#then again they don't care once their flirting game begins

[mischievous-thunder]

Bonus:

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

~Yanderes For Everyone~

Here's some yandere prompts and imagines, both romantic and platonic, for those who want some non sexual yandere adoration ❤️ Happy Pride!

Romantic/Asexual Scenarios:

M!Yandere x M!Reader

Yandere!Best Friend who couldn't figure out at first why it hurt so badly when you had friends other than him until a classmate attempted to ask you out

Yandere!Best Friend really just wants the two of you to continue playing games together, and live together, and adopt a couple of dogs together, and grow old together.. y'know, like how best friends do

Yandere!Best Friend becomes a complete menace when he learns what asexuality is, and that one can be both gay and ace

Yandere!Best Friend who is determined to prove that you don't need anyone else but him, even if it means cutting you off from the outside world

Yandere!Best Friend's method of "seduction" is stealthily turning off your phone's notifications while you're hanging out and tricking you into staying over longer than you intended

"You can't leave yet! I forgot to show you this new game I bought; it has couch co-op, and I just put pizza bites in the oven!"

Fem!Yandere x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Nun who enjoys her days at the convent, tending to flowers and taking care of those in need. She doesn't care so much about her vows to God, but enjoys a life free from the societal expectations she was gifted from birth as a woman.

Yandere!Nun is stunned when she sees you for the very first time. It was like witnessing an angel descend upon the earth, or experiencing a divine prophetic dream

Yandere!Nun loves being near her own personal angel, who's voice brings a joy she's never known before

Yandere!Nun is crushed when she learns that this isn't a final home for you like it is for her, and is instead merely a way for you to receive an education before your inevitable debut into society

Yandere!Nun who becomes determined to keep you with her, forever tending to the garden and feeding the poor, and decides that she will do whatever it takes to keep you by her side...

"Really, aren't you safer here? I mean, under God's protection, we can be happy! ..together.."

Yandere!Succubus x GN!Reader

Yandere!Succubus who's never enjoyed sex, not even once in the past thousand years she's been alive

Yandere!Succubus feels she must "grin and bear it", putting on a fake smile and bracing herself for the worse when she is once again summoned to the human world

Only to be floored by you, who summoned her from a spell in an ominous old book you found in the attic, not knowing that she was a succubus

Yandere!Succubus can feel herself falling for you every time she is summoned for some mundane task that doesn't involve her body, whether it be helping you finish a work assignment last minute or assisting with household chores

Yandere!Succubus refuses to answer the summoning rituals of lonely humans, instead spending all her time with you, even when you don't call for her

Yandere!Succubus knows that when it's your time, you will inevitably be punished, and has already made plans for your "departure" from this world

It'll be like you never died, you'll blink and be 25 again, baking cookies with her in your kitchen while she tells you about her day, laughing as she flirts with you and never questioning why Monday never seems to arrive

Yandere!Merman x GN!Reader

Yandere!Merman who meets you in a very silly and cliche way: being rescued after getting tangled up in garbage

Yandere!Merman acts distraught when you refuse to accept any gifts from him, trying to convince him that you don't need to be rewarded for doing the right thing

Yandere!Merman finds himself enamored with you, wanting to extend your visit longer, going as far as to grab your ankle when you try to leave

He begins running out of reasons to keep you, but you promise you'll be back again in the morning, and boy does he feel like crying when you stay true to your word and return to him

Yandere!Merman feels a little guilty about deceiving you, but when he learns that you're only there on "vacation" and that you'll be going "back to work" soon, he had to do something!

Yandere!Merman who finally gets you to accept a gift, a little glass vial that he claims is a traditional drink his people enjoy

He apologizes over and over again when the "drink" causes you to transform, robbing you of your legs. Wiping your tears away and crying himself, claiming that he had no idea it would have that affect on a human! But that he's ready to take responsibility, and take care of you for the rest of your new life under the water..

Yandere!Spirit x GN!Reader

Yandere!Spirit who's been dead for so long that they've forgotten what it was like to be human

Their body has warped as they lost memories of their previous life, elongating and discoloring, their skin a hollow grey and their body thin and stretched

Yandere!Spirit is approached one day by you, a human who not only can see them, but isn't afraid of them

Yandere!Spirit had forgotten what warmth was, but being in your presence was almost like having a heartbeat again

Yandere!Spirit becomes addicted to you, begging to stay by your side and continue basking in the sunlight of your smile, feeling that this is what it must have felt like to be alive

"Don't ask me to stay home.. does it really bother you that people think you're talking to yourself? I just.. please don't leave me again.."

Aroace/Platonic Scenarios:

Yandere!Catboy x GN!Reader

Yandere!Catboy who breaks into your house one day, and decides that your home is now his home as well

Yandere!Catboy demands attention and affection when he wants it.. and it usually just happens to be when you're busy

Yandere!Catboy has no sense of personal space, and didn't care if you're on the phone with your mother, he needs to use your lap as a pillow right. now.

Yandere!Catboy is a pain in the ass, treating you like a prince's servant, but he adores you in his own, possessive way

"Why do you smell like another cat?! I don't care if that skank was an aCtUaL cAt, those hands should only be rubbing these ears! Now get to it!"

Yandere!Big Sister x GN!Reader

Yandere!Big Sister who isn't actually related to you, but took pity on you and offered you a ride one night when you were walking home in the rain

Yandere!Big Sister sees herself in you, despite the gender difference, believing you to be as lonely as she is

Yandere!Big Sister begins keeping an eye out for you on her trips around town, doing her best to gain your trust slowly enough where she wouldn't scare you off

Yandere!Big Sister invites herself over to your apartment the moment she thinks you might not hate her, bringing gifts of junk food and beer

Yandere!Big Sister is so convinced that you are like her, that she "protects" you from your "obviously shitty" family, blocking their numbers on your phone while you're passed out, isolating you from the people that would hurt you

"That ass forgot your birthday?! I'm so sorry, kiddo.. If it makes you feel any better.. I already picked up a cake on my way over here~"

Yandere!Cult x Deity!Reader

Yandere!Cult Members who passionately worship you with a fervor that makes you worried for their mental stability

Resurrected from obsoletion, you were obviously overwhelmed with joy, being a small, nearly forgotten deity.. but when you witnessed your congregation, you realized they weren't regular worshippers

Yandere!Cult Members exist in a state of ecstasy for you, giving up their lives to join the cult they made in your name

Yandere!Cult Members who take what little text survived from your past followers, and turned it into a doctrine so absolute, that any deviation has them on their knees begging for forgiveness

And when you make yourself known, trying to calm the pitiful humans, share some comfort with them that you are not a god that enjoys this kind of devotion, the Yandere!Cult is in a state of euphoria, unable to comprehend your words..

"You appear! For us! We are not worthy of your presence, and yet you are such a kind and loving god that you appear.. for us!! No sacrifice is too great for one such as yourself!!"

Yandere!Toy Maker x GN!Reader

Yandere!Toy Maker who never liked humans; they talk too much, they smell funny, they grow old, and worse of all, they die

Yandere!Toy Maker changes his tune when he first meets you

Yandere!Toy Maker is fascinated by you, because unlike most humans, you don't annoy him; you're like a wind up dolly, only saying what he wants to hear

Yandere!Toy Maker uses you as his inspiration, making toys and dolls of all types that look like you, often gifting you adult sized clothes that are replicas of the outfits he makes for the little yous

Yandere!Toy Maker seriously considers stuffing your body, turning you into a toy that will never grow old; never leave him

But he could never.. even if he put a drawstring on your back, it wouldn't be the same.. he still doesn't have enough recordings of you talking to replace your presence..

✨Bonus✨

Yandere!Bed x GN!Reader

The mattress was on sale at the cheap little store you were visiting for the first time. And honestly, the deal was too good to pass up. When was the last time you got a new bed? Didn't you deserve to wake up not in pain?

So you brought it home.

It was a pain in the ass, but you got it into your apartment by yourself and set it up.

It. Was. Heaven.

You couldn't remember the last time you fell asleep so quickly, but it felt like you blacked out the second you laid down. In fact, it was so comfortable, you slept through all three of your alarms.

Shit.

But even being late to work and getting yelled at by your boss didn't faze you. The entire day it was like you were walking on clouds; you were so well rested that all you could think about was going home to your new bed: excited to sleep again.

And for the first couple of weeks, your coworkers didn't say anything. But they began worrying about you, suspecting that you might be depressed or something. All you talked about was your bed; how you never slept so well in your life, how laying down was like falling straight into the dream world... But you never looked worse.

Despite your claims that you were sleeping like a corpse, you were beginning to look like the dead. The bags under your eyes were hollow and heavy, your skin was paling, and your movements were slow and weak.

However, it didn't matter what they said.

That mattress was the single best purchase you've ever made in your whole entire life.

Lying down was like being enveloped in the embrace of a parent.

It didn't bother you when your boss fired you in front of your concerned fellow employees..

It just meant that you would have more time to sleep.

[courtofparrots]

Luis Serra and his use of false bravado

I'm writing a fic right now that requires a pretty in-depth character analysis of Luis, and I wanted to talk about one of my favorite things about him, which is his use of false bravado to get out of sticky situations, and the expressiveness he displays in the moments in between.

We talk a lot about Leon's micro-expressions when he's trying to hide his feelings, which don't get me wrong, I LOVE to analyze, but Luis has such telling expressions as well, and we should talk about it! (I also saw some gifs of Luis's expressions being modded onto Leon and THAT got attention but... neither here nor there).

To me, it always looks like he's using an almost silly amount of swagger when he interacts with others to portray his confidence, and he barely ever lets that wall down. Unlike Leon and Ada, he's a civilian, but he jokes around and flirts every time he's in front of them, despite being in situations where he really should be behaving more like Ashley, like when he narrowly avoided being tortured to death and he's just like "nice, cigs"

We as the audience are only privy to his mask slips in 3 different types of situations, as far as I can tell:

When he feels like his luck is about to run out: he goes from acting confident to suddenly displaying a lot of fear on his face, while he wildly casts around for something to say to help him out. In both of these instances, he completely regains his bravado once he thinks he's safe again, i.e. when Ada saves him from the torturers, or when he realizes Ada knows who Leon is. This is also just kind of adorable. Watch the way his face falls when he realizes Ada is mad, and then the way he flounders when she points her gun at him.

2. When no one else is looking: This one stood out to me from the very beginning because he's actually still speaking with confidence as he explains that the plaga can be removed, but Leon and Ashley can't see his face, where he's clearly showing his trepidation, his guilt about them being infected, etc. and then notice how he goes right back to smiling and confident when he turns around to face them again.

3. When he feels concern for others: Luis is an extremely caring person, and one of the most common moments where he lets his mask slip is when someone else is in danger. Obviously the first thing that comes to mind is his reaction to the medicine being destroyed, but I also want to draw attention to the look on his face when Ada is in danger and she tells him to leave her. And I know I included him looking away from Leon and Mendez in a previous post but here's a higher quality gif so you can really get your heart broken by how scared he looks:

Anyways, I just love the little things that make up characters in this game. I also have analyses about Ada and Ashley that you'll probably get whether you want it or not because I love them, and their characterizations are so interesting.

[nectardaddy]

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN. . . single dad! meian + f!reader

✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - brief mention of parental death, heavy underlying emotions, meian's a flirt when he wants to be, typos probably

It was all too early for the man that morning, the sun barely even breaking the horizon when his alarm went off. He rubbed at tired eyes the whole morning, fighting off the urge to do nothing more than get back in bed. But he couldn't do that, even if he had the chance - he had more than just himself to take care of. 

His daughter, Himawari, always, without fail, fought him on waking up; and now that it was earlier than normal, it was a complete lost cause. She fought against waking up, fought against getting ready, and fought against going outside because she refused to wear a jacket. But the chill outside turned her off to the idea of going to school all together. Stubborn, and moody from the change of schedule, he had to all but drag her to get in the car - she fought against that too.

They had to get to her school earlier than normal, his schedule clashed with all other times to meet with her teacher - a prerequisite, of sorts, to meet all new families at the beginning of the year - and he finally bit the bullet and asked for a time before school. Thank god her teacher agreed; despite the coaxing and near begging the man had to do to get his daughter in the building to begin with. 

She walked beside him, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl; a rather adorable sight at how small she was and the Hello Kitty bookbag she adorned. (But Meian told anyone who would listen to not let her fool them, she was as devilish as they came.) He shortened his strides whenever he walked with his daughter, he was tall enough that one stride was about three of hers; so he opted for picking her up with a groan. “Come here, you're killing me.” 

She fought against being picked up as well, “put me down!” A loud whine that nearly echoed in the empty hallway, “I don't wanna’ be held right now!” He only sighed as she squirmed against him, but eventually gave up once she realized she was no match. 

“It's not my fault you walk slow,” he groaned, but the smallest of smiles peaked at his lips once he cut his eyes over to her. She pouted, huffed, and did anything she could to make him feel bad; but it didn't work. 

“Maybe you just walk too fast.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Hima.” 

The hallway was long, almost liminal as the doors seemed to never end. Each decorated, or not, which showed the personality of who occupied it. The school was basically empty, besides the few staff members who got to work early on their own free will, and quiet. Quiet enough to hear the small sigh of defeat from his daughter, and she now rested her head on his shoulder. “Dad, I'm tired.” 

“I know.” Good god did he know. “Maybe if you went to bed on time you wouldn't be so sleepy.” 

“But I can't sleep when you're not there,” she sighed again. He felt his heart drop at her words, even though he knew them all too well. Every babysitter he ever had loved the girl, but every single one had never gotten her to fall asleep. The girl refused every time; and if she didn't, she laid in bed until she heard the front door open and shut, and the familiar voice of her father. She would drive herself to sleep deprivation all because Meian wasn't there. “I miss you too much to go to sleep.” 

“I know,” he repeated, much more softly than the latter. Filled with care, and hinted with regret, though he knew he had no other choice but to not be home. Games were important, not like the stray practices he would miss here and there; and the games that were later in the day he unfortunately couldn't bring her to. “I miss you too.” There was a small moment of silence, not knowing what to say as he felt his daughter fidget with the sleeve of his shirt.

The man prided himself with his encouragement skills and wise words, but more often than not he couldn't find them for himself. There was a missing piece to his mind it seemed, gaping and dreary as he wished nothing more than to be a good father - but to him, he always fell short. There were times he wasn't home, important events like school plays and concerts missed from commitments to his team, he couldn't help her with her homework as he wasn't home when she got back because of practice, and the period of time away for nationals felt like a stake through the heart every time it rolled around. 

An optimist with others, but a pessimist with himself. Always falling just shy of what he thought a good parent should be and what a good parent should do. It was utterly exhausting.

Despite his aching heart and rattling mind, he gave her a small smile and desperately tried to change the subject - more for himself rather than her. “Why don't you tell me about your teacher?” 

He heard the girl hum before she lifted her head to look at him with tired eyes. “I think you'll like her,” a tone that finally seemed to melt away the prior attitude. “She's really nice, not like my teacher last year, and she makes crafts with us.” She smiled, the first time that entire morning, “yesterday we read about bunnies and we made plates that looked like bunnies.”

“I know, you brought it home.” He smiled at the reminiscent thought; he came home just after she did, and she all but knocked him down running to show him the plate with construction paper and pom poms glued to it. “I'm actually pretty jealous, ‘sounds fun making bunny plates.” He chuckled, “you think the guys would want to make them?” Hima was well aware of the team he played for, moreover his teammates. She often saw them at the handful of practices and games that he took her to, but more so knew of them through the stories he shared.

She laughed at his question, and he took a silent sigh of relief. “Mr. Hinata might,” she giggled, “but I know Mr. Bokuto would!” The child picked favorites, most definitely; however, her favorite, out of all of them, was Sakusa - and he still had no unearthly reason why other than the dry humor he offered. Every practice he ever brought her to was always met with Hima hanging off of the man, annoying him, and pressing every button Sakusa had - and Meian let her, a silent act of revenge for the consistent arguments he started with Atsumu.

“You're right, he would.” Bokuto was just as childish as she, if not more - he would probably beg the man to make one if given the chance. “Do you want to show him yours later today?” While he didn't plan to take the girl to practice, the sentiment of longing still lingered in the back of his mind; twisted and turned until he felt sick. The awful feeling of thinking he spent too much time away from her returned; and he hoped bringing her with him might mend how he felt, and maybe make her tired enough she would, for once, go to sleep on time. 

“Really?” She asked excitedly. The girl cheered just before continuing on with her child like rambles. Himawari could go on for hours, days really, if he let her (which he more often than not did). She enjoyed talking about just about anything, and would find side story after side story as she went on through her rants. But the man never minded, he found it endearing that the girl had picked up his outgoing attitude. 

He smiled as she continued on, rounding a corner to the hallway that her classroom was on. The school was quite big, a primary school that housed kindergarten through sixth, so every grade level was split into smaller hallways. The man surprised himself that he could remember where to go, as the only other time he went was when she was in first grade. 

“She's really pretty, y'know?” Meian cut his eyes towards the girl, still holding her within his arms, and scrunched his brows.

“Who?” The word laced with confusion as his daughter only giggled again.

“My teacher.” He couldn't help but let a small breath pass his lips, and fought against rolling his eyes entirely. Himawari was prone to talking up the people within her life; which was an admirable trait to have, he was happy the girl wasn't a bully. But she was apt to make the older women around her larger than life - to play matchmaker. The girl couldn't remember her birth mother, she had passed when she was only a year old, but Meian made it a point to consistently remind the girl of her. Consistently reminded her, and himself, they were never abandoned. 

That never stopped Hima from yearning for another woman's presence though. Didn't stop her from the small smiles she would give her father when talking about women much older than she, his age, with an err of playfulness that made him roll his eyes. So to her latter statement he only hummed, “and what do you say about me then, huh?” 

“That you're old.” 

“Ouch-” he rolled his eyes at her nonchalant attitude, “I'm not even that old, Hima.”

“Yeah, ok.” Her sarcastic tone made him sigh, and he thought to himself that maybe he allowed her to hang about Sakusa all too much - his blunt choice of words rubbed off on her in ways he couldn’t imagine. Never rude, but curt replies that never failed to make him groan. But he kept his mouth shut on the topic as he continued walking, and thanked the stars he was almost to his destination. 

“Put me down, put me down!” The girl began to squirm in his arms, desperately trying to escape him to go to her teacher’s room that finally came within their view. The man quickly caved, picking his battles wisely with his daughter’s already flighty mood, and figured it wasn’t all that bad for her to be excited for school - quite the opposite really. 

He watched as his daughter ran through the doorway of the open classroom, and heard a cheery voice greet her from the other side. The voice was light and airy, joy mingling amongst syllables with every word spoken. There was an intent behind it that felt sound, secure - a voice that most definitely belonged to a second grade teacher. 

“Dad said I can bring my bunny plate to his practice and show his friends!” 

“Really? That's so cool, I bet they'll love it.” A small smile peaked on his lips at the woman’s words; although he couldn’t see it just yet, he could practically hear the smile she wore. “Did you get to show your dad yet?” 

Yet. 

The word alone made his steps slow just before he reached the door, letting his pace taper off before completely stopping and he let out a silent breath. It was her job to care, to provide comfort and joy, to create a sense of security and structure - but Himawara had no structure in her life. And it was all his fault, or so he thought. The girl, frankly, never knew her father’s schedule, as it always dialed and changed according to the needs of the team. He desperately tried, at any given opportunity, to cling to time with her - and while he cherished every second, it was never enough. 

He couldn’t help her as much as he liked with homework - yet. He couldn’t pick her up from school most days - yet. And he couldn’t find it within the chasms of his mind to give himself grace - yet. 

“I did! He put it on the fridge!” He wished he could be more like his daughter - happy and unknowing in the reality of real life. A childlike sense of certainty that everything was fine, that one could find joy in everything if they looked hard enough, and an unwavering belief that her father did everything under the sun for her. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought, and allowed the burden of ‘yet’ to pass him. 

“Now that's where real masterpieces go,” she mused. “Did you tell him the book we read?” 

“Not the title at least,” he chuckled as he rounded the doorway. “Everything else about it? Absolutely. I could probably quote it to you at this point.” A joke that landed fairly well, as he heard the woman laugh in response, but the comedic energy the man once held was quickly replaced with awe as he leaned against the doorway.

Himawari was wrong, utterly wrong. Her teacher wasn't pretty - she was beautiful.

He felt his stomach lurch to his throat, a brief sensation but one that made him cough. The realization that the woman was his daughter's teacher made him feel rather small, stupid even, and wildly out of his element. He woke up that morning and simply got ready for practice - a slam packed schedule as the practice started just after this meeting would be over - and now he deeply regretted it. 

“‘Morning, Mr. Meian.” He felt like a puddle of the man he once was only seconds ago, before she said his name. A subtle code switch that he picked up on from her - a voice for talking to children, and a voice for adults. He felt his mind go blank and nearly asked her to talk to him as if he were a child, maybe then he wouldn't have been so enamored. 

He couldn't help but linger in the doorway to the classroom, the exposed skin of his arm leaning against the cool wood of the frame. Hands shoved into the pockets of track pants as he watched the woman retrieve papers from her desk. Only then did she meet his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. She paused for a fraction of a second, her pace stuttering just before forcing her eyes to the ground and continuing on. 

This was terrible. 

“You can come in,” her voice was softer in comparison to her latter statement, nervous even. It made him second guess why he was here in the first place, despite the flicker of his daughter playing with a puzzle on the floor nearby.

“How are you?” He asked, trying to fight against the heat that wanted to surge to his face. He felt silly making small talk, the man always fell flat on his face when it came to it, but felt even sillier if he had said nothing at all. 

“Tired,” she spoke through a chuckle, and he could tell. Behind a, semi, forced smile was tired eyes and a look of exhaustion. It was only Wednesday, and he suddenly felt bad for making the meeting in the first place. “But I'm here. How about yourself?” 

“About the same as you,” he smiled. “Sorry again for wanting this meeting so early, it's the only time that worked.” An apology didn’t seem like it should be enough now that he looked at the woman. Albite pretty, she looked weary, burnt out, and he sensed a twinge of discontent - like she didn’t want to be there in the first place. Groveling may have been a better thing to do, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the time he chose. He exhausted all other options from a meticulous schedule that was downright impossible to change.

“Don't worry about it,” she shrugged, “I'm just glad you didn't want it way after school.” 

“Feels like a crime to make you stay that long.” 

“It should be.” She met his eyes again and smiled, one that seemed genuine rather than forced this time. And he watched her eyes flicker to the other side of the room after a moment. “We can sit back there,” she motioned towards a semi circle table in the back of the room. “It's a little cluttered, but it's better than sitting at a desk made for a second grader.” The table didn't seem cluttered in the slightest; occupied with stacks of papers and different containers, each having a different color that he only guessed was for ease of organization. 

She sat down, he followed, and began shifting the papers and containers over, now lining the edges with organized chaos than the latter neat piles. “Sorry,” she chuckled. “They come back here to work with me, so keeping everything neat is almost unheard-of.” 

He let a laugh pass his lips just before he cut his eyes to his daughter, then promptly returned his gaze to her. “Trust me, I know. She'll pull out everything and decide she doesn't even want to play anymore.” 

He felt his heart squeeze when she laughed in response, it was a laugh he could easily get used to, a laugh he wanted to hear more often than just at school. It was gentle, lighthearted, and voluntary - it didn’t feel like a laugh she had to force, as he suspected she did often. His mind kept circling back to the sound as she spoke; he didn’t even realize she had formally started the meeting just minutes ago. His thoughts were the furthest from where they should have been, as he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. 

Dazed, seemingly on cloud nine, he didn’t register that she spoke of grades, behavior, and reading level. He simply nodded along as he tried to memorize every detail of the woman in front of him: her eyes were dark and tired, she had smile lines on the sides of her lips, of which he guessed were from years of doing nothing but, her clothes were casual but nice despite the knowledge that children were frankly disgusting, and the side of her dominant hand was stained with multicolored marker, which he only imagined was the set up of a craft for later today. 

“Do you have any questions?” The sentiment jerked him back to the present, and his fuzzy mind cleared quickly once he realized he didn’t register a single thing she spoke about. “Anything you want to add, maybe?”

“When's the next time you're doing these meetings?” The only query that made headway in his mind left his lips at the same time; speaking without thinking, and noticing too late what managed to tumble from his tongue. 

“Conferences?” There was a sense of confusion riddled in her voice; if he were listening, he would have known that his daughter was doing just fine - excelling even. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. And despite his better judgment, he doubled down on the sentiment entirely. “When's the next time I can talk to you?” He watched the woman’s eyes widen, and for a moment he felt like an idiot until he noticed a barely there, bitten back smile. 

“You could always email me?” It was a subtle change in conversation, but one that both picked up on quickly. He was convinced the woman was trying to make his heart stop when she locked eyes with him, a cheekiness to the once serious discussion now diminished. “I respond pretty quickly actually.”

“Do you, now?” He leaned forward slightly, enough to rest his elbows against the table. At first the distance between the two was vast, professional, but he closed the door to professionality and locked it when he leaned in closer to her. She bit the inside of her cheek, still fighting the smile that desperately wanted to bloom on her lips. “That's good to know. But, I feel like I get a million emails every day. I'd never live it down if I missed one from you.” 

“Things happen,” she shrugged with a gentle chuckle. “Did you have a better alternative though?” It was then he realized she wasn’t talking to him like a teacher anymore; instead, the tone had shifted again. This was actually her - not a teacher, not a professional - her. A coy change in the color of her voice that made his heart do flips, but played upon regardless. 

“Getting your number was one.” 

The battle between her and her ever growing smile ultimately ended in defeat at his proposition. Her lips pulled upward in an inviting smile and she cast her eyes to the table, a sheepishness washing over her at the man’s boldness - but she couldn’t deny that she liked it. “It's not every day I give a parent my personal number.” 

“We don't need to talk about school.”

“Then what exactly would we talk about?” 

“If you're free this weekend, or any weekend really?” The question left his lips with ease, despite the nerves that overflowed him when he first entered. He saw her eyes flicker back up to meet his own, catching his gaze once more, to which his heart hammered in his chest. 

“What did you have in mind, Mr. Meian?” 

“We don't have to decide that now,” a cheeky reply as he flashed her a smile. “We have until Saturday to figure that out.”

“I guess we do.” She looked down again, biting at the inside of her cheek, before reaching next to her at a stack of sticky notes. “You better not use this to ask me questions about second grade math,” she teased as she wrote the number down. Her handwriting was pretty and neat, a whimsy to it that matched her job to a tee. Once done, she took it off the stack and handed it to him, their fingers briefly touching as he took it from her. There was a pause when their fingers met; her fingers were cold against his own and it sent a shockwave through him. He could die happy if he was able to feel that again. 

“That sucks. Because I've been really struggling with adding and subtracting.” He broke the brief silence with a boldness, one that looked all too good on him, and he smiled again. She rolled her eyes and laughed at his statement, “I’ll text you later today.”

“I hope you do.”

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[writing-in-the-impala]

Secret Smokes

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill), SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: Just over 1k

A/N:

This story takes place in a AU where Harry's parents are still alive so Remus Lupin still has all his friends and there is no war however that doesn't make him any less angsty. Everything else is pretty much the same as the canon universe! Enjoy!

MASTERLIST  | SERIES MASTER LIST | Part 1, Next Chapter

The wizarding world and the muggle world have always felt like two completely different worlds, maybe that's why Witches and Wizards who are muggle-born become outcasts. It's hard adjusting to a school but adjusting to a whole world at 11 is even harder. Even in your last year of Hogwarts you still didn't feel like you belonged, each summer going back to the muggle life that you have always known, working a summer job at a coffee shop and hanging out with muggles rather than wizards. You had friends in Hogwarts of course, some closer than others and even though it helped you feel more at home you knew that after Hogwarts you'd end up working a muggle job.

Maybe that's why entering your last year at Hogwarts didn't seem as intimidating because at the end of the day it didn't really matter what results you got in your N.E.W.T.S. Still in its own way you knew you'll miss the castle and the life you've lived in it. So your final train ride to Hogwarts felt a bit bittersweet. One thing didn't change, once again a new Defence against the dark arts teacher got introduced, this time one called Remus Lupin. He looked a lot kinder and nicer than the last one.

Your first week went by extremely quickly, quidditch practice hadn't started yet so you had more time to just hang out with your friends. All your lessons were easy so far as everyone was settling to being back. The new profesor was quickly becoming everyone's favourite due to his friendly nature, he seemed to befriend every student something no other profesor really did. You didn't really get to interact with him too much one-to-one during lessons as whenever he had free time the girls with a crush on him would jump onto the opportunity. You didn't really care about DADA as you wouldn't need it in the muggle world but you did understand why everyone was developing a crush, you had your own brewing for him.

It didn't take long for you to get home sick, homesick for the muggle world. Nothing really felt right to you, not even the food it just never tasted as good as what your mother would make, you missed your parents terribly it was a lot harder sending them owls than sending owls to wizard families, they didn't really grasp the concept. The twins could see that you were getting down again, they knew this happened every year after summer, and they've always tried to help lift your spirit. "Y/N we were thinking it was a good time to plan the first prank of the year what do you say?" Fred said. "Y/N is in her last year, she can't be participating in your silly games." Percy answered for you. "Who invited him?" George snapped back.

"Percy might be right I can't get in as much trouble as I did last year I don't want to get suspended, I'm on thin ice with old Minnie after the last prank we pulled before summer." You admitted, maybe you didn't care about your exam results but you didn't want to get suspended. The debate continued and you ended up agreeing to planning a prank that you may or may not help with. After dinner you decided to take a quick detour to the covered bridge, at the end of your fifth year you discovered it was empty in the evenings as it didn't lead to anywhere people would go at that time of night, it instantly became somewhere you would go for peace, and once you discovered smoking, it also got added to the list of secret smoking spots.

When you approached the middle of the bridge you saw a figure standing smoking a cigarette, you felt a bit gutted someone was using your spot but also excited at the idea of someone being so alike you. You approached them and they quickly put out the cigarette. "Don't worry man, I'm not a teacher I won't snitch." You claimed as you walked up to them before you could make out who it was.

"I know but I am." The figure replied, you were now close enough to make out that it was Professor Lupin. He was no longer leaning over the edge but standing straight with his hands in his pockets.

"I won't snitch if you won't?" You said pulling out your own packet of cigarettes. And his face turned to a gentle smile.

"I really shouldn't-" He protested. "Oh come on, you're new. This is normal." You preached. "Yeah Minerva and I do this all the time but don't tell her I told you." This got a laugh out of him.

"I may have believed you up until that point Y/N. But that's where you've lost me." He remembered your name and for some reason it made your heart skip for a second, he had so many students that he's met in one week and he still managed to memorise yours.

"Come on I'll give you a smoke if you don't tell anyone?" You reached out the pack to him "Camels?" He questioned while taking one. "You know them?" You took one out the packed for yourself before putting it away. "They're muggle smokes." He stated nonchalant, there wasn't any hate in those words which was rare around these halls. "I like them." You pulled out a lighter to light your cigarette while he snapped his fingers and it was instantly lit. "How did you do that? You instantly snapped back . "Do what?" He smiled while holding the cigarette in his mouth, he was attractive in the moon light. "Light it with a snap." You replicated his previous action. "It's a simple arson spell, just a small flame. I used wand less magic." He explained "If it's wand less why did you snap your fingers? Surely you could've just done it." You pressed. "Yes. You've got me there." He admitted. "So you were just trying to impress me?" Slipped out before you realised how those words could sound flirty, you barely knew the man. Truthfully if he wasn't your profesor and this was an interaction with a student you would be developing a stupid crush on them.

"You could say that." He said, with half a smile on his lips. "I'm the new profesor who you've just caught spending the evening by himself smoking, I don't want you to tell everyone I'm boring now I seem impressive."

"Or insecure." You shot back and he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief at your words. He decided not to reply, instead went back to leaning over the bridge looking out into the darkness and smoking his cigarette and silence fell upon you both.

"I like the camel ones, just because the camel is cute." You broke the silence after a while, you felt bad for calling him insecure and wanted to kill the awkwardness. He laughed at your comment. "You know smokings bad for you? Even if the camel is cute." He said flicking the butt of his cigarette into the darkness. "I know." You quietly replied.

He checked his watch before standing up straight"Curfew has already started so don't stay out here too long as Snape is the one on duty today." He began to walk away. "Professor-" He turned around at your words. "This didn't happen right?" You questioned nervously. "What are camels?" He replied with a wink. "Have a good evening Y/N."

"You too Professor."

NEXT CHAPTER

[joe9cool]

The Bae Bowl- Collide

A.N. This is for fun, I do not know Justin Herbert or the Chargers, or anyone affiiated with them. Also you do not have permission to copy my work.

“God the Bengals players are so hot” Samira sighed as she watched the players warmup from the box. Sara laughed “I have to agree. Joe is fine” she said lowly enough for only Samira to hear.

“Girl I know Burrow wasn't the only one you had your eye on. Remember number 94 when you and Justin were split up.”

Sara blushed. Twirling her engagement ring she shushed her friend “who told you that?”

“You remember when we went out and you got drunk? You were practically sexting Him!”

“Oh my god!” They both busted out in giggles. Others in the suite looked over at the girls.

Once they calmed down they focused their attention back on the food tables. “I'm so happy you're back to eating normally again Sara, you had us all worried with this weight loss for the wedding”

Sara sighed. “wasn't my best moment. But thankfully Justin talked some sense to me. He fell in love with me this way, he's gonna marry me this way!”

“I know that's right!” Khalil's wife joined in and the girls clinked their cocktails together in a toast.

The game was very high energy. Sara held her breath with every play Justin made. Even though this was her 3rd season as Justin's partner It didn't make it any less daunting seeing all those huge men try to take him down.

She smiled the few times when she was shown on the big screen. Although she made many requests to please not show her on television, networks Didn't seem to care and wanted to capitalize on all the famous WAGs that were at Games.

She groaned as she scrolled Twitter on halftime, seeing the camera celebrating Justin's touchdown. Not only Did it catch her jumping up and down like a lunatic, it caught her lips saying. “That was so fucking sexy”

Of course the comments Were misogynistic. She didn't expect anything less.

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“Dude what's your problem?” Justin looked over at Joey. “What?”

“You look like you're ready to murder the entire Cincinnati bench…. Particularly your eyes are following my friend Hubbard over there.” The defenseman nodded in the direction of the tall brunette.

Justin sighed. “When Sara and I were broken up they were sorta seeing each other.”

Joey nodded in understanding. “Oh well shit. I don't blame you. Was it a quick fling?”

He shook his head. “Sara said that they flirted over messages and had planned to meet up, but it never happened. They only ran into each other once at a charity event”

Justin tried to shake his head of the memory of him seeing pictures of them at the event. It had him questioning how the hell they would even cross paths as well as why didn't he agree to just go with her.  It was ridiculous, He had no reason to feel jealous. Sara loved him, she said yes to marrying him.

Maybe this was his karma for putting her through all the bs he did at the beginning of their relationship. 

As much as he tried to act like this game was just a usual game he was determined To shit up everyone who said Burrow was better than him, and it was icing on the cake that his fiancé used to flirt with one of their players.

It didn't help that Justin caught Sam looking up at the box Sara was in a few times.

Throughout the game, Justin found himself wishing he could make some play against Sam. So far his lineman were doing a good job of preventing Hubbard from getting to him.

Finally in the 4th quarter. Hubbard managed to get around the lineman and run towards Justin. Of course Justin had seen them and decided to do what might have been the stupidest decision of his career.

He used his force to run right into Hubbard. It was a hard to hard body hit that had them both going down. The whistle was blown, and to not look like a total ass, Justin helped Sam up. 

“What the fuck dude! Sam was rubbing his shoulder.”

“Sorry bro.” Justin went to the sidelines to face a very red faced Harbaugh. Knowing he was gonna get chewed out. 

Joey clapped him on the shoulder. “Taking a play out of my book huh?”

Justin smiled. 

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“Is he serious?” Sara stared In shock as they replayed the hit that Justin laid on Sam. “It looks like they just collided” Mitch stated, a Late arrival due To his job. 

“He left the ground. He hit him on purpose.” Samira stated. Sara groaned. “He is lucky he didn't get a penalty.”

“Harbaugh is facing away from the cameras talking to Justin.” Mitch observed.

“No doubt, getting chewed out.” Sara shook her head. She was surely gonna bitch him up as well.

“You don't think it's because….” Samira asked when Mitch went to refill his plate. 

“It probably Is. I knew he was jealous, but I didn't Think.” She trailed off. She had caught Sam staring at her a few times, and she Had caught Justin staring at Sam staring at her.

Now the game was tied up 27-27 and Sara was getting flashbacks of the game that must not be mentioned.

Despite this, fans were in good spirits and it was so refreshing to see charger fans finally outnumber the Opponents fans.

Slowly, she and Mitch had made their way down to the stands right by the field. Fans eventually noticed, and some asked for photos and took videos.

Finally, within less than 2 minutes Dobbins had run  in the end zone. 

She let out a breath she didn't even notice was holding. Mitch lifted her in the air, she hugged and high-fived fans.

This team, this culture was different. Thanks to Jim Harbaugh. It was night and day. The Chargers were 7-3.

As the players were doing their Handshakes on The field. Sara and Mitch began to turn around and find security so she could be escorted To the family room.

“Babe!” She turned around to see Justin running towards her.

She was confused. While it was common knowledge they were engaged. This was a first. 

He Held up his hand like he was gonna high five her.

Reaching over, she was surprised to find herself being pulled down and into a quick kiss.

Stunned, she quickly gathered her bearings. “I'm proud Of you baby” she Held his hand As fans quickly tried to get In next to her. As well as photographers who surrounded Justin, trying to get a shot that they never thought they would ever see.

Eventually they let go and Sara allowed security to escort her to her locker rooms

The photos of them gazing lovingly at each other was being eaten up by fans as Sara made her way down to the locker rooms waiting for Justin.

She scrolled her phone while her crew was talking to fans. Not paying attention to her surroundings until a big figure stood in front of her. “Hi Sara. Nice to see you again.”

Sara glanced up to see Sam Hubbard with a smile on his face, freshly showered and well.. looking handsome.

“Hi Sam. Yeah we meet again.” She laughed nervously. This wasn't the best situation to be in.

“Yeah unfortunately too late.” He smiled. “I heard You are engaged, congratulations. I see Herbert got his head out of his ass.”

“Thanks?” Before she could cut the meeting short.

“Hi baby!” She was Suddenly pulled into a Hug by her massive fiancé. Letting her go, but still managing to pull her by his side. Justin gave A tight nod to Sam. “Good game Hubbard, hope your shoulder is alright. I can't believe I didn't see you”

It was Sam's turn to be uncomfortable. “Yeah I'm doing good. It's no problem. I was just congratulating Sara on the engagement.”

Justin nodded. “Yeah thanks! Did you see her ring? Show him the ring babe.”

Sara wanted to burst out laughing as she awkwardly held up Her left hand for Sam to quickly glance at it. It was obvious he didn't give a fuck. “Yeah, it's nice. Its Always a pleasure seeing you Sara. Justin.” He nodded Ans walked away. 

As soon as he was out of ear shot. Sara turned to Justin. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

She shook Her head. “Justin Patrick, don't play stupid. I saw that “accidental” hit on him. I caught you looking like you wanted to murder him. Kissing me on TV? And now, with your hand On my ass. You do realize it's Gonna end up on Twitter?”

Justin looked back and sure enough, a few stragglers had their phones out.

“Can you admit you were jealous?” Sara giggled. “I was not” Justin got defensive.

“Uh huh.” She pinched his side. “Let's go home babe”

A.N. I do not think this is my best work, but I had to do it. I will start working on the other parts of collide, in between by Farabee story .

[rey-jake-therapist]

Folks need to get over Celeborn already. Not even Tolkien cared enough to make him into a actual character, he’s just “Galadriel’s husband” because Arwen needed to exist. In some versions, Celeborn wasn’t even around when Celebrian was conceived and born! He and Galadriel spend centuries apart, and in the end she leaves for Valinor and he stays behind in Middle-earth! Literally, Galadriel could have spend centuries in love with Sauron that Celeborn would t even matter, since they were always apart doing their own thing.

Yep.

I don't understand this obsession with Celeborn and Celebrian. Like wanting Mirdania to be Celebrian while nothing, I say nothing, speaks in favor of that theory in the show except for the fact that Sauron compared her hair to Galadriel's.

Mirdania is framed since the beginning as a very secondary character, and probably doomed to die before the end of the season. If she was a "mystery daughter", she wouldn't be kept in the background, she would have been shown at least once in the trailer imho

She's down bad for Sauron since she met him at the gate (girl I GET IT), and Sauron is not an idiot, he perceived that. So now, he's using vile flattery to get her on his side, like, "wow, you totally look like Lady Galadriel in this light". It's not said in the show and it's probably a mistake, but Galadriel is considered a very, very pretty lady. Her hair in particular is FAMOUS. So comparing Mirdania to Galadriel is a huge compliment. Of course he got caught at his own game and found himself thinking of "the one that got away", but that's beyond the subject.

And frankly, I think we should hang on to our seat belts, because there might even be a kiss coming at some point. That won't mean a thing, (not to him anyway), but I don't trust him to play fair in this game LOL

Now, Celeborn. I think there's a reason why Galadriel dropped his name like a hot potato and never mentioned him again : right now, he's not important. It was the writers telling us "we know, he exists, but there's no room here for him now. Move on!" It doesn't mean he can't ever show up in the show at some point (he definitely will imho), but I don't see it happening before season 3, even season 4 !

And he's not a threat to the connection between Sauron and Galadriel anyway lol If Sauron had remained Halbrand, a man of the Southlands, that's a discussion that would be worth having, because Elves generally mate for life and fall in love only once. So if Galadriel fell in love with another man, worse, a mortal, it would raise questions regarding her true feelings for Celeborn. And it would be very boring too. We had enough mortal/Elves failed and successful romances, thank you very much.

But we can clown ourselves as much as we like : Sauron and Galadriel will never, EVER become a couple, and it's NOT because Galadriel has already fallen in love once, or because she's already married. She's the Light, Sauron's Darkness. She's GOOD, he's EVIL !

I don't know about you, but I think it's a more solid threat to a potential romance between the two than... Galadriel's marriage or Sauron flirting with a coworker lol

Sauron's never going to be a good guy, and Galadriel's never going to fall into darkness. They're literally doomed by the narrative. Sauron could have a wife of his own that it would add absolutely nothing.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Bodybag // Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary:

warnings: VERY dark reader, murder, blood, slight gore, obsession, language, reader is crazy, kidnapping, pretty much yandere reader, main character death, almost everyone dies, reader is very mean to ethan in the beginning, once again this is very dark so don’t read it if that’ll upset you!

word count: 3k

a/n: gn!reader, ghostface reader, ethan isn’t ghostface, ethan and quinn aren’t related

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I don't know, where exactly you expect my head to go

When you look at me, it's like I lose control

You know that you're to blame, when you say my name

When you say my name, yeah

You can’t even really remember when it all started. Even though it’s only been a few months, it felt like a lifetime ago. Looking back at that time, the time before you met Ethan, it all felt like a fever dream. You were normal, once. Well, as normal as any hormonal teen could be. But then you met him. Ethan Landry. And suddenly your life was turned upside down and any semblance of your former self was gone, lost forever.

You had never felt this way about someone before. You didn’t even really know how to describe what you were feeling. It definitely wasn’t love. Maybe obsession would be a better word? All you knew was that Ethan consumed every single thought you had, filling your every sense until you couldn’t focus on anything but him and his stupid smile and his stupid hair and his stupid face. He was beautiful, and you hated it. You hated how he made you feel. You wanted him more than anything, but not in the way most people want someone. You didn’t really care about whether or not he wanted you back, because in the end it wouldn’t really matter.

You wanted him like a possession. Something you could have all to yourself without anyone else standing in the way. Naturally, you couldn’t voice any of your thoughts to him. You would most definitely send him running if he knew about even half of the things you had thought about doing to him. And you didn’t want him to know how you felt about him, not that you really knew that yourself. So instead, you opted to hate him. That was something you could be vocal about.

And it wasn’t like that was entirely a lie. You did hate him, in a sense. You hated how he was all you could about. You hated how your stomach did flips at just the sight of him. You hated how much you wanted him. So to keep your true intentions hidden, you just focused on the hate. He would never know how much you wanted him if he thought you couldn’t stand even the sight of him. And that was exactly the way you wanted to keep things.

Look at you, walking all around, just acting like you do

Makin' everyone think you don't have a clue

But I could see it, yeah, I know your secret

He had to have known. There’s no way he could be acting like that around you if he was oblivious to your feelings. Always smiling at you and trying to make amends. Flirting with other girls in front of you and ignoring your presence. Sure, he could’ve just been trying to make up for whatever it was that caused you to hate him. And he might’ve just been flirting with those girls because he was interested in them, not even noticing that you were nearby. But you knew better. He was playing the long game. Making you want him more by trying to seem uninterested. Well he wasn’t going to get away with that. You would just have to level the playing field.

“Who’s she?” you asked Tara, pointing over to a girl that Ethan was talking with.

“Uhh, I think her name’s Abby? Why do you care anyways? You hate the guy, why does it matter who he’s talking to?”

“I don’t care. I just think she’s too pretty for him. She’s probably just going to use him to get good grades or something.”

Tara grimaced. “That’s kinda harsh, y/n. Don’t you think that maybe she’s talking to him because she likes him?”

You scoffed, your eyes narrowing as you glared at the girl. “Oh, please. I don’t think anyone could like him. I mean just look at him. He’s practically women repellent.”

Tara said something in response, but you had already tuned her out. That girl, was it Addie?, was getting way too close to Ethan. Your Ethan. And that just wouldn’t do. No, she would have to be taken care of. You had definitely thought about killing someone before, but this was the first time that you were seriously considering it. After all, how hard could it be? Wear some lame costume, stick a knife in her gut, and drop the body off in some dumpster. It didn’t really sound too difficult to you after all.

You would kill as many people as you had to for Ethan to realize that he was yours. That he couldn’t talk to anyone else. And hopefully, if people started to realize the pattern of everyone who talks to him ending up dead, soon there wouldn’t even be anyone for you to get rid of. No matter how long it takes, he was going to be yours. Whether he wanted it or not.

Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you

Put you in a bodybag instead of my bed

I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up

And keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

“I just don’t get it! The last three girls I’ve talked to have all ended up dead! How unlucky do I have to be? Every time someone starts to show even a little bit of interest in me, they end up dead! Why does this keep happening?” Ethan huffed, sinking down into the armchair in Sam and Tara’s living room.

You were sitting on the loveseat directly across from him, eyeing him with a hard look that Ethan couldn’t decipher. He shivered under your gaze, the constant attention making him uncomfortable, and you had to bite back a smile at your effect on him.

“Maybe it has something to do with you? Like maybe whoever this killer is could be obsessed with you and killed them to keep you away from them?” Chad piped up from his spot on the couch.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, hoping to deflect them from the truth. “Yeah, right. Who could ever be obsessed with him? God, just look at him. I doubt anyone could even find him attractive, let alone kill people because of their love for him. It’s just not realistic.”

Ethan’s face fell and he shrunk in on himself, your words deflating his already fragile ego. You smiled to yourself; some sick, sadistic part of you always loved to see him in pain. Especially when you were the one who caused it. Tara scoffed and slapped you on the shoulder, wordlessly reprimanding you for your cruelty towards Ethan. You shrugged and looked away before another thought crossed your mind.

Why did Tara care so much about him?

No, no, no. That simply wouldn’t do. You didn’t understand how you had been so blind to it before, but Ethan’s friends, your friends, were yet another thing standing in the way of him being yours. As long as his friends were still around, you could never get him all to yourself like you had wanted. Something would have to be done about that.

I wanna keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

I wanna keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

You started off easy, knocking off the people that Ethan cared about the least first. He was never particularly close to Sam or Quinn, so you figured he wouldn’t really miss them all that much. You wouldn’t want to devastate him beyond belief just yet, so you decided to work up to it. Once most of his friends were dead, he really shouldn’t care all that much when the rest of them finally kick the bucket.

You decided to go after Mindy and Tara next. Mindy was always mean to Ethan, not nearly as mean as you were but still, you figured he wouldn’t mind it all that much if she was gone. Tara had proved to be a problem. She had been preparing for your attack, and apparently she had also taken some self defense classes. After a swift kick to the ribs and a minor concussion, you decided that you would have to play things differently.

Finally managing to pin Tara to the ground, you lifted up your mask, which made her stop struggling underneath you from shock.

“Y/n? It’s you…?” Tara asked, betrayal evident in her voice.

You quickly shook your head, putting on your best apologetic smile. “No! No, it’s not me. It was just a prank! Y’know? Cause it’s almost Halloween? Okay, maybe not the best timing.”

“Yeah, no shit! I thought you were gonna kill me!” Tara panted, clearly out of breath from your previous struggle. “Can you get off me now?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure,” you said, making it look like you were about to stand up.

Once Tara’s guard was down, you pulled your knife out and shoved it through her throat, your eyes lighting up at the utter pain and confusion in hers. You twisted the knife, blood gushing out of the wound and flesh squishing under your blade, before you finally removed it, smiling down at your friend’s dead corpse.

“Dumb bitch,” you mumbled under your breath, finally standing up and making your way out of her apartment undetected.

Now all that you had left was Chad and Anika. And then you could finally have Ethan all to yourself.

Feels like I'm gonna D-I-E, whenever you get close to me

It's way too hot in Michigan, I'm changin' the subject again

My heart is melting and my hands are, are weak

“What are we gonna do? Someone is clearly targeting us, and I don’t want to be next!” Ethan said, gesturing frantically as he panicked.

You frowned sympathetically, placing your hand on Ethan’s arm. In the past few days you had started to be kinder to him, more caring, hoping to draw him in and get him to trust you before you pounced and made him yours. And despite how you had treated him in the past, Ethan seemed much too eager to let you in and let his guard down.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. Hopefully, the cops will find him before he can strike again. And if we stay in groups maybe we’ll have a better chance. You can stay with Chad, obviously, since you live together. And Anika can stay here with me. We’re gonna get through this. Together.”

“Y/n’s right. If we always stay with someone else, it’ll be harder for the killer to get to us. It’ll all be over soon,” Anika said, trying to muster up as much optimism as she could.

The night dragged on, mindless chatter and the failing attempt to have a normal night filling up the hours. When it grew close to midnight, Chad and Ethan decided to head back to their dorm for the night. You made a makeshift bed on the couch for Anika before heading into your room to pretend to go to sleep.

After waiting a few hours to make sure Anika really was asleep, you crept out of your room, not even bothering with the costume this time. Creeping closer to her sleeping form, you were consciously aware of every sound that you were making. You didn’t want to risk her waking up, doing it while she was asleep would be so much easier.

Once you were finally close enough, you double checked that she was sleeping before pulling out your knife and dragging it across her throat. Her eyes shot open as she desperately clutched the wound, before rolling onto the floor and slowly bleeding out. You smiled to yourself. That was the easiest one yet. Now you just had to cover your tracks.

Gripping your knife, you shoved the blade through your palm, biting your lip hard to silence your scream. If you wanted to make yourself seem innocent, you’d have to look like you had gotten attacked too. Pulling the knife out of your hand, you slashed yourself across the shoulder before dropping the blade to the ground.

Hopefully that would be enough. You didn’t want to go overboard with stabbing yourself, rendering yourself unable to complete your plans. Not that it really mattered anymore. There was only one more person left in your way. And then Ethan would finally be all yours.

I could cry when I hear you speak, but that just makes me angry

I wanna kiss you on your cheeks, but I also wanna punch your teeth

I just don't get it, I, I just don't know

“Thanks for letting me stay here, guys. I don’t think I could handle spending another night alone. Especially since Anika-,” you cut yourself off with a forced sob, trying to appear as broken up as your friends were.

“Don’t mention it. We’ll be safe as long as we stay together. It’ll all be over soon,” Chad said with a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

You tried to smile in return, giving him a quick nod before laying down on the couch. You pulled the blanket that Chad had given you up to your shoulders, forcing a yawn as you pretended to seem tired. In reality, you were wide awake. Everything would be over soon, and you couldn’t be more excited. Once you finally got Chad out of the way, all that was left was to take Ethan for yourself. And then you would finally have everything that you wanted. It was going to be perfect.

A short while later, Chad and Ethan went into their separate bedrooms, both of them already thinking you were fast asleep. You laid there for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling as you waited for Chad to fall asleep. When you heard snoring coming from behind his door, you sat up quickly, eager to put the final part of your plan in motion.

Slipping on the ghostface costume and grabbing your knife, you crept over to Chad’s door. You slowly pushed it open, wincing when the hinges creaked. You stood still for a moment, making sure that you hadn’t woken him up. After you were sure that Chad was still blissfully asleep, you entered his room, quietly walking over to him.

In your excitement to get on with it, you had failed to notice the sound of Ethan’s door opening or the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. You stabbed Chad over and over, his blood splattering all over your mask. Maybe it was a bit overkill, he was probably dead minutes ago, but that insane part of you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Until you heard the floorboards creak behind you.

You froze, pulling your knife out of Chad’s chest and slowly turning around to see Ethan standing there, frozen in shock.

“Y/n?” he asked, his voice quivering as he stared at you with wide eyes, looking utterly terrified.

You sighed and pulled your mask off, a sadistic smile on your face.

“I really wish you hadn’t seen that,” you said, stepping closer to Ethan, your knife still in your hand.

“A-are you gonna kill me?” he asked as he took a step backwards, shaking under your gaze.

Your smile turned sickly sweet as you reached him, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek, Chad’s blood staining his pale skin.

“Of course not, darling. I could never hurt you.”

Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you

Put you in a bodybag instead of my bed

I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up

And keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

That was the last thing Ethan remembered before he woke up in your room, chained to your bed. His vision was blurry and he was struggling to move. He attempted to pull on the restraints to free himself, but he couldn’t find the energy within his limbs to do so. His eyes darted around the room, the panic within him growing. How was it already morning?

His attention turned to the door when it opened, and you walked into the room, still smiling that sickly sweet smile. It was unnerving.

“Morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”

Your voice sounded so normal, so plain. You were talking to him as if nothing was happening. As if nothing was wrong. You walked closer to him, and Ethan instinctively tried to back away, causing you to frown.

“Why am I here?! What do you want with me?!” Ethan yelled, trying to get away from you despite being unable to do so.

You tilted your head and smiled as you sat down beside him on your bed. “I just want you, darling. You’re mine now. All mine. No one else’s.”

Ethan shook his head in disbelief as your words sunk in. “W-what about our friends? Why did you kill them?!”

You laughed. You actually laughed. What was wrong with you? What about all of this did you find funny?

“It’s not like I wanted to kill them. They were just in the way. They were trying to keep you from me,” your face fell as your voice lowered, “No one can try to keep you from me.”

“Are you gonna hurt me?”

“Of course not, silly! Why on earth would I hurt you? I would never want to do that. Well… unless you try to run away from me. That would change things.”

Ethan eyed you warily. Have you always been like this? How had no one noticed before? He felt his heart sink the longer he looked at you. You really did seem serious. And he knew what you were capable of. You would probably kill him if he even talked about leaving you. He didn’t know how to get out of this. There wasn’t a way out of this. Ethan was stuck here, with you. Forever. Just like you wanted.

I wanna keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

I wanna keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages

Mm, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, mm

tags: @nowitsmissing @hyeyulove @abbyluvsjackchampion @mariaflor873

[strawberrykidneystone]

Turians Don’t get Jealous

summary: shepard told vega that him calling her lola doesn’t affect her relationship with shepard, but what if it did👀

a/n: @sliceoflifeshepard THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!!!

tags: porn with plot and feelings, previous talk of sexual boundaries and safe word implied, jealous sex, possessive garrus, spanking, biting, scenting (sorry not sorry), pussy eating, au where shepard can get creampied idc, playful banter, pet names

ao3 version

(post garrus date and vega hangout)

"c'mon lola, i saw you and vakarian at the casino, you've been holding out on me!"

garrus internally cringed and clenched his jaw, facing away from the two in the shuttle bay, suddenly very interested in the scope on his rifle. there's that nickname again, lola. why did it give him a pit in the bottom of his stomach? remembering the moment didn't help much either. dancing with shepard when she let go and looked at vega for a second before going back to their dance, it awakened something in him. he knew the flirting was all fun and games with vega, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel slightly perturbed. the nickname truly didn’t bother him in the beginning, but now that he and shepard were official, he couldn’t help but feel… territorial.

"and you've seen me dancing at purgatory too, the only reason I was good last time was because I had an excellent lead."

god she was complimenting him, but he still had a deep pit in the bottom of his stomach. they should go out dancing more often, he doesn't want all the lessons he took to go to waste after all.

garrus came up behind her and laid his hand on her lower back, squeezing softly. he leaned down to her height and purred into her ear, "shepard, i have something very important to show you in your cabin."

a smirk tugged its way onto her lips and she patted the eager turian on the chest, "i'll meet you up there big guy, i just have to finish up with vega."

garrus was less than pleased, his brow plates furrowing and his mandibles flaring slightly. he grumbled and rubbed his cheek against her head as if scenting her (he was) before reluctantly pulling away, "don't be too long."

as garrus pouted away towards the elevator, shepard returned to what she was originally doing with vega, fixing the damn scope of his shotgun since he apparently "had done everything to fix it but it still wasn't working!" she could sense that something was off about the way garrus way acting, but didn't want to assume anything. he knew that there was nothing between her and vega, right? he was like her little brother, and lola was just a harmless nickname. vega was the one who kept her grounded when she was forced into retirement earth. she probably would've gone insane without him, but it was solely platonic, no matter how much vega commented on her curves.

once the scope finally clicked into place, she set down the shotgun at his workstation and sighed to herself, quickly cleaning up the small mess of screws and bolts. shepard nodded to vega and stepped into the elevator, heading up to her cabin. well, at this point, garrus spent most of his nights in the private room when he wasn't in the main battery, so it was more their own shared space. the thought made her smile to herself as the elevator climbed up the floors, it felt nice to share something with someone she truly cared about. the elevator opened with a soft ding and she slowly approached her door, not knowing what was waiting for her on the other side. hopefully not an angry turian.

shepard opened the door and peeked inside, seeing garrus standing at the foot of the bed seemingly lost in thought.

“garrus?”

he turned around and eyed her like she was a tall glass of water in the middle of the desert, “fancy seeing you here.”

“in my own room?”

“awe and here i thought i was our room now.”

that cracked a smile on shepard’s face and she strolled up to garrus, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“sorry, our room.”

garrus leaned his forehead down and pressed it against hers, closing his eyes. there was still something off about him that shepard couldn’t quite place. there was a heat radiating off of him and his neck was slightly glowing blue, something she’s come to recognize as blushing in turians.

garrus leaned down and nipped at her neck, she responded in kind by tilting her head in the opposite direction, exposing her entire neck to him. he couldn't resist anymore, he needed to mark her as his and only his. shepard shivered as she felt his hot breath on his neck, gasping as she felt him bite at the side of her neck. the two stayed like that for a moment before garrus unlatched from her soft skin. the bite was deep enough for only a few blood droplets to sprout up. garrus gingerly licked up the red dots, walking the two of them back to the bed until the back of shepard's knees hit the mattress. "i-i'm sorry shepard, i lost control of myself for a moment i-"

shepard held up her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling and grinned, "i liked it."

"really?"

"really."

"c'mon you can do more than that vakarian."

the simple sentence made garrus' breath hitch, his mandibles flicking eagerly. shepard didn't know what got him all fired up, but she wasn't complaining. the side of her neck was already starting to ache, but the arousal between her legs was enough to distract her from the new punctures in her neck.

"strip, but leave on your underwear," he shucked off his top armor as shepard followed his orders and stripped down.

garrus sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, looking up at her with blown-out pupils, "over my lap. now."

shepard opened her mouth in surprise before a deep flush settled over her cheeks. however, she nodded and laid across his lap with her stomach across his legs, tucking her hands under her chin as her toes clenched in anticipation. garrus ran his hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, and squeezed her ass. "so soft, such a good girl for me," he purred out and a whimper left shepards lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow.

a slap suddenly rang out through the room, garrus rubbing the cheek he just spanked with a red mark already starting to form. shepard gasped at the sudden sting, but the pain wasn't unpleasant to her. her hands shifted to grip the blanket underneath her, glancing back at garrus through half-lidded eyes.

"color?"

"green."

garrus hummed in satisfaction at her answer and raised his hand giving the other cheek the same treatment, a 3 fingered print lightly showing up on her skin. eight more slaps came and went, tears prickling at the edge of shepard's waterline as the stinging slowly started to build up.

"my good girl, all mine," garrus practically growled out, his subharmonics humming as he rubbed her cheeks to soothe the pain.

"garrus..." she whined and loosened her grip on the blanket below her, squirming in his lap to look for some sort of friction.

"quiet," he hissed out and landed another slap to her right cheek, a yelp escaping the woman under him.

garrus manhandled shepard to lying down on the bed with her legs over the edge, giving her a wonderful view of her lover as he shucked off his lower armor. his cock was unsurprisingly already freed from his slit. shepard could feel herself practically drooling at the sight, her clit pulsing with need against her wet panties.

"look at this, such a mess already and all for me," garrus cooed as he kneeled down and observed the dark spot already forming on the material covering her pussy. he looked up at her with his pupils completely blown out, staring up at her like a cat who just caught a canary.

garrus could already smell her arousal earlier, but having the source of her scent right in front of him was enough to drive him crazy. however, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, wanting to make her everywhere so there would be no doubt that she was his. he kissed his way up her ankle, nipping at her calves and rubbing his face against her soft skin to integrate his scent with hers. the rough texture of his skin and old face-missle scar made shepard shutter.

as he got to her thighs, she reached a hand down and softly ran it over his crest to his fringe, his head leaning into her hand. he ran his talons up her thighs and hooked them around the sides, slowly sliding them down shepard's legs. garrus hooked his arms under shepard's thighs and pulled her closer to him, his hands settling on her ass as he dove into her pussy like a man starved. he groaned as his tongue slid in between her lips, massaging her labia with his skilled muscle. he focused his tongue on her clit and guided her hips to move up and down more intensely, letting her completely ride his tongue. she responded in kind by crossing her ankles, the heels of her feet pressing into his carapace for leverage as she trusted her hips.

sweat started to form on shepard's brow, her hair sticking to her forehead as the knot in her stomach snapped and her juices coating garrus' tongue. he hummed in contentment as she rode out her orgasm, hips twitching slightly as he licked up her juices. garrus kissed up her stomach and slowly started to stand up from his kneeling position, moving shepard's legs from his shoulders to around his waist.

garrus unhooked her bra and threw it off to who knows where, licking up her sternum in between the valley of her breasts and twisting her nipples in his dull talons. shepard mewled underneath him and tightened her legs around his waist, feeling his cock brush against her. he chuckled and caged shepard between his arms, looking down at her full of equal parts lust and love. she looked into his blue eyes and squirmed under his intense gaze. wrapping her arms around his neck, shepard pulled garrus down into a passionate kiss with his tongue quickly finding its way into her mouth. garrus nipped at her lower lip and pushed deeper into the kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. "you're- mine- all- mine," he enunciated each word and emphasized the end of each word with a kiss.

shepard happily kissed him back and giggled, "what's with you today vakarian?"

garrus sighed and looked away sheepishly before looking back down at her with an awkward smile, "i'm- i'm honestly not really sure. something about vega's nickname for you... it's never bothered me before we were official but now..." he trailed off and buried his face into her neck.

she cooed and cradled his head in her hands, petting his fringe, "it's just a nickname i promise, if it makes you uncomfortable i can ask him to stop-"

"no it's not that, it just makes me feel a little... territorial."

"you mean jealous?"

shepard raised an eyebrow and garrus scoffed as he lifted his head to look at her.

"turians don't get jealous shepard."

"mhm sure, then why don't you show me who i belong to big guy?"

garrus grinned down at the woman he loves and kissed her cheek as he lined his cock up with her entered, slowly pushing the tip into her tight pussy. the pair groaned in unison as he reached deeper inside of her, his tapered cock stretching her out as he bottomed out. the pair stayed in that position for a minute, shepard nodding to garrus when she felt properly adjusted.

he started at a slow pace, pulling out halfway before plunging back into her wet heat. shepard moaned as his ridges massaged her walls, rubbing the spot under his carapace that she knows drives him wild. garrus' sub vocals purred and he leaned his head back at the pleasant feeling, drilling his hips deeper into her.

"spirits shepard, you feel so good," he groaned and started thrusting more intensely, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back into her, kissing her cervix as his hips slapped against her soft skin.

"garrus please- need more!", shepard cried out and garrus delivered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as she tightened up with his stronger thrusts, clutching him as close to her as possible.

garrus growled and kept the same rhythm and bit down on the opposite shoulder, just like he before, reaching a hand down to circle her clit.

" 'gonna cum!", shepard's walls spasmed around him as he released his seed inside of her, slowing his thrusts as the two rode out their highs. garrus licked up the bite mark once more, soft pants filled the room as they relaxed in each other's arms.

"so you're okay with vega calling me lola?"

"yes, i think this was a one time thing."

"well if it gets you fired up like that, i hope it's not a one-time thing."

garrus nudged his forehead playfully against hers and snorted, shaking his head affectionately. shepard reached a hand up and cupped his scarred cheek, rubbing her thumb across his scars.

"you know i'm only yours right?"

"i know."

"there's no shepard without vakarian."

"there's no vakarian without shepard."

"...you know it's okay to admit you were jealous."

"i'll say i was jealous if you admit i'm the better shot."

"never gonna happen."

"well, there's your answer."

the two laughed together and cleaned up before settling down for the night, finding a moment of peace before needing the morning where the horrors still await them tomorrow.

a/n: if i'm using subharmonics wrong please lmk, i've read a lot of fan fics that use them and i think it's so cute. if there are any mistakes lmk!!!

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Thinking Like That

From Control - Full Story in Progress on AO3!

Graves x Reader, hints of Ghost x Reader

Summary: Graves stops by to visit you before your night out with the team.

No Explicit Warnings

Tag: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slow Burn, Flirting, Implied FWB, Sad Reader, Jealousy, Some Swearing, Hints of Possessiveness, Maybe unrequited feelings(?), Intimacy

Word Count: 3k

Part One | Two | Three | Four | Five Masterlist

A/N: The next couple chapters are about to take place in the course of one long night. I'm getting ready to begin sowing in the (melo)drama, I just need a little more set up! I wanted to flesh the reader out a little more too. I'll never vividly describe the reader visually, but for narrative purposes, the reader's kinda sad and lonely. It's a bit angsty, hopefully not cringy and bad!

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Chapter Six - Thinking Like That

That data you pulled from Site Delta had no discernable ties to Black Bag, or anything involving the missing missiles. It was mostly a laundry list of names and places AQ had involved themselves with -- old conversations with high profile targets, locations for illegal arms dealing, and other hideouts spread across Eastern Europe. Nothing no one didn't already expect to find.

Once Laswell’s able to sift through the threats that matter and the ones that don't, you're sure both Shadow Company and 141 will be sent out again to handle it. With any luck, one of these names would get you closer to finding out where those missiles were taken, preferably before the others learn about them.

Regardless, your last mission was a job well done. You saw no better way to celebrate than going out drinking!

Graves picked the location -- some sports bar he randomly found on Google that wasn't too far away. All bars begin to feel the same when you've visited as many as you have before, so it matters not to you where you're drinking. The company was everything. If you all didn't go out now, none of you would any time soon. And as tired as you all were after today, you knew how important it was to enjoy the little moments of peace you could share with each other.

It's what you love most about your job.

By now the others had stopped back home (most likely at a barrack) to freshen up before heading back out. Your barrack room door opens with a resounding creek, as though this small room long awaited your return for ages. It invites you in with that mundane and stilted air, welcoming you home with a cold embrace.

You take an eye full of the rushed set up you’d put together in your room. Whenever Shadow Company had you on assignment, you were usually placed in spare barracks on base, such as now. Temporary living quarters. You traveled frequently when working, so you never brought too much with you. Only the essentials. That never stopped you from trying to make your space feel like a home though.

You decorated each available flat surface in your room with tiny knick-knacks and various memorabilia, as purple fairy lights decorate the lining of your window. Your bed was still tightly made from before, your mountain of pillows resting against the bed frame. You used to be shy about others seeing your room, though now you cared little for their opinions. It's not like it was often that others saw your place to begin with.

You shed away the face you’d been wearing outside. It’s been so long you’ve almost forgotten what a lightening sensation it was to finally let go of that façade you’ve created.

Now in the safety of your own space -- for be it a hastily decorated, tiny, and dreary room -- you face the unfamiliar presence of yourself for the first time in what feels like days. You tear away from your extroverted layer and let your more reclusive self breathe again. No more games, no more having to be a step ahead. No more hiding behind your walls.

In here, there's only you.

You take in a deep breath and let out a heavy exhale, before a soft smile paints your lips. God, it feels good to be away. 

You let the faucet run in the bathroom, using two fingers to gauge the temperature, as you slowly space out into the foreground. The water grows warmer each passing second, weaving over you like fine silk. You watch it bounce against the white ceramic of the sink, swirling down into a drain. Your eyes register this, though your mind is as far off as the rushing water swirling through that tiny, black hole. 

Your exhausted eyes then drudge up to a stranger in the reflection before you.

You.

You fixate on the little things -- the bags you’ve begun to form from the inconsistent work hours, same going for the few pounds you’ve shed these past few weeks as well. That new, little scar above your left eyebrow was in good company with the other little ones you’ve accumulated from years of physical labor. Normally when your face rested into its natural state it didn’t look so… hollow.

Sometimes it was hard to recognize yourself in the mirror. It felt almost like an out of body experience, having your eyes meet this face you see. These eyes, these lips, your worn expression.

You’ve gotten so used to playing a character, that you sometimes forget what the rest of your life is outside of your role. This.

Being alone in a room.

But what was this? What was anything? What were you?

Who were you?

The usual intrusive thoughts plague your mind, as they have since you were of adolescence -- when will someone finally fall in love with you for a change? What are you going to do if this job doesn’t pan out? Who would you have to be tomorrow? 

You cup your hands in the sink and create a small pool of water in your palms, lightly splashing it over your face. 

It gets harder each day not falling into these negative headspaces. You could spend all night in your head, driving yourself insane, before a new thought passes by and suddenly it has become the new object of your attention. So goes the cycle, though really it no longer distracts from things like it used to.

You bring more water to your face, rubbing your hands against you, as you hold yourself for a moment. You attempt to pep yourself up for tonight, running by all the nice things that could happen later. There were a number of possibilities, in fact.

All would bring some long awaited levity.

You don’t hear the knocking on your door until you turn the sink off. You weren't expecting any visitors. You step back into your room after drying off your face, making your leisurely way over to the front entrance, as you pull the door open. It's almost pathetic how happy it made you to see the Commander standing on the other side.

Graves’ expression lit up the second he could see you, his face beaming with amusement. He’s dressed out of his uniform now, opting for a more casual jeans and button-down look. A mix of something comfy yet deliberately put together. From his fragrance, you see he’s managed to squeeze in a quick shower as well.

The man was certainly ready for a good night out. You haven’t even gotten out of your own uniform yet.

You rest daintily in the doorway, your smile inviting. “Commander,” you coo. “Visiting me for a change."

Graves licks his lips with a chuckle, as he tells you, "You're a hard woman to stay away from."

"I know," you tease. "I'm quite the catch."

"I'm glad you're aware," he says playfully. "Mind if I come in?"

“Is that wise?” you ask coolly. “Someone might see.”

“We’ll have a lot of explaining to do then."

There was something about how Graves used his words -- how natural he could be so sly and yet beguiling. You knew he liked to play with his vocabulary, even as he never hid behind it. He understood the craft of wordplay, and enjoyed doing so when it was presented. 

And oh how it had a way of pulling you in.

You don’t respond, merely smirking at your commander as you step aside, leaving the door open. He steps in, using his back to close the door behind himself. The whole time, you're laser focused on each other, devouring one another with your gaze.

The door hadn’t even clicked shut before he’d taken a few swift steps towards you; his entire being encompassing you. Though to your surprise, rather than come in for a kiss or something a little more straightforward, he extends his arms out, and wraps you into a warm embrace.

Graves arms envelop your small frame, your face pressing into the crook of his neck. His scent takes over your senses, and he holds you like a snug hoodie. A proper hug. Small gestures of affection were never really his style. It's not what you expected from him, so you can’t help but gasp a little.

"You did one hell of a job today baby," he said. "One hell of a job!"

So that's what this is about. Work.

"You say that like there was ever any doubt," you joke. 

"No," he pulls away from the hug, keeping his hands on your shoulders. He wanted to look at you when saying this. "There’s never a doubt in my mind when it comes to you, Y/N."

You'd beg to differ.

Graves only continues speaking, caught up in his own words to really notice anything.

"Our odds at fixing this just went up tenfold," he said. "If we stay on top of things, we'll be home free before you know it. Then we can be done with this bullshit, and get back to how things were."

One thing you've begun to notice about Graves is how often he speaks at you. It wasn't on purpose. He was a passionate man, when it was something he found worth putting the time into. Which in that case, Graves would move mountains if they were in his way. 

And it's not that what he's talking about is unimportant either. What goes on with your missions right now effects you just as much as it does him, and you feel no shame in admitting you care even more about it simply because it means a lot to your commander.

Him wanting to talk to you about it should feel flattering. And yet…

"Just a few more steps then," you say.

"Just a few more.”

And suddenly, it's as though all that optimism he'd built up over the last couple minutes got pushed away somewhere. Replaced by something more… biting. You’re reminded how close you still are to him, his hands resting on your arms.

"That was quite a show you put on back there with the Task Force."

"Oh?"

It's not every day he makes comments like that one.

"You shoulda seen 'em," he boasts. "You’ll have 'em wrapped around your finger in no time with that performance. You nearly had me convinced you were 141. You even had Ghost praising you; that's some serious dedication, Songbird."

"Killing with kindness is my specialty, right?" You tease.

He adjusts his hold on your arms as he looks off for a second, laughing under his breath. Indeed, you knew these past couple of hours must have given him  something  to think about. He's not this tight-lipped otherwise.

“I must admit,” he says. “Watching you out there made me…”

“Jealous?”

Graves raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“It might make me giggle,” you say. “Only a little.”

In one suave motion, his hand sneaks up to the left side of your face, taking hold of your head in his hand rather dominantly. He didn't think twice about it; it interrupts your train of thought, causing your breath to catch in your throat. That only amuses him, as his eyes look down at your lips hungrily.

When he came in close like this, it was difficult not to let the sheer dominance of his nature swallow you completely. Like a magnet, you were pulled in violently.

“Well," he said coolly. "I like it better when you’re with me.”

There’s a lot to unpack from that. In fact you’re almost unsure of what to say, let alone how to feel about it. A part of you felt like a schoolgirl being told their crush liked them back. It also felt rather possessive, for someone who seemed only interested in keeping things casual. 

And yet, there was this small part of you that wanted his words to mean something for once.

“I’m always with you, Phillip.”

He doesn’t reply to you; he avoids it. Thinking. He never has anything to say in these moments, and his silence only made you feel rather foolish for wanting to see more in this.

Graves’ eyes lift to the cut above your brow, lingering. His lips began to purse, and for a moment you think he might frown. He doesn’t, catching himself and relaxing his features into a more neutral expression.

He takes his hand and gently rubs his thumb over the closed wound, feeling all its rough ridges from where it's scabbed over. His palm grazes your cheek; they’re both warm and callus, shaped by years of constant use. You don’t flinch at his touch, keeping your eyes on him, trying to know what he might be thinking right now.

If this is how he treats girls he fucks, you wondered how he was with someone he actually wanted. These small gestures were what confused you so much about your commander; you’ve never met a man so OK with riding the middle of things like Graves liked to.

Perhaps it was a power play you should incorporate in your own works, because the control his gentle ways had over you were astounding.

But why come see you if he did not want you? Why bother with this? If it’s just to pass the time while you two are forced to work together, he should learn not to blur these lines so much. Instead of making a mess neither of you were ready to fix. 

“It doesn’t hurt,” you tell him.

“Good,” his hand falls from your face, resting it against your shoulder again. Though he continues to look at your wound, keeping up this nonchalant attitude he hid behind. “Seems I can’t trust Ghost to keep you safe after all.”

It may have been a joke, though the undertones in his voice suggested some truth in his words. You felt your previous team mate was owed some credit though.

"He saved me, actually," you say. “I’d be dead if he hadn’t been there.”

You could tell Graves hadn’t expected you to say that. He may have thought you’d agree with him and begin ripping a new one into the lieutenant. But that’s not how you felt about Ghost. Not after working with him. He seemed a good man, and one you didn’t want to see get burned by the drama you and Graves were unintentionally involving him into.

As closed off and unamused Ghost was, at least he didn’t hide that he was secretive.

You're sure it made no difference to your commander, regardless. There was never any controlling the way he'd feel about things.

“Well,” Graves says. “I’d’ve killed him if he came back without you.”

You scoff; what a drastic statement to make. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Graves really was jealous.

“Would it be that easy?” you poke at him. “Last I checked, he has a whole foot over you.”

"He does not," Graves chuckles. “Besides, it's not the size of the man that matters. Everyone knows skill and a will to win are an unmatched duo.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?”

“Among other things,” he retorts.

“Will I ever know?”

Graves takes hold of your hips, pulling you to him again.

“I’m an open book, darlin’.”

You laugh and cross your arms. “And I’m an actress.”

“I’d come watch you in a heartbeat.”

A single hand takes you by the throat -- his grasp is gentle, though firm enough so that you were aware of his sudden hold on you. You’re all but powerless when he brings his lips down to yours, all senses now absorbed by the man in front of you.

Despite everything, he kissed you sweetly, making sure that each one he left was long enough for the sensation of him to settle in. A reminder of his well-trained ways of intimacy.

His hand loosens on your neck now. He slowly curves it up to the side of your face, as you feel his fingers graze your ear, his thumb resting gently at the corner of your jawline. He slowly brings his thumb to your bottom lip, grazing it gently in between kisses. He tugs lightly, opening your mouth enough for him to deepen the kiss, before retaking hold of your face once his tongue found its way inside.

Unconsciously you reciprocate his warm gestures, resting your hands on either side of his neck and stepping up on your tiptoes to match him. He kisses you like he hadn't seen you for awhile, even though it’d only been maybe an hour since. Like a man on a mission, he keeps hold of you so that you could not slip from him. He feels you melt in his hands, and carries on with his work.

This was a fondness you’ve never gotten from Graves before, catching you off guard to the point of nearly making you weary. You rest your hand against his chest and pull away, smiling. You felt it was time you were the one to keep things straight for a change.

“We shouldn’t keep the others waiting” you giggle. “Unless you’re tryin’ to fuck right now.”

Graves straightens up. It almost seemed like he wasn’t sure what brought that on either. But never one to be caught off guard for too long (at least noticeably), he has a rebuttal.

“Right,” he says. “Can’t get too carried away. As much as I would love to show you how happy I am with your work today.”

“Buy a girl a drink first,” you tease.

“Yes ma’am.”

Graves steals another kiss from you -- a quick peck on the lips -- as he makes his way over to the exit. “Try and have some fun tonight,” he says. “You earned it.”

“Will do Commander,” you wave.

The door closes, and just like that, you’re back in an empty room. Only now it didn’t feel so refreshing to be here.

You could really use a drink right about now.

...Chapter Seven Here!

[loveislandthegame]

Is anywhere else doing a sapphic route. I'm so bored that I feel like crying. All het players are exploring their options. Not only are the writers making it seem like my MC is playing the game but I have to watch my LI with someone else for months. Why is it that seasons that treat sapphic players poorly always happen to be fan favourites? I really wish the fandom could have our backs at least once mate. Literally nobody seems to care that LGBT players are getting forked over again. Can't we have a female LI appreciation month or something?

i've seen a few people who are doing claudia/bea routes! i love claud but i do hate how the game treats MC like a hoe for pursuing her when i have been loyal...to her . not to mention all the dialogue about theo & OG LI/casa guy getting pissed off every single time i flirt with her during challenges . it's getting old

there's only 9 episodes left, today's recoupling should've been a chance to actually get with the LI we want . instead we're forced to be with OG LI (or casa guy) all while he's being like "i know you have a thing with claudia...🥺" (i miss season 3 more than ever, being able to couple up with a girl in the second recoupling was amazing, should've been the standard going forward. idk why FB decided to regress)

heavy on the boredom. over half of the drama is centered around OG LI & MC . i think the only way i could make it possibly clearer i don't want him is to dive into the code & rewrite the damn game myself. and don't even get me started on sienna

with the amount of times the game prompts you to choose your "main LI," she could've easily been a bi rival that grafts on whoever you chose (like how valentina can take najuma on a date, not just the guys) of course that wouldn't fix her being annoying and one-dimensional, but at least i'd actually have a reason to care.

(it sucks that wlw players already have so few options to begin with, only to be further limited by having to choose one, way before you have to lock in a male LI . in one of my volume recaps i mentioned how the game was already forcing us to choose between claudia and bea)

i think this season is great if you're on a loyal OG LI route (or just burning the villa lol) and at this point it's just unpleasant for literally anyone else. i wish the same, & i try to call out anything "problematic," idk a better word for it, basically FB's piss poor representation of LGBT and islanders of colour. but i'm only one person, and unfortunately a lot of the fandom has more smoke for sienna than anything

and i think that lack of pressure put on FB to do better is why they're perfectly content with screwing over wlw players (not to mention i've seen some people who shrug it off as "well the show is based on straight couples!🤷🏽" ... even though the game barely follows the show anymore, but i digress)

i just hope that theo romancers (& ppl that wanted their casa LI but got stuck with their OG) who are rightfully mad as well are enough for FB to realise how stupid of a decision this was. being extremely generous and assuming the final recoupling is gonna be right at the beginning in the next episode...we'll have, at most, 9 episodes to be in an official couple with our LI. almost 1/5th of the entire season 🙄🙄🙄

an appreciation month for the ladies would be lovely though . i don't have any experience with organising stuff like that but june/pride month is in 2 months ! 👀

[amiharana]

My thoughts are still plagued with revalink streamers au 🛀😟🪑

THE EMOJISKDJFD i miss streamers au too </3

i'm thinking about the champions coming back for another round of Love or Host with link as the bachelor of the game. at this time, the CSMP is in full force and is gaining popularity at an exponential rate, the champions are now a well-established streaming group, and revali and link are now in their weird bickering/flirting stage where no one really knows if they're being fr and both revali n link are starting to realize they might? have? feelings? for each other? i've decided that for this au, kohga is going to be fulfilling the role of austinshow (this one's for you lucha john---baptist i love u)

if you've never heard of Love or Host before, it's kind of difficult to explain if you've never watched it?? if you have some time to spare, here's a link to a video of quackity's LOH when he participated a couple years back. but basically, it's like a livestreamed dating show where one person is the "bachelor" looking for love and the other contestants are competing to "love" or "host" — "love" meaning they are also looking for love and "date" after the show (it's not serious though, it's just for the drama. they don't actually end up dating if they don't want to lol) whereas "host" refers to looking for fame and wanting to get their stream hosted to get more views or something. idk it's kind of weird but still a fun twist to dating shows.

link gets invited by TheKohgaShow (this shit has me howling i'm sawryy) to be the bachelor for this round of LOH, since he's one of the most popular streamers at the moment. he agrees because why not and tries to get the rest of the champions to apply to be contestants for the game. daruk and urbosa call off because they aren't comfortable with the idea of possibly playing for link's hand romantically given their age gap, but they are livestreaming the show on their own streams and providing commentary, but mipha and zelda are fine with it. except for revali because he's a party pooper :]

"this is ridiculous," he grumbles over their discord call. "why are you going on that show again? wasn't meeting there enough?"

"it would be fun!" link insists. "it would be funny to see how much our dynamic's changed since we all first met on LOH. it's not that serious anyway, bird brain. unless you're scared you'd fall in love with me?"

"shut the fuck up," revali snaps. thank goddess he has his camera off right now because he can feel his cheeks beginning to burn. "the whole event is just... asinine. i didn't even want to be there the first time, and i still don't understand why you would want to go back."

"don't be mean, revali," comes mipha's voice, soft and cheery like a little bell. "it is just a casual event for fun anyway."

"and you could get a leg up over link by choosing host," urbosa muses. "you don't have to choose love, you know—"

"i'd eliminate him before he could try," link snickers.

"shut the fuck up," revali repeats, scrunching his nose up. "the entire format of such a show is just absurd. all dating shows are. none of it is genuine and it's all for drama and views anyway. there are far more productive ideas of substantial quality that could achieve the same goal."

"revali, it's really not that serious," link says, rolling his eyes and sitting back in his chair. his camera is on and revali can't help but follow the movement. "whether you apply or not, i'll be there as the bachelor. just don't get jealous if i do find love there."

daruk guffaws and mipha titters on the other ends of the call, but revali's jaw tightens. he wouldn't actually care if link found love on that stupid show. he wouldn't.

(once the notification that applications are open drops, revali applies and interviews for a position on the show in the next two hours. he gets it. after he logs off for the night, he realizes that doesn't really know why he ended up applying, but urbosa is going to bully him so bad when she sees him on the show tomorrow.)

the show goes live on kohga's channel the next day at noon, with the final contestant lineup as follows: revali, mipha, zelda, sidon, yunobo, paya, beedle, pikango, regan, and traysi. (in canon, regan is an npc who left lurelin village and who you can save from monster attacks, and traysi is the girl who writes the rumor mill articles left around hyrule). revali scoffs at the roster; if link was really looking for love, this wasn't exactly a group of prime pickings. (sorry to miph n zel. revali loves them as friends even if he won't say it out loud, but he knows they've been seeing each other on the downlow. LOL). when kohga starts the show and has everyone turn on their cameras, all of link, zelda, and mipha's eyes bulge out of their heads when they see revali in the roster. he rolls his eyes at his friends' reactions and tries to keep a straight face. his phone is buzzing with messages, probably from all of the champions in their shared gc, but he keeps his eyes on his computer screen.

i'm too impatient to write out a whole bunch of scenarios of link getting to know everyone and eliminating people and shit, so here's a bullet point list of ideas instead

surprisingly, link goes for zelda's head to bicker with first instead of revali (he didn't think revali would actually apply so now he's nervous), and he threatens to eliminate zelda in the introduction round. they bicker for a full a minute, escalating until kohga has to step in and stop the fight

sidon is absolutely flirting with link and link is flirting back. revali's face grows even more sour as he watches the whole exchange. his phone buzzes again, and this time, he can't help but check his phone. it's a message from urbosa that says, "Hey, Link told you not to get jealous if he finds love on the show." he rolls his eyes and reacts to the message with a thumbs down. whatever.

traysi pisses everyone off right away from how annoying she is. it's going to be a real surprise if link doesn't eliminate her right away.

pikango, regan, and beedle are all smaller streamers that link has interacted with in passing or has collabed with before so they're playing a game of catch-up for the few minutes they talk. something about how casually link talks with them irritates revali. he doesn't know why.

paya is a smaller streamer who voices in the nearly most inaudible voice ever that she's been a big fan of link's content. "awhh, thank you, that's very sweet of you," link says, smiling kindly at her. a vein twitches in revali's temple.

when link finally gets to him, for a moment he stares with wide blue eyes and if revali squints hard enough, a faint pink flush dusting his cheeks. "revali," link says. "fancy seeing you here."

"you should fancy me at every point in the day, no matter where i am," revali replies smoothly. flirting bickering with link is an instinct at this point.

link laughs. "i don't think i want to or ever will," he says, resting his chin on his hand and smiling into the camera.

"well, trust me," revali says, the corner of his lip curling up barely as he sits back in his chair. "by the end of this, you will." shit, where did this bravado suddenly come from?

but link's eyes widen and this time, the pink flush revali thought he was hallucinating makes itself known. kohga makes an "oooooooh" and ends the introduction round, introducing the premise of the next round, but link and revali are still staring at each other, watching each other's webcams.

(later, a clip of zelda rolling her eyes at this moment of time goes viral. she qrts the originating post with "these two are going to make me homophobic.")

LIKE I SAID I'M IMPATIENT I JUST WANNA WRITE THE SCENES I WANT TO SEE so yadda yadda yadda the elimination order goes traysi → regan → pikango → beedle → yunobo → paya until mipha gets eliminated and zelda votes herself out in an act of solidarity, telling revali to win for the honor of the champions LOL. only sidon and revali are left, so kohga alots 10 minutes for each contestant to go on their final "dates" with link and prove that they should be the one that link chooses.

sidon goes first and it's very cute :) he's very gentlemanly and sweet and talking about where he would take link on their first date, and just some sappy shit about how he'll give link the world. link is very enamored with him and his promises <3 leaning on his chin and gazing dreamily at sidon while he talks, sidlinkers are going nuts in the chat

but when it's revali's turn for the "Date", ohoho....... a tension so thick you can almost taste it develops in the call and the stream the moment sidon is taken out of the call and revali comes in and unmutes. link immediately straightens from his leaning posture on the desk and he's on high alert, chewing on his bottom lip and watching as revali settles into the call. revali looks relaxed and nonchalant, the complete opposite of the electricity beginning to fizz throughout link's veins. the timer has already started, but neither of them say anything, just staring at each other in the call.

"are you going to say anything or are we just going to stare at each other for 10 minutes?" revali finally says, the corner of his lip curling up just slightly into a hint of a smile.

link rolls his eyes and scoffs. "i would, if i had anything to say that you deserve to hear," he replies playfully. he resumes his initial position of placing his chin on his hand and leaning into it, smiling into the camera with half-lidded eyes.

"is that so?" revali says, raising an eyebrow. "do you mean to say that i'm leaving you speechless right now?"

link gives revali a look through the camera. "i have plenty to say, thank you very much."

"then say it all," revali says, his smirk growing a little bigger. "or do i make you too nervous to speak?"

"shut up," link responds, squinting. and they continue bickering for another 3 minutes, before kohga steps in to re-navigate the conversation back to the "Date".

"okay, okay, fine, revali where would you take me on our first date?" link says.

"i would take you to the top of a tall building and throw you off," revali replies smoothly.

link slams his head on his desk. "are you ever gonna give me a genuine answer?" he groans.

revali rolls his eyes. "i suppose i could attempt entertaining the subject of the question, just this once," he sniffs. then he sits back and looks up, crossing his arms and humming thoughtfully. "if i ever felt the desire to take you out, it would be an all-day endeavor."

"all day?" link says, tilting his head to the side. his curiosity has been piqued; sidon's first date plan consisted only of a dinner and a late-night walk in the park. "you'd plan the whole day for a first date?"

revali gives him a look. "do you think so lowly of me that you think i'd half-ass our first date?" he says snippily. "perhaps some reminders are in order for you; i actually care for the quality of my work, you know. i'm more than happy to welcome you to my twitch and youtube channels to assist in the rejuvenation of your memory."

link returns revali's look. "just continue."

revali hums and settles back in his seat. "right, well before i was so rudely interrupted," he says, "i would utilize the entire day for our date. we'd start with brunch at the new cafe in lanayru promenade, because goddess knows you are not a person of the early morning."

"i could wake up early if i really wanted to, thank you very much," link grumbles. "but lanayru promenade?"

"you mentioned that you've been wanting to try it in the discord calls..." revali says, voice petering off and he looks away. he actually didn't think about what his plan would be if he took link out on a date. he hasn't! it's not like they'd ever date in the first place! but the words just keep spilling out of him and he can't stop... "but that you haven't had a chance. i think you'll like the hylian mushroom toast. it's just as absurd of a meal as you are."

when revali looks back at the screen, link's eyes are wide and he's staring intently back at him. "yeah?" he says. "and what do you have planned after that?"

"i'd take you to the great plateau museum," revali continues, rather softly. "i heard they're opening up the temple of time ruins to the public again. you said you had been waiting for the opening for a long time, but you weren't able to get tickets because the exclusive opening sold out."

"you remember that?" link says. his eyes are wide, shimmering in surprise. "i only said that in passing and that was months ago..."

"well, unlike you, i actually listen when people talk," revali says, finding his bite again. but now he's nervous; why did he remember that? and why did he bring it up as part of the date? "we'd likely be there for the rest of the afternoon, and for dinner, we'd eat at 'sanidin'."

"mm, that's fancy," link muses. "you have 'sanidin' money?"

revali shrugs. "being a quality streamer and youtuber pays when you actually put the work into it."

"is that supposed to be a read?"

"if the shoe fits, you can wear it, darling."

"oh, shut up—"

"and for the grand finale of the night," revali swiftly cuts link off, "i'd take you to my favorite spot in the city and admire the stars." he says it with a level of finality and the call goes silent, as if link and kohga were waiting with bated breath for revali to continue. but he doesn't.

"and where would that be?" link says quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

revali tries to imagine link with him under the cherry blossom tree at the satori observatory park, the night breeze tousling his golden hair. revali tries to imagine link smiling up at him with that pink flush dusting his freckled cheeks and nose, wide blue eyes sparkling. he tries to imagine wrapping an arm around link's waist to pull him close and— surprisingly, it's not hard to imagine at all.

revali leans back in his seat, the barest trace of a smile across his lips. "that's for me to know and for you to find out, if you choose me," he says.

and link pauses and blinks. "what," he says. "you can't just cut your plan off like that when—" the timer signaling the end of the "Date's" duration rings. link stops mid-sentence, mouth agape as kohga unmutes and calls the time. "no, wait, i— he wasn't done—"

"the ten minutes are over, link! play fair!" kohga cackles. "it's time for you to choose your final contestant — one to keep, and one to eliminate! alright chat, we're going to set up a poll for you to guess who link is going to choose, while link DMs me his choice—"

the chat is going fucking nuts, full of #SIDLINK and #REVALINK, people have already clipped revali's entire date plan and it's going viral on twitter, they're #1 on trending, both of their mentions are blowing up, the champions gc is just full of urbosa and zelda teasing revali, and revali is starting to sweat. what if link doesn't choose him? it would be embarrassing if link didn't and that clip of revali talking about their hypothetical first date was just always held over his head. not that any of this is real anyway. he and link would never date. they wouldn't! he's just in it for the views... right, the views...

"okay, chat, everyone!" kohga announces. "link, it's time to make your final decision! according to the name that link has DM'd me... the one he's carefully spent time with and chosen... the winner of this round of love or host..."

"are you going to continue to drag this on?" revali drawls into his mic, but his heart is slamming against his chest. "i think we'd all like to find out who won within this lifetime, you know."

"stop!" kohga whines. "it's for the dramatic effect! you wouldn't understand, this vocal craft of pausing was carefully passed down from my father's mother's father!"

"you are going to become the 'father's mother's father' of your great grandchild by the time we find out who link chose," revali replies wryly. "get on with it, will you?"

"hmph," kohga sniffs. "no appreciation for the arts whatsoever. the winner of this love or host is..." kohga's mic is suddenly full of the sound of paper being shuffled around. "in a strange twist of fate, revali!!!"

revali blinks as kohga screams wildly and sidon smiles good-naturedly, clapping politely. link is smiling but he's averted his gaze away from the camera. revali thinks his face looks a little pink. he wasn't actually expecting to win.

"congratulations on your victory, revali!!!" kohga yells. "however! remember that the contestants had the opportunity to choose either 'love' or 'host' in this game. and sidon chose... love!!!"

sidon tilts his head to the side and smiles again. "i think we would have made an excellent pair if you chose me, link," he says. "i wish only the best for you in the future. thank you for allowing me the opportunity to play with you."

"oh goddess, why did you phrase it like that," link says, turning red and covering his face with his hands. kohga wheezes in the call.

sidon blinks. "what do you mean? i meant playing the game with you."

after sidon is removed the call, it's time for kohga to reveal what revali chose, and now link is the one sweating. he thinks back to the discord call from yesterday, where urbosa said that revali could choose host just to ridicule link. if link knows revali, he knows that revali would take any chance to do so. and why would he choose love anyway? he was probably just bullshitting the whole date idea (which somehow makes link wilt internally; it sounded like a really nice date idea, too...)

"the results are in!" kohga says. "before the show began revali had the chance to choose love or host: love as in looking for a chance to fall in love with link, or host for a chance to get hosted and get those views in! the time has come for us to finally reveal the choice that revali made before the show!"

"it seems to be that i've made a choice before the show started," revali says dryly, and link snickers. "i wonder what the choice was about."

"and revali chose...!" kohga continues, pointedly ignoring revali's comment. there's more papery shuffling behind the mic (why is kohga shuffling papers? both revali and link made their choices over dm), and suddenly a loud, prolonged gasp. "he chose love!!!"

while kohga continues screaming over the mic, link's eyes widen and he blinks. it's revali's turn to not look at the camera, rubbing at the back of his neck. the chat is exploding with messages, "HE CHOSE LOVE???", "get it link lmao", "REVALINK IS REAL".

afaik it's customary for the two people to go on a "date" after the show ends if the contestant chose "love", and by "date" i mean they just sit in a call together and livestream it. idk it's kinda weird KDJHFDKJ but link and revali do exactly that, the livestream gets moved to link's twitch channel and it's just him and revali's cams side by side on a screen, the both of them just silently staring at each other while the chat blows up. neither of them know what to say, fucking losers KJHDFJKD

"so... you chose love?" link finally says breaking the silence. "i didn't expect that from you."

"i had the element of surprise on my side," revali replies. "there's not a better feeling in this world than catching you off guard as much as possible."

link snorts. "you're such a dickhead. i really thought you weren't going to apply for the game."

"call it a change of heart." they're both silent for a couple moments, just staring at each other. the chat is still going a million miles per hour. link's camera quality is so good, revali might be able to count all the freckles on his nose if he really tried.

"were you being for real about your date idea?" link says next. his voice is soft, uncertain, and revali is unnerved by it. link never sounds this vulnerable...

revali waits a beat. "it's real if you want it to be," he answers vaguely.

link's mouth curls up into a smile. "even the dinner at 'sanidin' part?"

revali rolls his eyes. "i told you, caring about the quality of your content pays well. don't doubt me."

and the blond giggles, a sweet sound (that unbeknownst to revali, softens his expression on camera to which revalinkers immediately clip and post onto twitter). "okay. i'd like that, then."

"okay," revali repeats softly. "let me know when you're free, and it's a date."

"it's a date," link echoes, smiling bigger. they're quiet again for a couple moments, link's cheeks turning pink and revali beginning to fidget. "we still on for CSMP tomorrow?"

"of course, we need to build bigger and better spaces for medli and epona. i grabbed some vines from our last trip to the jungle for medli's room, and i think we should add more hay bales to epona's. you're practically starving her, you know."

"i am not!" link says indignantly. "i feed her so many golden apples. how dare you accuse me of starving my child."

they continue bickering for 10 more minutes about their minecraft plans, and then sign off for the night. after link ends his stream, revali sits back in his chair and sighs. what a simply asinine day.

"feeling okay?" link says. revali almost forgot he was still on the call with link and that he still had his camera on. link's eyes are as wide as they always are, shimmering blue with a look of concern on his face.

"i'm fine," revali says. "love or host was longer than i remember."

link hums. "yeah, i guess." he chews his bottom lip for a moment, then continues in a quiet voice. "did you really mean it? the date?"

revali pauses and blinks. "as i said, it's real if you want it to be." the thought that link might want to back out instead makes his heart sink. "unless you don't want to—?"

"i want to," link says firmly. "i want to go on that date with you. if you want to, too." he adds the last part quietly, shyly, unsure. revali doesn't like it.

"then we'll go through with it," revali says softly. "as long as you want to, then... i wouldn't mind going out with you either."

"okay," link whispers, eyes impossibly wider. "okay. let's do it, for real."

revali snorts. "are you sure this time?"

"yes i am, birdbrain, let's fucking gooo—"

"shut the fuck up," revali replies, but a smile is growing on his face. "i'm logging off. you should too and rest up. you've had quite an interesting day."

"you and me both," link says. "bye revali, have a good night. and... thank you."

"mm, a good night to you as well." link waves at him and revali waves back, letting himself smile a little wider. he disconnects, shuts off his computer, and goes to wash up and get ready for bed.

(as he settles for the night in his bed, the distinct sound of a discord notification pings from his phone. revali grabs his phone and checks the message:

Discord master streamer zero 💯 gn vali :] <3

revali snorts and taps on the notification, beginning to type into the app.

Revali 🪶 Goodnight, Link.

and after a moment's hesitation:

Revali 🪶 ❤�� [😧][🫶][⁉️]

Revali 🪶 Dumbass.

master streamer zero 💯 YOU SENT A HEART IM KDJFDKJDFJKD

Revali 🪶 Goodnight, Link. [🫡][😴][❤️]

revali shakes his head, snorting again, and puts his phone down settling into bed. perhaps today wasn't as asinine as he originally thought it was.)

[the-girl-with-starry-eyes]

Geto Suguru x reader

Angst with an almost happy ending

Geto Suguru stood at the entrance of the Jujutsu Tech campus, looking as confident as ever. The last time he was here, he was a traitor to the Jujutsu world, but now he was back to declare war against the cursed spirits.As soon as he walked in, he spotted his ex-girlfriend, you, standing with Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world. Suguru couldn't help but notice how beautiful you still looked, even after all these years. He walked up to you with a sly grin on his face."Well, well, well, look who we have here," Suguru said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's been a long time, Y/N. You're looking as lovely as ever."You glared at him, your blood boiling. "What do you want, Suguru? You left us all in the past, and now you come back here to start a war. What's your game?"Suguru's grin widened. "Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be like that. You know I always had a soft spot for you. Maybe we could rekindle some old flames."You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that his words were making your heart race. "I don't have time for your games, Suguru. We have bigger things to worry about than our past .But despite your best efforts to resist him, you couldn't deny the spark of attraction that still existed between you and Geto. He had always had a way of getting under your skin, of making you feel both infuriated and exhilarated at the same time.As the two of you argued and flirted, the tension in the room grew thicker and more dangerous. You knew that Geto was not to be trusted, that his motives were suspect at best. But you also couldn't ignore the fact that you still had feelings for him, that a part of you wanted to believe that he could change, that he could be the person you had always hoped he would be.

(Time skippy)

As I lay in my bed, trying to process the events of the day, I heard a knock at my door. At first, I thought it was one of my teammates, but as I got up to answer it, I saw Geto standing on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice cold.

Geto smiled. "I couldn't resist the temptation," he said, his eyes wandering around my room. "I wanted to see where you lived."

I rolled my eyes. "As if you care," I said, my anger beginning to rise again.

But then, I noticed something in his expression change. His eyes had landed on the old picture of us that I had hung up on my wall, and his expression had shifted from one of amusement to surprise.

"You kept that?" he asked, his voice suddenly soft.

I looked away, feeling my cheeks flush. "It's just a stupid picture," I muttered.

But Geto shook his head. "No, it's not," he said, his eyes still fixed on the image. "It's a memory. And a good one, I hope."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him. There was something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before - a vulnerability, a hint of regret.

For a moment, neither of us said anything. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel my heart beating faster as I wondered what was going to happen next.

But then, without warning, Geto turned and walked out of the room. "I'll see you around," he said over his shoulder, his tone neutral once more.

I stood there for a few moments, trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just left like that? Had he really just flirted with me, only to back off when he saw that I still had feelings for him?

As I lay back down in my bed, I knew that I still had a lot of questions - and a lot of unresolved feelings - about Geto. But for now, I was content to let things be. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for us to be together again. But only time would tell

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

heyyyyyyyyyy

🍬, 🩵, 💜, 🧬

For Jackson and Finn?

(@markbeakskisser)

Hihiii!!! Thank you so so much hehe!!!

I was maybeee considering putting a read more at first, but after answering that last question for both of them and getting more invested than I anticipated, I'm absolutely gonna put a read more🤣 but again, thank you as always this was splendid.

🍬 - do they like sweets? whats their favorite kind of candy?

I don't think Jackson is super big on sweets or candy, but when he does want something sweet, he normally goes for cake. I've seen him repeatedly get things like strawberry shortcake style sorts of stuff, or strawberry sando(i think thats the name for them? Correct me if im wrong)/those Japanese strawberry sandwiches that are on that special milk bread and have strawberries and like a type of whipped cream on them. He seems to specifically get the strawberry ones as opposed to any other fruit sort of varient. I haven't ever seem him get much candy, occasionally he'll get some sort of whipped-chocolatey cake or chocolate sort of snack or desert, but that's about it.

It is really really funny this one gets mentioned of Finn cause a few days ago I wanted to(and thought I had done it but I suppose I forgot) make a post about how I love the thought that licorice is Finn's favorite sort of candy or sweet(if those can be considered sweet). He likes the assorted licorice best like Taveners, but he normally leans to things that are a bit more high-end or closer to the top of the shelf. He also really really loves those little cherry chocolates or cherry liqueurs chocolates. Nearly just about any box of chocolates would make him quite happy, but those will get him even more.

🩵 - does your f/o (if romantic) use any kind of pickup lines on you?

Jackson is quite smug, and before he has his moments of getting softer or letting some walls down, he definitely makes some few teasing comments about how he's aware of how much I like him. He absolutely makes a couple comments to use as an excuse to stroke his own ego while making me flustered at the same time. He circles back a bit to his teasing once he starts to get more relaxed again about getting close to someone. He doesn't ever have any textbook flirt lines though, 95% of that stuff would perhaps make him roll his eyes.

Mm.. I don't know if pickup lines is the best way to describe some of the stuff Finn says, cause he leans a lot more towards being endearing and perhaps even a bit of flattery, like praising different qualities of me or comparing me to wonders or things he has a deep fondness of, as opposed to cheesy one-liners that you get off of Google and would use for someone that you're maybe meeting at a party or a bar(this isn't slander I swear).

💜 - if your f/o could receive any gift in the entire world, no matter what it was, what would they want?

Oh man, this is a bit of a hard choice for both of them! Honestly I think Jackson would want something 'simple'. He'd probably ask for some sort of high-end latest gaming computer set-up, or some sort of expansion pack for a new release of a game he likes that costs like 80-120$+(Sims players who have scrolled through the Sims DLC know where numbers like that come from).

"Yea, but like, ANYTHING. You could have ANYTHING."

"I know."

And that's how the whole conversation would go and if you kept asking or trying to push him for a different answer he'd probably begin to look at you as if you were the funny one! Anything is anything, at least he didn't ask for like an orange or apple or something.

Finn would absolutely say something like he'd wish for me or wish for my safety or something, and he would mean it with his whole heart. He'd consider it for about five or ten seconds and then that's it. I don't think he'd wish for a physical item or such, he'd probably lean towards a more abstract sort of thing, like the gift of wellness for the people he cares about. He doesn't mean it in some sort of self-righteous manner like how some would say the gift of world peace, but in his line of career, it gets "tiresome", to say the least, to constantly be worried or ache over the condition or safety of someone you like. He said it best, friends are dangerous in his line of work.

🧬 - if your f/o could go into any other career than they're currently in, what would they go into?

Honestly, I don't know if "career" is a fitting word for the situation Jackson would get himself into. Nothing ever really interested or intrigued him asides from that racing simulator game that he was incredible at, and him winning a competition for it was the main reason he ever got offered or considered actually racing in a real-life setting. I know F1 and a few other racing devisions has things like competitive online simulator racing that gets treated like on the same level as in real life racing, but as far as I know NASCAR has nothing like that. He honestly seemed to be making quite the income though from winning so many competitions that were held over the game. I don't know if it was enough that he didn't need any other sort of income, but he was doing something that was okay enough to be out in California on his(seemingly; assumebly) lonesome. I don't know what he would get into outside of racing since he has such little things that captivate him, truthfully I think he'd be kind of a 'floater', he'd probably end up running late night shifts or very isolated jobs or jobs where you can work by yourself. Things like being the person that watches the cameras in escape rooms or game rooms, or where he could have as little interaction with others as possible.

Mm. Actually, kinda just had a light bulb moment, unironically I could see him possibly getting into doing streaming on like Twitch or something. He could just turn off the display that shows chat and the viewer count and he might as well still be in his own spot. Plus you get the choice of kinda deciding your own schedule. I mean, it's a lot simpler worded on paper.

I don't like that I thought "butler" for Finn as a first thought(need to clarify im talking like Sebastian from Black Butler level of stuff). Or like, hitman. Say what you want, but it takes a special kind of person to get into something like being a spy, he is an incredibly well-composed man and is awfully sweet and a gentleman, but he still does incredibly risky and adrenaline leaning sorts of things. I mean, the opener of the movie is him having an infiltration and committing murder moment, he has to carry around weapons on him constantly, I mean, there's a part in the movie where they are at an AIRPORT and he's having to juggle things like spy cameras, guns, missiles, at an AIRPORT. And not once does he ever like falter at all throughout the movie. I mean, I get he's a well-seasoned spy, but he is not getting into some sort of normal career. He's going to like borderline Sherlock Holmes himself into something, trying to scratch and itch. Honestly, it's probably a good thing he got into being a spy, because I think there's a limited area he could get himself in that would satiate or satisfy him. One of the(many) reasons I like him so much is it's so, so, so overlooked that nature of his field and the things he commits and has to do in the movie, he just bears it all really well with a borderline docile seeming nature and good demeanor. He's like the unironic "don't get on my bad side" and if you do you'll catch a treacherous glint in his eyes like wolf staring down a rabbit.

Very many reflections of Spy TF2, to put it into layman's terms(or someone's terms, at least).

It's almost like asking what other environment would you put a polar bear in if it could survive being in any other environment. Like! IT'S A POLAR BEAR!! I DONT KNOW. HAVE YOU *SEEN* WHAT THOSE THINGS DO?? Very different story if you ask the polar bear lovers and polar bear cubs as opposed to if you ask the seal. For the sake of everyone keep him as a spy. Er- euhm- for the sake of most people that aren't at the other end of his assigned mission/job.

I just love exploring the bit of Finn that is a bit over looked and a bit... Michael Caine from Sleuth(FANTASTIC COMPARISON, KANE, I KNOW).

I don't have the words for it asides from comparisons.. clearly.. but he's a bit.. abnormal, more than most, more than I usually use that word to describe them.

[madaboutmunson]

The Drive-In Part 20

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Steve had tried everything.

Everything he could think of, everything Robin could think of, everything anyone that would engage him in conversation about winning someone over could think of.

His original plan with Theresa was more complex than he thought. Steve was a quick study, but not as fast as he had hoped. So that idea had to go on the back burner, but if Steve knew anything about dating, he knew he just had to get Eddie to think about him.

Once Steve realised his feelings, he could not be stopped, but thankfully he had Robin on hand to reign him in on occasion. To remind him that Eddie wasn't one of his sportsball games. To remind him that Eddie might not be where Steve is with things and needs more time. She even suggested that maybe Eddie didn't feel like that at all, but to Steve, that was impossible.

"Steve, are you one hundred per cent sure, he's into you? Maybe it was a dream, or-or your brain has embellished some details, or, you know, all those knocks to the head are finally coming home to roost?" She had asked as carefully as she could, as Steve was handwriting a note to attach to one of the dozen red roses he'd spray-painted black.

"Do you think I'd be risking everything in a maybe?! I wish I could just take my memories and throw them up on a screen for you. It's in his eyes, his smile, and the way we touched." Steve lets out a cartoon-princess-level sigh and looks out of the window.

"Well, maybe you're coming on too strong for Eddie? Maybe you're scaring him. At the very least, you're scaring me. Are you obsessed with him? Are you like his stalker now?" Robin asks, her tone and eyes getting more excited with each question.

"No, Robin, I'm not. It's just my original idea is the one. I know it. It ticks all the boxes. It's gonna sweep him right off his feet, but it's taking time. In said time, someone else could swoop in and intercept him, and I'm not gonna let that happen. Not again"

"Oh my god...this again?? That was a unique set of circumstances, Steve, otherworldly ones, and honestly, from the sounds of things, Nancy wasn't all that into you anyway. Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up with Jonathan. So if Eddie is into you as much as you think he is, he's not gonna just get with someone else."

"Hey! Why don't you let me handle what I know? I know this stuff, Robin. He asked me to stop calling I did. You told me to stop leaving dice on his steps because they were a hazard, so I did. Max told me to stop jogging to her house every day because her mom was beginning to ask questions about some of the clothes I might have forgotten there. So I did, even though it was a perfect view and enabled me to hide the custom-made guitar picks with our initials around his trailer. I saw him at least three times pick those up and put them in his pocket. He smiled at one I saw."

Steve knew deep down he was right on the money with this, but he also knew that his friends were only trying to help him. It was so frustrating that no one else could see what Steve had.

Yes, Eddie had bellowed at him down the phone, but after what happened, it was music to Steve's ears. The fact that Eddie was so mad, even though Steve wished that hadn't happened, meant that he cared.

Steve needed to learn Eddie better to narrow down what form of flirting worked on him best. So Steve had tried to show him he would jog across town just to see him. He had taken note of his interests. He would send him little messages and personalised gifts. He would swamp Eddie Munson with romance until Steve was penniless if he had to.

All he wanted was a chance. Was that so bad?

"Yes, but then what happened to the others?" Robin asks. Steve can tell she's trying to make him recall the whole sequence of events, not just his personally selected highlights.

"What after he heard me cheer?" Steve winces, knowing what is coming next.

"Yes, after he heard you cheer behind the trash cans, Steve," Robin says. Though her tone softens, she is still trying to be as straight-talking as possible.

"He pulled out a bag of them, started throwing them at me, and shouting. They were really sharp too. " Steve subconsciously rubs his arm, "He has great aim when he's mad. I can't believe he wasn't into sports." Steve says with genuine admiration and laughs to try and deflect the fastball of reality coming his way.

"Steve", Robin holds his upper arms and turns him towards her, so she can look into his eyes, "I understand you want to get his attention, but you're just making him mad. Maybe after this next idea, maybe you let him miss you a little bit?"

"Miss me? You mean forget me? No, no way!" Steve waves his hand in front of him and turns back to start writing another note card, "What rhymes with Slayer?" Steve asks, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable moment of realising Robin is right.

"You ever heard the phrase, Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Have you never sat on your bed dreamily thinking of someone because you haven't heard from them in a while? After this week, it would be impossible, without a large chunk of hypnotherapy, for Eddie to ever forget you. Ever, ok?"

Steve sighs and slumps in the nearest chair, "I just want another Saturday, but just the good bits, you know. I just want a chance. That's all I'm asking him for."

"Steve, I know you aren't a bad guy, but your behaviour is starting to go that way right now. So maybe respect his boundaries instead of ignoring them. Maybe don't demand he gives you a chance. Maybe if he had some time, that thought might pop into his own fluffy-headed brain. So after the roses, we give him a break. Maybe just send one. Quality, not quantity, you know?" Robin sits next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder to console him, but Steve knows something she doesn't.

Steve bites his lips together as their eyes meet, and Robin's eyes go wide with horror.

"What else is there, Steve?" Robin says seriously.

"Well...um...maybe there is a sing-a-gram, and erm, the um corroded coffin balloons, and that new D&D module."

"Steve..." Robin tries gently and gives him that look that finally sends it home that he is overdoing it.

"Fine. I'll cancel the sing-a-gram and the balloons even though I can't get a refund now. But I'm sending a rose with two notes and the module!" Steve says defiantly.

Steve begrudgingly tries to pick his two favourite notes to attach to the best rose of the bunch. Finally, a smile begins to emerge on his face. Maybe none of these little trivial gifts would work, but his big plan, he is absolutely one hundred per cent confident, is going to absolutely floor Eddie. 

Steve was going to make Eddie Munson completely speechless, and he could hardly wait.

[dwaekki-bee]

Okay it's time for me to talk about episode 4

This is probably gonna be all over the place but I just need to get my thoughts out

Okay so first of all tears. Family shit always gets to me, especially stuff with Dad's because of my own issues and I liked how that was kind of the segway to him becoming a Mafia member like I like that he got validly (that doesn't seem like a real word) upset because he didn't have a chance to say goodbye to his father.

I liked how when he was done telling Guy his story he was kinda like "now that I've told you the truth you can decide what you wanna do next" at least to me that's what it seemed like he was saying. I also love that Guy was only upset about the Mafia thing for a little bit but he was upset that he was lied to which is valid and I'm not mad at him for that.

Wahl was actually being kind of a good friend this episode. I mean he was I just hate him. He saw that Guy was upset and he tried to cheer him up... And then he tried to kiss him. Like first of all sir, you have a girlfriend at least that we know of right now and second of all, because I hate him I feel like he did that to instill hope into Guy because he knows that he likes him. That backfired on him tho because Guy ran away and said he had to get over his crush. Also we only saw Wahl call ONCE. Guy only mentioned Tew calling multiple times and like I don't know about you but if my friend went missing and wasn't answering my calls, I would be freaking the fuck out but you do you. Also him punching Tew like you were the one who told Guy that Tew was in the Mafia, why would you punch him? Make it make sense.

Boss flirting with Tul when they get to the back of the shabu restaurant killed me. Like babes this is not the time. Also idk if it's just me but there's something I don't like about the way his face moves when he speaks. Like I love him don't get me wrong but there's just something about it that I don't like.

I'm not too sure why Guy said he was quitting the game. I mean like I know bby was upset but I'm just not 100% on why he quit.

Tew not killing Kenji worries me, like I love that that happened because I kind of love Kenji and how bat shit crazy he is, but Tew has already lied to his boss about the reason he opened the shabu restaurant and when his boss inevitably finds out he lied I'm scared for what's gonna happen.

Also him saying he's gonna quit the business 😭 like I don't think that's gonna end well sir. How does he even plan to do that.

And finally the conversation they had on the beach. I actually didn't hate it because I do think that Guy needed someone to tell him how he felt about Tew or else it would've taken him a lot longer to get there and I feel like it makes sense to me for the way Guy is. No I can not explain why it's just how I feel 🤷🏻‍♀️

And the kiss hello?? I love how Tew finally hugged Guy and just the kiss in general, I was silently freaking out I can't lie. I'm curious how Wahl is gonna react like I know he's gonna react negatively but is he going to criticize Guy again? Also is Guy gonna change his major because at the beginning of the show Guy said that he followed Wahl to a major he doesn't even like so it'd be great to see that. And one more thing I do think that eventually Guy will forgive Wahl even though I don't think he should, I still think he will because Wahl is a decent friend when he tries so I feel like if Wahl realizes that he's fucking up and if he cares then I'm okay with him being forgiven but if not if they forgive him I'll cry 😭

Look at me having growth on my feelings about Wahl 😂 I feel like I'm missing something but I'll most definitely be posting more about this later