#leblanc x reader

[bestwitchsam]

LEBLANC the Deceiver

#Arcane

[sylverstorms]

“You look your best when you’re at my mercy” League of Legends Version.

Katarina has her hands everywhere on you the second your door closes behind her. Lips hot on yours, she walks you back at a dizzying pace, silently demanding you trust her to lead you to bed, or whichever other surface she decides she wants you on tonight. 

In itself, the intensity is nothing new; she’s a crimson hurricane on most of her nightly visits, one that leaves you breathless, wrecked in more ways than one. Of course, like the wind, she isn’t a solid to be held on to. One moment she’s on top of you, skilled and firm and perfect, the next... gone.

And yet, it’s hard for two people regularly doing all the things you do not to grow closer to each other in the process. You have come to know the infamous assassin of Noxus, what she likes, what triggers her. So tonight you are sure something has ticked her off, judging by how fast your shirt and bra are damn near ripped off your torso.

Teeth latch on the spot underneath your jaw that never fails to make you weak. She sucks –hard– and you gasp out her name in a sound torn between begging and warning. The low chuckle that comes right by your ear makes you dig your nails into her toned biceps, the contours of which you can feel through her black, form-fitting blouse. You wish the smug bastard didn't turn you on so powerfully, alas. 

The haze of your mind hardly lets you notice when your knees hit the mattress. You only register that you are horizontal underneath her when she pulls back to look down at you, admiring her handiwork through darkened, smokey emeralds. 

A smirk as sharp as her knives curls her lips. “It really suits you, you know. Being at my mercy.”

Except she's known to show none. 

Syndra takes whatever she wants the moment she wants it. ‘No’ is a foreign word to her and certainly not one you think to say when she shows up out of nowhere, grabs you by the shoulder, then pushes you through a portal straight into her room. By the time the nausea dies down, your back is already against a wall, her succulent, dark-painted lips molded in-between yours. 

She always tastes of raw arcane. Every hungry kiss, every electric touch, every inch of her lithe body. Everything about her is limitless magic and unrestrained power, as addictive as the most potent drug. Against all common sense, you’re already hooked on her, wholly and completely. No matter how many times you have her, you can never get enough. 

If asked how this ordeal began, you have no answer to give. One moment you were stuck in a boring league event exchanging quips about Ionia with a white-haired, noble-looking woman –insufferably arrogant, but undeniably hot in her purple, slit dress. The next, she was sucking your tongue like a lollipop in an empty room. She took her pleasure on your fingers, then left you to gape after her as she opened a portal to a distinct fortress floating in the sky; the home of the Dark Sovereign. 

“Nothing smart to say now?” 

She repeats the words of your first time together against your mouth. Her hand slides up your chest to lock firmly around your neck, manicured nails biting ever-so-slightly in, guiding you down onto her queen-sized bed. She defies gravity with how gracefully she climbs on top. Two darkly-shining spheres trap your hands over your head while strong, warm, stocking-clad thighs squeeze your lower half into submission. 

“I prefer you quiet, anyway.” she smirks. “And completely at my mercy.” 

Elise likes to corner you. A lot. Whether it is in empty alcoves or the dark caverns where Black Rose meetings take place, she will block your path and slowly walk you back against the nearest wall. That is where you find yourself again, trapped between chitinous spider limbs and her forearms at either side of your head, her breath ghosting by the shell of your ear. Your heart thunders in your chest –the blood is rushing straight between your legs– and you're sure she can feel it. 

She's smiling. Enjoying this. You know she is. Elise appreciates having total control outside and inside the bedroom. She is an apex predator and you her willing victim; the fly that felt the spider's teeth scrape its skin and somehow survived, only to become addicted to the sensation. Every moment spent lost in her  is another date with danger, but that's what makes it so intoxicating. 

The inches of height she has on you bring your mouth level with the inviting crook of her neck, just at the ends of her chic crimson hair. The marble skin there calls to you like a siren. Her expensive perfume cocoons you in raw desire for her. Before you realize what you're doing you are worshiping her pulse point and she chuckles into your ear.

"Eager, are we?" she coos, long fingers winding through your hair to tilt your head back, so her mouth hovers above yours like sweet poison that's just about to drip. "I do like that."

A kiss comes; deep and sinful. One that is deceptively honeyed, if not for the bite on your upper lip as you part. Her hands push down on your shoulders and your knees touch the cold ground, but you do not much care. Not when her fingers curl under your chin and guide it on her thigh, at the gaps of her outfit. 

“Good.” she praises. “Don't you forget that is your place; on your knees between my legs, entirely at my mercy.” 

Evelynn is unpredictable on her best days. The idol could come up to you simply to link your arms as you walk through a crowd because she's feeling possessive, then ignore you for the rest of the day. Likewise, she may lean into your ear in public, whisper the kinkiest, hottest thing imaginable, then maintain her aloof poker face while you ache for her for hours. 

Tonight her hand –absent the ring-claws, thankfully– is firm on your stomach, walking you back until you are pressed against the hood of her Lamborghini. She teases her dark, glossy mouth just above yours the entire time, enticing you with what you can have as a reward if you play nice. Her creamy thigh slides between your legs like smoke, locks you against her heat and the cool metal of her car. 

Whining her name and straining to kiss her only earn you a lethal smirk. Evelynn instead traps your chin between a thumb and pointer, turns it the other way so you bare your neck to her like an offering. Plush, full lips brand your already heated skin, before pearly teeth join in to set your stomach on fire. Her expensive scent, her ministrations, her perfect body, they're almost too much to handle at once. 

Satisfied after you are sufficiently marked as hers, she guides you by the chin into the liplock you've been craving. The sensation of kissing her is otherworldly; like you're suspended on a dark cloud, in a world of promises dripping sin. The hand on your stomach pushes you more firmly, in a way that would make the edges of the car behind you hurt if pain didn't only enhance pleasure in this moment. Then her nails bite into your skin a little, drag down to the belt of your pants… 

“You're such a pretty sight like this, darling.” she grins. “I do so love to have you at my mercy.”

LeBlanc is a secret shrouded in smoke and mirrors. You never know what to expect with her, if she will act indifferent towards you as if you have never tasted the dark velvet lipstick on her lips, or find her way into your room in the dead of night to keep you up for hours. It is her name that leaves your throat hoarse the following day, but you can never know if she was ever really with you, or if it was all another illusion. 

Even now, with her cool, long fingers slithering down your bare stomach –gods, the tremors her touch leaves in its wake– another set of hands undressing you from behind, rubbing teasing circles on your shoulders while two mouths suck languorously on opposite sides of your neck, you aren’t sure which is the clone. Maybe they both are. The real her could be sitting at a darkened corner of her room, admiring the view with a glass of wine in hand. You want to banish the thought that she may not even be here.

Then again, perhaps there is no use seeking her out at all. As she has told you, there is little difference between herself and her clones. She is her duplicates and she is everywhere. Right this moment, she is everywhere around you. On you. In you. All you can smell is the subtle spice of her perfume as she tugs your hair to expose more of your neck to her. All you can see is her burning violet gaze and her sultry smirk that makes you ache for a kiss. If this is nothing but a dream, you still don’t ever want to wake up. 

Instead, you open your mouth to ask for more, yet her finger has already silenced you. LeBlanc leans close, close enough that you can feel the vibration of her voice on your lips;

“My greedy girl.” she coos. “You love this, don’t you? Knowing every inch of you is at my mercy...” 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery

warnings: mention of menstruation, swearing

“hey mon?” I asked as I shifted uncomfortably. “Do you have any…” I trailed off and gave her a look, knowing the guys didn’t like us talking about this in front of them. “In there?” I nodded towards the bathroom. Joey gave me a strange look and Monica nodded.

“yeah. Bottom drawer under the sink.” She said, a small smile of her face. “Pain killers are in the mirror cabinet.” I nodded my thanks and went to take care of my problem. When I was done, I stood in the doorway and scrunched up my nose. Joey looked over at me again.

“You alright (Y/N)?” He asked. I smiled at him and shook my head.

“not really. I’m gonna go across the hall and lay down.” I said, walking over and kissed his head. “I’ll see you all later.” A chorus of feel betters and see yous followed me out the door. I went over to joeys room and laid down with the intent to go to sleep.

“hey.” I turned and saw Joey standing in the doorway. “Phoebe explained why you aren’t feeling good.” I smiled softly at him. “Monica gave me some stuff for the bathroom and I thought I’d come keep you company. Get you anything you needed y’know?” I nodded and held my hand out for him.

“Joey.” I breathed out. “You’re sweet.” He shrugged and looked a little bashful. “Right now I need you here with me.” He took my hand and curled up next to me. Laying my head on his chest, I gently drew circles on his shirt. “You said phoebe explained it?”

“yeah. She was actually really nice about it. Chandler was being judgy.” Joey complained. I nodded and looked up at him with a smile.

“Why don’t you tell me what she said and I can explain it a bit more?” I offered. Joey lit up and I breathed out a sigh of relief as he started asking questions.

[bestwitchsam]

MEL MEDARDA #ARCANE

[kiasnocturnality]

Which one of your characters has a thing for (consensual) hypno during sex? How would they react to their s/o asking them to be hypnotized? 👀

✩⋆ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: alois leblanc, desdemona nausikáa, va'ariniel ninelhuinn-taezerilen, taruqu'inel taezerilen 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe this sounded fun <3 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, hypno kink, dubcon

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

✭ context is what matters most to this vampire. He finds it rather dull to hypnotise you if you're just together in bed like any other night. He'd much rather know you're giving yourself to him of your own will and desire.

✭ however, if you've decided to initiate a chase, he'll love to hypnotise you once he gets close enough. He wants to see the foggy confusion as you forget why you were running at all and start to stumble as though sleepwalking straight into his arms. He'll weaken his hold over your mind once he's securely squeezing you close to him with a fanged grin.

✭ "Oh? Have you had a change of heart, my sunlight~?"

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

✭ oh she'll love to do it. Desdemona has the most powerful hypnosis out of everyone here and can completely override your will with just a spoken word. But she won't just agree to it, oh no. She'll stay completely silent while you beg for it.

✭ She wants to prove that you're so desperate to be under her control even without her persuading you to feel such a way. She's smile at you with her black cherry lips as you kneel at her feet. Maybe she'll even reach out and stroke your cheek with her knuckles just to let you know when you're starting to do a good enough job of begging.

✭ "That's my sweet little thing... you'll listen to every word I say, won't you? You need my commands more than anything else in the world..."

. * ⋆ . · 　. VA’ARINIEL

✭ Va'ari knows she's a bit of a control freak and that extends to the bedroom too when she's not in the mood to just unwind and be the one getting pampered; so, you catch her interest when you suggest she mesmerise you in bed.

✭ she'll agree but she won't do it right away, oh no. She'll wait until she's settled between your thighs with her fingers curling up to rub against your sweet spot each time she pistons her two fingers in and out of your sticky pussy. She only needs to make eye contact with you to mesmerise you and so, just as you're on the verge of orgasm...

✭ "look at me, sweetheart. There you go~ don't look away... don't cum. You're not allowed to cum until I say so~"

. * ⋆ . · 　. TARUQU’INEL

✭ Taru... isn't actually all that into it. You're his piece of truth in his charade of a life and he wants to always see you as your most authentic self, never being pupeteered the way he is every day.

✭ though, it does give him another idea... for a split second, he mesmerises you and claims he's changed his mind, letting that warm and fuzzy feeling fall over you to lure him into believing he's keeping your mind hostage. Between slow, firm thrusts into your warm walls, he kisses and nibbles your ear as he asks you filthy questions and you answer honestly each time, believing you're being made to do so.

✭ "Look at how filthy you are... moaning all these dirty answers out f'me..." He laughs lowly, "And you haven't even been mesmerised at all..."

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, low self worth

AN: so my friends saved my birthday but I still am gonna post this as I think it’s pretty good.

I rubbed my eye as I climbed the flight of stairs. I paused in the middle of the hallway, looking from one door to the other. Finally making up my mind, I knocked on the door. It opened quickly and Joey immediately pulled me into a hug after seeing my face.

“I got you.” He murmured as he maneuvered us into the apartment.

“I know the party doesn’t start for a couple hours but I needed to get out.” My words were muffled against his shoulder. “I ordered a pizza.” Joey pulled back and looked at me in shock.

“you ordered a pizza without me?!” He cried. I laughed as I wiped away the remaining tears.

“It’s getting delivered here.” I patted his chest and pulled him closer. He gently stroked my hair as he started to rock back and forth.

“That’s better.” He grumbled. “The Joey special?” I nodded as I tightened my grip on him. I chuckled as he let go of me to pump his fist.

“Want to play some foosball?” I asked as I pulled away. Joey hesitated as I made my way to the table. I rolled one of the arms and looked up at him. Nodding Joey joined me. We played until the pizza showed up and then we set up at the counter.

“Want to talk about it?” I shrugged.

“Same old shit.” I muttered. “When am I gonna meet someone, when am I moving out, when am I going to grow up.” Joey reached over and squeezed my hand. “Is it so wrong that I just want to live my life on my terms?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” He offered. “If it helps any, Rachel moved in with Ross. I could use a roommate.” I smiled as I met his eyes.

“that’d be great. It’s closer to work and I get them off my back.” Joey smiled and nodded before going back to his pizza.

“so that’s one down.” I nodded. “And in theory, that’s all down. Since they won’t know…” I nodded again.

“I’m really thankful you guys don’t care.” I muttered, not meeting his gaze. “Sometimes I don’t think I’m lovable. You ever feel that way?” Looking up, Joey frowned at me.

“I’m lovable. You’re lovable.” He stood up and hugged me again. “We all love you (Y/N).” I shook my head, resting my head on his shoulder.

“That’s not what I mean Joey.” He squeezed me tighter.

“I know what you mean.” He kissed the top of my head. “I love you.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Like I really love you.” Squeezing him tighter, I looked up at him.

“Really?” My voice shook. Joey nodded before cupping my cheek. “Joey please don’t…” he shook his head.

“I’m not.” His thumb moved back and forth over my cheekbone. “I love you. For who you are.” Squeezing my eyes shut again, I leaned into his touch.

“I love you too Joey.” Opening my eyes, I saw the bright smile he gave me, forcing a matching one onto my face.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” He whispered before giving me the best gift he ever could.

[ghostlythinggoingaround]

helloooo can someone pls write something for my man Johnny Orlando??? like damn he's hot i need some good fanfics to feed my delulu brain😭 there's none

[bestwitchsam]

Leblanc is coming 😭

[quennofsblog]

Red Sea | Gojo Satoru

Prologue

x fem!OC You can read as a reader :) Doesn't fully follow the Canon plot!!!!

Synopsis: After so long apart, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto come together to negotiate amid chaos, but remembering the past can be very painful.

Two men.

Gathered in a colorful abyss waiting for salvation and to be the saviors of humanity.

Both want the same things, but in different ways, one will sacrifice himself if possible for his goals, the other will sacrifice everything necessary to achieve his goals.

Face to face, beautiful and tragic memories came back to the surface, just looking at their eyes again was as if pieces of broken glass passed through their eyes, marks that were on their bodies did not erase what they both felt, nor what they felt.

Now, as an irony of fate, the most powerful men in humanity, gathered again in negotiations, ready to give and end everything that each other meant.

"Suguru."

"Satoru. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The black-haired man just smiled calmingly, even after everything, he was happy to meet his friend once again.

"That's right... I didn't think this meeting would happen... Under these circumstances." The platinum just sighed in defeat, his heavenly blue eyes swept over the scene, as ironically, it was very... Relaxing.

Satoru could breathe deeply there, as if no worry could catch him in that place, a sunset warmed them in a calming way, at the same time as a nostalgic breeze enveloped them.

"Surprised, aren't you? This place always helps me think. Oh, how's Floki? I've never seen that gluttonous ball of beauty again."

Floki... A name that squeezed Satoru's heart, an old friend who gave him so many positive emotions but who now belongs to the thousands of pieces of glass scattered around.

"Floki is no more." Steady, impatient eyes contrasted with Suguru's sharp eyes that fell a little at the statement. "What do you want anyway, Suguru?"

"I want Sukuna's seven fingers."

"Why do you need them?" Suguru's loud laugh would normally make him shiver, but after so many years apart and seeing the direction of their lives, nothing shook him anymore.

"Don't act stupid, Satoru, it doesn't suit your age anymore, it's not even necessary to be a genius for what I want with the fingers."

"If I give it to you, what will you give me in return?" Satoru just sighed, but curiously, he couldn't think of anything worthy of the exchange of fingers from the near destruction of the world.

"A soul."

"Soul?"

"You're still slow huh? Just the soul of Phoenix Leblanc."

Satoru's blue eyes just widened, shock coursing through his body, as if just that name invoked climate change in him and him alone, a vague feeling of nostalgia returned at the idea, but he quickly dismissed it, he knows it's impossible to bring someone back to life, he knows, because he's already tried. The results he obtained torment him to this day, haunted by the idiocy he committed that day.

He just looked at Suguru in disbelief, he knew that at this point, there would be no saving the man from the firm, psychotic eyes in front of him.

Geto, by using the name of the most important person to Gojo, who knew well what Phoenix Leblanc meant to the platinum artist, showed himself to be cruel, very cruel.

He couldn't simply believe in these absurdities, even though the depths of his consciousness tried to convince him to accept, he knew that when he accepted, he didn't know how this "soul" worked, but he knew that "soul" would never be his Phoenix.

He would be subject to going through the loss a second time, and he refuses if that's the case, Gojo knew he would never recover again, he could finally understand Geto Suguru if that happened, and maybe that's what Geto wants, a way for both of them to come together and destroy this rotten world.

He just looked back at the warm sun, sighing.

Not this time Suguru.

Forgive me.

Forgive me Phoenix.

"Straight forward as always. You have indeed gone crazy."

"Maybe I be."

"I don't know how you intended to resurrect someone, but-

"It's not resurrecting, her soul is alive, even if it's not in front of us, she's alive in our memories, and in the memories of everyone who knows her, and in her following stories ahead, like a haunting that doesn't go away, no Do you want to get rid of this curse?"

Could he subject himself to that?

Was Phoenix's soul still alive?

...

No.

No more.

Satoru will not be like his best friend, a desperate guy looking for meaning after losing his own.

He already has meanings, she is waiting for him at home, watching television, perhaps playing with dolls and searching his room for sweets.

He wasn't strong enough to protect her, but he will be strong enough to protect his ideas and pass them on.

"I'm fine like this, and I'm not going to accept your proposal, it wouldn't benefit me in...anything."

"..."

"I see, so know that we will be at complete odds from now on."

"Alright, we'll be ready."

With this, the comforting domain disperses with the wind, giving vision to a worn and old office, once a colorful place full of life, but now, it has just become just another one.

He knew that now there was going to be a war, he was arrogant enough to accept it, and arrogant enough to know that he will win.

It does not matter anymore.

He sat in the wheelchair watching Suguru leave the room, realizing that their ideals had separated them once again, like a barrier that had separated them since that day, that time he couldn't do anything for his best friend, joining his list of life regrets that he doesn't have the courage to shake off.

"Not even the strongest can protect everyone..."

Sighing, before looking at the picture frame with four figures, a woman with a clumsy flower crown in her flaming red hair, a cute and frowning kitten perched on her head, himself hugging his shoulder with one arm while in the other he held his entire life, slightly pink hair like theirs smiling beautifully at the camera, and a crown of flowers on his head, along with the smiles that everyone had.

Satoru smiled fondly as he looked at his family, running his finger gently over the photo.

"It's time."

Thank you for watching this, if you could contribute with reblogs and comments I would greatly appreciate it.❤️

English is not my first language, so there is a high chance of errors.

My previous posts:

Everything you let go | Itoshi Sae from Blue Lock

Rosy cheeks | Suguru Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen

[kiasnocturnality]

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‎‎‎‎‎- ˏˋ  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐 : 𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚  ˊˎ -

⊹ ° . tips: your choices have consequences and will unlock different scenes and endings. Be sure to only begin your play-through from this main menu.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏... 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

ᥫ᭡⋆ :₊ CURSE BEARER g̴̛̤̦̭̭͕͉͇̹̞͛͋̓ͅą̴̪̹͙͕̍m̶͍̀̊̎̚e̸̖̜͆̾̒̈ ̶̨̤̣̱̝̤̺̝̍͐͆̄͐̿́̕͜͝͝f̸̱̼̤̫̖͓̫̾͒̒́̃̃̈̚i̶̛̬͉̣̥̖͊̀̐̈͋͘̚̕l̷̢̄̔̽̂̐̐͒̌ȇ̸̦͉̭̜͉̻͉͔̦̟̆̕ ̵̛̤̯̣͖̀̊͠ċ̸̢̥͖̥̝̈̎̒̕͠ͅo̴͉̱͗̉̈́̽̉r̵͖̥͙̻̥͓͓͋͋̒͗͘͝r̵̹̼͙̫̺̞̦̍͐͒̌̌̈̅͜͝ͅu̵͉̳̩̼͕̔̓̇͐͠p̵̟͒̏̽̕͝t̷̠͗́̉̂̒̾̽̓̕͠e̸̡͓̜̠͗́̑̍̇̆d̵͈̥͎͈͎̰͓̬̓̄̑̈́

ᥫ᭡⋆ :₊ VAMPIRE HUNTER g̴̛̤̦̭̭͕͉͇̹̞͛͋̓ͅą̴̪̹͙͕̍m̶͍̀̊̎̚e̸̖̜͆̾̒̈ ̶̨̤̣̱̝̤̺̝̍͐͆̄͐̿́̕͜͝͝f̸̱̼̤̫̖͓̫̾͒̒́̃̃̈̚i̶̛̬͉̣̥̖͊̀̐̈͋͘̚̕l̷̢̄̔̽̂̐��͒̌ȇ̸̦͉̭̜͉̻͉͔̦̟̆̕ ̵̛̤̯̣͖̀̊͠ċ̸̢̥͖̥̝̈̎̒̕͠ͅo̴͉̱͗̉̈́̽̉r̵͖̥͙̻̥͓͓͋͋̒͗͘͝r̵̹̼͙̫̺̞̦̍͐͒̌̌̈̅͜͝ͅu̵͉̳̩̼͕̔̓̇͐͠p̵̟͒̏̽̕͝t̷̠͗́̉̂̒̾̽̓̕͠e̸̡͓̜̠͗́̑̍̇̆d̵͈̥͎͈͎̰͓̬̓̄̑̈́

ᥫ᭡⋆ :₊ CAR CRASH VICTIM While driving through the forestry countryside on a rainy night, a deer has run in front of your car and you’ve swerved to avoid it, resulting in you losing control of your car and crashing. Unharmed but with your phone smashed at the crash site, you follow a muddy trail uphill where lights twinkle in the distance between the trees. 

𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 :

⋆ :₊ true ending: way back home ⋆ :₊ true ending: way back home II ⋆ :₊ good ending: darling guest ⋆ :₊ bad ending: suspect ⋆ :₊ bad ending: lights out

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can you do some relationship hcs for sherry leblanc

Sherry leblanc relationship headcanons

She likes to randomly talk to you in French, especially to flirt with you, but she will be very surprised if you talk back to her,both because she didn't expect your flirting and because she didn't know you could talk French.

Her favorite types of dates are when you just drive around on your duel runners, she particularly likes it when you both use hers and you cling onto her.

She also enjoys dueling with you cause she can both spend time with you and sharpen her dueling skills to defeat lliaster

Her main ways of showing affection is by doing small things for you like holding your hands or giving you small gifts.

[raekensluver]

so i wrote a small fic based off of my friends dr with joey...do i post....?

[starry-moonshine]

Hello!

I wanted to let everyone know that I am back after a long hiatus. I also wanted to say that I'm coming out with a Friends master list, and could use some requests!

I also wanted to say that I am very saddened by the death of Matthew Perry, and want to send my condolences to his friends, family, co-stars and fellow friends fans. May he rest in peace.

Thank you.

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Silver lining

First date - tell me more, tell me more - Black velvet dress - Cloudy mornings and sweet bareness - Kiss me, you fool - Waiting in the wings - You're only falling now? - Morning dew and dances - Cannibalypse now - Blood in the water

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Summary: Timmy reminisces about what happened to him, giving Hunter hope while also sowing fear regarding Kelvin.

Tim stood over Kelvin's bloody body, sweat pouring down his face. He was an expert in only a very specific field of science but now he was forced to use his knowledge in a life and death situation. He had done what he could to close the wound, but he knew it was only a temporary fix. It all depended on Kelvin's will to live and if the wound would get infected or not, but the chances of him surviving were dangerously low. What bugged Tim the most was that time was running out as he nervously glanced at his watch. He gave Hunter a bottle of pills and instructed him to give them to Kelvin as soon as he regains consciousness.

"Will he make it?", Hunter asked, his eyes remaining on the sleeping body of his friend.

"I don't know", Tim shook his head, "you need to decide soon, if we're not in the cube before the timer runs out, all will be lost."

"What do you mean? You keep talking about cycles, timers and that cube, but what the fuck does it mean?!", Hunter almost yelled, the frustration growing unbearable.

"You wouldn't believe it even if I tried to explain it to you", his hand grabbed Hunter's shoulder.

"We've been attacked by cannibals, hell I even saw weird creatures trying to eat me alive and", the soldier's eyes angrily glared at Tim, "what the fuck was that blob thing in that bunker?! So please, do try me and tell me what the fuck is going on!"

Tim motioned Hunter to sit down as he retold the story of how his father and him boarded a plane, looking forward to enjoying a nice holiday together, but ended up crashing a horror infested island, not very unlike the one he was on right now. As he spoke, Timmy's face became more and more animated, his gestures more frenzied. His expression darkened as he explained the possible connection between the cruel experiments a power hungry corporation performed on him and what was happening here and now, holding up the papers he found scavenging through the bunkers to find the cube.

"I know that cube causing this," Timmy said, his voice shaking with a strange excitement, waving his hands around as that would prove his point, "it's an artifact. It's creating a portal to another universe, the side effects causing everything and everyone to mutate that isn't in this cube and it will happen every at cycles and the next portal will open in exactly one day."

Hunter listened patiently, his mind was torn between going up in flames at Timmy's absurd story or just ignoring the meaning of it and decide to do whatever it took to not end up as one of these monsters and finally get off this cursed place.

"And what happens if we don't make it there in time? I have to carry Kelvin, he'll not be able to walk all the way down to the beach", Hunter's brows furrowed, afraid to already know the answer.

Timmy's expression darkened, balling his hands into fists, avoiding to even glimpse at the man in front of him.

"I don't know for sure," he whispered barely audible, "but you've seen the slug in the room."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Let's do it. I'll carry Kelvin in my arms if I have to!"

You paced around in your living room, a bit over two weeks and still no message from Robert. You held your phone in your hands, hesitantly staring at it, not knowing what to write. He could just be not interested in you anymore, that would be the easiest and yet most painful explanation to his silence. But something at the back of your mind refused to believe it. The way he acted around you, the deep discussions and intimate moments the two of you shared. All of it seemed to be genuine and he most definitely didn't strike as the stereotypical army hotshot that ghost someone after a steamy night. Fear gripped your heart, clinging tightly to it as it would try to suffocate you. Something about all this felt seriously wrong but no matter how desperately you tried to come up with a solution to this, you weren't able to figure out how to get a hold of your soldier. As you tried to call the base he was stationed on this morning, a rude voice on the other end of the phone only spat at you, explaining that they wouldn't have the time to waste on heartbroken women calling to ask about a soldier they briefly met. You chose to ignore that answer, not monkeying around with someone who clearly had no intention of helping you.

Kelvin groaned as his eyes slowly opened, his body feeling as if it had been hit by a truck. He tried to move up, but the intense pain pinned him to straight back to the bed.

"What...happened?" he managed to croak, his lips barely forming the question.

His comrade Hunter, was still sitting by his side, holding a flask to his lips and putting a pill in his mouth.

"Please take this, it'll help you with the pain and to avoid infection," Hunter said in a loud, uncomfortable tone.

He knew Kelvin had trouble hearing which had gotten him in this situation, and he wanted to make sure he could understand him. Kelvin swallowed the pill reluctantly and gulped down a few sips of the water, coughing faintly at the feeling of the rather big dry pill almost getting caught in his throat.

"We're still on the island, Kel," Hunter began slowly, "you ventured out alone and were ambushed by the enemy. You got hit, and I had to carry your almost lifeless body back here."

Kelvin's mind raced with questions, but the pain in his waist made it hard to think. He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how if he was to get through this, not noticing how Hunter had been writing down sedulously in the notepad. He placed it in Kelvin's hands, smiling faintly.

I've found a way out! We need to go to the beach as soon as possible! Please recover quickly! I'll get you out of here!

Part 11 - The Cube

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