#nice vibes were ruined. thank you very much.

[nc-vb]

Why is it still difficult for readers to understand that the vast majority of smut writers have the rule that if you don’t have an age indicator somewhere visible on your blog, or if you’re a blank blog, or if you’re a minor, you’ll be blocked.

Why bother to like or comment or reblog something that quite clearly states this rule, only for you to get blocked?

Because if I have you bitching at me for blocking you with some throwaway account you made just to bitch at me for it??? In the most disrespectful and condescending way, too??? Like, this is what I’m waking up to???

I’ve never been so viscerally disrespected by anyone, not in person, and not online, in my entire life— over me blocking your account from seeing my shit. I’m just fucking stunned.

[flowerfreya]

Sympathy

This is part 4 of the office AU

Masterlist

About this: Reader wears something that gets the boys on their knees then the boyfriend comes in and ruins it. I think next chapter they are going to break up

Please let me know if there are any major typos

The next morning instead of Simon just getting there early, they all do. Gaz, Soap , and John. They turned off the automatic lights and came in as quietly as possible to not wake you up. Your alarm for 7:30 went off, and you saw that it was still dark in the office but their faces were illuminated by their computer screens. 

You checked your phone to make sure you didn’t sleep in and Simon must have seen the confusion on your face, “We got here early”, then shrugs his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Oh”, then you look around and,”everyone?”, you questions.

“Just the boys”, he affirms. 

John comes out of his office, “Do what you need to do sweetheart, not on the clock yet, yeah”.

You nod and stand from the chair , you walk around your desk and start to head towards the bathroom to freshen up when there is a loud noise behind you. 

When you look behind you, there are three things that get your attention: one, Soap is on the floor for some reason two, Simon is amused and has a smile on his face which this the first time you have seen him smile since you’ve worked here, and third, John has taken a big interest in ceiling , he looks so interested that you look up too, “Is there a leak or something ?”, you glance at John ,then back up the ceiling. Maybe you missed something. 

“No leak,Hen,just thought I saw something”, he answers. 

Then you look down at Soap,”why are you on the ground?”. 

He just shakes his head with a big smile, you look at Simon to see if he will give anything away and he just also smiles at you, which is unsettling considering he's never done that before. 

“Okay….., you guys are acting weird” , you slowly back away and then turn and head towards the bathroom. When you're done there you run into Gaz , he’s sitting at the same table that is housed in the kitchenette. He gives you a wide eye stare and then looks down into his coffee cup, “What!”,  you exclaim , everyone is acting weird towards you and you know you just started working here but you thought that the vibe was good. 

“Don’t think I’ve seen you where a skirt before”, he says, that has you looking down at your outfit which is a fitted skirt and a nice top with a cardigan over it. You thought that you looked nice and professional but maybe not and since Gaz is HR for this branch maybe it’s not, maybe he’s about to tell you to go change but you don’t have a car, that means you would have to pay for an uber there and back and you just saved enough to put a down payment on a car. 

“Oh, is it too much?”, you say, smoothing your skirt down and then looking up at Gaz, he meets your eyes and then shakes his head from side to side. 

“No, it's fine, you look fine”, turns and walks away. (It’s more than fine and that why he has to walk away, he’s the HR for this branch it would be very inappropriate for you to notice the tint in his pants when your boyfriend still works for the company and the paperwork has not been filed that you are having a consensual relationship with the boys.)

You head tilt in a confused manor than you head back to your desk, just hoping that it is a weird morning. 

~

It’s around lunchtime when your boyfriend comes in, he says that he wants to take you out for lunch, his treat. You glance at Simon as you're getting your purse to go when your boyfriend fires up ,”This is what you wore to work?”. You nervously laugh and glance around as everyone starts looking at you and him,”Yes…”, you trail off , hoping, praying, wishing , he will not embarrass you but you know that he will. 

“Don’t think that a little too tight”, then points at your stomach. You're thankful no one can see you blush but you do start to sweat a little. 

And because your glutton for punishment, you ask,”What do you mean?”. 

He then explains that maybe you should skip breakfast for the rest of the week to reach an equilibrium of how many calories you eat at night, and to maybe not to drink so much coffee or to drink it black (which is disgusting) and then mentions that maybe you should skip lunch. 

“Oh , of course”, you start to put your jacket back on the rack, your boyfriend gives you a kiss on the cheek and then leaves the space. You start to zone out and wonder maybe about your body, you’ve always been midsize , never getting rid of your stomach no matter how much you worked out and it was one of your biggest insecurities, and he knows that and he loved to mention it over and over and over. 

You don’t notice that Soap has come up to your desk and he’s trying to get you to laugh but it’s not working. You're sad , and you're hungry because you had breakfast, it was just toast so you could drink your coffee, but you didn’t bring lunch and you don’t have a car to get any food.

John get up from his desk and stomps over to Simon, he whispers something in his ears and they both get up. They have darkness on their faces like they are about to do something dangerous but you think they are mad at you because of your boyfriend interrupting your work day, you make a mental note to apologize to John when he gets back from wherever they’re going. When they get back they are carrying a bag of food , and it looks like it’s from your favorite Indian place.

“Should I postpone your meeting that starts in 10 minutes ?”, you ask John, he got lunch later than usual. 

“Sure, but then you take a break too , and eat something”, he answers back. You're a little confused but then you see more food than hopefully the both of them can eat, “This is for the whole office, but you get first pick,Hen”.

You smile at him and just pick a small butter chicken plate,”That's all you want?”, no you really want some garlic naan but you already had toast this morning and you don’t want to overdo it. 

“Yes, that it”, he raises his eyebrows in a questionably manor and that makes you give in with the naan. You eat it up happily and they have some left over , so you take some for dinner. When everyone is getting ready to go is when John calls you into his office, Simon is already there. 

“Am I in trouble?”, you scared that they weren't actually okay with you getting here early. 

“No , but I want to ask you about your boyfriend….do we need to ban him from coming up here?”, your startled, of course , this was the furthest thing from your mind about what you got called in here for. 

“Wha-, no , no of course” 

“After he left, you seemed….sad”, well of course you were sad but more to that you were just hungry. 

“No, no that won’t happen again”, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, you know your boyfriend, it's past the time you need to be at the car. 

“If that’s all then I really need to go”, you're standing up and rushing towards the exit when you see your boyfriend's car leave the parking lot and you know he’s not coming back no matter how much you beg. 

You're still standing there when John comes out, “Where’s your boyfriend?”, your head is down and tears are welling up in your eyes, ”he left”. 

[gravehags]

all vacant and waste

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: picnics, car sex, confrontation, terzo being terzo, sister imperator ruining the vibes, sister imperator being a complex human being, copia standing up for himself and his girl, FORESHADOWING, mst3k reference

Words: 4,829

Summary: And the two of you were having such a nice day.

a/n: another lore fic but with bonus smut!! and family drama!! enjoy!!

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When you awaken you’re surprised to see that it’s nearly noon.

Copia’s side of the bed is cold and you frown as you stretch and throw back the covers. Getting up, you pad to the kitchen, which is empty. You’re about to turn around and go get your phone when you spot a note on the counter written in a familiar decisive, loopy scrawl.

Amore,

Thank you for your candor and your affection, last night and always. I have a few things to see to this morning but when you are done getting ready (take your time!), meet me downstairs in the Papas’ kitchen - I’d like to pack a lunch and go for a drive. I will keep you in my morning prayers and hope that your sleep was as surprisingly restful as mine.

Ciao xx,

C

Your shoulders sag in relief as your heart swells - how funny the two of you both slept so well after such a harrowing late night conversation. You wonder if his dreams were anything like yours. With a loud yawn, you stretch once more and head back into the bedroom to get ready. Copia told you to take your time but you don’t want to leave him waiting too long and besides, you’re eager to see his face. Your morning routine runs efficiently and you select a short thin-strapped yellow floral sundress to wear after opening your window and gauging the weather. Grabbing your phone, your purse, and your keys you head out and down the stairs. When you approach the hallway leading to the Papas’ kitchen you can hear loud arguing in Italian. Hesitantly, you approach the doorway and knock against the frame.

“Morning, gentlemen.”

Copia, along with Secondo and Terzo, turn to look at you. When all three behold your outfit for the day all fighting ceases in order to coo and compliment you. You, however, are too focused on Copia’s outfit. He looks very priestly today in his black clerical shirt, slacks, and dress shoes and you can feel your face warm at the sight. Judging from the way his jaw goes slack at your outfit, he’s feeling the same way.

“Bella, look at you! All this wasted on il Cardinale, ah what a shame.”

You give Terzo a stern look and shove past him to go see the aforementioned Cardinale.

“Good morning, my love,” you murmur, kissing him once on the lips and once on the cheek, “Don’t listen to Terzo.”

“I rarely do,” Copia smirks and out of the corner of your eye you see Terzo make a rude gesture. Secondo snorts derisively as he slides a large basket across the island counter to you.

“For your picnic, piccolina,” he says, pointing to a loaf of sliced sourdough, a generous container of fresh mozzarella and basil, a jar of marcona almonds, and two bottles of aranciata rossa. You smile and stand on tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek which again, has Terzo making a rude gesture.

“Grazie mille, Secondo,” you say, “No tomatoes with the mozzarella and basil?”

“With this one?” he scoffs, jerking his thumb towards Copia, “Never. Ask him to tell you about what Terzo did to him when we were kids.”

“Don’t remind me,” Copia grouses as Terzo chuckles sinisterly behind him, “are you eh, all ready to rock and roll, tesoro?”

“Whenever you are. Secondo, thank you so much, you’re the sweetest. Terzo…stay out of trouble, per favore.”

“I won’t make any promises,” Terzo comments airily, while sticking out his cheek for a kiss which you daintily apply. “Go,” he murmurs in your ear, his hand on your back, “enjoy your time away from here, huh? You and the rat deserve it.”

“‘The rat’ can hear you, figlio di puttana,” Copia growls, muscling in between the two of you with the picnic basket. You give the Papas a wave and you smile as you hear Secondo chastising Terzo on the way out. 

“By the way,” you say as you walk side by side down the hall, “you look delicious today.”

Copia scoffs but his ears turn red all the same.

“If I didn’t know any better, amore, I’d say you have eh, a thing for men of the cloth.”

Now it’s your turn to go red but you still grin at him.

“Now why would you think you know any better?” you purr, reaching out to squeeze his ass. The act has him gasping in faux-scandalization.

“Amore, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he says as you approach the front doors to the abbey.

“Later, then,” you wink and the two of you cross the threshold to make your way to his car. It’s beautiful out, as you thought it would be, but as you slide into the passenger seat you clock thunderclouds on the horizon.

“So where are you taking me?” you ask as he pulls out and down the driveway.

“I know a spot,” he smiles.

“Oh?” you turn towards him and rest your arm on the back of the seat, “Take all your girls here, huh?”

That makes him laugh out loud.

“Only the very special ones. So that is to say no one but you. I used to drive out here when I first started living here so I could clear my head and get away from the clergy drama. It’s been a while since I’ve made it out here. Too many eh, obligations now.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, reaching out to stroke his hair, “You deserve more days off. I’ve always said you’re the hardest working person in the abbey.”

He smiles softly.

“Second-most employee of the month awards,” he says, puffing out his chest.

“Oh Cardinal,” you coo, “Competency is very sexy, I–wait, second? Who has the first?”

“Eh, some guy named Kevin. Or Jesus. Depends who you ask.”

The two of you travel in silence for another fifteen minutes before Copia turns down a dirt road. The car comes to a stop next to a small, grassy clearing and he puts it in park before slapping his thighs.

“Here we are,” he announces and you both step out. As you move further into the grass while Copia takes the basket out of the trunk, you note a picturesque stream weaving in between the large oak trees. You inhale deep - it’s been a while since you’ve been out in nature - and the myriad of scents and sounds refresh you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, as he stands beside you. You nod and turn to take the blanket from him. You move closer to the water’s edge and spread it out, plopping down on the plush greenery. With a groan he takes a seat beside you and you begin doling out your meal. Your conversation is…lovely. Worlds away from the one you had in bed last night. You’re swapping childhood tales when you’re reminded of Secondo’s words from earlier.

“So what’s this thing with you and tomatoes?” you ask, popping an almond into your mouth.

“Eugh,” Copia says in between chews of bread, “Fucking Terzo. I don’t like raw tomatoes - never have. And yes I know, I know I make a poor Italian but when I was little, I don’t know maybe eight or nine, and Terzo was older - the right age to act like a little shit - he took a tomato from the gardens and chased me around the abbey with it. I was crying, he was laughing and when he finally caught me and smushed the tomato into my mouth I broke free, gagging. Before I could make it to the nearest bathroom I puked all over this ancient cardinal who had the misfortune of standing nearby.”

“Oh no,” you say, covering your mouth, “Copia that’s awful!”

“It gets worse,” he says, smiling despite his words, “This cardinal - his name was Carlo Udinesi - stood there filled with rage and told me, ‘you will never come to anything within this Ministry, ratto bastardo.’ He died not long after that. I remember his funeral and I remember wondering if my puke is what had pushed him over the edge.”

“Ominous,” you say with a laugh, “And not to bring up last night but very Damien Thorn of you, my love.”

“It was, wasn’t it? That’s where I got my tattoo from, you know.”

You tear into a piece of sourdough.

“I had wondered,” you smile, “Just chalked it up to you being a horror fan but I love it even more now.”

“It was a bit of both. Terzo convinced–”

You feel a large, heavy drop land on the back of your hand, followed by another, and another. As the two of you were engrossed in conversation you hadn’t noticed the storm clouds rolling over your heads.

“Shit,” you sigh, “we better pack up.”

Copia nods and stuffs the remainder of his piece of bread in his mouth, rising to his feet with you. Before you know it the sky opens up as you’re putting the food back in the basket.

“Cazzo!” Copia shouts as you ball the blanket up and he gestures for you to hand it to him, “Get in the backseat, I’ll put this shit in the trunk!”

By the time you make it back to the car and open the door, throwing yourself inside, you’re soaked. Copia joins you a minute later and slams the door, panting.

“Good thing you didn’t wear your paints today, huh?” you grin, “You’d have looked like a drowned raccoon.”

He reaches down and pinches your thigh.

“Very funny, amore. I think I would have looked eh, metal.”

“Oh I’ve hurt your feelings,” you murmur, “let me make it up to you.”

It takes some finagling but you’re able to pull yourself up and swing your leg over his lap to straddle him. 

“Signorina, in the backseat?”

You smile wickedly.

“Mmhmm. Want you in the backseat like I wanted it New Year’s Eve on the way to dinner. Besides, how am I meant to resist when you look like this.”

Your fingers make quick work of the top few buttons of his shirt and his hands come to rest on your ass and squeeze.

“When I look like this? Amore,” he growls, leaning forward to lick a stripe up your neck that has you shivering, “almost told the brothers to fuck off so I could have you on the counter in this sweet little dress earlier, huh? Little tease.”

He captures your lips in a lewd kiss, tongues sliding against each other in a way that has you whimpering into his mouth. When you finally have to separate for breath he grins up at you.

“Ah, this is a familiar sight, eh dolcezza? Speaking of New Year’s Eve.”

You giggle warmly and nod, pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck. When your teeth drag along the sensitive skin there you feel his cock kick against you.

“Cazzo, diavoletta mia. Have you–ah–have you always been so hungry for me?”

You pause in your efforts to suck a mark into his throat and pull back.

“Always.” you breathe, flexing your hips against him, “Wanted you from the moment I met you.”

“Likewise,” he sighs as you reach down to fiddle with his belt, button, and zipper, “when you walked into my office that day, unholy fuck. P-pretty little thing and so sweet. I k-knew you were special immediately.”

“Well,” you say, easing the thick length of him out of his underwear and rubbing your thumb against the head, making him gasp, “we were made for each other after all, hmm? Destined for one another. Destined,” you murmur as you shift the gusset of your soaked underwear to the side, rubbing your cunt on him, “to love and protect and fuck. So says your Unholy Father.”

Copia’s mouth hangs open as you raise yourself onto your knees and position him at your entrance, impaling yourself upon him with agonizing slowness. When you finally have all of him encapsulated in your tight, wet heat, he moans and his hands slide under the hem of your dress as a prayer is pushed from his lips.

“Ave Sathanas.”

Your breath comes in little pants as you cup the side of his face and run your thumb along his sideburn.

“Ave Sathanas,” you murmur, “for giving me you.”

Gently you ease yourself off him and take him back in, your mouths sharing breath. You’re trembling as you set a rhythm, riding him with increasing force as you moan wantonly. Between the rain and your actions, the windows of the LeSabre have become steamy and it only reinforces the filthiness of your act.

“Amata mia,” Copia grunts, thrusting up into you in time with each roll of your hips and making you see stars, “w-wore this pretty dress for me on p-purpose, huh? W-wanted this all along.”

Your laugh is breathy and borderline hysterical as you bounce on his cock.

“Mmm fuck–knew you’d love it. I was–ah–gonna fuck you outside on the blanket til the r-rain came. This is even b-better.”

The last word comes out of your mouth in a higher octave as you pant and whine, your thighs burning even as Copia massages them. When one of his hands slip between your legs, his thumb making tight circles over your clit, your back arches and thrusts your breasts into his face. Not missing a beat, he leans forward and sucks at your nipple through the thin fabric, eventually losing patience. Growling, he takes his unoccupied hand and tugs the strap and the front of the dress down until you’re falling out, his hungry mouth latching onto your hardened bud. Your eyes roll back as he plays you like a fiddle - cock pumping into you, fingers on your clit, lips on your breast - moaning into the humid air inside the car as you cling to him. He pulls off you to gasp for air, groaning.

“Cazzo, d-dolcezza, you’re close I can f-feel it.”

He’s right, with every rut of your hips and swipe of his thumb your cunt clenches around the thick length of him. He begins murmuring to you in Italian and you catch a few words here and there - good girl, perfect girl, mine - and when you look down into his eyes he gazes up at you with such raw adoration it pushes you over the edge. You don’t even realize you’re crying until his hands are on your cheeks, swiping away the tears as you ride out your orgasm. 

“L-look at me, amore mio,” he breathes, and you do as he asks, cupping his face in your hands. You watch as his jaw hangs open and his breaths come short and sharp, pupils blown as he fucks up into you one, two, three more times and cums with more of a wail than a moan. 

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing your damp forehead to his, “I love you, I love you, I love you no matter what.”

You know your grip on him has to be borderline painful and when he reaches up to take your hands in his and press them to his lips, you sob.

“Thank you,” his voice is small, and he sounds like he’s holding back on tears of his own. “Amore mio, thank you. Sei il mio tutto. I would do anything for you. Anything.”

You hiccup and nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him close. His hands roam your back, tracing patterns as you breathe in the faint orange blossom scent of what remains of his hair pomade. You’re not sure how long the two of you sit like this - until your thighs start to ache and long after he’s gone soft inside you - but when you finally pull apart the way he looks at you brings a small smile to your face.

“We uh,” you sniffle, inelegantly wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “we should probably get back.” Your words are punctuated with a full body shiver that has him tutting and easing you out of his lap.

“You’re going to catch a cold like this, dolcezza. Half naked, hair wet. I’ll get you back to where it’s warm.”

“Grazie, nonna,” you murmur, giving him a wink before opening the car door. It’s still pouring outside but the fresh air after the humidity of the vehicle is nice, and it smells wet and green out. You don’t even mind getting a little more damp as you move to the passenger seat and Copia slides in beside you, eyes a little dewy.

“I eh, I don’t think I said it back but…I love you too.”

“I know.”

He chuckles.

“Okay Han Solo. I just have to say it out loud sometimes, huh? If only to remind myself that I uh, have somebody to love, sì?”

“My love, I will never complain about hearing it. It’s nice to be loved. Even though I’m um…still not really used to it, you know?”

You try to muffle the shiver that shakes you but Copia’s sharp eyes have caught it and he’s fretting again as he starts the car.

“Well get used to it, amore, because I’m gonna be so annoying about it I–”

The two of you look out the windshield. Or…try to. The glass is entirely fogged over from your activities and you let out a bark of laughter as Copia sighs heavily.

“There’s a rag in the glove compartment, can you…”

“On it.”

–

The two of you make it back to the abbey eventually, laughing as you run through the rain from the row of garages to the front door. When you step inside the marble entrance, it’s chilly and you grip Copia’s hand and start to drag him in the direction of your apartment.

“Come on, bello mio, let’s go dry off and put a movie on and…what’s wrong?”

Copia has stopped in his tracks and is staring straight ahead at the figure marching towards the two of you. You’d know the clack of those heels anywhere and your blood runs cold as Sister Imperator approaches, lips twisted in a disapproving grimace.

“I was under the impression that you two were under the weather. What a miraculous recovery you’ve made.”

You glance sideways at Copia, whose face is a mask. His eyes though, are filled with fire.

“So I took a personal day. Frankly, Sister, I think I deserve it every once in a while.”

“You have obligations, Cardinal.”

“Oh? And spending time with my Sathanas-approved mate isn’t one of those obligations?”

Imperator pulls back as if she’s been slapped and your heart sinks. Yes, the two of you had planned on confronting her about her demands but you wanted to be able to talk first. Plan. So much for being prepared.

“Both of you, my office, now,” she says, deadly quiet before turning on her heel and walking away.

Copia gives your hand a squeeze and when you look at him with anxiety written all over your face, his brows furrow.

“Together,” he murmurs.

“Together,” you confirm.

Sister Imperator doesn’t wait for the two of you, simply anticipating that you will obey her and follow. When Copia opens her office door she’s sitting behind her desk, hands folded on the surface and a venomous look on her face. The two of you sit down opposite her and she eyes your still clasped hands with disdain.

“I think this goes without saying but you’re fired,” she states curtly while looking at you. Your jaw drops and heart plummets but Copia barks out a harsh laugh.

“No, she isn’t,” he says, a faint sneer playing along his lips. “Because if you fire her, I’m leaving the church. And you can’t lose your precious pawn, can you…madre?”

She’s looking at you once again, her face pale and drawn.

“You–you told him everything? After I said–”

“How could I not?” you say and you hate the way your voice shakes, “How could you tell me all of that and expect me to keep it to myself? To suffer in silence with that knowledge about the only man I’ve ever loved? How could you think he didn’t deserve–”

“Your suffering means nothing to me, girl,” Imperator spits and Copia looks enraged.

“Her suffering is everything to me and you will not speak to her like that, capisci? How could you be so cruel to the woman your son loves? To tell her she was chosen to be a broodmare regardless of her personal desires?”

“She can be replaced,” she says, looking over to Copia desperately. “Cardi, we found her, we can find another.”

“Find…another…?” he says, blinking at her. “She’s…she’s not a broken toy that can be discarded and…how could you say such a thing?”

A silence descends on the room, punctuated by you sniffling and angrily wiping tears away.

“I love your son,” you say, voice cracking, “I would do anything for him. He knows this. I love him not in spite of what he is but because of everything he is. He’s a good man, a devoted cardinal. But he deserves better than to be pushed around on the Ministry chessboard his whole fucking life. He’s forty-nine years old, Sister. That’s forty-nine years you could have spent acting like his mother - caring for him like a mother would. But you–”

“Don’t you dare presume to tell me what I have and have not done,” Imperator says quietly, icily. “Do you think I wanted it to be like this? That after I gave birth I wanted him to be wrenched from my arms and treated like an orphan? To be told by Ministry officials that I was just a vessel and my claim on him was null?”

You blink back tears and with some surprise you realize she’s doing the same. You’ve never seen her so upset and judging by Copia’s face, neither has he.

“I’m sorry.” you murmur, “Sister, I am so, so sorry they put you through that. It’s not right and you deserved better.”

A tense silence settles between the three of you.

“Does my amore not deserve better?” Copia says softly. “Does she not deserve to have autonomy over her own body, as the Olde One deems? I’ll play my part, but spare her this horror. Let her stay by my side as an equal partner, let me keep her safe. Consider this the only favor I’ll ever ask of you, mother.”

Sister Imperator fishes a handkerchief out of her pocket and wipes at her cheeks, eyes avoiding both of you. When she finally does look at you, there’s something deeply sorrowful in her gaze.

“I wish your father was more like you,” she says, glancing over to Copia after a moment. “Maybe things would have been different.”

“My…my father…?”

“Don’t be silly, Cardi, I’m sure you pieced the puzzle together by now. You were conceived in a ritual involving Papa Nihil being possessed by the Unholy Father.”

So Copia was right. You look over to him and his face is twisted in anguish, devastated to receive confirmation on what he suspected his whole life. You take his hand in both of yours and squeeze tight. Imperator’s gaze flicks between you both and she lets out a heavy sigh.

“Okay,” she says to herself softly, as if making up her mind about something, “Okay. Plans…plans can be changed. In the end this…setback…affects very little, I suppose. I’ll have to speak to Mr. Psaltarian and the rest of the Council about this but…yes this should work.”

The weight in your stomach begins to lift and Copia looks over to you.

“You’ll respect my wishes, then?” you ask tentatively.

“Yes. Yes, dear I believe you’ll–everything will be fine.”

Dear. Well it’s a significant upgrade from girl, that’s for sure.

“Thank you,” Copia says, “Sister. Mother. Whatever. Thank you.”

She nods, but she looks preoccupied with other thoughts.

“Why don’t you two take the rest of the week? Give you a chance to clear your heads. I-I understand this has been a lot to digest.”

“I eh, thought I had obligations?”

Imperator gives Copia a tired look, perhaps the most motherly you’ve seen her thus far.

“I thought you deserved time off, Cardi? If not I can always send you the budget for–”

“Eh, no. We’ll take it. Thank you, Sister.”

The two of you rise and Copia leaves but you stand in place looking at the woman before you.

“Thank you,” you say so quietly, you’re not even sure she heard it until she nods. She opens her mouth to speak but shuts it again, clearly second guessing what she was about to say as she waves you out. When you shut the door behind you, Copia is leaning against the hallway wall and staring at the floor.

“Hey,” you murmur, fingers reaching out to brush his side, “you okay?”

He inhales deep and exhales through his mouth before reaching for you.

“I’ve never spoken like that to her before. Pretty sad, huh? Almost fifty and–”

“My love, you were wonderful,” you say, gathering him into your arms, “I’ve never seen you so furious, it was magnificent.”

His shoulders shake in your embrace and for a heartbreaking moment you think he’s sobbing but when you pull away he’s got a grin on his face.

“Amore, you make me so brave,” he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and placing a kiss on your forehead. You chuckle, putting your hands over his.

“Do you think…” you murmur, lips twitching into a smile and he cocks his head, “do you think when Meatloaf was singing about doing anything for love but not that, the ‘that’ was having the Antichrist’s baby because–”

“Sathanas, you only just dodged this bullet and now you’re making jokes? Incredibile.”

Chortling, he starts to walk down the hall and you loop your arm through his.

“Leave me alone, it’s how I process trauma. And I no longer think your mom actively wants to murder me in my sleep so I’m celebrating a win here, love. But…would you really have left the church for me? Did you mean that?”

Copia stops and turns to you.

“Assolutamente. In a heartbeat. A life here without you in it would be meaningless, amore. You are all that matters to me now and if that means finding a new job and a new home, well. With you I can do anything. And don’t you worry, I would never let her hurt you. Never,” he goes quiet for a moment and then speaks again, “Makes you wonder, though, you know. About what she has in store for me.”

“Hey,” you stop him, arms on his biceps, “whatever it is it’s your choice. It’s your life. No one is destined to fulfill any kind of contract, not even you. Whatever you choose, I’ll be right here beside you.”

He smiles, nudging your chin with his thumb.

“Let’s go take a hot bath, huh?”

You groan.

“Oh that sounds divine. And put on Mystery Science Theater 3000?”

“Which episode, though?”

“Antichrist’s choice tonight.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Manos.”

“The Hands of Fate? Classic. Hey, is it weird I always had a thing for Dr. Forrester?”

Copia stops in his tracks and you look at him innocently.

“Maybe it’s the whole evil thing. And the mustache.”

He calls you a name in Italian under his breath and you spend the rest of the walk back to your apartment begging him to divulge it. When the two of you reach the door he finally breaks.

“I said ‘birichina mia’.”

“And what does that mean?”

He sighs.

“Eh, ‘my naughty little one’.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and you bite your lip while opening the door to your quarters.

“Get that bath started and I’ll show you just how naughty I can get, hmm?”

Copia grins at you wickedly.

“Twice in one afternoon? You spoil me, amore.”

“Hmm I suppose I do,” you say airily, lifting the hem of your damp sundress over your head and tossing it onto the floor. Copia’s eyes go wide as you pinch at your pebbled nipples and he backs clumsily into the doorway of your bedroom.

“Well go on,” you purr, shimmying out of your underwear. “Get to it, Your Eminence.”

You’ve never seen him move so fast as he hustles into your bathroom, untucking his shirt along the way. By the time the two of you are slumped over and spent much later in the now tepid bathwater, he’s softly singing something in your ear while your eyes drift closed.

“Is that one of Terzo’s songs? ‘Bible’?”

“Eh, yeah,” he sounds sheepish so you reach behind you to scratch his scalp soothingly.

“You’ve got a nice voice, my love. We should do karaoke one night.”

He chuckles.

“Oh no, I’m not built for performing, amore. Too much pressure.”

“Who knows,” you murmur, leaning back against him, “you might surprise yourself one day, hmm?”

[tsuutarr]

⚠️this is a yandere oc (and i only like yanderes in fiction dw lmfao)⚠️

More info under cut!!

Jiu is your childhood friend -- he's always been more soft spoken as a child, so you often stood up for him and supported him.

He has an extremely strict father who thinks that boys can't dress up/be pretty/etc. (toxic masculinity vibes) but you've supported him and let him indulge in his interests (which is why he likes you so so so much).

When he was around 15, he began creating a social media presence and now has enough money to live alone (so he doesn't have to contact his father).

Initially, Jiu dressed up in feminine clothes/as a woman because he just felt that women had more fashion options, but then he realized it came with the added benefit of chasing away any guy you were interested in. He was manipulative enough that he could get the guys you crushed on to crush on his female persona instead.

Jiu uses he/him pronouns but is pretty flexible with being called they/them/she/her (especially when he dresses up)

He likes to work out, so he's actually deceptively strong -- you wouldn't know it at first glance.

He can play the piano very well, but has an awful singing voice. His speaking voice is also very nice, so most people are surprised to hear that he can't sing.

He's a huge foodie! He'll go to a bunch of food places because he likes to eat, not just for his social media content.

He's the type to always compliment you + think about you lol whenever he sees something he thinks will suit you, he buys it so he can give it to you!

Yandere wise, he's more a manipulative, cunning yandere than a violet one. BUT he can get violent with other people (never with you). Usually, if he's gonna do something dangerous, he wears a disguise; but he also is really good at manipulating social media and kind of ruining someone's life in that manner too.

thanks for reading my thought dump lol! If you wanna interact with him/ask me about him or something feel free to!

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Thoughts about Ascended Astarion! (This is a long one, and I'm not trying to change anyones opinion, just highlighting the fact that the player is in complete control of the situation at all times. This game is about choices.) First off, I don't usually prefer to ascend him. But I love all versions of Astarion. His character is so well written and all of his arcs deserve praise and attention no matter what your personal opinion of them are. The devs did an incredible job. If any parts of his arc (ascended or spawn) make you uncomfortable, then romancing him isn't for you. If the dynamic between AA and your character makes you feel scared or upset, don't ascend him. That dynamic is supposed to be 100% consentual. He's a tough nut to crack and his story can be very triggering. I myself broke down a few times hearing him talk about what he went through. There are other companions with lovely character development that you can choose. When people go "ugh he's ruined I didn't want this" My dear, with all due respect. This is the dark fantasy romance option. Emphasis on the fantasy. You didn’t get his approval by being nice. It's not like he's the only option. You chose to romance the vampire. The game warns you of what exactly you're about to do multiple times. You willingly help him murder thousands of people for freedom. A vampire who was a literal slave for longer than he was even alive for just got a MASSIVE amount of power. Were you expecting he was gonna just be a good guy now? He has had NOTHING for so long. His entire life trajectory changed within moments. He’s still figuring himself out. You as the player are still completely in charge. He owes everything to you and he knows that. You can walk away at literally any point. He asks you to kneel and obey to establish trust and a dynamic. To confirm this is what you want. YOU CAN SAY NO. Then, he gets right down on the floor with you. He's either gentle or rough based on your choice. If you don't like the vibe just break up with him at that point like he literally lets you do. Or, even just reload the save. But just remember. "That's what you want, isn't it?". When Astarion ascends, Neil says it best. His mask is off and he's allowed to be at his most terrible with no fear. He doesn't have to perform or be aloof as a distraction from the pain anymore. He was never good aligned. But now, he has the power and ability to give himself and his favourite person the life he thinks they wanted. Otherwise why would you ascend him? His love language becomes acts of service and gifts. He ADORES tav to almost obsession. He's always doting on them and calling them his. The ritual only amplifies that. "but what about what he says if you convince him not to go through with it?"

He’s not lying. He knows tav saved him from himself. It is technically the “good” ending. But that’s not what matters here. The ascension is for characters who are not good aligned. It is for characters that are just as much of a power hungry monster as ascended Astarion is. They want to be a monarch that rules the world over. It’s a role playing thing. Is it wrong? That’s for you to decide for yourself. Not others.

"but what about karlach? He's a massive jackass to her when he ascends" ...Yes. He's not a good guy. Karlach is basically the goodest character in the game. It won't work. And if you do break up with him, he lashes out and says some extremely hurtful things. Because you just broke his heart. It's a perfectly normal response from someone being completely blindsided. He thought you wanted this. You said you wanted this. After everything you both did you get here, he feels betrayed. Not even to mention ascended Astarion does not make you just a regular spawn. You quite literally become his vampire spouse. He thanks you for putting your trust in him. Then eventually you become a true vampire with time. He wants to make sure tav doesn't go insane after being turned. If you wanna learn more about vampire spouses in DnD I highly reccomend doing some google searches. It's fascinating. Is ascending him the right thing to do? No, but it's not "wrong". The game doesn't work that way. Is keeping him a spawn the right thing to do? Maybe, if your character thinks it is. Either route has their sets of pros and cons. It's up to you which ones you think work for your playthrough.

I almost always convince him not to go through with the ritual. But ascended Astarion + durge is a power couple and the vibes are immaculate for evil runs. Just have fun with the game! The devs made all these character arcs for you to explore! Thanks for reading <3

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sorcerer!reader, they’re both still in jjhigh, geto involvement, revenge / blackmail mention, pet play, sex toys, gojo is meanie, degradation, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day fourteen [ gojo satoru + pet play ] // one of three very special pieces dedicated to very special people! this one is for @arabaka 💚 love love you jackie!!

if you would’ve known Satoru had a pet play kink, you never would have agreed to this stupid bet. hell, you knew before you agreed that you probably going to lose, but you couldn’t help but at least try to knock his arrogant ass down a peg or two. still, even though your failure was almost guaranteed, you never thought the penalty would be so… humiliating.

“G—gonna get me… exprrrled—�� it was difficult to talk, because every time you tried to form words, no matter how muffled or distorted they were, you drooled around the bone-shaped silicone gag strapped tight between your teeth.

your eyelids fluttered when he tugs on the leash, tightening the chain-collar around your throat and bringing your attention up to where he sat, sprawled in his desk. his long legs outstretched. “Only if you get caught.” Gojo chuckles as he says this, giving your collar another rough tug. “Now, look cute and obedient for the cameras, pup.”

a handful of flashes went off at once as your classmates encircled you, capturing this incredibly humiliating moment in snapshots to no doubt blackmail you with later. Geto seems particularly amused by seeing you on the floor on your knees, drooling in little but your panties and a leash. he snapped picture after picture, getting one from every angle, as Gojo uses his grip on your lead to make you pose. you thought maybe it was because when he had tried to kiss you last year, you’d gut-punched him.

maybe Gojo had been plotting this sort of revenge against you since you rejected his best friend. or, maybe he was just this deranged.

your eyes watered.

it wasn’t because of the flashes or even the choker, but the relentless, humming vibe stuffed in your panties. the battery chamber juts out in a tent of wet fabric, keeping the phallic dildo jammed and rotating in your clenching canal, and the flickering bunny ears teasing your clit until your eyes crossed, and your cunt started to dribble juices on the floor beneath where you sat. “I wonder how many times my bitch has cum already.” Gojo snickered, mischievous as he pushes at your back with the toe of his shoe, forcing you on all fours instead of your knees. you slurred out a moan, thighs trembling, and press your chest to the floor, reluctantly obedient for him. “Enough to ruin her panties and make a mess of this floor. Aren’t you embarrassed, puppy? To be so messy and needy?”

you nod, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really care if you are.

“S-srrrtorruuu…” you groan, eyes rolling back when he leans forward and grabs the base of the toy, jiggling it tauntingly through your panties. “N-nrrr mrrr…”

“Hmm? What’s that, puppy?” he teases, leaning closer still, as if trying to decipher what you’re saying. you look up at him weakly, spit and tears mixing on the floor beneath your chin, and repeat the plea for this humiliating moment to end. but he beams with delight, and gives your ass a swat. “Sounds like you want something. Well, you know what good puppies do, don’t you? They beg. Go on, be a good, slutty pup and nuzzle me, beg for your treats and I might just let our friends get some nice shots of you bent over the desk, taking my cock and your favorite toy in your greedy hole.” as he says this, he runs his hand along your face instead, and much to your own surprise, you do just what he asks. you tried to tell yourself it was out of the hope that if you did what he wanted, he’d go easy on you, but the truth was much more depraved than that. you were starting to like being his little bitch. rubbing your wet cheek against his palm, you mewl and bat your eyelashes.

“P-pleasseee… gov mrrr treats!”

[lunajay33]

Just Us🩶

Summary: In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

A/n: This story starts when the group is on the road after Terminus but I’m gonna make y/n and Carl 18 just to speed along the story!! This is also my first Carl Grimes series! This story includes 18+ scenes, pregnancy and more

•Masterlist•

The prison felt like home, a place where we could make permanent and we did…..for a short while but then the governor came along ruining everything splitting my family up in every direction but who ever above was on our side and we found each other. We worked together and escaped and survived Terminus and now here we all were….well who survived, we lost Beth and the next day we lost Tyrese, it was hard on us all but especially Daryl, Maggie and Sasha but we still had our group that had to be worth something right?

We were walking down a road that felt like it went on forever, all the cars empty of gas, no food, barely any water, just us scattered on the road and the hot Georgia sun beating down on us

“Hey you doing okay?” Carl asked nudging my shoulder

“Oh ya I’ll be fine, just……hungry, how this beautiful little bean?” I asked rubbing Judith’s cheek as she was in Carls arms

“She doing pretty good, she’s small enough she doesn’t need much food plus she’s not burning it off cause she’s being carried all day” he said as he adjusted her

“I can take her for a while” I said holding my arms out for her to give Carl a break

“You sure?”

“Of course you know I love babies” I said smiling as I held her to my chest as she babbled nuzzling against me

“I think she likes you more than me” Carl laughed

“I must just have that motherly vibe she wants” I said teasing him knowing how protective he was of her

Carls Pov

Seeing y/n hold Judith made my heart beat fast, she’s been my best friend since grade 2 and having her be with me during all this chaos was a blessing, she was my light and peace through all the gore and despair

But along the way, I don’t know when but she changed from being my fun loving best friend to this woman who was beautiful and caring and would do anything for the ones she loved, but I couldn’t ruin what we had not in this world

But the image before me, my little sister in her arms, and how quickly Judith took to her as if she was her mother, y/n always had that caring motherly aura about her even at the prison she’d try to help the kids but now we were 18 and maybe I wanted more with her maybe with this little time we had I should tell her

Y/n Pov

Carl had been glancing at me all day, I had caught him a few times and his cheeks would become beet red and I thought it was adorable, I’ve always found Carl charming in his own way, he was kind and always made me feel included when we were younger, and when people came back from the dead he became very protective and it just made me even more fond of him plus he’s insanely cute so that’s a plus

The group found a barn to sleep in for the night it was nice compared to sleeping in the wide open, atleast this was a bit of shelter and a layer of protection even if it was old

Everyone was scattered around, I was sitting by the little fire with Carl, Rick, Daryl and Michonne while Judith was still in my arms sleeping soundly against my chest

“You tired?” Carl asked from beside me

“A little but I don’t wanna move and disturb Jude” I said as I gently played with her wispy hair

“Here lean on me” he said moving closer so I could lay my head in his shoulder

He laid his head on top of mine, he was taller so his shoulder was at a comfortable height so I wasn’t breaking my neck

“Thank you” I whispered feeling the tiredness fully from the days journey

He wrapped his arm around my back holding my waist and pulling me closer, then I felt him brushing my hair back keeping his hand on my cheek for a bit before he pulled it back

I looked up at him seeing the red was back on his cheeks that warmed my heart, our lips were so close I could feel him breathing

“I’ll protect you y/n, always��� he whispered running his hand back through my hair gripping it gently, I could feel my heart beat in my chest, my wrist, everywhere

“Carl promise me……..promise you’ll never leave me”

“I promise as long as you do the same, don’t know what I’d do with out my ray of sunshine” he said smiling as he laid his forehead against mine

This moment was so tender, loving and gentle I’d do anything to just stay in this little bubble of us forever but noooooo other people had to pop it

“Okay love birds calm down” Michonne said making some laugh as we both pulled back a bit blushing like crazy, I laid my head back on his shoulder a little embarrassed hearing Carl clear his throat obviously embarrassed as well

“Says you Michonne” Carl said and that shut her up as I saw Rick smile as he looked at her with such unspoken love, they were bound to be together

Even in when we were all in despair love was the only thing that kept us going, that kept us walking and searching for something, love is all we had and for me it was everything, my love for the group and my personal relationship I have with each one of them, and my deep love for Carl it made me feel safe knowing he was there

“Good night Carl”

“Good night sunshine”

I woke up the next morning finding myself in Carls arms with Judith still in mine cozy between our chests, everyone else still seemed to be asleep so I gently traced my finger over his cheek, his little freckles and tracing down to his pink lips feeling his little huff of air when he’d snore, everything he did made my heart swell more

“Having fun?” My heart jumped not expecting him to wake up

“Sorry I couldn’t help myself” I said hiding my face against his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back

“It’s fine, thought it was cute” he said laughing quietly under his breath

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat it” he said poking my side

“Fine…..”

“How’s Jude?” He asked looking down between us both seeing her curled up sucking her thumb

“Good, still as cute as a button” I said booping her nose lightly

It was silent as we both admired her, she was so naive to everything in the world and still has that wonder about her, she was lucky she had so many people love her

“I miss my baby sister, I remember when my parents brought her home she was so little I wouldn’t leave her side, I helped my mom take care of her, always couldn’t wait to have a baby of my own and now I don’t think I’ll get that and I don’t even know where my family is”

“I’m sorry, maybe they’re out there safe and if we find somewhere safe you can always have a baby don’t give up on that, i remember how you were with her is that why you spend so much time with Judith because it reminds you of Lily?” He asked as he rubbed my cheek

“Maybe…….i just miss her so much she was my best friend before you swooped in” I said trying to lighten the mood

“You know I’m glad you spilled your lunch on me that day, if not I’d never have met such a beautiful best friend”

“We don’t really act like best friends” I said feeling those butterflies in my stomach only he gave me

“Ya I suppose not, I just can’t help it…….do you not like it?”

“If I didn’t like it I would’ve told you Carl” I said smiling softly

Later that day a guy named Aaron found us, told us about this place called Alexandria and with some convincing Rick agreed and the next day we were rolling up to the gates of this supposedly safe protected community, I looked at Carl as he was sat next to me in the back of the car Rick was driving

“You ready?” He asked squeezing my hand

I nodded as I picked up Judith and we all got out gathering by the gate as it opened, showing a little town, unscathed this whole time, nice houses kids running around, the people looked clean but we were still a little wary

“Dianna will see you each and get to know the group but while you’re all waiting you can look around!” Aaron said as he and his husband left

Everyone had their interviews and after all that we found ourselves in a nice big house setting up bed in the living room

I laid down a big comforter and some pillows to make it more comfortable, Rick had taken Judith making me feel lonely, I was so use to holding her

“Mind if I sleep next to you” Carl said smiling as he started to make himself comfortable anyways

I laid down next to him facing each other as I lifted a throw blanket to cover us both up, everyone else was getting settled for bed as well around us still hearing the murmuring of little conversations

“Do you think we will be okay here?” I asked biting my lip nervously

“I don’t know……but I know that if we are all together then we will figure this out”

More parts to come! If you like this and wanna be notified of the next part lmk and I’ll add you to a taglist!!:)

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[schrodingers-deadbitch]

Half A Corpse

Chapter One

The soft hum of the radio filled the silent car ride, the four bodies inside somewhat anticipating what was to come. It had been a couple of days since they had left the ruins of Amity and were making their way to their new home in Gotham.

If any of them had their own way they would have stayed in Amity and mourned what they had lost. Every Amity Parker would have, even Dan. But with some prompting from none other than Clockwork, they all made their way to their new homes. Where was that? Wherever their hearts took them.

Most, like the Nightingale's, left for Gotham. Others, Metropolis. Some strayed from the trend and moved to places like Central City or even far into the countryside. But it was as Clockwork said, and they went where their hearts took them.

“This place smells of death.”

Jazz couldn't tell if her sister was complaining or not but she wouldn't blame her if she were.

“Haven't you been to Gotham before?” She asked, her eyes drifting upwards to the rear view mirror to look at Dani, only to see her sitting upside down. “Also if you keep that up I'll be the one going to jail not you.”

“It was actually the first place I went because I thought it was interesting,” She said while shifting herself into an upright position “but I could sense that it was someone's haunt so I didn't intrude.”

“Good thing you didn't. She doesn't have the ability to deal with many of the issues within her city but Lady Gotham is a powerful spirit nonetheless, and doesn't do well with outside ghosts.” Dan stated, putting down his book to give his full attention to his little sister.

“Well if that's the case why did she let us in?”

“Because Clockwork and I asked very nicely.” Danny yawned at her. He was still waking up from his nap. He was very, very tired.

Dani didn't ask any more questions. She was already off of that topic and was now observing the city around her. She was completely enamored. Fascinated by how well both the modern and gothic architecture complemented each other. To her (and probably everyone else in the car);

“It gives dark academia vibes, ya know! Just modern. And with lots of crime.” Her voice filled with awe and wonder.

“Excusing the fact that you've been on the internet too much as of late, it would have been better if there was a little more sunlight.”

They all couldn't have agreed more. True to every Gothamite's words, the sun did not shine in Gotham. And with all the smog, probably never will.

From there on the car ride was filled with convocation. Everyone had something to say about their new city. Their new home.

***

Danny never thought that he would be having a conversation with Sam about what it meant to be low-key but here he was.

“Yeah, I know you said that you wanted something low-key but there was no way I was going to let you guys live in some shabby apartment. So I bought a place and renovated it for you guys.”

Danny rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. “Yeah okay I thank you for that. But what's the cafe, book shoppy thing down bottom huh?”

“Well you guys said that you wanted to be self-sufficient.” Sam stated as if that would answer his question. Based on pure context alone it did.

"Sam, you know we literally live in a place called Crime. Alley. Right? I know we border the Narrows but that's not the point.”

She sighed. “You guys refused my help because you said it would ‘feel like using me’, “ Danny could just hear the air quotes from over the line, “but let's face it! Jazz is doing college full time and you and Dani will be going to school. The only person left to work in Dan. And no offense to him but he looks shady AF.”

A shout came from the other side of the house informing them that no offense was taken.

“Anyways,” she continued “Dan looks hella shady. And from what I can tell, no one's gonna hire a shady person. Especially if they come from Crime Alley or the Narrows. The only work he would probably get is from a shady garage or joining a gang and doing straight up crime.”

Danny sighed and shook his head, plopping himself into one of the beanbag chairs Sam furnished the house with. She had a point and she was also painting a clear image in his head about how that would work out.

“Besides, I set up a protection circle after renovations were finished and I've gotta say it's the best work I've done yet.”

He could feel Sam's pride through the phone. She was probably puffing up her chest like a peacock.

“Yeah I felt it coming in. I don't know shit about magic but I could tell that it was pretty good. What does it do again?”

The next hour was filled with endless chatter between the two. It became even longer once Tucker joined the conversation.

Jazz couldn't help but watch her little brother talk so animatedly with his friends. He just looked so happy. Like everything that had happened to them didn't even happen. It was kinda unnerving. What she was seeing here, the happy go lucky boy she saw in the orphanage all those years ago, and what she saw a couple back just wasn't adding up. That couldn't have been her brother. It couldn't. But it was.

Her breathing was becoming ragged as she started to shake. She sighed in relief feeling the presence of Dan beside her.

“He's going to remember, you know.” He said, handing her a cup of jasmine tea. She took it gratefully and Dan continued. “Clockwork said that the seals would break eventually-”

“He also said that he needed a trigger.” She snapped at him. After a moment of realization she apologized. He continued.

“CW doesn't do anything uncalculated Jazz I just want you to know that.”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, her voice quivering a bit.

“He had a whole life before he met you, Jazz. One he doesn't remember. That should say something sis.”

He walked away before she could say anything else.

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@epilepticnerd

@justwannabecat

@wind02summer

[enrichment-time-in-my-enclosure]

Chapter 2 - Truth or Dare

<-last-masterlist-next->

WARNINGS!!!!

Suggestive content, alcohol consumption, NSFW implications MDNI

Kirishima's room is huge. His whole dorm is huge, for that matter. It's laid out almost like an apartment, with a central living room and two bedrooms, one for him and one for his blonde, hotheaded roommate who you've just learned was named Bakugo, each with an attached bathroom.

Only 1A students were left at the gathering now, with you tagging along as the "guest of honor," as Kirishima had put it when you timidly opened the door to his bedroom to join the game of truth or dare he and Mina were currently setting up.

The timidity came from the fact that Kirishima's door was not the first one you had opened. You had been greeted by Katsuki Bakugo's displeased yell when you accidentally intruded on him, changing out of a shirt that an extremely drunk Denki had spilled some insane concoction of liquor and various juices on.

You had frozen in shock at the door, eyes locked on the bulging muscles of the future pro-hero's back.

Damn. If he wasn't such an asshole about everything, I would have a huge crush on him

You shook the drunken, ill-advised and altogether thirsty thought from your clouded brain and quickly exited the room before he could attempt to berate you further.

Now you were seated on the edge of Kirishima's bed, surrounded by people you barely knew, and about to play a game that you knew might put you in a few awkward situations.

"Hey h-hot stuuuffff.... you gonna plaaay with us?" you turn your head to see the same, very drunk Denki, who ruined Bakugo's t-shirt approaching your side, stumbling and slurring his words.

"You're this drunk, and it's only...11:30..." you read out to him from your phone, which was now pinging with several messages from various unknown numbers.

Who the hell is texting me this much?

"Sorry about him. He always gets this way. I'll get Jiro to force him to drink some water and sober up." The redheaded man whose bed you were currently sitting on thankfully thwarts Denki's intoxicated plan to try and flirt with you, guiding him to the kitchen while he whines in disappointment.

"Thanks, Kirishima. Poor guy definitely needs to take a break."

you decide to finally check your phone to see what all texts from unknown numbers was about while you wait for the game to start.

"Alright!! Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time to play the game of truth or dare!"

Mina's voice booms through the room, evoking excited jeers from the students who remained at the party.

"Today, we have a newbie! Not only is she new to UA, but she's never played truth or dare before! Like ever! In her entire life!"

The partygoers make various exaggerated noises of shock and cheer you on as you laugh along with them, your awkwardness having been eased by the alcohol and vibes.

"You're in for a wild ride, Dove," Kirishima says softly into your ear. "Promise I won't let them make you do anything you don't want to. That's just not my style."

You feel your face heat up at the proximity. His breath fanning against your neck and face. He smells nice, a little like beer and sweat, but mostly nice, and you're inclined to trust him as he scoots a little bit closer to you on his bed.

Mina begins to explain the rules to the group as a recap for them and an introduction for you. They're pretty simple; one person starts by asking whoever they want the question, "truth or dare." The person asked then picks their poison; if they pick truth, they must answer a "juicy" question (Mina's phrasing), and if they pick dare, they must complete a dare (obviously). The catch is that if you refuse to complete your challenge, you have to drink.

With bottles and solo cups in everybody's hands, the game starts.

"Mina," Kirishima starts, "truth or dare."

Mina ponders the question for a second before deciding, "Hmmmm... let's start this game off with a bang. Dare."

"I dare you to give the hottest person in the room a kiss on the cheek." Kirishima responds, leaning back on his elbows with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Alright, if you say so." Mina begins to walk slowly and dramatically across the circle to where you and Kirishima sit, inching closer and closer to Kirishima before turning her face at the last minute to plant a kiss on your face, leaving a pink lipstick mark on your cheek.

"My roomie is obvi the hottest here. No question." Mina giggles, sitting down as Kirishima pouts.

"Alright, my turn to ask then." Mina turns to look at Bakugo and daringly chooses him. "Boomboy. Truth or dare?"

"Truth. And don't call me that shit." He scoffs out, making Mina stifle a laugh.

"What's your body count?" The room goes quiet in anticipation of his response.

"That's a stupid question. Ask another."

"Thats not how the game works Kacchan."

"Fine. One." Bakugo replies, looking down into his drink and swirling the dark liquid.

"That's not true Kacchan. You have to tell the truth."

With that last comment, Izuku had properly pissed Bakugo off.

He takes a long drink from his cup, face contorting at the taste of the alcohol after, and continues on to his turn.

After a few rounds of chaotic fun, with Shinso being asked if he's ever used his quirk in bed (he chose to drink) and Kirishima being made to lift as many classmates as he could, finally, it was your turn to be asked a question.

"Dove, truth or dare."

"Truth, I'm not so confident I can handle a dare just yet."

"Who do you think has the hottest body in 1A?"

You stare back at (well, more like through) Hagakure who had chosen the question for you, then look around the room.

"Well, if we're talking girls, that's impossible. Everyone here is gorgeous."

"Guys then?" Hagakure keeps prying, trying to get you to spill something juicy.

"It's gotta be between Bakugo and Kirishima. I can't choose. Is that good enough?"

Both men's eyes go wide at your statement, with Kirishima sporting a bright pink blush and Bakugo turning away in embarrassment.

Kirishima suddenly feels completely sober looking at you. He knows he has a nice body; he works hard on it every single day. What surprised him wasn't the implications of your statement. It was the fact that you were saying it.

On the other side of the room, though he put on a tough face, Bakugo felt just a twinge of the same thing his best friend was feeling.

Except you were already next to Kirishima.

And this whole damn thing was way too stupid for him.

"My turn to ask!" You announce in delight, scanning the room for whoever would be your first victim.

"Sho, truth or dare?"

He thinks for a second before deciding his fate.

"Truth."

"I'm gonna go easy on you. Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?"

You were sure this would be a no-brainer for your stoic and driven best friend. For as long as you've known him, which is basically your entire life, he has never once expressed romantic feelings for anyone. He didn't even seem like the type to have time for a relationship.

Shoto Todoroki lifts his cup to his mouth and chooses to drink.

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A/N- Aaaaaaaa I promise this is gonna be a much slower burn than this chapter is making it out to be, I just wanted to establish some stuff right off the bat. I have a taglist now!!! So just lmk if you wanna be added.

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[oh-no-another-idea]

OC in Fifteen

Thanks so much for the (old!) tags, @indecentpause and @thegreatobsesso! You can see Darcey and Callie there if you'd like :) Filling this one out for Antonio West from Invisible Girl <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“An accident—” he stuttered, “Most unfortunate—and unintentional—you mustn’t think—”

“What,” he said, “None of you have stomachs? None of you eat?”

“I swear I wasn’t trying to get you killed when I invited you in here,” Antonio said, “It really was to show you the music piece.”

“Say,” Antonio said, setting his glass down. “Can you eat oysters? They’d be alive—they wouldn’t disappear! Just think of it, you’re eating, and everyone can see an oyster slipping and sliding down your invisible throat and into your stomach.”

Antonio laughed again. “Say—” he said, his opening to something rather dumb, Velia was learning. “You’re a hoot. I wish more people were like you.”

“You’re not a thing,” he said sharply.

Antonio turned and looked at Velia. “Blaspheme aside, you’re looking very nice, Madam God.”

“Not when I’m president,” Antonio muttered, but let the point drop.

“Boys, you’re ruining my confession,” Antonio interrupted, still on the floor and making a pinched face as though his head was bothering him.

“How dare you, Velia. I am the picture of thoughtful.”

“Yes, that was rather evocative, wasn’t it. I know I have a pen somewhere—” he looked back and forth, noticed the state of his bedclothes and went back to his beet sandwich. “Ah well. The best art can’t be captured.”

“Sir, are you familiar with this metal pole? May I further acquaint you with it?”

“Sorry,” Antonio said, not sounding very sorry at all. “But, I’ve always operated under honesty is the best whatchamacallit and all that.”

“Can we go back to me criticizing you?” Antonio asked hopefully.

“Sandwiches!” Antonio cried when they arrived, and immediately stood to unwrap and announce like the commentator at a horse race.

@leahnardo-da-veggie @pheita @paintedbutton @writingrosesonneptune @half-hell

@sleepyowlwrites @eccaiia @reneesbooks @ashen-crest @avrablake go wild!!! (if you'd like to)

[hunieday]

Re:vale - Dengeki Girl's Style February 2018 interview

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

This is an interview from 2018, which means it's been released before part 4!

Interviewer: Thank you so much for your hard work with the shooting and outfit change!

Interviewer: Without further ado, let's start the interview right away in this room. Pleased to work with you.

Momo: Yes! Pleased to work with you too!

Yuki: Likewise.

Interviewer: Congratulations on the release of your new single!

Momo: Thank you very much! Have you guys listened to our CD yet!?

Yuki: I don’t think so? I heard that it comes out at the same time as this magazine.

Momo: Hng! I can’t wait for everyone to listen to it soon!

Yuki: I’m sure they’ll be buying it along with "DENGEKI Girl'sStyle". Right, everyone?

Yuki: Oh, am I not allowed to ask like this?

Momo: Those kinda lines from you excite Momo-chan greatly.

Yuki: I know.

Momo: You know~~!

Yuki: And anyways, I’m sure whoever’s reading this interview right now is already our fan.

Momo: That would be awesome! After all, the cover of the February issue of "DENGEKI Girl'sStyle" is...

Yuki: The cover is...?

Momo: We, Re:vale, were in charge of it!

*Applause*

Yuki: It's an honor to be chosen for the first cover of the new year.

Interviewer: The honor is ours to be able to work with Re:vale! Thank you very much.

Interviewer: How was the photoshoot for the cover?

Momo: The shoot used props that had New year’s vibes! Especially Yuki's fan!

Yuki: That's true.

Momo: The outfits we wore were cool, but Yuki holding the fan looked like a timeless hunk, which was awesome!

Yuki: Thank you... But isn’t “timeless” a bit of an exaggeration?

Momo: Really? You were in a good mood, talking like a lord during the shoot!

Yuki: Well, I might have said stuff like "approach at once" because of the fan.

Momo: And then I said "I shall approach immediately~!" and moved closer!

Yuki: I feel like I looked more evil than usual on the cover, but that's probably because I was getting into the role of an evil dictator.

Momo: Ahaha! Don’t worry, Yuki is handsome even as a villain!

Yuki: Thank you.

Momo: But if someone was intrigued by the cover with us on it and picked it up, won’t we startle them!?

Momo: Re:vale is always full of surprises!

Yuki: Just don't step on the gas too hard.

Momo: I'll make sure to hit the brakes!

Interviewer: I think your interactions would be an enjoyable read!

Momo: I’m glad!

Yuki: Then let's continue with our usual selves.

Momo: Yup!

Interviewer: Please carry on!

Interviewer: Now, please tell us about the songs you recorded for the album and what we can look forward to in it.

Momo: The lead song "NO DOUBT" is the theme song for the "Mission" movie Yuki’s starring in, so many of you might’ve heard it in commercials or something?

Yuki: We approached the song with a high level of production, including the music video. Please listen to it.

Momo: You should definitely watch it if you haven’t yet! The MV was crafted with the world of "Mission" in mind.

Momo: Yuki's role as a detective is super handsome!

Yuki: My role as a detective is directly carried from the drama so it's not that fresh. Momo's role as a mischievous criminal is probably more refreshing, right?

Momo: Ehehe! As Yuki mentioned, Momo-chan also appears as a mischievous criminal!

Yuki: Because it’s a Re:vale MV, it has to be Momo and I.

Momo: Thanks, it was nerve-wracking though~! I didn’t want to ruin the “Mission” world Yuki had built!

Yuki: You say that, but I wasn't worried. In fact everyone in the production team praised the MV when they saw it.

Momo: Really!? That's a relief!

Yuki: The B-Side track "Taiyo no Esperanza" is a passionate song with a bit of a Latin flavor, which I think will give the listener a fresh feeling.

Momo: The outfits are also styled based on the image of a bullfighter, with red and black as the main colors!

Yuki: Yeah. The instrumentals, lyrics, and outfits are provocative and unusual for Re:vale.

Momo: At the risk of sounding conceited, I think listening to it will greatly motivate you!

Yuki: Indeed. I'd be happy if it could inspire you to do your best.

Momo: Everyone, please support Re:vale's new single~!

Interviewer: I'm looking forward to listening to it even more now! Thank you very much!

Interviewer: Now, let me ask the next question. As the cold days stretch on, could you please tell us your recommended way to spend them?

Momo: He-he-he! Let Momo-chan give you a direct answer!

Momo: My recommendation is to have Yuki make a delicious hot pot and eat it together, warming both your heart and body!

Yuki: That's an experience only Momo can have.

Momo: Oh right… I recommend it, but only I can experience this precious feeling…

Yuki: So you want me to do it for someone other than you?

Momo: Ugh...

Momo: I want to say there's no way, but while Yuki’s mine you are also everyone else's... I can’t be greedy...ughhh…

Yuki: Are you seriously struggling with this?

Momo: Umm, everyone should have hot pot with their loved ones! That's all!

Yuki: Haha, you sure put an end to that question.

Momo: Momo-chan will make you cook it again today!

Yuki: I didn't know that.

Interviewer: So you’re eating Yuki-san’s hot pot tonight...! I’m jealous of you.

Interviewer: Finally, please give a message to all the readers!

Momo: Yes, yes! Thank you for always supporting Re:vale! We were featured on the cover of a magazine so early in the New Year and released a new CD thanks to you!

Momo: ...But, since it’s still December right now as we speak, they haven't been released yet! Um, I believe it's been released by now without trouble!

Momo: We'll do our best together this year too, so please continue supporting Re:vale!

Yuki: Momo said everything, so I'll keep it short. I hope you’ll listen to a lot of Re:vale's music this year as well.

Interviewer: Thank you both very much!

The End.

[universalcowboyclown2006]

Headcanons about California (Long text):

• California is a white latino.

Reasons? He gives the vibes of being a white latino with Vitamin D deficiency because of not leaving too much his apartment and having a poor diet (the vitamin D deficiency it's a projection), also for genetics.

• Him, Baja California and Baja California Sur need glasses to see because the three of them have astigmatism. (Funfact: California and Baja share the San Andrés fault)

• When he was a spanish and then a mexican territory, he used to be taller than Texas and had long hair. A very long hair but he didn't knew how to take care of it so Yucatan had to do it because she was the closest thing he had of an older sister.

• He joined to the american side in the Mexican-American war, not because he had no choice but because he wanted to leave Mexico... Except he left Baja California behind and abandon him (this was before Baja California Sur born).

(• Talking about Yucatan, she was the older sister for mostly the mexican states and for Texas, New Mexico and California, especially for Texas.)

• He's losing his ability to tolerate spicy food thanks to the american food.

• He had relationships, affairs or just a situationship with another human representations around the world beside the states:

Those were:

- Bahamas (he broke her heart and Florida almost broke California in half) (affair)

- Tokyo (she just used him but nobody believes him thanks to her calm and educated demeanor; don't have her as your enemy...NEVER...) (unknown status)

- London (Him and London were so toxic for each other) (affair)

- Buenos Aires (Latinoamerica started to hate him because he wasn't a nice guy towards her, even if he's a feminist and even if Latinoamerica didn't like her. Otherwise, Buenos Aires has a draft tweet (not only on Twitter) about California and all his personal information that could ruin him forever; she obtained the information from Tokyo) (relationship)

- Zurich (Zurich's first and last relationship because he develop an anxious attachment style and Cali is one of the reasons he goes to therapy) (Situationship/Relationship, it was pretty confusing)

- Saint Petersburg (Oh god...he...their relationship it's a confidential document top secret and no one knows they were something except for Tokyo) (unknown affair)

- Seoul (She thought he was different from the men of her country, Seoul was right but the stereotypes she saw on America about her country and other asian countries make her broke up with California; this was the healthiest broke up that Seoul had but the most painful for Cali, he loved her so much and the relationship was cute for both of them.) (Relationship)

- Belgium (California broke up with him but Belgium still loved him (Belgium is a cinnamon roll until you discover what he did in the Democratic Republic of Congo))(Relationship)

Etc.

• Usually when he has a problem with a country, he uses his "What if I'm a country?" status to be taken seriously, thing that doesn't work and ask for help from Gov at the end.

That's it, bye bye!!

(Edit 14/04/2024: Cali's relationship with London was an affair, not a formal one)

[punkeropercyjackson]

If Zutara is a feminist ship then it's absolute bottom of the barrel feminism SORRY like it's so downlow💀Katara's a fem girl with parentification trauma and open softness and Zuko's a masc dude who turned into a Team Dad to heal his inner child and break the cycle of abuse and high up walls so they're already a cisheteronormative ship based off that alone but there's also how while Zuko made up for what how he hurt Katara,his attacks and insults to her were racially motivated and that adds a thick layer of racialized misogyny AND directly goes against Katara's wishes to force Zuko onto her because she fought for a loooong time to break the mold of womanhood should only exist in 'what girls are SUPPOSED to be like' and frankly the emphasis on supposed 'realism' when it comes to girls and Zutara said by the shippers so often has transmisogyny underlaying it,if not then at least bioessentialism,with how cis and exclusive of unconventional girlhood it is and it dosen't help their case that they often feminize Toph when she gets older when in CANON she stayed gnc and ruthlessly talk badly of Aang because he's a boy who's feminine and gets hurt when bullied for it in-universe and he has a fucking right to even if he's cis!!!!They're making fun of him for being himself!'Fragile masculinity' my ass,if you saw a stud or a non-fully transitioned transfem you'd hurl and he thinks Katara's punk girl slay is the hottest shit ever and showed hints of crushing on Toph's butch ass too

But back on topic,this is why i can't stand Zutara man,there's nothing for me to relate to!I'm a punk femme woc like Katara and i headcanon her as trans,bi and autistic like me because i relate to her in some very important ways(though i hc her as transfem while i'm transmasc bigender)and this is also a big part of the appeal of Kataang for me because i'm the girl who had a crush on Aang instead of Zuko Zutara shippers always told you don't exist and i loved Taang because i was rowdy tomboy like Toph but i never had a beef with Kataang,i didn't see anything wrong with it!!!I minded my own damn bussiness and let Katara just vibe instead of making her some evil bitch!And while i'm in love with Zuko now thanks to the comics going into the Gaang's adult years,my canon self-insert ship with him is him and Ty Lee because i'm a super bubbly and optimistic pastel girl who's interests are considered 'stupid/silly/lame' by society and is high maintenance but nice to everybody instead of demanding and it turns out that me as a kid and me now are those ways due to autism and transgenderism!!!!

Zutara does nothing for the woc in me because Katara dosen't look like me since i'm black,i love her and Zuko as bickering found siblings,i have older sister/maternal feelings towards Aang like Zuko does older brother/fatherly ones,i see Mai as a comphet (trans) lesbian but love Maiko because she's weirdgirl rep and Zuko's in love with her and there's also black etchnic subgroups in each nation confirmed in Turf Wars so i don't got anything stopping me from making an Atlasona instead of ruining characters and dynamics!!!!!Zutara is such a less than nothing ship if you're 'not a normal girl' and the fandom's make it beyond crystal clear how they feel about us so that's why i hate it so much in addition to what ass is is!The only thing Z/k's were 'robbed' of is the ability to get a grip,a boyfriend,friends who think they're goddesses platonically like mine do to me and me them and media literacy seeing as Atla's title refers to Aang being the sole survivor of a genocide based off an irl one but they will do everything and anything to remove that out of the context in analysing him and the franchise as a whole

And not to diverge topics again but this is why i'm okay with shaming and mocking Zutara re Natla(and no i don't mean harrasing,i mean og posting)by me and anybody else,they deadass SHOWED PART OF THE AIR NOMAD GENOCIDE and ALSO ADDED 'TOKEN GOOD' FIRE NATION SOLDIERS and it's so beyond fucking racist and disturbing that they're trying to do any gotcha or praise of it involving their military war ship.You's grown and Zuko loves Aang the most anyway,you normie losers

[yandere-paramour]

Heyyyyy. So I wanted to know how it will be if Atalanta and Vivien met darling’s parents, and the parents were like “ yes my daughter has told us everything about you” . And I mean like EVERYTHING like darling said told their parents everything about them( including how they treat darling) but you don’t have to add that if you don’t want to. Hope you’re doing well btw ☺️

Vivien is sweating bullets. In my version of the story, Darling has no idea about his murders because he generally only eliminates the scum of society or people who hurt/upset Darling. However, Vivien will immediately freak out and think that everyone knows what he did. His eyes are wide, he's sweating, he's fidgeting, he is literally doing everything to make himself seem more suspicious. And he worked so hard too! He put on a nice shirt and combed his hair all nice, AND he brought Darling's parents a cake he baked. He wanted to make a good impression so bad and now everything is ruined! He doubts Darling will visit him in the maximum-security prison he is definitely getting put in. Vivien's thoughts are spiraling when Darling's Dad says "She told us all about the fresh strawberries you grew for her :D She says you're such a great horticulturist". He just stares for a second, then he snaps back to his regular easy-going personality. But late that night he's lying awake in bed thinking that he needs to calm down and probably not commit any murders for a while. Just in case.

Atalanta brought a very expensive bottle of wine to meet Darling's parents. As the day grew closer, she researched them extensively, trying to discover anything they might bring up. She wants to make sure she seems perfect, and everything seems to be going okay, but the situation has an unidentifiable weird vibe. They all sit down to dinner and open the bottle of wine. I doubt Darling would actually say out loud what Atalanta has done; I think there's a higher chance the parents would read between the lines or make up their own terrible conclusions. When they say this, Darling freezes and Atalanta's carefully constructed smile drops off her face.

After a full 30 seconds of tense silence, Atalanta speaks, setting down her fork, "Darling, I believe I heard Abebe call for me. Could you go see what he wants?"

"But-"

"Darling." Atalanta shoots her eyes to the side, giving Darling a look.

Darling blanches, hurrying up from her seat to go check on the guards stationed outside the suburban home. When she leaves, Atalanta turns her attention back to her in-laws. She expertly picks up her wine glass, swirling the golden liquid a little.

"Now, I truly believe I heard you wrong. What was that you said?" One could never say Atalanta wasn't kind; here she was giving them a second chance.

"I'm going to the police about what you've done with my daughter," Your father hisses, standing out of his seat, "You won't get away with this, you bitch."

Atalanta takes a sip of white wine, the corners of her mouth turning up into a small smirk, "Oh Richard... Who's going to believe you?"

Your father turns an angry red and your mother tries to pull him back down, looking between him and Atalanta in fear.

"Thank you for having me in your lovely home," Atalanta stands up, inclining her head in respect to her elders, "I'll send my precious Darling in to say goodbye. I suggest you stay quiet, if only for your own self-interest. I am extraordinarily lenient with my Darling, but that benevolence does not extend much farther. I'd hate to have to arrange some sort of "accident". I expect Y/N to be back in the car in five minutes.

She smiles, showing off her perfect teeth, "Please have a good night and a pleasant tomorrow."

Atalanta walks away, leaving your terrified and fuming parents in her wake.

[siancore]

End of the World

Sam x Bucky | 2.1K Words| Rated E 

In response to this: Does anyone have any good fic recs for Sam and Bucky hooking up for the first time right before the battle in Wakanda? Really in the mood for some 'we might die, so I'm gonna shoot my shot with the guy i've been pining after forever' SamBucky vibes.

@staying-elive​ this is for you. Hope it’s okay x

The man was insufferable, Sam thought as he and Steve’s friend, James Bucky Barnes, sat in the car and waited. Lord was he insufferable. Not Steve, he was tolerable. His friend, Bucky, was insufferable. Sure, he’d been through a lot, and Sam could understand that, but he was beginning to be a pain in Sam’s ass (and not in a good, sexy kinda way). They didn’t know one another, but they were grown ass men and could be civil, right? Yeah, well, tell that to the bionic staring machine.

“Can you move your seat up?”

Bitch, can you slide your beefy ass across to the other side of this car and quit bothering me? Is what Sam wanted to say, but a simple no would suffice.

Sam didn’t ask for him to have Sam’s six while they handled business. Sam wasn’t new to this superhero shit, thank you very much. It wasn’t his first rodeo, so to speak. He may not be super-fucking-powered, but he could handle his own. After all, he had gone up against the Winter Soldier and lived to talk about it. Still, Bucky stayed close.

Maybe he was doing Steve a solid by being there with Sam. By running slowly to keep pace with Sam. By jumping in front of the Spider-Kid to soften the blow to Sam’s body. And that was – okay Sam could admit, that was nice. Then he had to go and ruin it all by opening his mouth and talking shit.

Why are the fine ones always this annoying? Sam asked himself before lying and saying, “I hate you.”

Sam did not hate James Bucky Barnes. No, he did not. He kinda hated himself for flushing warm when Bucky stared at him too long, dragging his gaze from Sam’s eyes to his lips, and back again. Yeah, he kinda hated himself when, in quiet moments, he wondered what it would be like to have all of that super strength levelled at him in a different way. Where he would lift Sam from the floor and pin him to a wall – or toss him down on one of the shitty motel beds – or manhandle him while sinking himself deep inside of Sam. Yeah, Sam kinda hated himself for the thoughts he had about Bucky in the shower, when he had to bite back sounds so his friends wouldn’t hear as he coated the tiled wall with his release. Yeah, Sam kinda hated himself for being attracted to Steve’s annoying, old ass friend.

Why the hell was the former Winter Soldier still lying there covered in Spider-Kid gunk when he could just break through it? Why was he taking his sweet damn time to get up and help Sam out? Finally, he got to his feet, and went to Sam.

“Well, you’re welcome, by the way,” said Bucky as he stared down at an incapacitated Sam.

“What? For what?” asked Sam as he struggled to get lose.

“For me takin’ the brunt of that Spiderling’s hit for you,” said Bucky, as he knelt down.

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“Man, stop fuckin’ around and get me outta this,” said Sam, gesturing to the substance that had him in a bind.

“Y’know, you’re kinda pretty like this,” said Bucky, with a crooked smile. “All tied up.”

Oh?

Oh.

“Quit playin’ and get me outta this.”

“You should ask me nicely,” said James Bucky Barnes because he was an asshole and liked fucking with Sam.

“You should suck my dick.”

Bucky’s eyebrow shot up before he said, “Mmm, tempting.”

“Fuck you,” said Sam, struggling a little more.

Bucky had the audacity to stare into Sam’s eyes, lick his stupidly pink lips, and say, “You offerin’, sweetheart?”

Sam didn’t know if it was the adrenaline coursing through his body, or the fact that Bucky’s voice had dropped an octave and his eyes were steely and piercing, but Sam was struck by a sudden flush of lust. He thought about it for a moment, seeing that there was a seriousness to Bucky’s reply. They were on their own, away from the battle. Sam hadn’t gotten his dick wet in ages. What was a couple of blow-jobs between thrown-together team mates? This was sure to be the end of the Avengers, might as well go out with a bang, right?

Wrong.

Even though Sam was a thrill-seeker, even though he was sure that Bucky would fuck like he fought, hot as shit and very dangerous, he knew they had a job to do. Even if hate-sex with Bucky would probably be the best of his life. Sam looked up at the other man, scoffed, and said, “Please. The only way we’d be fucking is if the world was ending.”

Bucky let out an amused little laugh, began to help Sam out of his binds, and said, “Noted.”

xXxXx

The past couple of years on the run were hectic, to say the least. Moving from one place to the next, living off shitty food in shittier accommodations had Sam missing home. Rhodey had been good at keeping him updated on Sarah and the boys, making sure that they were okay. Making him feel less shitty about being away from them. His family was part of the world, and saving the world meant saving them, so Sam found himself piloting the jet to Wakanda to help a friend.

He knew a friend of a friend was there. Had been there for a while now. He wasn’t sure is said friend of a friend, James Bucky Barnes, was out of the freezer. If he was doing alright. If he was healing. When they touched down, Sam had to hold back a smile when he saw Steve’s friend. He looked good, Sam could admit that. Sam watched the two best friends embraced and he felt a little nostalgic for home. And despite the sombre mood, Bucky was smiling. It was nice.

It was nice right up until he looked Sam dead in the eyes as he answered Steve’s question with, “Pretty good – for the end of the world.”

So, he remembered, then? Or maybe it was a blanket statement? Whatever it was, it was doing something for Sam. All of those lonely nights on the run were made a little warmer by thoughts of what it would feel like to be with Bucky Barnes. But Sam had probably missed his chance. They were gearing up for war.

…..

“Hiding away from everyone, uh?” came a voice behind Sam as he leaned against one of the walls of the Royal Palace Gardens.

It was Bucky. Sam rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a coward, Barnes,” said Sam dryly. “If that’s what you’re tryna say.”

“What? No, of course not,” said Bucky, sounding earnest. “That’s not what I meant at all. I read your file. You’re the bravest of us all.”

“Oh, okay,” said Sam, glancing sideways at the other man. “I’m just no help in there, with all the science stuff and strategy. I see someone who needs help, and I’m there. If there’s a fight that needs fighting, I’m there. Just needed to take a moment to myself. Try to call my sister. Figured this could be it. The end of the world.”

Bucky nodded his head knowingly.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” Sam added.

“Same as you,” Bucky replied. “Sorta. I got no family to call, but I needed a moment, too, since the world is ending.”

Sam nodded his head and took a discreet breath.

“Plus, I figured I’d take you up on your offer.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at Bucky.

“What offer?” he asked, feigning ignorance or amnesia.

Bucky tucked his hair behind his ear and said, “Back in Germany. How you and me would fuck if the world was ending.”

“Right,” was all Sam could say as he swallowed hard.

“Figured we got a little time before the fight starts,” said Bucky as he reached a hand over to trace the lines on Sam’s breastplate. “I’d really hate to die today and not know what it feels like to be with you, Sam.”

Sam looked down at where Bucky’s hand was, and then back up at his eyes.

“We’re not gonna die today,” he whispered, taking hold of Bucky’s hand.

“We might,” Bucky whispered in reply as he ran his thumb over Sam’s. “So, what d’ya say?”

xXxXx

A Wakandan Royal Palace broom closet. Sam was hooking up with the former Winter in a Wakandan Royal Palace broom closet at the end of the world. What was his life? He was drawn from his musing from the feeling of Bucky’s beard against his skin as Bucky sucked marks onto Sam’s neck while rubbing him through his tac gear.

Sam had hooked up with other soldiers before while he was deployed or on a mission. It was always fast, sweaty, and messy. He thought it would be the same with Bucky, but it wasn’t. Bucky did not smell of the desert and dried blood. He smelled of almond oil and soap. His lips were not brash and hurried, he was taking his time to kiss Sam; to savor Sam’s taste. His hand were not rough and hasty, he was touching Sam like he revered him. What would it be like if the world weren’t ending and they had more time? If they had a small bed and less clothing?

“I knew you’d taste so sweet,” Bucky whispered, his breath warm against Sam’s ear. “Knew it from the first time I saw you.”

He undid Sam’s fly and reached his hand inside the tac pants. Sam’s gasped as Bucky took hold of his dick and gave it a tug.

“You – fuck – you noticed me? Were thinkin’ about me back then?” asked Sam as his eyes closed.

Bucky continued to stroke him before kissing his lips once more and saying, “Yes. How could I not? You’re kinda fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Sam threaded his fingers through Bucky’s hair, holding him in place as he asked, “Just kinda, eh?”

Bucky twisted his wrist expertly and caused Sam to moan before he kissed the moan away, and then said, “Actually, not kinda but definitely.”

Bucky stroked Sam’s cock with more fervor and said, “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

Sam brought their lips together in a crushing kiss. It grew desperate. Bucky pulled him closer. Sam reached for Bucky’s dick and released him from his constraints. Bucky almost growled at the sensation. He pushed Sam against the wall and crowded his space; Sam almost keened for him.

“Wanted you the first time I saw you,” said Bucky as he strummed their dicks together and lapped at Sam’s neck.

“You can have me,” said Sam as his legs grew weak. “Do whatever you like. I want you, too.”

…..

Sam’s head was swimming and his body was alight, but he was right. Bucky fucked like he fought: With focus and precision and strength; swathed in intensity and a little danger. He held Sam in place, Sam’s back to the wall and his legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, and drove himself in and out of Sam’s tight heat.

Biting kisses moved across every exposed bit of Sam’s warm skin as Bucky fucked him within an inch of his life. He clung to Bucky as the older man took him apart. As Bucky impaled Sam while stroking his cock. As he kissed him and claimed him and made his toes curl. As Bucky whispered almost incoherently against Sam’s neck and ear and lips. All breathy moans and guttural groans.

And it was over too quickly, but it needed to be. The world was ending, and Sam’s felt like it was just now expanding. Opened, like Bucky had done when he slid himself inside of Sam. They each came with curses and each other’s names on their lips. Sated and breathless. Holding one another close as they came down from their respective highs.

Bucky found a clean cloth to wipe them both down before he and Sam stole glances at one another while they dressed. A slight awkwardness filled the small space as Sam found his goggles and put them on the top of his head.

“I should – ah – I should go out first,” he said as Bucky nodded his head. “You wait a minute or two then come out. Y’know, so no one sees us or whatever.”

“Right, of course,” said Bucky, as he picked up his gun that he had placed to the floor.

He stepped closer to Sam, cupped his face, and then pressed a soft, languid kiss to his lips.

“Be safe out there,” said Bucky as he backed away and let Sam leave.

Sam opened the door, looked back, and gave Bucky a sweet smile.

“You, too,” said Sam gently. “See you on the other side.”

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on todays volume ! thankfully it was short because i have zero energy

nyah actually kissed tristan, clap if you care 🦗

the blind dating was fun ! it was nice to have a challenge that wasn’t a complete train wreck (when it comes to MC’s part of it, at least) i can’t exactly pat myself on the back for figuring out that jesse was #4 because it was very obvious who was who, but i ended up getting him as my perfect match

shamelessly picked the options to flirt with tristan, because the dialogue is so goofy and he’s hot👹, but i kinda regret it because lisbeth gets sad/jealous 😭 i’m still not getting endgame LI vibes from him, but with the later drama i wondered if he’s going to be the “enemies to lovers” FB was hinting at in their last survey. assuming they implement it in this season and not the next one

the date was cute, even tho tristan and sofia were killing the vibe. it’s so cheap & unserious to make moving the table a diamond option (and i’m tired of this whole “double dates where the other couple is being a hot ass mess & ruining your moment with your LI” thing anyways, such a lazy plotline) anyways, we learn that jesse’s dads separated when he was 12, he lived with his dad who is a physics professor, and that’s how he got into astronomy. if i remember correctly his other dad owns a salon & jokes about being where jesse’s fashion sense comes from (something among those lines, my brain is shutting off)

afterwards we have a mini date with lisbeth ! there’s not much to say about it because it was literally just a kiss, but i hope we can get an actual date with her soon ❤️

ouuuu the recoupling 😭😭 FB remembered MC and tristan’s bombshell status just for the challenge and then threw it out the window. MC not getting first pick is diabolical (and tristan going dead last ?? lmao) i’m stuck with hayden for the rest of the season i guess . lisbeth and jesse are coupled up now, so i wonder if they’ll acknowledge that i’m romancing them both…it’ll send me into orbit if they try to give their couple a shot 💀

oh i’ll play with you 😈 i have unlimited gems and i still regret buying whatever tf MC is wearing below, i see the vision but it’s so hideous . tristan’s sleepwear is cute tho. (i’m sure nobody cares about this as much as i do but i’m tired of the guys wearing *just* underwear with some random word or keysmash on the band. give them some FLAIR 😭) anyways, what i was actually gonna point out is: thank goodness the game actually lets us be neutral in some of these situations 💀 it won’t change much of course, but at least i don’t have to deal with the second hand embarrassment of defending either of these bozos. sofia & tristan need to wrap this up in the next volume or get dumped already

i enjoyed the water fight scene ! i’ve seen that there’s a naked MC glitch here, but i managed to avoid it. probably because i only cuddled with hayden. i already know that FB dgaf about playtesting but i’m still shocked, because that’s something that should’ve been caught immediately 😭 anyways, a couple will be dumped in the next volume. with the way this season is going, i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s MC & her partner. the remaining volumes will just be us at home, watching the real main character sofia ! 😍