could still feel Simons soft lips travel my body. The way the softness of them would suck on my skin. The wetness of them against my thighs. All of it was over now, but I could still feel him. His hands roaming my body, his sweaty skin against mine. It was all something that wouldn’t leave my mind because, how could I forget?

I lay in bed, still naked while Simon takes a shower in our shared bathroom. The silk of the sheets sticked to my sweaty skin as I continue to think of the events that just took place. Just the thought of it all made me horny again, if that was even possible. I mean damn, seven or so rounds later and I’m still not fully satisfied? He sure was, that’s why he stopped, he also thought I couldn’t handle anymore, and sure he was probably right, but I always craved more.

Simons figure came around the corner from the bathroom. He only wore his boxers, so his chest was on display for me to admire. His body glisten with fresh warm water from his shower. His mask was off as well, his blonde hair was wet and dripped water on the carpet.

“Luna? You awake?” His voice was soft and gentle.

I hummed in response then sat up. “Yeah? Why?” I spoke in the same gentle tone he did.

“I ran you a bath, I used lavender, that’s the one that helps you relax right?” It was so cute when he tried remembering the things I did for self care. He always make sure to take care of me rather than himself after we had fun. It made me love him even more.

“Oh you didn’t have to-“ he immediately cut me off by scooping me in his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. He gently placed my body in the warm water. The room was dimly lit by some candles. Simon then took a seat on the ground next to the tub and helped wash off my body. His hands felt rough, but his touch was gentle and loving.

“Are you ok?” The same question he asked anytime we did stuff with each other. He was the most aggressive guy in bed, but the second he was done he was gentle, caring, it was like a switch he could turn on and off so easily.

“Mhm, I’m just fine.” I looked into his blue eyes, he looked back with love and care.

“I wasn’t too rough? I always get scared I might hurt you…”

“You were just fine dear, you might have left a bruise or two on my hips but… I like that.” I smile at him gently.

He brought his hand up to my hair and started getting it wet so he could rub shampoo in it. “Ok, just tell me if I ever do too much.” Once his hand started scrubbing the shampoo in I shut my eyes and relaxed against his touch. The water was still warm, the air smelt relaxing, and the hands in my hair were loving.

Once I got fully washed off Simon helped me out of the tub then wrapped me with a soft clean towel. It was still hard for me to walk so he scooped me up again and carried me to the bed.

“Pink or blue?” He looked down at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What?”

“Your pjs, you want the pink or blue ones?”

“Oh I can get them, you don’t have-“

“Pink it is.” He cut me off again then pulled out my pink silk night gown. He then pulled out a pair of white laced panties. He took both and gown and underwear and helped slip the two on my body. His touch still soft and gentle.

Once I was dressed he climbed into bed with me and pulled me to his chest. His hands played through my wet hair untangling it gently.

“I love you.” He whispered to me as I snuggled in deeper to his skin.

“I love you too.” Then just like that, we both were asleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

[readceran]

selfshiptober: part one

ok so! here are some short (and i do mean very short) things inspired by a few selfshiptober prompts! specifically, days 3, 5, and 7. they're all part of longer pieces i'm working on

hopefully i'll have something more substantial to post by the end of the month for selfshiptober, but for now since i'm still trying to get into the swing of things with writing, here are these!

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

day 3: embrace | blood

pairing: adaryc/cabhan (pillars of eternity)

This time, away from the prying eyes of their comrades, in the safety of Cabhan’s cabin, Adaryc pulls Cabhan into a lingering embrace. Cabhan presses his face into the crook of Adaryc’s neck and, for the first time since leaving the Dyrwood, he feels safe.

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” Adaryc says quietly. Cabhan sniffles and moves impossibly closer to Adaryc as he continues. “I heard you had died and I…” he trails off, but one hand moves from Cabhan’s waist to the back of his head, holding him there.

After a moment, Cabhan pulls away, just enough to speak. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry, I should have written, or tried to find you–”

“Cabhan.” Adaryc’s voice is gentle but serious, and he steps out of Cabhan’s arms only to take his face in his hands. “From what you’ve said, you couldn’t have. There was no time.”

“There was no time,” Cabhan agrees, but he slumps forward, back into Adaryc’s arms. Suddenly, the bone deep exhaustion he has been fighting since this began becomes so overwhelming he can barely stand. Everything is too much, too overwhelming and frustrating and taxing. This should not be his responsibility, but it is, it always is.

At least Adaryc is here.

“Thank you,” Cabhan says into Adaryc’s shirt, barely audible. He doesn’t elaborate, but Adaryc’s hold on him tightens slightly.

day 5: all dressed up | blade

pairing: adaryc/cabhan (pillars of eternity)

A small, soulbound dagger sits on the table by Cabhan's bed. It is not particularly impressive looking, but it is sharp and it is light and it has served him well. It is one of only a few things he kept when he left home, and it has saved his life more times than he cares to count.

He wants to give it to Adaryc.

He fights with the idea for months. It is too much, too close to an admission of affection for his comfort, but the idea haunts him. Every letter he sends, he considers sending the dagger with it, and every time Adaryc visits, Cabhan fights the overwhelming desire to give it to him.

A blade for a blade, he tries to convince himself, but it is so much more than that to him. He thinks of Steadfast, of how significant it felt when Adaryc offered it to him. And now, months later, the sword still brings him comfort– it is a physical reminder that there is someone who cares, who understands.

If nothing else, he wants to offer that same comfort to Adaryc.

When he sees Adaryc later that evening, he almost changes his mind. He could reject it, after all, or he may think that it is a meaningless gesture. But the dagger is already in his hand, and Adaryc is eyeing it– and Cabhan– curiously.

As Cabhan approaches, Adaryc steps closer to him, reaching out to place one hand on his shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

“I…” he holds out the dagger, the hilt pointing toward Adaryc, and chuckles nervously. “I wanted you to have this.” He refuses to look at Adaryc’s face, but he watches as Adaryc takes the weapon and gently turns it over in his hands.

“Cabhan?” He finally looks up, and Adaryc smiles when Cabhan meets his gaze. “Thank you. Truly.”

Cabhan nods, feeling his face flush as relief and embarrassment wash over him in equal measure. He is still nervous, and a loud, nagging part of him worries that Adaryc only accepted it to be polite. But there is a gentleness to how Adaryc handles the blade, something not unlike Cabhan's treatment of Steadfast.

day 7: rain | infection

pairing: maxwell/bellamy (original characters)

Bellamy stares out of the large, glass doors of the firm, glowering at the growing puddles and the torrential rain. He does not want to walk home in this storm, but his options are… limited. No umbrella, no car, and the nearest bus stop, where he’d have to wait in the rain, is two blocks away.

As he stares, someone brushes past him and out the door without sparing him a glance, an umbrella in one hand and a dark leather briefcase in the other.

Maxwell.

He watches for a moment, amused, as Maxwell fumbles with the umbrella, trying to open it with one hand as he stands in the pouring rain. As it opens, he looks behind him, directly at Bel.

For a second, Maxwell looks almost conflicted. Bellamy does not understand why until Maxwell turns around fully and reopens the door.

“You don’t live far from here, right?” The question leaves Bellamy taken aback, enough so that he struggles to formulate an answer. When he doesn’t answer quickly enough, Maxwell’s expression returns to its usual, carefully practiced neutrality. He does not, however, close the door.

“Yeah. Six blocks.”

Maxwell nods, satisfied. Bel half expects him to close the door now, content to watch him puzzle out how he’ll get home. Instead, Maxwell moves the umbrella so that it is only partially covering him, and gestures for Bellamy to step under it. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

[cloverlilly91]

People need a hug, a forehead kiss, and a grilled cheese cut diagonally. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Trigger warning for: mentions of pills, but only twice!

Ok I lied... I said 3 P.M. EST but I'm impatient so- HERE YA GO!!!

It was meant to be a normal day, a day where you and Tommy could just hang around in your little cabin.

But it seemed life had other plans.

You woke up feeling like shit.

Your eyes hurt, your throat hurt, you couldn't breathe through your nose, and your body felt heavy. You groaned, knowing that nothing would get done today. You felt an arm wrap around you, pulling you close to a warm body. You smiled, reluctantly pulling away "Toms..." you murmured. "Hm...?" he hummed sleepily. "I'm sick, you shouldn't be near me," you explained, holding back a coughing fit. "Whatever," Tommy said, pulling you close with his demon tail. He wrapped his arms around you again, a hand on your hip and the other in your hair as he began to softly place kisses on your face, making you smile softly.

Tommy refused to let go of you, no matter how much you protested. Once you gave up, that stupid yet sweet cocky smirk of his formed on his lips. "Stay here, I'm gonna make us something to eat," he said, kissing the tip of your nose before letting you go and making his way to the kitchen, which made you worry. Tommy was a gremlin, and everyone knew it. No one should trust Tommy alone, let alone in a kitchen, but what choice did you have? You were sick and your limbs felt like lead.

You sat up in the bed with some struggle as Tommy returned, a grilled cheese cut into 2 triangles on a plate with a cup of water and some pills in his other hand. You smiled as he gave you the plate, putting the glass and medicine on the bedside table. "Thank you, Tom," you said, smiling as you bit into the, surprisingly not burnt, grilled cheese. Tommy hummed in response, holding you close. "It was nothing, you're just lucky the biggest man in the server was here to take care of ya," Tommy said with a smirk, his eyes closed. You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. You knew full well Tommy's sleepiness was wearing off, but you also knew Tommy would be uncharacteristically quiet today. He always was whenever you were sick. That's how much he loved you, to the point he would be quiet just for your comfort. You finished your grilled cheese, taking the pills and glass of water. You threw the pills in your mouth, quickly chugging the water to wash them down. You sighed and put the glass back on the bedside table, cuddling into Tommy as he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair until you slowly drifted off back to sleep.

[halucygeno]

The beauty of Дурак (2014)'s ending (+ one thing I wish they had done differently)

Well, as you might surmise by the title, this post will spoil the general plot and ending of Yuri Bykov's 2014 film "Durak" ("The Fool"), so to anyone who hasn't seen it yet, take this as my enthusiastic recommendation and go find some way to watch it.

Spoilers are under the "keep reading" divider.

So, I'm sure everybody noticed that in the final scene, alongside Nikitin, one of the bystanders in the crowd gets beaten up.

Once the mob clears off, we see this anonymous person crawl up to Nikitin and shake him, presumably trying to get some sort of response and see if he's okay.

Finally, having gotten no response, they limp back towards the tenement.

It goes without saying, but the decision to have this person wear a hooded jacket is deliberate. They're not supposed to be an individual character to whom we can attach a face or voice, but rather a stand-in for any random stranger one might encounter.

We don't know anything about them. I can only presume they were beaten up because they believed Nikitin and helped him alert/evacuate the tenants, leading the mob to think they were working together. That, or maybe they tried to stop Nikitin's beating (though this isn't reflected in their movement within the crowd). Either way, they were trying to help somehow.

And just like Nikitin was some random plumber who happened to notice the building was unstable and tried to save the people inside, this random person heard Nikitin's warning and decided to believe him. Even after getting a beating for their trouble, they still showed compassion by checking to see if he was ok.

I feel like the intention of this scene was to introduce some much needed tonal ambiguity to this extreme downer of an ending, as well as hint at a hopeful message that would dissuade viewers from a purely cynical reading of the story.

Despite the film being called "the fool", Nikitin's core character trait is not stupidity. His actions are definitely portrayed as naïve, but the film puts much greater focus on his compassion, initiative and determination - his refusal to fall into apathy and indolence when other people's lives are on the line.

An "idiot" is what he's judged as by other people who view his efforts as futile. There's one person who is very entitled to this view: his wife, whose life he accidentally destroys without consideration. But the others are all some degree of selfish and corrupt. They disparage Nikitin (and Nikitn's father) because his moral integrity contrasts so strongly with, and therefore highlights, their own decadence. Dismissing his actions as naïve or stupid acts less as an indictment against him, and more as a justification for their own apathy.

And in the end, the film seems to take their side: Nikitn's idealism fails completely - he ruins himself and his family, while the people in charge wash their hands of responsibility and do nothing. Even those who he's trying to help turn against him.

So to have this random stranger show concern for Nikitin in this final moment, when the whole world has seemingly rejected him... it feels very powerful. It's like the film is saying that despite everything, Dmitry is not alone; there are good people out there, we just don't notice because they blend in with everyone else.

There's only one thing I wish the film had done differently: I wish this person had limped away from the tenement rather than towards it.

If this stranger truly trusted Nikitin and still cared for him, even after being beaten up, it would've felt appropriate if they had heeded his warning and stayed out of their apartment, at least for the day. (I don't know, stayed at a friend's place, or at a restaurant or a library - just somewhere away from the building).

This wouldn't lessen the ending's ambiguity - we still wouldn't know if Nikitn's calculations were accurate, whether the building was truly at risk of imminent collapse. Even if he was right, he would still be a Cassandra whose warnings went ignored by a vast majority of the tenants. But if he was right (if the audience believes he was), then having the hooded person limp away from the building would suggest that he at least saved them; his struggle wouldn't have been completely in vain.

It would be poetic, really. Nikitin would've completely destroyed himself in exchange for the life of this one stranger - the only one good enough to reciprocate his kindness. I feel like it would've strengthened the glimmer of hope already hinted at by the ending, while still maintaining the generally dark, depressing tone.

But hey, that's just my opinion. Maybe it was crucial to the film's message that Nikitn's actions truly accomplish nothing, to show that sometimes, there is absolutely zero reward for doing the right thing. Who knows. I'm just some guy, writing down my thoughts.

Welp, I don't know how to conclude this, so, um... good movie! Good melodrama, very clear, very concise. Up there as one of my favourites.

[misssakuramochi]

hello! 🗣️ i'm wondering if i could get a matchup for baldur's gate?? slight preference for men but ladies are ok too!

personality traits (and notes): introverted (distant, disinterested, little interest in getting close to many people, does not get lonely), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking for help), confident (arrogant, a bit prideful), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless), even-tempered (somewhat apathetic, rarely has strong emotional reactions, but is baseline content almost always), good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip), a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who don’t know what they’re doing), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, cold and a little mean when upset with someone.

hobbies: drawing, painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking, cosplay, reading, taking care of plants, thrill-seeking activities.

likes: cats, sweets, good food, lattes, aromatic candles, cool weather, traveling, piercings, tattoos, puns (!), lazy days, learning foreign languages, cleaning, new experiences, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), when people banter back with me, people who let me tease them, people who develop their own opinions but are still willing to listen to other perspectives.

dislikes: bitter foods, strong scents, pessimism, hot weather, feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for others, when people don’t stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), overly anxious people, people-pleasers, when people act condescending towards me, people who try to force conversation with me.

types: intj-a ; 7w8 (yes i know type 7 is super uncommon for intj) ; love languages: physical touch, quality time.

misc.: clumsy ; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. “bust this popsicle stand” instead of “blow this popsicle stand”) ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in uni (also studied abroad in korea) ; majors in international cultures/languages + minors in psychology and medieval history ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously, to not dwell too much on the past.

I match you with...

HALSIN

○ Halsin values honesty and while you can be a little too straightforward sometimes, he appreciates that you don't make him guess what you're thinking. He's not whatsoever easily offended so most of your remarks wash right off of his shoulders or even make him laugh. He doesn't mind that you come across as a little cold - he knows a good person when he meets one. That being said, he's not spineless and isn't afraid to tell you if you've gone too far.

○ You balance one another emotionally. Halsin is a very passionate man, and you are much less prone to strong emotional reactions. You help keep him regulated and he helps you find purpose and direction.

○ Physical touch is an important thing for both of you. Halsin isn't uncomfortably touchy, but a calm hand on the small of your back or lithe fingers in his hair give reassurance and comfort even in the most stressful of times. Most times he's got a hand on your shoulder or fingers wrapped in yours. You both feel safer, stronger, when you can feel the other there.

○ Halsin is mature. He's seen many things and he's accepting. You want, it seems, someone open-minded and listens even when they may believe something different. Halsin is your guy. He loves to have deep talks with you about worldview and your own open-mindedness gives him new perspective he loves to chew on.

HEADCANONS

○ Halsin loves to tease, so banter is common. He especially loves it when his adrenaline is high and his focus is on you. This means that the two of you find yourselves flirting on the battlefield quite often. It makes fighting almost fun, sort of a competition between the two of you.

○ Halsin adores your clumsy side. You're usually sp confident and powerful in his eyes that he can't help bit he endeared when you trip over yourself. He's not the type to run to your rescue because he knows you don't need a knight in shining armor, but when things are too much he's always got your back.

○ Once all is said and done I can see the two of you traveling the world together. You would learn about all the different cultures along the way, and Halsin would explore the natural world. Both of you are always earning and growing together

○ Halsin is a frequent subject of your painting. He insists on posing for each canvas you coat for him and takes increasingly ridiculous poses to make you laugh.

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Hello!!! I hope you enjoy your match!! Thank you again for trading with me, I look forward to reading your half (though there's no rush!)

[therese-lokidottir]

Oh, let us talk about how Thor is an expert in saying the exact wrong thing every time.

The apology from the first film, while a huge step for Thor recognizing he needs to apologize blows it by not understanding why Loki is upset by not knowing what he did wrong even now. Loki, who can't even be treated with respect when he's King, to have everyone immediately commit treason against him for Thor, doesn't need to hear, for whatever I have done to wrong you. The worst thing Loki could hear right now when he is currently in an emotional breakdown from learning his whole life was a lie. Thor is offering nothing in actuality, Thor offering Loki to take his life instead cheapens the apology. It makes it seem like Thor isn't coming to Loki with understanding and a promise to change so much as it seems like Thor guilts him into stopping.

The Avengers when Thor wants Loki to come home, again doesn't consider Loki and what happened. Loki knows he's burned that bridge and even if he didn't, he wasn't happy at home in the first place. Thor is offering nothing; he is trying to get Loki to go back to the status quo, worse yet Thor ruins it when he keeps prioritizing the tesseract over Loki's wellbeing. Thor doesn't ask what happened and if is Loki ok. When Loki says he doesn't tesseract Thor immediately summons Mjolnir. That doesn't give the impression that he really cares about Loki, he gives the impression that he just wants Loki under control.

By TDW Thor doesn't even try to get through with Loki. He has given up at this point. Thor doesn't want to make connections with Loki and he's resentful things have changed and can't go back to the way they were.

The third film is when Thor is at his absolute worst. Thor refuses to meet Loki on any kind of equal ground. Thor washes his hands of any responsibility of why the relationship soured and it really is the accumulation of Thor never trying to understand Loki. Why are you like this, for Thor he decided the answer is Loki is just bad. Thor really proves how he twists the situation because he admits how they were close, how they went in different directions how he wishes things could be like they were only to turn it around and say Loki never changes.

What Thor does over and over again is demand Loki fall back in line. The only moment where Thor got close making Loki see reason is when he emphasized the destruction of the Chitauri. That was the one time he snapped Loki back to reality because it wasn't about the relationship and how Thor never promised to be better. Instead, it finally hit Loki that he didn't want this, but by that point, it was too late to take it back. If Thor started with the fact killing=bad you don't want to kill, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Thor + trying to get through to Loki throughout the years

[boricuacherry-blog]

Angie Stone And Daughter Diamond Stone

7:00 he clocked it and u can tell she's mad he did. She's selling a narrative instead of telling it like it is. Diamond is shaking her head.

13:39 ok, narrative building again. Did you even listen to what she said? This isn't even about "stuff." What does u not getting nothing for Christmas have to do with what she said ?

13:53 being dismissive of what Diamond is saying. What u mean it's not true? She's telling u how she literally feels. Why u shake your head? Lol what

14:12 bake some cupcakes ..shit. take out a crayola out and draw a pic. This is not about "stuff" it's about you

14:43 Cut Diamond off, and dismissive of her so she can again build the narrative again.

15:31 making Diamond feel guilty so she can't say how she really feels. She wants the convo to go HER way, and is deflecting. All I see is Angie being manipulative.

15:46 this is where I get so pissed off. Excuse me?! Enabled? such a trash response...trying to act like she's "blaming herself" while again putting the blame on Diamond.

16:02 "I feel it's a sympathy act." And she's prob heard it a million times and is over it.

18:22 "I do..I do..I do that" smh

18:34 "just because you're Angie Stone's daughter..." The way she cuts her own daughter down is sad. So angry and defensive.

18:56 "I hate the spirit that dwells within her" just nasty. There was no need to say that.

*at no point has Diamond insulted her, but Angie keeps taking underhanded jabs at Diamond*

21:35 I disagree with him here. Diamond should wash her hands atp. She has said in so many words how she feels about Diamond.

22:44. Slandering u? You don't need her help with that. Why would you say that. Fighting words.

22:54 says more about you, belittling this girl. "Slanders u and curses u..." u trying to make her look bad. I would have halted the convo there. She knows the dog whistle to make other mothers sympathize. How did she slander u? be specific and stop demonizing her? What are u doing to make her feel like "cursing u and slandering u?" Oh you are perfect. Right.

23:29 u are slandering Diamond!! I cannot. Stop trying to make her look bad she hasn't done it to u, why u doing that to her. Sick. Using words to demonize her in an effort to make yourself look better.

23:34 "But why?...." "lemme tell u something" *points fingers* Diamond girl stand up for yourself..just end that convo right there. Don't argue with her bec the public will see "daughter disobeys" and just take mom's side.

23:51 question of the day: what does it mean? You treat her like your opp.

Should just let Angie talk and make herself look bad. going back and forth gives ppl ammunition to say u the problem. Don't argue with illogical ppl bec ppl can't tell who the crazy one is from far away.

24:10 u not angry Angie? She's the only one angry? Ok ..lol... "I'm not angry at u" lmaoo

***this is why she shouldn't go back and forth with her mom. Now Diamond is angry and justifiably so, but now that Angie has triggered her, she sits back and says "Oh, well, I'm not angry." And u end up looking like the crazy one to ppl. U see what she does?

The spirit that dwells within her is HER! U love her flesh and u hate her spirit? Coocoo

24:51 EXACTLY. U want to do an exorcism?? We going there right now. Fix your spirit before you start going in on hers.

25:12 respect your mother, but why continue to understand or have a relationship with a mother who will not respect you? U can love and respect her and still refuse to give her the gift of your spirit, since she hates it so much.

25:33 aww now she's calling Diamond filthy. Lol... "I'm dealing with YOU..." points finger.. oh.

26:00 "I wasn't physically there, but..." OK so why are u so self righteous? You were NOT THERE physically. U were Casper, the unfriendly black ghost. There in the flesh gone in spirit. So u don't have the right to speak to her like a child. That's why u hate the spirit "that dwells within her." U can't relate bec yours was absent.

26:17 "Angie Stone, this isn't the story. It's the story u convinced yourself of." Clock it. She's combative even with T.D. Jakes.

29:00 let it go. u can't squeeze blood out of a stone. ****respecting your mother does not mean allowing her to disrespect you. When she does, say goodbye and hang up the phone. Don't give her opportunity to her treat u that way. If you want a relationship set certain boundaries with her.***

T.d. Jakes: "you haven't made enough deposits to get the withdrawal you want"

30:00 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

32:47 but don't let your children see your mom act like that to u. U should be able to respect yourself first.

36:51 A mother comes with responsibility too. ppl should be able to differentiate that she is the daughter and you are the mother.

Diamond cries, and gets 0 affirmation, Angie doesn't try to hug her, nothing. That's telling. She cries when defending her reputation. No tears while her daughter is pouring her heart out with visible tears running down her face.

41:42 trust takes time. Diamond has that wall up for a reason. Angie has to set the example as the mother first. Physical absence & emotional abuse. with a mom like that it's so easy to go from 0 to 100. What struck me was her saying the grandmother cusses her out too.

Why do I get the feeling Angie Stone only did this show to defend herself against the bad publicity of her knocking Diamond's teeth out?

I was and am on the daughter's side. I don't like how Diamond's mother was treating her, and on television. Angie chose to be here, but wouldn't hear her daughter's POV. The interview shouldn't have taken place, bec now, people can look at the dynamics of your relationship and weigh in. Including ppl who don't like how you treat Diamond. Don't go on a show to "mend something with someone" if that was never the intention in the first place.

She talks down on Diamond which gives permission ppl who don't know her and have never met her to then talk down her also. You didn't even protect her on this show, so what happens behind closed doors? It was just her defending herself at the expense of Diamond. My adrenaline shot up to a thousand when I first tried to get through this and I don't know how Diamond did it. God bless her.

[kageyuji]

asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

[beann-e]

Haikyu characters reacting to their s/o screaming back at them

Nekoma Characters reacting to their s/o Screaming back at them

Read Part One Here

kenma

-it would not take much -_-

- Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s yelling at you or much less using his raised voice when talking to you

-he’s so used to screaming at kuroo through his mic that when he’s finally pissed off and bubbling ; it just happens after you try to ask him what he wants for dinner at the wrong time

-post time skip

“ go left “ The sound of the controller clicking swirled through the room as your boyfriends eyes followed the screen at every turn his character took “ kuroo I said go left “

“ uh which one ? “

kenmas face went into a straight line as kuroos body stiffened knowing he hadn’t been listening in the first place “ no wait which way I meant —which way “

“kuroo I said go left “

“ oh “

“ yeah — go left “ the strain in your boyfriends voice was evident

it showing off the sliver of annoyance he was trying to hold back knowing that you were somewhere in the same house

he hated for you to see him anything other than calm

Anytime he showed any bit of annoyance with you or even showed he was about to give you attitude you quickly shut it down. It was obvious to him who was the dominant one in the relationship and he had no problem with it

Honestly he was scared of what you would think when you finally saw him fly off the handle. Of course you’d seen him have an attitude he was a gamer that was normalized to have one after a lost game but, it wasn’t often he showed you that side because kenma doesn’t do losing

so what would happen if he finally got ticked off so badly due to something that was ‘just a game’ to you would you be scared?

he couldn’t help but think that you would run for the hills and then screw him over in the breakup and tell everyone he still wears tidy whities and forgets to go pee during gameplays unless you remind him by asking had he peed all day

“ hey du— “

“ don’t talk until you kill the leftover guys so we can win“

“ ken you don’t think I can multitask “ kuroos laugh fell into the room over kenmas headphones “ I used to do it everyday i was the captain of the vb team, I keep you in line “

“ sure sure — but are you watching your corners “

“ I keep everyone healthy , and i’m hot , plus I’m about to win this gam— I died “

the silence in the moment spoke volumes before kenma could

his hand grabbing the controller harshly as he refused to blink seeing the word loser flash in bright letters on his screen

Body growing hot and sweaty while he tried to hold in his anger and process what just happened so he could determine the next best course of action

Knowing , He just knew

The amount of trouble he’d get in if you walked in to hear him screaming at kuroo shouting words you hated when he used

He was trying to hold it all in

really he was

he just needed some quiet first just some silence to figure out how to calm himself down his brain going over serveral images of kuroo dead at the bottom of stairs maybe even him getting hit too hard with one of kenmas sets when they played 4 on 4matches

Anger only growing when he heard a voice pour in that he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to much less cared

“ hey ke— “

“ Do you ever fucking listen “ his voice was hard and threatening “ do you ever just shut the fuck up and “

he threw his headphones to his keyboard “ and listen — no you don’t— you go quiet and now here i am upset because you simply don’t listen — answer the questions i’m asking you— you fucking sea creature“

his body only growing hotter as his neck got red eyes darting for a person to scream at and take his anger out on

“ answer me “ he screamed pain eteched in his voice as he finally turned to find you

a look crossing over his face before he blinked looking to the floor then up at you in confusion before turning back to his screen that glowed in the dark room anger hitting him all over again when he saw kuroos wide open mouth and their dead avatars laying on the ground

“ Why the fuck — how the —- I always fucking lose when that asshole —that miscalculated creation— whenever he plays with me it’s so serious to me — i make money off of it i make — i get deals and i — I can’t — can’t lose them they’ll think i’m not good enough— i“

he slammed his fist into the wall speaking low

“ I hate fucking losing “

he turned to you “ it’s not nice y/n — I tried to fucking do your shitty routine of calming myself down first but it just “

he moved closer to you with anger pouring from his body

your eyes wide in a look of fear when he grabbed your face pointing to his screen “ look — “

he screamed in your face when you didn’t tear your eyes away from his “ BABE I SAID LOOK“

your eyes never leaving his as he just grew angrier at your incompetence

“ so your not fucking listening to me either “ his voice grew questioning “ are your ears dirty just like kuroos ? huh ? are y’all apart of some shitty cult for mute wannabes “

his hand gripped tighter on your cheeks “ i’m so stupid your just as fucking dumb as that asshole — fucking — I bet you wanna date him huh — “

his mind ran wild as he thought of the two of you together insecurity blooming

“ you want a loser like him over me right ? you have to like kuroo — look at him you want to date kuroo right “

he laughed “ fucking slu— “

“ finish it and we’ll be playing our own game of kenma getting his ass beat until he finally gives up and cries “

your eyebrows quirked up as you held eye contact with him “ trust me you’ll lose “

you looked at the male in front of you in disgust

“ get your shitty cheeto dusted gamer hands off of me “

his hands loosened their hold on you

“ all the way off you dirty imbecile “

you scoffed as he dropped his hand in a rush of fear

“ I bet your dirty ass didn’t even wash them after I made you pee earlier — yeah made — you wanted to get back to that sweaty chair that badly ? “

his cheeks grew hot as he blinked himself out of his trance only to see what he’d gotten himself into

“ who do you think you are talking to like that “

your stare making him shake even more in fear

You always scared him when you were upset wether you were taller or not your annoyance alone at an action he’d done scared him enough

Your words stood tall and poured in on him making him feel like he was suffocating but, he knew he needed to hear this. You only did this when his anger was out of control like he knew it could be. He stayed on his games all day and all night which was the only way to provide your shared income

at least until he could get his company up and running he had yet to sign contracts because he said he needed to read them first and reading took too much work

this was how he paid your bills. It stressed him out knowing that any day someone on the internet could call him a loser and that same day your steady flow of money may trickle in slower than usual

So when he lost a game any game even something as simple as Mario or even kirby it pissed him off because he couldn’t help but shoulder all the responsibility of taking care of you and himself. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that stability and all of this catered into his rage. A rage only you could catch and calm down with your sheer words.

“ who do you think you are “ your voice came out low and calm as you spoke down on him “ answer me “

“n-no on — no one babe “

“ don’t babe me “ your hand pressed on his chest “ you don’t deserve that not after you talked to me that way “

“ I -i’m sorry “

“ for what “

“ f-for talking to you like that and “ his voice came out soft as he spoke

“ I cannot hear you “

“ fuck i’m sorry for talking to you that way —and for using force —force and grabbing you like that “

“and i’m just expected to forgive you? you know I hate this — you know this and yet you keep doing it? why ? why do you keep shouldering this and then lashing out “

“ p-please “

“ mm — i’m not seeing it ken— I mean you treat me like one of your other asshole friends and then on top of it you grabbed my face this time— you’ve never gone that far “

“ y-yes I know — I know “

“ so you can see my problem with just accepting your apology right “

“ y-yes ma’am “

“ oh — “ you laughed as you spoke “ now we’re using nice names huh “

“ i—I thought it’d work“ he pouted

“ I wanna forgive you ken “ you looked at him as his head dropped in embarrassment cheeks going red

“ I really do babe but “

“ I swear I won’t do it again y/n “

you thought for a moment staring at the boy in front of you who was pissing his pants in fear

“ y-y/n I swear I didn’t know it was you I was angry and I —I thought kuroo was talkin— “

“ but you realized it was me? “

he paused

“ you even looked from me and back to your screen so you knew correct “

“ yes “

“ and yet you still yelled at me and grabbed my face “

“ really i’m sorry— I wasn’t there all the way “

you took a deep breath before looking to his computer eyes made up in a squint and then trailing back to the boy in front of you

“ ok ken “ his eyes glowed in happiness

“ you— your forgiving me “ he laughed almost mocking you knowing he’d never been let go this quickly you usually took away his gaming system until he’d learned to calm down

he even started ‘doing’ yoga, if you count playing the youtube videos on the tv while he played on his apple watch that you’d forgotten to take, just to fool you into giving his game back “ this easily“

your eyes moved pointedly to his as he fell back into submission

“ i’m sorry I just meant you arent more upset “

“ well i’m deciding that since it was the first time you ever went to that extent of yelling at me I’m gonna let you off the hook “

you smiled “ also I thought you already got enough punishment “

“ h-huh “

you let your head move up to face his computer screen in a slight nod his eyes lighting up before his face fell in sadness

He never meant to fall submissive let alone show who was the dominant one in the relationship to anyone outside of you especially not with kuroo on the other line

“ I don’t think kuroo minds much babe it’s ok “ you said happily changing the whole way you carried yourself earlier and the way you spoke your body easing after beating into kenma

“ no trust me he doe— “

“ goddamn “

your eyes fell onto his friends open mouthed smile

“ and you just let ‘em do you like that “

kenmas eyebrows came together in sadness

“ damn ken —“

your eyes went hard on kuroo

“ and do you think your any better ? because from what i’ve heard churro it seems to me like you couldnt even keep your own team on a leash much less that lev kid so ? “

“ god “ kuroo coughed shifting in his seat whispering softly to himself “ so hot “

he shook his head before speaking again a little bit louder “ uh no— no I completely understand y/n —god i just know your fun “ he laughed

“ kenma keep listening to your s/o don’t mind me “

he moved to log off speaking under his breath “ so fucking scary —swear i’m bringing ‘em in to scare my vb kiddos— shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ uh wha—”

“ he had a — he had a crush on you and yeah I”

“ oh well “ you moved to throw your arms around him in happiness his body stumbling back at the action as he cautiously wrapped his hands around your back

“ n-not in trouble “

“ not in trouble “

“ still love me “

“ still love you “

“ then can I pla- “

“ no “

“ nevermind I didn’t want —want to play anyways “

“ that’s good “

“ yeah “ he drawed out as you grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room “ but babe the monitors still on just one matc— “

your grip tightned on his hand “ movie ken “

“ got it movie — movie “

he spoke low following you wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek “ movie first — game later “

lev

-I don’t think he would ever ever ever scream at you but he would totally say something hurtful and not even realize it because kuroo and kenma said it to him

-so he’s literally just using what he was taught but In the wrong way

- not a time skip

“ lev can you help me “ you shouted to the taller male as you made your way across the court his hands cupping around his mouth as he stared down on you from the other side “ yeah “ he smiled “ totally “

you copied him a smile itching to spread across your face “ just because I yell doesnt mean you yell “

“ well as bossy as you are you should know I’m going to “

your face dropped before it fell back into a happy smile mind racing with thoughts of maybe hes just making a joke he knows you hate when people say that about you

“ hey uh lev ? “

“ yeah babe “ he said running over to you

“ let’s not say that ok cause it kinda — it really hurt my feelings “ his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down on you his voice vibrating along the gym before he smiled again “ babe I like the design you added to your face I didn’t notice but other people said you looked good with it and yeah —honestly they were right “

“ huh — design? “

“ yeah it’s red it’s right by your eyebrow “

your hands moved quickly to cover the pimple from his view eyes darting across the gym hoping no one else heard and was trying to take a look at it

“ it’s fine it’s fine maybe if you put on some makeup you can hide it right ? i mean if you don’t like the design like I do i mean that’s what you usually use it for right ? “

your eyebrows went up face holding nothing but sadness as you spoke “ do you— lev baby do you really think i’m bossy “

he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he kept going “ yeah — I do everything you tell me to and I like it i’m like a puppy and your the master “

you could feel your body heat up at his words his smile spreading wider as he turned to his awestruck teammates

“ babe it’s ok id follow you to the end of the earth because I don’t understand your just stringing me along”

your hands dropped the balls you held onto from picking them up off the floor. head cocking to the side as you studied him trying to see what sparked this new way of thinking

“ oh god “

“ he’s so fucking —so so fucking clueles- “

“ stupid just outright stupid is what he is “ you said as his eyebrows creased face struggling to find the right way to react to the burning hot anger he felt radiating off of you in waves “ lev baby who told you this “

you walked a bit closer to him head leaned back to see him clearly “ who made you think this way “

“ uh what “ he shook his head face coming up in a pout “ babe I — “ he played with his fingers as he looked off to the side hand moving to run across his neck “ for some reason I feel like i’m in trouble —I did—did I do something wrong baby ?“

“ this is not cool lev not helpful, not sweet and nice it’s hurtful “

“ no what ? wait i’m “ he took his hand out to grab your arm his face made up in pure confusion “ no i’m —i’m complimenting you “

“ you— your complimenting me? “

“ yeah “ he smiled struggling to hold it up as his eyes darted across your face

“ lev baby “ you faked a smile as your eyes hardened “ think about your words —what have you just said “

“ well I said that your my master and i’m like a puppy“ he smiled as he thought back “ only because I love you and would do anything you tell me and because i’m hyper and sometimes you have to explain stuff to me in simple form because I can’t pay attention when anyone else talks but you “

he kept going “ then I said that I do anything you tell me to and I would “ he smiled harder voice sure of himself“ because I like following you and making you happy “

he scratched his neck face flashing a deep red “ then — then I said that you cover up your bossine— ok i’m sorry “

his face made up into a pout as he slumped “ really I didn’t know I thought it was nice I heard the team saying it in the back rooms and I though— “

“ FUCKING IDIOT “

“ LEV WHAT THE FUCK “

“ HOLY SHIT LEGS ARE YOU SERIOUS “

levs face dropped as he turned to kenma “ legs seriously ? “

kenma shrugging as he continued to play his hand held game “ eh well everyone else was saying something and you annoy me so — I present legs “

he sighed as he turned back only to see your eyes holding nothing but garbage fires In them as you stared at the group of guys huddled together

“ speak “ everyone whimpered as you stared them down “ explain to me why my boyfriend is telling me I need makeup to cover my pimple ”

kuroos uncomfortable laugh left him quickly as he looked away from the both of you rocking back and forth in his shows “ well um y/n “ he coughed “ you see we were — we’re guys y/n we were making jokes and you see lev doesn’t understand “

“ well I do so explain “

he jumped “ we thought— “

“ not quick enough you sweaty catboy“

“ god ok he came to us wanting to know how to compliment you he said he didn’t want to say anything dumb and —so that made us realize we can really make him do anything cause he’s so clueless—thought if we could get lev to say some dumb shit—trust me we didn’t go that far “ he said pointing to lev who was picking up the balls you’d dropped on the floor chasing after one that rolled away

“ then you’d break up with him and I guess at least one of us would have a chance — well except kenma he says he has princess peach as his wife —wait who the fu—I actually don’t know who that is ken is that an online girlfriend “

he furrowed his brows actually puzzled by his earlier words “ I don’t know why it seemed so normal to me at the time “

he shook his head “ but lev is so fucking stupid that he said everything fucking wrong — we literally just told him what we personally like about you —gave him some corny pickup lines but he said everything wrong like even the phrase about your makeup we were saying how you don’t wear any or when you do it’s not obvious because your natural beauty just radiates through it— then the next thing we talked about is how strong and just how you take directive I guess — and we — we thought it was hot “

“ then where did he get the stuff he said from “ your voice went high now you were confused he couldn’t have made that stuff up

“ y/n he’s just fucking stupid where do you think “ he rolled his eyes “ he made it up because he didn’t understand “

levs eyes widened as he had stopped paying attention to the situation taking place hours ago “ uh I cannot confirm or deny that statement but I will say you are very very beautiful my love “

your heart warmed as the team groaned your body moving into his as you kissed him softly “ did I do something wrong ? “

“ no lev your ok “

“ ok I never want you to feel bad or like y’know how kenma feels I always feel like he’s so angry “ your boyfriend shivered as he locked eyes with kenma who was ready to pounce on him claws showed as he gripped his game harshly “ see —- so angry “

“ not angry lev just “ you looked at him seriously “ babe you have to pay attention to what you say you may say something really really wrong to me one day and then — “

“ and then you’ll tell me what I did wrong while we cuddle and drink hot chocolate“

you smiled squeezing him harder “ no — then i’ll break your kneecaps so you’ll never be able to play volley again and i’ll dye your hair black in your sleep so people will think you look like a tall dirty mop “

he shook before he led you out of the door the team watching as you left leaving all of them to curse silently about their failed plan “ he’s the stupidest guy on the team and he — he got that “

“ bet he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he’s tapping it “

kuroo laughed “ yeah right like he even gets that far — they probably gotta explain how to continue a kiss without him focusing and staring straight into their eyes — he’s probably learning how to ‘multitask’ right now as we speak—lucky idiot “

the doors to the gym slammed open roughly a few minutes later as you held levs hand tightly behind the door “ HEY ASSHOLES “

everyone tuned to you in fear for themselves and the tall male behind you who you dragged like a mom in a store his eyes stuck on the lollipop that stuck out from his mouth “ guys y/n found me a lollipop—she stuffed it in my mouth when I told her the joke you guys told me to “

“ w-what joke “

“ the one where I called the sex line and said that I requested them because I heard good reviews “

the teams heads all dropped knowing they’d never said anything of the sort or even along the line he’d messed up their original words yet again and put not only himself but them in danger

“ if you guys ever try to taint my boyfriend with your dumb fucking words again I swear I will end you all —kenma i’ll buy every copy of the new game that you want that’s coming out — literally blow all my money so you can’t ever play the stupid game until im ready to allow you to “ his mouth going up in an o as he still had his attention on his game hands only tightening a bit at the threat his body moving behind kuroo for safety

“ kuroos chemistry lab will become a garbage chute for my lunch trays “ kuroos body slumping as he draped himself over kenma only to get pushed off and fall on the floor in pain your mouth moving to tell everyone else on the team what would happen if they didn’t respect your boyfriend and treat him like the nice , caring guy he was

Until finally you flashed a smile and walked off leaving the team in disarray as they couldn’t figure out if you just grew that much hotter or if they were having heat flash from the pissed off emotions they felt when lev turned around and winked at them while he ran his hand down your shoulder to land at your lower back as he followed you out