#please know i see each one of these and read them and it makes my heart so warm and fuzzy and overflowing with joy

[augustsblossom]

main mark grayson x full viltrumite fem reader, when reader is sent from viltrum after nolan failed to try and convince mark to join the viltrum empire but she ended up falling in love with him.

can you add some angst and fluff also a bit smut if ur comfortable pls.

thank you.

love this so much hope u like it !

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˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ main! Mark Grayson x fem viltrumite reader

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ a/n: forgive me if this is AWFUL I haven’t wrote fics in years so I’m still rusty and trying to find my groove again, this is also super short and rushed because again I’m just trying to get back into writing! If you liked this one I can def make a part 2 just lmk! Inbox me if you wanna see anything else <3 take care pookies mwah

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ WARNINGS: angst (not that good lol), swearing, annnddd that should be it

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ ALSO: please forgive me if I get anything wrong in this! I haven’t completely finished Invincible so I may have gotten some things messed up plus I’m not too good with keeping up with lore and information so pls correct me if needed! And this isn’t proof read but act like it is

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Nolan betraying Viltrium was the worst news the planet could receive. He was one of their strongest soldiers, but not strong enough to conquer earth? It didn’t make sense to the viltrumites.

They genuinely believe they were done for, so after finding out Nolan betrayed them they sent you. To be fair, Nolan TRIED, and when I say try I mean convince his son Mark to join the viltrum empire to continue taking over planets and growing stronger. So, being here now your job was to go to Earth and bring back Mark, Invincible.

You absolutely hated Earth like no doubt, and rightfully so because they are such a weak planet, so you were hoping it was gonna be light work to obtain mark and go home.

well.

Never say never right !

The plan was simple, disguise yourself and build a relationship with Mark Grayson to then basically sweet talk him into joining your empire. Super easy right?

Absolutely not.

Mark was a sweet talker himself. You met him in class when you asked a question about one of the assignments, and he was a sweetheart about it.

After completing the assignment you guys talked more, and got to the point where you were being invited to his home. Debbie oh so adored you. You were kind, gorgeous and respectful so of course you get brownie points from his mom!

The mission got complicated when his sweet talking was working a bit too well. Being a viltrumite, you weren’t entirely used to human emotion. Someone caring about you the way Mark did felt so foreign, you felt wrong for thinking about it the way you did.

Your friendship grew even stronger, you two were inseparable. Everything you did was together and for each other

You knew you were deep in shit when you’d catch yourself staring at Mark. While he was focused in class or explains Seance Dog for the 10 millionth time, you adored him. And oh were you so wrong about this being an easy mission

You knew you had to end it and tell him the truth before it got farther. It hurt you hurting him.

You practiced it over and over, telling him he should come with you back home, be apart of the viltrium empire and be together once and for all.

After a day of hanging out you guys finally got back to his place. You greeted Debbie as usual, knowing it most likely will be your last time. You absolutely hated the fact you even got yourself in this situation. You were supposed to simply get him to Viltrium and now you’re day dreaming about him being your boyfriend? Cmon girl.

You walked in behind Mark and shut his door, locking it and taking a deep breath before turning to look at him. He sat comfortably on the bed as he was already looking at you, sensing you were upset.

“You know… you’ve been really weird lately” Mark started.

“I mean, if there’s anything wrong or if I did anything I wanna know.”

You took another deep breath, preparing for the worst statement you can ever say.

“I’m a Viltriumite Mark.”

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The only noise was the neighborhood kids playing outside and Debbie watching tv. Mark was as still as ever almost like he wasn’t breathing, he kept quiet

“I know you’re invincible. I know your father is Omni-Man. I know all of it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat before going again

“Your father betrayed us Mark. We need you at Viltrium. Be with me at home where we can be this happy but better, we’ll have everything”

You were almost pleading with him. Scratch that, you were pleading with him.

Your eyes widened as you saw tears building in Marks eyes. He’s never cried in front of you, like ever.

“…This is why you came here? So you can get me for my dads fuck up? You used me and made me believe you were a normal friend I could have just so you can get me to join your damn empire?”

Marks voice raised with so much pain behind it, you never believed you would feel “bad” for a human but look at you now.

“No, mark you don’t understand”

He cut you off abruptly

“No YOU dont understand! Do you know how much I’ve cared about you helped you loved you? God you made me get feeling for a fucking spy”

And look at the monster you created for yourself. You truly only had one job, yet you made an innocent superhero fall in love with you for your own dirty work and fucked it all up. I guess you can say you finally understand why Nolan did what he did.

[rafesangelita]

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[fligniuz]

How would Luigi be as a husband?

here are my various headcanons of husband luigi (all sfw) i hope you enjoy💚

he gets up before you each morning (i see him as an early bird!!) and makes his tea and your coffee together, and he loves it when you come downstairs and hug him from behind. you guys sit at the table and have breakfast together while you scroll through your phone and he reads one of his books

speaking of breakfast he is absolutely the type to make you breakfast in bed when you’ve had a hard week or if you’re sick or just whenever he feels like it!! he adores the look on your face when you smell something yummy and realize what he’s bringing you

would love to live by the beach with you, prob somewhere in hawai‘i, so that you guys can go on a walk along the coast every morning ^_^ it’s how you guys would start and end your day after your meals

always gives you a kiss and a hug before he leaves for work

checks on you during his lunch break💚🤗 sends you texts like “Hi baby :) I hope you’re having a good day, call me when you’re off please?”

^^ in general he just checks up on you a lot. it helps calm his nerves to know that you’re in a good mood, that you’ve eaten enough, that you’re staying hydrated, all that stuff. when his spouse is happy he is happy!!

i think he would like to own a pet with you :-) doesn’t matter what, i think he likes most animals and he’d want you to make the choice anyway. he likes sharing responsibilities with you, checking his tasks off the list and getting to watch you complete yours. i could see him just sitting and pretending to read while you’re out in the yard playing with the dog and he’s really just watching you with the cutest little smile on his face

running errands together!!!! grocery shopping and trips to the pharmacy are some of his favorite moments with you, because they feel so much more raw and intimate

museum dates <3

sometimes while you’re washing dishes or tidying up somewhere in the house he’ll put on some music and walk up to you with the cheesiest smile and you guys will just get distracted dancing all around the room and singing along

buys you fresh flowers + a cute little card for every anniversary. you save the cards and keep them in a box in one of your dresser drawers, and when the flowers start to dry out you save them to press them into your journal/scrapbook!!

you guys would definitely have a nighttime routine without fail!! brushing your teeth together, one of you gets the bed ready while the other showers, he makes sure your pet(s) have enough food and water for the night, etc etc.

likes to be the little spoon when he’s falling asleep and the big spoon when he wakes up

[thezombieprostitute]

Just for You

Summary: When moving from Steve fails because of proximity, you decide to make some changes in your life.

Follow up to Unrequited.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Angst. Please let me know if I missed any.

You settled in to your new office. After trying and failing to get over your crush on Steve, you asked for a switch in office partners. Barnes and Steve had projects that were more in line with each other so making them office-mates made sense.

"Trying to get rid of me?" Steve teased when you told him about the move.

"Steve, let's be serious here." His smile drops at your tone. "I asked you out, you said you weren't interested and I continued to try to flirt. I refused to take 'no' for an answer. I even went so far as to try to push you into a dance with me but you probably picked up on that so you danced with everyone else."

Steve's nods in memory of that night.

"Since then, I've tried my damnedest to be professional. To kill the crush. But I can't do that if I'm sitting across from you every single day. Yeah, down the hall isn't much better, but it's something."

"If you ever need a friend--"

"I know, Steve. I promise, I know." You put up a fake smile as you finish packing up your things to trade offices with Barnes.

The next month goes by a lot easier for you. There's still some lingering sadness, but that's the norm for being rejected, right? Every time you see Steve is easier than the last. Nothing but nods shared between the two of you.

A departmental meeting is called by the Department Dean. It's in a small board room but the Dean promises it'll be quick so no one gets too claustrophobic.

"We're going to have a guest in the department next week," he announces. "A famous author who's looking to get some historical accuracy for his next book."

There were some murmurings in the crowded room, comments wondering who the author was.

"His family has donated a lot f money to our university, including our department, so I expect everyone to be polite."

The murmurings become grumblings. If the Dean has to warn you like this, you're not sure this author is worth knowing.

He points to you, "the book he's writing is centered in the period of history you're studying so expect him to be around you more than others. I've told him to respect office hours, but we'll see how that goes."

You nod in understanding as the Dean points to a few others who might be visited. You're not looking forward to this.

There's a single knock at your office door before the visitor comes in and sits across from you. He looks vaguely familiar and has the air of someone who's used to doing what he wants.

"You must be the author I was told was visiting," you say with a customer service smile.

He smiles in return, his less forced. "Yup," he replies, making the "p" pop. "Do you know me? Have you read my works?"

"You look familiar, but I can't place you," you admit.

He smirks and removes his sunglasses. "How about now?"

"Oh! Drysdale!" your eyes widen. "You wrote the Clint Barton Series of urban fantasy mystery novels!"

"You're a fan," he says with a wink. "I think I'm going to like working with you."

"We'll see," you chuckle. "I do have classes to teach, papers to grade and research of my own to do so, going forward, would it be possible to schedule meetings instead of having you drop in unannounced?"

"I prefer to come and go as I please," he purrs. "But I suppose I can make an exception. Just for you." He winks and heat rushes to your face.

As the semester continues Ransom ends up spending more and more time with you, in and out of your office. Sure, he could put on airs and act like an ass, but he was never like that towards you. He even pulled back on his asshole nature when he saw how it could upset you. He kept his mouth shut when your students showed up asking for extensions because they "forgot there was even a paper assigned." Instead he'd joke about it with you afterwards.

It was Ransom's idea to continue your discussion at a restaurant off campus. You were legitimately enjoying talking with him so you agreed. He even offered to drive you there in his BMW that you were scared to touch in case you somehow damaged it.

On the way you asked, "do you always take fans out to dinner?"

Ransom smirks, "I'm making an exception. Just for you."

"I'm honored," you smile as you look away nervously.

"Did you let your boyfriend know where we're going?"

"Oh, I'm not seeing anyone," you're quick to correct him.

He raises an eyebrow. "How the hell are you single? Too busy with work and school or something?"

You shrug. "It just...didn't work out. He wasn't interested."

Ransom scoffs and shakes his head. "Then he's an idiot."

"Or I'm just not his type. I have to accept that."

"No you don't," Ransom counters. "You are allowed to be super petty. You're gorgeous, intelligent and a good person. How is that not someone's type? Is he some bitch boy who needs to be the smart one in the relationship? I'll bet he's an asshole and you're better off."

"He's a good guy," you argue. "Maybe he's gay? Maybe he prefers someone with different interests? It doesn't matter because he's not interested and I've been working hard to move on."

"So you got yourself a rebound? Nice."

"What? No! I'm not that kind of person." You cross your arms, suddenly wondering if this dinner was a good idea.

"That's fair," he backs down. "Though I still maintain you should let yourself be at least a little petty if you interact with him again."

A small smile forms on your face. "I did let myself get more pedantic when he asked for help with his thesis."

Ransom smirks, "very nice."

After that first dinner, Ransom started offering to take you out more often claiming he enjoyed the conversation. You can't deny that you enjoy it as well. Ransom has the ability to make you feel like you're the most important person in the room. At first it made you feel shy, having someone so focused on you. But as you continued to meet for his book, as you continued the conversations outside of your office, you became more and more comfortable around him.

For his part, Ransom continued to soften when he was around you. And only you. When it was just the two of you, he was able to drop the mask of haughtiness and disinterest completely. Even if someone interrupted, he wasn't as mean about it as he once had been.

And then there were the gifts. The end of the semester brought with it final exams for yourself and your students. Ransom promised he was okay with not meeting up for a bit, that he'd use this as time to focus on writing, "using all of the lessons learned from our talks." And while he didn't show up to your office, there were regular food deliveries with a note from him reminding you to take care of yourself. He also bought your department a couple electric kettles so you wouldn't have to microwave water to make your tea as well as a keurig machine. The Dean had made sure to pull you aside to thank you for all the time you put in with Ransom.

But it's not like it was all that difficult for you. Once you worked past his icy, better-than-you exterior, he was actually pretty pleasant to be around. During the time apart, when you'd message him to thank him for the food, you'd sometimes get up the courage to say you missed chatting with him. He really knew how to make you feel special, listened to, appreciated. You didn't realize how much you needed that. And it really helped when you felt like you were drowning in papers to read, grade, research and write!

When things finally died down enough to meet again, Ransom apparently dropped everything so he could visit you. You messaged him that your schedule was now more open and after only an hour he was knocking on your door.

"You look exhausted," he states. "How about a spa treatment? On me."

You chuckle as your face heats up, "that does sound lovely but I've still got things to do. How have you been?"

"Honestly? Miserable." Your eyes soften in sympathy and concern. "I've missed you, too. And, at the risk of making an idiot of myself, I'd like to be more than work partners, more than friends."

"I'd love to date you, Ransom," you state.

"But?"

"But what?" you shake your head, confused. "I really enjoy your company. You're good to me. You make me feel like I matter. There's no 'but' here."

Ransom's expression switches to one of relief as his shoulders relax. "I can't tell you how good it is to hear that."

He closes the space between you, puts a hand behind your head and brings you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and eagerly return his affection.

There's a knock and a polite cough at the door, making you break the kiss, irritation written all over your face and Ransom's at the interruption.

"What?"

In the doorway stands Steve, holding a flyer. Taken aback at the attitude he backs up a step. "Um...I just...There's another themed dance to celebrate the end of the school year. Just thought...maybe you'd want to know about it."

He hands you the flyer and quickly walks out.

"You like dancing?" Ransom asks, glancing at the flyer.

"I did," you pout.

"What happened?"

With a sigh you tell Ransom the story of the New Year's Eve disaster. He coos, reassures, and comforts as you recount your pain and embarrassment, finally pulling you in for a hug as his hand gently rubs up and down your back.

When you finish the story, Ransom pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes. "You remember what I said about your right to be petty?"

"Yeah?"

"We're gonna get you that spa treatment, a brand new dress, just for the dance, and I'll make sure you don't have to worry about sitting out for any dance because I'll be on your arm all night. He's gonna realize what he could have had and you're going to feel good about yourself, as you deserve."

"You dance?"

"Not really," he admits. "But I'll make an exception. Just for you."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Can you Do Scraps Plz

Alrighty! As a warning, I haven't been fortunate enough to get enough things to play as Scraps in the game, so I'm going off the wiki. If I'm doing anything wrong regarding her in character or anything, please tell me immediately so I can go fix it!

Also, this story is written with the assumption those who read it have a pet cat. Because I have a cat and also think having a cat would have some unique benefits in the story. (Also I just like cats. And yes, you guys can have pictures of my cat if you ask <3)

There for You

Yandere!Self-Aware!Scraps x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Scraps was one of the Toons who grew curious about you when she heard you.

She saw Goob's excitement, heard his curious rambles about you, his questioning if you liked hugs, how he really wanted to hug you since your voice made you sound like the most huggable person in the whole world!

She was a little more skeptical, worrying if you weren't a good person. What if you wanted to hurt her? What if you wanted to hurt Goob?

Then she heard you get excitement over having a Goob join your run. Heard you remark how you wanted to play as him but needed more research.

Even if you got frustrated whenever a Twisted Scraps or Twisted Goob appeared, she quickly figured out you just didn't like having to deal with being attacked at a range.

You cared about her and her younger brother.

So is it surprising she grew to care about you?

--☆☆☆--

Soon she started learning more things about you.

You liked to draw and create.

She would love to make arts and crafts with you! She hopes you know some good things to make!

You were airheaded and a bit forgetful.

Just like her! Hehe!

You liked other games too.

She just hopes Dandy's World is your favorite. She doesn't want you to get distracted and stop playing. That would make Goob sad!

And make her sad too...

And, much to her glee, you had a pet cat!

Even if she wasn't a cat, that meant you had to like her! Everyone calls her a cat anyways, so that means if you like cats, you like her!

She just hopes you'll like her more than your pet cat...

Why shouldn't she tell you about herself if she was able to learn so much about you?

When you finally managed to get her Toon form and play as her, it wasn't hard for the rest of your team to die and for it to just be you and her entering the elevator.

It was hilariously easy to say a new line, her commenting on how she wanted to try doing something new, and for you to speak.

To speak and be completely unaware of how she heard you.

You offered the idea of crocheting little animals into the shape of these cutesy little balls. How bees would be a great start.

She loved your idea. The moment you finished playing and left to do something else for a bit, she immediately got started.

She made all sorts of animals. She gave some to Goob.

Scraps loves your ideas.

She wants to hear more of them.

--☆☆☆--

Scraps hates seeing you cry.

One you played, quietly sobbing because something went wrong in your life.

Fortunately, you were playing as her.

So it wasn't hard to start saying new lines. One's you barely noticed were different.

But you started venting.

And Scraps listened.

She would do anything to help you.

That was the day she made her promise.

--☆☆☆--

Scraps made a little figurine of you.

She didn't know what you looked like, so she designed you off of what your voice sounded like.

You sounded kind, so she made you look kind.

You sounded creative, so she made you look creative.

Goob helped. He said you sounded like you were the most huggable person to ever be hugged, so your little figurine was perfect to hug.

Scraps even went and made little figurines of her and Goob to stay with your figurine.

She put them in a little shrine she made.

She always made sure to add new crafts to the shrine she made for you each and every day!

She loves you.

She loves you so much.

She promises one thing.

Her one promise she'll never forget nor break.

She'll always be there for you.

[annie-creates]

The greatest mistake | Part 4

Pairing: Dain Aetos x Riorson reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 2022

Note: The finale is here! Settle in for some teeth-rotting fluff. Please be aware not every detail might be completely true to the canon source material. Thank you to everyone who was reading my little series and let me know what you think!

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It took a week for you to be able to take the bandage completely off your face and see fully again. You were excused from challenges for the time being, but that also meant you weren’t able to train. Furthermore you avoided Dain anywhere you went, because your heart was torn between the need to run away in protection of yourself and falling back into his arms because you still loved him, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t. The only bright side was that Xaden had finally overcome his wounded pride and started slowly talking to you again, even though you didn’t make it easy for him either.

But he got off quite well in comparison to Dain, because you really loved and wanted your brother. It helped that he kept sincerely apologizing for all the hurtful things he said and assuring you that your father loved you and still would love you and be proud of you very much. Your dragon kept pestering him with annoyed remarks, but Xaden took it like a champion realizing his mistakes. The one thing you weren’t brave enough to talk to him about was your strained relationship with Dain though, you knew what kind of opinion he had about him and you weren’t suicidal enough to bring it up.

In reality you were scared to face Dain. In all your relationship he has never seen you so raw and vulnerable, with your faults and weaknesses facing out. You were scared to talk about the things he’d seen and you knew he’d ask if he had the chance. So you didn’t give it to him. But you also couldn’t stay away. You silently watched him across the dining hall, followed his steps on the mat in challenges. It’s like you were connected by an invisible thread, always guiding you back to him.

After a week of not being able to train and spending too much time in the library studying as a result, you miss the sunshine and you miss the thrill of a good soaring challenge. So you couldn’t be happier when you’re finally cleared for fighting again, your eye fully healed and leaving only a light pink scar that will hopefully go away in a few days. You walk into the gym and see Dain giving training orders to his squad, so that’s where you go after he sends them off. It was time to stop dancing around each other.

“Hey, you’ve got a minute?” You ask him with a carefree smile, gathering all your courage.

“Sure, what for?” He returns your smile, a little surprised.

“I need to breach in my training and I’ve actually never fought with you before.” You ask him to the mat.

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” He knew better than to question you, but he still tried. “You were hurt just a week ago, nobody will mind if you have a few more days off.”

“Absolutely sure.” You dismiss his concerns, there was no convincing you otherwise when you had already decided on something. “Wait till I kick your ass.”

You rile him up, walking to the nearest mat, not wasting any more time before getting into position. The fight is actually quite good, Dain quicky realizing there’s no point holding back with you. Where you were lacking in power you compensated in stamina and speed, catching him unprepared here or there. You both succeeded getting each other on your knees or back a few times, Dain currently holding you down pinned with his legs.

“You are a menace.” Dain laughs breathlessly.

“Thank you. I try.” You laugh back, your breaths mingling.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Xaden’s gruffy voice rings out, cutting your banter short.

Dain helps you up then and you watch Xaden stepping in, followed by his squad of empty-headed ducklings. You feel Dain go rigid next to you, arms folding over his chest just like your own. Maybe your relationship was complicated right now, but you still won’t let Xaden put him down, and as it seems, Dain won’t let Xaden talk down to you either.

“What does it look like?” Dain challenges, stepping in front of you a little.

“Like you’re trying to beat my little sister up.” Xaden spits angrily.

“We’re just training.” You step between them, trying to calm them both down.

“Oh, then you chose a great opponent to do that with.” Xaden pesters you, switching his sight to Dain. “Some protector, are you?”

“Hey. It’s not like you’re training with her.” Dain doesn’t back down. “It’s not like you’re protecting her.”

“Who I train with is none of your business.” You argue with Xaden. “And if I remember correctly you said I’m not your sister anymore, so why do you care.”

“You have no business fraternizing with him.” You clearly struck a painful nerve as he finally looks at you.

“Who I fraternize with is none of your damn business.” You turn on your heel grabbing Dain’s hand and marching out of the gym as if to prove your point.

“Like hell it is. I’m not gonna let you…” Xaden yells at you but your lungs are stronger.

“Let me!? You have no grounds letting me do anything.” You remind him, he was still on thin ice.

“You’re gonna do as I say!” He orders furiously, desperate for control.

“Watch me.” You challenge as you grab Dain by his collar and pull him down into a show off kiss, just to spite your brother. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand once more, almost running out of the gym, not wanting to see Xaden’s surely pissed reaction. Dain doesn’t argue, he may be self-confident, but he knows he’d be no match to Xaden in the state of rage he is in. Both of you are taken back by the sudden kiss you didn’t plan for, but you don’t speak and only hold hands in a shared silent understanding of urgency until you reach your room. The air is still as he sits on the edge of your bed, you lean on the rim of your desk.

For a moment, nobody speaks, he’s just looking around your room. The scattered homework. The nearly full bottle of solution you got for your scars that makes his lips quirk up in a faint smile. And you’re studying him like as if you look intensely enough, you’ll be able to read him like an open book just like Xaden does, to see if he’s really remorseful and honest with you. But you can’t read people, so you’ll have to trust him. Can you do that?

“I’m sorry… about the kiss. I didn’t really plan on that.” You break the silence timidly.

“Don’t be. I… I missed you so damn much.” He admits, afraid to meet your eyes. “I am so sorry for what I did Y/n.”

With a heavy sigh you sit on your bed facing him, no longer able to avoid the conversation. This is it. You’ll have to confront his actions and your feelings and that made you so fuckin nervous. Your muscles were so tense they could snap, and you absentmindedly pick your switchblade out of your pocket to play with it in your lap.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I should have never let you go. I’m an idiot, and I’ll never forget that.” He shakes his head, watching your skilled fingers. “I just hope one day you can forgive me. I don’t want to be the reason for a single scar more on your body.”

“It’s not only that Dain.” You admit heavily. “You picked your father over me, you dropped me the minute he didn’t approve of me, and I… I understand. Really. I’m not a great girlfriend. I’m marked. A daughter of the rebellion, of the great betrayer. But it still hurt damn much.”

“That’s not what you are.” He answers rapidly, holding your gaze this time with so much intent it almost breaks you. “I’m so sorry that’s what I made you feel like. Because that’s not at all who you are to me. You’re not a traitor, you’re not unworthy or flawy. I can’t believe I was such an idiot to let you believe that.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… complicated.” You sigh. “Well at least you’ve had a better conversation with me than my brother did.”

“What’s the deal with him?” Dain asks. “I mean, other than normally being a dick.”

“Well, he disowned me after I went with you to the reunification day. Said I’m a disgrace to my family and my father would be disappointed in me.” You admit ashamedly after a little laugh. “And even though he keeps apologizing, I can’t help but wonder if he was right, at least a little.”

“Do you think he would be ashamed?” he asks carefully.

“How would I know. He’s dead.” You avoid his gaze now. “It’s not like I can ask him for opinions or advice, or if I’m a good enough daughter to him.”

“Y/n, I’m sure your father would be proud of you.” Dain holds your chin to make you look at him. “Look at you, you’re strong, and clever, agile, and you bonded an amazing dragon. I think he couldn’t ask for his daughter to turn out more perfectly.”

“How would you know, you didn’t know him.” You say with a watery laugh.

“Maybe I didn’t need to know him. I know you. And I know you’re pretty fuckin perfect.” He looks at you so intensely it makes your stomach dance.

“I’m not perfect.” You sigh.

“You are to me.” Dain exclaims, still holding you. “And I’ll spent every day of my stupid miserable life proving that to you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You blush.

“Yes, I do. And it still won’t be enough. Because what I did was inexcusable, and still here I am, begging for your forgiveness on things that shouldn’t be forgiven. But I’ll be damned if I don’t spend every day apologizing and telling you how much I love you.” His words hold heaviness and vulnerability you’ve never seen before. “I was an idiot. I tried to dump my own insecurities on you, because it was easier than facing the truth.”

“You’re not…” But he doesn’t let you interrupt him.

“The truth is, I don’t care about a single damn person in this world but you. You’re my only concern Y/n. And if you ask, I’ll let the world burn for you.” His eyes are filled with urgency for you to believe his words, because they’re the truth.

“Dain…” You whisper, eyes boring into his.

After a minute of his revelation seeping into every fiber of your body, you kiss him. Slowly, your lips gliding against his, bathing in the raw emotions and desire for each other. For a moment, the world around you doesn’t exist, it’s only him and you. He holds your waist, guiding you to sit in his lap so he can be as close to you as humanly possible. He’d never wish to spend another minute separated from you.

“I’ll be damned if I waste another minute not being right next to you.” Dain breaths out.

“Wait…” You whisper before you get too lost in his smell and his smile and everything that’s so unmistakably him. “About the scars…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He assures you, seeing as you don’t really know what to say. “Your scars are your own. You can share them when you’re ready. And if that day never comes, that’s okay too. But know that I’ll be happy to help you carry any weight I can. You’re not alone.”

“Thank you.” You whisper before curling into him, embraced by his strong arms.

Maybe your life will never be easy, but you felt it could be a tad bit more light-weighted if you had Dain by your side, sharing your burdens and fortune. And he would do anything to stand right next to you. Even if he’d take his last breath protecting you, it would be worth living his life.

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[finniestoncrane]

hello again friendos!! shockingly close to my third year with this blog and i'm hitting my next big milestone!! 💚💚💚 this time, i've leaned into my love of all things cowboys and outlaws!! ✨acab forever✨ but let's suspend disbelief!! please, step into ⭐sheriff finnie's⭐ office and tell me all about that bad, bad bean so we can fix up a ⛓️‍💥wanted poster⛓️‍💥 for you!! 🤠

so here's the rules, pardner:

there's going to be 20 possible options for the main posts (i'll only be doing one post per character, so be QUICK because it is first come first serve with the character and the theme!!)

i'll keep the list below the read more updated so you can see what's still available: ONCE SOMETHING HAS BEEN PICKED IT IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE (i'll update when i can, but remember i'm sleepy and on gmt time)

you can opt to turn yourself in (for a character pairing) OR

pick ONE from EACH OF THE THREE lists below

please send me an ask with your choices!! (you can also specify the version of the character from the ones i write if the option is there and let me know reader details too)

i'll then create your bounty and pair it with a cute little wanted poster

ok, enough ramblin'!! let's get out there and clean up this here town!! YEE-HAW!!💚 and all of my love and heart to everyone who tolerates me and encourages me and makes this life worth living 💚💚💚

🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie3k (to follow or to block)

Ok, take a seat there. Now, are you here to turn yourself in, or tattle on someone else?

"I'm actually a sneaky little outlaw, and I'm turning myself in. I will now describe my crimes to you in the hopes that you can find my accomplice." - Please tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll pair you up with a character!! Let me know if this is going to be a bonnie and clyde style love affair or just two criminals getting up to mischief!!

OR

"I'm here to tattle!! Please, Sheriff Finnie, they're so bad... I want them behind bars!!" - Please pick ONE EACH from the THREE lists below!!

Which Bad, Bad Bastard™️are you hoping we can catch?

arkham!riddler(dc)

any other riddler (dc)

farrell!penguin(dc)

scarecrow (dc)

gotham!zsasz (dc)

arkham!two face (dc)

captain boomerang (dc)

arkham!bane (dc)

king shark (dc)

doctor phosphorus (dc)

cooper howard (fallout)

john hancock (fo4)

nick valentine (fo4)

sniper/mick mundy (tf2)

scout/jeremy willis (tf2)

cecil stedman (invincible)

arthur morgan (rdr2)

micah bell (rdr2)

egon spengler (ghostbusters)

nick (l4d2)

And what kind of criminal acts have they been up to?

deadbeat parent (breeding kink)

big bad misconduct (noncon)

disturbing the peace (somnophilia)

attempted murder (choking)

cattle rustling (pet play)

defamation of character (degradation/humiliation)

bribery and back alley dealings (praise kink)

illicit public conduct (dry humping)

stalking and harrassment (voyeurism)

greivous bodily harm (marking kink)

pickpocketing (fingering)

mishandling of goods (breast play)

moonshining (cockwarming)

running an illegal betting game (edging)

evading arrest (oral sex)

home invasion (daddy/mommy kink)

stage coach robbery (stolen kiss)

prison break (face sitting)

selling snake oil (mistaken for a couple)

indecent business proposals (confessing "i love you")

I see... Well, let's bring the bastard in!! Now as for the matter of the... condition... What would you like us to advertise?

Wanted: Dead or Alive (surprise me)

Wanted: Dead (ficlet)

Wanted: Alive (headcanons)

Not Wanted At All (moodboard)

[indiestsnake]

heyyy look it’s a vent post. about. how i keep forcing you all to repeat the nice words you say because evidently my skulls a bit too thick to retain the info

don’t read if you don’t want to, I’ll probably sleep this off anyway

I hate how my brain neutralizes compliments

the longer nice words someone says stay in my brain the more fake they feel. even from my friends. what if their opinion has changed? what if I’ve done something wrong? what if they just don’t feel that strongly anymore?

it doesn’t help that i can’t expect anyone to come up with new ways to validate my stupid brain constantly

I still remember the beginning of to find warmth. every word mattered so much to me. checking my phone and always seeing that little inbox number tick up, faster and faster with each chapter, comments growing longer and more complex. I got tumblr and random people came by to tell me how cool they thought I was. I finally felt like I was important for once

and then it just. slowly started to mean a little less

my brain adapts. moves the goalpost. it writes the last words off as meaningless and says the current ones aren’t actually that impressive. sure, people like your writing. so what? you’re bad at a million other things.

and then the comments themselves slowed down. my fifteen minutes ran out. I no longer woke to 99+ notifs on tumblr, I stopped having new comments to read every morning. consitient commenters come and go because how the hell can I expect someone to find a new way to be nice to me every single chapter I post? it’s not possible. much less any sort of reasonable goal

the comments still mean a lot. it’s the difference between a gallon of water after a trek through a desert, and a sip on a hot day. I used to be starved for compliments. now I’m not.

someone called to find warmth one of their favorite books. someone said it genuinely empowered them with its themes. a friend reached out to translate it to Russian. the numbers grow higher and higher

but for some reason I just. it doesn’t feel real unless they say it again. it’s corroborated, or reiterated, or repeated. I keep forcing you all to keep telling me the ways I’ve impacted you over and over in different formats because I dump all the words you say into a self hatred acid pit apparently

I’m so grateful for the fandom I’ve grown and recieved. I could never express how happy it makes me to see this reach and help so many people. I’m sorry you have to hear me whine as if your words mean nothing I swear they do

I promise they do. they do. please please believe me. I just need you to repeat them. that’s all I ever say to you guys

im sorry. you don’t have to. you dont have to repeat yourself. you dont have to reach out to reinforce what I should already know. nor do you have to keep telling me things if this post makes it feel meaningless

im so happy to have you all. im sorry

[htchnr]

꩜ missed kisses 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜsummary,, thursdays are your lazy days along with grocery days. Dex's favorite. + he briefly muses what his other favorite times are. author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, stalking ⋆ observing ⋆ canon typical Dex behaviour ⋆ in my hc Dex still occasionally draws ⋆ artist!reader ⋆ broken glass ⋆ briefly mentioned accidental cut. ꜜwc,, 1,9k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

one of Dex's favorite moments are probably mornings; watching the way your feet stick out from under the duvet in a poor attempt to cool down and wake up. watching you lean over to your bedside table-- the way your back slightly arches and the fat of your hips accentuates. peaceful, serene.

his second contender is probably when your full-body care days; when you thoroughly wash your hair, shave your legs and anywhere else where the hair is overstimulating you. he knows you don't shave for other people, but because the prickle of hair is so incredibly annoying to you.

though, that isn't a second contender because he gets to see your bare skin, no. it's because of how relaxed and focused you look. focused on not nicking your skin with the razor, focused on getting every last hair.

though, seeing you fully bare with water cascading down your angelic skin, isn't something he'll ever complain about.

yesterday his brows were mostly pinched in worry and deep care. while following your full routine you had knocked over a jar of some face cream, and yesterday of all days it had finally cracked and shattered.

he watched with knit brows how you tried so hard to step barefoot around all the glass, though failed as you stepped on a small piece. the immediate slow drip of blood was visible even from where he sat, peering out his living room window.

he could tell it hurt, as your face twitched slightly with each hesitant step on that foot. he smoothed a hand down the lower half of his face while he sighed, if he was there you wouldn't have had to move a muscle as he cleaned it all up around you.

he told Ray about it during lunch hour, chuckled with a shake of his head. " yeah, she'll be off her feet all day till it heals a little more. poor thing. though, i don't mind helping around extra. " he smiled as took another bite of his sandwich.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

it's his day off today, as he sits on his couch. his fingers twitch around the pencil as he watches you lounge on the couch. thursdays were lazy days for you.

the pencil scratches against the paper of his sketchbook, tracing the outlines of your curves. you shift, one knee bent as the other drops against the couch. the pretty blue silk pyjama pants draping so heavenly over the curve of your hips at the motion.

he continues to leisurely sketch as he watches you scroll through your phone, the calm rise and fall of your chest.

you sigh dramatically-- a telltale sign of becoming a little bored-- before turning around and laying on your stomach. Dex takes a deep breath, eyes tracing the curve of your back as he starts a new sketch on the page.

his watch quietly beeps, a signal that an hour has passed already. as if on que, you look up at your clock, dragging a hand down your face as you read the time. breakfast time.

he sets his sketchbook aside with a sigh, instead reaching for his mug of cooling coffee as he watches you disappear from your living room and moments later appear in your kitchen.

he sips his coffee with a pleased sigh as you make breakfast-- on thursdays it's always bagels with cream cheese, it's barely any effort-- while swaying a little to whatever song your were playing through your speaker.

he swallows the remainder of his coffee when you finish spreading your bagels, setting them on a plate before heading back to the living room.

you flick the tv on, like clockwork you search for your show and turn on the next episode. you settle into the plush cushions, grabbing your plate from the coffee table and setting it on your lap.

he's quick to turn on his tv, the show already sitting prepared once it's on. he presses play when you do, sitting back to glance back and forth between the show. while it's not something he'd watch on his own, he's found over time that he actually quite likes it-- almost curious about what happens next.

you pause the show before it skips to the next episode, setting down the remote as you stand up with your empty plate. Dex stands up with his empty mug, both making your way to the kitchen.

he smiles as he washes the mug, imagining bumping your hip as you talk about your plans for the day-- binging your show while you catch up on some work in progress art pieces-- before setting the clean and wet dishes in the drying rack and drying off your hands.

you're what got him back into drawing full time again. the heavenly way you look while fully focused on a piece, made him crave that same focus again. he used to sketch occasionally, maybe after a particularly graphic case or mission, but not regularly. now, if he doesn't sketch or scribble at least one thing, he can't end his day.

he watches through the kitchen window how you move over to the room in the back, your art space, and grab your sketch book along with your case full of drawing supplies. you reappear in the kitchen briefly, before moving into the living room again.

he grabs the daily newspaper from the front door before he follows along to his living room and sits down. while you draw, he skims the paper. you both turn the show on again, before turning to do your own things.

it's peaceful like this. so peaceful, he can almost hear the sound of your syrupy giggles as a character in the show does something funny, or the dramatic disappointed groans when they do something stupid. all while keeping your eyes glued to your sketchbook as you work.

after the third episode ends you pause it and get up, stretching your limbs and back. he does the same, setting his paper down on the stack of read ones. you roll your shoulders, standing in front of the open fridge as you decide what to eat for lunch.

he smiles as he knows you'll just sigh and grab leftovers-- the thought of having to put together a proper meal exhausting you. he watches you reheat tuesday's spaghetti, your hip leaning against the counter as you tap away against the surface as you wait. he opts for cooking up some eggs and toast. he keeps it simple and short on thursdays.

after he scoops the eggs from the pan he pauses to watch you open the microwave, knowing the next step. " shit! " he can imagine you hissing, lightly burning your finger tips as you pull the hot bowl out and almost drop it onto the counter. he smiles to himself as he finishes plating his food, though he'd urge you to prevent the pain, he'd kiss your stinging finger tips each time it happened anyway.

lunch passes peacefully and as routine, getting through another three episodes of your show before turning it off. his watch beeps, it's four o'clock. the time you get ready to get groceries.

he's always found it a little odd you get them on thursdays-- not on mondays, the start of the week-- not on the weekends, the end of the week. no, you do them on thursdays.

he'll silently agree with you though, there always seem to be much less people doing their full weekly shopping then. quicker lines, slightly less busy than the next day.

he watches you appear in your bedroom, opening your closet as you debat what to wear. thursdays are for comfortable, easing outfits. loose jeans or sweats, a soft tshirt or sweater on top.

he sucks in a small breath as he watches you pull on his favorite tshirt, pulling on a pair of your 'thursday jeans'-- comfortable, a little baggy and soft looking.

you always scramble around for your necessities-- keys, wallet, headphones-- before going out. he chuckles, when you get to know him he'll help you with that. giving you ways to never leave the house missing one or more.

he shrugs on his jacket and pulls a baseball cap snug over his head, grabbing his keys and a bag before heading out the door.

thursdays are his grocery days too now.

「 authors note,, this will be a shortish series with little moments like these, cause idk. i'm messed up and i like this a little too much 😀. that being said, of anyone has any little ideas for future parts, let me know! 」

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[briar-the-booknerd2011]

Hunger Games covers?

Hey! I was reading Sunrise on the Reaping and I was thinking about the covers and then I looked for my copies of the other books because I noticed something about the covers. I'm sorry if some things arent correct since I have not finished Sunrise on the Reaping.

*SPOILERS FOR MOST OF THE SERIES AHEAD*

In The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, both Lucy Gray, and President Snow/Coriolanus are alive. This could represent Lucy Gray as a Songbird and President Snow/Coriolanus as a snake (Why he is the snake I can't figure out). This ties into the cover on which the Songbird and the Snake are both on a twig that creates a circle however the Songbird is larger and overshadowing the Snake. This might represent the interconnectedness of Snow and Lucy Gray. 

In Sunrise on the Reaping, two important pieces of jewelry are mentioned, the Flint Striker that Lenore Dove gives to Haymitch for his birthday which is shown on the cover of the book and the Mockingjay pin that Maysilee Donner owns, made by Tam Amber and that that pin used to have a matching pin with a Hummingbird that Merrilee Donner owned but lost. The Flint Striker, also crafted by Tam Amber, features a Mockingjay and a Snake, that appear angry at each other. This could indicate President Snow/Coriolanus' resentment towards District 12 especially the Covey. Here they are also directly connected but there are a series of spikes in the connection. This could mean that the relationship is not a healthy one which it obviously is not. Another thing that struck me as odd, was that as soon as President Snow/Coriolanus saw Haymitch applauding the Capitol for them causing his friend, Louella McCoy's death, he was more stunned by the Flint Striker and immediately noticed it was made by one of the Covey.

The next chronological cover, The Hunger Games features Maysilee Donner's Mockingjay pin. We later learn that Katniss's Mother, Asterid (née March) Everdeen, was in some way give the pin that her friend Maysilee Donner used to own. This cover features the pin, enclosed by a circle. This cover shows that instead of the Capitol being a Snake, it is now enclosing the Mockingjay and sort of controlling it. EDIT: @gayrefrain let me know that Madge Undersee gives Katniss the pin which makes sense since Merilee (Maysilee's twin) married the mayor and mosty likely passed the pin down to Madge.

On the cover's of the next two books, we see that the circle around the Bird is slowly shattering and on the final cover, the Bird is finally free again, this could possibly mean that the Covey regained their freedom through the last Songbird, Katniss.

If you made it all the way down here, thank you for reading and I hope that you found my theory interesting! This took me like a whole day to write because I had to do a bit of research... Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. Please consider dropping a like or follow me to never miss out on more book related content.

[eraserbread]

𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 3 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 a/n: you guys... this chapter is so insanely long. i have rewritten it six or seven times by now. send help. but, in honor of 2k eraserbread-heads, i shall release a scrapped version that was just too good to throw away. please read this while i continue working! this will not be in the final chapter cut! :) I am just desperately trying to buy time with this series lmao rip. enjoy! ilysfm thank u for being patient catch up on this fic, here :o

Sunday morning, you wake up wrapped in a blissful bundle, pressed against your husband’s warmth. He’s breathing deeply behind you, strong arm draped across your waist, keeping you pinned. You peek open your eyes, already smiling at his presence. It’s rare, now, to wake up with him. Weekends are yours, but more recently, he’s been dragging off to missions after his scheduled work times, leaving you cold on a Saturday night when you should be shoveling sensual words of devotion between his sleeping lips. 

You missed him so much, now. Always just missing him and wishing he were close, even when he’s pressed into you, he’s not really here. You’re sure he’s dreaming about his mysteriously devastating career move, seeing the things he kills in the back of his mind. You wonder if he’s fighting with his bosses in his rest, just like he does when he’s hunched over in his study. 

It seems like once he turned twenty-eight a month ago, life’s been like a minefield. He goes to work, deals with Curses stronger than him, then heads home to perpetual emptiness. Even your beautiful, smiling face – the dates you take him to and the words you whisper in his ear hardly scratch the surface anymore. Twisted up in this cruel existence, the only thing that makes him feel better is your warmth – the mindlessness that comes in that before-sleep, after-sex haze. It’s a similar feeling to drugs or drink, but he never touches them. Not anymore. Not when there’s so much on the line. 

That hot summer morning, you wait in bed for him to wake, blinking with every few seconds on the clock as they drag on. 08:32… 08:33… 08:34… 

Until you shut your eyes and will the ticking away. 

You know better than to move right now. You know he’ll whine and then glare at you with that look in his eyes if you stir him. You’ll feel like a terrible wife, and that is one thing you are not. 

So, you wait… and wait… 

Two hours later, you hear Kento grunt somewhere in his chest. He rolls over on his back, shifting under the light covers as he tosses his arm over his eyes. You’re nearly chirping with excitement as he shuffles, knowing there’d be no more sleep to be had. 

“Kento?” 

“Give me a moment.” He rasps, bringing both hands to his face to rub his eyes slowly. 

Of course, you’re listening to every syllable he breathes. You don’t move a muscle. 

That is, until he separates his fingers, staring back up at you. The tiniest, hardly noticeable smile forms on his lips. Your insides swim in admiration. 

“I love you.” It’s the first thing you truly say to him, because you know he needs it. “So much.” You reiterate, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the hand covering his right eye. His shirtless chest rises and falls slowly as your lips linger. You’re both moving so slowly, being so gentle and deliberate with each other, that it could feel robotic. The only thing keeping the mechanism running is the blatant and holy love you harbor. It’s too real to be fake – too blinding to be faulty. 

“Please, can we stay in today?” 

“Of course.” You’re replying before truly understanding what he’s saying. “Wait, but I do my grocery shopping on Sundays.” 

“We will get takeout, and you can go tomorrow while I am working.” He pauses, finally pulling his face free. His beautiful hazel eyes are bloodshot and unavailable, but stare into you like you’re a brilliant diamond, so in love. 

“We don’t have to get takeout, we have enough food for me to prepare today.” You sit up on your side, reaching across his delicate skin to brush some unruly hair away. “Unless you want to.” 

“You know, I would rather exclusively eat your cooking.” He lets you dote on him for a minute, blinking up at you gently. You take a moment to trace across the fine curves and lines of his face, hands shaking as you press his lips. He blinks up at you, and presses a tiny kiss to your thumb. “Are you okay?” 

He’s not sure why he asks, maybe it’s your silence this morning, or the way you’re looking at him. With worry, fear – something you feel every time you see him. He came home with another bruise the size of your head on his bare torso. It made you sick when you noticed it. 

Usually, you have the strength to keep it down, but it’s so hard. It’s impossible to love him so much. “This is killing you… slowly.” 

Kento rolls his eyes, averting his gaze. “We’ve spoken about this so many times. I don’t like repeating myself.” 

You’re sitting up, now, back pressed to the headboard as Kento turns to roll out. When he sits up, the reddened mark on his skin makes you sick. It’s much bigger than what you could see. “How did that even happen?” 

“I do not remember.” He speaks plainly, voice incredibly flat. He’s yawning into his hand, heading towards the door. “Go run us a bath… or something, just stop talking.” 

You press your lips together as he walks out, shocked and silent by his brash choice of words. But you do as you’re told. Even with unsure, shaking limbs, you trek to the bathroom to crank the faucet on hot. The pristine, white basin starts to flood with steaming water as soon as Kento steps back in, hovering a steaming mug of coffee to his nose. You try not to look, but the bruise is maddening, stretching from his left side, all the way to his back, twisting around muscle and lowering him to a slight limp. You know he won’t admit that the pain is palpable, but he wants a bath. That’s his way of telling you he’s sore. 

Hand-dipped to test the waters, you wait by the side of the tub. “It’s ready,” You whisper, standing and making space for him and his heavy footsteps. 

The room is completely silent, save for the shrug of Kento’s pants and the drip of water. The mug clinks when he sets it on the side, pinching his face when he makes that maneuver, one leg first, into the water. Steam rises, and he takes a slow breath. 

Then, he speaks. “Come on.” 

He watches you slip off your clothes, eyes lingering on your chest as you step out of your panties. Your clothes are mixed in a pile that you step over, flushed against his stern gaze. As hesitant as you are, you know he’s going to make up for every harsh word he’s ever given you. So, you take that first step into the water, right between his stretched legs. 

Once you’re settled, breathing heavily with your back to his chest, you reply. “It doesn’t hurt too much, right?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

You have to bend right now, knowing how Kento gets about work. It’s like poking a bear, so you nod. It would just have to wait. “I’m sorry, I just worr-

“You know how much your frequent apologies annoy me.” He’s moving, now, reaching to grab his coffee. “Please, let’s not spend our day bickering like children.” 

“You’re bickering with me, I’m just worried.” 

His coffee is more important than you, right now. He makes it obvious with a noisy slurp just out of your eye's view. “I understand that you are worried. I hope you understand that I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“You don’t want to talk about anything.” Usually, you wouldn’t be so stubborn, but you’re his wife. His physical state weighs on you nearly as much as it weighs on him. All you want is Kento to be okay – he’s treating your worry like a slap in the face. 

“That is not true. I like talking to you very much. I don’t like entertaining pointless conversation.” Another noisy sip of his coffee, you scowl into the air. “You told me you were worried, I listened-

“Hardly-

“Hey.” His tone drops lower, more serious and domineering. He’s doing what he does best, discipline laced throughout his tone. “Enough.” 

That silences you. Or is it the clink of his cup as it places it back on the ledge? Either way, you find it hard to relax against his hard chest. It doesn’t feel like home like it usually does, because you’re weary of putting pressure on him. You squirm, trying to slide into a more comfortable position to handle. You’re restless, sighing and shaking as you do anything to break this mean silence. Kento watches you with a raised brow, then catches his breath. 

Then, you feel it – his desire rising for you like a faulty friend. 

“Stop squirming.” He demands, grunting, yet hiding it under another sip of his coffee. 

“Sorry.” You whisper, hands dripping water as you reach to hold the side of the basin. This rising heat is rendering you breathless, now. You can feel the warmth in your bare chest climbing as Kento’s erection does. You decide on a limb – you two didn’t have to talk if you couldn’t get along, but he could be inside of you. Surely there’d be less fight in his bones if he’s warm and muggy with the familiarity of your stretched cunt. 

“I really am,” You continue, voice pitched high and whiny as you gently rise from the water. It’s a tough maneuver, fingers shaking against the wet porcelain. Kento’s eyes are glued to your back, blinking up at you over the rim of his mug. He has half a mind to what you’re doing, but he didn’t think you’d be so bold as to handle his hard cock in your delicate fist, breathing heavily as you set it in the perfect position to sink onto. It burns at first, as everything good tends to do, but that fire morphs into an impossible stretch when you finally make your way flush against his lap. No reaction the entire time, Kento is confused, but highly, dangerously horny now. 

“Didn’t think you’d be so brave.” He chooses to say, taking a deep breath when you’re settled back against his chest. He’s humming around his coffee-stained tongue, tucking some of your hair out of the way so he can kiss the underside of your jaw. “Up, now.” 

“No.” You reply, flushed and pining. The stretch starts to feel normal, slowly but surely. Kento needs more. 

“No? You’ll just sit there?” 

“Mhm.” Nodding, you reach your hand behind your head to feel his steam-dampened locks between your fingers. “F-feels good, right?” 

“Feels like you’re just sitting on me.” To answer him, more out of spite, you clench around his swollen length. “Oh, wow.” 

Kento wouldn’t tell you, but this feeling is addictive. He knows you’re hot with worry, but you’re burning up inside, blushing his body a light shade of pink against the luxurious bath warmth. 

You two didn’t need to talk anymore. All you have to do is rest your head on his shoulder, meshing your breaths with his and letting words linger in midair. He finishes his coffee just like that, buried inside of you, cock drooling and needy, but he wouldn’t let it show. 

[shatcey]

Let me in!!!

Due to yesterday's situation, when many people were unable to log into the game and after reading a message on x/twitter…

A scene came to mind. It's so silly so I decided to share it.

Do you remember the scene from Romeo and Juliet? When was she on the balcony? Imagine the reversed version, but he won't let her in. Who could have done this? That's a silly question. I have no idea how to speak Judenian, so he will speak normally, but a bit rudely. I don't have much time, so the colors will be from the standard set.

Kate/Jude/Liam/Ellis/Harrison/William. Around 500 words.

Hah? Why is the door locked?

Kate knocked on the door and heard the answer, but from the second floor.

You are not allowed to enter.

Jude?

Kate took a few steps away from the building to get a better look, and sure enough, Jude was standing on the balcony, looking at her like a punishing angel.

Why?

Where were you at a time like this?

In the garden. I walk in the garden before going to bed.

Alone?

Well, yes. I didn't go too far. There's nothing to worry about.

I wasn't worried!

What else could it be?

You went alone, even though you're forbid to.

The promised month is long over. I'm part of the Crown now, and free to…

You have violated the terms of the employment contract! Have you even read it?

OF COURSE I DID!

Was there a contact?

Go away. Go back to your old life.

No, I won't.

...

Jude.... let me in!

No!

Okay… Then tell me the real reason.

You hate the Queen! This is a national crime.

I LOVE THE QUEEN! I'm a patriot, and you know it.

You hate Victor!

Hah?

Who in their right mind would hate Victor?

Me.

No… You don't hate him. He annoys you. This is different.

He smirked.

Smartass!

And that's why you don't like me.

Rubbish. You violated the contract and now you have to leave. It's nothing personal.

VICTOR! Jude won't let me in!

He's not here.

Sure… otherwise, why would you try to do this?..

I'm tired and sleepy… please let me in…

Go home!

THIS IS MY HOME!!!

Find a new one!

We stare at each other angrily.

It's starting to rain…

She sigh sadly, feeling like a stray cat on the street.

Rain? Did she say "rain"?

Jude… We can't let her get wet.

Don't you dare! This may be our only chance.

But… she'll get wet and get sick…

I'll get a towel.

I'll make some tea.

I'll open the door.

Harrison! You too? You were on my side.

But not at the cost of her health.

Weakling…

The door opened. Kate burst in while it was still open. Liam immediately threw a towel over her shoulders and began rubbing them to warm her up.

Your hair is wet too… We need more towels.

Liam runs away.

Take a cup. Careful, it's hot.

Thank you, Ellis.

William, standing on the stairs, watched the scene in front of him with a gentle smile. Kate noticed him.

You! How did you let this happen?

It was my birthday present.

What?

Well… Jude really wanted this. And even though it was obvious that he wouldn't succeed, I still wanted to see how you would react.

Why didn't you think about what I want?

I often give you what you want, our little Robin.… Don't be greedy.

You are so…

Villain?

He smiled, and Kate laughed.

Come on… You need to change your clothes before you catch a cold.

They're so caring… each in his own way.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[goldenmetstli]

Seto Kaiba as a Friend

NOTES: It's been a while since I wrote about my sweet cursed child. This one is pretty long and includes "What it is like to hang out with him". Let's dive in!

✮ Pretty obvious, but he doesn't know how to have friends, and if he ends up having one, it will be in extraordinary circumstances. Like with Yugi and everyone else, there needs to be an external reason why you two are in the same room (a tournament, business meeting, waiting for someone else, etc), and even then, he is not fond of just socializing for the sake of it; there are more important things in his mind and schedule than talking to strangers.

✮ In general, you need to catch his attention (it could be positive or negative) and have lots of forced interaction/proximity for Kaiba to consider you something more than a faceless, unimportant person. From then on, it is just luck lol

✮ I don't think he has a specific person he befriends because his idea of intrapersonal relationships is so distorted that they just happen in extraordinary situations. But one essential thing is that he needs to respect you.

✮ For example, Jounouchi made a bad first impression; it wasn't until his battle with Marik that he respected him as a duelist. From then on, he kind of acknowledged him and wouldn't mind hanging out with him if they were in the same room.

✮ But it's not like he would start chatting with Jounouchi; it is more like if Jounouchi started a conversation, he wouldn't ignore him and would even engage. They have also known each other for so long that it just happens that they are now what other people might consider friends.

✮ Like I say, it is very specific and circumstantial.

✮ A way to know if you two are friends is if he shows interest. Did you invite him to play some games at your house? He would ignore or mock them for having such an outlandish idea if it were anyone else. But with you, he would be silent for a second and then offer a better place to play the game or check his calendar to see if he has any available time.

✮ Would Kaiba say you are his friend? Never in his life. He just doesn't mind your company. And that is the biggest compliment: he is okay with your presence. That's all it takes lol

✮ Still, you simply cannot expect him to answer you in a timely manner. If you are not his brother, a stakeholder, or an employee, he will read your message and answer in four business days.

What does it look like hanging out with him?

✮ I believe hanging out with Kaiba would involve games (board games, video games, DnD, etc.). He would give his undivided attention and expect you to take this seriously as he does, and do your best to beat him. If it's DnD, he would get very involved, acting the scenes, adding music, just the whole immersion.

✮ Kaiba doesn't have a lot of free time, so the fact that he takes time out of his day to spend time with you is HUGE. Because of his serious face and intense personality, it might not seem like he is having a good time, but believe me, the fact that he is immersed in the games with you is his way to have fun.

✮ If he starts to taunt you that you might lose, or is a little mean, he is having a great time lol

✮ The more time you spend together, the more you will unlock other ways to hang out with Kaiba. His favorite is to exist together in the same space, while the other works on a project/homework/etc.

✮ You will have to be the one who proposes it at first, but over time, he will ask you about your work/school, comment that you should work on it, look at his watch, say he has to review a business presentation, and suggest stopping at an expensive cafe. This is his way of saying, "Let's spend time together."

✮ Kaiba doesn't mind silence. But if you want to chat, please don't make small talk. He feels you two are way past the point of talking as if you were coworkers or strangers, so he would find it odd. Ask about his work; he loves to talk about it. Anything related to his interests (new technology, his company, games, etc.) would be great conversation ideas.

✮ He is kind of obsessive, so the more he considers you a friend or someone relatively close to him, the more he will observe you. He will remember details about you; your favorite colour, the beverage you always ask, your game style, little quirks, etc.

✮ Kaiba would store that information without even noticing it.

✮ After a while, if you ever told him that your computer broke or your car needed to be fixed, he would help you. In his head, he convinces himself that you need those to work or go to school; it is a need, not a luxury. He doesn't do it for the goodness of his heart; it just happens that he has the means to fix it so you will stop moaning about it. Just that, nothing more.

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Well, that is all for now ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕!! Thank you so much for reading!!

[king-spite]

i know the red queen tv show is now less likely to happen that katy perry going to space BUT if it DOES happen i think they should pull a rhaenicent and make elara and coriane have a failed tragic homoerotic friendship before becoming "rivals". nevermind what actually happens in the books. i think that would save me actually

[ccbatman]

woe. bruce and dinah friendship be upon ye:

"Someone has to have our backs. Keep us honest. That's why I'm here." / "Batman needs a conscience? Okay, I'll bite."

{ The Brave and the Bold (1980) #166 • JLI (1987) #13 • Batgirl Year One (2003) #7 • JLI (1987) #6 • JLI (1987) #7 • JLA: Incarnations (2001) #4 • Green Arrow/Black Canary (2007) #1 • Injustice 2 (2017) #4 • JLI (1987) #13 • JLI (1987) #11 • Justice League of America (1960) #84 • Justice League of America: Rebirth (2017) }

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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