#halfway a rant halfway a note to say i didn't die

[altruistic-meme]

life update: been incredibly dead and stressed about outside shit. been having approximately SIX Major Life Crisis’ at the same time. panicked while realizing that time didn’t freeze because i was/am depressed and now i have to make Decisions about whatever the fuck im doing next in life. car was dead for a week and that fucking sucked. had a fight with my mom and now i feel even more stressed in her presence than before. allergies are now kicking my ass by making my nose runny and my throat kill me. 

despite it all though, im trying not to be kept down:

i just went through my half-written scenes from the dare(d) universe (name subject to change soon as it slowly grows), found out that i have ~8k words written but most of the scenes are from much later in the story. but hey it’s a start. decided to take a pottery class whenever i actually remember to save a weekend to schedule it just so i can get my hands on something tangible and maybe meet some people. went Depression Shopping for food to keep me from being sibling 3/6 to be hospitalized from lack of nutrition after moving out. now i have food that is enough to keep me alive and doesn’t cost every ounce of my energy to prepare.  watched all 4 Hunger Games movies bc i don’t think i’d ever seen them all.

suez canal post slowed down much faster than i expected, maybe because it was started early. still getting lots of notes, but we’re no longer drowning in them. trying to figure out where i can just take a plane to and spend a week to escape my home for a while.

so im struggling but i am fucking alive and at this point, that’s what we’re aiming for. <3

[hacked-by-jake]

SPOILERS

Alright I have way too many thoughts and emotions so there ain't no way I'm gonna be able to organize everything into a nice sentence but I still gotta get it out 🤣🤣

First off, my notes app with some of my thoughts I wrote down while playing (in chronological order):

Where's Jake?

No premium?

Why and where is nymos

Why are we playing candy crush instead of hacking

Again: Where's Jake, he prob sees our chats and knows whats happening (hopefully)

The characters seem like an almost identical reflection to duskwood

What happened to Richy, please don't die on me 😩

Where's the others

We're now paying to see the secret chats

Why's this game taking so much of my money

Ash really be making me cry about Jake again 🥴

Eric be throwing himself at us when I still want to stay loyal to my hacker boy 💀

The ending: I KNEW MY BABY WAS ALIVE I LOVE HIM, I DEMAND HE TALKS TO US NEOW 👹

AND ALAN I MISSED HIM TOO MWAH MWAH

Rant 1:

The money milking makes me sick and don't even get me started on the ai 🫡 I spent 17 bucks today, halfway through the first episode and already out of all the materials I bought. It's disgusting how Everbyte has completely flipped and is practically scamming their players. Based on the prices, it's almost 3 dollars to view one picture 🙄 I would be more than happy to buy a premium package like duskwood for $20 or even 30 but $17 for not even half an episode is a crime 😭😭

Rant 2:

It's crazy how long this game took and yet it's way worse than duskwood. I was expecting a few additions, not subtractions.

Rant 3:

There is no way to see previous media and calls like in duskwood and no chat history like they promised. I never would've thought it was possible, but these mini games are way worse than duskwoods. And I realized how childish it all looks, I hate how we get no explanation for anything we're doing in the game.

Conclusion:

I'm pissed but seeing the anonymous mask gave me life. I need to go replay duskwood to cleanse myself of moonvale 😮‍💨

Pahahaha you're really killing me with your thoughts, I love your humor so much. 😭

I really should also start to write down my first thoughts while playing but I fear I will write down something to every little sentence I read. xD

But it's so true, where's Nymos? Give us Nymos back! My emotional bond with this unreal little dude is huge so I seriously need him. It's literally a program but it's a he you can't change my mind because I imagine Nymos as Jake best friend who's exactly like Jarvis from Marvel. (Sorry if you don't know it but then I really recommend you to watch the Iron Man movies. (Actually all marvel movies but we're talking about Jarvis here so you best see or more like hear him in Iron Man)

Btw my headcanon is that Nymos is not just any program but also an AI. So and now I will expand the headcanon and say Nymos is an AI that is against AI art and nobody can stop me, hehe.

The Candy Crush comparison makes me laugh every time and it hurts me because it’s true. xD

The thing with the characters being identical with the Duskwood characters... It's a hard topic in my eyes.

Some people say it way too early to judge this. And it's true. We didn't saw much now. But I do think we can already judge them a bit by what we saw. And when we compare it with how the Duskwood characters were in the first episode, I do think you can see that there's not much yet, sadly.

Like, we had Thomas, the idiot in love with problems to take criticism. We had Jessy the hanger-on that were clinging to Dan but then decided to change sides. We had the funny sunny boy Richy. The pretty cold acting Cleo. We had bitchy Lilly and of course we had the grumpy and unfriendly Dan. They all acted pretty strong from second one, in my eyes.

But I somehow absolutely don't think the Moonvale characters are like the Duskwood characters. Because well, I really think they need stronger personalities.

We have Eric who's a pretty normal guy and even though he tripped twice in one episode he's not at all like Thomas.

We have Ash who's like a very, veeery light version of Jessy and Lilly, in my eyes. Somehow kind but somehow absolutely not trustworthy.

We have Violet who's just.. there sometimes. Even the drunken police chief is more expressive.

Well and Charlie is.. Somehow like Richy and in my eyes has the strongest personality so far.

Oh and not to forget Brian who wasn't even there. Lol.

So yeah, I understand both points but I might see it a bit differently.

"Why's this game taking so much of my money" had me on my knees, laughing and crying at the same time because it's almost funny what Everbyte did and it's just as sad.

During my first playthrough I was also like: Someone give me a crucifix I need to get rid of Eric as soon as possible.

But while replaying I just had to see what happens if you decide to get closer with Eric and I swear it didn't disappoint me. It was hilarious and truly, I want this with Jake. I need such a chat with Jake! Everbyte, please!

I mean, I'm not flirting with Eric because I think he's hot or anything. Sadly, his character isn't interesting to me in this sense. (I need the mysterious guys xD) But I just had to try it and I mean, who knows if it will be important later. It's manipulative, I know, but don't judge me. And also, there's still this little hope for a jealous Jake. *ahem* Sorry, I promise I still feel bad for flirting with someone else. 😩

But gosh, the side story end. It was worth all the wait, really. I said before, I don’t forget about the negative things because of it but I'm just a silly, lonely, disappointed girl in love with a fictional hacker, let me have this adrenaline boost!

And yes, I was so happy when I saw Alan's body cam. I immediately knew what that means but at first I was just so happy to "see" Alan as well. I really like this guy, I can't stop myself.

About rant 1: I love the comparison with "So expensive is a picture" it is just as true and actually shows again how incredible it all is. I’ve said my opinion many times now, and I still want to protect Everbyte and give them a little empathy. But it's sadly just true.

I had a thought about that (what you said in rant 2) before and wanted to make a post about it later. So I hope it's okay if I get to it later.

Rant 3: This is actually one of the things that botherse the most. We can't rewatch calls, videos and pictures. The chats are disappearing and are gone forever. And they told us it will be different and that's so annoying. Not being able to see it in the app is just bothering for me. And yeah, that they broke the "promise" is as well. We all were so happy about the chat thing and now...

I actually like the look of Moonvale even if I would prefer something much darker. Especially with the mini games. The background is AI, of course, so. It would look much better with a real background.

And the damn mini games... I loved the ones in Duskwood so much. I really did. It was so much fun and I was one of the people who found them very easy.

But now the Moonvale mini games. By lord. Even though they're much easier for me in my replay, the first time I was actually this close to throwing my phone against the wall. I mean, I even went to sleep at some point and finished the game the next day! Everyone who follows me since duskwood knows I would rather shave my head than that. But they're just pain. And I seriously hope Everbyte will make them a bit easier or give us moves! Because this was often the biggest issue for me. Not enough moves. But they want you to buy gems so... 😒

Your conclusion sound good. I'm definitely planning to replay Duskwood as well. If I want or not. I have to. I need the comforting atmosphere and my emotional support hacker.

So I would say, see you in Duskwood, my detective friend. 🫡

No, jokes aside. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me and us. As I said, I love your humor and the way to describe the things. And I really enjoyed answering it. 💚

I hope you could calm down a bit as well. I definitely needed some days before I could see it more clearly.

And as always a huge pleasure to see you here again. 💚😌

[borrowedtimeandspace]

Picking Up the Pieces 1/3

1 [here] | 2 | 3

AU: A Patient, and Time (Donna AU); direct continuation of December Without Roses

Note: the angst continues because I said so

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Donna Noble lay on her bed, dead to the world.

The Doctor stood silently over her. He ignored the slow loss of feeling in his fingers as his hands clenched into fists in his pockets.

This was for the best. Donna would be with her family, and get on with her life. As long as she didn't remember anything about her travels in the TARDIS. As long as she forgot her friends and, even worse, the woman she had become along the way.

Everything in the Doctor’s body felt like it was hanging on by a thread. He wanted nothing more than to stay by her side until she woke up, to tell her everything and have his best friend back. But that was impossible now. Letting himself break down would do no one any good. He had to be strong. Sylvia and Wilfred were waiting, and the Doctor wasn't the only one grieving Donna’s loss.

His eyes slid slightly to the left of the bed.

“Zepheera.”

The borrower, similarly standing watch over Donna on the nightstand beside the bed, hadn't spoken a word to the Doctor since they left the TARDIS. After the fuss she'd put up before– for good reason, considering she had no say in what happened to Donna– her silence in the aftermath was almost unsettling. It had been so long since he'd seen Zepheera this quiet.

Even now, she seemed to ignore him. He took a gentle step closer and reached a hand toward her, one knuckle on track to nudge her shoulder. “C’mon, let's–”

“I'm not leaving her,” she snapped, swatting his finger away before he could make contact first.

The Doctor blinked and pulled his hand back. The actual blow hurt far less than the venom in her tone, the way she turned her back on him completely, arms crossed tight over her chest.

He waited a breath before trying again. “We can't stay. She's going to wake up soon.”

“Then she shouldn't be alone.”

With a sigh and a glance toward Donna to make sure she was still out cold and hadn't stirred, he drew closer and knelt next to the nightstand to be closer to Zepheera's level.

“I know it hurts. She can't be reminded of us, anything we–”

“Don't patronize me!” Zepheera spat, shooting a glare at him over her shoulder. “I heard you the first time.” 

The Doctor winced. Of course, she was still angry with him. Though he'd done his best to ignore them as he wiped Donna’s memory, he wouldn't soon forget her wailing sobs when it was done. The way she screamed “Don't touch me!” right in his ear when he attempted to comfort her.

She scrambled away from him as soon as she could, ending up on the old seat next to the console as the Doctor sank to the floor with Donna halfway across his lap. When she demanded a proper explanation for what he did, he gave it freely. Zepheera deserved to know that Donna could no longer be a part of their lives and why.

“You didn't even try,” Zepheera had murmured once the Doctor was done. She spoke numbly and wouldn't look him in the eye. “You could have told me, we could have looked for something else to make her better–!”

“There was nothing else,” the Doctor maintained. “Wiping her mind was the only way to keep her alive. I'm sorry I didn't involve you, but if I didn't act quickly, she was going to die–”

“Then WHAT is the POINT of us?!”

The Doctor clenched his teeth as Zepheera rounded on him, tiny violet eyes overflowing with tears once again.

“We're meant to save people,” she went on, fire in her eyes and a grit in her voice. “She didn't want to give that up, she was brilliant at it! So what good are we if we can't even help her stay?!”

His hearts sank as Zepheera's angry rant petered off into soft crying. Donna had expressed a similar sentiment when the borrower's condition was at the worst point they'd both seen. Back then, he wasn't sure if Zepheera was even awake or lucid enough to hear their conversation. Regardless, the concern his companions had for one another was palpable.

It shouldn't have ended this way.

“I'm sorry,” he breathed. He'd said it before, but he needed her to know he meant it. “I am…so sorry. But I had no choice…”

“Well, at least you got to say goodbye!”

The Doctor didn't have an answer to that in the moment. He still didn't, and that led him to concede to Zepheera's wishes now.

“Okay,” he whispered. He slowly pushed himself to stand, pocketing his hands once again. “Wilf, Sylvia…they need to know what happened.”

“Better tell them, then.” The numb tone was back, and Zepheera's gaze moved to fix squarely on Donna.

The Doctor gave an equally numb nod, and before he could think to stop himself, he added, “Don't let her see you.” 

“I'm not an idiot,” Zepheera scoffed. “I'm a borrower, and a damn good one. Out of sight is our whole thing.”

He took her point and turned to go. When he made it to the door, he chanced a glance back toward Zepheera.

“Do you…” The Doctor doubted this was the time to ask, but he wasn't sure when the right time would be. “If you didn't want to travel with me anymore after all this–,”

From across the room, Zepheera truly did look so small. The Doctor could almost forget that when he put in such effort to keep her close. And it did nothing to lessen the vitriolic effect of the scowl she locked him in as she whipped around, cutting off his question. The Doctor found himself stiffening from head to toe under that gaze.

“Don't you dare,” growled Zepheera. She swept an arm up to indicate the slumbering human beside her. “We've lost Donna. And yes, that saved her life, but it is not okay. We are not okay. I might be cross with you right now, but I'm not leaving you alone after this, and you will NOT leave me behind, too!”

The Doctor's lips pressed into a thin line as his head hung in acknowledgement of her words, ones not at all dissimilar to those he'd used to invite her to stay with him in the first place. 

“I'll come back for you,” he promised before he stepped beyond the threshold, out of Zepheera's sight.

[thereallucifer666]

Playing the song was a welcome distraction. It allowed him to focus on the notes, as well as Chloe's smile, instead of whatever was going on inside of him. If he had his way, the song would've never ended and they would've played it all night.

But of course, that wasn't how things worked. The song eventually did end and silence fell over the penthouse. And with the silence came the return of those dark feelings, clouding his chest like a miasma.

He didn't say anything when she mentioned the funeral, keeping his eyes on the keys as the battle raged on inside him. He eventually lost the fight with that last statement of hers.

"Hard?" He asked, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Please. I've been around for millennia. I've seen more death than anyone would even hope to see. This is nothing new."

He got up from the piano bench and paced away, scratching anxiously at his arm. "And what should I care? One small, sad human life shuffling off this mortal coil because he went and did something foolish. Why would that bother me? Why should it?"

He was unaware of it, but he was cracking. Even with him lashing out in anger, his voice shook and he spoke far too fast. He continued pacing in aimless strides around the room as he spoke.

"It makes no difference to me. Humans die. It's what they do best! It's the only thing they have to look forward to. What, because we got along alright, I should care what happened to him? Because I don't! I don't, I..." Halfway through his ranting, he had begun to breathe too heavily and tears had begun to fall from his eyes without him noticing. But finally, it all became too much for him and he could no longer speak, collapsing onto the couch with leaning over his knees with his head in his hands. "What's happening to me?"

Lucifer lifted his hands from the keys, glad for the momentary distraction as she wracked her memory for any song she knew how to play. When he heard the opening tune of Heart and Soul, he had to laugh.

"You joking?" He asked. At her smiling and shaking her head, Lucifer let his arms drop onto the keys again and said, "Well, alright."

Then he picked up playing the other half of the song and the room was soon filled with the jaunty piano song by Hoagy Carmichael. He glanced over at Chloe and saw she was smiling brightly as she played and it must've been infectious, because it caused him to smile too.

[sxdmoonchxld]

Proven Wrong | KTH

Taehyung x reader

Words: 4k+

Genre: smut

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)

a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!

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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.

Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.

"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.

That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?

The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.

"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.

Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming. 

You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.

"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.

"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.

"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.

"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.

"Tae?" You questioned meekly.

"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.

"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.

"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.

"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva.  Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other.  You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.

"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.

"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.

"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts.  The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.

He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.

"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.

"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.

He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.

Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.

"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.

Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.

Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.

"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.

"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.

"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.

But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.  

"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.

"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.

"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.

"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?

"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered

Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.

Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.

Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.

"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.

"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.

Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."

The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.

"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.

"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.

Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.

"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined

"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.

Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.

You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.

Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.

In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

[fonulyn]

So my partner is amazing and let's me ramble about RE to them whenever I want to, and even sat down to watch Vendetta with me when I bought it, so the other day I was like explaining Leon and Chris' characters (bc my partner knows how much I love them both lmao so of course that's what I was talking about), and we have both come to the conclusion that Leon is a bisexual disaster, and Chris is a homosexual. The running joke is that Leon is also just generally a whore, out there living his best life, and Chris is the kind of gay guy who no one expects to be gay bc of stereotypes and his habit of never really talking about himself, but he also was never really in the closet about it, so he's surprised whenever people are surprised to learn that he's gay lolol but in all seriousness Leon is not only bisexual, but he's the type to fall in love easily despite all of his background and trauma related to betrayal, so his heart is almost continually broken, either bc he's betrayed or he loses whoever it is he's found himself in love with (and sometimes both i.e. Krauser, and Ada at the end of RE2), either through death or just leaving bc he knows he can't stay/can't be with whomever. As for Chris, maybe I'm reading into it wrong, but despite all of the like, romantic connotations they try to put into some of his games (which I don't. Really see? Like there was some in the first game with Jill but I just cannot see them together like that, neither seem interested in one another like that. And of course, Jessica, who I can't stand, and who Chris is supposedly totally oblivious to? Like she thinks he didn't notice her flirting in RE revelations, and Parker is like "is it that, or is he maybe interested in someone else?" And the assumption there is that he means Jill, but again, I don't see it? Even in that game! But that line of Parker's always makes me think "yeah, he's more than just interested in someone else, he's playing for a whole nother team entirely!" lmao. And I haven't seen much for 5 but I'm sure it's there between Chris and Sheva, and then for 6 from what I understand there really is hardly any talk of Chris in regards to any women at all? 8 has nothing, as well, and the DLC for 7 is just another "Chris loses his entire team in horrific fashion yet again" side plot, so nothing there either), he never seems interested. He's always focused on the task at hand, not letting emotions get in his way, and like, some could argue that that's why he doesn't show interest or why Capcom doesn't create more romantic lore around him, but if they really wanted to Make Sure he was straight and Make Sure everyone playing these games knew that, I imagine there would be some one line little hints in the games of him talking about how he can't let himself get distracted, or in his line of work there are no happy endings or what have you, but. There's none of that. Bc he isn't forcing himself not to be interested, he isn't purposefully focusing on saving the day so he doesn't have to get hurt knowing he can never have whichever high potential for a dope ass protag female character who's constantly sacrificing herself to save him bc what better purpose could they serve, right Capcom?, he's just. There, doing his job and trying to save whoever he can, not getting distracted in anyway whatsoever by any of the women in his life, romantically at least. He still cares way too much, but it never comes off as romantic to me in pretty much any way. Also the note he leaves in his STARS locker in RE2remake, Claire being like "this doesn't sound like Chris at all!" Is funny to me bc like, I don't really remember so correct me if I'm wrong, but she doesn't elaborate on WHY that note doesn't sound like Chris lmao is it bc he's respectful to women at all times and doesn't ever objectify them, probably hates when other people do? Or is it bc he would never be interested in women in this way ANYWAYS, the man is so gay, he must have left this note so that Claire would know something is Up, bc her brother is Such a homosexual.

Anyways sorry, I just wanted to ramble/get your opinion on this. Over-analysing RE is actually really fun lmao

haha not gonna lie, I opened your ask in the car on the grocery store parking lot and tried to read it on my phone, and gave up squinting at the small screen halfway through :'D now that I'm back at my laptop though, lol, all good :'D

first of all I'm happy you have someone to ramble to even though they aren't into the thing themselves! :D I regularly rant about RE fandom things to my brother haha and he listens patiently although he isn't in the fandom at all, he's only played the games and that's it. but he still listens to my shippy rambles lol.

as for your thoughts? makes sense to me tbh. I definitely headcanon Leon as a bisexual disaster most of the time, because it does seem fitting. maybe it's partly because I think he's absolutely breathtakingly stunning and it'd be a shame to deny anyone that, so, naturally he wouldn't care about such trivial things as gender, pfth, love is love.

also Leon falling in love easily? absolutely. too damn easily. c'mon this is a man who gets attached to anyone who shows him even the tiniest amount of basic kindness in the matter of minutes. he canonically forms attachments with Claire, Ada, Krauser, Helena, Buddy and JD (JD 😭)... whoever else am I forgetting? but this is the guy who meets someone and would die for them five seconds later. so. it tracks.

and you know what, I can 100% see Chris being only into men. because like. I don't see the romance there either when he's interacting with the women in his life? okay, sure, I could imagine something there between him and Jill if pressed seeing the way he so single-mindedly wants to save her and then holds her in the scene after they get that thing off her chest. maybe. but even there it doesn't really feel super romantic to me, personally.

in the first game with Jill there's not... a lot of romance I don't think? sure she falls asleep against his shoulder in the evac helicopter but i mean, i've fallen asleep against a friend like that? not an indication of romance? they're clearly important to each other! i am not trying to diminish their importance to one another at all! they'd die for each other and they'd do anything it takes to protect each other and i do think their relationship is compelling but... i don't really see anything inherently romantic in it.

and Jessica, yeah, Chris is 100% oblivious to her advances. it is implied in the game that he's into Jill instead but other than that there's again zero actual romantic interaction between Chris and Jill. I was actually talking about this with my brother, who said the same, like there were so many chances in Revelations to put something romantic in there between Chris and Jill but there just. isn't? anything? except for Parker's comment. which is why it felt so damn out of place? (and like my brother would've wanted to ship Chris and Jill, he was kinda bummed about this i feel :'D) so interpreting it to mean he's not interested in women at all would actually make more sense lmao.

as for RE5, I've played it twice (with my brother lmao do we see a theme here) and honestly I don't remember anything in the game that would've insinuated anything more than solid partnership between Chris and Sheva?? if someone who's more familiar with the game wants to correct me on this, then please! but at least off the bat I can not remember anything so I think they actually didn't try to even hint at romance for them?

and in RE6 Chris is way too focused on killing "Ada" to have any thoughts about anything else :'D so no. no mentions in there regarding him and any women. at all. not even hints of Jill which is so incredibly weird (and stupid tbh) bc she was made to be so important to him in RE5 and then doesn't even get a mention in RE6? (/shakes fist damn you capcom! the characters exist outside the games they're in!)

I think that's pretty much the main difference between Chris and Leon tbh. Chris sees the job at hand, and he knows it'll help, he knows it'll save people and it'll make the world safer and he's so single-mindedly focused on the job that he sees nothing else. while Leon sees people, for the better or for worse, and he is willing to take detours if it helps even one person in the meantime. like in RE6, Leon willingly ignores the task at hand to go help just about anyone. Chris doesn't want to pause even when pressed bc he has an end goal in mind.

and bear in mind, I am not trying to say this somehow makes Leon better or Chris better or anything. they're both doing this to help. they both have their heart in the right place. they both care. but they're just so different! their personalities, and their way of dealing with things is different! I feel Chris is really target oriented and wants to get the job done. while Leon's easily distracted from it, because of all the damn feelings :'D

but yeah. i love them both, and i think it's really damn fascinating how they're both the good guys, the heroes of the franchise, but they both take to things so differently.

i don't know if any of this makes sense, I think i rambled too :'D but hey-o, it was fun lmao.

and hey no need to apologize at all!! always feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna chat!

[buckyswheezes]

Perfectly Fine (Pt. 8)

Premise: “You know why I don’t like you? It’s because you’re a natural. You’re naturally kind, naturally good-looking; you can wear trash bags and still look perfectly fine. You’re naturally intelligent and excellent in everything you do. It’s like you naturally get what you want, you don’t have to work hard for it. You don’t have to pretend because people naturally like you.”

Or Bucky found out that the new oh-so-perfect Junior Accountant of Stark Industries isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

"Oh my god, y/n! You're so gorgeous!"

"So, Ms. Perfect finally arrived looking more dazzling than ever."

"Y/n, you're about to get arrested 'cause you're killing all the boys in the hall."

You can't even count the number of compliments thrown your way as Wanda dragged you across the floor, past the lavishly-dressed people with champagne in their hands. At the same time, party music blasted through the giant speakers. You smiled and gave whoever complimented you your thanks. You were surrounded by people; all smiling, all are happy, all love you.

You listened to their stories, laughed if it's funny, replied when asked a question, and gave advice when needed.

"You know, I think I'm gonna give him a second chance." One of your colleagues shared. "He seems sincere when he promised he'll make it up to me." Her eyes twinkled in hope.

When she cracked a joke, you laughed.

It was always like that; you listen, you give advice, you encourage -it was never the other way around. You never shared your life's stories; you never cracked jokes. There was never a time when you ranted out your problems to them because what could you possibly say?

"Wanda, guess what? My goddamned mother, who left me when I was 6, married a rich guy! And you know what that filthy witch did? She didn't tell her husband that she has a daughter. Fantastic, right? Then, after all this time she's gone, my runway-model-like sister appeared on my front door and told me our mom wants to see me. You know why? Bingo! 'Cause, she's dying!"

Another colleague of yours arrived and complimented you. You smiled and said your thanks.

"Just like in dramas, right? I'm the cold-hearted child who won't forgive her mom. Well. Yeah, that's me. I'll never forgive her, not in this lifetime."

Another colleague cracked a joke. You laughed.

"Yeah, I hope she dies and suffers in hell."

You continued to smile and laugh with the people around you. They're all happy. Even your selfish, cruel, and hypocrite of a mother became happy with her new family. Why is it as if you're the only one who can't get what you want? Why?

You're surrounded by people, but why do you feel miserably alone?

"You don't look good."

A familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts. All heads turned towards James, who just arrived, and he stood there; frowning, worry evident in his eyes. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. "If you'll excuse us."

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" You asked back, still wearing your dazzling smile.

"Drop the act, doll."

In a flash, your smile vanished, and for the first time, you let him see how lonely and vulnerable you feel. You didn't care this time.

"How?" You whimpered. "How do you know? How can you see through me?"

And this was the real reason why you hated him; why you avoided him. He could see what others couldn't. He could see that your smiles are fake, that you're troubled, that you're angry, and that you're scared. James Barnes could see why you tried so damn hard to hide and that scared you.

You were scared that if he sees all of it, see you for who you really are; he would leave. But now that he knows, he's still here. Doing things you didn't expect. Doing things you didn't understand.

And when you don't understand something, you get scared.

James' warm hands came upon your face, cupping both your cheeks. The gesture comforted you, and you relished in his touch. Your peace, however, was brief, cut short by the ringing of your phone.

You took a deep breath before answering the call.

"Y/n, please. You don't have to talk to her or anything. Just see mom, please."

"I won't see her. She can die right now; she'll do me a favor if she does that." You spat, and before your half-sister could speak again, you ended the call.

"That was my half-sister. She wants me to go and see the woman who abandoned me."

"Do you wanna see her?"

You scoffed. "Yeah, right."

————

"What the fuck, James! Just what the fuck!"

You let your guard down for one second, and the next thing you knew, James was on the phone with your sister, then your halfway across the city, and now, here you stood, bickering with him in a hospital corridor.

James stared at you intently. It was the look you hated, the look that penetrated through all your lies and pretense. "Tell her anything you wanna say." You glared at him, but he didn't budge. "It doesn't matter what it is; tell her to go die, tell her to fuck herself," He paused caressed your cheek. "Tell her what you want; you owe yourself that."

James reached for your hand and squeezed it tight.

"Whatever it is you tell her, good or bad when you come out of that room, I'll be here for you." He promised, then pulled you into a hug before kissing your lips. "I'll be here."

With trembling hands, you reached for the doorknob and twisted it open. You were going to see the first person who ever left you, rejected you, and abandoned you. You felt a lump in your throat.

Forgive? How do you do that? How can you forgive the person who wronged your entire existence? She was the last person you believed would never betray you, but she did. She broke your trust; she abandoned you. How could you forgive that person? You don't know how.

Funny, you thought you would break down and cry at the sight of your mother; pale, sickly, thin.

The woman opened her eyes, focusing on you. She recognized you. "Do me a favor, y/n. Don't forgive me. Hate me, y/n."

You stepped closer to her. "Why? To calm your twisted conscience? To know that even in your wake, one person is cursing you until' your death; then you'd feel sad and that would make up for the years that you were happy?"

She didn't speak for a while, and when she finally did, she said. "Yes, that's what I want."

"You're really… something." You shook your head in disbelief. "You want me to keep hating you? Sorry, but no. I won't. I won't let you do that to me."

Feeling braver than you've ever felt in your whole life. You reached out and tenderly held your mother's hand.

"Because of you, I was in misery for many years. Because of you, a lot of insecurities ate me. I won't allow you to make me suffer again. I'll be free from all the misery and insecurities your abandonment brought me." You brought her hand to your lips and placed a chaste kiss upon it. "You're not worth my hatred. I won't let you make me feel bad in any way again."

"I forgive you, mom."

You know, with all your heart, that you mean it. You let your gaze linger on her face one last time, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. Finally, you let her go. You turned and walked away without looking back.

You're leaving the person who first left you, and you're embracing the first person to accept you -for who you truly are.

When you opened the door, you saw James standing there, waiting for you like he promised. You walked straight into his waiting arms.

"Thank you."

author's note: This series is ending soon. I wanna thank all of you lovelies for reading my first ever Bucky fic. Don't worry bc I have like a loooooot of fics lined up. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in my upcoming fics. :))

Tag: @crowleyqueenofhell

[x-reader-theater]

God Forgot Us (And the Devil Didn't Want Us) {Soulmate AU} [3]

Relationship: Slave!Rami Malek X Viking Leader!Male!Reader

Summary: You are the leader of a viking tribe of nomads, a small group of people who moved from one place to another frequently. Or you did, until your father died and you sat them down in one place. You are a benevolent ruler, putting yourself at the level of your fellow warriors, and your wife. That is until you finally take a sex slave, a 

Warnings: Allusions to sex, maybe some cursing I don’t really remember, and there is still angst, like always.

Word Count: 4,277

A/N: Hello. I know I haven’t updated in a while, and I said I would post this when I reached 500 followers, but I haven’t. The reason I’m posting it is because it’s my lovely lovely girlfriend’s (@roger-bang-the-drum) birthday today! So go wish her a happy birthday, and this one’s for you. But in all seriousness, the only reason I haven’t been posting is because I’ve had no motivation to. I don’t get reblogs, and when I do, no one comments on anything. Also I’ve been really depressed because one of my stories that I just posted about is continuing to get notes even though I hate it and I want it to just go away. Anyways, please reblog and comment, and my inbox is always open. Let me know if you want more. I have 15 chapters total planned out, so if you want to see more, tell me. 

Sweden 865 AD

“Now, if we move our men this way…” your wife says, picking up the wooden soldier Njall's boy made, and she places it on the other side of the river, by the bridge. “We can block their path, trap them on the bridge, force them to fight one at a time. We have the numbers, we could flush them out!”

Everyone in the room nods in agreement, a few of the other women voicing some agreement too, although quietly. You nod, but pick up another soldier from the same place, and move it away. “I'm not putting more men in danger. Not if we don't have to. We'll still have the numbers.”

Everyone else nods in agreement, though the men more than the women. “Yeah!” Njall exclaims. “Just because some men want to die gloriously in battle doesn't mean we should have to sacrifice all of them!”

“But it wouldn't be a sacrifice!” Your wife exclaims, but you step forwards.

“It would be, if they get overwhelmed, or there's a troop out there we don't know about! No! My word is final,” you say, and your wife rolls her eyes. “Go, we have work to do.” Everyone gets up, and walks out, talking about the meeting as they go.

“Your father would say you’re weak,” your wife says to you.

You roll your eyes as you adjust your furs. “I am not my father. And I never will be. He died in battle a coward, almost destroying our entire clan! I will never become him!” You say, walking out of the war hut.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]!” You turn and see your second hand, Ulf, run up to you. “There’s-there’s…” He's panting, and you laugh, placing a hand on his fur covered shoulder.

“Ulf, Ulf, calm down! Take a breath!” You say, laughing at the smaller man.

He takes a few breaths, and swallows before speaking again. “There's a new load of some good ones. Slaves. You get first pick, and everyone's waiting for you.”

You nod, and let him lead you to the fire pit in the middle of camp. Anytime there was a wedding, ceremony, or something the witches needed from you, to talk to the gods, it would be there, in the center of camp. You hadn't needed to move camp since you became leader. You managed to keep all rival clans away, and with the sea next to your camp, you were able to fortify the bay you gathered your fish from.

As you walk into the center of camp, you see a crowd of the higher nobles, and some of the lower one's as well, looking find any scraps they could of the new ones. Looking over their heads, you see a pretty good pick. One for everyone, that was your rule. Except for you. You were able to take more, but mostly, you didn't take any. They weren't your thing, you didn't like sex with the slaves anyhow. They were very good for cooking and cleaning, but usually they would just be sold because your children were good for that. Your children were too young to have any slaves of their own, fight, or be a leader. That is why you put Ulf as your second in command.

You push through the crowd, and take in the new slaves, their hands bound in front of them, the women with simple sack dresses, and the men with cloth tied around their waists. You see some bigger women, they looked to be strong, as well as some men who looked busy as strong. Definitely more of the other men's type, but as you go down the line, you find you are more drawn to the skinniest of them all. His hair is cropped short, curly, and he's darker than everyone else in the line. He doesn't look scared, he looks defiant, but his beautiful eyes betraying him. They were scared, and the colour of the sky on a sunny day, rare where you lived. His head was up high, and as you lean in, looking at his gaunt face and his dimpled cheeks, you grin, and his facade falters for just a moment.

You pull back, and point at the boy, and say loudly, “I want this one. The rest of you, take your pick.”

Everyone cheers, it's rare for the chief to take a slave, let alone a male one, but Ulf walk up to you, and whispers, “Are you sure you want that one? He just looks so frail… what about the one on the end? He looks like he'll put up a good fight!”

You shake your head. “No. I want this one. Tell Hjarkke to get him ready for me in my chambers. I would like to have my way with him.”

Ulf nods, and runs off towards the slave you mentioned, and you go about your day.

You push your way into your living quarters, and see the boy sitting at the edge of your bed. He's grabbing his knees, his knuckles white, and he's whispering to himself as he shakes like a leaf. You clear your throat, and the naked boy jumps, startled. You shush him, and walk slowly towards him, as he closes his arms over his body, and turns away from you.

“Don't be afraid little one,” you say quietly, but he doesn't move. “I'm not here to hurt you.” You reach a hand out, and just brush his skin, but he jumps away, and hugs himself closer.

“Don't touch me,” he whispers, and hearing his voice is a shock. You realize he's much older than he looks. Good. He could be good to talk to.

“Okay. Okay,” you say, putting your hands up, but you don't move away. You also don't move closer. “Will you tell me your name?”

He's silent, and you don't say anything either, hoping that he'll at least say something. As you go to speak, he finally says something. “Rami.”

“Rami,” you say, testing his name on your lips. “Rami. That isn't from around here, is it?”

He shakes his head, and looks over his shoulder at you. “I'm not from around here.”

You crack a smile at that, and stand up. “I gathered that much.” He lets out a quiet laugh, but cuts himself off, like he didn't mean to show that much to you. You crouch beside him again, closer this time, and look up into his beautiful eyes. “Do not think you need to hide yourself from me. I'm not as scary as I look,” you joke, but he doesn't move. You sigh, and reach a hand out. He flinches, but you don't move. You just let your hand rest in mid air. He reaches up, and takes your hand, placing his against yours. You don't move, just let him explore.

He pulls away, and you get up, turning to your pile of furs. You pick up a large one, and hand it to him. “I have a feeling you'll want to get dressed. I would like to talk.”

“So, you've been king for ten years now?” He asks, and you laugh at him.

“No little one. I have their leader. I am no no king,” you explain, and Rami nods. “Kings are selfish, greedy, power hungry. It never works out for them. They die young, are killed in battles…”

Rami moves closer, sitting beside you on your bed. “Still, it's impressive.”

You smile and lean back on your hands. “I guess it is…”

Leans over and smiles as you look over at him. Even with him on his knees on the bed, you were still only at eye height. “What made you decide on me?” Your eyes widen, and you look away, but Rami moves your chin so you're looking at him in the eye. “No, I want you to look at me when you say it.”

You sigh. “I chose you because I was drawn to me. I think the gods were telling me something about you was different.” You look up at the ceiling of the hut, towards the sky, and smile as a light breeze blows past you. All the windows are closed.

“You can talk to the gods?” Rami asks, and you nod. “Wow,” he breathes out.

You smile and laugh at him lightly, before getting up and taking off your furs and light armour you always had on. “Come now little one.” You hold your hand out, and he grabs it. “We should sleep now. It's always good to get sleep. It will make you stronger.”

Rami smiles and nods, and you slip into bed with him. Halfway through the night he moves over and you wrap your arms around him.

“[Y/N]!” You look up from where your attention was previously, playing with the children and teaching them how to correctly hold their wooden swords and sticks. You see Ulf running up to you, and you quickly say goodbye to the children.

You walk over to Ulf, who's with Njall and Henrik, who are playing a Tafl game. “Ulf, Njall, Henrik,” you greet, and Ulf moves over, giving you a space to sit.

“So, [Y/N], how is your slave treating you?” Ulf asks, raising his eyebrows.

You shrug, and watch as Njall moves a piece. “Adequate.”

Ulf scoffs. “Just adequate? Then you should have picked better!”

Both Njall and Henrik laugh along with Ulf, but you don't. You just crack a polite smile. “How have yours been?” You ask Ulf, knowing he wants to talk.

“Well Helle is so sweet, but she's too delicate. I traded her with Sten because his brother, Sven, likes girls like that but Sven will only trade with Sten…”

You let Ulf rant for a while, just nodding and commenting when appropriate. You also watch the game, not very closely, but it gave you something to do.

“Yes!” Njall exclaims, pounding his fist on the table. “I finally beat you!”

Henrik grumbles out something you can't understand, and just gets up, walking away. Njall follows after him, trying to comfort him in his loss. Ulf moves so he's sitting across from you and props his elbows up on the table, resting his face in his hands.

“So, I had a question.” You motion for him to continue, and you pick up a piece of wood from the ground, and take out your knife. You start to carve into it. “What has been happening with your wife?” You have to stop, almost cutting yourself as you look up at Ulf. “I'm only asking because you've been spending an awful lot of time with that slave of yours…”

You set down your knife. “The reason I am spending time with him is because I enjoy his company. My wife is my partner, smart, and good with strategy, but we had our children. That is all the use I have for her,” you explain, and Ulf nods.

“Yes, I suppose that's true. I saw her going into Nasir's hut a few nights ago.”

“Well whatever she does with her time is not my concern.”

“Alright, alright. Just letting you know.”

“Thank you.”

You get up, and Ulf scrambles behind you. He joins you at your side, and nods. “Alright, well, you probably have some leader duties to attend to.”

You shake your head. “Not at all. I am going to see my slave. I have something I wish to speak to him about. You may go away at any time.”

Ulf nods and walks away dejected, and you walk towards your hut.

You grunt as you land another blow on Njall, who shifts slightly to the side, but doesn't fall. The training swords were useful, but they didn't show the full effect a sword could have on a person's body. You shift again, your foot going in front of you, and lean back, holding your sword above you as Njall strikes down towards your head. You struggle with Njall for a few moments, before you push his blade off yours, sending it to the side, his hands still on it, and you step forwards, shouldering him in the throat. He clutches his neck and stumbles back.

Grunting, he shakes himself off, and you let out a huff, a smirk playing on your lips. He rushes forwards.

You see yellow, all around you, but that's not what you're trying to accomplish right now, inspecting the decor. You've been trying to get a move down for a while, but you just couldn't. You move your leg back, get down on your knees, and swipe upwards with your curved sword. It's slightly tilted, and doesn't cut through the air quite right.

You grunt, and try again. Standing up, you put your foot back, get on your knees, tilt your sword just a little further…

“Yes!” You exclaim as it cuts through like butter. The disgusting wobble of the blade doesn't sound, and you hear the sharp cut of a blade slicing through thin air.

You blink, and look around. You're back in the woods, and Njall is on the ground next to you. You drop your arm and get up from your kneeling position. You hold out a hand, and Njall takes it. You pull him up, and he looks at you confused.

“What? How?” He asks, slightly out of breath.

You look up at the skies. “I do not know. Perhaps the gods gave me another vision, but it wasn't of the future, or the past, it was of me, in another time…” you trail off, looking down, and then at Njall, confused.

“You were given another vision from the gods?” He asks, surprised.

You nod. “Yes, but this one was different. It wasn't of a battle…” You shake your head to clear your thoughts. “Never mind. I'll think about it later. For now, go finish your training for today with some of the younger warriors.”

Njall nods and walks off, and you sit down, your head in your hands as you think about what just happened.

“You had a vision from God?” Rami asks from your chest.

You smile and look down at him, as you shift, the sticks underneath your back slightly uncomfortable. “Not God, but Gods. Plural.” Rami nods, and lays back down on you chest. You wrap your arm around him. “It was odd though. It wasn’t like anything I’ve seen before…”

You sit up and Rami sits in your lap. You lean down and kiss him, softly on the lips. He starts to deepen the kiss, running his hands through our hair, and you growl. He bites your lip, and you pulls back, just staring at him. He’s grinning at you, blood on the corner of his mouth, and you grin, licking the blood away from your own mouth.

You pull him close again, blood mixing with spit, and you close your eyes.

You feel silk underneath you, and a body above you. You’re flipped, and the lips on your yours move down to your neck. You wrap your arms, smaller than you remember, about a smooth, bare waist. You press him further down, and your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. You hum as you throw your head back, and your back arches. You feel a rush of pleasure roll through you.

You open your eyes and see-

You gasp as Rami disengages his lips from your collar bone. “Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod, catching your breath. “Was it another vision from the gods?”

You don’t answer, just sit in silence, thinking. You were with someone else, and were on something soft, and smooth, not like the forest floor or your own bed. Rami shifts closer to you, and your arms wrap around him, and pause as your bodies fit together like in the vision. You kiss his hair and spend the rest of your time contemplating it.

“If we send them around the back, they’ll get the element of surprise,” Your wife says, moving one of the wooden soldiers around another one.

You sigh. “I’ve explained this to you before. If we do that, we’ll have to split up our troops. I’m not sending half my troops from this position. The Bridge is their only way to get to us. We need to fortify it.”

“But if we kill them, we won’t need to fortify the bridge in the first place!” Your wife yells.

You stand up, and yell back at her, “Spreading our troops thin and getting them killed wouldn’t help either!”

Your wife stands up, and stands with you, chest to chest, when Njall stands up, walks to the table, grabs another piece and places it behind the enemy piece. You step back, but your wife doesn’t move. “I’ve been corresponding with that troop. They’ve been bored for months. You always forget about them because they’re so close to camp. Send them to flank, and you don’t have to spread yourself thin,” Njall says, and you nod, clearing your throat.

“Yes, that sounds like an effective plan. Can you do that for me?” You ask, and Njall nods. “We’ll reconvene in the morning.”

Everyone quickly gets up, and leaves. Your wife turns to you. “You should have heard me out.”

You turn quickly to her. “Oh, and you were going to say that? We can’t just send our men into battle outnumbered! You need to respect my decision and listen to your leader!”

You storm out of the war hut, and run into Ulf, who’s standing there, waiting for you. “Hello sir!” He greets, cheerily.

“Not today Ulf,” you say, waving him off, and making a beeline for your hut. Before you can enter, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You’re spun around and you see our wife standing before you, hands on her hips.

“We need to talk,” She says, and you sigh. “Why are you so snappy? Is it because of your new toy?” You go to speak, but she stops you. “I think you love that… that play thing more than you love me…”

You sigh, and grab her hand. “Of course I love you. You’re my wife. But I just can’t talk right now, okay?” You kiss her knuckles, and she nods.

“Okay. But I expect us to talk later.”

You nod and hold her hand until it slips from your grasps, and your hand falls to your side. You enter your hut, just in time to see someone exit the back. You frown and follow them. Walking into the woods, you see them go further, and start to jog to catch up with them. You turn around a tree, and feel someone cold press to your throat. You turn your head slowly and you see Rami standing there, pointing the knife at your throat.

“Is it true?” Rami asks.

“Is what true?” You ask, keeping calm. You’ve been in positions like this before, a traitor or an escaped slave, wanting to get revenge on the leader for their strife. That’s how you got most of your scars. You rarely fought in battle.

Rami presses the knife further into your neck, and you lean back slightly as you feel it prick your skin, but you don’t break eye contact. “Do you really love her more than me?”

“No.” You lean into the knife more as you say this, but barely feel it, your adrenaline fuling you. “I don’t love my wife. I never did. I love you.”

Rami doesn’t say anything, and slowly lowers the knife, before dropping it on the ground. You fall to your knees and look at his feet in front of you. Rami place a hand underneath your chin, and lifts your face so your eyes meet again. He leans down slightly, and you lean up, expecting a kiss, but Rami doesn’t close the gap.

Instead, he takes his other hand, and grabs your hair, tugging and pulling up, wrenching your head towards him. “You’re mine.”You nod.

Though it hurts, and let Rami take you that day.

You feel hands in your hair, running through your long locks, pulling at the knots that are in it. You look up and see Rami has his fingers tangled in your hair. He has a serene look on his face. You smile and let him continue. He undoes a plait in your hair, and smiles at the crimped piece he holds up. He drops it, and moves somewhere else, taking a few strands of your hair, and braiding them together.

Rami moves closer and puts your head on his lap. He leans down, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You smile, and don't move. You just watch as Rami's face goes red, but he continues anyways. He presses a kiss to your temple, your cheek, your nose. He stops right above your lips, and just hovers there. You can feel his warm breath hit your lips, and you just look up at him. You feel his breath catch, right before he leans down and captures your lips in his. You let him do the work, and he places his hands on your cheeks, pushing you down so he can kiss you harder. It's everything you want.

Rami pulls away, and he smiles down at you breathlessly. You lean up and kiss him again, quicker this time, but it still feels incredible. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks and you smile.

“Thank you,” he says, falling onto the bed. You climb next to him, and he curls around you. You want to ask what for, but he's already asleep.

You smile at Rami from across the little clearing, peeling some bark off a nearby tree with your knife. He scampers back towards you, and plops himself in your lap. You laugh, and lean back against the tree that was supporting you. You kiss his shoulder and he laughs, shivering underneath your touch. You rest your chin on his shoulder, and kiss his neck.

“What are you making there little one?” You ask, and he just keeps shaving it down.

“I don’t know yet…” He trails off, and you nod.

You lean over, and kiss his cheek. “I need to get up. I’m gonna go piss.”

He nods and tuns, still looking at the knife, but kissing you nonetheless. You pick him up, and move your legs up, before sitting him back down, leaning against the tree. You get up, and walk off, walking a few minutes into the surrounding woods, before taking a deep breath, and taking your piss.

It’s silent, and you look around, looking for any sort of wildlife as you finish up, but find nothing. You frown, concerned, but ignore it, starting to walk back. You get about a minute away, before you feel something cold, and sharp pressing into your back. You stop walking immediately, and turn to look, but the sword is pressed further into you, and you feel hot blood dripping down your back.

“Why him?” You hear someone say. No just someone, but Ulf. you sigh, and turn around anyways, but the sword is pressed into your throat. You wince as it pinches you, but you hold your ground, your head held high. “Why a slave.”

“I don’t know what you mean Ulf,” you respond, your voice never wavering.

He grunts and moves the sword down to your heart. “You tell him everything. Meanwhile I’m stuck running errands for you, and I can’t even be in war meetings! I am to be leader, I must know what is going on!” He exclaims.

“I am teaching you patience!” You yell back, and Ulf’s face goes red with rage.

“I don’t want patience I want to be KING!”

You stare at him, stunned, and reach for your own sword, but seeing your move, he plunges the sword forth, into your chest, and your arms go limp. You fall to your knees as you stare up at Ulf, the trees surrounding him like a wooden throne. His yellow teeth are pulled into a sneer, and your face goes slack, losing the ability to emote. Looking down at you, you see Ulf has pure rage in his eyes, as well as jealousy. You feel the sharp twigs digging into your knees and focus on that pain, letting it ground you, helping you stay conscious.

Ulf bends down and looks you in the eye, face to face, and you try and snearat him, but it’s useless. “I shall be king. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Have fun in Hel.”

He forces the sword into you, pushing to the hilt, and you fall back, your eyes closing, and Ulf pulls the blade out, before walking away, leaving you to die.

Rami looks up as he suddenly notices [Y/N] gone for longer than he should be. He sets the piece of wood down and gets up, placing the knife into his belt. He goes the way [Y/N] went, carefully watching for something, anything, any sign of him, but there’s nothing. Nothing, until Rami sees [Y/N], laying on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. Rami rushes over and falls on his knees next to his lover’s corpse, and he frantically checks to see if [Y/N] still lives.

It doesn’t matter. He was gone. Rami screams out in anguish as he looks at the wound only a sword could have caused, and takes out his own knife, plunging it into his chest, leaving him to die next to his love, their blood mingling on the forest floor.