#anyway the people are kinda shit because i did give up halfway through but it was really the breif concept image i liked anyway

[princessmyriad]

Some moments of a kinder story than the one our heroes got that have stuck in my brain

[its-your-mind]

This is a call to action for all the PJO girlies (gender neutral) that I know are sleeper agents on this webbed site

Go read Trials of Apollo. Go do it. Do it right now.

I know what you’re thinking. “Tbh I didn’t love Rick’s writing towards the end of Heroes of Olympus” “There’s no Percy so why bother” “All of the Argo II crew are kinda OOC” and listen my friends. You are so valid to have those opinions. I felt the same way after Blood of Olympus. But listen to me. Look at me.

Now that you have had some time away, you must give these books another try. For me. For Uncle Rick. For the demon baby grain spirit who is only able to say his own name (Peaches).

Do not worry friends, I do not expect you to read just based on my say-so - I also provide:

A list of reasons why you (yes you) should go read the Trials of Apollo series right now gogogo:

(Spoiler warning - all broad plot things that you learn early on, but I know some people (including me) avoid that shit at all costs)

All the chapters are titled in bad haiku. Ya know that one scene in Titan’s Curse where Apollo just starts reciting apropos of nothing? That’s every chapter title. They’re all so bad it’s amazing.

Apollo is so up his own ass about everything, and it’s so cool to experience the same world through the eyes of someone who is not used to being in amongst the chaos

Oh yeah the plot. That’s a reason to read it.

Okay so

Basically Zeus continues his streak of being a shitty shit parent and decides to blame like… every bad thing that has happened on Apollo, and punish him by turning him mortal and enslaving him to a demigod girl named Meg who is a garbage gremlin with a little demon baby guard named Peaches (see above)

And like the A plot is they gotta save the oracles from shitty old Romans who wanna take over the world (stop me if you’ve heard this one before)

But like the B plot is about what it means to discover that you’ve fucked up, you’ve made mistakes, you’ve hurt people, and you gotta fucking own up to that shit

But also

You do not deserve to be punished for every horrible thing that has ever happened because of you, or even around you, and when a parental or authority figure in your life tells you that, they are an abuser and they are wrong

And yet

It can be so hard to fully separate yourself from them. Because for so long, they were all you had.

But that’s okay, because when you start to learn that the people who were supposed to care for you and love you were not actually doing that, there are people around you who will love you, who will support you, who will pick you up and hold you close and make sure you know that you are okay

And they can’t fix you

But they can give you the safe space to fix yourself

hmm that was an essay about themes and metaphors BUT THATS WHY YOU SHOULD READ IT

also there’s a wikipedia arrow who only speaks in Elizabethan prose (in all caps)

OH ALSO ALSO you get to see Will and Nico being a CUTE AS FUCK couple in the first book. Nico smiles. Also makes skeletons grow out of the ground when people annoy him. Fuck I love this little gay death boy so much.

AND. You get to see so MANY of your old friends. And they still! Get! Plot! And! Character! Development!! Even though they are only there for a little bit

OH OH OH there are two old lesbians who run a halfway house for people who are tangled up in magic shit with nowhere else to go

Did I mention Peaches? I did. He’s my favorite.

OH ALSO. This is “unreliable narrator” executed SO FUCKING WELL. Like, all narrators are unreliable. But Apollo used to be a FUCKING GOD. He has not had to deal with the reality of death all that much. He’s used to people praising his name and bowing down at his feet. But that ain’t happening!! And he is Unhappy about that!! But it also lets there be such a clear juxtaposition between what Apollo believes about himself and about the world and what is really true, which is such a wonderful way to write about recovery from trauma.

Ahem

Anyway it’s just real good Uncle Rick continues to knock it out of the park but he just did something different and we (at least I) needed some space from OG PJO fan brain before I could appreciate how fucking awesome this series is.

OH OH OH and if you like audiobooks Robbie Daymond (hello CR mutuals - yes, this is the one who is our beloved Blue Boi who we (Orym) so desperately need returned) is the audiobook narrator and he is. So fucking good. Absolutely NAILS the dramatic-ass-inner-monologue of this dramatic ass ex-deity. Also nails all the other voices as well. 15/10 audiobook narration I’m lichrally gonna go listen to other books JUST cuz he reads them.

okay why the fuck are you still here. GO. GET THESE BOOKS. If your public library does Libby you can absolutely get them on there. GO FORTH.

[batsplat]

speaking of smallville now that was certainly a show. how many seasons did you manage and when is it best to stop? I am currently at s2 and already I would kill every other character for lex, wyd it’s only gonna get worse 😭

lmaooo okay so I got to. six. which actually kinda kills me because I swear I poured my heart and my soul into that stupid show, it drove me insane it left me a lesser person and I BARELY GOT HALFWAY

my basic analysis of the default journey with that show that I'm going to pretend is universal is like. it hooks you with something compelling in s1 and you still have enough naive faith to give it benefit of doubt that the writers actually know what they're doing, because you just wanted to have a bit of fun but, hey, these characters are actually more interesting than you expected!! then in s2 you're starting to get doubts but you're already kinda too deep. then s3 breaks your sanity and makes you scream and at this point you just see how far this shit goes. then s4 is.... mid..... but is also in a way the last remotely palpable season? and then at some point in s5 you're just like. wow I don't even enjoy the hate watching any more. and s6 is. yeah. eventually there was one storyline that is so insanely uncomfortable that it's just. enough. enough!

[mild spoilers to follow]

if s2 drives you insane on lex grounds then!! boy!! s3!! the thing about s3 from lex's pov is that. okay it's extremely angsty and does increasingly radicalise you... I have to say I started this show in a very innocent jokey 'oh ho ho I heard they have some good superman/lex luthor queerbait in that noughties show!!' and was ready to be a lex fan like. as a bit. and y'know my readiness to adopt morally dubious characters is pretty high anyway. but the first few seasons made me go?? okay but he genuinely isn't even the villain?? like I'm not even saying this for the bit, he LITERALLY is not the bad guy in this story?? guys??? and then by the end of season 3 I had been completely radicalised to the 'Actually Lex Luthor Should Turn Evil And Kill All Of You People And I Will Cheer Him On' stance. but what really, really, really kills me is that after all that, they still manage to bungle his transition to evil. like, they ignore all the very obvious reasons for why lex would turn evil after all that, and just come up with completely new ones? that have fuck all to do with this character you've been writing up to that point?

and the worst bit. the WORST bit. is that after all that, he literally does not even have fun being evil. like, you know that season one episode where he's being mind controlled and does his gay little swagger. this scene, yeah:

first of all, again, they ended up erasing lex's canonical motivation for turning evil, which is being so queer-coded he might as well be wearing a sign with slurs around his neck while he's stuck in a small town in fucking kansas. like "you think I don't see the way your parents look at me? the way half the town looks at me?" okay, great, love how this entire arc is eventually concluded by having the show say the entire town including clark's small-minded parents were 100% right to be suspicious of him, that there was something fundamentally defect with him basically from birth and he was always going to turn out to be evil. I feel like you definitely thought through the implications of what you wrote here!

but never mind all that, my actual point is that lex is having fun here!! this is one of several episodes where they're 'foreshadowing' lex turning evil by 'having a paranormal reason to make lex evil for a few minutes' (some subtle writing, this), and he's generally having a lot of fun with it!! he's leaning into the camp of it all!! he's freed from all his nasty and completely unnecessary inhibitions like 'not killing everyone in smallville' which. good. and he's just having a great time. and then he becomes a villain and he's literally just miserable all the time!! it sucks!! like omg if you're going to butcher his writing and ruin the character then at LEAST let him have some fucking fun?? at least let him experience joy at his own depravity or whatever? like he doesn't even get to do any fun villain monologues at clark, he's literally just sad clark isn't his friend any more while clark is giving him the homophobic dog slur. and then also about twice a season something paranormal happens to clark and he physically assaults lex to the point where he like, almost kills him, and then after that everyone pretends it didn't happen and clark never apologises and continues to burst into his room demanding answers. like omg?? lex, they hate you anyway, can you please just attempt to shoot clark?? also, obviously the turn to villainy should have been in large part motivated by lex finding out clark's secret and going?? the fuck is wrong with you for not just SAYING this?? (plus finding out everything clark did to lex in season three to keep his secret like it's genuinely so fucked up #lmao) but. I hate to break bad news to you about where we're at with the whole 'does lex know clark's secret yet' situation at the point where I gave up. genuinely what is the point of all this building and perfectly interesting character work if you're NEVER gonna deliver

but quite possibly an even worse sin of the later seasons that genuinely broke my brain was the treatment of lex's father. like, not to give the game away too much here, but the show's philosophical stance on rotten apples ends up being.... well. it's interesting which characters this show feels is worthy of redemption!! also interesting when they retcon several seasons of writing for the show that already very much set up why a character would actually perfectly legitimately go insane and instead settle for 'well his father sure did know there was always something wrong with him'!! watching some season 3 and season 5 episodes back to back would leave your face scarred from the amount of whiplash in the writing. the whole thing's kinda incompetent and dumb but is also like?? actively a little bit evil when you really think about the implications of what they're writing here

anyway. it's a brave stance on superman to go 'okay but what is being a superhero really about if not a whole whole lot of gaslighting'. and I do love the clark stalking room!! but the problem is, they could've played the clark/lex dynamic in a kinda tragic 'wow clark really has been so blinded by his parents that he's gonna end up destroying his relationship to lex because he just can't be honest with him and lex really needed one person in his corner who actually trusted him but clark wasn't the right person to provide that' way. they could've played it in a sort of fun 'yeah this is kinda fucked up and weird and toxic how they simply cannot stop doing dubious shit to each other' way where you just kinda roll with how terrible the whole thing is. but they don't go for either of those!! they're so stuck with treating clark's parents as the moral centre of the universe, with their "marriage is SACRED, clark" schtick and all that (yeah, there's an episode where clark gets lectured about the importance of the bond of marriage, this is a thing that happens) that they're blatantly unaware of what story they're telling but ALSO just refuse to lean into the batshit insane elements and just have!! fun!! and it's one of those things where you really do feel like an idiot for even thinking about this stupid fucking show so!! much!! but I swear, I swear they had a dynamic that hit like crazy in season one... also some of the fic out there for them is CRAZY like it kinda does make it all worth it but still!! still!! this shit infuriates me!!

anyway, here are some bonkers plot bits I remember happening in this show for you to enjoy if you continue in this endeavour:

the lex luthor slut shaming episode

clark kent slut shaming lex luthor, which is conceptually funny anyway but becomes funnier if you just read it as clark being unable to figure out he is actually just subliminally attracted to his friend. like, okay, clark being disappointed at lex for sleeping with thirteen different women, I see you

like. multiple lesbian lana moments. she's constantly getting herself in lesbian situations. and I get this is some kinda weird fanservice-y shit from the showrunners but, sue me, I thought lesbian vampire lana was cute

which is a thing that happens

they get spike from btvs to tell clark vampires aren't real, which is the one funny thing they wrote in about a season

the native american stuff is always deeply uncomfortable but it becomes even weirder when they invent some native american prophecy *deep sigh* to explain how lex was always evil

clark steals a car from lex several episodes after committing like, one of the most obscene acts of betrayal it is possible to commit against a friend (lex is unaware of this and possibly never finds out? I think the writers maybe forgot about this.) and lex is just like. it's fine <3 I know friends sometimes have to do crazy shit for other friends!! you're my friend, right?? and clark goes... yeah. sure

I vaguely remember lex buying stuff the american football high school team at some point and showing up to the lockers to give a speech and it's just?? this is right after the friendship break up and it's basically lex talking right at clark and he's talking about the importance of fresh starts and it is so fucking funny

the one episode where lana is in paris. they had built up to this for ages as like a whole thing where lana finally frees herself from that miserable town and all the people in it (don't ask how the 'lana knowing clark's secret' situation develops. it doesn't) and then she's there for. one episode

martha kent tells clark how they can't harbour illegal immigrants at one stage?? she eventually changes her mind I think but what even was that all about

the papa kent goes into politics arc. shoot me

lex becomes like. possessed by zod. which somehow manages to make everyone involved more dull

silver kryptonite makes clark paranoid, which ends up being pretty funny because he genuinely talks the exact same way

lex thinks clark can throw him across the room because he's been hypnotised

lex starts capturing various clark super powered friends and delivers these gay villain monologues to them (like genuinely, in one of them he's got shirtless aquaman strapped to a gurney and he's like, leaning over him, teasing him with a glass of water) and they're some of the best bits of the show

clark discovers the clark stalking room, which I will say was very funny

chloe basically saying lex always sends clark these massive gifts as a way of keeping his affections which?? clearly true but I thought we were keeping that the subtext

clark gatecrashes lex's wedding high on red kryptonite

one of lex's old bullies gets killed by like, a statue falling from the top of the building they're standing next to and stabbing the guy and then some of the blood splashes on lex and he's just like ?? bleh. fantastic scene

and THEN there's several scenes with his father where lex is like 'well that sure was a nice shirt :(' and lex's father is berating him for his lack of humanity. or something

there's an episode where lex is split into good lex and evil lex and it's genuinely the only worthwhile thing the show did that season. like the writing is still kinda incoherent but, crucially. it sure is fun

the spirit of lex's mum tells him she thinks he sucks

worst show in existence. I'll never forget it

[dainesanddaffodils]

okay so I think I have maybe like 2 mutuals who are ffxiv enthusiasts, but I gotta yell into the void about my warrior of light and the fact that, in true oc fashion, she went and did her own thing without my consent and now I gotta deal with all the feelings it is giving me

so, my partner finished endwalker last year and Had Many Emotions about it and afterword I said, sure, put me in Character Creation For Fun I Won't Do Anything About It

but then I made a cute little Au Ra and named her Cimorene to reference my fav childhood book series and I was like, oh no I love her I guess I'll have to put her through The Trauma that is this whole game

(I know there is much trauma, again, because I witnessed my partner finishing endwalker and she also would tell me things about what was going on, vague enough - and long ago enough - that I'm not like SUPER spoiled on what I have ahead of me, but like, enough that I know shit is Sad)

but ANYWAY I was still pretty casual about this because, friends, I am not a Gamer. The last game I played, that wasn't a Mariokart/Mario Party/Smash that I've played at a friend's house, was like... on my family game cube 15+ years ago. I want to be a gamer but my brain can't find time for it... until now

so I'm casually trucking along through a realm reborn doin my little white mage quests and meeting the characters my partner has cried about, especially this one guy called thancred - of whom I had heard quite a lot about and my brain had already decided, I want that one.

(he's voiced by Taliesin Jaffe at first, he's a pretty white haired anime boy with trauma, he's got horrible coping mechanisms, what was I supposed to do? to quote Richard Gansey, "Crushed and Broken, just the way women like 'em")

so that was like in the back of my mind because obviously my little baby wol has to go through a lot and he has to go through a lot (most of which I am well aware of) before that's going to take off and even then I already imagine it's going to be a sort of background tension they refuse to actually speak on but both just Know for like, ever (yes my favorite ship is Roy and Riza from FMA why do you ask)

but then I'm like a little over halfway through this first installment and a bunch of awful things happen to my baby for the first time and I'm kinda invested in how she's having a kind of terrible time and the first group of people she'd felt some kind of belonging with are in danger and she feels lost and helpless -

and my partner is sitting next to me watching me play and starts getting excited about the fact that I'm close to meeting another character

that character is haurchefant

and I had never heard them talk about him before so I didn't really know who he was, but he's the first person to be genuinely kind to my warrior after several very bad days. they're in a fortress in an eternal winter and he's still the warmest person she's met in a very long time...

and I thought, oh that's so nice I'm glad she got someone in her corner now after all that shit, anyway moving on

but then, like for the following few days I kept. thinking about it. about how much that would have meant to her, about how lonely she had been feeling before meeting him and how, now that she's found that, she kind of just, wants to be around him

and it hit me that, without my own consent on it, Cimorene had said, I want that one.

so now I have to deal with my baby's first love (which, judging by my partner and her friends reactions when I told all of this to them, is going to be a fucking tragic first love) when I hadn't expected to deal with that at all and now I'm like really really invested in this dumb game

(this got way longer than expected, I just had to Yell. also this is probably a precursor for things to come. I may be reblogging Final Fantasies up in here before long)

[dirtyoldmanhole]

SURPRISINGLY not about gunter. or fates. somehow this blog became 'fire emblem blorbo blog: speedwing* boogaloo' :P (*for those of you who are not like, ancient, "speedwing' used to be my old tellius-based sideblog.)

anyway

(very very very self indulgent ramblin / workshopping about future FE projects ahead)

next year's FE9's 20th anniversary and i am dead set on doing a zihark doujin for it. i got halfway through with one with tons of drawings that are still badass, lord knows that my fondness for him eclipses everything else i've ever drawn, i feel like i can finally do him justice, etc. this is The Moment tween krad has been waiting for all her life.

thing is i've been quietly debating to myself for a year or so if i want to do a strictly canon based doujin or one with selfshipper Stuff.

see, i thought i was going for more of a fanservice angle to sidestep that a little (still totally sliding that in whenever possible) but my brain unfortunately needs like a Modicum of Characterization :D; (as i am finding out with this gunter doujin). i need little plot hanger hooks even if it's gag strips or one off doodles.

and. i like. okay.

quick pros/con of canon-based doujin: wider audience, i don't have certian hangups over it

quick pros/cons of selfshipper doujin: it would probably heal certian parts of my soul if i wasn't being so chickenshit about it. it'd still be pretty? but it'd be harder to draw. i don't know if it would have a meaning to other than literally one (1) alive person and at some point i do have to kinda weigh the 'is the time sink worth it'

anyway

there's, very literally 20 years of inside jokes and shit with the selfshipper thing. i cannot stress to you zi literally got me to start drawing seriously. i don't know why i'm saying this other than 'this verse might be a bit self referential and i don't know if people would Get It compared to just canon (which i 10000% love on its own rights, it's not like i'm secretly dying to just do the selfshipper thing - ideally i would do a doujin of both because just what's in the games proper is so, so cool. he's such a weirdo. :D and tellius is the kind of cast i could stick him with literally anyone and wrangle up a cool scene.

- but. but?

the obvious answer is (do a doujin with both krad, like duh, people are gonna love the pretty pix no matter what ur overthinking it) but it just feels weird...? mixing the streams, if only in a pure technical/storytelling sense, and even above Personal Stuff i want to respect this on a pure craft level. ( i 100% love and go feral over the current wave of the selfshipper revival and would protect them with my life but with me it still feels inexplicably private and... i'm of elder internet, man. for me it still feels ... like it did in the 00's. very fringe-y vulnerable, you know? if you were there you know. idk. i'm still working through some of that.

feelings, god i hate feelings. just give me gorgeous dudes to draw to shut my brain up :D;;; )

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 11.20.2024

My progress ended up being pretty okay for this past week, even thought it felt like I spent the whole time shitting around, although maybe that's because almost all the progress happened yesterday. Also, when I say "shitting around" some of it was definitely actual shitting around (by which I mean thinking about Renji's bankai), but some of it was deep cleaning my living room so I could have new couches delivered and then the new couches not being delivered, but that is neither here nor there.

Anyway! Writing! I wrote all of Chapter 7/50, which was kinda boring and a drag to write, but it's important for the plot, and came out to just under 1600 words. I'm a little salty that I couldn't have done something better for 🎉Chapter 50🎉 (I've never written a 50-chapter fanfic before!!), but I don't really want to squeeze in an extra, extraneous chapter just to make the numbers line up nice, and I also don't want to delete any of the chapters I've already written, I need those. A bigger problem is that I ended it with one of the characters proclaiming they would come up with a plan and now I have to come up with the plan, and I am not at all confident in my ability to come up with the plan. This happens sometimes in writing, where you semi-commit yourself to the plot going in a certain way, and you know that if it doesn't work, there's going to be a lot to undo. But I gotta commit some kinda way, or the story just isn't going to go anywhere. So maybe this will be it??? If I can come up with the plan, it will work great, I think. It does not need to be a good plan, and it is perhaps better if it's not, but that's what we're doing now, I guess. I want to throw up.

Chapter 8/51 is a much better chapter!! I'd already started it ages ago and I couldn't really finish it because I didn't have a good enough idea of the plot happening around it for the characters to have the conversation they needed to have, but I have that now, so I was able to write it. The reason this update is on Wednesday morning instead of Tuesday is because my word count numbers are really fuzzy when I'm in the middle of a chapter. I did finish it at like 10pm: it is a total of 3558 words, 2,375 of which are new. I may have made the end a little too abrupt, but I can always go back and pad that out. The last few chapters have had Rukia and Renji off doing their own things for a while, and they got to hang out together again in this one. I think it's kinda cute of me that, for the sheer amount of Renruki fanfic I have written, even though I enjoy writing other characters and trying out other dynamics, I just really like writing Rukia and Renji scenes, it's still my favorite thing. Renji is wearing his pink-flowered yukata and making bad tea and Rukia is just relentlessly horny for him, and they would not stay on topic, but it's fine, I'm only doing this for my own enjoyment anyway.

Every time I finish a chapter, I think, oh geez, now I have to come up with another one. I think I know what I'm doing next, and it's mostly talky, but this entire act has just been people talking to each other so I might try to work in a fight scene??? I hate writing fight scenes, that tells you how badly talky this story has gotten.

Anyway: GOAL PROGRESS

This week, +3971 words, which gives me 12,171/20,000 = 60% of my goal, with 6 weeks to go.

I hadn't been reporting word count on the overall act iv rough draft progress, in part because I wasn't sure how much of Ch 51 was going to go and how much was going to stay, but that's resolved now, and the current damage is 8 Chapters/20,871 words. When I got started on it this fall, I estimated that it would end up at somewhere between 12 and 18 chapters, or 30-50k. I think the low end of that was perhaps a bit optimistic on my part, but I might be about halfway through? (which is to say, 18 ch/50k is probably what it's gonna be). Why does 20k seem so small when you've actually written it and so big when it's hanging out in front of you?

I'm gonna try to have a few more productive writing days before I need to go into Full Thanksgiving mode, but I kinda do need to get on that and next weeks numbers may well be trash. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It also seems that I have fallen off the art truck entirely, which I am disappointed in myself for, but also ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mermaidsirennikita]

Could you please recommend some books with that particular Friends to lovers trope?

I shall try! I haven't been able to find as many of these as I wish I could.

I actually was inspired to write that post because I just started listening to Sierra Simone's The Seduction of Molly O'Flaherty. This is a spinoff of her Ivy Leavold novellas, but I don't think you would need to read those first (they're quite good--though early on I kinda think I like this more...?). Molly is a scandalous woman a part of a scandalous group of libertines that tend to have sex with each other as friends a lot, actually. And she THOUGHT she was in love with Ivy Leavold's hero, Julian Markham. But in the beginning of Seduction, she's thinking back on this moment in the Ivy Leavold books when she was having sex with her friend Silas (they have sex... a good bit) and she looked down at him and realized "oh shit I'm in love with SILAS".

Anyway, TW, the book does begin with Molly as a wreck shortly after an off-page sexual assault, and she does NOT tell Silas about this before having sex with him again for comfort, and it's INCREDIBLY hot and I did actually feel like I was reading about two people who know each other super well and have had sex a lot, which is a great and hard thing to write--but yeah, halfway through it goes from really dirty shit to him MAKING LOOOVE to her. And then the novella cuts to Silas leaving because somehow he fucked up and we don't know how and now he's BACK IN TOWN. I'm GRIPPED.

(I feel it's SO important that I mention that he takes control of the moment by saying "let me have it". Which. Works.)

You, Again by Kate Goldbeck is definitely this. It's a 21st century take on When Harry Met Sally wherein the hero and heroine meet because they're hooking up with the same girl, dislike each other, then meet again after she's divorced and depressed and become best friends. You can tell that heeee is more aware of his feelings, but she's in total denial until he absolutely fuckin' rails her. And then she's like "FUCK" because it was supposed to be a one-off and now it's nooooot.

Reckless by Stella Rhys. The hero is the heroine's boss, but they've become best friends and have this totally codependent relationship lol. And they don't see each other in a Sexual light at all until they have this very CHARGED moment talking about sex stuff on a work trip when she's emotional because she just found out her fiance was cheating on her. Then he's like "well if you like.... need it......." which leads to a FWB thing (that starts in his office) and I can remember this particular scene where it's like "well SHIT" because what is gonna happen to their lovely fuckbuddies thing???

Friends Don't Fall in Love by Erin Hahn is a contemporary wherein the hero is actually a professional associate/friend of the heroine's fiance. She and her fiance are both country music up and comers, but when she sings a song protesting gun violence the country music community cancels her and her fiance dumps her, and she just happens to get drunk with the friend, who's closer to her, and then they have sex and it's definitely one of those things wherein Feelings Were Realized but she can't handle it so they go radio silence for a few years until she needs a place to stay and he becomes her landlord as she begins trying to restart her career. But... IT AIN'T OVER.

Give Me More by Sara Cate is a MMF take on this. Hunter and Drake have been best friends since childhood, and then Drake became friends with Isabel when she married Hunter. The three go on a roadtrip, during which Hunter notices Vibes between Isabel and Drake and basically asks them to fuck while he watches. However... Hunter gets increasingly Involved in these scenes, because maybe it's not that he likes to watch maybe it's that he's just, idk, bisexual, and there are SEVERAL moments where it's like.... oh. That's what that feeling is.

Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian has the hero become friends with the new guy in town, except the new guy is actually a girl, except no that's not it the new girl is nonbinary and is disguised as a man for plot reasons, which really sends our poor hero into a tailspin of confusion because like... he was attracted to them... But once they have sex it's definitely an "oh fuck this is a lot more than attraction" thing, and the other lead, Robin, has this realization especially sharply when Alistair is fucking them against like, a door. It's GREAT.

[the-phantom-author]

omg im new to sending anons but i just have so many ideas bc of hasan but not enough to make my own blog?? idk but i know him mostly thru Leftovers with ethan (shout out family!! but before that i knew him as the sexy political dude)

so like,, you being the next guest on the next h3 pod and ethan mentions it to hasan on leftovers before they wrap up like yeah tmrw on the friday After Dark show they are having you on and hasan goes UMMM WHAT??!! I LOVE HER ?.!! JAW DROPS AND HES KINDA UPSEt. whether ur a youtuber who has nothing to do w politics, or a streamer he’s always wanted to meet, or even someone kinda famous (ethan bags some big guests sometimes) he just wants to meet you. and him and ethan are at the end of the show chit chat where they shoot the shit and ethan is like oh i see 😏 so you wanna be on tomorrow? we can scheme something and hasan is like yeah i might conveniently leave my jacket here and have to come by tmrw while she’s here. no coincidence at all!!

and then the day comes and if you’re a youtuber/streamer you def know of him and are like all shy cuz he’s so handsome and you eventually get courage when you see him and tease him like “oh did you get your jacket?” bc you def saw the clip of him saying that and he just laughs and blushessss and then ethan ljke convinces him to come sit in the interview halfway through and participate (ethan and hila on one side, you and hasan on the other) and y’all honestly just get along and soon enough on his next stream you’re a guest

this is so shit but i just have so many ideas and nowhere to put them. this way you can daydream with me and even expand. ily thank u for your hasan service bestie

No I totally get you tho. I've had the though of Ethan introducing Hasan to his future GF since that one time Ethan was like "do you plan of having kids? Have you found someone to be the mother of your future kids"

But the next day, with your interview is so messy. Because you obviously know that it's a set up, you saw the clip, and Ethan's not shy about the fact that he planned on Hasan being there either, the whole thing plays out like some kind of blind date where Ethan and Hila are supervising y'all.

Maybe pull a power move and plan your outfit for the show around his jacket, and immediately wear it upon showing up. When he ask if he can get it back just say "Sorry, but no. It's a part of fit now. You'll have to give number so I can get it back to you later."

Also hi! Hello! I feel like most people don't know him through leftovers, which is sad because it so content. Anyway, I gladly listen to any and all ideas you have. 🩵

[silver-wield]

The devs and these convoluted messy shit endings. 2 for 2. It’s like they remain mostly faithful then at the end just throw everything at the wall. Less is more sometimes. The OG handled everything at that moment so much better. I don’t give a damn about Aerith but that death was horrible. OG did it right. Sudden and final. She had an avengers endgame scene what the fuck lmao. Awful trash.

I'm over halfway through a chapter by chapter review, which is being done on a replay, but I did actually finish chapter 14 again last night and it's so much ass Idk where to start.

I'll get into it properly in a separate post, but pro tip for people messing with outfits, you wanna change Cloud back before you start that one. As hilarious as it is watching him fight shirtless, it's makes everything else so skeevy.

Oh but extra funny, no blood on Cloud's alt costumes, so when he's glitching between that whole sad happy crying not whatever tf was going on, he looks even more insane than he would in his regular uniform because you can't see any blood or tears on his face. I was fucking rolling with laughter I shit you not! 🤣🤣🤣

But yeah, in general, chapter 14 is a huge mess. To compare to ch18 of Remake, I'd say that made more sense.

But also to bring up a point in ch18 of Remake, Sephiroth talks about other worlds and how they all eventually die, and you see a clip of Zack taking the right path while the left disappears in that shitty my little pony rainbow sparkles garbage (I really hate that. They need to stop it) and in ch18 we see the arbiter of fate has an ability called "correction" where it changes the outcome of the battle so it survived. This is basically what the planet does with these choices, and while Sephiroth is a big fat liar about most things, this is the truth. The planet corrects the errant course and that pathway is reabsorbed into the planet to nourish it. So there's no alt timelines, just other choices that eventually go nowhere.

Anyway, it seemed both Sephiroth and Aerith were taking advantage of those pathways to kinda hop between them. Maybe she was trying to survive while he was cutting off any chance of that until we get to the final pathway where she's definitely dead.

I mean Cloud deflected the sword, but didn't, then she woke up, but died again, then she came back to get in the way (and what's with that stupid entrance like she's been gone for fifty years? She was dead for less than five fucking minutes. It was ridiculous and embarrassing. Does she think she's special?) then she's lying dead, then she's waking up again.

And by the end I'd also had enough of Cloud being crazy. I get it. We all get it. He's insane. Can he not be an embarrassing douchebag about it? Kinda felt like we'd got stuck with a Cloud from a different pathway and I was like "can we give him back and get the regular one returned to us?"

So I obviously have a lotta thoughts about chapter 14 🤣

Let's hope the end of part three isn't as much ass as the endings of part one and two have been 🤣

[safetycar-restart]

Hii, I really love your blog so much, Ive wanted to send an ask a few times before but was kinda scared they werent good enough but here goes nothing...,I just wanna say this is not an original idea its just a combo of other tasks, so what iff we brought back free use days??? And you and pierre and having fun (as you should), also the part about bunny not seeing pierre fuck you before because hes out of his little bunny mind after you having fun with him, and bunny is just watching and losing his tiny brain cell... im gonna leave the rest to you can i claim this emoji♟️or this♠️

Firstly, I promise that your asks will NEVER be not good enough, seriously!! I love hearing any and ever random jumbled thought that comes into your mind. Scream into my askbox at all times! Even if I don't get to answer something, I guarantee you that I read it and got excited when I got the notification. Anyway, I'm gonna dub you ♠️ anon!! And I love this thought so much :)))

I would be so happy to bring back free use days!! I love them so so much. I'm thinking this situation happens pretty early on in the relationship? Because bunny hadn't seen Pierre fuck you yet.

Up until that point, you had fucked Charles, Charles had fucked you, and Pierre and Charles had fucked each other. But you and Pierre just hadn't gotten to fucking each other in front of Charles yet, cause you've both always been so focused on your bunny!!

You and Pierre had done free use days before, and it was one of the things you had told Charles about when you were discussing kinks and Charles was immediately interested, but also a little scared?

Which is when Pierre comes up with the best idea he's ever had: he and Charles can both be free use for you!! You can have a free use day with both of them!! Charles instantly loves that idea. He's not quite ready to be used by both you and Pierre together for a whole day, but to have you use him and Pierre? Incredible. 10/10.

So that's what you do.

You start out the day by watching Pierre fuck Charles so hard that he forgets his own name. You sit on a chair facing bed and just watch them together. You've done this before, but the fact that this time they're doing it specifically for your entertainment adds a whole other level to it.

It's halfway through the day when Charles is half dosing on your lap (naked, of course), that you decide you want them to service you. You ask Charles to eat you out, since his head is literally on your lap and he's absolutely overjoyed by that request.

Then you have Pierre fuck you.

And bunny just... dies. No more bunny.

It is genuinely the hottest thing he's ever seen. Nothing will ever top this. Nothing. He doesn't even touch himself because that would distract him. He just watches, eyes wide, and tries to engrain this into his memory so that he never ever forgets.

You only realise the effect it had on your little bunny once it's over? Pierre has collapsed on your chest, eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath and you look over at Charles. He's eyes are on you, his cock so hard that it's bright red and weeping. You say his name and he doesn't even respond, just stares.

You poke Pierre to get his attention and nod your head in Charles's direction, wanting him to see how ruined bunny is.

"Did you get a nice show?" Pierre asks Charles, because he's a cocky little shit.

Charles can only nod. Can't even speak.

Bunny has been ruined. Wrecked. He knew he was dating the two hottest people he had ever seen, but seeing them fuck? He doesn't even know what to do with himself.

So of course you have to make Pierre roll off you and give bunny a blowjob. It's only fair.

(When bunny is the one who gets a free use day, because yes, subby babies get to have free use days too, he has you and Pierre fuck while he watches)

[winderlylandchime]

Hello, happy Monday. I am here to provide a tiny update on my brother’s Halloween costume. Because obviously the man went an extra mile. He went to the store yesterday after we got home for some last minute shopping and you guys, he bought condoms. Bunch of condoms. And because he did get a tiny bit worried that my friends are, and I quote “fake gay and wouldn’t know the icon Brian Kinney” (keep in mind he is in a robe for one costume and a suit for the other) he decided to print out a bunch of tiny pictures of Brian in the robe and Brian at prom. And he made it look like a business card. So basically it was two photos one by the other on one side and on the other side he wrote ‘Brian Kinney’ and under it ‘the face of God’ and then under that it said ‘no excuses, no apologies, no regrets.’ So that was basically his costume. He briefly considered writing down some of Brian’s lines and only speaking to people by quoting him but he ran out of time (thank god). And since this neighbor lives like two houses down, the suit stayed at home. Anyway he knocked on the door in a robe (he wore shorts underneath!!!) with the coffee carafe (it had actual coffee inside that he drank throughout the furst half of the party) and when my neighbor opened the door, he immediately pulled out a condom and the fake business card to give it to her. And he did that to literally everyone! Some people recognized it after they saw the “business card” but only the neighbor who turned 50 a few weeks ago recognized it immediately and my brother gave him two condoms bc ‘one is a requirement and the other is a reward for being awesome.’ And then halfway through the party one of the neighbors was like ‘where did your brother go?’ And I had no clue where he was and then like 10 minutes later he walked in the house dressed in the suit with the white scarf and i was standing next to the neighbor who recognized his costume and this fucker walks up to us and looks at me and i could just tell that he was thinking of the Brian/Daphne scene and that he really wanted to quote it (he watched the ep again before we left for research). And he made this grossed out face and went ‘ugh…you being my sister ruins everything because i was going to ask *does exaggerated air quotes* your date for a dance.’ And then him and the guy went to dance. EXCEPT the song that was playing was Shut Up by Black Eyed Peas and he was dressed as Brian at prom and the neighbor was dressed as Freddie Mercury in Break Free and honestly seeing that happen gave me at least 10 extra years to my life. My whole family was laughing at the videos of them dancing because at first they tried to do the slow dance since they obviously knew it but the song didn’t fit and when my brother TRIED to dip Freddie, his fucking wig flew off and my brother went ‘oh shit. My bad Mr Mercury’ and then put his wig back on but it was backwards and they were both laughing too hard to continue their slow dance to the upbeat song. So obviously that didn’t work. So they started to dance in a really bad way because my brother is still not 100%, so by accident he was doing a great Gale dancing impression and my neighbor started to really badly twerk while dressed as Freddie. And later while we were talking, “Freddie” goes ‘quick question, how come you didn’t put fake blood over the scarf?’ And my brother looked as him as if he just kicked a puppy in front of him and in a very soft voice went ‘too soon, man. Too soon.’ And one other neighbor who doesn’t know qaf went ‘apologize now! Look what you did! He looks like hes about to cry!’ So that was kinda how the party went. Thankfully by now everyone in the neighborhood (mind you it’s not that many people. Maybe 20-25ish people all together?) knows that he is obsessed with qaf and Brian so at least they weren’t freaked out by him and probably even expected some bullshit. Which he obviously delivered.

Oh my goodness! This totally made my Monday morning!

I love that he had business cards and condones and an actual carafe of coffee. I love the idea of prom!Brian dancing with Freddie Mercury (and I’m very glad he didn’t say to you “looking good [name] I’d fuck you” and I am dyingggg over the question and his reaction to “why didn’t you put blood on the scarf.”

I’ve never done a qaf inspired Halloween costume. This is new levels of fandom unlocked.

[fragile-strength-is-gone]

My poor attempt at a Criminal Minds crossover fanfic with FantasticLand (seriously if you haven’t read fantasticland please do it!)

Interview: Kathrine Danvers

Original Pirate turned unaffiliated

Before you get into the nitty gritty agents can I ask you something? What the fuck happened? I signed up for three days. Three. Ride out the storm and then wait inside for forty-eight to seventy-two hours, then someone will come and get us. That is what I signed up for. No of course you don’t have the answers, why would you?

Fine. Where do you want me to start? I meant more, well, which beginning? Because in my mind the tunnels and the park were two different events with two very different sets of kids. Okay, well the morning of the storm was weird, everyone was super tense and rumors that Operation Rapture was gonna go into effect was circling. A bunch of people that signed up said fuck it and said they’d leave if it came to it. But we were sent to our shifts that morning, one of the lead managers of the park was going around Fresnoville screaming that the hurricane was never gonna reach us, to watch the storm but it should get worse than a mild-shutdown. Which is just when we stop the rides, shows and games and whatever are still open. 

So I went to work, I was probably halfway through my first wardrobe, around nine am, when they made the announcement that the park was shutting down and we needed to get guests out. By ten it was full blown chaos, there was way more idiots with their kids in that storm than there should of been, like, yes we were still open but why would you want to go in that down pour! So by then I’m in a floor length gown with these heavy ass metal and silk wings on my back trying to guide people to the exit where I guess they had a bunch of cars and buses getting everyone out. 

Kids were freaking out and crying, parents were fighting with each other for a spot on the cars, and no matter how much Mr.Mueller screamed that there was enough room for everyone no one settled down. I didn’t really stay that long though, I made sure my friends made it on the bus- 

What? Oh, yeah no, they signed up for O.R. but Jezebel just found out she’s pregnant so her and her boyfriend bailed on the bus. I didn’t, no, I chose to stay. I wasn’t in a rush to end my summer plus I was going to make so much money. That and my daddy is a real piece of work, the longer I got away from him the better. Sorry, that was a little off topic, anyway, I made it to the Dream Pop Star Amphitheater. That was the meetup point, we get there get our instructions and then go into the shelter, but honestly by the time we got people out of the park things were looking bad. 

Anyway, Mr. Mueller gives his speech, warns us we have forty-five minuets before the storm becomes a true shit-storm, but if we made it we would be fine. No, Mr. Muller did not stay, I’m not sure who made the call to put Gasleak, sorry, Garleik in charge. Whoever made that call is a dipshit in my book. Either way we all made it down there fine, and honestly it wasn’t that bad even after we were shut in. There were generators that kept the shelter lit, and the zombie center kept us up to date on the storm and the park. So, we just settled. 

Some people, the ones that were more visibly nervous or uncomfortable, stayed close to the command room watching the storm on the radars. Others just settled in, people kinda grouped off with their friends and played games, or read, or just talked. For the first half of the day I stuck around the command room, I liked knowing what was going on. And then somewhere along the way Sam-fucking-Garleik decided it would be better if everyone had to get the news from him. He would come out like every half and hour and get all smug and announce what was happening with the storm and then shut the damn door again. 

A few of us got really frustrated, and I remember Francis Flynn, she worked in the shops on the Golden Road I think, tried to talking to him but when they parted she looked really upset. Ugh that guy walk a walking power trip. But I gave up, eventually a friend of mine Bryce noticed I was feeling ansty and asked me to come listen to his iPod with him wherever he and his brother had set up. 

Bryce Hockney and I have been friends since I started working in the park three years ago. Yeah I’m sure you’ll hear a ton about his fucking brother, I’m not talking about Brock I’m talking about Bryce. Bryce, was kind and sweet. He was nice to everyone and hated seeing anyone excluded, he was my best friend and he did not deserve to die like that. No one will talk about him, his legacy will forever overshadowed by Brock’s bullshit. But if you want to really understand what happened in FantasticLand you have to understand, it all started with Bryce Hockney, and the darkness that came from that power outage.

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One look in the mirror was enough to tell Kat that she needed more sleep, her dark eyes were encased with darker circles. No amount of sleep fixed those anymore, they hadn’t in years. To be fair, they were always like that but in the two years since the park they’d only managed to get worse, making her (even on her best day) look halfway dead. Which, again, to be fair was true; life stopped coming for her years ago and her existence could be summed up as dead-walking-through-the-motions. 

She sighed, trying desperately to ignore the ache in her arms. It was a phantom ache at this point, her body desperately trying to make her think she needed the toxins she’d given up months ago at this point. She gave them up for this very reason, her body stopped being hers, belonging only to the call of escapism. And escapism stopped being fun when the escape just lead to more vivid and violent memories. 

“Kat? You almost done?” A small but demanding voice sounded from the other side of the door, it was Lily the freshman girl I’d taken under she’d taken under her wing. She was solely responsible for keeping Kat in line, the only reason this project was running as smoothly as it was, was well Lily. 

“I’m good Lils,” Kat forced her mind to clear itself as she pulled the door open, “Are we all set to run those tests today?” Lilly was a length girl, a good two feet taller than her five foot three. Her narrow and sleek eyes made her much more intimidating than her meek personality let on, and her smooth black hair spilled far down her back, Kat liked watching it swish when they walked. It’s the little things, she’d tell her friend when she caught her doing it. 

“Well, technically yes. I filled out all the paper works, got the approvals, and even checked the test files we were sent by the FBI yesterday…” Like always Lily trailed off hoping she wouldn’t ask for the inevitable bad news that followed a sentence that started with ‘technically, yes..’. 

“But…?” Kat prompted gently, knowing it would make Lily feel less guilty. Though the guilt never made sense, it was literally never her fault when things went awry. Shit, it was mostly Kat’s. Her antics had always threw them wildly off course, and mostly it worked. Like with this project that started a simple crime enthusiast app. 

“Uhm, they wouldn’t tell me why but there are some FBI agents in your office…” Her eyes were wide as she turned to face her friend outside said office. Her hand gripped the handle to the door far more tightly than necessary. It wasn’t that big of a shock, you made note of the two men before she even spoke, Lily seemingly forgetting that your private study office was almost entirely glass. 

The men examining the nicknacks on your desk didn’t seem to notice the two girls yet. One was older, wider and saggier than the other. Proof of a life lived, his stern and unwavering expression did not give any hope that it was a happy one. His partner however was his antithesis, tall and scrawny his light brown curls were loose over his forehead. He had an almost bowl cut and Kat couldn’t help but snicker at it, though not with malice, the kid was obviously a confident and happy one. He chatted away next to his partner pointing at different frames and chochkies as he spoke. His smile was wide and it took over his face forcing his bright eyes to shrink and crinkle. 

“I’m sure I can guess why at least one of them is here.” I announced a little to loudly when Lily pulled the door open. Both men jumped, trying to quickly right themselves. “See anything interesting there Agent Gideon?” 

The older mans face softened, his eyes returning to the desk this time with more focus. He took them all in slowly, before finally picking one up and turning it to me. It was a younger Kat, though not by much the girl couldn’t have helped but feel like it was an entirely different her all together. Her arms draped lazily around the broad shoulders of a boy in a pirate hat. The boys dark brown hair was cropped at the side but styled and thick on the top, his smile was wide and it was clear he was laughing. Their faces were pressed together, the happiest moment lost to time immortalized and on her desk. That was the most interesting thing about her, at least to the agent before her. 

“Bryce. Why that one?” She challenged the man, he twisted it back in hand looking it over a final time before returning it to its spot. 

“You shut out every aspect of your life before the park except for this one. And this one has deep ties to it, with proof of not only its existence but of Pirate Cove. All the other pictures here are recent, within the last year at the most. The one thing I don’t understand is of all the pictures why that one?” The man cocked a challenging brow, his partner didn’t speak. He and Lily too confused and awestruck and the familiarity between the two, they only darted their eyes watching the exchange happen. 

“To completely deny the pirates is to deny Bryce of his history. He loved being a pirate, and I loved him. But that man right there is the only pirate I care about. What can I do for you?” Finally Kat moved, closing the distance and offering a hand. The older mans shake was firm and quick, pulling away before Kat could really process it. She extended to the younger of the pair but he shook his head, almost guilty. Kat only shrugged and moved on, as usual unfazed. 

“I hear this is your final year in your doctorate.” Gideon offered, still obviously dancing around whatever it was he wanted to say. 

“Yes sir, is this about the files I asked for? We already got approval from Agent Hotchner he is the one who signed off sending them.” 

“Files?” The younger one finally perked up. She was surprised to hear his voice was soft. Unmenacing, which shouldn’t be her first thought and she immediately kicked herself for even letting it. 

“Yeah I’m working on a program that can be used for smaller police stations that don’t have the means or the money to send their detectives for the training the BAU offers. It would profile for them in real time using previous cases and profiles.” Kat beamed proudly. It was originally going to be a forum for families of victims to reach out to true crime enthuseists to help them solve cases that police either couldn’t or didn’t solve. But at the behest of her independent study teacher she dropped it. Her teacher was right there were ethical complications in inviting strangers to solve cold cases. Crime makes people whacky, she knew that way to well. 

“Really? It would pull old profiles that match cases their working on, but couldn’t that lead to mismanaged profiles? No two unsubs can be the same like that unless it’s a copycat.” The young mans voice was full of honest curiosity, like he almost couldn’t stop himself from speaking. 

“Yes and no, what we want it to do is take in information about the current case. So vicimonalogy, signature, witness statements, the works. You put it in, it runs it through an algorithm built around the database of profiles and it creates a totally accurate and new profile!”  Kat opened her laptop and threw in some random details letting the program do the rest. Curlyhair watched excitedly as it loaded but deflated as it spit out a nonsensical profile in which the subject could be anywhere from four to three hundred years old. Kat stifled her giggle at his disappointment. “Sorry, I just got the files yesterday so it has nothing to pull from, but that’s how it will work. Hopefully.”

“You’re going to run us out of a job, kid.” The old man spoke with an air of pride, a firm pat  on her back confirming the notion. 

“That is the plan old man. So seriously why are you here? Please tell me this isn’t about that stupid park.” The edge was hard to miss in her voice. 

“It’s not, thankfully. Though I was sorry to hear they couldn’t bag a single conviction on anyone involved.” It started as a question but his tone flattened before it ever really got there. 

“I wasn’t surprised. Two hundred people and for every one you put on the stand to say they for sure saw that guy stab another guy there are five waiting to say it didn’t happen. The entire tragedy had reasonable doubt built into it.” 

“Oh, that’s right! That’s how we know her!” the tall one straightened finally taking in the girl curled into herself in an oversized office chair. He took in her long dark hair, it broken up with strips of a deep green color. Her tired eyes, and way to thin frame that was hard to miss through her oversized hoodie. Honestly the only reason he could take in the frame was because her barely there shorts showed off her boney legs. 

“Wow, Dr. Reid, you save a girls life and you don’t even remember.” Kat feigned hurt making sure to stretch her face in disappointment. 

“Didn’t she shoot at you?” Gideon offered incrediosuly to his partner, protege?

“You did!” He laughed, and this was met with real horror from Kat. 

“Dude, you are bizarre. I still don’t understand why you’re here.” 

“We’d like you’re help on a case. You’re understanding of human behavior is a valuable asset and I would like you to look over a case for me.” Gideon said his tone finally hitting his usual deeply responsible. He was, like Kat, two people in one body. An older grandfatherly man who could make you smile with a cheesy joke. And an all work no nonsense FBI agent that could get you to confess your deepest sins with a look that made you wanna shudder. The latter was finally present and she relaxed, happy to not talk about it anymore. 

“Why me?” She offered though it was just stalling the inevitable. 

“You’re parlor trick.” Finally, it made sense. And Kat met the mens hopeful gaze with a mischievous smile.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

@playlander

OH SO THAT'S WHERE THE DOG COSTUME THING CAME FROM!!! A friend was talking about a dog costume and I was so confused and they'd just assumed it was in the game because they'd seen fanart so they didn't know either. It was the books the whole time... lmao

Anyway. So. Um. You're telling me. That the Wiki where I got the whole thing about a missing teens incident where the Mimic killed them all being the final reason they needed to seal the Mimic up properly and to switch Roxy over to the MXES network. Didn't mention the really big detail about an actual living person being inside a suit, having the Mimic just. Go inside the suit and them as if they were a part of the suit? That seems like a pretty big fucking detail to just leave out are you kidding me

That actually explains an issue I had with the Ruin explanation theory that has mostly escaped me until now (I was put on meds not long after okay that's been a rollercoaster lmao easy to forget what you were thinking on these things that's for sure) on how there's a body in that suit. The Wiki had mentioned that they were clearing the Pizza Place for the museum, and were using animatronics to help with the clearance, reprogramming (or I guess just adding another fucking layer on top of all that other shit because god forbid we check and clear things before we do stuff that would be silly) the Mimic to rip old robotics apart for... parts I guess I don't know the Wiki didn't explain shit. Like, surely, if they'd cleared it all out to the extent we see in SB, Burntrap wouldn't be there...?

I dunno, this adds a lot. I'm under the personal belief that the books are not strictly canon, but are an alternate universe that often overlaps with the game canon. So, the teens could have been tweens in game lore or something, or the suit that person wore wasn't a dog in the games but was in the books, but things like jelly people and shit don't have as much founding in the games. You get me? I dunno if I'm making much sense, but this, kinda clears up a few minor inconsistencies for me I guess.

It was a theory of mine before (I forgot about it whoops) that it was a Mimic that was under the plex and another one that was making them act weird as the Story Teller before Glitchyboy and Vanny got involved. I just didn't think we had as much grounding for that?

Oh fuck you know what? The Wiki said that the Story Teller (Mimic1 program, so clearly the first iteration, with a different set of data to the Mimic line of animatronics if we go down this route) built itself the Tiger Rock body. It controlled animatronics or endos or whatever to create the Tiger Rock body to. I dunno I guess kill it's creator and the idiot that connected them to the entire network? But like... if Glitchtrap wanted a new body like it's former one, then it could be a nice parallel. Glitchy controlling Vanny to make modifications or to help Glitch find a suitable body, or perhaps even his old one, while the Story Teller built their own by controlling others... ya know? I dunno I was going somewhere with this and had a mind blank halfway through but it was something along those lines

Aside from that, this gives me even more of a standing for some of the ideas I've had that have incorporated the teens incident into everything. Some horrifying stuff to be had there. I do have to ask though if you don't mind me asking... do we ever find out how Fazbear officially dealt with that? Did they go and get the bodies or did they just... leave them there?

Cause if they left them there, I'm for sure saying this is an ongoing missing children's case, like the one on the newspaper in one of the SB endings, and that I'm saying is the same incident as the one in that SB log from a concerned parent or whatever it was.

Yeah the last thing I think that I don't understand the origin of (that I actually care about anyway) is Vanessa and Gregory having anything at all to do with the Mimic? Like, yeah Gregory's backpack is down there and A Freddy Talkie is on the other side of the door but like. I dunno? That still seems like an awful lot to assume based on that and possibly Gregory's knowledge of the place... and then, what's Vanessa's involvement? I just don't see where the dots have been connectd here so...

Anyone know where this has all come from? I'd love to know!

[bastillewolf]

Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

Tag list CLOSED!

Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

 ***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

 ***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you’re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

____

You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[yoonqua]

uno.

Tales of LB and CN (ATZ Version)

choi san x reader \\ 12k words \\ oct 6 2022

Muffins and Best friends

9:46 am

This sucks. Ever since opening the tiny little box that mysteriously appeared in your room, your life has gone to absolute shit. Sleeping late into the afternoon is basically unheard of; you constantly have to be alert in case fucking Hawkmoth decides to be a bitch and ruin everyone’s day. And the thing is–it isn’t even THEIR fault. If only Mr. Choi wasn’t an evil mastermind. Hmm. A back-up ladybug would be cool. You’d have more free time. Could sleep  in. Help your aunt at the bakery…

You groan while grabbing the roots of your hair and dragging your hands down your face, causing your skin to droop alongside your fingers. You can’t do that. What if the other Ladybug turns into an evil twin…thing. 

You never asked for this. You’re only half complaining–hell you deserve to complain 100%. Some people were idiots. HAWKMOTH is an idiot. Superhero-ing is cool and all; you swing around like Spiderman  and your magical ladybugs rival Tony Stark's technology in cleaning up after fights. You had some battles handed to you for sure, but it gets very tiring having to fight the Pigeon man 53 times. When a civilian gets akumatized that often– it just feels like the people aren’t really safe. 

There’s just not much you can do, some people are just dumb enough to let that bastard shit head take control–is what you tell yourself to keep yourself from giving up. Just keep going. Walking to survey the area. Running after villains. Swinging by. Fighting. Punching. Thinking. De-evilizing. Hiding. Man, you are tired.

“You look half dead,” states your very best friend in the best, nicest, and welcoming voice ever. In response, you stick up your middle finger, almost sticking it up his nose, causing him to swat at you like a fly, dropping his muffin bag in the process.

“You can have them,” he begins, handing you the bag from the floor, “but seriously, are you–stop poking me y/n.”

“You talk too much,” you say as you place a muffin between your teeth and begin to swat at him like he did you. You didn’t want to explain your thoughts to Wooyoung. You weren’t ready to hear compliments. People usually resort to sweet words in the form of comfort, and it’s  mad annoying. They focus too much on the nice aspects of being a hero. Like, yea you look SMOKING in the skin tight suit, but sweat is not fun and no amount of magic could relieve you when you went into sensory overload. Especially when the sun decides to shine way too much in the middle of March and the rain from that morning left humidity and the hairs behind your neck stick–

“Helloooo??” Wooyoung begins once again as he knocks on your forehead with the exact same force you would a door

“Could you not?” You say as you turn your head harshly away from him, “I’m just tired.”

“I would say I’m sorry,” He begins while shoving a muffin in your mouth, “but I’m not. You never talk to me anymore, so I’m not apologizing for being a concerned friend.”

“You don’t need to be concerned for me,” You drop your shoulders with slight guilt, and you begin to ponder about your best friend. He’s never openly said something so sweet to you, kinda disgusting.

“Exactly!” He basically screams, “I don’t–no–I shouldn’t have to worry because you don’t just disappear halfway through a movie and come back hours later! And! On days we plan to hangout you always come up with a dumbass excuse.”

By now you have stopped chewing your muffin and just stare at him–mind blank. 

“Like, I can totally see right through you anyway, but I still let you go because yes, I am annoying, but I don’t want to chase after you so much.  If you have something you’re hiding–that’s okay! You don’t have to tell me.” He gets quieter at this confession and it makes you want to hug your dear friend. “But I thought I would be the first to know about your booty calls and possible partner.” 

“Huh...” You go, very eloquently. “Booty call???” You scrunch your face together as if you ate a lemon and stare at him with your mouth slightly open.

Wooyoung looks  you up and down with just his eyes–kind of judgingly. He takes notice of your dangling arms attached to your slouched form–one hand holding the bag and the other with muffin crumbs. Your hair–although messy– slightly moves with the early morning wind. It’s warm out and you have a sweater on, obvious that you rushed out of bed 30 minutes ago. Good thing he has an extra shirt in case you get sweaty and gross. 

He slightly laughs at your expression to his previous comment, but he had to keep composure. He only added that to what he was feeling to get a reaction from you. You had already looked guilty enough, and he just wanted to know what was up with you. At that thought, he crosses his arms and says,

“Yea, booty call, why else would you be dumping me all the time.” He un-crosses his arms and goes to swing his arm around you, “It’s okay to be horny, you know, and I would prefer to not know that, but again, I need to know where you go.”

You slightly lean into him as you groan. You were about to cover your face with your palms when Wooyoung grabs them and looks at you. You stick your head out to make a biting movement and say, “I’m not seeing anyone. I’m just….busy.”

“Doing what? You be helping out Ladybug or something?” He slightly laughs and lets go of your hands to pat down your hair. 

“Kind of.”

He stops his movements to look at you, “What?”

“Except I am Ladybug,” you whisper with the best poker face you can manage. 

“No,” he states but it sounds more  like a question as he expects you to be joking.

“Yea,” you simply state as you turn and continue walking towards your morning class, grateful the booty call conversation is now over even though you kind of blew your cover.

You’re not really nervous about having told Wooyoung. You trust him with your life, and you’ve seen him stare down a little black butterfly that was headed his way. Effectively avoiding akumatization. You simply wonder if he really believes you–he has to. It’s kind of the only explanation for your emotional and physical absence. You would explain better, but you’d rather let him take in this information first before dumping your other problems unto him. 

“You’re a pain in my ass Y/n.” He groans as you two walk into the school building.

“I do have a nice ass. Thank you, Woo.” you reply, also taking note of the amount of students in the building. 

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and confesses, “The booty call thing was a joke, I’m sorry, okay? So just tell me the truth now.”

“That is the truth, stupid.” you deadpan, “Thanks for not repeating it, though. I thought you’d scream it out so loud Mayor Kang would hear and alert the press…or something.”

Wooyoung seems to copy the same reaction you had not 20 minutes ago; slightly bent over and full of disbelief.