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runningwolf62 · 2 years

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Dirty Paws 16

@wardencommanderrodimiss, @pachelbelsheadcanon

Chapter 16 is here! ... I posted chapter 15 on Tumblr right? Also, a roast of Roddy’s college apartments.

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“Okay writer-boy.” Lang doesn’t even have crutches and he refuses to act at all like he’s been shot, instead he’s dragged the both of them to the front of Larry’s apartment, his hair disheveled, reminding Larry of a pair of dog ears if the dog had been sleeping and only heard something out of one ear, “let’s start at the beginning.”

“God created the universe, and this has largely been considered a bad move.”

“Don’t butcher Douglas Adams at me,” Lang grins though, he’s been grinning this whole time and Larry knows this will be a roast of his new apartment but he doesn’t mind, he’s already seen the punchline that Lang’s building to but honestly he wants to see him get there, like Lang’s revealing the truth of a case, building up to the decisive evidence but instead he’s building up to the proof that Larry’s apartment was designed by an idiot.

“So, we start in the hallway,” Larry begins, where it’s already dark. It’s early enough in the morning that sunlight is coming through the windows Larry hasn’t hung the curtains over yet but down here by the front door it’s dark.

“No, no we start at you deciding this apartment was a good idea.” Lang huffs and snaps his teeth at him playfully, Larry shoves him with a laugh.

He holds one hand up, “okay now hold on. I did tour the apartment-”

“I’m eager to see how you think knowing it looked like this will help your case.”

Larry presses on, ignoring Lang, “but I had a lot going on, between moving into Edgy’s place, dealing with… a lot, trying to scramble to find a job, and all that, so I mostly made sure it wasn’t this cheep because it had cockroaches the size of corgis or ya know, rats, or deadly mold. It seemed fine! I just didn’t realize a few things, alright?”

Lang nods but his grin doesn’t fade, “like say, this hallway, where you wanted to start.” They’re standing at the door, and the hallway extends past the living room, and with the wall and no overhead lights it is definitely cursed.

“They had a light in the living room that shone light in here and I didn’t realize,” Larry defends himself, “sorry it didn’t occur to me that ‘oh maybe they didn’t light the hallway like some kind of heathens’, and I didn’t bother to check.”

Lang huffs at that and starts walking, Larry follows after him and the longer it takes them to get the living room, the funnier it gets.

“Alright, and now we have a somewhat normal floor plan.” Lang surveys it, or what can be seen around the boxes. “Personally, would’ve made this a, uh, counter?”

“I think it’s called a half-partition,” Larry replies as he looks at the kitchen wall Lang gestures to, “and don’t be ridiculous, how would I have a cursed hallway for the shadow demons if I had a fashionable half-partition to let the light out?”

Lang gestures, “we have a comfortable and open living room to the left, and to the right, we have the kitchen area, so far this makes sense, you can almost forgive the hallway.” He turns on his heel, “except for this.”

“You’re not starting with the bathrooms?”

“No, I’m starting with the two bedrooms, at least I assume the other room over here is meant to be a bedroom and not an office of some kind though with this layout I don’t know that even I can deduce the intended layout.”

Larry rolls his eyes, but it’s all good natured, “ha ha.”

Lang claps his hands together, “I personally think it’s wrong to have them both without a bathroom next to them, even worse that it is, in fact-” he whirls now, to point dramatically across the apartment and Larry has to wonder how he’s this awake in the morning, “-is across the apartment!”

“Ah, we’re reaching the dramatic reveal of this case,” Larry notes dryly, Lang gives him a dirty look, his smile catching on his teeth as he shakes his head.

“You’ve been spending too much time with that pretty-boy prosecutor, it’s affecting your humor.” He crosses and you wouldn’t know he’d been shot for how smooth his gait is. Larry simply shrugs and follows after.

Lang opens the door to the bathroom, “I would say I don’t know where to begin, oh but I do.” He gestures not to the shower, but the mirror.

“How did you notice that?” Larry groans, he’d hoped that this would end with the window, that Lang had missed what Larry had missed during the tour but no, it would seem Lang’s observation skills were not lacking.

Lang moves to the mirror, “what, did you want to put something away behind the mirror?” He opens it, or one third of it, and then the middle third, both of them hinged on the right, and grins as he opens the last one, which is hinged on the left.

He doesn’t even need to say anything and Larry’s frankly glad the mirror is open so he can’t see his own face, “alright so the mirror’s uh, got some quirks.”

Lang huffs, “What are you, a father on the brink of divorce to your wife about the new house you’ve moved in together to get a fresh start?”

“If the shadow demons turn out to be real then yes.”

Lang gives one of his barks of laughter, and then gestures to the shower, “and here we can see they just went wild with the windows before the foreman came in to ask how the bathroom was going."

Larry looks over at the wall he’s been trying to avoid looking at and failing because there’s a god damn window in the wall of his shower. Like an actual window, full size.

“Apartments for exhibitionists.” Larry muses, and Lang laughs again, Larry joining in now.

“Okay, I think they had like a… uh, towel rack or something up, so I didn’t see that at all.” He shakes his head and frowns at the window, “Well, I’m gonna need another shower curtain before I get too familiar with the neighbors.”

“So, finish unpacking writer-boy, and we’ll make another shopping list and then the cat.”

“Fortunately, I move enough that I shouldn’t need too much, and I told you, I’m just looking at the cats. Thinking about what it takes to own one. You know.”

“Stripes…”

Larry points at him, “don’t you ‘Stripes’ me.”

They don’t end up at the shelter today, but they do have fun shopping, Larry hasn’t done something like this since college, with Nick, and being playfully roasted for his taste even as Shi-Long helps him find orange curtains has his cheeks sore from how widely he’s been smiling.

He continues his unpacking when they get back, while Shi-Long lays around, occasionally making a quip from the couch while Larry goes through paperwork from various jobs.

“Fuck.”

“You alright?” His head snaps up as Lang drops the phone on his chest and leans his head back.

“My boss wants to talk to me tomorrow.” He curls his lips and lets out a sigh that comes out more of a growl, “I’m going to guess that I won’t like how it goes.” He glances at Larry out of the corner of his eye, “so I’ll be out tomorrow.”

“Just don’t bite them. Unless they deserve it.”

“Kinky.” Shi-Long smirks, and then laughs when Larry flips him off.

Whatever comes of that meeting leaves Shi-Long’s face dark and stormy, and Larry’s content to give him a berth until he settles, slowly stirring into actual conversation and then finally laughing at Larry’s dumb jokes, which makes his chest loosen and his own grin wider.

It’s probably an official discussion of the demotion Shi-Long mentioned, and Larry still thinks that’s stupid but he’s not an Interpol agent, what does he know.

In all his papers Larry finds stuff for, of all things, the damn hotdog stand near Gourdy Lake, which he sets out to get running again. Elise left him some stuff in the will, by which he means there was a lot that Maya had basically forced him to take, saying her mom would want him to have it, and Larry hadn’t had the heart to argue, but he can’t live solely off inheritance and savings.

Plus, if he’s running his own hot dog stand then he can run it when he wants and have some income and not be a literal starving artist.

Despite being shot and demoted, or maybe because of it, Shi-Long is working constantly on something but when Larry asks, he gets cagey and coy, so Larry doesn’t ask again. It’s cool. But he does worry, watching how Shi-Long pours over documents, ones he won’t even tell Larry about it.

Which means it’s not tied to the Alba case, at least Larry thinks that’s what it means.

But all the same, he sets them down when Larry gets his attention, about five days into this weird arrangement.

“What is it writer-boy?”

Larry rolls his eyes fondly and shoves his hands in his coat pockets, “if you’re not too busy, I was thinking of swinging by the shelter?”

Shi-Long smoothly rises from the couch with a grace that would make you’d think he’d never been shot in his life not let alone earlier this week, “I am never too busy to help you get a cat.”

“I am just looking!”

Shi-Long gives him a long look and replies, “Lang Zi says, ‘The timid never reach the land of Truth.’”

Larry huffs out his nose fondly, in truth he finds his friends’ quotes amusing more than anything, especially when he occasionally makes one up (and Shi-Long cannot tell him he doesn’t, unless Lang Zi knew about some real modern stuff and speech patterns) and rolls his eyes. “You know what? Fine. If I get a cat, I give you full permission to say ‘I told you so’, deal?”

“Let me give them their Warrior name.”

“That’s too far.”

The shelter in Los Angeles is huge, at least the one they end up at is. Larry absently wonders why he never thought about getting a job here but discards that thought for the moment. He’s here to look at cats. He can worry about jobs and the future after that.

Maybe while Shi-Long’s in town he can help him finally face down publishing now that Eli- Misty isn’t here to help him. And he needs to. They had a book they were almost finished with.

Shi-Long is staring into a cage with a little brown tabby with white patches named Fawn, who stares back at him with bright amber eyes. Larry takes a look at her and makes a note of her before he moves on. There’s not a lot of people here today, advantage to coming in the middle of the day on a weekday.

“Oh Shi-Long look at this one!”

He lopes over with an easy-going grin, “what you find writer-boy?” He stops when he sees the cat, “oh, a void.”

Sitting there is a little black cat, with bright yellow eyes and a red collar the only proof this isn’t a shadow come to life. He is staring intently at Larry, and while he’s obeying the “no fingers in the cages” sign it is tempting with the way he rises gracefully to his paws to rub against the cage with a rumbling purr.

“Sissel, huh?” Larry asks and the cat turns to him, clearly familiar with his name.

Shi-Long leans into his space to look at the cat, who waves his tail and continues to rub against the bars. “He certainly seems friendly.”

Larry gently bumps his shoulder into him, to get a light shove back, “so what do we think? This one?”

“I think you should ask if you can meet him, Lang-Zi says-“

“I am gonna have them put you in the shelter,” Larry fires back, and Shi-Long is still laughing when Larry calls over a shelter worker to ask if he can meet Sissel.

Sissel is an incredibly sweet cat, oddly quiet, but he quickly hops into Larry’s lap and curls up there as though he belongs there, and happily accepts pets from both Larry and Lang, and some cooing. He was a surrender after his previous owner passed away, and as a result his name is one Larry can’t change, but he responds to it, he’s litterbox trained, used to be handled, and overall, an extremely sweet cat. It is clear the shelter staff love him and want to see him go to a good home.

Larry is happy to be that home.

Shi-Long wanders off to look at the dogs while Larry fills out all the paperwork, making small talk with the shelter staff, a bit of friendly and easy banter, talking about cats and such.

“I noticed your boyfriend is looking at the dogs and just so you’re aware, Sissel does have a history of getting along well with dogs.”

Larry’s brain screeched to a halt the way a derailing train would, mouth parted slightly. On instinct he almost denied it but- You know what, boyfriend was easier than ‘childhood internet friend I met in person for the first time a week ago.’

“Thank you,” he tells her with a smile, and by the time he finishes the paperwork, Shi-Long’s returned, leaning into his personal space to watch him.

On their way home, Shi-Long holds Sissel’s carrier, soothing him the entire drive while Larry drives his old car.

Absently he comments, “I will probably need to run that hot dog stand, for some money. I’ve got a kid to feed now.”

Shi-Long gives one of his barks of laughter, “I can help with that if you want.”

Larry would actually, glancing at Shi-Long out of the corner of his eye as they wait at a red light, to watch him talk in a low rumble to Sissel. Yeah, he’d like Shi-Long’s company.

#Larry Writes Warrior Cats

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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mandowh0re · 3 years

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Pining

Summary: Wanda has had enough of the pining between you and Bucky, and when she accidently reads your thoughts while you're imagining him... You know... She decides to end everyone's suffering and do something about it.

A/N: I made a comment on this tik tok, and everyone actually wanted me to write it. So here you go, I guess? I hope this lived up to everyone's expectations. I also left out the use of Y/N so I’m sorry if that turns you off.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, oral (female receiving).

Word Count: 3237

This meeting is incredibly boring.

It was literally just Steve reviewing how the fight yesterday went. What the team did right and wrong and how they could improve. It was common to have these meetings after missions and fights. It was to be expected.

But you were not paying attention. You tried, boy did you try. But every time you caught Bucky in your peripherals your brain just short circuited. Especially when he flexed his vibranium arm.

Now that just wasn’t fair.

You’ve been harboring a crush on the ex-assassin for the past year. Steve had brought him back from Wakanda after his HYDRA programming had been removed and he had successfully undergone enough therapy that he could be moved to the Avengers Compound.

He didn’t immediately jump into missions though. In fact, he had only started going on low priority ones about four months ago, progressing into larger ones as time went on.

Nobody knew about your crush. At least, you didn’t think anyone knew. It was stupid. He was still recovering from a life full of trauma, he didn’t need you and your own traumas added into the mix. And it wasn’t hard to keep your feelings at bay at first.

When the crush first developed, it was purely physical. Bucky was and is, gorgeous and edgy and all you wanted was for him to fuck you into your mattress. Or his. Or the wall. You didn’t care. And you could easily fix your neediness yourself. You had a small basket of toys you kept hidden in your closet for times like this.

So you did. You pleasures yourself many nights, imaging it was him in between your legs.

But then you got to know him. It took a while. He only trusted Steve, and Sam to an extent. But many times you found yourself in the common areas with him late at night when neither of you could sleep. It was only acknowledging each other’s presence at first, you making hot chocolate and him drinking his iced water. Then you began making one sided conversations just to fill the silence, also making him a mug of your favorite hot beverage too.

After about a week and a half of you talking about nonsense, carrying conversations by yourself, Bucky slowly began participating; first with small verbal acknowledgments, then to adding his own thoughts, then asking his own questions and bringing up his own topics.

Now, it seemed that you were both synced up in your insomniatic episodes. The both of you would meet in the common room late at night, and whoever was there first made the hot chocolate. The two of you would sit side by side on the large cushy couch and talk about everything and nothing.

So yeah. At first the crush was purely physical. Until it wasn’t.

Yesterday during the mission, you and Bucky had split off to attack the small HYDRA base from a different side. Most of the fight was supposed to be brought out back, a small explosion made by Rhodey to distract the guards and force them outside.

But it seemed like they had anticipated that, and a group of twenty guards stormed towards you and Bucky. You hadn’t even seen them coming at first, you were focused on fixing a loose zipper on your jacket.

But Bucky did.

He wrapped his vibranium arm around you and pulled you back, spinning the both of you around a corner and slamming you into a wall, right as gunshots began ringing out.

For half a moment, you and Bucky stared at each other. You were pressed against the wall, his arm pressed against your collarbone, his body mere millimeters from yours. His face was so close that you could feel his hot breath fanning across on your face. The two of you were locked onto the other’s eyes. But then it was over.

You called for backup as the two of you began fighting your way through the hoard of HYDRA soldiers.

It’s all you’ve been able to think about since the adrenaline of the fight wore off. The way Bucky looked at you. Held you. How close he was…

You’d give anything for him to choke you against a wall and fuck you senseless, and then cuddle you into the next morning.

Suddenly there’s a choked noise, and you look over to see Wanda staring at you.

You cock an eyebrow, unsure what you could have done to cause that reaction. But then you see it. The tiniest bit of red glowing behind her eyes.

Oh shit.

“Wanda, darling. Are you alright?” Vision asks, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She nods, peeling her eyes from yours to look at Vision and smile. You wonder how her head isn’t flying off at the speed at which she’s nodding.

The meeting concludes soon after that, and you know you’re in for it.

You walk to your room, not even shutting the door because you hear Wanda trailing only a few paces behind you.

“Can you not keep your thoughts even a little quiet?” She asks, clinging to her self control to keep from bursting into laughter.

“I didn’t realize you were even listening!” You retort, hands flying into the air, “Why were you listening in the first place? Isn’t that… I don’t know… A little rude?” You giggle. You had to admit, the situation was pretty funny, albeit embarrassing.

“You were complaining blanked out. I was worried you were having another panic attack. I wanted to check before I interrupted the meeting to help,” She flops on your bed, “This is getting out of hand. Hearing both you and Bucky pining for each other without doing anything about it is exhausting. Will you two just get it over with already?”

“He doesn’t need the added stress and trauma right now. He’s still adjusting and recovering.”

The redhead rolls her eyes, “He will always be adjusting and recovering. How do you know being with you isn’t something that would actually do him good?”

You break eye contact and instead move your gaze to the purple cat squishmallow that Bucky got you for your birthday last month.

“I, uh. I’m not good with gifts. But you mentioned you like purple. And… Cats. I’m sorry, it’s stupid-“

You can’t help the ginormous smile that spreads across your face. Bucky was beginning to get flustered, his face turning pink and his nose scrunching up in that cute way it does when he gets nervous.

You take the large stuffed animal from him and hug it right to your chest.

“I love it, Buck. I think it’s my favorite gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Really?”

You nod, and step closer to pull him into a hug, the purple cat squished between you. When you pull away, you kiss his cheek.

“Really. Thank you.”

You ended up naming the cat Mochi, after the cat in Big Hero 6.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I just… What if he realizes I’m too much to handle? Most men on earth are afraid of me.”

You think back to your childhood, when none of the other kids would play with you. How most people look at you when you’re out for a run.

“They’re afraid of me too, but not Vision.”

You scoff, “Vision has an infinity stone and you literally are part of each other. Of course he’s not scared of you.”

Wanda groans and stands from her place on your bed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of your room and down the hall.

“Where are we going?” You ask, letting her lead you.

She doesn’t answer, but soon you’re in front of Bucky’s room. She pounds on the door and before you can realize what’s happening, the door is open.

Wanda shoves her way past the larger man, hauling you with her.

“Okay, this is getting out of hand,” She says, pulling you next to her, “This pining is getting out of control. I’m locking the both of you in here until you break this tension and admit your feelings to each other.” She let’s go of your hand and marches out, her red magic encasing the door and shutting it, the lock turning. As if that had any effect over the hex.

It’s painfully silent. Neither you or Bucky can look each other in the eye. Finally, you decide to bite the bullet and break the silence.

“Um, I’m sorry about that. I’ll just-“ You go to move past him, arm reaching for the door. You’re not sure what you’re going to do because Wanda has the door sealed…

But there’s suddenly a strong hand wrapped around your wrist, making you turn to the object of your affection.

“Please, don’t go.”

It’s quiet again, but it’s different this time.

He steps closer, his flash hand moving to your waist. Your eyes are glued to his, and you gently grab his vibranium hand and bring it to your cheek, kissing his palm. He looks scared.

The two of you stay like that for a while, unsure what to do next and who is going to take that last step; crossing that line both of you were terrified to even teeter on.

“I-“ He starts, but you interrupt him.

“Just kiss me, James.”

And it’s like you flipped a switch. His lips were suddenly crushed to yours, fighting for dominance and winning. He licks your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open. You comply immediately, letting his tongue slide in and explore every inch of your mouth.

He reaches down and grabs your thighs, lifting you against him and nearly slamming you into the wall, pushing against you so that his body is holding you up. He grabs your shirt, ripping it from your body and tossing it to the ground. A growl rips from his chest and he palms your breasts before dipping his head to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers.

The sensation goes straight to your clit and you buck your hips into his, looking for the friction you desperately needed.

He let’s go of your nipple with a wet pop and grunts, “Fuck, doll. If you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

You’re a panting mess at this point, grasping his biceps for dear life.

“I don’t want you to,” You tell him, “I want you to fuck me.”

Bucky’s pupils blow impossible wider. There’s a dangerous look in his eyes, one akin to a predator looking at prey. And it makes your cunt throb with need.

He kisses down your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking bruises every few inches. When he sucks as your pulse point, you can’t help the loud moan that escapes your lips.

Bucky smirks against your skin, and decides that he has to hear that sound again.

He grabs onto your ass and turns, tossing you onto his bed. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, while you remove your own pants. You thank the gods that you chose to wear cute panties today.

Bucky pulls himself on top of you, kissing from your collarbone to your waist, before he hooks a metal digit in the waistband of your lacy black panties.

“I like these,” He says, playing with the hem before pulling and ripping them off of your body.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, “I thought you liked them!”

“They were in the way.”

He keeps his eyes on yours as you nod, and he slowly nudges your legs open, kneeling down so he’s almost eye level with your soaked pussy.

“Even prettier than I could have imagined.” He coos, his cock straining against his boxers, “So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He kisses his way down your inner thigh, making his way to your core.

Your hands are on either side of your head when you feel him lick a thick stripe through your folds, and you immediately grab the sheets for purchase.

You gasp, “Fuck!”

Spurred on by your reaction, Bucky licks another stripe before spreading you even further and licking small circles around your clit. Your hips buck onto his tongue and your hands find his hair again.

“Oh my gods, Bucky.”

He smiles as he sucks the bundle of nerves in between his lips, holding your hips down to the mattress with his hands.

It’s almost too much, you haven’t been touched by another person in over a year. Only yourself and your toys. But, fuck, nothing has ever felt the way this man’s mouth does.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take much more, he plunges two thick fingers into your pussy, pulling out a string of loud curses.

You thank your lucky stars that these rooms are soundproof, and that the glow of Wanda’s hex is now gone from the door.

Bucky adds a third finger, causing a loud moan to erupt from your chest, and continues to pump his digits inside of you.

He feels your walls begin to flutter, and your moans are picking up speed and volume.

He curls his fingers just so, hitting the spongy patch inside of you that makes you see stars.

Keeping his fingers in place, Bucky feels you clamp and flutter around them, and watches as your body seizes in pleasure. Once you’ve finished riding out your high, he takes his digits from you and puts them in his mouth, sucking your juices from them.

“So sweet, too.”

Your chest is still heaving, and you watch as he removes his boxers before he climbs over top of you, moving your legs to either side of him.

Your eyes fall to his cock, and your mouth begins watering at the sight. You figured he’d be big. Ya know, being physically enhanced and all.

But he’s huge.

He catches you staring and smirks, pumping himself and spreading his precum to slick himself.

When he leans overtop of you, he pulls you into a desperate kiss before leaning away and asking, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “Yes. Please, Bucky.”

He nods and kisses you again, adjusting himself and teasing your clit with his engorged head, making you bite his lower lip.

He growls, moving so he’s whispering in your ear.

“Don’t play games if you can’t take the punishment, doll.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, as if to challenge him.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t fuck me right this instant-“

He cuts you off, slamming himself into you, making you scream.

He stops when he bottoms out, afraid that your scream was out of pain.

“You okay?” He asks, wiping a small tear that escaped your closed lids.

You nod, “Yeah, just move slowly.”

He nods and begins to slowly pull out, before sheathing himself inside your cunt again. It’s almost painful for him to move so slow, and he’s clinging to every shred of self control that he has to keep from absolutely destroying your pretty pussy right then and there.

After several slow thrusts, your eyes flutter open and your body begins to relax.

“Faster.” You breathe.

He nods and begins quickening his pace, watching you for any signs of discomfort. He grabs one of your legs and pulls it over his shoulder, letting him reach deeper inside of you than before.

The moans from your lips are sinful, and the squelching from your soaked cunt would be embarrassing if you weren’t so fucking high off his cock ramming into you.

There’s low curses and groans ripping from Bucky’s mouth, and you can feel how wet the sounds continue to make you.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, baby. So right around me, taking my cock so well,” He growls as he continues fucking you into his bed, his balls smaking your ass with each thrust, “This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You don’t answer, and he wraps his vibranium hand around your throat.

“Answer me.”

You nod, but it’s not good enough for him and his fingers squeeze against your flesh.

“Use your words.”

“Yes… This is your pussy.”

He feels your walls tighten around him.

“You like that?” He asks, smacking your ass and earning a yelp and another clench of your pussy on his cock, “You like when I fuck this pretty pussy and claim you as mine?” He adds another squeeze of your throat, “You like when I choke this pretty throat?”

“Yes!” You nearly scream, the sensations causing the coil in your tummy to tighten once more, “F-Fuck, yes Bucky.”

Bucky moves his hand from your throat to your breast, kneading and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before moving to give the other one the same attention.

He’s so close, and all he needs is you to clamp around him to push him over the edge.

He moves the hand holding your hips to your pussy and presses harshly on your clit.

That’s all you needed for the coil to snap.

You scream, loud, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you paint his balls and legs in your cum.

His own hips stutter, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he paints your walls in white.

His movements slow to a stop as you both finish riding out your orgasms, and he carefully removes your leg from his shoulder before he collapses next to you, pulling you into his chest.

You both lay there, listening to each other calm down, the only sounds in the room being your erratic breathing.

When the two of you have finally caught your collective breaths, you giggle.

“I guess it was about time.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Yeah,” you answer, “Yeah I think I do.”

***

That evening, you sneak back to your room to change into pajamas and grab Mochi. The team was having movie night, and you didn’t really want to sport the now ripped outfit you had on before Bucky essentially destroyed you.

You slip on some black sweatpants and a purple tank top, grab Mochi, and walk to the common room.

You sit next to Bucky, which was common for movie night, so you’re not sure why everyone is staring at you.

“The fuck are you losers looking at?” You ask.

Sam begins to snicker.

“Hon,” Tony says as he leans forward in his seat with a giggly Peter, “Did you look in a mirror?”

“What?” You look around and your eyes land in Bucky, who looks flushed and annoyed at the same time.

“I think I… May have…”

“You’re covered in hickies, dude.” Peter says before bursting into laughter, Sam and Clint following suit.

Your eyes blow wide and before you can do anything about it, Steve hands you his hoodie.

You take it from him graciously, bless him, and quickly cover yourself.

“Okay, everyone. Most of us are adults here, excluding the three laughing stooges,” Natasha says, causing an outburst of cries from the three mentioned team members, “Now if I remember correctly, Sam, Clint, and Tony, you owe Wanda and I twenty bucks each.”

“Oh, fuck!” Clint yells.

“Hey, there’s a kid here.” Tony chides.

“I’m not the one showing off hickies!”

Same interjects, “Wanda definitely cheated, I’m not paying you shit!”

***

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 17

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

One of the advantages of being a photographer — or a self-taught photographer in your case — is having the ability to acquire an eidetic memory. You remembered the hat that the little bitch (a four-year old) was wearing when she pushed you off the swings in daycare, or the little stain on your father's doctor's lab coat when your family had to rush him to the hospital, or what Peter was wearing the day you guys first met (some oversized flannel he borrowed from Bucky), or the look on your ex-boyfriend's face when you punched him in the face for cheating on you.

The attention to every pretty little detail is, and always will be, a must, and so not remembering where you had seen Bucky before killed you, or rather, was killing you.

It was a normal morning, well, better than your normal mornings to say the least, with Bucky spending the night in your bed. This time, you woke up first, all wrapped in nothing but sheets and Bucky's arms just like yesterday. You rolled over to his side and admired him in his sleep. Then, sudden flashes of Bucky's face from before flooded your memory. You didn't know when exactly was before. It felt like a kind of a deja vu moment.

While eating Bucky's homemade breakfast, in your mind, you listed all the possible places where you could've seen him before: a café, a bar you once went to in college, a bookstore, a museum, a convivial gathering, a convenience store, and any other places you could've bumped into him.

The morning grew unusually quiet and clouded, eliciting concern from Bucky.

"You seem awfully quiet this morning." He observed. "Are you alright, doll?"

"Y-yes, I am."

"Uh-oh, was the sex not great last night?" He joked, nudging his elbow against yours.

You shook your head, trying to smile a little. Thankful that Bucky was trying to keep everything light. "No, no, it was great. You were great. It's just... I'm just quite anxious for today."

Today, you were going to Sam's office and to his store on Fifth Street, to discuss the details about the project. It wasn't what you had in your mind this morning but as you told Bucky about it, you realized you really were getting a bit nervous about the meeting. It was a big deal, after all.

Sam's business, The Falcons, was getting more recognition than you thought. He was now in near competition with Nike and Adidas, especially with the rumors of him releasing brand-new footwear, that could — and you quote one of the articles you read while on break — “overthrow the big leagues.” That alone, already put you in the spotlight. So, whatever you put out there should only be a success, and not a flop; because if it were a failure, you wouldn't only be humiliating yourself, but Bucky as well.

"You're gonna do great!" He assured you. "Plus, it's just a meeting. You two already seem to have a grasp on the project, anyway."

"Yeah." You sighed. "You're right."

You wanted to ask Bucky if you had ever, ever, met each other before — perhaps during a party where you’ve rescued Peter before? — but you bit your tongue to stop yourself. You already did when you met, anyway. And everything was going great between the two of you — whatever the hell this was; besides, labels are overrated nowadays — and you didn't want to say anything or do anything that could potentially ruin it. You were beyond happy in your little bubble, and you could tell Bucky was, too.

You brushed all those thoughts at the back of your mind as you and Bucky strolled through Sam's building's hallways, ironically telling yourself it was all just in your head, that you were just quite edgy about this damn meeting, that you were just thinking about Bucky all the damn time; and the more you told these things to yourself, the more you believed it, and the more you hoped you would never have these thoughts again.

Today, you wore something a bit different than what you usually wore down at the bar. A blazer and pants set, adorned with black and white stripes, a tube top inside, and a white belt that kept the blazer on your sides. You got the set when you and Bucky were out shopping on Monday, of course, Bucky paid for it no matter how many times you refused. Your hair was let down, all the ends flowing down your shoulders until the bottom of your breasts. Lips painted bright red (which Bucky really, really liked). A bit of shimmer on your eyelids as well.

Today was a huge deal and you wanted to look your best.

Bucky kept his hand on the small of your back the whole time you walked, giving a sense of comfort and familiarity you now learned to be fond of. He told the story of how he met Sam (at a bar, where else?), how he had seen him grow in the industry (all the ups and downs), and also how they've always supported each other — the three of them.

"Wait, the three of you?" You asked. "There's another one?"

Bucky almost wanted to stop in his tracks but decided against it. He avoided your gaze, his eyes straight down the hallway. "Yes, but we've fallen apart." He said. "He has his own thing now. Anyway, let's not talk about it. We have more important things to deal with today."

Before you could even ask what the name of this third friend was, Sam appeared at the end of the hallway, with his arms wide open, like a king opening his arms to his heir. Bucky, without leaving your side, proceeded to hug Sam only using his free arm, "Hey, man," he said, and retreated back afterwards.

On the other hand, you shook Sam's hand and gave him a smile.

"Hi, Sam." You greeted. "Nice to see you again."

"You too... y/n." Sam replied, hiding a smirk you knew he was itching to show, hiding the fact that he wanted to mock Bucky by calling you "babydoll."

"You guys made it in time." He said. "Come with me to the conference hall."

Sam led you to his right where a white long table stood in the middle with a bunch of vacant office chairs around. A projector sat on the center of the table, a series of displays of sports apparel lying around, perfectly organized by color. A blonde woman had her back on you, flipping papers on a clipboard. Once she heard you come in, she swiveled around and put the clipboard on the table.

"Y/n, this is Sharon Carter, my assistant and the project manager assigned for this new release." Sam spoke. "She knows everything there is to know about how my business works, all the ins and outs. And if in any case I won't be around, you can always rely on her."

"Hi, nice to meet you." You said.

Sharon Carter, instead of answering verbally, just offered you a smile and a small nod. Her gaze shifted towards Bucky, and then Sam. "Mr. Wilson, does he need to be here?"

"Always a pleasure to see you, Sharon." Bucky chuckled.

Sharon ignored him and continued to talk to Sam; well, tried to. "All the details in today's meeting are confidential and he — "

"He's good, Sharon." Sam cut her off. "I doubt he'll be interested in this, anyway. He's just here for his... doll." Sam chortled and Bucky winked and clicked his tongue in response. "Besides, he's the one who introduced me to y/n."

Sharon sighed in defeat and tried to smile at her boss. "Very well then."

"Please, take a seat." Sam offered, leading you towards the vacant chairs.

While walking towards the chairs, Bucky bent over on your side and whispered: "Don't worry, she's usually like that" which gave you relief.

"Good," you whispered back, "for a moment there, I thought she hated my guts."

"To be fair, she usually hates everyone's guts. Especially mine." Then, he placed a small kiss on your temple before pulling out a chair for you. "You'll do great, doll."

"Alright," Sharon started, glaring at Bucky, "shall we begin?"

The meeting lasted longer than you had liked it to be, and for a little while, it suddenly became an understanding of the difference between working with small, independent businesses and big businesses such as Sam's. Usually, you had a lot of artistic upper hand when it came to the small ones, seeing as they were still starting — and it was also where your college degree came in handy. You would talk to them about advertising, and marketing strategies through product photography. And that was that. But Sam's business already had something to start with.

Something already big.

In the middle of the presentation, Bucky reached for your hand under the table (which took you by surprise), hooking his pinky into yours.

"Just hold my pinky like this if this is too overwhelming for you." He whispered.

"Why the pinky?"

He just shrugged in response, a smile playing on his lips.

Sharon walked you all the way through it, careful not to miss any kind of detail, small or big: from the moment the business started (Sam working in retail, then reselling clothes, then making streetwear designs of his own until he landed on sporting apparels), and to what made the business grow what it is right now.

"Inclusivity." She continued, clicking on the next slide, "This is what The Falcons is going to be all about. Plus-size workout clothes, a huge array of colors suited for every skin tone — literally any color you can think of. We also have workout clothes and streetwear in one which means new designs and new materials. And of course, the new footwear. Bringing the light in speed, bringing new comfort, a new aesthetic, footwear for all. Again, inclusivity. Right in front of you," she pointed to all the sports apparel lying on the table, "are the new designs. We just received the first batch yesterday and we're expecting the second and last one hopefully this weekend just in time for the photoshoots any day next week."

"Me and the marketing team haven't actually discussed the photoshoot details, but they've had that with Sharon, seeing as she's the project head. All I have to do is approve it," Sam said, looking at you, "with you here, of course."

You nodded in agreement, then looked at Sharon. "Will we discuss, perhaps, half of it today?"

"Oh, I can discuss all of it." Sharon smugly replied. "I have a very promising proposal right here." She clicked the next slide, showing photos of various known models. "Let's start with the models. The new faces of the Falcons — "

"Hi, sorry. Can I weigh in on this one?" You interrupted as you scanned the faces of the models in front.

"I haven't finished yet."

You looked at Sam, who had his finger on his chin (assessing the situation), pleading with him with your eyes. "Go ahead, y/n." He said, nodding.

"Thank you, Sam." You replied then went back to the screen. "If I'm not mistaken, that's Kendall Jenner."

"Yes, it is."

"That's not exactly a new face." You argued. "And isn't she already an ambassador for Adidas?"

"It is a new face of The Falcons." She answered. "And she's actually ending her contract with Adidas. Something about breach of contract or some sort that I cannot legally discuss with outsiders."

"Where are the plus-size models?" You asked.

"I was actually getting to it." She clicked the next slide.

"Ashley Graham?"

"Yes, her. She's the perfect candidate."

You bit your lip, leaning forward on the table and unhooking your pinky with Bucky's. "Look, all of these models are gorgeous and handsome and good models but they're faces you see every single day on billboards — "

"Exactly. They're faces you see every single day." She repeated. "That means that these faces sell. And that's what we want for this release."

"I thought what you wanted was inclusivity." You frowned. "We should get people who are real athletes and models from different races, colors, and sizes. Real people, not these people you see every day on your phone or everywhere you go. These models are overrated, anyways." You faced Sam, who was listening intently. "Let's not get faces but stories instead. I believe that's what will separate The Falcons from these huge brands. It's a new release, right? Might as well make everything new."

Your words hung in the air, rendering the whole conference room quiet. Until Sharon broke it off. "Business doesn't work that way. I went to business school. I know how the system works."

You chuckled. "I majored in business and finance. Trust me, I know everything there is to know about business, not just you."

She was dumbfounded but tried to hide it, anyway. "But this is my proposal. You don't have a say on who we should get. You don't work for The Falcons."

"I know." You sighed. "But I'm working with you, and I have a say in this as much as you do." You glanced at Sam who was deep in thought. "But of course, Sam will always have the last say."

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. With your eyes straight ahead, you grabbed Bucky's hand and hooked your pinky with his.

"Sharon," Sam started, "that was an excellent presentation and I humbly appreciate it but y/n does have a point. I wouldn't want these people representing The Falcons. I want people like me, people with stories to tell. Inclusivity isn't a marketing strategy, or a statement. It's what I believe in. And you," he swiveled his chair in your direction, "made a good case out of it."

You broke out in a smile, glancing at Bucky who also did the same. He now intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand three times.

"Sharon, find new models and athletes and have their profiles by next week. Let's think of it like... Kind of like a casting call." Sam said, standing up. "Now, let's dismiss this meeting 'cause I am starving."

"You have got to get a new assistant, Sam." Bucky groaned as you got inside Bucky's limo. You had lunch at some fancy restaurant in Manhattan before Sam showed you around the main store down Fifth Street.

You laughed, greeting Howard who gave you a smile through the rearview mirror. "She's the best assistant I could ever get."

"Please." Bucky said. "You could have better. She's just, ugh, I don't know, what's the word for someone who thinks she's better than everyone else in the room? Who hates practically everyone but goes to great, great lengths just to kiss your ass — "

"Alright, alright!" Sam cut him off, laughing. "I get it, man. But y'know I can't afford to lose her. It took me months to get a loyal and honest assistant."

"Ugh, fine."

"You just want her out because you're protecting your little babydoll."

"Jesus, Sam." Bucky said. "Stop calling her that."

"Yeah, stop calling me that." You frowned, leaning on Bucky's side and wrapping your hand around his muscular arm. "Only he gets to call me that."

"You guys make me sick." Sam joked.

You turned towards Bucky who had the end of his eyes, crinkled, and nose, scrunched. "Hey," you said, grabbing his attention, "did you get a text from Parker last night?"

His expression became relaxed, and looked at you. "Yes, actually. Something about a kid named Schmidt."

You chuckled. "Yeah, he's kind of a bully. Remind me to beat his ass when he comes to the bar. You won't miss him. He's got way too much gel in his hair, and too much of a know-it-all, kind of like, Ross Geller."

"Oh, I'd like to watch you beat someone up." Sam nodded, smirking. "You know what, I'd pay you to punch Parker."

"Oh come on, Sam." Bucky laughed.

"Nah, I'm kidding. I love that little kid. Speaking of Peter," Sam cleared his throat, "what are you guys gonna do when he gets back?"

You and Bucky fell silent, hooking your pinky with his once more. "We, uh," you glanced at Bucky who had his eyes on his shoes, "we haven't talked about it yet. But we will tell him, that's for sure. Right, James?"

His eyes shot up to yours, then at Sam. "Yes, yes, of course. I mean it's Peter. Of course, we'll tell him. Just not right away."

"What do you mean not right away?" You frowned.

"Well, we can't flat out tell the guy we're dating the moment he comes back. I don't want him to have a heart attack." Then, he bent down a little, leveling his mouth on your ear. "We are dating, right?"

"Well, we haven't talked about it and we're certainly not talking about it in front of Sam." You replied, glancing at Sam who was just staring at the both of you.

"We're here, Mr. Barnes." The partition pulled open, revealing Howard's voice. The three of you got out of the limo, the bar right just right in front. Before we even got to enter the bar, Sam tapped your shoulder and called out to Bucky.

"Do you mind if I borrow your girl for a moment? I'll just have to discuss something work-related."

Bucky turned around and glanced at the both of us. "Yes, sure." He pecked you on the lips then turned around to enter the bar.

"This is actually about Bucky." Sam said.

"Oh." You said. "Okay. What about Bucky?"

"I have to say, I haven't seen him that happy."

"Uh, isn't that supposed to be a good thing?"

"It is, it is! And I'm glad he has you."

"But?"

He sighed. "But just be careful with him. Look, y/n, he's a good guy and all; we're practically brothers... But he's a child. I've known him since we were teenagers. He's almost forty and not once has he had a serious relationship."

"What are you trying to say, Sam?"

"You've only known him for, what, a couple of weeks? Don't you think this is going a little too fast?"

"I like Bucky." You replied. "I genuinely do and what we do or how we do is honestly none of your business. It doesn't matter how long I've known him. I appreciate you looking out for Bucky, but Bucky's an adult. We're all adults here. We can handle ourselves."

"Just promise me one thing."

"Sure."

"Don't hurt my friend." He said. "He may act like this rich bitch just parading around town, getting by with his manly looks and shit, but he's a child. He doesn't know what he wants. If you hurt him, you'll also end up hurting yourself. So, be careful, alright? Think this through, and talk with him."

Silence.

"Promise me, y/n."

You nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good. Now let's head in there, I need a drink."

"Wait, Sam." You said, making Sam stop in his tracks. "Do you think Bucky likes me as much as I do?"

"I can't say for sure." Sam replied before walking inside.

You leaned your back against the brick wall, hitting the back of your head. You closed your eyes, letting all your thoughts rush in.

Still feeling a little bit light-headed, you went inside (which was still empty except for Nat, Sam, and Bucky) and as soon as Nat's eyes landed on your figure, she whistled. "Oh wow, Mrs. Fancypants!"

You chuckled, removing your blazer, revealing the tight black tube top as it was getting a bit hot. "Shut up, Nat."

"Woah, somebody call the fire department 'cause it's getting hoooot in here!" Nat continued then tilted her head towards Bucky. "Hey big guy, if you're not gonna hit that, I will."

You rolled your eyes, chucking the blazer to her face. You turned to Bucky who was sitting in the usual booth with Sam. "She said the same thing to me about you."

"Don't expose me like that, y/n. Not. Cool."

You giggled, sliding in the booth and greeting Bucky with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, you."

"Hey, doll." He smiled, placing his hand on your thigh and pulling you closer. "We were just talking about you."

You glanced at Sam, who was smiling at you. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Don't worry, it's all good. And, y/n... That thing we talked about earlier."

"What about it?" You asked.

"We're good." He answered. "And to answer that last question, he does."

You beamed. "Really? He does?" You asked, as if Bucky wasn't even in the room.

"Yes, he really does."

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Bucky asked out of curiosity.

You glanced at Sam, smiling, "Oh, just this model I want for the shoot," and then you looked back at Bucky, "I was kind of having doubts for a hot minute over there about him, but, everything's fine. Everything's good."

"Good." He kissed your temple softly, making your heart flutter. "It should be."

#bucky barnes story #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky #James Buchanan Barnes #Bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #bucky story #marvel #bucky x female reader

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the-kingshound · 3 years

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More incorrect quotes made in a generator! Maybe not 100% accurate, but I did love those:

Arthur: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Mc: Killed without hesitation.

Arthur: No.

Mc: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Arthur: You and me!!!

Mc, tearing up: Okay.

Mc: How many kids do you have?

Arthur: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Mc: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Gwyar: I think you mean cards.

Mc, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Gwyar: This is a mistake

Evaine, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Gwyar: But not today

Evaine, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.

Mc: Can you keep a secret?

Gwyar: Do you know anything about my life?

Mc: No I do not. Good point.

Mc: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Gwyar, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Mc:

Mc: fsh

Gwyar: God, give me patience.

Evaine: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Yniol: If God gave them strength, you'd be dead.

Mc: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Gwyar: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Mc: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Mc: Evaine! My face is on fire!

Evaine: Mc! Are you ok?!

Mc: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Evaine: But your face is on fire.

Mc: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Mc: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Morien: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Mc: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Mc: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Evaine: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Morien: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

Mc: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Morien: You’re a hazard to society

Evaine: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Yniol: I told Mc their ears flush when they lie.

Arthur: Why?

Yniol: Look.

Yniol: Hey Mc! Do you love us?

Mc, covering their ears: No.

Arthur:

Morien: Why are Mc and Arthur sitting with their backs to each other?

Yniol: They had a fight.

Morien: Then why are they holding hands?

Evaine: They get sad when they fight.

PLeasE anon, I can't quote anything because every single one of these is canon! It's actually scary, you know my characters more than me :0 you also foreshadowed so many things, I can't-

Mc: How many kids do you have?

Arthur: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Biologically: none (yet).

Emotionally: the Round Table Knights, the castle's servants, Camelot citizens...

Legally: Mordred :)

Evaine: Burn your ex’s house down.

Ok, if Evaine did this, I fear for Camelot's integrity. But also many of them would deserve it, so...

Yniol: Hey Mc! Do you love us?

Mc, covering their ears: No.

This is what happens when your MC is a dumbass who tries to be edgy but is actually a cinnamon roll inside.

#the Gwyar Evaine and Yniol interaction is so accurate #and the MC and Arthur one made me cry #You and me!!#Ahh #ROs #incorrect quotes

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 2]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this chick is crazy...and I kinda dig it“

It’s been four days since the incident and he’s all but forgotten about it, removed it from his memory entirely as if girls hide from police in his car on a regular basis.

Today is colder than usual, and his body has been quick to respond to the change, aching around the joints. Some days it’s impossible to move, feeling his clothes and sandpaper and housing spikes as joints. Thankfully, today isn’t that bad, the pain is rather manageable. Which checks out well for him, considering he has to do some cleaning around his apartment. His skin itched at the sight of the mess his living space has become over the last few weeks he hasn’t been bothered to pick up the strewn about items or wash the dishes in the sink.

Standing in his living room, he turns in a circle, taking in the disaster that is surrounding him. His chest tightens, throat closing up due to the overwhelmingness of the work he has ahead of him while all he wants to do is hide in his room, under the blankets of his bed that is for sure not willing to offer him much comfort at the moment, seeing as how it too is a mess.

Forget about that! He isn’t sure if his mind is telling him to forget the task he has at hand or the comfort he has in mind. Either way, he knows what the right thing to do is. It may give him anxiety, but it has to be done.

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, taking deep measured breaths and exhaling slowly just like his doctor had instructed him to do, in hopes to ease the tension around his lungs.

Calming down a bit, he finally decides to get on with it, starting with the smallest space he has to clean, hoping accomplishing a small victory would fuel his ambition to move onto the actual rooms with a lesser struggle. So, pulling on his favorite hoodie and a beanie over his black curls, he slips out of the front door and down the stairs of his apartment complex with a trash bag in hand. He may hate cleaning, but he hates messes more, therefore it’s an easy call to make. Easy when putting the two in comparison, a struggle when he actually has to get on with the process of cleaning.

With a deep breath as a final ‘You got this’ before action, he unlocks his car doors and looks around its interior. He starts off with the junk in the front - first tending to the passenger seat where he finds a couple plastic bags and a few water bottles. He keeps the area around the driver’s seat clean as can be, so he skips that side. Unfortunately, now he has to turn to the nightmare that is the backseats.

While it may be tame, compared to most, the three paper bags, five disposable coffee cups that he’d dropped to the floor are more than enough to annoy him. He also makes a frustrating find of a hoodie, a few shirts, a hat, and what appears to be a forgotten CVS bag of medication. Much to his dismay, there’s more: handfuls of old receipts that he is now shoving into the garbage bag he has in hand along with straw wrappers, a few stray cold fries dating back to God-knows-when. He sighs, somewhat relieved to see the backseat is doing a lot better now than it was a couple minutes ago, though it’s not even entirely clean just yet. Something catches his eye though - a choker that was probably covered by one of the clothing items he had found. He picks it up, turning it over in his hand. It’s made of soft leather with a gunmetal ”C” and a pentagram embossed on it. It has a leather braided cord on both ends to tie together and no price tag or brand to indicate its origin. He can’t remember buying this...but then again, retail therapy is a thing and it wouldn’t be the first time he forgot a purchase. He gives it one final once-over before shrugging and pocketing it. After collecting the headphones he’d also dumped in the back and retrieving a pair of boots from the trunk, he locks up his car and heads back into the building, mentally preparing himself for facing the terror of cleaning his apartment.

Returning to his place after tossing the trash in the dumpster along the way, Corpse locks the front door behind him and proceeds to drop the things he’s brought back near the front door.

This defeats the purpose of cleaning up in the first place, Corpse. He scolds himself but that’s what it remains at - just a scold. He slips the hoodie off his torso, but pauses when the leather collar falls to the floor. Tossing the clothing item on a dining room chair behind him, he picks up the choker and, without as much as a second thought, places it around his throat just below his Adam’s apple The metal feels cool against his skin and as he ties the leather cords at the back of his neck the corners of his lips curve upwards just a little.

I probably look stupid. He thinks to himself. Corpse tries not to look much at his own reflection, mostly because it’s a reminder of how little sleep he gets with the dark circles and worn out, exhausted eyes staring back at him whenever he looks. But when he catches a glimpse of himself in his peripheral on his way to piss, he admires his reflection, or more so the way the black leather stands out across his pale skin. He’s gotta admit, it looks pretty cool. Edgy. Very urban. Goth maybe? But he still prefers the chains he’s known to wear over chokers.

After doing his business, he starts heading toward his office with the intention of recording a new story for his channel if he manages to find a decent submission - and also to ignore the cleaning he still had to do eventually - when the sound of someone banging on the door of his neighbor’s apartment makes him jump, thinking the sound was coming from his door instead. Being the nosey bitch he is, he creeps to his door, listening to the muffled and almost completely incomprehensible voices from across the hall. The screaming match taking place is making him rather nervous and anxious and as much as he’d rather hide in his room and pretend he never heard or saw anything, he also doesn’t want the altercation to escalate into anything physical.

“You fucking bailed on me!” An angry female shout dominates over the other voice, a male one, that’s quick to follow the previous example with the tone volume.

“You almost got caught, it's not my fault you screwed up!” It’s the male’s turn to shout, his words intriguing Corpse.

Got caught? Screwed up what?

“Fuck you! You don’t just ditch like that! That’s such a dick move!”

Ditched? If it wasn’t for the ‘getting caught’ part I would’ve thought it was a flopped date?

“I wasn’t about to get arrested for your klepto ass! I’m done with your shit!” The male voice takes the upper hand again, and though the female attempts to speak, she’s promptly cut off by the male, “No! No, I said I’m fucking done! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” A loud bang that sounded remarkably like a chair being flipped over made Corpse jump again with his thoughts once again racing to try and make sense of the situation.

Klepto? So she’s a thief. Great. He rolls his eyes, not that he needed a reminder that he lives in a bad neighborhood, but he sure got it. He inhales slowly, finally deciding to check the aftermath in the hallway. Again, it isn’t his business whatsoever, but he can’t rest easy until he knows there isn’t an injured person outside his door right now. He peeks out the peephole before unlocking the door and sticking his head out to see a long haired individual still standing in front of his neighbor’s door. They have their back turned to him and are getting prepared to start banging on the door once again.

“Little scared-ass bitch! I’ll be back for my shit!” She screams, kicking the door to punctuate her point.

This chick is absolutely nuts. Everything in his gut is telling him to turn around and go back inside but his brain’s less-rational side is convincing him to check on her. He carefully steps into the hallway, swallowing nervously as he reaches out to tap her shoulder. “Are um-...you okay?”

The girl whips around, a furious expression on her face. Corpse makes a pause, his eyes widening at the sight of that familiar face.

Holy shit, I know this girl.

Standing in front of him is the girl who leaped into the backseat of his car only a few days ago.

Shit! What are the odds?

She’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt with the quote “Mercury’s in Gatorade or Some Shit” written in bold letters and a solar system around it, with a leather jacket on top.

His mouth dries when he makes a realization...

Oh fuck. She’s way prettier in the natural light instead of that ugly light I saw her in that night.

“Oh hey! Parking lot guy! What are y-...is that my choker?” She interrupts herself, looking closer at the black leather on his pale skin, her brows furrowing. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it to be honest, but she seems to recognize it. “That’s my fucking choker, dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” She reaches up seemingly with the intention of taking it off him, causing his whole body to freeze up.

Finally finding his senses, Corpse takes half a step back, eyes slightly widened, “Woah, hey! Easy there, I’m pretty sure I bought this.” He warns, hands hesitantly held out in front of himself to try and create some distance between them.

She seems not to take the hint at his desire for personal space as she reaches out again, stepping closer. “No, I made it with my own two hands, man! It’s got a C on it for my name - Cora.” She says sharply to the point of anger that honestly frightens him a bit.

He quickly unties the leather straps, removing it from his neck. However, he refuses to give it back so easily as he holds it up out of her reach.

Maybe if it isn’t on me she won’t be all up in his personal space. Yeah, it’s a bit evil, but he didn’t care. Besides, part of him is still mad about the fact she used his car as a hiding spot, shooting his anxiety through the roof in the process.

“I feel like you owe me for those fries you stole last time we saw each other. Make it up to me and I’ll give it back. If it’s even yours, that is...” He says, brows furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing as he takes another step back. “And, you know, for nearly getting me busted by the police for something I wasn’t even a part of.”

Sure, he was talking but her eyes are wandering analyzing him: first the silver chains around his neck that glimmer in the light and his dark hair, strands dangling carelessly as a curtain over his face.

He too finds himself admiring her, memorizing her features better in this light. She has olive skin and sports a little bit of a tan. Stray locks of wavy dark brown hair hang around her ears having come loose from her messy bun. She has earthy brown eyes with flecks of green that he can’t help but stare at, despite their current sharpness. Her right arm is decorated with a few small tattoos: a skull of some sort of animal that appears to be puking flowers; a small cartoon t-rex floating via many colorful balloons and a brain with a spiky spiral in the center of it. She has a single line drawn around her pinky finger on the hand of the other arm and the shadowy silhouette of a forest around her wrist. However, the one thing Corpse could see better than all of that, was she is pissed.

“Gimme my fucking choker back! I paid you for those fries, it’s not my fault you spent them on douchebag lessons!” She snaps, hopping to try and grab his arm.

She is pressed up against him now, a wave of perfume hitting him when she attempts another jump. He holds the choker higher, maybe even subconsciously, just enjoying the warm presence of another body for as long as possible - not that he’d admit that.

Corpse’s brief content comes crashing down as he stumbles backwards when he feels something hard on his hip and her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt.

“Wait-“ He tries to say, but is cut off when a good amount of weight pulls at his jeans. “Oh Fuck!” He rasps out, dropping the choker as he slams onto the floor. In the split second he spared to take a breath, his pants had been yanked down to his knees and his neck was crooked up against his door. He’s now lying on the floor as the girl hovers over him having landed with her hand on top of his head and one leg over his chest while the other is pinning his arm down.

While remaining unmoving under the girl, he takes a moment to let the previous five seconds sink in before replaying them in his mind:

This small woman, Cora she said her name was, had put the boot clad toes of her left foot into the pocket of his baggy jeans to use as a stepping stool. In turn, they were shoved down, effectively pantsing him and tearing the pocket before knocking them both to the floor.

Corpse leans against his door, jeans still around his knees, hair a mess as he watches Cora stand up from where she’d practically tackled him and equip the choker.

“Serves you right.” She sticks her tongue out, tying the piece of jewelry behind her neck. “Now get up before someone calls the cops, we both know what happens then.” She rolls her eyes and bends down, offering her hands to help him up after he situated his trousers.

“Ah-um...I-...” anxiety started reigning in his chest and head as he realized everything that had happened. He takes both her hands and she uses all her weight to pull him up. Her pull was so strong that when he stood up, he had to hold her tight to keep her from falling back. He stabilizes her, maybe a little too hard because her chest collides with his. He apologizes under his breath, releasing her hands quickly. “Don’t people buy dinner first before yanking off their pants?” He snorts, trying to make light of the situation and crossing his arms over his chest. “But then again, you stole my dinner.”

“Are you insinuating I should take off my pants?” She asks with a smirk.

Corpse nearly chokes on his own inhale, eyes wide as he quickly looks away.

Oh my god is she serious? “N-no!” He says, perhaps too quickly. Too loudly. His cheeks turned dark pink as he gapes at her for a moment before furrowing his brows again. He hunches his shoulders a little, doing his best to avoid those sharp hazel eyes.

She’s pretty. Way too pretty for him and now she has him all flustered. This girl has way too much power over the agoraphobic anxiety bundle that is Corpse.

“Oh so you’re insinuating that I should buy you dinner since I took off your pants?” She prompts, eyes narrowing with a delighted little smirk on her face. She has to be enjoying watching him squirm in embarrassment, otherwise, why would she keep asking questions like that? Of course she does. She is like every other girl in his life.

“I’m..-just...Forget it.” He mumbles, shrinking back away from her as he turns to go back inside the safety of his apartment.

She’s probably making fun of me. Great, as if I didn’t have enough self-esteem issues already.

Before he could get inside, a hand grabs his shirt at the small of his back. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you, dude.” She says, giving the shirt’s fabric a tug.

He turns and looks at her with wary eyes, wondering if she was trying to goad him into falling for her taunting again. But the ice in her gaze has melted and she gives him a crooked smile. “Lemme buy you dinner to pay you back. It’s the least I can do after you helped keep my ass out of jail.” She releases his shirt after a brief moment of reluctance and then offers her hand to him for a handshake. “Oh, I should introduce myself, officially this time. I’m Cora.”

Corpse looks at her hand and carefully takes it. She has small hands and his long fingers practically engulfed hers as he shakes it lightly. He gives her his name in return and she smiles that light filled, beaming smile he remembers from the car.

“Nice to, um- meet you, I guess.” He finds himself staring at her, unknowingly still holding her hand in his until she looks up and grins a little wider.

“This seems like a roundabout way to hold my hand, bro. You could have just asked,you know.” She teases, but this time it felt okay, his embarrassment having faded slightly, but he still hurries to look away and release his hold on her.

Corpse murmurs a quick apology, but before he could stick his hand back into the ripped pocket of his jeans, she takes hold of it again, tugging him forward. “Come on, lock your door. I’ll buy you something to eat. You drive though.” She lets go of his hand after a moment and, much to his surprise, he catches himself missing the warmth that it provided him while it was there. Turning, he ducked into his apartment to grab his hoodie and keys, feeling suddenly thankful he’d cleaned his car out.

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nattikay · 3 years

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So I saw this post while browsing toa tags the other day. While I don’t think being obsessed with the school mascot automatically makes Toby a furry (though it is funny to joke about lol) since “being a furry” actually just means “being a fan of anthropomorphic animals” and doesn’t necessarily require any form of costuming or interest in such, it did get me thinking, hmmm...if he was a furry, what would his fursona be? 🤔 And from there I started wondering what Jim’s and Claire’s would be as well because y not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BUT WAIT, I hear you say--haven’t you already drawn the trio as werewolves and wolfwalkers etc.? Wouldn’t those be their fursonas??

Well yes....but actually no.

I guess it’s a little hard to explain, but there’s a nuance between “[person] but as an animal” and a proper “fursona”. While a fursona is an animal character used to represent its person, it doesn’t have to physically resemble them at all as you would expect [person]-but-as-[animal] to. For example, if you were to design me but as a cat, you’d probably give it light brown fur and green eyes like I have irl. But my fursona, unlike my human self, actually has blue fur and purple eyes. You can give your fursona matching physical traits to your own if you want to, and some people do, but most use only a pinch of their irl appearance, if any at all.

The choices people make when designing their fursonas vary wildly from “it looks like me irl” to “it looks like who I want to be” to “I just really like this color scheme” to “this particular color/marking holds deep personal meaning to me” to “this particular pattern represents a particular defining moment in my life” to “idk it looks cool and i vibe with it” etc. etc. etc. Everyone has different reasons of varying depth for the decisions they make in designing their fursona.

Therefore, to design a fursona for Toby etc., it’s less a question of “what would this character look like as [insert species here]?” and more of “how would this character choose to present himself with his own [animal] character?”

And that’s a much trickier game than just transferring a character aesthetic to a new species. ^^; We have to kinda dive into the characters and makes some guesses about how they, if given infinite creative freedom to design an animal avatar with no rules or limits, would choose to present themselves.

So all that said, here’s what I came up with:

Starting with Toby because he’s the one who inspired the post. I think Toby might choose a wolfdog fursona. A lot of people who choose wolves as fursonas consider themselves to be overwhelmingly loyal to their friends, a trait that fits Toby very well. However, while Toby likes to be “cool”, I don’t think he really thinks of himself as much of an “alpha” type--he’s more of a sidekick, and he knows that, and he’s ok with that. He’s the wingman. So what better way to incorporate that than to add dog into the mix? Man’s best friend=Jim’s best friend. Sociable, humorous, and unwaveringly loyal. Wolfdog it is!

With the species decided, we can move on to the design itself.

I can’t imagine any form of Toby in anything other than warm colors. This is extra emphasized by the flamelike patterns on his legs and tail, which both speaks to his desire to be totally awesome-sauce as well as acts as an allusion to his flaming warhammer. It’s fairly common (not universal, but common) for people to give their fursonas a more “ideal” physique than the person actually has as a sort of way to live by proxy physical goals or fantasies they’ve been unable to attain irl for whatever reason. Given that we’ve seen Toby struggle with fitness from time to time, it wouldn’t shock me to see him take this route. His wolfdog self is still relatively short and stocky, but it’s all muscle, babey.

This fursona is strong, fun, boisterous, and generally just kicks butt. Concentrated awesomesauce flows through his veins. Just don't mess with his friends, or you’ll feel the flames!

Moving on to Jim. Jim was the hardest to nail down, and most definitely the hardest to keep my personal biases out of oof. Which I may have failed to do anways because yes, ok, I made my favorite character a blue feline, sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But hear me out first!

For Jim I ultimately settling on a cheetah/lion hybrid.

Cheetahs, in a way, are sort of the underdogs (er...cats?) of the feline world--at least, in their local ecosystems. They are built wholly for speed, not strength--and as such, just about every other large predator in their environment has them beat when it comes to raw strength. Remind you of a certain Trollhunter? plus the long lanky legs. don’t forget those lol

However, because of this disadvantage, cheetahs...usually surrender. They know it’s not worth it to defend their kill from larger, stronger opponents, so they’ll give it up and just catch something else. This aspect doesn’t quite fit our protective, selfless protagonist all too eager to risk everything to save his loved ones--so a pure cheetah may not be the right choice.

So what animal is brave and protective? That’s where the lion part comes in, of course!

Why not just make him a pure lion? Well, a little similar to making Toby a wolfdog instead of a pure wolf. A straight-up lion feels a little too “chad” for our sweet Jimbo. Too much of a jock.

Jim has the humble underdog nature of a cheetah as well as the bravery and fierce protective drive of a lion. Cheelion? Leetah? idk, but let’s design it!

Like Toby and warm colors, I don’t think I can possibly associate Jim with any color but blue. While it’s never directly stated, given that we’ve never really seen him wear any other color (with the exception of the Eclipse armor), I think it’s pretty safe to assume that that’s his favorite. Blue sweater, blue jeans, blue shoes, even his backpack and bedsheets are blue. So naturally, his fursona would be predominantly blue as well! Plus some yellowish accents to (somewhat) match the natural colors of his chosen species(s).

I imagine he originally designed the character without horns, but then added them after becoming the Trollhunter, since it became such a major and impactful aspect of his life.

His lion’s mane also continues down his back in imitation of the “mantle” found on baby cheetahs. This youthful feature could subtly represent the fact that he’s been forced to grow up too fast and take on so much responsibility so young--so his fursona can still be young and carefree as long as he likes even while his real self struggles with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

This fursona is relaxed, calm, and confident. He’s not just cool--he’s crispy!

Lastly but not leastly, we have Claire. Out of the three, I think Claire was actually the easiest to choose--or at least, I had the clearest idea of what I thought she might go for.

Claire is a bit of an interesting duck, because while she’s shown to be fairly popular at school, she’s definitely far from the stereotype of The Popular Girl™. Yes she’s smart and pretty, but she’s also a little spunky or even a bit quirky--she’s a theatre kid, she’s a huge fan of hard rock band Papa Skull, and while I wouldn’t quite call her “rebellious” per se, she’s certainly willing to bend some rules if she feels the situation calls for it (not telling her parents that she was going to the concert with Steve, literally sneaking into Jim’s basement to try to find out what was up with him, etc).

That said, I think Claire might go for a hyena fursona--something a little out of the box, but not totally out of left field. (she also shows a slight Gurl Power™ streak here and there “the staff was not meant to be wielded by man--” “I am not a man!!!”) and if you know anything about hyenas...well, yeah lol)

I think Claire would lean into her punk-rock “rebellious” side with her fursona design. This character is completely free of the pressure of being the councilwoman’s daughter and having to maintain her mother’s public reputation, and thus allows Claire to express a less restrained side of herself. She has a bold semi-edgy color scheme with bright accents (and some earrings to match her person’s hair clips) while still remaining feminine and (her own brand of) fashionable.

This fursona is spunky and sassy; she’s spicy and sweet all rolled up into one. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to chase it down. She lives her own life and she’s dang proud of it.

....sooooo yeah there’s my take on what Toby’s, Jim’s, and Claire’s fursonas could hypothetically be. And I guess since this post was inspired by a joke about Toby’s infatuation with the school mascot, here’s just some quick thoughts on how they might approach fursuiting to end us off:

Jim I don’t see as much of a suiter. He might try it once or twice if given the opportunity, but at the end of the day it’s not really his cup of tea--he’d rather act as the “handler” for his friends, if anything.

Toby and Claire, on the other hand, I could definitely see as suiters. In fact, with her interest in acting, Claire would probably particularly enjoy it--she’d be one of those suiters who really gets into character, absolutely refuses to break the magic publicly (outside of any actual medical emergency), and popular at cons because she just performs so well.

Toby, meanwhile, would be the more chill type--uses his normal voice in-suit, isn’t really too stressed about “breaking the magic”, just kinda hanging around like he would normally except “look I’m a talking dog, cool right?”.

also while I was typing this it occurred to be that since Eli is canonically a cosplayer then he could be a fursuiter as well; in his case i imagine he actually made his own suit it’s a protogen and it’s full of little LEDs and other electric gadgets, it’s not the prettiest thing ever as sewing is not his forte but boy did he try!! good for him. good for him

#so anyways I put way too much thought into this...enjoy I guess?#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toby domzalski #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #furry #my art

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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the lakes

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Request: @youareinllve: Imagine spending summer break at the Malfoy manor and you realize that this is the first time in a while that draco seems like a kid again, with no pressure from his family or Voldemort or the death eaters, just draco, your draco again, just having fun in a lake. (also see the lakes)

A/N: So I think this is the softest thing that I’ve ever written in my life and that’s saying something (especially for those of you who have been around for a while). It also has brilliant cadence, so if you can, read it aloud: it’s that much more enchanting if you can. By no means will this always be how I write, because it is more poetic than prose, but I don’t mind doing it now and against especially with a muse like folklore. Let me know what you think! Seriously, I thrive on y’all feedback/comments/reblogs.

There were few days that I could call my own. The days when no one expected me to sit this way, talk that way, act perfectly. I could be young. I could be free. I could be loved. I could be with him.

There were few days that I could call him my own. The days when no one expected him to walk this way, speak that way, act like a Malfoy. He could be young. He could be free. He could be loved. He could be with me.

There were no tight-fitting robes. There were no school uniforms. There were no hours spent on hair and makeup. There was no time wasted in reflections. There were no side eye glances to steal.

There was the lightness of cotton. It was sundresses, cuffed trousers and flowy shirts. It was wide brimmed sun hats and bare feet. It was the softness of grass and the strength of the stones and comfort of earth.

It was his smile. The way it met his eyes. The way it called me in.

Into that cold water. That crystal-clear water. The water that matched the shade of his eyes.

Meet me at the lake,

Yours, Draco

That’s all it would take. That was when I knew the day was mine. When I knew he was. It was a trip to Windermere. To the wood skirting around his large suffocating manor. It was meeting him at the lake, where our days went to live and die.

“Took you long enough,” I’d tease as he passed the first few trees, his eyes scanning the foliage for me.

“Not all of us can apparate yet,” He’d jest back, taking my hand.

The warmth of his hand in mine matched the smile on his face. The sharp points of his cheekbones and jaw meeting the soft curves of his lips and eyelashes. The grass struggling to grow in the speckled light beckoned us forward. Our shoes, coats, and griefs left under a tree where our initials were carved. Sunlight filtered in golden and green through the trees lighting him softly.

Draco would take my hand and pull me close. His hands would rest on my waist as his nose nuzzled against mine in the calm lighting. Our breaths and the rustling of leaves were the only things heard. The only things that mattered to listen to. His lips would be soft and alluring on mine—just as his smile was.

The shock of the chilled water would elicit the most irresistible laughter and shouts of joy. The squishy earth beneath my toes would have me draped over Draco’s shoulders, just to avoid the prickling feeling. My dislike of the sensation would have him laughing yet again, and perhaps he’d roll his eyes at my ridiculousness. But he’d never complain. Instead he’d hold me or draw me deeper into the water.

The lake. The deep water. As soon as we could dive beneath it, our worries were gone. There was no war looming. There were no evil overlords. No heroes. No ransoms. There was no good versus bad. There was no sides. No houses. No prejudices.

There was me.

There was Draco.

There was the hum of insects. There was the swaying of wisteria. His smile pressed against my skin.

“I love you,” He’d whisper. “More than anything,”

“Never more than I love you,” I’d reply.

The enchanted water of that lake would take us to the banks. The outcropped rocks surrounded by flowers that were free to grow. That grew despite the adversity that it faced. The blanket would be soft under my touch as we carved a little square of the wildflowers to call our own.

Draco’s eyes would watch the distance, gazing upon the peaks of the mountains. Being with Draco seemed to make everything hurt less. No matter what it was, he had a way of soothing all of my worries and strife.

“How do I love thee?” He’d quote as I lay beside him watching the blueness of the heavens above.

“Let me count the ways,” I’d muse back, propping up on my arm so that I could catch a glimpse of the grey that his eyes held.

“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,” The words would tumble from his lips with practiced ease, with the same grace as the breeze persuading the grass to waver.

“I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.” My words would barely be heard above the babbling of the lost brook as the sun would stretch out its last efforts of warmth and guidance.

Draco would sit up then, tucking my drying hair behind my ear in a feeble attempt to tame it against the will of the wind gods that accompanied us.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right.” An air of melancholy would haunt his words as shades began to seep back into our Eden.

“I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.” The gentle reminder would ward off the ghosts of who we were supposed to be as a smile would be mirrored on his face as it was mine. Again, we were free.

“I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.” Draco would become theatrical at these lines, feigning distress and he draped over my lap. A laugh would fall from my lips and onto the perfection of his features.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.” My fingers would dust over his cheek, drawing down his jaw, to trace the pink of his lips.

“I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life,” His grey eyes would vow this to me. Each and every day that belonged to us he would declare these words.

“And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” I’d promise back.

As the sun gave into his sister for the night, there was no escaping the world that demanded us back. The world filled with grief and sorrow.

The truth was: Draco and I didn’t belong in that world. The world of heroes and villains. The world of happily ever after’s and storybook endings. We weren’t made for rumors and gossip. Our love didn’t fit in newspapers or hushed conversations.

We belonged to the poets. To the sad prose. We belonged to the orishas of that lake and the wood and the flowers and the earth. Thousands of nymphs and naiads for us to be in the comfort and care of. The fae that would welcome us and protect our love. Our love that grew deep roots and beautiful flowers with no one around to spoil it.

Those were the days that we’d set off without our beloved to the lakes.

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jamiedc-they-them · 3 years

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Sides of a Coin (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: Being Siblings, Trini knows you well enough. However, the problem arises, when you aren’t honest about who you are with everyone you know.

“Come on, baby bro.” You rolled your eyes at your older Twin’s teasing. Sure, some twin’s would find it annoying, you didn’t. You found it endearing, found it kind. Some loved to say that they weren’t like everyone else; an edgy comment. You were like everyone else, just different.

Everyone was, in their own way.

“You good?” She asked, actually stopping and facing you.

You smiled, “Just thinking.” You replied with.

“Didn’t think you had the capabilities for that.” She said with her own smile.

“I have layers.” You argued back.

“Oh yeah, you do stink like an onion.”

You wiped at your eyes that held no tears, “Cry like one, though.”

“The onions make you cry, idiot.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, turning back and walking up the hill.

Your smiled brightened as you followed.

“Besides, you got layers, you just don’t show ‘em. Swear you wanted to punch Ty?”

“I did, but Kim got to him first.”

“I’ve seen you hit someone for less.” She was more cautious this time with those words; almost sympathetic and reflective.

Where you a lost puppy? Not exactly. No, you had friends; hell, you had even made one at your school. One that some people called the Ice Queen. Sure, she seemed like it, but you brought out another side to her.

Her name? Kimberly Hart.

“Surprised you aren’t with your girlfriend.” Trini said, getting ready to do her yoga. You gave her a look, “Right, sorry,” She meant the apology, “Forgot.”

You waved it off, but your mood had shifted, “Forget it. Besides, she’s busy in detention. Punching Ty.” She let out a silent, “Ah” As she went back to her yoga.

You sat yourself on the edge of the rock, allowing yourself to take a breathe. You closed your eyes as you took in the air, taking in the silence and beauty of this new town.

She did her routine, before taking off her headphones, “Let’s go.” You got up and followed her down.

“Hey,” Kim said as she saw you. She had shorter hair, much shorter hair now. If you were honest, it suited her, “Missed you at school today.”

“Missed it, went with Trini, instead.” You were honest with her, “Couldn’t exactly let her fall off the edge, could I?” And the real jokester. She appreciated the humour you brought to her, especially with what had happened with her.

Right now, you may have been the only friend in her life right now. She, genuinely appreciated that you stayed.

“Thanks for coming to pick me up.” She said, as she got into your car.

“Sure thing. Now, where we going?” You asked, turning the key in the ignition.

“Home.” She answered with simply.

You complied, driving in the direction of your friend’s house.

It was a silent drive, with her just running over what had occurred, and you not pushing her.

You pulled up outside, letting her get out in her own time. As she did, she turned back, “You wanna…come in, for a bit?” She asked, almost a little bit nervous about the question.

“Nah, gotta get back to Trini, she wants to go for a walk a bit later.” You had to say, regretfully.

“Oh….well, I’ll see you later, though?” She asked.

You nodded with a smile, “Wouldn’t miss is it for the world, Princess.” She laughed, rolling her eyes and giving you a wave before shutting the door and walking away.

You got home, getting out the car and going upstairs, going past your parents without another word. Seemed that it had been going that way a lot lately.

You knocked on your sister’s door with the knock you both had been using to signal it was you when you were younger. She came to it, ready to go out for the walk.

It was something the two of you did, a ritual of sorts. You would go for that walk and she would do her yoga, both in the day, and in the night.

It was something, it as a break from the monotony. You were with someone that noticed you for who you were, all that you had to offer to the world, not just people (Kim was a genuine friend, you had to admit) who saw – or only allowed themselves to see – one side of you.

However, as she did her yoga, a massive BOOM! Shook the world for a moment. Trini caught herself, quickly reaching out and grabbing you too before you fell off.

“Thanks.” You thanks, catching your breath after almost falling.

“What kind of an older sister would I be if I did?” She asked, smirk on her face.

You shook your head with one as you followed her to the source of the new big bang.

As you saw, it was a bunch of kids, Kim being among them. One that took you by surprise was Jason, a man whose football career had died in a car accident. Why the fuck was he here?

“HEY!” Trini yelled down to them, they all looked up to you both, “You guys looking to get busted or something? This place is a restricted area!”

“Oh, really, Einstein? Restricted? As in, we shouldn’t be standing on crazy rocks doing karate kid moves, right?” One of the ones who name you didn’t know yelled up.

“Alright, stalker.” He laughed, but you could tell it was in a good jest type of thing; in a laid back fashion.

“Yeah, or camping out on old trains. I see you too, homeboy.” Trini said in her own comeback.

The next moment, those ‘crazy rocks’ then collapsed in landslide, seeing yourself and your sister down to join the others.

The rest of it was a blur, you found some coins (yours being Orange), and then a chase occurred, and then a crash.

Now, however, you were back in your bed.

You heard a knock at your door, a specific pattern. It was your sister.

You went to the door, opening it slightly, “What?” You whispered.

She held up her coin; ah, so that’s what this was about.

You let her in, “You ok?” You asked, hands on your hips as she stood in the middle of your room, arms folded.

“I mean, other than confused, yeah. You?” You didn’t fail to notice the quick once over she gave you.

“About the same, really. Others make it?”

“No idea, just know we did.” She said, gesturing with her finger between the two of you.

You ran a hand down your face, “Shit.” You cursed, “Shit.” You said again, having to lean forward for a moment and exhale.

Trini was grabbing you and moving you to the bed before you could continue, “Whatever this is, I’ve got your back, you know that, right?” She promised, giving your hand a loving squeeze.

“Yeah, I got yours too.” You returned it with a smile.

“I know, stupid.” She said as she tapped you on the nose.

“We can try and find them at school?” You said, as if the thought was not even an option before.

“Oh god.” Your sister groaned, leaning back and facing the ceiling, you mimicked her actions.

“How about we both go to school, you do recon, I talk to them? You don’t even have to talk to ‘em? We can’t find them, we’ll go up ourselves, ok?” Trini always admired that about you, how big of a heart you had, how much you cared.

She sighed, “…Ok.”

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You found Kim at school as you entered school. Like she promised, your sister stood in the corner, keeping an ear out.

Like she said, she’d have your back. And, so far, it meant doing this.

“Hey.” You said, jogging to catch up with her.

She paused as you approached her, “Hey, back. You ok? Or…like, remember yesterday at all?” She asked.

“I remember the crash, don’t worry. And, to answer your question, I’m good. Like nothing ever happened. Even if something did.” You answered, trying to keep it on the low down so no one questioned you.

“He’s back,” A student whispered, tapping his friend on the arm and pointing in your direction, “Here he’s only hanging around her to get it in the s –” He never got the finish his sentence, as he was pinned against the locker.

A BANG! Went through the school at his impact, he even made a dent. Kim’s eyes widened. Ok, so it wasn’t just her that had extra strength.

“Hey. Hey.” Kim said, quickly intervening, pulling you away, “He’s a dick. Ignore him.” She told you, holding you back when you went again.

Your sister watched, waiting for a moment to jump in and get involved herself. Part of her wanted to when she saw the cocky look the guy gave you once you were off of him. Somehow, he managed to ignore the massive dent in the lockers. Whatever items he had in there would not look the same after a hit like that.

“Whatever.” You said, taking your arm back from Kim, saying something to her, before walking over to Trini.

The last Kim saw of you, was you walking out with your sister putting an arm around your shoulder in comfort.

“What’d he say?” Trini asked, leading you on another walk to calm you down.

“Apparently, only reason I’m friends with Kim is because I apparently want to…you know.” Trini cringed at the thought of it.

“God. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault, Trini. Hey, you saw that massive dent in the locker, right?” You asked, grabbing her hand as she pulled you up some rocks.

“Sure did. Someone took their breakfast choices seriously this morning.” She joked. You laughed, for once a genuine one.

You continued on your walk, going up to the area where the explosion happened and where you found these coins.

Maybe it’d give you some answers. Maybe show you as to why your emotion was elevated and –

“Maybe why you hit that guy so damn hard he dented the locker?” Your sister guessed.

You paused, “Out loud?”

She nodded with a laugh, “Yup. Guess you never kicked that habit.” She teased. You punched her shoulder lightly. Thankfully, the powers didn’t kick in there.

Still, it lightened the mood a little.

“Ask me, he had it coming to him.” She said, both in an attempt at comfort, but also to voice her own opinion on the matter.

“Think I scared Kim, though…” You drifted off.

Trini paused, turning back to you, “Hey,” She waited until you met eyes with her, “If she can’t handle the fact that you’ve got your own shit going on, then that’s on her, not you. If she can’t see you aren’t just the joker type, then that’s her fault.” She was blunt, but you could be too. That was the thing with twins.

“Hey!” A voice called after you had continued walking for a bit longer. Turning you saw it to be Jason, along with Kim, Zach, and Billy.

Seemed the whole gang had a similar idea to you, then.

“We should figure this out together!” Jason exclaimed to you both.

The two of you shared a look, silently discussing how to move forward.

When you did move it was up the almost 90 degree slope. The two of you scrambled up it, the thing almost turning into a race.

Kim was gaining on you, just behind you. Trini grabbed your arm and helped you up as the two of you kept going.

You both were forced to stop; A) by Kim’s exclamation of just that; and B) as there was a drop that seemed to never end and a jump you didn’t think you’d make.

You both shared, sighed, and turned to the others.

As Kim spoke, she softened her voice, “Just…Just talk to me. You have a coin. We have a coin. We should just talk about this,” Her eyes then went to you, “And about other things too.” You knew what she was referring too.

“I mean, we don’t know what this…” Kim went to continue, but you saw – out of the corner of your eye – that Trini was pissed at the way Kim looked at you. Trini tapped you on the arm, silently telling you to follow her lead.

So, you did, the two of you leaping across the massive jump. Trini made it, landing on her knees. You, meanwhile, rolled.

Trini grabbed you by the strap of your backpack to stop you from rolling further.

“Got you!” She said, hoisting you up.

A laugh then left you, “Didn’t think we’d make that.” You admitted, hands on your knees as you caught your breath.

Trini chuckled, She playfully punched you in the arm, “When have I ever let you down before?” She asked.

She hadn’t, “How much time you got?” But she still rolled her eyes at your joke.

Zach, seemingly finding a thrill in all this, took his jump. Like bowling pins, the two of you were knocked down.

“I just cleaned my jeans, dude!” You groaned as you got up.

Zach put his hand on Trini’s shoe, “Hey, I got them!”

Trini was quick to remove the shoe, “Get off me.”

Trini helped you clean yourself off as you drank from a water bottle. You watched, with amusement, as Jason and Kim jumped over. Kim landed like Trini, on hands and knees, while Jason landed right on his front.

Kim moved to help Jason up as you gave Trini the water bottle.

Then, it was Billy’s turn.

“It’s fun.” Jason said, trying to get the boy to jump.

“It’s such a far jump.” He exclaimed in return. It was fair.

“Hey, Billy!” He looked at you, “If I can make it, so can you. You got this, buddy.” You said in encouragement.

Everyone else joined in after that. You all trying to get the boy over so you could, hopefully, find out just what the fuck was happening.

However, for Trini, she was a bit cautious when she saw the look Kim gave you.

Billy then went for it. Trini stood up, not actually expecting the kid to go for it. You all watched, you and your sister in silence, the others with words of encouragement as he sailed through the air.

He caught himself on the cliffside. You went over, offering him a hand. He took it, as you pulled him up.

“Thanks.” He said to you.

“Course.” You responded, with a genuine smile.

He celebrated, clapping and dancing. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling at it. The smile was whipped the next moment though, as he fell backwards, down the hole.

You all ran over to it, looking down into the seemingly endless abyss.

“Hey, guys, you gotta come down here!” Billy yelled up. You all took a breath of relief. He was ok.

You looked at your sister, eyes having a glint to them, “No.” She ordered, pointing a finger at you, “No, we aren’t doing that.”

Kim laughed, you looked to her, giving her a wink, “See you on the other side.” You said, before jumping down the hole.

You heard your sister yell out a, “No!” but you were already falling.

You hit the water, going down for a moment, before coming back up for air. It was a cave, a giant one, and it had been here this whole time it seemed.

Your sister’s yell made you look up as she and Kim hit the water next to you.

You all looked down, seeing your coins light up the retrospective colours that they were.

You went down, swimming towards something that shimmered in the water. You went to it, putting your hand to it.

What you didn’t expect, was for your had to go through the water. You then seemingly rose through it, being able to breath.

You all looked around at the new surroundings, still seemingly part of the cave.

However, you noticed something, you were sliding.

“Shit –” You tried to say, but you were cut off as you all fell through the water, hitting the floor with a THUD!

“That went well.” You groaned out. You looked up, opening your eyes, seeing Kim offering you a hand. You took it, being brought up.

“Kind of did, huh?” She asked, smile on her face. This was the you she knew.

“Well, we ain’t gonna forget today, huh?” She laughed, breathless.

You continued onward, feeling the walls vibrate as you walked. You stood as a united front at wat appeared to be an entrance.

An entrance to a spaceship.

You all approached it, “Looks like something stronger than Graphene.” You said, putting your hand to the wall of it.

As everyone entered, you saw Kim and Trini looking at you, “What?” You asked, looking mainly at Kim.

“Thought you didn’t pay attention in class?” She asked, with a confused look, but small smile.

“I pay attention, when I haven’t done that studying already.” You answered, passing her and walking in.

As you walked in, Kim turned to Trini, “Is he serious?” She asked.

Trini considered the girl for a moment, before nodding, “Yeah. Should see him when he finds something in that book or another subject, it’s like he’s another person.” She seemed to stress the last part of the sentence, as if to try and get through to the other girl.

Kim just hummed, walking in after you.

You came up into what looked to be the main walkway in the ship, circles with different colours were around the place. It looked alien. Then again, it was.

As you all looked around, your sister put out the option of leaving. Seemingly the path she wanted to take.

You looked around the interior, seeing a tube blink flash a light. Then, the big circles that acted as walls turned. It was as if it was expecting you. The stairs rose to your level. You were trapped.

Or, at least, not through the way you came in. There was a doorway, one lit up.

“Guys, guys wait –” You tried to say, but Kim stopped you.

“Y/N, we need to run!” She said, grabbing your arm and pulling you with her, through the doorway.

And, so you did run.

You ran passed your sister, grabbing Kim’s hand and pulling her into your space; however, you found yourselves with legs open and touching.

“Hey.” She greeted, almost trying to bring humour into the moment to try and help her anxiety.

“Hi.” You replied with. Both you making sure to keep your voices low.

You kept quiet, before you heard a scream. Your sister’s scream.

You – somehow – managed to get out of your hiding spot instantly and ran to help out your twin. Kim was right behind you. There, you all saw a robot – or alien – or thing.

The robot flung Zach and yourself away from the group as you went for aggression. As you hit the ground, you heard your sister call out your name in fear.

Zach was up first, offering you a hand, “Did not go to plan.” He groaned, pulling you up.

“Don’t I know it.” He gave you a pat on the shoulder as you made your way back to the group.

The robot introduced himself as Alpha, and he led you to a massive wall. As you walked, Trini put a hand on your arm and gave you a quick glance over.

“I’m fine.” You assured her, putting your hand on her arm and giving it a squeeze.

She gave you a nod as you walked into the room. It was massive, with what looked to be a moving substance on the wall; made of thousands of cubes.

A face was then revealed on that wall; this was Zordon. And you had set yourselves up for something much bigger than yourselves.

Zordon was exactly pleased, but he had no choice.

You were going to become a team of warriors; Power Rangers.

So, at least you got your answers.

Kim moved back to stand next to you, seeking your hand for comfort.

Your sister, despite the massive talking head, did look back to you and see the hand holding.

She saw you were completely into what Zordon was saying, and not really paying attention.

But she was.

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So, you all had to get used to each other now. That meant not just in the ship, that meant at school too.

You didn’t mind being seen with them, really. It was just…it was hitting too close to home.

“Have you made any friends yet, Y/N?” Your mother asked you as you all sat down for some food.

You took a sip of your water to avoid the question.

“I know what you’re doing. Your sister is ghosting me, you don’t have to either.” She said.

Your sister was looking at you the whole time, gaging your reaction. She could tell that being with that group was helpful in a way, but detriment to you in another.

“I found a group, mum. Trini did too. We’re good, we always were. But, we have other people now.” You answered.

Your mother smiled what was meant to be a genuine one – but you could see there was a tiredness to her look, “That’s great, honey. And, any luck on the girlfriend department?”

You sighed, tired of being asked this constantly. You weren’t interested in that department. But, with your parents – more so mother than father – they were sure you just hadn’t met the right person yet.

Your sister then used her voice, seeing you gripping your fork tightly, “Alright, you want me to talk? Me, Y/N, and four kids from Angel Grove found a spaceship buried underground. I’m pretty sure we’re super heroes.” Trini said it in a bored tone, but she did seem to liven it a little when you looked at your younger brothers; knowing how much they’d enjoy it.

And they did, with their jaws on the floor.

Your mother, however, had that tiredness return. She slammed a cup next to Trini, “Pee in that cup!” she demanded from her older daughter.

“Alright fu- screw this.” You said, standing up and walking away from the table.

“Y/N, come back right now!” Your mother demanded as you grabbed your jacket.

“Going for a walk, mum,” You turned back to her, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hit anyway. I’m gonna go for a walk, maybe scream into the eternal void or something.”

Did you feel bad for leaving Trini behind? Yeah, you did. But, you got a text not long after from her; “I’m not mad about you leaving, do what you need to for you. I dealt with it.” Was what it read.

“Hey there, stranger.” You paused in your walk, turning and seeing Kim approaching you.

You smiled, “Hey, back.” Stopping your movements and letting her catch up with you. It was coming to evening time around now, with the sun setting.

“What you doing out here?” She asked when she finally made it to you.

“What are you doing out here?” You asked back, smirk growing on your face.

Kim chuckled, shaking her head, “I asked first.”

You shrugged, smile softening, “Came here to get away from my parents for a bit. You know how families can be sometimes, right?”

She nodded, “Sure. Mines…normal. But, I’ve seen the many types of them.”

“Yeah, well. I didn’t get the worse of the bunch with parents. But…I don’t know. Just need a break sometimes from them, you know?”

She nodded, “You could always show them your new powers, show them how you feel.”

“I’m not committing murder, Kim.” She laughed again.

“Speaking of showing them –” You knew where this was going.

“Yeah…The school thing. Listen, I – uh, I’m sorry for bailing on you when that happened.”

“I was worried about you, I’ll be honest. I mean, I’ve never seen you like that, before. Never seen you that…angry.” She sounded concerned, even now.

“I’ve never seen you hit a guy, either. There’s a lot about both of us…or, any of us, really, that we don’t know.”

“Why hide it, though?” She asked, as if she hadn’t one the same thing. But, still, a valid question.

You shrugged, “To keep some sort of fame in high school? Maybe – maybe because you’d want a knew start.” You tried to be as vague as possible.

She tilted her head, “How’d you mean?” She asked.

“Don’t matter –”

“It does.” She insisted. She seemed to not want to give up. She seemed to want to get to know you on a deeper level.

“It’s not great stuff, Kim.”

“I fucked up too. Hurt one of my friends. Texted an image out. They kicked me out the group.” She admitted, looking at the sunset.

“Guess we ain’t all as clean as we thought, huh?” You gave a chuckle, but there was no humour behind it. No joy with it.

Kim’s eyes seemed to shift in emotion; going from a kind of sympathetic look, to an understanding look with something else under the surface.

The next moment, that other emotion was made known as she leant forward and slammed her lips into your own.

You were taken aback, but she grabbed your shoulders as she deepened the kiss. Keyword: she. You made no action to deepen it.

It was all her, but you still acted as if you liked it; you were good at that after all, pretending.

She pulled away, smile on her face; you slowly returned it with your own.

She gave a satisfied nod, and a wink, before disappearing into the sunset. Leaving you stood there, frozen.

You were quick to return home after that.

When you did, it was night time. Everyone was in bed. Well, everyone who didn’t have super powers.

“You were gone a while,” Trini said, making you jump as you spun around and saw her turning on your bedroom light.

“You scared me.” You put your hand to your chest to try and calm your racing heartbeat down.

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, you scared me. Consider us even.” She always could have a bite to her words when she needed them.

“Sorry, Trin, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” She patted the bed, “Come sit.” You did so.

There was silence for a few minutes as you both laid down, facing the ceiling, “Kim paid me a visit, seemed almost nervous.”

You looked at her, “Really?”

“Yeah, asked me if I’d be cool if you two became a…thing,” Uh-oh, “So, you never told her?”

You sighed, “It never came up.”

“So…your preferences of a partner, or the fact that you don’t want one in that way never came up? In a school full of horny teenagers?” She even raised an eyebrow; seemed the reliable big sister who calls you out when you fuck up was coming out to play now.

“Remember when we did? When we talked about it. Or, when I talked about mine? People were call with your one, mine not so much. Look where it got us.” You justified it as.

“But it’s a part of you. It’s part of your identity. I own mine, you should own yours too.”

“The angry part that got us here?”

She hit you on the arm, “You know which part I mean…You want me to tell her?” Now this was big, your sister offering to do that for you.

“You’d do that?”

She looked confused, “Why wouldn’t I? You did something similar for me. Might not be as…like, generous or charming when I do it, but if you need my help, you know I’ve got your back.”

As you went to argue the point you made previous, she put up a finger to stop you, “Now, get some rest, got training tomorrow. I’ll be here until you fall asleep. Gotta get my own beauty sleep after all.”

You chuckled slightly, before closing your eyes.

You were so glad you had your sister by your side.

Training got more and more aggressive with you and your sister. You and her could always fight when needed, and it definitely showed here. You both seemed to know what the other was going to do in a matter of seconds, going to block it. It was as if you were both aware of the choreography.

When it came to the others, you would both be able to mostly win with the others.

However, they saw that determined side come out as well. How, whenever they’d win – not that you were a saw loser – it would push you to throw yourself into more training.

With Kim, she was the one that seemed to match you in quickness. She seemed to be able to read you, even giving you a smirk before your fights. It would be a quick one, and a mixed back on who would come out on top.

It gave her the wrong messages, ones that your sister did try to get her to understand.

The first instance of that was at the café, after they had fought over the food. It was nice, Trini liked the girl and saw a friend in her, despite her reservations.

However, she still remembered why she called the girl here, “So, how are you and Y/N getting on?” She asked, drinking her coffee.

Kim shrugged, “Taking it slow.” She answered.

“You like him?”

“I – I mean…I think so? I…If I had to choose, it’d be between Jason and him. They’re both great guys.” Trini couldn’t help but nod, she had known you longer – obviously – but Jason had his merits.

“I think Y/N would want you to go for Jason.” Kim looked confused.

“Wait, why?”

“That’s his story to tell. It’s got nothing against you, though. He just…doesn’t feel that way…” She wasn’t entirely sure how to let her down easily.

“But…he let me kiss him.”

“Did he kiss back?” Kim knew the answer to that one.

When it came to Kim at training, she seemed to be in analysis mode.

“Trying to size me up?” You teased, throwing a punch that she blocked easily.

“In a way.” She said in return, but there wasn’t that spark to it. She flipped you over.

“Ok. Someone’s extra fiery today…You wanna tell me what’s up?” You asked you got up.

She didn’t answer right away, “…Could we talk about it at the bonfire tonight?”

You nodded, “Sure.”

Billy had been able to morph for a moment, the purest of you doing…whatever needed to be done for it to occur.

It only showed you guys were getting closer, you were being freer with each other.

You were becoming…almost…friends.

You all sat at the campfire, the thing crackling as you all laughed and exchanged deep secrets. Trini had told hers, of the troubles with your parents and her partners.

The others all saw how you put your hand on hers for a moment, as she interlocked the fingers and gave them a squeeze in thanks.

It was the most open they had seen her be, even if a small gesture.

Then it came to you.

“You don’t have to –” Trini said, voice soft and concerned.

You shook your head, “It’s ok. They deserve to know,” You then turned your gaze to the others as you spoke, “There was this girl in school. I liked her, just not in that way. She – let’s just say she didn’t take it lightly. Found a guy right away, big guy. He and his crew came after me. One thing led to another, Trini and I are a little bruised…but, that group was worse. Last thing that happened before we moved here.” You gave a condensed version, not wanting to go into details.

As the news settled on everyone, you only looked at the fire as your sister asked a pivotal question.

Where you guys even friends?

You went on a longer walk, this time in the early hours of the morning, figuring it would be the best time to get your mind cleared of a lot of things. You had an inkling that Kim knew about why you didn’t kiss back, you were just unsure of her reaction.

Did she hate you for not telling you that or what had led to you and Trini coming home? Did the others not trust you any more.

Those questions raced through your mind as you sat on the hill, overlooking the city.

You looked at your phone as it chimed. However, as you went to check it, it vibrated, a phone call.

Your sister’s ID appeared on the screen. You answered it immediately, “Trin?” You asked, concerned as to why she would be calling at this hour.

“Can – can we meet?” She was normally easy with words, even if not many. She was gasping for breath. She was scared.

“Where are you?” Was your only question.

You had met her at her desired place, the grounds of the football field. She explained to you (and the others, when they arrived) what had happened; Rita had found her and threatened her to kill her whole family if she didn’t keep a secret and/or join her. That secret was that the end was coming, that Rita was coming the next day.

However, there was a spark of hope, a dockyard where you could maybe get the upper hand.

As you went there, that turned out to be false.

You all ended up tied to one of the boats by ropes, held by her will. As she passed you, she grabbed you by the chin, “Ah, Orange, always my favourite. Always had the most personality to them.” She said, laughing as she heard Trini growl, “And always close to Yellow. Oh well, maybe baby brother will be the one to take the fall.”

It was worse than that, though, as it was Billy who suffered that fate.

You were all released, and all finally came together as you lifted the poor boy out of the water. Kim then knelt near him, putting two fingers to his neck.

But she was the one who called it, he was gone.

Trini took a step back, and saw you frozen, tears in your eyes and wanting nothing more than to fall. She too felt the weight of this, but her instincts were kicking in. You were hurting, and you needed some form of comfort.

You were almost passive on the walk back to base, tears going down your face.

You were pretty much absent during the talk, just stuck in your own world.

Trini continued to hold your hand as you jumped down into the water, even that didn’t snap you out of it.

She continued to hold it as you entered the base, laying Billy’s body on the ground.

She then met the eyes of Kim, the other woman siting on the stairs, listening to Jason as he took the blame. As soon as Trini had tried to get her silent message across to the girl, she then gave her pledge that she would easily give her life for any of the group, but her eyes went to you by instinct.

You were her little brother, that shit would be true without it being said. Still, she gave your hand a squeeze to try and help the words sink in and try and help you not drown in your thoughts.

You let out a happy sound at seeing Billy come back from the dead, genuinely happy and in a different sense of shock.

As you tried to control yourself, Kim entered your vision. She couldn’t help the smile on her face, but it softened as she met your eyes.

That attraction she held before was still there, but there was also a look of understanding as well, “I – uh, I know this isn’t the greatest time. But, I wanted to apologise, I shouldn’t have kissed you…”

You shook your head, small, almost sad, chuckle leaving your mouth before you spoke, “I shouldn’t have led you on…Should’ve told you, I’m sorry.”

She nodded, “It’s ok. You had your reasons. I wouldn’t say you strung me along. I just…didn’t see it, either. I’m glad I’ve gotten to know the real you, Y/N.” She said, sincerely.

“Flaws and all?”

“Flaws and all.”

“I can still joke, you know?” She smiled at it, shaking her head.

“I can tell. So, what do you say, friends?” She asked, holding out her hand.

You nodded with a massive smile, shaking the hand, “Friends.”

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You were now suited up, and going up to face Rita’s henchmen. You were all in sync, jumping off of one another as if it was nothing. You were a team. You had an understanding with one another.

You made it to the top, jumping over the edge and continuing the assault. Trini rolled over your back as you slammed a creature into the ground. As she went over, she kicked one about to punch you, blocking the punch and slamming her fist into the side of the creatures – named Putties – head.

She looked back to you, despite the helmets and visors, you could tell she was grinning, “Got your back.” She teased, before moving on.

You punched another, throwing it into it’s friend.

You all pushed up, before the tables started to be turned, and you started to be turned back.

You were pushed back to the edge of the cliff. You knew you’d all stay together, though, until the end. You were loyal. You were a fighter.

Zack’s zord saved you all in the nick of time, piling on top of your enemies.

Your visors all retracted as you looked at the fight in the city.

It was zord time.

You could be fearless when needed, and you definitely needed it as you all rushed into said city. Your zord was like Trini’s, a fast one that prowled the streets.

You seemed to get to grips with it fairly quickly.

You were adaptable.

You swung your tail around, smacking into the horde that was coming towards you. As you looked ahead, you saw some going to Trini’s Zord.

“Trin, you trust me?” You asked, over the comms.

“Always.” Was her response.

At it, you fired your lasers, watching as the putties all exploded at the impact.

You swung it around again, the tail hitting more. You let out a war cry; you could be angry too when needed.

With it all seemingly said and done. That just left the big guy; Goldar.

You all lined up. However, as you all psyched yourself up, you saw more Putties in the distance.

“We can’t fight Goldar and the putties at the same time.” Jason said, knowing that it was the only truth in this situation.

“Someone has to go.” Said Zach.

“But it’s suicide.” Kim morbidly reminded you all.

There was a silence as you all let it sync in.

Then –

“I’ll do it.” You said.

“No –” Trini instantly went to talk you out of it, but you continued.

“Look, you guys can handle him, ok? I need to get the putties away from those people. Trust me.” You seemed almost calm.

That was another thing about you, you were brave.

Brae until the end.

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It was over, they had one. It was all silent. The people had dispersed, it was just their giant zord left standing tall.

As soon as she could be, Trini was out, calling out your name and trying you on the comms, nothing came of it.

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, her anxieties off the chart. She was thankful for the visor on her helmet being blacked out, it meant that no one could see the worry.

She had let you go, alone. She knew how you two could be, how you both were as stubborn as the other.

The older was meant to go first.

She found your zord, finding it smoking and trashed.

She ran, as fast as she thought she had in her life, ever.

She climbed up your zord, calling out your name. She found you, visor covering your face, but you weren’t moving. There were scorch marks on your armour, and the glass of your zord had cracked.

She dragged you from it, hands going to your helmet.

“How – how do I get this off?!” She was panicking, forgetting the button on the side that would unlock the visor.

She finally found it, and was met with your eyes closed and your body limp.

Tears pooled her hers, and she let out a wail.

You were gone, you weren’t coming back.

They had won, but at a cost.

But, at least they had gotten to know the real you. The one that they hadn’t known existed.

They had met the hero you actually were.

#trini kwan imagine #trini kwan x reader #power rangers imagine #power rangers x reader

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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14. Smoke

Tom tries to get his voice to sound less humiliating by picking up an old vice of his; smoking. The Ink Demon does not approve. “N-not because I CARE about him, you idiots!” He just thinks Tom’s new voice is too funny to destroy with smoke. (Set in the FIFE AU after Tom’s Bargain, AKA: “If it bites, curses, claws, and hisses, It’s very unwise to ask it for wishes”)

The Ink Demon glared at the wolf disapprovingly as he grabbed the lighter.

“You know, Allison’s gonna be soooo heartbroken when she finds out you picked up THAT old habit again…”

Thomas rolled his eyes and reached for the notepad, only to be betrayed by it as it was too full of his concepts for an ink proof prison to hold Sammy in and keep him from escaping. There wasn’t even a single bit of space left for a single word for him to write.

“Well, c’mon big guy! Use your mouth-words!” The Demon crossed his arms, looking like a mother scolding a child. “If you’re gonna go through alllllll the trouble of SUMMONING A %@^&ING DEMON LORD WHO’D KILL US ALL WITHOUT HESITATION BEHIND OUR BACKS, you might as well use the fancy new voice box he gave you!”

“I down't wawnt tuwu tawk wight now.” Thomas growled as he saw the demon smile in that way where it was obvious he was holding back laughter out of the corner of his eye, only to snap back into his angry/disapproving pose when he turned to look at him. “i'm nowt in the mood fow iwt.”

The mechanic grabbed the pack of cigarettes and walked out of the house, hoping to put enough distance between himself and the nagging demon to actually hear himself think.

When he thought he’d walked far enough, he leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, took a cigarette out of the pack, and lit it up.

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Smoking with a wolf’s muzzle was weird and kinda hard, especially since he wasn’t used to doing it. He was half expecting to accidentally swallow a few as canine instinct mistook them for food. He was definitely expecting the coughing fits, and was expecting them to be bad as since he was a cartoon, his actions and the ways the environment interacted with him tended to be exaggerated at times that he felt were inconvenient.

“Fuck uwu Sammy Wawwence…” He grumbled under his breath as he lit up his sixth one. “Fuck uwu, youw dewusions of gwandew, youw stupid, god awfuw shape-shifting abiwities, youw cowawdwiness, awnd whatevew the fuck awwowed uwu tuwu be capabwe of doing ovew hawf the shit uwu've done duwing this… nightmawe!”

“HEEEEEY TOMMY!”

The wolf gritted his teeth as he heard the sound of a large inkwell rolling towards him at high speeds, and was tempted to punt it away when it rolled around in a circle and landed upright, but the exhausted looking cartoon demon popped out of there *just* has he had his kick ready and primed for it.

“I…*huff* finally found you! Jeez Louise, would it kill ya ta hear a guy out before storming off?! Oh that’s right! It will.”

The wolf raised an eyebrow.

“Look, smoking as a human’s bad and all that jazz, smoking as a toon is also technically bad, but only in the sense we only show villains smoking so when you smoke, you’re saying “Look at me! I’m a terrible person.” get yourself some cigarettes made of ink and you’ll get some glares, but nothing worse than that. As for smoking normal, non-ink cigarettes meant for HUMAN consumption’s even worse for you as a toon! Look at yourself, you’re made of INK! You’re flammable as *%#@, the only reason why you haven’t sentenced yourself to death by being fired up from the inside out is because you got lucky!”

“Nice twy asshowe, uwu cawwed 'wowf' too many goddamned times, how duwu I know if uwu'we tewwing the twuth ow nowt?? I suwe as heww can’t!”

“Well, I’ve been HELPING everyone as much as I can!” The demon clenched his fists. “I get it! I’m ‘Drew’s demon-son’ and ‘we’re just two sides of the same *@#^ing lying coin’ and all that $#*!... But unlike Drew, I’ve been trying to make this right!”

“Uwu duwu know thawt uwu'we the weason why I was despewate enough tuwu gow tuwu him in the fiwst pwace, wight?”

“Huh?”

“Inky, I twied tuwu awsk uwu fow my body bawck, whewn uwu wefused, I asked fow a body simiwaw tuwu my owd owne, I wouwd've settwed fow being a cawtoon if I stiww wooked somewhat human wike Susie does! Heww, I wouwd have settwed fow uwu juwst giving me my VOICE bawck! But duwu uwu know whawt uwu did instead?”

“...What did I do then?”

“Uwu said no tuwu aww of thawt awnd instead of coming fowwawd with the twuth uwu juwst made excuses at evewy tuwn awnd couwdn't even wook me in the eyes whewn uwu made thewm. Awnd duwu uwu know why? Because uwu awnd I both uwu thawt uwu wike seeing me wike thiws: as 'youw cweation'...” The mechanic got up in the demon’s face and jabbed his finger into his chest. “Inkweww Bendamnin Dwew, uwu'we nowt doing thiws because uwu wawnt us tuwu be bettew, uwu'we doing thiws because uwu wawnt us tuwu be YOUWS instead of JOEY’S.”

“I... Well... you’re ri-” The demon’s shocked and somewhat guilty expression fell into a frown. “If I’m such a ‘Joey Drew 2.0′, then why would you turn to SAMMY *%#@ING LAWRENCE of all people!? I’ll admit that this whole reformation thing was a lot harder than I thought, but Sammy hates your guts and I’m convinced the only reason why he doesn’t try to kill you is because he think’s death’s too good for you or something!”

“I didn't know thawt thawt was Sammy's summoning ciwcwe, wituaw, whatevew. I didn't even make the connection thawt the cocky, weiwdwy fwiwtatious, cannibawistic fish demon thawt wiked tuwu wiwe me up because he couwd was the same entity as the masked woony ink monstew thawt wouwd apowogize tuwu a stwangew if they pouwed soup own him.”

“...I’m Sorry...”

“Huh?”

“Everything you said about me was right,” The Ink Demon fidgeted with his gloves nervously. “I was being childish and greedy and I’m sorry that I hurt you when I was only thinking about myself and what I wanted from this new situation. I was so focused on the fact I was making new bodies so that people wouldn’t be suffering in their current ones, I never once stopped and asked myself if the bodies I made made them happy too.”

“Wow...” The wolf stared at the demon in a subtle mix of pride and awe. “Thawt's actuawwy weawwy matuwe of uwu tuwu say. I down't even think thawt joey wouwd even get those fiwst two wowds out of hiws mouth, wet awone twy tuwu expwain whewe he went wwong.”

“But don’t forget that YOU *#@$ed up here too!” The Ink demon jabbed Tom in the chest twice as hard as he did to him. “The reason why everyone in the crazy inky town hates your guts is because in addition to your involvement with the ink machine, your whole ‘lone wolf’ thing makes you impossible to work with! Allison TRIES to get other people involved in her ‘lets kidnap a mentally unstable searcher’ plots, when she’s here, she interacts with the people around her! You just lock yourself up and do things behind everyone’s backs! Can’t you at LEAST run some of your ideas through someone else before doing them? I’ve seen the blueprints for your torture machine/prison and I gotta say, even if I was still an excellent super villain demon lord at the time of seeing that $#*!: NO. That’s WAY too far! I don’t even think that’s the slightest bit ethically sound and it’s 100% a violation on privacy, even for a creature that’s in a hive mind. Seriously: Talk. To. Other. People. You. Edgy. &!*^#.”

“...In hindsight; I shouwd've at weast asked Buddy whawt he summoned in the studio awnd why he did thawt instead of juwst bwindwy doing dangewous shit awn my own...”

The wolf grumbled as he blew out a puff of smoke.

“That’s the spirit! Now come with me, I think I know a way to get your voice deep and gravelly without you turning yourself into smoked wolf brisket.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #Thomas Conner #ink demon #on model ink demon #batim fife au #ink demonth #fanfic #tw smoking

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once―had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

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