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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - baby bombs (not literally like Gale) || talks of getting pregnant || thoughts of having a baby || reader is like extremely sex positive || Katniss is a bitch at first || Haymitch is lowkey in love with you, but like nicely but like romantically if that makes sense (he thinks you're super hot) || you lowkey hit on Katniss and Peeta || of course cursing and such || smut warnings, being walked in on, Finnick feels guilty during sex, breeding kink, dom! Finnick, sub! reader, degradation and praise, name calling (whore, good girl, bad girl, cum slut, etc.) (All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)

When Mags’ name was drawn, you stepped forward immediately, your voice announcing, “I volunteer as tribute.”

The cheers get louder as they hold up yours and Finnick's hands, but when they let go, he pulls you into his chest, kissing you passionately. You can hear the cheers grow louder, and your eyes water as you pull him lower. You sniffle as he pulls away, stroking his cheek as you look over at Mags and nod. “I love you,” you whisper, but you’re both taken by hand into the back room. She pressed her hand to her lips and blew you both a kiss as you wave. Finnicks hand stays in the small of your back as you see Cinna, hugging him tightly as he sighed.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’m sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”

You giggle, shrugging. “Just make me look good when I’m about to go out, Cinna darling.”

He winks. “That’s what I do best, sweetheart.”

Finnick sighs as he kisses your temple, all of you slowly going to the shuttle where Cinna leads you to the table, softly patting your shoulder. “I have a gift for you both.”

You raise a brow as Finnick pulls you into his lap - he was always more protective around Cinna, even since the beginning of your games where Finnick was your Mentor and Cinna designed your outfits.

Cinna slowly takes out two boxes, opening them to reveal matching gold bracelets. “A gift from Effie Trinket.”

Your nose scrunches as you look over at Finnick who looks up at Cinna. “Effie Trinket, the mentor for District 12?”

He nods. “Yes, the tributes are-”

You giggle. “Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. The fakest couple in all of Panem,” you look back at Finnick, smiling. “They wish they could be us, darling.”

Cinna just laughs as he slowly takes them out of the boxes and puts them on each of your wrists, smiling. “Now Y/N, you know they’re only doing what they can to survive.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Well then she should be a better actress. It’s sad because he seems so in love with her. I hope he finds someone to love him like he does her.”

Finnick laughs with you, kissing your neck. “Why are we getting gifts from their mentor, hm Cinna? What does she want?”

“For you to make an alliance,” he explains as he slowly sits down. “Is there anything specific we want styled this time around? I’m thinking for the parade we go with something… netty.”

You purse your lips, thinking before looking at Cinna dead in the eye. “I want to get married before the games.”

His jaw drops as Finnick smiles against your skin, your eyes catching the blurring scenery outside of the train. “Married? I get to design the Prince and Princess’ of Panems wedding outfits?!”

You giggle, nodding. “If you would do us the favor, Cinna.”

He inhaled, dramatically waving at his face. “This is going to be amazing. Amazing, I say.”

“I want white,” Finnick says, Cinna nodding as he grabs a sketchpad from… somewhere, Finnick staring down at you with a smile. “It’s going to be the best day in the world when I marry the love of my life.”

His words make you giggle as you press a soft kiss to his lips, Cinna sighing. “I wish it was under better circumstances,” he says, smiling at you both before gasping. “Rings! I need to design rings!”

You giggle as he runs off, looking back at Finnick before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I… I don’t want to meet them.”

He paused, raising a brow. “The District 12 tributes?”

You nodded, but then shook your head. “Any of them. Johanna especially. They all survived their games and were promised that they would never have to suffer through it again, and now,” you inhale shakily as he kisses your temple, shushing you softly. “Now we’re all going back. My nightmares have barely gone away, Finnick, I can’t-”

He shook his head. “No, no darling, calm down. I’ll be there, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You inhaled, nodding into his neck before the blaring voice announced your quick arrival to the Capitol. He stood, carrying you in his arms as you both walked out, immediately being taken to the area where you would be prepared for the games, being cleaned, shaven, everything.

This could’ve been the one thing you missed, gentle hands caring for your body and cleansing you of whatever- it almost made you feel relaxed and calm.

But when you stood in front of the dark horses of the District 12 horses, you felt anything but.

You stroked their face, cooing softly at them as you watched them eat a sugar cube from your palm. You paused when you heard soft footsteps, smiling before looking up at Katniss who stood next to their side.

“Katniss Everdeen, as I live and breathe,” you say, giggling as the horse nudged into your shoulder. She was dressed extremely differently from you, your outfit going along with Finnick’s with a netted bralette covering your chest and a bikini-like bottom covered with a golden threaded net acting as a see-through skirt. You felt exposed, but you had definitely been more exposed to the Capitol’s eyes before. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She smiled, even though it was obviously fake. She was not a good actor, you could tell that. “Y/N, Panem’s Princess. I never thought I’d meet you.”

You giggle in response, taking another sugar cube from your other hand and giving it to the other horse. “Oh? You’ve wanted to meet me, hm?”

Her face flashed between annoyed and the mask she wore, smiling wider at you. “Oh, always. My mother adored your reality show.”

You hum as you look over your shoulder, another pair of steps heading your way before you see Finnick. “You should work on your acting skills, Everdeen,” you say, turning back and smiling at her. “And your lying skills. They may have fooled Panem, but they will never fool me.”

Finnick comes behind you just as Peeta goes behind her, Cinna already walking toward you both. “I’m sorry you both had to cancel your wedding,” you say, Finnick’s arm immediately going around your waist as he pressed a firm kiss to your jaw. “But I do thank you for it. It gave us, people who are truly in love, space to get married. I hope to see you both there.”

“Now, Y/N, play nice,” Finnick mumbles against your skin, hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing slightly as his teeth graze your cheeks. “We want alliances, darling, not enemies.”

You just giggle, leaning into Finnick’s grip, even though you could feel Katniss glaring a hole into you. You finally look at her, her jaw clenching. “How do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”

You couldn’t stop giggling around Katniss, not when she acted so serious. You put out your hand, watching as she tensed under your touch. “Finnick takes secrets as his form of payment,” you say as he finally lets go of you, leaning close to her ear. “I take bodies. And not in the way you’re thinking.” You squeeze her arm, smiling at her before turning to Peeta. “I hope to speak to you later, Peeta. You definitely seem more fun to talk to.”

You take Finnick’s hand as he leads you away, Cinna quickly coming to fix your outfits before you mount onto your carriage. “Snow wants a show,” he whispers to you both, sighing. “I have a little surprise for our Princess,” he hands you a remote, pointing at the button. “You click this here and everything will happen, alright?”

You nod, smiling as the music begins to play. “Thank you, Cinna.”

He winks at you before jumping off, Finnick quickly taking your hand as the first carriage runs out. You tap his cheek, smiling as he compliantly looks down at you, pulling him down for a firm kiss. He smiled, his hand slipping to your hip before your carriage started to move. You pull away, tongue pushing into his mouth before your carriage emerges and you pull away. You turn back just enough to stare at Peeta and Katniss, winking at them as Finnick grabs your hand.

You wait until you’re in front of Snow to press the button, loud chants of your own and Finnick’s name filling the arena until loud gasps form instead. You look down, the golden net on your body slowly extending, a flowing blue skirt blowing into the wind almost like a waterfall. It extends off the edge of the carriage, long as the cheering gets louder. Your names turned into chants until District 12 came out, but Caesar’s voice was still praising you until the parade ended.

You both walk down the hall when it ends, that was until Haymitch caught you both and introduced you to Katniss and Peeta all over again. “It’s so nice to meet you both,” Finnick says with a grin, pulling you as close as possible to himself. “I wanted to speak to you guys earlier, but my pretty fiancée did all the talking.”

You pout as his hand goes around your throat again, but lean your head back as he softly squeezed. “Forgive me if I came across rude,” you say, smiling at Katniss. “I hope we can be allies in the games.”

Katniss scoffs. “What's the point when you’ll try to kill us?”

You paused, giggling as Finnick kissed your temple. “Nicely, darling.”

“If I wanted to kill you, Katniss, you’d be dead already,” you look at Haymitch, smiling. “I would love to be allies with your tributes if you can get her under control,” turning to Peeta, you wink as Finnick’s lips kiss against your cheek. “I like the boy. He knows when to keep his mouth shut.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Haymitch nods as you offer your hand, giggling as he takes it and pressed a firm kiss to the back. “I can’t wait to see you in white at your wedding.”

“Oh, you make me swoon, Haymitch,” you say, hand grazing his cheek as Finnick winks. “Guests are required to wear black. Finnick and I will be the only ones in white, even Snow is going to wear black,” you turn to Katniss. “The Princess of Panem has many things under her control.”

“I can see that.”

You giggle as Finnick slowly lets go of your throat, your hand moving away from Haymitch to softly caress her face. She inhaled sharply as you do so, and you purse your lips. “You really need to let loose, Katniss. No one likes a stick in the mud. Finnick, let’s go make love,” you giggle as her eyes widen. “Over and over again.”

Finnick smiles as you take his hand, softly kissing Peeta’s cheek. “See you at the interviews, pretty boy.”

When you’re far enough away, Haymitch sighs. “What I would do to get a kiss from her.”

Katniss scoffs. “What’s her deal? She’s just, like-”

“A princess,” Peeta fills. “A princess of lust.”

“Oh don’t take that to heart,” Haymitch dismissed them both before turning to Katniss. “But you, you better behave. They’re your most valuable allies, Katniss. If they she wants Finnick to fuck her in front of you, let them fuck. If she wants Peeta to fuck her, let him. She’s the Princess of Panem, for fucks sake!” His voice got louder, but he inhaled deeply to calm himself down. “Her sex epitome is an act in some cases. Her and Finnick have gone through things that you are lucky you didn’t.”

Katniss scoffs. “Like what?”

Haymitch pauses, but glares at her. “You will have to speak about it with them. Now, come on, you have some other people to meet.”

You and Finnick, on the other hand, did go to fuck. Your greatest source of shared trauma became your coping skill, and even with how toxic and horrible and down right bad it was, there was nothing you both enjoyed more.

You very well could’ve been obsessed with Finnick, and him with you, but neither of you cared how unhealthy it was- you needed each other like a person needed oxygen, and without the other, you would surely go insane.

You laid on top of Finnick, kissing at his neck as his hand drew patterns along your back. “Do you think I was-”

“They’ll see the true you when the time comes,” he whispers, smiling at you. “And when they do, they’ll love you even more. I swear it.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips before someone knocked. You pull away, snuggling into his chest as he yells ‘come in’, Cinna walking in with a smile. “They’re ready and they’re perfect. Interviews are in two hours, are you both ready to get dressed?”

You hum, throwing your hair back as Finnick’s hips buck uncontrollably. “One more round, Cinna.”

He laughs. “Okay. I’m coming back in ten minutes!”

You giggled, squealing as Finnick pushed you over, pulling your legs over his shoulders. “Make it fifteen!”

When the door closes, Finnick wastes no time thrusting deeper inside of you, your eyes rolling back as you claw against the sheets. “Fuck, fuck Finnick!”

“You’re a fucking whore, asking for another round,” he basically growled as your mouth lets out loud moans, his form leaning forward to ram his cock into you at a new angle. “You knew I wouldn’t say no, didn’t you? You knew that I was going to fuck you, over and over and over.”

You nodded mindlessly, groaning into his mouth. “Yes! Yes, Finnick, I want you to fuck me. I don’t want you to stop fucking me, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re a fucking, whore,” he grunts, fingers pushing down to press into your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll back as his fingers push into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit as his fingers curl inside of you, his cock still pounding into you like a jackhammer. You were so full of pleasure, the moans you previously held back now coming out in full force, cumming on accident with a scream as his thumb pressed on your puffy clit. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You screamed out as he pulled out of you, pulling your ankles from his shoulders as he flipped you around, forcing your face into the pillows as he pushed into you again. “You’re going to cum without my permission? Without telling me? No, not on my watch. I’m going to fuck you until Cinna comes in and you’re not going to cum until that final second ticks.”

“Yes! Yes Fin, fuck!” You wailed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning loudly as his cock pushed into you before being pulled out and fucked right back into you.

“You’re such a good whore, darling. A perfect cum rag for me to fuck and fill, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Fin, I’m just here to hold your cum.” You say, groaning as his hips move faster, body bouncing on the bed and your clit rubbing against the silk sheets. How were you going to be able to not cum when he was fucking you so good?

You don’t even notice you were clenching until Finnick says something, his other hand pushing between your clit and the blanket. “You’re clenching around my cock, darling. If you cum, I’m going to fuck you on live TV. Gonna fill you up in front of Caesar’s stupid fucking face. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

His hand forced you to nod, tugging at the roots of your hair as drool ran down the side of your mouth. “Speak.”

“Yes! Yes, Fin, I’d love it, just as long as you fuck me! I promise Fin, I’ll be good!”

“Being good is not cumming until those fifteen minutes are up,” he snarls into your ear, slapping your pussy with a firm hand as he forces you on your knees. “You’re not going to listen to me, darling? That’s a bad girl, not a good girl.”

You shake your head, eager to please. “No Fin, I’ll be a good girl, I swear! I want your cum, I want to be your perfect little cum slut, please!”

He paused, his hand moving slowly as he kissed your shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling, I can’t do rough right now. Can you please just-”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Fin,” you say, turning your head enough to kiss his cheek. “Why don’t I make you cum and we get dressed, sounds good?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t need to finish, darling-”

“Do you want to finish?”

He paused, but nodded. His hips move slowly as you intertwine your hands together, kissing his neck softly as you groan into his skin. “Fuck, Fin, you feel so good.”

“You too, darling, holy shit.”

It doesn’t take him long to cum, his seed painting your insides white as he collapses on top of you, kissing your spine. “I can’t wait to marry you, Princess.”

You giggle, looking back. For a minute, you forgot you could die in the next week. “I can’t wait to marry you, my prince.”

When you both stood at the interviews, you were nervous. Finnick went first, and you watched as he spoke with Caesar effortlessly like he didn’t tell you he would fuck you on live TV earlier. The thought made you smile.

“So, after interviewing some of the other potential tributes from District 4, we got about the same answer for what you and our princess did the night the Third Quarter Quell was announced,” he starts to laugh, leaning forward to pretend to whisper. “Did you and Y/N have some… fun?”

Finnick laughs. “Yeah, Y/N and I did have some fun,” he looks over at you, winking. “But then again, when do we not?”

As much as you hated these fake personas, you couldn’t help but love it on Finnick. You loved the way he absolutely radiated confidence, especially when he spoke about you.

Caesar laughs. “My, Finnick, how forward you are! You and Y/N have always been-”

“Very open about our relationship?” Finnick filled in, smiling. “Yes, our relationship is not only our pride but-”

The crowd chants. “The Pride of Panem!”

“Oh, you are! You both are,” Caesar gets closer. “But should we be careful about letting our children watch the games, Finnick?”

You wanted to scream. Children shouldn’t even be watching the games anyways, but still, Finnick plays along. He grins, flexing his finger at Caesar to bring him closer, the mic as well. “We’ll have a safe word, Caesar. I’ll say it so that the children can leave.”

“Oh, my my! Behave yourself, Finnick, there’s children watching!” He continues to laugh before placing a hand on Finnick’s wrist. “Now, I was told you and Y/N have a bit of a… surprise for us.”

He smiled. “Oh, yes, we do. Y/N and I, we’re…” he looks over at you, exhaling. “We have two surprises.”

Two? What were your two surprises? You knew one was your wedding, but the other?

“Oh? Who doesn’t love surprises?! Now, everyone wants to know, Finnick,” the camera zooms in, Caesar’s perfect teeth smiling almost scarily. “What’s your surprise?”

“Y/N and I are getting married,” he says, cheers erupting from the crowd. “Tomorrow evening. We invite all that are able to come to celebrate with us, our only request is that you wear black,” he smiles. “The only people wearing white will be myself and my bride, as this is the happiest day of our lives.”

Caesar laughs. “Oh, how exciting! I am so excited for you, Finnick, where are the rings?!”

Finnick shook his head. “The rings are still being designed, you will see them tomorrow evening. My second surprise, though,” he looks back at you, smiling. “Is from Y/N.”

Your face scrunched. What was he doing?

“Oh? And what does the Princess of Panem have to say?” He pushed the mic closer.

“She’s with child,” Finnick starts to grin. “My child.”

You gasped, covering your mouth as the crowd went silent. Finnick’s eyes snap to yours, the smile on his face calming all your nerves until the crowd starts to boo. Your heart rate spikes, your breathing getting faster until you hear the words they say. “Stop the games! Our Princess and Prince need to see their baby!”

You exhaled shakily as Caesar laughed awkwardly. “Well, Finnick, I hope you have a great wedding tomorrow and I hope to see you there.”

“Well I’ll certainly be there, Caesar, and I hope you attend.”

He announced Finnick’s name and district before he left the stage, a large bubble filling your chest. Your head began to pound with every beat of your heart, fingernails digging so deep into your palms that you drew blood. You tried to focus on your breathing like Finnick had taught you, but nothing worked.

“Y/N, Y/N darling,” Finnick spoke, holding your cheeks. “Look at me, hey. Only a few more hours, darling, just a few more. I promise you, love.”

You nodded, inhaling deeply with him as he stroked your hair. Your eyes begin to water, but he quickly pats your cheek. “Hey, we don’t want to ruin Cinna’s makeup, do we?” As much as his tone was light and playful, it was much more serious and you both knew it.

“I'm scared, Finnick,” you whisper, inhaling shakily. “I don’t want to go out there.”

“Y/N, where are you, my princess?!” Caesar’s voice was loud, slightly worried before Finnick pressed a kiss to your painted lips. His thumb smudged the lipstick slightly, just enough to take some pigment off but still make you look perfect. “Go, darling, I’ll be right here.”

It takes him shoving you softly for you to go out, a smooth smile immediately gracing your features as Caesar ran to you. You hide your shaking hands in your dress, but Caesar kneels in front of you and offers his hand. You giggled, outstretching your arm for him to take your hand. You quickly fix your face as he kisses the back, holding back a grimace as he looks up at you. “My princess.”

You curtsy, cheers erupting from the crowd as he led you to the main platform. Your dress cascaded behind you, long pale blue that was almost white, a nod to your wedding dress that you were going to wear the next night. He held your hands high as you sat down, announcing the words, “Y/N, the Princess of Panem!”

You close your eyes as the cheers get louder than you’ve ever heard, letting your hand slowly fall to your lap as Caesar lets go. When you open them, you tilt your head back, blinking back tears with a slight sniffle.

“Y/N, darling,” Caesar switched to the mic on his collar, reaching for your hand again with a sigh. “We truly feel for you.”

No he didn’t, none of them did. Even if you were pregnant, none of them understood, none of them felt what you felt. “I’m sure you could try,” you say, sobbing erupting from the dramatics of the crowd.

Maybe there were some true feelings behind Caesar’s eyes, but you didn’t see it. “When you volunteered for Mags, did you know?”

You shook your head. “No, I didn’t. Finnick and I have been attempting to have a family since we ended our show,” you inhaled shakily. It wasn’t a lie, it really wasn’t, but even then, it was horrible. You very well could’ve been truly pregnant from the mornings you were waking up sick, but you fooled yourself into thinking it was just the nervousness of getting out back into the games. “It has to stick when we’re going to die, right?”

Caesar shook his head, his eyes watering as he squeezed your hand. “You… you should not say that,” he whispers, sighing. “You do not think you can win?”

You laughed. “Caesar, the Princess of Panem never loses,” your fake joy comes back as the crowd cheered, but then it turned into boos. “But I would love to think of names for my future child without the fear of dying.”

“One final question, Y/N,” Caesar says as the crowd quiets down. “If you would have known… would you have still volunteered for Mags?”

You smiled. “Caesar, no matter how much I want this child, if they’re not born yet, I want Finnick more. Forever and always. If Finnick goes somewhere, I'm with him,” you look back, inhaling deeply when you see his piercing cerulean toned eyes staring at you. “Until death do we part,” you raise your left hand to him, his own doing the same. “And when we meet in our next life.”

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kyuteflesh · 4 months

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price / soap / f!reader

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* soap wants u real bad + being prices property = threesome

this is just a little unfinished thought. plotting up a storm rn. unprofessional for them but let me live my fantasy pls.

⚠️: degradation, slight smut, mainly just price yapping, +18

you were the captains bitch. everyone knew that.

from the way you came out of his office stumbling, new hickeys showing up every other day.

soap had been plotting on you since day 1. unlucky for him, price got to you first. he just had the charm soap lacked ig.

was that really the case tho???? or did price just ask you out sooner?

here you were, pinned up against the wall of johnnys room. his brawny arms keeping you restricted. tonguing your mouth, wanting more.

“we can’t be doing this, johnny. if he finds out, we’re both as good as dead”

“if you would just keep it down, then he wouldn’t possi—“

that’s when a fuming price burst through the door, materials clanging so loudly against each other you were sure the knob left a hole in the wall.

soap quickly backed away from you. temperature dropping, hands clammy. looks of panic coming from both of you.

“forget to lock the door eh, mactavish? ‘m sure you won’t make that mistake again. not after i have a fuckin’ bullet going through your thick, idiotic skull.”

price approached you, you were cowering under his much taller and intimidating stature. “please don’t kill him, john. he must’ve had too much to drink- i don’t know just please!”

scowling at you, inches away from your face. you could feel the steam radiating off of him.

“don’t hurt ‘em, ey? why should i listen to a whore who can’t keep her legs closed for any man? that’s all i’m gathering out of this.” price slid his hand down your pants, running a finger between your folds.

pulling it back out, he let out a measly laugh.

soap could do nothing but nervously fiddle with his thumbs.

quite the dumbass he was, trying to enter someone else’s property. he was stuck regretting every single decision leading up to this moment.

“look at this, johnny. look at how wet youve got my little cum dump. isn’t that something?” smiling, he wiped his finger off on johnnys neck.

gulping, he finally was able to muster out a few words. “i’m so so sorry captain, sir. it won’t ever happen again i—“

“pfft, johnny, lad, you’re such a pushover. grow a pair. you wanna fuck my girl? at least let me show you how it’s done first.”

WHAT DID HE SAAAYYYY??!!!!

“what?!” you both gasped in unison.

“you heard me. now y/n,” having a seat on the bed, price started to take his dick out. it was still soft.

“make me hard. let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.” he patted his lap.

you were too stunned to speak, nervously sweating, blushing.

“are you deaf all of a sudden?” price spat out. he was losing his patience.

you quickly complied, not wanting the situation to escalate any further.

you lowered down to your knees, giving his tip a soft kitten lick. you began to take his whole length in your mouth. hollowing your cheeks as you let your tongue roam.

it was only a matter of time before you could feel him stiffening, hitting the back of your throat.

price took his attention away from you, looking up to johnny. “you want this?” he beckoned, running his hands through your hair.

johnny just nodded. ashamed of the growing erection in his pants. “come take my place then”

you were in doggy, face full of johnnys cock. pussy soon to be full of john’s cock. funny!

price gave your ass a firm smack. you were nervous. this was the first thing you’ve indulged in anything of the sort (a 3sum, that is).

johnny squeezed his eyes shut. not believing what was going on. the woman of his dreams giving him the blowjob of his life. his higher up fucking you from behind.

teetering back and forth between the two, you barely needed to put any effort in.

price was fucking you hard enough to where you didn’t need to bob your head for johnny.

it would be foolish to think that none of you were enjoying this.

you got to be used as a fuck doll by these insanely hot military men. dream come true.

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tainbocuailnge · 3 months

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i tend to hone in on the dark knight questline when it comes to translation differences in ffxiv because it has perhaps the largest difference between languages in the game, at least as far as I've seen, and it's also one of the cases where the german script (generally known for sticking pretty close to jp) also does its own thing. I actually went over the entirety of both en and de versions of it again the other day because I'd been meaning to translate it for comparison and one thing I noticed this time is that en actually has more lines, as in, optional lines when you talk to characters after they gave you the next quest objective that in german would just repeat the last line they said, in english would say something different. the journal entries changing depending on whether you have the job crystal equipped or not is also unique to the english version.

it's interesting because to me it shows that they really felt incredibly strongly about their take on dark knight and put a lot of serious effort into pulling it off. it's actually improved my opinion of english drk a little because clearly someone really believed in what they were writing here and used absolutely everything they had available to try and make it work. but even with that extra text to work with I still think the german version delivered their concept better and had a clearer vision of what they wanted to say with these quests. because the english team are just not as good at writing as they seem to think they are.

in my recent replay of stormblood in german there were so many scenes that made me think "you know what, maybe stormblood isn't as bad as I remembered it being", and then when I went to double check the english version of that scene it actually was as stupid as i remember it being. and often the thing that makes it stupid is like, lyse displaying confidence and competence in de but talking herself down in en, or yotsuyu pointing out the systematic failures that brought her where she is in de but indulging in personal sadistic tendencies in en. and making your antagonists dumber and more evil is one thing but the fact that they also made lyse sound so insecure and incompetent at so many points when she's the main character of the expansion, it's just so baffling to me. are we supposed to believe she can lead the resistance movement or not?

so knowing that de will generally be closer to jp than en is but does occasionally have major deviations of its own, and seeing all these stormblood scenes where one of the big glaring differences between en and de is that en keeps dumbing down and vilifying (female) characters that have more nuance and with it more thematic consistency in de, that leaves basically two options. either the japanese script had that nuance and the english translators were so full of misogyny that they decided to remove it, or the japanese script didn't have it either and it's the german translators that decided to not hate women actually. and while i don't know enough japanese to be sure, listening to the jp voicelines does give me reason to believe that the jp script is harsher to yotsuyu than de at various points, so it's probably a bit of both.

so, yknow, I can't make a sweeping statement of being against major script changes in localisation in general without being a hypocrite because the de script has at multiple times done its own thing in a way that i consider either an improvement or at least an interesting alternative of roughly equivalent quality. but that's also exactly what my problem with ffxiv localisation is, that when the en script has major deviations it's almost always some stupid shit like adding gendered slurs (they love calling a woman a bitch or a whore in english it gets really glaring when you start putting individual lines next to each other) and transphobia (matoya does not make fun of alphinaud looking like a girl in german) and removing instances of characters openly saying they care about something (thancred calling ryne his daughter in every language but english) and generally destroying all character voice, and when de changes things it's like, well written and makes sense even if it's different. so the en team looking down on the script theyre translating and changing it is hubristic overconfidence but when the de team does it they actually have the writing chops to back it up

#efksiv

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sgcairo · 8 months

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what are mamattores thoughts on each harbinger????? im hungry for her

She's been rotating in my brain for eons... so let's do it!

Pierro

Smash. She sees him and immediately thinks he's hot, has to physically compose herself so she doesn't start trying to flirt with him in the middle of being questioned by the Snezhnayan court. Sure, he might be the Tsaritsa's (potential) man, but she's not against sharing. In fact, she might just bag the Tsaritsa too, while she's at it. When she does flirt with Pierro, the poor man is hopelessly oblivious, thanking her for her compliments while the other Harbingers look on in disdain. Poor Mamatorre gets a little discouraged, but it's worth the blush on his face (she thinks it's cute).

Il Dottore

I mean, he's her baby so... She loves him. So much. To the point that she pulled a knife on Pantalone and threatened to cut him if he ever breaks her son's heart. That might've been overkill, but the point stands. She's the supportive evil mom, and encourages Dottore to do all the nefarious things he wants. She also advises the segments to try questionable methods of torture, which are suspiciously effective. Regardless, every time they see each other they scream, run, hug, and probably bite each other. She's always believed in her son's abilities, and she isn't about to stop now.

Columbina

Mamatorre thinks she's so pretty. If her son weren't trying to shoot his shot with a clueless banker, she would've definitely encouraged him to go after Columbina, because she is beautiful. Ah, but her son doesn't swing that way, so she'll just have to settle for having tea with the Damselette. Overall, she quite enjoys conversations with the Third over the "narrative" and gushing about Danya. The two also get up to quite a bit of mischief together, as one does when they're evil and inexplicably immortal.

Capitano

Oh, she thinks he's an absolute unit. The beefcake son she's always wanted, and quite the gentleman when she comes to visit. Capitano tends to escort her everywhere when Dottore's busy, and he's chivalrous as always. She quite enjoys his protectiveness, and she often comments that he's the "son she never had", to which the Captain's ego is inflated just a little. She admires his blades quite a bit, and if she weren't so old, she probably would challenge him to a duel, but alas, she has bad knees and he's still young and spry. Ah well, she'll just hang off his arm and pat his muscles for comfort instead.

Pulcinella

Three words: Old people gossip. These two, when put together, will not stop talking about their respective "children". While they often butt heads on whether Dottore or Childe is cuter, they agree that Danya is just the most adorable, most precious little guy ever, and will gush about him for hours. Mamatorre thinks he's a little suspicious, and probably wouldn't trust him alone with her child, but they do have their old person gossip huddle every once and a while, just because they have nothing better to do.

Scaramouche

What a little bitch, she thinks, staring blankly at him as he growls like a damn feral animal. She thinks he has rabies. Either that, or there's something profoundly wrong with him. Probably both.

Sandrone

Does not trust her. While usually she would gush about how pretty Sandrone is, there's something about her that raises Mamatorre's hackles, and she'd rather keep her at arms length, if possible. She's never outright hostile towards Sandrone, but the two being left alone together leads to an awkward atmosphere that won't leave them alone. 0/10, would not recommend.

La Signora

She never got to know her, but I just know, in my heart, that they would be the two pretty best friends.

Pantalone

He's weird, but he's kind of her future son in law, so she can't be too hard on him. Besides, he's pretty rich, and also deals in poisons, so... Okay, she likes him. She likes him a lot, actually, and the fact that he's taking care of her son and grandchild only gives him more points in her book. Sure, he rambles about economic shifts, and is chronically stressed out, but he's not the worst candidate for her son's hand in marriage, and has so much money. He also has a nice wine stash that she can steal from, so extra extra points for that.

Arlecchino

Thinks she's hot, but in a handsome way. They have a sort of comradery, both of them being parents of a sort, but also Arlecchino has the style and attitude that Mamatorre approves of. Yes, put that man in his place, you're doing amazing sweetie- Mamatorre says give this woman a medal. Arlecchino also has a pretty cool and shiny sword, which Mamatorre is a big fan of.

Tartaglia

She thinks he's funny. She's probably one of the only people that thinks he's silly, and is always delighted by his excitement for battle. He's just a goofy little guy to her, and she often treats him to traditional Sumeru dishes when she can, just because she knows he'll eat it without complaints and probably ask for more. She really unloads her motherly nature onto him, of all the Harbingers, given he's the youngest, and proudly watches him dice up enemies from the sidelines while cheering him on.

Bonus:

The Tsaritsa

Hot damn. Give her a piece of that, she'd give anything to bite the Tsaritsa, even if it's the last thing she does. It doesn't help that the Tsaritsa and Pierro are both pretty and standing next to each other all the time, so she's hit with the double whammy of attractiveness. She absolutely loves talking with the Tsaritsa, just because they can gossip and giggle about Pierro together behind his back. Once again, the poor man is too oblivious to realize what's going on, and just thinks they're talking about Capitano again...

#mamatorre #genshin impact #fatui headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #il dottore #pantalone #genshin impact oc #fatui harbingers #the tsaritsa #(subject to potential change)#tbh i love mamatorre so much #she's subverting all the evil mom tropes one by one #and trying to get in on whatever's going on between the pierro and the tsaritsa #she's the one “LET ME IN” meme

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idk6123 · 4 months

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Mistakes Were Made (Jesse Pinkman X Male Reader)

Everything is going from bad to worse. First with the making of the meth, than getting involved with Krazy 8, and later get threaten and almost killed by him and his friend, only to kidnap him and kill his friend a moment later. That brings the duo to the current day, leaving Walter and Jesse with a corpse and a hostage in the basement. The duo is furiously discussing what to do with the corpse and the living person. They’ve been so focused on the current situation, that it really snaps Walter when he hears another person.

“Jesse, I’m home!”

When he hears that, Walter only looks dazed at his coworker. “Who the hell is that?”

“That’s Y/N.” Jesse merely replies. He’s quick to get away from Walter and uses the stairs to get to the ground floor.

“Who?”

Once Jesse gets to the ground floor, he’s quick to see his boyfriend just getting home from work. “How’s work?”

“Could be better.” The man puts his bag on the ground against the wall. Then he walks over to the kitchen to grab something to drink. “You remember Gregor?”

“That bitch-ass coworker of you?”

Y/N then gets a cup of coffee. “Yeah. He was really getting under my skin today, so I spit in his coffee.”

“Good for you.” Jesse gives a prideful smile at him.

From behind Jesse, Walter walks in, standing behind him, making Y/N startle a bit until realizing who he is. “Mr. White!?”

“Y/N?” Walter is quick to put on his usual behavior. “It’s been a while.”

“It has indeed. Why didn’t you said he was here?” Y/N looks at Jesse.

“I didn’t had a chance.” Jesse says with a short laugh.

The working man hums. “What brings you here?”

“Just catching up with one of my favorite graduated.” Walter says with a forced smile as he looks at Jesse, who looks a bit awkward. “He never told me he has… uh…”

“Boyfriend.” Jesse walks over to Y/N to put an arm around his neck. “We’ve been together about 3 years.”

“Almost 4.” Y/N adds with a smile.

Walter smiles lovely, but continues to force it, not wanting to come off across that he and Jesse as a corpse and a hostage in the basement. “I always knew you two were close back in the days, but I always assumed it was a friendship.”

“So did we.” Y/N responds. “Until a certain guy got high a slipped that he finds me cute.” He looks smugly as he drinks his coffee.

Jesse points to the man next to him. “He always tells that to everyone.”

“Anyway, do you want some coffee?” Y/N offers.

“No, thank you.” Walter politely declines. He then looks at Jesse. “Can we continue to talk privately?”

“Sure.”

Jesse gives one quick smile before following Walter to the other room. Once there, Walter drops his smile without hesitation.

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“You never mentioned you were living with someone.”

Jesse scoffs, as they continue whisper shout to each other. “Like you told everything to me.”

“Jesse, don’t you realize the situation we’re in?”

“Like I did get a choice in this? Where else do we put a dead guy and some psychopath? At your place? Wonder what ‘Skyler White, yo’, would think.”

Walter sighs, putting a hand on his head. “Just make sure he doesn’t get involved with this and get rid of that corpse.” Before he walks away, he gets back to say one thing to Jesse. “And maybe get some sleep pills. If Krazy 8 makes a ruckus, I doubt he would like to know his boyfriend has a man in his basement.”

Jesse let out a sigh, feeling constantly stress that he get from Walter. Both men get to the kitchen, with a smile back on Walter’s face.

“I got a call and I need to go, but I will swing by next time.”

“Oh. Alright.”

“We can catch up next time.” Walter says with a smile. “Good luck, the both of you.” He specifically looks at Jesse with the last part. “Have a good day.”

The two man leads Walter to the exit.

“Until next time, Mr. White.” Y/N smiles at Walter leaving, while the man next to him only give a glare at him. That’s when Y/N gets back to the kitchen to drink his coffee, with Jesse standing next to him. “How nice of him to swing by. How’s he?”

“Good.” Jesse coldly replies. Before his boyfriend can ask for an explanation for the odd reply, the man gets behind him and hug him. “Hey, there is something I need to say to you.” Jesse begins to whisper lovely into Y/N’s ear. “For our 4 year anniversary, I planned something special, but it’s a surprise.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Jesse tries his best to give his smoothest voice. “It resolves me, you, and lots of sex.”

“And what makes this time so special?”

“That’s a surprise.” Jesse says with a mischievous smirk. “All I can say that the basement is going to be wild. Though there is something I need from you.”

“And that is?”

“Don’t get in the basement.” Jesse knows he successfully lied his way as he sees his boyfriend smiles. “I planned many new and fun things, but I want to see your first reaction.”

“Sure thing. I stay away from the basement, or rather future sex dungeon.”

“That’s my good boy.” Jesse then gives kisses Y/N’s neck for a bit, completing his lie. As Y/N enjoys the pleasure he receives, Jesse stops for a moment. “I need to… work on the surprise, but I can give you a snippet tonight.”

“You sure you’re not also a sex addict?”

Jesse chuckles lovely. “I don’t see the problem with it.” He gets himself off his boyfriend and get to one of the cabinets to snatch a bottle of sleeping pills. Afterwards, he walks towards the basement. Y/N saw what he grabbed and merely wonders what sleeping pills has to do with Jesse’s idea.

It has been a weird couple of days. Walter is visiting often, way too often to make Y/N question if there is an alternative motive besides catching up. He hasn’t asked anything yet to Jesse, but the man knows it’s inevitable. It doesn’t help that there is a corpse slowly rotting in the basement. Not only that, Krazy 8 is still alive and get constantly put to sleep when Y/N is home, which is the biggest threat for Jesse. To his luck, Y/N fully believes Jesse when he shared his fake plan, that he now needs to make real.

However, today is the day that they deal with at least one of their problems, getting rid of the corpse. It was the perfect moment. Y/N is at work, allowing Jesse to freely move the dead body. Everything has been going perfectly. The body is in the bathroom. He has the acid. Now only to put the corpse in the bathtub, put the acid, let nature do its work, clean the remaining parts. All gone, no sign someone dead, and one less problem Jesse has to deal with. Until fate decided to give him more problems.

“Makes perfect sense. Let’s completely screw up your house so you never wanna spend night int it. Sure. You know, why not?” Jesse vents as he removes the garbage bag from the corpse. Afterwards, he puts it in the bath. The pale dead guy is in the tub, Jesse begins to exceed his plan. “Yeah, and how’s about I send over my psycho-bitch wife to, you know, break your balls and threaten you? God, that would be hilarious, you know.” As he begins to put on the yellow suit, he gets startled when he hears a familiar voice.

“I’m home!”

Jesse’s eyes went wide open. He quickly throws the suit on the side and sprint to the door to lock it. He can already hear the footsteps getting closer.

“Jesse, where are you? I need someone to bitch to!”

“I’m in the bathroom!” Jesse yells. As he deals with this situation, he thinks of a way to remedy the situation.

He hears the footsteps standing in front of the door. “I fucking hate Gregor. That fucker created a rumor that made me send home.” He tries to open the door. “Jesse, I would feel better to rant in front of your face.”

“Uh…” Jesse quickly thinks of an excuse. Then he notices the toilet, knowing the perfect excuse. “I got a bad case of diarrhea, man.”

Y/N cringes at hearing this. “Goddamn Mexican food…” He mutters. “You need some medicine?”

“No, thanks.” That’s when Jesse needed to add one thing to ensure Y/N won’t discover the truth. “Maybe it’s better you don’t use the toilet for a while…”

“Jesus, Jesse!” Y/N says with disgust. “You better clean it up!”

“I sure will.” Jesse responds as he looks at the dead guy. That’s when he hears the footsteps walking away, making Jesse let out a sigh of relief. “Too close.” That’s when he recontinues his work, unaware that this will be the downfall of all the lies he build.

After completely destroying a corpse, Jesse thought it’s a good idea to get a smoke. Y/N, who’s behind his laptop in the living room, notices how tense he is, but he allows Jesse to process things first before talking about it. So, he just continues working. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jesse smokes away. Suddenly, a door opens, with Walter entering the kitchen. The two begin arguing, all the while the other man in the building unaware about it since he’s listening to his favorite tunes. This continues for a few seconds.

“Try dragging 200 pounds of stink up a flight of stairs. I barely got him in the bathtub.”

As Jesse complains to Walter, Y/N removes his headphones to walk around for a bit. As he does, he gets in the hallway, noticing something dripping from the ceiling.

“Bathtub, what…? What do you mean, bathtub?”

“Yo, Jesse! There’s a leak!” Y/N comments as he steps closer to the liquid, noticing that’s red.

“Another thing. Why you got me running around town trying to find some stupid piece of plastic when I have a perfectly good tub I can use?”

“Jesse! Why is there blood coming out of the ceiling!?”

Walter can’t believe the situation he’s in. “Oh, god.” He walks away to the hallway.

Jesse follows him. “Hey. hey!”

Walter is the first one to see Y/N’s back, seeing him looking worried and confused why there’s blood leaking from the ceiling. He then looks at the floor, seeing smoke coming from it. Jesse soon joins him. As they watch what’s going on, Walter knows it’s inevitable until Y/N discovered the truth. As the man wanted to get his hand out to catch one of the droplets, Walter stops him.

“Y/N.” The man turns around, wondering why Walter is here. “Step away.”

“S-Sorry?”

Right before it all goes down, Walter runs to Y/N and grabs his arm. With one shake, he pulls the man towards him to the back of the hallway. As Y/N falls on his back, the group sees a chunk of the ceiling falling on the floor. Blood splatters get everywhere and to top it off, gore joins the floor a second after. As the three watches with mouth’s open, blood continues to pour down. When it all appears to be over, Walter walks further to see the bathtub through the hole.

In the background, Jesse helps the shocked Y/N up. “Y/N, you alright?”

“I…” Not knowing how to respond, he remains looking at the blood. “How…?” With small steps, he joins Walter to view the damage. He only looks back at Jesse as he connects the events.

Seeing his face, Jesse knows he’s caught. “I can explain.” That’s when Y/N quickly run to the basement. “Wait! Wait!” Jesse follows him, trying to stop him. However, once the other man gets to the basement, he opens the door and quickly get down the stairs to see a man tied to a pole, merely looking at him. With another half-open mouth, Y/N looks back at the entrance where Jesse is standing.

“I can explain.”

“Jesse, there is a guy in the basement and what the fuck even happened with THAT!?”

“Y/N, please-” The shocked man quickly gets pass Jesse to use the stairs to get away from Jesse. “Y/N!” Jesse calls out his name as he follows him. All the while, Walter merely looks smugly at the junkie.

“I’m sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes. That stupid plastic container I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won’t eat through plastic. It will, however, dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic. So there’s that.”

Jesse merely looks at Walter with a deadpanned stare. “Wow, what a fun fact. Tell it to my traumatized boyfriend who may call the cops on our asses!”

With that, he leaves Walter and uses the stairs to get upstairs. As Jesse calls out his boyfriend’s name, he looks through different rooms. He quickly discovers that he’s in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking distraught.

“Y/N.” Jesse closes his door behind him and slowly walks over to him. “Please, please, let me explain.”

“You know what? I knew right before we started dating that this wasn’t going to be easy, and I was fine with that, because I love you. I was fine with you having a troubled relationship with your parents, because I get it. I was fine with your drug abuse, because I believed if I was by your side, maybe you could use a little less and stop the heavy ones. But never did I expect…” Y/N is looking for the right words, though not knowing what. “This shit!”

Jesse is quick to sit besides the upset man. “Look, this is the last thing I wanted. You can blame Mr. White for this shit.”

“He did this?” Y/N says with doubt. “Our boring chemistry teacher.”

“Turns out the boring chemistry teacher can make top quality meth.” Jesse drops the bomb, making Y/N surprised by the fact. Then he merely continues venting. “Not just that, he’s a manipulative son of a bitch that makes me care of the dead guy he killed, and then have the other guy locked up in MY basement, because how bad if his bitch of a wife discovers he’s Mr. Future-drug-overlord. Meanwhile, it’s fine that the guy I love discovers what we’re doing.”

It takes a couple of seconds until Y/N fully processed the situation. “…You’re saying this is all because him?”

“Damn right!”

He didn’t even considered the repercussions until Y/N stands up and storms out of the room. As Jesse follows his boyfriend, he can see how mad he is.

“Walter!” The chemistry teacher is a little bit off guard when he hears Y/N yelling. Once he sees him downstairs, he can see a death glare that reaches his soul. “You got some nerve brining Jesse in this mess!”

“Last time I check, this wouldn’t have happened if he just bought a plastic-”

“Not this!” Y/N gestures to the broken ceiling. All the while, Jesse is standing beside him, never seeing him so angry before. “The drug dealing! About the fact you killed someone and kidnap someone else!”

“It was self-defense.”

“I really need more context to that, buddy.”

Walter sighs, gesturing him to talk down. “We just wanted to sell what we’ve made. They came back with Jesse and threaten our lives-”

“Sorry, ‘they came back with Jesse’?” Y/N repeats. “You’re saying it was Jesse that tried to sell it? Just him?”

Walter remains quiet, thinking how to diffuse it, but Jesse doesn’t get him covered. “Yeah, he did.”

Y/N then gives an even scarier glare at Walter. Before doing anything rational, he merely gives him a creepy smirk. “Mr. White, you’re lucky I knew you back in the days where you were clearly saner, so I give you a deal. You clean this mess up, cover all of the damages, fix whatever that is in the basement and leave me and my boyfriend alone forever. Or I can call the cops, get my boyfriend in jail, but because I feel spiteful, gladly snitch on you too. Go to your wife to tell the news Mr. Chemistry teacher is also Mr. Methy teacher and watch how disappointed she is in you as she cries her tears out like a spoiled child that don’t get their candy!”

Never did Walter expected how threatening Y/N can be when he gets his buttons pressed too much, but honestly, he can’t blame him. So, he merely complies, even if he doesn’t get an other choice. “Alright.”

“And remember, after this.” Y/N waves his finger around the area. “I want you nowhere me, Jesse, or our property, or I get something more than just a restraining order. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

With that, Y/N walks away, back upstairs. Jesse merely follows him, as he reenters the bedroom again, seeing Y/N letting out a tired sigh.

“I’m sorry I’ve put you up this.”

“Next time, don’t be an idiot and start making drugs, especially with people like him.” Y/N tiredly says.

“I promise.” Jesse assures. He walks over to Y/N to hug him from behind. This question has been in his mind, and he’s even scared to ask it. But he has to know. “…You’re not breaking up with me?”

“…No.” Jesse instantly feels more relieved at hearing that. “You’re lucky you didn’t had any malicious intent with this shit.”

“Do you want to call me a dumbass?”

“Yes. You’re a dumbass, Jesse.” At hearing that, Jesse can’t help but laugh a bit. “But you have to promise me, this is never going to happen again.”

“I promise, I will never meet up with Mr. White.”

“Not just that.” Y/N continues. “I know I said it before about the drugs, but now I have to constantly think there may be some junkie that is after you, I don’t think it’s best to associate with this shit.”

Jesse quietly hums. “I understand. I throw mine remaining stash and get myself into rehab.”

Y/N is surprised he’s willing to go along with him, especially how quick he agreed. “You’re fine with that?”

“Let’s just there is someone I love more than drugs.” Jesse turns Y/N around, both men facing each other. “And after he accepted all the baggage I got and now I have, I think he deserves to be entitled for a change.” He says with a smile, causing Y/N to smile.

“I don’t want to be in a relationship that makes demands.”

“I know, but this I understand. Just know, even though I’m saying now that I quit, I know… probably the next day, that I want something to sniff. Just give me some time to adjust to this, alright?”

“I’m fine with that.”

#breaking bad #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x male reader #breaking bad x male reader

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sidehowriting · 9 months

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Here's a rough rough draft of something I'm working on. Since there's next to nothing with Gideon I figured I'd share and that gives me the motivation to keep writing lol. *also posted on my OG post as a reblog*

The sun was warm against your skin. The grass softer than you expected. Of course, that was on you for not thinking the Gemstone's kept their grass immaculate. Regardless, the sun and the grass and Gideon next to you made you feel relaxed and at ease.

"I can't tell you the last time I just… laid in the grass for fun!" You nearly giggled.

"Can you tell me the last time you were on Go Karts?" Gideon asked.

"Nope!"

The breeze was gentle as it swept over you. Closing your eyes, you exhaled. Breathing in, well, everything.

"Y/N?" Gideon's voice brought you back.

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you're here."

You peaked open your eyes, turning your head to the side to look at him. The brightness of the sun brought out his blue of his eyes. His hair looking even sandier. Every single freckle noticeable.

"I am too."

"I'm sorry it's under these circumstances."

You shrugged. "It's alright." It wasn't though. You knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. But at this particular moment, the how and why didn't matter. This moment was all that did. "I just missed you." You blinked nice and long. Mind running back to one of the last times you saw Gideon.

The after party was already in full swing when you arrived. You wanted to be fashionably late but maybe this was a bit too much. Brooke was already hammered when you found her.

"Hey, bitch!" She slurred, draping a long arm around you. "We've been doing shots!"

You laughed, putting your arm around her waist. "I can see that!"

"There's plenty more!" Her free arm held a red solo cup and you knew that that contained some incredibly strong mixed drink. You took the cup from her and took a sip. Yep. The rum and coke (mostly rum) burned in the best way.

You passed her back her drink. "Guess who's been asking about you?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Gideon?"

"No." She stumbled as she lead you to where the shots were. "Randy."

That was more disappointing than Gideon not asking about you. "Oh," you mustered.

"He just can't take a hint."

"No, he cannot."

"How many times has he asked you out?"

"Like seven."

"Jesus fucking christ what a- oh! Shots"!

One of the other girls you worked with on the movie - Heather? Halle? Harlow? - had a full tray of shots she was carrying around.

"Brooke! Y/N! Here!" She thrusted the tray towards the two of you. You grabbed one, feeling bad she remembered your name and you didn't.

"Thanks!" You and Brooke both said. You raised the small glasses in the air, a cheers to another successful movie and to each other, before knocking them back. Ah, straight vodka.

Finding a flat, uninhabited surface, you placed the shot glass down. Heather/Halle/Harlow had already walked away with the tray. She was off in the distance, offering them to more party goers.

"Have you seen Gideon at all?" You asked, not yet feeling the buzz of the alcohol but you knew it was coming.

"Um," Brooke though, taking a sip of her drink. "Like when I first got here. Like an hour ago?"

"Was he with anyone?"

She shook her head, drinking more. "I don't think so."

You reached out towards her and she passed you her cup again. Now, there wasn't much left so you downed it. "I'm gonna find him."

"And tell him you're in loooooove?" She teased.

You shoved the now empty cup back at her, trying unsuccessfully to hide the smile from your face. "I don't love him," you said.

"Suuuuuuure."

"I just, sorta, like him a lot."

"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm."

"Fuck off, Brooke."

"Whatever," she said, laughing as she walked away. Leaving you alone to find Gideon Gemstone.

Thankfully, the alcohol started to do its job. The warmth was spreading through your body and you cared less and less about what you said to Gideon. Something about your feelings for him. Something before he runs off with Scotty. Fuck, you might just kiss him.

Unfortunately, that was not what Fate had intended. The room you found him in wasn't crowded and that seemed to be the intended goal. He was there with Heather/Halle/Harlow nestled in a corner. Their faces glued together and hands roaming everywhere on each other.

Well fuck. Goddammit. Son of a bitch.

You definitely needed more to drink.

Once again, Fate took that into its own hands. "Hey, Y/N." Randy approached you with two red solo cups in his hands. You tried to ignore him, the sadness eating away at your insides. Fuck, after months and months of working with Gideon, hanging out, growing closer, this happens. He's making out with Heather/Halle/Harlow.

"Y/N!" Randy persisted. "Care for a drink?"

Fuck it. Why not? What could go wrong?

"Missed you too," he said, bringing you from your memories.

Another comfortable silence fell between you two. As you turned your head back up to the sun, you stretched out your arms. Your hands running through the grass.

"You know," he said, looking at you again. "You can stay with us, with me, as long as you like."

Tiny tingles erupted from where his fingers now touched yours in the grass. Not quite holding hands, but not not holding hands. Enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," you said, eyes connecting. "I really appreciate that."

This moment was nothing but Gideon Gemstone and you. Simply being. And that was enough for you.

#gideon gemstone #gideon gemstone x reader #gideon gemstone fic #the righteous gemstones #the righteous gemstones fic #kelvin gemstone #jesse gemstone #judy gemstone

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ryuttaeng · 2 years

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can i request a part 3 to the ryujin hate sex series? maybe where ryujin and reader pretend to still hate each other for the girls and secretly fuck because they know them lowkey hating each other isnt as bad as coworkers dating

part 1 | part 2

pairing: ryujin x 6th member!reader

summary: pretending to still hate each other seemed to you both more attractive than revealing about your relationship to your members, acting is your strong point, not telling them the truth.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. fingering, praising, swearing, they act awkward as girls walked in, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut

your breathing gets heavier as ryujin adds third finger inside, as she fucked you against a wall in practice room while other girls went to the cafeteria. “fuck, oh my god, ryujin!” you half moaned half screamed, as ryujin also worked on your clit, making you squirm. “you’re close, baby?” you quickly nodded, letting out a whimper, as ryujin fastened her thrusts in.

feeling the heat building up in your stomach, you closed your eyes, as ryujin whispered in your ear praises, pumping in faster. “you’re so pretty and all of this for me only…” you quickly glanced at the door knob before pushing away ryujin from you.

all of the girls entered the room, looking at you both, as your heavy breathing remained. “what happened?” yeji asked, as you and ryujin looked at her, replacing your embarrassed expression with a disgust towards each other.

“nothing, unnie, just this… bitch can’t control her emotions.” you said, surprising not only yeji but ryujin too. she looked at you confused by your word, but quickly gathered up. “you just called me a ‘bitch’?” ryujin asked, seemingly wanting to call you out.

already had enough, yeji shook her head. “no- you two should clarify your relationship between each other somewhere else, just not in front of us! we’ve already had enough from your arguments.” yeji snapped at you both, making you both leave the practice room.

surprised, yet not impressed, you grabbed your girlfriends hand, leading her somewhere where you could continue what you started. closing the door, ryujin kissed you, receiving a moan from you. pulling down your sweatpants, it wasn’t a problem for ryujin to let sunk in two fingers in your dripping cunt.

you let out a moan, making ryujin smirk, as she picks up her pace, thrusting in harder than previous time. “fuck, you’re so sweet when it comes to your pleasure, princess.” ryujin whispered, receiving a whimper from you. you nod quickly as her breathing gets heavier.

“oh- oh my god!” you moaned, as you felt heat building up once again, making you to jerk your hips, probably looking so desperate for your release in ryujin’s eyes. “cum, babe.” ryujin said, as you felt yourself reaching your climax, covering your mouth to cover your moan. she slowed down her thrust, but still let you ride out your orgasm, peeling out her fingers few moments later.

helping you to pull up your sweatpants along with underwear, ryujin kissed you, before winking and opening the door. she held your hand as you two looked at each other before you entered practice room.

yeji’s head turned to your direction, asking. “and?” “everything is fine, unnie. we agreed to not argue with each other. for today at least.” ryujin said, slyly smiling, as you tried your best to keep your expression blank.

sighing, yeji nodded, before she announced that you can go back to practicing, as ryujin turned around, winking at you, before putting on her emotionless mask, making you snort and roll your eyes.

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin x reader #ryujin x female!reader #ryujin smut

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wyrmalien · 1 year

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House vs House. Who wins

THIS IS SO HARD YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

In the barebones. House wins. because the original House (and all subsequent adaptations) don't actually go beyond "fucked up ceiling", in fact most don't even go beyond "this corner has 3 angles. creepy!" House is established as an IMMENSE superstructure that will drive you mad from the dark and the space and the impossible-ness of it alone. There is no Keziah Mason or ultimate sacrifice, there is just the house. And as HoL says, "God's a house. Which is not to say that our house is God's house or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God." Also HoL is written infinitely better than any existing witch House adaptations that's just a fact as much as I desire to change that

In my heart, of course, the House is sooooooo much more fucked up. my mind still battles between "impossible rooms that span for miles and contain other rooms" and "this House is made of meat and bleeds and if you press your hand to the wall its warm and you can hear it breathing". Is the House Azathoth or Nyarlathotep to me? yes and no. my relationship with it is complicated. I need each of my ideas to be made into a cabinet of curiosities-esque miniseries but of different, valid witch House interpretations. u understand. in my heart I favour the House because I have insane autism about this shitty little story. I also personally enjoy the characters that inhabit the House more than the characters who inhabit and are involved with the house.

Now if we're pitting two bad bitches against each other in a fight I have no idea which house would win against the other. The house is dark, endless, and there is a physical darkness that injures Johnny at one point that could be the house or something that resides in the house. this house hates you. The House is also endless, but only around May Eve to me. The House grows and gets Worse as Walter gets Worse; it's angles sag and twist as Walter grows more fatigued, and the wood fades as his hair loses its colour from the stress. The House and Walter (and to an extent all its inhabitants) are intertwined on a metaphorical level. The House also acts as an intersection between reality and the higher dimensions, by its very nature it si a gateway and a place where the veil is so thin Walter can be heard through the walls. Both are very old, the house has hallways made of stone that is as old as the Appalachian mountains and the House contains dimensions that lead to the homes of the forgotten Elder Things. Both are fucked up. Both, it could be argued, are Gods. I think if you put them in a ring to fight it out they would have fucked up house sex.

The house fucking hates you but I'm not sure about the House yet. it hates you. it loves you. it's an animal. uncertain. if we're being funny it Despises Elwood and enjoys mildly inconveniencing Walter. God dammit I wish the cabinet witch House had done so much more with it

Mythos friends mutals and strangers please share your fucked up house thoughts, ideas, headcanons, etc in the reblogs or replies I love architectural horror and I love seeing lots of takes on it :)

#this shit was so haed to format on mobile. but colour :)#house of leaves #the dreams in the witch house #cthulhu mythos #asks #THANK U FOR THE ASK REV ACTIVATING MY AUTISM!!!!!!!!!!

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messinwitheddie · 3 months

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1:Whatever happened to Yeet after Tallest Purple died? Where was she?

2:Cini doesn’t it burn when you let smoke go through your eyes? Why not blow it out?

3:Does Tak have a scar on her abdomen? What happened there?

4:Who would look best in a two piece swimsuit? Tallest Dava? Kii or Miyuki?

5:Dib’s son had kids, right? The twin babies?

6:Hows the professor coming along?

All very good questions, which is why I feel obligated to warn everyone cringe, self-indulgent answers are ahead.

1. Yeet ends up deserting the Irken empire altogether for Mem's hive. She agrees to let Zim downgrade her PAK, severing herself from the CB's core collective. She stays in Mem's hive and continues to perform lookout/ guard duties as well as assist Purple with certain everyday tasks, as he is rendered disabled after being cut off from things like his hovor belts/ smart gauntlets (hence why he often walks with a cane after being de-measured. The measuring process is very damaging to the body.)

Yeet also volunteeres to lead an exploration expedition across Mem's mystery planet to help gather information about the surface beyond Mem's hive's known territories. She helped Zim, Dib and Reg draw accurate maps and extensively document the flora and fauna of the continent the hive occupies and eventually the whole planet.

In between expeditions, Yeet volunteers to bodyguard the Resisty-serving Cantina Gir (or frylord “Gorr-May" as he is eventually knighted after earning the title of Frylord in his own right) secretly opens on Mem’s mystery planet. Gir/Gorr-May is only able to sneak away and cook at the cantina occasionally, as the CB full system takeover puts him/ his employees at a huge risk. His apprentice, Mem's daughter, Vicious, does most of the cooking for the cantina.

Yeet provides Mem's hive with a much needed boost in silk, as her “condition" never improves, so she volunteers her time to silk spinning, laundry and mending clothes. She makes dolls for the smeets/ other infant species in her spare time. Yeet enjoys much more meaningful enrichment after joining Mem's hive. She stays active, happy and very much appreciated there, even if her and Gir/Gorr-May never have a swarm of their own (a mutual agreement between the two if them.).

Where Yeet is exactly when Purple dies, is not yet determined. She is very upset when she discovered he had passed. She mourned him deeply; Purple was one of her best friends, despite everything. He even officiated her and Gir's union.

2. Cini has a bad habit of holding in when he puffs on his amber pipe because he believes the old superstition that doing so will increase the effects of the amber (somehow smoke is able to pass through Irken tear ducts in my personal head canon. This is unhealthy and unnecessary. Do not hold in smoke. Don’t smoke in general, in case any minors are ignoring my blog boundaries lol).

3. Tenn (whispering) “That's just a prominent stretch mark from our pregnancies. She's a little bitter. Mine all faded before hers, so just don’t bring it up. She trained our swarms to attack on command.”

Tak “I can hear you over there!”

4. Why do you have to pit 3 bad bitches against each other? ^0

5.You know what? I cannot for the life of me find the drawing you are referring to. Slowly but surely , I'm organizing my drawing room, but have yet to come across it. It is lost in tumblr limbo for sure.

I changed the story around since drawing/ posting that.

Reg temporarily cuts ties with both the Membrane and Van Verminstrasser families while in college during his early to mid 20’s. He goes through a whole para-spiritual/ environmental extremist fase. Part of the reason he joins Dib on his second trip to Mem's planet is to dodge arrest for “acts of environmental terrorism" in several countries. At some point in that time frame Reg sires a daughter, Prisha, shortly after his baby sister, Wyn, is born. (Dib and Mabel struggle to have a child for years before Mabel agrees to use ML’s cloning facilities. It's a whole thing. Yes, Dib is VERY upset he missed the birth of his grandchild.)

(Wyn and Prisha grow up to be close friends. Prisha regularly guest stars on Wyn's reboot of "Probing the Membrane of Science" show.

Reg and Prisha's life research/ field work is a major reason why Dib's great(s) grandson, Dro's generation of humans can still breathe clean air/ drink fresh water on Earth in the distant future.)

Dib is most likely holding both his daughter and granddaughter in that drawing. He and Reg slowly repair their bond, to the whole family ‘s/ Zim's relief.

6. Prof Membrane is very much enjoying his retirement by living his lifelong dream of exploring/ researching the uncharted depths of the earth's oceans. Dib is proud of his dad and extremely happy for him, but at the same time is constantly nervous something will go wrong and personally checks in on the Prof's research team/ inspects the equipment involved in the expedition.

[Slowly but surely I will start answering asks again soon. Been working on other things. Sorry...]

#invader zim #18-years-later #distant future #au #dib #prof membrane #tallest miyuki #irken #ocs #yeet #dava #kii

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robinofinashiro · 2 years

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“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

characters/fandom: giorno giovanna / jjba

request status/note: closed / god giorno is just (chefs kiss) but if this sucks im trying so hard to getting back to writing so dont crucify me for it lmaoo

pronouns: she / her

you and narancia walked inside the loud club immediately dancing to the rap music playing in the background. the club was known for locals/foreigners to attend and with that usually meant shady business happening underneath it all.

the music had you distracted, same went for narancia as bruno whispered to you both to pay attention. you gave bruno a pleading look, trying to contain yourself to the level of professionalism that was required for all of you. it was harder than it looked when it was a song you and narancia constantly listened too.

"might as well let them enjoy themselves, we could benefit from them blending in with the crowd," mista inquired. bruno knew he held a point as you and narancia continued to sing to each other, "two bad bitches like i'm sha-sha-shabba ranks!" he heard you scream along with the crowd.

giorno couldn't help but stared at you amused. he knew you were the extroverted kind but he never saw you in this particular setting before. you and narancia were very outspoken and loud mouthed individuals but one thing he hated about that was how close you were to him and mista at times.

you were closest to them and sometimes he took that as you liking them. it was no secret to the rest of gang that giorno saw you in a romantic way but his very reserved nature stopped him from ever confessing his feelings to you.

"so, what's the plan?" you asked giorno and bruno. he saw the stares you were getting from others as well as the chemistry you were having with narancia earlier and remained silent for a second, "how comfortable are you with dancing with narancia?" he asked.

you stared at him, not knowing what to say. you were close with narancia but you saw him as a brother more than anything.

"dancing like?" you asked with your voice trailing off in confusion, "like that," he stated pointing out a very drunk couple dancing against each other. narancia stared at him in surprise, "like we're a couple?" he yelled.

you sighed not believing what bruno was saying, "i mean, that's as far as we're getting bruno. anything other than that and we're having a stand off," you replied. bruno chuckled but thanked you for going beyond your boundary just this once, "what about you narancia?" he asked. the purpled haired boy agreed almost instantly.

"oh god this is going to be embarrassing," you whispered to him. narancia agreed as he offered you his hand. you took it hesitantly and let him lead you to the dance floor. you couldn't help but wonder what this would even have to do the current mission all of you were on but you didn't want to question bruno or giorno in this situation.

what once was started playing through the speakers as bruno told the rest of the gang the instructions on getting information of the rival gang. they needed to know who was the asshole causing so much destruction to one particular part of naples. a part where passione had connections too.

"do you ever think that giorno and bruno put us in these situations so we don't fuck something up?" you asked narancia. the two of you stared at each other before letting out a belting laugh, "i wouldn't blame him but come on, we're useful for some stuff," you added on.

as you and narancia continued to talk, all that was left at the entrance of the club was giorno and mista who were keeping a look out for anything that could harm you and narancia or fugo and bruno. he didn't exactly like that he was on protective services given that he knew you and narancia could hold your own but protecting you was his second biggest rule.

"man, you have desperation written all over your face," mista said through soft chuckles. giorno gave his partner a look of confusion, "you might have everyone but me fooled. you like her and i'm beginning to think that it might be more than just that," he continued.

giorno didn't say anything for a moment.

"what made you come to that conclusion?" giorno finally asked. mista gave him a quick look, "listen, whenever we aren't working, i always see you staring at her. whenever im around her or in this case narancia, you get this mean jealous look on your face so it's pretty safe to assume that you at least hold some romantic feelings for her."

giorno never realized that mista was so quick to pick up on social cues but given that he was also one of the more extroverted and friendly ones in the group, he knew he couldn't lie to him so openly without getting caught.

"when are ya going to confess your feelings to her? i'm sure she'd return them," giorno was a bit taken back by the sudden question. he knew he wouldn't be handle the feeling of rejection, especially since the two of you worked together, "she won't return the feelings," giorno stated.

mista groaned in annoyance.

"there's no harm in asking especially if i know she would probably accept whatever it is you tell her."

before the covnersatoin could continue, bruno had called in for your help, "he have him cornered and we need you. i think you could make him weak," bruno whispered in your ear. you rolled your eyes knowing exactly where this was going. you hated when bruno put you in these borderline sexual situations especially in front of the team. you knew he'd never put any of the boys in situations like this.

"you said you'd never make me do this again," you told bruno with anger rising in your eyes. bruno gave you a sheepish smile, "im sorry but he's a weak one. from today on, i'll never make you do it again." you stared at him before punching him straight in the arm.

"the last time and if you dare to put me in this situation again i swear on my dead grandfathers grave i'll make giorno the leader of this damn mafia before you can say your own name."

mista, narancia, and giorno albeit very silently started laughing at the way you were lecturing bruno. they all knew that you were the only one who could get away with it without hearing a mouthful back from him. you slammed the door open, staring down at the roped up man who was now screaming into the piece of rope to release him.

"come on, you stopped a woman from dancing to get this small bit of information from you. was that really necessary?" you asked him, staring at him with wide and seemingly innocent eyes. the man stared down at you as if you were a piece of meat to him.

you took the rope out of the mans mouth and stood in front of him, "well, how much harm could you do to just tell us where your boss is located?" the man licked his lips, "that mouth works wonders, i bet. those men around you must know what it feels like." your eyes widened at what he was insinuating.

"bruno i'm going to kill him if i don't leave right now," you said deadly serious. bruno saw the rage in your eyes but before he could step in, giorno had done it first, "were you not taught any manners? it's despicable to speak about a woman like that," giorno said putting his hand on the mans neck.

the man started to choke instantly as you gave him an evil smirk, "do it gio," bruno scoffed, pulling the two of you out, "now i really think it's time you tell us before they find your body laid on this ground in a few hours," bruno exclaimed.

you three stared the man down as he tried to wiggle away but realize that he really only had two options open. he could either tell the location or die by bruno's hand and death did not sound too pleasing.

"if you leave her and i for just a few minutes alone i promise i'll give her more than what you're asking."

you pushed the two taller men behind you, instantly pulling up your sleeve, "okay so you choose death. weird way to die but it's not something i'm not used to doing," you said immediately taking out the gun from the back of your skirt.

everyone realized that you weren't joking when you said you weren't above killing him as you shoved the gun inside his mouth, "now give me the damn location or i'll make a painting out of the bits of your brain on the wall," the man was now shaking in his chair as he pleaded for you to let him go.

"north of naples!" he screamed, "santoro street," he added on. you gave him a smile before pointing the gun down to his foot and getting a perfect shot making him scream in pain. bruno didn't think you were this trigger happy.

all of you realized that the club was now going crazy in commotion after the sound of your shot rang off. you opened the window quickly jumping out of it as the others followed along. bruno sighed, "we could have left the club peacefully," he stated. you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you were not in any mood to be dealing with his side remarks.

"what's it to you? you weren't the one getting sexualized here. i'm trying to do my damn job, not get thrown around like some gang slut and it's clear that dumbass wasn't the only one who thought of me in that way," you spat as you continued to run alongside giorno. the gang remained silent knowing you had a point. passione, excluding trish, had never had a female member before and it wasn't exactly subtle that bruno constantly put you in these sexual situations in order to get information out of people.

bruno didn't respond but as all of you went back to the restaurant, you were now a lot more quiet than usual. you put your jacket down on the couch before heading to your room. you were in no mood to be dealing with anyone or their attitudes.

"woah," narancia said, letting out a big sigh to defuse any kind of uncomfortable tension, "she's a member just like any one of us are and it's becoming evident that she's not comfortable doing interrogations like that anymore," giorno stated looking at bruno dead in the eyes, "you promised her you'd never make her do that again and now you not only upset her but made her question her ability as a member to this gang."

bruno sighed, "i never realized she was that upset with it," giorno hated getting into altercations especially in front of others but you more than once mentioned to bruno how much you hated being in sexualized situations, "this isn't the first time she's mentioned it. if we lose her because of this, it's entirely your fault and no one else's."

you were standing at the end of the hallway, a small teary eyed smile appearing on your face as you heard what giorno was saying. you knew giorno was very protective over you but you never thought he'd ever tell bruno off in this way.

you couldn't comprehend what else was being said as the conversation ended with a semi-annoyed bruno saying he'd apologize for his action coming more. you knew he really didn't mean harm with what he did. bruno did genuinely care for you but sometimes it really irked you when bruno saw you as just a piece of meat. you were valuable to passione and he knew that but bruno was as stubborn as they came at times.

you laid on your bed, recounting the events of the last few hours and sighed. you knew all of this would blow over come tomorrow but as you were about to get ready to bed, you heard a knock on your door. you prepared yourself for it to be bruno but much to your surprise, it was giorno.

"may i come in?" he asked. you nodded, letting him inside. your room was decorated nicely. it had a few teddy bears, some decorative posters on the wall, but overall it was just a regular bedroom.

"i'm sorry if you've ever felt like you weren't an asset to this team. you are just as much of a member as the rest of us are and we aren't trying to make you uncomfortable," you smiled at him, patting the spot next to you to let him sit down, "listen, i know bruno doesn't do it on purpose. i can see why sometimes that kind of interrogation could be a way to get information but it really hurts when people see a woman and only assume that we're good for just being sexual. plus, i also heard what you told bruno earlier and i thank you for it."

giorno gave you an appreciative smile, “I will always step in between you and something like that, it's important to me that you aren't uncomfortable with any of us," giorno stated.

you returned the smile to him before standing up and placing a kiss on his cheek, "that means more than you could understand," giorno's mind was now running a mile a minute. he recounted the conversation with mista earlier and although he felt like this was the worst time to actually confess his feelings, he had enough confidence for once to do it.

"how would you like to come out to breakfast with me tomorrow morning?" he asked. you were taken by surprise which started to scare giorno at the silence you were giving him, "breakfast? of course, i'd love too," you replied.

giorno smiled once again as he went towards the door, "nine tomorrow," he said. you nodded, once more before he shut the door and went towards his own room.

your heart raced at the fact that the don of passione had asked you out on a date. you had your feelings about giorno and the slight crush you had on him was undeniable so now that he had the courage to ask you out was more than you could ask for.

#giorno giovanna imagine #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna x you #jjba imagine #jjba part five #jjba x reader #vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure #anime #anime imagine #anime imagines

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morporkian-cryptid · 2 years

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Multilingual Lupin III Gang shenanigans!

We know that everyone in the LoopGang is multilingual, and there is no way their conversations wouldn't be chaos half of the time.

For the purpose of these headcanons, here's what each of them speaks:

Lupin: French and Japanese (both native), English (fluent), can get by in a bunch of other languages and quickly get to a respectable level of fluency with a few weeks' study

Jigen: English (native), Japanese (fluent, spoke it as a kid in his family), Italian (picked up a lot of it in NYC), French (learned while in Nice with Joe of Spades, later perfected it with Lupin)

Goemon: Japanese (native), Ainu (fluent), a couple of Japanese dialects (nearly fluent/gets by), English (fluent or nearly), a bit of French (currently trying to learn it)

Fujiko: Japanese (native), English (fluent), pretty much fluent in a bunch of languages and can easily learn a new one, like Lupin

Zenigata: Japanese (native), English (not fluent but can get by, pretty bad pronounciation because he mostly learned in textbooks), can get by with the basics in a lot of languages

(You're all warmly invited to add your own headcanons!)

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The Gang is having a conversation in Japanese, a few English words are being thrown around, and Goemon can't remember a word in Japanese.

Cue Goemon having a small identity crisis.

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They can never remember which idiom comes from which language, and often get bewildered reactions from others when they get it wrong.

(After Lupin told them a story about his father)

Goemon, solemnly: The son of a toad is a toad.

Jigen and Fujiko are keeled over with laughter, Lupin looks deathly offended.

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Goemon texts in kanji, Fujiko mixes kanji with the occasional English word, Lupin writes in Japanese with roman letters, Jigen doesn't give a damn and writes in a lawless mix of Japanese and English. Their group chat is a nightmare.

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Zenigata can't make a proper sentence in anything other than Japanese or English to save his life, but he can say "You're under arrest" and "Have you seen this man?" perfectly in 34 languages.

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Lupin is usually well-spoken and polite, but in French he swears like a trucker. One day he stubs his toe against a table, and starts yelling "PUTAIN DE BORDEL DE MERDE D'ENCULE, FOUTUE TABLE DE MES DEUX!" (Fucking brothel of shit of ass-fucked, damned table of my two (implied: my two balls))

The next week, Jigen stubs his toe against the same table, and lets out one, loud, heartfelt, deeply american "FUCK!"

Fujiko forces them both to eat soap.

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Fujiko and Lupin sometimes forget that the other two aren't fluent in a dozen languages, which can lead to conversations like this:

Fujiko (in German) : Hey, how would you say "Treppenwitz" in English?

Lupin (in German) : I dunno... (switching to English) Hey Goemon, how would you say "Treppenwitz" in English?

Goemon: ???????

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One of the non-native English speakers mispronounces a word in front of Jigen, and learns that their whole life has been a lie.

Lupin: That guy was a total dum-bass!

Jigen, doing a double-take: What did you just say?

Lupin: He was a dum-bass. What? It's true.

Jigen: -snorts- Dum-bass.

Lupin: What??

Jigen: It's pronounced dum-ass, you idiot.

Lupin: It is WHAT?? That's completely stupid! Where did the B go???

Jigen: You pronounce "oiseaux" as "wazo" and you're asking me where the B went?????

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Lupin trying to teach Jigen French:

Lupin: Marin.

Jigen: Marrant.

Lupin: No, that means "funny". Marin.

Jigen: Marron.

Lupin: That's "brown"!

Jigen: Why is every word in your godforsaken language pronounced the same???

Lupin: Says the guy whose language says "beach" and "bitch" the same way!!!

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Jigen not understanding English words in Japanese sentences:

[In Japanese]

Lupin: I bought us some aisukurimu!

Jigen: Some what?

Lupin: Aisukurimu! Come help me put it in the freezer.

Jigen: What the fuck is aisukurimu? I just asked you to buy us some damn ice-cream!

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Conversly, Goemon not understanding Japanese words used in other languages:

Lupin: Tu es un samouraï. (You are a samurai)

Goemon: ???

Lupin: Un sa-mou-ra-ï.

Goemon: I have absolutely no idea what you are saying to me.

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Lupin (learned British English) and Jigen (from NYC) arguing for hours on whether it's po-tah-to or po-tay-to. Fujiko waltzes in after ten minutes, pronounces it with a thick Australian accent, then leaves. Shouting ensues.

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Accidentally using straight translations of a word:

Goemon: Jigen, I can't find my wear-thing.

Jigen: Your what now?

Goemon: My wear-thing!

Jigen: .... YOU MEAN YOUR CLOTHES?

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They're used to people in Japan not understanding English well, and thus speaking English among themselves when they don't want to be understood by others. This unfortunately does not work in other countries.

They also sometimes start speaking the wrong foreign language to the locals of whatever country they're in, because they travel so much they keep forgetting where they are.

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Lupin is absolutely horrified by Frapanese and Engrish, Jigen is in stitches every time he sees it. He bought Lupin a tshirt that says "I don't need life I'm high on drugs". Lupin tried to burn it several times.

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Goemon and Jigen are constantly fighting about the metric system vs imperial system.

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In moments of panic, they can't remember certain words nor easily switch to another language, so you get warnings like "Put the stuff in the thing, it's gonna boom!"

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Lupin finds out about the goémon, and never lets Goemon live it down.

(Alternatively: the Gang goes to France, a local discreetly asks Lupin why his partner is called Algae, Lupin cracks up)

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Lupin and Goemon are cooking together, Lupin needs a specific utensil but cannot for the life of him remember its name, ends up asking for the "hot food shovel". Goemon also can't remember what it's called but give it to him nonetheless.

The next day at 3 in the morning, Goemon is brutally woken up by Lupin sitting up and yelling "SPATULA!!!"

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Since they're constantly abroad, they're not up to date with the modern slang of their homeland.

Driver that Lupin honked at: Vas manger tes grands morts! (go eat your great deads)

Lupin: Ex-fucking-cusez moi????

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Lupin is so used to the Japanese "r" he ends up saying "galage" instead of "garage".

One time he's working on a heist at 2 am, he's half-asleep, and accidentally signs his calling card "Rupan" in roman letters.

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Lupin and Jigen are reading the newspaper, an article catches their eye and they start talking about it. It's only five minutes later, when they notice Goemon glaring at them, that they realize: they were speaking Italian the whole time.

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During fights they tend to revert to their native language, so you get Lupin yelling in French and Fujiko responding in Japanese, neither of them willing to switch to accommodate the other. Jigen eventually joins in with a thick Bronx accent.

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They also revert back to their native language during steamy times

Lupin gets really flustered from hearing Jigen speak French. Once, Jigen calls him "mon voleur" (my thief); Lupin's knees instantly turn into jelly.

#lupin iii #lupin the third #daisuke jigen #goemon ishikawa #fujiko mine #koichi zenigata #the hobbit's headcanons #bilingual #multilingual #bilingual problems #sorry in advance if the readmore doesn't work; im on mobile and the text editor sucks #long post #EDIT: finally added a working readmore im sorry for all the long-ass versions of this post floating around

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Okay just read chapter 3 on Snow Lands on Top and HOLY SHIT LETS UNPACK THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!

Mabel is a BADASS, FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GIRL 🩷🩷🩷

I just love love how throughout the story these two "lovebirds" keep going back and forth with each other 😂

Okay Mabel calling Grandma'am a crazy old bat had me DEAD on the floor 😂 and Coryo telling Mable he had every right to do what he wants to her… okay daddy okay... 🥵

Not him grabbing her wrist to make sure she sits next to him 😫🥵

MABLE STANDING UP to GRANDMA’AM with spelling out his name!!!!! This girl is truly fearless and loves testing this family and her captor 😂

Not her singing the Panem national anthem then adding her own Coryo twist to it… i love her pissing him off so much 😂 (also not me singing Lana Del Rey’s - National Anthem in my head after reading this 😂)

NOW the way he just joins her in the shower had me like… 😫 the way he just looks down at her body... him WASHING her hair roughly 😫 and tilting her head to wash it out 😫 while he presses her back against him 😫 GOOD GODDDDD HELP ME 🥵 He probably really enjoyed her getting shampoo in her eyes 😂 but then again, I mean... he did warn us... 👀 AND when he says “Are you worried I’ll touch you?” BOY YOU ALREADY DID!!!

HER STICKING HER TONGUE OUT TO HIM, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS CUTIE PIE?! SHES SO FREAKIN' LOVEABLE 🥹🩷

And he's so fucking cocky I love it!!

Grandma’am ordering her to get her coat and put it on her then shooed her away 😂😂

This man really be keeping her locked up in a tower like Rapunzel?! I love a toxic man obsessed with power and control against his prisoner and treating her like his own little doll he can play with at any time and any way 😫

Dr. Gaul… the fact that she knows what's going on and calling her a 'pet' and how both her and Coryo want Mable under control like a submissive dog to him... SO DARK I LOVE IT 😈 And Mable meeting Dr. Gaul… DUN DUN DUN - I can't wait to see how that shit goes DOWN

Okay Mable sitting next to Grandma’am and sharing her chocolate almonds with her 🥹🥹 and not Coryo getting butthurt that she was nice to Grandma’am but bit him 😂 and her COMEBACK comment at that was just PERFECT 😂😂

I love how he locks her in with himself in the bedroom and is just training her... command me all day daddyyy 😈🥵 Her scribbling 'no' on the paper 😂 AND NOT THIS MAN HOLDING HER OFF FROM DINNER FOR NOT FINISHING IN TIME!!! Rude boy...

"The stronger party got to tell the weaker what to do." - YES 100% HE IS ABOVE ME AND I AM BELOW HIM AND HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO 😫😫

Now the ending of this chapter...

Him getting so frustrated at her for still being her "old district self" and wanting her to be an educated Capitol girl so bad 😫

"He slaps her across the cheek, but she turns her head right back to him, ready for more." - DO IT AGAIN 😈

Okay so this man is getting kinky now with punishing her by slapping her ass 100 times 😂 the way he is LITERALLY teaching her a lesson on math... slap after slap after slap when she gets it wrong and making her start from the top until she gets it 100% right 😫🥵 SO FREAKIN' HOTTT 🥵🥵 kinky son of a bitch...

Okay but in all honesty the poor girl probably can't walk now 😂 her ass is PURPLE!!!

He is becoming more and more unhinged and violent with her to get her into submission to him and he is beyond TERRIFYING here because he would not stop until she got it right. He's way more scary in this than in Commander Snow 1000%

I love love how scary he is in this one, makes the story soooo fun and exciting, especially with Mable's sass mouth; which will lead her to more harsh punishments from Coryo 🥵

I always wonder if she's ever going to develop Stockholm syndrome... I definitely would 😂 oh wait... I already have 😂

I AM MISSING SO MUCH MORE HERE BUT I CANT FUNCTION PROPERLY RIGHT NOW AFTER READING THIS MASTERPIECE OF ART!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAPTER 4!!!! I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT!!! THIS STORY IS SO FUCKIN' AMAZINGGG MY GOSHHH!!!

And can't wait for chapter 5 for Commander Snow 🩷

I LOVE comments like this so much ❤️❤️ ❤️

I could read them all day long.

Begging you to keep them coming so I know what’s a hit and what’s a miss.

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader #hunger games #dark!coriolanus snow

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Thank you @cerriddwenluna for the tag.

Rules: List your "top 10" (or up to 10 if you haven't written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what's most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

I admit I didn’t know if I should do the top 10 for Glee fics only, since that’s the fandom we share, or all my fics, so, uh, I did both.

Top 10 According to Readers, Glee Edition:

Myosotis sylvatica (73,167 words) - 151

I’m still alive and I’m still getting love (20,782 words) - 149

Mendacious (27,179 words) - 136

All the pretty things that we could be (70,071 words) - 113

Everything changed (2,642 words) - 113

I really, really like you (1,575 words) - 107

I’d cry a river just for you (30,541 words) - 106

The Critic (5,322 words) - 92

Ik was meteen ondersteboven. (1,544 words) - 87

It's about time (19,183 words) - 81

I am not surprised about the first 4. I’m still alive is actually a Brittana fic and for a very long time it was indeed my most kudo’d Glee fic, which surprised me. I was aware of this because ironically that is the only fic that ever got a nasty comment, so it was kind of funny to me. “This is so stupid”, babe, people clearly don’t agree. Everything changed is also a crossover with Check, Please!, but I suppose it counts since it is still a Glee fic. Apart from that, all I can say is that I hoped River fic was a bit higher which leads to:

My Top 10 Glee fics:

I’d cry a river just for you (lol)

All the pretty things that we could be

Mysotis series (I always see the 5 parts as one whole, even though sylvatica is the main one)

Mendacious

Barking Up The Wrong Bakery

Ljubim te (yes, it is still a WIP)

Seven am

Anyway series (even though I haven’t reread that one in years)

It’s about time

aap noot mies

I guess it is kind of sad that I struggled with this list after no. 5 😬. Like, I literally sat here going “uhhhh.... aap noot mies, I guess? Kinda? Hmmm.”

There’s just a lot of older stuff that I don’t really remember. I’m sure they’re fine and that I will like them if I reread them. I only knew of two fics that I definitely did not want on the list, but most of the 68 fics are just kind of “in limbo”.

And also I gotta say that no. 1 to 4 kind of share a spot. Those are just my fave fics that I have written and I do not want to pit these bad bitches against each other but alas 😔. I put River fic on one because I feel like that one is the best in “technical” sense. All the pretty things was a fucking experience. So was Myosotis and I loved the universe I created for it. And Mendacious challenged me. If they are no. 1, then Bakery fic is no. 2 because it amused me so much.

Anyway, moving on...