#like sir chill a bit pls

[evielmostdefinitely]

Pls do something with peacekeeper!Coriolanus I have yet to see anyone do that trope + I feel like he’s more mean and protective in that era

mastermind |peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: based off above prompt, but wanted to tweak it a teeny tiny bit so this is how coriolanus meets capitol!reader. the plot of the original film is altered a little to fit this.

contains: tw- violence, guns, shooting. dark, protective, manipulative coriolanus. not super heavy, but there are some kinda darkish themes so read at your own discretion.

“Snow,” Commander Hoff’s gruff voice rang through the doorway, hitting Coriolanous head on, his heart lurching with fear. They found out about Lucy Gray, that she’d escaped after Mayfair and Billy’s death. Or maybe worse, maybe she hadn’t headed north, maybe she’d told them. 

His mind raced as he took a step forward, helmet in hand respectfully, hoping Hoff wouldn’t see the way his hands trembled. “Commander, Sir.” Snow held his head high. If this was to be the end, he wouldn’t go out crying. Not like Sejanus- no, Corio would have pride. 

Hoff set the papers down on his desk with a huff, head jerking back for Coriolanus to come towards him. “Snow, I need you to escort Miss Duke to the Mayor’s office.” He nodded towards the corner. “I guess with the recent tragedy of his daughter, Mayor Mayfield’s mind has been elsewhere. He didn’t get his quarterly tesserae count turned in. The Capitol sent Miss Duke to get them, so make sure she gets there.” 

Coriolanus’ eyes wandered to you, standing in the corner properly, hands clasped elegantly in front of you. A shining beacon in the dark skies of the coal country, a glimmering ray of good after all the bad Corio had. He could tell you were from The Capitol, though you tried to dress more humbly for the visit to the district, he supposed. 

You gave him a smile, and for a moment, Corio’s heart leapt with excitement. That familiar rush of heat returning, coursing through his chest. “Private Snow will take you there, Miss Duke. He’s one of our best. On his way to officer training in Two. You’re in good hands.” Commander Hoff nodded. 

You thanked him quietly, kitten heels clicking across the hardwood floors. Coriolanus followed you, trying to keep his stoic expression, though his eyes wandered to the swell of your ass, hugged perfectly in your dress. 

“Snow,” Commander Hoff called before he left. “A word?” 

The icy chill of fear flooded back into Corio’s system, gripping the knob. You didn’t seem to notice, nodding politely, shutting the door behind you. 

“Sir?” Coriolanus swallowed the lump in his throat, approaching the desk slowly. 

Hoff leaned back in his chair. “You know who that is, right?” 

Coriolanus blinked. His mind had been so occupied with his impending doom, his fate had seemed to turn and tread on the worst sides of things, he was so sure it would continue. “Miss Duke?” 

Hoff blinked at him, laughing softly. “Yeah, Duke, Snow.” He pressed. Coriolanus felt dumb, small like he did when he talked to Highbottom. “Snow, does the name Atticus Duke mean anything to you?” 

Coriolanus' eyes widened lightly, turning towards the door in surprise. “Atticus Duke? The-” 

“-The man who owns half of Panem?” Hoff snorted lightly. “Yeah, that’s his youngest out there. Only girl, alright?” 

Coriolanus felt his curiosity peek. He’d been wallowing in the loss of Lucy Gray, he didn’t even put it together. Thinking you were just another Capitol girl. Not the Duke Heiress. 

“Yes, sir. I-I see that now.” Corio nodded dumbly. 

“Good. So you know that her father paid for the destruction of the rebellion? That he funded the Capitol? And that if these people see her, those fucking Rebels are likely to want to hurt her?” Hoff pressed, his eyes narrowed in seriousness. “And that if something happens to her, our entire platoon will be hanging from that tree- or worse?” 

It shouldn’t have made Coriolanus as excited as he was. The thought of having that much power. He could easily have that level of control, have people quaking with fear- even the powerful ones, trembling at his feet the way Atticus Duke did. Oh, how he envied it. How he craved it. 

“Yes, sir.” Coriolanus nodded. 

“Snow, listen to me.” Hoff sat up straight, leaning over the desk. “If any of them get close to her, no mercy- do you understand?” 

Coriolanus nodded again, spine straightening with authority. “I have others trailing and leading the both of you- crowd control, but I wanted her to feel safe. Feel welcome. So I stuck her with you. Figured a familiar face from the Capitol would put her at some ease. Keep her from telling her father something that would have him questioning my rank and order around here.” 

“I understand, Commander.” Coriolanus said firmly. “I’ll keep her safe.” 

“Wow,” You muttered, looking around the cobbled street. The Peacekeepers ahead of you barking orders, scaring off any pedestrians wandering about. “Is it always like this?” 

Corio blinked, his gun cradled in his hand, finger on the trigger- ready. “Always like what?” 

“This,” You waved around you. “It’s very…” 

“Depressing?” Corio muttered, a grumble, eyes scanning the perimeter in front of him over the gray skies and smog filled air. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly. “I pictured it… prettier?” 

“It’s the coal district, Miss Duke.” Coriolanus said, the barrel of his gun pointed for backup at a scurrying coal miner. 

“So that’s what makes it so sad?” You challenged, brow raised. 

Corio didn’t answer. He knew what you were implying, and he wouldn’t humor it. Instead, his eyes scanned the street. “May I ask why you’re here?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“What?” Corio snapped, harsher than he meant to. 

“Why you’re here?” You repeated. “I, uh, I don’t want to sound rude. I just- I saw you on the games. You were the mentor who won. I just, I figured you would be at University with the others.” 

“I made an enemy. A powerful one.” Corio quipped shortly, jaw set. He couldn’t let his mind race and spiral, not now. He needed to stay focused. 

“Oh,” You muttered, looking down at the wet, broken road. “I’m sorry.” 

Corio’s heart skipped, maybe with joy, maybe with fear. “May I ask you why you’re here?” Coriolanus asked, eyes cutting down towards you. 

“I have to get the count for the tesserae.” You motioned towards the Mayor’s office before you. “I have to take them back to The Capitol.” 

“Yes, but,” Corio paused, scanning the area. “You’re- Surely, you don’t need to do that, Miss Duke.” He muttered, voice dropping to a low octave. 

You blushed, sheepishly looking towards your shoes, ruined from the muck in the road. “So, Commander Hoff briefed you on me?” You grinned. 

Coriolanus didn’t answer. “I already knew.” He lied easily, eyes cutting to you. “We’ve met before. In passing. I was Sejanus’ friend.” 

“Oh,” Your face fell. “Right. I-I am so sorry for your loss. It was-” 

“-Yes.” Corio nodded, the bile rising in his throat. “We-We met at the Academy’s Ball two springs ago.” 

You turned, looking at him fully for the first time. He tried not to blush, icy eyes meeting your own for a moment. “That’s right.” You grinned. “You-You had longer hair. Tigris’ cousin?” 

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded. 

“She was apprenticing for my aunt.” You smiled softly. 

Corio looked at you, his rigid posture slacking just for a moment, relaxing in your presence. “Why aren’t you doing something like that?” He asked, brows furrowing for a moment. “Or in University, yourself. Surely that would be… more appropriate than this.”

You bit back a smile, chin ducking down. “Maybe.” You shrugged. “I like this job, though. I get to see the Districts.” 

“Why would you ever want to do that?” Corio snarled lightly. “I can’t wait to get out of them. Get away from these people.” He muttered bitterly. 

You blinked at him, eyes narrowing lightly, stopping before the steps of the Mayor’s building. “You seemed quite fond of that song bird you helped win.” You countered. “And she was among these people.” 

Coriolanus was stunned, mouth opening stupidly, before swallowing his jumbled words. Instead, he offered you his arm politely for you to steady yourself on while you climbed the steps to the Mayor’s office. 

Coriolanus waited outside the office at attention while you collected the tesseraes for the quarter from a distraught, and clearly drunken, Mayor Mayfield. His slurred speech, pores sweating out whiskey soaked odor. 

You took the envelope, thanking him before quickly slipping out. Coriolanus stood beside you, falling back into step with you, the other Peacekeepers joining around the two of you. 

“You’re returning to The Capitol today?” Corio asked, though his eyes stayed straight ahead. 

“They asked me to stay the night.” You answered simply. “Something about a train leaving in the morning?” You looked at him carefully. You knew he was to join you with the others. You’d given the orders from Dr. Gaul to Commander Hoff that morning.

Coriolanus frowned, turning to you curiously. “Tomorrow? Why would they make you-” 

The ravenous bark of Peacekeepers in front of you made you jump, a deranged looking man, covered in soot from the mines, charging at you with a vengeful pace. You froze, clutching the envelope in front of you like a shield, glued to the concrete in pure fear. 

“Gimme that envelope, you stupid bitch!” The man roared, mere feet away from you. “Get my daughter’s name outta there! Take it out!” 

You flinched, bracing for the impact of him hitting you, his body hurling towards yours. It never came. Instead, a shot behind you had a gasp tearing from your lungs. The bullet so close to your own head, you heard it whizzing past you like the June Bugs that flew in the fields in the countryside of the district. 

The man grunted, a bloody gurgle, a crimson patch seeping through his stomach. The other Peacekeepers seized him, shouting and grabbing at him, hauling him away roughly. Your hand trembled, pressing to your lips. Coriolanus stood behind you, gun lowering, finger still on the trigger. 

His face was hard, stoic, eyes narrowed dangerously- furiously. “Come on.” Coriolanus muttered, a hand gently on your back, guiding you forwards. The crowds were peering, poking around at the sound of gunshots, the groans and screams of the man. “We need to get you to the Commander’s Quarters.” 

“Snow, hey, look we-we didn’t see him-” One Peacekeeper jogged frantically, hands trembling in fear. “He just- He came out of nowhere. I’m so sorry, Miss.” 

“It’s alrig-” 

“-Come on.” Coriolanus hissed, cutting your apology off short. “We need to get her back quickly. Can you manage that?” He snapped at the other boy. 

The other boy faltered for a moment, scrambling back into line. You were still shaking, pushed into Corio’s side far closer than what would be appropriate for two strangers. “He-He was just saying sorry.” You muttered, your own eyes scanning around you. 

“He nearly got you killed.” Coriolanus snapped, his eyes hard but they never met your gaze, scanning around you protectively. “His carelessness nearly cost you your life.” Cost us all our lives, Corio thought. 

You didn’t respond, only stepping with his quickened pace. 

“Are you alright?” You asked Coriolanus, peeking around the corner of the train station towards him. 

He was surprised to see you, though he supposed he shouldn’t have been. He assumed the ‘Princess of Panem’ would have her own private carriage on the train, not subjected to riding with him. 

“I think I’m supposed to ask you that.” Corio gave a half smile, a tone much lighter than it was before. 

You blushed, looking down. “I’m alright.” You sighed lightly. “I told your Commander that. I promise I don’t need an escort back to The Capitol.” 

Coriolanus looked down at his bags. “I’m not- I’m returning to The Capitol as well.” He said, chest boasting at the words. 

“Oh?” You lifted a brow. “No District Two?” 

“No,” Corio shook his head. “I’ve been asked to return.” It was vague, and he knew it- knew it piqued your interest. 

“Well, congratulations. I’m sure your family will be excited.” You smiled politely, lifting your own overnight bag when the train doors opened. 

“Here,” Coriolanus stopped you, reaching for the strap of the bags. Your hands brushed in the smallest way. Overlapping as he took the bag politely, a surge of electricity jolted between both of you, rapid sparks that would crescendo in the days, weeks, years to come. 

You blushed, turning your head to hide the way it flustered you. It was so embarrassingly juvenile, his eyes sparkling, lips tugging in a grin when he looked at you, pinky grazing over your knuckle just for a moment before he held the bag. 

“Allow me.” Coriolanus was smug, proud, pulling the bag up. He let you on first, placing the bags away, eyes cutting towards you. You were stealing a glance at him, turning after being caught sheepishly. 

You had the window seat, looking out at the smoggy station. “Is this seat taken?” Corio asked, hand resting on the arm of the seat next to you. 

You shook your head, moving your hands to your lap. You were so poised, Corio knew it had been drilled into your head since you were young, just as it was to him. His mind raced with excitement, the idea of getting you to be so improper, defile you. 

“Do you know your orders once you return?” You asked, looking at him carefully. The trains whistle trilling in the background. 

“I’m not sure.” It was a complete lie, he only knew a fraction of what awaited him when he returned. All the more reason he needed an ally, a powerful one at that. 

“Why?” Corio pressed, leaning forward to look at you. His dog tags hung loosely around his neck, draping over his underclothes of his uniform. It made your heart race. 

“I was just curious.” You shrugged, swallowing gently. 

“You were wanting to see me again?” Corio pressed, boldly. His heart skipped when you whipped around, staring at him with a wide eyed expression. 

“W-What?” You choked out, trying to remain calm, composed, but your heart was beating so fastly you were sure it would burst. 

“Were you wanting to see me again?” Coriolanus hummed, shifting in his seat to turn towards you. You were pressed against the glass, pinned by his gaze. “Because I was hoping to see you again. If you’d have me.” 

“You would?” You squeaked, sure that your fluster was apparent all over your face. 

“If you’d let me.” Corio purred smoothly. “I���d like to take you out sometime. Get to know you better. I’m very,” His fingers brushed over your own hand, satisfied at how you shuddered. “Interested in getting to know you.” 

You swallowed. No man had ever been so direct with you. He’d saved you the night before, so effortlessly. The feeling of his bicep around you, shielding you away, strong and steady. It had you sneaking your fingers between your thighs later that night shamefully at the thought. 

“I-I would like that.” You nodded, mind screaming when his hand held your, cradled with such care, you almost forgot how brutal he was yesterday. 

“Tomorrow?” Coriolanus asked, head tilting to the side. He wanted to set the date before you forgot, before you had time to ask around about him or think too much about his actions before. 

“That-That would be lovely.” You nodded, tongue swelling thickly in your mouth, heart hammering as he pushed closer and closer. 

His hand cradled your jaw softly, thumb stroking over your cheek bone. “May I?” Corio hummed, eyes lustful. 

You nodded. You weren’t quite sure why, you’d certainly never done something like this before. But then his lips were on you, hand cradling your jaw, moving to the back of your head gently. He migrated into your chair, somewhere between the Districts, hands on your back, pulling you in closer and closer. He kissed you like a man starved, possessively and passionately all at once- it made your head spin. 

It dawned on Coriolanus, what Dr. Gaul was talking about. Sacrifice, while brutal, was necessary. Losing Lucy Gray, Sejanus, without that would it have ever brought you to him? He would be in the woods, starving with a girl who nearly used him to survive, or hanging from a tree next to Sejanus. Certainly not sitting side by side in the train car, stealing small smiles and gentle kisses with you. His fate had turned, re-routed and he could see it now- his future, his empire with you. 

[coryosbaby]

Ultraviolence - E.L & C.M

(pt. 1)

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Stepbrother! Ethan Landry x fem! Reader, Chad Meeks Martin x fem! Reader (not in this chapter), Ethan Landry x Chad Meeks Martin (not in this chapter)

Warning: dubcon, stepcest (stepsister x stepbrother), reference to being siblings while fucking (I’m sorry), jealousy, p n v, Ethan isn’t a virgin in this, loss of virginity for reader, Cherry popping, slight blood kink, scent kink, sir kink, dark! Dom! Ethan, sub! Reader, slight perv! Reader, Ethan is older (19/20), reader is of age, quinn doesn’t exist ig, masturbation, fingering, corruption kink, degradation, choking, a little bit of titty worship

A/N: this is the first part to the stepbrother! Ethan landry fic! <3 heavily imagining the way Ethan acts after the ghostface reveal for this, bc he’s just so cray cray and fine 😜 so he’s like, majorly unhinged and cocky 💗💋 reader is also hyperfem ! (I like pt 2 better honestly pls bear with me)

When you first figured out that your mom was marrying, you were ecstatic. She deserved to be married to a decent guy, and Wayne was someone in that category. He was nice, had money, and you didn’t dislike him.

When you first met Ethan, however, he made you nervous.

You didn’t hate him, per say. But the intense look he gave you the first time he was forced to shake your hand put a chill up your spine. His gaze itself cut into you like a knife. Polar opposites, him in dark sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans. And you? Clad in the shortest skirts, in the tightest tops.

The boy had ignored you the first few weeks of knowing each other. Now moved in, you’re both in the same house. Your rooms are right across from each other’s: yours completely covered in pink, with flower and hello kitty accessories laying about. Ethan’s is definitely different; a little bit less cluttered, most of it blue. A bookcase in one corner. You knew this because he left his door open quite often.

You regret not paying attention to that tiny detail.

It’s a sunny day. The sun is shining brightly down on you as you rest beside the pool in your backyard. Clad in a checkered pink bathing suit, your hair is thrown up with a claw clip and you’re spread out on a towel. Suntanning is one of your favorite activities, and today is great for it.

Wayne is at work and your mom is away doing errands. You don’t know where Ethan is. Probably in the living room watching a show, you suspect. It’s what he usually does.

You sigh, and pop the knuckle of your left hand. It’s definitely time for a drink, and you want to get your Bluetooth speaker.

When you go inside, you climb up the stairs to your room. Ethan’s door is slightly cracked, but not to the point where you can see inside. Not unless you’re close to it, at least. He must be busy.

You roll your eyes when you catch sight of the dress you’re going to be forced to wear at your mom’s wedding resting on the top of your dresser. You love her, but the woman does not have a good sense of style.

Grabbing the small speaker in your hand, you begin to make your way back outside.

And that’s when you hear it.

A groan, and then something wet.

Its coming from Ethan’s room, and sounds like him. And it’s as if the sounds he’s making started up right when you went to leave. And with his door unlocked? It couldn’t be that wrong to be curious and see what he was doing, could it?

You approach the door, not really thinking it through. And when you catch sight of the room through the crack of the door, it takes everything in you not to rub yourself.

You can see Ethan on his bed, shirt off and his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, his sweats pulled down to expose himself. He’s looking at his cock, face scrunched up in pleasure, and god, he’s big. You can feel your face heating up, can feel your swimsuit beginning to get soaked with more than just water.

“Oh… shit. Yeah, baby. You like that cock, don’t you? You dirty little bitch.” He growls, and it’s like he’s saying it directly to you.

And maybe he is. Because as his thumb is rubbing the tip of his cock, he looks directly at your quivering form in the door, thrusts his hips into the air, and cums.

You’re trying your hardest to avoid Ethan.

And who wouldn’t? He’s your fucking stepbrother and you just watched him jack off; not only that, but he orgasmed when he saw you watching. It’s fucked up.

You try to push the guilt of touching yourself later that night to the thought of it down. And it’s hard. Ethan sends you glances, a lot more noticeable than his usual ones, and when you make eye contact with him he looks at you with mischievous eyes.

And then comes the day that you’re both alone again. You’re on the couch watching a show, trying to get your mind off of Ethan. When of course, he comes down the stairs, wearing a black button up shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs his muscles and you try not to pay attention to that. He sits down beside you.

“Hey, sis.” His voice is amused, and you don’t look at him as you adjust your thigh highs.

“Hey, Ethan.” You mumble. The tv show is suddenly very interesting.

“I like this show, too. Really good.” He notes, as if this isn’t the first set of words you’ve ever really said to each other. His hand rests on the top of your thigh and the movement makes you jump out of your seat. You look at him for a moment and then scurry to the kitchen.

“Where are you goin’ sis?” He questions loudly.

“T-To…get something to drink!”

You go to the fridge to open the door and pull out a Cherry Coke, nervous hands skimming over other drinks to have an excuse to stay in the room for longer. You jump when you turn around and Ethan is leaning against the counter. He looks calm, a small smirk playing on his handsome face.

“Can you get me one too, sweet thing?”

The nickname makes you flush, and you turn around to reach back into the fridge and grab another Cherry Coke.

You hold it out to him, but instead of grabbing the drink his hand goes to wrap around your wrist to pull you closer. You inhale sharply when his hand comes up to move a piece of your hair out of the way. He then leans into you, so much that you can feel his breath. You clench your eyes shut and pull away when his lips almost touch yours.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“E-Ethan…” he’s looking at you so intently, that it makes you flush under his gaze. And then his fingers move to the thin strap of your top, playing with it. He seems deeply concentrated on it. Or, more likely, your tits. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do or… or trying to start, but we can’t-”

“You’re really pretty, do you know that?” He interrupts, and you stutter, not really knowing how to reply.

“Y-Yes? I mean, a lot of people say it, but…” he looks up at you and smiles.

“You’re so sweet, too. So innocent..” he frowns, his grip tightening on your shirt strap. “But maybe you aren’t. Because you’re a little pervert, aren’t you baby?”

“I-I didn’t… I didn’t mean to-“

“But you did. Don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m sorry…” you say, breathless.

And then, without warning, he’s kissing you. You gasp at the harshness of his mouth, and he yanks you closer to him by your hair. He turns you around to shove your body against the counter, as if you weigh nothing. You moan, and he reaches down to grope one of your tits in his hand.

“Let me see these. Now.”

You whimper, hesitant, so Ethan makes the decision for you. He yanks your straps down and your tits spill out, nipples hard and stiff from your arousal. He brings one into his mouth and sucks, his teeth scraping the swollen skin.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see these tits, sweetheart.” His cock grinds against your clothed pussy, and you thrust your hips forward.

“This is… god, this is so wrong, fuck…”

“But you want it, don’t you? Dirty girl.”

His strong hands go underneath your ass and lift you up on the counter. He brings his mouth back to yours, and groans when you touch his hard bulge through his sweats. Fuck it. What’s done now can’t be undone.

“I do want it, sir. Wan’ it so bad.”

He lifts your skirt up, moves your underwear to the side, and sticks his middle finger in your tight heat. You hide your face in his chest, his smell making your brain cloudy, makes you forget the possibility that both of your parents could come home at any moment.

“You’re such a wet little thing.” He breathes. “Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy, baby?”

You nod shyly, and he laughs.

“C’mon, baby, don’t get shy on me now. Let me see you. ”

You look up at him, and he grips your throat.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He questions again.

“Yes sir.”

And then moments later you’re bent over the counter, virgin pussy spasming around Ethan’s incredibly large length. You’re crying, the stretch painful, but nonetheless he feels amazing.

His big hands grip your hips harshly as he slams into you, sweat beading on his chest. When he looks down, your creamy fluid mixed with blood drips down his cock, and he grins.

“Awww, baby. You’re bleeding! ” He mocks. “Little virgin pussy can’t handle my fat cock, can it?”

You mewl, thrusting your hips back harder, craving more of him.

“Yeah, pretty baby. That’s it. Take your big brother’s cock.”

[papil0nglegs]

One small step at a time! 🛸

Tf2 x Juno!reader

A/n: This one’s for all my overwatch babes <33 ik this idea is rlly niche but this was so fun to write I’m so proud of this. Most of these can be interpreted as platonic but read however you’d like, enjoy ✨

Warnings: Scottish people, Drinking, Passing out drunk

Vocab: (p/f) - Parental Figure

Engineer

He has such a father daughter relationship with you

When you first landed on earth he was extremely fascinated by the technology your (p/f) discovered to get to mars, especially your anti-gravity boots

“So these things are just makin’ you float around?”

“Yeah! I’m not really used to earths gravity so my (p/f) sent me off with overboots!.. how do you guys get anything done while stuck on the ground?”

“We just make do with what we can, sugar”

His fav activity with you? Lounging. Doesn’t look like much but his rancho relaxer + you using your jetpack to ‘sit’? Soo cute

You guys would just be chilling in his workshop after doing whatever task it was you were doing <3

“You want a beer, Buttercup?”

“No thank you! I’m not really fond of drinks with alcohol since all we could drink at mars was juice and water”

“shoot, glad I’m not you”

He’s definitely one of the mercs who warmed up to you the fastest, he’s just chill like that.

Medic

Pls don’t tell him your from mars, weird shit is gonna happen

He’s going to treat you like one of his test subjects, at first it starts tame with general check ups but it escalated pretty fast.

When doing his uber surgery on you he decided to explore more things

“..how long was I out, Dr. Ludwig?”

“Oh not long!! Just two.. days”

“What? You said it would only take about 20 minutes!!”

“Vell yes I did say that my Martian friend, however I must say curiosity got the best of me! I simply had to know more about your anatomy”

“Uhm,, ok”

Yeah you’re so scared of him now lol

But of course you two do need to work together to try healing your teammates

He loves it when you heal him, it’s always a pleasant surprise since he never expects to get healed, like ever

“Here! I can help you!!”

“Oo, so vats how it feels..”

Spy

Yeah he doesn’t think your good for the team

Sure it was interesting to meet someone who was born and raised in a completely different planet, however your inexperience with earth was enough for him to neglect you

Once you visited his smoke room to find abundance of books, you being new to earth were excited to see all the knowledge they carried

“Wow! Can I borrow this one? I’d like to learn more about earth and its continents!!”

“Go ahead, I never made use of that thing anyways”

It always catches him off guard how little knowledge you have about earth, especially since your were chosen to go on the mission to earth

Once you randomly found a globe somewhere in the break room and got so fascinated by it

“Earths colors are beautiful, I’d really like to go the that purple one!”

“Y/n, Russia is not purple. And you don’t want to visit there, it is full of trash people.”

“Oh..I see”

He doesn’t guide you to earth like the rest of the mercs, he wants to really straighten your back and push you to your limit

“Would a croissant go well with your meal good sir?”

“Excuse me?”

“You seem like you are from the Western Europeans my (p/f) brought back to mars!! Au revoir madam, please enjoy your tea”

Tbh that moment made his heart melt by just a little bit. Hey, he’s not a monster he can have heartfelt moments.. sometimes

Sniper

You are so fascinated by him, literally just him

For the most part it’s because of his job title ‘assassin’, you’ve never heard of such a job back home.

“Is it true you earn currency to kill specific people?”

“Why of course Sheila, who else would do it?”

“Well, on mars we kinda just let them live even if we don’t like them.. that’s a thing here right??”

You love going on roadtrips with him so he can show you around, just to see get a feel of that New Mexican dirt

You two have a relation where he misses his parents despite always arguing with them, and you miss your (p/f) because you two now live on completely different planets.

On those trips you tend to enjoy chilling in the back of his trailer. You can’t stand spending another second on an uncomfortable leather seat!! So you roam around a lot in what he basically considered his home.

“How was it back there? ‘eard sum ruckus out in the front.”

“Oh right! I am trying to get use to earths gravity so I tried cleaning up here a bit, I hope you don’t mind!!”

He almost cried, you reminded him of his ‘mum’

Whenever you’re curious about any animal you always go to him, we all know Australia a place with weird animals so

“Mr. Mundee, is this spider deadly?”

“I’m not sure, you should probably check in with doc tho. Your face lookin pretty swelled there mate..”

“Oh thank the stars! I was sure this was a lion..”

You passed out from the poison.

It’s good tho, sniper carried you to Medics room like the big brother he is 🧡

Demo-man

YOURE SO SCARED OF HIM

MORE THAN MEDIC

Not only is he obsessed with the drink that you’ve literally never heard of until you arrived in earth, but the way he acts makes it seem like crack

You have so many questions, they almost never get answered because he’s either too drunk or he’ll pass out with medic dragging him out the room

“Is it true that your stomach now declines any normal drinks?”

“Ayouhhh it’s just beerdelicois burp”

“..is he going to be alright?”

“Oh no worries my Martian friend, this happens all the time.. although I can never tell if he’ll live or not”

When on the battlefield he’s always screaming and creaming, sometimes it scares you so much to the point where you ask your fellow teammates to help you

“MR. CONAGHER, I THINK DEMO IS TRYING TO ATTACK ME!!”

“Darlin’, I thinks he’s just tryna get some healing..”

“But why is it yelling.. ☹️”

Now you’re scared of Scottish people, and convinced they probably eat their youth

Soldier

He def plays a father role like engineer, but way less charm and warmth to him

He’s like a dad at a soccer game, he’ll cheer you on but aggressively, to the point where it seems like he’s booing you

In the lobby he’d always do his soldier talk, and it never fails to make you do you best

“NOW, WILL YOU HAND THAT TEAMS ASS AND FEED IT TO HIM, OR AM I GOING TO HAVE TO DRAG YOURS BACK TO MARS TO YOUR MOMMA?”

“No sir!! I’ll feed it to them!”

“THATS RIGHT MAGGOT”

Soldier is always hard on you, sometimes he calls you a ‘space commie’ just for jokes, although his tone definitely sets you off

When you unleashed your orbital ray he started screaming about ‘the commies getting to us’, you had to reassure him several times that it was something you had full control of

Scout

This guy was ecstatic when he found out his new teammate was going to be from space, scout is really into comics (even tho he can’t read) so his imagination went wild when Ms Pauling announced that he’d be fighting alongside what he considered an alien

Once you arrived he was in awe, he thinks you’re the coolest person on the team solely because you’re from another planet.

But he did quickly recognize that you weren’t use to like, anything on earth.

He handed you a cold can of Bonk just for you to look at him confused

“What do I do with this?”

“You drink it?”

“..um I don’t think you’re supposed to drink ‘atomic punch’, that sounds like it hurts 0-0”

He had to teach you how to drink stuff that wasn’t in an aluminum bag, you didn’t take a liking to it but you got used to it

Scout offered you to sleep on the top bunk because he wanted to be nice and all, huge mistake.

The next morning you completely forgot you were on a different planet, so you rolled and fell 9 feet from the bed to the floor.

“Jesus y/n!! what the hell happened?”

“I think I.. fell? Falling feels weird..”

Gets so hype when you two are on the same team, he’s so ready to clock the enemy team with orbital ray

“Scout! My orbital ray is ready!! ^^”

“Whooo! Let’s go then E.T what are we waitin’ for??”

For the most part he’s the one who shows you everything you need to know about earth, baseball is his favorite thing to teach cuz obviously

When you joined him to watch a baseball match you were so excited yet so lost

“What happens if they win? Is this a war?”

“No? Toots it’s just a game”

“Hm, intresting.. then I must try this ‘game’ too!”

[phonydiaries]

Worse for The Wear, P X Reader

Disclaimer: I've barely progressed past the first miniboss in Lies of P and I don't want to spoil the story for myself so I'm going off of information pretty much exclusively based on gifsets and screenshots,,, so if some of this isn't lore-accurate pls forgive me! it's indulgent fluff. Also if you enjoy this short piece and want to read more from me please tell me! I'd love to interact with this fandom more. Thanks, hope you enjoy!

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As you kneel under the dank and decrepit streetlights, your knees are dirty, damp, and freezing cold against the pavement of Krat Station. Couldn’t this stranger have chosen a more convenient place to lose consciousness, you wonder. Perhaps he could’ve collapsed in a setting just slightly less dramatic than a torrential downpour? You’ll be sure to ask him as soon as he awakes. If he awakes. God, you hope he does. 

You came upon him by accident really. Weaving your way through alleyways, dimly lit and speckled with decaying automatons. Miraculously you were able to avoid being detected, though the boy now lying in front of you wasn’t so lucky. The sight of him made your heart sink; limbs strewn about on the ground, his face equally obscured by dark soaked locks over his eyes and the wet pavement pressed against his cheek. The poor thing’s once-white shirt was discolored to a near black, smeared with slick tarry oil. Against your better judgment, you stopped to make sure he was alright.

With one arm you reach around the man’s torso and ungracefully heave him into a face-up position. As gently as you can, you adjust so his head is allowed to rest in your lap. The stranger's face, like his clothes, is marred with automaton grease; streaked across the bridge of his nose, caught in his dark angular brows, blotting his delicate mouth. He looks elegant somehow, even in his current state. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes in, shallow. Breath! He is alive! Curious, you ever so slowly bring two fingers to the man’s mouth and carefully wipe away a smear of oil. As you go to inspect the material closer, something closes, steely and cold, around your wrist. Startled, you yelp and your eyes dart to whatever is now clutching your arm. A masterfully crafted hand of pure steel curls its fingers around your wrist. The metal chills you to the bone. Monetarily frozen, you catch a glimpse of brilliant blue glinting in the eyes of the stranger, like sunlight diffused through seaglass. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” You say, your voice a bit more shrill than you would like. The stranger's eyes narrow momentarily, but quickly soften. His energy is clearly limited, without much to be spent on anything other than remaining conscious. This is clearly evidenced by the immediate loosening of his grip as his head lolls back into your lap. 

“Oh…” You murmur, watching him with some concern. It’s difficult somehow to work up the courage to ask for more details on his injuries. You find yourself somewhat distracted by the beauty radiating from his waifish face. Your hand slides into place, cupping his pale cheek against your palm. His skin is soft, but cold. He can’t stay out in this storm much longer if he’s to have any chance at recovery. He seems to have momentarily slipped back into sleep, and so you take the opportunity to swipe away a lock of dark hair covering one eye.

“Sir,” you say softly “Can you stand? I’ll help you out of this rain if you’re able.” 

He stirs then. His lids flutter, heavy, as if each time he blinks it becomes harder to keep his eyes open. Your heart jumps a bit at the sight of it. 

“Please,” You trace the line of his sharp cheekbone “I’d be happy to get us both out of this mess.”

The stranger says nothing, but nods, and leans forward in an attempt at becoming upright once again. You preemptively hold your arms open, and he falls somewhat awkwardly into your chest. He’s heavier than you expected for someone with such a slight build! Although the mechanized arm probably accounts for most of it. With a bit of strain on your knees, you’re able to hoist him up into a standing -albeit hunched- position, his arm slung haphazardly around your shoulders. You swear a whimper escapes his lips as his chin dips into the nape of your neck. You try to focus on the task at hand, but have to admit to yourself that the feeling of his breath on your skin is electrifying. 

“Where -um- which way did you come from?” 

The stranger lifts his head just barely and looks around, obviously dazed. His gaze settles ahead and he raises his mechanical arm in a weak gesture towards a structure in the distance. You recognize it as Hotel Krat, a place you know of, but have never actually been. 

“There?” You ask, and the weary boy nods. In preparation for the journey ahead, you adjust your stance slightly. “Onwards and upwards then…” You mutter; and the two of you stumble forward stepping on each other's toes occasionally. Slowly but surely, you head towards shelter. 

The interior of the hotel is lit warmly, inviting and decorated beautifully. Under better circumstances you would’ve taken ample time to admire the whole place, but as soon as you step through the doors your companion collapses against the wall. He sucks in a sharp breath of air at his shoulders collision with the wall. Quickly you come to his aid, holding him steady at the waist and offering up your shoulder once again for him to lean on. Through a thick curtain of thoroughly drenched dark hair he looks at you, appreciative. 

“Thank you.” 

And the words are so soft, so melodic, you have to wonder if you only imagined it. Stunned, you respond simply,

“You’re welcome.”

You feel those striking blue eyes dance across your face, making it wildly difficult to think straight, much less speak. A sudden realization comes upon you; that in this moment you want nothing more in the world than to stay here, even freezing cold and soaked to the bone, taking in the sight of this man. 

You notice just above his brow there’s still remnants of that black liquid. Absent-mindedly, you move your hand from your companion’s waist to wipe it away, leaning in ever so slightly to get a closer look. The boy catches your hand halfway. At first you think he’s swatting it away, but instead he stares at it with undivided attention, as if it were some rare treasure. Silently he intertwines his fingers with yours. For a moment, you’re frozen again, a jolt of blue lightning shooting up your spine at the quiet intimacy of the gesture. The mysterious boy inches closer, his nose grazing yours as he places a tender, appreciative kiss on your lips. You feel your face flush and reflexively tighten your grip on his hand. This seems to startle him and he stumbles out of the kiss. Your hand, however, is still holding tight to his, and so the two of you take a short sweet tumble onto the glossy floor. 

Quickly you attempt to readjust, but you’ve landed conveniently head first against the boy's chest, so close you can hear a mechanical whirring beneath his skin. Your companion lifts your face with his human hand and inspects it carefully for injury. He squints, but seems satisfied that the only thing bruised by the fall is your ego. Carefully, the boy stands, pulling you up with him. His mouth curls into a kind smile, which becomes a melodic laugh gracefully escaping his lips. 

We’re even now, you think to yourself.

 Now we’ve both helped each other up. 

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[thesupernaturalhouse]

Yeah so what is the hwak feather au

Explain it to me entirely pls

Oh dear God okay- @sunsetcougar YOU you're helping me, incase I missed anything

So, I made a post about dove emily, sunset got inspired and made the hawk feathers au

Which is basically, Adam/lilith was made from dirt, eve form a rid, so Sera made the exocists out of Hawk feathers, cause of their hunting ability and stuff; there were about 27 batches in total, the first being jsut lute and then consisting of about 5-10 on avrage afterwards to make 200

That's the summary of it, but into the lore-

despite Sera literally making these people out of bird feathers she, and Adam and the elder angels, don't like them because their so animalistic so they mostly stay in their nest area aka the barracks

Some have more internalized hatred then others, Lull doesn't talk due to internalizing Adam's words meanwhile Gloria doubles down for example. Lute has the most, because of course she does-

Stuff in canon happens, not much to really say there? Most of this au is pre canon and post canon stuff, so like after the Season 1 finale heaven and Hell are chill cause the xterminations have ended

Lute is the main exrocist to visit hell, to I guess keep heaven up to date and stuff, her and Vaggie end up making up because they realize they aren't in the same flock and vaggie knows that, back then, if she'd seen soemone do it she mightve dine the same to get rid of any disadvantages for the flock, and also competition because her and Lute would spar and 'fight' for 2nd rank all the time

So their cool. Lute ends up falling due to going stir crazy out of grief, there's only so much those cisisys and spars with Vaggie cam do after all. So she falls and her and Vaggie end uo fighting for real where she breaks down and Charlie decides she doesn't exactly liek heaven anymore and the others don't think exemption is worth it if they'll end up in a semi-corrupt place like that

Meanwhile up in heaven the flock is destroying shit because "wtf do you MEAN you made their leader fall!?!?" Emily is the one to tell them beacsue she feels absolutely sick at how and what happened during the trial

Side note, Emily moved out and can't even look Sera in the eye anymore

They end up falling of their own free will and eventually get a nest in the wrath ring due to how closely the sin matches them; wrath being very family oriented and farm work being abundant so they won't go stir crazy or get bored, they do often visit the hotel though

This ends with them following vaggie one day and getting training lessons from Carmilla, who they call 'mother carmine' due to thinking it's a title. Lute is VERY jelouse of it and challenge Carmilla, who does NOT take it seriously and instead asks why they keep calling her moth carmine because someone bursting into your house and yelling that they challenge you "mother carmine to a fight" is anyones breaking point-

They end up having tea and Carmilla explaining family dynamics to Lute, amd ends up learning of the forced parentification she'd been out through via Sera. Her and Lucifer share custody of the strange bird children and start a 'hate sera' club

After this, Emily actually ends up falling because the elders rekauze she's going to end up causing a wave of change they don't like. They blame sir pentious for corrupting her and they both fall, lucifer sensing the presence of an angle goes and finds them and promptly brings them back to the hotel for a teary renuin with pentious and a awkward one with Emily

Sera meanwhile is questioning her life choices and getting a bit more aggressive from the grief and working 24/7, the elders force her to take weeks off at a time due to how bad at gets

Lute and Emily end up bonding, Emily goes downstairs and sees Lute at the hotel and wanting to make a good impression and use her brid nosies she's been forcing down tries to chirp a greeting......she chirps a mating call by accident instead, her and Lute have a class about that and she gets to ehsr a hawk mating call

They are both very much denying their feelings for one another, and also due to Lute being a hawk and Emily being a dove, they don't fully realize their trying to court one another subconsciously until they both do a bunch of research-

They get together after a game at wrath where Emily was watching Lute, who asks to kiss her afterwards

Meanwhile for Carmilla, she's adopted Bish, who turns into Bishop after finding out what nombinary means

Side note, the exorcists have a LOT of fun when they learn about genders and sexualities, soem don't care like lute whose demiromantic, and some do like Gloria whose happy she has a label now, Lulls jsut happy her gf is happy

They also have fun with air dye and stuff like that.....a LOT of paint and hair dye is eaten by them- which prompts stick to bring out a list of what they've eaten. If they were human they'd be dead.

Ahem, back to the main story......actually I think that's it?? I mean right now me and @sunsetcougar are talking about the trials nd how Emily and Lute get together so- that's the timeline for now I guess??

Which, side note about the trial, Lute was chained and muzzled so- angst horrayyyyy

And all the exrocists get therapy, especially Lute who dehuminazes herself a lot, most of the other stuff is like, Emily helping Kute calm down with singing and chirps, trapping Lute to get her on a healthy sleep schedule, etc

So yeha I think thats all for now lol

[pandoraroid]

listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

[strawbrygashez]

GIMME YOUR MOVIEPOR HEADCANONS PLSSS I LOVE THEM

MOVIE DUDE X SHTOPOR?!!?! 🤩 OHHHGG I THINK ABOUT THEM TOGETHER ALL THE TIME! I think I love them so much bc they are like… so total opposites of each other. Like its the most dweeby, built like a stick & stray cat dude x the most buff, serious and scary dude together.. how could anyone not like it 😭 I’ve shared a few hcs about them before but I can share some more 😈😈

•I like to imagine that Movie Dude feels like he needs to prove he’s a postal dude like how Zack ward in PL kept going on about he’s the real postal dude :3 So movie dude feels pretty insulted and irritated when the others joke about how he’s so lame & soft that he can’t possibly be one! That’s where Shtopor comes in tho… he either roasts the shit out of which ever postal dude is bothering Movie Dude and points out all their flaws or he just mean mugs them from behind Movie Dude until they finally shut up…. If Movie Dude didn’t see Shtopor glaring then he thinks he himself scared them off 😭 he turns around like “yep that will teach them not to mess with me 😤” and Cork is like, “Yeah. They should know better.”

•Said this before but he’s very overprotective of Movie Dude & doesn’t chill out about him until Movie Dude starts feeling like Cork doesn’t trust him to do things on his own & tells him that ☹️ Cork is always gonna be his shadow tho when either MDude likes it or not.. he’ll just chill out a bit about automatically jumping in to save him.

•They work out together! And Mdude has the hardest time actually trying to stay focused bc Cork is so hot while working out 😇😇 Like if Cork is turned away from him while working out he’d eventually ask if ‘he’s doing good over there’, which makes MDude jump and quickly go back to actually working out instead of undressing Cork with his eyes 🤦‍♀️

•Honestly the healthiest pdude x pdude ship ever. They rarely ever fight. They are good at communicating with each other and it makes the other pdudes ‘sick’ how sweet they are 🙄

•Cork teaches MDude russian & MDude helps Cork with his English! I can see them visiting Russia together once or twice after they get together! Mdude is dying with how cold it can be tho.

Also, I think Corkscrew tells him different curse words and mean names to say to people. Mdude says them under his breath when someone’s bugging him all the time but when they ask him what he said he’s like “Oh 😁 I just said have a good day sir!”

•Cork has tonsssss of pictures of Mdude on his phone. Mdude doesn’t mind him taking pictures but in most of them he’s giving awkward smiles bc.. cork for some reason likes to take pictures at the most random times. Like if Mdude is in the middle of eating a slice of cake Cork is just like 🥰📸 Cork just thinks he’s cute & likes looking at goofy pictures of him when he’s feeling down or is away from him.

•At first the random bursts of sentences Corkscrew says caught him off guard but he gets used to it. Like yknow how he told that voice in his head to shut up after thinking about wanting to be with a man? Unless he figured out how to make it stop (I haven’t played the game so I dunno 💀) he still just says random things to them out loud. But like I said, Mdude gets used to it. All the other pdudes have their own ‘things’ as well so.

•Going back to the protective thing, Cork will NOT let anyone or anything bother Mdude when he’s recovering from a injury. Like if some door to door sales man guy couldn’t get the hint to leave them alone, he’s breaking both of the guys arms 💀 with the pdudes tho he just kicks them out of the room or slams the door in their face.

Mdude of course takes care of corkscrew too! :D

•Corkscrew picks him up and will carry him any chance he gets. Mdude should be mad about it sometimes but he usually can’t resist Corks b00bs 😋

•They kiss each other all the time. Literally like it could be 5 years down the line and they are still ‘stuck’ in the puppy love phase.

[danger-xylophones]

Death trooper! Reader x thrawn ? Pls 🤲

Warnings: references to surgery, reader is an imperial, imperial propaganda, cybernetics, swearing, use of 'sir' as an honorific, migraine (with aura), acute pain

not edited, we die like morons

I'd also like to direct anyone reading this to check out @shenanigans-and-imagines blog. I'm a huge fan of her fics especially the More Than Sufficient series.

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Waking up after surgery was always the worst. The anesthesia left you feeling groggy and slow, like you were swimming through swamp water. And it always made adjusting to the new augmentations a bitch because you had to wait for the effects to wear off before you could really start to get used to the cybernetics now directly wired into your brain.

But still you would manage the same as you always had. When it felt as though you'd regained most of your bodily autonomy, you opened your eyes.

And nearly punched the man leaning over you.

"Grand Admiral!" You gritted out, the only trace he'd taken you by surprise. "It is unwise to loom over a waking warrior."

His face twisted imperceptibly, a movement others would miss. "I wished to oversee your recovery, Captain. As I understand, this newest augmentation has a higher chance of being rejected by your body." Thrawn's gaze bored into yours from above, making you feel small and far more vulnerable than you were comfortable with.

With a wave of your hand you gestured for him to back away so you had room to sit up. He did so fluidly - making it look as though he wasn't tied down by gravity at all. "With all due respect, sir," you bit out sharply as you winced, movement had brought a fresh wave of vertigo, "that's what the droid's for." You planted your bare feet on the ground and savored in the chill that shot up your legs, grounding you.

He fell silent and you took his stillness to rise off the examination table and slip behind the privacy curtain to change. It was easy enough to slip into the body glove that protected your skin from your armor. But the excessive jostling from trying to pull on the form fitting clothing steadily worsened the nausea mushing up your head. It got so bad that you had to pause, leaning heavily against the durasteel wall to settle yourself.

"Are you alright?" Thrawn's voice called out from the other side of the privacy screen.

"Fine, Thrawn." You hissed out. Pressing your forehead to the wall provided some relief. "Just a bit dizzy is all." With an effort, you righted yourself and continued to dress despite the way the world was starting to tilt.

"Dizziness after surgery, while completely normal, is not something to dismiss so flippantly, trooper." Thrawn's cool voice was closer now, drawing nearer in time with rhythmic footfalls that only stopped once they'd brought him to the privacy curtain. His volume dropped to just above a whisper and the cloak of command fell away for a moment. "May I see you?"

There was a long pause where you didn't want to answer but eventually a heavy sigh slipped past your lips that he took as an invitation. The pale blue curtain parted to make way for Thrawn's frame as he stepped through, burning red eyes trained on your recovering body. He didn't say anything - he only started to move, gathering up the various components of your armor and bringing them to you.

With a hand to your shoulder, he forced you to sit on a small bench before he crouched and began to attach your kit to your legs. A smile crept onto your lips, unbidden, at the thought that you had helped him dress for his day not that long ago. When he got to the thigh pieces you couldn't help but reach out a hand and trail your gloved fingers across his temple which made Thrawn pause his movements to look up at you. "Yes?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head but repeated the action, forcing a stray hair back into its place beside his ear. Thrawn caught your hand on the way down and brought the gloved appendage before him so he could begin attaching your armor to that next. He finished both your arms before rising back to his full height. "Can you manage the last pieces?" His tone, dry and back to its professional cadence twisted the words to almost sound condescending but you heard it for what it was. So, with a nod, you rose to your feet and began to affix the last few pieces to your torso. Thrawn stayed close though, watching in case you needed him to help but thankfully you finished without incident.

He surveyed you once, eyes roaming your form quickly as he searched for any discrepancies. But when he found none, he turned to fetch your helmet from the nearby shelf only to pass it to you in one fluid turn.

Thrawn watched as you settled the black plastoid over your head, working at the seals to they gave the distinctive pop to show it had latched shut. You stayed still as the helmet sprang to life. Before you flashed a series of numbers - your heart rate, your blood pressure, your oxygen level, even a brief overview of the other death troopers' vitals - and the sign that your helmet was adjusting to the new augmentations. You could feel the minute cybernetics at work - forcing your pupils to constrict and dilate before redirecting your focus to a new part of the HUD just to repeat the process.

You must have been standing there, still as a statue, for over a minute before the HUD cleared and you regained full control of your eyes. This time, you were the one to direct them and you chose to focus on Thrawn who had watched you the entire time. Darting your gaze to tiny icon in the bottom left corner, you could bring up a scan of him - showing you his vitals and a thermal map of his body. As well as an overview of his Imperial profile.

"Seems to be working just fine, Grand Admiral." You smirked at him, all too aware he couldn't see it as you moved to collect your gun. "Looks like you were worried for nothing."

He frowned and made a move to the door, you hastened to fall in beside him. "That remains to be seen, ch'acah." He muttered as he opened the door to the med bay and stepped out. "You will tell me if you begin to feel anything out of the ordinary?" You kept hot on his heels as he made his way through the halls, blaster carbine held abreast.

You'd been with Thrawn just long enough to recognize an order even when it sounded like a question. "Of course, sir. If I start to feel off," you emphasized the 'if' as hard as you could, "you'll be the first to know."

He looked over his shoulder, a frown furrowing his brow. "Mind your attitude, Captain. It will not serve you on my ship."

"It's gotten me this far, love." You chirped which earned you a slight purple tint and him hastily looking away. Grinning to yourself, you let Thrawn stew in his fluster and decided to check in with your troops. "Sound off, who's online?" You called into the channel, you could hear the garble that came out through your helmet echoing back.

"DT-457, reporting operational, sir"

"DT-889, reporting operational, sir"

"DT-746, reporting operational, sir"

"DT-816, on standby, sir. DT-709 and DT-832 are de-kitted."

"Thank you, 816." You hummed back as Thrawn and yourself stepped onto the bridge.He continued forward and you took up position on one side of the doorway. "I am, obviously, out of surgery and operational - the Grand Admiral has been escorted to the bridge." Pausing, you found the icon that would bring up the various times each trooper had come online. "457, your shift is up. You are free to return to your quarters."

"Thank you, sir." 457's mic clicked off, telling you she had left the conversation entirely.

"816, come up to the bridge and tell," you paused for a moment, eyes flicking over the times once more, "tell 832 he has 15 minutes before he has to report as standby."

"Of course, sir," a small pause, "he has been informed and I am heading out now."

"Very good. You are all dismissed."

A small chorus of 'yes, sirs' sounded throughout the speakers in your helmet before you were met with the quiet hum of the bridge once more. Turning your focus outward, you found Thrawn looking at you with a quizzical tilt of his head. "Is there a problem, Captain?" He asked, stepping towards you.

"Fine, sir," you responded immediately, "I was just checking in on my soldiers."

He bowed his head, as graceful as ever, "I see, and is everything alright?" Your ears picked up on the subtle undertone immediately and you had to fight back the eye-roll that threatened your composure (nevermind the fact he couldn't see it - he'd hear it).

"Perfectly, fine, sir." Your answer was clipped as you adjusted your stance, squaring your soldiers and raising your chin in defiance.

Thrawn's eyes narrowed but he made no comment as he turned his back to you. Just as you let a sigh of relief slip past your lips, DT-816 arrived to take up position across from you. You nodded to him, acknowledging his presence before returning to attention.

You didn't know how long you'd stood there, you'd learned long ago it was better not to worry about that when on guard duty but at some point you were brought out of your careful disconnected state by the appearance of a dot on the edge of your vision.

It was fuzzy, dark, but ill-defined (although your gut told you it was circular) and you found that it stayed stubbornly put on the edge of your vision no matter where you looked. You huffed, annoyed at the realization that you were probably dealing with a retinal migraine. They were common enough after new augmentations - annoying but not painful like a regular migraine. So, you made a note of it but didn't worry. You could still mostly see and the chance of an attack on the admiral at this very moment was so incredibly unlikely that you could afford to have fuzzy vision for a little while. And a dull ache in your temple.

But exactly 13 minutes later, your nonchalant attitude vanished. It was as if a switch had been flicked and suddenly the tiny, little ball on the edge of your vision had overtaken your sight entirely and on its heels was excruciating pain. Screwing your eyes shut, you felt your back collide with the wall - a hand flayed out to catch yourself. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, each thump worsening the ache that bloomed from your temple.

"Captain? Captain, are you alright?" DT-816's voice invaded your ears, staticky and panicked, it did little to relieve your suddenly frayed nerves. You could feel a hand at your back, presumably your fellow trooper's, and it offered a bit of resistance as you struggled to stand up straight. You wanted to answer but you also wanted his voice out. The blaster carbine fell from your grasp, clattering to the ground noisily and you couldn't help but curse the day it was made while struggling to get the helmet off.

Hands eclipsed yours, and swiftly moved them out of the way. Instinctively, you started to swat at whoever had just touched you only for your hands to be caught in a heavy grip at the same time your helmet was removed and set aside, exposing your sensitive eyes to too bright light. "Captain, look at me." It was Thrawn. Of course it was Thrawn. You wanted to listen to him, recognizing the order but...you couldn't. The second you lifted your head and tried to peel your eyes open, another wave crashed through your system, this time also making you feel nauseous. You brought your head back down and yanked your hands out of Thrawn's grip to cover both your eyes and your mouth - your body now unsure which was the priority. Thrawn cursed under his breath, and you could feel the warm puff of air against your forehead. "Captain, I need you to calm down." Thrawn was keeping his voice low and you relished in the quiet of his voice. A strong grip encompassed the lower part of your face, forcibly lifting your head. "I'm going to bring you to the medbay." You could feel his lips on your forehead, the feeling was grounding - the warmth his words created on your skin a focal point during your disorientation. "But I need you to stand. Do you think you can walk if I help you?"

You don't remember nodding but you must have as you soon found yourself being hoisted upright, supported as you were made to stand up. Thrawn allowed you to stay hunched over, one hand clamped over your mouth, the other clinging to him - wringing the fabric of his uniform. He kept one leg pressed into yours, making sure you could feel exactly where he was as he slowly guided you away from the bridge right back down the hallway you'd accompanied him in. His arms stayed secured around you, one holding your waist while the other grasped onto your arm embedded in the fabric on his chest.

It felt like the walk to the medbay took hours (possibly due to the shuffling steps you had to take to ensure you didn't topple over). But finally, you could feel your body being lowered down onto a bed - guided by Thrawn's hands and his soft voice. You gave up trying to process whatever it was he was saying and instead just focused on the gentility in his voice.

A cool cloth was settled on your forehead and a warm hand took yours. "My darling, the lights are going to turn down - please try to open your eyes and answer the droid." Unable to answer (still afraid the moment you opened your mouth, you'd vomit) you could only squeeze Thrawn's hand and hope he understood. A few seconds later, the light behind your eyelids did indeed fade and you were able to crack them open just enough to meet Thrawn's eyes. They were blown wide in concern but held a certain restrained disappointment you were too familiar with.

"Not. A. Word." You grumbled out. Thrawn, to his credit, obliged your pride and sat by wordlessly as the droid interrogated you. When it finally gave its diagnosis (over-use - your body had strained to incorporate the augmentations and was over-stressed) and administered a stim, Thrawn ordered it to power down

Now, alone in the medbay with him once more, you could feel your wounded pride ache. The silence was deafening. But he still refused to release your hand. "Visahot," he sighed.

"I know." You sighed right back, closing your eyes again.

"DT-816, returned your helmet and blaster." Thrawn squeezed your hand as he rose from his chair. "If you feel up for it, I would like to move you back to our room so you may rest more comfortably."

You squeezed his hand back, breathing another sigh, "Thank you."

"Of course," Thrawn spoke from above you and you happened to open your eyes again just in time to see him hinge at the waist and bring his face down to yours, "no matter how much you vex me, my only wish is to care for you." He was still keeping his voice low for you as he brushed his lips past yours.

Reaching your free hand up, you cupped the back of his neck, encouraging him to come back, “I love you too."

[skyxskywlkr]

The past will catch up (pt 2

Pairings: none for this chapter

Tags: Drug use in this chapter 🔞, cussing, violence, alcohol, ptsd, mentions of death, it’s rough.

Note: I want to make it clear that there is mentions of drug use in this chapter. Pls do not read if you have triggers of drug use or drug mention, and remember you’re not alone in this 🖤

Word count: 2k?

| December 2012 |

“Sir, excuse me sir” Simon jumped up from his sleep, heart pounding from his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. We’ve arrived at your stop” Simon sat up in his seat looking around. “Where are we?” He wasn’t too familiar with his environment but if he could estimate he was just outside of his hometown, Manchester. “This is where your ticket says to drop you off.” Simon huffed out a breath. Grabbing his bags and his belongings. “Thanks.” He nods giving the driver a handsome tip for his travels.

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It was wintertime in England, therefore it was colder than hell if hell was frozen over. The wind chill bit to the bone like snake venom. Simon shivered under his uniform coat. He was made to survive in weather conditions like these, but damn it was cold.

Simon took a piece of paper out of his coat that had an address stamped to it. “The man said it shouldn’t be too far from here.” Simon looked up to see a coffee shop nearby. Maybe he could get more information from there.

Society felt different now. Being in the SAS changed Simon. It made him feel as if he was no longer human. Just a machine that had a job to do, and that was to kill. The world got dirty sometimes and he was always there to clean up the mess. He was good at it. He felt like he belonged in the chaos. He felt respected in it.

The bell on top of the door rang as Simon entered. Everyone and their mother was giving him their award-winning side eyes. The mask was probably the eye-catcher. Simon shook his head walking up to the front counter. “Hello, I was wondering if you can direct me toward this address” The lady looked at him like she seen a ghost. “There’s a mask policy here, sir”. Simon shook his head. “Mask stays on, just tell me what I want to know and I’ll be on my way.” Simon had to cover up his identity a lot in the army. He hardly ever took his balaclava off unless it was to eat or sleep. It’s how he hid who he was. He was a ghost and you only seen him when it was too late.

The waitress sighed “It’s just a few blocks from here take a right on Fixtom Street and you’ll see it. It’s not hard to miss.” Simon nodded leaving the shop with a huff of annoyance. He hates people, and hates interacting with them even more.

The entire walk to the address was just him rehearsing what he was going to say to his Mom. He hasn’t seen her in over 10 years. That’s a very long time for not seeing someone, especially your Mother. He was alone and forsaken in this new world.

Taking his mask off and putting on his uniform hat. He took a deep breath in before entering the shop. It was a pie shop. Pre-made pies everywhere. He scanned through the room, but there was no sign of her. He felt an anxious pit in his stomach. Clearing his throat. “Excuse me I’m looking for Marie Riley she’s supposed to be here.” The man turned around from the counter looking the masked man up and down. “Marie you have company!” The man walked towards the back. “Wait here a second.” Simon nodded.

His mouth dry and sticky, and after waiting for what felt like forever.-

“You can come on back.” The man gestured. Ok, this is it. Simon took a heavy breath walking back into the kitchen.

“It better not be one of those damn advertisement people again, Henry I told you to tell them I’m not interested.” The woman bickered taking a pie out of the oven. “Marie you have someone here to see you.”

Simon took his cap off. “Hello Mom.” Looking from where he stood his mom hasn’t changed a bit. She still had that smile in comparison to a guardian Angel. His guardian Angel.

Marie drops the pie on the floor with a loud gooey plop sound.

“Dear god.” Covering her mouth in disbelief, Simon chuckles “Ma, you dropped a perfectly good pie” Marie laughs “OH DAMN THE PIE, Son is….. is it you. Is that my beautiful boy?” Simon gave a warm smile “It’s me, ma. I told you I would come back.”

“Oh, my son.” Marie throws herself into her son’s arms. “Oh, you look so handsome.”

Simon closes his eyes feeling his mother’s touch on his face. “I’ve missed you.” He was finally home. “I should have wrote you, I’m sorry but everything happened all so fast and before I know it. I’m a Lieutenant. I’m sorry. I really am.” Simon felt a large amount of sorrow. Before he was deployed he promised Marie he’d write her and keep in contact. The last letter he wrote her was over 5 years ago.

Marie shakes her head. “It’s okay son. I understand.” Despite not hearing from her son, just to see him here breathing was a miracle.

“How have you been? Where have you been? Have you been safe? Are you hurt? Is something wrong?” Questions were the only thing Marie could ask. She was worried. “Mom I’m okay everything is fine. I’m home now. That’s all that matters now.” Marie sobs muffles into Simon’s chest. “Oh my boy I’ve missed you so much. We all have.” Simon hummed at the warm feeling he felt in his chest. A feeling that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“How’s Tommy?” His brother was another heart wrenching concern for him. Did he hate Tommy? Yes, he had resentment for him for all the horrible things him and Raymond would do to Simon as a child. After running out their dead beat father. Simon had to man up and look out not only for his mother, but his brother as well.

“He’s doing good. He’s been going to rehab trying to get better. I’m proud of him. I’ve been trying to help him but it’s been difficult on my own.” Simon recalled the last time he seen Tommy. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Both of the brothers fought with each other and the last thing Tommy said was ‘I don’t want to see your goddamn face again’. Simon shook the memory from his head. He was going to find his brother. Bastard owed him.

“I see you didn’t move too far from Manchester.”

“I couldn’t make myself go too far from it. I know we all have history there.”

Simon scoffed ‘tell me about it’ he thought.

“But I couldn’t just leave. I started a pie shop, I have a nice home. Business is booming right now for us.” Marie states leaning over to pick up the pie she dropped. Simon helping her clean up the mess.

“Our home is not far from here. It’s within walking distance from my job. Everything has been going well for us Simon.” Simon nodded “I’m glad.” A wave of relief washed over Simon. It made him proud to see his family thriving.

“Let’s go sit down. I’d love to hear so much more from you.” Marie motions towards a bench outside. Both sit down and take in the fresh frisky England air. It was better than breathing in gunpowder and smoke that became Simon’s new oxygen. “Son, what’s been going on?” Rubbing his palms on his uniform slacks, he didn’t even know where to begin. “I don’t even know where to begin.” Both chuckle. “How’s the military?” Marie tilts her head

“I’m in the SAS now. Lieutenant Simon Riley.”Simon chuckles to himself. He’s made it far from where he began. “My boy is a hero now.” Marie’s bragging made Simon’s cheeks turn a tinted red.

“How long will you be on release?” Simon’s smile dropped, grabbing his mother’s hand “Not very long. A few months at the most.” Marie’s eyes flutter shut. She hated the fact that she had to say goodbye again. The thought of it made her stomach weak. “Simon why must you leave again?” Simon closed his eyes, desperately trying to find the answer his mother deserved. Nothing could come to him though.

“I-…. I have to. Look all that matters is I’m here right now. Let’s stay in the present for now, Okay?” He didn’t want her to worry about his re-deployment not right now. As for trying to find the answer for her question was something Simon struggled with for a long time. At first he deployed in the SAS to get away from his abusive father. He wanted to be in an environment where he felt wanted. Now there was no reason to not come back home, but Simon didn’t want that either. No he wanted to stay in the war. It’s where he felt at peace. Being in the army became an addiction to Simon something he couldn’t get enough of.

Clearing out his selfish thoughts. “I need to find Tommy. Do you know where he stays?”

Marie fiddles with her fingers. “He doesn’t say much about where he goes, but last time he said he was staying at a complex on Foremorth street. That boy is hard to control Simon but he’s trying. Take it easy on him.” Simon laughed under his breath. Tommy had everything handed to him when they were kids. He was a privileged little prick. If Tommy was in the state Simon thought he was in. Taking it easy on him was the least of his concerns. “Ok well, I need to find him. I’ll return when I’m done.” Marie gives a look doubt but still gives a nod of approval. Simon leaves the shop feeling anxious. He had a bad feeling about the condition his brother was in.

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Now if I was my in-delinquent brother where would I go? What would I do? Simon thought to himself strolling through the city. Mom said the apartment complex was on ‘Foremorth’. After asking around.

Simon looked up at a street sign. ‘Foremorth’ street. Ok, where is Tommy? Simon sighed looking in the distance he seen a small apartment duplex. Walking through the doors. “Hello is a man named ‘Tommy Riley’ here?”

“Yes, he lives here. May I ask who you are?”

“His brother I just need to check on him, see if he’s okay.” The receptionist nods. “Just go down that hallway there. The room should be on the left. Room 202” The man points in the direction of Room 202.

Simon felt like he was on a wild goose chase. Approaching the door of 202, he made a slight knock. “Tommy”?, there was no answer of course, Simon continues knocking “Tommy it’s me, Simon.” Still no response. Goddamn it Tommy. Simon huffed looking for other ways In. He looked up to see a window slightly cracked open. Time for a little maneuvering.

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Once Simon made it up he cracked open the window and made an entrance. The atmosphere smelled hot to him. The room was dirty and messy. He felt uneasy. Slowly he pulls out his 9mm. Fully alerted of his surroundings he makes his way downstairs. “Tommy?”

“Tommy, do not jump out at me or I will fire.” Years of training made Simon always stay on the edge of paranoia. It’s what kept him alive. You never sleep with both eyes closed if you feel targeted.

Simon scans through all the rooms leaving the living room the last room to search. The smell got worse as he gets closer only to see his brother passed out on the couch. He examined the room. Beer cans, food containers, and drugs. A lot of them used as well.

Simon shook his head. Putting his gun in its container. “Get up!” He demands kicking Tommy’s leg. Tommy mumbled incoherently from being fucked up off the needles. “I said get up!” He yanked up Tommy from the couch.

“What the fuck?” Tommy stammered. Eyes becoming wide

“Si- Simon? Oh shit, what am I on.” Tommy rubs his hand over his face. Simon rolls his eyes.

“Let’s skip the brotherly reunion.” Simon throws Tommy back down on the couch. “You have a women at home worried sick about you because she cares so much.” The disgust that Simon felt was nothing compared to anything. He felt heartbroken. “I really can’t see anything worth caring for.” Tommy laughs in a reply to Simon’s harsh comment.

“Well hello to you too baby brother.”

“What are you doing Tommy? Mom thinks you’re clean what the fuck is this?” Simon picks up a used needle from the table. Tommy scoffs “Gotta help the pain somehow.”

“So you do this shit?” Simon throws the needle back down.

“Look not everyone is a perfect little momma’s boy. Joining the army. ‘Saving’ the world.” Tommy rolls his eyes and chuckles taking a sip from the beer can that sat on the table.

Simon huffed “Why are doing this Tommy? You know Mother thinks you’re clean right?” The fact that this man could sit here and lie about his drug use to their mother’s face was well enough to make Simon want to put a bullet in his leg.

“Yes I’m aware. I haven’t been able to show my face to her since.” Tommy drops his head into his palm rubbing his head. “I’ve gotten my tail caught back in the mouse trap again, oops” Tommy’s dry humor made Simon want to punch the bastard in his jaw.

Tommy gets up finishing his beer In Simon’s face. “Why’re you here? Something tells me you didn’t come back for the scenery.”

Simon backs up a feeling a little bit threatened.

“You think you can just show up after 10 years of not saying a word to any of us? Then coming here in my home to criticize and judge me on what I do?!” Simon scans Tommy up and down. His actions giving him vivid memories on how his father use to act.

“I don’t need a goddamn thing from you Simon. You have no say in what I do. I have everything under control. You left us a long time ago anyways.” Simon’s head drops down. Clearing his throat, “I did what I had to do to get away from father.” Tommy shakes his head. “Right of course. No, you did it for yourself. You always try saving your own ass. But you never once thought maybe you weren’t the only one who was trying to get away from him, did you?” Tommy walks towards the kitchen to retrieve another beer. He gulps down one, then two, and after his third, he turns to a bottle that was much stronger than a beer.

Simon gives his brother a look of disproval. “What? You want some?” Tommy scoffs downing a stream of warm liquor.

Simon looking down at his boots. “Look, Tommy I left because I had to. I couldn’t stay anymore. And for someone who says they were “scared” of father it sure as hell didn’t seem like it then.” Simon still remembers the times both his brother and father would make his life a living hell. Tommy had this ghost mask that’d he use to scare the shit out of Simon out of spite. Now he was the ghost now.

“I did what I had to do to survive then. I’m sorry for my part I played in it but it got me through didn’t it?”

Tommy takes a seat at the kitchen table. Simon followed after him. “You weren’t the only one Simon. I had to make sacrifices and our relationship was one of them. I’m sorry for it, truly” Simon turns his head to look out the window. He couldn’t process his thinking right now. He always tried avoided bringing up his past it was something he couldn’t run from.

~

“Your hair looks nice. It suits you” Tommy commented looking up at Simon’s perfectly groomed locks. No words came to Simon. The silence sent a shiver down Tommy’s spine. “You’re angry with me-“

“I’m disappointed” Simon cuts him off crossing his arms. “I expected better, especially from you.” Tommy nodded. “Is this what you’ve been up to this whole time? Getting high?” God he hoped not Simon thought.

“No.” Tommy shifted in his chair “I was clean for a while there. Then got sucked back into it by a friend.” Simon’s eyes shifted to the cuts, bruises, and scars on his brother’s forearms. Tommy quickly realizes the judgment and tucks his arms away. “Do you want a beer?” Tommy gets up from the table walking towards the fridge again. Simon debated on the offer. He was going to be here for a while. “Sure.”

After the boys have a few beers and conversations with each other. Simon offered to help Tommy clean up his living quarters.

~

“Alright, I think that’s all of it.” Tossing away the last bags of trash Simon looks at his older brother who looks as if he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown. “You alright there?” Tommy clears his throat “Yeah, I’m good.” He states taking a quick swig of his beer.

“Thank you for this. I want to get better again and start making an effort.” A smile grew on Simon’s face. “That’s why I’m here, Tommy. I want to help you but you gotta wanna help yourself.”

Throwing the dirty rag down. “I know it’s not easy trust me. I’ve been dealing with my demons for so long that they just became a part of me, but I can help you with yours if you’ll let me. You don’t have to let your demons take over as mine did.” Giving his hand out for Tommy to shake, there needed to be trust between the two or this wasn’t going to work. Tommy shakes his hand pulling his younger brother in for a hug.

“It’s good to see you little brother.”

“It’s good to be home.” For the first time in a long time. Simon felt whole again. He felt like things were going to be okay.

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| Present |

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Have you ever known someone for so long that you think you know everything about them? Secrets were hardly ever kept between the two. You knew everything that there was to know about them just like they knew you.

Now think about what it would feel like if a secret that the person has kept from you unexpectedly was standing at your front porch.

Voices were muffled from the ringing in your ears.

His brother. How is this even possible? Simon told you his brother died when they were younger. Now he’s just suddenly on your front porch. None of this makes sense to you. Everything feels like a lie.

“Your brother? The one who died when he was a child?” You were fuming. Your skin felt hot, but you also felt like this entire time everything has been a lie.

A chuckle leaves the older brother’s mouth. “Wow Simon. Telling people I’m dead now?”

Simon looked as if he was utterly disgusted with the man standing in front of him. “What are you doing here Tommy? Why are you here?” The man steps his left foot into the door approaching Simon. “Am I not allowed to visit my younger dick head of a brother?”

“You come here to insult me in my own home? Awfully bold of you Tommy.”

Tommy? The tension between the two men was suffocating. This felt personal. Very personal.

Simon turned back his attention to you. “Y/n can you give us a moment, please? I’ll come and get you once I get this… ‘parasite’ out.”

You looked at Simon then back to Tommy whose eyes pierced through like a hot rod into the abdomen. You quickly left the room but you didn’t wander too far. No, you deserved an explanation. Silently closing the door you engage your ears to eavesdrop.

Hearing Simon speak first with an aggressive tone. “Why are you here, Tommy?”

“We’re family you know?”

“No, I’m not doing that. Not this time, you don’t call, you don’t write. So why are you really here?” Simon replied demanding the right response to his question.

You heard the front door shut. Shit now he was in your house. This didn’t feel right, you could feel the anxiousness build in the pit of your stomach. You should intervene.

“If you don’t tell me why you’re here. We’re going to have issues.” There was a moment of silence between the two brothers before the eldest spoke first.

“Mom is dead.” Your ears perked up. You had to do something, and quickly. You ran through the door. Stopping in your tracks from behind Simon not even bothering to look at you.

“What?” You could hear Simon’s voice crumble.

“No. You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying Simon I promi-“

Simon pulls out his gun that was once holstered now pointing it at his brother.

“Simon. No stop.” You ran in the crossfire attempting to disarm Simon, he shoves you back from him.

“You think you can just show up here at my goddamn house telling me my mother is dead?!” Simon’s knuckles were turning white from the death grip he had on the firearm.

Tommy with surrendering hands. “Simon put the gun down. I had to tell you I had to find you. I’m sorry.” Simon’s hearing was flooded with blood he felt as if he was just shot in the chest…

“Simon put the gun down.” You begged holding onto his arm

Squeezing his eyes shut shaking his head. “No, this bastard deserves to die.” You hardly knew the history behind the two brothers. It’s something Simon would never bring up, and when you asked he’d always disregard the questions. Deep down you knew Simon didn’t hate Tommy. He couldn’t it. It wasn’t in his core to hate family. Despite what they’ve done to him, he knew family was all he had left. Without it he was nobody. Family was Simon’s reason to fight then.

Now you’re his.

“No, Simon don’t do this. I’m begging you.” Tears are rolling down your face. If Simon were to pull that trigger it would destroy him.

Reaching out for the gun. “Put the gun down. Do it for me, please.” Simon slowly loosened his grip letting his arm fall along with the gun in his hand. You quickly take the weapon from him. Turning to look at Tommy.

“I suggest you go before he changes his mind.” Warning Tommy.

Tommy looked at you with his hands still surrendering. Not taking his eyes off either of you he makes his way towards the door leaving just the two of you behind.

Simon drops his head with a sob that sounded as if he was losing oxygen.

“Simon.” Your voice shakes. You grab his face making him look at you. His face displayed emotions you didn’t think he could show. Ever since you knew Simon he’d always make it his mission to not show his weaknesses to you. He was a very passive-aggressive man. It’s who he was, he’d use dry humor to get himself past the obstacles he knew he wasn’t ready to face. He was known as The Ghost. A man with no face, no identity, no emotion. He made it his life mission for anyone that crossed him to remember him. But the man that stood before you, wasn’t Ghost. It was Simon Riley.

This was his breaking point, and you had to find a way to save him or you were going to lose him forever.

[fanficsqueen03]

Chapter one : I will send you flying to your mama's laps , son .

I'm super duper excited to write the very first chapter . Tell me how it is . If y'all got any ideas , pls tell me . This is the introduction . Enjoy !!! Every time I write a chapter it is from Matrix's Pov .

' Remus , get your lazy ass out of bed ! ' I yelled . ' I'm up , okay ' he answered back . I rolled my eyes at him. I went downstairs and started making breakfast . I feel so nervous yet excited I'm starting my fourth year at Hogwarts instead of Ilvermony due to the dark times with my best friend Jacob . His parents passed away in year one due to Voldy the baldie . I feel like beating his ass. What if anyone discovers my powers, oh shit I'm burned toast.

Suddenly, I feel someone kiss my cheek. ' Good morning bestie ' Jacob greeted me with a grin . ' Good morning second best friend .' I greeted back with a smirk .' How dare you ' he gasped . ' Geez , I was just kidding .' I laughed . ' Good' He said with a satisfied smile. ' Good morning kids. Are you guys excited to attend Hogwarts ?' he asked , taking a seat next to Jacob . ' I'm so damn excited ' we said at the same time. Dad chuckled.

I served them their pancakes , putting extra maple syrup on their pancakes. They started gobbling down their pancakes. ' I swear your pancakes get better every morning' Jacob said with his mouth filled with pancakes. ' Aw , thanks Jake' I said , feeling happy. ' I will miss your cooking more than you ' My dad said . ' Hey ' I glared at him. ' Kidding ' he smirked . I rolled my eyes at him.

Just then , Remus came downstairs and sat down . ' Good morning family' Remus said. Everyone responded back. Why the heck was he so damn formal ? ' I passed him his special chocolate pancakes. ' Thanks sis' he smiled . ' Meet me outside the house with your bags ' Dad told us , going out the house. I quickly took my bags along with Jacobs .

I stood outside the house with my dad. ' Matrix , be careful of your powers . I told Professor Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonnell about your powers . Dumbledore will train you every Friday' My dad explained to me. ' Yes dad , thanks' I smiled at him . Thats when the boys came out . ' Grab my hands kids' Dad said . Remus and I grabbed his hands while Jacob the dumbass grabbed my dads head. When we reached the station , Jacob fell on dad . We couldn't stop laughing at them.

Once we reached a wall, Remus grabbed Jacob and I and ran through the wall. The magical station was much more different then Jacob and I expected. We went nearer to the train . ' Take good care of yourselves .' Dad told us while hugging us . ' Yes sir ' I playfully saluted him before doing my handshake with him. ' Go and get a good compartment ' He told us , smiling and walking off to go and talk to a couple.

We went into the train which had a bit of a crowd. We may or may not have lost our tour guide aka Remus Lupin. ' Shit , we lost your shitass brother .' Jacob cursed. ' Lets just in here' I told him. We sat down there , chilling . ' Jake , I need to pee so badly' I told him before rushing off to the toilet. After doing my business , I bumped into 3 dudes , wearing weird robes. I really need to give them fashion advice.

' We have never seen you before , who are you ? 'The first one asked . ' Oh , I'm new here. I'm Matrix . What are your names ? ' I replied , with smile. ' What is your bloodstatus ? ' They asked. ' Half-blood .' I responded back. ' Stay away from us filthy blood' They glared. ' You re just a bimbo .' They laughed . ' Shut up or I will send you flying to your mama's laps .' I glared . ' You re just a girl , what can you do ?' They laughed again. Oh , you don't know who you just messed with. I thought to myself.

Thats how the three boys ended up on the floor , crying for their mamas . Thats when Jacob and my brother came out of no where with 3 girls and 3 boys while I was shoving one of the dudes in a compartment. ' Matrix , what on earth are you doing ? ' Jacob asked me . ' Seriously sis? ' Remus asked. ' Sis??!!' The 3 boys and 3 girls yelled in confusion. ' Thats my sister , Matrix and that's Jacob our friend , they just transferred Ilvermony to do their year four her' Remus explained . Jacob shook their hands. ' I would high-five y'all but my hands are covered with blood and I'm currently shoving some mamafuckers in here so um give me a moment' I told them before I continued shoving them . Once I was done , I closed the compartment door and turned to face them with my signature grin.

' She is hot ' One dude and girl said at the same time. ' Back you sexy girl .' I winked.' What happened earlier young lady ' Remus asked . ' You know I'm a feminist right and when someone insults you by saying what can a girl do ? , a um ghost starts to possess me and uh made me beat up these mamafuckers' I said shrugging . The 3 girls and 3 boys start to laugh. Remus and Jacob just shook their heads. ' Lets go sit down there , its a big compartment' Jake said . ' Give me a moment.' I said before opening the compartment door where the mamafuckers were at . ' You messed with the wrong bitch in the wrong era ' I yelled at them before closing the door and going inside the big compartment leaving the others surprised. ' Matrix , this is James, Sirius, Peter, Lily , Dorcas and Marlene ' Remus introduced . ' Oh , nice to meet y'all .' I smiled. They smiled back. I noticed Lily staring at James with regret in her eyes. Sirius was staring at Marlene with heart shaped eyes while she was staring at Dorcas. Damn a love triangle . ' We reached Hogwarts guys .' Remus told us.

I'm leaving yall in suspense.

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

did the blue lock character chart for the funsies <3

(transcript of my little thoughts i wrote below read more bc istg my handwriting is illegible)

isagi: Goated mc

bachira: FELL IN LOVE FROM 1ST PAGE ❤❤

chigiri: BROS BEAUTIFUL, LIKE CMON. (also love his mean girl esque personality)

kunigami: WC..., might change?

raichi: DO SMTH. PLS.

kuon: eh

naruhaya: LITERALLY ONLY BC OF HIS BACKSTORY

lemon: irrelevant but he had cool saves soo

gagamaru: ABSOLUTE LEGEND. also cool design 👉👈

imamura: ? who are you, why are you here

igaguri: essential methinks...

kira: fine. dont come back tho

nagi: very interesting character. very scared for him tho

reo: PLS GET UR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. STOP DEPENDING ON NAGI.. I BEG

zantetsu: idiot <3

barou: very cool ig

niko: the gay 15 year old shipper plss. (a banana fish AND madoka fan? cmon ik he's having sm fun rn)

rin: I- I like emo boys...

aryu: 🌟OSHA 🌟🌟 OSHA 🌟

tokimitsu: anxiety boi, he's just like me fr

hiori: *HEAD IN HANDS*, MIGHT change depending on this arc...

karasu: mom friend but also why he saying the horniest shit? SIR please (i like him)

otoya: eh, a bit boring

nanase: I need to see more tbh

yukimiya: tragic. but i giggle sometimes

shidou: THE ONLY MAN EVER ❤ ❤ ❤ #1 FAV

sae: SPAIN WITHOUT THE S. fuck you for fucking up rin but also pls stay and let me into ur brain

ego: Treat Anri better

anri: ANRI, I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE

(between ego and anri is: mlm 🤝 wlw)

sendou: completely forgot ab him until this match. (saw a tweet say he had dick-sucking lips and never saw him the same way since.)

aiku: one of the best designs, fight me. he's so chill but also why does he have to be a player

(to clarify i meant in terms of women and dating by saying "player." lmao just wanted to be clear alskjksl)

kurona: his design's neat ig..., (not super attached tbh)

kaiser: I- I like assholes...,(plus hes funny as shit), (so unserious LMAOO)

ness: insane and obsessive <3 (he should kill someone. as a treat.)

noa: The eyeliner tho...

chris: <- literally a golden retriever

[hum-suffer]

omg finally a person who HATES anupama and LOVES james and sirius!!! I've finally found where I belong lol

Anyways, the current storyline of anupama is actual dogshit and i genuinely cannot believe that this show is going on, i started this show because of my grandmother, right around where anuj and anupama got married and i cannot believe that anuj stayed with her even though she treated adhya the way she did, and that everyone, specially devika and kantaben had the gall to be angry at him and say that he was the one who was overreacting even though he was completely justified in leaving anupama, i just wish he had gotten over her and married shruti, i was rooting for them to get married so bad :( and yes i agree with the post you made, that bit about anupama crying for not being invited to award made me chuckle lol

Hi hi hi, I'VE FOUND MY PEOPLE OMG

So, yes, EXACTLY. Me too, I started watching because of my grandmother, around the time anupama figured out that she was being cheated on. And, honest, I was really impressed with the way they portrayed a panic attack in the show. Love it, really, for exploring that.

And then Anuj came and I was DROOLING like omg omg omg sir I'm here at my knees sir you're the loml pls love me instead of her i don't come with three kids who are equivalent to dicks and three adults who are equivalent to being shit and one old man who is irrelevant. (Yes bapuji is indeed irrelevant.)

The moment Anuj brought imlie for Anupama? I was ready to propose istg.

And honest, Devika was chill and awesome and she and dheeraj should have married and gone with Anuj. Seriously. The moment I started hating the show was when they introduced Anuj ka bhai and bhabhi suddenly. And malavika was just pushed aside. Who remembers GK, guys?

And these IDIOTS adopted a girl called anu on their honeymoon. Ho gaya mera. Done. Bye.

As I said, Anuj deserves better and by better I mean, SOMEONE WHO LOVES HIM.

ANUPAMA BROUGHT ANUJ KI MUMMY IN THE HOUSE AND I'VE HATED HER SINCE. Like miss ma'am stfu and DIE. My boy here is hurt and he was abandoned by his own mom and you're forcing him to accept her?????????????? Divorce her Anuj please.

And I'm very glad you liked my post! Im always here to bitch about Anupama and simp for Anuj!

[causenessus]

HI MY LOVELINESS!! good morning afternoon or evening!! I HOPE YOUR DAY GOES WELL OR IS WELL! (whenever you read this) and i hope you’ve eaten!! make sure you eat !! you’re actually the cutest like when i first read ur response i was smiling and giggling like UR SO CUTE STOP i miss you tons too my love literally like that other night when i was really tired i was like I MISS NESS SO MUCH so even in my tired state i was writing up a response for you because i <3 you so very much (NOT UR FAULT BTW)(LIKE I GENUINELY MISS YOU SOMETIMES WHEN YOU DONT POST ANYTHING IM LIKE D: I MISS NESS) like i’m like oh she’s probably working or at school so she won’t be active until at night but i miss her very much the aura is different when you’re not around <//3 (in a good way ofc ofc as always) i’m writing this one a bit early today so you can wake up to see it in ur inbox! I GOT SO SAD WHEN YOU WERE LIKE “i haven’t seen anything from mango anon yet” LIKE MY HEART CLENCHED so im writing this one up early for you since i unfortunately have another 9-5 to tend to(GRUELLING GRUELLING SHIFTS) like i literally just came back from my “vacation” and THEYRE SCHEDULING ME SO MUCH HHHH literally blink once if i should quit(i blinked just now)

im really curious now i wanna try almond butter! USUALLY im not a nut person(?) because like my brother has a treenut allergy so we usually don’t have that in the house BUT YOUVE HAD TO SM AND NOW I WANNA TRY! (pokebowl and almond butter now on my try list) ALSO STOP NESS UR LITERALLY THE CUTEST I LOVE YOU TOO <3333333333333333333 (releasing my love and affection through the threes) like you’ve become part of my daily life now where like I DONT EVEN USE MY JOURNAL ANYMORE LOL(i barely used it in the first place) but it feels nice to kind of talk about my day and it’s even better to read about your day! like it’s part of my daily routine now i swear my day goes like

wake up!

eat!

catch up on ness’ blog

catch up on the hashtags i follow

read ness’ response(actually this is funny because i read your response TWICE typically) (i read it when you first post it then i read it again when i write a response)

write response to ness

eat

sleep!

AND I LOVE IT i think reading your response is like the best part of my day because for one i get to learn more about you and two like i just I JUST LOVE READING WHAT YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY LIKE it genuinely makes my day when you write long responses back i read every single part of it and i always make sure im like sitting down so i can fully pay attention to what you have to say like you’ve become such a priority in my life now it’s just (omg i’m becoming sappy too now)(SAPPY SEASON WOOOO) BUT WE ARE SO TWIN FLAME !!! SO SOULMATES SO TWIN FLAME like mango anon is in love with ness everyone mango anon is ness’ (ness’ mango anon forever)

ALSO PLS THE CHEFS AT YOUR WORK?? let me just go guard dog mode here rq like maybe they just think they’re being nice but sometimes it’s weird AND I GET IT because like it’s nice to be appreciated at work or complimented but it’s also kinda weird and uncomfortable because it’s like ermmm okay! you’re old enough to be my father but i’m gonna just try to pretend not to notice that !! fortunately or unfortunately there’s not a lot of men at where i work and i think like idk most of it has to do with the fact that we specialize(?) in women’s clothing so like there’s more women workers but i do have one male manager which is like my least favourite manager LOL not anything he really did but idk i’m just closer with my other managers(there’s 3 in total) because it’s hard to kind of be chill with him like heyyyy sir manager yup everything is fine here! and sometimes i feel like he just has higher expectations for the store but it’s like sir we get paid minimum wage, i will not be breaking my bone for these customers or this store very much respectfully!! BUT HHHH THE WEIRD OLD MEN INTERACTIONS WHEN UR A MINOR?? GET AWAYYYYY like they could be ur father or damn UR GRANDFATHER like AHHHH its so weird and YEAH THE HOUSEWIFE COMMENT LIKE PLEASE SIR PLEASE but also with our name tags its like if you’re 18 and under you get a little sticker that says minor on it now (like i think they started doing that at the beginning of the year?) i still don’t wear it because i get so caught off guard when i hear “have a good day mango anon!” i literally WHIP my head over like ??? oh!! umm!! you too!! ITS JUST WEIRD TO ME LIKE IT SHOULDNT BE?? but i’m also scared of them putting in a bad review for me with my name so there’s that too LOL

I THINK PROPS IS EASY TOO BUT LIKE i meant kinda like it’s more hands on i guess? in a way? like you got to be more involved IM NOT TOO SURE but yeah props and runners were like very very popular when i was in the play and i just kind of assumed it was because they liked being on stage but not really on stage as a cast? if that makes sense? I THINK LIGHTS AND SOUND IS DEFINITELY INTIMIDATING LOL because like one mistake and everyone just looks at the booth (IK WHAT UR TALKING ABT WITH THE BOOTH!!)(also i get the caps like why are we shouting)(I LIKE SHOUTING THOUGH) like the little booth that’s behind the audience with a separate secret little door and like the two windows for the lights and the big window in the middle where the motherboard is (sorry that made no sense) but that’s how my little area looked! for my crew there was 2 people on sound plus the stage manager did help out sounds a bit usually (more like she would stand behind us and loom over us most the time) and lights i think we had like a lot more people but they were all in like the upper years so when they all graduated we just had two or three lights people (idk one of them never really showed up) I HATE WORKING WITH PEOPLE TOO THOUGH! especially if they’re slow because like i know what i’m doing so i’m just there sitting waiting for them to do something and i don’t wanna be arrogant like erm actually it’s this one! SO I JUST SIT IN SILENCE but i swear if i was in theatre with you as my lights duo i would cry(with love) like it would’ve made my experience so much better because literally after my first year i felt like a BABYSITTER LIKE AFTER THE SENIOR LIGHTS PEOPLE LEFT I WAS LITERALLY A BABYSITTER(okay time to stop shouting it is not that deep)(IT IS DEEP TO ME THOUGH) also theatre kids do yap SO MUCH but like sometimes it’s too too much where i miss my cues and the director looks up at our little booth like waiting for the next scene to come on and i literally get so embarrassed LOL but it’s so awkward when the director is literally yelling at a certain group then switches up right after like okay everyone! let’s go from scene 23! LIKE OKAY IM JUST GONNA ACT LIKE IM NOT EMBARRASSED AND ASHAMED but oh my god the panic attack?? no because theatre environment is so so toxic like i swear it just automatically comes with being in tech theatre because i forgot if i said this already but one time our director was keeping us late and we were literally HUNGRY because like we didn’t expect rehearsals to go out so late and one of the cast members literally fainted because we didn’t get any breaks!! so it was probably the lights overwhelming her or idk MAYBE THE FACT SHE HASNT EATEN but it was so terrifying and scary then the director was like erm okay ill order you guys pizza let’s all take a break like YOU THINK?? it was so so scary like thankfully she was okay but its like DAMN it takes a cast member fainting to get a break like that’s crazy

PLS WE WOULD LITERALLY DOMINATE AS A LIGHTS AND SOUND DUO IDC!! the professionals can step aside and see how WE do it because i know we would kill it like put us on like phantom of the opera or like hamilton or something LOL(like i unironically love hamilton)(NO SHAME AT ALL I WILL RECITE EACH MUSICAL ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD) also you were 100% right because during show nights she was NOT louder like you did not save anything please get out of here with the vocal rest excuse because miss girl you were NOT LOUDER like i could see the colors on my stage managers face DRAIN when she had her first scene because like it’s so terrible when someone is a good actor but they’re so BRATTY AND STUCK UP LIKE PLEASE!! (the pent up rage is so real because i feel like i could make a podcast and just RANT about this on and on)(i will never forget you shirley holmes actor i still have rage over you)

ALSO THE SHIFTING DISCORD IS SO FUNNY LOL i always wondered if shifting actually worked?? like the discord i joined was just for online gaming so we did a lot of minecraft, roblox, phas! and they moved to VR but i literally was too broke for VR so id always just watch someone stream it LOL or me and sock would just play minecraft(sock if ur out there im still very very sorry)

ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBER? like i feel like you get a lot of asks like daily so i was like omg i wonder if she’d remember this like i can not scroll down to find it because i literally just fill your blog now LOL but i genuinely remember being so like IDK I JUST FELT SO SOFT AND LOVING LIKE IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT? i didn’t wanna like bother you or overwhelm you so much but i was like ness seems so piled up with everyone right now i hope she’s taking care of herself and eating :( and that’s what awakened me out of my little mango peel but like LITERALLY UR JUST THE SWEETEST LIKE I KNOW IVE SAID THAT SO MUCH BUT LIKE UR LITERALLY <333333333333333333333333333333 like google what are synonyms for sweet bcuz like real real realness you’re literally one of my favourite people actually i lied UR MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER LIKE genuinely reading ur responses are the best part of my day and like if some days you are too tired to reply DO NOT EVEN WORRY AT ALL! the main thing i always wanna get across is like i want you to eat and i want you to take care of yourself and have a good day because you deserve nothing but the best! like not everyday can be a good day unfortunately but i want you to have the closest to a good day everytime!

ANYWAYS ITS TIME TO WRAP IT UP AND GO TO SLEEPPP!! but ness literally if i had a genie wish i would dedicate three of those wishes to you like i would wish for you to always have a good day, for you to have good health and GOOD WEALTH!! like i would fish the moon with a measly little fishing rod for you and i would fetch stars for you with my BARE HANDS!! i love you very much and i hope you have the bestest day ever and everything goes well <3333 make sure to eat and take care of yourself!! and you should totally just fly here anyways !! I WOULD BE UR HOUSEWIFE AND FOLD UR CLOTHES PERFECTLY FOR YOU AND GET YOU ALL THE ALMOND BUTTER AND BAGELS THE WORLD CAN OFFER <333 DONT WORRY ABOUT BEING TOO SAPPY OR YAPPY!! there can never be too much sap and yap when it comes to you my love so do not worry at all! you have the bestest bestest day ever and i can’t wait to hear from you again !!! xoxoxo

AAAAAA MANGO ANON OKAY NOW I CAN FRFR SAY I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH OMG I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY??? WHY WAS I SO TIRED OH YES I WAS OUT UNTIL 9PM HOLD ON I MAY DELVE INTO THAT but oh my goodness good evening mango anon i cannot tell you how much i've missed you and the way i've also been formulating my entire response to you over these past two days like yesterday i came home and was like "I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL MANGO ANON" and then passed out </3 BUT MY HEADACHE IS GONE!!! AND I AM ALIVE AND WELL AND EATING "DINNER" (it's 10 pm. it's the same thing i ate for breakfast bc I'M SO TIRED 😭 I'M SORRY MY HEAD IS SO JUMBLED I WILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THIS SIMPLE TO FOLLOW!!!)

aaa i literally hate how i've had to move like answering all my asks to like 10 pm at night bc i am just not alive during the day and the THOUGHT that i will be BUSIER september-novemeber is KILLING ME (and actually that's all started already, "that" ofc being my stage managing duties at my old high school </3 CAN U TELL MY HEAD IS JUMBLED I'M SORRY HOLD ON WITH ME I'M HOLDING YOUR HANDS AND KISSING THEM RN MANGO ANON MWAH <33) i hope that your 9-5 went well!! AND OFC DO NOT WORRY ABOUT SENDING IN ASKS BY ANY CERTAIN TIME!! i am just happy to see messages from you everyday (AND OBVIOUSLY ALSO NO PRESSURE TO SEND SOMETHING EVERYDAY!! I JUST LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU ANY DAY WE DON'T INTERACT </33 YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TORN I WAS ON GOING TO SLEEP OR TRYING TO ANSWER YOUR ASK LAST NIGHT UGHHGFHKJDHGKFD)

I AM BLINKING SM RN LIKE WAIT I'M GOING TO DO THOSE 2020 QUARANTINE TIKTOK REACTION EMOJIS 👁👄👁 ➖👄➖👁👄👁 ➖👄➖ 👁👄👁 ➖👄➖ 👁👄👁 ➖👄➖ I AM BLINKING!!! U SHOULD QUIT!! WATCH THE BUSINESS CRUMBLE WHEN THEY LOSE THEIR BEST WORKER 🔥🔥🔥🔥 COME WORK WITH ME AT MY LITTLE FRAME RETAIL JOB!! <333 and in all seriousness PLEASE DO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!! 9-5s are GRUELING so please make sure to take breaks and eat and drink lots of water!!!! and make sure you get proper rest especially after i KNOW u have to deal with so many people i am so sorry for u </3

I'M GOING TO CRY AT YOUR SCHEUDLE AND EVERYTHING OMG HOLD ON WHERE DO I EVEN START <333333333333333333333 I AM ALSO EXPRESSING ALL MY LOVE THROUGH THOUSANDS OF 3S FOR YOU!!!!!!!!! AND YOU'RE SO SWEET I LOVE YOU <3333333333 AND AA!!! i'm glad we're both like influencing each other's food lol 😭 AND I ATE THAT STUPID IMITATION CRAB POKE BOWL AGAIN TODAY BC I'M LITERALLY SCRAPING BY ON LIFE RN AND JUST TRYING TO EAT AS MANY PROPER MEALS AS POSSIBLE and now everytime i eat i think of u!!! <3333 i love almond butter because i hate the taste of peanut butter and just like,,, everything about it,,,, and i DON'T like normal almond butter i love cinnamon almond butter!! it like balances out the really prominent nut taste but idk <3 IF YOU TRY IT LMK WHAT YOU THINK!! but i totally get like your brother having the tree nut allergy and everything!! my dad's allergic to onions so i've just never grown up using/eating onions i'm not used to it at all,, like if a recipe calls for onions i immediately just replace it with more garlic it's crazy!!! AND YOUR SCHEDULE AGAIN PLEASE OMG :((((

mine is something like this:

wake up -> eat -> school </3 -> try and write/read asks -> work -> drive home -> eat -> answer asks (mango anon <3) and try to write -> sleep

it's always try to write bc i'm always SO pressed for time or tired 😭😭😭😭 like jsyk this is the only ask i'm answering today bc i want to finally draft the tonic chapters that were SUPPOSED to come out today if my wifi wasn't horrible AND I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND I GENUINELY LOVE TALKING TO YOU SO SO MUCH MANGO ANON I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN ABOUT LIKE ENJOYING TALKING ABOUT YOUR DAY AND I ALWAYS FORGET TO JOURNAL AS WELL BUT THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER <3 I LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR DAYS AND REPLY AND ALL THAT STUFF IT IS SO FUN!!! AND LIKE OFC I LOVE EVERYONE AND WILL EVENTUALLY GET TO THEIR ASKS <3 BUT U AND ME????? WE'RE SPECIAL TWIN FLAMES SOULMATES <333 AND I HAVE BEEN DYING TO ANSWER YOUR ASK FOR LIKE A DAY NOW!!! everytime i go into my inbox and read "hello loveliness!!!" I START KICKING MY FEET AND IMMEDIATELY CAN'T WAIT TO GO HOME SO I CAN START DRAFTING A RESPONSE GENUINELY I CANNOT EXPLAIN TO YOU THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN MY BRAIN RELEASES EVERYTIME I READ THOSE WORDS!!! i am so obsessed with the nickname loveliness by the way you are so smart and i am so honored and you make me so so happy i love you mango anon <333

AAA PLEASE AND LIKE I GO BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN TWO TABS ONE TO READ YOUR ASK AND THE OTHER TO ACTUALLY START ANSWERING YOUR ASK IF THAT MAKES SENSE?? (or i just scroll up to read whatever part of your ask i'm on next) BUT SEEING HOW YOU TALKED ABOUT US BEING TWIN FLAMES RIGHT AFTER I ALSO MENTIONED IT?????? THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WE ARE SO CONNECTED AA!!! and i absolutely love hearing about your days and learning more about you!!! please i love hearing every detail <3 AND NOW U HAVE TO TELL ME ABOUT TODAY AND TOMORROW SINCE I UNFORTUNATELY WASN'T ABLE TO ANSWER YOUR ASK YESTERDAY!! (no pressure <3 but literally was at work and i was like "I WONDER HOW MANGO ANON'S DAY WAS </333 I HOPE SHE TELLS ME TOMORROW </33333") aaa i cannot tell you how much you genuinely mean to me and how much you cross my mind every single day!!! i literally consider you such a good friend like i love you so so much mango anon i'm so so happy to hear from you <33 (back on sap yap again) YOU ARE MY MANGO ANON FOREVER!!! AND I SWEAR THE WAY WE'RE JUST SAYING THIS ALL TO EACH OTHER 😭😭 LIKE I DIDN'T EVEN READ THE WHOLE PARAGRAPH YET BC I IMMEDIATELY HAVE TO YAP/TYPE DOWN ALL MY THOUGHTS THE MOMENT I GET ONE WHILE READING SO I JUST GOT TO THE PART ABOUT U SAYING I'M A PRIORITY IN MY LIFE RIGHT AFTER I HAD MY ENTIRE YAP SESSION ABOUT YOU BEING LIKE A BEST FRIEND TO ME 😭😭 YOU'RE SUCH A PRIORITY IN MY LIFE AS WELL!! ONCE AGAIN WHY I'M JUST ANSWERING YOUR ASK TODAY BEFORE I SLEEP <33 BECAUSE YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME AND I FEEL SO COMFY WITH YOU YK LIKE AAA JUST EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU SM MANGO ANON <33

and HELP you're so right like some of them are old enough to be my father and even the younger ones....it's still weird... 😭 like i'm not even kidding the watermelon thing was real!!! someone brought in watermelon to my restaurant job and my mom asked if i wanted some and i was like "if u cut it for me ♡" and she did and then this one sushi chef was like "i can cut more for her" and it's this sushi chef that's def had a crush on me since i came back to work there but like.....no bro i don't want watermelon cut by your fishy nasty hands sorry....LMAO I FEEL BAD BUT ALSO I CAN'T BC YEAH THEY JUST STARE WHILE I TRY AND EXIST 😭 I GET THE ICK WITH MEN SO QUICKLY IT'S NOT GOOD

but NO bc like male managers in things like a mainly female clothing shop like girl what r u doing there??? like at least imo i just cannot wrap my head around it like ik u did not become a full fledged adult just to manage a women's clothing place when ur a MAN like i just do not understand it AND I WOULD BE UNCOMFY WITH HIM TOO!!! ALSO THE MINOR STICKERS ON YOUR NAME TAGS???? 😭 i just cannot believe they have to clarify that like i'm not sure if men being creepy is such a problem at your work they have to do that??? but i'm sorry nonetheless 😭 AND I TOTALLY GET IT i remember being in like a target line once (bc self checkout was closed </3) and so it was the guy in front of me's turn to get his items scanned and IMMEDIATELY off the bat he's looking at the cashier's nametag being like "oh what's your name? how do you say it?" and she had to tell him and mind you it's like 9:45 she def just wants to go home and does NOT wanting to be interacting with this sunburned man buying like aloe vera and idk febreeze i forget what the other thing was and then he ALSO told her "have a good night [cashier's name]" LIKE DON'T USE PEOPLE'S NAMES YOU DON'T KNOW THEM IT'S JUST WEIRD??? IDK

AND OMG YES OKAY TECH TIME I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL U BUT LET ME RESPOND TO U FIRST!! OOOO the thing u said about like props people like being on stage but not as actors is CRAZY but SO TRUE like i'm sorry but most of those people are def attention seekers....like not them purposely trying to be seen in the wings and dancing and all that stuff like get out bro (once again unresolved tech anger coming up again) ALSO NO YOUR BOOTH DESCRIPTION MADE PERFECT SENSE!!! I FORGET WHERE I WENT THAT THEIR BOOTH WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT where was i????? hold on.... OH i think i was at this university i visited when i thought of going to college for lights bc their soundboard was behind the audience but the lightboard and stage manger and like projections were all above in like a booth ABOVE the audience idk how to describe it i'm sorry 😭😭😭

my school was so poor and sketchy like the booth had a door and a sliding window (there were like four levels for no reason bro. so that it was sound proof or something???) and basically like the floor was littered with condoms (unused. they were from our sound people bc we literally put our mic packs in sound packs to keep actors' sweat from ruining them and we have like an infinite amount of condoms bc someone years ago sent it to us as a joke. i one put a condom on my hand so i could unscrew a light bulb that was still hot and put in a red light bulb so we could use it during shows. the condom was not a good glove btw it broke on me ANYWAY), the table our lightboard sat on was NOT made for it so the board like hangs off the counter LMAO and the two monitors we have for it (our board is OLD literally like an element one. she's not advanced at all) barely fit with that giant thing on the counter AND UGH THERE'S SO MUCH SORRY but anyway the counter it all sits on is also way too tall so ig when the school first opened they built this creaky af platform and then screwed in literal auditorium chairs (so like the ones where you push the cushion down you sit down yk??? or else they flip back up IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT SORRY) so like that platform is SO creaky everyone can hear anyone walk across it or just sit up from the chairs OMG IT WAS HORRIBLE AND THEN THERE WERE LIKE THOUSANDS OF TOOTSIE ROLL WRAPPERS IN THE CEILING AND BLACK MOLD SO I ALWAYS ENDED UP GOING CRAZY LIKE I WAS LITERALLY HIGH OFF OF SOMETHING EVERYTIME I WAS UP THERE (people also sometimes like hotboxed in there so maybe i was literally getting high but WHEN I TELL U BRO IT WAS CRAZY IN THERE IT WAS SUCH A SAFETY HAZARD IN EVERYWAY I'M GOING TO STOP YAPPING BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH WRONG WITH THAT BOOTH)

"ERM ACTUALLY IT'S THIS ONE" is SO REAL LMAOOO like i do not have the patience to teach people like i will show them how to do something and if they don't understand....well i'll try my best to explain it but i am NOT sitting thru watching them figure out things they can watch me do it 50 more times at the speed of light and force themselves to understand what i'm doing 😭 (also your stage manager just looming behind u is SO REAL LMAOOAO) AND OMG I FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YES LIGHTS AND SOUND IS SO INTIMIDATING BC MISTAKES ARE SO PROMINENT AND OBVIOUS AND YES LIKE SOMETIMES MY CUES WOULD GET MESSED UP and my director would be like "ness this isn't the right lighting cue mimimiyapyapyap" and i'd be like "I KNOW YOU DERANGED 50 YEAR OLD MAN STFU AND LET ME DO WHAT I NEED TO DO CAN U SEE HOW I'M OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO MAKE THIS A BLACKOUT I DIDN'T NEED YOUR INPUT" (dw this stuff is def deep. like unprocessed trauma that we are getting thru together rn) (mango anon and ness sound + lights duo for the win oml literally) AND IT'S THE WORSE on like the first day of tech week and no one's given me my cues yet so like actors are waiting on ME to bring up lights EVERY SINGLE SCENE or they have to wait for me to write cues and i'm like "I'M TRYING TO GO FAST GUYS I'M SORRY U HAVE TO WAIT FOR ME </333" AND UGHHGHGH HEARING ABOUT YOUR ACTOR THAT FAINTED IS SO REAL AND SICKENING like theatre is so sketchy and like....def not legal/oscha approved (which is a given but like THE WAY THEY KEEP US SO LATE AND NEVER GIVE US FOOD?? THAT HAS TO BE A VIOLATION SOMEWHERE) like i could FEEL that girl's hunger omg i def understand her tho (AND THAT'S WHY IT'S IMPORTANT TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF MANGO ANON!!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD AND EATING WELL <3)

LMAOOOAOAOAO WAIT MANGO ANON AND NESS RELIVE THEIR THEATRE TRAUMA/RAGE MOMENTS PODCAST WHEN??????? WHAT IF WE QUIT OUR RETAIL JOBS AND START A PODCAST I THINK WE COULD DO IT AND MAKE MILLIONS LMAOAOAO AND THEN WE ADVERTISE OUR SKILLS LIKE "anyway...since we went thru so much...who wants us....broadway????? hamilton???? u guys looking for new sound and lights people????? we're right here 😌"

ANYWAY LET ME GO ON THIS SIDE TANGENT RQ MB I HAD TO TELL SOMEONE THOUGH AND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD UNDERSTAND 😭😭 but the reason i say that my duties for stage managing for my old high school has already started is bc like,,, technically everything starts september 5th but my tech director asked me to come in yesterday, today, and tomorrow BC GET THIS OMG i cannot even sorry like idek what to say but that school and the theatre department and him are SO sketchy like please bro i am a fresh young adult AND MAN HAD ME COME IN TO SUPERVISE HIS TECH CLASSES. MANGO ANON. I WAS SUBBING FOR A CLASS AND I HAVE NO PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE OR ANY DEGREE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT I CANNOT BE DOING THAT. like he had an "actual sub" in that class but she handed me his papers bc he was like "yeah he said u were going to be teaching the kids how to use drills" and i was like "oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃" sorry i am typing this with tears in my eyes because like what is my life bro how do i get into these situations AND YK WHY HE WAS GONE?????????????? HE'S PULLING THE PLUG ON HIS FATHER IN LAW BRO omg. (if any of my irls see this like it would be so obvious who i am BUT IDC BC I'M HAVING A CRISIS RN LIKE WHAT WAS I DOING IN THAT SCHOOL) i can't i'm sorry and like i can't make up any of this either like when i was a STUDENT he would also do this where if he was ever absent he usually just had the "tech mom" of the department in charge bc yk how it is. you join tech and u sign ur life away so i was always in tech classes and then i did tech after school and </333 BUT ANYWAY YES SO I HAD TO TEACH KIDS HOW TO USE A DRILL AND I WAS DYING AND JUST SO ?????????????????????????????? AND THEN THE REASON I WAS SO TIRED YESTERDAY IS BECAUSE I GOT LOOPED INTO HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS FOR LIKE THE ENTIRE DAY WHEN I PLANNED TO LEAVE EARLY BC I HAD A HEADACHE AND WANTED TO WRITE BUT INSTEAD I SAT IN MY CAR WITH ONE OF MY FRIENDS OUTSIDE OF THEIR HOUSE FOR FIVE HOURS AND WE COMPLAINED AND GOSSIPED ABOUT A SINGLE MAN THE ENTIRE TIME (i can't remember how much i've said about him or what u remember and ik it's hard without names and for that i'm sorry but it's the same guy i was talking about that i used to like and was helping me like clean and blah blah blah WHATEVER the point was he had like 10k problems and was hurting EVERYONE around him so we went into great detail and study about that and idk. we connected the dots and realized he was literally just regina george and then found out he's literally said before he kins regina george and like ?????????????? HOW DO YOU KIN REGINA GEORGE??????????????????????????? anyway. sorry. that probably makes no sense but just know ground was broken last night)

OKAY CONTINUING ON bro i honestly have no idea like i never shifted but i have a friend who said she did but like..... who knows..... trust issues xxx LMAOOO THE WAY I RECOGIZED THE NAME SOCK IMMEDIATELY FROM WHEN YOU FIRST TALKED ABOUT HIM I LOVE HOW DEEP THE LORE GOES i also played roblox and minecraft with some of the people on there 😭😭 one of these days i'll pull up screenshots of really funny moments in that discord server bc they're lowk actually funny like let me just tell u one now but basically we had a literal account named jesus christ in that server so this was a conversation in that server once:

random person: i'm going to shift today

jesus christ: u can't do it

random person: what

(JESUS CHRIST MEANT TO SAY "U CAN DO IT" BUT MESSED UP IT WAS SO FUNNY AT LEAST TO ME 😭 AND I CAN'T TELL IF IT WAS BC YK IT'S LIKE JESUS CHRIST, PFP IN ALL, OR THE TYPO)

AND AA YES OFC I REMEMBER!! MY BRAIN IS VERY GOOD AT REMEMBER SMALL NICHE DETAILS <3 AND ALSO YOUR ASKS WERE ALWAYS SO SWEET I COULD NEVER FORGET THEM!!! THEY LITERALLY STAY WITH ME FOREVER AND MAKE ME SO HAPPY <3 the "little mango peel" is SO CUTE AWH AND PLEASE!!!!! YOU'RE MY FAVORITE AND I THINK YOU'RE SO SWEET!!! YOU'RE THE RIPEST BEST MOST PERFECT MANGO OUT THERE MANGO ANON <33 YOU ARE WHAT EVERY MANGO ASPIRES TO BE AND WHAT PEOPLE HOPE TO GET WHEN THEY BUY MANGOS <3 YOU ARE THE BEST AND SWEETEST AND MOST AMAZING PERSON EVER AND YOU'RE MY FAVORITE!!! ik i shouldn't play favorites and like i tried to play it off.....but obv u are like i'm only answering your ask today because i love you so much!!! <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 and i want you to eat and take care of yourself too please!!! i love to hear about what you eat and your days so definitely please always update me!!!!! <3 i hope that you had a good day today!! and i can't wait to hear about it tomorrow hopefully <3

AND HAVE A GREAT SLEEP MANGO ANON!!!! IF I HAD A GENIE I WOULD WISH U COULD FLY TO ME OR ME TO YOU (that might be better. i hate the u.s. also hope this isn't weird 😭😭😭😭) AND WISH YOU ALL THE HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD AND WEATH!!! AND THEN WE COULD BE LIKE THE MOST AMAZING DUO LIKE HAIKYUU SMAU ROOMATES TYPE BEAT BC ROOMATES IN HQ SMAU ARE ALWAYS AMAZING LIKE THAT COULD BE US!!! i would get the moon and the universe and every single thing for you mango anon i love you so so much!!! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!! I WILL ALSO GLADLY BE YOUR HOUSEWIFE OR GUARD DOG FROM THE CREEPY MEN <33 I CANNOT WAIT TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! YOU'RE THE BEST <33 THANK YOU FOR BEING THE KINDEST COOLEST PERSON EVER <3333 I LOVE YOU <333 AND HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!!

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

@yjbg

he’s so handsome my heart can’t do this

[abombihoney]

Hi I'm not dead!

Chapter 7 is up.

(Sorry about the delay.)

you don't have to apologize! what you do or dont do is totally up to you!

That said, is the narrator omniscient or third person limited? im too lazy to check the other chapters to look but it super looks like maki has crush on muze lol

[pinkandblueblurbs]

pls if this is too weird or dark ignore but anthony showing his brothers how to fuck a woman properly and get her aroused n shit and they’re all fully clothed still(including anthony) and they’re asking questions and trying out what they can and eventually she’s completely fucked out

good, honorable men

anthony bridgerton x fem!reader x colin bridgerton x benedict bridgerton. no incest, slight dubcon, fingering, oral, period/canon typical misogyny, d/s dynamics, power imbalance, voyeuristic themes, mention of prostitution, hair gripping.

a/n: this isn’t totally like your request, she doesn’t necessarily get fucked out and i made it more about how to treat a lady when you take her virginity than about pleasuring a woman, but i hope you still like it :,))

word count: 2.4k

“Sit up here- just like that.” Anthony murmurs as you settle on the edge of his desk, the wood cold and smooth against the bare skin of your ass. Your cheeks are hot with the embarrassment of sitting, fully nude, in the private study of your husband’s family home.

“Anthony, are you quite sure about this? I-“

“Darling, I thought we’d agreed that you would behave yourself.” Anthony says, somewhat impatiently, making you bite your lip. “Which includes not questioning me, does it not?” You nod shyly, watching as he takes your discarded clothes and drapes them neatly over the back of his chair.

“My apologies, sir. I’m just a bit nervous, I suppose.” You murmur, and when Anthony looks at you his face softens- if only slightly.

“Well you needn’t be. My brothers are good, honorable men. They shall not judge you, nor will they allow what they see to leave this room.” He walks around his desk so he’s beside you, close enough to rest a hand on your knee, which is turned primly inwards. “They merely wish to learn. And I, as their eldest brother, have the responsibility of teaching them.”

You open your mouth, but before you can speak there’s a sharp rap of knuckles against wood. Anthony grins. “Ah, there they are now. Just be good, as always, and you shall be fine.” He delivers a pat to your thigh before turning and striding across the room, leaving you exposed on his desk, heart hammering in your chest.

“Brothers, please come in.” Anthony says once he opens the door, stepping aside and revealing Benedict and Colin- or rather, revealing you to them. Benedict’s lip is curled up in a sly smirk as he steps into the room, while behind him Colin’s grinning like a cat who got the cream, and their intent stares are enough to have your breath hitching. Quickly, one arm flies to cover your breasts, and the other brings a hand over your mound, though there’s little left to cover there with how tightly your thighs are pressed together.

“Hi there, dearest. God, look at how pretty you are.” Benedict says as he places his hands on his hips, his eyes trailing up and down what’s still visible of your body.

“I am quite surprised Anthony lasts past a single thrust.” Colin quips, shooting your husband a teasing grin.

“Oh hush, you.” He mutters while Benedict snickers, but a subtle smile betrays his own amusement. “Though she is pretty, isn’t she?” Anthony stalks over to you, easily grabbing your wrists and yanking them away from your body, ignoring your nervous whimper. “Hands at your sides, darling, let them really see you.”

Your cheeks are on fire as three pairs of eyes hungrily take in the sight of your breasts, your nipples pebbled from the slightly chilled air in the room.

“Good god…” Colin breathes out as he stares. You can’t help but notice the slight bulge already visible in the front of the young man’s trousers.

“Why don’t you both take a seat and we can get started.” Anthony offers, gesturing to the two chairs facing you. You watch as the men get settled- Benedict leaning back with one leg over the other, lounging comfortably, and Colin sitting leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as if he’s trying to get as good a view as possible despite being mere feet away.

“Now, laying with a lady whose purity is intact is quite different than fucking the prostitutes you’re both familiar with.” Anthony starts as he steps up beside you. “You’ll want to take things much slower. She’s bound to be nervous, of course, but you don’t want to truly frighten her. I am sure you both know to start with kissing. From there you want to kiss her neck whilst you undress her,” he reaches up and ghosts his knuckles down the side of your throat, making an example of the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “This will ensure she is relaxed enough for you to rid her of her clothes. And then, you can move on to her breasts.”

You gasp when his large hands move to cup your mounds, kneading the soft flesh with an unusual tenderness. “You don’t want to be too harsh for the first time, gentle touches will be best.” He strokes the pads of thumbs over your nipples, and grip the edges of his desk with a soft, airy whimper. “Chances are her nipples will be very sensitive, as she has not been touched there by anyone else before. If she reacts well to the touch,” he gently rolls the hard bud between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a soft moan from your lips, “then keep it up. Such stimulation is a very good way to get her aroused.”

“And I’m assuming you know that she is reacting well if she’s making noises like that?” Benedict asks with a smirk, the question half teasing of your little gasps and mewls. Anthony chuckles.

“Precisely, brother.” Anthony keeps up his attentions to your breasts, kneading and rubbing and pinching gently, giving his brothers a few moments to watch and take in his technique. You try to ignore that they’re staring at you, your eyes squeezed shut tightly to block them out, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling their eyes as they burn into you.

“Now, if you’ve been successful with your kissing and touches, her body should be ready for penetration.” One of Anthony’s hands leaves your breast to tap the outside of your knee, which is still tilted inwards. “Open your thighs, love, allow them to see how wet you are.”

“My Lord…” you murmur shyly, opening your eyes to gaze at Anthony with obvious embarrassment. You barely hear Colin snicker and murmur almost inaudibly to the second eldest.

“She uses his title? Even in bed?”

“Does that truly surprise you, Colin?” Benedict whispers back. “You have met our brother, haven’t you?”

Both men laugh quietly to themselves while Anthony, ignoring their aside, taps demandingly at your knee once again. “Open them.”

At the obvious command in his tone you finally obey, allowing your thighs to fall apart and reveal your core to the three men in the room. You shiver as, along with their intent gazes, cool air meets your wet folds.

“Bloody hell, she’s soaked.” Benedict murmurs, enraptured by the sight of your glistening slick. Your cheeks burn hot at his words, but a glance at Anthony tells you he feels more pride than embarrassment.

“That is how you know you’ve prepared her properly.” Your husband delineates, stroking one hand over your shoulder and down your back, subtly soothing you. “Since you’ll likely be above her, unable to see between her legs, you must feel to ensure that she’s ready for you.” You shiver as the hand not on your back trails down your stomach from your breast, approaching your cunt. When he makes first contact you gasp softly, his calloused fingers feeling the perfect amount of rough against your sensitive flesh.

“Sir…” you choke out as he swipes two digits up your slit, spreading the moisture that has gathered there. He shushes you softly, not to silence you, but rather to soothe your evident apprehension.

“Not only will touching her cunt allow you to feel how wet she is, it will further her arousal and get her used to having your attentions there.”

“I would not mind putting my attentions there.” Benedict quips, watching with rapt attention as Anthony’s fingers stroke over your pussy. Anthony grins, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you when he pulls his hand away.

���In that case, brother, be my guest.” He offers, stepping further to your side rather than angled slightly in front of you. Your eyes widen and you look at your husband. Benedict and Colin share your shocked expression.

“Are you in earnest?” Colin asks, though an eager grin is already creeping in in place of his slack mouth. Anthony nods, and your heart races in your chest

“Is experience not the best way to learn? Come on, you may touch her.” Both brothers turn to exchange a ravenous glance before they’re on their feet, moving to cross the negligible space between you. At your side, Anthony must catch on to the way your body trembles slightly, because he rubs once more across your back, leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“You are perfectly okay, my love. You needn’t be so worried.” His words do serve to console you somewhat, and you take a deep breath, looking up at the two other men. Benedict offers you an earnest, gentle expression, reaching out very slowly towards the apex of your thighs.

“Is this alright?” His murmurs, his low baritone seemingly reverberating through you. You offer him a nod, unable to deny the thrill of excitement that passes through you at the thought of his touch.

With your permission he makes contact with your cunt, his deft fingers swiping through your folds to test your moisture only briefly before quickly finding their place on your clitoris. You let out a breathy moan in response to the circles he draws there, your eyes threatening to flutter closed in pleasure.

“Good girl…” Anthony murmurs, praising your willingness. The words make you whimper and clench around nothing, and Colin chuckles.

“She likes to be praised, does she?” The youngest observes, reaching out to knead gently at the flesh of your right breast. You notice his fingers are far softer than you’re used to.

“She does,” Anthony responds with a smirk. “I have found that most women do. Ample reassurance is always very helpful.”

Colin hums as he continues his ministrations, Benedict too focused entirely on the movements of his fingers against your clit.

“Let me have a go, brother.” Colin insists after a moment, letting go of your breasts in favor of lightly smacking Benedict’s hand away from your cunt. His own fingers soon replace it, and as you let out a moan you find yourself grateful that you aren’t left without pleasurable touch for long.

“Clean his fingers, darling.” Anthony murmurs, reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair, effectively holding your still. Glancing at Benedict you can’t miss the blatant desire in his eyes. You slowly let your lips fall apart, keeping your eyes on his as he brings his two fingers, drenched in your slick, to your mouth. You dutifully suck them clean, swirling your tongue and suctioning rhythmically, careful not to involve your teeth. Benedict groans lowly.

“Anthony, you lucky bastard.” He mutters under his breath. You feel a surge of pride at his apparent jealousy, and you’re sure Anthony’s similarly arrogant.

Benedict pulls his fingers from your mouth just when Colin plunges two of his own inside your cunt. The sudden intrusion makes you jolt and cry out, Anthony quickly grabbing hold of you at your waist and the small of your back to keep you steady.

“Good god, Colin, you could give the poor girl some warning.” Benedict reprimands lightly, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You pant wildly as Colin thrusts his fingers at a delicious, though shallow, pace.

“Oh come on, I know we are pretending, but it is not as if she’s truly a blushing virgin.” Colin reasons with a grin, making your cheeks burn for what must be the millionth time. “She’s fine.” He looks at you when he crooks his fingers into that perfect spot, a cheeky glint in his eyes. You moan brokenly and your toes curl. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod at first, but a sharp pinch delivered by Anthony to your outer thigh prompts you to choke out a weak “yes, Colin.”

Benedict’s hand moves across your body to give your right breast some attention, and before your left can mourn the loss he leans down, licking over your nipple with the flat of his tongue, much to your surprise. You can’t help but think that whatever “education” the men planned to be getting has been all but abandoned.

“My Lord… I do not think….” Your words are interrupted by a moan when Colin’s thumb swipes over your slit and you have to take a moment to recenter yourself before continuing. “I will not last.”

Colin’s gaze rises away from your cunt at the admittance, excitement clear in his eyes along with the grin that forms on his lips. He seems to double his efforts, pumping his fingers and driving them into your g-spot with every thrust, his thumb wiping back and forth swiftly over your clit. Benedict reacts similarly, sucking fervently on one nipple and tugging gently at the other. Pleasure builds rapidly in your gut, and you look at Anthony with desperation.

“Sir, please, may I?” You moan out, trembling with the effort to stave off your orgasm until you have your husband’s permission. Anthony hums, feigning pensiveness.

“Well…. You have been good, haven’t you?”

“Of course she has,” Benedict murmurs against your breast, pressing a sweet kiss beside your nipple before latching onto it once more.

“Do not be cruel to the poor thing, brother.” Colin adds, his fingers making an obscene sound as they pump into your soaked channel. Anthony smirks, grasping the back of your neck, ready to stabilize you.

“Go ahead, my love. Let go.” You relax as soon as the words leave him, your eyes squeezing shut along with your thighs with the force of your orgasm. Your whole body trembles with pleasure, Colin working you through it with his fingers.

“Good god, she’s so tight when she cums.” Colin grits out, struggling to continue his movements. Benedict’s gazing at your face, pupils blown.

“And she looks absolutely beautiful.”

You’re shuddering through the aftershocks when you finally have the wherewithal to open your eyes, finding the two brothers still gazing at you hungrily. Colin pulls his fingers free from your cunt with a shameful squealch.

“Well, I’d consider that a successful lesson.” Anthony says humorously, smirking at his two brothers as he supports your lax form against him, stroking your side.

“I certainly learned a lot.” Colin quips back. Benedict chuckles.

“As did I. Perhaps next time we could brush up on our oral skills?”