#getting to sing that sort of a part in a play when you're a kid must be so cool

[damnprecious]

tfw you go see a musical comedy and it makes you cry

[pomefioredove]

having a crush on you

summary: how they would act having a crush on you type of post: headcanons characters: pomefiore (vil, rook, epel) additional info: reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, rook is rook, not proofread, hi I'm insane and I love pining, I NEED to write another fic but with rook. might write this same prompt with other dorms

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

don't take his calm and collected facade as apathy

he's slowly losing his mind about this

"pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself, falling asleep thinking about you" kind of losing his mind

it's my personal belief that Vil hasn't been in love before this

hasn't even really thought about it

so when you enter the picture it kinda throws him off balance

and with the exception of Rook, no one can even tell

he is an actor, after all, he can play the part of "totally platonic friends with room for Jesus"

(maybe a little too well)

but Vil isn't entirely emotionally repressed

he keeps things to himself, yes, but he's quite conscious of his own wants and needs

so when he realizes he's been craving your presence more than usual he does acknowledge it

in his head

and then does nothing about it for months

...what? he's busy

things like this can wait for him, and he doesn't want to put a rift between you two in case it might be a passing feeling

well... it doesn't pass

he becomes keenly aware of how much he wants you around him, how much he thinks about you, how much your very presence is enough to make him happier than he's ever... really felt

and you know what?

he is totally cool about it.

just kidding. he drives himself insane trying to think of the perfect way to confess, something that will impress you and meet his standards

he's dropping hints left and right and you don't seem to be picking any of them up

which again, just makes him crazy

(some days he really wants to ask you how oblivious one person can be, but he restrains himself)

I mean, how many times can he send you red tulips before you finally get the hint? he's practically spelling it out for you!

there is... a tiny, little part of him that worries you don't reciprocate

is he not your type? are you interested in someone else? perhaps he'd been too harsh on you, after all...

the fact that one little potato can make him so worried absolutely drives him mad

he is the vision of poise and grace and you are ruining him

and this sort of mood comes and goes in waves

just when he thinks he's pulled himself back together, you'll smile at him or say something cute and suddenly he's back to square one

(you're so adorable it's annoying -_-)

while he's sorting out a good way to express his feelings properly, he'll be spending all his free time with you

you need some new things? he'll be glad to take you shopping

you came over to see Epel? oh, well, he's not here, but you should stay for some tea, anyway!

your afternoon is free? he has some new lip gloss he's been dying to test out...

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

contrary to popular belief, I don't think Rook would be so open about it

he still compliments you, of course, and sings praises of your beauty and elegance, and has little regard for personal space, as always

but he's like that with a lot of people, so it's hard to really tell when he likes someone

the truth of the matter is that Rook Hunt can be just as reserved with his feelings as anyone else

when he really, really likes someone, he keeps it to himself

why?

he's hunting you he's learning more about you before making his true feelings known

he feels it's necessary to have an adequate amount of information on his target before making a move, after all

for reference: you catch his eye at orientation, and do not have a single conversation with him until after winter break

(of course, after that, you start mysteriously running into him everywhere)

is he kinda weird about it? uh. yeah.

this is Rook we're talking about

on the other hand, he's completely lovesick about you and it's almost cute

he's definitely the type to write your initials in a journal with a glitter pen while kicking his feet back and forth and giggling

seeing if you would sound better with his last name or he with yours...

definitely has a very weird photo collection of you somewhere in his room

along with stacks of poems, pressed flowers, and little gifts he intends to give you once he's won you over

(when, not if. Rook is nothing if not patient)

you may find a rose left outside Ramshackle every so often

or a few cans of tuna for Grim

all while acting like the same old eccentric Rook, no discernable difference

except when you can feel his eyes on you at random places in the middle of the day

Ace and Deuce call you paranoid but you can't shake the feeling

though, every once in a while he'll get a little grumpy

Rook is easily jealous, and while that sort of possessiveness never extended to untouchable idols like Vil and Neige, he's already decided that you're his prey

and he'd kindly ask everyone else to find their own, thank you

he hasn't exactly planned the confession yet, but just know it's probably going to be the sweetest and craziest you've ever heard

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

first of all he's going to fight you for making him like you so much

second of all he's going to beg for a chance

maybe not in that exact order

Epel is constantly at war with his own emotions and having romance thrown in the mix is. uh. not optimal

not only does it ruin the stoic, strong male persona he's been trying to build, but it's also making him feel all soft and gushy

suddenly he cares about looking nice

(much to Vil's approval)

and now he wants to do nice things for you?

he's gonna bite you

how dare you make him think about kissing and holding hands!

don't you know he's supposed to be above all this romantic stuff? what is he, Rook?!

then, after his initial temper tantrum, he starts coping. hard.

he might be able to stomach the idea of being an item if he gets to wear the pants in the relationship

...yeah, right? right.

if you let him be the man, if you let him protect you...

he might be okay with it!

obviously he starts trying to show off his manly strength (seriously) every time he sees you

starts making comments about how tough practice was on him

will literally never let anyone else carry anything for you ever again

he even provides for you (in payments of apple juice)

obviously this backfires 'cause the second you do something that gives him butterflies he's back to giggling

(you'll have to ease him into the idea of being soft and romantic together, but he'll get there)

but, to his credit, he'd be the first out of all the above to confess

super suddenly and out of nowhere (and he ends up shouting it cause he didn't want to sound chicken) but it's sweet in its own way

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Stray Kids and specific things they adore about you

pairing: bf!ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning/s: none? not proofread and i feel like i literally can't english today so sorry if there are mistakes!

a/n: tried to keep the reader gender neutral, hope this is okay! just something short while i work on my longer fics, enjoy!🩷

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Chan:

He adores when you talk about something you're passionate about. He loves when you get so invested, eyes wide in excitement, your hands making all sort of gestures, your whole body vibrating with happiness. Chan just melts when he sees you like that and he just wants to grab you, hold you tight and never let go. He smile is always so big when you're so enthusiastic and he looks lovestruck. You notice the way his eyes shine and you start feeling a little shy, asking him if he's even listening to you. And ofcourse he is, he can recite back everything you just said because that's how attentive he is towards you.

Lee Know:

Minho loves watching you get unready. Whenever you come back home from a date or a hangout with your friends, he follows you with his eyes as you take your coat and shoes off. He loves your little sighs of relaxation whenever you peel off anything restricting. He watches you as you take off your make up and you get a little self-conscious and ask,

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"- he smirks.

"Like you're mesmerized or something."- you smirk back.

"I don't know what you're talking about."- he grins and you shake your head, getting back to your skincare routine.

You can see his cheeks becoming rosy, eyes squinty as he smiles behind you in the mirror and your heart skips a beat.

Changbin:

He loves looking at your hands while you cook. I know, very specific but I feel like he admires the delicacy and the love you put into making food for the both of you. The way your hands move and look while you do something mundane like cutting veggies, cleaning the meat or grinding spices, I can just imagine him forgetting to actually help you as he leans his chin on his hand and just looks at you sweetly. You don't even notice at first since you're concentrated on what you're doing but then you hear a very loud dreamy sigh and you look at your boyfriend. The way he's staring at your hands makes butterflies swarm in your stomach.

"Binnie?"

"Mhm?"

"The pasta?"- you point towards the stove, since you put him on pasta stirring duty earlier.

"Whoops!"- he jumps up making you chuckle as you pat his butt, the butterflies still making a mess inside your stomach.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin loves watching you sleep, not in a creepy way, but in a 'my love is finally getting the sleep they needs plus they looks beautiful while literally just existing'. He admires you so much, loves your features, every single one of them. Where you see an imperfection, he sees pure beauty. He's mapping out every single detail about you, imprinting it in his mind because his romantic soul wants to savour every moment he has next to you. Sometimes he takes his sketchbook out and draws you or paints you. If you start to stir awake, he's by your side immediately, his lips pressing sweet kisses all over your face and you smile, still half asleep.

Jisung:

He loves when you hum or whistle randomly while listening to music. You first start humming and then singing quietly and you don't even notice it. But Jisung always does and he thinks you're adorable when you get into it and you're not even aware. Your body moves ever so slightly, like you tap your foot, your head moves a little and your fingers play a fictional piano on any surface near you. Sometimes that surface is Jisung and he chuckles at your cuteness, breaking your trance.

"Sorry."- you mumble, your face warming up in embarassment.

"Don't be. We were just getting to the good part. Keep playing."- he smirks.

The initial embarassment wears off because a few moments later both of you can't sit still and a dance party ensues right there in your living room.

Felix:

Whenever you concentrate while you're reading or doing something. That something could be you getting lost in thoughts while you clean up, you just vibing and doing your thing, like a hobby you have or you concentrated on counting his freckles while you cuddle. You're oblivious to just how much he observes you without saying anything. That's how he remembers all of your little habits, your brows furrowing, nail between your teeth when you get to a particularly interesting part of your book. How you push your hair back when it gets in the way. You always lose all your scrunchies so he keeps one on his wrist the whole time and he watches you struggle a little just because your little sighs of frustration are cute to him before he comes up behind you and helps you tie your hair. You lean your head back and smile at him and he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

Seungmin:

Seungmin loves to see you shine. And by that I mean if you're extroverted or just around friends you can be extroverted with and you're talking to them, having fun, maybe even commanding the whole room just by telling a story and making everyone laugh, Seungmin will be at your side looking at you proudly. He's always proud of you and mesmerized by how easy it is for you to be in the spotlight like that. He also takes pride in the fact that you're his, this amazing witty person, the person making everyone's heads turn is his partner. That boosts his confidence so best be sure that he will show you just how proud he is to call you his when you come back home.

Jeongin:

Opposite of Minho, Jeongin loves watching you getting ready to go out. He'll offer to help brush your hair or help you style your outfit. Problem is, if you have a hard time deciding between a few outfits, your usually fashion expert of a boyfriend will have a hard time helping you because you just look so perfect to him, no matter what you're wearing. At this point, he's making you change outfits on purpose just so he can look at you more before you two go out. He loves helping you choose your jewelry and will always add something of his. Like a ring, bracelet, watch, necklace... Anything, he loves sharing with you. If you decide to also add a clothing item of his, he will be smitten by you and his face will probably be red because he's so excited about sharing his closet with you.

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[hairmetal666]

Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 17

George is so sweet to put so much effort into helping Ringo write his song and to not ask for any kind of writing credit. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, right? But also, I’d do that for Ringo too if I were him. Ringo deserves it for everything he’s given to that band and the little credit he’s received. 

“What am I playing, Richie?” “You’ll be on drooms.” If the Beatles know how to do one thing, it’s be cute. 

John, stop talking about Paul’s strong arms, you're embarrassing yourself. 

I do have to just include this here. From my Get Back book. I never heard, “was it sexually oriented?” on the nagra reels, but apparently that’s what Peter Jackson’s cleaned-up version gave him, and again, he was like, “hmm. Too gay.” 

He’s known Heather for how long? Less than a year, right? But if somebody had showed me just this footage and told me he’d raised her from a newborn, I would not blink an eye. That kind of tired but fond interaction is exactly how a dad plays with his kid. And she’s climbing all over him and bossing him around like he’s never not been in her life. It’s beautiful. 

And John, with his “are you going to eat them?” is the perfect sort of bad-example favorite uncle. The kind that would check her out of school when she’s older and go get her ears pierced when her dad had said she was too young. 

Sorry, I promise I’m not just going to be thirsting over dad Paul this whole time. I have to just make one thing clear, and this is the only thing I’ll say on the subject and then I’m done. If a man is a 3 and a good dad, he’s a 10. Paul was already an 11, so I’m literally just done-for. Okay, I’ll shut up. 

John and Paul doing their usual thing, only paying attention to each other. Talking about an Elvis gospel ending for Let it Be. George, smirking, stands up: and we’ll all kneel as you do it. If John had said it, Paul would be in stitches. But George said it, and he might as well have never opened his mouth for all the notice he gets. And it’s honestly heartbreaking, if you can take your eyes off of the insanity of John and Paul’s weird eye-contact, to watch George’s face go from excited at his own wit and hopeful for a laugh to just completely downcast. Twelve years of that. Twelve years. 

Ringo, you’re an absolute saint. He’s being so sweet to Heather, even letting her mess with his symbols, and then Paul has the audacity to tell him to “keep it lighter.” Like. Paul. Do you think that maybe the fact that he’s got a five-year-old over there “helping” him might have anything to do with how the drums are coming out? Just a thought. Anyone else would at least have something to say about it. Ringo just sort of nods along but he looks SO tired.

TFW you’re inspiring the next generation of women to be loud and free and take up space.

“Dig it” is actually insane to me. I know I’m crazy, but remember those twin dreams they had about buried treasure when they first met? “If you want it, you can dig it up.” ???

When George and Paul just jump into harmonizing together when they’re talking about The Long and Winding Road arrangement? Their voices are like magic together. I wish they would’ve had George sing that part in the final thing, actually.  

[smol-pine]

Advice for Autistic Regressors

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Some people may know, autistic kids tend to play a lot differently than their neurotypical friends. As someone who is autistic and is an age regressor, I find that the same thing is true, trying to figure out how to play is difficult! So I decided to make a list of ideas of how to play and hope it can help some other people too!

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Brackets! grab a bunch of whatever you'd like to play with; plushies, small toys, rocks, anything! Use a piece of paper (or a small whiteboard!), draw up a bracket (search "sport bracket" if you're not sure what they look like), and fill in your toys names or descriptions! Next you gotta choose your competition, my go-tos are either coinflips or one of those sit-in-a-circle-sing-a-song elimination type games. Keep going until you have your winner, celebrate, and repeat! I can sit and do this for hours, and the fun part is the amount of variation you have!

Organize! Need something low energy but still engaging? Find something to sort into categories! You can use collections of toys like My Little Ponies or Littlest Pet Shops, more mundane objects like poker chips or rocks, or different coloured candies if you want to add in a fun snack! Just make sure not to eat too many

Crafts! While this will be different for everyone, I find crafts to be a lot easier to understand than playing. Get some easy craft kits at the dollar store or set up something before you regress! Preferably something easy and simple (and for me, colourful!)

Sensory play! Have you seen those videos of people making sensory bins for their kids? Why not try them when regressed! You can customize them to you, whether you're more of a visual, auditory, or textile stimmer, and are usually pretty simple to set up! You can also use fidget toys for this!

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

I know it may not be much, but I hope this can help someone! And as a reminder to my fellow autistic regressors, you are just as valid as any other regressor, even if the way you regress is a bit different

If you have any other suggestions feel free to add on!

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

[geekyarmorel]

Re8 characters and how they react to a sick reader who also demand cuddles.

Alcina:

When realizes that you're sick she engages 'mom' mode.

Instantly puts you in bed.

Refuses to let you get up.

Has all sorts of juice, water, and soups sent to you.

Does whatever she needs to done quickly so she can be by your side.

Offers to read to you.

Sits by the bed and reads to you.

Blushes softly when you snuggle over close to her as possible.

When she goes to leave she brushes your hair out of your face.

You sleepily ask her "Hold me?"

Her heart melts and she says "Of course draga mea, anything you want."

Slowly she eases herself in beside you trying to not disturb you.

When you snuggle into her side she almost turns into a puddle from melting at how sweet it was.

Absolutely refuses to part with you the remainder of your sickness

Donna:

At the first sign of you being sick she immediately starts making medicinal tea.

Has the dolls guide you to bed while she works on making soup for you.

Makes sure you have plenty of blankets because she knows the house can get a little drafty at times.

Dotes on you, making sure you always have water or something warm to drink.

She knows you like hearing her sing (rare that it is) so she sits by your bed and sings a soft lullaby to you.

It's one her mother sung to her as a young child.

She's not for sure when her hand found yours and your fingers intertwined.

Goes to let go and get some more water for you in case you wake up and need some.

When she starts to pull her hand from yours it wakes you up enough for you to whine out "No. Stay, cuddle."

Donna's face nearly combusts.

Her heart aches for you and decides she will cuddle you.

Carefully slides herself in beside you, trying to give you space.

You stir just a little and she calms you down.

"It's okay cara mea. Sleep now."

She scoots just a little closer and puts her arm over you to hold you.

Melts when you curl against her and fall back asleep.

Rests with you for a long time only leaving once you wake up so she could bring you more soup.

Heisenberg:

It took him a little bit to realize you were sick

But as soon as he realized he grumbled "Get to bed dumbass."

Once you were in bed he gave you a glass of water before going back to work.

He worked for a while before his gut said to check on you.

When he checked on you, you were shivering and running a high fever.

"I'm cold." You whine and that's when he knew it was bad.

If you were cold in his factory.....fuck that wasn't good at all.

He won't say he worriedly called Donna, he'll absolutely deny he was worried.

Donna knew he was though as he asked her for medicine and some kind of soup for you.

She had it ready that afternoon and he quickly picked it up before coming back to you.

"Hey wake up kid." He said, his voice a bit rough. "Take your medicine."

You resisted at first but when he pulled you into his lap you immediately gave in.

Once you took it he tried to put you down but you clung to him.

"Cuddle me, please?"

He gives in and slips you and him in the bed after kicking off his boots and removing his hat and sunglasses.

Will later refuse to admit he snuggled you close and played with your hair to lull you to sleep.

Also refuses to admit that it made him happy to take care of you after all you've done to take care of him.

And when you run to vomit he holds your hair out of your face if needed.

"I got you. Had some of these days myself, of course I was really drunk but still."

Mother Miranda:

Oh when she realized you were sick she almost had a panic attack.

It made her think of how her little Eva got sick and never recovered.

She was terrified of losing you as well.

Even though she never showed how nervous she was on the outside, inside she was scared to death.

"Go to bed, I can do this myself."

You honestly thought you made her mad by being sick since she didn't show much emotion.

Getting in bed you sniffled, trying not to cry.

Miranda found she couldn't work because all she could think of was you and being worried.

She gave up and went to the kitchen, fixing a bowl of your favorite soup.

She also procured some medicine for you to take.

When entering your room she noticed you had been crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I'm sick and I can't help you bring back Eva." You answer, refusing to look at her.

Miranda sets down the bowl on your nightstand.

"You don't need to apologize. Your health is important to me, we need to take care of you so when we get our Eva back we can be there for her."

You felt better and sat up in bed, letting her sit by you and hand you your soup.

After eating and taking your medicine you laid down to rest, when noticing Miranda was about to leave you reached out and asked "Don't leave me, stay and cuddle me?"

Miranda practically melted on the inside, laying down in a comfortable position she curled her wings around you to the best of her abilities.

Cue you falling asleep in a cocoon of soft feathers.

Miranda eventually slips out to grab some work before coming back and slipping beside you once again.

She won't admit it but later she presses three sweet and tender kisses to your forehead before curling herself up with you and finding sleep herself.

[uluvjay]

Can I request a Trevor fic at a county fair? Just soft summer vibes please

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting I love this idea so much, hope you enjoyed. I ran with a sort of small version of Stagecoach/fair idea😭

Country festival- T. Zegras

Warnings?; non really just a bunch of Fluff and Trevor’s being lovey, there is kissing

Trevor Zegras x established relationship! Reader

Sorry for any errors!

—

You and Trevor walked through the festival crowd looking for a lemonade stand so you could get a refill before the next performance started.

“Baby stop walking so slow, I wanna get a lemonade before Tyler Childers comes on” you called out to your boyfriend who was dragging behind you.

“Honey he doesn’t come on for another hour, we won’t miss it” he said with a light laugh

“Yeah but look at this line” you told him as the two of you finally found one and got into the long line.

“Babe we’ll make it, I promise” he said holding his pinky out to you so you could hook yours into his

You laughed but did what he was waiting for before leaning up and giving him a small kiss.

-

You did in fact make it to the stage with approximately 20 minutes to spare before Tyler came on, and you two were actually able to get a very good spot. You were beyond excited, you loved Tyler Childers and hadn’t had the chance to see him live yet.

“You excited?” Trevor asked from next to you

“Very” you replied smiling up at him, “Cant wait for him to play our song”

He smiled down at you before pulling you into kiss, “I love you” he told you pulling away.

“I love you more” you smiled at him

-

You and Trevor were mid conversation when people started yelling and cheering, you turned away from Trevor and looked up to the stage seeing Tyler waving to the crowd.

He gave a small introduction and thanked people for coming before he started his first song.

A few songs in he began to sing “Shake the frost” which happened to be one of Trevor’s favorite songs. He told you he related to the song because when you two met he was a crazy college kid who was always getting in trouble with his coach’s for partying. And how even now when he gets mad and can’t control his anger during games, you always help him when he returns to you.

As the song started you felt Trevor move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. You leaned you head back on his shoulder to look up at him and admire your boy as he began to mouth the lyrics.

You had been paying attention to the rest of the song until you felt your boyfriends mouth by you ear and heard him begin to lowly sing the lyrics in your ear.

“And I'd let you know how much I loved you every day

So darlin', will ya stay right here

And shake this frost off of my bones?”

You turned your head to look him and you somehow fell even more in love you him.

“I love you so much” you blurted out blushing a little.

He just smirked and gave you a kiss on the cheek before standing back to his natural height as the next song started.

Finally with two songs left you heard the tempo of “All your’n” start, you couldn’t help but jump a little and turn to face Trevor as this was your song.

He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around your waist as you threw yours around his neck. You two began to belt the lyrics, you were sure you both sounded horrible but you didn’t care.

You held each other the whole song and sang to one another, part of you wished Jamie or another friend had came with you so you could get a picture. But you would be forever grateful for the memory of being able to hear your song live.

Finally as the final line came he pulled you somehow even closer then you already were as he sang you the lyrics.

“No there ain't two ways around it

There ain't no trying 'bout it

I'm all your'n and you're all mine”

[quinloki]

humble requests for buggy, killer, and robin for marking with their lipstick (i know robin isnt drawn with any but just for fun), hella softcore femdom, and praise (not for killer i know u already did him and i.. go back regularly to read it and get all flustered and coo and adhjsfldkf) thank yoU!!!

Awwwww ♥ I'm glad you like it that much. Hm... maybe I'll expand on it for this post. Let's see how it goes.

Buggy and Robin - I think this is firsts for both of them \o/ (Oh wait, I've gotten Buggy once before, first for Robin!)

Also, I apologize, I'm laughing at "hella softcore femdom" - I don't know what to do with that, but I'm going to try my best. I'm assuming the qualifier is there because I tend to go pretty hard core, and you're trying to get me to put the mittens on and tone it down a bit.

We'll do this by character as is becoming the norm, and we'll just go in the order you've listed \o/

Buggy:

Marking w/lipstick - Yes - Buggy likes to give you his "look" in the bedroom - not the big red nose, but the exaggerated lips and the blue lines. There's just something quiet and intimate about it and he refuses to let anyone else see you like that. Generally, in the course of the night, the makeup on the both of you is ruined all to hell. Red and blue smears of paint blotched along skin.

You've even "marked" him more directly before, drawing a couple lazy hearts on his chest with the lipstick one time and he found he really liked it. He told you it was flashy and even left it in place until normal daily life wore it away.

Hella Softcore Femdom - Oh god you don't even know - Buggy can be pushed into being dom, he can even be one on his own, but he's a very stressed clown man. Handing over the proverbial reigns and doing your bidding is a tremendous stress reliever for him. It doesn't even have to be sexual in nature. He'll rub your shoulder, massage your feet, bring you snacks and feed you fruits (and/or let you feed him fruits too.) He even enjoys being made to clean or organize things.

Praise Kink - FUCK Yes - You cannot praise him too much, he cannot praise you too much. Buggy is a affirmative words kind of guy. (He likes having degradation thrown at him, does not like dishing it out). He loves to hear he's doing well, and loves to praise you for taking him so well at the same time. He's very talkative when he's with you - not in the screechy kind of fast-talk he has with other people. It's much calmer than that, maybe a little flashy still.

He'll talk a little less as things progress - once you've both learned what the other likes there'll be less instructions and questions and clarifications, but he'll still be singing your praises, and reveling in you praising him.

Killer:

Marking w/lipstick - FUCK Yes - Killer loves to mark you, and honestly the more temporary those marks are the better. As a general rule at least. The best part is how accurate he is with it. He's put lipstick on your lips without getting any outside of the lines, and he didn't use the lipstick on your lips directly. It was some of the best kissing you'd experienced with him.

By the time all is said and done it's often hard to tell what marks on you are passionate bruises, and which marks are Killer's lipstick. At least until you get cleaned up.

Hella Softcore Femdom - Yes - I don't think you'd ever actually truly dom Killer. Even softcore style. He's delighted to let you fill that role, but there's no point in any of it where you're fully in control. He just doesn't have enough "sub" in him for that sort of interaction. Much like Kid though, he's into pretty much all kinks, from all sides, and he'll happily play at being you're good darlin' without complaint.

Plus it's not bad for him to just relax and let someone call the shots for a little bit. Killer's usually non-stop on in that category. So it's refreshing for him to let someone else take the lead.

Praise Kink - Oh god your don't even know - Killer will praise you and accept your praises. But mostly praise you - how well you take him, how sweet you sound, how beautiful your laughter is, how delicious, and warm, and tight and perfect you are. Killer loves to lavish you with praise. You are his good little one, and he'll make sure you never doubt it. He'll even praise you while he's punishing you - especially if you're accepting your punishment without complaint.

It's also easy to tell that praise effects him positively as well. You can hear his soft moans shiver when you praise him, feel him twitch inside you, the flex in his fingers as he works to control himself. He doesn't really need or want anyone else to tell him he's doing a good job, but something about the way you say it, hits him at his core.

Nico Robin:

Marking w/lipstick - Sure - I think Robin wouldn't have much of an opinion on it until her partner marked her with lipstick. The quiet action of it, the subtle intimacy, the ease with which it can be removed and reapplied. Something about it will click with her and she'll be positive toward it more than neutral.

As a general rule I don't think she's one for marking any more "hardcore" than lipstick. Marks maybe from passionate kissing, but considering her past I don't think she'd want to have a show of ownership over someone. I almost think freedom is more important to her than it is to Luffy.

Hella Softcore Femdom - Oh god you don't even know - This is like, Robin's natural state. It's almost how she is just as a person existing. Everything I can think of to describe it are canonical moments in the show. She just very casually and skillfully moves the crew to her desires, and praises them when things go how she wants. It's almost motherly with, say, Chopper, but there's certainly a dom vibe with the rest of the crew.

It's subtle though - "hella softcore" is a good way to describe it. That said, it's something I see her doing to someone quite easily, but I don't think it goes in the other direction. Subtle as it may (or may not) come across in her relationship, she is most certainly the dominate partner.

Praise Kink - FUCK Yes - Degradation is not Robin's default setting. She's 100% someone that's going to praise you for a job well-done. The hardest part of being her partner is that she'll praise you for cleaning the room in the same cadence and tone that she'll praise you for taking her strap. Or hand. Or with you pleasing her.

There's nothing wrong with it, but when she thanks you for something in front of everyone else in that same tone she used in the bedroom perhaps just moments earlier. Well. To say it has an astounding effect is a bit of an understatement (and I'm certain she does it on purpose too.)

Get your asks in, I'm not taking more after tomorrow.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 1

I missed this family! I hope you're ready for incoming toddlers.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Buongiorno (Italian) Good morning Caro (Italian) Dear Grazie (Italian) Thank you Piccolo (Italian) Little one Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation Zia/Zio (Italian) Aunt/Uncle

Up in the Pinnacles lies the home of Devin and Luna Villareal. Devin is an established actress taking on movie gigs alongside her role as tv regular on ZBB: Apocalypse rising. As much as she loves her job she enjoys spending time at home with her beloved wife Luna who is a university professor. The pair have young twins toddlers Alfred and Rilian. Living with them is Devin’s younger brother Joey, a tech head who’s main goal in life is to sleep with 30 sims. 7 down, 23 to go.

Devin: Buongiorno bambinos! Wakey wakey. Time to rise and shine my little stars

The twins blink awake slowly and sit themselves up.

Luna: Who needs some more potty training

The twins look at each other and back at their parents sadly.

Alfred: Mummy I use diaper

Rilian: Me to Mummy, in sleep

Devin: Oh dear, do we need changes

Rilian: No Mama, need food!

Devin and Luna are so pleased that their picky eater wants food that they decide to leave changes for now, they can give the boys baths after breakfast.

Rilian: Up Mama, up!

Devin: You want up? I thought you don’t like being carried

Rilian: *quietly* I like snuggle

Devin sighs happily as her piccolo throws his little arms around her and snuggles into her hair.

Alfred: Mummy carry me? Food

Luna: I can do that, but you’ll have to pay

Alfred: Pay?

Luna: Kiss attack!

Alfred laughs as Luna scoops him in her arms and kisses his cheek. Since Rilian woke in a good mood Devin decides to chance carrying him to the kitchen while Luna takes Alfred.

Devin: Grazie Rilian for letting Mama carry you

Rilian: I hung, much hung

Devin: Don’t worry, mama will get you breakfast. Are you okay with cereal?

Rilian nods enthusiastically and Devin grabs him a bowl while Luna brings in Alfred.

Devin: Hey slow pokes, we left you in the dust

Devin pulls a funny face at Alfred who bursts into giggles.

Alfred: We here Mama, we here. I can has cereal Mummy

Devin: Hold on, what do we say

Alfred: I can has cereal… please?

Luna: Perfect. Oh Rilian, have you almost finished your bowl?

Rilian: I was hung Mummy, very hung

Luna: Can you say hungry? Hmm. Hung-ry

Rilian: Hung… ree?

Rilian looks at Devin quizzically while Luna is sorting Alfred’s cereal.

Devin: Try again bambino, hungry. If you want food you are hung-ry

Rilian tries a few times to say the word while Alfred pats at his cereal.

Devin: Alfred, caro, you need to put the food in your mouth

Alfred: *singing* ce-real, ce-real, I like ce-real *whoops*

Rilian: *giggles* Mama Alfe make messy

Devin: *laughs* Yes I can see

Luna: *quietly* Tell them not to play with their food

Devin: But you- you know…

Luna: *guiltily* That’s why I can’t tell them off

Devin: *sighs* Rilian, Alfred, you can’t keep playing with your food

Rilian: I no play, I finish

Luna: Well done on eating schnucki

Rilian: Mama, Mummy, what we do today? Can I has bath?

Luna: *laughs* And they said kids hated baths

Devin: Can you do the baths Lu? I think we need to work on our please and thank you because some of us are forgetting

Alfred: Why

Devin: Because we want to grow up to be nice polite people

Rilian: Mummy do we have to

Luna: Yes. Like your Mama said, we need to learn manners. If you’re lucky maybe she’ll teach you the words in Italian when you get the hang of it

Alfred: Then we speak Iti!

Devin: Si piccolo mio

Luna: Who wants first bath

Rilian: ME! Me!

Luna: Hmm, what a shame. No one wants a bath

Rilian: Me Mummy! I do

Alfred: Please Ri...

Rilian: Oh. Me please Mummy

While Luna and Rilian head for the bath Joey comes into the kitchen.

Joey: Buongiorno Devin, Alfred

Alfred: Bon gee no (Buongiorno) Zio Joey

Devin: This seems early for you

Joey: Hey, I’ve already hung the washing out

Devin: We really need to hire a maid

Joey: Yes! A hot one

Devin: You going to be working on your video game?

Joey: Just until you need to head out, then I can hang with my best little buddies

Alfred: We get time with Zio Joey? Yay!

Devin: Yeah, while Mummy and Mama go out together

Devin: Okay caro, do you remember why we say please

Alfred: It… it nice word

Devin: It is a nice word, yes. But we say it to be nice to others

Alfred: Why

Devin: To be polite and friendly. We say it when we want or need something. Shall we practice?

Alfred jumps up and down excitedly nodding his head.

Devin: Let me just get in character…

Joey: This should be something

Devin: Shh please Mr-I'll-only-play-a-robot, I’m focusing

Alfred: Zio Joey let mama focus so we have fun

Devin: *in accent* Hello, I’m a merchant from a far off land with many things to buy. How can I help you today

Alfred: What for sale

Devin: I have many pretty... colourful... birds!

Alfred: *gasps* I want bird! Can I has bird… please?

Devin: Of course, we always save our best birds for our polite customers. What kind of bird would you like

Alfred: One that goes caw *imitates bird*. Caw bird please

Devin: Of course sir, I will give you our best noisy bird

Alfred: Yay!!! I got bird

Joey: *with a mouthful of breakfast* What do you say when you get it?

Alfred: Umm… tank Mama?

Devin: Th…Th…Th…

Alfred: Thank Mama! Thank!

Devin: Very good job. Remember we have to say thank YOU or thanks

Alfred: Thank you! For caw bird

Devin starts making bird noises and snuggles Alfred close, getting in a tickle or two. Alfred begins to laugh and also make bird noises.

Joey: Woah, who let the birds out? That’s some good acting piccolo

Alfred: Thank you Zio Joey, thanks

Devin: Well done caro, good memory

Meanwhile stubborn Rilian and his fragrant diaper walked to the bathroom where Luna was waiting patiently.

Rilian: I ready, I can walk self see Mummy

Luna: Okay, here we go. Time to take off that smelly diaper

Rilian giggles and wiggles out of it with Luna’s help. He’s still too small to get in the bath by himself so once Luna has checked the water temperature she helps him in. Rilian absolutely adores water, he’d have baths multiple times a day if he could. Luna does her best to get him scrubbed clean but the toddler is more focused on playing with the water.

Rilian: Water for Mummy!

Luna: Oh no, I’ve been hit! Going down

Rilian laughs and continues to play between sponge scrubs.

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① all that's dead and gone and passed

🔱 — i'd meet the sea ༄ ⠀finnick odair x tribute!reader series ⚔️ 🔖) CHAPTER ONE [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight]

chapter summary; Your backstory. Growing up in District 10, training for the games, being reaped... And coming home. warnings; unhealthy family dynamics/childhood, knives/weapons, blood & mild wounds, mentions of animal death & reader killing them, missing persons, mentions of reader killing several people, like one swear word A/N; this chapter is just to establish reader's backstory and set up the timing for everything. it's pretty heavy but i don't describe anything too graphically so even if you're a bit squeamish this should be fine!!

The Hunger Games are an entertainment show in all the ways that matter, if anyone plans on surviving them that's how they need to view it. Yes, they serve the purpose they're stated to — they keep the districts at bay, they keep the people's ambitions down and their behaviour in-line — but that's only for the districts.

For the Capitol? When it comes down to it, It's the entertainment event of the year - and a tribute intent on survival needs to treat it like one.

Growing up your mother would teach you how to wield knives and other weapons on the weekends. The memory of losing her brother to the games when she was only 14 and he was only 13 stayed fresh in her mind every time when you were growing up that you'd watch the reaping each year with her, lectures reaching your ears about how one day that would be you, one day you'll be sent off and she'll be damned if you don't make it back.

She'd grip tightly onto your hand every time, almost drawing blood as her nails duck into your soft skin and her hold on you strong.

She would whisper to you in those moments everything about combat she had taught you, mere minutes before each year's reaping she was no longer your mother but rather someone who had known loss and refused to meet it's merciless face yet again. You were not a warrior, you were a soldier who would hang intently onto her every word and order as you would stand with your mother, understanding that in only a few years you would be stood with the other kids your age, waiting to see if you would finally be thrown into the war your mother had been preparing you for.

She treated it like an unavoidable reality, you had been anticipating being reaped your whole life.

Your father on the other hand, saw the games for what they were, entertainment. He'd heard tales passed down generations of family's, friends, brief acquaintances who whispered of the Covey — of the singing girl — how the people of the Capitol latched their claws into her innocent flesh and ate away at her like she was some sort of idol to be held in the limelight and shown off to the world.

Your father understood that what the Capitol wanted was a good show, keep the eyes of their people on the drama and the 'plot'-twists as they punished the descendants of rebels generations after the damage had already been long-since done.

After you'd come home from your mother's training sessions, slight smears of blood grazing along your fingertips and creeping across your warm cheeks, your father would pull you aside as you both would tend to the livestock. He would recall previous tributes, the Covery girl's story always on the tip of his tongue during the lessons, and other young girls who played the part of innocent daughters who were just so excited to be in the Capitol to experience it all - and thus grabbing for the hearts of the Capitol and holding them gently in their grasps. He spoke of the sisters and brothers who simply 'wanted to get back home to their family, please', and who would tear up during their interviews as they recalled all the loving details of their upbringings.

Your father would mention all the facades that tributes tried their desperate hands at, going into detail into every single one and encouraging you to mimic the attributes these children would put on to find any angle that would endear the audiences to themselves.

As you grew, your preparation for The Hunger Games became a second nature. Wake up, feed the cattle, train with your mother, have dinner, practise your act. You were okay with most of the weapons your mother would drop into your hands, you were cool and calculated and never once let it get to you - you hadn't been phased by the fact that this was training for a life-or-death battle since before you'd started middle school.

You and your father had agreed on an act you both had labelled 'The Capitol's Misplaced Jewel', he described it to you like a needle in a haystack. A young farm-raised child that embodied everything that the Capitol citizens would imagine a District 10 citizen to be like, thick accent, crooked smile, but a twinkle in their eyes, all the attributes of a kid who'd grown up in a place where they'd early-on had to learn how to snap a chicken's neck — but without those details, no-one would root for you if they thought you were anything but the digestible image they'd created in their uneducated little heads. You would play the part of a young child who yearned for the glitz and glamour of a world that felt just so tragically out of reach.

And then you turned 12.

Your first proper reaping felt like the end of worlds, you stood among your peers perfectly still. You waited, for your name to be called, to be sent off to the Capitol to do what you'd been taught to do, at twelve years old you closed your eyes for a moment and waited for the rapture, knowing deep down that this was your moment.

And then it all went back to normal, exactly one day went by where it was like you were a five year old just helping out on your family's farm again — and then it was back to the training and acting practice.

Your father was relieved — but even then at only twelve, you could see the confliction in your mother's eyes. She'd given you all of her time and energy to train you to survive something she was so sure you'd get reaped into as soon as you were of age... And yet?

This repeated the next year. It was like the world had ignored your call, forgetting what you were meant for and just dropping you on the side-lines without a care.

Your mother left the next year when you yet again failed to be reaped. She left in the night with almost sign of her departure, not even a note, just a brand new knife stabbed into your bedside table and an air of injustice sweeping through your home that was now only shared between you and your father.

Year after year you were denied your passage to the Capitol.

You stopped waiting for it, you stopped staying up late at night wishing for your name to be plucked out of the signature glass bowl. You moved on.

18 years old and still you lived in the same old farm-house with your same old life that seemed to never change with the tides.

You remember the day vividly - something you're not used to being able to do anymore — you remember the scratch of the over-all's you'd worn to every reaping since you were sixteen, the collared shirt you'd borrowed from your father sticking to your rough skin in the dry summer air as you slowly moved with the flow of other District 10 citizens to the town hall.

You hadn't been listening, well aware of the safety net you'd been granted that seemed to decide you would be free of the games forever.

And then several of your classmates were pushing you away, towards the makeshift stage in front of the town hall. Your eyelids were heavy and confused as the peacekeepers had grabbed you by both your arms and practically dragged you up to the podium.

A man was talking to you, his skin was pale and paper-thin, makeup caked on his slim body and an air of superiority that made you view him as a seventy year old who'd just taken his first dose of morphling and had yet to experience the actual effects — the paper-bag of a man looked like he felt he was above it all, and you bet he felt like such a charitable person for lifting you up to there with him.

The other tribute was fourteen years old and rather good at pretending they weren't scared shitless — you were pretty sure you'd never seen them before in your life.

Your goodbyes consisted of your father reminding you of your 'ditzy farm-raised persona' and how you should act as them. You didn't know how to feel about that at that point, the act you and your father had curated fit a small chubby-cheeked wide-eyed twelve year old, not the hardened closed-off eighteen year old you'd grown into.

One other person came to say goodbye, an old woman who you were pretty sure had been an enemy of your mother's after she had taken too long to find the right amount of hay one winter's day.

She simply reached out to you and held your hand, nodding to herself more than to you. The moment was silent, until you'd grown suffocated by her presence and pushed the frail woman away. She smelt like your mother, she probably thought like her too, probably only came to wish you luck because of some guilt she had felt in the past.

You didn't help her back up after she'd tripped over the carpet and hit the ground harshly, but you didn't kick her while she was down.

You found yourself wishing that your mother would join you for one last time, and perhaps even sneak a knife into your pocket for good measure.

She never did of course, she was long gone and you knew it.

Stepping out of the town hall towards the train that would be your ticket to the Capitol was easy for you, you felt a déjà vu that told you you were doing what you had meant to be doing in all those years prior.

Everything from there was crystal clear, from the chariots to your interview to every single moment spent in the arena. You remember every single kill, everything you said, every gasp you elicited from disgusted Capitol members during your three minute interview with Caesar Flickerman. You had dropped the idea of the farm-girl act, you were eighteen and looked even older — not a single person would believe you to be a bright-eyed bushy-tailed girl who just dreamed to indulge in the glitz and glamour of the Capitol.

No, you had the rough blistered hands of someone who could be gossiped to be a cold-blooded murderer back home and people would believe it, the sunken eyes that should belong on the face of a worn-out single mother who refuses to let go of her dwindling hope. You were a ghost of who you were meant to be, so you took a different angle in curating a Hunger Games Persona.

You told Caesar the detailed story of the first time you'd had to kill an animal, staring right into a camera lens or right into his bright eyes. You fabricated a story of countless friends you had lost due to your violent inclinations, of your yearning for blood. The Capitol hated you, they were your villain, the one everyone wanted gone.

But you were the one who refused to 'just die already!', who in turn took up a considerable amount of screen-time just for the shock-value of it all.

You'd struck up an alliance with your district partner — Aleks — they turned out to be somewhat capable with tracking setting traps. You immediately 'befriended' them, noticing the merit in having a sort of ally by your side would up your chances of survival.

You spent 2 days in the arena with them, they grew to trust you, you were almost like an older sibling figure to them. You didn't make that mistake, of forming an attachment to someone who was only one of the pieces in the puzzle that would get you to winning the games. Their back had been turned to you as they walked carefully in front of you, their assumption being that the two of you were searching for food. You drove a dagger right through their chest and could practically hear the cries of indignation flying from Capitol citizens' mouths.

Winning the 68th Annual Hunger Games, to you, was inevitable — it had to happen — it was what you were always meant to do.

You had heard wind at one point of some Capitol citizens protesting against your victor's tour, but when you stood in front of the crowd of all the colourful people, they cheered. You were their ugly duckling, someone who's name would be mentioned followed by a statement of 'I can fix them'. You'd even heard of the odd citizen who found you morbidly attractive in a sense, dedicated fan clubs flocking to your bloodied feet with giddy squeals.

You were spared the 'opportunity' of staying in the Capitol, no matter how crazed your 'fans' were, they were few and a bit of a guilty pleasure that Capitol citizens mostly hid, the larger population lightheaded with fear at the mere possibility of you walking their streets.

You returned home to find your father dead and your childhood home shattered, years of life lost to ruin.

And so, with your past all but burnt to the ground and your purpose fulfilled, you supposed the victor's village became a sort of tomb.

But it seems even the dead don't get to rest, not with the third annual quarter quell stalking right around the corner.

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hi anna! could you do this prompt from this list with eddie? could be at school, fighting monsters, his trailer park — whatever you want!

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

hiii idk if this is exactly what u wanted (aka there’s like no angst at all it’s really just fluff) but i hope u enjoy!!! | 0.6k words 

You were on your way to Eddie’s trailer, sat in the passenger seat of his van listening to his music and you’ve heard it enough that you're able to sing along to some parts with him.

Though, sometimes you prefer to stay quiet, just to hear his voice.

You’ve been dating for a couple of weeks and it’s been a dream. He’s eccentric and teasing, caring and has a soft side that he only shows around you. He’s the sun, the moon, and the stars, all wrapped up in one.

He plays air guitar during the songs, and he does it accurately because he actually plays guitar. It makes you laugh nonetheless, and he knows it. That’s why he turns his performance up as much as he can while still driving: to hear you laugh. Melodic and airy.

When he pulls up to the trailer and parks, you’re excited to go inside. Though you’ve seen it before, you’ve never stayed over and that was the plan for tonight. Movies, snacks, kisses, and cuddling to sleep.

There are some kids from the trailer park playing soccer nearby, kicking and laughing. The sun is in the sky and it makes the fall feel warmer. The colors of the leaves brighter than when it’s dreary. There’s a breeze and it’s one that makes your skin cold to the touch, hands kept warm by your coat pockets, and sometimes Eddie’s, too.

He gets out of the van, rounds the front to open your door and let you out like he always does. He likes to make it dramatic, to bow as if you’re royalty. In his mind, you sort of are.

Though, when neither of you are looking, something hits your head. The soccer ball that the kids were using. It wasn’t the hardest hit ever, not enough to cause actual damage, but enough to knock you out for a minute. Eddie catches you easily, his arms locked tight around you to keep you upright.

One of the players comes for the ball, apologizes for making you faint, and runs back to his friends.

Eddie’s too focused on you and making sure you’re alright. He knows it’s nothing fatal, he also knows you’re prone to fainting, but he worries all the same. He checks your pulse before cradling the back of your head in one of his hands, hoping you’ll come back to him soon.

You do, not even a full two minutes later.

“Ow,” you groan, eyes shut.

“Yeah, I know. You okay?” He makes sure you’re able to stand before moving both of his hands to hold your face.

“Yeah. Thanks for catching me.”

“Well, you fainted straight into my arms,” he states. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Eddie,” his name comes out in a huffy laugh, slapping his shoulder lightly in jest. The laughing hurts your head, though and he can see it when you wince a little, “ouch.”

“Poor baby,” he frowns at you, then kisses your forehead. “Let’s go put some ice on that pretty head, huh? Let doctor Eddie take care of you.”

He does exactly that, leading you inside and making sure you lay down in his bed, where he promises to join you shortly. He brings you an ice pack, a glass of water, and most importantly, comfort.

He holds you, your head on his chest and legs tangled, and tells you, “it’s been proven that cuddles from a Munson take away pain.”

And right there, in his messy but charming room, under his blankets with his hand running up and down your back, you believe it.

[criminalmindswhore]

Praying

This is definitely going to give off 2014 Wattpad vibes but sue me I guess.

Basically, Emily finds out you can sing during a random karaoke night with the team.

After the case you just had, hearing Morgan say, "Drinks when we land?" was music to your ears. You needed a whiskey as soon as possible to wash down the bad taste in your mouth. This case was full of bad fathers who spent years ignoring their mistakes. It made you sick and felt too close to home. Your own dad treated you awful your entire life just to act like nothing ever happened when you were an adult.

As soon as the plane landed you were en route to the bar, Rossi and Hotch being the designated drivers. In your work clothes still, you all filled into a booth at the bar closest to the BAU. Your blazer is long discarded into your go bag, sleeves rolled up on your button-up. Emily could sense your anger from a mile away, holding your hand under the table to let you know she knew. Emily knew about your relationship with your parents and from the second the case was presented it would mess with your head.

Penelope slid into the booth beside you as she met you guys there, "Guys, it's karaoke night!" She beamed with excitement as she filled out the slip to get in line. "Hey, Pen hand me one." You smiled at the blonde as her mouth hung open, "Y/n! You've never sung in front of us before!" She handed you a slip and a pink pen from her purse. Emily looked at you confused. You jotted your name down and song choice, "I can take both of ours up there Penny."

As Penny finished absolutely rocking a Brittany song, you heard your name be called to sing. A knot formed in your stomach knowing the reaction that was to come from your performance but, singing always helped you cope so it was worth it, you hoped. Praying by Kesha started playing and the entire team immediately turned towards you. Penny smiling so big at you, phone out to record, Morgan staring at you with concern, and Emily. Your sweet Emily had moved to sit directly in front of the stage. She smiled at you sweetly as you started.

Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become

Tears welled in your eyes as your anger brew. Everyone in the bar was gone in your mind and, all that you saw was your dad. Screaming at you the day of your graduation, "You are never going to amount to anything."

'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell"

JJ's mouth was wide open in awe. She knew you had theatre background but your voice was unexpected. Garcia reached over and grabbed Morgans's hand knowing the words were hitting him too.

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

At this point hot, angry tears were rolling down your cheeks, Emily's too. Emily with childhood trauma of her own, knew that yours was totally different and could not imagine treating a kid that way.

I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name

Your anger was peaking as you hit the note at the end of the bridge, not caring about the accuracy of the notes. It was never to sound good, or have a healthy belt but to get some sort of release. The voice of your dad ringing in your ears, "Again Y/N, hit the note. Now." The karaoke version skips part of the song sending you into overdrive to prep for the whistle note.

Ah sometimes, I pray for you at night, oh Someday, maybe you'll see the light Whoa oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give

You felt your hands shaking with anger as you grabbed the mic, pulling it off the stand and taking in a deep breath. You wanted to hit this note so loud he could hear it back home. Remembering how he never saw any of your shows, it took you over the edge.

But some things only God can forgive

You hit the note perfectly, holding it as long as your lungs would allow you. A deep burning in your chest cut you off and you finally opened your eyes, making eye contact with Spencer from across the bar. His eyes were full of tears. The show of emotion from the regularly held-together genius made you cry harder,

Yeah! (I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin') I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin'

The last line came out as a whisper and you put the mic back in the stand. Stepping off the stage, Emily wrapped her arms around you. She pulled your face into her chest to shield you from the crowd as you cried. People cheered, clapped, and some even awed. You let it all out on her chest, your shaky arms barely holding her back. Emily rubbed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, "Let it all our sweet girl." After you finished crying, she wiped the tears off your face, blowing slightly to help your face dry. "You ready to go sit down and drink your whiskey?" You nodded and smiled at her, grateful for the woman you got.

Garcia was fast to stand up and engulf you in a hug, her phone still recording on the table, "Pen! You filmed me?" She smiled and wiped a tear away, "Well I tried but I got too emotional." Derek had a smug look on his face. You slid back into the booth now sandwiched between him and Emily. You took a swig from your glass letting the burning cold liquid soothe your now, sore throat. "What Morgan?" He chuckled and held his beer up to you, "I knew you had a secret talent Y/N, you were too boring." You scoffed at him as everyone laughed. Emily grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, "Seriously honey, you have a wonderful voice." You smiled at her, nothing but love in your gaze.

Hotch finally spoke up, "We love you YN, you know that right?" He had a slight smile toying on his lips. You looked at him, "I do. You and Rossi have become the parts of a father I never got and I cannot thank you for it enough." He finally smiled fully and Rossi patted your back. Penelope finally broke the serious undertones of the conversation, "So Y/N I want to hear all about your past roles, right now." Side conversations started as you told Pen about every role, every show, and every mishap of rehearsals. Emily just stared at you, so glad you finally were sharing this side of you, even if it wasn't intentional.

[ravingsockmonkey]

"Nathaniel! Is this a good pose? I want to make sure Mildred Heart recognizes me!"

"Pops, if this Mildred Heart was as much of a star as you're describing, then I'm not sure if she's going to know who some old dude ranch's singing pony wrangler is."

"I'm not your pops! We're nearly the same age! And they were horses, not ponies! That's an entirely different animal!"

"Whatever you say Kenny. I'm not going to stop you from applying to this Bachelorette Challenge. Can we go inside now? I'm getting singed."

Meet Kenny Stern, a retired children's entertainer and rancher. He spent much of his life as a ranch hand who would use his music to help calm the kids down before they would go riding. He was popular enough to appear on the Chestnut Ridge local access channel as well as the local news from time to time.

Now that he's retired, he's been focusing on fishing and riding, but he still plays his guitar and sings to stay sharp!

While his main love is horses, he also adores his mini goat named Bert!

He'll often play his guitar for Bert as well... who doesn't always seem as appreciative.

His closest non-animal friend is former co-worker Nathaniel Carlisle who likes to pretend he's a lot younger than he actually is. Nathaniel's helping him put his application together since Kenny's not the best with technology.

"I'm perfectly fine using technology when it's not a computer!"

"Calm down pops, I'm sure she'll understand."

Kenny was more of a bro back in the day, and he's pretty clumsy when not on a horse. While he loves fishing, he doesn't eat what he catches preferring to either sell them or keep them for display. Music was and still is a huge part of his life - if he could sort out how to play his guitar while riding a horse, then he'd be the happiest sim alive.

"I think that's enough. Go ahead and send it to that @samssims person so Mildred can review the application."

"Only 7 sims will be chosen? That's not a lot."

"Whenever you're as old as we are Nathaniel and don't have immortality to keep you going, then you've got to cut to the chase."

Kenny Stern can be found on the gallery under EA ID PossumBoyDanny. :D

[scratchyemporium]

in the midst of me drawing mirage and struggling with his design, i've made a few -1 braincell headcanons for the fellow mirage fandom because of course i did 🤡 (updated; will continue to add on until i forget):

okay so he smells like ocean mist, like, the scent you find at candle shops yknow?? he smells like the color blue or some sort of blue candy or fruit or candle basically

he ain't that smart bruh, like, he forgets words all the time like one time he thought that the word "konnichiwa" was fucking "coochiewap" like a fucking idiot

he likes storms, but just the rain part. he got jumpscared by thunder one time and he didn't like it at all. he can handle the rain outside but he won't go outside when it's thundering

when he was finally introduced to the sonic the hedgehog games, he deadass said "wait a minute, that ain't noah". he proceeded to feel like a clown for the rest of the day

blud can purr, i'm telling you! but like, he keeps it to himself most of the time for obvious reasons (he doesn't wanna be seen as a dork)

he's sarcastic for literally no reason and he loves trolling people. he probably has a inactive 4chan or deactivated reddit account that was only made to make people mad

he can and will hold you like burger. sometimes he will actually nom down onto your head (not like, actual bite but yknow the soft noms) or just hold you like a lil plushie

mirage has been dunked on by optimus at least once, like, full on basketball game. he has sworn to dunk on optimus in revenge. he hasn't succeeded so far....

i know this motherfucker can whimper, i know he does. if he can purr, he can whimper, and that is 102% facts right there. he already has a girlish scream....

on god he knows any cheesy old song that radiates positive vibes to heart. he could sing "bad" by michael jackson perfectly and do all the moves too. just imagine a huge blueberry of a robot jammin' out to the most stupidest songs /pos

i don't know why but he seems like a kids movie type of guy. you can and will catch him watching nightmare before christmas or aladdin alone in the back for like the 126th time

his favorite game to play in the sonic series is sonic cd. he asked noah to make a special controller for him so that he could play and not just watch all the time. his second favorite game is donkey kong country

this big ol' nerd can't count in uneven groups!! he's like that one guy counting the cash. in fact, he can't really count in big groups without thinking about it, even if it was by 100 or 1,000 (yes he's a doofus in my eyes [and i love him so much])

he craves, and i mean craves interaction. you saw him using the car as a step-stool to snoop on noah and kris!! you can't leave him alone for too long or else he gets a bit grumpy (he's tired of being cooped up and alone yknow)

when he was confessing to noah or whoever, he got overheated and sputtered really super duper quadruper hard (like a silly engine) and had to confess on a more cold day to keep himself maintained

sometimes he feels absolutely awful for literally no reason.. when he does feel bad, he targets one person to hover close to and just sticks beside them until he feels better/gets distracted (he usually sticks around optimus or noah but if you're lucky you might see him stick around with you!!)

speaking of distracted, he gets easily distracted like a silly lil goober kid! he could like deadass chase a little red dot around like a kitten and will nevereverever get tired. he's just that silly and hyper and goofy!!

[poguesofthebau]

dating steve would include... (part two)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader part one

-sneaking him into your house for sleepovers

-him complaining whenever you dedicated time to schoolwork instead of him (even if you allowed him to sit with you while you worked)

-both of you being slightly territorial but completely unwilling to admit it, which was always entertaining for your friends to watch in action

-occasionally giving him a hard time over all the girls he dated before you just to see him get all worked up and defensive

-letting robin take the passenger seat when he drives you both to school, until he randomly starts picking you up first and doubling back by his house for robin afterward ("what? you're too nice to tell robin to get in the back, so i had to take matters into my own hands")

-dustin referring to you and steve as every famous duo under the sun •bonnie and clyde •romeo and juliet •holmes and watson

-understanding all the kids' d&d terminology, which only ever surprises steve ("babe, how do you know this stuff? am i the only normal one here?")

-randomly making a statement supporting queer rights during a conversation with steve and robin which eventually led to her coming out to you

-punching billy in the face in the school parking lot one time because he was being racist giving lucas a hard time, which steve was actually pretty mad at you for (“y/n, he could’ve seriously hurt you! do you not understand that?”)

-taking mid-day naps together after you got out of school/he got out of work

-steve being the best listener when you just needed someone to rant to •mumbling a supportive mhmmm whenever you made a specific point during the rant •you rambling for 5 minutes straight, then sighing and saying, “ya know?”, to which steve nods and says “i hear ya, babe” •when your anger fades a little and you ask him, “am i just being crazy?” his immediate response is something like ‘absolutely not! those dickheads are lucky i don't send el to fling them off a rooftop or something'

-dustin barreling into your room while preemptively covering his eyes and yelling threats every time he realizes steve is over and you have the door closed

-him offering to drive you whenever you mentioned having to go somewhere to him

-constantly having to explain lord of the rings/the hobbit references to him (“babe, please just read the books”)

-when you ask what's gonna happen when you go away for college, he looks genuinely dumbfounded before shrugging and saying, "i thought i'd just go wherever you go"

-a double date with nancy and jonathan that was both horribly awkward and incredibly fun

-spearheading all the kids' crazy plans, which drives steve insane

-steve looking at you and saying, “these are the people that are gonna babysit our kids one day” every time your friends did anything abnormal/ridiculous •while dustin, mike, lucas, and will have a full-blown argument over their d&d campaign •after robin trips and face-plants on the walk from her front door to steve's car •when el is using her powers to adjust the tv antenna so no one has to get up from their seats •after nancy convinced everyone to go back into the upside down/face vecna despite the terrible odds

-your mom adoring him, which kind of annoyed dustin but also made his heart feel whole

-his fingers hooked in your belt loops in a crowd to keep from getting separated

-him playing with your fingers while you talked to dustin about something that didn’t interest him

-listening to him sing in the shower when he didn’t realize how loud he was being

-giving him tons of nicknames but only reusing the ones that made him blush •lover •stevie (which he forbade anyone else from calling him) •batman (originally because of his iconic nail bat, but then a double entendre of sorts after his encounter with vecna's bats)

-him knowing your favorite song off the top of his head even before vecna came around