#i will now go and do what i'm supposed to...?? huh

[organic-bloodbath]

can you pls do a thanks x reader where reader is like lowk a bad ass. enemies to lovers kind of thing. maybe they have known each other for years. she tripped up during mingle but someone saved just in the nick of time but later in the bathroom he yells at her telling her he can’t lose her because he loves her. and then they kiss and stuff and fall asleep together (im a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending🙏)

I love you, fucking idiot

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope you like 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

You and Thanos had known each other since middle school. You wouldn't consider the two of you friends, honestly you didn't really know what you were since you wouldn't think of you as enemies either. You had always disliked him, atleast that's what you thought, but it wouldn't go as far as hate. More like he simply annoyed the shit out of you. Thanos had been teasing and bickering with you ever since you were teenagers, and he seemed to enjoy it. It was always harmless, he never actually bullied you.

"Well, well, well – look who it is," Thanos said as he approached you and looked at your figure from head to toe before continuing. "I see you've dyed your hair."

Your hair was naturally dark brown, but you had dyed it pink a few months ago.

"Did you do it to match with me?" Thanos smiled. "Didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

"You wish," you denied, rolling your eyes. "I haven't had a single thought about you in several months."

"So, you admit you've sometimes thought about me," he pointed out and brought his hand to rest on his heart. "That's so touching, Cotton Candy."

"Don't be so full of yourself," you scoffed. "And cut the nickname, it's gross."

When the game started right after, Thanos leaned a little closer to you.

"Wanna race?" he asked.

"For what?" you asked, right brow lifted in curiosity.

"If i win, i'll get to keep the nickname for you," he suggested with a smirk.

"And when i win?" you asked. "Because there's no way i'm losing to you."

"I'll drop the nickname."

"Well, challenge accepted."

As you were running forward, trying to ignore Thanos near you, someone suddenly pushed you, making you fall on the ground. You laid there on your back, managing to stay still when the doll turned around to scan any possible movements in the area.

"As clumsy as always," Thanos mocked quietly above you, smirk on his face.

"Shut up," you mumbled in annoyance.

When it was time to move again, Thanos offered his hand to pull you up.

"I don't need your help," you muttered and started to get up.

"Stop being grumpy and take my hand," he insisted.

You rolled your eyes and let him pull you up. However, he pulled you with more force than you had expected, making you almost to trip forward again but he held you still. You were standing against him now, your heads facing each other to make you lock eyes. Right then the doll turned again, forcing you to stay still for a while.

"Did you always have freckles on your cheeks?" Thanos muttered quietly as he examined your face closer, just thinking outloud.

"Duh," you mumbled and got off his grip when you could move again, taking a quick sprint forward to get ahead of him.

In the end, you did win the game just couple of seconds before Thanos, he was running right beside you the entire way.

"Ha! I win," you mocked him. "Didn't know you let yourself go out of shape when you started focusing on rapping."

"You were just lucky this time," he huffed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to bruise his ego by admitting his defeat to you.

"This time? You want to do this again, huh?"

"Until i win."

☆☆☆

The second game arrived the next day and you were supposed to form groups of 5 with each other.

"Alright, Y/N, you're with my team," Thanos stated, as if he had done the decision by himself.

"Um, no thank you," you laughed.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Thanos narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you.

"Now, what kind of competition would it be if we played in the same group?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. "The group that finishes earlier than the other wins."

"I see," Thanos hummed. "So what's the prize?"

"You'll see," you said and winked, leaving Thanos on his own without another word to search for your own team members.

Thanos wouldn't show it on the outside, but seeing you go and find a different group stinged his heart a little in a horrible way. Having you in the same group would have meant to either die together or live together. Being in different groups would mean the other could die while the other lived. But he couldn't force you to be in his team, no.

Your group played first and you did end up winning five seconds earlier than Thanos' group. It pissed him off so badly how you could win him twice and then rub it on his face afterwards.

"So, what do i owe you?"

"Besides all those pens you never returned to me in middle school?" you asked. "Hm. New shoes."

"Aw, is that a way to ask me to go shopping with you?" Thanos asked, having that same smile on his face which you hated. "I knew you liked my company."

You just punched his shoulder before leaving.

☆☆☆

The third game started, and along with his own team, you stood next to him as well.

"Now, you're not going to start wandering around this room on your own, got it?" Thanos said to you.

"What are you, my dad?" you scoffed, but having a playful smirk on your face. "You can't tell me what to do."

God, it started to annoy him how you took this as a joke. He wanted to keep you safe – no, he needed to keep you safe.

"You're not going to leave my side, are we clear?"

"That bossing me around is both annoying and kind of hot," you admitted, one of your eyebrows lifted.

"Are we clear?" Thanos asked firmly, voice getting louder.

"Yes, sir," you agreed, but Thanos could see that you didn't take him as seriously as he would have hoped.

As the rounds went by, you did stay with him and not go on your own ways. For that, Thanos was more than thankful. Since he had noticed that you kept following him, one round he didn't look so closely at your way anymore. He trusted that you were right behind him again, because the time was running out very, very quickly now and his team was struggling to find a free room. Thanos eventually did get into an empty room right at the last second.

Thanos turned around as the door had closed and locked itself, but when he saw a guy instead of you, his heart stopped. There were three players in the room with him, and none of them were you.

You had been right behind him, he had seen you. Barely two steps behind running and searching for a room with him. Thanos had been sure of it. But you weren't in the room now.

Thanos instantly ran to the gap of the door to peek out as the shootings started.

"Y/N!"

His heart was racing faster than ever before. Several people had been left outside, you included, and now their bodies were being carried into the black coffins tied with those fucking pink bows. It was too dark to recognise which body belonged to you.

Thanos leaned against the wall in disbelief. You couldn't be gone, that was impossible. You could survive anything. You had to.

He looked at his remaining team mates who were all staring at him. Nam-gyu, Se-mi and Gyeong-su, who looked at Thanos with the most terrified look out of all three.

Thanos stormed towards Gyeong-su and slammed him right against the wall, holding him captive by his shoulders.

"Where did you leave Y/N?!" Thanos shouted. "It was supposed to be Y/N!"

Nam-gyu had to pull Thanos away with a good amount of force so that he wouldn't start beating Gyeong-su up completely.

"Chill up, man," Nam-Gyu tried to calm Thanos down. "She probably found another room, don't get all heated up in the middle of the game."

Thanos took a deep breath and scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. God he was angry - mostly at himself how he had let this happen just like that and not kept a closer eye on you. He should have held your hand to make sure you were there, but he knew you would have refused and only pulled your hand away.

For the next round, he didn't see you anywhere among the players. There were a lot left and he didn't go through the entire carousel because he had lost all hope. He was sure there was no way you could have survived finding a room in just a few seconds.

Thanos didn't say a word as he walked back with his team after the challenge was finished. Nam-gyu tried to talk to him but he didn't spare any attention on him at the moment.

Then, his heart stopped for a mere second when he saw you walking next to another player, having a conversation with her which Thanos couldn't hear. You laughed at something what player 120 said to you.

You were alive. He heard your laugh, which was always louder than many other people's laugh normally were. Thanos was frozen still for a few seconds, only looking towards you.

He was disappointed when he noticed that you kept your attention just on player 120 and didn't scan the room for Thanos as closely as Thanos did for you. But he didn't waste one moment longer until he stormed towards you with large and loud steps that made many other players around him to turn and look at him.

Thanos grabbed your hand without a warning and pulled you behind him towards the bathroom. You tried to yank your hand off but his grip was too tight.

"Su-bong," you said. "Su-bong, stop."

He didn't listen to you, only dragged you after him so fast you were about to trip soon.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Thanos shouted when the door had closed. He didn't know if anyone was in the stalls right now and he didn't care.

"What?" you asked with brows furrowed, confused what Thanos was on right now.

"Don't you 'what' at me," Thanos spat, then pointing his finger at you. "What the fuck was that in the game?"

"What was?"

Thanos took a deep, frustrated breath in not to explode in total pieces in front of you.

"You didn't come to the room with me," Thanos said with a chuckle, though he found absolutely no part of this conversation funny. "You weren't in our room, Y/N. Why the fuck weren't you there?"

"I tripped," you shrugged. "You were gone already so i found another room."

You looked so indifferent and how this wasn't a big deal. You looked like you didn't care and it made Thanos even more enraged, fire building inside him unbearably hot.

Thanos laughed. Actually laughed. He didn't know where it came from because none of this was funny, but his emotions unfolded in uncontrollable laughter for a moment.

"Okay Thanos, what's going on?" you asked and crossed your arms. "I tripped, found a room and i'm now here."

"Don't you understand, Y/N?" he said in desperation, putting his arms on both of your shoulders. He had stopped laughing, his face completely serious and turning into anger and annoyance again. "You could have died!"

"Yes, Thanos, i know," you took your turn in laughing. "That's the point, they kill who lose-"

"But you could have been one of them!" he yelled at you, his face now only a few inches away from you. As he looked into your eyes, his wide eyes softened and his face relaxed more, voice turning a lot more quiet as well. "I could have lost you, Y/N. I was meant to protect you."

His hands moved upwards to cup your cheeks in their gentle hold.

"I can't watch you die," he said by barely a whisper. You leaned your face into his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. It annoyed Thanos. "What's so funny?"

"You like me," you stated with a grin. "Admit it, you like me."

Thanos huffed and rolled his eyes, letting go off you. He turned around to leave without another word.

"Come on, just say it," you said playfully, starting to follow his back. He gave you only silence and tried to ignore your finger drawing zigzag patterns on his back. "Come onnnnn, Su-bong. You like me, you like me, you like-"

He turned around in a mere second, stopping on his tracks so aprubtly that you bumped on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N!" Thanos shouted. "Don't you get that?"

Your eyes widened and so did his. The words weren't supposed to leave his lips like that, but you managed to press his buttons in a way to squeeze them out of him. You looked at each other, him sparing a quick glance at your lips.

Before either of you knew it, both of you leaned in towards each other and crashed your lips into a hungry kiss.

His arms were roaming all around your body, pulling you tightly against his body by your lower back. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing through his purple hair. His tongue forced your mouth open wider and was able to dig itself deeper to explore new parts of you.

Then, the door of one of the stalls opened slowly a few metres behind you, startling both of you out of the trance of savoring each other.

Min-su looked at both of you awkwardly, hint of pink on his cheeks, then quickly going to wash his hands and avoiding any eye contact with you. Neither you or Thanos moved during this time, not an inch besides of your heads to follow his movements. Your left hand was resting on his shoulder, your right fingers against the back of his neck. Thanos had his hands on your lower back.

Min-su glanced at you, both of you staring at him and waiting for him to leave, and then hurried out of the bathroom without another look. You and Thanos both burst out laughing at the same time.

"Oh my god," you mumbled and wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye.

Thanos put his finger on your chin, a smirk playing on his face.

"So, want to continue this," he suggested, trailing his tattooed finger along your lip and jawline, "somewhere more private, hm?"

You pushed his hand off.

"As if."

You were about to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around back to face him.

"So you're just going to leave me hanging like that, Y/N?" Thanos asked, eyebrows raised close to his hairline.

"Thanos, i'm not going to go to the damn stall with you."

Thanos grabbed your face into his hands, making you look at him. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but he only looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, i meant it," he said seriously. "I love you."

Your brows furrowed.

"I love you and i can't handle the feeling inside me when i even think that something bad might have happened to you," he explained with such a vulnerability in his voice you had never experienced before.

You looked at him seriously for a while, until you started to giggle.

"You loveee me," you teased.

"Shut up," Thanos mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned his back to you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your chin on his left shoulder, gently caressing his chest with your palm in a soothing and calming way like you were trying to calm down a child after a breakdown. He stayed still under your touch.

"I think i like you too," you admitted.

"Just 'like'?" he asked. "Like, a friend or what?"

"Well, i wouldn't want to have you die either," you admitted. "It would make me sad."

"Would you cry over me?" Thanos asked.

"I might. A little bit."

Thanos knew you didn't show your true emotions easily to others and especially didn't admit them with words. He had always known that you showed your emotions through actions, not through speech. It would be useless to force you confess 'i love you' back even if you did love him.

"Would you be okay if... you saw me with another woman?" he asked slowly. "Someone else kissing me like we did, hm?"

You were quiet for a moment, still standing behind him on your tiptoes in the same position, but now grabbed his cheeks with your hand, turning his face towards yours. Your faces were so close your noses were only an inch apart from each other.

"You're mine, you hear me?" you stated seriously with a stern voice, fingers pressing hard on his cheeks. "No other woman is going to touch you as long as i live, got it?"

Grin spread on Thanos' face.

"You likeee me," he mocked you with a smile, imitating you.

"I'll hit you if i have to," you threatened but kept your hold on his shoulders as gentle and relaxed as before.

"I know you've fallen so madly in love with me," he insisted.

"And how are you so sure about that?"

Thanos turned around to make your bodies face each other.

"Because when i do this," Thanos said and simply put his hands on your cheek and lower back, pulling you closer, "you get all flustered and you scrunch your nose like this," he explained, slightly scrunching his own nose. "And you get jealous."

"I don't get flustered," you refused, narrowing your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"I'll get you to admit it some day."

"Get over yourself."

☆☆☆

When it was time to finally go to sleep, you had just laid yourself on your bunk, until felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to see who it was.

"If you think i'm going to have sex with you right now, you're very much mistaken," you stated and turned your back to him. "Go to sleep, Thanos."

Thanos scooped over to lay on the bed on his side behind you.

"Who talked about sex?" Thanos asked, like the entire thing was a foreign concept to him. "I'm tired after the game too, you know."

"What are you doing?" you asked as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, your back against his chest.

"Getting a comfortable position to sleep."

You stretched your neck to look at Thanos over your shoulder.

"You planned to sleep here?"

"Obviously, señorita."

"Why?"

"Because that's what men do when they love a woman – or so i've heard."

"We're not a married couple, Su-bong."

"Do i have to fall on my knees to propose to you right now to make you shut up and accept me as your sleeping buddy?" Thanos asked, looking a little too serious that he'd actually do it if you kept resisting.

You eyed him for a moment until turned your head away from him back to rest on the pillow.

"If your hand wanders anywhere else than my waist i'll kick you to the floor," you stated seriously as you closed your eyes.

"Fair." Thanos lifted his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, grumpy princess."

"Gross."

"I know you love it."

[aventurineswife]

This isn't really a request to make anything more just a rant!

I'm just imagining SAHSRAU somehow managing to pull reader into the game and when they arrive they are just the God Emperor from 40k. Like, decked out in gold armor, long flowing hair, 14ft tall (GE is tall as hell), a Perpetual so they can't really stay dead, and some serious psychic capabilities.

It has me giggling just thinking about how some of the characters would react, especially the more devout ones. Maybe the Amphoreus npcs have an actual existential crisis seeing someone so godly compared to the titans, characters like Sunday and Argenti literally kissing the ground reader treads while others like Ruan Mei and Herta are have a singular focus on figuring out all of the readers ins and outs (more so than before).

This is an idea I've been playing with for a while now ever since I found out about this kind of AU and it's finally gotten to the point where I just want to rant on and on about it lol

No, but this is hilarious to think about. Like, imagine you get sucked into HSR, expecting to just be you, and instead, you show up looking like you walked straight out of Warhammer 40K fanfiction. Gold-plated, towering over everyone, radiating sheer divine energy—an actual god, not just a theoretical one.

The believers would either be weeping in joy or having the worst identity crisis of their lives. The Amphoreus people, who already revere the Titans, would take one look at you and just—malfunction. Like, 'oh. Oh no. We were wrong. We were SO wrong.' You’d probably get a mix of panicked bowing, desperate prayers, and people straight-up running because what does this mean for their entire worldview??

Sunday and Argenti? Absolutely losing it. Sunday would be preaching your name before you even say a word, while Argenti—this guy is already ridiculously devout—would be trying to single-handedly knight you with his banner. Probably vowing to crusade in your name while you’re just like, "Dude, chill, I just got here."

And then there’s the scholars. Ruan Mei, Herta, maybe even Screwllum—they’d take one look at you and go, "Science has failed me. I need to know EVERYTHING." You’d be subjected to so many tests, not out of doubt, but because they literally cannot fathom how you exist. Ruan Mei would be poking at your energy like "Okay but why does your aura feel like an eldritch horror and a divine miracle at the same time?"

Also, the Vidyadhara might just spontaneously combust from the sheer scale of your existence. They already believe in reincarnation and divine cycles—imagine how Dan Heng would feel if he realized you’re a Perpetual. "Wait. You don’t die? Like, at all? You just come back??" Meanwhile, Jing Yuan would be sipping his tea like, "Well. That’s new."

I also love the idea that even the Aeons don’t know what to do with you. Nanook, who is literally trying to destroy all gods, might take one look at you and just… pause. Like, "Huh. That’s not supposed to exist." Meanwhile, Xipe, the one obsessed with worship, is probably LOSING IT because they finally have something worthy of praise.

This concept is gold (literally). Keep ranting, because I love this! 🤭💖

[anqelrafe]

— ୨ৎ bsf!rafe showing your date what he was missing out on.

synopsis: after getting stood up by your date, your best friend decides he's gonna show him what he could've had. authors note: i'm honestly not sure how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out before i lose motivation. anywayss, enjoy!!. . .♡ content warnings: not proofread. a little rushed cause i'm tired lol. contains smut, mdni. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. oral f.receiving. fingering. praise. on call during sex.

rafe laid on his bed, his head resting comfortably on his pillows with his arm draped lazily over his eyes. he had been listening to you talk about your day for the past hour, just barely listening to bits and pieces. he was really only waiting for you to skip to the lunch date you were supposed to have that afternoon, but you were so stuck on the topic of wanting to try out a new lip combo—whatever that was. so he decided it would just be quicker to just ask you himself.

“what about that date?” he cuts you off mid sentence, moving his arm from his eyes to peer over at you while you leisurely span around in the swivel chair at his desk. “with uhh...what was his name? ayden?” your glossed lips pull into a frown, stopping your spinning “andrew,” you correct, your finger twirling around a loose thread on your shorts. “and it didn't happened. he never came”

rafe's eyes shifted to yours, an annoyed furrow in his eyebrows forming at your admission “you mean that asshole never even showed up?” he scoffed, now fully sitting up against the headboard.

“nope,” your murmur, shifting in your seat “not only that, but he texted me an hour later to tell me he didn't feel like coming.”

“what a pussy,” rafe muttered under his breath, pushing his greasy hair away from his forehead as he tried to suppress an eye roll. he hated it whenever someone wasted your time or let you down. he always thought any guy who you even batted an eye at was incredibly lucky. “he just doesn't deserve you then. n i already told you that you were too good for him. don't know why you don't listen to me. you need to go after guys who would treat you better.”

your lips purse, tilting your head sideways as you toy with the polish on your manicured finger. “uh huh. and who would that be, hm? you?”

“yes.” rafe’s answer is almost immediate and without hesitation. he had no shame, no remorse, no fear. he was straightforward and honest to a fault. “i’d never let you down, you know that. and i'd show you what your date should've done.”

your fingers stop picking at your nail polish, your lips pulling into a thin line. you knew rafe was a good friend, he always had been. but boyfriend material? you weren't so sure. you've seen the way he's run through girls like t-shirts; and you refused to be one of his discards. “rafe—” you started, but he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“nah, nah. don’t ‘rafe’ me. i’m serious. you don't wanna date me? fine. understandable. but at least let me help ya out. y'know, as your friend. i could be uh...setting a standard or...whatever you wanna call it. i could give you a better time than he would've.”

you weren't stupid, you knew what rafe was trying to do. it's how he got all of the island girls to flock over him─manipulation. but was it really manipulation if you wanted it too?

‎ ‎ ─── ✷ ⊹ ࣪

“you taste so fuckin' good. shit — you're drippin for me.” rafe groaned, his eyes trained on drenched folds before they locked on your face, watching the way it contorted in pleasure with every swirl of his tongue against your clit. “feel good, yeah?”

you were only able to force out a few incoherent sounds, the overwhelming pleasure making your brain fuzzy. any guy you've ever slept with never offered or made the slightest effort to eat you out like this. so the new sensation of rafe's tongue had you seeing stars and gasping beneath him. “c'mon, i asked you a question, i want actual words, alright? i want you to tell me how good it feels. and look at me when i'm taking t'you.” rafe spoke against your sex, the vibration of his words making your hips twitch.

“mngh....y-yes.” you breath out, forcing your eyes open to lock to his, “feels good...s'good.” you whimper, glossed lips parting as you stare down at him.

“mmh, there ya go, that's my girl. when i ask something i expect a real answer, yeah?” rafe murmured as two of his long fingers easily slipped into your soaking hole, pulling a mewl from your lips and making your back arch off the mattress slightly. “fuck baby, you're perfect — s'fuckin tight.” he groaned, watching the way your narrow pussy sucked in his fingers, a ring of your slick coating the base of his digits. “y'been giving this pussy to amateurs i bet. don't worry though..i'll stretch ya out real nice.” rafe murmured, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud, your eyes rolling back while his fingers moved in slow, deep strokes, finding the spongy spot that made you cinch around his fingers.

“mgnh...fuck, rafe. i—” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets under you, your words being punctuated by rafe purposely humming around your clit, the vibration making your hips twitch. “mmh yeah i know, pretty girl. gonna cum, yeah? go on baby...make a mess f'me.”

his hands squeeze your thighs as they start to tremble, a loud whine falling from your lips as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, glossy eyes squeezing shut. rafe groans against you, lapping your juices as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “yeah, that's it, baby...good girl.”

you felt completely boneless, muscles trembling and skin buzzing all over as you slowly try to come down, catching your breath as he pulled himself up to hover over you, his hand tapping your trembling outer thigh “open up f'me baby.”

your eyes flutter open, thighs shaking as you slowly let them fall open. your eyes half lidded as you stared up at him. rafe groans softly at the sight before him, positioning himself between your legs and slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your glistening lips, teasing your clit slowly.

“fuuuck” rafe groaned as he started to slip his twitching member into your leaking cunt, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of him bottoming out. “shit baby, you're so fuckin' tight...suckin' me in s'good” rafe grunted, his hips starting to snap against yours as he drove his cock in and out, watching your lips part and eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

your head falls back onto the mattress as you mewled beneath him, your lips opening but no words leaving your mouth, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. “bet you needed this, hm? needed this pussy taken care of s'bad, you just had to be fucked by your best friend — you like that, don't you, baby? you like your best friend's cock stretching you out?”

before you could even process what rafe said, the sharp, jarring sound of your phone ringing pierced through the air. the loud and harsh sound causing rafe's eyes to snap up in annoyance, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuckin' christ — who's calling?”

with your brain slowly working to catch up to the situation, the persistent ringing of your phone seemed to finally sink in. your hands fumble around as you search for the phone, eventually finding it. glancing at the caller id, your eyes flutter in surprise, and you let out a whimper, forced to keep your eyes open as rafe's hips continue their relentless rhythm. “w-wait,” you stammer, struggling to catch your breath as you see andrew's name flash across the screen. “i — shit — i need to-”

“answer it.” he ordered, smirking down at you as he watched the name flash on the screen. “let him know your best friend's takin' good care of this pussy.” rafe murmured, noticing the hesitance in your expression.

“wasn't a question.” rafe grunted, taking your phone from your hand without any consent, his thrusts getting rougher as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “mmh, y/n's busy. fuck— y'know you're really missin' out though, man. this pussy's a fuckin' dream.” rafe spoke between breathy moans, the sounds of skin slapping and both you and rafe's moans clearly heard on the other end by andrew. “hear that? s'the sound of quality pussy, she’s sucking me in so tightly. bet you wish you were me huh?”

“hey, what is…” andrew's voice comes through the other end of the line, his words trailing off when he realized who he was talking to. “rafe?” rafe's smirk only widens at the sound of the obvious confusion and uneasiness in andrew's voice. “uh huh..” rafe groaned, “fuck man, she's takin' my dick so well; she even makes the prettiest noises f'me wanna hear?” the condescending, almost faux sympathy in rafe's voice was clear, it was obvious he was getting off on this.

he angled the phone closer to your face, making sure the sound of your lewd, almost pornographic moans and whines were clearly heard over the phone. “mmh yeah, all those pretty sounds just for me. but i uh— fuck, she might need to call y'back, man. gonna fill this pussy up soon.”

true to his word, rafe led you through four quivering orgasms after he hung up, letting himself go after your fourth one, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched, his warm liquid spilling inside of you.

“that definitely wasn't our last time...pussy's mine now.” rafe breathed out, collapsing next to you.

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[sheepispink]

continued from my other fic, but tiny drabble of ghost looking after injured u...

You’re shaken from your drowsy state by the timer on Ghost’s phone beeping loudly, making you sit up straight with a groan. He sat on the small dining table, cleaning something by the sounds you could faintly make out of him scrubbing. Though, now with the alarm going off, the chair squeaked as he pushed it out and came to a stand, his slippers making soft patters now. “Time for your medicine.”

“..Don't wanna.” You murmur, knowing well you had practically no choice in this matter. Regardless, you argued anyway. 

“Wasn’t a question.”  He walks over to the cabinet above the side table, taking out the bottles and ointment. Initially, he had kept it on the coffee table since it was easier to grab though you were very prone to accidents with your visual impairment, and so he had to hide it away before you almost broke it. He walks over, settling on the couch next to you before patting his lap. “C’mon, lie down.”

You follow, lying face up across his muscled legs whilst he squeezes the pipette, getting the eyedrops ready. “You’re not wearing your mask..” It’s sort of a surprise, well not really after he did it the other day, but still, he respected his privacy a lot. “Mhm.” That’s all he murmurs, one hand cupping the curve of your cheek before he drops the liquid into your eye. Before he can instruct you as always, he watches as you blink to settle it in properly. The same follows for the other eye, and he gives you a quick pat on the cheek in praise. “No need to hide my face when you can't see it.”

“I can too.”

He rolls his eyes up at your persistence, knowing well that your current quality of eyesight is equivalent to the screen on a nokia. “What do you see?” He grabs the ointment pot, pulling his gloves off before scooping out a pea sized amount. 

“I see your skin.”

“Uh huh, and what does that tell you?” 

“You’re white.”

At that he drops the ointment blob off his fingers, stifling a laugh that desperately wants to be released. “I’m pretty sure, everyone knows that, love.” Carefully, his fingertips rub the ointment onto the burns across your cheeks and neck, making sure not to press too hard. Then he slowly lifts your hands, rubbing it down your forearms and the back of your hands where it hurts quite a bit. “I can do this myself y'know..” You sit up as you always do, stubborn and take the small ointment pot out his hands, rubbing it into all the parts of your skin that still ache. 

“I know, but you look a lot happier when I'm doing it.”

“That’s not true!”

He rolls his eyes at you, or at least you suppose he did because he did that little huff again. “Do you want me to snitch on you to Price?” At that you shut up and he wants to laugh out loud at how your lips part in surprise, shock filling your features almost instantly. “That’s what I thought. Now come on, I need you to talk me through making your omelette tonight.” 

He pulls you up and you begrudgingly follow, hand tucked in his.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Taking Quinn home to meet your parents for the first time? Could the reader have a little brother who knows who Quinn is? Pretty please? 🎀

"Oh, be warned, mom is probably going to give you a kiss."

From the driver's seat, Quinn gave you a peculiar look as he rounded the last corner before finally arriving at your parent's house. He didn't know what to do with the tidbit of information you had given him, which prompted you to elaborate. You knew you should have probably declared that a lot earlier, but it had simply slipped your mind. It had been quite sometime since you had brought anyone home since moving away.

"Just on the cheek! She's...just really affectionate!"

Returning his eyes to the road, Quinn's tone dropped, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Daddy will look at you like he wants to shoot you...but only for a few minutes."

It was a nervous laugh that came out of Quinn's mouth. "Yeah, that's uh-- that's good to know. Thanks-- babe."

"Oh, stop! You'll be fine!"

It was obvious Quinn was nervous, and while you tried to reassure him that everything was okay, he still looked at you with unease after parking the car. This was supposed to be a fun day, and you felt responsible for the sudden shift in the overall mood.

"I promise they'll love you!" You reached over and touched his hand. "I promise."

Quinn gave you the softest smile before following you out of the car. He shuffled silently behind you, up the sidewalk and to the front door where after a short moment, your mother answered your knocking.

"Oh, you finally made it!" She hugged you first before zeroing in on Quinn, who still was lingering on the porch. "You too, Quinn! Come on!"

While he got the mother treatment, you made your way over to your dad, who was getting up from his chair.

"So this is the guy, huh?" He wasn't the most affectionate man, nor the most chipper when it came to who his daughter was involved with, so you didn't take his lack of warmth too personally.

"Be nice! He's sweet, you'll like him. And I'm happy to see you, too!"

His grumble was to be expected. He had yet to "like" any of your boyfriends; his standards just seemed too high. "Mhm, you've said that before."

You'd roll your eyes before leaving him to go rescue Quinn. "Mom! Let him breathe!"

"Oh, he's fine! It's good to finally meet you! Y|N has told us quite a bit about you, but I'm sure she's been holding back!"

Yours and Quinn's cheeks flushed with pink; yours because your mom had just revealed how often you talked about him, and Quinn's because he was being talked about... Before either of you could open your mouths to say anything in objection, your little brother came running from his room upstairs. The sounds of his rapid footfalls made everyone turn towards the thuds. He had just turned fourteen and was loving being the only child in the house since you had moved out.

"Whoa, what is Quinn Hughes doing in our living room?" He had come to a stop in the middle of the staircase, and was staring at Quinn, mouth slightly open at the sight of the hockey player standing there.

"How do you know who he is?" Questioned your mother, confused by the sudden change of events. She looked from your brother, to you, and then finally at Quinn. He was smiling, hands in his pockets as he hated being the center of attention for anything.

"He's the captain for the Vancouver Canucks, mom!"

"The who?"

Your brother threw his head back as he sighed, still the drama queen you realized. "Hockey, mom! C'mon!"

"Attitude," barked your dad, growing more annoyed with the back-and-forth. Now was about the time that he took his afternoon nap, and like a toddler, he was getting grumpy. Your brother, ignored the fact that he was being reprimanded, an made short work of the rest of the stairs to stop right in front of Quinn. He had yet to even acknowledge you were standing there!

"You're like the best defenseman in the league! I can't believe you're in my house!"

"Meet your biggest fan, Quinn," you teased as your brother eyed you like he had caught you in the act of theft.

"You're dating my sister? What the heck?"

Quinn smirked despite the family dynamic being a little chaotic at the moment, "Yeah, for about a year now."

Your brother didn't know how to respond to what Quinn had said, and opted to give you another judgmental stare instead. He had been around ten when you moved out, and neither of you had been real close whenever you had lived together. Now, however, you felt like complete strangers; he only seemed interested that you were home because of who you had brought along.

"Gross! You could do better!"

"Parker!" Hissed both of your parents in unison. You stifled a snort at him getting double-teamed; poor Quinn, however, looked lost at sea.

"What? It's true!" He snickered, looking back at Quinn like he was going to somehow agree with the childish statement. "Hey, do you think you could sign one of my sticks?"

Breaking up your brother trying to be the center of attention, she turned back to Quinn, "Y|N said you played hockey, but we didn't realize you played professionally! You're so young! And Parker, leave him be, alright? There will be plenty of time for all of that later. They've not even taken their coats off! Come on, you two. Let me make you both something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry."

Parker couldn't get over the fact that he had just met his sports idol, your boyfriend no less. He couldn't wait to tell the team at practice. They weren't going to believe him!

[annoyinglilbro]

I'm gonna need jealous possessive big brother staiking his claim on little brother who's just soooo innocent he's totally not teasing him on purpose

He’s starting to regret inviting his best friend over. Ofcourse his little brother crashed their hangout, pouting out his lip and whining that he just wants to hangout with them. His best friend fell for it, saying it was fine and he didn’t mind! Just let him hangout, bro. Yeah, look what that turned into.

His little brother is draped on his best friends arm, giggling at some stupid thing he said that really wasn’t that funny. Big brother is gritting his teeth, his knuckles turning white around the game controller in his hand. His best mate is feeding into it, letting the younger boy hang on him and smiling at him the same way he does to the girls at school. He know exactly what that look means, and his little brother is not one of his slits. It’s not happening.

“Hey dude. My mom texted me she’s gonna be home soon, and I’m not supposed to have friends over.” A polite way of telling him to scram.

His little brother pouts and clings to his arm alittle tighter.

“Booo, does that mean you gotta leave? We were having so much fun too…”

“Aww don’t worry dude, I’ll be back at some point. And you can come hangout with us again, you’re always welcome.”

Big brother fights the urge to roll his eyes at the flirty tone between the two. With his best friend out of the house it’s just the two of them. Nobody to stop what’s about to happen. When little brother gets up to leave he’s quickly grabbed by the wrist and tossed on the bed.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” He whines, glaring up his big brother.

“Shut up. You don’t get to complain. What the fuck was that? You a little slut now, huh?” He asks, climbing ontop of the smaller boy. He grabs his dainty wrists and pins them above his head in one hand, his other hand moving to lift his shirt and reveal the bites and hickies that litter his chest and stomach. The marks that his big brother put there. “Do you remember the way you cried when I put these on you?” His fingers trace the purple markings. “The way you begged me for more, swore you were only mine? Made for me?”

His brothers face lights pink when he thinks back to it. The way he begged and fell apart on his big brothers fingers, his tongue.

“Y-yeah? What of it?” He asks looking away, but his big brother growls and grabs his chin, forcing him to keep eye contact.

“Don’t be such a fucking brat. You were all over my friend, I wanted to break his fucking hands. My best fucking friend and I wanted to smash his face in, that’s not very nice is it? And you did that, little brother. Didn’t know you could be cruel.”

His brother whines again, struggling against his hold.

“Stop! I didn’t even do anything you’re just being a jerk! It’s not my fault if you’re…fucking jealous! And possessive!” Little brother spits at him.

“Oh baby boy, why wouldn’t I be possessive over my things? You belong to me. Every part of you. Maybe you need some more visible marks, something you can’t cover up and hide so you’ll always remember who you belong to. My little brother, my little doll.” His teeth are grazing over his neck, threatening to bite into the flesh there.

“D-don’t…dad will see and-“

“And he’ll know his little boy is a slut? A dirty little whore all tainted up? What’s the matter worried you won’t be the favorite anymore?” His big brother teased before biting down and lapping over the skin. Ignoring the way his brother thrashes and cries against him.

He leaves three dark marks, going from under his jaw to just below his ear and his little brother is pouting, glaring at him and running his little fingers over the marks with a hiss and a wince.

“You’re such a jerk!” He yells, throwing a pillow at his brother before stomping away to his room.

Maybe he is a jerk. But there’s also no covering those marks. Anyone who sees him will know he belongs to somebody already. And that’s the thought that washes away any guilt he might feel. His little brother is his and his alone.

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 062 - E-Rank! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: First Date ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Just say my name || Speedin' to you baby switching lanes ] ¡! ❞

"Jinah, do I look alright?" Jinwoo sighs, seemingly a bit stressed as he tries to fix his unkept hair.

"Nah, you look as stupid as ever" She teases, laughing at her brother who retaliates by pinching her cheek. "Ow, ow!"

She wriggles out of her brother's hold, lightly smacking a throw pillow on his arm, "Ugh, you're just going on a date and you're this nervous? Man, you're hopeless"

"I'm not buying you chicken wing anymore with how insolent you are to you big brother" Jinwoo teases, ruffling up her hair just to piss his little sister off even more.

"Hey, don't be like that" She grits her teeth, pouting at her brother who only smiles innocently as if he does no wrong. "Just don't piss yourself trying to get a girlfriend."

"... And I better not be coming home with mess all over the house" He simply deflects her insult, not entirely sure if even he can keep calm during his first date (but surely he wouldn't get that bad, right) "Do you laundry at the exact hour, I want this place spotless by the time I come back or I'm forcefeeding you salad for the next three weeks."

"What a jerk, taking out his anger on me when he screws up his date"

Her jokes were met with deaf ears as Jinwoo put on his shoes and went out the door.

It took him a total of 7 attempts on asking you out for a date. He was supposed to do the 7th one before his double dungeon raid that actually killed him but backed away last minute because he was too nervous to actually form words.

He doesn't know how he did it this time, but he did and got to ask you out on a date on some stroke of luck that he didn't fumble (well he did a few times) to say it aloud. Actually, he nearly yelled too.

But nobody will talk about it, surely you will forget about his stutters.

Anyway, he fixed his hair again by looking at his reflection on his phone screen before shoving it into his pocket. He waited for a few minutes near the station until he hears the familiar taps of your footsteps coming his way.

As weird as it is, Jinwoo started recognizing footstep patterns ever since he got the system. Though he's only arounf level... 50? He had a ton of upgrades, it's no surprise his senses will pick up on the oddest things.

"Sorry, am I late?" Your soft voice breaks through as he was a bit lost in his train of thoughts.

"Ah, huh? No... No, I just arrived" He pushes himself off of the wall he was resting on, trying his best not to show how flustered he is at the moment. "How about we get lunch first?"

"Sure!" You beam, accepting the hand he was awkwardly holding out.

꒰ .... ꒱

Jinwoo swore to himself he wouldn't be too nervous today, but he ended up biting his own tail with how antsy he was all day. He never went out on a date before, but he wanted today to be the best day for you to some extent.

It's his first date, who would want to screw it up? He could only really wish for the best. But with your adorable expression right now, he could atleas tbe a bit relieved right?

"How cute" You say, looking down on the claw machine holding a bunch of plushies. "They're huge too."

"Well, they look like they are half your size" He said as he looks down on the machine. "It even looks like you"

"Hahah" You softly shove his arm before pointing at a black kitty plush inside. "That one looks like you, now I kinda want it"

"Pfft...." He shakes his head, knowing you're making fun of him since the cat had a rather sleepy look to it's face. "Alright, stay here"

You waited for a little while and he returns with a single token in hand.

"I used to play this game a lot for my little sister when we were kids, I think I can win you that one." Jinwoo says, pretending he absolutely wont use dominator's touch to save time and let you enjoy the plushie sooner than later.

Of course, he keeps a close eye on you as you waited in baited breath as he catches(cheats) to get you the plushie. Well he won. Of course he does. Dominator's touch is surprisingly so handy even outside of combat. (As if he doesnt also use it when he feels too lazy to reach for the the tv remote)

Jinwoo merely hands you the plushie, smiling as if he didn't use dirty tricks.

You wont know anyway, with how cute and bubbly you are right now— You totally don't even realize, so it's fine really. He'll just keep it a secret as he fondly watches you gush over the cute plushie you consider as a mini him.

"I'll name him Jinwoo" You beam proudly, skipping in your steps as Jinwoo himself merely chuckles and shakes his head.

"So I'm a dad now?" He asks as you nod your head. "Hahah."

"Well, it looks like you so?" You only smile, making his heart flutter even ore at the sight of your happy and pretty face nuzzling against the little thing.

"Then Jinwoo jr will be in charge of making sure mom doesn't get any nightmares and keep her pretty little head full of blissful dreams" He gently pokes its tiny nose, deciding to play along with your game. "And you, should be going home now"

"Already?" You pouts as he gently guides you back to the train station. "But I'm having way too much fun"

"I know, but we're both busy tomorrow, so you need a lot of sleep" Jinwoo shook his head, before throwing another smile "I take it you will say yes when I ask you for another date?"

"...."

You ponder for a little while before standing on your feet and kissing his cheek, "That answers your question, right?"

You then turn away to go up the station, leaving the poor hunter frozen on his spot to process what the hell just happened. Jinwoo's heart raced at an impossible speed as the gears in his brain were seemingly put on a screeching halt.

It took him a while to recover but eventually he turns around and silently hums to himself, his fair cheeks dusted with a faint hue of pink as he revels in his victory.

Who was that goddamn ahjussi who said E-ranks cant get into dates and be succesful? He hopes to see that bastard again and throw him a middle finger because that is a total lie.

After all, the unfortunate E-rank him who has nothing much to show has gotten your heart. Isn't that a win?

In a way, he wanted to know too. Will you, who is just a normal person— Accept the him today who has nothing much to show? And today answered his doubts.

Now Jinwoo is completely sure of his decision of falling for you. Since you are here for the him today, he'll make sure the him tomorrow will be at your mercy once he gains the right and capabilities to be an S-ranker.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: a fluffy sung jinwoo fic because I am feeling particularly more in love with him as of late. I'll try to do hsr content I swear heheh.... But for now I hope you are alright with just me gushing over my main hubby woowoo<33. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[ficretus]

Vacuomon

*Vacuo during Salem's invasion*

Qrow: Salem could attack from any direction.

Ren: Why are we here instead of frontline?

Jaune: We are backup in case they somehow find a way to bypass our frontline. It happened in Atlas, it might happen again.

Nora: So we'll fight Cinder?

Jaune: It's possible. She'll be the one to go after Summer Maiden and Vault.

Gillian: Your guess is wrong.

Jax: But what can one expect from bunch of mongrels.

Qrow: So Salem sent local theater group after us. How pitiful.

Jax: Watch your mouth. You are in presence of royalty.

*someone jumps down*

Tyrian: Theater group. He he. I do have flair for drama, but even better flair for carnage. HA HA HA.

Qrow: You again. Your luck has run out Tyrian. *unsheathes Harbinger*

Tyrian: But I can always count on you to help me out a bit. Just like in Atlas.

Qrow: You bastard.

Gillian: Talk is cheap, time to settle this with combat.

You are challenged by Team Crown Leader Gillian *8 bit music blares*

Jaune: Huh?

Team Crown Leader Gillian sent out Jax.

Jaune: What am I suppose to do?

Ren: I think you need to send out someone to fight him.

Nora: We believe in you Fearless Leader.

Jaune: Ok... Ren I choose you.

Gillian: You picked unfavorable matchup, how odd. Jax, use Confuse Ray!

Ren is confused.

Ren: What's going on... I feel dizzy.

Jaune: Ren, use Leaf Blade!

Ren: Ouch.

Ren hurt himself in confusion.

Gillian: Fu fu fu. Time to lock you down. Jax, use Thunder Wave!

Ren: Ouch.

Jaune: Ren, Leaf Blade again!

Ren is paralyzed, he can't move.

Gillian: Jax, use Knock Off!

Jax: Idiot like you doesn't deserve such fine weapons. *knocks away Stormflower*

Ren snapped out of confusion

Ren: What did you say?

Jaune: You got him! Ren use Zen Headbutt!

Jax is immune to Psychic type attacks

Jaune: What?

Gillian: Amateur. Jax finish him off with another Knock Off!

Ren's Aura was broken. He is unable to continue the fight.

Qrow: Damn kid, that was a major blunder. Send me in next!

Tyrian: Oh I can hardly wait to fight you Branwen.

Jaune: Wait, what are types suppose to be?

Nora: Oh that's so easy. Basically Fire beats Grass. Grass beats Water. Water beats Fire. Fire beats Ice. Ice beats Flying. Flying beats Bug. Bug beats Psychic. Psychic beats Poison. Poison beats Fairy. Fairy beats Dark...

*five minutes later*

Nora: Fairy is immune to Dragon. Dragon beats Dragon. I beat pancakes. I am immune to Ren's healthy diet nonsense. Got all that?

Qrow: I need to start drinking again.

Jaune: So that guy is Dark type?

Nora: I mean duh. Dark/Psychic. Qrow is Dark/Flying. I'm Electric/Fairy. That girl over there is Psychic/Ground and Tyrian is Dark/Poison.

Qrow: I'm too sober for this.

Jaune: Alright, I understand it now. Qrow, I choose you!

Qrow: Finally...

Gillian: Jax, use Thunder Wave! Cripple that bird.

Jaune: Oh I don't think so! Qrow, use U-Turn!

*Qrow backflip kicks Jax before jumping behind Jaune*

Jax: You mongrels! It doesn't matter, you are still going to be paralyzed by my attack.

Nora: Nu-uh. Because I got swapped in.

Nora's Motor Drive was activated

Nora: Yummy electricity you chump.

Jaune: Nora, finish him off with Wild Charge!

Jax: Wait, wait, wait...

Nora: I heard you were talking shit about Ren. Come on pretty boy, time to light you up!

*Jax electrocuted by Nora*

Jax' Aura was broken. He is unable to continue the fight.

Gillian: I did not expect that. No matter. Carmine, I choose you!

Carmine: Oh I'm too stylish to be kept back.

Gillian: Carmine, use Sand Tomb!

Jaune: Nora, switch out. Qrow I choose you!

Qrow is immune to Ground type attacks.

Gillian: Tsk. Carmine use Sacred Sword!

Jaune: Qrow, retaliate with Night Slash!

*Carmine and Qrow clash with blades*

Carmine: I was itching to fight someone of your status Qrow Branwen.

Gillian: Carmine, use...

Jaune: Qrow, Sucker Punch!

*Qrow punches Carmine in the face*

Carmine: Huh?

Jaune: Finish her off with U-Turn!

*Qrow backflip kicks Carmine in the face before swapping with Nora*

Carmine's Aura was broken. She is unable to continue the fight.

Gillian: That was dirty!

Tyrian: Luckily I don't care about that. Come on, who am I ripping apart?

Jaune: This is not good I...

Nora: Don't worry Fearless Leader, I got this!

Jaune: Nora, use Play Rough!

Gillian: Tyrian, Cross Poison!

Nora was Poisoned.

Nora: Ghhhh.

Tyrian: Come on girlie, fun has just started.

Jaune: Nora, use...

Gillian: Tyrian, Sucker Punch!

*Tyrian smacks Nora*

Gillian: Two can play that game. Tyrian finish her off with another Cross Poison.

Jaune: Nora, Wild Charge!

*Nora and Tyrian clash. Tyrian wins*

Nora is unable to continue the fight.

Tyrian: Ohhhh that's no good Branwen. Your allies really like to lose against me.

Qrow: Time to finish this off once and for all Tyrian!

Tyrian: Finish off? He he, that's my favorite word.

Gillian: Tyrian, Cross Poison!

Jaune: Qrow, Brave Bird!

*Qrow and Tyrian clash*

Jaune: They are evenly matched.

Gillian: Not for long. *activates her Semblance* Tyrian, AURAMAX

Jaune: What?

Tyrian: Time to rip off your little bird wings!

Qrow: What are you doing kid? Boost me up!

Jaune: Qrow... *activates his Semblance* Auramax.

*Qrow gets boosted*

Qrow: Now we are even.

Gillian: Tyrian, MAX Ooze!

Jaune: Qrow, MAX Airstream!

*Tyrian and Qrow clash*

Gillian/Jaune: AGAIN!

*Tyrian and Qrow clash*

Gillian/Jaune: MAX Knuckle!

*Still evenly matched*

Tyrian: He he. Come on Branwen, die already!

Qrow: You first!

Jaune: Hit and run. Qrow, U-Turn!

Gillian: Not this time. Tyrian, Baneful Bunker!

*Tyrian blocks Qrow's strike*

Tyrian: I believe I left you parting gift.

Qrow was poisoned

Qrow: This shit again. We don't have much time.

Jaune: Do you think you can beat him with next strike?

Qrow: Gonna need lot of luck... so no.

Jaune: Come on Qrow, what would Ruby say if she saw you giving up already.

Qrow: Using my niece against me... You play dirty kid.

Tyrian: Any last words Branwen?

Qrow: None for you to hear.

Gillian: Tyrian end this! Cross Poison!

Jaune: Qrow, Brave Bird one last time!

*Tyrian and Qrow charge past each other. Qrow falls to his knees*

Tyrian: He he he. Don't worry, I won't keep your friends in sky waiting Branwen.

CRITICAL HIT!

Tyrian: What? Ughhh....

Tyrian's Aura was broken. He is unable to continue the fight.

Qrow: Yeah, fuck you.

Huntsman Team Leader Jaune has won the fight.

Gillian: Curse you Jaune Arc.

*Gillian, Jax, Carmine and Tyrian disappear*

Jaune: Huh, this was a close fight. Just need to heal a bit and...

*someone flies down*

Cinder: Oh Arc, there is no healing... this is a gauntlet fight.

You are challenged by Fall Maiden Cinder *8 bit music blares*

Jaune: Aw crap...

[coralcatsea]

I was on YouTube and randomly got recommended these videos of people causing royal guards to break their straight faces. I'm sure you guys can all guess where my mind immediately went.

The boys, of course!

I was imagining nationverse with England working for a while as a guard (I imagine they take on various jobs) while America happens to be visiting. Now, England does not KNOW America is visiting, so he wasn't at all prepared to see him among the many passersby–

America walks near, obviously sightseeing, recognises him, and does a double take. Instantly runs over.

"Hi, England!!! What are the odds, huh??? I didn't know you had some kinda guard duty today! I guess that means you can't talk, huh? Or react, for that matter."

There's a long pause.

England knows he's in for it now.

~

Alfred starts off small, taking pictures, making goofy faces, telling jokes... The longer Arthur lasts, the more Alfred is simultaneously frustrated and impressed. 😆

After a while, Alfred pauses to chat for a while, say what's on his mind, etc. He's sure Arthur is really bored! Though Arthur's supposed to be paying attention, he can't help but silently appreciate it, because it IS rather boring to just stand there for so long.

Then Alfred starts getting a little vulnerable with him. He takes the opportunity to open up to Arthur and maybe even confess, which builds up to his next action.

(In the YouTube video I saw, there were two girls giggling and taking pictures, joking that they were probably entertainment for him. The guard's face broke and the girls got super excited. They asked if they could kiss him on the cheek, and he gave a tiny little nod, so they did – it was super cute.)

I'm not which I like better, Alfred asking and Arthur unable to stop himself from giving a tiny nod, or Alfred just spontaneously doing it and Arthur being like- 🤯

Arthur approving it is so sweet, but Alfred doing it spontaneously results in more surprise and then leaves Alfred in suspense since he can't fully know what Arthur thought. 🤔

The rest of Arthur's shift is either torture (because he can't say what he wants) or heaven because he's in bliss.

Soon after, Alfred excuses himself to go get some food/go to the bathroom/etc. since he needs a minute to himself, but he returns after Arthur's shift ends. Arthur goes back inside to change, and Alfred waits for him outside. 👀 Both are nervous.

Both of them, like the dorks they are, fumble with an "Um–" and a "So–" at the same time.

____

I talked about this in the Lounge server, then wanted to bring it to Tumblr but forgot to post it. Now I've had it in my drafts for so long that @fireandiceland wrote a whole fic on the concept. 😆 Check it out!

[catastrophicxfailure]

The accusation hit her like she imagined a ton of bricks would have; heavy, solid, and right in the fucking face. Her brow furrowed, though she wasn't confused by the other's words. She knew exactly what she'd been doing. The group that once felt like her family, her home, hadn't abandoned her — Maya had just ostracized herself enough to make herself believe that and had just gotten lucky enough to go months without anyone calling her out for it. Until Penelope. If it were anyone else who threw out that accusation, she would have simply walked away, left the party in a huff. But the woman standing in front of her? God, she'd let her say anything to her and she'd at least have the decency to think about it. "What else was I supposed to do, huh? Life goes on and it was very clear that their lives went on without me," Maya pointed out, her tone muted in comparison to the level it'd just been at. Then, it raised again, just slightly, "I'm not trying to dictate your life! I'm just trying to tell you that I'm not worth it. You have a life with the team, a life in soccer, and that's not a life that I'm a part of any more and what I accomplished before this doesn't change any of that." She swallowed, her gaze barely ghosting across the others, wanting to look anywhere else. "It doesn't change the fact that it's me who doesn't deserve you or the fact that I just really want to say fuck all of this and kiss you right now."

“i don’t have to do anything, maya, but i want to. i want to follow, i want to understand. you’re the only one here opposing that until, what? you shut me out completely like you’ve done with everyone else on the team?” penny accused, somewhat harshly, bearing down though finding it difficult to wrap her head around the best way to filter herself through the haze of the celebratory beers she’d already downed. all she knew was that she wanted maya, and the girl seemed so stuck in her consistent trauma cycle that she couldn’t see what was standing right in front of her. “of course it fucking matters — you may have lost something you loved, something that was so deeply a part of you, but it doesn’t erase the years you spent accomplishing the amazing shit you did. you may not see it now, but those aren’t times that you should live to regret.” and she hoped maya wasn’t regretting her now, too. rolling her eyes, a scoff erupted involuntarily. “god, dictate my life a little more, why don’t you? everyone else does, so just add yourself to the list, i guess.” she didn’t need to be lectured by her, not when it was a clear deflection to wallow in her pity and push away a good thing further. “i have plenty of friends, maya, i don’t need more. the only friend i want is you!”

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer smiled and turned to Lilith: He said hello, right? Wait- I said hello? Properly?

Lilith chuckled: Yeah, you both said it. Your pronunciation could use some work, but not too bad for a first timer.

Lucifer: Hm... alright, this app will do. Now... I need to work out what to do with him...

Lilith: Why not take him back to Egypt? I'm sure he'd like to see his home- oh. I suppose Egypt is a little different now than it did a few thousand years ago...

Lucifer scoffed: Just a tad.

Adam looked between the two before speaking to Lilith.

Once he finished, she nodded: He's curious about his home now. But he's curious about your home, to.

Lucifer hummed: I have many books on ancient and modern Egypt. I wonder... if he'd like to stay with me?

Lilith smiled: Ask him.

Lucifer: I- how?

Leaning over, Lilith wrote how to ask the question before helping him pronounce it. Adam never looked away, staring between Lilith and Lucifer.

Lucifer: Alright. I think I've got this.

Lilith: Go on, then.

Lucifer cleared his throat and then spoke. He messed up a few times, but Adam seemed to get the message.

He looked at Adam as he spoke. Lucifer loved the way Adam's voice sounded.

Lucifer: What did he say?

Lilith nodded: He said he's like to go home with you.

Lucifer: Really?! I mean- really? Huh. That's... interesting. I could work with that.

Lilith rolled her eyes and spoke to adam: He'd love that.

I know we have many but I have an idea!

Archeologist Lucifer x Prince of Egypt Adam

Adam was preserved in amber when Lucifer found him in Egypt and brought him back to New York where he breaks out of it due to the change in atmosphere.

Lucifer then has to take care of him and teach him about modern day culture and how to adjust.

Yes! I love this! Poor Adam has no idea what the fuck is going on lol

And honestly, neither does Lucifer.

-

Lucifer watches as his team pulls up a huge chunk of what seems to be amber.

Lucifer: How... is this even possible...?

Alastor: Professor, shall we take a sample?

Lucifer nods: Good idea, Al. Get sampling. And come get me if anything interesting happens.

Five hours later-

Alastor: Sir?

Lucifer sighs: This better be good, Al. I'm busy talking to my most darling daughter! Look, she's doing a science fair project on me! Isn't she sweet?

Alastor: ...There's a man in the amber.

Lucifer: ...What?

Alastor: A man... what uh... what should we do?

Lucifer beamed, this was surely the find of the century!

Lucifer: Take a sample, man! Drill into the material and take a dna sample! Then, get it loaded- carefully- on the back of the truck, were heading home!

Alastor: ...This is such a bad idea...