#btw yes i did have gray hair

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 || 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: we’ll be safe and sound || part two: isn’t it delicate?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Lucy Gray Baird was once your best friend. But Coriolanus Snow arrived and it was you who had them both charmed up. Where Coriolanus returns to the Capitol thinking he killed two women. Only to be surprised to realise that he doomed the bright prospect of his future.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ ANGST, kinda Lucy Gray x Coryo x reader, chasing, blood, slight gore if you imagine some scenes, poisonous berries, mentions of aphrodisiacs, drowning, violence, this gets slightly dark.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ this is one of my favourite fics ab Coriolanus so far. Main songs are Safe and Sound (Taylor’s version), can’t catch me now again and triste verano lol. Part two is going to be the aftermath of this btw

♪ ♫ awful Coriolanus Snow playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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The water was warm. The soft rocks at the bottom made it slippery to stand still. But you did your best to stay there, looking at your friends laughing and playing where the water was deep.

“I can’t do it.” You say, shaking your head.

“You’re such a baby. Of course, you can!” The girl beside laughs at you and gently pushes you.

“Lucy Gray! I swear if you push me again I’m killing you” she laughs harder.

“Lucky me I know how to swim and you don’t”

“Relax. Just take my hand, I’m not letting you drown” Slowly, you take her hand, letting Lucy Gray guide you deeper into the water.

“I’m closing my eyes” you warn her. She rolls her eyes and laughs. The voices of your friends and the splashing sounds closer. At the same time, you feel the water has reached your chest. And it sends you on spirals.

“It’s okay. Just let go…” You’re holding Lucy Gray’s hand too tight. But as you reach further, you start making a big attempt to float. That’s when Lucy Gray grabs both of your hands to help you.

She finds your furrowed brows and insecure face funny and cute at the same time.

After some existential nights, the young girl questioned if she had ever felt such a strong connection with anyone as she did with you.

No. Never.

“Lucy Gray!” When she comes back to reality, she smiles shocked. She had dropped your hands but you had managed to keep floating. You were swimming.

“See? You did it!” Some of the members of The Covey cheer and you smile and laugh at their jokes.

“Told ya’. You’re just a baby” You poke your tongue out and she just makes fun of you.

“So funny. Shouldn’t you be at the market helping Maude Ivory to sell the necklaces we made?” Lucy Gray rolls her eyes again.

“Shouldn’t you be home?” It’s noon, almost dark. And yes, you should be home.

“I should.” To Lucy Gray, it was a disappointment to see that you never shared anything about your family or home. She just knew your mother’s family was from District 4, nothing else.

“Go home. I don’t want you to get scolded.” She was too sweet. Too sweet that you questioned if Lucy Gray Baird was your best friend.

“Petal, I’m almost eighteen…” one of the girls threw you a towel as soon as you made it out of the lake. After thanking her, you slip into your black sundress, which captures your alleged best friend’s attention.

“Why the black dress?” As a colour lover, you supposed Lucy Gray was hating your dress.

“It was the first thing I grabbed,” you admit, drying your hair with the towel.

“It looks like you’re going to a field funeral.”

“Maybe I was. In case I happened to have died in the lake” you joke, making her splash you. Lucy Gray noticed at that moment that you used many words that sounded too educated.

“Do you trust me so little?” She asked as she watched you leave.

“You know I trust whoever is loyal to me.” And with that, you disappeared through the trees.

There was something on you that intrigued Lucy Gray. And soon there will be two.

…

One night, at the hob, Lucy Gray is performing with The Covey and you are seated, smiling at her and your friends. Then all of a sudden, a certain blonde and tanned boy reaches for you.

“Y/N!” You hear your name and once you turn, you spot your two new friends.

“Sejanus, hey!” He offers you a little hug but it’s nothing compared to when Coriolanus Snow got closer.

“Coriolanus…” he literally falls into your open arms, his arms snaking around your hips with so much disguise that it makes you blush at the intimacy.

“I’ve told you… you can call me Coryo” You smile at him, inspecting his charming blue eyes that still made you get lost like the first day.

“Right… Well, it’s nice to see you, Coryo” he wants to chuckle. As Sejanus gets lost to get a drink, the blonde man takes a seat beside you.

“How has your training been? Hopefully not too hard.” You ask and wonder. Coriolanus was a peacekeeper in training. You met him almost three weeks ago, and somehow he made you very happy.

“I’m used to it now. The first days were the worst” you nod, turning back to see Lucy Gray and cheer for her.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus looked at you. Even your profile was a mystery to him. There was something about you that made him feel at home. Maybe it was your mannerisms that were very… Capitol. And that’s the thing, he didn’t know you. Yet, there was something that urged Coriolanus to unveil you. And that has started to make him question his feelings for Lucy Gray.

The moment you knew Coriolanus was Capitol, you started putting everything in a balance. And as you spent days talking outside of The Covey House and the lake, you realised you had started to put an eye on him.

When you turned to see the young man, you were surprised to see him already looking at you.

“What?” You ask, smiling. He replies by looking down, cheeks slightly flushed with pink.

“Nothing.” Your hand sneaks around your neck, and you feel it naked. You have lost your necklace.

Coriolanus sees how you start looking at the table, then the floor, looking out for something.

“What happened?”

“My necklace. I think I lost it… damn it” he starts helping you.

“Maybe it fell at the entrance” he suggests. So together we leave the hob. All under the fixated look of Lucy Gray. Who kept singing but the feeling on her chest made her uneasy.

The necklace doesn’t appear.

“It was just a necklace. But…” you sigh, leaning against the wall of the alley. Just a golden chain, no pendant, nothing.

Coriolanus can only see your features under the moonlight, ignoring the necklace issue. You have a beautiful dress under an oversized cardigan. With or without the necklace, you look gorgeous.

“It was a present. From my sixteenth birthday”

“Have mine.” You look at him before giggling. He takes his tag, a silver chain with his name on it. The young man thinks you would like him even more by offering his tag to you. He wants you to become closer to him. But the offer could be seen as wrong.

“I can’t take it, Coryo” he gets closer and the proximity makes you avoid his eyes. Only to land your vision on his hand taking yours.

He slips the tag in your palm, it’s still warm.

This is the most intimate moment you’ve shared with him. And you don’t know how to feel about it.

“At least until you get a new necklace” he suggests, offering a little smile. You can see he has no moles around his face, barely visible freckles maybe. His skin is very clear and his lips…

As you’re too focused on analysing his face, you accept the chain. And for some reason, you let him play with your cold fingers.

“Until then…” he leans closer, and the air suddenly feels fogged. It could be just another humid summer night.

But no, it was because Coriolanus Snow was less than two inches away from kissing you.

His free hand was ready to land behind your neck, just to slightly push you towards him and finally discover what your lips felt like.

“Where were you two?…” the side door of the hob opened. And like two volts, you and Coriolanus separate from each other. You grasp his tag tightly around your hand in a fist.

Lucy Gray had seen the interaction.

“Just looking for y/n’s necklace,” Coriolanus said first, walking away from you.

“Oh. Well, we were just waiting for you two. They want to start a round with beers” the girl said, rolling her eyes and giggling, pretending very well.

“Let’s go then…” Coriolanus walked past her, smiling at her like nothing happened. You tried to do the same. But Lucy Gray grabbed your forearm, stopping you from entering the hob behind the young man.

“Say the truth. Are you falling in love with him?” You frown, slightly irritated at the question.

“Of course not. I barely know him.” You replied a little too harshly. She nodded, silently believing you.

“You know I’ll never be the woman who wrecks a relationship.” She takes your word a little wounded. Seeing how you enter the hob quietly.

She just stares at the sky. You had been a good friend and she trusted you. Lucy Gray was having a little crisis. She questioned at that very moment if she actually loved Coriolanus.

Certainly not. She didn’t trust him at the beginning. Seeing him almost kissing you, was making her not trust him at the end. And Lucy Gray knew. You were so loyal to ever intentionally get involved in some affair. You preached to Not do what you don’t want to happen to you.

But the truth is that you would wreck a relationship. Unintentionally, but twice.

…

It was you who discovered a pomegranate tree near The Covey House. The branches were long and the season of pomegranates was until late summer, but somehow, in August, the tree was blossoming a couple of red beats.

Near the house, the nomad group had built some locations to make their lives easier. Like some stations to wash clothes and eat. Maude Ivory was sick, she started with a sore throat and she developed a stomach infection later. So you suggested picking their laundry. And since you spent more time with The Covey rather than your family, it wasn’t rare for Coriolanus to find you folding some dresses that were once hanging on a tightrope between two trees.

He stepped on a branch and it made you jump startled.

“Gosh! You scared me!” you squeaked after seeing Coriolanus standing there with his peacekeeper uniform. He grinned, leaving his little backpack on the table. He spotted a little basket filled with pomegranates.

“You picked all this?” He asked, pointing at the basket.

“Yes. It was a big surprise to see pomegranates in August. They start their season at the end of the month or September.”

“I never thought you would be that kind of girl?” You frowned laughing, turning back to fold the dresses into another basket.

“What kind, Coriolanus?” Shortly after, you know he is behind you. You can feel his breath in the nape of your neck, and it sends shivers to your spine.

“The kind who climbs trees and folds laundry while singing” your cheeks immediately go red. He had heard you sing previously.

“You heard me?”

“Indeed. Very pretty voice,” he said after sensing how embarrassed you were.

“I don’t sing. And you really shouldn’t be here. Lucy Gray was looking for you” You state firmly. Realising how much anyone could misinterpret the situation if they find you almost tangled up with Coriolanus Snow behind you.

“She was gone when I arrived here.”

“Oh…” you say, taking the basket with the laundry. When Coriolanus sees that you are also going to grab the one with the pomegranates, he stops you.

“Let me help you…” he takes the one with the fruit.

“Thank you.” He grabs your hand again, and it makes you weak. But you remember your dear friend. And the loyalty you preach.

“You can’t do this, Coryo. Not to her, not you. And not to me…” he sighs. Honestly, he didn’t want to hurt either one. But it was you who he was always trying to describe. It was you making him laugh so much. And it was you who made him feel like… home. Like…Capitol.

“You make me feel different.” You roll your eyes.

“And how did she make you feel in the first place?” They met at the Capitol. While you prayed for Lucy Gray’s survival at the Hunger Games. Boys could be liars.

“Lucy Gray made me feel like I had an option away from home.”

“But… you make me feel like I can have both. I can have this…” he says looking down at the pomegranates and folded laundry.

“And also… what I had there.” You have to look away. You see the trees and how some leaves fall because of the breeze.

“You’ll have to choose one day…” he nods, but he’s so close to you. He can see every detail of your delicate face. So as much as he tries to resist the urges, he ends up leaning closer. Your lips brush his and it’s magical. You really want to kiss him too.

“Doesn’t have to be today. Right?” His comment makes you almost retreat. And before you can walk away he pulls you to his chest again, finally kissing you.

He’s soft, yet passionate and intense. His right-hand finds comfort in the back of your neck while the other lands on your chin, deepening the kiss. For you, it’s an automatic response to put your arms around his neck.

As the kiss turns more desperate, the hand on your chin ends up pushing your lower back and you have to suppress a moan when you feel the clear outline of his manhood poke at your lower belly and part of your pelvis. It’s not enough to the fire you both initiated, but you have to stop.

Both of you pant for air and somehow he ends up smiling.

“Until the day you choose. This never happened.” You say firmly, but slowly, and you also smile at him.

Your smile was enough to keep him calm on the way back. Unconsciously, both of you feel like silly kids. Shyly walking side by side with baskets in your hands.

“So you couldn’t swim?” Coriolanus asks after some minutes walking to The Covey House.

“I couldn’t. Most of my family is from District 4. It’s embarrassing, to be honest.” He assumed you were also from there. And he couldn’t help but think that District 4 was closer than the 12 from the Capitol. Immediately he brushed away the thought.

“But Lucy Gray taught me. Kind of a violent teacher, but it was still great” you admit laughing. And Coriolanus was blushed. Surprisingly, he found himself on the verge of being jealous. Yes, of Lucy Gray teaching you how to swim.

Through the trail, one of the boys from The Covey appears, he looks too sweaty and tired, gasping and desperate.

“Y/N! Is Maude. She has a lot of fever and we don’t know what to do” You immediately worry, starting at a faster pace, followed by Coriolanus.

“Where is Lucy Gray?” You ask. The boy shrugs guiding you to their home.

“We don’t know. She’s nowhere near.” You sigh.

As soon as you make it inside, you find the girl lying on a couch, sweating and panting. Your heart broke as you kneeled beside her.

“Maude? You are going to be fine.” She seems to have identified you and slowly nodded.

Coriolanus follows you as you run to their improvised kitchen. You mix some herbs and boil them with water.

“Coryo, please hand me the honey.” He looks around to see a glass with honey and hands it to you.

And then, Coriolanus swears he fell in love with you as you treated Maude Ivory, immediately making her rest.

…

One night, Lucy Gray is oddly quiet. You know something’s up. So when you gently caress her shoulder, she lets out a long breath before spilling everything.

“Coriolanus shot Billy Taupe and the mayor’s daughter.” Your eyes widened, before letting a shocked gasp.

“What?” Lucy Gray nodded, confirming the facts to you.

“He did it to protect me and Sejanus. But…”

“This is bad. You know how this district is. Rumours will spark, the people will talk…” you spiral about it too panicked.

“I don’t want you nor Coriolanus to get in more trouble. What if-“

“It’ll be fine. We’ll be safe…” she hugs you, hearing how you tried to hide your sobs from her. She continues to share what happened and where the murder weapon was. She encourages you to keep the secret and play pretend until the waters soothed.

The waters only get worse. Like the tides form hours before a tsunami. After a peaceful morning, you find Lucy Gray at the market. You eat half a sandwich with her and you share that your mother was worried about the rumours. Including the fact that the authorities were starting to turn their heads towards Lucy Gray. She acts calm and used to have people talking about her. But being accused of murder was something different.

And it only gets worse when you two get closer to the chaos. Where Sejanus Plinth and the man who hid the murder weapon were hanged for treason. Lucy Gray takes your hand as you cover your mouth in shock.

You are able to see Coriolanus. The panic on his face is evident enough to make you feel uneasy. And that’s when Lucy Gray plans something.

You listen to her tell Coriolanus about leaving the districts. There are feelings of nausea, sadness, and stress washing all over you. That is abruptly cut by the couple turning to see you.

“Did you listen, y/n?” Lucy Gray asks. You stay quiet.

“Come with us. Please” she adds. You look at Coriolanus. His face doesn’t express anything, but he really wants you to agree. He knows it is a bad idea, he knows that is dangerous. But he wants to have you too.

You have plenty of reasons to stay. A little family, a home, a future. Which was certainly unsure for your dear people. They had nothing to lose.

Half of you were unsure, afraid of growing up and not being able to make it. So you had two options. And you weren’t ready to make a decision.

“Please, y/n. You’re my best friend. I can’t make it without you” Time never passed apparently. Lucy Gray and Coriolanus were still looking at you, waiting for some answer.

Your tongue gets loose before you can’t think clearly.

“I’ll come.” Coriolanus sees how the girl hugs you tightly. And he knows there’s no way back. He doesn’t know what to expect about this.

After agreeing to meet in the hanging tree, the three of you part separate ways.

You don’t think much about it. Because if you did, you would start analysing, and probably you would stay.

Coriolanus is too busy in the barracks to even remember. But he can’t help to think about you and Lucy Gray in a balance, knowing he was lingering too much on your side.

And Lucy Gray understands that in the long term, you’ll either grow old seeing her and Coriolanus being together. Only if it didn’t turn out the other way, where Coriolanus ended up taking you and it was Lucy Gray who would have to bear it.

Either way. She would leave with the only two humans he could trust. Or so she believed.

…

Your boots are dusted. You stare at them, a bitten prune in your right hand a little knife in the other. The way he grabs her chin makes you feel uncomfortable… and jealous.

Coriolanus didn’t kill his old self. That was for sure. You have your own theories, but you refuse to add gasoline to the fire. Not when you have made it outside of District 12.

“Not the best time to throw allusions, Coryo,” you say walking past them, separating the couple. You hoped to have soothed the tension. But you knew Lucy Gray had decreased her trust in the boy.

“You’re right. Sorry…” Coriolanus accepts looking at Lucy Gray. Then to you and your silly headscarf, your long silk dress, and fishing dark jacket.

“We really needed her. Right?” Lucy Gray throws the words, making Coriolanus frown confused. And that’s when he questioned if the girl also had some feelings for you, other than being best friends. Because the way he was on the verge of smiling at the sight of you was the same way she was looking at you.

“She will prevent us from killing each other” he attempted to joke.

“Or be the reason why we kill each other,” Lucy Gray said. Coriolanus disliked the comment.

And so on, for the rest of the walk, it’s you making the air lighter. Your smiles made Coriolanus forget the offer of moving to District 2. Even the situation where his grandmother and Tigris were in. But Lucy Gray reminded him of his errors and his new upcoming country life. Your random comments about plants that are poisonous and others that work as medicine or aphrodisiacs make Lucy Gray blush and keep focused. Knowing that having you by her side was a good sign.

You lean to pick some violet flowers, and both Lucy Gray and Coriolanus look at each other to then look at you.

“Medicine, poisonous or…?” You giggle, noticing how Lucy Gray was avoiding saying the word.

“Saffron. An aphrodisiac, actually,” you answer, looking at her blush and Coriolanus’ little smirk.

“Some threads of this with warm milk or wine and…” Coriolanus can’t help but laugh briefly. You ignore the way he looks at you. The cheeky look he offered you and how you evidently looked away, blushed.

Lucy Gray caught a glimpse of your necklace. She stopped blushing as soon as she looked carefully. It was Coriolanus’ tag. Dangling between your breasts and shining under the last rays of the sun. It was getting cloudy. Likely, a humid rain was coming.

“I’ll take the lead from here.” Lucy Gray says, her tone a little more cold.

She starts walking away and Coriolanus takes the opportunity to help you stand up.

“You should take some…” when you understand what he meant, you punch his arm.

“You’re insane, Snow” he laughs and cynically goes to trace your face with one of the flowers.

“I think I’ve made my decision.” You turn to look at Lucy Gray, who’s even further then. Then back to the blonde guy with gorgeous blue ocean eyes.

You don’t want to hurt her. Lucy Gray deserved better. But you couldn’t deny that if the days kept passing, you would completely and blindly fall in love with Coriolanus Snow.

“We won’t do anything about it. Yet…” you say, sliding a little bunch of the violet saffron flowers inside your bag. Coriolanus shakes his head. There’s a big smile on his face, returning to walk before he jumps there to kiss you.

…

When the rain starts you decide to find the lake. Under the rain, the dark underwater conditions made it desirable to fish. Fish were more active and hopefully, you would be able to bring something to have for dinner that night. The cabin was very near. Coriolanus stayed there and Lucy Gray came to the lake with you. She was quiet, watching how your feet were underwater, and you sank a sharp branch constantly.

“I have one!” You happily yelled, watching how the poor animal squirmed.

When you leave it in a little bag with Lucy Gray, she stops you.

“Lucy Gray?”

“I swear I won’t ask again. But please be honest, y/n.” She starts and it makes you frown confused. You drop the branch, waiting for her question.

“Do you love him?” She finally asks.

You remain quiet. But you keep your word.

“I don’t know…”

She nods, looking at the damn tag on your neck. She should’ve known.

“That doesn’t mean I’ve been acting behind your back or that I will” you add. Because it’s true. None of your encounters with Coriolanus were set by you. It was he who always looked out for you.

“Not yet.” She spits, giving you a harsh look. You sigh, tilting your head, hands on your hips.

“Are we going to ruin everything for a man?”

“I don’t know. Are you?” She asks with a sarcastic smile.

“I won’t do this, Lucy Gray. And you shouldn’t either. Not when we’ve come this far already.” You say looking away from her, grabbing the branch, and walking away.

“Alright. I’m going back to the cabin. See you there?” She asks to surrender.

“Sure.” You hear her footsteps leaving. And you can finally breathe, your eyes water and you question everything.

The long days working with The Covey, helping them to make handicrafts to sell at the market. The nights laughing nonstop with Lucy Gray and giving her to drink when she shouldn’t, how she braided your hair and caressed you. All the good performances she gave and how good the celebrations were.

Then the days you were able to have long walks with Coriolanus, getting to know little but something about his life at the Capitol. The nights you sneaked at the barracks, and both spent hours drinking and saying silly things. The soft touches he started giving you. How he cared for you and always wanted you to be okay.

You realise they are the most important people in your life outside of your family. They are the strongest connections you’ve ever made. And you didn’t have the heart to ruin it or sacrifice it.

Those thoughts are long gone after you hear some shooting. You drop the branch again and you start running towards the cabin. You forget your boots and the fish. It’s the panic of knowing something bad has happened that reigns in your head. Some dry leaves hurt your bare feet but you don’t care.

You literally jump the stairs of the cabin. And once you open the door, you spot Coriolanus with the rifle in one hand. A knife on the other. That forbidden rifle.

You see some dry blood in his arm. An evident bite was there.

“What happened?” You rush to inspect his arm.

“Snakebite” but he’s fast enough to turn and start giving you pecks across the face. And once his lips brush your chin, you can’t take it anymore.

Neither him, he finally kisses you like he never ever did.

It’s desperate. While you kiss him back, many questions keep flooding your head. And you can’t fully concentrate on his lips. So you back away.

“Where’s Lucy Gray?” He remains quiet. Slowly, you look down. Until your eyes land on the rifle. You start walking backward, shaking your head. Tears forming again.

“No…” you whisper as he tries to get closer to you again. Coriolanus wants to scream and tell you everything is going to be okay. But he knows it’s not true. He sees how you’re starting to look shocked. And he realised how smart you were, how fast you connected the dots.

He makes you sit on the creaky chair of wood. He offers you a dark brown glass, where he pours some of the water. Slowly, you take the glass, hoping to calm yourself with some water.

Once you drink a sip, you see a crushed berry. Quickly you spit the water, throwing the glass as it shatters into the floor.

It was a Lily of the Valley, a poisonous berry.

“YOU POISONED ME!” You scream. He opens his eyes and enters in panic.

“No, y/n. It was an accident!” The urge to run increased. Probably what your dear Lucy Gray tried to do. It makes you finally cry.

That crushed berry was an accident. Coriolanus told Lucy Gray to wait for you, to prevent cooking anything that was poisonous from your collection.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He stops you, and as soon as he touches you, your reaction is violent. You keep squirming, trying to run away from him.

He drops the rifle, but the hand with the knife keeps dangerously brushing your temple. And Coriolanus wants to stop fighting so badly, worried that he could hurt you even more. Also, he panics as he knows the poison could be spreading.

He can’t be alone. You were his remaining hope.

“PLEASE STOP, Y/N!” But you don’t.

“YOU KILLED HER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” Suddenly both of you stop. You touch your face and your whole palm is covered in blood.

Another thing Coriolanus never meant to. The knife had made a deep cut, and the scarlet kept flowing from that side of your face, covering your silk dress with spots.

“It was an accident. Y/n…please”

An accident… he wanted to kill you.

You run. You run as fast as you can. Towards the lake, wherever. As long as you could be away from Coriolanus.

He runs too, he chases you. Making you feel like his prey. You try to ignore the fear that keeps building up. You ignore the blood threatening your vision from the left eye.

“STOP, Y/N!” Coriolanus screams.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” But you don’t stop, you reach the old wooden platform at the lake. The rain splashing against the surface of the lake is loud, but not enough to silence your sobs of anger, fear, and pain.

Coriolanus also fears. He knows he’s a monster, but he didn't want to be one around you. Maybe it was his karma. He believed Lucy Gray placed his mother’s scarf on top of that snake. You believed he had purposely placed the crushed Lily of the Valley at the bottom of that glass.

He keeps running, you won’t go anywhere in that wood thing.

You turn to see him. And it destroys him. Your face and drenched dress. All covered in blood and rain. Your red and swollen eyes. He had broken you in less than twenty minutes.

And looking at his eyes was your ending. Because you slipped. Coriolanus saw how your weak body fell into the water and he ran faster.

But he didn’t jump. It was too late.

Soon he realised your body would never make it to the surface.

He cried, he screamed in that lake. He fell on his knees and cursed at the way things happened. He lost his head when Lucy Gray was gone, and he returned even more stressed as he thought you had also run away. But you came straight to his arms, hoping to see everyone was fine. And he just kept cursing, wishing he had given you a different glass.

Some minutes later, he goes back to the cabin. He takes the rifle carefully wrapped with a blanket and takes a raft.

As he lets the rifle sink into the lake, he wonders where your body had ended up. But he accepts it was probably better to let you rest peacefully underwater than disturb you.

In his head, he truly fell in love with you. Lucy Gray had been an enigma for most of the time, only to reveal her true nature in her final moments. And you, Coriolanus realised you were the real mystery.

Just like your death.

He took all the flowers you had collected and sprinkled the lake with them. His eyes watered once again. Thinking about what could’ve been. And after a minute of silence, he leaves. The lake, the cabin, the outsides of the districts.

With two remaining memories; Lucy Gray’s earring and a single saffron flower you promised to give it a try with him.

Coriolanus swears that he actually needed you. But you’re gone.

…

Ending up back in the Capitol makes Coriolanus feel like Lucy Gray’s death was worth it, actually. But yours makes him feel guilty. He could’ve asked you to come with him. To forget about everything that happened on the 12 and start a new life. With the Plinth fortune and Gaul’s help on his side, Coriolanus accepts the only missing piece is you.

The saffron flower rested between the pages of his journal, now dry. But the color was vivid as the day it blossomed.

Coriolanus is a new man. Who had let go of his past, but not the memory of you. He mourns your death the first week he comes back home. And he tells his grandmother that from now on he will only wear her white roses.

A symbol of peace, hope, and innocence. Which he had lost a long time ago. But it reminded him of you. Especially the hope, which was what you took away from him when you died.

So he accepts the invitation from the annoying childish girl Livia Cardew. The golden blonde was always a shy yet smiley girl in class. But Coriolanus never paid much attention to her. Until he learned Livia’s older cousin was a famous and respected politician. So he agreed to come with her to the Inauguration Day. President Ravinstill was too depressed and down after his son died at the hands of a rebel attack. So he had to retire. And Coriolanus knew it was a great opportunity to look out for contacts and form new comrades.

“You look amazing,” Tigris said, brushing her cousin’s shoulders, inspecting his dark blue suit.

“Maybe because you did this,” Coriolanus said, happy to see the young woman smiling again. After the bittersweet comment of saying he looked like his father, there had been a shift.

“With some help,” she says, admitting all the hard work was not from her hands. Now she had a little atelier where she had help and started new fashion trends at the Capitol.

“Even so, you designed it. Thank you, Tigris” he smiled at her.

“Are you still going with that girl?”

“Livia? Yes… Why?” He asked, looking at himself in the mirror.

“I don’t think she’s the one Coryo. She’s a child” Tigris admitted, arms crossed and avoiding looking at the man.

“She’s my age, Tigris.”

“Still… allow me to say this but, she doesn’t seem to be what you need” Coriolanus sighed. Of course, Livia Cardew wasn’t what he needed, she just had some contacts and a good reputation from her family. But they had nothing in common.

Coriolanus Snow needed you. An alleged district woman, who didn’t even know her last name or background. Just the sweet girl who seemed to be the remedy for all aches.

“I know she’s not the one” and Tigris knew there had been someone else than her cousin’s tribute. Something else happened. But she wouldn’t ask him.

“Listen, I’m just going with her to the inauguration, but this doesn’t mean I’ll take her for granted,” he says, pushing away his memories from you.

“Say goodnight to Grandma’am for me, please” Tigris nods, briefly smiling once again before kissing his cheek and wishing him good luck.

The celebration had been very ostentatious. With a lot of people cheering for the new president. He seemed young, with a mature beautiful wife. There was a rumour that he was District 4 governor and was Mr. Ravinstill's best friend. That said a lot about why District 4 was wealthier than District 2 or three compared to before.

Nonetheless, the Capitol’s citizens seemed to be embellished by this new president who promised a new start for everyone in Panem.

Soon after the Inauguration Ceremony, only the wealthiest and finest members of the Capitol were invited to continue the celebration in a mansion near the hills. The view was amazing and the remaining minutes of the sunset were gorgeous up there.

Coriolanus had barely tasted from his posca. After you, he started to pay more attention to poison. He saw some classmates, like Festus, Clemensia, Vypsania, Hilarius, etc. A side of him wants to get closer and say hi, but Livia appears beside him, eating a little pastry.

“Imagine living here and being able to see this view every morning, evening, and night.” She says. Coriolanus hates her purple dress and red lipstick. As he thought, Livia was ridiculously trying to look mature.

“It’s a great view.” He replies coldly. The city was finally looking brighter, modern, and illuminated.

He turned to see the profile of the girl and noticed she had some cream on her chin.

“You have some-“ Livia understands and quickly wipes it away, smiling at him. She was pretty, but not his type.

“Better?”

“Yes.” The crowd suddenly starts talking, capturing the couple’s attention. So when both Livia and Coriolanus turn towards the mansion, they see two peacekeepers opening the doors from the biggest balcony. And the new man who had the crown of president appeared, followed by his wife. And then what seemed to be his family.

The guests started a round of applause, looking up from the giant patio. Coriolanus finally took a little sip of his drink.

“Dear friends and honourable guests. It is my joy to say that the inauguration ceremony was a success. My family and I feel extremely blessed and thankful for all the support we have received” the man started his speech. Coriolanus was mentally taking notes. As that was the man he would literally have to beg to become the Capitol’s governor one day. And hopefully, then become president.

“This is going to be a period of change, evolution, and a new start for the history of Panem. I look forward to meeting all the involved staff and personnel to make this real” he sounded honest, yet, like a dangerous species that you had to be careful around.

“For now, I’d like to introduce my sweet and dedicated daughter, who shall not be judged by her young age. But to be admired for the position I’m giving her, as chief of staff.” it was able to be heard on the microphone. He said the name, but no one heard.

And the first thing Coriolanus saw between the lines of the railing were some weird heels and the layers of a tulle dress.

Then a satin top with some soft knitted sweater, with shiny buttons. A delicate golden necklace and some dark brick red lips.

Coriolanus Snow almost dropped his glass. His face went pale and Livia had to borrow the glass from him.

“Are you okay?” She asked worriedly. Coriolanus nodded, but he had an evident nausea forming.

“Y/n. Come here, darling…” the new president said with a smile. Putting an arm around his daughter, proud of showing her off.

The president’s daughter was you.

He couldn’t believe it. He saw your body drowning. You drank poison, and the cut on your temple. How could you have survived?

That didn’t matter. There you were with a shy smile. Innocence is long gone. Coriolanus only saw the mystery, the danger in your face.

Seeing you there, breathing, as much as he wanted to have you alive before, was going to curse his existence.

“A toast for everyone here. To begin this new era with the right feet!” Your father said, raising his glass.

Everyone did it then.

“For the president!” The guests cheered in unison.

Fireworks started, making everyone turn to the sky. Even Livia walked a little past Coriolanus, but he stood there looking at the balcony. Eyes set on you.

You spotted him. And it stopped your world.

He looked even more beautiful than he did in 12. Longer hair, perfect weight gained. Clean and elegant suit. Now you know everything about him. And it broke your heart. You had healed through the trauma of what happened in the lake. Nobody knew, besides you and him.

You hoped to keep it that way. But you had no compassion left for a man like Coriolanus Snow. Who killed your best friend, almost killed you, and loved you the wrong way.

You knew he would be scared to see you alive. He would end up begging on his knees at the slight error he committed. He would have many questions, that time would answer for him.

Your days of being a loyal and sweet girl were gone. Coriolanus had stripped you bare from any trace of trust, unconditional love, and innocence.

You stare at him, and he looks shocked. He looks so scared and… frail. So you greet him back with a smile, sipping at your glass one last time, before looking up at the fireworks.

He really thought that it was the end.

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part two? yey or nay?

#coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x lucy gray #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus fanfiction #tom blyth x reader #corio snow

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey I got a request for joey from friends

So basically you and joey are together and you just had your first child together and joey was  Comfort you while you in labour and helping you and when you baby girl came you was scared to hold her and do anything with her so joey help you and you was shocked to see joey like this hope that makes sense

The One With the Baby Girl || Joey Tribbiani x reader

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summary: oneshot where joey helps you through the birth of your daughter

word count: 1k

warnings: childbirth (also quick disclaimer! i have never experienced/been present during a birth so please forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

a/n: ok i actually love this idea sm so thank you for requesting it! i hope you enjoy this

quick edit!! i was going back looking through my older work (1/10 do not recommend btw 🤭 the cringe is real) and i am so sorry i didn’t explain (v/o/y/n) = variation of your name. and y’all are smart so im sure you figured it out but still just thought I’d clarify because im dumb. have a great day loves xx💋💌🍒

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     This. Was. Hell. 

     None of the childbirth classes you had taken could have prepared you for this. You had known labor was not going to be a piece of cake, that much you could have expected. 

     But you hadn’t expected it to be this…well, laboring. You gripped the sides of the hospital bed as you desperately tried to push harder than you already were. 

     “Hey, you’re ok, just breathe,” you heard Joey’s voice from the side of your bed and you felt him as he moved behind you and began massaging your shoulders.

     “I can’t do this,” you said between breaths, feeling a wave of panic. What if you couldn’t do this?

     “Yes you can (Y/n), I know you can. Can you breathe for me? In, out. There you go. Now again. In, out. You’re doing great.”

      And it worked. You felt significant calmer as you reached up a hand to squeeze Joey’s and he squeezed back. 

     Joey had been a huge help to you throughout the whole process. While you had been in the early stages of labor, he had kept you company and helped to pass the time by talking about how you were going to decorate your baby’s room and if he thought the baby was going to be a boy or a girl and even by attempting to play a very dull game of ‘I spy’ which ultimately ended when everything was either white or gray.

     Now he fluffed the pillow behind you and brushed the hair from your face as you continued to push. You hoped it wouldn’t be long now, but you just had to get through this.

     “Can I get you any water?” Joey asked you and when you nodded he brought over the glass from the bedside table and brought it gently to your lips, allowing you to take a sip. 

     You were surprised at how attentive and helpful Joey was being. You hadn’t known he would be so good in these kind of situations. 

     Suddenly you cried out in pain as you were brought out of your thoughts by a particularly painful contraction. Joey rushed over to stand next to you and you grabbed his hand tightly. 

     “Sorry,” you gasped, letting go of his hand. 

     “It’s ok sweetie,” he said, waving it off, “I didn’t need those bones anyways.”

     You breathed out a laugh and Joey smiled at you, taking your hand again. 

     You let out another cry of pain.

     “Just let me know what I can do, ok?” Joey said, rubbing your back.

     “Be here,” you managed.

     “I wouldn’t dream of leaving,” he said, “I’m going to be right here by your side the whole time.”

     With Joey’s help and a lot of painful hours on your part, eventually you gave a final push and the next thing you knew the doctor was holding your baby—your daughter (Joey owed you 5 bucks)—in his hands.

     You laid back against the bed and Joey knelt beside you.

     “You did it (Y/n), I’m so proud of you,” he said. 

     You watched as the doctor came over to you and reached out his arms with the baby—your baby—and all of a sudden you weren’t sure you were ready. You had just been through all this and now you weren’t sure you were ready to take this next step. What if you dropped her or she cried more than she already was or—

     You didn’t know why you were so scared. You’d taken all of the classes and read all of the books and you were ready for this. Ready to be a mother. But you couldn’t make your arms reach out to grab your child. It was like you were petrified.

     “Joey I can’t—”

     Joey jumped up from beside your bed knowingly and gently took the baby from the doctor’s arms, expertly placing one hand behind her head and neck and the other under her bottom. 

     “Shh, you’re gonna be fine,” Joey soothed the baby as her cries began to cease. 

     He walked over towards you and knelt down beside your bed again. 

     “Are you ready?” He whispered. “Because you don’t have to do this before you’re ready?”

     You closed your eyes and nodded, “I’m ready.”

     Joey placed the baby in your arms, guiding your hands and arms to the right positions. 

     “There you go,” he said, “See, you’re alright.” 

     You began to relax as you held your daughter for the first time with Joey right beside you, and you took a moment to appreciate how amazing this all was. You had done this—you and Joey had done this. 

     You looked down at the baby in your arms. Your hands had begun to stop shaking and you shifted to more comfortably hold her.

     “She’s beautiful,” Joey said, his voice cracking just a little, “Just like her mother.”

     “I’ll give you two a moment,” the doctor said, exiting the room. The door shut and then it was just you and Joey and your new baby girl. 

     Joey sat on the edge of the bed next to you and you scooted over to make room for him. He gently kissed your damp forehead and brushed the hair away from your face.

     “Sorry Joe, I’m probably sweaty and disgusting,” you said.

     He looked you in the eyes and grew serious, “I have never seen you look more perfect.”

     He looked down at his daughter in your arms. “And you, you are the most perfect baby girl in the world.”

     “What are we going to name her?” You asked him, overcome with emotion. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was. How perfect all of this was, you thought as you looked down at the baby now falling asleep in your arms.

     “(V/o/y/n). I think we should name her (V/o/y/n),” Joey said, taking his eyes from his daughter to your face.

     “I love it,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. You paused a minute taking everything in. “We’re parents, Joey. It still doesn’t seem real.”

     “I can’t wait,” he said, smiling as he putting his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it gently, “We’re going to be awesome parents.”

     You couldn’t help but giggle at Joey’s enthusiasm, even as you felt your eyes begin to get heavy with tiredness.

     “And whatever comes, we’ll get through it,” Joey said. “You and me. Together.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope this is what you wanted love have a great day!!

#joey tribbiani x reader #joey tribbiani #friends #f•r•i•e•n•d•s #friends imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

[oph3liatlou]

hiiiii!!!!! i had this idea for a coriolanus snow x p fem!reader inspired by the bridge from "maniac" by conan gray, like they were this power couple before the games and then everything goes to shit bc of the events in the movie and when he comes back the reader has already accepted what happened and blah blah u know what i mean? up to you if you want them to end up together in the end or not, the only thing though no smut bc idk makes me uncomfortable, ty!

u can also completely ignore this btw 🧍‍♀️

— WANT YOU

pairing(s) - epilouge!coriolanus snow x emotionally distant!female reader

word count - 954 words

warnings - manipulation (come on it's canon), angst,

proofread? - yes

note from author - dw no smut 🥱

summary - you and coriolanus had been in a relationship for as long as you had been at the capitol academy, but the events of the games ruin that.

You never thought you'd see that young man again. Not after he left you for Lucy Grey. You hated him for it. At first, you thought it was just a ploy to help her survive the games - something the cameras would like. You could accept that part. But his feelings for her turned real, and that hurt you.

Then out of nowhere, he was back in the Capitol - no Lucy Grey alongside him. There was something about Coriolanus that drew you to him, still. That old magnetism mixed with newfound hatred. You hated him for hurting you, your pride wounded and your heart broken. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the spark of attraction was still there.

You still couldn't believe he was back in the Capitol. Something must've happened, you knew him too well - he wouldn't have left District 12 or, Lucy Grey. You watched him as he walked towards you, down one of the staircases in the Capitol building. You turned your head on instinct, hoping he didn't spot you.

Coriolanus's steps were steady as he walked down the staircase, his platinum hair shining in the dim light of the building. He was looking right toward where you were standing, as he got closer you noticed a familiar look in his eyes - pain, anger, and...desperation.

You were frozen - with the ghosts of your past. You knew he was coming towards you, the man who broke your heart. You felt as if the world was spinning too fast for you to hold onto. Coriolanus continued to walk directly towards you, his face a storm of emotions. When he reached where you were directly standing he stopped directly in front of you, his cold eyes looking deep into yours.

You didn't speak, you couldn't find the words to. Part of you wanted to hug him - but the strongest part of you wanted to yell at him for hurting you the way he did. The Capitol taught you to be respectful of everyone - for media purposes, but with him - you couldn't.

He remained silent also, his eyes searching your face for some answers. His emotions seemed to be at war with each other - anger, regret, longing, and...was that guilt? His stare was steady but you couldn't help feeling that there was something deeper in his eyes, something hidden beneath his surface.

You shook your head at him - you didn't want to speak, nor acknowledge the history between the two of you. Neither of you wanted to speak a word. Coriolanus took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you. His eyes kept searching your face, his gaze so cold you felt as if you were being stripped bare from his gaze alone. Then he reached up and touched your cheek gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

You flinched back at his touch - backing yourself into one of the Capitol pillars. If anyone had seen you, they would've just assumed the two of you were having a conversation. His eyes were still intent on your face, his expression still a mix of emotions. He remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking. "I would like you back."

You found yourself scoffing at his request - trying to break away from his caressing grasp on your face. "You have the audacity to say that - when you left me." You stated harshly. Coriolanus didn't react to your angry response, and instead just tightened his grip on your face, pulling you closer to him. "I had to leave you for Lucy-Gray. It was the only way to keep her alive in the games. It broke my heart doing that to you."

You laughed loudly shaking your head at him again. "If you were only trying to keep her alive - you wouldn't have purposely put yourself in District 12 when you got sent off." You glared at him. "You left me because you fell for her."

Coriolanus looked deep into your eyes - staying calm as he spoke. "It wasn't real. I was playing a part, I was just trying to help her win the games. But after she won and everything settled down, I realized that I never really loved her. I love you and I want you back."

He had never said those words to you before. The words you always wanted him to say but, never came from his mouth. I love you. But, it was too late now. You shoved past him. "You can try and manipulate me like you used to - but it's not going to work on me anymore."

Coriolanus's eyes narrowed as you shoved past him, but he made no attempt to stop you from leaving. "I'm not trying to manipulate you," he said, his voice remaining cold even though he had never been so emotionally vulnerable. "I'm being honest. I hurt you. I left you when I should have given you the world, but I've changed and I'm asking for your forgiveness."

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him over your shoulder. "You're right - you have changed. You used to be kind - but now you're nothing like the man I fell in love with." You took one last look at him and left.

Coriolanus started at the empty space where you had just stood for a long time - your words cutting him deeply. He had expected you to be angry - he had even expected you to want to hurt him, the way he had hurt you. He remained where he stood, his mind racing with all of the emotions and memories that flooded his mind. Flooded with his past memories of you.

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#writing #reqs open #request #oneshot #headcanon #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x lucy gray #district 12

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✨️

I did make an edit here to prove my point ... well sorta ...

Let's begin with: how hold would you have thought Magnifico is if he still had his dark hair like Amaya?

At the very beginning of the movie we see that they are around the same age. It is said that Amaya is 30 or in her early 30s. Which makes sense because she seems young, no wrinkles. So what about Magnifico?

First of all, before I continue and people go crazy, this is 'obviously' my own opinion and headcanon, and I base it off of real life expirience!

Now, if we study Magnifico's face when it's resting, we can clearly see that he hardly has any wrinkles besides those normal expression ones that appear when an adult smiles, frowns etc. The only thing that stands out is the hair.

Ok. Now, let's say Magnifico is in his mid 30s, that would actually make sense.

Some people in that age range look way older and some don't. As a hairdresser I've seen it all. 80+ year olds with hardly any gray hairs and 18+ starting to turn gray and 30+ year olds being totally silver. It's a genetics thing! It's not always the age!

I'm tired of people saying gray hair is an immediate indicator for old age. Nope. It's not. One of my clients is in his early 50s and has snow white hair with only a few silver streaks. He turned gray by 18 and by the age 30 he was totally dark gray/silverish.

As to wrinkles, yes, again, genes. One can look way past their age and the other way around. But let's leave that be for now.

Some argue, but he build up a whole kingdom. He must be old. Nope. From the artbook we know that Magnifico build the palace on top of an already exsisting empty building. And we may not forget that he could do magic at this point. So it's safe to say the whole "building a kingdom" went by quicker.

Another arguement I heard is : he's voiced by Chris Pine, and he's 43.

So? The age of voice actors has literally 0 to do with the age of animated characters! So that arguement falls appart.

I even asked friends and family members to guess Magnifico's age, ignoring the fact that he has dark gray hair. Guess what they said. They all guessed the same. Early to mid 30s.

Of course, people can believe what they want. But I personally, headcanon Magnifico 35 tops.

And btw, I think the dark gray makes him even more attractive.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico

[sketchstudios07]

Ngl seeing the fandom draw q!philza as not an older man is like probably more accurate to canon and all that since he's immortal (?) but then i look at the designs i never posted and he's just, old. idk why i did that. i think i just thought "hmmm missa and philza...old men yaoi" and went with it?? maybe it's cause at the time he was considered tallulah's grandpa?? i guess??

but its funny cause i'm like, yes q!phil will have grey hair, and his wings are broken (i did that before it was canon btw, i guess i can say i called it) and he probably needs like a cane of sorts to stabilize. sure. q!missa can be older too, that makes sense (it really doesn't, i just like doing gray hair). and then i look at fanart for references and it's just, a slutty crow man. which, i could've done, i could've made an older slutty crow man. maybe i will, who knows, but its really funny to me

#qsmp philza #qsmp #qsmp missa

[iluwmycats]

Gonna Hunt You Down (A Colin Zabel Story) Part.3

Colin Zabel x OC!Female

(Part.1) (Part.2)

Summary: Since they had lunch together, Hunter thinks about Colin and can't help but smile like an idiot. Because everything about this guy is so natural and sympathetic. As well as being sexy...

After a peaceful morning routin&breakfast, Hunter goes to her sister's school and finds out the "mean girls" scout of the school bullies her sister. And this makes her genuinely mad. Thankfully Colin, who is there to talk to a witness, manages to calm her down.

Word count: 3135 words

Warnings: Language, mentioning high school bullying, a lot of blushing >.<

Taglist/ @kaismanwich @yes-divine-ruler @blackroseguzzi @spill-the-t @oeudesorientado @witchyykitten @just-anotherstan @jetbl4ckhair99 @eventually27 @lili-tate @lollipopd

A/N: Hey! 👋🏼 Welcome back to this series! I really loved this Colin x Hunter duo and the chemistry between them. So here's a new episode for ya! Sorry for the delay, btw. I believe "Good things take time." is supremacy. So I have to give my 100% in everything I do. 🙈 Last but not least, I was inspired by Mare's mother when I wrote Hunter's. Cuz their cat-dog relationship was just gorgeous back in the show. 😭

I hope you like this hilarious part as much as I am! 💗

"Let's do this."

Hunter cracked an egg into the pan and began to stir it, a cheerful whistle escaping her lips. Her damp wavy hair fell over her shoulders and left small wet spots on her gray T-shirt.

“Oh my... look at that little savage!” Hunter’s mother appeared at the kitchen door with a raised eyebrow.

“Is she really smiling, or am I delusional?”

"What? What smile?" Hunter vanished her dreamy smile immediately and continued. "You're delusional!"

Frankly, she was thinking about yesterday, Colin's gentlemanlike manners, sweet talks, and prominent dimples. But of course, she was never gonna say these to her mom.

"My egg was nearly burning! Don't distract me." She warned her mother and quickly picked up his scrambled eggs with a spatula, placed them on his toast, then added a few slices of avocado & some spices. And voilà! It was ready to go down to her stomach. Hunter looked proud for a moment when she made an herbal tea for herself. It was definitely a delicious breakfast food with minimum effort.

"Are you a freaking Gordon Ramsy or something now?" Her mother teased her, laughing, but it didn't even bother Hunter.

"Oh, fuck off, Martha Stewart! This recipe is fire!"

She took a huge bite of her masterpiece and yelled, her eyes shut.

"OHH, YUMMY! That Gordan Ramsy guy can kiss my ass!"

Obviously, she was joking around. She is not a good cook but loves to pretend like she is. On the other hand, her mother was happy to see that Hunter had something other than cereal, bacon, or just bread for breakfast. But...

"Honey, you're a bit extra today."

Since Hunter started the day with unusual happiness, of course, this did not go unnoticed by her mother.

"I guess... I know the secret behind this joy." Her mother laughed meaningly and leaned against the door frame, observing her. At that moment, Hunter decided not to show her any color and ate her toast silently.

Yes, she woke up in a happy mood today. Because yesterday was pretty good. After a long time, she had a tasty burger & a large-sized cola. And also, finally, she had understood by a man after ages. So, Why shouldn't she be happy now?

"Go on, tell me about it. I'm all ears."

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Hunter slurred as if she didn't understand the question. She was nervously smiling.

"Oh, really?"

Her mother sighed and briefly rolled her eyes. Cause she knew pretty well that her daughter only smiles like an idiot if she catches feelings from someone. It was that simple yet quite rare for her at the same time. Cause Hunter usually prefers one-night stands and has never been in a relationship. But now, she thought it could be possible in the near future. Who knows?

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, young lady." Her mother continued. She was so curious about it.

"I'm asking, who was that eye candy beside you the other day? I saw you on my way home. And you two looked very intimate to me. So... I wanna know every detail."

Eye candy? Intimacy? Oh, come on, ma! She thought in frustration. Dammit! Sometimes this town is so freaking smaller than it is.

"Why the surprise face? Like you don't know him? How long have you been chatting, eh?"

As her mother started to wink mischievously, "OH, GOD!! STOP IT!" Hunter shouted with embarrassment, then shoved her last big bite into her mouth to avoid talking. She didn't want her mother to talk about Colin like he was her boyfriend or something. It was pretty embarrassing. Cause they didn't even friends in the first place.

But it looks like she will continue to deliberately embarrass her daughter.

"Oh, come on now! I'm your goddamn mother! And daughters always talk about their crushes to their moms! NOW, spill the beans already!

Hunter sighed. There was no way to escape, so...

"He was just a random guy," She replied casually. And then, "Actually... He's a police officer. A detective, like Mare." she added hesitantly, couldn't be sure whether to give her that information but...

“His name is Colin. And... He just moved into our town. Recently, he looked at Ms.Lange’s case with Mare. So yeah, I saw him a couple of times.”

She was suddenly acting timid.

"And yesterday... After visiting Ms.Lange at the hospital, he wanted to grab a bite somewhere. And... since he's a newbie and I'm a local girl, I took him to Apple Pie'rre. That's all. That's the story you hyped up about."

"Was that all?"

"Yeah! What else could it be?"

She looked like she didn’t believe her daughter one bit.

"Oh, don't even try to lie to me, girl! I'm your mother and also I’m a woman of love. I can sense these things. It was a date, right? Come on! Tell me the truth." Her mother said while wiggling her brows meaningly, thinking that she gave courage to her daughter to open up. But in fact, she was only embarrassing her.

"MOM, STOP IT!! You're being delusional again." Hunter wanted to hide her face from her mom but didn't do it. Because that would mean she accepted the allegation.

"God! Why are you blushing, then? You're being suspicious."

After a short denial session, she broke her silence.

"It was not a fucking date. Okay?" When Hunter threw a severe look at her mother, she felt compelled to step back involuntarily. Because she knew her daughter didn't like being backed into a corner.

"Alright... Whatever you say, cupcake. I believe you. Just let me know when things get intense, okay?"

Hunter didn't answer; she just took a sip of that herbal tea and continued to shake his knee nervously. She still couldn't believe she had let her mother interrogate her. Yet she had never told her mother about her love life (even her life) before. Why had she told her about Colin now? She didn't understand. It was a silly sloppy move of hers.

"Oh, sweetheart! I was just teasing you but okay, let's drop this conversation before your cheeks burn. Could you please hand me my water flask?" Again, her mother teased her one last time and immediately returned to their everyday conversation.

"I'm gonna go to my yoga class with the truck. So I hope you'll find a way to attend your sister's school meeting on time."

Hunter finished half of her tea and poured the rest into the sink. It got already cold, thanks to her mom (!)

"You know, I'll be there on time. I don't miss any of her school meetings."

"Alright, then. I'm off! Take care of yourself, honey."

She took the truck's keys and headed to the front door as Hunter lazily waved after her.

"Drive safely!"

Then, when the door closed, she couldn't help but scream at the kitchen walls in embarrassment.

"GOD! IT WAS JUST A LUNCH!!"

Hunter felt superheated in a way she didn't want to feel. But that was because of the stupid, unnecessary conversation just now. It had absolutely (!) nothing to do with last night's dream of Colin holding her. Not at all.

It's all because of that weird 'dating' talk.

“As if it could happen?" She spoke to herself, pressing her cold hands to her burning cheeks to cool them down.

Yeah… It was definitely because of that. Not the dream. She thought.

Not even a little bit.

Colin was happy for no reason that morning. He had woken up early, taken a hot shower, freshly shaved his face, and had an excellent breakfast with his mom. Before leaving the house, he had forgotten his coffee thermos, but it didn't bother him this time. Not at all.

"Alright, Zabes! Duty calls you." Colin talked to himself as he parked his car in front of the local high school. He had just visited here to talk to a teacher who had witnessed a stabbing incident last night and take his statement.

"Let's talk with that teacher and see what we got." Colin took his notepad and got out of the car by saying it himself.

The weather outside was much nicer today, and the sun warmly embraced his shoulders for the first time since he arrived in this town. So Colin did not regret not wearing his coat today.

He breathed in the fresh air and walked towards the school's front gate. It was almost lunchtime, but the bell hadn't rung yet. He didn't mind because it was a good thing the corridors were empty. So he could get to the teachers' lounge quickly to find the man. And that's what exactly happened.

"So... Mr. ...?"

"Calivanger."

"Yeah, Mr.Calivanger. Didn't you say you saw one more man at the crime scene?" Colin asked. The best thing he was good at was asking questions.

"Yes, I did, but I was confused back then. Cause, you know... It was pretty dark, and I was far from the crime scene."

"Where were you?"

"Oh, I was at my home and saw them from the window. When the man stabbed and fell on the ground, my wife told me to call the police. So..."

Colin slowly nodded when he wrote down what the man said. And suddenly, he missed the days when he was solving murder cases. In his previous station...

Here was a small town, and as he observed so far, generally, cases were just actual bodily harm. They were simple cases. But Colin didn't mind anymore. Because he eventually started to like this town.

Started to like the peace and closeness, the sunsets, the people, and especially a woman...

"Okay, Mr.Calibanger. Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you a nice day."

"Uh... Thank you, detective."

As he walked out the door, an angry shout was heard.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!”

"Miss, can you please calm down? It was not a big deal. Let me tell you the scene all over."

A couple of girls and two women were discussing something over there. And Colin wondered what's the issue.

"What is happening there?"

"Uh... I don't know, but it looks like an angry parent." Mr.Calivanger replied anxiously. “I wouldn’t want to be there.”

Troublesome parents, Colin thought as he returned his gazes to them. Jeez... What is wrong with these people? It’s class time. Shouldn't they discuss it somewhere outside the building?

"Thanks again, Mr.Cali... banger," Colin faltered but continued anyway. "I'll take a look before I leave."

"It's Calivanger, dickhead." The teacher said in frustration, but Colin was already made his way to the end of the hallway where the fight was happening.

The closer he got, the more clearly he could hear their voices. And see their visuals... Unfortunately, there was a problem, and one of the actors in the scene was Hunter.

"Oh girl, whatchu doin' there?" He mumbled and stopped to watch them from a safe distance without making any sound.

They were still fighting over an issue. But what was the issue?

"Apparently, these bitches were bullying my sister the whole time. Unbelievable!”

Hunter held her sister's shoulder protectively and kept mercilessly roasting the teacher.

“How could you shut your eyes to this, Mrs.Markle? Look at that! Look at her face!"

Colin narrowed his eyes and saw the girl's blood stainted nose and red face, damaged by small scratch marks.

Oh my... He got shocked and felt sorry for the poor girl. Apparently, there was a HUGE bullying issue. And Hunter had a right to be overprotective right now. Although he was an only child, Colin knew what it felt like to see a loved one hurt.

"We didn't do anything! She wanted to care for my cat, but as you can see, she couldn't manage." One of the cheap Britney wannabes talked semi-crying. "My poor Wandle was literally terrorized by her. So stop yelling at us! We're innocent." And add a little sob at the end of her shitty speech. That was absolutely a play. And not even well-played.

"And also, we're minors. So you're technically bullying minors! You psycho bitch!"

Oh, girl... Colin thought, still watching the scene silently in the back. They're basically testing her patient.

"Oh fucking..." Hunter sighed and took a deep breath while she tried to keep her sanity. She looked so done at the moment.

"Okay, then explain the punch."

"What punch?" One of them asked while chewing her gum like she knew nothing about it.

"I'm talking about the punch your lousy cat threw at my sister!"

The girls thought for a moment, and one of them, the blonde one, broke the silence:

"Cats can't throw punches, silly."

"OH, MY GOD!! I'mma chop your empty head off!" Hunter yelled in rage and tried to walk up to them, but the school bell rang, and all the students started to run for their freedom. That way, Hunter's movement was interrupted.

"Please, calm down. I'm begging you. Let's talk about this in my office." The teacher suggested, but Hunter didn't even move an inch where she stood. She sure would turn those bitches 'slap maniacs' if they weren't at the school and were of legal age. Even Colin could assume that.

"Enough. Please, let's go. You're embarrassing me." Her sister begged her silently, but Hunter didn't reply or move. Instead, she stood there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, like a rock in a raging river. It was such an impressive pose that Colin could not take his eyes off her for a moment.

When the students vacated the hallway in seconds, the group was still there, and Hunter was ready to continue to fight as before.

"Just admit your quilt already, girls," Hunter suggested calmly. "I promise I won't hurt your pretty nails."

None of them spoke.

"We didn't do anything. Right, Lilly? Tell her." The redhead broke silence this time. It was clear from the timbre of her voice that they were putting pressure on Lilly.

"Y-Yeah, it's true. They didn't do anything to me. I just fell from a tree when I tried to save Wandle. Now, please, let's go. I'm hurt."

Hunter listened to her sister carefully and then -never wanted to but- decided to let it go. But of course, from now on, she would keep an eye on these three bully.

God... How long have they been using my sister like this? She thought in frustration. Why didn't I realize sooner? Also, they were only sixteen-seventeen. How can they be so cruel?

"Okay, Lily. I believe you. But if I see you like this again..."

Hunter threw dead glares at those three and continued, "I swear to God, I do what I gotta do."

The girls trembled with fear, knowing what Hunter was capable of, but they held their heads high and approved her. And Hunter's tantrum safely ended there.

"Good."

When the teacher and the girls almost ran away, Hunter hushed for a while. She was still taking deep breaths, trying to control the beast inside her.

"I'm sorry, Abe." Lilly's trembling voice was heard.

"Please don't tell Mom. I know I should've more-"

"Shut up, Lilly!" Hunter interrupted her, shouting. "Just shut your fucking mouth full of lies and go wait outside. I'll talk to you later at home when I calm down."

Lily didn't talk back. Instead, she just clenched her teeth and did what she was told. Her hair, blonde unlike her sister's, resembled a bird's nest from behind.

"Oh, God..."

As she left, Hunter sighed and stayed still for a few minutes. Then she turned around and found Colin right before her. The moment when she needed him the most... he was right there.

"Detective? Hi... What are you doing here?"

She realized her voice sounded fragile and weak but could do nothing.

"I... I just came to talk to a teacher about a case. But I gotta tell you, I didn't expect to see you."

"Yeah, me too."

As Colin watched her uncomfortable little moves, she averted her slightly full eyes. It was embarrassing for her to show her feelings to him again.

He's gonna think that I'm weak. She thought. But it was unnecessary thinking. Cause he hadn't changed his thoughts about her. She was still the strongest to him. Inside and outside.

"I wish it was a beautiful coincidence, but... I must say, though. You are a good sister."

"What?" Hunter blinked a few times in surprise and wondered, has he been watching them this whole time?

"I mean... It was bold of you to take on four people to protect your sister. And you handled it very well for a person with anger issues."

Colin wanted to cheer her up. Cause the tension and sadness around her were heavy that he could sense it.

"I'm not gonna lie. At first, I thought you would end up at the police station again, but you surprised me."

"I surprised myself too..." She giggled numbly.

"I'm sure you heard it often, but your sister doesn't look like you at all."

"Physically, right? Yeah." Hunter replied shortly. Her mind was a mess. She wanted to flee and find a hole to bury her miserable head like a fucking ostrich.

"She looked so angry when she left. Will she be okay? Not gonna check her?"

"Nah..." Hunter was so upset for scolding her, but what was done was done. "I... I don't think she wants to see me for a while."

"Why is that?" Colin asked like he didn't know the reason (like he didn't watch the whole scene). Basically, he did it to get her to talk. And it worked.

"I got mad at a couple of... girls." Hunter breathed to calm a little. "And I snapped at her, broke her heart badly. Well... I'm a hothead. Most of the time, I react without thinking and always regret things I did afterward. And I messed up this time too."

Colin was listening intently, trying to make sense of her every move. Hunter was a bit complicated woman.

"I guess... I wanted her to be tough like me at some point. I wanted her to be strong, confident, and even shady. That's why I'm outraged to see her beaten up by a bunch of Britney Spears wannabes."

Colin nodded to show that he understood her.

"I was very different from my sister in high school. Some said I was a bully too… but that's not the point."

No, that's the point. She thought. She was totally screwed up on this.

"I just... You know... I just wanted her to be strong. That's all."

She wanted to smile a little, but the lump in her throat didn't let her. Cause... Even if she's here for Lilly, her bad high school memories and triggered things were suffocating her again. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape. It was just too much for her, and just in seconds, tears gathered in her eyes and blurred her sight.

"Can I..."

When she held up her arms a little, Colin understood the assignment, quickly pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly. It was her relief moment cause the hug was precisely the same hug she had dreamed of.

So close, tight, warm, and full of intimacy...

"It's okay..." He whispered in her left ear with a low, reassuring voice. "It's okay to break your character sometimes."

Hunter felt safe when he patted her softly on the back.

"You've been trying to stay strong for a long time, right?"

As Hunter nodded, her tears fell on Colin's shoulder silently. She couldn't even remember the last time she had cried. It was a long ass time ago.

"Shhh... It's okay. I understand what you feel."

She couldn't help but let out a sigh. His low voice was just... so calming and soothing.

Ah... What has this man done to me? She thought.

How could he make me feel so good? With just a hug...

Hunter concluded that hugging was better than any migraine medicine.

"It felt so good."

She then responded to his hug with a pat on his back and gently whispered into his ear:

“Thank you.”

( Part 1 ) // ( Part 2 )

Thank you for reading! 💗

I finally decide the length of this series. I'm planning to write 8 chapters in total. I wrote a lot of lines for this fic, so I'm a bit nervous. I wanna use every line. I hope it turns out well. 🙏

Please feel free to leave comments. They give me the motivation to write. And also, remember to leave a like. 😋💫

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[vctrvn-ls]

ranking of the betababies + 6 guests

les gooooo

I SWEAR TO GOD IF SOMEONE COMES AT ME I WONT BE ABLE TO DEFEND MYSELF AHAHAHAHAHA….so plz don’t 💀

@kennysboxergf tanku for tagging me ☺️

11. Gib

uuhh yeeh not my type. ahaha I’m sorry guys someone has to go last! in my defense I barely watch him like at all and I haven’t seen him more than like twice w the BetaSquad and I’ve seen him once in the sidemen so I really don’t know anything ab this guy…

10. Darkest

alr plz don’t come at me, ik he’s gone mad up here but I j don’t rlly see it, he’s super funny and I like him but w everyone else that I’m rating he’s gonna have to be 10th sadly…

9. Johnny

guys he’s mad fine 😔 mad mad fine, but I have to put him here, cause charisma counts for me, it rlly does and like…idrk how to feel. don’t come at me guysss ik he’s v slay, I love him. But 9 is the place.

8. Chunkz

a little low? maybe, maybe. I like me a big boy, but again w everyone else he gon have to go here gurl, v v sadly but still. I love Chunky tho. he looks rlly good in white/gray colors like fr, I also love it when he wears beige like the suit he wore a month ago.

7. Deji

I’ve been watching the Sidy Sides more and more recently aaaand-HEAR ME OUT, he kinda u know (heehee) he kinda fine. Plus he’s so funny, like he’s got MY little sister humor , maybe that’s why I like him sm. Like actually guys when he’s j sitting there and not screaming he looks rlly good.

6. AJ

I’m not gon lie he’s only low bc of the others, IK THIS IS MY CONSTANT EXCUSE BUT GUYS srsly, like he’s super yummy and idec that he’s short, but he’s still a little…low 😭

5. Filly

Now this is where it gets interesting, my top five are v interesting. Filly is so so soooo fine in my opinion. Charisma, face, body like I’ll close my eyes on the height part but I can’t even complain cause he’s still a lot taller than me. Like acc when I first saw him I was like “FINE FINE FINEEE!!!”

4. Sharky

Yeeee the ladies man. Honestly when I first started watching the BetaSquad I didn’t even like pay much attention to him ahaha it’s sad Ik, but now I acc see him. He is soooooo fffiinnneeeeee!!!! I luv u Sharky btw (putting that out there)

3. Harry Pinero

Now now now. “Lisa why is this fossil so high up on your list?” Guys I have a response. I rlly like his face. That’s it. Also I just DONT GET the hairline joke, like yes ok the sides are a little pushed back but why everyone pissing themselves over it? Like Id bully smth else other than his hair. Idk maybe it looks worse irl but to me I see nothin. Also do I even have to mention how funny he is?? Like ye he a menace on dating shows but that’s j for YouTube, for real I feel like he’s super chill and acc genuinely super fucking funny. And fine…a little old…but fineeee

2. Kenny

Uummm he’s the man of my dreams honestly. Good style, super hot, hot, very hot and did I mention hot? Like when I see a photo of him my phone just magically disappears into my left hand while my right hand just…uh…goes to do it’s own thing. I mean I post Kenny edits 24/7 because HE FINE FINE.

1. Niko

Are we surprised? Haha. No. Nikos leng. Mad. Fucking. Leng. Like if I ever see him irl ppl are LITERALLY gonna have to hold me back. Despite me switching (or trying) to a Kenny girly Niko will forever be in my heart (I’m still sad ab the gf now that it’s official) he’s tall, good face, good curly hair, long ass fingers, big ass hands (auntie walk but that okkaaaayy!!!! It’s cause he got a big booottyyy!!!! It’s gooooooood!!!!!)

#beta squad #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #king kenny #sharky #youtube

[iheartchv]

Hey, I'm 18, btw. Could I request a COD match-up?

I'm a native Russian speaker . Im learning 5 different languages (Swedish, German, Spanish, Polish, and English). My height is 5"2(156,6/157cm), and i weigh 40kg. Pale and have eyebags. Freezing 24/ Dark blond, short (chin length with blond locs) hair, and i have blue-gray eyes.

Have scoliosis and osteochandrosis, and astigmatism (wearing contact lenses). Give no fucks. Calm and stealthy as fuck (yes, I'm THAT silent that I scare the shit out of my parents. They call me ghost, mhm. ) I'm studying a landscape design in college. I'm a spender.

Energetic at night times only (23:00-06:30 am.) Sleep deprived and have an eating disorder (i HATE eating). Addicted to RedBull. INTJ. I LOVE to listen to music l have my headphones in 24/7. Love drawing (digital only), horror movies. No friends.

Srry for my English.

🤔 I match you with...

Alex Keller

I feel like Alex would be your match

Of course he'd try to be your friend at first

He would probably meet you while he was undercover for a mission

He saw someone following right behind you as soon as you walked by them

He followed, making sure not to raise suspicion to your pursuer

Needless to say he beat the crap out of the thug following you

"You okay there?" He'd ask you

You nodded. "I could've handled it myself though"

"Really?" He'd raise an eye brow and a tiny side smirk on his lips

"Can I walk you home?"

Sure he was getting sidetracked from his main objective, but he couldn't leave you to try and fend off that creep

On the wall home he decided to try to small talk with you, trying to make you feel more at ease

There was something about you that seeemed to pull his thoughts from anything but you

You were in the back of his mind, and couldn't stop thinking about you

He had to see you again, but now was too soon

Instead, he paid for a room nearby to stay in while he was still undercover

For a few weeks or months, he didn't know how long he was going to stay

Alex met you on a subway later on, seeing you with headphones on, listening to music

He sat beside you, wondering how he should approach this...

He tapped you

"Hey"

He put on a small smile

"How are you?"

You pulled an earphone away from one of your ears and were startled but recognized who he was

"Fine. Thanks again for helping me out the other day."

"No problem. What're you listening to?"

He was doing what he could to keep a conversation going between you and him

And the more you talked, the more he was fascinated with you

He handed you a small piece of paper with the number and info for the place he was staying at

"You can call me if you need me anytime"

You tucked the paper in your pocket and thanked him

Well, you didn't call him, but he did come to your rescue when you and many others got held hostage

You couldn't believe that Alex was a military man, undercover

You saw him a different light bow as you saw him in action

Your heart felt warm and fuzzy

And even more so as he held you in his arms, carrying you to safety

After that, you two became close friends, keeping in touch even from across the world

#//hope you like your match ^v^/ #ask #request #call of duty matchup #cod matchup #match up #matchup #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod alex #call of duty alex keller #alex keller #alex x reader #alex keller x reader #iheartchv

[ventresses]

Thanks for tagging me @ithillia 💖

Name: Ventresses

Sign: Cancer ♋️

Time: Roughly 12:15 p.m.

Last Movie: The Phantom Menace. My partner and I got inspired to re-watch it for the first time in years after we watched the Qui Gon Reacts commentary for it (which I highly recommend, btw.) I have to say I did not dislike it as much as I remembered! Aside from a lot of questionable dialogue/writing decisions, and all of the racist stereotype aliens.

Last Show: Re-watching Firefly (plus TCW for writing and meme making purposes)

When I Created This Blog: This summer, when I was deep in Star Wars hyper-fixation to cope with depression and some recent trauma, and I started having ideas for all these text post memes, and the rest is history...

Other Blogs: Sort of- there's my old Tumblr that I made in I think like 2010? Sadly it got zapped years ago for some reason, so I can't access or view anything at all from it, aside from its old side blogs

Do I Get Asks/May You Ask Me Something: Pretty much exclusively just from pornbots lol. But yes anyone can ask me something 🤗

Average Hours of Sleep: Roughly 8 or 9, though my body doesn't seem to realize it

Instruments: I played electric bass for quite a while! But I had a hard time practicing consistently bc ADHD, and once the friends I played in bands with moved or drifted apart, it wasn’t as fun playing on my own. I picked it up again for a while but can't anymore bc my joints suck.

What I’m Wearing: Gray joggers, black tank top, house sandals, and a rag towel clipped around my neck like a cape (doing my hair color right now)

Dream Job: My dream job is not to have to work in order to exist, abolish capitalism 🔥🏴 but aside from that, I guess something I can do with my chronic illness and that pays enough that I can donate lots of money to all the causes that I care about

As usual I feel too lazy/shy to pick out people to tag, so if you see this and you want to do it, please go for it! (And tag me so I can see it) 🤗

#tag game

[railingsofsorrow]

i'm still a believer (but I don't know why)

[regulus black × james potter]

summary: the one where regulus black sees wolfstar kissing in the astronomy tower and freaks out, but not because he's seeing his brother kissing a boy but because that boy is the one he's been crushing on for a long time. remus lupin. why did it have to be remus lupin?

pairings: slightly regulus × remus; mentions of sirius black × remus lupin; james potter × regulus black.

w.c: 1.7K

warnings/content: angst; thunderstorms; making out; cursing.

first installment of the mirrorball series

a part of “the taylor swift anthology”

[chapter two; chapter three]

A/N: i'm just feeding my jegulus obsession alright? this was my best friend's idea btw. i love her mind.

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The greenhouse was the last place James Potter wanted to be in today. Not because he hates it, no. He actually quite enjoys herbology class, it is interesting. He admits that only when Lily is around though. But today, it was raining knives out and it took a ten-minute walk from where James was to reach the greenhouse. He still had Quidditch practice for Merlin's sake, why was he even going there? It's not like anyone forced him to! 

As much as Remus would throw in his face that he had a hero complex going on, he'd settle for believing he was simply a good person. James couldn't bear to see someone crying and not approach to try to even out the situation. Maybe bring a smile to the person's face.  

Who wouldn't slip a smile whenever James Potter was around? He was completely sunshine in a human being's body.  

He has a heart of gold as Lupin would describe. It can fit more than you can imagine in there. All the goodness in the world is probably shoved up in his chest.  

That is why James was running after Regulus Black, getting drenched in the pouring rain as the Black boy reached the greenhouse and stormed in.  

Regulus didn't realize James was behind him until his voice spoke up.  

“Regulus,” James called out, causing the raven-haired boy to turn around startled. Regulus surprised expression quickly morphed into a cold glare.  

“What.”  

What indeed. What were you doing there, James? 

“Why'd you run off?” James gulped down his nervousness, trying to sound more sure of himself. He never knew why but whenever Regulus was around his confidence would drop minus seventy percent. It was concerning.  

“Why did you run after me?” Regulus snapped, plucking out a lily flower from one of the vases.  

“It's bloody storming outside. You could've slipped!”  

Cold gray eyes stared at James' hazel ones as if it could burn into his soul. “So?” Regulus frowned, plucking out another lily. James winced. He doesn't know why. “Is that why you came after me? To prevent me from slipping and making a fool out of myself? It's not like I've been doing exactly that for a year now.” The last part was a mere whisper. But James heard it. There were only two people inside the greenhouse. The glass caused a bit of an echo through the storm outside. Regulus' voice sounded scarier than it actually was.  

“You're not a fool,” James' said, forehead creasing in thought. He wanted to figure out why Regulus would storm out like that. But the truth was right on his face. He had been just too damn thick to not see it sooner. Much like he did not realize Sirius feelings for Remus during all the longing looks and jealous glares he'd send every person that would remotely touch their Moony. Yes, James Potter was a bit oblivious in the romance department. As good as he was in Quidditch, he was just as bad at realising stuff right in front of him. Maybe it was the Potter bad-eyesight gene. He should've realized the redness around Regulus Black's cheeks every time he was having a study section with Remus Lupin was not from cold but from blushing.  

Regulus was blushing because of Remus.  

James' mind was a whirlwind of past encounters. He guessed his Moony friend really was the Casanova of Griffyndor, wasn't he?  

“We can't really help who we fancy, Reg—” Sending an exasperated look in James' direction, Regulus turned away with a groan right after.  

“Do not psychoanalyze me, Potter—” 

“Psychic what?” That was the longest and most difficult word James has heard all of his life. Blacks and their damn pureblood etiquette. “Look, I'm just trying to help you.”  

“Who said I needed your help?” Regulus snapped again, walking towards James as if he was going to strike him. “You come here in all your glory of saviour and then what? You don't even know what is going on!” 

“Because you won't let me, Regulus!” 

Silence overthrows their shouting match into soft tones.  

“Why won't you let me?” James asked helplessly. He has tried to approach Regulus before. But it was to no use; he just wouldn't budge. Hell, even Peter was someone Regulus could hold a five-second conversation with. Why not James? What's wrong with James? 

When Regulus turned his back on him, James sighed frustrated.  

“You're stupid, you know? If you think he would notice anything and confess first, then you're just nuts, that's what you are.” James didn't let Regulus talk, so the raven-haired Black simply pressed his lips together. “Remus values friendship more than anything. So much that when he knew he fancied Sirius, what do you think he did? Huh? He shrank that into his chest as if it could disappear. But that's not what it does. It breaks you. It swallows you. Until you can't breathe anymore.”  

The youngest Black stood quiet, staring at James. There was a curious glint in his gray eyes.  

“With Sirius, it was the same thing. And I still think he fell first. Perhaps, I didn't realize it before. But since the first moment Padfoot put his eyes on Moony... Something happened. His eyes were more alive whenever Remus was around. Whenever Remus is around. That hasn't changed.” James meets Regulus' sharp gaze. “That isn't going to change. So, you have to move on. I'm not saying this as Sirius' best friend, I'm saying this as your friend, which I'm trying to be here. They love each other, there is no space for anyone else. At least not now. Please, Reg. You deserve better than someone that isn't fully there for you, alright?”  

And it was the truth: Regulus had yet to see James until that moment. Until those words spurted out of his lips. Kind and pure words of concern over him. No one had ever said something like that—so caring—to Regulus.  

“Why?”  

James tilted his head. He looks exactly like a lost puppy, thought Regulus and he mentally scoffed.  

“Why what, Reg?” 

Reg.  

It was different from 'Reggie', which was what Remus would call him.  

Why was he even delaying on this? 

“Why would you say that I deserve better?” Regulus stood in front of James, scrutinizing him with his eyes. James took a sharp intake of breath, feet retracting to get some space on their own. “We barely know each other.”  

“And whose fault is that?” James found himself blurting out, shakily with their proximity.  

“As far as I know you're not very fond of Slytherins, Potter...” 

“Bullshit!”  

Regulus' eyebrow twitched slightly, “Really?”  

James scoffed, taking a step back cautiously. “Might be true that I don't like some of your... friends,” Regulus scowled at him, “But I never argued with you, did I? I even tried once... You just never gave me a chance.” A chance to what? Become friends? With Regulus Black? Is that what you wanted, James? 

How exactly would that work? 

“You have your chance now,” Regulus said lowly, studying James with something he couldn't figure out. Slightly terrifying. James never knew what Regulus was thinking. He looked a lot like Sirius but acted completely different.  

James' breath hitched when Regulus touched his tie, adjusting it as if it was nothing.  

“What then, James?” James? He- he never called me James... “What are you gonna do so we can be friends?” Their breathing was mixing together and James simply couldn't move. His limps were glued and Regulus was smirking.  

When the expected rejection didn't arrive, Regulus crashed his lips on Potter's.  

Of anything James could think at that moment, the only thought that echoed in his mind was how could someone act so cold yet their lips be so warm and soft? 

James didn't realize the movements his body made in response to the kiss, but his hand gripped the back of Regulus' neck as if his life depended on it. Their lips weren't in sync at first because James had no idea what was happening. Until his brain shortcuts and every limb in his body moved on its own.  

Regulus' ego might have burst at that, but he would never ever in a million centuries admit that out loud.  

Why in Merlin's name am I kissing James Potter? His mind yelled. He promptly ignored it.  

A loud noise of crashing made both break apart startled. That was the minute James' brain turned back on.  

“What...” James begins, breath failing slightly. Regulus took his breath away. Literally. “I--” 

“It stopped raining,” Regulus commented, studying the sky through the glassed windows of the greenhouse — it wasn't completely sunny but the heavy thunderstorm had stopped. It was possible to walk back without getting drenched now. “Safe for you to go now, Potter. Your made-of-sugar-body won't be destroyed.”  

“Where do you think you're going?” James grabbed his forearm, making Regulus tense. “What was that?”  

“That was the weather coming alive again. Are you familiar with rain, James? The act of condensed water that forms clouds and then droplets—”  

“Reg!” James stomped. Stomped his foot on the ground. And Regulus couldn't keep the laugh roaming inside him. James turned red in frustration. “You just- just-did that!”  

Regulus sighed, “You need me to explain what a kiss is too? I thought your Lily flower taught you that...” 

Oh.  

Oh.  

Lily.  

He had a date with Lily this weekend and he had kissed Regulus Black! 

No. Regulus had kissed him. Definitely not the other way around.  

“It is hurting your brain to think hard, Potter?” 

“If you don't shut up—” 

“Unless you'd like me to shut you up, again...”  

James huffed, “You're just using me to make yourself feel better, Black! Remus doesn't reciprocate your feelings so by snogging your brother's best friend— what does that accomplish, exactly?” James snapped, narrowing Regulus down as he stepped closer. The youngest Black tensed. “Making Sirius be slightly mad at me or even farther from you?”  

Regulus would give Potter five points for considerating this through. He hadn't thought James was possible to have a single cruel bone in his body, but this had been just...  

No. Potter would not get to you. Do you hear yourself? You're better than this. Regulus subconscious grumbled.  

“Try explain to him why you kissed me back then,” Regulus smirked, looking him up-down. By the way James clenched his jaw he knew he had the upper hand again. “And why, deep down, you'd like to do it again.” The last part was a whisper; one that would hunt James Potter's dreams for the rest of the semester.  

Regulus walked out of the greenhouse with his ego trumping but a still broken heart. It was better than nothing, right?  

He had lost something that night, but perhaps it wasn't so bad. He had gained another even if he didn't realize it at that moment.  

#james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #james potter x regulus black #angst #first kiss #mirrorball series #the taylor swift anthology

[lilac-liliales]

Daphne Blackwell

Name

The etymology comes from Greek, daphnē: Daphne was a river nymph in Greek Mythology, turned into the eponymous laurel tree by her father in order to escape the pursuit of Apollo [1]. The laurel is a shrub that was traditionally used to weave wreaths and crowns that were symbols of victory in the sporting events of Ancient Greece. Today, laurel is synonymous with achievement, and a laureate is one who an award or achievement is bestowed upon. The god Apollo is often depicted wearing laurel on his head, and notably also is Roman general Julius Caesar and the notorious French general Napoleon Bonaparte. [2]

The laurel as a symbol works perfectly because it aligns with her colors, too.

Blackwell's surname derived from Old English blæc meaning "black" and well meaning "well, spring, water hole". This is to indicate that she is a source of darkness, where black water sprouts and floods the world.

Character Design

I inspired her eyes in Roxana Agriche (The Way to Protect the Female Lead’s Older Brother). I think her eyes are the perfect sort for an evil, competent beauty! I edited these myself btw, but they are cropped directly from the manhua’s illustrations.

Even if Daphne (M.) is Maedryn’s exact replica, I wanted to highlight the odds against them through character design. That’s why Daphne has long, curly white hair: long - elegant - in contrast with her mother’s shorter - practical - cut. This is a subtle rebellion in styling choices and overall presence, and the difference between their villainous vision.

Daphne’s white hair contrasts with her mother’s dark but graying hairline. The color symbolizes a sagacity beyond Daphne’s years, even beyond her own mother’s, and is proof of Maedryn’s influence on Daphne: I think Marie Antoinette Syndrome would become essential in Daphne’s deviation from her mother’s guidance, considering Maedryn’s expectations - pressure - on Daphne. It’s realistic, thinking that Maedryn’s ‘tutelage’ was what twisted her own reflection into a an unruly individual.

Portraits

These are the Picrews I used for the portraits! I don’t recall clear descriptions of the characters, so this will have to do.

綺麗な人に見下されたい｜Picrew (196772) - Daphne Blackwell in the flesh! I think the green / white palette helps to convey the image of a serpent beneath the flowers. She wears something flowing and majestic, to highlight her might and glory. She hates the boring and unremarkable. She’s a leader, and her highest stats are Evil, Competence and Style! A dark figure looming over a burning city, as faceless hordes rampage through it. “Tomorrow... the universe,” it whispers.

在庫処分｜Picrew (69653) - I recall she used a dress and braids in her introduction, so my first visualization was Princess Leia (Star Wars). Further into the story, while she acts as a villain, she undergoes a subtle transformation involving canines and claws, and dresses the part. Kinistra appears too little in my play-through, however she’s still remarkable. She looks stunning all the time.  “Since the moment I saw her in the dungeons, I felt the spark. I think Kinistra might be the one. My nemesis.”

武天式（ﾂﾖ）女メーカー｜Picrew (1532707) - Maedryn the Quantum-Witch. I considered my previous post on the matter and really relied on the color green. “She’s certainly well known, but I’ve lived my whole life in her shadow. I’m going to be my own villain, and she’s gonna know it.”

Lobotomy キャラクターmaker(ver.バトル)｜Picrew (234517) - I always imagined him as a brown-haired / red head with short temperature and a shorter fuse. He makes me think of Syndrome (The Incredibles) and Doc Ock (The Spectacular Spider-Man): her’s a nerd motivated by envious bile and sheer willpower. So much potential! “Aurion really does his homework. If he weren’t so likely to betray me, he would make a good minion.”

うちの子キメラメーカー｜Picrew (19771) - Phil, the most normal of the bunch. What an evil, hedonistic slob, but at least he’s pretty and rich. Sometimes he’s a good friend, even. Yes, I did gave him a beauty mark. Kevin the Receptionist (Ghostbusters: Answer the Call) vibes. “ [...] The most perfect young man you’ve ever seen, with the build (and wearing the elegant white drapery) of a classical statue. [...] He seems so appealing. Harmless, even.”

生きてる｜Picrew (34800) - Xi. I don’t have much on them. They’re just so hard to picture. I see them as an unholy mix between All For One & Kurogiri (My Hero Academy) Have some relatable Pinterest memes from the later that are TOTALLY a reflection of our favorite RA. “Do you dream, Xi?”

#grand academy for future villains #katherine nehring #GAfFV #grand academy ii: attack of the sequel #GAII:AofS #GAII #GA2 #daphne blackwell #my oc #original character #choice of games #cog #thoughts #my thoughts #headcanon #roxana agriche #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #princess leia #leia organa #star wars #syndrome #the incredibles #doc ock #spectacular spider man #kevin the receptionist #ghostbusters: answer the call #all for one #kurogiri #boku no hero #bnha

[kazubnnys]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day :) Can I request a starry night matchup please?

preferred name: Dawn

pronouns: she/they

mbti + personality: infp, i’m pretty down to earth, if not a bit emotional. I’m pretty quiet because I’m usually lost in my own head– I still think I’m a pretty good listener when it counts though. I’m usually nervous to do something new but with some encouragement then I’ll go for it.

sexuality: bisexual

love language: quality time or touch

anime/game i’m requesting for: genshin

three fun facts about myself: 

I did ballet for about four years before I decided to stop. I’m still super flexible though, but I never really had the ballerina strength that you’ll see in performances.

I love long car rides, they’re my favorite thing in the world. Just listening to some music while daydreaming and looking out the window– yes.

Art and writing is my calling. I love drawing, even if I’m not an absolute pro at it yet, and I love creative writing and creating fantasy worlds and characters.

favorite song: body and mind by girl in red

favorite color: olive green

physical appearance: I have brown hair that goes to my shoulders and I wear my rectangle glasses when I absolutely have to because I despise wearing them. I’m 5’6 and lean, sometimes I feel like my limbs are just awkwardly hanging there though. I have blue/gray eyes and I get freckles in the summer which I love.

favorite constellation: sagitta

favorite dessert/snack to munch on while on a date: strawberries with some sort of sandwich sounds nice

Thank you! I think your blog looks really pretty btw :)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  a star falls from the sky and your pair is decided… enjoy your starry night with…

♡ yoimiya!

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- song playing currently!

╰┈➤ ❝ [ meteor shower by : cavetown ] ❞ 

» i don't know why but this pair comforts me a lot. like, i feel as though it'd be the "talks a lot" and "listens" dynamic?? » so much comfort. yoimiya will literally always make sure to spend time with you. she's always taking you from place to place, fawning over you, and making sure that you're having the time of your life. » she'd literally always encourage you, making sure you know just how special you are- and unknowingly you'd probably reassure her too, just through the smallest of your actions! » she just seems like someone who would give a lot of love out to her partner. like, if there's something you enjoy she's making sure she does it with you. no matter whether she herself is a big fan of it, you like it? cool, she likes it now too. buuuut, she will make sure you do things she enjoys as well! (which means more time spent with her :) )

as for your date scenario. . .

so, you've been in art block for quite some time now and it's not exactly a fun feeling. you're listening to yoimiya tell you about her day, but she realizes that something might be upsetting her precious partner!!

so, she puts it all on pause to make sure you're alright, asking you about what it is that's bothering you...encouraging you to open up to her about what it is that's giving you a problem (which is, your art block)

she hears you out then thinks for a little, eventually grinning like an idiot. you're curious now. she shares the plan she's cooked up which is....

a firework spectacle!

she claims that she's going to put on a firework show just for you since fireworks usually calm her, she thinks perhaps it can work for you too! giving you some inspiration to cure your art block!

you agree, because why not. and it's really cute. she takes a little to prep and you set up your supplies atop a hill, ready to gain some inspo and yeah :)

so essentially, a firework spectacle by yoimiya for you :)

(with lots of hugs and little kisses)

this makes me feel so warm for no apparent reason...i hope you're having a good day/night and tysm for requesting!!

and tsym, sorry this took so long T^T

#— starry night #matchups #genshin impact #genshin impact matches #yoimiya #genshin yoimiya

[ahiijny]

my initial thoughts on Everything Everywhere All at Once

tl;dr banger film go watch

anyway spoilers below, be warned!

ok so my family wanted to go see a film and this was the only title I recognized from the list so I chose this one!

I did have a bit of foreknowledge about the film going into it:

some ppl I follow seemed to really like it

apparently it's really weird?

starring some Chinese actors

I saw that one fanny pack clip from the post with the scene analysis

also the lady apparently gets hot dogs for fingers at some point (???)

something something parallel universes

okay! so we ate some dinner and went out to catch the 10:05pm show

after like 15 minutes of ads, it finally started!

They're speaking Mandarin, woooo!!! I thought my mom would appreciate this (I was watching with my mom and two brothers; my sister was at a friend's place so she wasn't there. She should watch it tho it's gooood)

I did notice a slight accent in the Mandarin. My mom pointed out that most of the actors have Cantonese names, so this is probably why. The speaking was really good though, way more fluent than I could possibly hope to achieve lol

Also Evelyn and Waymond did that thing where they switched between Chinese and English a lot. i.e. speaking a bunch of sentences and then just randomly switching to the other language. And also some sentences are completely in Chinese, except for a couple of specific English words (e.g. "laundromat") substituted in. My parents do that a lot too!!! It was fairly common with Chinese friends who actually knew Chinese, too. e.g. "妈，我现在在mall了" c:

For some reason I thought they were owners of a restaurant. But oh okay, it's a laundromat, that makes sense too

Gay let’s goooooo

Okay when Evelyn mixed up the pronouns for Becky I was like “omg mormy this you” because my mom actually does that a lot!!! In Chinese he (他) and she (她) are both pronounced “ta” and so my mom sometimes (not often, just occasionally!) accidentally calls my brothers “she” or my sister “he”. And she always goes on the exact same line about ��it sounds the same in Chinese” too! it’s her fr fr

When the granddad was like "your Chinese gets worse every day" to Joy I felt so called out lmaooooo. 我的中文很差 she’s me fr 😭😭😭😭😭

btw 公公 (gong gong) or the more formal 外公 (wai gong) mean maternal grandfather, but these are more commonly used in the South. Where my parents are from, I’m more familiar with 老爷 (lao ye) and 老奶 (lao nai) to refer to my mother’s parents.

Also interesting that the granddad speaks Cantonese but Evelyn and Waymond speak Mandarin.

That old guy with the gray hair in the laundromat is wayyyy too touchy feely with Evelyn kinda sussy if you ask me (maybe im just being paranoid)

Calling that lady big nose kinda r00d doncha think o.o

When he was going on about the “Alphaverse” in the elevator my thoughts immediately went to a different kinda of verse involving specific greek letters but dont worry about that

The broom closet ending is my favourite

Wait are they committing tax fraud???

tbh I side with Evenlyn here taxes are way more important than whatever mumbo jumbo universe stuff this AU Waymond is talking about (help)

That’s uh. That’s an interesting shaped trophy. Huh. Huh. 👀 (”Anal” get it haha)

Oh, the fanny pack scene. Okay from the clip on the tumblr I got the impression that these security guards were some villainous force about to apprehend our heroes and Waymond did a MVP to save their asses. But no actually this is completely our MCs fault Evelyn lowkey (highkey) punched an old lady in the face completely unprovoked and then Waymond somehow escalated the situation and made it worse instead of just deescalating and apologizing lmaoooo. You couldn’t have picked a worse time to jump in here???  help

(insert curse of balal joke here) COMMUNICATION PLS

Okay the verse jumping thing is pretty cooool, and the low-probability thing to activate a different life branching line thingy is also cool! The branching is cool, the fancy phone app thing is cool, I actually really love graph theory! like. Thinking about all the different branches your life could have taken. I wanna see more of this!!!

Okay and the thing where Alpha Waymond is actually still in a truck in the Alphaverse while trying to do things in this verse kinda gave me the Matrix vibes very cool very cool

//srs ok but fr the talk about divorce in the van um. it kinda hit hard? irl my parents are kinda going through a rough phase and it doesn’t seem to be getting better and I hope really hope they don’t divorce but um. yeah. kinda almost started crying, barely held myself back

IS THAT A FUCKING DILDO

“You have the most potential because you are the greatest failure out of all possible Evelyns” wow um. you couldn’t have phrased that a bit better lmao

WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN

wtf do not swing ur doggo around like that he is not a weapon

I am trying not to cry while watching a grown woman trying to stop two grown men from jamming butt plugs up their asses (this makes sense in context) dsgfhdsghgfhgdhjjoij

When everything splintered even more they showed so many different Evelyns I was like ‘holy hell how long did it take to get all these different costumes’ and each individual one only showed for like a single frame. wow

They almost got me with the fakeout “the end” and premature end credits but I watched Chronicles of the Going Home Club and also I know this movie has three parts you won’t get me that easily

I love the rocks scene. Very avant-garde, and a nice little resting point in the middle of such a breakneck pace movie.

“Most universes are like this.” No life, just sand, just rocks. Daaaam.

The everything bagel. The dark circle (like on the tax papers as well). I feel like this is a metaphor for a certain thing 😥 ono. If it’s that, then this is suddenly even more heavy.

I have no idea what Waymond is saying to keep getting Evelyn off the hook with the tax people but honestly MVP. even non-Alphaverse Waymond is really a great person

Okay but running after the truck like that is just inefficient, you’ve got 2 sets of legs, but you’re wasting a good chunk of energy on unnecessarily hoisting an entire adult body off the ground. I know this is funny and all but also it’s inefficient and you’ll never get your raccoon friend back like this pls optimize more sdljkjgldgjdh

I am told that the piano keys pressed by the feet do not actually correspond with the musical notes heard

Okay but the “this is awkward” by Joy just makes it more real and this is actually really feels but im really glad they made up

GIRLFRIEND. (in Cantonese). YES.

(btw I don’t know any Cantonese so I have no idea how their pronunciation is so I’m just going to assume it’s great)

Wow part 3 is short

Okay, overall, I really enjoyed watching this movie! A solid 9.1/10!

When they said “everything” in the title, they really meant it lol. I really went through the full gamut of emotions while watching this movie, sometimes all at once! More mood whiplash than Symphogear episode 1! (some people may think this is a bad thing but honestly I don’t mind it lol)

The parallel universe stuff also really reminds me of Qualia the Purple, which was similarly mind-screwy. I love that series too.

It’s not perfect, because there are a lot of frustrating parts of the movie that could’ve been avoided if Alphaverse Waymond just explained things better, or if people actually communicated properly! Also I got severe secondhand cringe/embarrassment/social anxiety just seeing that whole situation in the IRS office and how they kept digging themselves into a deeper grave by assaulting various peoples. Imagine if the multiverse people suddenly dropped all contact and now mainverse Evelyn and Waymond have to explain all this to the authorities??? im horrified just by the thought of it fjlsjgfldjgkdflg

Also the Alphaverse Waymond explanations are interesting but honestly he could not have picked a worse time lmao. The whole time he was explaining stuff in the broom closet my mind was honestly going “ok this is interesting but the taxes pls tell me they’re going to figure out the taxes???” (as you may be able to tell I’m a boring adult dsfkjlgfdgjfg)

This is like me watching Squid Game and going “oh no, but what about the (illegal) organs” bc the TASK you know what I mean??? isjgdofidjf

And the whole thing about how Gong Gong was planning on killing his granddaughter. “she can’t be reasoned with” no you didn’t try hard enough try harder. This is probably a relevant allegory in and of itself; a breakdown in communications.

Closing Thoughts

Okay but nitpicks aside I actually did overall quite enjoy this film. I can see how this might be the film for everyone, though. My interests are very specific and this ended up hitting all the right buttons for me, but this might not be the case for everyone.

My older brother enjoyed it somewhat, gave it a 8/10. He seemed particularly interested in the bagel stuff, and kept prompting discussions about it afterwards lol. My mom didn’t like it as much. She did really enjoy the mother-daughter and other family stuff because that was real and relatable, but she didn’t seem to be as into the sci-fi or fighting stuff. She did find the scenes with the tax lady funny though, because she said she does have to do the taxes every year. When I asked her for a rating, she said it was half/half, gave it a 5/10. My little brother said he didn’t really like it, gave it a 3.3/10 at best. (But that’s fine, he didn’t like Symphogear either, so I guess our tastes just don’t really align that much 😅)

We did see the Shang-Chi movie last year, so I asked my family for their ratings on this movie as well for comparison (since also Chinese actors and relatable ABC stuff). My brothers gave this one a 7/10, but for my mom it was a 4/10.

When the sci-fi verse jumping stuff started coming in in the elevator scene, I thought it would shift from a more personal-scoped story to a broader, universe-threatening type of story. But I do like that it ended up circling on itself and ended up still being a family-scoped kind of story. No need to introduce like. Extra organizations or governments or random extradimensional threads. It works better when everything wraps around to still be related to the family.

This is maybe the reason why I also enjoyed Ryuusei no Rockman 1 more than Ryuusei no Rockman 2. in the first game, many of the newly created antagonists are directly related to Subaru’s close friends and adjacent neighbourhood, so it feels, closer, more personal of a story. The second game had various randos from foreign lands as antagonists, so I felt kinda less emotionally invested in the second game.

Y’know what I mean?

This is also a trap I hope Squid Game doesn’t fall into when season 2 comes out. Sure there’s this ORGANIZATION and BOSSES and CONSPIRACIES going on or whatever, but tbh it’s the family dynamics and interpersonal relationships that really drew me in in the first place, because those aspects were more relatable for me. I’m not as invested in this front man or these rich people doing rich and powerful people things, it’s just not as interesting to me. But maybe that’s just me.

Anyway enough rambling, I liked this movie, it is an EXPERIENCE. Definitely would rewatch. Graph theory verse jumping mechanics are super interesting, might explore these in some fanworks someday c:

Peace.

#eeaao #everything everywhere all at once #long post #ahi's ramblings

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Ok so I did the hcs of what OrangeJuiceVerse Stan and Kyle look like already (here) so now I gotta do the rest of the Star Seven

*Kenny- this guy is littttllllleeee like short king oh my god this poor mf grew up constantly malnourished and never grew taller than 5’5! I’ll write Kenny all across the board appearance wise but ojverse? He’s short. And he OWNS it!!! He’s also my king of fully climbing on everyone physical boundaries are not a thing with him (this is a problem when he meets Craig and Tweek) and he and Stan both have a penchant for hugging people but Kenny is the type to be like “watch if I run at Stan he’ll catch me” “wait no Kenny I’m holding coffee” *catches him* lmfao my beloved Disaster Duo. Kenny’s tiny ass is literally alllllways on Marj.

Sandy blond hair and the style changes CONSTANTLY he’s a MENACE with the scissors, but it’s usually on the long side and YES he grows a beard in his late 20s (this started as a bet with Stan to see who could grow the better one) he 100% braids it and puts glitter and flowers in it smh eccentric icon. Pretty light blue eyes, they look vaguely purple for a few days after he comes back from a death.

He dresses like a damn muppet half the time, and a lot of his clothes are stuff he made himself (artist slay) or found at a thrift store and altered, out here wearing shirts with vulgar sayings, weird clown pants, juicy sweatsuits, obnoxious Hawaiian shirts with leopard print leggings, like this man lives for looking like a weirdo. But the other half of the time he’s in jeans and t shirts, hoodies, and (also artist slay and literally me) so much of what he owns has some kind of paint or bleach stain. His go to “formal” attire is legitimately a floral suit with PRINCESS embroidered on the back.

*Marjorine- my tall goddess! She’s the third tallest of the 7 at 5’11 (Kenny is very into that) and loves to wear heels so she’s really out here towering over the peasants like the QUEEN she is lmao. She also dresses like a BARBIE I’m talkin the pastels that perfectly flatter her coloration, def some seersucker a-line dresses, MONOGRAMMED STUFF bruh they may be from assfucknowherecolorado but this lady dresses like she’s a pageant queen in the Deep South! It very much fits her as the baddest bitch in the mlm meeting (y’all keep her away from that shit frfr) she’s such a sweetie but she’s so damn susceptible to stuff like that oh noooo but then she winds up running the show 💀

She does indeed have the Eye Scar (blind in that eye she can’t legally drive rip) one eye is this pretty disney princess blue and the other is almost white but she looks SO fucking cool and the juxtaposition of her otherwise angelic features with a badass anime protagonist scar is KICKASS! Plussss since she dresses like fuckin Elle Woods but is taller than God just the BAD BITCH VIBES!!!

*CRAIG TUCKER MY DUDE!!! Ok so I believe I said that this mf is whole ass 6’4!!! “Yer a long boi ain’t ya” like bruh he’s so damn lanky whole ass string bean lmfao. I am an enjoyer of the Peruvian Crog hcs, so yep. Really dark black hair and grey eyes, he’s also like super hot??? I’m talking PERFECT skin, the most gorgeous chiseled face he deadass looks like a statue and women are all over him tryna flirt BUT!!! this mf is gayer than a mf picnic basket 😭

He’s seriously so cool looking but if you tell him that he’ll be like ?? It’s so funny bc Stan’s over here like “dude how do you wear a leather jacket without looking like a douchebag” and Craig’s like “idk?? I just do?” smh poor Stan he wants to look cool so bad and and Craig’s the only “cool guy” he knows but he’s not helpful at alllll.

He mostly dresses in dark colors, black, gray, navy, he’s like super hot but he is SUCH a loser!!! (I’m stealing this from my partner btw) one time he was just… walking around the apartment dressed as Spider-Man? And didn’t even acknowledge it? Like Tweek had a migraine and was bedridden and Craig fully just went up to him IN THE SPIDEY SUIT and handed him a jar of pickles “you should eat” Tweek was like “man WHAT are you doing dressed like that?!?” SMH he’s actually an icon

*TWEEK!!!!! Ok so Tweek (I’m projecting y’all know I love an artist character) he doesn’t own a single item of clothing that isn’t stained. And he mostly sticks to earth tones, a lot of green and brown, also let’s talk abt his skin. He has TERRIBLE skin! Cystic acne, he’s blotchy as shit, rosacea, got moles and freckles everywhere, acne on the left side of his chin from throwing up (when he’s in the drankin era) Kyle described him as scrunkly when they met lmfao like twerk is really just one of those little stray cats you see on the street. He’s honestly really cute tho

He’s LITTLE he’s Kenny’s height at 5’5 BUT!!! He’s literally so fuckin strong! Like out of him and crog? Tweek’s the jar opener. He has… actually kicked Stan’s ass at the gym (it was so unserious Stan was being angsty about a birthday and Ky was like “dude go spar Tweek or sum” and Stan has reservations bc he’s like a foot taller than Tweek and so much bigger and then Tweek kicked his ass!) smh they came home from the local planet fitness both smiling so hard and crog and ky were like TF?!?!? Like why are y’all beat up to hell

Tweek has very light blond hair, it’s technically curly but he pulls the hell out of it so it just kinda stands straight out, it literally feels like straw someone get this man some Fuckin conditioner

*Cartman! Ok I stand by him having heterochromia, he’s got one brown eye and one blue, totally thinks it makes him look “awesome and kewl” (it does lowkey) unfortunately he’s actually very attractive until he calls you a slur lmao. His features are literally perfect, he takes care of himself, skincare on point, LISTEN HE IS SO ABSURD about his cocktail of products it’s literally asinine

He’s around 5’9, and fat. Light brown hair that he keeps fairly short and ALWAYS immaculately styled. Like this guy cleans up NICE and u meet him for the first time and are thinking you’re meeting a very friendly lawyer type dude but then you shake his hand and he goes “what’s with the sword earrings, what? You just get off a dnd session?” Lmfao literally I cannot stress enough that he never grows out of being an asshole. He does MOSTLY stop with the truly offensive things though. Mostly. The Fuckwad Jar may have had something to do with it.

#bruhhhh #i am completely insane #out here once again w the #OrangeJuiceVerse #headcanons #this what the homies look like #south park #I am Kenny Kenny is me #also Marj kiss me rn #kenny mccormick #marjorine stotch #craig tucker #tweek tweak #eric cartman #these mfs

[seelestia]

YOU'RE HEREEEEE <3 and dw sweetie life happens and those things are more important <3 no no i SWEAR it's been a month my sense of time is most definitely not warped and yes ofc i missed you wdym ;;;;;

*covers zhongli's ears* 'ancient fossil soul' oh my god 🤣🤣🤣

shjdfhksd oh gosh the angst yes yes bring them all to me omnomnom ah well ultimately it's up to you but i wouldn't mind hearing you ramble hehe ;))

fatui!ayato ohoho the potential for villainery and plot twists!! i'm trying to imagine him in fatui outfit but i can't...

fatui!ayato who lures you in and gets you to fall in love with him with all his gentlemanly ways... and when you realize just who he was, it's already too late for you to turn back. will you let your love drown you or will you try to swim back to the shore? :))

random person: "you know, that haughty yashiro commisioner-"

lia: !!! 👁👁

random person: *gets shivers down their spine* "m-man, sure is chilly today..." *walks away silently*

lia: 🙃

he did.... he did..... kazuha i'm so so sorry lsdflkjsd I ACTUALLY DID FINISH THE 2 ARCHON QUESTS THIS WEEKEND!! and i'm so excited to see al haitham again in 3.1 aaaa

that's awesome!!! h-how did you even get a 250% energy recharge accidentally-

oh that was my brother's build with the 80k meteor lmao my zhongli isn't as awesome hsdlfsjdfhkj but i will get there!!! eventually... hopefully...

i am so soft rn lsjkfdjskldf oh my lia aaaaaaaaaa that was beautiful ;w; so much potential for angst too, imagine you just staring back at him confused like 'do we know each other?' and you are totally right i am so into the 'predestined lover' trope it's the hopeless romantic inside me lol...

YES YES EXACTLY like. it's out of their control so no one can be blamed for it, right? but then what do you do with these anger and sadness and lost promises? hhhh it hurtsssss so gooooood

i think it saw klee holding a bomb and fled but we can pretend it's zhongli who made them run sure lmao /j

i have diluc (who came home at 79 pity instead of zhongli) and c1 qiqi (who came home at 77 pity instead of kazuha)... my luck is rotten as you can tell :D

GO GET YOUR STRAWBERRY TEA!!! i have them too but i haven't touched it since the sampler pack arrived ahah i have so many tea slkdjflksdf

YES, I AM BACKKK! hehe, tyyy, rin jie~ your sense of time is getting rusty like your dear hubby (/j) but i'm glad to know that my chaotic presence is missed :( i missed you sm too! although i know i can just barge into your inbox like a madman anytime 🤫 (/lh)

but the way you covered his ears 😭 i wasn't joking when i said i'm literally hu tao 2.0, so his pretty brown hair would turn gray when i'm around... i'm so not sorry, rin jie. (/j)

eeeeee, okay, okay! maybe not a full-on ramble buuuuut the fic will focus on the influence and differences between social statuses, so i think you can see how these would connect to ayato, noble!reader, and thoma. btw, the tropes in that fic will be a love triangle + unrequited love + right person, wrong time! anddd, my mouth is now zipped until it is finished 👀

is ayato's palette so bright to the point it's kinda difficult to imagine him in an emo clothing??? fatui!ayato's design will take a whole 180° turn from his original blue and white palette but he'll always look majestic no matter what! you and your beautiful writing need to stop coming for me, i swear 😭 if he charms me only to use me, then i think... i might have to save my own heart first <//3 but i don't think i can escape ayato's grasp so easily; what that man wants, he makes sure he achieves it. (omg, he might've been a slytherin, after all??? 👀)

i finished the sumeru archon quests too and i'm kinda excited for what's to come! tho, i'm completing the aranyaka quests and i'm currently on part 3 😭 i swear, aranyaka part 2 exists to advocate back pain but the aranara's are all super adorable !! accidentally because my hp artifacts just happened to roll into lots of energy recharge, help 🤧 it's fun being able to use grandpa's burst so frequently and the petrify effect is sooo 🤌 good luck building him to the best of your abilities, rin jie! maybe you can flex him to us sometimes??? 👀

YESSS, YOU GET ME. after all, it's in a human's nature to find something to blame like transferring the burden of pain from your hands to another's — but in these cases? you have no option but to hold onto this burden and the longer it stays, the longer your hands burn. this is a meeting of minds. the both of us rn 🤝

a child holding a bomb is two terrible signs manifested into one. (/j) but i hope you get to pull more characters that you can try out new playstyles with in the future! alhaitham, maybe 👀 (/j) like personally, i'd definitely prefer a new character than a constellation 😭 but oddly enough, losing the 50/50 actually gives me a sense of security sometimes because yes, guaranteed next !! so, i do this strategy where if i'm on the 50/50, i don't save and instead do a pull every time i can but it has to be on a banner that i'd regret the least! like the thought process of: if i win the 50/50 here? cool, new chara! if i lose? cool, guaranteed for me! this teaches me to be at peace with the 50/50 system + get a new chara or a guaranteed chara! but only if you're on the 50/50 tho, that is the most important part~

#AND TY FOR THE PUSH! i ordered some strawberry and passion fruit tea online yesterday >:) #rin 🤝 lia = tea nerds! fated adoptive cousins and we're proud (/lh) #mwah! wishing rin jie an awesome day 🫂 #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest rin! 💠

[simminglytimeladies]

After digging stuff from the closet for clothes that are no longer useful...

These two are meant to be together.

#bleppingrl #meself #btw these are legit vintage it came from my parents #the skirt was bought by my mom 32 years ago while she bought this short sleeve dress shirt for my dad 21 years ago #yeah they are meant to be together #at first when my ma saw me wearing the shirt she was like 'hey! that's mens clothing' #i know mens clothing and womens clothing fit differently but honestly I dont care as long as I know where to work it #and i love me a flat chest and this works for me <3 #btw yes i did have gray hair #not gonna bother it but i might pick on for some reason