#went for something closer to the game model

[tsukinoshinjiu]

I gave him my entire life's savings

#my art #artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #legend of zelda #zelda #albw ravio #ravio #albw #a link between worlds #went for something closer to the game model #so he looks really young and cute #but that's okay #i love him still

[uluvjay]

Santa red-J. Hughes

Jack Hughes x fem! Reader

Jack gifts you an early Christmas gift and asks you to model it for him

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(a no no), teasing, pet names, dirty talk, grinding, cursing, kissing, porn with a small plot, this was supposed to be out before Christmas so I apologize😭, sorry for any errors!

Day 10 of my ficmas celebration!

The ride home from the prudential center was quiet, not a word spoken even as Jack pulled into his parking spot and exited the car.

You could see he was still tense from the game, you could hear Lindy screaming at them from the hallway where you and Jim waited for the boys to come out.

The tips of his ears were still red with anger, and you knew him well enough to know he was still pissed about being sent to the box and the added loss had fueled his anger further.

Once you entered the shared apartment he took off towards your bedroom while you went into the kitchen, You were taking a drink of water when you heard his stiff voice call out for you.

“Everything okay?” You questioned as you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

Jack was sitting on the bed, shoes and coat off but his game day suit still hugged his body deliciously. Beside him was a Christmas bag, tissue paper coming from the top.

“Can you put this on?” He asked, extending the bag out towards you.

“What is it?” You questioned, taking the bag from his outstretched hand.

“Was supposed to be a Christmas gift, but I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was low, not longer only filled with anger and embarrassment but something more.

“Okay.” You shrugged, setting it down on the dresser beside you as you went to strip off your devils crewneck, however a large hand on your arm stopped you.

“C-can you put it on in the bathroom? Wanna watch you walk out in it.” He blushed.

“Of course.” You smiled, picking the bag back up you made your way into the large bathroom connected to your bedroom.

Opening the bag you found a box, one that belonged to Jacks favorite lingerie store. You had bought a set for his birthday one year and since then he had been in love with the place.

Opening the box you were met with a deep red set, a tad bit darker than traditional Christmas red. Running a finger over the lace you took in how delicate it was.

You would never understand why he spent so much money on sets just for him to always end up ripping some part of it during the night.

Stripping off your clothes you slid the set onto your body, admiring yourself in mirror. Your eyes caught how well the color complimented your skin tone and the way the cups of the bra pushed your boobs up perfectly.

“Once again, you have magnificent taste.” You laughed as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Jacks head whipped in your direction as he heard your voice, a breath getting caught in his throat as his eyes locked on your body.

The set was perfect, the panties making your legs looks even more delicious, and your breasts-god your breasts, Jack wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to control himself.

“Oh fuck me.” He mumbled, running his hands over his face.

“I mean if you want me to.” You teased the man, making your way over to stand between his legs.

“You look breathtaking.” He spoke lowly, eyes taking in your body at a closer angle.

“Thank you.” You smiled, leaning down to give him a soft peck.

The boy whined as you tried to pull away, his large hands wrapping around your bare waist to keep you trapped between his spread legs.

“Give me a real kiss.” He whispered, lips just inches from yours.

“That was a real kiss” you giggled, but Jack didn’t find any amusement in your words and he quickly showed you that by tangling one of his hands in your hair and pulling your lips to his.

It was hot and breathtaking as his tongue traced against yours before it quickly won dominance, your lips moved feverishly in sync earning him a low moan from your throat.

His hand that still rested on your waist slipped down to the back of your thigh, lifting it lightly he signaled that he wanted you to sit on his lap.

You pulled your lips away from his to take your position overtop of him but the make out hastily resumed as you pulled the beanie off his head and tangled your fingers in his damp hair.

The dark locks were still damp from his post game shower but that didn’t stop you from tugging and pulling on the locks just the way he liked.

A smirk overtook your face at the hoarse cry that broke from his throat when you grounded your core over the tent in his pants.

“Baby.” He groaned, hands coming to still your moving hips.

“What do you need Jacky?.” You teased, lips trailing all around his throat.

“You. Need to fuck you.” He groaned, head tipping back instinctively allowing you more skin to roam.

He shivered as you smirked against his skin, heat growing in his stomach as you pulled away and looked down at him.

His eyes followed you as you moved yourself off of his lap and moved your hands up to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, however Jack was a bit to impatient and moved your hands to rip it open instead.

You giggled before trailing your hands down his toned abdomen to his belt, hands working quickly to undo the buckle and pull his pants and boxers down.

And while Jack expected you to climb back on his lap he was filled with confusion as you stepped back and moved to sit against the head board.

“You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck me.” You smirked down at him with eyes full of lust.

Jack could feel the heat spread from his lower stomach up to his spine as you trailed a hand down to slowly rub over your clit through your lacy panties.

Shaking out of his haze jack shot up and removed his remaining clothing before his body was hovering over yours.

His large hand wrapped around yours and moved it to the side with a soft ‘tsk’ as his own hand came to push the lace to the side.

A groan left his mouth at the sight of how wet you were for him, your cunt glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

A deep cry came from you as he ran his cock through your folds, his head pushing into your entrance with ease.

His hips thrusted forward as a fast pace, the anger that had once been building up in his body now being filtered into his thrusts.

“Jack!” You cried as he shifted one of your legs over his shoulders, his length now hitting the spongy spot deep inside you.

“So good for me baby, feel so fucking good.” He groaned hoarsely.

One of his hands came down to pull the cups of your bra down, hands coming down to palm your breasts, His thumbs tweaked and pulled at your nipples earning sweet cries of pleasure from you.

“Shi-Jacky, you’re so deep.” You whimpered as you felt his tip once again nudging that spot deep within you.

Jack admired the way your body reacted to his menstruations, how your hands clenched the sheets beside you and how your head was thrown back in nothing but pure pleasure.

He could feel you clenching him tightly, and by the way your moans had subsided to drawn out whimpers and mumbles he knew you were getting close.

“Gonna come for me baby?” He questioned as one of his hands came down to rub cricles over your clit.

“Mhm” you moaned with a drunken nod.

Jack smirked at the state of you, he loved nothing more than watching you completely fucked out for him.

“Come on baby, give it to me.” He encouraged, thumb moving at the same pace as his snapping hips as he chased a high of his own.

A loud cry broke through the room as your climax overtook you, the leg that was hooked over jacks shoulder shaking while your back arched and eyes clenched shut.

“So beautiful.” He praised as he placed light kisses to your lips, swallowing your whimpers of overstimulation.

“I know baby, I know. I’m almost there.” He groaned, forehead resting against yours as his thrusts began to get sloppy and deeper.

With a few more deep thrusts the air was filled with a deep groan as Jack came deep inside you, painting your warm walls white with his release.

His large body collapsed on top of yours as his head snuggled into your neck, lips leaving small kisses on the skin.

“Feel better?” You spoke quietly bringing a hand to run through his damp hair.

“Much. Thank you baby.” He smiled giving you a proper kiss before he slid out of you and went to grab a towel to clean you up.

A few minutes later you were both snuggled on the couch, the soft light of the Christmas tree filling the living room while you two let out soft giggles while watching elf.

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#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes smut #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes #jack x reader #nhl #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl smut #nhl blurb #jay’sficmas

[bellaveux]

more fuckgirl!wanda x reader , can we have wanda show her protective dom side

OFF LIMITS | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

content warnings: minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

word count: 3.28k

note. writing feels kinda all over the place am sorry,, i went both protective and possessive (they sometimes confuse me while writing loool) but i hope u enjoy it and ty for request!

Wanda was both a woman of contradictions and a force to be reckoned with. On one hand, she was a disciplined and hard-working leader, respected by her peers and admired for her dedication to the sorority. On the other, she was a party animal, a woman who loved nothing more than to let loose, have a good time, and charm women left and right. No doubt was she popular, with everyone from the freshmen to the seniors looking up to her as a role model. Her energy was infectious, and her spirit was unstoppable, as she flitted from one party to another, always with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

And her game was undoubtedly unmatched. With the tiniest twinkle in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips, Wanda could make even the most stoic person melt with desire. She was the object of desire for many who crossed her path, making her popularity with everyone on campus legendary, people drawn to her like a magnet. Enjoying the game of love, teasing and tempting those around her, she loved the attention, and always knew how to charm and seduce with ease. Her flirtatious nature was a part of her, an extension of her personality, and it was something that she enjoyed using to her advantage. It was a game that she played with finesse and skill, a dance of words and gestures that left those around her breathless and wanting more.

But while others voluntarily gave her attention, there was only one person she wanted, and that was you.

You and Wanda always had an undeniable attraction towards each other, a magnetic force that seemed to draw you together, no matter how hard you tried to resist. There was a tension between you two, a spark that ignited every time you were in the same room, eyes locking, and bodies leaning in closer. It was as if you shared a secret language, a hidden connection that only you and her could understand, and that seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. And yet, despite your chemistry, you were not together, and it seemed as if you would never be. Much to Wanda’s disappointment, you have always rejected her pursuits and advances. Unlike her, you valued the time you spend with another person, wanting more than to be a fling. You wanted love from someone who adored you, someone who made you feel special, and initially, you didn’t think Wanda could be that person.

Wanda stood at the edge of the crowded sorority party, drink in her hand, eyes fixed on you. The room was alive with music and chatter, but for Wanda, it all faded away into the background as she watched as you entered the room, greeting everyone who came up to you with such gracefulness. Wanda always knew you liked to look good, but God, why did you have to wear something as sexy as that? The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the skin on your back completely exposed for everyone to see. Wanda was entranced, her heart beating faster as she felt the pull of attraction towards you. She tried to look away, to focus on something else, maybe on the girls who were already talking to her, but no one could compete with you, the woman who had captured her attention completely, dependably each and every time. Wanda couldn't help but admire the way you moved in that dress, with a grace and poise that seemed effortless. And as your eyes met across the crowded room, Wanda felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body just right before you smirked and turned away from her, returning to your friends.

And so, she watched you all night, unable to focus on the rest of the people around her, who wanted her attention. She was too captivated by you, like she was under a spell, and couldn’t do anything else but stare.

Soon, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who saw you. Of course, she wasn’t. Everywhere you walked, between the sea of people, heads turned and eyes followed, as the other people in the party looked on in awe and admiration. Your beauty was almost surreal, a dream-like quality that made you seem like you were from another world entirely. You, like her, were popular in the way that everyone on campus wanted to be with, but no one could quite capture. And Wanda wanted to have the honor.

She watched as all sorts of people came up to you, asking to dance, for your number, and introducing themselves like they even had a chance. As the seconds passed, Wanda’s jealousy grew. You would throw that pretty smile of yours their way as you politely rejected them. Some of them would even become quite touchy with you, and Wanda hated being the one to watch on the sidelines. She wanted everyone to back off, tell everyone that you were hers, a territory no one shall trespass.

And when you allowed a bubbly freshman, dressed in an all black suit, named Kate, to stay a little longer than Wanda would’ve liked, touching you softly down your back as you spoke and drank from the cup she had gotten you, Wanda decided to take action.

“Don’t touch her,” Wanda said firmly as she stood closely behind you, watching the younger woman immediately pull her hand back off of you.

“Wanda,” you warned, glancing up at her, cautiously eyeing her with your sly eyes for her next move.

Kate watched the interaction carefully, seemingly finding it hard to butt in under the sudden tension that Wanda had brought along with her, “S-Sorry… Hi, I’m Kate.”

Wanda said nothing, and instead, she threw a tiny, bitter smile at her before turning back to you, her hand slowly creeping up your waist. You did little to stop her touch, and if anything, you found yourself leaning closer. It never surprised you how good Wanda was at being territorial and overprotective she was when it came to you, and under your facade, you found it attractive.

“Do you think I could steal you away for just a second?” Wanda whispered into your ear, but loud enough for Kate to catch.

You put your cup down against the counter of the bar and smiled artfully, shaking your head at her, “Uh, actually, Kate and I were having a conversation here, so I really don’t think you can.”

Wanda hummed in annoyance, taking a moment to glare at you as you turned back to the other woman. She felt a pang of jealousy in her chest, watching you and this Kate interact as if she wasn’t even there, and she wanted nothing more than to drag you away from her and all the lingering eyes that were currently still on you. At this point, her blood boiled at every little thing everyone did around you.

“Kate,” Wanda tried again, more firmly this time, as if steam was coming from her ears, face almost red with anger. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, no— of course,” she laughed awkwardly, backing up as slowly as if she had just angered a lion.

And so, Kate left, much to Wanda’s satisfaction, but it did much to fuel your irritation towards Wanda’s actions. And right when she left, another person came up, as if they were in line to talk to you, but instead, Wanda shot them a deathly glare, and they immediately backed off.

You sighed and turned towards the counter, rubbing your temples without even looking at her, “What is wrong with you?”

“I just did you a favor,” Wanda scoffed and folded her arms as you moved away from her. “She wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you, (y/n).”

“Why is sex the only thing on your mind, Wanda? I was just talking to her. Like a normal person,” you tell her, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, come on, you and I both know what she was doing,” she said. “She was all over you.”

She couldn't help but feel possessive over you, and the thought of anyone else touching you or even flirting with you was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

And finally, you turned to her and smirked, your chin in the palm of your hands as you looked up at her through your eyelashes, “Mm, and why is that so important to you?”

“You know why.”

You, in fact, did know why. After all the times Wanda has chased after you, trying desperately to get you to accept her advances, you never did, not wanting to be a part of her seemingly long list of women that she played with. No, initially, you decided you’d do the playing, teasing her without any further intentions afterwards, and it only made her want you more. But at this point, you longed for Wanda’s touch, despite how infuriating she can be at times. The undeniable attraction you had towards each other tied you together, and Wanda only wanted you all to herself.

You shook your head once more and stepped forward, bringing your hand up to flatten out her collar neatly, “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.”

Wanda said nothing to deny that and instead, she clenched her jaw while savoring your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers graze her neck softly.

She stood close, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her cool. But you were teasing her with the way you stepped forward, looking up at her with those pretty eyes in a way that made Wanda's frustration grow with each passing moment. It was maddening, the way you played with her, toying with her emotions. Wanda felt a surge of anger rising within her, a fire that threatened to consume her if she didn't do something about it. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep a cool head, but it was no use. Everything you did and said was like a knife, cutting deep into Wanda's heart and making her ache with desire.

Ultimately, unable to take it any longer, she grabbed your wrist and dragged away from the bar, away from every single person who eyed you, through the crowd and into the hallways where she pulled you into one of the many bathrooms in the whole building.

Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist, her front pressed up against your back, holding you close with her lips barely grazing the skin of your neck and her hands running down the sides of your dress. This damn dress. The way it clung to the curves of your body, the fabric draped in such a way that showcased your back, revealing just enough to keep her wanting more. The sight of your bare skin was tantalizing, and Wanda felt a flutter in her chest as she pressed up against you.

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at you,” Wanda confessed as you watched her slowly pepper soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder through the reflection of the mirror.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, reveling in the softness of her lips against your skin, “What are you going to do about it?”

And you felt it — a smirk against your shoulder, making you realize what you had suddenly gotten yourself into. Wanda squeezed your hips with her hands, proudly looking at you through the mirror as if she were savoring the moment she now had you all to herself, in her arms, in her hands.

“I’m gonna remind them that you’re off limits.”

Surprisingly, Wanda was being so gentle, kissing and sucking at your skin softly, marking you, littering plenty of hickeys down your neck and shoulder, and you watched her do it in the mirror. You watched when one of her hands would travel up from your waist to wrap her palm around the swell of your breasts, fondling them eagerly, making you hum a moan in satisfaction. Her other hand found its way down to your thighs, moving slowly under your dress. You couldn’t help but watch again, the sight in the mirror almost making your knees give out, as Wanda moved the hand that was on your breast down to the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric to pull it up your thighs.

Her fingers finally traced the hem of your panties as she watched your face carefully in the reflection. You looked so pretty like this, practically melting in her arms, lips parted with your eyes closed, as she played with you. After a second of admiring the way you looked, Wanda brought a hand up to grab your jaw, turning your head towards her, before leaning into you for a sloppy kiss, opening your mouth as she pressed a finger to your clothed clit. You moaned into her mouth, giving her perfect chance to slide her tongue into yours, immediately falling in love with the way you tasted. Oh, Wanda just couldn’t wait to have her way with you.

“You’re so wet for me already,” she whispered in your ear, fingers still playing over your clothed sex. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Wanda,” you breathed, eyes closed as you laid your head back against her shoulder.

“No, baby, open your eyes,” she smiled into your cheek as you followed her instructions. “I want you to watch when I fuck you.”

You didn’t know how your knees didn’t just give out the moment she said those words. Not wanting to disappoint, you made sure to keep your eyes open as best you could, watching how her hands moved underneath the fabric of your dress. When you finally feel her fingers slipping into your panties, Wanda moans against your shoulder, her eyes rolling back as she feels the wetness of your pussy. You were practically dripping.

Without wasting another second, Wanda pushed two fingers into you with ease. You moaned softly, immediately clenching around her as she curled her fingers into you, pressing against the sweet spot in your pussy, which she seemed to have no trouble finding.

“You can do better than that, baby,” Wanda whispered, fingers suddenly pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Mmh–W-Wanda,” you moaned out, holding on to her wrist as she fingered you. “Oh, fuck!”

Her second hand was brought into play shortly after, using it to rub your clit roughly, making you jolt against her, legs shaking, and your slick slowly traveling down your thighs. The sight of you writhing against her in the reflection was almost too hot for you to look at, always turning your head away, only for Wanda to grab your jaw and turn you back to face the mirror. You were tight around her fingers, and Wanda couldn’t help but groan at the fact, staring at you through the mirror as you came undone on her fingers.

You shook erratically as you came, unable to think about anything else but the orgasm she had just given you. That was until you felt her pushing in a third finger into your leaking hole without any warning. You tried to push against her, to ask her to give you a second, but something about the way her eyes looked in the mirror as she stared at you gave you a feeling that she would just keep doing whatever she pleased.

So, you let her, no matter how sensitive you were.

“That’s it, baby,” she groaned. “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Please, please—“ you whined, not sure if you were begging for more or begging her to stop.

The stretch of her three fingers was enough to make you chant her name like a prayer as she fucked you through your first orgasm. She was knuckles deep into your squelching pussy, curling them in a rhythmic pattern against your sweet spot, and it made you wonder how you were still standing. Her fingers piston in and out of you, bringing you to the edge for the second time tonight, making your bones feel like jelly. And finally, you arch your back against her, coming right on her fingers once again, screaming her name out without a care in the world, knowing everyone outside the door must’ve heard you.

But Wanda kept going. She continued to finger you, lost in thought after watching you come twice in the mirror, your cunt gushing so loudly, it’s embarrassing.

“Look how pretty you are, (y/n),” she cooed, using her other hand to grope your tits.

“I- I can’t, Wanda, p-please—“ you whined, gripping onto her tightly, unable to watch yourself through the mirror anymore. “T-Too much, please!”

“But you're so pretty when you beg. Why wouldn't I just keep going and going and... going?”

And so, she does. She fucks you until you can barely stand anymore, when your knees buckle, and she has to hold you up with one arm around your waist and even then, she still keeps going, and you’re sobbing at the overstimulation. You almost nearly fall and curl in on yourself, but Wanda made sure to keep you steady, bringing you to the edge another time, and another… and another.

By the end of it, you laid back against her, holding you up completely as your legs have given out. Your eyes were heavy, threatening to close as Wanda soothed out your dress with one hand, kissing you softly down your neck again, this time over the prettiest purple bruises that littered all over your skin. Her lips were warm, soft, and settling as she kissed you. She took in the sight of you with her eyes locked onto you through the mirror; you had your eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled and messy, and yet, you looked like the prettiest mess ever. Her pretty girl.

“You’re so perfect,” Wanda whispered lovingly into your ear, her breath ticking your skin. “I don’t like having to fight for your attention.”

The way she said that last sentence was kind of sad, in the way that it hurt her feelings, and you could only hum in response as you slowly but surely regained your composure, shifting slightly in Wanda’s arms. You always knew Wanda was the jealous type, maybe overly jealous, but you found it endearing how she endlessly chased after you, how she still wanted you after tonight.

“You really don’t even have to, Wanda,” you tell her softly, trying to stand upright, wobbling slightly as you did so, to turn and cup her face with your hands. “You know everything I do is so that you can keep your eyes on me.”

“It works every time.”

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, melting when she smiled into it, “That’s why I do it.”

Wanda took a moment to look at you after you pulled away from her lips. Your lipstick was smudged, spreading slightly down under your bottom lip sexily, making Wanda want nothing more than to kiss you again. And nothing was stopping her, so she did. She was happy, finally being able to have you like she had always wanted and knowing the fact that when you walk out of this bathroom, everyone will see all the marks and bruises Wanda left on you. Because of it, she felt a surge of satisfaction as she pulled you close, determined to show everyone outside just who you belonged to.

That way no one would even dare to try to take her woman again tonight, reminding them that you were hers, and hers alone.

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#bellaveux writes! #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel x reader #elizabeth olsen #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch #marvel #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #avengers #avengers x reader

[starshapedb0x]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and carlos sainz have had your eyes on each other for so long, but the more you think about the each other the more jealous you get for others who get to spend time with the other. Who will fall first in this little game you’re playing?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 18+ (minors dni and read at your own discretion.), jealousy, semi-public sex, party, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), poorly written smut (first timer guys), mirror sex, Rudy Pankow involved because I need a random celebrity

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2K+

𝐀/𝐍: very much inspired by “boyfriend” by ariana grande and social house music video. first time writing something like this, I might write more, requests always open.

There you stood in front of the big, dark wood door of the huge mansion where the party you’d been invited to was happening. Your stylist had picked a black sparkly short dress with stars on it, paired with under-the-knee high heel boots. Your ears and neck are adorned with silver jewellery, matching the bracelet around your wrist. The invite said to be there at around 21:00, but you are Y/N Y/L/N. You didn’t need to arrive a little late to make an impact on whoever was in there, but the team that worked with you knew how doing so reinforced that effect. And even if it was a private party, the paparazzi were going insane with your image spread on their cameras. Y/N, the epitome of beauty, the woman every magazine wanted on their covers, every designer on their runway, and every photographer in their studio.

You gave wide smiles to the paparazzi as you walked into the house. Other than the lack of light and the loud music all around, you noticed the main guests this party was for: all of the F1 grid. You were acquainted with them, but from the first meeting, you found them to be a nuisance to your job, to your image, and most importantly, to you, there were a few you tolerated but the way they messed with anyone that was involved in modeling threw you off. But.. him. Carlos Sainz, the one man you’d danced with on those warm summer nights in clubs, parties, or anywhere you were invited that enhanced your reputation. The black classic suit he was in, and to make it a little more informal, without the tie. The dress shirt unbuttoned the right amount, showing off just enough of the chest you’d rested your head on before. And under the lack of light, his eyes looked even shinier.

Throughout those months, Sainz and you had your eyes on each other. You only spoke to each other in person never through texting, but the amount of time both of you spent just looking at each other’s social media pages was too much to be safe for the average person. You saw every picture posted on his account, along with every one he was tagged in. But so did he. And every picture you took holding a man that wasn’t him a little closer than usual had him gritting his teeth and holding his phone a little tighter than usual. To be fair, you knew what you were doing without looking at it; you helped pick the photos for your social media, thinking about what reaction you’d get from the driver if he were to see them.

Of course, you greeted every one of them, talking loudly so you could be heard over the loud music. What a season! They deserve the break and whatever party is thrown for them, although you were sure they’d rather sleep. The other driver you actually got along with was Lando, so as soon as you went and said hello, the conversation went smoothly, catching up with the last few months. You couldn’t help but eye the Spaniard from the corner of your eye, sliding the tip of your fingers along the side of Lando’s arm as you laughed lightly at a joke he cracked. Carlos couldn’t just walk over and snatch you away from his friend and colleague, slapping his hand away even if it wasn’t touching you, so he decided to play your game.

Approaching another guest, she giggled as you watched the Spaniard move his lips, finishing with a grin playing on them. He eyed you almost directly, but somehow the woman in front of him didn’t notice. At this point, the conversation with Lando had faded out a bit, and he offered to go get you a drink, which, after turning back to him to stop looking at Carlos, you accepted. You stood there for a second. You weren’t going to let Sainz win the game you started. To your luck, Rudy Pankow walked right past you and, upon noticing, greeted you right away. Looking back at the Spaniard, who now had his hand placed very lightly, almost not touching the hips of the woman in front of him, as they both laughed, you hugged the blonde actor tightly and longer than usual. You held his arms, asking him how he was doing and how everyone was. He replied to you, but everything you could focus on was the Brunette man giving you a quick look, your eyes meeting for just a millisecond as the woman hugged him tightly while telling him something he genuinely didn’t care about at the moment.

"Rudy, that’s so nice." You said this as he told you all about what he was filming at the moment. He lowered his head slightly to hear what you needed to say, and reaching your mouth to his ear, you continued. "I really need to go touch up; I won’t take long, promise."

With that, you walked to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to find it, but to your surprise, the bathroom was huge. There was a long counter with a sink and a vase with flowers placed on the other end, two round mirrors along that wall, and not one person was in there. Right after you left his field of vision, the one and only Carlos Sainz rushingly left the embrace of the woman, whose name he didn’t even remember, and without saying goodbye, basically ran after you.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, carefully running your fingers through your hair to fix it up, a silhouette showed up behind you. And without even looking carefully, you knew exactly who it was. "Carlos Sainz. You looked like you were having fun over there."

"Cállate, Princesa." (Shut up, Princess.) He says it in a more joking way than anything else. He makes his way over to you, shutting and locking the door behind him swiftly. You turned to him, and the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The Spaniard’s hand flew to your hips, roughly gripping them. You threw your arms around his neck, letting your hands run along his dark hair. Both of your lips crashed into each other abruptly. Both of you lost the game. You lowered your hands to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders under the black blazer he was wearing. It was far too hot in here for him to be wearing that. You slid your hands down just slightly, and Carlos placed his arms back, letting the blazer fall off, landing on the cold floor. His hands fell right back on you, and they roamed along your back. Every touch of his fingers against your skin made you press up against him, closing every air gap between you. He lowered his hand to the back of your thighs, picking you up and setting you down on that counter. As he set you down, you grabbed his shirt’s collar and pulled him towards you. It all felt so desperate and somewhat rushed. Both of you felt hot and in a trance; you both pulled away from each other. Carlos looked at you with those brown eyes of his, and you held your breath at the sight in front of you, his mouth slightly open, panting quietly, his once neat hair now messy. But you weren’t the only one in awe. Carlos looked at your face, lips red and swollen from the previous kissing, cheeks visibly warmer than before, and eyes carefully watching his every move. Nothing else mattered right now; the music was significantly lowered in volume in here, and all you could hear were your company’s panting along with yours. The Spaniard didn’t take long to place both of your lips back together, and you roughly roamed your hands on each other, moving almost savagely on the counter—CRASH! Only you looked at the fallen, now broken, vase on the floor. "Wait, Carlos—"

"It doesn’t matter, cariño." He said, his hands reaching the zipper on the back of your dress, sliding it down and placing his hands under it, sliding one of the straps down to reveal more of your neck, then sliding the other one down to reveal your breasts, your nipples hardening at the contact with the cold air. He trailed kisses down your jawline and neck, reaching them. He worked carefully on both of your nipples, giving them equal attention. His hands rested on both sides of your waist. You rested your head back on the mirror behind you and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, breathing shakily. His hand moved to the side of your thighs, sliding to the inner side of them, and not long after, right under your dress, lightly touching your clothed clit with his fingers. At which point you gasped, feeling almost dizzy. He rubbed it on top of your black lace panties just the right way—enough to keep you shaking from pleasure in his hands but not nearly enough to make you cum. "Carlos.."

"Dime, niña bonita." (Tell me, pretty girl.) He whispered lowly in your ear.

"Please, please make me cum." You desperately told him he slid your panties down your legs, you whining at the loss of contact in between your legs, and threw them near his blazer, and in a second he got on his knees in front of you, leaning his head against the inner side of your thigh. Your hands still rested on his soft hair as he pulled you towards him, sliding you on the counter. He pulled your dress up and guided his finger on your folds, hovering over your clit before pressing down. His finger slid slickly inside you, earning a choked moan out of your mouth. His tongue started working on your clit, and at the contact, you abruptly gripped his hair and practically screamed. As he got quicker, Carlos added two more fingers, and you could do nothing but let him, at this point only seeing stars. His pants were getting tighter as your moans became louder and your legs shook under the influence of his actions. Your legs instinctively closed around him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a string of moans, calling out his name. The Spaniard pried your legs open and got up. "I don’t remember saying you could cum, cariño. Fucking the obedience back into you doesn’t sound like a bad idea."

You panted, fucked out, and were sensitive from the orgasm you’d just had. Carlos didn’t seem to care as he slid you down from the counter and turned you around to face the mirror. You could see him with his hands lowered in the mirror, but what confirmed he was unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants were the noises, the clinging of the metal part of the belt and the unzipping of the dress pants. After doing so, he looked up at you, placing his hand near your mouth and resting his fingers on your lips. You took them in your mouth, sucking gently on them and coating them with the saliva built up from simply looking at the male behind you. Carlos stroked himself a bit, sighing, before pressing his cock against your pussy. "Fuck. Carlos, just do it." You moaned out, lowering your head with both hands to your sides and supporting yourself on the marble counter of the bathroom. He stopped himself.

"What do you want me to do, Princesa?" You shivered under his touch, one of his hands going up to your breasts, flicking the hardened skin of your nipple between his fingers, the other under your chin, almost wrapping around your throat from the front. He made you look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. I bet none of those guys have ever left you like this, have they? I know you posted all those pictures just for me. You get off at the thought of me getting jealous over you, huh? Princesa?" 

You looked at yourself in the mirror; the mess you were in under his touch was unmatched. Fucked out and breathless, still waiting and begging for more, your hair falling on both of your shoulders, your skin glistening with sweat and desire, He was right; no one to ever touch you had touched you like he did; you were ruined for other men after today. "I need you right now, please, Carlos, please." You begged, looking at him through the mirror.

"Only because you asked nicely, niña bonita." He slid his cock into your pussy slowly, groaning.

"You had to put it all in, you fucking asshole." You said that, struggling to keep your legs still so you wouldn’t fall.

"Perdóname, but I’m not halfway in." (Forgive me.) He cooed, leaning against you and tightening the grip on your throat to hold your head up still. Your knees gave out slightly, and you tried to keep your strength on your arms. The unstoppable noises slipping out of your lips could only encourage Carlos more, as he finally thrust in everything he could, earning sharp panting for you underneath him. He started thrusting into you at a slow pace, although it didn’t take him long to speed up, and it didn’t take long for you to feel that pit in your stomach again. Finally, it hit you—that sweet spot you liked so much. Your whole body trembled as Carlos hit it, and noticing it, he angled his thrusts towards that same spot. It was being used and abused, and you couldn’t hold out like this much longer. You were practically screaming; no one outside could hear you both with the loud music and chatting of everyone, but even if they did, at this point you couldn’t care less. "Y/N, Y/N.." Carlos chanted, his thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing getting heavier, and his moans getting louder.

"Please let me,.. ugh.., please let me cum, Carlos." The way his name slid off your tongue drove him wild. "Cum for me, Princesa." He almost begged in your ears; you felt yourself tense up, and from there you were lost, crying out his name, gripping on anything you could around you, and your legs shaking from the wave of pleasure that shot through you.

As you rode out your high, you felt Carlos halt and pull out, spilling his seed onto your thighs, holding you against him, and pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach on your skin.

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Carlos was sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out, his blazer on the floor next to him. You sat on top of him, head leaning against the counter; you were dressed now, and you innocently giggled at whatever he was saying. He had his fingers running along your cheek, and you had your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. Your lips inches away from his.

"Estás tan hermosa—"

An unlocking noise was heard, and Lando walked in. Both of you halted and leaned back away from each other’s touch. Lando looked at the both of you, still you sat on Carlos’ legs, furrowing his eyebrows and visibly gritting his teeth. He looked at the broken vase on the floor and at the way you were now adjusting the strap of your dress while Carlos buttoned his shirt back up. And before any of you could speak, he just backed away.

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[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup 9

Summery: Christmas has come and gone, but for y/n it couldn’t have gone fast enough. Y/N is going through some stuff, but so is Jason. That’s okay, they have each other.

Warning: angst, fluff, y/n is going through some stuff. So is Jason.

A/n: being left out from your siblings isn’t fun, 0/10 wouldn’t recommend. I know there are multiple versions of what happened to Jason, but I took this one from Batman: under the red hood. Even then, I there’s a chance I forgot or twisted a little.

And as always, feedback is always welcome!

Taglist: @teapartydreams

ao3 | Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Christmas

Opening your hotel room door, you dropped your bags once you stepped in, and stood there as the door closed behind you. Your Christmas was just as you expected it to be, and you aren’t surprised how it ended.

Rubbing your face with your hands a bit too hard, you wanted to sleep but you doubted you could.

Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. You repeated in your mind as you forced yourself to move.

Not that you wanted to do any of that, but needs must and all.

After grabbing your pj’s, you made your way to the bathroom and stared at the tub for a few minutes before making the decision of taking a bath instead.

While the tub was being filled, you brushed your teeth and other duties before stepping into the bath. You sank down, and let your mind wonder

Your morning had been fine, fun even. After breakfast, you all went to the living room to exchange presents. Since it was secret Santa, you had to guess who had who. It was fun, laughing at Ellie for thinking you had her when your brother did.

Afterwards, you played some card games before helping your mom with lunch. Everything was fine, it was fine. Until you walked past your sister's room and nasal something that wasn’t there before.

“When’d you get this?” you asked, stepping into the room to take a closer look at it. It was a model car, you weren’t sure what model though.

“Huh? Oh, Dad gave it to me,” Ellie answered, going back to her video game. “Everyone got one.”

“I didn’t,” you said, rubbing your nose.

“Thought you did.”

“Nope,” you said, turning around to find mom.

You shouldn’t have looked for her. Shouldn’t have asked why everyone got a present from dad.

Should have left well enough alone, but no you needed answers. And you got them, and a broken heart too.

Emerging from the water, you gasped for breath, taking in lungfuls of air. “Why does he have to be such an asshole sometimes?” you whispered to yourself. Not having an answer, you finished up your bath and crawled into bed.

Lying in bed, you curled onto your side and let the tears you’ve been holding all day go.

You were almost asleep when your phone made a sound. Scrubbing your face and reaching blindly for your phone. You let out a strangled noise when you read the name.

Why does he have such impeccable timing when it comes to your moods? Sometimes you wonder if he spies on you. But the thought is ridiculous and you shoo it away.

Jason (8:30pm)

Merry Christmas

Y/N

Merry Christmas

How was your day?

Jason

It wasn’t bad

There was a fight over which movie to watch

Popcorn was thrown

It was brutal

I think pillows were used too

Y/N

Sounds better then my day

The phone fell from your hands when it started ringing. Honestly you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Rubbing your eyes, you reached out and answered before it could go to voicemail. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he answered. There was silence for a minute before he started talking about his day.

“Honestly, you should have seen Dick’s face. He claims to be so graceful, but tripping over the couch, he never looked so offended. Like he thought the couch was just after him and no one else.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the day ease from your chest as Jason continued to talk. And you knew what he was doing, distracting you from your day, and asking about once you feel better.

And the jerk, it’s working. So it was only a matter of time before you spilled the beans. And, to your surprise, you were okay with it.

“What’d he do? Fight the couch?” you asked once you stopped laughing.

“Wanted too, but Bruce shut that down,” Jason answered. “Not sure how you would even fight a couch though. It probably would look stupid.”

“I’m sure if anyone could figure it out, it’d be your brothers.”

“You’re probably right. Dick has hung from the chandelier a few times.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t know and I’m not going to ask him for you,” Jason warned, though you could hear his smile.

“Booo.”

Silence fell when the conversation tampered off. “Do you want to talk about it?” Jason asked softly. You sighed and rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling blankly. “Is it your dad?” he probed when you didn’t answer.

“Yeah. It was fine. Today was fine, everything was fine. But then I don’t know,” you said, covering your eyes with a hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “Why does he have to be such an asshole?”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing, at least I don’t think so. I don’t know… I discovered that he bought presents for my siblings. When I asked my mom about it, she said that he had said that she wanted them to have something to remember him by in case this was the last Christmas we would all have together.”

“But you didn’t get one,” Jason said, filling in what you didn’t say.

“Like was I such a horrible child growing up? Did I do something to him to make him hate me?” you asked, voice cracking as tears pooled in your eyes. “Is there something wrong with me?” you said, voice small.

“No,” Jason replied without thinking about it. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Whatever it is your dad is going through, or whatever it is, you are not to blame. You once told me that you and your dad don’t get along because you’re too similar. Maybe he sees himself in you and that’s why he is the way he is. But it’s not your fault.”

You were crying now and couldn’t stop the tears. You rolled over and hugged the pillow tightly. “It doesn’t hurt any less.”

“I know,” Jason whispered. “Life isn’t fair but we do what we can and be thankful for the people in our lives. And love them for who they are.”

“Speaking from experience?” you asked, sniffing.

“Yeah. Someone I know said that Bruce was trying, that I should let him. And I’m trying it’s slow going, but at least it’s going.”

“Sounds nice,” you mumbled sleepily. You had stopped crying, and wiped your eyes.

“It is,” he said. And he switched the topic, causing a small smile to creep on your face. You listened as he talked, and found that you liked his voice. And how lucky you were to have found him.

You fell asleep as Jason talked about everything and nothing.

Some hours later, you awoke to a knock. Startled slightly, you look around confusedly before remembering you were in a hotel room and not your apartment.

The knocking continued, and you turned towards the door, eyes narrowing as if you could see through the door.

For a second you thought about going back to sleep, but you didn’t want the front desk calling you about the unnecessary noise at three am.

Sighing, you rolled off the bed and dragged your feet towards the door and opened it. You stared dumbly at Jason as he stood there giving you a small smile.

“Why are you here?” you asked before your brain could find its filter.

“You sounded sad,” he said, taking a step forward. “And no one should be alone when they’re sad. And it’s Christmas, I thought you could use the company.”

You’re not sure if he’s standing in front of you or the emotional stress of the day or if it’s everything that started the tears. But you know you're not surprised that you do start crying.

You barely see the alarm look on his face before he has his arms wrapped around you in a hug, and you're clinging onto him like a lifeline.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he whispered, genty moving the two of you into the room. The door falls shut behind him, and he’s gently rocking you, arms tightening around you. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

After a while, when your tears have stopped, you take a deep shuddering breath. “Feeling better?” Jason asked, rubbing your back. You shrugged, and buried your face further into his jacket.

“I need to stop crying on you,” you muttered, feeling him laugh though you smiled.

“I don’t mind,” he said, hugging you tightly. “Nice to know that you feel safe enough to let yourself cry when you're with me.”

“I always feel safe when I’m with you,” you said without hesitation. “Did you drive all the way here?” you asked after a minute.

“Can neither confirm nor deny that,” he answered. You moved back slightly to look at him. He gave you a smile and turned you around to push you into the bathroom. “Go wash up, and let’s go to bed. We can talk once you feel a little better.”

You hummed ready to argue, but you shook your head and did what he suggested. After washing your face, you took a minute to yourself, finding that you did feel better after crying.

Taking a deep breath, you left the bathroom to find Jason sitting on the bed, changed in pjs. “Seriously, did you just ditch your family just to comfort me?”

“Like I said,” he started, reaching over to grab you by the hips and pulled you towards him. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his head, running a hand through his hair. Jason wrapped your waist and closed his eyes at the feeling of nails lightly scratching his head. “I’ll always ditch my family for you. Doesn’t matter where you are, you can count on me being there.”

“Saying things like that might get you a kiss,” you teased. Jason hummed, and tipped himself backwards onto the bed, bringing you with.

“Yeah, but I’m okay with waiting. Besides I’m tired, I don't think I have the energy to kiss you. Because if I do, I don’t think I’ll stop.”

“Fair enough,” you mumbled, moving around until you were laying on his chest with his arms around you. A comfortable silence feels between you as you let the sound of Jason’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

“I’m glad you're here,” you mumbled just before falling into a deep sleep.

“Me too,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head before falling asleep.

You’re jarred awake a few hours later, though it only feels like a few minutes. You blink slowly, trying to figure out what has woken you up.

Eyes roaming around the room, you tried to find out what woke you up. When nothing jumped out, you closed your eyes and snuggled into the blanket. But that’s when you heard it. A pained groan came from behind you.

Sitting up, you turned to see Jason tangled up in the blanket, face twisted in pain. You reached out to wake him, but froze at the idea. You weren’t sure what would happen if you woke him up, if it was a good idea or not.

But Jason was in pain and that was worse than any night terror. Besides, what’s the worst he could do? Elbow you? Not really worried about the outcome, you reached out and shook him awake. “Jason?”

Evidently, being on your back with his hands snaked around your throat was not what you expected. To say you were surprised would be an understatement.

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're kneeling on the bed shaking Jason awake, the next, he tackled you onto the bed, win your airways restricted.

"Jason," you choked out, but he was not responding. And you can see it in his eyes that he was in a different place than here. You wondered where, but right now you can't question it. "Jason, please. It's me," you managed to get out only for his grip to tighten.

You're starting to panic slightly, afraid this might have lasting damage if you don't do something. Trying not to let the panic over take your thoughts you wiggle out one of your legs that's pinged underneath Jason’s legs.

"S...sorry," you choked out before kneeing him in the balls. Not hard enough so hurt, but enough that his grip on you loosened. With that, you plant your foot on his chest and push him off you. Shoving him until he’s off of the bed.

You roll away and onto to floor gasping for breath, only turning around when Jason calls your name

"I.. I don't know what happened,” Jason said, staring at you in disbelief. He took a step towards you and you couldn't help but flinch at the movement. Hurt crossed his features before he sealed that away. And your heart lurched at that. Like you were the one who had hurt him. And maybe you had.

"Right. Um, I need a minute alone," he said and all but ran out of the room.

At a loss of what to do, you just sit there on the floor, rubbing at your sone neck.

Half an hour into his sulking, he hears the door to the roof access open. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s you, so he tracks your movement by listening to your feet crunching on the fresh snow.

He’s a little annoyed that you found him so fast, but pushes the feeling away. You had given him time for him to be alone. But not too much that he knows if he had, he’ll spiral into self deprecation.

His shoulders tense when you stand behind him, and relax when you drape his jacket onto his shoulders. You don’t touch him, and he can’t tell if he’s relieved by that or longing for you to. Maybe both, but he won’t voice it.

He watches from the corner of his eye as you turn to lean against the ledge of the roof he’s sitting on. You're not standing too close and facing the other way, a thoughtful expression on your face. Like you’re trying to solve world peace.

He spots the scarf around your neck, and something twinges inside of him. He knows what’s underneath because he’s the one who put those bruises there.

He shifts his eyes towards the horizon, and shuffles a little closer to you, you don’t mention it. For a few minutes, silence surrounds both of you, while Jason tries to figure out a way to say he’s sorry.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked, breaking the silence first. Jason shrugged and he could see you studying him from the corner of your eye. He keeps his face neutral, or tries too at least. He’s tired and he’s done hiding.

“Kind of,” he answered, “but I don’t know…”

“How? Like the words are there but they get stuck?” you finished for him when he trailed off.

“Yeah.”

Silence falls, and the only things Jason can hear are the early morning commuters and your breathing as you take a deep breath.

“Then tell the moon,” you say after a while. Jason turned to look at you with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“You want me to tell the moon?” he asked, and you could only shrug. “It’s nearing sunrise, Y/N.”

“Exactly,” you said, turning to look at him with a small smile. “Tell the moon as it’s going down. That way it can carry your secrets away.”

“Why?”

Jason watches as your cheek colour, and you turn to look away. “I had a friend once, and we told each other everything. Sometimes, when it got too much for either of us and we didn’t want to know what the other was thinking. So we would turn off the lights and tell our secrets in the dark. There was no judgment from either of us, no arguments. Just the space between us and our secrets.”

Silence settles again, as he mulls over your words. After a time, he nods. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s give it a shot,” he said with a smile, which you return. Before he could start, you sat down and shuffled a little so you were sitting behind Jason.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you ignored the cold snow seeping into your clothes, you leaned your head back onto his backside and waited.

You felt his laugh more than heard it, and your heart warmed at the sound. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He didn’t talk right away, and you didn’t push. Knowing that this was probably something heavy and needed to find the right words. So you watched the sky in front of you. Watched it change colours, and marveled at how something you see everyday can be this breathtaking.

You're in the middle of studying the colours of the sky when Jason finally talks.

“When I was fifteen, I was in an accident,” he starts with, but the way he said accident made you think it was anything but. But you don’t press, not now, not when he’s finally opening up. “The building I was in blew up with me in it. No one made it in time to save me, and I was…stuck I guess. So I couldn’t have left either.”

You sucked in a breath as you imagined a fifteen year old Jason, scared and alone. Fire surrounded him, as he lay motionless in the middle of it. It was not a pleasing picture, and you closed your eyes to fight it off.

Jason leaned back putting a little weight onto your head, and it brought a little comfort. Knowing that he was here and alive.

“I’m not sure about the details after but…I’m pretty sure I died.”

“Then how?” you whispered before you could stop the words passing through your lips.

“Have you ever heard of the Lazarus pit?” You shook your head and could feel the shaky breath that went through Jason. “Basically it brings people back from the dead. The leader of League of Assassins uses it to heal his wounds and stays practically immortal. They had gotten a hold of my body and brought me back.”

“But not without consequences,” you mumbled when the silence got too loud.

“Yeah. When I woke up, I had this need to spill blood. Didn’t matter who it was, good or bad, I just wanted to hurt them. Kill them even. So I stayed there and they helped me control it. But there are days where it gets bad that I’m too afraid to leave the apartment.”

“How long were you there?”

“A few years. Five at the most I think,” he answered, “I came back when I realized that Bruce thought I was still dead. I didn’t take it well, neither did he.”

“I take it that’s why you have such a strained relationship with him?” you guessed. Jason hummed but didn’t elaborate and you didn’t push.

Silence blanketed the two of you as he left you alone to process everything. But there was something more to the story, something that would tie all this up. The reason why everything that had happened, happened. But you didn’t push, sensing that he wasn’t ready to say. So you promised to wait until he was.

“I won’t ever hurt you,” Jason voiced, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I promise, I’ll never hurt you again,” he vowed and you unconsciously brought a hand to your neck and tried not to wince.

“What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. I am so sorry for hurting you. But I promise I won’t hurt you ever again.” You could hear the unasked question in his promise.

Do you still trust me?

“I know.”

Yes, you answered, without a doubt.

And as if to prove it, you shifted over and heaved yourself onto the ledge beside him. You wrapped an arm around his, and rested your head on his shoulder. After a moment, he rested his head on yours. A silent comfort for the two of you.

And the two of you sat there in the cold, as one watched the moon sink, and the other watched the sun rise. And a heavy secret that sat between the two of you.

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[hexxalite-hecate]

I used the Flycam mod to go to the Black City.

Ever since I first played Origins 13 years ago, I've been curious about how the devs represented the Black City in the game. There are a few main masses, and they generally look equidistant from most areas of the Fade. But I noticed a long time ago that when Sloth sends you to your personal nightmare in the fake Weisshaupt in Broken Circle, one of the Black City islands looks way, WAY bigger. I just happened to be playing that section today, and I'd been using the new Flycam mod to take some screenshots. It occurred to me: why not see the throne of the Maker, and find out if it is empty? 

I was interested in this mass of 6 islands, which appears from different angles in different sections of Sloth's realm.

It takes a LONG time to get here, even with flycam. About 5 minutes realtime. but it's worth it. It was so cool but I was also unexpectedly and HUGELY creeped out. The half-rendered textures feel like something out of a weird nightmare, the lighting is strange, and some sections are completely hidden in mist until they loom over you. And the creepy Fade music was playing over the top of everything.

Getting closer to the left spur. Some shapes are visible that look like structures.

Getting closer, the structures become clearer. This one looks kind of industrial and factory-like:

The highest island has these long strings coming down from it, almost like a deep sea squid.

A spire-like structure on the highest island:

The main mass is GIGANTIC, so big I couldn't get it in one screenshot. It's like a huge capsized ship, like the titanic. Or like a massive eldritch sea creature mid-dive with its tail flipping up. Somwhere between organic and mechanic. It's honestly SO CREEPY. Also I have megalophobia and this thing was setting it off BIG TIME.

From the top, looking down. Images don't do justice to how enormous it is. The blob on the left is Weisshaupt.

This thing is so big that the perspective got really confusing and it was sending the camera HAYWIRE. It kept shaking and pinging around. This is looking vertically down:

Looking back up the “tail” of the main mass to the highest island:

Next I was interested in this guy way off to the left, who looked like he had some cool structures. We shall call him: genie lamp!

The structures here are far more uniform and city-like. They reminded me of cathedrals and cloisters. Honestly the atmosphere here was neat. The models are obviously low-poly but the fog kind of obscures that, the lighting is almost pretty (although sometimes it hit weird and creeped me out again). I love my lil dark academia genie lamp. This is like if Hogwarts went to hell (which, granted, it kind of has considering everything going on right now).

Anyway I guess I have the Blight now. Corypheus and me can be buddies.

Flycam mod here!

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #the fade #the black city #meta #my screenshots #my shit #dragon age mods #flycam mod #flycam

[ofallthingsnasty]

Thinking about... Kaiser and Oliver manipulating you

Tags: both are 20+, gn reader, foreigner!reader for kaiser, toxic relationships, yandere themes but not quite the classic tropes, this is ugly but sfw, emotional manipulation, minors please dni Word count: 1.4k

Note: Requests are open ah- I am dying to talk nasty bllk with people haha.

I feel like both Oliver and Kaiser are highly emotionally manipulative, each in their own way.

We know that Oliver is good at putting on a calm and collected face to get what he wants - yet his true intentions always bleed through, bit by bit. Just like he got Sae to shelve Shidou, his true intentions may not be lost on you, but he still manages to get under your skin with dangerous precision.

He knows just how insecure you are about his dating history; he can tell by the way you pull a face when he's going to fancy parties on his own, how you always preen at his compliments, how you ask him in that little voice of yours “Does this look okay?” at every outfit you wear,  how you're constantly looking for validation, for love. You can be so weak, so needy and he’s aware that it's because of how he used to be. It makes you malleable, keeps you with him - playing into that little insecurity of yours is so easy he could do it in his sleep. You want to prove yourself to him and play right into his little games, unknowingly.

He’ll sit you on his lap during parties and chat about his past flames and how he played them, fully aware that you are all ears. You might act like you’re trying to stab the lemon slice in your long drink, seemingly lost in your own thoughts - but you are listening intently. His teammates will try to involve you in the conversation, too, laughing along, asking how you tamed him after his wild youth, how you got him to settle down. And you’ll have to actually pay attention to them or you’ll be branded as the rude one, the no-fun one, the nag. Remember that fling or this one? Remember how it all went down, how you got busted dating those two models at once?  You always sit there, laughing nervously while trying not to count the mounting notches on his belt. His friends keep fanning the flames, so oblivious to your discomfort. You’ll inch closer to his chest, grip your glass so hard it might just burst any time, take constant peeks at your phone - anything to distract yourself a little while their excited chatter washes over you. 

Hell, even the media will never let you forget just how much of a playboy he used to be; every time you open your social media accounts, every time you see some tabloids at the grocery store, it’s right in front of you, an ex here, a nasty comment there  - you try to ignore those headlines, the hate- but still, it sticks. And how suspicious it is, then, that you always see him with his phone tilted away from you either after a fight or when you don't quite act the way he wants you to, that he seems strangely distant after you tell him you're not in the mood for sex, how he’s out without you so often. Soon enough, everything turns into pleasing him, like some sort of competition between you and an imaginary other. You almost become paranoid, constantly eyeing him, always wondering if he's truly just laughing at something silly on his phone or at some flirty text someone sent him, if he’s hiding something from you. With time, your jealousy turns ugly - but also makes you easy to manipulate, even if you get snippy. Just one look, one smile is all he needs to keep you in line, one squeeze of your shoulder is enough to make you shut up, too occupied with the thought of him leaving you for someone else.

I can see him actively going for a darling who is insecure, who is not confident in themselves from the start. Someone who isn’t necessarily conventionally attractive or someone who has made their fair share of bad experiences in the past. Someone who easily falls into those old traps again, unknowingly, and lets him take the reins.

Kaiser takes it a little further. It's only natural that you move in with him quite early in your relationship, relocate to Germany, because that's where he works, no? He wants you close and you don’t object. Maybe you're blinded by your whirlwind romance with the handsome pro or maybe you're just easy to impress - but you willingly leave behind friends and family to be with him. Of course, he has expectations- high ones, at that. You have to be perfect for him, the ideal partner- and a big part of that is getting rid of the language barrier. He needs you to sit pretty during talk shows and interviews, to answer questions with your chic little accent and a sweet smile, he wants to truly parade you around. But no matter how much you pour yourself into your studies, it’s never quite enough.You’re taking a class? You’re trying your hardest with immersion, taking every opportunity to use your skills and hone them? Dedicating so much of your free time to learning the language that you feel like you have a second shift ahead of you when you come home? It’s all not enough. 

A language isn't learned overnight, he knows as much, but his incessant badgering is something to keep you busy with, something to distract you from the way your old friends call less and less. He never stops with his needling, uses every chance he gets to put you down, to make you insecure: of your grammar, your accent, the way it still takes you a couple seconds to process someone talking to you. You’ll never be as skilled as him, a native speaker, and he lets you know as much. And his own lessons! He acts like it's some grand thing you should be grateful for when he sits you down at night to grill you on your progress, never once uttering a single word in English. Makes you repeat phrases until you get the pronunciation right, mocks you when you get the case wrong or use formal instead of informal for him. He'll flick your cheek lightly and with a strained smile on his face once you drift off, tired and no longer receptive after the long day you’ve had. “Zuhören. Du sollst mir zuhören.”, “Du hörst mir nicht zu. Nochmal.”, any iteration of those dreaded sentences is enough to trigger a queasy feeling in your stomach once you hear them. It’ll get to the point where he demands you only speak in German when you’re with him - and the little laughs at your mistakes, the corrections full of condescension will increase tenfold, as will that infuriating feeling of being disrespected, of being seen as lesser. You feel like a child, almost.

Taking you out of your familiar environment, throwing you into a foreign country with no one else but him to rely on - and him being a national superstar, known by everyone, appearing in the news daily - is a dangerous cocktail of dependence and power. Who can you really talk to except for a few sparse texts here and there to your friends when he’s being so overbearing again, constantly criticizing you and reminding you of his status, when he nags and nags and nags you for the most minuscule things. You could go back home, sure. But it’s not like you don’t love him, like there is nothing of worth in this relationship. The warm, fuzzy feeling you get from knowing you are the partner of Michael Kaiser, a breakout soccer star, that he has chosen you and no one else, the comfortable life that comes with this relationship - it’s easy to forgive him for his harshness, for his cold behavior. After all, he has a public image to uphold - that has to be immensely stressful for him, next to his work. No wonder he gets a little short with you sometimes. And with all the luxury that comes with being with him, what is a little bitterness here and there? It’s absolutely nothing, right? Even with his emphasis on the language - he’s just trying to make sure you learn it right, that you progress quickly. So you let yourself be pushed around by him, start to doubt your own feelings and try to appeal to him more and more, try to prove to him that you are capable and not stupid. He might not go for an insecure darling from the very start - but you can be sure that your self-esteem will take a huge hit once he has you in his palm. 

#blue lock x reader #yandere blue lock #michael kaiser x reader #oliver aiku x reader #yandere oliver aiku #yandere michael kaiser

[whomstress]

Ragatha's Bunnydoll

Paring: Ragatha x Jax

Rating: T

Hello! Long time no fic! This isn't one of my favorites but I've had it for a long time and wanted to finish it I hope you like it!

Jax has never been more angry with an outcome. Caine's adventure ended with a surprise punishment for the loser. Jax, unlike Zooble, who decided to opt out completely, played the game more than halfheartedly. He is much more interested in messing people up than actually winning himself. It was all going pretty great, especially when he was able to bowl Gangle’s comedy mask down the hall until he lost. He went to his room, not caring about whatever Caine was up to, and decided to try and take a nap. It's been days since he slept, so it might work this time. It usually doesn't, but he soon felt sleep fall upon him faster than it had in a long time. This felt like a trap, but he shrugged it off. Whatever it is, how bad could it be?

But, of course, nothing could ever be easy here, could it? He woke up on the main stage, unable to move. Of course he would. Why did he think anything else about this damn tent? He laughed inwardly; at least he could cuss all he wanted in his mind. He tried to call out, annoyed as hell, to someone to get him out of here, but that was impossible too. His mind was intact, but he couldn’t explain how he felt other than stiff as a rock while stuffed with cotton. Then Bubble appeared in front of him, and he was huge. Twice the size of his body. Jax finally felt himself jump at the shock, but he quickly went back to no movement.

“He’s soooo cute like this! I could just eat him!” Bubble said, menacingly opening his mouth to show his sharp set of teeth that were inching closer to Jax. 

Jax barely had time to react when Caine popped Bubble and appeared in front of him. "Well, that’s enough of that! Sorry Jax! I think Bubble is going through another teething phase!”

Jax tried to roll his eyes and say something sarcastic, but found once again that he was stuck. ‘What the fuck is going on!’ he thought. A menacing aura came from him, but even if Caine noticed, he didn't acknowledge it.

Caine came much too close to his face, and Jax wanted nothing more than to finally knock a tooth in. “Well JAX! I’m sure you're wondering, in appropriate language, What is going on?”

Jax just stayed silent, but even Caine could feel sarcasm dripping from the doll. "Yesterday, you told Ragatha the only thing worse than being stuck here was being stuck here as a living doll. So as punishment for today's game, I thought I’d show you how fun it could be! HAHAHAHAHA”

“But unfortunately, it is not in my code to make you new character models. That would require me to transfer your mind, and that is the only thing I cannot control here. However, I can change your form! So what do you think?”

A comically large mirror is placed in front of him, and Jax finally sees exactly why he can’t move or speak. He’s been turned into a small doll version of himself. His body and clothes were felt, and his expression was painted on sly. No wonder he felt like he was stuffed with cotton; he was. Oh, ho, ho, when he got out of this, there was going to be hell to pay.

Before Jax could start planning a premeditated murder, Caine jumped in. “Great! I knew you’d love it! How about you stay this hmmmmmmmmmm... forever?” Jax stayed silent in horror, but Caine jumped in a second later and said, “You’re right, that's a terrible idea! How will you go on more adventures!? HAHAHAHA Dinner time, it is! Have fun!”

Jax looked at himself a little longer in shock before mentally slapping himself out of it. 'Alright, you dumb bunny. Suck it up. Sulkings for losers. I moved earlier, which means I can move. I’m getting the hell out of here before anyone finds me. If Zooble gets a hold of me, I’m pretty sure they’ll set me on fire for that prank I pulled today.’ He laughs to himself, remembering their face as their pieces are scattered across the floor.

After about 15 minutes of trial and error, he realized he could move, but only in jerky movements. So he could swipe his arm or jump a bit, but it’d quickly go back in position, and he'd stop moving completely for another minute or two. He managed to get himself off the table, of course, landing face first, but the nice thing about this body was that it was so plush that he’s pretty sure he could be thrown at a wall and it’d only hurt for a second. 'Huh, it makes sense why Ragatha gets way more upset at centipedes than throwing stuff at her.’

A light bulb went off in his head, and if he could groan, he would. ‘Ragatha. This was her fault!’ If she hadn’t annoyed him, he never would have said what he said and gotten into this mess! Yeah, he's been picking on her more lately, but that’s just because she's the funniest to mess with. He’d found out a new way to fluster her by getting very close in her space. There was something addicting about the way her face flushed red and she’d yell his name. It was nice to see her like that.

You know in a funny way.

But it had really gotten to her, and she’d said something mean back, hitting below the belt. So he told her he might have it bad, but nothing could be worse than being stuck here in hell as a damn doll.

He stopped jumping even when he finally could again, remembering her face when he said it. Her eyes held genuine hurt, and her face pulled into a frown. She looked like she was going to cry. He hated it. She was just supposed to fluster again and yell his name. But when she did say his name, it was sad, and he realized that was not what he wanted. He felt an apology he’d never cared to give anyone else on the tip of his tongue before Zooble called his attention, and he retreated again. It wasn’t his fault; she's a crybaby, and he wouldn’t say sorry. Look what it got him into.

Ragatha’s eyes flashed again in his head, and something in his heart squeezed. If he could growl, he would. ‘Stop! It’s over now. We’ve been over this before. She’s not special. If I don’t apologize to Gangle, I won’t apologize to her! It’s not like she’d care anyway. She doesn't even like you.’

“Oooooh! What’s this?” 

Speak of the devil. Just his damn luck.

He feels himself being lifted by similar felt hands as if he’s nothing and he’s face, well, practically whole body, to face with the woman that was just invading his thoughts. Of course, it’d be Ragatha who found him. Doesn’t God hate him enough already? ‘It’s fine. It’s fine. As long as she doesn’t call you c-”

“CUUUUTEEE!” She squeals in such a high pitch that it makes him twinge just the tiniest bit, but she doesn't seem to notice after already examining him more thoroughly. He knew she loved dolls, but he didn’t think she’d say that about a doll of him. She pokes and prods him, admiring his stitching and design. “Oh my God, aren’t you the cutest little doll? I haven’t seen such a well-made doll in ages! I wonder if Caine is making some for us.”

Ragatha takes a little bit of lint off his cheek and smiles sweetly at him. “There you go, sweetheart, all better!” 

Jax can’t talk, but he’s still stunned and silent. He didn’t know she could smile that way. At least not to him. How does he get her to do it again? When did she get so pretty? He ponders that for a single second before he yanks himself back to reality. ‘Snap out of it! She’s only smiling because she thinks you're a toy, not because it’s you.`

“If only real Jax could look as cute as you!” He inwardly rolled his eyes again, but then she said something that made him freeze. "Alright, sweetheart, now that we’ve seen your high-quality craftsmanship, it's time to do the ultimate test for a plushie! How huggable are you?”

Oh no, no, no, NO. He hasn’t had a hug in ages. He’s not losing his streak now! He is NOT- Ragatha pulled him into a soft embrace, squishing her plush cheek against his, and moved a hand to hold his head like he was a real person she was supporting. The hug was so strange. It was firm but so delicate, like a hug you’d give to a loved one after not seeing them for a long time. Like he wasn’t just a doll. Like she wanted his touch. Like she liked him. Like she meant it.

It was nice. He guessed. It's super annoying how long she does it, but also nice. In that plushies are made for hugging kind of way, obviously. She pulls back, and he hates how he misses the warmth of her on his cheek. He almost didn’t want her to let go, but when she pulls back with a dopey smile for him, he really doesn’t find himself minding.

Her face suddenly sank. “If only the real you would let me in.

What? What does that mean? Real me? To his surprise, she keeps talking to him.

"God, the real you drives me insane! You know that?”

He inwardly chuckles, 'Yeah, that’s the plan, sweetheart.’

She slides down the wall to sit with him, hugging him to her, and he realizes he’s going to be here for a while. At least this wasn’t the worst position to be stuck in. ‘Why doesn’t she tell her friends about this?’ Well, actually, he understood more than he liked to admit. He never liked people knowing he was upset either. He understood a lot about her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. And he hated it.

She’s the only one who would ask him if he was okay. Ever. They weren’t even really friends, enemies at worst; if anything was off with him, she was the first to notice. The only one to notice. She’d find him in private or even in the middle of his pranks on her and look at him with that dumb doe eye and ask if he was ‘okay’. Of course he wasn’t okay! He was stuck in digital hell, not even knowing his real name. Nobody liked him here, but he could care less because there was no one he liked either.

“Why does he do this?” Ragatha snaps him out of his thoughts and starts talking again. “I swear we’ve been here for years together, but it’s all the same. As soon as we get closer, he pushes me away. And I know that dumb bunny trusts me! Otherwise, he’d never come to me.” 

Once again, he flinched at her, but once again, she didn’t seem to notice, lost in her own thoughts. Why was she talking about this out loud? What if some other idiot heard her?

“Why does he stay all night? Come into my room just to stare at the wall? So silent, not wanting a single touch, and yet when I go to move even an inch away, he stares straight into my soul? I know what he’s thinking; he has to know I know.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t-”

Leave me

The words fill his head, and his mind goes back to those moments. He’d stare at her until she moved back close enough for him to relax. It had to be less than once a year when he’d come to her, and it didn’t start until he'd been stuck there for a year. It was the closet he felt to anyone here—the only time he’d let himself be vulnerable. And he hated it.

“Why won’t he let me in?” She sighs once again, hugging the plushie closer. “He has to know how I feel about him.”

Oh, he knew exactly how she felt about him and how everyone felt about him. She was right; he’d push her away after that. He usually avoided her like the plague for at least a week in his sort of 'thanks', but then even he noticed his bullying of her would increase. He didn’t know why, but he needed her attention. He hated that she saw through him, but if she didn’t look at him at all, he didn’t think he could stand it. His thoughts are spiraling down when she interrupts again.

“AND WHY DOES HE FLIRT IF HE’S JUST GOING TO BE A JERK?”

‘...What?’

“I swear he gets in my face, blows in my ear, and looks at me like he wants to eat me! Even if it is kind of hot.” Wait no. He wasn’t flirting. He’d just been bullying her more. She must’ve finally lost her mind. And yet, despite the initial surprise at the sudden change of subject, he feels his ego bloat not only at her last comment but at the way she’s so flustered at the thought.

She suddenly yanks him up, so he’s back to being face-to-face with her. “Seriously, if you're going to kiss me, just do it already, you idiot!” 

He watches amusingly as she stares at his face, and hers blows up in a blush, cartoonish steam coming from her. But she doesn't put the plush down in embarrassment like he thinks she will. She bites her lip and looks around three times, like she’s making sure no one can see her. 'What is she doing now?’ He thinks.

“This is so dumb! If actual Jax sees or hears this, he’ll never let me forget it.” His ears perk at this, suddenly very interested in what she has planned. Blackmail is always great.

She blows out a warm breath that he can feel touching his face. “Screw it. It’s just pretending anyway.” He watches intensely as she closes her eyes and begins moving in. He can’t believe his eyes. No way. Is she really?

She’s much too quickly an inch away when he thinks, 'God, she’s beautiful.” 

Her lips touch his painted-on mouth only for a moment before a large cloud of smoke poofs him back to his real body with their lips still connected. Ragatha pulls back in surprise, yelping his name, “JAX! What are you? How are you?”

But he doesn’t let her finish instantly connecting their lips again. Still in disbelief, she tries to pull back to get an explanation, but he brings her lips back to his more eagerly each time she whispers his name against his lips. He moves her like a ragdoll, ha, onto his lap, and she melts in his grip. She’s not sure how or why this is happening, but she can’t bring herself to stop.

It’s soft and rough at the same time. Like trying to make up for lost time. Hot breath and soft lips clash and move together in a delicious touch. He whispers her name as he brings her impossibly closer to him, and she feels a shiver crawl along her skin. Goosebumps. She didn’t even think she could have them, but if she didn’t feel them now, she knew she never would.

Jax reveled in her little squeaks, tender gasps, and the music that was his name on her lips. Like a punch in the face, everything made sense now. How he felt. What she meant to him. What he meant to her. She liked him, and he loved her.

They finally pull apart from each other, gasping for air. They stayed like that for a moment before he started to burst out laughing. She wanted to laugh along, but that was definitely his laughing at her, not with her laugh. Ragatha looks suspiciously at him and says, “What?”

“I can’t believe you poured your heart out then kissed a doll of me!” Her face glows as red as her hair, and she goes to pull away in annoyance, but he pulls her back with a smirk. “If you wanted me that bad doll face, you shoulda just asked.”

“You’re such a jerk,” Ragatha pouted, but she could see the humor in it. She complained about him not explaining his feelings for at least 10 minutes to a plush, only to do the same thing.

“Yeah, but I’m your jerk now, baby.” She looks back at him, and he’s once again looking at her with hunger in his eyes, making her gulp and her blush rise again.

“You look like you want to eat me.” She says in a shaky voice.

"Hmmmm, that cause I do,” He pulls her closer, and she gasps, ”Good thing you like it.”

Her eyes hood, and she moves in, but he pulls back, leaving her disappointed. “Say it first, say you like it.” His mouth stretches like a Cheshire grin as she squirms underneath his stare.

She looks him in the eye and reaches a hand up to cup his cheek and rub a thumb along his skin. She smiles warmly at him as she sees his eyes widen in shock. “I really like you.”

He searches her eyes, looking for lies, but he can’t find them. That’s not what he asked for, but he can’t find himself upset when she’s finally looking at him like that. He hates that he finally feels his own blush rise, and he presses his lips hard together before crashing back into her lips. “Prove it."

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #ragatha #tadc ragatha #jax #tadc jax #jax x ragatha #ragatha x jax #bunnydoll #mia writes

[greazyfloz]

Need something angsty! Maybe blanks or eddy cheats? Thank uuuuu🧡

Angst: 20. “Are you cheating on me?” & 27. “I don’t think I can forgive you” w/ Ethan Edwards

Bad Liar

It was just another regular day: wake up, gym, school, than hanging out with my best friend Faith while Ethan is at hockey practice. Faith and I went to a random Starbucks in Ann Arbour and did some studying until I noticed Ethan’s practice was ending soon.

We packed up our stuff and I drove Faith back to our apartment before making my way to Ethan’s. As I drove to my boyfriends house, my phone buzzed. At the night red light I looked at the notification and saw that it was from Instagram. Thinking the notification was just another like on the picture I posted of Ethan and I this morning I didn’t even read what it said before turning my phone back over and putting it on the seat.

Once I pulled into the driveway, I pulled out my phone to read some texts I missed on the ride over when I realized the Instagram notification was actually a dm. I unlocked my phone and clicked on the message from the Blonde haired, blue eyed, verified Instagram account.

@ heyyitskaela : hey girl!

@ heyyitskaela : I just wanted to start by saying how sorry I am! Last weekend I slept with your boyfriend. He told me he was single, but my friend sent me your recent post so I know that isn’t the case.

I was in shock. I starred at my phone reading the message over and over. Of course I didn’t want to believe it because Ethan was in the road last weekend and he just wouldn’t have time and he hasn’t been acting weird this week, but a part of me believes her.

I brush the tear that escaped my eye as I went through this girl’s instagram pictures. She is an Instagram model, she is so pretty she gets paid for it. I was insecure, hurt and embarrassed. Ethan doesn’t follow her but has liked some of her pictures.

I continued to sit in the driveway in my car as I now stare at the front door. I’m contemplating what I’m going to do or say. So many emotions and thoughts run through my body.

The courage finally took over when Ethan open the front door to his house. I put my head down and acted like I was looking for something on the passenger side as I rubbed the tears away. Ethan stood barefoot on his front porch as I got out of my car. I kept my head looking anywhere but to him as I made my way over.

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks as I got a little closer, I didn’t have to be looking at him to feel his smile disappear.

“Hmm” I say followed by a sniffle finally looking at him

“You’re crying. What happened?” He says bringing me in for a hug. I let him hug me but don’t hug him back as the tears finally stopped threatening to fall from my eyes and I now just feel the numbness take over. I don’t know why I believe this random girl but I do.

“I’m sick” I lied, wanting to just go on as normal but cautiously until there is proof. I pushed back from him and looked away.

“Nauseous?”

“Something like that” I reply

“Well let’s get you to bed” he says putting his arm around me placing his hand in the small of my back as we walk inside.

“Hey y/n” Mark smiles from across the room as I entered the house. His smile fades when he sees the redness around my face, “you guys o-“ Mark begins to ask cautiously but Ethan is quick to reply before he could even finish

“We are good” he says quickly, “she’s sick”

“I have to pee” I say to Ethan as a step away from him then making my way to the bathroom. I pulled my phone out and messaged the Kaela girl back to try and get more information

@ yourusername : when did this happen? where?

@ heyyitskaela : last weekend in Madison after the game.

@ heyyitskaela : his team was staying at the same hotel as I was and my friends and I started talking to them. They snuck us into their rooms and he asked me to go back to my room

@ heyyitskaela : I don’t want to pin him as the bad guy but he was the one that came up to our group because he said he followed me on Instagram… He unfollowed me the next morning though

@ yourusername : do you have any proof at all?

@ heyyitskaela : just my word

@ heyyitskaela : I’d say ask some of his teammates but they would probably cover for him… but they know

Surprisingly I able able to contain myself and not allow the tears to fall from my eyes. I sigh reading the messages thinking I should have texted her in the car before coming in. But the quick interaction between Mark and Ethan had me eager to know.

I left the bathroom and into the kitchen to see Mark cooking supper. I make my way in and sit at one of the barstools. The screech on the floor from the stool makes Mark turn to face me.

“Hey, you alright?” He asks

“Yeah, I actually have to ask you something” I say. The look of worry takes over Mark’s face and I just know, “Did-“ I start to ask but stop when Marks eyes wonder to meet someone else’s. I turn to see Ethan leaning on the archway.

“Can we talk?” I say asking Ethan since I wouldn’t be able to ask Mark without him being there. I didn’t even wait for his answer, I just got up off the barstool and made my way up the stairs and into his room. He followed close behind shutting the door behind him as he entered the room. He just looks at me waiting for me to start the conversation.

“I’m going to ask you something, but you have to tell me the truth. Don’t spare my feelings, just tell me the truth” I begin and he nods taking a step towards me, “are you cheating on me?”

“No” he simply says. I blink hard and fast a few times, “I’m not cheating on you” he continues and my tears form in my eyes again. This time anger starts to take over.

“Let me rephrase that, did you cheat on me?” I ask trying hard to compress my emotions.

“Oh course not!” Ethan says moving in close to wrap me into a hug but with one arm I place my hand on his chest to hold him back while I step back from him. “What is wrong Y/n?” He asks looking insulted, the tears begin to flow from my eyes immediately staining my cheeks.

“You’re a fucking liar” I say followed by a sniffle. I watch as Ethan takes a seat on his bed. I continue to just watch his behaviour. He sits there with his head in his hands then he runs his hand through his hair. He looks at the wall beside him, as I hear a sniffle escape his nose before I speak up again, “she told me Ethan” I say.

He finally stands from the bed and stands in front of me. He’s eyes red from the tears. Before speaking he rubs his eyes the says, “I’m so sorry”. “Please-“ he continues but I interrupt him by impulsively slapping him across the face. He clutched his cheek as he looks at the ground.

“Where you going to tell me? Or where you going to try and do it next time you go away? Or have you been doing it every time you go away?” I ramble on through my tears. Ethan finally looks up at me and tries to grab my hand but I pull it away.

“I love you Y/n. I don’t know what I was thinking”

“You told her you were single. So it couldn’t have been an accident. Cheating is one thing but telling someone your single to be able to cheat is another thing”

“I know but please just hear me out”

“I can’t Ethan, because I’ll want to forgive you” I say as tears continue to stream from my face, “I don’t think I can forgive you”

I move past him and walk towards his bedroom door but he grabs my hand, “I never meant to hurt you” he tells me but I pull my hand away.

I continue walking out the door but turn to look at him one last time to tell him, “and yet you did, then try to lie about it. Good thing you’re a bad liar or our whole relationship going forward would be a lie”.

With that I turn back towards the door and make my way out of the house without saying another word.

#ethan edwards #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #hockey imagines #hockey writing #hockey x reader #ethan edwards blurb #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards x reader

[hiemaldesirae]

do you have some fluffy headcanons about husk and vox bonding? 🥺

just for you, heres some fun little dad!husk morsels

husk and rosie were originally friends before rosie nd alastor became friends, and they were walking together in cannibal town on the day that vox fell. when they noticed the newly fallen sinner, husk decided to take him in originally as a means of promotion for his casino (not that he didnt already have techheads, but a full crt television? not many of those were walking around hell)

vox was kind of distrustful of husk at first, but one day, he malfunctioned while on the job and when he woke up, he found himself inside one of the casino's private rooms with a blanket draped over him and a glass of water on the table next to the couch. to vox, who had seen the kind of shit that other overlords do to their workers when they stop being useful, this was something that made him start to trust husk more

though a lot of people thought otherwise, husk never actually contracted vox for his soul. it had been a passing curiosity at first, he had only meant to pick up the naive sinner for fun and would have passed him off to someone else once he stopped being entertaining- but somewhere along the way, husk started to see the kid as something more than a mere form of entertainment

they used to bond at the bar after closing, where husk would teach vox how to play card games and bartend and such. to this very day the only person who can beat vox in card games is husk

husk gifted vox most of his early wardrobe. after husk lost his overlord status and vox rose to his own, he still wore all the clothes that husk gave him

against popular opinion, voxs suit isnt actually supposed to resemble alastor's- he actually referenced it from husk's overlord suit. whenever someone remarks on him looking like alastor (assuming they havent made up yet) he fries them and tells the press that actually, its modelled after a *far* better and more powerful overlord than the radio demon

after they meet again vox gifts husk several electronic devices where they can talk through

he sends husk a bunch of indecipherable memes and stupid quotes that the other vees say

husk has them saved and sometimes bursts out laughing in the middle of nowhere when he thinks about voxs memes

vox used to create a lot of inventions and floor plans for husks casino. not all of them went through the initial planning stages but husk put up all his drafts on the walls (like in the way a parent would put up their kids silly little scribbles up on the fridge)

vox and husk are very competitive when it comes to table games. the hazbin gang once had a game night where they played monopoly and husk and vox ended up yelling so loud at each other vox short circuited half of pentagram citys electricity and husk ended up dive bombing his kid (they had to explain to the others that it was just playfighting before angel and alastor started joining in on the attack)

husk has a secret sweet tooth. this is the reason why vox knows how to bake but not how to cook

back when vox was newly fallen he used to have nightmares. when husk and him got closer, husk used to cradle the other to sleep in his wings

vox used to call husk vati (affectionate nickname for father in german) and husk used to call him kotyonok (<- phonetic spelling of kitten in russian)

they do still do it sometimes but its less now bc everyone around them makes it awkward

also sometimes husk used to take vox flying when he got too "pent up" over work and such

nowadays, vox takes husk through data streams sometimes when al's being too hard on the bartender

also, just for fun because transfem!vox lives in my head:

husk is the first one she tells, assuming they both kept in contact even after he lost overlord status

his first reaction is to take her downtown for a shopping spree (she pays for everything and doesnt let him touch a single cent but she's just glad to go on a trip with him)

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #dad!husk #hazbin husk #husk hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #transfem vox

[iwashie]

𝘞𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘔𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒?| BLLK

ft. Marc Snuffy

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: you’re a young model who had a bit of Marc and couldn’t get over him. Even if he doesn’t want you, you only have eyes for him.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2.5k + warnings- f!reader, 18+ characters, age gap (reader 15 years younger), implied relationship, falling in love, angst/hurt no comfort, pining reader, sad ending, mentions of alcohol, sex, and sick feelings, crying, breaking hearts, pet names(sweetie). Takes place after Blue Lock is over.

— ☆ A/N: A shout out to all the older men who would make me feel like the only woman in the world and break my heart in the nicest way. posted on AO3

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It wasn’t uncommon for you to be present in that kind of environment, at that kind of party. Modeling gives you unique experiences, like being at fancy parties among famous people. Mainly, at football player parties.

These parties brought matters to your career, but also brought you closer to high society. Closer to him.

The parties in Italy had a significant chance of having Marc Snuffy. The man you couldn’t get out of your mind even though it has been a time you two had a thing.

You’ve been a model for a while now and you’ve been traveling the world, showing up in the right places at the right time, like when you two first met. The Italian football association party welcomed you with open arms. So did Marc Snuffy.

He noticed you were standing apart from the rest with a simple half-empty glass in your hand, moving closer and closer to the balcony of the place. He arrived quietly, asking a few questions about the party, work and the beginning of your career, telling you a little about himself, and when you realized, no one else interested you but him. The way he made you laugh and feel comfortable with him had a leash on you. At the end of the party, he dropped you off at the hotel you were staying at. 

A good feeling warming you inside.

From that party on, every time you went to Italy and there was a game of his team, you tried to be at the stadium or at the celebration parties. And when you two met again, at a fundraiser in Italy, you got even closer.

After the party, he took you to his favorite place, finishing telling you about him and asking more about you, full attention on you, as if you were the only thing he knew.

That day, after half a bottle of wine, you two laughed nonstop, bodies touching from time to time and you didn’t even remember what you were laughing about. You propped your feet up on his car seat–he knew the high heel was hurting and asked you to take it off and make yourself comfortable–resting your head on the arm resting on your knee.

You saw beautiful people left and right, always surrounded by beautiful, rich faces. And there was something about Marc that drew you in like a magnet. Not that you were classifying him as ugly because he had his differences. You thought he was very handsome and attractive, actually. 

Maybe it was the aquiline nose, the eyes that seemed to hypnotize you, the mouth or the voice and laugh. Maybe it was all of him, from the wavy light hair to the ever-noticing slim waist and thick thighs. You couldn’t say exactly what it was.

The longer you stared at him, lost in thought, the more you wanted to be close to him, the more you wanted him. He noticed you were quiet, eyes locked on you, the two staring at each other in silence. The hot air inside the car seemed to weigh and slowly you leaned close to him, your knees touching his thigh.

“Are you sure?” He asked, eyes flickering between your eyes and mouth, one hand on your leg.

You brushed back a wavy lock, hand lingering on his face, leaning closer and closer to him, eyes dropping to his wine-red mouth.

You swallowed hard, feeling the air catch in your lungs. His mouth looked so inviting that you couldn’t help but kiss him.

In a matter of seconds, you were on his lap, kissing him fast, your hands tightening on the collar of his shirt and your knees locked around his waist. You shuddered when you felt his hands pulling you onto his lap, his bulge on your ass and you rolled by instinct, making him moan between the kisses. 

You continued the make-out session, rubbing your bodies together, looking for some relief, his hands strong on your legs, laying you down on the steering wheel. 

In the heated kisses, you lost your balance, hitting your hand on the horn, making both of you jump, startled by the noise. You both laughed after recovering, he pulled you up onto his lap again, stroking your back through the thin fabric of your blouse.

“Do you want to continue this somewhere else?” He didn’t look away from you. You agreed, more and more mesmerized by those blown, dark eyes.

“Please.” He smiled and gave you a peck before you got off his lap.

That night, you felt like you were in paradise. The attention he gave you, the firm, warm hands massaging and squeezing your body, his mouth sucking and nibbling on you, and whispering praise in your ear. You felt comfort with him, having to cling to his body, legs trembling as you sat on his thick thighs. 

You saw stars when done and the aftercare took you by surprise; used to a few terrible kisses and hugs, but he really took care of you, going above and beyond washing and drying your hair. You slept so well in his arms that night.

Those secret dates were repeated a few more times and each time you found yourself more attracted to him, wishing you had more of the dates and more of him until it wasn’t a secret anymore.

He was so rare, no other comparison. He was the type you wanted to take to your parents, then take to Paris for a romantic dinner, make him merry, plan a wedding and put a ring on when he was ready, and that’s scary.

You could even see the big house somewhere in Italy, the yacht vacations and parties with his friends and yours, him coming home and you waiting with open arms or vice versa. You could even see the kids if he wanted to.

But somewhere between trips and games, you drifted apart, unable to clarify the future, much less what you were. You expected something from him that never came and the first year you ignored it, meeting other people but always ending up alone in the hotel room because none of them were Marc Snuffy.

During those years apart, you didn’t care about others, praying you had jobs and parties in Italy so you could see him, and when you did, he stayed away from you.

You couldn’t understand what happened to you two. Marc wasn’t the type of man who would get laid and dump you without an explanation, you knew that, and Lorenzo confirmed it, too. Lorenzo was the best friendship that the encounters with Marc could bring. He always told you about the things Marc did, but he also advised you to move on.

But what was the point of living without the man you were madly in love with? It didn’t do any good to have money, fame, people fighting for your attention, if you only wanted the football player fifteen years older and that damn house in Italy.

It’s been three years you couldn’t get over Marc Snuffy and for three years you’ve been trying everything to get the man back. That party was just a blur to you as the girl next to you, chattering away for hours, not caring if you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes fixed on Marc in the corner, talking to everyone else.

Your head was full of him, hurting from the lack of attention on you. You wore your best dress, showing a little of your breasts and thighs, expensive jewelry adorning your body, and even so, he only directed his gaze to you when a man approached you, but soon went back to ignoring you.

You didn’t understand why. He wasn’t like other men, much less had a woman in his midst- Lorenzo said he didn’t and that he didn’t know what happened between you either.

So why didn’t he call you and talk to you? Why the feeling of envy at seeing his arm around another woman or photos with other models made you grit your teeth, wishing it were you? Why did the feeling of abandonment and insufficiency make you choke on the cry stuck in your throat?

You got up from the sofa, leaving the girl talking to herself and left the room that was suffocating you, the loud music bothering you and the crying expressed in your face. Lorenzo appeared with a gentle hand on your bare shoulder. He gave you a sad look, saying he’d be right back with water.

As soon as he left, someone else closed the glass door to the balcony, shutting out the loud sound. You looked in the corner and Marc was staring at you like the first day. You felt your heart ache, your shoulders shaking and your eyes burning. 

He stood beside you, staring out at the landscape. That silence was killing you. That invisible barrier destroys you little by little. You took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to cry and all that mixed feeling bubbling up inside you.

“sweetie.” You closed your eyes, biting your mouth hard, feeling like you’d been punched when you heard the endearing pet name he used to use.

“Why?” You heard your own shaky voice, turning to face him. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No. You didn’t.” He looked at you sadly, his eyes falling and his voice meek. “I…”

That silence was disturbing. What did that mean? What had he noticed or done to get out of your life that way?

You took a deep breath, feeling the tears burning in your eyes, your hands clenched at your sides. His expression made it all worse.

“I don’t know what happened, but I know I want you.” You laughed at yourself. “Stupid, huh? It was just a few secret dates and good fucking nights and I got carried away with your attention, affection and the comfort you gave me. That was my mistake.” You closed your eyes, feeling the hot tears flow.

“I got carried away to imagine a future with you, but what’s the harm in wanting a big house here in Italy, celebrations with friends and family, a future with the person you’re in love with? What’s the harm in loving you?” 

Marc closed his eyes when he heard that and you felt sorry for him. Maybe you had been too strict, but now there was no turning back. You wanted to get those feelings out and the crying hurt too much to get back inside you.

“There’s no harm.” He spoke, voice louder, posture erect, and mesmerizing eyes focused on you.

“Then why?” You spoke before he spoke again. “Why disappear like that when all I wanted was a call or text or something from you? For three years, you’ve been engraved in my head and no one can make me forget you.” You wiped your makeup smeared face, your enraged eyes locked with his.

You swallowed saliva that went down like a goddamn soccer ball. “Is it because of another woman?” You couldn’t believe you asked that. You bit your mouth, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“There’s no other person.” He approached, hands raised towards you, and you backed away.

You opened your mouth and closed it, your chin quivering and cheeks hot from thick tears. You felt your stomach turn, the feeling of vomit forming. “I know I’m pretty so…” 

My god, what were you talking about?!

Marc shook his head and walked over, pinning you against the marble of the balcony, his hands gentle and warm on your face, wiping away the tears that blurred your vision.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the chance to meet and there isn’t another woman.” You sniffed deeply, teeth biting down on your bottom lip. That feeling of insufficiency hitting hard. 

“Is it because I’m fifteen years younger? There are so many couples with bigger age gaps and-“ 

“It’s not the age either. Age doesn’t matter.” You cried again, feeling his strong fingers on your face. 

“Then why?” You whispered. The image of him shaking because of the tears, but his firm hands and warmth are so strong next to you.

He took a deep breath, hands still wiping away your tears and makeup, warm breath hitting your face.

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to walk away like that, but work came and so did yours. We ran out of time and you’re young, beautiful… You’d forget me fast.” You shook your head strongly. Crying prevents you from speaking and breathing. “Why bother with an old man like me?” He could laugh in that situation.

You pushed his hands away, trying to face him even though you were broken. “If I wanted youth and any beauty, I’d be after anyone else. But I want you!” You slammed a fist against his chest. “I don’t want another man. It doesn’t matter if he’s young or old, rich or poor. I only want you! I love you!”

The sick feeling rose, shutting you up and making you realize how pathetic you were. 

The look he gave you made you shiver in the worst way, making you cry in silence with a dry, open mouth and your heart tighten. That was bad. You knew you wouldn't like it.

“I really like you. But I don’t love you.” You stared into those mesmerizing eyes, understanding it was the truth.

You felt everything calm down, your breathing normal, your body shivering from the cold of the night, your heart beating normally. The hot tears came back, but you laughed, you had a genuine laugh and you cried again. The answer you so badly wanted tearing you in half, the pain of a broken heart making you shake all over, still laughing. He clenched you, his chin on top of your head and his arms wrapped around you as you sobbed, your open mouth letting out ugly sobs, your whole body shaking, hands clutching to his clothes.

The understanding hit hard, choking you with all the truth and unrequited feelings. You clung tighter to his body, not caring that this same man holding you while you broke was why you were broke.

Those warm feelings from when you were with him and those of sadness suffocated you, bringing back the memories you created of the damn house, the weekends, the kids and the pet. The domestic moments, the damn wedding, the smile of joy and happiness. Everything crumbling inside you. 

You would give happiness, comfort, family, the world to that man you loved so much, but he didn’t want those things, at least not from you. You were so in love you could break yourself and reassemble any way he wanted, but that’s not what he wanted. Your world revolved around him... who would you be without him other than a rich, beautiful, young, loveless model?

You could do so many things for him. But what could you do now? Cry painfully clinging to him, feeling the pain of a broken heart and receiving solace from the one who broke your heart. You couldn’t go back to the party where everyone would see your crying, makeup smeared and puffy face, heart shattering, seeing you broken by Marc Snuffy... that was out of the question. It hurt enough having Lorenzo with a sad expression and a glass of water, watching you break down more and more.

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© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

#blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #marc snuffy #marc snuffy x reader #marc snuffy x you #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines

[iamtotallyfineokay]

Okay so people actually like my previous yandere UCN idea, surprisingly, even one of my fave writers came to comment, so I guess I’ll continue the headcanons I guess. This is just a more detailed in a nutshell version of the previous post. Also thank you for the notes from the previous one, I was really surprised when I checked it! ——————————————————————————————————

As I said before, Yandere UCN is terrifying. In the universe I’m gonna set my Yandere UCN x reader, it’s gonna involve all sorts of animatronics from the whole franchise. Basically it’s Ultimate Custom Night slowly becoming Ultra Custom Night but with only the original and fanmade models. Oh and this might be out of character, so tell me in the notes if I did something wrong!

Part 1

Let’s start with the Classics. I personally think Freddy would be the type to be a gentleman of sorts. He would be glad to sing you a little song if you like, maybe you can also join him as well! Bonnie would definitely play the guitar role for you guys in your songs, since he seems to be a person with a laidback character, where he would kinda prefer to third wheel in a relationship. He enjoys your presence though, as you routinely like to check up on him for some reason. Chica would also be delighted by your presence! She’s sometimes told off by the others for being a bit too childish but you don’t mind it and kind of like it! She’s happy with that, along with Foxy! I think he and Chica would be a common duo who like to compete with others for your attention, with Chica acting as the wingman(girl) to your little relationship with them in UCN, while Foxy is just that slightly nervous kid in the corner who absolutely wants and not want your attention at the same time. He’s just so happy to actually receive attention from you after being neglected in his previous establishment! Golden Bear watches his cohorts enjoy this moment, he’s glad he doesn’t need to constantly give them plans or constantly comfort them, and he also wants some comfort himself through compliments from you!

The Toy animatronics absolutely indulge in your presence, along with the Withereds and Shadows. They all absolutely delight themselves in your presence. For the Toy animatronics, let’s say you played as a night guard in their establishment before you went into UCN. Toy Freddy was always so lonely, sad that he didn’t seem to be as cute as his cohorts sometimes. That is when you arrive! Maybe you even accidentally introduced Toy Freddy to playing arcade games because you couldn’t ‘bear’ how lonely he seems to be sometimes. He even wishes indulge in small tea parties with you in nights when his AI is sent down to one! Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica also seem to be a common duo! They go through the vents and such in UCN. You met them both in their previous game when you may have accidentally lured them to the office through lights! However, when your night is over, you sometimes comment on them being so pretty and adorable! This may have kicked a part of their code aside, but they indulge in you secretly when your night ends, as they prepare for your next night. UCN is where they just get more violent for attention!

Balloon Boy and the Puppet also have something in common: being creepily too ‘human-looking’ to most people. Even Balloon Boy gets comments on his weirdly shaped teeth while the Puppet is commented for their tall and lanky figure. Balloon Boy mainly acts like a child to their parent with you when your friendship becomes closer! He doesn’t steal your batteries in the original game, but he’s more hungry for praise from you in UCN, whereas he would steal more batteries from you, since he was given a deal by Withered Foxy to make the night end faster. Puppet also likes your presence, finding comfort around you as if you’re a warm blanket of mental comfort. For that, they give gifts to you when nights end in UCN, though they may trap you in their box when they win the night by jumpscaring you. Mangle is kind of the same as Puppet, only instead always needing constant praises of validation from you to feel ‘beautiful’. You used to like her so now she’ll return it fully by trying to make you as pretty as her!

The Withereds are like their original counterparts but more aggressive compared to them. Their restless, now feeling upset they don’t get to be on that shining stage anymore. Withered Foxy and Bonnie are the most aggressive of the four, being the first animatronics to turn on during the FNAF 2 game, with the indigo no-faced bunny now needing approval for his hopes to be turned up, while his cohort the red fox pirate, needs attention both physically and mentally to remember his short happy days on stage in his corner. They do team up though when they don’t at least argue for 1 minute, and damn do they made a good duo. Withered Freddy is just like his Classic counterpart, but now more laidback, kind of welcoming the fact his time on stage has reached its end, though he does dream and someday returning to it, and maybe sing along with you. However, not acknowledging his presence gets his temper a bit worked up, making him storm to your office and trying to get to the door. Withered Chica and Golden Bear kind of watch this unfold. Chica watches her male cohorts while she just decides to take things more slowly while maintaining her happy yet slightly now mature personality, hanging out with you during nights when the others have their AI set to 0 or 1, just kind of hanging out like couch potatos. This also applies to Withered Golden Freddy! He’s more tired, having a higher chance to materialise even when his AI’s set to a very low place. He likes to hang out and just chill with you during other nights, sometimes appearing while wrapping an arm around your back. He’s glad your here in this purgatory meant just for you!

The Shadows stay more distant from you. You’re just here, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, at least to them. Though they start to warm up to you, with Shadow Bonnie being the more friendly one of the two, and Shadow Freddy just overall being glad you’re here! Finally someone who they get to talk with who’s not a robot! Though instead, they may trap you in abandoned rooms to spend time with you! Better be careful, these two seemingly a kind of a mind alike! Oh well, what could they say? You’re as sweet as a birthday cake, and boy do they get greedy!

#Okay this was really long #Sorry my dudes #yandere ultimate custom night #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf ucn #yandere fnaf 1 #yandere fnaf 2

[mapileonxputellas]

Little Sister (Mapi Leon, Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Request and description found here. Wanted to get a little something out this weekend. 2.6k words. Enjoy x

TW: head injury and mentions of blood

Moving to the other side of the country at just 18 was one of the hardest but best decisions of your life. You’d impressed at your local team and the u17’s for Spain but you knew that you had to make the most of the current hype and consider all the options you had for your first professional contract. There was a lot of pressure having been described as a ‘generational talent’ but you couldn’t allow that to get to you.

When Barca come calling it is hard to say no, but you knew your parents wouldn’t be able to make the journey with you, they were both settled in their jobs, your younger siblings were settled in school and they couldn’t leave your elderly grandparents. But all of that left you just over a year ago stood outside the training centre in Barcelona knowing no-one and wondering if all this has been a mistake.

1 year ago….

You’d arrived at Barcelona a few days before pre-season started and though you’d originally planned to try and look round the city, you didn’t realise how lonely it would be on your own. So in a way you were grateful to meet the players but that meant meeting some of your idols as well. Being an out and out centre forward you’d grew to model your game on the efficiency of Hermoso, the creativity of Putellas and the delivery of León.

They were all behind those doors, waiting for everyone to gather but it was almost as if you couldn’t move your legs. The nerves had paralysed you, but you were brought out of the trance by a soft hand on your back.

“Hola.” It was fair to say you were embarrassed that the one and only Alexia Putellas had been the one to catch you in this state. “You must be Y/N.”

“Hola. Yes that’s me.” You confirmed shaking her hand.

“What are you doing out here then, come inside. We really don’t bite, well other than Patri. Come on”

If it hadn’t of been for Alexia you probably would have been stood there all day, but she was the one to take you inside, introduce you to everyone and make sure you were settled in the dressing room. Which is where you met Mapi, as she insisted you call her when you stumbled out Maria, who took you under her wing on the training pitch. Partnering up with you for the exercises and talking tou through what was going to happen next.

“Here’s our numbers.” Alexia passed me a piece of paper as the three of us walked outside after training. “If you need anything or just need someone to speak to please use them. Iit must be daunting being here alone.”

“Thank you.”

“How are you getting home?” Mapi asked.

“Oh, I was planning on walking. It’s only like 20 minutes.”

“Nonsense, come on I’ll give you a lift.” Mapi almost instructed me, taking the bag out of my hands as she walked to the cars lined up outside. “I’ll pick you up for training tomorrow as well.”

“Thank you, really you don’t have to do this.”

“I know, now come on.”

…..

That became the routine of your pre-season, Mapi would pick you up and drop you off after training. You went out for the team bonding sessions and made friends with the girls closer to your age, but by the end of the night you were always found with one or both of them making sure you got home safely.

You made several cameos in the warm up games, but you knew you would have to be patient and just wait for your time to come. That came sooner than you thought it would as in the final training session, Jenni appeared to pull up at the end and Jonatan pulled you to the side.

“Jenni cannot play tomorrow so we’re going to put you in from the start. Are you ok with that or do you want me to change formation? Are you ready?”

“I’m ready, I promise I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t.”

So that’s how you found yourself at 18 years old making your debut for Barcelona in the first match of the season, granted it was a team who barely scraped relegation last season but it was an opponent none the less.. With that came the expectation and therefore the nerves as you made your last few preparations to get ready.

“Give me those.” Alexia shooed your hands away as you tried to lace up your boots for what was probably the fifth time, each time the laces twisting in your hands and not quite falling right. “Look at me. I watch you every day in training and you’re amazing, I’m not lying. Just go out there, be yourself and enjoy it. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to let you all down.” You admitted.

“You won’t.” Mapi obviously was listening in and slid her arm around your shoulder. “No-one can ask for anything more than you just trying your best. Run hard and don’t let your nerves stop you.”

“Thank you, both of you.”

“No worries baby.”

Everything was a whirlwind after that moment, from walking out onto the pitch to giving it your all in the first half to help the team get 3-0 up. You’d tried to get on the end of a few crosses and driven at the defence but nothing was just quite working.

The manager kept his faith in you and left you on the field for the second half and finally your hard work was rewarded. A free kick was awarded just outside the box and Mapi was stood over it. Not being the tallest you were stood in line with the back post on the edge of the box and watched as the defender got her head to it but only cleared the ball as far as you. It was like time stood still as you put as much power onto the ball as possible and watched it curve into the far corner of the net past the oblivious goalkeeper.

You were brought back down to Earth as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, immediately giving Mapi away as the culprit, flinging you into the air. “You did it!”

After everyone else had congratulated you, Alexia and Mapi wrapped their arms around your shoulder to walk back to the other side.

“See I told you, just believe in yourself.” Alexia said.

“I couldn’t have done it without you two.”

“We know.”

….

Fast forward a year and the bond between the three of you had only grew stronger. When you couldn’t afford to go home for Christmas, Alexia’s family had invited you into their family home for the day and you were a regular at Mapi’s for a takeaway after a game. The two of them were very protective of you but they were also the first to congratulate you as you made progress throughout your first season and became known as the impact substitution.

The heartbreak of Alexia’s ACl injury gave you the opportunity to repay every favour she’d given to you, keeping her company in days immediately before and after her surgery, running to the store whenever she needed anything and trying to take her mind off the hard journey she had ahead.

The second season was where you knew you had to make an impact, Jenni leaving left the door open for you to make a firm impression in the league and you knew you had to step it up in training. Everyone noticed a difference in you, from your professionalism in preparing for every session to the intensity and discipling you trained with, it was obvious how focused you were and how much you wanted to improve.

It was eerily silent as Mapi and Alexia pulled up outside of the training centre, the two of them running late as they had been chosen to attend a league sponsor event.

As they were walking over they noticed Patri and Irene stood by the doors with a look on their face that they couldn’t quite read. “Hey what are you two doing out here?” Alexia asked as they tried to enter the building but were stopped by the two of them blocking the entrance.

“Oh we managed to finish training early so we thought we’d save you the trip inside, you can go home.” Irene told the two but her eyes were elsewhere, as if she was looking out for something behind them.

“We can go? We don’t even have to speak to Jonathan, does he not want to know how the event went?”

“Oh I’m sure you can tell him tomorrow.”

Alexia was beginning to grow annoyed as Patri once again blocked her path inside. “Cut the crap, what’s going on? You two are acting suspicious.”

“Nothing.” But the look of panic on their faces became visible as ambulance sirens grew lounder and louder behind them until an ambulance came into view. “Shit.”

“What’s going on? Has something happened?”

“We didn’t want you to worry, she’s in the safest hands and we knew that you two would only panic and she needs to stay calm.”

“Who needs to stay calm?” Mapi asked but was just met with silence. “Who?”

“Y/N.”

Patri and Irene gave up the fight at that point, almost running to keep up with the ambulance crew and the other two players as they raced through onto the field whilst trying to explain the situation. “She was trying head the ball and collided with the post, she’s got quite a big cut on her hairline and she started complaining about her neck so they’ve tried to stabilise her neck. She’s 19, we’ve tried to reassure her but she’s very panicky.”

“You should have called us sooner.” Mapi was angry at the whole situation but at the moment Patri was taking the frustration. “We could have reassured her, she’s probably frightened.”

“We didn’t have much of a choice.”

Mapi and Alexia broke into a sprint as they came into view of the situation with the medical department around you and the team watching on from a few metres away.

“Mapi…” Irene tried to stop her from going over but it was no use as the defender shook her off.

“No, she needs me.”

The situation was a lot more serious than they ever could have expected, blood completely coated your face and shirt as one of the doctors continued to apply pressure to the wound. Another one holding onto your neck as they tried to talk to you.

“Hey babe.” Mapi and Alexia knelt down next to one side of you so the medical staff could continue on the other side, your eyes immediately finding their own as they gripped your hands. Tears evident in your eyes as you squeezed their hands. “Can’t leave you alone for one minute.”

“It really hurts.”

“I know it does, but the doctors are here and you’re going to be fine.” Alexia reassured her. “Where’s the pain coming from?”

“Mostly my head now.”

“That’s good.” Mapi could see the massive gash on your head as the paramedics tried to wrap it up. They’d seen enough head injuries now to know that the majority of the worry right now would be coming from the neck situation and any potentially career threatening injury there. “Just keep talking to us, keep that neck still and they’ll sort everything out.”

“I was speaking to my mum this morning and she wanted to invite you round at the weekend.” Alexia tried to distract her from the situation. “I think you’re definitely her new favourite daughter.”

“She’s the best.”

“Bagheera has been lost without you these last few weeks.” From looking out for Alexia, you’d started hanging out at Alexia’s place as a three rather than Mapi’s which left you missing a certain car. “She misses your cuddles.”

“Oh I love her.”

“Right we’re going to try and move her now and get her to the hospital.” The two girls looked up as the paramedic instructed everyone. “Is anyone coming to the hospital with us? Any family?”

“I’m not leaving her.” Mapi and Alexia both insisted. “We’re practically her family.”

“She has no immediately family in the area.” The club doctor confirmed. “These two will be able to calm her down the most.”

“Ok.”

……

The two of them didn’t leave your side, from moving you onto the ambulance, to arriving at the hospital and getting the initial checks done. Thankfully the scans on your neck had come back clear and they put the initial pain down to the impact of the collision with the post.

They wanted to keep you in longer to check for any longer lasting concussion damage but the final nurse finally left the three of you alone after stitching up the wound leaving you with a giant bandage across your forehead. It must have been in the early hours of the morning now but neither of them had made an attempt to leave yet.

“Wow, we leave you along for one session and this happens?” Alexia teased as the two sat either side of you finally alone after the long day.

“I don’t think that goal post and I can be friends anymore.” You tried to joke but the tears only started again. “I thought that was it for me today. I’ve heard about people suffering from spinal injuries and it only ever ends with their careers ending. I thought that was it and there was so much blood. I could see the panic in their eyes as they tried to treat me and the blood was just soaking everything.”

“It will take more than a goal post to stop you from becoming the best.” Alexia said. “Stop worrying about that now, all the checks have been double checked and everything has come back clear. I know it’s frightening in that moment but thankfully we’ve got through it.”

“We’re just upset we weren’t there for you,” You could see the struggle in Mapi’s eyes as the rarely emotional girl got upset. “I promise if you ever need me again then I’ll be there.”

“Don’t worry.” You were the one doing to the reassuring now. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters. I don’t think I would have liked to have been Irene and Patri trying to stop you though.”

“Mapi almost charged them down.”

“Are you feeling ok now? Do you need me to get you some more painkillers?” Mapi asked.

“No, it’s more just like a dull headache now. Thank you both so much for today, you don’t know how much I needed you both today and to know you’ve stayed with me this entire time…”

“And like I’ve told you a million times before we’re your sisters now.” Alexia reassured her, climbing up onto the bed, so you could rest your head on her shoulder. “I told you on that first day we’d be here if you ever needed us and you needed us today.”

“I love you both.”

“We love you too.” Mapi said, not quite managing to squeeze onto the bed but she held your hands together. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try not to.”

#mapi leon imagine #alexia putellas imagine #barcelona femeni #woso imagine #woso imagines #espwnt #espwnt x reader #mapi leon x reader #alexia putellas x reader #mapi leon #alexia putellas #woso x reader

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it’s a terrain replacement i made for my save file world! not ready to upload it yet, but here’s a closer look at the texture. i was going for more realistic than EA’s neon green blob but more cartoony/stylised than a high-definition real grass texture

i’ll post it when my save file is complete! i would upload it now, but i can just see myself deciding to change something, and then someone might download it and forget to delete the old one, and then there’s two 20mb duplicate files in someone’s game... i’d rather avoid that (terrain replacements are chonky)

hi! they’re debug main street pennants from TS3 that i converted for my save. here you go! it’s in sculptures and comes in two swatches

hey, thank you! i use sunblind by softerhaze, it’s absolutely life-saving. i also use a simple reshade preset with mxao, bloom and a bit of a yellow tint

anon, i had this exact thought process when i was starting my save. like, word for word

to answer your question: yes, it’s possible. there’s a tutorial for doing this with a program called ninjaripper that’s pretty straightforward. but to be entirely honest, the process of going through all the extracted meshes (it grabs surrounding world meshes too), then remapping the entire model, was too laborious for me. not to mention it’s difficult to find any sims 4 object that has enough cut numbers for the roof, wall, door, window, stair etc. textures to retain high quality

since houses are just simple shapes, i personally find it a lot easier to make my shell houses in blender (using a debug house as a size reference), slap some TS4 textures on the roof and walls, then add opaque windows. took me a couple of hours to put this one together, which is a lot less time than it takes me to build a real lot in hindsight

@harurish​ hello, and thank you! so many people have done terrain replacements, i just downloaded one of them to find which DST images they were replacing for base game. using the game file cruiser in S4S, i searched the instance numbers, imported them into an empty package, and went from there!

to save you some unnecessary work, here’s the file i made for the bg terrain. i didn’t save it before changing the grass, but as all i did was desaturate the original texture as you saw in the post, it’s still pretty maxis accurate. i didn’t touch the sand/dirt :) all you need to do is import whatever textures you want. might take awhile because there’s a lot of them

not outlandish at all! i’ve never really looked at the mt. komorebi world files (ashamedly, i must admit i have never hiked in game either) and so i’ve honestly no idea. but i wouldn’t rule it out! you should ask a script modder. there’s so many brilliant people in the community, i have no doubt someone can figure it out

#asks #replies

[lady-hestia-rose]

Persona 5 vs. Milgram: How One Story Succeeded at Portraying Teenage Sexuality Where the Other Failed

tw: child abuse, child ra**, sexuality and sexualization, abortion, s**cide

(Note: I am not personally a victim of abuse or ra**, so if I say something stupid here, please let me know. I am always open to criticism and I don't want to be an asshole.)

rare moment of @lady-hestia-rose having original thoughts and not just reblogging everything

So this year I discovered both Persona 5 and Milgram, and I love both of them sososo much. I've infodumped about both of them for hours and overanalyzed the writing and symbolism both stories use to no end. Persona 5 Royal is probably my favorite piece of media I've ever seen. Milgram has brought me and my best friend closer together as we rant about our murderer blorbos and how well-written they all are together.

However, playing Persona, to me, is like the video game equivalent of watching a Shakespeare play. It's a masterclass narrative, very entertaining, and full of depth and symbolism to analyze, but it also has a bunch of misogyny that can really sour the mood sometimes. This seems to be a problem that the Persona series has had for a while judging from my experience playing P4 and what I've heard about other games, but in 5 it's like eating the most rich, satisfying cake you've ever had and then finding out some jackass poured pebbles into it. The way Persona 5 treats its female characters is by far my biggest problem with the game, with one problematic aspect in particular being its sexualization of the high school female cast, particularly Ann Takamaki.

Ann's storyline is mostly focused around her looks and how her appearance affects the way people treat her. At first, this plotline is taken in a promising direction. Because of her Caucasian ancestry, Ann faces slut-shaming and fetishization from most of her peers at school. In addition, Ann, along with many other girls in the school, is targeted by her abusive gym teacher, Kamoshida. It's not entirely clear how far his advances went with Ann specifically, but she is shown to face sexual harassment and coercion from Kamoshida onscreen, and Ann's best friend Shiho attempts suicide after being all but stated outright to have been raped by Kamoshida. So Ann is a victim of sexual abuse and a witness of her friend's abuse as well. There are plenty of interesting and thoughtful angles you could take with this story. You could show her reconnecting with Shiho and bonding over their shared trauma, with them going through the healing process together. You could show her being initially distrustful of the other Phantom Thieves until their bond grows stronger and she is able to feel safe around them. You could give her an arc about reclaiming her sexuality and taking back this part of herself that was used to hurt her.

What does the game do?

Barely fucking anything.

Ann gets little to no character development post-Kamoshida. Instead, her Confidant storyline is about her modeling career, with only one conversation where she sees Shiho again even acknowledging her past trauma. The game also continues to make her the Ms. Fanservice of the team, with constant gross jokes about her "hot bod" and the male characters being pervy around her. She keeps getting put in skimpy outfits and having to use her sex appeal to seduce enemies, as if the previous storyline never even happened.

For obvious reasons, I am very uncomfortable with any storyline that sexualizes minors, even if it's for a reason that serves the story. This is a general rule I apply to most media I consume. I'm considering completely skipping the Dancing in Starlight spinoff game because of the content I've heard it contains. And it's not just something I apply to Persona. I stopped listening to the song "Romeo and CInderella" by doriko despite really liking it musically because I was very uncomfortable with the story of the song. It's a problem I run into a lot when consuming Japanese media. However, I was thinking about this stuff a couple days ago, and I realized something. There is one specific piece of media I really like that shows a minor with sexual imagery that actually doesn't make me sick to my stomach. That is the song "Tear Drop" from DECO*27's music project Milgram.

(Note for Milgram fans: This part is based entirely off my interpretation of the offical English translation of the lyrics. I have not watched the voice dramas.)

"Tear Drop" is about a 17-year-old girl named Kashiki Yuno. The music video has several shots of her wearing lingerie, and the song approaches themes of innocence, sexuality, and relationships. Not only do I like the song, it's arguably my favorite song in the entirety of Milgram (although Backdraft also puts up a good fight for that title).

(Note from the future: I have been corrected. Yuno is actually 18.)

Why is it that I like "Tear Drop" despite depictions of sexualized teenagers usually making me uncomfortable? What sets apart Yuno's story from Ann's that makes it work?

(Note: I'm about to discuss a controversial aspect of Japanese culture as a mostly uninformed American. I may be about to say something stupid. If you're more knowledgeable about this subject than I am and you notice me saying something stupid, I am so sorry. Please tell me.)

In Yuno's first song, "Umbilical," it was heavily implied that she was involved in the Japanese enjo kōsai industry, which is often translated as "compensated dating." Taking the definition from Wikipedia (the most scholarly of sources), it is "the practice of older men giving money and/or luxury gifts to attractive young women for sexual favors." The song also implies that Yuno's "murder" (the premise of Milgram is that all of the prisoners the songs are about have killed someone) was an abortion.

So, Yuno was raped. I think that's quite clear. If you're a minor and you have sex with an adult, you were raped. No further clarification needed. Hopefully I don't need to argue that Yuno's abortion was justified either.

After the release of "Umbilical," Yuno was overwhelmingly voted innocent by Milgram's official poll. She garnered a huge amount of sympathy from everybody in the audience, and people expressed their sympathy for Yuno quite often. However, this rhetoric often took on quite a patronizing tone, like calling her "poor baby" or regretting that the circumstances of her life "forced" her into compensated dating to make ends meet (which, from what I understand, isn't quite how enjo kōsai works, but that's another discussion for someone who knows more about this stuff than me).

In Milgram, the prisoners canonically can hear what the audience is saying about them. And Yuno was not pleased.

"Tear Drop" seems to be almost entirely addressed towards the audience. In the image above, we see Yuno removing the metaphorical rose-colored lens from the audience to see the real her. The lyrics call out everyone who infantilized and looked down upon her, drawing similarities between the people she dated and the viewers. Here are some examples from the English translated lyrics: "'Poor naive little girl'? So off the mark, what's it to you? It's just absurd"

"Don't weigh me measure me against your morality Just shut it, will you? You know it all Feeling magnanimous? INNOCENT? I'm so not that Just shut it, will you? You know it all" "Caressing me with your 'Good girl' Who needs your self-righteous pardon?

I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in Happy or sad? Why decide? Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear"

Yuno is sick of everyone else making judgements about her and trampling over her own desires and wishes, and in this song she gives the middle finger to everyone who did so.

Generally, I am against portraying sexualized minors in media. However, I think it's important to realize that teenagers are not completely sexless beings. They have their own wants and desires, they want to be sexy, and it is important for them to have their own safe sexual exploration. And like it or not, sex has undoubtedly affected Yuno's life as a rape survivor. And unlike Persona with Ann, Milgram has the respect to not just pretend this part of Yuno's life never happened and allows her to be sexual on her own terms, instead of just pandering to the male gaze.

I grew up in the LDS Church. While I have not gone through anything on her level, I see parts of my own story in Yuno as someone whose sexuality was used to hurt me and who has coped with the trauma by redefining my sexuality as my own. I find "Tear Drop" incredibly inspiring, and I think that's what sets Milgram apart from Persona in its approach to teenage sexuality.

This is the second-to-final shot of Tear Drop. Her face is full of relief, with her clutching the jacket like a comforting blanket. Not everything she has faced is fixed now, and her teenage naivety is still clear in many of the lyrics. One song didn't melt all her trauma away. But she's getting there. She's making progress one step at a time. The final shot of the song is her pulling the jacket in, covering more of her body as she rests.

In Persona 5, Ann's sexuality is used to objectify her. In Milgram, Yuno's sexuality is used to empower her. That's what makes the difference.

#persona 5 #milgram #persona 5 analysis #p5 analysis #milgram analysis #analysis #media analysis #ann takamaki #kashiki yuno #p5 ann #milgram yuno

[teecupangel]

I've been playing AC Revelations lately, and remembered about your Ratatouille AU.

I think Desmond would be very confused, because all suspicious sounding voices should be silent in the like core of animus or whatever this place is. But he anyway hears those strange complaints about how he looked much cuter in previous parts and now he is like weathered or smth. And those simpings on old Ezio. And this comparison of Sofia and Leonardo. And intense swearing when there's no 100 percent synchronization because of THIS STUPID TEMPLAR WHO SOMEHOW MANAGED TO HIT MEE, LIKE WHAT, HE SHOULD BE LYING DEAD, BUT NOW I GOTTA RESTART THE WHOLE MISSION AGAIN WTFF (russian slurs following). Ahem. Also I feel like he would imagine that it's like his descendants or smth, so he would start to believe that he'll get out of animus very soon

The original Ratatouille AU idea

Its little brother, the “Desmond can hear us” idea

And the “I don’t know you can do that” sidestory that got sidelined by people learning that Altaïr can vault in AC1

So the idea would be the voices would suddenly be silent once Desmond wakes up in the Animus Island and he’d be confused and absolutely worried because he’s used to hearing them (especially after a lot of them suddenly showed up because [The Founder By Accident] apparently posted it or something and got a lot more people ‘playing the games’ again) so the silence was…

… worrying, to say the least.

Especially after Clay tells him where he was and what was happening to him.

And then…

Desmond started reliving Ezio’s memories…

And the moment Ezio’s voice echoed in his head “Dear Claudia…”

There’s just a cacophony of [DEAR CLAUDIA!!!!], [Best opening cinematic in the franchise <3], [Goddamn, I still get goosebumps watching this…], someone is able to actually recite the lines in Ezio’s accent as Ezio continues, and many, many more. There’s definitely a lot of them.

And Desmond could feel himself relax as he let both Ezio’s memories and their voices watch over him.

And then…

“Even if they messed up Altaïr’s actual outfit in this scene, it’s still freaking awesome.”

Ah.

[The Founder By Accident] is back.

.

Desmond immediately got used to a lot of them ‘simping’ over Ezio and the mini-debate that happened when Ezio met Sofia…

As well as the mini-debate about Suleiman being either good or opportunistic or both (and Desmond laughed at the “I can’t say anything because he has the same voice as Malik and that’s an automatic ‘yeah, he’s okay’ from me” comment from one of them).

The complaints about the ‘gameplay’ or the bugs or the synchronization requirements or… Desmond found himself being comforted even by these as these were already part of the voices’ personalities anyway.

And then…

He was back in the Animus Island and he couldn’t even focus on Clay because he’s being bombarded with voices all talking about “oh you poor boy what did they do to your face?” and “you still look good, Desmond, don’t listen to them!”.

And then…

[Play DA Everyone] goes “I know what to do!”

Clay’s eyes widened when a box suddenly appeared in front of Desmond’s feet and Desmond crouched. He opened the box and a lot of the voices went “Ooohhh” as Desmond sees it’s a vial with a message that says “Mod to Change Desmond’s Model To Be Closer To Francisco Randez” and there’s a lot of chanting of ‘drink it!’ and ‘chug chug chug’.

Desmond turned towards Clay and asked, “Do I look like I’m weathered?”

“What?” Clay looked confused by his question and Desmond simply shrugged, being used to it already.

He uncapped the vial and drank the entire thing, trusting the voices in his head as usual.

Cheers erupted all over as Desmond didn’t feel anything different.

Well…

He felt more rested than he ever had though…

And Clay could only gape as Desmond’s face changed right in front of him.

What.

The.

Fuck.

#desmond and the voices #will give clay #his own existential crisis #or you know #clay would be just #“yeah okay cool” #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #clay kaczmarek #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed