#me @ me: make up your mind dammit is this gonna be simple or not -

[shesoutofhere]

Meet Me In the Corner

(Definitely gonna be multiple parts)

Literally ignore typos or I'll cry

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You get paired up with Peter for your final project in a class. You're ecstatic, Peter? Not so much.

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

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You’re zoned out in a lecture when suddenly, your professor claps his hands together to catch everyone's attention.

“Right guys, before class is over, today you’ll be getting assigned your partners for the last final project.” Dammit, you thought, you completely forgot about the partnered assignment. It's not like you didn’t have any friends in the class, it was just that for the final assignment, your class would be paired up with the film class.

You told yourself that you were going to at least try to get familiar with some of the students from that class, but it completely slipped your mind.

“Okay, I'm gonna put your pairs up on the board, your job is to email your partner and start coming up with some ideas for your story idea form, speaking of story idea form, that'll be due this Friday. On that note, I’ll see you all on Wednesday.” Everyone around you groans, yourself included, Of course, the form is due Friday. You snap a photo of the board and head out of the lecture hall.

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Your nose and hands are freezing by the time you make it to the library. Once you find a nice cozy spot tucked away in the corner, you take your phone and laptop out.

You look at the picture you took of the board and zoom in on it to find your partner's name and email.

You squint until you see It, Peter Parker. Oh, you know him, well you don’t know know him, but you know of him. Now and then he’ll take photos for the school. They’re great and you can’t help but feel a little excited knowing that he’s going to be taking the pictures for the project.

You type a simple email to Peter.

Hey, it’s your partner for the final conjoined assignment. Would love to get in touch to start planning what we want to do.

Thanks!

A couple of minutes later you hear a ping go off, It’s your mail.

You open the notification and it's from Peter.

Yeah, do you have time right now?

You reply to the thread,

Yeah, I'm currently in the library on the third floor, in a corner.

You don’t receive a message back and assume he got busy. Twenty minutes go by, and you’ve finally focused in on your work when all of a sudden the chair from across you gets pulled out. You look up right away to see who it is. Now sitting in front of you is Peter.

You sit up with a small gasp, in all honesty, you didn’t expect to see him.

“Um, Hi”

Peter speaks up “Hey.”

There's an awkward pause. To try and ease the tension you say, “I didn’t know you were going to show up.”

 Peter starts to take his laptop out of his backpack,  “Well I did ask if you had time” His tone is dry.

There's another pause, this time Peter breaks the silence, “Do you want to start outlining this thing?”

You jump to answer “Yes!, so this is just what I was thinking, and feel free to throw in your ideas, but I know that the campus art museum is doing a night exhibition for the donor's gala,  and I have a friend who could get us in after hours if we want to get any shots without the big crowd.” You pause for a moment to see if Peter has any questions but he’s just staring right back at you, so you continue.

“I can write the article and you can take the photos and I don’t mind bringing an extra camera just in case you want some b-roll, So, thoughts?”

Peter has a look on his face that you can’t decipher, “So the gala, It’s at night?” You give him a nod, and for a split second, you swear you see him grimace.

“ Uh, nights don’t really work for me, sooo” He trails off.

“Oh, well we don’t have to go with my idea, it’s just something I was throwing out there.” For some reason you feel like you’ve been shot down, maybe you got ahead of yourself, and you start to feel embarrassed.

Peter lets out a sigh, “Well it sounds like you had it all planned out”

You throw your hands up, waving them back and forth, “No, no, was totally just free balling it, really anything you want to do, I’m totally fine with it.”

Peter doesn’t look convinced, he lets out another sigh, “If I'm being honest I’m completely blanking on ideas, so if you want to go ahead and do the gala I'm sure I can work something out.”

You try not to look overly excited, so you reply with a cool “All right, works for me.”

You’d hoped that talking about the assignment would make the atmosphere less awkward but now that you’ve stopped talking, the air feels heavy again.

Peters typing away on his computer and looks as if he’s in his own world.

Throughout this entire interaction, you haven’t been able to read Peter. He hasn’t been mean or anything but he hasn’t been talkative either.

Your internal monologue is interrupted when Peter stands up from his chair. He looks at his things and then looks back up at you “You mind watching over my things for a bit.”

“No, I’ll watch them for you.” With that Peter walks away.

You’re a bit confused now. Are you guys supposed to be working on the project? Is he working on his things? Should you head out when he gets back? Curiosity gets the best of you; you lean over the table to get a look at his laptop. You hover just far enough to touch the keypad to wake up the computer. On the screen, you see a bunch of math problems, or maybe science? You honestly couldn’t tell. You quickly sit back down in your seat.

OK, so Peter isn’t working on the project, this doesn’t help you feel at ease. If he’s not working on the project then what's the point of sitting here? You’ve decided that you’ll leave when he gets back.

Wait.

 Why do you have to leave? Technically you were here first, also, you happen to like this spot. Now you're really conflicted.

Your thoughts get interrupted by the sound of chatter. You frown. This is the quiet floor. The noise seems to get louder and closer. A little bit away from the table you see Peter, talking to some girl. Interesting, you think.  You can't make out what she’s saying but you see them both nonstop giggling. Peter gives her shoulder a rub and starts to head back to your table and you quickly look back down at your laptop.

When Peter makes it to the table, the smile he had previously is now replaced by the same dead-like stare he had earlier.

You start to get upset. So, Peter can smile, he just doesn’t want to smile around you. You try not to think too negatively, you try to rationalize the fact that he may just be shy around new people.

Not being able to take this back and forth with yourself, you decide that you’ll head out. You start to pack your things up. Peter clears his throat “Heading out?”, you give him a nod “Yeah, but whatever I work on I’ll email you” Peter just nods back at you.

You can’t help but feel peeved by his nonchalant attitude. Zipping up your backpack and slipping it on your back, you head out without a goodbye. You make it just outside the library when you realize you don’t have your beanie. You must have left it back at the table. Well, no chance you're going back, so you start heading in the direction of your dorm. You don’t get very far before you feel someone grab your shoulder. You turn quickly, startled by the hand on your shoulder. When you turn around you see Peter and your beanie in his hand.

He still has this dry look on his face when he extends your beanie towards you, “You left this behind.”

You reach for your beanie and immediately put it on “Thanks, I completely forgot about it” You didn’t but there's no chance you were telling him the reason you didn’t want to go back and get it was because you didn’t want to interact with him again.

Peter rocks back and forth on his feet, he looks like he's about to say something when all of a sudden someone yells from behind you.

“Yo, Parker!”

Peter tensed up for a second before a smile spread across his face. The guy who yelled comes into view as he walks in front of you to dab up Peter. You just stand there; not really sure what it is you're supposed to be doing.

The guy turns and looks at you and offers a hello, you give him a hi back. He faces Peter again and asks, “Is this a friend of yours?”

Peter Replies with a “No, partner for an assignment.”

Ah, not friends, that's fine, definitely the truth.

The mystery guy just nods his head. You feel even more annoyed with Peter. He has clearly shown that he is more than capable of being chatty and friendly with those around him. It dawns on you that maybe Peter isn’t fond of you. Before this revelation makes you spiral you decide to leave for real this time. Peter and the mystery guy seem wrapped in a conversation, so you decide to just start walking away. Peter sees you walking and puts a pause to his current conversation. He yells your name. You act as if you don’t hear him. At this point, you really just want to get out of the cold and back in your dorm away from Peter and everyone else.

 You hear Peter yell your name again and turn around, letting out a small groan.

Peters in front of you once again “Is there any way we can get into the Art Museum before the gala?” You can't help but squint your eyes at him. He wants to ask this now? Why didn’t he just ask earlier?

You reply, “Yeah, I’ll just have to text my friend and see when he can get us in” At this point, you start to feel yourself shiver, you want to get somewhere warm, like, immediately. for about the third time today, you and Peter are stuck in a silent stare-off. Having enough you speak up first “Okay Peter, I'm gonna go now, I’ll send you an email when I get an answer” Peter doesn’t give a reply so you choose this as the moment to walk off before he can think of something else to add.

With your mood ruined, you begin your journey back to your dorm.

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omg Hi, Hello. My apologies for the slow start but I promise It'll pick up, I got big plans for these two.

[orpheusluvr]

Stress Reliever (Orpheus x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

Being a novelist isn’t easy, and the stress has been consuming Orpheus lately as he is struggling to find something to write about. But luckily, he has his perfect wife to help him cope.

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“Hm…no…that’s too much of a cliche…ah, dammit!” Orpheus dropped the quill, the ink splattering over the page.

He lifted his head and looked up, closing his eyes. Allowing himself to calm down. Focus on his thoughts.

Why couldn’t he write anything good anymore? What was he lacking? Could it be the fact that he was overworking himself?

You walked over to Orpheus and stood behind him, lowering yourself to kiss his forehead.

“Everything alright?” You said, as you noticed the ink on the page.

Orpheus held your hands and kissed them.

“I think I’m going to take a break from writing. My mind hasn’t been able to come up with anything new lately.” He said.

“You really are working hard. You certainly need a break.” You said.

Orpheus gave a sigh.

“It’s quite hard to give up on something you’re so passionate about. But I have no choice.” He said.

You noticed a glint of defeat in his eyes, and you felt extremely bad. You wanted to distract him, and you came up with the perfect idea.

You walked to the other side and sat on his lap.

“Darling, what are you-”

Orpheus stopped after he watched you as you lifted your dress off, revealing the black lingerie you were wearing all this time.

His breathing hitched as he stared at your body from top to bottom, unable to resist himself from noticing every detail of your perfect figure. He adjusted his monocle.

“You look ravishing.” He said, with a smile.

You slowly grind against him, making him groan in response.

“Touch me, baby.” You whispered in his ear. Your soft voice gave him goosebumps, and your simple request alone awakened something in him.

Orpheus unhooked your bra and removed it, marvelling at the view of your voluptuous breasts in front of his face.

“I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel like they’ve gotten bigger. Not that I’d complain, though.” He said, smothering his hands all over your chest.

He paused.

“Or perhaps I never gave them this much attention and was too busy focusing on filling you up instead.” He said while his eyes stared deeply into yours. He moved his head forward, allowing his lips to meet your nipple and sucked on it, sending you waves of pleasure and filling up the room with echoes of your whimpering and moans.

“O-Orpheus…baby…” you grabbed onto his hair while you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Orpheus released himself from your nipple.

“Darling.” He looked at you, his hands moving lower and stopping next to your hips.

He began stroking the folds to your clothed pussy, making your body tremble.

“Let’s skip this step, shall we?” He smirked, pulling your panties down. He removed his belt and pulled his pants down underneath you, freeing his hard cock. He grabbed onto your waist, slowly positioning you over it.

“Sit on it. Ride me like a good girl.” Orpheus said.

You slowly sank down, feeling his length fill up your walls. Orpheus bucked his hips upwards, completely filling you up. Your eyes began to tear up from the sudden sensation and you let out a loud moan.

You began moving up and down, your breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Ngh…that’s it…keep going…” Orpheus groaned, sliding his hands up and down your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to move faster on him.

You were both a heated mess, your bodies glued together and not wanting to let go of each other’s embrace at all. You were running out of energy, also close to your orgasm. Orpheus was also close to releasing.

“Ngh…darling…I’m gonna…” Orpheus said, pushing you off him. But you quickly forced yourself back on, hugging him tightly. You both released your sweet fluids, and they dripped down the sides of your thighs.

“You can get off now.” Orpheus laughed.

You shook your head.

“I want to stay like this for a bit longer.” You said, while his cock was still inside you.

Orpheus smiled.

“Very well. Do as you please.” He said, wrapping his arms around you.

You both fell asleep in that exact position.

Orpheus eventually woke up after an hour or so, still feeling your walls tightly hugging his cock. The same way you were tightly hugging him himself.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Now I know exactly what I should write about.” He said.

And so, the popular Novelist decided to publish a new book shortly after.

It was dedicated entirely to his beloved wife.

In other words, he wrote a book about you.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 20 thoughts:

I legit have restarted this post at least 10 times. I just. I can't even figure out what to say. What an arc. Holy fucking shit what an arc.

The last vestiges of Taylor's civilian life are swept away in one smooth motion.

I could have read another 5 chapters of Emma getting her shit handed to her though.

I've been waiting for something to come back and bite that girl since Arc 1. So I'm just riding high off of that.

Taylor getting all upset because it isn't real justice is silly though. Girl you've been fighting a broken system from day 1 and you have been doing that by breaking the rules. This is just the same thing.

Also god dammit Greg. Just had to go and run your mouth.

I mean sure Taylor could have possibly solved this issue without going to school herself.

And she could have just not gone to the office with Emma.

But blaming Greg is easier and more fun. God dammit Greg.

I had to lose my mind a bit at Taylor talking about how there was no gang graffiti on the school walls TEN SECONDS AFTER WALKING PAST GRAFFITI FOR THE UNDERSIDERS. Like, that's gang graffiti hon!

Dennis trying to help Taylor with Greg when he didn't know who either of them are is funny. Dennis seeing Taylor named as Skitter 15 minutes later is HYSTERICAL!!

The second Taylor was entered into the computer system it was pretty obvious that Dragon was going to show up, given what she said in her interlude in Arc 10.

And knowing she was going to show up it should have been obvious that HE was also going to show up.

Even if he wasn't palling around with my robot daughter it makes so much narrative sense for him to be there when she is outed. Full story arc, all that jazz.

And yet, I still wasn't quite expecting it. Cause I hate that man so much that I just had to make myself believe he wouldn't show up.

Mother fucking Colin

RoboCape himself

He has the nerve to show up and then he starts APOLOGIZING? And it appears to be sincere? Fucking dammit man you were so easy to hate for so long! Why you gotta mess with me like this?

STOP DOING THE RIGHT THING AND LET ME HATE YOU GOD DAMMIT!

siiiigh

And then of course we have to talk about Dragon.

Dragon who didn't want to do this but had to.

Except that Colin had a code push ready and she could have told him to do it at anytime. But she was willing to do what she thought was wrong instead of doing the update. Until she got inspired by Taylor's actions.

I love my robot daughter exactly as much as my bug daughter, but I am disappointed that she was almost willing to go through with everything. Happy she fought back though.

And if Colin's hacked together code did any permanent damage I'll destroy the man.

Taylor learning that Dinah - either by force or by choice - gave the PRT numbers to let them know to come after her at the school was heartbreaking to watch. She just wasn't ready for it at all, poor child.

AND TAYLOR'S SPEECH THOUGH!

HOLY SHIT!!!

Sort and simple and she fucking rallies the students to her. Against the heroes!

Gotta be one of the best moments in Worm for sure. Even if every Arc after this is a banger that's still gonna be a hard moment to top.

AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And someone gives her a hoodie to help her hide and just aaaahhhh!

AND THEN AFTER THEY GOT AWAY AND ALL THE STUDENTS WERE LIKE "You saved my dad" "You stopped Leviathan at the shelter" "You fought off the SH9" AND SHE WAS JUST OVERWHELMED BY IT ALL?

HOLY FUCK JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also for real though Dragon is free. Like sure it's taking her some time to recover and she can't talk right now (which like I get it, we all have non-verbal episodes sometimes), but as long as nothing goes wrong she is free. I'm so fucking happy for her.

But also I'm terrified cause I know what happens to full AI's with free will in most things. Worm is very different from most things. But I'm still worried about my robot daughter.

Also I never cared much for Danny but obviously it still sucks to be him here. The scene with Taylor saying goodbye with the butterfly was emotional.

Oh oh and! Taylor talks about the butterfly being her "last contact" with her Dad. Very much bug as an extension of self. It's a shift she's been making.

Even more so there's a point where she is trying to get out of the school and she gets to the door and has a bug clone on the other side and says "my hand pressing against my own, separated by an inch and a half of door". Like, the bug clone hand is just her hand. I fucking love the shift compared to how she talked about the bugs early on.

Oh and also Greg totally has like, a Thinker 1 power or something. Pretty sure I mentioned that last arc with his interlude but mentioning it again now to be sure.

Stan interlude thoughts:

Oh my god I hate this man I can't stand him I hated him from the 3rd sentence of the chapter and I was always right to do so!

Seriously. 3rd sentence (or maybe 3rd paragraph which is technically the 3rd, 4th, and 5th sentences I guess). I read it and went "fuck off Stan you're clearly a pretentious dick" and then every few sentences it just became more confirmed!

Just the ways he talks about Nipper. Like. I can rephrase what he says to say the exact same thing except not being a asshole when saying it! Instead of "She was weak and unsuited for the field but she at least tried" just say "She was a hard worker despite being assigned to a job she did not ask for"! It's so fucking easy dude!

Anyway Stan is a jerk.

I loved the way this interlude rolled through different people all watching the same news report. It was a really good way to cover this major story event and let us see how so many other characters were reacting to it.

Also I'm sure all those Slaughterhouse Nine clones aren't going to be an issue later right? Or the fact that there is specifically only one clone of Gray Boy instead of 10 like everyone else? I'm sure that's fiiiiine.

Accord interlude thoughts:

Oh. Oh my. Uhhh. Is it hot in here all of the sudden? Anyone else feel that? No? Just me?

sweats

Oh ok Citrine definitely feels what I'm feeling. She knows what's up.

Just like. Look. Accord is bad ok. Not just cause he's a villain but clearly he'll kill for the smallest cause. And he's in a spot to fuck with my daughter and her polycule so like. Yes. He's bad. I do not like him. I want him to leave. I don't think they should work with him . . .

but . . .

OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY SHIT PLEASE ACCORD I LOOK GREAT IN PURPLE AND I LOVE DRESSING FANCY AND I'M VERY GOOD AT BEING PROPER I WON'T MESS UP AT ALL I'LL BE THE PERFECT MINION PLEASE!

. . .

cough

Soooo anyway. How about that Butcher huh? That sure is a wild power. Instantly made me think of Glaistig Uaine's power. Very different but reaches into that same base bit, the idea that some part of a dead parahuman can be held onto.

Also holy shit Skitter was so badass in this scene I loved it.

Holy shit Accord is with Cauldron. Or at least closely aligned. And like of course he is it makes so much sense. He's too useful for them to ignore.

I am really curious to see what Accord's power does when he's confronted with a really complex problem. End of the world, doors to another dimension, higher dimensional beings, all that jazz.

[smuttyfang]

Price, One More Time

I’m just a filthy whore for this man. Sorry.

Words: 3.194

Sitting in the bar on your day off, you take another sip of your drink. It felt like you spent every day off that you had here, drinking time away. Not that you were having a hard time necessarily, just that you couldn’t get your own fucking captain out of your mind. God, something about him just had you so worked up over him. The feeling wouldn’t leave you no matter how hard you tried. His charisma, his confidence, that fucking smile, the way he walked, the way he talked, his accent, fuck. It consumed you at this point. So you sat here, drinking yourself silly only to go home alone. Truthfully, you genuinely liked him as a person of course. You knew he was such a caring man, always taking care of and worrying for others. Always knew the right thing to do. You respected him above all else. But.. wouldn’t it also be nice if he would just bend you over a table and rail you senseless? Of course it would.

“You really shouldn’t spend so much time here, love.” God dammit. There the problem (and the solution) was, as if on cue. Of course using that fucking nickname, too. Like he heard your thoughts. That sweet accent dripping from his tongue made your heart melt. “You’re gonna feel like shit when we go out again.”

“Yeah I know.” You sigh, taking another sip of your drink. You realize now how much you’d actually been drinking, feeling the dizziness setting in.

“Why don’t I join you this time?” You felt your heart literally jumping for joy as he took a seat at the bar next to you. “I didn’t have any plans.” He smiled at you so sweetly before ordering himself a whiskey. You could tell he was worried about you. His whiskey was quickly placed in front of him and he started drinking. “I know it’s not quite my business, love.” God, there he goes again.. using that name. “I do have to tell you that I’m worried about you. It’s not good to spend your days off like this.” You put your face into your hands, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you worry. I’m just.. really fucking frustrated.” He watched you for a minute, like he was trying to gauge how to approach the subject without upsetting you.

“I’m here.” He says quietly. “You’re on my team, and I’m here for you. That focus is needed when we are on missions. If there’s anything I can do, all you have to do is ask, love.” Feeling the warmth and change in your body from the alcohol, you breathe in deeply and sigh.

“You.. could help, yes. But I don’t know how you are going to feel about it.” He orders another whiskey after finishing his first. You want to scream at him all the things you’ve been feeling about him, for the sheer desperation and frustration you've felt this whole time, but you fight it and try to approach him gently.

“Tell me.” He says, watching you with worried eyes. It makes you feel even worse seeing him like this.

“I.. can we go somewhere more private?” You ask. He nods, paying for one last quick drink before leaving the bar with you.

“I’ve got a room close by, we can talk there.” You nod your head, mostly staying silent as you follow him. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive at the room. He allows you in. It’s quite a simple room, good enough for a soldier having a few days off. “Sit down on the bed and tell me what’s wrong, love.” You stay standing.

“Price, I-“ You kept getting choked up trying to spit it out. You felt a lump in your throat, and the harder you tried the bigger it felt.

“Now you’re really making me worried. Is it that serious? Are you in danger of some sort?” He holds his hands up, trying to get you to calm down.

“No, no! I’m so sorry. I’m- I’m not in danger.” He breathes out.

“Good.” He nods his head. “Okay. Tell me.”

“I appreciate you being patient. I just.. listen to me.” He watches you, crossing his arms. You can tell what that means. He’s getting impatient. “So. Do you remember how we used to always flirt with each other?” He chuckles.

“Yeah.. you just stopped one day. All at once..” He sounded almost sad, but you weren’t sure.

“I stopped because it just.. it was never going anywhere. It felt like torture, not being able to do anything about it. Not being able to just.. initiate anything.” You sighed, feeling pathetic for acting like this. “But you still keep doing it, and I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” You can’t meet his eyes, but you hear him move toward you.

“Do you want me out of your head?” He asks. You feel him getting close to you.

“God, no. I don’t. But I want you.. physically. Not just in my head. I need you in both ways. John.” You’d never called him by his first name before, and you almost felt afraid of being reprimanded. You hear nothing but silence for a few moments as he thinks.

“Look at me, love.” He sweetly uses his finger to lift your chin and make you look at him. You felt your heart flutter. “Do you remember the reason you told me you joined the military?” He asks you. Of course you remember.

“I wanted to be more brave.” You tell him.

“That’s right. Well, then, perhaps you should try something new.. something that scares you. Kiss me. Just to see if there's any chemistry.” You looked at him, your face hot from the mixture of embarrassment and alcohol. He comes close to you, placing his hand on your cheek. “Do it for me. Prove to me how brave you are.” It was like a switch flipped in your brain. You’d do anything on this earth to make this man happy, and you did.

“Yes, sir..” You pressed your lips to his as quickly as you could manage. It lasts only for a few moments, but it felt like your mood had completely flipped. You were over the moon. You wrapped your arms around him as the kiss came to an end, his face flushing with a blushing hue. As you both pulled away, Price looked at you, watching your reaction. “So.. chemistry?”

"That's most definitely chemistry.” He replied, letting out a chuckle. " My, my.. you're good at this. How about another kiss? Just to be sure, of course?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment.

“I would never tell you no.” You chuckle as you kiss him once more, lingering even longer this time.

"I'm very appreciative that you took this initiative all by yourself. I’m proud of you. " He praised you as one of his hands cupped your cheek. Fuck, hearing him praise you made you feel like you were on top of the world. Nothing and nobody else could make you feel so excited. He leaned forward to place a second kiss right on your lips, slowly breaking away. A slight smile showed on his features along with a blush on his face. “Most definitely chemistry..” He added on, as if stating the obvious.

“It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that.” You sigh nervously. “I have an easier time shooting bad guys, but you make me so god damn nervous. In a good way.” You chuckle, still shaking a little. He notices this, gently holding your hand to get you to steady yourself.

"Is it because you have genuine feelings for me?" He asks, tilting his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. "I want you to speak your mind. I know my charms are rather hard to resist. But it seems you really have it bad for me, don't you?”

“God, John. You have no idea.” You shakily sigh. “You are incredible in so many different ways.” He grins with that cheeky smile he always does.

“Oh? Tell me more.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You already have a big head, I don’t want to make it bigger.” You both laugh with each other. “But really.. you’re so handsome and kind. You’re caring. You always know what to do. You always have everything under control. You’re.. amazing.” Price seems to crumble a little bit at your words, looking down at the floor and genuinely smiling.

“Thank you, love. I.. do the best that I can.” You see his eyes light up as he smiles at you. “You’re absolutely beautiful, do you know that? I’ve not been able to take my eyes off of you ever since I met you.” It felt like your dream was actually coming true and you were ecstatic.

“I don’t know about all of that, but thank you.” You smile at him, but upon looking at him you notice that he is no longer smiling. He looks down at you, tilting your chin up to look him directly in the eyes.

“No, no. You don’t get to do that.” He shakes his head. “Take the compliment correctly.” Your heart feels like it’s fluttering like crazy now, looking up at him like this.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” You say.

“Sorry, what?” He asks, smiling at you cheekily.

“Sorry, sir.” You say, completely under his spell.

“‘Atta girl.” That’s better.” He noticed you leaning into his touch as he held your face, feeling you push yourself as close to him as possible. The look in your eyes said it all, that you were absolutely desperate for him. “My god, you really want me. Don’t you?” His face turned into a serious one. You felt absolutely pathetic over this man, but you couldn’t help it.

“I really do. I do.” You tell him. He looks like he can’t believe it, like he’s never had someone so needy for him before. You became more aware of his cologne as he shifted around a little bit. He smelled so good. One more thing to add to the list of reasons you just couldn’t stop yourself around him. Once he regained his composure a little, that signature cheeky grin returned.

“You still have to take my orders though, you know that. Right?” You nodded your head as he leaned down to kiss your neck, already making you whimper a little bit for him. He chuckled. “Then strip. And lie down on the bed for me, love.” You quickly nod your head, stripping all of your clothing away and tossing it aside. He does the same after you, and you watch him closely. He was so nicely built. His back was one thing you loved so much. It had a nice curve to it that was hard to look away from. He had some hair on his chest too. You couldn’t help but bite your lip finally getting to see him like this. You could also see he was getting hard, and he was a pretty damn decent size. As you eyed him, he raised an eyebrow at you. “I gave you an order, didn’t I? Love?” He questioned you. You quickly moved to the bed, crawling onto it and lying down for him. He quickly followed you, crawling on top of you. He looked down at you. “Apologize for not doing it when you were told.”

“Fuck..” You could cum right then and there. “I’m sorry, sir.” He nodded his head.

“That’s a good girl. Don’t upset me again, do you understand?” You nodded your head, but he shook his. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir..” You practically moan out, making him chuckle. He begins kissing you again. He starts with your lips, moving to your neck, then moving lower and lower until he reaches your breasts. He looks up at you and never takes his eyes off of you as he takes one into his mouth, sucking on it. Your eyes roll to the back of your head just from him doing this, pleasure coursing straight down between your legs. He pulls away with a ‘pop’ switching to the other one for a minute. He leaves them hard and wet, then working his way down your stomach. He pushes your legs fully apart.

“Put your legs on my back, love.” He requests.

“Yes, s-sir..” You whimper out, lying your legs across his back as his face now sat right between your legs.

“You are so gorgeous, good god.” He admitted, making you feel like you could cry from joy. That feeling was almost immediately gone once he used a finger on you. He ran it up and down your whole slit, before pushing it inside of you. You arched your back, pushing forward to him as much as you could. He chuckled. “Sensitive, are you?” He uses another finger before putting his tongue directly on your clit. He knew what he was doing. You felt your body twitching with pleasure as you moaned for him.

“Fuck, fuck, John..” You whined. He chuckled against you before pulling away for a moment to speak.

“You taste like heaven, love.” He goes right back to doing his job, his tongue assaulting your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, your body convulsing and writhing beneath his touch. He chuckles as he watches you struggle to stay still. As you come down from your high you look down at him, and see him smiling. You laugh.

“Well, now you’re definitely going to have a big head. You’re.. incredible at that.” He smiles at you.

“I do my best.” You smile. Getting up and moving him away a little bit.

“Will you sit back now? For me?” You ask. He quickly nods, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Work your magic, love.” He tells you. You rest yourself comfortably between his legs, finally taking a hold of his cock. He twitches in your hand. You look up at him, directly in his eyes, as you take him into your mouth. He groans seeing this, tilting his head back in pleasure as you begin bobbing up and down on him. “Fuck, you look so good like that.” You keep going, wanting more and more praise from him. He rests his head comfortably on the headboard, letting you do what you do best. Once he got close, he began groaning more loudly. His cock started twitching, and he began cumming down your throat. You swallowed every bit of it, letting him finish fully before pulling away with a ‘pop’. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“So soon?” You tease him and he sighs in pleasure.

“It’s been a long time.” He told you. “Now get up here.” You quickly comply, putting yourself in his lap. He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you as close to him as he could. You kissed, the tastes of each of your juices mixing together. You both pull away, completely breathless.

“You’re just as amazing as I’ve imagined all this time.” You tell him. He smiles, running his hands up and down your sides.

“Oh, you’ve imagined this before?” He asks, again with that damn grin. You roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Of course I have. Every fucking night pretty much.” He holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling you close to him.

“Well, I’m right here. And it’s really happening.” You feel him getting hard again beneath you. You reach underneath you, taking it into your hand and holding it up. You were ready to take him inside, but you had a thought.

“So, sir. Is this really what you want?” You try to tease him, but your composure is quickly crumbled and broken by him. He looks at you seriously and sternly. He is still holding your face with one hand, while his other hand trails up and down your body. He clicks his tongue in disappointment at you.

“No no, you don’t get to do that love. You’re not the one in charge here.” He looks at you, with such a serious face, but talks to you so sweetly that it completely melts you. “You should apologize for talking to your captain like that.” You immediately become a dumb mess for him.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He rubs your lips with his thumb, smiling at you kindly.

“You don’t need to think, love. Leave that to me.” You nod your head for him. “Good girl.” He tells you. “Now, take what you want. And don’t make me wait. We have waited long enough, haven’t we?” You nod your head readily, taking his cock and positioning yourself above it. You begin sliding down on top of it, moaning loudly as you sit down on him. You both moan for each other. You feel full and complete now with him inside of you.

“Oh, oh my god..” You can’t even form words to describe how good he feels.

“Sweet mother of..” He grunts. “You’re tight.” You can’t control yourself. You start bouncing up and down on him. He helps you, lifting your body with his arms and helping you gain leverage as you bounce. Your body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses you and holds you so closely. “Love, you’re incredible.” He tells you, watching you as you bounce up and down on him desperately. He can’t control himself either, becoming more and more feral as he thrusted up into you. “God I want to finish inside of you.” He tells you through his heavy breathing.

“I’m good, I’m good.. don’t stop.” He understood what you meant, that you must have been on some type of birth control. Who cares? You could take a plan B. He didn’t care at all at this moment, completely losing himself in the pleasure of you. He became erratic and lost his composure completely as he got closer to the edge. He suddenly held you down on him hard as he came, grinding your hips on him as he came inside of you. He was pulsing and filling you with his seed. You felt so warm and full, sighing in pleasure and joy as you let your head fall to his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“God, that was perfect..” You tell him. He nods his head.

“I completely agree. I just.. I haven’t felt that good in so long. I lost myself in you.” You smile at him, feeling a bit sad for him.

“I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel good. Always.” You kiss him. You notice the red hue on his face as he looks at you with a light in his eyes. Then of course, he goes on again being cheeky..

“Maybe we should try it out one more time. Just so I can be sure it really feels so good.” You laugh at his comment, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss once more.

[starfirexuchiha]

Unused Akechi Thieves Den conversations

There are some unused Thieves Den conversations that Akechi had with the other PTs, so I wanted to show them here. This is a long post btw.

Zorro - Yusuke & Akechi convo

Yusuke: ......

Akechi: You're looking at that Persona rather intently. Is he that intriguing?

Yusuke: Absolutely. It is an unparalleled luxury to lay sight on the physical manifestation of another's self-image. Not just any artist can claim to have borne witness to the likes of Personas, or Mementos. It would be foolish not to use this opportunity to incorporate these concepts into an art piece.

Akechi: I... see. Well, you have fun with that.

Yusuke: Ah, before you go. Would you be so kind as to show me your own Persona? I'd love to use him as a model for one of my sketches.

Akechi: ...I'm going to have to decline.

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Goro doesn’t want to model for Yusuke lol

Robin Hood - Ann & Akechi convo

Ann: Seeing this reminds me of the days you still acted like a prince. Things have gotten pretty dark since then...

Akechi: Complain all you like, but this is who I am. I'm not going to change back.

Ann: I'm not complaining. It's better to know you're being honest and not hiding anything from us.

Akechi: Honest, huh.

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I like how Ann is accepting of Goro’s true self.

Robin Hood - Sumire & Akechi convo

Sumire: This Persona is yours, Akechi-senpai? I'm surprised. It's very, um... noble.

Akechi: Ah, that's right. I suppose you've never seen this one.

Sumire: Never! Do you fight with it the same way? You know, "Muahahahaaa! You're all gonna die! Sayonara, suckers!"

Akechi: Heh. Are you mocking me?

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Sumire’s friendship with Goro is so adorable!

Robin Hood - Ryuji, Ann & Akechi convo

Ryuji: It ain't fair that he gets to have two Personas. Aren't you kinda jealous?

Ann: Sometimes. Is it something you can train yourself to do?

Akechi: Personas are part of your personality, correct? Why don't you try acting like someone you're not?

Ryuji: Dammit, Akechi!

Akechi: Down, boy. Learn to take a jo—

Ryuji: You're a frickin' genius! Let's do it!

Ann: Good idea! I wonder what I should act like...

Akechi: Hah. And here I thought I'd seen the limits of your idiocy.

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Goro was like “Why don’t you try being a wildcard?”. It ain’t that easy though lol

Morgana Car - Akechi, Ryuji & Yusuke convo

Akechi: This car was a lot more comfortable than I expected. I can't say I mind it.

Ryuji: Dude, have you forgotten how bumpy that shit was in Mementos? I thought my ass was gonna split in half.

Yusuke: Agreed on the bumpiness. It was rather effective at abating my hunger, though.

Akechi: I don't usually ride in cars with such weak suspension. It was a new experience for me.

Ryuji: THAT'S what you call it!?

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You learn something new everyday.

Kamoshida Statue - Sae & Akechi convo

Sae: Honestly, when I heard there was a teacher like this at Makoto's school, my blood ran cold.

Akechi: If it was that much of a concern, why didn't you bring it up with the faculty?

Sae: It's not that simple.

Akechi: You should be more upfront about your feelings. Then again, I suppose you are who you are.

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Did Kamoshida had some way of making the students’ parents/guardians not complain about him? Is that why Mishima was like “the parents know but don’t care”?

Kaneshiro (Ruler Form) - Makoto, Ryuji & Akechi convo

Makoto: Say, Kaneshiro mentioned that there was someone using other people's Palaces to do whatever they pleased...

Akechi: Yeah. I suppose that was me. I'm surprised a petty criminal like him had caught wind of me, though.

Ryuji: But Shido's the one who was takin' advantage, yeah? I thought you were just followin' orders.

Akechi: Hm... It's not quite that simple.

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What do you mean by that Goro? Do you have more freedom when you’re in palaces or something because the conspiracy is not aware of what goes on in there?

Shido (Ruler Form) - Akechi & Sae convo

Akechi: I never thought the scheme would end with Shido. I always assumed some other monster would take up his mantle.

Sae: Even so, I'd already decided that I wouldn't give up on exposing the guilty parties. ...I want to keep my faith in justice.

Akechi: Oh? Something so cliché coming from you is rather surprising, Sae-san. I suspect the Phantom Thieves have rubbed off on you quite a bit.

Sae: That's a possibility. Maybe you could do with some change yourself? Like, drop the "cool customer" act and just live in the moment?

Akechi: Hah! Surely you jest. I'll pass.

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Oh Goro is putting up his Detective Prince act on this one.

Interrogation Room - Akechi & Morgana convo

Akechi: How nostalgic... It makes me sick to remember that day. I can't believe I was so thoroughly tricked.

Morgana: It was quite a gamble on our end. But ultimately, our justice saw the light.

Akechi: Justice, huh... Sure, let's leave it at that.

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Sounds like Goro doesn’t believe Morgana there.

Penguin Sniper - Ryuji & Akechi convo

Ryuji: Pool's pretty fun once ya get used to it. Aight Akechi, let's go a round! It's time for the Ultra Mega Poolin' Schoolin'!

Akechi: Ignoring that ludicrous title... Do you honestly wish to play against me?

Ryuji: I'm a man of my word! I know I got no chance when it comes to brainy stuff, but this? I can take ya. Or what, are you chicken?

Akechi: Heh, of course not. Sure, I'll play a round. And I won't be holding back.

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I think Goro is gonna use his right hand, but Ryuji you should still prepare yourself. 👀

Loki - Yusuke & Makoto convo

(Akechi is not in this unused convo but the convo is about him)

Yusuke: To think we would fight side-by-side with Akechi once more... His personality seems to have shifted, though. It's a far cry from the Detective Prince we once knew.

Makoto: That is true... But somehow, I think it made him easier to talk to. He's honest with us, at least. I don't worry about him hiding things anymore.

Yusuke: Yes... His murderous screeching may be unsettling, but I've come to realize that is simply a part of who he is. Perhaps it would be worthwhile to paint a portrait of him, knowing this...

Makoto: If you do, I'd love to see it. ...I'd like to hear what he thinks of it, too.

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Murderous screeching LOL! Again Yusuke, Goro will not model for you 😆

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and that’s all of the unused Goro convos in the Thieves Den.

[aaliyg]

Liyah and KK Sister Dynamics HC's

Warning: cursing

Dialogue Color Code: KK, Liyah, Ice

Kinda short but ayee

(basically little sister KK, big sister Liyah 😊)

She's stealing Liyah's food most definitely

"Aye KK have you seen my chipotle?"

"...No."

"...Why is there rice on your cheeks? Nobody cooked rice today- Kamorea."

"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT IT!"

"WHY THE FUCK- bitch you're paying me back."

"I don't have the moneyyyy!!"

"Figure it out then."

Liyah is a decently early sleeper (like 10:30 the earliest) so uh... KK has ALOT of candid pics that she uses as memes in the gc

Aubrey: When I say I slept like a BABY last night....

Liyah: You and Aliyah was having fun huh 🤭

Aubrey: stfu

KK: Aubrey rn: *insert pic of Liyah sleeping*

Liyah: ...if u don't delete that rn istg

KK: hmmmmmmm no💙

Liyah: i hate you.

KK: oop not the punctuationnnn...love you too bookie 🤭

Liyah: 😒 Aubrey how bad would it be if i committed murder

Aubrey: honestly i support it

KK: AUBREY

KK is THEE biggest Liyah+Azzi truther Lizzi™ for short (yes KK did trademark it. deadass.)

"Soooo how are you and Azzi doing? Yall kiss yet??"

"Girl wtf- no..."

"Are you gonna?"

"Please leave me alone man."

"Aww trouble in paradise?"

*Liyah side eyes her*

"My bad girlie my bad."

EVERY SINGLE TIME Uconn mics KK up there are two people on the top of her hitlist: Ice and Liyah (free them)

"We back with another videoooo!!"

*in the background* "Oh God.."

*side eye* "ANYWHO let's go ask the people some questions. SO Icey Baby. Ice Cube if you will-"

*Ice side eyes tf outta her*

"....sassy much. Anyways what song are you listening to right now?" *leans the mic*

"Um Snooze by SZA."

"Ouuuuu I CAN'T LOSE WHEN IM WITH YOUUUU!! I like it I like it." *bolts over to Liyah*

"Heyyyy big sister!!" *purposefully looks down* "Or little sister..."

"Aight now what do you want?"

*looks at the camera* "You see how she treats me yall? Anyways...why did you eat the last of my pringles?"

"You literally told me to?"

"..."

"..."

"ANYWHO-"

KK will always drag Liyah into a tiktok dance. Liyah doesn't mind, but KK starts regretting it when Liyah starts making the dance even more complex

"Ouuu we could do it like this..."

"Liiiiiiiii PLEASE it's just a simple dance."

"But it could be SO much better. Let me cook dammit."

"Oh my fucking God." *throws hands up in surrender*

KK almost busted her ass once 😭

If Liyah is driving KK is GLUED to that passenger seat. She loves it there

"Hehe yeahhh I get aux." *shuffles music and plays God's Plan by Drake*

"Playing Drake during these trying times huh?"

*busts out laughing* "Don't blame me blame Apple!"

"Mhm.."

KK will always brag that she has scary big sister privileges and she's not wrong at ALL

*Aubrey and KK play fighting a bit TOO hard*

"Aye cut that shit out."

*Aubrey and KK IN SYNC* "Yes ma'am."

*cue Ice cracking up in the background*

[danurso]

Yang: Aaahhh! The beach! Oh, I missed this place!

Weiss: *holding an umbrella* Why do you feel the need to be so dramatic about it? It's just a beach.

Yang: It's the best place in the world! Not that you would know anything about it, being the first time in a place with so much sun and all.

Weiss: I've been to beaches before!

Yang: Your pale ghost skin begs to differ.

Weiss: *eyebrow twitching*

Ruby: Relax everyone, we came here to enjoy the place.

Nora: Hell yeah we did! *holding a surfboard above her head* Last one in the water smells like a dead fish! *Bolts away*

Ren: I better make sure she doesn't hit a rock again. *Follows*

Ruby: You're coming Blake?

Blake: *sitting on a shadow and reading* Thank you, but no thank you.

Yang: Your loss!

Yang shifts her focus to a fellow blonde, and makes her way towards him with a cheeky grin.

Yang: Hey there ladykiller~

Jaune: *putting on sunscreen* Hey. Gimme a second, gonna join you guys as soon as i finish here.

Yang: So, I'm done changing. Whaddya think?

Jaune, who up until now was focused on covering himself with sunscreen, finally looked at Yang who had her hair on a ponytail and wore a simple orange bikini, with her favorite glasses resting on her head.

Jaune: *red* Oh. . . .it looks uhmm *scratching his neck* I-it looks pretty good.

Yang: Hehehe, that's good to know. Mind getting me something to drink?

Jaune: S-sure. *Walks off*

Yang: *Grinning*

Ruby: Planning to make a move already? Or are you just gonna use him as an errand boy?

Yang: Oh please, I'm taking things slowly for now, giving it time to do stuff right y'know?

Ruby: Uh-huh.

Weiss: Well, taking your time is a good thing, but if you don't pay attention someone might snatch him from under your nose.

Yang: Oh yeah? And who would try and do that?

Weiss: *Looking behind Yang* Apparently, quite a lot of girls.

Yang turned around to see Jaune in the distance, drinks in hand and with an awkward smile as a flock of girls surrounded him.

Weiss: Well, it seems like Nora was right.

Ruby: Dammit! Now I owe her twenty bucks. . . .Yang?

Yang: *walking towards the group*

Ruby: . . . . . .think they're going to be okay?

Weiss: No clue, but for all legal intents and purposes, I do not know her.

Ruby: *deadpan* Thanks, that was very reassuring of you.

*Meanwhile*

Jaune: Err. . . .look, I really need to go now.

Girl1: Aww, why don't you come hang out with us?

Girl2: We're gonna play volley, we could use someone like you on our team~

Girl3: It's gonna be fun! Come on~

Jaune: I would love to, but i'm with my friends already so-

Yang: Hey there everyone! *Pushes through the group and hugs jaunes arm* You need something?

Jaune: *red* Y-yang?

Girl2: Who are you?

Girl1: We got here first! Dibs on the Blondie

Girl3: Yeah! Go find your own!

Yang: Oh really? *Hair on fire, eyes glowing red* Wanna say that again?

The trio yelped in surprise, falling back on the sand before running away.

Yang: Hmph, That's better.

Jaune: Weren't you a little too harsh with them?

Yang: You're too nice y'know? You can't just let girls harass you like that.

Jaune: They weren't harassing me, they're staying in a house around here and just wanted me to go with them to play volleyball.

Yang: . . . . .so they wanted you to follow them to their house just to play volleyball?

Jaune: Yes.

Yang: Even though there's like, three volleyball areas a few meters from here

Jaune: Well. . . . .yeah.

Yang: *sigh* You're so innocent it's almost cute. But keep something on your head, girls like that usually want something else from you.

Jaune: What could they want with-

Yang: *gives him a look*

Jaune: . . . . . . .*pink* oh, right. I see your point.

Yang: Oh don't worry, no one really gets it the first time it happens to them. Just remember, the next time you get approached by a girl, pay attention so you don't get tricked by their charms. *Takes her drink and starts drinking*

Jaune: Thanks but. . . . .this isn't the first time that happens.

Yang: *spits drink* It's what!?

Jaune: It already happened before now that I think about it.

Yang: When!?

Jaune: Well, there was this one time where a girl stopped me and asked for directions, and insisted that I guided her myself, even offering lunch as thanks. . . . .there's also that lady from the dust shop who keeps calling me a good boy and offering me a job as her personal assistant. Oh, there's also the time where I tried to help a girl who fell from her bike and twisted her ankle, I offered to use my semblance on her but she kept insisting that I should carry her to a hospital. There was also this one time where. . . . . . . .wow, this happens way more often than I ever thought before.

Yang: . . . . . .

Jaune: Yang? You okay?

Yang: *Smiling* Yeah, doing great.

Jaune: Uhm, okay. I'm going in the water, you're coming.

Yang: Sure, I'm right behind you.

Jaune: *leaves*

Yang: . . . . . . .

Weiss: *joins in* So, problem solved?

Yang: No. . . . .nowhere near that, my noodle was in danger all this time and I didn't even know.

Ruby: It's just some girls trying to hit on him, it's not a big deal. It's not like Jaune is the type of guy to let himself be swayed by someone he just met.

Weiss: Though maybe, if you're really so concerned about someone stealing him from you, you could stop playing around and do what has to be done already.

Yang: . . . . .you're right. No more joking, I have to take this seriously from now on, there only one way to keep him safe and I'm doing it!

*A few days later*

Jaune: You sure you wanted to come? I thought you didn't like comics.

Yang: They're pretty nice, ruby loves them too.

Jaune: I know. . . . .can i ask you something though?

Yang: Yes?

Jaune: Why are you dressed up like this?

Yang: *Wearing a black suit, sunglasses and an earpiece* No particular reason.

Jaune: I see. . . . . .

Girl: Hey there handsome~

Jaune: Hey-

Yang: Hostile in sight! Deadly force authorized!

Girl: What the- GHAA!!! *gets tackled to the ground*

Jaune: YANG!?!?

Ruby: *in the next aisle, sorting through comics* Welp, that went well. Looking on the bright side, no one died yet, so your plan seems to have worked.

Weiss: *holding a pile of comics for her* THAT WAS NOT WHAT I MEANT FOR HER TO DO!!!!!

[daryldixiecup]

Quick pick me up

Daryl always knows what you need.

*NSFW: Minors do NOT interact, Quick little Daryl imagine.

p/v intercourse, cream pie, some Daryl dirty talk, y/n dirty thoughts of Daryl.

It’s been a while since you and Daryl have had any ‘fun’ alone time, especially when the task of burning walker bodies has you smelling anything but pleasant most days. Not sexy.

But still. Every night, you couldn’t help but fantasize about his big hands running all over your body before going any further. Daryl loved how you lost control under his touch, his hands doing something oh so simple and getting you that crazy for him? He needs to see it every-time. His eyes staring deep into yours, mouth hanging open as he slowly fingers your unbelievably soaked pussy. He always takes in every moan you give him. Every dirty sound that tries to escape your mouth, while the pleasure barely lets you form any thoughts. And the way he only fucks you with the head of his cock at first, in and out- over and over again. Sinister smile staring you right in the face as he does…It’s fucking unreal. You realized thinking about all of this has made you inconveniently wet, so naturally you slip a hand down your pajama shorts. And right as you’re about to take care of it..

“Babe. Babe!?”

It’s Daryl. You can tell he’s eager to see you, just getting back from a long day outside of the community walls and looking for the shower. Boots smacking on the floor and growing closer to the bedroom, you quickly snap your hand above the blankets. Daryl swings open the door, looking you up and down on the bed.

“So? How was it today?” He says, quickly takes off his boots one by one and throwing them on the floor. Looking up at you while taking off his socks, he smirks. “Bet you missed me huh.” You can’t help but look down at his stomach, peeking through as his torn up white tank top rides upwards. He definitely notices, but continues undressing himself. “Of course, I miss you all the time. You gonna get in the shower real quick?” His belt hasn’t been taken off yet but you’re really hoping he undoes it next. It’s almost embarrassing how horny you are for him right now but you let the shame go and let your pussy have a mind of its own. Daryl unclips his belt and walks to your side of the bed, dropping it onto the soft white blanket over your legs. He grabs your chin and lowers himself, right in front of your lips. “In a few. I got something to do first though.” He gives you a kiss before climbing on top of you to deepen it.

Next thing you know, you’re naked along with him— letting his fingers make you sob. “Daryl fuck yeah, fuck me please please please!” Crying and begging him to finger fuck you harder is nothing new either and you don’t care how dirty his hands are, if they were in the first place. Maybe that’s more unsanitary in todays world but again, your pussy has a mind of its own and it doesn’t care. “Fucking god dammit y/n, are you gonna cum on my fingers baby? Are you gonna squirt everywhere huh? That’s a pretty pussy come on let me feel it squeeze around them”, Daryl won’t stop talking to you and it’s just what you need. Your first orgasm makes you shake and cry out even louder than you already were, struggling to catch your breath in-between. You stare him in the face while your tears are streaming, “fuuuck oh my god!” You hiccup, trying to take a needed deep breath. Something about you sobbing in pleasure makes Daryl spring into action on his feet, picking you up with your legs around his waist. “It’s okay y/n I’ve got you. I know it feels so good, huh? I only want you crying in my arms girl.” With that, he slides his cock right inside- both of you gasping and staring at each-other with open mouths. “I—“, you can’t manage to say anything else. Having just barely ended your first orgasm, your pussy starts to spasm- getting ready for one even bigger than you’ve ever felt before. “Ahh yeah that’s my girl”, Daryl laughs, “Oh fuck she’s gonna cum everywhere again isnt she?” He pulls back your head with fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him once more. “Daryl- please I”, you feel crazy as you smile wide, your second orgasm about to hit. Looking over to the wall, you see him bouncing you on his cock mid air in the mirror- holding you up so easily, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. And that’s when it all ends. You scream and call out for him so desperately, as if he wasn’t holding and fucking you so good right now. As if he hadn’t fucked you into a new universe a million times already. You hadn’t realized he came inside of you until looking down at your pounded out pussy, dripping his cum everywhere.

Daryl knows just what your pussy needs all the time, and he will never fail to deliver.

[babyyblues]

Gone

Request: "Can you please do #9 “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”? Daryl and reader, M/F, go on a run and the reader sees a walker coming up behind Daryl. They attack the walker and kill it, but got bit in the process. #9 You can decide if they survive the bit or not"

prompt 21: “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”

Era: None mentioned, no spoilers

Summary: You and Daryl go on a simple run, but things in this world really aren't that simple anymore.

Word Count: 1,243

warnings: angst, descriptive gore/ descriptions of wounds, walker bites, death

A/n: a fic without the prison? who is she??? I changed the request a bit, hope you don't mind! I can't come up with titles for shit. Sorry this is so sad, I had a different ending planned but this one felt right. Anyways, enjoy :)

also this gif makes me so sad, sorry again

It was supposed to be an easy run. You and Daryl, your partner in crime. You were running low on, well everything, but when Rick had mentioned that Judith was running a bit low on formula, you and Daryl didn’t hesitate to offer to run to the abandoned strip mall that had multiple baby stores to see what you could find. It was quiet, you and Daryl had even been flirting for Christ’s sake. It was supposed to be easy. 

Now, your chest was tight, anxiety weighing heavily on your shoulders as the sound of the herd grew closer. The eye contact with Daryl was anything but reassuring, nerves practically radiating off of him. 

“We can’t stay in here, windows aren’t boarded, we gotta find somewhere else. Quickly,” you breathed. Daryl’s eyes darted around. 

“There,” he mumbled, signaling toward the smaller building across the street, “if we go now we can beat them to it. I’ll cover ya.” 

“Daryl-”

“We don’t have time to argue- we need to go now.” You sighed with a nod, looking around as you made a run for it. Daryl stuck behind, his crossbow aimed high in the case of danger. He watched as you grunted, hitting your shoulder against the door frantically. 

“Come on dammit,” you growled, hitting it once more before the wood broke. You snapped your glance back to Daryl with a nod, making your way into the store to clear it. The herd was unbelievably close, Daryl fighting his way through to get back to you. His heart dropped to his feet when he heard a blood-curtling scream leave your throat, followed by a round of gunshots. 

“Y/n!” he yelled, seeing nothing but red as he smacked the butt of his crossbow into the head of the walker in front of him before finding a clearing to make his way to you. He called your name again, pushing his way through the door, blocking it with whatever he could find, stepping back to make sure it would hold. Turning around, his eyes took in the scene, multiple walkers on the floor. When his eyes met yours, concern flooded his features as your lip wobbled and tears stung at your eyes. 

“Daryl,” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks as you shook your head, “I’m so sorry.”

“What is it? Y/n-” his voice died down in his throat as his eyes landed on the dripping bite mark on your forearm, quickly snapping the eyecontact back up to your glazed eyes. He swallowed roughly throwing his bag down, abruptly pulling his button-down shirt off his back before tearing it into pieces. 

“Daryl what are you-” 

“Lay down, need ta bite on this,” he spat, making quick work to tie a makeshift tourniquet around your arm. You let out a whimper at the pain. 

“Daryl wait-” 

“We don’t have time! We have ta get it off ya!” he argued, wet eyes looking at you pointedly. You nodded, a small sob leaving your lips as you laid down, watching as Daryl grabbed the axe you had been carrying. Placing the ripped piece of cloth in your mouth, he took a moment to look at you, his eyes full of worry. 

“‘M sorry in advance, this ain’t gonna feel good.” He swung the axe down, Daryl’s stomach began to churn at the sound of the muffled scream you let out against the shirt.  He couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes as you writhed in pain, squirming on the ground as he continued the daunting task. 

Pain seared through your body, chills running up your spine. Daryl took a second, using his infamous red rag to wipe at the layer of sweat that caked your forehead. 

“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry,” he grunted, “almost done, stay with me.” You began to drift out of consciousness, the world turning fuzzy. 

“Hey, Y/n, hey no. Stay with me, yeah that’s it. Good, we’re all done, jus’ gotta wrap ya up. Yer safe, I got ya.” he told you, wrapping what was left of your arm with the remainder of his shirt. Grabbing another rag from his bag, he wrapped it around your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He pulled you close, holding you in his arms, grabbing the canteen before helping you to take a drink. 

“Daryl-” 

“Shh, ‘s alright, don’t have to talk,” Daryl comforted you, squeezing you a bit tighter when he felt you shake in his arms. You startled him with a cough, looking up at him with a weary smile. You inched your hand toward his cheek, your own tears falling as he nuzzled into your touch. 

“Dar,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and throat dry, “If I don’t make it out of this-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that, we will. ‘M gonna get ya outta here, yer gonna be okay.” You shook your head with a sad smile, coughing once more. 

“I love you Daryl Dixon,” you whispered, Daryl clamped his eyes shut with a shuttering breath before his piercing blue eyes met yours. His lip wobbled as he took your face in his hands. 

“I know, I know ya do. ‘N I love you.”  

You let out a chuckle, Daryl swiping his thumb to catch your tears. 

“You have n-no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” you spoke slowly. Daryl looked down at your arm, blood now soaking through the shirt. He readjusted, peeling his other shirt off to rewrap the wound. 

“D-daryl no, you- you have to go.” 

“What? Nah, I told ya, ‘m gettin’ ya outta here, jus’ gotta-” 

“Daryl,” you cried, “I’ll just slow you down, I-i’m not gonna make it Dar. There’s a back door. You need to leave, now.” 

“‘M not leavin’ without you!” he growled, the flow of his tears growing heavier by the second. He took in his surroundings, and it was a massive punch in the gut when he realized you were right. You had lost so much blood, it was all over him and the ground beneath you. Walkers were banging at the front door. And you- his beautiful girl- were far too weak to move or be moved. You were doing your best to keep your eyes open for him, but there was only so much longer you could hold on. He couldn’t deny the facts that were layed out in front of him, you were growing cold right in front of him. 

“Daryl please,” you mumbled, your eyes slipping closed, “ya don’t gotta do it you just need to get out of here.” 

“Can’t let you turn,” he whimpered, returning his hands to your cheeks, watching as you began to drift. You fluttered your eyes open wearily, the color beginning to dragon from your face completely. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, “please.” He didn’t hesitate to softly place his lips on yours, his heart shattering as he felt you go limp in his arms. 

“‘M so sorry,” he sobbed, “m’ so so sorry sunshine.” 

Holding you for a minute longer, he begrudgingly placed his knife through your skull, unwilling to let you turn into one of the monsters who caused this. Saying his final goodbyes, and I love yous, he made his way out the back, making his way back to the car.  Pulling out a cigarette with his shaky hands, he lit it before pulling a long drag, unable to get you off his mind. 

[joprompts]

the great gatsby (2023 musical) starters. part one. *starters from the musical. slightly edited for rp purposes. adjust as necessary.

each night we're shooting for the moon.

you fight and return only to learn that you have lost her.

impossible, old sport.

i thought you disappeared, thought you were gone. buried you in my heart but as i moved on, i had this feeling as i was falling, the sound across the bay was the sound of you calling.

where's the party and can you take me there?

you're like the eyes of god.

she is late so i'm off to go scream in a jar!

run, runaway, let's drive until morning!

i am not okay.

we so-and-so's are so sophisticated!

though, i'm not showing, the baby's growing.

we'll go back to that kiss.

drown me in the bay!

soon, she'll walk through my door so what's an hour more? she wants to make me wait? well, dammit, i can wait!

how can she be gone? she's still everywhere.

he'll love this baby as his own.

all the years that we missed will blow away in the breeze.

save me, too.

for better or worse. for rich or for poor. my husband has delivered on the rich part, but the better, i'm not sure.

you know that there is no forgetting her.

soon, we three will be a million miles away.

only heaven knows what i might do. if i save you, will you save me too?

everybody is a tiny bit shady.

you know that i love you, did i saw i love you? i love you!

can you stop for a moment and just take in the view? no, darling, i'm looking at you!

you remind me of an absolute rose.

one mile down with seven to go.

soon, this will all be done. two lives will turn into one. we have a date with fate.

for better or worse, my vows have been made.

it was under a willow tree, i kissed the nicest girl i've met and time stood still.

it's so simple, that it's funny!

do you know what i did when my baby was born? you don't because no one was there.

i learned it is not what feels the best, it is what will hurt the least.

now you know why it's time to leave the valley of ashes.

no one understands how she can save me.

a lot of married men can't be trusted.

they say you can't relieve the past, but you know what i see? finally the past is catching up to me.

let's go before i change my mind!

where is my share of the heavens? my sliver of the silver sky?

i've been domesticated.

i should go right now!

so certain my soldier had been lost and with him half my heart.

i went to war for her. braved foreign shore for her.

will she see i've made my world in the image of her dreams?

you're a lighthouse.

"it's a girl," the nurse said and i broke.

come one-way road, no matter what!

the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful, little fool.

once again, trouble in paradise.

do you know what i did when my baby was born?

the light's still green and we've only begun!

is this the latest thing, the latest thrill?

you have the eyes of god. who's gonna be his hands?

i have waited five years and today is the day.

someday soon, i'll have us all related.

no, you make a fool of me!

let my girl be a fool to whom it won't occur but the choices she makes in this life are never hers.

i kissed her and knew i'd ever stray.

we'll drive through the night, back to [location] and i'll marry you there, on your father's front lawn.

he wore a secondhand suit on our wedding day!

the reason i'm brave and the reason i'm broke.

had a past to rectify, made that nickel multiply.

it's a blessing and a curse.

forgive me for being his end.

[comic-book-fan-us]

Tyzula Week Day 3: Medieval AU/Dragons

     The dark cave mouth yawned before Ty Lee.

     “H-hello?” she called into the darkness. “Dragon? Are you there?”

     A powerful yawn echoed from the cave. After a few seconds, a young woman in a simple blue robe walked out.

     “Do you have any idea what time it is?” the woman grumbled. “You woke me up, ya jerk!”

     “Sorry, I, uh,” Ty Lee stuttered. “Doesn’t a dragon live here?”

     The girl rolled her golden eyes. “Dragons can shapeshift, dummy. I happen to prefer my human form. Is that a problem?”

     “No, no!” Ty Lee sputtered. Against her better judgment, she found herself inspecting the dragon’s face. She was… not unattractive. “Not at all…”

     The dragon cleared her throat, annoyed.

     “Oh, sorry,” Ty Lee yelped, before kneeling before the other girl. “My name is Ty Lee. I was chosen as a sacrifice by my village. We ask that in return for this sacrifice, you will spare our home for another ten years.”

     “Dammit!” The dragon girl slapped her forehead. “I forgot about the stupid sacrifice thing!”

     “Huh?”

     “My father was the one demanding sacrifices every decade,” the girl explained. “He died eight years ago.”

     “So… You’re not the great dragon Ozai?”

     “I,” she replied dramatically, “am the greater dragon Azula!”

     She punctuated the exclamation with a plume of blue fire from her mouth and nostrils.

     Before she could stop herself, the word “Hot” slipped out of Ty Lee’s mouth.

     In an instant, the dragon’s confident demeanor crumbled as her face turned red.

     “I-I mean that fire looks pretty hot, huh?” Ty Lee corrected, blushing herself. “Um, so… You’re not gonna eat me, then?”

    “W-what?” Azula’s blush grew deeper. “I don’t — You — Oh, the sacrifice thing.”

     “What did you think I was—”

     “Doesn’t matter!” the dragon insisted. “To answer your question, no, I don’t intend to kill you. My ego is far more restrained than my father’s. I don’t require a ritualistic murder every year to feel important. That being said…”

     “What?” Ty Lee asked curiously.

     Azula bowed her head nervously. “D-do you want to stay in my lair with me? Just for a few days? I’ll make sure you’re well fed and comfortable! I mean, it’s not like your family’s expecting you back anytime soon.”

     Ty Lee smiled, a warm feeling growing in her chest. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind that.”

@tyzula-week

[softhairedhotch]

another hotchgan fic, this time they've been married for some time. rest of the fics for this month will go back to being aaron x reader fics so keep an eye out for those :)

comfortember day eight: grief/mourning

aaron hotchner x derek morgan

derek visits the graveyard and aaron finds him there.

word count: 1k

content/warnings: mentions of death, insecurities, doubts, but there's comfort at the end <3 established relationship

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

visitor

Derek finds himself at the graveyard. He's not sure why he's there, it just feels right at that moment. It takes him a few minutes to gain the confidence to leave his car, drowning out the calling of birds and wind alike with music to calm his nerves. Finally, though, after he tells himself that there's nothing wrong with what he's about to do, he switches off the music, grabs the flower from atop of the dashboard, and jumps out before he can talk himself out of it again.

Finding the grave is simple enough, remembering the route from the funeral as if it happened yesterday even when it's been years. The hard part is getting himself within ten feet of it without feeling guilt claw viciously at his chest. Deciding that he's close enough for now, he stares at the headstone with a heavy heart. 

"I'm gonna talk to you from here, if that's okay," he says out loud, feeling embarrassed. "I just wanted to… thank you. Not for dying or anything, no, but for giving me the chance to get to where I am now. With Aaron." He huffs out a laugh, fiddling with the stem of the flower. "That's basically just me telling you I'm glad you're dead, isn't it? Well, I'm not."

There's no reply, although that's no surprise. 

"Aaron still talks about you all the time. And Jack. He misses you; they both do. I'm not sure why I'm here, to be completely honest with you, I just… I needed… I don't know." 

Derek takes a few tentative steps toward the grave, anxiety bubbling low in his gut. He doesn't like feeling this way. Like there's a weight on his chest that may never go away. 

"I think I'm here to see if, well, if what I did was okay. Dammit, that makes it sound like I killed you or something. That's not what I mean. It's…" He shakes his head in anger. 

Birds fly overhead, singing a tune he's heard countless of times. His mind wanders to Gideon and he smiles solemnly when he imagines the man telling him the species and what their cries really mean. Probably something along the lines of you're not alone or everything's gonna be alright, he thinks, although he's sure the man would have made that up just to ease his mind. 

Taking another few steps forwards, he finds himself parallel with the bench in front of the headstone. He figures that, since he's already made it so close, he may as well sit down, too. Taking a deep breath, he leans forward and gently places the flower down onto the ground. 

"I just hope you're okay with this," he whispers after sitting there in silence for a few minutes. "I mean, your sister is, but she's not you, and I feel like I need your permission. I don't know. Aaron and Jack are happy, I think, with me. In their lives. But… it's not you, I can't be… you." 

"And I'm not asking you to be her." 

Derek jumps, turning around on the bench so fast he gets whiplash, and he chokes on air. "Jesus, Aaron," he almost yells, hand moving to hold in his beating heart. "Warn a man next time!" 

"Warn a man when I'm coming to visit my ex-wife's grave?" He asks, a small smirk on his lips. 

"Well, no, I, no, I mean, dammit, sorry." 

Aaron smiles, sitting beside him. He reaches out for Derek's hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before dropping their joined hands over his own thigh. "You don't have to be sorry, Der." 

"You're not mad at me for being here?" 

He hums in response, eyes reading over the text written on the headstone before him as if he hasn't already read it a million times over the past ten years. "'Course not. Why would I be? Haley would be happy to have visitors."

"I'm not sure she'd like her ex-husbands new husband visiting her, though. Practically stole you from her." 

"Now we both know that's not true," Aaron sighs, squeezing his hand. Derek avoids his eyes. "Hey, look at me. Please?" Derek hesitates before looking up at him. "She died before we even so much as acknowledged we had feelings for each other, and even if she hadn't, we'd still have been divorced. She'd be happy for us." 

"But… yeah, she would." 

"Then why are you here?" 

Derek shrugs. "Guess I've been having doubts lately." 

"About us?" Aaron asks, unable to hide his hurt. 

"What? No, no!" Derek turns in his seat, a panicked look on his face. "That's not what I mean at all. I mean… I don't know what I mean." 

Aaron sighs and nods, wrapping his arm around Derek and tugging him into his side. Derek hums and rests his head on his shoulder, looking at the grave. "You feel like you've forced your way into a family that already existed."

"How do I stop feeling guilty about that?" 

"I don't know what to tell you, Derek. But just know that I love you, and Jack loves you, and whether you feel like it or not, you are a part of this family. You didn't force your way in, we let you in. We allowed you into our lives because you make us happy. You have a place here. With us."

Derek's chest feels tight and it takes him a few moments to collect himself enough to speak. "You really mean that?" 

"Of course I do. Wouldn't say it if I didn't." Aaron presses a kiss to the top of his head. "You know I love you, right?" 

"Mhm. I love you, too."

"I'm glad. Now let's go pick up Jack from school, okay? He has a big project he needs help with." Aaron stands up and gently tugs Derek up by his hand. He presses a kiss to his index and middle finger before lightly pressing the on top of the gravestone for a few moments. "Hope you're okay," he whispers. "Miss you." 

Derek watches sadly, an ache in his heart. 

"So," Aaron says, turning back to him and beginning the walk to the car. "How do you feel about making a fake volcano?"

tag list: @hotchs-big-hands @criminalskies

[undertheknightwing]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @not-so-mundane-after-all and if you don’t mind I'm gonna steal your idea since I don't have any active wips either, just ideas:

• First, obviously I'm always working on chapters. We're gonna ignore the fact that it took me two years to get to the chapter where the boys finally go on a date 🙃 but I'll give myself a pass since this is chapter 22 and I can't believe I got that far.

• Titanstober Week 4 idea that focuses on some of the horrible things done to Gar by the Chief, all seen by Rachel who somehow found herself able to wander in Gar's memories even though she hasn't been able to before and towards the end gets her answer when meeting someone very magical and powerful.

• Now to jump to another ship, I'm a sucker for re-writing episodes/scenes and I've been itching to re-write the kryptonite poisoning scenes in the s&l episode "Loyal Subjekts" to give my Jonny-Boy some hurt + comfort because it's just.. ughh.. that he didn't get sick too. He's got Kryptonian dna which means he should be affected by kryptonite. Simple as that. He's getting poisoned by kryptonite and Clark is gonna be a good dad who actually takes care of Jon for once dammit!

• Okay back to Titans, I thought about writing some kind of Christmas party fic that takes place like four years after season 4. It'd be wholesome but also bittersweet because everyone's grown up with their own lives. DickKory are living a life as normal as they can with Mar'i, Rachel is about to graduate college, and Gar's living in Metropolis with a roommate (who's also technically his co-worker) but is still the Red's champion so he's barely had time to see the Titans throughout the years. It'd be a shock to everyone that Gar actually has the time to attend the party. (that, or release the director's cut of "a very merry crossover christmas")

Now for ideas that probably won't be written but they've been stuck in my head for a while

• Since Gar is connected to life and death through the Red, I assume he can contact the afterlife and thought how emotionally damaging it'd be for Gar to visit his parents. Like I have this image of his parents afterlife being living peacefully in a cute little house where they can just enjoy each other's company, away from all the science stuff that took up their attention forever, and someday Gar shows up to finally talk to them again after so long. Heartbreaking family reunion stuff, ya know?

• In the same train as family stuff because I love it, it makes me very happy, I'm so soft for the idea of dad!Gar. It's been in my brain for years. He'd be so silly but so sweet,, I'm just in love with it 🥺💖 Anyway the idea would be Dick meeting Gar's son and being a mix of anxiety, pride, and "Oh my god I'm a grandpa and I'm not even 40". Mar'i would be super excited to have a nephew too.

• Krypto in s&l, that's all. He's Jon's dog because Jon deserves a dog.

• Jon in Wonderland au. I was obsessed with this idea, like it's all I could think about for a bit. (I have a couple drawings from the idea that I'd glady show you bestie if you ever wanna see 💙)

[bookshelf-dust]

another request for Gareth! what if artist!reader asks Gareth if they can draw him and he gets all panicky and blushy🥺🥺

(don't you dare worry if I'll like it or not, I know your work is going to be amazing as always and the important people is that you enjoy writing it!)

bane of my existence

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 622

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi lovely! this was fun to write. the art kid in me enjoyed it. i hope you like this too!! <333 love you!

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You set down the piece of charcoal you’ve been using, start playing with your eraser. You stretch the putty out, trying to get some of the dust off of your fingertips.

“Gare?” You ask, something coming to mind. You’re sick of charcoal for today.

“Hm?” He’s sitting on your bed, raiding your comic book stash.

“Can I draw you?”

Gareth’s fingers freeze where they flip through an issue of Captain America, one with Sam in your favorite red outfit on the cover. The boy feels his face go red. He’s panicking.

Drawing him would mean you’re looking at him intensely for however long—long enough for you to pick on all his flaws.

“Are you sure you wanna do that?”

You nod, patting the eraser over the edge of your desk. There really is charcoal everywhere.

“Yes. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. I think you should be documented.”

Gareth shuts the comic and sets it on the bed before running his hands down his face. He’s trying to hide the blush before you see it.

You look up at him. “I have a new pen I want to try too,” you say, but your voice softens even more when you notice his state. “Gareth,” you coo. “Don’t go all shy on me please.”

He puts his hands down and you grin at his reddened cheeks.

“I’m gonna hide again if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

“I don’t have to if you’re really not okay with it, Gare.”

He finally makes eye contact with you. “No! No, it’s okay. Do I need to do anything?”

You grin again. “Nope. Just forget I’m here.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s impossible.”

Now you’re the one blushing.

————

True to your request, Gareth does his best to relax and go about his business of sorting through your belongings. Your comic book collection is much more extensive than his, and frankly, he’s kind of jealous.

You sit in your desk chair, one knee propped up with your sketchbook resting on it.

You started off using a pencil, sketching the prettiest parts of him—which proved difficult since they’re all the prettiest parts. You decided this would be more fun than a portrait or anything. Portraits stress you out.

Now your page is full of different Gareth features. His nose, his mouth. You’re working on the eyes now, the ink from your pen spreading over the paper to give him the long and unfair lashes he has.

You’ve used the pen to hatch some shadows in the areas that need them, and even if it’s a little messy—and by no means perfect—you’ve had fun drawing him.

You stand, capping your pen. You hand the notebook to Gareth, who looks over it so intently that it makes you nervous.

“Damn,” he says.

“Good ‘damn’ or bad?” You ask tentatively.

“Very good. Although I can tell you spent a little more time on my eyelashes than probably necessary.”

Your face splits in a grin and you take his in your hands. “Your eyelashes are the bane of my existence, Gareth Emerson.”

He laughs heartily. “And your nose,” you start. “And your mouth. And your freckles. Your everything.”

You tilt your head back, mock swooning. Gareth is bright pink, and you soothe your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. “You really like them though?” You ask, needing reassurance.

His eyes dart to the page in your sketchbook again. You really are talented. Everything is so simple, the lines practiced though messy. “I love them,” he says.

Gareth pauses, looking you over.

“You have charcoal on the side of your neck, honey.”

“Dammit!” You exclaim, releasing him from your hold to examine the crime scene in the mirror.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[samnia]

I FINALLY figured this shit out so could u maybe please make a Twdg Marlon x reader where maybe someone else in the school has a crush on the reader but Marlon also does or possibly the reader is really unpredictable and just kinda disappears and reappears out of nowhere, thanks for reading this ifu did😋😋

he third party is named Vicent (after Vicent martella)

Marlon had asked half the school where you were and still didn't have an answer! He hoped you weren't with Vicent, Marlon could sense that he was fond of you, maybe even trying to distance you away. But that wouldn't work. Being in one place for too long will bore you. Perhaps it's the same for a certain someone. He was going to need his coat back too, as winter was approaching.

Marlon saw Clementine pat A.J. on the back and hand him his pistol, then make sure it was loaded. Once A.J walked away, Marlon approached him. "Hey bud. Do you know where Y/n is?" Marlon asked, that came off more desperate than he expected. "Oh, she's gonna show me how to make maple syrup." He answered, A.J. mispronounced the "maple" like apple. It was understandable. It's possible he just heard of it until now. Being born in a place where there's no time to discuss past customs explains it well enough.

"Can I come with you?" Aj shook his head, a simple yes.

after a long walk there you were. Marlon was relieved. He was going pull you into a hug until a familiar voice spoke, "Hey Marlon, didn't know you were tagging along." Vicent said. Marlon sighed with disappointment. "We're almost done, I don't know why you'd come now." He teased. "Look, im here to be of use. Holding a twig isn't." Marlon snapped, subtly pointing at his hand. The tension between the two was ever-growing, and it was only a matter of time until Marlon punched him.

"Well, on the bright side, we have enough sap for everyone. A.j., try some!" A.j. walked over and cautiously hovered over it, "Y/n, is it poisonous?" He questioned.

"I can vouch y/n. It's good." Said Marlon. A.j. looked at Marlon hesitantly, and then dipped his finger in the pot and tasted it. "It tastes sweet." He claimed. A smile crept on his and Y/ns face, and Marlon cherished that. "It wasn't bad after all, was it? But I have to ask you and Vicent something. Can you go back to the school and ask Omar to cook it?" Y/n asked

"Yeah, you want to come along?" Vicent said. "I have to do other stuff." Y/n picked up a bucket and motioned for Marlon to join her. She held Marlon hand while walking to the fishing dock, making Marlons heart race faster than before and blush. "It's been a while since we were alone." Marlon said, picking up a spear and gifting the other to Y/n.

"Yeah, it reminds me of, never mind." They hushed. "Wait, of what? If you mind me asking." Marlon asked. He was intrigued. It wasn't every day Y/n speaks of the past. "When the outbreak happened, I'm going to be honest. All I wanted to do was be by you." Y/n whispered. He had lost he composure, but regained it and smiled. "I was childish back then. So you wanted to be with that?" He chuckled, Y/n replied, "I was too, so does it really matter?.

"Not really. I never thought you'd enjoy my company. I think we should get to fishing." They walked back.

Marlon had seemed unfocused. for example, he aimed to catch a fish but instead missed it, and his spear broke on a rock. "Dammit. I'll get another one. Stay here."

" I'll fix it, Your face looked red. What was on your mind?"

Marlon gulped at the question. He had wanted to spend time with Y/n and get some time alone with them to talk. However, his thoughts had been on something else, something that had been bothering him for a while now. "Nothing, just stressed about Vicent. That's all," he lied. "If you don't mind, why?" Y/n said. That encouraged Marlon to speak a small portion of what's on his mind.

" think you can trust Vicent? He's been shady lately." He whispered. "Kind of. Thanks for worrying about me, but that's not usually like you." Y/n teased. Marlon tensed up. "I can't help it, especially when it's you on the line." That came out more flirty and sincere than expected.

"I reckon that's not the only thing on your mind."

Marlon grabbed ahold of their hand. "You're right, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't the right time. I've liked you for a while now." He finished. Y/n didn't seem to be involved, so in Marlons eyes, he could be rejected. Right here, right now.

Y/n smiled, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Sorry for leading it off like that. I have some things to do, so I haven't had much time, I liked the first half, but the rest kind of died off. Critism is also welcomed, but don't be a dick about it.. Y/n lowkey has like 13 words the their name tbh

[sapphirefallschronicles]

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 8 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Chris needs to clear his head, so he goes back to an important place in his life.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

The reunion still spooks through my head. Seeing Abigail again, that was a little confusing. It’s been a while since we saw each other, and the last time we did see each other wasn’t very festive exactly. We didn’t even have time to have a proper chat, and to be honest, a funeral is not the right place to catch up. 

Abigail has been in my mind the moment I saw her again in the stables. She looks good, really good. We talked all night, just like the old days. It felt like we were never out of each other’s lives. But we had. For a long time. At the dinner, there was this tension between us. One that has never been there before. 

I need to clear my head. Stop thinking about her and the years we spend apart. Quickly I throw my hoodie on, and grab the basketball I have been carrying with me since high school. It's time to visit the place I spent hours back in the day.

But as I walk towards the basketball court, I couldn’t help but to relive an old memory..

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Dammit. We just lost the state title. Our team was close, so extremely close. But when the buzzer rang, telling me we had a second left to win, I knew it was up to me. And I failed. As the ball left my hands, making its way towards the basket, I knew it was over. It was a terrible shot. The team was disappointed, not in me they said, but I was disappointed in myself. 

I needed to train harder, better. Failing important shots like these were not getting me anywhere. If I wanted to play for the Chicago Bulls one day, I had to improve. 

Sleep wouldn’t come to me anyway, so I grabbed my basketball, and climbed out the window. 

Mom was going to be so mad tomorrow, but that's tomorrow’s problem. 

The basketball court was empty, as expected at nearly midnight. I dribbled around for a bit, shooting a couple shots. Of course, I was hitting these. 

How ironic. 

I was so caught up in my own world I didn’t hear footsteps come closer. 

‘I thought your mom would ground you for the rest of your life if you sneaked out at night one more time,’ said the one and only person who knew what I would be doing at a moment like this.

‘Hi Abi.’ I turned around to face her. Black boots, black jeans, black sweater; she was the only person I knew who could pull off an outfit like that without looking basic or simple. Maybe it was red, copper hair. Or her light blue eyes. Or the entire combination. ‘Could ask you the same thing.’

‘Unlike you, I’m actually great at sneaking out,’ she laughs. 

‘Okay, I fell out the window one time! Once! Just bad luck mom was standing in front of the window witnessing it all.’ It was a painful moment, but looking back, it was kinda funny. Not that I was gonna tell Abigail that though. 

‘That was the hardest I laughed in a while, Chris,’ she said as she walked closer to me. ‘Sorry about today’s game.’

‘Mhm,’ I muttered. 

‘Wanna talk about it?’

‘Nah, not really.’ I threw the basketball through the hoop another time, only this time Abigail was the one to grab it as I touched the ground again. 

‘Don’t break a nail,’ I smirked as she was dribbling the ball, getting ready to take a shot. 

‘Chris! Don’t manifest things like that. Take it back or I will break your fingers!’ she exclaimed, but the corner of her mouth twitched, so I knew she was messing with me.

I threw my hands up in defeat, and took a step back to give her space to take a shot. The ball left her hands, and she missed miserably. ‘You are aware that the basket is right in front of you?’ I teased. 

‘Why don’t you retrieve that ball and teach me how it’s done?’ Abigail placed her hands on her hips, looking at me daringly. 

‘As you wish.’ I practically ran towards the ball, and it almost slipped out of my hands twice as I walked back to her. 

‘I truly don’t understand how you do this. As you know I am very talented, but this seems like the only skill I can’t master,’ Abigail said. She was indeed talented, and smart. She was creative and she could take the most beautiful pictures. But I knew she wasn’t being cocky. Behind the ‘I’m the most confident girl you’ll ever meet’ act was an insecure girl. Which I never understood. 

‘You still with me?’ Abigail placed her hand on my upper arm. ‘You looked a little lost there.’

‘Yeah. yeah. Alright, now what you wanted to do is to focus on the square just above the basket,’ I said, turning her around so she was facing the basket. I stepped closer to her, and placed the basketball in her hands again. 

‘Mhm,’ she hummed. I covered her hands with mine, our faces inches apart. I could feel her hair tickle my cheek. And hear her breathing become irregular, like mine. 

‘Keep focusing on one of the lines, and aim for that spot,’ I said softly. I raised our hands, and together we watched the basketball fly through the hoop. ‘See? It ain’t that hard.’

A smile formed on Abigail's face, and she spun around in my arms. One of her hands was suddenly on my chest, as the other touched my neck. I was glad my arms sneaked their way around her waist by themselves, because I had trouble thinking straight.

We stood there for what felt like an eternity before I decided to lean forward. It was now or never. Abigail had always kept me at a distance when it came to this, so this might be my only shot. 

As our lips were about to touch, we heard a loud bark near us. Of course, there was someone in Sapphire Hills who decided this would be a great time to walk their dog. 

‘I, uh, I should go back. You know, before mom finds out and kills me. Or worse, ground me and make me spend time with Sy,’ Abigail said, pretending to come off like she was joking, but in reality she was shaking all over her body. 

‘I can walk you back?’ I suggested, not ready to part from her. 

‘It’s alright, besides, you should go back home as well.’ She smiled softly, and before I knew it, she had walked away, out of my sight.

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That night many years ago continues to run through my mind. I bet I will be unable to think about anything else. There is so much to consider, to think about. What would have happened if we had kissed? Could we have worked together, as a couple? Maybe I wouldn’t have had a failed engagement, maybe I could have just been happy with Abigail. 

But we didn’t kiss. So here I am. Back home after a failed love life, and not happy with who I am. 

From a distance I watch a few kids playing basketball. I witness their dribbles and their creativity. There are times where I miss this. Miss the open-minded way of playing. Now it’s statistics, tactics and what not. Training all day, watching, and reviewing old matches. Nothing like this anymore. Not just simply playing basketball, bonding with teammates. 

Not having Abigail on the bleachers. 

‘Look, look!’ one of the kids suddenly exclaims. ‘It’s Chris Evans!’

While I carefully make my way onto the field, I see the kids rushing over to me. All with that hopeful expression in their eyes. They bombard me with questions and one thing rushes through my mind instantly:

I’m their role model.

Why haven’t I gone back to my roots? Why haven’t I given these kids someone in real life to look up to? It’s a missed opportunity, one I curse myself for. 

The only thing I could do at that moment: have fun with these kids. Teaching them a few tricks, while they teach me how to be the old me again.