#making a lipstick mod if it kills me

[thewitchofbhaal]

THE DARK URGE - MAAKALIZE

Introductory Post for my Durge - SLIGHT CONTENT WARNING LATER - please see my pinned post for more content warnings.

Alright BG3 community – I’ve gatekept my OC long enough, it’s time to show off her bleeding colors. I present to you, the rogue blood sorceress, raised by witches, and made from Bhaal’s unholy blood: 

Maakalize – The Dark Urge

Please note that this outfit is her in-game appearance as well in my head, I just try to match her look the best I can with mods!

Design explanation: She wears sorceress robes that are made from a velvety texture. Her shoulder pads are made of lighter leather – along with her tail glove, atop her shoulder pads are glowing and active eyeballs that give her an advantage to surprise attacks, they often look around and maybe even make eye contact with you. 

She also has boots that instead of a normal rubber outsole – it is a translucent rubber with pickled intestines inside. Her free sleeves are split down the middle, allowing free arm movement when crafting blood weaponry and spells. She wears a black-out veil with clean eye holes cut into it. She also wears robes often to conceal herself throughout the story [mainly to explain why some people in your past won’t recognize you off the bat] and a black headband with tear drops engraved and the medallion of Bhaal in the middle.

She has middle parted long wavy hair – though she doesn’t wash often, so her hair is often weighed down. She wears black and red lipstick interchangeably. As well as, not having traditional origins: not having any infernal scales, she is completely smooth-skinned, aside from her aging wrinkles and the colorless veins protruding throughout her body – a trait that curated within her as the urges manifested. And deep, vacant blood eyes with glowing red pearls inside.

Her color scheme was originally inspired by Power’s manga appearance in Chainsaw Man – Pinkish hair and red horns. I planned to change her color to red or gray, however, I thought the red/pink/black/ and gray color scheme directly symbolized what a murder looks like:

Pink - Flesh

Red - The blood

Gray - Cold dead skin

Black - Death

(I love putting symbolism in things if you can’t tell!) So I stuck with it. Please note I am a beginner artist and do not practice art super often, I enjoy drawing emotions through faces and through clothing designs. So be gentle with me. (However I would pay good money for someone to create this outfit in a mod for me lol Im dead serious.) Her IN-GAME FACE IS HER CANON FACE HOWEVER – what she wears, is not. 

Her character description: [CONTENT WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF M*RDER, N*CROPHILIA, AND **PE.]

Maakalize (MAA-KILL-EEZE) is a brutal, unforgiving blood sorceress. She is the first pure-blooded spawn of Bhaal — making her a proper half-corpse and half-goddess in her own respects. 

Placed on Toril as the avatar of slaughter, her true purpose is to snuff out every last life in existence and leave a baron, empty world for the Gods to grieve for — her Father’s dream everlasting. Maakalize wishes to bring that dream to life, the means to get there are trivial and small, it is all for her dear Father she loves so much and cherishes so dearly.  

She is the ultimate manifestation of murder itself - a tiefling with no infernal ties made with long pink wavy hair, red horns, and bloody eyes — the physical color pallet of gore itself, black small veins pulsing from her smooth, gray skin. Her teeth are slightly crooked, with black gums and grey dirty teeth. And a slayer form that is unique only to her. Her face — familiar only to Bhaal, a haunting beauty for some, a freakish nightmare for others. Depends on one’s preferences. 

Using her Blood manipulation sorcery for her murders, rapes, and necrophilic tendencies, her masked terror has reached far and wide across Baldur’s Gate and the paths beyond. Her formal title is The Dark Urge — an appropriate term for her cruelty and primal power of murder. 

She has the ability to manipulate blood — that ability can heal wounds, steal blood from other wounds, or even put blood into bodies. Blood weapons are her favorite practice, if she is supplied with enough of it she can create larger and more sturdy weapons that last longer. Of course these abilities have their limits as we will explore later. Her favorites are the sickles, the kitchen knife, the garrote, the crowbar, and the hammer. If given enough blood she can even make a blood scythe that is good for one use. A certain mother-mentor and daughter-mentee relationship is to blame for her vast experience with her magics. 

Some rough sketches of her blood armory; [There is also symbolism with what weapons she chooses from - curious to see if any true crimes peeps can catch it]

She always wears a black out velvet veil with the eye holes precisely cut for her eyes to pierce through and hunt. Her gore boots boost her height of 6’0” to 6’1”. Her shoulder pads have red eyes that give her an alertness boost in combat, as well as giving the heebie jeebies when you notice all of the glowing red eyes move on their own. Her black and red gothic robes are made from a velvet texture, infused with magics I will delve more into later! 

In certain sentences depending on her moods, typically her overzealous ones, Maakalize will use phrases such as, “Eh?”, “No?”, “Hath” and even, “Tis”.

Some other names of Maakalize:

The Dark Urge [Duh]

Daughter of Bhaal

The Witch of Bhaal

Bloody Mary/ Mary (A nickname given by someone) 

Red Antler

Kali

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Her entire interpretation and story is completed - I am still working on the story's execution. A few personal things are coming up which has delayed me and I am nervous as hell to share her. Not sure how people will react. But I hope the durge multiverse accepts her - I've been working on her for almost a year now!

I understand a lot of ppl customize durge - so some will have physical similarities', idc about that but please do not steal her design, my art, or the plotline I carefully curated over time. You will be blocked.

[query-quadrant]

AVICE NEEDED !!!!11!!!!!!11!!

HELP!!! HOW2 ??? ASK SOMEONE OUT PITCH ??//?? NEED GOOD ROMANTIC GESTURE SO THEY KNOW I AM SERIOUS ABOUT THEM

BEST MOST ROMANTIC WAY YO ASK SOMEONE OUT AS KISMESES: ??!??/

ok im gonna start this off with a warning dont start shit off with a bang if you cant keep up that momentum

not to be all sparkly spade emoji vitriol emoji sparkly spade emoji on you but the most over the top romantic way ive ever been asked out is when grey sent me that insane hate letter virus thing and that idiot could NOT keep it going really set himself up for failure there

if you start shit off with a grand romantic gesture you gotta be prepared to keep that energy going 

but anyway here

dubiously good ideas: 

1. once asked a dude out by pouring bleach out in his lawn ring in the shape of a spade so it killed all the grass it was really funny and was stuck like that till it grew back lmao dude got a lot of questions about it

2. one of my best friends got a bunch of calligraphy supplies and ye old ink and a quill and wrote a very fancy looking list of all the things wrong with the girl she sent it to like it looked fancy but the actual letter wasnt it was mostly swear words and shit like “thats why youre so fucking stupid youre a freak youre a freak and your clothes are ugly" and sealed it in a fancy envelope with a wax seal and everything and like a kiss mark on the envelope with her best lipstick it was really funny

3. ok this ones gonna be long and really fucking abnormal but lets be serious here if you actually need something big and grand and unique and dont wanna ask them out normal style and also im not just yapping at you and regurgitating shit i already did or a friend of mine did or that you can find in a list online already like "buy them dead flowers teehee and make them a ransom note winky face kissy emoji five exclamation points" then i mean obviously doing something personal is best i mean grey and i have the internet feud thing going on so tech based shit is it but for you your rivalry is probably based on something else doing something rooted in thats sappy and stupid and sparkly spade gif for real

what i mean is pick something you both already compete in and do it way better than they can or make it a custom challenge for them and mix your confession into it like the stupid virus i got

if you both do baking do something really difficult and annoying or time consuming that you know they cant in the shape of a middle finger 

mod a game or just boot up marioh maker and make them a stupidly hard but also well built custom troll level and hide the confession at the end 

write a custom flarp thing and when you beat their ass have your big evil character monologue be the confession 

a whole custom pitch themed escape room could be really funny if youre rich or have the right friends 

or who knows whatever it really depends on what youre into some of these are insane and embarrassing as fuck but if it works for you it works

oh man this shit got away from me lmao but basically do something specific to your rivalry that says im challenging you im better than you and i want you idk why i didnt just say that youre not dumb you dont need examples anyway

finally heres bad advice youre here for that shit probably lets go bad advice: 

1. ok i have a new idea thats going to totally revolutionize the pitch dating sphere what if instead of asking people out pitchways you try and have the worst possible confession in a different quadrant possible just really shitty awkward insulting badly timed the works 

see if you can piss them off enough with it that they just have to have you as their kismesis its called reverse psychology its very smart and sophisticated and could never go wrong

2. you can always kill their lusus killing their lusus is totally not famous for almost always backfiring and only working in insane romance novels and really shitty movies dont worry about it

3. steal a confession from a fanfic make sure its from a fandom theyre into so you can recommend them that same fanfic later

3. ask them for advice on how to ask people out pitchways and do exactly that 

wait ok actually that one could be good thats hilarious never mind put that on the good list i mean its not romantic but it could be so funny if you did it right

[immessingaround]

i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.

pete the cat

leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album

doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)

garfield

polo shirts

jennifer Lawrence

ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream

also preachers daughter by ethel cain

chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea

the cat emojis😸😹😺😻😼🐱😽😾😿🙀

saw iii angel trap

baggy black jeans

eyebrow slit

my old black lace up boots

ada wong microwave edits

ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...

people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce

gardettos

poetry i relate to

wham! last christmas pudding mix

considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)

christmas (ofc)

80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)

sad brokeback mountain edits

angel/religious imagery, iconography, references

alvin (and the chipmunks)

spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"

trail mix

children of men last 40-45 mins specifically

tajin watermelon/peach rings

ikea model hand 🖕

pinterest

fuzzy socks

bti cg

ghostbusters

life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"

classic movies

when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmao😭)

caramel coldbrew m&ms

(green) mechanical pencils

santa alter ego

mr x thomas the train mod in re2

weird/unique compliments

wearing jewelry

bolos or ties

my green skull necklace ilyyy

elektra from marvel (comics)

my handwriting idc if its messy

"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta

"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta

pretending im a man

"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"

songs that begin like other songs but arent that song

12 am bathroom concerts

ppl who look unique

uno +4 cards

hawaiian shirts

(organized) clutter

bjork

keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)

messing around in big stores

whole lotta red christmas ver.

baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)

we are the people by empire of the sun

mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHH😩

a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke

updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"

we cry together clean ver.

being a lesbian so glad i dont like men

"walmart version of justin bieber"

grey spelled w an e

"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos

pretending im not living my own life

ornate things

going through old closet/junk

laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)

making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios

pajama pants

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"

johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)

leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits

temp tattoos

roller skating

gorey/grotesque drawings

goretober

jar of flies by aic

pitbull mr worldwide mr 305

kevin gates ethical freak concert

jane from breaking bad

harris/chares my snake

painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish ty😫

hash browns

mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)

smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued

eyeliner in my waterline

fake fruit in stores

deep red roses

george harrison

mix matched socks

coconut/lavender smells

coffee flavored things

soggy purple grapes

cashews

funky eyeshadow colors and palettes

my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)

cherry flavored things

drawing on a mustache

turquoise and silver jewelry

samples in stores

physical touch (never get any😼)

purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)

gingerbread smells

my gta character

keyboard spam

smelling candles in stores ofc

carmex chapstick

immessingaround@myyahoo.com

gum / altoids (the pink ones)

silver jewelry/rings

last.fm

pineapple flavored things

mascara on bottom lashes

brownies

doawk

being a cowboy ig

no doubt

"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"

"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio

my celeb crushes

scooby doo characters

drawing crude cat drawings

catch me if you can

nacho from better call saul

chicken taquitos

aloe vera gel

i am mclovin☝️

these emoji combos: 🤠🔫, 🎅👍, 😹🫵

hoop earrings

commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard

q tips

drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)

hair clips

xiuxiu

sky lights

fargo movie woodchipper scene

spotify obvi

[valleyfthdolls]

I randomly thought about how funny it would be if my CTW au met yours. How would that play out lmao-

I feel like my AU versions of them are so weird it would be hard for them to even know what to MAKE of each other-

In particular I wonder how our Millies would get on. Mine is kind of a typical goth/emo girl, where yours is more into Japanese gothic lolita from the looks of it. While that does have goth ties it’s more inspired by the Japanese goth and visual kei scene of the 1990s, and my Millie would probably assume that yours was not “really goth” and wouldn’t “get her” as an emo goth. I can see her being super passive aggressive, giving your Millie the cold shoulder and saying shit like “I dunno what music you listen to, if you’re into any real goth stuff… me personally, I listen to a lot of just real obscure and underground emo and goth bands… like My Dying Bride, Motionless in White, Switchblade Symphony… they’re all really deep in the scene though… you probably haven’t heard of them if you’re only in it for the fashion……” and your Millie looking fucking dead inside waiting for the perfect time to cut her off by telling her to shut her black lipstick lined mouth to make it as biting as possible

As with any other version of Millie, it would take mine time to warm up to yours, but because yours doesn’t seem to have quite as aggressive a personality as my Millie and Mod’s, they probably aren’t trying to kill each other during that time, just tear one another down psychologically with backhanded comments.

Idk enough about your Dylan and Brooke, but I think our Brookes share the very “well meaning and genuinely sweet but still comically basic” energy, but mine has a bit more cringe kid underneath. She, Dylan and Hannah would probably all get along, but my Hannah might be confused by the positive relationship yours has with your Millie, because mine hasn’t thought much of their friendship since they grew apart, and remembers her in a very neutral way.

Our Millie’s grandpas would have so much shit to deal with though, like you have my Millie, Brooke, Dylan, and heck you could probably throw Sarah and even Abby in there too, then your Millie, Brooke, Dylan, and Hannah, plus two Funtime Freddies, one of which seems to basically just be a god awful and completely deranged adult figure who cannot be trusted around kids and the other of which is a four year old in a fifty year old robot body ready to maim at all times

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

happy new year mod team! there is no rush to answer my ask and I apologize since it might be a bit of a ramble but maybe you can offer some insight to my situation

trigger tag^^ ncsa, csa, depression, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, online fandom or just being online in general

it's taken some time for me to really accept the full scope of my assault; for most of my life I didn't even consider myself a victim even when it was happening. I've always known I was depressed and that I carried more stress than other kids my age, but it never made sense for me that it could be anything even remotely close to sexual assault.

and I guess because I've studied it all from every angle, I don't see much reason for me to find peace. Sure, It's nice in thought, and probably attainable, but with how my life and experiences have played out I truly see no worth or value in my existence. It started in childhood, which did make me a victim, but I asked for it. I wanted it, and even when I didn't I still performed for those people anyway because I knew it'd make sure they'd stay and be my friend. Why did I do these things? I was never interested in sex so why did I sell myself to this world that objected and hurt me.

I sometimes remember what the conversations were about; the things I would say and believe just utterly horrify me and to tell the truth if what happened to me ever came to light I would kill myself. Without hesitation I would. The amount of disgust I have towards myself isn't something I can describe very well. It's similar to that phrase "lipstick on a pig"; I feel like this bloated, muddy animal that dolls itself up but it makes no difference. I will always be a pig, regardless of what shade of lipstick I wear.

I've never thought of myself as beautiful or stunning really and while I can see how a lot of my current actions stem from childhood, i just don't really care to change. It kind of feels like there's no hope for me to start with. It doesn't matter that I've changed. Doesn't matter that I was a kid. Doesn't matter that I was smart. What happened still happened and I think I'm pure scum of the earth.

Back when I was being groomed and harrased, the focus was always on my body--my underdeveloped body. They liked my baby fat and height, and now that I'm an adult and have gone through puberty I feel just awful. I can't stand my body and I've maintained my weight since middle school despite now being 22. I can't make myself eat regular amounts of food because it isn't "safe". I hate my breasts because they make me look bigger. I just dont find myself to be a pretty person at all. I'm trying to breakdown this mentality for myself, it's not something I'd ever think or project onto others but I'm not able to use that kindness for myself. I just can't see myself in a good light, ever. I've been an anorexic then a bulimic and then orthorexic and now I'm just back to the anorexia and orthorexia. I just can't make myself be fine.

Overall I think things would be better had I just not existed, or if I consciously stopped existing right now-- not as in I die but more of like I'm suddenly invisible and no one can see me or hear me kind of way. I also think if anyone knew the full scope of my experience they'd be disgusted with me. My own mother would turn me away and my siblings would disown me. I hate this all. I feel just disconnected from everything. The only joy and inner satisfaction I get is when I have a nice dessert and a cup of black coffee.

I'd never kill myself but if something were to happen then I wouldn't be in denial. I deserve it. I don't deserve the good house and beautiful partner and happy family. I just depise my very existence.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been going through. I'm proud of you for making the step to not only verbalize your experiences, but to try and seek help. Please know that we see and hear you.

It may be helpful to remember that even if you "wanted" it, your consent meant nothing because you were incapable of consent due to being a child. It's easy to feel a lot of shame and guilt around coming to terms with "wanting" the abuse as a child, but please consider that you are no less of a survivor because of that. There are multiple reasons why someone may seek out abuse, especially as a child: innocent curiosity, self-harm, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation, gaining a feeling of validation, attention, connection, or self-esteem through the abuser, the list goes on.

It sounds like you carry an immense amount of shame for your part in what transpired, and it seems to have reached your self-image and self-worth. Especially with your passive suicidal ideation, I strongly recommend seeking out additional resources, such as a crisis line or, if you an access or afford it, a mental health professional like a therapist.

It makes sense given your experiences to feel that you don't deserve good things, but it could be helpful to consider that you deserve good things in spite of everything you've suffered and survived from.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[k0kichiimagines]

Helloo!!

Hope I'm not bothering you! Can I request a kokichi x reader, where they are secretly togheter during the kg.

One time they are making out in the school and when they heard people they pretend they weren't doing anything but the reader wears lipstick, giving it awayʅʕ•ᴥ•ʔʃ

you're not bothering me dont worry!! yes you may <3

- mod kokichi

Kokichi x reader

-> secretly together during the killing game

CWs: none, but reader wears lipstick

Your hands tugged his checkered scarf softly, bringing the pretty boy closer towards you. You felt his lips smile for a moment, before he got back to kissing you with such tenderness you nearly cried. Your heart was racing, but not in an overbearing way, in a soft rhythm, quiet morse code that showed your feelings.

You didn't get much time alone. It would seem suspicious if you were always together, you'd played most of it off as being close friends, but people would get suspicious soon. Sometimes you wondered if Miu would hide a camera, or if the mastermind would get monokuma to announce your love. It was dangerous, one or both of you could die, could have this used against you.

But you didn't stop, and you knew he wouldn't either. He drew back, his breath was quick and he rested his head against yours, opening his eyes to stare intently at you with a loving look. His fingers wrapped around your hand - it wasn't a lustful kiss, it was the type of seperate lovers, every kiss held a bittersweet "Goodbye" to it.

Footsteps ran out, far enough away that you quickly could fix up clothes and hair. You noted the red smear on his face, but people had arrived before you could comment on it. It was dim lighting, perhaps they wouldn't notice. You lifted the edge of his scarf up, he glanced at you, and upon catching sight of your lips he quickly burried his face in it. You stood in a darkened corner as he greeted whoever had entered brightly.

"Nevermind, we'll talk elsewhere." Maki stated bluntly, before greeting you. You noted her pause, narrowing her eyes as she stared at your face, before silently groaning as she worked it out.

"Perhaps that would be for the best..." Shuichi commented, Kiibo agreeing with him.

"Kokichi? Your face is red, are you unwell?" Kiibo questioned with an edge of honest concern for the leader.

"What? No way! I never get sick!"

The robot wasn't convinced, but his eye caught the edge of a colourful smear before he could speak. His eyes travelled to your face, noting the same colour on you. "Hold on... Did you two..?! You two are together?!"

Shuichi looked at the pair of you as well and, despite Kokichi's denials, agreed with the robot. "I'll be honest I did suspect it for a while."

"And in a public area as well." Maki tutted disapprovingly. "Go to your dorms at least." You flushed and stared down at your shoes.

Kokichi shrugged, pulling down his now stained scarf. This just meant you both got more time together, and his pda could begin. He scooped you into his arms (he is fairly strong, desire his size). "Then we'll go to our dorms~"

"Not yours. Yours is a mess." You commented, somehow the idea of kissing next to a wax model of your dead friend and a rubber horse head didn't seem exactly romantic. He didn't reply, beginning to walk away with you with a bounce in his walk.

[forbidding-souda]

Could you do NSFW RanTeru (Teruteru x Rantaro)? Teruteru and Rantaro start dating each other, and eventually get married. Their interactions in DR:S were nice and wholesome.

Teruteru Hanamura and Rantarou Amami NSFW headcanons

I love watching rantarou talk to people it's so cute

i want a smoothie so fucking bad but I don't want to spend money who do I have to kill to get a smoothie rn one of my friends owes me 45 dollars I think I should make her doordash me a smoothie so it goes down to 25

currently watching: moon knight s1:e2 summon the suit

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-Mod Souda

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❤ In terms of their relationship I'll just say that Rantarou does the makeup and Teruteru does the hair. It's like, the perfect levels of [some form of] fashionista in both of them.

❤ After they get married I imagine it's like at a place very local to Teruteru but the honeymoon is somewhere that Rantarou gets to pick.

❤ And the sex afterwards isn't even any different from anything they've ever done before.

❤ They've done a lot of things together, obviously, but by the time they get married they already have a solid idea of the things they equally enjoy.

❤ I'm gonna get this one out of the way but I think Teruteru likes being sounded and Rantarou is 100% okay with indulging in it.

❤ Rantarou is like a soft top and Teruteru is a bottom that just be talking.

❤ Teruteru can also top but I think no matter, Rantarou is like neutrally the dominant one.

❤ ^ Like, whenever he brushes his hand through Teruteru's hair, he will melt completely and give up control.

❤ When Teruteru is on the top he will use his hands to push Rantarou's thighs up, his legs in the air, as he just admires his body.

❤ Teruteru will lick random places on his body and he will be like woah there.

❤ Teruteru is an ass eater W. A slobber globber.

❤ He also really likes being edged, which Rantarou will gladly indulge in. Rantarou is neutral about a lot of kinks and such, there's a lot that he isn't turned on by, but the fact that he is even close enough to him to let him do all these things makes him passionate about the few things he does like. Which, one of the few things he does like, is seeing Teruteru in grand pleasure.

❤ Teruteru fucks a lot faster than he does. He is more aggressive. When Rantarou is a pitcher, he with clench his teeth and grunt, while the rhythm of his hips is more of a grind.

❤ They know each others limits + are confident in the relationship to be able to say when to slow down (else, a fake safe word for slowing down, one that inhibits teasing).

❤ Smeared wet nail polish on Teruteru's body because he couldn't wait patiently before a session.

❤ ^ He really likes smeared things like nail polish and lipstick and eyeliner.

❤ ^ Crossdressing? Sorry, my demons typed that. Who would say such a thing?

❤ An aphrodisiacs in food of course. Consensually, of course. It's just a form of play.

❤ Teruteru is living on that "oh you're wearing a white shirt? Let me accidentally spill something all over it" motto.

❤ ^ He loves seeing him shirtless more than anything. He will stare in deep admiration.

❤ ^ He be doing his laundry too like "wow his balls were in this".

❤ I think they are very sexually compatible in the sense that Rantarou likes specific things and Teruteru is fine with doing a lot of things, so there isn't much to clash.

❤ Their sex has a lot of cute couple moments like foreheads resting against each other and the kissing of knuckles and fingers.

[actualbird]

// spoilers for luke chara story, several luke sr card stories, and main story 5.1

so like. i can only assume that other people in the NSB must have the wildest frigging impression of luke “codename raven” pearce 

hear me out

“Tracking, sniping, combat, tactical driving, and wilderness survival...” rattles off the description of luke on the tot official website. he proves a bunch of these skills in game: he shows off his tracking and sniping skills in SR Timely Rescue, he shows off his combat skills in episode 2 of his character story, he shows off his general physical prowess in SR Moment of Danger when he scaled that rock climbing wall in 9 seconds, good god, we GET IT, LUKE!!! YOURE RIPPED!!!---on that note though, i do want to see him show off the tactical driving and wilderness survival, id get a real kick out of seeing luke go full on Baby Driver dir. Edgar Wright and then Bear Grylls-ing it up in the woods. but i digress---back on topic, he additionally has shown a proficiency in making and tinkering with gadgets: made an audio transmitter for mc in SSR Alluring Gaze, made a lipstick tranquilizer gun for mc in main story 5.1, and has these cool futuristic smart glasses as a card level up item which was described to be modded by luke himself, among many other passing instances he mentions making gadgets. i guessssss the tinkering thing makes sense, given his background in bio-engineering. but just to top it all off, hes also a hackerman (main story 5.1). because it’s go big or go home with this dude.

can you imagine being like, a newbie low level NSB employee hearing about the man the myth the legend, Raven. like, youve never met him, but his reputation is Off The Walls.

you head on over to tech/equipment dept and u look over this cool doodad like “who made this gadget? it’s...insanely good, what the hell.”

“oh, raven made that,” a resigned techie says

“...isnt raven an investigator? like, an agent? a really scary good one, at that?”

“yeah but he can make stuff too. drives us up the fucking wall, whenever he mods the stuff we make into something better. asshole...”

“yikes.”

so you go on with your day and bump into some people from the financial and technology crimes section, raven’s assigned section, and lo and behold, theyre complaining about him too

“i respect the guy, of course, but his thing is to be on the field. does he really have to one up us by showing off he’s better at us at hacking as well???”

and youre like. what. why is this dude good at so many things. 

and then those people keep on talking.

“a bit inappropriate to complain about him right now, he nearly died a few days ago.” (in reference to flashback in luke chara story ep2 last bit)

“what!”

“yeah raven’s in the hospital, after his last mission. got hit by that gas, you know the one. his partner, aaron, said he nearly didnt make it.”

“im glad hes alive, but how the fuck did he survive??? that toxic gas kills literally anybody that inhales it.”

“i heard aaron say that he managed to stay alive through sheer force of will.”

you scuttle away, absolutely terrified of raven now. 

and then maybe like a month later you see a crowd of people gathered by the window, looking down at the courtyard below

“whats going on?” you ask

“raven’s getting chased by a goose.”

“what.” and you look down and yep. that sure is a dude getting chased by a goose. 

a dude who is raven, the terrifyingly hypercompetent investigator, the man who shows off in fields he doesnt even need to be good at, and the guy who apparently socked Death in the jaw. 

and he looks like the personification of a golden retriever. a baby faced, messy haired young man booking it across the grass, evading a scorned waterfowl.

at that moment, you conclude that nothing in this world makes sense

[hamueltobin]

behold! i didn't see any otgw icebergs, so i made my own :)

if you think i should add something, lmk!!

Explanations under cut :)

First layer:

▪︎Beast!Wirt au - very popular au in which Wirt stays in the Unknown, possessed by the Beast to some extent.

▪︎Bad End Friends - Crossover AU of Beast!Wirt teaming up with Ice Finn from Adventure Time and Bipper from Gravity Falls; sometimes other 'bad end' au characters are thrown in such as a glitched Gumball from TAWOG

▪︎Irl Copies of the For Sara tape - Limited copies of the For Sara tape were sold at two points. They have yet to sell for a third time. (🤞🤞🤞)

▪︎Tome of the Unknown (pilot) - The Pilot of the series. Can be watched on YouTube.

▪︎Wirt Staying in the Unknown - In a scrapped ending, Wirt was to stay in the Unknown, saying that facing your real problems was scarier than staying there.

▪︎Mystery Kids - Crossover AU with other child-late teens aged characters from sources based on mysterious and supernatural themes such as Gravity Falls and Psychonauts.

▪︎Quincy Endicott's grave - Quincy's grave can be seen in the graveyard that Sara and the others are hanging out in.

▪︎Original Beatrice Voice Actress - Beatrice had a different VA in the pilot, Natasha Leggero. Melanie Lynskey voices her in the actual series.

▪︎The Woodsman's Daughter is Named Anna - The comics have several issues focused on his daughter, in which her name is revealed to be Anna.

▪︎Jason Funderburker's Ax Murderer Story - At the gathering in the graveyard, Funderburker is telling a story about a man with an ax; this story is believed to have influenced the existence of the Woodsman.

▪︎Full Versions of Songs in the OST - A handful of the songs are cut down for their appearances in the series and can only be heard in full on the OST. The most notable example is Old Black Train , which is actually 2 minutes and 15 seconds long, but is only in the series for about 15-20 seconds.

Second Layer:

▪︎Sara is named after the Fleetwood Mac song - Listen to it here :) it is notable that it includes lyrics about "drowning in a sea of love" and that Sara is "the poet of [the singer's] heart."

▪︎OTGW Reanimated - a reanimated project for the first episode. Got taken off of YouTube, but can be viewed on Dailymotion.

▪︎Baby Wirt Audio - In the For Sara cassette, there is a small section of audio that can be heard in about the middle of the recording of Wirt's father talking to him as a baby.

▪︎Funderburker/Funderberker - The two Jasons's surnames are spelled slightly differently to avoid confusion.

▪︎The Brothers Never Ate or Needed to Rest - Although Greg expressed being hungry, neither of the boys actually ate anything (outside of one spoonful of bland potatoes and inedible items such as dirt and leaves) and never laid down to rest, only sleeping when night came.

▪︎Book on Interior Design in Wirt's Room - In Wirt's from, a book on interior design can be seen laying on the floor, backing up the knowledge he displayed when analyzing the interconnected mansions.

▪︎Mad Love was Based on a Dream - The plot of Mad Love came from a dream that Pat McHale had about house hunting. In the dream, while exploring one of the houses being shown, he ended up wandering into someone else's home.

▪︎Beatriceoftheday - A blog dedicated to our lord and savior Beatrice, known for its strange shitposts and intense praise of the titular bird girl.

▪︎Wirt is Jealous of Greg's Popularity - Shown in the Circus Friends issue of the comics, Wirt is jealous of Greg's ability to make everyone laugh and have fun. This may factor into his dislike of his brother.

▪︎Greg was Feeding Fred at the Tavern - At first watching, one may be confused as to where all the food Greg was gathering went, why Fred was wearing lipstick and why he was refusing to talk to Beatrice. Shown in a deleted scene, this all explained, as Fred tells Beatrice that he didn't talk to her because Greg was feeding him.

▪︎Elijah Wood Voiced the Crazy Driver - Exactly what is says on the tin, the nutty driver was voiced by Wood.

▪︎Cloud City is Heaven - A popular theory that Cloud City actually represents Heaven.

▪︎Greg is Greg Universe - A headcanon/theory that has mostly died out that Greg is the same Greg in Steven Universe.

▪︎Bee Beatrice - Beatrice was originally cursed to become a bee, but was changed into a bluebird to match better with the seasonal autumn theme.

▪︎Pat McHale Voiced Wirt's Voice Crack - Wirt's voice crack when asking the Beast Are You? was actually done by McHale, not Wood.

▪︎The Other Actors Harassing Elijah Wood When Singing Wirt's Song - In order to make the performance as awkward as possible, the other actors were asked to yell and demand Wirt to sing. This can be heard in the episode.

▪︎Come Wayward Souls Has the Same Melody as O Holy Night - The song shares a cadence with "O Holy Night", and can be sung to its tune.

▪︎Black Turtles Origin/Purpose - No one knows why the black turtles exist, and McHale has said that they're just one of the unexplainable things of the Unknown.

▪︎Anna Never Left the House - In the aforementioned comics, it is shown that Anna had never left the house, living on her own until the Woodsman's return.

▪︎Sailor Suit Greg - Greg originally wore a sailor suit, but was changed later on to his current, Johnny Appleseed inspired outfit .

▪︎Beatrice Missing Being Able to Flip People Off - In the Art Book, Beatrice's introduction states that one of the reasons she hates being a bird is because she no longer has hands to flip people off with.

Third Layer

▪︎Jason Funderberker is Visually Based on a Teen Pat McHale - As seen here, Funderberker was designed after McHale.

▪︎Babes in the Wood is Based on an Old Alice in Wonderland Cartoon - You can view the original 1923 cartoon here! Starts at 4:25.

▪︎Wirt and Sara are Dipper and Mabel's Parents - A popular AU/hc where Dipper and Mabel of Gravity Falls are the future kids of Wirt and Sara.

▪︎The Tune of Wirt's Song is Improvised - In addition to the aforementioned harassment, in a further attempt to make the performance as awkward as possible, Elijah Wood was not given a tune to sing, only the lyrics.

▪︎Wirt's Costume Origin - As said in the art book and on his tumblr, Wirt's cone and cape come from an attempted rock and roll persona from McHale's teen years.

▪︎Greg is Based on Pat McHale's Son - It has been claimed that Greg is based on McHale's son, but Greg existed before him. The similarities are simply coincidental.

▪︎Old Scratch - The original name of the Beast.

▪︎The Beast Killed the Woodsman's Wife - Shown in the comics, The Woodsman's wife was mortally injured, with her attacker implied to be the Beast.

▪︎Wirt and Greg Staying in the Unknown Until Christmas - Another scrapped ending, in which the brothers stay in The Unknown until Christmas, with their absence unexplained.

▪︎Tome of the Unknown (original plot) - Early concepts had the Beast ( then known as Old Scratch as mentioned earlier ) scattering the pages of the titular book for the brothers to collect. Each page would come to life and the brothers would explore each story.

▪︎Dante's Inferno Comparisons - Check out these videos for full analysis!

▪︎Wirt Panty Shots - In the aforementioned Circus Friend comics, Wirt dons a dress as part of a disguise. Later on, he rips off the bottom half off, revealing that he is wearing bloomers.

▪︎The Beast's True Form was Inspired by Trypophobia - As stated in the art book, The Beast's hole-filled appearance was inspired by Trypophobia, the fear of many small holes.

▪︎The Fight is Over is About Drowning - Give the lyrics another read.

▪︎The Beast Last Minute Design Change - The Beast had a very different design, and it was changed into the current one at the last minute.

▪︎Gnome in Cloud City Representing Wirt - Many people believed that the Gnome with the lantern in cloud city was a parallel to Wirt, or a glimpse into his future. However, this was debunked.

▪︎Send Me a Peach - This song is included in the ost, but isn't in the actual series.

▪︎Fred and the Highwayman's Backstory - The comics expand upon the story of Fred the Horse and his involvement with the Highwayman.

Fourth Layer

▪︎Babes in the Wood Title Origin - The name of this episode comes from an old story of a pair of children getting lost in the woods, dying, and being buried in leaves by robins.

▪︎poorlydrawnotgw - This was a blog created during the poorly drawn series meme period. It consisted of poorly drawn and very strange shitposts and has since been deactivated. I was a part of it as mod Goopy Wirt and only have a handful of images saved from it.

▪︎Read and Listen Book Lost Audio - A read and listen book was created, with the book being read by Greg's Frog, who would stop every now and again to talk about being a frog. The pages can be found online, but the audio is currently lost.

▪︎Skinless Witch - A scrapped episode concept involved a skinless witch that kidnapped Greg and rode him like a horse.

▪︎Gentleman Burglar Wirt - A scrapped concept in which Wirt breaks into a woman's home, who is charmed by this young man who has come to visit her.

▪︎Animal Transformation - It was originally planned for Wirt and Greg to be turned into a bear/dog and a duck and remain that way for several episodes. This was later used in the comics.

▪︎The Unknown is influenced by Wirt's mind/interests - The Unknown is influenced by those who walk in it, in this case, Wirt. This includes the old timey mystical nature of it, as Wirt has been stated to have an interest in old folk tales.

▪︎Good Guy Beast/Black Train Scrapped Concept - In an earlier draft, the brothers were on a train, heading to what they assumed was death. They jump off, ending up in the Unknown. The Beast tries to get them back on the train, which turns out to be heading back to life.

▪︎Evil Woodsman - At one point, the Woodsman was intended to be under the influence of the Beast and tried to sabotage the brothers's attempts to return home.

▪︎Lorna Reading the Tome of the Unknown in the Epilogue - In the epilogue, Lorna can be seen reading the titular book from the aforementioned scrapped plot.

▪︎The Beast was Originally the Devil Himself - The Beast was first designed as a devil-like character, the aforementioned Old Scratch.

▪︎The Brothers Never Went Home/The Hospital is Part of The Unknown - a theory based on the fact that the edges of the screen are still blurred at the end of chapter 10, the rushed narration, and the lack of consequences of nearly drowning.

▪︎Beatrice Seeing Wirt Nude - In one of the comics, Beatrice accidentally sees Wirt while he is washing his clothes in the river.

▪︎Sara is a Descendant of Lorna - A theory that Sara is a distant relative of Lorna.

▪︎Exists in the Same Universe as Clarence and Home Movies - The most well known piece of evidence is the overhead shot of the town matching the town that Clarence is set in. Wirt and Greg also have a cameo in another episode, and one of the final episodes shows Brendon Small of Home Movies runs a movie rental store in the town, connecting all three series together.

Final Layer

▪︎Beast x Wirt - Also known as Poetree.

▪︎Candycone - Greg x Wirt.

[meltingangels]

Hello world, this is Theodore Vincent Maddox (family was Corpo before they lost it all, hence the ridiculous name. He goes by V or Theo) chaotic bean:

Alias is V, because he just does not like his first name. Nickname is Theo, but only a select few have ever gotten to know that, and Kerry will be the first in a while.

Here's some more screenshots of my mans:

Yes he's wearing eyeliner and lipstick. Guys look so hot with makeup on. Something about guys in eyeliner has me like 🤤

Gave him these ears because they almost look elf like, and I'm seriously considering getting the elf ear body mod in real life when I can afford it, and Cyberpunks world definitely allows for that kind of cosmetic surgery.

Check under the read more for some information on him!

His smile is kinda lopsided but that's just more endearing to be honest. Hair is waist length in my ideal world. This is his daily/basic hairstyle.

Loves experimenting with makeup and nails and hair and stuff. Will wear skirts because they make his ass look even better 😂 Because I am definitely not projecting my gender questioning/experimentation onto him lmao.

Likes to play guitar and sing, but it's more of a hobby. A way to wind down away from the stress of daily life. In my story for him, he and Jackie (and Misty ofc) are all friends/childhood friends.

Theo is Pansexual. Has dated a number of different people. Only ever had one serious relationship but...he kinda got his heart broken there 😬

Other than the cybernetics I came up with for his hands, Theo is definitely not afraid to kill. But it is a last resort for him. Normally he focuses on stealth and quickhacks.

Gave him silver nails because I came up with different hand cybernetics for him, and whilst I'm unsure if I'll use them, the concept was neat:

- He has replaced the bones in his hands with metallic cybernetic ones. The nails are part of interlocking features and extend into claws with the sharpness of mantis blades, for combat.

- Nails have covers that can be painted and decorated. Are worn over the nails when not in combat.

Those are his real eyes, because:

- His facial cybernetics look cosmetic. And they half are. But underneath the surface they connect to wires and thin lenses over his eyes (bad eyesight without them) which function like Kiroshis.

His favourite musicians/bands:

- Unironically likes Us-Cracks.

- Ratboy.

- Samurai.

- Queen (because fuck you I want my favourite band in this game on a radio station and retro music in 2077 is yes)

- Kerry Eurodyne.

Favourite Foods:

- Anything Mama Welles makes.

- Pizza.

- Ramen.

- Cheesey marshmallows 😂

- Any abominable stoner food combination.

Hobbies:

- Guitar/singing.

- Reading.

- Tweaking his quickhacks and working on new ones.

- Dyeing his hair any colour under the sun.

Quirks/Fun Facts:

- Although he's Pan, has a collection of funny, LGBT related shirts and clothes. (Favourite is a pair of booty shorts that say 'be gay do crimes' written across the ass 😂)

- Has been known to talk in his sleep. One time when he passed out stoned he mentioned cheesey marshmallows. Woke up and made them in a microwave. Jackie think it's disgusting but it's Vs comfort food. (Also my brother, when we used to share a room, said I mumbled about cheesey marshmallows in my sleep)

- Can sleep anywhere and in the stupidest fucking positions. Jackie loves to take photos of Theo's drunk sleeping positions and they both laugh about it in the morning.

- Does yoga partly because being flexible is good for parkour and also for being stealthy. (And sex 😂)

- Is a good cook when he puts his mind to it, but he eats the weirdest food combinations.

And there you have it, a brief look into my Male!V, Theo- chaotic fighting bean and so cute I'm in love with my own OC.

You'll see more of him as I play through the game!

[floosies]

Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

3. Smoke Dreams

Her mind couldn’t stop thinking about their private moment in the hallway. About his hands and how quickly he had her feeling like jelly. She’d only kissed a boy once at a birthday party when she was ten. Kissing him wasn’t like that, it was different in such a good way. She wasn’t innocent she knew what sex was and even though she was still pure, there were many men who she knew were waiting for a chance at her. 

One thing that was for certain though was he called again. They talked about it in whispers whilst Stella was still in the flat. She’d confessed that she had gotten the callback and had a photoshoot in the weekend. Mr. Egerton had agreed to be her agent and he’d send a car for her at 9 am sharp. Mr. Madden was happy to hear that she was doing well, but he had other plans.

Richard wanted to spend more time with her. His plan was to have a getaway with her in the upcoming week. He’d planned everything, he even went through Taron to make sure she was available. It did catch Cynthia off guard how well informed he was about her schedule. Stella wasn’t surprised at all, “I think he wants to be your daddy at this point.” She said playfully as they ate dinner  “oh please. I am far too young to be married, besides he’s practically an old man. Why would he want me?” 

Stella loved Cynthia like a sister, she really did, but god could Cynthia be so daft sometimes. They were watching some shite show on the telly when Stella brought it up again, “he looks at you like a dog looks at a bone. He wants you, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up having you.” Cynthia didn’t want to admit the truth, but she had a feeling that her best friend was right, “I am not his type. I can’t be, look at me.” Goodness, “this is England love. That thing  doesn’t matter here. Let him have a chance at ya, you’ll regret it if you don’t.” 

With that, the weekend came. Sure enough the girls were ready for a small holiday in Brighton. Mr. Egerton of course had his photo shoot first, it went swimmingly. The photographer loved Cynthia, and Mr. Madden was there, well everyone was there. 

Richard could see her star power from the moment she began posing for the camera. It made him want her more. An intelligent woman with looks that could make him fall weak to his knees, he couldn’t wait to have her alone. A celebration dinner was in order for the first night out of the little holiday. Taron being a good wingman brought along an old uni friend, Dominic Cooper, his tastes and profession similar to Stella’s.

One would think that these pairs were couples from just seeing them together. Richard and Cynthia in their mod fashioned clothing, opposing Stella and Dominic in their monochromatic black outfits inspired by poetry obsessive intellectuals. Taron was the odd one out, but he still was in many of the conversations going on in the dinner table.

A conversation on relationships came about during dessert and it was very interesting to say the least. Stella made it a point to bring up the use of the word daddy as a nickname for a woman’s husband, “does a woman really want to reminded of her father?” Everyone laughed, but Cynthia quickly added, “I agree no one wants to think of their father, however I think it’s endearing really. Daddy seems like a title deserved if he really acts like what a daddy is supposed to be.” This intrigued everyone at the table, Taron raised a curious eyebrow. It was Dominic though who asked the question, “so how does a daddy behave Ms. Ridge?”

Cynthia could feel the heat on her face rising, she was in the hot seat now. She took a good drink of her champagne before answer, “he should be like Prince Phillip, modest and handsome.” Dominic rolled his eyes, “a monarchist. I knew it!” Stella laughed, “it’s only fitting for a woman of her intelligence and poise. Cynthia my dear you are extraordinary as always.” It seems everyone was content with her answer. It calmed her beating heart down a bit, she finally looked over at Mr. Madden who gave her a wink before finishing his last bit of champagne. 

Dinner ended nicely, Mr. Egerton reminded Cynthia she had some reshoots the next morning and then his car arrived taking him back to his beach front home. Stella and Dominic had hit it off, this led to Dominic convincing Stella to go with to a some poetry club near the hotel they were staying. This left Cynthia with Mr. Madden, she knew it would end well enough.

They were staying in the same hotel, “finally a moment alone.” She shyly grinned, “yes finally.” Into a lift they went, “so am I like Prince Phillip then?” Cynthia was caught a bit off guard, “oh. I umm..well...I suppose-” “darling I was only teasing. Besides would you ever see this old man as your daddy.” Her answer was a surprise to both of them, “I wouldn’t mind, if you’d want me.” They’d arrived on his floor and before she could react he was practically puling her into his room.

When the door closed a series of deep kisses began. Clothing was flying everywhere, but she had to stop it quickly, “Richard I’ve never-” he cut her off. “It’s okay. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” The lust was there though, “I want you to do everything just be gentle.” That was all that needed to be said. His lips began to trail sloppy kisses over her body until he’d reached her core. 

She’d never done anything like this, she felt something warm and wet. Then she felt a wave of pleasure as she realized it was his mouth. Looking down she saw his eyes staring at her. Her hands tangled into his hair as she slowly rode his face, it was so good, too good that she couldn’t control herself from climaxing. He went back up leaving more bruising kisses over her body. Cynthia didn’t know much about sex, but she was willing to try. Before he could do anything else, she turned them over and began descending to his groin. 

Her hands tugged on his member, she saw his head fall back with his lips parted open. She wanted to go further, but she wasn’t quite sure how to, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to love,” Richard’s voice coaxed raggedly. She still continued the soft pulls and tugs, “I just don’t know how is all.” 

Richard was somehow more turned on by her innocence, “it’s just like an ice lolli,” she went straight in. He fell back onto the bed, just the sight of her like this was enough for him. If she kept at it he wouldn’t last much longer. Gently he pulled her away, “I want tonight to be about you darling.” She laid under him again, his right hand trailed to her core again, gently teasing her bud whilst the other hand toyed with her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell heavily. He could feel the slick building up in his fingers. 

Pulling away he heard her small whines for more, he quickly went for the condom in trousers. Cynthia’s heart was racing, she couldn’t deny she wanted him but when she saw the size of him she wondered if it would even possible. He had just put on the thing, “it’ll only hurt at the start.” His fingers went to work again on her bud as he entered her. The pain was starting to be greater than the pleasure. 

He whispered sweet things in her ear and kissing the nape of her neck as he fully entered her. She was trying her hardest not cry, instead focusing on kissing him and his voice. After a minute or two, the intensity of the pain died and dulled, her hips began to rock against his member. Soon as he felt her wanting for more he began to slowly bottom out and move into her again. It didn’t take long for her to begin enjoying the feeling.

She had her arms draped under his shoulders, his head was nuzzled into her neck as he tried he mask his groans into her skin. Trying to hold back her moans was something that was getting difficult as the pleasure continued to build. Then she just couldn’t hold back, “p-pl-please harder.” He smirked, “I’ll do whatever you want me to darling, just say that I’ll be your daddy for life.” She moaned out a chant of yeses. 

Her legs were beginning to tremble as he thrusted and then he hit her sweet spot, and he knew it was it from the way she gasped out and arched her back. Her skin was glistening with sweat, she looked like an angel, the way she was tightening up around him, he knew she was close. He pulled her into almost a sitting position, “you’re close aren’t you darling?” His voice was shaky, and she was in bliss at this point, “oh daddy.” This only made him speed up his pace, “that’s right be a good girl for daddy. Daddy’s got you love, let go darling.” His fingers worked on her bud as he thrusted into her sweet spot. A strangled moan left her lips as she rode at her high.

They laid sprawled out, he was giving her a chance to catch her breath before running her a bath. Her eyes trailed to him, he was covered in her lipstick it made her giggle, he raised an eyebrow “what is it?” She smiled, “my lipstick is all over you.” He looked down seeing kiss marks and stains everywhere, he simply shrugged, “your lipstick looks good on me.” She moved in closer to him, “did you enjoy your first time?” She looked up at his blue eyes, nodding. He smiled, “do you really mean you want to be with me?” She was going to be the death of him, “of course I do. Now let’s run you a bath and then go to bed,” but if she would kill him, he would die with a smile.

[holidaysat221b]

2020′s Halloween at 221b - A Sherlolly Celebration Master List

Below is the 2020 Halloween at 221b Master List, complete with where they’re archived, mult-chapter or not, complete or not, and rating.  In progress fics are marked in bold as a reminder for a mod to periodically check for updates. 

Some of this year’s submissions have been featured before, some were written years ago, and some are brand new for this year.  We have edits, fics, a pumpkin, and even a youtube video; plenty to look at and reblog, kudo, or comment on.

If I have missed a submission or made a mistake on the list, please let me know.

As always, the complete Master List for all years can be found here.

2020 Sherlolly Halloween - Created by @mel-loves-all​ A Ghost and Mrs. Muir AU   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

2020 Sherlolly Halloween - Created by @mel-loves-all Theme: Gothic Mystery AU   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

2020 Sherlolly Halloween - Created by @mel-loves-all Theme: Underworld   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

The Accursed Huntsman of Bodmin Moor - Written by @mizjoely​ Late one night, on a lonely, wind-swept moor, midwife Molly Hooper has a supernatural encounter that will changer her life - but for the better, or for the worse?   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

The Addams Family - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlolly Addams Family AU   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

The Adventure of the St Bartholomew Vampire - Written by @darnedchild Bodies that had been found drained of blood are mysteriously disappearing from the morgue. Could it be the work of a vampire? Or is there something even more sinister stalking the dark streets of London? - Written for the Halloween at 221B - A Sherlolly Celebration Fest. A Victorian vampire story written in several short chapters.   (Repost from 2016′s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated M)

Banshee - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlock’s the head of his family with Mycroft away, but he isn’t prepared to deal with Molly, a banshee who once harassed his older brother. She’s not as frightening as she appears…in fact, he thinks he could be falling for her.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

British Supernatural - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo This week on British Supernatural, Molly conducts a séance in a manor on the moors whilst Sherlock investigates the hellhounds that are rumored to roam the land.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

Cozy Autumn Night In - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Cozy Autumn night in   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

A Different Angle - Written by @mizjoely Jim Moriarty is dead, Molly Hooper has a secret, and Sherlock Holmes is about to jump off the roof of St. Bart’s and fake his death. A Post Reichenbach horror AU.   (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, In Progress, Rated T)

Happy Death Day - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo “So, uh, now that your bedroom is officially a crime scene and all, where are you planning on crashing?” “Is that an invitation?”   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Happy Sherlolly Halloween Pumpkin - Created by @darnedchild I carved this pumpkin with a pattern based off of the “Coat Flip Hair Ruffle Kiss” shirt sold by Saniday on Redbubble.   (Repost from 2018′s Sherlolly Halloween, On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Haunted Mansion - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo ‘Yes, my dear heart; I will marry you. I will love you for all eternity. And tonight, at last, we will be together. I do!’ Sherlock as Edward Gracey and Molly as Elizabeth Henshaw   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The Haunting of Pondicherry Lodge - Written by @mrsmcrieff It’s coming up to Halloween and Sherlock has a spooky case to investigate. He’s not helped by his friends who are seeing it as a holiday but will they get more than they bargained for?   (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, In Progress, Rated E)

The Heart of Betrothal - Written by @mychakk Not once had he shown any kind of interest in her since the beginning of their betrothal. And yet here he was.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated M)

Let’s Watch This World Burn - Created by @terrmissamorriver My small art for 2020 Sherlolly Halloween. Spooky holidays, everyone!   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The Manor - Written by @afteriwake Growing up, Molly knew of a building that only came out on Halloween, the building all the people in her village referred to as The Manor. When she was eight she saw it come into existence, and one of her friends was lost to it that same year. Since that day she has avoided it and tried her best not to think about it, until it came up in conversation with Sherlock. Sherlock is adamant that she was making it up so the two of them travel to her home village and watch as The Manor materializes there as it does every year. But this year is different. This year Molly and Sherlock enter the malevolent home, and it’s up to the two of them to keep the owner of The Manor from claiming any more victims.   (Originally written in 2013, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated T)

The Maiden Mirror - Written by @hobbitsdoitbetter He finds it after the fire, after the funeral, while they’re rebuilding 221B Baker Street. The mirror is heavy. Oak. Vines and leaves curl around its border. A carving that might be a face gazes out between the branches, eyes dark and wide. Watching. The wood is polished and smooth, the glass speckled with age. In the aftermath of a tragedy Sherlock Holmes finds a mysterious object in his home and develops an odd new fascination… Ghost story, Victorian AU. Set post Abominable Bride and post HIs Final Vow. Enjoy!   (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated M)

Molly Hooper - (Assistant Reanimator) - Written by @darnedchild Sherlock Holmes learns the shocking secrets of Molly Hooper’s past. *Cue dramatic music and an evil laugh*   (Repost from 2017′s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated T)

The Munsters - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlock and Molly as Herman and Lily Munster   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

The Pathologist’s Skeletons - Written by @englandsgray ‘He passed his hand over his mouth, closed his eyes. If he opened them, he would look straight into the eyes of the people who loved Molly Hooper long before him. What would they think, what would they say to him if their opportunity had not been snatched from them? Would he too have to look into the dead eyes in the waxen face, hair a mass of congealed blood..?’ Even Dr Hooper, it seems, cannot be protected by her own quiet brilliance from the stains of a murky history.   (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated T)

Pleasant Surprises - Written by @ladysolitaire Molly encounters an entity that makes her appreciate her relationship with Sherlock. She uncapped her lipstick and turned to face the mirror. “Oh, my God!” she shrieked, dropping the lipstick to the stone floor. Her eyes wide, she ever so slowly turned round. “Bloody hell,” she muttered to herself as she stared at the doorway with her heart thundering in her chest. Happy Halloween!   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

Potions - Created by @mel-loves-all Theme: Potions   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Sherlock as Dracula - Created by @terrmissamorriver Halloween is coming, so I’ve made one more work. Sherlock as a Vampire? Why Not.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

Sherlolly/Beetlejuice AU - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo A Beetlejuice AU   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

Simplyshelbs16xoxo List of Spooky Fics - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Spooky Sherlolly stories by Simplyshelbs16xoxo   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated G)

Siren - Written by @darnedchild Woman or sea creature - did it really matter? Molly was as mysterious and beautiful as she was vicious; her very existence a scientific improbability. From the moment he saw her, his fate was set, Sherlock would never let a mystery remain unsolved.   (On Ao3, Multi-chapter, In Progress, Rated M)

Spellbound (Trailer) - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Trailer for my Fanfic Series, Spellbound.   (Repost from 2018’s Halloween at 221b, On Youtube, Complete, Rated T)

Undercover - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlock and Molly go deep undercover to thwart an unhinged serial killer who’s next target may just be Molly herself.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

Uni!Sherlolly/Blair Witch AU - Created by @simplyshelbs16xoxo Sherlock receives found footage and is asked to investigate the Blair Witch. He takes Molly along with him and what they find is beyond their imaginations.   (On Tumblr, Complete, Rated T)

The Woman in Hampstead Parish Burial Ground - Written by @mizjoely The first time he sees her he’s seven and visiting relatives in London with his parents and older brother. Mycroft at fourteen is all teenage aloofness and disdain, at first ignoring the tug on his hand by his over-eager sibling who begs him to let him explore the cemetery so like and yet so unlike the one at their old house.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

The Undead Is the New Alive series - Written by @afteriwake

1) The Vampire & the Detective Molly Hooper was a vampire, a fact she kept hidden from the world at large. But Sherlock Holmes is a genius, so of course he’s going to figure it out. But his reaction is surprising, and from that Molly finds their relationship changing. When Moriarty puts it and her existence in jeopardy, however, decisions are made that have life-changing consequences for the two of them.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated E)

2) Her Own Personal Hell Upon returning to work after the events on the hospital roof, Molly finds she has an unwelcome visitor in her morgue: the ghost of Jim Moriarty, and he’s bound and determined to make her pay for killing him.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

3) But In All Chaos There Is Calculation Sherlock is still coming to terms with his new existence as a vampire and Molly is still wrestling with feelings of guilt that she had to turn him. When they return to her home after a walk they find that Mycroft is waiting for them, and he has a few bits of surprising news for the two of them.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

4) Home Again Sherlock returns to 221B Baker Street and he, Molly and John find out more about Mrs. Hudson’s very interesting past.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

5) Easily Solved This fic is not eligible for Halloween at 221b; but as it is part of the series, I decided to include a link for continuity’s sake.

6) How To Spend A Day Off Molly tries to sleep in on her day off but wakes up hungry, and since her body is on a feeding schedule it’s very important she get her blood before she’s in pain. While she and Sherlock feed they talk, and one thing leads to another, ending with them deciding to put their vampiric stamina to the test and spend the entire day shagging each other senseless.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Complete, Rated E)

7) Silence Pressing In The night is too quiet tonight. Molly needs…something…to soothe her tonight. But not sex. Something else.   (Originally written in 2017, On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

8) Revenge Is A Dish Best Served (Magically) Cold For some time now Sherlock has suspected Molly of sleepwalking. But when Lestrade calls him with a case that involves a vampire victim one evening when Molly appears to have been out, he starts to wonder if her sleepwalking may be having homicidal effects. But there is more to the whole story than it seems…   (Repost from 2017′s Sherlolly Halloween, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated T)

The Unexpected Legacies series - Written by @afteriwake

1) Questions Answered While Questions Remain Deciding to make the best of the situation he’s fond himself in (being immortal and impervious to harm), Sherlock incorporates his developing skill set into his consulting detective business. But even as he gets some of his questions answered by (the supposedly fictional) Merlin, it still leaves him questioning exactly how he’s supposed to do what the wizard wants him to do.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

2) Attempting To Run An Experiment Among the many interesting new powers Sherlock has received as a wizard is the ability to see and communicate with ghosts. Being of a scientific mind he wants to run an experiment of seeing just what he can do with this newfound power, and Molly has volunteered to help. But it doesn’t work out exactly like he had planned.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

3) Malevolent Intentions After Sherlock has been trained by Merlin more in the use of his powers he takes a case in Eynsford, trying to find out why a particular home there has the occupants feeling as though there’s an evil presence. Molly is accompanying him and before the case is solved Sherlock comes to a stark realization of just how important to him Molly is, and the lengths he will go to keep her safe.   (Originally written in 2014, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated G)

4) Infestation Molly calls Sherlock one evening shortly after the Eynsford case after hearing a buzzing sound and seeing a strange woman with bugs on her face at the foot of the bed. It turns out Molly’s house is infested with dark magic imbued insects who want nothing more than to kill anyone in the home. After Sherlock gets poisoned by one of them he and Merlin begin to work on taking care of the threat and getting Molly her home back…if they can.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated G)

5) Thwarting A Potentiall Uprising When Merlin informs Sherlock and Molly that a very mischievous and dangerous fae has escaped with the intention of raising her own personal army comprised of the male police force in attendance at the Halloween party thrown by Scotland Yard, they take steps to make sure that doesn’t happen…with some unexpected help from some from friends and acquaintances.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated G)

6) A Glimpse At What Could Be This fic is not eligible for Halloween at 221b; but as it is part of the series, I decided to include a link for continuity’s sake.

7) Monster Madness Halloween comes around and it starts every bit as irritating and uncomfortable as Sherlock and Molly have expected as every ghost in the vicinity makes their presence known, and only gets worse as disciples of the Dark One turn a twelve hour monster movie marathon into an attempt to wreak havoc in the city of London by making the movie monsters come to life.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated G)

8) In The Shadows And In The Light Sherlock and Molly finally get to go out on their first date and nothing, come Hell or high water, is going to ruin it. Nothing. Or at least that’s what he thought, until he wakes up having a vision. Fortunately, he’s got a very understanding girlfriend.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

9) A Complicated Evening One of Sherlock’s normal cases becomes one of the strange ones, and while it has a satisfactory end, it doesn’t have the best of endings for everyone.   (Originally written in 2015, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

10) Rare Gifts Mycroft is sent to Hampshire for a meeting that he has an ulterior motive for going to: there has been talk of strange goings ons in the nearby village of Farnham, Surrey, and a high ranking government official has disappeared. He tasks his brother to find out just what is going on, which leads to the discovery of a long lost colony of an ancient race who are normally peaceful but are being manipulated by an unscrupulous businessman with plans for taking what he believes to be rightfully his.   (Originally written in 2016, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated G)

11) History Repeats Until Stopped When Merlin tells Sherlock and Molly that another one of his descendants is living in a village under a curse and could be in danger, Sherlock and Molly go to the shore to try and break the curse and change history from here forward.   (Repost from 2017′s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Multi-chapter, Complete, Rated T)

12) Surprise Visitations Sherlock and Molly are settling in for the night when they get an unexpected and unwanted visitor in their bedroom.   (Originally written in 2018, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

13) Magical Lineages Molly, Sherlock, Phryne and Merlin enjoy a morning of magic and cozy family feels, and unbeknownst to them they’re being watched by two people wanting to keep their magical lineages safe.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

The Universally Monstrous series - Written by @darnedchild

1) Universally Monstrous - The Hunchback of Notre Dame “The Quasimodo Killer?” Sherlock scoffed. “Really, John. That’s the best you could do?”   (Repost from 2018’s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

2) Universally Monstrous - The Phantom of the Opera It was a well-known secret that New Scotland Yard was haunted.   (Repost from 2018’s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

3) Universally Monstrous - Dracula It’s Molly’s voice. The woman he had buried just six days prior.   (Repost from 2018’s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

4) Universally Monstrous - Frankenstein They were four bodies in before someone noticed a pattern. It was Philip Anderson, of all people, who made the first connection.   (Repost from 2019’s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

5) Universally Monstrous - The Mummy “I must admit I’m surprised you managed to secure authorization for me to see the mummy.”   (Repost from 2019′s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

6) Universally Monstrous - The Invisible Man “This is the strangest thing I have ever seen,” John marvelled. “Haven’t seen,” Sherlock corrected.   (Repost from 2019′s Halloween at 221b, On Ao3, Complete, Rated G)

7) Universally Monstrous - The Wolf Man Normally, she would hardly deign to give the tales of Holmes’ fantastical detective work a passing glance, but something about The Hound of the Baskervilles drew her interest.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

8) Universally Monstrous - The Creature from the Black Lagoon “I think I’m looking at a fake, albeit a well-constructed one.” The Skipper huffed, but Sherlock ignored him. Surely the woman in the tank would need to surface soon, or risk betraying the presence of a breathing apparatus of some sort.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

9) Universally Monstrous - The Bride of Frankenstein To his chagrin, it took Doctor Matthew Hooper more than a dozen interactions before he realized that the notorious Sherlock Holmes was not the man he pretended to be. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t a man at all.   (On Ao3, Complete, Rated T)

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our little life (rounded with a sleep) / chapter 1

our little life (rounded with a sleep) chapter one / AO3

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful detective. She had blonde hair, green eyes, no family, and she was good at finding people; in fact, she proclaimed this on her office door. “Swan and Humbert,” it said. “Private investigations, missing persons, and bail bonds.”

Only lately, she's been thinking that maybe it should say "Emma Swan: Loner, Loser, Complicated wreck."

Her partner's been killed on a case after she made a deal with her landlord to find what had been taken from him. But when she tracks a possible perp to a bar on the outskirts of town, Emma will find out exactly how deep the rabbit hole goes.

(a FULL rewrite of "the stuff that dreams are made of" completed as part of the 2020 Captain Swan Big Bang Rewrite-a-Thon)

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with awe and infinite thanks to @captainswanbigbang and the team of mods there ( @optomisticgirl,  @phiralovesloki, @spartanguard, @shippingtheswann)   for running an insanely first-class event.  thanks also to the crew in the discord, who helped me plug MANY a plot hole, and especially to @shireness-says who kept me accountable on so many nights when i was floundering.  

i lost track of how many times i begged @thisonesatellite, @profdanglaisstuff and @katie-dub to read or re-read sections of this; especially to @thisonesatellite who’s been working with me on this story since before the event was official and dedicated many countless hours to suggesting--gently--that i stop banging my head against the wall.  @profdanglaisstuff came through and saved this story AT LEAST three times.  (that is probably a lowball estimate TBH)

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CW:  canonical character death (minor character) rating:  T/M (mild implied violence, language) AO3

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful detective.

She had long, blonde hair that curled just so at the edges of a face with skin as fair as snow, save for the hint of a blush across the apples of her cheeks.  Her eyes glinted green, like emeralds in the sunlight, and the fall of her lashes was thick and dark.  Emma Swan looked like nothing so much as a fairy-tale princess, but if Emma Swan knew one thing about her life it was this: nothing about it was a fairy tale.

Her hair, for starters, was the product of nearly an hour’s work in front of a mirror most days, curling it and drying it and styling it just so. Twenty minutes perfecting the “no makeup” aesthetic with no less than three base layers before the foundation swept across her cheeks; the thickest mascara wand she could find and the darkest shade of black available completed the look unless she was feeling particularly ambitious and added lash primer.  Contact lenses instead of glasses, though her eyes were naturally green which meant that at least one of her parents probably had green eyes, too, not that Emma knew for sure either way.  But she was beautiful, which was a thing she did know for sure, capping it all off with a carefully curated collection of leather jackets and knee-high boots, black trousers and jeans and pencil skirts, for a look that said very clearly do not fuck with me.

Emma was her actual given name, or at least it was according to the one tangible thing--besides her eyes--that she knew she had gotten from her parents. The letters had been lovingly stitched into the hand-knitted blanket in which she had been found near a diner by the side of the road in Bumblefuck, Maine sometime in the first few hours after she had been born.  Her last name, Swan, had been attached by the one family who had considered adopting her, and had stuck on every piece of official paperwork that followed her from foster home to foster home after they had traded her in to have their own kid.  Sometime around her fourteenth or fifteenth birthday, soon after the first time she had run away, Emma had decided she might as well keep it as not.  Something about believing in herself and saying ‘fuck you’ to fate because no one else was going to do it for her.

No fairy godmothers in this world.

Emma Swan also had a talent:  She was good at finding people, and she proclaimed this fact on her office door.  “Swan and Humbert,” it said.  “Private Investigations.  Missing Persons.  Bail Bonds.”

So, Emma Swan was twenty-eight, as of today; beautiful, but prickly, which was the nice way that people said it.  “Unfeeling bitch” was what Graham Humbert called her, and most days, he meant it as a compliment. 

Last night he had meant it to wound her.  “Heartless bastard” was what she had called him in return after he’d crossed a line she had never intended them to cross.  As Emma pushed the office door open, she was wondering if she should change it to “Emma Swan:  Loner, Loser, Complicated Wreck” before deciding that would probably scare potential clients away.

And for now, at least, she still had a partner.  If she hadn’t scared him away, too.  Emma was furious just thinking about it--their partnership was supposed to be easy and constant, one of the few reliable things she’d found in this life she’d scraped together for herself.

“He’s not here, is he?” Emma asked, sighing, as she walked into the outer office.

“Mmmm?” Ruby murmured, not looking up from her makeup mirror as she fluffed her waist-length, red-streaked black curls until she was satisfied with their volume. “Graham just phoned, actually, said he was gonna be late.”  She pouted into the mirror, testing the longevity of her red lipstick, and finally looked up.  “Whoa, Em,” she said, gesturing at the cropped red leather jacket Emma had selected for the day’s ensemble.  “What’s with the battle armor?  You can’t be like this today, you have a client waiting.”  Ruby snapped the mirror shut and nodded at the inner office door with her chin.

“Like what?” Emma challenged.

“Nope,” Ruby said.  “Not going there.”

Emma glared, just for a second, and cracked a small smile.  “Sleazy divorce case?” she asked, almost hopefully.

“Ah.”  Ruby nodded, like that explained something. “You’re in that mood.  Explains the outfit.  So we’re not solving the mystery of True Love today, then?”

“No mystery,” Emma said.  “Sooner or later, the people you love let you down.  Life lesson from me to you, Ruby.  At least then, they end up here--and we need the eighty bucks an hour.”

“You make it sound so tawdry,” Ruby complained.

“These are our people, Red.”

Ruby paused, eyeing Emma up and down one more time, lingering on the red leather.  “What did he do?” she asked, lowering her voice.  “Do I need to, like, rip out his throat or something?”

And--it wasn’t like Emma hadn’t felt a flash of something when he’d kissed her in the office late the night before, it’s just that it was easier to feel nothing when what you were feeling, most of the time, just plain sucked.

Emma didn’t answer and the silence stretched out until Ruby expelled a breath.  “Okay,” Ruby said, not sounding happy about it.  “Whatever. But--trust me, Emma.  We need this client.”

“He just needs me?”  Emma asked.  “Or, I guess, just one of us?”

“Actually,” Ruby said.  “He said he wants you. He was specific,” Ruby said.  

Emma had a good reputation for someone her age and especially for someone whose resume most closely resembled one of the people she was trying to track down.  But the truth was that clients who came in with a specific personnel request generally went straight for Graham.  

“Right,” Emma said.

“But lower your shields a bit and, you know, smile--but not the kind where you show your teeth because you don’t want to scare them off.”

Emma pushed the corners or her mouth upward with her middle fingers and made sure to bare as many teeth as she possibly could.  “All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

Ruby gave her a wink and an air kiss.  “Any time, babe, you know that.”

Emma laughed, breaking into a real smile.  “I’ll leave that to Victor, I think.”

“It’s cute,” Ruby said, “that you think he’d care, except to come and watch--or maybe help,” and smacked her lips again when Emma rolled her eyes and turned toward the door marked ‘Private.’  She ran a hand over her hair to smooth it, squared her shoulders, and straightened her jacket.

“Shoulders back, chin up, tits out, Em,” Ruby muttered.  “It’s worth way more than a sleazy divorce case, I can smell it.”

Emma braced herself, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

Her visitor stood in the center of the room, facing the window and leaning on an ornate walking stick.  He turned around at the sound of the doorknob and smiled, a sickly, fake thing that flashed just a hint of a gold tooth.  “Ah,” he said. “Miss Swan.  It’s nice to see you again. I’m Mr. Gold--”

“I remember,” Emma said, “sir.” Sir because if what her landlord charged for this place was any indication, to say nothing of what his made-to-measure three-piece suit must have cost, Ruby was right:  they needed this case.

“I have a proposition for you, Miss Swan,” he said.  “I need your help.”

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Emma sank slowly into her swivel chair, turning to face her visitor and smiling politely--the tight, thin kind that showed no teeth.  She took him in:  his charcoal grey suit with a hint of a sheen on the fabric, the blood red dress shirt underneath, the black tie streaked with gold and just a hint of purple with a matching pocket square at his breast.  

“It would appear,” he said with no preamble, his voice low and soft, “that I’ve been robbed.”  He spoke with a smoothed-over accent; Scottish, perhaps, but every few words there was a syllable with a cadence so foreign Emma couldn’t even begin to place it.

“You seem unsurprised,” Emma remarked cautiously.

“Other attempts have been made in the past,” he said, tapping his cane lightly against the heel of one of his polished leather shoes.  The walking stick, it turned out, was quite genuine, as the man had hobbled slightly when crossing the room toward the visitor’s chair at Emma’s desk.  “I am a man of means with collections representing many varied interests and there are always those who come to me for--” he paused, and Emma sensed the deliberation with which he chose his words, “--help.  Sometimes I am able to oblige them; other times, I leave them to their own devices.”

“You’re saying that you’re a target,” Emma said, “and that something has been taken from one of your collections?”  He nodded, and his hair nearly brushed the tips of his shoulders.  It was long for a man of his apparent dignity, with strands hanging around his face and nearly in his eyes.

“What can I say, Miss Swan?” he asked rhetorically.  “I’m a difficult man to love.”

His eyes had clearly been following hers as she made her mental evaluation of him, and the effect he gave was almost that of a reptile.

“Here’s the thing, Mr. Gold,” Emma said, keeping the smile intact and speaking softly.  “A missing object, stolen from your shop--it sounds like the kind of job the police should handle.  Though I understand why a man in your position might choose discretion above all else, I also know that a man of your means would typically have no cause to approach someone like me directly--which tells me that whatever has gone missing is something of such value that you can’t even take the chance that anyone knows it’s missing.”

His gold tooth glinted again as he parted his lips and nodded his head, almost as if in appreciation.  Emma took it as a confirmation--not that she needed it. Her life had taught her many things, and her skill at reading people had gotten to the point where if she was concentrated and detached, she could tell a lie better than a polygraph.

“What’s been taken from me, Miss Swan,” he said, “has been in my possession for longer than you’ve been alive.”

Emma nodded.  What he said was not a lie.

“Okay,” she said, leaning forward and bracing her elbows on her desk.  “So tell me what I’m looking for.”

“You misunderstand me, Miss Swan,” he said, tilting his head at an angle as he, too, shifted his weight forward.  “I have no need for you to retrieve my stolen property.  I merely require your assistance in apprehending the man who had the audacity to violate me in such a brazen manner.”

Emma gave Gold a long, hard look.  “Robbery is a public menace.  You’re asking me to aid in what could be construed as obstruction of justice.  And you won’t even tell me what--?”

“Let’s just say,” he said, “that it’s a precious object and leave it at that.  Further, I will give you my assurances that it poses no danger to anyone as long as I get it back as quickly and quietly as possible and that it remains my secret.  But it is imperative that I find this person sooner rather than later.  I am, you might say, on something of a schedule.”

“You have a funny definition of justice, Mr. Gold,” she said.  

“My dear Miss Swan,” he said, the tooth glinting, “who said anything about justice?”

“What did they really do?”

“They stole,” he said, and nothing else.

Emma sat back and crossed her arms.

“I would hate to think that I’ve made a mistake in coming to you, Miss Swan,” Gold said, his voice still low, the words turning silky. ”It was my understanding that you are quite...dedicated in your chosen profession and have, for the most part, a record of success in finding those whom you seek.”

Emma managed not to flinch.  He couldn’t know that much about her from the cursory background an internet search would reveal; couldn’t know that she never had found her parents, because the kind of assholes who hand-knitted their kid a blanket and then left said kid on the side of the road were also the kind of assholes who had left absolutely no trace of their identity in any system Emma had access to.   

Had they ever even held her?

She’d never let herself hold her son, because Emma knew exactly what kind of asshole sent their kid out into the world on their own:  the kind that couldn’t be a parent.  The kind that needed to give that kid their best chance.

If she’d held him--if she’d given herself at least that--maybe it would have been easier.

Hell, it certainly couldn’t have been any harder.

“Miss Swan?”

Emma drew in a deep breath and set her shoulders.  “And you have a history with this person, I take it?”

“Miss Swan,” he said, and the laugh that accompanied it was a distinctly unpleasant one, “you will find that there are very few people in our little corner of the world with whom I do not have history.  And this man, I am sorry to say, has an unfortunate history of taking what is mine.”

Emma nodded, slowly.  “Okay,” she said, with some reluctance.  “I’ll check him out.”

“I’m sure you will,” Gold said smoothly. “In return for this service, you will of course expect payment.”

“Our hourly rate is--”

Gold was uninterested.  “Of no importance,” he said dismissively.  “You may invoice me, assuming I don’t find him first.  If I do...let’s just say that bad things happen to bad people.”

“Is that a threat?” Emma asked, incredulous.

“More of an observation, or perhaps an incentive,” he said, and the sickly smile was back.  “Do we have an understanding?”

She nodded again. “Deal,” she said.

“Grand,” Gold said, licking his lips.

“What’s going on in here?” said a voice from the doorway, lilting and accented and familiar.

“Graham,” Emma said, “Mr. Gold would like us to take a case on his behalf.  Mr. Gold,” Emma turned her attention back to their new client, swallowing her reservations because she was good at her job.  She needed that comfort--that belief--because her job was all she had, no matter what Graham thought he wanted.  “This is my partner, Graham Humbert.”

As Graham stepped forward and offered a hand, there was a look on his face that Emma had never seen before.  His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept properly--or at all--and his gaze focused on Gold as if he was the only thing in the room.

Something flickered across Gold’s face before he offered Graham his hand to shake.   “Indeed,” he said. “Miss Swan and I have just struck a bargain.”

Emma was sure she imagined the flash of fear that briefly overtook Graham’s features.

--

There were flowers on the table when Emma got home--she grabbed them and dumped them straight into the trash.

“Oh!”  Her roommate, Mary Margaret, walked in.

It all came down to the number seven, which was the number of addresses she’d had in the past ten years, assuming that eleven months in the Arizona Correctional Facility for Women counted as an address.  Graham had hired her, and she’d stayed, in spite of the lack of dental or any other benefits.  Mary Margaret Blanchard had not been looking for a roommate, but they’d met each other and there was the offer of the spare room that wasn’t even properly a room, more like a lofted open space just big enough for a double bed and a small wardrobe, before either of them was quite sure what had happened.  Something had clicked, and Emma had unpacked the three cardboard boxes that contained all of her possessions and tucked the one small cigar box that held her life, such as it was, away in a corner of the office.  

She had a roommate and a job and friends and she hated Graham for putting all of that at risk for something that would never work.  Because if Emma were the type who allowed herself to believe in such things, she’d have said that finding Mary Magaret--and Ruby, and Graham and her job and her life here--had been like coming home; as if she had always been meant to be there.

“Can you believe this shit?”  Emma gestured at the flowers.  “Graham think this is gonna work on me?”

“Yeah, no, those are mine,” Mary Margaret said, then corrected herself:  “Were mine.”

“From the married guy?  Seriously?”

“I know,” Mary Margaret said, then:  “Wait.  How did you know?”

“You’re an elementary school teacher,” Emma said flatly.  “I’m a private investigator.”

Mary Margaret sighed.  “It’s a disaster,” she said.

“It can’t be that bad if there are flowers,” Emma said, eyebrows raised.

“No, that was--no,” Mary Margaret said.  “I just can’t seem to--I feel like a different person when I’m around him.  It’s like I can’t help myself, like I have this need to be with him.”

“Trust me,” Emma said.  “Married guys are never worth it, no matter how good the ‘flowers’ are.” Emma made exaggerated air quotes with her fingers.  “If you need an itch scratched, stick to one-nighters with no attachments, like I do.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’re--”

“Because I’m what?” Emma’s eyes flashed green in challenge.  Unfeeling bitch, he’d called her, then walked in on her meeting looking like shit, but otherwise as if nothing had happened between them.  

That fit with what she knew of him; Graham was a kind, good-natured guy, and most days Emma felt lucky to have him in her life.  It’s easy, between them.

“Never mind,” Mary Margaret said.

“No,” Emma said.  “Tell me.  What do I do?”

“You’re just,” Mary Margaret said, gesturing expansively, “protecting yourself.  With that wall you put up.”

“Just because I don’t get emotional over men--”

“You don’t?”  Mary Margaret was not the type of person who snorted derisively, which Emma was grateful for more at that moment than she might ever have been; especially since Mary Margaret had no real notion of exactly how much Emma was, in fact, protecting herself from.

Because she did not get emotional over men.

“All I’m saying,” Mary Margaret said, “is that the floral abuse tells a different story.”

“Come on,” Emma said.

“I mean it, Emma,” Mary Margaret said.  “That wall of yours might keep out pain, but it will also keep out love.”  Mary Margaret was all about “mawwaige” and “Twoo Wuv” and refused to give up hope that Emma would find both of those things. 

God, was there something in the water today?  This felt like the second time, at least, she’d been forced to endure some version of this conversation.  One more minute and she was likely to start screaming about patriarchy and freedom and submitting herself to an institution that fails as often as it succeeds, and for what?  A bullshit ideal of fairy tales and happy endings?

Certainly Mary Margaret’s sordid affair was a horrible ‘Exhibit A’ in the case for True Love.  

“He kissed me,” Emma confessed, watching the progression of emotions cross her friend’s face:  happiness, confusion, disappointment, resignation.

“And?”

“It wasn’t a bad kiss,” Emma admitted, watching Mary Margaret’s eyebrows shoot up. “It was nice, I guess.  Easy.”

“And?” Mary Margaret said again.

“And,” Emma emphasized it, “I’m neither of those things?” She threw her hands in the air.  “It’s not what I want, Mary Margaret.”

“Are you sure?”

There was a knock at the door before she could respond, and Emma went to answer it.  Sheriff Nolan’s hand was poised to knock again as she opened the door, and Emma spared a glance at her roommate, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the married guy her friend had been not-so-secretly seeing.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Emma said knowingly, and was surprised at David’s hand on her shoulder.

“I’m here for you, actually,” he said.

--

Heartless bastard.

Emma would have laughed, except she was crying and trying not to throw up at the same time.

--

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For Work In Progress Wednesday:

I am fooling around with a framing device for a few ME2-pre ME3 sketch fics I’ve been piling up but it’s still rough.  Wouldn’t mind a little feedback from the peanut gallery.

Case Files

Not immediately. 

Major Alenko absolutely does not run to the SPECTRE office with his new authorizations to view files he honestly has no business seeing.

The second Human SPECTRE nods and smiles and shakes hands during the small party the Council insists upon.  He does an interview with a shockingly meek Al-Jilani. He has a cup of tea with the drell, Tannor Nuara, though he’s pretty sure that’s not his name and checks in with Dr. Michel to remind her to keep him updated on the hospital’s needs.It’s no problem, he assures her. He used up enough of the resources, himself.

Kaidan goes to his quarters and changes into his fatigues and opens a beer he probably shouldn’t. He sends another message to his mother and makes a few replies to friends.  He starts in on the endless pile of paperwork.  He considers dinner, a shower, hitting the training facility. He drinks his beer.

An hour after that, he’s in the elevator, in the hallway, avoiding an ambassador’s aide.

It’s probably a violation of privacy.  It’s absolutely taking advantage of privileged information.  But he needs a few answers, if he’s ever going to sleep at night without wondering if he did the right thing.

Her file is...staggeringly long.  He scans a few others, for comparison.  His is almost nothing but his BaAt file, his service record, and the three debrief interviews he did after Alchera. After Horizon. After Earth and Mars. Others are thicker and thinner.  Saren’s is heavily redacted even with Kaidan’s authorizations and the affirmation of the Reapers and ends with “Status: Revoked. Terminated.”

Shepard’s starts with a few files from an orphanage that he just glances through, most of which are nothing but “Fostered: Date. Returned: not much later.” There’s one black and white holoscan of a little girl with tight braids, freckles, big eyes and a gap tooth grin.  It’s labeled: Eden Magdalene Shepard 

No other record found matching available data. Possible id not confirmed.

But it’s her.  He can see the woman in those clear, direct eyes.

There’s a stack of arrests for an Ace Shepard 

Possible alias. Matches available data. Records sealed for age 

And one mugshot.  Definitely Aedan Shepard, the scar under her eye still fresh and stark. Red hair, though unnaturally crayon bright, half shaved and shaggy on the other.  Those eyes lined in red, staring at the camera like murder from a pale, bone thin face. Black lipstick smeared across her sneer. One arm long and dangling, the other in a cast, strapped to her side.  A sketchy green tattoo on her neck in the side view of a knife, a slash of purple make up stark across a nose too big for her pixie face. No age listed but she can’t be 14 by the date.  

An Academy admissions form for Aedan Shepard with an accompanying note from one Commander Anderson that he skims to land on a final line. “I know she isn’t what you usually look for. She’s going to need some remedial work. Trust me on this one, Mira.”

Her Academy file shows grades gradually improving to higher marks. Her physical improves faster, doctor notes indicating that between regular meals and gene mods she’s going to make the height/weight requirement by the end of her first year. Her marksmanship punts her into the stratosphere.

Another picture in familiar Academy togs. There’s his...there’s the Shepard he knew. No visible tats, Dark red hair, short but neat. Seven freckles across her leonine nose not quite hidden by regulation makeup.  The scar is faded, but still raised. Eyes level and cool, mouth firm.  Baby professional.

He knows her service record almost as well as his own.

There’s the one holonet picture from Elysium, Aedan in her black bikini and flip flops, dogtags flying, pistol steady, directing someone (a teenage girl, she told him later) to fill a hole in the defense. There’s the picture from a little later, chin high and firm in her dress uniform: an admiral pinning the Star of Terra to her chest.  He can see Anderson leaning over to Hackett in the background.

There’s a cross reference to her N file.

Commendation after commendation. One flag for disrespect to a superior officer.

SPECTRE CANDIDATE

There’s the file on the Normandy SR1, the holo of her SPECTRE induction, and the Saren mission.

Her Alliance report on the mission, the letter to Ashley’s mother. A few interview files.

A debrief they’d called her to Arcturus to give.  She’d shrugged it off as routine and they’d run to the Citadel for shore leave.  

There’s the official Alchera report cross referenced with his. Joker’s. Chakwas’.

He slows down. There’s a termination flag that wasn’t removed.

Attached to that is an addendum from another SPECTRE, Tela Vasir, cross referenced with the Shadow Broker file three weeks after the Collector attack on the SR1.

Situation to be reviewed. Shepard and/or remains possibly recovered. Check all Cerberus contacts.

The next data is a bioscan from the security checkpoint on Zakera, two years and a few weeks after Shepard had been declared dead. An alert notice. Three grainy stills from the security chief’s office. Not quite clear enough to make out details beyond hair and height. And two figures in Cerberus gear behind her.  

He’d just left the Citadel posting for Horizon the week before. 

The next file is video only, fuzzy. Clearly from a planted device. Kaidan rubs his eyes before he hits play on grainy footage with biometric data rolling on the outside edge. 

A red haired, slender, short figure in black and red N7 armor strides into Anderson’s Citadel office.  She walks like Aedan, that rolling ship gait.  She draws up short in front of his desk.  He speaks, she answers, he speaks again.  And he watches her whole body jerk as if she’s been shot.

All formality lost, her hands spread.  She’s yelling and Anderson isn’t meeting her eyes as he replies.  That square posture droops and hers matches. 

She slaps a data drive on his desk, turns on her heel and marches to the door.  The bug must be by the doorframe, Kaidan can see details now.  She turns her head and there they are, the scars that shocked him, glowing along her jawline pulled open and raw by the awkward position. They look like they hurt. He almost misses the word she asks over her shoulder. “Kaidan?”

Anderson shakes his head and Kaidan can lip read well enough to get, “Classified.”

Her hand clenches on the doorframe. “Two years, Boss?”

“Yeah, kid.”

She jerks a nod, says something else as she turns to go. Her shoulders square before she walks through the sliding door. He catches a glimpse of white and black on a figure just outside. Anderson leans against his desk, head down.

A holo of a Normandy; the SR2. Flying Cerberus colors in the Citadel docking bay.

Biometrics confirmed. SPECTRE Status: Reinstated. 

Kaidan closes the file and staggers back to the elevator.

00000

It’s a week of small potato missions before he can trust himself to reopen the file.

Every two weeks, there’s a data dump to Anderson/Hackett, copied and crossreferenced to SPECTRE files. About half include encrypted data that still hasn’t been decoded The Alliance version carries a note dating from nine months ago: Speculation: Code specific to Anderson/Shepard.

The dumps usually come from Illium, shunted through a source with an address he recognizes.  Liara.  

There’s a pile of data from Omega and then a list of files for her crew: Miranda Lawson. Jacob Taylor. Kasumi Goto (notations from Spectre Jondam Bau). Garrus. Mordin Solus. Zaeed Misoni. Urdnot Grunt. Justicar Samara. Jack. Tali. Thane Krios. He recognizes Tannor Nuara and shuts the file down.

Over a cup of tea in the bustle of Huerta’s lobby, Thane blinks but then smiles.  “You were more observant than I expected, Spectre Alenko.”

“It wasn’t my business.”

“No.  But I promised her I would look out for you and I clearly revealed more than I intended.”

“You promised Shepard?”

He nods.  “You were still bedridden at the time. It seemed a reasonable precaution.”

Well, thanks, I guess.

“It was my privilege. She helped me save my son, once.  I was glad to return the favor with her...friend.”

“Can you.  Look, I don’t want to put you in a corner.  I’m just trying to reconcile the Shepard I knew with what happened last year.  Can you tell me...anything?”

“When I met her on Illium, I used her to distract a target.”

A target?  You were there to kill someone?  

You said you read my file?

You were an assassin.  

Yes. 

You used Shepard?

She was...a very good distraction.  My target assumed Shepard was the assassin, tearing through her guard and the tower like fire through dry tinder.  It allowed me to quietly get into position. Shepard got her information and I made my hit.

And Shepard hired you?  It wasn’t that far out of character.  Wrex came to mind.

We came to an agreement.  I was not expecting to be able to work much longer and the Cerberus contract allowed me to set aside money for my son.

Right.  How was it?  On the ship.

Antagonistic.  At first.  There was a line drawn between the Cerberus crew and Shepard.  It was crossed very rarely.  She was.  Not warm.  

Unfriendly?  

Angry.  She drank more than I expect was good for her.  She spoke rarely, to Garrus most of all.  She put her armor on in the morning and we rarely saw her in anything else.

What changed? 

We aided Tali, the quarian?  Kaidan managed not to snap that he knew her.

Yes.  We found her and Shepard made a visible effort to change, Kasumi asked a favor and they dealt with it. She came back...you’ve seen the scarring? 

Yeah.

They were almost closed.  They’d been healing, reopening, healing.  

Garrus needed her help and while we were on the Citadel, she aided me with my son.  He was...about to follow in my footsteps but without my training it was...she saved him.  She helped me stop him.  When she came back to the ship, she went up to speak with Joker and I heard her laughing.  I had not. Before.  

The drell went stiff before him, his dark eyes revealing stark pupils.  “Eyes like ice frozen on the shore, she stands between Kolyat and the ambassador.  She speaks with steady conviction and he listens.  Eyes like the storms on a sea, she shadow steps between the turian and the bullet waiting for him. “He’s as good as dead, can’t you see that.” Garrus drops his rifle.  Eyes like smoke, she laughs like rusty bells on a chain.  Joker tells her he’s missed her.”

His eyes darken to see Kaidan before him, scanning him with an omnitool about to wave over a doctor.  “Forgive me.  Drell have...our memories are revealing.  It seemed the best way to answer your question.”

“What just happened? No...nevermind.  It got better then?”

“Yes.  Until then...She was always a sniper, I assume? “ 

“Yeah, before I met her”.  

“There is a...one has to put oneself in a certain state and a healthy being can slip in and out.  She did not.  Before that.  She was just in the cold, stark place one must be in to pull the trigger.  And then, the wind changed.  It was Garrus and Tali, who made the most difference.  Kasumi mentioned once that Shepard barely spoke before he came aboard, other than mission briefs.  After.  She would visit.  It was…”  Thane broke off in a coughing fit. “Forgive me, I need to…”

“No, I kept you too long. I”m sorry.” 

Thane stood, his hand not quite clutching the chair for support. “I will...try to write down some things for you.  If you’d like.”

“Only if you’re up to it.  I got...I got the gist.  Thank you.”

[autty0314]

If it’s meant to be - Bucky x Reader Ch. 6

Summary: Y/n and Bucky decide to take things to another level in their relationship. Things go south for Bucky and the mod when Rumlow has tricks up his sleeve.

 Warning(s): Swearing, SMUT (Please only 18+, if I found out you’re younger I am telling your grandmother!) (Oral, m and f receiving, slow love making,) Blood, cutting, kidnapping, mention of assassination

 Word  count: 2763

   The next few hours seem like a blur; one minutes Bucky and I were talking about Safe Haven. The next we were making out and it’s getting heated.  His lips feel rough yet soft against my own, we separated for a moment to breathe.

“You never told me that you could kiss like that sir.” I said smiling up at him, he blushes lightly up at me.

“Well Doll, you never asked. I’d like to show you how much you mean to me, and I know we just meant as well. But I don’t think I can hold myself back anymore.” Bucky said seductively in my ear while rubbing circles around my lower back. I whimper at the contact it felt amazing.

“Then do something then, I won’t stop you.” I said pulling his hair and kissing under his ear making him moan under my touch. He gets up briefly to get a better angle of kissing me and he grabbed my tank top and took it up slowly kissing down my neck I moan and arch my body up a little toward his body. He stops at my breast and just looks and admires for a moment before he took one of my nipples in his mouth and with his other hand playing with it. I was a moaning mess under him, he stopped sucking and started kissing down my stomach to my shorts. He looked up at me and wanted to make sure I still wanted this. I looked back and nodded him to go on,

“I need to hear you love.��� Bucky said very husky

“You can continue love. I want this as much as you do.” I said looking down at him. He smiles at me and I help him out of my shorts, he was surprised to see no underwear when he pulled them off. I smirked at him when he looked up. He had this wicked look in his eyes, he seems very excited to see me vulnerable and naked in from of him. He slowly slides my legs open for him to lay in between them. He starts to lick softly on my vagina, I tug his hair a little bit as a warning to not tease me. He chuckles at my movement, he starts sucking my clit and thrusting one finger into me, I arch my back at the sudden contact.

“Fuck love, you’re so wet. I have to make sure you’re going to be stretched enough to take me.” Bucky said, before he started to nibble and suck at my clit.

“You’re so good at that – Ahhh, please Bucky… Let me return the – ahh favor.” I said getting ready to cum all over his fingers and mouth.

“I need you to cum all over me baby girl. Give it all to me.” Bucky said while putting two more fingers into my tight vagina. I arch and squeeze his fingers as I cum all over him. Bucky licks everything clean and sits up. I pounce on him, so he is now laying down. I smile at him and kiss and nibble my way down his body to his boxers, he groans at my actions as I pull down his boxers.

“Oh, doll you’re going to kill me.” Bucky says brushing my hair. I smile up at him and lick his cock from the base up to his tip and kissed it. He groans as I started to take him down, I try my best to deep throat him but it not all of him can fit in my mouth. He groans loudly and grabs my hair to make a makeshift ponytail, then starts to thrust his hips up in my mouth. I moan against him and felt him start to twitch in mouth.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty mouth baby.” Bucky said keeping his eye contact with me. I bring a hand up and start fondling his balls softly. He goes faster,

“Fuck – I’m going to cum!” Bucky said as he thrust two more times in my mouth and cumming deep down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth and smiles at me,

“Well, that was fun. You ready to feel how tight I am going to be around your big cock Bucky?” I said getting up and straddling him. He smiles up at me, and nods at my actions. I slowly line him up, I make sure I have a stable grip on him. I sink slowly on him letting myself get use to his big girth. I moan as I sink all the way down on him, he has bottomed me out. He grabs my hips and helps me bounce up and down on him.

“Fuck doll you’re so tight. You feel amazing on my cock.” Bucky groans as he starts bouncing me up and down on him slowly. I whimper at his cock going in and out of me, I’ve never been this full before.

“Damn Bucky, you feel amazing. I’ve never felt this full before.” I said gridding my hips up and down on him. We took a few more minutes and he surprised me that he pulls out and lays me down, he pushes into me. I arch at getting filled again, he starts to thrust into me while I claw at his back. He picks up his pace just a little.

“Fuck baby girl, I am going to cum. Are you okay if I cum inside you?” Bucky asked while thrusting a little faster into me.

“Yes, Bucky please, I would perfectly fine with me Bucky. I want you too.” I said looking up at him and brushing some hair out of his face. He smiles and starts to go faster, and he grips my hips as he thrust deeper, I start to claw down his back and moan as the sound of skin is slapping. He starts to go harder as his thrust getting sloppier.

“Ah – Fuck, I’m cumming.” Bucky said slapping quickly and stopping deeply in my vagina, I moan loudly, and Bucky growled, he didn’t pull out until he softens. I whimpered at the loss, but he falls beside me and cuddles into his side.

“Well, that was good. I’ve never experienced that before. Thank you for that Buck.” I say as I kiss his temple and drift off to sleep.

“No problem Doll. I’ll see you in the morning.” He grumbles and then out I was.

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 I wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes, I smile but get sad a little bit because Bucky isn’t beside me. But it means his making breakfast! I notice his shirt is still on my floor, I pick up his shirt and slip on a pair of panties and head to the kitchen while putting my hair into a messy bun. I hear my stereo in my living room playing, In The Mood by Glenn Miller. I can hear Bucky humming it from the kitchen, I do my best to sneak up on him. I get to the kitchen and see him swaying to the music and flipping the pancakes.

“Wow love, you look good making breakfast for me.” I said as I see him jump lightly which is funny because I scared this big bad hit man.

“Jesus, Doll, why would you do that?” Bucky asked grabbing his chest, I chuckle and walk toward him.

“It was fun love; I didn’t know the big bad hit man can scream like a little girl.” I said wrapping my arms around his shoulders pulling him into a kiss.

“Do I need to show you who you’re talking to love.” Bucky says as he grabs my ass a little bit. I giggle and kiss him roughly taking his breathe away

“All righty sir, I’ll let you get back to cooking. I am going to take a shower.” I said walking away from him. Bucky hurries to get breakfast done so he could join me. I start the shower and get clothes to chance into. I strip down and get into the shower. I have my favorite song playing; (Your favorite song) I start humming the tune. I didn’t hear Bucky come in and get in the shower with me, I felt his arms around my waist. I jump at the contact not expecting him to join me.

“Oops, sorry babe. Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to wash up before I leave. I have to get stuff done before tonight.” Bucky said rubbing up and down my sides, I hum in the response. I have never  hook up with someone so soon but there is just something about Bucky that I like and trust.

“Your fine love, let’s get washed up and get ready for the day.” I said grabbing my wash rag and getting soap on it and turning toward Bucky. I smiled up at him and started to wash his body, starting with his right bicep, and moving across his chest. I’ve always love having intimate moments like this, you don’t always have to have sex to be intimate with someone. We finally rinse off and get out,

“Alrighty Doll, I will see you later tonight.” Bucky said pulling on his shirt.

“Okay sweetie, I will see you tonight. Be safe.” I said putting my socks on my feet. I smile up at him and give him a kiss bye and out he was. Now, it’s time to get some schoolwork done.

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Bucky get back to his apartment and changes, so he is ready for the meeting they were having tonight for the assassination of Brock Rumlow. He get a call from Sam.

“Hey, do you have everything you need?” He asked

“Yes Sam, I am pretty sure I have everything. You have the poison?” Bucky asked grabbing his Glock, gloves, and leather jacket.

“Yes, I do, I have it. Are you bring every you need just in case it goes south and have to do a plan B?” Sam asked walking down to the elevator with Bucky.

“Yes, I do, let’s get to Starks house before we head to the bar to meet with Y/N” Bucky said hitting the button to the elevator.

--

 After a few hours Bucky and Sam get to Y/N’s work to set up. Bucky sees her and she look very beautiful. She has her hair up in a ponytail curled, her outfit is a simple black jean with a red sweater that falls just off her shoulder a little bit and you makeup is amazing, stiletto red lipstick with beautiful black winged eyeliner. You always seem happy at work, like you are right now. Y/N looks up and her smiles widens when she sees Bucky and Sam.

“Hey boys, sit where you like. It’s a little busy so, I’ll be with you when I can!” Y/N said walking up to them and giving them both a hug and a kiss on Bucky’s cheek. She walked away from him; Sam snickered as they sat down at a booth close but out of Brock’s sight.

“Shut up Sam.” Bucky said grumbling at him

“I didn’t say a word man, I am glad you found someone.” Sam said as Y/N walks up.

“Heya boys, what can I do for ya?” She said holding out her note pad, she smiles up at them. There was more of a twinkle in her eye today then any other day he has seen her.

“Y/N, love, can I get a Whiskey and give you this? This is what goes in his drink.” Bucky said low even for just her to hear. She nods and smiles,

“What about you Sam?” Y/N said smiling

“I’ll just take a rum and coke honey.” Sam said smiling back at her. She nods and grabs the small bottle from Bucky and walks back behind the bar to make the drinks for them. She looks up and see Brock and his crew coming in and Bucky can tell it scared Y/N the look he was giving her.

“Here you go boys, hope it’s good for ya.” Y/N said returning to the table with their drinks. She smiles and heads toward Brocks table.

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“Hey boys, want me to get you the usual?” I said looking at the boys, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about this whole situation.

 “Yes Y/N, I’d take my usually. Whiskey on the rocks with a splash of lime.” Brock said smiling up at me. I smile back and go back to the bar.

Breathe Y/N, breathe it will be over soon I thought to myself. I start to make his whiskey; I took the small bottle Bucky gave me from behind the bottles to pour into the drink and smile. I grab a few empty glasses and two pitchers of beer for them, I start to walk back to the table.

“Here you guys go, is there anything else I can get for ya?” I said smiling at them

“No, we are good Y/N, Thank you.” Brock said smirking up at me. I smile and turned to go back to the bar to go in break. Bucky looked at me and nodded when he knew I put the drug in there, I walk back to the break room to take a breather while I grab my phone out of my pocket to text Bucky that I was leaving early because I wasn’t feeling good.

‘Hey sweetie, I’m actually going home. I am not feeling well, I’ll see you later’ I grabbed my bag and walked to let Wanda know I am leaving.

“Hey babe, I have to head home. I am not feeling well, are you okay if I leave?” I asked as I look at her, she looks up and nods. I give her a hug and leave out the back door. I didn’t notice that Brock was out of his group and that Bucky and Sam left as well. I was walking down the stair to my apartment and I felt like someone was watching me. I stop to look around, when my phone starting going off.

“Um, hello?”

Y/N. . . WHERE ARE YOU?” Bucky said breathlessly through the phone.

“Bucky, I am walking home. Why?” I asked as I started walking down the road again, I can see my apartment in my view.

“I NEED YOU TO HIDE, YOU ARE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!”  Bucky said over the phone, I stop again and look around,

“Bucky, I am – AHH” I had someone grab me and knock my phone out of my hand. I start to thrash trying to get out of the strangers hold.

“If you keep it up, I may just take you right here and make your soul mate watch you hurt.” The guy said tying up my hands. I start to silently cry as he throws me into the back of a van. I notice the man grabbed my phone and put it on speaker.

“Y/N, WHAT HAPPENED?” Bucky asked clearing speeding to find me.

“Oh James, she is okay with me. She is quite pretty; I’m surprised she’s your soul mate and you got her to drug me. Better corporate with us and we’ll make sure you little girlfriend won’t get too hurt.” The stranger said. The voice sounds very familiar to me.

“Brock, I swear to god. If you lay a hand on her, I will personally kill  you.” Bucky said, oh my god. . . It was Brock Rumlow, the one that Bucky wanted me drug. I was freaking out, scared to what he’s going to do with me.

“Have fun trying to find us, if you want her back bring me $500,000.00 for the hospital bill from my guy that drunk you shit poison.” Brock said caressing my face, I move away from his hand. He hangs up the phone with Bucky and looks back at me.

“We are going to have fun dear.” He smiles wickedly at me, then everything went back after he put Chloroform up to my mouth and nose. All I remember in that, we were speeding and hoping Bucky can come find me.

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Lol this is a dumb request but what do you think the v3 casts favorite vines would be/ones they quote a lot?? sorry i know this is stupid you dont have to do it im just curious. its for the memes.

Requests like these are fun, no worries! I don’t have real reasoning for some of these and I can’t add much to this, I just think some of them fit. Either way, hope you enjoy!Also, lots of Swearing, etc. if you’re not into that!

V3 Cast’s Favorite Vines!

Kaede Akamatsu

Let me hop out the Porsche – Shut the… up.

Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle?

Is there anything better than pussy? Yes… a really good book.

Saihara Shuichi

I brought you Frankincense. –Thank, you. – And I brought you… Myrrh. – Thank, you. – Myrrh… DER! … ! – Judas!

Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.

Ah! Get yo’ fuckin’ dog! – It don’t bite. – Yes it do! Get yo- fuckin’!-

Maki Harukawa

There’s only one thing worse thana rapist… boom. – A child. – No.

Hey everybody. Today, my brother pushed me so I’m starting a Kickstarter to puthim down. The benefits of killing him are I would get pushed way less.

Let me see what you have? – A knife! – No!

Ouma Kokichi

Bitch I hope the fuck you do!

Dad look! It’s the good kush. – This is the dollar store, how good can it be?

Two bros, chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay!

Himiko Yumeno

I saw you hangin’ out with Caitlinyesterday – Rebecca it’s not what you think!  – I won’t hesitate, bitch!

Look at all those chickens!

Chris, is that a weed? I’m calling the police!

Rantaro Amami

It’s an avocado… thanks!

Zach, stop! Zach… stop! You’re gonna get in trouble! Zach!

FRE SH A VOCA DO!

Tenko Chabashira

Four female Ghost-Busters? Thefeminists are taking over! I’m an adult virgin~!

Hey, I’m lesbian. – I thought you wereAmerican.

And they were roommates. – Oh my god, they were roommates.

Kiibo

The prophecy is true.

Well, when life gives you lemons.

What up, I’m Jared, I’m nineteen and I never fuckin’ learned how to read.

Miu Iruma

How’d this happen so quickly? –Well, the appendix was most likely burst due to pressure during sex. – SEX?!

You ready to fuckin’ die? – I’m a bad bitch, you can’t kill me!

What did you do? – Sucked dick on accident… - HOW DO YOU SUCK DICK ON ACCIDENT?

Kaito Momota

Yo,man, wanna see a picture of my cock? – Hell no! – There’s a picture of my cock.– That’s a chicken, motherfucker!

The Shooting Star vines.

I thought you were Bae… Turns out you’re just Fam. – Bruh.

Angie Yonaga

I want a church girl~ who go tochurch~ and read ‘er Bible!

Welcome to Bible Study! We’re all children of Jesus! Kumbaya, my Lord!

Bob Ross Beat the Devil out of it! (I couldn’t find the specific Vine for this one, unfortunately.)

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Look at this graph.

Lipstick in my Valentino white bag?!

Hi, welcome to Chili’s!

Kirumi Tojo

Addbacon and syrup… - Uh, I’m NOT finished. Let’s get started. – First off, oh myGod, can you let me do what-

Stop, I could’ve dropped my croissant!

How do you know what’s good for me? – That’s my OPINION!

Gonta Gokuhara

Spider in your hand? – Yeah. – Sayplease. – Please! …AH!

Oh sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich. – Goback to sleep. And starve.

Who’s the hottest Uber Driver you’ve ever had? – Um, no I’ve never went toOovoo Javer.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Don’t fuck with me, I have the power of God AND animeon my side!

Don’t tell your mother! – Kiss one another! – DIE FOR EACH OTHER!

Gimme yo’ fuckin’ money!

Ryoma Hoshi

We all die, you either kill yourself or getkilled. What you gon’ do? What you gon’ do?

Put that candy back boy. Try me, bitch!

Completely giving up! Starring… Me.

- Mod Rantaro