#we movin on now bois

[allofuswantgwinam]

i told y’all this would be my top song 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 i have never predicted it correctly til this time lmao

#skz was my top artist also not surprising #juice world was 5 :(( he’s always in my top rip #k pop has takin over my tops though basically #I was worried my Spotify wrap up was gonna be depressing af bc of how my life has done a flip 🤣🤣😭 #but luckily was not depressing bc we kick in life in the ass finally #I said ‘this shit hurted but we movin on’ and actually put actions where my mouth is #good for me #s2g though everytime something would piss me or or I get upset I put this song on 🤣🤣🤣 #also I finally messaged chicken boy and it’s my turn to reaping bUT I KEEP OVERTHINKING IT #I KINDA AM LIKE REGRETTING MESSAGING BC NOW I HAVE TO KEEP ANSWERING BUT IDK HOW TO HIT ON HIM SO I PROBABLY WONT #BC I WAS CASUAL #BUT WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO AFTER THE SAMLL TALK #I CANT #DO IT

[bleedingoptimism]

Eddie manages the band's TikTok when they are on tour. The content is mostly behind the scenes of them on the road, news about where they will be going next, band practice, jam sessions, etc. The boys have been friends since high school and get along amazingly, like family. But also like shit, just like family. So there are also videos of Eddie laughing while Frank yells at Jeff for farting on his pillow in the tour bus or Eddie filming himself while running as Gareth chases after him for eating the last cookie. HIS last cookie.

The channel is pretty popular even though it doesn't update often. And the links to their merch store and ticket store while on tour, help a lot with the band's expenses. Music being online makes people buy fewer albums and vinyls. And Spotify paying 0,03 cents per song makes being an up-and-coming band that needs money to rent a studio for recording, bus fares, hotel accommodations and to pay the roadies and technicians… kinda hard.

But the TikTok helps! So Chrissy, Eddie's best friend, Gareth's fiance, and their manager, suggests that Eddie keeps the TikTok going while on break from tour.

It doesn't take long to come up with the perfect idea. Restoring Eddie's old van to make it a small house on wheels for road-tripping. But they’ll need a handyman, someone who knows what they are doing.

Luckily, Chrissy has a solution to that. Her cousin Vicky, just came back from traveling the coast on a huge RV with her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s best friend and, according to Vicky, the man is an expert. He built the whole thing himself, from the ground up. So Chrissy tells Vicky, who asks Robin, who talks to Steve, and the meeting is set up.

On the day of the meeting, Eddie parks the van outside his place, sits on the back, and hits record on his phone, “Morning!” he says to the camera, squinting one eye as the sun hits his face because it’s actually noon, “I’m gonna do something fun during the tour break and I wanted to take yall with me. You see, ever since I was young, I've had this dream. Well, other than becoming a musician who can live off his music, thank you for that by the way,” he smiles and tips an invisible hat towards the camera. “The second thing I've always wanted is having one of those built-in movin' houses, a little RV, a camping van, you know the ones” he wiggles his brows and moves the phone a little around him, to show where he’s sitting so people know where he’s going with this.

“Sooo I asked a friend of a friend of a friend, who is an expert on making dreams come true, to help me and we are gonna mod my van. My lovely Haley, my faithful baby, who has been with me since the beginning… I'm scared. This dude better be good.” he laughs nervously.

part two -> 📱💞🚙

And then his focus shifts to something behind his phone, “Oh, here he comes now!” he waves enthusiastically and keeps looking, either forgetting he’s still filming his reaction or too distracted to save face, he squints a little and then frowns, blushes and, chuckles nervously again, “Oh no. he’s hot.”

☕🥐💕 coffee? by the lake's shore?

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #im in a rockstar eddie doing mundane things kick #i wrote something

[zapernz]

imagine sam folding and being subby for his overly girly and cutesy girlfriend after she ask’s nicely :)))

⋆obey⋆

nsfw; sub!sam x dom!fem!reader, nipple play, biting, dry humping

use of; baby

a/n love this prompt aaaahhgggg

“please, cmon, you always take the lead.. why can’t i for once?” you plead to sam, propped up against the headboard, holding your thighs while you straddle him. he sighs “i dunno princess, will you be able to? what if you don’t like it? shouldn’t we talk about it more?” he tilts his head to the side as he questions you.

you squirm on his lap making his thought to tell you ‘no’ dwindle away. “please sam, please, please, it’ll be so good, promise!” you plead again, still squirming in his lap. his hands move from your thighs to your hips to stop the unintentional grinding on his dick. he groans “y’gotta stop movin like that baby, uh- so what, you want to be a dom now or something?” he smirks teasing you.

getting antsy you start trying to squirm against the hold he has on you, “sam, cmon just let me try, cmon pretty please?” you whine. your grinding on his dick in just the right way, he’s just a man, and fuck it’s hard to turn this down, and honestly all logic flew out the window the moment your hips started moving on him. he squeezes your hips encouragingly, “alright you have me, do as you want.” he sighs in defeat.

you move his hands off your hips, with a stutter from him, he was going to open his mouth and ask you what you’re doing. but you’re in charge so he lets you move his hands above his head. “keep them there, no touching.” you say. he blinks at you in disbelief, “no touching?!” he exclaims. he loves touching you, feeling your warm body, memorising every curve and dip.

“you heard me.” you say with an odd stern tone to your voice. sam huffs a noise of semi approval. you move your hands under his shirt, slowly touching, trying to memorise him, as he had you. he groans when your fingers brush lightly over his nipples, and unexpectedly pinch them hard, making a loud noise of surprise. “fuck! what the fuck!?” you chuckle, “y’know it feels good baby, trust me.” he opens his mouth but shuts it, the way you’re talking sends a shiver if anticipation down his spine, and makes his dick twitch uncomfortably in his pants.

your feverish hands move quickly to take his shirt off and latch your lips onto one of the sensitive buds, his hips unintentionally buck up and he stiffles a moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. removing your mouth, while on the way to the other, you mumble “sensitive boy huh? who would’ve guessed.”

at this he whines. a pathetic, pitiful whine, you’ve never heard something like that from him, and were determined to get more. you latch your mouth onto the other bud, nipping every so often, making him writhe and squirm.

you take your mouth off of him replacing it with your fingers. teasing and pinching at them, you strategically place your knee in between his legs, settling right where his aching dick rested.

he immediately starts bucking his hips to finally get the friction he’d be so desperately trying to acquire. “ohhh fuckk” he moans out loudly. you watch him, as your usually dominant, fucking-you-until-you-scream-boyfriend, has his hands obediently above his head, his nipples being pinched and played with, and bucking against your knee like a rabid dog.

you try experimentally pinching a bit harder, making his gasp and bite his lip, “fuck- yeah like that- hard!” he barely manages to make out through the moans. you moved your lips down to his neck, sucking harshly, not just nipping, but biting, your teeth sinking into his skin, every bite makes him let out a guttural moan if pure pleasure and ecstasy.

moving down to his collarbones, repeatedly sinking your teeth into the flesh, leaving your mark all over him, unable to be hidden. his erratic hips buck up against your knee, the confinement of his jeans making him get closer and closer to the edge. he can feel the coil, but the pleasure is to immense, he can’t even form a word or sentence, just moans, whines and whimpers. he just needs something to throw him over the edge.

and then you do it.

smirking to yourself, you move your mouth down to one of his nipples, lightly sucking at first, but then all of a sudden, you bite it, hard. and thats what did it. his hips are stuttering, his breathy moans are constant, as you pull back you watch as the orgasm washes over him.

slowly he comes down, his hips slowing down and eventually stopping, his breathing becoming more steady, and moans turn into pants.

“holy fuck” he sighs, covering his face with his hands.

#zapz writes #sam monroe smut #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sub sam monroe #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #sub!anakin

[togrowoldinv]

First Date

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You pick Wanda up at her home for a date and learn a lot about the woman by the time she goes back inside that night

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink (oops), thigh riding, oral (R receiving), Wanda’s first time with a woman

Note: Milf!Wanda, am I right? Y’all enjoy this one!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You take a deep breath and knock on Wanda’s front door. You fiddle with the flowers you bought her as you anxiously await for her to open the door.

The woman had agreed to go out with you after you met her in the coffee shop you work at. You weren’t usually one to ask customers out, but you felt drawn to her in some way. And she seemed to have felt it too.

The door opens and there’s a young child standing there.

“Hi,” he says to you. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m y/n. Is this Wanda’s house or?” You are asking the question when the woman finally makes her appearance.

“Tommy! What did I tell you about opening her door?” Wanda scolds him lightly.

“Not to do it,” the little boy says, his eyes avoid Wanda’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Mom. That’s not a piece of information you knew about the woman.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. Try to remember, okay?”

“I will!” The boy promises. Wanda kisses his head and he runs off inside the house.

Wanda finally can turn her attention to you.

“Hi y/n,” she says. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” you reply. “These are for you.”

You hand her the flowers and she holds them to her heart in awe.

“Come on in and I’ll put these in a vase before we go,” Wanda says.

“I’m assuming that’s your son?” You make small talk as you follow her inside.

“Oh, yes. That’s Tommy. He’s my rambunctious one. Billy is much more calm.”

“Right. Okay, so two kids then?”

“Yes. Twin boys. Is that a dealbreaker?” Wanda asks, her voice only half indicating she might be joking.

“Of course not. I love kids,” you say. She breathes a sigh of relief. “Plus, that means I’m dating a total milf.”

Wanda laughs so hard at that comment that she can barely breathe. You smile at how beautiful she is even when she’s cackling.

“I needed that laugh,” Wanda says as she finally gets her breathing back to normal. “I just need to tell the boys goodbye and I’ll be back, okay?”

“Perfect,” you say.

You give the woman the space to go and tell her sons goodbye. You can’t hear much through the walls but you hear a chorus of I love yous as Wanda leaves the hall and finds you again.

She follows you to your car and you open the door for her. The car ride goes quickly and you’re at the restaurant and seated in record time.

The talk between you and Wanda flows easily and it’s like you’ve known each other for a long time. Dinner is a delight and on any normal date you’d want to take her home that night, but you don’t want to rush things.

Still, you park back in Wanda’s driveway and neither one of you necessarily want this night to end.

“Wanda, I had an amazing time tonight,” you say. You look over at her in the passenger seat. She’s absolutely glowing in the moonlight.

“Me too, y/n.”

Wanda leans in just a few inches closer to you, but she stops.

“You’re going to have to kiss me because I’m too scared to kiss you,” she admits, her eyes gazing into yours.

“You don’t need to be scared, baby. How long has it been?” You ask. She knows what you mean.

“Far too long.”

“Let’s fix that.”

You take Wanda’s face into your hands and kiss her. You put everything you have into the kiss and Wanda melts into a puddle from the feeling. Your hands and your lips and your tongue make Wanda feel like a brand new woman.

“Is it always that good?” She asks once you break for air.

“No ma’am it is not,” you reply.

“I really want you,” Wanda says. She gasps at her own bluntness. “Sorry, I just- that was amazing, but I don’t expect anything else.”

“Wanda, I really like you,” you assure her. “If you want me right now, you can have me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come here,” you say, moving your seat back and tapping on your lap.

Wanda moves to your lap and her skirt slips further up her legs. Creamy thighs reveal themselves to you.

“Wanda, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her. You run a hand through her hair and she shivers. Pulling her down for a kiss, you’re sure to let your other hand wander over her.

It slips under her shirt and up her abdomen to her chest. Wanda moans into the kiss when you fondle her breast under her shirt.

She pulls away and lets you pull her shirt over her head. You go for her neck this time, kissing and leaving bites that make her let out delicious sounds.

You notice the woman is desperate to relieve the feeling between her legs.

“Wanda, baby, ride my thigh,” you instruct her.

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“Definitely. Let me help,” you say.

You pull her skirt further up her hips to reveal her lacy underwear. You slip your fingers across the wet material and pull them to the side.

Wanda gasps at the sensation of her naked pussy rubbing against your pants for the first time. Once she gets a rhythm, she feels better than she has in years.

“I love seeing you like this, Wanda,” you encourage her. “You’re doing so well.”

“Fuck,” Wanda moans. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah I know it does, mommy,” the word slips out, but the way Wanda has to grip your shirt harder to keep herself from falling over with pleasure tells you that it’s okay. Even that she likes it.

“I’m going to come,” Wanda says, her words mixing with moans of pleasure.

“Come for me, Mommy,” you say.

Wanda comes hard against your thigh. Her legs shake as she leans against you.

“Fuck that was so good,” Wanda says. She grabs your face and kisses you passionately. It almost feels like a thank you kiss.

Wanda smiles at you when she pulls away. You swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful woman.

“Can I- do you need to-“ Wanda stumbles over the words.

“Only if you want to,” you say to her. “I’m more than happy to just please you.”

“No. No, I just haven’t- with a woman before,” Wanda admits.

“Oh, well you just did pretty damn amazing. You’ve got this,” you say.

Wanda chuckles and she situates herself on her knees in front of you.

“May I?” She asks, gesturing to your pants.

“Please,” you say.

Her deft fingers work to pull your pants down your legs with your underwear as well. Wanda hesitates, so you guide her to your center. She licks through your folds slowly, but once she gets comfortable she picks up the pace.

“Just like that Wanda, fuck,” you say as she keeps going. She gets the hang of what makes you feel good quickly.

When she uses her thumb to brush against your clit while her mouth is still at work, you grip her hair tight.

“Are you going to come for Mommy?” Wanda pulls her mouth away just enough to speak.

“Yes ma’am,” you reply.

She grins devilishly and puts her mouth on you again. She’s successful in just a few more minutes.

You ride out your high and Wanda climbs back up into your lap.

“Thank you for tonight,” Wanda says. “I haven’t felt this good in- well maybe ever.”

You kiss her lips softly. A reminder that you really like her.

“I feel good too, babe. Can I see you again?”

“Is tomorrow night too soon?” She asks.

“Tomorrow night sounds perfect.”

Wanda moves back to the passenger seat and you two get dressed again. With one more goodnight kiss Wanda goes inside her house, and you drive home with a smile on your face.

Best first date ever.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #milf!wanda #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff comfort

[arminsblackbimbo]

makeup kisses

blackfem!reader x lover!boy armin

tw: overuse of the word kisses, fluff, and saliva

loverboy!armin who loves kissing you. kissing your everywhere, kissing everything he can. he loves kissing your ears, your neck, your cheeks. literally your whole face gets daily kisses from him.

loverboy!armin who loves taking your makeup off your face from said kisses, loves watching you get mad about how now he has brown makeup on his face for everyone to see

loverboy!armin who just smiles while you wipe the makeup off his face while you scowl him telling him that people are gonna notice that he's been kissing you nonstop, but he can't help himself and goes right back to kissing underneath your jaw line

"armin back up your messing up my makeup, everyday we do this" you pout but can't help but giggle and push him back because it feels so ticklish when he starts doing this

"well you won't let me kiss you with your lipliner on, and i can't resist myself when you look so good" he pouts pulling you closer to his chest crushing you against him

he's starts sucking on your neck, right in his favorite spot, he always goes to this spot on your neck when you won't let him kiss you

you spent so much time on your makeup and he knows that so when you say no kisses on the lips he respects you but that won't stop him from kissing everywhere else

you move your chin up higher so he can have more surface area. he starts murmuring "i love yous" in between each kiss to your jaw and cheek.

"i love you" kissing your cheek

"iiii love you" kissing the middle of your neck

"i love you so much" kissing close to your ear

with his last kiss to your cheek and "i love you" he sucks on your cheek suctioning his lips kissing hard

he finally pulls away and just looks at you with his adorable look with a new layer of fresh makeup on his face.

you try and look mad but really you loved when he gets like this, gets so needy for you and your lips and right now you want a kiss him too you miss his lips on yours.

putting your hands on each on of his cheeks you kiss each side of his face

"ok, you can have one peck" you hold up your pointer finger

"just one" you look at him with a stern look

before you can even process the words leaving your mouth hes already kissing you

using his tongue to lick at your bottom lip with his lips still on yours, movin his head to the side moving his tongue with yours in your mouth

with you pressed against him keeping you close using all his might with each hard peck, because he knows once he stops your gonna fuss at him

"stick you tongue out pretty please" he mutters against your lips

you listen to him as he licks at your tongue thats hanging out your mouth. using that saliva to make the next kiss to your lips so sloppy.

suctioning on your top lip has become his new favorite way to kiss you, still toying with your tongue in your mouth

he slows himself down now making the kiss extra slow and the sounds of spit is now not as constant as it was before

moving slow allows him to search all over the inside of your mouth and really feel the sensation of your amazing lips

with his final kisses he makes them puckered kisses to your mouth, he presses his lips into to yours not leaving when he's done and just smiling against your lips with strings of salvia keeping you still attached to each other

you push him back "armin, really ?!?!" you grab his face attempting to wipe your ruined lip liner off his swollen lips

"sorry, i just love you too much baby i can't help it"

loverboy!armin who just can't stop loving you

#black!reader #armin arlert #armin x blackfem!reader #armin x black reader #blackfem!reader #loverboy!armin #aot x black reader #blackfemreader #armin aot #attack on titan #armin♡ #fluff #y'all this my first thing i've ever written that i've posted BE NICE TOO ME #lychee drafts ۟ ꪆ୧✧ㅤㅤ ۟ #arminsblackbimbo ૮꒰ྀི˵ > ﻌ < ˵꒱ྀིა

[little-diable]

One day you're gone – Tommy Shelby

Let's just ignore the fact that songs are my biggest inspiration, ok? Alright. Inspired by "one day you're gone" by "gavn!". I know this is super angsty, but I think it's a beautiful fic, so please give it a chance. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She died years ago, and yet he still dreams of her, forced to relive their moments together every single night

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, loss of his wife (sorry for killing us off), this is sad, like really

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (1.3k words)

One day you're here and one day you're gone, you beat to the drum but you keep movin' on, ain't nobody knows when the next name's called, ‘cause one day you're here and one day you're gone

He dreamt of her, hands trembling from feeling his fingers interlaced with hers just moments before waking, heart racing from clinging to her like a blanket made to protect his shuddering body, lips tingling from kissing her breathless, at least in his dream. 

Those were the nights where Tommy woke with a cry, unable to wipe away the tears clinging to his cheeks as he choked on his gasps. Ever since he had been a little boy, he had been forced to let go of people, a dull pain Tommy had slowly adapted to. Until (y/n) had been ripped from his side, leaving him and the life they had begun to build together. 

He dreamt of her nightly, of their moments together, from childhood memories, to their wedding day. He saw it all so clearly as if he was watching recordings, though not in black and white and without sound, but full of colour. A bright splash of life like she had been, the light in his darkness, the colour in his grey life, the guiding hand that was now one with the soil he still felt clinging to his fingers. 

“Today we mourn the loss of our (y/n), daughter, friend, wife.” Tears blurred Tommy’s vision as he stood near the coffin, hands interlaced in front of himself to try and stop his hands from trembling. He, Arthur, some of their friend’s and (y/n)’s father had carried the coffin up to the grave, unable to speak as the weight of their sadness weighed them down. 

“Thomas.” The bucket filled with soil was reached out for him to take, forcing his eyes to find the dark ones of their pastor. With a shaky exhale leaving him, he let his fingers disappear in the cold soil, taking just enough to throw it down onto her coffin, covering a small part of the dark wood. 

“How could you do this to me?” His voice carried exhaustion, speaking to those who were listening, the holy Father promising to protect those finding his way to him, people like (y/n) who had been ripped from this life too early. 

Tommy rose to his feet as his fingers found a cigarette, alighting it before making his way out his empty bedroom. One of the places that held too many memories. One of the places he couldn’t part from just yet because his nose could still pick up on the scent of her perfume, because his eyes could still see her soft frame lying next to him, even though it had been years. 

“Oh, Tommy.” She had her back arched off the mattress, legs wrapped around his middle. The two had gotten married hours ago, saying yes to one another in the company of their families and friends, finally reunited after the war. Tears had been shed that day, tears that were falling now once again, though these tears were urged on by desperation, by love, by lust. 

His hips met hers with every thrust, drawing moans from (y/n) as his cock nudged her sweet spot. Tommy couldn’t rip his eyes from her features, the beautiful face he had thought of in France, clinging to his memories as if they were the oxygen he needed to survive. 

“My beautiful wife,” his words left (y/n) moaning, walls fluttering around his cock. The scent of her perfume wrapped itself around Tommy, luring him even further into the grasp she had on his body and soul, a promise made to last for eternity, a promise broken in only a few months time. 

“I love you, Thomas, I always will.” 

Rain was pouring from the sky, as if nature was sharing Tommy’s pain, missing the one who had spent most of her time in their garden, the one who had talked to the flowers as if they were her friends, the one who had watched birds pick up the seeds she had left for them as if they were pilgrims sharing her path. A kind hearted soul who had paid the price for a life Tommy hadn’t been able to protect her from. 

Tommy didn’t know how to make it through life without (y/n) by his side, he hadn’t lived a single day without her being part of his closest circle, glued together from birth, brought together by their mothers who had been friends for years. Ever since their first days together, Tommy had loved her, first as a friend, then as a lover, then as a husband, and now as a widower. 

“Can I kiss you?” Tommy’s voice filled the evening, forcing her wide eyes towards his bright ones. 

“What?” Nervous chuckles bubbled out of the young girl. She struggled to hold eye contact with Tommy, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, unable to rip herself away from the boy. It was Tommy’s fourteenth birthday, celebrating his day with (y/n) glued to his side, chasing him through the streets both knew like the back of their hands. 

“It’s my birthday wish.” Heat flushed through her as Tommy carefully cupped her cheek. She knew that he had kissed other girls before, locking lips with those she envied, but not once had she been kissed, waiting for Tommy to finally give in. 

“Do it.” His lips were on hers in an instant, drawing a surprised gasp from (y/n). It was a clumsy kiss both had to adjust to, but once her nerves finally let go of her, allowing the young girl to get used to the new sensation, she found herself enjoying the new feeling. 

With a sigh rumbling through Tommy, he plopped down on the stairs leading up to their house, stairs she had walked with naked feet whenever she had finished her garden work. The garden had withered away with her passing as Tommy hadn’t found the strength to step foot on the grass she had cared for. 

Whatever it was that now spurred him on, it forced Tommy back to his feet. The cigarette was long forgotten as he stepped foot on the wet grass, his shirt and underwear instantly soaked through by the pouring rain. He had his bright eyes focused on the weathered flowers, coming to a halt in front of one of many flowerbeds. 

His hands started working, reaching for the dead flowers to rip them from the lifeless soil. And for the first time in years, he felt connected to (y/n), clinging to what she had once planted. Tears once again ran down Tommy’s cheeks as he kept working, only halting his movements as his glassy eyes found the rising sun painting the sky orange and pink. 

“I’m sorry it took me this long, love.” The words were whispered, eyes unable to leave the sky as he made plans to revitalise their garden. He’d never be able to bring her back, but at least he could keep the memory of his loving wife alive. 

Broken bones, you live and learn, ‘cause we don't know that a good thing ends, but someday I hope that it'll all make sense, one day you're here and one day you're gone

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders

[urfavnegronerd]

agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

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“Boy you not tired yet?”

“Nah ion get tired.”

“Well, not if I’m laying next to you, of course.”

Miles had been playing 2k for almost 4 hours, screaming and yelling at the tv screen. You didn’t mind staying over and just watching him play though, you enjoyed his presence anyways. He would sit on the edge of his bed facing the tv, you would sit at the top of his bed, resting your legs on his lap.

“Miles it’s getting late wrap it up..”

“Miles it’s like 12, can you come lay down?” He still stared at the TV not noticing you were talking to him. Eventually he snapped out of it.

“Damn it’s 12? My bad for keeping you up.” He said, almost as low as a whisper. Sooner or later he was turning off his game and laying in bed next to you.

“You got my attention now, ok?” He grabbed your bonnet off his nightstand and slid it over your hair, stuffing your braids inside.

“I kno you not tryna ruin those pretty ass braids I just paid for ma?” Miles said, confused as to why you weren’t covering your hair.

“I just forgot it tonight, thanks boo.” You said smiling at him softly, admiring his small acts of love.

“If you wanna get your hair done again I can-“

“No miles. My hair is gon fall out if I keep getting it done.”

“M’kay.. but if you-“

“Miles, no.” You giggled and turned over to go to sleep. Miles was still laying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

You moved a bit, trying to find the most comfortable spot in bed. After a few seconds you moved again, adjusting your position.

“Can’t sleep or sumn?” Miles turned over a bit to side eye you, confused as to why you kept moving.

“No, I’m just getting comfortable..” you turned again and adjusted your pillow.

“Hm.” He responded with a bit of an annoyed tone.

You moved again, stretching your legs before pulling the blanket higher above your chest.

“Yo, chill y/n.” Miles fully turned to you now, clearly annoyed with your constant movements.

“Boy I’m tryna go to sleep don’t get smart” you palmed his face in your hand and rolled your eyes, turning away from him. Even though you were a bit mean you genuinely did feel bad for moving so much. Miles wasn’t the most sleepiest person ever, so when he did get tired all you wanted him to do was rest. 

Before you knew it Miles’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his head resting near your neck. You couldn’t honestly turn over if you tried.

“Shawty ion know who you talking to, but you not movin no more, ok?” He spoke in your ear while tightening his grip around your waist.

“I’m talking to you lil boy movee ” you laughed at him, trying to push his arms off of you.

“Nah we goin to sleep like this ma, don’t run either. Ion kno why you calling me a lil boy, you kno that’s not true..”

“You’re genuinely so aggravating” you said under your breath, settling into his arms.

“Yea yea, love you more dummy. Now go to sleep.”

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Shorty McLovin

pairing: Chris Evans x Short!Hairstylist! Reader

Summary: Chris and Y/n can’t keep their hands off each other, but that’s pretty obvious

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Warnings: Spit, dirty talk, mirror sex, daddy kink, size kink, squirt, tit play, penetration sex, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, oral (female receiving)

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Will you stop movin for two seconds” I groaned feeling Chris spin around in the seat, trying to avoid my hands which were trying to style his hair. Despite him sitting down, his 6ft frame still towered over me, the consequences of being short.

“You gotta catch me first sweetheart” He laughed dodging my hands, his face smiling brightly even though he had to be up from 5 that morning. I huffed setting down my comb and scissors, my hands settling onto my waist as I looked at him blankly.

“Come on mamas, m' jus playin' with ya” He whined noticing my stare, finally deciding to face me, picking up my comb and handing it back up to me.

I couldn’t help but notice those dark blue eyes of his peering up at me almost mocking me trying to be innocent, his body bulging in its white vest and boxer shorts. His hands then found my ass, holding onto my cheeks he pulled me closer, his hands just resting back there casually.

“Thank you daddy-” Kissing his lips I stood back up, not realising what I had said.

“D-did you just call me daddy?” Chris asked smugly, his hands stopping mine from reaching his hair.

“What? No I didn’t?”

“Uh yes you did bubby, heard it loud n' clear” Chris laughed standing up to his full height, my head just about reaching his chest, his fingers on my chin tilting my head up to look at him.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“C'mon baby you know I don’t like liars” I whispered, her big doe eyes looking up at me innocently, her face glowing in front of the light up vanity mirror. Her hands gripped onto my shirt, her mouth parted as she wondered what to reply with,

“U-uh well it was clearly an accident Chris, happens alla time”

“What so you call other guys daddy then huh?” I questioned, a feeling of possessiveness and jealousy bubbling in my chest at the idea of my woman even thinking about entertaining another man. My fingers reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind her ears, her beautiful face now in view.

“No! Why would you even say that? You know i’m yours and yours alone, plus no one compares to you” She pouted leaning up and pecking my lips cutely, intertwining her hands with mine by our sides; her energy just making me fall in love even more and just seeing how much she loves and cares for me.

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Chris let go of his girl's hands, his fingers reaching up to pull down the lock on the door beside them swiftly. Y/n stood quietly anticipating Chris' next move as he pulled down one of the thin straps of her blue tank top, the flimsy thing barely covering her hardened nipples.

“Chris we can’t, we’re at work” She whimpered, falling right into his handy work, her chest puffed out more to give him more access.

“Yeah? And whose the boss?” He asked with a smirk, pulling the top low enough to reveal her right breast, and boy did he waste no time in getting his paws all over it. He groped it so hard a mewl left the poor girl’s throat, his mouth suckling on her nipple, biting it here and there.

Her nipple now shone with Chris' spit on it, both of their eyes now hazed with desire and lust; complete and utter filthy thoughts.

“i wan’ you to look at yaself in the mirror while I fuck you alright?” Chris growled turning her to face the vanity, both of her hands planted onto the makeup station.

Chris couldn’t help but smile at his woman, all there laid out for him, and only for him. Not only that, but she just seemed to be made for him, both of their bodies connecting like a jigsaw.

With one swift movement he swiped down her underwear to cage her thighs together, her wetness starting to cause her crevices to glimmer. Chris bent down and took one good look at what was his,

“You just smell so fucking delicious baby, ya want me to eat ya out from behind? Treat you like my own fuckslut?”

“Mhm” Y/n whimpered, her knuckles had gone white at this point from how hard she was gripping the table. She couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror, her face was flushed as one of her tits were just hanging out in the open for him to see.

Chris opened up her ass cheek and licked a stripe from her wet pussy up, a moan instantly left Y/n's mouth, her pussy only tingling for more of his wet tongue.

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(Chris' P.O.V)

Flattening my tongue I flicked through her folds, feeling her legs shudder slightly from instability, her arousal practically dripping at this point.

“Hurry up baby, your call time is soon” I heard her say, her body shoving her pussy onto my face as I felt her grind onto it.

“Yes baby, grind on my face like that” I growled holding onto her thighs as she humped my face without abandon, her hand grabbing onto my hair to ground herself even deeper, at this point she was just fucking herself using my nose and mouth.

“Come on baby, cum in daddy’s mouth like a sweet girl”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Mhm i’m gonna cum daddy, gon' cum right on your face” I moaned out, my hips moving out of my control, his nose and mouth were double teaming my swollen hot red pussy, my clit being stimulated by the stubble on his face.

“OaOh Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK DADDY” I screamed shaking and humping his face furiously like a mad woman, feeling a gush of cum just spray onto his face aggressively. The pornographic sounds of him slurping it all up filled the room, my face was contorted to one of pleasure, my eyes had rolled to the back of my head and I was drooling from the mouth.

“Gah baby you got daddy all wet” He chuckled standing up behind me, his thick fingers running along my sensitive folds, my body leaning back into his for warmth and love. His hair was wet with me squirting, the bottom of his face shiny with my cum.

Turning my head around me spat right into my open mouth, the taste of my cum filling my mouth was instantly overtaken by his tongue licking all over my mouth. Whatever wetness was on his face had now transferred over to mine, adding to the amass of filth on us.

Pushing me to lean down a little, his tongue left mine, his larger body caged me in.

“Don’t know if you’re ready for my cock sweetheart, you’re so small I might break daddy’s little pussy” He cooed in a humiliating tone, his index finger edging the entrance of my wet hole, my hips rolling against him every time he did.

“Please daddy, I need it, use your sweetheart’s wet little hole” I whimpered rubbing my ass onto his now naked body, his hardened cock grinding against the curve of my ass erotically.

“Hmm I don’t know hunny, you’re too little” He grinned devilishly, his hand caressing my jaw tenderly before he harshly pushed it against the mirror.

His cock tearing into my pussy roughly, absolutely pounding the fuck out of it, my moans coming out muffled due to the hand on my cheek pushing me against the cool mirror.

“Aw good girl, would ya look at that? Your pussy fits my cock fucking perfectly” He laughed out, one hand holding onto my love handles, his other hand holding onto my shoulder to help keep me up.

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(Chris' P.O.V)

“D-daddy i’m gonna cum again, hug me while I cum? please?” she moaned out suddenly and then I knew she was feeling extremely vulnerable. Pulling out and turning her around, I lifted her up and started fucking her straight away. My arms wrapped around her ass as she continued humping my cock, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck with her head hidden into my chest.

I felt her lips pepper little kisses along my chest, her tongue ever toying with my nipple causing me to bite my lip even harder. The things this woman did to me.

“Fuck Y/n i’m about to-“

“Do it inside of me baby, wanna feel you cum inside my wet swollen pussy” She moaned out, her voice now sounding hoarser and sultry.

“Y/n baby oh my god, shit fuck-“ Shouting out an array of curses I felt myself spill inside of her, her body still clinging onto mine mercilessly, my hands now coming up to wrap around her back as I sat us both down onto the big makeup chair.

Even being in my arms accentuated the fact she was so short, and not going to lie that brought something out of me, something no one else did. I felt her breathing slowly calm down, with her still straddling me I felt her kisses move up to my neck to my face.

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Both of them looked gently and lovingly at each other, Chris brushed back some of his woman’s hair, her head nuzzling into the touch of his hand softly. After some hot steamy sex both of them tended to be even more physically affectionate, if that was even possible.

“You okay sweetheart? Need some water?” Chris bent down grabbing his pink water bottle (it was actually Y/n's but she left it at his house so much it became is) He lifted up the bottle to her lips and rubbed her back soothingly as she took large gulps. A lazy glowing smile was on her face, as she lay back onto Chris' chest

“You okay Chris?”

It was now her turn to ask, picking up her captain America water bottle she gave him some, both of them acting like highschoolers stupidly in love.

“When we get home, we are having a major cuddling session with Dodge” Chris said kissing her shoulder and pulling her top back up, she nodded enthusiastically caressing the apples of his cheeks with her fingers

“Omg wait Chris your hair, my cum-“

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“Hey Y/n what did you do with chris’ hair today” The director asked walking up to the shorter woman, watching as she packed away her hair supplies from the “dirty” vanity.

“u-uh-“

“Don’t worry I think it looks amazing, I even told Chris i’d prefer if it was like that for the whole shoot this week, if that’s ok?”

A red blush captured her cheeks as she nodded sheepishly, the director left the room leaving her to smile embarrassingly

“Everyday this week? Really?”

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Little Dove

Instead of Lucy Gray, he got her younger, little sister, Rosalie Jade.

Chapter Three

"Hey there, Capitol Boy."

Why are you talking to him? Wait, why is that District mutt even here?

The Academy, deciding that it would benefit all students for their new project, let all senior mentors out of school early to help them get to know their tribute.

It was a bit of a hassle for Coriolanus to get out early. High-as-a-kite-bottom argued that he shouldn't be let out early along with the others because he already had a headstart and was late.

Surprisingly, though, Coriolanus' new best friend, Dr. Gaul, said that since it was his idea for the mentors to get closer to their tributes, Coriolanus should be able to go.

So here he was, at the zoo once more. Only to find Sejanus Plinth, standing close to the cage, with an overflowing backpack of different foods, talking to his tribute.

I thought that I was Capitol Boy?

Coriolanus could see the sandwiches, which looked to be a variety of chicken salad, peanut butter and jelly, and egg salad, but how would he know, he's been eating watery cabbage "soup" for almost his whole life years, small water bottles, and ripe, deep purple plums that were slowing falling out of the bag with all of the other foods.

Reaching Sejanus and Rosalie Jade, he picked up on some of their conversation.

"I used to know him. We were friends."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sejanus. I can't imagine how that feels, having to see an old friend being forced to fight for his life. That's awful." Trying to comfort him, Rosalie Jade held onto Sejanus' hand while talking

Deciding that enough sympathy hand touches were given to each other, Coriolanus interrupted their little conversation.

"Rosalie Jade, how are you?"

"As fresh as a rose in the winter." She smiled at him.

You're actually going to make me go mad with all for your stupid ass riddles! As fresh as a rose in the winter? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

Sensing his confusion, Sejanus whispered, "She's not doing good. She's not strong or ready."

Not ready?

Looking at Rosalie Jade and then Sejanus in disbelief, Coriolanus tried to save face. "I knew that, I was conf-concered about her not being ready."

But ready for what?!

"Well course I'm not ready. I'm 12 and goin' to fight to the death for my life!"

Ohh! That's what she meant. Why didn't I figure that out and how did the District mutt figure it out first?

"Which is why I'm here, Rosalie Jade. To help you."

So listen to me and leave this mutt here and let's talk away from him. Far away.

"I know Mr. Snow. But Sejanus here was trying to help everyone get something to eat and since on one was movin’ to get any, I came up to get some and maybe hand out some since they might take it if it’s “from” me rather than Sejanus here. Unless you don't want me or anyone else eatin'?" Rosalie Jade teased him.

"Of course I want you to eat, Rosalie Jade. Just maybe over there, where we can talk about strategies to help you during the games." Coriolanus pointed to an area where there was a rock on the side of the cage Rosalie Jade was in.

"Right, so we can talk about ways I can snap the necks of my opponents. Now that might be a bit hard, with my height an' all." Roslaie Jade joked.

"Rosalie Jade." Sejanus said her name in the way he thought a mother would when their child said something offensive to someone.

"Oh, relax, will ya'? Let me make my jokes. I know I ain't makin' it back home. At least let my mind stay on the sunny side." Rosalie Jade said as she slowly walked away towards the area Coriolanus pointed out earlier.

"Don't say th-"

"What was that? I can't hear you!" Rosalie Jade interrupted Sejanus, making a fake pouty face at him while reaching her hands in front of her, making grabby hands.

"Too far! Oh, the shame! The misery!" She laughed as she turned around and plopped herself down on a large rock.

Sejanus lightly laughed at her antics while Coriolanus scoffed.

She needs to take this seriously. This is her life we're dealing with. My life. Both of our lives. We're connected and she needs to realize that her actions affect me as well. We're in this together, unfortunately.

“Well, she’s not listening to me anymore, might as well leave the bag here in case anyone decides to take any of the food Ma made.”

No one is ever listening to you, Sejanus. And, Ma? Really. We are in public, try to have at least some dignity and decency.

“Yeah. Hey, that was a good idea. Bringing them food and all.”

Maybe if I compliment him, he’ll give me some.

“Thanks! I couldn’t just let them starve in here. You know, no one is feeding them in there. They just threw them in the cage without anything!”

Nope, he’ll just complain to me more. God, when will he get over this. It’s been more than a decade since he came from Two, he needs to get over himself and let it go. And besides, they gave them a working faucet, at least they can drink and clean themselves.

“Yes, well too bad there is nothing we can do about it.”

So let it go.

“But there is! We could get them to stop the Games somehow, then no one would have to worry about having to fight for their own life!” Sejanus exclaimed.

People looked at the boys, surprised by Sejanus’ outburst and in shock from his words. Coriolanus looked around, smiling trying to distance himself a bit farther away from the lunatic boy. He quickly looked towards Rosalie Jade and saw her laying on the rock, her dress splayed out all around her, making it seem like she was lying at the end of a rainbow.

“I’m not talking about this in public of all places, Sejanus. But you need to accept them, you can’t do anything to change them. Thank you again for giving the food to Rosalie Jade, but I have to go to her now.” Coriolanus said, attempting to walk away when he was stopped by hearing Sejanus’ words.

“Wait! Do you think maybe we could trade tributes?”

What?

Coriolanus slowly turned around to look at Sejanus, his face in complete disbelief.

“Pardon me?‘

“It’s just that, well me and her kind of hit it off and my tribute, he just…he just won’t talk to me. Please?” Sejanus rubbed the back of his neck, looking down, embarrassed by his question.

What does he mean, “hit it off?” We hit it off too, right? And why does he want to have Rosalie Jade as his tribute so much? She’s my tribute, not his. Wait, do I finally have something that Sejanus Plinth doesn’t? Or is it that he sees how well she has been doing in Capitol eyes and wants to take that from me? No. I won’t let him. She was given to me, so she is my tribute, not his. And he sure as hell isn’t taking her from me.

“I’m sorry, Sejanus, but I don’t think we can trade tributes. Besides, we already started the project. It wouldn’t benefit either of us if we were to switch tributes now.”

“Ok, sorry for asking. It’s just-nevermind. Bye Coryo.”

Don’t call me Coryo.

“Goodbye Sejanus.”

Finally walking over to Rosalie Jade, he saw that she was now sitting up and finishing the last bit of the sandwich she was given.

Dammit Sejanus.

“Sorry about not bringing any food, I didn’t get the chance”  Coriolanus said, crouching down to her.

“It’s fine! I’m just glad that I even got to meet Sejanus. He was real nice.” Rosalie Jade said, picking up her plum.

Enough about Sejanus!

Coriolanus watched as she bit into her plum, the juices dripping down her chin in slow motion.

He watched in a lustful hunger as she licked her fingers on the excess juice, wishing it was him. He was just so hungry.

“Mmm! Guys! This is real good! You should get some!” Rosalie Jade hollered about to the other tributes, encouraging them to eat.

Looking back at Coriolanus, Rosalie Jade said,”Sorry, but I wanted to make sure that they at least know they can eat the stuff without it killing them.”

“Killing them? Why would the food kill them?” Choriolanuss asked her, confused.

“Never know if one year the Games start early.” Rosalie Jade huffed.

“Well I can assure you that no food that will be given to you to eat will be poisonous or kill you.”

“Ok Capitol Boy, whatever you say.” She shook her head, laughing quietly.

So I am Capitol Boy.

Coriolanus waited until she finished eating her plum, which felt like hours, till he started to talk about his plan for her.

Setting down the plum pit, Rosalie Jade looked at him expectantly.

“Well Capitol Boy, whatcha’ got planned for me?” Rosalie Jade said, clapping her hands together.

“I need you to sing again.” Corioalnus said.

Rosalie Jade just looked at him hesitantly.

Then out of nowhere, she snapped at him.

“I don’t sing when I’m told to. I sing when I got something to say.” She crossed her arms defiantly.

“But this is the only way I can help you! You have to sing, otherwise there is nothing I can do to help you in that arena.”

Rosalie Jade just turned her head the other way so she wasn’t looking at him.

Crouching even lower to the ground, Coiolanus said, “Listen to me. They are thinking about making changes this year to the rules. If I can get some of my ideas passed, I can help you get sponsors.”

“Sponsors?” Rosalie Jade raised her eyebrow.

“People who are betting on you. They will send in money to help me buy things for you in the arena to help you survive, and hopefully, win.”

“Now I heard that there is some sort of prize for the student with the winning tribute. So are you helping me to win or to actually help me?”

Well of course I want you to win. I need the prize. But there is something about you that I need to figure out. What you reminded me of earlier this morning in the cage.

“Both.” Coriolanus shrugged.

Rosalie Jade looked him up and down before coming to the conclusion of, “Ok. I’ll listen to you. But I won’t promise I’ll sing. But maybe if you get me a guitar, then maybe I’ll think about it. Ok?”

“Amazing! Yes, great!” he said, slowly standing up.

“Maybe!” Rosalie Jade laughed.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, and this time with food!” Coriolauns yelled back to Rosalie Jade as he started to walk away.

“Got it, Mr. Snow!” Rosalie Jade teased.

Looking back at the cage, Coriolanus saw that the once overflowing bag of foods was now bone dry and even knocked over. Most of the other tributes had gotten their own sandwich, bottle, and plum. However, some didn’t because others took more than one, being greedy.

Well, it’s a good thing that Rosalie Jade got her food first. Now where the fuck am I going to find spare food and a guitar?

Just as Coriolanus was reaching the exit of the monkey exhibit, he stopped in his tracks, hearing it.

“Deep in the meadow, under a willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.”

Rosalie Jade had listened to him and started to sing.

“Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.”

He started to walk back into the exhibit, but was stopped by a Peacekeeper.

“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbеam ray

Forget your woes and let your troublеs lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.”

“Sorry kid, closing time. No more visits.” The Peacekeeper said to Coriolauns.

“But it’s still bright out and I need to see to my tribute.” Coriolanus answered back to the tribute.

“No kid. You gotta go home. Come back tomorrow. Sorry.” The Peacekeeper said with finality, turning Coriolanus around and pushing him closer to the exit.

“Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

Where I love you.”

Rosalie Jade had finished her little song and Coirolanus didn’t even get to see her sing because of the incompetent Peacekeeper.

So she can listen. Good, obedient girl.

The next day, Coriolanus was sitting down in the Academy lunchroom trying to figure out how to get food for his tribute. He had already asked Persephone Price if she had an old guitar laying around, remembering how before the Dark Days she would take lessons for it was all she could talk about.

Before the Dark Days. How funny. How before the Dark Days, Persephone was an aspiring “musician.” How she wasn’t a cannibal.

Coriolanus Snow had many bad memories from the Dark Days, but the worst one would always be when he witnessed his neighbor, Nero Price, Persephone’s father, cut off the leg of a maid to eat.

That was the day when Coriolanus had truly witnessed humanity being stripped, even from the “rich.” How anyone would do anything to survive.

Just thinking about it gave Coriolanus a slight chill. Persephone most likely didn’t even know that she became a cannibal that day. Most likely thought it was some sort of meat mixture of rat, dog, and/or cat. But that didn’t matter to Coriolanus. Persephone Price and her family were cannibals, even if most of them didn’t know.

However, most know that while Persephone Price is a very kind person, she can be very competitive and geedy. So when she told Coriolanus, “Of course! I’ll have to look for it though. It might be buried somewhere deep in my attic,” Coirolanus knew that she would not look for the guitar one bit.

Of course she wouldn’t. She has her own tribute to try and win with. Which is why after he talked with her, he went to Pluribus Bell.

Pluribus was a big black market dealer and had helped Coriolanus and his family during the Dark Days. Coirolanus had always made sure to pay him back either with what little money Tigris made or with the gossip of what was happening in the Capitol and Academy that Pluribus couldn’t hear or see that Coriolanus had a front row seat too. But he always paid him back. Coriolanus hated owing anybody anything.

So when Pluribus said, “I think I should have one in the back. It’s for her, though, huh? Your tribute? Keep it for her. Give it to her and let her have it, as a final gift sort of thing. She would sound so pretty with it with her voice. Let your little songbird have this guitar as a gift from me, no charge, no debt,” Coriolanus was both grateful and annoyed. He got what he needed, but now owed, or at least felt like he owed Pluribus something.

But yet, he took the offer and intended on going back to him tonight to get the guitar for his tribute’s interview on Sunday.

So here he sat, thinking of a way he could get food to Rosalie Jade.

I could take it out of the cafeteria, but that’s not allowed and I’m sure if Highbottom saw me do that, he’d bust my ass and give me another stupid fucking dermit. I could maybe bring something from home? Oh, who am I kidding. The only thing we have at home is the disgusting cabbage soup and bringing that into a public setting would give away the very thing I’ve been hiding for years. How poor we are.

Deep in thought, thinking through his options, Coriolanus didn’t even realize that Sejanus had made his way over towards him. Only when he slammed his tray down, earning many looks of disgust from the other students, did Coriolanus even realize he was there.

What does the District mutt want now?

“Quite the ideas you had Coryo.” Sejanus said, looking Corilanus dead in the eye.

That’s what. Of course it is.

“Yes, thank you. I thought it would benefit Rosalie Jade if I was able to send her food or water in the arena.” Coriolanus answered him, trying to make it seem like all of this was to help Rosalie Jade and not himself.

“Yeah.” Sejanus muttered, looking down annoyed.

Deciding that this was the best time to ask, Coriolanus asked, “What were you and Rosalie Jade talking about before I got to the monkey exposure yesterday.”

This made Sejanus look up fast and in turn, make Coriolanus curious.

“Oh, just family stuff. Both her and mine.” Sejanus said after hesitating for a minute, looking around as if it was safe to talk.

“Ok, but what did you mean by ‘I used to know him?’ Who were you talking about?”  Coiolanus asked right after Sejanus finished talking.

Looking down at his lap, Sejanus took a deep breath. “My tribute, Marcus, I used to know him. I went to school with him back in Two.” Sejnaus looked up.

Ohhh. But you moved here when you were so young, how could you have made such an “unforgettable” friend that a decade later, you still remember?

“My father probably bought him to my tribute to remind me where I am, what my place is, and well, you get the jist.” Sejanus started to rant.

I get the jist. I always do. Everyone does. You don’t shut the fuck up about it.

Trying to calm him down before he goes into full on protester mode, Coriolanus said, “Well it’s not your fault that your father bought him for you. You’re not to blame.”

“I'm so blameless, I'm choking on it.” Sejanus rebuttal bitterly.

Deciding that the risk of Highbottom giving him another dermit is better than having Sejanus Plinth drone on and on about how life’s not fair, Coriolanus wrapped his sandwich in his unused napkin and stuffed it into his pants pocket.

“I should go to see Rosalie Jade, he might be hungry.” Coriolanus stood up, collecting his belongings.

"Quite the rebel you are taking food for her." Sejanus told Coriolanus, looking him up and down.

"Yeah, I'm bad news." Corioalnus answered, getting out of his chair.

“Tell her I said ‘hi!’ ” Sejanus yelled to Coriolanus as he started to walk away.

“Ok!” Coriolanus answered back.

No.

Walking up the cage, Coriolanus saw that Rosalie Jade was still near the large rock. Except this time, instead of being on it alone, she was resting beside it with her eyes closed, leaning her head on Jessup.

Why must he always be touching her?

Coriolanus looked closer at the scene in front of him, realizing that not only was she resting her head on him, no. She was holding his hand.

What. The. Fuck.

Upping his pace to stop the comforting affectionate physical gesture, Coriolanus almost missed his fellow classmate, Arachne Crane, teasing her tribute with food. He saw the desperation in the tribute's eyes and knew from experience that she was experiencing horrific stomach pain from the lack of food.

Coriolanus quickly stopped, “Arachne, maybe you should just give her the bread. She most likely hasn’t eaten in days, maybe even a week depending on which District she came from.”

Arachne just looked Coriolanus up and down. “Who are you now, Sejanus? Why do you even care, Coriolanus?” Arachne scoffed, buttering a piece of bread.

“Besides, if she really wanted it, she would try a little bit harder. Wouldn’t you, girl?” Arachne mocked the girl, teasingly waving the buttered bread in front of her face.

Coriolanus just scoffed, “I am most definitely not turning into Sejanus. I am merely just trying to help you.”

“Yeah, well why don’t you just go over and help you little songbird? She looks like she needs your help real bad, oh wait! No she doesn’t! She seems just fine eating Plinth’s food and resting her eyes with her tribute. Maybe you’re the one who needs her help. Cause from the looks of it, she sure as hell doesn’t need you.” Arachne snapped at him.

Coriolanus' nostrils were flaring and his face was red from embarrassment and anger.

Of course she needs me! I’m her mentor for fuck’s sake! She’s only little and she needs protection. She needs to be protected by someone. And that sure as hell isn’t Jessup. It’s me. She needs me.

Trying to keep his composure and not blow up in Arachne’s dumb fucking face, Coriolanus simpley said, “I suppose then your tribute doesn’t need you either. It’s not like you're doing anything to help her, only yourself.”

Then, he slowly bent down to Arachne’s ear, whispering, “I bet you just want the Plinth Prize for yourself, you greedy little pig.” With that, Coriolanus stood up right, turned around, and started walking to his tribute before Arachne could even comprehend in her dumb little brain what he had just said.

Coriolanus knew he shouldn’t have said that, but he just couldn’t help it. He always had to get the last word.

Finally making his way over to Rosalie Jade and Jessup, he saw that she had opened her eyes and she smiled at him when she realized that he was coming her way. Getting up, she brushed her dress down and pushed her hair behind her back. Jessup looked up at her with confusion at her sudden movement, but when he saw Coriolanus, he raised his eyebrows up in a look of recognition. Waiting for her to walk over to him, he saw Jessup getting up too, following Rosalie Jade like a lost puppy.

I don’t remember being your mentor, why the fuck are you coming over to me? She doesn’t need you to “protect” her, that’s why I’m here.

“Mr. Snow.” Rosalie Jade pulled him from his thoughts, tipping her imaginary hat to him.

This got a genuine laugh out of him. Even in the midst of her inevitable death, she still stands here, joking around.

“Miss. Baird.” Coriolanus said back, pulling the sandwich out of his pocket, presenting it to her as if it were a bouquet of roses.

Giggling, Rosalie Jade took the sandwich, joking, “My! How pretty! Must taste even better than it looks.”

It better, this was supposed to be my lunch.

Turning around to Jessup, she split the sandwich into two, urging to give him the other half.

“Here,” she said, “eat up.”

Jessup shook his head. “No, you eat it, Rosie Jay, you need it. ‘Sides, I’m not hungry.” Jessup pushed his hands out to deny the food.

Rosie Jay?

“You think I don’t hear your stomach growling, Jessup Diggs.” Rosalie Jade said, putting her one hand on her tiny waist.

“Eat it, please. For me?” She said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. Only for you though.” Jessup muttered, taking half of the sandwich and walking away to sit behind the rock.

Through the whole conversation, Coriolanus’ face had the same look the whole time. Disgust.

He hated how close Jessup was getting to his tribute. How he had taken on a “brotherly” role of some sort. No. That was Corioanus’ job. Well, to get her to win, and inturn, him, was his job. Taking on a brotherly role couldn’t hurt anyone.

“You ok?” Rosalie Jade noticed the look on Coriolanus’ face and thought that something was wrong.

“Yes, I am fine. I just-I have never heard anyone call you Rosie Jay before.” Coriolanus answered.

“Ohh, yeah. Well, only my close friends and family call me that. Some just call me Rosie or just Rosalie. My sister hates when people do, says it takes away my roots.” Rosalie Jade said, plopping herself down on the ground of the cage.

So she does consider Jessup like her brother. Well, we can’t have that now can we.

"Well, should I have a nickname for you? I feel as though we've become good freinds."

Rosalie Jade looked at him with her eyebrows raised. Then, after a bit of silence, she smiled saying, "Well only if I get to call you one too!"

Coriolanus smiled, "You can call me Coryo. And what do you think about Little Dove as a nickname for you?"

Rosalie Jade smiled back at him, "I think that if you like it, then I do too, Coryo." She finished, looking at the sandwich to realize it was yet again a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She muttered a little 'yes' as she did an air pump to herself.

Coryo. It rolled off her tongue so easily and, God, did it sound good.

“My sister would like you.” She said randomly, smiling up at him, patting the ground in front of her on the outside of the cage.

“Really?” Coriolanus asked, looking around the crowd before sitting down on the cold, slightly damp concrete ground.

“I think so.” Rosalie Jade said, tearing a piece off of her his sandwich to eat.

Coriolanus eyed the sandwich. He was so hungry today. He didn’t get to have the disgusting cabbage soup this morning, having to meet with Plurbis early in the morning to get Rosalie Jade’s guitar. And missing not one, but two meals today was most definitely not helping his infinite hunger. But, ohh! All he wanted to do right now was rip the sandwich right out of Rosalie Jade’s hands and eat it himself. However, even as he imagined the sandwich, he knew that what was left wouldn't be enough for him. No, he would need the whole sandwich. He would grab Rosalie Jade’s cute little baby face and suck the food out of her mouth. He didn’t care if it was bad manners or obscene, he needed to feed his hunger.

Unfortunately for Coriolanus, him imagining eating food did not help his stomach, but rather upset it, making it growl out. Coriolanus turned beet red and prayed that Rosalie Jade hadn’t heard his stomach.

But she had.  She had also seen him eyeing her food today and yesterday. So, being the kind person she was she insisted that he have some.

“Here, have some.” She said, ripping her half of the sandwich into another half.

“No, it’s ok. You need to build your strength up.” Coriolanus said back.

“Oh yeah, so I can strangle the others while they sleep. I don’t think that's going to happen.” Rosalie Jade snapped at him.

“Besides, I need my mentor to be strong and healthy to take care of me.” Rosalie Jade said, grabbing the sandwich and putting it into his hand so he couldn’t refuse.

Coriolanus just nodded, wanting to ignore the spark he felt everytime she would touch him.

Rosalie Jade smiled as he bit into the sandwich, “Now it’s like a picnic!”

Coriolanus just gave her a smile.

“I thought that people in the Capitol always had somethin’ to eat. I guess never judge a book by its cover.” Rosalie Jade whispered to him, knowing that he wouldn’t want everyone around him to hear that he wasn’t well off.

“Yeah. You know, one time, I ate a tube of paste just to stop the pains in my stomach.” Coriolanus said, gesturing to his stomach.

He didn’t know why he was telling you this. This was personal, private information. Something that only him and him only will know, and now, Rosalie Jade. But, maybe they were sister-brother bonding?

“Yeah? And how’d it taste?” Rosalie Jade asked, smiling at.

“...Pasty.” He said.

To his response, Rosalie Jade laughed, causing Coriolanus to laugh as well.

“Descriptive.” Rosalie Jade joked.

“What can I say, I have a way with words.” Coirolanus joked back.

Rosalie Jade just looked away, softly laughing. But she stopped abruptly when she saw another young tribute.

“You see her there?” she said, pointing to a young girl.

“Yeah.” Coriolanus responded, subtly bringing her hand down. It was rude to point and big brothers have to teach their little sisters the manners and rules of the world.

“She’s only young, like me. A bit older, but still young. She doesn't deserve to be here, none of em’ do.”

“Neither do you, Rosalie Jade.” Coriolanus said, taking her hand in his.

That feels nice.

Rosalie Jade just looked away when he said that, her eyes catching onto Arachne, who was still taunting her tribute, this time with the cheese.

Rosalie Jade scowled at her, “Hunger is a very powerful weapon. Your friend over there seems to know it too.” Rosalie Jade said bitterly.

“She’s not my friend, she is poison with a pretty smile.” Coriolanus responded, just as bitterly as Rosalie Jade. What? He was still pissed off from what had happened earlier.

Arachne looked over at them, feeling eyes on her. She looked Coriolanus right in the eye and mouthed the words, ‘Needy Bitch.’

Shit. How does she know?! Fuck! She probably overheard Rosalie Jade and I. Dammit! With her big mouth, the whole Capitol will know before morning, especially since I had insulted her earlier. FUCK!

“I like your rose. Where do you keep getting them from?” Rosalie Jade said, reaching out to touch the rose.

“What-oh from my Grandma’am’s rooftop garden.” Coriolanus answered. He needed to keep his cool if he was going to figure out how to deal with Arachne.

“Rooftop garden?” Rosalie Jade questioned.

“Just a garden on a roof.” He answered.

“Ohh. Well, is there anyone else in your family other than your grandma’am? You know about my sister and Covery, I wanna know about you.” Rosalie Jade asked.

“Yeah, there’s my cousin Tigris. She is one of the sweetest people I know. I-uh, I was supposed to have a little sister, but-umm, she and my mother died in childbirth. My dad died out in District 12.” Coriolanus said, looking down.

He hated talking about his family, especially his mother. She was the only person he felt loved him during the Dark Days. Of course Tigris did, but it was a different type of feeling of love coming from your parents.

Rosalie Jade reached out for his hand, and gently dubbed her thumbs over his knuckles, “So you’re an orphan, just like me.”

Coriolanus looked up and just as he was going to say something, he saw Arachne tribute sneakily take the butter knife laying next to the bread. Arachne didn't realize as she was yet again taunting her tribute with water this time.

Seeing what her tribute was going to do, Coriolanus called out to Arachne.

"Arachne! Watch ou-" Coriolanus was cut off by a high-pitched scream.

He was too late.

The tribute had taken the butter knife and stabbed it into Arachne's neck. She was flailing around on the ground, hands over the wound on her neck as she bled out.

Over her screams, Coriolanus couldn't just make out the sound of someone throwing up behind him.

Rosalie Jade!

She was violently vomiting from witnessing the murder.

Well there goes the food she just ate. Shit, is this how she'll react in the arena? We'll have to work on that.

Turning back towards Arachne, Coriolanus saw the cameras from earlier short little interviews with the other tributes. He knew that if they were still recording and they just saw him standing there as if he didn't care, it would not help his cause at all. Not to mention, the whole crowd of people who came to visit the tributes were watching him.

He knew he had to help Arachne.

Rushing over to her side, he lifted her head onto his lap, pushing down onto the wound, trying to stop the blood.

The blood. There was so much blood. It reminded him of the day his mother died. How she wouldn't stop bleeding and he couldn't do anything to help her.

Shit. This was a bad idea.

Arachne was shaking her head from side to side, not being able to talk. He knew what she was saying though. 'I don't want to die.'

"It's ok. I got you." He whispered to her.

"Help! Somebody, please! Help!" Coriolanus started to shout out. And just when he thought that a Peacekeeper was coming to help her, he pulled out his gun and started shooting at the tribute that had stabbed Arachne.

He quickly covered his head, getting blood on his ears and face. He looked up slightly to make sure that Rosalie Jade was safe and didn't get shot. She had been dragged over by a Peacekeeper from where she threw up, to against the wall with all the other tributes, their faces to the wall and backs to the Peacekeepers and their guns.

"Nobody move!" One shouted.

Looking back down at Arachne, almost forgetting she was there and only remembering when he felt her move slightly, he saw that she had moved her hands back to her neck, since Coriolanus had taken his off to cover his ears.

As he went to put his over hers to add more pressure, he saw a tear roll down her face and the dull light in her eyes go dim. Her hands had let go of her neck as they slumped down to her side.

Arachne Crane was dead.

Just then , Peacekeepers came up to Coriolanus and lifted him up, dragging him away from her lifeless body.

Maybe Rosalie Jade was right. You'll never know if the games will start early.

“This is it. This is how it starts!” Grandma’am shrieked.

Since Coriolanus had gotten home, Grandma’am had not let go of his hand, afraid that yet another loved one of hers would be taken from her. Both Tigris and Coiolanus had tried to calm her down, but nothing would work.

“Grandma’am, please calm down. Everything is alright, I didn’t get hurt. I am right here.” Coriolanus squeezed her hand, trying to comfort and calm her down.

“Oh, you’re just lucky that songbird of yours didn’t peck your eyes out!” Grandma’am said bitterly.

“She would never do that Grandma’am. She’s just a girl. Now why don’t we get you to bed?” Tigris said, trying to usher Grandma'am to her room, but she didn’t budge.

“That beast hasn’t been a girl in a long time.” Grandma’am said matter of factly.

Coriolanus, getting annoyed at how Grandma’am was talking about his tribute, said, “Tigris is right, Grandma’am. Rosalie Jade is different. She wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Grandma’am just looked at him and sighed, then started to get up with the help of Tigris.

“Just find a way to win, Coriolanus. Use her to win for all I care. Just make sure you use her before she uses you and you end up dead in the trees of 12 like your father.” With that, she walked away towards her room with Tigris helping her.

Coriolanus reflected on this monstrosity of a day in the silence brought from Tigris and Grandma’am leaving.

He looked back on his little chat with Sejanus. He needs to separate himself from him before his rebellious ideas bring him and Coriolanus down. He needs to get Rosalie Jade more food since she threw it all up because of Arachne.

Arachne. She’s dead.

It took him some time to process what that really meant. She was dead, she wasn’t coming back, neither were his secrets that she knew about.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was a good thing she died? I mean, how else would she keep my secret. Bribery, with what money, sexual favors? Most likely, she is, sorry, was quite the whore.

Yes, the unfortunate death of Arachne Crane was a good thing. It was the only way he wouldn’t have told Coriolanus’ secrets without him losing his dignity. Besides, it’s not like Coriolanus killed her. No, it was her own tribute.

It was the only way.

“Today we remember Arachne Crane whose life was taken before her time.” Dr. Gual states behind the podium standing on the stage.

The Academy had decided to hold a huge funeral service for Arachne two days after her death, where her family, friends, and all the people of the Capitol were in attendance. 

Coriolanus thought that all of it was over the top for someone as insignificant as Arachne, and it had even taken time away from seeing Rosalie Jade, but he put on his face of sorrow as he walked to the stage to give his “sorrows.” For Ararchne’s parents had asked for him to sing the Gem of Panem anthem in memorial of Arachne since he had tried to help her.

Taking a deep breath, he started.

“Gem of Panem

Mighty city

Through the ages you shine anew.”

His ribs hurt from the “training” his Grandma’am gave him to make sure that he said each lyric correctly.

“We humbly kneel

To your ideal

And pledge our love to you!”

As Coriolanus had finished the verse, he saw something, a car he thought, move in the distance, towards where the funeral was taking place.

“Gem of Panem

Heart of Justice

Wisdom crowns your marble brow.”

Coriolanus could see it coming closer and he soon realized what it was.

Holy shit.

“You give us light

You reunite

To you we make our vow.”

A truck, holding all of the tributes, was coming straight to the funeral service and hanging at the top of a crane, iconically, was the dead tribute who had killed Arachne.

“Gem of Panem

Seat of power

Strength in peacetime, shield in strife.”

Coriolanus tried not to mess up as he felt a lump form in his throat. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He watched the truck as it turned, right as he started the last verse, showing off all the tributes and the dead one to the public.

“Protect our land

With armored hand

Our Capitol

Our life.”

He heard cries come from the crowd, either from his singing or from young kids seeing the dead tribute hanging from the crane. As the truck passed by him, he saw his Little Dove, with her head down, trying to comfort Wovey, who was crying. He saw that all of the tribute's hands were cuffed again.

Why is she comforting someone older than her? She should be the one getting comforted.

But his thoughts were interrupted by seeing the truck leave and the Peacekeepers enter, carrying Arachne’s casket on their shoulders.

So dramatic, even in death.

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Promiscuous Boy

Tags: modern!Arthur/fem!reader, no smut, tension, first kiss, a lot of grinding lol, club setting

(A/N): Promiscuous Girl has to be one of my favorite 2000s songs. So I had to make a little early 2000s club scenario with our favorite cowboy! Hope you enjoy!

Linebreaks: saradika-graphics

It’s the early 2000s, and having nothing better to do as a newly 21 y/o, you’ve somehow made your way to the local club. You’re drunk off your ass, dancing alone on the dance floor. The world is spinning along with your hips and arms in the air. In the midst of your dancing you notice a handsome older gentleman at the bar; he has to be around 30. You secretly throw a few glances his way every once in a while.

Arthur sits at the bar alone, nursing his drink and keeping to himself. The loud music and flashing lights make him slightly uncomfortable. But Dutch insisted that he goes out and ‘has some fun for once’. He’s trying his best to blend in, but out of the corner of his eye he notices you stumbling and swaying to the beat of the music. He can’t help but watch you as you sing and dance, your movements uninhibited and carefree. He smirks, amused by your drunken state, but also captivated by your energy and confidence. Feeling a mix of curiosity and attraction Arthur takes another sip of his drink, his eyes locked onto you while you continue to throw looks in his direction. He wonders if you’re purposely trying to catch his attention. Deciding to play along, he raises his eye brow and gives you a small nod, silently acknowledging your presence. You notice his reaction and finally make eye contact with him, and while swaying your hips and smiling you curl your finger at him. Encouraging him to come dance with you. Arthur raises both his eyebrows in surprise, a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he sets his drink down at the bar and slowly rises from his seat, his eyes locked on yours. He takes a moment to brush through his hair with his hands and straighten his leather jacket before confidently striding towards you. His hips begin to move with the beat, not much unlike yours. You smirk at him and as he approaches he can’t help but admire your intoxicating energy and the way your body moves to the rhythm. The lights of the club illuminate your figure, making you even more alluring in his eyes. With a playful glint in his eyes, Arthur takes your hand and pulls you closer, joining you in the dance. He feels the alcohol begin to losen his movements, his body moving fluidly and confidently with yours.

As the music pounds in their ears Arthur leans in close to you, his lips grazing your ear as he speaks in his husky, low voice. "Well now, darlin', looks like you've caught my attention. How about we show 'em how it's done?" You giggle when you feel his breath on your neck. His voice is filled with a mix of desire and amusement, his hands confidently guiding your body as you move together on the dance floor.

“Alrighty then, cowboy.” You reply. Arthur can’t help but chuckle at the endearing nickname and your playful nature. You press your body against his and grind lightly against him in a wave motion. You both feel the tension and heat build between your bodies. His hands instinctively find their way to your hips, gripping them firmly as he matches your movements. The fabric of your short mini skirt brushes against his rough hands, fueling his desire even further. His eyes roam over your figure(as much as they can in the flashing lights), taking in every enticing curve and exposed bit of skin. The way your crop top reveals a tantalizing glimpse of your stomach only adds to the growing tension.

You respond to his touches with a mischievous grin. Arthur's hands explore your body with a firm yet gentle touch, his fingers tracing along the exposed skin of your waist and back. His lips graze your earlobe as he whispers, "You're drivin' me crazy, girl. Keep movin' like that, and I won't be able to hold back any longer."

You giggle and give him a seductive look through your eyelashes. He feels his breath catch in his throat. “What if I don’t want you to?” You say while turning around and pressing your back to his chest, beginning to grind your ass against his hips along to the beat. The way you move again him makes his heart race. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer; his hands splaying possessively over your abdomen. His voice is a low rasp over your shoulder and into your ear when he speaks. “Well, darlin', if that's the case, then who am I to deny you?" His words are laced with a hint of playful challenge. You laugh again His body molds against yours, the heat between you intensifying with each passing second. He trails his lips along the nape of your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Gooseflesh breaks out and you lean into his touch. You wrap your arm back around his neck and pull him closer. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure. With each movement, he becomes more lost in the intoxicating dance, reveling in the electric connection between you. The world of people around you disappear and it feels like it’s only you two on the dance floor. The heat of the club intensities and you feel a bead of sweat roll down your back.

Out of nowhere the music stops. And the crowd begins to boo at the DJ. You both stop your dancing, and turn to the speakers disappointedly. The lights still flash and people are yelling when a song finally started to play.

You turn around, excitement in your gaze. ‘Promiscuous Girl’ playing, people whoop and hollar in excitement as well. It’s beat booms throughout the club and crowd of people. “Do you know this song?” You inquire, your words slightly slurring in your drunken state, you bring your arms up and start to move your hips again. He smirks at your excited gaze and nods, his voice tinged with a playful tone. "Oh, I know this one, darlin'. You're in for a treat."

As the music picks up, Arthur's movements become more fluid and confident. He takes your hand and spins you around, pulling you close to him once again. He matches his steps to the rhythm, his body pressed against yours in a tantalizing embrace.

As the lyrics flow through the speakers, Arthur's voice joins in, singing along in a low, husky tone. "Promiscuous girl, wherever you are, I'm all alone, and it's you that I want..." His words are filled with a raw intensity, his eyes locked with yours as he continues to guide you in the dance.

Continuing to hold his gaze, you resume your role and say the lyrics playfully. “Promiscuous boy, you already know that I’m all yours, whatchu’ waiting for?”

Arthur's eyes sparkle with delight as you continue the lyrics, matching his playful energy. He grins back at you, his voice deep and rich as he picks up where you left off.

“Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me.”

He twirls you around, his hand firmly holding yours as he pulls you back into his arms. His body moves with a natural grace, his hips swaying in time with the music. His voice, a low rumble, fills the air as he continues the playful duet.

“Ya know what I want, and I got whatchu’ need…”

The two of you lock eyes, a potent mix of desire and amusement passing between you. You can feel the pulsating energy between your bodies, the heat of the moment growing with each passing second. Arthur's hands caress your sides, his touch leaving a trail of electric sparks in its wake.

As the song reaches its climax, Arthur leans in, his voice a husky whisper. "No more hesitation, darlin', let's give in to this temptation..." His words hang in the air, charged with anticipation, as he leans in to capture your lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, ending the tension between you in a moment of pure desire.

You meet his kiss halfway and you feel your eyes flutter shut on their own. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, making their way to his combed hair and brushing through it passionately. The world around him fades away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of your lips on his. He responds eagerly, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

(A/N): Lmk if you want me to make a part two or possibly a series?? Suggestions pls🙏

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #modern arthur morgan #early 2000s #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan/you #fem!reader

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Wonderland Monster AU hide and seek game except Yuu won after they took their clothes off and scattered them all over the forest to throw the seekers off(bonus points if Yuu was also hiding naked the whole time)

At first, I imagined something funny like those cartoony “hiding in the bushes/mud/water” or something similar…and then I remembered that humans have mastered the art of camouflage via body paint! Seriously, look at some of these things people can do, just hiding in plain sight! (If you wanna see more elaborate ones, you can find more on Google, I just don’t want tumblr to flag this post. >.> )

So now imagine that Yuu got frustrated one day that–no matter where they were–they couldn’t hide from some of their classmates due to their keen sense of smell. Now imagine they made a bet with their friends to a game of hide and seek. “Tomorrow morning, I will hide somewhere on campus,” they told the monster first years. “I won’t be hiding inside any of the buildings or any of the dorms. And if you guys can’t find me by the time the sun sets, you all have to do what I say for the rest of the week. Deal?”

“Deal!” came the response, the first years feeling very confident.

Come the next morning, the boys set out from Ramshackle in search of the human. Jack immediately picked up the scent and zeroed in on it, believing he had already won the game…until he realized there was a new, horrifying smell mixed in. “Eugh!!! Garlic and onions!!!” he howled, stumbling away from the smell and trying to rub his face into the grass to rid himself of the offensive odor.

“Huh…is…this one of those ‘sock’ things that Yuu always wears?” Epel asked, holding up the article in question and peering inside. “It’s stuffed full of chopped onions and garlic. Really strong stuff, too!”

“Damn. Guess Yuu figured out we were going to sniff them out,” Ace uttered with a sigh. “Guess we gotta do this the old-fashioned way. Let’s split up and cover more ground. They couldn’t have gotten very far, right?”

“Right!”

Despite their confidence, however, it became even more difficult than they thought. One by one, they managed to find more and more articles of Yuu’s clothing, and it was Sebek who put two and two together. “Are they running around school…naked?!” he shrieked.

“I…guess so,” Deuce uttered. Then, dawning horror sank in as he said, “Wait…you don’t think that…someone kidnapped them!?”

“N-no, Yuu wouldn’t let themselves get taken so easily. Besides, we’d be smelling blood or fear somewhere if that were the case, right?” Ace explained, though part of him seemed unsure.

“We gotta find them, fast!” Jack said, glancing at his watch. “We have an hour before sunset.”

“Let’s hurry!”

High and low they searched, looking for footprints or any other trace of the human…to no avail and to many stares from fellow students. Yuu was supposed to find a hiding spot somewhere on campus! Where could they have gone? Had…had something bad happened to them!?

Finally, the first years reluctantly met up on Main Street with empty claws and a pile of clothing to show for it. They wondered how they were going to explain this to the teachers, the sun sinking below the horizon and the street lights turned on. That’s when movement caught their eye–

“Gyah! The statues are movin’!!!” Epel yowled, the others screaming in unison as a shadow separated from one of the Great Seven statues–

And a familiar voice spoke. “Took you guys long enough,” Yuu said, moving and stretching their arms and legs with a groan. “Jeez…I should have shortened it to lunch time. My body is sore from holding that pose!”

“Y-Yuu!? Wha-? How…wait…are you covered in paint!?”

“Yeah. I wanted to show you guys that I could hide, and I did! So now you guys have to do what I say for a week.”

“...did you have to get naked just to prove a point?”

“Next question.”

“Put your clothes on human!!!” Sebek shrieked, covering his eyes and looking away with a flustered expression.

////

As it turned out, Yuu had enlisted the help of Vil and Lilia to paint their body to mimic the surface of the Great Seven statues. Meanwhile, Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts would scatter their clothes around campus to lead them on a wild goose chase. Once word spread of what Yuu had done, the school was abuzz with chatter about the event.

Even Cater took advantage of this gimmick to add it to his “Human’s are Weird” Magicam page as a new weekly challenge: spot the human! Viewers were confused at first when they couldn’t find Yuu or believed they had found them, only for it to turn into a wide debate between users. It wasn’t until the next day when the challenge was ended that Cater would post the resulting video revealing Yuu separating themselves from their hiding spot covered in paint resembling the environment. Minds were blown!

Such a fascinatingly creative way to turn a natural survival skill into a form of art!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmer #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hihi! i absolutely adore your tbosbas writing and i was wondering if you had any other ideas for covey!reader/ district 12!reader and sejanus? i have no specific scenario i just love the way you write them! I hope you have a great day :))

This took me forever and a half but I hope you enjoy! As always, this is dedicated to the love of my life and my secret twin @beybaldes

There’s a special side of you that not many people have ever seen, with the exception of the Covey. In the words of Lucy Gray, you have a laugh and a smile that could replace the sun. The more comfortable you get with someone, the more that classic Covey attitude starts to show itself, and you’re teasing and laughing and drinking with the rest of your cousins in the blink of an eye.

For the most part, Sejanus has cherished the brief moments where your true inner self shines through and you feel comfortable enough to tease him with an easy smile until your shyness gets the better of you and you hide your grin. He’s smitten with you, and no matter how shy or how bold you are, he’s in awe of you all the time.

Now, though, waiting with Lucy Gray and Coriolanus for you to finish altering Maude Ivory’s dress, he can’t keep the smile off his face as the sound of your voice carries through the crack in the door.

“If you keep movin’, I’m gonna keep sticking you,” you tell the younger girl, and even without seeing your face, Sejanus can hear the grin in your voice. There’s a squeal, followed by the sound of your giggles and the slamming shut of a chest. Soon after, Maude Ivory emerges in a newly fitting dress with a scowl on her typically sunny face.

“Don’t let her near you with needles,” the girl warns Sejanus before stalking off, despite Lucy Gray’s attempts to get her to do a twirl in her new outfit.

“Quit moping and sit still next time!” You call out to Maude Ivory as you leave your little workroom, the smile on your face only growing when you finally notice Sejanus.

It almost makes him blush, just that slightest indication that you’re happy to see him enough to send him reeling.

“Do you boys ever work?” You ask, a playful smile growing on your face, your delighted teasing enough to send Sejanus to an early grave.

“Not as much as you’d think,” Coryo answers, well aware that his friend has most likely lost the ability to speak the moment he saw you.

“Oh, we could put you to work,” you tell him with a wink, making the rest of your little group chuckle, even as Lucy Gray nods in agreement.

Before a tiny inkling of jealousy even gets the chance to bloom, you’re looking to Sejanus and your playful smile has melted into something softer, something sweeter that sends his head spinning. The two of you head outside to your little forest path, wanting to give Lucy Gray and Coryo some privacy and soak up the fleeting sunshine as you do. Your hands swing while you walk, brushing against Sejanus’s every few steps, both of you wanting to grab hold but neither quite sure how to make a move.

A few minutes later, you come to a fallen tree that’s in the perfect spot, sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves like the alcove was made just for you. It’s silent, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the animals scurrying around, neither of you quite sure what to say or how to say it.

“You make me nervous, Sejanus,” you confess to the forest floor, much too scared to look into those deep, trusting eyes of his. He panics, terrified that he’s said or done something awful and determined to make things right even without knowing the problem. Floundering for words, he sets a hand on your knee, sending shivers and flames through your body.

“You’re just so perfect I never know how to act around you,” this time you turn to look at him after you’re done speaking, watching as the terror in his eyes melts into something softer. He’s unable to speak, some unnamed emotion squeezing his throat and cutting off the connection between his brain and his tongue, but he doesn’t need to say anything because you already know, just from looking. You turn back towards the ground, leaning forward just enough to pick a handful of the flowers you had seen in all your staring earlier.

The conversation veers towards something lighter, childhood memories and favorite foods, even as your statements hang in the air like the dust motes dancing in the sunshine, and your nimble fingers thread together the flower stems in the same practiced movements of your needle and thread. You could do it without looking, but you think you might combust if you look at Sejanus for too long so you keep your head bent towards your work as you talk.

After a while, you tie together the ends of the chain, creating a perfect loop, before turning and placing the circle of flowers onto the top of Sejanus’s shorn head, your fingers gentle as they brushed against the soft remains of his curls. Neither of you say anything, but neither of you need to, and now Sejanus is the one turning away, unable to look at you as his heart threatens to explode right then and there.

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[simsbyali]

Sims 4 TV Family Legacy Challenge

My husband and I worked on this together... It's a Legacy Challenge based on TV families from shows... Of course I left out the families with horrible personalities (Such as the Cosby Show (Bill Cosby) and All in the Family (Let's face it, Archie was a racist... But, hey, if you want to add them into your challenge, that is entirely up to you!

TV Family Legacy Challenge: 

Rules are simple: 

Infants have to remain infants for the entire time. 

Toddlers can be aged up if they get level 3 in all skills, or level 5 on one skill. 

Children can be aged up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student 

Teenagers can be leveled up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student 

Adults must finish at least one level of aspiration before they die. 

Can be done in any order, and you are allowed to use cheats. I understand the game gets annoying without cheats. 

Generation 1: The Addamses 

“They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky, they’re all together ooky, the Addams Family” 

Starts with a patriarchal household (Gomez Addams) 

Must have either Successful Lineage or Famously Wealthy Aspiration 

Must have Romantic and Gloomy traits 

Must have a partner with the same traits, but Soulmate Aspiration 

Inherited money, so you or your partner don’t have to work a day in your life (feel free to use the Motherlode cheat to become filthy stinking rich) 

Feel free to add Fester and Grandmama, if you’d like. 

Must have at least 3 children, and at least 1 of those children must be a boy. The youngest child will be the heir. 

Generation 2: The Munsters 

“The lesson I want you to learn is: It doesn't matter what you look like. You can be tall or short or fat or thin, or ugly or handsome, like your father, or you can be black or yellow or white. It doesn't matter. But what does matter is the size of your heart and the strength of your character.” 

After growing up in a family who was wealthy, you didn’t need to work. You had all the money you could ever need. Now you can focus on raising your family. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal head (Grandpa Munster) 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Vampires/Werewolves 

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Gloomy and genius traits 

Must have at least 1 daughter, and the daughter must marry a green man (who has the personality trait Childish) and live with you. 

Have 1 grandson, who will be the heir for the next generation. 

Generation 3: The Bradys 

“Here’s a story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up 3 very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.” 

Growing up, you were sheltered and didn’t get to talk to people all that much. When you finally meet someone, it’s love at first sight. You settle down in a nice house and raise your family together. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Mike Brady) 

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Romantic and Family-Oriented traits 

Must have 6 children, 3 girls and 3 boys. The youngest girl or boy will be the heir. 

Must have a maid. 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs  

Generation 4: The Partridges 

“We had a dream, we'd go travelin' together, We'd spread a little lovin' then we'd keep movin' on.  Somethin' always happens whenever we're together We get a happy feelin' when we're singing a song.” 

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest girl. You meet a guy, have some kids. You then become the lead singer for your kids’ band, although at first you’re too shy to be in front of people. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Shirley Partridge) 

Must have Musical Genius aspiration 

Must follow and max out the Singer occupation 

Must have Family Oriented and Outgoing traits 

Must have 5 kids: 2 girls, 3 boys (make sure the heir is a boy to continue onto the Full House generation, unless you want to skip to one of the optional families) 

Marry your soulmate and then lose him once the oldest son becomes a teenager. 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs 

Or 

Generation 4: The Ricardos 

“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!” 

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest boy. You meet the love of your life and together you move into a small house, and you follow your dream of becoming a lounge singer. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (RIcky Ricardo) 

Must have Musical Genius aspiration 

Must follow and max out the Singer career path 

Must have Hot-headed and Music Lover traits 

Must have at least 1 son 

Must have a wife that has red hair, and has the traits of Family-Oriented and Jealous traits 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Dine Out- Open your own restaurant and become successful.   

Generation 5: The Tanners 

“Whatever happened to predictablity? The paperboy, milkman, evening TV? You miss your old familiar friends waiting just around the bend.” 

With your family being successful in music, you move into a big house and meet your partner. You get married and get a job working in Journalism. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Danny Tanner) 

Must have the Best-Selling author aspiration 

Must follow the Journalist career path 

Must have Neat and Family-Oriented traits 

Must have at least 3 daughters 

Lose wife in a tragic accident 

(Optional: Add Joey and Uncle Jesse to your household) 

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs 

Generation 6: The Winslows 

“It’s a rare condition, this day and age, to read any good news on the newspaper page. And love and tradition of the grand design, some people say it’s even harder to find. Well, there must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls cause all I see is a tower of dreams, real love bursting out of every seam.” 

After a long successful line of entertainers, you decide to take a different approach. After you move out, you fall in love with a non-entertainer, get married, and move into a house big enough for 8 people. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Estelle Winslow) 

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Family-Oriented and Cheerful traits 

Must marry a policeman 

Must have a son who becomes a police officer 

Son (Hot-Headed and Family-Oriented traits) and wife must live with you after your husband dies. 

Have at least 3 grandchildren 

(Optional: Add Aunt Rachel and Ritchie to household) 

(Also Optional: Make Steve Urkel) 

Generation 7: The Banks 

“I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo holmes, smell ya later’ Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.” 

Inspired by your father, you decided to follow in his footsteps and join a criminal justice career. You worked from the ground up and became a successful judge, married a beautiful woman, and settled down in a mansion in the fanciest part of town. Your story begins as a young adult. 

Patriarchal Head (Phillip Banks) 

Must have either the Successful Lineage or Fabulously Wealthy aspiration 

Must have a career in Secret Agent (Base Game) 

Must have Foodie and Hot-Headed traits 

Must have a maid or butler 

Must have at least 4 children (2 girls, 2 boys) 

Nephew comes to live with you (Nephew’s traits should be Romantic and Ambitious) 

(Optional: Add Jeff as Will’s best friend) 

Optional Packs: Get to Work for Detective career or DIscover University for Judge career 

Generation 8: The Spellmans 

“What’s the matter? I have to be a witch, I have to be a mortal, I have to be a teenager, and I have to be a girl, all at the same time. That’s what’s the matter.” 

You have a good life, you’re living with your sister, and you have a good relationship with your brothers. You’re not too fond of the fact that one of your brothers married a woman who is so unlike the family, but, you love him all the same. You’ve offered to take your brother’s daughter should he end up dying. Your story starts when you reach young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Zelda or HIlda Spellman) 

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have the Neat and Ambitious traits (Zelda) or Childish and Slob traits (Hilda) 

Must work in some sort of Science field (Zelda) 

Must be good friends with both of your brothers. 

Take in your niece when she’s a child and raise her after her parents’ early demise. 

Optional Packs: Realm of Magic and/or Cats & Dogs 

Generation 9: The Gilmores 

“If you’re out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold, all you have to do is call my name and I’ll be there on the next train. If you need me, I will follow, anywhere that you tell me to.” 

Losing your parents at a young age and being sent to live with your aunts wasn’t exactly something that you were thrilled about. Which is why you become a wild child. Your story starts when you reach teenager.  

Matriarchal Head (Lorelai Gilmore) 

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Cheerful and Ambitious traits 

Must be in the Management branch of the Business career path 

Get pregnant as a teen 

Have at least 1 daughter 

Must not date until your heir is a teenager 

Generation 10: The Prouds 

“You and me will always be tight. Family every single day and night, even when you start acting like a fool, you know I’m loving every single thing you do. I know that I can always be myself around you more than anybody else.” 

As a young adult, you begin to resent your mother for having you way too young and you begin to put a rift between you and your mom so you move out and get married to a swinger. Your story begins when you turn into a young adult. 

Matriarchal Head (Suga Mama) 

Must have the Successful Lineage aspiration 

Must have Family-Oriented and Lazy traits 

Must have 1 son with the Master Chef aspiration; Foodie and Ambitious traits 

Your son gets married and has 3 children 

After your husband dies, you move in with your son and his family 

Optional Pack: Cats & Dogs 

(You can either end it with the Prouds or you can continue with other generations) 

Optional Generations 

The Stephens (Bewitched) 

Patriarchal Head (Darrin Stephens) 

Must have Soulmate aspiration 

Must join the Management path of the Business career 

Realm of Magic: Must be married to a Spellcaster (Optional) 

Have 2 children 

The Bundys (Married... with Children) 

Patriarchal Head (Al Bundy) 

Must have Party Animal aspiration 

Must have Slob and Mean traits 

Must have 2 children (1st child when you’re a teenager) 

Get to Work: Own your own retail store (Optional) 

Marry the mother of your child 

Wife must have Materialistic and Lazy traits 

The Taylors (The Andy Griffith Show) 

Patriarchal Head (Andy Taylor) 

Must have Angling Ace aspiration 

Must join a career that involves Law Enforcement (Special Agent – Base Game, Detective – Get to Work, Judge – DIscovering University 

Marry and have 1 son 

Lose your wife 

The Arnolds (The Wonder Years) 

Patriarchal Head (Jack Arnold) 

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration 

Must have Hot-Headed trait 

Must join the Management branch of the Business career 

Must have 3 children 

The Taylors (Home Improvement) 

Patriarchal Head (Tim Taylor) 

Must have Nerd Brain aspiration 

Must max out Handiness level 

Must have 3 children 

Must have Outgoing and Family-Oriented traits 

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 gameplay

[cheemscakecat]

Refrigeration

A little fanfic about BLU Spy.

TW: BLU gets confronted about the pictures he took. And why he shouldn’t have been so causal about showing them to Scout

When becoming a mercenary, one had to prepare for the worst case scenarios. Failure, torture, death… death of a loved one. All things that Spy had spent years preparing and accounting for. But RED team still found ways to push the envelope.

It all started with the 1st battle against the nearly identical looking RED team after his nemesis stole their intelligence. And the pictures. Spy kicked himself for falling for the Scout disguise and showing the enemy Spy the pictures. Pictures of said Spy and the BLU Scout’s mother having sexual congress.

BLU Scout was far too outgoing, too trusting. And very annoying, once he got tired of Spy trying to give him a taste of reality. So, those photographs of his two-faced mother were indispensable. The perfect way to wise him up, and now they were gone, wasted. Soldier stupidly shot him, his own teammate in an attempt to out the RED.

The team’s intelligence? Taken by RED Spy. The evidence of Scout’s mother acting treacherously? Most likely destroyed, and now Spy had no recourse for proving the truth to the boy. And of course, the whole team was angry about a singular Spy crippling them and getting away.

But he could use that anger to his advantage. It didn’t take much convincing to get Pyro and Demoman on his side. For one thing, they had been the last two killed in battle, distracted when RED bolted out of base, Scout struggling to catch up. For another, Scout was Pyro’s best and only friend. If anyone would want payback for that Spy outrunning him, it would be the dragon.

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They caught the RED Spy off guard. Together, Demoman’s bombs and Pyro’s fire incapacitated him. Spy watched his RED doppelgänger writhe with a satisfied smirk. Then he noticed the earpiece, which was now visible because fire had burnt a small hole in the Spy’s mask. He grunted an angry, desperate “NO!” as Jacques snatched the device. Demoman pressed his foot down on the RED’s belly to keep him from making any surprise attacks.

Spy heard a voice on the other end and slid the tiny microphone into his own ear, being careful not to reveal his face as he pulled up the mask. “Ay! I’m talking to you ******* , pick up!” It was RED Scout. Spy smugly turned towards his doppelgänger. “Alright! I’m not deaf! Just had to deal with those ****ed BLUs for a moment.” RED Spy gaped and wordlessly mouthed the word “No”.

Good. Now he knew how it felt. Even Pyro seemed to be holding back a hearty laugh. “We’ll hurry up and get to the control room. I ain’t waiting all day.” The RED -thoroughly beaten and helpless- struggled to free himself like he wasn’t going to respawn anyway. How stupid. “Don’t! You can’t-“ He pleaded. Spy merely aimed the revolver at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

He found the RED Scout slouching about near the control room. “Took ya long enough! Thought’ ya planned ahead!” Spy frowned. “It’s not my fault! Those BLUs were paranoid as Hell.” RED pursed his lips and glared like a spoiled child. “Whateva. I bet they’re halfway to the intel by now. We gotta get movin!” Spy tilted his head and jerked it towards the hallway.

Scout blinked at him incredulously. “Don’t change your plan now! Ya said you wanted to lead!” Curse that lousy RED Spy, he planned ahead. “I was just making sure you remembered. Keep your voice down boy, they could be here any minute.” Spy hissed urgently, pretending to be concerned. The Scout stared at him with an unreadable expression. “Well come on! You’re the impatient one.” He urged. The Scout put his hands in his pockets and meandered forward,

Spy didn’t like having the enemy behind him. It was supposed to be the other way around. He’d have to come up with a good reason to pull out his revolver. Maybe pretending a member of his team was-

Something heavy hit him square in the back of the head. His RED Spy disguise disappeared. **** it! He caught himself haphazardly before his head could hit the floor. Scout was just snapping out of his shock when he turned to face him. “I KNEW IT!” He roared. Jacques glared up at him and lunged with his knife, but the Scout easily dodged. He got smacked upside the head again with a red baseball bat. Scout must have pulled it out of his bag with an absurd lack of sound.

Before long the relentless RED Scout had pummeled Spy with the bat until he was unable to move. He was still awake though, which meant he could be taunted. Scout squatted down with a satisfied goonish grin. “Hard to stab a guy in the back when he’s beatin your fricken head in, huh?” Spy refused to respond to the man-child.

RED cocked his head to the side and sneered with disgust. “Our Spy’s a lotta things, but an idiot ain’t one of ‘um. Like Hell he’d call me boy.” Spy cursed himself in his head. Of course they didn’t call him boy, he had a bad attitude the size of Texas! How could he forget…

“Ah! Scout! Can you refrain from killing that Spy, please?” No. Not him! Spy looked on in horror as the RED Medic strode towards them, holding some strange device. The Scout shuffled in confusion, his shoulders tensing. Even the REDs fear him. “Thank you! I have a vunderful new machine I’d like to try.” “Oh! Uh, you wanna use this Spy?” The Scout relaxed, realizing he wasn’t the target.

“Yes! It’s so lucky I caught you like this, we usually kill the BLU team so fast..” Spy tried not to panic, especially since the mad Medic was staring. “Uh… Yeah man. Do what’cha want.” From his tone, Spy could tell that Scout was just as surprised as him. No, no NO! “I’ll leave ya to it then, doc. I gotta go fight n… all that.” The excuse fell on deaf ears, for the Medic was too busy with his device and bone saw to listen. Spy watched hopelessly as the enemy Scout left him alone with the freak.

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Decapitation. That’s what the Medic went with. Under normal circumstances it would have been fine. Spy would merely die and respawn back at BLU Base. But RED Medic was anything but normal. And that’s why he was still alive, hooked up to the device and being carried around like a trophy. Spy forced himself to keep a poker face, to try to conceal his fear. He didn’t want to give the Medic any sick kicks or new ideas. Whistling, the Medic trotted into RED’s respawn room with him. The other teammates froze in surprise.

There were rumors about this Medic. Rumors that were not unreasonable. They knew for sure that he experimented on his own team, replacing vital organs with the animal equivalent. There was much speculation about what such a mad-man was capable of, what his end goal could possibly be, and how insane he was. But one of the worst rumors was that he was cannibal. It made sense, what else could he be doing with the discarded organs? On second thought, Spy didn’t want to know.

So he wasn't really surprised when the RED team spoke cautiously with the mad-man. “What’cha got there, Doc?” The Engineer asked. He spoke with the cadence of a mother or school teacher. With underlying unease, of course. The Medic shifted in excitement and held him out further, so they could see.

“I’ve designed a machine to keep heads alive! There’s a vindow of opportunity after the spine is severed, and I wanted to put it to use! Say something!” He shook Jacques’ head like a toddler with a Christmas present, then paused to let him speak. It was risky, but he knew exactly what to say. In French, he viciously insulted Germany; their food, their leadership, and their women. A short but appropriate phrase he learned back in occupied France.

The RED Medic laughed loudly until he was nearly out of breath. “Oho! Ho-ho, that is true!” He UNDERSTOOD?!

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Nicotine was the only tool getting Jacques through the stress of what was happening. Thankfully, the RED Medic provided him with a steady supply of bitter, cheap American cigarettes. It was cold in the fridge. He felt light in a very uncomfortable way; like a balloon that a child failed to hold onto, rising into the sky with the knowledge that he’d pop from the air pressure. He missed his hands, and he missed his heartbeat, and he missed the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He missed eating and he missed warmth.

He didn’t hate all Germans, but he sure hated this one. He liked the BLU Medic well enough, and looked up to the escaped artists and filmmakers who made it to Hollywood during the war. But he hated RED Medic and his stupid feral grin.

Over the next few days, Spy heard incomprehensible voices through the fridge walls. He could discern the number of people in the room, but never what they were saying. RED Medic was always chortling and talking to his birds. This time, he could tell that the Medic had left the room, leaving him with one other enemy teammate. It turned out to be the RED Spy.

It was an embarrassing situation, being a disembodied head in a fridge and all. But the RED surprisingly didn’t taunt him or gloat about the situation. It actually looked like he didn’t know what to say.

But Jacques knew that RED had a score to settle with him. He had gotten pictures of him and the youngest BLU Teammate’s mama having intercourse. No Spy or man in general would take that invasion of privacy lightly. RED was probably there to interrogate or torture him, since he hadn’t come to gloat.

BLU prepared himself for whatever might come next, strengthening his poker face and praying that the RED would accidentally detach the battery on the device under his neck. He may just be put out of his misery.

RED Spy sighed in frustration and looked away. He paused, still bent down with the fridge door open. Evidently being a decapitated head wasn’t enough punishment for what had happened. Wait. My mask. What if he’s here to take my mask? Jacque himself had only bothered to take the dirtier pictures to see if he could get a picture of RED maskless. But he’d been planning to give it to the Administrator, and had no idea who RED might reveal his identity to. Or who in his family would be in danger.

He tried not to balk at the idea. “Look” RED started. He sounded tired. “We both know what you did.” Spy forced a poker face, hoping he wouldn’t give RED the satisfaction of seeing him fearful. Hoping he wouldn’t slip up. “But it would be childish of me to pitch a fit. You snuck past me fair and square.”

Jacques blinked in surprise, the first reaction he had shown since getting trapped here. He’s not planning revenge? Why? The RED teammate kneeled down closer, frowning grumpily as he did. He stared at his foe with a heavy exhaustion dimming his eyes. This was unexpected.

”You still have more of those pictures, I presume?” “Yes.” He replied without hesitation, feigning confidence. The truth was he might have one or two more of the photographs left, buried under files or tucked away somewhere. But the RED Spy had taken the majority, if not all of the pictures when he stole their intelligence that day. Disguised as poor, naive little Scout.

It was a shame that he’d probably never find another one of those photos, the boy needed to know. He needed to stop trusting his mother with whatever information she knew, so she couldn’t consort with this enemy teammate. But Spy could play the part of someone who still had a collection of evidence, at least long enough to fool RED Spy.

“When we let you go, there won’t be any way to stop you showing him.” The RED Spy sounded almost defeated in addition to exhausted. He looked away, putting his hand over his mouth and letting it fall. When he looked back, his eyes were pleading.

“Can I just make one request?” “What sort of request?” “Don’t show him the pictures of her naked. I saw that you had photographs where she’s clothed, and those will get your point across.” Jacques blinked up at him dully.

“And why should I be so discerning?” You two are the ones going behind the boy’s back for cheap pleasure. RED inhaled and exhaled with a slight shudder. “It doesn’t matter if he hates me. I’m an enemy teammate that he’ll fight regardless. But it matters if he’s estranged from his mother. They’re family.”

Spy felt a burning, deep anger swell in his veins, even without a chest. Family? “Oh, so she can keep mining his naive *** for information? So she can keep lying to him and playing with you? Please, don’t make her sound so innocent.” RED Spy glared at him suddenly, before his expression softened and he looked away. He sighed softly.

“She’s not a double agent. For all you know, I could be lying to her.” Jacques hadn’t considered that. “Look, it’s going to be hard enough when he confronts her over the clean pictures. She’s not the type who’d document her bedroom activities.” Red swallowed. “It’ll distract her, make her stumble over her words thinking about her son seeing things he was never meant to. I’m sure the pictures are an issue she’d like to discuss calmly with him.”

Spy though for a moment. He really didn’t know how guilty Scout’s mother was, or how the real boy would react. But now he knew that RED Spy cared about it. He could take advantage of that, but something held him back. The way the enemy Spy talked and his body language reminded him of something. He couldn’t place it, even with the gnawing familiarity.

But more than that his thoughts drifted to his own mother, and what would happen if there were dirty pictures of her. If he were young, and hormonal and stupid. If some creep showed him pictures of her private business, blaming her for a crime she didn’t commit.

Mrs, Murneau was a cheerful, upbeat civilian who kept her private matters private. And it would be hellish to put her through something like this. To have her son barge in with 500 questions and a file folder of disturbing content, questioning her integrity. And he could picture her horror and difficulty in defending her name, even if she was innocent. He felt a sinking pang of guilt.

If RED Spy wasn’t lying, Scout’s mother was the same way. In fact, Scout might have gotten his overly friendly and trustful personality from her.

“That is something to consider..” RED Spy stared. “Alright. I’ll sort through and find the clean ones. You have my word.” The RED sighed with relief, relaxing his tense shoulders. He’d been expecting his rival to remain unyielding.

“Thank you.” This time when he looked away, it was more casual. “Before I go, would you care for a cigarette?” “You keep a cyanide handy?” “Thankfully, there’s no need. The others are ironing out the details with Medic, but you should respawn sometime this evening.” He stared in shock. They were going to set him free? He’d get his body back! He’d finally be back at BLU base and away from that freak doctor!

Jacques tried hard to conceal his excitement and remain somewhat professional. “If you wouldn’t mind, then.” RED pulled the nasty, cheap cigarette out from between BLU’s teeth and replaced it with one of his better quality ones, lighting it before he closed the fridge door. He savored that good cigarette, which wasn’t the same brand he preferred but tasted delicious and smooth. It was sweeter and lighter in flavor than the ones he bought, which meant the hidden cyanide would stand out less.

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When he spawned back at base, the rest of the team was caught off guard. Apparently he’d been gone for four days, but everyone assumed that he’d taken vacation time. It was his habit as a Spy not to announce his days off ahead of time, so he couldn’t be mad at them for the assumption. When he told them that that RED Medic had decapitated him and kept his head alive, they were horrified.

BLU Medic, who unfortunately looked almost identical to RED, was gibbering and tutting like a hen whose babies jumped in a puddle, and examining him already. Jacques repressed the urge to fight the poor Medic as he got up in his face looking for injuries. He’s only doing his job. It’s not his fault the freak has the same face as him.

The last thing he wanted was to be examined by another German, and that feeling boiled over when the doctor unexpectedly pulled up part of his mask. Before he could think, Spy found himself violently pushing Dr Ludwig and tugging his mask back into place. There was a very awkward hush as Scout and Pyro helped the doctor to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you what I was doing.” Still shaken by having more gloved hands on his neck, Spy could only nod curtly. Fritz couldn’t blame him for being jumpy and lashing out. “What were you checking for?” He asked apprehensively. “Um… Respawn complications on your neck. Or anything that the crazy Medic might have.. left?” He was not terribly surprised when Spy decided to head to bed for the night without a checkup. He wasn't ready.

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after excusing himself to go to bed and rest, Jacques throughly checked for anything wrong with his neck. He’d insisted that Medic leave him be, but had no intention of dying or getting an infection from an unseen wound. Thankfully there was nothing suspicious, which soothed his nerves and the paranoid itch he’d been feeling. Then he was free to appreciate having his body.

He flexed each of his fingers in turn and balled his hands into fists. He put a hand against his chest to feel his own steady heartbeat and breathing. Jacques felt like sprinting through a field of tall grass - no, wheat- actually tulips, tulips and hyacinths. And then he wanted to roll around the warm grass, not that he’d let his team know that dirt didn't bother him. He had an image to uphold.

But here in his room, with its kitchen and amenities, he was free to celebrate.

Spy set a large pot of water to boil and grabbed a hefty serving of frozen cheese stuffed pasta from his fridge. He chopped and fried up some salty ham, and made a really good béchamel sauce with white wine, cheese, and heavy cream.

When his meal was ready, he devoured it like a starved animal and emptied half a bottle of brandy. After about 3 cigarettes and a glass of wine, he finally got into his pajamas and tumbled into bed. And even as someone who preferred to avoid sleep, he was content to curl up in the bed in the safety and comfort of his own room and body.

#tf2 #dadspy #tf2 spy #emesis blue #tf2 medic #Alternative title: RED Spy trying to accept the fact that one of his sons might resent him over those pictures

[hypnodrea]

songs/artists i’d force TWST Housewardens to listen to

— Riddle Rosehearts aka Rizzle Smoulderheart

Mans would probably be like, making me study or some shit, hopefully helping me or just around me in general. And I just whip out the nasty ass phone Daddy Crowley gave me and boot up whatever version of Spotify there and bat my eyes at Riddle saying, “Oh, music helps me focus more when studying!” When we all know that is a full on lie.

So he would be around or something and I would just start blasting the most inappropriate music ever. Probably something like Man Areas or Squidwards Nose. One of those, y’know? Just cause I think it’d be funny seeing him get all red and angry, like a raspberry.

He’d prolly yell “Off with your head” at me but that would be useless because I’m magic-less

— Leona Kingscholar aka Mr. Worldwide

Me, personally, me, personally, I’d be rockin’ to take a nap with this homie. He’d prolly hate it, but I would! And y’see, I’d come up with some bullshit that like, music helps with dreams or some shit, just anything to convince him to let me play a playlist as he sleeps.

And it’d be full of Tyler the Creator. But specifically the genre of his songs like, See You Again, What a Day, Earfquake, BEST INTEREST, songs of his like those. Now I think Leona would probably like Tyler, idk, they both have them vibes and them two my favorite men.

But yeah, I’d make him listen to Tyler, he seems like he would like at least one or two songs of his, and I sure as hell know that I would be down on my knees just to hear him sing a song.

— Azul Ashengrotto aka ‘Baka Tako’

I would literally sell my soul to him just to make him listen to every single FNAF song. It has to be FNAF. I want to get at least two or three stuck in his head, so he feels cringe and ashamed to admit liking the songs.

It would be so worth it though, seeing Azul all dripped up for Board Game Club (azul + idia club card when—) and just him humming like, Join Us For A Bite, and Idia slow head turning to him as he experiences flashbacks.

I’d be soulless for the rest of my life just to hear Azul singing Five Nights At Freddys, but god, wouldn’t that be a sight to see.

— Kalim Al-Asim aka the most nicest boy ever

I could not do anything mean to this boy, I would introduce him to like, Kali Uchis or Laufey. This man deserves all the pretty women music. I’d also just give him genuine song recommendations for like, parties too.

Maybe some like, Odetari type of music for like movin’ & groovin’. Definitely some Pitbull, Daddy Yankee, y’know all the good body mover ones. Songs that just make ya wanna swing your hips and drop it down white boy style.

Kalim is such a precious boy I would make it my life’s goal to give him all the classic bangers and new shit. Also Peso Pluma. No words. Just Peso.

— Vil Schoenheit aka the IT Girl

He scares me. I don’t want him calling my music taste ugly 😭 I’d get like, Rook to get him to listen to any of my recommendations. Or literally any one else but me. I’m sensitive :(

Anyways onto the songs/artists, ahhhh, probably K-pop. I like a lot of songs but I also heard that the dances are pretty sick too. So he can like, have fun with that. Maybe specifically like, Red Velvet, or like the BTS members but only their solo songs because I like them better like that.

Also giving him like, serious recommendations because I don’t want him to curse me if I made him listen to like a fucking Lorax song.

— Idia Shroud aka the loser gamer boy

I’m making him listen to every single Tom Cardy song I know. If there is any one in the goddamn school that could appreciate him, it would be Idia. And I wouldn’t go for the obvious choice of making him listen to Hatsune Miku because he has his little Fates idol group thing, and also because it would be too predictable.

Tom Cardy on the other hand, he is extremely unpredictable and I love him for that. Specifically showing Idia all the more funny and mainstream songs of Tom Cardy like Red Flags, Mixed Messages, and Perception Check.

Making him hum Perception Check as he beats the hell out of Azul on online Uno as Azul screeches and everytime he gets a +2 or +4 making him say ‘Nat 20 let’s fucking go’

— Malleus Draconia aka …who?

I think my more modern music taste would kill him, so I’d just give him the entire Nutcracker ballet to listen to because it is such a banger ballet, dude.

Or just ballets in general, I think he’d enjoy them in the background as he does whatever he does in his little Gargoyle club thingy.

Me and him when that beat drops in the Knights Dance from the Romeo and Juliet ballet.

{This is not at all supposed to be close to canon, this is just for funsies. I’ll prolly do the first years next…}

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst kalim #kalim al asim #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst idia #idia shroud #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twst imagines #?