#hunger games lemon

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬/𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧

These women are scientists, creators, women who are very technical. They value logic and reasoning - there’s a perfectly good reason for everything. They’re incredibly smart and have a niche talent. These variants and/or daughters question everything, they have huge curiosity and always think outside the box. They’re the people who come up with solutions. 

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛

𝐸𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡

𝑇𝑒𝑐𝑛𝑎

𝑉𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑎

𝑆𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑖

𝐴𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑌𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

𝑅𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠

𝐴𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑆𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑡𝑜

𝐸𝑣𝑦

#variants meme #hephaestus #hephaistos #hephaestos variants #vulcan variants #greek god variants #greek goddess variants #the variants and daughters of hephaestos #the variants and daughters of vulcan #witch the writer's moodboards #honey lemon #big hero 6 #effie trinket #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #tecna #winx club #velma #scooby doo #shuri #black panther #marvel #mcu #comics #abby yates #ghost busters #raven reyes #the 100 #abby sciuto

[animationadventures]

On a Hunger Games kick right now and rewatching the Big Hero 6 series.

Now I'm creating lore for a Big Hero 6 Hunger Games.

Hiro and the gang live in District 3, the technology District and one of the two most intellectual beside District 5. Tadashi and his friends have successfully avoided being reaped during the six years they're eligible.

Tadashi, Wasabi, Gogo, and Honey Lemon work in their canon fields of study, but Tadashi can't build Baymax because the Capitol wouldn't want a healthcare robot improving the lives of the Districts.

Fred's dad is the mayor, and since he's not as smart as his friends, he is instead being trained to take over as mayor someday. As a parallel to his encyclopedic knowledge about superheroes in canon, he is a Hunger Games expert.

Cass still serves food in the District, looking after Tadashi and Hiro after an industrial accident took their parents when Hiro was 3.

When Hiro is 14, his name is drawn and Tadashi is ineligible to volunteer at this point otherwise he would do it in a heartbeat.

So Hiro is sent into the 54th Games along with Karmi, and he has Krei for a mentor, as a reference to Krei knowing how to survive in the woods from the series, while Karmi has Abigail.

As a parallel to Amara mutating the villains of the series in season two, she is the developer of muttations for the Games.

While Hiro tries to survive in the arena, Tadashi, Cass, and the gang can only watch from home and try to gather money to help Krei send gifts.

Hiro's strongest asset is his brain, so he has to rely on tricks to win instead of physical strength. And he doesn't have outside help like Lucy Gray got from Snow.

Those are the pieces I have so far, but I don't have the whole puzzle yet.

#big hero 6 #the hunger games #hiro hamada #tadashi hamada #bh6 karmi #honey lemon #gogo tomago #bh6 wasabi #bh6 fred

[softchouli]

All the deviations from the source material that Mockingjay pt2 have left me with my guard so down that I wasn't expecting to see this baby and some of the utter horrifying chaos she went through onscreen

#doing the bare minimum in keeping the color but thanks they did #maybe it was because I've finished the book and right after it was possible for me to watch the movie #and the shock from the descriptions were still fresh #I had to stop my reading a little when the lemon yellow girlie was on the floor with her mom #but Katniss' descriptions of the children running away at the capitol #some even barefooted in the winter and clinging to their adults #it was so much for her heart that she had to look away #I think I'll carry the feeling from when I read those passages from the first time forever #the hunger games #mockingjay

[maytheoddshq]

Lemon Laflechedor (she/her). Tribute. District Six. Twenty-one. Maya Hawke.

(Tw: parent death, mention of drug use)

In Lemon’s experience, people in District Six didn’t tend to live long. She wasn’t sure if the district had the lowest life expectancy in Panem, but it had to be up there among the top of the list. In a district filled with poverty and drug addiction, Lemon was far from the only kid abandoned when her parents overdosed on morphling. She would grow to see a lot of bodies in her time, but the vision of her parents in their living room, unmoving, their skin pale gray and bloated, would stick with her the most. She was six years old.

Lemon was moved to a new neighborhood with nice new parents and an irritating new brother who would pull her hair and hurl insults at her lowly background. She doesn’t remember their names, just the deep, soul-crushing knowledge that all she was, all she would ever be, was someone’s charity case. So Lemon ran. 

She went back to the city with all of its poverty and death, because it was the only home she had ever known. Lemon doesn’t remember much from that indiscernible length of time, just the fear and hunger, right up until the day that the Captain found her.

The Captain was a good man, the best, in Lemon’s opinion. He was an honorable man, though the government might not think so. He lived by a code, and he kept his crew safe. And Lemon wasn’t even allowed to officially join the crew at first - the Captain insisted she get at least a little bit of a childhood. He made sure she was protected, and when he and the crew went out in raiding parties they called ships (in honor of the pirates that came before them, the pirates of old, of the sea), Lemon stayed with another family in their small, man made island community in the middle of the lake. She played with other kids and they all nearly always had enough food to eat.

Lemon was allowed to join the Captain’s crew when she was twelve years old, right after her first Reaping Day. The Captain had taken her to land and paid off a Peacekeeper to hide one of the small boats he and the crew used to get from their island into District Six proper. Then the two of them got onto a motorbike - the Captain told her if she survived her first Reaping, she would get one too - and they traveled back to a city that Lemon hadn’t seen in many years.

The Captain introduced himself as Lemon’s guardian when they got there, and stood by her side until the Reaping was over, promising to find her when they released the kids who weren’t selected. Then he took her to a deserted path far outside of town, where his whole crew was waiting. They had a celebration for Lemon’s success and, true to his word, the Captain gave Lemon a motorbike of her own. There was even cake.

Since then, the life of a road pirate is all that Lemon has ever known. Short stays back on the island followed by weeks on the open road, staking out deserted highways and waiting to stop and raid shipping trucks or hunt Peacekeeper brigades, and then they’d head to the District Six borders and trade with thieves of other districts for the most beneficial profits they could. Lemon learned that her crew’s ship was called the Ice Witch, in honor of Nerisa Snow herself, and they largely controlled the highways. Different ships had different areas in which they could hunt, areas that were paid for with blood, fights between ships often ending in death. Lemon had had a good life on the island, but it was a hard life on the road. Her crew were her family, and they took care of her, but Lemon had to learn difficult lessons quickly, and some of them on her own. And then, every six months, she had to stop what she was doing and go with the Captain to the heart of District Six, where she would wait to be called to die.

The Hunger Games themselves didn’t scare Lemon once she grew accustomed to the pirate life. Death was inevitable. Like the rest of District Six, pirates didn’t have a long life expectancy, though for different reasons. The Captain was older than most, only living because he’d earned too much respect for anyone to attempt a proper murder, but he had more than his fair share of scars and long-since-healed wounds for the trouble. Lemon worried about him more than she worried about Reaping. A pirate’s death would take him from her before the Capitol could take her from him, she was certain.

But neither eventuality, in the end, divided father and daughter. No, it was ideology that would be their undoing. The Captain always argued that the youth of Panem were reckless, that a full scale rebellion would do nothing. The youth weren’t alive yet when the rebellion in 75 resulted in twice the Reapings, twice the Games, and an extended age range to further scare those in their early 20s, those deemed most likely to fight, into submission. It wasn’t worth it, the Captain would tell her. He’d lived as long as he had because he made peace with the way that Panem was. There was no changing the horrors, only adapting to them, and making the best life for oneself. And that’s what he’d done, what everyone on their ship had done. And didn’t they have a good life? Didn’t they have freedom? They’d beaten the system, escaped it, so why spend any time trying to overthrow it? But Lemon disagreed.

Jay had been only a few years older than Lemon on the crew of the Nightlock, a ship that spent most of their time raiding trains. During their teenage years, she and Lemon had gotten…especially close. The romantic relationship hadn’t worked out, but a bond remained enough that when the first anti-Capitol zines made their way into District Six, it was with Lemon that Jay shared them. To the two of them, the zines were a wake up call. What was the point in defying the government if they didn’t defy the government? Conditions were worsening in all of the districts, even the rich ones. People were starving and dying, forgotten by the leaders that were supposed to be taking care of them. It wasn’t enough to live apart from the rest of Panem. It wasn’t enough to hunt Peacekeepers and government convoys for their own gain. Theirs was a selfish life. They needed to fight for others, just as the Captain had originally fought for her, because the rest of Panem didn’t have a Captain or a crew.

Originally, the Captain thought Lemon’s convictions were flights of fancy, nothing more, but as she grew more serious, and they began to snap at each other more often, he began to treat Lemon with increasing disdain. She was sure he no longer respected her, or thought her a foolish child. Their arguments became louder and longer, until the Vox Populi took over District Eleven, and Lemon wanted to go. That was the breaking point. The rest of the crew sided with the Captain. Lemon couldn’t blame them - she would have, had she been in their place. He was their Captain. He’d saved her, protected her. But not anymore.

Jay’s captain offered Lemon a place with the Nightlock, but Lemon refused - it was more likely she’d been given the offer as a way to stick it to her Captain than because Lemon was a valuable enough asset, and she was tired of being someone’s pet project. She found herself as honest a job as she could on the island, and helped transport goods from the district shores to their constructed home. She learned the conversions from their barter system to Panem’s actual economy, and helped acquire the legal goods that the people of the island needed to survive. Along the way, Lemon also learned to acquire and distribute illicit goods, to serve a rebellion her people insisted on ignoring. 

When the Ice Witch came back from their raids, she’d toast them from across the pub. She missed them. Her heart ached for her family. But she didn’t go back to them. She couldn’t. There were more important things to fight for now. All of Panem was at stake. Lemon listened to her radio and read her zines and did what she was told to do to fight the government instead of just inconvenience it, and she knew deep in her heart that the Captain, the one person she loved more than any other, would never understand. So Lemon had to give him up.

It was only her second Reaping without him. It was the luck of the draw. 

Lemon Laflechedor, printed in black ink on a little strip of paper.

An orphan. A pirate. A rebel. And, now, a tribute of District Six. 

+ Passionate, loyal, resourceful

- Combative, idealistic, stubborn

PENNED BY: GRETA

#thg rpg #thg rp #hunger games rp #hunger games rpg #oc rp #bio #lemon

[loneiy-spaghetti]

Hi idk why your reading this but a blog introduction is due

I'm Cue! (not really but you fucks aren't getting my real name) Im 13, I'm genderfluid pronouns will be in my bio. Also very gay. I'm a fan of all the following.

The hunger games

Heathers (movie, 1989)

Heathers (musical)

Bo burnham

Ranboo

Ricky Montgomery

Lemon Demon (<3)

Wilbur soot

Lovejoy

Minecraft

The sims (4)

Fall guys

Slime rancher

Girl in red

Cavetown

Marcy and Bonnie until I die

Marina/Marina and the Diamonds

Victorious

Acnh

Marvel

Tv girl

Beach bunny

Danny Gonzalas

Drew Gooden

Kurtis Connor

Idiosynkrasies

Billzo

Heartstopper

Ash Kabosu

Jaiden Animations

Ilymations

tumblr on twitter

queen <3 the band not the monarch lol

Maths in general

Brian Dave Gilbert

Clare Siobhan Callery

Daily Dose of Internet

Young Sheldon

The Big Bang Theory

The office

Friends

Duolingo

Pot noodles

Tumblr

I read the girl online trilogy once so I will probably reference it

I was also in Harry Potter fandom

Fantastic beasts 4life but go out of my way to not support Jk R

I'll edit the post as I think of more/gain more

I can't fit everything as a tag oops I'm too chronically online

Luv you, my one follower who is a bot,

-cue <3

#gay #danish pastel #the hunger games #everlark #ranboo #ricky montgomery #lemon demon #Wilbur soot #lovejoy #girl in red #Cavetown #bubbline #marina #marina and the diamonds #acnh #victorious #marvel #tv girl #beach bunny #danny gonzalez #drew gooden #Kurtis Connor #idiosynkrasies #billzo #Heartstopper #ash kabuso #jaiden animations #Ari #illymation

[ssolessurvivor]

random drabble for @inabcck

Whether or not they should or shouldn't be doing this is thrown to the wind. Logan has waited long enough, both from his time in the arena and in the hospitals, finally cleared to live out what life he had left in the victor's village. And when Magnus came by, some part of him knew this might transpire.

He was practically yearning for this since before the games started. So he wasted no time in straddling the stylist on the couch, kissing him like he'd always wanted to before his nerves got the better of him. So delicious they were, not just flavored from the wine they'd indulged in with dinner but from an underlying hint of lust. Clearly it wasn't just Logan dreaming of more, waking up from phantom touches and the memory of those looks far before the arena came along.

Shirts come off so greedy hands can touch skin uninterrupted, feeling that rush as they press together in sacred fashion. Lips collide and mesh with gentle tugs from teeth, moans are swallowed just as easily as they are breathed into one another's pores, gasps from the sheer excitement of this encounter finally coming true. Logan's nails gently dig into Magnus' shoulders when those masterful lips claim the good side of his neck, a moan weaving itself through that thick black hair he loves combing his fingers through, doing so as he pulls the other's head back to kiss him even more hungrily. Logan feels like he could almost devour him, this beautiful creature that routinely takes his breath away.

He doesn't want to leave, doesn't want to break the moment by asking to wander to another room. Just as quickly as he'd thought it, they've shifted through the motions but stayed in this almost sweetly needy position: strands of gold fall into those dark swirls of midnight as they meld together, breathing as one in the moment, pupils dilate and they cling closer. Magnus will be covered in the blonde's fingerprints by morning, their rhythm beginning, slow at first so as to savor this. Their breathing synchronizes and the beauty of finally having Magnus as his own, making his fevered dreams a sweet reality is almost more than he can bear. His body shivers with the overload of sensations, nails digging along the other's back as his own flexes just so, and the moans filling the room are like music. The slightest gleam of sweat begins to paint their skin for all this splendor builds and builds to a tense explosion they share together, gasping and kissing through their climax and yet trembling in the cooldown. Mildly chapped lips seek out those of Magnus', his sly, mischievous, gorgeous man rendered ethereal in his afterglow.

Logan would die a thousand deaths to do that again and again, as long as he lives. A tender nuzzle of their noses begins to help him wind down, though he hasn't let go of him just yet: he can't quite do it.

#inabcck #au: the hunger games (magnus' version) #tw; lemons #my creativity needed this outlet ok #couldn't queue this so the other thing will be <3

[mymelodyhasanorexia]

Before You Binge

you're allowed to binge ... if you do all of these steps first

chug 1l of water

drink a cup of peppermint tea

and a cup of green tea

and a cup of hot lemon water

brush ur teeth

run up and down the stairs five times

do 20 jumping jacks

do 20 squats

do 20 prayer pulses

do 20 butt kicks

follow a lazy girl workout video

go for a 15-20 min walk

watch an episode of supersized vs superskinny, my 600lb life, freaky eaters, or a trisha paytas or nikocado avocado mukbang

put a face mask on

read a chapter of a book

read 5 more chapters of the book

finish the book

do duolingo lessons until you run out of hearts. then do practice lessons until you regain the hearts you lost

watch a disney movie

then watch a ghibli movie

watch an episode of that show you'd always meant to watch but never got around to

work on journalling, creative writing, or writing poetry

do some stretches

practice a hobby that keeps your hands busy, like knitting, gaming, or playing an instrument

paint your nails

watch a fashion show

watch media with a celebrity whose body you consider to be goals, like music videos/live performances for singers and movies/TV shows for actresses

watch interviews with aforementioned celebrities

start taking a free course on coursera.org, there are some you can complete in a couple of hours. or you can take a longer course and just do a lesson each time you feel the urge to binge

do a workout that's 40 mins or longer

shower for 20 mins with music

put lotion on your entire body

do the chores you've been ignoring

read an article about the effects of hunger on the body

drink another litre of water

and a pot of herbal tea

watch a documentary

watch a ted talk

you are probably tired after all this, so take a nap for half an hour or longer

if you still feel like binging, honestly, you earned it

#pro a4a #@n@ #@nor3xia #@na vent #a4a #@nor3×14 #pro ed #pro ana #@n0r3xia #@na tips #@na trigger #4norexi4 #ed not sheeran #ed diet #3d not sheeran

[bi-alinaoretsev]

@gifhungergames hunger games appreciation week: day 3 - favorite mentor/mentee relationship ↳ katniss & haymitch @usergif new year, new fonts: day 3 - perfect pairs ↳ fonts:

Lucida Sans Unicode + Arka Typeface

Montserrat + MADE Bruno

Kiona + Abril Fatface

Lemon/Milk + Nouvelle Vague

Avenir LT 65 Medium + Black Quality

#usergifNYNF #thgweek24 #the hunger games #thg #thehungergamesedit #thgedit #usermahroash #userabs #userchibi #usergiu #usercharisse #userbaz #useralison #userriel #userlockescoles #usermoonchild #usermaria #userhallie #tuserheidi #mine

[namedafterflowerstournament]

Botanic Tournament : Main Bracket !

Round 8

With the participation of the lovely @lunathewafflelord's sweet female dog Lemon "Poppy" Poppyseed Muffin

Nepeta is the genus of catnip

Toph means lotus

Utena means calyx, "the ring of small green leaves (called sepals) that protect a flower before it opens"

Anthy means flower

NB : Nepeta's surname is written correctly in the tags, but I can't change it on the poll itself

(Roses, rue, poppy, catnip, lotus, bay leaves, strawberries, calyx of a flower, pine)

"But op this isn't a flower name" : read this

No antipropaganda on my polls please

#botanic tournament #tournament polls #round 8 #monterey bay aquarium #sea otters #rue the hunger games #the hunger games #dogblr #pets #petblr #bookblr #mangablr #animation #animeblr #comicblr #nepeta leijon #homestuck #toph beifong #atla #bayleef #pokemon #pokeblr #strawberry shortcake #rgu #revolutionary girl utena #himemiya anthy #tenjou utena #mabel gravity falls #mabel pines #gravity falls

[kaylas-world-0]

What about a one-shot or just a suggestive story where Shadow takes advantage of y/n?

A/n: I'm probably gonna get all the fans' attention with this one huh? I normally don't write anyone but Tails but I am making an expection for some reason today. Have a good read I guess! Idk why I write what I write today XD Sorry for the long wait.

I left you guys in a cliffhanger. hah! idk if I would continue tho

Masterlist

Pairings: Shadow x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Eggman made a new weapon out of Shadow. Let's see what it is

Warnings: smut, lemon, suggestive themes, blood, marking, biting, tearing flesh, attempted rape

Word Count: 1371

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

As your eyes flickered over him in fear, you were instantly struck by the sharp and scary aura emanating from his breathtaking violet eyes. Shadow stood before you, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had just completed a long and demanding marathon. His fur was damp, drenched in sweat, and his claws peeked out menacingly from his gloves. His fangs were visible, adding to the unnerving sight that confronted you. But what puzzled you most was the absence of any evidentiary explanation for his condition, except for one haunting phrase that echoed in your mind.

"What do you think is the most natural instinct of an animal, the most wild and scary one?" Eggman's voice resonated in your head, reminding you of his words moments ago. "Their bloodlust? Hunger to stay alive? Maybe. But there is something else that is much *more* dangerous and entertaining. 'The will to do anything to death for their mate.' "

The memory of Eggman's sinister revelation half an hour ago flooded your mind. You hadn't expected this game of catch to turn into something so disturbing. Though you had managed to catch your breath, your heart still raced uncontrollably, struggling to make sense of the unsettling situation unfolding before you.

Your eyes widened in fear as Shadow took deliberate steps toward you, raising the possibility of him falling victim to Eggman's trap, turning against his friends. A sense of terror gripped you, leaving you feeling trapped with no way to escape. Desperately, you scanned your surroundings, searching for an exit, but found nothing. You found yourself backed into a dead end.

"And to mate, of course." Your throat tightened as you heard Eggman's words reverberating in your mind. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning—Shadow was hungry, thirsty for you. Eggman's twisted plans had successfully turned him, and now the true extent of Shadow' instincts became clear. No, this couldn't be true. Shadow wouldn't do this to you, would he? The shocking dishonor of Eggman's manipulation left you bewildered, unable to fathom the torment inflicted upon your friends.

"C-come on, Shadow. This isn't you," you started nervously, your voice shaking. "We both know that you don't wanna do this. Behave yourself! Think logically, like you always do! We're still in Eggman's base. He's playing with you, with your mind, your instincts! You are the ultimate life form, damn it! You can't just succumb to Eggman like that! There are Badniks running around, and if they find us, we're finished-"

Your plea was interrupted as Shadow forcefully pinned both his hands beside your head, a whimper left your lips in fear. A deep snarl escaping his lips as you attempted to slide away. Trapped between him and the wall, you realized the extent of his transformation. No longer the loyal companion you once knew, he approached you with predatory purpose, garnered by one sole instinct—breeding. You were left with a terrifying decision. Would you become the first to fall at his hands before the Badniks got to you?

After examining his prey's frightened face for a while, Shadow slowly lowered himself, his nose skimming along your neck. His actions mirrored those of a true animal, inhaling your scent as his salivating mouth revealed his primal desire for your presence. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the horrifying nature of the situation.

Attempting to muster the strength to push him away, you fought against his grip, but his strength surpassed anything you could have imagined. Like an iron vice, his grasp held firm, rendering your efforts fruitless. In spite of the predicament you found yourself in, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by Shadow' well-built form, his muscles flexing in the most hypnotic manner.

You quickly shook away such distracting thoughts, forcing yourself to concentrate on finding a way out of this nightmare. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape as Shadow began to suckle at your neck and shoulder, exhaling his hot breath in sporadic bursts. The sounds he made only served to further ignite the blazing heat that reddened your face, flooding you with a mix of desire and terror.

Suppressing a moan, you desperately struggled to redirect your focus, your mind racing for an escape plan. Yet, how could you concentrate on anything other than the overpowering dominance Shadow exhibited? Pressed against the wall by his scorching body, each breath and moan he emitted only served to remind you of the pleasure he was experiencing.

Amidst his sloppy kisses and teasing nibbles, you fought fiercely against the sensations threatening to consume you, trying to maintain your composure. However, as Shadow momentarily eased the pressure of his body against yours, he replaced it with his leg pressed against your groin, effectively preventing any escape. The mix of pain and pleasure elicited a whine from your lips, pushing Shadow to suckle at your shoulder with renewed vigor.

Finally, he got bored and withdrew from his sloppy territory. The room grew suffocatingly silent as he moved his fangs along your throat, gently biting a few places, feeling your heartbeat increasing. He licked his lips and shifted his attention to your other shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking hungrily, leaving little marks. But it seemed like that wasn't enough for him anymore; he growled, as if yearning for something more primal.

With his fingers deeply entwined in your hair, he pulled, causing you to gasp, displaying your neck like a plate of meal to him. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his fangs piercing through your skin. Tears slipped from your eyes as you cried out in pain. He let your arms go and held you tightly from your waist, as you gripped his back for support. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, and unwillingly scratched his back in pain. It felt as though his teeth were digging deeper into your shoulder, testing your limits.

Shadow let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, not yet satisfied. He continued biting harder than before, his eyes closed as he let out an animalistic growl. The realization that he could break your neck in half if he wanted sent a shiver through your spine. He sucked your blood with such thirst leaving you weak as you sobbed silently, drinking and swallowing it all as if he hadn't had a drop in weeks.

Before things grew any wilder, he pulled back, a string of blood and saliva still connecting the two of you. Panting for air, he tried to lick all the blood flowing from his mouth with his tongue, his breath hot against your face. Your blood flowed from your shoulder to your chest.

Satisfied with the mark he left on you, Shadow now went for your lips. Gripping your form, he forced his lips onto yours, connecting them. You hesitated, not wanting to taste the disgusting blend of your blood and his saliva. He pulled your hair once again, and when you whimpered in pain, he immediately seized the opportunity and engaged in a fierce kiss, taking your breath away.

Your heart raced as his hand wandered across your body in a manner both unnerving and inquisitive. He marked his territory, staking claim to every inch of your being. Your mind battled to comprehend the situation, as your body responded to his predatory touch.

Fighting the rising panic, you summoned your inner strength you managed to wrap your arms around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to distract him. As your lips collided in a feverish kiss, you hoped to manipulate the situation to your advantage.

To your surprise, he welcomed your advances. He tilted his head, letting out a low, carnal moan. Sensing that this could be your one chance to regain control, you decided to play along. You pushed aside your feelings of self-disgust and harnessed your newfound determination.

As you passionately kissed, your mind churned, searching for an escape plan. With each stolen moment, you became acutely aware of his animalistic nature, his primal desires, and his desperate need to assert dominance. Yet, instead of submitting to the imminent danger, an idea began to form in your mind.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic characters #allenwrites #sonic #shadow x reader #shadow #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow the hedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #shadow the hedghog fanart #shadow the hedgehog x reader

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Wife With Migraines Headcanons

masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

warnings: migraines, fluff, kisses, cuddling

summary: headcanons on how rafes deals with his wife's migraines - requested by anon

a/n: hi love! thanks for the request and i'm so sorry this took so long, enjoyyyy

song: i think we're alone now - tiffany

♡ migraines were common for you, unfortunately, but rafe doesn't mind at all

♡ sometimes when they get so bad you can't get out of bed, he will cancel everything just to stay and cuddle with you

♡ he goes with you to doctor appointments for them and makes sure they are doing everything they can

♡ he will also go out and buy anything he knows that you love, that goes from foods to even jewlery

♡ he knows how sometimes it makes you dizzy and he strokes your hair as you squint your eyes shut trying to stop the world from spinning

♡ he always has water for you, sometimes he adds lemon if you are in the mood for it

♡ rafe enjoys giving you massages while you lay in the bed as you relax

♡ he read from somewhere that slowly drinking a caffeinated drink helps, so he buys you your favorite coffee

♡ he is always peppering your face with kisses that make you giggle to lighten your mood

♡ if you tell him that it isn't too bad and he can put the tv on, he will happily bingewatch your favorite movies with you (harry potter, disney movies, star wars, hunger games, etc...)

♡ he had topper buy a heating bad and bring it over the last time you had a migraine, you thanked rafe and apologized to topper but he just smiled at you and said it was no problem

♡ sometimes rafe knows that you want someone to talk to things about to distract yourself from the pain, so he will call his sister (your best friend) and she will come over to lay in bed with you as you gossip together

♡ he will make you breakfast in bed and will cook all of your favorite meals, he's the husband who makes pancakes with a smiley face made from whipped cream and cuts strawberries in the shape of hearts

♡ he will prepare a warm bath with essential oils that sarah bough you, he will also add a bath bomb once and awhile

♡ he loves when you lay your head on his lap in bed and so that he can practice braiding your hair

♡ lastly he says the worst jokes and cheesy pick-up lines just so that he can see you smile (it melts his heart)

#nina writes 🤭💗 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #outer banks #outer banks fluff #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #outer banks x you #fluff #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x you #obx fanfiction #obx rafe cameron #obx season 3 #obx #obx2 #obx1 #drew starkey #headcanons #request #husband rafe #wife reader

[sardonic-the-writer]

Haymitch finally getting to see the reader after the games. Like before medical gets to them, when they get lifted up in the hovercraft thingy haymitch is there waiting for them. Like the way he’d push the medical team away to make sure the reader is ok before they do, the reader being overwhelmed- still processing they won the games ✨

-♥️🐀

They couldn't move.

The sun was no longer scorching their skin. Their hands and fingernails were no longer caked with blood. Nobody would be coming to hunt down and kill them anytime soon.

But not a single thing had changed once (Y/n) had been pulled out of that arena and declared Victor of the 68th Hunger Games.

The white walls and floors surrounding their immobile figure completely took over their vision. It was blinding. Any speck of color that happened to pass through the padlocks doors across from their hospital bed became glaringly clear as soon as it appeared. The veins on their arms and pores on their face stood out grossly. (Y/n) was sure they looked like a feral animal—and that was after almost a full day of being bathed and nursed back to normalcy. Physically at least.

It's not like they would let anyone do much to them anyways. Any nurse or doctor that dared enter a five foot radius of them was met with wild thrashing and blood curdling yells. At least seven doses of morphing had already been administered to (Y/n) just to get them to calm down and submit to treatment.

It was all they could do to keep from killing everyone in the building.

At the familiar sound of the opaque doors hiss, (Y/n) stiff muscles pulled taunt, preparing to leap out of the bed and run away at first notice. Not like they would get far, the stainless steel handcuff around their right hand guaranteeing that.

"Hey Kid."

Haymitch's voice was soft. Subdued. Which, it was worth noting, never happened with him.

His long blond hair was as unkempt as the last time (Y/n) had seen it. Almost as knotted and messy as their own. He looked like shit to say the least.

He slowly walked over to them, making sure to pause and give them a minute anytime he noticed their eyes dart around with fear. Haymitch was all too used to the feeling of being trapped. Feeling like you were still back in that god forsaken arena no matter what.

"They treating you well?" He mummbled, sitting down carefully at the foot of their hospital bed. He didn't waste time with formalities and asking how they were. It was pretty clear to anyone how exactly they felt.

"I want them all dead." Was all (Y/n) croaked. The most they had said in days. Haymitch recognized the sour lemon smell coming from them and sympathized.

"I know kid." He didn't say much else. Just awkwardly patting their foot a few times. (Y/n) relaxed a bit at that.

"I'll make sure you get back to twelve without any crowds. How 'bout that."

(Y/n) stirred for a moment.

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that. Thanks Haymitch."

"Don't worry. I won't let them get you."

In that breif second, (Y/n) knew he wasn't talking about the crowds.

#haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games x reader #the hunger games x reader #request #drabble #one shot #x reader

[quin-ns]

E = Explicit | * = Dark themes

Bullet Train

Tangerine x Reader

Crazy For You (E)

Summary: you sneak onto the bullet train to wish tangerine good luck in your own way

Safe House

Summary: lemon and tangerine break into your safe house, not expecting you to be there. it’s lucky that you are, especially for tangerine

DCEU

Rick Flag x Reader

Stay With Me

Summary: harley is sure colonel flag has a thing for you, but you’re not so sure. then, when the mission turns sideways and you get hurt, everything changes

Marvel

Eddie Brock x Reader

Fix It

Summary: venom is very grumpy when you leave after a fight with eddie, so he tries to help eddie get you back

Kang the Conqueror x Reader

Inevitable

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Peter Parker x Reader

My Safe Place (is Next to You)

Summary: after being outed as spider-man, peter’s life has become a mess. he finds solace with you

Scream

Ethan Landry x Reader

Fake Blood (E)

Summary: spoiler: the blood isn’t fake. alone in your apartment after your friends had been attacked, you ask ethan to stop by. he does in an unexpected way and you get more than you bargained for

Whispers

Summary: request: “fluff w/ ethan Landry where he thinks she’s asleep so he whispers I love you…”

The Hunger Games

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Always Forever (E*)

Summary: coriolanus finally lets himself acknowledge that he can’t stand to see you with anyone but him

Eventually (E*)

Summary: coriolanus could appreciate irony, but the one person he desires more than anything wanting nothing to do with him pushes him to new territory

Breaking Bad

Saul Goodman x Reader

Taking Care

Summary: after jesse beats up saul you help fix him up

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

The Future is Now (E*)

Summary: aemond discovers plans for you to be wed in the near future are being made—and they don’t include him as your husband. he’s not happy about it, especially when you don’t protest

The Boys

Soldier Boy x Reader

The Bet (E)

Summary: butcher leaves you to keep on eye on soldier boy and things become interesting when a deck of cards gets involved

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#misc characters masterlist #quin-ns writing #tangerine x reader #bullet train #eddie brock x reader #venom #kang the conqueror x reader #ant man #peter parker x reader #spiderman #marvel #ethan landry x reader #scream #coriolanus snow x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #saul goodman x reader #breaking bad #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #house of the dragon #soldier boy x reader #the boys

[writingfanficsfan]

Tag Nine People You Want to Get to Know Better

I was tagged by @sounds-of-some-day Thanks for the tag!

Three ships: WinterIron. Sherstrade. Dreville. 

First ever ship: Probably Buffy and Spike. But I heard about fandoms and fanfiction because of Sherlock BBC and Johnlock. I also wrote my first ficlet for them. 

Last song/album is: Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus. I’m even thinking of buying the CD so I can listen to it in my car. 

Last movie: Pirates of the Caribbean on the tv (always enjoy those movies!) . Knives Out: Glass Onion on Netflix (that one was hilarious and I loved it)

Currently reading: The Hunger Games, book 1. (I bought the box set with the one book included). And I’m reading Winter’s End by  ali_aliska I don’t care that it’s not finished, the words that are out are so good, I’m finding it very comforting. 

Currently watching: I’m following Perry Mason. And I just watched Moon Knight on Disney+  Not sure what I will watch next, I have a list on both Disney+ and Netflix of shows and series I want to try. 

Currently consuming: Nothing at the moment. 

Currently craving: For this day to be over. Or at least for the funeral to be over. 

I tag without ordering: @chained-to-the-mirror @27dragons @not-close-to-straight @mutedsilence @lavenderandvanilla @the-pen-pot @the-reading-lemon @george-the-pumpkin

#tag game #getting to know me #getting to know you

[sleepy-gee]

🍊 orange juice - sejanus/gn!reader

you turn oranges to orange juice. some ed based hurt/comfort from your boyfriend, mostly plotless i just needed to get something off of my chest

🍊 word count: 799

🍊 trigger warnings: eating disorders, emetophobia, very self indulgent lmao

🍊 a/n: inspired by that one melanie martinez song. sorry if this sucks your boy is going through it

it's hard. really hard. it's a struggle that not many can understand unless they've been through it or are currently going through it themselves. it's not just as simple as not eating or wanting to be thin, it runs so much deeper. hell, it hurts deeper, too.

your entire life revolves around it- planning out your next meal, whether you'll eat or skip, the amount of calories you'll consume, how you'll dispose of the food or if you'll even make it at all– a constant battle plan for a war you can't remember the reason for starting.some don't get it or refuse to acknowledge it. so what if you lose a little weight? you're still technically healthy, so there's no real problem. everyone goes through periods where they're not hungry.

it's stupid, you think, but the very thing that makes you want to break down is the same thing that brings you comfort— food. or, more specifically, the food your boyfriend, sejanus, brings you. you didn't have to tell him anything. he was able to catch on rather quickly and has been making accommodations for you, like making sure you always have your safe foods or a shoulder to cry on. he doesn't understand, nor will he ever, but at least he's trying.

today was one of the harder days. you sat outside the school on the front steps, fidgeting nervously with your fingers as sejanus peeled an orange for you, one of your safe snacks he had packed along with his own lunch. not being around a bunch of other people did help to ease the anxiety a bit, but it didn't eradicate the whole problem.

sejanus passed you the peeled orange with a smile, already having cracked it into a few pieces. “i'll take the first bite if you want.” you only nodded.

your boyfriend grabbed one of the slices before biting into it. “mm.. y'know, my ma has been growing these for as long as i can remember.” he said with a wistful smile. “she wanted to grow the biggest garden panem had ever seen.. so, she started with oranges, since they were my pa's favorite.”

“oh?” you asked, biting into the corner of one of the orange slices. tangy, yet comforting.

“mhm.” sejanus ate another slice. “she's grown a lot more, of course.. apples and lemons, we've gotten a few strawberry bushes now, too. dunno where she's finding all the land for it, but.. it makes her happy.” the brunette turned to you. “how’s that orange treating you?”

“‘s good.” you mumbled, still nibbling away at it. “reminds me of the orange juice we used to drink on your porch.. with your mother's blueberry muffins.” hunger hit you like a wave, yet you refused to give in.

“i miss those days.. we should have more like them. maybe go on a picnic in the park some day.”

“maybe..”

you had gone over the amount you planned on during lunch, eating not only an entire orange but half of the sandwich you packed the previous night for show. you took your guilt out on your throat when you had the chance, trying to make up for it. how could you lose control so easily?

when you stumbled into your sixth period a few minutes late, sejanus’ eyes automatically caught your own, and you weren't able to shield the disappointment in your eyes. neither was he. it wasn't entirely disappointment, more so worry, a look that said i know you're better than this. and the truth is, you knew you were. recovery was a game you played. some days you could eat and others you couldn't. you'd eat eventually, but for now? running on empty was just what you needed.

“you were doing so good,” sejanus murmured when you got a moment alone. “why now?”

“it's– it's not that simple. i can't give you the answer you're looking for.”

“honey, i don't care about what i want right now.” he took your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. “tell me anything and i'll listen, i'm here for you. speak in a language you can understand.. i'll keep up.”

“but i don't understand.” you said in a defeated tone. “i don't understand why i'm like this or why i can't stop..”

“then let me help you. please?” sejanus pleaded, bringing your hands up to his mouth and kissing the top of each. “let me do what i can. i don't want to lose you.”

you could only nod, reduced to tears– tears of frustration, of anguish, tears of burnt out hope. sejanus’ heart nearly shattered when he saw this, and he dropped your hands only to pull you into an embrace.

“i love you.” he whispered. “you're gonna get through this. i'll make sure of it.”

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #self insert #second person pov #no use of y/n #hurt/comfort #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosbas #the hunger games #thg

[star-writes-sometimes]

bullying and cuddles

word count: 2.3k

cw: fem reader, reader implied to have anxiety cause im projecting, swearing, bullying (affectionate), fluff, idiots in love, probably ooc tangerine but whatever

a/n: i needed domestic fluff, is this similar to other stuff ive written? yes but i dont care i love domestic fluff. i geniuenly was debating posting this because i kinda hate it but yknow c'est la vie

---—---

you emerged from the safe house bathroom after brushing your teeth in an old tshirt and pyjama shorts. both of the boys bedroom doors were closed and you could hear the thomas the tank engine theme song coming from lemon’s room. 

the door of your room was open and your suitcase was on the ground, clothes messily thrown all over the place. you had been here for about four days now so you were settled in as much as you could be in a new environment.

you and the twins were staking out a place and it was long and tedious, by this point you were thoroughly bored and ready for this to end so you could go back home. you couldn’t stand another night in the cold unfamiliar bed. 

so, instead you knocked on tangerine’s door.

“come in.”

you opened the door and walked in, quickly shutting it behind you and leaning against it, facing tangerine. he was sat up in his bed reading a book. he was wearing a plain tshirt and pyjama pants. he looked comfy, more relaxed than he usually was. the quilt was folded neatly at the end of his bed and his suitcase on the floor was immaculately organised, a stark contrast to how your room looked.

“hi,” he said smiling at you.

“hi,” you returned the smile.

“cute pyjamas.”

you were wearing a faded marvin the martian tshirt and pyjama shorts covered in little oranges, “they’re oranges.”

“you sure you didn’t wear them just for me, love?” he smiled wider at you, cocking his head to the side slightly, “cause you look adorable.”

“why would i wear them for you, you’re my third favourite person in this house,” you scoffed.

“are you putting yourself above me?”

“i know my worth,” you squinted at the book he had in his hands, “whatcha reading?”

“uhh,” he glanced down at the page he was on, “the hunger games.”

“really?” 

“why are you surprised?”

“i don’t know,” you laughed slightly, “i can only image you reading old or pretentious books.”

“are you calling me pretentious?”

you snapped your fingers in realisation, “tolstoy, you seem like the tolstoy type have you read anna karenina?”

“well, yes i have but i don’t just read old books.”

“so, hunger games.”

“yeah, it’s good criticism on violence in capitalistic societies.”

“i don’t think professional assassins should have a say on violence in capitalistic societies.”

he rolled his eyes, “then i enjoy the commentary on consumerism.”

you glanced at the gold jewellery on the bedside table, “i don’t think you can have a say on that either.”

he followed you eye line, “oh fuck off.”

you laughed, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you shifted around slightly in your spot against the door.

“did you come in here for a reason or just to take the piss out of me?”

you thought back to your lifeless room, “i was bored and i couldn’t annoy lemon.”

“why not, you’d probably enjoy his company more than mine,” his eyes drifted back down to his book.

“he’s watching thomas and there’s only so much of that i can take.”

he nodded, “understandable.”

there was a pause and you fidgeted with your hands nervously. you didn’t notice tangerine staring at you intently, contemplating what he should do.

“come sit with me,” he gestured to the empty spot next to him.

“are you sure?” you hesitated, bringing up your hand to chew on your nails.

“‘course love.”

you slowly moved over and sat on the bed next to him, keeping distance between you both on the queen sized bed.

it was silent again and you pulled your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on your knee.

“what part are you up to?” you asked.

“the interviews with caesar.” he turned his head and focused on you, noting your position and the gap you put between the both of you, “have you read it before?”

“back when i was a teenager but not since then.” you avoided his eyes, feeling anxious about the sharp eye contact, “have you read it before?”

“yeah, i’ve read it a few times.”

you just hummed in response. despite the nervous thoughts running through your head it felt better being in here with tangerine than being alone in your room. it was better having anxiety over being alone with the guy you were crushing on than the emptiness you would have felt by yourself in your room. 

“come here love.” he said softly.

“what?” your eyes snapped up to him.

“sit next to me properly.” 

you moved slightly closer, still leaving space between you both.

tangerine rolled his eyes and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “i’m not gonna fucking bite ya love, you can sit next to me.”

you scrunched your nose up at him, “i just didn’t want to get cooties.”

“you think i have cooties?”

“yup you have phytophthora gummosis.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

you laughed and leant into him more, “it's a disease that affects citrus trees.”

he tried not to smile, “how long have you been waiting to make that joke.”

“a few weeks,” you smiled brightly, “i did research on citrus trees.”

“just so you could take the piss out of me?”

“i had to, you look cute when you’re all annoyed and scrunch your eyebrows up.” you reached up and run over one of his eyebrows with your thumb.

“don’t call me cute.”

“why not? you are.”

“i’m meant to be intimidating.”

“how could anyone be scared of you? you’re reading the hunger games.”

“very funny, i can be scary and enjoy the hunger games.”

“are you team peeta or gale?”

“definitely peeta, he was smart and a romantic,” tangerine said, like he had thought about it a lot before.

“oh so you’re a romantic that adds to your scariness.”

“you’re bullying me, you’re a bully,” he pinched your side, enjoying the way you squirmed into him.

you yawned and put your head on his shoulder. he repositioned his arm that was around your shoulder and started stroking your hair.

“are you tired darling?”

you blinked sluggishly, “yeah… i should probably go-”

you started to get up but was stopped and cut off by tangerine.

“no, stay,” he held onto you, “you just relax.”

you bite your lip anxiously but try to relax into him again. you stared at the book in his hand, studying the mockingjay symbol on the cover. 

“what’s on your mind pet?”

you felt your neck heat up at the unfamiliar nickname, “uh can you maybe read to me?”

“you want me to read to you?”

you nodded.

“you sure you’ll be able to understand with the accent?”

“you’re british not an alien, i can understand you fine.”

“okay.” he pulled you close, you settled with your head on his chest and his arm comfortably around you. he smiled down at you, silently grateful that you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, “you ready?”

“yeah,” 

“okay darling,” he took his focus off you and onto the book, “i’m still in a daze for the first part of peeta’s interview. he has the audience from the get-go, though; i can hear them laughing, shouting out. he plays up the baker’s son thing, comparing tributes to the bread from their districts.”

“what would your strategy be in the interviews?” you asked.

“i’m not sure.”

“i don’t think you could pull off the charming thing.”

“wow, thanks love your doing wonders for my self esteem,” he replied sarcastically.

you smiled, “no that’s not what i meant, you’re plenty charming, i just think you’d be better as one of those career tributes everyone is scared of.”

“i thought you said i wasn’t scary?”

“shhh that was minutes ago you should’ve forgotten about that by now, just keep reading.”

“right sorry,” he laughed slightly, “then he has a funny anecdote about the perils of the capital showers. ‘tell me, do i still smell like roses?’ he asks caesar, and then there's a whole run where they take turns sniffing each other that brings down the house.”

“maybe you would be charming, you always smell really nice.”

“thank you, darling,” he kissed your forehead and pulled you impossibly closer, “you smell nice too.”

you smiled and adjusted your position so you could hold onto his shirt. 

“i’m coming back into focus when caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.” he continued, “peeta hesitates, then gives him an unconvincing shake of his head. ‘handsome lad like you. there must be some special girl. come on what’s her name?’ says caesar. peeta sighs. ‘well there is this one girl. i’ve had a crush on her ever since i can remember. but i’m pretty sure she didn’t know i was alive before the reaping.’”

tangerine glanced down at you half surprised and half disappointed you didn’t interrupt again. he liked listening to you talk.

your breathing had evened and your eyes had closed. you’d fallen asleep against him. he bookmarked the book and placed it on his side table. he carefully reached down, grabbed the quilt and pulled it over the both of you.

“goodnight, love.” he kissed your cheek gently.

— 

lemon woke up the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen, prepared to see tangerine already up and cooking breakfast for the three of you. he was shocked to find the kitchen empty, no trace of you or tangerine. 

he looked over at both your bedroom doors and saw yours open and empty. weird. you were usually the last awake, having to be woken up by one of the twins.

lemon walked over to tangerine’s door and opened it, “hey bruv have you seen-” he cut himself off looking down at the scene in front of him.

you were asleep in tangerine’s arms and he was holding you close. he was awake and staring down at you, playing with your hair and gently tracing your features as you slept.

lemon snickered, “whats going on here, then?”

“shut the fuck up,” tangerine immediately fired back but lemon knew it was less harsh than it usually was. despite all the teasing tangerine knew he’d get, he was happy.

“this is cute, it really is.” lemon quipped, “but i have no clue how to make breakfast so please get up soon.”

“i’m not interrupting her sleep just cause your fucking incompetent.”

“fine, just don’t blame me if i burn this place down trying to make toast,” lemon started to leave.

“stop, just wait ten minutes then i’ll make you some fucking food.”

“thanks bruv, really appreciate it.”

“whatever.”

lemon left and tangerine was alone with you again. 

tangerine moved your hair away from your face, “sweetheart?” he kissed your forehead, “if you don’t wake up soon the smoke alarm will probably wake you.”

you stretched slightly and snuggled into tangerine more, “this is nicer than the way lemon wakes me up.”

“if we don’t get up soon lemon is gonna try to cook,” he held your face and kissed you cheek gently.

“we can’t have that he’ll probably poison us all,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “why is your bed comfier than mine?”

“because i actually make mine?” he got up and stared down at you still wrapped in the blanket.

“ha ha,” you laughed dryly and fell back into the bed.

you closed your eyes again and settled back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. it really was a comfortable bed. 

your peaceful rest was interrupted by getting lifted into the air.

your eyes flew open as tangerine picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen. you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly.

"what the fuck are you doing, you fucking numpty!?"

"you looked peaceful i didn't want to have to wake you again."

"well it didn't fucking work you twat."

"sorry, love," he set you down on the kitchen bench and kissed you cheek, "but you look cute when your annoyed."

you felt your face heat slightly and turned your face away from him.

"stop flirting and make me breakfast." lemon interrupted.

"you could say please, you wanker," tangerine snapped at him.

"please, make us breakfast, please, mr. fruit?" you said giving your best puppy dog eyes.

"for you, not for him, darling." 

you smiled, "thank you, tan."

“you’re a twat,” lemon added.

tangerine flipped lemon off and started making pancakes. you jumped off the kitchen bench and moved over to the kettle, checking it was full before boiling it.

“lemon, do you want a cuppa?”

“yeah,” lemon mumbled, distracted by his comic.

tangerine whacked lemon up the side of his head.

“yes please, sweetheart," lemon corrected himself.

“thanks lem,” you laughed slightly at the sibling abuse.

the kettle flicked off and you finished making the three cups of tea and handed one to lemon who smiled in thanks. you walked over to tangerine and placed one on the counter in front of him.

tangerine grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek, “thank you pet.”

you pulled away from him and started drinking your own cup, watching tangerine as he cooked and plated the golden pancakes.

“so did you two fuck last night?” lemon abruptly asked.

you choked on your tea and tangerines head snapped up to glare at him.

“no we slept together,” tangerine slowly replied.

lemon snorts, “i thought that was the same thing.”

“no you bellend we actually just slept, we were tired,” tangerine snapped.

you gulped down the rest of your tea and quickly placed your mug in the sink, “i’m gonna go shower boys, please save me some pancakes.” you smiled at the both and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

once you were gone lemon spoke up again, “you gonna tell her you love her yet?"

“shut up,” tangerine hissed, glancing at the shut bathroom door.

“she likes you too you know.”

tangerine didn’t respond for a few seconds, “really?”

“you’re in love with each other you both just fucking stupid.”

and for once tangerine didn’t feel the need to throw an insult back, he just reveled at the thought that you could like him too.

#tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #bullet train 2022 #bullet train x reader #tangerine x you