#but instead ive gotten distracted

[notshphnxx]

this is an old quiz but kinda just occurred to me that it could be good vibes for here...

[sanchoyo]

sapote is officially, as of now (3 days in...) the most attacked chara of mine on art fight. missus worldwide. miss universe. going 2 usurp queen and take this 👑

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???

user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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photo 1: lando paid for me to get my nails done !!!

photo 2: :D

photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]

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yourusername final days in heaven. i’ll miss so much about this place

👤 tagged bestfriend, landonorris

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

landonorris seconded

user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

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o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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yourusername lately :)

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user you are so ! gorgeous !

user i can see why lando is obsessed

user speaking of… where is our favorite brit in the likes☹️

oscarsgf pretty girl!!!

yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!

user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

landonorris leave this comment section now

yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks — i’ve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat too🤍

for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

taglist (found here): @idkiwantchocolatee @vellicora @alessioayla @bborra @crimeshowjunkie @minkyungseokie @paolexsstuff @celestialpato @champagnelovers101 @loxbbg @hobiismyhopeu @tsukishitm-a @moonypixel @champagneproblems17 @ironmaiden1313 @lqvesoph @sunflower-golden-vol6 @six-call @skatingiswalkingincursive @peqch-pie @m0cha-bunny @woozarts @he6rtshaker @iluvvmeeee @goldenalbon @izzy-marvel @lucyysthings @lichterfee @tallrock35 @treehouse-house @iloveyou3000morgan @scopeiguess @amaranthineghost @gwginnyweasley @hetfieldd @sweetbabygirlsworld @wittywhispers @dark-night-sky-99 @namgification @casperlikej @marshmummy @geniusalpaca

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[daddyfordaeddy]

me devorer, tremee dans le sang [ateez ot8]

⟣ pairing: vampire clan! ateez x f! reader

⟣ genre: vampire au, smut, e for explicit

⟣ warnings: consumption of alcohol, mentions of blood, cursing !! smut warnings under cut

⟣ word count: 2464

⟣ summary: at the annual blood ball, hands wander and blood is spilt. but you have the honour of meeting the hosts of the major event.

⟣ written for a castlevania collab with the lovely sanjoongie [hongjoong & mingi], mingsolo [seonghwa & yunho], potatomountain [jongho & yeosang], flurrys-creativity [wooyoung] <3 enjoy! ive never written an orgy before and im pretty sure its ass but i hope u like it anyway lol

i also may have gotten carried away with wooyoung but mom i love him

smut warning: oral (m & f), vaginal sex, fondling, groping (consensual), biting, marking, blood play (not gorey), dirty talk, alcohol consumption during sex (theyre not drunk (on wine) and its consenual. they dont drink a lot and its only mentioned once), felching - if im missing anything else lmk!

The sound of wet noises fill the mansion, whispers and quiet conversations filtering through the obscene noises. In every corner, the smell of blood is prevalent, hands roaming over bodies. There’s a lustful haze in the room, as there always is during the annual blood ball hosted by the ancient Hala clan, the oldest vampire clan in the region.

Vampires from all over the country—and even some travelling from abroad—all flock to this event, eager to participate in the celebration of the first blood moon of the year. It is a night of celebration, of feeding off each other, of reaching a high, and the most important part…of intimacy.

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Hands roam over your body as you moan into the mouth of one of the hosts, Mingi. His cold hands grip your sides, his thumbs pressing into your ribs as you helplessly try to ride his clothed thigh. Gazes from all around the room rest on you, and you find it vaguely awkward to be the only one unclothed, but Mingi does a good job distracting you from lidded eyes.

You’re the lucky guest chosen to entertain the clan leaders, and you’re already overwhelmed by the pleasure. Bite marks from all eight of the vampires surrounding you litter your body, on your chest, your neck, most of them gathering on your thighs. You aren’t the only marked vampire, though. Mingi shares the same red marks on his neck, lips, and even his pretty fingertips. His blood coursing through your veins makes your eyes roll back in your head as you moan into his mouth.

“I think we’ve done quite enough now,” Mingi groans into your mouth, his rough, honeyed voice making you still your hips. “Come, esteemed guest, why don’t you show your appreciation?”

At his prompting, you slide down to come face to face with his crotch. Carefully, with gentle fingers, you pull down his pants, letting his half-hard cock spring, bobbing against his stomach and dribbling pre-cum. You can’t keep your eyes off it, even as you lower your head to press kisses and nips to the skin of his thighs.

Mingi groans, a rumble in his throat at the sensations. “Don’t tease,” he commands, although there is a lilt of a whine to his voice. His hand works its way through your hair, gripping the strands and tugging, guiding your face closer to his dripping cock.

Instead of gracing him with a response, you lean forward, pressing your lips against the velvet head, before slowly enveloping the tip in your mouth. A long groan escapes Mingi as he throws his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth on his member. His hand in your hair tightens as his cock twitches in your mouth, spilling more sticky pre-cum down your throat.

You’re too focused on sucking Mingi’s cock, you don’t realise how close the other vampires have gotten until you feel cold hands roaming all over your body. As they grab at your flesh, you can’t help but to moan, sending vibrations down the dick in your throat. “Shit!” Mingi exclaims, his grip almost painful in your hair as he pulls you even further down his throbbing cock as he reaches his orgasm. Come shoots down your throat, slightly sweet, and as you pull off, it sticks to your lips and slides down his length. Unable to resist, you lean in to nip at his thighs until you break skin, eyes rolling back in your head as his sweet blood mixes with his come.

The hands are still roaming all over your body, pinching at your flesh and massaging your ass. They wrap themselves around your shoulders and lift your torso up until you’re sitting back on your knees, looking up at the other seven men surrounding you with obvious hard-ons.

One of them, Seonghwa, strides forward, reaching out and grabbing your jaw until your mouth parts involuntarily. “So pretty, hmm?” he hums, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Are you going to keep that pretty mouth open so we can paint you with our come?”

Eagerly, you nod your head, tongue lolling out. Hands reach out to grab at your flesh, pulling you this way and that like a ragdoll until you’re sandwiched between bodies. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a quick kiss before standing straight and stroking his cock, offering the length to you.

Happily, you open your mouth wide and let him guide his dick into your throat, drinking in the breathy moans that leave his mouth. His hands find their way to your hair, pulling you closer to his stomach, making you gag on his cock. The way he just uses you makes something in his gaze burn deliciously, and it doesn’t take long for him to hold your head down as he comes down your throat.

As he pulls out, he bites into his hand and offers the blood pulsing to you. Without any hesitation, you latch on, licking at the wound and your eyes roll back as ecstasy hits you. You can’t even really see what’s going on around you, the hosts surrounding you and making you feel dizzy with their presence and overwhelming aura.

Hongjoong’s face is in front of yours, leaning in closer and closer until he slots his mouth against yours. The kiss is brief, Hongjoong quickly pulling away and straightening up only to rest the head of his cock against your lips. “Come on, pretty,” he hums low in his throat. “Why don’t you put your mouth to use?”

Instead of gracing him with a response, you lean forward slightly to take him into your mouth. The taste of his precum floods your mouth, but it just serves to make you wetter. Your eyes flutter shut as you work your mouth around his length but a hand tugging at your hair causes your eyes to fly open again.

“Keep your gaze on us, esteemed guest. We wouldn’t want you to miss the show,” you hear Yunho’s gravelly voice near your ear as his large hands grasp your waist, squeezing at the flesh. Without warning, his teeth sink into your neck and you can’t help but squirm at the burning sensation of his venom flowing through your veins.

Yunho moans into your neck as your jerky movements have you pressing against his cock. ‘Hold still, pretty,” he murmurs before pressing his cock into your waiting cunt. The sudden feeling of being filled makes you groan, hands scrambling for purchase on Hongjoong’s thighs. Each time you whine or moan around his cock, you can feel it twitch inside of your mouth from the vibrations. His brows are furrowed as his gaze is focused on you intensely.

As Yunho continues thrusting into your wet heat, your mouth slows. “Don’t stop yourself on account of me, esteemed guest,” Yunho teases, reaching over to grab the back of your neck, pushing your head down further onto Hongjoong’s dick. This time, Hongjoong is the one to choke at the sensation of your throat tightening around him and he comes with a drawn-out groan.

The salty taste of his come floods your mouth, but just as quickly as it entered, he pulls out. After a quick pap to your cheek, a new presence moves to sit in front of you, a hard cock already waiting for your attention. “Hello, darling,” San hums, a smile pulling at his cheeks and dimples on full display. “How are we feeling?”

You whine as your response, but all San does is raise an eyebrow and grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes properly. “Good, good, please, please,” you beg, not fully coherent enough to give him a full answer.

A delighted giggle leaves San’s mouth as he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a short kiss, his teeth scraping against your lower lip. His hands glide down your body, pulling at your thighs until your legs inch open enough for him to settle down in between him. He grinds his hips against your crotch, eliciting whines out of your mouth, swallowing each noise you make eagerly.

His cock is pressed against your stomach, and you can feel every twitch against your flesh. “San–” you gasp into his mouth, and it almost feels like his length becomes even harder.

“Come on, say my name, pretty,” San huffs, his breath warm and lips eager. “How much do you want me?”

“Stop teasing the poor guest,” Yunho groans, his hips stilling as he finds his release in your hot cunt, leaning down to bite into your neck and lick away the sting of pain. “She still has four others to service.”

As he pulls out, leaving globs of his release dripping down your thighs, San moves to sit behind you, pulling you into his chest as he slips his cock into your well used cunt. He sighs happily, leaning down to press his lips over the bite mark Yunho left, lapping up the blood beading.

Yeosang greets you quietly with a smile on his ethereal face as he steps closer. Happily, you reach out to grasp his cock, pressing your lips to the lip and looking up at him right before you envelop the head of his dick into your mouth. His perfect lips open slightly in a silent groan at the feeling of you lapping at his veiny length.

Both San and Yeosang are gentle, a welcomed break from the rough fucking you had been receiving up until now, and you let your body relax as you continue to get lost in the haze of being fed from. Their hands play with your hair, brush against your skin, grasp at your flesh, and you’re swallowed up by all the sensations surrounding you.

“You’re so good for us,” Yeosang praises through shuddering breaths as he reaches his high, filling your mouth and throat with his come as San chuckles at the whine escaping your mouth. When he pulls out, Yeosang leans down, licking and nipping at your lips until you can taste the copper taste of blood. Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches around San’s thickness as you come for the first time of the night.

“Good girl,” San hums, leaning in to pepper kisses against your jawline, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. With every slow thrust, his breaths become heavier until he finally reaches his peak as well, filling you with searing come.

You’re granted a minute to catch your breath, gladly taking the glass of wine offered to you by Jongho’s warm hand. When the haze settles over your brain again, you look up at the two remaining vampires. Everyone else has trickled out of the room to mingle again, and the three of you are the only ones left.

Jongho steps forward, chuckling at the sight. “Gonna sit still and let me fuck your throat?” You nod eagerly, letting your mouth drop open willingly as he shuffles forward, pushing his cock into your mouth. He’s girthy, thick, and so fucking good. The ache in your jaw is welcomed as your eyes unfocus and all you can think about is sucking dick.

You’re so out of it you almost don’t notice the other host coming around to stroke your hair. Your eyes slide over to see his smiling face out of the corner of your vision and you whine, hoping he’ll fuck you as well.

Jongho chuckles, his hands cupping your cheek and settling at the base of your throat. “I think she wants you to fuck her too.”

Wooyoung can’t help but smile fondly as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, letting his teeth scrape gently against your skin. “Then she’s gonna have to learn a little patience, no? I promise I’ll treat her well when it’s time.”

You can’t help the pout from forming the best it can around Jongho’s cock, and both vampires coo at the sight. “Aw, sweetie is just so needy, huh?” Jongho teases, thrusting a little harder just to hear the obscenely wet sounds of your mouth getting fucked. “And yet your mouth is still so fucking good.”

His thrusts become more and more erratic, just chasing his own pleasure, and yet it still makes your cunt drip.

“Do you want an extra treat?” Jongho asks, although he doesn’t wait for an answer from Wooyoung before he gently prods you to lay onto your back and presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole, painting your folds and walls with come. “I’ll see you back out on the floor, sweets,” he winks at you, although you can barely process what he’s saying.

You’re in the middle of catching your breath when a sudden press of fingers against your hole makes your hips buck and a gasp rips its way out of your throat. “I hope you didn’t forget about me, honey,” Wooyoung smiles up at you from where he lays right between your legs. “Like I said, I still have to treat you.”

Before waiting for your response, he leans down and presses the flat of his tongue against your pussy, licking into you and tasting all the come from the others still stuffed in your cunt. Your legs twitch, but it doesn’t bother Wooyoung just grabbing your thighs and holding them in place without flinching.

He works his tongue into your clenching hole, his nose pressing against your clit and making you whine and moan. You think you might lose your mind if he keeps this up any longer, and yet his ministrations don’t stop.

It’s when he tilts his head to bite into the soft flesh of your thigh while shoving two fingers into your cunt and pressing against your sensitive spot that you feel the tension in your gut snap and you moan out loud, back arching and hips stuttering. Your head is thrown back and your hands come down to grip at Wooyoung’s hair.

It takes a moment for you to regain your senses about you, body shuddering as your eyes fight to focus. When you finally become a bit more aware, Wooyoung’s face is mere inches from yours as he smiles at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Doing okay? There was a lot of blood exchanged, do you think you want to sleep it off?” Although his eyes sparkle mischievously, his voice is sincere. “You can take all the time you need.”

You nod, and Wooyoung reaches out to fix your hair when you lift your arm to grab his wrist. “Will you sit with me for a little?”

A laugh resounds, straight from Wooyoung’s chest, but he sits by you, the bed dipping. “Your wish is my command.”

[arienic]

GENE x FEM!READER - not my best work but ive sunken back into the aphmau fandom and i wanted to get something out, so here u go!

warnings: infidelity, zenix slander (i love him i promise), maybe ooc gene??

You tilt your face away, laughing. "You're fucking joking."

Your boyfriend — your ex boyfriend now — frowns at you from across the table. "Look, I'm sorry but — I met her four months ago and — I don't know, she just gets me —"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snap, then leap up and grab your things. "Save it for someone who gives a shit."

He has the gall to look offended. Him, offended! You roll your eyes as he splutters out an "Excuse me?"

"So fucking long, asshat," is the last thing you say before you're out the diner door.

You hear his shouts from behind you, so loud that even when you're across the parking lot and by your car, the echoes still chase you down the pavement. Fucking lunatic, you think bitterly, unlocking your car and throwing your things onto the passenger seat. After you clamber in, you're tempted to slam the door closed.

It's only when you've settled into the leather, hands braced against the steering wheel that it hits you.

My boyfriend cheated on me. He cheated.

Holy fuck. What the fuck. He cheated.

You wish you'd screamed at him a little more. You wish you'd ordered a little more, wish you'd left him more than twenty-seven dollars poorer at that ugly red booth. You wish you'd maybe thrown your water at him and had his ugly-ass face sopping wet, frozen in shock.

(But then you start wishing that you'd tried a little harder.)

Last week, when you'd both gone to the mall. You should've suggested the movies, instead of just dragging him around the shops and talking his ear off. Or the other day, during lunch. You should've taken his hand in yours on the walk back home and leaned on his shoulder. It could've been fine — perfectly fine — if you'd only tried a little harder. You could've kept him. If you hadn't gotten so distant all those months ago, maybe he wouldn't have been tempted to run into another girl's arms. Maybe he wouldn't have continued returning to her. Maybe he wouldn't have kissed her, loved her — preferred her over you.

Maybe he would've stayed.

You take a deep breath, gripping the wheel harder. No, you tell yourself, not now. You need to — to — (a glimpse of him, rushing out the dinner and catching sight of you in your car — his shadow against the golden lighting from inside) — you need to get out of here.

Another deep breath. The keys into the ignition — enter, twist — and the car starts. Your mind whirls. But where, it asks, where do we —

There's a name that jerks to the forefront. Jagged, sharp, tapering off at the ends like cigarette smoke — but still so comforting.

Gene, it spells, and you step on the gas.

"I'm telling you, Sasha, it's not like that," Gene groans, spinning one of his dozen silver rings round the stained coffee table.

"Whateeeever you say." Sasha's drawl crackles from his phone speaker, propped up on a spare coffee mug. Her sharp, violet eyes manage to dig into his soul even through the barriers of Facetime and a cracked screen protector. "You're obvious as fuck, though."

He rolls his eyes, flipping the ring into the air. "There's nothing to be 'obvious as fuck' about."

"Even Zenix has noticed."

Gene pauses, and reaches out for the falling jewelry a moment too late — he's fumbling for it as it clatters to the floor.

He doesn't need to look back up at his phone to know the look on her face; the silence speaks volumes.

"I got distracted," he says defensively, leaning down to pick it up. "There was a mosquito."

"Sure," she says — and snorts when he bangs his head on the table trying to sit up again.

Gene grimaces, but leans back and rubs the sore area. "Fuck off, Sasha."

"Don't think I will."

"Fuck you —" He jumps when a series of knocks rain down on his front door. "Shit!"

Sasha frowns, leaning closer to the camera. "You good over there?"

"Someone's at the door," he sighs, slipping his ring on.

He watches her lips lift into a grin. "Maybe it's —"

"No, it's not her. She's on a dinner date today." Gene shuts her down — although he wishes he didn't have to. He's never told anyone (and he never will), but he likes when you show up to his apartment unannounced. He likes when you rap your knuckles on his door and shove takeout in his face, declaring that night as a movie night.

It won't be you, though. Gene's sure of it. Ever since you started dating that guy, your impromptu visits have happened less and less often.

He still stands up, though. "I'll call you back later," he tells Sasha. She throws him a pixelated thumbs-up before ending the call.

Gene sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Who is it now, then," he mutters to himself, making his way down the hall. He drags a hand down his face one last time and moves to look through the peephole — and damn near chokes on his own spit.

Why the fuck were you here?

You don't look good, either. Your eyes are swollen and red, and your bottom lip trembles ever so slightly. You lift a hand to wipe roughly at the tear that slips down your cheek. 

Something protective and furious flaring in him, and he practically throws the door open to find you why the fuck you're so upset.

You flinch, take him in, then relax. "Gene," you croak — and immediately start crying.

He blinks. "Woah, hey, no." Gene rushes forward and wraps an arm around your shoulder to bring you close, leading you into his apartment. He closes the door with his foot. "What happened, sweetheart? I thought you were out with…" he trails off, then shakes his head. "Why are you crying?"

"He—" you blubber, "—I left him— "

"Relax, let's relax. Deep breaths," he says, arms curling around your back to bring you closer. "It's okay," Gene murmurs, letting you lean into him as he walks you over to his couch. "You're okay. In and out, sweetheart, in and out."

Gene's thumb rubs circles into your shoulder as he sits down with you; he's breathing loudly, slowly, to coax you into mimicking. It's only when you take a last, shaky breath that he gets up.

"Where are you going?" you blurt when you see him move away.

"Getting you some tissues," he says, and disappears down the hall. When he returns, you’re perched on his couch, sniffling and rubbing at your nose.

"Now,” Gene says, handing you a wad of tissue, “mind telling me why you were bawling your eyes out on my doorstep?"

You wipe your nose again. "It's" — you hiccup — "it's not…" The shame curls deeper into your gut. "Um."

"Yeah? Take your time."

You swallow. "He… he cheated."

Gene stills. "He what?" he says, voice dangerously calm.

"He invited me out for dinner today," you continue. "I told you, right?" Gene nods. "He was really quiet. Really awkward. And whenever I tried to start a conversation, he just wouldn't, like, entertain me, you know? It'd just be so quick. And, um, he was really short with me." You pause, take a deep breath. "I should've expected it. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I was still so — so shocked, so… surprised — when he told me. I mean, he's been so distant, and I don't…" Your throat closes up. "I guess I thought…"

"Just to be clear, you shouldn't have had to expect it," Gene tells you, his fury creeping into his tone. He catches sight of your face, though — embarrassed, guilty, heartbroken — and reels in his irritation. "No one should have to expect cheating," he says. "Fucking dick. Should've given him a black eye, too."

You give a small, hoarse laugh and wipe your eyes. "I did leave him to pay the bill on his own."

"Good." Gene smiles at you, cups a warm hand 'round your elbow. "Fucker deserved it. And, uh… you know, if you want, I can sic Zenix on him too."

You snort. "What, like he's a dog or something?"

He gives you a look. You laugh again, this time with your shoulders. "You're so mean," you tell him.

"He barks like one."

"Gene!"

"What? I love him, you know I do, but sometimes —"

"Stop!" you huff, kicking at his thigh. He raises his hands in surrender. 

"Okay, okay!" He sighs and settles back into the couch. You're picking at the lint on your socks, sitting comfortably in silence, when he mutters, "Offer still stands, though."

You roll your eyes. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm ever in need of your services."

He hums. "Good."

Silence again. In it, you realize just how much comfort his touch brings you. You adjust your position on the couch wordlessly, inching closer to him. Gene's kind enough not to comment on it.

He opens his mouth to say something. It closes quickly, but doesn't take so long to open again. You watch him carefully.

"What?" you say.

Gene clears his throat. "What do you think about a movie night? It's been a while. We can order takeout."

You blink, quiet for a moment (during which he hears his heart pounding loudly in his ears) and then a small smile pulls at your lips. "As long as I get to pick the movie."

[loppsided]

s. reid as your boyfriend

summary: headcanons for dating spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 435

warnings: none :p

a/n: another boyfriend headcanon! these are so easy and fun to do. currently working on the requests ive gotten, those works will probably be released sometime in the next week! reblogs and likes appreciated.

the sweetest man you'll ever date and i mean ever.

date nights being going to a museum, or reading a book under a tree in a park.

takes interest in the things you like, constantly telling you little facts about your favorite book or movie

asking him about random topics you've always wondered about "hey spence, why do some people feel more connected to past decades"

"well its this thing called-"

if you work at the bau he always takes some of your paperwork so you can work less

brings you coffee to your desk every morning

getting teased by derek cuz pretty boys "finally got a girl"

you say i love you first, it was 4 months into the relationship and of course spencer loved you but he had a hard time saying it

when he heard you say it, he was taken aback and instantly blushed, after that he always said it first

helping him through his occasional nightmares he has about the tobias situation

if you two move in expect him to be constantly rearranging your things, complaining about how your mess distracts him

little spoon 100%, loves the feeling of his partner engulfing him, there breathe on his neck and there arms around him especially after a hard case

him rambling on about star trek telling you the scientific truths and lies in the show

expect to be thoroughly annoyed when he beats you at chess or poker

analyzes your emotions, especially when your feeling sad and don't know why, he'll tell your why your feeling that way and what helps

fidgets with your fingers when nervous

falling asleep on his shoulder in the jet

him telling you all about his previous case when you lay in bed together late at night, if it ended good he'll be more eager to tell you, not so much if something went wrong

you dragging him to bars insisting that he enjoy his 20's but he ends up just eating peanuts trailing behind you

sunday afternoons when he's off of work are spent completing a 1000 piece puzzle while soft jazz plays in the back

you and him having a tradition of him suggesting a book from his vast collection, for you to read every week

his love language being quality time since he's always at work and loves to spend all his free time with you

loves how you always listen to his info dumps instead of cutting him off

big cuddler, loves laying on your chest or intertwining your legs together not sleep, just laying there

a very fluffy and loving relationship

[the-ipre]

[id: a reply from @lolotr reading "idk if this is payneland but i think Charles would be very into Edwin being in charge and also yelling 'hands'" /end id]

you are correct and i see your vision. also i think that charles sometimes slips in a 'as you wish' when he is stacking plates all up his arms to take out and it Does throw edwin off his groove. its the lord and vassal dynamic but expo lad and the runner who is always there to take food out in the direst of straits

hello everyone i have begun to rotate a dead boy detectives restaurant au, mainly because im putting edwin on expediting and crystal as a waitress and i think they might kill each other

[fortunapre]

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 this is the last part. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW: “dont stop! your writing is god-tier!“ i heard you all chant in unison.

Dont fret little ones. 🖐️🙂��↕️ Ive surely got some more ideas in the bank...If you haven’t, go check out my prompts list <3

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+ (entire fic rating), swearing, mention of alcohol, mention of intoxication, a little bit o’ mischief…not really but you’ll see ;)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 Scene VII 𖧞 (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞)

be honest im 𝒻ℯℯ𝒹𝒿𝓃𝑔 yall

December 17th, the same night

We both walked into the room in silence.

The only noise was the shutting of the door and a barely audible “Santa Baby,” playing from the other room. Instead of looking at Oscar, I surveyed the room.

Unlike the front room, there were no Christmas decorations. It was a plain bedroom, a guy’s bedroom by the looks of it, with only a small desk and a bed. I tried to distract my gaze from the man in front of me, but the tension was growing too thick.

I reluctantly looked away from the uninteresting room and focused on him. He was no longer facing away from me- he was leaning back on the desk, hands gripping the desk on each side of his body. No matter how relaxed he seemed to be trying to look, I could see how rigid he really was.

He was looking at me, no smirk present. With how serious he looked, I thought to myself about how I kind of miss his ever-lasting grin.

He let out a deep sigh and moved to fold his arms, his body still leaning back against the desk.

I watched as he slightly turned one of his folded arms, looking at his wrist. I assume he was looking for his watch, but forgotten he’d given it up to the festive host earlier. He sighed again and looked away.

I only kept looking his way. I was blatantly staring, but what else was I supposed to do. I was hoping to get him to look at me.

My staring worked, as he probably felt my burning gaze. He looked up, brown eyes meeting mine.

“I’m guessing there’s still about six minutes left,” He finally broke the silence, and told me.

“Yeah…” I had no idea what to say. Did he want to get out of here? Or rather, did he want to get out of a locked room with only me? “..probably.” I added.

“This is stupid.” I heard Oscar mutter. I'm not sure if I meant to hear him, but I felt kind of sad at his words.

“7 minutes in heaven is always stupid. I’ve always tried to stay out of party games.” I told him, trying to save myself from feeling embarrassed. While we were sitting in a circle, and as I waited turn after turn, I dreaded when I’d be chosen. I dreaded being chosen, because I was secretly hoping the person to choose me was Oscar. And now that I’d gotten my wish, he didn’t even want me here.

He saw my reaction and acted quickly. “No, that’s not…” his words trailed off. I waited for him to finish his sentence, slightly confused. “Not the game,” he added. “That's not what I’m talking about.”

“What then? Being stuck with me?” I didn't mean to say what I was worrying about outloud, but I continued anyway “Trust me mate, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” I lied through my teeth. I definitely sounded defensive.

He scoffed and I saw him poke his tongue in his cheek. “Y’know what?” Oscar spoke and he sounded deeper and sharper. Apparently what I said riled him up. “Maybe If you’d let me speak, I’d tell you. Don’t start saying shit just to start something.”

I’d almost flinched at his tone and curse.

“Ok.” His anger only fueled mine. I unfolded my arms and put a hand on my hip, trying to look as unfazed as possible by his presence. “Enlighten me.”

“First of all, why would you think I wouldn’t want to be near you? Did me kissing you not once, but twice, not mean anything?” His voice was raising, but he didn’t look angry so to speak. I scrunched my eyebrows at his omission. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care, actually.” He suddenly added, catching me off guard.

It was my turn to scoff. God, and he accuses me of being an instigator. “Asshole! Of Course it meant something, it takes two to go as far as we did, you know.”

The argument held confession-notes in between the lines, but any affection or truth was smothered by our matching anger. Neither of us were understanding the words that came out of our mouths, and instead becoming more riled up by the yelling. Which, we were definitely yelling now.

“Don’t lie and try to make me feel better, Y/N. You were probably just filled with adrenaline.”

“Do. Not. Tell me how I feel. I know what I'm doing, I knew what I was doing just fine both times.”

“Really?” He had a monotone accusing tone, trying to find a lie. He seemed to be unimpressed with anything I said now.

“Yeah. Really.”

I hadn’t realized how fast my heart was beating now. I tried to slow my breathing and be the level-headed one because his head was definitely not thinking straight. Apparently he had nothing else to say, but neither had I. This argument was stupid and we both knew it.

We both stayed silent and slunk against something behind us, not daring to look at eachother.

Then, I heard him speak again and prepared an eye-roll.

“Now, what I was saying was…” Oscar started still not looking at me. “Was that I meant that I’m what's stupid.”

“That’s an understate-”

“Don’t.” He stopped me. “Don’t try to be snarky, Y/n. Let me speak.”

I just looked at him then raised my eyebrows and moved my head in a ‘Well, speak!’ motion.

Despite my attitude, he stayed calmer than before and took a deep breath. “Do you remember Christmas, two years ago?”

That same question.

What was so important two years ago? “You already asked me this…”

“Just. Yes or No? Do you remember?” He seemed suddenly on edge.

“I mean, I remember it, yeah, but are you talking about, like, a specific thing that happened? I don’t understand…” I spoke, trying to convey my confusion. He looked stern, and intent on hearing everything I had to say.

“Yeah,” he clarified. “I, um, I’m talking specifically about that night. Christmas night.”

My mind whirled as I tried desperately to pick out an obvious memory, but nothing was coming to mind.

That Christmas was the year my brother and sister didn’t come.

That Christmas was the year I was gifted the worst sweater by my mom.

That Christmas I stayed up practically all night.

I remember staying up all night, because the next morning, my mom forced me to go into town with her. I remember vividly how sluggish I’d been the whole time. But… that’s all….

Suddenly, I remembered something.

The thought of staying up triggered another thought: that night, I remember sitting on the sofa, watching a movie, when someone scared the shit out of me.

I had been peacefully wrapped in my blanket at around 4 am, when someone barreled through the door.

Oscar.

It was Oscar that scared me. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially Oscar since I didn’t even know he’d been out.

Two years ago, we didn’t ever talk to each other except to tease, so it’s no surprise he didn’t bother to tell me he was going somewhere.

When he came in, I was confused. My confusion grew as I’d taken in his appearance. His eyes were barely open, and his focus was darting all around the room. When his eyes met mine, his eyes opened and his body suddenly stopped. Full stop. He planted his feet and stared at me. His jaw was slack and his cheeks, from what I could tell in the little light from the kitchen behind me, was pinker than normal.

He was drunk. Oscar had come home drunk that night and had seen me when he walked through the door.

At the time, I remember laughing at him and turning back to my movie to ignore him.

But that’s not where the altercation ended– drunk Oscar had said something.

I remembered Oscar stopping, looking at me, and then he showed the broadest smile (one I'm sure would never have been directed towards me, had he been sober). Then, he sauntered closer to the sofa, out of the doorway and in front of my view of the television.

“Oscar…” I groaned. “Just go to bed, mate, your wasted.”

He stayed in place, restricting my vision and looking at me. Actually, he was staring at me. Actually he was staring all over me.

That night, I was wearing my short PJ shorts, and a Star Wars t-shirt. Nothing special, but it definitely caught drunk-oscar’s attention.

“Hello?” I tried again, but he was unrelenting.

“What?” was all he answered with.

“Get out of my way, that’s what.” I snapped, just trying to watch Princess Diaries.

He looked behind him to the screen and a grimace filled his whole face. Usually Oscar’s expressions consisted of mad and smirky-jerk, but when he was drunk, tons of emotions flashed on and off his face.

“That’s shit.” He must have been referring to the movie. His voice was groggy and deep, probably tired after what seemed like an exciting night.

“Whatever.” I gave up with the television and just wanted him to leave. “Just go to your room before someone else catches a visual of your post-party debauchery.”

“Dirty girllll,” he said slowly, borderline slurring. “Stop thinking about my de-whatever.” I quirked an eyebrow and shook my head at him. He seemed so incredibly out of it. I should totally hold this over him. Where’s my phone? I should totally film this.

I gave up looking for my phone, and looked back at oscar. Still standing there.

“Wait, what? I wasn’t at a party…” Oscar spoke, referring to my earlier statement of his “post-party” inebriation- an incredibly late reaction.

“Okayyyy…?” I said slowly. “Then what’s,” I motioned to all of him, “this?”

“Nothing.” He said rather quickly. Then his tempo changed as he looked down, almost shy. “None of your business, alright?” I nodded, but he kept speaking. “Actually, this has nothing to do with,” He copied my motion with a serious amount of sass and gestured to all of me, “…you. Ok?”

“Yeah, alright.” I was over this. He’s obviously completely drunk.

“I'm serious! Don’t accuse me of getting drunk because of my feelings, ok? Don’t even think about it. Why would I care about you… let along get drunk over fucking childhood crush on you? That’s ridiculous, and entirely possible— That’s not the point!”

Wait.

Back to the present- I now know why Oscar’s worried about that night.

Oscar must not have been that plastered if he now remembers what he said. Or rather, what he confessed. At the time I ignored his rambling and walked him to his room, away from me.

Now, I’m not sure all of that was just drunk-rambling.

Oscar was watching me figure everything out, watching me realize what he was so afraid of.

“I remember you rambling about having a… but there’s no way.” I said out loud to him, voicing my spinning thoughts. He just kept looking at me. “Right?” My voice got softer as I took in what Oscar’s silence might mean. “But you hated me.”

“Y/N.” He spoke like I was stupid.

“What?” I fired back, getting defensive.

“I never hated you, think about it.” He was trying to make me realize it, but all of my memories of him are arguments– save the past week.

“I am thinking about it. You always picked on me and fought with me. You said the meanest things and I always fought back. We’ve never gotten along…” I tried to list.

Then, all of a sudden, a smirk formed on his face.

That same smirk I’d claimed I’ve been missing, now felt weirdly… intimate?

“Oscar, you…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Yeahh” Is all he replied with, smirking and telling me all I need to know with one look. He started to move closer to me.

Step by step, he slowly walked towards me like he was testing my reaction. I just let him come closer and closer until we were face to face. Pine and wintergreen filled my senses. Our eye contact never waivered.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to bring this all up now.” he gestured to the door. His smirk lessened in intensity as he tried to apologize.

I suddenly remembered we’re in the middle of a 7 minutes in heaven game. And that it’s definitely been longer than 7 minutes.

(My sister was the culprit of our unexpected extra time, having told them to leave us alone.)

I focused back on the man in front of me. The man who had practically just confessed to me that he had a childhood crush on me. A childhood crush that he claims has never left.

“This is stupid.” I copied his words form before.

“Oh?” Oscar almost recoiled, hurt flashing on his face.

“No! Not… Not you! Not this.” I reacted and grabbed at the front of his shirt, not wanting him to misunderstand me and turn away.

Both of our breathing hitched at the contact, and the proximity it brought.

“Ok, then what do you mean?” He said, softly. His eyes were trained on my lips. I opened my mouth and closed it again, not knowing how to say this.

“I mean I’m stupid. Im stupid for not realizing it sooner. Im stupid for being so harsh and rude and-” I started apoligizing as my emotions began rising.

“I was rude too.”

“Yeah, but you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. His confession was still new. However, the more I thought about him— Oscar Piastri, my rival and hater in every way—my mind started to clarify.

“Yeah, I…” He couldn’t say it either it seems.

We both stood close, not fully saying what we meant out loud yet still fully understanding what each other meant and wanted.

Seconds passed by of us relishing the new emotions, my grip never leaving him. We practically shared air at how close we were and our eyes locked. I started to feel what could only be described as butterflies.

It washed over me and the idea hit me like a train: I wanted him too. Maybe more than he wants me.

At this revelation I tugged him to my level and brought my lips to his ear.

I didn’t want to waste anymore time arguing or lying to ourselves.

I took a short breath and then whispered, “let’s get out of here.”

Then in almost one motion he smiled, a devilishly handsome smirk, then he grabbed my hand and took us away from the party.

Away from prying eyes.

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[mythronic]

Team TIM (Tim Drake Carmen Sandiego AU)

In a oneshot I'm writing called 'Reparation', I thought of a non-batfam/late batfam Tim Drake who starts off as Stray. And unfortunately, (or fortunately) I was watching Carmen Sandiego while writing it. So instead, you're getting a Tim centric x Carmen Sandiego fic DC = Disregard canon. Tim probably won't be majority shareholder in the universe? He's definitely still a gala boy, but I just can't see his character keeping the title as someone who steals shit from the rich.

There are characters here that will either not make sense or feel out of place. Just go with it pls, I wanted to keep the YJ/TT and batfam aspects and give Tim his own team and had to yoink from his friends and stuff. PLEASE comment anything if I got anything wrong. The only comics I've read are the Red Robin series, the Young Justice series (except the 2019 one, I haven't gotten to that one yet) and a little bit of Tim in the 1993 Robin series. (up to only vol12 with some Nightwing in between's?)

Anyways

Sebastian Ives

Sebastian is 100% Tim's Player. He's not exactly a hacker, but he is definitely the guy that does the research for Tim, acting as Getaway Driver and the only one who remembers to pack the painkillers and Panadol. (He still has cancer, and travelling to see urban areas actually helps because Gotham's air is polluted to hell and back)

Bernard Dowd

'Publicly' known as Pipeline, Bernard is the Zack in this dynamic. He's Tim's undercover partner in crime, the BEST distraction you can ask for and he has the sass to boot. Yes, he still does conspiracies. Yes, he takes advantages of Team Tim travelling to investigate them. (TimBerKon??? Idk I equally love TimKon and TimBern, so might as well have best of both worlds. Tim has two hands.)

Tamara Fox

Wimp turned badass. She's Tim's Ivy. She is not his first pick for gala partner, but definitely his first pick for any on scene work, especially if it's a high rise apartment he needs to crack. Tam is quick on her feet and the best climber on the team. (Bonus points if she backhands the assassins that tried to kidnap her during the RR run)

Prudence Wood

Technically the Shadow-san on the team. She's the one with experience and the know-who, she's the one with criminal contacts and who taught Ives how to use a gun. Pru also covers Tim's capers and some investigations when Tim can't do it himself. (Like how Dad-dow san covered for Carmen when she came back from the hospital)

Tag: Stray!Tim Carmen Sandiego AU

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

His cousin brad is here

Shes afraid of brad

Yea shes growling but shes also fear farting

Bopping her on the nose and telling her no everytime she makes a sound is not helping

Distract her

She cant stop growling cuz she can't stop focusing on Brad. Its like when I cant stop crying cuz I can't stop thinking about the thing thats making me cry.

Get her mind off him

The juxtaposition of reading a dog training book and watching my dad do the exact opposite which is clearly not working is uhhh

[kining-the-evil]

Darling, You’re The Luckiest Person In The Room

Summary: You and Johanna watch the announcement for the 75th Hunger Games

An: This was a Request, but it got deleted so i had to rewrite it

Warnings: Yandere!Johanna, reader has been kidnapped by Johanna, physical anger, emotional abuse, Alcohol drinking, fem!reader

Johanna had been antsy for the past week. She wasn’t an overly relaxed person as it was, but when it got close to the Games she got worse; and the Quarter Quell wasn’t helping. She was barely sleeping, Coming to bed late at night and being long gone when you woke up. When she left the house it was for short periods, and when she was home she was short with You. Given That She was the only person you saw, it got boring quick.

“It’s starting.” You called out from Where You were sitting on the couch. The broadcast showed Snow, already giving his bullshit speech on the Quarter Quell, how It’s a reminder of the rebellion and how the capital is strong and all of the other bullshit with it.

“Why should I care?” She had a cup of whiskey when she walked in, and despite her comment she sat down next to you. Normally, she would pull You to her side, keeping an arm tightly wrapped around you. But she didn’t today. Instead she left a few inches of space between you both.

“…and so, for this years Quarter Quell the tributes will be reaped from tue existing pool of victors for each district.”

Your eyes went wide at his words and Johanna’s body tensed. That couldn’t possibly be What He meant. The couch shifted lightly as she sat up next to you.

“Johanna-“ your words were cut off by the slight scream You let out when she threw her cup across the room.

“Mother fuckers!” She screamed while standing up. “How fucking dare They!” You just watched as she yelled, stomping around the room. She picked up a vase and threw it, making it shatter on impact.

“I win the game,” a vase is smashed. “I’m told they’ll leave me alone,” a chair is tipped over. “And They do something like this!” You jumped to your feet when she smashed a mirror.

“Johanna!” She finally stoped her pacing to Look at You. “Just…Take a breath-“

“I swear to god y/n, if you tell me to calm down I will break your fucking neck.” You fully believe her threat, immediately closing Your mouth.

She paced for another few minutes, mumbling to herself angrily. You were too afraid to move, not wanting her anger to be directed at you.

“Do you know how lucky you are?” She had walked towards you, looking stray at you.

“Lucky?”

“Ya, Lucky. I risk My Damn life to keep You Here-“

“I Never asked you too.” You pointed out to her. Her Hand shot up to grip your chin in her hand. Her nails dug into your face lightly, making you let out a small yelp.

“If i didnt, Snow would have killed you. I give you the best food from the capital, You don’t Ive to work, You live in fucking luxury! So ya, you are lucky.” As she talked, a bit of spit Shot into your face causing you to flinch. Her eyes were Nothing But anger, And for a Moment you wondered if you’d finally pushed her to far. But she just pushed you away lightly.

“And remember, if they choose me, who’s going to come back here for you?”

—————

Your eyes were glued to the monitor in front of you. Johanna had left earlier that morning, leaving you completely alone in the house. The first tributes were being picked, and it had finally gotten to distract 7.

“For the women…Johanna Mason!”

“No…” A single tear ran down your cheek as You Tried to proses The information. There We’re other victors, What We’re the chances She would Be chosen?

“No,” you mumbled agin, This time standing up. You ran to the front door, trying to pull it Open. It was locked.

The back door? Locked.

The windows? Every single one locked and covered.

Everyone knew what happened after being chosen. A short goodbye to any family, and immediately boarding the train. Johanna would be gone, and no one would knew you were here. The odds were not in her favor, and apparently they hated You Even more. She was going to die in the Games, And You would die alone im the damed House.

You spent the rest of the day going through the house, seeing what you could find. Johanna must have woken up early and restocked food for you. There weren’t any weapons in the building that could help you, nothing to get you out of the house. Did she really think you’d survive being locked in the house like This?

You grabbed a bottle of alcohol and started towards the living room when something banged on the front door. You froze, unsure of what to do. You couldn’t actually Open the door, so If They wanted in they’d have to break tue door down. But That was the next question, who was it? No one came near the Victor houses, and all the other victors were on their way to the capital.

You started to open your mouth, but quickly shut it. What would you say? You didn’t have long to think of an answer because there was a large crash sound from the door, and the door practically collapsed. You jumped back when 5 peacemakers stormed their way in.

“What’s happening?!” They didn’t answer you, but two of them went to your sides and they each yanked an arm back to lock together.

“Are You y/n y/l/n?” You nodded at the one who spoke, and he smirked lightly. “Well, congratulations. You Get to See What the capital looks like.” He motioned for the men to leave, and they dragged you along with them. From one captor to another.

[baby--b4t]

Ive been thinking about baby Gaz a lot. He doesnt usually regress very young, but sometimes the poor guy just cant help it. He gets stressed too and needs someone to pamper and coddle him like he tries to do for his little siblings (Ghost and Soap).

I feel like Price would be the only one to ever really see Gaz regress that young. He would walk into his room to try and ask him a question but see a sobbing Kyle in a bundle of blankets instead.

"Hey, hey. Whats goin' on, kiddo?" Price would ask, not knowing how young he really was. It was only after he saw how limited Kyles speech and movements were that he would start to connect the dots. John would gently help Gaz sit up, supporting his body the entire way.

A lot of shushing and coos would be thrown Kyles way, trying to find some way to make the baby feel better. It was hard for Price to comfort Gaz in that moment because he didnt know what the trigger for this was. It felt like trying to comfort a wall.

Eventually, Price had gotten an idea. He carefully let Gaz lay back down before standing up.

"Ill be right back, yeah? Papas not leaving for long."

John decided to find one of the toys Soap liked to play with them he was feeling younger. It was made of plastic, something Price didnt exactly want to give Kyle since he seemed so young, but it made sounds and had interactive parts. He was sure this would distract Gaz.

Kyle became a mess all over again after Price left him. He didnt understand why Price had left and didnt like the loneliness sinking into him as his room fell silent. Upon the Captains return, he was met with a sobbing Gaz once again.

"Shh, shh, shh. C'mon now, Kyle. I told you I would come back. Theres no need for the waterworks."

A gentle thumb came across Gazs cheek, wiping away the tears.

"Look at what Papa found. Doesnt it look fun?" Price presented the toy to Gaz and showed him one of the interactive functions. A small sound played, a slide-whistle of sorts, and grabbed Kyles attention. He stared at the toy for a second before he whined again.

John pressed another button, this time a 'bonk' sound playing. Once again, it made Gaz stop crying. A small chuckle left Price as he began trying to help Gaz sit up and lean against him for support. He gently showed the little one he could play with it and make the sounds himself.

Gaz loved the toy. He messed with anything his hands would grab onto or push and seemed to cheer right up. He was still sniffling slightly, but he seemed to be more than content with the toy Price gave him.

[qwuilty]

Hiii ive been playing roblox games recently and ive seen some very nice unpleasant from regretevator designs & there's a more specific idea i had in mind for them so fuck it im throwing my hat in the ring, random headcanons below

I imagine Unpleasant as like not really actively malicious however she has a remarkable talent for pissing everyone off and due to the elevator's infinitely repeating nature everyone has eventually gotten sick of him. Rolls nat 1s on every single social interaction ever. Guy who is like not really completely awful but deeply uncomfortable to be around for reasons you can't quite explain besides just being kind of rude.

Mostly non-verbal and mute like in canon, in context of the gradient form i imagine it can speak through some way of projection but in human form it's mostly sign language unless they really feel comfortable talking. Stares a lot though.

Thinks Infected is her friend and messes with him 'as a joke' because he thinks he's in on it. Infected is not and hates it immensely.

Absorbs information about modern things from the elevator because Infected's apartment is permanently stuck in the past, mostly from people in it or things from other floors. Xer sense of humor is always just a bit dated and behind what's currently funny, though to Infected it's utter nonsense as it's a bunch of garbage memes that haven't really been invented yet.

Not a fan of like owning cats but does find them fairly cute enough and unfortunately is one of those people who tries to chase them down to hold them. Tried to play with Poptart and ended up absorbing them and was like

Has not and refuses to tell Infected what happened. Also refuses to admit he broke her skateboard because Unpleasant tried to use it and ate massive dirt and broke it clean in half. Master of the "if i just say nothing maybe he'll forget".

All pronouns like in canon and genderfluid, doesn't really change much presentation wise though. I do think it would be funny if the gradient shifted a little though and that was it.

Can and would cheat at games, maybe not through actual hacking (except some garbage cheat clients xe put on Infected's computer) but through absolute unsportsmanlike behavior.

Loves technology and can be mostly distracted by stuff like phones, tablets, or computers. Unfortunately does not use headphones and instead will listen to it on speaker if you don't tell him off about it.

Can kind of just appear in places people would least want to see them. Mostly uncontrolled but always returns back to Infected's apartment.

That's all i have thank you for reading

[mistydeyes]

building blocks and alphabet letters

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summary: You and Kyle met in daycare. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't quite the genius he was today. In fact, the first time he met you dad was when he was shoving toy blocks in his mouth. He hates that story but he'll make an exception for his young daughter who is terrified of school.

pairing: Gaz x fem!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none :) just some good ol' fluff!

a/n: want more cute fluffy fics of the 141 being dads? I GOTCHU COVERED RIGHT HERE!! dad simon with two daughters has me hooked

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You first met Kyle in daycare school. You couldn't have been more than 2 or so. This daycare took care of kids while their parents worked and tried to teach them something between snack time and playtime. Your father was with you that day and you had to show him what you learned over the school year. As you sat, perfectly pointing out each of the letters of the alphabet, you were distracted by another boy your age. "Honey, look over here," your father beckoned, trying to get your attention. But all you could pay attention to was the kid shoving blocks in his mouth while his mother helplessly tried to stop him.

Kyle hates that story with a passion. Every time you threaten to mention it, he gets red and demands you not to. To you though, it's cute seeing how his ears get pink and how he scrunches his nose. After 18 years of friendship and 7 years of dating, he's gotten used to your antics. This time, the story has a purpose. Instead of a drunk bar story, it's now something to relax your young daughter from her nerves about going to school.

By now your daughter was 4 and was frightened at the idea of leaving your familiar home. She was a spitting image of Kyle and loved the outdoors. You would always tease that Kyle was meant to be a girl dad. He was having a hard time now as he was trying to convince her to go tomorrow. "Ives, we talked about this, you're going to school tomorrow," Kyle began to say and you could see your daughter's lip begin to quiver. Kyle had been home for three weeks now and all your daughter wanted to do was spend time with the both of you. The last few weeks of trips to the cinema, the park, and going out to eat were coming to an end for her and it was apparent she was not happy about it.

"But I want to stay with Mummy and Daddy," she cried as she hugged you both tight. You gave Kyle a look of sadness at your daughter's wails. In between her tears, she choked out, "Daddy's never home I want to be here!" This time when you looked at Kyle, he wore the same expression of sadness.

"Sweetie, did I ever tell you how Mummy and I met?" Kyle asked and she turned to face him. As she wiped off her tears with her small hands, Kyle went into the story. "When I was only 2 years old, my Mummy and Daddy had to go to work and I couldn't stay at home," he began and had your daughter's full attention. She looked at him with her brown eyes and he sat her in his lap. "But it was okay because I met Mummy! She was the smartest kid there and we had so many adventures on the playground," you smiled fondly as he continued. "Mummy can tell you that Grandad thought I was an odd kid because I would shove blocks in my mouth, but Mummy was still my friend." he finished and gave you both a kiss on the forehead. "And look at Mummy and Daddy now! If I never went to school then I would never have met Daddy and we wouldn't have you," you finished and your daughter seemed to calm down. "Okay, only cause you went, I go," she said triumphantly and you three cheered in excitement.

Later that night when you put Ivy to bed, you and Kyle went downstairs to enjoy the rest of the night. "I didn't think you would ever tell her that story," you joked as you sat on the couch. "It was necessary," he replied and you both shared a laugh. "I still have the picture!" you said and scrolled to your phone to find it. In the photograph, sat you and your father smiling with an alphabet book and Kyle in the background, crying as his mother confiscated the blocks. "Never show anyone that," he jokingly threatened as he took your phone away. You got into a pillow fight as you fought over the picture and ended by resting on his chest again. "Mind telling that story again?" you asked and Kyle looked at you, curiously. "Never," he said and crossed his arms childishly. "Oh really? Not even for our second?" you smirked. It took Kyle all of two seconds to realize what you had just said. He embraced you and you told him you found out the news yesterday. As you lay in bed that night, Kyle thanked everything in the universe for letting you meet all those years ago.

[aliusfrater]

i keep thinking about. What If dean had actually prepared for his death in season three. like, instead of enabling sam's premeditative grief he said i need you to focus on the now and after rather than the hypothetical 'if' that is my life. i am going to die and i need you to be ready for when i'm gone. both in the sense that sam enjoys this last year so there's enough to look back on that makes your grief worthwhile AND there's the set-up of a life worth living for that doesn't include revenge for when i'm gone. kind of like. what sam did making dean promise to go see lisa once he's in the cage

i've always thought that dean's deal for sam's life pretty much mirrors mary's deal for john's life in the sense that. it was always going to play out that way for them and there is nothing to be done to stop it (dean tried to stop azazel and mary but it's revealed that he never could) but there's something else to be said about the cycles of abuse and how they're perpetuated through grief. something else ive always thought about is the fact that the show itself can be seen through the lense of an allegory of perpetuated grief but i also think the cycle of abuse is imperative to the way grief is presented within the show. mary is coerced into a deal with john's life and through her own adamance of escaping hunting (as a metaphor for familial rot or abuse), she refuses to acknowledge that part of herself and it is through this lack of acknowledgement that grief is perpetuated. you have to acknowledge abuse to heal from it and the part of the inherent instability of the nuclear family that supernatural finds itself concerned with creating commentary about/exploring is the part that exists but people refuse to acknowledge. it's ignored for pretty houses in pretty neighbourhoods and obscured behind closed doors and when it leaks out of the holes in the foundation, that's what hunters are for. unpaid and unloved for what they do. through mary's lack of acknowledgement and therefore, lack of preparation, she has cursed the family she's created to perpetuate the cycle of abuse through grief. she dies and john didn't see her death or the thing that killed her coming and the grief is perpetuated through him. his children become victims at the hands of his abuse because of this grief. and it cycles from mary to john and through dean with john's deal for dean's life. "save him or kill him," is a similar ultimatum to that of azazel's own deal when it came to coercing her into her deal; she could either save john or keep him dead but in the end she didn't end up saving him from azazel because the same demon is who ends up killing him, just like sam. dean had never actually gotten the chance to save him or kill him (explicitly, anyway (i love incesthemes' theory that dean did end up kind of killing sam by distracting him from jake and getting him stabbed)) and the cycle of abuse continues in sam's grief and in his relationship with ruby, which is something that blossomed in his/as a direct result of grief for dean

then there's also my idea of sam as a nucleus character for the cycles of abuse and there's a possible connection between him sacrificing his life at the end of season five and pushing dean into getting out of hunting through a situation (lisa & ben) being pretty similar in structure to what he had before season one as being an attempt to escape this cycle of grief. it's very possible that soulless!sam as a character could also represent the very idea of grief itself — grief is, inherently, the loving of the memory of a person you loved. sam existing without a soul, without the parts of sam that dean had been forced to grieve is a shock to reality and it is, to an extent, acceptance of sam's actual 'death'. but then again, despite the brief clarity and relative healing that his escape from the cycle provided, dean does not accept soulless!sam at all. he fights to get sam's soul back and that is against sam's own will, knowing that it could kill sam regardless. the cycle of grief continues in that constant reminder that dean's choice could bring sam's death. likeeeee okay. "the minute he walked through that door, i knew. it was over. you two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing i've ever seen and as long as he's in your life, you're never gonna be happy," and, "i'm not saying don't be close to sam. i'm close to my sister but if she got killed, i wouldn't bring her back from the dead," it's all about the atmospheres of abuse that these relationship dynamics provide!!!! you're going to fall back into it over and over again if you do not process your grief!!!!!!!

[shreddeddescent]

What are Jennika, Venus, and Kirby like?

AHHHHHHHHH they're wonderful...... fucking wonderful tbh. hhhhhhhh

im debating on if i wanna let yall in on just how crazy ive gotten and show you like them explain it themselves. but its hhhhhh its a lot and theres other bits that arent so fun so i dont really want to rn cuz i wanna gush.

they were raised in some other dimension by draxum, who worked for big mama. draxum was essentially raphs doctor while you know. with eggs. but he took them away afterwards, raised to be warriors to protect the hidden city from vague demoney alternate dimensions hit, idk the details yet.

draxum wasnt the best but grew into a good parent for them so theyre okay. more okay than the brothers are for sure. but they grew curious about where they came from and did travel to that exact time when they were around 18, had some boundary issues, read big mama's therapy files on them and spiralled over how fucked up their origins were. debated going back in time to try and prevent their own existence. but draxum had to sit them down and tell them it wasnt their fault. so thats its own whole thing.

but theyre all 28 now. and theyve processed a lot more of it, but feel like 'hey, these kids arent okay at all, and they seem trapped in big mama's hotel. and we are adults with the ability to help. and also maybe some small part of us knows this is our family, we're clones, we're siblings. lets try to just be that.'

kirby is a hulking behemoth of a turtle man, like 7 and a half feet tall very wide very strong very good at being a warrior. never gave anything else much thought. he's kind of like.... what shredder fucking wanted out of that whole situation. perfect son, perfect general. but hes also a little shy with his feelings. he's kind of the leader, the one with the plan, the one who gets frustrated when his sisters get distracted and do other shit instead. he looks a lot like raph. but hes a male so raph cant see that at all. he's pretty quiet but hes very funny when he tries to be.

venus was taught magic when it became clear fighting wasnt a thing she was gonna physically be able to do. physically she's weak, her body looks a bit deformed. the magic came with a kind of accessibility for her, so she floats to ease the pain. she's very introspective and assumes people know just as much as her, tends to ramble on about things without realizing everyones lost. shes a lot like donnie like that, and realizing thats where she gets it makes her go 'ugh... of course this is your fault' but shes very sweet. little bit of boundary issues, cuz she may or may not be able do mind magic, but she knows to ask permission.

jennika is goofy and kind, a bit scatter brained, but very protective. shes the most easy going, but she's also the most emotional one. has the most confused feelings over raph specifically, probably just as excited to meet a trans turtle as he was. let alone cuz theyre family. but yeah, she's very fun loving and absolutely the problem child of the bunch, the one most likely to not follow orders and get into trouble. absolute coolest big sister alive vibes for sure.

again, theyre very much like 'oh, these kids are our family in whatever they need us to be, and we're gonna fucking be here for whatever they need'. like theyre so nice. and things are so weird. but theyre here to be like. the first grown ups to be kind to these kids without expecting anything out of them. cuz thats a new fucking concept!

but really. theyre big siblings, thats how we're gonna try and explain the vibes of what they are to them.