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ficandkaboodle · 2 months ago

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So I was tagged by @circle--of--confusion in

Get to Know Your Mutuals!!

Life just got me in a chokehold and also I forgor 🥲 BUT I DID IT!!

🖤🖤🖤

what's the origin of your username?:

I was trying to drum up possible names and I thought “caboodle” was a funny word and a decent reference to a small collection of bits and ends. I just spelled it with a “k” because “Ficandcaboodle” felt off to me.

OTP(s) + shipname:

I don’t really ship, let alone anything that has a certifiable ship name. I’m super cool like that, I know 🙃

Favorite color:

Black! Followed by purple with a bit of white.

Song stuck in my head:

(God forgive me but) that godawful song from Emilia Perez. You know the one. It’s been banging around my skull all day for no discernible reason. Also “Fear and Delight” by The Correspondents (thanks to the zoetrope imagery going around today).

Weirdest habit/trait:

I mean. The things I’m tempted to call weird are arguably just things consequential to my undiagnosed disordered like autism and ADHD and OCD. I have trichotillomania for example. And a twinge of echolalia I think. I also have eating rituals for certain cereals (ex: If I eat Apple Jacks, I must eat the red/orange pieces first). …Yeah I’m trying to think of non-ND tendencies but I got none

Hobbies:

I like to bake! But it’s getting to be quite expensive so I may need to go back to my old hobby of drawing and painting. 😅 Unless overthinking is also a hobby.

If you work, what's your profession?:

I wouldn’t call it a profession but I work at a bookstore and even though I was hired on specifically as a regular bookfloor worker, I’ve been trained as pretty much an all-rounder: I can do register, cafe, receiving, toys and games, etc. I’m very tired all the time and joke that I’m the store bicycle because I’m multipurpose.

If you could have any job you wish, what would you have?:

Assuming money isn’t an issue — Actually, no, I still don’t know. I haven’t had a clear idea of what I’ve wanted since freshman year of college. I’m not very good with or tolerant of people so front-facing jobs aren’t the best fit for me. But I’m also not very good at things involving numbers or what have you and business sense is not natural to me. Sooo…I have no clue! In another world, though, I think I’d run a small bakery/ice cream parlor with a spoop-theme.

Something you're good at:

I have no clue about that either! 😀 People say I’m good at baking, writing, and drawing but I think a lot of that from most immediate people like friends and family just don’t do that stuff themselves so it just seems impressive. But I dunno…I’m also aware that I tend to be very critical of myself so who knows, really? 😅😅😅

Something you hate:

The list of things I like would be shorter. Uhh…I hate obnoxious people. Entitled people. I hope their car gets a flat in the rain on the interstate during rush hour ☺️ I also hate parents who put their kids in atrocious situations out of their own personal conveniences or wants.

Something you collect:

I accidentally developed a collection of soaps. In fairness, a decent number of them are from my cousin’s soap and lotion business but I have no idea where the others are from. Also, like many people in the area, I have a Zulu coconut collection but I feel like that’s so commonplace that it’s not the same as hobby collecting. However! I intentionally try to collect movie promo items like the little inflatable drink holder floaties from the Barbie movie and a popcorn bucket shaped like Miles Morales’s head. (And yes, I have the RHRN bucket. And Popecorn bucket.)

Something you forget:

Birthdays. Faces. How exactly old my siblings are some days. The usual.

Your love language:

I almost want to say words of affirmation but I think I just have a praise kink combined with low self-esteem. On that end, I also appreciate acts of service and patience. I know that second one isn’t a recognized love language, but patience is very important to me because I know I must be a pain to deal with even when I’m trying to be palatable.

Favorite movies/shows:

Oofa I actually don’t watch a lot of TV anymore 😅🥲 But I tend to enjoy cartoons like Craig of the Creek or something. Favorite movies tend to meld into comfort films for me and judging by that, they’re 1776 and Knives Out.

Favorite food:

French fries and yakamein. I can and nearly have finished an entire stock pot of yakamein by myself and not grow tired of it, it’s my cholesterol’s nightmare.

Favorite animal:

I…don’t think I have one 🤔 I try to think of one but I can never really land one. Though I do like cats, and my favorite marine animal is the beluga whale because of their silly melon domes!

What were you like as a child?:

According to my dad, I was a very strong-willed child. Which is his loving way of saying I was extremely stubborn. However, I was also very shy and hated having attention on me for the most part. I think I was also a bit inquisitive in some aspects, and I really enjoyed reading and drawing to the point I hated being forced to interact with other kids instead of being left to my own devices. However I also was very sympathetic and cried easily if I thought a cartoon character or book character was being hurt or abandoned. Gotta love that hyperempathy.

Favorite subject in school:

I usually based what my favorite was on how quickly that class seemed to go for me. In general, though, my favorites tended to go between history and English. Mostly history, though.

Least favorite subject:

Math. Straight up. I just could never get the hang of it, even with tutoring. It’s not for lack of trying, numerical stuff just seems to hit a wall of static once it enters my head and I just can’t keep up.

What's your best character trait:

I don’t think I have one 😅😅😅 People say I’m caring in a weird way, but I honestly have a lot of trouble seeing that. I’m admittedly quite rigid and awkward with people.

What's your worst character trait?:

I’m hard on myself, can you tell? 🤣 I don’t know if it’s necessarily low esteem or something, I just have high standards and low expectations towards myself and it’s admittedly something I need to work on.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?:

My confidence. I feel like if I were more sure of myself, so much could potentially change for the better. At the very least, more opportunities might open and I might feel a vague sense of progress for the first time in a long while.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?:

My great-grandfather. He was still alive when I was born but very sick. According to my dad, he was just lucid enough to meet me. I wish I could’ve met him properly, he sounded like a hoot and the interactions he had with my great-grandma were legendary.

I don’t really know who all has been tagged sooo… @d3dw1tch, @pestilenceking, and whomever else comes upon this and wants to give it a go! I await your vital information 😌

#get to know me #man I sure am a downer here…#I promise I’m not always this bleak!!!!

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falindankovsky · 6 months ago

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Fear and Hunger for 001 Lisa Garland from SH for 003? For the fandom ask game :D

I can't think of any ships off-hand for 002, sorry. You can pick one if you want to.

It’s fine! lol I’m overly picky about ships I’ll actively enjoy so it’s for the best!

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Tempted to say Daan! But I also really like Cahara

Least Favorite character: I forget his name but that mobster guy who harasses abella and Marco

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I’m incredibly boring so gonna just say cahara and his wife that’s all I got on the favorite list! I dunno with a game like funger I don’t think much about shipping since….ya know the horrors

Character I find most attractive: from the first game? Cahara can I have your number!! Second game! I’m going to become that doctors Maria

Character I would marry: Again picking probably the best choice here with Cahara we know he’s a decent husband! I’m picking him (I also remember what’s his name had a family but uhhh he’s not my type.)

Character I would be best friends with: Marina! I think we’d get along!

A random thought: I hope if there’s ever a funger 3 it’s set in the late 90s I think that’d be a happy setting

An unpopular opinion: The jokes about the prison guards from the first game aren’t funny! And are very disturbing actually! (This probably isn’t an unpopular opinion however I see a fair bit of those jokes so….part of me thinks it is!)

My canon OTP: answered above

Non-canon OTP: I dunno? I guess abella and Karin could be cute?

Most badass character: Most of the main cast I guess?

Pairing I am not a fan of: Most of them? I dunno I’m like painfully aro so I don’t do romance that much unless it’s self ship related? So half the time my answer is most pairings?

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): can’t think of an answer for this one!

Favourite friendship: Not a friendship per say but I think Karin and daan’s interactions are alotta fun

Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: genuinely adore her so fucking much!!!! She’s one of my favorite characters from the first silent hill!! She’s so interesting and makes me want to sob violently

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Don’t have an answer for this one

My non-romantic OTP for this character: her and Harry!!! Their dynamic was really sweet :( and it always make me sad how their final interaction goes :(

My unpopular opinion about this character: I wish people would address her backstory more! I feel like she gets focused on as a spooky nurse! More than she is as a character! (Also I hate what the movie did with her….)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I’m fine with how her story went! She’s meant to be a tragic character! But If they were to do a remake of sh1 one! I’d like to see her get some more screen time before the reveal!

My OTP: None

My OT3: none

#asks tag #mutuals tag

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marrfixated · 2 years ago

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TL;DR: Marr, he/she/ze, temporarily inactive, neurodivergent, sideblog @priyemma

Hello! My name is Marr. I use He/She/Ze pronouns. I’m cool with any gendered terms, and I pretty much use them interchangeably myself. Gal, guy, neither, whatever! I do identify as a girl, though.

I have ADHD and anxiety along with other things, but those are the ones I’ll probably talk about on here the most. I’m mixed White and Latina (plus Native) but mostly white (in that it’s a little more of my genetics than the others and I’m painfully whitewashed). I speak English and want to learn Spanish, but I’m definitely not fluent. American, and a lot more “country” than I realize lol (I’m a midwestern gal)… I do study a few other languages, but mostly in a linguistic sense.

I am still very into total drama, the reboot in particular. Emma and Priya have a very special place in my heart, and I am working on a fic about them that I would love to post someday. I love shipping!

I’m also totally into Hush Hush: Only Your Love Can Save Them. It’s a really good visual novel. I dunno if I’ll post about it here, but the character in my pfp is from it! Elle is my favorite, and I have a hairstyle very like hers (Yes, I cut my hair and dyed it pink because she inspired me. I’m a nerd! Sue me!)

I like to draw, but I’m not good at it. If I ever post my art, please be kind! I do really want to learn and be confident.

Ive actually written a few fics! They’re all one shots, and I have three that I will post um… someday. They were supposed to be posted like 2 years ago, but I’m not gonna scrap them because uh… I don’t wanna. I have two longer fics that I’d kill to post, but I’m afraid of not finishing them. Also I don’t like writing first chapters! But I do like to write.

I’ve written four Alenoah oneshots so far. Most recently posted Contra Entendre, so go read that! By recently, I mean a while ago… but it’s the most recent.

The two longer fics are an Alenoah AU and a Priyemma post-canon fic. I spend a lot of time on the latter, and it’s teaching me a lot about writing. I do plan to post them someday, and definitely to finish them.

I haven’t been posting on here recently because my Td fixation has subsided a little and the fandom is less active. I will be back though!

If you expect to be on most DNI lists, assume you’re on mine. Do what you want, but it’s not unfair for me to ask for you to do it far away from me.

I might post suggestive things here sometimes, but sparsely and usually in a playful manner. Anything like that would be tagged accordingly, but let me know if there’s something for me to add. I do reblog suggestive content sometimes… I intend to cut down on that though!

I do curse a lot, and reclaim queer slurs on occasion. Please don’t engage in discourse on my account for no reason! That’s no fun. I do enjoy arguing with people online, but I save that energy for when I’m on TikTok.

I usually take like 3 years to answer asks or dms or whatnot for various reasons… but I swear I don’t mean any offense! I get nervous, or I don’t know how to answer, or it goes missing, or I forget… whatever. But basically… I’m not a passive aggressive person, and I mean no ill will if I don’t answer anything! I have um… a LOT of unanswered asks. My bad. Also I have like 50 at this point.

I reblog a lot, so I tag all my non-reblogs as #original post. I usually don’t tag reblogs on here.

That’s it!

#original post

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lycanlovingvampyre · 2 years ago

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MAG 133 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence.

Dead Horse - aside from the Dead Horse Camp that comes up in the statement, could this somehow be meant to reference the idiom “beating a dead horse”? That phrase basically means “to waste effort on something when there is no chance of succeeding”, so it would actually work for the Everchase.

JON: "No, I-I understand. Ho-Honestly, uh, I’d actually appreciate your insight, uh, for this one. Just – you know. Keep quiet during the statement and that." Always in the pursuit (ha!) of new knowledge^^

DAISY: "I’m trying to get my legs right again." Actually, how did the coffin work? Apparantly muscle atrophy was something that happened in there. What about hair growth? Finger nails? Any kind of serious dehydration or starvation happening?

"All I ask is that I be allowed to live what life I have remaining in obscurity and anonymity. I will not allow myself to be found." Shouldn't have walked into the hands of It Knows You then...

Ngl, before TMA I have never heard of the Lost City of Z. Dunno if you learn that in History in the UK or it's something rather known in adventurer circles than the general population. Also haven't heard of the book or the movie.

"I believed myself prepared, but the realities of that jungle were more than I could have foreseen, and when it finally ended, my fever-addled mind named that spot, the furthest we could reach into the jungle, ‘Dead Horse Camp,�� because that is where my horse finally fell." Thinking if the jungle itself could be kind of amplifying the Hunt? It's a constant race of which tree grows the fastest and the highest to get sunlight.

"But over in Raleigh’s tent I kept hearing a sporadic thumping, or clapping sound, as if he were killing them with his bare hands. When I asked him about it the next day, he simply told me he had inside him a strong and enduring hatred of bloodsuckers." Something something bloodsucking mosquitoes XD

"And then I thought I saw his tongue shoot out, just for a moment, and taste the air around it." Oh, that reminds me of that thing that sat next to Calvin Benchley and flicked its tongue into his ear in MAG 82. Also Hunt.

"The leader of the second expedition, a man in a thick seal-skin coat, was talking excitedly about their progress, about their hunt for the Northwest Passage, and I realized with a start that this man was John Franklin, famed polar explorer, whose ships, the Terror and the Erebus, had been trapped in the ice and lost in northern Canada." Oh, the Terror makes another appearance! It was also in MAG 98! (Now that I think of it, who called a ship the Terror?? What could possibly go wrong?? xD)

"We found Eduard von Toll a few days later. I recognized him immediately, as he had always been an inspiration of mine, right up until he and his ship, the Zarya, had vanished while hunting for the mysterious polar island Zemlya Sannikova" Oh, there's Sannikov Land again!

"Now, he and his crew were pinning the things that looked like men to trees, with long, iron spikes. They thrashed, and struggled, and a long, bulbous tongue hung from their throats, pinned by the iron of von Toll’s men." Something something bloodsucking vampires XD

DAISY: "Don’t know. Maybe? Sometimes I lost purpose because I let myself get too into it. Gave them openings just because I wanted to keep chasing. Like with you." The reason it took Daisy so long to finally catch Jon.

BASIRA: (surprised) "Hey. There you are. You’re meant to be doing your exercises." DAISY: "You were out." BASIRA: "You could have done them alone." [A SLIGHT PAUSE.] DAISY: "Sure." Basira is totally at a loss to show sympathy and compassion. It's only practicality for her now...

BASIRA: "I want it to be her." JON: "Do you?" BASIRA: "’s that supposed to mean?" JON: (sighs) "She’s.. trying to keep a clear head. Stay away from the Hunt as much as possible. You… valued her purpose. Her resolve." Yeah, thanks Jon for calling her out.

JON: "You’re not happy she’s back." I've seen people say that Georgie totally meant that she rather wanted Jon dead or brain-damaged. But actually that's what Jon's interpretation of her reaction was. She didn't deny it, yeah, but in the end Jon put those words in her mouth because he was upset of waking up, hearing he was in a coma for 6 months and Tim and Daisy gone and the two people who are there are not really reacting in a caring way. And then Basira also didn't answer him to the question, if she was disappointed, he internalized this mindset. It's all his fault and nobody likes to see him alive. And that's exactly the mindset he applies here again. Just because people are not bursting with joy - what is probably really hard considering their overall situation - he immediately jumps to the worst.

JON: "Look, I’ve been where you are." BASIRA: "Have you?" JON: (with vigor) "Yes, I have. You’re the only one responsible for everyone, the weight of all their lives on your shoulders – it leads to bad decisions." BASIRA: "Yeah, well, when I get myself kidnapped three times in a row, maybe I’ll look to you for advice." JON: "Bad decisions, like wasting three weeks chasing dead-ends and false leads rather than talking to us about the plan." Actually very well said here by Jon, he remained level-headed here.

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 133 #tma #tma spoilers

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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It’s All in the Perspective

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4491

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Gun Violence, Minor Character Injury, A Peek at Angry Bucky, Explosions (if that’s a warning), Mentions of Stevie (I really miss him, guys)

A/N: So! Here it is! Part 4.3! After long hours of laboring and slaving away - kidding, kidding. I had a bit of trouble with this part, not gonna lie, because there’s a lot of feelings I wanted to try explaining. To do that, there’s a little sort of twist at the end that, once I decided to put in, made the chapter much smoother to write. I wasn’t happy with it at first, but now I’m satisfied.

There’s a lot of things happening in this one; it’s longer than I had anticipated because of the little snippet at the end I added. It’s got a few scene-for-scene things, but I kinda blew past it just to get to the characters’ emotions and stuff. Plus writing action like the shipping yard scene is hard when you’re not focusing entirely on that scene, which I wasn’t.

You’ll notice that the last little bit with Ayo (the Wakandan) isn’t in this. That’s because I couldn’t really find a way to fit it in and I’m assuming it will fit in better with next week’s episode.

Not beta’d, so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you wonderful people for reading and commenting! I enjoy hearing your opinions and what you like about the show and the series! Enjoy the final Part for Episode 3 and stay tuned for an announcement tomorrow about the One Shots I’ll be doing in relation to this series!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

You and Bucky kept sneaking glances at each other as you walked through the dock, weaving between the different colored shipping containers with Sharon leading the way. Every time you caught his eye, his ears turned red and he looked away, scanning your surroundings. Not that you were any better, immediately turning away when he turned your way.

You almost kissed him. Fuck. You couldn’t let that happen. He was your friend. Your teammate. He was the best friend to the man you fell in love with, who just so happened to be your best friend. Your best friend who left you. Your best friend who you promised you would watch out for Bucky.

Bucky…who you also fell in love with. Whether or not it was because of Steve, the fact of the matter was: you loved him. You loved both of them. And you’d never loved anyone like that before. And one left. And the other was trying to navigate through his shitty life. And you weren’t any better. Which is why, you decided in that moment, that no matter how much you wanted to - and holy shit did you want to - you wouldn’t pursue.

Yet. Maybe. Ugh! When did feelings become so complicated?!

When you started having them.

You silently grumbled to yourself, shaking your head clear. You had to focus and be in the moment. Now was not the time to sort out what to do about the suddenly rising emotions towards the cerulean eyed brunette currently burning with you with a gaze you refused to return.

“Alright.” Sharon stopped, making the group stop as well. “He’s in there. Container 4261. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry; we’re on borrowed time.”

You each grabbed one of the earpieces she held in her palm, slipping it comfortably in your ear. “I’ll stay back with you.” Sharon went to talk, but you cut her off. “I’d feel better knowing it’s not just you out here.”

She pursed her lips, before nodding. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Doll-”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You insisted, checking your gun to make sure it was loaded. Bucky stayed quiet, nodding in begrudging acceptance.

You and Sharon headed off as the boys went towards the storage unit. “Just like old times, huh?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned, shoving your gun in the thigh holster she let you borrow. “Let the good times roll, babe.”

“Absolutely.” Sharon winked, before you two split up to cover more ground. It wasn’t long before Sharon announced company and you took off sprinting in her direction.

You got to her just as more thugs approached her from behind, immediately lunging into action.

“Hey, so, we never finished that conversation!”

You grunted as you roundhouse kicked a guy, hooking your knee over his shoulder and pulling him to the ground by the neck “Really?! You wanna do that now?!”

“Sure! I’m not too busy!”

You rolled your eyes at her reply, seeing her knock a guy unconscious before she turned around to knee another one in the face. “What were we talking about?”

“Why’re you holding back?”

“It’s complicated!” You elbowed a guy in the ribs, flipping him over your shoulder and twisting his arm till a sickening crack sounded.

“Because of Steve?!”

“Yes - no! Kind of!”

Sharon was on the floor choking a guy out as you slammed a guy’s head into a shipping container, pushing him at another guy. “You loved him didn’t you?! And I mean, like in love with him!”

“Who?!” You laced your fingers around the back of his head and brought his face down onto his knee.

“Director Fury!” You gave her a look which she snorted at. “Steve, you dumbass! Who else?!”

“Yeah! No shit I was in love with him!” You ran up the side of a storage unit to do a backflip and land on some guy’s shoulders, choking him out. Before he fell, you rolled off, tripping a guy in the process and elbowing his throat.

“Well at least you’re admitting it now!”

You were hit in the back of the head, thrown into a wrestle with another guy on the ground. You bit his hand, making him cry out, before you headbutted him.

“You couldn’t even hear his name without having to remind people you were ‘just friends’!”

“We were just friends, Share! You know that!”

You heard her shoot of a gun a few times as you smacked someone in the back of the head with the butt of your gun, trying to save ammo. “You really never did anything about it?!”

“No!”

She glanced at you incredulously from across the way, bodies now littering the ground. “And you don’t regret that?”

“No.” You sighed at her look, relenting. “Yes. Kind of. I dunno. I mean…he’s happy with his decision, and for me that’s enough.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell. But-”

“But you still have him so it’s all good.”

You bit your lip, shrugging. “Something like that.”

Sharon tilted her head, confused. “So why don’t you tell him?”

“I dunno. I don’t think either of us is ready.”

“C’mon. I saw you two earlier. You should’ve just kissed him.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned when you noticed something missing. “Ah shit. My ear piece. It must’ve fallen out earlier.” You looked around, but Sharon stopped you, nodding her head between a couple shipping containers.

“Don’t worry about it. Mine broke a little while ago, too. Let’s go get the guys. Tell them we need to leave.”

You nodded and started running with her to the unit Nagel’s lab was in. You followed her around the corner, only to widen your eyes and shove her out of the way. Two gunshots rang out, Sharon catching the guy right between the eyes, while the man’s bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.” You hissed, hand immediately going up to clamp your wound.

“Dammit! You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot!”

You gave her a look. “You’re welcome.”

Rolling her eyes, she quickly tore off part of your shirt. “Hey!”

“First off, this is my shirt. Second, I’m just making it more of a crop top. Third, it’s your own fault, so quit your whining.”

“Touchy touchy.” You grumbled, wincing when she tied it around your arm.

“Just come on. And hey,” she turned to you as she sprinted with your wrist in her hold. “My advice? Don’t wait. Seriously. I know it must be weird, the whole he’s his best friend, he was your best friend, now he’s your best friend, thing you’ve got going on, but there’s nothing else stopping you. Steve made his choice. And he’d be fine with whatever you choose as long as you’re happy.”

You shook your head. “But Bucky’s still healing-”

“So? He’s already been on dates. I think you’re just using that as an excuse to protect your heart from hurting again. Trust me; Barnes isn’t going anywhere.”

Not able to respond since you were making your way to the guys in Nagel’s lab, you bit your lip, hating that she got the last say in the conversation. She definitely planned it so she would. “We’re outta time, fellas.”

As if things couldn’t get worse Zemo - that fucking snake, you knew he was gonna do something stupid - took out a gun he got from who knows where. You sure as hell didn’t let him have a gun. Before you could stop him, he shot Nagel, your best, your only, lead.

“Goddammit!” You growled as Sam and Sharon restrained him. “You fucking-”

The explosion came next, again happening faster than you could react. Bucky grabbed you and pulled you underneath him, covering you with his body as glass and metal flew around you. With ringing ears, you groaned, squinting your eyes open.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You were vaguely aware of the alarms going off, a red light blinking behind Bucky’s head. You nodded, his worried eyes softening just slightly at your response. “We gotta get out-”

“I know, I know. C’mon.” He helped you up, eyes catching sight of the makeshift bandage on your arm. “Dammit, what did you do?”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hands off. “Go help Sharon. We’ve gotta move. Now.” He huffed, but nodded and moved over to get Sharon. You tried to see where Zemo went through the smoke, but he was already gone.

You four made it just before the whole thing combusted due to the chemicals in the lab. So much for any evidence or leads.

The moment you got out, you were thrust into a gunfight, rolling your eyes as Bucky and Sam, once again, did their own thing.

“Are they always like this?”

“Usually it’s worse. Wait until they start arguing about who was right.” Sharon gave you an unamused look to which you nodded at, ducking when a bullet whizzed by you. “I know. It’s so annoying.”

Sure enough, when Bucky ran out of bullets, the bickering commenced, making you huff and Sharon shout at them. “Are they serious?”

You shot a few more bullets before your gun started clicking. “Dammit. Unfortunately.”

“I’m out!”

“Me too!”

Another explosion and a person you couldn’t see clearly through the haze caused a distraction for you guys to get away, Sam practically shoving you and Sharon into an open shipping container as Bucky took care of a couple more bounty hunters.

“What happened? Both of your comms went out.” Bucky growled once he came in behind you, grabbing your forearm to study your wound.

“It’s just a graze. Chill your ass down. I lost my earpiece and Sharon’s broke.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his voice low with warning. “What. Happened.”

“We rounded a corner, the guy was there. I shoved Sharon, he shot, she shot, I got hit, he’s now dead. Happy?”

“You promised.” He snapped, finger tightening on your arm. “You said you’d save yourself first.”

“Buck, let go.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged a bit, wincing slightly. “Seriously. Stop. That hurts.”

He blinked, his features slacking and his fingers immediately dropping your arm. “Doll, I-I…fuck.” He turned to go punch through the back wall to get out of the unit you were in.

Before you could respond and tell him it was fine, the Baron himself drove up in a slick blue convertible. You groaned at Bucky’s response to Zemo. “We need him.” God, you were getting tired of hearing that.

“You’re lucky I don’t bash your head in.” You growled at him.

“If you try that shit again-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky got into the passenger’s seat with no hesitation, looking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and slipped into the back with Sam. Bucky and you always took the back seat. You had ever since the dumb little blue car Steve got.

You hugged Sharon in parting, knowing she couldn’t come with. “Hey.” She looked at you sternly. “Take a leap.”

“We’ll see.” You told her, sitting down and buckling.

“Do better than that, Y/L/N. And get me that pardon you promised me.” She told Sam, pointing at him..

“Thanks for everything.” She nodded, before jogging off in the opposite direction you’d be heading. Sam turned back to the front, an annoyed expression crossing his face. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.”

You snickered as Sam shot you a glare, Zemo starting to drive the car out of the shipping yard, away from the chaos.

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You collapsed onto the seat in front of Bucky, leaning onto the knee he had propped up against the back. He glanced up at you, face blank, before looking back down at his metal hand he was cleaning.

“Here. Let me see-”

“I got it.” He grumbled, shifting away from where your hands reached for his.

Your eyes widened, stunned at his reaction. “Bucky, just let me-”

“I said no, Y/N.” Your name. Again. You can’t remember him calling you ‘doll’ since before the shipping yard explosion.

“Are you okay?” He merely grunted. You straightened off his leg, swatting his knees with the back of your hand. “Hey.”

He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor. “Stop.”

“No.”

He shot you a warning glare. “Y/N-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“What is wrong with you?” You scrunched up your features in confusion and concern. “Is this about my arm? I told you it’s fine.” You got no response except his eye flickering to your now properly bandaged shoulder. “Why are you acting so weird?”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

You scoffed in disbelief, jaw dropping. “You’re not.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” You stood up, brushing your legs off, the bare skin having splotches and smears of dirt and dust. “If you wanna be like that, go ahead. Brood. Be a child. When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever the hell is bothering you, like an adult, I’ll be in the back room.”

You only took two steps before he called out for you. “Doll.” You turned around, an expectant look on your features as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one foot. He looked up at you nervously, before looking down and picking at the metal plates of his hand. “I got scared.”

Your features softened, your head tilting gently. “Scared?”

“When you stopped talking. You and Sharon…you were talking. But both of your comms went down around the same time and I…it scared me. I-I don’t get scared anymore. Not the way I did when your voice stopped. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” His voice got quieter at the last sentence, his eyes looking to the purple handprint on your forearm.

“It was an accident, Buck.” You reassured him, settling back down in front of him. “It’s fine. You were still reeling it in from the bar. I know it’s hard for you to judge your strength like that. Steve had problems like that too.” You looked down at the rag he was holding, putting your hand out.

He licked his lips, before handing you the rag. You got off the couch to shift so you were sitting between his legs, his chest to your back. Holding his metallic hand between both of yours, you set to work, gingerly wiping away the grime, picking at the filth that wedged itself between the plates.

“He,” you chuckled, shaking your head at the moment you were remembering. “He accidentally gave me a concussion once when we were sparring. At first it was awesome; he got me my favorite take out and took me to the movies and all that. But then he just started getting annoying. Wouldn’t even let me reach for the TV remote on the coffee table a yard away.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly when you felt his chin hooking on your shoulder, giving him more room. “How long did you love him?”

Freezing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What?”

“You and Sharon. When you were talking…your comms were on.”

“How-” You swallowed thickly, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. “How much did you hear?”

“Yours went out right after you admitted you were in love with him. Hers went out after you said you were just friends.”

Holding in a sigh of relief, you went back to cleaning his hand. “I don’t really know exactly when it happened. After the Battle of New York, maybe. So 2012, I guess? I dunno. I was getting up from falling for him, though. A few years later.”

“Was?”

“I - yeah. I kind of…fell again.”

He hummed, leaning back, taking his chin off your shoulder and unwinding his arm from your waist. “He’s an easy person to fall for. Hell, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on him once upon a time.”

You chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder at him. “I never said I fell for him again. But, yeah. You’re right.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You like someone else?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat as you went back to his hand. “Uh…so you don’t still love him? Steve, I mean?”

“He was the first person I really loved, Bucky. A part of me will always love him.”

Bucky fingers twitched in your hold, the fingers on his other hand tapping against his thigh. “You know…he loved you too.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s true-”

“He left, James. If he loved me, why would he leave?”

You could feel his hesitation as his next words left his lips. “I-I dunno.” That was a lie. You could hear it in his voice. If there was one person Steve trusted more than you, it was Bucky. Of course he knew.

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about this-”

“It’s in the notebook.” You bit your lip as Bucky shifted, pulling out the little notebook from his pocket. “He made lists - he liked lists. He made lists of things you said that made him laugh. Songs that reminded him of you. Little quirks you do that he noticed over the years. He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

“James, please-”

“He didn’t want me to let you know. But I had to tell you. You have to know. He loved you.”

You let out a shaky breath as he placed the book on your thigh. You stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it in his left hand, closing his fingers around it and standing up. “I think…I’m gonna go rest for a bit in the back room. Holler if you need me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, moving quickly to the small back room of the plane which you got dressed in only a couple days ago. It only had one arm chair and instead of a door there was a curtain, but you were fine with that, plopping down in the chair and reclining.

Why? Why would he bring that up? Did he hear more than he said? Was he trying to let you down easy before you could even tell him how you felt? Did he get spooked after dancing? After the almost-kiss?

You never thought of Steve in the wrong. After all he’d done for the world in his life, he deserved to be selfish - to be happy. And Peggy gave him that. But why? Why would he leave if he loved you so dearly? If he really did what Bucky said? He wouldn’t. He’s not cruel. He wouldn’t up and leave, without even saying goodbye, knowing how deeply you loved him and feeling the same about you. This was Steven Grant Rogers for crying out loud! He wouldn’t…right?

But Bucky…he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t tell you that, especially knowing how much you missed the lovable blonde. And you knew his words held at least some truth. Actions spoke louder than words, and as something Bucky said repeated itself in your mind, you started slipping into a memory, your eyes shutting and your breaths evening out.

“He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

The incessant knocking made you groan, shouting that you were coming and mumbling curses. You barely threw open the door before his worried voice hit your ears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“Stevie.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the clock on the wall. “Bubs…it’s two in the morning. I just got back, like, an hour ago.”

He shuffled, pink lips in a pout, eyes round and distressed. “I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry. But I heard you got hurt-”

You shook your head, a small giggle of amusement leaving your lips and you lifted your right hand, letting him see the black split holding your ring and pinky fingers. “I jammed my fingers in a door. The doc said I’ll be fully healed in a month at most.”

His eyes darted across your face and down your body, scanning for any more injuries. After glancing at your hands again, they finally landed on your eyes once more. Next thing you knew, you were being held against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly, running your fingers down his spine, moving the two of you deeper into your apartment so you could shut the door.

“Don’t ever do that again. I gotta have faith in something and if you come home hurt, it’ll be crushed.”

Your eyebrows knit together. At his strange wording. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, honey.” He pulled back and held your face between his hands. “Please.”

“I can promise I’ll try my best.” You teased lightly, smiling at him and booping his nose, making him grin, although it was strained. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? We’ll turn on some TV in my room and you can keep me safe while I get much needed sleep.”

That made his grin relax into a real one, his head nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

“C’mon, bubs.” You took his hand, leading him to your room. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll catch some zzzz’s too.”

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“What the hell was that?”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was gaping at him in utter disbelief, looking from the assassin to the doorway Y/N just walked through. “She needed to know.”

“Buck, she’s been dealing with some shit. And we both know something’s going on that she isn’t telling us. Her “zoning out” isn’t just zoning out, and we know that. She doesn’t need you confusing her even more.”

“Confusing her?”

Sam blinked, his troubled expression falling into a deadpan. “Are you fucking with me? No. There’s no way you’re that naive. Seriously?! Man, c’mon!”

Bucky scrunched up his face. “What?”

“She likes you, man! Everyone knows it!”

The brunette shook his head, forehead creased. “No. No, you heard her, Sam. She’s in love with Steve.”

“Was in love. As in past tense.”

“But-but she said- she likes someone else-”

“Barnes!” Sam threw his hands up, exasperated. “You are someone else!”

“I thought you two were already-”

Bucky pointed warningly at Zemo. “Watch it. Wait, wait-” He turned back to Sam. “But I heard her-”

“Bucky…man…” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. I’m not about to break my girl’s trust like that. But you gotta hear me when I tell you she likes you. What do you think almost happened at the party?”

“She - I - it was…an accident?”

Sam spluttered, eyes wide. “An accident? You two grinding and nearly making out was an accident?!”

“Woah! We were not…grinding-”

Zemo hummed. “Hmm…you kind of were.”

Bucky glared at him. “Thin. Fucking. Ice.” He whipped back to Sam. “I just remind her of him.”

“What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You remind her of Steve? Yes, granted your both dumbasses, but she knows both of you enough to know there’s quite a few big differences.”

“Wilson-”

Sam held up his hand, shutting Bucky up. “You like her. Yes or no.”

Bucky huffed, looking down at the hand she was holding only minutes ago. “Yes.” He finally relented. “Since the first couple months in Wakanda.”

“Steve liked her. Yes or no.”

He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head. “Yes. Yes he liked her. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“So explain something to me.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why is it that Steve isn’t here, and you are?”

Bucky crossed his arms, brooding - although he’d never admit it - while staring out the window. “Steve…knew. I liked her. And, yes, he loved her, but he also loved Peggy. So he…”

“He told you to take your chance with Y/N, and he went back to be with his first love.”

HYDRA’s former fist nodded with a sigh. “Something like that.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Sam groaned. “Why not?!”

“Because!” Bucky took a breath, trying not to shout and alert the sleeping girl in the room over, his ears tuning into her slowed heartbeat to make sure she was okay. “Because Steve has her heart, Sam. The whole thing just…I’m jealous of him. Because he got her first. And then I get mad because he didn’t do shit about it. And then I feel guilty because all the shit he put up with for me and here I am complaining…and then I just get…depressed because he’s not here. I used to be the one who fixed his problems. But after I got out…he’s been the one fixing mine. And I just…I don’t know what to do.”

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I get it. That’s valid. But stop whining and moping around about it. It happened. And you need to get your shit together. If not for your sake, for hers. Because she lost him too. And she’s probably feeling those exact same feelings.”

“But…she’s his girl-”

“No. She’s not. He made his choice.” Sam nodded towards Bucky. “Now you gotta make yours, Buckaroo.”

He shot him a glare. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why not? Y/N calls you that.”

“Y/N has a plan.”

“We both know that’s not true, Buckaroo. Hey! That one rhymed!”

Bucky shook his head with a scowl. “I will beat your ass, Wilson.”

Sam scoffed, shoving Bucky’s head playfully. “Stop being a dumbass and tell her. Buckaroo.”

“That’s it!”

Bucky tackled Sam to the ground, Zemo giving them an amused expression before leaving to talk to Oeznik. They were so wrapped up in their wrestling session, they didn’t notice the woman leaning against the wall, tired eyes barely opened as her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Are you fellas done?’

They both stopped, shooting up when they noticed her. “Doll, I-”

She shook her head. “Don’t, Buck. Not right now. I’m just really tired.”

“Did we wake you?” Sam winced.

She shook her head again, yawning. “No. I just needed to use the restroom.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile as she rubbed her eyes, stretching her arms overhead, making that ripped crop top ride higher up. She was too cute. And she didn’t even realize it.

“Sleep well, doll. We’ll try to keep it down.”

She nodded, turning and waving over her shoulder. “You two try getting sleep, too, alright? Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Night, cher.”

“Sweetheart?” She peeked through the curtain, tilting her head slightly. “You know I love you, right?”

A small smile quirked up her lips, but it was sadder than the ones his question usually elicited. “As long as you know I love you.”

He nodded, returning the half-smile. “G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Buckaroo.”

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fanfoolishness · 2 years ago

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All right, we have like 20 minutes before the Mandalorian season finale episode goes up, so here’s my wild-assed hopes:

Din torture scene. Din HELMETLESS torture scene?? Like, how could Moff Gideon resist? Will we FINALLY get to get inside Din’s head for the first time since The Mines of Mandalore?

I want Din to get rescued, but I don’t want the entire episode to be “let’s assemble the team!” We kinda did that in The Rescue and we know we have a team already mostly assembled. I mean, if Boba Fett and Fennec wanna show up for shits and giggles, I’ll allow it, but we don’t need like 3 scenes on team assemblage. Just get in there and get our man!

Gideon needs his ass handed to him, but he’s also so fun I don’t know that I want to see him killed. He really does chew the shit out of the scenery and I kind of love that for him. Maybe he gets away again and meets up with Elia Kane so they can plot their next move and lick their wounds. Or maybe he tries to go to her but she’s like “nah, I got a promotion” and she hangs up on his holo and turns around and BOOM, she’s working for Thrawn?? But literally please only spend a minute or two on that…

Because I need my boy Grogu to SAVE HIS DAD and kick ass and take names! I wanna see Grogu missing Din. I wanna see Din missing Grogu. I wanna see them reunite and NOT have their reunion be around a bunch of other people where they don’t get a chance to actually talk to each other. The BoBF reunion was sweet but too rushed and it was criminal we didn’t see Din and Grogu get to say hello/goodbye alone in The Rescue, even if the final scene was still beautifully bittersweet.

I want the Armorer (as long as she’s not evil, natch) to bless Din or otherwise make it clear to her tribe that there will always be a place for Mandalorians who walk the Way, but that they are no longer apostates if they do remove their helmets, especially if Din’s helmet is forcibly removed. The man does not need to go drown his ass again! I still would love to see Din comfortable removing his helmet around Grogu on special occasions. They can work around Pedro’s schedule with that still!

Who’s gonna drink the space whiskey with Din? I mean, I’m 99.9% certain it’s gonna be Bo, but while I very much like her I have no strong interest in the ship. I dunno. Maybe just Din and Greef. Or we could do like one of my fics and have it be Din and Peli! Yeah! LOL

I really don’t want to see Bo finally get everything she’d ever wanted and then get killed by Gideon or some bullshit >:( If Mand’alor the Reluctant had been the storyline all season, I’d be fine with that, but I really don’t want Bo to make a heroic sacrifice and then revert it back to Din because that would just suck for both of them. So please don’t kill Bo? AND OBVIOUSLY DO NOT KILL DIN. DON’T DO THAT. BAD. NO.

I want Bo and the other Mandalorians to be part of the rescue team, but I do not want Bo to be the first one to find him. That honor should belong to Grogu!

Just need Din and Grogu being father and son alfuckingready. How Din is still refusing to call Grogu his son I do not know. Even Paz managed it!!!!

Someone’s gotta tell Ragnar :( Maybe Grogu can sit with him or something :(

Din and Grogu. Come on. Really that’s all I need.

Well, that, and the Din torture. 😈

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian finale #din djarin #grogu #grogu djarin #clan mudhorn

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bruhstories · 4 years ago

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Sticky, Saccharine & Sinful

Summary: Professor Jaeger asks his assistant to come over and grade some papers. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), spanking, daddy kink, bossy Zeke, bratty Reader, tying up, bit of an age gap but no underage shit (we don’t do that here) Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: Huehuehue guess who finally wrote a daddy kink smut? Also I have looped Cherry Cola by Kuwada the entire time i wrote, proofread and formatted this bitch, I think it works with the atmosphere

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to help me grade some papers later today." Professor Jaeger pushed his glasses with his index finger as he looked up from his book.

"You got it, boss!" You nodded as you entered the staff lounge room at Stohess Uni, two cups in your hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Zeke?" The man sighed. “Or at least call me professor.”

"But I'm your assistant, you're my superior, that makes you my boss, boss." Sarcasm dripping down your tongue as you placed his coffee down the table. "All black, two cubes of sugar."

"Thank you. And yes, technically I am your boss, but you're, what, six years younger than me?"

"Seven and a half." You pouted.

You've been working at Stohess University for a little over a year now as Zeke Jaeger's assistant. He was the best philosophy teacher, as well as head of the department, and you nailed your internship interview, aspiring to be like him one day. He even taught you Ethics during your masters, and currently you were doing your PhD research under his coordination. The man was a genius in his field, and you didn't dare disappoint him, but your personalities always clashed. He was calm and collected, you were bubbly and all over the place. He was nice and polite, you were sarcastic and rude. Zeke knew you'd make a horrible teacher for children, but undergraduate students would adore you.

"How can you drink hot coffee in this heat wave?" You asked him as you fanned someone's epistemology essay to cool yourself off.

"It's actually been proven that warm drinks hydrate better than cold ones during summertime." He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee before taking the essay out of your hand.

"Whatever you say, boss." You shrugged and gulped on your iced tea, a few glistening amber drops dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and your neck. "Ah, shit." You wiped the tea with the back of your hand, not catching Zeke watching you curiously. "Why did the AC have to break down today of all days?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and immersed himself back into his book. "Oh, I hope you don't mind coming to my place to grade the papers? I don't think you'll be able to focus in this heat. Besides, I want to take a look at your latest PhD chapter." Jaeger told you absentmindedly, eyes glued to the pages in front of him.

"Sure thing–"

"Don't say it."

"Boss."

"Jesus Christ..."

You adored pissing your ex-professor off, but deep down, Zeke couldn't deny the fact that he loved the authority he had over you. You were a very alluring woman, after all, and any sane man would kill to be as close to you as he was, let alone boss you around like he did. And he had the strong feeling you acted like a brat around him on purpose. You took your leave after downing the rest of your beverage, going to the library to borrow some books for your own research.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You rang the intercom and waited for Zeke to let you inside the building, dragging your feet down the hallway, tired from carrying so much shit with you – laptop, books, essays, papers, pens and highlighters – you were a walking, talking stationery shop and one could only wonder how someone with such a petite frame was so strong. Zeke waited in the doorway and took some of your things, relieving the weight as you sighed.

"Coffee?" He guided you to his kitchen.

"Water, please." You plopped on a chair and unbuttoned the first three heart-shaped buttons of your lilac shirt, tiny beads of sweat bundled up at your collarbone.

"You sure? I'll be keeping you up all night." Jaeger laughed. He was obviously talking about the papers, but to you, the sentence had a different innuendo — not that you minded, you had your fair share of sinful fantasies with the older man. Come to think of it, you were wondering why he was single. Zeke was undoubtedly an attractive man, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet you’ve never seen him on a date, never seen a picture of a woman when you accidentally glanced at his phone, never heard him talk about a significant other.

"Hey, mind if I smoke?" You asked, noticing the ashtray on his table.

"Not at all, I'll join you." He sat opposite you, mug of coffee in his hand. You pulled out a pack of pink cigarettes from your backpack and placed one between your lips, pocketing your jeans for a lighter. His hand extended over the table, lighter in his hand, and you slightly bent your head forward, eyes glued to his. You inhaled the smoke, not breaking eye contact, and exhaled with a sigh. Something about Zeke lighting up your cigarette made your little cunt tingle.

"Thanks, boss." The corners of your lips turned into a barely visible smirk. You really, really liked to tick him off.

"Don't mention it." He told you before lighting his own cigarette. What, no comeback? No objection? "How's your paper going?"

"It's... going." You shrugged.

"You haven't written anything in your last chapter, have you?"

"No, I have," you half-whined, "it's just that I can't find my words. I think I encountered writer's block."

"'S alright, we'll figure something out." Zeke pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped it on the table.

"Wow, no shit you need help, that's a lot of papers." You twirled the cigarette between your fingers before taking one final puff and crushing it in the glass ashtray.

"Told you." He picked his resting cigarette back from the ashtray. "You can do the first years."

"I'd rather do something else." You whispered to yourself, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, boss. First years, got it." Your manicured fingers pulled the stack of papers closer to you. The exams were already annotated according to subject and year and you took everything you needed before shoving them back to Zeke.

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You were bored out of your mind, fiddling with the red pen in your hand and tapping your fingers on the table with no particular rhythm. It was already dark outside and you barely finished a quarter of your stack while Zeke was halfway through his.

"Could you please stop that?" He asked you without even bothering to look at you.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

With a groan you rolled your eyes and stopped tapping your fingers, instead opting to fidget your leg, bouncing it up and down under the table. The wooden furniture shook at the movement and Zeke sighed, putting the pen down.

"I understand you're bored, but if you want to be a professor, this is part of the job description."

"I know, I know, but, like, can we take a break? Please? We've been at it for two and a half hours now and I'm just so bored." You looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout on your plump lips.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Got any board games?"

"Only a pack of playing cards." Zeke shrugged.

"Perfect! Literally anything is better than this. I mean look at what this kid wrote: the ship of Theseus ARE a thought experiment. Can you believe it? How can a nineteen-year-old not know proper grammar?"

"Careful, Y/N," he chuckled, "you made a pretty embarrassing error during your masters, too."

"Nooo, don't bring that up!" You got up and walked to the freezer, scanning the contents.

"Why not? It's funny."

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes. "But I still proved my worth." You triumphantly told him, tongue playfully poking out of your mouth from behind the freezer door. Ugh, you were so cute, made to be ravaged. Your eyes settled on the single raspberry popsicle and you picked it up, closing back the door. "Can I have this?" Oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Of course."

With Zeke's approval, you unwrapped the plastic, revealing the rose-tinted dessert, swirling your tongue around its tip. You were a sight for sore eyes, (not so) innocently licking at the popsicle, your gaze on him and his growing bulge. He didn't even bother hiding it, instead relaxing in the chair and drinking you in. It was no mistake that Zeke invited you over, and you weren't stupid enough to believe it was a mistake.

"Do you... want some?" You trailed off as the once cold dessert began melting from your hot lips.

"If you'd be so kind." He patted his lap and you accepted the invitation. His bulge was comfortably uncomfortable against your ass, and you put the popsicle onto his lips, one arm draped around his shoulder. Zeke's tongue moved languidly around the sweet snack and you leaned in, your own tongue licking both the dessert and his lips. It was sticky and saccharine and sinful, and your poor pussy couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?" You naively asked him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the name, already suspecting you had daddy issues, in fact counting on it.

"I very much do." His hands were already roaming your body. The popsicle was almost gone, and you deepthroated the last bit, taking the little stick out of your mouth with a pop. Finally, he crushed his lips onto yours and you could tell he had experience. You dropped the stick on the tiled floor, twisting your body to better straddle him. Zeke unbuttoned your shirt as you slowly began grinding your hips against his bulge, earning a groan from him. "Ugh, you bad girl." He threw his head back as you loosened the tie around his neck.

"Are you going to punish me?" You slowly, too slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What’s the point of a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it?" He mused, unclasping your bra. You had goosebumps all over your skin and Zeke took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, a hand pinching your other one. You whimpered at the slight stinging sensation

"Does it m-matter if I enjoy it?" His touch became rougher, almost animalistic.

"Of course," he stopped sucking your swollen, oversensitive nipple, "otherwise you won't learn your lesson." You got up and turned around, your back against him, taking your jeans and underwear off, bending down and exposing your cunt to him. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N." Zeke shook his head, removing his own trousers.

"Allow me." You tucked your fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as you kneeled in front of him. His throbbing cock tapped your face after finally being unleashed from its textile cage.

"I suspected you were big, but this? This is too good." You sneered at his member, mesmerised by its size.

"Just shut up and suck it." Zeke pretty much commanded you and you wet your lips, pressing your tongue against the velvety tip. You worked your way around his shaft, enjoying this more than you should've. You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum attached to your lips as you looked up at him.

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"So good." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head back. You eagerly sucked and slurped until he got bored of your mouth around his cock. Zeke pulled you up, spun you around and bent you over the table. He brought your wrists together and tied them up behind your back with his tie before taking a step back and admiring the view. Ass up, face down, just like he loved it. His foot pushed yours to the side, spreading your legs for him before he gave you a good slap over your ass cheeks. You shot up with a moan but his hand forced you back down against the table.

"I think I know exactly how to punish you." Zeke announced, two fingers spreading your folds as his tongue dove inside of you, lapping at your wet cunt.

"Oh, God!" You groaned in pleasure. No man has ever eaten you out like he did. Most guys did it as a chore. Zeke? He was enjoying every single bit of it, passionately fingering you, his tongue moving in ways you didn't think were possible. "Ah, fuck– so good! Daddy, please! I'm coming!"

The way he venomously laughed told you that no, you were not going to come any time soon. Just as you were about to let loose, Zeke stopped, removing his fingers, another slap on your ass. Tears pooled at your Y/E/C eyes, frustration written all over your face. "No, no, no!"

"I told you, Y/N, you're a bad, bad girl." He bent over and whispered in your ear, his cock pressing against your entrance, his hand in your hair.

"Oh, pleaseee, I need to come! Will you let me come?"

"Hm, it depends." Jaeger straightened his back, hands resting on your hips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I did! I promise I'll be good!" You tried to turn around to look at him, oblivious to what he was doing behind your back, cheeks crimson, droplets of sweat on your forehead.

"Convincing enough." He shrugged and you heard the condom snap against his cock. Unexpectedly and without any warning, the man thrusted into your wet cunt and you, again, shot up, but he pinned you back. "Stay fucking put, you little whore." Zeke demanded and you tried, you really tried, but your body had a mind of its own. "I see you refuse to learn."

"No, no, please!" You slammed your face onto the table, squishing your cheek in the process, desperate and helpless.

"That's better." He concluded, sarcasm dripping down his tongue as he rammed his cock deeper into you. The silken walls clenched around his hard member, and he grunted, no other woman pleasing him like your tight pussy did. "You like it when I take you from behind, you filthy slut?"

"Yes– oh my God, YES!" You bucked your hips against his for more pressure and pain.

"What would my students think if they saw you getting fucked like this on their papers?"

"Ah– I don't c-care!"

"What would the headmaster say if she knew you fuck your superior and- ugh- coordinator?" Jaeger thrusted harder and faster.

"Please, Zeke-"

His hand found its way to your neck, tightly squeezing it.

"Wrong name, Y/N."

"Shit, daddy!"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and hell will freeze before someone else fucking touches you!"

"Fuc-k, fuuuck!" You both howled and panted as you climaxed, your entire bodies quivering. Zeke pulled out of you, carefully removing the rubber from his cock and giving you another slap on your perky ass cheeks. You stood up, arms still tied around your back, turned on your heels and pecked him on his cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl, marvelled by the fact that he chose you over anyone else.

"You know what, Y/N? Now that I've found you, I'm never going to let you go." He promised.

"I'm all yours, boss."

#zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke x reader #zeke smut #aot #aot smut #aot x reader #aot fanfic #snk #snk smut #snk x reader #snk fanfic #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #zekeythefreaky

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remosdeerica · 4 years ago

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Batshit AU Pt #2: The Grandkids

So I mentioned in the last post Batshit AU Pt. #1 that I cover Dick and Jason's kids but since I've been thinking (read: fantasizing) about the future of the Batfam I figured I'd just do a post with ALL the grandkids!

Just a heads up: this is a LONG post.

First we shall start with the Grayson's:

Mar'i and Jake (Jake is not my original name I've seen it pop up in other media- dunno if it's canon in any timeline but I'm going with it).

Mar'i Grayson: Mar'i is the biologically daughter of Dick Grayson and Koriand'r of Tamaran (aka Starfire). Kori is unknowingly pregnant after one last one-night-stand with Dick before going back to her home planet to take over as queen. Unfortunately, because of Kori's sister Komand'r (aka Blackfire) causing civil unrest to try and usurp the thorn from her, Tamaran becomes unsafe for Mar'i as she is Kori's only heir.

-Kor'i goes back to Earth with an infant Mar'i and begrudgingly hands her over to Dick so she can live with him and be safe from Blackfire.

-Kori of course visits while she can but has a lot of responsibilities on Tamaran. When Mar'i is older she is able to go back to Tamaran to visit her mother.

-A few years later when Dick and Barbra get married, Barbra officially adopts Mar'i. Seeing both Kor'i and Barbra as her mothers Mar'i decides so call Kori "Mama" and Barbra "Mom/Mommy".

Jake Grayson: don't have much of an exciting backstory for him. He was basically just an orphaned infant Dick and Barbra decided to adopt after his bio-parents had been murdered.

Now he have the Todd family:

Because I am a heartless monster I decided that since Roy died in the comics without any sign of Lian and Jason was pretty fucked up about it, I would have Jason adopt Lian because Roy wasn't round to take care of her. So this is basically what happened:

Lain Harper-Todd: 1 year or so after Roy's death, Jason is visited by Jade Nguyen (aka Cheshire) who is carrying an infant Lian. Jade explains that she hadn't realised she was pregnant with Roy's child until after he was already dead and since she is not ready to give up her life as an assassin she states that Lian is better off without her. She then asks Jason if he would be willing to take Lian in as Roy's former partner (read into that how you will).

-Jason agrees, and decides to hyphenate her last name Harper-Todd so that she will always have a piece of Roy with her even if he can't be there for her in person.

it's not that I don't think JayRoy is cute! It's just that I honestly I don't really picture Jason dating anyone in my mind and the thought of him being a single dad is just precious. I'm also allergic to OC's (of my own making) so I usually try to keep to characters that are at least canon in some timeline and Lian was the first to come to mind.

Also I'm a angst-hungry monster so...

Drake-Wayne/Dowd/McGinnis household:

Lol, this family has too many names.

I already went over Terry and Matthew McGinnis' backstory in Batshit AU Pt. #1 but if you are too lazy/ don't feel like reading it I'll try to make sure to cover the important details.

Terry & Matthew McGinnis: A few years down the road, Tim is the current Batman and married to Bernard Dowd (my new fave batship). One night on patrol he finds the boys hunkered down behind an garbage container and approaches them.

-Terry is extremely protective of his younger brother Matt and becomes immediately aggressive, swinging a baseball around and threatening Tim to leave them alone.

-Tim finds it admirable/endearing that Terry is willing to face Batman alone in order to protect his brother and tells him so. He then asks them where there parents and and Matt (trusting Batman) tells Tim that they were killed by the 'Bad Men' who are now looking for he and Tarry.

-Tim is worried for the boys safety and offers to take them to the Police, but Tarry only says that they already tried that and that there are spies in the GCPD who ratted them out to the 'Bad Men'.

-Tim figures out that the boys are in more danger then he first realized and takes them home with him in order to protect them.

-Tim eventually finds out about Project Batman Beyond, an experiment orchestrated by A.R.G.U.S. in order to create the perfect child to usurp the Cowl and give A.R.G.U.S and 'in' with the Justice League and the super-community as a whole. A part of this project is making sure the children are biologically Bruce Wayne's in order for them to also gain influence over Wayne Enterprises.

-Tim realizes that there is no real safe place that he can send the boys and after discussing it with his husband, Bernard, the two decide to adopt the boys.

I think this adoption story is one of my favourites. Especially because I find the idea of Bernard not at all being surprised by his husband brining home black-haired blue-eyes orphans, hilarious.

Bernard: I figured since you are now Batman it was only a matter of time.

Tim: >:(

Wayne-Kent situation:

DamiJon is one of my absolute favourite ships in existence. But since both boys are so young in canon my version of their future relationship truly is creature of my own design, I will explain them a little and then the kids. I'll be quick about it. Promise. (There is also a 2 part series I'm working on that goes into my version of events called "Jon and Damian" if anyone is interested. Jon's chapter is done but Damian's is still in the works).

Jon: he is the one that I really have to explain. I call my version of him "Dark-ish Jon" or 'dark ish jon' for the tags. For those of you who already know the deal (or don't really care) y'all can skip to the *** for the kids.

-basically Jon was kidnapped by Jon-El (Clark's Kryptonian Bio-dad) in order for Jor-El to mold Jon into the perfect weapon for his plan to conquer the universe. They have a machine that Jumps through various timelines so no one can find them, and Jon-El trains/tortures Jon for 2 years.

-Jon eventually discovers new powers that allow him to kill Jor-El and escape but he ends up spending the next several years trying to find his original timeline.

-He eventually meets the Legion of Superheroes that help him get home, but once he arrives home he realizes that for him it has been 7 years since he was kidnaped, but only 2 weeks for his family/friends.

-Because of this he and his family find it hard to adjust to the new situation and Jon ultimately decides to return to the Legion but visit occasionally.

Damian: Honestly I don't think I really have to explain much about Damian for y'all to get the kids but I do want you to know:

He has long hair

He has peirced ears

Possibly tattoos?

He's has more of a slim figure than Bruce's bulky one

He is a fashion icon and kinda has 'bitchy white girl' energy

Bacically he very pretty and looks a LOT like Thalia

And yeah. The two eventually reconcile after Jon is done moping in another timeline and they decide to retire from crime fighting and build a cottage/farm and live in peace.

***

Athanasia: So she is actually Bruce's bio-kid from the Injustice timeline. And for my AU she is still Bruce's biologically and she does recognize him as her father, but because she and Damian are 13/14 years apart and she knows him better she lives and defers to him as her caretaker. I shall explain:

-Athanasia was created by Thalia in a fit of madness after Damian's death. Because of what happened to Damian, and because Athanasia turned out to be a girl (and therefor Ra's would have no use for her), Thalia keeps the little girl locked away and a secret so that no one can harm her.

-Years pass and Athanasia has never seen the outside would. Eventually something happens (will depends on the Fic -because I will get around to writing this shit eventually) and Athanasia is given to Damian (the only other person Thalia ever told her about.)

-At this point Bruce is getting older and most of his current children already have their own kids, so both he and Damian agree that because Athanasia is mostly attached to Damian and doesn't really know who Bruce is outside of being her father, that she will live with he and Jon.

-Athanasia get's older and eventually meets another girl at her school named Carrie Kelley. The girls form a quick bond, Carrie's louder personality complementing Athanasia's more quiet one.

Carrie Kelley: being best friends with Athanasia leads to Carrie spending a lot of time over at her house. This allows Jon and Damian to get to know the girl and become quite fond of her.

-one night after a sleepover at Jon and Damian's house with some of their other friends, Carrie's father comes to the house drunk and carrying a shot gun. He accuses Jon and Damian of being pedophiles because of their sexual orientations and calls them a variety of homophobic slurs.

-It's his attempts at shooting Jon that leads to Carrie calling 911 and having her own father arrested.

-Because her mother had already left and Carrie only had her dad to take care of her, Jon and Damian offer her a place in their home and eventually adopt her along with Athanasia when the girls are teenagers.

So, yeah! That's it for now. I am absolutely obsesses with this AU. I just love the idea of Bruce deciding to take in Dick leading to him having an army of children and grandchildren so large that all family gatherings have to happen at the Manor because nowhere else is big enough.

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romanianwilkinson · 4 years ago

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MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ”

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

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f4liveblogarchives · 2 years ago

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #305

Mon Feb 7 2022 [12:23 AM] Wack'd: Great, one issue as boss and he's already Jack Donaghying

[12:23 AM] Wack'd: ...if this roof is accessible it should maybe have guardrails [12:24 AM] Wack'd: Oh no Ben took this job to "look better somehow ta Alicia" [12:24 AM] Wack'd: I'm sure she'll be very impressed by you being a petty jerk as her husband's boss [12:25 AM] Bocaj: Dammit Ben [12:26 AM] Wack'd: Crystal has dropped by to pick up her husband, who the Four have in containment [12:26 AM] Wack'd: In a cell next to Kristoff's, I'd guess [12:27 AM] Wack'd: HAHAHA I WAS JOKING, IT REALLY IS [12:27 AM] Wack'd: you tell 'em, crystal

[12:30 AM] Bocaj: glad that the internet doesn't exist in widespread use yet because Pietro would be on some subreddits [12:30 AM] Wack'd: Pietro attacks her, they have a knock-down, drag-out brawl, and Crystal decides to leave him to do what he wants, which is apparently to "reclaim his glorious mutant heritage" or whatever [12:31 AM] Wack'd: Also Inhumans don't have divorce because they believe in "the sanctity of family" so it seems really her only option is to just ditch him [12:33 AM] Wack'd: So Johnny and Alicia come home and Johnny and Crystal make pleasant small talk [12:33 AM] Wack'd: They seem to be, like, genuinely cool now? No more hard feelings [12:34 AM] Wack'd: So Ben sees this and naturally decides the perfect spite move would be inviting Crystal to join the FF [12:35 AM] Bocaj: Dammit Ben [12:35 AM] Bocaj: But Crystal is fun. So I'm torn. [12:35 AM] Wack'd: Oh. It worked. I was kinda hoping Johnny would be the bigger man and Ben would be like "huh"

[12:36 AM] Wack'd: But I guess Johnny has been doing a lot of being the bigger man through all this. Honestly it's about time he kicked back [12:36 AM] maxwellelvis: You expected JOHNNY to be the bigger man, even one time? [12:37 AM] Wack'd: I did! He's been remarkably cool thus far about Ben being a jerk! [12:38 AM] Wack'd: Ben himself is not sure if he's being a jerk on purpose

[12:40 AM] Wack'd: Both Ben and Alicia separately point out the only way this is a problem is if Johnny thinks he'll be tempted back to Crystal which I don't think tracks, but in any case Johnny decides to let the matter drop [12:40 AM] Bocaj: Lyja!Alicia: "You know what will solve this? Polyamory" Johnny: "Sorry, Alicia, I'm too mad at Ben to listen right now" [12:41 AM] maxwellelvis: "Did BEN put you up to this? I'm gonna kill him!" [12:41 AM] Bocaj: Ha [12:41 AM] Wack'd: Meanwhile with the Richardses, Franklin thinks this problem has an easy fix: Ben should date Crystal! That would solve everything! [12:41 AM] Bocaj: Nobody asked you, Franklin [12:41 AM] Bocaj: Is She-Hulk still around or did she take off? [12:42 AM] Wack'd: Jen's status is unconfirmed at present but if Kristoff didn't get shipped back to Latveria yet she's probably still around somewhere [12:42 AM] Wack'd: Maybe something happened in her own book, if she has one at the moment, I dunno [12:43 AM] Bocaj: She-Hulk's book starts in 1989 [12:43 AM] Wack'd: So not yet then [12:43 AM] Bocaj: Since Its by Byrne, I guess it has to wait until he comes back from reimagining Superman [12:43 AM] Wack'd: Oh also Franklin can remember Crystal's previous stint on the team despite being an infant at the time [12:44 AM] Wack'd: And Englehart has decided he's canonically four years old. We will see how long that lasts [12:45 AM] Wack'd: Also also Reed needs to make a new anti-pollution serum so Crystal can stay on Earth for longer stretches of time, which I mention only in case it's relevant later [12:45 AM] Bocaj: The anti pollution serum is how Pietro learned she was cheating on him by the by [12:45 AM] Bocaj: She overdosed on it by visiting Earth too much to bang that realtor man [12:45 AM] Wack'd: Ahh [12:45 AM] Bocaj: And then when in a serum coma she said realtor man's name [12:46 AM] Wack'd: Unimpeachable evidence [12:46 AM] Bocaj: I think she also confesses to Wanda when she wakes up from serum coma and Pietro overheard? [12:47 AM] Bocaj: Basically the most dramatic dumb way that things unfolded, they did [12:47 AM] Wack'd: Ah [12:48 AM] Wack'd: Sue and Crystal have a talk about Crystal's infidelity. Sue's having a hard time with it because even through her marriage's ups and downs she never stepped out on Reed [12:48 AM] Wack'd: Not everyone has your supernatural patience, Sue [12:49 AM] maxwellelvis: She's never stepped out on him while they were an item, but ISTR during that trial separation you mentioned earlier... [12:49 AM] Wack'd: Not even then! [12:49 AM] Wack'd: She mostly just hung out with her married friends on their dude ranch [12:49 AM] Wack'd: If they were a thruple with them it never came up [12:49 AM] Bocaj: She's never stepped out on Reed but she did used to keep a shirtless picture of Namor for emergencies [12:50 AM] Wack'd: Crystal says she doesn't chase men by nature. "I'm not Tigra!" [12:50 AM] Wack'd: *sigh* Poor Tigra [12:51 AM] Bocaj: Crystal, so rude to slut shame someone and also someone who wasn't even part of the conversation [12:51 AM] Wack'd: But she reassures Sue that this was all situational and she's not going to be a homewrecker anymore. Sue outwardly is like "I believe you" but in thought bubbles is not buying it [12:52 AM] Wack'd: Also when Sue asks what's gonna happen with Luna, Crystal's like "the same thing that happened with Franklin: copious nannies." Which should be a bigger point of concern for "I'm a good mom now" Sue but she expresses no further interest in the subject [12:52 AM] Bocaj: Not gonna throw stones from within the glass house [12:52 AM] Wack'd: Probably the smart move [12:52 AM] Bocaj: Unfun fact: Tony Stark kills Luna's nanny later later on [12:53 AM] Wack'd: "Jarvis has sole dominion over babysitting neglected Fantastic Four children! I need to kill Alicia and Agatha next" [12:53 AM] Bocaj: Ha [12:54 AM] Wack'd: Johnny and Alicia are househunting. They find a nice penthouse. Realtor says they'd require Johnny take full responsibility for any fire damage [12:54 AM] Bocaj: Good to address that upfront I guess [12:55 AM] Bocaj: Get some unstable molecule paint, Johnny. Give the place a couple coats [12:55 AM] Wack'd: Crystal gets a new serum that will allow her to go a full week between doses with no adverse effects [12:56 AM] Bocaj: I wonder at what point the anti pollution serum stopped being a thing [12:56 AM] Bocaj: The Inhumans just move back to Earth at some point [12:57 AM] Wack'd: Probably when the hole in the ozone gets fixed [12:57 AM] Bocaj: Was the hole in the ozone layer the specific concern? [12:57 AM] Wack'd: No but it seems like a good place to drop it [12:57 AM] Wack'd: Not like we've fixed much else [12:58 AM] Wack'd: And with all the status quo tablesetting out of the way, have a cliffhanger

[12:59 AM] Wack'd: Don't worry, Doom. You'll get a Richards-Storm kid eventually [12:59 AM] Bocaj: "You have Kristoff so I'll take your son" "What? No" "DOOM demands!" [12:59 AM] Wack'd: I like that he doesn't give a shit about Kristoff. Just, unrelatedly, he's here for Franklin [01:00 AM] Bocaj: His feelings about Kristoff are pretty consistent [01:01 AM] Wack'd: He seemed to like him well enough when he was introduced [01:01 AM] Wack'd: Maybe he doesn't like him anymore because he's been unable to beat Richards for an interminable amount of time [01:02 AM] Wack'd: Letters! People are asking for No-Prizes for spotting Spidey in the wrong uniform on the cover of #299, to which the letter responder points out you get those for fixing mistakes [01:03 AM] Wack'd: D. Mongelei writes to ask we keep She-Hulk. Apparently she's already migrated back to Avengers [01:03 AM] Bocaj: HA [01:03 AM] Bocaj: I mean, sucks for you but good for me [01:03 AM] Wack'd: She will be missed [01:04 AM] maxwellelvis: Listen to you, Bocaj, you're starting to sound like a Marvel writer. [01:04 AM] Bocaj: I'm still annoyed that Byrne just took her from Stern and then never did anything with her [01:04 AM] Wack'd: It stinks, yeah [01:05 AM] Wack'd: Anyway. Next time: annual!

#1987 #Steve Englehart #John Buscema #The Main Book

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yayninjabob · 3 years ago

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Frequently Asked Questions

Q: What is Villain: Redux?

A: It is a work of Powerpuff Girls fanfiction that I’ve been writing since November 2019 and I have published on both Fanfiction.Net and Archive of Our Own.

Q: Are you the same author as the original Villain PpG fanfic?/Is VillainR really an official rewrite of this old story?

A: Yes and yes. :)

Q: When does the story take place/How old are the PpG in VillainR?

A: The longfic has 3 major arcs. Part One takes place roughly 7 years after the events of the original series (when the Puffs were still of Kindergartner age) and opens when the Puffs are celebrating their 13th birthday. Part Two takes place 3 years after that, at age 16, and Part Three skips about another year and half and leads up to their 18th birthday.

Q: Does this story involve characters/elements from the 2016 PpG/What is considered canon in the VillainR universe?

A: Because of certain contradictions in both the 2016 series and in later episodes featured in seasons 5/6 of the OG series, I have decided to consider really only seasons 1-4 of the OG series as well as the Powerpuff Girls Movie when the series creator, Craig McCracken, was still the heart of the show as canon, and this is what is considered “in universe” for my Villain world.

Q: So is this one of those Highschool PpG fics?

A: It’s “aged up” Puffs for sure, but I’ve actively tried my best to avoid the usual high school tropes such as the mundane school setting. I prefer describing the fic as a “coming of age story plus superpowers” over a “teen drama.”

Q: What are the ships/romantic pairings in Villain: Redux?

A: Villain: Redux is not a ship fic. There are some romantic subplots but romance is NOT the main focus. I emphasize that because I understand a lot of readers actively seek romance and I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up for this very long slowburn fic. The romance is minimal, but the ships/pairings that are included alongside the major story’s events are: Blossom x Robin Snyder and Buttercup/Joey/Jojo Jr x Princess Morbucks

Q: Why do you keep referring to Buttercup as Buttercup/Joey/Jojo?

A: If you read the story, I’m sure you’ll understand as you get into Part Two. But to those who haven’t and are wondering why the multiple names in reference to the green Puff: The character is genderqueer/trans and eventually adopts both “Joey” and “Jojo Junior” as new names. So since I’m unable to know exactly where in the story a reader may be with reading, in all my posts I tag with the multiple names for the character.

Q: Why all the LGBT stuff?

A: Because I’m queer and I enjoy writing queer characters and for queer audiences. Always have and always will. See this ask/answered for more on that.

Q: What are your pronouns/What do I call you, the author?

A: Thanks for asking! My preferred pronouns are They/Them or She/Her, but since I’ve gone by “Yay Ninja Bob” and “Bobby” within the fandom since childhood I’ve gotten used to the accidental he/hims and personally I’m good with ALL pronouns as long as they are used with respect. I identify as queer and nonbinary. Calling me “Yay Ninja Bob”, “Bobby” and “Bob” are all fine and welcome! That IS me, lol. Adopting a “B” name used to be a trend once upon a time in the PpG fandom. But in my everyday average life, I’m called Ris. :)

Q: Why did you decide to rewrite Villain anyways?

A: 1) I always said I’d rewrite it someday, so I’m fulfilling that finally.

2) It’s my personal favorite story I’ve ever come up with- fanfic or original- and I wanted to improve upon it

3) Powerpuff Girls FOREVERRR, babyyyy!!! Lol, no seriously: This show saved my life multiple times- without a doubt. I just OWE it, I dunno… something… and well, fanfiction is the best that I got. :p Also the OG Villain gained some popularity in the fandom somehow lol and I got SO much love for it, that also yeah, I felt like I OWED the fans/readers of the original something better too.

Q: Where are the Rowdyruff Boys in this story?

A: They exploded at the end of their debut episode, and in Villain: Redux they remain dead and deceased. While they are not actively present in the story, they are referenced multiple times. In fact, their death/destabilization is a plot point to the story, sooo leading into the next FAQ and unfortunately MOST FAQ….

Q: Do you hate the Rowdyruff Boys?

A: NO.

See rant.

#faq page #fanfic asks #for mobile users #villainr #behindthescenes

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haloshornsinkstains · 4 years ago

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Indulge Me A Little?

Mouri Motonari x F!reader

Something of a sequel to "And What if I Bite Back?” though you don’t need to read that to understand this, they’re both just excuses for me to write smut about a sexy pirate lord.

Motonari is a bit out of character, it’s hard to write smut for someone who hates touch, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

CW: NSFW (PWP), female reader, mentions of kidnapping, writer getting carried away with pirate talk

“I can’t tell if yer brave or just real stupid Princess.” The chatelaine just shrugs and smiles, biting back a giggle at the mixture of expressions that flickered across his face. It only serves to deepen Motonari’s scowl, people he glares at do not smile in response. They cower in fear and run for their lives. But the Oda princess is a different breed altogether, just as sweet and wicked as she had been the first time he ran into her. “I thought you had some fabrics to show me.” She chuckles, nodding her head towards the cloth behind him. “If ya believe that was my meaning then yer more of a fool than I thought.” The princess merely shakes her head. “Oh no, I know exactly what you meant. But I also know you’ve brought some truly stunning fabrics into Azuchi with you before, indulge me a little?” Her smile is a little softer this time, eyes flickering between his face and the fabrics behind him, though she doesn’t make a move to get any closer until he sighs and nods. “Merda. Go ahead m’lady, but there’s plenty of better things we could be doing.” He grumbled, staring down at her as the Oda princess bent to look at the fabrics. She hummed. “Oh, don’t worry, we have all day to do better things.” “Then perhaps I might have some fabric on m’ship you’d like to see.” At that her head whipped up, narrowing her eyes at his sly grin, one hand reaching towards her obi. Motonari merely scoffed. “Stop it with that that face m’lady. If I wanted to kidnap ya I’d have had you tied up and shoved in the hold a long time ago.” Her eyebrows pulled together at his words, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “Wow, you really know how to inspire trust.” “Don’t need trust to bed you m’lady.” He chuckles. “Ya didn’t trust me last time now did you?” She hums thoughtfully, “I trusted you enough.” “Then yer head must be full of flowers. You remember I’m the Oda’s enemy right m’lady?” “You’d be surprised how many enemies of the Oda I talk to,” she laughed “and it’s not like I have enough brainpower to tell you any secret tactics when we’re together, nor are you particularly threatening the Oda at present. Unless your idea of a threat is outselling the local fabric traders. I don’t see the problem, unless you really do plan on kidnapping me.” “Not when yer guard dogs are expecting you back Princess. More trouble than it’s worth to have that silver kitsune chasing after me.” Motonari scoffed, motioning with his head towards the street. “Now, d’ya want to see these fabrics?” The chatelaine laughed, nodding her head and gesturing towards him. “Lead the way, Captain.” If she saw the subtle shiver that ran through him at that name, she was kind enough not to mention it as Motonari lead her towards the ship he called his own.

The Oda Princess’ arrival on the ship sparked a ripple of excitement among Motonari’s crew, several of the men on deck turning dark smiles towards her. The Princess shifted slightly, letting Motonari’s body sheild most of hers from their hungry eyes. “You finally captured the Devil’s woman Lord Motonari!” “Aye Captain! Want us to tie her up and throw her in the brig for ya?” Motonari bristled, throwing a glare in their direction that would send lesser men running for the hills. “Any part o’you touches her an’ I’ll be removing it from yer body, savvy? The Princess is my guest.” Ripples of dissent ran through the assembled crew, but one sharp look from their Captain was enough to quiet them before his blood red gaze turned back to the woman beside him. “This way m’lady.” “I didn’t know you could cook.” She grinned, pointing at the small kitchen built into the Captain’s quarters. “Any other skills you’d been hiding from me?” Motonari grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘I ain’t hidin’’ and gestured towards some fabrics in the corner. “Planned t’get something made with ‘em anyway.” The chatelaine grinned, rushing over to inspect the fine western cloth, her eyes alight with happiness. “Oh, these are beautiful! What were you planning to do with them?” “I dunno yet.” Motonari shrugged. “I thought you were some kind of seamstress?” “Would you like me to make you something?” Her eyes, when she turned back to look at him, were so wide and full of hopeful joy Motonari nearly burst into laughter. Instead he managed a stiff nod, and got a bright smile in return. “I’ll make something wonderful.” “Yeah, yeah. You plannin’ to waste all your time looking at pretty fabric?” She hums, staring at the fabric for a few more seconds before her gaze flits back to him, soft smile sharpening into something more wicked. Enchantress might not be too far from the truth, if the way her eyes drew him in was any indication. But she didn’t move towards him, instead fixing him with those sparkling eyes and waiting for him to make the first move. “Ya gonna make me wait all day?” He growled. “You could have just asked. Or made me.” She huffed, pushing back to her feet and taking a few steps towards him. “I aint in the habit of forcing women into anythin’.” She laughs and shakes her head, eyes fixed on the blood red of his. “Oh, you wouldn’t be forcing me into anything. I wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t more than happy to do, you should know that much at least.” What little patience Motonari had left finally snapped. “Will you stop yappin’ and use that pretty mouth of yours for something better already!” With a smile she finally closes the gap between them, leaning forward so her breath brushes over his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He didn’t answer, instead grabbing the collar of her kimono and pulling her lips into his. He could feel the way her lips quirked up against his kiss for a few brief seconds before those lips parted to let his tongue brush over hers. His hands left her collar, reaching down to pull her against him, her hips grinding into his as they kissed, his hand gripping the flesh of her ass. She whimpered, fisting one hand in the fabric of his cape as if it were the only thing keeping her standing.

“Where’s that smart tongue o’yours m’lady?” He chuckled, pulling back. “One kiss and all yer fancy words desert ya?” It took a few moments for her eyes to come back into focus, but once they did he saw her brows furrow, the smallest of pouts pulling at her lips. “Well, if you weren’t so skilled with your tongue maybe I’d stand a better chance.” She huffed, before her gaze sharpened, lips pulling into a sly smirk. “But if you really want to see a clever tongue, I’d be more than happy to show you.” "Oh?" His smirk was just the right side of predatory, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. "Well I ain't gonna stop you m'lady." With one last soft press of her lips to his she sunk down to her knees, slowly undoing his trousers. Each motion followed by a pause, time for him to stop her, but his patience was wearing thin and it took little more than a quiet growl to encourage her to hurry up. In the time it has taken her to undo the first two buttons on his trousers, she had them pushed down around his thighs, her hand gently wrapped around his length. Pausing she looked up at him, and despite the position, and all the filthy things he knew she was capable of, from this position she looked all doe-eyed and innocent. It made him want to ruin her. "That all ya got princess?" She didn't rise to his taunting, only smiling for a brief moment before she dipped her head to wrap her lips around him. Her eyes flicked up momentarily, just long enough to catch the brief flicker in his cocky smirk, before she started to bob her head. She revelled in the sharp hiss of breath between his teeth every time he pressed against the back of her throat. The strangled noise he made when she swallowed around him. His hand found its way into her hair, fisting in the strands as he followed the back and forth movement of her head. Just as she was starting to feel him twitching against her tongue his grip tightened, tugging her off him with a lewd pop. “Porra, can’t have the party finishing too early.” He muttered, nodding his head towards the bed. “Unless ya want me to take you on the floor m’lady, I’d get moving.”

The Princess hummed thoughtfully, as if she were truly considering letting him have his way with her there on the floor of his cabin, before slowly rising to her feet and making her way towards the bed. She slipped her kimono off as she walked, exposing the smooth planes of her shoulders and back, finally letting it fall into a pool at her feet beside the bed. She turned back to look at him, settling herself on the side of the bed so she could watch as he undressed. “You’re staring Princess.” “It’s a very nice view.” She hummed, not taking her eyes of him despite the warmth of her cheeks. He snorted and shook his head. “There are much better things we can be doing.” “Hard to do with you all the way over-” Motonari crossed the room before she could finish, pressing her down into the sheets with the weight of his body. One large hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her back arched ever so slightly into his touch, hips pressing against his. “I aint going to be gentle with ya m’lady.” He warned, face hovering just above hers. “Not after that little show.” She tilted her head up, leaving the barest brush of her lips against his. “Perhaps I don’t want you to be.” He didn’t speak, instead focusing on pressing himself inside her. Holding still when he felt her tighten around him, his name a soft moan on her lips. He stayed like that for a while, hovering over her and willing his body to calm down, at least until she started to squirm beneath him, rocking her hips up against his in a desperate attempt to chase some friction. With a dry chuckle he started to move, reslishing the way her expression twisted, mouth falling open on a gasp as her hands flexed in his grasp. Straining against him in an unconscious effort to reach out and touch. He could feel the flex of her thighs against his sides, the way her walls pulled him deeper with every stroke. "Ah, so ya do like it when I'm rough with you m'lady." Motonari smirked, pulling back a little to study her face. The Princess nodded vigorously, eyes so blown and glazed over it was a wonder she even understood him. "Yes. Yes, please! I… I'm so clo- so close. Please don't stop." The words were breathy, slightly slurred with pleasure, but the way she desperately tried to rock her hips against his told him all he needed to know. His hips snapped forwards, free arm pushing one of her legs to the side to let him push deeper. He felt her tensing more under him with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp pants between each moan and scrambled cries of his name. When she finally reached her peak he nearly stopped his movements altogether, sharp eyes drinking in everything about her expression in that moment, memorizing the feel of her walls contracting around him, how her chest looked with her body arched against the sheets, the trembling of her legs around him. He barely managed to pull out in time to spill across her stomach, eyes still fixed on the blissful look on her face when he did.

Some time later, when both of their breathing was even and the princess had cleaned and dressed once more, Motonari shoved the pile of fine fabric into her arms. “Here y’are m’lady, I’ll expect something good.” He grumbled, trying not to focus on the way her eyes lit up at the fine work all over again. “Thank you! I promise I’ll make something amazing! Hmm… what’s this?” She adjusted the fabric, gently lifting a small cloth pouch from the top of the pile and holding it up to inspect. “Nothing really, now come on m’lady. I’ll take you back to town before those guard dogs of yers come yappin’ at my heels.” He pushed open the door to his cabin, gesturing for her to start moving. With a sigh the princess re-adjusted the bundle of cloth and made her way out, ignoring the calls of the crew as she made her way back out on deck. One sharp glare from the captain silenced them, the softly murmured thanks from the woman beside him going ignored. He escorted her all the way back into the markets, neither spoke much, but the silence was comfortable. Once they reached the markets she turned and offered him a bow, the formality of the gesture made him snort given she’d been in his bed less than an hour before. Turning his back to her, he threw a casual wave over his shoulder, turning his head slightly to call back to her. “I’ll be back for whatever you make me in a few weeks. I’m expecting something good m’lady.”

#halo.writes #halo.afterdark #Mouri Motonari #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen motonari #motonari x reader

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