#not as flashy as expecting it'd be

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Oh...!"

Susannah supposed that made the most sense...it was the easiest, most believable fib he could give to his parents, especially considering how enamored they were with the idea of their boy finally settling down. She was sure they'd have all sorts of questions about her "family" and the time he spent with them when he returned, but she had faith he'd be able to come up with a good cover story for the both of them.

"I...I do wish you were meeting my family," she found herself saying aloud before she could stop herself, as she continued to gaze out the window: She didn't have much of it, granted, but she still wished he could've met them nonetheless, particularly her father's side of the family.

"I...I wish you could've met my father," she lamented quietly, as the familiar New Orleans surroundings began to fade away as the sun continued its ascent into the sky. "He...he would've loved you, I think...he'd have admired your...compassion, your good heart, your grace...I think you two would've gotten along very well.

I'm sure my ma would've liked you too...I-I don't remember her much, but...I imagine she woulda liked you a lot. She probably woulda welcomed you into the family with open arms."

[outerhills]

introducing insatiable!kook reader

she's not exactly the nicest; only when she doesn't get her way that is.

smart-mouthed, gorgeous, wealthy and unattainable. no one could even get close enough to see the sleek perfection of her french tip nails, or the shininess of the flashy necklaces she often wears.

not a hair out of place, her clothing tailored to fit perfectly, the maintenance often costing a pretty penny.

the type of girl who replaces something even if it only has the tiniest smudge. clean and sleek, kind of like patrick bateman, except she isn't as insane; just particular.

she likes pink things, money, cranberry juice, fur, expensive heels, her instagram feed...money. shopping with her is never dull, she tends to overspend...other men's money. why would she spend her own money when she's pretty enough for men to drop money at her feet?

and remember when i mentioned her unattainability? for the most part, yes.

however--she doesn't exactly hate rafe, but she'd refuse to reveal her likeness of him, until she couldn't help it eventually. it'd take actual commitment on his end for her to fully embrace how she feels about him. he's attractive, also has money, and is slightly incredibly insane.

while rafe does feel the same attraction, much of it has to do with how selective and untouchable she has painted herself. he feels making her his own is a challenge, and he's willing to accept it.

"your birthday is soon--how about a bahamas trip," he'd ask, to which she'd roll her eyes and retort, "already been, try again."

"birthday dinner?", "yawn, thats expected."

"just tell me exactly what you want; or i'll have to fuck that attitude away," "as if i'd ever let you touch me," "keep telling yourself that."

and she couldn't help but smirk. he was right, but he'd still have to work for it.

[robolvrr]

I love love looove the way you write!! I'm 22- and i wanted to ask about your Headcanons for a bi bumblebee.

He's always been proud of looking good, so maaaybe you could give him an opportunity to show off? A car show, or maybe a car wash could be fun.

hot motor oil ☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

hahaaa fffkxzkdk. bet! you speaking my language, anon.

bumblebee x gn! human headcanons.

warnings: suggestive/nsfw. exhibitionism, praise, voyeurism.

bumblebee when on earth at his prime is cocky, playful and a thrill-seeker.

while the inability to vocalize is a sore subject, he's never been insecure about his appearance. he's considered very attractive wherever he goes, cybertron and otherwise.

much to optimus's disapproval, he takes the time to find the newest speedsters to scan regularly throughout the decades.

while he's particular with what automobiles he claims, there's a clear taste for flashy, fast horsepower.

he adores weaving between traffic, secret drag races, because the racers and humans react. it's either anger, frustration, awe or jealousy. makes his chassis get all warm knowing that just being in his alt-modes gains attention without applying much effort.

the thing is though - he does. constant buffing. avoids mud like the plague and never gets insects stuck in his grills. his bumper never gets scuffed and he might have found a car wash or two with easy on the optic workers who gladly accept fat tips and rub between his panels and exterior with feather light touches.

they don't look too much through his tinted windshield or question the pink fluids collecting near the drain when he zips off.

when he meets you, he's almost shaking when he learns of your hobbies.

a mechanic? and you spend hours in your garage just.. fixing up cars?

his spark stutters one day relaxing in your detached shed, as you mumble under your breath with your ungloved fingers coated in oil with the popped hood of an '99 ferrari, tongue licking sweat off your top lip so slow he has to lock his tires not to accidently skid the concrete.

"mmm, there ya go. shiny and just as gorgeous. bet i could go on a real fast ride with you now, huh?"

"kkkrrtt! my chick do stuff that your chick wish she could — chhhtk — krrrz!"

"oh my god, bee, please — hey! do not leak in my garage baby."

he has never made his attraction for you quiet.

it's difficult to course through radio signals in regular conversation but you always look so charmed when he chirps out song lyrics you know, so chatting you up during repair sessions is frequent.

once his leash has been loosened some and you're teetering ripping back the veil of platonic and more, you let him know the other aspect of your interests.

he stares at the shiny poster in your hands, watching you animatedly explain just what a "muscle car show" was. his brow ridge raises. okaay, you got his attention.

while you didn't expect to win (which he rolled his optics to because really, this is him you're talking about), it'd be fun. it would only last a few hours. all he has to do is sit still and look pretty.

look still and look. pretty. his flaps flutter, proud. damn straight he's pretty.

when you roll him to the flat plain one saturday afternoon, his wheels look brand-new and his hood has signature, thick black accents.

even has that "new smell" to him, rubber flawless and paint with that glittering coat.

fancy little bastard managed to get some butterfly doors. you coo between his engine revving he's being such a little show-off.

what he didn't expect was the constant attention to be so distracting. it's warm and there's an internal message to start blasting his cooling fans because his temperature is starting to up a tick.

there's so, so many cars. yet he's fully in the center, which means at times he feels like he's being surrounded.

bumblebee takes a gander while he plays some old rock softly to cover the fizzle of his motor, eyeing the classics and more modern bodystyle frames.

almost beeps when you bend down to show a man his chrome mufflers. your hands run along his rims and he's starting to feel.. funny.

"damn. how'd you get such a sexy car?"

"ahh... magician never shares their tricks. wanna feel the inside?"

cue the radio shorting out, because suddenly his doors are unfolding and men and women alike start to crowd him, cooing and taking pictures.

the sensory overload from curious palms smoothing over his dash? you lean into him to adjust his mirror and cheekily grab the clutch. his engine roars.

"you know. i never thought i'd say i fuck a sports car but jesus, you've outdone yourself... oh, cmon, how much you selling for?"

"my bumblebee? girl, i ain't ever putting him up for sale. he's my sweet stallion."

his processor is humming. angles his frontal mirrors as you keep teasing him, even going as far to spank his bumper slightly before bragging about the genuine leather interiors and letting his admirers lounge inside, encouraging them to ask questions.

exhaust slips from pipes as he tries not to let the electricity cloak his frame suffocate when you press a silky smooch on his window. the kiss-mark looks like it's been left behind on foggy, shower glass.

is it a shocker you win? nope. easiest $5K of your life.

there's a final round where you get to drive him around a lap so motor-enthusiasts can gander a final time. he's almost thankful the announcements echo because you're leaned over the wheel, chest pressed up near the horn.

"you like that? you did so fucking good."

"tcccthtt -- whoa, baby you're killin' me! "

"aww, don't get shy. there's a warehouse four miles west from here. take us there. i wanna thank you."

his speedometer breaks when he drifts right out and down the highway, wind zipping back your hair as your laugh cackles out ajar windows.

pure nsfw.

the golden-black charger rumbles down the highway. it's minimal interference, though the turn signal never flashes and it's difficult to see any drivers or passengers inside.

pebbles pluck up and ding the exterior, which is such a shame, because it's such a pretty car!

however, that isn't on anyone's mind at the moment.

bumblebee tries not to hydroplane, because it'd be stupid dangerous and it's not even raining. but you're a tsunami, a distraction of disastrous proportions. your hand is shoved down your shorts and you trail down your tummy before the straps of your underwear twist.

it's a wildly salacious position. your right leg is hiked up on his - your - dash. your left hand rubs vigorously while the right squeezes his clutch and rubs the silver button positioned at its knob.

his engine snarls. his radio glitches and you can hear the rhythmic churn of metal buzzing and gurgles that suggests he's trying to speak.

"yeah? yeah? such a pretty speedster, bee. f-fuck. you're so hot. you're the best."

"breeep!"

"awww, haha -- nnf, did you just honk?!"

the opening to a dilapidated hanger lingers on the horizon. he bulldozed through gravel and rolls up his windows fully to avoid any flying in your face. your hair is messy and both of your feelings are floundering, the beat of your heart loud in your ears.

he can't erase any of this. those wet cries have his intake salivating with lubricant.

there's a wet spot on the driver's seat and he's almost mad that he can't lick it off.

transforming mid-kneel, you're gently shoved out and his servos snatch at you like a toddler with a toy. his bright, blue gaze edged needy when he's pawing off your clothes and manhandling you to get up on his lap.

his pedes scratch against the concrete for purchase. he's whipped. he's so fragging on edge. all the compliments, all the comments, all the touching - he's gonna overload.

let's just say you two aren't getting back to base for the night. especially not with that wry grin on your lips, before you rub down his body like melted rubber.

robolvrr 2024.

[romanreignsbae]

Crazy for you - R.R

SMUT

You finally finished getting ready, after a few hours of pampering yourself to the best you could. A steamy shower, deep cleanse, full skincare routine, and full face of makeup, it was all well deserved. It didn't happen to often for you, especially not recently. Not with your demanding ass job, or the split you and your ex husband endured.

So when you finally had time off to yourself, it was always appreciated. Looking in the mirror one more time, you stepped out of your house and into your car. Driving off to a new local restaurant that just opened in the past week. You knew it'd be packed, however a busy atmosphere for a first date always works well.

Stepping out of your car you can see your date is already here. You could see his flashy ass car a mile away and you never understood why he'd spend so much money on something so awfully hideous. You walked into the restaurant taking in the fresh loud atmosphere.

"There you are! Almost thought you wasn't gonna show!"

Actually, you really weren't gonna show. But he didn't need to know that. When Jackson from work asked you out, you almost immediately said no. But after recently splitting up with your busy ex husband, you needed something to distract yourself.

"Yup! I'm here!" you tried to sound convincing, but deep down you would rather be laid up in bed binge watching some random ass show.

Midway through a evening full of Jackson making stupid ass jokes, you trying to laugh, and you almost getting up and leaving, you decided to head to the restroom. For a break, specifically a break from this fool.

Walking through the luxurious restaurant, walking turn after turn to find the restroom. You took about 10 minutes in total of stalling by reapplying your lipgloss in the mirror multiple times, you decided it was time to go face your ‘date’.

Swinging the restroom door open, you immediately walk into something as hard as a rock. Almost tripping over your heels your caught by feeling strong firm arms wrapped around your waist.

Looking up you saw the one person you’ve been attempting to avoid. Your now ex-husband. Roman Reigns.

Dressed in a sharp black suit, it was almost certain enough to assume he was on a date. You felt a spring of jealousy cross your body.

“Didn’t expect to see you here..” you muttered the words sharply while looking up at him.

Roman looked down at you amused, his arms never leaving your body. He looked handsome as ever. Roman never had to try hard to attract female attraction, so it was really no surprise he was already on a date after the split you two just went through barely a month ago.

Now to be fair, you were on a date too. But you just needed an excuse to get outta the house. He was definitely looking for a woman to take home with him.

“I didn’t expect to see you here either. Guess we think alike..” he chuckled. He saw the jealousy clouding your face immediately.

“What are you doing here anyways?” your voice piqued with curiosity.

“Business dinner. What about you? Dinner with the girls?” he replied confidently. A rush of relief came across you.

“I’m actually on a date..” you said cockily. Making Roman jealous was never hard to do, and him being jealous would satisfy you heavily.

“Oh are you?” he chuckled bitterly. Mission fucking accomplished bitch.

“Yeah I am, he’s pretty great you know..” you replied smiling like a schoolgirl. His face now had a deep scowl placed on it.

“I actually better get back to him know, don’t wanna keep my man waiting” looking down you grabbed his arms to remove them from around you.

Beginning to walk away, he moved in front of you, his 6’3 frame towering over you.

“Your man, huh? You moved on real quick” he said with a hint of anger in his tone.

“Yeah, I mean what can I say? I didn’t really move on from anything cause ya know, there was nothing to move on from in the first place” you said.

That was a low blow. But, you didn’t quite care. “Okay, well i’m gonna go..”

Walking away from your ex man back to your new “man”, the satisfaction of seeing him angry felt amazing. But your words deep down made you feel terrible.

Looking back at him once you saw he was already on your trail. Nervousness overcoming you, you picked up the speed. Walking faster to get back to your table.

“Sorry that took longer than intended!” you said cheerfully. If Jackson was gonna be good for anything it was using him to make Roman jealous.

He smiled at me before replying. “That’s alrig-”

“Really? This prick is your new man?” a new familiar voice entered the convo, you looked up to see a pissed off Roman.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jackson replied angrily. Who was this hothead messing up his date?

“Her fucking husband you imbecile. Now get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass” he said while grabbing Jackson by his collar. This grabbed the attention of those sitting by us. Gasps and murmurs were shared.

“Roman! Stop it!” you got up trying your best to push Roman off Jackson. A man his size wasn’t gonna budge against lil old you.

“She doesn’t want you anymore you fuckin-” Jackson couldn’t finish his sentence before Roman punched him square in the face knocking him out.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you run out of the restaurant running as fast as you can even with your heels slowing you down. You know exactly who was gonna be following you to your car.

Rummaging through your handbag, the one gifted to the man you once loved, you were trying to find your car keys.

Finding them unlocking the door as fast as possible, a hand on your back stopped you in your tracks.

Already knowing who it was by the thick scent of the familiar cologne in the air. You didn’t waste a second turning around slapping him across the face. A look of shock spread over his face which was quickly replaced by a look of regret.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? You’re such a fucking pysco-” you were cut off by him full lips smashing onto yours.

First attempting to push him off with no luck, you then melted into the kiss aligning and molding your lips against his perfectly.

This is what you always wanted. The attention from him. The whole reason you split up with him was so he could get his head outta his ass and realize he wasn’t showing you, his own wife, enough love and affection.

Both of you pulled back at the same time, gasping for air. His face showed remorse for you all over it.

“Baby, i’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t wanna do that but I had to. I love you too much to see you with another man and I know I wasn’t the best husband to you but I finally see my mistakes and i’m trying to change for you. I miss you so much and-” you quickly shushed him by kissing him greedily.

“Ro, take me home with you. I miss you so much.” you mumbled against him. His lips pushing against yours harder.

“I need you so bad” you added.

“Fuck that, I ain’t waiting till we home” he said with a small smirk. He opened the backseat of your car pushing you both inside.

Placing you to sit on his lap, your legs laid on the outsides of his beautiful thick thighs you love.

He was kissing your neck harshly while he fondled your back trying to unzip the mini dress you had on. Successfully unzipping your dress he freed it from your body.

“You’re so beautiful babygirl” he mumbled against your neck. Moaning softly to the feeling of his kisses moving lower and lower, you were truly in heaven.

“Please just fuck me baby..” you exhaled. He smiled softly at you before freeing himself of his belt and boxer briefs.

“I gotchu baby..” he said while lining him up with your entrance. Feeling his mushroom tip push into you, you both moaned at the pleasure you both hadn’t felt in so long.

“I missed feeling you inside me, Ro..” you murmured before once again moving your lips to his.

“Yeah? Show me how much you missed it then..” he said before pushing you down on his dick. You then gave yourself time to fully adjusted to the stretch of him being fully inside you.

Once you’d adjusted, you moved up and down at a pace you could handle. “Just like that baby, just like that” he said into your neck.

“It’s so good baby!” you chanted. It had been so long since he’s been inside you.

“Yeah, you missed me inside this tight pussy, didn’t you baby?” he grunted while thrusting up at a rapid pace. You could no longer think straight anymore, You were completely dickmatized.

“I-I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even get the words out before you fell into pure ecstasy. Roman began speeding up his pace chasing his own orgasm.

Grunting loudly he filled you up to the brim. You laid your head on his shoulder no longer being able to support yourself. “I love you baby” he said softly while kissing your temple.

“I love you more..” you whispered back before falling into a deep sleep in the arms of the man you love.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Birthday Plans - Charles Leclerc

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warnings - smut near the end, nothing too hardcore

The bright sunlight streaming through the curtains of yours and Charles' bedroom window disturbed Charles, and gently ushered him awake. He turned onto his side, expecting to see you lying beside him. Much to his disappointment, you weren't there.

"Baby?" he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the silence of your apartment. That was odd, he thought, since he hadn't noticed your departure. Normally, he would feel the temperature drop beside him and the bed would shift slightly, but he hadn't even realised.

Wanting to find you, he reluctantly pulled himself out of the warm and cozy confines of your bed, and padded through your apartment to find you. As he walked through the hall, he spotted random pieces of confetti sprinkled about the floor.

That was when it dawned on him. Checking his phone, he saw what day it was. 16/10/23. He couldn't believe that he'd actually forgotten that today was his birthday, and he realised exactly where you were. He also couldn't believe that you had let him forget.

For the past three years since you had been together, you had made his birthday the biggest deal of the year, without fail. Whether it be organising the biggest party he had ever been to, fully comprised of all of the people he loved and cared about on his yacht, to a quiet day in with his family.

This year, he had asked for nothing too over the top, since he just wanted to spend the day with his favourite person in the world. "My love?" he called out again, but he didn't expect a response. The double doors through to the kitchen were closed, which was odd, since you usually left them open.

Opening them, he was greeted with the loud pop of a confetti cannon, and a shower of red confetti. "Happy birthday baby!" You shouted as he walked through the door. Charles gazed around at the balloons stuck to the walls and lying on the floor, and plenty of birthday banners plastered about the room.

"Thank you, my love," he smiled, pulling you into a hug.

Turning out of the hug, you stepped over to the kitchen table, before skipping over to Charles and placing the party hat atop his ruffled locks. "Seriously?" he asked with a cocked brow. "Obviously, the birthday boy has to wear a party hat!" you playfully scoffed, putting one on too.

"Well thank you for all of the effort, sweetheart, I appreciate it," he told you, pulling you in for a kiss. Even if he was certain you enjoyed the thoughts of his birthday more then he did, it was always made a better celebration when you were planning it.

He wasn't looking forward to the fact that he was turning a year older, he was looking forward to the bright smile on your face when you got to show him whatever you had planned. Despite him telling you over and over that you didn't have to put so much effort into it, you always ignored his protests and did it anyway.

He always put effort into making things special for you, so you thought it was only fair that you did the same for him at any given opportunity - even if he didn't allow much room for someone other than you to be spoilt.

You just enjoyed the day that you got to celebrate him, since he was always celebrating you and you were able to make him priority for this one special day.

"Would you like to know what I have planned for today?" You asked, leaving your arms linked around his neck as his stayed on your waist. "Yes I would, I want to hear what you're going to do to try and outdo yourself," he told you.

"Well then you might be a bit disappointed, it's not very flashy" you winced, knowing this year's plan wouldn't be as extravagant as those of previous years. "I don't need it to be flashy, baby. You know we could do nothing and it'd be a great use of time spent," he said.

"So, I have invited Carlos, Arthur, Pierre and Kika over for some drinks and maybe some games, y'know, fun stuff," you explained, hoping he would like the sound of it. "Now that is my kind of night," he smiled, gently kissing your forehead. 

"I'm glad you think so,"

—

"Does anyone want another drink?" You asked, hopping out of your seat and looking around at the group of people sat around you. "Y/N, I can get them, you sit," Carlos offered, but you shook your head.

"I'm already up, but thanks," you dismissed, collecting empty glasses that wanted to be filled. Charles watched intently as you were running around, playing hostess. You were making sure everyone was well taken care of, and he could see you pacing around the kitchen, making sure everyone got the drink they wanted.

He was mesmerised by the way your dress clung to you in all of the perfect places and he was infatuated by the way you moved. You brought through the numerous different drinks that everyone wanted, and Charles noticed that you didn't have one when you sat down.

"Are you not having one, my love?" Charles leant in to ask while the others talked about something that you weren't quite listening to. "No, I've had two, so I'll stop there," you smiled, not wanting to get too drunk.

"Come on, have a bit of fun. It is my birthday, after all," he said, giving you those puppy eyes that were too damn irresistible. "Fine, I'll have one," you caved instantly as a triumphant grin spread on Charles' face. That was the grin that came out when he'd gotten his own way.

You went to stand, but a firm hand on your shoulder pushed you back down into your seat. "Sit, I've got it," he said, standing and disappearing into the kitchen. He was back shortly after, handing you a glass with some sort of clear, bubbling liquid inside of it.

"What is it?" You asked, sniffing it to try and discern what it could be, to no avail.

"Drink it and I'll tell you," he smirked. You took a sip, and you still couldn't quite tell what it was. It was slightly bitter, but the edge was taken off by a hint of sweetness, and it tasted faintly of some sort of berries. "That is very nice, whatever it is," you told him, drinking some more.

Suddenly, that triumphant grin appeared on his face again. "I knew I'd get you to like gin and tonic at some point," he chuckled, winking at you. 

"This isn't like the stuff you've been giving me," you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

"It's the one Arthur brought, it's in the kitchen if you want more," he smiled, taking your free hand in his and intertwining your fingers together. "Y/N, have you still got Twister?" Kika tipsily giggled. Her, Carlos and Arthur had been drinking slightly more than you, Charles and Pierre, so they were all rosy cheeked and giggling a lot.

"I sure do," you smiled, going over to the cabinet and producing the colourful box of the beloved game. Kika clapped, and Charles looked downright mortified. He was never a massive fan of the game, but he liked to see you have fun, so he allowed it.

"Ok, so we'll do the Leclercs' vs the rest of us,'' she said, and you were slightly confused.

"Four on two? How is that fair?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"You're technically a Leclerc, so you play with Charles and Arthur," she smiled, and Carlos and Pierre smirked at Charles. "You might as well be at this point," Charles muttered, smiling at you. Without anymore deliberation, Kika leapt up and set the plastic mat out on the floor.

"Charles, pick your challenger," she said, gesturing towards Pierre and Carlos, who were both reluctant to play - but it was all in good fun. "Carlos, you're one of the least flexible people I know, come on," Charles said, pushing himself off of his chair.

As the round went on, you span the spinner to see what Carlos would be doing next. "Carlos, left foot red," you laughed, looking at the tangled mess that he was in. His arms were crossed, and he somehow had to get his left foot under the entirety of his body to reach the red dot.

"It's not possible!" He complained as he tried to stretch his leg underneath him. As he groaned in discomfort, everyone was just laughing at him. Charles, who was also in a pretty compromising position was laughing too as Carlos' limbs collapsed beneath him and he clattered down to the floor with a thud.

"That was impossible," he huffed as he led on the mat on the floor as Charles stood and stretched his arms and legs out. "Good game, mate," Charles cockily grinned, offering a hand out to Carlos to help him up.

"Yeah, whatever," Carlos chuckled, hoisting himself up with Charles' help.

"So that is 1-0 to team Leclerc, Arthur and Pierre, you're up next," Kika smiled, straightening the mat out for the next round. Pierre and Arthur both groaned, reluctantly standing out of their chairs and standing beside the Twister mat.

Unfortunately for Team Leclerc, Pierre bested Arthur, leaving the game on your's and Kika's shoulders. "Y/N, you and me, let's go," she challenged, kicking her heels off to the side.

"Oh it's getting serious now," Pierre teased as he had to miss the flying heels that were coming in his direction. "I don't like to lose," she smirked, pointing at her boyfriend.

"Neither do I," you countered, leaving your heels beside Charles' chair as you stood to challenge Kika. "It's 1-1, let's see who can come out on top," Arthur said like he was presenting a football match or something. "Wait, so you're telling me we could have just let these two do it and our rounds didn't matter for anything?" Carlos asked.

"Yes," you nodded, and you watched the poor guy's face just drop.

"So I didn't even have to go through the pain and suffering that I went through?" he asked again, and everyone started giggling at him. "Sorry Carlos, the game is the game," Charles laughed, and Carlos looked dejected. "I am never hanging out with you guys again," he scoffed with feigned seriousness.

"Sure you aren't, Carlos," Arthur said, receiving a playful punch on the arm due to his comment. "OK, you two, OK, Y/N, right hand blue," Pierre instructed, flicking the spinner with his finger for Kika's turn.

You had your back to Charles, so you bent over to place your right hand on the blue circle. Your dress only barely covered your ass, and it took every ounce of self-control that he held in his being to not find an excuse to get you into any room in the house and have his way with you.

But, he had to remain a gentleman while your friends were there - even if he was going to find that incredibly hard. Especially when you looked as good as you did. He had to avert his eyes and look anywhere in the room but at you, but he was struggling immensely.

Thankfully for him, or not so much, his sinful thoughts were interrupted by Pierre giving you the instruction to put your left foot also on blue. He had dodged a bullet there, but Twister was most certainly going to send another huge one flying at him.

"Are you kidding me?" you exclaimed a few rounds later, as your left hand was supposed to go on the nearest yellow, which was underneath Kika's back. The problem with this was you were doing a crab over Kika, so you wouldn't be able to balance. "Just give it a go, you'll be fine," Carlos collared, loving seeing you two in a compromising position too.

By some miracle, you managed to balance yourself whilst still hovering over Kika. "So the next one is..." Pierre dragged out as he slowly spun the spinner.

"Pierre, hurry up!" Kika squawked, and you wanted him to hurry up too. Your muscles were aching as you held yourself in place. "OK, so, Kika, left foot green," he said, and all she had to do was stretch her leg out by one circle. "Y/N, right foot blue,"

"If I do this, I will flash you all, so look away," you tipsily laughed. Normally you wouldn't have done it, but there was alcohol running through your veins, so the logical and self-preserving part of your brain wasn't in full working order.

Arthur and Pierre averted their eyes, but Carlos looked for that second too long. "Carlos." Charles scolded as the Spaniard defensively held his hands up. He wasn't being disrespectful, he simply reacted too late.

Charles couldn't take his eyes off you, spread out all pretty for him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat. His resolve was crumbling, and he was counting down the seconds until everyone left you alone. As soon as that door was closed, his hands were going to be all over you.

"Kika, left hand-" Pierre started, but her limbs too gave in under her. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were able to stand up, and your muscles were aching. "And team Leclerc win!" Arthur exclaimed, raising his arms in celebration.

"That was a tough one," you sighed, high-fiving Kika as she took a seat next to Pierre. There weren't any seats left, since Carlos had sat on the floor before Twister started. "Y/N, sit here, I can move," Arthur offered, noticing how there weren't any seats left.

"No, no, you sit down. I can sit on the floor," you dismissed, walking to Charles' side and attempting to sit down. "Absolutely not," Charles said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you onto his lap. You draped your legs over the side of the chair as your arms comfortably wrapped around his neck.

His hands found their perfect position on your waist as you leant your weight onto him. "My girl doesn't sit on the floor, especially not on my birthday," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

His words sent tingled up your spine, and you had to repress a shiver as you sat with him. "Can we do a round of this?" Kika piped up, snatching the Five Second Rule from the shelf beside her, and everyone audibly groaned.

"Just one round, please?" she asked, and you all caved in and thought it could be fun.

"Charles." You stated, tilting away from him as you looked at the car in your hand.

"Baby." he responded, intently looking at you as he waited for you to read him the prompt. "Name three vegetables!" you told him, turning the 5 second timer upside down as it made that strange noise. "Carrot, pea..." he fumbled, his brain short-circuiting as he couldn't think.

"Carrot!" he exclaimed as the timer ran out. For a second, everyone fell silent, and Charles looked utterly confused. "Carrot pea carrot? Name three vegetables and you say carrot pea carrot?"

"That's three vegetables, isn't it- Oh shit," he said as he realised what he had done. Everyone started chuckling, and you were just flabbergasted. "Carrot and carrot are the same vegetable, Charles. I know you don't cook very often, but I'm sure you have the ability to know that carrot and carrot are the same thing!" you ranted, and everyone was crying of laughter.

"Baby, there's no need to make it personal," Charles chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "There are so many different vegetables in this world, and you name two of the most basic ones, and one of them twice. You adore pasta, and you have forgotten about the humble tomato. Maybe a pepper?" you carried on, and Carlos was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry," he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You simply rolled your eyes at him as everyone calm down. "Carrot pea carrot my god," you muttered, and Charles chuckled at you.

As the six of you talked and sipped at the remnants of your drinks, you slowly shifted on Charles' lap to get more comfortable. "That is a dangerous game, baby," he said lowly in your ear. You couldn't help but shift a little more, as his hands braced on your waist to keep you still.

One of Charles' hands steadily moved along the inside of your thigh, his fingertips tracing the skin. He was getting dangerously close to you, as his fingers brushed over the thin lace that was the final barrier between him and you.

"Hey, later," you winked at him and you pushed his hand away. There was no chance you'd be able to keep yourself from being calm and inconspicuous if you let him do what he wanted to do. You wanted it, but you would never be able to live down the embarrassment if anyone caught you.

You all talked for another hour or so, and they all stood up to leave. You hugged everyone and waved them out of the door, and you were glad the night was such a success. You had enjoyed yourself, everyone else had enjoyed themselves, and -most importantly- Charles had enjoyed himself.

Once you had closed the door, you picked some glasses up off the tables and took them over to the sink to wash them. You couldn't be bothered to wash them now, so you just left them in the sink. You were putting away some of the bottles into the cupboards, and Charles appeared in the doorway.

For a moment, he just let himself watch you. He had behaved for the whole night, but now his resolve had fully crumbled and he rushed up to you. "Hey, you-" you started, but were abruptly cut off by him pressing his lips to yours as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter.

The marble was cold on the backs of your thighs, and it sent shivers through your body. "You have been driving me crazy all night, you know that?" he told you between kisses. You could taste the alcohol on his lips as his kisses became more aggressive, more desperate.

"I probably could have guessed that," you smirked against his lips, running your hands across his chest and over his shoulders. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress over your thighs and hips.

As your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, you saw the hunger in his eyes. The pure lust. "Just because it's your birthday, you can do whatever. You. Want," you whispered, and you knew you could have just gotten yourself into something dangerous. 

"Well then that makes this easier," he smirked, his lips ghosting across your neck and down your chest. "I have been wanting to do this for hours, but you just had to go and make things difficult for me, didn't you?" he playfully scolded, gently nipping at the skin on your shoulders.

The white fabric of his shirt was sent fluttering to the floor as you slid it off and over his shoulders. Your hands moved to his belt next, but he effortlessly tugged your wrist away. "Not yet, I want to see you squirm for me first," he said, slithering his hands up the sides of your thighs and to your hips, his fingers hooking into the flimsy slithers of lace that sat there.

He slipped the garment over your thighs and down your legs, discarding them to the floor just like his shirt. Charles looked at you with those big green eyes, keeping them locked on yours as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His eyes still trained on yours, he placed a hand on either knee and spread your legs as he slotted himself in between them.

"God have you been this wet for me all night? I would have sent everyone home earlier if I had known," he smirked, placing soft kisses up the insides of your thighs, nibbling on them every now and then. You shuffled closer to the edge of the counter, hoping he would take the subtle hint.

"So desperate for me, but I'm feeling nice. How could I make my gorgeous girl wait?" He teased, kissing dangerously close to you. You were desperate for it, he had gotten that completely right. You were positively throbbing for it. Without another word, he licked a thick stripe up your dripping folds.

You leant back against the kitchen cabinets, tangling your hands in his hair as he kept your legs split open with his hands. Every now and then, he would attach his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerve endings, just to keep you on edge. His tongue teased your entrance as you tugged on his hair even harder.

You pressed your hips into his face as he smirked against you. "If you wanted more, all you had to do was ask," he told you, sucking and nibbling on your clit as you moaned out in pleasure. It was like sparks of electricity pulsed through you every time he made the slightest movement on you, and it was becoming almost unbearable.

"Fuck, just like that," you mewled, running your hands through his hair again. He kept on licking and lapping at all of the right places, and you felt like a volcano was going to explode inside you. "Shit, baby, I'm-" you started, but you were cut off by him slowing his movements.

"You close, my love?" He mumbled, running his tongue over your clit again. You were so sensitive, moaning with every movement he made. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to form full words without moaning out. Charles knew you were close as he carried on teasing you with his tongue.

Just as you were about to come undone, he pulled his mouth away from you and kissed you on the lips. "You really thought I'd give it to you just like that? You made me wait, now you've gotta wait too, it's only fair," he mocked with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"Baby," you whined, looking at him with those eyes that told him everything he needed to know. You needed it, and you needed it badly. But, he wanted to hear you say it. "Beg for it, baby. Tell me how much you want me. How much you need me," he instructed, sinking back down to his knees again.

He planted excruciating kisses on the insides of your thighs as he waited. "Please," you whispered, jolting your hips forward, desperate for the extra contact. "I can't hear you," he dismissed, nipping the soft skin of your inner thigh.

"Please, Charles," you groaned, louder this time.

"What are you saying 'please' for? What do you want?" He grinned, adoring the control he had over you right now. "Please, baby, I need to cum," you practically shouted, hoping it was enough for him.

"Oh you need it do you? Do you need me then, my darling?" He teased.

"I need you so bad right now, I'm aching for it baby," you grovelled, and that was like music to Charles' ears as he came closer and closer to you. "That was exactly what I needed to hear,'' he told you, diving straight back into you. His tongue circled your clit perfectly, and the extra pressure you had been so desperate for was being granted.

"Is this good, my love? Is this what you wanted?" He mocked, tasting the neediness on his tongue.

"Fuck, yes," you moaned, tipping your head back. Your breaths were short and shallow as you felt yourself crumbling. "I'm going to-" you began, but Charles pressed your clit that tad bit harder, and you felt a tingling wave of pleasure wash over you as you cried out for him.

He stood back up, aggressively kissing you as you could taste a mix of yourself and alcohol on his tongue. But, the taste of him was far more intoxicating than any alcoholic beverage could ever be. It ran through your veins and made you drunk on pure lust, and it felt better in every conceivable way.

As he kissed you, Charles thought over where he could take you. He didn't want to keep you on the counter, but your bedroom was far too far away for how much he needed you now. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the empty dining room table, and it was the perfect option.

He held his hand on your bare ass as he carried you over to the table and sat you down on it. He slipped the remnants on your dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him as your nipples pricked up in the cold. "Fucking hell, you're so goddamn beautiful, baby,"

He stole yours lips with his before you could say a response, and he wasn't in the mood for waiting any longer. You could sense his neediness, slinking your hands down to his belt and unbuckled it. He didn't have any protests as he kept his hands on the sides of your face, holding him there as he kissed you.

You pushed his pants down to his knees, and he couldn't be bothered to kick them off - he didn't need to, anyway. Charles pushed your legs further apart with his knee and stepped impossibly closer to you. "You ready?" he asked, despite the fact that he already knew the answer.

"Yes," you breathed as he gently eased into you, and the feeling of him filling you up was like pure ecstacy. He gave you a second to get acclimatized to the stretch before slowly starting to rock his hips into yours.

The feeling of you wrapped around his cock was unlike anything, and it sent straight euphoria surging through his veins. He touch every inch of your insides as he moved, the tip of his dick hitting that one spot that nobody else seemed to be able to find with every thrust.

You didn't know where to put your hands, so caught up in what he was doing to you. You linked them around the back of his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you came closer and closer to release.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" he groaned, hands gripping onto your hips so hard you were certain they'd leave bruises there in the morning. But you didn't care. "My girl is the sweetest in the whole world, and her body is perfect in every single way. It's like you're made for me, baby," he rambled as he picked up his pace.

His head was spinning as he leant in and peppered random kisses all down your neck. He was addicted to the way you made him feel and the way he made you feel.

He could feel your legs start to shake, but your walls were already clenching around him. "You close again, baby?" he spat through gritted teeth, rutting his hips into you harder and harder. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to formulate full words. 

The feeling of you combined with the sweet sounds of you moaning for him sent him over the edge, and you dug your nails into the flesh of his shoulders as you came with him. As you both rode out your highs, letting the tingles slowly fade away, you clung onto him. 

The room fell silent, before Charles broke the quiet with a, "Thank you, my love. You're amazing, and not just at that, of course," he softly chuckled, holding you in his arms for a moment. 

"Happy birthday, baby," you smiled, leaning into his embrace as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "And this has been the happiest of birthdays for me. Yes, I love the yacht parties, but a quiet night in with my favourite people is all I need," he told you. 

You sleepily smiled at him, holding your eyes open as you looked at him. "Are you tired, my love?" he cooed, looking at your half open eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair was all puffy, your lips red and puffy from how much he had kissed you. 

There were small red marks over your neck and shoulders from where he had gently nibbled at the skin as he gently ran his fingers over them. They were just small reminders of who you belonged to, even though there was no doubt in anyone's mind of who that was. 

"Yeah, but we can stay up. Whatever you want," you said, suppressing a yawn. 

"We can go to bed, I need birthday cuddles," he said, hoisting you up into his arms like a bride on her wedding day. "You get cuddles every night, what makes them different because it's your birthday?" you giggled, clinging onto him for dear life. But, you knew he would rather die than drop you. 

"I don't know, they just feel more special when it's on my birthday," he explained, dropping you down onto your bed. He threw a hoodie from his drawer at you, before slipping some sweatpants up his legs. 

Just as Charles hopped into bed beside you, you remembered something. "Shit, how could I forget?" you scolded yourself, scrambling out of bed and into the kitchen. 

"Baby? You alright?" Charles asked, wondering why you had disappeared so quickly. 

"Close your eyes!" you told him as you stood outside the door. Charles did as he was told as you walked into the room, trying not to drop what you were carrying. "Happy birthday to you," you started to sing as Charles opened his eyes. "Happy birthday to you," you continued as you perched on the bed beside him.

"Happy birthday dear Lord Perceval, happy birthday to you," you finished, completely off key. Charles saw the very poorly done Ferrari logo on the top of the cake, the prancing horse appearing to have three legs and his eye was very wonky. In the top corner, you had hand-piped a list of all the races he had won, as well as your favourite podiums of his. 

"Blow out the candles," you told him, moving the cake closer to him. The orange flames on the 2 and the 6 were extinguished as he blew them out, unable to wipe the goofy smile off his face. "When did you make this?" he smiled, taking the cake out of your hands.

"Yesterday when you were out with Arthur," you told him, glad he had noticed that you had made it. "I know it's a bit shit, but I tried,"

"I prefer this to the actual one any day of the week," he said, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of the cake. "It's perfect, thank you baby," he thanked, looking at the cake again. 

"Happy birthday, Charles," you said again, and you both hoped there would be many more to come. 

A/N - Tanti Auguri to the love of my life, and the guy who makes everyday that slight bit easier. Forza Ferrari, and Forza Charles Leclerc 💖

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[eggcats]

Radiostatic fic, where when Vox is watching the hotel prepare for the Extermination and is like “they're going to FIGHT?!” he (internally) freaks out and decides to use the opportunity to try to get a deal out of the princess of hell himself. After all, he has the tech to fight - Angelic Security - it'd be remiss of him to not offer it to the princess and raise his status over that old timey prick!

–

“Vox, you of all people know that Angelic Security shit is a scam. Get your ass back in the chair.”

“Nonsense, Velvette! It's simply…untested. And what better way to beta test its worth than by using it against a direct assault from heaven?”

“If you die, I'm taking your room.”

–

So he goes over to the hotel to offer his help.

(Vaggie tries to stab him when he asks for a deal in exchange, and he doesn't know why he's so desperate to help, so he decides to offer it free of charge).

Alastor tries to veto it entirely, citing how all of his technology is both flashy and useless, but he's outvoted by Charlie. (She doesn't trust Vox, nor does she believe in his tech, but she's not in any position to not accept help where she can get it - at worst, she figures it doesn't work and Vox abandons them).

Alastor and him ignore one another to the best of their abilities - they're both too busy (and stressed) to even really bother with their normal hostilities. The most they do are just a few snarky lines whenever they cross paths, but overall it's fine. (Vox will absolutely not admit to himself that it's kind of nice to not be at each other's throats, for once. They've even had to work together once or twice).

So now Vox is struggling to help the hotel with the oncoming assault, and convinces himself that he'll be long gone before any real danger arrives - he's only here on the off chance they survive to up the status of the Vees. (Totally no other reason).

Except. He doesn't leave the night before, and surprises even himself by showing up ready for the fight.

And the fight actually seems to be going really well! (Vox refuses to acknowledge being impressed by Alastor’s shield, even to himself).

But then. Not too long after the shield breaks, Adam appears. And Vox doesn't understand why he feels like his heart has stopped for the second time. He does his best to ignore it, but then Adam effortlessly kills Pentious and all he can think about is the same thing happening to Alastor.

(He can't die like that loser, I'm the only one allowed to kill him! There's no way that pretentious angelic prick took him down!)

When Lucifer finally arrives to take down Adam, Vox disappears. He will find Alastor, because no one but him is allowed to kill him. He refuses.

Vox finds where Alastor was injured, but with him not being there Vox knows there's only one place he'd go - his radio tower. And he's right! He finds Alastor, alive! (Vox does not admit, even to himself, the blatant relief that goes through him).

Alastor does his best to defend himself, assuming that Vox is there to end him. However, Alastor is barely functioning and despite his best efforts, Vox isn't deterred.

–

“I'm here to help you, asshole! Let me see that injury so we can fix it, and then we can try to kill each other!”

–

Vox refuses to take no for an answer, and does stitch up Alastor's injury. (Vox cannot believe Alastor even survived it).

He succeeds in closing his wound, and ends up looking like he's lost a fight to a badger - covered in scratch and bite wounds. Vox complains about it the entire time, but he's secretly relieved Alastor is alive enough to not take his help lying down.

Anyway, after his help, Alastor finally gets himself ready to return to the hotel. (When he first stands up, he falters and tries to catch himself with his staff - obviously it fails with it broken - and Vox catches him instead. They refuse to look at each other as Vox helps Alastor leave his radio tower and walk back to the hotel).

It's not until Alastor asks Vox how long before he can expect to be on the news that Vox realizes he has no intention of letting anyone know that Alastor is injured. (Alastor obviously doesn't believe him, but Vox does keep quiet about it. He doesn't even tell Charlie when Alastor does his best to keep it from her, as well).

It's not until they arrive with the brand new hotel, Lucifer being present, and everyone recovering after the failed Extermination, that Vox realizes he intends on staying at the hotel, even without his original excuse.

(He needs to make sure Alastor recovers, after all).

[nalyra-dreaming]

I'm still amazed at how Sam managed to play like the five different versions of the same character (Armand's version, louis's, claudia's, dreamstat, real!Lestat) while keeping the essence of lestat in all of them but making them slightly different. This is insane! Not to mention speaking a large part of the episode in French, the language in which he's not fluid.

There is this opinion that he only got noticed because he's the more flashy, loud and in your face type of character but there's so much nuance and subtlety in his acting that is often overlooked. Like the Armand's version has dead eyes and the real Lestat had more gentle tone of the voice. It makes me sad to to see Sam acting abilities being downplayed just because he's white and people are upset over something beyond his and AMC's control.

Everybody is panicking that this may be Jacob's last chance at nominations but i actually think it may be Sam's too? There's no guarantee that s3 will be a success and we know how difficult it's to be nominated as the lead actor from the genre show, the fact that they even got nominated at all is a miracle? Both Jacob and Rolin said that they don't care about Emmys and other awards and i think most of the cast have the same attitude. Of course it'd be great if they were recognized for their hard work but i think that they treat it more like an extra bonus not something that they're expecting. They're definitely not crying over it like some people in the fandom seem to think.

I think going by the numbers of "Long Face" that s3 will be a success :)

I mean, TVL has never been adapted before - IWTV has. Now it's better :), but that doesn't negate that there are parts of the book fandom, who have waited for this adaptation - for decades. And yes, I include myself here.

If they do it right I don't doubt that it will be a success.

But it's not just about s3 - this show has finally breached awareness containment.

And that is such a huge possibility. This show has the potential to go BIG (and I hope they will), because all of the cast, crew, writers give it their all. Because they all deliver something extraordinary.

Because it is so extraordinary it breaches from horror to drama for awards.

Now, I don't expect them to actually get a lot of awards, and not because I do not want them to :)

But a lot about the awards is influence and money, and AMC is not the network to push there. Which is fine, I'm glad IWTV is on AMC, I bet it would have been canceled already if on Netflix, and AMC obviously gives them room to dare.

Awards would be the cherry on top, yes. Rolin said that they don't particularly care for that.

But... The nominations are acknowledgment.

And it feels so GOOD to see this show acknowledged.

[ebonyslasher]

Sorry if this is to specific

But can you do a thick user with demon slayer men? And when I say thick i mean like a pear body shape wide lower body parts and stretch marks I just don’t see a lot of writers do this body type

It's not too specific at all! Honestly, you could even give more detail than that and it'd still be okay. I chose the guys, since you didn't include which specific men you wanted.

Pear-Shaped Thick!Reader with Demon Slayer men:

Tengen Uzui

"What a flashy figure...!"

Tengen is enchanted by your looks. Your hair, skin, and fashion were so distinctive from the area. He was bored with the Meiji era standard of beauty. How were you going to be flashy if you looked standard?! He finally found another person that would understand his plight.

As expected, he's quite vocal with his appreciation. How could he NOT be? You were cool and extra fine; someone worthy to be apart of his harem.

"Y/N, you're just as stylish as ever!"

"Whoa! Be careful throwing that flashy figure around, you might just make people faint!"

The people he's referring to is his wives. They are also avid fans of you. What? You thought he would faint? And miss looking at that awesome body of yours?

He certainly did not want to miss seeing your smooth skin, enriched with lovingly patterned strikes that covered your cute hanging stomach, ass, and thighs. He bit his lips at the thought of touching your soft body. Cuddling with you would be heaven on earth. You were beautiful and beginning to be a wonderful possible addition to his marriage.

Giyuu Tomioka

Characteristically, your shape is not the first attribute Giyuu noticed. He paid more attention to your face and how you acted during your introduction. Once his attraction to you becomes more apparent over time, that's when he pays attention to your body.

He's overwhelmed. How could he handle all that? He isn't a confident man. The only time his confidence shows is in his fighting and training, slightly. Not in romance, much less sexual interactions. He employs a secret style training...calls it Sex Breathing. It targets his arms, hips, and legs in order to handle your bottom heavy size.

One time, he accidentally watched you when you were changing. It was a small moment before he forcefully turned his head away. But Tomioka did not miss that you had stretch marks adorning your thick thighs. Giyuu became addicted to the memory, wishing he could have had the audacity to watch you fully undress.

Your figure could not be hidden by your clothing, much to his combined glee and chagrin. He loved that he could see it, but hated that others could enjoy your lovely figure too.

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei, respectable and pious as he is, privately succumbs to his dirty thoughts after you both start dating. He'd felt your bottom heavy figure against his body after the first hug. The feeling of that soft stomach and thick thighs stuck in his memory. The hulking young man begins to pray.

"Kami, as these straying thoughts plague my mind, i must ask that the gods keep me afloat. But, I must thank them! Only they could construct a being such as Y/N! I will not ignore this obvious blessing to my life!"

Gyomei will not make it known of his thoughts on your figure, keeping his comments to himself. He makes the effort to not make you uncomfortable, not wanting to scare you off. Once you let him know that it's okay, he is more free with his thoughts.

He strongly desires to hold you daily, his hands ache to travel down your pear-shaped figure in glee. You felt so soft. Gyomei wanted to cuddle to feel his hard muscles against your supple form. It's always a blessing when he's able to. Each time is more magical than the last.

Gyomei, selfishly, makes you describe your stretch marks to him. As poetic as possible, to paint the perfect picture in his head.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It was rough journey getting past Sanemi's tough exterior. Many times you wanted to give up on your odd pursuit of this mean ass hashira. But, it was obvious his act protected himself and others, albeit extremely harsh. You knew something sweet lied past that facade.

And your intuition was correct. After you broke him down with your endless flirting, he started to bite back. In his own special way, of course. It starts with:

"I'm not staring!"

To

"Just cause you're shaped like that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want."

To

"Sometimes looking at you calms me down...but excites me in a different way.."

Sanemi felt drunk whenever he was with you. The sight of you makes his heart race. Your pear shaped figure was something he could not ignore. Trust and believe, he has tried many times. It was as if your body called out to him, instructing him to look. Much to his embarrassment, it did not take long for him to relent to the voice and stare. He was always in a different plane of existence when you came into the room. It annoyed him to no end.

Sanemi was speechless when he first laid eyes upon your unclothed form. His eyes gravitated up and down the electric marks that blessed your appearance. You had never seen him so affected.

[shiggyssillyworld]

Hii! I'm not sure if you write gore but please can I request Sanemi and Uzui (if you only do one character per req then Uzui please) treating an injured Reader <3 Also idm if you are only comfortable with minor injuries but if you want to please could you do something pretty serious or life threatening (I love angst I'm sorry)

Alrighty I got you babes 💋‼️

TW! ⚠️

Gore and mention of life threatening situation.

A/N: I tried to make this as close to realistic or canon as possible. I also only did tengen because no matter how hard I tried to think of a good plot for the angry chihuahua I literally just couldn't 😭🙏

Summary: you were sent on a mission with them, and y'all ended up bonding quite well, but the demon y'all were after made a presence and you ended up getting injured severely. What will they do?

You stood outside of his estate, your crow had told you to come here and wait for him. This felt so strange, going on a mission with a hashira. You can't embarrass yourself you just can't. Mid thought and that's when a voice chimed in. "You know, ya don't look very flashy when you're standing there and haven't even introduced yourself..." He said his tone was teasing and filled with mockery. Although his face was boredly staring down at you.

'My my he is tall' You thought to yourself, giving him a bow out of respect "[Name] [L name], I am looking forward to this mission with you, sir!" Wow. You just made yourself look ever more stupid. "uh.. huh? Well let's make this quick shall we, We have tons of people to save and we have to do it in a flashy way!" He said like some narcissist on crack, he was flexing his muscles, and doing dramatic poses like if he didn't it'd kill him.

Now it was your turn to look at him like he was on something. "Yes of course! Flashy..." I said trying to sound just as enthusiastic but I looked normal standing next to this guy. "Now miss [L name], let's see just how well you are at keeping up, hm?" And just like that he was gone, and you felt so glad your crow already told you the direction, and that's when you yourself took off following behind him.

"You know, when I heard what a hashira was, I didn't expect them to act worse than children." I mumbled to myself as I pretty much played catch with someone the same age as me.

He laughed at what I said, and my heart froze but my body continued to move swiftly through the forest. 'Did he hear me?' I asked myself as I stared ahead of me as his much larger figure almost elegantly moved through the forest.

'I wanted to save up my stamina for the mission, but I think I'll be able to rest a little bit' I said before quickly catching up to the hashira before me. "So, I've told you my name, but you haven't told me yours." I said now completely behind the man. He turned around, he seemed a little surprised that I was now behind him but he didn't seem to say anything. "Uzui tengen! I'm the sound hashira and the flashiest!" He said continuing to even do dramatic poses in the air.

This time, it was funny and I couldn't help but laugh at his foolishness. He gave me a shocked and almost offended face. "Are you laughing at my flashiness!? You're just jealous because of how handsome I am!" He said flexing his muscles once more and I couldn't help but laugh again.

Me and tengen talked the entire time and got along very well, it was like he was my older brother. He stopped suddenly and so did I. "what's going on?.." I whispered to him, but he put his hand up as in telling me to not make a sound. He seemed to be listening intently to our surroundings.

After some time he grabbed the hilt of his sword prepared to attack and as I went to reach for mine as well, he quickly turned around and went to yell something, but I could hear was a ring in my ear, and my body go slump. I felt numb what was going on, and why couldn't I hear anything and I could barely breathe, and I was coughing out blood but from what...

Tengen with ease of course since he's hashira was able to slay the demon, he quickly ran back to your aid. But when he saw you his eyes went wide.

The demon had managed to punch into the left side of your rib, puncturing your left lung, you were struggling to breath and you were coughing blood like crazy, but you had no reaction. (Your wound is open and he can see your ribs and lung.)

He ran to your side and stared at where he had hit you. He looked around and found some sticks, and took his uniform off. He quickly slowly pulled some of your rib bones out and positioned them to normal then taking the sticks and placing them in to help support the bones before wrapping his uniform around her frame so she doesn't bleed to death. He immediately ran to the direction of the butterfly mansion, he knew it couldn't have been far he recognized these woods quite well.

After a few more minutes he had made it to shinobus estate, quickly barging in and looking for shinobu. "Shinobu!?.. where are you!!?" He called out in a panic, his eyes darting everywhere until she came into view.

"My my, what happened to her?"she asked her voice calm as usual, but she quickly turned around, her hand waving signalling him to follow, making her way to an empty room.

Uzui placed her on one of the beds, where shinobu took over and requested him to leave since she'd have to take the girl's uniform off. Uzui insisted he stay for a few minutes but finally gave in and walked out of the room.

Hours go by and uzui just couldn't stop pacing back and forth. He felt like this was his fault, he didn't even understand why he was so worked up about this, you were a regular demon slayer and it's normal for people to die through this line of work. So why..

Shinobu walked out and noticed uzuis pace, she herself was a little curious as to why he was acting so strange. "Tengen?" She called over to him. He reacted immediately and ran over there. "Is she okay!?" He said his voice filled with worry and panic.

"She's fine, make take her some time to heal but other then that she's all good!" She said reassuringly. "May I go in?" He asked his voice less strained and more relaxed. Shinobu nodded her head allowing him to enter the room.

He walked in and looked around a few times before finally entering the room and walking over to her bed. "How ya feeling, kid?" He asked sitting on a chair beside her bed.

I heard uzuis voice and perked up a little looking away from the ceiling and where he was sitting, I smiled. "Well other than the huge scar I'm gonna get, and being completely stuck in this room for a while... Better then being dead I guess!" She laughed extremely softly as to not hurt her lungs.

Uzui seemed to smile at that and nodded. "Yeah way better, you're a strong kid.. I wasn't able to see you go into battle but you survived a fatal blow and that.. is flamboyant.."

I seemed to smile a little brighter at his words. "Thank you, it's much appreciated. I'm truly sorry for not being able to help with the mission.." I apologized, my smile fading a little and my eyes darting way from his.

He placed his hand on mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze shaking his head no. "don't apologize, it wasn't your fault.. I, Myself, A hashira! Was even caught off guard with the surprise attack." He explained kinda dramatically like he was in some drama film.

"I wanna see your fighting skills one day, I want you to become my tsuguko! Don't feel pressured, think it over and when you've made your decision I'll be waiting for you at my estate! You're a damn fine slayer and you'll be a damn fine hashira too, kid!"

I couldn't contain the big smile that crossed my features and the way I looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "I'd love to!" I said immediately, I went to lift myself up, but stopped myself a little when A rush of pain shot through my chest.

"Don't move, you need to heal.." He said worriedly as he slowly helped me to lay back down, I could only admire him and his gentleness. He was different when he wasn't so up his ass..

"So when I heal, just go to your estate?" I asked him my eyes slowly closing, A small smile plastered on my face. He could only smile in return and nod. "Yep, and if I'm on a mission just inform my wives and they'll welcome you with warm hearts, they're the finest women in the world!" He said happily, I could tell he loved bragging about his wives.

I nodded and finally succumbed to sleep, my body finally relaxing....

The ending is up to y'all, whether she's just sleeping, going into a coma, OR she dies right there. Either way it's your imagination, and if someone would request one of the three endings I'd be more than happy to write about them (separately)

Anyways tootles hope you enjoyed <3

Lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in future stories!!

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Epel Felmier - Rabbit Wear Vignette

"A little bummed, I guess?"

[Clock Town]

Deuce: Alright, so let's start heading back to Rabbit National Park.

Epel: I'm glad we all found some good souvenirs to bring home.

1. Yeah! 2. That was fun!

Silver: Maybe it's because of the festival, but it was packed with customers everywhere we went.

Deuce: I mean, it is our annual White Rabbit Festival after all. Usually, this town's pretty quiet.

Epel: A quiet town, huh…

Silver: What's the matter, Epel?

Epel: Nah, I was just thinking that the atmosphere here is way different than I thought it'd be.

Deuce: It's different than you thought? Just what kind of place did you think Clock Town was?

Epel: I was expecting a town covered in graffiti, with broken windows everywhere.

Deuce: THAT'S NOWHERE NEAR CLOSE!?

Epel: …Remember how I told you back at the school cafeteria that I have relatives that live close to Clock Town?

Epel: I heard from those relatives that Clock Town was riddled with delinquents.

Epel: That's why I thought that there'd be modded blastcycles racing around the town, or fights between rival gangs, or something.

Deuce: Ah… So that's what you mean.

Deuce: I mean, it's not like we have zero bad actors, but it's not like they're just fighting in the streets all the time.

Silver: I see. That is good.

Epel: I'm… a little bummed, I guess?

Deuce: What, why…?

Epel: I thought if some punk came at us, I'd show 'em what for.

Silver: So you were looking to protect us. You have a good sense of justice.

Ortho: I don't believe I sense any inkling of wanting to protect us in Epel Felmier-san's statement there.

Epel: …Hm? L-Look at that!!

Grim: Funyaa!? What is it? Is it a bad guy!?

Epel: Deuce-kun, there's a blastcycle parked over there! And it's modded out like crazy!

Grim: Oh, is that all. I thought there was gonna be a fight or somethin'.

Deuce: Oh, you're right. Let's go see if we can take a closer look!

Epel: Yeah!

Deuce: It's got a different cowl than the standard makes. It's a lightweight cowl made for racing.

Epel: They have those wide tires to help with friction! And they're semi-slick with shallower grooves!

Epel: The brake and suspension has been swapped out, too! It's been completely race tuned!

Silver: …I have no idea what he's saying.

Grim: …Me neither.

Epel: This is awesome! I can't believe a blastcycle this cool is just sitting here in town like this!

Deuce: I told you that that there's a ton of blastcycle parts shops in Clock Town, right?

Deuce: That's why it's not strange to come across a lot of tuned blastcycles like this.

Epel: So I was right that I'd get to see modded blastcycles here, then. I'm so happy I got to see one in person.

Epel: One day, I'm going to buy my own blastcycle and totally trick it out.

Ortho: Are you going to customize it for racing like this one?

Epel: I mean, it's crucial to try to push the limits of the max possible speed, or increase handling, yeah.

Epel: But before all that, I want to make it look cool!

Epel: I'd change the front cowl into a super flashy and huge rocket cowl, and put on a seat with a real high back…

Ortho: Eh? If you increase your drag, that'll slow you down.

Epel: I'd swap out the handlebars for these super long and bent down ape hangers…

Ortho: That'll lower your maneuverability.

Epel: And I'd paint dragons and tigers on it and really make it stand out!

Ortho: This isn't a practical modification at all… Is this what they call "romanticism"?

Ortho: I can comprehend wanting to focus on the exterior, but I can't understand why you would sacrifice performance for that.

Epel: Hmm… So, I guess it's impossible then.

Deuce: Like hell it is. I think that'd be super cool.

Epel: …Right!?

Deuce: It's be super neat to draw flames on the tank, or paste decals on it, too!

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I knew you'd get me, Deuce-kun!

Grim: …They're really getting fired up about it, huh.

[Clock Town]

Ortho: Oh. There's a blastcycle over there, too.

Epel: You're right! Man, I'm so jealous, there's so many cool blastcycles all over Clock Town.

Epel: Back home in Harveston, I'd never have even laid eyes on a modded blastcycle.

Deuce: Really?

Epel: Yeah. I mean, there's not as much younger folk there, in the first place…

Epel: So there's not many people riding blastcycles anyway, let alone modded ones.

Epel: Back in middle school, there were some tough-lookin' guys, but it's not like they'd ever cause any huge problems, or anything…

Epel: When it comes to blastcycles and delinquent culture, I studied a ton of TV shows, comics, and looked stuff up on the internet.

Epel: I was so surprised that such a world existed… And I was so enamored by how cool it looked.

Deuce: I see. I had a similar sort of phase, so I think I get what you're saying.

Epel: …I have another dream besides modding my own blastcycle.

Silver: What kind of dream is it?

Epel: I WANT TO GO ROARING DOWN THE STREETS ON MY BLASTCYCLE ALONGSIDE MY FRIENDS, ALL IN MATCHING LEATHER JACKETS OR WINDBREAKERS!

Epel: I totally think that it'd be much more fun to ride with friends, rather than just by myself.

Deuce: While flying your crew's colors?

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I bet it'd be so neat to go riding down a winding road at dawn with everyone, too!

Grim/Ortho: …

Silver: ?

1. Cool!

Epel: Right!? You should ride with me one day, too, [Yuu]-san! Epel: If you don't have a blastcycle, then you can ride behind me!

2. I don't know if I get it…

Epel: Eehh!? Really? I thought that'd be super cool, too.

Deuce: That sounds real fun! You gotta invite me when that happens!

Epel: Of course! It'd be a blast riding with everyone!

―After the conflict with the Black Bunnies

[Clock Town – Clock Park]

Everybody: …

Deuce: I'm ain't gonna forgive a single one of those Black Bunnies…

Silver: There is no way we can lose this Rabbit Run Race.

Ortho: Yeah. We're definitely going to win this!

Deuce: Yeah… Everyone, sorry for dragging you into this mess.

Epel: What are you saying, Deuce-kun!? I'm super looking forward to this!

Deuce: You are? Why?

Epel: We're all wearing the same kind of costume and we're going to run together…

Epel: This is the exact kind of situation I've been dreaming about!

Epel: I mean, it's not a blastcycle race, and sure, these outfits don't really scream "cool."

Epel: But these punks are the worst delinquents in this town, right? I'm getting really excited.

Deuce: So, rather than nervous, you're excited? You're making me feel a little better, Epel.

Epel: It would have been perfect if we could run carrying the Night Raven College colors.

Deuce: It's great you're up for it, but… Don't freak out and run from the Black Bunnies at the last second.

Epel: Ahahah. Even if the scariest of all delinquents were to show up, I'd never do something that uncool.

Deuce: I DON'T THINK A DELINQUENT THAT SCARY'LL SHOW UP!

Epel: Really? But even if one was participating in the race, I think we could beat them, don't you?

Deuce: …...Heh, yeah, you're right.

Epel: I DON'T CARE WHO WE'RE UP AGAINST, WE WON'T LOSE! 'KAY, WE'RE GONNA RUN WITH ALL OUR MIGHT!!!

Requested by Anonymous.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I can't design or draw properly, so I'll try to explain in detail how I imagine Tenko's pro-hero suit:

First of all, he dresses mostly in black in honor of Eraser Head and Nana Shimura. One of them is his favorite pro-hero and the other is the pro-hero who inspired them to join UA.

Although he does wear black to pay tribute to his biggest inspirations, there's a deeper reason to his choice. With such a dangerous quirk, Tenko was assigned as a rescue specialist. He should avoid fighting at all costs. He's also been encouraged to create new alternatives for himself, which he did.

Tenko's priorities as a pro-hero are endurance, adaptability and stealth. His motto is that if you can resists long enough, you can beat anything.

Black is the color of those who don't want to be noticed until it's too late. Perfect to blend in and perfect for someone like Tenko, who relies on the fact people normally don't pay attention to him. He's been told he looks really creepy, more like a villain than a pro-hero. Tenko doesn't really care. There are a hundred other flashy heroes with equal flashy quirks to admire. All he wants to do are the jobs that no one else takes, no one else wants, no one else wonders about.

Tenko's suit covers him almost completely, from the elastic like high neck that covers his scratches to the boots designed to make his steps silent. He asked the base of his pro-hero suit to be made of a tight yet flexible material, with thicker parts to protect his vital zones. He relies on his speed and range of motion during attacks and rescues, so he needed a suit light yet resistant to any possible scratch or wound from debris and other objects around him. As a rescue specialist, he can't allow himself to go down. The suit is also designed so Tenko can decay parts of it without decaying the whole, in case of emergency.

The cape is what gave him his pro-hero name and the most distinguishable detail of him.

The inside of it is fashioned to look like the wings of a moth. Outside, it is black and fire resistant. On the inside, it has a kaleidoscope of pearlish hues of purple and red, with a plush feeling to the touch. Since his suit is already creepy (you'll see why), Tenko decided to add something to bring comfort to the victims in his rescue missions, something that would also protect them from the damage of a danger zone. The best secret of it is that the cape are in fact two pieces of clothing superposed at the collar, like a wing folding on each other. They are big enough for him to cocoon a person inside of it if he needed to.

Tenko doesn't use his cape often in battles. Most of the time, he's quick to leave it with the heroes managing the safety zone for the civilians to use or he waves them to call civilians to follow him.

When he uses the cape in battles tho, he's one of the most insufferable beings alive. Combined with his other gear, he shields himself from explosive or fire quirks with the capes, he obscures the field view of his enemies or camouflages himself for a sneak attack. He tries not to get them damaged, since the repairing / manufacturing process can last weeks and he'd be a bit defenseless 'til then.

From afar he doesn't look much different from the Tomura we know at the beginning of the manga: A young man dressed in black, mopey blue hair covering the scars around his eyes. It'd be very funny to see him evolve from an awkward teen in a "creepy butterfly suit" to an actual pro-hero who fills up the suit and the expectations.

If you need some visual reference, his pro-hero suit looks a lot like the outfit he used when he woke up on the War arc. The difference is that this one doesn't have the armor parts on the legs.

Now, my favorite part: hero gear and details!!!!!!

So far I think the suit is too simple. The cape is great, but I've already said he doesn't use it a lot, right? You know how the UA class 1A kids have special gear for special missions? Think of the cape as that.

The gloves are an obvious choice.

They're not to regulate his quirk, despite what you all might think. Tenko has perfect control over his quirk, he's grown used to using only four fingers and can switch without problem between safety mode and action mode, how he likes to call the four fingers vs five fingers grip.

The gloves are to protect his hands from the materials he handles during a rescue mission. He is often dealing with ruined sites full of glass and debris. He also comes in contact with multiple toxic elements or dangerous surfaces, such as the hot metal of doors, for example.

My absolute favorite hero gear is his belt, tho.

Since Tenko cannot fight using his own quirk (he must not decay the villains of course), he invented his own version of Aizawa's scarf:

Positioned at the extremes of a retractable chain, there are hands that work like grappling hooks. By throwing one hand at a certain surface (ex. maybe a windowsill or a balcony), Tenko can make that hand close around the object and attach the other extreme of the chain (the other hand) to himself, using the retractive function to move from one point to the other. Other usages range from the creation of safety perimeters on a catastrophe zone, restraining villains, catching objects far away from the user, to the ability to combine them to create webs capable of breaking the fall of a person, etc etc etc.

They're Tenko's primary tools both during rescue missions and active fights.

Compared to Aizawa's scarf, the chains are not as unbreakable and they come separately, instead of in one piece. Tenko shares with Aizawa and Nana Shimura the fact that he uses mostly his human abilities to fight, relying on their quirks only to take advantage of the situations. Still, Nana and Aizawa adapted their styles to make the most out of their usual territories (for Nana it was the skies and for Aizawa, urban sites).

The advantages of the hand chains include being able to use them separately, being more intuitive to use than Aizawa's scarf, actually being able to punch people lol and of course, being creepy.

Tenko has used them before to lure villains to his traps. By placing them strategically, it looks like there is someone around the corner or under the rubble. He has also used them as cupholders...

Unlike the hands we know from the manga, these open and close so as to mold their form to any surface. They don't have a golden base and the tubes covering the chains are transparent, with a finish that makes it shine like spiderwebs under the sun. They fist on Tomura's belt with the chain retracted, hanging on his sides, next to the back pouch that has his first aid kit and mask.

The general opinion is that the moth pro-hero is creepy as hell. He's pretty obscure, following the path of Nana and Aizawa, but it balances nicely Hana's popularity as the butterfly hero!!

Hana inherited the floating quirk from their grandma. She dresses brightly in yellow (taken from Nana) and purple (taken from Midnight) with details in black (to match Tenko). I imagine her cape being longer and butterfly-like, just one piece unlike Tenko's. She's probably a fight type, maybe more of an important side quick??? She is probably very popular because she's really pretty and daring.

Tenko and Hana are like the bugs pro-heroes lol.

Anyway, that's exactly how I imagine Tenko. It can look a little goofy at the start, just like when Izuku first wore his suit. Yet, combining the moth suit with Tenko's later white long hair and physique?? Now, that's the cryptid feeling I'm talking about.

[wrongcaitlyn]

With Apollo bound to come out with a new album at some point, would he ever return to the touring/concert aspect of singing? Or would he just stick to helping Nico out with those aspects, or even have someone else perform his songs for him/record a live music version so people could still sort of have that experience? And we already know that the listening party would be amazing 🥳

OKAY SO first yea i think it's pretty obvious by now that apollo will eventually come out with new music!!! (which i am SO extremely excited for, like his album has actually been on repeat over the past few months. it may be my favorite album from the entire tyt universe, sorry nico </33)

but as for tour, i honestly can't see himself ever going on tour again. it's two very conflicting opinions, because on one hand, he's a very flashy person and likes being under the spotlight! that's the entire reason he's going back into music after all, it's something he's always been very clear about. but on the other hand, he has some very bad experiences with being on tour, and even though he managed nico's tour and would be in charge of the tour himself, he'd still probably feel uncomfortable doing that sort of thing himself, and exposing *himself* in front of an audience again. he hasn't had all good positive fan interactions, hasn't had good experiences being on tour itself, and hasn't always enjoyed being on stage.

so that being said, i don't think i could see him ever returning to the stage as a sort of "eras tour" thing, and going back to singing his old music - one thing that i always thought of is that taylor has a connection to her old music, it's her life, it's the whole reason she decided to rerecord them in the first place. but in apollo's perspective, he's almost ashamed of the past music? not really, but it's not HIM. it's a facade, someone who he had been forced to act like, and he holds no personal connection to that music - he'd probably rather they be scrapped completely, but he can't do that.

so i don't think he'd ever sing any of his old songs live again, but i do think that smaller performances, possibly a festival, and maybe like an award show performance or something, would be done with his new music. things like the tiny desk concert, a small listening party, and some acoustic shows like nico's og haunted ones are some of the smaller things he'd do, but i also could see him headlining coachella or lollapalooza or smth!! it def seems like his vibe, and it'd also be less pressure of being an "entirely him" thing. i don't think he'd feel as expected to sing all of his old hits either.

i ALSO do think that he would release things like the voice memos that taylor does,,, except they're from all the way back in the early 2000s. when he eventually releases his new music, it's gonna be a blend of things he's written recently and stuff he wrote a long time ago. i think he'd feel some kind of pride in releasing those old voice memos/first drafts of songs and show that they really did come from him all those years ago!

so those are the things i could see apollo doing live, but i doubt that he'd want to schedule a full tour or anything - partly bc of bad experiences but also partly bc he's a full time dad! and even if all his kids r at college or having jobs, i think that will's heart attack also impacted him a lot. he doesn't want to be far away or traveling all the time anymore,,, and who knows,,, maybe he has a partner,,, bf,,, husband(??) that he'd like to spend more time with rather than touring <33

oh and he's running a record label and is still a full-time producer as well LMAO

thank u for this ask!!!

[splendsay]

COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Ch. 37: Light and Dark

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 37: Light and Dark

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 37/? WC: 96,103 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, canon-typical violence Chapter Excerpt:

You look like a fairy. A fairy princess, dancing about her garden kingdom -- carefree and wistful and altogether full of magic. 

You did something to your eyes. Darkened them. And your hair, you magnified it somehow.  Mussed it up in that perfectly imperfect way of yours. You look...alive. Alluring. Wild and unruly. Sultry, even. He never would've thought it possible -- for you to be any more beautiful.

But here you are. A rainbow come to life. A flower in bloom. Ruffling your skirts and throwing your head back, laughing as Soap twirls you by the hand in circle after circle. 

Ghost isn't a dancer. Neither is Soap, but he has the spirit -- the shamelessness that Ghost lacks. 

You, though. You are magnetic. Joy incarnate. A tornado that breathes life instead of taking it away. 

He shouldn't be surprised. Not anymore. But you always manage. You always surprise him. 

You'd dutifully begged him to join you on the dance floor when the reception had begun, Farah and Alex leading the way with a loud, flashy number. But he'd politely declined, horrified at the thought of you or anyone else seeing him move in such a way. No, he's more than happy to watch you from the sidelines. Taking in every detail. Committing every spin, every shimmy, every grin to memory. You keep checking in, though. After every song, you check in. 

Pink in the face, eyes gleaming, you stumble over to him. 

"You're sure you don't want to dance?"

"I'm sure, baby."

You pout each time, pushing your lower lip out. And each time, he kisses it away.

"Go on."

Rudy's been playing the gamut -- all the wedding classics. Ghost would be lying if he said this wasn't the liveliest party he's been to in years. Including quite a few pre-Rift years. And it's all thanks to you. This welcome respite. 

It's been a hellish week and a half -- an endless back and forth of logistics and maps and group assignments. Not to mention, the hours upon hours apart from you, despite sleeping under the same roof. 

But he's managed to keep an eye on you, watching you pull together something impossible and wonderful and momentous. He knew you'd outdo yourself. Expected nothing less. But he never would've been able to anticipate this. 

You've transformed a scraggly overgrown eyesore into something truly bewitching -- with a little help from Soap and Gaz and the others, sure. But you -- you have a way of doing this -- livening things. A crackling fire in the heart of winter. A single, bright star on a cloudy night. Ink on a blank sheet of paper. 

The whole atmosphere is very Farah -- and Alex too. Vivid swirls of violet and emerald and cream. A subtle, beguiling garden fantasy. You've captured their romance well with what limited resources available to you. But it's also got your name written all over it. Lovingly and tenderly. Seamlessly intertwined. 

He's more than a little glad the candles he set out before the ceremony seemed to please you. To add to what you created. He'd found hundreds of them stored in the kitchens one day while talking to Gaz about hunting plans, and had decided then to plan a little surprise of his own. 

He'd been waiting for you to come down the stairs tonight, nearly bouncing on his toes, eager to see your reaction. Watching your eyes light up as you took them all in -- it'd been painstaking work, laying each one out by hand, melting them enough to adhere to the surface of whatever he'd set them on, and then coming back around and lighting them. He'd burned through half a box of matches. 

But it'd been worth it to see those eyes. That smile. Worth every second. Every singed fingertip. 

"It's good to see her laughin'," Cap says softly from Ghost's left, glass of whisky in-hand. 

Ghost glances down at him, heart sinking a little. The Captain looks worn. Exhausted. Everyone does to a certain degree -- but Cap more than anyone else. He's worried about Laswell. Worried about managing the estate without her resources. Worried about you and the supposed cure. Worried about all of it. He's told Ghost as much over many a bottle in the past week.

Ghost swallows the lump in his throat, a grim feeling of discomfort settling in his bones. At his Captain's stress. The sudden proximity -- and the unspoken question now hanging in the air. He's been waiting for it, but he still doesn't quite feel ready. 

"Aye," he agrees. "It is."

Cap just wordlessly swallows a gulp of amber. The question looms heavy. Unwieldy. Precarious. 

He hasn't made an effort to hide it -- his feelings for you. Or the progression of your relationship. But he hasn't outright said anything about it. Hasn't openly admitted it or discussed it with anyone, except for those few shared moments with Soap -- and even then, it'd still felt like a secret. 

When he does admit it aloud, it'll make it real. And if it's real to the others -- suddenly it feels like... like it's at risk. To say nothing of the fact that it's...well...it's forbidden. If you're a member of the task force, a relationship with you is forbidden. Ghost has a few complicated feelings about that. A desire to protect you. An unwillingness to let you come to harm or to hurt. But an acceptance that you won't stand for a life on the sidelines. If it means he can't have you, though...he's not sure he's that selfless. 

"I don't intend to pry, Ghost," Cap starts, keeping his voice low. "Or impose any rules on ya. I think we're well beyond the point of any of that mattering. But....be careful -- for both your sakes."

Surprise trickles through him. This isn't the lecture he was expecting. 

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[romanarose]

What kind of car/vehicle does each of our boys drive? Especially Frankie, since he's our pilot/driver in the movie. And not asshole Tom, of course 😂

HIIII

thanks s much for the ask!

In Leather and Lace universe all the guys have their set cars but Idk if I stand by all that anymore?

I think Benny has a jeep. Not a nice jeep. He has the kind meant to go nuts on lololol. He's been hanging out the side on farmland more times than you can count and it stresses you out after watching hereditary but you won't dull his shine. If they went back for the money I can see his fr getting that mustang but then after seeing how much insurence is, sells it after ayear or something lolol. He's a goof but I HC they grew up poor on a farm so I don't think he's comfortable spending that money all the time.

Will you might expect a simple, sensible 4 door sudan but I see him in a standard SUV or Jeep type. It's big enough with racks on top to help his friends move tings <3 He's going to invest is something reliable and safe, even if it costs a little more. He might even go for a few flashy features if he thought it'd make his partner or kids happy, but really he's thinking practically.

Frankie has the same shitty truck he's had since he was 20. For some reason, and I'm including myself a lot here, the detail about frankie wearing cowboy boots is overlooked lot in fanfiction!!! I like to think of him being a little yeehaw. But old school yeehaw. None of that morgan wallen shit (sorry morgan wallen fans)

I think Santi is the most likely to get somehing flashy and stick with it. I think even outside the concept of getting the money back, he's doing pretty damn well for himself, judging by the fact he says he'll cover everyones flights abd paying for drinks. I think he's financially well off and is willing to indulge himself in a cool car. Maybe something older though, but still nice. Something to make heads turn a bit. He likes the attention.

[askthesupersisters]

What kind of training or exercise do you guys do?

"It's a bit embarrassing to admit, but I don't really do anything specific for training, eheheh..."

"Nicky does try dragging us into her workouts, but that works about as well as you'd expect."

"You dying on the floor?"

"... If you'd like to call it that, I suppose. It's... not inaccurate, to say the least...

"I do lift weights regularly now, though, seeing that my power does require a bit of physical strength."

"As far as I know, Paulina trains, like actually trains. Probably because her power is so...."

"Complicated?"

"Yeah... I wouldn't want her power if I were me."

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"Oh, exercises? Well, besides the training I already do, I end up... reading a lot. Botany, mostly. Knowing what plant species I'll be dealing with in certain places does help, and anyway, it helps with my ecology major and my work with Green Mice, so win-win!

"Hot take, but if anyone would not be needing any training besides like, gliding, it'd be Colette. Her power is basically the Fus Ro Dah from Skyrim! You don't need training to punt something five meters away from you, let's be real!"

"N-Nicky I don't know what that means..."

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fiiiinnneeee!"

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"My power's very flashy and destructive so uh, I don't really have a lot of places to practice in tiny Whale Island. One thing I do try is uh, fine motor control with my fire? Shooting fire in beams instead of in blasts like you'd expect with flashy fire powers? Mostly wind up training in the garage, but stuff gets really hot really quickly in there."

"You should be careful doing that, Pam. You never know if someone will walk in on you at the wrong time."

"Yeah, that's why I deactivate the suit once things get hot enough for me to have to open the garage doors."

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"Besides Nicky, I think I'm the one training with my suit the most often. Usually for about a couple minutes each day because any longer than ten minutes gives me a headache. It's... not an easy power to work with."

[kotaromita]

↕ ✓ ? bisexual memory that may or may nto have ahppened?

Toya and Kohane both looked serious (in their own meek way) as Kotaro entered WEEKEND GARAGE. "W-Welcome," Kohane said, looking at him expectantly.

"Hi," Kotaro replied tentatively. It was rather obvious something out of the ordinary was going on, but, well, when wasn't Vivid BAD SQUAD doing something like that? Seeing the same expectant expressions on Akito and An's faces, Kotaro sighs and slouches. "Why is this happening to me when I just happened to pass by?" he grumbles.

Beaming with positivity, An says, "Well, you're free, aren't you?" He can't exactly argue against that.

Knowing exactly how to get his way with Kotaro, Akito adds, "You're the only person we can ask. Please play the customer role, just for a while."

'You're the only person we can ask.' Kotaro's pride swells and he can't help but blush. "If...If you say so, then it can't be helped."

"Thank you! Um..." An says, blanking on his name. Akito just smiles at him blankly, watching his frustration flare.

"It's Kotaro Mita!" So, despite their manipulation tactics followed by treating him like a nobody, Kotaro sits down and plays customer for Kohane and Toya.

"Um...here's the water you ordered...!" Kohane says, bringing a glass of icy water to the table Kotaro is seated at. Her hands are trembling, making the ice clink against the glass.

Kotaro smiles at her reassuringly. "Thanks."

As she goes to place the water on the table, the shaking of her hands causes her to tip the glass over, spilling it. She flails around like a fish out of water. "Ah! S-Sorry, Oh no! My apologies..." She's so adorable it makes up for her partner having forgotten Kotaro's name. "Oh, uh...uh...I should wipe it off first um...um..." Kohane stammers, eyes sweeping the room for napkins.

"Kohane, calm down!" An shouts, even a little surprised at just how nervous Kohane is managing to get over this. They only had an audience of one, right now, after all.

Toya swoops in to give Kohane a chance to calm her nerves, wiping away the spill. He exudes class and poise despite the fact they're just in WEEKEND GARAGE. "My apologies. Did the water get on you, dear customer? I'll bring a new water for you immediately," Toya says. Kotaro feels a bit flustered himself at that. He knows he's just playing a role, but being treated with such regard makes him feel more like he's at a host club than a cafe.

"Y...Yes..." he stutters, caught up in the way Toya seems to sparkle this close.

"May I take your orders?" he says seriously. His face is as neutral as ever.

"I see..." Kotaro murmurs to himself. 'Let's do this one...given how his face is so stiff.' With a big grin of his own, Kotaro orders, "One smile!" 'Nice one, me!' he praises himself in his head. Toya would probably look even cuter if he was smiling.

"We don't sell such things," Toya corrects sternly. 'So serious!'

"No, no, I said that on purpose to make your expression more loose!" Kotaro explains, disappointed. He shouldn't have expected much differently, though. Maybe it'd work on Kohane?

"Is that so? It's not on the menu, so..." Toya says, perturbed. For a moment he discusses with Akito on how to improve his waiting service. When they stop, Toya seems incredibly focused, almost menacingly so. 'Huh? The atmosphere changed?'

Abruptly, Toya performs what can only be described as free-style acrobatics over to Kotaro before once again asking with a flashy grin, "Your order?" 'Eh...?' Kotaro can't even appreciate the nice, albeit forced, expression on Toya's face, too flabbergasted by the fact Toya just did a fucking flip in front of him while indoors. It was kind of awesome? But also, wasn't Toya unathletic? Did gymnastics not count?

Vivid BAD SQUAD continue to discuss methods of improving their customer service. Toya smiles, not forced, and Kotaro can't help but passively think 'Sheesh, it's pretty unfair that he's got talent and a pretty face.'

At An's advice of "Just see the customers as snakes!" Kohane approaches Kotaro again. Kohane smiles at him sweetly and it makes his heart skip a beat. It feels like the tension she felt the first time went away. Good. "Um..."

"Ah...yes?" Kotaro says, acknowledging her. Now he's the one who's stiff.

Suddenly, Kohane leans closer, expression fond. "Would you like to order the usual mouse? Or maybe you'd like two, given how you're such a glutton?" Everyone reacts with the appropriate level of shock both at Kohane's tone and the fact she just asked if he wanted to order mice to eat. If it weren't for that, Kotaro would surely be caught up in the way Kohane looked at him with such a handsome expression and said he was a glutton, affectionately teasing, if not for the...the mice thing.

Kotaro ends up leaving not soon after, bidding then farewell with a "see you later" before walking outside and away. He can hear the four cheerfully agree upon returning to practice. 'Do your best, everyone,' Kotaro silently wishes for them. Clearly Toya and Kohane weren't yet ready for that sort of work.

It was nice, though. Now he had yet another memory with Vivid BAD SQUAD, and finally one that wasn't about music. He admired and revered each and every one of them. It would be nice if eventually they could see him as a friend, more than just an acquaintance or ally. At the very least he got to see some interesting new sides to Kohane and Toya.