#feel free to make this into a banter thread if you prefer!

[wyldewillow]

open starter / gardens at highgarden

since arriving at highgarden, willow had taken to wandering around the gardens. she never ventured too far into them but she liked following the cobbled paths close to the keep. hugo and sam were outside as well, sitting under a tree while reading their books, and she was keeping an eye on them. she preferred to know where her sons were at all times. it was control fuelled by a deep fear of losing them. in some strange way, willow believed if she knew where they were or had eyes on them, nothing terrible could happen to them. no one could hurt them. not without being assaulted by a maddened mother at least. suddenly her line of sight was blocked by a dark-haired man coming up to greet her. a knight. willow was pleasant enough in her greeting, she sent him a tight-lipped smile and made a remark about the weather, fully expecting he would move on. but then he offered her his arm to walk with her around the garden and suddenly every second he spent in her presence annoyed her.

willow blackwood was many things ― but patient was not one of them. the knight, whose name she had not bothered to ask because she did not care, was blocking her path and her way to her sons. she had lived the last thirteen years in mourning, she rarely wore anything but black, all for the purpose of avoiding situations like this. she wanted the world to see a heartbroken widow, a woman still living in the past and refusing to move on. she had strived to get rid of any suitor that had presented himself throughout the years. and in all those years willow had learned an important lesson. the faster you got rid of them, the less likely they were to stick around like bothersome flies on a warm summer day. "i am quite capable of walking on my own, ser, as you can see i have two perfectly good legs." her tone was as icy as the look on her face. "might i suggest you offer to parade another around the garden instead? ser garland perhaps?" he reacted with indignation, as they always did, and then they waited around to see shame in her eyes, but they were always left disappointed as willow simply stared them down. she felt no shame, no regret, she felt nothing but anger at him getting in her way. her anger was easy to provoke, it was always there bubbling away in her chest, eager to be unleashed. the knight left with a huff while muttering about rude ladies. she ignored him and instead her eyes immediately went to the tree her sons sat under. they were still sitting in the shade reading their books and she let out a sigh of relief.

[gayandgayerforventi]

love meter 100 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Reigen A. x Female OC

"I have a proposition to make."

He said, his legs kicked on top of one of the tables. Reigen considered himself a simple man. To him there wasn't much a man his age should be doing. He was doing as he could, making money out of simple cons. He still remained a righteous and caring man, he wasn't hurting anyone! Though the lady in front of him seemed to think different, the charming devil who had lately haunted his dreams. He couldn't deny the slightest flush her teases and banter gave him, and even as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed in a doubtful manner, there was something about it that he couldn't help to appreciate. Perhaps it was the way she stared solely at him, staring with narrowed eyes from behind the frame of her glasses, the way her painted lips pursed at him as she stared disapprovingly.

He yearned to back down. To bow on his knees as he held onto her hand, pleading her forgiveness and validation. To see her smile at him once again as she gave him a sly remark, to feel the way her eyes stared up at down at him. But he held onto his pride, offering her a playful yawn instead as he leaned forward, staring at the lady who danced through his head in the night. Her name was Ayame, and lord he'd be damned to not have her one day. But he pushed this thought to the side. "And why should I hear you out? I have places to be Reigen, there's not much a man of your field can offer me."

He knew she was referring about his cons. Yet he still toyed with his tie, staring back at her as she met him with an expectant gaze. He fiddled with the ends, playing with the small threads as a lazy smile graced his lips. There was a rosy tint to her cheeks, and though he knew it to be blush he let his mind wander, to a day he hoped the pink on her face would be from him. Still, she drummed her nails against her crossed arms, leg bouncing with impatience.

"You'd be surprised 'Yame. A boy came by the office today, him and his little friend. He was a special kid, and I'd have been deep in charges if he wasn't. Before he could get hit from a spilt hot drink he saved it, with telepathy, all the while his friend was able to use the same ability to transfer a napkin out of her pocket."

"Right Reigen. And whilst we're at this you're going to tell me your nonexistent psychic abilities also peaked? Do I seem foolish to you? And I don't recall offering you the right to give me a nickname."

He stared at her, a sudden seriousness installed in his eyes.

"The nickname was stupid, I know. I'd much prefer to call you mine."

He suddenly leaned back in his chair, as the woman before him raised an eyebrow. He couldn't help but admire her from where he was, though she seemed rather annoyed in contrast to the flusted state he had hoped to place her in.

"And I will. Tomorrow. 4pm is the time they met me today and I told them I expected them at the same time the next day. You'll come with me Danielle, see their abilities and take up the offer I'm granting you. And you'll take up my business proposal and be my partner, what do you say."

She leaned forward, pushing his legs from the table as you took its place. She pressed her knees together, bringing him in by his tie. He knew she was doing this to inspect the truth he had, but he couldn't help the natural lean his body gave, nor the way his eyes wandered down to her lips. She seemed to feel the same way though, brown orbs flickering down before returning back to greet his eyes, a cocky smile plastered upon her face.

"Business partners. If you're lying I'll enjoy bringing both your shabby scams and yourself to your knees."

Part of him wished he was.

go check this out on my ao3 for a free hug guys <3 :D

[dxnse-macabre]

GET TO KNOW ME MEME

NAME — angie! PRONOUNS — she/her SEXUALITY — bisexual c: SINGLE / TAKEN — taken

THREE FACTS

— i used to be a fanfic writer that wrote primarily on w.attp.ad. one of my works got A LOT of hits after i stopped writing,,, i mean like 350k views last time i checked. my goal back then was to hit 1 mil but ofc i don't have the time now — i'm also a published author but only for like one book — i have a pet cat that was given to me when i was in middle school. i actually have... no idea how old she was when we got her. i still don't know how old she is. but she still looks & acts young,,, she also acts so sophisticated/stuck up so i've been convinced that she's an immortal being that is just here for the free snacks and a nice home

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG — i've been writing ever since i was in middle school (6-7th grade) but that was for fanfiction. i joined my first ever tumblr rp community i wanna say like... freshman/sophomore year of high school? it helped me get through a lot of rough times as it was like a form of escapism for me. i believe the first community i joined was the d.etroit b.ecome h.uman rpc. i stayed in that for a FAT minute before i was into the o.verwatch rpc and then the d.ragon a.ge rpc. if you wanna check out my really old blogs (they aren't active anymore, but i kept them up so i can look at them here and there) here they are: @ask-the-rk900 , @fen-dwxller, @bxckle-up @luridhearted @scxrred-prince (luridhearted was an attempt at a multimuse HAH) WHAT PLATFORMS — primarily tumblr, before i shifted over to discord for a couple years as i only had time to rp with like one person. afterwards, i ended up coming back to tumblr. if you're talking about now, i only rp on tumblr because i have too much fun with formatting my posts BEST EXPERIENCE — i had an rp partner that was like my bestie throughout my highschool years. we had our own ocs and they were always sad and depressed because we were too LMAO. but during that time, i absolutely LOVED our rps and our own characters. we drifted apart because of our own differences, but i hope they're doing okay now. they still influence me heavy to this day, and every now and then i look back at our stories that we made together. always missing you, ash.

MUSE TYPE

FEMALE OR MALE — i've never really written female muses, unless they are older..(?) an example of this is a.na a.mari from o.verwatch. i've always loved writing male muses. a niche that i'd like to say that i'm particularly good at is the closeted bisexual that always believed they were straight and is in constant denial. oh, and rockerboy. i take a lot of inspiration from a fanfic for that sort of portrayal and it's so heavily ingrained in my brain. astarion is so not that but it's a nice change of pace. his rockstar AU helps me go back to my roots though. FLUFF , ANGST OR SMUT — i LOVE angst. angst is my go-to thing-- i feel like i'm some kind of sadist that loves seeing my muse get hurt????? is there something wrong with me???????? an example of this is fluff masking the angst underneath. ORRRR smut masking the angst underneath. it's been years since i've written anything remotely smutty and i have no idea if i can still write it hahaha PLOTS OR MEMES — i prefer a little bit of both. send in a meme, maybe even plot about how to go about it? or vice versa. those are SO yummy LONG OR SHORT REPLIES — depends on the mood of the day. most of the time i love making long replies because the muse tends to get carried away (he's very talkative, as you all know) but i know that a lot of gems come from short little banter-like threads so i love those too! BEST TIME TO WRITE — whenever the muse lets me. sometimes astarion gives a little pouty face and tells me he's too tired and doesn't wanna interact. sometimes astarion is bursting with energy cause he needs someone to fuck around with. sometimes... astarion is full of himself and wants to stare at pictures of himself. the muse wants what the muse wants, and if i force it, it's the first step to losing my muse ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) — on a trauma level, me && astarion are very similar. both of us felt like we needed to overly-sexualize ourselves to people who we deemed worthy of protecting us, so there is a sense of performance that we need to bring to every relationship. it's hard for the both of us to take off that mask since it's so second nature to us. i haven't been physically scarred by another person like astarion has, but i do have my own scars for other reasons. to me, astarion is essentially an embodiment of my past trauma that i can express in a healthy way. i guess that's why i've stuck with him longer than i have with any other muse---because of how familiar he is. (also, back with my rp partner i had on discord, neil was their faceclaim as well so that's a double whammy)

TAGGED BY: @wildskissed TAGGING: @crimesought @shdwtouch @crownshattered @stilettobite + anyone else that wants to do this!!!

[squaletta]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

→ This is an independent roleplay blog for a female version of Squalo Superbi from the Katekyo Hitman Reborn series by Akira Amano.

→ My interpretation may be different from what you expect. Since I haven't watched anime for a long time or very occasionally, my portrayal is not very anime-ish. It is more influenced by TV series or reading books from the mafia environment. I just really like Squalo as a character, and I found it interesting to develop her further based on him differently.

→ Although her origin is in anime, I would not wish to label her as just an anime character.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

→ My portrayal is the female version, meaning Squaletta was born like a girl.

→ It's a heavily headcanon-based portrayal.

→ My attempt is to add another dimension to the portrayal of this muse. In terms of portraying this muse, I try to give her a psychological component and a realistic interpretation of her life within the mafia. That's why my interpretation is fandomless and fully adapted into the world of other TV fandoms or anime fandoms. → As stated above, this portrayal is headcanon-based, so please do not repost, paraphrase or use my headcanons as your own. I will not tolerate that.

→ This is my interpretation of the character. If you disagree with how I write, you are under no obligation to interact with me. If you harass me about how I interpret this character, you will be blocked.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

→ This blog is mutual only.

→ If I follow you, it means I want to interact with you. Feel free to send me prompts and memes to my inbox or DM me to plot something. I'm always open to plot, and if you ever have an idea for a roleplay, message me, and we could discuss it. You can message me privately anytime. I'll get to you as soon as possible. No need to be shy. My private messages are always open. Don't be afraid to start a conversation with me. I don't bite, I swear.

→ Prompts and memes are the best icebreakers and easiest way to start interactions, regardless of whether our muses know each other. Go for it!

→ A bunch of memes from one roleplayer is totally okay!

→ You are always welcome to turn a meme into a thread! No need to ask.

→ Random spontaneous starters are welcome as well.

→ Please let me know if you’re following me from a sideblog so I know we are mutuals.

→ If we’re not mutuals, you may like posts and send asks.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒

→ I use regular text size and occasional italics for emphasis. I love to add a GIF or icon to a thread. If someone has typical formatting, I tend to be open to adapting to it for thread harmony. Roleplay partners don't need to match my length or formatting.

𝐕. 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

→ I write in a third-person point of view. I can be detailed and descriptive to create a long storyline, but I can also write short banter. Banters are fun to do next to long storylines. Sometimes a little banter turns into a bigger roleplay. For long storylines, I prefer plotting before writing.

𝐕𝐈. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

→ English isn't my native language, and currently, I am learning it by myself, so I am sorry for any mistakes. I'm trying to improve it as much as possible, but I make grammatical and spelling mistakes. So please, do not bash on my English. However, you are welcome to correct me nicely and politely so I can improve.

→ I want to tell you or rather ask you not to be afraid to write to me if I don't understand something in our thread. I am fully aware of English is my second language, not my native language, so there can be a certain language barrier. So don't hesitate to come to me and tell me if I misunderstood or wrote something wrong. For many of you, English is the first language, and the higher demands and expectations are placed on me. I am very happy to contact you when I don't understand either, but it happens that I feel that I understand, but the reality is obviously different. I am not aware of some mistakes, and I do not make them on purpose. I don't want you to think that I don't put effort into our thread.

→ Writing in my native language – Slovak language – is highly desirable.

→ Writing with Czech roleplayers is very welcome as well.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘

→ If we start writing, I only ask you to be patient with replies because I'm an adult with a real job and hectic life or sometimes don't feel like replying. Just as I am patient for replies from my writing partner. I may not respond for a couple of days or weeks. You can remind me if I haven’t replied for a long time (let’s say 7 days) unless I have stated a reason for my absence. But sometimes my muse or I just am not feeling in the mood.

→ I don’t always have a muse for every thread I do, and I often only reply to one or two threads at a time. If this happens, I promise I’m not ignoring you. Don’t trip. I’ll get around to yours eventually.

→ If I disappear and do come back months later, I am either super willing to continue old storylines like no time has passed, or I will drop things and come to you asking for fresh new things.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔𝐬

→ I am crossover-friendly, even if I don’t know the fandom. Other fandoms, crossovers, and alternative universes are more than welcome! I'm excited to put my muse in other universes.

𝐈𝐗. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

→ I am OC friendly, but I will hold OCs to the same standards as canon muses. I will write only with well-developed, well-written and that make sense in the context of my muse.

𝐗. 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

→ I am very duplicates friendly, because I personally think that even ten portrayals of one character will be different and unique, because each mun behind a character is different and will bring their own ideas to it. And that's exactly what's fascinating.

𝐗𝐈. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

→ Be respectful. I want to have a safe and pleasant environment here.

→ No god-moding.

→ No metagaming.

→ Powerplay will be discussed while plotting some fight.

→ If you begin to feel uncomfortable during our roleplay, please tell me. I want this to be a fun and pleasant experience for everyone. I am more than happy to discuss things and make adjustments for my partner’s comfort if possible and in accordance with my muse.

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

→ This account is multiship and multiverse. It means that every romantic relationship will go into a different world.

→ Shipping will only happen if my muse feels romantically interested, if we build up a close emotional connection between muses and if our muses have brilliant chemistry after long-term interaction. I prefer slow-burn romance.

→ If my muse ship with someone, I will continue doing romantic roleplays with other muses because, as I said, this is a multiship roleplay account.

→ It's fine if you're a single ship, but don't expect the same from me. I do not tolerate jealousy or drama.

→ Don't push me into a ship.

→ Be aware that my muse can sometimes be flirty, but that doesn't mean she wants to ship, it's just part of her personality.

→ If you feel there is chemistry between our muses or a good story for our muses as a ship, feel free to DM me and we can talk about it.

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

→ Smut will only happen if my muse feels romantically interested if there is already a close emotional connection to the other muse and our muses have brilliant chemistry.

→ As for the explicitness of sexual scenes, I put more emphasis on the playful form of interaction, teasing and foreplay, flirting and body language. I don't mind the description of the sex scene, but I prefer sex was "tasteful" and not too explicit. I personally dislike a sex scene that feels like an anatomy lesson and sounds too clinical. I prefer to linger on the emotions involved rather than the body parts. These scenes, I believe, are supposed to show the emotion and intimacy between the muses, which means more sensual terms and less pornographic actions. For me, a bit explicit works better with fast and rough, and tasteful more with soft and slow.

→ Adding me just for pure smut is a waste of your time because it's not my cup of tea.

→ Sexual threads and asks will be tagged. I use "Keep Reading" feature under a clear NSFW banner for my smut threads out of consideration for others.

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓/𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

→ Dark and triggering themes will be present. However, it is earned and story-based when occurring. My muse is a assassin and swordswoman, so there can be violence, blood, alcohol or offensive language, and some adult situations involved with this account naturally because she is associating with the underworld.

→ I will do my best to tag triggers.

→ My own triggers are rape and sexual abuse in general, pedophilia, Mpreg.

𝐗𝐕. 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

→ I will not interact with roleplayers under 18.

𝐗𝐕𝐈. 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

→ This account is drama free. I have no tolerance for real-life drama or out-of-character drama. If you don’t like the content I post or how I portray my muse, you are free to unfollow me. I'm here to have fun and write my muse.

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐔𝐍

→ This blog is written by Lexy.

→ The mun is 30+.

→ She/her pronouns are preferred.

→ My time zone is Central European Zone (GMT + 1).

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 → 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭: @manoncomms → 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨: @manoncomms → 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬: @manoncomms → 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: @manoncomms → 𝐈𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬: @manoncomms → 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: → 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝:

[punch-love]

7, 8, 13, 14, 22, 23, 38, 39

sorry for being greedy again lol :)

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“You’re smart. You’re funny.” Peter continues, his fingers tapping against Wade’s chest in a comforting metronome.

“You’re terrifying.” Peter says, and Wade hears his own awe in the words. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” Wade repeats distantly.

It grows silent again; Wade moves his body down so he can press his ear against Peter’s chest, listens for the heart. Peter is stiff underneath him, hands crooked and unmoving over his own.

“Isn’t it terrible?” Peter asks very quietly.

Wade wonders what he means; the sound of his heart is grounding, steady. It’s been years since anyone has let him listen to their heart.

“The way I feel.” Peter says.

“No.” Wade never has meant anything more. [atlas]

It's my favorite ending that I've written. I only write unreliable narrators, so this is the first time you really see what Peter actually, genuinely loves and admires about Wade in a way he can't flinch away from. At this point, we only know Wade's insecurities, so the ending is a mirror where Peter is the one being insecure/feeling unworthy of love and Wade is the one who immediately dismisses it. The double meaning of "isn't it terrible, the way I feel?" both his physical body/the intensity of his emotions. The way that Wade feels safe for the first time in the narrative to just exist. Everything I wanted to accomplish with it feels accomplished. It's an ending where I don't feel like there's more of a story to explore. You know what happens to them, you know?

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“I can’t be that financially viable.” Peter croaks instead. “Let’s be real here.”

“You’d be surprised how much a guy is willing to pay to put you in a paper cup and toss you outside the city,” Deadpool responds coldly.

“I’ll give you five dollars and a sweet kiss on the cheek if you leave me alone,” Peter says Deadpool’s face is doubling in his vision, tripling, a whole army of scary clowns.

“If I showed you my rates I think you’d piss yourself.” Deadpool snorts.

“Five dollars, a sweet kiss on the cheek, and an IOU.”

“How many legs do you think a spider needs to walk?” Deadpool flicks Peter’s twitching bicep.

“Preferably all of them.” Peter laughs nervously.

“I’ve seen them work with one.” Deadpool grabs his knife from his belt and drags the tip slowly across Peter’s costume, the frayed threads snapping in its path and bleeding into a thin, painful line as he makes his way down to his thigh. [it's an acquired taste]

I just love the juxtaposition of Spider-Man being his peppy, banter ready self vs. Deadpool being frustrated that his job is taking too long and is very much ready to kill or maim him for it. It's funny, but it's also like, oh this is going to go south real quick, isn't it? I really like balancing quips with, like, the physical gravity of what is happening, and I think this scene does that well. I also just love the idea of Spider-Man being like "five dollars, a sweet kiss on the cheek, and an IOU" to the mercenary trying to kill him for an unfathomable amount of money.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

You have to write poorly to write well, and you have to write often to write at all.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

I think any advice around the necessity of a traditional structure. I was taught to write on the basis that every novel needs specific things/character types to be like, a good piece of writing, and that's just not true. It's better to take a seam ripper to tradition, then get bogged down by the patterns of people that aren't you.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

I have been recently re-editing chapter 8 of love-punch because it's the weakest chapter (to me) writing wise. It was also my first published "smut" piece (even though it's not even really that) so you can tell I was a little nervous about my approach. I don't think my style has changed so much as my approach to it. I've taken a lot of descriptions and just let the action or reaction speak for itself. I'm not re-writing it publically, though, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

I wouldn't! I think they all stand up to my expectations of them. I think the only thing I end up editing is love-punch because due to the multi-chapter structure I don't really get to edit as a completed "piece" so the style, by the nature of time, gets a little dated and needs a brush-up. I also wrote Spider-Man as Spider-man up to like, chapter six or something, so I need to go back and fix that sometime.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

I got a review the other day on the latest love-punch chapter that quoted my favorite section and said that they had been looking for a fic where Peter uses his super strength against Wade, and that the scene where they wrestle each other in the chapter really fulfilled that for them. It was nice because you don't really get to choose your audience and what your audience likes about your work but when someone reads it likes it for the reasons I, personally, like it always makes me happy. I wrote this because I wanted to read it, so when other people who are looking for the same things find it everything feels so full circle.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The rudest review I got was someone asking me why I had to make Peter trans and then when I explained it they complained that I made them switches because they wanted him as a cis-gender bottom. It was infuriating. I'm like, not the most cool-headed person in the world, so I just yelled at them until they were like "wow, you are literally attacking me right now" and then I deleted all of their comments after I cooled down because I didn't want their words to trigger any of my trans readers who were reading my comments. I like yelling at people much more than I like being nice (especially if that's the energy they're putting out - I will match your energy) so I usually get out some aggression until I calm down, and then I usually just delete them. I think that some writers are too nice with their rude reviewers and I like to be a reminder that if you talk shit, I will actually hit you.

I don't get many rude reviews though. I do get comments that trigger the hell out of me because I write a lot of my personal experiences/traumas into my work, and sometimes they'll be like "wow that's so romantic <3" about something that is straight up abusive and that always ruins my day/makes me want to stop writing, but they're not being rude, just romanticizing something I was hoping they wouldn't. My rudest fans are people who want to befriend me/have access to my personal information or life and get upset when I set a very clear "I'm not here to be your friend, and you are not entitled to know anything about me outside what I write" boundary. The majority is very decent to me, though.

[signorinavongola]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

→ This is an independent roleplay blog for a female version of Tsunayoshi Sawada from the Katekyo Hitman Reborn series by Akira Amano.

→ My interpretation may be different from what you expect. Since I haven't watched anime for a long time or very occasionally, my portrayal is not very anime-ish. It is more influenced by TV series or reading books from the mafia environment. I just really like Tsuna as a character, and I found it interesting to develop her further based on him differently.

→ Although her origin is in anime, I would not wish to label her as just an anime character.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

→ My portrayal is the female version, meaning Tsuna was born like a girl.

→ It's a heavily headcanon-based portrayal.

→ My attempt is to add another dimension to the portrayal of this muse. In terms of portraying this muse, I try to give her a psychological component and a realistic interpretation of her life within the mafia. That's why my interpretation is fandomless and fully adapted into the world of other TV fandoms or anime fandoms. → As stated above, this portrayal is headcanon-based, so please do not repost, paraphrase or use my headcanons as your own. I will not tolerate that.

→ This is my interpretation of the character. If you disagree with how I write, you are under no obligation to interact with me. If you harass me about how I interpret this character, you will be blocked.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

→ This blog is mutual only.

→ If I follow you, it means I want to interact with you. Feel free to send me prompts and memes to my inbox or DM me to plot something. I'm always open to plot, and if you ever have an idea for a roleplay, message me, and we could discuss it. You can message me privately anytime. I'll get to you as soon as possible. No need to be shy. My private messages are always open. Don't be afraid to start a conversation with me. I don't bite, I swear.

→ Prompts and memes are the best icebreakers and easiest way to start interactions, regardless of whether our muses know each other. Go for it!

→ A bunch of memes from one roleplayer is totally okay!

→ You are always welcome to turn a meme into a thread! No need to ask.

→ Random spontaneous starters are welcome as well.

→ Please let me know if you’re following me from a sideblog so I know we are mutuals.

→ If we’re not mutuals, you may like posts and send asks.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐒

→ I use regular text size and occasional italics for emphasis. I love to add a GIF or icon to a thread. If someone has typical formatting, I tend to be open to adapting to it for thread harmony. Roleplay partners don't need to match my length or formatting.

𝐕. 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄

→ I write in a third-person point of view. I can be detailed and descriptive to create a long storyline, but I can also write short banter. Banters are fun to do next to long storylines. Sometimes a little banter turns into a bigger roleplay. For long storylines, I prefer plotting before writing.

𝐕𝐈. 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

→ English isn't my native language, and currently, I am learning it by myself, so I am sorry for any mistakes. I'm trying to improve it as much as possible, but I make grammatical and spelling mistakes. So please, do not bash on my English. However, you are welcome to correct me nicely and politely so I can improve.

→ I want to tell you or rather ask you not to be afraid to write to me if I don't understand something in our thread. I am fully aware of English is my second language, not my native language, so there can be a certain language barrier. So don't hesitate to come to me and tell me if I misunderstood or wrote something wrong. For many of you, English is the first language, and the higher demands and expectations are placed on me. I am very happy to contact you when I don't understand either, but it happens that I feel that I understand, but the reality is obviously different. I am not aware of some mistakes, and I do not make them on purpose. I don't want you to think that I don't put effort into our thread.

→ Writing in my native language – Slovak language – is highly desirable.

→ Writing with Czech roleplayers is very welcome as well.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘

→ If we start writing, I only ask you to be patient with replies because I'm an adult with a real job and hectic life or sometimes don't feel like replying. Just as I am patient for replies from my writing partner. I may not respond for a couple of days or weeks. You can remind me if I haven’t replied for a long time (let’s say 7 days) unless I have stated a reason for my absence. But sometimes my muse or I just am not feeling in the mood.

→ I don’t always have a muse for every thread I do, and I often only reply to one or two threads at a time. If this happens, I promise I’m not ignoring you. Don’t trip. I’ll get around to yours eventually.

→ If I disappear and do come back months later, I am either super willing to continue old storylines like no time has passed, or I will drop things and come to you asking for fresh new things.

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 & 𝐀𝐔𝐬

→ I am crossover-friendly, even if I don’t know the fandom. Other fandoms, crossovers, and alternative universes are more than welcome! I'm excited to put my muse in other universes.

𝐈𝐗. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

→ I am OC friendly, but I will hold OCs to the same standards as canon muses. I will write only with well-developed, well-written and that make sense in the context of my muse.

𝐗. 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

→ I am very duplicates friendly, because I personally think that even ten portrayals of one character will be different and unique, because each mun behind a character is different and will bring their own ideas to it. And that's exactly what's fascinating.

𝐗𝐈. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

→ Be respectful. I want to have a safe and pleasant environment here.

→ No god-moding.

→ No metagaming.

→ Powerplay will be discussed while plotting some fight.

→ If you begin to feel uncomfortable during our roleplay, please tell me. I want this to be a fun and pleasant experience for everyone. I am more than happy to discuss things and make adjustments for my partner’s comfort if possible and in accordance with my muse.

𝐗𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

→ This account is multiship and multiverse. It means that every romantic relationship will go into a different world.

→ Shipping will only happen if my muse feels romantically interested, if we build up a close emotional connection between muses and if our muses have brilliant chemistry after long-term interaction. I prefer slow-burn romance.

→ If my muse ship with someone, I will continue doing romantic roleplays with other muses because, as I said, this is a multiship roleplay account.

→ It's fine if you're a single ship, but don't expect the same from me. I do not tolerate jealousy or drama.

→ Don't push me into a ship.

→ If you feel there is chemistry between our muses or a good story for our muses as a ship, feel free to DM me and we can talk about it.

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

→ Smut will only happen if my muse feels romantically interested if there is already a close emotional connection to the other muse and our muses have brilliant chemistry.

→ As for the explicitness of sexual scenes, I put more emphasis on the playful form of interaction, teasing and foreplay, flirting and body language. I don't mind the description of the sex scene, but I prefer sex was "tasteful" and not too explicit. I personally dislike a sex scene that feels like an anatomy lesson and sounds too clinical. I prefer to linger on the emotions involved rather than the body parts. These scenes, I believe, are supposed to show the emotion and intimacy between the muses, which means more sensual terms and less pornographic actions. For me, a bit explicit works better with fast and rough, and tasteful more with soft and slow.

→ Adding me just for pure smut is a waste of your time because it's not my cup of tea.

→ Sexual threads and asks will be tagged. I use "Keep Reading" feature under a clear NSFW banner for my smut threads out of consideration for others.

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓/𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

→ Dark and triggering themes will be present. However, it is earned and story-based when occurring. My muse is a mafia boss, so there can be violence, blood, alcohol or offensive language, and some adult situations involved with this account naturally because she is associating with the underworld.

→ I will do my best to tag triggers.

→ My own triggers are rape and sexual abuse in general, pedophilia, Mpreg.

𝐗𝐕. 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

��� I will not interact with roleplayers under 18.

𝐗𝐕𝐈. 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

→ This account is drama free. I have no tolerance for real-life drama or out-of-character drama. If you don’t like the content I post or how I portray my muse, you are free to unfollow me. I'm here to have fun and write my muse.

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐌𝐔𝐍

→ This blog is written by Lexy.

→ The mun is 30+.

→ She/her pronouns are preferred.

→ My time zone is Central European Zone (GMT + 1).

𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒

→ 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭: → 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨: → 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬: → 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫: → 𝐈𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬: → 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: → 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝:

[wclking-fire]

This is a side blog to my main which is: @stxrving-scientist [Don't Starve]

I am new to the Trigun fandom, I have only seen the 2023 anime and I have fallen in love with this blonde cinnamon roll and now I am going to rp him.

I am just having fun with him and I may put my own twist on how I interpret him. I honestly just want to create a chill environment and have fun with this wet dog of a man.

There will be spoilers to the anime, so if you have not seen the series please be warned.

I usually come and say hi after a follow.

If you are a little nervous with interacting/talking to me, please feel free to browse the; -𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇- tag. They can be replied to by moots and non-moots.

This blog is going to double as an ask blog. Personal blogs can ask questions and follow if you wish just don't reblog any threads I have.

If you are a personal and are a bit unsure of what you can and can not reblog just ask. I won't be mad. I normally tag stuff 'okie to reblog'. I just want everyone to be happy and have fun on this blog.

This blog is 18+ because of the themes that will be present.

This blog is going to be semi-active. Sometimes I have massive burst of muse and will sometimes somewhat spam replies and banter. Then I disappear from this blog. Please know this is just me. I come and go every now and again.

Sometimes I just get forgetful or distracted by other things and I may be a bit slow with replies.

Saying this don't be scared to ask about replies after a week because chances are muse is just a bit low.

Shipping is more than welcome here, if you want that of course. It is never a must. If you want to explore every kind of dynamic, I am always down for that.

This blog is multi-verse and multi-ship.

Pre-established relationships are okay with me.

I support both oc x canon and canon x canon ships.

This blog is oc and canon friendly.

I am also duplicate friendly.

Please tell me about your original characters. I want to know everything about them.

This blog is au and crossover friendly.

If you want a spicy thread with Vash I am totally okay with that too, please know that I would prefer a bit of chemistry before hand.

On that note if there is any spicy writing on sunday I will make sure to tag it: 'lemon tw' and it will be placed beneath a 'read under'.

If there is spicy Sunday musings and aesthetics it will be tagged: 'suggestive tw'

Sunday is for the spicy threads, they will be more prioritised.

Triggers will be tagged: '????? tw'

If you need something tagged just say; 'hey bunny this makes me uncomfortable can you please tag this such and such'.

I am going to be a bit selective and private with this blog.

I don't mind if you reblog psa's or memes from me, just do not reblog things that say '/do not reblog'. That also goes for aesthetics and musings, feel free to reblog those.

Saying that, don't feel pressured to send anything in. Just do it when you want to.

For writing I tend to lean towards long thread, but I mix and match constantly. You do not have to match my length. I write because I enjoy it.

I think I covered most stuff. Don't be afraid to ask if you need anything. I promise I don't bite.

Icon credit: @crimsonicons [please go and check them out!!!]

Promo credit: stephysource

[ravarui]

Get to know the author

name: akki

pronouns: she/her

preference of communication: I am mostly on discord, but I don't mind plotting over IM here on tumblr. Especially in the beginning

most active muse: all of them. I only have four muses, so it's usually equal

experience/how many years: I started writing RPs around 2010 so around 13 years now (makes me feel even more old now, rip)

best experience: I had a lot of good experience on this site, but the best was probably getting to know @alyafae especially since we can actually meet each other (love you Gin)

rp pet peeves: The whole purity culture thing and condoning writing dark and fucked up themes, especially compared with callouts and lots of drama. Just because someone writes about darker topics doesn't mean the writer would do the same in real life. Learn to difference between fiction and reality. Otherwise: If I write a very long reply and only get one sentence back. It kills my mood and makes me not want to continue writing. And uncut posts. I don't want to scroll for what feels like an eternity just because someone doesn't cut their posts.

plots or memes: Both is good. Memes are always good for first interactions and I love turning memes into threads. Plotting is something that can still happen during it. On that note: Always feel free to send me memes, even if I reblogged them ages ago.

long or short replies: Again both. Short replies are nice for a quick back and forth or some silly banter between muses. Long replies are something I love, especially when we plotted beforehand.

are you like your muse: I guess a little bit? I do love a good drink, party with friends and I dare say that I sometimes have a rather atrocious fashion sense

tagged by stolen from: @alyafae

tagging: Whoever wants to do it. If you see this, feel free to say I tagged you c:

[starsxchains]

To build a better world, you have to tear down the foundations of today.

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-Independent, low-activity, semi-selective Hydra!Steve Rogers roleplay account -Inspired by the Marvel Movies + a metric fuck-ton of headcanons -Continue Reading for the rest of it

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Project Insight Turns Nightmare: Captain America- HYDRA’s Best Kept Secret?

You Should Know

-This is a side blog! - I am not responsible for any hurt feelings/muses -HYDRA Trash Party is a thing here-

Rules

General

-Always 21+, those found to be under that will be blocked! -I have a very erratic work / sleep schedule + a sleep disorder-- -Please be patient but don't be afraid to shoot me a message or bump a thread! -Non-Exclusive!

Non- Roleplay accounts: Feel free to lurk, reblog the crack, reblog the gifs and memes and shit I’ve reblogged— Please, for the love of god, stay out of my plots.

Roleplay

-Don't assume our characters are in a relationship / situationship / or some sort of family unless otherwise established or discussed -NSFW abounds -Everyone (21+) is allowed to shoot a starter or submit and prompt / meme-- Let's just jump into it! -Anything on my blog that isn't tagged with a specific person or #closed is always available for a response -I am not against having multiple threads with the same person/character - OC’s are acceptable as long as they don’t claim to be related, or in a relationship, with my character ++Preferable if they relate to the MCU in some form - I'm trying to keep threads to two per muse, not including small threads /sideplots / texting / crack --- If your muse has multiple verses, I am including those as separate muses

- Sentence -> Multi-para. I (do my best to) match energy! You do not have to write multiple paragraphs. - Highly OC-Selective - Not currently taking any more OC’s for the moment being

- Smut / NSFW needs to be discussed before sending prompts / asks, unless we are solidly pre-established. - I only do post / whatever replies- Banter in the comments of posts I make (not reblog) are fine, but other plots need to be in a post!

About the Writer

-Wynn, She/Her, 25 -Time-Zone: EST -Over 10 years of roleplay experience, with 7 of those being Bucky -On mobile, no idea how to format! -Erratic work/sleep schedule + sleep disorder can make for weird times --Please don’t be afraid to bump any of my posts or shoot me a -message! -Very shy, feel free to reach out lol

[disawakenings]

Rules & General Guide (mobile)

      this may be updated as needed; excluding when i just nitpick the wording/fix typos etc, i will announce the changes. thank you for reading through.

NOTE:

THE MUN AND THE MUSE ARE BOTH OVER THE AGE OF 21, AND REQUIRE THAT ONLY MUNS OF THE SAME MINIMUM AGE INTERACT. This rp blog will heavily pertain to darker themes, and may not be for the squeamish.

The Basics

Canons from fandoms and OCs are both welcome. I will be selective in following back, especially with highly active multimuse blogs. If I don’t follow back you’re more than free to send asks and respond to opens IC. I might continue our threads, but mutuals will be prioritized and threads with non-mutuals will be shorter.

Feel free to post starters or IC banter at me, toss something in my askbox, etc. whenever you like. Inform me if you do so just in case I miss it; and yes, by all means plot OOC with me! No need to ask permission or apologise to drop in my IMs, the door is open my friend.

I don’t expect people to match my post length. It can range from a sentence or two to a novella. If you’ve a preference in length, be it short or long, do let me know.

Courtesy, OOC Conflict, Etc.

If I decline something you suggest to me (such as a plot or a meme you send in, a relationship dynamic) and you nag me to change my mind or anything similar, I will not appreciate you for it. If you worry I’ve forgotten or lost interest in a thread, be kind and ask me. If it’s not fault of memory it is likely a simple lack of muse, or motivation.

Don’t godmod, don’t metagame, blah blah blah. Common courtesy and all that shit. No hostility or passive aggression, no drama. Be straightforward with me. If I’ve done something to upset you or you have genuine criticisms, I want to hear them crystal clear.

I will avoid engaging in callouts though will observe the situation for my own. I do not condone purity culture and consider it extremist. If you have any grievance with me, please just communicate with me. Be straightforward and actually talk with me through the problem. I’m tired.

Romance, N.S.F.W. Content

I am open to shipping, but I ask we discuss it OOC beforehand and write out the development IC. And know ahead of time that Revelation is not in a state of mind or circumstance to be a good/healthy partner. It will be a drag if you’re here for instant cuddles and steamy times. I like writing relationships that are complicated if not outright toxic, but I’m also soft for warm and fluffy romance as well. Variety is what makes the soup taste good. And patience.

Intimate relations will be awkward on Revelation’s end. Do not expect my explicit writing to be highly graphic, or to solely focus on said graphic content. I will still focus highly on the behaviour, psychology, and chemistry of/between muses.

Mun Activity, Disclaimers, Etc.

I will not always be active, due to IRL matters, chronic disabilities, and sometimes I’m just not in the mood for a certain muse or even rping in general. Feel free to remind me about our threads etc. but again please don’t pester or guilt me. It will not spark the muse back alight.

 I welcome constructive criticism and advice, and am more than happy to offer my own if asked. To learn and to teach is a wonderful thing. Let’s tend one another’s creative gardens.

I am comfortable writing most any kind of serious/heavy concepts, any and all of which I try to approach with tact. I understand that you may have different limits and boundaries in this matter.

Note that any scenarios, and character mindset/beliefs/actions/etc. are meant (if meant for anything significant) to inquire and speculate the nature of humanity and the universe as a whole. I explore this far more deeply in my personal writing than roleplay because it is easier that way to be avoided by those who do not want to consume such stories. It may be delved into to some degree here of course, so again I warn that this muse may not be for hearts that feel the hurt strongly.

That’s a lot of serious blather, I swear on my LIFE that I love love love lighthearted scenarios and comedy as well! In fact I kind of thrive on blanketing all the doom and gloom with hilarity. Revelation might not be aware it’s comedy though.

Common Tags for TS ( will be “#[word] tw” i.e. “#bunnies tw”):

If you need anything not listed above tagged, please let me know. The list will be added to as needed. Bolded are topics that will be delved heavily into regardless of how often, italics mean it will/may be frequent. Both means Beware! Look Out, Oh Shit It’s Everywhere!!

Anonymous Asks

As with my feelings on conflict between muns please be courteous. If you are upset, angry, or hurt by anything I have done or said, I want to meet on equal ground, no weapons of the word needed from either party.

I do not want to turn off anon. I understand the fear of backlash without that privacy. If it is repeatedly proven that it cannot be used in a reasonable and peaceful manner, I will revoke that privilege. Please, I implore all, be communicative, not combative. We can be better at building than breaking.

     If you have any questions, want to establish a plot or IC connections, my askbox and messages are open. 💙

I don’t require you send me like a cryptically-specific message to prove you read the rules, I trust you to locate and read through either the desktop or mobile version of this.

                                              But you Should send me spiders.

                                                                                                      For good luck.

[televisionboy]

this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

taglist: @punkgeekchic @visionsofsweettea @adoresobs @am4sawa @reblogsfandom @evarolines @somethingstuffy

Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally. 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? 

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible. 

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy. 

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out. 

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very  expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

[noveratus]

The Quarry: Review/Rewrite

Spoilers for the game!!!

Just finished watching a playthrough of the Quarry and I gotta say, I kinda really like this game. It's not the type of game that takes itself too serious and can be quite scary in certain parts, but in the case of the Quarry what really makes or breaks the game are the characters. They are all your normal stereotypes characters you find in horror games/movies but with an added level of complexity to them, which makes them very interesting. You understand them, why they do what they do even if you disagree and you really wanna keep them alive. I think this game does this a lot better than Until Dawn, and while it doesn't have a narrative and plot as strong as that game, the whole point of these medias is to try to keep the characters alive, and you definitely want to do that here way more. I remember playing until dawn specifically so I could kill the three characters I disliked and that was it. Here I don't really dislike anyone- well, with one exception: Ryan.

It's kind of interesting how Ryan is kind of set up to be the main protagonist here, but is the least interesting character of them all. I will talk more about him later though.

To me, the biggest weakness in this story comes from the narrative/plot. It starts out strong with the kids being stuck in the summer camp with werewolves, but then it gets a little too confusing and weird by trying to put too much at once. You didn't really need the Hatchet family to be bigger than Chris, his children and Travis. You didn't need to add the family and the convoluted thread points regarding the land. I also feel bad that the main point regarding this is Silas and yet you only get to learn about him in the last 30 minutes of the game. The ending was also really bad, I know they wanted the banter between the two hosts to be endearing, but it was just annoying. I would have preferred just a picture of the newspaper instead.

All and all fun game. Not amazing, but I think it did a good job with whatcit tried to do. 7/10

The Rewrite

Now that the review is over, we can het to the rewrite. Just a heads up, I have not seen all the endings so far, only the main, true ending. This will be a rewrite of that.

The only thing I would change with Laura and Max is that, in this version, they get to the camp a lot sooner. Travis does not run into them. Laura has a brief encounter with the hag before they find the area where Chris is being kept. From there, game goes as normal with Travis eventually running into them, drugging Laura and shooting Max

We start off the same, last day of summer, the instructors are getting ready to leave, but Jacob wants one last night with Emma so he sabotages the car.

They sit around the fire, but before they start playing truth or dare, they ask Ryan to tell them a scary story and so starts. Around 50 years ago, a woman moved into Hackett's Quarry with her circus and her son, a child born half human half wolf. The locals believed that the woman was a witch and so they burned her alive with her troop, but in doing so permitted the boy to run free. Legend said that he was still alive and looking for the remaining members of the family that burned them down to kill them. No one believes him until he reveals that should know, because his family is one of them.

See, in this version, Ryan's parents are rich and are the ones who actually own the camp. He has come there every year and Chris is practically an uncle to him as well as a father figure since his father died in a car accident a long time ago- or so he was told. People laugh it off and truth or dare starts.

Game continues as normal with Nick getting bitten by one of the werewolves. The werewolves here are closer to your normal media, big fluffy men wolves. Like wolves, these wolves hunt in packs with the leaders being the strongest ones. The other wolves must obey the leader wolf and this wolf is the only one with some understanding of what he is doing. The only way for you to become the alpha is by defeating the current alpha in human form.

The pack starts hunting down the human, but interestingly enough they don't seem too interested in killing them. Just biting. Here is the part where your characters can get bitten. Since the wolves aren't out there to murder you yet, the game is a lot more forgiving.

As the wolves stalk the kids, they also seem to be looking for something- or someone-

This is also around the time that Travis, Laura and Max arrive at camp. Laura is there to kill Chris, the wolf who infected Max and who the Alpha of the werewolves is looking to force him join his pack. He isn't aware of Max yet, but if they run into him they will force him to join as well.

Travis runs into Jacob and Emma and arms them to go hunting for Silas, revealing them about how the curse started. Not only was Ryan's story true, but the White Wolf returns to camp every five years or so and occasionally infects more people. One year, he returned two early and infected a child that was here at the time, the son of Chris, Caleb. Instead of becoming a mindless beast, however, the curse affected Caleb differently (possibly due to his age, he was the same age Silas was when his mother died.) Caleb was not only able to control his transformation, but also control the wolves in his lineage to do his every bidding. Caleb then went on to infect his sister and his father and then more people before he made a whole pack for himself. Caleb managed to escape with his sister, but not with his father, so now he does his best to keep Silas safe so the curse doesn't end while looking for Chris and Travis so that their family may be completed once more.

Meanwhile, Laura tells Ryan, Dylan, Nick Abigail and Keitlin a very different story of how she had been kept prisoner in the police station with Max for the past two months.

Now we have two groups: one trying to hunt down Silas and one looking for Chris with Caleb's wolves tracking down both of them. Travis group is attacked constantly while things are quiet with Laura's group up until they find Chris. This was all Caleb's plan, however as he instead frees Chris and forces him to join his pack. He threatens to do the same to the humans, but Laura is unwilling to go do down without a fight, and so Laura shoots some of the wolves including his sister. Now, Caleb, may or may not be able to speak, but I do think it would be cool if he did.

I would be interested in creating a parallel between Silas and Caleb since they are the only two wolves capable of controlling their transformations, both had terrible things happen to them while children and both value family. The difference is that Silas was a quiet boy who never wanted to hurt people, he just did it when he felt threatened and then was misunderstood for being a dangerous animal. Meanwhile, Caleb comes from a not so great household where all he ever wanted was to get power and upon getting this power he made it his life goal to use it to create a family: even by force.

This is the part in the game where mercy gets thrown out of the window. Any characters infected by the curse are forced to join Caleb as he pretty much takes control over the player- including Nick who was still human up until this point. Any characters will get brutal deaths from now on if you mess up. All the wolves try to devour the humans, getting Laura bitten in the process and the group ends up splitting up with Keitlin and Dylan on one side, Laura and Ryan on the other and Abigail by herself. And so the hunt begins.

Dylan's group find themselves in the junkyard where they are forced to fight some of the wolves, including Chris. Laura and Ryan are followed by the main pack led by Caleb and a single wolf goes after abigail, Nick. Depending on who is turned the distribution may change. It is also heavily implied the hikers are the other wolves, now enslaved by Caleb. I will say his Original group was composed of 12 werewolves, himself, his sister and 10 more. After she dies, that numbed goes down to 11, then as he recruits his father and Nick, 13. The more people were bitten, the more difficult the game becomes. If no one is infected, each group has 3 wolves on them. The scary things about these monsters isn't so much their individual abilities, but how they swarm you and attack in groups. They are surprisingly intelligent hunters (no blood logic here) and will almost always attack in groups.

Dylan and Keitlin manage to kill their wolves, including Chris himself, curing Max in the process. Abigail traps Nick where Chris was being held without harming him and then both groups leave to the lodge, having survived their encounters.

Now Laura and Travis' group reunite and I think it would be cool for the witch to have been playing tricks in Travis' groups so you play through these illusions. Maybe there is even a chance you shoot each other. When you meet, the illusion fades and you quickly find yourselves following a wolf track bigger than the ones before. This is where Silas is, in his old cage, possibly cuddling an old skeleton. In front of him, a group of six werewolves awaits them led by Caleb. Travis ans Caleb look at each other, Travis tries pleading with him to let him end this, but Caleb refuses. He won't let his new family go. He tries to force Laura to join with their connection, but she is able to resist for now and so the fight breaks out. This is by far the longest fight in the game and the hardest. You jump from character to character trying to keep them alive. You can choose to kill the wolves here or spare them, but the latter is considerably harder. Eventually, Travis allows Caleb to bite him to make him think he has won, only for Laura to be standing there with the shotgun ready. She shoots Caleb's brains off, ending the fight and all the werewolves are released.

All but one.

Silas appeared to be unbothered by the fight, just silently whimpering on his spot. Here you get to make one last choice: let him live or put him out of his misery. If you let him live, he will keep infecting people, if not, he is reunited with his mother and they are both allowed to move on.

The game ends with the characters saying goodbye, but not for long, after all the police will want to hear from them. Yeah, it was a tough night, but they survived it and, what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

[yukidragon]

Our Life, but as Dark Fantasy

Okay, so, Our Life: Beginnings & Always by @gb-patch is probably the softest story I’ve ever fallen in love with. (And I will always scream from the rooftops that people should play it because I love it so much and it’s free to boot!) It’s slice of life and low stakes and the focus is entirely on the characters living life together and their relationships.

Despite this and enjoying working on my personal sorta novelization and adding in new scenes that fit the mood and add more excuses for fluff... suddenly a light banter scene from one of the parts of the game spiraled out of control into a plot thread of a dark angsty canon divergence with fantasy elements.

Like, I have no intention of writing a full blown story about it or anything. (Not like I’m doing for my preferred route through the game at least.) But, dang it, my passion for this game can’t be contained, and it’s running away with me. Plus, hey, why not grant Cove his deepest wish to finally meet a mermaid?

In other words, I took a fun and fluffy scene from the game and threw in an ominous note of foreshadowing to it at the end, which then blew up into its own post-game scene. Am I going to show it? What the heck, sure. Here’s the scene under a cut. Maybe someone else will enjoy it too.

Disclaimer - my version of Jamie might not match yours, and this is written in third person, so if you’d rather not read about that kind of fan content for Our Life, play the game instead. The writing will be rougher than what gets posted on @dragonandtiger, as this is first draft fooling around. Also, spoilers for Step 3.

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Cove pretended to sigh as he hung his head. “Maybe it’s for the best.” He peeked through strands of his hair at Jamie as he tried his best to keep a straight face. “Let’s say a merperson did happen to wash up on shore one day…”

He let the suggestion hang in the air for a moment as he turned to Jamie, wearing a faux doleful expression that did nothing to hide the smile in his eyes. “I could’ve lost my girlfriend to their magical underwater world.”

Jamie failed to stifle a chuckle, which quirked the corners of Cove's mouth upwards in response. "Sure, I'd go with the merperson," she teased, "but only if you could come with us too."

Cove didn’t try to hide his grin this time, his eyes lighting up with delighted surprise at the unexpected answer. “You’re a nice person, Jamie,” he said sincerely before he got back into character. He arched an exaggerated eyebrow, doing his best to display serious skepticism. “But what if they didn’t want me? Would you seriously stay on land?”

Jamie placed her hands on her hips and gave him a pointed look. Despite the ridiculousness of the conversation, she wasn’t about to joke on this point. There was nothing in this world that would make her choose to leave Cove behind - not even for some hypothetical mysterious other world full of magic and adventure. Though she offered no words in response, she grabbed onto his arm and clung to it with excessive possessiveness.

Despite the hint of actual seriousness that had crept into the playful debate, Cove couldn’t help but nearly chuckle when Jamie latched onto him, her silent message coming across loud and clear. He couldn’t help but smile softly and think of just how cute his girlfriend could be when she was, as he liked to call it, stubbornly affectionate.

Still, despite the moment of fondness, he wasn’t about to let the joke drop just yet. “If a beautiful, kind merperson falls for somebody, I’m pretty positive the sensible response isn't to turn around and say, ‘No thanks, I’m gonna stay on land with a normal guy.’”

“I don’t want that,” Jamie huffed. She puffed out her cheeks in an exaggerated pout, and Cove couldn't stop himself from chuckling a bit at the sight. She broke character to smile triumphantly at that, before she suddenly straightened up, her eyes lighting up with a brilliant idea. “I should get to be the mercreature, and then I’d invite you to the underwater world.”

“What?!” Cove blurted out, caught completely off guard by the suggestion. He stared at Jamie with wide eyes, his mind immediately already picturing the possibilities of what she might look like as a mermaid. It wasn’t too hard to visualize considering she was already wearing a swimsuit, and the image turned his cheeks pink with heat.

“That's…,” he began, only to falter for a moment. “You… as a mermaid…” He had to take a moment to again picture it, his mouth hanging open just a little in wonder. “That’s… I mean…”

When the idea finally finished crystalizing in his head, Cove couldn’t help but feel thrilled by it. “Yeah,” he said with a brilliant smile. “It’s a good idea.”

Jamie smiled, pleased to have had such a profound effect on her boyfriend. She adjusted her hold so that she held his hand in both of hers. “I’m glad you think so,” she said before her voice grew tender. Her dark blue eyes glittered with adoration as she peered deeply into his eyes of bright aquamarine. “Would you come with me?”

“I…” Cove faltered, staring at Jamie with wide eyes as his pulse quickened. Her gaze was electric, turning into nervous energy inside him that couldn’t be contained. Although he hesitated to remove the hand she held so tenderly, he fumbled with his free hand for something to fidget with and found the sunscreen bottle he had dropped earlier. He flicked at the cap, snapping it on and off again in an erratic rhythm.

After a moment, Cove closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to compose himself. “Of course I would,” he finally answered. He tried to keep sounding playful, but the words came out soft with his sincerity. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Jamie was beaming, her smile as brilliant as sunshine.

“Thanks, Cove,” she said as she laced their fingers together. “I’d be a happy merfolk.”

Cove returned the gesture, squeezing Jamie's hand as little giggles escaped him. While the whole conversation had been intended as a lark, he couldn't help but feel deliriously happy by the little fantasy they had crafted together.

Jamie leaned in closer to her boyfriend, pleased by how much of an impact her words had on Cove. She couldn't help but imagine the scenario like he was at that moment. It would be such a lovely story.

Or at least, it would have been if it only remained nothing more than a fantasy.

Jamie was swimming like her life depended on it. Limbs thrashing through the water, propelling her closer and closer to the shore. She fixated on nothing else but making it back to Sunset Bird and…

“Cove!”

…

Cove Holden was a wreck. It had been two weeks since Jamie had disappeared, and the police had nothing to offer him but empty promises that they were trying their best to find his girlfriend.

He tried to hold out hope and remain patient, but the longer Jamie was gone, the more he could feel himself breaking down. He had the support of those who cared for him, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the despair that grew just a little deeper each day that she remained missing.

Despite the fact that Cove and Jamie had moved out of their childhood homes not that long ago, he was now spending nearly every day at the Leimomi house like he did during his childhood. Only, instead of going there to visit Jamie, it was to help her moms get through this crisis - it was the closest he could come to feeling like he was actually doing something more than just waiting in agony.

Cove also took to wandering through the old neighborhood more. He knew it was irrational to expect to find Jamie in the places they hang out throughout their childhood, especially when he, her family, and the police already thoroughly checked the areas. Despite this, he found himself at the top of poppy hill.

It wasn’t long ago that Cove and Jamie were both running down the hill, laughing and playing together like children as they raced ahead towards their future. The moment had been so peaceful, so wonderful. He remembered wondering what he would feel when he thought back to that day.

He had his answer now - an overwhelmingly painful longing.

The poppies were gone, just like Jamie. The hill was just as green as it always was, even in late fall; the ocean was just as blue as it beckoned to him not far away. Yet, to Cove, poppy hill felt desolate.

Cove had intended to leave by sunset, but he had been lost inside his head until he noticed the moon hanging in the sky. Despite the obvious reminder that he needed to go home, that he had work in the morning, he found himself lingering still. A part of him dreaded returning to an empty apartment and a bed meant for two by himself.

Looking at the moon and the ocean reflecting it along with the stars above, Cove was reminded of the first time he met Jamie. The sight of the horizon was the same as back then, but the heartache he felt then was nothing compared to the hell he was going through now.

Cove didn’t bother fighting the tears that spilled from his eyes, as he wished desperately for a miracle. “Jamie…”

Only the sound of the waves answered Cove. He closed his eyes listening; he could almost swear he heard Jamie’s voice answer him from somewhere far away, calling his name.

Then his eyes snapped open wide as Cove realized he wasn’t just imagining it.

Cove was off like a shot, running for the oh so very faint sound of Jamie’s voice. He shouted her name, and he heard his in return as he raced down the hill towards the shore. Once he reached the sand, he scanned the empty beach for signs of life, for the barest glimpse of blue hair and even darker blue eyes.

Movement on the waves drew Cove’s eye back to the ocean. Someone was swimming towards the beach, stretching a pale hand towards the sky in a frantic wave for attention as they surfaced.

“Cove!”

Cove kicked his shoes off before reaching the water, diving in without hesitation. The choppy waves fought him, but he cut through each one with the experience of a lifetime of swimming in the ocean brought him.

“Jamie!” Cove shouted so that Jamie would know he was coming for her. In the dim light of the moon and starry sky, Jamie kept disappearing among the waves, the blue color of her long hair serving to blend in with the dark water.

But Jamie answered in a voice aching with relief, and he knew she had heard him. “Cove!”

When Jamie reached out her hand again, this time Cove was close enough to grab it. He seized her body close and for a moment there was nothing the two of them could do but hold each other, salt water and tears mingling together as their shuddering bodies pressed close while buffered by a turbulent sea.

It was a moment of relief so exquisite that it was almost painful.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last long. The water was too rough to remain there, so Cove shifted his hold on Jamie, hooking her right arm around his shoulders and guided her weary body back to shore. It wasn’t until his feet touched back down on the sand that he realized Jamie wasn’t doing the same, instead heavily leaning against him like a dead weight.

“Cove,” Jamie whispered, her voice hoarse from yelling and heavy with exhaustion. She reached out to him with her left hand, and the sound of metal clinking accompanied it. To Cove’s horror, he saw a shackle on her wrist, still dangling links of a broken chain. “Sorry… I need you… to carry me…”

Cove turned to Jamie, panic rising as questions rushed to his lips, when he finally got his first good look at her. He froze, his mouth flagging open as his eyes went wide and round as the moon.

Jamie’s legs were gone - in their place was a large fishtail covered in shimmering blue scales.

[freelancearsonist]

Late Night

Blinding Lights (Rock Band!AU)

Chapter One of Twenty-Nine

Rated MA for graphic sexual content, nicotine addiction, and language

3,016 words

A/N: Whew, here we are! I’m actually very happy with how this first chapter turned out even though there’s barely any plot. I hope you all like it! Please send me music, headcanons, ideas, and/or requests! Also, this series is based on the song “Blinding Lights” by The Weeknd if you couldn’t tell :)

It’s lighthearted and comfortably dim in the venue’s lounge, but Poe can’t focus, for the life of him, on the casual banter being exchanged between his bandmates—his friends, his family. He has your text thread open, his phone screen casting a small haze of light over his face. It makes the small cloud of smoke drifting out between his parted lips appear nearly pearlescent.

(Y/N): Hey, I swear I’m not stalking you or anything, but I saw you have a show in Boston tonight and I’m coincidentally in town for a conference. I’ll be free after nine if you feel like meeting up :)

The time stamp shows that you sent it around five, right before he went on stage. It was a small show this time around for only a couple hundred people, and your message was on his mind the entire time. He wasn’t sure if it helped him focus or if it threw him off, but the first thing he did when he set his guitar down was calmly walk to the lounge to check his phone.

“What’s goin’ on, Poe?” Finn’s voice breaks him out of his trance. Poe feels a little guilty for ignoring his friends while celebrating a successful set, but he can’t help it. He’ll drop anything for you if you ask him to. “I’ve never seen you this attached to your phone before.”

Poe’s lips part in a small smile as he tucks his phone into his pocket. He’ll feel the vibration when you finally send him a location pin, but for now he wants to focus on his bandmates. “Nothin’ important,” Poe lies easily. He runs a hand through his hair, intent on breaking apart his heavily-styled curls. He’s never been good with hair spray—he much prefers to leave his dark locks messy. “Might see an old friend tonight.”

“Friend or flame?” Rey asks with an amused smile and a raised eyebrow.

Poe chuckles at that. “Friend.”

Technically it’s the truth, but if they sense that he’s not being totally transparent they don’t press the issue.

It’s only five minutes past nine when you see Poe’s reply.

Poe: I always feel like meeting up with you. Drop your location?

You send him a pin instantly, leaning back against the plush pillows to kick off your heels.

The second Poe feels his phone buzz, he pulls the cigarette from between his lips and pushes the smoking butt into the ashtray on the small coffee table.

(Y/N): Room 504. Can’t wait to see you :)

“That your friend?” Rose asks quietly, tipping her head back so she can watch Poe pull on his jacket from where she’s comfortably sprawled out on the floor.

Poe just nods. “You guys don’t mind if I head out, do you?”

“Of course not!” Rey smiles brightly, waving her hand dismissively. “Have a good time. And please don’t get into any trouble.”

Finn gives his best friend a knowing smirk. “Yeah, we might not bail you out this time.”

Poe scowls playfully at his friends as he runs a hand through his curls again, trying to subtly check over his appearance in the wall-length mirror behind the couch Rey and Finn are inhabiting. “That was one time, guys. One time, and you won’t let me live it down.”

The media won’t let him live that one down, either, but he doesn’t bring that up.

“We’re just giving you a hard time,” Rose smiles kindly. “Go! Don’t worry about us. Just make sure you’re back by nine tomorrow, because we will leave without you.”

He’s sure they will. They have before.

The ten minute cab drive and the 60-second elevator ride up to the fifth floor feel like an eternity, and Poe can’t help letting out a relieved sigh when his fist finally comes into contact with your door.

It’s a pretty nice hotel, and your room is even comfier than the lounge the venue’s staff equipped for the band to stay in. It’s a simple room—just a bed, an armchair, a desk, a tv, and a small ensuite bathroom—but it’s clean and it smells pretty good. Everything associated with you smells pretty good. Especially your hair, which he gets a good whiff of as you start trailing your lips down the column of his throat.

“How was your show?” You hum, nipping at his pulse point as his fingers work your blouse out of where it’s tucked into your skirt.

“It was good,” he sighs, grunting as your hand traces down his chest and palms his half-hard cock through his jeans. “Smaller crowd. Dinner thing.”

You nod, pressing your lips to his as you busy yourself with unfastening the button on his pants. You can taste the faint, searing taste of nicotine in his mouth as his tongue works against yours. He doesn’t do dinner shows as often anymore since The Resistance is steadily becoming one of the most popular bands in the country, but they like to return to their roots every so often. Once upon a time, they played at bars and community centers for a living. Now, they fill entire concert halls. It’s nice to take a step back and appreciate how far they’ve come every so often.

He reluctantly pulls away and halts your hands so he can gently tug your shirt over your head, and you happily aid him by lifting your arms up. His hands are on your exposed torso in barely a millisecond, tracing over your stomach and your sides as he litters kisses over your flushed chest. Your hands forget his pants for a moment and trace up his spine to tangle in his curls, eliciting a sinful moan that vibrates against your skin and goes straight to your clit.

Poe’s fingers undo the button of your skirt as he sucks a mark onto your collarbone, and you let the article of clothing fall to the floor before you pull his lips back to yours. When he pulls away for air, you sink to your knees so he can’t keep distracting you from your goal of getting rid of his pants. He lets his jacket fall to the floor as you work down his fly, and then his shirt joins the pile.

He lets out a shaky huff of laughter when your fingers (not so) accidentally brush against his hardening cock. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I can tell.” You give him an amused look before pressing a kiss to his clothed length and pulling his jeans down to his knees. He stumbles a little when he tries to remove them, so you grab his hand and hold him steady, smiling at the sexy dork known as Poe Dameron. “Kind of stupid that we both have to go to a different state to get any time alone, huh?”

He chuckles airily at your observation. “No kidding.”

He thinks he’s about to melt into a puddle as your fingers work his boxers down his legs, and he knows he’s about to melt when your hand wraps around his impressive length. His hands tenderly tuck your hair behind your ears as your tongue wraps around his head.

“So what kind of con- conference is a… fuck! A florist going out… out of state for?”

You pull him out of your mouth with a small “pop”, smiling up at him as your hands twists the mixture of your saliva and his precum down his shaft.

“You’re seriously gonna try to get conversational while I’m blowing you?”

“Well, you jumped me the second I walked through the door,” he chuckles, his eyes fluttering shut as your fingers brush his sensitive head. “Didn’t give me a chance to catch up. Fuck, sweetheart. Just like that.”

“East Coast Small Business Owners’ Conference,” you explain simply. You dip his tip back into your mouth, drawing another groan from him before he replies.

“Thought that one…” He grunts. “Thought it was in… in D.C.”

You can’t help your proud smile as your free hand reassuringly grips one of his trembling thighs. “Usually is. Got moved. Now, can I finish sucking you off?”

He just barely thrusts his hips into your hand before affectionately tracing his thumb over your cheekbone. “Maybe later. Bed, please.”

You obey wordlessly, letting your soaked panties fall to the floor to give him a nice view of your ass. “Back?” You ask with a playful smile as you look at him over your shoulder. “Or hands and knees?”

Poe takes a moment to contemplate your question. He’s just about to say hands and knees when he realizes that he really feels like kissing you; a lot. “Back,” he sighs, hand wrapping around his dick to relieve some of the pressure. You look at him, pumping his cock at the sight of you with his lips parted in a breathless moan, and you realize that mutual masturbation is definitely something you guys have to try out later.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he pants, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face as he watches you spread your legs. “You’re dripping. All this from sucking me off?”

You laugh breathlessly as his big, warm hands start gently massaging your thighs. “I can’t help it if you have the nicest dick in the country.”

Poe nibbles at the inside of your thighs for a moment before just barely dragging his nose against your clit. “Speaking of the nicest things in the country.”

He licks a long, slow stripe up your folds, savoring the sweet taste of your juices. He hums his approval as he delves his tongue into your core. The action sends a shiver down your spine, and you let your hands trace down to massage your breasts as Poe’s thumb slowly starts to rub circles into your clit.

“Fuck, Poe…” You let out a sudden moan as he lightly pinches the swollen bud between his thumb and forefinger, and you can feel him smiling against your soaking cunt at the reaction. “Cocky asshole. You’re lucky I like fucking you.”

He pulls back, his thumb still tracing patterns into your clit, and he gives you the most prideful smile he’s ever mustered. “God, don’t I know it?”

You can’t help laughing at his goofy half-grin, releasing your tits so you can gently tug on his gorgeous dark curls. “You’re an idiot. Please come up here and fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles dutifully. His hands push your thighs up until they’re almost flat against your chest, and he can’t deny that he fucking loves the view of your pussy he gets from this angle. You’re gorgeous—flushed and plumped from your arousal and his mouth—and he wishes he got to see you like this more often. He situates your knees over his shoulders so you practically have your calves wrapped around his head, and you can barely contain your excitement. This is a position you’ve never tried before, and just from Poe rubbing his tip against your gushing cunt you can tell that it’s gonna be good.

“Okay?” Poe asks as he teases you with just the blunt head of his throbbing cock. One of his hands comes up and sweetly rubs your thigh, and you feel a surge of affection for him. But that’s not allowed, so you swallow it down and gasp a “yes”.

He pushes in slow, letting out the most beautiful groan as he squeezes your thighs. You know they’ll bruise, but you can’t be bothered to care when it feels so good. He’s beautifully thick to the point that every time feels like the first, and the little whines and moans he lets out as he bottoms out in your dripping core practically have you coming undone already.

“Gah… goddamn, sweetheart,” he gasps once his hips are flush against yours. “So fucking tight. Take me so well, dontcha?”

Any chance of a coherent reply is lost when he pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. With your legs out of the way, his thrusts are hitting deeper than they ever have before and the engorged head of his cock is already brushing against your g-spot and the most you can get out besides broken gasps is a needy moan because he’s quite literally fucking your brains out. Even stranger is the fact that you’re so incoherent when he hasn’t really started fucking you yet. He’s going slower than he ever has before, to the point where he’s not really thrusting but rather rocking against you.

“Fuck! Poe!”

Poe feels your walls start to flutter around his length, and his fingers are on your clit in a matter of seconds. He keeps his rhythm but uses more force, hips pushing into yours so hard that the sound reverberates throughout the room and you’d be embarrassed about the wet squelching sounds your pussy’s making but he’s shoving you over the ledge of pleasure so fast that you don’t have time to care. He continues rocking his hips all throughout your orgasm, but his hands grip your thighs and bring your legs down to wrap around his waist. He speeds up just a little bit, watching you come down from your high with a proud smile.

“That’s gotta be a new record, right?”

“Fucking… c-cocksure bastard,” you pant as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down to you.

He laughs as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your flushed skin. “You’re certainly pretty sure of it.”

You don’t know if you want to slap him or kiss him. Since he’s starting to fuck you a little faster, you decide you want to kiss him. He cups your face with one hand while he holds himself up with the other, slamming into you deep and hard. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt you this wet before but he’s certainly not complaining. If anything, he’s proud. He’s delighted that he has such an effect on you.

“God, I missed this,” he gasps as his thrusts start to become more erratic.

You laugh gently and start nibbling at his collarbone, a satisfied smile working across your lips as his breath hitches. “Wouldn’t have to… to miss me if you dropped in more often. We live in… shit, the same city. Most of—fuck, Poe—most of the time.”

He wants to make a smart remark, but you’re right. He doesn’t call you as often as he wants to. He’s already become too attached. 

“So close, sweetheart,” he mumbles as he buries his head back into your neck. “Feel so good. So warm and wet and tight and… fuck, m’gonna come. Where… where can I…”

“Inside. Birth control,” you explain quickly in response, pulling his head up by his soft curls so you can kiss him again. That does him in; he slams his cock into you once, twice, and then you feel his warm seed pumping into you as your walls convulse around him. The long, blissful groan he lets out combined with the warmth of his release sends you into a wonderful near-orgasm that shoots pleasure throughout your entire body until you fall limp, completely satiated and spent. He doesn’t pull out for a minute or two, instead opting to knead your trembling thighs and litter kisses over every exposed inch of your heaving chest.

“Okay?” He asks quietly once he’s regained the ability to speak.

“Yeah. Fuck, I missed that, too,” you laugh breathlessly. You let out a tiny whine when he finally pulls his softening length out of your plumped cunt, strangely satisfied by the feeling of his come trickling out of you. Apparently Poe’s satisfied, too, if the groan he lets out as he watches is any indication.

“That’s a sight I’ll never get sick of,” he chuckles as he sits on the edge of the mattress. You prop yourself up on an elbow and bite your lip as you watch him pull on his discarded boxers. Seemingly sensing your reluctance to let him go, he turns back and offers you a smile. “Just need to go for a quick smoke. Do you want me to stay tonight?”

“I always do,” you smile sheepishly. “Room key’s on the desk. I’m gonna take a shower.”

He smirks as he stands to retrieve his shirt and jacket from where he haphazardly threw them. “Don’t have too much fun.”

He doesn’t even bother lacing his boots as he stumbles out of the room, your key card in one hand and a small carton of cigarettes in the other. He almost told you, at the end. If he hadn’t bit his lip, his groan would’ve sounded a lot less like a moan and a lot more like three words that he isn’t supposed to say to the friend he’s casually fucking.

He runs a hand through his ruffled hair, the after shocks of his time with you still lingering throughout his body. As he takes a long drag from his cigarette and lets the cool Boston breeze surround him, he tries to convince himself that he only loved you in that moment, when you were making him feel too good to have a verbal filter.

But he knows that’s not the truth.

After he’s finished his cigarette and stomped out the butt, he quietly returns to your room and finds you already asleep. Your hair, still damp from your shower, is splayed out over your pillow as your chest slowly falls and rises. He strips back down to his boxers and turns off the light, careful not to wake you as he slides into the bed next to you.

He shouldn’t be here. He should’ve called the whole thing off the second he realized he wants it to become something more. But he can’t help being selfish. You’re the only part of his life that the public doesn’t get to see. He can’t help wanting to keep you, if only for that reason.

He knows there are a lot more reasons that he wants you all to himself than just that. But he’s too tired to overthink things for now.

THE END

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A Hole in the Head//2

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight 

Everybody was so kind to me last night. Here’s a thanks <3

Read here on AO3.

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The next morning finds Peter lounging in bed. When he stretches and twists against the silken sheets, his ass smarts from the sound spanking Tony gave it the night before. His morning wood aches at the reminder. After his punishment, Tony had rolled on a condom and fucked Peter on his hands and knees, the backs of his thighs giving his sore ass a pounding. He’d made Peter cum from his cock alone and then pulled out, shed the condom, and demanded that Peter suck him off. This cock just made you cum, baby, he’d said, fingers tangled in Peter’s hair. Treat it real good. Thank it, thank me.

The bedroom door opens. Peter sits up, breathless at the sight of Tony’s figure in the doorway.

“Thank God you’re here, sir,” Peter says. “I really don’t think I showed your cock enough gratitude last night.”

Tony steps into the room and Barnes appears following behind him. 

Peter’s mouth goes dry. God, in the afternoon light that streams through the window, Barnes is even more handsome than the dining room chandelier had made him out to be. His jaw is sharp and shadowed, lips full and downturned. The low brow disguises pale eyes and gives the impression that Barnes is always one disappointment away from murder. Nothing turns Peter on more. 

“Oh,” Peter breathes, putting a hand against his bare chest in the semblance of modest astonishment. “Two gifts? I get two cocks to worship?” 

Tony’s mouth has to work hard to keep its flat, unimpressed line. Barnes gives no outward reaction—a tough nut to crack, but Peter knows that the harder the work, the larger the payoff. “No gifts, Peter. You can show my cock gratitude later, though I doubt you’ll still feel moved to. I’m showing Barnes the panic room in the closet. You know it’s noon, don’t you? You shouldn’t lay in bed all day, pumpkin.” 

Without any further acknowledgement of Peter’s existence, Tony ushers Barnes into the large walk-in closet. 

Sighing, Peter slips from the bed, arching his back and stretching again just for the pleasant ache. He grabs fresh boxers to don after he showers and then takes up residence in the in-closet doorway, watching the two men. The panic room door is in the south wall, hidden by a line of Tony’s suits which have been pushed aside.

“Are we resetting the access code, sir?” Peter asks. 

Both men turn. Tony, used to seeing Peter in various states of undress, is more than likely just pleased he isn’t naked and doesn’t bat an eye. Barnes however is not used to it. Those stony eyes drag from Peter’s bruise-ridden collar bone down over his trim chest and abs, catching on the tent in Peter’s boxers (and yeah, it jerks just under the weight of that cold gaze) before following the line of his legs all the way down to the bare feet, toenails shiny with polish. 

Barnes takes it all in—and then he looks back at the panic room door and his eyes don’t touch Peter again. 

“Yes,” Tony answers Peter’s question. “We’re going to set it to something easy for Barnes to remember—” 

“It’s not my panic room,” Barnes interrupts, voice raspy. “If anyone is going to forget, I’d rather it be me instead of you or the kid. Just leave the code as it is, Mr. Stark; I’ll remember it.” 

Tony’s eyebrows lift above the rim of his tinted glasses. 

A complicated man, it’s a fine line between the authority that Tony’s likes having challenged and the kind that is likely to get a man in trouble. In his subordinates, he requires obedience (with only certain exceptions for creative flare). In his lovers, Tony loves the struggle. The intellectual challenge that comes with banter, the power-struggle of dominating a partner who doesn’t bend easily, the joy of breaking a brat. It’s one reason why Peter and Tony are so sexually compatible—both their needs are met in the other. But Barnes, Peter wonders, holding his breath. What kind of challenge is he presenting to Tony?

After a moment that likely only lasts a few heartbeats, Tony’s head tilts in concession. He brushes onwards so seamlessly that Peter doesn’t even get the chance to analyze what it all means. “If you insist. 774337 opens the door. It locks from the inside automatically upon being closed, and there is a mandatory twelve hour waiting period before the door will open. The only override requires both my thumbprint and Peter’s, so don’t go in there for shits and giggles unless you enjoy solitude.”

“Will that override work if you’re dead?” Barnes wonders. 

“Yes. The scanner isn’t picky about if the thumb is attached to a living person, nor if it comes from the left or right hand. It has prints for both. Should I be killed, feel free to exhume them; they won’t be doing me any good.” 

Feeling sick, Peter storms into the closet and rifles for the first set of clothes he can find. “I don’t want to listen to this,” he says around the knot in his throat. “Ned’s out of school, so I’ll be in the entertainment room.” 

“Okay—hey. Come here.” Peter reluctantly lets himself be pulled into Tony’s arms. They hug, not a hairsbreadth between them, Peter breathing in the scent of cologne. If he shuts his eyes, he can see Tony collapsed on the floor beside their bed, his blood black in the moonlight, chest open and wet and gaping. Squeezing his eyes shut, Peter tries to think of something else. But Tony knows. He always knows. “It’s okay, Pete. Barnes is here to keep the both of us safe. But you’re the priority.” 

“I don’t have to like it, sir,” Peter snarks. 

Tony tilts his chin up for a peck. Peter’s eyes open to see Barnes standing by the panic room door and yes, he’s watching them. Closing his eyes, Peter threads his fingers through the hairs on the nape of Tony’s neck and goes up onto his toes to keep their mouths connected, spreading his lips and coaxing Tony’s tongue from his mouth to suck on it, feeling the older man’s groan reverberate through his chest. When they part, the both of them are breathing hard. 

Barnes is taking slow, even breaths. Three counts in, four counts out. He’s leaning back against the panic room door watching Peter with a flat, unimpressed look. Peter rolls his eyes. 

“Tony, he’s even more boring than Steve,” Peter complains to his lover in a stage whisper. 

-

“—what do you mean she just wants to—Ned, on your right, coming up the- oh, nice shot—just wants to be friends? She was the one asking you for dick pics. Am I missing something?” Peter says into the comm of his headset. He sits cross-legged on the floor, back pressed against the sofa. “Are friends swapping nudes now?” 

“Not my friends!” Ned insists, voice tinny from the cheap headset he uses. Peter has offered to buy him one multiple times, but Ned insists that the old one is well broken in. Junky, Peter thinks. “I told her I wanted to take it slow—nice, good game, bro—but I didn’t mean this. This is like, all slow, no burn, you feel me?” 

“Oh, I feel—fuck!” When the television goes dark for the loading screen, a figure can be seen standing behind him. Peter wrenches the headset clear off and goes for the gun in the end table drawer, but as soon as he turns, he sees that it’s not (Beck, it’s not Beck, Beck’s dead!) some assassin. At least, it isn’t an assassin who is there to kill him. It’s Barnes. “Jesus Christ! Do you mind? Announce yourself when you enter a room, knock or something.” 

Peter picks up the headset. On the other end, Ned is freaking out. He knows vaguely that Peter’s boyfriend is in shady business (and that’s putting it lightly), knows about what happened last Spring regarding Beck just in the vaguest of terms. But still, he’s a good bro, he’s got a good imagination, and he worries. 

“Sorry Ned, it’s nothing. Just some asshole Tony has keeping tabs on me these days.” He glances over his shoulder but Barnes’s face doesn’t even change. Maybe his eyebrows are a little higher than they were, but nothing in his expression reads displeasure or anger. Just boredom, with maybe a hint of amusement. Peter isn’t the best at reading the nuances of expression; he prefers more straightforward body language. 

Rolling his eyes, Peter turns back to the loading screen and immediately mutes the other players in the lobby so he doesn’t have to listen to any twelve year olds argue over whose mom gives the best blowjobs.

“Whoa, dude, you’ve got a bodyguard now?” Ned asks. “That’s sick.” 

“You want him? I’ll loan him out to you. Twenty dollars.”

“Is he hot?” 

“You’re straight, Ned.” 

“Yeah, but you aren’t. I need data!”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yes, he’s hot.” 

“On a scale of one to ten?” 

Peter turns to appraise the older man. He feels anxious butterflies in his stomach that flap their condor-sized wings when he meets those fathomless eyes that show him absolutely nothing. He makes a show of raking his gaze over Barnes from head to toe, the messy hair that’s an obscene length, the cut jaw, the wide shoulders and trim waist. “Body, ten. Face, ten,” Peter admits. Barnes lifts an eyebrow. “Personality…four.” 

Any amusement drains out of the other man’s face. 

“Ouch,” Ned mutters, though Peter can hardly hear it over his own laughter. 

In four long strides, Barnes passes around the couch Peter sits in front of. He puts one combat boot on the cords coming from the back of the PS4 and Peter has just long enough to cry out an indignant hey! before the foot twists and jerks, pulling the power supply from the game console. The television goes dark. 

“What the hell are you protecting me from right now, bodyguard?” Peter asks, pulling his headset off. “Having a good fucking time? Congratulations! I sure dodged that bullet!” 

“We need to talk,” says Barnes. God, that voice. It’s lethal. He imagines how it’s rough cadence would compliment Tony’s smooth tones, the both of them above Peter, taking him apart, talking a stream of the most toe-curling filth. He blinks the image away.

“I’m way more likely to do what you want if you just ask, asshole,” Peter growls. 

Barnes laughs, a mirthless sound.  “As if, kid. You think I’m stupid? Tony and I spent the whole goddamn morning discussing you and the best way for me to manage you. He made it absolutely clear that you view the simplest requests as challenges, so this is not me asking you to talk. This is me talking. And this is you sitting on your ass like a good little boy and listening to me. Got it?” 

Peter stares, gobsmacked, for one endless moment. Equal parts aroused and furious, watching the scales tip back and forth in his mind, wondering which side will win. “He told you how I treat requests, huh? Did he tell you how I treat demands?” 

Barnes’s eyes narrow—but then Peter is up and vaulting over the couch. He doesn’t expect escaping to be easy (not by a long shot, Peter knows better than anyone how well trained Tony’s men are, how in shape they are) but he doesn’t expect it to be so difficult either. Barnes truly is the Winter Soldier. He takes chase immediately, more instinct than conscious decision, leaping the couch in one graceful movement. Peter can feel the thud of footsteps behind him before he’s even out the door. There’s no chance he can outrun this maniac. 

But Peter has home field advantage. He knows the nooks and crannies, the ins and outs of the place. He doesn’t bother feinting the wrong direction, just puts all of his energy into sprinting down the hallway towards the kitchens and into the pantry. The pantry door can bolt from the inside, all he has to do is reach it and then he can use the secret stairs to go up to the second floor—

He doesn’t even make it that far. One arm, hard as steel, slips around Peter’s waist jerking him back into a chest like a tree trunk. If this were Tony, Peter might be tempted to go lax—Tony spent many months pursuing Peter (literally and figuratively). While they might chase each other sometimes, Peter knows that it’s just to reaffirm Tony’s dominance. But Barnes has no dominance over Peter, yet, and there’s no way in hell Peter is going to let him take it easily. 

He throws his head backwards, but Barnes is so fucking tall that it just hits him in the solar plexus. Barnes drops to his knees taking him to the ground. Peter knows that any fight is almost always over once one opponent is on the ground, so he twists with all the strength he has, nails scratching at the clothed arm that pins him tight. One of his heels comes up to strike the assassin in the balls, and all the breath rushes out of him. He loosens his grip just long enough for Peter to slip away and down the hallway, out into the foyer, and then into the kitchen. 

The door slams on the pantry before Peter realizes—Barnes isn’t giving chase anymore. He pauses, breathing as silently through his mouth as he can, reaching down to adjust his hard-on (Jesus, where had that thing come from? Get it together, Peter!). What’s his play? What’s Barnes doing? Has he given up so easily? 

Peter creeps to the wall that has the secret stairs, slides open the panel and begins to ascend the steep spiral, tip-toeing so as to not make any noise. Upstairs, he slides open the panel that sits just outside his bedroom with Tony and waits, listening. No sound. Not that he’d be able to hear one over the blood rushing in his ears. He sticks his head out to look left and right like a child about to cross traffic—but the hallway is empty. 

Creeping out, he slides the panel closed behind him. He can’t remember if he shut the panel in the pantry, but fuck it. Too late to go back now. Inside his bedroom with Tony is a window that opens up onto the rooftop. It’s easy enough to shimmy his way down the drainpipe and let himself fall the rest of the way into the azaleas. The gardeners hate him, but who fucking cares? 

Opening up the bedroom door—Barnes is there standing out the window, looking out with his hands in his pockets like he’s admiring the view of the lawns and the in-ground pool. He glances back at Peter and gives him a smile like a shark’s. Pointing at the window, he says, “Hey, is this the one you like to sneak out of? Huh.” 

Peter slams the door shut. Heart in his throat, he almost makes it to the stairs when a cord tangles itself around his shins and sends him careening to the carpeted floor. He looks down in horror at the device Barnes has just throw to trip him like Peter is fucking cattle. 

“Did you just use a bolas on me?” Peter says, kicking his legs to free himself. By then, Barnes is on top of him, rolling him onto his stomach and putting a knee into his lower back. The pressure knocks the breath from his lungs. 

“I spent too many years living in Russia to count, kid. In Siberia, the Yup’ik kids play with these like toys.”

“Thanks for the culture lesson,” Peter grits out. His erection grinds harshly into the carpet, and he’s more than tempted to squirm and revel in the friction. God, he’s so turned on. No one in his life has ever made him feel this hot save for Tony. “Mind getting off of me, now?” 

“You done running?” Barnes asks. 

“Get up and find out.” Barnes threads his fingers into Peter’s hair and pulls up. There’s no holding in the moan that slips free of his open mouth. “Harder,” Peter begs, half-joking. Barnes makes a noise in his throat (disgust? Amusement?) before letting go so suddenly that Peter’s forehead nearly kisses the floor. 

“Listen to me, Peter.” Barnes’s voice is close as he speaks almost directly into Peter’s ear, but no matter how Peter shifts, he can’t feel the air from the older man’s breath. Tragic. “Tony warned me about everything. Your favorite ways to sneak out, your favorite hiding spots, all your tricks and games. He told me that you’d be like this, a runner, a fighter. Warned me that you might need put down in submission and shown who is in charge. Consider this in no uncertain terms: I am in charge. I am to keep you safe, and I’m going to do it, no matter what that means. We don’t have to be at each other’s throats as long as you follow the few rules that I have.

“Any move you make, you’re going to run it by me first so that I can take proper precautions to keep you alive. Whatever games you want to play aren’t going to phase me until they endanger you. Then you can expect me to put you down, just like this. Do you understand?” 

Peter’s head feels fuzzy from the adrenalin of the chase and the euphoria of being caught. He can almost see himself pinned there on the floor like a bug beneath the larger man’s shoe, as if he is outside of his own body, but there is no more giddiness or fear. “Yessir,” Peter slurs. He drools on the carpet.

Above him Barnes withdraws from crushing Peter’s pelvis into the floor and Peter wastes no time in grinding his erection into the carpet, groaning as the sensation bursts across his sensitive skin, neurons sparking like fireworks. 

“Jesus, kid,” Barnes mutters. 

“How’s it going?” Tony asks, coming up around the last step of the stairs. He eyes Peter on the floor and his face twists, torn between sympathy and amusement. One of Peter’s hands reaches out, hips arching away from the floor and then back down in an absolutely obscene movement that can be mistaken for nothing besides what it is. “Aww, baby,” Tony purrs, eyes glittering. “Did big bad Bucky put you down? Been a while, huh?”

“To-ny,” Peter whines, far breathier than he’d like. But in this fuzzy place, nothing embarrasses him. When Tony offers Peter a hand, he can’t help but nuzzle against it, the contact burning in the best way. Tony helps him up onto shaky legs and Barnes reaches down to untangle him from the bolas. 

“We’ll be—ah, indisposed for the rest of the afternoon, Barnes, thank you,” Tony says. 

“‘s he coming too, Tony?” Peter asks, looking up the man—Tony! Tony Stark, Peter’s god, his idol, his master, his home and safety.

Tony’s smile wanes. He clears his throat, tucking Peter under his arm while one hand comes up to rub at his sternum the way he does only when the scar beneath his shirt aches. “No, kid. Just us. Bucky will be right outside though, won’t he? Keeping us safe.” 

Barnes nods, his head bowed in deference to Tony as the man passes by, and it’s the last thing Peter sees before the bedroom door closes and Tony becomes the center of his universe.