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[thetarotyapper]

what would they do to you if they had you all to themselves? (18+)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

☆ pile I ☆

king of cups, death, knight of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, the world, 2 of swords, knight of wands, the tower 

OMG BABE OKAY WOW this person wants to make love to you, like i'm not even kidding. this person has gone through a rollercoaster of emotions because of you and they don't know how to handle it anymore. for many of you, i’m seeing that there is some sort of “situation” here. maybe this person could be a friend of yours? a work colleague? something of that sort? this person is someone you've liked for a long time and it feels wrong to like them for some reason. this person could mean a lot to you. maybe you're worried it'll ruin your friendship (if it's your friend), or maybe you're worried it'll ruin your professional life because you could like someone who is in your workplace. whatever the reason may be, there is some sort of situation here where both of you cannot escape. this dynamic feels wrong, but for some damn reason it also feels so damn right. NO UGH WHY IS IT GIVING FORBIDDEN LOVERS TROPE. I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. there's mutual attraction, but your situation isn't right. y'all will have to be very cautious if you're thinking about moving this connection forward because it also affects a lot of people involved in your connection - like your friends, family, co-workers and so on. okay, i'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!! i just got this “situation” energy and i wanted to clear it out. anyways, let's get to your reading now, my love. 

this person is going to go through a lot of emotions when they're going to be with you for the first time. this all feels so wrong, but it also feels so…..right? ugh why does life have to be so unfair. things are going to feel a little strained and awkward at first but then later, it's going to get SO HEATED. this person has a lot of love to give you, it's almost like they have held themselves back for so long. but they can't take this anymore, they're going to break the walls that are blocking this connection. i'm also seeing that you're going to be very wet (um well sorry that channeled out of nowhere🏃‍♀️). i'm seeing sloppy and hungry-driven kisses. OH THIS PERSON HAS BEEN CRAVING FOR YOU. lots of heat coming in too. LMFAO they're going to adjust their pants a lot because they can't control their hard-on😭. with the king of cups here, im seeing that they'll approach this situation with a mature mindset and they're going to act very cool and well, nonchalant. but guess what? with the tower here, they're not as chill as they seem to be. you get them so worked up like i can literally feel the tension. this person wants to dominate you. they want you to submit to them. they want to see you under them and begging for more. oh babe they're going to change your life. they're hungry for you. i see deep long thrusts - um let me just run away i feel like i'm getting in y'alls bubble aksnamkaka. they literally want you begging for more, like i hear you saying “stop” in between moans but you both know that you want it more rough. they're not even going to wait for you to remove your clothes completely. they're literally going to devour you as soon as they get their hands on you. it's like one moment they're all super respectful and demure and the next it's like BOOM, they're an animal hunting for its prey. 

and trust me when i say this, this is not going to be a quickie. they're going to take their own sweet time in making you come. they've waited days, months, years even to have you all to themselves. all their pent up emotions are going to come out. and this is not a “im gonna do it with them today” typa thing - NO. they've waited a long time for this and it seems like this is all pre-planned too. they've waited for the right opportunity and babe when i tell you they're gonna grab that chance, oh they will. they're going to be so focused on pleasing you, they're not going to stop until you've come undone on their fingers/tongue and their…. well, it starts with a D (d*ck), and if it’s a woman, they want you to fill them up 🫣. i hear them saying “be a good girl/boy and come for me now, will you?” DAMN CHILL OUT BOI. they're a giver. you can literally just lie down and they'll love doing all the work. you're like a precious sculpture for them. you're delicate and they want to handle you with care - but they also don't mind breaking your back in the bedroom 🤭

they're going to be OBSESSED with your body when they see you naked. i can literally hear them saying, “you belong to me and only me”. they're going to be very possessive and jealous when they're making love to you. they're going to do it so slow with you it's almost frustrating. it's like you want them to increase their pace because their teasing is getting too much and you just want to feel the pleasure already, but nope. they're not done. they want to see you crying and begging for more. they want to feel your insides and how nice your….umm….girl grips around their….man😺. they want to feel your girl tightening around them. they want to feel every thrust. they want to feel your moans. they want to feel your desperate pleas. 

however i do see that in between they might rethink what they're doing with you because of this “situational” setting y'all are in but they're eventually going to say “fuck it” and they will literally fuck you. they've waited too long for this. they've waited too long for you. this tension is too much for them and they can't hold it in any longer. 

additional information - 12, mercury, libra, 2, jupiter, virgo, 10, aries, pluto, water, green grass/garland, ocean, mountains, desert, black/grey cloth/shaul, brown, dark - blonde hair, yellow, red, green. 

☆ pile II ☆

9 of wands, death, the fool, 10 of wands, ace of swords, 7 of cups, 9 of cups, king of wands. 

THE CARDS FOR YOUR PILE WE'RE LITERALLY JUMPING OUT AND WERE SO IMPATIENT. maybe this could mean that your person is impatient too hehehe👀🤭

i'm just gonna get straight to the point - fancy dinners and then hard-core love making. FULL STOP. the person in your mind would SPOIL you if they could take you out. im talking red dress, wine in hand, red lipstick, high heels, back suit, neatly combed hair, sitting in a fancy restaurant. like they'll take you out on THE DREAM DATE. either you or this person is going to love it when y'all play hard to get. they want to break down your walls, and by walls i mean your kitty cat’s walls 🐱. your person will love it when you're unsure about what their next move is, or maybe they're the one who'll love the thrill of not knowing what you'll do next. i think both of you will like to balance out the dominating and the submitting part. maybe y'all both are switches. y'all don't mind taking the lead nor submitting. well that's a good thing because both of you are going to enjoy the thrill of being together and well…..getting spicy😳. before even getting to the ahem ahem part, your eyes will do the talking. no words needed. y'all will literally just look at each other and the tension has already begun. i see them pushing you against the wall, with your hands over your head while they just kiss you till both of y'all are out of breath. they're going to leave hickeys all over your neck so that you know who you belong to. BYE i see y'all literally standing and doing it with each other. y'all ain't even gonna sit down😭. damn y'all are freaky, let me give y'all come privacy and put my sunglasses on 😎 🕶️ 🤏😳👀

the intimacy and dynamic is going to be AMAZING, literally out of this world. there's a lot of passion as well as aggression here. babe they aren't gonna go easy on you, and one round is NOT enough. they're going to explore so many positions with you and they're going to try out so many things with you - like blindfolding you or maybe you blindfolding them. oh my god now it makes sense. remember how i said that y'all would like the thrill of not knowing each other's next move? it's because one of y'all would be blindfolded and the other would take control. I SEE A WHIP TOO. um okay go queens/kings🤭. they're going to love seeing you tired and exhausted after they're done….ahem ahem with you. they'll love seeing your body and your tired face, and they’ll love it when you ask them to take it slow. they literally have so much energy it's insane. LIKE HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE. but hey, who am i to complain? you do you babe😏. they're going to feel so proud of their skills and i also see that you're going to feel so accomplished and happy. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

i'm seeing that for a lot of you, this would be a sign whether you would want to pursue this relationship/connection or not. i think y'all would test each other's compatibility. y'all have a very high sex drive and sometimes it might be frustrating if your needs aren't met so if this person isn't able to fulfill your desires or if you're not able to fulfill theirs, i don't see it working out. i'm gonna be honest, there's a lot of double standards here and even if your sexual needs are met, the relationship won't work if your emotional needs aren’t met. for a lot of you, this is more of a lustful connection than an emotional one and maybe both of you have the same outlook on this connection but if one of you actually wants a genuine relationship, y'all need to talk it out. even though the sex will be great, if there's no genuine feelings, then nothing will feel good. so, please make the right decision. y'all are very tempted by one another and you guys are going to treat each other as possessions instead of humans who have genuine feelings. maybe this person already has someone in their lives and you're just a fling. something doesn't feel right about this connection. they also seem like they have their guard up with you and only show you what you want to see. i do see that they'll be the one taking the lead and coming forward regarding where this connection is headed and one advice i would give you is - please clear your mind and think about what you truly want. maybe this person is actually really good, but there's just a lot of lustful intentions here. 

additional information - 1, aries, ascending lunar node, 11, pisces, descending lunar node, 12, aquarius, jupiter, trees/wood, temptations, orange, brown, white, cream (colour), woman, child, being in a tall building.

☆ pile III ☆

10 of wands, the hierophant, page of swords, 4 of wands, queen of wands, ace of swords, 8 of cups, the moon, 3 of wands. 

being with you is going to feel like a sin for this person. it's so out of their character to feel this way towards anyone. what have you done to this person, pile 3? jasjajakaka. this person is frustrated and angry at you. they just can't let go of the hold you have on them. a part of them doesn't want to like you but they just can't help themselves. they literally can't comprehend the feelings they have for you. they might try to ignore you, but it's only because they can't stop thinking about you. this person has literally fantasized about you a lot and they kinda feel guilty for thinking about you in that way. 

this person WORSHIPS you, like i'm not even being dramatic here. this person wants to kiss the ground you walk on. you're so ethereal, they can't get enough of you. everytime they see you, their man hardens. they try to control their arousal, but they just can't help it. the way you carry yourself and the person you are - just wow pile 3. you're mesmerizing. i can't even blame them at this point lol. you've got this enigmatic energy, it's driving them insane. people around you literally know that this person feels a strong sense of attraction towards you. they want you to dominate them. they want you to take control of them and use them. they want you to use them for your pleasure. they'll be so glad to be used by you, like i'm not even kidding. i have a feeling this person is very reserved and quiet. they might be a little short or their height might range from short to average (for a man) and you might be tall (for a woman) and this person loves this about you. this also means that your person loves it when you're on top of them and when they have to look up at you. they'll even like wearing a collar for you so you can order and control them around. 

you attract a lot of attention, pile 3. and people can’t help but feel drawn towards your energy. hell, i'm also drawn to your energy. you're so mysterious, people want to study you. the way you present yourself, your face, your hair, literally EVERYTHING about you is so so…..i don't know. i can't find the right words. attractive? mesmerizing? beautiful? your energy literally cannot be explained. you're mysterious and you only let people know a little about you - enough to the point where they think they know you very well, but they don't. i can't shake off your energy, it's so strong and captivating. okay, damn enough i'm getting carried away😅. now let's get back to your reading, shall we?

this person has manifested you for quite some time now and if you want to shoot your shot, i would say go ahead. you have the power here. you are the power. you're everything this person has been looking for. they knew that you're the one they needed when they saw you for the first time. however, i do see that this person is insecure and a little scared because they think that you have a lot of people who want you (and you do) and this makes them a little jealous, but sad. they're afraid they're never going to get a chance with you. i think this person is completely opposite from your standard type. this person is soft spoken, quiet most of the time and all to themselves, glasses, neatly combed back brown/brunette hair (maybe even blonde hair?) and pale skin.

this person admires you from afar. im seeing two possibilities here - either this person finally get the courage to come forward and ask you out or you reach out to them first. but here's the thing, if none of you take the initiative to make the first move, this connection might not move forward and might even be lost. i'm not picking on a lot of sexual energy here. i feel like this person genuinely likes you and wants to get to know you. for them intimacy is not just sex, it's about spending time with the right person. 

i am going to end your reading, my love but something just doesn't sit right with me. i feel like this person feels like they aren't being noticed by you at all and they might even feel neglected in general. their energy is so dull and sad and they struggle a lot with confidence. this person is in conflict with themselves. 

additional information - 12, virgo, moon, 5, 8, gemini, sun, 6, pluto, firm back, back turned towards you, yellow, scared, unsure, argumentative, withdrawal, red, orange, questioning morals, black cat. 

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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[lilbluustar]

anton's random scenarios

anton carrying their relationship in everyday life, how it would be? the day to day, his hugs, his shyness attacks, among other things...

not much to say... just that I love him too much and that he inspires me to write beautiful things :')

⋆when you make him jealous without realizing it

anton isn't the type to make a scene, but when he's jealous… it's all too obvious.

you're talking about an actor you think is cute and suddenly he stops eating and looks at you with a frown.

“do you really like him that much?”

you, not noticing anything: “well, yes, he's attractive.”

he nods slowly, but his jaw tenses and he starts playing with his hands, clearly uncomfortable.

“well… i guess it's okay.” he says, but no longer touches his food.

and you notice and explode with tenderness because he DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HIDE IT.

"anton, are you jealous?”

“no, not at all.”

but his gaze drops, his little face looks sad and YOU FEEL THE WORST FOR MAKING THIS BABY SUFFER😭💘

so you hug him and say, “you're the only one i like”

and in a second his expression changes, he lights up and smiles happily, like he was never jealous in the first place.

⋆ when you say “i love you” for the first time.

anton is one of those who feels a lot, but doesn't quite know how to express it.

so when you say “i love you” to him first, he's shocked. literally, his eyes get big, his mouth opens just a little bit and he doesn't know what to do.

“what… what did you say?” he asks, as if he needs to make sure he heard you right.

“i love you, silly.” you repeat, laughing.

and there you have it, all red, with a huge grin but not knowing how to react.

finally, after a few seconds of mental collapse, he just hugs you tight and buries his face in your neck.

“i love you too… very much.” he murmurs, and his voice trembles a little bit because he really feels it.

and you there, knowing that this is the best moment of your life.

⋆when he sings you a song that he wrote for you.

anton doesn't tell you directly, but every time he composes something, he does it with you in mind.

one day, you're listening to a new tune he's playing on his guitar, and you're struck by how beautiful it is.

“what's it called?” you ask.

he hesitates a bit and scratches the back of his neck, clearly nervous.

“it doesn't have a name yet…”

but then you notice that the lyrics describe things that have happened between you: the way you laugh, the way you look at him, the moments you've shared.

“anton… is it about me?”

and he, already completely red, just lowers his head and mumbles:

“maybe.”

AND YOU THERE, WANTING TO CRY BECAUSE THIS MAN LOVES YOU TOO MUCH.

⋆when he hugs you in the early morning because he is afraid of losing you.

it's an ordinary night, you're lying together, when suddenly anton moves and hugs you tighter than usual.

“anton? is something wrong?” you ask, sleepily.

he sighs and buries his face in your hair, as if he needs to feel you closer.

“nothing… i just dreamed i lost you.” he murmurs.

his voice sounds soft, vulnerable, as if he has really felt that fear in his heart.

so you stroke his hair and tell him you'll never leave.

and he hugs you even tighter, saying nothing, but his breathing gets calmer little by little.

because anton loves you too much to imagine a life without you.

⋆when he gets tender without realizing it.

you're in a cafe, each of you in your own world, you on your phone and him reading something on his laptop.

but suddenly, for no apparent reason, Anton leans over and gently kisses your forehead.

you look at him, surprised.

“what was that for?” you ask.

he shrugs with a shy smile.

“i don't know… i just felt like it.”

AND THAT'S IT. YOU'RE GONE. THERE'S NO WAY BACK

⋆when he gives you his sweatshirt and it smells like him.

you're cold and anton, without a second thought, takes off his sweatshirt and puts it on you.

“here, i don't want you to get sick.”

the sweatshirt is huge, warm and smells like him.

You hug it and say, “smells good.”

and anton, laughing nervously, “of course, it smells like me.”

and you can only think about how it's possible for someone to be so PERFECT.

⋆when you fall in love more than you thought you would.

one day, anton is quietly watching you while you're talking excitedly about something.

you don't even realize it, but he's there, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

until he suddenly sighs and says, softly:

“god… i'm really in love with you.”

and you there, stopping dead in your tracks because YOU DIDN'T EXPECT IT.

“anton?”

he laughs, a little embarrassed, but takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

“nothing… just sometimes I can't believe you're mine.”

AND THEN YOU DIE. BECAUSE ANTON, PLEASE LET US BREATHE.

anton is the most precious, tender and perfect boyfriend that can exist.

he's effortlessly detailed.

his jealousy is the cutest thing in the world.

he looks at you like you're the best thing that ever happened to him.

and on top of that he is a NATURAL ROMANTIC.

[kortac-sweetheart]

i have a hard time saying pet names irl because i feel like my accent makes it sound funny but i loveeee using them over text

projecting it onto simon right now 📡📡📡

he thought he did something wrong at first, you always call him “honey” or “baby” or “darling” or— you get it, over text. practically half of your vocabulary when you text him is a petname, but the moment he gets you on a call he’s always “simon” or “si” to you and it drives him downright insane.

did he forget to turn off the stove before leaving? forget to close the fridge door? forgot your anniversary— like hell he’d do that! so what was it?

he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place here. you don’t look like you’re mad at him (not like you’re ever really mad at him), and he’d rather pull out his own teeth than ask you about it so he’s just suffering in silence, not able to hear you say all those sweet pet names in person.

but it gets to a point, a man could only take so much before he breaks. he asks you about it over text, yes, not in person he has his limits.

ok! i’ll see you soon honey!! (❁´▽`❁) love youuuuu

wait. lovie, i have to ask you something

? yes baby?

why do you never call me pet names in person?

it takes you a little bit to respond, the three bubbles popping up and disappearing over and over. it makes him anxious, god— him. simon riley, who can stare down death itself without even flinching but is now anxiously awaiting his partner’s response to his question about pet names of all things.

what have you done to him? (you are the greatest thing that happened to him.)

the little ding! snaps him out of his anxious ruminating.

haha well i guess it’s just

i think my accent makes it sound weird 😭😭

oh. so that’s what it was. well— that can’t fly anymore, not that he knows about it now. he calls you immediately, of course, desperate to hear you call him something sweet finally.

he’d get on his knees (even if you couldn’t see him) and beg for you to call him anything you desired, anything please— just let him hear you.

“sim—“ you try and start, a little startled at the sudden call.

“none o’ tha lovie, call me something else— please.”

“but i think it’d sound weird—“ he’d do anything to prove you otherwise, anything at all.

“no! no— you won’t you’ll sound great, lemme hear ya dove, please.” he’s never sounded this desperate before.

“ok! ok, fine! simon, bubby, my honey, my dearest… uhm… my love, my darling…ba— baby… …okimdoneloveyoubye!!!”

there’s a very uncharacteristic lovestruck look on his face when you hang up. you sounded absolutely lovely to him. he could die a happy, happy man after that.

you sounded amazing lovie ❤️

wow. simon actually sent an emoji? he’s dead serious about it, huh? wild. but a man in love is a changed one as they say.

really? (๑º ﾛ º๑)

you’re so cute to him. downright adorable actually. he wants to hear you call him all those sweet things for the rest of his life. he needs to get you a ring asap.

yes lovie, really.

would i ever lie to you?

call me all those things when you see me in person, ok? love you. see you soon.

!!!!!!yay!!!!!!!

ok love you baby!!!!!! see you later!!!! (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c)♡

super cute indeed. (he’s going to the local jeweler’s after work.)

[selin-aka-puppydogs68-on-tt]

A HUGE Willtresor analysis— the kiss, my thoughts on their development, why I think their dynamic will change post ep. 120, etc

Oh boy, I fast-passed episode 120 a while ago and this damn ship hasn’t left my mind since 😭

Monty, you really are a loser. Can’t ibuprofen your way out of this one— it’s the end of the line!

The sad reality is Montresor always took Will’s presence as granted; as said before by multiple characters— he always ended up injuring Will in some way, whether it was his feelings or actually just beating the living shit out of him.

Literally any time he purposefully touched Will in episode 119, it hurt Will, even though Montresor was trying to “protect” him, he’s literally the reason Will has blood coming out of his mouth (I’m pretty sure the impact of Montresor hitting Will’s chest when he told him to stay back caused some sort of internal bleeding). And now, he’s panicking; you can tell from the crazed look in his eyes. He’s frantically trying to convince Will to get up but deep down I think he knew there was no hope. He’s more so trying to desperately console himself that he won’t fuck up something again like he always does.

Something’s changed— he’s noticeably more gentle now than he ever was before. Look at the way he holds onto Will’s robe, it’s almost like he’s trying to put it back on, like he’s trying to repair his mistakes.

Behold, Mont-don’t-fucking-touch-me-quit-bootlicking-me-tresor crashing out over the only time Will refuses one of his orders. What’s wrong? I thought you wanted him to stop boot-licking you 😗 bipolar much?

Montresor lashes out at everyone and tbh I think it’s from how he was raised. Ever since he was born he was literally deemed blasphemous. He got a ridiculous amount of attention from everyone around him and was constantly shunned for his actions, so I’m guessing he eventually succumbed to becoming the monster the church claimed he would be. Makes sense, why would he show sympathy towards anyone when nobody bothered showing any to him? But Will was different, he knew growing up that he could never be someone who mattered. NOBODY paid attention to him. I know people will reduce Will’s attraction to stronger men as “omg cute twink!1!” but really, insecure people are drawn towards people who they deem are confident figures that can provide stability to their lives, sort of like an anchor.

Do I think Monty’s actually confident? Lol no. I think both Will and Montresor hate themselves in a way— Will believes his self-worth depends on pleasing others while Monty believes that he’s already far beyond any form of redemption, so he’s kind of embraced being an awful person while Will’s dream is to just improve himself in a way he never could while alive.

Montresor lashes out at everyone because it provides some form of stimulation for him, it makes him feel better about himself— if the church labeled him as a monster, then hell yeah he’s gonna be one and scare the living shit out of them like they did to him. He isn’t sympathetic towards anyone and doesn’t expect anyone to be sympathetic towards him back. Yet here is Will, who STILL stuck with him after being violently beat and impaled twice, dying in his arms. I don’t think Monty can wrap his head around why anyone would do this and for the first time in his life he actually feels guilty for something.

Montresor doesn’t immediately shove Will off of himself, he lets Will grab onto his jacket collar probably because he thinks Will is going to use it to haul himself back onto his feet…except he actually kisses him, much to Montresor’s surprise LMAOOO

I didn’t notice this when I first read the chapter but Montresor puts Will’s robe back on before pushing him away— unlike episode 119, he actually tries not to injure Will further and avoids touching the shoulder with the bite wound; he uses the robe to safely pull Will off him.

He tried fixing him— the robe is on properly now.

The robe falls right off Will’s shoulder again. Montresor’s efforts ended in vain.

If this doesn’t prove the “Montresor never cared about Will” people wrong idk what will. We’ve never seen another circular speech bubble with the scribbly lines (hoarse/about to cry voice?) from Montresor besides maybe the church episode. He definitely didn’t give two shits at the start but now everything’s changed. We went from “you really are good for nothing” to “you did good, Will”. AAAAH!

Not only did Will die, he died doing something Montresor did NOT expect— idk if Montresor has actually even touched a religious text in quite a while since he doesn’t remember how to pray, but homosexuality was possibly discussed in the cult he grew up in. Even though Monty’s canonically an atheist, he literally swears in Jesus’ name when Will kisses him, he has a whole cross necklace under his uniform too; that religious trauma will never leave him, and Will kissing him only further cemented the fact that he is a sinner; the only person who’s actually compatible with him is a man. I also like how it’s fine when he sleeps with a gazillion women but when a man kisses him he starts tweaking— not really historically wrong if you consider that being gay was labeled as a major sin AND a mental issue in both Will and Monty’s respective time periods. Anyways cue closeted bisexual losing it lmao

Annnd I’ve reached the max image count but the scene where Will literally MELTS?? Straight (gay) nightmare fuel for Monty…left all by (bi) himself (“you’re not funny OP!” everyone says in unison while throwing tomatoes at me, yeah okay I’ll stop) Imo Montresor absolutely forgot about those clones, I bet he thought he was truly going insane and hearing Will’s voice in his head…but hey here’s right next to him and…perfectly fine? damn.

Anyways Will reaches for Montresor, but instead of Monty pushing him away, he instead turns the other way and knocks the crutches out of Will’s hand— he doesn’t hurt Will, he hurts himself by rejecting a mobility aid. Also Will just ignoring the huge bloodstain on the wall and floor right next to his slipper??? WTF??? Why the hell didn’t he say anything about it? Also, we’ve never seen other clones bleed like this before. I wonder if this remaining Will is actually a clone, but since he survived and real Will didn’t, he became real Will now, so the OG melted into wax.

In previous chapters while Will is talking to Montresor, he constantly has this crazed look in his eyes. Will’s eyes are greyish-blue but you can’t even tell in most scenes because they look so black and small all the time from him being so nervous while talking to Monty, like the toothbrush scene and also Will suddenly becoming religious out of nowhere and telling Monty he’s gonna pray after seeing that Monty wears a cross, then completely doing a 360 and agreeing when Monty shares his beliefs as an atheist. Will’s big fat crush was so obvious tbh.

Annnd now Monty is the nervous one. We see one of the first scenes where Will’s eyes are normal sized and blue. Personally? I think Will is actually going to grow a backbone this time and realize Montresor didn’t treat him well. Clone or not, a part of Will just died, and it the most sensitive and vulnerable part that had feelings for Montresor.

I feel like they’re going to (somewhat?) flip their dynamic, it’s definitely going to be hella awkward between them since only Monty remembers the kiss (…and also Will’s dead corpse melting into the floor while reeking of blood, but uhhh yk 😅), I feel like Montresor will be more nervous now while Will will gain confidence. Lenore said it herself, Monty is always scared. I want to see what happens without his mask.

Anyways thanks for coming to my deranged willtresor essay (is it obvious I have audhd), keep writing fanfics (no, not the gooner NSFW willtresor AO3 fanfics…I’ve already found multiple…I SEE Y’ALL—) and uhhh stay strong willtresor nation 🤑🙏

[lueurjun]

medieval knight!heeseung.

knight!heeseung x royalty!reader. in which heeseung, a loyal knight bound by duty, finds himself powerless when you, his royal charge, are gravely injured — evoking the rise of forbidden feelings.

it’s been a while since i did something like this, but i love doing these types of posts. i might be a little rusty so bare with me but i was feeling inspired.

he had fought in wars, bled for kingdoms, and smelled the breath of death countless of times, yet it was you who brought him to his knees in an agonising cry.

heeseung didn’t know fear until his eyes settled upon the crimson stain by your abdomen, didn’t know panic until he caught your falling frame, and had never kissed desperation until he saw your eyes shutter closed.

not me putting you through hell already-

he prayed to every deity he knew, whispered wishes to a thousand stars, hoping they were listening, that they would take pity on his desperation. he swore to change every bad habit, to undo every wrong he’d ever committed, all for a chance that your wound would be shallow enough to heal swiftly, that fate might grant him this one mercy.

never one to linger behind the cold stone walls of the castle, you’d asked for a walk to the markets. heeseung, your personal knight—the one entrusted with guarding you, the kingdom’s most cherished treasure, held the highest honour in the land. he was bound to you, dedicated to your safety and well-being, he was your shadow, as constant as the sun.

it was on this walk that you had wandered out of his hawk eyed gaze, woven into the thick herd of your people, becoming a vulnerable target for a limited space of time.

‘hawk eyed gaze’ bffr he lost you 😭

a moving dummy, ready to be struck down without your trusted shadow directly beside you.

the arrow had already sunk deep into your flesh, it’s jagged tip protruding as your body crumpled, half way to the ground before you even realized heeseung was no longer by your side.

a wave of frantic screams erupted from the crowd, their hands reaching out in desperation, but amidst the chaos, your attacker slipped away, vanishing like a coil of smoke into a narrow side street.

OOOH OOOH OOOH YOU WANNA GET FUCKED UP 🤺

heeseung was by your side a heartbeat later, his breath ragged with panic. the horror etched across your face mirrored his own, and as he cradled you, every inch of him screamed in self loathing. he had failed you. he had been bestowed the highest rank of honour—and he couldn’t even prove himself worthy.

what had meant to be a peaceful day—an innocent breath of fresh air and a chance to mingle with your people—had shattered in the worst way imaginable. and now, heeseung found himself carrying your bloodied form back to the castle, creating an uproar of chaos from the guards standing watch.

hours dragged like light years, each second stretched taut with dread. with every passing minute, heeseung seemed to fade into a hollow shell of himself. he was pale as a ghost when he faced the king and queen, and by the time the healers had arrived, his complexion had turned a sickly shade of green—as if he, too, bore the wound you’d suffered, carved into his skin with an invisible knife.

“perhaps you should sleep, dearest,” said the queen, her honeyed voice seeping through his skin and reaching for his frozen organs—warming, but never thawing the glacier lodged in his chest.

failure. failure. failure. a cruel mantra carved into his mind, echoing like a curse only he could hear.

not him being bullied by his brain ☹️

heeseung knew it wasn’t an order, merely a gentle suggestion — so he felt no guilt in refusing. the queen only nodded with quiet understanding, pressing a kiss to your brow before taking her leave.

not him ignoring the goddamn queen for you! standards are RAISED

several days and several nights passed in a blur of rising suns and flickering candle light, and still, your most trusted guard remained—gripping your hand like it was the thing keeping him tethered to earth.

the devotion??? give him the throne rn idc

and then, beneath a moon hanging high and the hush of a world drowned in exhaustion, your eyes fluttered open.

“heeseung?”

a gentle hum of a voice broke through the weak barriers of sleep, and his own eyes shot open at the sound of your very first word.

you hadn’t even known he was in the room until you craned your neck to the right, haziness giving way to relief at the comforting sight of your most faithful companion — the embodiment of safety.

yeah he’s there ig 🙄 i’m also here too

“your highness,” he breathed out, feeling the glacier start to melt beneath the warmth of your gaze, dripping into his core as you cast aside all propriety and extended your arms, inviting him into an embrace that defied the boundaries between a knight and a royal.

still, heeseung slid from the chair to his knees before you, trembling hands gripping you with a tenderness so raw it nearly unleashed a waterfall of tears.

“i’ve been so worried… i’m so sorry i wasn’t fast enough,” the weight of regret poisoned his tone, the words tumbling off his tongue in quick succession. “i should have been there, it should have been me who took the arrow.”

he’s so dramatic pls

i’d also take an arrow for you btw- heeseung could never handle an arrow the way i would

JUST ONE CHANCE I BEG

taking his face in your palms, a soft voice of caution echoed in the back of your mind, warning that you were teetering on the edge of something far beyond duty and trust—something that was driven purely by the beat of your heart.

medieval boss/employee romance core LMAO

“i’d much rather neither of us take an arrow.”

“but my duty is to protect you and—”

“and you have, heeseung,” you cut in gently, your touch deliciously torching his skin. “this one wound doesn’t erase all the others you have prevented. your duty is not in question.”

heeseung’s eyes slammed shut, momentarily shedding his title, ignoring the consequences of his hearts desires, as he rested his forehead gently against yours.

mirroring his expression, a soft sigh escaped your parted lips, revelling in the feel of his flesh against your own. his thundering heart steadied with every breath you gifted to the air, reminding him that you were safe—you were alive, and you didn’t blame him.

consequences be damned, heeseung allowed himself the night—slipping into bed beside you, holding you in his arms as he whispered improper confessions and desperate declarations. he held you tightly, the two of you breathing in sync until your hearts steadied to the same beat.

bros about to risk it ALL

“this is going to get complicated,” spoke the king in a quiet whisper to his wife, his voice barely audible as they peeked around the door and found you sleeping in the arms of your knight, a peaceful expression softening your features, captivating your entire being.

“hearts know no boundaries, they do not live by the royal code,” the queen replied with a gentle sigh, though her eyes gleamed with something akin to pride. “let us leave them for now. it seems this is the deepest sleep he’s had in years.”

yep. uhuh. even the queen ships it.

[taddymason]

About Jay in S3:

After watching the season, I'll say it: I like what they've done with him more than in past seasons. Because, you know, at least we got to see some of his personality and we got Inventor Jay back, and NOW I'm more interested in the direction his character is going. So, additional notes:

- PONYTAIL JAY STILL LOOKS GOOD AND I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY. I also love that they made the ninjas not react because it's literally your typical samurai hairstyle. I told you it wasn't that big a deal.

- INVENTOR JAY. NEVER LOOSE FAITH 🔥🔥

- I'm sorry, but now everything makes the "I'll always hate you" thing so much worse because now it's like you can take it off and it doesn't change anything, and they just did it for the cheap angst 😭 I still say they should have made him look at her with indifference and walk away silently.

- Inventor Jay attacking in the sky and being strategic and knowing how to locate his enemies ^^ idc, that guy has killed before

-I like that it's very obvious what his fighting style is and the mistakes he makes: when he's impulsive and thinks he can take heavy damage. But when he has time to actually think, a lot of space, there's no way he can be touched. The scene where he's shooting back and forth in the sky and DID have some things planned when something went wrong is what Jay should be doing all the time. Be stealthy and fast and never give the enemy a chance to hit him back.

- The way he doesn't let others get close or touch him fjdjf I think at this point he knows they "know" him but is in the denial stage and wants to stay as far away as possible because he still doesn't trust their intentions.

- I didn't expect him to actually know where Arin's parents are. I guess he did his job. Sometimes. And in a questionable way. Because he still sent them to a very strange place.

In conclusion, I HOPE we get slow slow burn Jaya and him reconnecting with the team little by little before recovering his memories. Please don't make him become friends with them from one episode to the next. I also hope we get to see him as an antihero for a longer period of time. I'd like him to be resentful of the fact that his idea for the wings was copied lol

[melanchoire]

reader who is a bit sick (nothing serious) so her sweet lovely girlfriend ningning has to take care of her but she didn’t expected to see her walking into the bedroom wearing a slutty nurse outfit, you thought you were hallucinating bc of the fever but you were wrong, there was her with a white thight dress where you can clearly see bc of material of the dress she was wearing red lingerie that matched her tights and heels, she told you that for you to feel better had to eat her pussy while she eats yours (and many other things you want to add) you end up exhausted not only bc your body was tired from sickness but bc ningning made sure you felt pleased and satisfied to rest a bit after an intense sex “medicine”

cw: cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering.

ningning taking every opportunity she has to turn it into something sexual 😭 the moment you told her you were feeling a little tired and thought you had a fever, she immediately made you lie down on the bed and rest while she went to the kitchen to prepare some tea according to her words, when in reality she was just looking for an excuse to go to the bathroom and prepare to carry out her plan

but you feel a different kind of high temperature make its presence felt in your body the moment ningning enters the room wearing the sluttiest nurse costume in her body and underneath that what appears to be a set of red lingerie…

although she can get into the role well and commit very well to her role despite the growing heat between her legs, unlike you who feel like you’re going to faint at any moment because your weak body isn’t able to handle your girlfriend like this! ningning is someone who often likes to try new things and explore various experiences and opportunities, but seeing her dressed like this wasn't something you expected today

she leans over your body to take your temperature but ends up pushing her tits against your face as she bends down to rest her hand on your forehead 😵‍💫 she knows that you’re somewhat ill and that the noticeable increase in your body was due to the intense rumbling that appeared on your face when your gaze unconsciously fell to her chest and you felt her tits practically begging you to look at them closely... obviously you were aware of your body’s reactions, but your head was so high in the clouds that you weren’t even paying attention to what ning was saying as she ran her hands over your face

i know she would say that the best way to “improve” your condition would be to give you a good fuck but every once in a while she steps out of the role play to make sure you’re okay and don’t be feeling bad :( she would be on top because she knows you are tired and if you try to be on top your body is probably working hard and you feel like your head is spinning, so she prefers to sit on your face and let you take your time pleasing her while she takes care of eating you out and playing with your pussy with “consideration” because she knows a hard orgasm would surely make your head hurt and she doesn't want you to have a bad time, so she is super patient and loving with you 💕 ningning never usually dominates because she is closer to being a submissive brat than a dominant, but she wants to make you feel good, so she has nothing to lose by putting in the effort, and it’s worth it! she liked it more than he should have and maybe she will keep that in mind for other times when she feels like teasing you a little

falling exhausted onto the bed after cumming next to her, with your body covered in a thin layer of sweat and your head about to explode from the headache you were having 😔 ningning would immediately lay down next to you and worry over you, asking if you needed anything and being quick to apologize if it was too much for you, but it wasn’t! it was just your body playing tricks on you and causing you to start feeling real cold symptoms at the worst possible time

ending up lying on ningning’s chest and sucking her tits 😵‍💫 she knows how much your body needs a break, and as much as she would love to have another round right now, she understands that you are not in a position to do so even though you tried to convince her that if when your body was screaming the opposite 😣 so understanding that you tell yourself to lie down and rest for a while, of course, offering you to do something relaxing like sucking her tits so you can use up the little energy your body had left and be able to fall asleep without tossing and turning in bed 🙄 of course you accept because your mind was very cloudy at that time and she will take care of you until you are healthy

[mintyys-blog]

I see that the request are closed but when they reopen you can make a "Variants x Dante reader" I LOVE YOUR FANFICS SO MUCH BTW I'M STARTING TO WRITE BECAUSE I ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH RAHH 😭😭😭🍨🍨

DANTE | variants x dante! reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

Sinister Mark x Dante!Reader

• You don’t fear him, and that drives him insane. Everyone else bows. You crack a joke about his cape.

• “I could slice through a planet,” he growls.

“Cool story. Wanna see me juggle demon heads?”

• He tries intimidating you. You flirt. He threatens. You mock. He kisses you like he’s trying to conquer you—and you bite his lip just to prove you can’t be tamed.

• He respects your strength, but it’s your audacity that keeps him obsessed.

Mohawk Mark x Dante!Reader

• He’s impulsive and rough around the edges. You feed off the chaos.

• You both show up to fights late because you were busy gambling, drinking, or bickering over who gets to kill the boss demon.

• “This guy’s mine,” he says.

“Too slow, babe,” you reply, already mid-swing with Rebellion.

• After missions, he picks pieces of demon gunk off your coat with a twisted sort of affection. “You’re disgusting,” he says, but he’s grinning.

Viltrumite Mark x Dante!Reader

• He calls you reckless. You call him uptight. You both flirt through violence.

• Training turns into sparring turns into… let’s just say the battlefield gets heated.

• “You think you can stop me?”

“Stop you? I’m here to outdo you.”

• He may be faster and stronger, but your unpredictability keeps him on his toes—and lowkey in love.

Full Mask Mark x Dante!Reader

• He never speaks. You never shut up.

• You talk at him constantly. “So, do you brood for fun or is that mask hiding something sexy?”

• You thought he was a robot at first. Tried poking his mask with Ebony & Ivory. He didn’t flinch. You were impressed.

• He eventually gives you small gestures—tilted head, subtle nods, hand on your shoulder after a mission—and you start realizing there’s something kind behind the cold exterior.

• You tease, “You’re my silent protector, huh?” And he just shrugs…but stays close.

Maskless Mark x Dante!Reader

• He’s jaded, a bit broken, but you bring chaos that feels like freedom. You remind him there’s still something to fight for.

• You see the cracks in him and crack jokes instead of pity. That makes him respect you.

• He doesn’t stop you from charging head-first into danger, but he always has your back.

• You once sliced a demon in two just to make him laugh. He didn’t—but you felt the smile.

Prisoner Mark x Dante!Reader

• You visit him in his Viltrumite cell like it’s a date. “You miss me, handsome?” you grin, boots up on the forcefield.

• He’s got chains. You’ve got jokes and your sword.

• He doesn’t trust anyone—except you. Because you never ask for anything. You just are.

• When things break bad, he tells you to run. You reply, “I don’t run. I ride.”

• You break him out in a bloodbath, humming a rock song as you go. “Freedom looks good on you.”

No Goggles Mark x Dante!Reader

• He’s drawn to your confidence but worries about how easily you kill.

• “You enjoy it,” he says. You smirk. “Only when they deserve it.”

• He tries to pull you toward the light. You try to get him to dance in the dark.

• Your banter is endless. Your chemistry is electric. And the push-pull tension is delicious.

• Over time, you open up just enough. He learns that beneath the devil-may-care exterior is someone who does care. Just… in your own way.

Shiesty Mark x Dante!Reader

• He scams, steals, and slaughters. You style on your enemies with dramatic flair and love pissing off the powerful.

• You met during a hit gone wrong—he was there to rob a gang, you were there to kill a demon they summoned. Instant chaos, instant chemistry.

• “You kill for kicks,” he laughs.

“And you rob corpses. We’re a match made in hell.”

• You keep him on his toes with your unpredictability. He keeps you guessing with his lies.

• Dates are just heists with flirting. You blow up the vault while he shoots you finger guns. He might betray you someday—but you’d probably enjoy the fight.

Omni Mark x Dante!Reader

• He’s controlling, cold, and calculating. You’re wild, taunting, and walk into danger like it’s a party.

• He tries to lecture you. “You’re reckless and undisciplined.”

“You’re boring and constipated. Let’s fight about it.”

• You infuriate him. The fact you don’t fear him? That you laugh in his face? That you land hits in a spar? It kills him… and turns him on.

• He starts viewing you like a wildfire—dangerous, beautiful, untamable.

• Eventually, he stops trying to make you kneel—and starts wondering what it’d be like to burn beside you.

[blueberrybirdsworld]

The Cat Distribution System 4/5

Summary:

When a stray kitten adopts Lando Norris, the self-proclaimed cat hater accidentally starts a soft-launch spiral with his secret girlfriend the ballerina Ariana Riverria.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, SMAU

Warning : none, just yeah the kitten will be different in some pictures

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Please let me know if you like it, I try to make it longer with more writen parts.

CHAPTER FOUR :

Paris looked different from the back of the Opera house.

The grand hall behind them was still glowing with chandeliers and whispers of ovations, but out here, in the quiet alley lit by golden lamps and a drizzle of soft rain, it felt like another world. A world where no one knew who they were. No cameras, no flashing lights. Just them. Lando and Ariana.

She was still in her stage makeup, a scarf loosely wrapped around her head, and a long black coat tied neatly at the waist. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from the performance, but from the adrenaline that always lingered afterward.

"You were amazing," Lando said for maybe the seventh time that night.

She looked up at him, one brow raised. "You say that every time."

"Because it's true every time."

He reached above her and tilted the umbrella slightly, so the rain didn’t catch the side of her hair. She hadn’t asked him to carry it—he just grabbed it from her bag the second they stepped outside, muttering something about being a gentleman and ignoring the way Max had loudly snorted in response from the car.

Max and Pietra had left them at the stage door. “We’ll give the lovebirds some air,” Max had teased, earning side look by Lando and an eyeroll from Ariana that still carried a smile.

Now they were strolling through the quieter side of the city, the rhythmic sound of rain on cobblestone filling the space between them.

"Did you even understand the plot?" she asked playfully, nudging his shoulder with hers.

Lando scoffed. "Please. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy lies. Girl dies dramatically in act one. Ghost ballerinas. Forgiveness. Sad curtain drop."

Ariana blinked. "Wow. That’s… not the worst summary I’ve heard."

He grinned, proud of himself. "I paid attention."

"You were texting Max Verstappen during the overture."

"Because he sent me a picture of Charlie with your fuzzy slipper in his mouth. I had to make sure it wasn’t life-threatening."

She laughed, tilting her head back. "You’ve turned into that kind of cat dad."

"Excuse me for caring about my son," he said, feigning offense. "I was stressed the whole first act. What if he missed me?"

She gave him a look. "He’s a cat."

"He’s our cat."

"Okay," she said with a smirk. "You’re not wrong."

They walked a little further, the soft glow of the Eiffel Tower flickering in the misty distance. She stopped in front of a storefront mirror and took out her phone. Behind her, Lando raised the umbrella just a bit so the frame would catch the soft sparkle of the city—and him, just slightly out of view.

@arianariverria

"city days ✨"

@pietra: i know that hoodie. we all know that hoodie.

@pliésballet: we SEE the guy holding the umbrella in the glass Ariana don’t play dumb 😭

@catmomcentral: charlie really said “we soft launching again?”

@slowmo_softlaunch: she’s not even hiding she had a boyfriend anymore

@balletobsessionv the little orange heart is McLarren orange, it can't be a coincidence

Later in a flight from Paris back to Monaco, Lando was pacing.

Not in a dramatic way. Not quite. But his foot kept tapping, and every so often he’d check his phone like he expected Charlie to send a text.

"You know he’s fine, right? Max Verstappen was here to look out for him." Ariana said from her seat, pulling a blanket over her lap.

"He’s so small," Lando muttered. "And emotional. What if he thinks I abandoned him?"

"He probably thinks you went out to buy him more food."

Lando turned around. "What if he got stuck in something? What if he went exploring and couldn’t get out? What if—"

"Baby," she interrupted softly, standing to meet him halfway. "You left the heat on. You put out two bowls of food. You asked Max to go check on him everyday. He’s fine."

He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "I know. I just… I never expected to miss him this much. Is that weird?"

"No," she said, stepping into his space. "That’s love. He’s a little demon gremlin with toe beans and emotional manipulation powers."

He rested his forehead against hers, finally breathing in. "You’re good at calming me down, you know that?"

"I know."

Monaco — 2:14AM

The lights in the apartment were low. Ariana unlocked the door while Lando hauled their bags in with one hand, already whispering, "Charlie? You here, mate?"

No meow.

Lando froze.

“Where is he—”

And then he saw it.

Right there in the corner of his sim room, nestled inside one of his old karting helmets, was a small, ginger ball of fur—snoring gently.

Ariana watched from the doorway as he sank to his knees like he’d just witnessed the birth of his child.

“Oh my God,” he whispered. “He missed me so much he nested in my helmet.”

Ariana bit back a laugh. "Or he just thinks your sweat smells comforting."

Lando shot her a mock glare. "Let me have this moment."

She walked over and knelt beside him, chin on his shoulder as they stared at their very smug, sleeping kitten.

"You’re obsessed," she said.

"You knew this when you let me keep him."

"I regret it every day."

He smiled, eyes still on the little fluffball. "You love it."

"I love you, unfortunately."

"And Charlie?"

"…He’s alright."

Charlie sneezed in his sleep. Lando looked personally offended.

"You’re both the same," Ariana sighed. "Dramatic. Clingy. High-maintenance. And yet somehow—"

"Adorable?"

She rolled her eyes. "Sure. Let’s go with that."

@landonorris

"update: he fits in my helmet now."

@landozoned: this man is a walking contradiction now

@balletandboost: first cats now ballet??? WHO IS SHE (we know who she is)

@chaosgrid: lando adopting an orange cat when he races for McLaren orange is PEAK branding

@maxfewtrell: someone teach this man how to cat

@balletxf1theories: so he’s saying “I love you” to someone. AND they asked about his cat. oh we’re in deep now.

@f1gossiphub: so not only does he have a cat, but he has a GIRLFRIEND who apparently has to compete with said cat??? 😭

Texts messages :

Lando 🧡:

he did the double meow again. does that mean food or chaos

Ari 💃:

it means “i love you, now feed me and maybe i won’t knock your water over”

Lando 🧡:

he bit my toe. was that love ?

Ari 💃:

that was a warning 💀

Lando 🧡:

he stared at me for five minutes straight and then sneezed on my sock

Ari 💃:

yeah that’s normal.

Lando 🧡:

also how do you teach a cat to hi-five. i’m googling and i try to look out for a tuto on YouTube but can't find any

Ari 💃:

oh my god, you’re in too deep now

The next day Lando was joined by Max to stream on his Twitch channel.

Lando was off-camera, rummaging for snacks, while Max kept chat entertained.

"Alright, we’re doing the haunted cabin thing. Ghost dog included. We’re not surviving."

Chat flew:

how’s lando’s cat?

did he name him charlie for real?

show the kitten nooow

Too casually, Max glanced at the chat and said, "Which one? The white one or the orange one?"

A loud choking sound erupted from somewhere off-screen.

"BRO?! WHAT?!"

Max burst into laughter, turning toward the camera with a shit-eating grin.

"What? I just meant, like, in general. Cats. Furry things."

Lando reappeared, snack in hand, jaw dropped.

"You can’t just say things like that casually, you absolute muppet!"

"You’re the one who owns a clowder at this point."

"I’m going to uninstall this game and your internet."

"Worth it."

Chat erupted:

WHITE ONE???

not the second cat reveal mid pasta bite 💀

ariana’s cat is white. you’re not slick.

SOFT LAUNCH GAME: COMPLETED.

Then during a lull in the game, a soft mew piped up off-camera.

Lando paused immediately. "Hold on."

He turned away from the screen, shuffled out of frame, then returned holding Charlie... who was now sporting a very obvious, very soft pink bow tied neatly around his neck.

Max wheezed. "NO WAY. Is that new?!"

Lando looked directly at the camera, blank-faced. "Oh wait I forgot to take it off."

Chat lost it:

PINK BOW. PINK BOW. PINK BOW.

we have confirmation: lando is in love with this kitten and/or a ballerina

not very 'i hate cats' of you 😭

That's the same orange cat with pink bow that Ariana posted in her insta ! Ultimate proof that it IS the same kitten

CHARLIE IN A BOW >>>

Texts messages : 

Lando 🧡:

you owe me. twitch saw the bow.

Ari 💃:

he looked adorable. i regret nothing.

Lando 🧡:

chat thinks i'm the type of guy to tie pink bow around my cat for fashion reasons

Ari 💃:

i mean... it’s 2025. masculinity is fluid. embrace it.

Lando 🧡:

i’m going to buy one for me to match with charlie

Ari 💃:

honestly? kind of hot

Lando 🧡:

okay but seriously... maybe it’s time?

Ari 💃:

to stop hiding?

Lando 🧡:

yeah. i mean, Charlie already told everyone anyway.

Ari 💃:

true. he’s the worst-kept secret of this relationship.

Part 5

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist !

[sweetheartsofpanem]

Soft and Sweet - Built to Be Wanted

Previous

i feel like the dialogue for y/n seems so stupid but i literally just based it off of how i pronounce the sentences out loud so if you insult the dialogue then you’re insulting how i speak😭

pairing(s): refer to series masterlist

warnings: refer to series masterlist

word count: 6.45k

series masterlist | main masterlist

You wake early.

Too early.

The light through the curtains is barely there, soft and gray and not quite committed to morning. You lie still for a while, not really thinking, not really resting—just breathing. Trying to convince your body it’s okay to get up. That there’s no one waiting outside this door to laugh when you walk wrong. No whispers. No sharp elbows in the hallway. Just… quiet.

Eventually, you slip out of bed and tug your hair back with your fingers, the strands soft from washing. You don’t dare go digging for your comb. You don’t want to make noise. You don’t want to be anything right now except invisible.

The hallway is still and dim. The kitchen’s empty.

Your chest eases a little at the sight.

You cross the floor slowly, bare feet silent against the wood. The old toaster’s still where it was yesterday—tucked in the corner, just a little dusty, one side crooked like someone smacked it once and never fixed it. You don’t bother to check the cabinets. You already know what’s in them.

Last night, when Haymitch was asleep, you crept out of bed and slipped your food into the pantry. Just the basics—bread, dried fruit, a bit of cheese wrapped in cloth. Things your mom packed with careful hands and a worried mouth.

You pull out the bread now. Just two slices. That’s all you’ll take.

You slide them into the toaster.

And nearly jump out of your skin when a voice says behind you, low and dry, “Hope you’re not plannin’ to burn my house down.”

You whip around.

Haymitch is in the doorway, shirt rumpled, hair sticking out like it fought something in his sleep and lost. He’s got one hand braced on the doorframe and an expression like it’s too early to be dealing with your foolishness.

You blink. “I—I wasn’—I mean, I jus’ wanted—”

His eyes flick down to the bread, then back to your face. He doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t move closer.

Just leans his shoulder against the frame and watches you like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do with the silence.

You turn back to the toaster, hands stiff as you press the lever down.

He doesn’t leave.

You wish he would.

The toaster clicks up too loudly in the quiet.

You startle a little.

The bread’s barely browned, but you don’t dare put it back down for longer. You just pull the slices out, fingertips burning slightly, and move toward the counter like it’s a test. You don’t spread anything on them. Don’t open your jar.

Haymitch hasn’t moved.

Still standing in the doorway, arms crossed now, like he’s settled in for a show. His eyes flick from your hands to your face to the floor and back again. Not in a mean way. Not exactly. Just… observant. Sharper than you wish he was.

You sit at the edge of the kitchen table, back straight, legs tucked in. Small.

You take one bite of toast.

Chew. Swallow. Try to breathe.

Your stomach twists even as it thanks you, like it’s not sure this is safe.

You take another bite. Slower.

Across the room, Haymitch makes a quiet sound—barely a huff—and you glance up just in time to catch the edge of a smirk tugging at his mouth.

You freeze.

“What?” you ask, voice smaller than you want it to be.

He lifts an eyebrow. “You always eat like it might explode?”

You blink. “I—I’m jus’ not that hungry.”

He gestures lazily toward the half-eaten toast. “Right.”

Your cheeks burn. You lower your gaze and pick at the crust.

The silence stretches.

You wish he’d go back to bed. Or yell at you. Or anything but just stand there watching like he’s already figured you out and hasn’t decided what to do with that information yet.

“Relax,” he mutters after a moment, voice softer but still dry. “I’m not gonna steal your breakfast.”

Your cheeks go hot. You lower your gaze immediately.

Your fingers twitch around the edges of the toast.

And suddenly, it doesn’t taste like anything.

You hear the words again in your head—I’m not gonna steal your breakfast—and they twist.

Not because he said it unkindly. Not even because it was a joke.

But because it sounded like something someone might say if they thought you were possessive of food. Like you were guarding it. Like you were selfish. Like you were the kind of girl who would fight someone off for a plate of toast.

And maybe that’s what he thinks.

He looked at you.

And then your food.

And then smirked.

You press your lips together, the rest of the toast suddenly too heavy in your hand. You set it down carefully. Fold your hands in your lap.

You can feel him still watching.

And all you want is to disappear.

You don’t speak again. Don’t explain. Don’t move.

You just let your stomach turn over in quiet protest, and you pretend the hunger isn’t there anymore.

Because it’s easier to be empty than to risk being seen.

You clear your throat softly and push your chair back just enough to stand.

“Think I oughta get ready,” you murmur, not quite meeting his eye.

Haymitch doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move. Just watches.

You throw the toast in the trash and walk out of the kitchen before your hands can start shaking.

Back in the guest room, the air feels different. Still. Like the walls remember how small you tried to make yourself when you walked in. You sit on the edge of the bed, press your palms into your knees, and try to breathe.

You’re not surprised by how easily the morning turned.

You don’t blame him, not really.

But the silence in your chest has grown sharp again. Familiar. Cold.

You sit like that for a long time.

Eventually, the sun shifts higher, slanting through the window in lazy golden stripes. And you remember—today’s your tour. The hospital. The apprenticeship.

The reason you came.

You rise slowly and move to your bag, still tucked neatly in the corner. Pull out one of the nicer outfits your mom helped you pick out before you left—soft gray slacks and a button-up blouse with delicate little embroidery along the hem. One of the sleeves has a tiny pull in the thread, but you smooth it out and hope no one will notice.

You do your hair as best you can. Wipe your face with the edge of the towel hanging by the washbasin. Straighten your back.

Then you pull on your shoes and head out the door.

Time to prove you deserve to be here.

Even if your chest still aches like maybe you don’t.

The air outside is thick with heat and the smell of dust.

Your shoes crunch softly against the dirt path as you make your way out of the Victor’s Village, shoulders squared, eyes down. You hear someone hammering in the distance. A dog barking once, faint and sharp. The world feels too loud for how quiet your insides are.

District 12 looks different than it used to on the broadcasts.

You’ve only ever seen glimpses—flickers of ruin and flame on a grainy screen, then later, promises of rebuilding, neat little clips of fresh walls and new foundations. But none of that prepared you for what it’s like to walk through it.

The houses are spaced out farther than back home, each one with its own little patch of garden or porch steps or wash lines. Some are painted, some not. You pass two women chatting by a low stone fence and a pair of kids dragging a bucket down the road, too big for them to carry but too determined to give up.

No one looks at you twice.

And still, your palms sweat.

It takes longer than you thought to find the hospital. It’s set on a hill near the edge of the square, a wide, squat building made of pale gray stone and long windows that still look too clean. A garden stretches along one side, neat rows of herbs and flowers already starting to bloom.

You slow at the entrance.

Breathe once.

Then open the door.

The front lobby is quiet and cool, the kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. There’s a desk near the far wall, a bulletin board with faded flyers, a set of chairs lined up neatly along one side like no one’s actually allowed to use them.

The woman at the desk looks up. She’s older, with thick white hair pulled back in a twist and a long scar down the side of her cheek. Her eyes are sharp, but not unkind.

You step forward, bag clutched tight in your hand. “Hi, um—sorry. I’m Y/N. I’m ‘sposed to meet with someone today? ‘Bout my apprenticeship?”

The woman nods slowly. “You’re the one from Nine?”

You nod.

“Right. They said you’d be early.”

Your heart skips.

“Have a seat,” she says, not unkindly. “I’ll get someone to take you back.”

You nod again and move to the chair closest to the door.

Hands folded in your lap.

Breath shallow.

Hoping no one can tell how badly you want to run.

You’re only sitting for a few minutes before the door beside the desk opens and someone steps through, tucking a clipboard under her arm.

She’s your age and dressed in pale yellow scrubs. Her hair is wrapped up in a deep green scarf that matches the trim of her sleeves, and her smile is bright enough to warm the cold right out of your chest.

“Y/N?”

You nod quickly and stand, brushing invisible dust off your shirt. “Yeah. Hi.”

“I’m Yaminah,” she says, holding out her hand. “I’m one of the nurses here. They asked me to give you the grand tour.”

You blink.

Then smile, a little uncertain. “Oh—okay. Thas’… thank you.”

“Of course,” she says brightly. “I’m excited someone else our age is coming in. Most of the others are either way older or fresh out of training. You're doing pediatrics, right?”

You nod again, fingers tightening slightly around your bag strap. “Yeah. Thas’ the plan.”

“Awesome,” she says, already turning toward the hallway. “We don’t have a full wing open yet for the kids, but there’s a temporary room we’ve been using for checkups and intake. I’ll show you that first.”

You follow her down the hall, surprised by the ease in her voice—how she doesn’t seem to mind filling the silence, how nothing about her feels sharp or heavy.

“How long you been here?” you ask, soft but curious.

“About six months,” Yaminah says. “Came from Ten. Got here the second they finished the east wing and needed bodies. Thought it’d be temporary, but…”

She gestures down the hall as she walks.

“I kinda like it here. Weird, right?”

You manage a smile. “Not that weird.”

She looks over her shoulder, grin wide.

“Good. ‘Cause I was hoping you’d stick around.”

Yaminah leads you down the main hallway, her steps confident, her voice a steady rhythm of explanations that somehow don’t feel overwhelming.

“To the left’s where we’re setting up the new supply room,” she says, gesturing as you pass a door propped open with a crate. “Still a mess, but by winter it should be fully stocked.”

You nod along, absorbing what you can.

“And this”—she stops at the next door and pushes it open—“is what we’re using for pediatrics for now.”

The room inside is small but clean, with two exam tables, a small cabinet of supplies, and a cheerful quilt draped across the back of one chair. Someone’s hand-drawn a picture of a rabbit and taped it to the wall beside the door.

Your chest softens just looking at it.

“It’s not much,” Yaminah says gently. “But it’s safe. And it’s ours.”

You step inside, taking it in slowly.

There’s a jar of suckers on the counter.

A little basket of toys tucked beside a set of folded linens.

You run your fingers lightly across the edge of one table and nod. “It’s more than enough.”

She smiles like she’s proud of your answer.

You keep walking after that—down the hallway, past the half-built wing that still smells like fresh plaster, around to the small staff lounge and the nurse’s desk where three women glance up and nod as you pass.

Yaminah waves at them.

One of them winks at her.

You pretend not to notice.

She shows you the records room, the back entrance where supplies come in, and a tiny courtyard where two orderlies are sitting on a bench sharing a sandwich.

By the time you loop back to the front, your head is spinning a little—but it’s not the bad kind.

Not entirely.

“You did good,” Yaminah says, nudging your shoulder gently. “Most people don’t make it through the first tour without looking like they’re gonna faint.”

You blink at her. “Really?”

“Really,” she says, smiling. “You’re gonna fit right in.”

You nod, not because you believe her yet—but because you want to.

When the tour loops back around to the front desk, you almost feel like you’ve run a marathon—your heart’s still going and your shirt’s sticking to your back.

But Yaminah’s still right beside you.

Still smiling.

Still making everything feel almost manageable.

She reaches into the front pocket of her scrubs and pulls out a small ID badge clipped to a thin fabric lanyard. The laminate shines in the light, her handwriting scrawled across the bottom in pen: Y/N – Pediatric Apprentice.

“For when you start,” she says, holding it out. “You’ll get a real printed one once everything’s in the system, but this’ll keep the security folks from stopping you every five feet.”

You stare at it.

It’s light in your hand, but your chest goes heavy. Your name. The word apprentice. It feels real in a way nothing has yet.

“Thanks,” you manage quietly.

She shrugs, already walking you to the door. “No problem. You earned it.”

The air outside is brighter than before, the sun higher, the heat more solid now. You blink against it.

“Hey,” Yaminah says, pausing before you step down off the stoop. “You doing anything this weekend?”

You hesitate. “Uh—no, I don’ think so.”

“There’s a little community thing in the square on Saturday. Food, people acting way too comfortable in this heat. It’s not much, but I thought maybe—if you wanted—you could come hang out for a bit?”

You blink again.

Then nod slowly. “Yeah. That sounds… nice.”

Her grin widens. “Cool. I’ll save you a seat.”

She steps back, one hand raised in a wave. “Oh—and you officially start next week. Monday morning, eight sharp. No one’s gonna yell if you show up five minutes late, but if you bring baked goods, we’ll love you forever.”

You almost smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“See you around, Nine.”

And just like that, she slips back inside, the door clicking quietly shut behind her.

You stand there for a moment, badge in hand, fingers tight on the strap.

It’s the first time someone’s given you something that says you belong.

The path back to the Victor’s Village is quieter now.

The heat’s risen with the sun, curling thick around your shoulders as you walk. There’s dust in the air, soft and fine, kicked up by someone’s cart rolling down the road a few blocks away. Somewhere behind you, someone’s hammering wood again—measured, steady, like they’ve done it every day for years.

You keep your head down.

One hand stays curled around your new badge like you’re not sure it's actually real.

You still don’t know how to feel about it.

Yaminah had made it seem so simple. So easy. Like she’d already decided you belonged here before you’d said more than ten words.

You don’t understand people like that. Not really.

But you want to.

You want to know what it feels like to walk into a room without thinking you’re in the way. To meet someone’s eyes without waiting for the joke. To believe—even just for a second—that maybe you’re not something people just tolerate.

The houses come into view up ahead.

The tall fence around the Victor’s Village casts a long shadow across the road, a line of quiet that hums in your bones. It still feels strange to walk past it like you belong inside.

But you do.

For now.

You let yourself into the gate and head toward the familiar porch.

Haymitch’s house stands just as you left it—solid, weather-worn, silent.

The air inside will probably be cooler.

He might be in the kitchen still. Or gone.

You don’t know.

You’re not sure which would be easier.

One more deep breath.

Then you open the door.

You step inside slowly, letting it shut behind you with a soft click. The house is dimmer than the outside now, but not dark. Just quiet. Heavy. Like it’s waiting.

You toe off your shoes by the door out of habit and glance toward the kitchen.

He’s there.

Leaning back in one of the chairs, legs stretched out in front of him, a half-folded newspaper in his lap. He’s in a flannel—unbuttoned with a shirt underneath, sleeves rolled to his elbows—and there’s a half-empty glass of something dark on the table beside him.

His eyes flick up when you step further into the living room.

Don’t soften.

“Where’d you go?”

You blink.

“Sorry,” you murmur automatically. “I didn’ mean to—I jus’…”

You look down at your feet, suddenly hyperaware of the dust on your clothes, the sweat at the base of your neck, the weight of the morning sitting full and anxious in your chest.

“I went to the hospital,” you say, more like a confession than a statement. “For the apprenticeship tour.”

Haymitch lifts an eyebrow. “Could’ve said something.”

“I didn’ wanna bother you,” you say quietly.

He huffs—just a little. Not quite a laugh, not quite a scoff.

You step toward the hallway, trying to move past him without drawing more attention, but his voice stops you.

“Figure it went alright, then?”

You hesitate.

“Yeah,” you say. “It was… fine.”

He doesn’t ask anything else.

Doesn’t nod or say good. Doesn’t press.

Just goes back to the paper in his lap.

And you take that as your cue to disappear.

Back in the guest room, you set the badge on the dresser and run your fingers over it slowly.

It’s real.

Even if you don’t feel like you are yet.

The first thing you do after dropping your bag is head for the bathroom.

You don’t care that it’s barely past midday. You don’t care that the house is quiet again, that nothing’s been asked of you, that technically you haven’t done anything to earn this bone-deep exhaustion.

You just need it off you.

The heaviness. The sweat. The weight of the day. The look he gave you at the table. The smile Yaminah gave you at the door. All of it clinging to your skin like a film.

So you strip down and step into the shower with the door locked tight and the water as hot as you can stand.

This has always been part of your routine.

Even back home—especially back home.

You shower at the end of every day, whether you’ve worked or not. Whether you’ve gone outside or not. Whether it’s freezing or boiling or anything in between.

It’s the only thing that’s ever made you feel clean.

Not your skin. Your entire being.

By the time you finish and towel off, your limbs feel loose. Not relaxed exactly. Just… less braced.

You dress quickly—an old pair of soft sleep shorts and a t-shirt that once belonged to your little brother, Mercher. It’s too big because he’s taller and stockier than any fifteen year old has the right to be and the weird-looking stitched pattern on the front honestly isn’t your favorite, but the comfort it brings is enough to ignore that.

It reminds you of him—of home—and you’d give anything to call Mercher and your mom right now, but asking Haymitch to use the house phone just feels like asking for embarrassment.

You tug on a pair of fuzzy socks with pastel stripes, ones you’ve owned since childhood because District 9 winters are brutal.

After putting the socks on, you really try not to glance at your legs.

Your eyes somehow still land on the deep dimples on the side of your thigh. You frown, pressing on one softly.

You never wear shorts in front of other people. Not since the teasing. Not since the whispering. Not since the boys who used to nudge each other in class and smirk like your body was something disgusting, but you have no intention of leaving your room again today 

You sit on the edge of the bed, still towel-drying the ends of your hair, when you hear it.

A knock.

Your breath catches before you even look up.

Haymitch is leaning there with his shoulder braced against the frame, his flannel’s off now and you can’t help but let your gaze wander to his shirt—some soft gray thing that fits him a little too well. His eyes are fixed squarely on you.

He’s not smirking. Not glaring.

Just looking.

And it makes your skin crawl.

“Y’know,” he says, voice low and scratchy, “you don’t have to hole up in here every damn hour of the day.”

You blink at him.

“I—I wasn’—”

His eyes flick down.

Your legs.

Your shorts.

Your bare thighs where the fabric digs into your skin just slightly.

Then back to your face.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t linger too long.

But your stomach still drops.

Because you saw it.

The look.

The way his mouth twitched like he was thinking something.

The way his eyes dragged across you like a line being drawn.

You swallow hard and nod. “Okay.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

You force a smile.

“I’ll… come out in a lil while.”

He nods once and pushes off the doorframe.

Doesn’t say anything else.

Just walks away.

And still—you feel all the air pulled from your chest like you’ve done something wrong just by existing.

You stay on the edge of the bed after he leaves.

Still damp from the shower.

Still drying your hair but barely paying attention.

The silence in the room isn’t heavy—it’s just full. You breathe slow, letting your fingers trace the hem of your shorts where it rests against your thigh.

You could change.

There’s a pair of sweats folded neatly in your bag. Clean. Soft. Safe.

You could change, go out there in something that covers more, something that would make you feel less exposed, less on display.

But something about it feels… wrong.

Like it would be too obvious.

Too much.

And really—there’s no point in dirtying more clothes when you’ve already committed to these. You’re not going anywhere. Just the living room. Just down the hall.

Still, your skin crawls a little when you stand.

You smooth the shirt down as far as it’ll go. Tug your shorts into place. Pull your hair over your shoulders even though you know it won’t stay.

Then you step out of the room.

The hallway feels narrower than it did this morning.

The floor creaks once beneath your heel.

You make your way to the living room slowly, quietly, like you’re afraid of startling something. But Haymitch doesn’t look up when you appear.

He’s on the couch, legs stretched out, a book in his hand this time instead of the paper. Something old and worn, the spine cracked nearly in half. There’s a second glass of what you’ve deduced to be whiskey on the table beside him.

He flicks his eyes toward you—barely.

Then nods toward the cushion without a word.

You sit.

Carefully.

Tucking one leg under you, pulling your oversized shirt across your lap as much as it will go. Your hands stay curled in the fabric.

The silence stretches for a long time.

You keep your gaze fixed on the threadbare throw blanket draped across the arm of the couch. The corner of it’s unraveling slightly. Someone must’ve picked at it over time, the way you pick at your sleeves when you’re thinking too hard.

Haymitch flips a page in his book.

Another minute passes.

Then, without looking up, he says, “That photo on the dresser.”

You blink.

“The one with the kid and the woman,” he adds.

You look over at him.

He still hasn’t glanced your way.

“My lil brother,” you say softly. “An’ my mom.”

He hums. Neutral. Waiting.

You hesitate.

Then, because you’re not sure how else to explain it, you add, “Mercher’s fifteen. He’s the real tall one. Mama’s the one with the braid.”

Haymitch lets out a quiet snort. “Figured.”

You glance down at your lap. Your fingers curl into the hem of your shirt again.

“He’s big for his age,” you murmur. “My brother. Shouldn’ be. We didn’ have more than anyone else. Jus’… big bones, I guess.”

He flips another page, the sound louder than it should be in the quiet.

“He protective?”

You blink. “What?”

“Your brother.” Haymitch shrugs. “He one of those boys who throws punches if someone looks at you wrong?”

Your mouth twitches. A breath of a laugh.

“Nah,” you say. “He’d cry. An’ then tell Mama.”

Haymitch huffs. “Smart kid.”

You smile—just a little. Just to yourself.

“Stole this shirt from him,” you offer, tugging at the fabric stretched across your thigh. “He always pretends to be mad ‘bout it, but I think he secretly likes that I wear it.”

That gets a real sound out of Haymitch.

Not quite a laugh.

But close.

“Poor bastard,” he mutters. “Bet he misses you somethin’ fierce.”

Your throat goes tight.

You nod. “I miss him a lot.”

You shift slightly, adjusting your leg beneath you, eyes flicking toward him.

He hasn’t looked up from his book again.

But you know he’s listening.

You clear your throat.

It still comes out too soft.

“Um…”

One of his eyebrows lifts a little.

You don’t back out.

Even though you want to.

“I was jus’… wonderin,” you murmur. “I mean—you don’ hafta answer or anythin’—but, um…”

You hesitate.

His eyes flick up now. Just briefly.

You swallow.

“You ever get used to people knowin’ who you are before you even say your name?”

Haymitch blinks once. Closes the book without a sound.

Sets it on the table like he has all the time in the world.

Then looks at you.

“You mean the whole ‘Victor, rebel-icon, town-drunk’ thing?”

You immediately panic. “No—I didn’ mean it like that—”

He waves a hand. “Relax. I know what people say. You’re not wrong.”

You bite your lip and look down again.

“I jus’… only knew what I saw on TV,” you admit, voice small. “An’ that wasn’t much. Jus’ your name, lil snippets of your Games. That you were with the rebellion. Jus’ kind’ve realized I’m gonna be stayin’ with someone who already has a real grand story.”

He’s quiet for a beat.

Then shrugs. “Ain’t the worst thing to be known for.”

You nod.

Your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt again.

“I didn’ mean to make it weird,” you say.

He leans back in his chair.

“Was already weird, peach.”

He’s smirking now, just a little.

You’re about to stare hard at the ceiling or the throw blanket or literally anything that won’t make your mouth say another word when it just… slips out.

Like your brain handed it over before your mouth could stop it.

“What’d you mean when you said I look like a peach?”

It happens fast.

Your voice, the question, the way the words hang there too loudly in the room.

And then immediate regret.

Your stomach drops.

You don’t look at him.

You just stare down at your hands and brace for it—for the smirk, the inevitable jab. The Oh, you didn’t get that I was making fun of you?

You open your mouth, already trying to backtrack. “Wait, I didn’—I wasn’ tryin’ to—”

But Haymitch cuts you off.

“You ever seen a peach?” he says, voice casual, a little too smooth. “Soft. Sweet. Got a little weight to it. Makes your mouth water just lookin’ at it.”

Your heart stops.

Absolutely stops.

He shrugs like he didn’t just set your whole body on fire.

“Not a complicated metaphor.”

You don’t respond.

You can’t.

Your face is burning, your lungs have stopped working properly, and you’re suddenly, painfully aware of the fact that your thighs are still on display and you’re wearing your baby brother’s shirt and fuzzy socks and—

He’s looking at you again.

You duck your head so fast it nearly hurts.

“Okay,” you whisper.

You keep your eyes down. Your hands tightly gripping the hem of your shirt. Your skin buzzing in a way that feels both cold and hot at the same time.

You can still hear his voice in your head.

Soft. Sweet. Got a little weight to it. Makes your mouth water just lookin’ at it.

The only person who ever said anything remotely like that to you was the boy you dated for a few months when you were eighteen—and even then, it didn’t come out all smooth like that. More like he was embarrassed to be saying it at all. More like he was trying to convince himself you were worth looking at.

But Haymitch?

Haymitch said it like it was fact.

Like it was just true and didn’t need to be softened.

You curl your fingers tighter into the hem of your shirt and keep your gaze locked on the floor.

He still hasn’t said anything else.

And for a second, you wonder if he even realizes what he just said. If it meant anything. If it was a joke.

“You want a snack or somethin’?”

Your head jerks up before you can stop it.

“What?”

He’s not even looking at you now, already standing and stretching a little as he moves toward the kitchen.

“Didn’t eat much earlier,” he mutters, gruff but not unkind. “Noticed.”

You flush again.

Because of course he noticed.

Of course he would.

You shake your head quickly. “Yeah no, thank you though.”

He glances back at you, brow furrowing like he doesn’t believe that for a second, but doesn’t push.

“Suit yourself.”

You don’t move.

Because if you move, you’re afraid your knees might give out from under you.

You’ve spent years hiding your body, hating your body, apologizing for it before anyone else could say something cruel.

And now someone like him—gruff and sharp and so beautiful you can barely look him in the eye—says something like that and just walks off like it’s nothing?

You sit there long enough that your legs start to tingle.

Trying to forget the way he said it. Trying not to wonder if he meant it. Because it doesn’t matter. Because it’s just a joke, or a slip, or some throwaway thing that meant nothing.

It has to be.

Because someone like him—someone beautiful in the way fire is beautiful—doesn’t look at girls like you and mean it.

Not the way he said it.

So you sit there and keep still and pretend it didn’t happen.

Without warning, he reappears in the doorway.

Doesn’t say anything.

Just tosses a granola bar onto the couch cushion beside you, the wrapper crinkling as it bounces once and settles.

Then he disappears back into the kitchen.

You blink down at it.

You reach for it slowly, fingers brushing the edge of the wrapper. You glance toward the kitchen. The sound of a cabinet door creaking open. A drawer sliding shut.

You can’t see him.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

And you eat.

Carefully. Quietly. The whole thing in small bites, chewed slowly, like your body doesn’t quite believe you’re feeding it.

But you finish it.

And for the first time that day, you don’t feel gross and weird and wrong.

Grateful, maybe.

That he walked out of the room, that he didn’t look at you while you ate.

You hear the sink running in the kitchen. The soft clink of a glass being set down. The fridge opening and closing.

He walks back in with the same casual weight he always carries.

He doesn’t say a word to you.

Just picks up the remote off the table, clicks the TV on with one flick of his thumb, and settles into the couch with a low groan like his back’s been bothering him.

The screen flickers bright, then too loud, then just loud enough.

He clicks through the channels one by one. News about another district rebuilding, an old interview rerun, something about farming, a weird talk show with a host that looked like a lizard.

He doesn’t ask what you want to watch.

Doesn’t even look at you.

Just stops on some movie the Capitol released a year or two before the war—over-lit, dramatic, all pastel gowns and golden dialogue and a romance plot so far removed from anything you’ve ever known that it barely even feels human.

Some Capitol actor with a too-shiny face is whispering about love and sacrifice to a girl in a glittering ballgown while orchestral music swells behind them. You barely register the dialogue. It’s all sugar and marble. Pretty, pointless words.

But the light from the screen keeps shifting.

Soft blues. Flickers of gold. Pale pink.

And every time it changes, it washes across Haymitch.

Sitting next to you, one leg resting on top of the other, arm hooked lazily over the back of the couch. He hasn’t moved much since the movie started. Just sips now and then from his glass of whiskey, eyes half-lidded but sharp. The flickering light paints his face in soft edges—carving out the planes of his jaw, the shape of his mouth, the silver threaded in his hair.

You try not to look.

But it’s like your eyes keep getting dragged back against your will.

And it’s so unfair.

Because he looks tired in a way that makes him more beautiful, not less. Like he’s worn-in instead of worn out. Like he belongs here in the dark with the world playing quietly in the background.

Your chest twists.

You blink down at your lap.

Try to focus on your socks. The crumpled wrapper in your palm. The absolutely unhinged line of dialogue coming from the movie—something about dying for someone after only two kisses.

The movie reaches some dramatic turning point—lots of strings, the male lead staring tearfully out a window while the girl in the pastel dress collapses into someone else’s arms. There’s glitter involved for some reason.

And before you can stop yourself, your mouth opens.

“Didn’ really peg you as the romance type.”

It comes out quieter than you meant it to.

Not teasing. Not smooth.

Just… awkward.

Immediately, your chest tightens. Stupid. Why’d you say that?

You aren’t even sure if you meant it as a joke. You weren’t trying to accuse him of anything—you just didn’t know what else to say. And now it’s out there, hanging in the air like something you can’t take back.

You stare hard at the TV.

Expecting him to ignore you.

Or worse—smirk, roll his eyes, say something about how you wouldn’t know what type he is anyway.

But he just shrugs.

“The other channels were worse.”

Your lips twitch before you can help it.

You’re still mortified. Still wish you could crawl into the floor and disappear entirely.

But somehow… it’s fine.

Like he didn’t notice how awkward you sounded.

Or maybe he did and just didn’t care.

He flips the remote in his hand once. Settles further into the couch.

On the screen, the lead couple starts dancing in a storm of rose petals and slow motion.

Haymitch lets out a quiet breath through his nose.

“That guy’s gonna die,” he mutters.

You snort.

Then press your hand over your mouth.

And for the first time since meeting Yaminah earlier, the heaviness in your chest loosens.

Just a little.

The movie drags on.

The couple’s in a forest now—draped in lace and moonlight, whispering about fate under a tree that’s clearly fake. The music swells again. There’s probably a proposal coming.

You exhale slowly.

And without really thinking about it, you say, “Never cared much for these kinds of movies.”

It comes out quiet.

Not like a declaration.

More like a confession.

Haymitch doesn’t respond right away, but you can feel his attention shift—just slightly. Like he’s listening now. Like he’s waiting.

You clear your throat.

“S’not the love part,” you say, eyes on the screen. “I think love’s… nice. Or it could be, I guess.”

You tuck your legs in closer. Curl tighter into your corner of the couch.

“It’s jus’ that they’re always the same. The girls. They’re all these perfect lil things. Tiny waists, perfect teeth, not a stretch mark in sight. An’ someone always falls in love with ‘em like it’s jus’… inevitable.”

You bite your lip.

You know you shouldn’t have said it.

“But when you look like me,” you continue, voice lower now, “you jus’ kind’ve learn real early that you’re not someone people write stories about. Not the kind with happy endins, anyway.”

You shrug.

Try to play it off.

“It’s hard to enjoy somethin’ when it’s constantly remindin’ you you’re not part of the fantasy.”

The silence that follows is thick.

And just when you think maybe he’s going to let it pass he says, voice low and offhand, “You’re somebody’s fantasy.”

Just like that.

Like it’s nothing.

Like it’s just a fact—not a kindness, not a compliment, not some carefully chosen reassurance. Just… true.

He doesn’t elaborate.

Doesn’t look at you.

Doesn’t smirk or wink or do anything that would make it seem like a joke.

He just goes back to watching the movie, completely unbothered, like he didn’t just say something that sends your thoughts scrambling.

Your face feels hot.

And all you can think is no one has ever said something like that to me before.

You keep your eyes on the screen.

But your hands are trembling just slightly where they rest in your lap.

And you sit there in silence, trying not to fall apart over a man who says things like that like they mean nothing.

Even when, to you, they mean everything.

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Ex Wife X G/N Teacher Reader

This is technically a part two. It's in the same story as Yandere Butcher but starts after the events of his introduction!

Trigger warnings! Cheater not regretting their behaviour. Yandere Ex Wife is implied to like you more the her son. (It's just a sentence but better safe then sorry!) , Stalking, manipulative behaviour, mentions of murder, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who did cheat on Yandere Butcher! She doesn't regret it!

This town was so dull she needed something to entertain her... obviously.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife moved out of that town two years ago. Isaiah was so big in their tiny town how was Alice going to cope? (I mean there's no way to look good in this situation 😭)

I mean she did come see her son every other weekend! She's not a total monster.... Just cheater!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who had to pick up her son earlier then usual on a Friday because he got into a fight. Recently a local drunk's gone missing and people like to say his dad looks like the type to get rid of them.

James (Finally gave this boy a name - Jay) was sitting in the headmasters office with you waiting for someone to come pick him up. Usually his dad would respond, especially if he got to see you but it's his mum's weekend. You had helped patch up his hands. You are a good person.He knows his dad's a little obsessed too. He's not stupid, he almost feels bad for you. But his dad's a good person, right? He wouldn't go that far surely.

James looks at the clock on the wall before turning to you "It's 1pm...Mums probably got some business thing or whatever-" before he had a chance to ask for them to call his dad Alice comes rushing in.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife looks very put together, Designer head to toe. She left this lifeless little town to focus back on her job. She hated that Isaiah wanted her to be a little housewife. Filling out documents and paperwork was less painful then washing up or cleaning the floors to her.

"Ah! Miss Alice. Thank you for coming!" You stand up and shake her hand. You had heard from the locals at the pub all about her. Cheating on her husband and the father of her child with an author who was visiting for a bit. Isaiah was quite sweet, you couldn't understand why she would but you had to stay professional.

"Please take a seat. Obviously this isn't the first time James been reported but now it's escalated to violence..." The headmaster was planning on expelling James. That's easy to see but Yandere Ex Wife isn't dumb. After pointing out someone accused the poor boys father to be the cause of a missing person it's normal for a teenager to lash out. "And have you talked to the other students parents about not gossiping about my son's father near their child!?" She stood up.

🥀By the end of the meeting James could come back to school on Monday like nothing happened. She lead her child out before hearing you call after her.

"Thank you" you mouth. "I know you're not particularly liked in this town. Sorry! That's rude! I just meant...if you ever need any extra support to be involved with things like the school plays or parents evens. Here's my school email."

Now did she fall for you in the exact same way her ex husband did....yes. yes she did. You cared! Even when she cheated (still won't say it was wrong) you pushed through and cared! That's what she was looking for her whole life! Someone to care for her!

🥀Yandere Ex Wife waited for son to go to bed before looking up your social medias. You had a few aesthetic photos of the town but if scrolled down. Really, really far down. You had lived in the city she does now!

🥀That Monday the town was surprised that Yandere Ex Wife was round! She hadn't shown her face in awhile for good reason. She had her pencil skirt paired with her blouse that was a button too low.

In the early morning you walked into town on your way to work. "Oh (Reader)!" Yandere Ex Wife sang behind you. Had she been there long? "I hope you don't mind but I saw you used to live around my parts so I bought you a few snacks that are popular around there! As a thank you for looking out for my beautiful boy!"

🥀 Now isn't she adorable? Yandere Ex Wife started to be more involved in the community again and even moved back into the town!The locals weren't happy What everyone didn't know is it's so she can follow you around! She loves it!

She can work from home whenever so when you walk home. She walks with you! Just far behind without you knowing! She takes a few photos as well! You're just so cute! How you mark students work or cook yourself meals! It's bizarre, she sees you make cooking errors and she just wants to cook for you. She's never had that before not even with her son. (Och)

🥀Yandere Ex Wife calls you crying on a few occasions. Feeling isolated or judged by her neighbours and whaw whaw. She did not care. I mean she's not lying, just lying about it upset her because she knows you'd care. She was even surprised herself when you came over her to comfort her.

🥀She's definitely buying you gifts allll the time! Which she never does! That's not her love language till she sees how your face heats up and you get all shy about it.

🥀Yandere Ex Wife who noticed you being around her is ruining your reputation. She hears how the other mums talk about you. How you're probably sleeping with her (she wishes) like she slept with that author.

Specifically this stupid little librarian! They've been gossiping so much it just grinds her gears! So she dealt with the problem! She's no fool, She knows Isaiah did it. She remembers how possessive he got, how he tried to hide it. So she grabbed one of those heavy little books and bashed this librarian head in and tried framing her ex husband for It!It was easy to burn the book and dumb the body near the butchers. And where was she? Getting some in another town! She has a friend with similar "love language" to her.

🥀You were shaking up...your school worked with that library frequently. You had just finished a call with Isaiah when Alice pulls you into her chest.

"Aw Sweetheart I hear you're upset about what happened! Let me take cook you dinner tonight, you can just rest!"

[littlepikmins]

Do you have any TimBern headcanons? •3•

Sorry it took me so long to respond to this 😭 I couldn't seem to find time to just sit and write out some of my headcanons

A headcanon I've been thinking about lately is Bernard taking care of Tim after patrol but like somedays Tim is so exhausted and achey that Bernard will help him get out of his suit, wash him in the bath and then take him to bed. And Bernard loves that Tim is so comfortable around him that he completely lets his guard down and allows him to help him with all that. Bernard also genuinely enjoys taking care of Tim on days like that - it makes him feel like he has a purpose and matters. The next morning, Tim is always very cuddly and affectionate as a way of saying thank you to Bear.

Another headcanon is that when Tim brings Bernard with him to galas or other Wayne events, Bernard gets very nervous. He worries he's going to blurt out something weird or say something wrong and it will affect Tim's reputation. Tim assures him Bruce and all his brothers wouldn't care if he says something inappropriate on accident, but Bernard still worries about it. Tim is very protective of him at those events because of this and when Dick is at an event with them he often tries to steer any of the really snooty rich people away from Tim and Bernard. Sometimes Dick isn't there though and Damian isn't quite as tactical about it as Dick is - because Damian's also very protective of Bernard so he'll stay close by and glare at people if they start obviously testing Bernard's ability to compose himself at the event.

Which also leads into the headcanon that Damian took quite a liking to Bernard and it somewhat baffles Tim because of the past him and Damian have had, but he's getting more used to Damian stopping by the houseboat after school to eat Bernard's cookies and talk about mythological creatures. Out of all of Tim's brothers, Damian enjoys being around Bernard the most, I think. Jason thinks Tim and Bernard are both freaks in an endearing but annoying way so he puts up with them. Dick likes Bernard and thinks he's a good match for Tim but he also sometimes has no idea what Bernard is going on about and is just like "he's kind of a weirdo, but he got the spirit." Bernard has a hard time reading Cass and wonders if she doesn't like him but Tim assures her he does because she gets very engrossed whenever Bernard starts rambling and Tim can tell she genuinely enjoys learning about his perspective on things.

Bruce likes Bernard but is also slightly wary of him because him and Tim will sometimes get into some weird topic areas like Bernard asking Tim how he would theoretically break into classified government facilities. He has both Tim and Bernard high on his could possibly became villains list

[elliespuns]

If you pack Joel's lunchbox and tell him you packed him his favorite sandwich for him to eat as his afternoon snack, he'll totally eat it while still in the car, before leaving for work. You see him still parked in the garage/driveway and go to check on him, see if there's something wrong... the moment you look into the window, all you see is Joel Miller devouring what was supposed to be his afternoon snack. If you knock on the window and go like "Joel, you literally just had breakfast! that sandwich was for the afternoon, what the hell?" he'll look all guilty and say around a mouthful of his sandwich "it's my favorite, I couldn't wait, I'm sorry 😭 you want a bite too?" while you laugh at this hungry dumbass

Joel Miller, the man who never met a sandwich he didn't want to devour immediately. His self-control around his favorite foods is low.

[tttt06]

Calm Down

IdolChan x Black Reader

Synopsis~ Chan is pissed... and you don't make it any easier for him.

Warnings~ Angry Chan, Aggressive, Cock Warming, Cunnilingus, Pussy Smacking, Nickname baby girl, ass slapping, squirting,

Word Count~ 1.5k

Chan was gone. He was supposed to be home a little while ago. Chan wasn't the type to do the unexpected. 

I called, and he hadn't answered a single call.

It was starting to scare me. 

I was pacing around the living room of his apartment when he finally came in. The door swung open, and his face wasn't the same smiley one I'd come to know.

Chan wasn't the kind of person to get angry. If he was, he'd warn you before he'd actually get pissed. Chan doesn't blow up or yell. He's calm and careful.

The Chan that just stomped through the door felt dangerous.

His eyes were low, and his brows were furrowed. His lips were tight. 

He didn't even try to force a smile when he saw me. My heart skipped a beat. 

"What did I do?" 

Chan laughed, but it didn't reach his eyes. His pale hand reached for my waist and gave me a rough kiss. My lips smeared against his. 

I pulled away, and his eyes were demanding. "You didn't do shit."

His grip was tight. He pulled away and sighed. He walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

I was quick to follow him and ignore the closed door.

I opened the door, and Chan was under his covers. I could hear him seething from a mile away.

I sat on the bed and asked, "What's wrong?" 

Chan just shook his head, "Baby, I'm really pissed off right now. Please go away." My heart sank with my lips. 

My breathing hitched, and I said, "Mmkay. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

I walked out, disappointed that I couldn't help. It's not about me right now.

I knew he was hungry, so I started making something to eat for us. When Chan and I started going out, he was hellbent on introducing me to his members.

He's so fond of them.

When I did, I found something in common with them all.

I got close to Lix. We would have bake-off battles at the old dorms. Minho wanted to kick me out so badly. 

I put the pan down when I heard my phone ding.

I got a text from Hyunjin.

.

.

.

Hyunnie

Heads up hyung is pissed asf

Hyunnie

Binnie told me when he got home that something happened

Hyunnie

A staff member was messing with Han and gave him an anxiety attack

Hyunnie

I think Chan crashed out on him

You

Ah, that'll do it😭

You

Is Hannie okay?

Hyunnie

I haven't checked. I wanted to make sure you weren't crying from devestation or something

You

Oh plz.🙄

You

I'm gonna call Hannie tho.

.

.

.

I called Han, and he didn't answer. I furrowed my eyebrows in disappointment. 

I left it alone and went back to cooking.

My phone started ringing, and I picked it up. I turned off the stove and walked into the living room, away from the sizzling noise.

"Hannie? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just had a rough day. Chan's pretty pissed."

I sighed, "Are you sure. I could go out to the store and pick up something."

Han was quick to deny, "No. It's fine. I feel so disappointed in myself."

I sat on the couch, "Why?"

Han sighed, "I feel like I took ten steps back."

I didn't talk for a minute as I thought of something.

"Back when my anxiety was bad, I would shut down. When I started going to therapy, I learned how to process my emotions better. Sometimes, you have to take a step back to get back up. It's okay, Han. You're still persevering, and that's what matters. Rest easy. I'm here for you if you wanna talk."

Han said, "I know Y/N. I'm gonna go. Minho is making me watch movies."

I laughed, "Okay. Have fun."

Han hung up, and I sighed. I got up to return to the kitchen. Chan stood at the doorway with a comfortable smile.

"Are you everyone's comfort person?"

I smiled, "No. I comfort others on the side when I'm done comforting my big baby."

He laughed, "What are you cooking."

I shook my head. I walked over to him and cupped his face. I stood on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips. His hands tightly stayed on my hips so I couldn't pull away.

"I heard about what happened."

Even though he was smiling, his jaw was still tight. His eyebrows were still furrowed. I rubbed my thumb between his eyebrows, and his face relaxed. 

"I'm sure that person didn't mean it."

Chan growled, "He meant it. Sick fucking freak. I should've punched him square in the fucking jaw."

I smiled, "As much as I love to see my big buff boyfriend go into protection mode, you need to calm down. Hitting is too far."

Chan rolled his eyes, "You hit me all the time."

I smiled, "Because you can take it."

Chan smirked, "Can I? I have bruises from your play fighting."

I pushed him off me, "Get a plate."

Chan smiled. It was less tense than before. His steps were lighter.

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a plate. I started cleaning up behind him. Chan asked, "You're not gonna eat?"

I shook my head, "I went out with Rosie earlier to a buffet."

Chan nodded and said, "Mm, okay."

I watched him eat the first bit, and the color returned to his face. "This is good."

I smiled, "I'm glad you like it."

It wasn't long before he finished eating. I said, "I'm gonna go to sleep."

He followed me quickly, "You sure. I'm still mad, and I need your comfort."

I melted, "Really? What do you need, baby?"

He smiled. It was sincere and full of love. "You know what I love about you?" "Hm?"

He picked me up bridal style and kicked the bedroom door closed. "You're maternal instincts."

He was towering over me. "I don't wanna talk, baby girl."

His accent slipped out with the nickname. My lip got caught in my teeth as he threw off his shirt.

Just as chiseled as I remember. Chan was so fucking hot.

He smiled, "You ready? I have a lot of frustration."

I nodded as Chan ripped me out of my clothes. His fingers were already sliding into my hole as I moaned. 

"You're so fucking nasty, baby girl. So wet."

I grabbed his shoulder and confessed, "I like it when you're mad."

Chan looked at me, "Yeah? You know I'll fuck you mercilessly."

I nodded as his hands roamed my body. He flipped me over and twisted his fingers in me.

I whimpered, and he whispered, "Let me hear those pretty moans, baby."

My eyes fluttered shut. My ass was on full display. Chan slapped my clit. It earned more whines and moans from me. He slapped my ass and earned a yelp.

"Chan, please."

Chan pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue lapped over my clit and hole. My legs shook when he stuck three fingers back inside of me.

I felt his fingers as they aggressively dug into my hole. I started cumming.

"Oh fuck~ Fuck Chan~ Fuck~" I chanted his name as I fell down. Chan was flipping me over and pushing my legs to my chest. My legs hung on both shoulders as he leaned down to kiss me.

He fought his zipper, and I heard his pants fall.

It wasn't long before his big cock was seeping into my hole.

I sucked in a breath. My pussy was sensitive. I was still recovering from my orgasm. Chan's thrusts were aggressive but slow.

His big dick fills me. I felt his heat throbbing as it reached my gummy spot. 

I shuddered when he aggressively thrust into me again.

My legs shook, and I whimpered, "Faster Chan."

His pace quickened in an instant. My eyes fluttered closed as my body rocked to 150 bpm. 

I was screaming his name as he dick dug into me deep. "Fuck me! I can't! Shit!"

Chan said between his own gasp, "Just cum. Cum for me, baby girl."

I started to shake desperately. My body ached, and the knot that was forming was spilling my cum all over Chan's big dick.

His thick cock was still thrusting in me as he chased his own high. I orgasmed, but it was followed by squirting. I gasped, and moans sang through my throat.

"Fuck. Are you...?" He started cumming inside of me. I was still shaking from the second orgasm. His finger rubbed gentle circles against my clit.

I was overstimulated. My voice was lost in my throat as the room spun.

Chan slowed down, "Jesus, you're so tight. Just clamping down on me like that."

I shakily reached for him and pulled him close.

"You should get mad all the time."

He laughed as he rolled us over to our side.

I nuzzled my ass closer to his hips. His dick is still inside. It kept me warm. It was still twitching. "Keep it there."

Chan laughed, "We're going for round two in a second just wait."

[orangebpm]

i literally said that i am going to assume you aren't being obtuse on purpose... in what world is that insulting you? geniuenly 😭 how did you twist me going of my way to take a charitable interpretation out of your words (after you completly butched mine!!) into something for you to be offended over?? literally what in the hell.

also, just so you know, i'm going to take your repeated pattern of evading my questions as you knowing on some level that the comparisons you're making are not it. if i'm wrong tho, feel free to answer what i asked you at the end of my scenerio, which you clearly read. or did it make so much sense that you couldn't butcher it into fitting your narrative? cause i think that we both know it completely dismantles your claim that you "used my words" to prove me wrong - but only one of us is honest enough to admit that. shame.

ah, and just for the record, what i actually meant to ask at the end of my response was "are you also an adult that's salivating at the idea of being with a minor?". to which the answer is yes, just like i suspected. you're a 20-something year old, old enough to vote and be in uni, who feels such a strong attraction to a minor that you're taking the many steps it takes to date one (from what i'm understanding)... and you're older than me... damn. just damn.

i'm not gonna lie, it's just dawned on me that the only reason you started this discussion with me may have been so that you can tell yourself you're not a pedophile and then flip it to "well, if i am a pedophile, then aren't you a pedophile too? we're the same! so if you're not a pedo, then neither am i!" which is... certainly a choice... for a 20-something year old to make... on tumblr.com. hm.

but you know, the bottom line is that if i took a peek into your brain i'd see you salivating over 3 teenagers at 20+ years old (if you scripted in romantic relationships in those 3 drs you mentioned). whereas if i peeked into the brain of someone with an s/o that is "aged up", i'd seem them salivating over someone that's their age. no matter how you twist it, that is the facts.

have the day you deserve 👋🏾

i’m genuinely curious here so don’t take what i’m about to say the wrong way. i really just want to know.

but why is aging yourself down to date a minor seen as pedophilia but aging the minor up to date them.. not? like aren’t they literally the same situation but reversed?? i mean like in the end, you’re still attracted to a “minor” in this reality?? like i just don’t get why one is perfectly okay but the other isn’t.

and don’t give me a “well, they’re an adult in my reality” because that’s completely stupid & illogical in this case bc aging yourself down means you’re a minor too. i want a genuine answer as to why one is wrong but the other isn’t.

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Being stuck in the demon world with Vergil~

Note: Don't ask me why I'm writing this 'cause I don't know either😭✋️ still, hope it's Vergil's fans liking🙏💞 (it probably doesn't make any sense but whatever)

Great. I'm stuck in the demon world and what can be worse than this? Being stuck with Vergil. Why does the world hates me so bad?

He's not a man of many words like Dante told me; I wish I could get stuck with Dante, at least I could've had laughed at his stupid jokes as he would try to make me feel better.

But no; I'm stuck with the cold glazing staring man.

How lucky am I.

"Why are you following me human?"

"Because if I have to die I don't want to fucking die alone."

"Bold of you that I could get easily killed; this is basically my home."

She rolls her eyes, annoyed at his attitude.

"Whatever; I'm just following you to make sure at least there's a way to get out of this place."

"I don't need a deadweight; you humans are weak and pathetic."

"Uhh and when did I asked about your opinion? Yeah never."

He scoffs, annoyed at her attitude even though he's... pleasuring surprised about the fact that someone has the guts to talk to him like that.

"Humans usually should be scared of me."

"Yeah well; I'm more scared of dying in this dirty place than of you so..."

Vergil stopped for a second, as she continues to walk in front of him, he looks at her with a confused and curious look.

"What a weird woman..."

*******

Fortunately, they founded a cave to settle in, it wasn't the best thing to sleep in of course, but it was better than nothing at all.

"Finally! I'm so tired... my legs are killing me."

She said, laying on the ground.

"Humans. Always in need of recharging; so useless."

"Do you only speak when you're in need of judging? Because in that case I would prefer your silence."

Oh God. I shouldn't have said that. He'll kill me for sure. Dante revenge me if I die!

He simply scoffs, as he looks out of the cave in allert for danger.

"...You don't need to sleep?"

"I thought you didn't want to hear me talk?"

How arrogant. And to think I worried for him.

"Whatever; I'll just go to sleep."

******

"Wake up human."

"Mmm five minutes..."

He throwed something at her, waking her up and getting her extremely mad.

"OUCH! What the hell is wrong with you!? Why did you hit m-"

"Eat it."

He simply says; getting out of the cave, as she's left here confused.

"He... brought me breakfast?"

She took the fruit in her hand that before hitted her.

"...Was he all night out to search something to eat for me?"

She feels her heart flutter and her cheeks getting a little red at the thought that he got worried about her.

"...I... didn't thought he could be actually kind with someone... he seemed... quite handsome too..."

Maybe I should thank him...

*******

"You're done eating? Good. Let's go then; we still have to find a way to get out of here."

"Wait I..."

Why do I feel suddenly so embarrassed to just say a "thank you?"

"Thank you... for; you know; bringing me breakfast, you didn't have to do that after all."

"I just thought that it would be annoying to find you a good place for your grave if you died; so don't thank me."

She gasped, she couldn't believe what she just heard coming from his mouth.

How could he be such a... such a-! Ugh! I don't even a word for this! He's terrible! I take it back! He's not kind at all and neither handsome!

"And to think that I thought that you were kind for once!"

She starts walking angrily without caring about leaving him behind.

I despise him!

******

As they walked for hours, she couldn't help but be thirsty...

Wait is that...? A lake? A lake!

"A lake!"

Her eyes sparkled with joy seeing it

"I would not recommend it, human."

"Eh? Why?"

"Who knows what kind of creatures lurk beneath the water's surface? That lake is most likely not safe to drink from. The water might be tainted, or even poisonous. You should not drink from it."

"But I'm thirsty..."

She said; sitting down as she could almost feel tears getting out.

God I hate being so vulnerable in front of someone, and in front of HIM.

"You're acting like a child, human. Pouting and sulking just because I won't let you drink from a potentially dangerous lake."

"Well, I guess I'm just gonna die anyways..."

"Stop being so melodramatic, human. You may be hungry and thirsty, but you're not going to die anytime soon. At least, not on my watch."

"...Not... on your watch?"

What did he mean by it? And why is my heart beating like this again?

"Yes. While we're stuck in the demon world, your safety and well-being are my responsibility. I won't let anything happen to you, human. So don't go about complaining that you're going to die."

This man is so weird. Firstly he says that he doesn't care about me; and now he says those things... Vergil is such a mystery.

"I thought you hated humans?"

He scoffs, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. But there's also a touch of embarrassment, as you have a point.

"I do detest humans, that much is true. But that doesn't mean I want you to..."

He clears his throat, it was like he was trying to get the rights words, but he just let it go.

"Anyways; you should go get some rest human."

She simply nods, smiling at him.

"Good night Vergil."

He feels his cheek getting pinker as he hears your words and seeing your beautiful smile and turns around.

"Good night, human. Rest well. I'll keep guard outside. Just don't get too comfortable, alright? We're still in the demon world, after all."

You simply smile, as you head to go to sleep.

Maybe he's not so bad.

********

The next day, Vergil stands near the lake, observing the water with a careful eye. Deciding to test its safety, he hesitantly takes a sip, prepared for the worst.

To his surprise, the water tasted fresh and clean, not at all tainted or poisonous. In fact, it was quite refreshing, quenching his thirst with ease.

"Hm... the water is surprisingly drinkable. Who would've thought."

The human will be surely happy of this.

He thinks to himself as she emerged out of the cave, yawning.

"'Morning."

"Ah, you're up, human. Good morning.

You certainly look tired. But then again, you humans always look tired in the morning."

I guess that's his way to ask if I slept well...

"I... slept well. Were you... tasting the water?"

"Yes, I was. I was testing the safety of the water. It seemed safe enough, so you should be able to drink from it without any issues."

He pauses, crossing his arms

"Don't look surprised, human. Just because I'm a demon, it doesn't mean I don't have basic survival instincts."

She doesn't even care about his words that she hurries to drink.

"Thank God!"

He rolls his eyes, annoyed.

She should thank me instead.

He watches as you hurry to the edge of the lake and start drinking greedily. A mix of amusement and annoyance appear in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, easy. Don't gulp it all down at once. You'll make yourself sick, human."

"I really thought I was gonna die of thirst."

He rolls his eyes, his annoyance turning to mild irritation.

"You humans are so overdramatic. You wouldn't have died from a little thirst, you know. But I suppose you do require water to survive, so I can understand your relief."

He pauses, a hint of sarcasm in his voice

"Just try not to make a habit of getting yourself into life-threatening situations, alright? It's getting tiresome."

Suddenly, her stomach growled, making her all red in face from the embarrassment.

Dammnit not now!

He hears your stomach growling, and his expression turns slightly amused.

"Ah, so now you're hungry, hm? You humans are always so needy. But I suppose it's understandable. You require sustenance to function properly, after all. Stay here and don't get yourself in danger, I'll go get something."

"...Okay..."

She can't help but wonder about his attitude... there's something sweet and almost kind; he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined... and now he's dear and so unsure...

I wonder why I didn't see it there before?

*******

His eyes were scanning the surrounding area. The demon world is a desolate and hostile place, with few signs of life. But he has the keen senses of a demon.

"Hmph. I guess we're not completely out of luck. These fruits should be safe to eat."

He starts walking to go back to the cave, carrying a small basket of fruits in his hands.

When he arrives, he sees something that he didn't expect at all, he almost dropped the basket as he took in the scene; you were cleaning yourself in the lake; all naked, so exposed and vulnerable.

He stands at the entrance, his eyes widening in surprise as he takes in the sight of you... His eyes involuntarily run over your form, taking in the sight of your curves, your smooth skin, your... everything.

He quickly looks away, a hint of color in his cheeks, trying to compose himself.

"Ah-!"

She just noticed him now, covering herself embarrassed.

"W-When did you came back...?"

"I just got back a moment ago. I found some edible fruits over there. But it seems like you were, uh... distracted."

He pauses, his voice a hint strained.

"Y-You could've at least put on some clothes or something before bathing, human."

"W-Well I couldn't help it! My clothes stanked so bad that I had to wash them too..."

"And you couldn't have just rinsed your clothes while you were wearing them, like a normal person?"

He glances her way again, catching a brief glimpse of her body before quickly looking away.

Damnit... she's even more attractive then I thought...

"Stop peeking! And no I couldn't! I could've got sick!"

He huffs, trying to maintain his cool demeanor.

"I wasn't peeking! I just... happened to glance in your direction. And you wouldn't have gotten sick, you're just being overdramatic. But I suppose that's just how humans are, always worried about their health and hygiene and all that nonsense."

"Well I'm still a woman! I need some dencecy!"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Decency, huh? You humans are always so concerned with modesty and privacy. Demons don't worry about such trivial things. We have no qualms about nudity, showing skin or even intimacy."

He pauses, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"But, very well, I'll respect your human sensibilities and try not to look. Just put some clothes on, will you?""

"I would but.. all my clothes are getting dry so..."

He sighs, his annoyance turning to mild irritation at your predicament.

"Of course, you had to wash your clothes, and now they're hanging up to dry. Which leaves you with... nothing to wear, I assume?"

"...Yes."

He groans, his expression turning exasperated. He can't believe he's got into a situation like this...

"Damnit. Of course, you'd be completely unprepared. Typical human."

He pauses, his eyes flickering down over your form again, despite himself. He's both annoyed and yet, secretly, a small part of him... enjoys the view...

He looks at you, noticing your shivering and the sound of your sneeze.

"Hmph. So now you're getting cold. Typical human weakness. You'll get sick at this rate."

He pauses, a hint of annoyance in his voice, but also a hint of concern. Despite his gruff exterior, he doesn't actually want you to fall ill.

"I can't do much about it unfortunately."

He sighs, his expression turning a bit complicated. Despite his initial annoyance, he can't help but feel a pang of pity at your shivering form. He can't just let you stay like this, shivering and vulnerable.

"Here."

He reaches into his coat, pulling out a dark, heavy coat, made of a durable, heavy material. He holds it out to you.

"Wear this. It's warm, at least."

"Uh? Are you sure?"

He huffs, crossing his arms.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not giving it to you, I'm lending it to you. You're shivering, and if you get sick, you'll be even more useless than you already are. So, just wear it. Consider it a... temporary loan."

He pauses, his expression turning slightly softer.

"And make sure you take good care of it. It's a prized possession of mine."

She smiled genuinely at him as she got out of the lake, standing behind him.

"Thank you Vergil, I'll take care of it, I promise."

He can't help thinking about all your soft curves and smooth skin and your...

He gulps.

He shakes his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts.

"Hmph. Just don't ruin it. It's an expensive coat, made from high-quality materials. I don't want it getting damaged or ruined..."

She simply noded as she put it on.

"It's... quite long..."

He watches as you slip the coat on, his eyes widening slightly at how the coat envelops your form. It's a bit too big for you, the sleeves and the hem falling past your wrists and ankles, but it looks oddly... good on you. The fact that you're wearing nothing underneath, the smooth fabric clinging to your curves, only hinting at the body underneath.

Damn it...

Vergil quickly looks away, his face feeling a bit hot.

"Are you getting sick? Your face is all red..."

He huffs, his face turning even more flushed at your comment.

"W-What? No! I'm perfectly fine, human. I don't get sick like you humans do. I'm... just a bit hot, that's all."

He pauses, trying to compose himself. But he can't help but sneak a few glances at you, his gaze tracing the outline of your curves beneath the coat..

"Okay well if you're so sure..."

She simply says, as she sits and starts eating the things he brought before.

He watches as you begin eating the fruits, his eyes following the movement of your lips and your hands, the way your body moves slightly beneath the coat, the curves of your form still visible through the fabric. His mind drifts, imagining what it would be like to run his hands over your smooth skin, to feel your soft body against his...

He shakes his head again, trying to push away the impure thoughts. Damn it, what is wrong with him?

"Are you sure you don't want any?"

He quickly turns his attention back to the conversation, shaking his head.

"No, I don't need to eat, human. My demonic nature doesn't require sustenance in the same way as yours. I'm fine."

"Okay then... thanks again for the food."

He huffs, shaking his head at your gratitude.

"Don't mention it, human. It's just some simple fruits. Hardly worth your thanks."

He pauses, his eyes still drinking in the sight of you in his coat, the way it swallows you up and envelops your body.. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks again, his mind wandering to impure thoughts..

********

It's night now, and the two of you are back in the cave. The fire crackles softly in the center of the cave, casting a warm glow around the dim space.

Vergil sits on one side of the cave, his back against the wall, his eyes watching the fire dancing in the darkness.

He looks over at you as you hum a tune, his ears picking up on the soft sound of your voice. Despite his best efforts, he finds himself drawn to the sound, his gaze fixing upon your form, the firelight casting a soft, warm glow over your body, the coat still enveloping you..

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure.

"What are you humming, human?"

"Mh? Oh, it's a song that I use to listen when I'm at home."

He raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued

"A song, hm? Let me hear it."

He leans in closer, his eyes studying you intently.

"You... wanna hear me sing?"

He pauses for a moment, his expression stoic but his eyes betraying a hint of interest.

"I wouldn't have asked if so."

She smiles, as she clears her throat and starts singing.

"Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

Hand in my hand and we promised to never let go

We're walking the tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking the tightrope

Never sure, never know how far we could fall

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking the tightrope

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you

Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between

Desert and ocean

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion

So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose

Hand in my hand and you promised to never let go

We're walking the tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking the tightrope

Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?

Well, it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking the tightrope

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you, ooh-ooh-ooh

With you."

He listens closely as you begin to sing, his eyes locked on your lips as the words flow from them. The song is unfamiliar, but the sound of your voice is enchanting, a soft, alluring note that pulls at his senses.

As the lyrics reach his ears, he can't help but feel a stirring in his chest. The words carry a sense of longing, of following someone into the unknown...

"Hmph. A love song, is it? Typical human sentimentality."

She blushes slighty in embarrassment and pouts a little.

"Well I can't help it if I like love songs..."

He chuckles at your pouting, his eyes fixed on your expression.

"Hmph. Of course you do. Typical human, always falling for sentimental nonsense. Love songs, musicals.. what is it with you humans and your obsession with romance..?"

She was slighty surprised to see him smile and chuckle a little; she felt her cheeks getting a little pinker...

"Well... you're born because of the love between your parents, isn't it that true?"

He pauses at your comment, his expression turning serious for a moment, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Hmph. Yes, I suppose that's true. But love is also a weakness, human. It's a vulnerability, a weakness that can be exploited and used against you."

He looks at you, studying your face, the firelight casting a soft glow over your features.

"Love can also be a strenght."

He huffs, his expression turning thoughtful.

"Hmph. I suppose that's one way to look at it. But love also means attachment. It means caring about someone so much that the thought of losing them is unbearable. And that kind of attachment can be a dangerous thing. It can distract you, make you make poor decisions. It can make you weak."

"So that's why you never got attached to anyone?"

He pauses for a moment, his eyes locking with yours, a hint of sadness in them.

"I've seen what love can do, human. I've seen the pain it can cause, the suffering it can bring. I've seen what happens when you care about someone so much that you're willing to do anything for them, even sacrifice everything you have. And I've seen what happens when you lose that person, the anguish and the emptiness that follows. I've seen it all, and I've chosen to stay away from that kind of pain."

He felt her silence; like she's thinking of the right words to say.

"Well... in my opinion... it's better to have loved, than never had did, at least, you would've felt something."

He scoffs, his expression turning almost bitter at your words.

"Hmph. That's easy for you to say. You're a human, you're weak and vulnerable. You need companionship, you need love and connection. I'm a demon, I don't need any of that. I don't need love or attachment or any of that sentimental nonsense."

"...I see."

She was silent for a second, then she spoke up again.

"Can I ask you something Vergil?"

"If you must."

"If you demons never get attached to someone, then how is possible that there are so many?"

He pauses for a moment, his expression turning more thoughtful.

"Hmph. You're referring to the fact that there are so many demons? Well, it's true that demons don't typically form emotional connections like humans do. But that doesn't mean we don't engage in... physical intimacy, shall we say. After all, physical desires are a part of our nature. We're creatures of lust and pleasure, more than anything else."

"Oh... so you give in to desires... I see...

There's also something I can't help wondering about."

He sighs, her and her curiosness...

"What is it?"

"Why you never call me by my name?"

"Hmph. Are you really offended because I don't call you by your name? You humans are so sensitive, always wanting to hear their name spoken out loud. To us demons, names are just a way to identify someone. They're just a label, nothing more."

"Mh; I see... well I got used by it now, thought it would be nice being called normally once..."

"Go gest some rest human; don't spend all your energies on speaking with me."

I guess I was hoping for too much.

"Yeah okay."

.....

"Hey Vergil?"

"What is it now?"

"Uhm can I... sleep next to you? It's kind of cold..."

He is taken aback by the question, his eyes widening slightly. He hadn't expected you to ask that, and yet... he finds himself strangely intrigued. He clears his throat, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"Hmph. You want to sleep.. next to me? You want to sleep... with me?"

"If you don't mind..."

He pauses, his expression turning serious. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, his heart beating a bit faster at the thought of you sleeping next to him. But he doesn't let it show, maintaining his stoic facade.

"Hmph. I don't mind. But don't expect me to cuddle with you. Demons don't do that."

"I-I wasn't going to ask that..."

"Hmph. Get over here then."

He motions a spot next to him, gesturing for you to come closer to him.

You can't help but smile a little, as you get next to him.

He can feel your body press against his as you lay next to him, the heat of your skin against his own. He can feel his heart beating faster, his body tensing up as you get comfortable against him. He tries to maintain his usual stoic expression, but he can't help but feel a bit flustered at the intimate position they're in.

"Hmph. You're... much warmer than I thought you'd be."

"I uh- thank you...?"

He huffs, a hint of embarrassment in his voice as he feels your warmth against his cold skin. He glances down at you, his eyes taking in your expression, the way you look so relaxed and content, laying against him like this.

"Hmph. You're welcome. Now get some rest, human. Demons don't need to sleep, so I'll keep watch over you."

She simply nods and smiles cutely at him.

"Nighty night."

You say as you fall asleep on him.

He can't help but admire you as you sleep, your body soft and warm against his chest, your breath warm and steady against his skin. He has to admit, it feels.. strangely nice, having you like this. Like a small, delicate creature in the arms of a powerful demon.

"Hmph. You look so damn vulnerable like this, human. So delicate and fragile. Like a small, innocent kitten."

******

Vergil had fallen asleep, something he rarely did. He must have been really tired, or maybe the feeling of holding you in his arms all night had been more comfortable then he'd expected... Either way, he was asleep, his eyes closed and his expression soft and relaxed.

Vergil's eyes opened abruptly, and he felt a sudden wave of worry wash over him as he realized you were gone.

"Human?! Where'd you go..."

He looks around, his eyes searching the area for any sign of you. His heart starts beating faster, a sense of worry and panic overtaking him.

He grabs his sword, his hand gripping the hilt tightly as he looks around, still searching for you. He can feel the panic building in him, the thought of you being in danger making his heart race.

"Human! Where the hell are you..?"

And then, there he saw you; you just entered the cave with a basket of fruits, smiling at him warmly.

"Ah good morning! I saw you sleeping so I didn't want to wake you up. I brought something to eat and I also cleaned your coat!"

He looks at you; relief washing over him seeing you safe and sound. He can feel the tension in his body ease as he sees you standing there, holding a bunch of fruit in your hands.

"You.. damn it, human. Don't scare me like that. When I woke up and you weren't there, I thought something had happened to you."

"Uh? You... were worried about me...?"

He huffs, looking away, his expression turning stoic.

"Don't get the wrong idea, human. I was merely... concerned. If something had happened to you, I would be... inconvenienced. That's all."

She smiles and without thinking about it, she hugged him.

"Thank you."

He's caught off guard by your sudden hug, his eyes widening in surprise. But after a moment, he wraps his arms around you, in an akward hug.

"Hmph. You're welcome, I suppose. Just don't make a habit of scaring me like that again."

She simply nods and smile at him.

"Now eat something, you need strength if we're going to continue on this journey."

He looks at the fruits you have, eyeing then with curiosity.

"Where did you get all these, anyway?"

"I walked for a while."

He looks at you, an eyebrow raised in mild disbelief.

"You... walked for a while? And you didn't meet any danger? You know what kind of creatures are out there, right? This forest is full of dangerous monsters, demons and other threats. You could've easily gotten yourself killed."

"Yeah well... I felt guilty thinking that you always did this for me so..."

He huffs, a hint of surprise in his eyes at your words. He can't believe you actually felt guilty about him doing things for you all the time.

"Hmph. You felt guilty about that? Why the hell would you feel guilty about something like that? I'm a demon, human. I can take care of myself. It's not your job to worry about me."

"Sorry I..."

He can see the disappointment in your expression as you say 'sorry', and it makes him feel a pang of guilt in his chest. Damnit, why does he care about your reaction so much..?

"Hmph. I just... you don't need to worry about me, human. Okay? I'm the one who's protecting you, not the other way around. Understood?"

"Okay."

********

Vergil was washing himself in the lake, the cool water running over his body, washing away the dirt and sweat from the journey. He had stripped off his top, revealing his muscular upper body, his toned abs and well defined pecs glistening in the sunlight...

God what am I doing? Why I'm walking to him?

"Uhm... do you mind if I... join you?"

She asks, with only a piece of clothing barely covering her, with her face clearly flustered.

Vergil looks up, his eyes widened by your request. He can feel a wave of heat wash over his body as he sees you, barely clothed, asking him if you can join him in the water. He tries to keep his composure, but he can't help but feel a sense of desire stirring inside him.

"Hmph. I... suppose I don't mind. Go ahead, if you want. But I'm not going to look away, human."

I feel like my heart is gonna explode to his words...

"I... don't mind if you watch me."

Again, what the hell am I saying!?

He feels his heart rate increase at your words, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the sight of your curves barely covered by the piece of clothing you were still wearing.

"Hmph. I'll be watching, then. Don't be surprised if my eyes linger on certain... places."

She gulps without saying a word as she let that little of clothing of hers fall on the ground, while entering in the water.

He can feel his breath catch in his throat as you let the last bit of clothing fall, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of your flesh... and he feels a deep, primal desire stir within him.

"Hmph... You're... damn, human. You're beautiful."

*****

The rest of what happened... it was kind blurry.... we got ourselves lost in the moment full of passion, lust and... maybe something more. I still remember his touch; gentle but rough, his lips on my neck; my lips... his marks... his size...

The first and only time that Vergil called me by name.

"Y/n."

And to this day, I still smile at remembering all those moments we shared together.

"Hey mom; I'm home!"

"Welcome back, Nero."

I say; simply smiling.