#like even a member of sees gets killed off!!!!!!!

[hgfictionwriter]

Revelations: Part Four

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie's family stops by for a visit and you feel the divide growing bigger. You're at a loss for how to reconnect, but try - misguided or not.

Warnings: G!P smut. Angsty, emotional smut. G!P penetrative sex. Hand job. Shower sex.

A/N: The rest of the series is here. The emotions in the story are messy. Reader is very hurt and doesn't know how to move forward. Jessie's trying to make everyone happy, including and especially Reader, but doesn't necessarily know how to do that.

"It's so good to see you, sweetie."

You returned Jessie's mom's smile as you reciprocated the sentiment and hugged her back before hugging Jessie's dad and sister.

Her parents and sister dropped off their things at the hotel they were staying at nearby and had just arrived at your and Jessie's apartment.

You proceeded to exchange pleasantries with them; something that was very easy, they were always so warm and welcoming from day one and you felt like a member of their family even before Jessie placed a ring on your finger.

This time felt different though. You tried to not get too lost in your thoughts, but you couldn't help but keep coming back to the reason they were here in the first place.

It wasn't to help with wedding planning. It wasn't just to visit and say 'hi'.

They were here to meet Zoie. And Sara.

Their grandkid - and niece - and the woman Jessie shared her with.

You did your best to smile and act normal. Like this wasn't still killing you inside.

They talked about the agenda and the logistics of their visit. When they were meeting Sara and Zoie. Where. Was Jessie still sure the gifts they brought okay? There was much to sort out and verify and you really had nothing to add. How could you? It wasn't your child they were meeting. Jessie was the one who knew Sara's schedule, not you.

So you smiled and nodded along as though you were just as much a part of this as anyone could be and like it was old news. That all of this was totally fine and so were you.

And as Jessie held your hand and smiled at you as she talked, it was as easy as it could be.

It was harder to pretend when her family talked to you one on one.

"So, how are you doing?" Her mother asked as she came up to you in the kitchen while you poured waters for everyone. You immediately clenched your jaw and swallowed before catching yourself, practicing your smile as you filled the last glass before looking up at her.

"I'm doing okay," you said as brightly as you could. As much as you wanted to act normal, saying you were 'great' would've been far too much a reach for anyone to believe.

She reached out and laid a warm hand on yours, giving a light squeeze as she offered you a small smile that immediately almost brought tears to your eyes. You laughed quietly and turned away to put the water filter in the fridge, trying to compose yourself in those few seconds.

Your eyes flit over to the diamond ring on your finger as you held the fridge door open. You were the one with the ring. You were the one she wanted. You repeated these affirmations in your head and took a quick breath before turning back around.

"It's a shock for everyone," her mom spoke gently as you returned. "I can imagine it hasn't been easy to navigate."

You held her gaze, but you wanted her to stop. You didn't want to talk about this. You were barely hanging on as is. And having her look at you with this apologetic expression - or maybe it was pity - it was just too much to bear.

"It's alright," you said with a forced smile. "It's a lot for Jessie, too. And she's been great about things - now that I know." Your chest twinged in residual anger at how she hid everything from you, but you pushed past it. "She's been really thoughtful and considerate even though she's dealing with so much herself."

You cleared your throat.

"Um, and yeah, Zoie's wonderful. She's so much like Jessie in some ways, it's uncanny," you said with a quiet chuckle. You held your smile steady. "You'll love her."

Her mom smiled and reached out cupping your cheek warmly and just took you in for a couple of seconds. You felt tears starting to burn behind your eyes. You tore yourself away with another forced laugh and gathered two of the glasses.

If she noticed your burgeoning emotions, she made no comment of it.

What was hardest of all though was when you all went to meet with Zoie and Sara at the playground.

Just as before, you did your best to fit in. To be pleasant and warm as you watched her family interacting with her daughter. You stood there quietly, feeling so out of place as they smiled and hugged Jessie's ex, getting to know her, laughing and seeing her be welcomed in as well.

It was a beautiful thing; a family so loving and open, and such a contrast to how bitter and dark you felt in the midst of all of this warmth and new connections.

It wasn't about you. You kept telling yourself that over and over as you felt your mood and mental state sinking lower and lower to no avail. You felt so frustrated with yourself that you could cry. While everyone was getting to know one another, playing and running around, you berated yourself repeatedly for how you just couldn't get on board. Why couldn't you just be happy like everyone else?

No, you were too selfish. This little girl was discovering a new family. After years of missing out, was now being showered with love and affection from the family she should've had from day one. And somehow, pathetically, you just felt sorry for yourself. It felt like you weren't meant to be here. You felt insignificant and like you didn't belong anymore.

"Are you good?"

Jessie's inquiry pulled you from your thoughts. You wanted to snap at her - immediately upset that she was even remotely aware that perhaps you were anything but perfectly okay. You caught yourself.

"I'm good," you promised with a reassuring nod.

Again. It was not about you right now.

She gave you a sweet smile and grabbed you by both hands, gently pulling you towards the action and further into the group. Your heart both melted and ached, and you let her pull you either way.

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"We'll be back soon, okay?"

Her parents said as they hugged you both goodbye a few days later.

"And you'll set up a video call with all us and Zoie and Sara for next weekend, right?" Her dad asked. Jessie nodded patiently.

"Yes, dad," she laughed.

"K, just making sure," he said in a joking manner.

You were hugging Elysse when her dad's hushed voice caught your attention. You glanced out of the corner of your eye to see him pulling Jessie aside.

You remained focused on Elysse, but discretely strained to hear what Jessie and her dad were discussing.

"...it's okay...don't worry about it...consider it our gift to you both..."

After her family drove off and you and Jessie went back upstairs to your apartment you watched her quietly. She was acting entirely normal. You were much more vigilant about her behaviour now after everything, but she seemed fine.

Before, you would've assumed if there was something worth telling you, she'd tell you. It was hard to feel confident about that again so quickly though.

"What were you and your dad talking about at the end there?" You asked as she began preparing lunch.

She paused briefly and your senses went into high alert.

She looked over at you, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

"Um, my parents are gifting us part of the venue costs for the wedding," she said in what you imagined she aimed to be a nonchalant way. You frowned at her.

"I thought they were paying for decorations," you said.

She continued pulling things out of the fridge.

"Yeah, they are," she said simply. You frowned further at the back of her head.

"I don't get it. Didn't our last payment for the venue go through already?"

You saw her taking a deep breath before she responded, "Yeah, it did."

You exhaled gruffly, irritation settling in your chest over her simplistic responses.

"So - what's going on?" You asked, tone growing sharp. She took another deep breath and put down her utensils to face you. She folded her arms in front of herself.

"I-" she paused, her expression shifting to an apologetic look that you'd become far too familiar with in recent times. A lump formed in your throat immediately.

"I had to borrow some money from them for my part of the last payment," she admitted, gaze dropping to the floor for several moments before she braved a look at you. She took a step forward, talking eagerly - desperately - now. "It was supposed to be temporary. It's just with the timing of that last payment...with the lawyer fees, and child support, and everything, I didn't have a lot readily available. I have it, you know that, it just wasn't liquid so...I asked my parents."

Your blood was boiling and yet again, you felt a wave of guilt come over you at how ashamed and upset Jessie looked over this confession.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me?" You nearly hissed.

She exhaled roughly, her shoulders slumping as she mustered a response. "I felt terrible! You were so hurt and upset with everything already. You've made so many concessions and you've been so supportive already - I couldn't add this. This was mine to deal with; I didn't want it to affect you."

"Well guess what - every fucking thing you do affects me! So yes, when you have a kid with someone else and you have to pay a shit ton to lawyers, pay child support - including offering to help her pay for her move up here," you added seethingly, "and then can't pay for parts of our wedding. Yes - it impacts me. Fuck, Jess."

Jessie's eyes were still downcast and she frowned harshly as she withstood your reproach.

"You should've told me. We could've figured it out together," you said, tone quieter this time. "I'm so sick of you lying to me. This has to stop."

She closed her eyes. "I just didn't want to push you any more. I know you're dealing with a lot already."

"I'm your fiancée, Jess. Your partner. I know things are tense right now. Delicate. But we have to be able to trust each other," you berated her.

"It wasn't about not trusting you," she said with an imploring look, "I just don't want to hurt you - disappoint you - anymore." She took a breath as she took your hands in hers. "And I've got things sorted now. I was ready to pay my parents back, but my dad isn't letting me. Hence the gift."

You shook your head as you looked away feeling tired and drained.

A few seconds passed and she was about to speak again when her phone buzzed on the counter and her screen lit up. Sara.

You ground your teeth together and heat coursed up through your body.

"Your ex is texting you," you said flatly as you dropped your hands from hers.

Jessie sighed wearily and reached for your hands again, but you stepped aside.

"She's not my ex," she told you in frustration. "Not the way you're thinking it." You scoffed and shot her a hard look.

"No. She's the mother of your child. Which is far more significant," you said, silencing any kind of rebuttal Jessie might have had planned otherwise.

You retreated to the bedroom. Suddenly, the apartment felt far too small with no safe place for reprieve.

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The next morning you stirred from sleep, opening your eyes to see, as usual, Jessie's side of the bed fully made. You could hear rustling out in the kitchen and you subconsciously let out a tired sigh as recollections of yesterday came back to you.

You laid out on your back and stared wordlessly up at the ceiling. The rest of the evening prior had been tense, but still ended with Jessie's arm wrapped around your waist as you both went to sleep in an unspoken truce.

As if on cue, Jessie gingerly opened the bedroom door and peeked inside. You made eye contact with her and she smiled, opening the door more fully with her shoulder and bearing two steaming mugs of coffee.

"Good morning, baby," she greeted with a soft smile as she rounded the bed and sat down next to you, offering you your mug. You sat up and took it from her, returning her smile. "Did you sleep okay?"

You shrugged lightly. "Yeah, I slept alright. How about you?" She shrugged much the same way you had.

"It was okay," she said, tone a bit down as she looked into her mug before looking back up at you. "I still felt off about everything yesterday. I'm really sorry."

You gave her a faint smile. "Don't lie to me again. I mean it."

She nodded readily. "I understand. I do."

She took a breath and cracked a half-hearted smile. You couldn't help but notice how her eyes betrayed her. "Think you'll ever forgive me?" She asked with what was meant to be a casual chuckle.

Whether she was being serious or not, you found yourself answer earnestly. You mustered up as much of a smile as you could. "I'm trying, Jess."

Her expression faltered and she let out a breathy laugh as she swirled the dark liquid in her mug. Her eyes shimmered as she met your gaze once again.

"What is it going to take? I'll do anything," she said quietly.

You sighed softly as your own eyes were now drawn to the mug in your hand while you processed her plea. You cracked a wry smirk as you looked at her.

"Well, not lying to me would be a good start," you said, but quickly moved on over the apologetic expression she gave you. Some other words swirled inside your mind and maybe if you hadn't just woken up you may have kept them to yourself. Instead, you spoke.

"I just want you to myself again," you admitted quietly, surprised at the emotion that rose to the surface so readily. "I miss you so much. And I miss us."

Jessie frowned and reached forward, setting down her mug on your nightstand and grabbing yours to do the same. She grasped your hands and inched closer to you.

"I'm here," she told you emphatically. "I'm still yours. I always have been. And I always want to be." You stared at her, looking into her glistening eyes. She moved closer and squeezed your hands. "I miss you, too. More than you know. And we're still 'us' - I still want everything with you that I did before." She released a quiet sigh. "I wish you'd let me in again."

There was something about this moment. The way she looked at you, the way she was opening up - searching for you - it felt soothing and it eased the aching loneliness that had been consuming you lately. You wanted more.

You found yourself leaning forward and capturing her lips in a kiss. You noted the mild look of surprise on her face as you closed in, but any uncertainty she'd felt seemingly melted away as she returned your kiss, allowing you to deepen it and she leaned into you furthermore.

Before you knew it, you were pulling her down onto the bed and she climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily and your hands and hers wandered over one another in a growing frenzy.

You tugged her shirt off and she readily obliged, raising herself onto her knees as she peeled it off. Your eyes took in her glorious form, something you'd seen only in passing the past couple of months. Your eyes immediately fell to the growing bulge in her pants and you felt your core throb with want. It had been so long.

When you looked back up at her face, you saw how her eyes had grown dark with lust and need. Her hands roamed across your body like she was exploring you for the first time all over again. The tips of her fingers dug into your skin when she lost control and she was quick to remove all of your clothes, her lips kissing all across your skin as she rediscovered you.

"You are so beautiful," she whispered headily as she kissed up your torso and pulled you close. "I love you so much. You're the only one for me."

Your pulse was pounding inside your head as you pulled her the rest of the way up your body and into a heated kiss. You rocked your hips against her, feeling her hot, stiff member pressing against you. You could feel yourself dripping with need and you whimpered unabashedly in desperation. She nudged at your entrance and you could hear her breath hitch as her shoulders rounded out in tension.

"I want you inside of me," you commanded.

"Oh fuck," she said in a whimper of her own as her fingers dug into your skin and her back arched above you though she didn't enter you yet.

She released a huff as she pushed hard off the mattress and slammed open her nightstand drawer with urgency, pulling out a condom, ripping the top of the wrapper off with her mouth and hurriedly rolling it onto her cock and settled herself back on top of you.

Your stomach dropped at the action as the world outside of this moment came flooding back into your consciousness. It's not that you wanted to risk anything right now, but the condom was a painful reminder of the drama that had taken over your life as of late.

A small noise escaped you as Jessie slipped inside of your heat for the first time since all of this began. She groaned low in her chest and she held herself deep inside of you for several moments, her muscles taut before she began to pull her hips back and started to establish a rhythm.

Your arms were wrapped around the back of her shoulders and while you would normally be panting and moaning in pleasure, clawing at her as she brought you pleasure like no one else had, in this moment, you stared blankly up at the ceiling as she rocked and breathed above you.

"God, you feel so good," she panted as she thrust into you and buried her face further into your neck. You closed your eyes and clung to her as you tried to drive other thoughts from your mind.

You dug your nails into her skin and screwed your eyes close even tighter.

This was Jessie. This was the woman you loved more than anything in the world. The person you'd chosen, the one who'd chosen you. The person you wanted forever with.

The pit in your stomach persisted.

The sounds of her strong thrusts in and out of you filled the room and echoed loudly in your ears. It wasn't until her steady strokes suddenly slowed and faltered before stopping altogether, that you opened your eyes again. You blinked in confusion at the interruption. She remained inside of you, but now held herself up above you on her hands as she looked down at you with a concerned frown.

"A-are you okay? We can stop if you want," she said tentatively as she searched your face.

Something possessed you as she looked down at you with uncertainty and worry in her eyes. You reached up, pulling her down into a hard kiss and flipped the two of you over so you were on top, ensuring to not let her slip out of you as you did so.

You didn't break the kiss, instead kissing her with greater fervour as you began to rock your hips. Soon you raised yourself up so her tip was stretching your entrance out and dropped back down onto her, swallowing her hard cock to the hilt and immediately meeting her previous rhythm and even increasing it some.

Her hands gripped your hips tightly, her fingers digging into your skin and her head fell back into the pillow.

"W-we don't have to do anything," she managed to say, voice hitching with effort as she tried to blink through the haze of pleasure you were creating.

"Don't you want me," you whispered sultrily as you leaned down and tugged her earlobe with your teeth as you rode her hard.

She let out a high pitched whimper in your ear. It sounded like heaven to you and spurred on this strange self-satisfied sensation in your chest.

"Of course I do," she panted helplessly as she subconsciously rocked her hips up to meet your thrusts. Her fingers curled desperately into your skin and she added breathily, "I always do."

"Tell me I'm yours," you coaxed as you bounced on her length, relishing how her hips jerked up into you while she panted and moaned beneath you.

She groaned and reached up, pulling you down against her and holding you close while she tried to takeover your thrusts.

"You're mine," she said as she ran her fingers through your hair. You lifted yourself back up a bit to regain control of the rhythm and you smirked at how her eyes fluttered shut and she groaned once more. She let out a wanting breath. "And I'm yours." You saw her jaw flex and her head fell further back. "Fuck. I belong to you."

You placed your hands on your chest and continued to ride her, newly inspired by her proclamations. You couldn't help but be aware that in any other scenario, you'd have been cumming on her cock by now. Instead, outside of this empty satisfaction that fluttered inside your chest, you didn't feel anywhere close to a climax.

Her whimpers and moans began to grow in pitch and you knew she was close. She managed to open her eyes and look to you. She seemed to recognize that you weren't close and though she tried to hold on, she stood no chance and it was only a matter of time until her moan hitched in her throat and she pushed herself up as deep into you as she could as she spilled herself into the condom.

The satisfaction you'd felt moments before quickly faded as the heat of the moment wore off and soon you sat straddling her hips, quietly watching her as she softened inside of you.

Jessie had hardly come out the other side of her orgasm, when she moved, trying to coax you onto your back and offering to go down on you.

"Baby, it's okay," you told her though you allowed her to lay you down. You held her in place as she went to move down your body. She faltered.

"I want you to feel good too," she said with gentle, pleading eyes.

"I do feel good," you insisted and she let out a wry chuckle.

"Babe...," she said, "I know it's been a while..., but I know when you didn't cum."

"So what?" You asked, your face beginning to heat up under her scrutiny - intended or not. You tried to discretely duck your head into her shoulder under the guise of cuddling in. You hugged her to you. "I just want to lay here together."

You felt the indecision in her body, stiffening as she decided whether to push further or to just let it go. She eventually relaxed and laid down next to you while gently pulling you into her arms. She kissed the top of your head and you laid a kiss on her collarbone.

You kept your head tucked in as you stared vacantly down the bed, idly aware of how your limbs were still entangled. She squeezed you and kissed your head once more as her fingers grazed along your arm in sweet affection.

Sex with Jessie had always been incredible. Passionate. Loving. Intimate. Fun. And there were glimpses of that this morning, but they were fleeting despite how hard you tried to hold onto those feelings. Instead of feeling satiated, blissful, tired and energized in all the best ways, and above all, thoroughly loved, you felt kind of...empty.

Your breathing started to quicken as uneasiness began to fester inside your chest. While you should've felt calm and peaceful in her arms, suddenly you felt restless. You fought against the feeling for as long as you could, but eventually your fingers curled in against her skin and you gave her a fleeting kiss on the shoulder as your removed yourself from her embrace. She looked to you questioningly.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," you explained with a small smile. She propped herself up on her elbows as you maneuvered off the bed.

"I'll join you," she said quickly before hesitating. "If you want."

You stood before her, feeling unnaturally exposed and wracking your mind for an excuse before you even realized it.

"Didn't you shower already this morning?" You asked innocently as you distractedly began gathering up clothes for the day.

"We haven't showered together in a long time," she countered, her tone betraying the ease of the shrug you saw her give in the mirror. She watched you wordlessly and intently for another moment before adding with a soft smile that made your heart ache. "I don't mind at all."

You closed the drawer and turned around to face her. Your heart panged further at how she looked braced for rejection.

"Sure," you said with a quiet smile. "Come on, then"

She beamed at your response and rushed out of bed to start gathering new towels. She eagerly took your clothes from you and folded them neatly, setting them on the bathroom counter. She started the shower, checking the temperature and let you know when it was warm. She gave you another sweet smile as you approached and held her hand out for you as you stepped in.

She followed you, closing the shower door behind her and gently grasped you by the waist, moving you so you were more fully under the water. While she didn't really mind getting cold, you despised it and she knew it.

Despite your mood even minutes before, you couldn't help but melt slightly under her attentiveness. She smiled and kissed you - on the lips, on your cheeks, your nose, forehead. She lathered your hair for you, soaped you up playfully and sweetly.

It felt like old times.

You began to return the favour, and - much like old times - you felt compelled to let your hands wander. She looked momentarily uncertain as you reach down between your bodies to began stroking her. Her eyes were watchful as you coaxed her member to grow firmer and longer in your skillful hand.

To rid her of any lingering doubts of your intentions, you ran your free hand through her hair and leaned in and began to tenderly kiss her neck. You felt her throat rumble with a low groan and she allowed herself to begin to buck gently into your hand.

Her arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe, and a rush of emotion rose within you.

"I love you Jessie," you said against her neck as your fingers dug into her crown. You felt her body relax, like some kind of weight was relieved of her, and soon she gently pushed you against the shower wall in a deep kiss.

"I love you too," she whispered into the kiss. "So much."

The throbbing in your core grew stronger as she began to more fully grind against you and into your hand, the head of her cock gliding against your stomach with every stroke.

You pushed her back slightly, adjusting the position of her cock so it was now between your legs. She thrust forward, her length now nudging against your entrance. You leaned your head back against the shower wall and pulled her closer as you panted in renewed need for her.

She subtly rut against you, the head of her cock spreading your entrance ever so slightly more each time as she toyed with slipping inside of you.

You lifted your leg, planting your foot on the lower ledge of the shower, inviting her in. You felt her exhale lustfully. She rocked up into you a touch more, the head pushing just enough inside that your walls fully enveloped it this time, both of you gasping at the sensation.

"I'll pull out," she told you as she withdrew before immersing herself further inside of you.

You screwed your eyes together harder as you urgently tried to stall the thoughts that threatened to invade your mind at her comment.

You just wanted to be with her. Be loved by her and to not think about how your world and your relationship had fragmented. You held her closer and she responded by thrusting up into you with greater force and pace.

She whispered sweet nothings as she drove into you, your skin pressed against the cold tiles of the shower. Her words were loving and wanting, dirty and sweet, all things that made you cum on her cock countless times before. Words, sentiments and actions that always left your body quivering while her name fell from your mouth in whispers and cries.

For the second time this morning though, your mind refused to let you be in the moment. You wanted to let go and to fall apart in the safety of her arms, but you just couldn't.

Your eyes began to tear up and you were grateful for the water that cascaded down both your bodies.

You didn't want her to worry. And you didn't want to have to talk about it. You didn't want to linger on what this all meant.

So you moaned, and whimpered, and dragged your nails down her back in all the ways you used to. You let your moans hit a fever pitch, your breath hitching and shuddering, knowing she wouldn't let herself cum before you again.

True to her word, as her thrusts grew rapid and desperate, her own breath catching as her climax approached, she pulled out at the last second and pumped her fist hard and fast over her cock a couple of times before she came with a heady grunt, ropes of cum shooting up onto your torso only to be washed away just as fast by the shower.

"Holy fuck," she panted as the last drops of cum drained from her. She released her cock and braced one hand against the wall, eyes closed. You tenderly ran your hands up and down the sides of her neck and watched her quietly. She rest her forehead against yours.

"I love you so much," she breathed, eyes still closed in the haze of her orgasm.

You closed your eyes, a strange hollowness inside your chest. A beat passed before you squeezed her tightly to you.

"I love you, too."

[yandereunsolved]

🗡 Yandere Javier Escuella (RDR2) 🗡

Javier's fingers deftly pluck at the strings of his own fervid longing, producing chords of pure yearning. The notes are overlaid with a lust-filled serenade, directed at the object of his passion—bordering on neurosis.

"Ángel de amor, tu pasión no la comprendo"

"Si la comprendo, no la puedo expresar"

He croons like the lovesick fool he is, every ounce of his soul begging for reciprocation on your end. Your name tugs at the edge of his lips after each word is sung. He doesn't―can't stop this—this ritual it has become, even after the day is done. His music attracts those in camp like moths to a bright flame, but you always stay just out of his light. It's like you can sense his intent, but you don't act nor acknowledge it.

He nearly screws up as he finishes Ángel de Amor. His fingertips itch to reach for one of his knives. His voice urges to dip into a more menacing tone. A certain undignified Irish cretin is flirting with his amar. And he's doing it near Javier.

Sean is leaning up against the side of a tree, flashing you one of his oh-so-forcibly charming smiles. El bastardo.

"The first time I saw ya MacGuire Junior jumped to attention, hard and ready for ah challenge. Me Da always said that'd happen if ah met da love of me life." Sean does his best to lay it on thick, thicker than his accent.

A whole-hearted, delicate laugh escapes you, lacking any animosity or mockery.

"Fuck off, Sean. A two dollar whore can flirt better than that."

'You're reciprocating.' Your conversation with Sean would go much better if half his head was blown off. Javier can correct that. 'Is he not better than Sean?' The thought is farcical.

"Ey! I take offense to dat," Sean mumbles flirtatiously, moving into your personal space, "You could get at least tree dollars for meh."

"You don't even know how to spell the word three."

You take a step closer to Sean, and his eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating.

"I do! I do! You start off with a... ah... t... then you go on to a―"

Javier punches Sean in the side of the head before he can finish, the impact resounding. The ginger's neck snaps at an angle so grotesque that Javier nearly succeeds in killing him. But alas, Sean falls into the dirt instead, right near your feet—and even that is far too kind of a fate for him in Javier's eyes. His guitar was discarded nearly instantaneously after seeing that―this―them.

"Instead of trying to fuck everything with a hole, you cocky, drunkard fuck, maybe you should actually contribute. Make some money for the gang," he vitriolically spits out, grinning slyly at the state of disorder he has put Sean in, "Heh, like you actually give two shits about anyone but yourself and your dick."

"What the hell, Javier?"

Those words… came from you. Javier can only roll his eyes.

"I thought better of you, ángel."

He is unable to meet your eyes, turning around and walking back to his place on a campfire log, tuning out Sean's angered shouts―your… words. Javier picks up his guitar reverently, admiring it for a moment before returning to his singing.

"La vida, sueño el porvenir, mentira" "La amistad y el amor, mentira son" "Y mentiras son también las ilusiones" "Que se forja delirante el corazón"

Members filter in and out of his vicinity, knowing better than to try and interact with him when he's in this state. He plays his fingers raw, the strings cutting into them, leaving the newly opened flesh to quietly wail in pain. Only when his voice begins to die out does he stop. Regaining his senses, the last lyric sung just barely audible.

"Ya cayó el que andaba ausente, ahora verán los cabrones."

The sun must have set a couple of hours ago. No one remains to listen to him but whatever creatures remain in the night. His head snaps up as he hears footsteps. Or maybe―you. You're leaving Sean's tent…

He could follow you and explain. Or he could eliminate a problem before it gets any worse―after all, that's what you do with weeds; you take them out.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hii do u have any headcannons for reader being Baji's little sister and Mikey having a huge crush on her, but Baji is like suuuper protective of her and refuses anyone from the gang to date her because him being her brother is already dangerous as is, I hope this ask isn't too complicated 😅

Ok I set this in the good timeline and there's also two endings. We have the sfw ending which is with all the other hc's and we have the nsfw ending which is clearly labelled at the end. You guys can choose which ending you want to read (the bullet point with the star is where you should switch if you only want the nsfw ending).

Baji is very very vocal about the rules around his little sister, makes it very clear to all the guys that you're off limits and "too good for all of them anyway".

Unfortunately for Baji though, he's keeping an eye on the wrong ex gang members. He eyes the way Hakkai blushes to you, chases Kazutora and Hanma for saying they plan on dating you (they're actually just teasing Baji), raises his eyebrow at how friendly Chifuyu is with you and yells at the Haitani's for trying their pick up lines on you. The point is Baji is so distracted by the others that he never sees Mikey coming until it's too late. 

Mikey starts off simple, just getting you alone one day and asking you what you really thought about your brother's "rules". And as he watches you giggle and call Baji caring but too overprotective, he thinks he falls even more in love. 

And so operation "make y/n fall in love with Mikey" begins. Of course Mikey assembles a mini team for this. Including Draken (he think this is an awful idea and Baji will kill them all), Emma (she thinks the two of you will be cute together), Takemichi (he is very scared of the consequences of doing this), Sanzu (anything for Mikey) and Kisaki (has no idea why he's here and thinks this is a waste of time). Of course these meetings don't do much but Mikey does get some advice.

You start getting mini anonymous presents daily, always pretty or thoughtful things, the card is always just signed with a heart. (Baji is very concerned when he finds out).

Mikey also comes up with elaborate plans to get you alone so the two of you can hang out and get to know each other more. These mostly involve distracting Baji in some way, either by telling someone to hang out with him or by telling him a cat needs his help a few miles away. Baji falls for it everytime, rushing off and leaving you alone. 

He's very touchy with you whenever the two of you are together. He'll happily hold your hand, hug you and lean his head on your shoulder if he gets tired.

Also loves to take you for rides on his bike, Baji barely ever let's you ride with him because of the risk so Mikey figures it's up to him to show you how much fun it is (the feeling of you clinging to him is great too). 

Mikey really likes hanging out with you and get's a little sad whenever it ends but he can't risk Baji seeing this, not yet.

He takes you to the sea often too, sharing a taiyaki with you and talking about anything that comes to mind. It's here that he finally confesses to you and here where the two of you share your first kiss after you confess back to him too. 

You two become experts at secret dates and secret looks at each other. 

Even in front of Baji the two of you find ways to flirt and be affectionate with each other. Mikey whispering you a compliment as he walks past you. You telling Mikey he dropped something but when he picks up the paper it's just a note from you telling him how much you miss him during these big gatherings. Baji never even suspects anything at all.

It is a little difficult hiding your relationship at times but the two of you feel like you could do this forever but of course nothing can last forever.

☆It was a pretty big day for the two of you, Baji had gone on an out of town trip, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. So of course you took the opportunity to invite Mikey over.

The two of you had just settled down to watch a movie, happily sharing a blanket and cuddling when Baji walked in. Turns out the trip had been cancelled but that's nothing compared to the chaos that was about to go down.

Baji stands there for a moment, staring in disbelief at his oldest friend and his baby sister together. You and Mikey stare back in shock, no one daring to move until Baji opens his mouth to start yelling or talking. You're not sure what he was about to say because before he could get even a word out Mikey launched a pillow at his face, giving himself a head start to start running.

Baji very quickly shot out of the apartment after Mikey all while yelling "MY SISTER!!!!" You watch them for a moment before sighing and calling Draken. Before then calling Ryoko, if anyone could talk sense into your brother it was definitely your mother. 

After Draken (and Mitsuya, who he brought along as backup) separated them and Baji got yelled at down the phone by Ryoko a truce was made. You and Mikey could date and Baji wouldn't kill him if you kept all of that relationship stuff away from him and out of sight. It was a lot better then either you or Mikey had expected (largely thanks to Ryoko) so you both happily agreed. Holding hands and walking off together to Mikey's apartment this time (all while Baji yelled about how holding hands counts as "relationship stuff"). 

Nsfw ending

It was a pretty big day for the two of you, Baji had gone on an out of town trip, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. So of course you took the opportunity to invite Mikey over.

Eager to see and feel each other, things got steamy very quickly. Mikey was just in the middle of thrusting into you, in and out, getting lost in the warm, velvety feeling of your walls. While you were letting small moans and whimpers slip as Mikey went deeper, hitting your spot and making you see stars everytime. Both of you were so close and lost in each other that neither of you heard the key in the door or the door swing open. You moaned as it finally became all too much and you came, the feeling pushing Mikey over the edge with a groan as he releases his thick load into you. Neither you get to enjoy it for long though as Baji announces his presence with a dangerous growl.

Mikey frantically tries to cover you before putting his clothes on in record time and racing out of the door with Baji quickly pursuing him. All while he yells "MY SISTER!???? AND ON MY SOFA!?????" 

Putting some clothes on and cleaning up the mess as quick as you can, you frantically run after them. Who knows what Baji will do to Mikey after seeing that, whatever it is you need to stop it.

You think you're getting close as you hear raised voices but suddenly your wrist is being grabbed and some strang man is holding you still.

"Hey I recognise you! You're Baji Keisuke's sister, yeah. That fucker beat me up years ago, made me lose my gang and my reputation, I've always wanted to make him pay..."

You only see the knife for a second before it's being kicked out of the guys hands and you're being pulled away. Baji holds you in his arms, both of you needing that comfort while Mikey knocks the guy out. They worked together to save you and without knowing it, Mikey proved he's more then capable of keeping you safe. 

He's still a little reluctant but Baji gives you his blessing, after muttering about needing to bleach his eyes out. 

[spookysshadow]

Going off of that super successful, breadwinner Izuna and his career academic husband/house husband Tobirama - but set in founders era.

Like: The village gets built without Izuna being killed in battle (hooray!) - don't ask me how - it shall simply be. They agree for the sake of a more permanent peace that they should throw a marriage treaty in there - just in case.

Madara sees no point, but Izuna operates on the "I must have Tobirama within my filed of vision at ALL TIMES to avoid catastrophe" and so he volunteers to wife up Tobirama. They make a contract with the following details:

Tobirama will be allowed to keep up his training, but will be barred from missions until the Uchiha are more comfortable with it;

Consequentially he can also train the younger Uchiha within the presence of a senior member of the Clan (other shinobi or an elder);

He is to prioritize maintaining the household, mainly including but not limited to: caring for Izuna's ward, one Kagami Uchiha (let's just say, since Izuna's the one with the wife/projected to have a wife, he was given guardianship over wee Kagami instead of his brother), dealing with the household finances, and tending the garden/koi pond. They have a maid/chef, etc for other typical household things and would have had a gardener, but Izuna figured Senju = Nature people, sure why not;

He is allowed to do research and even have a lab instead the house/next to the house - but his research should prioritize his husband's clan first, then the village;

He has to bottom, unless his husband states otherwise

Hashirama takes one look at the agreement and is ready to throw hands. How dare they cage his baby brother? How dare they!

Meanwhile Tobirama, who is running on two hours of sleep, his sister-in-law's breakfast blend tea and a prototype ration bar he made that tastes like shit, skims through the contract ONCE and signs it.

Hashirama is freaking out because: OTOUTO, PLEASE YOU MUSTN'T - and Tobirama is like: Bitch stfu this sounds like a vacation. You mean to tell me I get to relax near fishes, get my back blown out, be a sensei and do as much research as I want?? Sign me UP!

Seriously, Tobirama can't remember the last time he has had this much free time. Of course, after some sleep and a proper meal he realizes maaaaaybe he should have read the terms and conditions a little more closely, but overall none of it sounds bad. He's mostly worried about Izuna's attitude, but even that doesn't really put a damper on his day.

Izuna and Madara, of course, are genuinely surprised the Senju agreed to fast to the contract, but hey they won't complain.

Fast forward in a few years and Izuna is the primary breadwinner, working at the Hokage Tower, taking missions, even being a Sensei to the Academy at some point. Meanwhile Tobirama is at home, tending to their koi pond (yes, Izuna they all do have their own names and yes, he will address them as such), training Kagami, working on medical advancements for his new clan's eye issues and some jutsus he never thought he'd ever get the chance to, giving his husband massages when he returns home from working so looong at the office all day, occasionally (all the time, really) enticing him into bed so he can help relax even more.

(It's been years, Izuna's asked him if he wishes to return to shinobi work or work more hands-on in the Hokage Tower instead of looking over Izuna's documents and nitpicking. But he always knows the answer is no - if anything he only asks because his brother and his brother-in-law urge him to. After all, he's never seen Tobirama this relaxed until after they got married -- he remembers feeling smug in the beginning, in thinking he'd effectively clipped his enemies wings by chaining him to the Uchiha. Instead Tobirama floated into his house with a calm and relief that Izuna initially was annoyed about - after all he was trying to piss off the Senju - Hashirama understood the assignment, why was his Senju always doing the opposite?

And then he realized how nice it was to have Tobirama waiting at home for him, with Kagami in tow. How happy it made him when his husband would tell him about what they train the young Uchiha's, later on some other students, in and what they got into. It was especially fun knowing that Tobirama had no issues with the dynamics of their sex life and if Izuna wanted to change it up, he was always willing to try something once - with notes -- and sure working in the Hokage Tower was brutal and they could have most definitely used Tobirama's help (sentiments whined by his brother and brother-in-law) but coming home to a relaxed, content husband who was willing to help him with the Village anyway and then cuddle with him when he got a stress headache? 20x better. )

aaaand that's all I got folks

[brain4stew]

Y’know what, let me try and make a headcanon, or something out of this myself. Note to self though, that I cannot write for sh-

…. ANYWAY!

Headcanon/something under the cut! ;

• So, let’s start off by saying that, for you to be Eunoia’s bodyguard, we’ll say there’s a special skin for Guest 1337. “Yourself” skin, to be precise. (Like John Doe’s skin.)

• You and Mafioso do not know each other that well, but you both tolerate each other, due to you both working under Eunoia.

• Whenever there is an Elliot with Eunoia skin on your team, they will be highlighted for about 10-15 seconds, at the start of the round, so you can go to them, and protect them.

• (I highly suggest you immediately go find a medkit first however, as apparently… Some of your teammates are greedy for the medkits… Get one for Eunoia.)

• Let’s say that you have gotten a medkit for Eunoia, and you’re about to go back to find her, and give her the medkit. But, all of a sudden, you are being chased, by none other than… Mafioso.

• Of course, you block, punch, charge and do whatever you can, to stall the time for the others, and Eunoia. Eventually, Mafioso goes away from you, presumably to go for another survivor.

• Now’s your chance to run and find Eunoia. You’re at 57%, but you’ll be fine. Eunoia can heal you, you hope…

• Mafioso killed her… You, of course, being devastated and angry at him, you heal yourself up with the medkit you were gonna give to Eunoia.

• When you do finish healing up however, you are the last one remaining of your team, which… Of course you get reasonably annoyed, frustrated and angry about.

• You walk around and try and avoid Mafioso as much as you can, and the potential “pizza delivery”, (other members working under both Eunoia, and him).

• But, of course, he finds you. What do you do? You stall the time, yet again, and try to survive. You do get cornered time from time, but, nothing a little block and punch can handle, right?

• So wrong. He somehow manages to grab your hand, before turning you around, and pulling your arm behind your back.

• This is an unfortunate situation for you, as you know he’s most likely stronger than you. However, you wait for an opportunity to be able to break free, and escape.

• But that doesn’t happen, what does happen however, is that, he, sits down, pulling your arm behind with him. Practically setting you on his lap, as his other arm snakes around your stomach to hold you in place.

• …Seems like you’re stuck, aren’t you, little bodyguard? You wonder, why hasn’t he killed you, when he killed Eunoia. Upon remembering Eunoia dead however, you twist and turn yourself around, and practically pounce and pin Mafioso down.

• He, of course, is in shock. He didn’t expect it, nor did he think you had enough strength to do that. But, he isn’t complaining about the sudden turn of events. He strangely… Likes it. Seeing Eunoia’s bodyguard, the one he tolerated due to their boss’s decision, having HIM pinned down under them…

• But, that’s basically all that happens, for the timer runs out, and you’re both sent back to your lobbies. You, in the survivor lobby, he in the killer lobby.

• You of course, IMMEDIATELY go to find Eunoia, to help her wounds after being sent to the lobby. Who are you to ignore your boss’s wounds, and not tend to them?

• Mafioso however, he does feel guilty about killing Eunoia. But, he can’t seem to get the image of him, under you, out of his head.

• Perhaps he’ll go friendly next time it’s his turn to be killer again… He strangely misses you. And Eunoia, even though, he killed her… Yeah, he’ll go friendly next time it’s his turn again…

((NEVER. LET ME WRITE AGAIN. I DONT THINK IM MEANT FOR THIS 😞😞…))

((But anyway, hope you all like it? 😭 Uhm, any tips for writing would be appreciated, as I want to get ALL of my ideas out of my head. I think I can take requests too, however, I’ll prioritize my current list that I have written before today.))

[kkoga]

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Daniela groans. Good god, her head was killing her. The Latina slowly opens her eyes, and notices the ceiling looks unfamiliar. Maybe her headache was just getting to her. The Latina closes her eyes and tries to head back to sleep.

Her position was killing her back, so the girl rolled over to her right. She ''hugs'' a pillow. ''God damn this pillow is warm... wait...'' After realizing what she was hugging was in fact probably not a pillow, Daniela's eyes widen, and she sits straight almost immediately.

She looks to her right, and recognizes the person next to her. Y/n fucking L/n??

''Someone wake me up right now. There is no fucking way I just woke up next to Y/n. And am I... naked???'' Daniela was appalled. How the hell did she even end up in this situation?

Thanks to all the movement Daniela had been doing, Y/n slowly shifts from her position, and rubs her eyes.

''Daniela? You awake?'' The girl groggily said, sitting up. Daniela quickly covered her chest with the blanket.

''What happened, and why the hell am I basically naked and next to you? Explain.'' Daniela put her guard up, and Y/n tries to grab her glasses from the bedside table.

''You don't remember?'' Y/n, half awake, not aware that answering right away might have been more beneficial, is met with a rude stare.

''Oh... okay. You uhm, were getting harassed by some guy, and I helped you, and you told me to take you home. I told you I was going to get your members, but you begged me to take you to my home. You told me you didn't want any more people to see you vulnerable.'' Y/n says as she slicks her hair back, still somewhat sleepy.

''That does sound like me....'' The Latina thought to herself.

''Serious?''

''Serious.''

Daniela's cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. She barely even lets her members see her vulnerable, much more someone she's only met a handful of times.

''Uhm... did we do anything last night?'' Daniela bites her lip. She prays her drunk self didn't dare to.

''What? Of course not. You're only half naked because you insisted it's how you prefer sleeping. I would never take advantage of anyone like that.'' Daniela could tell Y/n felt offended that the Latina had thought of her that way.

''Okay.. where are my clothes then? I would like to leave now.'' Y/n points to a small couch in the corner of her bedroom. Daniela shyly takes Y/n's blanket and takes her clothes off of Y/n's couch.

''I'll leave so you can get changed.'' Y/n says as she stands up, and swiftly leaves the room.

After a few minutes, Daniela exits Y/n's bedroom, looking nice and ready.

''I uhm, booked a cab. I'll go now. Thank you for uh, taking care of me.'' Daniela leaves before Y/n could ever mutter the words ''You're welcome.''

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[questionablecuttlefish]

Lightcannon Headcanons: Close Combat.

JINX

We get a really good look at Jinx as both a close quarters and ranged fighter in Arcane.

She's incredibly slippery, fluid and unpredictable, even before the Shimmer gives her a super-speed, super-strength juice mode (as depicted with the pink trails from her eyes in the show.)

My take is that Jinx picked up her fighting style learning from Silco's best fighters but also from observation of numerous street fights and pit fights on her own. She has no particular style or formal training, and a lot of her close quarters is just sheer animalistic survival instinct. Anyone expecting a traditional slugfest with Jinx is going to lose, but as we saw with her fight against Rictus, she's still vulnerable to a more experienced, professional warrior who's able to keep a level head, hold their ground and not fall for her tricks. Survive her long enough and she may get sloppy or frustrated and give you an opening.

But that's if you survive.

Jinx has never been big or strong (until the Shimmer) so she focuses on speed, unpredictability, dodging and hitting back with erratic timing and force. She won't hesitate to fight dirty, if she doesn't already have a weapon to hand, the whole environment is likely to be her weapon. She'll bite you, claw out your eyes, smash your teeth on the concrete if she has to. Anything to win.

LUX

I know my h/c that Lux isn't a soldier or a frontliner fighter is pretty rare, but I don't see any evidence in her current lore that she's ever served on the front line (and in her old lore she was more of a battle mage) and I kinda like that as a contrast to Tianna, Cithria, Kahina, Poppy, almost all the other Demacian women champions and supporting characters being heavy-hitting front line fighters or specialized but still deadly warriors like Fiora, Vayne or Quinn (Shyvana is a freaking dragon so she gets extra points here.)

But Lux is still a Demacian, still a member of a noble family in this extremely militarized but gender-equal feudal society, she has absolutely still been trained to fight, and likely with a wide variety of weapons - dagger, staff, sword, spear and bow at bare minimum, and some form of unarmed fighting. In the comic we see her shoot Sylas with a crossbow and stab him with a concealed dagger, so we know she's not shy about it if she's pushed.

My Lux take is that, since she's primarily a diplomat with spy skills and was never meant to be a frontline soldier, she's been trained to fight defensively. But because of that, her fighting style with a sword or other melee weapon is very bare bones and efficient. It catches people off guard if they expect her to be weak or fancy.

Nope, she's just going to disarm and stab you in the quickest and most efficient way possible. Lux doesn't like killing so she's going to make this quick and clean. It makes her ironically more dangerous because she's not screwing around.

I also like the contrast between this and her flowing, dancing, elegant and graceful spellcasting style when she's weaving her Light. Wielding her magic is a spiritual experience for her, communing with a profound part of herself, equally intimate, exhilarating and terrifying for her.

Killing someone with cold steel is something she'd rather not do, so she just wants to get it out of the way.

[andre-and-cal]

Cal Gabriel and elements of sadism,,

To start off, he’s an eerie teenager. But if you met him for the first time, you probably wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what’s off about him with how cleverly he shields his cunning conduct from those around him.

Further, when he and Andre perpetrated Zero Day, he was visibly entertained by shooting and taking the lives of other students, with taunting and scaring those hiding, and exhibiting no remorse toward the knowledge that he killed people. That he’s a murderer.

He’s never really questioned his borderline bizarre interests. He doesn’t really exhibit self-awareness in that aspect. He’s just kinda… always him, if that makes sense. Gore’s never had much of an effect on him— if any. Essentially, while it’s fun to watch, it gets boring at times… like he doesn’t care about seeing someone’s gross innards, with the cameraman— likely a member of a drug cartel— behind the camera recording their suffering. Seeing a video of a real death is different than witnessing it in real life. But even while perpetrating Zero Day, he’d kind of grown conscious of how his peers’ distress had positive influences on his mood.

And that was when Cal noticed that his classmates, who were attempting to run and hide from his bullets, displayed similar behaviors to rabbits fleeing from a hunter. That realization suddenly dawning on him only fueled him to further go after them, with the intent to leave them bleeding out on the cold floor. He loved seeing his victims try to run, before ultimately dropping to the ground like a wounded animal. It gave him a rush every time he did score a victim as he and Andre shot at the crowd of bolting students. Whenever someone would cower under his pointed carbine, he would smile casually, as if he was going to start small talk like, “Nice day, huh?”, but his smiles never matched those stony eyes of his.

Calvin will go to great lengths to be able to witness Andre writhing beneath him, whether that be due to slight stress, pain, or even helplessness. He knows how stolid and collected Andre usually is, and also how definitely hardheaded and firm his personality can be. So seeing this dude, his comrade who he’s known for nearly six years, become so pleasantly pliant underneath him… Calvin can’t get enough of it. He’s greedy— that’s what he is, always trying to get more out of Andre than the other teen really wants to give.

Cal gets Andre to stay the fuck down by pressing his boot either in between his legs or against his chest. He likes to get Andre hard for him, feeling triumphant over how easily he can influence him and wind him up.

[kathlare]

old rivalries

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Charles and Amelie reunite in London for a night that takes an unexpected turn. What starts as a simple dinner plan shifts into a playful but competitive karting rematch, reigniting old memories and teasing banter.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: none

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April 2nd, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

Charles tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited outside Amelie’s apartment building, glancing at his phone to check the time. London traffic had been a nightmare, but he had made it, ready to spend the evening with her after months of not seeing each other.

The passenger door swung open, and Amelie slid in, a playful grin on her lips.

—About time, Leclerc. I was about to order takeout and call it a night.—

—You’re dramatic— Charles rolled his eyes, shifting the car into drive. —I told you I was five minutes away.—

—Five minutes is a lifetime in the cold.—

She rubbed her hands together for emphasis, and Charles snorted.

—You live in London. You should be used to it by now.—

—Doesn’t mean I like it.—

Charles just shook his head with a smirk, eyes focused on the road. They were supposed to be going to dinner, but at the last second, he changed his mind. It had been too long since they’d properly hung out, and he wanted to do something fun—something that wasn’t just sitting at a table.

Amelie, oblivious to the change of plans, sat beside him, humming along to the music playing through the speakers.

—So, how’s everything been?— Charles asked, making a turn. —Haven’t seen you since… what? February?—

—Yeah, it’s been a while. I’ve been good. Busy, as always. You?—

—Same. Ferrari never lets me breathe.—

—I can tell. You’re getting new wrinkles.—

Charles gasped in mock offense.

—I am not.—

—No, you totally are. You should invest in a good skincare routine.—

—Shut up.—

She cackled, leaning back in her seat.

They fell into comfortable conversation as Charles drove through the city, but when he finally pulled into their destination, Amelie froze.

—No.—

Charles turned off the engine and looked at her, amused.

—What do you mean, no?—

—There’s no fucking way I’m getting in a kart again.—

Charles burst out laughing.

—You’re still mad about that?—

Amelie turned to him with an incredulous look.

—You sent me into a wall at full speed! I broke a rib, Charles!—

—It wasn’t on purpose!—

—You literally pushed me off!—

Charles laughed harder, reaching over to pat her shoulder.

—Oh, come on. Stop being a pussy.—

She scoffed, arms crossing over her chest.

—I should make you drive me home right now.—

—But you won’t— he smirked. —Because deep down, you’re dying to prove you can beat me.—

Amelie narrowed her eyes at him.

—You’re a dick.—

—You love me.—

—Unfortunately.—

She sighed dramatically before unbuckling her seatbelt.

—You better promise you’re not gonna try to kill me again.—

—I promise.—

—Say it like you mean it.—

—I promise, Amelie— Charles said, overly serious.

Amelie rolled her eyes but opened the door to step out.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her as they walked toward the entrance of the karting facility. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, illuminating the track that stretched beyond the glass windows. The scent of burning rubber and motor oil filled the air, and the distant hum of engines sent a shiver down Amelie’s spine.

—This is a terrible idea.— she muttered as she followed Charles inside.

—No, it’s a great idea.— Charles corrected with a smirk.

A staff member greeted them, recognizing Charles instantly, and after a few pleasantries, they were led toward the changing area. Amelie hesitated, staring at the row of racing suits hanging on the wall.

—You don’t have to do it if you really don’t want to.— Charles said, softer this time.

Amelie turned to him, her lips pressing into a thin line.

—I’m not scared.— she said, grabbing a suit. —I just don’t trust you.—

Charles grinned. —That’s fair.—

She disappeared into the changing room, emerging minutes later in full gear.

—How do I look?— she spun around, arms outstretched.

—Like you’re about to lose.—

Amelie flipped him off, making him laugh as they were handed helmets.

—Alright, let’s do this.— she sighed, securing the strap under her chin.

Once they were on the track, sitting in their karts, Charles glanced over at her.

—Ready?—

Amelie exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel.

—No. But let’s go anyway.—

The lights counted down, and the race began.

At first, Amelie was cautious, gripping the wheel tightly as she got used to the feel of the kart beneath her. But as the laps went by, the old thrill kicked in, and soon she was pushing harder, chasing after Charles with determination.

He was fast—annoyingly so—but she managed to keep up, weaving through the turns, her competitive side fully taking over.

Charles was laughing through the entire thing, throwing teasing glances her way whenever he overtook her.

Amelie, in response, muttered a string of curses under her breath and pushed even harder.

But, of course, Charles won.

—Unbelievable.— Amelie huffed, yanking off her helmet as they pulled into the pit lane.

—Some things never change.— Charles smirked, climbing out of his kart.

—You’re insufferable.—

—And you still have a broken ego.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips.

They made their way to the benches on the side, flopping down as they caught their breath.

—Admit it, you had fun.— Charles nudged her.

—Whatever.— she mumbled, sipping from the water bottle someone had handed them.

Charles chuckled, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Silence settled between them, comfortable but thick with unspoken words.

Amelie glanced at him, tilting her head slightly.

—So... how are you?—

Charles gave her a confused look.

—What do you mean?—

—You know— she shrugged. —With everything. I know we don’t talk as much anymore, but I figured I should ask.—

Charles let out a small hum, leaning back against the bench. He appreciated Amelie's concern, but he wasn’t sure how much he wanted to get into.

—I'm alright. Busy. Tired. The usual.—

Amelie eyed him, unconvinced.

—You sure? You look a little... how do I put this nicely?— she tapped her chin in thought. —Worn out. Like you need to sleep for a year.—

Charles scoffed. —Merci. Very nice of you.—

She smirked, nudging his arm. —I'm just saying. F1 is brutal, and you’re always too hard on yourself.—

Charles exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. —It’s been a rough start to the season. The car is unpredictable. I feel like I’m driving at 110% just to keep up with Red Bull. It’s exhausting.—

Amelie nodded in understanding.

—Yeah, but if anyone can handle it, it’s you. You always bounce back, Charles.—

—Let’s hope so.— he muttered.

They fell into a comfortable silence, both watching as a group of kids ran toward the track, their excitement contagious.

—And you?— Charles asked after a moment, turning to look at her. —How’s life outside of being sent into walls by me?—

Amelie laughed. —You’re never letting that go, are you?—

—Never.—

She rolled her eyes, then shrugged. —Life’s been... interesting. Good, mostly. Busy. I’m working on some music, and, well... I’ve been seeing someone.—

Charles raised an eyebrow. —Oh? Who’s the lucky guy?—

—Shawn.—

Charles blinked. —Shawn as in Shawn Mendes?—

—Yeah.—

His lips curled into a smirk. —Damn, back to your first love? That’s very movie-like of you.—

—Shut up.— Amelie laughed, nudging him.

—No, seriously, that’s cool. Is it weird, being with him again after all these years?—

—A little. But in a good way. It feels... familiar, but also different. We’ve both grown up a lot.—

Charles nodded. —Well, I’m happy for you.—

—Thanks.— she smiled, then hesitated before adding, —You’re one of the few people who doesn’t have some dramatic reaction when I say it.—

Charles frowned. —Why would people react badly?—

—Because it’s me. And people love to have opinions about my life.— she sighed, leaning back. —But whatever. I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.—

Charles hummed in agreement.

They sat in silence again, but this time, Amelie’s expression shifted slightly, something contemplative crossing her features.

—Can I ask you something?— she said.

—Of course.—

She hesitated for a second before speaking.

—Have you talked to Lando recently?—

Charles’s brows furrowed slightly at the mention of his name.

—Not really. We see each other at races, but you know how it is. Everyone’s busy.—

Amelie nodded slowly.

Charles studied her for a moment before asking, —Why? You two still not talking?—

Amelie scoffed, shaking her head. —Nope. Not even a little bit.—

Charles didn’t press immediately, but he was curious. He knew something had happened between them, something bad enough to completely destroy their friendship.

—What even happened?— he finally asked. —You guys were inseparable, and then suddenly... nothing.—

Amelie exhaled through her nose, looking straight ahead.

—It’s complicated.— she muttered.

Charles raised an eyebrow. —That’s the most bullshit answer I’ve ever heard.—

Amelie let out a dry laugh. —Yeah, well. It’s all I’ve got.—

Charles didn’t push further. If she didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t force her.

—Fair enough.— he said.

Another silence settled between them, and after a few moments, Amelie turned to him with a small smile.

—Thanks for tonight, by the way. Even if you’re an ass and made me relive my trauma.—

Charles chuckled. —Anytime. We should do this more often.—

—Yeah, we should.—

And with that, the night carried on, laughter and teasing filling the air, just like it always had between them.

[pleasantspark]

To make it abundantly clear. I do see @chaifootsteps as a friend. A close associate. But it doesn't mean spreading false allegations. Just like the pitchforked. I don't like Proshippers or Zoophiles but I don't obsess over calling Chai out 447744747 times over blatantly disproven claims. And thanks to @doodler16 Chai had delivered on concerns that brought up.

I'm a victim of CSA, Grooming and a plethora of false allegations. To have people freak out about the drawing of a chibi character (I don't really understand the difference between the two. Because Cub is child like and chibi is just miniature. People mistake the two a lot.)

"These came from credible SOURCES!!!!"

The screenshots you are referencing and the anti-chai crowd are getting it from DaniDraws and other problematic Twitter users. The same people who exclusively defended against the things YOU claim CHAI did.

They accused Chai of shit that seems to be out of nowhere. Going off assumptions rather then actual logic. Because the crash outs I see is really fucking telling. You can claim someone is a Murderer for wanting to kill a fictional character and the person accusing them of it would be attacked but THE AUDICITY WHEN I A GROWN WOMAN LIKES CELL, A BUG!!!1! INCECTAPHILLA! YOU'RE A ZOOPHILE!

If you're this butthurt about people TRYING to change maybe I don't know? Ignore them. This drama all started because people genuinely can't take a hint and solve this shit in private. And no it's not because "Ohhh I couldn't contact them bc their DMs are private" its really dumb af because this person could've asked someone else to help them contact them, which shows you DIDN'T want to handle it.

I'm sorry if I am laying Heavy on this person but I am sick and tired of false allegations that were proven by the accusee of being false or warped or even worse misconstrued being used around. If you have a problem with someone, go to them. Refusing to confront them but rather call them out as the various people (Newsflash some people who are criticizing them in your Anon Box/Reblogs are on the side of the Stans so they will OF COURSE overexaggerate claims.) who I see are COWARDS who can't even leave a message or go to me to sort an arrangement out, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN HIMSELF, I have a server where you can sort this shit out.

Some of you are what? in your 20s? Adults? Functioning members of society but you cannot handle talking to people or hiring someone to middleman it? I am genuinely embarrassed of you guys, perpetrating false allegations and pushing the guilty by association just for PEOPLE trying to educate you? No, none of you should be critics at all if you're gonna act like stans, if you disagree and still believe Chai is guilty after his clarifications, then fine by me. No one's gonna change your mind. I just find it time consuming and all in all stupid to continue to focus on shit NO ONE really cares about or just finding more reasons to hate.

Sounds like stans amiright? So whenever you cross a post that has some allegations, don't go get the pitchforks, consider it as false before proven. You are not helping the case, and Tumblr is going to become the next coming of Twitter if we all don't treat allegations as skepticism. Goodnight, and this is my final message.

[cxncordia]

"You don't know half of it, Mike. If you did, you wouldn't be so open and brash about your status in the FBI." Addison admitted, taking off his glass and setting them aside. Okay, if he needed to be truthful then, so be it. He pulled out a box of cigarettes and lifted it up, getting permission from Mike to light one with a gesture.

"Let's start by the basics: your organization works for a bigger and more suspicious organization called The Technocratic Union. We just call them the Technocracy." A pause to take a breath, letting each word fall on it's own weight. "A group of individuals who believe that submission and control are the key to keeping Reality in check... and they will use whatever force, —political, propaganda or even military force—, to achieve their goal and whatever gets in their way. As long as the masses remain asleep, they will continue reigning." Addison then turned up to meet Mike's gaze, gouging how far he was going with. One thing was to reveal that his grandpa was not whom he said he was, another one to reveal that he had been working to support the bad guys.

"I'm not saying you specifically, but some in your organization definitely are in cahoots with the Technocracy," Addison admitted. "And some of the people that your organization has captured were to support the fascist agenda of this shadow government." The lawyer then proceeded to pick out, from his own messenger bag, a folder that he extended to the young blonde man. A soft huff left Addison's lips and then continued. "Back in the day, your organization was not as well communicated, coast to coast information was not spread widely, which served well to a man known as The Doctor."

"A doctor by title, yes, but the reality is much worse." A sigh. "He was a doctor who performed a lot of human experiments. He was a mage like me, but a sick individual, a monster, if you will. He performed lobotomy on his patients, and once he did, his victims would become nothing more than a shell, a puppet to do whatever he willed them. He also experimented on the bodies of his victims, trying to see if there was a way to create a superhuman." A huff. Just thinking about it, he felt his stomach turn and twist. "The main problem was that the man belonged to the Technocracy. A well known and respected surgeon who used his position to cover-up his tracks." Addison closed his eyes, wishing to not remember all of the gruesome details as best as he could, but he didn't. They were there, haunting him forverer. "The Doctor was known for creating thralls, enslaved humans, out of his own lobotomized victims. At one point he had a young adult enslaved and then forced to kill his own family in a gruesome mimicking act."

All the evidence collected on such matter had been stored in multiple files and photographies, some of them taken by Joseph himself, which Addison had extended to Mike know in order to prove his point. The photos were violent and gruesome, depicting a group of individuals, all of them having the heart and brains taken out with precise skill. "The lobotomized victim's name was Richard Harrison. And the attack was not random: The Doctor planned every movement because he made sure to leave enough evidence to pin this crime on Robert Harrison, Richard's twin." Mike had the dossier of both brothers in file. One depicted all the chronic maladies that afflicted Richard: depression, anxiety, melancholy and even transvestism, back at a time where dressing up as a woman was a mental deviation. The other file however contained much different information.

"It wasn't a random attack: he made sure that the attack seemed similar to a ritual performed by Egyptian priests back in the day, because Robert Harrison was none other than a member of our council. He belonged to the Euthanatoi, a group of individuals who believe in Death and Reincarnation." A pause, again, Addison wanted to make sure that Mike was indeed following him. "The Doctor had every intention to have Robert take the fall and make us way weaker... and he even enforced it by having your agency aprehend him and jail him." Addison shook his head, the disdain that he had for the institutions back then was still ever present. "Until I took the case to support Robert and thanks to the clever insight of Joseph, I was able to create a defense and prove his innocence." A smile. "I was able to save his life and show the world, the real world, not the one ruled by the Technocracy, the truth. That the man who did it was not him but the Doctor."

There was so much more that could be said, so much more history to unveil, but Addison decided to leave it as it was, for the moment.

"I hope this can give you some clarity, at least," Addison added. "Because if you really want to help, then it's good to know what you are truly fighting against."

‘Yeah? Well, maybe you should.’ Mike cleared his throat, turning to pour himself another drink. 

‘Or maybe you can sit down and tell me the truth. Everything.’ He sipped the drink before facing Addison. ‘Everything you have about the original case. Filling in the gaps for your…’ He shook his head, unable to find the words for the supernatural element. ‘And then I’ll see how helpful I can be.’ 

He took another sip, licking the remnants from his lips before leaning back against the table that faced the couch. ‘So, you can either do that. Or you can leave without fucking with my head. Those are your two choices.’ 

He held up a finger with the hand that wielded the glass. ‘And before you even think about a third, less pleasant option, I’m a Federal Agent.’ Addison didn’t look like the type of guy to attack him out of nowhere, especially as weak and tearful as he seemed right now. But Mike had seen men like Addison try to take out whole families. People were capable of anything. 

‘And I’m not trying to stomp on you, yet. And maybe the FBI won’t, if they have someone in on this case.’ 

Sure, Mike had lied about how close to law enforcement he was. But if he was going to be any use, he needed Addison on the same page.

[meowsticmarvels]

constantly thinking about weird fucked up persona aus but mostly on the brain rn is p3/4 stuff. like for one a swap with the IT and SEES (like location and premise and all that) would be crazy but for reasons that I'll elaborate on in the tags it's not perfect. but what IS crazy to me and had been rotating in my brain is. the concept of SEES having shadows.

for a while I've been thinking of an au where the answer features their shadows. granted I haven't played/watched the answer but the concept is certainly really insane because the characters do have enough issues for it to be crazy. even by that time. there'd be general overarching themes of grief and loss between them all but also individual things (that some of them do mostly get over but still. this would be insane mid-game too) -- junpei's jealousy, akihiko's need to not lose anyone ever again, mitsuru's guilt and feeling like she has to make up for the kirijo group's shortcomings, etc. would be a hell of a time and I'd love to write this concept if I can thinknof things. talk to me abt ur thoughts on p3 characters having p4 esque shadows im thinking

[narugen]

alright buckle up it’s time for me to spread my hoshina/mina agenda

1. mina being unserious as hell with the most serious face when it comes to hoshina (taking a picture of him being upset over losing kaiju #8)

2. “could you be the one to carve the path for me?” she specifically asked him because of his swordsmanship that every elder/senior in his life had dismissed him for citing it was an end of an era. she’s the only one who believed in him after years of being put down by everybody (even his own family)

3. devotion & loyalty & trust - do i even need to say anything they make me go crazy

i can’t add anymore pics so i’ll word dump properly in another post but wow i’m bonkers abt them 😭 something something thank you for choosing me / thank you for being someone i can rely on

[lesbiansanemi]

Was doing so good holding it together today but now that I’m laying down and trying to sleep I’m tearing up and I can feel that I’m about to burst into tears any second now

[magnusmodig]

||. Thinking quietly about Thor and his friends. How they all filled a space in him and outside of him that Thor needed fulfilled... The most obvious being in the group's battle formation, but even outside of that too.

Volstagg with his jolly nature helping Thor keep morale up, being the glue that keeps the warriors together, especially when it comes to making group compromises and hard decisions. Hogun with his straight-laced practicality , the way he'd be able to offer an outside perspective to Asgard's ways — something invaluable to Thor. Fandral for all of his apparent womanizing likely keeping up with the courts of Asgard and so Thor would be in the know in a much more close manner through what Fandral knows, and what he's able to find out in Thor's stead. And he's quite personable, in a manner much more suited to crowds than Thor... so that makes the finding of information that much easier, and quicker to relay. (Thor may be a prince, but he's also got Homeschooler Energy out the wazzoo.) Thinking about Sif and Thor being something of childhood friends... Or as close to childhood friends as someone like Thor can have, when you live in a palace your whole life and are largely confined to its walls with your tutors and your parents and your brother for company keep. But Sif would be the exception, I'd imagine, if indeed she is of noble birth the way I'd suspect it.... and Thor and Sif would have gotten along splendidly, especially once he finds out her desire to become a shield-maiden, and then that leads into learning about the Valkyrie, and of course then Thor would want Sif to be HIS Valkyrie, because of all the people who are mighty and brave and compassionate, and who would then deserve to be his esteemed commander of guard, surely why WOULDN'T it be Lady Sif?

And of course there's Loki, who completes many of Thor's loose ends and falterings in plenty of ways, but that's it's own story and its own post for a different time.

Thor picked his warriors well and he picked them wisely. There's not a single quest or mission they can't overcome because each of their strengths buoy the other's weaknesses. Together, when in sync, they're all six of them a well-oiled machine, and it's really no wonder that they, together, become "Asgard's Finest", and it's really no wonder that they were all to be Thor's council as King. (If only all of them lived...)

[konkusuriuri]

food . water . vbros women being written well .