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only-lonely-lovers · 6 months ago

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10.06.2022

tags: genital swap magicz, piv, noncon, watersports

notes: more hijinks. this is PART 2, here's PART 1.

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：> tsukasa would, instantly clasp his hands to his face like a psycho and rub it into his skin and then slide palms against tongue

oh but to start i just want to say this is one of my favorite mental images acquired from last night. very nice i like to loop this in my head

つ：mm yes it's very powerful in my mind, too it would look deeply unwell.. such tense hands like it could fly off of his face if he doesn't hold it down, like he wants to press it into his flesh

あ：But such a testament to all the time spent roasting in this circumstance. it could only make you sooo sick. like the only reason Tsukasa floats by seeming serene is bc he isn't interfacing with anything directly

つ：he isn't considering more at all so he isn't tortured by fantasies but suddenly having hot come on your face makes you desperate DOOONT WANT IT TO LEAVE [realizes he can ingest it]

me, making my next post on my blog: Amane could do anything to Tsukasa, obviously, he would love it [the people nod] Amane could piss down Tsukasa's throat [the people do not nod]

but what did bird think about last night that was so fast

あ：I can't be responsible for the chains of thought that were had. but ok let me try and walk it back and untangle the mess

つ：I won't hold you responsible. we all go somewhere before bed i only thought about amane finally touching tsukasa [but cartoonishly like he's picking up a bug] and when tsukasa instantly nuts he's like LOL WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU HAD EXPERIENCE???

あ：oh i did have an errant thought about amane touching back, but disrespectfully fkgjfh like… actually i was thinking about him having a wild hare while tsukasa was cooking, like he sleepily shuffled up and hugged him from behind but, like now has the perception of tsukasa reacting to the touch, which fascinates him. oh you really get horny about me. and then while peering over tsukasa's shoulder, staring down, and just kinda like. hm. [touches between legs.] really like. middle and index fingertips pressing against tsukasa through fabric of pants. but it's enough to be like HYIEEE. and then is rude about the instant nut like wow. is that all

does all this. and is like ugh my food got burnt… [makes a face…]

つ：tsukasa forgot he could be touched at all. slumps over counter

for most of life in this AU i think they have felt like equals, funny enough. but now amane can just be like [later] Tsukasa….. I've realized something…………………………………….. you're actually really childish?

あ：it's a very lax universe and being a magic-user really gives tsukasa a stat boost that has leveled the playing field wordlessly for a while… but its funny for amane to finally be tasting some sort of disparity between them, but… like starting to enjoy it?? i think at the very start of this he felt petulant and left behind. but flipping it… it's like… lol… if IM ahead of tsukasa, well, hm, that's fine lol

truly think he's a horrible little lizard and isn't burdened with any kind of overwhelm about like. romance. or like an insecurity about how he treats tsukasa or anything. (at least for now, i think the romance stuff is going to karmically catch up w his dumb ass) but anyways in the present, its like. kind of feels like tsukasa is a lot more overwhelmed and fumbling and clumsy by it all? which is funny… like why lol? i thought you were the one sniffing my clothes and stuff… lol

it feels good to do stuff and it can be like… awkward in the way that seems inherent to sexuality. but tsukasa looks idk hysterical and delirious at times [scratches tummy] what's his deal… maybe HE'S the late bloomer… in his head or something

つ：Tsukasa just has a plan and system for mundane things, they are easy to deal with. but it's that nothing really interests him…. becomes a dog trying to focus while squirrels running and treatsmell in air when Amane is doing something so new and beyond his wildest dreams

あ：It's using every single one of his braincells

Me before bed thought was like… oh it really went around the bend bc i was running from demons so. It starts with like, Amane is getting bolder about directing Tsukasa for this and that, and in general is starting to become like, overall kind of more lax, placid. It just, is easier to decompress after school/events when you get pampered AND get to immediately get sucked off. and get to think about this happening as long as you want always. [cares less about stuff]

Still very much no eye-contact and doesn't talk much while in public mostly, and executive dysfunction bad when dealing with real-time events. but is less overwhelmed by some things… mostly interacting with Yashiro-san in front of him in class. There's less intimidation, i think before his hindbrain was just nebulously anxious and at times wary of what she even wanted from him. but now he's kind of clinically like, she's trying to bone. & that's interesting. am i attractive? [lost in thought.] I think he's still rather reserved seeming when talking to her, ehh I mean even Amane in PP is a little uptight dweeb you know, he's always got this edge. But she can notice him seeming to pay more attention while they talk, less [staring at his little machines] and more like. [hand propped in cheek, staring at her] … it's funny because Nene might feel like ('…? why is he less flustered….' like it's SOME kind of loss to no longer easily make him sweaty… power shifts.)

eventually amane has loaded in the desire to try touching a girl . would be nice. informs tsukasa of wanting to try something, rather blunt & forward about intent, but also just as flippantly talking about it like he's just going to sample this and doesn't want anything different at home. [waves hands] so tsukasa is like. ahh yes this girl… hmm! okay. I help ❤️ … if anything, it all really affirms how much Amane really can do as he pleases, again there being a quite imbalance here. but Amane is like lol… its fine… lol.

It's almost like a speedrun just in terms of how much it's like, a forward request: i want this. help me get this. and tsukasa just has to be like yes sir. whatever it takes [face shadowed slightly for 1 second] we rope in Nene-chan with ease though, she really has little ability to say no to being propositioned. it's like ah fuck…. i love oats and apples lol… reservations quickly exit mind as Amane-kun is forward and touching her. Though I do think it's intimidating just bc like. again Tsukasa is just here for moral support, THAT doesn't change. and Nene suddenly has to feel like the virgin in the room as things are going down like fkgjjfh you ARE in the creepy twins' place and you can feel it palpably.

everyone has fun though. Amane walks away from it like ahh pussy GOOD. LIKE IT. i got what i wanted. [reports this later while they're both in the shower, after nene has gone home] It felt good. Smells good. really got squeezed. [clenching and unclenching fist] I want to do more to it. tsukasa nodding and listening while washing your hair: You looked like you had fun ! nods

rambling back and forth… Amane is like, "do you think she'd blow me." and Tsukasa just is like "mm probably…! Nene-chan seems like the type." [wigging a girl so hard here in private] [amane just nodding in agreement] "Ah, I wonder if she'll be as good at it as you." [a moment of ahuueueuueuuuuu you think i'm good at it… 🎶 ] ^3^ ahuehh. I DUNNO!!!!!

つ：like awe…… lil ole me idk ❤️

あ：it's not like Tsukasa has a metric at what a good blowjob is. ah just do it. and amane himself also is like shrug…. feels good though. wonder what girl mouth feels like. hm… [contemplative, blank staring] A quiet undercurrent though is, like even if Amane says he wants to keep doing their thing, I think Tsukasa is very privately like. mm i'm not sure. ^^ but like okay with the concept & already accepting this could just be a week or two Amane is having while he's developing sexuality. Despite how put-off and concerned he was at the beginning of this all, afraid of the bunny mascot head, he's really insatiably moved forward from thing to thing. better plush, human interfacing, it feels very "linear" to Tsukasa. Like Amane doesn't realize it, but he did eventually outgrow proxies and is moving on to ppl. so naturally he's just going to cycle "up" perhaps and find himself a nice gf…. fine of course… it's been rich & generous for Tsukasa to even get to be a part of any of it. As always… was going to be perfectly happy just procuring you things to jerkoff against. Getting to WATCH and TOUCH and TASTE… and, even to get to be there while Amane touches a girl -- and get to see how he does it… it's all more than could have ever been asked for. Quietly accepting all of this.

buuut… but. as is usually the case, as Nene is folded into their dynamic, what she ends up doing is unlocking more for Amane to conceptualize between you both… so it's like [braincells fire and realizes i can hump tsukasa, now THIS is my week] … and so on, like… if anything it gets "worse" btwn you two. and then Amane is capable of bemoaning things that wouldn't even occur to Tsukasa. like point-blank being like ugh. wish you had a pussy. [pouts openly] It's not fair, I want to do more. [sighhs…] which is really like mgh…? … amane is right I am childish, i dont know what he is ❤️ thinking , in that. big boy brain

つ：its funny Amane caterwauled about not wanting to advance but he is naturally advancing. tsukasa would just see himself as a stop in the road, but hes pleased to remember tastes and smells forever.

あ：from Tsukasa POV it almost is amusingly what he proposed that night, gently advising Amane on potential roads for him…

つ：amane wishing to fuck Tsukasa's pussy would just be tsukasa like [thinking so hard about if he wants to come out as wizard purely to let this transpire] trying to mentally be like can i convince amane it is a dream but do it actually… uhng

あ：anyways it was at this point where the cumbrain really devolved… like… this Amane's particular stats just mean, he doesn't have shame to obfuscate a feeling like: i am sad i can't fuck you in THIS particular way. like… wailing, while humping, I WISH YOU HAD A PUSSY!! i want to fuck you but like PUT IT IN!!! INSIDE!!!! but not just mouth. i want the humping but also ITS IN YOU!!!!! [huffing, groaning]

つ：ah cock bumping around. poor Tsukasa grabbing his own hair about it its like AOUGORGLGKJDKLGJL

あ：yeah it's at this point where it becomes such a [gun being pointed at tsukasa] really feeling. TESTED

but i liked the thought of this kind of pressure on tsukasa, this sort of agony… hearing amane be so frustrated and plaintive and, like, the fact that he wants it at all. is like. OTL

also amane's own insistence forces you to think about experiencing it and it's like [blinks out of sync]

つ：when i have infinite power at my fingertips if anything is going to break him it would have to be impulsive

would suddenly. make amane feel like he's hallucinating though. or dreaming. like. to. do it

あ：> trying to mentally be like can i convince amane it is a dream but do it actually… uhng

i did also think about tsukasa weighing this as an option. do i get a very asleep boy?? uncontrollably running simulations

つ：in my mind the scene would be so dramatic, unfolding, really. keeps his wand in his sleeve at all times for larger spells like this. I want it to be fun, whimsical, just from being such a major spell. room fills with swirling fog

amane having been humping him doggy… but in the haze of the fog flipping over and grabbing the front of amane's shirt to face him for this…. Already Amane would be like. AOUWOH?? IS THERE A FIRE NO, ITS NOT SMOKE-- EUH?

あ：what's in the room

つ：fklsd in this state having your cock lead into wet pussy

あ：hruu...itd just be like YELPS?

つ：difficulty seeing clearly…. mmm yass. yelps and . utter confusion. brain is simply like nene ?? its like bird trying to understand banana as hand

あ：where did she come from

つ：wwwwhen did nene get , here clasps body under him though, compulsively… and its like n.. no this isnt her body at all tsukasa wraps his legs around waist……

あ：you try and rationalize for a sec, brain is running so fast, like, did tsukasa and nene plan. something. but. [touching body in the manner to determine it's really there] [touch touch touch… padding hands rapidly on chest] [stomach…] feels like it'd be very ardent, confused pawing, down to the very point of contact, like

つ：his mind is really frankensteining in real time

あ：..? ….??? .???? ???

つ：a swipe of the wrist to dispel the fog after a minute. I think Tsukasa just looks delirious

あ：[grabs pussy. ungracefully.]

つ：HYEIEIYH

あ：it's this emotion

つ：PUSSY?

あ：it'd be like. oh.. im… i went insane

つ： [was going to say stuff but got caught off guard] UEUHGhi… uah… ah-- [throws hands up] whatever… you want, Amane I can… make it happen!

あ：making eye contact. but clearly looking like. reality is really slippery for him. looks back down. blinks… can see clearly now… but it doesnt make any more sense. but ah… i do think tsukasa's chest would be rising and falling so visibly… the strain. is like, visible. [presses both hands on stomach and pulls out slightly] [bent over, watching]

it'd really just feel like… ig i went crazy.. or… i've been dreaming but i didn't remember when um… good dream [watching cock go into pussy] my memmories are doing a good job dissociative sex for the win

つ：epic…. cccoooool I want this. so I get it.

あ：Tsukasa does give me whatever i want. usually [slumps heavily.] [sinks until they are chest to chest] [warped audio] i always get what i want

つ：its funny… Tsukasa won't think he can… get away with this. but I think he can. maybe in a panic at the end he can sleep spell amane fkl;dhh …. [but just keeps him passed out inside for a while, hugging]…….

あ：i think he can get away with it indeed kfjghf

つ：I'm sure there's an amount of times I can do this before it's enough strikes………

あ：it actually wouldnt even be like suspicious to amane if his cock was raw or something itd be like. ig i had sex and passed out and had an epic dream happens to the best of us

but tsukasa will just have to endure later amane being like. ah i dreamt about it happening for reals it was so good. sigh [hugs moodily] [pets]

つ：your pussy was different from yashiro's, actually [scientific voice]…..

あ：It was interesting. It wasn't just ah, memories cobbled together

つ：yours clenched sooo much, the whole time really… [makes a fist with hand and tightens and loosens it over and over]

あ：[zones out a little doing it] mh… Well. You just have to take my word for it, it was a cool dream

つ：hm. its sortof interesting to think tsukasa could at any point do this to himself to even just jerk off. think about it. remember it

あ：Wow moe somehow. new sensations A little something to get through the days. sometimes.

oh as always i wish there could be girl talk. likefk ghjf… we're both the magic users in the room that keep secrets. we can talk a little though i think it could be cryptic also how much nene gets to know exactly what happened. it's just like. Quietly skirts by it. but just want to be like, i respect what you do here girl. what you bring to the table

i think nene always kind of quietly doesnt like. necessarily approve of how tsukasa goes about doing his stuff but not enough for you two to actually have problems. it's more like sometimes you just think, Hmm i'm not sure about that. like not sure if Amane needs that much management. but then like Amane doesnt do much to instill faith in his capacity for handling things on his own either kfjgh

… and like. it's nice to have someone sexual in the room to talk to. aoi is not here for your whore exploits [talks about positions where you can hit deeper]

つ：tsukasa would be so like. I didnt think of positions…. it can get different from positions? Nene getting to go on about deepness deeper than deep…..

あ：like ohh yeah… mh, it can feel a little embarrassing but… sigh. sometimes it's just so necessary

つ：its going to become cartoonish amane will be like mmmm i want to control my dreams…. i wanna put the pussy-tsukasa in a skirt….. then we could really fuck whenever…

the legs of the pants are annoying to think about…. but if i think about the skirt, it could happen at any point, especially between class or something…. or even while cooking….

あ：if i focus my chi..

つ：mm.. maybe if i think about it a lot.

あ：it's like ah i like that yashiro like skirts, always in a skirt or a dress… the tall socks…. [leers at tsukasa in the distance]

つ：i understand why girls are so sexual, they wear clothes for sex ease

あ：[rapist thoughts] its the ah, easy access, they're really begging for it..

つGod two pussies haver amane who thinks he is sleep is going to do such things. Like. Make you both lie down and shove fingers in you both just to feel like a god. Eat one of you out while fingering the other. You’re gonna feel. Dehumanized.

(poppa bear mood) whooooo am I gonna put it innnnnn aaaaaa let’s see who needs it more right now 👅

あ：It's literally so despicable the more i think about it. you see into Amane's center and it's a guy who bone-deep doesn't desire to treat you like equals AT ALL… like oh he'd treat you worse if he could…f gjgjfhfh like sexy little commodities

つ：A bad idea to juice him with sexuality This little tinker But nene is a whore and tsukasa is a slave so they will submit to liking it

あ：He was redirected. his mind and his focus and energy oh when i think abt poor Tsukasa in this it's so. *cannot BEGIN to deny him*

like nene just gets caught in the stream. but it's kind of-? like enough "not my business" that she can just go along and not really confront anything herself… like 'i literally didnt create this circumstance at all, it shouldnt be me who breaks it to amane-kun' … it's kind of… tsukasa-kun's problem… unless he asks me for help idk what i can do… i'm not. an authority figure

つ：If anyone has to clear things up HE has precedent. Nene is just going to conspicuously show up more often at their door

あ：The acceptance of Tsukasa's role… like ah, you're the caretaker…

つ：Sees fog emanating from the doorframe and books it

あ：ww yes. see the funny thing is she is just getting the boons literally signing up for this

つ：One day tsukasa is going to fuck with her And just be like oh sorry you saw smoke? I burnt some cookies…. At the doorframe But look at her So (;

あ：Gomen ne ❤

つ：Squiiints They’re not too bad though. Want to stop by for some…?

あ：tbh i think the "dream" excuse would actually liberate Nene in a way… like make a girl run thru the door unbuttoning her top. but this is why tsukasa would want to fw her dkfjfh Oh hi Nene-chan. Amane is getting dressed. He'll be here in just a moment

つ：Such funny moments Leans on doorframe. Amane just left. It’s just meeeee. Do you want to chat? I’ll make you tea ^^

あ：How was your day. lol

Girl must submit to going along with things. she's not as rude as their little meeper. but i do think she'd also clearly seem like distracted if she heard doors opening and closing down the hall

pauses lifting tea to mouth after thinking she heard footsteps Maybe it's just comforting to see someone else be desperate for Amane. ahh… finally… comrade

つ：You both perk ears like doggies if he’s there early You know his foots cadence

あ：Attuned to that feminine step

つ：Ok but amane coming home not knowing nene is there and just being like UGGHHG SLOUGHS OFF BACKPACK TSUKASAAAAAA!!! MMMmmmake dinnerrrrr

あ：kicks off shoes fussily

つ：Eyes are closed

あ：Want katsu

つ：Tsukasaaaaa Make the sauce The special sauce I KNOW it takes longer I don’t care

あ：And I want an ice cream from the kobinii after

つ：I can’t walk to get it YOU do iiit

あ：feet hurt.

つ：All this then opening eyes to see nene at the table

あ：Wigging yourself through your own actions

つ：WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE—?? tsukasa—!!! (Grabs him!!) you have to tell me before we have guests!!! (Tsukasa wiggles phone. Bc he did text you) Squints. Didn’t look at phone. Mmmrfhh

あ：hangs head…

つ：^^ I’ll start the Katsu for all of us…. I already have rice ready, it won’t take long…

あ：on Nene's end it needs to be like. did get horny watching that mess just a bit It's enigmatic to her

つ：Seeing the brat in full form The amane no one sees…

あ：Scandalous… a taste of him

つ：Nene is like. If tsukasa was a girl I would be a little worried If this was just some boyfriend… but brother is different..

あ：I'd feel so bad for her but ah… no one has to be like this as a brother, also… it's his choice unlike a girlfriend feeling pressured to perform like girlishness tsukasa isnt trying to meet a standard. this… just… is… the way it is having to "be a good girlfriend" is its own burden

つ：You have to blame him some

あ：a good brother doesnt um. have anything to do with this

つ：Being too humiliated by this to have sex with your gf. Can’t make eye contact. Literally we have dinner together then she goes home and we wish her well

あ：See you. Oyasumi

つ：-points- I’m not giving you any of it tonight either (it is my penis) Lays in bed

あ：Huff huff My pride cant take this blow

Its his right to deny me. thinks tsukasa. though also i think he has a good sense of humor and finds moments like these incredibly amusing. Ahhh… punished by Amane~~ ohh he puts us in our place we dont get the treat

つ：He likes it all

あ：keeps the spirit invigorated. Amane giveth and he taketh away

つ：Punishment really is like heehee…. Ah condition meeee I’ve BEEN too silly lately with nene Chan… Finally a casualty of it

あ：There must be consequences for irresponsibility Let it be so

つ：Oh to locate the rapist within YOU

あ：Oh Amane's sneakers always kill me me blue socks You really do just wish to see him ascend

[lost in the sauce] ahm but i wish nene actually could have a hubris in desiring to interact with a liberated amane who thinks he shant face consequences. and like if she's starting to genuinely be like ah ow too sore… [try and back out] that Amane is just like mh [holds in place]… until he is frustrated by resistance and slipping out, that he's outright like ugh. Tsukasa hold her still. and it's like haii. as always like, suddenly the oppressive sense of being outmatched is present. tsukasa holds you down and amane covers your mouth. continues to plow

Genuinely suddenly in the scary rape doujin where you cant escape the boys. getting slammed within an inch of your life. made to cry but Amane finds it pretty… and interesting & new, ahh crying during…

つ：I always like it when Nene has to confront the reality, that Tsukasa is not 'on her side'. It only seems that way when what she wants aligns with what Amane wants. I think the dream context does spell some danger… being a bit dehumanizing is, the least of the concerns. I like the idea of asking Tsukasa to restrain her, especially because Tsukasa could underhandedly use any magics…. and in the context of this 'dream', he can get away with even lampshading it. you could just paralyze her if you wanted. just ask Amane if he'd like her to struggle, or be completely still for him…. it's a dream, you know. Have Amane think about it, and then just make it true.

I like it getting crude sometimes as well heh, like Amane being like [blank eyed] I want… her to choke on it. Help me make her choke on it. I don't want her to pull away I want to be in her throat as much as possible. Like you let me do to you. And I wanna come down it. [also, Like I do with you]. Yashiro won't let me do that irl….. not without getting mad…..

あ：becomes shy boy again for one second as he twiddles his fingers and thinks about what he wants. but then says this I really love Tsukasa as an agent of desire, it makes him so versatile to various situations, bc the nature of Amane's desire is that sometimes he must be undermined. but if Amane is willing to command Tsukasa directly, I think that always takes precedent. yes my dove… So happy to get something so direct laid out, really…

つ：its nice when it becomes so directttt tsukasa will be like… now. WILL i have to do some memory rewriting… or will nene-chan simply come back tomorrow….

i think she comes back like a dog with its tail between legs. head down. not the girl i thought i was

あ：i think she goes home and curls up fetal position under the sheets. but like trying to cope with what she is willing to let a guy do to her like oh this is what aoi was always talking about. at least the nature of this circumstance is you don't have to like say anything.

i like to think of this nene as thinking she was more girl power than she ends up being ww… like being a witch and bolder with your fashion, makes you internally feel like nene-sama waiting for boys to be at your feet. and you think the shy boy in class is a good exercise in bagging you some cute virgin. but like. what he does to you. really breaks you

didnt think a guy being so rude was like. hot it just. like you dont expect to like DV boyfriend

thinking of the pose as like… nene on her knees, tsukasa standing right behind her, so amane can rest his forehead against tsukasa's chest and nuzzle against him while staring down at nene below. unblinklingly staring at her tsukasa being hands on nene's shoulders at first. but… i think the second time around it is not necessary

つ：might as well have her legs shackled to the ground, whatever tsukasa's done to keep her in place i think the first time, he has her extremely on lock. just to play it safe. juuust to give Amane perfect experiences.

あ：don't try anything.

つ：if he says he doesn't want resistance, she won't resist, then. too easy to slip out, in a BJ…. you will be kept still. but i like to think he can feel her fight against it, or not.

あ：mmyes. well you have to be tapped into that.. even if it doesn't register to amane i think instinctively she can't help but try, a bit. but it's just so futile oppressively held perfectly in place by magic

oh but it's like, next time nene and tsukasa make eyecontact for a second and it tells him all he needs. like ^^ welcome to za team

つ：mm welcome to the dream

あ：[pat her head]

つ：but like i want it to get funny sometimes. it would be funny for amane to like grab nene by the hair and put her at tsukasa to be like. make out for me. i rly like tsukasa and nene having such a funny r'ship here tsukasa is just like SHRUG!!! lol ❤️ ok here we go nene-chan OUR first kiss

あ：it's always like lol [wiggles fingers] hiii are you ready to please our dear sweet amane together

つ：but just for amane to watch while he fucks nene doggy and is like mmm…. cool

あ：really putting a girl through a wringer

i keep laughing at amane just becoming convinced he's getting good at lucid dreaming

つ：i'm soooo controlled i can do anything

あ：i like the skew also being like. you guys kind of have to do what amane wants exclusively for the most part kfdgh it's so. like you don't get to freestyle it

if you started to move. i really feel like amane would be like no stay. i want this position stay on all fours

つ：ah the context is a lot. i like to think he just sometimes says the. like just like. gah Yashiro's boobs. they're so perfect. [squeezing eyes shut] so cool…. the boobs of a girl

あ：they look really nice. soft… nice to grab… [traces around rib cage]

つ：[looking emptily] Yashiro do you think Tsukasa is hot? wait, this is a dream… well, the answer will still be interesting… what do I even want her to say? [saying this all aloud]

あ：[brows furrowed, mumbling] i feel like when he gets like this tsukasa is just like [cries as if watching a precious kitten] his organic and true self….

つ：mine sweetie's little thoughts…..!

あ：ohh octavious…………

つ：Yashiro just like. uhbuh? uhh… Eeho.., uouh, he's… w…. that is… u-- he's your. twin…. so he… he doesnt look……………….. bad……………………

あ：Hm… yeah… That makes sense

つ：[furrowing brow] does. Amane-kun. uh. find. . tsukasa-kun. hot. [THERE'S NO CONSEQUENCES IN THE DREAM]

[tsukasa is proud of nene] [like yeah girl take advantage of the dream…. lol] [it'll just come off as amane's psyche… lol….]

あ：Oh. I mean… aha [looks sheepish but like not the right kind. like aha.] I don't think we're bad looking, obviously

I like how Tsukasa stares it's the kind of stare that really makes you feel looked at. [talking glibly] like… [does an impression]

つ：[twiddles his fingers. tsukasa. aauuouh.. heehee… really…]

[nene feels like flea for a second between them] we're twins, but Tsukasa is a little different, isn't he? ah, this would just be me agreeing with myself I guess… well. he has some other thing. like. almost a little more like a girl, I dunno now that I'm with a girl, I understand the difference there

あ：it's not just how he looks though, it's ahm… [taps lip, looking up] like… the mannerisms, too. There's just a girly-ness to it I think that's what I like. [says suki] man imagining it really coming out so casusally like ah.. mh, suki desu.

つ：Tsukasa tearing up nene turning to him rly quickly and its like-- WHY THAT RESPONSE? [cries a little. just wipes his eyes though]

あ：[rambling still, not looking at anyone directly, sticking finger in mouth] I feel like I can really see it now… especially in sex Touching his face and stuff during…

つ：smiling pleasantly just like uuu…. [nene staring at Tsukasa.] [furrowing brow] [Tsukasa is just busy wiping his eyes…] ………………………………… Amane-kun………………….. have you ever told Tsukasa. 'I like you'. before.

あ：Huh

つ：[realizing the boys are close, but she doesn't her much verbal……. affection…. from Amane-kun. he doesn't say stuff of that nature to her either, but she figured he was just shy/reserved with a 'new' thing..] now its like. watches tsukasa cry a little hearing suki. is like. hmm wait. urgh.

あ：wtf is going on though

Oh but it sucks I think amane is like idk shrugs [genuinely head empty] Probably before. I mean as a little kid or something. I mean, it's not the sort of thing you need to say all the time. Wouldn't it be silly. It's like stating the obvious We do everything together. Doesn't that make it obvious Who would share a bedroom with someone they don't like

つ：I…. guess…. -- but people! like to hear it, Amane-kun…… even… if it's obvious, I think….

あ：Eh… [squints] wait is this getting psychological. gross like oh great the dream is starting to talk at me about expressing my feelings… what is this, guilt…

つ：tsukasa pets nene. like, thats enough….

あ：he can watch amane starting to get fussy and face wrinkled. there's no need to push it

feels like amane would just dismissively be like TSUKASA knows i like him. [arguing to self voice] [waves hand] besides, he likes everything i do [gets smug]

tsukasa would like it even if i never looked at him again. lol would be happy to lick my spit off the ground… lol having an impulse like spits on the ground. tells tsukasa to lick it up. and just be like yep. it's the sort of relationship where you don't need words

つ：god extreemly funny to get so extreme. almost defensively. acting casual though tsukasa does just lick it off the ground. its actually funny. maybe it takes a beat, then amane is like. ah, right. Yashiro doesn't see Tsukasa like that. We're not really this direct in front of her…..

Yashiro. I can do anything to Tsukasa. even if it isn't a dream. for you, I have to wait for it to be a dream… 'cuz, you can… leave. if you get mad… frustrated… sick of me….. [mendokusai…] Tsukasa can't do that! He's promised! ahhh, maybe some day I can show you for real…. but I don't want to scare you [sigh]…….

あ：It's a lot for a girl to handle… You'd probably just get worried about Tsukasa ^^ [scratches cheek] and not get it…

つ：[SHOVES Tsukasa onto the ground] I really don't need to be nice…..! He says I don't have to even look at him….. ….. so then, it's actually nice that I look at him at all, in that case! [nene staring wordlessly at this. display. getting. exclusive information.]

あ：It's going above and beyond, isn't it? ^^

つ：[crazy… to see Tsukasa manhandled… she sees him as-- really… strong? capable?]

あ：[grabs tsukasa by the jaw and shakes back and forth] [talking down to him for a moment] isn't that right. Tsukasa! [cheerful tone]

つ：[releases him, quickly plants foot on his upper back and slams him to the ground in one fluid push down] man… maybe I should do this in real life. I know he'd let me! I don't go far enough….

[nene scared. kinda. watching tsukasa be manhandled while SHE knows tskasa could literally like turn amane into a grape. feeling like she's watching someone punch a lion]

あ：[arms crossed behind back, tilting head while looking down] … ah, he just looks best like this, though… he's really suited to it… [sounding far off]

つ：[alien concept to nene. is he…. he's not though. he's… insanely powerful…..]

but you know, i like the quality of canon where nene might know a little about tsukasa that amane doesn't….

あ：Really a scene to feel so confounded by. mmm but yes… this through line… i like that such a thing is carried over

つ：mmmhmm

I think its an interesting situation all around… feeling like, it's fun if Amane grabs Nene over and gets her over top of Tsukasa too, thoug she'd be kind and just… sorta straddle his, waist. Amane keeps a foot on Tsukasa's upper back, sometimes heel against his cranium to push him into the carpet… have a blowjob from nene in this position occasionally shoving or applying enough pressure to wind tsukasa. keep him shoved down.

a reasonable expression, after having dealt with your stupid 'psyche' whinging about liking him or whatever…. I can do whatever i want, i dont need to regard him….

あ：I relish in it, actually. My position The way it is. my design

つ：pull out of her mouth before coming, let it just spill onto tsukasa's back between them

あ：whyyy should it be any different mm seeing nene as an extension of his own psyche is interesting, like, i'm proving something… [grabs her by the hair and forces her to look down at it]

つ：Nene feels like. TERRIFIED…. fkl;fds it really feels lieke bear baiting!!!! WHY AM I THE CHAIR YOU'RE USING TO TAUNT THE LION

あ：if amane basically admitted he's never pushed it this far, there's room for her mind to fear what could potentially happen, bc this is unknown territory

つ：but seeing her look so intimidated is like. hmmm… funny. is that how I think you'd react? so realistic suddenly…. Hey, Yashiro…..

let's look at Tsukasa, how about? check in on him…. [flips him over, hooking foot under shoulder, roughly just shoving him back around,pulls Nene up off him by the hair to make room for him to turn]

but the. Tsukasa is just flushed and drooling and giggling gkfld;fjkh draws his fingers towards his mouth EHEHeheheehuehueehhe!!!!! PANT PANT eeheh

あ：i love to be used in a display [coughs] there is no greater honor than to assist in the proliferation of amane's ego

つ：[amane squats] its so funny, actually. [puts hands on either side of tsukasa's head, but he's like, squatted behind him, just facing him at nene] he actually gets like…. childlike or something

indeed little brainless Tsukasa. just says AMANE…! Amane…. Amane…. bbbabbling it

あ：[shakes your head back and forth] Really gets scrambled

つ：I think I could do anything.

あ：[but also just ruffles hair affectionately] like ahhhh it's who he is. haha

つ：………………… man. why do I have to pee? thats weird. its a dream. that's probably a bad idea. I mean, to like do it…. what if I do it in real life….. ………………… =.= but …………..

あ：just be like. Eh. Tsukasa will just clean it not my problem actually i'll just get him to never talk about it lol

つ：Nene's just sitting there sortof like. straddling tsukasa's stomach watching and listening to his like. what

あ：It just feels like too good of an opportunity to pass up but ah it WOULD. be artful. to the scene.

つ：mmmm stands up and exhales I dunno, it's my mood rn forgive me but. would like just the visual of pissing on Tsukasa. not even in a very controlled way….. chest, neck, face. soaking into his shirt, running down into the carpet

あ：it's okay i'm uncontrollably thinking about this scene like. illustrated as nene having agog expression and mirror eyes reflecting this the stream

つ：witnessing. feeling terror but now she can just see Tsukasa. who I imagine freezes for a second is also just staring at it happening

あ：In the mental state he is in… once hot liquid contacts his face i really imagine it's such an immediate. becomes dizzy Really getting such a raw gesture from Amane

つ：its gotta be aaaaa. vertigo. eyes roll back [still doin' it] come ooooon Tsukasa. Say my name like you love to. I'd hear it, even now….. I know

あ：Nene gets to watch firsthand how possessed Tsukasa seeems… i think it really feels like. pornographic in a way she never expected kfdjgh like you're seeing something you shouldn't!

つ：opens mouth and tries ssso hard to force words out of clearly befuddled mouth and throat

あ：Tsuuukasaaaa [sing-song]

つ：Ahauhm… AmmMM.. mnuh, haeheh… Amanmm..,mmm, AmaNE! its like lol. good [pees in your open mouth] nene's in the whacky shack

あ：No exits whacky shack you've never seen your boyfriend look soooo gnasty

つ：Amane groans. sighs. mm [grabs Nene by the hair and roughly positions her lower on his body] come on. fuck him isn't he being great? just ride it

yashiro having a second realizing she-- there's no way tsukasa can. do anything to reinforce shit right now, he's 'out'… gone. blissed out. not focusing… but….. auh. be…haves……

あ：It's the sort of situation where she simply watches herself get into position and do as she's told You have to watch and feel yourself spread own pussy. do it

Honestly at this point I think she's genuinely mindbroken enough to be having like. a bit of a panic attack. hard to breathe. eyes wet. but following through nonetheless… and also face flushed. feverish feeling very very ill sex go You knoowwww this isnt how anything "should" be

つ：genuinely anxious, fearful, scared of, Amane. scared of Tsukasa as much as Tsukasa works against her, he also has felt a bit like her anchor or something reliable, the control ….. having the authority of the situation look loopy and out of it is scary.

あ：Feel awareness of how she cannot disagree or say no. cannot just walk out

つ：I do think she's shut down.

あ：If all the authority and power is actually held by Amane-kun…

つ：Tsukasa's only capable of mindlessly rutting upwards into Nene, no finesse or rhythm or control. just laughing and looking up at Amane who just sits down near Tsukasa's head and watches. pets. enjoys the show Amane just enjoying how mindbroken nene looks

あ：runs hand over your sternum. mmm… the big show

つ：like mmm realistic dream….

あ：[being a creep, breathing] I think you'd be suited for this, too… You look nice, like this… Ahh, Yashiro, I hope I can really get you here. [drums hands on tsukasa] It would be nice to have you.

つ：girl gets dizzy a bit. a little nauseous too

あ：there are ONLY red flags. such a-- what are you going to do. to me. dread

however this concludes, i think nene will have to reflect that, she HAD more power than amane in that moment, she could have sleep'd him, done anything. but she didn't. she just didn't. Is that just what Amane DOES…? somehow?? it's the same as Tsukasa… some dawning horror

つ：she had a moment she could have taken control of the scene….. tsukasa was gone, she could have just handled it.

あ：gonna feel like hackles raising when amane sits behind you also. like fkk gjfk i dont know what to feel about you right now feeling like a piece of meat really

#22 #TS #i #+

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Mon 15 March ‘21

FIRST TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNING ARTIST HARRY STYLES!! From the bottom of the stairs to the top of the fucking world baby, get itttt!! He won Best Pop Solo Performance for smash hit Watermelon Sugar-- the other two categories he was up for went to others but he was a dark horse for any of them so getting one is awesome! Yeah the grammys are shit but I’m so happy for him to see him receiving validation and acclaim from the industry that has never appreciated what he (and his bandmates) are and can do as artists, it’s a fucking start you know? We can enjoy the moment! Harry did! His acceptance speech was short and it feels like he was blindsided and forgot everything (including not to swear on TV and as pro as he is you know that means he was absolutely reeling, I love that) but later he said “I want to thank my fans for giving me an environment to be free to make the music that I want to make and supporting me along the way the last ten years”, yes that’s right we have helped you find a place to feel good, and “this is an incredibly sweet icing on the cake of what I get to do everyday so thank you.”

But that’s not all! He also performed, and wore things! Say what you want about Harry (or better yet please DON’T at least to me but that’s a losing battle) we always get so hyped up about even just seeing his outfits and he does not let us down! BLACK LEATHER, TITS FULLY OUT, DICK BANANA CHARM, AND A MUPPET BOA? Yeah he did that! Shirtless under a patent leather suit, I mean: wow. Very glam rock, very… well listen it’s just very GAY in like so many different ways??? Harry Lambert said they wanted “something darker, sexier, and more unexpected” which is definitely about that look I’m assuming and not the pastel thrift store rummage bin hodgepodge he wore later, unless Harry(s) and I have very different ways of interpreting “darker”. (Harry L also said “free the nipple” and we can all see that he MEANT it.) Harry red carpet-ed and accepted his award in a lavender muppet boa, tits slightly less out but still cleavagey, and with a seemingly random collection of other garments YES BABY OKAY you just WEAR THAT THEN! About that Harry L said, “we wanted to do something that felt British and eccentric, a little bit rock ‘n’ roll and a little bit camp,” but the people have spoken and they said ‘we think he looked like Cher from Clueless’ so, sorry Harry(s)! Esquire struggling to describe the look-- “the kind of thing that Styles seems to make wearable” klasjdlk the doubtful ‘seems’ is sending me. Either way we can definitely all agree on the camp part, and that the matching face mask (as seen in the audience shots and in adorbs pics of him camping it up with Lizzo backstage) is amazing, love that (even if he does spend way too much time nervously pulling it on and off omg just LEAVE IT) and it even went also with outfit number THREE (or at least it did as well as any of his anything went together lol) which was a big floppy orange coat and plaid pants and a THIRD BOA, a dignified (haha JK NOPE it’s still a muppet) black number this time.

It seems the performance was filmed in advance rather than done live-- there were clues suggesting this might be the case, but the real giveaway was when a picture from it leaked before the broadcast, lol. Way to make it so we “can’t even tell if it’s live or not” Ben, and why is he STILL so obsessed with trying to gaslight us anyway my god just say what’s prerecorded it’s fiiiine. ANYWAY Harry played Watermelon Sugar and only WS; well after all it is his GRAMMY AWARD WINNING SONG. Plus it was a really nice version, all smooth and funky, with a highlight of the night being Harry’s full on 60s girl group choreo move with the backup singers, omg. Those backing vocalists were the duo G.A.W.D., and there was extra accompaniment by fellow nominee Devonte Hynes aka Blood Orange (who also directed the performance and no I do not know what that means) and “Spencer and Josh” on horns (the closest I can find to someone crediting them so, apologies guys). Anyway! All of them (regular HS band included) were decked out in matching gucci black leather too and looking good. And Harry looked so happy to be up there performing, just beaming like a lighthouse, so overall- good good stuff, I just keep on dancin!

The real bombshell of the performance though was subtle and needed confirmation after for the excitement to really hit-- it was Sarah drumming decked out in tight black leather and visibly pregnant!! That’s right, band drummer Sarah Jones is PREGNANT by (Grammy Award winning) guitarist Mitch, there’s a HARRY STYLES BAND BABY on the way!!!! WHAT A NIGHT! It wasn’t enough for Harry to find love in his own band, he’s somehow cupid-ing that energy all over the place and spreading it around, AMAZING!

And Liam comes through with not just a sweet congratulations for Harry (“what a huge moment, proud to be your brother” awwww) but also the final word on the performance look- goddammit it IS one of the rejected Best Song Ever video looks, LMAOOOO. But did he tag HSHQ instead of Harry directly in acknowledgment of how the awards system really works and that they are all to be congratulated or simply because it was easier? We will never know.

Additional tidbits-- bassist Hynes was apparently playing creative director Molly Hawkins’ dad’s bass- did we know her dad was a famous bassist who played with Fleetwood Mac and many other 70s stars?! If I did I had definitely forgotten! And more Molly news-- she’s also pregnant!! Harry will soon be surrounded by quarantine babies, dreams really coming true huh? Harry posted a pic of himself with Mitch and Devonte looking very cooool, we saw the ceramic watermelons label execs were sent for the WS release last year, and Rebecca Ferguson who knows 1D from way back when (and has recently drawn attention for talking frankly about how fucked up the industry is and about having seen unnamed boy band members literally slammed against the wall by their management) congratulated Harry and posted a couple of baby pop star Harry pics, cuuuute. Louis’ merch handlers, in response to no complaints whatsoever, sent out emails apologizing. They say they’ve run out of lanyards which were meant to be sent out so they will “be adding a freebie which we know you’ll enjoy” to affected customers’ orders. That is sucky about the lanyards but that’s customer care! Niall posted about his cool bright limited edition merch to remind that it will be gone gone gone tonight and also shared a pretty and touching picture from a the large anti violence rally held in London to protest the killing of Sarah Everard today. And finally some good advice from Bebe Rexha, loved by larries; she says she loves us right back but please don’t kill anyone for not streaming her new song! Yes good plan.

#grammy award winner #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #louis tomlinson #CHASM baby (chaby)#also having a good day-- haylors! don’t begrudge them their excitement they haven’t been fed in like 8 years #let them carry on about Harry and Taylor actually sharing the same space and not being rude to each other especially if it continues to prod #the genuinely rofl hilarious analyses coming out of last night about them sending secret messages to each other in their performances #(which the other was definitely not present for whenever a celeb was present for another artists performance they did react cutaways)#15 mar 21 #harry lambert #molly hawkins #mitch rowland #sarah jones #ben winston #long post #sorrrrry

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deliriousgeek · 5 years ago

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .7

Masterlist:

Okay! Finally up to date! I’m so excited for chapter 8. Also, if you were expecting Owen and Yn meeting right away, my apologies. Yes this is a Owen x Yn fanfic buttt I really want to set up her position in the story. Don’t worry tho! Owen will be here very soon. So stay tuned! Enjoy <3

p.s. lemme know if you wanna be tagged :)

Chapter 7

My Apologies Ma’am

She couldn't believe her eyes. The monorail zoomed into the main part of the park. The ride started from the docs and passed all the way through a lush green forest, from there it went over a deep blue lake.

A lake?

(Y/n) had opted for a window seat. This way she could take in the gorgeous view of the tropical landscape. To say the island was beautiful would to be an understatement, it was absolutely breathtaking. (Y/n) almost entirely forgot the reason she was here.

You're not here to vacation, you're here to review.

Reprimanding herself (Y/n) pulled out her journal and began writing her discoveries. The park had a promising future. The main theme of the park, dinosaurs, had yet to be seen and visitors would still be enthralled with the landscape that served as a teasing preview of what was yet to come.

A light bustle of conversation filled the monorail once the conductor had announced over the PA system they would be entering the park. On Y/n's lap sat her journal, a gift from her father. (Y/n) tried to jot down the feelings and sights she was absorbing, but was slowly tuning out her thoughts as the PA system spoke.

Claire stood up at the head of the monorail and announced as the monorail went through the refurbished entrance gates. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to, Jurassic World."

The gates opened and the monorail pushed through. A collective gasp of intrigue was heard through the cabin as the passengers got their first glimpse into the park. The monorail passed over a gorgeous deep blue lake that was said to hold one of the main attractions of the park, the mosasaurus. (Y/n) wrote down in her journal that having the monorail built just outside the mosasaurus exhibit, while being an aesthetically pleasing architect choice, may not have been the most passenger safety option. She also observed that overlooking the mosasaurus lagoon was the hotel and directly under the hotel was a beach. This beach, which was connected to the mosasaurus lagoon, was separated by two fences. Although the fences looked highly durable and built to keep the gigantic reptile from chomping on park goers, it didn't seem like the most viable plan. (Y/n) was sure to mention this to Mr. Masrani once they met.

Nit picking at first sight was not in (Y/n)'s personality, however, after hearing stories of the old unsuccessful park and their death count, she was not willing to over look any details.

The paleontologist side of her began to kick in and she was instantly intrigued by the creature lurking in the depths. How old was it? Was there only one? Did it hunt for itself? How deep was the pool?

Y/n would ask all these questions once she met with Mr. Masrani himself, which would be very soon.

The monorail had come to a slow halt and the passengers were directed off the vehicle into the hotel lobby. Claire was at the head of group announcing the schedule for the day.

"If you'll follow me," She smiled. "Your passes and wrist bands which give you access to the whole park will be in your room. Your rooms will be located on the 25th floor. My assistant Zora will be passing out room keys and numbers." A woman stepped out from behind one of the employee doors with cards in her hand, which she began to pass out accordingly.

Claire spoke again. "Once you receive your keys please feel free to head up to your room for a quick freshen up or roam the park if you wish. The meeting with Mr. Masrani will be held in the Apatosaurus Room in one hour. If you have any questions, I'm all ears." Her sentence ended with a business smile.

Y/n waited her turn for Zora to pass her the room key. After receiving the key and doing a once over of the group, y/n decided it was best to stay away for now and head up to her room.

Upon entering the luxurious hotel room Y/n was greeted with a wonderful view. She was greeted with the nicest scent of a freshly made hotel room which instantly soothed her body from the Isla Nublar heat. Once stepping in the room and shutting the door the AC began working wonders on cooling her heated skin. On top the queen sized bed that sat in the middle of the room laid a tray containing all the necessities for visiting the park. Her luggage was sitting in the corner the room near the entrance onto the veranda. A set of wide, brown-stained, rolling shutter doors blocked off her view from the rest of the park. Noticing the obstruction in her view she promptly set her bag on the bed, slipped off her shoes, and slid the doors open to the balcony.

With a short exhale of breath Y/n was astounded by the grandeur of the island. She could nearly see the entirety of the park. In her direct view the grand, green mountains served as a back drop for everything below. The Innovation Center stood like a beacon in the middle of everything. Leading to the Center was main street, full of shops, restaurants, bars, and things of that nature. To the sides of the street were enclosures, but for what she couldn't see. Observing the enclosures from a far wouldn't help her in determining an opinion on them. Y/n mentally noted that she would have to see those enclosures for herself. They seemed much too small, and Y/n hoped she was very wrong.

Letting her eyes roam over the deep, jungle green of the mountain terrain, Y/n saw a grey, out of place, building. It was nearly the color of rocks and probably could not be seen from the ground level. It was quite a distance away from the park and there were no monorail tracks leading to it. Y/n assumed it had something to do with the operations of the park and wondered if she could have a peak inside. A little digging into the park's business side wouldn't hurt. After all, that's what she was asked to do.

After letting the Costa Rican sun settle into her bones once more Y/n returned to her room, closing the door behind her. She checked her phone for the time and quickly donned herself with one of the passes on the bed and placed everything else in a purse she brought with her. Y/n unloaded only the necessities from her backpack into the purse. Heading to the bathroom of the suite Y/n did a once over in the mirror. Deciding the the humidity of the island was doing her hair no good she took it out of it's current state and redid it into a much more frizz-free style. Before heading out the door she briefly glanced in the mirror then, deeming her appearance business worthy she walked out the door in search of the conference room.

Y/n took the elevator down the lobby in which she asked a receptionist where the Apatosaurus Room was. After being given directions Y/n thanked the woman before heading a lounging area of the lobby. Checking the time again Y/n noted that there wasn't enough time to spare before the meeting to the explore the park. Although, there was time to jot down her first impressions of the it. Sitting down in the lounge area Y/n took her journal out from her purse and began to write.

She didn't write about the interior of the hotel or that there were not mints left on her pillow, but rather on the fact that when looking at the overall view of the park she was not impressed with the size of the enclosures she saw. Concern over powered the beauty of the park, though she did appreciate the island's well landscaped state it was not the reason she came. Concluding her writing with a note that said:

Opinion on enclosures will be revised after further inspection of park.

Y/n closed her journal and stood while placing it back in her purse. While Y/n's vision was occupied by securing her purse, her direction was veered into the path of the man walking opposite of her. With a general sense of direction, lack of attention to his surroundings, and briskly paced walk, the man did not notice the woman slightly shifting into his path either. His focus was entirely absorbed in the files that he held and getting to his meeting on time. Before either of the two could register the collision, Y/n stumbling backwards until she was on the floor. This caused the man's head to snap up then back down to the woman on the floor. Other passers by looked as well. The man's mouth moved quicker than his brain and before he knew it he was offering her a hand and an apology.

He helped her off the floor. "My apologies ma'am. I didn't see you there." When his eyes finally met hers he starred with an almost stunned gaze. Maybe it was the impact from their collision or the sincere gleam in her eyes, either way he nearly forgot how to breathe.

"Oh no sir, the fault is mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going." After dusting herself off and actually securing her purse she looked up and offered him a smile. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm in a rush." Noticing his lingering stare she cleared her throat, suddenly feeling like a display looked at through a glass.

Recovering from being stunned, he offered her a weak smile of his own. "I was too-” Realizing he was still late he closed the file, “-am too." He nodded his head. "Sorry again for knocking into you, ma’am. "

She nodded and replied swallowing thickly, her throat suddenly parched, "Right, I gotta go too. So sorry for bumping into you, bye."

"Goodbye ma'am."

Then each walked their separate ways.

Pushing aside the uncomfortable interruption Y/n headed to the meeting. Approaching the halls that led to the conference rooms she began to prepare questions for Mr. Masrani in her head. If there was a time for questions she would be sure to ask them. Seeing a sign that read "Apatosaurus Room: 2:30 Meeting" next to a closed door Y/n made her way to the door, and walked in.

Who's the man? 👀

Lol, see ya next time

@littlegangrel @thebadassbitchqueen

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champagne-bucky · 5 years ago

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The Undoing: Three

Summary: The truth about a past life is unveiled.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY!! dark! Steve Rogers x reader, kidnapping, non con and dub con (or at least mentions of), dark! Bucky Barnes, Stockholm syndrome, grooming, mentions of pregnancy termination and suicide mentions (for one chapter), possibly more tags to be added!

Notes: Hahaha... remember this story? Lol so I finally can give to you Chapter 3!! I feel so bad that this was so late, but school really kicked my ass so hard and I’ve just been so unmotivated. I’m gonna try my hardest to give you guys this story and some other stuff I’ve been working on! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Please make sure to like, reblog, comment, inbox, and follow me for more!! Enjoy :)

PLEASE READ WARNINGS!!

Hell must be an eternal bliss. If it’s anything compared to how you’ve been living your life the past few years then Satan himself has nothing on Steve Rogers.

Life was never the same after that day in the hospital. From the moment you left that bed to the moment you arrived home with your little Sasha, Steve had already struck the fear of God into your soul. From the second you entered into your prison, Steve had wrestled the newborn out of your hands and into his. What followed after was a swift grab of your hair and a drag down the basement steps.

“You can leave when you learn,” Steve spat at you before locking your ankle back into place.

Those days were the darkest moments of your life. You never got to see Sasha, well you did interact with her you just couldn't physically see her. Steve made sure of that. Every time poor baby Sasha was hungry you were subjected to a blindfold around your eyes. Steve said it was part of your punishment. You tried to take away his family, he would take away yours, at least the sight of them.

That was all you got with precious Sasha. This punishment was real and it ended up fucking with your mental and physical health.

*a few months later*

How long has it been down here? Months, year? It couldn’t have been weeks. Life was going on all around you and you had missed it all.

Steve taunted you, he got off on your absence in Sasha’s life. The doctors had told Steve it was safe to start using bottled milk after a while which meant there was no chance of you to even feel Sasha and her touch. No more, you saw nothing, not even a shred of hope.

*18 months*

You had cracked, it had officially happened. That light you hoped would never fade has burned itself out. In its place a hollow bulb left with no purpose. The only difference between you and the bulb? Your purpose was to be solely Steve’s. You didn’t belong to anyone else, not even baby Sasha.

These last months had broken you down into the compilable puppet Steve wanted you to be. You missed everything in your baby’s first year of life all because of that stupid mistake the night of her birth. Steve tortured you even further by not even mentioning the baby one bit. It’s like there wasn’t even a baby at all. At one point, you feared that Steve might’ve given her away, but he accidentally slipped one night during your punishment by mentioning her. Sasha was your last source of joy and you couldn’t even see her.

“I wanna have another one,” Steve mentions to you while you eat the food he brought you. For the past months you were only given his scraps of food, it’s no wonder why he’s giving you full meals lately, he wants you strong for another baby.

The stubborn girl inside you wanted to scream no, but you knew what would happen if you did. If having another baby would make Steve happy, you would do it. Maybe you could wager your way out of the basement.

“I would like that too, Steve. A little sister or brother for Sasha,” Steve hid his shock. He was fully expecting you to have another outburst, but you seemed so compliant now.

“Why don’t we go upstairs and see little Sasha,” you gasped at Steve’s suggestion. You would finally be able to see your little girl after all this time.

Steve led you up the stairs for what would be the last time for a while now. The bright light of the upstairs hit your face and you needed to adjust to it. He led you over to the living room area and that’s when you saw her.

She was sitting with Bucky and playing with her toys. You had tears in your eyes as you broke away from Steve’s hold and ran to Sasha. Bucky eyed you up and down. You were dirty. Hair long overdue for a cut and your nails were grimey. You were a wreck. What had Steve done to you down there?

You picked up your daughter and held her close. She cried. In fact, she was wailing to the point where her face was turning beat red. Sasha started failing her limbs around and looked for her daddy. It took both Steve and Bucky to pry you away from your daughter. Steve took her into his arms and soothed her.

“I think she needs a nap,” Steve then handed your daughter to Bucky as he brought her upstairs.

“I don’t understand,” you were kneeling on the floor now looking at the staircase Bucky had just gone up.

“Oh, well she doesn’t know who you are. You're more a stranger to her than a mother,” you didn’t even want to turn around to see the grin on Steve’s face. He lifted you into his arms.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you didn’t even realize you were crying, “she’ll come to know you soon enough. Now let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up. We have plans.”

*5 months later*

It was a brutal few months. Months filled with trial and error in regards to getting pregnant again. Months spent in a bathroom crying over another negative pregnancy test. Months spent living in Steve’s disappointment due to your failure to conceive a child. However, that silver lining came in at the five month mark. Finally, there were tears of celebration from both you and Steve. The latest addition to your family would be on their way soon enough.

During this time, you got to see Sasha, but barely. With every failure that came Steve would redact the amount of time you two would spend together. Some days he wouldn’t let you see each other at all because of your “unwillingness to commit to this family” and that broke your heart.

You were groomed to be the perfect wife and perfect mother to this family and goddammit were you sure not going to fail. Steve had taught you how a wife should serve and act around their husband and you followed his every command like an obedient dog. Now, you finally succeeded with this baby and were back in Steve’s perfect graces.

*a few years later*

The routine was always the same. Get up, get dressed, feed the babies, and make breakfast for your husband before he locked himself away in the office for the day. Take care of the babies and clean around the house. Make lunch for Steve and maybe have some alone time together if the babies are down for a nap. Not if, they better be down for a nap, Steve’s orders.

Grocery shopping is to be done on the weekends and weekends only. Steve will go out because only you can watch the babies. If you needed something you forgot to write on the list, too bad it would have to wait until next weekend.

It was a good system, a steady routine. You didn’t argue with Steve because you knew better than to question his ideas. Plus, you didn’t mind staying home with the babies. You loved taking care of them and spending so much time with them. To be honest, you even hated putting the little ones to bed because that meant you would be apart. The babies were keeping you in one piece.

Of course Steve was doing his part as well. The perfect husband. A man you didn’t know you needed in your life to be your provider. He truly was becoming an ideal man.

The babies were doing great. After Sasha you gave birth to another girl, Gwenyd. Sasha was a helpful big sister to her and you couldn't wait to tell them about the newest little one to join your perfect family.

Life for baby Sasha was as simple it could be for a toddler. She got naps and food and spent the whole day with her mommy. Needless to say she was living the ideal toddler life. However, past her toddler years she was taking up responsibilities that a little girl shouldn’t have.

Ever since she turned 6, Sasha would help her mother out with the younger siblings. It was a sweet sight to see. You had taught Sasha how to feed the little ones, how to change them, how to dress them, like one big game of house. This was the bonding time you had always craved with your little girl.

Steve thought that it was endearing. A mother and daughter helping take care of his children. He really did have the perfect family.

As the years went on, Sasha had gotten older and she had more siblings to help take care of. You were burnt out by then. A new baby almost every year or two. Luckily, you had your daughter helping you out, but she shouldn't have to be subjected as a second parent when there was another perfectly capable one sitting locked in his office.

On top of that, you now have to homeschool these children while making sure the helpless little ones were being properly taken care of. Needles to say, you were on the verge of a breakdown and Steve wasn’t willing to help out with some of it.

Sure, he would have his bonding time with the babies, but when it came to the older ones and homeschooling he couldn't deal with that headache. After all, he did tell you that if you didn’t want them sent to a daycare then you would have to take up all the responsibilities while he was at work.

He knew you wouldn’t send the kids away, you were too attached to losing them like you had lost yourself. They were the only thing stringing your reality together and keeping the cracks from splitting further down the line. You were happy, he convinced himself, happy and compliant.

*a few years later*

Why didn’t you take that deal with Steve when the kids were younger? Why couldn’t you just let them thrive in a better learning environment? You are worried you’ll fail these kids. Worried that you’ll screw them up. You were close to shattering.

Being pregnant again and teaching your daughter how to do fractions, that not even you knew how to explain, was taking a toll on your mental state. You wanted a break. Just one day where you didn’t need to worry about what was for dinner or what’s tomorrow’s new lesson play. You NEEDED a break.

Steve wouldn’t let you go anywhere. The rules had never changed. You never even got to be in your backyard alone. Didn’t anyone realize that no one but Steve ever left the house?

The kids were sometimes allowed out, but only when Steve had the time to take them, which was rarely. Bucky never came around anymore. You didn’t know any details, but assumed they must’ve had a falling out. Steve never told you anything about his work or about family or friends. Frankly, you didn’t care as much either. This was your new life now and the past was in the past.

Steve was going to kill his wife. If it wasn’t him killing his wife then then it would be the first person who would cross his path. How could she be so careless? How could HE be so careless? He thought the locks he bought for the house were secure enough to keep his wife in, guess not. Turns out all it took was his 13 year old daughter swiping away a key he thought he misplaced for the total shit storm to come down on him.

It all started on a quiet afternoon, the wife was cooking in the kitchen and the kids were playing in their rooms. There was a knock on the door, Steve told his wife not to bother as he went to answer it. He remembers the feared look on the one agent's face as they announced they were CPS coming in for an investigation. Needless to say after they left, Steve went berserk. Not only on his wife, but on Sasha too.

“HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS?” Sasha was clinging to her mother with tears streaming down her face.

“Steve please don’t be so hard on-”

“YOU STAY OUT OF IT. I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER,” well you knew better than to interrupt at that point.

Steve was pacing back and forth while yelling at how careless and stupid his daughter was. Sasha was scarred from that night on. She was afraid of disappointing her father and mother anymore. So, she became more quiet and reserved than usual. You thought it was awful the way Steve broke her down, Steve thought it would teach her to be better.

CPS wouldn’t let up on their investigation with the Rogers family. Steve noticed that someone was always watching them. Whether it was from across the street or an impromptu visit, they were always around.

He needed to get them off his back somehow. If they were to find out who his wife really was then it was to the prison cell for a long time. Of course the cops had been looking for you. In fact, your father offered to fund all the money in their pockets to keep their investigation going. The case ran cold a few years back, Bucky told him that before he departed for the next few years.

Steve did the most drastic, and most likely stupid, thing he could’ve thought of: he enrolled his eldest in high school.

It might backfire, but if Sasha just stuck to the carefully coordinated routine Steve laid out for her, then all would be fine...right?

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 5 years ago

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Level 32

Oh my gosh I didn’t think I was going to ever finish this! My week has been insane! Hope you guys are all doing well, enjoy the update :)

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse, @ihavenotfallenyet

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Happy Reading Honey Bees! <3

Level 32

It had been a productive couple of weeks, excited over the recent developments you took off for home, hoping Edo would be online. Your research was going well, but you’d managed to have an intelligent conversation with the super cute doctor at work, and you had to tell someone. Sure, Edo was one hundred percent not going to enjoy the gossip, but you were sure he’d listen or at least pretend to.

With your game console turned on, you put in an order for a pizza and made your way to the couch to get comfortable. Not even five minutes had gone by before you got a rush of notifications on your phone, all thanking you for signing up for the partner’s battle tournament that was happening tomorrow. Confused and concerned, you stared at your phone, wondering if there had been a glitch, or worse, someone you were trying to avoid has signed up and listed you as their partner without saying anything.

Crap.

You couldn’t log on faster, the moment the game loaded you dove into your game’s notifications looking for clues on who could have possibly signed you up. Then your controller vibrated off of your lap.

EdoPorcupine5661 → Hope you’re free tomorrow. If not we’ll find a time to destroy my meddling friends… Well that may solve one mystery ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → There’s more than one? Yes actually. First question ← WildCyt0m3try What meddling friend do I need to thank with a smack? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → OneEyedDrag0n, turned around for five minutes… Sounds like a wonderfully chaotic friend you’ve got ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → That’s one way to put it. Next Question! What were you going to do if I wasn’t free???? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Forfeit? That would have been the only option….any other questions… What’s our plan? ← WildCyt0m3try

For the better part of three hours, you and Edo put together a strategy that would hopefully cover all your bases. Not that you could predict what every other player was going to do, but you had the advantage of understanding what the major contenders were going to do, which would hopefully give you both a leg up in the tournament. It wasn’t until you had logged off and were crawling into bed that you realized you’d been so concentrated on purchasing new equipment and salves, telling Edo about your week had utterly slipped your mind. Oh well, maybe you’d be able to slip it in tomorrow.

When your alarm went off the next morning, your first thoughts were those of confusion. You didn’t have to go into work, did you? Aggravated, you smacked at your phone until the noise stopped, and you rolled yourself right back over in bed. It wasn’t until your eyes were closed, and you were nearly asleep again that you remembered you had a tournament to attend. Thanking the gods you didn’t have to be anywhere physically, you shot out of bed and ran down the stairs to turn on your console. While you are waiting for the login screen to pop up, you scrounge around your kitchen, looking for anything that would suffice for a decent breakfast. Finally, settling on a comically tall glass of chocolate milk and a bowl of your favorite cereal, you settled onto the couch and readied for battle.

EdoPorcupine5661 → I was beginning to wonder if you’d show. IM NOT THAT LATE OMG! ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Oversleep? Coffee? Boyfriend? First off, good morning to you too sunshine ← WildCyt0m3try Secondly, I’m not late, so even if I did oversleep we’re good ← WildCyt0m3try Third of all. I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND. ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → So you asked, and he got mad and ditched? Has anyone ever told you how pessimistic you are? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → All the time. What about it? As long as you know lol ← WildCyt0m3try I’ll have you know, he said he knew we weren’t exclusive. ← WildCyt0m3try Said with how long it took for me to agree even to date he knew better ← WildCyt0m3try Then proceed to decide how much free time I was going to have based on work commitments ← WildCyt0m3try I forgot my chill pills that day so yanno...haven’t spoken to him in a hot minute ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → sounds like you What’s that supposed to me? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → That you didn’t deviate from my perceived opinions about your character That literally sounds worse… ← WildCty0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → It isn’t, I just complimented you Pffff, if you say so ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → I do. Now let’s get ready. Roger that best friend ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Stop No, you deserved that ← WildCyt0m3try Also, I mean it <3 ← WildCyt0m3try Now let’s kick some digital ass! I want that prize!! ← WildCyt0m3try

The tournament bracket was released early that morning. Your first battle wasn’t until round three based on their tiering system, and for that, you were grateful. Sure Edo had already come up with a pretty solid plan, but it was nice to see who you could potentially be facing. Fortunately, you knew OneEyedDrag0n wasn’t participating today, so you didn’t have to worry about being surprised by a wayward ax again. The plan was to trick people into being overly confident for as long as possible since Bow Knight and a Pegasis Knight didn’t look like a problematic duo to overcome. That’s why this was going to be fun.

After hours of competition, it boiled down to the final round. You weren’t sure if you were excited or terrified of this. Everything had gone according to plan; you had managed to keep the extensive and unexpected arsenal of weapons and magic hidden just long enough to get you through the less challenging rounds. If everything went the way you had expected it to, the two would be facing off against Kenshin and Sasuke, a formidable duo.

EdoPorcupine5661 → Ready? I think so? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Not good enough, you’re either ready, or you’re not. I’m ready then ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 �� Good

When the controller vibrated, signaling the start of the battle, you sucked in a breath. Part of the tournament was about getting around the map and collecting specific items. Navigating the map was easy enough with Edo a mounted unit and yourself a flier, but you didn’t want to get too cocky. Sasuke had picked up the lockpicking skill in his previous class, meaning he’d take any treasure he could get to without fail or need for a key, and Kensin’s unit had enough brute strength if your dexterity faltered once you were a goner.

The idea was to split up and take any treasure in your immediate area, once those were in hand the both of you would mount a generally weak attack on Kenshin. Sasuke would hopefully round back after completing the collection mission, which is when Edo planned to break off and corner him—leaving you to deal with Kenshin by yourself until Edo could take out Sasuke. The entire plan hinged on Sasuke being sent to open all the treasure chests and Kenshin being too excited to fight either of you.

Fortunately, it seemed to be working. Your fingers furiously tapped at buttons, trying to will the game into cooperating with your skillful button mash. It didn’t have to be pretty right now; it just had to be a useful distraction. When Kenshin finally landed a hit, you sucked in a breath; quickly, you ran the scenario. You were stuck between healing yourself or bet on your stats and take another crack at Kenshin.

Decision made, you closed your eyes and held your breath, hoping your lance would activate its ability. You didn’t want to look, having decided you’d keep your eyes closed until the next turn you waited. It wasn’t until your phone started vibrating off the hook you thought to look around. Kenshin’s avatar was no longer visible on your screen, and the more you looked, the more you realized that nobody’s stats were available anymore.

Oh gods, had your wifi crashed in the middle of the tournament? Panic rose in your chest, but it was shut down quickly when WINNER flashed across the screen in bold. What? That couldn’t be, right?

EdoPorcupine5661 → Well done Thanks? I honestly don’t know what happened though ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → I hit him with a long-range bow skill, and you delivered a critical hit Oh, really? ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Don’t believe me? Not really. ← WildCyt0m3try I’m convinced this is a fever dream ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Who’s the pessimist now? Still you ← WildCyt0m3try It will always be you lol ← WildCty0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Whatever EdoPorcupine5661 → Don’t forget to accept the prize money I wont ← WildCyt0m3try This was fun. It’s been a good week ← WildCyt0m3ty EdoPorcupine5661 → I guess it has EdoPorcupine5661 → I’m getting off now Same, enjoy your evening! ← WildCyt0m3try Eat something fun to celebrate :) ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Sure EdoPorcupine5661 → you too I guess…. Awe, you do care!! ← WildCyt0m3try EdoPorcupine5661 → Whatever

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god-save-the-keen · 5 years ago

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By her side

Book: Mother of the year

Pairing: Thomas Mendez X MC (Tara)

Summary: Thomas woke up thinking about Tara after the twins party. He never suspected that when he see her again, she would be so broken.

Warnings: a little angst but mostly fluff.

Words: 1620

Note: English it's not my first language so I'm sorry if it's something off or wired here. Also, I'm not a lawyer so I don't put much of legal stuffs. I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want be tagged in more Thomas x mc fics, I love this man so I probably keep writing about him 💖

Tags: @blackcatkita lol, you are alone here so far 😂 Thanks for the support girl!!

Thomas's day started like always, he got up, got shower, put one of his daily suit and made breakfast for Luz and him. While he was discussing with Luz why puting super glue in August's chair wasn’t s good idea, he realised that, this morning, there was a little difference. He couldn’t stop smiling thinking about Tara. He remembered her in that incredible dress, her smile and laughter while playing the game in the party and the way her leg touched his. That moment was his favourite. He still could feel the slowly pace of her foot, the intense of her look, in that moment and now too, his cheeks felt like fire. He couldn’t resist the temptation of felt her too, running his foot softly in her leg. Every time any of this thoughts came to his head, he smiled. A goofy, sweet, almost teenager smile.

Luz grabbed her backpack, Thomas his briefcase and they made their way to school. Once they arrived, Thomas parked and start walking toward the door when he saw her. Tara, beautiful as always, leading Rory by hand. Once they reached the door, she reached down and hugged Rory more tightly and longer than normal. He noticed the tension in her shoulders and the fake her smile looks. Something was wrong with her, something that she was trying so hard to covert it up from Rory and the rest of the world. He couldn’t blame her for this, most of the others parents had treated her badly or disrespectfully at some point.

“Rory!” Luz shout and take off running towards her best friend. They hugged, laughing, and started walking togheter.

Tara stand up and a soft, genuine, smile appears in her lips for just a moment when she saw him. As Thomas approached her, he saw how sad and worried she looks, her eyes a little puffy, a frown in her gorgeous face and her hands a little shaky.

“Hi Thomas, fancy seeing you here” She said with her voice more deep than normally.

“Hi Tara! Are you okay?” he asked, with concern in his voice

“Actually... No. Not at all, everything is falling apart and I don’t know what to do! I-I can’t even think how or where start!” A small sob escaped her lips and Thomas, with his heart aching seeing her like this, took her toward his car, away from nosy looks, something that Bernhardt's parents seems to be experts on it. Once inside of the vehicle, he touched gently her arm and her eyes looks at his, bright with tears and losted.

“Tara? What happened?” He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to hugged her, tell her everything is going to be fine, that he was at her side. But… he told her he wasn’t ready yet, maybe acting like that could be painful for her? Confused? Or he just should do it? It wasn’t like he was going to kiss her, right? Even if that though was in his subconscious since the party. While his mind was a crazy race of thoughts, Tara put her hand of top of his.

“Can we go away from here? At least for a bit? If you can…” Her voice sounded broken, like she was using all her energy to said those words. Thomas started the car and drove to a park where he parked in a quiet place. She seat there, in silence, looking at nothing, as if she was waiting for an answer that didn’t came.

“Tara, please talk to me, what is going on?” He said, touching her cheek. She look at him and started crying like he never saw before. At that moment, he forgot all his doubts, and hugged her tightly, feeling how the sobs made her tremble. He just hold her tight, stroking her hair, until she calmed enough to talk.

“He… He’s trying to take her away from me! Guy… h-he wants Rory's full custody! I can’t lose her Thomas! I don’t know what to do! I just know I can’t lose her, I can’t lose my baby!” Fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

“Tara, listen to me” he grabs her chin gently while his thumb caressed her cheek and dried the tears that fell uncontrollably. She look at him and calm down just a bit. “You don’t have to worried, I won’t let that asshole take her anywhere. Even though our justice system fails sometimes, there is no way he can win. For what you told me, he left without asking for any custody arrangement, he hasn’t seen her in years, I doubt that he even know her allergies or favourite colour!” His hand moved to fully hold her cheek, Tara put her hand on tops of his and press her face on it, closing her eyes for a moment, while some tears still fell down.

“You really think so?” She said with her voice taken for crying. He nods without taking his eyes of her. “God, I still can believe Guy is doing this, when Vanessa have me the envelope this morning, I almost fainted”

“Vanessa? His lawyer it’s Vanessa?” His blood started to boil like crazy, his free hand turn into a tight fist and his eyes narrowed with fury. Of course that bastard would hired the only person who seems to hated Tara. She nod miserably. “Well, that doesn’t matter. You are gonna have the lawyer who beat her score every time in law school.”

“What? Who?” her eyes widened, making her looks even more adorable.

“Me.” He said with a tiny smile and his cheeks a little red. “That it’s, if you take me as your lawyer”

“That would be awesome Thomas, even perfect! But…” She looked away, embarrassed, and her cheeks pink. “I can’t pay you” She looked more defeat than ever. “Maybe you just can recommend me to someone or—“

“You don’t have to pay me. I want to do this for you and Rory. Just let me help you Tara.” He took her hand in his and she entwined their fingers together. “I’m here for you, I… I care about you and Rory, I just can’t watch from afar while you face this, it would kill me.”

“Well… if you are sure” a small sweet smile form in her face, she pounced on him, hugged him tightly with her arms on his neck. His hands went to the small of her back and bury his head in her hair. He felt new tears in his cheeks coming from her eyes. “Thank you Thomas”

“Also, I think Luz would kick my ass if I don’t do this.” She chuckled softly and separated a little from him. One of his hands dried all the rest of tears from her eyes carefully, lovingly.

“Oh my gosh, I must look awful!” she said with another chuckled, trying to fix her hair.

“You look beautiful as always” he said looking at her fondly. Her cheeks turn red and also his. “Do you have time for a cup of coffee?” He wanted to be sure that she felt better and, to be honest, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

“Yeah, I took the day off but… oh! Thomas! You must be so late for work! I’m such a mess! I didn’t even though about that!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I'll take care of that later… So, what about that coffee?” He said smiling at her.

“I would love to” She smiled at him looking more relaxed since he saw her in the school. “Oh, before I forget, here.” She handed him the legal papers that Vanessa give her. Seeing her and Guy signatures make him furious again. God, he hated that guy. After a quick read, he took his briefcase and put the papers on it.

“I read them in detail in the office and I let you know what strategy we are going to prepare. For now, be calm and don’t talk to Guy. That jerk probably want to you explote, which any normal person would do after talk to him for only five seconds” He said before they got out of the car and headed to a lovely little coffee stand inside the park.

After they made their orders and chat about more happy things like the girls, her job, her new friend, Alma, he told her about one embarrassing moment that happen in the office a few days ago, they started to return to his car. Before they could get in she grabbed his hand and he turn toward her.

“Thank you. For everything Thomas, I don’t know what I would do without you.” She looked tired but happier. Before he could answer, she stood in tiptoe and kissed his cheek, letting her lips pressed there a little more that the necessary. Thomas was sure that if someone tried to cook an egg in his cheek, probably could, cause he felt like his skin were burning where her lips touched it.

“You can always count with me, Tara. For everything and every time.” He said while his lips goes to her forehead.

“I know. That one of the reasons I like you”

With his face completely red now, he kissed her knuckles, “I like you too”

They hugged one last time before entering in the car and drove back to the school, where she took her car back to her home and Thomas went to his office. After all, he had to prepared, what he suspected it would be, one of the most importants cases for him. No matter what, Rory and Tara, would be together. And he would be by side Tara.

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mieczyhale · 5 years ago

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a messy explanation of things and unnecessary information about life lately

soooo... right. i’m sorry i haven’t really been around aside from popping in here and there, and that i’ve been taking longer than usual to reply to things / not replying to things at all. it’s NOT that i’m upset with anyone or trying to ignore / avoid anyone, and it’s not that i don’t care / don’t love talking to you (whomstever you may be) i love chatting with y’all and wish i could get myself to reply to things quicker but i do not control the me lmfao honestly my sleep has never had a schedule but in recent weeks it’s kinda been operating like there’s a lil gremlin in my head who spins a wheel and picks my sleeping times at random - and it’s either like.. two hours or most of a day. there hasn’t been a lot of in between so that’s a thing!!

also in a fun added mix of maybe sleep?, missing meds, being stuck in the house more often than not, and the FUCKING EVERYTHING happening in the world right now my mental health is... probably run by the same goblin that runs my sleep schedule lmao consistency whomst?? since the lockdown started the depression has of course been around more but actually, worse than that, is how my anxiety - and by extension: my ocd - have really amped up and i need y’all to know that the struggle is painfully real (and another thing that affects shit like my replies and writing. reading as well. fics have been kinda stressful and that should be illegal. who authorized this?) i don’t hate talking about it but i don’t really like it either?? especially like.. in depth. but i will say there has been crying, screaming, pain!, and i’ve acquired a few physical injuries.

yeah

on a personal level - a ‘just me’ level - shit is an even bigger mess than usual lmao but all these things will get better eventually - they always do.

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NOW

ON A PERSONAL LEVEL - THE FULL LEVEL - THINGS.... are pretty great actually! i mean aside from the state of my fucking house e__e but Josh has been working from home for two (2) months now and it’s been really nice - people complaining about their partners being home?? can’t relate. yknow what?? i just might love that tall bastard even more from all this.fuck all y’all miserable fucks

we’ve been going out for drives and we’ve gone fishing and the only place i’ve gone too that’s re-opened is goodwill. because i require.. the shop. they do have a masks required rule! (at least at the one here) and, alongside that, the places we’ve gone that never closed (like grocery stores and the gas station and the hardware store) have social distancing rules and stuff in place which i love. can we keep social distancing after this is all over?? more things here in wisconsin are opening up and we might go to some. idk though. we also might not. either way its still a weird kind of exciting to see things opening back up?? even though i do think we’re not totally in the clear because most of our gov. sucks (our mayor tried to extend our stay-at-home order - keyword there is TRIED. we are the land of cheese, cows, and no fucking braincells for anyone)

having pets is obviously not a new thing for me but it’s still a thing. so it takes time and effort and energy and patience and love and a certain disregard for your own safety (claws. they really be as sharp as you think) so... it can be stressful, especially cuz we’ve had to keep them inside more as it gets hot out and something keeps breaking our porch screens (our cats are allowed onto our screened in porch or they can go out in a harness but we will never let them run free outside. fuck that noise) my bbies are all so cute and their personalities and idiosyncrasies are just... *chefs kiss* i love em and they’re definitely a part of what has made quarantine better

i’ve seen my mom a few times, like for my birthday and when she needed help moving Isaiah from one dorm to another and such, but that’s primarily been an option because she has become anti-mask and anti-stay-at-home-order. initially she wasn’t - she gave Isaiah and i fun lil masks since at that time trying to buy them would be impossible and she thought nothing of staying home - but i guess either as its dragged on or as she’s consumed her middle-right wing news that changed s o. she does take social distancing in public very seriously though, so at least there’s that. our favorite coffee shop, where we - pre-lockdown - always went one (1) or two (2) times a week to do art for hours re-opens on monday and that’s one of the few things i’ve truly missed.

josh’s camping trip for this weekend with his friends had to be cancelled because the parks weren’t going to open in time. so today they’re going somewhere to do at least some of the things they would have done if they had gone camping. bikes, bonfires, and cigars. i’m kinda jealous negl but he was really excited about it so mostly i’m happy

trying to figure out how human services was running things during lockdown was rough but thankfully it didn’t take much to get it sorted. mostly because my mom made the phone call i was supposed to lol (the phone anxiety is on its own level) so wednesday afternoon my mom sat with me while i had the appointment with my psychiatrist over speakerphone (which was.. an experience)

ummm.....

OH YEAH! Probably absolutely my favorite thing that’s happened is: WE��RE STARTING THE SEARCH FOR A NEW HOUSE!!!! it doesn’t mean we’re gonna be moving soon or anything, we don’t want to make the same mistake twice (buying the first house you tour that you love) because while it is a great house ultimately it is way too small for us. i mean there’s me and josh, all six cats, and ALL OUR SHIT. listen: i have an entire room dedicated to my various hobbies. and a walk in closet that isn’t big enough. and we both have collections we love and want to display (right now upstairs its hello kitty and downstairs its astronomy and the titanic. and then there’s pop figures, mtg, collectibles, our bottle collection and various knickknacks, etc.) plus all our books! then furniture and cat furniture (i.e towers) and all their shit because they are spoiled babies. and god forbid we ever have a human kid?? yeah. it’s just not big enough.

so we’re gonna take more time with this choice but what we do know is:: we wanna live out in the country (i’m paranoid and don’t like to be looked at and he loves the outdoors, lived on a farm for awhile. i also enjoy the outdoors but mostly since we moved into this house i’ve struggled with doing anything outside... while we only have one neighbor on our road. but there’s one across the road and one at the other side of our backyard and that’s just too much lol)

lets see.. um.... my birthday was may 2nd and that was pretty nice, for a pandemic birthday. there’s been a lot of stuff happening involving josh’s family but that’s not something i really wanna get into on here, tho i will say things have been better in recent weeks and it’s been... really nice. josh and i went to his mom’s house the other night and got drunk with her for fun and i actually had a really good time?? and didn’t complain about going?? that’s kinda unheard of.

i don’t have a job anymore - haven’t since early march-ish - and it kinda sucks but also the universe really did me a solid because my choices were either allow myself to work until i have a mental break again or quit. and i was leaning towards quitting (things had been going down hill with the owner and other employees and just the business as a whole for awhile and there’s a limit to the amount of bullshit i can take thanks) but now it doesn’t seem i have to. why do i think i’m jobless? i was barely working anyway, bc of the snow business was slow, and in march i got really sick and stayed home for a week. the day i was supposed to go back i was still sick, and covid19 was starting to become more of a serious situation everywhere, so josh called in for me and explained that between still being sick and my anxiety over covid (asthma + a not so great immune system) i wasn’t going in that day. i never heard from them again. so.

but it’s all good - there are some options but i’m not looking into them seriously until it’s safe to.

THAT’S ALL OF FUCKING THAT ON THAT

i felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to come on here and explain A. what’s been going on and B. where i’ve been and C. that if i haven’t responded to you or acknowledged something you sent me / tagged me in it’s literally just because i either forgot to (for all reasons and none) or i don’t have the mental space / energy to. but that doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to me! even if i don’t respond or respond immediately i do read everything and i would die for any one of you fuckers (especially my clowns and the tom hardy movie)

oh! and just btw - sometimes i don’t get notifications (quelle surprise) tumblr and skype should really pair up and talk about their truly great systems that function so well /s 8| ANYWAY: the best and most reliable ways to get my attention are twitter ( @/mieczyhale) and discord (same name) because i have yet to see their notifications fail. ahem.

i feel like i’m missing things / forgetting things but honestly this post is long enough and also enough of a rambley mess that i’m just gonna try and ignore that feeling and carry on with my goddamn day so i might actually accomplish something. sorry if there’s spelling off or missing words. i’m not taking the time to re-read this and might even delete it bc it’s already giving me anxiety bUT WE’LL SEE ALRIGHT HI AND BYE I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

#might delete later?? probably?? havent decided.#maison speaks #tinysquidrachel

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angelicspaceprince · 5 years ago

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Bruised

Author: Ama

Title: Bruised

Pairing: Doctor Martin Whitly x Reader

Character/s: Doctor Martin Whitly, mentions of Malcolm Whitly/Bright and Ainsley Whitly.

Word Count: 2, 649 words

Warnings: Spanking, some sexual stuff (18+ only please), some BDSM tones, Doctor being a title like Master or Sir

Tags: @trelaney

Prompt: You’d promised Doctor Whitly that you’d be good but you can’t help but bend the rules. The Doctor has had enough, and its time to be punished.

Notes: So I’m going to try and do Kinktober this year but I’m already late so they are all gonna be drabbles and randomised bc lol love it. See the full list of what to expect and what pairings, plus what kinks, here plus my two (hopefully to be released on Halloween) specials on the same page.

Also I know Martin is a serial killer, I know he’s an asshole but he’s a charming asshole that makes me want to sit on his face. So no, I hold no shame in this.

Buy Me a Coffee

Bruised

Being married to Martin was a chore some days. Being a step-mother to his two beautiful children that he had to his last wife after she mysteriously died was a challenge. But you loved every single minute.

Sure, stepping into the role of mother to two young ones when the youngest was only 12 weeks old wasn’t ideal but you loved Martin and Martin loved you, any challenge could be over come because surely you could work it out together.

The thing that annoyed you the most that, even after two years of being married to the love of your life, was the rules that he had in place that were iron tight and never bending (which was half the fun of having rules in the first place, you thought). You and the children weren’t allowed in his hobby room, for example. If you wanted his attention, you went to the door and called for him and he came to you. Family time is family time, was another. No distractions from your work or his allowed. That he had to be involved with every decision made regarding the children. They were, after all, his children and you were still, technically, the newcomer. Martin was very big on co-parenting so he always made sure your thoughts, opinions and needs were met but also ensured that his were too. The one that was the hardest one to abide by, however, was his rules about contacting him at work. Never during surgery, never during a consultation and never unless it was an emergency.

You understood the rules. You understood why they were there. And sure, the kinky stuff that happened when you broke the rules was fun. But it was also frustrating. You got frustrated when you called during a surgery because Ainsley had a fever and wouldn’t stop crying. You weren’t sure what to do and he hung up on you to deal with it yourself, followed by a screaming match that evening because you broke one of his precious rules because you panicked and didn’t know what to do. But after that, you spoke and came up with a system, so you knew when was appropriate to call him and when wasn’t. After all, you aren’t medically trained and had never dealt with a sick child before. He granted you a little slack.

So, today, when Malcolm was, for the twelfth time that morning, puking his guts up in the toilet, you called Martin to let him know Malcolm was going to have the day off of school. When the nurse picked up and informed you that you just missed him and he’d gone into the surgery that he had been prepping for for weeks now due to the intensity of the procedure, and she asked if you wanted to speak to him you swore under your breath before reassuring her. No. It’s fine. In fact, don’t even tell him I called.

Malcolm can have a sick day, Martin would never know.

Malcolm stopped vomiting around lunch time, and was all but better by dinner. Martin still hadn’t returned and you got a call from the night nurse to tell you that he was probably not going to make it home before midnight. Great. You got the kids ready for bed and slipped into bed shortly after, promising to tell Martin in the morning what happened with Malcolm. You woke up slightly after feeling Martin kiss you good night as he also slipped into bed after a long day, quickly noting that it was closer to 3am than midnight. You asked him quietly as he holds you close to him how it all went and the grumble that came with it suggests that it wasn’t a success. You move to grab his hand and rub your thumb against his arm in comfort as you both drift back off to sleep.

Martin insisted on taking Malcolm to school the next morning, having barely had three hours sleep but needing to be with his son for that thirty-minute trip to school before heading to work. You got Ainsley to preschool before heading off to your work for the day, coming home after picking up the kids, helping Malcolm with his homework as you cooked dinner and had family time as per Martin’s request. All was quiet and easy, just a regular day. Content, you were convinced you managed to get away with bending Martin’s rule slightly. Then the kids were in bed. And it was like the atmosphere had changed.

Walking up to the bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel something akinned to dread filling the pit of your stomach. When you entered your shared room, Martin was there removing his cuff links and humming to yourself. Just anxiety, you tell yourself. Everything is fine.

You go about your usual nightly routine silently, both in your own thoughts. Martin is the one to break the silence.

“You’ll never guess what Malcolm’s teacher told me today.” You hum in acknowledgement, not completely listening as you come out from the bathroom and towards the bed. “She said that it was great to see Malcolm feeling so much better after having to stay home yesterday.”

Your heart stops. Shit. You knew you forgot to tell him something this morning. The look on his face is positively feral as you try to get your words together.

“I’m so sorry Martin, I called but you were in surgery, and I-” Your words come tumbling out in a large mess as you try to explain

“Oh no love. I don’t think you deserve to call me that tonight.” His voice is low, dark, and you know instantly, you’re going to be punished. And not in a good way.

You swallow and try again as he slowly makes his way over to you, eyes never leaving you. “Sorry, Doctor Whitly. I called to explain the situation, but you had already started surgery. I didn’t think you wanted to be interrupted, so I called Malcolm in sick. I was going to tell you this morning but with the rush and you didn’t get in until 3 I thought perhaps, I could just let it slide for now, tell you maybe tomorrow when things were calmer. He was really very sick.” You finished before adding a smaller apology at the end of your ramble which causes him to send you a small, firm smile as he rubs the sides of both your upper arms in a comforting manner.

“I know you are, love.” His voice seems to calm you for a second. “Unfortunately, you still need to be punished.”

You aren’t sure if you’re excited or nervous as he moves to sit at the edge of the bed and pats his lap expectedly. “Mar-” The look on his face makes you change your tactic. “Doctor Whitly, is this really necessary?” His look darkens, clearly about to give you your first warning. You tried, with very little success, to drape yourself across his lap with some dignity. He moves your hips until your hips rest tilted up towards him in his lap as the rest of your body drapes across and dangles either side of him.

“You’ve been so disobedient; do you really think you could get away without some form of punishment?” He chides you as he harshly yanks down your shorts and panties, leaving your ass bare. “Do you remember what I expect of you?”

You nod and yelp as you get a warning tap to your rear, not hard enough to sting but enough to prompt you to verbalise. “Count, thank, apologise.” You recite. “Be truthful with colour checks, green is good, yellow is ok, red is stop. Safe word is thoracic.” He rubs your thigh as praise as you go through your script before tapping at them to get you to spread them slightly for better balance.

“Let’s see, you called me during a very important, career changing surgery, only to hang up and waste the nurse’s time. You made an important parenting decision for my son without consulting me first. You then forgot to tell me the following day and I had to find out from Malcolm’s teacher. You have refused to address me properly twice just this evening. Five strikes for each count I believe is fair, don’t you dearest?” You knew that it was a trick question, if Martin thought the punishment was fair, that’s the punishment you’re going to get. Nonetheless, he always asks if you agreed.

“Yes, Doctor Whitly.” You state quietly as you prepare for the punishment to begin.

You can hear your husband hum happily at your words before lifting his hand, ready for the first strike. “Don’t forget, Y/N, if you miss one, we start again.”

You squeak when the first smack hits your left cheek, the sting instant and the heat follows soon after. Your face seems to heat up in embarrassment as you breathe and prepare for the second, not realising what you had forgotten until Martin clears his throat. Quickly, you fix your mistake. “One. Thank you, Doctor Whitly. Sorry, Doctor Whitly.”

Its rushed, but the words are all there. He is tempted to have you start again and add another five to the list. You seem to be shaking as you wait for him to either smack you again or tell you to start again. “I will forgive your forgetfulness this one time, pet.” He states somewhat kindly before his hand makes contact with your right cheek, again the sting appearing before the heat.

“Two. Thank you, Doctor Whitly. Sorry, Doctor Whitly.”

Martin continues with your punishment, stopping for long enough for you to state the number you were up to, thank him for your punishment and apologise for your transgressions. The power he got from you calling him by his medical title is something he’s never been able to find elsewhere, and he is enjoying every moment. He made sure never to hit the same place twice and watches as your flesh seems to ripple against his hand in an appealing manner. Your skin is slowly turning redder by his hand as he moves down to mark up your thighs to match your now cherry red ass. Such a nice colour, his favourite colour on you.

The first smack to your thigh surprises you. You hold back a swear as you continue you’re your count. “Nine. Thank you, Doctor Whitly. Sorry, Doctor Whitly.”

“Colour?”

“Green.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You grunt at the next strike to your left upper thigh, you are sure this one was harder than the others. “Ten. Thank you, Doctor Whitly. Sorry, Doctor Whitly.” There seems to be a pause as you shift slightly in his lap.

“You’re not enjoying this, are you? This is supposed to be your punishment, pet.” His bemused voice fills the room as your already red face flushes further.

You had been trying to ignore the heat in your belly that had been growing with each passing strike and how you were slowly becoming wetter as time went on. “I’m sorry, Doctor Whitly, I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, but you did.” His palm lands flat against your ass again as he moves to see how wet your cunt is as you continue with your count. “You really are a bad girl, ignoring my rules, enjoying your punishment. I’m convinced you break my rules so you can be back in this position.” You bite back a moan as a finger is pushed inside of you and just held there. You don’t dare buck up against him, or grind or beg for more. This was a test. You just knew it.

Again, he chuckles as he removes his finger and smacks your thighs twice each side in quick concession. You hurry to catch up with your mantra as he sucks your juices off his finger. “Good girl.” He rewards, moving to soothe the angry red skin. “Only ten more to go, can you handle it?” You nod, looking straight at the door as you wait for the rest of your punishment.

The final ten strikes come quickly after you’ve counted, thanked and apologised Martin. You are sure you are going to have bruises and there isn’t a part of your thighs and ass that isn’t red in some way. Martin is quick to rub every red area with his hand as he soothes you, praising you for doing so well, asking if you wanted ointment to help with the bruising and pain. You hum, which he takes as a yes because soon he’s rubbing something into your skin and your shorts and panties are pulled up and over your bum again, keeping you decent. You had two little ones in your house, pyjamas weren’t optional anymore.

He pulls you up and into his lap with your knees either side his waist as he holds you and rubs your back, making sure you’re ok as he hums you small tunes and makes sure you are ok.

“Did you want me to help with that?” He asks, indicating to the wet patch clearly growing on your panties. You were absolutely dripping but the idea of anything touching you wasn’t something you were keen on right now. You shake your head.

“Just hold me?” Martin smiles at your request.

“Oh, I think I can do that. Let’s get on the bed properly love.” He brings you up to the top of the bed and towards the centre so the two of you can rest together properly as he continues to take care of you, making sure you are safe in your own mind and not in need of anything. “Tea?”

“No, I don’t know what blend you use but it always makes me super sleepy.” You complain as you yawn loudly. “And I’m sleepy enough as is. Thank you, though.” He just looks down at you with a smile as you snuggle closer to him and bring the blankets over you, you still straddling him as he holds you close. “I was going to tell you. I didn’t mean to keep it secret, I just didn’t want to interrupt your surgery and it wasn’t a big deal. Just a tummy bug, really.”

“I still would have liked to have known what was going on. He’s our son, I just want to be involved with decisions made.” He explains gently, seemingly calmer now you were talking properly again.

“I know. I just didn’t know what to do because I can’t make decisions without talking to you first, and I can’t call you during surgery. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.” You explain carefully. “I do love you, and I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. I’ll work on that. But there has to be a way that you feel like I am doing the best for your – our – kids whilst taking your thoughts and concerns into consideration. I wouldn’t of kept Malcolm home if it was just a cold. He was throwing up and, although he didn’t have a fever, there was no way he was going to be able to pay attention in class.” Martin hums as you explain the situation. “What if, if something like that happens again, I call your office and leave a message? That way you’ll know before you get home and I won’t interrupt your work?”

Martin thinks over this for a second before nodding. “Seems like a good compromise.” You smile happily. “I love you too, by the way.”

“I know you do.” You yawn once more before settling on his chest.

“You’re sure you’re ok?”

“Yup. Just comfy. And sleepy.”

He laughs quietly as you quickly fall into a slumber in his arms, him following your example merely seconds later, both of you holding each other in your arms.

#ama writes #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #doctor martin whitly #martin whitly #prodigal son #doctor martin whitly x reader #martin whitly x reader #doctor martin whitly/reader #martin whitly/reader #there are no martin fics and im here to rectify that #prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son fanfiction #martin whitly fanfic #martin whitly fanfiction #doctor martin whitly fanfic #doctor martin whitly fanfiction #prodigal son reader insert fanfic

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patrineptn · 5 years ago

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Secret Santa Gift!

This is the first part of my Secret Santa Gift to @fenrae-l! I hope you like it! There may be some errors (cuz’ my keyboard isn’t on good shape lol) but I’ll double-check tomorrow before posting part two!

Also tagging Miss @masquerabe for organizing this wonderful Kagx Secret Santa!

Detroit: Becoming Hers

Part I One would think a workshop in a big company such as Cyberlife would be full of modern tables, glass walls, shining surfaces and the latest generation technology like they show in the movies. Maybe they were like that in the development department; certainly, Kamski's office was designed to be a perfect representation of the company's public image: futuristic and revolutionary. The dream working room for newly graduated engineers - at least for ninety-nine percent of Kagome's former classmates. As for Kagome herself, not so much.

Kagome Higurashi graduated a few years prior - a few years meant over a decade, but she didn’t dwell too much on it as time and age held no significance for her. She wasn’t the top of her class and had no relevant projects to shine. Her grades, however, didn’t reflect her passion for artificial intelligence and androids and this trait wasn’t missed by Kamski. From assistant do project manager, Kagome climbed up her way through Cyberlife until she was assigned to one of their newest products, RK800, the negotiator and law enforcement prototype.

"Hello again, Connor," she greeted as the android entered the room. The security camera followed him. He seemed physically fine, which was an improvement from the last time he came. He resembled a human in almost every aspect. His artificial intelligence simulated so many emotions she often forgot he was a machine, especially in times like these.

"It seemed to suit you," he said as he handed her a small box. Kagome looked away to hide the silly grin on her lips. She had been in charge since #313 248 317 - 01 and he was no less than a charming gentleman. Even after fifty versions, there was always something new, especially now that he was working with Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

"Thank you," she answered with a soft smile and Connor’s face seemed to relax. He laid on the table in front of her. After one last glance, his eyes became distant and cold.

Kagome carefully saved her gift, drinking in a single gulp what was left of her tea and filling the mug with clean water before putting the flower on it. She then typed a few commands on the prompt. The sounds of the engines filled the room. Kagome put on her IPE. It was time to work.

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"Is he okay?"

Connor couldn’t not recognize Hank’s characteristic voice. He had regained conscience sometime before, but his functions were still coming back as his system checked the status of his biocomponents. The first was the taste, which reminded him of how much thirium he had lost. The last thing he remembered was the deviant at the TV station threatening Hank’s life. Then came the touch, with gentle fingers working on the wounds on his body, soothing the slight sting from the laser.

Green tea and cherry blossoms, a combination he recognized but couldn’t remember who it belonged to, as his brain was still fully concentrated on the task of repairing the previous damage. He was comforted, though, by these smells. Connor wasn’t sure he was supposed to feel that, or if that was the right name for what he was feeling. He was made to interpret feelings, not feel them. Connor saved that information to discuss with Kagome at their next meeting.

“Yeah. Connor should regain conscience at any moment.” Connor would never mistake Kagome’s voice. That explained the scents too. And the gentleness. But why did they let Hank into the workshop? There were only a handful of people allowed to enter, certainly, the lieutenant wasn’t one of them.

He expected to meet plain white walls, mechanical arms, and grippers, some wires and loads of screens. Instead, as his vision came back, he met wooden walls, flower vases, some paintings, Hank drinking something other than soda or alcohol. What caught his attention, however, was Kagome Higurashi.

Replacing the white lab coat and the usual Cyberlife uniform were a tank top and a pair of shorts. Her black hair was free and wild, the opposite of the tight bun or straight ponytail he was used to. She had been in charge of him since Connor #01, proof that she was one of the most talented and trusted engineer working under CyberLife - and his favorite, he admitted.

More than a handful of times he caught himself thinking about Kagome.

“Welcome back, Connor,” said Kagome, her blue eyes warm and welcoming. "Don't you dare to scare me like that again." She released a sigh as she put down the laser and took off the protection glasses. “I almost had a stroke when Hank knocked on my door dragging your limp body.”

Connor turned to Anderson, who was frowning at the source of the scent. “Lieutenant? How did we get here?”

“How? You spammed my phone with this address. I've felt like the time I've accidentally clicked on a weird ad."

The memories came back. The TV station. The deviant android. Throwing himself to save Hank from possible death. He thought the sacrifice would be worth as long as he could save his friend’s life at the same time he was scared for his own life.

He lifted his gaze to meet Kagome's relieved look. “Thanks for bringing him here, Hank. Cyberlife has this thing to just replace cyborgs over the smallest things, you know? I would hate getting to work tomorrow and having to set up a ‘new Connor’. Cyberlife has never been the same since Elijah retired.”

“Elijah?”

“Elijah Kamski, Cyberlife’s founder,” answered Connor. “The mind behind the android technology.”

“Is he alive?” Kagome and Connor nodded. “Good. I guess we are paying him a visit tomorrow.” Hank stood up. Connor followed his lead. “We’ve already taken too much of your time, Kagome. We should be going.”

“It’s not a problem at all! I hope we can meet again under better circumstances.”

“I’d love to. Come one, Connor. I can’t leave Sumo alone for much longer,” said Hank, already heading to the door.

That little dialogue bothered him. For the first time since they met, he felt hostility towards Hank. Conflicted thoughts, alien feelings invaded his core. He needed to sort that soon and there was only one person he trusted enough to open up about the matter.

“Actually, Hank, I’d like to speak more with Kagome.”

Part II will be up tomorrow! (Fev. 16, 2020)

#kagx secret santa #inuyasha #detroit: become human #Kagome #kagome higurasi #connor

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theoriginalladya · 5 years ago

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WIP Meme

Tagged by @swaps55. I hope you know I hopped out of bed when I was almost asleep to post this so I wouldn’t forget! lol Tagging anyone who wants to participate!!! (At this time of night, I can’t remember the tumblr names of my writing friends!)

After losing rewrites on two ShepShep chapters last week, I decided to look at something else until I could calm down enough and focus on them again. I was a bit suprised when my old Francesca and Giovanni Shepard muses popped up. I originally wrote them in La Vie En Rose back in 2014, hoping and fully intending to write them again at some point. Well, it appears that ‘some point’ may be now as I now have a list of oneshots I want to write for them. I’ve currently worked on parts of two of them. Today, since I forgot my knitting at home, I worked a bit on Walkabout. Really rough draft here, but it’s something at least. Not sure when I’ll post it since I’m still trying to figure out some of the details that follow this, but here’s the beginning part.

Giovanni Shepard is the military Shepard - N7, soldier or infiltrator (I honestly can’t recall which at this point and my notes are MIA)

Francesca Shepard is a civilian Shepard who works on the Citadel as a singer at a nightclub there. She left home at the age of almost 16 (she is about three years older than her brother) after her biotics manifested, and eventually was found by Conatix and sent to BAaT where she met Kaidan and all the other L2s.

NOTE: Their family name is actually PASTORE which, if no one has figured it out yet, is Shepard in English.

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(set in the ME1 timeline)

There were some who thought the Presidium the heart and soul of the Citadel. Others, far more jaded and cynical, considered it representative of just how ignorant the Council was to the state of the galaxy as a whole and the plight of those who inhabited it. For Francesca Shepard, it was somewhere in between; a place of relative peace and calm, where one could spend some quiet time outside of the craziness of the Wards. A place where collecting one’s thoughts was far easier with fewer distractions.

A place in which she could meet with her long-lost brother and feel relatively assured they would have both time and opportunity for discussion that wouldn’t be interrupted. Seventeen years of separation was a long time and she suspected they would need whatever peace and calm they could find for the conversation ahead of them. And while she didn’t expect to get through everything with him today, this arrangement provided a good starting point.

Giovanni asked to meet at the embassy, but no sooner did Cesca arrive than she discovered he had no intention of remaining. She entered the office and barely had time to wave a quick greeting at Anderson when she turned to follow her younger brother out to the main thoroughfare.

Not that she did, but if she had any doubts remaining whether Gio was her blood relation or not, chasing after his tall, long-legged stride inherited from their mother’s side of the family ended it. She was built much the same, after all. The difference, however, came from his years of training and military experience. By the time they reached the first skycab stall, she was already out of breath. “Gio, wait!”

He continued on, focused on the path ahead of him rather than on her. She scrambled after him, doing her level best to keep up. He was about halfway between the embassy and the Council chambers when he finally decided to slow down. Half turning, Cesca noticed a shocked expression in his eyes as they met hers over the considerable distance now separating them.

With a slight boost of adrenaline, she caught up. Smiling wryly, she asked between gasps of air, “We in a race or something, little brother?”

Gio snorted, but a small smirk played at the corner of his lips. Giving her a few moments, he stared off beyond her shoulder. “Do you remember when we used to?”

“Mmm.” Cesca inhaled slowly, deeply, and nodded. “Used to drive Mom crazy, as I recall.”

He flashed her a quick smile. “Should have seen her reaction when I joined the track team in high school.”

Gio started off once more, but this time keeping a more moderate pace. By the time they walked past the Council Chamber entrance, Cesca felt herself once more. “Track, huh?”

His lips twitched. “Yeah. She didn’t understand why I wanted, needed, to run.”

Eyeing him carefully, she searched for details he wasn’t providing. His face was a blank mask. Sometime over the past decade plus, he’d learned to control his emotions. “And Dad? How did he react?”

The shrug was a casual move, but it was impossible to miss the deeper hurt behind it. “I’m not sure he ever knew.”

Cesca could imagine it all too easily. Marco Pastore, the patriarch of their family, had one main focus in life; recreate the family winery on Mindoir and be as successful there as his ancestors had been back on Earth. That focus left no time for attending school productions, in her case, or sporting events, in Gio’s; assuming Marco had even been aware of them in the first place. “Not surprising, really,” she murmured after a moment.

“No.”

They continued down the walkway until their only option was to veer around to the left. The Presidium was a huge place, filled with lovely scenery and works of art for all to enjoy. In fact, ahead of them on the right was one such piece. A miniature Mass Relay; no one seemed to know much of its origin, but even on such a small scale, it appeared to be as detailed and accurate as one of the actual one’s that were thousands of times larger that allowed for transport between systems. It was a beautiful piece, one that drew people in to view from all over, and Cesca liked to visit it on occasion. However, today it was surrounded by a number of others, and she was more interested in catching up on the missing years with Gio.

Apparently, he felt the same. He slipped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her past the replica and beyond. His steps hesitated, and he glanced down at her. Though several years younger, he still had a good few inches on her in height. “I don’t want to pry,” he said quietly once they were well beyond anyone and the voices had lowered to a dull roar, “but can you tell me what happened? Why you left?”

She searched his face for a moment, but read nothing but honest interest in it. “What do you know?”

He shook his head and stared out over the manmade lake separating the districts of the Presidium. “Not much,” he replied. “One day you were there; the next you were gone and no one would tell me anything....”

#ladya writes #wip meme #swaps55 #Mass Effect fanfiction #Giovanni Shepard #Francesca Shepard #Walkabout

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 years ago

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Truth [Part 3]

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What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But... a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Smut (like a lot... so... just turn around now if you’re not of age or aren’t into that).

A/N: Please be gentle with me my darling readers and pumpkins. I want to be very confident about this whole smut writing thing but I’m new to it and just yeah, I hope you like it lol!

That being said my fucking GAAAAD it was fun to write. But, honestly, the morning after... that is my fave part.

I’m really excited to see what you all think of this one. Like I said in another post, this baby is just running away with me so if you like these two there’s a lot more coming.

Tags are open!

@mywinterwolf @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415 @wonderlandmind4 @handplucked @piensa-bonito @midnightdream83

You’re making out as the elevator doors slide open and the door to Bucky’s tower apartment swings in, ah Jarvis. Manhattan glitters through the floor to ceiling windows and only a couple of lamps are on leaving the room comfortably dim. It smells like him here, spicy and warm with notes of sandalwood and tee tree. It’s a good smell you think. He doesn’t put you down as you expect. Instead, he just turns and carries you to his room.

He lets you down onto the bed and you lean up on your elbows staring up at him. For a second you just take the other in. His chest is heaving a bit, hunger etched in every line of his face. Without taking his eyes off you his right-hand wanders to his belt and unbuckles it, undoing the button of his jeans, then the soft rasp of his zipper.

Are you breathing? You think you may have forgotten, distracted as you were, but when his hand stops the thought occurs that you should take one.

Filling your lungs you scoot forward, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, you run your hands down his sides to his waistband. As you work his jeans over his hips he gently runs metal fingers down your cheek to your lips, his thumb tracing the shape.

You place a kiss on his right hip bone and run the tip of your tongue down the v of his abdomen stopping just short and going to the other side to do the same. A shudder and soft sound comes from him, you feel him move just under your face and smirk.

“Tease,” he whispers as you look up to meet his eyes. He had no idea.

Your nails run the same path your tongue had and just before touching him change course to continue down his inner thighs. His jaw tightens, no doubt trying to maintain some kind of control.

Opening your mouth a touch you wet your index and middle fingers, even slipping them in a bit for good measure. When you run them, warm and moist up the underside of his cock, tracing the base of the head lightly with your middle finger, his breath becomes ragged and there’s the soft sounds of metal gears.

“Just enjoying myself,” you say smiling up at him.

With that you slowly take his head in your mouth, flicking your tongue from the base to the tip. The ragged sound that escapes him sends tingles through your whole body. His right-hand tangles in the hair at the back of your head but doesn’t force you down on to him, just sits there silently begging for more. You decide to give him what he wants, because fuck if you don’t want it too, want to hear the sounds he’ll make, taste him, feel him. You take all of him into your mouth, wrapping your right index, middle, and thumb around the base of his cock.

Something like, “Oh,” comes from him as you begin to work him, steadily, just a little suction. He growls a bit as he hits the back of the throat. Your left hand resting on his muscular thigh feels him tense after a few minutes.

“Stop,” he pants, though he still thrusts at you. You feel something like a smile work the muscles in your face despite the mouthful. His fingers tighten in your hair and pull your head back, the pull of his fingers more tantalizing than painful. “Woman, if you don’t stop this is going to be over much faster than either of us want.”

He runs his metal index finger under your bottom lip to remove some lingering moisture. When it rubs on the soft skin of your lips you’re surprised at how smooth it feels. Stepping back he kicks off his boots and slips out of his jeans leaving him deliciously bare.

You swallow hard. Even in the dim light, he’s immaculate. All dark hair, rippling muscles, and that fucking cock. Christ. You swallow hard keeping the small sound of pleasure that threatened to slip out contained. He seems to notice your admiration anyway and slowly moves back toward the bed.

Tilting your chin up to look at him, he smiles broadly before kissing you deep. He pushes you back against the bed and runs his hands down your torso causing you to shudder. Grasping your ample hips he holds them as he takes your nipple in his mouth.

This time you can’t swallow the sound. A small gasping moan bursts from you and your hips press against his hold. His eyes look up at you glinting before moving to the other eliciting much the same reaction from you. Kissing a trail down your body he stands and slips your feet free of your battered Converse and unbuttons your jeans. In one swift tug, they’re gone.

Bucky licks his bottom lip and smirks hands once again grabbing your hips he pulls you effortlessly to the edge of the bed as he kneels on the ground. His stubble scratches and tickles at your inner thighs and you sigh feeling goosebumps rise all over your body. But when he lowers his mouth to you, that’s electric.

As he sucks at your clit you cry out, loudly, so fucking thankful that these apartments are soundproof. Pleasure already curls tight in your belly begging to be set free. It had been far too long since someone had touched you like this. His tongue pulses against you and his right hand comes around sliding two fingers into you, ever so subtly stretching you open.

“Fuck!” Your back arches and you feel the tingles of energy snaking just under your skin. Don’t light anything on fire, Y/N, sober you whispers from the depths of your consciousness. He lifts his head and replaces the maddening feeling of his mouth with the gentle pressure of his thumb, rubbing around your clit. Panting you look at him, a coy smile on his face.

“I want you to come for me, Y/N,” he says, voice low and rumbling. This sets you alight, and your brows crease with worry, genuinely concerned about causing damage.

He notices, “Don’t worry about it. Stark can buy me a new comforter if need be. I wanna see you come.” He pauses, “Do you want to?” He asks and begins to lower back down.

“Yes,” you pant, “please, please.” You grab a hank of his hair as he takes you back into his mouth. Your hips grind, lifting of their own accord, and his fingers pump harder into you.

“Bucky, fuck, Bucky!” The orgasm tears through you. So different from your solo endeavors of late. This is white hot pleasure flooding your system as he keeps working you through it. You forgot it could feel this way. Your grip on him loosens and he stands from between your trembling thighs.

There’s a fascinated look on his face, “Beautiful.” You hold your arm up and look at the pinpoints of light winking in and out on your skin, barely visible tendrils of energy connecting the points. Honestly, you always thought it was garish, something that marked you as a freak. But… nothing was on fire and maybe it was beautiful.

His right hand is holding onto his cock, slowly stroking it, looking down at you. You scoot back to be fully on the bed, leaning up.

Keeping your eyes on his you open your legs, “You could take care of that yourself I guess.” You smirk, hand wandering between your legs, “But I think I have a much better idea.”

Lowering himself over you he rests on his forearms peering into your eyes, suddenly serious, “Are you sure?”

You reach up and bring his face to yours, crushing a kiss onto his lips, and growl out, “I want you to fuck me, Bucky Barnes, until I don’t remember who either of us are.”

He smolders for just a second, your words having the desired effect, and he thunders into you. You can’t help but cry out as he fills you, the ache so sweet, pressing yourself closer to him.

“Fuck,” he groans and kisses you, his tongue filling your mouth. Wrapping your legs around his hips you urge him faster. Sitting up he pulls your legs away spreading them wide. When he slams into you it’s almost too much. Even so, you press back against him, hard, wanting all of him.

Releasing your left leg his right-hand lowers to you. When his thumb strokes your clit you almost lose it. Your hands are balled into fists, holding onto the duvet for dear life. His pace quickens, thumb stroking you, when you look at him the expression of lust and satisfaction there is enough to tip you over the edge. He fucks you through it, making the aftershocks shake you almost as much as the orgasm itself had.

He leans back down, pace maddeningly slow, and presses a kiss just under your ear. When he lifts his mouth to your ear you gasp a little, the feeling of his breath and stubble making you shiver.

“How about you turn over for me, doll?” He growls into your ear. All you can manage is a nod, language a forgotten skill.

As you go to turn once he’s pulled out, he grabs you lifting and flipping you as if you weigh nothing. A laugh tumbles from you and quickly turns into sounds of pleasure as he kisses the space between your shoulder blades. Your ass lifts and you can feel him pressed against your lower back.

A sound of pleasure rumbles in his chest as he feels you squirm. Lifting off you his hands grab your ass before slapping both cheeks just enough to smart. You groan in pleasure and raise up on your knees.

“Mmm,” he hums caressing you. Without warning, he plunges into you once more. He fucks you until all you can think about is this, the feeling of him, the waves of pleasure. His hands reach around the front of you and lift you up so your back is pressed against his chest, his fingers catching and toying with your nipples.

“Kiss me,” he whispers. You turn and find his lips, greedily. His left-hand wraps gently around your throat, not threatening and you stay like that for a moment, not moving just connected, kissing ferociously.

He releases you and pushes you gently back down. Moving from behind you he coaxes you to your back once more. His face hovering above you he runs his hands up your arms and pins them above your head. This time he’s slow, gently entering you so you can feel every inch of him bit by bit.

“B… Bucky,” you softly moan. This makes a smile rise and his pace quicken just a touch. You meet his rhythm effortlessly in sync. When you push against his hands he presses them harder into the bed and you, surprisingly, love this feeling of giving control over to him.

“Y/N,” he grumbles before catching your mouth with his. He releases your arms and braces his forearms on either side of your head. You wrap your arms under his feeling the muscles of his back work as he fucks you slow, steady, deep.

Your back arches pressing against him, he quickens, you’re almost there again, “Please Buck,” his brows crease.

“Now,” he groans. Both of your bodies shudder in unison, and you hold on tight to him. He kisses you hard, pressing your head into the bed, body shaking.

When he stops and lifts his head his eyes are gleaming, much as you knew yours were, the intensity having brought tears to you both. You cup his face in your hands and just stare at him before kissing him again.

You spend a few minutes intertwined like that. Both shaking and just barely keeping it together. It feels like you’re the only two creatures in the world right now like there was never some dark past, just this.

He pulls away from another barrage of kisses and his thumbs stroke your forehead, “Thank you.” His voice is barely audible.

“Ditto,” you manage to eke out. This earns you a crooked smile and he reluctantly rolls off of you.

In his bathroom you don’t even turn the light on for a moment, just looking at the constellation of your skin in the mirror, sparkling and like a starry sky. He was right, it was beautiful. When you emerge he’s pulled the blankets down on his bed and leaned against the headboard still nude.

Suddenly you feel awkward, exposed despite what just went down. What now? His eyes slowly rise to meet your own and he smiles so big his nose crinkles. Cute.

“Would you like a shirt?” All you manage is a shrug, standing frozen in the middle of his room. His expression softens and he extends his right hand, “Come here, doll.”

Was this what you wanted? Did you want to stay? Even sober you, slowly more and more in control of the situation, is on the same page. You absolutely did want to stay.

Without a word, you crawl into the bed and Bucky wraps you in his arms, your head comfortably resting on his chest.

“Could… Could I maybe stay here? Just for tonight?” You ask, voice so unsure.

He tilts your head to look at him. “I wouldn’t have it another way darling.” He kisses you and you both slide down into the bed. A dreamless, contented sleep finding its way to the both of you quickly.

There’s a loud banging at the door. Who the fuck?! You roll over, committed to ignoring whoever thought you were going to get out of your bed for anything next to a national crisis.

“Buck!” You hear Steve bellow over the door com. Suddenly you are very awake. “Open the fucking door, man!” Shooting up you remember, last night, you’re in Bucky’s apartment and he’s dead asleep next to you, one ass cheek poking out from under the sheet. Damn, it was a great ass.

Fuck. Situation at hand. Focus.

“James fucking Barnes! I am going to tear this door down if you don’t open it!” Jarvis is being smugly silent you note. Traitor.

You pick up the pillow you slept on and smack Bucky with it, “Hey!”

Groaning he rolls over, looking up at you, voice groggy, “What?”

“I. Am. Not. Kidding. Bucky.” Steve yells.

“Fuck!” Bucky shoots up.

“Yeah, fuck.” You quip. He’s rummaging for underwear fumbling to get them on. It takes effort to suppress a laugh.

“You want him to know your here?” He hisses, a smirk on his lips despite the tone.

“Not particularly.”

“Then hush,” he smiles and leans into the bed kissing you before bolting out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You sit stunned for a second, pulling the sheet over your chest. What. Was. Happening.

He just kissed you. Sober you fully in control. And you didn’t hit him, zap him, or think of any way to maim him at all. This was fully Stark’s fault you decide. Him and his fucking special sauce. Ass.

Grabbing a pillow you hold it to your chest, trying not to focus on the conversation now taking place in the living room. It smells like him, your eyes close as you breathe deep. Nope. You pull yourself together and fling the offending object away from you.

Bucky (Barnes the stubborn part of your brain wants to still call him), and you couldn’t do this. It would be too much. Too much trauma between you. No. Unacceptable. Groaning you fall forward and face plant on the duvet, ass in the air. But… the sex was fucking phenomenal.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t hear Steve leave. When the door opens Bucky sees you, face in the bed, ass in the air and laughs.

“Is this an open invitation or…?”

“You wish,” you say, sitting back into a normal position. He shrugs and smirks in response. Really what you wished was that you could say you’d deny him another round. Because… yeah, even sober you couldn’t turn it down. “Disaster averted?” You ask as he sits on the bed next to you, running his hands through his hair.

“Disaster’s a little harsh don’t you think?”

Playfully you bat at his right arm. “You know what I mean.”

He flashes you a smile, “Yes, disaster was averted. You can rest easy, our cover of being bitter enemies is not yet blown.” You had rested easy, very easy, after last night you think.

You nod, “Jesus I need a shower.” You slide off the bed next to him and pick your discarded jeans up off the floor, slipping into them. His eyes burn into you as you do so. When you look back his expression is soft and… appreciative. Nope, you tell yourself again despite the tightening in your belly.

Your shirt… Fuck… your shirt and bra were still in the range. “Can I take you up on that shirt offer?” Mentally you plan to go there before your own apartment, hoping no one has felt the need to shoot anything yet today.

“Sure,” he says going to his dresser. Was that disappointment on his face? “Here,” he tosses a black v-neck to you. It’s a bit oversized and smells like him. Ugh.

The two of you stand awkwardly looking but not looking at the other. Finally, you break the silence.

“Thanks… for… uh… letting me stay,” you say looking up at him as you pull on a sneaker.

A half smile rises to his face and he runs his left hand through his hair, “I… I’m glad that… you wanted to…”

Suddenly, a laugh bubbles out of you, you can’t help it. It’s one of those laughs that overtakes you and you just can’t stop. You collapse onto the edge of the bed and he looks at you confused before he can’t help but join in. After a few minutes, you wipe at the tears in your eyes. It had been a long time since you laughed like that… years… decades maybe.

“What are we? A couple of fucking teenagers? Christ.” You pant out, giggles still coming. He’s closer to you now, beaming. “I feel like I’m about to sneak out the window and hope my mom doesn’t catch me coming home.”

He extends his right hand, “Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re about to shake my hand and say it was a pleasure or some shit.” A snorting laugh bursts from him and he shakes his head, you take his hand and he pulls you up.

Your bodies are close though not touching and he’s looking down at you. Unthinking you raise up on your toes and kiss him, not hard or lustful just soft. He cups your face in his hands holding you there. Both of you look into the eyes of the other not knowing at all what to say.

You sigh, “I’ve got to go.”

“Ok,” he kisses you once more and releases you. You nod and head for the front door. When your hand is on the knob you pause, hearing movement behind you. His hands are on your waist spinning you around. Pinning you to the door he kisses you, hard, passionately. You oblige, each of you wanting one last taste of this, regardless of if it was a good idea or not.

He pulls away, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m going to want my shirt back,” he says smirking.

“We’ll see, Barnes,” his last name said with a wink, “We’ll see.” Quickly pecking his cheek you push him away and head out the door.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky smut #smut #bucky imagine #bucky fic

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sansy-fresh · 6 years ago

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Anxious

a thing i wrote in response to forgetting to take my own anxiety meds for most of the day lol

Ship: Swapfell Sans/Reader

Tags: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Realistic Depictions of Anxiety, Reader has a bad day, Sans is there to make it better, Reader's gender is not mentioned

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12802503/chapters/39915603

It’d been a bad day. Well, it wasn’t like any of your days were particularly great, but this one had been a real kicker. First, your boss had given you a rather harsh reprimand in front of the other workers. Well, no, first mistake of the day had been that you’d forgotten your anxiety meds, forgoing breakfast in place of making a bigger lunch than usual. The change to your schedule drove your mind off track, making you forget then remember last minute to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, among other, less important things than remembering your damn medicine. Then the thing with your boss happened, and that had set off what was already a growing ball of unease in your belly.

Then you’d gotten a few things wrong during the work day, and the fear that you’d get another verbal lashing made the unease grow into a small, tight ball of fear. The fear started out with rational ideas behind it, though after seeing your boss chewing another worker out the ideas soon went down the rabbit hole of irrational thought.

Finally the work day ended, you clocking out with trepidation as you waited for your boss to jump out of the shadows and scream at you until you cried. Of course it didn’t happen, but the once small fears had grown into an actual feeling of sickness in the pit of your stomach. But still, you’d promised Sans you’d go shopping after work today, so instead of running home and curling up under your covers you did the adult thing and drove to the nearby Walmart.

The fluorescent lights above and the people crowding around doing their nightly shopping were abrasive to your already fragile psyche. Gritting through it, you grabbed a cart and leaned on the handle as you dug for your shopping list. Of course, it wasn’t anywhere to be found, leaving you to rely on your already shattering memory. Huffing to yourself, you decided that you would just get the things you know you needed and come back another day (maybe with Sans) to get the other shit.

After filling your cart with the essentials (and thanking the fates that you’d actually been blessed with a cart that didn’t pull to the side), you gratefully traversed through an empty aisle that would lead straight to the front. Already deciding that the self checkouts would be the way to go, you didn’t notice the small yellow sign, stepping fluidly onto a large wet spot and, as a result, slipping and falling to your hands and knees.

Tears spotted in your eyes as you took stock of what had even happened, your ankle screaming in protest along with your knees and the palms of your hands. The tears began to stream without permission as you leaned back, pushing your cart to the edge of the giant puddle before shuffling to a dry part of the floor yourself. Struggling to stand back up without slipping again, you grabbed the edge of a shelf and hauled yourself to your feet, scuffing your shoes to make sure you weren’t going to go flying again before walking around to your cart.

The tears has started to slow down, though you hiccuped with the unspent sobs that laid in your chest. 90 percent of you wanted to just leave the cart and go home, regardless of what Sans might think, but the irrational fear that he would be angry, would maybe even yell at you over it kept you on track. Carefully walking up to the registers, you picked the checkout closest to the door, unloading your goods and bagging them all up before paying and pushing the cart through the doors.

You struggled not to run to your car, your hands shaking as you put all of the bags inside the back of the car and shut the door. The cart was left in the lot, your nerves unable to handle any more time not spent heading homeward. The drive was ten minutes of agony, your mind whirring in incomprehensible thoughts, the attack that had been building since that morning almost in full swing, the only thing holding it back your sheer determination to get home in one piece.

Once you pulled into your driveway the tears began again, the keys left in the ignition as you tore off your seat belt and jumped out the door, slamming it shut as your rushed to your porch. Pushing the front door open with a loud bump against the wall, you ignored the loud noises from the kitchen as you all but ran to your bedroom, ripping off your shoes and coat along the way. As soon as you were in your room you fell into bed, sobs in full force as you shoved your face into your softest blanket.

For a long while you felt nothing but the crushing pressure on your chest and the pure panic that rushed through your system, frying your brain and forcing the tears to come harder and faster.

Eventually the sobs quieted to small whimpers, the overwhelming pressure easing to a manageable level. It was then that you noticed the warm presence behind you, a hand on your side, pulling you into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. Whimpering, you leaned back into him, pulling the blanket tightly to your chest.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke. “Mind telling me what happened today?” Like always it was voiced as a passive order. He expected you to trust him enough to tell him what was wrong, and if you didn’t, he would take it the wrong way and think he needed to prove you could trust him again.

You trusted him more than anything. “Just had a bad day…” But you didn’t want to bother him with your inane bullshit.

Sans seemed to have different thoughts on the matter, as a thin finger pulled your chin so you were looking up at him. His intense mauve eyelights stared down at you with affection, but also worry. “Please tell me, love, I want you to not go through these attacks any longer.”

Huffing, you stuck your tongue out at him, before turning back to staring at the wall. “I got in trouble at work. And then I forgot the shopping list, and slipped on a puddle and fell. And… I might have forgotten my medication this morning.” Hearing it all out loud, it felt silly you’d gotten this worked up over those things, though you were drawn out of your thoughts as a gentle warmth flowed up and through your limbs. Glaring up at Sans, you quirked one eye. “I didn’t get hurt, you noob.”

His right eye flickering green, he stuck out his tongue. “Someone has to take care of you. You certainly don’t do it yourself.”

Laughing, you smiled, curling further into his hold. The warmth between you tingled as his love and affection for you came in waves of intent, your own soul answering with happiness. Eyes closing, you huffed, smiling as he answered in a grunt. You were so lucky to have him.

Suddenly you shot up, struggling to get out of bed. “I forgot the groceries!” His laugh followed you as you ran into the hall, but you knew he’d be out to help you soon enough. Grinning, you headed for the car.

#fresh writes #sans/reader #swapfell sans/reader #hurt/comfort #anxiety #panic attacks

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klimpaloon-loves-superwholock · 6 years ago

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I know this is a bit late, and I don’t usually make original posts, but I want to gather my thoughts on VLD s7, even though I literally never participate in fandom discourse lol. So I guess we’ll see how this goes.

There were great parts of this season. Let’s start with that.

First of all, Hunk was incredible and I’m so glad he finally got an arc where he could shine, even if I feel like it was long overdue. Seriously, I feel like Hunk was the best part of this season and I cannot state enough how much effect he had on my overall impression of the season. He basically carried the season singlehandedly and I don’t understand why searching through the tag rn I can hardly find any appreciation for him this season. (yeah jk I know why ha)

Everything they did with the Paladins’ families (from Hunk’s arc about rescuing his parents to Lance reuniting with his family and his relationship with Veronica to freaking Colleen!!!! just straight up stealing the show for two episodes!!! What an icon I love her so much!) was absolutely perfect. (I will say I’ve seen speculation that Hunk’s sister and her kids died since they weren’t there in his hospital room, which I desperately hope is not the case since that really should have been mentioned.)

I also loved seeing Shiro take charge and become Captain of the Atlas without even seeming to realize that he was the man for the job.

Sendak was a formidable and interesting villain who raised the stakes, which made it more satisfying when they defeated him.

I enjoyed getting to know Romelle more and see her in action.

Coran and the mice’s team up to break out the rest of the gang was very good and funny.

KOSMO!!!!!!! A GOOD PUPPY!!!!!! HE HAS A NAME!! I LOVE HIM SO!!!

I enjoyed seeing Lotor’s ex-generals again (because I love them), although I do have some issues which I’ll get to later.

The new characters they introduced, mainly Rizavi, Leifsdottir, Kinkade, Veronica, and Griffin were all great and I loved them! They did a great job of making me care about these new people. (And Kinkade is drawn so pretty what the heck y’all sleepin on this beautiful dude)

Seriously Colleen was so great I cannot stress this enough. I’ve been feeling for this poor woman who thought that she’d lost her whole family since season 1 so I’m so glad to finally see her in action, fighting for her family and her planet.

They did a good job of setting up Admiral Sanda’s inevitable betrayal, even if it was a really stupid thing for her to do.

Ep 5 was great; I was super excited to see what the Druids looked like under their masks, Macidus and Keith’s teleporting fight was awesome, and it’s always great to see Allura’s magic develop more, even when I wish it wasn’t so unclear how/what she’s doing.

Lots of the fights were so cool, from the Voltron team taking down the Galra drones in the cave system in Ep 2 to all the MFE fights to Shiro’s rematch against Sendak to even Voltron’s fight against the Robeast. These fights, I’ve noticed, are always especially cool when they unlock a new ability like Hunk’s turrets and Voltron’s double swords. Also I forgot how strong Alteans are until Romelle just straight up ripped apart a drone.

As much as I overall didn’t like The Feud as an episode, it did have some great moments with Pidge taking down Bob, Allura and Hunk being cute in the background, and the team being overall really supportive and loving of each other.

Shay came to visit Hunk!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, as you may have guessed, I also have a lot of problems with this season. Ones that, for me, are too serious to ignore. But let’s start with my more minor grievances, then work our way up to the big ones, shall we?

I don’t like Shiro’s new arm. It reminds me too much of Sendak’s and is too bulky/strange looking for for my taste. And for some reason my eyes have a hard time finding it? Like they’re drawn to the light emanating from his shoulder and not the forearm/hand. Idk, but I’m not a fan.

I wish Griffin had apologized to Keith for being such a jerk about his parents. I kept waiting for it since they had all these long glances with each other. I came to like him despite the bad initial impression only because he proved to be a good leader who valued every member of his team and knew when to step aside because someone else was better at a job. But I still kinda needed resolution for his rudeness, especially since he’s obviously grown since then and should want to make amends.

Admiral Sanda’s just so freaking stupid????? Like, how did she get that high in ranking when she consistently makes such bad decisions???? Clearly the dictator who’s controlling earth who comes from a war-mongering culture that enslaves and destroys planets isn’t just gonna let y’all go once he gets Voltron. He’s either gonna continue using you as slaves because nothing’s stopping him or destroy you because you’re no longer useful. Listen to people who know the Galra better than you!!

I saw somewhere that Matt has a girlfriend now???? When did this happen????

They somehow got the ENTIRE BALMERA to Earth?!!!????!!?!?!?!? How did they build a teleduv big enough to do that!?!

Also, where did they get a teleduv? Did the Atlas have one? Or was that something that they built during the epilogue montage??

How did Keith summon his bayard telepathically?? Was that a Galra thing or a new Paladin ability?

How did Shiro manage to survive falling from space to earth on the outside of a ship while fighting Sendak?? I mean I’m really glad he lived, but??? How??

I don’t think we needed so much time dedicated to Sam Holt updating the Garrison and then the rest of earth on what happened in space. I kinda appreciated it since it’s been a long time since I watched the early seasons, but at the same time he didn’t tell them anything that was new information to us as viewers. The only things we gained from those scenes were how others reacted to this info. (And we still didn’t get to see the reaction of the person I was most interested in, Adam, but I’ll get to that later.)

This is a problem I’ve been having with the show since like season 3 or so, but how much time has passed? They actually explicitly said it at a couple of points this season, what with 3 years having gone by for most people but only a few weeks for the Voltron team, but why did that time difference happen? Also, how much time passed between the team leaving Earth and them fighting Lotor in last season’s finale? Because I could believe any time frame between 6 months to a few years for that, which makes a big difference in how old the paladins are. According to the show, Sam landed on earth 4 years before the team gets back to the Milky Way, so I guess Sam left the team a year before they faught Lotor??

I didn’t get the thing with Allura’s crown gem? Since when is that a power source? And I was really struck by the imagery of her literally throwing her crown away to help her friend, but I feel like it would’ve been more powerful if we had been given some information about what exactly that gem is and what it means for her. Just make this more clear for me. Also, Shiro has already lashed out and hurt people against his will, so I really didn’t need that angsty moment for him.

The B-plot in Ep 1 was tonally dissonant from the A-plot of Shiro’s flashbacks, and it ended up being totally useless anyway. As much as I enjoyed Romelle and Hunk’s banter in those parts, they would’ve been better placed somewhere else. They should’ve just dedicated the whole episode to Shiro’s flashbacks and given us more information about him.

If they were going to mention that Shiro had a progressive disease in his flashbacks, then they need to explicitly mention in the show that he doesn’t have it anymore. As it is, people who don’t know about the SDCC announcements are just gonna assume he still has it. If it doesn’t happen in the show, it’s not canon. Also, if he’s had this disease the whole time, then why is s7 the first time it’s mentioned? The way he held his arm in the flashback reminded me of the way he held it when his Galra arm activated for the first time. Did the arm help fight the progression of the disease like that lil wristband did? If so, that should’ve been explained and made clear a long time ago. It just bothers me that this is the first time we’re hearing about this major part of Shiro’s life that he’s been fighting with, and that in show we’re given absolutely no resolution for it.

I guess the gem powering Shiro’s arm and the Castleship diamond powering the Atlas connected somehow?? Which is how Shiro turned it into a giant robot? ??????????????? I’m genuinely very confused on what was going on there. It needed to be made more clear. I was on board for whatever they were doing at first just because Shiro looked so pretty in that lighting, but they took it in the weirdest direction possible. Why would anyone care about Voltron anymore when you’ve got a bigger, stronger robot now? Voltron’s no longer the most powerful weapon in the universe - the Atlas is. And it only became such by coincidence. Which is just. Irritating.

The Feud episode. Oh boy. First of all, I got some serious emotional whiplash from the change to this episode. It just didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the season at all. Second, they just really did not have to spend that much time making fun of Lance for being stupid. Especially when he’s not. Also, the first two of the people he had to identify had masks on, and Lance had only met them briefly. ALSO you’re telling me that Lance, the most social and outgoing of the Voltron team, is the one who’s bad with names/faces????? ALSO spending less time teasing Lance would’ve opened up more time for giving Hunk and Allura their own activities. ALSO everyone else on the team gets a little speech about how they’re valuable, but Lance just gets “I don’t want to be stuck with him forever”?????? That’s so freaking messed up. Third, the whole premise of the episode was strange to me. Like why would an all powerful being who tests heroes do it in this way? It seems to me that that premise fits Ep 6, where they were stranded in space, much better. They were genuinely tested then, and the forces that attacked them and propelled them through lightyears of space were never explained, so saying that Bob did it and propelled them towards their goal as a reward for passing the test could’ve been a satisfying answer to those questions. And fourth, can I also ask why Morvok was the fourth player?? Like he’s a nonentity in terms of villains. And they still didn’t have the same number of players as team Voltron. Haggar’s still alive, so they could’ve put Sendak on there too. And for the fifth player they could’ve put on a fan favorite villain character. One who showed up in more episodes than Morvok did. One who died a while back and who the fans have wanted to see again ever since. Like, I don’t know, NARTI!! Ugh.

The Robeast. I just. This season could’ve ended on a pretty high note if they had just cut that out and just went straight to the lil epilogue after defeating Sendak. As cool as that fight was at parts, it caused a pretty low finale, which is pretty disappointing after last season’s incredible finale. I get that they needed to foreshadow Haggar’s return to this fight or whatever they’re doing for next season and that she’s been working on the lost Alteans, apparently, but it was just a strange note to end on. Especially with the weird addition of Atlas to the Giant Robot Squad. And Allura’s line “Seriously? We just defeated Sendak and now we gotta deal with this?!?!” (I’m paraphrasing) was a MOOD.

Okay, so this post has gotten kinda out of control, so I’m gonna have to save the biggest issue I had (betcha can guess what it is) for another post. So. Look out for Part 2 of this nonsense. Feel free to reblog with your own ideas/input!

#voltron #vld spoilers #vld s7 #vld discourse #criticism

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Like home | Chapter 7

❖ Author: @waywardkitten

❖ Featuring: Wincest

❖ Warnings/Tags: Wincest, weecest, canon compliant, canon fuckery, a/b/o, Alpha!Dean & Omega!Sam, light violence, bullies, angst by the truckload, smut, feels, the whole shebang

❖ Rating: Teen & up

❖ Word count: 1580

❖ Beta: @trash0saurusrex

❖ Summary: A sort of rewrite of All hell breaks loose

❖ A/N: I swear this will be the last time i try to rewrite anything. This was pain, lol. Also, please comment on it; this fic has gotten so little response, esp the last chapter and I'm starting to fear you guys've grown tired of it?. Masterlist Feedback greatly appreciated and encouraged ♡

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May 2nd 2007

Sam: 24 y/o

Dean: 28 y/o

Almost three and a half years, his own thoughts echoed in the empty space inside him. Three and a half years I refused him, three and a half years I acted as if I didn’t see, didn’t know, didn’t want. Three and a half years we could’ve had together, and now—..

Now he’s gone, that evil little voice residing in his mind supplied.

The skin on his knuckles split on the impact with the wall, but the pain got lost in translation somewhere halfway through his nervous system. He stared at the ripped skin, his eyes unwilling to focus.

“Dean? Brought you this back”

Dean didn’t even gift Bobby with as much as a glance.

“No, thanks. I'm fine.”

“You should eat something”

“I said I'm fine”

He took a swig of the half empty bottle of whiskey, not even noticing the liquid burn slicking it’s way down his throat. Everything hurt, yet he couldn’t feel a thing. He narrowed it down to the alpha part of him being so torn apart over losing it’s mate that it had gone numb and his human side, stubborn as ever, still screamed at the top of his lungs. It was like being cold and heated at the same time; it made him nearly lose his mind..

“Dean... I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... we bury Sam?”

That almost made Dean laugh. A morbid feeling crawling in his stomach. He looked up at Bobby’s eyes, searching the warm coloured irises that matched the swirling whiskey in his bottle for any sign of insincerity, because surely he had to be joking?

Dean’s face hardened.

“No.”

“We could... maybe—”

“What? Torch his corpse? Not yet”

Bobby continued to plead, urging Dean to come with him, to bury and leave Sam, like that was even an option. Dean fidgeted and ran his hands through his unkempt hair, greasy now after days of not showering.

“...something big is going down – end-of-the world big”

“Well, then LET IT END!”, Dean roared.

He didn’t know where the rage came from but he felt hollow and as if all that remained was fire licking up his insides and turning his heart into charcoal.

“You don’t mean that..”

Dean stood up at that, getting as close to Bobby as he dared without losing his control completely. The Alpha inside him awoken by the pain and growling and snarling low in his throat. The fire was behind his eyes now, almost blinding him, and it hurt. Everything was white hot and he hurt and he wanted the hurt to pay, he wanted everyone to pay.

“You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? HE WAS MINE!”

Bobby blinked at him at that last line but Dean didn’t care, everything ached and he needed to get it out, needed to scream some of it out or he’d go down with it.

“.. he was mine and I rejected him, because I thought I was protecting him, again and again. For what?! I resisted! I lied to myself and everybody and to Sam! To protect him and I couldn’t even do that! I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here.”

A million and one emotions seemed to ghost over Bobby’s face: hurt, incomprehension, understanding, pity, anguish. His jaw worked as if in slow motion but no sounds came out so he just looked down, shaking his head.

And for some reason Dean couldn’t stand it. The panic started to burn bright in his veins, coursing through him to get a steelgrip on his heart. He couldn’t breathe.

He took one step forward and shoved the older beta

“GO!”

Bobby just looked at him with shock and despair in his eyes. He could almost hear himself break as all the fight went out of him. There was no point, no use.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go..”

“You know where I'll be”, Bobby sighed with his back turned and then he was gone, leaving Dean alone with the cold body of his dead brother and for the first time since Sam’s death, Dean let the tears come.

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He just sat there for a while, crying silently with his eyes fixed on Sam’s face. Every memory ran through his mind like a freight train; the day of the fire; Sammy’s first word being ‘Dean’ and the competing emotions of joy and jealousy on their father’s face; Sam knocking Gus out on the schoolyard for calling Dean a freak; that 4th of July in the field with the fireworks when Sam had been so beautifully happy; the first time they’d been with each other and the feeling of relief and utter happiness knowing he felt the same; the letter from Stanford, two years of agony and burying himself in booze, women and hunting; the indescribable feeling of seeing and touching again; the almost moment on the bridge and every single one thereafter; and Sam..lifeless and still warm in his arms.

“You know, when we were little— and you couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, ‘Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know’. I just wanted you to be a kid... just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me, it was just always my responsibility, you know?..”

Dean wrung his hands and took a steadying breath that shook on the inhale.

“..I got so caught up in protecting you I forgot everything else. I was so obsessed with what was best for you I didn’t stop to think about what you wanted or needed. The thought to ask didn’t even cross my mind… I know I kept blaming you for leaving, but god dammit man I know it was me. I know I rejected you and that’s why you left and I kept doing it, right? ‘Protect Sammy at all costs’... always keep you safe.. I should’ve made you happy instead, should’ve been there.. with you. And now..It's like I had one job... I had one job...and I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry..” fresh tears fell and wet his cheeks “..I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?”

He swallowed hard, chin wobbling as the fiery grip on his heart tightened.

“What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do?”

“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

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The soft notes of a Metallica ballad rang out through the speakers as Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He tried to push any thought of what he’d just done as far down in the back of his mind as he could, only focusing on getting back. The taste of the demon still lingered on his lips and he growled in disgust, licking his lips clean and spat out the window. A little voice rang curiously hollow in his thoughts ‘you just sold your soul’.

Dean snarled and his knuckles turned white where he gripped the steering wheel. It was worth it, I did it for him, it was worth it, it was worth it, he repeated to himself again and again to drown all other thoughts out. He loosened his grip and turned up the volume on the old stereo.

“So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters”

Dean swallowed hard and pressed down harder on the gas, urging Baby to go just a little faster. The engine was straining, he knew, but right then he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

But I know

I never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words I don't just say

And nothing else matters”

Dean growled again, low and deep in his throat, mumbled ‘fuck it’ and put the pedal to the metal.

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His heart leapt in his chest and did at least three extra beats.

“Sammy?...thank god.”

Sam didn’t even have the time to finish the ‘Hey’ waiting on his lips before Dean stalked over to him and clashed their mouths together.

He didn’t even care that he whimpered. It was too close, too soon and too warm but he was too emerged in it to resurface; it was like a brief spark of sanity inside the madness and it hurt and it soothed and it practically vibrated within him.

Sam’s hands were immediately on him, up under the back of his shirt and Dean soon reciprocated, tangling his dirty fingers in even dirtier hair and not being bothered about that the slightest. Sam wasn’t cold anymore and that was the only thing Dean could care about.

In the end it would be worth it; he’d bought them a new chance together, even if that chance came with a deadline.

#Supernatural #wincest #A/B/O #a/b/o verse #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o wincest #a/b/o supernatural #canon fuckery #ua #au #a/b/o au #weecest #samdean #alpha!dean #omega!sam

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