#pls let me know if you need me to change anything

[toonice113]

False god  ᥫ᭡  M.Barzal

Part two of three of my valentine's series

Part one: Paper rings - Q. Hughes

Part three: Lover - N.Hischier

Pairings: Mathew Barzal x fem!reader 

Genre: smut

Summary: your relationship has ever only existed for a few days at a time inside of the bedroom, that has never been a problem, but today? Today Mat has decided he doesn't want you to leave so soon.

Warnings: smut under the cut minors DO NOT INTERACT, p in v, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this, take care of yourselves), overstimulation, my first time writing smut

Word count: 1.6k

���˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚ Writing this note before i write the story to let yall know i have never written smut before so i apologize in advance. Update after writing it, this sucks i cringed at myself and im never writing smut again but oh well i had to at least try it once

When you had started this ‘relationship’ with Mat you knew it was not a conventional one. It began when you met in Italy at a family friend’s wedding you attended, Mat was there as a friend of the groom and things had escalated quickly, first with a drunken makeout session the night before the wedding and then with you two naked in bed after the wedding reception was over. One night became three and then you changed your flight back home to stay with him for a couple more days, days that were spent in between the sheets of his bed, hidden away in his hotel room instead of exploring the beautiful little town you were staying at.

Returning home you had expected the short escapade with Mat to dissolve and become nothing more than a memory, but flirty texts turned into facetime calls into Mat flying you to New York to see him, just like in Italy, your time was mainly spent naked under sheets savoring each other. It had been around a year now, and today you sat in his bed covered only by the white sheets while he stood by the window staring out to the city. “Why can’t you just change your flight?” He argued, his hair messy, his eyes not meeting yours 

“Because it’s my friend’s birthday and I would like to spend it with him” You said frowning, when you mentioned having to leave this afternoon while eating breakfast in bed you hadn’t expected Mat’s reaction to be this but as soon as you told him there was no way you were changing your flight to another day his mood soured

“Doesn’t he have other friends?” He scowled “Why does he need you to be there?” 

“He doesn’t need me to be there, I want to be there. You’re not listening to me right now” You fought back “Why do YOU need me to be here?” 

“Because I do” His response made you snort a laugh making him even more annoyed 

“Please, like there’s not other girls out there that could keep you entertained when I’m not around” He finally turns to look at you “People talk, I know what you get up to when I’m not here Mat” 

He walks towards you, his tall frame looming over you, he can’t help but think about how pretty you look down there and how much he wished your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock right now “Maybe I don’t want any of those other girls” he bends down and gives you a rough kiss, his hands tangling in your hair as he does “And maybe you should put that pretty mouth to work on something other than fighting me” 

Your hands slip through his exposed abs to the waistband of his sweatpants playing with it “‘M not the one fighting” You push the pants down before running one of your hands over the erection in his boxers looking up through your lashes at him “Because there’s no fight, I’m leaving later” not giving him a chance to say anything you finally relieve him of his underwear licking a stripe up his hard dick making him hiss and push you for more 

“Stop talking” He guides your lips to his tip and moans loudly when you put him in your mouth, using your hands to help you stroke what you can’t take “Yeah, just like that, look at you” You moan as a response to him pulling your hair “Bet birthday boy can’t give you this huh” One of his hands lets go of your hair, manhandling you until you’re on your fours, with the sheets no longer covering you his fingers slide down your pussy “So wet baby”

“Mat” You sigh out “Please, no teasing” 

“What do you want baby? Tell me” He teases brushing his fingers through your wet folds putting no pressure to alleviate your needs

“Your fingers, please” You plead, he pushes his cock back into your mouth and finally touches you the way he knows you like 

“Yeah? You wanna come on my fingers?” One of his fingers pushes inside of you making you moan, the vibrations feeling so good on his dick that he can’t help but moan with you “You’re doing so good pretty girl, just like that” he hums when you swirl your tongue around him pushing another finger inside of you and rubbing your clit with his thumb “You can take more than that though” His hand that is still tangled in your hair pushes your head down, you fight him pulling up “No, you can take it baby, I know you can take it” He can feel you pulsing on his fingers making him pick up his pace, your moans drowned by his dick in your mouth “Take it all and i’ll make you come” You shake your head as best as you can to tell him you can’t “No? Okay then” He pulls his fingers out of you making you whine at the loss of contact “You know what to do baby”

“You’re an asshole” You tell him coming up for air before taking him back in your mouth, Mat just chuckles knowing he’s about to get what he wants, relaxing your throat you do down, taking him deeper until you have taken him all 

“Oh yeah” Mat moans “See? I knew you could do it”  After making you come once with his fingers, Mat pushes you down until your back is on the mattress, he wipes your chin off and kisses you harshly before trailing a kiss down your chest until he’s by your hips kissing you there a couple times before his tongue finds your clit, alternating between sucking on it and kissing it

“Mmm Mat” You gasp, your hips pushing up but he holds them in place “Too much, can’t” 

He looks up at you, your hair messily sprung on his pillows, your cheeks flushed, your lips swollen “You taste too good, can’t stop baby, let me eat you out, please, you can take it, give me another one” Your nod is all he needs to go back to devouring you, using his fingers to help him and it doesn’t take long for your to release all over him, your overstimulation speeding up your orgasm

He comes back up with a smile on his face, his lips and chin glistering with your juices “God you’re too good” You tell him pulling him down into a kiss

“And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet” He says reminding you of the erection that pokes at your stomach, he gives himself a few strokes before teasing your overstimulated pussy making you whine 

“I don’t think I can take another one” You tell him making his smile widen in cockiness, he knows you can come for him again, he’s tested you before 

“I need to remind you that I can give you a better time than whatever his name is can” His dick presses on your opening and even though you’re exhausted your body seems to disagree with you, your hips pushing up looking for more “Just one more and we can rest” 

The moan you let out when he burries himself deep into you has to be his new favorite sound, every time he’s with you he thinks there’s no way things can get better, but they do, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how your body reacts to him, how your eyes roll back and your mouth parts, the sounds you make for him, and most importantly, the way your pussy feels so tight around his dick, his hands trail every curve of your body, taking his time especially with your tits as he pumps in and out, pinching your nipples before taking one in his mouth 

“Mat” You whine “‘M close, so close oh god” 

Mat moves to give your other nipple some attention never once interrupting the rhythm of his hips that clap against yours, you come not too long after, your legs curling around his middle, your orgasm triggers his and he finally releases your nipple to give you a kiss before sliding off of you making you hiss in discomfort as he does “Still wanna leave?” he asks laying next to you 

You scoff at him trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom and clean yourself, but just sitting down is too much work, your body already beginning to ache not only from the three orgasms he gave you just now, but from the ones you shared last night as well, not wanting to show him how spent he’s left you you ignore your body moving to get up, but your legs tremble the second your feet touch the floor, and you know if you stand right now you’ll resemble baby bambi 

“What’s the matter baby, thinking about staying?” Mat laughs behind you getting up and putting his boxers on before walking into his bathroom leaving you sitting there staring at him in annoyance, he doesn’t take too long and when he comes back he has a warm towel in his hands, kneeling down in front of you and cleaning you, then picking you up bridal style and taking you with him to the bathroom sitting you in the toilet so you can pee 

“I’m still leaving” You point at him “Just maybe not tonight” You see his cocky smile thinking he’s won, and technically he has, but not for long because as soon as you’re back in bed, with clean underwear and one of his t-shirts covering you, you change your flight from this afternoon to tomorrow morning

[scoupsakakitty]

can you pls do a part two for like cotton? it was so good i need more 🤲🏾🤲🏾

Like Cotton pt.2 | idol!Mingyu x Reader | fluff

The days following the live broadcast were filled with an undeniable shift between Y/N and Mingyu. It wasn’t anything obvious—at least, not at first—but the others noticed the subtle changes. The way Mingyu always seemed to be near her, the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before, the way Y/N’s laughter grew softer whenever he was around.

It was Seungkwan who addressed it first. “You two have been acting weird,” he declared, arms crossed as he stared at them across the practice room. “Like, really weird.”

Y/N nearly choked on her water. “What?”

Mingyu, who had been stretching beside her, froze. “We’re not acting weird.”

Seungkwan scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at them. “You are! It’s like, there’s this… this tension! You’re both giggly and flustered all the time. It’s suspicious.”

Jeonghan, ever the opportunist, leaned in with a smirk. “Are you in love, Mingyu?”

Mingyu immediately turned red. “Wh-What? No! I mean—no!”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up just as quickly. “Stop teasing us.”

Hoshi clapped his hands together dramatically. “This is just like a drama! Two best friends falling for each other after realizing how adorable they are together.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face, while Mingyu let out a nervous chuckle. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He grabbed Y/N’s wrist gently and pulled her toward the door. “We have somewhere to be.”

Seungkwan gasped. “You’re just proving my point!”

Ignoring the laughter behind them, Mingyu led Y/N out of the room. He didn’t let go of her wrist until they reached the quieter hallways of the building. Once they were alone, he finally spoke.

“They’re not wrong,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N blinked at him. “About what?”

He hesitated before sighing. “About us. About me acting weird.”

She felt her heart stutter slightly but kept her voice steady. “So… you have been acting different?”

Mingyu nodded slowly, eyes meeting hers. “Yeah. And I think I know why.”

The silence between them stretched for a long moment. Y/N didn’t dare to speak first, afraid of what he might say next. But then Mingyu reached for her hand, much like he had during the live broadcast, turning it over in his palm as if memorizing every detail.

“I like you, Y/N.” His voice was soft but certain. “And not just as a friend.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was sincerity.

“You…” She swallowed hard. “You do?”

Mingyu let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah. I think I have for a while, but I only just realized it.”

Y/N felt her pulse racing. She wasn’t sure what to say, how to respond. But then she looked down at their intertwined hands, and something inside her clicked.

“I like you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu’s eyes widened slightly before a wide grin spread across his face. “Really?”

She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Really.”

His smile turned into a laugh—one of relief, of excitement, of something new and thrilling. And before Y/N could process what was happening, he had pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun them around.

The sound of their laughter echoed in the empty hallway.

When he finally set her down, Mingyu cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumb across her cheek just as he had before. But this time, there was no hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s breath caught, but she managed a small smile. “Yeah.”

And so he did.

[divya-effendi]

Divya's high-healed boots clicked against the concrete and asphalt as she crossed the street to Oliver's flat from where she'd parked. The elder witch was in the business of keeping powerful allies, and Oliver was no different. He'd had a long history with the Effendi coven, and now that she was their leader, the deitie's history continued with Divya. She knew she wouldn't have to knock as she neared his door, putting on a hint of a smile as he opened the door wide.

"You're adorable if you think the cold still bothers me, darling," she teased as she half-hugged the fellow, placing a half-hearted peck on his cheek. The other arm still held a well-decorated box, a velvet bow bouncing slightly as she adjusted its weight slightly. "Oliver, you do spoil me," she added as her hand gracefully lifted a flute of champagne from the tray. "I figured I might very well do the same," she teased, placing the medium-sized gift box on the dining room table beside them. "'tis the season for giving, and all that."

Closed Starter: @divya-effendi

Oliver hummed about, his feet gliding over the ground levitating just slightly off the ground, as he set up refreshments for his coming guest. As a deity he had no need to eat, but he delighted in sweets and snacks, and he felt it was rude to just have them come and work with no niceties especially this time of the year. A tray of cookies in an array of red, green, and white, hot chocolate in festive mugs, and flutes of champagne in case sweets weren't to her liking.

Oliver loved to collect anything that hummed with magic, perhaps tilting luck in his favor to find and collect them, he was like a magpie. Eventually he would pass them back on to whoever they truly belonged to- he thought of himself more like a way point for artifacts. And he kept the truly dangerous ones locked up tight under powerful barriers. Tragically as much as he loved magical times and artifacts he had no nose for figuring out what he did. He outsourced this task to powerful witches who could read just what they did and gauge how dangerous they were.

"Welcome! Come in from the cold! Please relax I have a wonderful spread of things that came in today for you to look at. I feel like most of them are trinkets but you're the expert." The deity ushered Divya in from outside offering a seat. "Make yourself at home."

[aromanticannibal]

izuku who doesn't remember or know kacchan is trans will always be so fucking funny to me. he just sees kacchan in pants/skirt (depending on transmasc/transfemcchan) in UA and he's like mm. anyways

[mcthmancometh]

baylor dawson 💋

💋: did you ever lock lips? did you want to?

“Me? I’m not exactly Baylor’s type,” August scoffs, arms crossed over his chest. It’s ostensibly the truth. Everyone knows Baylor is a ladies’ man, often to great success. He goes after girls who are gorgeous, and popular, who will make a pretty trophy to brag about to his friends so he can move onto the next one, and August is exactly none of those things. But, well, the thing is—

It went a little something like this.

Almost exactly a year ago. Baylor, home for winter break, throwing the rager to end all ragers to celebrate his homecoming, the first Baylor Dawson Extravaganza Misty Mountain had seen in months. August, desperately searching for some sense of normalcy in a life that only seemed to be getting more turbulent by the day, somehow ending up there even though the two girls who used to drag him to those sorts of things weren’t exactly around to do it anymore (one of them being dead and the other acting like August went and died along with her). It was a shitty, stupid idea, and August spent the better part of two hours getting progressively more drunk as he tried and failed to track down a single friendly face. He was just about to give up and head home when he went out the back door and practically tripped over the man of the hour himself, sitting on the back deck all on his lonesome.

What are you doing here? Baylor had asked, brow furrowed, but he sounded more confused than anything. His words were slurred and his blinks were slow.

August had frozen the second they made eye contact, going full deer-in-headlights, and when he did manage to find his voice again, the truth had tumbled out: Looking for a friend. But I don’t think she’s here. So I was just leaving.

And then Baylor had said, Want some of this? and offered out the joint in his hand. August had stared warily at it for a long minute, then, with no shortage of caution or trepidation, he’d made his way over and sat down. And, for the first time in their lives, August and Baylor had had an actual conversation.

Well — Baylor did most of the talking as they passed the joint back and forth. He went on and on about school and football and his issues with his parents and his insecurities and damn near verged on an existential crisis while August listened and wondered why the hell Baylor was telling him all of this and what the catch was.

You get it, though. Right? Baylor had finally asked.

Yeah, August had replied. Because weirdly, he did.

And then Baylor had kissed him.

And August had kissed back.

He has no idea how long that went on — it wasn’t exactly just a kiss, but it wasn’t exactly more than that, either — but then there was a loud crash from somewhere inside the house and they’d jerked apart and just kind of blinked at each other in startled confusion for a minute.

Baylor had gotten up and said, You should go. And he hadn’t sounded pissed, or sad, or — anything, really. Just kind of resigned. He went inside. August smoked a cigarette and then he went home.

He hasn’t seen Baylor more than in passing since then, the few unavoidable encounters passing with a subtle but intentional lack of eye contact from both parties. Baylor hadn’t gotten into any of the multitude of reasons August shouldn’t tell anyone about it, but he hadn’t had to — August had immediately added it to the pile of shit he fully intends on taking right to the grave. (And who the fuck would he even tell, anyways?)

“Besides,” he adds, “I doubt the guy even knows my name.” And that part, at least, is the complete and honest truth.

[sleepymarimo]

I'm so sad and tired of reading by accident people that don't tag their angst saying Toji would never forget his late wife and that his heart died with her. I only trust your writing about him, you're the best Toji writer! What do you think Toji would do if his s/o was feeling insecure about not being good enough compared to his late wife?

hello there anon! thank you so much for the praise, you’re too sweet 🙂‍↕️ i’m glad you like how I write for toji!

now onto your question…

I think it’s a little complicated in the sense that toji really needs time to understand how you feel and, more importantly, how to get you out of that headspace of insecurity.

this mostly applies to the earlier stages of the relationship when he’s still learning, still adjusting to sharing his life again. and, honestly, toji isn’t overly prone to reminiscing or thinking ahead- he lives in the moment, hence the gambling and looking for distractions.

he doesn’t mean to ever make you insecure, of course not, but hey, things happen.

now, toji is really good at telling when things are wrong, but horrible at picking apart why. he can tell you’re insecure or feeling upset the second you wake up. as soon as you breathe wrong, he can tell something is up.

unfortunately, he can’t bridge that gap regarding the cause. this is where time comes in, because he needs to learn to connect the dots. when he learns why you feel the way you do, he isn’t quite sure how to process it.

she’s always going to have a place in his life, whether you accept it or not, whether he accepts it or not.

but, the love he holds for you is in everything he does and might be easy to overlook depending on your love language.

he’s bad with words, maybe with gifts, but he never forgets your order at your favorite restaurant, never forgets to fluff the pillow the way you like it, never forgets to text you when you’re off work.

you’re a priority to him, you’re the now, and that won’t change.

ultimately, how he responds will depend on his partner. he’ll ask you how you feel, will bluntly bring up the fact that you’re acting off, and he’ll do what you need him to do (I believe he’ll benefit from a partner who is honest about what they need). as he did for megumi-mama, he’ll change for you. when he’s in love, he really only cares about your approval and, quite frankly, he doesn’t see an issue with it.

[renatusest]

@geidonteispostergirl

When she'd heard of a market, Cheryl thought of something simple like a farmer's market or small cluster of booths; however, instead the Opalarian market town was just that-- a bustling, overwhelming expanse of different businesses. The only thing she could compare it to was an outside mall, simply on a giant scale.

Cheryl wondered how anyone would build something like this, and just how big this island actually was, as she walked through the market town's streets. So many different people, so many things for sale that seemed right out of a fantasy movie or novel...

Yet, what soon caught Cheryl's immediate attention was another young woman, one that was, undeniably, gliding through the air effortlessly. The sight of someone flying in broad daylight was so much of a shock that Cheryl could only stop and stare, her eyes following the other person until she finally touched down to the ground. Cheryl blinked, even going so far as to pinch her own arm.

Somehow, it was all still reality.

Cheryl couldn't stop her curiosity from getting the better of her, and walked right up to the other woman (she wasn't that far away, after all). She didn't even try to be subtle.

"Did you just fly here? Seriously?"

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @elplus || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " doctor, i have a question. " the genuine curiosity presented in those aureate orbs of hers spelled how she indeed had something to ask him. something that apparently had been on her mind if a thick book about old myths from various cultures was any hint to this inquiry of hers. " why is it that whenever a sacrifice is needed, it's always a maiden ? is there a reason for it ? " what did one's virginity has to do with being suitable sacrifice ?

[foolhcrdvs]

who: connor + isa (@icesqueen) when: 11th january 2025 at 9:02am where: the kitchen status: closed

If there was one thing Connor knew well, it was the importance of fueling up before a strenuous workout. Sure, when his dieticians and coaches were hammering in the importance of eating a well balanced meal, he was sure that trekking through snow to look for his missing friends was the last thing they were thinking of. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to go out in the middle of nowhere on an empty stomach. That could only lead to disaster.

Three eggs were sizzling in the pan as he set to work making his protein shake. As he started scooping powder into the cup, he heard the kitchen door open behind him. "Hey, can you get the bread for me?" he called, not bothering to turn around. "I'll cook up an egg for you too, if ya want."

Connor screwed on the lid to his shaker and started working it in one hand as he turned around, expecting to see a friendly face holding out a loaf of bread for him. Instead, he saw one of the last people he expected to see. And now he had initiated a conversation with her. Fantastic.

[billieblackwclls]

day of the call, early night, their place. with ; gabriel gallo — @carrved

the door behind her just closes, shoes barely had the time to come off that she makes her presence known, bag falling into its usual spot, ready to go at a moment's notice. " question for you, lover. " no need of a hello to even confirm his own presence, the aura in the room enough for her to recognize when he is or isn't taking up a space he fills so well. there is a magnetism he commands anywhere he stands, slouches or lays. one that still leaves her impressed, no matter the years used to its orbit. the day had been long, evening longer. depending on his answer, the night could stretch the longest.

" actually, maybe a little game. guess who disrupted the middle of a settlement meeting ? " finding him on their couch, it's overly easy to walk a path behind it. easier to let her hands fall on his shoulders, trailing down his arms as she's leaning in, lips to his ear to whisper some more hints to guide him through a possible answer. " it was the weirdest phone call i've ever received, topping any of your drunken ones. " holed up in her office the whole day, she didn't have the time to assess the wide spread of this incident.

but she did not actually intend to play anything, honeyed demeanor and sultry voice contrasting the much more solemn subject of the inquiry. " i trust you did not, in fact, give out my personal number to one late giovanni moretti ? " of course, she would be upset if he had, death of a man aside. it made no sense for that line to ring at the time it did, much less who the speaker tried to impersonate, as he had been retrieved from the river mere days ago. she knows gabe to be far more intelligent than a lot of people make him, trusts he keeps her as an ace up his sleeve and not displayed into his casual hand. still, he is the fastest link to the late head moretti, it's more than fair of her to ask. she simply hopes she was not part of his gang leader's little black book.

[maricabrera]

WHO: @coltonatwater WHERE: The Side of the Road Somewhere

Mari had been on her way to pick Colton up- well, if you could call their little ritual picking him up. She usually drove to meet him, honking twice and then climbing into the passenger's seat of the old truck and allowing the blonde to drive from there. Which was the plan tonight for their dinner plans, except... well, except Mari was driving from one town over and if Mari was driving for more than five minutes there was more than likely going to be some kind of incident. Except, by the grace of the universe or someone, this incident wasn't her fault.

She'd been sitting at a red light when the car came up quickly behind her, swerving at the last minute and only clipping the back corner of her car, which caused her to panic and hit the gas. Luckily, Mari hadn't hit anyone else- just ran her car up onto a curb and hit a light pole. There was no driving it to Colton's, but there were also no injuries, which she was grateful for. But it did mean she was going to be incredibly late...

"Before you say anything, it's not my fault." She began, cutting off the man's greeting when he answered the phone. "But I'm gonna need you to come pick me up. Please." She added the word of gratitude a moment later. "And maybe bring a tow truck? Ol' Betty... she's..." Letting out a sigh, Mari turned to look at her truck, still pressed against the unmoving pole with the hood and grill crumpled around the metal. "She's in a state. I promise dinner after, on me. And dessert. And drinks. I'll even sing you a song." She mused. "I've already dropped you a pin for the location." Chewing on her lower lip, the brunette leaned back against the wrecked vehicle and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I can Uber home and we can reschedule if you want. I'm sure you're sick of playin' my knight in shining armor."

[fmdjace]

◤so what?

❝ people that soaks into heart what kind of person am i? am i a good person? or a bad person? @minjungfmd

​jihoon feels like he is holding onto every single thread of sanity he has left. he feels like a little kid being scolded, for something he isn't entirely aware of. he understands where minjung is coming from. he was a dick last time they spoke, but he was honest, as honest as he could be to salvage some of their friendship. if anything, jihoon thinks he did really good, compared to any previous discourses he's had, he is impressed that minjung had the guts to approach him in a public setting.

let alone to call him out for being as friendly and cheery as ever. maybe if she looked a bit fucking deeper, she would notice that wasn't the case. maybe he should have bared his teeth more, scared her off and make her leave him to wallow in self pity. just like she did about juyeon, maybe even worse than that.. oh, it was definitely worse than that. they've had plenty of friendly interactions through the event, he was being as civil as civil could get. so he doesn't understand why minjung expect him to tear into her in a public setting with cameras and people lingering at every corner?

he is chewing on his lips as he listens to her, eyes scanning the perimeter every few seconds because he feels the need to get out. he doesn't care how disrespectful it is, he wants out.

"if you would like to lecture me on being civil in a public setting, pass the feedback onto my manager." jihoon finally spits out, after noticing the silence between them had gotten ever so slightly suffocating. "or maybe, you should take a hint and act the same, stop harassing me in public about doing my job at keeping our images in tact." the words come in the same tone and urgency, a bit through gritted teeth because the male thinks he might explode if minjung pushed anymore. asked anymore.

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @fruitpoem ! BASED ON: this plot !

"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK you're doing with them ." dawn's nose wrinkles with the words, her brow arching as she looks them over . "with the fancy fucking tesla and daddy's trustfund and — those stupid boat shoes ?" the disgust on their face is apparent for a few moments even through their frustration . "we literally make fun of people like that and now you're —" dawn fumbles for words . "what, into it or something ? "

[clemencetaught]

"Thank you so much for introducing me into your busy schedule," Hermes says and he's oh so very polite, epitome of status and class, of the Capitol, complete with something less polite glistening in his eyes, making his stare resemble the kind worn by someone curiously waiting to see whether the distracted mouse will see the lurking cat in time. He comes up around Patrick, offering his hands. "Let me take your coat, hm? Care for a drink?" ((btw if Patrick is more of a jacket kinda peep here pretend it says jacket >:3333333)) || a year late but here we are ( unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

One would think at his age, the stream of clients on his end would be slowing down by now. The copious amounts of surgeries and skin care routines Capitolites undergo would indict so– he’s already past his prime and with the pool of victors always growing larger and larger each year, he would assume the Capitol’s attention on him would fade. The Capitolites are like crows in that respect, eyes drawn to what is shiny and what is new, their attention spans that of goldfishes.

One would think then, that he’d be discarded by now, being OLD now and therefore in the Capitol’s eyes, as good as dead.

“But of course,” Patrick says astutely, flinching when he realizes the client has managed to sneak behind him. Well that’s new– most clients wait for him in their bedrooms. Most clients would have their avoxes let him in, the task of welcoming a guest apparently too arduous for those of their class. And most clients wouldn’t offer to take coats either. Perhaps this one was raised with a military background of sorts.  “Your father has a great deal of connections to the games and President Snow certainly didn’t want to disappoint his son. You know our president holds the games to the highest esteem.”

The coat stays on for a moment longer. He tries to savor it, his armor, as he looks around the foyer. It’s ornate, just like all the ones that came before. And all the ones that will come afterwards– at some point when you’ve seen one interior of a mansion, you’ve seen it all. The heirs of the elite aren’t much better and with the way his newest client looks at him, like he’s supposed to provide some sort of entertainment at the moment, Patrick can only bite back a sigh. Only three hours, Patrick tells himself. Slowly, he forces a smile. Three hours and then he can get on a train and go back home. Back to Sun. 

“It would be my pleasure,” Patrick says, finally offering Mister Hermes his coat. His stomach turns. “I suppose we all need a drink before the main event, hm? And a chance for me to get to know you, my dear.”

[requiemofrebellion]

@multianime - starter

A soft sigh left the blue haired male as he slowly stood up from the ground. His body was a bit sore from the training he was trying to do on his own before he had to reluctantly go home. Nagisa gathered up his things around the forest before heading out and back towards the class E building. He was sure a lot of the students had gone home by now. He wondered if the teachers even went home, knowing Koro-sensei though he was probably off across the planet to attend something. So, Nagisa didn’t think there was much use to check inside the building to say his final goodbyes until he saw them tomorrow. So, he turned away from the building, ready to head out towards the main campus when his eyes laid on a familiar redhead. 

“ Karma? ” At first it was a question, before a smile formed on his lips and he started up a walk to get closer to his friend. “ Hey, Karma. I didn’t think you’d still be around after school, what are you doing? ”

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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