#but nonetheless i hope they'll be okay

[appleblueberry-pie]

YOU ARE EVERYTHING.

Where: You were Satoru's young caretaker when he was a child being raised by the clan. You became everything he ever wanted, and when he needed you most, you were taken away by the people that made him who he is. He takes it to heart and sought out for you when he becomes an independent adult. (7 year age gap)

With you, he was nothing. With you, he wasn't a weapon. A gun with its only purpose being to fire its trigger when it was pulled. With you, he wasn't a clan member, riches covering every inch of his floors and face. He wasn't the fear forced into those he faced, whether he liked it or not. He wasn't the balance of the planet he lived on. With you, he wasn't secretly scared. He wasn't silent. He wasn't silenced. He wasn't numb. He wasn't a thing. He wasn't an it. He was simply nothing. And being nothing with you made him become everything he could've ever hoped for.

He was a child, but he wasn't treated like one. And being his caretaker in such an....intimidating "home" made you sad for him. He was a blank canvas. He could've been rude to you. He could've spoken your ear off, threw things at you, berated you, cried, hid, smiled, anything. But he seemed so empty, alone, even though he was everything nature could've made him.

He was tired. You knew he was. A child shouldn't look at you the way he did when he first met you. So, in return, you gave him everything he deserved in hopes he'd realize that the way things are for him isn't how it is for everyone. And that he deserves a chance as well. At life, at living, loving, knowing and learning. So you cared.

I mean, it was your job to do it. It's in the name damnit. But that's not what they wanted you to do. You were just his baby sitter. Watch him for 5 hours a day, and they'll train him for 11 and then he sleeps for the rest. But with those 5 hours, you knew it could be more than just sitting around in his room or garden all day. So you attempted to incorporate some fun in every once and a while to try and get him to warm up to you.

You believe he was too used to people being there just to check on his well being; if he was living and breathing. So you gave some conversation crumbs. "Are you alright?", "Do you feel okay?" and the most difficult one, "How do you feel?" He would be a little taken aback by this last question(his face was still, but he would hesitate to answer). But he would answer, nonetheless. It felt like great progress knowing that he wouldn't flat-out ignore you. This was a great first step, in your opinion. And from there, you would continue talking to him.

Asking him how his day was during his lunch time. Offering to walk him around his place of living if he was bored of staying in his room. Asking if he wanted to wear something more comfortable if his traditional clothes bothered him too much. Making(one-sided) conversation while you cleaned his room. You would talk, but eventually, you would see him watching you talk as you cleaned.

About a few weeks later, he would finally warm up to talk back to you. Asking you questions about your little stories you'd tell him about your personal life. What would be provided during lunch that day, what he'd do once his break was over, asking how the weather would be. He'd also make requests that weren't the usual. Which includes the business his family would deal with that he's not usually provided with, if he could go with you while you did laundry across the hall, if he could stay with you during your break time, and....if you could help him with his assigned homework. He began to ask you to stick around while he did mundane tasks, and you realized how much of an impact you've made on his life just by being around and asking him to be present while you were there.

It took a month for him to become attached to you. You warned him multiple times that he shouldn't be so close to the women that are supposed to help around the house, and only help around the house. He didn't care and just wanted to stay by your side 24/7 when he realized how sweet affection could be, especially from someone as pretty and kind as you. You often snuck him little sweets from the kitchen, helped him read his favorite books, and you let him clean his room with you so that you two could spend more time together. You could tell he would always look forward to spending time with you and would nearly complain to his family when he had to go. Those 5 hours became less of a mindless bore and more of a mental exploration of what love and care truly is.

You were promoted to one of the head-maids in the house when his family realized how much easier it was to manage him when you were there to do it instead of the other women. He would comply so much more easier and obviously had a brighter look on his face when you came around to solve things that he was making hard for everyone else to deal with. Now, you were there when he woke up and went to sleep. You helped with his clothes and helped serve his lunch and his dinner. You made things easier for him to bare in the house. Which was your goal. You wanted him to be happy. And happy is what he finally was.

Days flew by with you there. Nights were softer and more beautiful when you were there towards the end of his day. Food tasted better, his training was easier to do and he felt something.

Something in his chest when you were around. It felt weird, but good at the same time. You often caught him rubbing his chest when you laughed at his sassy attitude and would see his ears turn pink. You'd tease him about him being shy and would pinch his cheek, which made his ears and neck turn red, which would make you laugh harder. It was nice having a friend for once, he would think.

But maybe he shouldn't have gave in to his desires. Maybe he should've pushed you away like he did when you first started interacting with him. Maybe he should've ignored his chest when it increased its beat when you came around. Because maybe then, his family wouldn't notice how much of an impact you've had on his life. Maybe they wouldn't separate you two since you guys loved being around each other so much. Maybe he should've ignored you when you told him with a sad face that you would only be around until tomorrow to pack your things.

If only he saw the way his own face dropped when those words slipped out of your mouth. The way his face when to horror, to sadness, to that stone cold look he's had for the longest time. You wanted to caress his face to soften the hard tension that resided in his forehead and cheeks. You wanted to hug him like he let you do when he wanted to cry so badly, but wanted to be a man. Well, a man is what they made him the moment they took away the one person that mattered to him.

When you left the clan house, you took his heart with him. But his devotion always stuck deep, deep in his stomach. And it wouldn't leave. He had never felt as angry as he did when you finally were escorted by car away from the home and his father had the nerve to tell him it was "for the best". He never clenched his fists so hard. Never wanted to wipe the tears off of his face so bad. But he didn't, in case you came back and wiped them off for him. Like you always did. But they dried on his face and remained until he washed his face in his bathroom alone. Too big for an 8 year old like him, but another person's presence would've been enough for him to ignore the empty, unneeded space.

And he remained that way. Alone. For years and years to come. And his yearning for you and your special care and love has been on the back of his mind as he continue to learn and grow, and he eventually became the weapon he was meant to be. He promised himself that he would never forget you. And he never forgot. He always remembered the warmth of your hands. The aura of your cursed energy, and how it felt when it lightly tickled his skin when he sat close to your side. How calm it made him feel. He never let himself forget, in hopes that he'd find you again one day. Little did he know that his efforts to remain in touch with the memories he had left wouldn't be done for nothing.

He couldn't believe his eyes. It was too dark. Too dark to see, but it was clear as day. That hair. That skin. That nostalgic scent and that energy. He ripped his blindfold off and felt his heart ache as it beats faster. "Whatthefuck." He muttered under his breath. It was cold and it certainly couldn't be comfortable like this. How long have you been here? Why were you here? Who did this to you? Was it really you? Was he dreaming?

He was informed of a missing sorcerer that hasn't been found in the past few weeks. Someone had hid you well with high security surrounding the area. No one could get in, so they obviously brought in their best weapon, him. He got through the "security" in a matter of seconds and reached you without so much as a blink of his eye. But you?? Why you? Is this what's been going on when he's been gone? You haven't gotten the strength to protect yourself so you go missing and let some nothings kidnap you and ruin your life?

He feels anger bubble in his stomach. Surprise and happiness surge his heart. The horror and confusion makes the rest of his emotions unbearable to handle. He doesn't know what to do or say. You're blindfolded, gagged, tied up and in thin clothing. From what he can see, they haven't done much but roughed you up and neglected you of things like food and water. Everything else seemed taken care of. Were they waiting for someone to bargain you back? The thought makes him grit his teeth and he'd rather not think about it. When he begins to undo your restrictions on your wrists and ankles, you let out noises of resistance and he tries to soothe you to tell you he's there to help you.

He removes your binds, your gag, and blindfold. You couldn't even hold yourself up, so he impatiently just teleports you back to his hotel room that was provided to him by the higher-ups for this mission. You immediately grow weak in the knees from the random moment of time-splitting transportation and drop to the floor, but he catches you. "I got you, I've got you. Let's get you on the bed, okay?" You're shaking in his arms and it takes everything in him to just not bombard you with questions and throwing past information on you to get you to remember him.

All you knew was that this random man that is intimidating the shit out of you with his cursed energy transported you to a hotel room after being tied up in a dark room all fucking week. A group of religious sorcerers out of nowhere asked you to join them one day when you were minding your own business at a flower shop. You declined and the leader stepped forward and dealt with you accordingly. You put up a great fight and his little family was going to step in, but you just couldn't get to him. So, he finished you first and kept you in a random dark room for 'safe keeping'.

But who was this? What was next after being kidnapped? Was he going to hurt you? Hurt you in ways the others hadn't? You hoped that for once in all of the time you had been held captive, that you'd finally catch a break and be given the necessities you needed to survive and be happy.

You blinked your eyes open, which was hard because the light from the ceiling-to-floor windows were nearly blinding you. The man had a tight grip on your arms and he continued to ask you questions about your well being that you couldn't understand at the moment. You scramble onto the bed and finally gain the sight and courage to look up at him. When your vision finally cleared, you were immediately flooded with memories of the past when you look into those familiar, tongue-numbing eyes.

You stared up at Satoru Gojo quietly for the first time in about 19 years.

.......That's right. It had been about 19 years since you last spoke. Years since you last gave up that life of following those dumb rules and took it upon yourself to teach yourself about the things they wouldn't tell you. To be better than they claimed you were. The byproduct of the people who nearly ruined your life was standing in front of you. No wonder you didn't like his energy. He had so much cursed energy oozing out of him that it made your muscles tense in a way it hadn't before. But that look in his eyes said something else entirely.

".....?" He wanted to say something to you badly, but you looked so scared. You averted your gaze before clenching your teeth. "Where...where am I?" You pathetically croaked out the words. You hadn't had a drink of water in so long. Satoru immediately rushed to the one on his night stand and opened it for you, giving it to you. You eyed the bottle, hand hesitantly reaching out. But you took it anyways, your drive for a drink overtaking your paranoia.

Most stress in your body faded when you drank the delicious mineral water and drained it in one go. Once you finished, you heaved a sigh in relief, the empty bottle hitting the ground. "You're in my hotel room. It wasn't safe where you once were. So, I just took you here."

You don't know if the man in front of you is still the boy you grew to love. But what you did know is that for the time being, you'd have to put your trust in him. You aren't healed, and you don't want any sorcerer government of any kind to know about your possible return. You'd have to ask him for help.

Satoru was more than happy to help you in any way he could. For so long, he was searching for you. His heart nearly broke into pieces when he kept searching, kept searching, and you just wouldn't be there. Not outside his door when he woke up. Not there when he would cry himself to sleep some nights with pounding headaches. And not there when he plainly lifted his head to the sky for forgiveness. He needed you. And here you are, needing him. And that look on your face was all he needed to know that this was his chance at redemption. To rebuild what once was broken. And to eventually gather warmth from being in your arms once again.

[lyneira]

♡ "kiss me" ♡

-> how would the genshin men respond after you tell them to kiss you?

a bit spicier than the usual fluff! 😏

Gives you a quick kiss

Cyno, Dainsleif, Alhaitham, Diluc

What is it? A kiss? That's all you wanted? Okay. They'll give you a quick one and that's it. Happy now? Let's be honest, they're gonna be real boring about it. So it won't be fun unless you make it fun.

When they begin leaning in to kiss you, you’ve got to grab 'em by the shoulders, deepen the kiss yourself and stay like that for a while. They're going to be both amused and shocked at your assertiveness. Then maybe they'll finally reciprocate your zeal. After all, if you bring such passion to the table, it would be wrong to give you anything less.

Immediately kisses you however they want

Itto, Childe

I hope you know what you're getting into. They'll kiss you with zero hesitation and will devour your lips. Their kisses are gonna be rough and unrelenting. They don't wanna hear any complaints about it either. You're the one who asked for it- well, rather, demanded it, and if you're going to be demanding, then it's only fair that they get their share too!

Asks how you'd like it first before kissing you

THOMA, Kaveh, Gorou, Albedo

If you had to ask for a kiss, then you must want it a certain way, right? So how would you like it? Would you like a light peck or a deep kiss? Do you want it gentle or more rough? Do you want them to bite your lip? Suck on it? Use tongue?

Dare to tell them to figure it out. A small blush will then spread across their cheeks, but they're nonetheless eager to go through all sorts of ways to kiss you.

And in between kisses, they'll frequently ask, "Do you like that?", "Is this what you wanted?", or "Tell me how you'd like it, love" 😘

Gives you what you want, exactly how you want it

Kazuha, ZHONGLI, Tighnari, Baizhu

Would chuckle at your forwardness, but would nonetheless kiss you. They're gonna beckon you to come closer, pull you in towards them, cup the side of your face and give you a long and deep kiss.

When they break away, they'll take a moment to admire your face, caressing your cheek with their thumb as they think about how blessed they are to have you in their life.

Tries to act indifferent about it

SCARAMOUCHE, Xiao

They're going to blush a bit at the sudden demand. But they'll try to put up an indifferent front towards it. "Well...sure I guess....", he'll shrug and give you a quick peck on the lips. His attitude reverts to a flustered one when you hum with delight and have the brightest smile on your face after he kisses you.

"Why are you so happy? It's just a kiss"

"It's a kiss from my beloved, why wouldn't I be happy?"

Now you've got him even redder.

"...would you like more?", he'll mumble.

He just loves seeing you so happy, and is so happy that the reason for it is him.

Teases you before giving it to you

Ayato, Venti, KAEYA, Heizou

In any other situation, they'd kiss you on the spot. Though, this time, they'd pause and decide to make you work for it. If you wanted a kiss, then you'd better earn it. Show them how patient and good you could be.

They're going to kiss you everywhere except for your lips, the place where you wanted it to be. They'll be painfully slow about it too. They'll begin by kissing your hand, then pressing kisses up arm, up your neck, your jaw, and right when you think he was finally going to kiss your lips, he simply kisses your cheek. You whine and he simply responds, "I'm kissing you, aren't I?", and proceeds to leave kisses all over your face.

If you try to kiss them, they'll put a finger up to your lips to prevent you and will prolong their teasing. Like I said, he wants to see how patient you can be and once he's seen it, he'll admire your adorable, flustered face for a moment before finally meeting his lips with yours.

Bonus:

Will say "no" just to get a rise out of you

Alhaitham, Scaramouche, CHILDE, Heizou, Kaeya

Similar to teasing, but worse. He'll deny you to the point where you truly believe that he doesn't want to kiss you. It's gonna make you pout, but once he's taken in enough of your cute expression, he's going to kiss you so sweetly and do much more to make it up to you.

(I would've added Venti here but I feel like he'd be afraid that you'll never kiss him again if he were to tease you like that lol

On the other hand, these dudes here would be confident that you'll be kissing them again. They'll make sure of it ;) )

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[fizzywashere87]

OKAY OKAY SO I WAMNA REQUEST LIKE 2012 RAPH HAS A CRUSH

AND HIS CRUSH IS THE MOST DENSE MF EVER LIKE RAOH WILL FLIRT WITH EM AND THEY'LL BE LIKE "awe thanks!" Just really oblivious lol

notes: OMGIE YESSSSS THIS IS CUTE (it has been rotting in my inbox for a few weeks months and this i apologize for) also i didn't know if you wanted hc's or a fic so i js went with a fic for this one BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS TYSM FOR REQUESTING ML I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! 🫶🫶

Warnings: Gn! Reader, Fluff? Slight crack ig, Rushed at the end kinda

M.List

Think Babes, Think!

Raphael and his brothers were training in the dojo, as usual. Nothing new, nothing to bat an eye for, though Raphael was somewhat distracted. This was not usual.

What was he thinking about that made him so distracted you ask me?

Them.

Who's them?

(Name)

He's gonna try and flirt with them today, that's why he's so worked up.

Raphael is put against Donatello today in their sparring matches, and while they circle each other just waiting for Master Splinter to give them the 'go,' Raphael can't seem to shut his thoughts up.

They probably don't even like you back.

You're an ugly, gross mutant, they're human and just perfect, no human wants to be with a mutant, nonetheless one like them.

Ugly green freak-

His anger was beginning to show on his face. Donatello noticed, raising a non-existent brow, he started, "Uh- Raph-"

"Haijime!"

Raph lunged at Donnie right away, which the taller turtle narrowly dodged, causing Raph to tuck and land on his knees for him to quickly get back up again. The rest of the sparring match was a blur, Raphael was just angry.

"Yame!"

He came back to his sense when he heard Donnie groan from the floor as he stood over him panting slightly. He wasn't as angry as he was a few seconds ago, but the feeling of anger definitely lingered. Donnie got up, Leo and Mikey were already seated on their knees, Leo having won that match. "Uh, Raph, you look, like extra angry dude-" Mikey spoke up prompting Raph to whip his head at his younger brother and send him a glare.

"I am not angry." He spoke through gritted teeth, Mikey put his hands up in mock defense as Donnie and Raph go to sit on their knees beside their two brothers. Master Splinter stands in front of his four sons his hands clasped behind his back, the boys wait to hear what he's about to say, Raph, with an angered look on his features.

"You boys did-"

"Casey! Cut it out!"

"I didn't do nothin' red!"

"Say on God, we both seen you Jones!"

Master Splinter sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose at the certain ruckus going on at the new arrivals if you'll call them that, Leo also seems to sigh, the rest of the brothers unphased.

At the sound of their voice, Raph's anger was immediately lifted a ton, and he thought about his plan to flirt with them today. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he was going to. His attention turned back to his sensei when he heard another sigh come from him. "You boys did well today, remember your strengths, hide and let go of your weaknesses. We will resume our training tomorrow."

"Hai sensei!" The boys say together, bowing slightly before getting up and meeting their human friends who're in the living room.

As the four boys walk in, April gives a warm smile and wave, (Name) flashes their usual grin, and Casey continues munching on popcorn. Donnie runs to April first much to Casey's dismay and he gets ready to pick a small fight. Mikey, as usual runs to grab a comic book and he plops on the couch next to Casey, giving (Name) a fist bump, Leo also walking over to greet and join his friends. (Name) looks to Raph who seems to be taking the soul out of that poor punching dummy.

(Name) walks over to him, smiling slightly. "Hey Raph, what 'cha up to?" They ask talking over his quieter grunts. He pauses for a moment, looking at them and sighing slightly, (Name) didn't pick up on it.

"Nothing, just punching." He replies, crossing his arms, they look at the dummy and back at him, nodding in understandment. He really wanted to say something sweet to them, something that would give them the hint. This was so, so, not like him. He's not supposed to care about this, the only thing he's supposed to care about is punching aliens and taking down Shredder. So why, why was he so persistent with this?

Although now that he thinks about it, he may have to be a bit more straightforward with (Name). There was that one time...

"Hey." Raph says as a greeting, seeing (Name) walk into the lair, they plop down on the couch next to him, and he sets his comic down.

"Hey Raph! What's up?" (Name) smiled and started idly tapping their foot on the ground. This was his chance, why was he doing this? Never mind that he's doing it, no matter how soft he comes off as.

"You," he clears his throat, "you look cute today." Raph says mentally cursing himself at the way he sounded and how they easily could've taken that as him implying they don't look cute everyday.

(Name) pauses for a moment, taking in his words. A bright smile etches across their face and she gives him a thumbs up. "Thank you Raph! You look pretty good yourself!" They stay quiet for a moment before speaking up. "You okay? It's totally not like you to give out compliments like that!" (Name) tilts their head a wave of concern washing over their adorable human features.

Raph was dumbfounded, shocked even. He stayed quiet for a moment as he processes how his flirting just flew over your head. Were they playing dumb with him to avoid rejecting him? he wouldn't blame them... (Name) was a human and he was an ugly green freak!

"What do you mean?! I can't compliment people?!" He plays the angry and defensive card to get out of that one.

(Name) watches as he punches the dummy, looking over how his muscles flexed at certain points, taking it all in. They wished he seen them the way they do. Why can't he like them back?

Raph stops his punching and turns towards (Name), he took a deep breath and sighed. "(Name), can I ask you something?" He sounded almost nervous? What was wrong?

"Of course Raph! What's up?" (Name) asked slightly concerned, it could be anything at this point. (Name) was hoping he'd get it over quickly so they don't have to wait any longer in suspense.

"Would you," Raph clears his throat, "Would you want to go out sometime?" His tried not to wince as his voice took on a higher pitch at the end.

(Name) thought for a moment, was he asking them out? Probably not, either way they would love to go. "Sure!" They smile, "Any specific reason?" They ask curious as to why Raph of all people would want to go out with them.

Raph sighed audibly through his nose. Welp, this was going to be all or nothing. Time to rip the bandaid off for this one. "I was asking you out on a date." He crosses his arms he scoffs. "Forget it, you wouldn't want to go on a date with an ugly green mutant. Stop playing stupid with me." Raph walks off, angry and a little sad.

(Name) pauses for a moment, as if something wet had just hit them in the face. "What?" They mumble. "Raph wait!" They call out and Raph pauses.

"What do you want?" Raph turns around to face them again, although he didn't really want to. (Name) lightly jogs up to him. "I would love to go out with you, I just didn't think that you liked me like that..." (Name) says rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly.

Raph raises a brow, a small smirk on his face. "You really are that dense." He said crossing his arms, getting an eye roll from (Name)."Where were you thinking we go?" (Name) asks, referring to their up coming date, completely disregarding his (lighthearted) insult.

"Mr. Murakami's place, it's not like I can go anywhere else." Raph says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. (Name) shrugs and nods. "You do have a point there." They smile at him and plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Pick me up at 8 on Friday!" (Name) skips off to go hangout with April who was seated on the couch engrossed in her laptop for school. Raph was left there with pink cheeks and wide eyes, his jaw slightly agape.

Wow.

@fashionablysouly @serendipitous-girl

[authorred]

Frostbite | Li Shen/Zayne x reader | Love and Deepspace | Part 2

➺ Preface: After the aether core in your heart destabilizes your condition, Zayne is left lost and reeling as to how to save your life.

➺ It's been so long since I've seen my pookies I've been obsessing over Arcane and Valorant and mmm yeah JanitorAI too (don't ask pls don't ask I've done things I'm not proud of but I would do it again) I AM GETTING FED SO FUCKING GOOD HOOYYY YUHHHHH

Warning(s): Uhhhh honestly idek general injuries ig, angst, mentions of death, that shit ykykyk

➺ Part 1

You haven't regained consciousness and it's making the medical team--especially Zayne--grow increasingly worried. Waves of metaflux pulse from your isolation chambers and the chance of Wanderers showing up or following the signature grows with each one. Not to mention, the hospital's electrical grid is affected with each wave. If the power gives, it plunges you and many others into disaster. And if Wanderers show up, then. . . that makes things impossible to come back from.

Your heart is still insanely unstable, and your medical team is doing everything they can to figure out a plan--something to buy you and them time before you inevitably blow everything to bits.

Okay, perhaps not explode like a bomb, but the alternative is not so different. Your heart's aether core is unstable nonetheless, and it's powerful, and it's increasing its chances in attracting equally as powerful Wanderers. You don't respond to stimuli--quite frankly, it's as if your brain has decided to shut you off to protect you from the suffering you would be going through if it didn't. With that, at least they don't have to worry about pumping x amount of pain meds into you. That's a small mercy in this endless nightmare. Surgery is thrown around, an emergency surgery to either try to stablize your heart with protocores or remove the aether core entirely--which. . . in its own right an unknown challenge with unknown consequences, but hey, they have to try, right?

Zayne walks up to the glass in the observation mezzanine again. How many times has he come here today? Three, four? Who knows, it doesn't matter. The thought of performing heart surgery on you--and not just a simple bypass or transplant, he's done those plenty of times before--but emergency surgery that has a morbidly low rate of succeeding. . . it makes his hands tremble in a way they haven't in a long time. Doctor Zayne is scared but there's no one else he trusts to do such a task. He has to do it. Has to trust he'll keep his head and trust that you'll make it out the other side. It's all he can do. All anyone can do. The general plan is to shut down your nervous system as much as they can to reduce the metaflux from you and to calm your evol as much as possible. Anything to keep them and yourself safe from your own unpredictability. Once you're under control for the most part, they'll go in, attempt to stabilize your heart with protocores, and close you up. If that doesn't work, they'll attempt to remove the shards of core from your heart, and if that doesn't work, then all that's left to do is keep you held in isolation and hope the problem corrects itself. Though, there runs the risk that you'll never wake up again.

As the team scrub up and the supplies are delivered and prepared, Zayne keeps to himself. Quiet, thinking, observing. This is his everyday life, he's a surgeon for god's sake. But this is so different. So, so different. It's you. And if he fucks up, if he loses you whilst you're under his knife, then. . . what was all this for? Just to lose you in the end?

~ You can hear it. Feel it. The pulses, the evol, the metaflux. Is that me? It's muffled zips and whooshes on the edge of your hearing, just out of reach. Everything feels so disconnected. So far away from your own self you're questioning if you're still alive or not. Surely, you are. The afterlife can't be just this. Just numbness and disorientation and the teasing of the living world at the edge of your consciousness. You try to talk but you can't--do you even have a mouth? A body? You don't know. What even happened? I don't know.

And as you float within that dark, derealized abyss, you wait. For what, you don't know, but you wait. You can faintly hear voices, faraway and muffled, like you're sticking your ear against a wall to listen to a conversation happening two doors down. The words don't sound familiar to you, like they're speaking a foreign language. You also don't recognize their tone or pitch anyway. Strangers, perhaps. Where even are you, currently? Well, where's your body? Did Zayne bring you to a hospital? Did he manage to get you help after all? I don't know.

And then, you hear it. That low timbre voice--one you could pick out even if you were old and decrepit.

Zayne.

Your own thought echoes back to you, bouncing around and reverberating like that's the keyword, a blessing. He's talking, saying words that sound garbled and gibberish, but you know it's him. Your body could be decomposed in the grave and your bones will still try to move at the sound of his feet above your buried casket. He's ingrained in you. Your doctor, your Zayne. And then, you see harsh light bleeding through the abyss. Filtered and shaded, like looking at a lightbulb with your eyes closed. What the hell is going on? And suddenly, your eyes slowly open.

And about five faces gaze down at you in horror, dressed is surgeon scrubs.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Can i request the react to mc wearing the knight armor outfit they have? It just has so much comedic value it would be a CRIME not to wear it. Especially during poppys dragon quest that would be hilarious. Better if MC is a gryffindor as well since the chivalry thing. The outift has so much potential unexplored.

A/N: lmao I love this

HLC REACT TO MC WEARING A FULL SUIT OF ARMOR

!!CLANKCLANKCLANKCLANK!! MC rushed to meet their friend, sliding to a stop in front of them. The visor has fallen in front of their face and they flip it back up after two failed attempts. They hold a pose then do a spin to show off the dull old armor they found. MC just knows they'll be impressed.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He watches them the whole time they're running up to him. They nearly trip over their own feet and go face first into the dirt. He blinks slowly and shakes his head, maybe he was seeing things. There's no way they were going to pull off a stealth mission in that. "Mental..." Is all he can manage to say out loud.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What is that God awful racket??" He stands perplexed in front of the suit of armor that seemingly just came to life and started walking around. His face was fully contorted in confusion as MC struggled to open the visor. "What are you-...just, what!?"

ANNE SALLOW: Okay, when she admitted that she was actually into the whole "knight in shining armor" trope, she wasn't implying to them to take it seriously. Now they just look silly. Silly enough to make her smile, but silly nonetheless. "You're not actually going out in that, are you?"

IMELDA REYES: She doesn't want to give MC the satisfaction of making her laugh at their goofiness, but watching them try to mount a broom in armor is the funniest thing she's seen in a while. They're so off balance that they look like a new born deer trying to walk over a fence, while also covered in metal. They keep falling into a heap on the ground and she is struggling to keep it together.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh wow, you can wear the metal suits in the halls? I thought they were just for show. Can I wear one?" Whatever shenanigans MC is up to, she wants in. If MC gives her one, she'll proudly go stomping around the grounds with them.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He quirks his eyebrows and chuckles. "Come on, the explosion wasn't that bad last time. But since you're here, and well protected, care to test my latest brew? I call it Baba Yaga's Bombastic Buttersnipes! It'll be a hit at the Halloween festival this year, I just know it! ...As long as I can figure out how to keep the splash range to less than ten feet." He says the last sentence under his breath.

LEANDER PREWETT: He covers his mouth as he examines MC's choice of wardrobe. He takes his hand away and opens his mouth to say something but words fail him. He covers a sneaking laugh with a cough and covers his mouth again. "Well uh....good on you for really, uh...committing to the whole Gryffindor...pride, yeah...pfff!" He turns away, turning red from holding his laughter.

AMIT THAKKAR: His confusion turns to laughter as MC fights the visor to stay up. "You're really committed to the 'hero' role, aren't you? Got a suit of, somewhat, shining armor and everything. You look like you just stepped out of a story book." He giggles to himself as MC gives him a thumbs up and proudly marches on.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He laughs so hard, he snorts. He covers his face in embarrassment but can't stop laughing. His sides hurt. He's tearing up. MC needs to walk away so he can catch his breath.

POPPY SWEETING: She looks them up and down for maybe a second before doubling over in laughter. "Well I don't think the dragon will have any trouble spotting you!" She wipes a tear from her eye. "I hope you're more agile than you look or you're going to be roasted alive in that."

ELEAZAR FIG: He thought he was used to MC's unusual fashion sense by now. Turns out they can still surprise him. He doesn't say anything of it, just gives them a concerned side eye. Where did they even find a full suit of unenchanted armor that fit? Maybe he should start asking more questions...but life is easier to manage if he doesn't.

[moonspiritmars]

okay tonight's mismag2 episode really felt like all of the air was sucked out of my room. I'm still at a loss for words over the beautiful, raw, and fucking real depictions of grief by Lou and Danielle tonight and I need to spend time finding the words to explain the way in which they touched me, as someone who has experienced a comically large amount of grief. I felt transported into their characters many times tonight and that has never happened to such an immense degree for me before. Even just thinking about it has me tearing up again jesus. I just want to thank them more than anything.

There's been a lot said about Evan tonight and so I don't want to add too much more to it because I want to focus more on the others but I did need to get one thing out, as someone who has been the Evan Kelmp to many of my friends and loved ones.

K just wanted to help, to fix, to heal, to unbreak the broken, and there are many things that are admirable in that desperate need to help despite your ability to do so.

It's just that the thing K tried to 'fix' wasn't broken anymore. Healed poorly, sure, but healed nonetheless, and yet to K it was still seen as broken, in need of fixing, in need of saving.

To have healed 'ugly,' and have that not seen as healed enough creates a deeply wounded creature in you, if there wasn't one already there to begin with. To be nonchalant, or even proud, of the way something has healed, whether literally or figuratively, and have that be stomped on by someone who believes that if they can heal you just a little bit more, fix you a little bit better, they can ultimately mold your healing to meet their standards, fucking burns. So many people already struggle to feel like they will ever be anything other than broken, and these attempts while often in good faith, just reinforce that belief. Also, it may not be true for everyone, but wanting to fix at whatever the cost, without thinking about consequences, can often be tied back to wanting to feel some semblance of control. K wants to save the world, and they can't, but if they can just save Evan, maybe they'll finally feel like they're worth something.

Evan never asked to be saved, though. Sure, people rarely ask straight up to be saved despite wanting it more than anything, but to assume that is the case for every person who has healed awkwardly is a deeply unhealthy saviorism complex that always harms more than it helps.

Idk there's probably 100 better ways to get this point across, I just have been in this situation before and it hurts in a brand new way. I flinched when K became fixated on the healed bone in Evan's arm because I knew where it was going immediately and didn't like it. It's a wound that never develops scar tissue, a burn that is always a burn no matter how much time has passed. You are not broken, but you are not healed 'correctly,' and no matter how much work you did on your own, how bloody your fingers are from clawing your way out of the deepest of holes, how you learned to save yourself despite everything, it won't be enough. Whether directly or indirectly, it means you won't be enough, either.

Anyways woooooooooo the deeply wounded animal in me flinched and whined at this episode, but also settled in the raw and real depictions of grief by the cast. I cannot wait to write more about Jammer and Sam, about feeling like your purpose is to hold everyone else together, to smile and laugh so people don't worry about you. For now I'll just settle with saying from the bottom of my heart, thank you for grieving in front of us. I have a hopeful feeling that many people will find parts of themselves healed by the beautiful work that was tonights episode, and if those parts heal awkward or a little bit wrong, remember they are healed. That is enough. You are whole, and you always have been. To have brokenness inside you does not mean that you are broken yourself. To heal at all, even at awkward angles, in 'ugly' ways, is a beautiful, fragile thing. Cherish it.

And hey if you feel like you are broken and unhealed and not ready or able to heal or tend to your wounds, and like people will always see you as broken and unhealed and nothing more, I won't. I don't. Pinky promise.

[nardos-primetime]

TW FOR CHILD NEGLECT/ABUSE & SH

More info under the cut.

Things were hard at first. After the (final) lab explosion, it took a while for Lee to even want to leave it. A part of all of them kind of hoped Muninn and Huginn would come back for them.

Where Draxum's inconsistent dehumanization and high praise only served to build a connection that has rules such as "No calling me foolish names like Dad, only Father if you truly insist." his two henchmen provided more security for the boys.

Once they did leave, Lee- Or Blue. Because names were forbidden from Draxum. They were Red, Orange, Purple, and Blue. Nonetheless, Lee remembered something about getting above ground, into human society, so that's where they worked to get.

Mic has a bit of a temper if he feels like he's being treated like a baby, he'll often respond angrily. (Such as when Lee and Donno try to hide their arguments from him.) This isn't to say he doesn't try to stay cheery, he often plays more of the role of what he thinks a little brother is. Sometimes he cant even control the act, sometimes it feels like his energy levels aren't under his control. He's ironically cooped up by the situation, making him rather antsy since he doesn't have the safety to be free and do things for fun. He is also the one that often collects food and tries to prep some kind of meals for the group. He looks up to Rage and Lee the most since they work to keep happiness between the four.

Rage is mostly nonverbal, only very occasionally will he talk, often quietly. In most cases, he uses body language or other noises. He struggles with his own anger and urges to lash out, which results in him doing the opposite to not scare the others, trying to become as harmless as possible towards them. He tries to help Mic feel better during Donno and Lee's arguments (normally pisses Mic off more.)

Donno is confident. Not really, he often makes jokes and pushes his own ego to ignore the uncertainty of their situation. He is often sitting down or carried by his brothers since his right ankle tends to hurt, possibly from the growth enhancer they'd all been given. He's also the most hungry, so the lack of consistent meals hit him the hardest. He tries to avoid problems, leading to arguments with Lee about what they should be doing, (he normally caves in, though.)

Lee became the de facto leader, leading the others around to try and find their father, which he does believe loved them. Just in his…. Own way. Lee finds the places for them to sleep and takes up responsibilities when needed. Every day, he insists that they'll find their dad (they still follow the name rule, but since dad isn't here, it's not that bad to call him that, right?) Everything will be okay! Even if he's starting to have his own doubts. He's their hope. He can't give up.

Donno always gets hungrier first.

Donno starts an… ugly habit between his brothers and him. And an uglier hunger for a... certain type of meat.

(This is messier ironically since the first draft I had to delete cooked so hard but here's some lore for the beginning Era of the au.)

[suckerforcate]

pretty please request for kate/reader, captured together and locked in adjourning cells or something similar. maybe they get treated cruelly, maybe they're just left there🤷🏻

Shared Captivity

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1855

Warning: I think none? Used Y/n like once or twice maybe, some insecurities maybe

Summary: Kate and you have been put in neighboring cells after going undercover at an event and being found out. You spend the time talking and finding our some stuff about each other

A/n: Hope you like it!!! I wasn't exactly sure how to end it, so I just went for this. Hope that's okay? Somehow? Would be so happy about a comment, like or repost!!!

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Being held captive had definitely not been how you had imagined your day to go. But here you were, in a dark and dirty cell with a flimsy excuse of a light. You were all alone, though you knew Kate had to be somewhere close. The cell had no windows, nothing to give you any sort of information about neighboring cells or where you even were.

Kate and you had been undercover on a high-class event. It was one of those typical companies that had very suddenly gotten very popular and managed to get their products into nearly every home in Great Britain. And in 99 per cent of the cases that meant problems. Big, big problems. Home invasion kind of problem.

You had originally simply meant to try and gather some intell, but one thing had led to another, and you'd been caught and thrown into cells. Which was where you were now. You were torn between kicking the uncomfortable heels off you'd been wearing and keeping them on as to not stand barefoot on the disgusting cell floor. In the end you chose the latter option and let out a sound of disgust as you felt something wet on the soles of your feet. The hemline of your dress trailed over the dirty floor, and you were already making plans on how you'd burn it later.

You hoped the walls between cells weren't too thick as you knock against the wall loudly. "Kate?" You yelled hoping she was close by and could hear you. You heard some very faint shuffling, clicking of heels and then...

"Y/n?" Kate's voice rang through your cell, a bit muffled by the wall but clear nonetheless. You let out a relieved breath and closed your eyes for a second.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you alright?" You asked a bit concerned. You hadn't been hurt, but that didn't mean she couldn't have been hurt.

"I'm fine. You?" That was good. You both hadn't been hurt. Yet, at least.

"I'm fine." You replied and slid down along the wall until you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. You figured your dress was already ruined, so it really didn't matter anymore.

"You're still wearing your heels." You stated, remembering that you had heard the click on the floor a few minutes back. You heard very quiet chuckling.

"Bloody uncomfortable." Kate replied, and you heard her kick them off and suddenly her voice was much closer to your ear again.

"Don't know why I kept them on." She spoke, her voice sounding a bit clearer. You supposed she had sat down as well.

"Don't sit down! Your suit was so beautiful, you'll ruin it." You protest. It really had been gorgeous. A nice blue, tailored to her body with a white blouse underneath. You hadn't been able to keep your eyes off her.

"Too late." She simply said. It really was a shame about the suit. But you supposed she had enough other ones. And truth be told the suit really wasn't the important thing right now. You were unharmed. Kate was unharmed. That was enough for now.

"The others will know something's wrong if we don't report to them." You said after a few silent moments, probably more to calm yourself down. Kate was trained and more experienced in situations like these. She probably wasn't half as nervous as you.

"They will. And they'll find us." Your happy she indulged you for a moment and simply assured you. No judgment. You had always been a bit more fidgety and nervous about stuff like this. And dark underground rooms, without even a window really didn't sound like things that you'd put on your list of 'Things I absolutely love'.

"What's your favourite colour?" You suddenly asked, it had been the first thing that had come to your mind. You wanted to distract yourself and talk to Kate. And you'd always wanted to know more about her. Though you could have asked a more intelligent question.

"Blue." She simply answered. To be fair, you could have guessed that. Made absolutely sense. For a moment you stay silent again.

"Mine's purple." You said. She hadn't asked. But she was Kate. She'd talk to you about the greatest nonsense and listen to you babble on for hours if it calmed your mind.

So you asked more questions. Unimportant ones. But they took your mind off the matter. You asked her what her favourite book was. The thousand autumns of Jacob de Zoet. You didn't know it, which surprised you not one bit.

You asked about her favourite movie, her favourite musicians and bands, what she did in her free time besides gardening and playing bridge. You asked why she started working at UNIT and why she had become a scientist.

The questions morphed from unimportant and superficial, to personal and intimate to absolutely ridiculous.

"Do you have tattoos?" You asked next. A surprised snort was heard from the other side of the wall. You raised your eyebrows, though of course Kate couldn't see that.

"God, no." She replied finally and that made you laugh.

"You sound awfully negative about the matter." You stated, curious on her take on tattoos. You had a few yourself. Not really visible and all rather small. But you wouldn't be opposed to more.

"I wouldn't mind one with a meaning. For my kids for example. But even that would have to be small and easy to hide. I think they can look good. Just not for me." She explained, ever the polite and supportive Kate. Never to judge people for what they chose to do. It was one of the reasons she was such an incredible boss and head of UNIT. You hummed in response, your head lent back against the cold stonewall.

"Do you? Have tattoos I mean." Kate asked back. You nodded and then remembered she couldn't see you. So you answered.

"I do actually. But not a lot and I can hide them." You thought, but maybe you imagined it, that you heard Kate hum softly. She asked about the tattoos after a moment, and you told her about every one and the story behind it. She just let you speak and after some time you weren't even sure if she was still there. You panicked slightly and stopped talking.

"You still there, Kate?" You spoke, voice just slightly worried. Scenarios of the most horrible things filled your mind for the few seconds that it took Kate to answer.

"I am. Sorry. Your voice is very soothing, and I'm really tired." You felt warmth rise into your cheeks and a stupid smile graze your lips. She liked your voice. But she was right. It was late, and it had been a long day. You couldn't see the sky, but you assumed it was long dark.

"Maybe you should sleep a bit." You offered, tone a bit softer. "I'll stay awake. I'm not tired." A lie. And Kate probably knew that it was a lie. But she didn't comment on it. She simply thanked you, and then you didn't hear her talk for quite some time. Quite frankly you were bored out of your mind. You couldn't watch the stars, not that they'd be visible in London, you didn't have a phone or a book or anything that would be remotely interesting. You didn't even have something to tell the time, so you had no idea how much time had passed since Kate fell asleep.

"Y/n?" A very sleepy voice asked from the other side of the wall. You smiled fondly. "Yeah?" You asked softly.

"Thought you might have fallen asleep as well." She responded and then yawned loud enough for you to hear. You chuckled.

"I promised to stay awake, didn't I?" You sweetly answered, getting simply a hum from Kate as an answer. She was probably still half asleep.

"You know...when we get out of here, we could go to dinner." You said after a few minutes of silence. It was a bit pathetic that the time you finally found the courage to ask was in a cell where you couldn't see her, but at least you asked. As an answer you simply got silence. At least for a few seconds.

"Do you mean that?" The hidden question was clear. Do you really want a date with me? Or is this just a heat of the moment thing 'cause we're captured together. Your answer was as simple as the question.

"Yes."

Silence again. You already expected her to just ignore you and act like it never happened. "Ok." Her voice was soft, nearly hesitant. Again it was silent. You were the one to break it.

"You could wear a dress. I've never seen you in one." You spoke softly. You really never had. Whenever you went with her to any sort of event, like today, she'd worn a suit.

"I bet you'd look amazing." You added after a moment as Kate hadn't yet answered. Your voice was careful but sincere. You were sure Kate would look amazing in a dress.

"You think?" She asked back and sounded uncharacteristically unsure of herself. Smaller and more hesitant. It surprised you.

"'Course. It'd look great. Maybe one that shows off your legs." Silence. You already thought you had said something wrong. Had been too forward, maybe crossed a line. But then she spoke again.

"They're really nothing special. And besides, I've gotten old." Silence again. But simply because you didn't really know what to answer. Was she being for real? Did she actually think that was a problem?

This evening had brought out many truths. From personal and maybe a bit too private questions asked earlier, over your revealed crush on her, to insecurities you had never guessed even existed. But then again, everyone has them. You have them. People you see in the street have them. Why not Kate?

"Are you pulling back out of that dinner?" She asked, voice small and quiet. She nearly sounded afraid that you actually would.

"No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous." You quickly answered and leaned your head back against the stone. "I just guess I hadn't ever thought about the fact that someone as beautiful as you could have insecurities about the way they look." You admitted softly, shrugging more for yourself than anything else. She couldn't see it anyway.

"Thank you." She eventually replied. A bit stronger again, more like the Kate you're used to. You'd gladly remind her of it every day.

It was no surprise that a few hours later when Osgood and the guys had finally found you and gotten you both out of that dirty shithole Kate hugged you a bit longer than usually. It hadn't surprised you either that her cheeks were tinged pink just a tiny bit and when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

A minute later she was all business again, and you smiled amazed at her ability to slip into the role of the leader so easily.

[oiblackestsheep]

MBTI Hunger Games Simulation

Gonna throwback to the 2010's (shudders) (skip to bottom of post if you just want the stats and the ending/ultimate betrayal lmao)

There are eight teams of two, all of which were chosen randomly by spinning the ✨Wheel of Fate✨ Before we see how this game goes, let's take a look at the teams determined by nothing other than DESTINY and place your bets.

District 1: ISTP x ENFJ

Opposites attract, maybe? Could compliment each other well, but there could be some infighting. I'd bet on it.

District 2: INFP x ESFP

...Not a very goal driven bunch, are they? If they win... it'll be dumb luck. With style, of course! They'll be interesting to watch, nonetheless. Bet against.

District 3: ENFP x INTP

Lmao, okay, do they even want to win? That's a lot of Ne for one team. They might have better luck actually breaking out of the arena itself, instead! Bet against.

District 4: ISFP x ENTP

Interesting take... it's not what I think of when I think "winner", but honestly? I think they could pull it together in their own way. Sure, why not! Bet on.

District 5: ESTP x INFJ

This one feels like a practical joke lmao. I'm gonna say most likely to split up and do their own things. Bet against.

District 6: ISTJ x ESTJ

I'd say they're probably the scariest team on the list, I would watch out for that. It almost feels kind of unfair that they got paired up? Kinda wanna see them meet their maker. Bet against.

District 7: INTJ x ESFJ

Now these guys seem like unlikely friends, actually. I think they'll discover that they unexpectly work well together, keeping a balanced team! Bet on.

District 8: ISFJ x ENTJ

So close to the other team, but for me, no cigar. I think there's going to be power struggles and opposing priorities. Second team to split up. Bet against.

With all of that said, let's see what happens when the game starts!

Bloodbath

ENFJ convinces ISFP to not kill him only to kill her instead.

ENTJ attacks ESFP but ESTP protects her killing ENTJ.

ESFJ stays at the cornucopia for resources.

ENTP takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.

INTJ finds a bow and some arrows.

ENFP finds a bag full of food.

INFJ takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.

ESTJ takes a couple explosives from near the cornucopia.

ISTJ takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.

INFP dashes to the forest to avoid the bloodbath.

INTP grabs a sword.

ISFJ runs away with a sword and some rope.

ISTP scores a bar mace from inside the cornucopia.

Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1

Deceased Tally ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 1

ESFP in a cruel fate, asks ISFJ to kill INFJ or ESTP. She decides to kill INFJ.

INTP fishes in the water for some food.

INTJ discovers a water source.

INFP, ENTP, and ESFJ hunt for other tributes.

ISTP begs for ENFP to kill him. She refuses, keeping ISTP alive.

ISTJ thinks about his family and starts crying.

ENFJ receives a water spile from a sponsor.

ESTJ receives a water spile from a sponsor.

Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1

Deceased Tally INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 1

INTP bashes ENTP's head in with a mace.

ESTJ convinces ENFJ to snuggle with her for the night.

INTJ tries to sing himself to sleep.

ESFJ and INFP hold hands and cry together.

ISFJ huddles up next to a fire and cooks the meat she hunted earlier in the day.

ESFP, ENFP, and ESTP sing songs together, hoping for the best.

ISTJ and ISTP fall asleep holding hands.

Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1

Deceased Tally ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 2

ESTJ accidentally walks over a land mine.

ESTP hides in a bush, terrified and scared.

INTJ, ESFJ, and ENFP hunt for other tributes.

INTP, ESFP, ISTJ, and ENFJ raid INFP's camp while she is away.

ISFJ tends to ISTP's wounds.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1

Deceased Tally ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 2

ENFP is stabbed in her sleep by ENFJ.

ESFP lets INFP into her campsite.

INTJ leaves ISFJ, ESTP, and ISTP because he does not like their plan to kill more people.

INTP tries to sing herself to sleep.

ESFJ falls asleep shivering from a fever.

ISTJ begins to cry.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1

Deceased Tally ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 3

ISTP overwhelmed with anger, bashes ESTP's head against a rock several times.

ENFJ scares ESFP off into the distance.

INTJ and INFP create a fort out of sticks and leaves.

INTP chases ISFJ.

ISTJ receives healing ointment from a sponsor.

ESFJ discovers a hidden pathway.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1 ISTP: 1

Deceased Tally ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 3

INTP chases ESFJ for over a mile before making the kill.

INTJ starts a campfire with materials on the ground.

ENFJ thinks about his family.

ISTJ falls alseep to the sound of people screaming.

INFP convinces ISFJ to stand guard for the night while she sleeps.

ESFP receives a hatchet and water from an unknown sponsor.

ISTP sleeps in small increments, awaking to every little noise.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1

Deceased Tally ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 4

ESFP severely wounds ISTJ and leaves him to die.

ISTP sings a song while searching for a food source. He finally finds some wild berries.

INFP runs away from ISFJ.

ENFJ discovers a hidden pathway.

INTP has a mild panic attack.

INTJ makes a wooden spear from tree branches.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 ESFP: 1

Deceased Tally ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 4

ESFP sets fire to ISTP's fort, burning him alive.

ISFJ is unable to start a fire and is extremely uncomfortable.

INTP, ENFJ, and INFP sleep in shifts, each hoping the other two do not betray them.

INTJ receives an iPad from an unknown sponsor.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1

Deceased Tally ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 5

After hearing footsteps, INFP catches ESFP from behind guard and kills her.

INTJ dreams about home back at his district.

INTP and ISFJ create an alliance.

ENFJ tries to sleep in order to reduce stress.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INFP: 1

Deceased Tally ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 5

ISFJ slips on a frozen river and drowns.

INTJ, INFP, INTP, and ENFJ sleep in shifts, trying to protect each other.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INFP: 1

Deceased Tally ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Day 6

INTJ bleeds out from a wound left mildly treated.

After hearing footsteps, INFP catches INTP from behind guard and kills her.

ENFJ injures himself tripping over a log.

Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 INFP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1

Deceased Tally INTJ (day 6) INTP (day 6) ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

Night 6

ENFJ tends to INFP's wounds.

Day 7

INFP chucks a spiked ball into ENFJ's chest.

Kills Tally INFP: 3 ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1

Deceased Tally ENFJ (day 7) INTJ (day 6) INTP (day 6) ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)

1st Place: INFP (3 kills)

2nd Place: ENFJ (2 kills)

3rd Place: INTP (2 kills)

Honorable Mention: INTJ (0 kills, lasted until day 6!)

[snoopyearss]

“Ride Me Like a Rodeo” satosugu x fem. reader

Frat boys gojo and geto in cowboy costumes mmm

cw: frenemies to lovers, slight dumification, Eiffel Tower, creampies, slight degradation, cunnilingus, pet names (bunny,angel,pretty girl,etc), unestablished love to confessions

I didn’t really proof read I’m sorry for any typos

W.C: 5k

"Come on Y/n, please?" Shoko clasped her hands together, turning doe-eyed as she begged you to come to yet another college party with her, Utahime, and Mei. "For the last time, I said no. What's so different about this party? What's so special about it?" You sighed as Shoko climbed onto your bed. "This one is better. It's a costume party at the fraternity house. The best alcohol, the best weed, the best everything," Shoko raved. "If it's at that fraternity, then I definitely won't be going. Not with the wonder twins being there," you grumbled in annoyance. "Oh please, Satoru and Suguru won't bother you. They'll be too busy trying to secure a two-man with two desperate girls."

"Um, did you forget who we’re dealing with? It’s Satoru and Suguru. They’ve been picking on me since we were tweens. They aren't gonna stop now. God, I can hear them now," Shoko giggled. "Just admit you have a secret crush on them. The tension is so thick, you can cut through it with a knife," she teased and poked your cheek. "Don’t ever let that word, ‘crush’ come out of your lips again when it comes to talking about those two. And because of that, I’m really not going." You playfully pushed her off your bed and pulled the covers over your head.

"Okay, fine, I won't mention the obvious crush you have on them again," you said as you moved the duvet slightly down to show Shoko a very displeased eye. "Sorry, sorry. But seriously, they'll be distracted. If they end up picking on you, let's leave, okay?" she reassured. There was a bit of silence on your end as you contemplated whether or not it was really worth thinking about it in the first place. Although a costume party sounds fun, it's at the same frat Satoru and Suguru are in, and knowing them, they'll pick on your costume. God, they're annoying. But if they'll be distracted like Shoko said, and you hope to God they would be, there's no harm in a little fun. You could use it.

Even though you’ve always claimed that you couldn't stand them, the truth was quite the opposite. You’ve harbored crushes on them since we were kids. It all began with Suguru. He was always so laid-back, even at such a young age. Satoru, on the other hand, would constantly tease you by stealing your pencils and 'accidentally' tripping you in the hallways. But Suguru was always there to help you up. Despite his somewhat 'nice' demeanor, he was usually the mastermind behind the mischief that he and Satoru would get into. Nonetheless, your crush on them never fully faded away.

"Alright," you let out a long sigh. "I'll go." Shoko clapped her hands and brought her fist to her body, whispering a "yes." "Okay, we need to get costumes. We should leave like now." She yanked the duvet off your now freezing body and grabbed your arm. "Ow! Okay! Okay! I'm getting up."-

“What do you think of this one? Should we match?” Shoko held up a Playboy Bunny and a Hugh Hefner costume. “I was thinking, you could be the bunny, and I’ll be sexy Hugh Hefner.” She raised her eyebrows in her attempt to persuade you. “Seems kind of played out don’t you think?” You giggled at her frown. ‘You’re right. We need something that would make you stand out in front of them.” She winked. “Oh my God, Shoko,” You groaned. “Sorry, Sorry. You just make it so easy. C’mon, let’s go to the next aisle.”

You turn on your heel to go into the next aisle with Shoko following close behind. “I kind of want to be a cowgirl.” You picked up a black cowboy hat. “But my idea was played out?” She teased. “Your idea is a carbon copy of what everyone else would be wearing when we go tonight. Besides,” You placed the hat on your head. “I’d make a hot cowgirl.” Shoko pulled her phone out to take photos of you doing silly poses in the hat.

“Ooh, practicing for later?” You heard someone’s flirty, obnoxious voice travel through your ears behind you.

No.

you froze in embarrassment as the person who was standing behind you most definitely saw you place the hat on your head and pose for the camera Shoko pulled out. "Oh, look who it is!" Shoko shoved her phone back in her pocket and went to give the person behind you a hug. "Satoru! And, is that Suguru? What a nice surprise!" The way she said that made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. "Yeah, what a surprise," you turned around to face the two looming figures towering above you. "It's almost like Shoko knew you were gonna be here," you said through gritted teeth. "What, not happy to see us? I thought you'd be ecstatic," Satoru pouted and placed his heavy arm around your shoulder. You pushed his arm off in response. "Well, since we're here, we might as well look for costumes too. Maybe we can all match," Satoru smiled wide. "Absolutely not," You frowned. "Yeah, I agree. How weird would it be if we were all cowboys? Y/n, go find a new costume," Suguru took the hat from your head and placed it on his.

“No way, I claimed it. Give that back!” You lunged over to grab it from his hold. But he was too quick and ultimately too tall, so he used it to his advantage and held it above his head. “Come and get it.” He winked at you and you snarled. You looked to where you picked the hat up from, only for it to be the last one on the rack. “Suguru Geto, if you don’t give me my hat back, I’ll-” “Technically it’s not yours. You didn’t pay for it.” You groaned in frustration. “It’s not even worth it.” You turned to get other accessories for the costume you said you were going to wear. “You can keep the stupid hat. Practice your moves on Satoru or something.” You walked passed the boys to go pay for the remaining items. “Now you’ve done it.” Shoko snickered. “We didn’t even do anything? That mouth of hers is nasty.” Satoru frowned.

-

“I can’t believe those two,” You started on your rant for the third time. “I bet they weren’t even gonna be cowboys, it wasn’t until I had the hat on. Now I have to wear this costume.” You pouted. “Oh please, Lola bunny from space jam is still a sexy costume. You let them get under your skin too much.” Shoko reassured you from the other room. “Okay but, the whole purpose of me wanting to be a cowgirl was because of the hat. It was to complete the look!” You fixed the mascara smudge under your eye. “Maybe you can take it right back during the party.” You placed the bunny ears on top of your head. “It’s too late, the damage is done.” You dramatically sighed. You heard Shoko giggle as she walked into your room. “Woah,” was all she said staring at your figure.

The white halter crop top you wore really highlighted your figure and emphasized your curves, making you look stunning in the tight fabric. The snug-fitting white booty shorts were wrapped around your waist, accentuating your curves and making your backside look absolutely stunning. Your hair was styled in a high ponytail with a side bang, and you accessorized with knee-high white socks adorned with bold blue and red stripes at the knee. Needless to say, you looked incredibly sexy. “Holy shit, I don’t know what you’re so concerned about. You look fucking hot.” She eyed you up and down. “They’re not gonna know what hit ‘em.” As she was eyeing you, you had no choice but to stare at her costume too. She was a sexy nurse. Quite fitting since it’s what she was in school for. The white latex mini dress really squeezed her curves in all the right places. “You’re talking about me? Nurse, I think I’m sick. I think I need some assistance.” You giggled.

You both walked out the door to meet up with Utahime and Mei Utahime and Mei. “You both look so fucking amazing!” Utahime squeals jumping up and down. “You’re gonna be turning head tonight,” Mei eyed you both up and down. “Especially two people-” You groaned loudly. “Enough already!” Fingers going to quickly plug your ears so you don’t hear the end of that sentence. They all giggle at your discomfort. Both her and Mei were doing matching costumes with her as Chucky, and Mei as Chucky’s bride, Tiffany. You can’t deny, Mei looked really sexy in that corset. Utahime’s overalls really showed off her curves. “But anyway, so do you two! I can’t wait for the pics!” You wrapped your arms around each of their shoulders. “Ready to go?” Shoko pulled out a mini flash from between her breasts to take a swing and hand it to the three you. “Let’s go for it!”

You four walk up to the frat house, the loud music thrumming through your body from the outside. You gulp as you walk in. What was making you so nervous? You usually go party with these girls. What makes this time so different?

You four walked into the house and took a look around to see where you’d go first. On your right, you could see people playing beer pong, to your left you see a smaller group on the couch passing a blunt around. “Where do you guys wanna start?” You yelled over the music. “Let’s get drinks first!” Utahime suggested and you all nodded in unison. You made your way straight ahead to where the kitchen is to see the counter covered in cups and snacks scattered around. Shoko grabs a cup and hands it over to you. “What is it?” You asked her placing the rim of the cup to your lips. “Jungle juice. Drink up!” You smiled downing the whole drink.

“Huh, I didn’t know you had it in you Y/n. That mouth of yours is somethin’ else.” Your eyes instinctively roll at the sound of Suguru Geto's annoyingly sultry voice. As you turn around, you see both of them towering over you, causing your heart rate to quicken. They are both dressed as cowboys, exuding undeniable sex appeal. Their black button-up shirts are partially unbuttoned, revealing their chiseled and defined chests. The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, showcasing their strong forearms. You can't help but gawk at their appearance, feeling a dull ache between your legs that you can't control. Your gaze eventually lands on the hat Suguru took from you at the costume store, bringing you back to reality.

“Honestly, we didn’t think you’d show up after what happened earlier.” Satoru took a sip of the drink he was holding. “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but Shoko wasn’t going to let that happen.” You pointed to Shoko next to you and sighed. “I really wasn’t. Besides, who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in this cute bunny costume!” She exclaimed. The two boys stood before you, their eyes lingering on your outfit, smirks playing on their lips as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Fuck,” Satoru whispered under his breath. His pants starting to grow a little tighter. “Bunny, huh? Cute.” Suguru playfully raised his arm to flick one of the floppy ears on top of your head and chuckled, unable to tear his eyes away from you. You tilted your head in suspicion, sensing something unusual in their behavior. "Hands off, cowboy. I'm still mad you took my hat," you pouted, taking the cup from Satoru's hand and bringing it to your lips. Satoru seemed about to say something, but then hesitated. As you tilted the cup up to finish it, a few droplets escaped and trickled down to your top, leaving the very thin white fabric damp.Exposing what your left nipple looked like. You don’t know what came over you, but something told you this could be used as revenge. The constant annoying you during classes, or when they come over to visit Shoko, all you’re doing is drinking messily from a red solo cup, yet it has them speechless.

You wiped your mouth then grabbed Satoru’s hand and placed the cup back in his grasp. “Ready to dance Shok?” You held your arm out to her as she stared at you for a few seconds then linked arms with you. The both of you walk passed Suguru and Satoru, feeling daggers being sent straight to your backside. “What was that over there? You trying to start something?” She joked. “Maybe. But did you see how quiet they both got? Let me bask in this really quick.”

Both boys watched as you danced with Shoko, grinding and swiveling your hips against her and flashing your signature smile. As soon as you were getting comfortable dancing with shoko, you feel her soft body being replaced what felt like a masculine figure. You don’t stop dancing, figuring it might be a frat boy looking to get some ass thrown back on him or something, but that voice sounded too familiar. “Didn’t know you could dance like this either. You’re holding out on me, bunny.” You whipped your head around to see Suguru behind you with a half smile on his stupid perfect face. “How did you- where’s Shoko?” You studdered in confusion. “Dancing with some guy. She told me to take her place.” He began to run his hands up and down your sides. You’d kill Shoko for pulling a stunt like this, but you also didn’t want him to stop. His hands on you just felt so good. “Don’t stop dancing now. C’mon bunny, show me how you were dancing before I got here.”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped. You began to move you hips along with the music and placed your hands on top of the ones that were on your body currently. “You’re so cute when you listen, pretty.” Suguru's warm breath caressed your neck, sending tingles down your spine. His presence was captivating, drawing you in with an intoxicating allure. His sultry voice held a power that seemed to command obedience from anyone who heard it. As the alcohol coursed through your veins, warmth and relaxation spread through your body, creating a sense of dangerous excitement. ‘Fuck it, it’s halloweekend. Who cares?’ You thought, grinding on him even harder. “Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?” He could barely keep his composure. “I already did. Wanna know how?” Suguru bent down a little to humor you so his ear was at your face level. “Because I can feel it.” You lightly grazed the shell of his ear with your teeth, that sending him over the edge. “You’re killing me,” He breathes out. “What are you gonna do about it? What are you and Satoru gonna do about it?” You tease.

-

It didn’t take long for Suguru to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you up the stairs to his room. "I was just waiting for the green light, sweetheart," he says as he smacks your ass and swings open his bedroom door. "About time," you say quietly, praying he didn’t catch that. “Parading around in these shorts of yours, you’re such a fuckin’ tease you know that?” He set you down and smacked your ass once more. “Did it work?” You stared up at him with big eyes making his cock twitch. “More than you ever know.” He walked up closer to you, causing you to back away and land on his bed. He climbs on top of you and lightly grazes your neck with his lips. “Tell me you want this, Y/n. Tell me. If you don't, I’ll stop. Please tell me you want this too.” He pleads, grazing his nose up and down your neck. “I..I want thi-” The door swung open and there stood Satoru. “Yo, I was looking for you everywhere. We’re gonna play a drinking game and-” He stopped to fully unpack the situation that was unfolding before him. “Aw man! Don’t tell me you’ve started without me!” Satoru pouted. “Nothing even happened.” Suguru rolls his eyes. “Now you’re here, you might as well join. What do you think, sweetheart? Want us to take turns with you?” Suguru places his thigh in between your legs to add some pressure. You moan softly at the feeling and nod your head. “We need your words, pretty.”

Suguru starts to softly move his thigh up and down your clothed cunt to give you more friction. “Fuck, yes. Please.” You plead. “That all I needed.” Satoru unbuttons his top and gets into bed next to the two of you. He tilts your jaw to face him and smashes his lips into yours. His kisses were sloppy, but just enough to make you feel so intoxicated off of him. It was a different contrast from Suguru dry humping you, clearly feeling his hard cock begging to be let out of the restraints. “You had some nerve showing up to this party in those tight ass shorts, princess.” Satoru said between kisses. “And -fuck- these ears. Were you trying to tease us, bunny?” Suguru added on. “Maybe,” You giggled. Suguru kisses down your neck and slowly lifts your top up to expose your breasts. He hissed at your perked nipples, mouth-watering as your chest rose and fell watching you messily make out with Satoru. He licked a long stripe from your belly button to the valley of each breast before latching onto your nipple. You moaned in Satoru’s mouth as Suguru swirled his tongue. “Fuck, Sugu,” You ran your fingers in his hair. “Hey, what about me?” Satoru pouts his kiss-bruised lips.

“Attention whore,” You teases and kissed his lips. You gasped suddenly at Suguru slowly pulling your shorts down. “Thereee we go, no no, keep those sock on. They look so sexy squeezing your thighs.” He stopped your wrists from pulling them down as he spread your legs apart, showcasing the damp spot in the middle of your underwear. “Oh, look at this Satoru,” The blue-eyed man got down on his knees next to his best friend to see what he was being shown. “Someone’s eager,” He cooed and placed the pad of his thumb on your print causing you to moan out. “Mph! Fuck,” You threatened to close your legs around them. “Satoru, I have an idea,” Suguru whispered. The only thing you felt was your thong being pulled down and their warm breaths fanning over your heat. In the next moment, you felt someone's warm, wet tongue swirling at the entrance of your cunt. Your breath hitched at the feeling, only for it to be completely ripped away from you when you felt another tongue applying pressure to your clit. “Oh- Oh my God!” You shot up, propping yourself up by your elbows to watch the two go down on you at the same time. The noises they were both made with their tongues and the moans coming from each of them, caused a dull vibration throughout your lower half. “Oh my God, it feels..s-so good,” Your moans filled the room as you plopped back down on your back and grabbed a handful of hair from each head. You could only focus your eyes on the ceiling, as watching the two of them devour you like it was their last meal was too much for your pretty head to handle. “Look at us bunny,” Suguru commanded. “Look at us as we taste you. We wanna see that pretty face.” You took a deep breath and tilted your head down to watch as Satoru slowly inserted two fingers inside of you. You whined and bucked your hips up. “Shh, it’s okay bunny, it’s okay. It feels good doesn’t it?” Satoru cooed and kissed your inner thigh. It didn’t take long for Suguru to insert his fingers inside of you as well, giving you a nice stretch. You whined louder at the feeling and began to jerk your hips around.

“Uh uh, try not to move sweetheart, we’re just getting you ready for you to take us.” Suguru lightly scolded and began to push his fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt at the opposite time as Satoru. You lie there sucking air in and out of your lungs as you felt micro heat waves crash over your lower half. The waves were only getting stronger as Suguru started curling his fingers hitting your g-spot, causing your back to arch. “Oh, Fuck! I’m so close!” Your breathing was uneven and legs trembling as your moans intensified. The waves getting bigger and bigger quickly crashing down as Satoru swirls his tongue around your clit to get you there. Your jaw goes slack and Suguru holds your waist down with his free arm to prevent you from jerking around too much. Fingers never stopping, only fastening in speed and you rode out your orgasm. Slowly, they pulled out their fingers and placed them in their mouths, getting a proper taste of you.

“You taste amazing bunny,” Satoru gushes. You couldn’t respond. Still shocked over the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. Your breathing was heavy as you stared at the ceiling. “Don’t tell me we already fucked you stupid.” Suguru joked, which made you snap out of whatever trance you were in. “Oh please, I was thinking about Toji.” You teased and they both looked at you with a blank face. You knew it would get under their skin. Since they hated Toji. He was a very popular athlete from your rival school. So for you to bring him up at a time like this? You were in for it.

“You know, for such a cute costume, you sure do have a filthy mouth.” Suguru unbuckled his pants. “Let’s give you something to fix that, hm?” He pulled his pants down and got on top of you, legs on either side of your face with his cock right in front of you. He lazily jerked himself off a couple of times before tapping the tip on your lips, letting his precum get all over them. “I’ve got something for that smart mouth bunny, c’mon, open up.” He held your jaw with his hand and slowly pushed himself in your mouth. “Argh, fuck. This mouth is so warm,” he grunted, forcing you to take him all the way down. “There we go, take all of it bunny. Good girl.” Suguru kept holding your jaw, watching your big bold eyes grow wide as you sucked him in. You whimpered at the feeling of Satoru’s tip circling your opening. “Think you can take both of us at the same time sweetheart?” Suguru let you take him out of you mouth to verbally say yes. “Yes, fuck me Toru, please.” You pleaded. “So polite now after you’ve had my cock in your mouth.” Suguru comes as you moan at the feeling of Satoru pushing himself inside you. “So tight angel. Look at how well she’s sucking me in.” He rubs your clit. Satoru wastes no time bottoming out inside of you, causing you to moan out with Suguru’s cock still around your mouth. “Mmph, fuck bunny, ‘feels so good moaning around me like that.” He moans throwing his head back. Satoru matches his thrusts with his best friends’ making you feel dizzy in the best way possible.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. You’re doing so good baby. Taking us in like this. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” Satoru’s mouth getting filthier the more he fucks you. “Gonna make me cum deep inside you already.” He chuckles, dropping a glob of spit right where you both meet. “Ah, you can last longer than that, Satoru. Otherwise it’d be embarrassing.” The raven-eyed man joked. “Oh? Wanna make this a bet?” Satoru sassed. Flashing the back of Suguru’s head a smirk. “Don’t start -fuck that’s it- somethin’ you can’t finish,” Satoru chuckled and continued to pound deep into you. The contrast of Suguru fucking your mouth nice and slow verses Satoru’s hard and deep thrusts were driving you insane. It was making your orgasm approach at lightning speed, not even giving you a chance to announce it. Your moans got louder, you clenched tightly around Satoru’s cock, making it harder for him to thrust in and out. “Oh shiiit,” He hisses at the feeling of you creaming on his cock. “You’re tryna milk me right now..it’s gonna make me -fuck- cum.” His eyes squeeze shut as he continues to thrust into you. Hoping by not looking at the white ring forming around his cock, it’ll get him to last longer. But when one sense is gone, the other sense heightens, so his sense of touch only made his cock more sensitive. “Fuuuuuck shit, y/n y’er killin’ me. Gonna cum and you’re gonna take it so fuckin’ deep, I don’t even care anymore.” His movements come to a halt as he pours thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your moans are high pitched as you feel him fill you up so deep. Both of you and Satoru’s moans were more than enough to have Suguru flooding you mouth with his cum as well. “Oh shit, there we go bunny, there we go, take my fucking cum.” He’s holding your jaw as if the feed it down your throat. He slowly pulls it out and taps the tip on your tongue.

“Still with us sweetheart?” Satoru rubs your thigh and you lazily nod. “Good, cause you’re gonna ride me.” Suguru flips you over so you’re on top of him. Very fitting that the took everything off besides the cowboy hats, and you took everything off besides the bunny ears and the knee high socks. “D-Don’t let that stupid hat get to your head.” You said with all the wittiness you had left. “And yet, here you are, about to ride me like a..cowboy,” Suguru lifted your hip up with one hand and aligned his cock under you. “Now bounce on this cock like the good little bunny you are.” He lowered your hips all the way down onto him, making your back arch in response. “Fuck! S-Sugu,” you squeaked. You bounced up and down, the smacking of your thighs connecting to his. “Fuck, you’re so wet sweetheart.” Suguru grunted. “Yeah? Usin’ my cum as lube Sugu?” Satoru stood up on the bed, standing next to his best friend, lazily jerking his cock off in front of your face. “Gonna suck on my tip, gorgeous?” He forcefully pushed his tip past your lips. You wrapped your mouth around it and used your free hand to stroke the rest of his length. “Fuck bunny, gonna make me come again, haha.” He nervously chuckled, surprised at the fact that you were about to make him come again. “I’m right behind you, fuck baby girl, ‘m gonna fill you up again.” Suguru grabbed both hips and began to piston into you. Your moans were increasing in speed, letting them know you were right behind them. At this rate, you’re all going to come at the same time.

“Fuck, oh fuck, ‘M gonna cum on that pretty face bunny.” Satoru shoved you off of him to hold the back of your head and began aggressively jerking off in your face. “Open wide for me, pretty.” You opened your mouth sticking your tongue out for him. His moans got louder and haulted as hot, stickey cum splattered your face. Suguru watching this play out in front of him made him cum deep inside of you. He held your hips down waiting for him to finish. You whined at the painfully good feeling. “Gotta make sure it takes, bunny.” He grinds himself further into you and slowly pulls out, watching his and Satoru’s come flow out of you. “C’mere pretty girl,” Suguru opens his arms for you to lay in it. Satoru takes his shirt from the floor to wipe your face. “My bunny makeup.” You pouted at him resulting in Satoru kissing you. “Man, you don’t know how long we’ve waited for this,” Suguru confessed caressing your back. “God, you showing up in these shorts, ‘wanted to rip them off of you the moment I saw you.” Satoru flicks your bunny ears. “Fuckin’ finally.” You unintentionally muttered.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Suddenly you’re silent. The boldness you once felt disappeared. Your eyes widened. You didn’t realize you said it out loud. You sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard. Might as well get this over with. “W-well, I’ve kind of had a crush on you- and Satoru for a while now.” You evaded their piercing gazes. Other than the music playing downstairs, the room was quiet. Your face was burning up. You wanted to just run out of the room- away from this party. Forget this night ever happened. Lost in thought, you almost completely missed the snort Satoru made as him and Suguru fell into a full fit of laughter. Oh God, this is embarrassing. The laughter quickly died down the moment they saw the sad look on your face. “Oh, sweetheart.” Suguru kisses your hand. “No need to pout, I feel the exact same way, and I’m sure Satoru does too.” Satoru nods in agreement. “Why else have we been picking on you?” You three sit in Suguru’s bed in silence for a while. “So, what now?” You muttered quietly. “So, we’ll see where this goes!” Satoru chirped. “That doesn’t mean that we’re gonna stop though.” You smiled to yourself. The boys that you’ve had a crush on for years finally knew how you felt, and felt the same way.

[bonesandthebees]

Okay fuck it. I think scrolling for hours today is enough DJFKGKFK I'll just log back out. I wanna focus my energy on more positive things

Im so gonna log back in the minute my friend sends me another tweet but HDKGKGKD no. I will do my best. He's not worth our time man.

Okay one more tiny rant about him and then I promise I'll stop I just OOOHHMYGODHFJGKG HE JUST. I had so much hope. That. He would reply and it wouldn't fix things, I wouldn't go back to watching him or anything but at the very least I could get closure that like? Maybe his closer friends would be able to heal and move on? Idk if that's parasocial or whatever but he was such a big role model for me the past few years I really had hope that at least some parts of it were real, you know? And instead we just find out that he not only did these shitty things but didn't fucking learn and did it to other people too and??? It's really really upsetting that he created this safe space, this community of people who were all so lovely while just being. Fake. The whole time. And he doesn't even have the gull to properly apologise and I just??#?# idk what to do with my emotions LMFAO I'd finally started to feel better and like move on but now today I'm just angry again grgrgfhfjdkdk and I totally get that like him being a complete dickhead is easier in a lot of ways bc there's no. Doubting it. Or anything. Like there's no redeeming him. And we can get closure from that. But fuckkk it hurts so badly and the tl is a mess of ppl being like "well this person would never do me wrong" and then ppl being like "fuck every YouTuber ever actually. We can't ever be sure we know them" and LIKE!$?_?$?

Dude I am so conflicted on so many levels rn I feel like my entire world has just been yeeted into the sun LMFAODKFKFKFK

Anyways. Anyways. Thank you bee. Ur tumblr is the only account w a brain rn fr lmfaodjfkfkfks

I get it, I'm fucking furious at him. he had a chance to at least own up to what he did. I wouldn't have gone back to consuming his content, but I could be somewhat at peace knowing he was taking steps towards being better.

I don't want to think it was all a lie, because abusers aren't all completely evil people. the thing is, wilbur is human. a very shitty human, but human nonetheless. and we can't know for sure how healthy or unhealthy every relationship in his life has ever been and I think overanalyzing that or trying to figure out what was fake and what was real isn't really our business or worth our time. wilbur is a guy who has hurt a lot of people, but also refuses to recognize the hurt he's caused. that's it.

I do hate the dichotomy I'm seeing between people trying to prop up their own favorite white boys on a pedestal because apparently people never learn, but also going out and saying every content creator is inherently evil and we shouldn't trust any of them. these people are human. they're all going to fuck up at some point, some worse than others. and sometimes they'll fuck up in a way that they can move past and we can forgive them for, and other times they'll fuck up in a way that shows they shouldn't have the platform they have. they're not all terrible, and they're not all perfect. that's what we should be keeping in mind for the future.

[resowrites]

Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

Summary: Henry attempts to put a cot together…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2099

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up), and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Suspicious Minds - oneshot.

The noises from the nursery were growing louder and louder. Eventually, she decided she'd have to go investigate. She pushed back the door to find Henry in the middle of the room, kneeling over a booklet of instructions. Nuts, bolts, and long planks of wood were scattered everywhere. "Good God, it sounded like a gorilla enclosure in here… I'll have to put a picture of you on the wall with all the other animals—"

"I'm trying to put this sodding cot together, okay?! The instructions are a bloody nightmare…"

"Well, can I help? Surely it can't be that difficult, it's only four sides after all."

"No, it's fine. I don't want you doing any lifting—"

"Well that's not like you…" He rolled his eyes.

"Still, I'd rather we erred on the safe side." She huffed and leaned against the wall while Henry muttered to himself. "Take a seat, I want you off your feet."

"Yes, m'lord! Shall I have a kip while I'm at it?" He locked eyes with her again.

"Why, are you feeling tired? Darling you must rest—"

"Henry I was joking! Stop being such a fusspot. And hand me those instructions or they'll have left home by the time you're finished." Henry sighed but handed her them nonetheless. "Right, first thing's first, do we have all the parts?" He cast a glance around him.

"As far as I can tell—"

"Good, now do you understand that a failure to heed the warnings and follow the assembly instructions could cause serious injury and/or death?"

"Will you just get on with it?!"

"Calm your knickers! If you want I'll wait while you go look for a hard hat…" Henry harrumphed. "Okay, so first you're gunna want to attach middle rear leg E to middle panel A1…" She looked at the pieces dotted around his feet. "Those two bits there, you'll also need three fifty-five millimetre bolts—"

"Fifty-five? That can't be right…" He grabbed the booklet from her hands.

"I think you'll find it is. And don't forget the Allen key—"

"Yes, I know that! Bloody woman pointing out the obvious…" Henry mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, love. Right, what now?" He finished tightening the last screw and awaited the next instruction.

"Okay, you need to insert three wooden dowels into those holes…" Henry looked up and eyed her suggestively. "Oh, stop it! And they need to go there, not in those ones."

"… Are you sure we aren't having sex?" She rolled her eyes.

"Right, you now need to attach slats H through four with five dowels."

"Just five?"

"Yes you gobshite, now do as you're bloody told—" He tutted.

"Fine, where do they need to be slotted?"

"Well bend over and I'll take a look—"

"Lovely, are there any more you want me to stick up there?!"

"Yeah, bars F, G, thirteen, and four need to go on the other side. Come on, shift it, I don't have all day!" Henry scrambled for the right pieces and hammered them into position. "You can also take your tank top off if you want, make things a bit more exciting…"

"I thought you weren't in the mood?"

"Well, it's hardly a turn-on having to tell you what to do—"

"Since when?! And give me that, if you can follow it it should be a piece of piss…"

"Should be but isn't." She bit back a laugh when he looked up at her annoyed.

"Christ, I don't understand any of this… why would the forty-five-millimetre bolts need to go in the back and not the longer ones?"

"Cos longer's usually better?"

"Oh just shut up and hand me six of the M6 bolts please!"

"You sure they're the right ones and not just the ones you want to use? Anyway, you're closer, I thought you didn't want me to lean down?!" Henry huffed. "Nope, those aren't the right ones…" He snapped to his feet.

"Fine! You do it Miss Smart Arse, seeing as I'm the one who apparently can't read instructions—"

"Well are you sure you're reading the English side, not the French?" Henry turned to storm off. "Whoa there Nelly, I was only joking. God, what's gotten into you? Why are you taking this so seriously?"

"Because I want to be able to do as much as I can for you both. It's bad enough I'm already forty—"

"Wait, hang on. What do you mean?" He looked down at the floor, his eyes beginning to well.

"I mean, I'll be an older dad Ollie. I won't get the same amount of time with them as you will…" She tilted her head sadly and cupped Henry's face in her hands. "Then there'll be the times I won't be here and that'll rob me of them even more."

"Oh, darling. Look… nothing in life is promised. What I do know for sure is they'll be surrounded by so much love. You're going to be a fantastic dad, Henry. There's no one else I'd rather have in your place. Well… no one I've met." They smirked at each other.

"You're right. Besides, you could always go first…" She kicked him in the shin.

"As if I'd get that lucky! Remember though, I work for myself and you also have a lot of flexibility. But either way, I'll do everything I can to make sure you get as much time with them as possible. I mean, not too much of course, that would hardly be right…" Henry smiled at her again.

"You'd really do that for me?"

"For the three of us, of course! I don't want you to miss out on them growing up either. We're a team, remember? And baby's not going to change that." He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You make me so happy." She tutted.

"Soppy bollocks…" But they shared a kiss and Henry held her close, gazing down at the bump hitting his stomach. "I'm sorry, I was just panicking. You're showing now and it's feeling that much more real—"

"I know sweetheart, I worry about what kind of parent I'm going to be as well. But we both learned a lot from our childhoods and I'm sure we'll make the right choices." She gave him another kiss, patted his chest, and smiled. "For now though I think I’ll leave you to it, the instructions just repeat themselves for the next few pages so you should survive…" Henry gave her an anxious look.

"I'm sorry I'm not more handy, either. God, I just don't understand it… I can put a PC together but not a bloody cot!"

"Yeah, cos you're overthinking it! So long as it doesn't collapse inwardly on our child, I can't ask for anymore." He smirked and spanked her backside.

"Go on, get out of here. I'd rather go without your encouragement if that's the best you can do!" She gave Henry a wink and disappeared from the room.

***

"Knock, knock, how are you getting on?" She opened the door to find the cot almost finished. The view of their nearly complete nursery took her breath away. "Wow, I knew you could do it! And it only took the rest of the day…" He tutted as he picked up some spare screws from off the floor. "Seriously though, it looks great, how hard was it in the end?"

"Not bad actually, I mean I almost threw it out of the window at one point, but I made it work."

"Oh, I thought that was one of our neighbour's screaming 'fuck’ at the top of their lungs…" She then eyed the screws in Henry's hand. "How many of those do you have leftover exactly?"

"Not many thank you very much!"

"And they came with the cot didn’t they?"

"Well, where else would they have come from?!"

"Your head maybe?"

"Hysterical. Why don't you come and inspect my handy work if you're that concerned?!" She stepped up to the cot and jiggled several of the bars.

"Mmm, not too far apart, that's good. At least they won't get stuck." He rolled his eyes. "Not sure those drawers are plumb though…"

"What do you mean?! They're dead straight!" But she was too busy testing out one of the dropsides. As soon as she lifted it, it whooshed back into place with a sickening clank.

"Jesus Christ, that could take someone's head off!"

"Well, I followed the pissing instructions! What more can I do?!"

"Build a bloody cot, not a guillotine!" Henry sighed and referred back to the booklet.

"Ah, I see. I haven't lined up these two casings correctly…"

"Well I hope that's the extent of the snags, I'm scared to touch the sodding thing now…" He pursed his lips and before she knew it, she was quickly whipped into the cot.

"There, see! Sound as anything! If it can take you it can take any baby—"

"Henry, will you get me out of here, please?! This whole thing's gunna collapse!"

"Oh shush and go to sleep, or do you need burping?"

"HENRY!!!"

"Alright, alright." He carefully lifted her out and she thwacked his arm the minute her feet hit the ground. "Ow! What was that for?!"

"You know what for, I can't get up as easily anymore!" She pointed at her bump.

"Oh please, you struggled to do that anyway," another thwack landed on Henry's arm.

"Just for that, you're not getting the snack I bought up here."

"What do you mean? What snack?" He sighed and picked up his screwdriver when she walked off. She returned moments later, however, holding a plate piled high with thickly cut sandwiches. Henry's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Other than terrorising your pregnant wife and building a death trap, you've done a wonderful job. I'm so proud of you darling and I can't thank you enough, the nursery looks amazing. I can't believe it's finished, are you excited? Before we know it we'll have a little one rolling around in there!" She pointed eagerly toward the tiny mattress.

"I know, the last few months really have flown by. It's going to be so weird having another person in the house!"

"You're telling me, you won't be the loudest, stinkiest one here anymore—" she stopped mid-sentence. "Wait a minute. Is it me, or is the whole thing on the conk?" He quickly stepped into her line of sight.

"Nah, that's just a trick of the light. Well, thanks for the sarnies, you best be getting on—"

"So it is bloody wonky?! I knew it! Did you not put the feet on?" She squatted low to examine the floor.

"Uh-uh, no you don't. Come on, get up please, you know I don't want you in that position—"

"Since when?" Henry rolled his eyes.

"Alright I confess, I haven't attached all the feet just yet as the whole thing was getting a bit heavy—"

"Well let me help--"

"No fucking fear!"

"Oh, Henry I'm not stupid!"

"Well, you could have fooled me! Remember that spice rack you tried to put up? Ten minutes afterward it crash-landed on the oven—"

"Yeah, cos you gave me shit screws - there and elsewhere!" His mouth fell open.

"Well I won't even dignify that with a response—"

"Yeah, cos you don't have one." Henry looked up at the ceiling and tried not to laugh.

"Darling, you can mouth off all you like, this is my job and I'm going to finish it. Now off you fuck."

"Well, what choice do I have…"

"Ollie, will you please just piss off?!"

"Fine! When you're done stuffing your face, come hop in the shower with me…"

"God bless those pregnancy hormones—"

"Oh please! You're just all sweaty, you'll stink up the bed later—"

"Sure. I'm thirsty as well, ya didn't by any chance happen to bring up a lager?" She smiled knowingly and handed him a tall tin can from the pocket of her jumper.

"Trust you to sniff that out. Oh and keep that Allen key handy as well, you can bleed all the radiators once you're finished."

"God, you'll work me to bloody death at this rate!"

"Henry, you've got off easy. You're not the one having to carry another person around, have them squish your organs, go into labour, give birth—"

"No, but I'm still having to hear all about it!" Her eyebrows hit the ceiling. "I'm kidding, if you're that helpless, go get all soaped up and I'll be in to scrub your back…" Henry spanked her backside once more and she walked off holding up her middle finger.

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[drama--universe]

Found

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I see the requests are open again!💘 I hope you don't mind one from me: How would Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Wen Ning and Xiao Xingchen react to a woman being found running, injured and scared? Because it turns out that someone has sent assassins to the reader's family and the reader is the only one who manages to escape, but the assassins are still after her. What would they do? How would they help?😔😔😔

Pairing: the untamed boys x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, assassins

Wei Wuxian:

he's just peacefully walking when he sees you

it's too late to move when he does, however

so you two collide quite painfully

he doesn't care much and instead asks if your okay

when you shake your head, he is also quick to worry

that's when he spots the blood that is splattered across your clothes

as well as the fresh cuts that lingered across your whole body

a sudden shout pulls both of you out of your thoughts

you hide behind Wuxian

he doesn't understand until he sees two men running towards the two of you

they're obviously assassins, their clothes say enough

so Wuxian pulls out his own sword while holding his other arm in front of you

maybe it's the fact that he's helping you or maybe just his aura, but you visibly relax

you aren't shaking much anymore, instead your just hidden now

although Wuxian can still hear he occasional sob or whimper from you

the two assassins are quickly disposed of by Wuxian

then he asks for more of an explanation

one your happy to give, telling him everything that came to mind as you retold what had happened

Wuxian takes you back to lotus pier so you're safe

and he'll surely help you find the actual culprit behind everything

Lan Zhan:

the usual stroll with all the disciplines was quiet

a bit too quiet even

until you stumbled out of the bushes

your eyes are bloodshot from crying, your hair a mess from running through the branches and your clothes are covered in blood and mud

most disciplines step back so you don't dirty their white and blue clothes

only Lan Zhan steps forward

your quick to explain everything, words faster than Lan Zhan can process

he picks out the most important points of your story

which happen to be massacre and assassins

just as he figured it out, five men jump from out of the woods

their swords are drawn out

Lan Zhan orders the younger ones to take care of it

then he guides you away

you are worried for the younglings left behind to fight, Lan Zhan is not

he knows they'll take care of it

he goes to check on them once you're safe inside

takes care of you for a few months and teaches you to defend yourself

also makes sure that an investigation starts about the demise of your clan

Lan Xichen:

you stumble to him around the time that he and Meng Yao are in hiding in the woods

you didn't know who either were, you only saw the house from afar

Xichen is kind enough to let you hide there from the assassins chasing you

they stick around for a few days, threatening him multiple times to tell them where you were

he always says the same

I don't know who you're looking for, but they're not here

stupidly enough, the assassins believe him after only 3 tries

you're just glad that they left

nonetheless, Xichen insists that you stay a bit longer

Meng Yao hasn't woken up yet and he's lonely

not that he says that to you, no

he just tells you that the assassins might still be near

which isn't a complete lie

Meng Yao:

he doesn't usually involve himself in stuff that doesn't have a profit for him

he calculates everything that he does, to the finest details

It was a bit of a surprise when he catches you in the forest as your first meeting

you looked scared, terrified even

not of him, but rather of the men following you

three men, dressed in black

they scattered when one spotted Meng Yao

he was kind enough to bring you back to his place in the Nie palace

brews you some tea to calm you down and carefully listens to your story

he later brings it up to Nie Huaisang, who later says it to his elder brother

which is what Meng Yao wanted to begin with, but he didn't want to do so himself

you're welcomed with open arms by other clans, who all offer to rebuild your clan

Sending pupils your way once everything is in fact rebuild

you can't get your savior out of your mind, you owned him your life

so you granted him anything that he wanted, whenever

he gladly took the offer, but claimed that he didn't want too ask for to much

at the end of this whole ordeal, Meng Yao was glad that he sent those assassins your way

Wen Ning:

he was practicing in the woods

he missed the target and was quite surprised when he heard a loud yelp

you came from the bushes, running through the river and one man followed

his arrow stuck in the stranger's shoulder

he doesn't really know what to do, freezing as you approached him

luckily for him, the other man doesn't continue after spotting him

you were quick to thank him for shooting the assassin behind you

to which Wen Ning shyly admitted that it wasn't intentional at all

you stare at him for a few seconds before bursting into giggles

he only looked down to the ground in embarrassment

but even with the embarrassment, he manages to stutter out that you should join him for dinner and get treated by his sister

you graciously accept his offer

his sister is very kind throughout the process of stitching and cleaning your wounds

all the while Wen Ning continues to stare your way

he wonders what happened to you

but he doesn't have to wonder for long as his sister asks

and you start to explain, the tears that started forming were clear to see

Wen Ning almost wanted to cry as well, the story sounded a bit too close to his own situation after all

which is why he convinces his sister to let you stay

before begging you to stay around with the promise that he'd take care of you

and that he does

Xiao Xingchen:

the street was empty, which is why it was so obvious that something was wrong with you

you were running on the street, a panicked look on your face

you tripped not far from him, in arms reach and Xingchen looks at you

he wasn't sure what to do at first, his heart said yes but his head said to not involve himself

his heart won when he saw a few men approaching, dressed in black and clearly there to kill you

his sword was pulled as he stood before you, staring at the man with a glare

the fight doesn't take long, the men are dead after only 10 minutes

while Xingchen cleans his sword, you were quick to get up and thank him

he doesn't say much, instead he just shortly nods before walking away

not expecting you to follow him

you do though, asking him if it was okay to stay as you feared to be alone

he accept the offer or at least until you reached a clan that would protect you

which takes a few weeks and he hates to admit that he's grown attached to you

he hoped you'd stay by his side, but you chose not to

instead, you plan to rebuild your own clan

but you make sure to tell him that he's always welcome to visit

he never gets said opportunity

[neyswxrld]

the (not so) perfect day

Crosshair POV, no pairing

summary: Crosshair is having a perfect day at the beach, until Wrecker decides to interfere and share his plan of a water gun fight.

words: ~1450

warnings: sibling shenanigans, fear and feeling of drowning (just a very short passage, nothing happens)

a/n: hello again! i decided to join in on the fun of @summer-of-bad-batch! even though i'm late, here's the first prompt of the first week: water gun fight! this is not my best work since i had a somewhat long break of writing, and i also think i didn't get crosshair quite right, but i hope i can write some more stuff. this was very fun and i absolutely love and adore this event!

MASTERLIST

Crosshair couldn't believe it.

At one moment, he was sitting under the sun at the beach, enjoying the warmth and the pleasant breeze coming from the ocean, savoring the sweet, refreshing taste of the fruity juice Wrecker made for him.

The sound of the ocean bringing everything to peace. The waves hitting the beach, murmuring quiet assurances, the birds singing their songs of freedom and joy. Far away, he could hear his brothers and Omega playing around in the water, laughing, screaming. 

They are happy, and so is he.

He sighs quietly and shakes his head slightly. Sappy. They made him sappy and soft.

Him enjoying the bird sounds. The laughter of his siblings bringing him peace instead of annoyance. Old Crosshair would shake his head in disappointment about how much he's changed. But- did he?

He thinks back a few years, to their time on Kamino. He knew everything was okay when his brothers were laughing, happy. At least as okay as it could be. As they could be.

No one was hurt. They weren't thinking about what could possibly happen to them when they took a misstep. The regs didn't bother them. They were fine, they showed it through their ability to laugh freely, and Crosshair knew, nothing bad will ever happen as long as they'll stay together.

He keeps reminiscing, thinking about different occasions where they felt secure, safe, like nobody and nothing could hurt him, when suddenly a too cool splash of water hits him at the side of his head.

A little shocked, he turns around, just to directly look down the barrel of a gun. A- A light blue plastic gun. That apparently shoots water?

"Wrecker, what are you doing?" he asks confused, as he looks up at his older brother, who holds the water gun with his stupid, wide grin, still pointed at Crosshair.

"Look what Omega found! Thought I could pick you up from your grumpy mood today. It's a water pistol. You wanna try it?" Wrecker asks excited and pulls the trigger another time, hitting Crosshair in the face with a second splash.

"Wrecker! Stop it!" Crosshair starts to curse and swats his brother's hand away. "I am not grumpy!" he scowls, irritated about how his brother could take his mood in such a wrong way.

Today was a good day, and Wrecker should know as much. He even told him he liked the juice.

"Hah, yeah, I know. You still wanna try?" Wrecker asks again, and keeps irritating Crosshair even more. Why should he try? What was Wreckers goal?

Wrecker is confusing on most of the days. Even though he is easy to entertain and, admittedly, to be with, he still is able to irritate Crosshair like no other. Hell, he could push his buttons like no one else could, making him sour and angry like nothing else.

And hell did the older one know that.

"Please?" Wrecker asks again.

Crosshair looks over at him skeptically, not saying a word.

Wrecker shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another, pleading with his puppy dog eyes.

"We could have a water gun fight! Hunter says no. But- I thought- Since you like shooting so much..." Wrecker drifts from one side to another, scratching his neck.

Like Crosshair thought earlier, today is a good day. The weather is good. The juice is good. His mood is good. And, since quite a few days, he had problems with saying no to Wrecker.

The juice is very good.

Nonetheless, he likes Wrecker to make Wrecker squirm, which is why he keeps looking at him motionless for a few more seconds, enjoying the sight of his restless, impatient brother.

"Fine," he sighs and holds open his hand for Wrecker to give him the water gun.

"Yeah!" Wrecker yells, and starts to rustle around in his pocket.

Surprisingly, Wrecker doesn't give him the blue gun, but pulls out an orange one from said pockets, already full of water, and hands it over.

"Try it!" he animates him, and, with another sigh from his lips, Crosshair takes the new gun, aims at Wreckers chest and pulls the trigger, hitting spot on.

"Isn't that fun?" Wrecker says rhetorically and shoots back, hitting Crosshair's chest in the same way.

"Imagine what we could do with them!" he laughs, almost maniacally, nodding in Hunter's direction.

Their eldest brother is still sitting at the shore line, next to Omega, and helps her build one of her sandcastles. He didn't know what exactly her deal was with the sandy buildings, but she was oddly obsessed with making one every time they're having a beach day.

Crosshair raises an eyebrow, looks over at Hunter and how he's trying to place some seashells on the castle's walls according to Omega's instructions, biting his tongue in concentration.

Yes, the only thing that could make this day perfect, was pulling some stupid, harmless pranks on Hunter.

Wrecker has him right where he wants him, and both of them know it.

"He'll kill you," Crosshair rolls his eyes over-dramatically, but stands up.

"You mean, he'll kill us," Wrecker corrects, with a huge smile on his face, before dropping an arm around his brother.

"We should take him in a crossfire. He won't know what's happening, and then we just have to run fast enough," Wrecker explains his plan, and sooner rather than later, the boys start to run towards their siblings, aiming at the dark haired one, and shoot like their lives depend on it.

"What- Stop it! Wrecker! Crosshair!" Hunter starts yelling, surprised by the sudden wetness on his body, but soon realizing where it comes from.

He's up and ready to catch the both of them, before they can even think about of running away.

Lucky for Wrecker, Hunter doesn't go after him, but runs for Crosshair, who reacts just a second too slow.

"I said," Hunter yells, sitting down on Crosshairs back and taking the gun out of his hand, "stop it!"

Crosshair is busy with spitting out some bits of the sand that found their way into his mouth when Hunter tackled him onto the ground. Hunter himself is busy with shooting water at the back of his head, and yelling at Wrecker, who is still splashing water at Hunter, laughing.

Crosshair definitely isn't having fun anymore. Not at all. But if it makes Wrecker happy... He could put up with it.

Well, at least he thought he could.

He didn't realize that he and Hunter toppled over to the water when they fell, with the water splashing at his head, he didn't notice the wetness beneath him - until said wetness comes back from above. In the form of a wave.

Suddenly, the cold water is everywhere. On top of him, beneath him, left, and right.

He notices how Hunter is suddenly not on him anymore.

The salty water makes his eyes burn, and he gets pulled into the sea, while he fights to find a way upwards.

It was probably just a meter or two, at most, but with the suddenness of it all, mixed with his unexpected inability to see, he feels like he's completely underwater, in the middle of the sea and about to drown.

Luckily, just at that moment, large hands grab him by his upper arms and pull him above the water line.

Coughing, Crosshair tries to wipe his eyes clean - but it doesn't really do anything.

"Crosshair, Crosshair careful! Look here, I got a towel!" Hunter's voice interrupts him, and a second later his brother puts said thing into his wet hands.

He quickly dries his hands and face, before looking up at Hunter, Wrecker and Omega, who eye him concerned.

"Are you okay?" Omega asks first.

Crosshair frowns at her.

"Got a little too close to the water. Sorry for that," Hunter says, holding out a hand.

Crosshair scowls. Yeah, this wasn't the perfect day at all anymore.

"I hate the both of you," he coughs, glaring at his brothers, but takes Hunter's hand and accepts his help of pulling him up.

It's Wrecker who raises his voice next, happily as ever.

"You should've seen your face!" he laughs and claps Crosshairs back, almost making him face-plant again. "I'm glad you're good, otherwise it wouldn't be that funny!" he keeps chuckling heartily.

Crosshair just shakes his head and heads back to the deck chair he left behind just minutes ago.

'We could have a water gun fight!', he starts to mimic Wrecker in his head.

'Isn't that fun?', he repeats.

'Imagine what we could do with them!'

Nothing. Nothing, at all!

He shakes his head again, takes his juice and starts brooding while sipping out of his glass.

Never again.

He would never, never ever, have a water gun fight again.

Not in a million years.

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[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

okay this is for the "I say Havers"-meta anon because I feel a bit bad that I didn't give you what you wanted🙈

So we pick it up again after, the last post I showed you.

Captain says his line about the cover drive, Havers thanks him and then this happens :

(Two btws: -I remember making one of my silly little lazy posts with "say something I'm giving up on you" to this image

-just found out whilst looking for the GIF: I actually can tell from Gifs that only have his facial expression what has been said to him and at which point we are in the scene,solely based on his expression😮 )

Sorry back to the meta:

Would you look at him. In the first scene we have with him Cap dismisses him by saying "carry on" and Havers gets back to his duties. But here Cap, all wrapped up in his feelings made room for a pause by not saying anything after his cricket comment.

Now Havers says this and of course he can't just leave,he has to be dismissed and my boy has places to be (north-africa). But this is clearly not him asking for further commands etc.

Look at his eyes completely fixed on Cap and his raised eyebrow and the movement of the head. It's simutaneously the gesture one makes to remind someone that it's their turn to speak or do something as well as it looks like he tries to not only encourage Cap but is trying to indicate that "If you have anything to say, now is the time". Basically it looks like he's desperately waiting/yearning/hoping that Cap will adress his feelings/confess his feelings. He's almost trying to nudge him mentally to spit something out. (Still believe His inner monologue here was "say something, say something, say something!")

But Cap just confirms that that's all and in this second Havers realises that Cap won't say anything. And look how dissapointed he looks because it's just not happening. He's giving up and very very briefly has to get his facial expression in check. he turns to leave

(Excuse the screenshot quality I'm typing this on my phone and had to take this from YouTube)

So Cap now panicks a bit because this is probably the last conversation they'll be having and he at least has something to say that resembles a good bye or an I miss you just something to tell Havers what he means to him. So at the last minute:

and of course Havers whips around with an expectant look the only difference is he does not look like he's screaming internally wondering If Cap will confess anymore. I guess because he's already in his stiff upper lip/professional mode because my god the man can hide his emotions Like 1000 times better than Cap. Also he has given up after Cap gave him emotional whiplash twice already in this conversation. But nonetheless there is still a faint hope which is shown by how fucking fast he turns towards him.

So the next part hast been said by others before. Cap tries to say something, his courage leaves him, he shakes his head to himself and settles for

With this pleading look on his face of I dunno "please I mean it"? "please you have to understand/to see"? "Please believe me when I say"?

Wordwise though he's going the semi professional route of "I really liked working with you because I like you as a colleague"

So now Havers reaction which I for the longest time could not get. I mean i get the nod that's a "acknowledged....thank you ...you too... bye"

But the smile? So yeah now I gotta say first of all professional mode is on. But also in a way he got an "It's a shame that you're going, I wish you we're staying" but just not as a romantic confession. So he's smiling because at least he got that and it was sincere? Also happy that Cap did at least say something about his emotions towards him in the end?

seriously interpretations on that smile are very welcome.

Sorry this all is again incoherent babbling, but at least it's now about the right part of the scene.

[king-midas-fortnite]

Journal Entry: The Island Shifts

Midas jots down some thoughts on the changes

The island has changed again. I think there were a number of us who felt a shift coming. I'm glad I had taken the yacht further off shore before it happened. As well I am glad Valeria agreed to come with me. I know it was not easy for her to leave. Her railway station was already gone, but Glacier still stood. She was already there when I had called her, gathering a few items of sentiment and just...saying goodbye, I'm sure.

Walking away from anything you hold dear for the last time is incredibly difficult. She seems to be handling the change well enough, though I am not surprised by this.

Deadpool Wade was here as well. At least, I know he was towards the start. The man has a habit of popping in and out of my peripheral vision. However, I haven't seen him on board since the change. He probably made a quick exit to look around himself.

A guest I am less happy for, but nonetheless resigned to accept, is Kado. I extended a "hand" (bastard) to him as a courtesy to Valeria. We have not spoken since our altercation. When he attacked me for making a joke or two at his expense when some "unimportant" documents of his got leaked out. Unimportant enough to try and kill me over, evidently. Regardless, he joined on the yacht as well to wait everything out.

He's been tense the whole time, on edge as he watches the skies closely. For what specifically, I have no clue.

At one point there had been a number of those rift butterflies that had come down to the boat. Many of which seemed keen on Val, landing on her shoulders and hands. It was nice to see her smile at them. Nice, too, to see a few flutter into Kado's eyes as he was swatting and hissing.

Anyway, an island I know all too well is back. Everything here feels so painfully nostalgic. This island was home to me in many ways, but it's very different than it was before.

The Agency is back, but it's clearly not the one I knew. It's someone else's. All the hard work of my past sitting in the middle of the island, a monolith to my failures covered in tacky dogs and flourishes as if to mock me personally. The Zero Point sure does have a funny way of making me feel that way.

That's not even to mention the other version of me that's here now. This...Meowscles/Me creature. I simply cannot spend too much time thinking about him before I get a headache. I'll just keep my own yacht moored by Sweaty Sands, away from his for now.

I will make contact, I don't doubt that we'd have enough to talk about to get along. I just...I don't think I need to explain why a version of me that is also my feline friend is a tad uncomfortable.

Regardless, the island I know best is back in a strange way. Not the change I expected in the least, but it is what it is.

The Underworld being gone (hopefully returned to its rightful plain of existence), is a monumental weight off my chest. Hades already owes me for dealing with Mephisto and returning his rule to him, but it is an extra boone to not have to see my own personal hell sitting in the distance.

I expected the souls that speak to me in my vulnerable moments to have left with it, but they remain. They stubbornly cling to me like glue. I imagine they'll be with me forever. At least they still grant me the shade step.

Perhaps with Mizuki's offer for help, I'll learn to live in harmony with these voices, rather than merely tolerate. A quandary for another time. For now, I have much to learn about this island and it's differences.

My main concern is naturally what lies underneath the "Doggpound". I know it is no longer my building, but I can't imagine it isn't here for much the same purpose. If the same hubris befalls whoever is in charge...

I hope we can avoid another flood. Reminder: Unless discussed, these are not "public" to other Tumblrverse characters. Okay to reblog, but please do not roleplay on journal entries!