#just terrorists 🥰🥰🥰

[imhyperfixatingrn]

I love the canonization that tr!Bad makes weapons and armor, tr!Pili makes the drugs and tr!Pangi makes nukes and diy pipe bombs, MY TRIO MY TRIO MY TRIO!!!

[thawragiya]

Don't fall for it.

They see now that some sort of scapegoat is needed in order for Israel to gain back its place among other countries, and they'll obviously sacrifice Netanyahu.

But it wasn't Netanyahu posting the tiktoks making fun of the Palestinians for having to bury their children or for not having water & electricity. It wasn't Netanyahu physically blocking the entrance of the aid trucks. It wasn't Netanyahu posting photos of himself looting Palestinian houses and burning property and posing with the canes of the disabled and dressing up in Palestinian women's lingerie while calling them sluts.

[rosy-crow]

Shinra is so, so stupid for having what is functionally a walking nuclear weapon strolling around their facilities and not taking five minutes to schedule regular therapy sessions for him.

But this is Shinra, of course. Same bozos who thought dropping the plate would be an AMAZING idea just because a couple of eco terrorists started nagging them

Ikr, it’s like….

Shinra: Hey so, we are gonna have the worst guy in our science department raise you with no mother and you’ll live in a box cell under the creepiest part of the building which is conveniently on the floor right under our executive suite and president’s office and is full of monsters and unethical experiments screeching and howling in agony under dissection machines from hell and we’re going to modify/strengthen you until you question your very humanity and the scientist guy is gonna catalogue and collect from your body and pump you full of mako from a young age and you’re not realllyyy gonna be able to leave the building unless we deploy you, but don’t worry!! We are going to deploy you barely into your teens so that you can finish this little genocide we started on an island euheu, no big deal. Kill the children and elderly tho or they will literally kill you, btw. And don’t worry!! Nobody will know that nasty part because we started a nice fanclub full of adults for you when you were a toddler and we share cute pics of you with them and we also put your face everywhere to recruit other kids into our war program and made you look like a hero!! Isn’t that cute? What’s that?? Mother? N-normal…life? Omg hahahaha, you’re hilarious lmao. Anyway, don’t fail us or we’ll not let you lead a team again or socialize for a longggg time okay? 🥰 And we might film everything you do too! We’re gonna do that anyway. What’s…that….you made friends…okay well that’s fine, but don’t get distracted from the war!! Do other little side missions for the president too. We need you every five seconds, okay? No time to stop and think ahaha. Oh your friends are deserters now…oh well, be a dear and kill them for us okay? No? Okay we’ll do it, no problem.

Sephiroth: Wait but—

Shinra: OH GOD YOU WANT TO LEAVE US??? Okay just go on this one last mission okay? You might find your rotting, dying bestie Genesis alive if you gooo 💕 teehee yes good y—chat why is he acting like that….guys….what is he….fuck the village is on fire….wait that’s where we produced him too!! Is this related perhaps? Wow….okay this is crazy. How could he do this???? Hello??? Okay sheesh. Cover it up and fix everything and experiment on the leftover villagers. Oh and erase all that hero propaganda. Yeah erase him. He’s done. Whatever. Lame. Maybe we should have invested in some therapists…hmm….eh. Nah. It’s fine. MOVING ON!

[godsandvillains-if]

Slight nsfw!

Hello!!! If you are still open to scenarios, could I ask how would RO's react if they were getting all hot and bothered with MC ready to do some horizontal tango, but before they start, they want to make sure that MC wants this too, so they ask something along the lines "Are you really sure you want to have sex?" and clueless MC is just like "sex?" tilts their head to the side, confused puppy style "What's sex?" xdd (i also had another version of this scene in my head, something like RO finally kissing MC, and MC not understanding how relationships work or what kissing means is like "What did you do?  Why? Are you hungry?? It was nice, but I wont let you eat me?!?!")

Would they throw their hands in frustration at how dumb MC is? Or start explaining about birds and bees? Or take a cold shower? xD

OMG, I just cracked up with this scenario 🤣🤣

I think Ace and Zodiac will both back away from the MC as if burned at first. As they are considerably older than the MC, they will be more concerned that the MC understands EVERYTHING so they can actually comprehend what they are consenting to. I think that both of them will be the best options to teach the MC the birds and the bees in a way that doesn't seem condescending. 

Stardom will first think that the MC is pulling their leg, but as realization sets in and the MC continues to look at them like a confused puppy, they will withdraw from the situation almost completely. The idea of them taking the MC's virginity is a HUGE deal for them.

Paladin would just freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do; the situation was already hard enough on its own, given Paladin's past experiences. Introducing a MC that doesn't have a clue about what being intimate with someone means... My guy/girl will need a few days to process it.

I think Archon would be the most level-headed of the team. They would be surprised, of course, but like most things, they would take it in stride, adapting to the unexpected situation rather quickly. It's safe to say that they wouldn't want to go any further if the MC wasn't comfortable with it or if they didn't know what sex meant 100%.

Wildcat would try their damn hardest to hold back and keep their hands from traveling where they shouldn't. They have zero experience with this kind of talk, and they never in a billion years thought they would have to explain to an adult what sex is, so please have patience while they freak out.

Mars, surprisingly, knows more than anyone about what the MC went through at the hands of the terrorists, so they already expected the MC to not know about some common things. There's a side to Mars that would surprise most people, but the MC gets to see it often, and that side is of a patient and caring person.

Thanks for the question!! 🥰

[nadien-aqui1]

Jessica Introduces Jaune to Earth (And Earth Things)

Jessica: So…? How was it? 🥰

Jaune: Woah. That was… Wow. 🤤

Jessica: So it was good then? You liked it?😏

Jaune: That was probably the greatest experience of my life. 🥰

Jessica: Good, 'cause there’s more where that came from. 😘

2 ½ hours earlier

Jaune: Alright, so what did you want to show me today?

Jessica: Me?

Jaune: You’re the one from here. You’re the… Earth…ian?

Jessica: Earthling.

Jaune: Yeah, that. So what did you want to do?

Jessica: Okay… Well, what’s something on Remnant that you think Earth does differently?

Jaune: Hmm. Do you guys have movies?

Jessica: We have so many movies. What’s your favorite movie? Maybe we have something similar, or in the same sort of vein as it.

Jaune: Ooh! There’s this one franchise that I really liked.

Jessica: What was it about?

Jaune: It was about a cop who had to thwart all these terrorist plots he stumbled onto.

Jessica: *Thinking really hard* …

Jaune: The star is mostly known for a bunch of bad action movies, so you get what you expect.

Jessica: *Thinking harder* 🤨 What other kinds of movies has he done?

Jaune: Uh, well, he did a couple sci-fi movies too. There was a space movie he did about stopping the world from being destroyed by an asteroid. And there was also one where he was sent back in time to stop a new kind of disease from spreading.

Jessica: *Internally* 🤔 No. It can’t be. There’s no way… Is there? Jaune, what was the name of the franchise you were talking about?

Jaune: Try Hard. Again, it’s mostly a mindless action movie, but I really like it.

Jessica: And, out of curiosity, what was the actor’s name?

Jaune: Spruce Willis. Why?

Jessica: 😶

Jessica: Alright, so movie date at my place then?

Jaune: Okay. So is there something similar to Try Hard on Earth?

Jessica: Ohohoho, I have the perfect movie picked out.

Now

Jaune: More? There’s a second one?

Jessica: See for yourself.

Jaune: You’re not gonna believe this, but on Remnant, the sequel was called Try Hard 2: Try Harder- er.

Jessica: Wait, really? 🤭

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

What? She was just showing him Die Hard. What did you think was happening in the beginning? Get your minds out of the gutter!

Prologue

Previously: Horchata

Next: Mariah Carey

[foursaints]

no more infighting the diversity of taste in marauders fandom is my favorite thing about being here… just saw barty hate describing him as a creepy arrogant coward with emotional regulation issues probably hunched over a desk doodling dead animals and my instinctual response was 🥰🥰 hell yes he is….. that’s my boy 💞💞…… at the same time i love the marauders but it’s the most hilariously fruitless thing ever when i see someone trying to explain to me that the gryffindors MUST be more likable as characters because they are “kind” and “brave” and “not incredibly morally reprehensible”…… what if i like the spineless terrorist torturer character. what if i want him carnally. what if i’m saying he did nothing wrong and lovingly readjusting his house arrest ankle bracelet. where does that leave us now

[astropookie]

transparent? placements pt2

hellouuu🥰

as requested, part 2 🌝 hope you like it!!🫶🏼❤️

Picture from Pinterest.

*Birth chart placements

Mars 8H

These ones don’t support the superficial, they can’t take it. They’re perseverant. They’re passionate. Don’t underestimate them, they have A LOT of power and inner strength. They don’t like it. When you’re acting, when you judge or you’re not speaking your mind, they just don’t like it. They hate it. They’re just them, you can’t ignore them, they can’t be ignored. They’re something else. Their self is full of confidence. My friend that have this placement DONT FUCK with people that says something and does another. HE CANT -stand them-. What he admires is honesty and free spirit non-judgmental people, bc this makes them be open to new experiences that could make them become or figure out their potential, passions and desires; what determines them and live without a fucking “what other people think/care” mindset. Also, this is what mars 8H struggles somehow the most. -That’s why?-They admire when they see someone that has become in tune with their potential. So yes, they’re transparent in a way they can’t stand with the ones they’re not.

Scorpio + Earth placements

All the fucking time I’ve met someone with these placements, they always makes it clear when they like a person or don’t. Water (pisces -not too much but yes- and cancer) + earth placement will hesitate and act like they do care about the person to not hurt their feelings, bc of empathy and whatever. HA. Earth placements + scorpio is completely opposite. They’re honest and direct, based on the perspective I have by being friends with them or their daughter🙄. They’ll tell you “I don’t like her”, “she hides something”, “a little weird, I see”. They be having INTUITION, but a intuition that frightens if it doesn’t benefits you and that reliefs if you’re by their side. They can see you. They can tell, what you hide. If you’re good or bad by their terms and morals, if you’re lying or if you want to. It could be that they get carried away by the relationship they have with their loved ones, the love and care they have for them that blinds them to not believe or to not listen to their intuition. But when the emotional is not persistent -when they don’t have a close relationship with you-, the rational side (earth) balance the emotional side (scorpio) to use their intuition to add arguments in their conclusion that’s made with evidence. Still, they always end up knowing. They’re transparent by making it clear if they like you or not, if you hide something or not and I can keep going.

(Example of a chart: scorpio moon, taurus ascendant with taurus degree, capricorn venus with scorpio degree, capricorn chiron, taurus lilith and etc.) (b chart: scorpio sun, moon and venus, neptune, Capricorn rising, virgo mars and etc.)

Lilith trine Moon

Such an interesting aspect. They can reveal what they truly feel without feeling shame, without a barrier. They feel comfortable talking about taboos, that not only mean sex, taboos for me also can mean to show your emotions, embracing them, let yourself feel. Like a river if you’ll like a metaphor. And in the right moment they show them -I’d they believe-. You can clearly see lilith trine moon has A LOT of introspection bc of pure desire of analyzing others🤪. They need it. They could be pretty obvious when they love someone, when they want to protect them. There’s full passion and determination that motivates them. They accept that not everything is logical and they let themselves be. Yet, they have to overcome their superficial feelings to enter that aspect and shi 😚

Sagittarius EVERYTHING

pass this part if you don’t want to read too much

I have to recall and specify -not everyone will agree- placements: Mercury and Venus. In my experience those are the ones that are TRANSPARENT -planets that are in big 6 and I’m only referring to signs and not houses (9H) and also not degrees (9° and 21°) but they count ALOT. I haven’t checked if I have known someone with sag rising but I have with sag moon and it scares me HAKDBSJD. clarifying☝️ they get bored easily and they can do something out of nowhere that you didn’t expect and that’s not kind of appropriate or can be uncomfortable. THIS WAS MY EXPERIENCE WITH 1 PERSON so don’t base yourself on it pls ty.

Obviously. wtf. these series weren’t going anywhere without the mention of Sagittarius. They think it, they say it. They don’t need to think about it, they don’t do it, THEY SPILL IT. Without a filter, without care until a moment later they be thinking if they were too rude, depending on the moon and etc. BUT WTF HAHA. For the weird and complexed ones, they can seem weird. The truth is that they’re jealous of the free spirit, soul and mind they have in front of them. They say it, you wanting it or not, they feel the need to. They’re the kid/sibling that haunts you bc they know too much and they can say something random that have to do with the secret you’ve told them. I’m not saying they can’t keep secrets, but they can speak without thinking. Even tho that, they speak their mind with help of their knowledge. They fucking know something and they say it. They are a little bit of a headache, they presume and talk and you want to cut their tongue. sometimes 🥰

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[animefreak1145]

•´¯`•» 🎀 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇🍬𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾❁𝓃 🎀 »•`¯´•

😘𝓗𝓒’𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵: 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1😘

Bell decodes with different colored glitter gel pens. ✨🖋️

—Each color means something unique in regards to the necessary information to decipher, encrypt, decrypt along with any necessary information. 😌That’s at least what Bell says when Hudson complains with a twitching brow and a vein in his forehead. 😇 He never gets the bigger picture like Bell does 🙄

In the same papers of her work, Bell does random doodles of “R+B”, hearts, cigarettes, smoke from the cigarette in a shape of a heart, and shades. 🤭

—She also has every “i” and “j” with a heart instead of a dot if she’s decoding English. “ö” “ü” “ä” “i” and “j” in German. Sadly, there is no possible hearts when she writes in Russian. 😔 But she writes pretty Russian clear cursive instead to make up for it 🥰✨

No leaving the safehouse till Bell’s nails are fully dried. 🙄💅 No chips will be created nor warbled polish on her nail that looks like someone took a shit on it. 😤 Thankfully she’s time efficient and plans accordingly if it’s for a mission. If anyone complains or is not willing to wait, be prepared for a whiny complaining Bell the ride. Everyone has learned their lesson the first time, however. 😌💅

—Bell has a special polish ordered overseas where it’s infused with snake venom. 😌💅 If someone gets slapped by her with her perfect almond shaped nails—they’ll surely get a scratch and feel the effects of the venom quickly with a burning sensation. 😇🤭 Nothing like another’s screams at how perfect you do your nails. 💅✨

Bell gives everyone health tips in any way, shape or form in every conversation if possible. She’ll squeeze something related into it unprompted but that’s because she’s just looking out for everyone 😌😇 Including Russ 😍😍😍

Speaking of health, Bell absolutely needs her beauty sleep in the correct amount of hours each and every time. 😤 She will not have eye bags. Anything that needs to be done can be done the next day 😌💯

She randomly goes outside of the safehouse to tan with a bikini on in a makeshift chair she made with the pallets and chair cushions. She needs to keep her tan line 💅 It doesn’t matter how cold it is, she’s quite capable. 😌

—it also gives her an excuse to either ask or “borrow” Adler’s jacket to warm her up. 😏😘 She also likes to steal either his or Hudson’s shades while she tans in between decoding. 😎😜Adler knows her play early on with a roll of his eyes and starts to refuse, making sure he has her own jacket ready on hand. He’s immune to Bell’s pouts 😭 but not immune to her other numerous plans for him to fall for her. 😌😍💁‍♀️

All her plans are laid out in her journal that looks like she “edited” with pink glitter and cut outs you can find in crafting stores that won’t break such as shades 🕶️, lipstick kisses💋 , lipstick💄, nails 💅 and nail polish at the front titled: “Classified”. 💯 Inside there’s a 15 step listed plan on the different scenarios Bell has for him to fall for her or make a move on her.

—Adler found it while snooping around her hotel room, read it, and slowly put it back and left the room. (He read that Bell has already done 1–6 of her plan 🤭😘) He doesn’t know why he’s starting to feel suspicious of the high maintenance terrorist that was clearly from high society based on his observations, but he can’t shake it after the Berlin Wall mission. 😌 Russ is so astute and sharp 😍🥰😘

Bell has a voice kink. 😍😍😍 Only Russ’s tho 😤 She loves how often Russ says her name at the end of each sentence practically. His voice sounds so sauce when he says “We’ve got a job to do” too! 🥰🥰🥰 What a man! 😘

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A/N: More HC’s to come! This is just the set up. I’ll have drabbles here and there. Remember this is for fun and more information will be revealed in this format along with drabbles. 😂

I also wanna try to show what Bell’s feed would look like if she wasn’t born so early. This Bell would’ve loved TikTok and Insta. And a menace on Twitter, based on @makeyourpeacenow own observation. I just need to figure out how to do it. 💀

Tag List: @tr1ppylady @parkeepingparker @weirdoartist21 @gojocat247 @mayaibnlaahad @dallmaistir @salvija @kylezkie4adler @asaltryefl @stupid-stinky @aurora-windu @zachfoxx121 @pyxis-stellae @makeyourpeacenow @obsessedgremlin @butterfly-stitches @djloveyou3000

[tevansversion]

Other points

So this most likely won’t be the last time that I talk about this, because I am so insanely disappointed and furious with the way that the 911 fandom has become so god damn toxic as of late over a fucking healthy ship, but I did have some more points that I needed to talk about. If you don’t like this, please keep scrolling and if you hate tevan, well, you know where to go don’t you? The block button is free ya know?🥰

First of all I just wanted to talk more on the ‘Tommy is grooming Buck’ thing, because yes I have had to block a lot immature assholes who actually think that this is a plausible thing. First off, do y’all know what grooming is? If not, lemme just read you the dictionary definition.

‘the action of attempting to form a relationship with a child or young person, with the intention of sexually assaulting them or inducing them to commit an illegal act such as selling drugs or joining a terrorist organization.’

That’s from google itself! Does that sound like anything that Tommy is doing to Buck? Oh I sure hope you said no, BECAUSE ITS NOT! Buck is not a child or young person, he is a grown ass man in his thirties who is perfectly capable of deciding whether or not he wants to be in a relationship with some or not! He knows Tommy, he likes Tommy, Eddie likes Tommy and the 118 LIKE TOMMY! If they at all suspected that Tommy had any ill intent towards Buck, THEY WOULD SAY SOMETHING! Let’s not forget that they have been very very vocal on Buck’s relationships in the past, what would stop them from saying something this time around? Nothing.

👏🏻IF👏🏻THEY👏🏻DIDN’T👏🏻LIKE👏🏻TOMMY👏🏻THEY👏🏻WOULD👏🏻SAY👏🏻SOMETHING👏🏻 ABOUT 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻

“Oh but Buck hasn’t spoken about Tommy to the 118” that we know of. But most likely, this is because HE DOESN’T HAVE TO. Let’s not forget, that the times that Buck had talked about his past relationships around the 118 it has been to ask for advice or rant because something has gone wrong. The fact that Buck hasn’t had to do either of those whilst in a relationship with Tommy is a huge green flag and an indicator that clearly it’s a healthy and happy relationship.

👏🏻IF 👏🏻 SOMETHING 👏🏻 WAS 👏🏻 GOING 👏🏻 WRONG 👏🏻 HE 👏🏻 WOULD 👏🏻 SPEAK 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻 ABOUT 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻

Buck isn’t stupid! He knows what right and wrong about a relationship, he’s been in enough toxic ones to know when something isn’t right. Not to mention, this is his first relationship with a man, if he didn’t like it then he would be dating Tommy would he? can we all just remember the whole “I’m letting him set the pace, I’m just trying to keep up” deleted scene? It might be deleted but it’s still a scene that 911 themselves shared so to me, that’s canon. Either way, Tommy is a sweetheart to Buck and if you don’t think so then clearly you’re watching the wrong show. Might I suggest leaving the fandom if you’re that pressed about it?

[miniwheat77]

Denim. (Gaz x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, blood, injuries, reader gets hurt, sorry if I missed any.!

Inspired by that famous blue denim button up Gaz’s operator has on 🥰

Not edited.

This one! ^^^

Your foot tapped nervously against the floor of the Humvee, you were sitting in the passenger seat, watching for any signs of an ambush.

This was an important mission, one for the books. Since Hassan had been killed, someone named Amir had taken his place. After he’d attacked an American Military base, he had a target on his back of course. It was a big day. You could feel that this was right, that you were going to take him by surprise. You could feel it in your gut. You weren’t apart of the fight with task force 141 when they took down Hassan, but you were now. Here you were. This was a good chance to prove yourself to them. You had all reinforcements. The plan was to surround the building he was inside, take cover. And hope that he would surrender.

“You okay kid?” Captain Price asks you. You nod your head. “Something just doesn’t feel right.” You mumble.

He nods his head. “Yeah. I feel it too. But we take orders and if Laswell is okay with it, I suppose we will be too.” He nods. You swallow hard. “These people..” you pause. “They’re different.” You look out the Humvee window, keeping an eye out. “What do you mean?” Gaz asks. He’s in the back seat. “They don’t surrender. If they feel trapped, they attack. I mean.. this is the place with the highest rate of suicide bombers. I just think this is a bad idea.” You mumble. You can hear the both of them sigh, like what you’ve just said changes everything. “I mean.. for christs sake, they send small children in with bombs to do their dirty work. They don’t care. They’re dirty and don’t care who they hurt. They beat and rape women out in the street, behead each other for small mistakes. I think we should turn back. He’s not going to surrender, we have to come in guns blazing.” You mumble.

Your heart races in your chest. So does John’s.

You don’t think he’ll listen to you, but he does. “Change of plans fellas.” He calls into his radio. “We’re going to go in hot. Forceful.” He mumbles. Hearing everyone call back. You sigh a breath of relief. Thank god. “Refuse to be a sitting duck to a terrorist.” John mumbles. He knows he’ll have someone to answer to, but he can’t find it in him to care all that much. Gaz can sense the relief in the way you relax your shoulders, reaching by the window to place a hand on your shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. Feeling you lean back into his touch. You and him were fairly close, but pretty much all of the task force was. It was always strictly platonic and had never stretched any further past that, it was forbidden obviously.

When you arrive, you can feel that same sense of nervousness filling up your stomach. It’s got it in knots, something still didn’t feel right. Like something bad was going to happen. When the building was surrounded, everyone raised their guns. Creeping closer to the building, le easy to file in through the doors. “Watch close. We don’t know what we’re going into.” Captain Price says, everyone agreeing. When given orders, everyone bursts through the doors, making their way through the first floor. “Watch the doors close. If he’s here, he’s going to try to run.” Ghost orders. Everyone agrees. Flowing through the building like a bad case of termites.

The top floor is where the problems start.

As soon as they caught sight of your cavalry, they fled to the top floor and set up traps.

“Okay. Gaz, Y/N. You guys start on the left. Me and Ghost will go to the last door on the right. Everyone else keep a close eye on the stairs. Watch close.” He nods. Everyone agrees, splitting up and going their separate ways. You push open the door, raising your gun quickly. Gaz looks past you. “Looks clear to me.” You nod. He agrees, the both of you stepping forward. A yell leaves your lips when a man emerges from behind the door, slicing right through your cargo pants. Gaz is quick to fire at the man, dropping him where he stands. He lifts you up, sliding you back behind the door and closing it. A few others come running. “Just one. He got her thigh with a knife.” Gaz breathes, tugging his first aid out of his pack and wrapping a bandage around your thigh. The cut looks deep. He’s worried. Gunfire makes everyone perk up, coming from the direction Captain Price and Ghost have gone. “Go, I’ve got her.” Gaz nods. “Shit. This did not go to plan.” You laugh. “Never does. You alright?” He asks. You nod your head. “Yes. I’m all good.” You smile. “I’ll be fine.” You breathe. He kneels down on one knee behind you, letting you lean back on him. He’s got his sidearm ready, just in case. After what feels like forever, he’s getting antsy. You need a doctor and he’s tired of waiting. Captain Price and everyone else emerges. “Did you get him?” Gaz asks. “Yep. He didn’t go easy but we got him.” Captain Price breathes. “They had 3 or 4 bombs. Ready.” Price kneels down in front of you. “You did good Y/N. Saved us from a big catastrophe.” He smiles. You send him a lazy smile. “Let’s get her back to base, yeah?” Gaz says, nervously. He’s worried about you.

The both of them each take an arm, helping you down the flights of stairs to the Humvee you arrived in. Getting worried when your head began to hang. “Shit. Y/N?” Gaz asks, stopping. They let you down. “Y/N?” Gaz asks again. Shaking you slightly. “Think she passed out.” Price says. Gaz presses his fingers to your throat, feeling your heart beat. “We got to get her back.” He nods. He lifts you up, hurrying down the remainder of stairs, Price throwing open the door. Gaz gets you inside, holding you. Price hurries to the drivers side, getting in.

—

You don’t remember much, but you wake up in the infirmary. You try to fight your way out of the wires and lines you’re connected to, resulting in you being restrained until you fully came to. Finally understanding that your leg had been cut pretty deep, barely missing your femoral artery. You were a little out of it from the meds they had you on, but you were doing better. “Do you want us to go get Kyle?” The medic asks, resulting in a confused look from you. “What?”

“Kyle, you kept asking for him. Do you want us to go get him?”

“Oh uh.. no. I’m okay.” You mumble. You must’ve been asking for him when you had to be restrained. You remember him sitting with you, when Captain Price emerged from that room. But that’s all you remember. “We’re going to work on some release paperwork and we’ll get you on your way, how does that sound?” She smiles. You nod your head. “Sounds amazing.” You sigh.

She disappears and a few minutes later, Gaz is pulling the curtain back. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi.” You send him a lazy smile. “How are you feelin? Better than earlier I hope.” He chuckles. “Much. It hurts but it’s better.” You mumble. “Gotcha. Captain sent me down here, I’ll help you get back to your room.” He crosses his arms over his chest. He’s wearing his full set of gear. Vest and all. “I’m sure I could’ve handled it.” You laugh. The medic comes back with all of your paperwork and sets you all up to leave.

He walks alongside you, a hand on your lower back. He’s ready to catch you if you fall. All you have on are socks and the tied up gown they’d put you in. “Hey Gaz. I forgot to give you some bandages for Y/N’s leg. For any bleeding on her stitches just in case.” His radio goes off. “Uh. Here, come inside my room. I’ll run back before we go all of the way to the women’s barracks.” He leads you down the hallway a little more. You complain about the hospital gown the whole time.

“You can borrow something of mine. I’ll be right back.” He laughs, closing the door behind him as he makes his way back to the infirmary. You sit on the edge of his bed for a minute. The throbbing in your thigh is relentless. You stand up, step over to where he’s got his clothes, picking up the first shirt you see.

He steps inside his room, closing the door behind him. He’s got a washcloth in his hand for your thigh. He’s watching his feet until he steps inside, finally bringing his eyes up from the hard concrete floor.

His lips part, mouth falling open slightly. You’re finishing buttoning up his shirt, one of his favorites. It falls slightly over your hips, your white cotton panties still visible. “Oh.. uh. Sorry.” He looks away. You look up. “Sorry.. it’s the first thing I saw, I didn’t want to dig through your stuff too much.” You blush, crossing your arms over yourself. “It’s fine. No worries. Here, I brought you this.” He nods. Holding out the washcloth. “I can help.” He smiles. Seeing the blood seeping from the bandage on your thigh. He nods for you to sit back on his bed. He kneels down in front of you, hearing you swallow hard at his close proximity. He bites at his lip in concentration, unwrapping your wounded thigh. Still fresh from where the knife had sliced through the skin and flesh. He’s gathered up everything else he needs. Some more bandage, some stuff to wrap it. He takes the wet washcloth, beginning to dab at the blood around the wound. Your bleeding was mostly stopped by now, just gently seeping through. He pats it all the way clean, lifting up an antiseptic spray. “Might burn a little.” He looks up at you.

His eyes shine in the moonlight that peeks through the window that sits high up on the wall. You nod your head. “I trust you.” You smile shyly.

The typical friendly relationship you’d had with Kyle is gone. Completely gone.

He sprays it onto your wound, being generous with it to avoid an infection. He sees you flinch, clutching at his sheets. This surely isn’t how he wanted to see it happen. He could imagine a million different reasons you’d be clutching his sheets like that. This isn’t one of them. He swallows hard, bandaging it up and wrapping it up once more. His fingertips brush against your inner thigh and he feels you shiver under his touch. “Sorry.” He blushes, looking down. “It’s okay.” You breathe. “Thank you, Kyle.” You breathe through your nose. He sits up, sitting down next to you on his bed. “Kyle hm?” He smiles. “We’re using actual names now?” He laughs.

“Seems like a more genuine thank you.” You smile. He bites at his lip, clearly nervous about something. “No problem, dove. How does your head feel.” He mumbles. “It feels okay. Doesn’t pound anymore..” you trail off. Playing with your hands nervously. “You alright?” He asks. “Yeah. Today just… scared me. That’s all.” You look down. He nods his head. Leaning into you closer. “Today scared everyone. The most anyone has been hurt in this Task Force was getting shot on our vests, it hurts but it doesn’t bleed or incapacitate us.” He trails off.

“My shirt looks good on you.” He smiles. He can see you blush, looking down. “Thanks. It’s yours after all.” You laugh. “I promise I’ll wash it and give it back.” You nod.

“No rush. I think it looks better on you anyways.” He smiles. “I don’t think that’s true. It looks pretty good on you.” You giggle. “I don’t know about that one.” He laughs. It’s low, sexy.

He rests his hand on your knee below your wound, running his fingers over your knee. He can feel chills rising on your skin underneath his touch. “Kyle?” You breathe. “Yeah honey?” He breathes. “I.. I’ve never had sex before.” You breathe. He smiles. “Hey.” He laughs. “I’m not..” he laughs. He lifts his leg up onto the bed, taking your hands in his. “I have to say this right because I want you to know.” He pauses.

“I do like you, and trust me, I would love to have sex with you. But I don’t expect you to at all. I would never pressure you into anything.” He smiles. His cologne smells amazing, and you’ve never been so close to him before. You grasp his hand that lies on your knee, bringing it up to the very top of your thigh. Above your wound. He smiles. “That’s a good girl.” He breathes. He glides his hand back and fourth over your bare skin, fingertips rubbing across the edge of your panties. He lowers his hand to your center, fingertips brushing over your clothed opening. He can feel you breathe out. Pressing ever so slightly into you, rubbing his fingers back and fourth. You tilt your head back slightly and he takes this opportunity to kiss your neck, you sigh out. The relief and warmth he makes you feel is intense and immediate. “Kyle…” you breathe. Body seeming to melt into him.

“S’alright sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He breathes. He pulls you into him, gripping your chin and turning your head to look at him. “You look so fucking stunning. So beautiful.” He sighs, pressing his lips to yours. He rests his right hand onto your left thigh, the one that isn’t injured. He’s a really good kisser and when he pulls away, you still have your eyes shut. He can’t help but smile. Your breathing has picked up slightly. He rubs his nose over yours, you can feel his warm breath on your face. “You can stop me.” He breathes. Resting his massive hand on your thigh, toying with the shirt you’ve got on. You shake your head. Your eyes clench shut. “I don’t want you to- I don’t want to stop.” You breathe. He leans into you, kissing you again. He pushes you back slightly, lifting himself up. He opens your legs, avoiding your wound as he pushes himself between them. Laying you back, lips moving with yours in sync. His jeans sit low on his hips. He presses himself right into your pelvis, you can feel how hard he is against you. You moan gently into his lips, and he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth.

Kyle has never been so turned on in his entire fucking life, he’ll swear by it. You’re so fucking beautiful, and the way you look in his clothes. It’s everything.

He rocks his hips into yours, feeling you wrap your legs around his lower back. “Fuck sweetheart. Driving me fucking crazy.” He pants. He sits up slightly. He can see your panties have a wet patch of your arousal. He knows you want him just as bad as he wants you, and that fuels a fire inside of him so big that an ocean wouldn’t be able to put it out. He rests his fingertips at the top of your slit, rubbing gently through the cotton fabric of your panties. Gentle circles just right, right where you need him. Hearing you whine. The way your lips part in surprise. The small sounds you’re making. It’s nearly too much. You’re overwhelming him already and he’s barely touched you.

He works at his pants, getting them off as quickly as he can, his vest and shirt following after. He toys with the buttons on the shirt he’s let you borrow. Tugging them open so that he can get a good look at your bare chest. So pretty, just like every part of you. He takes his time with you. Hands cupping your breasts and massaging them, feeling your relax into him. He leans down, kissing your skin, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, hearing you gasp. You try to be quiet.

He moves lower and lower. Fingers sliding into the hem of your panties. He tugs your panties down, avoiding your bandage. You’re shy, closing your legs slightly as he pulls them off. “Nothing to be nervous about. I’m gonna take good care of you.” He breathes. He can see the redness on your cheeks. He spreads your legs gently. His touch feels like gentle brushes. His breath hitched in his throat when he sees you, so bare for him. He inches closer, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. You shiver at the feeling of it. Eyes slightly going wide when you see the size of him.

You swallow hard and he smiles. “It’s alright. I’ll be gentle.” He breathes. “You can always stop me.”

You nod your head. You’re not going to stop him. He circles your clit with his index finger, collected your arousal on his finger. Feeling you going tense beneath him. He can tell he’s working you up. “S’alright darling. Try n relax for me, yeah?” He breathes. His accented voice sends chills up your spine. He rests more of his body weight on you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He’s going to muffle your sounds. He pushes his index finger into you, hearing you gasp. He starts slow, not wanting to push you. His finger fucking into your wet hole. You clutch the edges of the shirt you’ve got on. Knuckles going white. He pulls back, sitting up onto his knees. “Feel good?” He asks. You nod your head eagerly, moving your hips down into him slightly. He can’t help but smile.

He slides it out of you, hearing your whine in protest. He collects more of your arousal with his middle finger, pushing both of them into you. Your thighs shiver slightly, your eyes shutting. “O-oh fuck Kyle.” You mewl. The way you say his name has his cock jumping slightly. He’s so turned on. He scissors you open, thumb rubbing against your clit. You’re so soft, and wet. You’re driving him crazy. Right when you’re on the edge, he pulls away. Hearing a frustrated whine leave your lips. He can’t help but chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.” He smiles. Seeing your cheeks redden. He inches closer, the tip of his cock drawing over the expanse of your pussy. Gathering your arousal at the tip. He moves himself between you, pushing your legs up slightly. He spits right on the opening of your pussy, sliding his cock up the cavern. Once his cock is lubed up enough, he nudges the tip right at the entrance. Watching his tip disappear between them. You sigh.

He inches deeper, pushing your hips into his bed. “It’s gonna hurt baby. Just try to stay relaxed for me.” He mutters. Seeing you nod your head. “I’m okay. Been through worse.” You smile.

When he starts to hurt you, you reach your hand down. Pressing down onto the wound on your leg. The pain spikes up on it, drawing the pain away from Kyle’s cock stretching you out for the first time. When he bottoms out, his mouth falls open. You finally draw your hand back from the wound on your thigh. The worst of it is over now. You can’t help the tears that gather in your eyes. “F-fuck. I feel so full.” You whine, lifting your hips slightly. “Yeah baby. So full of me.” He gasps. He can’t contain the way he feels. He doesn’t want to. “Oh fuck.” he whines. Burying his face into your neck again. He draws his hips back, thrusting back inside of you. You stiffen underneath him. Wrapping your arms around him. Your eyes get heavy, you can’t keep them open. Shutting them tight as he starts to fuck you, he pulls his cock almost all of the way out of you before thrusting back in. He’s got a steady rhythm. Feeling you shiver. “Feels so good Kyle, so good.” You whine. “Yeah baby. I know. Got me so close already. Fuck.” He grits his teeth.

“Look at me.” He breathes, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You okay?” He asks. You nod your head, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Keep looking at me sweetheart. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He breathes. You shiver at his touch. It’s unbelievable how fast this happened, how fast you have right into him. “Kyle.” You wince. “M’I hurting you?” He pauses immediately. “No. Don’t stop.” You breathe. He pushes your legs up, spitting on the base of his cock to make sure he’s not going to hurt you. “Thank you.” You breathe, looking up at him. The moonlight shines perfect on your eyes. “What?”

“For taking care of me. For reassuring me. And for staying with me earlier when I was h-hurt.” You hiccup. Your teeth are gritted. He keeps the same steady pace, he’s a perfect fit for you, his cock slipping between your walls perfectly. He laughs slightly. “I got you.” He breathes. “Nothing to worry about now. I have you, I always will. Just try to relax for me.” He breathes. “Keep looking at me.”

Your eyes snap up to his. Chills rising on your skin. You’re right there, right on the edge. It’s intense, the unfamiliar build of an orgasm. Kyle is fighting off his own orgasm. He hisses when you claw down his back. The burn has his brain spinning. He doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out before he finishes. He leans down to kiss you again. It’s sloppy and wet but desperate. He raises himself up slightly, rocking himself into you at a slightly different angle and that’s when you lose it. He forces you to look at him, your eyes getting heavy. He clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. Body shaking and convulsing as you reach your orgasm. You clamp down around him, walls throbbing with your orgasm. The coil that’s wound up in Kyle’s is about to snap. His body shivers and he bites down onto his lip. Just a couple more thrusts and he’s growling out, eyes rolling back into his head. “Oh fuck-“ he whimpers. He relaxes into you. Avoiding your wound as he slides out of you, moving himself next to you.

Right there he knows he’s gone. You look more beautiful than ever. Face flushed, his shirt half buttoned up. Skin sweaty and flushed too. Full of his cum. It’s a good look for you. He laughs after a few minutes of silence and you can’t help but laugh too. “That escalated quickly, ah?” He laughs. “Yeah, yeah it did.” You let out a breath of relief. He moves to rest his arm on you. “Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.” He breathes. “No, I’m good. Really good.” You blush. He pulls you into him, “you look really good too.” He smirks. Seeing you roll your eyes.

“We should make this a thing.” He sits up slightly. “What?”

“I mean.. I’m not doing anything next weekend.” He smiles. “Are you asking me on a date, Garrick?”

“Yeah. Yeah I am.”

“Of course, I’d love that.” You smile.

“Great. It’s a date. Now get some rest. You’ve got some healing to do.” He smiles.

[gremlin-girly]

Day 8: Sparkling Snow

Pairing: Zemo x f!reader (MCU)

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, established (secret) relationship, suggestive themes, just lovey-doveyness, pet names (Vrajiatore), Zemo is a gentleman

Summary: You tell your friends that you're headed to Germany for the holidays as a treat to yourself. Little do they know that you're off to see your favourite Sokovian Baron.

word count: 1.8k

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

A/N: This is a direct follow on from Flufftober 17 🥰 I kinda love these two... maybe we need another part? 👀 There is a second part that will be linked in an author's note under the cut. Sorry this is late, some unexpected plans popped up yesterday so I couldn't finish editing all of the fics - Love, Grem x

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

Translations: Vrajiatore (meaning witch/enchantress)

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When anyone asked your plans for the holidays, inviting you to after-work drinks or their holiday meals in December you had politely declined, saying you had booked yourself a holiday to Germany to see the sights and Christmas Markets.

Everyone seemed pleased with this answer, although you felt guilty for feeding them half truths. They wouldn't really get it and, in fact, may even try and stop you. But then again, when does ' I'm visiting my ex-terrorist, rich Sokovian boyfriend' ever really roll off the tongue?

Zemo had been the one to organise your trip. With the dust finally settled and him in one location, he desperately wanted to see you again; which of course meant sending your one-way first-class ticket to Germany to you via post attached to one of his letters.

At first, you wanted to say no. The trouble it would cause if Sam and Bucky found out. Finding the time to take off work and come up with a suitable lie for your friends and family as to why you wouldn't be around for the holidays making anxiety bubble in your stomach. But the moment you held the tickets between your fingers, you knew you had to see him again.

The tickets were for an open return; Zemo had said in his letter he didn't want you to feel like he was keeping you hostage and that, should you choose to come there was a bed waiting for you, and the moment you wanted to head home you could.

With the only firm date being the outbound flight, you realised that you would have plenty of time to explore and plenty of time to spend with the Baron and you weren't sure which made your heart skip more.

You confirmed your flight before writing back.

It shouldn't have surprised you that you flew first class. Or that Zemo had pre-ordered champagne for your flight. What was surprising, however, was being greeted by a chauffeur.

"Madam L/N," The old man had grinned at you on your approach, setting aside a very pristine piece of A4 paper with your name scrawled on. "The baron sends his regards. He unfortunately cannot enter because -"

You hold up a hand with a soft smile. "No need to explain. I know."

The old man continued to smile as he took your bags, despite arguing you could carry your own, and led you to the car. On the drive to Zemo's family home, you find out the man's name is Oeznik and he has served the Zemo family all his life, having helped raise Helmut (your Zemo) as a baby. You hoped it had been the jet lag when you felt your head swim; first-class and chauffers were already leagues from your day-to-day living but butlers?

The air was crisp when the car finally pulled into a long drive way, the peak of a mansion barely visible over the trees. You scooted forward on the leather car seat, awe-struck at the giant home before you.

"This manor has been in the family for generations," Oeznik says, sounding as awe-struck as you felt, as if he were seeing the house for the first time too. "Helmut grew up here, though it has just been myself and Ms. Anstrom - the head maid - who have been living here until recently."

"Riiiiight." You say quietly, your breath condensing against the window. As soon as you begin to think that this was a terrible idea, that Bucky and Sam should rightly drag you back home for, you see him.

The car is all but parked when your door is flung open and Helmut Zemo stands before you. The excitement radiating from him is palpable and infectious; you're already unbuckling your seatbelt and beaming up at him.

"Vrăjitore," Zemo greeted politely, trying to contain his excitement behind a soft smile. Even though it had been months since you last saw him in person, he hadn't changed much. Clean shaven, soft chestnut hair that was only a little bit longer and those ridiculously enchanting brown eyes that still glimmered when he looked at you. The scent of his cologne travelled to gently caress your nostrils and you felt like a cartoon character floating after the smell of a pie placed precariously on a windowsill.

He offers you a hand, helping you out of the car as Oeznik goes to grab your suitcase and travel bag from the trunk. Zemo raises your hands to lips and placed sweet whispers of kisses against your knuckles that made your heart swoon.

"I trust you had a good flight, yes?"

Your answer was to pull him in close into a tight hug, relishing the scent of him, relishing him entirely. Letters didn't come close to having the real thing before you.

"Yes," you say into his coat, grinning when you felt his arms encase you to him. "I can't believe you had champagne served to me on the flight."

"The least I could do." He chuckles lightly. "You can't fly first class without it."

"I've not been here a day and you're already spoiling me." You peek up from where you're hidden against his chest and grin. "You're setting and awfully dangerous precedent."

Helmut cups your cheeks and places a quick kiss to your lips, opting not to answer your tease. "I'll show you around the house first so you can get acquainted with your surroundings. Then we can eat if you're hungry?"

Nodding your head, you follow Zemo up the stone steps and through the large oak doors, waving a quick goodbye to Oeznik.

The manor is exactly as you'd imagined it to be. The velvet carpets can't find the fact they are worn in some places, nor the cold air that seeps through the wooden flooring that has that dusty old house smell. The windows are thin and creak at every meager breath of wind and you feel a little idiotic for thinking two older people could easily run the upkeep of the estate. However, there is still a charm to the old house. The parts that were more lived in, like the kitchen and living room were pristine.

No cobwebs excepts for the chandeliers, no dust bunnies buried in the corners, and even the big beast of a portrait of Zemo's great grandfather above the fireplace looked like it had just walked out of a gallery.

When you finally climb the long staircase upstairs, munching the cookie Ms. Anstrom thrust into your hands when you visited the kitchen, you have to pause. Downstairs may have been a little worse for wear but the upstairs... you felt like you had just waltzed onto the set of Bridgerton.

You walk down a never ending hallway, Zemo showing you the gorgeous large bathroom, drawing room and one of several guest rooms before stopping at the final one at the end of the hallway.

"This will be your room." He gestures you in first and like the other guest rooms it's huge. Big bay windows show the frosted Christmas Card-esque grounds outside. Unlike the other rooms, however, your bed has soft, silken fitted sheets that you'd dread to guess the price of. As you walk the floors creak slightly but when you take a quick inhale there's no musty smell; it actually smells like a mixture of lavender and vanilla.

"Wow." You say trying to take it all in, doing a short 360-twirl in the centre of the room. "It's..."

But then, you blink at him. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous of you to think you'd be sleeping in the same bed together; after all, this was technically the second time you'd seen eachother. You could feel a blush rising as you clear your throat.

"If it's not to your liking then there are several others to choose from as you've seen." Helmut adds, watching you with a smile. "I can ask Ms. Anstrom to move the bed sheets if-"

"No! - no. This is... great." You blurt quickly and give him a sheepish smile. "It's perfect, really."

His gentlemanly behaviour never ceased to amaze (and woo) you. Perhaps it would be better take everything one small step at a time.

"Excellent." Zemo offers you his hand and a kind smile makes his cheeks dimple. "My room is just across the hall so I won't be far. Now, I believe you've been dragged around enough, food should be served shortly."

Dinner came and went; the vibrant, warm chatter between yourself and Helmut was added to by Oeznik and Ms. Anstrom; who very kindly shared stories and pictures of Helmut as a child and a very grumpy teenager. You never thought you'd see Zemo look so embarassed, his dimpled cheeks glowing as his sweet, doe eyes gave you an almost apologetic look.

After yawning a third time, Ms.Anstrom insisted you head to bed and chided both the men for keeping you up so late.

"They're excited to have someone new around." Zemo commented, walking you to your room. "I think they are bored of me."

You chuckle and give him a playful nudge. "They're lovely. And I hope you aren't jealous from the lack of attention."

"Of you? Never."

You snort and shake your head, pushing open your bedroom door slightly and you turn back to him. "I guess this is good night?"

"Goodnight Vrăjitore," he says, leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss. "I'm glad to have you here with me. You know where I am if you need anything."

He moves away slowly, almost resistant to go, and moves across the hall to his room. You watch him go, giving him a small wave as his door closes and you retreat into your room.

You don't know how long you'd be able to resist his gentlemanly charm. Resist him. But as you crawl under your covers you begin to smile to yourself as the memories of the day take root and wonder what the rest of your holiday has in store for you.

The snow glittered along the grounds, coating everything like powdered sugar. Your eyes were alight with childish whimsy but you still shivered as a gust of icy wind howled against the window. You were so lost in your own mesmiration that you didn't hear Zemo behind you, wrapping warm arms around your waist and resting his chin onto your shoulder.

"Vrăjitore," He murmurs to your ear. "Why are you awake so early? Come back to bed."

You rest your head against his, chuckling softly as you watch a dusting of snow blow across the icy plane outside. It was tempting. He was tempting. He was still deliciously warm and toasty, the hair on your arms prickling when his hands brushed down them and he pecked your cheek.

Your eyes catch his in the reflection of the window. Zemo's brown eyes are still heavy with sleep, his hair softly tousled and styled by the silk pillows, but he still manages the effortlessly loving gaze that you are helpless to fight against.

"Fine." You sigh, taking one last look at the sparkling snow before turning your head to him and cupping his warm cheek in your hand. "Let's go back to bed."

[darkmatilda]

could you write a fic about homer simpson pls? 🥰🥰🥰

𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 (𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫)

aka look at what i'm doing out of love for my wife @angellic4l

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have unrequited feelings for homer which is why you go to the place every day where you know you'll see him

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: unrequited love, communication problems, mutual pining, terrorist attack, the extinction of humanity, plague, let me know if i missed anything

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 100k (yeah...personal record)

𝐚/𝐧: as you know i'm not really online and i live under a rock so sometimes don’t get certain references. so im assuming you were talking about homer x simpson!reader? (SIMPSON stands for Sexy Intelligent Mysterious Passionate Sarcastic Outgoing Noticeable)

That day in ancient Greece was exceptionally beautiful. But not just that. It was also very ancient, very Greek, and very beautiful. The Colossus of Rhodes' balls gleamed in the morning light of the morning.

Your traditional tradition had become going to the Temple of Zeus, where among the towering columns you could find your beloved. Homer was…an interesting man. You could say you were friends. Sometimes you’d go out into the city to eat a Caesar salad or share an earbud, listening to your favorite song Achilles Come Down.

You’d had feelings for him for a long time. However, you didn’t know how to tell him. Maybe you should ask him out on a date? Apparently, Antigone was playing on Thursday.

You slowly entered the Temple of Zeus. By the way, apparently, Zeus had recently impregnated a goat. At least that’s what you’d heard.

Homer was sitting with the expression of a Greek philosopher, mumbling something under his breath—probably a fragment of the epic he’d been working on. Something about a guy who gets offended and, because of that, people die.

"Hey," you greeted him shyly.

Homer stirred at the sound of your voice. Above his head, on the temple wall, there was an inscription THEOPHILUS SHIT HERE. You loved street art.

"‘Hey" he greeted you, and his voice sent shivers down your spine.

"What’s up? you asked nervously, stressing over inviting him on a date. Unable to stop yourself, without waiting for an answer, you added "Listen, have you seen Antigone? The play?"

"Nah, bitch, I’m blind, remember?"

꧁༺ 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓔𝓝𝓓 ༻꧂

taglist: nah just kidding

sorry to everyone who thought for a second that this was a real fic

[cocogum]

✨Quirky✨ labels that describes them in a nutshell 🤭🥰

Yugo: blue alien boy

Adamaï: puberty’s bitch

Az: stress relief mascot ball

Amalia: horny grass princess

Eva: hot elf with daddy issues

Dally: dumbass ginger “woops! I did it again! 🤭🤪”

Ruel: Mr. Krabs holding adoption papers

Elely: Ginger 2.0 charged with arson

Flopin: invisible Link

Pin: Jack-Jack

Rubilax: demonic bromance

Madagaskan: retired blind sniper

Cleophee: hot elf who can kick

Goultard: ginger who can think

Oakheart: best salad king

Armand: delulu cabbage head

Canar: drag queen number 1

Renar: drag queen number 2

Aurora: blue trophy wife cow

Osamodas King: blue cow king

Efrim: tiny cute monster feet

Nora: pink lesbian

Mina: your scarred unpaid therapist

Phaeris: arm chewer

Qilby: the original momma’s boy

Shinonome: the shit picker

Glip: dad noises

Balthazar: grandpa noises

Eliatrope Goddess: helicopter parent definition

Alibert: gets thrown babies at him

Chibi: loud ass inventor

Grougaloragran: third person user

Prince Adale: fabulous tea sipper

General Mofette: bondage and whips

Grany Smisse: Meowth’s cousin

Remington: Zorro compensating with swords

Grufon: arachnid map

Anathar: copycat daddy voice

Kerosho: Adamaï’s forgettable achievement

Rushu: god wannabe

Black Ink: sentient food

Elaine: had a shitty childhood

Galanthe: rip thick hips

Noximilien: loves taking his time

Igôle: does not want to die

Cabotine: baby mama

Justice Knight: sweaty himbo

Pandiego: smelly drunk panda

Kabrok: retired wanderlust

Miranda: corn’s victim…

Vampyro: spirit halloween reject

Xav the Baker: croissant addict

Kriss Krass: tongue’s always out

Maude: goth chick

Ogrest: professional whiner

Otomaï: stressed out alchemist

Joris: experienced father and uncle babysitter

Kerubim: white furry with life issues

Simone: cleaner for hire

Julie: the embodiment of gay furry

Atcham: bald

Lilotte: furry orphan by choice

Khan Karkass: oily misogynistic ginger

Bakara: teacher’s pet snitcher

Julith: mommy milker terrorist

Jahash: died for getting laid

Jiva: just wanted to get laid

Poo: Kung Fu Panda

Echo: half lizard

Sipho: ugly ass lizard

Toxine: evil deadpool with an ass

Harebourg: narcissistic obsessed stalker

Oropo: clam sucker

Coqueline: raccoon girl

Dathura: leaf hottie

Dark Vlad: rock metal enthusiast

Black Bump: panty sniffer

Kali: professional sadist

Ush: furry sore loser

Arpagone: not an actual enutrof

Barik: elvis gone wrong

Cendre Mystigrine: forgettable furry

Ramona: best enutrof grandma

Harcelo Estep: disowned cuz wtf-

Messer: talking skull

Lacrima: did not deserve this

Winmo Nodorh: Flopin did it better

Lupa: sadist sympathizer

Atone: laser beam vision

Bouillon: fighting boner

Ripulse: name stands for “disgusted”

Sidaire: little sonic twerp

[iheartchv]

🌿🍒Hello! I'm putting this in for the mistletoe ask! Here is my info! (Also cod mwf2 please!)

I am an ISFP-T, and I have an Anxiety disorder. I make my own jewelry on occasion and have a very goblincore/corvidcore style. I like knitting and crocheting gifts for people and my love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

Physically I'm 5'5, a bit on the heavier side and blonde. I struggle with my self esteem but I'm in a pretty good spot recently.

Romantically, I have a thing for people who are taller than me, and certian styles of voices. I haven't been able to pin point what types but there are some that give me butterflies

Thank you so much!

// hello~ sure thing, I hope you'll like who I picked for you~💗

Your mistletoe match is...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would be your match

He's tall ✔

His voice is ufff 🥴 ✔

And I think he just fits your vibe

He may seem like a tough guy but he would fall in love with you

You are a breath of fresh air to him

For the sake of the scenario let's say you have a family member in the military and they happened to be in a team led by the infamous Ghost

You had heard stories about Ghost and thought he sounded like a pretty cool guy, despite his reputation

Some few years ago there was a terrorist attack in your home country and Task Force 141 was sent to handle the job

You were being held as a hostage at gun point, and then the masked man let you go as his body went limp

You had heard a gunshot and thought you had been hit...

"Are you alright?"

You heard a gruff British voice

When you opened your eyes there was a tall man wearing a skull mask

From the stories you heard, you figured this was Ghost

As a thank you, you gave him the raven/crow with skulls bracelet you wore

"This is a nice lil' trinket..." he said as he examined the detail put into it

"Thanks... I made it."

"... You've got a talent..."

You couldn't help the light blush that colored your cheeks

Even if you thought he was just being nice, his comment made you feel happy

❤️

Ghost loves physical touch too, so be prepared to have lots and lots of that

Hugs, cuddles, snuggling under the covers

The whole shabang 🥰

During the winter time, and during Christmas time, he'll be holding you close and wrapping his arms around you...

... Pulling you close to him

He can't get enough of your soft body

Kisses...

Oh you're going to be covered in them😉

During one Christmas Eve, he'd sneak you away from any eyes and steal a kiss from you under a mistletoe

Whether it was placed there by him or someone else, you didn't know

But his kisses always made you melt 🫠

[godsandvillains-if]

The team leaving mc to do something on their own and when they get back they still haven't done it and when asked why mc just avoids eye contact and says they can't read.

There's a moment in chapter one where MC's inability to read will be brought up, and it is not that the MC is 100% illiterate. They know a few things, like numbers, and a few important words like stop, danger, restricted section, evacuation shuttle, etc. Basically words that they saw a lot during their time with the terrorists, and could puzzle out their meaning.

The reader will be able to choose how the MC reacts to the whole thing.

Thank you for the question!! 🥰

[thesoulsofthedarned]

So I finished the Rimet Cup Event

It was really good! I enjoyed the event story a lot, mostly because of the characters and how they moved the plot along. Nothing felt boring or dragged out longer than it should, plus the character interactions were funny and wholesome.

Melania was a queen, I thought she was cool at first but seeing her in action was amazing. I also liked her dynamic with Ms. Acey, and her plan to steal the Rimet Cup was interesting to watch unfold. Pickles was cool too, though what really got me invested was his relationship with Charlton. Regulus and Mr. APPle’s side plot was funny, I’m glad I got to see more of them.

The character who really stole the show for me was Diggers. I already liked him because prior to this event I thought he was a typical chill hippie dude that was just a little in over his head. Then I found out that apparently people hated this guy because it turned out he was lowkey a terrorist??? Bro was stealing documents, disrupting the peace, drugged a whole BLOCK of people to throw an improvised block party, and apparently in a scene I haven’t seen yet, kidnapped Pickles because he got more attention than him?!

I thought my opinion on him would shift watching these events unfold but no, I love him all the same. He’s just this chaotic, silly lil dude who wants to spread peace (by doing it in the worst way possible)! This man was honestly hilarious, and the fact that he may or may not have joined the Manus Vindictae in 1.4 is just insane to me. Bro really thought the best way to spread peace and love was to join a literal terrorist cult, that’s actually hilarious.

TL;DR: event rerun was great, Diggers was the best character, I love him 🥰