#and you surprise him by knowing the basics of strategy games

[woahjo]

mmmm high lord katsuki and new attendant reader…

he’s a cold man, with an icy stare and a fiery temper that is set off at the drop of a hat. the high lord katsuki has a reputation for being harsh on his peers and servants alike, though he has enough political sense to keep the peace.

he’s from an important family, born and bred with a silver spoon in his mouth and taught all of the niceties of good society. katsuki has read all of the classics and, in addition to an impressive family home (which he manages along with familial business), he has an extensive library, which he visits frequently.

you are low-born, only granted to opportunity of reading because your father taught you before he passed away. you’d been forced to find work when he passed and, by some stroke of luck, someone in the kitchens was willing to take you in and have you keep inventory for a small monthly salary. reading and writing comes in handy for that.

you consider yourself unlucky, however, at being noticed by katsuki’s first officer and personal attendant, kirishima, who happens to be of common birth with a position that should belong to a noble and thus, outranks you. well, just about everyone our ranks you. it’s him who recommends you for the “promotion” and lands you in katsuki’s personal office in the main house.

“my lord,” he says, stepping into the room with the comfort only a noble could have. “i’ve brought them.”

“who?” katsuki doesn’t raise his head. his voice is low and gravelly.

“the new serving staff, my lord,” he states. “the one from the kitchen inventory.”

katsuki looks up at this, his gaze unimpressed and unyielding. he looks you over for a moment, staring as if to size you up.

oh, he’s beautiful. it’s shameful thing to think of such a harsh man, but it’s the truth. he almost looks like a painting, with hard set eyes and round lips. you’d expected someone frightening, with harsh features and sharp, cutting proportions befitting of a man with rumors like the ones surrounding him. instead, the man who sits before you seems a prince with a slightly colder gaze. you suppose that his beauty is drowned out by the other rumors surrounding him.

“you said they could read?” katsuki snaps.

“yes, my lord,” he responds.

katsuki doesn’t comment on this, instead, he shifts his gaze to you and harshly barks a question.

“you’re willing to work?”

what does that matter? you don’t have much of a choice.

“yes, my lord.”

“very good,” katsuki says. “kirishima, see her to her quarters.”

kirishima excuses himself and you bow deeply and do the same. katsuki’s gaze lingers on you for a moment as you bow. it is so intense that you can almost feel the moment he tears it from you and returns to pouring over the papers in front of him. he does not look up again as you shut the door.

katsuki gives the impression that he is made of stone, stubborn and immovable. you imagine that his peers have trouble convincing him of anything and you briefly wonder, judging by the hard look he’d given you, if you’ll run into the same trouble.

[sargeteen]

𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 ! ᶜˡ¹⁶

'cause somewhere in the crowd is you ₊˚⊹ᰔ

𝓬harles leclerc x 𝒎edia!male reader synopsis: even after ferrari's horrible race strategy, fans can fall back on y/n, their social media admin that loves to make fun of their drivers in red—and also some other drivers in the grid who catch some strays—and who has turned into somewhat of a fan favorite. ( part two to unpaid intern! )

genre: smau, crack humor, fluff warnings: brainrot. lando norris and 4s hate if you squint, but its all for good fun and jokes. i think i lost the plot somewhere in the middle

requested? yes! author's note: im so glad someone requested a part two i loved doing the first one. two posts in one day?? who am i???

masterlist. part one.

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scuderiaferrari ah hell nah what are my goats doing at f175 💔💔

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userone i can't look at ferrari the same knowing the person who runs their social media is charles's boyfriend ⤷ usertwo im new to f1...what do you mean 😭😭??? ⤷ userthree last year ferrari's socials started being really funny and people were confused and then it was released in dts s7 that their social media admin was charles's boyfriend! y/n came out and said that he got his job cause of charles and was basically a nepo baby 😭😭

oscarpiastri of course charles was playing chess ⤷ youruser oscar i need you to save me from this frenchman ⤷ charles_leclerc I AM NOT FRENCH ⤷ oscarpisatri i dont wanna be french...i dont wanna be french

userfour proof why we don't need a live show, they got charles and lewis playing chess of all games ⤷ youruser as long as charles doesn't have to force me to play anymore...he has like 382 wins on game pigeon ⤷ userfour ykw...im not surprised

userfive the only reason why im looking forward to the 2025 season: y/n's posts on the ferrari account ⤷ scuderiaferrari thank you userfive your support is greatly appreciated ❤️

usersix didn't know charles was an avid game pigeon user...

userseven waiting for charles's comment where he gets mad at y/n for either calling him a goat or posting him playing chess

charles_leclerc must you always post my dirty laundry 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to show people that rich drivers like you can be relatable sorry

usereight welcome lewis hamilton, you are about to be the victim to so many shit posts ⤷ scuderiaferrari they're not shitposts 💔💔

lewishamilton chess slander in the big 2025 ⤷ scuderiaferrari who taught you how to speak like that ⤷ lewishamilton you did ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah...right

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scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC GETS A $298,398,471 FINE AFTER ACCIDENTALLY FLIPPING OFF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE AND SMIRKS AFTER!!!! YOU CANT BE DOING THAT CHARLES!!!

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usernine CHARLESSS PUT THAT AWAYYYY

userten GOD CHARLESSS HE'S GOING BROKE

charles_leclerc sorry babe...can't afford rent this month ⤷ youruser what the hell 😞💔

usereleven god this account is so dumb now that y/n runs it ⤷ usertwelve sorry my dms aren't working but i hope you get your syphilis sitch worked out man ⤷ userthirteen bro has zero joy and zero whimsy in his life ⤷ youruser i'm like spongebob, i make your brain melt

userfourteen YOU CANT BE DOING THATTTT WOW CHARLES

lewishamilton my goat 💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari OKAY STOP NOW ITS GETTING CREEPY ⤷ lewishamilton ts pmo fr ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh my god.

userfifteen i need a ferrari video where they teach charles and lewis brain rot or have them say brain rot sayings ⤷ scuderiaferrari here's a dollar for creating a banger video idea

usersixteen this account is so peak

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scuderiaferrari come with us to teach lewis brain rot ☺️☺️ ( video will be posted later!! )

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userseventeen this post seems off.. ⤷ usereighteen right like where is the funny ⤷ scuderiaferrari we need to be serious sometimes 💔

usernineteen SKIBIDI TOILET RIZZ!!

usertwenty oh god i can't wait for lewis to read out brainrot this is peak cinema

lewishamilton i already know brainrot you always tell me about it ⤷ scuderiaferrari shhh it's more fun this way

charles_leclerc i want to learn brainrot too ⤷ youruser charlie, baby, you're too monegasque for it ⤷ charles_leclerc what is that supposed to mean ⤷ youruser it means you'll make a fool of yourself

usertwentyone i'm so excited for this

usertwentytwo im going to be first like first view first save and first repost on that video im so excited

click for video transcript! [ LH: What is this one? How do you say it? (SHOWS Y/N PAPER) Y/N: (LAUGHS) This one? (POINTS AT PAPER) LH nods. Y/N: That's gyatt. Like ski, but with a g, and then yacht. Gyatt. CL laughs. LH: G-yacht? (TURNS TO Y/N) Y/N: (LAUGHS AND NODS) Perfect, Lewis. LH: {WHISPERS} G-yatt. {NORMAL TONE} What does it mean? Y/N: Like...like butt. Like I could say...(LOOKS TO CL) "Nice gyatt, Charles," and I would be saying he's got a nice butt. LH laughs. CL blushes, looks to crowd. ]

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scuderiaferrari about time unc learned gen alpha brainrot ( full video on youtube and tiktok! )

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usertwentythree I'M CRYING THE WAY CHARLES BLUSHED WHEN Y/N SAID HE'S GOT A NICE GYATT ⤷ youruser hey, i never lie 🐐

usertwentyfour whoever came up with this idea is a genius this was so funny

usertwentyfive now why did y/n go on a 3 minute tangent about the chill guy meme 😭😭????? ⤷ youruser i guess i am not a chill guy.

lando i want to do this with oscar because he is a million years old ⤷ oscarpiastri i know brainrot ⤷ logansargeant mate no you don't ⤷ scuderiaferrari LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE GREAT 2025?? ⤷ youruser wrong account ☺️☺️☺️

usertwentysix of course y/n is a loscar fan... ⤷ youruser what is that supposed to mean.

usertwentyseven LOSCAR CONTENT IN THE BIG HUGE 2025??

logansargeant i really liked it when y/n had to explain what skibidi toilet was for 10 minutes ⤷ scuderiaferrari i honestly barely understand it so i was getting confused by lewis and charles getting confused

usertwentyeight y/n AND charles both explaining 'eating' and the difference between 'i cooked' and 'im cooked' 😭😭 ⤷ usertwentynine y/n must use those a lot if charles knows what they are 😭... ⤷ charles_leclerc like you wouldn’t imagine...

charles_leclerc i knew too many of these for me to be satisfied with my life ⤷ scuderiaferrari so dramatic this one

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youruser was never a fan of paddle

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userthirty didn't know ferrari admin could get slutty like this... ⤷ youruser what a man can't be slutty and funny? ⤷ userthirty no

userthirtyone oh wow.

charles_leclerc you look so handsome mon amour ❤️ ⤷ youruser thank you my love ❤️

charles_leclerc can we recreate challengers but just the kissing part ⤷ youruser you little slut you...of course we can

userthirtytwo god ive never seen a y/n post before and man does charles whore out in the comments 😭😭

charles_leclerc that's all mine ⤷ youruser is it really? i couldn't tell...

logansargeant tell your boyfriend to behave i dont want to see that on my timeline at 8 in the morning ⤷ youruser sorry i cant control him ⤷ charles_leclerc only sometimes he can ⤷ logansargeant see this is why im not coming back to f1, because of you guys being nasty on the timeline ⤷ userthirtythree you sure it isn't because of your horrible driving abilities? ⤷ youruser leave my son out of this.

userthirtyfour since when did y/n and charles adopt logan too? ⤷ charles_leclerc even i do not know

userthirtyfive yeah..smash

userthirtysix LEMME HIT JUST ONCE ⤷ charles_leclerc you guys need holy water

charles_leclerc #smash nice gyatt ⤷ youruser CHARLES SOTP IT

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scuderiaferrari someone asked for dog-tent?

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userthirtyseven IS THIS LEGAL?? CAN YOU DO THAT??

userthirtyeight BE CAREFUL THEYRE GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS ONE Y/N

lando Y/N???????????????? ⤷ scuderiaferrari hi lando ☺️ ⤷ lando that is so out of pocket pookie bear 😞😞😞

oscarpiastri oh that's so mean...do it again ⤷ lando OSCAR?????????/ ⤷ scuderiaferrari 😉😉

userthirtynine even his teammate went against him...poor lando 💔

userfourty did you guys not see the discourse on twitter of lando saying he'd name his dog charles or charlie or something so they were saying that lando was gonna walk charles like a dog and lectwt used that pic of lando in retaliation??? ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh...i didn't know this was happening 🙇 ⤷ userfourty Y/N YOU ARE SO MESSY

charles_leclerc y/n ☺️ my love ☺️ what is that last picture ☺️ ⤷ scuderiaferrari oh that must've snuck in there on accident ☺️

userfourtyone there are no other admins like ferrari and vcarb i swear their admins are peak 😭😭 ⤷ scuderiaferrari we really are peak, aren't we visacashapprb? ⤷ visacashapprb we really are 🤝

userfourtytwo mama a 4 behind you... ⤷ scuderiaferrari theyre upping my security detail next race..

userfourtythree do it again do it again do it again

lando can't believe this is my life... ⤷ scuderiaferrari me neither diva ❤️

mclaren y/n you are expected to visit mclaren next race during media day. ⤷ scuderiaferrari ah. ⤷ charles_leclerc RELEASE HIM HE DID NOTHING ⤷ logansargeant Y/N IS INNOCENT LEAVE HIM ALONE ⤷ lewishamilton sir lewis hamilton orders you to leave y/n alone ⤷ scuderiaferrari if i think nobody got me, all my goats already had me 👊👊👊🐐🐐🐐🔥🔥🔥🔥

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scuderiaferrari LANDO, WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION! WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPIONS I SAID! LANDO!

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userfourtyfour oh that's oomf in a ferrari post

userfourtyfive y/n is this your apology for lando ⤷ scuderiaferrari in my own way

lando we can be world champion 💔💔💔 ⤷ charles_leclerc failed hopecore 💔 failed world champion core💔 ⤷ scuderiaferrari failed wdccore is right... ⤷ charles_leclerc oh who is you ⤷ scuderiaferrari i regret teaching you things

userfourtysix oh the twitch quartet my heart just shattered ⤷ userfourtyseven does this mean y/n watched the twitch quartet in quarentine...and just like manifested dating charles and getting a job at ferrari ⤷ scuderiaferrari actually no they had me study 12 hours of different compliations. including 'the twitch quartet being iconic for 5 minutes gay', 'charles leclerc being stupid for 10 minutes', 'lewis hamilton being the goat for 24 minutes gay', and then 'the brocedes lore explained in under an hour' ⤷ userfourtysix brocedes mention in the great 2025...oh god

userfourtyeight imagine getting a job at ferrari and you're forced to watch a documentary about brocedes... ⤷ scuderiaferrari "documentary" it was a fan video

alexalbon oh twitch quartet how much i miss you... ⤷ lando you have all of our numbers ⤷ alexalbon yes, but it's not the same

oscarpiastri twitch quartet was bop (before oscar piastri) so it means nothing to me ⤷ scuderiaferrari HELLO 😭😭😭????????

a/n: the plot was fully lost

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier @raizelchrysanderoctavius @mountainshuman @bunnisgreen

[himasgod]

Can I request a leona x reader where the reader is like really smart in a out of the box why like the reader can throw him off in chess or something (sorry I’m really bad at explaining stuff I hope you have a good day/night :])

Leona x Reader

Where he can't beat you at chess

Where you are the only person who has ever been able to compete with him at chess, the only person who has ever truly captured his attention.

I used to know how to play chess but when I was little, I've forgotten it now so I couldn't describe the moves very well sorry 😿 but I hope you like it!

Under the awning in Savanaclaw, a group of students watched with growing amazement the chess game unfolding between Leona and you.

Leona, with an expression of absolute confidence, rested one arm on the back of his chair as he analyzed the board. From the start of the game, he had tried to play with his usual tactics: aggressive moves, baiting, and ambushing. However, every move he made was dismantled by you with an ease that irritated and amused him in equal measure.

"Tch, I've never seen anyone play like that," he murmured, resting his chin on his hand and squinting at the new position of your pieces.

"I'm playing with you, Leona, I'm not really playing chess." you replied with a smile, moving a piece.

The spectators let out a murmur of surprise. Jack, who was also watching the game, frowned.

"What does it mean, not playing chess?" he whispered.

Leona clicked his tongue and gave a crooked smile.

"Hah. Don't tell me you're manipulating the game on purpose."

"Technically, no," you said, your expression amused. "But I know how you think. I'm not looking to win the traditional way. I'm playing in a way that makes you doubt, confuse you, and force you to change your style. Basically, I'm making you frustrate yourself."

Leona rested an elbow on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, hiding a husky laugh.

"Interesting."

The murmurs among the students intensified. Everyone knew Leona was a born strategist, someone who used his intellect more than his brute force, and that very few people could even match him in a mind game. But here you were, not only dismantling his strategy, but also pushing him out of his comfort zone.

With a heavy exhalation, Leona moved a piece.

"Fine. If you want to play with me and not chess, then I'll adapt."

The tension in the air increased. Leona had accepted your challenge, and although it seemed like the game was merely a contest of wits, you both knew it went much deeper. It was a battle of perceptions. A fight seeing who of you were the most intelligent.

And, for the first time in a long time, Leona felt someone could match him at his own game.

Maybe, just maybe, he'd found someone worthy of his attention.

The next few plays grew more intense.

Leona completely abandoned his carefree attitude and began analyzing you with those sharp predatory eyes that made many tremble under his gaze. But you just smiled back, unperturbed, enjoying his change of attitude.

"You know," he murmured, crossing his fingers under his chin as he studied the board, "you're quite annoying."

"Thanks, I try hard," you replied with a smile.

Leona let out a low growl, as if he couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or amused by your attitude. Then he made an unexpected move, one that seemed like a trap, but actually hid a deeper strategy.

This time, it was you who narrowed your eyes. You recognized the change: Leona was no longer testing you, he was taking you seriously. And that, somehow, made you smile.

The end of the game came with an unexpected draw. Not because either of you could win, but because both of you, at some point, had decided ypu didn't want the game to end yet.

"Oh, tie," you said, leaning back on the table with a satisfied expression.

Leona held your gaze for a moment, and then, with an almost imperceptible gesture, his tail swished lazily to the side.

"Let's play another game," he suggested with a half-smile. "But this time, without spectators."

The students around you let out surprised gasps, but Leona didn't even pay attention to them. He only had eyes for you.

"Oh, you want a rematch?" you mocked, leaning slightly toward him.

"Hah. Call it what you want," he murmured, resting an elbow on the table and looking at you with a different intensity. "But I have a feeling I won't get tired of playing with you."

So, having scared the others off with Ruggie's help, as night fell, you spent a few more hours playing, with neither of you giving in to the choice of winning or losing.

Neither of you wanted to end that game.

So Leona ended up yawning, showing his large teeth and raising his eyebrow at the board again, saying, "So I guess we'll have to continue tomorrow. Don't go running away, herbivore."

"Run away? Why would I? You couldn't even beat me. It seems you're running away like a cat with its tail between its legs."

Leona gave a lazy smile before yawning again.

"You've got a lot of nerve, herbivore. No one dares to talk to me like that."

"No one dared to challenge you in chess either, and look at us, we've been playing for hours."

Leona got up to go to his room, but not before turning around, analyzing you with his green eyes and letting out a lazy smile

"Get ready for tomorrow, because this time I'm really going to beat you. I'm going to devour you, herbivore."

"Whatever you say, scaredy-cat."

And with a wide smile, you returned to Ramshackle, dreaming of the next hundred plays you would make against Leona just to hear his concentrated growls or his eyes fixed on you.

[percyluvr]

Hiii!!! If your requests are open could you do an injury fic with Luke and a Persephone reader? Where she gets hurt during capture the flag or smth like that and this man starts stressing even if he’s on the opposite team and didn’t know what was going on when she got hurt?

luke castellan x daughter of persephone!reader summary: you get hurt during capture the flag and luke gets worried wc: 885

Luke Castellan is very particular about his capture the flag team, and everyone at camp knew that, which is why it came as a surprise when you and him were on separate teams.

When asked, he would just say that the two of you had decided to have a competition on who could create the better capture the flag strategy, but it was deeper than that. The two of you had a small fight because you felt that he never let you help with the strategy enough, and you felt like he never really let you in on the combat. It was almost like he thought of you as a delicate flower, and when you brought it up, he got irritated, telling you that he wasn't trying to control you, he just didn't want you to get hurt.

You'd gotten mad and stormed out, and now neither of you knew where you stood, and preparing for capture the flag against him wasn't helping at all. The few days leading up to capture the flag were some of the most hostile days each month, and this time was no exception. It may just be a camp war game to some campers, but to others, especially your teammate Clarisse, this was a big deal. Clarisse was always rude and quite hostile towards your boyfriend, but it was worse than ever now.

You and Clarisse were an unexpected duo, but you two had a special connection, considering each other your best friend, so when you told her what happened between you and Luke, she was pissed off, to say the least.

"Thanks for telling me that, I'm gonna hand his ass to him on Friday," she said, running her hand along your arm, trying to comfort you to her best ability.

"Thanks, Clarisse, I can always count on you if I want someone to get beat up," you joked, making her laugh.

The next few days went by quickly, you and Clarisse rigorously training with each other and going over your plan as co-captains. You'd always loved being on the same team as Clarisse before you started dating Luke, and now you finally got to be again.

On the day of capture the flag, you and all the campers headed into the forest, getting into your positions. The game began, and you and Clarisse charged into the other team's territory.

As a daughter of Persephone, you had the ability to manipulate certain plants, which was helpful, especially at camp, because you could control almost all of the plants that were there. Unfortunately, with great power comes a great ego boost, which you fell victim to.

You and Clarisse were basically wiping the floor with your opponents, when you got caught up in your head, confidence overflowing, and tried to create a longer vine, accidentally tripped over it, and fell right into the sword of the camper you were fighting. Luckily, you had managed to move your body so that you didn't get stabbed anywhere fatal, but you did get an incredibly deep cut right under your ribcage, which caught the attention of Clarisse. Seeing you injured fueled Clarisse's rage, and she quickly finished the fight.

Immediately, she picked you up bridal style, rushing you through the woods to the infirmary. She passed by Luke, and at first he ignored it, but then he did a double take after realizing it was Clarisse, and saw you in her arms, blood soaking through your orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. Even though he was in the middle of a fight, he booked it in the direction the two of you were heading, now full of worry.

He finally caught up to the two of you, surprised at how quick Clarisse was. When Clarisse caught sight of him, she cracked her knuckles and gave him the dirtiest look you had even seen in your life. You bit back a laugh.

Luke rushed up to where you were sitting on the bed.

"Baby, are you okay? Please tell me you're okay," he said, voice filled with desperation.

You gave him a pained look, gesturing to the large blood-soaked bandage covering the left side of your abdomen. "Well, I have a near fatal hole going through my side, but other than that, I'm great," you say dryly.

"C'mon, don't be that way. I'm sorry for what happened last week, okay? But see, this is why I'm so protective. I can't let anything happen to you, I don't want to lose anyone else," he whispers, eyes glazed over.

At this point, Clarisse is long gone. Knowing her, she probably left because she couldn't stand to see you and Luke being all 'lovey dovey,' as she calls it.

"Well... yeah. I guess I see your point. But I still think that you should let me help more, please."

"Okay, you're right. I know you're perfectly capable, I'm just scared. I've lost too many people and losing you would be too much to handle, so please be more careful, okay?" He eyes your bandage, giving you a grimace.

You respond by pulling him down to your face by his shirt, and give him a sweet kiss, which he reciprocates almost immediately. It almost made you laugh how quickly he kisses you back, even though it happens every time.

[actuallyberriesarebananas]

Can't Get You Out of My Hair

Anime/Manga: Blue Lock by Muneyuki Kaneshiro

GN! Reader (they/them)

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Reo Mikage

Prompt: You meddling with his hair. That's it lol

A/N: When I first watched this anime, I always questioned why some characters did not tie up their long hair or clip their bangs to the side (looking at you dead hard, Aryu and Niko👀) when they play. Then this idea lit up. Seriously though, how clear is their vision this way cuz I cannot even see clearly with only the tiniest bits of hair strands falling and poking into my eyes every second.

Someone fixing your hair is such an intimate act for me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) it's comforting <3

> Isagi Yoichi

An interval at half-time commenced in the match. Everyone was sweating, breaths beaten in and out, toned frames wavering from fatigue, and most of all, Isagi—was pissed as hell. He felt his mind slowly blur into overdrive, his hand on his hip and the other clasped a bottle; thinking of strategies, new factors, and up to the minute tactics in order to reach the right flow assembling all the pieces together to create an opening to pierce through the other team’s iron wall defense.

Isagi’s face contorted in displeasure.

No, that's not it. He thought. His mind is in disarray coming up with ideas, theories, methods…anything.

Analytical and contemplative, Isagi wracked his head further with a mind filled with nothing but the game. Water bottle left forgotten.

The only awareness around present was the bangs over his eyes, damped and sticky. His eyes saw through them anyway in dismissal, much focused on the gradual solution forming underneath the depths of his logic. However, all logic had abruptly come to a halt when he felt a warm sensation.

Isagi already figured he felt hot everywhere, yet this was distinct. It wasn't from the sweat or his own warm body. It wasn't the heat currently burning inside his head either. The dressing room, in contrast, was breezy and cold; so he could tell that the heat came somewhere else. Somewhere not within him.

A source of comforting warmth revealed when prickling strands of blue came aside. Fingers tickled on Isagi’s skin and a wave of goosebumps followed underneath his jersey. His breath hitched at getting caught in surprise.

Blinking the embarrassment away, he stared bashfully in front of him.

“(Name)?” Isagi stuttered at the sudden contact.

“Sorry, sorry. Your hair was a mess.” You retracted your hand, waving it apologetically, “You looked annoyed. I thought it bothered you.”

Isagi blinked and his annoyance went with it. He felt a bit calmer than before.

Right, I shouldn't get too worked up. I won't be able to think straight.

“Why wouldn't I be,” Subconsciously, he pushed the edges of his front hair with a small laugh “we're getting so close in the game after all.”

“I know.” You tilted your head to the side, “But, your hair did bother you?”

“Ah, well—not really, (Name)” A bead of sweat trickled down comically at the side of Isagi's head. He didn't know what to make of your concern. I mean, the other guys had longer bangs than him (side-eyeing Niko and Nagi). Even so, the thought was appreciated.

You mused a slight smile, “But still, yeah?” Pointing it out, something came closer into Isagi's view.

He didn't notice it before, you were holding something in front of him. Your fingers pinching something in between. Automatically, he held out his hand close to yours but stopped abruptly.

A shine hit the object at the right angle against the room’s rays of overhead lights.

It was a basic crossed plastic hairpin.

Isagi blinked owlishly. You blinked back with conviction.

“Pffttt.”

Your shoulders dropped, “What?” Now you were staring in confusion.

“(Name),” Isagi released a hearty chuckle “we can't wear that in the field.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks felt ridiculously hot.

“Sorry—damnit, I forgot about that…” In a bashful manner, you retracted your hand immediately. An attempt made to shake away your ignorance previously, but only to be reminded again when a quick motion pulled your hand back.

Isagi had clasped his fingers at the other end of the clip.

“I- I didn't say, I didn't want it.” His fingers grazed yours, and that contact pricked a soft buzz flowing under his skin. He felt like he just got zapped, and yet, he didn't want to let go. It's rude to refuse right? Rude to miss an opportunity. For him. With you.

“Isagi…” Your mouth slightly apart as you let out a soft exhale, brows furrowing in reply, “I was only letting you borrow it.”

…

You broke the connection with a small tug, and hurriedly returned your clip inside your pocket when a call catched your attention. Giving a quick wave at Isagi, you jogged towards Anri.

Isagi would've slumped disappointingly at the awkward interaction he made if not for you, eyelids forming crescents and smiling apologetically at him.

Knowing the feeling was mutual, it comforted him in a way. Absent-mindedly, he smoothed back his bangs back to the front of his face while reflecting on how he could've handled the situation before.

As his strands of hair fall back in place, he realized he could have just said yes when you first offered. So much for being able to think fast.

A nudge halted him in his stupor.

“Cheer up bud!” Bachira gave out his common friendly grin, “You'll get them next time.”

“What—I wasn't aiming to!”

Flustered, Isagi patted his forehead more aggressively now, smoothing down any missed strands of hair. Unfortunately, it was all in vain. His bangs only bothered him now, and made him miss the hand once straying them away.

After a while, the game finally ended with a winning score for Blue Lock. The players went back in the dressing room towards their respective cubby. Some idly chatting, others recalling their plays, and soon the room slowly filled the silence previously left alone.

Isagi, though, the silence stood with him, only hearing the faint feeling of his quickening beating heart. Standing motionless, his face turned warm. Jacket in front, pocket empty, and a recognizable hair clip in his hand. Additionally, a note was left too: Congrats. You wanted it, you got it.

He slapped the paper to his face. Exhaling a breath he didn't know he was holding back. Instead of being grateful for you listening to him before, he selfishly thought:

For some reason, I think I rather prefer your hand on my hair instead.

> Bachira Meguru

A warm laughter resonated in the room as you struggled in your position. “That tickles, (Name)!”

“Touching your hair tickles you?” You dropped a sweat while attempting to clip Bachira’s bangs after witnessing it previously tied like a ponytail. He looked a bit ridiculous wearing it like that so you offered your hair clips. But he made it a lot more difficult than it needed to be when he keeps squirming under you.

Holding a hand firmly above his forehead, keeping his brown locks in place, you looked at him. “Please sit properly, you'll fall over” you held the last clip and opened it with a click.

Bachira giggled under your hold, “I can't help it, sorry.” Yet he still listened and sat unmoving, cross legged on the chair. “How can I sit still having someone’s full attention like this?”

You stared back with words you couldn't utter. Hearing the boy’s remark had made you really pay your full attention to him now. Bachira’s soft golden eyes that shined brightly as his smile had made you freeze, stuck in place encapsulated. His gaze of potent sunshine glow was expressive and loving to see.

Being able to see his emotions so raw and sincere, such as the times he'd play soccer. It held competitiveness but also brought light inside it for the sport he plays. For you, a simple manager, he has the ability to show how soccer can look so fun.

Passion goes far beyond his limits that he keeps chasing. You've seen it, you've felt it, you've admired it. You wouldn't have noticed it by a fraction if you hadn't paid close attention beyond his strands of hair that felt like silk yet a little coarse to the touch.

How dare such things keep something so beautiful at bay.

Outside of the field, he was very much the same. Bachira's lively and friendly personality had drawn you closer just as much.

You wondered, did he see you with the same reverence as you do to him?

A pair of arms pulled you closer, “Wow, I really did have your full attention.” Bachira looked in awe.

Your lips shyly quivered into a smile and your palm slowly raised “How couldn't I?” cupping his cheek.

You didn't know how to finish what you said. Seemingly content, smoothing out the right side of his face from the bottom up to his forehead, thinking that's enough for explanation. That he was enough to give meaning of the cause.

As you snapped the last clip close through his fluffy hair, he looked back bright beady-eyed. “You should've told me sooner that…” A serious look plastered on his visage, a rare look to see but also loved, his face drew closer to your liking as he pulled you in “...it only takes some rusty old hair clips for you to look at me like that.”

At this, you tittered, “You don't have to do that.”

Bachira raised his brows in genuine question then you responded massaging through his flyaway hair, “It only takes you, Meguru.”

> Chigiri Hyoma

“I'll chop your fingers off if you damage my hair.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I'm only brushing it how you told me to.”

You sigh while reflecting on your previous choices. Some time ago, Chigiri had just gotten out of the shower and you made the brave decision to offer help with his hair. It was one of the many things you've found attractive about him, and your blind curiosity led you to a probable demise.

Luckily, he only gave you the easiest job, brushing his hair after he blow dried it and applied his excessive abundance of hair products. Seriously, your eyes were about to combust seeing four or more digits on those stickers. Though, you guess it was the key to achieve that smooth silky hair too fathomable to believe is so. You thought you could only see those in shampoo ads, but reality can sometimes achieve unreality.

“You can be so demanding sometimes. Are you actually a real princess?” Carefully and with thought, you smoothly slid the ends of the brush through his luscious long strands of cherry red.

Chigiri pinched your thigh resting on the mattress’ grey sheet “If I were, would I be here with a second-rate hair brusher in the entirety of Japan?” He scolded, stating how you incorrectly brushed his precious hair.

You're as close as two fingers pinched centimeters apart to pinch him back. Thankfully, a manager of any sports team has long before mastered the art of self-restraint—a significant skill required for anyone working in this kind of field. Or maybe you had just gone too soft for him. You swatted the idea to avoid bias.

You yelped, “Yikes, I'm glad you aren't” pressing soothing comfort on your momentarily abused skin. Brows furrowed you faux a pained face jokingly, “The things I do for you.”

The red head turned his body towards you, lips pursed in quickly then spoke “I'm sorry. I was kidding. There, there.” He caressed the part of your thigh he inflicted.

In the same position, you continued brushing his lengthy locks; face to face, touch to touch.

You would have thought Chigiri found this current placement uncomfortable, judging by the sigh he let out from his glossed lips, but he stayed in place. He didn't push away.

A squeeze on your thigh felt like a message to let go when it went away from your body. Whilst pushing a strand of hair covering his face, you caught sight of his hand that was almost covered completely from the oversized sweatshirt. It looked very smooth, it glowed underneath the light of the room. It was lotioned for sure based on the sweet fragrance passing by your face.

Why is everything about him so effortlessly pretty?

As if the gods knew what you wanted, a hand silk in touch you felt again on your upper leg. You shivered, but you didn't know if it was from his cold body fresh out of the shower or from the reason you had secretly hid from the start since you had met him.

A restricted reason, scandalous even, one too much for you to bravely admit. A hidden cause why you had asked to help with his hair in the first place.

Although, this circumstance would not have happened without the other.

“I never let anyone play with my hair, you know.” The boy squeezed your thigh again, but this time, he didn't let go. “So, you're lucky to be special.”

So, that's your reason.

Pausing your hand holding the brush, you looked back at eyes of cherry blossoms. At that, time stopped for a minute. Cherry blossoms are pink and also can be red, but not as red as the small hue of it growing on his porcelain skin.

You gently combed some locks of ginger hair teasingly to your lips, “Aw…you're special to me too, princess.” Giving out your hearty chuckle, he slapped a push against your face. Whether he liked that or not, you couldn't determine from his pure red cheeks now. “You’re banned from ever being near my hair again.”

> Reo Mikage

Hair tie, hair tie. Fuck. Where is it?

Running his fingers frustratingly through his hair, Reo walked back and forth—retracing his steps—throughout the grassy field to find one damn hair tie.

In the middle of the practice match; his knot came undone, yet he persevered in the play.

Great, now he lost it. He didn't really mind though since he was able to score a phenomenal goal. But playing with his hair around the place is something he will soon find annoying.

Walking over where the benches are, he sat down brushing an exhausted hand on his violet hair. Reo felt the life sucked out of him.

Ego’s strict vigorous training is slowly beating him down yet he feels the flow of increasing strength in his form. He felt a bit stronger, and much more hopeful for his progress. This bubbles his urge not to waste time, he has to get stronger sooner if he wants to catch up with the rest. To catch up to him. Faster, tougher, smarter, bett—

“Hello? Earth to Reo?” The called person felt a single poke on his cheek. His eyes widened for a second in surprise, “Yes, manager?” He looked up to the source of the other voice.

Behind him, you looked down with a worried look, “Are you alright? You're breathing heavily. Should I get something for you?” Jumping over the bench with one leg first and the next, Reo saw you holding something. A bottle of water and dry towel held out in front of him.

He smiled thankful, “Thanks, (Name). You already got what I needed.”

“Oh, also—” You brought out something from your jacket pocket, “I think you need this too.”

Reo’s dark lavender eyes stuck on your palm, a black skinny hair tie placed above it. You’re either really good at your job and you know it, or you just so happen to see how much of an idiot he seemed like pacing around the pitch staring intensely at the ground that had nothing but plain ol’ grass.

However, he's aware, or everyone for that matter, that you have a disciplined and responsible attitude to prepare each players’ needs.

Although, as impressive of a skill that is, it comes off a bit concerning to him; how you'd know what they needed at the current moment before they can blink an eye to think. If you were a player, intuition or attentiveness would probably be your weapon.

You'd make a great secretary too. Perhaps, he could recommend you to his dad. His company can and will pay you more generously than this four walled box.

“How long have you been practicing?” Yells in the background continued to sound and balls thumping in motion. It was the only sense that made you aware that practice was still ongoing.

Reo queried to his self, his eyebrow up, “Don’t know. I lost count. Around 2 hours and a half? Maybe.”

Your neutral expression formed into something more like a slight jolt of concern, “You've been out there for a while. You should probably rest now. Okay?”

You said probably, but Reo knew you meant insistence “I know when I need to stop.” He wiped his sweaty face with the towel you've given.

Not even close to him taking the hair tie out of your palm, you immediately shut it close. He jumped a bit taken aback.

Sighing, you carefully jumped over the bench behind him once more, using his shoulder as leverage “Then, seems like I know better.”

He planned to retort but you spoke first, “Hit the hay and rest, Reo. Here, I'll even tie your hair up and you can go. Okay?”

Reo was confused on what point would there be to tie his hair when you were commanding him to go to bed anyway. He didn't get your logic, but to appease you and his rising weariness, he obliged, “Fine.”

Less work for him on the bright side. He slid the towel over his neck, getting rid of any wet spots left by the trail of his warm sweat. Maybe, he really did need a break.

You combed your fingers crossing vibrant tresses while taking time to admire its regal undertone “Overworking doesn't lead to good results.” As a single strand fell from your forefinger, you concluded his hair is definitely taken care of with well-off treatment.

Your digits slid gently through his scalp, light and relaxed. The whole process felt akin to a massage comfortably loosening up his stressed figure.

It had been a while since he felt such tenderness in his chest. A rare fondness he will not waste to relish on.

Reo was used, if not, inured to people serving him at his personal bidding. It is a custom for a boy of his stature. Never was a moment in his life he didn't receive on a golden platter.

But is that gold as pure as it claims to be? Was he ever given gifts that he truly liked? Did everyone provide to him out of genuine care or was it all a mandated act to satisfy his image? When he gives considerable effort for a person, did he ever receive the same gesture?

Reo inclined to believe the answers to be less pleasing, but you did not help. “I…I know that too.” The trace of your touch on his skin made it hard to think of the negatives as if reminding a sliver of hope in the depths of himself wanting to be concerned for.

A tug on his head pulled. His appearance turned cooler as the artificial wind surrounding the pitch blew quietly, “There ya go.”

Instinctively, Reo felt your work. The tie was just right, “Thank you.” He aired a low sigh, feeling somewhat bad he would need to undo it before going to sleep.

You moved your head to look at him with hands on your back, “Would you look at that? You look even more handsome when you smile.” A proud grin laid under your pleased countenance.

Reo stood up with a brisk scoff, “I’m always handsome.” Fortunately, your taunt didn't falter his small smile. It would be a shame for it to go.

Prolonging your first word, you moderately kept pace with Reo out of the practice field, “Especially, when around me.”

He rolled his eyes at your notion and laughed sarcastically “Haha, whatever you say. I'm off now." The player replied along with a swift wave as he turned at the intersection of the hallway; you remembered to be the direction of his assigned room.

“Night, Reo.” Your own hand waved to follow, “I’m assigned responsibility for the people here, but I do care. So rest well. Okay?

The exchange was already typical. As if you could read his mind, he answered “I know. Goodnight, manager."

[aventurineswife]

can you write how any of the om brothers would react with a bimbo(in a gn way) mc. like they are stunning and so so sweet.. but just so fucking stupid it's honestly astounding .

Obey Me! Brothers with a Thembo!MC

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Thembo!MC/Reader, Fluff, Soft Romance, Comedy, Protective Characters, Domestic Moments, Gentle Teasing, Affectionate Dynamics, Wholesome Vibes, Slice of Life.

[Obey Me! Side Characters ver]

Lucifer

At first, Lucifer is utterly baffled. How can someone so stunning be so naive? He’ll try his best to guide you, carefully explaining things, but after a few blank stares, his frustration will start to show. He’s constantly torn between wanting to help and wondering if you’re messing with him. Eventually, though, he finds your innocence endearing and even refreshing. He’ll start sticking around more, ready to gently steer you away from trouble—often with an exasperated sigh, but always with a soft, knowing smile reserved just for you.

“MC, I asked you to write your name at the top of the form. Not sign it. And why ‘Beautiful Genius’? ... Never mind, just—please, no more surprises, alright?”

Mammon

Mammon is immediately charmed and overwhelmed. He’s head over heels for your sweetness and good nature, but it never ceases to amaze him just how oblivious you are. He’s fiercely protective of you, always standing up for you when others might tease. While he loves bragging about your beauty and kind heart, he conveniently leaves out the moments when he’s had to explain the simplest concepts. Your innocence and cheerful demeanor are his favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“You really gotta stop givin' stuff away for free, MC! And what’s with buying a lamp for 100,000 Grimm? 'Cause it’s shiny? Come on, you're better than that!"

Leviathan

Levi is completely flustered by your innocence. He’s used to complex strategies and serious gaming, so interacting with you is like trying to explain the basics of a game to a toddler. Despite that, he finds your undivided attention both adorable and overwhelming. Every time you cheer him on—even when he’s just rambling about something nerdy—he melts a little. Your constant sweetness makes him feel warm inside, even if you don't understand half the things he says.

“W-Wait, you’re cheering me on? We’re just in practice mode, MC… No, no need to bring snacks—oh, but you did anyway? Thanks, I guess?”

Satan

At first, Satan tries to keep his composure, despite how shocked he is by your cluelessness. He’ll be patient, explaining things in detail, even as you misunderstand or misinterpret. Instead of getting frustrated, though, he finds your quirks fascinating and kind of endearing. If anyone dares to mock you, (Satan’s wrath is swift and brutal). Over time, he comes to cherish your unique interpretations of things and even looks forward to them.

“MC, Shakespeare isn’t a vegetable… Wait, you want to make a ‘Hamlet salad’? No, that’s not what—oh, you know what? Fine, let’s just read it together.”

Asmodeus

Asmo is completely smitten with you. He’s in awe of your beauty and your adorably naive misunderstandings. Every time you misinterpret something, he finds it endlessly amusing. He’s always showering you with compliments and making sure you feel appreciated. He’s also more than happy to explain anything you don’t understand, often in the most dramatic and theatrical ways. Asmo is incredibly proud of you and loves showing you off—though maybe not when you mistake sunscreen for tea.

“Darling, you’re absolutely stunning, but sunscreen goes on your face, not in your tea. What kind of skincare routine is that?!”

Beelzebub

Beel is the epitome of patience. He loves how sweet and genuine you are, and he’s more than happy to help you out when things go over your head. If you ever get confused or make a mistake, Beel gently explains things without ever getting frustrated. He loves spending time with you, and even when you accidentally order fifty cakes, he’s just happy to be there with you. Honestly, he thinks there’s no such thing as too much cake, especially when it's more for the two of you to share.

“MC, when they asked if you wanted one dozen or two, they meant for you to eat, not order. But hey, no big deal… More for us, right?”

Belphegor

Belphie finds your innocence a little amusing at first. He’s smug about it, especially when you come to him with questions that seem too simple for him to answer. But underneath the teasing, he secretly finds your sweet, untainted view of the world a nice contrast to the chaos around him. He’ll never let anyone else make fun of you, and over time, he actually starts finding your quirks comforting. He’ll tease you about your little missteps, but he can’t help but keep some of your adorable misunderstandings as little mementos.

“MC, you’re seriously searching ‘sheep facts’ for me? Yeah, good luck with that… Wait, you actually did? Hah, fine, I’ll keep this list... it’s cute, okay?”

SOMEONE PLZ REQUEST FOR THE UNDATEABLES!! PLZZ IM BEGGING!! I WANNA WRITE FOR MY PRETTY GOTHIC REAPER WIFE, WANNA WRITE FOR ANGEL HUSBAND WHO LOVES SOLOMON'S COOKING AND THE THAT BARNEY LOOKING AHHH DUDE!!! (JK I LOVE MEPHISTO TOO!!! 🤭💜) 🛐🫣

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

can we get the skeles playing tug of war? i think it would be funny who would do it like its their last thing they will do or just stand there simply holding on

Undertale Sans - Everyone is making fun of him because it seems Sans is pretty much just holding the rope. What no one sees is Sans' hand moving as he's tying his opponents' shoelaces together, one after the other, with his blue magic. When the game starts, all of them fall forward. Welp, he won.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is a master at puzzles, so he knows strength is not the answer to this, but only how you position yourself. He's briefing his all team and wins in a few seconds because he knows exactly how to do it. He's very proud of himself.

Underswap Sans - He's a little ball of energy and rage, and he's pulling with all he has, screaming at the top of his lungs. It's a close match, but eventually Blue' unlimited energy surprises his opponents who are exhausted after a few minutes. Blue is celebrating as they're all panting on the floor.

Underswap Papyrus - He was supposed to be with Blue, but Blue said it was his moment and that he would watch him. The opponents pull, Honey faceplants into the ground lol. He did what he could, man...

Underfell Sans - So, Red thought insulting his opponents before the game started would break their focus, so he could win easily. It actually motivated them more, and they destroyed the heck out of him in seconds lol. Red is a sore loser and blips to not hear them talk shit in his back. He's sulking.

Underfell Papyrus - He could have won if he hadn't teamed up with Undyne. Both on them couldn't agree on what strategy to adopt, so they basically screamed at each other and didn't notice the game started. They lost in seconds... Then Edge jumped at her throat, pissed off.

Horrortale Sans - His reaction time is way too slow, and by the time he realizes the game has started, it's already over lol. He's just staring at his empty hands in confusion. Where did the rope go?

Horrortale Papyrus - He sadly can't participate because of his back, but he's cheering his teammates the best he can, by screaming at them to check their position. He's stressing Grillby so much that his flames start to burn for real and then the rope starts to burn. Oops.

Swapfell Sans - He's fighting against Alphys. That's five hours now. None of them wants to let go. There's no public anymore, everyone left hours ago. Nox is growling like an enraged animal, throwing bones at her so she loses her focus, but she's doing the same thing with spears. Rus set up a camera and is taking bets online lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He does it entirely naked. It confuses his opponents enough for him to win this. Well, he's also banned from ever competing again, but that happened. He doesn't regret anything lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh, that's easy. He makes all of his opponents' souls suddenly very heavy and watches as they all faceplant into the ground, unable to stand up again. He then picks up the rope and pulls it very slowly towards him, not putting any effort into it. Now, what did he win? He hopes that's money. He loves money.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee pulls with his arms but he completely forget he has legs too, and eventually he slips and hits his head hard on the floor. He's not seeing very straight for a few hours after that, but that's ok. At least he got some chocolate as a comforting prize and it's way better than a stupid medal.

[merakiui]

the parasites won,,, so anyway here are my very silly and scrambled college au thoughts for alfred and matthew.

the idea here is that it's their first year of uni and they're both loser virgins. something something alfred who is all talk: "dude, i am so gonna get laid!!! body count through. the. ROOF!!!" guy who joins a frat probably,,, halfway through uni he swaps his glasses for contacts because he thinks it'll make him look hotter if he ditches the glasses. he works out and plays sports,, maybe for the love of the game but also because he has keep healthy between the fast food he's eating. but also it is cute to imagine a chubby alfred.........

matthew who is your typical wallflower. alfred drags him to parties and then immediately forgets about him, so he's just left to stand and,,, exist. ^^;;; in my mind he's an environmental sciences major. it just feels right to me for some reason. he's a really sweet, shy guy who is often overshadowed by his brother, so it catches him by surprise when you meet and you call him by his name. he almost thinks you're looking for alfred and when he asks that you give him a weird look. "uh, no? i'm looking for matthew. you are matthew, yeah?" WAAAAA be still, his heart!!!!!! orz orz

very silly but alfred and matthew rivalry for you maybe!!!! and the only reason you're sleeping with alfred is so you can hopefully get closer to the professor (england or france) since he knows them beyond the classroom and can probably do you a solid. you have big goals (to sleep with your professor). your first conversation with matthew probably went like:

"so what do you like most about professor kirkland/bonnefoy?"

"he's hot and i need him to plaster me to the wall. next question."

and he's just like, "oh... um, okay......." T_T

matthew who falls for you because you're one of the few people who actually sees him and doesn't mistake him for his loud-mouthed brother. spending time studying (discussing your strategy to seduce your professor and he listens LOL) at coffee shops, taking nature walks together, exploring the next city over if you're bored of your usual spots on campus, etc etc. you probably get high together. everyone thinks alfred is the cool brother who drinks and smokes and fools around (and he does when he's feeling up for it), but matthew has his secret sides, too!!! something something you get high and handsy and give him head and he understands immediately why alfred chases after this. you're like matthew's perfect wet dream come to life hehe.

with alfred, you're just fuck buddies. you party and drink together. play video games. make late-night fast food runs together. it's fun, but there's nothing else beyond that. but with matthew you're actually getting to know each other, spending time together as friends (and he hopes one day something more), and he's never dated anyone seriously before, so he thinks maybe he has a chance. for once, you like him for him and you're not just being nice because he's "alfred's brother." aaaa he's so happy. >w<

matthew with his big mushy-gushy crush on you,,, it does not help when alfred has you over and he can hear the two of you going at it late into the night. seeing you in the morning and you're wearing one of alfred's shirts and nothing else....... AAAAAAA he's running back to his room and covering his eyes. >_< too erotic,,, if you flirt with him, you might actually kill him. he's really so sweet. alfred will laugh and call him a nerd (as if he himself isn't a nerd, too), but really who's winning here? >:)

basically the plot here is that it's a very obscure square??? it's just sex and goofy fun and the occasional moment where you actually attend class in between it all. extrovert jock fratboy alfred x darling (purely fuck buddies...or is it??) but darling is salivating over professors kirkland/bonnefoy (the old man chaser ever). sweetheart introvert (with barely any presence) matthew x darling (genuine one-sided? romance is blossoming).

[cherryredstars]

Hello hello!

Can you write about reader biting Miguel's ass...

It can be silly/ fluffy/ smuty, your pick.

Just please give us a nibble of his sweet cheeks 😋

Thanks

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello! I held off on this one for so long because I had no idea where to take this idea, but I hope you enjoy!

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He feels hunted most times than not.

It’s not the most ideal feeling to experience the second you walk through your own front door, but he’s grown used to it. He knows it’s just a fun little game- more for you than him- and he finds a hint of joy and acceleration from it. He considers it additional training when he’s off duty, a way to sharpen his senses without the usual built in setting most of the other spiders have.

It’s not all that difficult, not even bordering on a warm-up. He can easily avoid you, can sense the grabby hands you make towards him as you attempt to hit or pinch his ass before you’re even a foot away. Always targeting him when his back is turned or in his “least suspecting” moments (he’s learned very quickly that all moments are to be moments of suspension). But he knows it isn’t as fun for you when he avoids your advances all the time, so he makes it a point to let you have a victory every now and then. The occasional ass grab when you go to “innocently” hug him. The “surprising” pinch when he walks past you a bit too slow while you’re on the couch.

What he doesn’t suspect, however, is that you would use anything besides your hands.

He hasn’t had any reason for suspension, considering all your strategies are the same basic and recycled moves. He’s just always assumed that he’d have to have his mind subconsciously trained on your hand movements, charting them in his peripheral. He believes that to be true when you walk into your bedroom after your shower.

It’s late, the moon already well into the sky. Miguel is laying stomach down on the bed, already comfortable for the night. The sheets rest at his feet, the summer night too hot for him to use it without quickly growing sweaty or uncomfortable. Despite his eyes being closed, he’s awake and waiting for you to join him in bed.

He can hear you walking around, moving between dressers and drawers as you find appropriate attire for the hot night. The sounds of domesticity are comforting to him, a small smile growing on his face. The smile grows slightly when he feels you hesitate at the side of the bed, giving him a dead giveaway about the debate going through your head. He decides this will be one of the times he’ll let you win, his mood already light and content.

But he instantly regrets it when the sharpness that shoots from his cheek is too powerful to be from your nails alone. He springs up, angling his back away from you. He can tell from the cheeky smile on your face that you’re proud of yourself and he scowls.

“Did you just bite me?” He accuses, eyes squinting in false annoyance.

You giggle in response, shrugging your shoulders and continuing your night routine as if you didn’t harass him. “I don’t know what you’re talk about.”

Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you for the rest of the time it takes you to settle down, eyes narrowed with caution.

You better watch out, because he’s definitely going to get you back for that.

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Interrupted

Day 20 of Christmas

Prompt: joint Christmas

25 Days Of Christmas

This was a mistake. All of this was a mistake. You see, back in November, Y/n and Trent made the decision to bring their families together for Christmas, so they didn't have to slend it apart again. They were determined to make this day special, despite the usual chaos that family gatherings entailed. On Christmas Eve, they spent the entire day shopping for food, ensuring they had enough to go around. They were tight for time, and Trent being stopped for photos every few minutes was nlt helping. He was a whirlwind of activity, dashing from shop to shop, while Y/n tried to keep up, chuckling at his determination. "We need to make this perfect." He insisted, grinning as he stacked boxes of decorations. "My mum will have a fit if she thinks we haven’t cleaned the house properly."

"Don’t worry, we’ll get it done." Y/n reassured him, grabbing some bread and chucking it into the trolley. "I don't know how you can be so calm. Your parents are coming over too, you know." Y/n nodded. "Believe me, I know. They've been keeping me updated on their whereabouts."

When they returned home, the couple dove into cleaning the house, ensuring everything was perfect. "Why dpes it feel like we’re hosting a royal banquet?" Y/n laughed as she hoovered the carpets. Trent smirked, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. "Because we basically are! I mean, who else can say they’re hosting two families at once?"

Just as they were finishing up, the doorbell rang, much earlier than expected. They exchanged wide-eyed glances, and Y/n hurried to open the door. "Great! Just what we needed." Trent muttered, giving her a playful nudge as they rushed to the door. He opened it to reveal his mum, beaming brightly, followed closely by Y/n's parents. "Surprise!" Trent’s mum exclaimed, stepping inside with a basket of baked goods. "I brought some celebrtions, and quality streets and-"

"Thanks, Mum!" Trent replied, his face warming with embarrassment as he took in the state of their home. Y/n looked behind them to see her parents carrying a suitcase. Oh boy, this was a bad idea. As the families poured in, the house quickly filled with chaos. It was much louder than they liked, usually not shouting or speaking over one another, but what did they expect when they invited both families?

"Oh, I can help with the cleaning." Trent's mother offered, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Y/n chuckled, watching Trent’s face turn crimson. “Uh, no, really! We’ve got it covered—” But before she could finish her sentence, Y/N’s mum chimed in. "Oh, I’ll help too! You two have been working all day, no doubt." Y/n's mum said taking the hoover from her. "Perfect." Trent said, trying to hide his mortification as the two mothers started organizing the kitchen.

The house soon transformed into a hub of activity. The kitchen was crowded with women chopping vegetables and preparing dishes, while children dashed around excitedly, their laughter ringing through the air. In the games room, the men gathered around the pool table, discussing strategy as they prepared for a few friendly games. As Y/n stirred a pot on the stove, Trent's mum leaned in, a nostalgic smile on her face. "Did I ever tell you about the time Trent used to want to lick the spoon after we baked Christmas biscuits?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "No, you haven’t. Tell me more!" Y/n chuckled. "Every single time we baked, he’d try to sneak a lick! Such a cheeky boy." She laughed, shaking her head. Just then, the kitchen door swung open, and Trent stepped in, sporting a new scarlet jumper. With a mischievous grin, he grabbed the empty spoon from the bowl and scooped any excess icing left. "This is the best part." He declared, popping the spoon into his mouth. "Nothing goes to waste in this house." He said, smirking at Y/n and his mother. Y/n chuckled, shaking her head at him. "You never change, do you?"

Later that evening, after dinner had settled and the laughter of family echoed throughout the house, Y/n finally had a moment to breathe. She excused herself and headed to their en-suite bathroom for a long-awaited shower. As the warm water cascaded over her, she felt the tension of the day melt away. Just as she was settling into relaxation, Trent stepped in, a playful glint in his eyes. "Mind if I join?"

"Not at all." She replied, smiling as she turned to face him. "I’ll wash your hair for you. Just relax." He said, gently taking the shampoo from her hand. As he massaged her scalp, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. "Thank you." She whispered, leaning back against him. It felt so nice to finally be alone after the whirlwind of the day. "Anything for you." He murmured back, and their lips met softly, the kiss quickly growing deeper and more passionate. The moment grew more intimate, steam filling the bathroom as their kisses deepened, hearts racing. Trent's hands roamed her body as he nipped and kissed the skin of her neck, quirt moans leaving Y/n's mouth.

Just as they were lost in each other, a knock echoed through the door, breaking the spell. "Trent, where do you keep your towels? I need to shower!" His mum called out, making Trent pull her closer in case she decided to come in. Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing, while Trent groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Of all the times. He muttered, shaking his head. "I forgot we’re not quite alone yet." Y/n giggled, trying to stifle her laughter. Trent opened the door slightly. "They’re in the cupboard next to the sink! Just, uh… give me a minute and I'll get you one!"

As his mum left, Y/n leaned against him, both of them chuckling at the sudden intrusion. "Well, that was unexpected." She said, looking up at him with playful eyes. Trent smirked, pulling her in for another quick kiss. "This is why we can’t have nice things!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I swear, that was the least romantic interruption ever."

"Welcome to family Christmas." Trent groaned, as he pulled away reluctantly to go help his mum. "I guess we’re done for now?" She teased, trying to contain her giggles. "For now." He sighed, clearly reluctant to part from their moment. "Well, there's always next time." Y/n chuckled as she turned the water off. "Yeah, next time I’ll lock the door." He smirked as he hopped out and flinging a towel around him to go help his mother.

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The Mentor Pt. 7

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: Your Hunger Games strategy goes off the rails when a friend comes to you with a plan

Part 6 | Part 8

“Look kid, this isn’t like last time, you’re not on a level playing field here.” 

Katniss crossed her arms as she leaned back into the couch of District Twelve’s Capitol penthouse. 

“These are Capitol darlings, lethal weapons, murderers one and all, gathered neatly together for an All Stars round. Of these stars, you are space dust. Recency may be on your side, but little else. They are older, stronger,” 

Peeta effectively interrupted, “Who are they?” 

“What?” Haymitch blinked. 

“Take us through them. Surely you can offer some insight, after knowing them all these years,” he shrugged. 

“I’ll ignore the fact you just called me old,” the older man walked off to grab the tablet that controlled the TV. District by district, he took his tributes through their competition. 

When he got to District Four, Katniss beat him to it, “Finnick O’Dair, right?” 

“Yes,” Haymitch confirmed, “he won his games at fourteen. Youngest ever. Extremely humble.” The image of the tall, bronzed man sauntering across their screen seemed to disagree. 

“You’re kidding,” she deadpanned. 

“Yes! I’m kidding,” Haymitch snapped. “He’s a,” he dramatically moved his hair, “peacock. A total preener. But he’s the Capitol Darling, they love him here. Charming, smart, and very skilled at combat. Especially in water.” 

“What about weaknesses?” Peeta leaned forward. 

“One,” Haymitch confirmed, “Mags. She was his mentor and basically raised him. If he’s trying to protect her in any way it exposes him.” 

“A guy like that has to know she’s not gonna make it. I bet when it really comes down to it he won’t protect her,” Katniss shrugged. 

“Well, Katniss,” Haymitch said, “I just hope when she goes she goes quickly. She’s actually a wonderful lady.” 

Katniss blinked guiltily at his statement, and Peeta leaned back into the couch. 

“But if he does ally with her it’ll make him less of a threat,” Peeta offered. 

Haymitch let out a sour little laugh, “Oh, we’ll get to his allies.” 

Peeta winced when Haymitch later marked the intimidating young woman from District Seven as one, and was surprised at the lack of others. 

By the time he got to Ten, Katniss was antsy, “Can we wrap this up?” 

“Sure if you want to ignore a huge fucking threat,” Haymitch shrugged. 

“It looks like a strong gust of wind would blow him over,” Katniss complained. 

“Not him,” her mentor snapped, clicking forward, “Darla Kennedy.” 

Their attention went back to the screen when another young woman appeared, stepping forward and giving an assured nod to the cameras. 

“Darla is young, well connected, and deadly with a whip,” Haymitch began. 

“Who’s that behind her?” Peeta interrupted, noticing the woman peace keepers were escorting off stage.  

“Well, since you mentioned it,” he rewinded the feed to when the young women were standing next to each other. “That,” he pointed to the one they weren’t familiar with, “is Darla’s mentor. One of the most popular tributes to ever come out of the games, and maybe the best mentor I’ve ever met.” 

“How do you mean?” Peeta pressed.

“She saved Darla’s life about four times during her games with just wit and a warm smile,” he shrugged, “if she wanted a sponsor there’d be twenty knocking down her door. Kid’s a magnet, and a brilliant strategist. Not to mention, a great drinking buddy,” Haymitch finished. 

“Not helpful,” Katniss griped, and the man rolled his eyes. 

“Point is, if you don’t think she’s calling on every favor she’s owed and pulling every string in her arsenal to save that girl, you’re dead wrong. Darla’s practically all she has left,” Haymitch elaborated, “but both Ten ladies are good friends with Finnick.” 

“Finnick?” Peeta asked, surprised. 

“Not that he’d need the help with sponsors,” Haymitch shrugged, “but no doubt it’ll be a scary alliance. One you might consider joining.” 

“No way,” Katniss scoffed. 

“Like I said, I’m friends with their mentor, I could hook you up,” he doubled down. 

“Not interested,” she grunted. 

“Look,” Haymitch sat on the coffee table across from them, “you’re starting at a disadvantage. Most of these people have been friends for years.” 

“That just puts us higher on their kill list,” Katniss snapped, crossing her arms. 

“Do it your own way,” Haymitch shrugged, “but I know these people. You go it alone, their first move is gonna be to hunt you down. Both of you.” He left the room before his words even sank in. 

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Your fingers twitched while you waited for Darla to wake up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for being an early bird, but after your games you couldn’t help but get up with the sun. Some lasting self-preservation instinct had always been your theory. You had a plan for her, not that she’d like it. 

Shuffling from the hall caught your attention, and you perked up to see her walking toward the breakfast table half-awake. 

“Morning,” you said, quickly. She just grunted as she poured herself some coffee. “I want to run something by you.” 

She took a sip of coffee, placing pastries from the breakfast spread onto her plate. When she realized you weren’t still talking she looked up, and gestured for you to go on. 

“I want you and Finnick working together,” you started. 

Darla interrupted, mouth full of croissant, “Obviously, that was just a given.” 

You clenched your jaw a bit, but barreled on, “and I want the two of you working with Johanna and-“ 

“No!” She cut you off, nostrils flared. “That’s a recipe for disaster, and you know it.” 

“It’s the best plan I’ve got,” you fired back, “the Capitol knows the two of you were together. They’ll eat your dynamic right up, and keep you alive long enough for you to keep making good television.”

She looked indignant, but you doubled down, “Johanna is a strong fighter, and with Finnick distracted protecting Mags you’ll need to beef up your alliance. If Blight comes with her, the five of you can square off evenly against the careers.” 

“We’re sure Finnick won’t want to join the pack?” Darla raised a brow, and you blinked at her in surprise. 

“You really think he’d do that?” You asked, voice light. Would he? You were so certain of his character you hadn’t even considered the possibility. But the games always changed things- changed people. When she made a face at you, you shook it off, “You know he loves Mags, he wouldn’t just leave her. And the careers are too pragmatic to take on someone they see as dead weight.” 

“Good thing I’m not pragmatic, then,” Darla said wryly, taking a bite of a fruit tart. 

Pragmatic, no. Entertaining, yes. Watching Finnick care for Mags would melt hearts across the nation, and they wouldn’t be able to turn the cameras away from two bickering exes. Putting on a show was the first step to a one way ticket out of the arena. You just didn’t want to think about which one of your friends would be the one to take it.

Your strategy started as soon as the train pulled into the station. Walking onto the platform with an arm over Darla’s shoulder, and big smiles on both of your faces. If there was ever a time to appeal to the audience it was now. Normally you’d shy away from questions, but with a few cameras you were eager to assert your tribute early. 

“We’re always happy to visit the Capitol! You all make us feel so welcome here!” Darla assured a reporter. So she had taken your strategy briefing to heart.

“While we wish we could be seeing you under better circumstances,” you jumped in, “we’re certainly going to make the most of our time here. You might just get sick of seeing us!” You laughed with the reporter, touching her wrist lightly. 

From there you were off to the races, starting a campaign of phone calls in the car. Scheduling an appearance on daytime TV to talk up Darla, conversing with the connections you’d made over the years, and making appointments for drinks or coffee occupied your afternoon. 

Darla took the time to settle in to the space, flicking through magazines on the couch as you talked your throat dry. After hanging up on another Capitolite, you scratched some more notes on the meticulous schedule you’d started. 

“Time for a break?” Darla asked from the other room after a minute of silence.  

“Time for a drink,” you complained, but caught a glimpse of the time. “Shit!” 

“What?” She asked as you ran to the room you’d stayed in during your annual visits. 

“I’m meeting Mrs. Montgomery for dinner!” You shouted back. 

“Who?” 

Within ten minutes you stumbled back out in a short, but stylish cocktail dress. 

“How do I look?” You asked, shoving your feet into a small pair of heels as you smeared lipgloss on your mouth. 

“Stellar,” Darla assured you, not bothering to look up from her magazine. 

You were busy clipping your hair up, assessing your appearance in the microwave’s reflection. “Really?” You fretted, finally turning toward her. 

“Absolutely!” She said enthusiastically, still not looking up. 

Your shoulders dropped, “Fuck off!” Grabbing your purse, you headed for the door. 

“Love you too! Thanks for all you do for-“ 

The slamming door cut her off, and she snickered. 

Mrs. Montgomery was over the moon that’d you’d asked her out to dinner, and recommended her favorite spot in the city. Luckily it was only a few blocks away, and with some extra incentive your driver floored it. You walked into her embrace right on time, and successfully reminded her of how much she adored you for an hour.  

Long ago you had learned just how much Capitolites liked to talk about themselves, and you used it to your advantage more often than not. Questions like, “How are your students? I so regret I haven’t been able to visit recently!” Were unbelievably well received, and further endeared you to the very wealthy woman who sat across the table. 

Finally, she came to address the elephant in the room, “I’m sure it’s hard for you to be here under these circumstances.” 

You nodded, “It is. This is my home away from home, but I can’t help but worry for Darla.” She nodded sympathetically, you had her hooked, but it was time to reel her in, “She’s so so capable, and I know she’ll go far, but I need her to come home.” 

Mrs. Montgomery reached across the table for your hand, “We’ll be happy to sponsor Darla.” She spoke on behalf of herself and her ultra-rich husband, who you’d have the displeasure of meeting as a client. 

“It would mean so much to me to have yours and Mr. Montgomery’s support. Please tell him I asked after him, by the way,” you squeezed her hand gently. You might come to regret it later, but what was the point of being forced to have a roster if you couldn’t put them to good use. The man was richer than God, and had requested your company on multiple occasions. An appeal to his wife and to him, though indirectly, would go far. You could face any consequences later. 

You paid for dinner yourself, though Mrs. Montgomery did protest, earning even more points towards your cause. A warm goodbye hug marked your departure, and soon enough you were B-Lining to the hotel bar in the lobby of the training center. 

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“If it isn’t my favorite District Twelve victor,” an airy voice pulled Haymitch’s attention from the glass of bourbon he’d been swirling. Pleasantly surprised to see you, he turned the futuristic stool next to him in your direction. 

“Well, have a seat, your highness,” he invited, and you settled in at the bar. “What are you drinking?” 

“Surprise me,” you set your purse on the counter. He slid you his untouched glass of bourbon. “Lazy,” you complained, before taking a sip. 

“You’re just the gal I’ve been wanting to see,” a small smile spread across his thin lips and raised alarm bells in your mind. 

“Why’s that?” You asked cautiously. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he stood from his chair, but you shook your head. 

“Let’s not,” you weren’t aiming to be associated with Twelve right now. If Capitolites saw the two of you on the street and got to talking, it could be bad for business. Katniss and Peeta made for a good show, but with your finger on the pulse of the Capitol, you could tell when Snow was displeased. That wasn’t an obstacle you currently needed in your way. 

Haymitch put his hands up in surrender, “Then I’ll mix you something better.” He winded around to the other side of the bar. Stopping in front of you, he snatched the glass of bourbon back and polished it off. Where the bartender had run off to, you couldn’t say. 

“What do you want?” 

“Your ear,” he crushed some mint at the bottom of a new glass. “I just don’t want you to waste your efforts.” 

Your brow furrowed, he was crazier than you thought if he was asking you to back off, “I spend my energy carefully, thank you.” 

“Then spend it on this,” he plopped a mojito in front of you, “your girl makes it out and so does mine.” 

You raised a brow, inspecting both him and your drink, “You know that can’t happen.”  

“If you pretend we’re flirting while I lean in to tell you the plan it can,” you blinked for a second before meeting him halfway. 

“A transport is coming from District Thirteen to pick up Katniss and anyone aiding her from the arena. They want her for the rebellion,” Haymitch breathed into your ear. Pretending you hadn’t just heard literal whispers of treason involving a long-dead district was difficult, but you managed to swallow your shock. 

“When?” If true, this would change everything. Your moves would need to incorporate Katniss and Peeta, your endgame would be totally different. But first you had to determine the chances of this going wrong. 

“I don’t know yet,” Haymitch whispered. 

“Give me something here,” you pleaded, “I can’t work with nothing. How could I trust a pretty promise?” 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he warned, and you angled your head enough so he could see your glare. “You know very well I’m too chicken to take anything less than a sure bet.” 

“You’re awful at gambling, and you’re a reckless old drunk,” you snarked quietly back, this wasn’t a risk you could take lightly. 

“I’m telling you this because I need your help, and Darla’s, and Finnick’s, and Johanna’s,” he went on, but you cut him off. 

“You’re assembling a team of political defectors?” 

Haymitch’s nostrils flared, but went on before you could protest further, “We need to keep Katniss alive until Plutarch can get her and her allies out of that arena.” 

“Plutarch?” That caught you off guard, and you reeled back. Your volume clearly bothered him, though the bar was empty. Haymitch clapped a hand over your mouth. 

“Yes,” he confirmed quietly, scanning the room, “though this is all meant to be secret!” 

You smacked his hand away, “Then what is my part in your lovely little treason plot?” 

“You need to recruit the others,” Haymitch nodded. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Well, as helpful as you’ll be pulling strings from behind the scenes, Katniss needs allies in the arena,” he said. 

“You really think they’d commit treason because I asked nicely?” You were skeptical. 

“Yes,” he nodded, and you gaped. 

Shaking it off, you kept pushing, “What makes you think they’ll work with her? What makes you think she’ll work with them?” 

“She doesn’t know about this,” he said sharply, “and she can’t. All they have to do is not kill her, and eliminate those tributes who might.” 

“The careers, then,” you tilted your chin up. 

“Bingo.” 

You took a sip of the now slightly watered mojito, “So what does she know?”

“What you did when you won,” he offered, “shoot to kill, play to win.” 

“Will she take any allies?” You asked, taking a deep breath, “You know that’d make things easier.” 

“I’m working on it,” he shook his head. 

“Yeah, that’s a no,” you huffed a laugh, astounded by the turn of events. Never in a million years would you have seen this coming. You knew Katniss had stirred something up, but had not foreseen a full fledged rebellion on the immediate horizon. 

“She needs time,” Haymitch insisted, “Peeta will help her see the logic behind strong allies.” 

“And how much does he know?” You set your glass down with a clink. Haymitch just shook his head. Sighing, you barreled on, “I don’t like this, you know?” 

“I know,” he nodded, eyes clear and serious. You weren’t sure you’d seen him quite like this before. “But you’ll do it. You don’t want to have to choose between Finnick and Darla.” 

Tightening your grasp around the glass, you ran your tongue across your teeth. Fuck if he didn’t have you pinned. If there was even a slight chance you could save them both, you’d take it. Just when Haymitch had realized how deep your affection for Finnick ran, you had no clue. Suddenly, you hoped you weren’t a chatty drunk. 

“Your lives will all be better for it,” Haymitch said, “we’ll all be free.” You met his gaze head on, and were surprised to find hope lying in them. 

“I’ll talk to D tonight,” you nodded once, “and I’ll get to Fin and Jo.” Haymitch’s shoulders sagged with something like relief. When you clocked Peeta walking in from the other side of the room, you knew it was time to wrap things up. You leaned in close, again. 

“But don’t think I’m doing all your dirty work, Old Man,” you said lowly, with a coy grin, “I’m sending them your way!” You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a lip stick print. Quickly grabbing your purse, you sprung off your stool. 

With some manufactured pep in your step, you walked towards the blond boy. “Don’t let him fix you a drink, Peeta,” you said, conversationally, “for a drunk, he’s piss poor at it!” The last part was directed at your old pal, who’d now placed the lot of you in a precarious spot. 

“I missed you too, Sugar!” He yelled back, wide grin on his face as you sauntered toward the elevator. 

Peeta looked at him, amused, but skeptical, “What’d she want?” 

“A piece of this!” Haymitch gestured dramatically toward himself, and picked up the glass you’d left behind. Polishing it off, he choked a little at the taste. You’d been right, of course, he was a little rusty at bartending. 

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You tugged at the shoulder of Darla’s tribute outfit. When you’d suggested leather to the stylist, this wasn’t what you’d meant. Skin tight, black patent leather reflected sunlight into your eyes. You let your hand come to your brow as you shook your head. 

“What?”

You raised a brow at the stylist, one of Darla’s.  

“What’s wrong with it?” 

“You don’t think it leans a little… kinky?” You shrugged, frustrated. 

“Well, you said leather,” the stylist defended themself. 

“And you took that as BDSM?” 

Darla threw her hands up in the air at your comment, tired of being examined, and wandered off. 

You sent the stylist away before they could argue any further. This parade was already a mess. Your plans to put Darla on horseback, to harken back to her first parade, were ruined by Darby’s apparent inability to ride a horse. There was no way you could put her on horseback if those poor creatures were pulling a cart as well. You pet one of the horses that would be pulling the Ten tributes, and the action calmed you a bit. Only, your peace was disturbed when you saw Finnick putting the moves on Katniss. 

Of the ways to piss off the standoffish girl you’d been charged with helping protect, he had to pick this one. It took about ten seconds for you to march over and fix it. 

“I’m sorry you had to cancel your wedding. I know how devastating that must be for you,” you overheard. His voice oozed with sarcasm and you rolled your eyes. 

“Is this strange man bothering you, Katniss?” You didn’t wait for a response before dragging him off by his ear. 

“Hey, now,” he complained, but kept at your side. “Peeta,” Finnick tried for a dignified nod as you passed him, but came up short. 

“Finnick,” he nodded back, gaze turning to you. 

“Bye, Peeta!” You waved with your free hand. 

“See ‘ya, Sugar,” he waved back, kindly. 

Finnick planted his feet, freeing himself in an instant, “Sugar?!” He stood to his full height and shot the Twelve tribute a sour look. You rolled your eyes and started dragging him by the wrist instead. While you were going to correct Peeta, you no longer saw a point. 

“Sugar?” Katniss questioned too, a skeptical look on her face. 

“Is that not her name?” Peeta was confused. “That’s what Haymitch called- oh,” he seemed to have answered his own question, and Katniss let out a small laugh. 

“What was that?” You asked Finnick, when you’d finally pulled him to a secluded area. 

“What? I was just being nice,” he defended himself, about to pop a sugar cube in his mouth. You plucked it from his hand and tossed it over you shoulder. Finnick blinked. 

“So I was trying to sus her out,” he shrugged, “big deal. If the Capitol finds out their romance is a lie, their support goes up in flames… like her little dresses.” 

You rolled your eyes. If you were still playing to win, you would’ve liked his angle, but as it was, you had to steer the ship back on course. “Play nice with her, would you? I’m working on something.” 

“You’re working on something that includes the girl on fire?” 

You grabbed his wrist, “Keep it quiet and come find me later. Find Haymitch too!” Sensing the parade was about to start, you turned to go. 

“Some greeting,” he complained, moodily. You stopped in your tracks, and turned again to face him. 

“Did I forget to say hi to you and your abs and your skirt?” You asked facetiously.

“You did” he nodded, “we were offended.” Rolling your eyes amusedly, you stepped up close to him. 

“Hello Finnick,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Hi Finnick’s abs,” your gaze moved down as you went, “hi Finnick’s skirt.” You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips as you looked back up at him. “Happy?” You asked. 

“Very,” he nodded, soundly. 

“Good,” you nodded back. 

 “I missed that smile.” He said lowly, leaning in a bit. You were really fighting against your grin, now.

“It missed you too,” you said, refusing to make eye contact. 

“Really?” His eyes sparkled as he looked down at you. 

“Don’t you have a populous to charm?” You tilted your head.

“I’ve got a you to charm, first,” he blinked, innocently. When he reached out to tug on a strand of your hair, you’d had enough. 

You lightly swatted his hands away and skittered back, “Go! … Do your parade prep,” you sputtered. 

Finnick tried to conceal his laughter at your reaction. He just loved to see you flustered. “If you insist,” he bowed his head and began to trot off. But he couldn’t resist throwing a melodic goodbye over his shoulder and taking one last glance to see you hurry off. 

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Finnick wouldn’t see you again until later, though he did try. He eventually found you at a party that night, a young Capitol socialite you were both familiar with was throwing a celebration in honor of the games. 

When he saw Darla tearing up the dance floor, he had no doubt that you were behind the appearance, and started scanning the rooms in the penthouse. Finally, he found you hidden away in a quiet spot, typing away on a tablet. 

Hard at work securing sponsors, no doubt. If he was lucky, he’d be reaping the rewards of Darla’s 101 sponsor gifts. Maybe you’d even deign to send him a little something. He called your name to pull you from your work. 

You looked up from your tablet, curiously. His hand tensed. When did you start wearing glasses? How did they make you look even more- 

“Finnick?” You arched a brow. 

“Yup?” He said, shoving both hands in his pockets. 

You blinked at him from your spot on a couch, “Spaced out there for a second?” 

“Yup,” he nodded. You rose to meet him when you noticed he wasn’t moving to sit beside you. He watched the slinky black dress graze your thighs as you walked. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yup,” he said, a little breathy. 

“Okay,” you said, skeptically, “So in terms of-“ 

“Sorry,” he interrupted, swallowing, “when did you start wearing glasses?” 

“What?” You asked, not quite following his train of thought. 

He inched closer and adjusted the frames on your nose as you blinked up at him, “When did this become a thing?” 

“I-“ you floundered. Was he blushing? 

“Okay, lovebirds,” Johanna breezed into the room. You jolted and Finnick snatched his hands away from your face in surprise. “Wrap it up, I want to hear this brilliant plan of yours.” 

She directed the last part towards you. You had found her earlier and told her essentially the same thing you’d said to Finnick. Johanna was surly, sure, but had a soft spot for you. She’d won the year after Darla, and you eventually took her under your wing as well. Not in time to warn her to take Snow’s threats seriously, but soon enough to comfort her before she could spiral too badly. 

You tried to shake off the confusing last few moments, “Alright, well, marketing it as my plan was maybe a little disingenuous.” They both seemed confused at your words. “But if it’s the plan I think it is it’s a plan I can get behind,” you rushed out

“Are we throwing a surprise party? What the hell are you talking about?” Johanna asked. 

“Look, I,” you did a quick glance around the room, and motioned for them to follow you. They both did, but it only further soured Johanna’s mood. When you found a private enough corner, you told them what Haymitch had told you. 

“So what? We have to protect pretty little princess for a free ticket out of here?” Johanna spat.

“Basically,” you nodded. Looking over at Finnick, you tried to gauge his reaction. He hadn’t said anything, and still seemed deep in thought.

You knew neither of your friends were fond of the Capitol. They had both lost more than they’d care to admit to these people, but you couldn’t begrudge them for trying to think this through. You’d spent a few hours doing the same before you brought it to Darla last night, and she had to sleep on it. 

“Look,” you tried again, “the reality is, she probably won’t ally with you. I still think the smartest thing to do would be to bring both your district partners and Darla into an alliance of five. If you can manage to knock out some threats to her, you can bide your time until the free plane ride.” 

They both seemed to relax a bit at that, but there was still some hesitance. “You really think throwing Darla and I together is a smart move?” Johanna asked smartly. 

“I don’t take this lightly,” you said with an air of scolding, “I’m trying to keep you safe. Right now, the only way I know how is asking you to watch each others backs in the arena while I watch yours from here. Can you trust me to do that?” 

“Yes,” Finnick chimed in seriously, speaking for the first time in minutes. 

Johanna was silent for only a few seconds longer, “Yes. But don’t expect me to be nice to her.” 

You weren’t quite sure if she was talking about Katniss or Darla, but either way it didn’t surprise you. You only shrugged at her before she walked away. 

“So,” you turned casually back to Finnick, “where were we?” You gave him a quick once over, and he seemed to tense up. 

“I think I might turn in,” he nodded quickly, brow furrowed. When you titled your head and shot him a confused glance he barreled on, laughing awkwardly, “Big day tomorrow, super tired, goodnight!” He took smell steps backward with every word before practically bolting. 

He breezed past Darla, face a little flushed. She smirked a little at his quick pace, and shook her head as she approached you. “What was that about?” She laughed. 

“Beats me,” you shook your head, confused and a more than a little disappointed at his departure. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a few months. Most of your phone calls had circled back to the quell, and you would’ve liked some time together. At least the escape plan had made you more optimistic about your chances of seeing him again. 

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“Answer me this,” Darla’s voice startled him the next day at training. “Why’d you leave the party in a rush?” 

“Sorry?” Finnick remembered it well, but in the light of day was better able to keep his cool. Damned glasses. 

Darla rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you tell me after I kick your ass?” She gestured toward the mats set up in an alcove and started walking that way. He followed her lead and took on a fighting stance. 

She started to throw out guesses as he dodged her jabs. “Indigestion?” He blocked a punch. “Had to vomit?” Blocked a kick. “Left the oven on?” Sidestepped a hit. Her barrage continued until he swept her legs out from under her. 

Darla landed on the mat without complaint, more concerned with him than with training. “Then what sent you running from my lovely mentor?” 

Finnick offered her a hand up, but she swept his legs out too. Lying in opposite directions on the floor, he made his first verbal defense. “What, you don’t get sick of those parties?” 

She propped herself up on her elbows and sent him a glare. It was intimidating too, but Darla had learned from the best. “Cut the crap, I know there’s a reason. No way she could fathom being rude to you, so that’s out.” Finnick rolled his eyes as sat up. “And she’s got no game so no way she made you blush.” 

“Come on,” he said, defensively, pushing to his feet, “don’t insult her.” 

Darla perked up at this, and accepted the hand he had once again offered, “Wait, it was really her that made you blush? What on Earth did she say?”

“Drop it, D,” he warned, stalking off. 

“I am so getting to the bottom of this!” She chirped, smiling at his departing figure. 

Darla gave him some space for a while, flitting around the various stations. The practical skills called out to her, no use practicing with weapons when she was already as good as she’d get.

When she saw Finnick bothering Katniss she made her way over to intervene. He’d tied a noose around his neck, the cheeky bastard. Just when he held it out for Katniss to take, Darla snatched it and pulled him away. 

She heard him wheeze and let up on her grasp. “Fuck,” Finnick choked out as loosened the rope from around his neck. “Darla!” He scolded her once he was properly free. 

“Don’t antagonize the girl,” she said, stopping once they were out of ear shot, “and don’t act like you’re not spoken for.” 

He didn’t bother replying to the first part, “I’m not spoken for.” Darla shot him a glare, saying you’re really going to pretend I’m wrong? with just her eyes. When he glared back she only shrugged.

“You could be,” she sassed, and he took a sharp breath. 

“I don’t think now is the time to-“ 

“If not now then when?!” Darla whisper-yelled, “Newsflash buddy, you still might die. So do you want to die sad and alone… or spoken for?” 

“Do I really come off as sad and alone?” Finnick blinked. 

“Only to those who know you,” she shook her head. 

“Gee thanks, Darla,” he said flatly. 

“It’s my pleasure,” she gave him a friendly yet exaggerated shoulder bump. “Come on, let’s catch the show.” Finnick followed her off to join the crowd forming around Katniss’s simulation session. 

Darla could see the faces of the other tributes drop as Katniss put down figure after figure. They were nearly all modeled after the rest of them, and featured their signature weapons at the very least. She clenched her jaw when Katniss shot the female figure holding a whip straight through the face. No mistaking who that was meant to be. She saw Finnick twitch when Katniss shot the figure with a trident through the chest. By the end, it was clear that the girl was absolutely on the level of every person there. If luck was on her side, and she wanted to, she could likely kill each one of them. 

Wiress started clapping, and it killed some of the tension in the air. But the quell was getting more interesting by the minute. 

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The four of you sat in silence in a both in the empty lounge within the training center. You traced the rim of your drink, hoping Haymitch would arrive soon since he asked you all to meet him there. The casual conversation had died out a bit ago, having run out of outfits to make fun of to keep the conversation light. It was hard not to think about your immediate circumstances. 

You shivered a little, still unused to the central air the Capitol pumped through all their buildings. Finnick caught your eye and nodded his head in the other direction, inviting you to scoot closer to him. You would’ve shaken your head if you hadn’t put on a tank top earlier, but you were chilly enough to press up against his side in a bid to steal body heat. 

Finnick raised a hand to wave to Haymitch when he saw the older man scanning the place. He settled the arm over your shoulder when he was done. Behind your head, he caught Darla narrow her gaze at him and sent her a look of warning. 

“What’s the update?” He asked Haymitch as the man slotted into the space at the edge of the curved booth. 

“Well, Katniss is not keen on allies,” he said, instantly off to a bad start, “though she is interested in the District Three Tributes.” 

“Excuse me?” Johanna asked. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Wiress and Beete.” 

“You mean she wants Nuts and Volts for allies?” Darla asked, and heard Johanna try to muffle a snicker. She tried not to smirk at the sound. So much for ‘not understanding her’ or whatever Jo had said during their breakup. 

“Look, don’t shoot the messenger,” he defended himself. 

“Maybe we should if the message is dumb,” Johanna snarked, crossing her arms. 

“She said she liked them,” Haymitch repeated, and the whole table winced. Maybe as people, Darla thought, though even that might be a stretch, but as allies? In terms of physical game it’d be like tying a brick around your ankle. Hadn’t the girl seen anyone else at work? Johanna’s axe skills? The second time she and Finnick had sparred? 

“Anyone else?” You tried, hoping for a better result. Haymitch thought for a second before snapping his fingers. 

“Yeah, Mags!” Darla groaned, make that two bricks. Finnick used the arm he’d draped across your shoulders to flick Darla in the ear. 

“Mags and I are a package deal,” Finnick asserted. Not a chance in hell he’d trust someone else to protect Mags. 

“Then my bet would be no deal from the girl on fire,” Haymitch shrugged. 

“Ok, so we’re keeping Katniss alive, but Three too?” Darla asked. 

“Haven’t we established-?” 

“We’ve got it,” you reassured him, and Finnick and Johanna nodded.

“Good,” Haymitch saidd. “We’ll,” he nodded in your direction, “keep in touch through sponsor gifts. But it’ll have to be subtle, so keep your thinking caps on.” 

“Is that it?” Johanna asked, bored. 

“No actually,” he went on, “when the time comes you’ll have to cut out your trackers and one of you will have to get Katniss’s.” 

“Shit,” Darla said. 

“Squeamish?” Johanna taunted her from the other side of the table. Haymitch interrupted before a fight could break out. 

“Before then,” he said, firmly, “I’d recommend making a big show of the interviews. Last chance to drum up public outrage at this, maybe get it cancelled.” Johanna scoffed at that, but Haymitch kept on, “At the very least it’ll be good for sponsors.” 

“He’s right about that,” you nodded, already thinking up possible interview angles for Darla. 

Haymitch grinned, “I’ll see you all there.” He pushed away from the table, heading back to his own tributes, no doubt. 

Johanna walked away next, and Darla popped up to follow her. 

“Think they’ll kill each other before the games start?” Finnick asked, angling his head to look at you. 

You let out a chuckle, still tucked under his arm. “Let’s hope not. I’m counting on those repressed feelings to bring in sponsorships,” you replied, watching the two walk off. He grinned, shaking with a bit of laughter. When you looked up to catch his gaze, you realized how close you were. 

“They sure are powerful,” Finnick said, holding your gaze. 

You blinked at him, “Sorry?” 

“Repressed feelings,” he clarified, doing his best to look innocent. You elbowed him and scooted away from his grasp and out of the booth. You’d been dancing around your feelings for him for so long you didn’t know how to do anything else. 

“Goodnight, Finnick!” You called over your shoulder as you marched away. He sighed as he watched you go, a small smile working on his face. Maybe Darla was onto something.  

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[femnoah]

Another female Noah au!

Bio dad Chris au

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Action/before world tour

She still works for them during action and things are running really efficiently (she's definitely not called Mclean Jr by the staff, noooo). She still sometimes dresses up as 'Noah' when she's needed for the show which is when she befriends Owen.

When Chris and Chef find out about her brothers (which they just look at each other because one of Chris' hookups had 8 sons, what are the odds) Chris makes a joke about her father being happy to finally have a daughter.

She tells him that technically her brothers are her half-brothers and she doesn't know who her dad is, just that he was a hookup at a festival in America and her mother doesn't remember him. Chris and Chef basically have an 'oh, oh no' moment.

They contact Neha's mother and agree to do a parental DNA test.

Surprise surprise, Neha is Chris' daughter.

Chris is just flabbergasted but accepts it quite quickly cause the kid is pretty awesome and clearly that came from him and she's like a mini me. She even also wants to be a Host!

Chef is half smug because it turns out that his little jokey theory was correct. He's also half stunned because now he's a stepdad, like officially.

They get joint custody with Nehas mother and invited to the family dinners and game nights.

They don't tell anybody from the show or network about this though, they don't need to know about her being his bio daughter. Of course Izzy finds out though and by extension, Eva

They try to bond with the girl in 'normal' ways. It's very awkward. Eventually they just go back to their mildly immoral bonding and honestly, it works. They're like the most unconventional family.

They somehow end up the father figures of 11 kids (doesn't matter if some are also adults) - the Devi kids +Eva and Izzy

One of the producers thinks they're building an army to overthrow them.

Since they don't actually see Neha's brothers much though, they are basically girl dads.

Chris is still trying to figure out how Neha keeps on stealing his credit card, she says it's parental compensation and she needs the money but he knows that her mother is definitely not in need of money. He lets her get away with it though because it's pretty much impossible to put a dent into his riches.

They bully the producers and the head of the network.

Eventually (like, in a couple years) they blackmail them into quitting and Chris gets to keep the company. Neha gets her dream job as a host of a variety show in the company and it's definitely not because of nepotism.

Alejandro is acting in one of the TV shows Chris is in after Action and meets the trio.

His first impression of Neha is seeing the girl verbally put down one of the other actors (to the point of tears) that he hates and is immediately smitten with the assistant.

He notices how frustrated she gets at the flirting (can thank Justin and Cody for that one) so he has to come up with a different strategy to woo the girl.

He starts to cause little 'accidents' to those who are clearly annoying her (nothing too serious of course). She takes notice and suggests they team up (she likes how ruthless and slippery he is, and is definitely into him, not that you can prove anything Izzy)

She doesn't know that he's doing it for her sake, she just thinks he also finds these people stupid and Alejandro is not complaining cause now he gets to spend time with her! They're basically each other's partners in crime.

Chris and Chef see the two of them doing their weird little flirty dance and find it adorable because look at their daughter finding a devoted boy toy!

Meanwhile all the staff are terrified because if this is them flirting before a relationship, then what would they be like when they actually get together?

Chris offers him a spot on 'World tour' and he was going to refuse but then he was told Neha was going to be there and well...

[littlewriterfullofwords]

T1 IMAGINES

Part One: Watching you play

A/N: Hello! As promised on @obsessedkiddo, I am here with T1 imagines. You have to remember that it's all fiction, my opinion, and everything else besides real. Keep that in mind. I would be more than happy to hear your opinions but please, don't yell at me if you don't like my work. If you want to see a specific topic, let me know. With all that being said, let's go!

FAKER

Faker would sit by your side and watch your game carefully. He would study your tactic, your strategy, your gameplay overall. And no, no secret glances or puppy dog eyes, no. He would be invested in your game more than you. Later on, he would be giving you advice, telling you where is the best place to go or who to attack or when. He would be very patient and considerate, explaining everything peacefully. In the end, he would praise you no matter the result and tell you what to improve next time.

GUMAYUSI

Playing with him by your side is a shit show. At first, he would be just watching, arms crossed, emotionless staring at the screen. He would be quiet, no word said, just watching you play. Until he decided it was time for him to shine. He would start giving you advice, pointing at the screen, rushing you with every move. He would be almost lying on the desk if you failed or didn't listen to his words. Finally, he would push you to the side and play instead of you. Of course, he would be mumbling some insults, but, you know, no offence taken. He would win....what a surprise. After that, he would look at you and say, "next time, listen to me."

ZEUS

He would be your little cheerleader. Sitting next to you, supporting you no matter the result. Sometimes you would hear quiet advice coming from him, but other than that he would be rather quiet. If you asked him, he would show you some tricks of his. He wants you to find your own style of playing, and he never pressures you to do anything, but when asked, he gives amazing advice.

ONER

At first, he would be just watching, sometimes commenting, but basically, just watching. With time passing and you asking for advice, he would simply grab you, put you on his lap, move his chair to the computer and you would play together. His hand on yours, together controlling the mouse, while the other hands would be pressing the buttons. He would be whispering some explanations of his moves into your ear, with time, he would put his head on your shoulder and relax there.

KERIA

Another shit show. The game would be okay but you two? Not really. You would be yelling at each other about how they shouldn't either play this way or say anything. You two would be louder than all five of T1 in one room together.

"Go top!"

"No! I'm going mid!"

"Are you stupid? There are three of them!"

"Yeah. My team needs my help!"

"Ugh, they don't! They are fine! Push top!"

Something like that. Sometimes the rest of the boys would come in and ask you two to shut up. You never do that. Really often it ends with both of you being mad at each other and literally not talking for the rest of the day.

[chainoftalent]

hi hi!! i loved the kokichi x darling in a killing game prompt you did. now i really want to know what he’d do if reader ends up dying in that scenario. im a sucker for angst, what can i say

hope you’re feeling better!

Im procrastinating writing things with this blog again

Kokichi With A Darling Who Dies In Killing Game

Well it would really depend on if they Blacken or if they're Murdered, for the sake of this one I'm assuming they're murdered due to no mentioning of blackening so we have to figure out how that works

It would likely happen to early on in the game, if they have found someone to cling to by the end game, there's no way in hell they're ever on their own so it would be far too much work to kill them, but for the first few murders while Kokichi is still working on strategy and only just start to fixate but in denial about it they definitely could be killed.

Personally I think it would be by chapter 2 he's getting a bit clingy and overbearing, and the end of chapter 3 he's starting to spiral and by chapter 4 you are being locked somewhere safe. So lets say they were the one to walk in on Korekiyo, Kokichi's clingy, but he's not locking them in his bathroom yet (I could invent a whole new murder but Angie's so easy to slot in basically any character so that's less work)

Upon finding their body, their first instinct is that this is a prank, or that they're wounded but not dead yet, but after confirming it. He stares at the body and then immediately starts pulling a chapter 4 "i hated gonta actually this is fine" he talks about how they were just sooOOO UGLY AND ANNOYING wow they practically owe the killer a FAVOR this time, gee who even cares about this NOBODY, always following him around, phew! that's a pain off his back!

If anyone is paying attention they'll immediately notice how tight Kokichi is holding himself, the strained smile, the way they had such a destroyed expression for a split second, but lets be real this is the v3 cast the only person maybe picking that up is ironically Korekiyo because he lives for that kinda drama. Shuichi might notice but lets be real he would not think hard enough about it for longer then two seconds. So everyone's like "Kokichi no" and Kokichi is just internally screaming.

He's very involved this investigation, and if anyone brings up the idea the "the ghost killed Tenko" theory after the seance that he didnt believe would work but god did he have to try he will immediately turn on them all "that weak thing? that pacifist? that pathetic person? they couldnt kill a dust bunny!" basically defending their honor without trying to seem like they are. He finds him getting a concussion this trial also extremely ironic in a fucked up dark humor way like damn he's so attached to them he almost followed haha ow and then pouts about how if they were still alive they would have actually cared about them bleeding.

He's absolutely stealing shit from their room and off their person the moment he can do so without messing up finding the culprit, he needs a part of them to be with him, to have them still be a part of his family in some way and he doesn't think he could get away with stealing the body, nor without any way to preserve it would it be worth it really, even if he really wants it. He might take a lock of hair though, tie it in a pretty little checkered bow tucked in his pocket, just so he can have at least SOMETHING without desecrating them.

Emotionally Kokichi is spiraling HARD, this is their failure, they had just started to picture them in their family, how happy they'd be, how he wanted them...and now they are gone. They'll never know the warmth of his family, of acceptance, of a good happy life. It's haunting him, a complete and utter failure on all counts, it wouldn't surprise me if he just starts hallucinating somewhat, sees them in the corner of his eyes, or remembers them in memories of dice where they never could be. He's aware enough to know its not real and his mind doing fucky things, but god does his heart not clench every time.

Words cannot describe his grief about the fact he never managed to give them anything, Kokichi loves to give things, whether it's experiences or gifts or teasing, and he barely had a chance to give them anything, to leave his mark on them, to see them smile because of him. That's whats fucking him up the most, the lack of memories, the lack of experiences, the lack of connection, now permanent, like a part of him is forever hollow because they never had a chance to color it in with them.

When he genuinely suspects someone of being the killer he goes this weird hot and cold of both "i hate you dont even look at me" and "HEY HEY BESTIE STICK YOUR FINGERS INTO THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE <3 IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN <3" Which honestly? Terrifying, would not want this happening to me, Korekiyo thinks its funny though. Once he hones in on Korekiyo as the killer, he will hound him until the execution, snapping at him and belittling him and constantly pointing him out.

Surprise Kokichi and Himiko team up this trial even more as they both just fucking power word kill Korekiyo as they bond over "person they loved but didnt get a chance to let themselves be honest with them" even if kokichi is much more subtle about it. Lot of interesting potential dynamic with them actually, not even in a shippy way but in a "we apparently have bonded over similar trauma (Derogatory) way.

Also he's being held back by someone the moment Korekiyo starts going off about the whole friends for sister, he'd rather they ROT then have to put up with his FUGLY SHITTY ASS SISTER FOR ONE SECOND as he's definitely going to be a lot more volatile afterwards, more prone to snap mood swings and lashing out at people.

Once it's all over though he's emotionally distancing himself more from the survivors under the idea that any one of them could have killed them, and because he doesn't think he could handle this pain a second time, he was getting too close, he can't afford to do that ever again if he wants to end the game. He can't think of them as even so much as people, even the other ones he's starting to fixate on like Gonta, he just, he can't. He fills the void by further fixating on their now dead fixation as they're dead, they can't hurt him more by becoming more attached to them it's not like anything else can happen with their memory so why not go full stalker obsession about it so they don't get distracted by other alive people who can potentially further torment him! (yes they can they 100% hurt him more this is not a good coping method can but let him have this)

Outside of that, honestly he might try and bargain to keep the necronomicon, make a whole stink about how its boring and unappealing and all that if they don't even get to even so much as TRY it and basically appealing to his audience theory until Monokuma relents and hands it over for him to attempt to bring them back, he's desperate enough to try or at least read through the entire book and memorize it trying to discern if it's a trap or not.

If this fails he's ironically spending a lot of time in Korekiyo's now abandoned lab, looking through books on resurrection and ghosts in folklore, he doesn't believe in any of it, not really, but dammit he has to at least look into it! it's the literal least he could do for them!

He's very much ping ponging between the anger and bargaining stages of grief about this and will be a mess about this secretly for the rest of the trial and definitely not creep everyone out in chapter 6 after he's dead and they go into his room and find his shrine to them from stuff he stole off their corpse and from their room.

[ronearoundblindly]

Wednesday ask!

Kinda silly, but do the guys have a game (uno, poker... etc) that they're good at?

-👜

Gang, I might be wrong on some of these, so be sure to tell me if there are other games you think the boys enjoy!

James Mace

Not for nothing but Mace loves solitaire. He does enjoy classic poker, of course, but he likes having a card game he can do alone with some thought and strategy. It's like therapeutic background noise: the order, the matching, the planning. Tons of different games are great, and he'll play whatever with anybody. Solitaire is what he wants to be good at consistently though.

Curtis Everett

OK honestly? He has the most fun with Uno. Good for all ages. Can get competitive but still light-hearted. Starts the stupidest, most hilarious fights among participants. Curtis loves it.

Jimmy Dobyne

Horseshoe or cornhole or maybe even axe throwing? Whatever it is, it's probably got to do with aim and is definitely outdoors. Helps that he can hold a beer in the other hand the whole time if he wants.

Johnny Storm

Twister, but not with Reed because he ruins it. Johnny likes the excuse to get handsy and stay nimble. Richards is both a killjoy and a showoff in that game. If Reed has to be there, then Dance Dance Revolution is the way to go because his brother-in-law may be flexible but he is not coordinated at all. Bonus points that Ben Grimm was always terrible at both of those games.

Jake Jensen

That's...not a video game??? Or Dungeons & Dragons?? Those are giveaways, really, but beyond that is probably Settlers of Catan (does not want to just call it just 'Catan'). Plays Risk, sure, though he grew up with Settlers and then later on found Risk.

Lloyd Hansen

Russian roulette lol, or rather, strip poker but sometimes the person he's playing with gets shot in a different appendage each time they lose. Lloyd still just strips. If he's feeling frisky, he takes out his switchblade and marks himself with a notch.

Ari Levinson

Chutes and Ladders or Yahtzee. Had both since he was a kid. Sticks with the classics. Doesn't necessarily play a lot of games anymore.

Ransom Drysdale

Cards Against Humanity. Ran is basically, genuinely 'against humanity' so no surprise there. Sneaks the most offensive of cards into stuffy bitches' purses just to mess with them. Nothing so satisfying as knowing a 60-some-year-old woman clutched her pearls after finding "three big black dicks" in her bag at the end of the night... It's the little things in life.

Andy Barber

Kinda...dislikes games in general??? He'll play them, but Andy would rather be watching a movie, a show, or a sports game (in person or on TV) then play any sort of board game. Knows how to play poker, etc, but not much of a betting man. Also not a fan of using skills of lying, bluffing, and hiding (aka having a poker face) outside of what's absolutely necessary for work.

Steve Rogers

Scrabble, the dweeb, because he both has a large vocabulary and always wants to increase his vocabulary. Knows a stupid amount of words with silent letters, X-s, Q-s, and Z-s. Will attempt to play with Cyrillic letters as a way to use Bucky's knowledge for good, clean fun. Is...not very good with Russian.

Bucky Barnes

Any sharp-shooting or precision game. Duck Hunt. Those water-gun things at carnivals. Air-gun stuff at the fair. Bucky was a sniper in the army before anything technically bad happened to him, and it's actually a skill he likes to keep honed and show off. Hope you like stuffed animals because you're getting won nine of them every date out!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would...Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[inposterumcumgaudio]

I would love to see what you can gather about Roger

(btw, your James one is super interesting! I'm excited to read part 2)

I'm so glad you sent this ask because as you may have guessed, it is very difficult to talk about James without talking about Roger because neither of them really exist separately of the other. There are very few details about either of them that happen in the vacuum of themselves. If there's something notable about one, it's almost always informed by the other.

For that reason, I pretty much covered everything I would've said about Roger's main game appearances in the James post. If I think of anything I missed, I'll add it, but frankly, I think we're well positioned to proceed into Roger & James in They Came From Below.

Indeed, making this ask the continuation is probably a good idea, since the DLC is from Roger's perspective. Despite that, this story is about the both of them, their relationship, and the (perhaps insurmountable) ways in which they differ as people.

So at the start of the DLC, you're given two objectives that don't seem to serve any purpose except to cut the tension off the robot attack preamble: go shopping and collect a Bobby helmet borrowed from Dr. Faraday. They are, in order, meant to achieve two things:

Make clear that Roger and James are not Out.

Reinforce and remind you that Roger gets female attention (and that he could act on it if he wanted to).

The exchange with Viv is meant to illustrate that the two of them are not so cavalier with their orientation as the main game might have implied. As it was, all three times you encounter the two of them in the main game, they seem to think the player's character already knows they're a couple. There's no way to know that this is actually highly circumstantial to those three main characters. So to make the point, they give you this little scene where Viv thinks she's cracked the secret of Faraday's Workshop, but with the fun misdirection that she thinks they're from a lesser country, not sexual deviants. Very droll, very British.

Meanwhile, the scene with Peggy is to show you how Roger actually approaches the female attention he's getting. The argument in Sally's Act is shaded by the fact that most of the dialogue is cribbed from the lyrics of "John, I'm Only Dancing" so it's not clear then that Roger's really isn't seeking that out or even encouraging the women who approach him. He might even be oblivious to it; he's not looking for it after all and he seems quite surprised by Peggy's admission.

You could come away from the I-was-only-dancing argument thinking that Roger was just as much a smooth talker to Annie as he is to James. Here, we can see it's just that he's emotionally intelligent and has his upper class air that marks him as a good prize for the girl who can bag him. That he makes the effort to let Peggy down gently speaks to that.

I think, though, that if James were a little craftier, he'd realize the tactical advantage of this. If you're worried about people finding out you're gay, there's really no better way to defend against that than by being seen with women. Really, he should be taking notes and offering a dance or two himself. Then again, maybe that just goes to show that the military wasn't his true calling if he's got no mind for strategy.

And really, James is worried about the entire wrong thing. It's not women (and the easier, acceptable life they offer) that could tempt Roger away from him... it's the adventure that lies outside Wellington Wells.

The story starts out with Roger soliloquizing about how he used to wonder about other people on other planets. The quest note for finding the basement mentions he reads a lot of speculative fiction. Unvisited, the note he writes to James about the tribesman and the aviator, is basically a little Tarzan metaphor. Like a little tank engine, Roger wants to see the world.

But as it happens, he lives on just about the most boring holm in Wellington Wells. If you had told me that "Inis" meant "dull", I would have believed you (it's actually Irish for "from the river island".) It's basically just Faraday's Workshop and a single general store. The one interesting thing going on is that a building on the rotunda has burnt down, leaving children's toys in the rubble, but this ain't about that.

Suffice to say, a guy as social, educated, and curious as Roger is probably suffocating slowly in this place. And as he gets older (it's his 34th birthday, recall), he's probably also realizing that the door to adventure is closing on him.

As an aside, here's a bit of trivia: the birthday cake James has made Roger is actually the cake Victoria made Dierdre in the prologue. If you look really closely, you can see her name in the icing. Which is especially funny to me because you never get close enough to this cake in the pinata cutscene to see her name on it in the first place.

Anyway, let's go back to Unvisited for a moment. It's not a one-to-one Tarzan thing, that the subject is specifically an aviator makes me suspect it might be a reference to something further, but the thing about it is that Tarzan was written by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Burroughs is American, which is a rare (but not unheard of) departure in the reference department. What's more interesting is that he wrote, among other things, the Barsoom series starring most notably the character John Carter. The first book in this series is probably the most well known, since 2012's John Carter is based on it. But its title as a book is A Princess of Mars.

Arthur has a line upon approaching White Tree Park: "Sally and my favorite tree. We used to sneak out at night and smoke, and talk about who we were going to be when we grew up. I wanted to study engineering. And her plan was to be a princess of Mars."

I didn't know all that up there at the time, but I guess I wasn't far off in writing this chapter where Sally and Roger discuss their shared yet suppressed interest in space travel. It's kinda cool that there actually is a six-degrees connection for that comparison in the text. The difference, though is that Roger wants to travel to new worlds for the sake of experiencing culture, whereas Sally just wants to be anywhere but here.

I think Roger's overt interest in other cultures, particularly dead and primitive cultures, is also the means by which to give him a character flaw.

Because he is one of the few characters in the game - and certainly the only starring one - who is a bit short on those. Sure, he's reckless but the game presents that to the player as endearing. The preoccupation with other civilizations could be an avenue for folly.

Let's suppose he had chance to talk to Victoria Byng. The topic of India is already a fraught one for her, but Roger wouldn't know that and would hardly be able to help but ask. And let's be real, he's (the son of) a wealthy Englishman in the 60's: odds are he'd approach that conversation with an uncomfortable reverence for such an exotic culture (perhaps also out of guilt for all the imperialism).

The game is largely avoiding this kind of thing by the fact that the robots are a - if not advanced - equivalently civilized race compared to humanity. We can afford Roger some grace here and assume that he views Indian culture the same way. That's why he approaches this situation with this very optimistic Heart of Darkness notion of "we all could learn so much from each other!"

Indeed, it's probably quite easy to think that when confronted with a race of friendly robots who are showing such mercy and care in response to the cruelty they were shown. Watson sort of hints at this even, when he ask "Do you destroy human beings even when they can no longer cause harm?" To him, humans probably seem quite barbaric just to assume the robots would execute Dr. Faraday; it must follow from their primitive culture.

But how do you suppose Roger would look upon the reality of cultures with less savory aspects of humanity: slavery, body mutilation, cannibalism, human sacrifices, that kinda thing. How would Roger react to those cultures? I figure it could go two ways: either he obstinately sticks to the idea that all culture is valid and insists on "learning" from it, in a way that probably reads to modern eyes is fetishistic and patronizing... or his English proprietary wins out and he looks down on them as uncivilized with nothing to teach a culture as advanced as his. At the very least, he might pity these people, same as Watson probably pities humans on the whole.

Hell, you could just put Roger in the Garden District and he'd be confronted with the same conflict. All that same shit exists out there. He's really not being permitted to see any of that as is because James has him locked in the house for his safety. Rightfully so, lest Roger's bleeding heart end getting them spitroasted (and not in the fun way).

James is put in opposition in the story quite often for his refusal to entertain the idea that the robots are a people and this is correct for this narrative, but I do also think there could be scenarios regarding this where James would be in the right, even with the robots who are generally presented as benign and blameless. Watson is awfully evasive about where the people who built them are, only stating that "they... died". Sounds like a thing that Just Happened when it's said like that. Faraday puts a finer point on it though, asking, "Who do you think killed their creators?" and "Did they ever tell you how their creators died?" during her boss fight. They gave you just enough to know there's something there worth thinking about.

Because Roger's impulsivity and adventurousness are presented to the player as positive attributes (without which the story cannot happen and that turn out to be in service of the just cause at the end), James' cautiousness and devotion to Faraday's designs are presented as negatives. I would say these are actually neutral values outside of the context of this story. James has plenty of net negative attributes though. He's unimaginative and uninquisitive.

James is also condescending to Roger a lot of the time, treating him as a naive child and deriding Roger's particular and relevant talents. He's dismissive of Roger's attempts to understand the robot language and read their markings. At every point where it's brought up, James makes a snide comment about Roger's education ("Sorry, Pup, I forgot to go to the best schools." "Roger, this isn't some philosophical hypothesis to wank on! This is an actual fucking situation!"). The only time he seems to have any interest in it is very early on, when he thinks it will keep Roger busy and out of his way. You know, like a child.

There was a cut scene right before the boss fight (that frankly was really very necessary to make the choice at the end make any sense) where it's made more explicit that James has always thought of Roger as helpless and in need of someone to care for him.

0036600_WellM You’re really willing to risk all our lives?

0036700_PC_Rog You’re really willing to kill off a whole people?

0036800_WellM They’re not people!

0036900_PC_Rog You’re not her bloody parrot! Think for yourself!

0037200_WellM You’re a bloody child! A dangerous bloody child!

0037300_PC_Rog When did you bury your imagination?

0037400_WellM You DO look down on me!

0037500_PC_Rog Ohhh, self-pity does not look good on you.

0037600_WellM If you didn’t need me to survive, you’d drop me like a horse chestnut, wouldn’t you!

0037700_PC_Rog Somehow I managed to survive till I met you.

0037800_WellM Mummy and daddy provided.

0037900_PC_Rog You’ve never taken me seriously, have you?

0038000_WellM Fine. If we survive the next few days, I’m leaving.

0038100_PC_Rog I don't even know who you are any more.

0038200_WellM And you're a fucking idiot, you are!

I find it very funny that James protests that Roger looks down on him, when in fact, it's mostly been James doing the sneering down his nose this whole time. And it's, I think, a conflict a lot of us have come to recognize in our own lives. For example, I live in a city, I don't have a college education but I'm pretty good at self-teaching, I learned critical thinking at some point and made my choices accordingly. But I've got rural yokels in my life who can barely read thinking they're somehow smarter and wiser than me, that they have some "common sense" that's better than just knowing things or knowing how to find out if you don't. And then they accuse me of looking down on them because I'd rather take an expert's opinion on any given subject than theirs. It's all projection.

Roger, for his part, seemed not realize it went to this deep with James until this point. The disdain mostly seemed centered around Roger's mastery of linguistics and how useless that skill probably is in Wellington Wells. That he would have found, in this moment, that James thought he was a soft little rich boy who couldn't take care of himself and moreover, thought Roger wouldn't be with him if he could, is quite insulting!

However... I also think Roger both enabled James in this attitude and was himself enabled to lean into it. Even if you're fully realized and capable person, sometimes it's nice to let someone take care of you, especially if they're insisting that they want to. But if you do it long enough, you might lose a bit of your own self-reliance.

When the story starts out, Roger is fearful and reluctant to act. When James says they have to find Dr. Faraday, Roger argues that they don't know where she is but concedes at James' insistence. After James is attacked by the robot after Roger gets the ray gun (with a little hint at the later conflict "I just hate to think how you'd manage if I was dead"), Roger again suggests they run from this situation instead of pursuing Faraday, to which James insists again.

It's this moment that breaks the roles they've assumed in the relationship. James was injured in this attack and so Roger was "forced" into the active role of the story that James would have probably claimed for himself. In fact, James has a petulant (childish!) fit at the end of "War of the Worlds" when Roger points out that he's still injured so it must be him who continues into the facility. "Damn it, Roger! I'm the soldier!" he says.

And Roger realizes that he's let himself be coddled when - after the argument in the gondola - he clears the crevasse and muses aloud "Have I become brave?" Personally, I think he was always brave and just forgot after so long of having James defending him from the world.

And by the end of the DLC, they've re-contextualized themselves to each other. Roger offers to take care of James, has proven that he can. James sees now that Roger is just as capable and determined as he is. There's a new equilibrium to the relationship. Surely they'll be even better for each other now.

The core concept behind the DLC revolves around the questions above: if Roger and James hadn't met during the war, would they have gotten together? Do they really understand each other as people or are they only sticking it out because there's no other options?

Obviously convincing James to come along on the fantastic adventure beyond the portal is the "correct" ending, but consider that regardless, Roger does come back and resumes his life with James. Romantic! Clearly they were meant to be!

Well. Consider too that everything that happens in the main game, all the times we see them arguing, the absolute discord of the Faraday Workshop that even possesses mere visitors to the house? That all happens after the events of the DLC.

So in my humble estimation, no, they wouldn't have gotten together if not for the war and if they weren't the only two "like them", they probably would have broken up by now.

But look, that's just my world view. I've always been of the opinion that love (and marriage, de facto or otherwise) isn't hard and that the conventional wisdom that it is is only borne out of the fact that until very recently, you had a much smaller selection to choose from and necessarily had to make concessions if you wanted to meet life goals that were similarly expected of you. When you don't have access to the entire planet and you need to get a move on with the house and kids, yeah, you're going to put up with more and settle for less. Add onto that being gay, you're probably regarding him as the only chance you're ever gonna get.

If you really need it to not be as cynical a story as that, you can disregard all the why's of it. They are still together after everything and will probably remain so. If They Came From Below was a shifting of the tectonic plates their relationship is built on, it's conceivable that they have more of those shifts over the course of their undoubtedly long relationship, every time coming to understand each other a little better.

Miscellaneous Roger and James thoughts:

I think Roger's repeated attempts to leave Faraday to the problems of her own creations early in the story contrasts very interestingly to his later sentimentality for her when asked to give up his bee cannon. As much as his relationship to James has changed in this story, I think Roger's relationship to Faraday has also changed... for the better, despite all logic. And frankly, I love that for them.

I think both of them are quite grateful to her in general just for her disregard for their private lives (and she does know, because she'll call Roger a "deluded old maid" if you stall long enough during the last phase of her boss fight). Prickly as she is, they really are very fortunate she took them on. Conversely, I think she chose them over more traditional Help because having a man in the house necessarily discourages other men from trying to intrude. They're a buffer not only from the general public, but also any unwanted suitors.

Roger mentions in one of his quest notes that James also makes a decent salad. I prefer to extrapolate this out to suggest James is probably a decent cook in general, his skills not limited to baking and preparation of raw vegetables, but on the other hand, it's hard to say how much they could be eating this isn't flour or plants even if he can do more.

In the big argument in the gondola, James tells Roger to go fuck himself because "I left everything for you". I think there was a point at which any civilian presence on Ravensholm was no longer permitted while at the same time, the term of enlistment had also gotten a lot more nebulous (read: indefinite). So I think there was a point at which Roger was made to leave the camp and James, not wanting to lose his one shot at love, leaves the military for him. Practically, we from the future would know there's no career advancement in the military in Wellington Wells, but James would hardly know that then or now. For someone who values having a job and belonging above all else, it was a very large risk to take.

Moreover, I like to think that Ollie might have caught him at it. It's suggested that someone spends a lot of time drinking in the air raid shelter and it is also the quietest way off Ravensholm. Additionally, it would explain why James would speak so openly in Ollie's act and also why Ollie might not realize why. If Ollie was real fuckin' drunk when this happened, he'd not know James was gay but James would think he did.

Did Ollie know that was why James was leaving? Well, he was a lot more observant back then. He's forgotten a lot since. But the thing I think really sells the idea for me is this line Ollie has when talking to Victoria.

Victoria: Please, Ollie. You were never cruel.

Ollie: I'm a soldier, Ma'am. They teach ye to be cruel.

Maybe for Ollie it wasn't really anything about James and that poncy lad he was inordinately chummy with, so much as that if James learned this cruelty, we never see it. Yes, he's callous and uninterested in anything outside his small domain, but he's not malicious. And maybe if you're Ollie and you've just caught this bespectacled young man barely out of his teens with his rucksack all packed for his French Leave... well, maybe he's better off in civilian life. Maybe he deserves the chance at it, merely for having the initiative to take it. Maybe a guy who spends that much time wearing oven mitts doesn't belong on a battlefield anyway.