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#i need post warzone game so hard
thelonelyempath · 1 year
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M!Crush x F!Reader: Subtle (NSFW)
18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
THEME: Smut
WARNING(s): Vibrator, Public Play, Public Orgasm, Rough Sex, PiV Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cum, Squirting, Post Orgasm Torture
This was a request, but I somehow lost the ask. So whoever's anon this was, here ya go!
It felt like roses. Too bad you couldn't react, though. Not outwardly, at least. On the inside, you were in heaven. You and C/N were hanging out with a few of C/N's friends, so he of course took this as an opportunity to play with those vibrating panties he bought you.
"You good, Y/N?" Josh asked, noticing how "away" you were. "Y/N?"
"Huh?" you gasped, frantically trying to make it look like everything was normal and nothing at all was out of the ordinary.
"Yeah, babe." C/N chimed in, smirking ever so slightly. "You good?"
"Oh...yeah. I'm fine. I'm just- mmm- just tired." you lied.
You shot your boyfriend a piercing glare, to which his smirk grew more sinful.
"See, babe." he said, very subtly pressing a button on the remote in his pocket to increase the intensity. "This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM watching TikToks."
You were trying your damndest. You almost couldn't handle it. God, what would Josh and Eric think if you had an orgasm right here in front of them? They'd think you were insane and would never want to associate with you again. You looked at C/N, silently begging him with your eyes to turn down the intensity. He was just being mean at this point.
A few more hours passed. These hours were filled with talking, laughing, video games, and your boyfriend randomly stopping and starting the vibrator. How the hell could his friends not hear it buzzing around down there? Perhaps their gamer rage was too loud for them to notice. Either way, you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to either get off now, or get home so C/N could fuck your brains out. Feigning illness was cliche, but you needed an out.
"Babe, I don't feel good." you whined, leaning against the wall, trying so hard to not climax.
C/N looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew exactly what you were trying to do and how close you were.
"Aw, do you need me to take you home, love?" he played along with your fake affliction, turning off the vibrator.
"I think so."
He walked over to you and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to "check your temperature".
"You're a little warm." he said. "We're gonna head out, guys. Y/N's not feeling well."
They said their goodbyes and whatnot before C/N took you by the hand and walked you out to the car. To make it look more believable, you pretended to be fatigued by grabbing onto his arm and leaning on him. Immediately after getting in the car, the facade was dropped.
"Couldn't handle it, huh?" he teased you, turning the car on.
"I didn't want to cum in front of your friends!" you quipped back.
"They were so deep in Warzone, babe. They wouldn't have noticed if you squirted right on Eric's bed."
"Ew."
"Oh don't act like you didn't like it, love. You were so close to cumming so many times that I could practically feel your legs shaking."
Your face went beet red. C/N, with his eyes focused on the road, noticed this and laughed.
"You're so cute when I get you all worked up." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.
He turned the vibrator back on, keeping it on for the duration of the drive home. Once again, roses. It was just the two of you in the car, so you didn't have to hide it anymore.
"Ohhh..." you breathed in pleasure. "goddddd..."
Driving over all those speed bumps was only increasing the pleasure. With his arm outstretched and his hand on the wheel, you couldn't help but notice his muscles. Those sexy fucking muscles. You wished they were holding you against the wall or down on the bed right now.
"Yeah you think it feels good now, babe." C/N said pompously. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name when we get home."
God, even hearing him talk was getting you closer to the edge. His voice was so smooth, so saucy. If butter could speak, it would have his voice.
"Fuck..." you panted.
Another speed bump. This one made your legs quiver.
"You want to cum so bad, baby." C/N observed in a low-toned voice. "I can see it."
"Then fucking let me cum!" you snapped.
"Whoa!" he snapped back at you, pulling into the driveway. "You better watch the attitude or I'm gonna edge you into next week, you little brat."
You rolled your eyes, but you secretly loved when he was dominant like this. You were so goddamn close. You were barely hanging on by a thread. And he was enjoying every second of the torture he was inflicting on you.
"You want to cum? Fine." he said. "But as soon as we get inside, princess, you better cancel everything you've got going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk."
Finally, you broke. His words produced an intense, powerful orgasm. You whimpered as your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your head. After a little bit of aftershock, C/N turned off the vibrator, allowing you to breathe for a second.
"You have no idea what you just did, pretty girl." he smirked.
After you both got inside and he led you by the hand to the bedroom, you felt his energy shift. Dom mode was activated. His lips violently attacked yours and he couldn't keep his hands off of your body. You moaned into his mouth as your hands ran through his hair.
"Oh, baby." he breathed. "I'm about to fuck you so good you can't see straight. Strip."
You did as you were told and undressed. He was eager. Eager enough to unhook your bra with his teeth. Once you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed and got on top of you, attacking your neck with his mouth. He left dark hickeys all over your neck as his hands played with your breasts. He was not gentle at all, slapping them around and squeezing them hard enough to leave marks around your nipples. You loved it, especially when he took them in his mouth. His teeth scraping against your nipples felt incredible. It hurt, but in the best way. You couldn't help but moan here and there as his mouth assaulted you.
"I can't believe you're all mine." he said, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps. "My own sexy little fucktoy."
He slid his boxers off and you watched his erection spring free. He was practically throbbing, he was so hard.
"Ride me, princess." he commanded, positioning himself to where you could do so. "Reverse cowgirl."
He wasn't on his back. He was sitting up, leaning his back against the headboard. You got yourself to where you could lower yourself down onto his cock with your back turned to him. Upon feeling him enter you, you moaned again for him. His dick was magical. When you first started having sex with him, you expected to have to fake one or two orgasms every now and then, but your boyfriend had never failed to make you cum.
"That's it, babygirl. Let me stare at your ass while I fuck you."
He had his hands on your hips, rapidly maneuvering them back and forth. As he did so, you started to bounce. It felt amazing. He gave your ass a few sharp smacks, which only added to the pleasure.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" you moaned. "C/N!"
"That's right, kitten." he said between his own moans. "You belong to C/N and C/N only. No one else can make your pussy feel this good."
He was right. He wasn't your first, but holy hell, nobody else was able to make you feel the way he made you feel. The day he stopped being able to make you cum would be the day the world stopped turning. With each and every thrust of his cock inside you, you felt all of the negative energy leave you.
"Lean back for me, baby."
You leaned back against his chest, allowing him to thrust upward into you. His cock was brushing your g-spot, which made your eyes roll back. It was ecstasy.
"Your pussy's so fucking wet." he said through clenched teeth. "Feels so good on my cock."
He used his hand to rub circles on your clit, which made you whimper. Everything just felt so fucking good. The combination of his dick pounding into you, your g-spot being touched, and him fingering your clit was beyond belief.
"Yeah," he grunted. "feels good, doesn't it, baby?"
"Mmmm yes!" you could hardly contain yourself.
You never wanted it to end. You were in heaven right now. Your toes curled as you knew you were starting to get close to your high. If he had been fucking you any harder, you would have already come all over his cock.
"Oh god fuck!" you wailed as your body shook.
"Cumming already, princess?" your boyfriend teased, his husky groans and grunts getting deeper and more primal. "Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me."
And just like that, you were screaming. You swear to god you went deaf for a second as you came undone, your juices gushing and spraying everywhere. Your body was so tense. But C/N wasn't done yet. He wasn't gonna stop until he was finished. He continued to pound into you, giving you some painful aftershock. It hurt, but it felt amazing. You couldn't stop twitching, which was making it so much better for him. After a few more big thrusts, his cock started to twitch inside you, signaling to you that he was about there.
"Fuck, baby." he gasped. "Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna fucking cum, baby!"
Then he let go with a series of deep grunts. You felt his hot liquid shoot into you as he pulsated inside you. After you both took a second to catch your breath and come down, you rolled to his side as he pulled out, his milky cum leaking out of your hole.
"Holy fuck, babe!" he smiled, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."
"It was amazing, baby." you responded, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. You drive me fucking insane with how incredible you are."
You blushed as he kissed your cheek, pulling you into him to cuddle. With your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, you wanted to stay like this forever. Everything was perfect.
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odusseus-xvi · 7 months
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Reading posts and comment about Forever and Baghz' relationship on here and it seems all of the problems are on Forever's side. Because if you watch Baghz'... They don't exist !! (Just in case, I'm happy that most posts tallking about it are at least very cordial on here. I'm not going on Twitter cause it must be a warzone but I'm talking about here)
She doesn't include him in anything anymore and spends all her time with BBH !
Well first of all if that was the case, there is nothing wrong with that, AND that is fully untrue. It's not premaditated, I don't know if you've noticed but recently, she has been much less able to log on, and tonight is actually her last QSMP stream for a WHILE for external projects (hoping she gets kidnapped, give her LORE), so of course she is gonna see him less. Not only that but she is also going to bed more early for health reasons, and Forever tends to log on later than usual, and arrives around the times she wants to go to sleep. So incidentally, she sees him less. On The other hand BBH is here when she is, so of course she sees him more.
They just need to be sincere with Forever and everything will be okay again.
Yes. She already is. Except when she is, a small vocal part of the community jumps on her. She is sincere, she is an actual friend when she says that she thinks Forever's doing things wrong. She is also suportive of him. She said on her stream how hard the position must be. And actually, if you think about it, Forever might be the one not really sincere. Yesterday Forever told her that he was trying his best to please everyone, she answered "Yes, I know, it must very hard..." and she got cut off by him saying "Not it's actually very easy." She was then surprised, as this was evidently not what was happening. Then Forever says "Hey, if you have criticism, tell me", and then she did. She explained what she thought he was doing wrong. But then people come and say it's because "they don't understand Forever's projects because of the language barrier". No. No I can tell you they do, they just don't agree with them. And again, she doesn't "only sides with BBH anymore", it's just that one of her friends come and tell her "I'm not feeling fine, things are going terribly", and the other comes to tell her "Hey things are going perfectly :D", so obviously she'll worry more about the guy that's explicitely looking for support. I can tell you if Forever were actually honest, and came and told her "I feel alone and isolated, I'm not sure if what I'm doing will please everyone" she would gladly help him.
They are constantly critical of Forever's work.
Yes. Because they don't agree with him. Again, I think you forgot that when the election were here, her main point was that she doesn't want a president, that she dislike this idea, and she doesn't want them to play into the federation's games. All the things Forever is doing. "let's add laws that are punishable by prison", To her that is literally what the federation is asking for. So obviously she won't like that. And again, she is conscious that Forever is doing his best, she said in rp that she is worried for Forever because it's a very hard position to be in. But again whe she asks Forever about it he says "Oh it's going perfectly fine :D Don't complain, I'm doing things ! People complained I wasn't doing anything !". She said she was happy he tried to please everyone, and that she would help if he asked for it. He didn't. He said "If you have criticism, go for it". And when she did he explained his project for the hundreth time, and she explained for the hundreth time that she felt like it had flaws.
She's hiding things !
No. No she isn't. I can tell you : She isn't. She never hid anything to anyone. Except the location of Jaiden's home. You can respect this secret right ? Not ony that but she has ADHD. She tends to forget to do things pretty easily. SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE LORE ! EVERYTHING SHE LEARNS IS THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE WHO MOST OF THE TIME ALREADY TOLD FOREVER.
TLDR :
All of those problems Forever is making up. they didn't isolate him, he isolated himself. HE is the one that broke all of his waystones and made a gap around his base. HE is the one saying they keep secrets from him when they don't. Would he talk about with them, they would listen, but they just don't know he thinks that because they don't do those things.
Another note : Baghera talked about how she heavily disliked how early people assigned her and Forever as a duo. She said that she obviously loved him, and that he was a dear friend, but she felt like they tried to pressure her into spending all her time with him instead of everyone. Like she said herself, depending on what I want to do there is plenty of people I like to go : I love theorising with BBH because he has an interesting intel, when I want to goof around I go to Foolish, when I want to banter I go to Forever, when I want to do nothing and just bullshit arond I go to Antoine etc. And sometimes I just see who comes to me. I'm not further away from Forever, we are just on our own projects at the moment. Just because you want me to constantly be by Forever's side doesn't mean I have to. In the future they will probably be times where our projects and timetables will more coincide and we will be much more together again. But I have other things too.
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plutopitou · 1 year
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◇ Crimson Comet
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keigo takami | hawks x female reader
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genre: nsfw smut, angstyyy
He comes and goes like a reoccurring comet in the sky that you admire. A constant game of push and pull; you’ll do anything for him to not leave you again. And Keigo just can’t say no to his pretty girl on her knees begging | 18+ MDNI
word count: 2.8k
warnings: he’s mean again haha but not really. Thigh/boot riding, smut, throat fucking, reader cries and is needy and desperate, dumbification :o angsty storyline- keigo has commitment issues
thank you guys so much for the response on my first post last week, hope you enjoy this one as well ♡
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He almost makes it to the edge of the door before you pool yourself to the ground in front of him, falling like a tower of bricks. Tears are dripping faster than your heart down the sides of his boots, laminating the hard leather shoe, giving the moon an opportunity to reflect back at you from the chill of the open window. The ambiance overwhelming the room perfectly with your sorrowful fervor.
Whimpering, clutching on the thick fabric of his pants, so close you can smell the faint scent of linen and fresh air, air he glides through with ease; a comet in your sky.
You don’t want him to pass you by like the rest of them.
Past partners disappointing you to no end; consistently leaving you to the dust as if you never mattered and can’t give enough to satisfy when you gave them everything you had. Your heart pinches with the thought of him being a past memory, not wanting to let go as if he’ll immediately disappear. You will give every material item, every part of your body for his to own to just stay.
The winged hero is a very passionate person when he needs to be, when it’s short term. A type of skill that had to be learned. Feigning a type of emotion was almost easier than presenting it naturally, losing his real sense of zealousness many years ago.
However with you, he found his smiles to be something that did not come as a second thought. Finding himself feel a sense of accomplishment and joy whenever he saw the corners of your lip quirk up in laughter from his many quick-witted jokes. He knew from how quick his heart paced when he glazed his eyes down your withering body underneath him buzzing for more that you make him genuine.
He sees how much your eyes light up in excitement when he comes through the balcony, counting on him as if he was your boyfriend.
But he just loves to dangle the candle connected to your heart in front of you and tease snuffing it out just to see your face, his sadistic nature always coming to fruition. He just isn’t sure how long he can keep it up before he disappoints you, he is trying to do you a favor. The best thing is to abandon your purity before the stain can never come out.
And the truth being he is not your boyfriend. Someone that comes and goes for weeks at a time is not a partner, and it is reminded to Keigo every day. But you make it so hard for him to stay away when you beg like this.
The golden locked man doesn’t dare speak a word, eyes drooping in exhaustion watching you plead and beg for him to stay. A warzone in his soul fighting the threshold of satisfaction he gets from seeing you beg so beautifully below him with a twinge of pain in his heart that never goes unnoticed. Pushing your hair back he wants to see your face in its glory, looking up at him like a shrine, completely flushed out, tears flowing down swollen lips he would kill to fuck in this moment.
Rubbing his large, glove covered hand over your lustrous cheeks, thumb over your lips, Keigo wanted to let you down softly. “Sweet girl, you know I can’t do this anymore, we’ve been over this..” He can’t help but puff a soft sigh, not halfway finished before he watches the dam in your weary eyes spill over even more, digging your head in his hand trying to cover up your hiccups of sorrow.
You sit back on your calfs completely drained, wiping your eyes trying to stabilize your uneven breath. “K-Kei.. please don’t leave me-”
Because you weren’t sure he would come back this time.
Keigo crouches down just above eye level looking down at your weeping figure as if you’re a child, analyzing just how bad you want it with a sharp, stoic stare. He’s always had an aptitude for how heavy his gaze can be, it makes you shuffle in discomfort and want to turn away in insecurity. His large vermilion wings downturned behind him trying not to give away his next move.
You avoid the set of eyes on his handsome face, choosing to look at his sharp nose, or the light unshaven stubble on his chin. Your head pondering the possibility of him staying, what do you have to do?
Finally, you stare back at him longingly, swiftly trying to move close for a kiss but before you fill the gap, he clutches your jaw harshly with a single hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process. Not once sharing a kiss together, he was taken aback, giving you a gut reaction.
He can very clearly see your miserable, devestated face, knowing just how much you’d give up for him. The golden-eyed man revels in your submissive nature, and deep down he knows he’s a poisonous plant you have to stop eating from because you think it’s safe.
How many times did he have to remind you of that?
This is exactly what he didn’t want. He didn’t want you to give up the last ounce of respect you have for yourself in exchange for his love, for his attention. But there is no use trying to change the mind of a person who has already made it up. And if you want it so bad your only choice is to parade yourself for him, for his enjoyment.
“Show me, then.” He whispers softly.
Keigo thinks it’s so cute watching your eyes light up with hope. “Show you what?” You ask meekly, playing with your hands in your lap from the anxiety.
“Show me how bad you want it, how badly you want me to stay..” he says as he sits up and leans back, “In any way you think is necessary.. but you’re really gonna have to beg for this one, birdy.” Keigo looks down at you as he settles himself on the edge of the table.
You immediately knew he wasn’t looking for some heart to heart discussion. And to be fair you both never actually used a real conversation to fix your problems, unless the ones where you cry while he fucks you, mock asking why you’re such a bitch for him counts.
He crosses his arms, waiting to see what you’ll do when he’s not the one pushing you.
Looking down you feel the pressure of him putting you on the spot. Your old tears still a little bubble reflecting the moonlight on his black leather work boots. Secretly, Keigo knows you love when he bosses you around, telling you what to do and how to do it, silly little girl would not even let him ask twice.
It’s like he always knew what would happen, you’ll do anything for him.
Gaining a sudden rush of confidence, you softly grab and pull the leather glove off his hand, it feeling warm and slightly calloused from years of hero work, veins showing just how much power he has. Pushing your skirt up you sit your covered slit directly on his boot and hump slowly, letting your body heat up turning soft and weak for him.
Keigo looks at you with hidden lust letting you guide his thumb into your hot mouth, shooting a low curse under his breath watching you look so erotic for him. So eager you practically fuck yourself on his leg, gripping on, cheek smooshed against his knee while you suck his thumb because your mouth is so wanting.
You writhe and moan, your slick pairing with the smooth material of his boot, making it so easy for you to glide up and down, leaking even more from how good it feels. Keigo struggles to hold back, his sweet girl who is his little pillow princess finally taking what she wants for once, contaminating you once more. Gazing down your lidded eyes he thinks you’d look so much better if he just locked your head and shoved it into his clothed cock.
On a shooting star, Keigo wished you were like every other woman he’s been intimate with, if you were it would make him walking away from you so much easier than this. Wishing you were someone that was just as fucked up as him, but you never carried such a sadistic nature he does, and he knew if someone shot at his bleeding body you wouldn’t hesitate to jump in front.
But look where it has the both of you, once again mewing for him to dick you down. And it’s exactly what he’s going to do to you.
Keigo rips his hand out your mouth, immediately ripping his thick work jacket off his body. Standing over you, you can’t help but feel so helpless and wet in the process; the reciprocated attention blazing through your body like little white sparkles.
He shows off his amazing invert triange upper body that took years of hard work to maintain, you watch it flex underneath his black and gold accented compression shirt, not even bothering to remove it. The long sleeved clothing he only wears in the winter. You feel so lucky to be up close, watching his lean body ache for you as you do him.
Keigo rips his belt off, slides his pants down just enough to bring out his hard cock. Not wanting to wait any longer you immediately bring your head in just for a taste.
He grips the back of your hair by the root, grips the base and holds it close enough to kiss but not touch, looking so intimidating. “Don’t be so fucking impatient..”
Scoffing, Keigo arches your head, “Give it a nice good lick, sweetheart, then maybe i’ll think about fucking your mouth, alright?”
Without a second thought you tilt back your neck and lick from base to tip with Keigo’s hand digging in your hair, hissing with a light curse. You love watching him hold back so much, feigning to be the good guy here. Locking eyes you give a slight lick against his tip, wiping away the escaped precum with a cute smile, watching the slight shiver from his exhaled breath.
A fake laugh escapes his lips, smiling while tounging his top canine tooth in surprise. “Ok, birdy, lets play it your way.” Taking ahold of your jaw, he squeezes, pushing the grip of his cock right into your hot whore mouth. “Oh fuck-“ Keigo releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding until he finally enters your hot cavernous mouth.
It’s the way you let him do this, that is what makes him so ridiculously hard for you. The way you flower yourself open for him without being told, he can’t help but be so eager to take advantage of you; of your wanting-ness, your desperation, the way your eyes roll back and push your folds harder onto his leather shoe, trying to suck up more of his masculine essence.
It’s the way he didn’t even have to push hard on the back of your head for you to already try and gag yourself from his tip in the back of your throat. When you get like this, can you even blame him? Can you blame him when he pumps shallow thrusts into your mouth even though you weakly tap his thighs trying to let him know you can’t breathe?
Keigo really can’t help himself, can he?
He lets you gag one last time before he finally pulls out with a low groan followed by a curse. If only you could see yourself right now, trying to fumble between coughing and breathing with spit dripping down your chin, string still connecting you two.
Your scattered breathing finally rests as you catch your breath, a light glaze across the whites of your eyes. Keigo looks at you with a faux coo, mocking a pout at you like a parent to their little baby that hurt their head on accident. “Can’t take any more?”
Heaving, your dumb little head was so fucked you couldn’t think about much other than how much your lower half ached in anguish for release, how even though you can’t think your body continues to hump, leaving bruised knees.
Keigo lifts you up; your legs like jello, letting you lean on him for support. You sit confused what he wants to do next.
He quirks an eyebrow at you, “Well don’t stop, you gotta keep going till you cum, dont you?” You meekly nod resting your head on his chest gripping on his arm for leverage as you continue to please yourself on his thigh, the thick cords of muscle through his pants massages your wet cunt, soaking him immediately. “Yeah, you gotta fuckin cum on me..” he murmurs, peppering soft jelly kisses on the sides of your head, rubbing your waist and squish of your ass in encouragement.
You can’t do more than whine how it’s just too much, but Keigo can’t even understand you, your eyes are lidded just muttering jibberish. That familiar coil, it’s so hard to ignore- how if the whole world was suddenly watching you couldn’t even get yourself to stop, absolutely uncontrollable.
His hard cock presses up against your front, waiting till it can fuck your tight hole that’s leaking on his thigh. But he couldn’t be so impatient and self-serving, he wanted you to have your release first, wanting to just feel you finish your promise. And once you do he’s gonna feel you squirt all over his abdomen as he jackrabbits your overstimmed pussy, exploiting yourself to him as a desperate bitch he knew you were.
“Kei, I can’t-“ your hips hold a mind of their own. You can feel your slick spread all over, helping you glide faster to reach what is so close. Looking up you’re practically face to face with the one you wish could reciprocate a title you will always have for him, a lover.
Keigo can see it perfectly, how you still hold a hopefulness in your heart, the grip he has on you that he wants to let go of but you won’t let him- or maybe he just can’t get himself to actually do it. Because getting you to plead up at him like he’s your higher power is so much easier than him finally expressing how much you really affect his life force.
He doesn’t know if he can ever correctly communicate the great fondness he possesses to you. But no matter what, you’ll be sitting there waiting for him. That’s all you do.
He’s the first to lean into you, grasping your lips with fervor, the passion dripping out his mouth into yours. You kiss him back, exchanging a type of warmth you never expected him to give, it was warmer than the words he spews, more comforting than the small kiss he’ll give on occasion to your cheek.
It sends you over the edge, the sudden butterflies dance with the sparkles in your belly, hotly moaning into his mouth feeling yourself cum on him, the sweet passions melting together causing you to jerk from the staggering stimulation.
Yelping in his chest the coil unwraps, feeling your cum seep out onto his thigh. You slow down from the exhaustion, body slowly falling back having no strength left to hold yourself up. Keigo quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you back up to brush his lips against yours once again.
The kiss sealing the hope you still possessed, you feel you had finally done it; but Keigo holds you up rushing towards the bed, and he is long from done with you.
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Waking from slumber your body temperature feels colder than it did when you fell asleep in Keigo’s warm embrace after he continued to push you to your limits. A leaking sunbeam pokes your eyes forcing you to look around.
Empty.
Your heart feels heavy and you almost wanted to yell at it, saying you should’ve known this was going to happen and expected it.
Glancing around the room, it’s when you see it. In a room full of color it’s still the brightest and most beautiful one, practically glowing blood red. It’s the same as the last times he’s done this. Leaving a small quill until the time passes by and he returns back to you and leaves again. That schedule has never been a consistent algorithm, just the outcome.
You can watch him on television or find him on his stupid social media he doesn’t even run. You only ever tried texting him once and never got a response during his departure, but it will all never add up to him standing over you, caressing your mind, body and soul with what comes to feel like empty promises.
And so all you can do now is wait, just like he knows you will. Because again, that is all you do. Just waiting for your bright red comet to come back around and do it all all over again to you.
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This was not meant to be any longer than 1.5k words haha, but I feel as if it wrote itself and turned out how it was supposed to be. Ending was a bit more bittersweet than I imagined.
Stay tuned for Getou or Aizawa content soon!
Dont be afraid to send in any ideas or critiques, I hope you all continue to support me, and stay well.
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pokichuwrites · 4 months
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The Reaper
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Mumbo buried his head in his hands. He died because of HIS OWN FENCE POSTS!!! Spawn looked like a warzone. At least the Wither died… but it took three? People with it? Mumbo was pretty sure only himself, Jimmy, and Lizzie died.
“Mumbo? There you are.”
He turned to look at Lizzie. “Hey, there. Were you looking for me?”
Lizzie nodded. Behind her, Mumbo could almost see what looked like large yellow wings. They were very hard to see, almost invisible on her back. Mumbo seemed to remember something similar back in Last Life, when he met Jimmy’s ghost. He had thought it was a Jimmy thing, but perhaps it was a first death sort of thing.
Lizzie took Mumbo’s hand. “Come on,” she said, tugging gently. “I have something to show you.”
Mumbo stood up and followed her. He decides not to question the fact that despite the fact that they never traveled through a portal, they ended up in the end. Suspended in midair was a large pink tent. As they walked on the empty void, Lizzie lifted the flap. The tent was bigger on the inside. There were many sleeping bags of different colors. Lizzie gestured to one of the sleeping bags, a deep red one with splotches of other shades of red, and Mumbo sat down on it.
“This is nice,” he said. “It’s like one big sleepover.”
Lizzie nodded. “I’m not sure why, but I woke up in here and had a feeling that I needed to bring everyone here. Have the sleepover I wished I had.”
Mumbo nodded. “That’s nice-” he paused. “Wait, where’s Jimmy?”
“He wasn’t ready,” Lizzie said. “He said he wanted to say goodbye to Baxter first.”
“His base?” Mumbo asked, incredulously.
Lizzie shrugged. “To each your own. I’m surprised you didn’t have anything to say goodbye to yourself.”
Mumbo shrugged. “I didn’t get really attached to anything. I… I knew it wasn’t going to last.” He remembered how distraught he was the first time. He loved the Southlands, and his friends, and the stupid spyglass joke. It hurt to lose all that. It doesn’t really hurt anymore, but a dull ache remains. A memory of a pain he didn’t want to go through again.
Lizzie hummed. Her sleeping bag was pink with small drawings of orange pumpkins on it. “That’s fair.” She stood up suddenly. “Jimmy’s ready.”
“How… how do you know?” He looked up at her.
“I don’t know, but I… I know.” She left through the tent flap, disappearing behind it.
A small bit later, she returned, Jimmy following behind her. His sleeping bag was a sky blue with drawings of different dog breeds. He sat down on his.
“I still can’t believe it,” Jimmy said. “I always die first. I…” he smiled. “Not this time.”
Lizzie gave pause. “You die first every time?” She asked.
Jimmy nodded. “Until now, yeah.”
She paused, looking down. “So, do you know what… this is about?” She gestured to herself, and the tent they were in.
Jimmy looked at her. “You’re a Reaper, basically. You died first and so you bring everyone to a space we all share until the game ends. I… I usually filled that role.”
Lizzie smiled to herself. “I like that. Being a Reaper. But… why is it like a sleepover?”
“Hmm, I have a hunch.” Jimmy stretched for a moment, smiling. “Every time I was a Reaper, the shared space was something significant to me. Like in Last Life, everyone had a tower, and the space was above the Southlands because that was where I died.”
Lizzie chuckled. “So, what, because I was so upset nobody came to my sleepover the universe decided to give me a second chance?”
Jimmy shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t exactly have all the answers Lizzie.”
The tent fell silent for a moment.
“Since we’re all here together,” Lizzie grinned, “how about we play a game. How does truth or dare sound?”
Mumbo chuckled. “What kinds of dares can dead people do exactly?”
“Only one way to find out,” Lizzie replied. “Jimmy, truth or dare?”
“Dare!”
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hehe Yuya for the character ask game :)
also maybe Yuzu or Ruri if you want!
Warning: Long Post, may contain spoilers.
First things first: My friend, I'm really sorry for how late this answer is. School just came back and wrecked my schedule with a sledgehammer, so it's kinda hard to sit down and properly talk about characters these days. Unfortunately, that means I'm not sure if I can do Yuzu, but Ruri has been done in answer to another ask that you'll find by clicking the "character breakdown tag".
With that being said... let's talk about the disaster tomato child!
1) What I think of this character:
It's kinda hard to be coherent about this, but I'll try to put it simply: Yuuya is my blorbiest blorbo ever, among all faves I have, across all fandoms I'm in. He's a pure beam of sunshine, a soft blanket of comfort, a cute ball of enthusiasm and flair that is never boring to watch, and a joy to see and hear on screen at all times. Also relatable on a spiritual, personal level. Also perfect headcanon material. Also adorable design and an actually cool aesthetic with the S2 riding suit. Also might have been my first fiction crush, but I never really stopped to verify that when I was like, twelve.
2) My romantic ships for them:
Yuzu! I'm a classic vanilla when it comes to romantic ships, and they have undeniable chemistry even if you ignore the "childhood besties" cliché. They're just so adorable together, and I'm glad the writers managed to make their main ship actually convincing, because the track record is all around terrible (aside from Faithshipping, that is).
3) Platonic OTP:
Oh come on, this is Yuuya we're talking about. Half of his canon platonic ships can and do count as OTP for me, and that extends to other potential friendships. All of that includes, but is not limited to: Yuugo, Yuuto, Yuuri, Serena, Sawatari, Sora, Shun, Jack- hell, he would've been good friends with even Zarc if given the chance. I'm not even going into crossovers with other series (though I would like to give a shoutout to Juudai, because he and Yuuya just have. so many things to bond over. It's a little uncanny in retrospect, but it won't stop me from seeing them as the bestiest of besties among the protagonists).
4) Unpopular Opinion Corner:
It's not as controversial around here as it is on other spheres of social media, but despite my misgivings about the way the Smile philosophy was used in the Xyz arc and the early half of Fusion, I actually like Yuuya's character arc more than most.
This kid had locked himself behind a smile and a chuckle for three whole years, following his father's footsteps all the way along, without any sense of signature or independence to call his own. Even after acquiring Pendulum and becoming the pioneer of a new form of entertainment, Yuuya still struggles to balance his father's ideals and his own original flair, but it doesn't stop him from trying to reach for that which lies beyond the Pendulum (pun wholly intended :D), and eventually, through many trials and tribulations, he makes it. He makes it when he realizes that Pendulum and its evolution is his specialty, that it's fine -good, even- to share it with everyone else, that it's still unique to him in that he's the reason it exists at all, that it's the brand of his style and his Entertainment Dueling, and that he can use it to spread and share joy his own way. Because sometimes a smile is not enough to fix one's life, but it's a start that opens the path for you to go forward and find what you seek.
This is why the Friendship Cup finalé was the peak of Yuuya's development, and why most of S3 feels like such a drop in said development, when it simply focuses on other aspects of his outlook that he needed to address (like the tendency to trust and forgive anyone, even in the middle of a warzone). Sure, it does relegate Yuuya's sense of identity to smile propaganda for the stretch of an arc and a half, and sure, that was rather painful to watch, but it doesn't negate the improvement that already happened; just goes back on it on a few occasions, as is the natural human response of returning to comfort in the face of great adversity. And to be fair to the back half of the season, well, one can't exactly keep their cool with YuGiOh's closest equivalent to the devil telling them to commit atrocities... in an environment that very much deserves all atrocities coming its way.
5) Something I wish would happen to them:
SOMEONE TAKE THIS BOY TO THERAPY, HOLY SHIT. The writers really said "let's see how many ways there are to fuck with our protagonist" and just- threw their all at Yuuya, no holds barred. He needs a bonus episode(s) where he gets to catch a break for once in frankly too long, maybe sort out these old and new issues he needs to tackle, possibly go out with Yuzu and Sora to get icecream and just do mundane kid things... you know, just give the guy a moment to breathe, unwind, and prepare for what's next. He deserves it. Really. I would like to personally give him a break.
*snatches Yuuya to gently pat his head and hand him a strawberry candy*
Dear Lord, I really do love my tomato boi.
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I just need to get this out of my system to someone, I’m so upset that we will most likely never see Adler again, or any of the others. I’m really hoping that somewhere down the line we will but I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high 😫😭
I understand how you feel 😪 but I wouldn't say we'll never see them again! They did a lot to build out his post game story with warzone and all, so idk maybe that means they're done with him...
But at the same time, I have a really hard time believing that the one and only treyarch would make ONE game from that era with that crew and then never use anyone again. Especially considering that they're planning on continuing the zombies storyline from cold war with Peck and all. So yeah, I wouldn't give up just yet! :D
If they can tease bringing Peck back into the game for zombies and all, I'm sure as hell we haven't seen the last of Adler, especially not after all that verdanak stuff lol
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My one and only discourse post and why I refuse to engage with how stupid 99.9999% of it is
I'll comment very little on discourse in general, but it's straight up hilarious how a lot of adults don't understand why cartoons like ATLA heavily emphasise on themes of redemption, growth and forgiveness. They're not written for adults even if they're beloved by a bunch of adults, they're trying to teach different important messages to children and I think "you should go kill these bad guys" and "if you get cancelled you should just accept that shit" are some completely ass writing ideas that would make for terrible stories. Imagine thinking that children learning to grow from their mistakes is bad, and they know the shit is not real, so they're not going out into the world and doing abhorrent things and then trying to redeem themselves. Adults don't give children enough credit for understanding that games, movies, and shows are not real, and for this reason argue about the craziest shit. Like you are literally consuming it wrong, while the average kid gets it right like "oh, so if I hurt my friends feelings, I can talk to them, and come to a reconciliation and avoid doing it in the future" meanwhile the avg. fandom person is like "nah this guy needs to be tried for war crimes or st" like eh????
"Critical" analysis of a lot of media at least on socmed is straight up misinformed for this very reason. Bad analysis fundamentally misunderstands the format, who the target audience is, and why the story intentionally unfolds in those ways.
Oh an irredeemable villain got a minor redemption? Yeah it's cause they want to tell kids it's okay to make mistakes and move on from them, not that if they kill people they will be forgiven. This kind of notion actually going over people's heads is hilarious. Like how do you miss that?
They are not for us to make sense of our worlds as adults, but to help children develop an understanding of empathy for other people as they develop and grow in their own lives.
Writing a story around righteous violence for children would a) not be rated for children at all, and b) be really hard to make sense of in context and in a nuanced way because idk the viewer is a kid LOL
Like not every cartoon is operating "literally" like real life, and not suspending your disbelief and colouring your impressions based on that can skew your perception of something that is otherwise a pretty solid experience for viewers.
It's not limited to children's cartoons, but people arguing about children's cartoons gotta be TOP ZERO ways people show their fundamental misunderstanding of things like genres, tropes, and why things are written the way that they are.
I'm just saying if I try to make sense of a cartoon's world logic without considering how things actually operate within it, and what kind of narrative is being told, and just apply my politics to it and get annoyed when tehy don't stick the landing I want then I'm kind of stupid for doing that because it's placing extremely unrealistic expectations on something that was never going to meet them.
That said I consume a lot of garbage media that is mid, but seeing people arguing about it unironically is on a different caliber.
That said, of course, if the writing is just shit go ahead, tear into it, but god.
Children's cartoons fandoms = warzone
I like Star Wars so there was never a chance I would ever engage with all the wild ass takes people got about it
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The Irony of Adler and Bell
Call of Duty: Black Ops Analysis of Adler’s Brainwashing
It’s me again. And I’m here with another analysis! This time based solely around Adler. It’s always about Adler. But also Bell.
And this is about the brainwashing of not Bell, but Adler.
We have all had our theories since we first saw Adler getting tortured in the Cinematic Warzone Trailers, shown in Season 3 of COD:BOCW. Our suspicions growing when we see Sus Adler™️ doing what he does best in Season 4 by stealing an important looking chip within the crashed satellite that was taken down. (Also, Hudson, what is wrong with you letting Adler be cleared for a mission when he was just rescued like two weeks ago?!)
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And although we did not see him in Season 5, we can all gather that anyone could be potentially brainwashed if you have a certain brand of earpiece. (Woods and Stryker appeared unaffected despite having their own earpieces). So the naive hope and calming words to others that Adler being different and strong is out the window. All it takes is hearing the numbers. What do the numbers mean, Mason?
Besides Bell wasn’t your average run of the mill agent either. An amazing decoder and created codes(I am with the theory that Bell did create the codes for Perseus that we have to decrypt in the game for Operation Chaos and Red Circus) with a brutal close combat skill as well as charming based on how one could talk to everyone and be a social butterfly. Also, able to handle and withstand torture after one hour of leaving Cuba despite previous injuries AND be able to go to Solovetsky/Duga and able to aim and shoot despite having a needle shoved in their eye a few hours earlier.
Bell had crazy skills. Just like Adler does. Bell was brainwashed. So is Adler.
Confirmed with this bundle that will be released. Thank you to @reclaimedbythesea who first found it and pointed it out.
We have the confirmation—the amazing, horrible, war criminal man we all love has become an agent of the man who he swore to chase down and capture/kill for longer than a decade. (Adler said thirteen years in COD:BOCW universe, so 1984 it would be sixteen years. Sheesh. Correct me if I’m wrong. I may be mistaken.) Is it wrong I kinda find it funny? Especially since he did the same thing to Bell—believing it to be necessary. Just as Stitch I’m sure finds it necessary.
It’s just a big brainwash back and forth between these two countries, a race to see who has the most mindless agents on their side in the end. But we’re not focusing on that.
We’re focusing on how Adler’s karma finally caught up to him with all his war crimes. We can infer that he hasn’t just done a cruel action like that to Bell, but to others. “Whatever it takes.” That’s his motto. He’s messed up other’s lives—hundreds, maybe even thousands. The Vietnam War has a deep dirty history, such as the real operation of Fracture Jaw, Operation Ranch Hand with the use of Agent Orange, the Mai(My) Lai Massacre and who knows how many other operations that would/did affect civilians. Not that I would see Adler doing anything like the massacre, but you can’t expect me to not believe that he may have been involved with Agent Orange somewhat? And who knows what other operations and missions he’s done as a CIA agent after the war?
My point is, the man has been gathering karma for awhile. Not just with Bell(I am aware he had his orders in the war, I’m just saying I’m not sure if he feels much guilt about some said orders. Guilt I believe he may has, but I’m not sure it’s a high degree.) Of course, Bell isn’t a saint either. They were willing to kill millions with Perseus after all. A wayyyy higher body count than Adler. And who knows what Bell did with Perseus even before the Greenlight plan? Didn’t seem to mind millions blinking in an eye, so must be pretty cold or delusional about the whole free world killing their country thing. Thank you @yunatheintrovert for this post pointing out and showing a hint of just how not good a person Bell was.
I’m not going to say they deserved what happened to them due to Adler. I feel for Bell. I really do. Just like I can’t say if Adler deserves it for everything—just can’t say that because I’m not at liberty to judge other’s actions and claim what is deserved and undeserved. Leave that to judges.
But now I’m going to point out certain things—other things. Such as what I think to be Adler’s “new” name. At least to those in the Perseus Collective/Stitch.
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Do I realize that “Cipher” may just be what this awesome skin is called? Yes. Will I rather ignore it and rant about the name for two ten minutes? Also yes.
On to the analysis!
ci·pher/ˈsīfər/: a secret or disguised way of writing; a code.
This first definition is what we can all gather of what the numbers represent—the code and simultaneously the key of brainwashing others in earpieces with just a certain order of number together.
Stitch and co. used said numbers on Adler, so why not call him Cipher? The Code? Funny, cause he killed Bell—the Decoder. Maybe Bell would’ve helped him out if he didn’t kill them.
Another hammer to the irony of between these two.
But no. The name gets better. Second definition!
ci·pher /ˈsīfər/: a person or thing of no importance, especially a person who does the bidding of others and seems to have no will of their own.
PAHAHAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Now, this, this is what I think Stitch calls some true vengeance. Not only did he get to torture the man who did the same to him before, but made Adler a shadow of who he was before. A husk. Nothing really there. “Whatever it takes” indeed but for the opposite side now—a puppet with numbers for strings. Stitch did a good job in naming Cipher—I mean Adler. We don’t even know how far Adler shall go now, will the CIA have to kill him or will they be able to recondition him when/if they capture him? Will he even be the same? Nope.
Why do I find that definition funny? Well, I think Adler had a multitude of reasons for naming Bell, Bell. Just like Stitch did with Adler. And not just the obvious reasons of him ringing the bell at them to condition them as he was torturing/brainwashing them(we love Pavlov!). Let’s get the first definition out the way.
bell /bel/: a hollow object, typically made of metal and having the shape of a deep inverted cup widening at the lip, that sounds a clear musical note when struck, typically by means of a clapper inside.
I wonder if anyone knows where I’m going with this or I’m starting to seem like a madwoman.
I’m going to ask you guys to focus on the word, “hollow” for me. Hollow, as in not filled. There’s something in the bell alright, but it doesn’t do enough to fill out the hole does it? Like Cipher is now made a husk. Bell was made hollow—only a little bit filled with the little memory they got back before they were killed(maybe they weren’t, let’s just go with it for now). Or perhaps just a bit filled with false memories of Vietnam, of camaraderie. I doubt Stitch did anything like that.
Also, Bell is just an instrument for someone else to play. Play the right tune, and the Russian agent will do anything for you. Right, Adler?
Cipher is the puppet, just doing what he’s told when they give the orders. No will or thought. Just how Stitch likes it.
I’m not done yet! Second definition!
bell /bel/: a. A stroke on a hollow metal instrument to mark the hour.
b. The time indicated by the striking of this instrument, divided into half hours.
Another play on words of Bell being struck(jabbed with needles) to do what needs to be done. But it also represents the limited time that Bell has. Bell needs to help to stop Perseus and quick, Adler will make them go faster if needed by putting the highest dosage as possible without killing them to accomplish it. Or maybe it’s also a representation that Bell does actually have limited time left—Park did say MK—Ultra will be hard on the body physically and mentally. Perhaps MK-Ultra was slowly killing us and Adler just decided to give us a mercy kill while he was at it as he “tied up our strings.”( @cryinginthebackseat does point this out in their Adler/Bell story, go check it out!)
Let’s focus on the instrument thing again though, but back to Cipher. The third definition!
ci·pher /ˈsīfər/ : a continuous sounding of an organ pipe, caused by a mechanical defect.
Oh man. Sounds like Adler is being played like an instrument too, continuously due to all the numbers and how the numbers can be everywhere if one is in the armed forces since they all use earpieces. Interesting shape too, a pipe. Long and thin and has two holes, a beginning and an end but which one is the top or the bottom? The beginning and the end? We don’t know how far Adler will go like this—as Cipher. It will eventually come to a point, where something squeezes within the pipe and manages to get out. Maybe. Or maybe Adler is just forever defected, like the definition suggests.
Not quite Adler anymore and just Cipher.
Just like Bell will always just be Bell. The other self practically gone.
It seems these two will always somehow reflect and affect one another, whether one is dead or not.
I swear I love Adler, so don’t mind some of my dark humor about him and this situation he’s in. It is pretty funny. At least to me. Stitch is funny. And petty.
Hope you guys enjoyed!
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thefanficmonster · 3 years
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Corpse Infested
Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Mentions of dysfunctional family, Family problems, Swearing
Genre: Humor, Comfort, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When your friend disappears for a long time, seemingly having lost interest in what fueled the most passionate fire in their life, you cannot not worry about them. Even if you wanna give them space, you will reach out, you will offer your help. You will tell them they always have you to rely on and talk to.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and if you do I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
For me, it’s never hard to find things to do. I’ve constantly got things on my mind and tasks to tend to, keeping me occupied and my mind focused at all times. I think that comes with living in a home as dysfunctional as this one. I honestly can’t recall a time when my parents got along nor can I think of a time where there was at least one second of peace while the two are both present in the house. It’s always a warzone up there. I’m saying up there because I tend to live out of the basement of their home. I know living in your parents’ basement is considered a peak loser point, or the bottom of the bottom, but you’d have to believe me when I say - I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I only recently came back to this hell-hole and boy do I regret it. I mean, it was a decision forced upon me by circumstances. Trust me, I tried every other option there was. When my dorm was to be closed down and demolished, we were given a notice to start planning our next move about a month early. You can bet I immediately started looking at places but my very tragic and miserable budget didn’t allow such a purchase. No rent was adequate for me and my near-empty wallet so my second option was moving in with my best friend who was also not in the greatest of situations but I thought I’d give that a shot too.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t work out. She lived in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend and his best friend at the time, so four people in one apartment was a nightmare. Still a lesser nightmare than this one but a nightmare nonetheless. Some unwanted and downright traumatizing events chased me out of that place after barely managing to pack my stuff. Therefore, finding myself on the streets again, I had no other option other than the obvious and least liked one: moving back in with my parents.
Making money during my first year of college hasn’t been easy. Working two jobs at once and also streaming video games on the side was what my time was filled with all throughout the first semester but then this damn pandemic started and now ruined everything for me. I had things going for me, I was slowly getting my life together and now it has all fallen apart yet again. The places I worked at closed down due to quarantine and I haven’t been able to steam, not only cause I’d be the victim of my parents’ comments but also cause my terrible home life would be exposed to all my fans and viewers. It’s not like I could cancel out the commotion going on right above my head, it’s a livestream and this house’s walls are cardboard thin meaning all the arguing I hear almost 24/7 will serve as background noise for my streams.
I haven’t reached out to my friends or fans to inform them of this which I feel slightly guilty about but I’m really not looking forward to having to lie to them, just as much as I’m not looking forward to having to tell them the truth so instead I’ve picked silence which is probably either worrying them or driving them insane. Either way, I’ll make my comeback soon.
Well....not very soon by the looks of it...
I have to gather the money, then I have to find a place, then comes the packing, moving out of here, moving into the new place...oh God, there’s so much to it that I don’t even wanna think about. Just that thought that I’ll be inactive for that long makes my stomach turn. Streaming’s where I’ve been channeling all my negative emotions, turning them into something positive and entertaining with the help of my friends.
Speaking of my friends, I should probably put emphasis on how amazing they are. Basically the older siblings I’ve always wished I had. I’m the baby of the group, the eighteen year old freshman in college, powering through life the best they can cause they are constantly getting tripped up by inconvenient occurrences such as this one for example. I tend to have the gang poke fun at me quite frequently - all lighthearted and with good intentions obviously - but they are also the ones to get super defensive if anyone gets the balls to talk shit about me. They’d never allow me to be the victim of any smack talk or online rumors and ‘cancel culture’ or whatever the hell people will come up with to leave others restless and wondering if they did something shady a decade ago. Well, to be fair, I didn’t even know about the concept of social media a decade ago and I’ve never been one to post much but I still have a protection squad in case anyone decides to come after me.
Little do they know the people I need protecting from are the very people that are supposed to protect me - my parents. Luckily, they don’t venture into to basement very often if at all and I have my own exit to the outside world so I don’t have to run into them unless I absolutely have to. The only time I emerge to the surface of the house - aka the ground floor - I do so to leave my share of rent money on the dining table and I usually do it when they aren’t home or when they’re asleep - that happens often with how many bottles they each knock back on the daily.
*sigh*...at least I don’t have to talk to them, right?
Anyhow, remember how I mentioned I always have things to do? Well, right now I’ve tasked myself with rifling through the large boxes containing random stuff I found in one of the basements down here to see if there’s anything I could possibly sell online. For starters, I’d like to hope there aren’t any severed body parts in here because this was one shady-ass basement before I moved in and un-creeped it a bit so I wouldn’t have to become an insomniac due to the paranoia of there being a homeless person down here with me or some paranormal entity. Regardless, old basements tend to be, apart from haunted, also filled with junk no one would find valuable despite it actually being worth something after all. That’s basically what I’m hoping to find at the moment.
As I dig through the contents of the first box, the YouTube playlist I have put on on my phone cuts off causing me to furrow my brows in confusion for a second before my ringtone pierces the silence the lack of music created.
I quickly mute the ringing and take a look at the Caller ID to see a name I never thought would pop up on my screen as an incoming call - Corpse. I, as well as many of our friends, know that he’s not the biggest fan of talking to people on the phone so this is rather surprising. Still, I pick up the call in case it’s not a mistake and an odd chance that it’s somethin urgent cause Lord knows Corpse doesn’t call people willy-nilly. 
Thank God it’s quiet up there at the moment.
“Hello?“ I try my best to cover up the confusion in my voice but I can only assume I didn’t do the best job considering Corpse replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.
“Surprised you, didn’t I?“ He asks, getting my cheeks to redden a bit, “You can’t blame a guy for calling after up and disappearing on him and on the whole internet. Where’ve you been?“
I open my mouth to respond when I hear the sound of glass breaking a shouted curse from upstairs.
Oh for fuck’s sake!
“Um...you know, places?“ I’m aware the answer isn’t only nonsensical but also sounds more like a question, but I can hardly focus on that right now. I’m too buys praying to an entity I don’t fully believe in for the situation above to not escalate.
“Uh, is everything ok over there? Where even are you right now?“ The teasing tone to his voice is all but gone at this point, replaced with deep concern, having obviously heard the commotion that did the exact opposite of what I prayed for - escalated.
“Y-yeah, it’s ok. It’s just another Thursday, you know.“ I attempt a small laugh but it’s blatantly miserable, “I moved back in with my parents when they announced the quarantine so that’s where I’m at now. They’re not the quietest of folks as you can tell so...“
“I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE“
Oh crap, here we go.
“...So I can’t really stream a lot...or at all.“ I mutter, cringing with all my might, “But it’s only temporary! I’ll get back in the saddle as soon as I find another place to stay.“ I don’t dare mention how long that’s gonna take me, it’ll be too disappointing and depressing for the both of us. “So yeah...um...thanks for showing concern but there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m ok, everything’s ok, things are just...a bit off the rails, but I’ll fix em no problem. Like I always do!“ I attempt to sound as cheerful as possible with little success due to the overwhelming anger I feel towards those people upstairs and the gut-wrenching nostalgia for the world of streaming I can no longer be a part of because of them. Actually, I put the blame first on the pandemic and second on my parents - if it wasn’t for Covid I’d probably still be in my dorm!
“Hey...um, I think I know an affordable place where you can take up residence. Only if you want to, of course.“ He sounds hesitant but I easily overlook that as excitement bursts throughout my entire being at the sound if an escape being offered to me just like that. Had I known I’d find the solution to my problem in the very people I spent time avoiding because I was afraid of their pity, sympathy and judgement.
“Oh please, it could be a rat and roach infested shoe box and I’d go running to it. How much is rent?“ I ask through a gasp of hurried laughter that’s a result of my inability to contain said excitement. Listen, I’ve been sitting here in Hellsburg for three months now and haven’t gotten a proper shuteye during that whole period, whatever Corpse is offering has to be better than this misery.
“Rent can be discussed once you move in...“ He trails off, “And it’s not rat nor roach infested but there’s a slight issue...“
“Which is?“ I’m honestly expecting the worst: in a bad neighborhood; faulty wiring with a high chance of being electrocuted; faulty piping with a high chance of flooding; people have died there; things get randomly moved around in the middle of the night etc. However, I don’t voice any of them to avoid getting laughed at for my wild imagination.
“Well, uh, it’s corpse infested.“ He says a little awkwardly, causing me to let out an inaudible sigh.
So my ‘people have died there’ guess was on point, huh?
“People have died there, huh? Well, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I don’t find their bodies in the closet or meet their spirits at 3AM.“ I attempt to joke, now second-guessing my eagerness to accept the offer.
Corpse bursts out laughing his ass off at my statement, getting me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and wonder what I said was so funny - it was a poor attempt at a joke, it in no way deserves that sort of reaction, barely a chuckle in my opinion.
“You’re golden, Y/N, I swear.“ He says once he forces the laughter to subside, “I meant corpse infested as in Corpse Husband infested.“ He breaks out in another fit as my brain slowly starts connecting the dots.
Oooohh he’s asking me to go live with him
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up for a sec. Are you aware of what you’re offering me? I mean, we’ve never met IRL, you barely know me and....and for all you know I could be the serial killer in this situation!“ I have no idea why I’m pushing my luck, don’t ask. I just don’t want him to make a decision he’ll later regret, I guess. “Like, I could kill you in your sleep!“
“Would you?“ He asks confidently, silently stating he already knows the answer.
I roll my eyes, “Of course not! But...” He cuts me off.
“Great, the offer stands on my end. I’m not a noisy nor nosey roommate so I suggest you start packing. If you choose to live in that hell-hole over living with me, I’m sorry but I’ll be hella offended, just so you know.“
Corpse sounds like he’s about to hang up on me, a decision already made, so I hurry to stop him. “Wait! What about rent?”
“Fuck the rent, pack your bags.“ And just like that, despite my efforts, he hangs up on me.
Well...this is a chance of a lifetime that I know refusing would lead me to not only remain stuck here but also put me in the hugest loser bin. There’s also the fear of being Corpse’s burden which I’ll try my best not to be - I mean, I’m a super independent person and Lord knows that if this offer came any other time or from any other person, I would’ve declined asap, no discussion.
But streaming
But sleeping properly
But having a normal life again
Yeah those are most certainly the reasons I get up and go into the closet in search on my emptied suitcase. Time to fill it up again, I guess. This time with a smile on my face and excitement fueling each and every movement of mine.
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drstrangefictions · 3 years
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One-Shot
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: 3,832
Spoilers: Absolutely none
Warnings: Water Balloon warzone, 0 survivors. Bucky has like 2 seconds of fun after complaining about everything the entire fic. Reader has like 4 seconds of complaining about how bad relationships are lmfao. Based on actual conversations I have had with people because it’s more interesting than writing flat dialogue. It needs spice. So I just went wild with it. I WROTE THIS BEFORE F&TWS EVER BECAME A THING AND IT’S BEEN IN DRAFTS THIS WHOLE TIME AND I KEPT MEANING TO POST IT ON THE FOURTH OF JULY LMAO.
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He remembered her face, not as clearly as he would have liked to.
He had met her before, two times before Steve happened to be exact. Both times were his days as the Winter Soldier. He remembered her being very cold the first time they met. It was almost like everything froze over around her. Like he was back in the icy ravine. She was clearly in charge of the team of agents that surrounded him. Looking back, she looked as though she came directly from The Matrix series. She even seemed to be as precise as the choreographed fight scenes in that series. He could’ve sworn she was much worse than H.Y.D.R.A when she let her team die at his hands. She treated it as though it was a game.
Little did he know at the time, aside from the fact that she was well aware of the Winter Soldier and his existence, she was merely testing him and feeding the information to her superiors. That team of agents she led were nothing more than LMD units, created specifically to make people like him think they were real agents.
He remembered how terrifying it was to see that instead of protecting herself and her passenger, she spun her car around and drove backwards to keep an eye on him as he was trying to run her off the road to apprehend his target the second time they met. She ran herself off the road on purpose right in front of him. Right after that failure, he was brought in to be wiped and he didn’t run into her again until Steve called her for help.
He remembered sitting away from her and Sam as they talked, seeing her with her guard down for the first time after he was taken in by Steve and Sam. She had her hands on her knees and she was laughing at something Sam told her. She snorted, only to pause and laugh harder until she was sitting on the ground, laughing. Sam was trying to stop laughing as they were in a serious situation.
“Alright, alright. Play time is over.” Steve said to her and Sam.
“Over my dead body.” She used Steve to stand back up and proceeded to pretend like she wasn’t just dying with Sam. Sam patted her back just a bit too hard, with a grin on his face. They weren’t finished laughing, but they had to be…
“Put this on the table for me, Buck.” Sam said to him, pulling him back into reality.
They were in someone’s backyard, Sam insisted on barbeque for the occasion. Everyone brought and prepared sides or desserts so the entire meal wasn’t just left on Sam. Morgan was squealing from the other end of the yard. She was playing with the water balloons in a very intense game of getting soaked by popping it on herself rather than all over her target. Clint and his kids were part of her very intense game while also actually hitting each other with the balloons. Peter, Pepper, and May started playing hot potato with the smaller water balloons to see how long they could make it last. The longest was 14 tosses before it burst in Peter’s grasp. Steve, now older, was sitting near the table in the shade, just enjoying that everyone could be together for the occasion, including himself.
Bucky set the plate down on the table next to everything that Stephen had already begun setting out. Bucky was physically there at the party; he just didn’t really feel like he was there mentally. He kept getting lost in his thoughts unintentionally. He couldn’t get her off his mind lately. “Fourth of July.” He said to himself. That was the cause of celebration, along with Steve’s birthday, except he insisted on just celebrating the Fourth of July. They all had cake as their lunch for him, which he gladly accepted.
Bucky turned around to face the yard again. He spotted her towards the back with Morgan, Clint, and his kids. The way she bent down to grab more water balloons was quick and fluid, even when she turned around to hit Pepper, she didn’t stutter. It seemed as though she used to play something like baseball or softball in her lifetime. She scrunched her nose and smiled wide, knowing now that Pepper had no choice but to join in and had to get close to her. Morgan tried to drag the bucket towards her but is stopped when Pepper and May pick it up and dump it.
She walked towards the house, completely soaked. She had never been happier to have worn a bathing suit and have decided to spend the night anywhere but her own home tonight, that meant she had extra clothes for this very reason. Her brain can’t seem to decide whether she wanted to look shocked or if she wanted to smile at what just happened. Both are apparent on her face with her teeth just resting on her lower lip. The corners of her mouth upturned, and her nose was less scrunched than before. Her eyes hold most of the shock, it’s a miracle Bucky can even see her eyes at the moment. Bucky moved out of the way of the cooler, assuming that’s why she came over. She grabbed a beer out of it and popped the cap off using the strategically placed bottle opener.
“You joining us when we reload?” She looked up at him, her expression didn’t change much. The look in her eyes was different. She looked at him, expecting him to actually join in on the fun after they sit down and eat.
He moved some of the wet hair clinging to her face. When his fingers graze her skin, he realized how touch starved he really is. “As long as that doesn’t happen to me.” He smiled at her a little more lovingly than he planned. What he would give to just go for it right now.
“Can’t really promise that one.” She shrugged her shoulders and cocked her head to the side. She suddenly looked as though she were studying him, the last time she did that, they had just been brought back from being dust. “Are you alright?”
He looked around avoidantly, not really sure how to even begin and certainly not sure how to tell her. He watched Peter chase Morgan around a tree and Clint start filling the water guns that everyone had forgotten about. He heard Sam, Steve, and Bruce chatter behind him now that he was really listening to everything. He glanced over at the sliding screen door when Wanda came outside with sangria.
“Thank you for the sangria recipe.” Wanda placed the pitcher on the table and quickly went to close the screen door behind Stephen.
“Yeah… I’m good…” His voice trailed off. He slowly looked back at her. Something changed in her expression when he spoke. She was no longer smiling or studying him, and she looked more worried. Bucky blinked a few times, thinking maybe he was starting to see what he wanted to see instead of what was real. Nothing changed.
She gripped his arm with her free hand. “You are not.” She stood unreasonably close and was as equally as touched starved as Bucky was.
“Are you coming back anytime soon?” Clint called to her.
She turned towards him, still gripping Bucky’s arm. “After we eat, maybe, yeah. Take Wanda as my replacement for now.” She mouthed ‘sorry’ as Wanda walked by. It was an unnecessary apology as Wanda was going to join in on the fun now that she was done with being in the kitchen. She turned her attention back to Bucky. “I’m not a mind reader, I’m also not a Steve. You tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours when you’re ready.”
He nodded. She was right about two things. She isn’t a mind reader (or a Steve) and that his head is indeed pretty. Although for a time, Bucky was convinced she was a mind reader until Sam debunked that whole theory by making her slip up. “You’ll be the first person I come to.” He told her, and he meant it. He wanted her to be the first one to know why he was somewhere else mentally.
Somewhere between telling her that she’d be the first to know and thinking about it, he lost time again. He was only brought back into the real world when she handed him a paper plate and took the empty beer bottle from him and switched it with a new one that she had opened for him. “Thank you.” He managed to say. He sat in the last chair, sandwiched between Wanda and Bruce. An odd place for him to sit, but because the world moved without him, he didn’t really have a choice.
He noticed that she was slowly picking out all of the things she didn’t like out of the pasta salad and putting them on Sam’s plate. Sam just watched with immeasurable disappointment because she was the one that made the pasta salad. He noticed how Steve was encouraging her to make sure Sam was the one to get all the things she didn’t like. Bucky liked the sight of those three clowns on the other end of the table. One old man that he practically knew his entire life. There was always something with that one, he just didn’t know how or when to stop fighting. His heart was usually in the right place though. One younger man, terrible friend really. Not at all funny. And then the girl he fell in love with.
He nearly choked on his food. Luckily, he was one of the last ones at the table still. Just him and…
“If you choke and die, at least try to die in the neighbor’s yard.” She may have cracked a joke, but Bucky randomly choking was a little concerning to her.
…her.
“I’ll see if I can get over there by the time I die.” He chuckled to play it off.
She slowly leaned back in the chair, relaxing now that he wasn’t choking. “Something must really be bothering you. I don’t like to pry but…” She stopped. The face she was making made it clear that she felt like she had no other choice but to pry before the firework show she was in charge of. She was worried, he had been like this all day. As much as she would like to go back out and instigate an all-out war, Bucky was a little more important.
“I’m fine. Just been thinking a lot.” He was being pretty honest. He was thinking and he was doing a lot of it.
“It’s taking everything in me not to make a very bad joke right now. I’m going to need you to be a little more… not vague or I will sit next to you.” She gave him a smile. Neither of them would actually mind sitting closer to each other.
He looked down at the table, disappointed in her response yet he still expected worse to come out of her. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” He looked back up at her, assuming that was the most appropriate response. He rested his arm on the table.
“Maybe.” She mimicked the way he sat and looked at him expectantly.
Bucky inhaled sharply and looked back out towards the yard. “It’s strange to think that I was once the bad guy and now I’m here.” He still didn’t really feel like he belonged there, at least not yet. He knew he had plenty of time to redeem himself, if need be. The last few months had been nothing but a blur to him and most everyone else.
“Well in your defense, you were the worst bad guy I have ever punched.” She took a sip of her beer, eyeing Bucky. She never actually thought of him as inherently bad, turns out she was right once Steve figured out who he was. She didn’t try to hide her emphasis on ‘worst’, she wanted him to be aware of her thoughts on the surface level at least. “You were terrible at it.”
“I appreciate the honesty there.” Bucky turned his gaze back to her. He almost didn’t want to be serious, but he felt like he couldn’t stop himself now that he started. “I have a question.”
She sat up and looked like she was caught doing something she shouldn’t have been doing. “I swear I didn’t do it.”
Bucky raised his eyebrows. “I – what, no. What? Y’know what, I don’t even want to know right now.” He was curious but not curious enough to actually ask her about her reaction anytime soon.
She looked relieved. “Continue.”
He watched her settle in her chair. She stared at him; she wasn’t typically one to stare. When she did it was a sign that she had stopped listening to you a long time ago and she had zoned out. She had the tendency to nod every few seconds during those times. This stare felt different, like she was actually watching and listening to him.
“Have you ever felt something that you probably shouldn’t?” Bucky tried his best to word the question for her to give him a clear answer.
She shifted her eyes away from him and opened her mouth to speak. She closed her mouth and leaned forward. She was really thinking about it, the gears in her brain were turning. “I can’t say that I know. I’ve made mistakes when I was younger, and I regret feeling some feelings, but I have never felt something that I shouldn’t have.” She got up and moved to a seat next to Bucky. “I’m not really following.”
“Funny you say that I was starting to think you did follow me.” Bucky tried to keep a straight face. His lips twitched upwards; he knew that his own joke was terrible enough to make her laugh. The real humor was in being completely serious when saying it, she laughed uncontrollably every time.
“Boo, bad joke. Terrible quality.” She gave him two thumbs down while grinning. She struggled not to laugh. She gave herself a moment to do so as Bucky made the effort to amuse them both.
He pushed her hands away from his face and onto the table. “You’re not a comedian either.”
“What? I’m hilarious.” She looked at him both amused and offended by his comment. “No, no! Back up, go back to your question to me. I would like to understand something for once in my life.”
Bucky nodded his head slightly. “I don’t want to keep you away from the fun for too long, so I’ll make this quick.” He took his hand away from hers. “I’ve just been thinking about someone all day today. She’s been having such a great time, as she has been more recently. It’s just nice to see her so… truly relaxed for the first time. I just feel like maybe it’s not right to feel like this about her because of who I am and what I did.”
“I really wanted to give you a serious response first, but I can’t. Before you specified gender, I thought you were going to tell me you thought about Steve being old and it made you sad.” She covered her mouth to hide the fact that she didn’t want to laugh. She took a moment to compose herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Okay, I’m good.”
Bucky just watched her. She moved so much in the last few seconds that he concluded she was uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be in such a serious conversation with him, but she was making herself sit through it because it was pretty important to him.
She took one final deep breath and put her hand on Bucky’s wrist. “I’m not going to guess who she is because if you know me, you know that I’m a figment of everyone’s imagination, so I know all anyway. But… look, Bucky, if you really feel this away about her, it can’t hurt you to try or something.”
“Or something.” Bucky interrupted her. Her word choice was awful.
She shrugged. “It’s ‘try’ or I quote Star Wars for the rest of the day.”
References, always with the references. He thought it was a hobby of hers. The amount of times Bucky had caught her tossing a comic book across a room or hurriedly changing the TV station from something she likes to something everyone else likes more times than he’d like to admit. It’s almost like she’s embarrassed of how many times she rereads and re-watches things over and over again when she isn’t on the field.
“You can quote the entire series later and The Hobbit while you’re at it.” Bucky took a sip of the beer he forgot he had. It was now on the warm side. Not exactly disgusting, but not pleasant either.
She nodded. “Bucky, all jokes and quotes aside… you can’t hold yourself back from anything. I have no doubt that you are suffering, probably a lot more than what I’m thinking. You can’t just, I don’t know, say it’s bad to feel something because of the past. I’m your friend and I don’t want to see you hurt yourself over this. You’re not a bad guy and you never have been.”
“Look at it this way then,” he began, “Would you date someone that tried to kill you?” He watched her and waited for her reaction. He didn’t want that to come out the way it did.
“Jokes on you, I’m into that shit.” She told him without thinking.
Bucky looked at her, horrified. “I’m sorry, what?”
She brought her hands to her face. “I am so sorry, that was awful. That just kind of came out, I am in fact not into that. That was embarrassing. That question made me nervous, and I just said that. I am so sorry you had to hear that. Look, I would date you because you’re not who that was, y’know? That sounded bad too.” She stopped herself there, she would ramble and continue to sound worse and worse if she allowed herself to continue.
Bucky was between still horrified and amused. He chuckled to himself, fully realizing he was lucky to have fallen for such a weird person rather than the cold and calculating S.H.I.E.L.D agent that she pretended to be on the field. She hid her face in her hands, but she was laughing at herself. He could have sworn she snorted due to laughing so hard out of embarrassment.
“Are you okay?” He asked, still chuckling along with her. He felt bad for starting to laugh, but it was still much needed, and her laugh was infectious.
She nodded into her hands. “Yeah… just don’t tell anyone about how dumb I am. I’m just horrified. I’m not some Matrix person, I didn’t walk straight out of the movies, I’m just dumb.”
Bucky stopped laughing. “Wait, you heard that conversation I had with Steve? And remembered that I said that about you?”
She took her head out of her hands and looked over at him. “Was I not supposed to have heard that? I mean you did say it a pretty long time ago… back when we kind of all fought over you and the Accords. Was I really not supposed to have heard that?”
Bucky shook his head. He never intended for her to hear that. “But am I ever glad that I was wrong about you…”
She started to laugh again. “Ah, jeez, don’t tell me… the feeling is mutual, and we are very stupid.” She felt a little nervous about the whole situation but loved the way it turned out.
“I’m going to be honest with you, that’s probably it.” Bucky smiled at her, for a moment before today he considered the possibility that she felt the same but wasn’t sure. “Are you sure you’re not into –.”
“Well, I probably would be if I didn’t have a crippling fear of relationships. My generation is kind of terrible, or I’m just bad at finding good people. I always get stuck with the bad ones.” She finished off her beer and stared at the bottle with a sad expression. “It has been a good few years. Nat used to nag me the way she nagged Steve about the relationship thing.”
Bucky was almost tempted to tell her she doesn’t have to be in a relationship with him if she was afraid to be in one, but he opted not to say anything about it until he knew for sure where she was going with this.
“That’s kind of why I regret feeling some feelings. Not a lot of things went my way in a relationship. Kind of turned into an asshole in the end. The Avengers, and I guess some credit to S.H.I.E.L.D, really threw me. Kind of started to be me again, I was always an asshole though, I’m just not as… terrible of a person.” She stood up. Wincing at the scraping of the chair on the concrete.
Bucky looked up at her, admiring the way the sunset created a beautiful background for her. “Happy is a good look for you.”
“Thanks, I was afraid it wasn’t.” She smiled brightly. “It’s a good look for you too, but not as good as actually going out there and getting the shit beat out of you with water balloons before I blow myself up with fireworks.” She extended her hand to him. She wasn’t asking him to join in on the fun. She was demanding it.
He grabbed her hand and was immediately pulled out of the chair. He almost didn’t want to let go of her hand, but he knew that he must. They were about to walk into a very wet and muddy war.
“Just a question before all of that happens, but are you free next Friday?” He asked, taking anything that shouldn’t get wet out of his pockets.
“I’m American, I’m always free.” She said. She planned this response for virtually anyone years ago. She was ecstatic to finally be able to use it.
Bucky sighed. “For a date.”
“I definitely knew that’s why you were asking. I am, yes. I am free next Friday at literally any time. All day. We should go watch a movie and have dinner. Are there any good movies out? Wait, you wouldn’t know.” She spoke a little faster than she had been. “I NEED TO RESTORE MY HONOR!” She yelled as soon as she entered the water balloon warzone.
Bucky ran in to grab as many water balloons as he could hold and throw. He was pelted almost instantaneously by everyone who had a water balloon in hand. “Watch the face!”
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Satisfaction Brought it Back - TEASER
The one where Lena ghosted Kara rather than going villain, Kara went into reporting on human rights abuses in warzones and Lena started a project to take medical information for aliens and their anatomy to help human hospitals.
And then volunteer Subject 99 walks in for a full exam and Lena wonders if she can pretend she's doing anything other than "playing doctor" while learning about Kara's unique body. But her traitor heart just wants to play house. SEE THE REST HERE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/56078508 ===== Alana helps the gray-scaled Jorviunan gentleperson down from the exam table. Five genders on a three-pole gradient, the species file says. Subject 98 uses he/him according to the survey. But it's not right. She's gotten enough peripheral glances of herself in a ballroom's mirror, gritting her teeth and using the identity of least resistance when one of Lillian's friends slid a hand around her back. Lena's been in both the human medicine and xenobiology games long enough to know when a word tastes bad in someone's mouth. Or fangs. Or pincers. Or feelers. Or bioelectrically charged water-filtering membranes. Subject 73 was a Vyllnat who rolled in the other day who looked like she belonged on a Wikipedia article about the Dykes on Bikes movement with the zinger being that her partner was checking in for the session in the next bay during the same time slot. Mating for them involves snuggling close and sharing body heat until their physiologies sync up enough to allow genetic material to simply seep through softened skin. What Lena thought was a rather plain leather riding jacket was, in fact, skin that just looked like supple black leather. Membranous flaps that adults use to seal each other's bodies in an airtight embrace during one of these sessions. A mutually embarrassing moment involving Lena stumbling and nearly wiping out with a tray of sharps and some accidentally-spit acid revealed the tight jeans were really fifteen feet of muscular tail as thick as Lena's waist trailing behind 73 in a holographic concealment field. Lena even weaseled her into letting her take 3D scans of all five sets of interlocking fangs and slicing teeth and a venom sample.
Late that night, Lena might have put a few minutes of Clash of the Titans on loop while she got herself off. Sue her. The idea of reproduction by snuggling is even gayer than a race of medusa-ish beings who come in three flavors of what could only really be called female in a human framework.
"Next subject?" Lena asks, looking up at Alana who is tapping some commands to the repurposed attack drone of Lex's they use to burn any biohazards off the equipment.
"iPad," Alana replies, her eyes sparkling a bit too much as she directs three streams of particle-dissolving energy. Lena sometimes gets a distinct whiff of Kate McKinnon's character in Ghostbusters, except that not only is Alana weird and unapologetic and intense, she's also a first-generation immigrant. She tears through American pop culture like Kara tears through potstickers, so Lena's never 100% sure if Alana's showing up in an outfit that looks like business-safe cosplay on purpose or not. Some city in Nigeria is missing their resident mad genius, to National City's benefit. ===== "Uh, hi."
Rude, is all Lena can think at first. She had heard through the 'DEO to Alex to Kelly to the group texts of doctors who deal with aliens' pipeline that Supergirl had gone from on-patrol to emergency use only around the time that blogs gushed about one of CatCo's human passing journalists coming out as alien and then leaving the company. She was trying very hard not to stalk Kara's Instagram at the time so she didn't follow up. Something something independent reporter in the field somewhere somewhere bringing attention to the plight of someone someone.
Lena only avoided full-on alcoholism over the last year by screening out all reminders of Kara's existence, which let her pretend. Which didn't make it hurt any less when Jess came into her office a few months ago and said that Kara Danvers had come by to ask if Lena had gotten a new cell phone. Kara's first thought wasn't Lena being a cruel, overdramatic mess of gay thirst and Luthor trauma. She trusted Lena's good nature, so her first thought was clerical error.
Kara seems to have taken being ghosted in stride because she spent the last six months getting somehow even hotter than she already was, which probably violates some United Nations Convention on placing dangerous pressure on the human body or something.
Her hair is the same length, but it's tied in a hasty ponytail that's tied off with a scrunchy made of honest-to-god paracord the same crimson as her cape. She's let the curl come back in--how did she straighten it, anyway?--so it doesn't look like Supergirl's sheets of gold more suited for a damsel in diaphanous silk than the halo of an avenging angel. What it evokes is a stallion's mane, glossy in the harsh light and waving as the beast moves.
The dresses that never suited her are gone, and the button ups are back but now they're a thick flannel or something worn half-unbuttoned over a burgundy tee shirt that clings tight and reveals the corners of the suit's breastplate underneath. She could trace the glyph through it, which means if Lena could only get her out of the damn suit, it would revea--FOCUS, she reminds herself--and rather than CatCo-required chinos Kara is in black denim that hangs loose at rest but molds to her muscles when she walks over to put her coat across the 'patient clothing' rack. Each flex and tense tells Lena way too much about how powerful her thighs are and also not nearly enough about what it would feel to have the--FOCUS, Lena--and Jesus take the wheel Kara's even wearing combat boots covered in a fresh coat of pale dust that could just as easily be from a hiking trail north of town or a warzone in Somalia.
"It's funny. On the plane, back from Kasnia? I almost told you."
When she couldn't stop fidgeting with her glasses. Her hair was a mess when she escaped from the Eve clones. She had her glasses off and her hair down and she was going to show me... Lena realizes.
She makes a sound she doesn't even recognize and suddenly she's in Kara's arms, her knees sting from hitting the floor before Kara knelt with her. She's slapping ineffectively against the protective firmness around her and watching her own tears fall like it's happening to someone else.
Kara shushes her and rocks her back and forth and doesn't ask before kissing her forehead. Lena doubts she thought about it consciously. Maybe when she is released, she can complain about lack of consent or maybe she'll demand another kiss to make it all better.
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"Lena, I really can't do this. Not like this, not with you."
Reality slams down around Lena like the doors in a haunted house closing.
"Of course. I can schedule you with Alana or per-"
Kara molds her hands to Lena's hipbones and pulls her into her arms. She takes her with force, cupping Lena's head and holding her fast. She nips at Lena's lip and uses the moan as a chance to lick into Lena's mouth. Hot and wet and impatient, her tongue seasoned with ginger and orange and grease, cut with the waiting room mints. She kisses like she eats, greedily and curiously and bottomless. Kara hums and holds and presses and licks and nips and sucks. She brings one hand up to Lena's neck and curls around her pulse, rubbing her thumb along Lena's windpipe. She doesn't seem to notice or care that Lena can't do this forever because Kara wants to do this forever and fuck human failings like a need for oxygen. Lena has to bite her tongue to get her to retreat. It would've drawn blood on a human but Kara just moans and pulls back.
"Christ, Kara."
Kara licks her lips lazily. The chilly blue that reminds Lena of ice caps and winter skies is darkened and her pupils are swollen and fucking hell Lena can even see little white crackles in the depths of them, rising towards the surface like caged lightning.
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ascottywrites · 3 years
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Digging Deep in the Hat
...and going back in time to one of the first ships I ever sailed on, and no matter how long ago that was *cough* at least 15 years *cough* it seems to have picked up steam once again.
Funny how things go full circle.
Back to that Dramione life!! 
**with an emphasis on the Ron Weasley Bashing element. (Just like I live for bad friend Scott McCall, I live for this and honestly, the way Ron is portrayed in the movies how could you not see some of this happening?)  
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The Peacock & The Otter by CarrieMaxwell (WIP: 67/? | 363,107) Ao3 Rated Teen and Up
Draco's always been drawn to Hermione in some way, he has for years and can't explain. It'd be easier if he could just get a moment alone with her to see why, but she's never alone! At the Yule Ball, Draco finally has a moment with Hermione and they share that time coming to a "truce". A battle of brains starts between the two as they form a friendly rivalry to excel in their classes. What started as a "make Weasley jealous" game becomes something more, quickly, and with far reaching consequences. With Harry's Triwizard Tournament taking much of the spotlight, and Hermione acting strangely with Malfoy, Ron's jealousy starts manifesting in ugly ways, until it causes a break in school tradition so shocking that people will speak of it for ages to come.
A story where Draco finds his redemption at the pivotal moment, deciding that helping keep Harry alive to prevent the resurrection of Voldemort is more important than bitter school rivalries.
The Silvery Light of the Amber Moon by Ghastly_lemons (WIP: 15/? | 46,948) Ao3 Rated M
Draco Malfoy has had a hard few years, forcing him to rethink a great deal about what he believed. One night when his father comes to him to celebrate what he sees as a wonderful plan, Draco realises that he has no time at all to stop it.
Patronus by TaraHarkon (Complete: one-shot | 1,399) Ao3 Rated G
"It is the decision of the Wizengamot that the truest test of a dark wizard is their inability to produce a patronus. As such, should Draco Malfoy be able to produce a patronus despite bearing the Dark Mark, he will be allowed to go free. The Wizengamot recognizes that this is a difficult spell and he will be permitted a year’s time to practice."
With that court decision, Hermione sets about helping Draco on the path to freedom and to the future.
The Quidditch Bet by Rumaan (Complete: one-shot | 7,116) Ao3 Rated G
Ron's desire for Malfoy's new Firebolt II leads him to make a silly and very damaging bet. How will Hermione react when she finds out? And just how is Malfoy going to use this to his advantage?
Bite First, Ask Questions Later by Daredevilsinthedetails, Kaylessi (Complete: 17/17 | 69,876) Ao3 Rated E 
Their world was at a boiling point. Currently, 25% of the magical world consisted of born Alphas and not a single new English Omega had presented since Halloween of 1981. Aggression, possessive behavior, and battles for dominance between the Alphas were making magical Britain a relative warzone. A laundry list of nefarious deeds by one deemed to be light and the cure to all of their problems resting on the shoulders of three unsuspecting students…what could go wrong?
Disclaimer - obviously, we do not own any of the recognizable JK Rowling characters.
Cursing the Unforgivables by verdeveritas (WIP: 19/? | 114,215) Ao3 Rated M 
Hermione Granger has been manhandled by a Devil's Snare, petrified, and has cleared the name of the escapee Sirius Black. After the death of her parents, she decides to take matters into her own hands. *Story begins after TPoA. This work belongs to JKR, and I don't get paid to write this.
The Deal by Scorpia11 (WIP: 30/? | 194,065) Ao3 Rated E
Hermione Granger is in over her head with debt, divorced from Ron Weasley & having obtained majority custody of their daughter she is in desperate need of a loan to avoid court & possible imprisonment. With nowhere left to turn she approaches Draco Malfoy with a contract in hand pleading for his help...which he happily gives for a price. EWE, Post Hogwarts, HEA, R&R. Warning Inside
I Left it Wet for You by dirtymudblood (Complete: 2/2 | 4,384) Ao3 Rated E
"I just don't understand. Why… why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three. "He's…" From her peripheral she watched him run a shaking hand through his hair. "He's just everything I'm not. Everything I've always wanted to be."
Her Beauty and the Moonlight by BrilliantLady (Complete: 11/11 | 37,484) Ao3 Rated E
When Harry helps Hermione find out the horrible truth - that Ron has been dosing her with love potions - she is furious. She is going to get her revenge on Ron in the most hurtful way she can think of – dating the one man he hates above all others.
*This is actually part 2 in the series. Part 1 is great as well but it centers on a different couple. So...there we are.  
The List by AureliaBlack90 (Complete: 10/10 | 70,526) Ao3 Rated E   
After her divorce, Hermione decides to get out of town to recover from the pain of her lost relationship and the miscarriage she suffered a year previously. She arrives in the Cotswolds depressed and aimless but compiles a list of things to do that she hopes will help her get back on her feet. In the midst of her journey to find healing she keeps running into Draco Malfoy, who is nothing like she remembered him. He invites her into his world, and Hermione finds exactly what she was looking for - in the place she least expected it.
Shifts by LumosLyra (Complete: 7/7 | 57,893) Ao3 Rated M
After a particularly nasty fight with Ron, Hermione ends up shacking up with the three returning eighth year Slytherins where she finds herself inexplicably tangled up in the affections of two wizards. “Theo grasped Draco’s hand as the two of them watched her closely before Draco spoke to her in a calm, gentle voice. “You live with us now, Granger. Do you understand?”
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*I couldn’t not leave this Tom Felton gif here...I mean...who can blame me? I could look at this on a regular basis. 
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sortasirius · 3 years
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50, Bucky and Steve
AN: Oh hell yes
Words: 1202 (self control?  idk her)
Warnings: idiot 40s gays
Link to OG post
Prompt me up
50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
“You’re being so stupid right now, you know that?” Bucky stage whispers at Steve, covering his six, “Why can’t we ever just, I don’t know, wait for backup?”
“Because we are backup, Buck,” Steve points out, sliding around a corner and taking out the sentinel at the end of the hallway with one clean shot, “Plus, who would ever want to mess with us?”
Bucky surveys Steve’s broad back, the way his uniform strains against his muscles, the way sweat slides down his neck and into his shirt. He plays up the banter, it’s a lesser distraction than Steve’s appearance.
“Mess with you, you mean?  You look like King Kong coming around corners now.”
“You’re just jealous that I’m taller than you.”
Bucky bites his tongue, preventing the retort that wants to come to his lips reflexively.  I’m just jealous I don’t get you all to myself anymore.  He would never say that, never admit to that, because Steve was never his anyway.  Only in his dreams, right?
The sound of yelling in German breaks him out of his thoughts, and he’s watching Steve disappear around the corner.
“Fucker,” he hisses, immediately sprinting to keep up with him.  It’s easier to do that than he would have thought, since Austria Bucky is the only one who’s been able to keep pace with Steve, not that he’s complaining.
Okay, warzone, right.  Cover Steve.  He’s always got to have Steve’s back, whether he’s Superman now or not.
Thanks to Captain America, forty Allied troops are freed from cells in the basements below the massive HYDRA weapons depot that is blown to hell as soon as they’re clear.
They celebrate their victory at a miraculously open bar at the little town near base.  Steve is nervous, constantly straightening his tie and making sure his uniform looks clean in the reflection of a pint glass in front of him.  Bucky listens to the loud, almost jarring music of the bar, the chatter that surrounds them, a stark contrast to the quiet walk back to base, where there were only whispered conversations and the sound of the wind whistling through the trees.
“You’re going to rip that jacket if you keep straightening it like that.”
“Well you look like you just rolled out of bed, formal uniform too good for you?”
Bucky lights up at the prospect of more banter, it’s one of his favorite things to do with Steve, something intensely personal and private, something just between the two of them.
“Need I remind you that I was captured only a few weeks ago, it’s not like they’ve shipped me a new dress uniform, not all of us are the golden boy.”
Steve’s mouth does that little quirked smile, the one where he really likes something Bucky’s said but wants to hide it for the sake of the game.  Completely unrelated, Bucky feels like there’s sunshine in his chest.
“I’ll get to the sewing machines, can’t have you looking like a bum in the middle of this fine establishment.”
“You always were good at the housewife chores,” Bucky smirks at him, knowing it’ll turn Steve red.  He didn’t mean it of course, Bucky grew up with three siblings, he knew how to sew before he was ten, but a good jab at Steve was worth a white lie, even though both of them knew the truth.
Before Steve can retaliate, a pretty nurse comes up to him, asking Steve if he likes to dance, what kind of music he likes at home, if he has any plans for the evening.  Bucky hates the way his heart twists in corrosive jealousy as she bats her lashes at him, hates the way he can feel his mouth twist, knowing that Steve would misread his face, think he was jealous of him, not of the girl allowed to so brazenly flirt with Steve.
He’s mine, he thinks, wanting nothing more than to possessively take Steve’s wrist and lead him out the door, away from prying eyes and too-loud music.  But he’s not his, he can’t be.
Steve looks like a deer in the headlights, and Bucky laughs a little at the way he’s so flustered.  No one seems to notice or care that he’s awkward when he flirts (or tries to).  No one notices the way his brows knit together when he’s thinking too hard.  No one cares that he picks at his nails when he doesn’t know what to say.  They see Captain America.  Bucky sees Steve.
Apparently, the nurse gets the hint after a couple of minutes, and departs with a huff back to a table filled with other nurses, wide-eyed at her bravery to come and try and get a date with Captain America. Steve still looks like he’s just stared death in the face.
“You really need to up your skills,” Bucky informs him, “Don’t worry, I, as the resident charmer, can teach Captain America a thing or two, if you think you can handle it.”
He gives Steve an exaggerated wink and claps him on the shoulder, letting his hand linger there just a second too long.
His words are double-edged, he knows that, but what he doesn’t expect is for Steve to stand fluidly, and drag Bucky out the back into the dark alley of the bar, where the only sound is the muffled music and chatter inside and the faint whining of a street lamp on the corner.
Bucky’s about halfway through an absolutely hilarious quip about Steve still running away from women, when Steve’s hand is over his mouth, and he’s being shoved against the brick wall of the bar in the dark alley, unable to make any kind of sound against the warm skin of Steve’s palm against his mouth.
“You have never learned to shut up,” Steve sighs, replacing his palm with his lips in one fell swoop.  Bucky can’t even react, he can’t do anything but stand there, one hand wrapped unconsciously around Steve’s forearm, the other hanging loosely at his side.  He can’t breathe, he can’t think, he can’t feel anything but Steve’s lips against his.
Steve pulling away from him feels too much like a heartbreak, and Bucky reacts without thinking, pulling him forward by the lapels of his dress uniform, kissing him over and over and over again.  He feels Steve smile against his mouth, feels one hand in his hair, the other at his hip, grounding him, preventing him from floating up into the atmosphere and away from this too-perfect moment in a damp alley behind a bar.
Bucky had heard his mother say once that breathing was easier when she and his father were together.  He had never understood that more than when he was kissing Steve.
“Well,” Steve huffs, looking unfairly good with pink lips and mussed hair and a blinding smile on his face, “I guess I do have better luck with partners now.”
“You’re an idiot,” Bucky pulls him closer again, “I’ve always wanted this, just took you growing a foot and putting on a hundred pounds to realize that.”
Steve gives him the kind of smile that makes Bucky’s chest ache, and they don’t talk for awhile after that.
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