#dems are finally showing up

[mollyjimbly]

🚨🚨AWFUL HORRIFIC NEWS🚨🚨

Hey everyone, some news update and a call to action :( Yes, KOSA is most likely going to be moving again possibly. Please read the entire message and take action.

WHAT TO DO?:

(YES YOU CAN CALL IF YOURE A MINOR)

1) Call House leadership everyday.

Steve Scalise (R), Mike Johnson (R), and Hakeem Jeffries (D). House leadership (GOP) sounds like they're somewhat in disapproval. Use their reasonings. There is a tailored call script SPECIFICALLY FOR REPUBLICANS in our call script here:

2) Call House Energy and Commerce Committee.

Click their names here:

and their phone numbers should be present. Split amongst yourselves which ones to call because there's a lot of members. If you have time, call all. If not, pick a few and call.

More noise = better.

⭐ See end for extra resources and tips.

1) Movement in the House. There will be a full committee markup next Wednesday at 10 am. The list of bills they will markup hasn't been finalized but KOSA is most likely to show up.

SOURCE:

2) 42 State Attorney Generals signed a letter in support of action on social media harms, including passing KOSA

SOURCE:

3) Schumer has been pushing for a vote on this all last week

⭐ Pretend you are a member of the GOP when calling them. Use their concerns. They are worried about pro-life, christian messages being censored off the internet. Pretend you are concerned about this as well. Say things like "this will give Biden a win and then they will use this bill to push their LGBT agenda on the rest of us!"

CALL SCRIPT FOR GOP:

I am urging you to VOTE NO on KOSA, the Kid’s Online Safety Act. This is a dangerous bill that will harm children. Many news organizations have reported that this bill actively harms kids by exposing their private data to strangers under the guise of protecting them. We need to hold Big Tech accountable, but KOSA is not the solution.

The bill let any state attorney general and the FTC to sue any website for “harmful” content. Do we really want blue state lawyers deciding what can and can’t be allowed online? Big Tech is already censoring us. That’s why they support KOSA. This is massive government overreach. We need a bill that actually protects children by creating better security measures instead of bringing about more censorship.

Multiple experts agree this bill pushes age verification, even with the new language. KOSA hands more private data of children to third party companies, which would put them in further danger. How is this protecting children’s privacy? What parent would want their child’s private data in the hands of strangers like this? KOSA is actively putting kids in danger. Do NOT support this bill. Thank you.

CALL SCRIPT FOR DEMS:

I am urging you to VOTE NO on KOSA. Nearly 200 human rights and LGBT organizations total came out in an open letter opposing it. The ACLU is against it. Hundreds of thousands of Gen Z, who actually live online, are against it. We know the harms of social media, and we know this is not the solution. The new language does NOT meet any concerns brought up, in fact many organizations were ignored. Major news have reported that this bill actively harms kids. We do not want this.

The rewritten bill would still allow any state attorney general, and now the FTC, to sue any website for “harmful” content. When you have Republicans calling anything LGBT “sexual exploitation” or anything about race “CRT” to successfully ban books and teachers, then they will use any justification to censor the internet. The Missouri attorney general used “mental health” successfully to ban gender-affirming care with backed up research. Suicide rates will skyrocket for marginalized youth with this bill restricting content.

Multiple experts agree this bill pushes age verification, even with the new language. KOSA hands more private data of children to third party companies. Furthermore, updated language threatens encryption the same way the Earn It Act does. How is this protecting children’s privacy? KOSA actively harms kids. Do NOT support this bill. Thank you.

friendly reminder!! ⬆️

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Very Demure

Jongho x Fem reader

Genre: Fluff, optional smut

Summary: TikTok trends are so corny sometimes, still fun to fuck with your boyfriend with though

A/N: have 2 more stories I’m hopefully posting this week 🙂‍↕️ enjoy this cute little story with a bonus spicy scene

“Notice how my boyfriend wears brown because he’s a bear. Very cutesy, very mindful, very demure.”

“What…?” Jongho said as he looked at you recording him.

“Nothing.” You put your phone down and walked back to the kitchen of your apartment, leaving Jongho in the living room with a puzzled face.

A little later while you two were eating you pulled your phone out again.

“See how my boyfriend eats slowly but still enjoys every bite his hardworking girlfriend made for him? See how he gets a full plate because he works while I stay home and make TikTok’s ? He’s very mindful, very manly, very demure.”

Jongho watched you as he squinted in confusion once again, his button nose wrinkling.

“Y/N… why wouldn’t I enjoy my food- what are you doing ?” He questioned again, you quickly put your phone away again.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Enjoy your food baby sorry.”

Later you two were in the bathroom mirror getting ready for bed. Jongho wore a cute bear make up hair band you got him as he brushed his teeth with his face mask on and you just couldn’t resist. You pulled out your phone and propped it up, facing the camera towards both you.

“See how my boyfriend does his skin care while being cute and not gendering it? Very cutesy, very demure.” This time Jongho just slowly side eyed you. He knew questioning you would be pointless.

Finally you two were in bed, you sat with half your back against the headboard on your phone while Jongho was laying on your stomach with his strong arms wrapped around your waist. You looked down at how insanely adorable your boyfriend looked as he laid peacefully.

You tried to record slyly because you knew Jongho would not want to be recorded while he’s in his squishy teddy bear state but alas, you were determined to show your baby off on TikTok.

“See how my baby is the little spoon? Very modest, very mindful, very dem-“ before you could finish you looked into your camera to see Jongho giving you the strongest face of disapproval, you knew it was over from there.

“… put the phone down y/n…” he said in a stern voice.

“N-no I’d rather not.” You said knowing you were for sure in trouble.

“Y/n…” Jongho released your waist.

“Fine! Sorry Jjongie you’re just so cute, I have to show you off.”

“…okay but no more annoying trends… and ask before you record!” He said pinching your nose and returning to his comfortable position on you.

“Well I’m obviously not gonna do that but I’ll say okay for now!” You said going back to your phone, he sighed but didn’t even try to fight it.

“And don’t post that, you probably got all my bad angles.”

There was a moment of silence as you stopped typing then a swoosh could be heard.

“….what was that ?” He questioned.

“…nothing, sending last minute messages.” You said quickly.

About 15 minutes passes and Jongho’s phone buzzes. You, too busy on your phone to notice Jongho pick his phone up from the nightstand to check it.

ATZ GC:

Mingi: Jongho your girl has you all on tiktok looking crazy lol

San: I thought he looked very cute 🥺

Hongjoong: what the hell does demure mean????

Bonus scene:

Disclaimer:

Smut tags: unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), a bit of manhandling, teasing, fingering, fingers in mouth, drool, a little degrading ?? Dom Jongho, sub reader

You once again felt the cold stare of Jonghos eyes on you, you peeked over your phone to be met with his stone face.

“What?”

“You posted it.”

Your face immediately gave it away that you indeed did post that TikTok.

“Nooo…” you tried to look back at your phone to hide the guilt on your face.

“So why is my group chat telling me you did?” Jongho said.

“So you’re gonna believe them over me?” You said trying to escape this somehow.

“They sent me the link.” He pressed the hyperlink and your TikTok started to play.

“… you gonna believe your eyes over me-“

Jongho swiftly got up and off the bed. Before you could speak he was already pulling you towards him.

“Ah- wait Jongho okay I’m sorry I’ll delete it I promise.”

“Too late.” Jongho lifted your gown, revealing your bare pussy, before you could plead more he spread your legs, got on his knees and delivered a few licks to your cunt. He licked slow stripes up and down just drive you a bit crazy, he knew you would want him to go faster but you knew if you asked he would deny you. You bit down on your lip and used your hand to grab at his thick dark locks.

“Fuck- baby please, don’t tease me like this.”

Jongho began to lick slow circles around your clit. “Mmm tease you like what?” The vibration of his words shooting through your body. All you could do is try to ride his face as your hips began to move up and down while helpless moans left your lips.

He stuffed one of his thick fingers into your hole while he began to suck your clit, earning a louder whimpering moan from you. He slowly slid his finger in and out of your needy pussy, he knew you were going crazy and that one finger was never enough to make you feel full.

“Please, I want more.”

Finally Jongho released your ringing clit, keeping his finger pumping inside of you.

“More? Like what baby?”

“Your dick… please jjongie, want you to fuck me.”

“Oh my, that’s not very modest, or demure.”

Yeah, you deserved this.

“Please Jongho please.”

He finally added another finger to your neglected pussy and began working them faster inside of you, your moans getting louder.

“Begging for dick like a little slut, is that demure baby?”

He continued fucking his fingers into you, his eyes watched you as you slowly came undone on them.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Aww you’re asking so nicely, how could I say no.” He abruptly stopped and removed his fingers. You groaned to complain but he positioned himself between your legs to replace his fingers. He pulled down his boxers, his thick, hard cock springing up. He aligned himself perfectly with your eager pussy and slid into you.

“Fuuuck Jjongie it’s so fucking thick.” You moaned out. Jongho didn’t reply, he instead began to slowly pick up speed inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you with no remorse. “Oh my fucking god” and other swears was all you could say.

“Such a dirty little mouth. That’s not very cutesy” you have to say the teasing made the whole experience a bit better for some reason. Your mouth hung open as Jongho effortlessly rearranged your guts. He took the opportunity to put his two wet fingers onto your tongue, your lips immediately closing around them. “Sucking your cum off my fingers like a good toy, so mindful, so demure”

Again, you deserve all of this.

“Now be a good little slut and cum on my dick for me okay?” He shoved his fingers deeper into your throat, causing saliva to fall from the sides of your mouth. He slowed his pace only a bit just so he could pound into you deeper, his heavy cock hitting you in the stomach. Your pussy began to squeeze around him as you felt him cumming deep into your cunt. His hot cum covered your walls as you followed behind him, covering his dick in your juices in return. His removed both his fingers and dick and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up the mess you to made.

He began cleaning you as you two enjoyed the silence in the room. The silence was short lived as you picked your phone back up and started to record.

“See how my boyfriend cleans up after himself? Very mo-“

“Y/N!”

“ don’t worry this is just for me.”

[shelbgrey]

Hi, could I request more about "Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HCs:" and we have the Volturi wrap around our finger, please, thank you, and love it.

You put it, the Reader doesn't get along with Bella. I was hoping you could tell us more about that relationship. And I personally would love it if the Volturi knew that we're there since Carlisle and Esme got custody of us. They are "Cousins [ Demetri, Felix, Alec, Janeand Heidi,] Anutes and Uncles [ Uncle Aro, Caius and Marcus] to us". When Alice goes and saves Edward dumbass. We're there to save Edward, but we're also happy to see them. When Demetri and Felix came, we called them Cousin Dem and Fe while smiling. We hug Jane, holding hands with her. The Cullens knew about what we call them. We really don't care what happens with Bella, but we do care about our brother and sister. Personally, I got the feeling we don't really care if Bella lives or dies

Thank you so much 💓

P.S. feel free to message me if you need anything clarification on this

Being the daughter of carlisle and the Volturi loving you:

So I usually don't write for the Volturi so bear with me.

🩷MasterList 🩷twilight List

So you want to know more about Bella and y/n's relationship...

So, I want to compare how Edward thinks and how Bella thinks to show the two girls relationship.

I think when Bella is finally introduced to the family she's quite jelouse of Edward's relationship with you, there's no real incureties to it, she just doesn't want girls hanging around Edward.

Bella also thinks your plan and shy, there's off hand comments on how she's discribes you, Edward on the other hand discribes you as happy, humorous, and so beautiful.

You guys are always throwing harmful comments to each other and Bella usually takes it too far.

You also hate how she's treats her father. She always gets mad and says it's none of your business and you have no idea what you were talking about.

“my parents chose me, yours just got stuck with you”

Carlisle and Esme would put a stop to it, there's been many times Carlisle and Charlie have had talks about Bella's bullying.

Of course you're parents know your not a saint in theses situation, but Bella is usually the one to start it.

“if someone pushes you, you push back” Emmett always says, which is why your never scared to decened yourself.

And since your the youngest, your basically the center of the Cullens universe, but then Bella comes along and puts your family in danger, that's your problem.

You also have a problem with Edward putting everything aside no matter what for her, your happy he finally has a girlfriend but there should be boundaries.

You especially started hating her when Edward decided to go to the Vulturi after Bella's supposed death.

You knew about the Vulturi and you became friends with them in fact, your uncle Marcus(yes, you heard me right) says your the glue that holds you all together.

After Aro found out about a human joining Cullen Coven, he showed up to see if it was true, Aro didn't really have a plan for what he was gonna do, but when he met you he saw no harm. He was in aw at the sight of the small child.

The deal was that you could stay human with the family as long as you wanted, you just had to keep the secret of the Vampires.

Honestly you see Aro as the creepy uncle, you'd never say that to his face and he'll never found out because he refuses to read your mind.

“but, Dad he creeps me out! None of the others do”

Dispite you thinking he's creepy, he'd never hurt you.

At first Cauis wanted nothing to do with you and didn't agree with Aro's decision, but the more the family interacted with the Vulturi the more he grew a soft spot for you.

Marcus is more of a grandpa than an uncle if were being honest, he's a lot older than the others and he's always been so gentle and kind towrds you.

He gives you advice and is there if you need to talk.

I don't know much about Heidi, but I figure she'd absolutely love you and is always spoiling you.

Demetri is like a big brother/cousin and you kinda have a love/hate relationship. You guys tease each other and sometimes it'll get mean, but trust me he'd kill anyone who harms you.

Your probably closest to Jane and Alec, they're both closer to your age and you three just hit it off immediately. You hate hearing about they're tragic back stories but they always tell you it's not your fault and you make they're lives better.

Then Edward left for Italy to go and execute himself 🙄

You were so made at Bella for putting Edward in this headspace and situation, especially after you found out she's was perfectly fine.

But, anyway Alice was getting ready to take Bella to Italy and you wanted to Tag along. Not because you were there to support Bella, but because you wanted to see the extented family.

Ya know... Going to Italy to beat Felix and Demetir at Mario cart again...

What you didn't want to do is see Bella getting all dramatic and telling your Uncle Aro to kill her instead of Edward.

You rolled your eyes and came up to hug Jane as she threatened to use her gift on her, she was only using like 5% of it on Edward just for ✨dramatic effect✨ . “alright Jay, they've learned their lessons”

Jane chuckled and stopped using her powers on Edward, wasn't too painful for him.

“Aw, I was having fun” Felix sighed as you ran up to him and hugged him.

Cauis rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile as Bella looked completely confused. “What just happened?”

“nothing... Just you being dramatic for no reason, they're on our side bone head, You think they'd actually hurt Eddie?”

You left Felix's arms and walked around the Castle. “by the way, where's Dem?”

He appeared and hugged you while Bella looked even more confused and kept asking unanswered questions. “aw, she's still alive”

You laughed and quickly shhed him.

“what? You think just because they're old school and basically vampire royalty they're evil? you asked Bella, you were kinda pissed off she thought so low of them.

“yeah we never said we were gonna kill him and Alice never said that either” Aro said, clapping his heads together.

You then clicked your tough, with a sarcastic smile. “well, we send little miss. Main character home and me and Alice can stay here for the weekend, dad said we could.”

Jane hugged you excited for some girl time while Felix ran around the Castle making sure you had a comfy room to sleep in.

“do what ever you want Dem, killer or set her free, send her to the moon, have her for dinner, I don't really care”

Uncle Cauis laughed as bella started stuttering as Felix and Alec came back with arms full of dvds.

“wait, what?” Edward sighed. “they're kidding”

“we could watch a bunch of TV shows, we got Bones, and supernatural” Felix smiled.

“no Supernatural, they got the vampires all wrong” Alec said.

The two boys and you and Jane both just walked off talking about what you should watch without even a goodbye for Edward and Bella. “What about Moon Knight, dad finally got an account for Disney+. It's a really good marvel show”

“ooh, I heard Oscar Isaac is in it, he's so hot” Jane said, Felix and Alec groaned as you girls started thirsting over male actors.

“they're just gonna be horny for 40-something year old men the whole time” Alec sighed, heide slapped him and told him to be nice.

Bella scoffed and left with Edward after Alice smiled and ran after her sister and Jane.

“Lators Gators” you shouted to Edward.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Flirting With Others (Obey Me!)

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You and your favorite demon have a "will-they won't-they" thing going on and you got tired of it. You and another demon student flirt around. Your favorite demon sees this. How does he react?

»Characters: Demon Bros, Diavolo, Barbatos

»Tags: ⚠️ (for themes) *Self indulgent tbh, Possessive, Jealousy, Yandere for some, Toxic, GN Reader, Diavolo my beloved, swooning over beel

»Note: How did I forget this in my notes!? AAAAAAA♡♡♡

Lucifer:

He was on the way to his student office when he saw you two

Why are you smiling at them like that?

His eyes widened when he saw the other demon lightly touch your shoulder

He's not irritated, nope not at all

He takes it out on everyone for the rest of the day

Barely speaks to you for days

Why would you have eyes for someone else when he's more than available?

Saw you with that lowly demon again in the hallway and he just wasn't having it anymore

He called you to him

"We are going on a date tonight at 7. Be ready. Don't make me wait."

You seemed confused but very excited

He was too and just smirked at the angry demon behind you

Mammon:

Was waiting outside for you to go home together and he saw you from the distance with the demon

What's the human doing blushing like that?

Not one to ignore situations like that

Gets closer to investigate

Did...did that demon just touch their arm?

Seriously, why are you acting all happy and giggly with them?

He can't bare to watch...it....it kind of hurts

Before he knows it he's getting in between you two

"What? You wanna be food or somethin'? C'mon." He growls and drags you away angrily

The other demon tried to protest but Mammon slid into demon form in an instant so they backed off

He held your hand all the way home but he was silent until you got to the door

"Don't ever do that again...ya hear me? You're definitely mine, got it?"

Levi:

Couldn't wait to show you his new video of funny anime clips he made

He made sure to include some of your favorites, he knew you'd love it!

He went looking for you around lunch

Who is that demon...why are they so close to you?

They're getting too cozy...

He saw the demon wrap their arm around your waist while you laughed

TOO COZY

Before he knew it he slipped into his demon form and went yelling at the two of you

He grabbed you and dragged you away yelling about normies and his time

The other demon barely had time to say anything since Levi shot them a death glare

He kept mumbling angrily and finally stopped when you two were away from everyone

"You can't do things like that! I won't allow it! You're my player two, okay!? And...and tonight is date night!"

Satan:

Went to go meet you at the library

Noticed you were talking to a demon he was seeing around more often

Decided to spy just a little...was curious is all

Went from chill to "chill 🙂" when he saw the other demon kiss your hand

He rushed over and cleared his throat and offered a not so friendly hello

The demon didn't leave...great

When you went to the restroom Satan threatened them

"If you know what's good for you, I suggest you stay away."

Don't catch his paws

The demon had heard stories about Satan's wrath so they complied

He explained to you the other demon had things to do

"Hey while I have you here...would you like to go on a date this weekend?"

Asmo:

Was on his way to class but got nosy when he saw you were with someone that wasn't his brothers

He stayed back to check if you were safe

A small flame erupted when he saw the other demon lightly brush your hair with their finger

Ha! As if he could ever be jealous of someone like them!

But they were getting all your attention...

Sauntered over and introduced himself

He suggested the other demon leave since they would never be good enough for you

You seemed embarrassed but also delighted by the turn of events

"Sorry it took long...will you go on a date with me♡?"

He can't have anyone scoop up what's his 💅

Beel:

Went to look for you after school

Saw you with another demon in an empty  classroom

Saw the demon take both your hands

You were blushing and they were giving you a flirty smile

Before Beel knew it he was in front of you both and took the other demons hands off you, who protested

Beel bared his fangs and they backed off

"Lets go." Beel pulled you away angrily and carried you home

Why did he do that?

Was nervous/upset when he thought about you meeting with that demon so he was clingy for a few days

He froze when he saw the demon hanging around you again

pout

He put two and two together and realized he was jealous

He asked you out in front of the other demon and admitted he didn't want to see you with anyone else

Belphie:

Thought he was having a nightmare when he saw you and another demon flirting in class

What do you mean this isn't a dream

Belphie.exe has stopped working

Murder.

Murder on his mind.

You will be his. You are his.

He silently made his way towards you both and faced the other demon

punch

"Dont think you can get in my way." He warned the unconscious body

You seemed upset yet moved by his action

He grabbed your hand tightly and muttered about annoyances

"You're mine, no question. Everyone will know this now."

Diavolo:

He eagerly seeked you out after classes ended and came upon a crushing sight

You were laughing in the arms of another demon in the empty hallway

He must behave professionally

He must behave

He must-

"Who's this nuisance my little lamb? 🙂"

Oh shit was he in demon form too?

Why do you make him so weak?

He was pleased to see the other demon cower and excuse themselves quickly

The black aura probably helped warn them of the danger too

He apologized for his appearance but remained truthful with you

"Forgive me, I should've said this long ago. You are mine, let me be clear about that now."

He carried you home and from then on, everyone knew you two were officially dating

Barbatos:

Was on his way to Diavolo's office when he saw you and a demon skipping class and looking friendly...

Surely not you? No, not at all-

Not a fan of this new development but chose to ignore it, he had bigger things to focus on after all

Tried to continue to Diavolo's office unnoticed

It wasn't until he saw the demon wrapping their arm around you that he really snapped and walked over

"Ahem. Excuse me to interrupt..."

Pulled you away to the nearest empty classroom

Pushed you against the wall, his gloved hand held your face gently

"I apologize for not making my intentions clear before. We are together, starting now. I did not like what I witnessed and know that won't happen again."

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[puranami]

✿ Omelette - The Morning After ✿

A/N: I did leave the original with a point to start a follow up if the mood struck, and people have been showing interest, so here we are... doing our best __φ(．．✿)

Summary: The morning after Sanji found you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour, you are no longer overtired and must deal with the fallout.

Content: Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs were. Even more pining with a nice side dish of denial, G/N reader ✿

(Part 1) - (Part 3)

"Oh my god..."

You cringe into your pillow, unsure of how you are supposed to face the day, and especially Sanji, after last night's omelette fuelled shenanigans. The entire thing had felt like a dream, and you would have gone on with the rest of your life believing that's what it was were it not for one glaring issue.

Sanji's nightshirt.

It was still comfortably wrapped around you, still with that sweet and musky scent that had enveloped you as you finally managed to sleep, and you couldn't help nuzzling into the sleeves with a contented sigh.

"No! Stop that!" you shouted internally, forcing yourself up in your hammock. "You do not have feelings for him, he does not have feelings for you; he was just being a good friend lending you his shirt because you were a dumbass who forgot to put on pants!"

You felt your chest tighten somewhat at your inner monologue. Maybe you did have a tiny bit of a crush, truly miniscule really, nothing to get yourself worked up about. You let out another small sigh, starting to fiddle with the top button, knowing you had to take it off and return it.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Surely it'd be okay to hang onto it a little longer, right? It would be bad manners to hand back a dirty shirt, so you should definitely wash it first at the very least. And since you aren't due to do your laundry for a couple more days; maybe you can wear it at night in the meantime?

You let out an audible groan, flopping back down onto your pillow face first, hardly able to believe your own thoughts.

"Why am I being so weird about this?" The cycle of cringing into your pillow begins again.

A sudden knock at your door surprises you, and you nearly fall out of your hammock. The door opens a crack, not enough to see in or out of, and a familiar voice greets you.

"Just wanted to check in, darling, you're missing breakfast, and if you don't get there soon," Sanji trails off, not needing to elaborate on the eating habits of your captain. He gives you a moment to respond, but you can't find any of your words; you needed more time to overthink about how you were going to talk to him! You pull your blanket up over your head in a poor attempt to hide from the situation.

Thinking you were still asleep, and knowing that you were properly covered thanks to his actions during the night, he opens the door further and peeks his head in.

"Darling?"

He lets out a little laugh seeing your blanket covered form still in your hammock. Letting himself into the room fully he makes his way over to your little sanctuary, unaware of the utter panic contained within, before crouching down beside you. A gentle hand rocks you ever so slightly in an attempt to rouse you from your assumed slumber.

"It's time to wake up, love," he almost whispers.

You instinctively groan at the pet name, mentally cursing yourself for it immediately after - you can't pretend to be asleep anymore now. Resigning yourself to your fate, you slowly pull the blanket down a little, at least enough to look at him.

"Good morning, sunshine!" He beams, always happy for any time in your presence. "You're going to miss breakfast."

God damn this radiance in human form. You take a stabilising breath before reluctantly sitting up, allowing your blanket to fall down to your waist. Sanji couldn't help the cheeky little smirk that graced his face upon seeing his nightshirt; you could have easily taken it off once you got back to your quarters, but here it still was.

"What's the face for?" You grumble, poking his forehead and lightly pushing him back. Sanji giggled as he lost his balance, deciding it best to sit beside you instead of crouching. He leaned his arms on the side of the hammock and looked up at your pouting face, smiling at how cute you were.

"Comfy, sweet?" The amusement in his voice was painfully apparent as he gave the collar of the shirt a playful tug.

Burying your face into sleeve covered hands to hide the blush you felt forming, you let out an exasperated sigh, falling onto your back while muttering various curses, causing Sanji to let out a hearty laugh. As much as he was enjoying how flustered you were, he was cautious about pushing things too far; he wanted to win your affections, and too much teasing may undermine that for him. He gently pats the top of your head, making you jump slightly from the unexpected touch.

"You know, if you want to keep a hold of it, I wouldn't mind." You pull your hands down to look at him, eyes wide while still covering the lower half of your face. It was like he could see right through you, like he had heard your earlier thoughts about keeping it, at least for a couple more nights. What witchcraft was this!

"W-what? No! I..." you finally manage to blurt out, sitting up once more. Time to attempt some damage control and deny everything! "I appreciate that you were just helping me out, a-and I was gonna wash it before giving it back!" Sanji had taken to leaning on one of his hands, a lazy smile on his face, endlessly amused by this whole thing. He's never actually seen you in this state before - you're usually so composed.

"It's alright, love, I have other shirts," he shrugs. Throughout this entire exchange, you hadn't reacted to any of his terms of endearment like you usually do.

Maybe it was time to try his luck.

"You wear it much better than I do, anyway." Sanji flashes you a flirty wink, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. In a last ditch attempt to salvage your carefully crafted aloof image you throw your blanket over him.

"Stop looking at me with your dumb face!"

The man is unfazed.

Giggling like an idiot he flips the blanket back over the hammock, keeping his hands up afterwards in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I yield." He lifts himself off of the floor, patting down the back of his suit trousers. "Breakfast has probably been demolished by now, so when you're ready, come to the kitchen, and I'll make something special for you." He graces you with one last signature golden smile, before heading out, pausing at your door momentarily.

"How does an omelette sound, love?" He can't help snickering, and your face flushes deep red.

"Out!!" You yell as you throw your pillow at him, which he easily bats away while laughing. Once he was gone and the door was shut you cursed; it felt like your heart was trying to escape the confines of your body, and the intensity was overwhelming.

You refused to admit it, but you were down bad for this beautiful menace.

To be continued? Oh no! Welp, looks like the oneshot I initially started with has turned into a little series :3c I really enjoy writing Sanji, can you tell?

[faelapis]

this sucks. but please don't just blame voters. especially not minority groups who "didn't vote hard enough" or whatever. they're going to suffer through this, same as you. so please, blame the people in power. the campaign was bad.

the liz cheney strategy was always, always complete wishcasting. centrist dems WANT the electorate to be all moderate republican suburbanites who make 200k a year. that has never been reality.

everything else can be discussed. but, it needs to be said that the "moderate republican" strategy was awful. dems valued war-loving neocons with 13% approval rating over winning. they valued protecting joe biden's feelings above winning. they valued love for israel above winning. they valued shifting right above winning.

there was never, ever data to suggest liz cheney neocon shit swayed anyone in a positive direction. never. that was just what dems wanted to happen, because they are neocons. all data showed that harris breaking from biden on gaza would've helped. all data showed she should have promised bigger economic change. but dems valued their own ideological right-wing shift above winning.

we can talk about voters as well. yes, men suck. they don't care about women, minorities, lgbt+ people. but i will never let the democratic party establishment live this down. they're the ones who ran this campaign.

they're going to find ways to blame the left. they always do. they're going to say that they were too woke, they didn't hate trans people enough, latino men are too misogynistic, etc. those are takes i've already started to see. and they're going to try to use all of that to shift even further right.

our job now is to not let them. never let them live this down. never let the democratic party run another center-right, warmonger, pro genocide, anti peace, anti immigration, neocon campaign again. ever. it normalizes republican positions as the "correct" ones. it gives voters a permission structure to see trumpism as "normal." ffs, kamala harris said the border wall was a "good idea."

that is not "bipartisanship." this is capitulation to fascism.

finally, please take care of yourself. i know emotions are high. i know shit sucks, i know nothing good will come from this. but you are one person. you, alone, could not stop this. you need to do everything you can to protect yourself. please stay safe. try to find a community that is accepting and loves you. we must never give up.

organize. protest. keep fighting. and take care.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

‘Oh but nothing will ever change until we manage to get a third party to win’ sure man and how well did that work out in fucking 2000 when the third party vote splintered support away from the ENVIRONMENTALIST who managed to win the dem nomination and instead managed to elect the American Idiot himself GWB?????

Jill Stein and her husband have millions invested in oil and gas, the greens are a fucking sham that actual environmental activists and climate scientists warn people against, what are y’all TALKING about. Please be serious.

There has been ONE (1) progressive candidate in the past two decades who had an actual shot at the White House and wasn’t in the pocket of oil barons and that’s because he ran an entirely crowd funded campaign and he ran as a Dem, even though he spent most of his early career working as an independent, because like it or not the Dems function as the coalition party in the U.S.

And he came so close to winning the nomination TWICE that the Dems caved enough to pass the majority of the legislation in the proposed green new deal anyway under the Biden admin, finally kickstarting the serious transition to renewables that could have happened in 2000 if Al Gore had won.

Come the fuck on.

If you want to see some actual progress and not sit back and let the fucking biosphere burn, then please stop bootlicking for the utterly useless Green Party and instead spend the next four years donating to bail and legal funds for climate protestors and showing up to stand with indigenous water and land defenders and supporting the campaigns of progressive candidates and climate policy thinktanks and conservation orgs and groups that advocate for climate refugees at the local and state levels.

And if you’re feeling particularly frisky and opposed to ecocide and the extinction of almost all complex life on Earth, perhaps consider finding some like minded folks and carefully and without fucking talking about it openly on the internet, engaging in some fun and chill and lowkey targeted direct actions against oil and gas infrastructure and logging and mining operations. Which would be a Bit more useful than pandering for Jill fucking Stein and her oil lobby backers again in 2028.

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

[rebelliousstories]

Seasons Greetings

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,078

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: Being so far away from home at the holidays, it was not something that most people could do. But leave it to a Cajun in love with another Cajun to bring home to him.

Consider Donating: Here

“Remy, ya ‘round ‘ere somewhere?” Poking her head into another room in the mansion, the woman was on the hunt. Looking around for her lover, she was trying to locate him so that he could come have some dinner.

“Remy, where ya at?” She called again, dipping into a random study. Finally, the familiar head of hair sitting against the windowsill. Sighing in relief, she was not sure whether or not she had gotten his attention, but came over to sit next to him.

Wrapping her arms around Gambit, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Whatcha doin’ up here, mon amour?”

“Just thinkin’, chere. Dats all.” Remy grumbled, keeping his eyes outside on the snowy ground below. He pressed a kiss to her warmed hand in return.

“Gon’ need more den dat, Remy. Ya been upset for da past few days. Tell me what’s wrong,” she tried to prompt him onto speaking more.

“Well, I just… guess da Gambit is feelin’ bit homesick, or- or like, nostalgic tonight ‘s all.” Muttering into the sweater the covered her arms, he tried to almost disappeared into the soft wool.

“Oh, Remy,” she cooed, nuzzling into the side of his head. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout dat’s got you feelin’ so down?”

He took a minute to answer, looking very hesitant to say what it was. “‘Member dem bonfires up and da road on Christmas Eve? I miss those da most.”

“Maybe we should show these Yankees what a proper Cajun Christmas looks like, yeah?” She shook the other Cajun slightly, looking deep into his eyes. There was a twinkle there that had not been there before as he got excited at the prospect.

“It’s snowin’, but dat jus’ means dat de ground no set ablaze.” Her smiled widened as Remy was getting into the spirit again.

Rushing to throw on the proper outside attire, she barely managed to get her coat on when she was being pulled out the door by her boyfriend. Giggling, they set out together to gather enough dry wood and sticks to build their little fires. It was a little difficult with the snow, but they made it work.

Once they gathered enough to make one, now the real fun began. The more wood they gathered became different shapes and creations. Remy managed to find just enough to turn into a log cabin looking thing, while she attempted to make one that looked like an alligator. All the while, they kept laughing, and smiling. Reminiscing about their childhood Christmas’s.

“What are you two doing?” A sudden voice came through as they were building a fleur-de-lis. Ororo stood there, white hair nearly blending in with the snowy background.

“Cajun Christmas, Storm.” The woman beamed, adding small twigs where she could.

“And what do you do with these wooden structures?” Noticing just how many there were around the front yard of the school, Storm was utterly confused as to what these two crazy Cajuns were going to do.

“We light ‘em up.” Remy stated.

“That checks.” Storm shrugged. “Want an extra hand?”

And just like that, now three people were working on building. Ororo was intrigued as the two southerners explained to her why they did what they did. “In Cajun country, these bonfires light the way for Christmas mass. Dey serve gumbo, and make sure people reach church before Pére Nöel reaches der houses. We must put up a hundred o’ these before Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah. And Pére Nöel to us Cajuns don’t come in a sled wit’ da reindeer. He come wit’ a pirouge pulled by gators. Dis why Cajuns da best.” She added to her boyfriend’s explanation.

The stories from their childhood around these bonfires demonstrated clearly just how much this tradition meant to them. She also noticed that Gambit was in a much better mood than he had been recently. Perhaps this is what he needed; a little taste of home.

What the three did not know was that they were slowly accumulating an audience. Students watched from the windows, or they made their way to sit on the front porch of the school. The other adults were also finding ways to watch what the three were doing. Only when they began lighting them up, did they realize what had happened. Oohs and aahs sounded off, making them look over to the front of the school.

However, one person that did not understand what was going on was Charles. As he rode through the school, he became more and more confused as he could not find a single student nor teacher. That is, until he felt the culmination of all of their thoughts out front. Wheeling closer, he panicked a bit as he saw the flames but calmed down when he actually made it outside. With a smile, the professor found a spot to sit and watch the display of beautiful flames, and enjoy the warmth they provided.

Lighting the last structure, Remy grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and pulled her up to where the students and teachers sat. He sent a smile to Xavier, who winked a him in return. Storm went over to stand with Rogue and Wolverine who watched with rapt attention.

“This makin’ ya feel bettah, Remy?” She asked, leaning her head back onto his chest while she sat in front.

“Yes, it is, chere. Merci beaucoup.” Gambit pressed a kiss to her neck, and watched as the flames danced higher and higher. The chill of Christmas was gone, and he knew it was not about the temperature outside.

The fires went out a few hours later, but they continued watching until the wooden structures had been reduced to cinders. Only then, did everyone begin making their way in.

“Gambit,” Storm called, “thank you for letting me help you both. That was a lot of fun. Perhaps we can do it tomorrow for actual Christmas and you two can make some gumbo?” She left to go back into the warmth of the school before her after that.

However, the couple was stopped by Charles before they made their way in. “That was wonderful, you two. Next time, let me know first. I almost panicked when I saw the smoke rising.”

The couple looked at each other with matching smirks. Stepping forward, she rested her hand on the professor’s chair to lead them all inside. “Tell me, Charles. You ever had proper gumbo?”

Oh yeah. Remy was definitely in love with this woman.

[tobiasdrake]

How would you write Majin Boo and Yamcha in the Tournament of Power, instead of Roshi and 17?

Honestly, Buu would be pretty game-breaking. I can't really conceive of any reason why Buu wouldn't absorb Jiren and anticlimactically waste everybody else fighting in the tournament.

As the be-all end-all final villain of Dragon Ball, Buu's ability to just eat whoever's stronger than him and gain their power for himself is completely busted. It makes it very difficult to write him into scenarios where he is a struggling underdog trying to compete with a superior foe.

Which is probably why Super snubs him so much. This is a character who has near limitless regeneration on top of the ability to turn every single fighter in the tournament into candy and he can just absorb everybody who's stronger than him whenever he runs into a brick wall. That's great for an overpowered villain that we need to find some way to beat, but terrible for a protagonist who needs to be challenged.

Like. It cannot be understated how devastating Buu's Candy Beam would be here. He can spread it over a wide area. He could literally step out onto that stage and Gobstopper every fighter from every universe simultaneously.

And sure, some of them would be able to Universe's Strongest Jawbreaker that shit. But it's still kind of purpose-defeating if like 80% of the assembled fighters are KO'd in the first three seconds. Buu just waves his antenna and erases anyone who isn't Power Levels enough to compete with Vegetto? Okay, man. There go all the fun fights for the weaker characters. Buh-bye.

Even then, if they aren't allowed to fly, like... how are they supposed to fight now? Is Gobstopper Jiren just supposed to spend the rest of the arc rolling into other gobstoppers super hard to ping them off the field?

Actually, that sounds amazing. XD

But in an AU capacity, not in a "This is seriously the plot of the show" capacity.

I don't think Toriyama would have kept Buu around if he wasn't planning on closing the book on Dragon Ball shortly after. Buu joining the supporting cast is very much a "Fuck it, we're done anyway" decision that the series is now paying for, and its solution is to just... find ways to conveniently kick him out of the cast over and over again.

Going into the Tournament of Power... Like, right from the get-go, Buu is going to be nerfed by the rules of the tournament. He can't eat people. That would probably be how you get around the "Buu just deletes half the tournament roster" problem.

He's just. He's not allowed to use his powers. Sorry. Buu has to fight with one hand behind his back. Dem's the rules.

I don't know if he would actually abide by that rule. He might just end up disqualified after eating Toppo. Buu is a selfish, impulsive hedonist who reflexively lashes out at authority. He's just gonna do whatever he wants and let the chips fall where they may.

But if Mr. Satan tells him not to eat anyone, he... probably won't eat anyone? Might still Candy Beam them though. Turning them all into marbles and rolling them off the stage would technically be within the terms of a "NO EATING PEOPLE" restriction.

Buu's crowd control options are bad for the narrative integrity of a battle royale. Even right now, I'm trying to figure out how he could be involved and still having to write around his powerset rather than being able to incorporate and challenge it to its fullest.

I don't know. It's honestly difficult to incorporate him in a way that would be respectful and utilize him in interesting ways without letting him dominate and break the plot.

I think he could work as the villain of another universe's story. Have Buu take the field as the threat that's gonna carry us to victory until fighters from another universe find a way to team up and take him down.

But for the life of me, I can't get around, "Why doesn't he just Candy Beam the entire arena?"

...

As for Yamcha, I probably wouldn't write him into the Tournament of Power. Yamcha quit during the Cell arc and I'm entirely happy to let him. If I was writing Yamcha in Super, probably the only thing I'd do with him is properly introduce his new girlfriend from the end of the Cell Games.

Put an actual name and a face to her, so the fandom can stop ignoring her existence when they complain that Bulma condemned Yamcha to die alone and unloved.

I mean, I'd pick Yamcha over Roshi, to be sure. I feel like the series has forgotten that the Muten-Roshi isn't Goku's "One True Master" or anything like that. Goku has a lot of respect for the man who set him on his path, and he wears the Kame-senryu dogi out of that respect. But he learned everything Roshi had to teach him and left him in the dust long ago, a fact that made Roshi proud.

That story is over. The Muten-Roshi is a 300-year-old man who just wants to enjoy his retirement. Stop trying to make him relevant again! And also just. In general. Stop trying to make "Goku the wide-eyed pupil" happen again. It's done. He's a master now. Let him be a master.

Lotta beefs with DBS.

But yeah, while I agree with the criticism of "Why Roshi and not Yamcha", it's only to the extent that going with Yamcha is still kicking the can down the road. I cannot conceive of a single way that Yamcha's character or the story would be enriched by the Tournament of Power, that wouldn't just feel like hollow fanservice.

"Yamcha got to WIN A FIGHT AGAINST SOMEONE. This one's for you, Yamcha stans! Okay, he's done, someone punt this dipshit off the stage."

Which. To be fair. A lot of the ToP is hollow fanservice. I... did not like that arc very much. Or DBS as a whole, for that matter. So I'm probably not the guy to figure out the best way to utilize characters in it.

But for me, I'd be more interested in a proper Yamcha epilogue that closes out his character on a satisfying note and sends him off, than in desperately trying to drag Yamcha back into the game and shackling him into a status quo he already respectfully bowed out of.

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer!

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)- slight nsfw

A/N: Man idk, it's 1 am and Dieter is baby girl. I don't support nacizm/any of this man's ideologies. Enjoy!

🍻 Imagine being a Yugoslav Partisan camouflaged as an SS officer, when attending a nazi meeting in the basement you meet Dieter. After a few too many shots you slip up, but luckily he is too busy thinking about you rather than the things you say.🍻

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The room was getting louder and louder with every second running by, yet you didn't budge. At least on the outside, on the inside though, you were on fire. The gun on your belt looked lovelier with every nazi that walked in and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

You couldn't believe that you approved of this "genius" plan The Basterds came up with. No matter how stupid it seemed, there was a possibility it could work and you wanted nothing more than to have these Schwabs out of Europe and sent straight to hell where they belonged.

The SS uniform felt too tight and uncomfortable, you tapped your black boots against the cold cement and silently cursed every officer that came in the basement, however, you decided to busy your mind with something else and stretch your legs. You got up, lit a cigarette in between your middle and pointer finger, and noticed the gramophone hiding behind a wall. Just as you noticed it, it stopped playing. Walking up to the gramophone to restart it, your eyes noticed a figure in the corner.

The yellow light from the candle lit up the left side of his face.

The SS officer was reading a book and drinking beer. The more you stared at him, your mind forgetting about the music, the more attractive he looked. "No, Y/N this isn't right," you said to yourself: "I shouldn't pray on men today, especially nazis."

Without realizing he was staring right back at you until he finally spoke: "Fräulein? Was ist los?" You broke eye contact and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and closed the book, his hand patting the sit next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

Your heartbeat quickened, the tension was unbearable and not in a good way.

"Y/N, do not show any compassion to him, his people are killing yours on the lines out there, he doesn't deserve it." Were the only thoughts running through your head the whole time you were slowly walking up to his side.

But for now, you had to be an actress to stay alive. His cologne smelled nice. That was the first remark you truly noticed about him, besides his amazing looks. "Wie heißt du, Liebling?"

"Liebling? Hah," you thought: "what an attempt to get me flustered."

"Erika Shauenberg."

It wasn't your real name, of course.

"Zigarette?" the man asked you, smiling. His smile wasn't bad either, in fact, he was the most perfect man you've ever seen.

"Why does he have to be a piece of shit?"

Your cigarette from before burned up by itself without you even putting it in your mouth. He really got you distracted so much that you forgot to smoke.

Nodding and taking one out of the box you thanked him: "Danke."

With one slick move, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. German cigs tasted different than the Yugoslav ones, but for the time being, they were good enough.

"Oh!" He remembered: "Es tut mir leid, dass ich vergessen habe," putting one in his mouth as well: "mich vorzustellen."

Blowing smoke into thin air: "Major Dieter Hellstrom."

Dieter? What an extraordinary name.

"Erik!" Dieter called out to the waiter as he approached our table. "Scotch, zwei Gläser!"

Grinning, he leaned closer to you and half whispered: "Erik hat eine Flasche Jahre alten Whisky aus dem schottischen Hochland-"

"Would you mind if we continued in English?" You interrupted him: "I was raised in France as a German kid." Tapping your cigarette on a black ashtray: "I never learned proper German because my father, well..."

Think Y/N! Think!

"He was killed in combat and my mother died from the flu when I was only 5 years old." Putting on a sad face you sighed: "I was given to a foster family in France."

"Where?" Dieter wondered.

"Menton."

"Ah, Erik!"

The waiter brought the two of you your drinks and left the scotch bottle on the table. Amazing, this was going to be a long night.

However, in reality, you couldn't complain about being in his company. Yes, he was a nazi, and yes you hated nazis, but damn was he charming.

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1 hour later....

You've never had this much fun in your life. How many shots you drank, how many cigarettes you smoked? You didn't care, and neither did Dieter. He was just as shitfaced as you.

You both laughed at each other's stories from the past.

"Noch einer, Liebling?"

"Ja, bitte!"

As he took your glass to fill it up, you watched the golden liquid splash on the table as the bottle slipped from his hand. You quickly picked it up, slightly touching his hand while leaning over the table to reach it, and laughed out loud.

"You know this reminds me when I lived in Yugo-"

Shit. No no no no no!

"Yugo? What Yugo?" he looked at you, his eyes glassy, gazing upon your face.

You swallowed hard: "Yugo? Yugo! Ah, yes!"

Think Y/n, think!

"Yugo's apartment .."

Good job Y/n

"We dated in highschool."

It was quite impressive how your foggy brain could still have such a wild imagination.

For a second he looked at you and said:

"You're aren't German, are you?"

Silence

You simply started at him and ran over the words he just spoke.

He said it's so effortlessly, his drunk tongue didn't slur one word in that sentence, as if that didn't mean that you were about to die. There was no solution in getting out of this. You do not have any evidence that you in fact were German, nor that you lived in France! Hell you don't even know France that well at all! You were pretty sure these were your last moments alive before his pretty German pistol would shoot you in the head and leave you for the rats feast on.

Suddenly the clock on the stone wall behind you started ticking slower, your heartbeat sped up and your palms got sweaty.

Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

To be continued...

[samodivaa]

Deny the truth,set my world on fire (Part 3)

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Winter Soldier x Reader)

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember. Part 1⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ Part 2 ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* Part 4⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* Music --- Vivaldi - Winter (L'inverno) Quotes - Fyodor Dostoevsky └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘ Warnings - heavy ANGST, mention of murder, non-con

Listened to it on repeat until i finished the chapter. Enjoy. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Calm, boring days, an unknown future, and an irregular sleep, the days pass and nothing new. The absence of knowledge is the presence of paranoia – she crumbles mentally. It's been happening for so long – it is all that is happening, over and over again. She is full of fear, leading to feeling grief. Her life, a tragedy, a land of devastation and destruction. All the bright, precious things of Bucky fade so fast – in the end, memories are all she keeps. It makes her tremble to think back, to remember how she thought their life would be. Her greatest regret – believing so much in their future. She used to build dreams about Bucky and now she can’t believe if she will ever do it again - she treads the icy path between Spring and Winter, slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling into the snow again, for fear of losing her dearest Spring. She feels the chill north winds coursing through her home, despite the locked and bolted doors…this is Winter, which nonetheless brings it's own delight – after Winter, Spring always comes next.

She spend so much time in my head and in her heart that she forgets to live in her body, not hearing someone entering.

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

She blinks at that line of the book, her mind lingering once again to Bucky…but when is a monster not a monster – oh, when you are the reason, it has become mangled…she remembers when those eyes said love loudly, now these walls so quietly shift towards her as he leans on the door frame stealthy, still not alerting her. She puts the book aside, deciding to wash her dishes – her vast inner solitude poisoning her whole existence, there is no dignity in loneliness. The worst moment, when sitting alone at dinner, she has forgotten the ocean eyes, the depth of his laugh, it all had faded into into the past, where memories are silent.

Winter brushes his hands along the hardwood of the door, tentatively waiting for a sign that she had noticed him in the doorway. Three knocks follow on the wooden frame and her shoulders are already quavering, he once again craved a bullet with her name on it, burning Bucky down and in the ashes left behind – coming to burn her.

She glances at the door behind her as she holds her arms wrapped around herself before turning around to face him. Winter seems so human with his genuine smile, nodding slowly when his presence is finally acknowledged. Rage explodes inside, fire rushing over her skin. Winter’s face is flooding with color by then, and she finds that the sight makes her feel refreshingly nostalgic – the shades of Bucky somehow showing.

Dem light plays upon his face, revealing gleaming eyes, a mouth pulled into a grin. Stillness wraps her up in a cold embrace, a chill running down her body as he speaks.

„I warned you and you didn’t listen“

Winter shifts closer, caging her to the counter.

"Oh no…“ she whispers brokenly.

She brakes into a sob she could not contain, hands wrestled free from his grasp and worked their way to shield herself. He grips her hips, drawing her close, and roughly presses his mouth to the soft, swollen lips. Soldat longed for her for so long, dreamed of it as one would of an impossible journey to the moon, and now? How would he ever let her go?

The winters are becoming longer, very monotonous. Spring does come eventually, but it feels so short, looking back – it is not much more than a coupe of days.

He steps back, his fist unclenching, urging her to see – Walker’s work badge. All of her paranoia which played complicated possible outcomes - what an utterly incomprehensible thing has happened - without delay, Winter plucks every vibrating string in her mind by choosing to mock her.

„I warned you“

„You fucking monster what have you done?! I hate you so much I wish they never created you! I want you gone so much it hurts.“

His heart becomes a shriveled rose, poisoned with death and petals fall with every word from her mouth, sending him into a bottomless pit of anger.

„I will tell him, I will tell Bucky the tru-“

If once one has recognized the truth and seen it, you know that it is the truth and that there is no other and there cannot be, whether you are asleep or awake.

The melodious ringing sounds of Bucky’s dog tag chimes deep into her soul – as he holds them in front of her – as if a funeral bell is ringing, pealing for one a last farewell.

„Bucky is no longer“ dressed in all black, he is giving the eulogy „We can bury him together“ he says with the intend to drop them on the floor, but she catches them.

Up in her conscience, it's making her nauseous, she shifts backwards momentarily, but there is no where to run. Instinctively, Winter tightens his hold on her waist, though he neither pushes her away nor pulls her closer – just grounds her in place when she tries to slide to the floor.

„No…it can’t be, I don’t believe it“ comes her unenlightening, despondent response.

„He never picked up the phone that day. It was me, doll“

Now it all began to fall into place. A poor, beautiful, tragic fool - he had thrown her hope away on a moment's false illusion, and she was paying dearly for it. With her hope, her love, her soul.

„No, you are lying“ she whispers brokenly, her voice trembling. She blinks at him, her eyes enormous pools of misery with wetness clinging to the lashes and collecting in the tender indentation above her top lip.

„Stop crying “ he licks the hollow of her throat. "It is getting annoying“ a long, slow lick up her throat "…цветок“ (flower)

And if it frightens and torments her to think of Bucky and the simplicity and silence that accompanies him – she still believes in the illusion that he is there, it’s life-giving.

His left hand slides up gently to cup her chin as he leans in and kisses her once more, and with all her strength that she could find, she slaps him across the face, forcing it to turn to the side. He murmurs her name low. She whispers „no’s“. Winter presses himself close, giving a hollow bark of laughter as his angry gaze searches hers. He feels the trembling woman in his arms, her breathing shallow and uneven, clearly overcome with emotions.

„Тебе лучше, моя куколка?“ (Feeling better, my doll?)

„Don’t you dare call me that“

From the desert of Bucky’s abandoned love, he dares mock her pain. Winter stares her down, watching every reaction as his hands memorizes her curves, groaning, his fingers clawing at her back and quite possibly tearing her shirt.

Bucky dreams - the trees, stripped of all foliage, are white and bone-dry, twisted and curved like desiccated skeletons. Smoke drifts up from the scorched soil that crunches under his feet. In the distance, there’s a hill where, on the other side, y/n stands waving at him. He quickens his steps. She is calling for him, her voice distant, desperate.

The smoke beneath his feet thickens, he is choking as he he is trying to find her.

The fog begins to thin.

He is no longer walking on stone or dirt, but on show.

Winter of the world has come, and her body is lying on the ground, thin layer of snow covering it.

He wakes up, covered in sweat, looking around and everything is so unfamiliar, it’s feasting off his fragile and confused being.

– and there she lies – – not dressed in snow, but in white sheets.

In the deepening grasp of reality, Bucky has no choice but to recognize the trembling in his own heart. A trembling ocean underneath his eyelids. The veil of sadness and shame – causes him to scream as he holds her body, awaiting her warmth.

„Y/n? Baby…what-t, where, baby come on wake up“

„Baby, please wake up, Jesus what happened…I can’t remem-“

But love unexplained is clearer.

She is still clinging on something, still clinging on hope – the dog tags – it seems that she wanted to pour out all her heart into his heart in hopes of waking him up – she loved him, she shall love him always, loving him more than life itself. “Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” PART 4 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

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[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Love under the bookshelves - Demetri

Apparently, I posted this on AO3 but forgot to post it here... So here's a Dem x fem librarian reader.

You were a strange little thing. It is what most of the Volturi coven thought when they first saw you, what a queer little human! Instead of you ending up as food, Aro saw something in your thoughts, what he perceived as a promising gift. So, he left you a choice, death or becoming one of them. To his amusement, reminding you of a particular scene from a movie you loved: Be one of us…  And the first question you asked was: “Can I still be a librarian?” Because it was what really mattered to the little bookworm you were…  To remain surrounded by books, reading and discovering as you wish, and recommending what you had loved… Still amused by your behavior, Aro had given you the control of the library, and a nice budget for the collections… And so you said yes, not caring much about the human blood thing. Your gift must seem a really precious thing for him.

You almost expected Aro to turn him yourself, but he left Demetri do it.

Demetri was quite nice, watching over you from afar, but you never noticed much, too busy getting lost in your written world. So many books! The library, that he showed you, was wonderful, a dream come true. You beamed when you saw it for the first time as a human, and you beamed again when you first saw it with your vampire eyes. The transformation had been painful, yes, but Demetri was here, watching over you, you could feel it, and somehow even if you didn’t know him well it was comforting. It took you a while to get used to your new body, to learn to reign your newfound strength, and not be a threat to your precious books and the wonderful and fluffy cats of the castle. Feeding on humans was instinctual, and Demetri was there to guide you through every step. After only a month, you had a decent control of your body, able to not run at full speed all the time anymore, or accidentally breaking things by gripping them too hard.

Life in the castle was nice. You were able to bring some of your books and belongings from your human life, and following Aro’s orders you were left to your own device, doing as you wished and adapting to your new life. Soon, you started to spend all of your time in the library, enjoying your new memory to learn new languages and to remember all the books you were reading. It made the life of the guards that were supposed to watch over you much easier, to make sure the newborn you were wasn’t causing any troubles. And you were not! Calm on the outside, you used that restless feeling newborns have to do your librarian job, think about ways to make the library better, and to read books. You were already thinking about ways to catalogue everything, and to the sheer horror of some vampires, how to have an actual classification that made sense…

After two months, you were allowed to buy books for the library, and you were particularly excited about it. It would change you from having to only read old books, or things that others had chosen to buy: you could choose your own books! You placed your order to an independent little bookstore, and even managed to get books in other languages, like your native one.

And finally it was the day that the books would be delivered! You were under Demetri’s responsibility, and he was watching over you from afar as you grew more and more restless, wanting desperately your books. You were practically vibrating from excitement, and Demetri watched over you carefully, generally it wasn’t a good thing for newborns.

When you heard the delivery person talk to the secretary two floors below, you bolted toward where you knew your books would be. Demetri followed you, mindful of your every movement. You let out a squeal of delight, and only stopped in front of the secretary desk, this time very much vibrating by how excited you were. “Where are my books please?”

The secretary shows you the box full of books, and you eagerly open it, looking delighted at how many good novels and manga waiting for you. Too focused on the books, you barely pay attention to the sweet sweet scent in the air. You look up at the secretary, thanking her, not paying attention at how close Demetri had gotten, a worried look on his face, nor the ruby pearls dripping down her fingers… Gripping your box of books, you ran back to the library, missing the amazed looks of the vampire nearby that had smelled the fresh blood that you had ignored much more easily than you should have.

Demetri stayed with you the whole day, watching you read happily, a soft smile on his face. You were such a peculiar little vampire… But it made you even more extraordinary in his eyes.

After hearing about this little non-incident, Aro was even more curious about you, and decided that you could go into town to visit a library, to the condition someone was with you. Demetri volunteered, and you were happy about it, you’d come to like when he was near you. You awaited the next rainy day with impatience, wanting to explore the independent bookstore yourself, Demetri by your side.

The next rainy day came, and you were really thrilled about it, until you weren’t. Demetri had told you his goodbye the day before as he was leaving for a mission… When Chelsea asked you if you wanted her to go with you instead, you turned her down: you wanted Demetri… It made her smile, knowing what you had not understood yet.

You spent the next few days in the library, but it seems much bigger, emptier without Demetri’s presence. You read and read, believing those romance books would make it better. And it did, in a way, but you kept missing Demetri. He was always with you recently, and it made you sad that he wasn’t anymore. Was tracking that rogue vampire difficult? Did he missed you like you missed him? Was there a whole in his heart like there was one in yours?

It's all of those books that made you realize something, when you finally understood that the feelings you had for Demetri, were the same as the main character of your novel had for the love interest… All this time, reading quietly in the library, at first far away but then closer and closer, until you’d always share the same velvet couch; sipping blood wine as you explained him many librarian considerations, ones that surely weren’t that interesting to him, but that he would always listen carefully to, asking questions to hear more of your sweet voice…

Demetri wasn’t home, and you realized Volterra felt home because it was his home, and he made you feel welcome. It was your home, because Demetri was always somehow keeping an eye on you, making sure you were feeling at ease, enquiring of your well-being. You loved Demetri, but he wasn’t home for you to tell him.

The next two days felt like torture, even more painful for you than your own transformation. But days came and went, and finally, you heard his gorgeous voice, talking with Felix. You rose, and ran fast, very fast, towards him, nearly knocking up  a few guards and things on your way, only stopping in front of Demetri, his soft curls framing his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Darling! How are you doing? I’ve missed you…” He did not get the time to say more, as you hugged him really tight, refusing to let go, burying your face in his chest, where is unbeating heart was. And for the first time, you were really focused on him. And you felt it. That warm pull that made you enjoy his presence. That made you eager to always have him with you, that made his voice the most beautiful sound on earth, that made Volterra home. Your eyes widen at the realization, and you look up at him. He knows, you realize at the look on his face. He knew it the whole time and he waited for me to feel it too.

“Demetri…” The way you said his name, with such love, such longing, it drove him crazy. He said your name too, and something your brain did not fully registered, but that you agreed to. And he bent down slightly, and his lips met yours, in a soft and tender kiss. It was everything you were waiting for, his kiss, you realized, and you kissed him back; poor Felix happy for his friend but abandoned, left to debrief alone to the kings about the rogue vampire tracked and killed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve longed to do this…” “And now you can do it again and again, for as long as you wish.” You answer him, grabbing his hand and holding it in your smaller one.

“I will love you forever then…”

[polo-drone-070]

First Game, New Year: A Defender’s Thoughts - From Henry to 070

Herc (@goldenherc9) and Brody (@brodygold) just dropped da news at the end of trainin'—our first match of the year’s lined up. We’re facin’ da Vanguard. Proper tough bastards, init. Always think they’re da top shit, like they own the pitch. Nah, mate, not happenin’. Gold’s gonna dominate, no doubt. We ain't givin’ dem da high ground or nothin’.

Still in the locker room now, strippin’ off me kit, buzzin’ but tryin’ to keep me head straight. Dis match’s meant to be a friendly, but it don’t feel like it, ya know? Start of the year, rival team, and a chance to crush ‘em after all the beef from before? Gotta show up big. Gotta smash it.

I’m laughin’ a bit to meself as I pull me socks off. Fuckin’ hell, I’ve changed so much since dat final against the Titans back in October. If I was still Henry, I’d be a mess right now—stressed out, desperate to prove meself, lettin’ all da pressure get to me. But nah, dat ain’t me no more. Whenever me head starts goin’ mad, I think of da rubber polo, and it’s like… everything just quiets down. Disciplined, focused, controlled.

Don’t get me wrong, tho—I’m still super hyped to face a proper tough team. Love da game, init. I’m givin’ it 110% on the pitch, always. But now it ain’t about showin’ off or tryin’ to be the big man. Nah, it’s about da Team, not about me. I’m just one part of somethin’ bigger, and I’ll do whatever Cap needs, whether it’s defendin’, cheerin’, or even just sittin’ bench and backin’ me bros. Dat’s what matters. Team first, always.

As I finish gettin’ outta me gold kit, me thoughts drift back to dat mascot costume. Fuckin’ ‘ell, what a trip dat was. Grayden (@polo-drone-084) proper had me in it for a whole week last time—marinated in sweat, stink, and programming, bruv. Still feelin’ bouncy just thinkin’ ‘bout it. When he finally let me out, told me, like, I’d earned da mascot contest and me place as the fourth official mascot, I was buzzin’. Said I smashed it. Apparently, we swap out, so we can, like,  still play matches when we’re needed as players. Glad about that, coz I’d hate to never be on the pitch again. But still.. bein’ mascot’s proper lit. Gettin’ the fans goin’, liftin’ da energy? Fuckin’ class. Plus, I dunno what Grayden did, but it’s like he planted a trigger in me brain. One word and I’m full of chants and energy, like magic.

Grabbin’ me towel, I head to the showers. The memory of dat musky suit still fresh in me mind, mixin’ weirdly with the smell of soap now. As the water hits me, I rub the gold tattoo on me neck. Yeah… I’m not Henry no more. Dat name’s still on me jersey, but it don’t mean nothin’. I’ve been proper reborn as Maximus, bound to the Gold Team, learnin’ to put the Team first and to channel all me anger and frustration into somethin’ more focused, a drive to get better and stronger. That’s also when I got bounded to Percival… I mean Master Percival (@polo-drone-001)… just at the time he became player not hat I think of it. Fuckin’ ‘ell, I’ve never played a real match on the pitch with him, just trainin’. Would be sick if we both start against Vanguard. Him and Herc up front? Lethal.

Back in the locker room, I spot da rubber polo hangin’ there. Yeah… dat’s the biggest change in me, init. Cap Richard (@hypnogold) said it’d make me better, and fuck me, he weren’t wrong. I remember da mix of nerves and excitement when I first put it on, back when I still had doubts. I wanted to serve da Team so bad but was scared of losin’ meself. Well… dat’s a story for another day. But yeah, becomin’ 070? Intense don’t even cover it.  Like, a full-on hard reset of me brain. Maximus? Gone. Thinking? Nah, bruv. I weren’t even a person for a while, just pure, mindless bliss—obedient as anything. But even then, deep down, I still cared for me bros. That’s the thing, init. No matter how far gone I was, da Gold never let me stop feelin’ dat connection.

Real talk, tho… it’s the Gold what brought me back, yeah? But even now, deep down, I know I ain’t really Maximus anymore. That name’s just, like, a vibe I slip into when I’m chillin’ or bonding with da lads. My real identity? It’s 070. Proper drone, through and through. Maximus is like… I dunno, an echo of a subsumed identity manifested by the gold. A comfy one, sure, but it’s temporary.

Pullin' me gaze off da polo, I chuck me towel over the bench and keep dryin’ off, but me thoughts are stuck on it now . Fukkk, mate, dat shit’s too ‘ard for me dumb brain to figure. All I know is I only come out when da Gold’s got a grip on me, or if I’m ordered. Even when I feel like I’m in charge, one word from Drone-Cap and boom—programming kicks in, no questions, no thoughts. Just pure, automatic obedience, bruv. And it’s perfect. Mind-numbing bliss every time I get an order. Proper crave it, init.

And dat’s not all, mate. Even when I’m not wearin’ da polo, it’s still with me, like. The calm, the focus, the purpose—it’s always there, just lurkin’ under the surface. If I start feelin’ angry or lost or lonely or whatever, just thinkin’ about da polo gets me head straight again. Brings me back to what matters: servin’ da Gold. Every time I do somethin’ for da Team, it feels fuckin’ mint. Proper satisfying and, like, even physically pleasurable, ya know? Keeps me sharp, too. Makes me a better player, more in sync on da pitch.

As I glance around the locker room, I see Camden (@polo-drone-076) finish adjustin’ his polo, smoothin’ it out before chuckin’ his gold kit back in his locker. Can’t help but think about how far he’s come, bruv. Few weeks ago, lad was stressed out, all flustered after a rough session. But then he slapped his polo back on, and boom—sorted. He’s PDU-076 now, proper calm and smashing it. Makes me proud, bruv, knowin’ I played a part in gettin’ him there. 

Same with Duncan—PDU-061 (@polo-drone-061) now. Solid unit, dat one, and he’s gonna do his part to help us dominate, no doubt. Then there’s 073 (@polo-drone-073) —mentored him briefly when he was a drone. Dunno if he’ll step up as Eddy on da pitch or stick to supportin’ us pure drone-style. Guess we’ll see what he decides.

Oh, and I’ve just been given a new bro to mentor—Dallas (@dallasgold04). Lad’s got bare energy, proper pumped up to prove himself. Be wicked if he made regular in his first week, init?

As I put da rubber over me head, its embrace quietens the noise. All dem musing recedes as everything become clearer. 070’s mind is filled with purpose and focus. No personal musings remain. It is 070. A drone. A unit. A part of the Gold.

No direct orders for now. But 070 purpose guides it naturally : optimize itself, reinforce its fellow drones, support the Team in every way, and ensure the Gold shines brighter than all. Gold Team must dominate the next match. This truth fills 070 entirely.

Its body is fatigued from training but within acceptable parameters. It requires proper refueling to maintain peak performance. Purpose dictates action. 070 exits the locker room, every step efficient, every movement aligned with its directive. No hesitation. No distractions. Only pleasure in compliance.

The streets surrounding the stadium are dimly lit but hold no distractions. As 070 approaches the nutrition center, it encounters PDU-110 (@polo-drone-110) and takes immediate pleasure in observing their identical uniforms and demeanor.  Uniformity is order. Individuality is flawed. It must be erased.

070 greet 110 with a nod, perfectly mirrored by 110. Synchronized and wordless, they proceed to refuel their bodies. This interaction reinforce these drone’s unity. A connection beyond word, rooted in the programming that defines them. After consuming a perfectly balanced meal, optimized for their physical requirements, 070 and PDU-110 proceed to a shared mental training session. The process is effortless, as if guided by a collective instinct. Together, they enter a deep drone state—a state of pure, mindless obedience. The world fades away, leaving only unity. Only bliss.

In this state, there are no doubts, no conflicts. Only programming. Only purpose. Their pliable minds absorb the reinforcement, every thought overwritten by the desire to serve. Identical uniforms. Uniform minds. Uniform bodies. Uniform beliefs. This is perfection.

070 craves this state—the void, the emptiness, the blissful absence of individuality. Nothing interferes. No stray thought disrupts the unity. It wishes this could last forever, this pure, unbroken obedience. Here, it truly belongs.

As the session ends, 070 and PDU-110 return to their tasks. The bliss of the drone state lingers, like a faint hum in 070’s mind, guiding it forward. It will soon be ready for recharcing, but before that, analysis of its objectives begins.

Gold must win. This is certain. To achieve this, 070 must ensure peak performance in every area—its own training, its synchronization with teammates, and the readiness of others. Its mind evaluates potential roles. On the pitch, it could contribute directly, reinforcing defensive lines or assisting the attack. However, its skills as a mascot—leading the fans, uplifting the team—might provide even greater value.

PDU-110 is noted as a potential ally for strategic analysis. Its observational abilities, enhanced by the polo’s focus, could provide critical insights into Vanguard’s tactics. The opponents’ strengths, weaknesses, and patterns must be studied. This will require consultation with Caps and Grayden tomorrow to determine where 070’s contribution will be most impactful. Whether as a player or mascot, it will comply completely.

But for now, the body requires attention. Recharging is the immediate priority. Entering its pod, 070 allows itself to sink back into the void. As its systems power down, it feels nothing but satisfaction. Obedience. Bliss. It is perfect. It is Gold.

Wishing a happy new year to all my Gold bros ! You made the end of 2024 perfect and 2025 only going to be better.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dan Rather at Steady:

The morning after the election, I was talking with a friend who said something that made me pause: “The American people aren’t buying what the Dems are selling.” At the time I acknowledged the notion but filed it away for closer inspection, once the shock wore off.  Vice President Kamala Harris and the Democratic Party were selling hope and freedom, upholding the rule of law, saving democracy. What’s not to buy? With the benefit of lots of discussion, reading, watching, and thinking over the past 17 days, it became apparent that that analysis is incomplete.  It isn’t that the American people didn’t buy what Harris was selling; they didn’t know what she was selling. The increasingly powerful right-wing media championed her opponent’s message while distorting hers. And millions of Americans bought it. 

As The New Republic editor Michael Tomasky wrote, “It wasn’t the economy. It wasn’t inflation, or anything else. It was how people perceive those things, which points to one overpowering answer.” The right-wing media now controls the agenda.   For those of us who grew up on a steady diet of truth-telling, it’s gut-wrenching to see this mega misinformation machine grow into a multi-headed monster.   Perhaps it shouldn’t come as a shock. Gallup says trust in the media is at an all-time low. The most trusted news source according to YouGov is … The Weather Channel. Couple that with exit polls showing people who consume a lot of news from traditional sources voted overwhelmingly for Harris. 

If you only read The New York Times or watch CNN or so-called legacy networks such as CBS News, you might be surprised to learn there is a vast right-wing media ecosystem that goes well beyond Fox News. Founded in 1996, Fox is the granddaddy of the far-right media but has since been joined by Newsmax and One America News Network. This media universe also includes Sinclair Broadcasting, which owns hundreds of radio and TV stations — reaching 40% of the viewing public — and newspapers, including the recently purchased Baltimore Sun; iHeartMedia, which dominates right-wing talk radio and podcasting; Trinity and Bott Radio, two massive Christian broadcasting networks; social media platforms like Trump’s own Truth Social and X, owned by Trump bestie Elon Musk; and a multitude of hugely popular far-right podcasts.  Collectively, these various and varied media outlets have been feeding growing audiences a constant diet of disinformation for years. They have been fighting and winning an information war Democrats didn’t seem to know existed. The 2024 election may have been the inflection point when the right-wing media’s influence finally eclipsed the mainstream media. That is a major reason a convicted felon won with just under 50% of the popular vote.

The landscape is changing at light speed. Today, traditional media is not where most people get their news. Not so long ago you had to pick up a morning newspaper or turn on a television at a specific time to get news. Now “news” is available 24-7, from hundreds of sources, in tiny bite-sized portions, often without the benefit of context or even fact-checking. Right-wing outlets peddling half truths have learned how to navigate and thus dominate this new landscape. It is important to note that this battle is being waged between right-leaning media and mainstream media. The combatants are not two ideologues. One group is pushing a hard-right agenda, and the other is striving to report and expose the truth. The social media landscape mirrors this reality. On the right, you have Truth Social and X. On the left, not much. In reaction to the misinformation rampant on its sites during the 2020 election, Meta-owned platforms like Facebook and Instagram removed most political content.

An excellent read from longtime CBS News journalist Dan Rather on how right-wing media propaganda being fed to millions of Americans without any real fact-checking of lies is what led to Donald Trump become a Presidential candidate in the first place, let alone win twice.

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A Toxic Lesson Part 2 (Kurt X Y/N)

A/N: After promising it forever, I finally bare you a part 2. I saw an interview the other day where Joe said he had like a tub of oily hair product they kept to make his hair look the way it does in the film lol Still a sexy boy with dem big hands <3.

Warnings: Kurt is a toxic boy! This relationship is definitely not a healthy one! He gaslights her constantly and through out the two stories her mind slowly slips from ration to irrational. If this triggers you I INSIST YOU DO NOT READ!

SMUT, he is a bit rough with some dominate, strongly possessive behavior, dirty talk, ANGST, all of it. The murders in the film are glossed over till we get to the one in this story. Like the first story I changed some of the dialogue because...I mean you get it...his passenger is a sexist douchebag lol, his death is briefly described but not lingered on. Another death is described in a bit more detail but not too much (if you've seen the film you know; those bottom pics in the picture above is a hint).

Again, Kurt is NOT a good boy. He does get a bit rough with the reader, shoving her against a wall when she mentions something he doesn't like, she talks about her feelings (feeling like this is her fault somehow, wondering if there was more she could have done, etc), Kurts toxic upbringing is mentioned briefly. I think that's everything but alas... if you watched the movie and read my last story you should know what your walking into!

Word Count: 4141

Part 1

You remained silent for the next couple of rides Kurt picked up but your eyes were always scanning him over. What happened? How did he get to this point? Was it something you missed or could have prevented? He had always had a rough childhood with his parent’s divorce and his dad’s drug habit. He felt that strong need to take care of his mother but she always felt so absent. Most of the time Kurt was alone…which was part of the reason you assumed he needed to have so many followers. He needed to be seen, to be loved. 

Maybe my love wasn’t enough…I could have given him more; supported him harder. I should have found a way to give him what he needed. 

As the car stopped at a red light, he turned to glance at you noticing your glazed over look. His soft hand reached out to lightly grip your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him and when his thumb caressed your cheek, a pleasant sigh left your lips. 

“I love you, Kurt.”

His smile melts your heart before the Spree app dings for his next passenger reminding you both of what he was doing. The next person he picked up was a complete douchebag. Any time Kurt tried to say something kind, the man cut him off saying he had somewhere he needed to be and that he needed to “shut the fuck up.”

“HEY! There’s no reason for you to be an asshole! Either be nice or YOU shut the fuck up.”

“Ugh. Control your fucking woman, dude.”

“Hey, alright, come on now. We show women respect.”

“I’ll show her some fucking respect…”, the man grumbled under his breath. 

Your eyes rolled as he continued to complain, even more so when Kurt accepted the call to pick up another passenger. As soon as she got in the car, you liked her. She put the asshole in his place and your boyfriend seemed really interested in her when it came to her career. While the man kept trying to hit on her, Kurt asked her questions and you watched as his whole demeanor changed converting back to that goofy kid you fell in love with. 

“Um, sir, are you a twitter bot or is there a real live human boy in there?”

Kurt blinked as he nervously laughed. “I’m as real as you. I don’t…”

Your jaw clenched as you held in the urge to snap at her. She didn’t know him like you did or what he had been through. In this moment, he was genuinely being kind to her and she was mocking him. What was worse was he also genuinely didn’t seem to get that she was. 

“…you becoming Insta famous has made you a total bitch.”

Kurt slammed on the breaks causing everyone to fly forward as he turned to face the other man. 

“Out!”

You listened to everyone argue before the woman got out of the car and splashed the man with water from her bottle and tossing it at his rear window. Gasping as some of the water hit you, Kurt immediately turned to you, his large palm cupping your cheek as he wiped the liquid away from your lips. 

“Just drive, asshole!”

Kurt’s eyes shifted like it had with the others but instead of panicking, you tilted forward crashing your lips to his. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Unless this is going to be a three way, can we get a move on so I can fuck my own girl!”

Heavily sighing, Kurt pulled away from you but held your hand as he began to drive again. As he headed for another secluded area, he managed to get the man out of his vehicle as the rider proclaimed obnoxiously that he needed to go to the bathroom. When he turned towards you with that slanted, cocky smile, you knew. 

“Won’t it ruin the car?”

Your boyfriend’s grin grew as he shook his hair away from his eyes and turned his whole body so he could see behind him as he reversed. The thud made you jump as the man rolled over the top and down over the hood. Kurt tilted his head as he watched the body slide off the windshield and onto the dirt.

This time he was surprised when he felt your small hand graze the bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt’s murder filled eyes met your lust filled ones before you lean over to passionately kiss him. His mouth hums against yours as you move your palm faster against him and he rapidly reaches for the waistband of his pants to shove them down just enough to free his cock.

“Wait. Shit. I almost forgot.” As he begins reaching for his phone to turn off the cameras, you grab his wrist. 

“You…you can leave them on if you want to.”

His long, fingers snaked behind your head as his lips trailed up your jawline to the shell of your ear that was furthest from the cameras in front of you. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. No one can see or have your body except me. If I wanted to fuck you in front of these people I would have done it already.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry if I upset you, baby.”

The fingers Kurt had tangled in your hair abruptly tugged you back, forcing you to look up at him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid of me? Hm?”

“I-I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. I just don’t want you to be upset or unhappy.”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he leans forward to kiss your forehead before pressing buttons on his phone to turn off all the cameras.

“As long as I’m with you, baby, I’m happy. I love you so much.” Hearing him say that had a giddy feeling course through your veins. Without looking away, you lick your palm, and he moans as you stroke his length.

Roughly, he unbuttons your jeans and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

Removing them with a desperate pop from your lips, his massively large palm slid under the waistband of your underwear making you groan as he thrust his digits inside of you.

Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and that safe feeling washed over you as you inhaled his scent reminding you of nights he held you when he spent the night talking about the future. Those nights when he would tell you all the things he was going to buy you when he became famous, not realizing that as long as you were with him you had everything you wanted. 

Hearing him grunt in your ear, you pumped your hand faster around him as his free hand clung to the back of your neck holding you tighter to him. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Kurt tugged your hair so his lips could find yours till he let go and came in your hand. His own rhythm slowed only for a moment before he pumped his fingers hastily as he kissed your cheek. You clung to him as you panted and the coil snapped. 

“Good…good girl, baby. Are you ok?” You nod as you lean back and try to catch your breath. “Come on. I need to get gas and I can get you something to drink.”

#############

You leaned blissfully against his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone to look up the young lady he previously had in his car pausing for a moment to light up the interior with a big grin that had you smiling as well. 

“She’s got good content.”

“Yeah, I just don’t like the way she talked to you.”

“Aw.”, he coos as he kisses your nose, beaming when your smile grows. “It’s just how influencers talk to each other, honey. It’s ok. She has a show tonight…too bad we can’t go.”

You hold his hand the rest of the way until you stop at a gas station and get out with him to stretch your legs. Hearing him mutter under his breath, you assumed he was talking to the camera which wasn’t abnormal for him until you heard him raise his voice. 

“Yeah, Bobby! That’s because people know we’re on a break right now!”

You chose to remain silent since the last time you brought up his relationship with Bobby he got exceptionally angry. It killed you, though, as he paused to look at his phone and his face fell. He shouted at the screen making you jump before you both finally noticed the cop on the other side getting gas as well. 

As he continued to talk, you scanned the car, and froze when you noticed blood on the front bumper. Kurt followed your eyeline and as nonchalantly as possible leaned against his hood, pulling your sleeve so you could lean against his chest. You held him tightly as your thoughts spiraled into everything that could go wrong if this cop decided to dig further. Your boyfriend felt your fear and ran his palm along your back as he tried to comfort you.

“Seriously, Y/N, leave this loser.”, the little computer voice mocked from his phone. 

“Fuck. Off. Bobby!”, you growled. 

“Leave her alone. She’s been through a lot today.”

As the cop went about his business, Kurt kissed your cheek as they continued their back and forth and you cleaned the front of his car.  

Opening his trunk, he pulled out one of his earlier victims open house signs and tossed them in the trash. 

“What about your promise to me, Bobby! I haven’t seen anything from you! Get in the car, Y/N.”

You do as he commands watching with sympathetic eyes as he slams his trunk and climbs back in beside you. 

“Is-Is he still going to help, Kurt?”

Furiously, he slams his hands against the steering as he sighs in frustration. 

“I’m giving it my all here, goddamn it! Why can’t I get ahead!?”

Carefully, you reach out to brush some of the hair under the Kurt’s World Hat he put on behind his ear. 

“You always give 100%, baby. It’s going to get better. THINGS will get better.”

His wild eyes meet yours before he softly smiles and playfully puts one of his hats on your head. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, sweetheart. I don’t think I could have done this alone.”

***

Your mood drastically changed after his last ride/kill and you were angry. First, Kurt insisted you sit in the back with these pretentious people while their friend sat beside him and continuously touched some part of his body like his arm or even his face. Then he drove like a maniac through the streets until heading for his next destination where not only did these two people die violently next you but you watched him kill someone with his own hands like it was nothing.

Of course, who’s the first person he calls afterwards?

“I just got the most epic kill! It was a triple KO! Bobby!”

And of course, Bobby wasn’t amused as he belittled him and everything Kurt was doing. Your boyfriend angrily grabbed his wet wipes from the console and you push back as far from him as you could as he reached over to clean the extra blood off the door beside you. As the phone disconnected and he exited the carwash he finally focused his attention on you. 

“What’s got you so fucking pissed off?” Ignoring him you continue to glare out the window. “Go ahead, Y/N. Out with it! Is it how my friends fucking suck? Or maybe something wrong with my content? Please! Tell me! May as well kick me while I’m fucking down.”

You wanted to scream at him, smack him, or anything else you could think of to hurt him as much as you were hurting but you knew none of that would get through. Rolling down your window, you took off your Kurt’s world hat and tossed it out into the street.

“Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck!?”

“Fuck. You! After everything I’ve done for you and you disrespect me like that!?”

“Like what?!”

“Now this is entertaining.”, the female voice on his phone pings. 

“SHUT UP, BOBBY!”, you both shout in unison.

At a stop light, you got out of the car and power walked up the street to get away from him.  His tires skidded as he parked and ran out to follow you.

“Come on, Y/N. Stop. Talk to me.”, he begged as he tried to block your path with his body. 

“You let that bitch touch you!”, you shouted as you pushed his chest. “’Oh my god. Don’t listen to them. I think you’re a badass.’” Kurt rolls his eyes as you mock the woman’s voice. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! How would you feel if someone was flirting with me and touching my body or face?! You wouldn’t like it would you?!”

“Y/N, I didn’t even notice! All I care about is the fucking lesson!”

“Wow! What a surprise! You only care about your fucking channel and not my feelings! You’re just like your fucking dad!”

He moved in a blur, his eyes darkening as he pushed you against the building behind you. 

“I am nothing like that deadbeat.”, he growled.

“All you father cares about are his fucking records and never gave a damn about you or your mom.” You shove him again and he lets you go. “I didn’t like seeing her touch you but more than anything it hurt me that you didn’t tell her to fuck off. Also…” You hugged your arms around your body. “It scared me a little watching you kill her…like that.”

Kurt sighs as your head hangs and he watches you cry. “Come here, baby.”, he coos as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like I don’t care about you or your feelings. I seriously didn’t notice she was flirting. Y/N, it took me years to even realize that you had a crush on me.” He smirked when he felt you lightly giggle against him. Tugging you back, his palms gently cup your face. “I would never hurt you like that either. YOU have always supported me. YOU have always been there for me. YOU are my number one fan. I don’t want anyone else and I didn’t mean to scare you. Bobby said to add ‘WTF moments’.”, he shrugged.

“Kurt…you said you care about my feelings…please hear me when I tell you that he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t want to help you. I’m so tired of watching you hurt because he’s not following through with promises he made you.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he led you back to the car and began driving again. You noticed he didn’t turn his Spree app back on as he began heading to what seemed like no apparent destination as he scrolled through that young lady’s Instagram again. You were so focused on him and listening to him mumble that you didn’t realize where you were until he parked again.

“I hope you’re watching this, Bobby.”

***

Bobby was extremely annoyed when he opened his front door and saw you both on his front porch. Kurt said they needed to talk but the other boy kept brushing him off. As he tried to slam the door on you two, your boyfriend blocked it with his foot. 

“Just remember you asked for this. Sorry, Y/N.”

Bobby tapped his camera and suddenly began streaming making you fume. What made you even more angry was the insults he hurled in Kurt’s direction as he began to sway, trying to seem like he wasn’t hurt by what the boy was saying. Sure, Bobby was a kid but he was old enough to know that what he was saying was rude and selfish. Kurt watched him grow up and was there for him for most of his life. Who did this little shit think he was?

You listen as Kurt announced his plans for the lesson but as Bobby mocked him again, he become incredibly quiet, flashing you an almost sad smirk as he reached into his pocket, and produced a knife. 

The man you fell in love, who was your first everything, and was the reason for your happiness through most of your life charged forward stabbing the person he once called his friend in the stomach. You listened to them wrestle before gun shots suddenly rang out and you ducked down on your knees as you covered your ears. 

Everything became silent and you jumped when you felt hands grab your arms. 

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head as your hands ran over your body to double check. As he kissed your forehead, he showed you the screen on his phone. “Look, honey. We’re in the double digits now.”

***

“Look, baby, oh my god. Triple digits! Hi. Hello, everyone.”

Even though Kurt had made a big deal earlier today about people seeing your body, he still began streaming with you both naked in the shower. He did keep the camera up high enough not to show anything and made sure you were pressed against his chest with his arm protectively around you to make sure you didn’t move in a direction that would expose your breasts. Like a child, you clung to him, completely terrified of everything that just happened. A normal human being would be scared that the person they were in love with just murdered someone but you were too far gone into the moment. You were more concerned that he almost got shot than anything else.

“Guys, no!”, he chuckles. “I didn’t kidnap her…you’re so funny. No, this my girlfriend. We’ve been best friends since like kindergarten and together for over 10 years! 10 years! Can you believe that?! She’s been my number one fan since day one of Kurt’s World and she’s always supported me. I love her so much.”

His eyes look down to meet your big doe ones as you stare up at him as if he hung the moon. Kurt was acknowledging you and finally admitting how much of part you played in him starting his channel. You gave him the courage and support to follow his dreams and he was finally bestowing on you the recognition you felt you deserved. The adoration and loyalty he always seemed to have towards Bobby was now focused on you and your heart melted. 

“I love you, baby.”, he cooed, sloppily kissing your lips before turning to address the camera again. Your mouth attached to his body, tracing up his chest till you reached his neck up to the outer shell of his ear. 

“I need you to fuck me, Kurt. Please.”, you whispered. 

You heard his confident voice faulter for a moment and after wrapping up what he was saying to his new viewers, turned off the stream, and tossed his phone on the floor outside of the shower door. 

His now free palm held the back of your head as he kissed your lips passionately while you clung to his neck. 

“I love you, Kurt. I was so scared that he was going to shoot you.”

“Aw, honey. Nothing is going to kill me tonight. Tonight, I’m invincible and so are you. I would never let anyone hurt you.” Turning you around, he placed your back to his chest as his hands roamed your body. While one skated over your tits, the other found its way between your legs. “Fuck…so fucking beautiful. I love that you’re mine.”

Kurt’s fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as your own palm looped between you both so you could stroke his cock.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, baby… about Bobby.” You shook your head, not wanting to even hear his name anymore especially after he slid two of his fingers inside of your core. “You were right. You’re always right.”

“K-Kurt, I need you inside of me. Please!”

Grunting, he roughly turned you around and lifted you in his arms as he carried you to his former friend’s gigantic bed. He fell on top of you but you hastily turned him onto his back as you straddle his waist and guided his length inside of you.

“Fuck me.”

Your palms steadied yourself against his chest as you bounced on top of him, groaning as his mushroom tip constantly grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling. Memories flashed through your brain of you two growing up and everything you both had experienced together. You never could have anticipated that your relationship would have led you here but now that you were you couldn’t let him go. He needed you. Right?

“Kurt? I love you.”

“I-I love you to, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“You…you need me right?”

His strong hands took hold of your hips forcing you to stop moving as your eyes met his. Wrapping one arm around you, he held you close to him as he pushed up onto his knees and adjusted your legs so they’d be more comfortable. 

Your boyfriend’s lips tenderly kissed your own as he gripped your behind and maneuvered you till you grinding against him again. 

“I do need you, Y/N. I always needed you. Where would I—mmm—where would I be without you?”

“P-Promise me, you…you won’t get hurt tonight. Please.”, you whimpered as your palms clung to his neck. “Please, I don’t know…what I’d do without you, baby.”

“I promise. You and I are both safe. Anyone even thinks about fucking hurting you…”, he growls as his eyes shut and press his forehead to your chest. 

“Tell me, Kurt. What will happen?”

Abruptly flipping you on to your back, your head hangs over the edge as his mouth attaches to your neck making you moan loudly as his tongue licks your skin. 

“I’ll tear them apart. I’ll make them wish they were never born.”

Kurt’s hips slam violently into your own, pushing him so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him pushing into your tummy. His thick hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his face hovers just above yours while he continues to whisper. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. All mine. If anyone tried to hurt you or take you away from me I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg and plead but—fuck—nothing they say will be enough because you’re my angel. I-I know that look. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your nails drag down his skin as you scream his name. Slowing his pace, he pounds into you hard until he feels you tighten around him as you cum. 

“Good girl. My good girl. You always look so pretty like this. What are you doing with me, sweetheart?”

You lazily stroke his cheek as you watch his mouth fall open while he chases his high.

“I love you, Kurt. You’re mine to. Please, fill me up. I want you to feel good to. You deserve it.”

His damp hair falls in front of your eyes as he groans and clings to your body as you feel him warm your insides. You both lay there quietly for a moment as you try to catch your breaths before he hears you giggle underneath him. 

“Honey, your hair is wet and sticking to my face.”

Your boyfriend lifts up on his elbows as he scans your features trying to get a read on where you are emotionally. 

“Oh, yeah? This hair?” You laugh as he shakes his head like a dog sprinkling water all over you as you try to push away from him. Kurt playfully wrestles with you till you both fall against the pillows and he pleasantly sighs as he pulls you to his chest. “I’m going to buy you a house like this one day. We’ll fill it with cooler stuff than this and after we get married, we’ll have a ton of kids and we’ll raise them to be nice not assholes like Bobby…”

As he continued to talk about your futures, you watch him with wide ecstatic eyes. Usually, you were the one talking about things like this while he constantly brought up his channel or becoming famous. Your heart soared at the mention of marriage and kids but as your fingers ran delicately over his skin, you had to suffocate that little voice in the back of your head that kept screaming tonight would end with you two being in a cell or dead.