#neither of them are 100% innocent

[fairysylveon]

rubbing my temples a little thinking about tim takes

[taeyongdoyoung]

that's a warning

summary: your professor's age is not a problem to you. and neither is his dark secret... pairing: professor!chan x uni student!reader genre: dark academia, vampire!au, smut warnings: professor/student dynamic, age gap (unspecified), mentions of toxic friend, descriptions of blood, kissing, biting, eating out, blowjob, daddy kink (who's surprised?), ddlg implied, size kink, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship, insecurities, danger kink author's note: this is based on a dream i had + inspired by railway, obviously. read at your own risk 🥵 too many references to the song's lyrics in bold, sawrryyy word count: 3k

The moment you set your eyes on Professor Bang, you know that you need to have him. You've never felt an attraction so intense, so overpowering, so sinister in its obsession. You are willing to go to any lengths to get close to him. Even if it kills you.

It starts off innocent, almost childlike. The way you stay after his lectures to ask him silly questions (you know the answers to) about the homework. Sometimes you ask him about the location of other lecture halls (even though you've been to them hundreds of times). Sometimes you go to his office hours just to be alone with him (even though you are perfectly confident in understanding the study material).

At first, Chan accepts your incessant flood of questions with an easy-going smile. If he's being honest with himself, he likes the attention. It's been a while since someone's been that interested in talking to him. Especially someone so…young. Most students usually avoid his intense stare. He's been told it's far too intimidating. He tries to be welcoming to everyone but he's not sure he's doing a good job.

But as the semester nears its end, his patience wears thin. You always get full marks on your assignments and quizzes so he doesn't understand why you are constantly asking for his "help". And he's certain you know your way around the university better than any other student. You're always on time and your homework is flawless 100% of the time. So, he really doesn't get it. Are you messing with him? Is it funny to you to joke around with a poor old lonely professor?

Chan's decided he's had enough. And this time, when you catch him alone after the lecture, he's going to confront you.

"Cut the act," Professor Bang scolds you directly. "I know you know the answer to that question. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what, Professor Bang?" you ask innocently, while batting your eyelashes.

"Pretending you're dumb. It's obvious you're a top student, so why are you always asking me stuff?" he grunts and pins you down with his intense gaze you're so addicted to.

Hell, you've never felt more terrified. It excites you.

"Don't you know already?" you mumble quietly. You want to look away but you're trapped in his beautiful dark eyes. So you don't.

"Is it fun, messing with an old man like me, huh? Is it some stupid college dare?" Chan asks, his insecurities getting the worst of him.

"You're not old," you insist passionately. "There's no dare. I just…like you."

"You…like me?" he repeats in disbelief.

You nod furiously, trying to convince him of your sincerity.

"But…why?"

"What do you mean why? You're so smart and handsome and sometimes even cute. I like…how you explain stuff like you don't think anyone is dumb, you're so patient and…warm."

Huh. Warm? It's been a while since someone's used that word to describe him, Chan thought.

"You do realize we could both get in trouble if…" he can't even believe he's even considering this. "If we were to…pursue something outside of the university walls?"

Fuck it, he said it.

"I know. I won't tell anyone, I promise," you are desperately grasping at straws as you find yourself so close to the one thing you've ever wanted more than anything.

Professor Bang shakes his head.

"I'm not asking you to keep it a complete secret. Just…if you choose to share it with people, be careful who you trust."

"I understand, Professor, I'll be careful," you promise.

"And…call me Chris or Chan or something," he shrugs. "When it's just us two."

God. It's really happening.

"Let me take you out to a restaurant," he offers suddenly. "Tomorrow evening?"

"That sounds amazing!" you grin excitedly.

Your first date with Chan arrives and you are so happy you feel like you could die. You don't wanna jinx things so soon and don't tell anyone where you're going.

"You look stunning," he compliments your dress as he pulls a chair out for you.

"Thank you so much, Chris," you smile and take a seat. "You look absolutely dashing, as always."

He chuckles but doesn't respond rightaway.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just…I don't hear that much. Especially not from beautiful young women such as yourself."

"You're surely joking?" you frown. "Anyone would kill to be in my shoes right now."

"You're too kind," Chan replies, not seeming to believe your words and you decide to drop the subject. For now. "What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm…maybe some red wine?"

"Good choice," he smirks. "And food?"

"I'm really into pasta these days!" you squeal with excitement.

Chris orders for the two of you, making your heart flutter for the hundredth time. He's just…so dependable.

Till the food arrives, you busy yourselves with getting to know each other better. Outside of the university walls, it turns out you are both passionate about things other than academic endeavours. And with each glass of red, it becomes easier to share stuff about yourself with him.

As the evening nears its natural conclusion, Chan insists on paying the bill for the food and drinks.

"Now I feel bad," you pout adorably, clinging onto his arm for support, because all the wine made your legs slightly unstable. "Let's go for coffee!"

"I don't…really drink coffee," Chris confesses shyly.

"Tea, then! Please, I don't want to go home just yet. This night is so perfect, I don't want it to end."

"Okay, okay," he agrees easily.

You lead the way to one of your favourite cafés. This time, you excitedly pay for the warm beverages.

"It's snowing outside!" you marvel at the pretty snowflakes falling, illuminated by the street lights.

"Good thing we're all cozy and inside, then," Chan chuckles.

"Yeah…" you smile softly. "I really like you, Chan," you admit.

"I know, you said that a couple of times," he shakes his head, amused.

"Yes, but…you didn't say anything. Do you like me, too?" you inquire self-consciously.

"I do like you. You're very clever and funny and obviously super pretty."

"Really?" you blink furiously to stop yourself from tearing up. You don't get to hear something like that by someone you admire so much. Someone who inspires you to be as diligent and hard-working as him. Scratch that. You don't get to hear words like that very often. It sometimes strikes you how badly you need to be acknowledged for your efforts.

"You must know that."

"No, actually, I don't," you smile sadly. "But it's really nice of you to say it. True or not."

Chan stretches his hand out across the table to hold yours.

"Hey. It's true, okay?"

"Guess I'll stick around to find out, yeah? And maybe I'll help you believe it, too," you suggest.

"Maybe. I'd really like that."

And stick around you do. The next semester, Chan is no longer your Professor, so you don't have to worry so much about getting in trouble with the university's authorities. Eventually, as things start becoming more serious, you decide to share the news about your boyfriend's identity with a few of your closest friends.

Luckily, most of them are super supportive and happy about your relationship. They tell you that you've looked happier recently and are pleased to finally know the reason. There is one friend, however, who is completely against.

"I don't approve. You can't date him," she outright says.

"Can't? Excuse me?" you become aggravated. You've had some fights in the past, situations when she's been jealous of you hanging out with other friends and has done some toxic stuff behind your back. So, her reaction doesn't come as a complete surprise. But still, it sucks that she hasn't outgrown this kind of pettiness.

"He's like…too old for you. And the fact he was your Professor is just…gross."

"How can you say that? You've never even met him."

"Then, let me meet him."

"Why would you meet him if you've already made up your mind?"

"To make sure he's worthy of you, duh."

"That's my call to make. Not yours."

And with that, you leave. This is just…too much. Later, you talk to another friend about this situation to get a second opinion.

"Nah, fuck her. I mean, it's your relationship, she can't dictate how you feel or who you're seeing romantically."

"Right? That's exactly what I've been thinking."

"It sucks that she said those stuff but maybe you're better off," your other friend shrugs.

"Yeah…For the time being, I'll distance myself from her. If she starts acting like an adult, only then will I consider letting her back in."

"That's totally valid," your friend agrees. "Take your time and look after your mental health."

"Thank you so much. I knew you'd get it."

"Always!"

Soon after that, you hang out at Chan's place and you decide to talk talk to him about the falling-out with that toxic friend.

"Well, technically, I am too old for you."

"The fuck you are! Are you taking her side?" you cry out passionately.

"Hell, no! I'm just saying…you could find any college guy your age and…"

"No, shut up, Chris!" you shake your head, refusing to entertain such an idea. "I don't want anyone but you!"

"But I'm dangerous for you," Chan sighs. But you can't believe that. He's been nothing but kind and accepting in the short time you've known each other.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"You'd think I'm crazy if I told you," he grins somewhat devilishly. "It'd be better if I showed you instead. But then, I'd have to kill you."

"W-what?" you stammer, his behaviour totally unlike the gentle guy you're used to seeing.

Suddenly, Chris grabs your wrist and starts pulling you somewhere.

"W-where are we g-going?" you ask helplessly but he doesn't respond. He's too strong to fight him back so you just try to keep up with his speed and follow him down the stairs and into the basement. Where you'll find answers to questions you didn't even know you were supposed to be asking.

When he unlocks the door, you are greeted with red. A lot of it.

"What is all this?"

"Come on, sweetheart, I thought you were smarter than that," Chris chuckles.

"It's…blood banks," you state the obvious, feeling dumber than ever.

"Wow, you don't say," Chris replies sarcastically.

"Why…why do you have all this blood in your basement? Is it like a…kink thing?!" you gasp in shock.

"No, darling, it's not a kink thing," he laughs, the idea incredibly amusing. "Take a guess."

"Are you a serial killer?" you try to think of a logical explanation.

"You're too realistic," Chris sighs. "Think…something you never thought possible."

"You're…a vampire!" you exclaim triumphantly.

"Bingo," he confirms unenthusiastically. "So, your friend was correct to worry. I am too old for you. And bad for you. I never should have let this go so far."

You shake your head.

"N-no, she's not right," you disagree. "I don't care."

"You don't care?" Chris tilts your chin up, facing you directly. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to restrain myself from sucking your blood dry?"

You gulp nervously but refuse to believe he'd actually do that. Especially considering he hasn't done so already…

"Why did you become a Professor surrounded by so many humans if self-control is so hard for you?" you push back cleverly.

"It's never been a problem for me to control my thirst. Until you."

"Then, why did you let me get so close?" you inquire.

"Because I was weak…And lonely. I shouldn't have let you in."

Your eyes tear up with emotion.

"Are you saying you'd be happier without me?"

"Happier?" Chris scoffs. "No, I wouldn't be happier. But you would be safer without me."

"Fuck that," you argue. "I am safe when it's just you and me. Knowing you're a vampire changes nothing about how I feel about you."

"Then, you're even more insane than I am," Chris sighs, unable to deny the growing tension between you two.

You kiss him roughly to prove him right, digging your fingers into his soft hair. He kisses you back just as hungrily, incapable of letting you go.

Yes, he may be dangerous for you. But so are you. Willingly pursuing him, not running away from him despite knowing the truth.

He grabs your hair and pulls back, exposing your neck.

"Last chance to get out of here. That's a warning," Chris whispers darkly.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" you grin, completely trusting him.

Even if he was your Professor, even if he is way older than you than you initially thought, even if he is a blood-sucking predator, there is no one else you'd trust so unconditionally, so irrevocably.

"What if I hurt you?" he asks, a hint of worry making his dark eyes glow with warmth.

"You couldn't," you insist and close your eyes, tilting your neck. "You can bite me, if you want."

"You're crazy," Chris repeats.

"I trust you," you speak your thoughts out loud.

And this is his breaking point. He attacks your neck with his sharp fangs, not wanting to hold back any longer. The bite stings but in such a sweet way you would be happy to go, if this was your fate…As he drinks from you, you weakly wrap your hands around his neck for support, needing him to ground you. Just as badly as he needed one taste from your delicious blood. If your blood is what Chris needs for survival, then he will surely be your undoing.

Somehow, against all reason, Chan manages to detach his fangs from your neck.

"Fuck," he caresses your neck, smearing the blood all over your porcelain skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you murmur dazedly. "I'm okay."

He holds you close, kissing your cheeks and trying to clean up the mess he made.

"Let's get out of here," Chan suggests and lifts you in his arms, carrying you back to the coziness of his place.

"I don't mind," you reassure him. "You being a vampire, that is. I love every part about you. I love...you."

"You…love me?" Chan gasps in surprise.

"I do, I love you," you say once again for good measure.

He doesn't say anything, just kisses you again in disbelief. You hug him tightly, finding so much comfort in his arms. Whatever you've heard about vampires doesn't apply to Chan. He's radiating so much warmth you feel you could burn.

"Hold on tight," he warns and you grip the headboard top rail for dear life, as Chan makes sure to show you blood is not the only thing he's interested in drinking.

As he laps up your juices greedily, you find yourself on the verge of losing your sanity. Your hands give out and you let go of the bed's railings and opt for burying your fingers into his curls once more for support.

"Chris, please, please," you cry out, not even sure what you're begging for. For him to stop? For sweet release? It doesn't matter, as long as he stays with you.

Soon enough, your prayers are answered and you start seeing stars floating in the middle of the room.

"Did I kill you already?" he laughs upon seeing your reaction.

"Try harder," you tease him, even though you are already so gone.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Chris shrugs.

He takes off his jeans and stuffs your mouth full with his giant cock. You try to babble something but it's no use and your helplessness only turns him on more. You hug the back of his knees and let him fuck your throat as he pleases, even though you don't have much of a choice in the matter. Your vision is cloudy with tears and you can't even ask for mercy as his cum starts flooding your mouth. If you thought him drinking your blood was overwhelming, this is on a whole 'nother level of dizzying.

Once he's done using and abusing your throat, he pulls his cock out, smirking at you from above.

"You okay, sweetheart? Still alive?"

"Y-yes, d-daddy," you manage to croak out weakly.

Chris shakes his head in amusement upon hearing the sudden title.

"Then, I guess Daddy's gonna have to give ya a rough ride so you'll forget your own name, huh? How does that sound?"

"More, please," you plead desperately and he makes good on his promise.

He enters you without another warning and you can't keep your screams inside.

"G-god, y-yes," you moan.

"God isn't in this room, darling," Chris cackles maniacally. "The devil, however…"

You kiss him again because he's talking so much your brain can't keep up.

"S-so b-big," you cry.

"Yeah? Too big for my little girl?" he teases you.

"N-no. P-perfect. You're perfect," you insist stubbornly.

Chris fucks into you with supernatural stamina and you are grateful for that because even though you want to, you aren't able of keeping pace with him. Instead, you are happy to just hold onto him and focusing all your energy into…well, not passing out. You're so wet for him that his enormous size slides in and out easily, satisfying both of you with the intensity of the feeling. At last, you cum together, overwhelmed by the passion and affection you feel for each other.

He collapses on top of you, not wanting to pull out just yet. You welcome his weight like he's a giant blanket, comforting you.

"Don't wanna let go of you," Chan murmurs cutely.

You stroke his hair once more with a gentle touch. How is this man who has so many more years of experience still such a cute boy, desperate for tenderness?

"Then, don't. I'm all yours to keep," you chuckle weakly.

"That wouldn't be very productive to our academic future," Chan complains.

"It's okay. I feel like we've both earned a little break," you point out.

"From university? Sure. But when it comes to us two…I need no break. No brakes."

"Nicely said," you giggle, ready for another round on this train that never sleeps.

The End

[uluvjay]

Do they bite? NHL edition..

| Quinn Hughes | Yes, he’s freaky are we surprised? He loves attacking your Shoulders when he has u bent over, thighs, boobies.., hips. He truly doesn’t have a favorite spot to bite it’s just the closest spot he has to bite that he’s sinking his teeth in.

| Cole Caufield | It’s not typically his vibe but sometimes if there’s an opportunity he’ll bite playfully but it’s not his usual to bite during sex.

| Jamie Drysdale | Yes he loves biting your lip when he pulls away from kissing you, thighs get some love too from time to time. He bites you for shits and giggles sometimes too, it’s always at a random time usually when his intrusive thoughts win but it’s always funny!

| Kirby Dach | Not really no, maybe some light nips or teeth grazing your skin in the slightest but it’s gotta be when you’re both so caught up in the sex that kisses and movements are getting lazy and fast that he doesn’t even full realize he did it.

| Mason McTavish | Yes, yes, yes. He’s a freak let’s be real, he’ll bite wherever he finds appealing, but it’s gotta be somewhere only he’s going to be able to see.

| Adam Fantilli | Mmm not really, if he does it’s to be silly. He’ll bite your finger if you feed him something or sometimes he’ll take a nice bite on your sweet spot to pull some giggles from you.

| Arber Xhekaj | Yes! Thighs, bum, boobs, neck, shoulder, lips. This man has no limits wherever he can find a spot to sink his teeth into he is.

| Luke Hughes | No, he doesn’t see the appeal of it. Hasn’t bit you since college when he accidentally left a massive hickey and you both couldn’t stand the sight of it.

| Cole Sillinger | um yes, no doubt. He’s a freak he’s bites and he bites hard, enjoys running his fingers over the marks as they’re healing and is impatiently waiting to leave more once they heal. Doesn’t have a favorite spot to bite, it’s honestly wherever he can sink his teeth into.

| Matt Rempe | Absofuckinglutley. He can’t help himself when his teeth sink into your stomach as he kisses down your body, or the way his teeth ache for the feeling of your thick thighs under them, the cries that escape you when he nips at your breasts sends him into overdrive, bigg lip biter when make outs are happening.

| Brandt Clarke | Not his vibe. Did it once just to try and it was way too hard, neither of you cared for it so now it’s just something that’s laughed about.

| Will Smith | Absolutely, Both sexually and in a fun way. He bites you to be a little shit sometimes but he loves to bite your shoulder the sound you make when his teeth break skin has him shivering with need, he’s also not afraid to take a nice bite of your bum whenever he’s kissing down your body from behind.

| Macklin Celebrini | Little baby piranha, he bites you like he has nothing better to do. He’ll just do it to do it, feeding him something? Purposely bites your fingers, laying there innocently? Bites wherever his mouth can reach, your lips are constantly cut up from him biting them. During freaky time he bites your shoulder to stay quiet but that’s about it.

| Kaiden Guhle | 100%, Kaiden is a freak on the low and biting is one of his favorite things to do in bed. He loves marking you up in places only he will see, inner thighs, breasts, hips, bum.

| Mackie Samoskevich | Yes but mainly around the Shoulder or low enough where it can be covered and only he can see it!

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Head cannon masterlist!

[akdw]

When discussing the after effects of Peeta getting hijacked, people tend to say “He’s not the same!” “He’ll never love Katniss the real, same way again!”

But ppl missing an important theme of the whole trilogy: It’s a WAR. And wars will change people, force them to grow up too quick, deprive them of their innocence. Obviously, they will change. It’s pretty much inevitable.

But saying that it rids them of their ability to love fully, to heal, to find peace, it honestly disgraces their characters and disgraces a very important theme in the trilogy. If Peeta’s hijacking represents how war changes people, then it also represents recovering from your wounds, maybe not fully, but enough to find peace and joy in living again. To love your family and those close to you, even if some have been taken away from you. That’s such an important part of the books, it’s why even after such tragedy, such violence, the trilogy still ends on a hopeful, peaceful note.

Peeta will never be the same. But neither will Katniss. Neither will Annie, or Haymitch, or Johanna or anybody else. From the moment they got reaped to the end of their stories, they’ve changed every step of the way. This does not mean in any way that they will love less. Peeta would love Katniss just as much as before, because dammit he went through a hell that tried to force him to fear Katniss but in the end he prevailed.

There’s literally a convo with Johanna in Mockingjay that reinforces this:

"Haymitch says he's[Peeta] getting better," she[Johanna] says.

"Maybe. But he's changed," I say.

"So have you. So have I. And Finnick and Haymitch and Beetee. Don't get me started on Annie Cresta. The arena messed us all up pretty good, don't you think? Or do you still feel like the girl who volunteered for your sister?" she asks me.

"No," I answer.”

None of them are the same, but it doesn’t completely, totally, destroy their ability to love and live just as before. They won’t be able to go 100% back to normal, but they can feel and love just as strongly, if not more.

[novthewolf]

Rosalie Hale having a crush on you

*-*-*

- Honestly ? You would not understand she had a crush on you at first, not at all. Not with the way she was staring- no, glaring your way.

- It would be worst if you were a man, due to obvious reasons, but all together, as long as you're human you win a blondie glaring at you.

- You didn't understand why she was glaring at you. It was obvious that your silly little would be unrequired. Rosalie is, by any standard, the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, of course she wouldn't be interested in you ! But did she have to look at you like that ? Were you this ugly you grossed her out..?

- Well you are 100% wrong, lovely ! If she is staring at you with tightly squinted eyes like she's ready to scold you for existing, is because she is confused out of her mind.

- Why are you so pretty ? No, she met 'pretty' humans, but none of them caught her attention like you did. Rosalie would stand by her siblings in the parking lot just trying to figure out why the f*ck she couldn't stop looking at you.

- She's not as dramatic as her brothers as to leave the goddamn country because of you, she is proud of her self control. Because at first that what she ended up believing : it was only your blood that appealed to her.

- For a few weeks it was enough of a reason for her. You didn't know if you should be thankful or disappointed to not have her gaze lingering down your figure but at least you didn't feel as body conscious.

- Rosalie would walk pass you in the hallway, in the cafetaria, just prove herself that she was perfectly in control. That what she felt toward you was just basic hunter instincts, which she was above of.

- But was it basic instinct when she felt a surge of protectiness spread through her chest when she caught a glimpse of werewolf leaning a bit too close to you for her liking.

- God was it hard to hold herself back. She tried to reason herself, that you were no one for her, she didn't even bother to know your name. However, the simple thought that this vile beast might learn your name before her was just plain offensive. She deserved to know.

- So, in her incredible elegance she strolled directly to stand next you and you swore you were hallucinating. You turned your attention from the young man and faced her.

- "Do.. do you need something..?" You winced at your own stutter.

- For just a second, she just stays there, taken aback by your scent. Rosalie always made sure to stay away from you, like you were the grinch or something. Anyway, she never had caught even a whiff of your smell. And thank god she didn't because otherwise she would have been whipped months ago.

- You looked so.. innocent, in a way. So confused, so surprised. Like a deer meeting face to face with a mountain lion. But the predator is so deeply wounded, guarded in a way no one could even close.

- But you didn't even want to get close, you didn't even know what she wanted. Neither did she. And the way you turned to her... she almost flinched back. Who are you, little deer, scaring her so much ?

- And the way the question fell from her lips, the mix of the wariness and craving startled the both of you. "What's your name ?"

- From the moment you introduced yourself, she could never leave your side. Like immediatly glued to your hip.

- It was such a radical change you almost got dizzy and for a moment you thought you were dreaming.

- She cut herself from her family, not in a toxic way, more like a college student focusing on her studies. Rosalie gave you all of her time and attention. It was unusual for her, especially for someone loving the spot lights the way she does.

- But... she felt like you deserved it.

- The first meals with her would be rather quiet. You didn't know what to say, how to say it. She was... beautiful, intimatingly so. So, Rosalie had to take the lead. Gentle questions, simple in a way to coax you into opening up to her.

- She seemed... softened. And it soothed you. It showed Rosalie as more human. It was strange for the both of you, for various reasons.

- You made her feel so good. She had longued to be human for so long, and here you are, quirky and awkward. You made her smile, you made her laugh, you made her protective.

- So protective. If you're a woman, even more so. Any men coming near you seemed to any bad attention, she would wrap a arm around your waist and immediatly lead you away.

- It was so little gestures that made you blush, that gave you even the smallest hope she liked you back.

- The way she would open the doors for you, reajust the clothes you were trying out or the way her hands lingered on your back as she zipped your dress up.

- And god the way she would work on your own car. She had smiled so smugly when she offered her help, and even more so when she got up, covered in slight soot.

- She never looked as beautiful as she does now, and you couldn't the slight rubbing of your thighs together as you watched her work.

- The time she fell truly for you was the time she played piano for you. She was not nearly as good as her brother. Actually, the reason she started to learn that instrument was to compete with Edward. But she wasn't as talented, so when the melody got complex, the notes started to get crooked.

- It was a big step for her, showing you her flaws. The music didn't come out quite right, not as pretty as you thought it would come out from a majestic instrument. But you simply leaned your head on her shoulder, listening innocently, enjoying everything she is. Rosalie promised to herself you will never need anything, that nothing would ever hurt you. Not her precious little deer.

- All those moments spent together meant the world to her. She loved your smile, she loved the way you were so human, so unaware of the danger lurking. Your fragility terrified her and rightfuly so.

- You had the odd hobby to walk through the forest, and the deepest parts too ! Rosalie had followed you around, without your knowledge (she is Edward's sister after all).

- And one day, the thought she dreaded the most occured. She had fallen a bit late and struggled to find you. And when she did, her frozen blood started to boil in her veins.

- Here you were cornered by a mountain lion, panting and stepping back as slowly as you could.

- No... you were her little deer. You were her lovely. No one. No, no one will take her piece of heaven away.

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[theorphicangel]

About the Sunday Sukuna thoughts, do you know those tiny plastic hairbands? I think it would be personally hilarious if reader (who doesn't use them) kept hiding it in places Sukuna would find randomly just to annoy and confuse the fuck out of him.

Those tiny fuckers are like glitter, they are EVERYWHERE

AHHHH I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!!! I DONT use them at all but somehow they have infiltrated my home because my sister uses them

doing something like this to sukuna would fucking irritate him because they spawn out of nowhere and he knows for a fact that you are not using those hairbands and neither is he.

at first he thinks you must have bought a pack, finding a few scattered all over the bathroom sink but when it comes to questioning you he ends up even more confused.

'i've never used them sukuna.'

'so why the fuck are they here?'

you shrug your shoulders, clearly more interested in the show currently playing than to pay any mind to you. 'beats me. i didn't buy them.'

it's a success. you've fully convinced sukuna that he made an accidental purchase of these stupid hairbands that come with 100 in a pack.

he can only believe your little trick for so long before he ends up finding the hairbands in every crevice of the house: the kitchen, the couch, near the plant pots, on the carpet, on the window sill - hell he even found them in his shoe.

it had gotten to a point where he had now become suspicious of every guest that had entered your home, wondering if they were the culprits behind this sick joke.

'fuckin hell is this TSA?'

'shut up and lemme search.'

but sukuna reaches his breaking point when he finds them in your shared bed. the two of you are in a heated make-out when you pull away from his lips to discover something under you. yup. it's that small plastic piece of shit.

'where did this come from?' you question innocently.

'you've got to be kidding me.'

sukuna is quick to stand and pull away the covers, discovering multiple hairbands scattered within the sheets.

he stares in disbelief with the cover in one hand. if you could take a snapshot of his face right now you would do it in a heartbeat. it only takes one little snicker at his face for sukuna to discover the truth behind the hair ties.

'you fuckin brat.'

at this point you collapse into a fit of giggles laughing both at his expression and the fact that you've managed to keep up this trick for over a week.

in your cries of laughter you manage to give some sort of apology to Sukuna.

'yeah, you better be fuckin sorry, you made me feel like I was going crazy.'

as a sign of repentance you vow to pick up every plastic hairband one by one.

[voxslays]

PAIRINGS: In-ho x reader, Gi-hun x reader.

SUMMARY: During the games, you meet two charming older gentlemen whom take a deep interest in you. But is this ‘interest’ enough to save your life in the end?

*Ddori is a playful Korean petname meaning ‘smarty’ not the name of an OC (just in case this causes confusion!)

“Gi-hun, Young-il!”

You yell across the large shared dormitory, catching the attention of your two favorite men. Gi-hun, the serious and stoic one—who was simply a child at heart beneath all the layers of unprocessed guilt and trauma. And Young-il, the wise, strong and mysterious one.

They had kindly taken you under their wing after the first game—well, Gi-hun had. You hadn’t even met Young-il until he and a group of other players had asked Gi-hun what the next game would be, since he’d played these games before. In your eyes, Gi-hun was more than a tactical advantage. He was a human, and you cared for him.

“Ah.” Young-il sighs. “Good to see you, Ddori.*” Gi-hun says tiredly. You couldn’t imagine how worried they must’ve been during your disappearance in the last round of the last game—mingle. The number had been two, and you hadn’t even met pulled Jun-hee into a room. But they didn’t know that. They only saw you run off.

“It’s okay.” Young-il says nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care. The guards had been instructed not to kill you, but there was no guarantee there wouldn’t be a slip up or confusion. In-ho cared about you, despite the short time he’s known you. And to his utter shock, disbelief, and unmitigated horror—he was quickly falling in love with you.

And Gi-hun. Oh, Gi-hun. He was shocked and proud when you stood up for him when the second game wasn’t dalgona. When you had told player 100 and his clique to stop whingeing and get over it. He could simultaneously feel his heart melting and mental walls breaking down around you. Like Oh Young-il, he felt himself crumbling at the very thought of you.

You were lying comfortably under one of the rows and rows of the lustrous, gleaming metal bunk beds. Once the lights had gone out and the fighting had begun, Gi-hun and Young-il had managed to drag you to safety. To the sides of you, they lay still. Both players trying to act as if the fighting didn’t bother them—although for different reasons.

Occasionally, one of the men would cast a side-eye or a dangerous (and suspicious) glare towards the other. It was as if both men were sizing each other up, trying to discern the others’ intentions. Both were trying to prove they were worthy of your presence to their adversary. But they both knew, in a way, neither of them were.

You, so young and full of life, did either of them really deserve you? Both were more than a decade your senior, which wasn’t a good look. Were they really that selfish? And all the blood and murder you were forced to witness daily. Your youthful, innocent, bright eyes shouldn’t see such things.

The screams of your fellow X’s being attacked you filled the air as you silently sobbed. Who knew which of your allies would survive. Geum-ja and her son? Hyun-ju? Se-mi and Min-Su? And while you at least had confirmation that the rest of your group were hiding under nearby structures, did that really guarantee their survival? Only time would tell.

“What’s wrong?” Gi-hun asks, gently and reassuringly placing his arm on yours. “I’m scared.” You cry. Young-il sighs from behind you. Despite all the bloodshed and tears from those around you, seems unaffected. It’s like he’s seen it all before. Maybe he was a marine too? “We will protect you.” He murmurs as Gi-hun caresses your back.

“You are safe.”

Gi-hun carefully loads his gun and aims it towards a nearby red guard, taking them out with ease. Jung-bae was beside him, loading his ammo. They were running dangerously low. “Young-il, what's going on? Have you guys made a move yet?” His voice echoed over the radio, successfully reaching Young-il.

“I'm sorry, Gi-hun. It's over.” He responds, his voice shaky. It was always clear to anyone who knew him well (before the games) that In-ho was a great actor. He was able to fake tears on command, causing a great deal of trouble for his half-mother in his teenage years. Once the alligator tears started flowing, she would instantly cave. The second thing about In-ho? He was a great manipulator. “They got us.”

His words were always easy to flow and control. And if he messed up while undercover as a detective? He knew how to backtrack quickly. And these skills only intensified when he became Oh Il-nam’s star pupil. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could never do it with you. He always felt an insatiable guilt watching you suffer. You were a weakness, a liability. And liabilities don’t survive in his world. It was inevitable truly, but he knew he would have to do something about you tonight.

“Young-il! What's going on? You still there?” Gi-hun gurgles over the incoherent staticky walkie talkie. “Young-il. Young-il! Say something!” He pauses, more gunshots ringing out. “Come in, Young-il!” In-ho sighs, instantly dialing the radios channel back to the one the compound managers and staff used. “Let's wrap things up.” His voices crackles.

He really didn’t want to have to do this. In-ho was already back in his frontman attire, and his alias, Oh Young-il was dead and buried under the responsibilities of the frontman and maintaining the order and equality of the illustrious games. In-ho didn’t have time for distractions, and desire what his beating heart tells him—you are one.

In the middle of the purple hallway, you and Gi-hun are forced to your knees. You look up at his mask, tears in your eyes—then you look at Gi-hun. “Player 456.” The frontman’s distorted voice rings violently through your ears. “Did you have fun playing the hero?” Gi-hun takes a deep shaky breath as the frontman’s pistol is pointed directly at your forehead. He was afraid. Afraid of leaving you behind. Who knows what would happen to you?

In-ho shared a similar confliction. You were the only person close enough to leave a mark. But he cared about you too. Yet, in the end, his mind of steel overpowered his weak heart. “Now, witness the consequences of your little game.” He moved his gun to the left, now pointing it at your chest. “Gi-hun..?” You mouth out, staring at him sorrowfully. The look on Gi-hun’s face is that of pure horror as he pulls the trigger.

With a loud bang, your body falls limply backwards, your eyes open, but half lidded as all the light is drained away. “No!” Gi-hun screams. A tear runs down the inside of In-ho’s black, geometrical mask. Like Il-nam said, he really is destined to be alone. He quickly turns on his heels and walks to the control room , the masked officer following closely on his trail.

From afar he can still hear Gi-huns pathetic screams. Like that would bring you back. In-ho had already made his choice and acted upon it. “What shall we do with player 220’s body, captain?” The masked officer asks, standing to the right of the control panel. “Incinerate it.” He pauses, turning to face the man. “Bring me their jacket.”

Moments later, Gi-hun is silenced. Presumably, being dragged back into the large shared dormitory, which was now missing over 350 beds. As in-ho settles back into his comfy black leather chair and pours himself a small glass of brandy, the robotic and lifeless female announcer voice echoes through the compound.

“Player 220, eliminated”

[babygirlhouse]

house md 2024 headcanons 🫡

hi loves!! jumping on this trend :^) i don't think any of these make sense but they made me laugh soooo here u go

House has a very bad pain day and (when pushed) says that he strained the muscle while riding his bike. Obviously nobody believes him, so the ducklings + Wilson spend the day trying to figure out what he did and end up finding security footage of him attempting to hit the griddy in the morgue 

Kutner has a very generic inspirational quotes tumblr blog (he’s so proud of it) and House finds it and just starts dropping quotes from it in DDXs to mess with him & then acting all innocent 

Thirteen has a secret thirst trap tiktok acc that doesn’t explicitly show her face but has her lab coat & maybe stethoscope. When Chase suggests that it’s her she doesn’t confirm or deny it and just keeps winking. Cameron definitely follows the account after this. Thirteen pretends not to realise.

Wilson takes a uquiz to find out what sort of cheese he is and is devastated when it says he’s cheddar. He then has an identity crisis because he thinks he’s too bland and tries to reinvent his aesthetic, leading to one infected eyebrow piercing and a tramp stamp that’s never mentioned again. Potential there for a sappy scene where House tells him he's anything but bland.

Cuddy starts a momblog style podcast. House sends anonymous hate. Taub guest stars. 

I think Taub would get deeply into ASMR. Like it’d start with him finding and playing a video of ASMR triggers for his daughters, then he tries it himself to see if that calms them down even more, etc etc. He starts a youtube channel and it blows up. He gets recognised by patients at the hospital. It goes to his head just a little. He unironically uses the term 'ASMRtist'

A cosplayer has a mysterious illness and the team has to go to a convention to test for environmental factors. Chase is apprehensive but House forces him to go. He’s quickly recognised at the convention and it turns out that he has a cosplay instagram account and they get stopped every 10 mins to take pictures. No one lets him live it down 

Thirteen and Cameron kiss & fall in love & babysit Taub's kids. House makes relentless jokes but is quietly very fond of them and their relationship. Pls i need this

Foreman has a twitter/X account where he posts a combination of work out tips/inspirational quotes (not as sweet as Kutner's blog, more grindset vibes yknow) but he gets mixed up in a pyramid scheme for protein powders and gets cancelled. Also potential for a sappy scene here where Foreman says he admires Kutner for not letting House's teasing about his blog get to him. They're besties now and make each other better.

Cuddy forces all of them to go on a wellness retreat. House and Wilson make a bet to see who can go the longest without speaking. It's not even a silent retreat, they're just like that. Also someone convinces Chase that the utility shed on the retreat is haunted.

The wellness retreat no speaking bet also def has potential for gay chicken. Like Wilson kisses House to see if that will get him to lose the bet. By the next morning neither of them know or care who lost the bet, they leave their room looking Extremely disheveled and return to the hospital very much together. Cuddy is not at all surprised. She planned this. Each of the ducklings hand her $100.

PPTH minecraft server. yeah

[fulcrums501st]

silco is a great character. but if your love of silco causes you to hate on vi I’m gonna need you to reevaluate some things

like vi has every reason to hate silco all of which are valid for her to believe. yea she doesn’t get that silco actually cared for jinx. but like bro she was imprisoned?? and like? he killed her family??? why would she ever see him in any way either than that?? she doesn’t know about his political motivations and those don’t justify him trying to kill her family????

vi’s been in prison for years and obviously would assume that jinx became the way she is cuz of silco. and she isn’t even fully wrong to assume that cuz silco raised jinx for years and yea he did let her get to this point. like yea it’s complicated cuz of his own issues and his messed up ideology kinda make him incapable of being a good parent no matter how hard he tries. but vi ain’t giving him the benefit of the doubt and like why tf would your expect her to?? obviously we know that there was some jinx brewing beneath the surface of powder in act1. but how tf was vi supposed to have predicted this?? silco’s parenting undeniably contributed to who jinx became. so vi isn’t even wrong to believe this. not 100% right but not 100% wrong.

and like jinx is so different from vi’s perspective ofc vi is gonna 100% blame silco on that. and like she has a right to. like vi shows up to try and save her sister and silco tries to kill her and yaps about “freeing” jinx. like what is vi supposed to conclude from that other than silco is Mr. evil and a sister- stealer. like yes girl go blow up his factory.

“silco was there when vi abandoned powder” actually what tf are you talking about. vi was 15. experiencing a trauma no one eve should. she invisibly shouldn’t have hit powder but like I completely understand why she fricking did. understandable emotional reaction for a 15 yo. how are we still giving her shit about this?? plus she TRIES TO GO BACK TO POWDER. BUT IS PUT IN PRISON FOR 7 FUCKING YEARS. she walked off to cool off not abandon her sister.

also the point is that silco misunderstands jinx’s situation. he can only see vi “abandoning” jinx as the same betrayal that happened to him. when they’re completely different. silco’s perspective on vi’s motivations and “betrayal” could not be more inaccurate. it makes sense for him to believe that cuz again of his own trauma. but be fr rn he did not asses the situation correctly which is partly why jinx has such conflicting feelings on vi. yes silco was there for jinx, but not cuz vi abandoned her or bc vi was a terrible sister.

silco and vi both want what they think is best for jinx. what they think is best tho is completely incompatible. both of their perspectives are completely understandable and genuine. that’s why jinx feels this pull between the two of them. that’s what makes the dinner party scene so good. cuz neither of them are entirely in the wrong for believing what they do or for wanting what they do.

“silco was right, vi chose caitlyn over jinx”

if this is abt s2 then just no. never cite s2 again when talking about vi. never. Not in my vi arcane.

And even in s1 jinx asking vi to shoot Caitlyn was unfair and messed up as crap. like ofc vi wasn’t gonna do that she has fricking moral compass. vi is put in an impossible position.

silco was right about how vi is still holding out hope that jinx can go back to being the same innocent powder she remembers AND CAN YOU BLAME HER?! she hasn’t seen her sister in 7 YEARS?! she only remembers powder. the memory of powder was the only thing getting her through those 7 years. yeah silco is correct in this assessment but it doesn’t make vi’s hope invalid or selfish, just wishful and optimistic. again, powder was the only thing keeping her going. cuz vi has been separated from the world and the cruel reality of it for 7 fucking years. silco and VI’s perspective are both valid given their experiences.

“vi could never accept jinx, while silco loved jinx unconditionally”

ok and that’s great parenting on a paper but is also lwk part of the problem cuz he enables all of jinx’s messed up and self-destructive behaviors. his unconditional love overrides his capacity for good parenting and discipline. it’s part of what makes their father-daughter relationship codependent and toxic. also vi loves and cares for her sister sm. but her sister becoming a murderer is an insane thing to ask of her to accept. like jinx does so many messed up things in s1. we the audience know why jinx is acting the way she is. but vi has every right to be disturbed by her. like could you imagine being kidnapped and separated from your little innocent sister for 7 years and then coming back and the first thing you see her do is shoot at people and giggle?? all out of her own volition?? I would be a bit taken aback too. It would be weird if vi wasn’t. And even after all of that vi doesn’t give up on her. she literally says “I’m not going to abandon you again” (and do not fucking bring up s2 cuz that was NOT vi)

“vi created jinx” “no silco created jinx”

how tf is this still a discussion?? they both did and neither of them did. jinx was made from terrible circumstance. every single one of her life experiences contributes to who she became. her parents being murdered by enforcers. her living under systemic oppression. her childhood insecurity and feeling like she needed to prove herself to the group. vi encouraging her inventions. the incident. vi “abandoning” her. being raised by silco. killing silco. etc. there isn’t one event that “makes” jinx.

anyway. vi’s hatred of silco is valid given her perspective. and silco’s beliefs also make sense given how messed up he is and they are genuine. but I never wanna see a silco fan hating on vi ever again.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

you know how you did bg3 types of yanderes, could you do that for castlevania? Like the trio and isaac, hector, dracula/lisa, carmilla, st. germain??

A/N: For reference, here is the one I did for BG3 villains, and here is the one I did for the BG3 Main Companions. Also, this is unedited as hell so if you see grammar mistakes, no you didn't. 

Castlevania Characters as Yandere! Types: 

Yandere! Trevor: 

Defensive. Calucative. Hardened. Trevor’s seen far worse than you, from humans and monsters alike. He knows the terror and the cruelty that lurks out there. He wants to shield you from it all, for as long as possible. He has this overwhelming need to prevent what happened to his family from happening to you. Even then, he knows your innocence won’t last; it couldn’t possibly. So long as you’re tied to him, you will know hardship. So as much as he babies you, and refuses to grant you complete independence, he is also distant, and frequently unaffectionate. In his line of work, people don’t die of old age; neither of you will be in the other’s life forever. Just let him love you the way he needs, when he asks for it, please. Everything else is so difficult in his life, you don’t want to add to that. Make yourself into the one piece of his life that is easy. And enjoy the easy while it lasts. 

Yandere! Sypha: 

Confident. Feisty. Unyielding. Sypha is always sure of herself. Everything she does, she does with 100% effort and full intent- your relationship is no different. From the moment she sees you, she’s sure she likes you, and she’s certain you like her. Any behavior that suggests otherwise on your part must simply be beginning relationship nerves. After all, she is a scholar and a Speak Magician. Her infectious optimism seeps out of her every pore. Her love for you knows no bounds, and she will not hesitate to throw herself into danger to prove it. I mean, she can conjure fire and ice instantaneously in her own two hands! Who wouldn’t want to be her partner?  Only some sort of complete and total asshole would try and turn her down, or worse, fight against her. She fights for what is right, and what is just. You wouldn’t fight against what’s just, would you? 

Yandere! Alucard: 

Intellectual. Sharp. Melancholic. Alucard is not a stranger to romance nor heartbreak. Losing the people closest to him has left him vulnerable, both emotionally and physically. Instead of processing his feelings, he bottles them up, until he can no longer bear their weight. He feels such pressure to remain composed, remain controlled, not animalistic, to go against the programming of half of his biology. At the same time, he is starving, desperate, and filled with an insatiable thirst for closeness. Such a complicated, disconsolate man, Alucard needs you to stay, more than anything. His life has been so lonely, and so hard; at times it feels like all he knows is loss and the cruel impossible whispers of desire. You need to stay. You need to choose him. He cannot take another heartbreak. It’s quite possible, given his role throughout history, that humanity wouldn’t survive another one of his heartbreaks either.  

Yandere! Isaac: 

Keen. Precise. Self-Righteous. Isaac has journeyed far on his quest for revenge, coming not only into a new land and new role but a new self as well. Gone is the former subservient, sacrificial lamb, who has risen into a stronger, wiser, seemingly benevolent king. Do not mistake this kindness for weakness, however. You must be either admirable or too kind-hearted to pose a genuine threat. Once you’ve caught his eye, prepare for an odd game of cat and mouse, you being the mouse of course. Isaac is not used to having friends, much less romantic companions. You must be patient as he learns the intricacies of your psyche. Surely, you must know he’s been analyzing it since you met? Be an honest, positive presence in his life, and he will keep you safe from all others who may do you harm. Treat him as the wise king he now sees himself as, and perhaps, he will ask you to be his queen. 

Yandere! Hector: 

Reclusive. Embittered. Suspicious. Hector has been forced to toughen up. Too late did he realize at the end of the road, that it is the people, not the zombies you command that can make or break a man. That is where you come in my dear. Following Lenore’s death, Hector’s purpose is up in the air, he is suddenly a puppet, free of its strings. He feels much wiser, but just as lonely. Hector cannot help but latch on to you, the first “normal” person to view him as human. He yearns for a simple quiet life, with a dog (a live one) and a partner to call his own. You’re perfectly plain, or perhaps, you’re just odd enough to make him look normal, and he relishes that. You have to understand that he can’t share much about his past. He can’t possibly tell you about his old life, no, no, no. He’s hiding it from you, hells, he’s hiding from it with you. He loves you dearly, he does. But he can’t trust you, not fully. A man with a history like his cannot truly trust anyone. 

Yandere! Dracula/Lisa: 

Nurturing. Captivated. Smothering. Dracula was not keen on humans before meeting Lisa; she bewitched him body and soul. And now the two of them have become enthralled by you. Dracula has learned the ‘other’ humans are not to be trusted, not with you, and certainly not with his wife. Lisa finds it unfortunate how she is no longer able to treat her former patients in Lupu, but she’s also incredibly thankful now that she has you to take care of! Ever the eager student, she still wants to learn so many things, and how wonderful of a practice dummy you are. Dracula is also eternally grateful that his wife will not be completely lonely; he knows how much helping her fellow humans means to her, and now that you’re here, Dracula no longer has to worry about keeping his wife (and by extension, you) to himself for eternity. 

Yandere! Carmilla: 

Prepared. Calculating. Cruel. Carmilla is a sadist at heart, there’s no denying it. She loves feeling the power she wields over all other people, humans, and vampires alike. For you to have caught her attention, surely you must be something special. Either you are particularly gifted in something she’s not (negotiations, necromancy, art, etc.) or you’re just so unbelievably precious, that she can’t help but want to steal you away for herself. She sees you as a possession, as a rare and beautiful gem, not a person. Even if she did ‘hear’ anything you had to say, she’d simply consider it further fodder to be used in manipulating you should it all come to that. She is not a woman who is denied, not by God, not by man, not by Dracula, and certainly not by you. Chin up, pet. Things could always be much worse. You could be thrown in the dungeons and left to rot. How lovely of Carmilla to instead treat you to more luxury than your kind could ever dare to deserve. For your continued safety, may I suggest showing a little gratitude? I mean it’s not like your life depends on it or anything. It does. 

Yandere! St. Germain: 

Wise. Inquisitive. Obsessive. St. Germain is a man who knows his mind. He knows a great deal about alchemy, and that alchemy, at the end of his days, will be his greatest work. That was of course, all before he met you. You opened up a whole side of him that he didn't know existed. Before you, his conquest was kings and courts; his acquaintances were mages and scholars! But now, in his effort to keep you from himself, you have become his conquest; his acquaintances are vampires and demons, all practitioners of dark magic. To him, it’s of little matter, so long as he can secure you, his one true love. To him, it’s the most important to have someone to share all his knowledge with, all that he’s achieved. To bask in the victory alone does not hold the same merit. He needs you at his side, he needs you to be invested in the great work. Without you, without your love, he fears he cannot achieve it. As such, he will do whatever it takes to get you by his side. And I do mean- whatever- it takes. 

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[tokoyamisstuff]

could you do headcanons for Alucard and Anderson both wooing reader?

💀R.I.P. bae good luck with that

General Yandere warning bc there's no way in hell this would go about normally.

What might've started as part of their rivalry, winning you over soon turned into a full-blown obsession for both of them.

They'll go about it in completely different ways, though, with Alucard relying on his intimidating power, while Anderson resorts to manipulation tactics.

For Alucard this whole thing is more of a pastime, an entertaining game he is confident to win. Anderson on the other hand is in absolute denial of his feelings and keeps telling himself that he merely wants to protect you.

The vampire will be very upfront about his affection, showcasing his abilities to subtly threaten you into submission. Because he will get what he wants...one way or another. But you needn't be afraid - if you give yourself to him, his power is also yours.

The Priest is very careful how he presents himself, wanting you to see him from his best side only. He'll hide the deranged parts of himself in order to give you a false sense of trust and security. It's hard to believe a man this kind and considerate could be so twisted underneath.

Iscariot would 100% support his aspirations to 'save' an innocent soul from eternal damnation, especially after he reveals that their church's arch nemesis is keeping you against your will.

Integra would definetly look right past any of Alucard's lies and would not tolerate this kind of behavior against a civilian. Even if you were to comply, she'd probably see the toxicity of this insane power imbalance. So he'll try to keep it a secret from his boss, since her influence would certainly be a hindrance.

Sadly neither of those two men care much about your opinion on that matter. Anderson claims you don't know what's best for you and Alucard just firmly believes you'll come around eventually.

For a while this will continue as a circle of kidnapping you from one another, accompanied with a lot of bloodshed on both sides, dragging members of their respective organizations into their mess and sacrificing them without second thought.

Every time those two clash it'll turn more into peacocking honestly, they care more about showing off and making a great impression on you than actually fighting each other.

However they both would stop at nothing to satiate their desperate need for you, so it's inevitable that at some point one of them has to die in order to finally have you for themselves - let's just hope you've made peace staying with whoever wins.

[ladylooch]

His Best Win Yet - [Nico x Lexi]

Summary: After date five, Nico and Lexi finally take their relationship to the next level.

On a Wednesday night, Nico’s heart hammers in his chest as he watches Lexi fiddle with the keys to get into her apartment. Inside his ears, blood roars so loud that he isn’t hearing a word she is saying. All he can do is stare at her hands, wondering if she’s making the universal sign for “come inside and fuck me.” 

It’s been five dates. The four before tonight, Nico went home and ended each night fisting himself to thoughts of Lexi riding him. Five dates is a perfectly respectable number. Reasonable. They’re both consenting adults. Hell, most of the girls he has slept with before this, they didn’t even do one date together.

But none of those girls are Lexi. His perfume queen. None of them made him feel like it was his first time all over again: nervous, excited, desperate to get this right for her.

“Neeks?” Lexi snaps him out of his thoughts with a gentle hand wrapping around his wrist. Red explodes into his cheeks as he focuses on her amused green eyes. “I asked if you wanted to come in? Watch a movie?” She offers innocently. Or was it with insinuation? Fuck, why hadn’t he been listening to her before. He would know if he had heard her the first time. Probably. 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind? I know it’s late.” He turns his wrist over, seeing the 11:00pm time. Wow, time flies by with her. He could do 100 more hours of this night together and never once get bored. They had a fun date walking around their neighborhood, stopping in every place that looked interesting whether it was a shop, a bar, or a restaurant. They tried new foods they’ve never heard of and bought crystals even though neither of them understand what they are for. Lexi liked the colors and Nico liked whatever made her eyes light up like that.

“I don’t work tomorrow.” She reminds him.

“Sorry, you told me that.” He sighs, closing his eyes at sounding like such an ass. “I was listening. Just… not a few minutes ago.” 

“You better come in… so a medical professional can make sure you’re okay.” She jokes, putting her key in the lock and then pushing the door open. Nico peers in. He’s seen her place from the entry way, but hasn’t spent time inside with her before now. 

“Don’t check my pulse.” Nico smiles at her knowing smirk.

“Do you want something to drink? I have beer.” She offers as she tosses her keys onto a shelf by the door.

“Sure.” Nico nods, then shrugs his jacket off. He holds it in his hands as Lexi walks into the kitchen. She pops the fridge open, then pulls out two chilled bottles of Budweiser. “You can put that anywhere.” She motions to his jacket as she pops the two bottle caps off. Nico lays it neatly on the chair, out of the way from the couch he assumes they will share together.

“Nice place.” Nico says as he motions to her apartment.

It’s so homey and lived in, cluttered but not overly messy. It’s nothing like his place. He keeps things neatly tucked away and has minimal keepsakes here in Jersey. All his prized possessions are in his house in Switzerland. Here, he lives with the bare necessities and the stuff his apartment came with since he rents it fully furnished. Alternatively here, plants are stuffed into every square of Lexi’s window sills. Some are in full bloom, others are thorny looking cactuses and succulents. There are a few cuttings that look like the start of some longer, vine-like plants that stretch towards the window for sun access.

“Thanks. It’s the first time I’ve lived alone and I am struggling with getting a theme together. It’s a mosh-posh of all the things I’ve had in different stages of life and what I’ve picked up through traveling for work.” Lexi takes a long sip of her beer. “Definitely not as big as your place.”

“Is it a competition?” He asks, tilting his head with a smile.

“No, but if you’re claustrophobic, I understand.” Nico laughs. 

“My mom would love this. She always filled our place growing up with tons of plants. There were some years we lived in a place where she couldn’t have gardens, but she believed in no plant left behind. So Emma and I had plants fill up our rooms too.” 

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It wasn’t.” Nico shrugs. “This reminds me of that. Like home.” 

“Well, I have plenty, so if you want to adopt one or five, I would be happy to contribute to making your place more of a home.” Nico nods, knowing he will take her up on that. Not only to have a greener, more lively space, but to have some of her amongst his things.

“You’ll come visit them?” He asks following a sip of beer.

“I’ll have to. Visitations are part of the adoption contract.”

“Contract??” Nico raises his eyebrows at her. “This sounds serious.”

“You don’t want to know what happens if you kill them, Hischier.”

“Understood. I’ll make arrangements for when I head home to Switzerland.” 

“I’m sure you and I could work out a care plan. Co-parent these plants together like civilized adults.” She saunters over to her blue couch, settling into the far corner of it.

Nico doesn’t think so. It’s a few months out, but he wants Lexi to come home with him for the off-season, whenever that begins. Sometimes, he feels like he is moving too fast with his feelings for her, but then another part of him senses she is who he’s been waiting all his life to know. Finding a balance between that feeling and the newness is what has him fumbling around her half the time. 

How can he love someone so completely in a few dates? When did he fall for her? Was it one moment or over the last several months of whatever this was before their first date? Is this even normal? Those answers are what Nico continues to search for each time he sees her.

“Planning on joining me?” Lexi asks, tapping the couch cushion beside her.

“In a minute. Wanna look around here.” Nico gestures to the massive gallery wall she has. It’s filled with pictures of people and various art prints. Each one has it’s own, colorful frame so every color is represented in some way. Nico sips his beer as he studies the pieces. There are cheeky prints like “Does the process know we are trusting it?” in bubble letters and “I am the cherry on top” with a disco ball looking cherry hanging down. But the pieces Nico is most curious of are the ones with Lexi in them.

There’s pictures with who he assumes are her parents. His eyebrows pull together, noticing there aren’t any of the three of them together; only Lexi with them as individuals, except for one picture of her as a kid. She’s sitting on the front porch between them, frilly socks folded over at her ankles with her feet stuffed into pink, jelly sandals. Her hair is pulled into a turquoise scrunchy, fluffing out in a whale spout with her elbows resting on her skinned knees, covered with two bright yellow bandaids. 

“You were a blend of both your parents as a kid.” Nico observes.

“Yeah. You know, rumor has it that’s the last picture of my parents together.”

“I thought they split up when you graduated school?” Lexi is clearly young in the picture on the wall.

“Yeah, should have been before.” She rolls her eyes, swallowing down her beer. “My dad moved out before everything was official. They just signed everything after graduation so my dad didn’t have to pay child support.”

“That’s fucked up.” Nico frowns back at her.

“They were.” She nods, looking resolved and detached from it. “My mom would rather have sawed her arm off than take a hand out from my dad.” 

Nico turns back to the wall, still frowning. He can’t imagine his parents not together. He looks back at hers in the picture, seeing genuine happiness there. It’s sad.

“I’m sorry.” Nico says, without looking at her. Lexi is quiet for a moment.

“It was a long time ago.” She finally says. 

“Yeah. But I’m still sorry for her.” He points to the picture of her high school graduation beside her college one, each with only one parent in it. 

“What do you want to watch?” Lexi asks, changing the subject. 

“Whatever you want to.”

“Nico ‘can never be decisive’ Hischier.”

“I’m decisive when it matters.” Nico insists, pointedly dragging his gaze to her. Lexi hides her smile by putting her beer bottle to her lips. He watches her lick a drop of beer off her top lip. His cock twitches curiously and Nico pulls his gaze back to the wall of pictures. 

There is a picture of Lexi with a group of girls on a snowy mountain somewhere that catches Nico’s attention next.

“She skis.”

“She does.” Lexi confirms, navigating to one of her apps on TV. “My dad taught me. We would do a week-long trip to Colorado or Montana growing up. It was fun.” 

“I’ll have to get you into the Alps.”

“Are you ever there during ski season?”

“Well during COVID…” Nico trails off. “But good point. Although if I sent you over there, my mom would take you.” 

“Your family seems so picture perfect.” Lexi says quietly. “Filled with love the way it should be.”

“Yeah, I don’t know where I would be without them. This can all be…” He gestures about his career and fame. “A lot. They keep me grounded. Focused too. It’s nice to go home and be Nico to them. Not NHL captain Nico.”

“I can see that.” Lexi murmurs.

Nico turns away from the gallery wall. He can inspect it more later, but right now he wants to be close to her. The magnetic pull of her vibrates through his veins as she watches him cross the room.

Like his family, Lexi brings out the man he wants to be all the time too. He doesn’t have to plaster on an act or a smile. He can be exactly who he wants to be and turn off the other parts of him he has to present to the public. After being drafted first overall, he wasn’t sure if he would find anyone that made him feel such a way. He’s had his fare share of run-ins with girls who want him to be his public persona only. But it’s an act Nico can’t keep up with all the time anymore. He needs the rest and recharge in his home life, so he needs a partner he feels comfortable with.

Most importantly, Lexi let’s Nico pick who he is going to be with her as though she likes all the versions of him he can come up with. He feels safe enough to be the one he truly wants to be in her presence. This colorful, normal, hard working, beautiful inside and out woman is his ticket to everything he has ever desired. He doesn’t need years more of nights like tonight to figure that out.

The movie Lexi selects is a new Netflix Rom-Com that has them both laughing. The entire movie, Lexi lays curled up into his side, warming Nico from the inside out. She kept turning to kiss his chest, or his neck, or his arm as they shift around the couch every few minutes to stay comfortable. His fingers trail along her right side, wherever they can reach. They dance up to her neck and all the way down to slightly above her knee. The urge to dip into other places tempts Nico, but he doesn’t dare, even as her fingers tease along his thigh in a way that has him hoping she can’t see the half erection popping up in his jeans.

Yeah, he wants to have sex with her, but she isn’t giving him clear enough signals for him to not feel like a creep. She seems very interested in this movie so whatever Netflix and chill Nico thought was coming for them has disappeared. Although to be fair, this movie is pretty good. He can’t stop laughing at the one-liners and pop culture references that he proudly understands.

When the credits begin to roll, Lexi chuckles, rubbing his thigh. Her fingers stroke along his inner thigh, close enough to touch him but discreet enough that Nico is still questioning if she is hinting at wanting more than this. She turns slightly inwards, pressing her breasts into his chest as she looks up at him with sweet but lusty green eyes.

“Hi.” She says. 

“Hi.” He repeats, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. It slips back into place again, puffier than before, drawing Lexi’s attention. 

“I love your lips.” She sighs, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek.

Her thumb strums his bottom lip. Nico aches, deeply, to kiss her and give in to the urge to lay her back. Their lips connect, sending lighting bolts through his body. One of his hands cups her neck, needing the anchor to the Earth or he might float away. In response, Lexi presses her body into him more. The fingers of hers on his thigh brush the bulge of his zipper as she uses his leg for leverage to kiss him harder. Her other hand slides from his cheek into his hair, tangling in the brown locks. Nico’s hand on her lower back dips slightly lower, tips barely disappearing into the waistband of her jeans. Lexi reaches back, placing it further down on her ass so he has a handful of her. Nico pulls away questioning in his brown eyes.

He needs to be sure this is what she wants.

He can’t fuck this up.

“I just realized I haven’t shown you my bedroom yet…” She bites her lip. Nico stares at her, feeling time slow around them. Yes, his inner voice hisses, pride swelling in his chest.

“What’s in there?” He wonders cheekily, fingering a chunk of her hair that hangs between their faces.

“Nothing now. But maybe in five minutes it could be you and me with a lot less clothes.”

“I don’t… have anything…. on me….” He trails off, worried that maybe he is killing the mood. But he respects her too much to be unprepared and presumptuous. She bites her lip, eyebrows sliding together in disappointment. “I didn’t want to expect this.” He fills in, eyes going honest and a tad sheepish. He is still just a man.

“God that makes me want to fuck you more, Neeks.” Lexi groans, then looks towards the kitchen, away from his intense gaze. Her directness has Nico’s cock standing to it’s full height, ready to perform. “Do you upstairs?” Lexi asks as Nico nods eagerly. “Maybe you could show me your bedroom instead?” She re-asks, trailing finger tips down the center of his chest. Her eyes fall down to the zipper on his jeans. Her lips part open in a quiet gasp and when she looks back at Nico, saliva begins to soak his tongue. 

Nico grins, then holds his hand out for her to take.

Thank God he cleaned his place up before he left.

The entire journey to his unit, Nico hopes Lexi can’t tell how much he is shaking with need. It’s feral and consuming. His brain keeps chanting, running a mile a minute with everything he has imagined doing to her. Where should he start first? Eat her out? Ask her to suck him off? No he’ll come in two seconds. He should ask her. No, fuck, that’s not cool. He should just take charge and be direct. Kiss her, take his time undressing her, and go slow so he can remember everything about this. Do everything he can to ensure it won’t be a one time thing.

But when they get into his apartment and Lexi cups his cock through his jeans, there is no fucking way they are going slow. Nico isn’t going to last. His hips buck up into her hand as he holds onto each of her cheeks, walking her backwards to his couch. 

No, not the couch, not enough room.

He changes directions quickly, causing Lexi to tumble to the side at the swing in direction.

“Shit, I’m sorry. So sorry.” Nico breathes out, catching her around the waist. He pulls her ass into his lap and she twirls her hips so their steps falter. He groans now, eyes screwing shut. They could end it all right here in the hallway. She could roll her hips a few more times and he would explode in his pants. 

All thoughts move from how he is going to fuck her to making sure he actually does fuck her. He pulls out math problems, and recites the various, famous mountain peaks in Switzerland as he pushes her towards his room again. He runs through the power play set up they started implementing last game. He thinks about the most awful speeches coaches have given to him about his play. He visualizes a cold ice tub as Lexi squeezes him again.

“Nico, you’re big.” She gasps, eyes wild with anticipation.

God. Fuck. She is killing him with those gorgeous, needy eyes and the way she knows how to grab him, firm enough to spring pleasure across his skin, but not hard enough to be painful. He forces his eyes shut to focus on his breathing like this is an opening face off.

“I’m ready. Let’s get on the bed and go.” She begs him, unbuttoning his jeans as he gets her into his bedroom. She roughly shoves at his pants until they fall at his ankles. Nico hops out of them, pulling her shirt up and over her head immediately after. He needs to see her. Her brown hair fans out in gorgeous waves and he can’t wait to see how they look against his comforter when she’s beneath him. 

Nico wraps an arm around Lexi’s waist, gasping for air, trying to keep himself somewhat together as he kisses over her breasts. His other hand comes up, squeezing her right tit as she lets out a happy groan.

“I love that.” She confirms, scratching her pink nails along his biceps as she grips his shoulders. Nico folds the cup of her bra down, taking her nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the stiff peak. Lexi moans, loud and sexy, making the tip of Nico’s cock leak. His cheeks tingle at the taste of her, encouraging a slobbery mess to coat her spiked nipple. He releases her with a pop, a thin bubble of spit following him off her tip. His cock pulses again and Nico recognizes he is in big fucking trouble.

“I need you. Now.” Nico says, shifting his hands to her hips so he can push her onto his bed. Lexi eagerly crawls backwards up the bed to make room for Nico after he grabs a condom from his bedside table.

Nico’s hands shake mortifyingly hard as he fumbles with the wrapper. 

“Shit.” He mutters as the foil refuses to tear under his slippery pressure. Lexi watches with tender green eyes. “Sorry…” He mumbles when it doesn’t tear open again. He brings it up to his teeth and it finally gives way. He looks down at her, heart skipping a beat at how fucking sexy she is sprawled out beneath him in his bed. He has been yearning for this for months, honestly since before he even knew the person attached to the perfume that kept lingering in their apartment spaces. But knowing how incredible the girl attached to the scent is now, Nico can barely believe his luck. His chest squeezes and for a moment, breathing is out of the question.

“Can I put it on?” She asks curiously.

“No…” Nico winces regretfully. “I’m… a little too close for that.” He chuckles awkwardly as he rolls the latex down his shaft. His cock bobs with a pulse from that movement as if to prove his point. 

“That’s so hot.” Lexi giggles, reaching for his balls. She cups them in her hand, nails gently teasing the taut skin of his scrotum.

“Oh my- fuck.” Nico grabs her wrist. He carefully pulls her away from him, eyes screwed shut. Matterhorn, Rosa, Eiger, Jungfrau… “I’m serious.”

“I can see that.” Lexi giggles, beaming at him as if his struggle turns her on more.

She falls back to the bed, then drives her fingers over her soaked folds. Nico watches, savoring how good she looks playing with herself in front of him. Her other hand comes to the clasp at the front of her bra. She pops it open and Nico drools as her breasts fall out. They’re perfect- a handful with pretty mauve nipples that beg for more of his mouth. Nico leans down, kissing them, giving her the attention she deserves. He works her up, savoring her sweet praises and desperate whines. Her orgasm is building as her fingers work her clit in consistent, tight circles. Nico pushes her fingers out of the way, not removing his mouth from her nipple.

“You taste better than I imagined.” Nico fills her with a finger, shuddering at how wet she is for him. His cock oozes more into the condom and he knows it’s time. He could come just touching her without a hand on himself. 

Nico fists the base of his shaft as he pulls away from her breast with a final slurp of her skin. Lexi is blissed out and wild beneath him. He has never experiences her this out of control. He loves that she is this way from him. From how badly she needs this too. He rolls his cock over her wet folds, then lines himself up with her entrance. He eases himself into her an inch, then another, until she perfectly swallows all of him. They both exhale, deeply satisfied when he sits to the hilt. He pauses there, leaning over her to kiss her. Lexi kisses him back with a desperate ferocity. 

“You’re wild with my cock in you.” Nico murmurs. “That an okay word to say?” He asks her. Lexi nods enthusiastically. “Feel good?” She nods again just as eagerly.

“I’m ready. Fuck me, Neeks. Please.” She pleads. He doesn’t even have to ask for it. She readily gives it to him as easily as the moans that begin to descend from her lips as he delivers on her request. 

His imagination never had a chance of conjuring up how good Lexi feels surrounding him. Even through the condom, her wet heat washes over his cock, holding it in all the right ways that he needs. Nico’s head falls forward, chin on his chest in slight defeat as his eyes screw shut. He makes an attempt to last longer. But fuck that, he wants to drown in her, die in this ecstasy so he can be reborn as another man. As hers and only hers. He wants every part of him who didn’t know what this was like with her to die off so he can remember himself this way only.

“Oh my god.” Lexi groans. Her arms fall away from him, spreading out into his sheets to grip them in her fingers. The pink of her nails is a compliment to his navy sheets. They’ve never looked better than they do now, crushed and used, soaking up her warmth. “I love your cock, Neeks.” She groans. Her hips press backwards into the mattress, creating a different angle so he strokes her walls perfectly where she needs. “I’m going to come. Oh god, I’ve never come this fast.” She squeaks, eyes sliding shut as wild, breathy gasps fall from her puffy lips. “Please. Yes.”

Nico’s hands tremble as he holds her hips at that angle. He grips her harder to keep them steady, not willing to stop her pleasure because of his fumbling. He drives his thrusts hard and focused, watching every part of her orgasm wash over her body. It starts with her mouth quieting, but falling apart in a silent scream. Her cheeks flush in a pink that cascades down to her chest. Her nipples tighten further as goosebumps dance across the perfect mounds. Internally, her walls tighten then release a flurry of flutters that takes Nico under immediately. His hips buck awkwardly as he fills the condom. A string of Swiss German swear words hit the air between them. Lexi’s hands grip Nico’s wrists next to her head as she grinds herself into him, throughly damn satisfied by the end of their highs.

“Holy shit.” Nico mutters, eyes close, chest gasping.

“Yeah!” Lexi agrees enthusiastically. “Let’s go again!”

“Oh my god, baby, wait a sec.” He chuckles, blinking rapidly. He brings a hand up to his face, rubbing at his stubbled cheeks before he puts his brown eyes on her. He loves her just fucked look almost as much as her getting fucked look. 

“Oh sorry. Do you need to cuddle first?” Lexi immediately starts to giggle which has Nico laughing too. He leans down to kiss her smart mouth, smiling into their kiss when she quietly, gratefully, moans. His tongue teases her, urging their connection to continue for a few extra moments. “You make me feel so good. And I don’t mean only like this.”

“I like that.” Nico murmurs, kissing her lips for a final time, then sitting back up to slide out of her.

He gets off the bed, disposing of the condom in the trash before he grabs a cloth to clean himself up. He grabs a fresh one for Lexi too, putting it on the counter for her as she joins him in the bathroom to use it. Nico slides out of the room, then heads back to his bed. He looks at his discarded underwear, but decides against it, laying in bed naked. Lexi can drive what happens next. If she wants to get dressed, he will too. If she wants to stay naked, all the better.

Nico almost chokes on his tongue when she walks out of the bathroom. She looks relaxed and gorgeous, confidently strutting across his bedroom in a way he wants to see night after night. She climbs into bed next to him, opting to stay naked too. He opens his arm for her to wiggle into his side which she does, followed by a content sigh.

The silence that follows is light, comfortably quiet but filled with soft touches of the other. Nico strokes her hip with his fingers. Lexi combs her nails over his chest. Their breathing evens into sync with each other. When Lexi shivers from the cool night air, Nico pulls the covers up to enclose her shoulders. A sudden yawn stretches his lips apart, interrupting the quiet.

“I can leave if you want me to. So you can go to sleep?” Lexi’s shy whisper comes reaches his ears.

“The last thing I want is for you to leave.” Nico admits freely. “Stay.”

“Okay.” She responds softly, a tinge of relief in her voice.

The two fall into a comfortable quiet, continuing to rub at each other’s skin comfortingly for themselves and each other. 

“Nico, I’m really into you.” Lexi breaks the silence while drawing a heart on his chest. “This feels different than anything I’ve ever had. I like that.”

“I feel the exact same, Sweets.” Nico says, unwilling to fumble this girl by being anything but honest. “I hope you’re not seeing anyone else because I’m not. Don’t want to either.”

“I’m not.” Lexi murmurs. Nico can feel her cheek tighten in a big smile against his pec. “Just waiting for you to ask…” 

“Didn’t want to freak you out by moving too fast.” Nico confesses softly. Lexi presses up, looking into his face.

“Nothing with you would be too fast.” She shakes her head slowly as she says it. Her lips are pulled into a tender, vulnerable smile. 

“Then be mine?”

“Yes.” She says confidently, without a moment of hesitation between his question and her answer. 

Nico collects her back to his chest, his heart beating rapidly but happily in his chest. He has always been more of a relationship person, but it’s been a long time since he met anyone he wanted to commit to this way. Lexi has changed so much for him. 

As his girlfriend drifts to sleep in his arms, satisfied and comfortable, Nico finds contentment in believing he won’t have to navigate single life again.

He isn’t going to let her go. No matter what comes, they’ll face it together.

Because the girl in his arms is end game.

Undeniably his best win yet.

Read more Nico and Lexi here.

[kazzsbrekker]

the old guard 2 criticism (spoilers): i wanna type out my thoughts about (part of) the reason why the final act/big action sequence of tog 2 just didn't hit. i've seen a lot of people say there was no emotional resonance and i 100% agree, it just felt empty and soulless. so, disregarding booker's death and whatever discord's deal was, i want to talk about the biggest issue i've noticed:

the setting.

in order for the final confrontation with quynh and discord to happen, the old guard have to go to a nuclear facility in indonesia. like,, what do i care about a random nuclear facility in a country none of the characters have (to my knowledge) any personal connection to? we're supposed to care because if they blow up the core, a lot of innocent people are going to die. and of course that is bad! but we don't know these people. and neither do the characters. we don't know of any friends of the characters there, there's no history for them there, there's no reason for them - and therefore us - to personally care about this potential explosion. this is randomly introduced by copley, with no buildup or mention of this having any connection to what has happened prior. the other source of tension is the possibility that they might all lose their immortality. they even try to up the personal stakes with the conversation between joe and nicky beforehand ('we could end'). but it doesn't work, it doesn't resonate. because the reason that this might happen, the cause they are fighting for here, the place they're going, where the future of the old guard will be decided, isn't important.

take the third act of the first movie: the big action sequence happens in merrick's lab. this is a place where several of the characters have been tortured for an extended period of time. we know how they've suffered here and we are rooting for them to be able to get out and kill everyone who contributed to their treatment. the aim here is to break out or die get captured trying. nile's choice to go there and help them is a huge character moment because it is her choice to join the old guard, to leave her old life behind, to face this future. it is personal, it is intimate, we are not asked to care about the population of london. the characters in peril are the ones we are supposed to care about, and we do, because we have watched them laugh and fight and care for each other. i don't know any of the faceless people living in proximity to the nuclear facility. in terms of movie plotting, they are not a good enough reason for the old guard to go there and risk their lives.

they should have scaled down the threat that leads up to the final confrontation and made it more intimate: something concerning nile's past (her hometown, somewhere close to her family which she still misses and wants to protect), maybe something personal between quynh and andy (rome again, perhaps, or the ocean, so andy faces the same fear again from when she lost quynh the first time). anything but an empty, replacable action movie prop.

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

In the midst of the ongoing chaos in the training grounds, Darius, having brushed against Nica, foresaw a ‘worst-case future’.

Nica: Haha, a fool huh? I’m kinda curious to see how that’s gonna play out.

Jude: If yer that keen, I’ll knock ya flat and let the whole lot watch ya make a right show of yerself.

Jude swung his sword at Nica.

The powerful strike would be devastating if it landed, but its movement was straightforward and easy to predict.

Nica easily dodged the first strike—but the moment he evaded, the next swing was already in motion.

Jude: I ain’t lettin’ ya slip away that easy.

Jude’s relentless onslaught drove Nica further into a corner.

His only weapon was his gun. Without a blade to block with, he had no opening to counterattack.

Realizing he couldn’t dodge any longer, Nica leapt backward.

Darius: Aah, Nica. You’ve done it now.

Nica: Huh…? What..is this….

Nica looked back and noticed that Elbert had stepped on his shadow.

Elbert: …Sorry. I was trying to avoid stepping on anyone’s shadows.

Elbert: But I couldn’t quite handle someone coming at me so suddenly.

Nica: This…is the worst….

The gun slipped from Nica’s hand, and he sank to the ground as if dragged down by gravity.

Nica: No, I don’t believe that…I won’t accept this, no way..!

Nica: Only I…

Nica: This can’t be….I’m the only one….who ended up like this..!

Ring: Nica!

Ring clasped Nica’s outstretched hand, as if answering his silent plea for help.

Nica: …..!

After taking his hand, the pallor on Nica’s face gradually gave way to a healthier flush.

Roger: Elbert’s ability got overwritten by Ring’s, huh.

Elbert: I’m glad…you didn’t have to suffer for long.

While the others talked, Ring peered anxiously into Nica’s face.

Ring: …Are you okay?

Nica: Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself, Ring?

Freed from Elbert’s ability, Nica picked up his gun and pointed it at Ring.

A gunshot echoed—but his target wasn’t Ring. It was Ellis, standing behind him.

Ellis: …gh

Ellis, who was about to attack Ring from behind, quickly pulled back to dodge Nica’s bullet.

Ellis: What a shame…I thought I could take Ring down just now.

Nica: Playing dirty, huh? And with that innocent looking face too.

Ellis: When everyone’s this strong, I can’t be too picky about playing fair.

As time passed… the sound of clashing steel and gunfire in the training ground was joined by the heavy panting of exhausted fighters.

William adjusted his grip on his longsword, his shoulders rising and falling slightly as he fixed his gaze on Victor.

Victor: Will, you know…it’s alright to take a break now.

William: I’m okay. No need to worry.

The two were evenly matched, and the deadlock showed no signs of breaking.

Victor: We used to spar together so many times back in the day, didn’t we?

Victor: Back then, I couldn’t believe there was someone out there as strong as you.

Victor: Even now, it’s the same. Your sword has only grown sharper—more refined and powerful.

William: I should be the one saying that.

William: When we first started training, I meant to hold back so I wouldn’t hurt you, but now…

William: …You didn’t leave me a choice, forcing me to draw my sword in earnest for the first time.

Even as they reminisced about the past, neither of them eased their relentless attacks.

While they spoke, both kept a keen eye out, waiting for the slightest opening to strike.

It was precisely because they knew each other so well that William and Victor’s battle dragged on.

Meanwhile, Roger was starting to feel the strain as well.

Harrison: …What’s wrong, Roger? Already tired?

With a defiant grin, Harrison brought his sword down on Roger.

He raised his gun vertically, using the barrel to block the attack.

Roger: Look who’s talking. What’s the big idea, not using your gun?

Harrison, who usually relied on his gun, was wielding a sword today.

Because of that, Roger was finding it harder to predict his moves.

Harrison: I just figured a sword would give me the upper hand here… so I left my gun behind.

Harrison: Honestly, it’s stranger that you’re sticking to that rifle of yours.

Roger: As long as I can keep you on your toes with this rifle, that’s all I need.

Roger: I’m only interested in measuring the physical abilities of the cursed.

In that instant, Harrison’s sword movement shifted—from a sweeping slash to a sudden thrust.

To respond to the sudden change, Roger adjusted his gaze… and met Harrison’s eyes.

Harrison: That bit about just wanting ‘to measure physical abilities’—that was a lie, wasn’t it?

With a sly grin, his sword slashed against Roger’s barrel, only to be pushed back.

Roger: Well, well... I thought I was being careful not to meet your eyes, but I guess I couldn’t fool you after all.

A dark shadow suddenly darted between the two.

Ellis: So, Roger… you want to become the strongest man and make Kate happy too, don’t you?

Ellis mercilessly brought his knife down on Roger, forcing him to instinctively block the strike that came from his blind spot.

Roger only managed to pull it off because he barely caught the rustle of Ellis’ clothes.

Ellis: If you’re not just here for data, then I’ll come at you seriously.

He aimed his knife at Roger’s rifle.

Ellis: Hah…!

His attack sent the rifle flying, landing in the corner of the training hall.

Ellis: ….Now you’re out of the fight.

With that, Ellis closed in on Roger, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

However—

Roger: Too naïve.

Roger’s fist struck Ellis squarely on the underside of his jaw.

Ellis: ….gh!

Ellis leaned back with the punch to lessen the impact, but he still took the full force of Roger’s powerful uppercut.

Roger: Come at me. I’ll take you down with these fists alone.

Harrison: …That’s more like it.

Harrison steadied his breathing and aimed his gun at Roger.

Roger: …What the hell? Didn’t you say you left it behind? So you had a gun all along..

Harrison: You know I’m a liar, don’t you?

The men will keep fighting as long as they remain standing—until only one is left.

[Chapter 3] [Masterlist] [Chapter 5]

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Nicaaa! 😭💔

[evilmenshoe80]

For the Adam x Mika AU : How does Lilith get into heaven in the first place, like what would be their deal if Michael doesn't want any of the previous Eden trio around his wife?

And how do their children feel about the Queen of Hell being there? What's worse if she tries to tempt Adam to go down there as well (I mean they're probably told stories about them by the other angels would be pretty interesting to see some protective scenes of them being protective of their mom or dam).

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffff i'll be honest, I don't have a concrete idea of how lilith ends up in heaven in this AU, lilith won't be exactly a villain in this story since the main idea is that while no one is 100% innocent neither they are totally evil (except roo, she's terrible, watch out from her)

Of all the theories that run around the fandom about lilith being in heaven, I personally like the one where she has too much diferences with lucifer when it comes to sinners and redemption and she decides to go to heaven and make her own plan to help her people, lilith is the first sinner (at least in this au) so she can relate more with them while lucifer sees them as ungrateful selfish beings that choosed to do bad with his gift "cough"eventhoughhe'sveryselfishhimselfandgaveapowerfulgifttonewbornbeigns"cough"

Michael doesn't want lucifer or adam's ex-wives near him, yes, buuuuuuuuut if it's adam's choice to see them there's very little he can do about it

but that doesn't mean he'll hide his disdain xd

the reaction of their children about lilith will depend, some of them would be absolutely terrified, they have heard horrible things about her while others would be more curious than scared

will she try to temp adam? mmmmmmm who knows

[cranberrymoons]

OH MY GOD YES under/unnegotiated/unacknowledged (?????) TPE buddie.....buck keeps looking up at eddie with his beautiful glimmering guileless blue eyes and it makes eddie feel like he can do anything - and Buck will just follow Eddie's lead and let Eddie put a glass of water in front of him and cancel his plans and take him home and eddie just wants buck to keep looking at him like that, like he's solved world hunger when he tells buck to take off his shoes and help him set the table. Well then buck slides down between Eddie's legs and lolls his head on Eddie's big solid thigh. And Eddie puts his hands in his hair. And they dont say anything, and buck nods off a little down there and wakes up to a drool spot on eddie's thigh and they're both SO horned up. But also crucially: neither of them thinks that this is anything but natural and it doesnt occur to either of them to ask a single question abt it

yeah!!!!!!!! yes. exactly. this is the vision. they don't even have a word for what they're doing, but they are doing it consistently and it is mutually beneficial and that's all that really matters 😌 eddie's working an overtime shift and so buck is being lazy and doing takeout for dinner and he sends eddie a screenshot of the doordash menu without any context and eddie just responds "burger medium no mayo, send pics" and buck orders it for himself and sends a 100% innocent selfie of himself taking a bite of his burger. and eddie has to genuinely white knuckle it not to go jerk off in the bathroom at work like. i cannot stress enough how much this is FREAKY shit that they're doing.