#my current taste and my former taste do NOT match up at ALL and it HURTS

[i-spilled-my-soup]

the only reason i have not deleted all my old posts is because i cannot stand to look at them long enough to delete them oughhgughhhhhhhhhhh it was necessary for the character development but ouguguuhuugguuhh my hubrissss.

[taralen]

Thoughts in Reflection

A prequel to an INBOX Story idea proposed by @clowny-rolls (Thanks for the idea!!!)

NOTE: This story won't make as much sense unless you read the stuff I wrote here for better context: Click Me.

The illustration is inspired by a drawing a friend of mine did of Spamton, but it's currently not uploaded anywhere. Sorry guys. 😭

The year was 1994.

Spamton G. Spamton, a former Addison and a now esteemed entrepreneurial businessman who founded BIG SHOT AUTOS was one day asked, "Mr. Spamton, are you seeing anyone?"

Much to Spamton's chagrin, the one asking was his close friend Bant, a Blue Addison who was the only one of his former friends and coworkers with whom he stayed in contact. He leaned against the wall, waiting for any chance to talk to Spamton once he was off the phone.

Spamton rolled his eyes. "Why are you asking?"

"You haven't seen any ladies, have you? I figured with your newfound success, the women would be flocking to you." Bant chuckled.

Spamton raised his hand and dismissed this with a gesture. "I'm too busy."

"Not too busy for me, though." Bant smirked.

Spamton froze and his cheeks flushed pink.

Bant tilted his head, flashing that iconic closed-eye Addison grin. "Hey, if you're interested, one of the restaurants Sen's been running fliers for is setting up blind dates. I've been the one coordinating things to bring people together. The restaurant has had a nice uptick in business since! The campaign is running for another week. It might be kind of fun to try it out. I can set you up with a cute girl, exactly your type!"

Spamton narrowed his eyes at the mention of Sen, or Yahoosen, the Yellow Addison he once worked so closely with but did not believe in his vision. Hearing Bant's involvement softened his expression but not his demeanor. "That sounds stupid. How will this benefit me at all?"

"If you have a good time, you could leave them a good review, and then I can convince the owner to vouch for your shop whenever they need a new car or some fixing. What do you think?" Bant's smile widened.

Spamton raised a brow. "Uh, give me a moment. Step out of my office for a bit."

Bant sighed. "What for?"

"I need to make a call, obviously!" Spamton said as he sat down at his desk with his finger already on the dial.

Bant huffed and pushed off the wall. "Fine. Let me know when you're done." He slipped out, closed the door behind him, and paced the hall. Although he was just outside the office, he could not hear what Spamton was talking about. Thankfully, the call was brief, and only a few moments later, Spamton opened the door, looking up at Bant. "OKAY. I will do it!" He adjusted his collar and flashed a handsome, toothy smile.

Bant blinked. "Huh? Really? Did whoever you were talking to on the phone tell you it was a good idea?" He laughed a little awkwardly.

"Huh?! Why would I ask my esteemed business partner about something so silly?" Spamton laughed, dismissively waving his hand. "Go on! Set me up with this blind date! I trust you know my tastes in women well."

Bant furrowed his brows. Having known Spamton for years, he knew when he wasn't totally genuine, and this seemed to be one of those moments, but he smiled anyway. "Okay, I will. I'm sure not to disappoint you!" ☎️☎️☎️

Waiting in a hallway near the restrooms was a small lady, a White Addison. She wore a silken pink dress far too expensive for her salary and tied her hair up in a matching pink bow. People passing by stared at her, whispering words she did not want to hear.

Bant approached her. "Ah, Ms. Thetalan, you look quite lovely. That dress Orvar loaned you fits you nicely!"

Orvar, short for Orvarstok, was an Orange Addison who worked with Bant. He advertised clothing curated by Queen herself, ranging from everyday wear to fine garments. Through their established trust, Bant easily convinced him to loan a dress on the promise he'd foot the dry-cleaning bills afterward.

She turned to the Blue Addison and smiled meekly. "You think so? I hope he likes it, too."

"He definitely will. You are exactly his type." Bant winked. "He is an esteemed businessman, so he has fine tastes. He should be here within the next five to ten minutes. Just wait here for now."

"Fine tastes?" She blushed. "Okay. I will wait right here," she answered meekly. She watched him disappear down the corner. She was certain this guy was the same Blue Addison she saw with that man she fell in love with a year ago—a man who appeared to be a White Addison like her but with black hair. She etched his name into her heart: Spamton G. Spamton.

Despite her suspicions, Thetalan didn't dare pry too much about the Blue Addison's possible relations. He approached her directly while she was walking down the street and asked if she would like to participate in a blind date with all the expenses paid to support a local restaurant. Usually, she'd be wary of such things, but because of his familiarity, her intuition told her to trust him and take on this offer. She told him about the kind of man she wanted to meet, and he said, "Ah, perfect. I know just the guy for you! He is a handsome businessman and not too unlike an Addison." He raised his head and pointed at his own nose. "What, with one of these just like us!"

Few Darkners chose to court Addisons outside of work-related reasons, but this Blue Addison described someone so specific that she could only think of one person, and it was him. To have this opportunity of seeing Spamton again... It made her tremble with excitement.

With bated breath, she gazed into the nearby mirror, trying to collect herself. Though she was excited, anxiety swarmed her entire being. She hadn't seen this man since last year and wondered if he remembered her. He occupied her mind constantly, and as she stared into her beautified reflection, her hands wringing restlessly, she thought, "He has no idea how much I wish he could see me."

(To be continued...)

[ollieflopkins]

what exactly happened to sterling at liverpool why he was so adamant nothing would make him stay ?

THANK YOU ANON FOR ASKING THIS and apologies for the delay!

In my original post I detailed how upsetting it was for me as a newer Liverpool fan in 2015 to go through Sterling’s transfer to City and see all the media surrounding said transfer. I was upset because 1. He was a highly sought after young talent and I didn’t want him to leave in general, 2. He left to go to City of all clubs, and 3. Everything surrounding the transfer, at least to me at the time, came down to money. And yessss all footballers do care about their bag but for a 20 year old + his team who we raised to be talking about money in the press like he was? For me it was in bad taste. But I’ll try to keep it objective.

Raheem Sterling and why he wanted to leave Liverpool, plus some insight into 2010-2015 Liverpool, below the cut.

Why did Raheem Sterling want to leave Liverpool?

Wanted to win trophies. In Dec 2012 he signed a new long term contract with us under Brendan Rodgers and was enthusiastic about his future with us. However, Sterling’s entire career at Liverpool occurred pre-Klopp/pre-modern resurgence era so we weren’t ever really competing for leagues or silverware: we won a League Cup and like…almost won the prem once lolol… but that was it for Sterling’s entire career with us 2010-2015. City 2010-2015 were in Kun Aguero era and won the FA Cup, the League Cup, the prem twice, and came in second in the prem two other times. City easily were more successful and had more money to throw around at the time (still do 😌).

Wanted his bag. In 2014, he won Golden Boy, so journalists were touting him as the current best young talent in Europe at the time. He is also making pots/poty lists and such. Obviously his stock went up like crazy then. Liverpool were also being very flexible with him and providing rest/vacation time and such to prevent him from getting exhausted, etc etc aka they were glazing Sterling and clearly wanted him to stay badly. Early 2015 and Liverpool were offering Sterling an insane contract rumored to be £100k+ / week but Rodgers also said Liverpool aren’t going to rain money on him. Sterling notoriously dragged his feet on signing and fans began to boo him at matches bc the contract negotiations were being dragged out ostensibly bc of money. Sterling and his team at this point begin to give interviews talking about turning the contract down, saying at first it isn’t about money, then saying he’s not staying at the club for any amount of money…meanwhile Rodgers is pissed bc why is their player saying anything independently of the club to the BBC. Very messy. Then the bids start coming in from City and Sterling asks not to go on the summer tour with Liverpool and misses trainings, and former players and pundits are not having this. Lots of disappointment and feelings of abandonment. Ultimately Sterling became the most expensive English player ever at the time upon his transfer to City the summer of 2015. He went from making £35k/week on his current contract at Liverpool (Liverpool were offering him £100k/week to stay) to £150k/week on the 2015-2019 contract at City. Again, this is as a 20 year old winger coming off ~3 seasons of first team at Liverpool with rough generous estimate ~15 goal contributions in the prem for his time in the first team. no european experience bc Liverpool weren’t good at the time. bag chaser 🤷🏼‍♀️

I am not saying Sterling was not a good footballer - he was quick, a good dribbler, and could always pose a threat (still can on brilliant singular occasions). Like obviously he was an extreme talent bc Liverpool were willing to pay exorbitant amounts (for our club’s standards) to keep him. Sterling has always been inconsistent though. But he shone at City and fwiw they can keep him lol in my opinion he doesn’t have much of a legacy at Liverpool. That era was about SAS first and foremost - Sturridge and Suarez - with Sterling and Coutinho for support, but yes Sterling was important. He’s no legend but he matters.

I also recognize that I don’t think Sterling has been surrounded by the right people during his career. Many young players get preyed upon and misled and mismanaged. And really maybe Liverpool just didn’t matter to Sterling that much in the end. Which then…good riddance lol. He’ll always be a rat to me and if you feel differently that’s fine.

And since he’s come to chelsea and really began his tour of the big 6 clubs in earnest, he’s been a shadow of his former self. Landing at arsenal is strange and surely undesired by Arsenal fans but who knows what Arteta is cooking. Me personally, idcccccc

[rainkays]

ABIGAIL OC | LOTTIE MORGAN !

SHE/HER, 29. 📍SEATTLE, WA. ENFP. CANCER.

“do you like the way the water tastes….?”

CHARLOTTE “LOTTIE” MORGAN childhood best friend of joey and former guitar technician turned private investigator. lottie was a private eye for hire, and as soon as she crossed paths with joey in their adult years, lambert knew they were a match made in heaven. the two women watched each others backs, and lottie stayed at joey’s side during her recovery and every moment after. she soon found herself gravitating towards peter when their team was assembled to retrieve abigail, working on mission recon with him as joey and frank remained their lookouts.

HER CHILDHOOD was one of loneliness and anger. her mother absent, father an abusive alcoholic. she spent her teenage years working double shifts at shitty hole in the wall restaurants in her hometown, moving out when she was only 16 to work as a guitar tech. the roadie life was nice for a while, but she knew it wasn’t going to be her forever. her rekindled friendship with joey meant the start of her investigative work and introduction to the rest of her crew.

THE CREW became a family to lottie, nights at the bar with sammy and peter spent scouting their newest assignment, and waiting on rooftops for the perfect photo with joey. she couldn’t deny the tension in the air every time she was left alone with peter, or the fact that lambert so conveniently assigned them on stakeouts together where they talked for hours on end.

RELATIONSHIPS! lottie quickly became an older sister to sammy, keeping her company when they were working late nights, and playing card games with her in shitty motel rooms when they were traveling. as much as she wanted to hate him, she found herself getting along with frank. he was abrasive, sure, but that was the sort of attitude they needed from time to time. peter wasn’t the biggest fan of frank, so lottie always laughed quietly to herself whenever he confidently cut in on their conversations. she never missed an opportunity to challenge peter to a drinking game, one that she almost always lost, but never failed to amuse her.

DETAILS! lottie spent late night after late night seated criss cross on motel beds with sammy watching re runs of old horror movies, nosferatu one of their favorites. she often found herself perched on grimy benches outside of hole in the wall restaurants with peter. the rest of the crew took every opportunity they could to tease the pair, the two of them laughing it off as lottie threw her legs over his, perched on the couch as sammy mixed up drinks for the group.

NOTES! hi guys <33 after the longest time cooking her up, im so excited to be bringing u all my abigail oc!! shoutout to @endofradio for the inspo & getting me to rewatch abigail (again) !! there will definitely be more of lottie coming very soon & im currently working on a one shot ft her and peter <3 might explore a lottie x frank OR lottie x joey relationship at some point too so thank u so so much for all the love !!

[seperis]

game of god, snippet from chapter 26

Someone sounded like they were having a bad day on Twitter showed up in my mentions and was wishing for another chapter. I can’t do that, but I can do this, so: snippet from Chapter 26.

When you’re ready, you will turn to look upon it waiting for you on the shore, believing you powerless before it, and you will pick up your sword

*****

Castiel assists Chess, Kurt, and Lois with the transfer of the patients to the third floor, where the largest of the rooms that Nate helped repair has been prepared for their care.  Ichabod's resources are limited, but everything that could be done was done, and fortunately, they'd been able to scavenge a great deal from the remains of the town's former hospital, including equipment that until this week had been in storage.

Despite the powerful sedatives that were used to induce sleep, all three are restless, only marginally aware of their caretakers, just enough to fight them, their full attention on whatever it is that haunts their minds. 

After the patients' new restraints are secured, Dolores and Sree check the patients a final time while Valli introduces him to Sasha, a young African-American woman from among the refugees who was in her junior year in college for a nursing degree when Kansas was zoned.  Just as importantly, she's familiar with what they're doing; her mother was a registered nurse who specialized in this type of long-term care and she volunteered at her mother's hospital throughout her teens and did an internship there after her sophomore year due to her exemplary academic performance.

"She's been with Lewis at the YMCA," Valli says as he takes Sasha's confidently extended hand, relieved when she shakes firmly with a smile that only flickers with nothing more ominous than surprise (and also doesn’t jerk away, very encouraging).  "If you want to tell her how great Ichabod is--you know, during regular times--do that; we're trying to keep her."  Seeing Dolores beckon, Valli excuses herself. Sasha laughs, smoothing down her immaculate scrubs, dark hair expertly pinned under a surgical cap like the rest of the medical staff.  "It's nice to finally meet you, Castiel," she says, and he can hear the light edge of a very familiar Southern drawl barely flattened by linguistic exile in the Midwest.  "I've heard a lot about you." "It was only one Hellhound," he says, and her mouth twitches  "You're originally from Georgia?" 

Her smile widens. "How'd you guess?  My accent?" He nods.  "Most people in the Midwest can't tell the difference. Been to Georgia recently?" "I lived there for almost two years," he answers, matching her drawl from memory, and she laughs in delight. "South of Atlanta." "Athens," she says, checking on the medical staff as they finish final preparations.  "Kansas State offered me a better scholarship than UG, so here I am."

He nods; it might have also saved her life.  Atlanta had been a surprise (at least, to those not gifted with clairvoyance); Croatoan was identified in sixteen hospitals almost simultaneously and by then, it was already too late.  Using Alicia's experience as a timeline, there's a very good chance that her hospital was test run for Croat infection and probably identified the inherent weakness of infecting people (infants) who wouldn't leave the hospital for at least twenty four hours (or forty-eight if they had excellent insurance).  It also probably told them exactly how long it would take for local and Federal response to the situation and exactly how it would be handled; that would be very useful information indeed.

"I have to admit," she says lightly, "staying and finishing my nursing degree here--unofficially--is tempting." Reading for tone, Castiel suspects her current town of residence is not to her taste.  "Ichabod is very pleasant," he agrees, remembering his responsibilities.  "But if you are at all fond of killing monsters as well as medicine, Chitaqua would also be an excellent choice.  We will be recruiting for a new class once Amanda is done with this one--" "Are you trying to steal the girl I'm trying to steal?" Dolores demands with a scowl that doesn't reach her eyes, and Sasha starts to giggle.  "At least wait until I finish her education, how about that?" "I suppose that's fair," he admits. "Are you ready?"

"Just about. Sasha, do me a favor and double check us; I want your approval before we start." "Got it," she says with a nod to Castiel, and with Valli in attendance, verifies the IVs as well as the patients.  Dolores, he sees, has a stapled stack of papers, the front page a checklist.

"Dummy's guide to long term care," Dolores explains. "She couldn't write up an entire manual, but she got us pointed in the right direction; she'll be in charge here. I gave her a crash-course on the drugs we're using, but her internship was a godsend; the hospital actually did two of these, and her mentor not only worked both, but let her scrub in and lectured before and after. She has all her notes at her place, plus books; I already promised to send a battalion to take her to get them when this is over."

"I'll take her myself if possible," Castiel offers. "I'll consider this a request to Chitaqua; I don't think Dean will object.  Will there be any problems with the town?  If she's their only medical professional--"

"She's not," Dolores interrupts, and something in her voice reminds him of the tone in Sasha's.  "Practicing there, anyway." "Okay, we're a-go," Sasha says.

"Cas, check the restraints one more time," Dolores says.  "Sasha, I want you and Valli to observe administration; I'll be doing it when I can, but I want both of you available in a pinch. Come over here so you can see what we're working with." Castiel verifies the restraints; their struggles are already more determined.  As Dolores goes to Beretta, needle in hand, Castiel looks into the drugged, frightened eyes.  Instinctively, he reaches for one clenched fist, wrapping it in his own hand, trying to warm the cold fingers, offer comfort. Their awareness is so fragmented, he's not sure they know anything but whatever horror chases them through their minds. Even if they could understand, he can't even promise this will be better.

Abruptly, her glazed eyes clear and the chilly fingers move; loosening his grip, he feels her fingers fumble briefly before he realizes what she wants and gently, carefully, laces them between his own, squeezing. 

"Do you understand me?" he whispers.

She licks dry, chapped lips, and he sees a barely there nod.  For this moment, she can think, and he realizes he has no idea what to tell her, how to ease her terror.

"I am Castiel," he tells her.  "You are being manipulated by a geas--a kind of compulsion." He searches her face. "Does it chase you still?" Her eyes widen, and she nods again, her grip tightening brutally around his fingers, grinding bone against bone; he doesn't care.

"We are trying to make it stop." How is it, that when he finally understands the value of comfort, he can't give it?  If he were an angel, he could-- *Please. Give me something for them; whatever will give them peace, I'll take it.  Whatever will help them, I will say it.** 

"You are going to go to sleep now," he starts helplessly, then stops.  "The next time you see it, you will run." 

"Whoa," he hears Sasha say, and turning his head, he sees Bushmaster and Beard have stopped struggling, looking at him with the same frightened but aware eyes.

"When you see it, you will run," he repeats.  "You won't stop or look back, not once.  Do you understand me?" They stares at him unblinkingly.

"Before you will be a cliff that overlooks an ocean so vast you cannot see its banks," he continues, forming the outline of rough cliffs, a crescent of white-gold sand lapped by gentle waves.  "Within the ocean is a storm; don't be afraid, for it will protect you." He meets each of their eyes, the image of glass-clear water darkening to deep, churning blue, sky swirling in charcoal and silver shot with lightning.  "When you reach the banks, you will go into the water; there you will be safe. It cannot follow you; it has no power there. You can rest."

Through his mind runs a river painted robin's egg blue, shallow and peaceful and a monstrous lie; what it offers is not and will never be peace.  "When you are rested, look upon the shores; you will see what chases you waiting there.  It cannot reach you there.” He can see the shore, the shimmering golden-brown perfection marred by an oily darkness, formless and haunting.  It chases you; it never, ever stops. "And if you choose, you can fight it.”

It stares at them all from the shores in its thousands of forms, relentless and mindless and cruel, chasing its victims in the inescapable confines of their very minds; you can run and hide and beg and plead, and it will still find you; sometimes, sometimes you can almost forget, and then it chases you again . It will never, ever stop.

What I fear I neither flee before nor beg for mercy; I kill.

"You can fight it," he repeats into a curious silence.  "And you can win." Their attention is a weight all its own, massive, hanging over the entire room; he can no longer feel his fingers in Beretta's tight grip.

"You will not face it unarmed, not this time," he continues.  "Reach beneath the water; there, you will find a sword, and you will know it as you know yourself, for it is yours.  When you’re ready, you will turn to look upon it waiting for you on the shore, believing you powerless before it, and you will pick up your sword."

For a moment, nothing happens, then first Bushmaster, then Beretta and Beard all nod, eyes wide and fixed.

"When you step on the shore, the battle will begin," he whispers. "You will not run from it, not this time;  you will face it, and you will fight it, and you will *win**." He squeezes Beretta's hand and holds the eyes of the other two.  "Now close your eyes.  You must rest before battle."

"Now, hurry," he hears Dolores say as if from a great distance, vaguely aware of them moving around him, but it's only when Dolores touches his shoulder that it occurs to him he should not be in their way.  Standing up, he's startled by his own stagger, the world swaying before his eyes; almost immediately, Dolores is beside him, leading him to another chair. Shaking himself, he straightens and sees Dolores crouching before him, head cocked curiously.

"Are they--" "They're going down now, quiet as lambs," she assures him, cocking her head.  "So…angel of the Lord?" "Once upon a time, long ago and far away," he answers; the momentary tiredness is gone, replaced with a bright energy he can't remember feeling since--ever, come to think. "Why?" "'I will lift up mine eyes unto the mountains, from whence cometh my help'," she quotes from the Jubilee Bible (not his favorite, but some lovely use of language). "I don't understand--" He breaks off. "My Father isn't here." "His son is," she answers, taking his hands with a warm smile.  "Thank you, Castiel of Chitaqua, for your help this day."

[hippolotamus]

Weekend WIP Game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Tagged by the lovely and talented @welcometololaland @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @pirrusstuff @your-catfish-friend Thank you friends 😘

1. WIP List:

Honey when you call my name (Buddie)

you’re where I wanna go (Buddie)

The darkest fairytale (Buddie)

come close (let me be home) (Buddie)

run to the water (and find me there) (Buddie)

With my heart in my lap (Twylexis)

If you like Fashion & Baseball (David/Patrick)

I light the match to taste the heat (Buddie)

printer!Buck (buddie)

Untitled (original work)

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

you're where I wanna go at 18.7k and no end in sight

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Excellent question. I honestly don't know between you're where I wanna go, with my heart in my lap and the original work. Two of them are historical AUs with separated lovers so.... could be a bit

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

TBH whichever one is giving me the least trouble lol Although I've been excited for you're where I wanna go for a really long time (it's over a year in the making) so probably that one. I love researching the details and really leaning into the feels.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

The Darkest Fairytale because it involves magical elements and I've never written anything like that before.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The Darkest Fairytale for the reasons listed above but also the original work. I plan on putting that one out as my first book (!) and that's scary AF.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? All of them. Unless I'm doing a super quick prompt I get at least one other person to beta read all my stuff. Extra eyeballs is never a bad thing.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Of course! So I bounce around to whatever's working for me. And if they're all being stubborn I take that as a sign to rest a bit (even if it's frustrating as hell).

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Hmmmm, I'm not really sure yet. Of course the original work will be 100% OCs so I guess that one. They don't have names yet, or even that many details. The main character is a recently single woman who has always been attached in some way. So she finally has this chance to figure out what she likes and have a bit of fun. And then she meets a younger woman, they have fun together and it starts to turn into more than just a good time. Our MC gets spooked because she doesn't think she's ready or capable of doing that again just yet. Anway, I think they'll be an interesting dynamic to explore.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? Honey when you call my name or I light the match. I guess it depends on your definition of sexy? The former explores Buddie after Eddie witnesses the Buck/Lucy kiss in 5x11. The latter explores Buck having a day he needs to get out of his head and Eddie knowing just how to handle that 😉

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? I think you're where I wanna go or with my heart in my lap for different but kinda similar reasons. In both cases the lovers are separated for years and having to deal with that in their own way as they continue to live their lives without their other half.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? Maybe just because I'm so partial to it but I'm going to say you're where I wanna go. Also because I'll get to explore the personalities of familiar characters across decades of their lives.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? So far come close (let me be home) since it's seen the characters in more detailed locations so far. But honestly I think it'll be a toss up between this one, you're where I wanna go, and with my heart in my lap.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Any of the historical AUs. I need to know that I'm representing the time periods accurately. Even if no one else knows I'll know and it will bother me.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? I'm going to guess the smutty ones because they tend to do best generally. I'll want all of them to do well but it will hurt more for the historical ones if they don't. Mostly because I'm most passionate about them and will want everyone to be as excited as I am 🙃

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Not yet.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? run to the water and the darkest fairytale have the magical elements that I'm not as familiar with. Printer!Buck is going to require a ton of research around old school printing techniques as well.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? None of them are particularly humorous but maybe come close (let me be home). It's a Bridgerton AU so there will be a lot of sniping and antagonizing between Buck and Eddie. And Chim will be a heavily featured character so you know he always brings the jokes to any piece.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Not so far, and I'm not sure if I'll explore that at all.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. run to the water (and find me there) started as a 'message in a bottle' prompt that was just supposed to be a quick little thing. As I was writing my brain said hey, what if Buck was a merperson??? and it's growing to be a whole lot more (because of course it is).

no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves @watchyourbuck @ladydorian05 @buddierights @heartshapedvows and anyone else I regularly tag/who wants to play

[astorythatwritesitself]

Hell why not I’ll roll again: shrios sorry brainrot + Only Poppies Grow Where I Last Saw You

Contemplating this as Halcyon plays, clearly this is supposed to be the angst mines, right?

... anyway this immediately puts me in the mind of my like - one of my little monkey's paw 'Thane Lives' scenarios for post ME3 - man's alive and well, but Adrian's.

Officially. MIA.

Realistically, presumed dead by virtually everyone except like a third of current/former Normandy crew, and Thane is... well, both channeling his grief and doing what he can to confirm things one way or another; he's on Earth, aiding the search for bodies, and perhaps, survivors. The blast from the Catalyst has severely fucked most tech, so it's a long, tricky job. Heartbreaking - but occasionally, almost miraculous, it can be like seeing the dead come back to life.

And yet he does not - cannot - believe the reports from a seaside camp, that they found Commander Shepard washed in with the tide.

That's what the dogtags say, anyway; and while lab tests against prior samples are a bust due to records getting scrambled, they do have both elder Shepards present to test DNA against, and it is a match. And - look, a full on clone couldn't fool Thane, he knows it's her.

Which, great! Cause that makes one of them!

Yeah, while there's a little bit of patchy recall - she recognizes her parents and Joker fairly ok & feels some empty recognition towards her crewmates- it's very quickly apparent that Adrian's lost most of her memory prior to like, her very early 20s. So, you know, very fun times for everyone involved, particularly the guy who's already been half mourning and trying not to totally lose himself in what memories were there - now she's there, but sees him as little more than a stranger. 🙃

And beyond that - the general consensus is, well, try to fix that, right? But there's a few members of the crew (Joker, Ashley & Tali, probably) who are hesitant - and Thane is trying to figure out how to articulate that forcing Adrian to remember would be straight up cruel, and yes it's painful but gods be damned, he loves her and knows what it's like to keep reliving the worst day of your life, if Shepard can finally have some peace, then let her.

Shepard, meanwhile, is like. Mostly focused on physically recovering and re-learning how to walk after having about half her body rebuilt again, and doesn't have any helpful answers regarding the mental part of her recovery. On the one hand: clearly she is Someone Important, these people hanging around seem to Mean Something, and even if she can't remember why... there's that hollow little ache every time she sees them, like taking a step without realizing you're going over an edge (to badly quote lemony snicket lol).

On the other: the bits she's picked up of Shepard's life sound like way more of a burden than she wants to bear. So, she politely yet firmly asks everyone to fuck the hell off for a little while and let her breathe for a few.

It could just end there...

but I'm a sucker lol. The setup lets Thane still be around as Adrian’s recovering, and as she has some time to just. Fucking rest for once without a bajillion nightmares, she decides... yeah, if things return naturally, fine, she'll take it. But if Shepard’s life was half as fucked up as it feels, just learning them as facts without the experience recall, she'd rather let that go.

That doesn't mean she's necessarily letting the people go, though; it becomes a sorta slice of life/recovery fic, Adrian slowly re-learning about the people in her life and how those relationships might or might not change -

But also a strange, sweet little journey with Thane. He remembers plenty of course, and tries to keep his distance at first because yeah he's alright at looking calm but internally his emotions are a wreck... but it's almost like the first time, quick talks that stretch a little longer, not-at-all subtle looks (Adrian may not recall much, but her tastes haven't changed & she's still weak for dark eyes and a cool coat lol); support when some things do start coming back - Akuze does return, a few scattered pieces through the first battle of the Citadel, some elements of Virmire - but relatively muted, compared to how they affected her before.

She never does remember their first courtship, but she likes spending time with Thane after all, especially once she's cleared to start getting some time outside - he's sweet, good to talk to, and she did very much appreciate that he seemed willing from the start to accept if she didn’t want to focus on recovering things. Idk man just increasing Soft moments, and yes it hurts Thane, knowing the Shepard who awoke him is essentially dead... but he's coming at it this time with a different perspective too, no longer expecting to die any time between now and next Tuesday, y’know? It's not like he's quite exactly the same man Shepard left on the Citadel.

So it's different - but maybe a bit of a gift, getting to fall in love all over again and dream of a future together from the very start.

[fairytalesandfandoms]

Well, this has been a bit of a... what I'm calling Big Thoughts Summer, which I guess could be categorised as 'a few significant realisations that could be more conducive to more self-acceptance in certain areas' if you wanted to focus on that angle, but 'Big Thoughts' is shorter and also more reflective of what they actually feel like in my head

Things included thus far in Big Thoughts (mostly concentrated on social media/the internet and my reactions to it):

The whole Nicolas Cage thing and associated 'I am cringe but I am free'

Special interests do make a difference in my head (source: me waking up and not having The Discouraging Ennui, which let me tell you was certainly a pleasant surprise after what, 8 years? And now it feels actually more possible)

would my life really be that horrible and unsatisfying if I don't obsess over 'curating' every aspect of it (this was one that I came across when packing up to move, as I was getting stressed because all the advice I saw was to have a big declutter before packing but I simply did not have time)

and on that note, the emphasis on always getting rid of stuff before you organise what's left. Like, I get the logic behind this, but at the same time one of the major things about unpacking was that I didn't know where things were any more. I still can't find my matches for the candles. But I was like 'I can't organise until I've decluttered! All the books and videos say so!' and then 'BUT I NEED TO ORGANISE wait a minute. Why CAN'T I organise things first if I need to?' Still working on it but I've changed my current focus.

what am I even doing with Goodreads/Storygraph. Can't I just read things and not automatically keep a public record of my reading that I'm inevitably going to worry about people judging

also conflicted about keeping a TBR list. I didn't have a proper one until 2012 when I had Goodreads. My dilemma is that I want to remember which books I was interested in (as well as their publication details) but it's also taken a lot of spontaneity/serendipity out of looking for books as well as giving me a whole new to-do list that can be MASSIVE because when it comes to media my eyes are bigger than my stomach. Similar issue with the giant film and TV Spreadsheet of Doom.

my friends have started a writing group and: writing??? is actually fun??? It gives you a feeling of those 'putting down the train tracks just ahead of you while the train is at top speed' cartoons, but in a positive way? 2014 NaNoWriMo me is like 'sounds fake but okay'

cool as in 'exclusive, implying a hierarchy of taste' is OUT. Cool as in 'what someone thinks is fun and/or interesting' is IN (and yes I know that out/in framing implies the former, but I was trying to get my point across in a memorable, understandable way).

I love to look at people's collection rooms. I can't remember how I got to 'man makes fake video store in his basement' on Pinterest, but I noticed that even though such things might not be the 'aesthetic' I think is most beautiful I still liked them a lot? I also came across pictures of Guillermo del Toro's 'Bleak House' where he stores his horror stuff, and honestly goals (maybe not the horror aspect so much, but in the way it's decorated and arranged.)

[whitesworldofwam]

Dropping a little teaser of the next chapter of Greenwood Fete that will be up on my Patreon in around a week. It's been up for my Patreons for over a week. And the same will he said for Chapter 3. Speaking of, my Patreons and I are still mid creative flow working out and adding details and it's not too late to join in the fun. Do feel free to drop by and check it out.

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'WellI think that is a good time to take a quick break.' Lilli called out those words to the stragglers of the assembled crowd that had already begun to trail off a little bit. 'Feel free to check out the rest of the Fete for a little bit. I'd highly recommend the Chinese Street Food Stall. The Sticky Rice alone is to die for. Our next stint will begin at ten o clock.'

Lili was delighted with the way the crowd dispersed not with disgruntled mutterings but rather a chorus of excited murmurs and whispers only some of which she caught. This was going to be a good day.

This was going to be a terrible day. Morgan kept that thought to herself as she slunk over to join the three ladies who had already gathered around Lili, doing her best to not be noticed. That thought was plastered all over her face in the sour expression of her pursed lips and furrowed brow. An expression that Lili didn't miss as she let her gaze travel across them one by one to linger on Morgan for a prolonged moment that had the prim politician suppressing a squirm.

'Looks like you are all a hit, ladies. And we've already raised just shy of £100, so give yourselves a big pat on the back. As I said, we have sometime until we continue so you can go and shower if you like. I'm sure you'd either like to clean up or cool down a little.'

Morgan couldn't help but notice that last bit was meant for her; being the only one of the ladies both still clean and fully dressed. And what could she do about that, since she hadn't brought a bikini and she definitely wasn't about to go parading about in her smalls for all to see. Morgan, like with everything else in her life, had expensive tastes in lingerie. And they were lingerie, not underwear. Nothing off the rack here or common high street attire. Morgan exclusively patronised a bespoke lingerie company in Saville Row, with a fitting every six months. Her current choice had only been delivered yesterday, a fetchingly matched set of push up bra, thong panties, garter belt with suspenders and a exquisite corset. Which now was looking like a very bad choice indeed. And one reason why she was very very keen to hang onto the protection offered by her no less expensive suit. While she would hate to see anything happen to either, if she had to sacrifice the latter to save the former then so be it.

With many a retort forming on her lips, Morgan kept her silence as she trailed after the other three who were already eagerly heading towards the showers, chatting away like they had been friends for years rather than mere minutes. That was a talent Morgan had never mastered. Her mother, every inch the socialite queen, had schooled her daughter in the art of polite small talk since she was old enough to walk. Yet that ability to make an instant connection was one that still eluded her.

Not that Morgan was looking to become best buddies with anyone here today; and she certainly wasn't thinking about joining anyone in the shower. No, she was more hoping that once out of sight, unnoticed and ignored she might be able to find a moment to slip away unnoticed.

'Well that wasn't so bad. Actually it was kinda fun.' Riilitha smiled mostly to herself as she stepped into the portable shower block that consisted of basically a long oblong of clear perspex enclosed on three sides with the front left open. Mounted along the top were three rainforest shower heads, each connected to long hose that ran to a generator powered pump connected to a fire hydrant from which it both drew and slightly warmed an impressive flow of water. Which left the ladies both wondering how ill had gained access to that particular municipal resource and if the power of the showers was related to how messy they were going to get. Riilitha was pretty sure that it was. 'I haven't gotten that messy in years.'

'Oh yes? Something you want to share, Riilitha?' Tiana replied coyly as she too stepped under the shower, the warm water slicking back the hair her hands smoothed across her head.

'Nothing as exciting as what you might be imagining.' Riilitha smiled back, her once bright orange fur darkened by the water that had almost washed her clean, her paws steadily working the last of the Gunge out of her coat. Something the others didn't have to worry about she reflected, skin and scales having no layers for the Gunge to work its way between. Even Tiana's hair was squeaky clean by now. 'Back in the day, I was part of a local comedic group. We'd do pop up skits and events around the city. Stand up gigs. Mini sitcom scenes. Comedy street theatre as well. And more than a few slapstick scenes. I think I must have set some kind of record for being pied in the face in a public place. At least they didn't know about Gunge or heaven knows what they would have done to me.'

'They didn't, but you did?' Ebony asked that question quite pointedly.

'Of course. I can't believe I was the only one that hadn't watched YCDTOTV. That show is a slapstick classic.'

'So if you'd asked them, they would have said 'I don't know that one?' Ebony a laughed softly.

'I really don't know that one.' Tiana joined in. 'I think I'd remember a show with that odd a title. What's with all this 'I don't know' business.'

'It's short for You Can't Do That On Television.' Riilitha explained. 'Shorter to write anyway, even if not to say. And 'I don't know' was a running gag on the show. Anyone who said it usually had green slime poured over them. It's a shame it wasn't the kind of show you could apply to appear on or I'd have been there in a heartbeat.'

'Well..If we are sharing stories, I might be the only one here to have been gunged on television.' Ebony had a feeling there was something Riilitha wasn't saying, long experience helping her recognise the telltale signs from the tigress that she was holding something back. She, like all dragons of her line, didn't like to advertise all the subtle pheromone cues they picked up from humans and an anthros of all kinds, seeing that as a great invasion of privacy. Of course she couldn't help knowing what she knew. She would just never press on it, except in very exceptional circumstances. A restraint that had been tested when she adopted her son, her keen senses offering her a window into his private thoughts, doubts and pressures. Tempting as it was to seek to assist with any little problem, she made a point of waiting until he approached her for help. 'On Get Your Own Back, no less. Which you can thank my darling son for.'

'Wait so he set you up to be gunged?' Tiana asked with a surprised stare.

'No no.' Ebony paused the soft running of her paws over her horns. 'Quite the reverse. I brought him along to be gunged by me and his adorable girlfriend as 'punishment' for him fantasising about doing the same to us. Of course we all got gunged along the way. I think he really enjoyed watching the both of us getting thrown in the Gunk Dunk before he was thrown in with us.'

'I'll bet he did.' Tiana said with a smile.

[elijahsjungs]

the insider— elijah young

Welcome to Coolsville, the best little small town in Ohio.

…except for right now, but that’s not really ELIJAH YOUNG’S ( MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING ) fault, is it? Known as the INSIDER around town, HE is just your friendly neighborhood DEPUTY SHERIFF. Sure he can be BRUSQUE and SCATTERBRAINED, but he can also be DEPENDABLE and EARNEST just like any other 23 year old. That doesn’t mean he has anything to do with our string of recent chilling events, though… right? 

book currently sitting at the bottom of his jansport: normal people by sally rooney ( he thinks he’s a man of taste, it’s the latest book gabby’s left on the passenger side seat )  superlative(s): best eyes, tallest in class, most likely to sleep through an earthquake current quote: candid pics? no, take cryptid pics of me. make me as blurry as possible. my eyes glow. i’m in places i can’t logically be in. tv parallels: kronk ( the emperor’s new groove ), guillermo ( what we do in the shadows ), ruthie ( shrill ), stan ( good girls...before it went to shit ), a sprinkle of parrish ( teen wolf ), a dash of james mcguire ( derry girls ), jake peralta ( brooklyn 99 ), jim ( the office ) current brands he's loving: he doesn’t fucking know, the gap? dickies?

full name: elijah nathaniel young age: twenty-three ( born december 20th, 1998 ) zodiac: sagittarius and that’s all he knows...ask his sister about the rest occupation & goals: deputy sheriff...reluctantly & well, he wanted to be a firefighter but that didn’t happen so idk, it’s not like he wants to make chief. 

001. Eli Young was one half of a matching set, but you’d never hear him complain about it; if anyone had been there for him throughout the rollercoaster that was life, it was his twin. He thinks the two of them spent most of their childhood stranded on an island in the middle of the turbulent sea that was their home. To hear their mother tell it, their parents fought hard but loved harder— she’d told her children that those were two sides of the same coin, but Eli never thought it made much sense.

002. Still, he’d always feared that he could be just as angry, just as volatile as his mother and father had been. Elijah had felt it building beneath his skin when someone had yanked his sister’s hair or when that one bully had shoved him a little too hard during recess. He knew what he could be, and he knew it wasn’t the person he wanted to become— but it wasn’t always easy. For all of elementary and most of middle school, the people that would push Elijah would be pushed back twice as hard. 

003. All the same, everyone needs outlets, right? He’d picked up a string of them: played the drums in a band once, lost interest and then moved on to bass; volleyball didn’t manage to keep his interest and neither did swimming, but he’d try anything once. The only consistent roles in his life were ‘son of the chief deputy,’ ‘the taller twin,’ and ‘that one kid all the grandmas like’. Elijah hated the former but took the latter in stride, he’d wanted to be that kid more than anything else. 

004. In high school he joins the track team, because testosterone is at its highest, and he can’t find a better way to let off steam ( he’d never really liked football all that much ). He runs in the mornings before the sun is out, and is always the last to leave the field after practice— he’d probably been trying to spend as much time away from home as possible. It was obvious that his father wanted him to join the Sheriff’s Department as soon as he was able but Elijah didn’t even like cops.

005. That was a common thing in the Young home, with their father complaining about how unappreciated he was as a cop, and Elijah holding his tongue in response. Sometimes Eli thought the man did it on purpose, bringing up random points he knew would make his son uncomfortable. If his father wanted to make him feel bad about his constitution, it worked ( for the most part ), but Eli would just as quickly turn around and complain about the expectations hanging in the home.

006. He ran his mouth like the best of them, but sometimes it was all he did; that was cowardice for ya. Elijah would say he’d never join the force; he didn’t want to be like his father, or his uncles or their fathers or anyone else for that matter. And yet he found himself taking the test ( for formalities really, when your dad is chief, you get the job ). Next thing you know, he’s on the same trajectory as his father had been, and still was. Every day he puts on his uniform he feels like he’s drowning.

007. One silver lining is that Elijah’s always been a helper, that kid all the grandmas like. As a deputy, he’s given all those inconsequential calls, non-emergency situations where he spends half of the time rectifying the issue and the other half making conversation. He’s a people person at his core, and that part of the job doesn’t make it so bad. But he sure as hell isn’t making a difference and he sure as hell wishes he were making idle conversation over something else. 

008. Must be why he acts out at work, pushing against ‘efforts’ made when a girl goes missing because it’s not enough, he knows it isn’t. Elijah sees firsthand how his colleagues work through this case with lethargy and tunnel vision; he sees how they’ve exhausted their efforts after the first forty-eight hours. He knows the statistics, ( they’ve been drilled into this skull ), but it doesn’t even feel like they’re trying anymore, why arrest some girl who doesn’t know any more than they do?

009. Some decisions in life make themselves, and some come running right at you. He’d been pouring over the case files on his own before that group came barreling into the Sheriff’s Office, some familiar faces but none he’d thought would hang with one another just because ( he’d had eyes and ears in high school, like everyone else ). Seriously, the mayor’s daughter coming to bail out that other girl that somehow became their prime suspect? How did that even happen? 

010. What happens after could cost him his job, but then again, he’s not all that attached to it. For once he’s the last one in the office, slipping the case file into his Jansport before cutting off the lights. He’s fond of those inconsequential non-emergencies, but in doing this he feels like he’s actually doing something important— more than his father and everyone else is doing anyhow. Whatever happens after, it was probably meant to be. He’d needed a new outlet anyhow.

&&. he’s got a ton of those enamel pins on the lapels of his deputy uniform, because he stands for all of that and also because he wants to rile up the old assholes in the office: a pride flag, a blm flag and his favorite, which stands for nothing at all, the kermit pin.

&&. the man is a collector and he’s been collecting those sappy novels on the low— blame his sister for leaving that one jodi picoult novel in his car ( he read it as a joke until it wasn’t )…and gabby kept leaving books after and he thinks she’s just going and doing it on purpose now.

&&. he’s gone to all the little hole in the wall places and posted about their shitty food. and he’s consistently going to the pub and trying out their even shittier food and blasting them on the internet because they never learn…everyone knows he runs this blog but he won't ‘come clean’.

&&. he’s got a lot of snacks in his Jansport, and a tool box because you really never know. you gotta be prepared for anything? even though he’s sitting on his ass most of the time, but you just really never know. especially now that he’s running with pseudo-vigilantes. 

[starshipsofstarlord]

Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader smut? Basically she and Bucky have been together for some time and maybe it’d be a little angst where the two are talking about the future and Bucky not thinking he can ever have a normal future? Which would result in soft smut and later reader being revealed as pregnant so Bucky finally gets his family

I’m Home

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | based on the request ^^

Warnings | angst, smut, oral sex (m receiving), fluff, pregnancy, mentions of death

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

The Wilson’s boat rocked sturdily upon the water, swaying as the boats worked aboard. Your hand held the weight of a silver spanner, twirling it in your fist as though it were a knife, thinking of the long road ahead of you. Sam had the shield now, that was a good start, but still, there was a ways to go until the world recognised him as the captain that he was meant to be.

There was so much destruction ongoing in the world, what with the flag smashers, and whomever the power broker was, and surely, you knew on the shallow surface, that there would be masses more problems to arise. It was exhausting, to know that there was no end to the war on earth, and that you were surely going to be fighting the threats until you could no more.

Bucky felt the same; he had just gone from one war to another, losing everyone that he cared about along the way. Steve had given everything up to finally find peace, and yet, the two did not share the same opportunity. An escape was never laid at your feet, instead, the pair of you were trapped in the cycle of cruelty, being blended around in a shredder by reality.

“Hey.” A voice confiscated you from the lonesome containment of your thoughts; it was Sam’s hosting sister, Sarah. I’m her own way, though you doubted that she would never admit such a thing, she was a hero. She had become a widow, and not to mention she remained a stable mother to keep her boys afloat, as well as nurturing half the kids that lived within close proximity.

“Hi Sarah.” You put the tool down, giving her your ample attention as you stood, tugging your fingers into the loops of your jeans as you stepped out of the boat, and onto the dock. “Anything I can help with?” It hadn’t passed your attention that Sam and Bucky had disappeared, but not into ash like last time. Instead, they had walked off in the direction of the house, most likely meddling about with a ball, in the back yard with Jim and Jody.

“I just came to let you know I’ve made the sofa up for you and Bucky. Are you sure you’ll be all good, I could always kick Sam outta his bed and make him sleep on the living room floor?” The two of you had nightmares, if you were to be separated from him for even a night, it was certain that the pair of you would greatly suffer. That was something you didn’t want to burden any of the Wilson’s with, screaming in the middle of the night because flashes from your past struck an unconscious nerve.

“All good, and thank you Sarah. You didn’t have to let us stay here, we both appreciate it, a hell of a lot.” One thing that you had learnt throughout your years was to show gratitude. The smallest amount shared had the ability to spring up moods, and had even set you on a much more heroic path than the one that you had been originally been placed upon.

“You’ve earned your stay.” Sam’s sister shrugged with modesty, acknowledging the help that you and Bucky had not only given to Sam, but to her family’s legacy. The two of you had aided with fixing the old wreckage that had now returned to the form of a boat, keeping it afloat rather than permitting it to sink from the quarrels that Sam had with himself regarding fixing the damned yet meaningful port of transport.

“This life you have, it’s great. I get it’s not easy, but it’s beautiful. You have two wonderful kids, that you’ve done such a great job raising, and not to mention, these community that you have is so loving and kind, even to us outsiders.” The pair of you had paused outside of her front door, speaking. “Sam is lucky to have you, he truly is.”

“Well, maybe one day this life could be something similar to what you’ll have.” The sister of your friend smiled, though your mirroring expression retracted. In a stumble of thought, you shook your head, not believing that possibility. This all was... perfect. That was something that you had never had, nor would you think that you’d ever be permitted such a peaceful lifestyle.

“I don’t think that would work out.” You sincerely mumbled, feeling the sad swelling in your chest at the prospect of all the luxuries that life had denied both you and Bucky of. It wasn’t fair all the same, but the two of you were used to being denied human rights, let alone the simplicity of nothing more than a life together. “As nice as it sounds, me and Buck aren’t really cut out for all this I suppose.”

“The world does not choose who can and cannot have a family, there’s always a way. Just because you haven’t had the most ideal line of story does not at all mean that you can’t make it work, from as much as i know, you two deserve a life together, that doesn’t include being shot at, or shooting at other people. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta go for it, and hope for the best.” She gave you a final nod, before heading inside, and you trailed after her into her her residency.

The two of you went your separate ways, and there, you saw Bucky, sat up on the sofa, his hands clasped together as his eyes stared towards the tan bag, that concealed not the shape, but the Stars and Stripes of the infamous shield. It was much a relief that it was no longer in Walker’s toxic clutch, however its presence, among other things, were taking a clear toll on your boyfriend.

“You ever feel like we’re stuck?” The air was tense around you both as he spoke solemnly, it diverting to match the mood of his question. “Like we’re us, and I love us, but it makes me think that it’s it. Just me and you, on this path for the rest of our lives, never getting a compensated break, nor an average person’s future. I want this, what these people here have, not the combat that is aided by this metal arm, or the associations that stick to us like life lines.”

“All the time, it’s on my mind James.” With a sigh, you came to sit beside him on the couch, resting your head against his bionic shoulder. “I ever wonder if there’s a timeline of you and me where there’s none of this ruckus, we just have a nice little house in a quiet and accepting place, and maybe a kid or two in the future.”

“I’d give anything up for that.” He looked at you, almost wide eyed, as his hand slithered down onto your knee cap, rubbing small circles as he wore a blunt and endearing smile upon his infatuating lips. “I mean that Buck, that sounds...”

“Perfect?” He asked, leaning closer as he grabs your chin with his wondrous fingers, his nose brushing alongside your own as his puckered lips fell upon yours, earning a small hun of content from within you. “Because you’re perfect to me, and no matter what life we are encased in, I want to share it with you. I want stare at the night sky and watch the moonlight illuminate the side of your face, and the stars reflect in your entrapping eyes, that I want to look into like a medium’s orbs forever, because that is how I will see the future that I ever so hope for.”

“How long have you been working on that one Barnes, because you are usually not that smooth?” A small laugh erupted from your mouth, but you were quickly silenced as you felt a cold metal hand slither up and beneath the back of your tank top, rubbing along the seam of your spine, as his lips ran down the column of your throat, evoking small and delicate whimpers out of you.

“Shut up doll, because I really want to fuck you now, and those words leaving your mouth are making it kinda hard to concentrate.” A furrow imbedded between his brows, as you tilted your head at him, a smirk proclaiming your expression as you pulled the material over your head, and reached behind yourself to unclip the back of your bra.

“Kinda hard to concentrate, hun?” You asked nonchalantly as his gaze zeroed in on your bare breasts, his hands smoothing along your ribcage as he adjusted his grip of you so that he was palming at your breasts, and squeezing the nipples. “I want you in me baby, I’ve practically gone days without you inside of me.” Licking your lips, you reached down to palm your beloved through his layers, earning a positive groan from the former assassin.

“Hours, you mean. I fingered you on the road trip here.” Yes, that was true, however, it was only his fingers, not even the metal ones, and whilst you loved what they alone could do, he had to be discreet as you were sat on the back of the truck, which had carried the primary parts for the Wilson’s family boat. If you were to scream out, they’d have surely thought that you’d fallen off the back of the truck and pull over, or if they had much sense, they’d have noticed that there was more going on than two passengers sat side by side on the journey to their small neighbourhood by the docks,

“You heard me Barnes, otherwise I’m sure Sam wouldn’t have any problem if I came to his room in this state of undress that I am currently portraying.” Growling was never Bucky’s fortes, however the sound aggressively ripped through the tunnel of his throat, as he threw off his grey top, quickly unfastening his belt, as he awaited for you to strip the rest of your clothing before him.

But rather than doing so, as he stood before you, your hand had trouble resisting the sight of his cock that had bobbed to attention, and thus, you wrapped it around his toned flesh, giving it a couple jerks that had his head reeling back, before you tongued his tip, moaning to yourself at the taste of him invading your sensitive taste buds. “Love your cock.”

As soon as you said that, Bucky gently gathered your head in a ponytail so that it was free from bombarding your face, and groaned as quiet as he could as you sucked him in your mouth, running your tongue up the side of his shaft. “Is that a part of your dream world baby doll, the sight of my cock throbbing to be inching down that perfect little throat of yours?”

To answer him, you pressed your head down deeper, humming around him as your eyes ogled up at the sight of your super soldier, who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, and attuned to the sight of you. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, as you lightly gagged around him, pulling off him, and squeezing his balls, before running your hungry tongue along the middle of his sack.

“Always. It would be a dream if you made love to me right here and now though, I’m not sure I can wait any longer James.” Bucky took a long inhale, before ravishingly pulling down your jeans and panties in one go, and tossing you so that he was below your form, and you hovered over him, toying with his erect cock. “I love you so much Bucky, and I’m scared of what’s to come. I have a feeling that there’s gonna be a fight.”

“There’s always a fight doll face.” He rubbed his thumb soothingly across your jaw, pulling your hips down closer so that you were rubbing your slick folds against his standing cock. “But this is what we’re fighting for, the rest of our lives together. I’d be damned, one day after this, and if I were to die, I’d be a happy man. There’d be the memory of you to keep me forever happy in the afterlife, and not to mention, there’d be no more wars for me to participate in.”

“I’m not going to let you die Buck, even hypothetically. We saw how your little hypothetical synopsis went last time.” Tapping his cock against your clit, a breathy sound evicted from your lips, as you stared down at the two of you intimately touching, the sight alone making you more turned on and impatient. “No one is allowed to kill you, otherwise I’ll unleash hell on all their flag smashing asses.”

Giving him one last stroke, you guided his tip towards your entrance, removing your hand once you had him situated, so that you could rest it upon his sturdy shoulder, and sink down on him, the feeling of him stretching you being the most euphoric sensation that you had ever endured. Hushed moans ceased from the both of you, as Bucky’s hands gripped your ass cheeks, only adding to all of the pleasure that was erupting within you.

“Think your pussy is gonna kill me before anyone else does; your so tight.” His pitch had rose, as your fingertips danced along the left side of his handsome face, invisibly connecting the dots of his beauty marks. You allowed the pair of you to adjust for a simple moment, before you began to raise your hips, sliding up his super soldier rod, only to slide down it again.

The actions were repeated, as your own hands trailed down his warm skin, to drag down the golden lines of his vibranium arm, only to bring the weapon to your mouth, and kiss every black finger up, as you tried your best to muffle the moans that were hoping to reap free. “So fucking big, I love you and your cock.” You muttered, your sight turning blurry as Bucky realised that it was his turn to do the work, and thus, he thrusted up into you, making echoing sounds of your skin slapping together reverberate around the room.

“Love you more.” He gritted his teeth, pulling his metallic hand away from your numb lips, so that he could swirl the elegant digits around your clit, the action provoking whimpers to rapidly surpass your exterior, as you bit harshly onto your own lip, and screwed your eyes shut. “Cum for me doll, want you to cover my hard cock in everything you have. Come on baby, you can do it.”

Without much thought, as your mind was too scrambled to do so, you reached for Bucky’s spare hand, pulling it to your mouth as you sucked on his fingers as though you were blowing him. A low moan that was dialled down from the presence of his flesh digits, ran from your mouth, as you began to bounce your hips, chasing and eventually reaching your high. You came around him, pushing him too over the edge, his seed filling your walls, as you collapsed atop of him, huffing from exhaustion as you removed his salivated hand from the realms of your mouth, resting your head against his panting chest.

Stringed sighs fell from Bucky’s breath as he tried to catch his own breath. His hands rubbed your back, not only to comfort you, but also to subconsciously pull you closer against him, and his softening cock that was still inside you, and was keeping his cum plugged within your tender and pulsating walls. If life was easier, there’d be more time for this, and that, but for now, it was just every now and then. Maybe you’d win this fight and survive until the next one, but maybe, you’d lose and never battle again.

Life was precious, that was something that you had not only learned as an avenger, but also something that had been told to you by Isiah. That man thought that you deserved a normal life, no fighting, no super soldiers. He himself was the biggest yet silent critic of those with additional strength, but his opinion was never going to sway you, not as you stared out into Sarah’s backyard, and watched the man that you loved play with the boys.

They had the shield, and were whisking it through the air like a frisbee; dangerous, yes, but again, life could only amount to so much without an ounce of pain. A content and satisfied smile absorbed any pain on your face, you were enraptured with the sight of Bucky like this, he was like an uncle to these two kids. He was no captain America, that was for sure, but you didn’t want a man in Stars and Stripes, all you wanted was him to be at peace, and it was a fact unbeknownst to him, that you had made such an alternative to that.

“Still want all this?” Sarah emerged, a cheap yet formidable bottle of wine pursed in her hand, as she held two clear and tall glasses in her hand. You hummed, watching as she poured the thin red consistency into one glass, but as she went to fill the other, you held out your hand, shaking your head. The woman was confused, last time you had visited, and were entangled on her sofa with the limbs of your boyfriend and a shaggy old blanket, you had kindly accepted her offer.

“Sure do.” You sighed, staring out into the green abyss where Jim was hanging from Bucky’s arm like it were a branch. “How do you do this, this whole mother thing? I’ve never been able to wrap my head around how you make it look so easy, it’s just, you do such a good job.” Your palms rested flat on your thighs as you laughed at Sam ordering Jody to jump on Bucky’s back, as he fell down in faux defeat.

“It never is easy y/n.” She placed the open bottle down, along with the mismatched glasses, that were asymmetrical considering one was half filled and the other wallowed in emptiness. “But every step of difficulty is worth it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss their father, but they’re my priority. For Jim and Jody, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, and you’d understand that if you ever opened yourself up to giving your life of heroism up to have all this.”

“I might have to.” Twiddling with your fingers, glancing up at your boyfriend, realising that he was in fact not looking over, you clasped your intwined hands over your stomach, smiling softly to yourself. “And maybe not having another option is the best option for me and Buck, because we don’t have to fight with ourselves over being included in our duties, we have new ones.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sarah asked, resting her nurturing hand upon the tile of your shoulder, prompting you to turn your face towards her. There was a conflict in your eyes, it was something that she recognised her younger self having once worn. It was the idea of putting everything aside, all for a child, everything that she had ever known, so that she could put her baby boy first. “Does Bucky know?”

“He will.” You shifted your head down, unsure of yourself. This had been what you had wanted, and whilst you still envied Sarah for the role she had, you were hurt. A part of you wanted to be an avenger until you were nothing but a soul drifting in the abyss of non existence, another didn’t want to let the knowledge of being a carrier for a new future crumble you. “I just need a moment to tell him.”

“I’ve got it.” She sent you a wink, picking up the items she had brought out, before she called on Sam and the kids to come inside. Sarah had gifted you the opportunity of revealing the truth to your partner with no one else around; you appreciated that. As he stalked closer, you met him halfway, sinking into his arms as he hugged you.

“Looked like you were having fun with the boys.” You verbally noted, loving the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. “You’re amazing Bucky Barnes, to me and to everyone. I just, don’t want you to freak out on me, I have something big, really big, to tell you, and-“

“Baby, I know.” He smiled, pulling back so that he could look you in the face. “I have super human senses, I heard their little heart beat for the first time yesterday. We’re having a baby, and I couldn’t be happier about it. In fact, I want to ask you if you’ll accept my question of making Sam the godfather.” You nodded, tears standing in your eyes, as you brought the man down for a kiss.

“Yes. But I’m not sure that he’ll be praising us for making a baby when we technically created him or her on the couch inside.” Bucky shook his head at you, kissing your forehead before walking inside with you, preparing to tell the Wilson family, that had along the way became your own, the good news- well, not the sofa bit.

[starryhyuck]

thin walls. (m)

pairing: softdom!jaemin x sub!reader

words: 1.8k+

summary: you try your best to keep quiet since you know jaemin’s room is right next to yours. turns out you’re not as quiet as you think.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!jaemin, bestfriend!jaemin, roommate!jaemin, oral sex, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

“Isn’t it weird?”

“Is what weird?”

You’re having your weekly video call with Donghyuck and Renjun, the latter actually paying attention to your conversation while the former furiously clicks away on his keyboard.

“We’ve been quarantining for almost a year now. You haven’t gotten any dick in months and your roommate is like the hottest guy we know,” Renjun clarifies, raising an eyebrow. You both ignore the sound of Donghyuck grumbling loudly as he loses another game.

You roll your eyes. “And you’re so concerned about my sex life because?”

“Because clearly, neither me or Donghyuck have one. I’m living vicariously through you.”

That gets Donghyuck’s attention. “For your information, I am supporting many lovely women through OnlyFans. It’s only Renjun that has difficulties with sexual partners.”

Renjun scoffs. “I could have anyone on their knees for me, and we all know it.”

There’s a knock on your door and you take an earbud out when Jaemin pops his head in. He looks like a mess — his hair springing up in different places and eyes puffy. You frown at his disheveled state.

“Hey, are you still busy?”

Your fingers move at the speed of lightning, barely registering Renjun’s protest when you quickly leave the meeting. You toss your laptop and earbuds aside to give your best friend your full attention.

He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “If you’re busy, I can come back later.”

“Nope, not busy anymore. Are you okay, Jaem?”

He fully enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He smiles softly at you as he takes a seat on your bed.

“Not feeling too great. Just wanted to see you.”

You ignore the swell in your chest at his confession, worriedly stroking his cheek when you realize how red his eyes are. His hand comes up to play with your fingers, eyes moving in and out of focus.

“What’s wrong?” You finally ask.

He shrugs. “Didn’t do so well on my test today. Feeling a little hopeless.”

Your frown grows deeper. You move closer to him, wanting to soothe his pain.

“Don’t say that. It’s just one test, you’ll do better on the next one. I’ll help you! We can make flash cards and create some trivia games to help you remember.”

He chuckles, eyes still staring down at your connected hands.

“You always know what to say. How is that?”

You giggle. “I earned the title of your best friend for a reason.”

“I suppose you did.” His eyes move upwards to lock on you. “Can I stay here? Just for tonight.”

You freeze. You haven’t slept next to Jaemin in months, the two of you only doing so when you were really drunk or really sad. You don’t even remember what it’s like to fall asleep in your best friend’s arms.

“Sure.”

And you two fall into a quiet rhythm, Jaemin’s arms circling around you as he brings your back to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on his steady breaths as you try to fall asleep.

You’re startled when you suddenly feel a pair of lips ghost over your neck, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone.

“J-Jaem?”

He hums in response, not showing any signs of stopping while he continues to pepper kisses on your shoulder.

“Jaem, w-what are you d-doing?”

“I heard you last night.”

You pause. You try to register what he’s saying, which you find is incredibly hard to do when his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your neck. You backtrack to last night, when you were feeling so drowsy but struggled to get to sleep. You don’t remember much, except for the fact that you reached to your nightstand to grab your vibrator-

Oh. Oh fuck.

“Y-You heard that?”

He hums again, moving to suck your neck with vigor. When he finally parts from his masterpiece, he chuckles.

“How could I not? The walls aren’t exactly thin, you know. I hear everything — all your silly commentary when you rewatch your favorite dramas, your weekly conversations with Renjun and Donghyuck, the pretty little noises you make when you turn your vibrator on, and the unmistakable sound of porn you watch when you’re really aroused.”

You feel more than embarrassed, stuttering as you try to offer an explanation. Jaemin chuckles against your ear, biting softly down on the lobe. A whimper tumbles out of your mouth before you realize it.

“I couldn’t sleep last night after listening to you. You made me fail my test, baby.”

“I’m s-sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me eat you out.”

You swear your heart stops. “W-What?”

“I’m hungry. You wouldn’t want me to go to bed on an empty stomach, would you?”

“U-Um, no.”

Before you know it, you’re on your back with Jaemin between your legs. His fingers thumb over the fabric of your pajama shorts and he looks up at you, his eyes glimmering with a question.

You nod. “It’s okay, Jaem.”

With your permission, he slides your shorts down your legs and throws them haphazardly across the room. His gaze darkens at the sight of your lacy panties, which you honestly wore unintentionally today. You’re glad you picked them this morning though, because Jaemin looked like he was about to go insane at the sight.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

And then his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core and you yelp. He’s almost predatory, shoving your underwear aside and diving into your sopping pussy. You moan when his tongue furiously licks your folds, curling in on yourself while he holds you down.

“Jaemin!”

He parts from you briefly and raises an eyebrow. “I think you have another name to call me.”

You’re confused yet again. “W-What?”

He snickers. “Forgot already? I listened to all those dirty videos you were watching, baby. I know all your cute little kinks. Now, I know you have a different name to address me as.”

“J-Jaemin, I-“

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not right.”

You gather all the courage you have inside of you, ignoring the clear embarrassment on your face by the fact that Jaemin has discovered all of your secret fantasies.

“Daddy, please eat me out.”

He smiles mischievously. “Good girl.”

You have no time to dwell on your self-consciousness before he’s sinking a finger inside of you, tongue lapping at your clit. You feel like a dog in heat, warmth spreading throughout your body as you struggle to comprehend the fact that your best friend is currently eating you out like his life depends on it.

“D-Daddy, daddy!” You scream when he slips another finger inside, curling them upwards while he sucks on your clit furiously. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

You cry out when your orgasm sweeps over you in waves, thrashing and whimpering under Jaemin’s hold. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down when the oversensitivity crashes into you, desperately trying to push away from him.

“D-Daddy, no, I-I’m sensitive-“

Jaemin growls and holds you tighter, fingers still drilling into your pussy and mouth wrapped around your sensitive bud. You don’t have time to warn him when your second orgasm comes just as quickly as the first, convulsing around him. You try to gain a sense of strength to push him away before he can launch you into a third, and Jaemin gets the message as he parts from you.

His chin glimmers with evidence of your arousal, fingers slipping into his mouth while he tastes the remnants of your two orgasms.

He pounces on you, lips crashing into yours and you moan. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the fact shoots another spike of arousal to your core.

“What else did they do in that video, baby?” He whispers breathily. “Tell me.”

Your brain is a little fuzzy as you try to remember.

“H-He fucked the girl until she was crying and she took it. Anything to please her d-daddy.”

He smirks. “Is that what I should do to you? Fuck you until you’re crying? Will you do anything to please me?”

You know you trusted Jaemin with your life, so you nod.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

He grins. He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and his cock springs up, already half hard. You gulp at his size, and you’re suddenly reminded of why Renjun calls Jaemin the hottest guy you know. Jaemin’s girth wasn’t exactly a secret in your friend group, many rumors spreading around after Donghyuck discovered how well endowed your roommate actually was.

His fingers grip his base, slowly pumping himself while keeping his eyes locked on you.

“Like what you see, baby? Do you think your pussy is ready to take daddy’s fat cock?”

“Y-Yes, d-daddy. I c-can take your c-cock.”

He chuckles at your response, brushing strands of hair away from your face to fully look at you. His look is almost endearing, and you would swoon any other day if he wasn’t about to fuck you.

He lines himself up to your entrance, pausing for a second.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

You shake your head. “I’m on birth control. We’re fine.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer, pushing into you slowly. You whine at the stretch. You haven’t been taken like this in months, and your vibrator is no match for his huge cock. He coaxes you through the pain, whispering softly in your ear and kissing your neck again to help ease you up.

Once he bottoms out, he waits patiently for your go ahead before moving. You can tell it’s killing him on the inside, brows pushed together as he tries his best not to pound you deep into the mattress.

“P-Please, daddy.”

Jaemin builds a steady pace inside of you, groaning and grunting into your ear as he sinks deeper and deeper. Your mind draws a blank when you struggle to form any coherent words, babbling while he impales you with his cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me. Always so good. Been waiting for this forever, baby. Dreamed so long of having you underneath me like this.”

“Daddy,” you gasp at his unexpected confession, hissing lowly when his fingers circle around your clit. Tears spring up in your eyes from the pleasure.

“Especially all those mornings when you were wearing practically nothing in front of me, you don’t even know how many times I wanted to take you on the kitchen counter.”

You cry when his cock hits you harder and faster.

“But you’re so good for me now, aren’t you, baby? So pretty and perfect for her daddy.”

“Y-Yes, daddy,” you whimper. “I’m all yours. All good for daddy.”

Jaemin groans loudly. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.”

Your orgasm is blinding, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high. He follows shortly after you, grunting when he shoots his cum deep inside your waiting womb.

You both lay in silence before you suddenly burst out in laughter. Jaemin eyes you.

“What?”

“We just fucked. I just fucked my best friend and called him daddy. This is so surreal.”

He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

“Better get used to it. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck in quarantine together.”

You smile. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

[asktherejectsau]

🍊🎱 Exclusive interview with co-producer and songwriter of The Rejects, and former Gorillaz lead singer — Stuart “2-D” Pot 🎱🍊

Interviewer: Hi, 2-D. How‘ve you been holding up?

2-D: Mmm, alright now I think.

I: Oh, did something happen earlier?

2-D: Yeah, I was feeling a little peeved today since I spilled some raspberry tea on my good pair of pants this morning. They were pretty fancy too. Wish you could’ve seen ’em. They had these little hearts and stuff on ’em and they were really cute.

I: Oh. Well, uh, I’m sorry that happened—

2-D: I managed to throw ’em in the wash today. Hopefully, it’ll come out. But then I remembered my second best pair of pants, so I’m feeling pretty swell now. Plus I got some new tea to replace the one that was in my last cup. [sips from new coffee cup and sighs happily] This one’s jasmine tea. It’s really good. You wanna try some?

I: I-I’m good, thank you. Anyway, shall we—?

2-D: Oh, almost forgot. These are my new baggy flannel pants. I got ’em from a thrift store out in Holland one time and—

I: [clears throat]

2-D: O-Oh, right. The interview. [hums awkwardly while twiddling his thumbs] Sorry, I haven’t done one of these in a while.

I: It’s okay. We just need to get a move on. So, 2-D, aside from today, how have things been? You’ve been awfully quiet over the past few months since your departure from Gorillaz.

2-D: Yeah… I’ve been trying to avoid talking on social media for a while since I’ve left. Although, I dunno if I’d call it leaving but more, like, taking a break. I’ve just been trying to find out who I really am, yeah? I realized through working on The Now Now that I want to do something more than just Gorillaz my whole life. I wanna grow and change and develop something for myself. Like the potato that’s currently sprouting on my windowsill at the moment. His name is George. Him aside, I feel like I’ve been stuck in one place for while. Just stagnant, unmoving. That’s why I stopped using social media all together and so far it’s been such a weight off my mind. Same thing with Gorillaz. It’s not that I’m unhappy from all my time with Gorillaz, their like… my blood, ya know? My family. But… I dunno. It’s… [fidgets in seat] It’s like when you eat the same meal everyday for a few months and then you start thinking, “This isn’t really working for me like it used to. It still tastes good but now I want something different.” I think me being with The Rejects is what’s gonna help me find, err… well… “me” right now. I’m not gonna be gone from Gorillaz forever but I just need something different, keep things fresh.

(Picture of 2-D with Gorillaz in late 2018)

I: Hmm… I see. Speaking of your former bandmates, do you still keep in touch with them even with your hiatus?

2-D: Oh yeah, loads. I try to talk with ‘em every chance I get. Just last week, Noodle and I FaceTimed each other and she showed me Katsu patting Russel’s stomach with her paws, like she was making a loaf of bread off of him for ten minutes while he laid asleep on the couch. It was amusing for the first five minutes, then it became a betting match to see how long she’d do that before he woke up.

I: What about Murdoc? Any updates from him?

2-D: [taps his coffee cup uncomfortably] He’s fine, p-probably… Um, what’s the next question?

I: Oh, sorry. Err… How did you first meet the Rejects?

2-D: Well, I already knew most of them from the get go. That being Ace and Cyb — I mean, Cynthia. Still gotta get used to that… Uh, the only person I hadn’t met before was Lenny. All I can really say about him is that he’s a really chill guy. Very sociable and surprisingly, a lot younger than I was expecting. He like Phil Collins and the Blue Men Group into one, he’s pretty great. As for how we all came together, it wasn’t too long after I began my hiatus actually. I think it was like, I dunno, two weeks after I took off? I stayed at a Marriott in LA for a bit and one day I came into this gas station to grab a couple snacks for the ride out to Ottawa ‘til I heard somebody shout out my name. I got kinda scared at first ‘cause, well, [runs a hand through his hair] the reason why I got this shaved cut was so I couldn’t be recognized as easily. Besides, last time I visited LA, I blended in pretty well. Well as long as you looked at me from behind, that is. [humming laughter] But then I saw it was Ace calling out for me. I was so stoked to see him again. We talked for a bit, hung out at his place, had a few drinks, I tried weed brownies for the first time and uh… I ended up spending the night with him. Then I found out that Cynthia was his roommate after she hit me head with one of her cables to wake me up from the floor. I was quite surprised to see her, I mean, by what Murdoc told me, I thought she was gone. Like poof! Gone like my socks in the dryer. But, y’know… I was happy to see her. Really, I was. That might sound weird to you, and… I-I’m assuming you already know what happened to me on that beach. [laughs awkwardly] But I was real worried ‘bout what could’ve happened to her. I know she wasn’t like the original Noods and she went kind of coocoo after getting that bullet through the head, but I don’t think what happened to me was her fault. I think we’re both victims really and it wouldn’t have been right for me to hold any ill will towards now her when… i-it wasn’t her choice to do the things she did. At least, I don’t think it was. But, um, anyway… I ended up crashing at Ace’s place for longer than I would’ve liked but after a bit, me and Cynthia reconciled, she introduced me to her band and the new stuff she was working on and from there I’ve been hooked.

I: Wow, that’s… oddly very touching. Thank you for sharing something so personal with us.

2-D: Um yeah. I dunno what I did but, no problem?

I: That being said, when talking about self-discovery, I also I hear you talking about Ace a lot. Some fans are wondering, are the two of you perhaps “involved?”

2-D: What do you mean?

I: Are you dating?

2-D: Oh! Y-Yeah, you can say that… [giggles]

I: Oh wow! Good for you. How long have you guys been together?

2-D: I’d say… four? I: Four what? 2-D: Yes. I: No, uh… have you two been together for four days? Months? 2-D: No, I’d say we’ve been dating for five months now.

I: I… Okay, how or when did you both decide to—?

2-D: It was a bit spontaneous. Well, kind of… [hums softly] See, we really hit it off when he joined Gorillaz back in 2018 but I was still figuring myself out back then so I waited until I was sure and now… uh, we decided that now it was probably the right time. [chuckles] It’s funny, yeah? I’ve never felt so happy before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen this hard for someone in a really long time. Well, except for that one lady that turned out to be a coat rack, but I think I just really needed new contacts. I used to be so scared of what would happen to me once I came out but y’know, I’m glad that I get to live in a time where people can feel free to love who they want without fear. Only determination to love and be themselves with their whole chest. There’s still a whole lot of work to do but I say it’s better for everyone if we keep moving forward. Going backwards doesn’t help anyone improve. Anyway, I also got to say, it’s very refreshing to have someone that truly loves and respects you for the way you are; all flaws included, no strings attached… [sighs] I think it’s safe to say I’m in complete bliss.

(Picture of 2-D and Ace in Little Tokyo, Townsville)

I: How would you describe Ace as a partner?

2-D: Umm… not much has changed between us since we’ve started dating actually. He’s a bit more clingy than he used to be, but I mean that in a good way. Anytime I’m sitting down doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around me and ask what I’m doing, or he’ll give me a peck on the head whenever he brings me a cup of tea… He’s a teddy bear, really. Very physically affectionate, always gentle with his movements, and has surprisingly soft, supple hands. Oh, oh! [moves in his seat excitedly] I found out he likes doing this thing whenever we’re out in public. Recently we’ve been doing these little play fights. Usually he’ll make this little karate chop motion against my neck or my arms, and then I push it away and soon we’ll start this war with our arms, hands, and sometimes feet just blocking each other’s moves while making our own sound effects like it’s our own kind of action movie. That happened one time while we were ordering food at the plaza last week and this time I won by grabbing his wrists and pulling him towards me so I could kiss his forehead and oh my god, he was such a mess! [laughs] H-He wouldn’t even look at me without acting like he was gonna melt. [snorts] Ugh, you should’ve seen him! It was so adorable. Almost acted like a toddler, all giggly and following me about whenever I moved. He practically clung onto me the entire night afterwards.

I: Ah, the honeymoon phase… Well, we could go on about your relationship with Ace but we need to get back on track. Tell us, what’s it like not being the lead vocalist for once?

2-D: Again, pretty refreshing. I get to work more on my skills as a producer and making music that I’m proud of. I feel like a little kid playing keyboards with my dad again with all this new equipment we’ve got now. Been working on some pretty banger stuff with the band so far and I can’t wait for people to hear it some time soon.

I: What are you most excited for people to listen to?

2-D: Well we are coming out with an EP at some point this year but before that comes out, we did put out a single. It’s one of the first songs I worked on with the Rejects and it’s called “LOVEBUG!!” It’s definitely more of an experimental track, especially compared to both me and the band’s past work, but I loved messing around with all of the soft synths and 808s in this one. Lenny absolutely crushed it with the drums and I think it suits Cynthia’s voice really well! Although, the more I think about it, I sometimes think she sounds a lot like someone else I’ve heard lately. Well, either way, I just hope people end up liking the song just as much as I did making it. [hums happily]

(LOVEBUG!! Promo Cover)

I: Good to know. How would you describe your experience working with the Rejects so far?

2-D: Quite tame. We all tend to be quite amicable with one another and we don’t fight as much compared to when I would record back at Kong. We really let our ideas bounce off each other like ping pong balls and when one of us comes up with a good line or segment, we all get excited. I haven’t felt like that before. That’s not to say I didn’t have that same feeling with Gorillaz before I took a break but the energy between us and the energy I get when working with the Rejects isn’t really up for comparison, y’know what I mean? Gorillaz is, uh… more of a family dynamic. A chaotic one but a found family, right? Whereas with the Rejects, we don’t see each other as collaborators but as a group of friends and I think that’s a neat little thing we made for ourselves. When dealing with the high that comes from being famous, everything around you just happens all at once and soon you forget what it’s like to breathe. I’ve been stuck in that world for 22 years, but after taking this break and later joining the Rejects, I’ve learned how to appreciate the little things again and I’m excited to see what life has to offer me.

I: How would you describe your current bandmates?

2-D: Cynthia is quite the natural born leader and she seems to really know her stuff. She can be a bit stubborn at times whenever we start composing things but she hasn’t done anything too extreme. I think that just shows more of her fiery personality. Not too surprising, given who made her but already I can tell you, she’s much better than that old sod. At least she actually treats me like a person and doesn’t try to… S-Sorry, I’m going too off topic, aren’t I? [clears throat] Um… Where was I again? Ah, right. Bandmates, yeah... Cynthia, to me is, uh, very determined and always willing to tackle a lots of ideas at once. She’s a perfectionist for sure but sometimes, I worry about her short circuiting with how much time she spends writing one song. You already know how I feel about Ace but Lenny on the other hand is quite the interesting guy. Reminds me of Russel in some ways but I wish I could understand him more. I don’t know sign language so we just write and text stuff to one another. Apparently he likes painting and sculpting things out of clay so one time I tried to make him something but I think I ended up making a creature that looks like it wants to die but Lenny still keeps it on his shelf so I guess it’s not too bad.

I: Alright, I think that’s all the time we have for today. Do you have anything else to say before we go?

2-D: Um, yeah, uh… do you know where the nearest toilet is? I’ve been holding it in since I got here.

I: I… [sighs] It should be on the 2nd floor to your right.

2-D: Cool, thanks. [gets up to leave before nearly tripping over his untied shoelaces]

I: Your shoes are untied.

2-D: [in the distance] I don’t know how to tie them!

I: Err… Well, stay tuned until next time where we interview the Rejects’ bassist, Ace D. Copular and talk about his journey from reality TV actor to aspiring musician.

[chyanxrene]

Paris - ft Blaise Zabini

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Y/N

♡ Summary: Threesome with Draco and Blaise, that’s all

♡ Warnings: Explicit content, just pure smut, MxMxF, anal (ish), degradation, drugs, alcohol, spitting (let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you looked up confidence, you'd see Y/N's name under there, she knew what she wanted and with a few simple words she could get it. Regardless of how others saw her, the negative comments they made, she ignored them— typical signs of jealousy.

It only boosted her ego further.

Sure, she slept with quite a few boys over a number of years, but that didn't make her a slut— as others called it. She enjoyed sex as much as the next male, it was her body and she could do as she pleased with it.

It was her seventh year in Hogwarts, the final year. After the war, many students weren't too bothered about the exams, most still reeling from the aftershock of the lives lost and numerous casualties.

However the one thing about the war which was seen as a positive, was that all the houses congregated into one. The four houses that once stood tall, rivalling against the other every year, now stood together.

Of course there were some objections— mainly from the Slytherins and Gryffindors, however everyone shortly after accepted the new outcome.

Y/N was grateful for the change, this meant she was able to meet with people that she hardly spoke with, she enjoyed learning about others traits and being surrounded by good company.

And most of all, she enjoyed a good party.

That's where she first met Draco Malfoy, it was the beginning of the seventh year. She'd never spoken with him before. Slytherin were always secretive when it came to their parties, so she had never been to one, until a few months ago.

Obviously she saw had him around school, in a few of her classes, but they'd never spoken. So after one too many shots, the party ended quickly, ending with the pair tangled in his silk green bedsheets.

Bodily fluids, and the smell of sex and alcohol still surrounding them.

It was always a one time thing with Y/N, she made sure she never went back to the same male, or female twice. Relationships were not on the table for her, so she didn't want to disappoint anyone.

The same could be said for Draco, he clearly had the same thoughts as Y/N, which led to the pair hooking up a few times per week. No feelings were involved at all, which is just how they liked it.

Rough, filthy, sheet-clawing sex is what he gave her. Y/N was used to being the more dominant and controlling one in the bedroom, but it appeared she had met her match.

It was a Friday evening, Y/N usually spent her nights in the dungeons, drinking and relaxing with the former Slytherins. Usually ending her night in Draco's room, but today she had an idea, today she wanted more.

She carried her flask into the common room, no more passwords so she easily walked in. The smell of the room instantly flooding her nostrils, cannabis and alcohol.

Pansy had her arm draped across Theo's shoulder, taking the blunt from him and placing it between her lips. She took a long, slow pull, holding the smoke within her mouth for a few moments. She grabbed Theo's chin, forcing his mouth open before blowing the spoke into his mouth.

"Starting the party without me?" Y/N laughed, rounding the chairs and settling in front of the couple.

"You're always late, Y/N, then again not even Draco's here, so I guess you're not that late," Pansy lazily smiled.

"Where is Draco anyway?" She frowned, looking around the room, which only Theo and Pansy occupied.

"Probably shagging someone— who knows," she laughed, she dabbed out her blunt and leaned back into the plush sofa.

"Respect me a little Pansy," Y/N heard a sharp voice coming from the top of the stairs, she turned her gaze to investigate the face of the voice.

There he was, dressed in his turtle neck and school trousers. Blaise stood next to him, the pair glanced at Y/N, and then whispered amongst themselves. Usually she didn't react to whispering that she knew was about her, but this made her feel some type of way.

It wasn't nervousness, it was pure excitement, she had wondered if Draco had the same idea as her. But by the look on his face, she knew he had the same idea. They were similar in many ways, perhaps in an alternate universe they would've been together, but not in this one.

Draco and Blaise strolled down the stairs, talking between themselves, Draco's hand gestures appeared to show enthusiasm to what he was saying. Blaise had a smirk across his mouth, taking in everything that Draco was informing him.

Y/N watched their every move, waiting for them to join the threesome in the centre of the room. Draco found his place beside her and Blaise sat on the spare sofa to the right of them.

"It's rather cozy tonight, don't you think Y/N?" Draco spoke, interrupting the silence that everyone had previously sat in.

She nodded slowly, taking a swig of her flask. The alcohol burning her throat, she could almost feel it flow through her bloodstream.

Pansy raised an eyebrow, and then lit another blunt, "what are you up to Draco?" She laughed, handing the now lit blunt over to Blaise.

Y/N watched as he placed it between his lips, his eyes closing as he inhaled, opening shortly after when he exhaled. Y/N felt a tingle in her lower stomach from just watching the action.

"Nothing Parkinson, just noting the coziness of this room," Draco smirked, his eyes glanced to the side of Y/N's face.

He took the flask from her, forcing Y/N to let out a groan of protest, but he ignored it. He swallowed the rest of the contents in the flask, dropping it back into Y/N's lap.

Some liquid lingered on his bottom lip, a droplet close to streaming down his chin. But Y/N caught it just in time, using the pad of her thumb to collect the liquid and brush it back onto his lower lip.

Draco's gaze was heavy, a darker shade of blue now in place of the grey hue that they usually had. The tip of his pink tongue darted out, licking his lower lip slowly.

He maintained eye contact with Y/N, he wasn't tasting the alcohol— no, he was tasting her.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as she watched him, his eyes never left hers. But they did flick from her lips to her eyes a few times. Draco Malfoy was a tease, and she loved it.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" Theodore laughed, he grabbed everyone's attention by his sudden suggestion. Pulling Draco and Y/N out from the current trance that they were both in.

"Sounds fun," Blaise muttered, his eyes notably heavier from the drugs that he had consumed.

"How about, never have I ever?" Pansy raised and eyebrow, looking at everyone's faces to see if someone were to disagree.

"I love this game," Y/N replied, sitting up eagerly waiting for the game to start.

"I'll start," Pansy spoke, "never have I ever, had sex with someone in this room," she smirked, raising her cup to her mouth.

Everyone followed suit, it was an easy question, something to warm everyone up. Theo was next, he took some time to calculate his question, or maybe he was just slow because of the blunt he had smoked.

"Never have I ever, thought about fucking a teacher," he smirked, drinking a shot of his drink quickly.

Unfortunately for Theo, no one else agreed with him, so he was now the recipient of a room full of laughs towards him.

"You're sick in the head," Blaise laughed, almost coughing from how hard he had laughed.

"Okay, I'll go next," Blaise smiled, "never have I ever wanted to sleep with my best friends partner,"

The shots were consumed by everyone, up next was Y/N, the alcohol had already gone to her head. Igniting all of her senses, she desperately craved to be touched, her skin raising with goosebumps from the lack of it.

Draco placed his hand over her knee, his thumb rubbing circles around her skin. Y/N was grateful that a he had opted to stay in her uniform for the rest of the day.

She cleared her throat, "never have I ever had a threesome," Y/N smiled, not drinking anything as that wouldn't be true. Pansy, Blaise and Draco on the other hand, gulped their drinks.

"And no one told me?" Theo frowned, Pansy slapped the back of his head, "you're too emotional when it comes to sex Theo," she laughed.

"Fuck you Pans," he chuckled. It was finally Draco's turn, he waited for a moment, swirling his cup in his hand, watching the brown liquor almost spill off the edges.

"Never have I ever, thought about fucking two people in this room at the same time," Draco spoke, raising his head to watch Y/N's answer.

Pansy scanned the room, squinting her eyes, she shrugged and then drank her drink. None of the males consumed their alcohol, so they waited for Y/N, to see what her answer was.

Y/N felt the rooms air become heavier, almost stuffier. The heavy smell of Draco's cologne, mixing with the light touches he pushed onto her skin, made her wet. There was no more denying it, or trying to fight it off.

Y/N downed the rest of her drink, dropping it onto the table in front of her.

"How did you know?" She whispered to Draco, however she didn't look at him, she didn't want to make it too obvious.

"Your eyes give it away all the time— tell me who you want, and I'll bring them for us," his breath was close to her ear, he kissed her earlobe and leaned back, fingertips still brushing up and down her bare thigh.

Y/N knew exactly who she wanted, she didn't need to think about it twice, "Blaise," she said, now facing Draco. He raised his eyebrow, his signature smirk forming onto his lips already.

"As you wish, darling," he smiled, "I'll see you in ten minutes," that wasn't a question, it was an order. Y/N knew what he meant, 'go to my room and wait for me there'.

So she did, waving goodbye to Theodore and Pansy, who were in a world of their own.

She climbed the stairs, the adrenaline edging her already. Excitement filled her body, she'd wanted this for weeks, ever since she first spoke with Blaise. The deep, soothing voice, she instantly imagined him talking her through an orgasm, and from then on she wanted him.

Y/N made it to Draco's room, she settled onto his bed, that she had grown do accustomed to throughout these past months. She kicked off her shoes, then placing them to the side as Draco hated a messy room.

It seemed like forever since Draco had told her to go to his room. She decided to make herself comfortable, propping herself up onto her elbows and flexing her toes.

She heard muttering from outside the door, signalling Draco and Blaise had arrived. She sucked in a breath and waited for them to enter the room.

Draco walked in first, holding a bottle of fire whiskey, Blaise followed behind, he had removed his tie grasping it firmly between his fingers.

"There's my little angel," Draco brightly smiled, even though he would never be with her, he still adored her and cared for her. So every compliment he gave to her, he meant with his entire heart.

"Hi Draco," Y/N said, greeting him in a friendly voice, Draco then frowned, which made Y/N raise her eyebrow, "you're not going to greet Blaise Y/N?" He tutted.

Draco strolled over to her, grabbing a hold of her chin firmly, "where are your manners," he spat, looking directly into her eyes.

She licked her lips, a playful glint in her eyes, "my apologises, hello Blaise," she smiled. Blaise nodded, throwing his tie over to Draco, who swiftly caught it with one hand.

Draco hummed in response, nodding towards her wrists, she held them up immediately, holding them together whilst waiting for Draco to bound them.

"My sweet girl," Draco mumbled, pressing a kiss onto her forehead, he tied her wrists together, then secured them to his bed frame, "how are you feeling," he asked.

A standard question, each time they had intercourse, he needed to know how far to push her.

Y/N smiled, "perfect."

He nodded, and moved towards the end of the bed, he gripped each ankle of hers and dragged her closer to him. The harsh movements caused Y/N to let out a unexpected moan.

"Blaise," Draco said, nodding towards his friend. Y/N watched as Blaise made his way beside her, sitting on the bed so his back was facing Draco. He stroked the fallen hair out of her face, his movements were soft, just as she expected.

Draco settled onto his knees between Y/N's legs. He widened them, pushing her skirt up so her underwear was on full display. Her arousal apparent, the red underwear she wore was visibly darker in the centre.

"I can't wait for you to taste her Blaise," Draco growled, his hands gripped each thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

A hum came from Blaise, noticeably deeper than Draco's however the effect was still the same. As Draco left kisses on her inner thighs, Blaise took the time to leave wet, sloppy ones across her jawline.

Y/N's eyes screwed shut, feeling Draco's fingertips brush the centre of her underwear, he let out a breathy laugh from hearing her own heavy breaths.

Blaise quickly tangled his fingertips between her hair and forced her head up.

"Watch him," he whispered, his eyes were stern, a warning in his voice. She became intrigued to know what would happen if she didn't.

He continued holding Y/N's head up, his spare hand unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the lace red bra that matched her underwear. Blaise let out a sigh, diving forwards and kissing her chest.

Y/N's eyes never wavered from Draco's, she watched as he curled a finger underneath her underwear, the cool air penetrating her sensitive skin. He shot her a wink, and snapped the underwear against her skin, a hiss resulting in the action.

"Please— Draco," Y/N pleaded, Blaise's mouth never stopped, his teeth and tongue nipping and sucking along her chest. Leaving red and purple bruises in its wake.

"Oh, look Blaise, she's begging," Draco chuckled, his thumb ran up and down her clothed pussy, forcing the lace material against the soft skin.

"Of course she is," Blaise smirked, he pushed her bra down, revealing her breasts.

Draco took the opportunity to fully snap her underwear, leaving her cunt exposed, the warm arousal now cooling instantly against the cold air.

He leaned down, breathing against her pussy, the smell of her arousal made his cock strain against his boxers. Both of the boys movements were timed a little too well, as if they had planned this.

Draco licked a long strip up her pussy, swirling his tongue around her clit before sucking on it. Blaise, similarly done the same, swirling his tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

The sensations drove Y/N insane, the stimulation that both boys were providing her with was unlike any other. She wanted more, she was greedy, so she would get more.

As usual, Draco groaned at her taste, dipping his tongue in and out of her hole, gathering the wetness on his tongue to lubricate her clit— not that it needed it.

Blaise massaged her breast, removing his mouth fully from it, he leaned up close to her ear. His breathing heavy, almost panting. A finger suddenly slipped into her pussy, curling instantly to stroke her g spot.

"Oh— God it feels so good, don't stop," Y/N whined, her hips bucking at the feeling. Blaise's hand held her hip down, securing her in place, "don't be impatient," he whispered in her ear.

Sweat formed across her forehead, the coil inside her threatening to break soon. Draco used this as an advantage, stretching her out with not one, but two extra fingers.

Y/N gasped, and then moaned loud, a little too loud for Blaise's liking. He shoved three fingers into her mouth, preventing her from letting out a single word.

"Do you like when he fucks you with his fingers, hmm— Y/N?" Blaise spoke, his deep voice hot against her ear.

Draco continued thrusting his fingers in and out, flicking his tongue up and down her clit.

"Answer me princess," Blaise repeated, he too began thrusting his fingers in and out of Y/N's mouth, however not as harshly as Draco.

Y/N nodded eagerly, tears forming at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Saliva escaped from the sides of her mouth, falling down her chin.

"You want to cum?" Blaise asked, he had a fake pout on his face, watching poor Y/N struggle against his tie.

Draco removed his mouth, leaning up onto one hand, the other still pushing in and out of her. His mouth was shiny from her arousal, he licked his lips and stared at Y/N, waiting for an answer.

"Answer him," Draco demanded, slowing his movements, Y/N let out a disgruntled moan, her eyes pleading with both boys to let her cum. Blaise removed his fingers, allowing her to breathe— and then speak.

"Please, please," her voice hoarse, tears fell down her cheeks, as Draco continued to edge her, knowing exactly how to bring her to the brink and then take her back down again.

Blaise turned his head back to Draco, "make her cum."

Draco nodded, thrusting his fingers out mercilessly, he eyed her every movement. Each heavy breath, each shake of her leg, he watched it all, he was in awe with how responsive she were to him.

"Shit," Y/N rasped, her orgasm tumbling through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her mouth opening to let out a scream but it was muffled by Blaise's lips.

His tongue entered her mouth, flicking and sucking her own. Draco slowed his movements, the wet noises from her cunt, was music to his ears. He removed his fingers, pushing them straight into his mouth.

Her taste was delicious, if she'd let him, he'd do it all day, just to taste her.

Blaise's mouth left her own, leaving her breathless, he reached above her, undoing the tie. Y/N had almost forgotten the ache she experienced from having her arms stretched above her head.

"Let's put that mouth to good use," Draco said, undoing his belt and ushering her towards him. Y/N scrambled to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of where Draco now stood.

"Tell me how you feel, darling," he whispered, brushing her crimson cheek with his fingers.

"Amazing," Y/N smiled, tilting her head back so her neck was on display. Blaise sat behind her, collecting her hair into a pony tail.

Draco looped the belt around her neck, securing it so it gave her little room to breathe, just how she liked it.

Her hands fumbled with his button and zipper, eager to please him. She heard Blaise behind her, repeating the action. Draco lifted her head using the belt, "you'll be a good girl won't you?"

Y/N nodded, the pair both gave each other a brief kiss, before Y/N was pushed down into an arch by Blaise.

Draco pulled down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard erection. The tip oozed with pre cum, which made Y/N's mouth water.

He brushed her hair, massaging it and stroking it at the same time. Y/N jolted forward, feeling Blaise run two fingers up her leaking pussy, he collected her cum onto his finger tips and then licked it off with his tongue.

"You're right Draco, she tastes amazing," Blaise said to his friend who stood opposite him.

Draco nodded, and guided his tip towards Y/N's mouth, she happily opened it. Sucking on his tip, her tongue flicking around allowing his pre cum to dance along her tastebuds.

Blaise ran his tip up and down her entrance, she heard him spit behind her, but not on her. He lubricated his dick with his saliva, wanting a smooth penetration for him and her.

Light thrusts came from Draco, not wanting to choke her with his dick so soon. He waited for Blaise to push inside of her, her neck still at a tilt from Draco holding the belt.

Her hips were gripped tightly, a bruising grip at that, but she relished in pain, so she didn't care.

Draco nodded towards Blaise, both boys having mischievous looks upon their faces. And without warning, both boys pushed inside of her, filling her body to the brim.

Y/N couldn't even moan, all she could do was squirm around, Blaise stretched her similar to how Draco did. She could feel the curve of his dick, the veins inside of her.

She clenched around him, a groan coming from Blaise as he picked up the pace. Draco's tip hit the back of her throat, over and over again. The belt restricting her airways, forcing her to breathe through her nose.

The corners of her mouth hurt, her throat sore but she was determined. She hollowed her cheeks, flattening her tongue to take in more of Draco's dick. He didn't give her any chances to take a breath, he was now in control of her breathing.

Blaise's thrusts were brutal, his hands squeezed her ass and then smacked them. The stinging pain subsiding quickly by the amount of pleasure she was receiving.

"Your mouth— is so— fucking good," Draco grunted.

Saliva and tears dropped onto the floor below, her arousal leaking onto her thighs, she was a filthy mess.

Y/N tensed, feeling Blaise's thumb rim her other hole. She had done this before with Draco, however it still came unexpectedly. Draco noticed the reaction, and immediately told her to relax, she followed the orders without question.

She felt warm spit cover the hole, lubricating the area before Blaise could push his thumb in. His thrusts never faltering— in a way, distracting her from the taboo feeling she were about to endure.

After Blaise prepared her, he slid the thumb inside. There was a slight pain, but it didn't last long, Y/N was too caught up with what was going on in her mouth and cunt. Her entire body felt full, and she was content with it.

"So— tight," Blaise groaned, his head thrown back as he continued to pound into Y/N. Each thrust he gave her forced Draco's dick inside her throat even further.

Blaise reached around her body, rubbing her clit quickly with his other thumb. Y/N became lightheaded, her vision blurry, stars now in replacement of Draco who was in front of her.

Her orgasm tumbled through, forcing her to choke on Draco's dick. She squeezed around Blaise, as her second orgasm arrived. Her finger nails digging into the mattress below her, toes curling against the sheets.

Draco was first to cum out of the two boys, he enjoyed seeing her reactions, so his orgasm had always been nearer. He filled her mouth, some of the cum dripping out of it.

Blaise followed shortly after, pulling out and painting her ass with the ropes of his cum. Both boys letting out satisfied groans, Y/N almost stumbled forward but recovered her balance quickly.

"That was-" Y/N couldn't even think of a word, she was in a state of bliss.

Draco collected the escaped cum with his finger, pushing it into her mouth, just before she was about to swallow he held her jaw, "hold it," he ordered.

Blaise used his two fingers to wipe some of his cum off her ass, the cum threatening to drop onto the bed. But he was faster, Draco dragged Y/N's head up with the belt, so Blaise had better access.

He guided his fingers that were coated in his orgasm into her mouth. Both boys cum now mixing with her own saliva, she swallowed instantly, not giving the action a second thought.

"Rest now darling, you did so well for us," Draco whispered, brushing the strands of hair that had stuck to her face away.

"So perfect," Blaise said, kissing the crown of her head.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Y/N," Draco suggested, pressing his mouth into her forehead, he waited for her answer, but it was delayed.

There was a sudden knock at the door, angry bangs from outside the room, all three of them turned their heads to the side.

Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise, which Blaise shrugged off.

"Next time, invite me you fuckers!" Pansy yelled, Theo was heard cursing, telling Pansy to leave them alone.

Y/N laughed to herself, after this, there would definitely be a next time, and was more than happy to invite Pansy Parkinson into the mix.

[eirist]

In the Heat of the Moment

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: For Day 3—Nami’s Day—of the ZoNa Days event (at @zonamievents). I’m already late but still posting it. It’s unfair if it’s only Zoro who gets an entry.

In the Heat of the Moment is by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds. I still have The Umbrella playlist to thank for being such a good company.

Summary: "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

The rain hadn’t let up from the moment it began to pour down.

Which should not have been a problem in the first place… the Straw Hats have their very own weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire after all.

If only said weather expert-slash-navigator extraordinaire didn't get distracted, arguing with a certain green-haired swordsman.

"This is your fault!" Nami complained, rubbing her arms with her hands in a poor attempt to keep the emerging chill away.

​Somehow satisfied, she folded her arms across her chest as she sulkily glared at the rain which has now completely turned into a steady downpour.

​Luckily she was able to pull the man with her towards an alcove in the town's wall before they got drenched. It was an uncomfortable fit, as they were almost pressed to each other, but it'll do.

​Zoro was snarling beside her. "This rain is MY fault?" He huffed. "Right! It's my fault coz I absolutely can make it rain on a whim!"

Nami turned sharply towards him, glaring daggers. "If you hadn't gotten lost—" 

"I DON'T GET LOST!" 

"—like the idiot that you are," she continued ignoring Zoro's outburst, deliberately raising her tone and effectively drowning his retort with her shrill voice. "Then we wouldn't be stuck in here ZORO!" Her voice jumped another octave when she said his name. "In. HERE!" She repeated the words, making sure to emphasize them and hoping to drill it straight into his thick, dumb skull. 

"Tch! Then you shouldn't have followed me!" The former bounty hunter groused.

​"Besides, aren't you supposed to be good at predicting the weather?" He commented sardonically. "Shouldn't you have known that it’s going to rain today?" 

Nami gaped at him disbelievingly. ​And heat rose to her cheeks.

​She gave his shin a good kick for that.

​​"Ite!" 

​"I know that!" Nami practically shrieked at him. "That's why I followed you here to tell you about it! Is this the thanks I get from making sure you don't get your dumb self lost in this island while a storm is brewing?!"

"Again woman, I DON'T GET LOST!" Not the one to be deterred, Zoro raised his own voice to match hers. "And damn it! Stop kicking me!"

​"Bullshit!" The ever-feisty navigator exclaimed. "That a load of crap and you know it!"

​She angrily poked his chest with her finger. "If I leave you to your own devices... We. Would. Never. Find. You!" She punctuated each word with a prod on his torso. As if that would actually make the idea sink unto him. "I don't want Luffy and Chopper whining about how you are lost and that we should find you!

​Zoro grabbed her hand to stop her from poking a hole in him. Grasping it firmly he all but shouted back at her. "I will be fine! I will find my way back to the Sunny!"

“Hah! Fat chance of that happening!” 

​They were almost nose to nose by this time; all the while scowling at each other, both waiting for the other to back down.

Now only the sound of the rain falling heavily down the soaked earth can be heard as they continued their stare off. Along with the sharp intake of breaths coming from the two of them because honestly, their shouting matches can be quite arduous.

​As the glowering continued; Zoro thought he caught a glint, a spark from behind Nami's eyes before those warm brown orbs widened.

​In what could only be a realization that their current position is leaning towards… precarious. It was also not helping that his own eye had darted all over her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks. Despite it coming from indignation, she still looks...

 ... pretty.

​He almost choked at his thoughts. When did he turn into that shit cook?

Zoro inhaled sharply and realized what a wrong move that was. He caught a whiff of Nami’s signature scent. Sweet with an undertone of zestiness that reminds him of her mikan fruits at their peak of ripeness—that certain moment that makes you want to steal one so you can taste them...

​The color on her face deepened and Zoro wasn't sure if it was because she was getting angrier and angrier by the minute.

Or... If it was because she saw that his stare lingered for more than a second or two at her lips. ​"Screw this!" He grunted, instantly averting his gaze. He felt his face heating up and to get out of their rather 'awkward' situation, he immediately resorted to his favorite defense mechanism whenever he faces off against this orange-haired devil incarnate.

Losing his temper on her. 

"You are not my keeper woman!" He snapped at her before immediately stepping out of their sanctuary and into the rain.

That made Nami snap to attention. "Hey!"

​Without another word Zoro turn around and started walking away from her despite the torrential rain.

WALKING. AWAY. FROM. HER.

While it’s raining cats and dogs. 

 "Zorooo!!!" He heard Nami screeched his name, horrified that he would actually leave her alone. There was no way he was getting back in there with her. Not when it occurred to him that he was only a second away from grabbing her...

...and kissing her.

​He walked in faster strides when she called him again. He had to get away from her. He needed to get away from her.

Far away.

​Because honestly she was driving him crazy lately with all these thoughts of wanting to kiss her surfacing every moment whenever he was with her.  

And who knows what the repercussions are? This is Nami they're talking about. She would probably sic ero-cook and even Luffy if he dared to even try. Or rat him out to either Robin or Usopp or both.

Or charge him more than what his current bounty is.

He winced at that.

​For now he needed to get away and calm himself so he can reflect...

​There was no warning as something collided at his back, almost making him stumble down the wet ground.

Did someone just attack him?

​But the presence wasn't threatening, even if its arms were wrapped around his neck in a chokehold, throttling him.

"YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE THERE RORONOA ZORO!" Nami deliberately yelled at his ear, probably making his ear drum shatter and rendering him forever deaf. In a split second the Supernova realized that Nami… had jumped him.

​"Hey! Get off witch!"

"No!" "Get off!" "I said no!"

​"Get off now or I'll--"

Her hold around his neck tightened. "Or you'll what?" Nami hissed right in his ear in a tone so dangerously low that an actual chill ran down Zoro's spine. He gave her arm a light slap, a silent gesture to loosen her hold because she was cutting off his air. When she didn't relent, he effortlessly bounced her up his back.

​With a squeak of surprise, her arms slackened and he was able to finally draw in some air.

Nami’s hands grabbed at his shirt in an attempt to prevent herself from slipping from his back. Zoro tried to shake her off him. But the cat burglar swiftly clung onto him by locking her legs around his waist.

His remaining eye widened at that. 

"Nami!"  ​ "Stop trying to shake me off Zoro!" Nami protested as she held on to him tightly. Her knee knocked against his katanas and he scowled. "Then stop strangling me damn it!" "You deserve it you ass! Leaving me alone like that! Wait until the others hear about this you brute!" ​ Zoro muttered an expletive under his breath. Nami is a real witch!

He can feel her sliding down his back again. She was having a hard time clinging onto him because his shirt and her arms and legs were all wet from the rain water.

"I'm charging you for all these Zoro!" She muttered against his ear, her breath hot against his skin… a stark contrast from the cold rain water falling down on them. "The hell you are!" He managed to retort. She was speaking from his blind side and even as he tilted his head, he cannot see her face or her expression.

The next thing he knew… her fist had descended on his head.

“The hell! Why did you hit me?!”

“Because you are a moron.”

“That’s it get off me!”

“No!!”

​They continued struggling against each other, right in the middle of the rain that was soaking them to the bone.

​And Zoro realized then and there that Nami was quite nimble. She had quickly managed to change her position from his back to his side with her legs still locked around him.

He really didn't know what to do with that information, except it's going to be really handy once he gets the chance to...

​​​Fuck! ​​ She had hit him on the head with her fist ​again.​ That’s twice already.  Why are her punches hurting him so much? Was it clad in haki?? "Argh! Nami stop it!" He tilted his head towards her so he can growl and glare at her all at the same time.

She just gave him a haughty serves-you-right grin.

In retaliation he bounced her against him again. 

​Which was a wrong move. Because all it did was rubbed her breasts against him and press her closer to him.

It was a good thing the rain was drowning them.   Though it did made her yelp in surprise. He’s good with that.

​"Argh! Stay still Zoro! I swear if you drop me down I'm going to—"

“To what?” His steely eye met hers. This time it was his turn to challenge her.

Nami’s hold around his neck tightened, probably because her grip on him was slipping again because she was just as wet as he is and also because she still wants to choke the shit out of him for leaving her alone earlier.

She lifted her chin slightly so she could gaze back at him even as the rain water continued trickling down her face.

Was it just him or Nami’s quite comfortable where she is right now?

He knew she was trying to give him the evil eye. But it was hard to do that when the droplets of rain keep clinging to her lashes and she had to blink them away in a manner that affects him greatly.

And there was it… that familiar glint, that spark he saw when they were back in the alcove taking shelter from this rain.

“Look Zoro,” she finally sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you will come back to the Sunny in one piece and not get stranded in this weather."

​Zoro blinked. He was not expecting that.

​Then his face broke into a smirk. "You're getting sappy witch. Sounds like you care about me."

“Y-y-ou!” She stammered.

He grinned at her as she sputtered, her face turn absolutely and adorably red.

To think, he actually high-tailed it out of there earlier with his tail between his legs all because he can't face the realization that he wanted this woman.

But there was no denying it now. Amidst this rain it was very clear. That was all he needed.

He finally decided to take a chance instead of running away from it like a coward. ​

He tucked a strand of her wet hair behind her ear. "You can punch me or charge me later Nami," was all he said before he pressed his lips on hers.

Her body jerked in surprised. His arm instantly wrapped around her waist to secure her as one of her hands grasp at his shirt tightly.

​He swore he heard and felt her murmur 'oh fuck' against his lips before she deepened their kiss.

​They pulled apart slightly for air. Zoro hauled her up a little and Nami was about to lean down to for another kiss…

“A-choo!”

They looked at each other in surprise. Nami’s hand automatically covered her mouth as her face turned red again… this time for a very different reason.

“Ehem!”

They both turn their heads towards the sound and saw an elderly man standing a few feet away from them under an umbrella.

He was shaking his head as he looked at them.

“You youngsters should just get a room you know. You risk getting sick doing things out here in the open that should be done privately.”

[sheisfilledwithsecrets]

screencaps courtesy of @stephysource

upside down you're turning me - an anachronistic, aggressively pop steddie playlist

if - janet jackson /// into you - ariana grande /// lose my breath - destiny’s child /// like an animal - the donnas /// upside down - diana ross /// la la - ashlee simpson /// kiss of life - kylie minogue, jessie ware /// till the world ends - britney spears /// physical - dua lipa +bonus track s&m - rihanna

(keep reading for thoughts/lyrics)

many apologies to eddie munson. i too enjoy metal (yay, more people are discovering dio!) but i’m going through a big pop phase, and wanted a mix that matched that and one of my current hyperfixations.

if - janet jackson (eddie)

definitely in the back of eddie’s mind when he kept pushing the stancy If I was your girl boy, oh, the things I'd do to you I'd make you call out my name, I'd ask who it belongs to If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you But I'm not, so I can't Then I won't But if I was your girl boy

into you - ariana grande (steve) ’who hasn’t had gay thoughts?!’ - steve harrington, probably I'm so into you I can barely breathe And all I wanna do Is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'Til we cross the line, yeah, yeah So name a game to play And I'll role the dice, hey

lose my breath - destiny’s child (eddie) i am a hanky code truther. can steve keep up? I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to Now you want to act like ya don't know what to do After I done everything that you ask me... ...Can you keep up? Baby boy, make me lose my breath

like an animal - the donnas (steve) the answer is of course yes Feel my breath on your neck And my fingers in your hair Get it up, I can't relax Don't hold back You know I want it bad Oh oh oh, I can't say no I lose control 'cause with you I'm like an animal

upside down - diana ross (eddie) yeah, eddie is in love Upside down Boy, you turn me Inside out And round and round Instinctively you give to me The love that I need

la la - ashlee simpson (steve) as is steve  You make me wanna la la In the kitchen on the floor I'll be your French maid When I'll meet you at the door I'm like an alley cat Drink the milk up I want more You make me wanna You make me wanna scream I feel safe with you I can be myself tonight

kiss of life - kylie minogue, jessie ware (eddie) steve, a former lifeguard, performed CPR and saved eddie. this happened. If you only knew (Every time I get a little taste of it, I die) You could only see (I'm in the moment, it's so sweet that I could cry) Give me the kiss of life

till the world ends - britney spears (steve) ‘for your modesty, dude.’ also, since eddie lives, they fight the apocalypse together You notice what I'm wearing, I noticin' you're staring You know that I can take it, To the next level, baby... ...See the sunlight, we ain't stopping Keep on dancin' 'till the world ends If you feel it let it happen Keep on dancin' till the world ends

physical - dua lipa (eddie & steve) lovers who fight vecna/001/henry together stay together All night, I'll riot with you I know you got my back, and you know I got you So come on (come on)... ...Let's get physical

*bonus track* s&m - rihanna i SAID i was a hanky code truther! Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong And meet me in my boudoir Make my body say ah, ah, ah, I like it (like it)'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me