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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago

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Reader who's been hired as more muscle for the gang? Maybe Sev is a bit jealous and/or is mean to reader, but the reader plays this off by flirting/teasing Sev. And ends up topping her.

Jfdjhggj I need more bottom Sev in my life lmao

bottom sevika is the loml actually

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you cannot, for the fucking life of you, figure out why sevika hates you so much.

you've been working for silco for about six months now, and it's been great. the best job of your life. sure, you're constantly committing crimes and dodging punches, but silco pays well, you get unlimited drinks at the last drop, and you've found a great group of friends in all his other goons.

well, all of the goons except sevika. she despises you, and you've got no fucking idea why. you've been nothing but pleasant and respectful toward her, but lately your patience is starting to wear thin.

"everyone was great at the dropoff today, boss. ran saved us half an hour with some quick thinking and knife skills, and deckard was surprisingly accurate with his math."

"that's what i like to hear. any issues?" silco asks from his desk, where he's puffing on a cigar. your stomach sinks-- you know what's coming.

sevika's silver eyes flick over to you, a small smirk on her lips while she speaks. "the fuckin' rookie forgot to fill the van with gas." she says.

you scowl and scoff. "i did not! that was your fucking assignment-- i was in charge of driving!"

sevika's smirk turns into a grin-- it seems like the only thing she likes more than bothering you is when you fight back. "are you seriously speaking to your superior in that tone right now?" she asks.

"my 'superior'?! as far as i'm aware you're just the bitch at work who makes my life fucking miserable."

all the air gets sucked out of the room, and behind you ran mutters something under their breath. "wrong move, rookie."

sevika's sneering at you, and you get exactly one second of warning before she's grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and is dragging you out of the office, a series of 'oooooh's following behind you.

"oh, great, now she's gonna fuckin' kill me before i can even get paid for today's work." you mutter to yourself as sevika drags you to her office, slamming the door shut behind her. she shoves you against the wall hard, and you grunt. "fuck! what is your fucking problem!?" you shout, shoving at sevika's shoulders. she barely budges.

"you talk too much for your own fuckin' good, y'know." she growls.

you sneer up at her. "and you'd be a lot more attractive if you learned to play nice."

sevika freezes, her anger melting into a shocked expression. you giggle a little-- it looks like you've finally found a way to fight back with sevika-- flirting. "sh-shut up." she mutters eventually. you snort.

"what's wrong, sev, got you tongue tied? that's all it takes, huh? a little compliment and you lose all that bite?" you tease.

sevika doesn't get angry like you expect her to, though. instead, she gulps, and her eyes get wide. you burst into giggles and sevika blinks, her shoulders hunching up. "shut the fuck up." she tries to sound scary, but her voice is too shaky for it to work.

"oh, shit!" you laugh. sevika hunches in on herself even more. "holy shit! you've got a crush on me!" you cackle, pointing an accusing finger at sevika. you watch in fascination as a blush creeps all the way up her neck to the tip of her ears.

"n-no i don't." she tries to deny. you're still reeling from your discovery, giddy and flabbergasted.

"you totally do! holy shit how did i not realize this before!? you're an emotionally constipated shithead, of course you don't know how to flirt! you probably didn't even realize, did you? just wanted to tug my pigtails and get my attention somehow huh?" sevika blinks at you owlishly-- more surprised than you've ever seen her before. you snort. "everything makes sense now." you chuckle to yourself.

"f-fuck off." sevika mutters eventually. you cackle and smack her on the shoulder.

"i've got you all worked out, hah! monday's gonna be a breeze." you laugh to yourself as you make to leave. sevika reaches out and spins you back around before you can open the door fully. you raise an eyebrow at her. "yes?"

sevika looks flustered and confused and slightly scared of you. you giggle a bit as you watch her try and fail to come up with anything to say, before rolling your eyes and giving her a little help.

"figure out a nicer way to flirt with me and you might be surprised, sev. until then, leave me the fuck alone unless you want me telling the gang why you've been picking on me so much." you say, then turn to leave again.

this time you make it halfway out the room before sevika's pulling you back in the room, slamming the door shut and shoving you against the wall again. for one horrible second you worry that you've read the whole situation wrong and you've only managed to enrage sevika even more with the suggestion that she might like you-- especially when sevika's hand wraps around your throat-- but then she freezes and takes a shaky breath. her fingers unwrap from your neck, slowly trailing up to cup your face.

"shut up." sevika whispers at what must be the cockiest, pleasantly surprised smile on your face. you just snort.

"make me." you demand.

sevika swoops forward to kiss you, and you giggle against her lips.

she's like putty in your hands, letting you guide her hands up and down your body, moaning against your lips. when you sink a hand into her hair, she shivers, and you manage to flip the two of you so you're pressing her against the door.

sevika's panting and staring at you with stars in her eyes. you snort at the sight-- endlessly intrigued with her now that you've figured her out. "oh, you're sweet aren't you?" you tease.

sevika tries to glare at you, but it falls flat with her eyes blown so wide they're black and her hands desperately clutching at your hips. "no, i'm not." she denies. you giggle and lean forward to start sucking a hickey against her throat-- the idea of sevika wearing your bite on her throat in front of the gang tomorrow making you dizzy.

"you are." you say. "bet you're fuckin' soaked for me, too, aren't you?"

sevika whimpers. you have to kiss her again to keep from laughing at her. she's pathetic. it's so fucking hot.

sevika grabs your hand and tries to shove it down her pants. you laugh, pulling away from her and grabbing her chin-- forcing her to look at you. "sevika, take a breath, babe." you request. she moans at the petname, and you laugh. "fuck, you're cute."

"fuck off!" sevika growls. you snort.

"i need you to use your words before i can take care of you, honey."

sevika shivers, her voice shaky as she speaks. "fuck... please fuck me."

you raise an eyebrow at her, and sevika actually stomps her foot. you laugh. "and why should i?" you ask.

sevika sputters, then cringes. you watch her mentally debate whether or not she's horny enough to communicate-- and you're surprised when she takes a deep breath, rolls her eyes, and then speaks. "b-because... because i've got a stupid fuckin' crush on you, okay!?" she shouts.

you grin and lean forward, kissing her cheek. "okay." you say simply, shoving your hand down the front of her pants and boxers. sevika whimpers, leaning forward to bury her face against your shoulder as you gasp. "oh, baby-- you're soaked." you coo.

she bites your shoulder. "would you just-- shut the fuck --ah!" she gasps at you sink two fingers inside her. "f-f-f-fuck!" she whines. you laugh.

"you better shut up or everyone's gonna know what's goin' on in here." you tease. sevika whimpers, and leans back-- shoving a fist in her mouth. you snort and lean forward, nudging her hand out of the way with your face. "move that. i got a better way to shut you up."

sevika's hand wraps around you, clawing at your back as you start to kiss her. it's uncoordinated and sloppy-- both of you too focused on her cunt to care much about your lips-- and it's the hottest kiss of your life. especially because sevika keeps whimpering into your mouth.

you manage to muffle most of her moans and groans, but when she cums, sevika leans back and shouts. "oh, oh, oh fuck!"

you giggle against her throat-- there's no explaining that away-- but you think sevika might've done it on purpose. you have a sneaking suspicion that sevika's going to be a possessive lover if the way she's clinging to you as she catches her breath is any clue. you don't mind.

"you're a fucking mess." you tease. sevika grunts and pinches your ass.

"shut up."

"that's rich coming from you. think the walls shook with how loud you were squealing."

"shut up!" sevika growls. you laugh.

"you don't scare me, baby. 'specially not when your cunt's still squeezing my fingers." you say, wiggling said fingers just a bit. sevika growls and bites your shoulder again, and you giggle. "are you gonna go back to bein' a bitch to me now or have we moved past that?" you ask.

sevika huffs and picks her head up, peeking up at you with puppy eyes. "i'm... sorry." she mutters. you smirk, raising an eyebrow at her, and sevika groans and straightens up. "i am!" she whines. "i just-- y'know." she says, waving her hand at you. you giggle.

"i do know." you say, nodding. "you're a mess."

sevika huffs. "yeah, basically."

"it's okay, sev. you're a hot mess." you tease. she snorts.

"i can't believe i like you." she groans. you just laugh. sevika huffs and you pull your hand out of her pants and straighten her out a bit. you make to leave and sevika squeaks. "wait!" you pause in the doorway, and sevika gulps, cringes, and groans. "fuck. fuck! fuck, i don't... just-- what're you doing tonight?" she asks.

something inside you flutters and you shrug. "you tell me."

sevika smiles a bit, her eyes darting away from you as she reaches up to rub the back of her neck. "...i won a shitload of money in cards last night... i could take us up to the promenade?" she asks. you grin.

"pullin' out all the stops, huh?" you ask. she shrugs.

"'s an apology."

"i like it. you've got yourself a date, sev."

sevika grins.

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Title: Unwanted Cravings.

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel O'hara x Reader (Spider-Verse).

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Venom!Reader, Obsessive Behavior, No Actual Sexual Content But Unlimited Access to Miguel's Horny Thoughts, No Seriously This Man Just Wants To Be Topped But He Has To Be So Weird About It, and Slight Violence.

Miguel couldn’t remember the last time he’d been restrained.

Beaten, broken, pinned under falling rumble or sedated or exposed to a paralytic gas, but not restrained. When he was first coming into his abilities, maybe – he could picture himself waking up in some damp, depressing holding cell, but he’d never been handcuffed. If the cops managed to get their hands on him, he wasn’t in a state to resist, and his villains were rarely the ‘catch and release’ types. Or, most of his villains, at least.

This would be so much easier, if all you wanted to do was kill him.

Without warning, the tendrils of your symbiote binding his arms behind his back wrenched tighter – tearing something in his shoulder and drawing a low, pained grunt out of the base of his throat. He clenched his eyes shut, but opened them again just as quickly, turning his gaze toward you.

You were above him, but not out of reach. Perched on the edge of a well-beaten wooden crate, one leg crossed over the other, everything below your neck covered with the glistening black tar of your symbiote, you were staring down toward where he’d been forced to kneel on the cement floor, too, sizing him up with an expression bordering between total disinterest and utter boredom. The repulsion in your eyes alone was enough to spark something in his chest, to make him wonder if you’d look at him with the same indifference if he got his hands free and forced your legs apart, if he buried his face between your thighs and gave up air in exchange for something much more precious. He could do it, if he needed to. If he used his talons, if he pushed himself, he could do it.

But, he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because you’d get hurt. Because you’d already proven you weren’t looking for a fight, just something to do.

Because you’d leave if he didn’t play along, and you couldn’t leave.

Not that you were in a rush. With an airy sigh, you leaned forward, letting your head lull to the side as you raised your foot, finding the underside of his chin. With more force than you really had to use, you tilted his head back, taking a moment to evaluate his swollen eye, the jagged cut you’d left along his cheekbone when your symbiote had momentarily mistaken him for its next meal. Eventually, your foot fell away from his chin, the sole of your boot finding a place against the center of his chest. He could feel heat rushing to his face, his breathing grow hoarse and ragged, and could only hope it was too dark for you to notice. “You look good with a little damage.” Cold, viscous condescension dripped from your tone, but Miguel had to fight the urge to preen. “You should drop the mask more often. Reaper might stop trying to take a bite out of you if she knew how pretty you could be, when you put the effort in.”

Pretty. A pang of something pure and electric shot from the base of his throat to the pit of his stomach. His breath hitched, and as if in response, your symbiote nipped at the corner of his jaw with just enough force to break the skin. He didn’t try to speak, too aware of how audibly his voice would wavevr - only glaring in your direction, doing what little he could to square his shoulders, to look like a hero. You just laughed, the noise flat and humorless. It made him want to carve your throat out. It made him want to kiss you until his lips bled.

“It’s not fun if you’re just going to make faces at me.” You clicked your tongue, rolled your eyes. “Who was that guy you were with the other day, the one who I threw through a billboard? He was cute – do you think he’d want to play with us, sometime?”

Miguel bared his teeth. Your symbiote purred with delight. “Peter’s not worth your time.”

Another laughed. A real laugh. “And you are? Tell me, Spider-Boy, what exactly can you do for me?”

Involuntarily, images flooded his mind by way of an answer. You, straddling his waist, riding him until he was barely conscious beneath you. Your body between his legs, thrashing void clinging to your skin as you split him open with the help of your symbiote, as you wrapped your clawed hands around your neck and squeezed. A tongue longer than his forearm forcing its way down his throat, the feeling of your body pressed against his, the wild grin you wore as you tried to tear him apart plastered across your lips as you—

The grin you were wearing now, he noticed, when he finally snapped himself out of his fantasies. Not as unrestrained, not extenuated by a thousand rows of pointed teeth, but just was sharp, just as piercing. Complimented by the glint in your eye you only ever got when you saw something you wanted to bite into. “You’re blushing.”

He bowed his head, cursing under his breath. “Let me go—”

“Don’t give me that.” A pair of think tendrils sprouted from his restraints, wrapping around his thighs and forcing his legs apart. Your foot fell farther, landing on his crotch and applying enough pressure to force a sharp hiss through his grit teeth. “Good guys aren’t supposed to lie.” You ground your heel into the base of his shaft and he doubled into himself, a violent moan tearing past his lips. “Be honest, this time – do you get this hard for every rouge you fight, or am I special?”

You were special. Of course, you were special. If you weren’t, his skin wouldn’t itch when anyone else so much as looked at him. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t melt so easily under your attention – hostile or affectionate. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t have to fight so hard not to grind into your heel, not to imagine your symbiote slipping underneath his suit, splaying him out, binding him in place and rendering him immobile, helpless, yours. He tried not to imagine the feeling of your hand against his chest, his waist. He tried not to imagine what you’d do to him, when you had him at your mercy.

It slipped out before he could swallow it back, before his better judgement could overshadow his primal need to feel your skin against his. “Please.” And again, as your lips quirked upward, as you rolled the sole of your boot against his crotch, “Please.”

“Please what, Spider-Boy? Ask for what you want.”

“I— I want you to—” To kiss his neck. To draw blood. To eat him alive. “I need you to touch me.”

There was a beat of silence. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, erratic and nearly overwhelming, nearly deafening.

Finally, you snapped your fingers, calling your symbiote back to you. Miguel fell onto his back, panting as you pushed yourself to your feet. As your mask crept up your neck, you spared him one more glance. For a second, he could’ve sworn you were going to turn on him, sink your claws into his neck, tear his beating heart out of his rib-cage. For a second, he could’ve sworn you were going to stay with him.

Then, your lips quirked upward into a lopsided smirk. You reached down, a bone-white claw emerging from your monstrous hand. Slowly, deliberately, you dragged the sharpened point down the length of his chest, splitting open the holographic fabric of his suit and drawing a thin, red line from his collarbone to the tender flesh of his upper pubic area. You watched with a glint in your eye as he stiffened, as his shoulders shook and a bright, searing heat seeped into his veins and dripped down his thighs. Once the aftershocks had faded, you let out a bark of a laugh, recalling your talon and standing to your full height.

“Fucking pervert.”

Without another word, without another sound, you disappeared into the night, leaving Miguel alone, frustrated, and already desperate to see you again.

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amomentsescape · 1 year ago

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I would like to know what a slasher relationship would be like with a hybrid fem witch/vampire. Sorry if it makes no sense, English is not my main language

Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

A/N: This a great Spooky Season Request!

Freddy Krueger

He thinks it's hot, of course

Wants you to bite him just for the hell of it

His blood doesn't taste very good though (he's dead) so he tries to make up for it in other ways

Always brings home a body for you

But if that's not really your style, he'll happily come back with a jug of blood instead

Wants to see the types of spells you can cast

He turns it into a competition sometimes

You both go back and forth using your powers to change things around

Secretly wants you to use your powers on his victims with him during his murder sprees

If you enjoy feeding on bodies, he wants to be there to watch

Everything about it turns him on to be honest

Michael Myers

Probably the most neutral of the slashers

He kinda just lets you do your own thing for a while

Is not too sure about you feeding off of him at first, but he secretly loves it now

He thinks your spells are pretty cool too, but he just doesn't show it much

Will definitely take advantage of your powers though if he is having trouble with a victim

He hates asking though since he very much wants to do everything himself

You insist on healing him whenever he is injured even against his objections

As long as you don't intervene too much with his killings, he lets you do whatever for the most part

Just don't kill his target first

Jason Voorhees

Will definitely supply you with enough blood to last a lifetime

He's very giving with everything

You're hungry? He's sure he can find a lost soul in the woods

Need a certain plant for a spell? He'll keep an eye out for it while he wanders around

Likes to sit with you while you learn new spells and listen to you explain everything you're doing

Honestly, you being a hybrid makes him feel more comfortable

He knows that you can take care of yourself while he's gone

And you living within nature where people and animals pass through is perfect

Unlimited food and seclusion to work on your magic is exactly what you want

It's a win win all around

Thomas Hewitt

When he first learns about what you were, he was honestly kinda confused

He had heard of witches, and he had heard of vampires

But only through a fictional sense

And even then, he didn't know that someone could be both

Would need you to sit down and explain everything to him

The whole family is supportive of your taste in food (clearly)

They just use the meat, so they're happy to give you all the blood first before going to work

They're a bit iffy about your spells and powers though

Satanic spells would be a hard no in their books

As long as you use your magic outside of their home, then they all couldn't care less on you being a hybrid

Bubba Sawyer

You eat people? Cool, same.

But the witchcraft thing is going to take some getting used to

He grew up being told that all forms of witchcraft are evil

So you'll need to sit him down and explain everything you do

Has a weird fascination with watching you drink blood

The first time you casted a spell in front of him, he jumped

But just like a little kid in a toy store, he was quick to show his curiosity and want to see more of your spells

Slowly grows to love it

He has never met anyone supernatural before, so having you around is like living in a movie every day

Will go out with you to pick plants and herbs

May even help you set up a little garden out back

He has quite the green thumb

Brahms Heelshire

His family was pretty religious growing up, so the witchy part is pretty concerning to him at first

The vampire thing is also a bit annoying

He wants to be able to sit down and eat a normal dinner with you every night

But your diet is very particular

Living in the middle of nowhere is nice since you can go out and find plenty of animals to eat if needed

But the lack of people and Brahms never wanting to leave the house makes it difficult for you at times

You probably have to venture outside alone a lot which he doesn't like

But when at home, he grows to appreciate your spells more

The home is clean in a snap, his food is ready in just a second

Definitely becomes even lazier and wants you to do everything for him

He's still a child at heart after all

Norman Bates

He's honestly a little scared of you at first

Vampires and witches are in every evil tale, and he grew up correlating them with monsters

But he cares about you too much to let you go completely

Prefers for you to drink blood outside of the home

But if there happens to be a body left in one of the motel rooms, he's fine with you venturing in there and doing what you need

He just doesn't want to see it

You've tried using your powers to help clean the motels rooms, but he honestly prefers to do it the old fashioned way

Avoids telling his mother about you being a hybrid

He knows it will just be her screaming in his head every day if he does

He does show quite an interest in the different plants and herbs you collect however

Billy Loomis

Doesn't really believe you at first

"Prove it"

When your fangs pop out and your spell is cast, he is quick to widen his eyes

"Do it again"

Has a thing for you feeding on him

He finds it quite pleasurable honestly and would rather keep the bite mark than have you heal it up

Likes to join you outside at night and hold you while you conjure up spells

May want you to join him and Stu during their sprees to help them out from time to time

Invites you inside whenever they're done with all their victims so you can eat

Lays in bed with you at night and watches you use your magic to make pretty light shows on the ceiling

Thinks it's sexy

Stu Macher

Also needs you to prove it to him

Gets the biggest grin on his face once you do

"That's hot"

Likes watching you feed from his arm

Wants you to go to every killing spree with him and Billy

If you can't, he brings back a couple containers of blood for you

Watches supernatural films with you and constantly asks if each scene is realistic

"Can witches do that?" "No, that's clearly fake, Stu"

Wants you to use your powers to pull pranks on people in public

Also wants you to use your powers to help him steal things from the store

Buys you cute crystals for your room

Asks you to conjure up a puppy on a daily basis

Eric Draven

Loves the aesthetic of it all

The candles, plants, night time adventures, everything

If you're hungry, Eric may beat up a bad guy and let you finish the job

Just don't kill anyone innocent (or cats)

Doesn't mind if you feed from him

Kinda finds it romantic and always holds you close to him, rubbing his hand down your hair

Likes to see the spells you can cast

The ideal night for you two is sitting out on the roof together, him playing guitar and watching you try out new spells and casting your magic

Likes when you use your powers to send him little love messages in the night while he's gone

Enjoys laying in bed with you and watching you create little images on the wall

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notiddygothgf · 18 days ago

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17. Not a Date

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝Is this a date? ❞

★ c.w.: suggestive content. tooth rotting fluff. the hayakawa family being the hayakawa family. denji and power need their own warning.

★ a/n: HIIII EVERYONEEEEE!!! im back from my unofficial hiatus. So let me spill the tea -- as you all may know, I'm a Premedical student, and let me tell you..... finals did my ass INNNNN!! it was a struggle to stay alive but we #survived. I haven't been feeling like myself lately, but I'm taking a winter vacation to my lovely motherland, Puerto Rico, and I am SOOOO at peace rn. It's done wonders for my creative juices.

Thank you all for leaving such wonderful comments on all of the chapters while I was away. Yes, I've been reading them, and, yes, I've been cracking up over them for the past two-ish months. Y'all are fuckin hilarious. Anyway!! To make up for my absence, I've decided to double update and feed the girlies. I'm so sorry! I didn't forget about y'all... but....

Y'all know the drill... the more you comment, the more I update! comment away!! hugs and kisses from PR!!

★ w.c: .4.1k

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As Aki was presently in no shape to cook, the two of you decided to go out for dinner. You tried hard not to think too hard about what it meant – of course, it was hard to ignore the way he tossed a twenty at Denji and Power and told them not to kill the delivery driver (and, subsequently, to not call him unless it was a dire emergency).

It wasn’t a date. He hadn’t asked you on a date, yet, so it wasn’t one.

So why did you feel so nervous?

Picking at the seam of your Public Safety slacks – the only decent outfit you had available, unless you counted your unlimited supply of oversized clothes from your not-quite-boyfriend – you shifted in your seat. Your eyes flitted over the restaurant, its patrons, the red wallpaper; anything but the handsome young officer sitting in front of you.

Aki was sitting directly across from you, long legs spread beneath the table, donning a blue button down shirt and some black slacks. It wasn’t the Public Safety uniform you had been so used to but, still, it was nice. His hair was down, the way you liked it, framing his pretty face beneath the dim lighting in a way that had your heart thrumming anxiously against your ribcage.

Again, though, it wasn’t a date. He hadn’t said it was a date.

You were just nervous because it was the first time you and him had gone out to eat together… alone.

Your plate was empty. Aki’s plate still had a few pieces of spaghetti on it. Long, pretty fingers plucked a fork off the table and twirled the noodles around until they were all balled up. He popped the spaghetti into his mouth, chewing with a quiet hum to signify his satisfaction.

Finally, he replied to the question you had asked a minute earlier. “November 11th.”

“You’re a scorpio?” You tilted your head, flashing him a funny little smile despite the horde of butterflies loose in your chest.

“I guess,” He shrugged. He polished off the remainder of his spaghetti in one bite. “What about you?”

“Cancer,” You answered. “July 12th.”

He only nodded, smiling faintly as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. The motion was casual, but there was something disarming about the way his smile lingered—warm and unhurried, like the late afternoon sunlight stretching across the café table. It made you falter, your own words catching in your throat as you searched for some confirmation, some clue in his expression to tell you what this was.

When his response came only in the form of that soft smile, the silence began to press down on you. A beat passed, then another, before you let the intrusive thought escape. “We’re supposed to be compatible.”

“Are we?” His grin deepened, and though it carried his usual dry amusement, there was an edge of curiosity there too—like he was testing the weight of your words.

“That’s what the zodiac says, anyway.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance as you reached for your glass of water. The rim felt cool against your lips, a welcome distraction from the heat creeping up your neck. You told yourself it was ridiculous to put so much stock into something you’d read in a horoscope, and yet, your heart still beat a little faster when he tilted his head, considering you.

When the busboy came to collect the plates, Aki leaned back in his chair, his gaze softening as it settled on you. You caught it in your peripheral vision and turned toward him, only to find his expression unreadable but impossibly fond. That low hum of agreement that followed—“I have to agree”—seemed to reverberate in your chest, grounding you and upending you all at once.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your composure slipping, the warmth rising from your chest to your face, blooming like a flush of petals that wouldn’t stop spreading. Were you imagining it? Reading too much into a simple response? He had always been measured with his words, careful to say only what he meant—but what did this mean?

The thoughts looped in your mind as you stared down at the now-cleared table, the edges of the placemat a blur. When you finally looked up, his eyes were still on you, patient, as though waiting for you to catch up to some conclusion he’d already reached.

The words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Is this a date?”

For a split second, you panicked. Maybe you’d said too much. Maybe you’d made it weird. But then his eyebrows raised, just slightly, and his lips curved into something small but genuine. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” You tried to play it cool, but your voice betrayed you, coming out softer than you’d intended. “It feels like one.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, leaning forward just enough for his elbow to rest against the edge of the table. “I would’ve dressed a little nicer if I knew I was taking you out out.” His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes suggested something more—a hopefulness that mirrored your own.

Your heart swelled at the words, a warmth unfurling in your chest that no amount of teasing could deflate.

“Do you… want it to be a date?” He asked, then.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the directness of the question, and you wondered if he could see how your pulse quickened.

“I dunno… I mean,” You sighed, “On paper, I’m still married.”

Aki quirked a brow, “I think we’re a little far past that, aren’t we?”

You laughed – a genuine one, one that made your chest feel light. “I mean, it just doesn’t feel right – us dating before the divorce is finalized.”

There it was again. That word – divorce.

It was hard to believe all of this was really happening.

“Then, it doesn’t have to be a date,” He shrugged, as if divorce and making the relationship official weren’t a big deal. Then, as if he had sensed the way you deflated, he added, “We can go on our first date when everything is finalized – go out ‘n celebrate,” Then, he smiled, “I’d take you somewhere way nicer than this, anyway.”

You could have laughed at the absurdity of it all. In fact, you almost did. “Celebrating a divorce with your mistress. That’s not something you hear every day,” You grinned.

For a moment, a part of you doubted if this—all of this—was the right thing to do. The thought lingered like a shadow, nudging at the edges of your mind even as you tried to ignore it. Was it too soon? Too messy? Too complicated? The weight of your still-intact marriage loomed large, a tether that made it hard to feel fully present. But even as those doubts surfaced, another part of you felt freer than you had in years—like unshackling yourself from a life that had stopped fitting long ago.

A part of you wondered if – after all was said and done – Aki would leave you hanging. Leave you all alone with nothing but the wreckage of your life.

But you took one long look into his eyes, and you knew that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Half-lidded and glimmering with affection, his eyes gazed back at you with nothing but pure adoration. He was in love.

I don’t think I have anything to worry about, you thought. As long as I have him, that is.

Before either of you could speak again, the waiter approached, his polite smile breaking the stillness of the moment. “How was everything?” he asked, his voice chipper.

Aki leaned back slightly, his tone relaxed yet earnest. “It was wonderful, thank you.”

The waiter nodded, seeming pleased, and placed the check down on the table. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said before stepping away, leaving you both alone again.

You reached for your purse instinctively, fingers brushing the leather strap as you glanced at the small black folder between you and Aki. But before you could pull it closer, he slapped his card down onto the table.

“Don’t even think about it,” He grumbled, though there was a flirty lilt to his words.

“Aki, you’ve already done so much for me, letting me crash and–” You sighed, attempting to gently pry the checkbook out from beneath his fingertips. “At least let me pay for this.”

“No,” He answered without saving a beat.

You furrowed your brows, “Halvsies?”

He made a similar expression, tilting his head at you as if that was the stupidest question he had ever been asked, “Are we… friends, or something?”

“Not really,” You bit your lip, a cheeky little smile threatening to break loose. “We’re not really dating, either, though, are we?”

“Friends don’t say I love you,” Aki slid the checkbook back over to his side of the table. Leaning in, he added, “A friend wouldn’t make you cum the way I do, either.”

Your face was on fire – you were probably red as a fire truck. You hissed, “Aki.”

“It’s the truth,” He replied. It was evident that he couldn’t possibly have cared less about where the two of you were.

“What, so you’re telling me you don’t go around giving all of your friends head?” You whispered back, barely fighting off a smile.

“You won’t win this game, so don’t start,” He deadpanned. Unfolding the checkbook, he glanced over the bill, quickly slipping his card into the slot at the top. “Or I can show you just how friendly I am when we get home.”

His words made you bristle in an almost feline manner. “Who says I don’t want that?”

The waiter came by the table a second time, swiping up the checkbook as he did so. Aki looked at you with a smirk that implored you to try and pay the bill now.

“You’re a fiend,” He muttered with a shake of his head. “I just got out of the hospital, anyway. Doctor told me to avoid any…” Here, his gaze dipped, running over the length of your shoulders, your trembling hands. “Strenuous activity.”

You leaned forward, perching your chin on your palm. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you teased. “Wouldn’t want you to pull your back.”

He quirked a brow. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing where you test my patience,” He replied. “Try and make me give you what you want.”

“And what do I want, Captain?” You licked your lips – shamelessly, too. You were truly unhinged.

Aki visibly folded at the nickname, eyes softening. His lips parted, as if he were about to say something, but before he could, the waiter returned with the check, setting it down on the table in front of Aki with a quiet, “Have a lovely evening.”

“If you wait thirty minutes,” He purred, “I can show you.”

(You had never left a restaurant quicker in your entire life).

Aki wound up doing no such thing. In fact, the two of you made a little pit stop at the convenience store to pick up some essential items for you – including skincare and a four animal-print face masks – before going home. Now, Aki sat sandwiched between you and the couch, with you sitting in his lap, laying a face mask onto his skin. His bangs were clipped back with the stupid little butterfly clips you had picked up, and he looked adorable – jammies and all.

He pouted, “This feels ridiculous.”

“Oh, shut up,” You retorted with a roll of your eyes, “They’re supposed to be relaxing, and you could stand to loosen up a little.”

A few feet away, Denji was trying to show Power how to open a face mask packet. It was a fruitless endeavor – one that ended with her biting into the plastic and ripping it off with her teeth. While he argued with her, his own tiger-print mask was sliding off of his face. His hair was clipped in the front the same way Aki’s was.

“God, you’re hopeless,” Denji muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying his amusement.

Aki sighed. “This is chaos.”

“And yet,” you teased, running a finger over his mask for the final smoothing touch, “You’re still here, participating.”

Just as you turned to grab your own face mask, you felt Aki’s fingers wiggle against your sides. A squeal tore from your throat as he tickled you mercilessly, his stoic mask cracking into a rare grin.

“Aki! Stop!” you yelped, squirming to escape.

“Not until you admit this is ridiculous,” he teased, his voice light in a way that sent a flutter through your chest.

“Never!” you cried, twisting in his lap and finally managing to push his hands away.

The moment you turned back to scold him, Aki caught you off guard. His hands found your waist again, but this time, they steadied you just before he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and unhurried, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment, and your heart stuttered in response.

Aki's kiss caught you entirely off guard. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away—when you instead leaned into him—he pressed in just a little more. His hands, still resting at your waist, tightened slightly, grounding you. The faint scent of his cologne, crisp and woodsy, mingled with the faint cucumber aroma of the face mask, and for a moment, the world shrank to just the two of you.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, and the tension that always seemed to weigh him down melted under your touch. It wasn’t like Aki to be so open, so unguarded, but in this instant, there was nothing but the quiet exchange of warmth, a wordless confession in the way his lips lingered against yours.

It wasn’t until Denji’s exaggerated gagging sound shattered the stillness that the spell broke. “Blech! Get a room!”

Power tilted her head, squinting. “Why would they need a whole room? The couch is big enough.”

You pulled away, face burning as Aki shot Denji a look that could wither a plant. “Mind your business.”

“Hard to do when you’re face-smashin’ right in front of me!” he retorted, adjusting his sliding mask with exaggerated annoyance.

You pulled back first, albeit reluctantly, though it wasn’t much of a retreat—your faces still hovered close, noses nearly brushing. Aki’s eyes flickered open, his usual calm slightly disrupted by the barest hint of embarrassment, though he didn’t let you go. His hands remained firm at your waist, keeping you close as if he wasn’t quite ready for the moment to end either.

Your breath came out in a soft laugh, the sound barely audible over your thudding heart. “Well,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly, “that’s one way to loosen up.”

Aki’s lips quirked into a small smile, his voice low and teasing. “I think I’m starting to like spa night. Let’s do this more often.”

Denji groaned dramatically, throwing himself back against the couch cushions. “Ugh, you two are the worst.”

You sighed, your gaze still locked with Aki’s for a beat longer before you finally, begrudgingly, pulled away fully. You missed the way his fingers lingered at your waist, how his eyes followed you even as you turned to address Denji.

“Alright, fine,” you said, shaking off the lingering butterflies. “We have about 20 minutes with these masks. What do you guys wanna do to blow time?”

Denji perked up at that, glaring at you like he’d just been handed ammunition. Aki, meanwhile, leaned back against the couch, his expression settling back into its usual calm—though the faintest flush on his cheeks betrayed him. You felt it too, a warm buzz that lingered on.

Aki’s arm rested comfortably around your shoulders, his thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles against your upper arm. Despite the teasing and laughter filling the room, you felt grounded by his steady presence.

“Truth or dare?” Aki asked suddenly, his calm voice cutting through the noise.

Denji blinked, his brow furrowing. “What’s that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a game, Denji. You pick ‘truth’ or ‘dare.’ If you pick truth, you have to answer any question honestly. If you pick dare, you have to do whatever the other person tells you.”

Denji’s face lit up with a mischievous grin. “Oh, I’m gonna make you all regret teaching me this. Alright, cool. I dare Power to take a bath.”

Power’s head snapped up, indignation written all over her face. “I never said dare! I was going to say truth!”

Denji shrugged. “Truthfully, you smell like shit.”

Power gasped dramatically, clutching at her chest. “You DARE insult me in my own home?”

“You DARE stink up my air?” Denji fired back. “Seriously, it’s bad. Like, I’m surprised we’re all still breathing.”

You turned to Aki, raising an eyebrow. “Are you going to say something about this?”

He gave a small shrug, his expression unreadable but his lips twitching with amusement. “For once, I’m with him.”

“See? Even stick-in-the-ass agrees with me,” Denji cackled.

“Fuck you,” Aki hissed. “Twat.”

Power huffed, folding her arms with exaggerated pride. “I’ll only bathe if I lose a dare.”

The game surged forward in full chaotic force after Power’s dramatic declaration. She leaned back on the couch, crossing her arms smugly, as if daring someone to challenge her resolve. Denji, of course, took that as a personal mission.

“Alright, alright,” Denji said, cracking his knuckles. “Next round. Power, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Power said immediately, grinning. “I’m far too cunning for your ridiculous dares.”

Denji’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Fine. What’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever done?”

Power didn’t even hesitate. “I ate a bug I found under the sink last week.”

“Oh my god,” you shrieked, recoiling in horror.

Denji looked torn between admiration and nausea. “That’s so gross but… also kinda badass.”

“Badass?!” you exclaimed, turning to Aki for support.

“She’s disgusting,” Aki said flatly, though there was a flicker of exasperated amusement in his expression.

Power preened at the response. “Thank you for noticing my magnificence. My turn again!”

“No way,” Denji interrupted. “You don’t get to go twice in a row. It’s their turn.” He pointed at you and Aki, his grin turning sharp. “Alright, lovebirds. Which one of you is gonna play?”

Aki sighed, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “I’ll go. Truth.”

Denji rubbed his hands together like an evil mastermind. “Are you guys in an actual relationship or are you just fuckin’?”

The room went quiet, the tension crackling like static electricity.

Aki didn’t flinch, his expression calm as he met Denji’s expectant stare. “That’s not really your business.”

“Hey, hey, that’s not how the game works!” Denji protested, waving his arms. “You gotta answer!”

Aki shrugged, completely unbothered. “I just did.”

You nudged him with your elbow, though your cheeks were burning. “By not answering, you’re only giving him more ammunition.”

Denji groaned loudly, throwing himself back against the couch. “You two are so boring. Power, do something dramatic!”

Power snapped to attention. “Truth or dare?” she demanded, pointing at Denji.

“Dare,” he replied instantly, his bravado returning.

Power grinned like a cat about to pounce. “I dare you to run outside and yell ‘Power is the queen of the world’ at the top of your lungs!”

Denji didn’t even hesitate. He leapt to his feet and bolted out the door. A moment later, his voice rang through the night, startling several nearby birds.

“Power is the queen of the world!”

When he stomped back inside, his chest heaving, you couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah, but I’m fun,” Denji shot back, collapsing onto the couch with a proud grin.

Denji's triumphant declaration echoed through the room as he plopped back onto the couch, shaking water droplets from his hair after his dramatic outdoor yell. Power cackled, her chest puffed up in exaggerated pride as though his dare somehow validated her self-proclaimed title.

“Alright, alright,” Denji said, waving a hand as he caught his breath. “Who's next? Let’s keep this going before it gets boring again.”

You raised your hand. “I’ll go. Power, truth or dare?”

Power smirked, leaning forward. “Dare, obviously. Give me your best shot, mortal.”

You grinned, eyes narrowing. “I dare you to drink this entire bottle of water without spilling it, using only your mouth—no hands.”

Power squawked in outrage. “This is an insult to my dignity! I am no dog!”

“Well, you don’t smell much better than one,” Denji quipped, earning himself a glare.

With a dramatic flourish, Power leaned forward, grabbed the edge of her bottle with her teeth, and awkwardly tipped her head back. The water sloshed everywhere, soaking her shirt and the couch cushions. She spat the bottle out onto the coffee table with a proud grin. “Success!”

“Yeah, sure,” Aki muttered, brushing a hand over his damp pants where some of the water had splashed.

“Your turn, Aki,” Denji said, rubbing his hands together. “Truth or dare?”

Aki sighed deeply, as if already regretting his decision. “Dare.”

Denji’s grin turned predatory. “I dare you to let your hair down for the rest of the night.”

Aki blinked, caught off guard. “That’s it?”

“No, wait—” Denji’s face lit up with a devilish thought. “And you have to let Power style it!”

Power howled with laughter. “Yes! I’ll do it!”

You watched, half-amused and half-apologetic, as Aki begrudgingly sat still while Power tugged and twisted his hair with zero finesse, producing a lopsided braid that looked like it had barely survived a hurricane.

“There,” Power declared, clapping her hands together. “Magnificent!”

Aki reached up to feel the disaster on his head, his expression unamused. “I’m never trusting any of you again.”

“Okay, okay, my turn!” Denji said eagerly. “Truth or dare, babe?” He pointed dramatically at you.

At this point, who gave a shit about order, right?

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. “Dare.”

His grin widened. “Alright, I dare you to answer this question – am I cute?”

Your jaw dropped. “That’s not a dare!”

“Sure it is,” Denji said, shrugging with mock innocence. “You have to answer, or you lose. So, what’s it gonna be? Am I cute, or am I not cute?”

Power leaned forward, clearly invested. “Answer truthfully, mortal. Denji’s fragile ego depends on this.”

Aki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but unable to hide the faint twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

You crossed your arms, glaring at Denji, who looked entirely too smug. “Fine. You’re... adorable.”

The room erupted into laughter.

“I’m not adorable!” Denji shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “What do you think I am, a dog?”

“Exactly,” you replied, grinning.

Aki, clearly enjoying himself now, leaned back with an amused hum. “Sounds accurate to me.”

Power, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, added, “You do smell like a dog most of the time, so it’s fitting.”

“Traitors, all of you!” Denji grumbled, flopping back against the couch dramatically. “I’m the cutest one here, and you all know it.”

Aki shook his head, his voice calm but cutting. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Denji shot him a look. “Fine, Aki, your turn again! Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Aki said without hesitation.

Denji’s mischievous grin returned. “Alright, serious question. Do you think you’re cute?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of you. “Oh, this is good.”

Aki didn’t even flinch. “No.”

Okay then.

The bluntness of his answer caught Denji off guard. “Wait, seriously?”

Aki shrugged. “I don’t think about it.”

“Lame,” Denji groaned. He turned to you. “Do you think he’s cute? Like, boyfriend cute?”

The room went silent again, and you felt every pair of eyes on you. Your face heated under the scrutiny, but you refused to back down.

“Yes,” you said firmly, meeting Aki’s gaze. “He is.”

For a moment, Aki just stared at you, his eyes softening. Then he reached up, brushing his hand lightly against your hair. “Thanks,” he said quietly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. (Of course, it was hard to take him seriously when his hair was so atrociously braided).

“Don’t start,” Denji groaned, breaking the moment.

“You asked,” you shot back, laughing.

a/n: hiiiiiii, i hope you liked the fruits of my labor. (the real holdup was actually next chapter, which proved to be much more difficult to write)... anywho i'm not gonna say too much because I'll see y'all in the next chapter. Let me know your thoughts!! Ta ta!! xx QOTD: do you think denji sneaks into aki's room to try on his clothes when he's not home? bc i do.

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House of Finarfin | Getting Into A Fight for Their S/O

A/N: For my inactivity, have a cookie 🍪 and some headcanons for the golden boys. It was nearly impossible to write for this house when they’re so classy and more tamed than the others. Like imagine Finarfin getting into a fistfight (⊙_⊙)？

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Finarfin

This elf does not condone violence and would not even for the slightest allow himself to engage in such unmannered acts…before the public eye or yours. You really believe if push came to shove, Finarfin would be a bit violent, and I don’t mean physical alteration.

Underneath, he’s boiling with rage and desires to jump–kick that idiot (for the first time he felt physical impulses) who decided to spill belittling accusations about you and his family. The glass in his hand has cracks on the side, ready to shatter.

Aware that this matter would become worse as the idiot prattles forever on, he’ll call his men to have them removed and thrown into prison to spend the night or a few days. While that occurs, he drags you off to enjoy the rest of the night doing everything to dissipate his anger.

During the night when you’re fast asleep—which he ensures before departing—he’ll pay his newly recruited prisoner a visit for a nice heart–to–heart conversation. This means he’s rolled up his sleeves to brace the perpetrator against the wall and have them sweating bullets.

No one has ever seen Finarfin like this, nor will anyone ever (and believe it). Finarfin is still elegant as ever as he speaks menacingly and warns the prisoner to never let it happen again or this nice talk would be different.

By sunrise, he’s back in bed and cuddled up at your side. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear and expressing his love and adoration as though he wasn’t threatening someone in the prison cells hours earlier for indecent behaviour.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Finrod

Remember that this is the same Nom Nom who fought with a werewolf naked and killed it with his teeth. So without further ado, how foolish does one need to be to provoke our quiet Finrod? Astronomically.

All Finrod wants to do is enjoy the night with his lover and family and get drunk from the unlimited stock of wine, but someone has to ruin his night by throwing physical insults and jabs at you. As a composed individual, he’ll attempt to dissolve the issue, but nothing ever goes as planned.

The next thing you know, you’re witnessing a fluffy golden–haired male going ‘left right uppercut goodnight’ and a bite in the middle of the celebration and a bunch of guards and his brothers are rushing to prevent the fight from escalating.

Finrod is seething with a calming rage that appears terrifying because all he’s doing is S T A R I N G as they remove him from the beaten–to–pulp perpetrator on the floor. It’s the look in his eyes which no one has ever seen before that’s sending fear down your spine.

His brothers would suggest that you tag along to show Finrod that you were safe and alright. They would make you stay with him the rest of the night to keep him busy instead of doing something impulsive.

Finrod would be embarrassed and ashamed when he snapped out of his state and realised that you just witnessed him in an unhinged manner, fighting someone. So much apologies, Finrod would throw himself on his knees to beg for forgiveness while you’re cleaning his injuries. The sight would make you chuckle and freeze.

“Findo, sweetheart. I know you’re sorry, but you were also defending me, don’t apologise.” Give him some kisses and cuddle him to relieve his stress. His glow would return.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Angrod

He’s hot–headed and could give a few of the Feanorians a run for their money when it comes to flying off the railing and diving headfirst into a fight to defend you. He’s not giving the individual a chance to beg for forgiveness because in his mind, “Why would you talk about my S/O as a joke?”

Seeing Angrod in a fight comes off as…normal due to already seeing his and Aegnor’s temper. You naturally had the inclination that him getting into physical altercations would occur, however, you were expecting it other reasons.

Cue, his older brother and cousins getting involved to struggle drag a madman away as he shouts profanities across the room and attempts to break free of their grasp. He’s seething and fighting to break free to finish what he started.

You would have to be stern in order to gain his attention away from the perpetrator being dragged off. If you thought Finrod did damage, wait till you see what his younger brother managed.

S H A K E him back into reality because his focus is elsewhere, refusing to meet your eyes, mostly because he still isn’t aware of your presence yet. But still, give him a violet shake and scold him for injuring himself because his knuckles were all bruised.

Angrod would remain broody for the rest of the night while you pull his ears and pinch him to drop the altercation because he’s swearing under his breath every chance he gets. Push him in a pool of cold water to wake him up and join him for a swim, he’s finally dropped it.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . Aegnor

Angrod 2.0 because he throwing his fists with fervour, left and right the minute words of insult are thrown in your direction. Insult him, but not his family or his beloved. In the beginning, there would be a small attempt at escaping the scene because you’re there and he doesn’t wish for you to overhear.

Yet, the fool who wishes to continue prattling doesn’t get the hint when receiving the look of death. Some extra foul words would be exchanged before Aegnor releases himself from your grasp and lunges at the elf, dragging him across the floor.

Never before had you seen your lovestruck elf so enraged, and it terrified you, even if the matter were to defend your name and honour. The sight of his calmest and most treasured smile vanished into the air when you caught a glimpse of his face stone–set and focused on the actions.

However, it was the guards under the order of his father who tugged him away while he threw daggers at the unconscious elf. The person who could speak sense into him would be you reassuring him that you were fine, and no harm was delivered.

Hold and squeeze him tightly as you pepper his face with butterfly kisses and turn his attention onto you (kisses are the best way to keep him focused on you). Probably take him for a swim for his stress to fade. Let him skip a few stones to release his frustration.

And when he’s done, reassure him that all is well, and you’re not upset by his choice to defend you. Tell him how brave or fearless (or impulsive) he was to dive into the fight and save your pride, it’ll make him turn into a strawberry.

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Your stance on Rotherham child sexual exploitation is the same as my stance on beating brown children to death with hammers: we are both capable of saying it’s bad.

Would you have supported any policies that would have prevented Rotherham before it happened? If you knew the future, would you support immigration restriction, or is Rotherham a fair price worth paying for unlimited immigration?

This is why I bring up Rotherham all the time: those who endorse mass immigration and the great replacement also implicitly endorse the Rotherham child sexual exploitation scandal. You can’t just support immigration but then say you think Rotherham is bad. The purpose of a system is what it does. The purpose of the western immigration system is to spread Rotherhams across the globe.

Ok, I'll bite.

On July 31st, 1982, 53 people were killed and many more were injured, including 46 children, in a multi-lane pile-up in Beaune, France. On December 11th, 1990, 12 people were killed and 42 were injured in a multi-lane pile-up on Interstate 75 in Calhoun, Tennessee due to fog coming from a nearby paper mill. On March 13th, 1991, a van driver fell asleep on the A4 Motorway near Hungerford, Berkshire in the UK, causing a crash that involved 51 vehicles, killed 10 people and injured 25 more.

These are the consequences of allowing people to drive. The purpose of a system is what it does. If you support the existence of cars, you implicitly support these awful accidents, and approve of these people's deaths. #racist anon endorsed. You endorse these people's deaths. I don't drive a car. I've never driven. I'm willing to bet you drive. That's because you don't care about the 46 children who died Beaune, France that fateful day.

How is it reasonable of you to supported driving? How is it reasonable of you to think that driving should be legal? The western car manufacturing system has the purpose of spreading Beaunes across the globe.

Would you have supported any policies that would have stopped Beaune before it happened? Would you have supported restrictions on the number of cars sold, or is Beaune a fair price to pay for unlimitted driving?

Western children will not be safe until driving is made illegal and all cars are melted down. You tell me, anon, if you can live with those 46 dead children on your conscience.

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grox · 2 months ago

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I'm so sorry my loyal soldiers but there are no rations for this war there is only unlimited candy bars and were not actually fighting men we are fighting big yummy chocolate covered marshmallow santas and the only way to kill them is to take a big bite!

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Heya Vex, just wondering how venomous Mambas are?

He’s been a bit jumpy since the eggs hatched, so I wanna be prepared in case I startle him.

*Mambas are the second most venomous lamia we have in the shop. Their venom is extremely potent, and they are very likely to bite, especially when guarding their eggs or hatchlings. Fortunately, we offer unlimited supplies of anti-venom to Mamba owners to treat biting incidents.

*As long as Mamba bites are treated quickly (and weren't given by a full-sized Mamba with strong killing intent which is thankfully extremely rare), the bite is only slightly painful and not fatal. There will likely be swelling at the site of the bite, but no lasting effects.

*All anti-venom in the shop is now made our resident FireRings. They have developed fast-acting and effective formulas infused with magic. Thanks to these efforts, anti-venom is available as a topical cream. No shots!

#vexy answers #mylenapony11 #lamia bittybones #lamia bitty info #lamia bitty venom #mamba bitty #mamba lamia bitty #firering bitty #firering lamia bitty

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lymtw · 6 months ago

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if u see bite marks on ur fic, it wasnt me trying to eat it nononono 😋🤰 (twas delish tysm <3)

on a side note, toji and shy reader reminds me sm of fave trope: flower shop vendor x tattoo artist/tattoo shop owner. idk if thats common but the fics with that trope always deliverrr esp with the domestic stuff, them being opposites of each other—gives me so much soft sweet endearing feelingsssuh, like how u write toji and shy reader :3

anyways sry for rambling, i jus rly love ur fics sm i wish i could eat them. ily mal mwah 💋

Could've sworn I saw missing chunks on my fic... oh well, it's made to be consumed anyway 😚🫶🏼

Flower shop vendor x Tattoo artist??? It's like the sun illuminating a cloudy sky and it sounds so, so very cute! 😭💗 I'll have to do a little digging to find some of those fics because now i'm intrigued.

I really enjoy writing out Toji and shy reader because in my head it goes something like this...

Toji, a big, strong man who kills people for a living, looks mean and scary, and has a sharp tongue towards those who irk him, is with someone so gentle and soft spoken and just overall kindhearted. You'd think he would overlook someone like that—someone who can barely look him in the eyes as she speaks—but he's on his knees, entirely smitten for her. He's so careful with her heart and keeps it in both of his enormous hands, despite it fitting in one, to make sure he doesn't drop it. His patience is unlimited when it comes to her and when she speaks to him, he's hanging onto her every word. He knows it would be so easy to break her, which is why his gaze softens when directed towards her, and he doesn't raise his voice, and he never taps his foot impatiently when she's collecting her thoughts. She is his peace.

Shy reader is constantly on edge around Toji, not understanding what he sees in her. She's confused as to why a man as handsome and outgoing as him is sticking around and why he calls and texts first and asks if she's eaten anything. She fails to understand why he wants her around despite how often Toji tells her about how he turns down outings with colleagues in favor of spending time with her. His affection makes her go rigid. If he stares at her for longer than a second when she's doing something, she gets nervous and loses the ability to focus. Her heart is put to work whenever he's around, but that feeling of being unloveable for these "flaws" is put to rest for moments at a time when he keeps coming back to her.

There, we both rambled 😊 Love you 💙

#❁ mal can talk ❁

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pricescigar · 7 months ago

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Love bites pt1

Elvira Wolff X John Price

Summary: Elvira Wolff, one of the most powerful Vampire hunters. After her father was driven by madness after turning into a Vampire, she made an impossible choice. A choice that had to be done.

Vampires are a plague, a plague that has been a part of human history for a long time. It all started in Medieval England, a man driven by madness. The legend of Dracula was spread through generations, let it be legend or folklore. Or a story to tell children before bed, all of the stories were true. If it wasn't for the Wolff Family to form the Hunters regime all those years ago, humanity wouldn't have survived the undead army.

Long live Reinhard Wolff. The man who Dracula away, for good. But the young sorcerer knew that was just the beginning.

With his great vast knowledge he and other allies formed the Hunters regime together as one. To protect the innocents from the creatures of the night, and all other supernatural creatures.

In foreign lands, Dracula found his new home. With his new found knowledge of science and magic, he built his new Castle. Free to do whatever he wished, in the midst of building his undead army and Vampire allies… What he mostly did. Was waiting. Waiting for her… After all, Dracula had all the time in the world now.

The Wolff family became a strong willed family as the generations went by, chasing Dracula to the foreign lands he presumably fled to. The family eventually settled into Wallachia. Soon, other hunters joined them and made their settlement there. And in 1455, Dietrich and Mia Wolff had a beautiful baby girl. And they named her Elvira Wolff. Unfortunately, due to the severity of the birth, Mia passed away.

Growing up Elvira had a difficult and strained relationship with her father, despite that Elvira wanted to become a Hunter like her father. And also because since it was what her family was known for, she didn't have any other choice. And so when she was old enough, she trained with him.

Elvira spent her days reading Supernatural books, training in the courtyard, knowing what spells to conjure to protect herself, to attack as well. And knowing when to catch a Vampire and kill it.

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”

That's what her father always said to her the moment she became a Vampire Hunter, but how ironic he drove himself to madness because of his own work? Within a small time frame, Elvira had to bury her uncles and her godparents. With a heavy heart, she carried the burden of the fact her father now became a monster. She didn't dare to tell her other fellow hunters.

“He's just dreadfully sick.” She'd say.

“I do not know what it is.” She'd say.

“Perhaps in a few days he would be much better.” She'd say.

Nor could she even back up on what happened to her God parents now her uncles, Elvira felt her hear break every time when they were mentioned. But she had to keep her head held up high, wanting to be strong for the other hunters. Not showing one mount of emotion at all.

Elvira knew what it was. This was her problem, her problem that she had to deal with on her own. She never liked asking for help, and if anyone knew her father was a Vampire… The scandal It'll cause.

There was one thing she would never forget. How his eyes quickly changed to that crimson colour, to how his skin became pale as snow. His teeth became sharp like daggers; The thirst of human blood began.

A Vampire.

Her father always had a thirst for power, being a Vampire wasn't enough for him. He craved more and more each time, the claps and cheers of recognition wasn't enough. He always wanted more. Even if it meant becoming a Vampire with unlimited power and immortality. The monster Hunter becomes a monster himself.

Elvira had to make a choice one person shouldn't make, to save her own skin. She would burn the wolff estate down, with her father in it. When the clock struck midnight, her plan began.

Gathering every weapon she could possibly use to her advantage to defeat him. Knowing her father wouldn't be sleeping, she walked around her room getting her crossbow ready along with arrows dabbed in holy water. Elvira tied her hair back so it wouldn't get in her face, hearing flapping against her door Elvira glanced over to see a bat.

A large bat flapped it's wings against the window, Elvira did her best to ignore it knowing it was just some dumb bat. Or a Vampire who had transformed into a bat, waiting to be invited in.

“Shoo, go away. Filthy thing…” Elvira gestured her hands near the window, muttering under her breath in frustration. Watching it fly away from her window.

Elvira grabbed a stake and a hammer. She felt her heart thumping against her chest, quietly speaking to herself before walking over to her father's bedroom. From a manor that was always beautifully lit up, allowing sunlight in now became dark as the night with dimly lit candles dotted around. It would become a fire hazard if someone would accidentally bump into it.

Approaching her father’s room Elvira slowly opened the door, conveniently she saw him resting for once. Vampires rarely rest, unless in broad daylight. So she found it strange why he was “resting” tonight.

Elvira approached her father's bed, putting her stake where his heart should be. Just as she raised the hammer, Dietrich's eyes opened. Elvira's eyes widened too, before she could even blink her father quickly grabbed her neck. With such speed he shoved her against the wall, gasping for breath Elvira looked up at him.

“You foolish child. Haven't I taught you nothing?” Dietrich seethed through his teeth, holding onto her neck tighter.

Elvira gasped for breath feeling him holding onto her neck tighter, having no choice but to drop the stake. She chuckled faintly. “You've taught me many things…” She managed to say.

With her free hand she grabbed her silver necklace and pressed it against his cheek hard, Dietrich let out a hissing noise hos shape canine teeth showing.

“It's something about a young born Vampire, always arrogant.” Elvira spoke, she kicked the Candles that were standing on a small stand watching it fall, watching the fire catch contact with the furniture and it caught on fire.

“This ends now, I won't tolerate this any longer.” Elvira spoke, she used the chance to quickly exit the bedroom. Dietrich had a mark on his cheek due to the silver necklace, sneering his teeth he went after her.

Elvira knocked down most of the candles that were around to produce the fire even more, she covered her mouth as smoke began to form around her, coughing slightly accidentally inhaling the smoke.

At the staircase, Dietrich tackled and the two of them fell down the stairs. He quickly regained his balance while Elvira got up after him, a groan left her lips as she used her crossbow on him and shot him.

Dietrich quickly caught the arrow and broke it. “Useless. You were always useless.” He spoke, with his vampiric speed he tackled her to the ground. His fangs became visible.

“Transforming you will do you good, you'll know the true power of immortality.” He held her down so hee neck was exposed, and he bit down onto her neck.

Elvira groaned out loud in pain as she felt bits of her life force being taken from her, she had to think quickly. Managing to grab one of her stakes, it would only do minimal damage but she didn't care. She stabbed him in the back.

With Dietrich groaning in pain, Elvira pushed him away. She quickly got up and grabbed her crossbow once more, ignoring the blood running down her neck.

“I'm not scared of you anymore.” Elvira shouted back at him, she concentrated as Dietrich kept dodging every single attack she made. It became more difficult to see as the Estate began to burst up in flames, one of the pillars fell and Elvira quickly jumped and dodged it just in time.

Dietrich looked up and the pillar fell on him, pinning him down to the ground. She glanced over to Dietrich who was under the pillar, quickly going towards him she aimed her crossbow at his head.

“This is for killing the people I care for. My family!” Elvira struck the arrow in his eye, he was hissing and screaming in pain. She felt her heart beating faster. Leaving him trapped under the pillar, now she needed to find a way to escape.

With bits of wood falling down and blocking the main entrance, Elvira looked around. No doubt someone would've caught wind of smoke forming from their location, help would be coming soon. Elvira went over to the window, using her elbow to break the window. She quickly climbed out and ran away. Running down the dirt road to get away, in the distance she heard a group of horses.

Elvira caught her breath, and put her hands on her legs for a moment. She knew the Hunters would be approaching soon, all she had to do was wait. What didn't help was that she began to feel faint due to her father biting her neck. She fell down on the stairs and her eyes closed.

By the time the other hunters approached, they saw Elvira was unconscious and in danger. One of the men quickly picked her up, and put her on his horse. The man of men quickly fled back to the main building of the Hunters regime.

“She has a bite mark on her neck, though it doesn't look lethal enough for her to be turned.” The man spoke looking at his Captain.

“Good. When we get back, patch her up and when she wakes up I'll question her. All of those centuries of work, burning down to the ground mow.” The Captain spoke in a solemn tone, shaking his head.

One of the Hunters placed Elvira in a spare room, laying her body on the bed. Making sure she was comfortable enough, before leaving her to rest. Elvira's chest was rising up and down calmly, outside the window the moonlight shone. The same bat again, hanging above her window.

#call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod modern warfare #captain price #john price #cod fic #cod oc #oc #ocs #elvira wolff #johnvira

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Biscuits’ Oven Jealousy Hours

(page 1220-1247)

Eggs and Biscuits are my new favorite characters. We were previously warned that they were morons, but I did not expect their names to be so literal or their powers to be so ridiculous. Eggs, it seems, can summon a duplicate of himself from another timeline every time his egg timer rings, which is often. In one timeline somebody has taken a bite out of his hat as though he is a peeled hard boiled egg. Biscuits, on the other hand, is able to time travel into the future by climbing into an oven and waiting for the future to arrive. People think he’s too stupid to realize he’s not time traveling, but personally I think he’s pulling the best scam ever. He gets an excuse to hide away, chill and not interact with anyone (or put himself in harm’s way). That’s a sweet deal.

We meet Fin, and the thread of Droog recruiting Deuce to assist in a diabolical past/future trail plot gets tied up beautifully. I like how past and future trails dissipate over time, putting limitations on Fin and Trace’s powers and making it easier to follow the panels visually. I also really like these shots of Deuce (p.1226-7) which is just like previous shots we’ve seen of dream Jade and robot Jade side by side, now with versions of a character from different points in time instead of in space.

‘Doze unslows himself and begins mumbling something feverishly. About his hat.’ I was a fool for not realizing how perfectly a character like Doze can be used for a punchline. The outcome of Deuce and Itchy’s game of musical hats and the previous line that this game might be ‘driving [Doze] nuts. Just very slowly’ (p.1181) being a giant bomb under Doze’s hat absolutely works. It’s a satisfying payoff for a miniature time travel escapade that was a little convoluted, but still followable and consistent.

That particular scheme tied up, there is still a week ish to go in the intermission, so who knows what’ll happen to complicate things further. The Midnight Crew are doing pretty well on the green torsos but we still haven’t caught a glimpse of Clover, Stitch, Sawbuck, Cans, or of course Snowman and Lord English. And we are barely at 10% completion on clocks destroyed so the Midnight Crew better step up their game if they wanna 100% the Felt Mansion.

‘Spades Slick cannot return to being Hearts Boxcars because obviously Diamonds Droog is too busy being Clubs Deuce.’ (p.1242) is a top tier line. I won’t overthink it, I will just accept its truth. Not sure what tone to take from the ‘But we all realized it. Because it's obvious and couldn't possibly be more clear’ later on that page though – but no matter which way I take it, it feels kind of unnecessary.

Anyway I am putting on my tinfoil hat again to talk about page 1236, where we once again see Die in the timeline where Slick is dead, in the strange colored wasteland. Blue and red sand, pink crystalline rocks left behind, emerald city in the distance, large green planet/moon in the sky, and a smaller pink planet/moon with its own tiny satellite. It is REALLY beautiful and looks very alien.. And it is ‘a desert amidst the ruins of a dead civilization’ (p.1236) just like what happened to WV, so... this is a different planet who played Sburb? In which case the Felt must have been the players who beat Sburb and survived and were able to come back to their old planet, while the Midnight Crew are the equivalents of WV, PM and AR, who left the game and actually succeeded in their civic infrastructure goals? And these are two rival gangs because they are literally the only people left alive? Presumably at one point there was one chess piece for each Sburb player, but the others may have been killed already, or the pieces from Prospit may not have wanted to be involved in crime?

Does this mean that getting some sick ass time powers is the prize for winning Sburb? It’s definitely on brand for Skaia given its ability to show scenes from all across time, but it’s not quite the ‘unlimited creative potential’ that was promised. Unless only Lord English has access to that, since he’s ‘killable only through a number of glitches and exploits in spacetime’ (p.1239) and probably has the powers of all the others combined? Did he just level up way more than his friends? Or complete an objective they didn’t, or screw them over inside the game? Is this wasteland/city the kind of life that John, Rose, Dave and Jade have to ‘look forward’ to if they win? Will John get to live in Can Town? Or is what we’re seeing now a ‘bad ending’ for Sburb, and the beta kids will be able to achieve a ‘good ending’ if they work together, where (for example) they can use these time powers to somehow entirely rewind time and stop Sburb from ever being invented or the meteors ever being triggered or something else? I know Nannasprite said Earth is ‘done for’ (p.427) but maybe not in all timelines? Or could the powers even be used to stop Skaia itself? what is going on????

#homestuck #reaction #post written at port authority bus terminal #i love to pass through new york city. but ONLY pass through #wonderful to come here and even more wonderful to leave #i always look around and am like. wow what a place #but if i spent more than 24 hours here i would suffer permanent damage #someone leaned SO far over the subway tracks just to spit that i suddenly understood my mom’s lifelong fear of heights #the bagel shop was playing ‘it’s a hard knock life’ on repeat so customers would leave #it took 30 minutes to get midnight fries at the dial up RNG mcdonalds #10/10 experience will visit again. goodbye!#chrono

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